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fang-and-feather · 7 months

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Ikemen Vampire - Sebastian x OC

Written for Sebastian's birthday and for Year of the OTP September prompt: high school sweethearts from @yearoftheotpevent

Sebastian and his ex-girlfriend stop pretending to be strangers to celebrate his birthday, but would it really be only for a day?

I have a love/hate relationship with fics that go beyond the plans. Sometimes they get better for this, sometimes not, but they always get more complicated. This one was supposed to just be a fluffy one-shot, but it's not an one-shot anymore and not entirely fluffy either... So I wanted to write the whole thing before his birthday, but I only finished the first chapter so far. Can't believe it's my first time finishing at least a publishable part of a fic with him either

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Sebastian always felt somewhat strange on his birthday, with the others’ attempts at celebrating and especially of taking over his work or even doing other things for him. But he quickly overcame it, because that also provided great opportunities to learn new things about the residents.

Like last year, he wasn’t expecting Napoleon to cook. Napoleon who had been there for a couple of months and had insisted on learning, since he was the only one, besides Sebastian himself, who needed to eat. And he was a fast learner, but even if the food didn’t taste as great as it did, Sebastian considered it an honor - and a little strange - to share a meal prepared by none other than Napoleon Bonaparte.

This year, though, he knew who would insist on cooking and tackling the rest of the mansion’s work on her own.

His new co-worker had come from the future, like him. Same century, same country, but, unlike him, she hadn’t come on purpose and was now trapped in this time and place without knowing for how long.

Sebastian had tried to help her fight her despair when she realized she couldn’t go home and they had become closer than he expected, especially considering how much Amy reminded him of home.

He had always tried to - except for a brief moment on the night she arrived - not to link her directly with his past, though. The name was familiar, and there was something familiar in her eyes a couple of times, but this Amy and his highschool girlfriend were very different people.

The Amy from his past was athletic, had a sharp tongue and new people often mistook her for a guy - and that was one of the reasons he realized he was bisexual, - she was very open-minded and full of unusual ideas and was never seen alone. This Amy was a simple woman, with a simple job, traveling alone, surprised at the idea of time travel, even skeptical at first, and certainly not a bit excited to enjoy the adventure, and looked very feminine and elegant.

But he was just focusing on the differences to pretend not to see. To ignore the life he’d left behind. She didn’t bring it up, and he had hoped it would continue like this until she went back to her time, but if she did, he could act as if he hadn’t recognized her.

When she brought it up, though, it was in a way he couldn’t pretend not to realize. With a letter in her very recognizable handwriting, that accompanied a gift for his birthday, and an invitation for breakfast.

He found her in the garden, with a picnic set up, just like they used to do in high school

That was how he found himself with her in the garden, both laying down side-by-side in the shade of a tree after their picnic.

It felt so nostalgic. An experience just like in their high school times. But that was all. Amy hadn’t brought up anything about the past. Not even why she disappeared. Which she was grateful for.

Not that it was any different from how she’d been acting all this time. Sebastian talked to her as if they knew nothing about each other and she acted in the same fashion. Perfect strangers, who knew almost everything about each other.

Or maybe they didn’t. Maybe they had been apart for so long and changed so much they were like strangers. That was why he found it easier to list all these reasons to believe this was a different Amy.

Sebastian couldn’t even tell if he had still loved her all this time, or if he’d fallen in love all over again. Not that he would ever tell her that. Nothing good could come of her knowing.

“I missed you.” She spoke, suddenly, laying on her side to look at him.

“Are we still talking as friends?”

“I suppose so. You know I always had a hard time telling the difference.” He knew. But the intensity burning in her eyes said something else. It was an alluring look like he’d never seen before. It almost looked hungry, and she didn’t seem aware of that, because it didn’t match her words. “Although I have no right to say that when I was the one who disappeared first. But yeah, I hope we’re at least friends again. Although I was the one who asked for this, the one who brought up our past, it seems fitting that we started anew.”

As she spoke, Amy leaned forward until she was lying on her front, almost closing the whole distance between them. Sebastian sat up, but her gaze followed him.

“I don’t mind reminiscing about the past. As long as you’ll be able to go back home without regrets. You always had difficulty with that.”

“If it will be difficult or not, it won’t be only because of you.” Amy also sat up, almost in front of him, body leaning forward. She had always been a bit touchy, but not like this.

Not that he was feeling any better, with his heart thundering in his ears, all the questions he had for her scattering in his mind as he fought the temptation to admit to his feelings and close the space between them himself. To push her back down into the picnic blanket and…

Better not to finish that thought when his self-control was nearly evaporating already.

The moment was broken when Amy looked to the side, startled, as if she’d heard something, then back at him, smirking now.

“Got you.” She laughed, before crossing the distance between them in one lightning fast movement and giving him a peck on the cheek. “Happy birthday, Aki!”

“What was that?” Sebastian looked into her eyes, but the early flame they held had extinguished, replaced by a mischievous glint.

“Just testing something. You always act like you have the upper hand in everything. I wanted to surprise you. Sorry if I exaggerated.” Amy leaned back again and stretched casually. “Well, I still have a party to organize, among other work. Enjoy the rest of your day off. See you in the afternoon.”

With that, she stood up, blew him a kiss with a wink and ran back into the mansion, leaving him behind, confused.

Was she really just playing with him? It wouldn’t be unusual for her, but it had started so suddenly, like she didn’t even notice until it was too late.

Maybe she acted like that because she felt the same as him, but knew it would be pointless to act on it, although she didn’t know the reason.

Or did she? There was no way, was there? If even Arthur didn’t seem to have found out, Amy wouldn’t be able to, right?

That was unlikely. She would be acting differently if she knew. Worried, trying to come up with all kinds of ways to help. And Amy could get into pretty wild plans, dangerous, even. It was best she never found out.

A part of him wished, though, that they could go back to the old high school days, when they were happy together, without worries.

No. He was just being nostalgic because this reminded him of the past. Amy would keep her promise and everything would go back to normal tomorrow. Right?

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#YOTP 2023 #ikemen vampire #ikevamp sebastian #sebastian x oc #ikevamp #fanfiction #ikevamp fanfic #oc: amy

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rose-colored-amy · 3 years

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So, this is a continuation to my extremely short one-shot Last Moments, Last Regrets, but it can be read as a stand-alone. Regardless, I'll leave the link of that one in here:

Also, thanks to @coeurhh for suggesting I write a second part. You're a sweetheart 🥰

She made a lovely fanart/gif, which I'm also sharing, of course:

Prompt: AU. Sakura's death goes unnoticed to everyone but the squad she protected with her life and Tsunade. Team Kakashi doesn't find out until the very end, when Naruto and Sasuke have already had their fight, and there's nothing to do about it but mourn the absence.

Warning: Mild Sasusaku and lots of angst. Team 7 sort-of-fluff (?)

—Blue Bird, Let Go—

"Hey, bastard... I know they really let us down, the village, I mean."

"Aa... "

"But I really think it's not all that bad. When we were I team, I knew you understood. It felt like having a brother, believe it."

They were watching their lives go by, shadows of unknown faces passing by them, not noticing their pain, or not caring whatsoever. Their backs were touching, but it was all cold and bleak; a bad memory. A clan slaughtered, a demon sealed. Two lonely boys wallowing in their own sadness.

"Well, even if I don't make it, I'm glad it was you, bastard—"

"Shut up, idiot." His voice sounded strained, even for his standards, but Sasuke was so tired he couldn't even bring himself to care.

"We're really dying, ah? Wanna say something? I do have things to say, 'cause there's no way I'm dying—"

"In silence?" Sasuke interrupted, but Naruto payed him no mind.

"Without telling you how much of an asshole you've been! I couldn't even keep my promise to Sakura-chan! She's gonna be so damn mad when she finds out, I'm sure she'll drag me back to life just to cave my face in—" He was rambling at that point, but it was just so comforting and normal to Sasuke that he didn't even acknowledge it anymore.

"Hn. Sakura... She..."

"She still loves you, asshole. I don't have any idea how it can be possible but—"

"I'm sorry..." It sounded rushed, but Naruto heard it perfectly, and in the darkness of their shared consciousness, Sasuke heard a resigned sigh.

"Well, it's not that bad. I cannot imagine dying beside anyone but you, bastard."

"Idiot..." He made a pause. "Me neither."

"You're both a pair of idiots!"

Suddenly, the unreadable mass of unrecognizable faces around them cleared, and one figure stood in front of them, pink eyebrows frowned in annoyance. Though this version of Sakura looked familiar, it was one none of the boys had seen in a long time. Genin, long-haired, Sakura was glaring at them, arms crossed.

"Sakura-chan! What are you doing in here?!"

Her eyes softened. "What, so I'm supposed to let you two die, after everything? No way in hell!"

"Sakura..."

"You!" She pointed at Sasuke, who flinched slightly at her rudeness. "I don't know what the hell happened, but I don't care. Lighten up and start being your moody self. We love you just like that! Don't act so repented and shit! If you're sorry stop looking like a lost puppy and start doing something about it, you asshole!" Her voice was raising with madness and it was slightly off putting to see what used to be a stuttering lovestruck preteen talking to him like that.

Naruto snorted at that, obviously delighted for not being at the receiving end of her wrath for once. It was short-lived, however.

"And you!" She pointed at the blonde; then crossed her arms. He jumped back in fright. "What is this? How dare you even consider dying after you promised to be the best goddamned Hokage in history?! Here I am, rooting for you, while you lay around like a lazy pig with your edgy bro there. You should be ashamed of yourself!" She scoffed.

Naruto's mouth was so wide open he could have caught a fly. "Lazy pig? Are you kidding?!"

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, half amused, half annoyed. "Edgy?"

Suddenly, the edges of their vision began to blurr, like a genjutsu being unravelled. "Ah, someone came to help you at last." Sakura seemed relieved. Strangely so.

"Hey, Sakura-chan! You know what? You're right. I'll be the best damn Hokage ever, believe it! Just you watch!" He threw a punch to the air.

Seemingly placated and pleased with his answer, she nodded. "I know so." Then, she turned to her other teammate, who was concentrating solely on her face, mismatched eyes softened as they'll ever be. "And you'll make sure he doesn't mess up, right?"

They shared a long silence. There was something strange about Sakura aside her appearance. He could tell. "Hn. I will..."

"Hey! I don't need him watching over—"

"Sure you don't." He countered sarcastically.

"Also..." They turned to her again. "I'm sorry."

"Wha—" Naruto stuttered. "What the hell would you be sorry for, Sakura-chan?! If anything, it's the bastard here who should be apologizing to you!"

"Sakura..." Sasuke seemed to be searching for the right words, but she couldn't let them go without them listening to her. To what she needed them to know. There wasn't much time left after all.

"I'm sorry, because I wasn't what you needed..." She closed her eyes, her pretty minty orbs. Her appearance suddenly shifted, before then now standing her true self, still dressed in the standard shinobi uniform of the alliance. Her forehead protector lost to whoever knows where. "And thank you. You both made me stronger. You made me appreciate what I had. And I'll always, always love you. Our moments together like team seven... I'll treasure them for all eternity."

"Sakura-chan..."

"I know Konoha wasn't the best to you both, but don't forget the good... The wholesome moments. It's all that matters in the end... Our bonds, the bonds you managed to forge with sweat and blood... The world we live in, the world that gave me the chance to meet you. To me, that's to be cherished. Forever."

The white light started overwhelming the rest. Even Sakura's features started dissapearing.

"Live. Just live." For that, she specifically stared at Sasuke, a soft smile playing on her lips. "And thank you."

Sasuke started racing towards her, hand stretched, a forebonding understanding shaking his bones. "Sakura!"

And then, they both lost consciousness.

When they woke up, aside from feeling like shit, the first thing that crossed their minds what the finality of Sakura's words. Tsunade was beside them, patching them up, with Kakashi beside her, silently watching over them.

"About time, brats! What were you think—"

"Baa-san." Naruto interrupted her, his voice the most serious she had heard him until then.

"Where's Sakura?" Sasuke finished for him, his eyes icy and detached, trying to keep his worry at bay.

But she didn't need to answer. Her chakra flow hesitated, spiking with sorrow. Her eyes glistening with unbearable loss. Kakashi, at her side, stared, eyes widened in comprehension.

She was gone by a long shot.

And they were just finding out.

...

Everybody had different ways of dealing with loss. Naruto helped rebuild the village along with everyone else, but he skipped his usual meals, his ramen left forgotten in his kitchen counter. His movements when sparring were sloppy at best, not just because of the new prosthetic limb, but also because his mind was clearly somewhere else. Usually, Shikamaru would drag him out his makeship house, like he had done when Jiraija was gone for good. Sometimes, he would bring Ino with him, who was suspiciously skinny and messier than normal. No makeup covering the dark circles under her eyes.

Kakashi spent more than usual at the memorial stone every day, tracing the newly marked name of the girl who once remained him of Rin but that had come to claim a place for herself in his heart. Also, he took more missions than it was allowed in a month, going so far as to pick up his ANBU mask again, which caused an altercation with Tsunade, who hadn't been sober in a long time and had been hoping to hand the Hokage seat to him.

Sai avoided the color pink for a long time.

Sasuke... Well, he dealed with loss the same as everyone else... Longing for the missing person to be there, itching to have the opportunity to say what he couldn't at the time. Wanting to be alone whenever they would reach for him... And he built a tomb for her in hopes to find some closure. Not that official, because there wasn't a body to bury, and it had no name, but it was enough for him. He would bring with him camellias every day, buying them at the Yamanaka's, where Ino would always glance at him in silent understanding.

One morning, on his way to her tomb, he spotted a young shinobi leaving a white lilly for her. When he came by, the child spoke without a care, like they were acquaintances. "This is Sakura-san's, right?"

"Hn." It wasn't really an answer, but the child seemed to understand anyway.

"You know? Mama and big sister are also buried in these grounds... I always talk to them and tell them about my day and stuff I want them to know!" He turned to the Uchiha, a smirk on his cherubic face. "I'm sure she would appreciate it as well." And just like that, he left without another word.

Sasuke sat on the ground, just in front of the stone, mismatched eyes half lidded. Sensing no one in the vicinity, he exaled a shaky breath, and his dam opened up, the words longing to be said broke the silence he had been wrapping around himself since he knew of her death:

"I miss you... I've been missing you since I first left."

#naruto #sasusaku #team 7 #naruto uzumaki #kakashi hatake #sakura haruno #sasuke uchiha #tsunade senju #post war #fanfiction #sai #ino yamanaka #angst

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whiterabbitsystem · 3 years

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hi!! we’re the white rabbit system

i’m rabbit :) i have ᴅɪᴅ, ʙᴘᴅ, and ʙɪᴘᴏʟᴀʀ 1. professionally diagnosed in 2018. i’m in therapy and rarely post about our trauma. we don’t believe you can have a system without trauma, sorry!

no syscourse <3

♡ age 26. check out our carrd for more info ♡ on this blog you’ll mostly see posts from..

👼 sam. 27 she/her. host (derogatory)

cohost. bisexual. in a relationship <3 artist. writer. antisocial attention whore. piss poor punk. introvert. gets the worst of our bpd symptoms

🐇 wyatt. 26 she. host (affectionate)

main cohost. bubbly bunny. loves all things cute sparkly and pink. also creepy spooky and dark😈 mj’s twin. & the only alter who identifies with the body. am baby. extrovert. very much in love <3

👽 frances. 29 she/her. anp/work host

the cool older sister we always wished we had. brilliant, optimistic, carefree, kind, she keeps the peace in the system. she’s the calm within the storm. born artist. always drawing on something

⛽️ baby. 22 he/him. primary protector

goes by baby or miles. came out of dormancy to take over as our main protector again. he goes mute sometimes under stress and drowns out intrusive thoughts with painfully loud music. detests wireless earbuds and bad drivers

🤡 moxie! 22 she/her. deranged clown

chaotic neutral clown + ringmaster of this circus. acts super chill but is actually dangerous. hides it with humor. xtra protective of us. she can be unhinged, violent, hysterical. or she can be the life of the party. listens to mona and no one else — acab + blm !! 🐷🔫

🎧 mona. 24 she/her. god’s favorite

born from our catholic guilt. raised by wolves. she’s like if 80s goth & 90s grunge had a baby. still considers herself catholic but is very anti religion. it’s complicated. pro-choice & huge supporter of abortion <3

💣 michael. 18 he/him. introject

sensitive sweetheart with a sinister side. just wants to be loved. codependent. Babie 👶🏼. chaotic neutral. bi. power bottom. major abandonment issues. writes fanfic. loves experimenting with makeup and dressing like a slutty victorian vampire

📓 alaska. 17 she/her. ANP babey

ex host during our teenage years. reads a lot of books to escape. writes poetry about our past. collects books + cd’s of all genres. smokes a lot of weed to cope with constant anxiety + drinks a lot of wine. romanticizes everything

🐸 terra. ?? he/they/she. cryptid

genderless cryptid. switches between a feminine + masculine form. conspiracy theorist. #actually psychotic. in touch with nature but terrible at keeping plants. adhd. always stoned & spending our money on weed. huge nerd. they love frogs!!, dnd, video games, comix, memes, urban legends, weirdcore, unreality, kermit the frog

🚬 mila. 25 she/her. tire fire

learning to speak russian. heavy smoker & drinker. bottles up all our anger into a molotov cocktail. shows no emotion. never takes anything seriously. super sarcastic and slightly narcissistic <3 dirty commie lol

🧺 val. 30s. she/her. system mom <3

val is our mom <3 matron saint. stress smoker. caretaker, protector, soother. takes care of the chores around the house. always makes sure we have food in the fridge. makes us take our meds, shower, clean up, etc. ya know, mom stuff™. she loves singing and music and adores amy winehouse. she has a voice like a disney princess

🐀 ryan. 23 they/she. (ex) persecutor

human or rodent? yes. filthy street rat. failed experiment. untameable menace >:) reformed persecutor. trauma holder. queer as in fuck you. not allowed to shave our head anymore :c **prefers to be called rat

💸 frisk. 19 he/himbo. pleasure seeker

gen z meets 90s baby. pretty boy. poly pan and promiscuous. thrill seeker. impulsive i guess. makes a lot of memes. uses humor as a coping mechanism. hypers*xual. listens to mostly post malone + lil peep. so basically i’m a fuckboy… /j

🛼 jenny. 15 she/her. intrusive thot <3

teen alter in a 26 yr old body. proud slut. not a minor. i like sex weed boobs boys and barbie ♡⃛ britney spears is my idol. jesse is my boyfriend. he makes me wanna feel pure again ♡⃛ ♱

🦇 dez. 26 she/her. gatekeeper/hbic

short for desdemona. boss bitch. fierce witch. gatekeeper/system manager. maintains our appearance. never leaves home without doing our hair & makeup. buys most of our clothes & has the most influence over our style. takes over as host in times of extreme stress or crisis

🛹 max. 10-14 she/her. cool kid 😎

cooler than all the adults here. frequent fronter. bitchin’ ballerina. funky lil lesbian. vampire bleehhh 🧛‍♀️. baby goth. really into skateboarding

#did system #dissociative identity disorder #actuallydid #did osdd #actually dissociative #system blog #did on main #📌

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queen-swagzilla · 3 years

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So Much Worse Than A Phantom Limb, Ch. 2 (BkDk)

"Kacchan?"

Katsuki turned to the voice right behind him, but there was no one there. "Deku?"

"Kacchan, where are you?"

He spun in a circle. "Where the hell are you, nerd?"

"Kacchan!" He sounds so scared. Where the hell is he?

He ran toward the voice, running through the park and into the woods until he came to a log bridge—old and weathered. From the way it creaked, he thought it must have rotted through. Deku stood in the center, but he was so small. "Deku, get away from there."

"Kacchan, I'm scared." He whispered. Katsuki gritted his teeth and slowly—so slowly—crept onto the bridge. As soon as his foot made contact, the world went fuzzy.

Now they were on a roof. Katsuki glanced around—Aldera? Why were they on the roof of Aldera? He looked back at Deku and froze. He was perched on the ledge, facing away from him. "DEKU. Get the fuck away from there." He snapped, panicking.

"Kacchan?" Deku asked, looking over his shoulder. "Why are you crying?" He turned around but didn't step down.

"Deku, please." He reached out. "Get down from there."

"But I'm tired, Kacchan. Isn't this what you wanted?" He asked, before leaning back.

"Deku!" He screamed, blasting forward and reaching out—clutching the nerd's shitty middle school uniform in tight fists. The world blurred again as they fell together.

They were on a battlefield, and Katsuki clutched Deku tightly. His body was riddled with holes and he spluttered as he choked on his blood. "Kacchan?"

"Don't talk, goddamnit." He snarled, pressing hands futilely against his gaping wounds.

"Gotta. No time. Tell mom I'm sorry."

"Tell her yourself, shithead."

"I need you to do something."

"Stop. Talking."

"Take One For All. I need you to take it."

"Fuck you."

"Kacchan, please." He gasped. "No time."

And the asshole was right. He could feel Deku's pulse slowing. His eyes were dimming. "How?"

Deku lifted a ravaged arm to slide his bloodied hand into Katsuki's hair, and pulled him down for a kiss filled with blood and gravel. "Glad I got to do that. Love you, y'know." He went limp in Katsuki's arms.

Katsuki woke up screaming.

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The next five days were hard. He hadn't counted on how difficult it would be to see his classmates crying over Deku's broken body. The first group to visit, much to his surprise and relief, was not Deku's inner circle. He didn't think he was ready for that. Instead, he brought Aoyama, Tsu, Sato, Shoji, and Sero to see him first. He supposed that was just because they'd been in the common room when the signup sheet had been posted. So had Hagakure, Yaomomo, and Shinso who had put down Mirio's name. Their group went on the second day.

"No matter what happens, I'm proud to have you as a friend, mon ami." Aoyama had sobbed.

"You're so strong, ribbit. It seems ridiculous to say goodbye when it feels like you're around every corner." Tsuyu croaked. "So do us all a favor and hang on."

"You should come back now." Sato cried quietly. "But if you have to go, don't worry. Bakugou's been taking good care of your mom, and we'll take good care of him." His breath hitched. "But you should come back. If you do, I'll make you that matcha and lavender roll cake I was telling you about."

Shoji was quiet and morose. "I'm sorry this happened to you." There wasn't much more for him to say.

"Katsuki hasn't said goodbye yet, so neither will I." Sero admitted softly, brushing Izuku's hair back. "He's scared, but I can tell he hasn't really given up. So as long as he's got hope, I will too. You want to be the symbol of hope, right?" Katsuki didn't look at him the whole walk back to the dorm.

When they arrived, Sato planted himself back in the kitchen, and a small group congregated in the common room to wait for Katsuki so that they could go to the Midoriya's to help tidy. "Bring your homework, Kat." Mina instructed. "We'll clean while you work. You've been losing valuable study time at the hospital."

"I'm supposed to be helping you guys clean up." He argued.

"No." She put her foot down. "We'll tidy. You study. If we have questions about where something is supposed to go, we'll ask." Katsuki looked like he was going to argue, but Mina actually stomped her foot. "I'm not taking no for an answer. Let us help you." He sighed but conceded. When they arrived, he excused himself to Izuku's nerdy All Might shrine of a bedroom, sat at his crowded desk, and tried not to cry as he did the homework for Ectoplasm's class. He didn't succeed, and Mina found him curled in Izuku's bed, sobbing into his pillow.

The next day wasn't any easier, but at least they wouldn't be going to Auntie Inko's that evening. Nonetheless, he listened diligently to his classmates as they spoke to Izuku's prone body.

"We're still looking, Midoriya." He heard Shinso whisper. "If there's something to find, I swear we'll find it. We're not gonna let you go without a fight. Not when you've fought so hard for us."

"We decided not to bring Eri, or that kid you saved at your training camp. We thought this might be too hard for them. Eri especially, since she'd feel bad for not being able to use her quirk to help. She's just not in control enough." Mirio smiled. "You and I both know you wouldn't want her to be upset about something she can't control. But this still sucks. I hope you wake up, buddy. We miss you already."

"You're our lynchpin, Izuku." Hagakure whispered to him. "We'll fall apart without you. We already are." He didn't have to see her to know that she was a wreck. "Please come back. Please."

To his surprise, Momo was angry. It was a quiet sort of anger, but it was anger nonetheless. "I thought you were gonna be number one, Izuku." She hissed, pressing her palms into her eyes. "How are any of us supposed to survive if you can't? You really want Katsuki to be the one we look to for inspiration? We'll all be screaming expletives at victims within a month."

"Hey!" he interrupted, affronted. She gave him a very dry and irritated glance.

"I'm not wrong. He needs to come back. He's the balancing act. The calm to your storm. Iida and I might be the class reps, but when shit hits the fan, it's you two that we look to. We need both of you or else we're all gonna go off the rails." She turned her gaze back to Izuku. "I know I'm supposed to be proper and polite, but this is ridiculous. Get the fuck up. Please get the fuck up."

It was quiet with the first two groups. They huddled around his bed and cried. They offered Auntie Inko their support and hugged Katsuki's parents. They brought flowers and carried the meals that Sato had prepared. Tsu and Momo attended to Katsuki, holding his hand under the guise of needing his support, while knowing that it was the other way around. Katsuki remained strong-jawed and dry-eyed throughout. Only Tsu and Momo knew how his hands shook as he stood at Deku's bedside.

With the first two groups, he had time to check on Auntie Inko as they spoke to her son. "How are you holding up, Auntie?"

She gave him a tearful smile. "Not great. But you're taking such good care of me, so better than I could have hoped." She admitted. "Thank you for dinner, Katsuki."

He shook his head. "Sato made dinner." Her smile turned knowing.

"Because you said that you were going to, right? How else would he have known what to make?" She placed a trembling hand on his cheek. "You've been so strong over the past month. Are you taking care of yourself, too?"

He looked down at his feet. "Trying to. I have some help." She smiled a little wider.

"That's good, sweetheart. We all need help sometimes. I'm sorry I haven't been there for you like you've been here for me. And I'm sorry for asking you to keep it from them. I just—"

"I get it." He interrupted. "He's your son. You need me more. And don't feel bad about not telling them. Focus on him. Don't worry, Auntie—they're taking care of me," he promised. She pulled him in for a hug, and he reminded himself not to cry.

"You're a good boy, Katsuki. You're bad at expressing yourself, but you're so good. Don't forget it, sweetheart."

He pulled away, looking into her teary eyes. He wished he could blame hyperactive Midoriya tear ducts this time. "I actually—tomorrow Izuku's closest friends will be here. We're not super friendly with each other, and I don't want to intrude on their time with him. Do you mind if I wait outside while they're in here?"

"Of course not, Katsuki. You do what feels right. I can keep it together for their visit if you need to excuse yourself." She smiled sadly. "You don't need to do it alone."

He looked back down at the floor. "Thanks, Auntie."

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As planned, they went to his parents' house that evening. He studied while his friends tidied up. Before they made their way back to the dorms, Katsuki pulled a shoebox out from under his bed.

"What's in there, Bakubro?" Eijirou asked as they walked.

"Memories." He replied. Eijirou eyed him.

"Wanna share them with us when we get back? Might make you feel better."

"...Sure."

And he did. His friends brought dinner to his room and bundled in blankets for show-and-tell. He showed them the pictures that his parents had taken of them over the years, from their wild adventures as toddlers in All Might onesies to the uncomfortable photo evidence of middle school "family" dinners. Even when things were strained, Izuku had been in his orbit.

He showed them the little gifts Izuku had given him over the years—at least the ones that fit in the box. That included a limited edition All Might keychain, a "World's Spiciest Recipes" cookbook, and a bookmark with a pressed and preserved leaf—the leaf from a tree on one of Katsuki's favorite hiking trails.

Throughout the evening, Katsuki's heart ached with impending loss. Nobody knew him better than Izuku.

"What's that?" Mina asked, pointing at the folded notepaper in the corner of the box. He sniffed, and wiped at his eyes. He didn't even remember when he started crying. Maybe around the time they'd looked at Christmas pictures.

He unfolded the notes carefully. They were worn and old, yellowing around the edges. "His very first analysis of my quirk. 'S where I got the idea for my hero costume. He's the one that came up with the gauntlets," he admitted, flattening the pages gently before handing them over. The handwriting and accompanying sketch were messy—they'd been done by a six-year-old—but they were detailed and precious.

"He would have been a kick-ass quirk analyst if he wasn't a hero," Hanta muttered, reading over his shoulder. "Those notebooks of his are insane. He came up with so many applications for my quirk in our first year, I'm still learning how to make most of his ideas work."

"He's the one that figured out how to increase my voltage without short-circuiting my brain." Denki smiled.

Mina cackled. "He's the one who figured out that I could make LSD if I ate certain grains!" They all laughed at that and oh it felt good to laugh.

"He's helping me design more versatile support gear with Hatsume." Jirou added, before pausing. "Oh. We should invite Hatsume to come with us to the hospital. We only have four people in our group." She said quietly. "He's one of her only real friends. I'm pretty sure he's the one who makes sure she's taking breaks and eating regularly when she gets all scary about her inventions."

They were quiet again. "Anyone have her number?" Katsuki grunted.

"I don't have her number, but I have some time to stop by her lab tomorrow." Jirou offered. "Our group is going the day after, so that gives her some time to shift plans around."

"Okay."

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He led the third group—Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, Tokoyami, and Koda—to Deku's hospital room, but didn't enter with them. "You're not coming in, Bakugou?" Tokoyami asked, voice deep and brows serious.

"Those three need time with him. They're so pissed at me that if I'm in the room, I'll be the only thing they focus on." He muttered. "Auntie already knows I'm not coming in. I'm gonna be in the cafeteria doing some homework. Come find me when you're ready to leave."

Koda frowned, before bringing his hands up to sign at him. 'Are you sure?' the timid boy asked. 'You should spend as much time with him as you can.'

"I've got a month on you guys. And I'll see him tomorrow. Don't worry about it. Thanks, though." He replied before turning to leave. He missed the look that Tokoyami and Koda shared.

The reception staff smiled warmly at him as he passed. "You're not staying with your friends, honey?" One of Izuku's nurses—Yui, if he remembered correctly (he wasn't exactly good with names)—asked as he passed her in the hall.

"Homework. Gonna work in the cafeteria so that his friends can have some privacy and I can play catch up." He muttered.

"Aw honey, that's so thoughtful," she simpered. She dug in her pockets before handing him a little white card. "It's my employee card for the cafe. Get yourself some coffee and a snack. Just leave the card on Midoriya's bedside before you leave."

He frowned. "I can't accept this."

"You can, and you will. Don't think I haven't noticed you running yourself ragged taking care of your family, young man. It's very admirable. Let me do something for you in turn."

"You already are. You're keeping him alive as long as possible."

"And if he wakes up, I bet he'll be pissed if you're all skinny and malnourished." She replied stubbornly. "Just take the meal card."

He sighed. "Fine. Thank you."

"No sweat." She smiled, before sweeping away from him.

He bought himself a coffee and a curry bun before settling into one of the hellishly uncomfortable cafeteria chairs. All of his teachers had given him extensions, but he was loathe to use them. The longer he put off his work, the harder he'd have to slog in order to catch up.

He jolted when Tokoyami and Koda scraped chairs up next to him and took their seats. "You're done already?"

"We asked the other three if we could go first so that they could have alone time with Midoriya. They agreed. In fact, they seemed grateful." Tokoyami replied. "We thought we'd see if you need any help catching up. You're not far behind, but your mind hasn't been on academia of late."

He knew what they were doing. "You know I'm capable of being alone, right? I'm not gonna spontaneously combust or some shit. You should be taking advantage of your time with him."

'We'll do that when he wakes up.' Koda signed, jaw set stubbornly. 'Besides, you're doing a lot. The least we can do is help you stay caught up to the class.'

"After all, Midoriya will need tutoring when he returns."

What if he doesn't return? Katsuki wanted to ask. But they seemed to be stubbornly refusing the very high likelihood that Izuku was going to die, and Katsuki supposed he could let them have that for now. "Fine. Can you look over my outline for Cementoss's class? I haven't read the whole book yet but the test is next week."

"Sure." Tokoyami agreed, taking the notebook from him.

'Anything I can help with?' Koda asked.

"I'm stuck on the math homework." He admitted. Koda gestured for him to show him, and they got to work. They set up a steady rhythm, where Koda helped coach Katsuki through the problems while Tokoyami read through his Lit outlines and made notes. Time passed faster than he expected, and he was grateful for the distraction.

He was not grateful for what happened next.

"Katsuki—" It was Nurse Yui. He got the impression that she would have been running if it weren't against hospital policy. "Your classmates had to be escorted out by security. Mrs. Midoriya and your parents are really upset."

"What happened?" He demanded, jumping up.

"I'm not sure. I wasn't in the room, I just got there after your mom pressed the nurse call and asked me to get security. Mrs. Midoriya was nonverbal." Behind them, Koda and Tokoyami were packing his bag for him. He glanced at his phone and frowned at the time. It had already been two hours?

"I need to go check on our parents and find out what happened." He said, turning to them. Tokoyami handed him his bag.

"I'll go back and find out what happened from those three. Then I'll let Aizawa know that there was an incident. Koda, you stay behind with Bakugou and find out what happened from his parents' perspective. We're relatively neutral parties, so we'll be able to sort out what happened more calmly."

'Will do. Get going.' Koda instructed before turning to follow Katsuki who was already moving, following swiftly after Nurse Yui.

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Katsuki was pissed. It almost felt good. He'd been so depressed about the nerd, he'd almost forgotten what it felt like to feel this kind of blinding fury. Beside him, Koda was pissed as well, and that felt good too. At least he knew he was justified.

'Go to the gym and blow something up. It's fine that you're pissed, but at this rate you'll blow up the dorm and you don't need to deal with that right now. I'll tell Aizawa what happened and send Kirishima your way.'

"I'm gonna rip them a fucking new one. You're nuts if you think I'm gonna let them off easy for this shit."

'Good. Don't. I might even yell at them,' he glowered. 'But before you go off you need to let off some steam. You don't need to deal with damage liability on top of everything else.'

He made a good point. "Send Ponytail too. She can make dummies that look like their stupid fucking faces for me to blow up," he snarled. Koda flashed him a thumbs up before splitting off from him to find Aizawa.

Momo and Eijirou found him in record time, and Momo didn't even hesitate before making the dummies he requested. "Wanna tell us what went down? Koda just told us where to find you and dipped to find Aizawa." Eijirou said as he helped set up the dummies around the gym.

"Tokoyami looked angry when he got back," Momo added.

He didn't look at them. His eyes were trained on the dummy-doppelgangers; glare fierce and furious. "They wanted to stay past their welcome. They'd been there for two hours and Auntie told them that she'd like to have time alone with Deku, but they hounded her to let them stay. Eventually, my mom tried to step in to put her foot down and they went off at her." He gritted his teeth, jaw grinding in anger. "Said it was her son's fault that they hadn't gotten to see Deku during the time that he was dying and that it was unfair that they'd kept the people who cared about him from seeing him. Auntie started crying and the hag called the nurse and told them that they were upsetting her, so if they didn't leave she'd call security to escort them out. Apparently, that set Icy Hot off, and he said they said that she was 'as malicious and selfish as her son' and yelled at auntie for not being able to see that we were keeping out people we didn't approve of by making her dependent on them. So when the nurse got there, Ma had her call security to drag them out. The hospital might not let the rest of the class visit after that episode. Auntie might not want the rest of the class to visit."

It was quiet for a long, pregnant moment. Then there was a series of loud thunks. Both boys turned to Momo and found her producing more copies of the training dummies. "That should be enough. Stay here until they're all destroyed." She instructed before turning and stomping out of the gym, ponytail swishing violently behind her.

"Where are you going?" Eijirou called after her.

"I didn't punch Iida hard enough last time!" She called back before disappearing through the doors.

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Malia’s 400 Follower Writing Challenge!

Hey there, my gorgeous, lovely followers! First of all, thank you so, so much for 400 followers!! This is incredible that there are 400, let me repeat, four-fucking-hundred people following me on this hellsite, that enjoy my friendship and/or writing. It’s nearly been a year on tumblr, and every piece of writing I’ve published, the friends I’ve made have just been absolutely monumental in my life. 4 is one of my lucky numbers, and so as a tribute to that times 100, I figured that now would be a great time to have a writing challenge. As I work on a few fics of my own, I’d also love to see what y’all come up with as well, so let’s go :)

CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

rules (ugh i don’t like that word let’s go with guidelines):

- you don’t actually gotta be following me, but that’d be pretty cool

- if you could be so kind, even if you don’t participate, please please reblog, as that would be very much appreciated

- to participate just send me an ask with the prompt or prompts you’ll be using, and the character you’ll be writing for. you can definitely choose two prompts from separate categories, but remember that prompts will become unavailable after two requests

- i’m pretty versatile with fandoms, so i’m gonna say marvel, harry potter, supernatural, star wars, criminal minds, bridgerton, and any sebastian stan characters, but if you’d like to write for a character not in any of those fandoms just tell me in the ask (so basically any fandom, i don’t know how to speak)

- please be x reader! doesn’t have to be fem!reader at all, but please make it y/n

- the fics can be any length, a drabble, headcanon, oneshot, twoshot, series, just make sure to tag me in any multipart fics because i’d love reading all your amazing fics

- while any fics are welcome (angst, fluff, smut, darkfic), i draw the line at incest and pedophilia, and make sure to TAG AND WARN YOUR FICS PROPERLY. if you are under eighteen and i see you have requested to write a smut fic, i will say a big fat NO because you should not even be reading that.

- to make sure i see it, make sure to use the tag #mals400followerwritingchallenge and tag me in it

- if i don’t reblog your fic within two days just shoot me an ask or message because i may just be dead or my tumblr is being stupid, and i will get my ass in gear

- all the fics will be put on a masterlist i’ll have on my masterlist as they are submitted, and it will be reblogged every time a new fic is added

- i know a lot of us may be in school right now or have jobs and families and shit just happens and sucks sometimes so i’m gonna make the deadline june 30, and you can sign up or submit any fics until then :)

NOW FOR THE PROMPTS:)) btw, all the line prompts are from @a-cure-for-writers-block

angst line prompts:

“This will be the last time you lie to me.”

“You know it’s not like that.”

“How could you think this wouldn’t hurt me?”

“You’re never going to be the same after this.”

“I just think it’d be best if we never met.”

“I can’t believe you would even think to leave me like this.”

“You never loved me, did you?”

“It didn’t have to be like this, but now you’ve ruined everything.”

“What did you want once this was all through? Tell me!”

“You could’ve- could’ve stayed. You could’ve helped me fix things.”

“This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now.”

“I hope I’m not put in the same part of hell as you.”

“When did you think you could hurt me again? Today? Tomorrow?”

“You’re back in my life and I want to die again.”

“You only ever brought me pain and I’m sick of it.”

“You put yourself in that position! That wasn’t my doing!”

“When was it that you realised that you didn’t love me?”

“I really think it’s easier for people when I’m not around.”

“I know, but you didn’t have to use them like that!”

“I’m not someone who breaks easily, but I must commend you on this.”

random line prompts:

“You look like you’re going to punch me.” “I was actually going to kiss you, but if you’re into that sort of thing then I’m out.”

“I mean, if we hadn’t met at a strip club.”

“Can we get coffee?” “Is this a date or is it because you’ll end up strangling someone if you don’t get caffeine in your system.” “I shouldn’t have asked.” (@spaceodditybarnes with Bucky Barnes or Chris Beck)

“… and then he came up up to me and kissed me until I was-” “I’m going to have to tell you to shut up now.”

“We should do this again sometime!” “I would honestly rather do anything other than that again.” (@extremelyblackandwhite)

“I hope you don’t think that we all act like this.” “There’s more than just you? Jesus.”

“I’m just tired.” “That’s understandable. Go and sleep, I’ll sort everything out.”

“You drank it?!” “Yes, it was quite delicious, did you know?”

“Can you just act normal for this evening. It’s all I’ll ask of you.” “You’re asking for a lot then.”

“I haven’t got laid in like forever.” “Oh sorry, did I look like I was offering? Because I’m most certainly not.” (@adorkably)

smutty line prompts:

“Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

“Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.”

“Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight.”

“You look just about good enough to eat.”

“Take your clothes off. Right now.”

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” (@bvckysmoon with Bucky barnes)

“Hands behind your back.”

“Open your mouth for me, baby.”

“Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?”

“You’re so in for it when we get home.”

“You can take it, you’ve done it before.”

“Just a little more.”

“I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.”

“Suck on my fingers.”

“You look so good with my hands around your neck.”

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”

“Look how good you take it.”

“My baby, you did so well.”

“God, you feel amazing.”

“Swallow. All of it.”

tropes:

enemies to lovers

friends to lovers

mutual pining

arranged marriage

sex pollen (@jimmypagesandbrianmayshair)

sharing a bed

slow burn

arranged marriage

unrequited love

childhood sweethearts

fake relationship

roleswap

established relationship

AUs:

Highschool AU

Soulmate AU

College AU (@spaceodditybarnes with Bucky Barnes or Chris Beck)

Coffee Shop AU (@jimmypagesandbrianmayshair)

Detective AU

Historical AU

Bodyguard AU (@i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend with Steve Rogers)

CEO AU

Bakery AU

Royal AU

Mob AU

Mythology AU

Modern AU

Hospital AU (@captainscanadian with Bucky Barnes)

Bakery AU

Demon AU

(Guardian!)Angel AU

Criminal AU

songs:

Burn - Hamilton

Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Sloan

Tears Dry On Their Own - Amy Winehouse

Silly Girl - Chloe Moriondo

Me and My Husband - Mitski

Something - The Beatles

Uptown Girl - Billy Joel (@blueberrythor with Bucky Barnes)

I Can’t Help Myself - Four Tops

She - dodie

Let’s Fall in Love for the Night - FINNEAS (@subtlebucky with Valkyrie)

Everybody Loves Somebody - Dean Martin

A Sunday Kind Of Love - Etta James

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Flatline-Part Ten

A/N: Jensen and his sixteen year old daughter get into an argument before she goes out for a night with some friends. A few hours later, Jensen gets a call that is going to change his family’s life forever.

Word Count: 1,275

Warnings: Hospital setting, tiny bit of angst

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One Month Later

“Okay kiddos, Daddy is gonna be home with Y/N soon and you gotta remember to be really gentle with her, okay?” Danneel told JJ and attempted to make her babies understand.

“She’s in a wheelychair, right mama?” JJ asked before taking a bite out of the PB&J sandwich her mother had given her.

“That’s right sweetheart, she uses the wheelchair to move around. It’s not a toy, remember that okay? You can’t climb on Y/N when she’s in it and you don’t play with it when she’s not in it.” Danneel explained.

“Okay mama, I’ll be careful, promise.” JJ replied, “I’m ‘cited Y/N is finally coming home. I miss her.”

Danneel gave JJ a sad smile, “I know honey, me too. Good news is she’s home and we can take care of her now and tell her how much we love her and how much we missed her.”

JJ nodded her head, “She happier now?” JJ questioned in an innocent tone.

“Whaddya mean?” Danneel responded.

“Last time we visited Y/N she was sad and didn’t wanna talk much, she gonna be happier now that she’s home?” JJ wondered.

“Sweetheart,” Danneel said carefully as she walked over so she was sitting next to JJ at the table, “Y/N was in a really, really bad accident. She had boo boos all over her body and it took a really long time for the doctors to fix her. She was in a lot of pain so when we saw her a lot of time she wasn’t happy because her body hurt.”

“But I thought the doctors were supposed to make the hurting stop?” JJ asked.

“And they did, but sometimes to fix the boo boos they would have to do things that wouldn’t feel very good and healing takes a long time. Y/N’s body is still healing after the accident so she doesn’t always feel good.”

“Oh…” JJ responded softly, “Well, I hope home makes her feel better.”

Danneel planted a kiss to her daughter’s head, “Me too baby.”

“Kay kiddo, just gotta sign some papers up at the nursing station and we’ll be ready to go. Jared can you check around the room one last time to make sure we grabbed everything?” Your dad asked while standing in the doorway.

“Dad,” You sighed, “We checked the room three times already and you’ve run down five loads of bags to the car over the last two days, I think we grabbed everything.”

“I know sweetheart, I just wanna be sure, I don’t want us to have to come back to this room again. Ever.” Jensen replied and you could tell by his tone that he was just as over being in the hospital as you were.

After the meltdown you had a month ago your father rarely left your side. He would go home for the whole day every Monday and would go back for dinner and bedtime for your siblings every evening, but other than that he was committed to being by your side. Whenever he was gone someone from your family would come and be with you; your mother, uncles, grandparents and Jared would spend every Monday with you while your dad was gone.

You hadn’t been this close with your father since you were a little girl, and though Jensen wished you had never been in the accident he was glad he had his daughter back and was terrified something would happen and that he’d lose you; because of this he had spoken with the doctors and you were now seeing a counselor three times a week. Her name is Amy and you adore her, she would come to your room while you were in the hospital and speak to you about what was going through your mind and how you were healing. It had been rough at first, opening yourself up to a stranger and talking about the intrusive thoughts you were having but she helped you navigate through them and allowed you to process everything that you had gone through.

You had survived a traumatic event at sixteen years old, one that would forever have an impact on your life.

Amy had given advice to your father on how to help you and she sat with the two of you while you tried to express your feelings to your father so that he could get a glimpse into your mind. Many tears were shed but by the end of it your father had a better understanding of what he needed to do in order to help you.

Jared had also become a more important figure in your life, spending every Monday with him, along with the numerous times that he would visit, he became someone you trusted. You’d tell him when you were struggling with such as accepting that you might not be able to walk again or how you were terrified of going back home because you’d have to adapt to another new normal. You told him how you felt guilty for taking all of your dad’s attention away from your siblings and that you worried about what your future looked like because you can’t picture anything past a week from now.

He listened to everything you’d say and never interrupt, he acted as a mediator between you and your father, sometimes even Amy when you couldn’t figure out how to word what you wanted to say.

He’d become a safe place and right now you were very thankful that he was there because the second your dad walked out to the nursing station to sign your release papers you about broke down in tears with fear about leaving the hospital and you weren’t really sure why.

“Hey.” Jared spoke in a concerned tone, “What’s wrong? We’re happy today remember? We’re busting you outta this joint.”

You let out a choked laugh, “I know I just-I don’t know, why am I crying?”

“You tell me,” Jared responded, bending down so that he was level with you as you sat in your wheelchair.”

“I-I think I’m scared.” You told him, wiping a tear from your eye, “What if I go home and I don’t get better or what if I take more attention away from the kids? Ro and Zep are barely a year old, they need more attention than they’ve been getting and with me there-I’ll just take more time away.”

“Y/N/N, it’s gonna be okay. You haven’t taken any time away from them, there have been so many people in and out of the house helping take care of everyone, you going home isn’t going to mess up anything, in fact everyone is beyond ready to have you home.”

“You sure? I’m a lot more work than I used to be.” You asked in a small voice, wiping the last few tears off of your face.

“I’m positive.” He replied, placing a kiss on your head as he stood up.

“Alright, you guys ready to get outta he-what’s wrong?” Jensen questioned as he returned to your room and saw you wiping the tears off your face.

“Nothing, I’m okay.” You told him but based off the look he gave you he didn’t believe you for a second, “I mean it Dad, I’m okay. I had a moment but Uncle Jared helped me.”

Jensen squatted down to your level, “You sure sweetheart?”

You nodded your head and gave him a smile, “Positive.” You told him, glancing up at your uncle who smiled back at you.

Jensen began to stand up and placed a long kiss on your forehead, “I’m so happy you’re coming home.” He told you as he looked into your eyes and you stared right back at him, giving him a grin.

“Me too.”

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blackhakumen · 3 years

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Mini Fanfic #692: Teenagers React to Everyone Losing in Mario Golf World Tour (SSBU)

Mario

Mario gets hit by a Green She'll and turns into his little self on Screen.

Futuba: Wait. (Eyes Widened in Complete Disbelief at the Screen) THAT CAN ACTUALLY HAPPEN TO HIM!?

Ren: We've seen this man get stabbed, detonated, and knocked out many times than any of us can count. And none them ever resulted him into being little.

Lavenza: Perhaps it's the Green Shell's doing......(Place her Hand on her Chin and Starts Thinking) Hmmmmm.........

Futuba: (Turns to Lavenza) Anything on your mind, Lavvy-chan?

Lavenza: This might be hunch, but....How about we try devising a plan? Where we can try hitting Mario with a Green Shell ourselves.

Futuba: That way, we can see if he can turn into a small plumber or not. (Smiles Brightly and Excitedly) That's GENIUS!

Ren: (Has a bit of a Curious Smirk on his Face) Wouldn't mind being a part of that plan myself. I think my throwing skills has gotten better overtime.

Futuba: Mines too!

Makoto: (Immediately Gives the Trio Her Signature Cold Niijima Glare) We are NOT throwing a Green Shell at Mario.

Ren: There it is.

Futuba: (Starts Giving Makoto a Disappointed Pouty Face) Makotooo.....

Lavenza: (Genuinely Shocked and Disappointed) But why ever not, Ms. Queen?

Makoto: Because it's very rude and completely uncalled for. I mean seriously, what would Peach say if she saw you three going through with plan? She would be very disappointed. As I am with you three for even thinking about doing this.

Futuba: Come on, sis! Can't we just-

Makoto: (Stares Piercing her Glare) The answer's no and that's final.

Ren/Lavenza/Futuba: (Straighten Themselves Up in a Bit of Fear) Yes, ma'am!

Lavenza: (Genuinely Surprised) Goodness! I have no idea the Queen could be so terrifying....

Futuba: (Starts Shrugging) That's Makoto for ya. Her glares and motherly attitude are completely outmatched in our ragtag group. You know, besides Haru.

Haru: (Happily and Gently Scratches Under Morgana's Chin While He's Sitting and Purring onto her Lap, Causing her to Giggle Softly Altogether)

Lavenza: I see.... So I suppose nothing could ever try and faze her in some occasions, yes?

Futuba: For the most part.

Ren: (Smirks Like a Love Struck Dork) That's one of the million reasons why I love that beautiful woman after all~

Makoto: (Pouts at Ren) Stop trying to flattering me, Ren-Ren!~ The answer's still no!

Ren: (Chuckles Lightly) We know that already, 'hon~ I just wanted to tell you how much I love you is all~ (Kiss Makoto on the Cheek)

Makoto: (Lays her Head on Ren's Shoulder Once She Begins to Blush) Dummyhead~ (Hugs Ren Afterwards) Love you too~

Futuba: (Puts on a Deadpinned Look on Her Planned) Unless your name is Ren-Ren and try making her blush like a strawberry.....

Lavenza: Fascinating.....

Coco: (Writing Down Somthing on her Notepad)

Tails: Writing down possible theories and methods of any of this makes sense?

Coco: Yup!~

Luigi

Luigi sadly slouches down onto the floor and gets licked by a Boo on screen.

Yoshi: I dunno which is sadder.... Seeing my Luigi being sad or seeing him getting licked by a random Boo.

Pit: (Starts Shrugging Slowly) At least he didn't call himself a loser that time.

Yoshi: Yeah.

Peach

Peach dramatically faints, with heartstrings playing in the background, on screen.

Sonic: ('Sigh') There goes mom being dramatic again.....

Amy: (Happily Resting her Head into Sonic's Shoulder) I feel like you've gotten that from her as of late.

Sonic: ('Heh') Yeah right. Like I can be a drama as well-

Amy: Ice cream on Chili Dogs.

Sonic: (Eyes Widened and Gasps Loudly From his Girlfriend's Sudden Words and Dramatically Points at her) How DARE YOU say those words in front of me!? Your own BOYFRIEND!

Amy: (Giggles Softly at How Adorable her Sonic is Being Right Now) I rest my case~

Yoshi

Yoshi went into his egg in a very sad manner and starts rolling around the area before falling down on screen.

Ann: (Place her Hands onto her Mouth) Oh my gosh! This is so hard to watch!

Shiho: (Hugs Ann's Arm) This is so sad....

Haru: And so adorable at the same time!~

Morgana: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes)

Futuba: (Raise her Hand) All in a agreement to hug Yoshi later on, say aye!

Ann/Shiho/Haru: (Raises Their Hands as Well) AYE!~

Lavenza: (Raises her Hand as Well) I would also like to join in this event as well!

Dark Pit: (Smirks Smugly at an Already Annoyed Yoshi) Guess who's back on his cuteness bullshit?

Ryuji: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah.

Yoshi: For the love of...(Gets Up From his Seat) Why does everyone in this room thinks I'm cute?

Ann: Because you are-

Yoshi: Okay. I get. I flutter jump, I turn into an egg, and I admit, I do have a cute face. But for GOD SAKES, I know Kung Fu! I-I know how to drive a car with little to no problem! (Got Out his Trusty Nunchucks) I even learned how to use Nunchucks and everything!!!

Ryuji: Come on, man. You're overreacting.

Coco: Yeah. There's nothing wrong having a little cuteness in ya. (Happily Gives Yoshi a Thumbs Up) I think it suits you perfectly well.

Yoshi: (Turns to Tails) See, even your girlfriend thinks I'm cute, Tails!

Tails: (Eyes Widened at What Yoshi Just Said) Wait.....

Tails/Coco: WHAAAAAAAAAT!!!!!?

Coco: (Starts Blushing Herself) B-B-But weren't not dating! We're best friends!

Tails: (Starts Blushing as Well) E-Exactly! A-And besides.....(Chuckles a bit Lately) I-I'm pretty sure Coco wouldn't really be interested in dating someone as boring as me-

Coco: ('GASPS') (Pouts at Tails) Miles Tails Prower, how could you!!?

Tails: (Taken Aback by Coco's Sudden Change of Attitude) What? W-What did I say?

Coco: How could you say that about yourself!? You are absolutely NOT boring to me at all!

Tails: Y-You think so-

Coco: (Grabs Tails' Hands and Gently Squeezes Them) I KNOW so, mister! You're the most smartest, brilliant, precious little cinnamon roll I've ever met and anyone who thinks otherwise are dumb and stupid!

Tails: (Almost at a Loss of Words) Coco.....

Coco: I mean it, Tails! I don't EVER wanna see you put yourself down like that ever again, you hear me!?

Tails: I won't do that anymore! I promise!

Coco: (Stares at Tails For a Brief Second Before Sighing) Good. (Gives Tails a Loving Hug) I'm glad we come to an understanding. I love you, bud.

Tails: (Chuckles Lightly While Hugging Coco Back) I love you too, Coco. Thank you.

Almost Everyone: (Stares at the Best Friends Hugging Each Other) (Yeah. They would SO be cute couple together.)

Amy: (So CUUUUUUUUTEEEE!!!~)

Daisy

Daisy tries calming herself down before taking one look at the camera and starts angrily stomping and looking away on screen.

Ryuji: Sheesh. Even when she try to calm down, she still gets angry....

Yoshi: That's my mom for ya. Always a low-key bad sport.

Donkey Kong

Donkey Kong starts slapping the ground angrily before a random barrel came down and hit his head, causing him to fall down unconscious on screen.

Yusuke: That has to be a painful experience to go through.

Futuba: Tell me about it. I highly doubt that any normal human could survive a random barrel falling down on their heads.....or their entire body.

Ryuji: I envy that gorilla sometimes....

Diddy Kong

Diddy Kong lazily eats his banana, throws the peel on the floor beside him, gets up, ,immediately slips on the peel and fell on screen.

Ren: Yeah. No. He had that one coming.

Everyone: (Nodding and Completely Agrees to What Ren was Saying) Yeah./ Very True./ Uh huh.

Wario

Wario gets struck by lightning on screen.

Ryuji: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) JESUS! Where the hell did that lightning came from? It's not even raining outside!

Yusuke: Perhaps there's more to this universe than we originally thought....

Waluigi

Waluigi starts acting dramatic to losing before falling down into a black hole, that suddenly appears out of nowhere, on screen.

Futuba: Wha-Wha- WHAT!? How is even possible!? W-W-WHERE DID THAT BLACK HOLE EVEN CAME FROM!?

Morgana: (Shakes his Head Slowly) I don't even know anymore, Futuba....

Futuba: Damnit! (Looks Up Into the Ceiling in Anger) NONE OF THIS MAKES ANY SENSE!!!

Lavenza: There's a lot of things that doesn't make sense, Big Sister Futuba.

Bowser

Bowser angrily punches a camera on screen.

Ryuji: WOAH WOAH WOAH! What the hell was that all about!?

Ren: A evil, giant turtle getting mad over a simple game of golf....Kind of sounds a lot sadder when I say it out loud.

Ryuji: Right!? It's just a frickin' golf game! Why do they have get so hell-bent over it everytime they lose!?

Ren: I don't think anyone really knows at this point, man.

Bowser Jr.

Bowser Jr throwing his usual temper tantrum on screen.

Morgana: (Starts Sighing While Rolling his Eyes) Here comes another Bowser Jr's cuteness hour.....

Futuba: (Teasingly Pokes Morgan's Cheeks) Getting jealous there, Mona?~

Haru: (Immediately Pulls Morgana into a Loving Hug) Oh my sweet, little Mona-Chan!~ Please don't be jealous of Bowser Jr-kun anymore! I promise I love you with all of my heart!~ (Begins Kissing Morgana's Cheek)

Morgana: (Starts Getting Ticklish by Haru's Kisses) Haru! Come on! I believe you already! Really!

Lavenza: (Turns to Futuba) What exactly is happening here right now? Is Mona-Chan really jealous of this Bowser Jr character?

Futuba; (Simply Nodded) Oh big time. He thinks Haru thinks that the little guy is more cuter than he is.

Lavenza: ('Gasps') That is crazy talk....(Turns to Morgana) Mona-Chan!

Morgana: (Turns to Lavenza) Huh? What's wrong, Lavenza?

Lavenza: (Gently Grab Both of Mona's Paws) There us no need for you feel any jealousy towards Bowser Jr. While it is true that his overall appearance is cute to look at, you are and always will a precious feline in my very eyes!

Morgana: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise While Blushing) Y-You.... really mean that, Lavenza?

Lavenza: Why, of course I do. (Joins into Morgana and Haru's Hug) I wouldn't be here, telling you this if I don't.

Haru: Lavvy-chan is absolutely right on this, sweetheart. You're a lot more precious than give yourself credit for. So please don't be jealous anymore, okay?

Morgana: (Sighs While Being Overwhelmed by the Group Hug) I'll try not to....(Smiles a Little) Thanks, you guys.

Futuba: (Smirk Softly at the Trio While Silently Taking a Few Pictures of Them ('Heh Heh') Dorks.

Rosalina

Rosalina faints....and accidentally fell down on the Lumas, who were trying to help her up, on screen.

'Thud'

Most People in the Living Room: Oh!

Yoshi: That has got to leave a mark.

Pit: I know. I kind of feel bad for those poor little Lumas....

Dark Pit: They're floating, magical stars with eyes, Pit-Stain. They'll be fine.

Birdo

Birdo angrily shoots eggs at the camera on screen.

Ann: (Really Glares at the Screen) Really?! What is with these people and breaking camera screens!? Do they honestly even know how much those things cost!!?

Shiho: (Simply Shrugs) I guess they really can't stand the fact they've lost a game golf.

Ann: Right!?

Toad

Two Toads tries to cheer up the main Toad by cheerleading on screen.

Ren: Huh. Cheerleading Toads.... That's a new one.

Makoto: It's cute how they try to do whatever they can to support each other.

Ren: I agree. It's also ironic how this is the most normal reaction of losing out of everyone else we've seen so far.

Makoto: ('Sigh') Yeah.....

Nabbit

Nabbit hides under a bag....only to get eaten by a Piranha Plant on screen.

Dark Pit: Alright. I'm about to lose it in a matter of seconds, if someone in this room don't tell me why in the hell does that dumbass thought that having a Piranha in his bag was even remotely a good idea!

Ren: ('Sigh') Yeah. I think we're done here.

..............................................................

Sonic: Sheesh....That was a lot more insane to watch through than I thought it would be.....

Yusuke: Not the most cringe worthy event I have ever seen so far, but it was still rather.... interesting to watch, to say the least.

Amy: I know..... I had no idea they would took golf so seriously...

Ryuji: You're telling me. I mean, really, I can't believe these guys were making a huge deal about losing one single game of golf! GOLF!! Probably one of the most boring sports in all of the frickin universe!!

Ren: Well, knowing Mario and the gang, I'm pretty sure they found a way to make the sport more fun to them.

Ryuji: That might be the true, but that doesn't make what we just saw, any better, bro!!

Ren: ('Sigh') Yeah. It.... really doesn't.

Futuba: (Found Something Interesting on his Phone) Huh.

Pit: What you found, Futuba?

Futuba: (Shows Everyone Beside her Phone) It says here that Mario and the others are hosting an all new golf tournament next month. It's called the "Mario Golf: Super Rush Tournament"

Yoshi: (Takes a Look at Futuba's Phone) Yep. Seems pretty legit to me.

Everyone: (Nodded in Agreement)

Makoto: They're going to embarrass themselves in that tournament, are they?

Ren: I'd be surprised if they didn't.

Makoto: You're gonna record the whole thing, are you?

Ren: (Chuckles Lightly) Oho yeah.....

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cutegirlmayra · 4 years

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Sonic OVA: Sonamy AU

Birthday week! So exciting! I’m posting as many prompts as I can while it’s my birthday week! :D EEEEeeeee!!!! It’s gonna be so much fun! It’s my treat for all my wonderful readers out there who have supported me so much! Here’s a little birthday gift to you from me!

Yes, prompts and commissions are open ;)b (However, if you’ve already submitted 3 prompts, please let others have a go too and hold off, okay?)

Prompt:

It wasn’t long after Sonic went off on his own to find Metal Sonic that a familiar pink hedgehog showed up again in his life. Rosy the Rascal, as he heard others call her, stepped out in his way boldly but with a sweetheart expression on her face as he skidded to a halt.

Normally, he wouldn’t bother, and just race around her. However, this time there was some serious danger afoot. “Look, it’s not wise to follow me this time, Rosy.”

As he folded his arms, keeping a neutral expression on his face, she opened her eyes and raised her intertwined hands up to her pinkening face, clearly love-struck by catching his attention enough to have him wait for her to move.

“Sonic, my love, I’ve heard the awful news of what Eggman has done to you.” She began, but Sonic just raised an eyebrow and sweated a little, not sure what she was getting at.

“He does a lot on his spare time...” he grumbled, not really understanding himself why he was pausing to explain things to her.

He didn’t really mind being rude when he needed to be... anyway... so why give her a second?

“I’ve heard that he’s made a robot in your handsome image!” Her eyes opened to reveal a starlit darling that craved her hero’s safety and happiness above all things. “So I’ve come to trash that robot and put your mind at ease. He’s clearly using it to give you a bad name, and I won’t allow it!” she swayed her body back and forth a moment and lowered her bundled together hands down, ceasing to blush as his eyes remained annoyingly on her.

He lowered his eyelids, clearly frustrated and to prove it, he started to tap his foot and put his hands on his hips. “Are you done yet with the cutesy act, already? Look, flattery gets you no where in life and besides that, you’re not as cute as you’re pretending to be. Either step aside and let me handle my own affairs or get somewhere safe. I don’t have time to play around with you.” He swished his arm out, and she opened her eyes in a flinch at his words.

“Y-you... You aren’t bothered by what Eggman’s making you look like?” She seemed shocked to hear that, and quivered as he responded, parting her hands in horror.

“I couldn’t care less what Eggman makes me out to be, everyone can tell that it’s a silly impostor and not me.” He suddenly widened his eyes a moment in realization when Amy cupped her face and looked embarrassingly away from him. “Or... rather... is it just you that didn’t see the difference?”

He knew he was right, and his eyes drooped again at the nonsense of that innocent mistake.

“Oh, how embarrassing!” she covered her face as awkward tears sprayed from the side of her face in an animated way, “Not even recognizing my betrothed! I’m so ashamed! I don’t deserve to be your girlfri-ien-iend!!!” she whined in hopelessness.

Feeling something like--perhaps wanting to comfort her--he nervously held out a hand out to her, “H-hey, no need to cry over it... If it’s a honest mistake, then you probably just didn’t see it clearly enough...”

He twitched back when she peeked through her hands, looking perfectly fine. “You say... everyone could tell?”

He sighed, looking annoyed again that he fell for her girlish act. “Everyone.” he countered, growing upset he so easily was led into that farce.

She covered her face again, “Bo-ho-ho!” she faked the distressful tears, hoping he’d stay longer to soothe her ‘troubled heart’ but he just began to back up and stretch.

“Nice touch on improving the cutesy act, Rosy. But I really don’t have time to cheer up little girls who clearly can find better things to do with their day. See ya!” he raised himself a few times on his toes for the last remaining stretches and then zoomed at light-speeds to curve around her and take off.

“Ah! That meanie! Doesn’t he know he’s leaving me in the middle of nowhere! His fiance for Pete’s sake!” she straightened herself out and threw her arms down by her sides, disappointed her ploy for his tender mercies didn’t work. She sighed, watching his dust cloud take to the wind, “Honestly, sometimes I wonder how I’ll ever keep up...”

Then, as though blurring into existence, Metal Sonic’s red eyes and the rest of his menacing form sketched in behind her like lines on a television screen glitch--due to how fast he was moving, that was the image created as he looked off at Sonic, then only turned his eyes to the side to look to her.

“Huh?” Rosy turned around, “Ahhh!!! Sonic, help me!” she crunched her body to the right to avoid his frame and fell to the ground, crawling backwards, “S-stay away, you big fat fake! Ha! Ha! HA!” She kept throwing tiny hammer toys at him, but they just ‘piko’d off his metallic hide as he walked after her.

“Whhaaa!!! You don’t give up, do you!? Why can’t Sonic be this interested in me!” she shrieked, forming light fists with her hands and putting them up by her face as she cried out again, “SOOONNICCC!!!”

In her desperate cries, flowers were placed before her.

“H-huh?” She turned back shocked, “What’s this? Is this for me?” She looked up amazed as Metal Sonic continued to remain cold and silent, presenting the gift.

“Ohh... d-do you want me to take them?” She bent her eyes a bit, not sure what this was...

Metal Sonic lowered his head, and little robotic noises seemed to answer her in return.

“W-well, that’s very kind of you, but I’m in love with Sonic. The real Sonic, okay?” She held up a hand, then pushed his flowers back towards him. “And I’ve already made him upset by mistaking him for those rumors about what you’ve done! So the best way to make up for it is to kindly reject you and be on my way, sound fair?” She got up and dusted herself off, sighing and wiping some sweat from her forehead. “Phew, glad that’s over with. Now that Sonic knows my eyes are only for his organic shape and heroic smile, he won’t think twice about marrying me!” She daydreamed and swooned as she looked up to the sky and held her hands to the side of her face, longingly.

Metal Sonic’s hand twitched, and he ripped the flowers into blades of grass. His red eyes glowed brighter than before in clear rage before taking a powerful stance, as though ready to rush her.

“Ah! H-hey, what’s with the sudden change of atmosphere, huh?” Rosy zipped back in an blur, not wanting to be so close to him as he seemed to power up. “I-I’ve rejected boys before but this seems a little extreme, don’t you think? S-S...Sonnnicccc!!!” she cried out and ran, but dirt whipped up around Metal Sonic as his engine rotated to rapid speeds and pursued her.

Picking her up, he took off into the air as she cried out, “NOT AGGGAAIINN!!!”

Hearing her getting closer in the distance, Sonic just let out an exasperated sigh and looked over his shoulder, “What does she want now? Huh?” Seeing Metal Sonic holding her above, his expression quickly changed to anger. “What’s that?! Come and get her? You punk,... alright. Have it your way. But I still don’t get why you have to get little Rosy involved in all this.” He took off towards some protruding metal spikes that were also buried under thick dirt and sand, racing up it to jump and take on Metal Sonic.

Metal Sonic dropped Rosy and battled Sonic, having her cry out as she fell through the air. “Noooo..!!!”

“Rosy!” Sonic broke out of the fight with Metal Sonic to reach for her, but he went behind Sonic, his spikes not bothering his metal body. Sonic was held in a choke hold while still struggling to jump down and free her.

“She may be small, but her hammer packs a punch, I remember that much!” A twirling duo of fox tails burst and jumped over the different protruding spikes, dashing over with a homing-attack to knock Sonic out of Metal Sonic’s grasp and then fly off to grab Amy, “Got’cha! Miss Amy Rose, right?”

“Oh, you remembered.” Rosy looked up to him, amazed by his speedy entrance.

“Remember? I still have a bump on my head!” Tails called her out as she twitched her ear from him yelling directly into it. “Why is Metal Sonic so interested in using you against Sonic, though? I don’t get it.”

Rosy batted her eyes, “If you convince Sonic to protect me, then maybe you both won’t have to worry about it.”

“Oh, that’s a good point.”

“It’s not!” Sonic countered, kicking a final striking blow to Metal Sonic’s noggin’ and sending him down into the sand. “Tails! Help me out!” he held out his hand behind him, still glaring down at Metal Sonic as Tails flew to his side, having Rosy switch to his other hand, “Errr... Are all hedgehogs this hard to carry?” he held his nose up, struggling to keep both hands on them.

“Ah! How rude! Sonic, teach your sidekick some manners!” Amy huffed.

“Manners?! Lady, I’m his best friend!” Tails protested, but helped the two down to safety.

“Best friend, huh? Well, I guess every groom still needs a best man. Okay, you can come along too.” She put her hands on her hips as though judging Tails, as he bent his ears back, not liking her forwardness in how blunt she was.

“You’re still on about that?” Sonic spat out, “And give it a rest, Tails, she’s only formidable when her opponents play by the rules, isn’t that right, Metal me?” After defending Tails a moment, he turned back to Metal Sonic, getting up from the impact his face made with the ground.

“I hope I got a new dent in that face.” he smirked, folding his arms. “What’s with you picking on little girls anyway? Didn’t Eggman every teach you not to bully those weaker than you?” he wagged his infamous finger out to him, and heard Metal Sonic’s engine blare in the distance. “Heh, guess not.”

“I’m not weak!” Rosy summoned another Piko Piko Hammer, but this one was slightly bigger than the last few she tossed. “See? Ha-ha-ha!” she swung it around, forcing Tails to duck and fling his two tails over his head protectively, but Sonic just ‘tsk’d as if not impressed.

“I’ll deal with you later, kid.”

“I’m not a kid!” Rosy stomped her foot down. “I’m gonna be your wife!”

Sonic rolled his eyes, “Anyway... back to reality, is that scrapped head of yours able to understand, Metal Me? Let’s settle this, hedgehog to machine, and leave them out of this!” He waited for a response after holding a hand out to Rosy and Tails.

He pulled Amy behind him, almost instantly as she was flung to his side and hid behind him, admiring his protectiveness of her.

“S-Sonic...” Her eyes shone before realizing what he had said before. “B-but-!”

He held her against him as he pointed back to Metal Sonic, “Quit sticking your nose into other people’s lives, Metal Me, what are you? Desperate or something?” she was amazed to be in his arms a moment before he lightly let her go and stumble over to Tails in her dreamy step. “Girls hate it when you hog them all to yourself, don’t ya know?” He kept taunting, getting Metal Sonic even more revved up now.

“B-but I can hit real hard...” Rosy muttered, her lower lip trembling as Tails got back up, lightly patting her head.

“There, there. Sonic’s just trying to distract Metal him from not targeting you again.” he explained, but quickly moved his hand behind his back, still not sure how to take the silly little fan-girl.

Though, he did admire Sonic, he felt she was a bit more of a extremist in her hero worship than his idolizing of Sonic.

Still, he felt he understood--somewhat--of how she felt towards him.

She sniffled in her budding tears, “You... You really think so?” She looked towards him and he nodded.

“Sure! He probably heard you pleading for help and couldn’t stop himself from jumping in. That’s Sonic for ya, always a helpful guy.” He praised him, as Rosy wiped her tears away.

“You’re much better than I thought you were, Tails! I’m glad Sonic has a buddy to help him out on his dangerous adventures! Let’s be friends!” She jumped into his arms, but he immediately dodged her, holding his hands out as the whites of his eyes were exposed in his fear.

“N-no-no, that’s okay! Just hearing you say that is enough!” he panicked, still afraid of the girl’s strength from the fighting tournament.

Sonic ditched the two, leaving Rosy to cry out, “H-hey! Where are you going!?”

“To fight.” He responded, keeping his eyes glued to Metal Sonic, waiting for him...

“Ah! W-without us!” She looked worried, but Tails also seemed to match her concerns, stepping forward with his arms to his sides.

“You’re gonna leave me behind again..? Oh, rats!” He snapped his fingers and looked disheartened.

“Do yourself a favor, Amy,”

She perked up at him using her real name.

“...Don’t get involved.” he stated very firmly, and went to take down Metal Sonic in another all-out duel again.

Her heart was broken by his words, but she stayed out of the battlefield since.

Later, Knuckles and Tails were watching the end play out, and the many awards Sonic was rejecting receiving that Sara and her father were trying to force him to wear and accept but failing miserably too.

Rosy didn’t like Sara’s fawning of him but listened in on Old Man Owl and the boys’ conversation...

“So you’re saying...” Tails began, looking a bit worried at his words.

“Precisely!” Old Man Owl hooted, “If what you said is true, I have a theory!”

“But saying that Metal Sonic actually liked that hedgehog girl because he was being influenced by Sonic’s data doesn’t add up.” Knuckles, incredulous as ever, leaned forward accusingly and shook his gloved hand out, turning his head to the side as he spoke a bit down to the mad owl.

“Ho? Isn’t it obvious?” the old owl could have sworn he was right. “She is a cute girl, after all.”

Rosy’s renewal and faith in Sonic beat back into her heart like a rocker’s drum. Hearts flew all around her as she thought to herself, ‘Aw, he must be too shy to confess such things upfront!’

“If that’s true, then Sonic has some odd tastes! And not just in looks alone!” Tails laughed.

Rosy blinked her eyes a moment, then turned to the boys, summoning her hammer to an exceptionally large height and width. “What did you say?”

The three flinched, having huddled up and not realizing she could hear them..!

But that’s when Sonic blazed by, grabbing Rosy and holding her bridal style without a word, just rushing her off with him.

“O-oh!” she blushed, her hammer disappearing from her clutches, and reverting to her coy manners. “Sonic... is everything alright?”

“I’m taking you home.” He stated, shaking his head then suddenly, “Ugh, anyone every tell you--you smell like flowers and machine oil. Peh!” he must have meant her run-in with Metal Sonic, but she swooned into his chest anyway.

“I knew you cared!” she chimed.

“About your smell? Keep dreaming, you rascal!”

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stewyonmolly · 4 years

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🌱🌈 :-D

🌱 - dream job?

writing for pixar or laika studios (they made coraline, kubo and the two strings, etc)!! or just being a novelist but that’s obviously hard to do as a sole profession LMAO </3

🌈 - tell us about your best friends!

LMAO BEEDEE okay so beedee is the type of person who almost always sends me asks during ask games that have to do with her but i still get so excited to answer them because i LOVE TALKING ABOUT BEEDEE. literally my soulmate, i feel like i sometimes say absolute gibberish and she knows exactly what i mean because we’re just wired to the same frequency. she’s the only bearable taurus alive. she’s like daisies and sweet perfume and pale pink but she also makes me want to pull on a pair of stomping boots and run through city streets at 3am while laughing uproariously and flipping off god. she’s the type of person who is so easy to talk to, so easy to relate with, so easy to love. she’s the steam off freshly baked bread and the crack of the crust and she’s also getting dragged by your best friend into the rain and kicking muddy water at each other and the sun coming out only once you’re soaked. we’re going to move to england once we graduate and we’re going to live in an apartment and raise our CHILDREN together like some kind of full house shit. it’s going to be perfect literally life without beedee would be a life without sunshine even if she prefers the rain.

jonah is RIDICULOUS. he’s the type of person who posted One (1) tiktok and got millions of views in one day. he’s the funniest person i know, he’s like john mulaney but better because he’s JONAH. he’s my ex-gifted-kid soulmate, and we’re both so fucking burnt out but in all the same ways. every time we talk on the phone we talk for 6 hours and we both pace the whole time. once he walked 14 miles in laps around battery park while talking on the phone with me. he has this enormous, gaping, bleeding heart and he’s gone through so much with so many people and he’s still so, so deeply and thoroughly good that it makes me want to dunk my head in the hudson and contract a flesh-eating bacteria. he’s going to be an actor and he’s going to be famous and you’re all going to know his name and i’m going to be sitting here sobbing because i knew him when he looked like oswald the octopus and he was my pugsley when i was wednesday and we have so many inside jokes and i could talk about him for years. his fashion sense sucks and he has synesthesia and three times a semester he texts me asking to send him poems that he can bastardize for his acting classes and it never bothers me. my actual brother and the person i sit next to at every group hang because he lets me cuddle him.

amy is LIGHT. oh my god shes light. she’s a ballerina and she’s cotton candy in human form and she’s the only person in my group of friends with conviction, the only one with a spine. she loves the color yellow and she sends me stickers in the mail sometimes and she bakes sometimes and only very badly. her dog is huge and scary and she named it sully. she eats pasta with NOTHING ON IT. she has calf muscles that god would be jealous of. she’s going to be a special ed teacher and it is what she was born to do. she’s good with every person not because she’s supposed to be but because it’s EASY for her. that being said she would probably egg the car of the guy both of us dated if i asked her to do it with me. she’s the voice of reason but only sometimes. she has a car but it’s stick-shift and she doesn’t know how to drive it because she never learned. she’s the only choreographer who ever successfully taught me a dance sequence. she’s such a picky eater it actually astounds me. she pukes when she’s nervous but she also pukes when she laughs too hard. she makes me want to believe in god a little bit.

and my little sister. i can’t even put it into words how much i love her. we share a bed every single night and when she’s not there with her pointy fucking knees up my asshole i can’t sleep. she leaves shit ALL OVER MY ROOM. i have five cups mugs and glasses around my room right now and all of them are hers. she used to mess up my carefully set-up barbie dream house while i was at school. we used to fight, like legit fight, she bit me once and i bled and now we laugh hysterically about it. oh my god she makes me laugh like no one else. she can just blink and i’ll laugh. if she breathes right i’ll laugh. we make eye contact and i laugh. we used to get smacked in church for giggling about the lady who smelled like yankee candle catalogues. she’s a lacrosse player and she wants to be an anesthesiologist and she’s going to be a fucking soccer mom with 2.4 kids and she’s going to marry her high school sweetheart and i’m nothing like that and i’m SO HAPPY FOR HER. she has so many friends and goes to parties and she’s so popular and she deserves it all because she’s actually a good person. i can’t go to shoprite or walmart without her. she’s always wearing my clothes and she stretches the thighs of all my pants. she’s lactose intolerant and she eats dairy anyway and then i get the snapchats of her on the toilet crying and i still feel bad about it even though she knowingly did it to herself. she cries every time she drops me off at college. sometimes she reminds me of my mom and it scares me. sometimes i look at her laughing and i see me and it scares me. usually i just see her, and that’s the best thing i could see. she’s the one person i don’t think i could live without.

#SORRY I TALKED SO MUCH I JUST LOVE LOVING PEOPLE #about me #ask game #beedee tag #i’m love u beedee sweet tea bubblegum gal

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hanna-writess · 4 years

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Title: I made a mistake, love.. (Oneshot)

Characters: Adrian, Amy, Laura.

Warnings: arguing, mentions of cheating, a little sadness but fluff overall.

Notes: hi guys! I'm so sorry I haven't written fanfic for Adrian and Amy in awhile, but I lost inspiration for awhile :( BUT! I made this fanfic for a very special friend of mine (more like a sister) @adriansbiss ! Happy birthday Angel, I love you so damn much and you're the best, I hope you like this 💖❤ (everyone go follow her 💗 sorry this is late, it's a bit sad in the beginning but it's a fluffy ending)

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I watched as Amy sat on the couch, a warm blanket covering her body, her glasses hanging a little as she read her book, zoned out from her surroundings. I stood at the front door, in the dark thinking. Was it true? Should I ask her or not? Will it end badly? All of those doubts swarmed around in my mind, but I couldn't go on without knowing.

I took off my jacket and sweater vest, along with my shoes before walking closer to her, gently kissing her head as she jolted a little in surprise. But smiled nonetheless, I returned it with a small smile and sat beside her, carefully wrapping my arm around her waist, it was now or never.

I froze for a moment, just admiring her features. Her smile, beautiful brown eyes, long wavy blonde hair with hints of brown, soft almost tan skin covered by a sweater. But I shook myself out of that, it was too easy getting caught up in my own thoughts.

I finally got the courage to speak up and calmed down "have you been sleeping with Anthony Richards?" I saw her smile fade, and how she gently pulled away from me, sadness and a hint of anger lingering in her eyes. "How could you ask me that? I would never cheat on you Adrian!"

I couldn't tell if she was lying or not, because she was great at putting on an act or shielding herself from any pain, it was what she was used to. And to a certain point I couldn't blame her, but now I needed the truth. And used the other side of me, the one she sort of disliked. The demanding and strong headed side of me. "Amy.. I want the truth"

I watched as the love in her eyes was slipping away, and tears were taking that place, she held the book close to her and shook her head, letting tears slide down her cheeks. "I can't believe you. I married you, I had your daughter even though it was supposedly impossible, I risked my life and died for you and our friends, I stay by your side through it all, and you accuse me of cheating after all this time?"

I sighed and felt guilt building inside me, rising up and threatening to spill out. She was right though, about everything she'd given up to be with me, how she couldn't see her family or travel, or go out in the sun like she used too. How she saved my life countless times before, got through being a newborn vampire all while trying to channel her powers, while being chased by two insane power seeking gods.. oh how I had messed up.

"Amy I know how it sounds but the rumors-" she scoffed and got up, standing up tall and brave, anger radiating off her. I was in for it now "you're basing this off of rumors?! What will it take for you to trust me Adrian! Know you for hundreds of years like Kamilah? Or Serafine and how she gained your trust by "helping" you and Kamilah- oh wait no, you just slept with her."

I winced at that last comment, she had her father's temper and it wasn't always a good thing, but right now I deserved this, I couldn't have been more naive. "Amy.. I'm sorry.. it was wrong to even accuse you love.." I was a little nervous to look her in the eye, knowing they were probably burning with a passion.

"Oh no, don't try and get all lovey dovey now, I can't believe you Adrian. I've heard rumors, seen things that made me terrified, or how women love to touch you wherever they can when I'm not around, or how in Paris you seemed to care about Serafine more than me, I never said anything because I love you, and trusted you! It seems that trust only goes one way."

I felt built eating away at me more fiercely, tearing me apart and breaking me apart. I wanted to gently grab her and hold her, kiss her all over and beg for her to forgive me and stop being so upset, but I knew she didn't want that right now and probably wouldn't for awhile. I tried speaking, my voice coming out quiet as ever.

"I understand Amy.. you can be mad at me, I deserve it. But.. please don't leave" she had her arms crossed and her breathing was low and shallow, she looked at me directly in the eyes, her eyes glinting in the light, showing a little compassion. But her walls were still up very high, which made me sad on the inside.

"I'd never leave Adrian, we have children together. But we'll be sleeping in separate beds tonight, see you in the morning." I watched as she walked off upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms and closed the door behind her, I groaned and fell back onto the couch. Feeling my heart pound in my chest, as I turned down the brightness of the lights. I closed my eyes and covered my face with my hands. Thinking as I sinked in guilt deeper and deeper.

Then after a few minutes, I felt a small form crawl beside me, surely not Amy. I removed my hands and opened my eyes, seeing little Laura curled up in my side, her arms holding me. My worries slowly slipped away and I wrapped an arm around her, gently moving aside her wavy hair, and tucking it behind her ear.

I leaned down and kissed her head, then she nuzzled me and I could tell she was wide awake, hard to believe she stayed awake until midnight to see me, only being 5 years old. She opened her eyes and smiled lightly, her eyes just like mine.

She was a perfect mixture between me and Amy, and she buried her face in the crook of my neck, her small quiet breath fanning there. I chuckled softly and gently rubbed her back, she could be clingy most of the time which I loved.

Then her small voice chimed up, in a whisper "could I sleep with you and mommy tonight..? I had a bad dream.." I sighed and watched as she held me tight, that was the third nightmare this week and I couldn't bear seeing her scared, so me and Amy always gave in and said yes.

"Well.. mommy is sleeping in a different room tonight.. she.. wants some time alone, but you could still come in our room and share the bed with me" she nodded and held onto me as I picked her up and carried her upstairs, she was slightly shaking which made me frown.

but when I set her down under the covers and turned off the light, but kept on a small night light, she looked calmer now. I relaxed a little, seeing her scared like this made me tense but knowing she felt safe with me or Amy, or just both of us was a relief.

I kissed her head and rubbed her arm "I need to get changed and get ready for bed, will you be okay for a few minutes?" She nodded and buried herself further under the covers, I walked to the closet and closed the door, changing into a pair of black sweatpants and then white t-shirt.

I neatly folded my clothes neatly and then went to the bathroom, washing my face and combing my disheveled hair a little, then brushed my teeth and turned out the lights and walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later.

I yawned and got under the covers and looked at Laura, her eyes closed and her form curled up, the covers wrapped comfortably around her, I smiled and laid back, keeping one arm around her while I closed my eyes, falling into a deep slumber.

*the next morning*

I woke up and moved a little, but felt two small arms wrapped around me, I yawned and rubbed my eyes before opening them, seeing Laura right beside me, fast asleep and drooling a little, which made me chuckle quietly but smile. I carefully lifted one of her arms off me and replaced my spot with a pillow, which she held close to her.

I got up and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind myself and looking in the mirror, my hair messy and my eyes tired but the same, my clothes wrinkled but comfortable. I washed my face and grabbed the towel, drying all the water off and then brushed my teeth

I turned on the shower, making sure the water was warm before getting in, I took 5 minutes but it didn't matter because nobody was up, and Laura was a heavy sleeper. I got out and dried off, putting on a grey sweater and black pants and combed my hair.

After a second I heard giggling outside and was surprised, it was still early. I unlocked the door and peeked out, seeing Amy sitting on the bed with Laura as they talked, the tv was on but was quiet enough that they weren't paying much attention, soon enough they laid down and got under the covers, watching the tv in a comfortable silence.

I closed the door and cleaned up the bathroom, throwing the towel I used in the hamper along with my clothes from the night before. Then walked out and after a minute they looked at me, Laura smiling and getting up, off the bed and over to me, hugging my waist. I chuckled and picked her up, kissing her head "have a good sleep?" She nodded and leaned her head on my chest

"What are we having for breakfast daddy?" I looked at her, her smile present and eyes shining with happiness. "What do you want sweetheart?" She went silent for a moment, thinking. She could be picky sometimes but it was cute, then she said "waffles and bacon!" I chuckled and gently tickled her. "Alright, that sounds good, you go get dressed while I talk to mom for a second"

She kissed my cheek and then ran out of the room as soon as I set her down and then I looked at Amy, her gaze was a bit cold but better then last night, I could tell her anger died down now, which I was thankful for.

"I'm sorry about last night Amy, I just.." I sighed, not knowing how to continue, not having an excuse for accusing her, it was just nerves. I could see now they were just friends. "I shouldn't have accused you, I listened to others when I should have just trusted you, I know you're friends with him and there' nothing wrong with that"

I walked closer and sat beside her, gently taking her hands in mine, kissing them. "Forgive me, love?" Her expression and she had a light smile on her features, her hands intertwining with mine, then she leaned closer and wrapped her arms around me.

"Of course I can.. and I'm sorry for overreacting.. I just need to control my temper a little better" I held her close to me, and kissed her head, a smile on my face. No matter how many mistakes were made, we still got through it, she really was my dream girl, my wife.

We held each other for another few minutes, then chuckled when we heard Laura's small voice ring up from downstairs, we got up and walked down, holding hands as we talked quietly about Laura's birthday coming up next week, then began cooking breakfast with her, messes were made, and laughs were shared. Most importantly we were having fun together. My life, my future, were with my precious daughter, and wonderful wife.

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kilyra · 5 years

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You a Fangbanger Now?

Eric Northman (True Blood) One-Shot

A/N: Well, absolutely no one directly requested this, but I’m carrying on with the Eric Northman arc because I love him, I’m trash, and this is my slop offering - so this is following “You Will” and “You Did, Sweetheart”.

Defending Eric Northman to your raging roommate is the last thing you thought you’d ever find yourself doing, and Eric seems equally surprised.

Warnings: Swearing. Like the eff word on repeat. No spoilers though (I myself am only on S3 or 4, so this is an early Eric style fic…also, please don’t send me any spoilers).

If you want to be on my tag lists, (all or just a character) just let me know! (Credit for this amazing gif goes to @bonniebird. Thank you SO much!)

The shrill, echoing shriek woke you from a dead sleep. Sitting bolt upright, you were already fighting to get free from your sheets before you could understand why you were even awake.

A crash in the kitchen jolted you to your feet, sending you scrambling for your bedroom door. Adrenaline flooded your veins as you raced down the stairs, your bare feet thudding on the hardwood.

Tearing around the corner into the kitchen, you skidded to a stop, squinting at the brightly lit room. Your roommate was holding a knife but was shaking too hard to keep it still. Coming far enough into the room to see what she had cornered, your heart pounded harder.

Fear melted to a heavy feeling in your stomach as you spotted him. Eric fucking Northman.

Casually leaning against the counter, a faint grin played on his lips as he watched your roommate uselessly wave the knife his direction. Raising his eyebrow, his eyes briefly darted to yours, twinkling with amusement.

“Who the fuck are you?” She was boarding on hysterical.

Rubbing your eyes, you tried to keep the sleepy groan from your voice. “Amy...Ams, what's going on?”

“This creepy fucker broke into our house. I came into the kitchen and he was just...just...here!”

Reaching over, you squeezed her shoulder. She tilted her head towards you but kept her eyes on him. "Whoa, whoa...hey, hey. That's just Eric, he's a fr-."

His eyes found their way back to yours as you stopped short. There was hardly a shift in his bemused expression, but you thought you saw the corner of his mouth twitch at your sudden discomfort.

Friend? Seriously?

“He's...Eric. It's fine...”

Pulling away from you, Amy shot you an incredulous look as she backed up enough to keep on eye on you both. “Fine?! It's...it's not fine!”

The alcohol on her breath hit your nostrils, and you were suddenly very aware that she was practically waving the knife at you. Facing your palms towards her, you took a careful step back. Eric's face clouded slightly as he pushed himself from the counter, but your roommate seemed oblivious to the shift in her situation as she continued.

“Y/n! He...he appeared...like some goddam ghost or something.... T-that's not fine.”

Her wrist flicked to drive home her point when suddenly Eric was beside you. The knife clattered to the floor as Amy half-screeched and backed into the wall behind her. Ice rushed through you, but you somehow managed to stop from jumping as he rushed close.

Standing at your elbow, his low tone was steady and calm. “It's late. I was making sure you weren't an intruder.”

But why was he already in the house?

Amy's hands visibly trembled as she clamped them over her mouth. Slowly pulling them away, she looked from Eric to you. “S-so w-what? You a...a fangbanger now?”

Letting out a soft snort, Eric's lips pressed together as he gave you a sidelong glance.

You didn't see the humour. “Seriously? He's only here because of you.”

Her hands dropped lower, hovering awkwardly without her knife to grip. As you watched, her face briefly fell as though she knew exactly what you meant. But it was quickly hidden by a glare. “What's that supposed to mean?”

The fact she was drunk did nothing to stop your irritation from exploding into burning anger. “What do you think, Ams? Do you have any idea what your disappearing act did to Sookie? Strange vampires show up, there was practically a new murder each week, and you just leave without saying anything?”

Clenching her jaw, Amy crossed her arms. Her narrowed eyes flickered to Eric as he tilted his head, but they both stayed quiet.

“She thought those vampires had you. Or worse. That girl called in all the favours she had to look for you, and even got Eric to watch over me and our place, alright? None of that would have happened if you hadn't taken off with your loser boyfriend to go get high for two weeks.”

"Yeah? Well, I'm back now! And it had nothing to do with fangers or any of the other bullshit Sookie got herself into, so there's no reason for him to even be here. Besides...don't I have to invite him in or some shit? Couldn't I just revoke-”

“Watch it.”

Even Eric's eyebrows shot up as you growled.

“The whole time you were off with those assholes, he was here for me. He went above and beyond to keep track of my safety and, frankly, the only sleep I got was when I knew he was around. Sookie wasn't the only one spooked when you disappeared, you know. Have a little respect.”

In truth, you still weren’t sure why Eric gave you his blood but you were positive it wasn’t to help keep you safe. And it was next to impossible to sleep when he paid you a visit. But you were way too pissed to care that much about the truth.

Shifting between her feet, Amy's lip curled. “And I wonder what Sam'll think about all this.”

Curiously watching your argument unfold, Eric didn't seem bothered by her threats. But you were finding it hard to think over the pounding in your ears. Leaning forward, you jabbed your finger at her as she flattened against the wall. "I'm the leaseholder so go ahead and play that game...see what happens. But for fuck sakes, I'm literally the only bridge you haven't burned yet, do you really want to go there?"

Everything seemed to stand still as your final blow of words landed on your roommate. Finally, her eyes darted between you and Eric before she started blinking rapidly. A small drop of pity formed in your chest and you knew you'd be having a gentler talk with her in the morning.

Throwing back her shoulders, she stormed past you without another word. Maybe the gentler talk wouldn't exactly be in the morning...

Turning slightly, you watched her leave, making sure she didn't try anything on her way out. It was Eric's soft chuckle that drew your attention back.

“Mmm, I'm impressed.” His cool voice contrasted the fire still running through your veins. But when you turned back, his eyebrows were drawn together as his gaze swept over you.

It felt like he was taking you in for the first time since you stumbled into the room. Your skin prickled at his confused stare as it lingered over you. Memories of all your heated dreams with him edged into your mind and you realized how little space was between you.

Running your hand over your hair, you lightly scratched at your scalp before you shrugged. It took effort, but you managed to keep your tone flat. “Yeah?”

As he cocked his head to the side, you realized he wasn't wearing his usual smug expression. The former amusement had also drained away leaving a serious look in its wake. “You stood up for me.”

Taking a step back, you crossed your arms and took a moment to study him for once. The statement was simple, but you could hear the question in his tone. Pressing your lips together in a light frown, you weren't sure what to say.

His eyes stayed trained on yours and, for a moment, you were worried he was going to glamour you. Just as your stomach started to flutter, he continued. “I've never had someone do that before. Not like that, at least.”

Swallowing back the nervousness that formed a thick lump in your throat, you took a sharp breath. "Yeah? Well, you're not off the hook."

That seemed to snap him back into his usual self as he scoffed. “Excuse me?”

“What are you doing here?”

Stilling again, he lifted a shoulder in a casual shrug. “I already told you, it's the middle of the night and I thought she was an intruder. A loud, clumsy int-”

Waving him into silence, you were mildly surprised when the gesture worked. “No, I mean why were you here? You were already in the house when she came home...Why? What were you doing here?”

The brief glimpse at the Eric you knew grew stony as his features relaxed and his lips drew into a straight line. His pale blue eyes stared at you from behind the mask of his blank expression. He stayed silent.

Your sense of power grew as the vampire seemed to quietly recede at your question. “Okay, then. Do you do this often? Because, Amy's right, you know. Now that we know what happened, you don't need to keep watch anymore.”

His throat worked as he let his focus trail to the side. He seemed to hear what you were saying, but there was no reply. It was unnerving.

“So? Are you here a lot?”

Snapping his eyes back to yours, the muscles in his jaw flexed before his glare softened. “I stop in sometimes.”

Since you woke up, your racing heart hadn't slowed, but with his admission, it tried to hammer out of your rib cage. In a rush, your cheeks grew warm. Eric Northman. In your room. While you were sleeping.

The worst part was, you weren't sure if that was upsetting or exciting.

Chewing the corner of your mouth, you noticed his eyes flash to your lips. But still, his expression was unreadable.

“Why?” You practically whispered the question.

Blinking slowly, his gaze lowered before his eyebrow arched in a quick twitch. Looking to the side again, he avoided your stare when he finally answered. “I don't...have an answer for that.”

Your lips parted in a wordless reply as you watched him. The quietness in his tone was as surprising as his answer, and you weren't sure what either meant.

Not that he gave you long to think about it.

In a sudden moment of decisiveness, his head jerked towards the door. “I should go.”

Wait.

The plea was on your lips, but with a soft breeze skimming across your skin, he was gone.

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another-sonic-blog · 4 years

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Stages: Her

Stages: Casual Friends Pt.4: Her (Chapter 9)

Pairing: ShadAmy (Friends to lovers, Slow burn)

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Previous: https://another-sonic-blog.tumblr.com/post/190482048775/stages-the-date

Amy thought she would never be in this position. She gulped in fear as she made her way inside G.U.N's headquarters. Her hands began to sweat, her lip softly tremble as she noticed how some agents looked at as she made her way.

She went inside and immediately, went to talk to the receptionist.

"Hello, I would like to speak to Shadow the Hedgehog," Amy said, she noticed that the receptionist looked her, up and down.

"Agent Shadow doesn't accept visits from anyone."

"Can you tell him that Amy Rose is looking for him, please?"

"I am sorry, but-"

"Amy! What brings you here sweetheart?"

Amy turned around as she recognized the familiar voice. Rouge was dazzling like always, she looked more professional today, however. Black pants, white shirt and black best. It was a simple look, but Rouge made everything look high fashion.

"Hey Rouge!" Amy smiled, "Do you think you can do me a favor?"

"Sure honey, what is it?"

"I need to give this to Shadow," Amy said as she showed Rouge a paper bag, "But the receptionist told me Shadow doesn't accept visits so-"

"Oh honey, next time just come inside to our office. You know very well that you are always welcome." Rouge directed a small stare at the receptionist, letting her know her intentions.

Amy nodded as she followed Rouge to the elevator. The elevator was made out of glass. The G.U.N. logo plastered around not just the elevator but everywhere. One couldn't argue whether it was pride or just egocentrism. She could see each floor of G.U.N., training floor, technology, and development, weaponry, vehicles, many in which Amy couldn't even name.

Everything.

She wanted to admit, that this was everything she wanted for the Resistance and she began to doubt herself.

Once again.

The elevator door opened and Rouge and Amy walked out, the new agents looked at them. Looking at Rouge, but mostly, looking at Amy.

New agents were placed in small cubicles while Team Dark and more experience agents had their own office. To go to their office, they had to walk through the cubicles first.

"Isn't that the girl who danced with agent Shadow on the new year's dance?"

"She is... What is she doing here?"

"She looks ... very ...plain."

Rouge didn't want to continue hearing it, but she didn't want to make a big fuss out of respect for Amy.

"Wasn't she the captain of the Resistance?"

"Oh, yes! Has she given up already? Is she looking for a job at G.U.N.?"

"As if! She is not talented enough to enter the academy and by the way she dresses ... I am sure she can't even pay it."

Rouge turned to look at Amy, her head was down, her bangs covered her face.

Rouge really wanted to do something, to at least tell the agents to stand up and tell her in the face. However, she knew Amy. The pink didn't like anyone else to fight her battles, let alone help her.

Amy wanted to defend herself ... but she couldn't do it when she knew that they were speaking the truth.

Rouge couldn't stand it, she was going to speak up, but someone came else came to do it for her.

"New agents! When you are done with your paperwork, run 15 laps around G.U.N!" Shadow showed up, coming out of Team Dark's office.

"What!?" Everyone exclaimed.

"Why?"

"It's unfair!"

"We weren't doing anything!"

Shadow looked at everyone, serious. "Make it 20 and if you keep complaining, I'll add 5 more."

Shadow walked towards Amy and Rouge.

Amy giggled a little to herself, she could hear the female agents swoon over Shadow as he made his way.

She was better than these people ... She was better than anyone who liked Shadow the Hedgehog in that way.

"What brings you here?"

"I haven't seen you in three days and well, I brought your jacket," Amy said as she showed the brown paper bag to Shadow, meaning that his jacket was inside of it.

"My G.U.N. jacket? I told you, you can have it," said Shadow.

"I don't want to wear a jacket that has your name on it."

"Oh, wow," this time Rouge interrupted, "Shadow, I didn't know you had a thing for pink hedgehogs."

"I don't. I just don't need that jacket." Shadow added, "Look at it as a charity."

Suddenly, Shadow felt the brown paper bag being thrown at his face. He held it with his hands, furious that Amy disrespected him in front of everyone.

But if in those terms came to place, he had also disrespected her and maybe even worse.

"I don't need your charity, you jerk!" Amy said as she turned around and went back to the elevator.

Shadow wanted to go after her. However, Rouge stopped him on his tracks.

"I think you have done enough," said Rouge as she went to look after Amy.

Shadow watched Rouge disappeared into the elevator, his hands tremble with anger. He just couldn't stop himself from hurting Amy. Even when he wanted to get close to her, he just ended pushing her away.

"Shadow, your presence is required at the vehicle parking," Omega said as he came out of his office, breaking Shadow's thought.

"I don't have the mind to deal with-"

"It's about your bike, DR."

Amy was done with Shadow. He was so confusing. He does nice things for her but then, he acts and says hurtful things.

She just wishes that she could understand Shadow.

However, she wasn't in the position to think clearly right now. It was becoming a habit already, they act all friendly but then he says something and ruins everything.

And Amy just didn't have the time to deal with a lot of that.

She had excited G.U.N's building. Trying to contain the tears, her thoughts were interrupted as Rouge stopped her midtrack.

"Hey," Rouge placed her left hand on Amy's right shoulder. "Are you alright?"

"I am tired, Rouge... I am just really tired." Amy said.

"Look, I know Shadow can be complicated to deal with... but you have to understand... Shadow has been through a lot in his past relationship." Rouge added, "And him saying hurtful things is just a coping mechanism for him."

Amy looked down to the ground, and then at Rouge, "I just wish he could tell me..."

"Do you ... really want to know?"

Amy nodded, a bit ashamed, she wanted to wait for Shadow to tell her himself. But maybe, Rouge could bring her the conclusion she needed.

"Oh honey, Shadow-"

"WHERE IS MY BIKE?!" Shadow burst open G.U.N's main entrance door.

"Agent Shadow, please calm down-"

"HOW CAN I CALM DOWN WHEN SOMEONE STOLE MY BIKE!"

Shadow directed his anger at the rookie who was supposed to be in charge of taking care of G.U.N'S vehicles, clearly, he wasn't doing his job very well.

"What direction they went to?" Shadow said a bit more calm this time. Whoever took DR would pay for it, he was going to find his bike, no matter what.

"I- I don't know-"

Shadow sighed in frustration. He noticed Amy and Rouge once again and he walked immediately towards them, determination on his face.

"You are coming with me," Shadow said as he picked up Amy and put her on his shoulders.

Rouge let out a small giggle as she watched the two interact.

Amy was taken by surprise as the moment she knew, Shadow was already running; with her in his shoulders.

"I SAID PUT ME DOWN!"

Amy kicked, punched and screamed at Shadow. First, he talks bad to her and now he kidnaps her? Who does he think he is?

A stubborn, egocentric hedgehog, that's who he is!

"Wait, we are almost at the park! The person who stole the might be there and-"

"I DON'T CARE, JUST PUT ME DOWN!"

Shadow made it to the green part of the park. Trees covered the cement path and grass was next to it. He would have continued to keep running until he found the criminal, but with Amy moving on his shoulder it would have been impossible.

"I don't care about your stupid bike, I am going home!" Amy said as Shadow put her down.

"But I care!"

"You have a lot of bikes Shadow, just buy yourself another one." Amy walked away, angry enough at Shadow.

"I can't buy another one! It's the one you gave me, it's important to me-"

Shadow stopped himself. It was too soon to be this vulnerable with her.

Amy didn't care. She was confused. She really wanted to ask Shadow. She wanted to know, not because of gossip, because she would be able to understand him completely.

She just couldn't stay angry at him for long.

Because whatever it was that hurt Shadow so much ... shouldn't be talked about so lightly.

"You know ... I don't understand you." Amy said, "But I don't have to understand you to be your friend."

Amy sighed as she walked up to Shadow, "It will help if you opened up a little to me but... if you are not ready. Then it's fine."

"Just, please ... be considerate of me too ... You hurt my feelings sometimes." Amy gave Shadow a small smile, and a pat on his shoulder, teasing him. "Now, let's look for your bike-"

"I loved her and she cheated on me ... multiple times."

Shadow didn't know where that came from. A certain strength overcame him the moment Amy stood in front of him.

She was trying too hard to be close to him, to be a good friend ... and he just couldn't do anything but to try his best as well.

Amy was speechless, she looked down to the ground trying to formulate words.

"Do you ... Want to talk about it?"

"It's uncomfortable but ... I think it's ok ... As long as it's you listening."

Amy nodded, she grabbed Shadow by the hand and made him sit with her on a nearby bench.

He sighed heavily, his hands were in a strong grip, his sight was down even after all of this time. It still hurt him.

But Amy was ready to listen to his story.

"How you have seen the new agent?"

"Yes, she is super talented and cute!"

"I heard she graduated top of her class in G.U.N's academy."

Shadow kept hearing the same thing over and over again. A new agent. She was supposed the best one and even if Shadow didn't want to admit it, he was curious about who he was going to mentor next.

They were currently at G.U.N's main conference room, talking about the next big mission Team Dark was going to take part in.

The doors opened as the Commander came in, alongside a blonde, blue-eyed, female hedgehog.

"Good morning agents, before we start the meeting, I would like to introduce G.U.N's new agent." the Commander said.

"This is agent Maria."

Just like that, Shadow was captivated by the resemblance. A long time ago, he had said goodbye to his past. But now it seemed like his past was calling back to him. It was just a mere coincidence, but what a great one it was.

Maybe, it was time to move on. Really move on and start brand new.

Shadow decided to let his guard down a little around the new agent.

And he was happy to see that she wasn't indifferent to his actions.

He would do small things for her, like walking her home, send her flowers and give him his jacket when it was cold.

However, he would always ask back for it, even though his jacket would look better on her than on him.

Shadow didn't know anything about this, at letting people close to him in such an intimate manner.

He just gave without expecting anything back.

On their first date, everything went well.The night ended with Shadow receiving his first kiss.

And he couldn't be happier.

Shadow really thought he had a chance... a chance to experience love.

"I can't believe Shadow and Maria are dating!"

"I know I am so jealous!"

"I feel kind bad tho ... Shadow doesn't know that Maria... well she-"

Shadow couldn't care less about what people would say about Maria.He was happy with her, and that was the only thing that mattered.

A year passed, and Shadow was still leaving his best dream.

Now he was sharing a home with Maria. They lived together, eat together, go to work together and sleep together.

He felt like he was part of a family and that was all he ever wanted.

Maria was great as well. She would take care of him when he was wounded, make him his favorite food and she gave him her complete company.

And that was all Shadow asked for.

Shadow was completely sure that she was the one.The one he wanted to share the rest of his days with.

But those thoughts began to vanish the day Shadow saw Maria with someone else.

"How could you? Maria in our own home?! In our own bed?!" Shadow was infuriated, disappointed and heartbroken.

"I am really sorry! I am! I just don't know what took over me!" Maria was on her knees, tears on her eyes. "Please, just give me another chance! I beg you! I won't disappoint you!"

Shadow just loved her too much. Just way too much.

He was scared to lose the best thing that ever happened to him.

And he forgave her.

Over and over again.

Shadow was betrayed many times.

But he forgave all of them. Each and every single one of them because he really thought he could change her.

That their love could withstand anything.

But it was slowly breaking Shado apart.

It broke him every time Maria would come late at night and smell like someone else.

It broke him, that she stopped caring. That she had no shame as guys would drop her off even when Shadow was home.

But even so, Shadow still tried his best. Maybe if he showed that no one could love her as he does, she would stop hurting him.

"You are giving me your bike? BB?", Maria said excitedly as she grabbed the keys.

"Yes, it's my most precious possession... so please take care of it," Shadow said as he smiled at her. Happy that she was happy.

"Thanks, babe, and don't worry only you and I will ride this."

Now that he thinks about it, Shadow had never taken a ride bike with Maria together. Maybe one of these days he will ask her if she wants to ride BB with him.

Just him and her. Him riding the bike, while Maria holds him tightly behind him.

But that never happened.

Instead, it was someone else living the dream he so much wanted to become true.

Shadow had just come back from a mission. He was really injured and stayed in the hospital for a couple of weeks.

He waited anxiously for Maria to come and visit him ... but she never did.

"Shadow ... I think it's time I tell you." Rouge and Omega were alongside him in his hospital bed.

They both were well aware of the circumstance that the hedgehog was. They tried many times talking him out of the relationship.

But he wouldn't listen.

"Maria left ... She left G.U.N. and she left your home ... she took everything." Rouge said as she held his hand. "I am sorry."

"What about BB...what about my bike?" Shadow asked.

"She also took your bike," Omega responded.

That moment, Shadow swore to never let anyone get close to him.

It was his fault... His fault for believing that he was worthy of love... of happiness.

He just didn't want to be hurt anymore.

He didn't want to.

"I found BB later on a motorcycle resale ... it was rusty and almost unrepairable," Shadow said as he finished his story, leaving some parts of the story for a later time.

Now, it all made sense to Amy. Shadow's actions, his manners, his words.

Amy felt anger that she couldn't do anything about it. The anger of the misjudgment that she thought of him.

Shadow was trying so hard for her and she was just giving him a hard time by not understanding him.

But she was going to change that.

She looked at Shadow and got close to him. She didn't think much and hugged him. Like last time, she thought he was going to push her away, but that didn't happen

And to her surprise, he hugged her back.

He let himself lose, took a deep breath before continuing. There was something about the pink one ... something he couldn't just describe yet that made his heart warm. An unknown feeling of calmness and safeness that came whenever he was with her.

"I think I still love her..." Shadow said, "And I hate myself every day for it."

Amy had two new goals. The first one, to try and help Shadow overcome his past trauma and the second one...

To beat the hell out of Maria if Amy ever sees her. She just couldn't understand how someone could hurt Shadow. Yes, he had his bad side, he was grumpy, stubborn and sometimes overwhelming gloomy. However, he never meant bad, in the inside he was just hurt. He was scared of intimacy and tragically the scars that he was wouldn't heal completely.

The sound of an upcoming motorcycle going towards them caught their attention. Shadow recognized the sound of his bike and stood up the minute he heard it. Wanting to beat to pulp whoever dares to touch his bike without permission.

Their eyes averted towards the one riding the bike as the person stopped right in front of the couple. Amy thought it was going to Shadow the first one to jump on but instead Amy found herself doing that.

"So you are the one who stole the bike!" Amy said as she walked towards the girl. "Give it back or I'll make you."

"Seems like you got a new girl." The blonde hedgehog said as she came down of DR. "Haven't seen you in a while, Shadow."

Amy turned around to look at the black hedgehog, his hands shook softly, as he walked back two steps.

For the first time, Amy saw the horror in Shadow's eyes.

"Do you know her?"

Shadow's heartbeat began to increase, his hands began to sweat and he tried to find the words that left his mouth.

"Yes..." He responded, "That's Maria."

A/N:...... I got nothing to say.

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Kill the Lights // Chapter 3

Steve Harrington x Original Female Character

Summary: After Violet- formally 003, a telekinetic, electrokenetic, and clairvoyant 19 year old- loses her first family, her first love, nothing is the same. She finds herself taken in by Hopper and El, struggling to find her footing and meaning to keep fighting. The Party, especially Steve Harrington, try to show her where her strengths have been hiding all along, and that no one has to fight their battles alone. Sometimes you don’t need to be rescued, but someone’s love and support while you rescue yourself sure doesn’t hurt.

Word count: 3,892 (was over 6k but I found somewhere to make a break in there lol. Yikes.)

Content warnings: PTSD, depression, grieving/loss of a loved one, mentions of self harm & suicidal thoughts, cursing, angst

Author’s note: This chapter is much brighter than the previous one, I swear. There’s soft hearted wholesome fluff if you squint!! Had to split it because it got so damn long, but there’s just a lot to cover with Violet’s backstory. It’s finally leading up to where it needs to for her and certain people to grow certain bonds with one another. (I told y’all it’s a slow burn. Slow-ish? Kinda sorta slow burn. Whatever. It ain’t happening just yet.) Just saying. Anyway. Thank you to anyone who’s liked and/or reblogged so far!! Hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter 3: Stranger Than Earth

A few nights had passed since Violet’s attempt, and she still felt the heaviness weigh her heart down, but she was trying. She was putting more effort into her life, little by little.

Back at the Byers’ house that night, she put the most positive effort and energy into herself in months, slowly opening up to El and Steve about her past. At the lab, and with Amy. She talked about how Amy and her weren’t just friends, like they seemed to the world around them. How she fell in love for the very first time, and how she wished it wasn’t so negatively viewed by society to fall for someone the same as you.

“Why is that bad? Isn’t being in love always good?” El asked, still blissfully unaware of the unnecessary hate this world held for those they didn’t understand.

“I thought the same- and still do. Some people just judge out of fear of what they don’t know. Apparently it’s seen as something that makes you ‘sick’ or ‘bad’... it never felt that way to me, though. I always kind of knew I could like whoever, I just assumed it was normal for everyone to love whoever they fell for, regardless of gender.” Violet explained. “Guess that might be one of the only good things growing up in the lab gave us. We were shielded from learning unnecessary hate like that.”

El nodded in understanding. “That’s silly. It’s not like you’re hurting yourself or anyone around you by showing love to someone who loves you back.”

Violet agreed, smiling at El. “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders and a kind heart, kiddo. Don’t ever lose those.”

Steve opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but closed it, looking off like he was rethinking his sentence.

Violet curled up on the couch while watching him, pulling the blanket up closer over her body. It had a worn feel to it, like it had been on this couch and used as a sense of comfort by this family for years. Violet loved that. That comfort could be found in the simplest places. It was harder to find back at the lab. Practically nonexistent.

“So does...” He started off, still looking like he was choosing his next set of words carefully, “... does that mean you’re....”

He paused, and his eyes flicked up to Violet’s face, who was watching him with patience.

“That I’m... ?”

“Like y’know...... Uh....”

“Steve, what are you trying to ask here?” Violet asked with a soft giggle. “I appreciate the cautionary tone, but just spit it out.”

“So do you just like girls?” He asked, his question came out rushed and jumbled together.

“Okay, I thought that’s where you were going with that.” Violet laughed again, shaking her head. “I just..... kinda like people. If I like someone, I like ‘em for them. Amy said there was a name for that, that I’m ‘bisexual’, but I kinda never paid much mind to the label. I only really ever loved one person, anyway. Thought I’d be with her forever.”

Violet realized how sad the end of her response was, but it was true, even if a bit naive. She shook her head, almost trying to shake the thoughts from her mind.

“Does Hopper know?” He asked, this time in a more hushed tone. Violet rolled her eyes.

“He does, but he ignores it. Called Amy my friend when he told me the bad news. Still does.” Violet answered. She glanced over to El before she spoke again. “Don’t tell him I’m telling you all of this, he’d probably think I’m trying to brainwash his kid or some shit.”

El laughed, “Promise. He’s silly too if he’s going to act like a jerk about it anyway. I’m sorry, Vi.”

“It’s okay. I’m kinda used to it by now. Kinda surprised you guys aren’t freaked out too.”

“So... you’re different from us in one way,” Steve started. “Big deal. It’s cool you know who you are, and are honest with yourself. That’s a bigger deal. And you’re happy with that part of you, and you being happy is what should matter most to your friends and family.”

“Thank you.” Violet whispered, smiling softly towards him. He smiled back at her.

The front door kicked open, startling all three of them to look over and see the Party piling through the doorway. El threw her head into her hands, and Steve groaned, annoyed.

“You have powers?!” Mike yelled over at Violet. She began to shrink into herself, startled by the yelling.

The other three boys with him, Will, Dustin and Lucas, as El has shown Violet photos of them before, pushed past Mike to yell, “El has another sister?!” And “How long has she been living with you guys?!” Followed by “Can you throw me across the room with your mind?!”

A girl with fire red hair shoved through them all, stopping dead in her tracks when she saw Violet. “Holy shit. Another badass girl with powers? In Hawkins? No fucking way.”

“Language! Jesus, where you guys learn these words?” Hopper’s voice boomed through the house before he stomped back into the living room.

“Uh, adults like you, duh.” Dustin sassed back. Hopper glared, but knew the kid had a point.

An older boy walked through the doorway, looking exhausted and annoyed.

“Jonathan, I told you to keep the kids under control!” Joyce scolded the older boy. He sighed and shook his head.

“Sorry, Mom. They heard the code red over their walkies too, and wouldn’t shut up ‘till I brought them over.” He responded. Joyce sighed.

By this point, Violet was shaking, startled by all the sudden activity. Steve noticed and immediately stood from his spot on the couch next to her.

“Guys, seriously, give her some space, okay?” He started while walking over to the kids, gently shoving them towards the kitchen. They began to argue all at once, wanting to meet the new, mysterious member of the Hopper family, but Steve was growing frustrated with them. “Let’s go, shitheads! Crash course on manners, now!”

Violet felt her body relax, not realizing how much she was tensed up. Steve glanced back at her, his face cringed up. She could sense he felt bad while also wanted to make sure she was okay. Violet smiled softly, mouthing a “Thank you” to him.

“Well,” El started with a sheepish look, “that’s the Party. Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay, kiddo. I want to finally formally meet them, just... maybe not tonight. I’m so sleepy.”

“I bet you are. You really need a solid night’s sleep.” Hopper said, also looking exhausted. “We should head home, okay? We can come back for your bike tomorrow.”

Violet tiredly nodded, shrugging the blanket off as she stood. Goosebumps immediately grew upon her skin, and she shivered.

Joyce must have noticed, because she said, “Take the blanket with you, sweetheart. I don’t want you to be cold.”

“I have my jacket, it’s okay.” Violet responded, grabbing her jacket that was on the floor next to the couch. Joyce shook her head, picking up the blanket and handing it over to Violet.

“It’s okay. Maybe it’ll bring you some comfort while you try to sleep later.” She said, giving Violet a warm smile. It’s as if she knew Violet’s earlier thought of how something so simple could bring her so much comfort and feeling of ease. Violet was yet again impressed by Joyce’s motherly instincts.

“Thank you” she whispered, gently clutching it close to her body.

“El, go ahead and say goodnight to your friends. You can see them tomorrow.” Hopper said to El, and she nodded, starting off for the kitchen. Before she got much further, Violet gently grabbed her shoulder.

“Can... can you tell them I’m sorry? Tell them I’d like to meet them soon, I just need time.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper. El smiled at her.

“Violet, it’s okay. They’ll understand. They did for me, they will for you.” El said, and walked off before Violet could say anything more. A small but strong swell of hope washed through Violet’s heart.

“C’mon kid, let’s go to the car, she’ll be out soon.” Hopper said, walking Violet to the door. El followed shortly after they got in the car. Hopper started it up, looking over at Violet in the front seat before pulling away from the house.

She was wrapped up in the blanket, already falling asleep.

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Some time had passed, since the attempt, and Violet felt more comfortable leaving the room she shared with El. Slowly but surely, she felt like she could spend time watching TV with El in the living room, spend warm nights on the porch mindlessly chatting away with Hopper and El, or try helping Hopper make food for the three of them. Keyword, try. But trying was better than before. She might have been awful at making most things, but she was learning, and growing out of her shell little by little with each interaction with her found family.

Violet was good at one thing for sure, and that was planting and growing flowers. Even if she was just an ordinary girl without these psychic abilities, she most certainly had a green thumb.

Her abilities helped, though. She couldn’t lie about that.

Violet assumed it tied in with her healing abilities, though she never tried to bring anyone back to life. Just flowers and plants. If they got a little too much sun, or not enough water, whatever the case, she was able to breathe life back into them with ease. Flowers dying rarely happened under her watch, though.

When Violet first moved into the cabin, she noticed dried up, dead flowers sporadically planted among the front of the porch. Right away, she wanted to fix them. It’s something she did best. Something that made her feel so useful. But she had no energy during that time, no motivation in sight.

Now, with her new outlook on life growing slowly, she finally felt the energy to try it out. She wasn’t as confident; had been even longer before Amy passed where she brought flowers to life, seeing as she died in the bitter end of winter, transitioning to early spring.

“El, c’mere. I wanna show you something cool... well, if it works.” Violet said to El, bouncing down the porch steps and into the sun. El followed closely behind her.

It was mid-May. The sunshine was growing warmer each day. Most of the flowers and plants and trees had come back to life with the April showers, but some were struggling and left behind.

Violet crouched down by the side of the stairs, near some dandelions. Some were blooming bright, others were wilted in muted shades.

“Violet, those are weeds.” El said, confused.

“Your dad calls them that, but they’re just misunderstood flowers.” Violet said, glancing up at El who stood next to her. “They’re really important for the honeybees. And they’re misunderstood, too. They do a lot of good work for the world, helps us out with so much in the cycle of life.”

Violet knew she was rambling, but El still seemed fascinated in what she had to say anyway.

“So, why does my dad always complain about them?” She asked.

“I dunno... parents ... adults in general seem to really hate weeds. But most of them are just doing their part in the ecosystem anyway. It helps our surroundings survive, which helps us humans and animals survive too.” Violet rambled some more. “I’m gonna try to dig out my plant and flower books for you, if you’d like, of course! It might even help you when you start school.”

El’s smile grew wide, “I’d like that. There’s so much to learn.”

“There really is.” Violet smiled back at her, sitting cross legged on the ground. El mirrored her actions. “I try to learn as much as I can now that I’m free. You’ll have more opportunities since you’ll get to start school later this year. I saw your English books in your room, though. I’m really proud of you for the progress you’ve made in the short time I’ve lived with you guys.”

El beamed this time, causing Violet’s smile to grow so wide, her face hurt. What neither of them saw was Hopper, standing at the screen door, watching over his girls with pride and joy as they bonded. His smile was probably the biggest.

“Thank you, Violet. That all means a lot to me. The Party has been helping me too.” She said, still grinning.

“I bet. They seem like a great group of friends. You lucked out with them.” Violet responded. “Okay. Sorry. I got sidetracked. Lemme show ya what I wanted to earlier.”

Violet moved to her knees, leaning as low as she could to the ground and further towards the dying dandelions. She raised her hands around the flowers, almost cupping the bunch without touching them. A warm, soft glow grew from her hands and surrounded the flowers.

El’s eyes grew wide as she watched her sister in amazement.

Violet inhaled deeply, before gently exhaling her breath onto the flowers. The longer she exhaled, the more they slowly rose back to life. The stems no longer mushy and wobbly, the heads gained color back. It was watching death in reverse. El had never seen anything else like this.

“No way....” El whispered, eyes darting back and forth between the flower and Violet. The screen door opened, and the girls looked up at Hopper, who also had his jaw dropped, gazing at Violet’s work in awe.

“Holy shit, kid....” He breathed out. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

Violet stood to her feet, and brushed her hands free from dirt on her shorts. “It’s kinda with the healing thing, I guess. I dunno. Never knew I could do that until Amy and I were planting flowers, and repotting old ones... to be honest, there’s a lot I haven’t told you-”

“That’s incredible, what the fuck?!”

Violet, El, and Hopper spun around to see Steve walking up to them with eyes wide. None of them heard him pull up. The passenger and back doors slammed shut too, with the kids all walking up too. Violet tensed up a bit, but El noticed, and grabbed her hand. Violet glanced over at her, giving her a thankful smile.

“Sorry to kinda show up unannounced, the kids wanted to see El today ... and Vi, if she is okay with that... and maybe spend some time outside, since it’s so nice out.” Steve explained, giving an apologetic look to all three of them, but especially to Violet. He knew she was still wary about new people. Hell, she was still wary about him. But after the night Steve found her at the quarry with El’s help, she figured she can try to trust him.

And boy, how ridiculously easy that seemed to come for her. It was unexpected, but still a pleasantly surprising feeling.

Hopper opened his mouth to speak, probably to scold the kids for being so careless in pushing Violet out of her comfort zone again, when Violet spoke up first.

“It... it’s okay. I uh.... I wanted to show El what I can do with the flowers-“

“Well, they’re actually weeds-“ Hopper interrupted.

“Dad, no they’re not.” El interjected in his interruption, glaring up at him. Hopper’s face twisted into confusion, while Violet had to hold back her laughter.

“Anyway... It’s been awhile since I’ve actually done it, but I guess I still can. Uh, bring them back to life, I mean.” Violet finished. Steve’s jaw was still dropped in awe, and the kids were all looking at Violet with the widest eyes, filled with all the curiosity they could hold.

“Can you do it again?” Will asked, almost so quietly, Violet could have missed it if she wasn’t so focused in this moment. Violet’s smile slowly grew again, and she nodded. She waved her hand over to any of them that wanted to watch again, and surely enough, everyone crowded around her in a circle. El was still right next to Violet, but grabbed Will’s shoulders and gently pushed him to be closer, since he was the one who asked. Will crouched down next to Violet, the rest of the kids crowded by her side, while Hopper and Steve stood on the porch steps, and leaned over to watch.

“Ready?” She said, looking over at Will. His shyness came back full force, as he could only muster up a nod in response to her. She smiled gently before gazing back at the wilted dandelion. The warm, soft glow grew again from her hands, and she leaned closer to breathe onto the flower, just like the last time.

As it grew back to life, the kids all gasped and “oohs” and “aaahhss” echoed around her. Violet felt the warm joy in her heart, the one she felt when she made others smile or feel happy. It’s been so long since she felt that, until today. Now it was the second time just in one day. She was grateful to feel something other than pain and numbness like she had been non-stop.

“El, could you do that?” Dustin asked El, and she glanced down, shaking her head no.

“Maybe someday, though. That one came with practice for me.” Violet said after noticing her sister’s smile shift to a small frown. “I think all of us, whoever else was there at the lab, have different abilities. Like, El is able to move larger and heavier objects with her mind, things that I couldn’t even imagine to try moving myself. That’s pretty bitchin’.”

El smiled up at her sister again, thankful for her input. Though she knew her friend meant no harm by the original question.

“Did she tell you the time she levitated too?” Hopper joined in, also eager to talk his kid up. This time, Violet’s jaw dropped.

“No?!” She exclaimed. “El, you didn’t tell me about this at all! That’s so awesome!”

“The story with it is wild too.” Mike added.

“Yeah, our part was crazy too. Not as crazy as what Hopper and El were doing, but still insane.” Lucas joined in.

“You know about the upside down and stuff, right?” Max asked, seeing Violet’s confused and intrigued face. Violet nodded.

“Yeah... they made me go in at one point, it was terrible. But that’s another story. I thankfully don’t have much more experience past that.”

“Okay, what about the demogorgon and demodogs?” Dustin asked.

“Demogorgons, yeah. Fought one once. The fuck is a demodog, though?” Violet asked, even more confused now. Hopper shot her a warning glance, probably because she cursed. She didn’t get why he tried enforcing the no cussing thing, because he knew damn well nobody followed that rule.

“We might wanna get snacks for this one.” Mike said.

“Yeah, it’s a long story, if you wanna hear it.” El said.

“Yeah, of course kiddo. I got all the time in the world.” She responded, then looked at Steve. “Where were you in all of this?”

“Well I-“

“He got his ass kicked by my step-brother-“

“That’s only one part, why do you guys always talk about that first!” He said, sighing and throwing his head back. Violet giggled.

“Okay, okay, okay. Everyone grab a popsicle from the freezer and come back out here, and then y’all are gonna tell me the story from the very beginning.” Violet announced, grinning as the kids rushed into the cabin. She was feeling okay. This felt okay. More than that. She felt so at ease with them all.

As the kids all yelled about which flavors they claimed and Hopper tried fairly handing them out (a hilarious sight through the outside window, seeing a ton of small grabby hands surrounding a very large, grumpy dad.), Steve turned back to Violet, taking advantage of the peace between the two of them.

“You handled that really well. I’m sorry again we didn’t call to give you guys a heads up.” He said to her, leaning against the railing of the stairs, facing them. Violet leaned against it, her body facing the opposite way, as she moved closer to Steve. Their hands were close enough on the railing to feel heat radiating off one another, but not close enough to touch. Violet felt her face heat up, and she looked down, suddenly fascinated in the creaky step she balanced on.

“It’s okay. It might have been a good push, y’know?” She tried to reassure him, but she could sense he was still worried and mentally beating himself up over it. “I can’t stay stuck in this sadness forever. I don’t think I’m ever gonna fully get over what happened, but I know if I wasted this life, Amy would come back from the dead and kick my ass if she could.”

Steve laughed, looking down at Violet, who mustered up the courage to look back at him. Whenever their eyes locked, she felt her stomach flip, and would dart her eyes away again. This time, she tried her hardest to hold her eyes locked with his.

“Why do you worry so much?” Violet asked, regretting it as soon as it slipped. Steve’s face contorted in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“I just... ugh-“ Violet tried to find the words to explain, “I can sense it. Whenever we speak, you’re so worried you’re saying the wrong things. You weren’t always like that, right? Second guessing yourself. You had more confidence awhile ago.”

Steve stared off, his eyes from darting hers now. “Is this one of your abilities?” He asked, tone slightly defensive, avoiding what she said.

Violet sighed, “Listen. There’s a lot to me. A lot. Abilities, baggage, you name it. I’m not sure if you or any of the others are ready to hear it.”

Steve stepped onto the same step as Violet, faces dangerously close for comfort. He looked down at her before speaking up.

“Try me.”

Violet opened her mouth to argue when the screen door slammed open, kids filing out to sit on the porch.

“We brought you guys some popsicles!” El said, walking over to the older teens, handing them two sealed frozen treats. As she did, she noticed the tension, and shoved the pops further between the two, walking away as soon as they grabbed them, mumbling “thanks.”

“Alright, story time! Let’s go you two!” Dustin yelled, and Steve glanced down at Violet once more before stepping back and sitting on one of the steps. She followed.

“So, maybe we should start from the very beginning?” Will said.

“Yeah! When we found El looking for Will when he disappeared!” Lucas exclaimed.

Violet turned her body to the kids, shaking the tension off of what just happened between her and Steve, replacing it as best as she could with her full attention on them as Mike started retelling the events first.

As she listened to the Party’s grand retelling of the events with the Mind Flayer and demodogs, her mind still drifted off. She couldn’t help wonder what Steve meant, and it sat in the back of her mind the rest of the afternoon.

#kill the lights #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x oc #stranger things fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x ofc #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington x you

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lemonz-and-limez · 5 years

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can you do a really fluffy fic after their Nobel awarding ceremony? Like they do walk around Sweden and stuff... btw I miss them so bad I need more fics

A/N: It has been a minute… but I’m back! I went on a trip a few weeks ago then I got back and my health decided it wanted to play tricks on me. But I’m recovered (?) and working on my WIPs and prompts once more.

As far as one shots go, this is a long one, little more than 4500 words. I am really excited about this one and hope you guys like it. I did add some angst in the beginning (because I can’t help myself) but other than that it’s pretty fluffy in my opinion. Enjoy!

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When Sheldon was quiet, it was because he was thinking about something or he was upset and needed to process. Often it was both, and Amy could tell that it was. His leg was bouncing furiously against her own. His eyes were firmly fixed on the table in front of him. His eyebrows were drawn into a tight knot, deep creases running in his forehead. His upper teeth were alternating between biting the left and right side of his lower lip. While their friends conversed around them, Amy kept her eyes focused on her husband.

He’d been quiet since the ceremony ended and though the first course of their meal. Now, as they waited on the main dish, Amy felt it necessary to cut through whatever thoughts plagued Sheldon’s mind.

She gently rested her hand on his thumping knee, her touch causing the movement to cease immediately. “Hey, you doing ok?” She asked, low enough for him to hear her, but not loud enough to disrupt the conversation at their table.

Their eyes met in a wordless gaze. His eyes told her, ‘no, nothing is ok.’ But his words said, “Yes, everything is fine.” He gave her a tight-lipped smile and rested his hand over hers, his fingers intertwining with her own.

Before Amy could say something, the waiter brought the main course and lulled the conversation between their friends. While they ate, Amy joined in on whatever topic their friends were discussing, but kept a close eye on Sheldon. Sheldon, who only responded when spoken to.

On some level, Amy was annoyed with him; however, she couldn’t stop thinking about the day and what it meant to him. He had been waiting for that day his entire life when he would finally have that gold medal hanging from his neck. A sign that he changed the world. However, his whole life, he thought that the recognition would only belong to him. That he would need, nor have to acknowledge that anyone else helped him along the way. So, when he started pushing away the people who stood by him, he was shocked when they willingly let themselves be pushed. He thought it belonged to him and him only. But no, it belonged to their friends as well. Amy recognized that long before Sheldon did. Sheldon thought it was their honor to watch him receive the Nobel. That was far from the truth. In reality, it should have been Sheldon who was honored to have them there. And they were tired of him not being able to see it.

And perhaps Amy had been too harsh with her words. Maybe she could have said it gentler while remaining firm. However, her frustration with him had reached its boiling point, and, honey, the pot was full. Unfortunately, her approach was the only way to make him understand how much he had hurt their friends. Were her hurtful? Yes. But were they untrue? No. Sheldon’s naivety about social cues and other people’s feelings had improved much over the years. However, he was still ungraceful, and for the most part, had a difficult time understanding others, including her. People tolerated him because they knew that he didn’t know any better. As much as she hated to admit it, she was guilty of it at times too. No matter how imperfect he was, there were things he did that pissed her off to no extent. But she loved him enough to tolerate those actions.

When she spoke those words to him, she had not intended for them to hurt him. That would be like returning an eye for an eye, something Amy never really believed in. Her intent with yelling at him was to help him see that he did play some part in why their friends were abandoning them. And while her outburst seemed to accomplish that, it also struck a nerve in Sheldon that was causing him immense discomfort. For which part, she did not know.

She needed to talk to him; figure out which part exactly he was upset about.

As the table finished up the main course, she glanced around to make sure nobody was looking. Confident that no one was paying them any mind, she reached for his hand and pulled him with her away from the table. With him following her in tow, she briskly navigated the twists and turns of the banquet in City Hall. The couple’s abrupt exit caught the attention of a few other guests, but as a whole, their departure was mostly ignored.

She pulled him into a more secluded area of the building. Past the bathrooms down the hall next to a utility closet. She stopped next to the door and looked around to make sure nobody had followed them.

“Are you ok?” She asked once confirmed their solitude. “You’ve been quiet all evening.”

Amy watched the gears turn in her husband’s brain. He wouldn’t make eye contact with her, something he only did when something was troubling him. He focused keenly on something behind her, just past her head. His eyes shifted in their sockets, panicking, looking for an answer he didn’t honestly know the answer to. He went with a safe response and mumbled, “I don’t know.”

She sighed at his response. Neither confirming nor denying. “Was it something that Leonard said? That I said?” She pried, mentally slapping herself for the stupidity of her questioning.

He tightly shook his head, but she didn’t believe him. She could see the way his hand trembled as his fingers traced the Nobel hanging from his neck.

Right as she was about to pry once more, he interrupted her with a question that nearly shattered her heart. “Do you only tolerate me?”

There were only a couple feet between them, but Amy rushed to close the gap. “No, sweetheart, no!” she assured him, taking his face in her hands. “There are things you do that annoy me, sure, but I love you enough to look past those things.”

“But there are things that you only tolerate?”

She nodded. “Of course, with any person, you love, there are things you simply must tolerate, but you do it because you love them.” Amy reached down and took his hands in hers, running her thumb over his knuckles.

“Our friends?” He questioned, keeping his head low. “Do you think they only ever tolerate me? Am I that unbearable?”

“No!” She exclaimed softly, tightening her grip on his hands. “Why do you think they stayed, Sheldon? Sure you were an ass earlier,” she gave him a soft smile to let him know she was only joking. “But they stayed because they love you.”

Sheldon still didn’t look convinced. She hated this look on him. No matter how arrogant he could be at times, he had insecurities that ran deep; things that could be brought up in just a few words. He had never let any of their friends see his diffidence, only her, and she’d heard enough about what he’s thinking to know how to fix the situation.

“I don’t like the way you tap your fingers together when you’re irritated,” she blurted out.

Sheldon’s face contorted in confusion. “Amy, what?”

“Or the way you don’t always take my interests seriously. I hate that.” She paused. “But I love the way you always kiss my forehead in the morning. I love that you always let me use the bathroom first when we wake up, even though I know you rather would.”

“Amy, what are you doing?”

“I like that you’ll give me a foot massage if I’ve had a long day. I like that sometimes you want to be the little spoon. I like that you insist on holding my hand after we make love.” After every compliment, Amy took a step closer to him, sliding her hands up his shoulders. “Sheldon, sweetheart, the list of tiny things you do for me is astronomical. All those little things blot out the smaller annoyances. Do you understand?”

Sheldon nodded.

“Good,” she nearly whispered, running her hands down his chest, smoothing out the wrinkles in his coat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you earlier…” she apologized, her voice trailing off.

Sheldon took a step back from her. “I’m sorry too. If I hadn’t been acting like a child in the first place, you wouldn’t have had to yell at me.”

Amy gave him a gentle smile, mirroring the one she gave him when they got married. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, but I think if we don’t go back out soon, our friends will send out a search party,” Sheldon joked, moving out of their small nook; however, he could see a glint spark in his wife’s eyes. Vixen.

She moved her fingers to trace the golden medal, still hanging from his neck. “Let them search,” she said in a low voice, grabbing the cords of the Nobel and pulling him to her. Her lips immediately sought his, and they attached as if the other was oxygen. Amy’s hands found the hair at the base of his neck and tangled her fingers into it. She felt his lips vibrate with the soft moan he let out.

Together their mouths danced in fiery pleasure, and much to Amy’s surprise, Sheldon was going along with it. Less than fifty feet away was a dining hall that occupied the King of Sweden, plus his family, and some of the most respected people in the world. All were wearing the same gold medal with a purple cord that she tightly held onto while she let her husband drown her with kisses.

Suddenly, Sheldon backed her further into their tiny niche and pinned her against the door of the utility closet. It wasn’t forceful, but it was rough enough for Amy to tear away from the kiss immediately. “Wait,” she said in a breathy voice. Sheldon looked wordily down at her, also trying to catch his breath.

“I’m ok,” she assured him. “You just caught me off guard, that’s all.” She gripped at her stomach to try and calm it down along with her animated breathing.

After a few moments, she was able to steady her breathing. However, her hand remained clutched to her stomach, and for a brief moment, she hoped Sheldon couldn’t see the panic behind her eyes.

But he did.

“You ok now?” He asked softly, his pale blue eyes searching for an answer.

“Of course,” she replied.

The two stayed quiet for a moment, not quite sure what to say to each other. “Umm, maybe we should…” Amy stammered. “Maybe we should head back.”

What Sheldon said next shocked her. “To our hotel room, yeah.” Amy’s eyes widened at him almost comically to which he chuckled. Slowly he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for a one on one celebration. What about you, my dear?”

All she could do was shudder against his breath.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” He asked as he pulled away and slowly began to back out of their little nook.

“Oh, most defiantly,” she muttered, gleefully following him as they stealthily moved back into the dining hall.

Thankfully, the main entrance of the building was not far from where the restrooms were located. All they needed to do was exit the hall leading to the bathrooms and make a right, which would land them almost immediately in the coatroom. However, there were at least twenty feet between the two open doorways, and there were many tables lined up in the short distance. Amy hoped that if they were quick and quiet enough that nobody would pay mind to their early departure.

As the two of them walked carefully along the wall, side by side, they managed to not catch anybody’s attention.

“Dr. Cooper, Dr. Fowler!” Someone exclaimed in a heavy Russian accent right as they made it to the front of the main lobby.

Amy turned her head to see another laureate coming at them with open arms. She immediately recognized him. Dr. Sokolov. A Russian scientist who won his Nobel in chemistry. Sheldon had told her about him, and surprisingly, he was one of the few people who Sheldon didn’t talk down.

Amy wasn’t intimidated as the older scientist shuffled toward them. He was at least twice Sheldon’s age, but that didn’t stop the glee from spreading across his face as he came to a stop in front of them.

“Dr. Fowler, Dr. Cooper, it is so nice to meet you!” Dr. Sokolov rejoiced as he enveloped her in a hug. When he moved to shake Sheldon’s hand, her husband accepted gracefully. However, after the Russian doctor turned back to her, she could see him stealthily grab the bottle of Purel hidden in his inner coat pocket.

“After I read your work on Super Asymmetry, I just knew you two would win it,” he chuckled, looking like a five-year-old in a candy shop. “I would love to discuss your discovery, if you have time, of course.”

Just as Amy was about to interject, Sheldon spoke up for her. “I’m sorry, Dr. Sokolov, but we’re just heading out.” The older man’s shoulder sunk defeatedly. “But, we would love to discuss it with you tomorrow at the Palace.”

“It’s a date, Dr. Cooper,” Dr, Sokolov joked making Sheldon, surprisingly, chuckle as well. “You two have a great night.”

And with that the Dr. departed from them, missing Sheldon’s mumbled reply. “Oh, we’re going to have a fantastic night.”

They returned to their hotel room fully adorned with heavy winter coats and their Nobles. As exciting as the evening was for them, they couldn’t be happier to be back in their suite.

Sheldon helped his wife out of her coat before he shrugged off his own. He neatly folded the articles of clothing over the couch back; careful not to wrinkle them.

Amy gulped as he turned back to her, his eyes full of longing, full of love. It was a look she had seen on him before. The night they first slept together. Their engagement. Their wedding day. His eyes, on every occasion, held such power over her, they never failed to make her weak in the knees.

His hand cupped her cheek when he came closer to her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood to attention immediately, something that did not go unnoticed by him. As he moved his hand down, his fingers gently caressed the tender skin of her neck. His thumb pressed gently against the hollow between her neck and clavicle, a place Sheldon knew would make her body shudder. It did, but he did not back down. He tickled the feathered sleeves of her dress before traveling down her arm. His light, barely there, touches were so affectionate, so pure, that Amy had to close her eyes from the emotion behind it.

He finally landed on the small of her back and pulled her body flush with his. Their medals clinking together at the contact. Using his free hand, he intertwined the fingers of his left with her right. It was so intimate, Amy almost forgot that they were in the same position they danced their first song together.

Sheldon knew this as well; he’d planned it that way. Before either could say a word, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and pressed play on the song that he queued up in the limo. Haphazardly dropping his phone onto the couch, he took her hand once more.

They hadn’t stayed long enough to enjoy slow dancing at the banquet, something Sheldon knew that Amy wanted to do with him. So, it warmed her heart when Sheldon began to sway with the music. Even though she would have enjoyed the banquet dance, there was something about this that made it all the more personal. Sophisticated. Intimate.

The way that Sheldon moved so perfectly with the tempo, gracefully guiding her through the steps, taking the lead. How he let her prop her head under his chin and how he buried his nose in her hair.

They worked together like a well-oiled machine, not once slipping up or stepping on each other’s toes, a contrast to how it had been at their wedding. Amy listened to her husband’s heartbeat against his chest, laughing internally as it seemed to sync with the beat of the music. Sheldon took in his wife’s aroma, bathing in the cherry scent of her shampoo.

They stayed like in one position for the entirety of the song. Too wrapped up in each other to break the embrace. And even as the song drew to its conclusion, they continued to rock in their embrace, not daring to break the connection they had formed together.

Sheldon did end up breaking the silence with and “I love you” mumbled softly into her hair.

Reluctantly, Amy pulled her head away from his chest, immediately missing its warmth as she did so. Yet, the tenderness she saw in his eyes quickly replaced the lack of literal body heat. “I love you more,” she teased, flashing him a small smile.

Sheldon shook his head no, but his mirrored smile gave it away. “That’s not possible,” he said, softly, as he leaned down to kiss her.

Unlike their kiss from earlier in their corner, this one was gentle and soft. Their lips moved together as though they’d done so their whole life. He brought a hand to gently cradle her face; a loving gesture that made her give a soft mewl in appreciation. And, oh, how he loved the small noises from her. His body reacted immediately. Trying to pull her even closer to him; squeezing her, making breathing a task.

She hated doing it, but she had to pull away, he was holding her too tight.

“Sorry,” she apologized almost immediately. “I couldn’t breathe.”

He nodded his head. “I understand,” he said, but then paused. “Would you like to move this elsewhere?” He asked, not crudely, but rather in the quiet way he always asked for consent.

She wanted to, a lot, but there was something she needed to do first. She wanted to do it before the ceremony, however, after the whole debacle, she decided to wait, for a moment tender as the one before her.

“Hold on,” she said, pushing away from him. Moving toward a bag that she had hidden in the corner of the room. She left him rooted in the same place, confused as she began to rummage through the bag’s contents before finding what she was looking for.

“There’s something I wanted to give you first,” she explained as she handed him a neatly wrapped box.

The simple gold and black wrapping paper elegantly hugged the curves of whatever it contained that Sheldon was almost apprehensive about opening it. When he looked up to meet Amy’s gaze, she nodded, encouraging him.

As the paper was peeled away, he felt a velvet material beneath his fingers. It appeared to be a jewelry box.

“What is this?” Sheldon asked, tugging at the latch to the box.

It was a rhetorical question, Amy knew that. And it was worth a wordless answer when Sheldon opened it to peer at its contents.

A gold-encrusted pocket watch, another one to add to his collection. She had the engraving on the outside plate specially designed for something that she knew would tailor perfectly to Sheldon. The structure of an Atom. Crafted perfectly and precisely, 100% scientifically accurate, she made sure of it. However, the real surprise was the engraving on the inside, something he hadn’t gotten to yet.

“Amy, it’s beautiful,” he gushed, his fingers running over the Atom.

“I know, open it.”

When he did, a tiny folded up piece of paper fell out. However, when he moved to read it, she stopped him. “Read the engraving first.”

“They will be the perfect arrangement of atoms”

He had already begun unfolding the small piece of paper as he read the quote, and for the briefest moment, he was confused as to what Amy meant by the engraving. Until he glanced down at the tiny 4x3, black and white sonogram in his hand.

He drew a breath in through his nose. “You’re… you’re pregnant?” He asked shakily, his voice catching in his throat.

She nodded, but he remained silent, staring down at the watch and sonogram in his hand. He could feel his emotions at the surface, ready to break through the wall that Sheldon had kept up most of the evening. They’d made a baby. Amy was going to have his child. Their child.

His finger traced the outline of the bean-shaped object. The object he knew was a little bundle of cells that contained their combined DNA. That would grow into a human being with its own traits, abilities, and emotions. A human that only came to existence because of the bond, the love, he shared with his wife.

“You’re pregnant,” he said again, making a statement rather than a question.

“Yes,” she beamed, moving forward to wrap her arms around his waist. He still held the sonogram in his hand, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the first picture taken of his child. Their child.

It was several moments before he uttered: “Thank you.”

She looked up at him, confused. “For what? You played a part in this too, you know,” Amy said, giving him a playful smirk.

He pulled away from her, his free hand coming to rest on her hip. “No, not for the baby.” He thought for a moment. “Well, a little the baby, but rather for everything. For telling me what I needed to hear, for sticking by me even though I can be irritating, for loving me enough to tolerate the bad stuff.”

Call it pregnancy hormones or the raging emotions behind what could be construed as one of the greatest days of their lives, Amy couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in her eyes. She knew that he meant every word of his confession, and she also knew that there was much more behind it. However, she wasn’t going to push her husband for more, she knew he had a rough day. All she wanted to do was hold Sheldon close and relish in their victory.

Cupping her hands on his cheeks, she brought his head down for a chaste, but tender, kiss to his lips. “I don’t want to do anything more tonight, Sheldon, all I want is for you to hold me.”

“That sounds wonderful,” he said, squeezing her hipbone. “Why don’t you and our little progeny go get ready for bed. I’ll be in there in a few minutes.”

Their bedtime routine at home usually gave Sheldon the first right to the bathroom, so, she was grateful that he let his usual habit go for the day. She smiled up and him and darted to the bathroom before he could change his mind.

The bathroom in their suite was considerably larger than the one back home. It was large enough for the shower and bath to be separate from each other, with the shower itself almost its own room. Instead of one sink, there were two, one on either side when one walked in the door. The toilet granted its own stall with a door and everything.

After their week in Sweden, it was going to be difficult to readjust to their tiny apartment once again.

As Amy moved to the hooks where she left her garment bag from earlier, she tried and failed to unzip the back of her dress. Admittedly, she did have Sheldon zip it up earlier, however, after many years of wearing zippered skirts, one would think she could manage a dress.

“Sheldon!” She beckoned, still trying to unzip it herself.

“Yeah?”

“Can you come here?”

He burst through the door less than ten seconds later. “What’s wrong?” He asked, trying desperately to act as though he was not panicked.

“Nothing, I just need you to unzip my dress for me,” she explained, dropping her arms helplessly at her side.

He deflated with relief. “Oh, ok,” he said, his arms already outstretched as he moved towards her. She held her hands against her chest to keep the dress from falling off as he freed her from the garment. The zipper moved fast a gracefully down her back, she expected nothing less from a down that cost them nearly as much as it did.

“There you go,” he whispered as he trailed the zipper to the end of its line.

She turned back towards him, awkwardly. “Thank you.”

As he turned to leave, she called his name once more. “There’s plenty of room in here for both of us, just stay and get ready for bed with me,” she requested, slipping out of her dress and into the hotel supplied robe.

He complied with her wish and begun to change out of his tuxedo. With his outfit having many more components than hers, by the time he had also changed into a robe, she was nearly done wiping the last of her makeup away. As the maneuver together through their usual, but at the same time unusual, bedtime routine, not a word is spoken between them. Every so often, one will catch the other smiling at them through the mirror on opposite sides of the room. And every time the one who gets caught will blush and turn away while the recipient of their gaze smiles warmly at the affection.

It takes a mere ten minutes before they are both dressed in their pajamas and pulling back the covers to the massive king-sized bed. As though it was habitual, both of them immediately migrated to the middle of the sheets, basking in each other’s warmth.

“Well,” she said, questioningly once they got situated. “You want to be the little spoon?”

He chuckled and turned on his side, facing her. “I think I’d like to take on the role of big spoon tonight.”

They both moved to kiss each other, as they did every night before she turned away from him. She leaned back against him as his torso came in contact with her back. Her emotions got the better of her when his hand immediately came to rest over her stomach, tracing the very spot he knew their baby was growing.

“I can’t believe there’s a baby in there,” he mused with wonder and amazement, tracing the number 143 over and over again.

“I know,” she said. “I love them too.”

No other words were spoken that night, they didn’t need any. Their actions spoke louder than their words. Every so often, Sheldon would place the softest of kisses on her shoulder before he nuzzled her hair. She kept her hand firmly grasped over his, the one resting on her stomach.

When sleep finally came, he was too tired and too relaxed to fight it. The patterns traced on her stomach came to a slow stop. His head fell back against his own pillow, and his breathing steadied into his slumber. However, his hand remained stationary over their baby, a gesture she appreciated even more as she realized he had succumbed to the peacefulness of sleep.

She stayed awake for a few more moments, tracing the surface of his wedding band, the sharp ridges of his knuckles, and the blood vessels in the back of his hand. Every once in a while, he would twitch in his sleep and involuntarily grasp her hand. After the third time, she firmly took hold of his hand, letting her heavy lids finally slide close as well. But before she too fell into unconsciousness, she traced what Sheldon had told the baby earlier.

143… I love you.

A/N: Hope that wasn’t too bad… Thank you so much for reading 😊

#shamy fanfic #shamy

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belle-greene · 4 years

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S1.E2

Sat with a pile of mushrooms in front of them, I watched as Lori and Amy mindlessly sorted through various kinds they had collected over the day, a look of mild confusion on Amy's face as she inspected one, "How can you tell if they're poison?" She wondered aloud.

I saw Lori shrug with a slight smile on her face, "There's only one sure way I know of."

I couldn't stop the chuckle coming out of my mouth, my eyes catching Lori's at her insinuation, knowing full well we were screwed. None of us had any idea which mushrooms you could eat, which were poison and which ones were going to make you see dead people walking.

Oh wait, you didn't need drugs for that one.

But Amy clearly didn't understand the joke, and instead just flickered her eyes up to Lori's in question, "Wait until Shane gets back?"

Amusement covered Lori's features and I'd bet my life that it had on mine too, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. Instead of explaining, Lori simply nodded with an attempt at a serious face, "Yeah, you've got it. Thank you." As soon as I saw her push herself onto her feet, I took a few steps towards them with folded arms, but she only arched her brow at me, "You know, you don't have to come with me."

Shaking my head adamantly, I spoke, "And you know I'm not letting you go out there alone."

Lori had quickly become a motherly figure to me, I mean, she always had been considering my mom was never in the picture and how close her husband was to my dad, but since she outbreak our connection had really grown. Carl was my brother, I don't care what any DNA test said, he was exactly that. And I promised Rick that I'd protect him as he was, because he was.

"Alright," she tutted, dusting off her palms as she turned to look up at Dale, raising her voice slightly, "Dale, we're heading out." She turned back down to Carl, placing a protective hand on the top of his head, "Sweetheart, I want you to stay where Dale can see you, okay?"

Carl, already knowing what was coming, simply nodded, his tone flat, "Yes mom."

I quickly pointed an accusing figure towards him with a mischievous smile, "And no kissing Sophia, we can't have her running off because of you."

Pulling a disgusted face, Carl's cheeks burnt bright red as he ran away from his laughing mother, a sound that we didn't get enough these days.

Dale stood slightly, resting his binoculars to the side as he glanced down at the two of us, "You too. Don't wander too far. Stay within shouting distance. And if you see anything, holler. I'll come running." He promised.

With a teasing eye roll, Lori nodded, "Yes, mom."

Chuckling at the two, I gave Dale an acknowledging nod before Lori and I made our way into the surrounding woods. "I love old men," I laughed out slightly, loving Dale's constant, accidental, wholehearted humour. He was so precious.

"Don't tell your dad, he'll freak out," Lori pulled her own repulsed face, the similarities to Carl uncanny.

"Ew, gross, not like that," I automatically defended, feeling bile raise in my throat. It only earned a loud laugh from Lori.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed my dad sneaking up behind Lori, his finger to his lip in attempt to shush me.

This'll be funny.

Pretending not to notice, I continued walking by Lori's side, deeper into the woods when suddenly my dad's hand came around Lori's mouth, pulling her tightly against his front. She muffled out, fear evident in her eyes as they widen but my dad was soon to shush her, his grin large.

As soon as he let go, I let out my laughter as Lori instantly spun around to slam her hands against his chest, "You scared the hell out of me."

Knowing their time in the woods was the only time they would openly show their affection to each other, I was quick to put my hands up in fake surrender as I back away, "I'll leave you two to do whatever old people do."

Just as I turned back to camp, my dad playfully threw his arm over Lori, hearing him call out as I walked away, "It's just the birds and the bees, darling."

"Not listening," I hollered back, shaking my head as I continued my way out the woods.

I know anyone who knew them would instantly look down on their kind of but not really relationship. Sleeping with your best friends' wife is morally wrong by anyone's standards, but I always knew my dad had some type of feelings for Lori. She was the mother and wife he never had; seeing how she was bringing up Carl, imagining how it would've been different if she brought me up too.

I think my dad did fine on his own, but I'm probably biased. I am talking about myself, after all. But I'm polite, I respect my elders, I don't curse despite his foul mouth and I did everything to protect the ones I loved. I'd say that was pretty well raised.

But the grass is greener and that, my dad would always think what if.

He'd never acted on his emotion, hell, if the world hadn't gone to what it is, I doubt he ever would've. But after he risked our lives to save Lori and Carl's, there was no denying what he felt for her, and it seemed to be reciprocated, at least a little bit.

I did feel guilty, but Rick's gone, and my dad's more than willing to protect them like they are his own family, like they mean just as much to him as I do. They probably did, sometimes it felt like more.

I didn't mind. I love both Lori and Carl and if they were to become my real family, I have no issues with that.

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Later that same day, while my dad was off making knots or something ridiculous with Carl, I noticed Amy pacing the ground slightly, a sickly worried expression on her face, "It's late. They should've been back by now."

Dale just merely peered over his shoulder, "Worrying won't make it better," he explained, but it didn't seem to calm her nerves.

I stepped forwards hastily, trying my best to give her a supportive smile but I knew it would've come out as a grimace, "Andrea's strong, she'll be back." Comforting people was something my dad didn't find easy, in fact, he was terrible at it if it didn't involve sleeping with them. I guess I inherited half of that, the bad at comforting part, not the sleeping with them half. I don't think that would work on Amy.

Before she could reply, static sounded from the radio near Dale, the faint voice of an alive, but panicked T-Dog ringing through. I couldn't make out what he was saying exactly, and apparently Dale didn't since he replied with, "Hello?" Nothing. "Hello?" Nothing. "Receptions bad on this end." Again, nothing. "Repeat." Silence. "Repeat."

After a moment, his voice rang through again, "Shane, is that you?"

Lori came striding over, a concerned look on her face as she looked at Dale, "Is that them?"

"We're in some deep shit," he spoke through the radio, "We're trapped in the department store."

"He said they're trapped?" Apprehensive looks appeared on everyone's face, not having any idea what to do, or how to even do it. Some more words came through the radio, but the static was too overpowering, making it almost impossible to make out.

"He said the department store," Lori confirmed, to gain an agreeing nod from Dale.

"I heard it too."

Lori turned towards my dad, a questioning look, "Shane?"

This was common, asking my dad for directions, since he was a cop and clearly strong-willed, though they didn't always agree with his actions. It was hard being the person everyone relied on, especially when you didn't have a clue what you were doing, being thrown into a completely new situation. I honestly felt bad for him sometimes.

"No way. We do not go after them. We do not risk the rest of the group. Ya'll know that." He shook his head firmly.

But that didn't mean I had to agree with him either.

"So we're just going to leave them there?" Amy cried out, disbelief in her tone but I'm not sure why, those had been the rules since the beginning. You don't risk the whole group.

But my dad only shook his head, his inability to comfort coming through yet again, "Look, Amy, I know that this is not easy..."

Before he could finish, anger shot through Amy's eyes, "She volunteered to go to help the rest of us." She defended.

"I know, and she knew the risks, right?" He tilted his head, already knowing the answer, "See, ifs she's trapped, she's gone." He shrugged, like it was nothing and I could feel the anger building inside me, an emotion I tended to express too easily, again, something I probably inherited from him. "So we just have to deal with that. There's nothing we can do."

But Amy just seethed, pure hatred on her face as she flared her nostril at my dad, "She's my sister, you son of a bitch." Before storming off somewhere in the distance, probably towards the RV. Lori sent my dad an annoyed look before quickly following after the distraught Amy.

Turning towards my dad with my arms crossed, I tried my hardest not to snap and instead just raised my brows in obvious disbelief, "Really?"

He just tilted his head, something that annoyed the hell out of me, knowing it was his way of questioning why I'm questioning him, "Those are the rules."

"What if I was me trapped?" I was quick to counter, tilting my own head, imitating him just to get under his nerves, "Or Lori, or Carl?"

He just firmly shook his head, "That's different." He tried to explain, but I wasn't having any of it.

"How?" My voice raised slightly. "Because we're your family? Well those people trapped are these people's family."

He just glared down for a moment, clearly trying to control his own anger bubbling in him, "It's different because none of you would be in that situation in the first place."

Then he just shoved past, barging his way in a direction I didn't even know, or care. So, to get the final word, I just yelled out to him, "You're such an ass." Before making my own way over to Lori and Amy, wanting to try my best and comfort the girl. Even if I'm not good at it, the effort counts, right?

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