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Okay but reblog this and tag your favorite The Amazing Devil song and your zodiac sign
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No Matter How Sweet and Nice
A fight with Eggman leaves Sonic and the others thinking Tails is dead. However, that's not exactly the case as they find out 6 months later when Tails is still alive...but working for Eggman. And worse, he didn't know who they were, believing them to be intruders, leading to a fight between robots and animals, which leads to Tails being knocked out and kidnapped, taken to what was once his home. It started with just constant eyes on him and constant coddling by strangers telling him they're his "friends". When he tried to leave and became much more violent in hurting them to free himself, he found himself in even more watchful eyes and needles that force him to sleep when he becomes too harmful, becoming a prisoner to them in his eyes no matter how much they try to deny it.
(basically an angsty Tails fanfiction because I can't get enough of these)
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He hated it here.
There was nothing more horrible than a place like this, Tails was sure. They keep constantly following him, watching him, making sure he wasn't trying to leave. They said it was to make sure they knew where everyone was in case of emergencies, or because he "looked lonely and needed a pal", or because of another lie they thought of on the spot; he knew better though. It was annoying, and frustrating because he was aching to leave. But every time he was caught and the escapes he recently did was now blocked off. Trying to leave through the vents, doors, and windows, they make sure someone was with them at all times, a constant guard to make sure that he stays within the walls or to notify them if their prisoner escaped. Tricking them into leaving him alone caused everyone to now not let him be alone no matter what he did or said.
Yes, He was referring to himself as a prisoner. Because that's exactly what he was here. Being constantly monitored, never allowed to move out of the area, and not being allowed to go back home. His true home. Not this fake one they insisted was. If it was he wouldn't have had to be brought here, he wouldn't feel like this in the first place, and they certainly wouldn't mind if he was left alone for five goddamn minutes! No this was a prison, not a home. It might be their home, but not his, never his.
He wanted to go back home. Sure, it wasn't stable, at all, but at least there he wasn't constantly coddled and watched over like a baby. At least there he was respected and left alone to do his own thing. Here he found none of that. Here, he was constantly monitored and made sure not to go out of line, his accusations were ignored and denied; being told the complete opposite of what he knew. They showed him pictures, that could be photoshopped (it was easy to do), told him stories (lies), and tried to get him to remember the things he "used" to do. It never worked, mainly because to him it never happened. He never understood the emotions that formed on their faces, ones of sorrow and anger, or the utter heartbreak in their eyes.
He knew about some of them, and those were the ones who monitored him the most. There was a pink hedgehog named Amy, very kind and understanding, however, she coddled him the most, and acted as if he didn't know some things. It didn't come off that way at first, but over time he began to realize she thought that way when she constantly assured him simple things; snow, food, and other things he KNEW were harmless weren't going to hurt him. It came off as a tiny bit reassuring, but now it was just annoying. He didn't like that, while he wasn't rude or cruel to her, they weren't friends as she insisted.
There was another one, Knuckles, a red echidna, the "last one of his kind". He could see it being true, he hadn't ever seen any other echidna anywhere. With the lies he's been told, he doesn't know what to believe about them. He felt intimidated by the echidna, the rough and aloof behavior towards him not exactly helping measures. Knuckles always seemed angry around him. It was never at him, but something must've happened for Tails to change his attitude when the fox would enter the room. Going from being in a conversation to suddenly go quiet, the fox could always feel his intent stare on his back until he left. It was odd and creepy in the fox's opinion, so he tried to keep his eyes on the echidna at all times in case he tried something.
Then there was the one who visited and monitored him the most. A blue hedgehog; Sonic. Tails never understood him. The hedgehog was very friendly and always wanted to spend time with him. Tails didn't understand why. However, the hedgehog's ability to break the sound barrier was something the fox found fascinating. It was impossible, but the speedster managed to do it somehow. His fascination with the blue mammal's power did not deter him from eyeing the hedgehog with caution, no matter how friendly and caring he was towards him. He never understood why the urchin was so caring towards him. Why he cared when Tails stayed up later than the others, or when Tails didn't eat or drink water, or when the fox didn't bathe himself, and so much more than the fox, who didn't think those things were important. The kitsune found it weird, and as a result, he maintained an aloof and distant attitude toward what was stated to be his "former big brother".
It was Sonic who brought him here, in this godawful place that it is, as stated by the others to refuse to leave without him. The hedgehog was also the most against letting the fox go back to Robotnick. Tails never truly understood why, but he gave up trying to understand, now all he was, was frustrated at the rodent.
The fox was currently walking alongside the hedgehog around the village, amongst the scenery he found himself fond of. The only good thing in this awful place. It was a beautiful forest, trees scattered with emerald green leaves, birds singing their songs within, below critters scampered across the dirt ground, hiding or running through the many bushes. It was peaceful and calm. A perfect place to relax and listen to your thoughts. Unfortunately, he couldn't exactly relax with a prattling hedgehog beside him, constantly asking him things he didn't care about. The two-tailed canine only responded with short answers and nods. He didn't bother to try and leave, nothing the hedgehog would catch him in a heartbeat. Literally.
The only way he spoke to them, was not to share any information with them that they could use against him or the doctor but to respond with a simple yes and no what whatever stupid question they have.
He soon found himself trailing into thoughts of the doctor. What was he doing now? He probably already found out the fox was missing, but probably never figured out that he was kidnapped. Maybe he thought the fox ran away, or worse maybe thought the fox was betraying him. The fox found a multitude of thoughts that begins to fill his brain.
What would he do if he thought of the latter? Would he hunt him down?
What if he found him? What would he do?
Would he listen if the fox tried to explain that these crazy people kidnapped him?
What if he didn't believe him?
What if the doctor disowned him?
Where would he go?
If he was kicked out what if these psychos find him again?
And if he escaped again what would he do next without anywhere to go?
What if he never got out of here? Why won't they let him leave?
What about his inventions? Would he be able to keep them?
Would the Doctor destroy them?
What would he do if he does?
Or what if the doctor kept them?
Would he take the credit for them?
What would Tails do if Robotnick used them on him?
What if he died, then all of this would-
"Tails? Are you alright?"
The young canine was snapped out of his anxious trance by a soft call of his name and a gloved hand on his shoulder. The fox snapped out of his thoughts and met the worrying green eyes of his monitor. He noticed he was breathing rapidly, frozen on the path. He placed his hand on his chest as he began to inhale and exhale deeply, calming himself. The blue hedgehog eyed him with concern, asking once more.
"You ok buddy?"
The fox was about to snap at the hedgehog to not call him his 'buddy', but refrained. Instead, he simply nodded.
"Y-yeah."
The hedgehog frowned.
"You sure? You just suddenly stopped walking and started breathing like that. Have something on your mind?"
The fox's lips drew into a straight line. An unreadable expression formed on his face as he shook his head. Didn't want to deal with having to talk out his feelings and "trauma" with Amy again. He turned to keep walking, only to stop when the hedgehog responded.
"Was it about him again?"
The kitsune clenched his teeth in a mixture of emotions, mostly frustration at how the hedgehog could somehow read him like an open book. He turned back to the waiting azure mammal, shaking his head once more. It was now the hedgehog with an unreadable expression on his face, and once again Tails couldn't see what he was thinking. He previously found out pretty soon that the urchin had a rivalry with the doctor for a while. When the fox couldn't "recognize" him or anyone who mentioned Robotnick he saw a mixture of emotions form on the hedgehog's face. Sorrow, sadness, anger. Tails couldn't understand what all that meant.
That mixture of emotions was still present on the speedster's face. Sad and heartbroken, with a deep undertone of anger and self-blame. He never understood why he made that expression every time the doctor was mentioned by him and anyone else. But he did know two things: It made him hella uncomfortable and he was tired of it.
"Stop it."
The hedgehog's eyes widened at his usage of words other than 'yes' and 'no' but soon melted into one of confusion as he tilted his head.
"Stop what?"
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like...that! I don't know! Being all sad or angry or...whatever when ANYONE mentions him or I don't remember something you guys think I ever did. It's freaking me out!", The fox's gloved hands waved in the air as he spoke, lead on by a rush of adrenaline. The blue blurs face changed as he spoke, becoming one even more sad and regretful, scratching behind his quills as he spoke.
"Sorry, bud. It's just...what he did to you...it's not right. He shouldn't have messed with you in the first place. I should have been there to-"
"No no no... I'm not listening to you go 'I should have done this' Or 'this wouldn't have happened if I had...' because none of it happened in the first place. Me and you aren't best friends, we never were. Because if we were wouldn't have I remembered you?!"
"Yeah, you would have. He changed your memories buddy. He made them all wrong and-" The young kit grabbed at his head as he said those stupid words again. Gloved hands began to grasp at the orange fur, covering his ears.
"Not this again! My memories are fine! There's nothing wrong with them. You're the ones who need to get your brain checked because I'm not who you think I am!"
"No Tails, I KNOW what I remember. You're the smartest kid on the planet. You've stopped Ol' Egghead a million times with machines he couldn't dream of building. You're a friend to everyone here. You're my best friend, my little brother."
The grip on his fur became harsher.
"No No! Stop it! My memories are fine! You're the ones trying to change them, you all are. I was fine where I was before you had to drag me here where I don't belong! I was home with my family-"
"No. Eggman is NOT family, and that was NOT home. This is your real home, me and the others are your family Tails.", gloved hands moved to gently pry the fox's hands from ripping his fur out. Pulling the distressed child into a hug he continued to speak.
"Me and the others are your family. You're home. We'll make sure you get your memories back to normal, and we'll never let him get his hands on you again. You're ok here little buddy. You're safe. I promise." The blue hero gently stroked the fox's head, trying to get him to calm down. The kit continued to sob into the hero's fur, denying those things, murmuring about how he's a liar. There was a moment of calmness, before the fox's eyes widened and he suddenly ripped himself away from Sonic, beginning to scream and hyperventilate.
"No!-You-Y-your lying-You're a l-liar! My memories are f-fine, y-you're the one trying to ch-cha-ange them! I-I don't w-wanna be here anymore. I n-never wanted to be-e here! I want to go home...I want to go home! I wa-ant to...", the rest became nothing more than broken sobs, shrieks, and incoherent blubbering. The hedgehog tried to move closer to the kit, trying to calm him down, only for the child to bite into his arm and began to scratch him, his yelps and pleas for the fox to calm down went unheard by the manic person addressed. The others began to crowd around them, hands grabbing onto Tails as they attempted to pull him off, the fox's claws digging even further into the rodent he had trapped underneath him. Blood stained his gloves, and more of the ruby-red liquid was around his muzzle and in his mouth, leaving a strong metallic taste on his tongue.
He continued to shriek and cry in his state of hysteria until a needle was dug into his arm and he began to lose consciousness, his struggles getting weaker...
and weaker...
...and weaker...
Until everything went black...
The fox thumped his mitts together in boredom. Now they restrained his hands again. Great. Having his hands restrained meant that he now couldn't manage to pick up anything, not even utensils, having to ask someone to help him eat or to ask someone to take them off, meaning the person would stay in the room with him. They said it was temporary, and that they would come off when they were sure Tails wouldn't attack anyone else. This wasn't his first time doing this. He had bitten and scratched others in this place before, he can even still see the leftover bite marks or scratches that haven't healed yet on their arms and, for Knuckles, left ear.
It had happened when Knuckled was monitoring him, Tails didn't exactly remember what he said, but it cost the echidna a part of the left ear, not enough to make him go deaf, but enough that it was noticeable. It caused the echidna to be warier about what to say to the fox from then on. Amy had two bite marks on her right arm, and scratches coating the back of her hands, hidden by fresh gloves. Only she, Tails, and the people who were there when he attacked her knew they existed. She had tried to calm him down from his usual hysteria using one of those horrible syringes, saying something about a seizure. Saying she was sorry. She also became more cautious toward him. They both didn't monitor him that much after that.
Sonic had the worst of them. Bite marks and scratches coated his arms, one bite mark on his left shoulder and his legs were slightly bruised when the fox kicked against him one time.
But even though Tails did that he continued to spend time with him, acting like none of that happened. He didn't understand why the hedgehog ignored his attempts to shove him away. He found it a little insulting, but over time his anger and hatred towards this prison and everyone in it gave way to defeat and an overarching depression formed that made everything slower, it made him care less and less about what was happening around him. He couldn't bring himself even try to escape. They were just going to catch him over and over. What was the point?
There was hardly anything of his interest to do here. He couldn't tinker and build anything because someone had to be with him all the time, he didn't like it when people watched him work, made him anxious. The things he wanted to build would've gotten him out of here, so they'd probably stop him anyway. The thing he hated the most was how...nice they were.
Honey-coated words assuring him, comforting him, telling him everything was ok, and the one they repeated the most; we'll get your real memories back. What were they trying to do to say that? His memories were perfectly fine! He lived with Robotnick, not Sonic, like everyone else, including the rodent, wants him to believe. He's not going to let them win.
No matter how sweet and nice, a cage is still a cage to the one trapped.
However, he's not sure what to truly believe anymore. He thinks he doesn't belong here but...he doesn't think he lived with Robotnik anymore either. The memories he had of the doctor didn't feel real. The picture's the people here showed him can't be real either. It...just doesn't feel right.
He sighed as he gazed outside, currently laying in his bed. Sonic was in the other room, bandaged and snoring away. He doesn't know the hedgehog keeps lying to him, telling him he's his brother. He was the one who took care of him. He was the one who took him under his wing. But...Tails just didn't know anymore.
Didn't know which past was real or fake, didn't know what to believe, and didn't even know if he was right at all.
He hated this.
He hated Robotnick, always stealing the credit for the machines HE made. For destroying "failed" inventions.
He hated his old home, always so cold and empty. Wanting someone to talk to.
He hated this stupid place, everyone's eyes on him. Making sure he never stepped out of line.
He hated everyone in it, never letting him leave. Making him stay in this prison.
He hated Sonic, for bringing him here. Never leaving him alone.
He hated himself for being so easily fooled by everyone. Letting them confuse him.
He hated his mind, for never being clear on what was real. Which memories were fake.
He hated everything, for not making sense. Nothing ever did anymore.
The kit moved away from the window and curled up into his bed. There was no point trying to get out the window, the hedgehog was a light sleeper, and would wake up to the slightest creak of the floorboards. Even if he did get out, someone outside the village would tell them where he was and keep him there until they came and got him, reassuring him, telling him they weren't mad. These maniacs probably told everyone in this zone. He brought the covers over his body and tried to relax.
Tomorrow was another day.
He didn't know what to think of this place anymore.
It probably wasn't true anyway.
oooooh that’s a fun reveal!!!!!! hahah i’m so glad tae said let’s not drag this out 😂 i’m actually really excited for them to chat- i feel like she’s ready?? also SO GLAD that she is leaning on her support system 🥰 that conversation with joon was everything!! i’m constantly amazed by how much complexity this story has it’s absolutely incredible :)))
Little do You Know | OT7 | Eighty Six
Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader
Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose.
Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au.
Chapter warnings: Back to our normal programming!! Is that angst I see coming?
WC: 2.6k.
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“So what are the rules on the set?” you asked nervously as you tried to stop fidgeting.
“I thought this wasn’t your first music video.” Tae chuckled, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips.
“It’s not, but it’s the first time I’m actually dating the artist."
It was early afternoon when Taehyung showed up at your apartment to pick you up in one of HYBE’s many cars and drivers. You were on your way to the filming location Hoseok was shooting his newest music video for More; which would mark his debut as a solo artist.
"Companies had different rules when I was a playmate.” you explained your nervousness. “JYP didn’t like it when we took pictures of the set. And P NATION was very particular about their space.”
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I'd like to point out that if it was actually one of his 'mates' he would say their name.
"we made these playlists on Spotify, me and Oli"
"We made these playlists on Spotify, me and my [mate]"
“I normally put this, uh, we’ve got a couple of playlists on Spotify that me and my mate have made so i just throw one of them on, but yeah it kind of depends on the mood yeah”
— What kind of songs do you listen to? is it the same song or does it just depend on your mood? - Louis for BBC Radio Sheffield - 05.02
wow haha I really disappeared there for awhile huh
Thomas Barrow x Edward Courtenay for @whoamiamilost (kinda hate you!)
i almost sent a video to my possibly homophobic friend of me screaming i’m a lesbian when they joked that my throat hurt because i had been sucking too much dick. i cannot count the number of times i’ve almost done this before realising which friend group i’m talking to
I actually dislike my mom
now I'm not gonna say hate cuz I don't hate her. We've had a ton of issues in the past and it's gotten better but sometimes I genuinely just need to hit her. Like she'll do the most degrading, insane, abusive shit when she's drunk or upset. When she's having a bad day suddenly we all have to have a bad day too.
Just earlier she came home being all bitchy. She hadn't taken us to a water park that my dad had paid for, instead going out on the lake to get drunk with her friend. She left us home alone for like 6 hours and didn't answer her phone. When she came back she was like "why didn't you go outside its so pretty? You're so lazy like get up and do something." And like bitch? Tf? You were gonna take us to the waterpark. We were waiting for your bitchass. Then she lied to my dad and said we didn't want to go. We damn well did.
Then earlier I was sitting on the couch minding my business trying not to let my mom's mood affect me and then my dumbass dog (whom I love very much) came and started pawing at me and getting me wet cu he went to the lake too. I was like "stop touching me you're wet" and my mom was like "BE NICE TO HIM HE JUST WANTS TO BE YOUR FRIEND!!!" and I was like "okay but I don't want him to touch me" and she started getting all pissy. BITCH NO MEANS NO. IF I DONT WANT SOMEONE TO TOUCH ME THEN DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME. and she started belittling me because I was "being rude". I was getting upset. Like I started standing up to her. Genuinely she makes me so mad. She's always embarrassing me and belittling me when I don't do what she wants. She has such a hard time understanding that I'm autistic. I don't want you touching me all the damn time. I don't just brush things off. No means no. I don't want to be yelled at and I don't want to be told what to do when I don't even know what it is exactly that you want me to do. I fucking hate her sometimes.