#I still love this Punch smiles^^ The precious smile that needs to be protected

[sakuraswordly]

Peter: Thinking back, I never saw his smile like this again after our first meeting in Babylon. This is the first truly happy smile that "Punch" showed me.

Let's just say. I will practice drawing that smile later continuing in the future unknown story.

As you can see now, the “truly happy smile”. Peter mentioned how adorable they were and showed their cute side (They always show the cool side but never show their cute side if not necessary). Show them that they are just a child, a mischievous child. That's why in Sonic Prime, you see Sonic as a cute innocent child. It wasn't by his design change. But it's because of the bottom of his heart. So he was just a mischievous child.

If you remember what I wrote in Design Analysis Part 1. I said that the Sonic model or Sonic figures was still the same only different was Prime! Sonic look more friendly in shape and soft. Sonic Frontiers also look friendly in shape but look stronger and more like a big brother. When you guys saw just Sonic show his soft side and say that's not Sonic you knew......I disagree. Remember that Sonic's sensitive and you can see only in Sonic Prime that Sonic show his soft side and his weakness for the first time because his real friends are not here with him that's why Sonic talks too much(Even Prime! Sonic is very much like me-_-;)

Remember this, Sonic, Punch and Gilgamesh hate to show their weakness or soft side in front of their friends or someone important to them. So their friends or someone important not in front of them, they will show this soft side alone(That's why Prime! Sonic talked too much

and showed his sadness and missed home even though he did not miss his home, even though he knew he didn't need "home"). They will show their weakness and soft side when they trust someone or friends who can help and they are really clear in their judgment that they can't do things and solve all by themself, For example, Gilgamesh cries for Enkidu when Enkidu death and Sonic smiles at Shadow when Shadow come to rescue him(Sonic: At this point I don't mind Shadow lending me a hand).

That's why in #my personal blog, I can see these three of them in each character not because of their design in each studio or franchise but from the bottom of their feeling.

Note: Except this art below that is not “truly happy smile”.

[seasidefallenangel]

she's got those evil eyes

bllk boys and their mean girlfriends ft isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, reo mikage, alexis ness, bachira meguru

notes: reader is a BITCH! (not to the boys), actual horrible shit being said by reader but our boys are too in love to notice or care, suicide mentions, i'm not condoning what reader does the point is that they're feral, part 2

༄ isagi:

✣ you’re his precious angel who can do no wrong, so of course he’s defending you tooth and nail. when you’re at his games flipping off the opposite team he thinks you’re too adorable for words. during practice, kaiser is ragging on him as usual and you’re there before isagi can blink, telling kaiser that no wonder his dad hit him with a shitty personality like that. insanely harsh, but you’re so cute to have his back!

⁀➷ “you need to stop getting yourself hurt like this, princess,” isagi murmurs as he gently applies an antiseptic to your knuckles. he wasn’t expecting you to punch rin in the face after some off-handed comment during practice (mostly stemming from rin’s own insecurities, but you’re not tolerating any disrespect towards your man.) isagi had stepped in right as rin was about to retaliate and you had gotten kicked off the field anyway, leading to the impromptu patch-up in the locker room. 

with a final piece of medical tape, he kisses your bruised hand and smiles softly at you, cupping your cheek in his palm. “thank you for being my knight in shining armor, baby,” he says gently, all the love in the world filling his voice. maybe you’re not the most ethical about it, but your desire to protect him more than makes up for it in his eyes.

༄ sae:

✣ always assumes you’re correct in every single situation. he looks to be nonchalant about your dating life, but he is easily your number one shooter. you’re on twitter telling his fans to kill themselves when they talk about how attractive he is or how he should break up with you and he’s in the kitchen smirking at his phone watching you go to war. never once in his life has he ever gave a shit about what people think about him, but the second something about you is viewed in a negative light? all bets are off. he’ll get just as toxic as you are.

⁀➷ the reporters are crowding him the second he’s getting off the plane. he already knows exactly what it’s about yet it still pisses him off. in his opinion, people are at fault for provoking you in the first place. in an irritating attempt to get his attention, one of the interviewers calls out, “sae! what do you have to say about your girlfriend tweeting ‘if i was your mom i would’ve killed myself too’ to one of your fans?!” 

yeah, he saw that one, and he thought it was funny. someone had been trying to rile you up by saying how re al would be better off without sae on the team. unfortunately for them, they had “rip mom🩵🕊️” in their bio, giving you the perfect ammo to shoot back with. he clears his throat and simply says, “she’s right,” before walking off, leaving the paparazzi stunned.

༄ reo:

✣ you are so awful for the mikage image and reo loves every second of it. having such a stagnant and pre-planned upbringing versus your unhinged nature was just what he needed. barely a week can go by without you trending online for something heinous you said or did. in turn, you have quite a large following for simply how funny your antics and toxicity towards others is. reo must have the most heavily tinted rose colored glasses ever, because he always talks about how sweet and kind you are. the fans are still searching for the person he’s trying to describe, because it sure as hell isn’t you.

⁀➷ you’re lounging in bed, mindlessly scrolling on your phone when reo approaches you. like clockwork, you shift into his arms as he climbs into bed and relaxes next to you. his fingers are running through your hair when he finally asks in the most soft and gentle voice, “my love, why are you being called out on twitter again?” of course, you’re always sure to voice how it isn’t really your fault and that people should stop pissing you off if they don’t want you to come for their necks. 

quite honestly, he’s not really listening ; not because he’s not interested, but because you’re just irresistible when you defend yourself. regardless of whether or not you’re actually at fault (you are), he still sees you as his precious and adorable lover. he simply nods and leaves feather light kisses up and down the side of your neck, mumbling something like, “how dare they?” or “you’re so smart, angel,” every so often. if you ever were to get in any real trouble, the mikage fortune would be there to bail you out - so he sees no real reason to stop your tirades. 

༄ alexis:

✣ “me and my girl don’t argue she tells me to shut up and i do.” ness is honestly thankful for how much of a raging bitch you can be. not only does he never see anything wrong with it, but actively encourages it as well. you’re cussing out the mcdonald’s worker for putting pickles on his burger while he’s behind you with a dopey smile on his face, clinging to you like a lifeline. the only time he had to tug you away is when you were half a second away from clawing kaiser’s eyes out and had his neck bruising beneath your fingers for insinuating ness was more of a dog than a person. the german is still terrified whenever you accompany your boyfriend to practice.

⁀➷ in all the plans alexis had for his future, standing in front of the two people that crushed his childhood fantasies in facts and testing wasn’t one of them. he had left on a bitter note when he joined bastard münchen yet hadn’t found the courage to voice his true feelings on the matter. luckily for him, you had no shortage of guts to lay into his parents without fear.

for the first time in their lives, they’re stunned silent at your vicious words and mockery of their profession, upbringing, parenting, even going so far as to point out his mother’s physical imperfections and saying the only worthwhile thing she did was give birth a child that wasn’t nearly as ugly as she is. they can’t even get a word in before you grab alexis’ hand and drag him out, kicking a dent in his father’s car for good measure. even though your display was nothing short of pure evil, he doesn’t think he’s ever felt closer to god than when you cradle him in your hold, whispering words of love and praise into his ear. being a crybaby was something he was told he should be ashamed of, but the sensation left behind when you wipe his grateful tears is worth it to him.

༄ bachira:

✣ might honestly be the biggest enabler on this entire list along with alexis. he absolutely lives for chaos plus he’s too sickeningly in love with you to ever question a move you might make. he can hear you arguing with ego on the phone about bachira being overworked and while normally nothing phases blue lock’s director, the death threats you sent to his office were incredibly convincing and contained information that should’ve been impossible to obtain. he’d probably hire you if he wasn’t positive you’d pipe bomb the entire structure if anyone even gave a dirty look to your boyfriend. 

⁀➷  “whatcha doiiiinnnn?” bachira asks while plopping on top of the couch - in the exact spot while you were resting, mind you. you let out a light ‘oof!’ as his weight crushes you for a moment before leveling out. the second his head falls to rest on your stomach, you're carding one hand through his hair while the other angrily taps on your phone. he doesn’t really think to ask as he’s on the verge of falling asleep, but the sound he has set for your tweets dings from his phone (because of course he has notifications for you on.)

he lazily unlocks his phone and clicks onto the app only to bust out into laughter. whatever useless no-name had decided to say bachira’s playstyle only hinders his teammates was met with your quote retweet stating to ‘go take a long walk off a short bridge.’ in his overly happy splendor, he blows raspberries onto the soft skin of your tummy while you squeal and try to push him off. stubborn as he is he just refuses to let up until you're curled up in laughter. behind his silliness, he’s eternally grateful to have someone so devoted to him after years of isolation from his peers. he can’t help but think he’d do anything to keep you in his grasp - regardless of the consequences that might follow.

[bookishdreamer28]

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓'𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔 ❣

Happy new Year everyone! May this new year bring new goals, new achievements, health, happiness and a lot if inspiration to your life!!

And here's my poly!marauders x reader fic! I had no idea what to write or what was going to be the plot in this one, but since it's new year, I thought of writing something sweet and a bit funny to match the vibe! Hope you'll like it, cause I'll post more fics with these boys ^3^

"Oh, she fell asleep?!" Sirius approached your sleeping form on the comfy couch of your dorm room, and kneeled down next to Remus, which he softly brushed your soft hair through his long fingers.

"Yeah..." Remus replied in a dazed look, as he continued keeping his eyes on you. You didn't even had to do anything and he was already hypnotized by you.

"But it's already 23:30! I was waiting for my new year's kiss!" Sirius all pouty, crossed his arms over his strong chest and James laighed lightly at how childish Sirius could be at times. These boys were just obsessed with you. You are their precious little thing and they can't ever get a minute without wanting your love and affection. Just like you do too with them.

"Sshh! Don't you dare wake her up guys or else I'll punch your guts." He said sternly at them and the instantly turned to you again when he heard a soft whimper. When he made sure that you were still asleep, he got up slowly from his crouched position next to your sleeping form, and went to bring your favorite fuzzy blanket to cover your body.

"She's really something else huh?" James said adoringly as he watched you.

"Our precious little thing." Sirius kissed your forehead and held your hand in his, caressing it gently. Remus came back again and covered you with the blanket.

"Can't believe it's been already a year since we met her. It feels like i was just...supposed to happen, you know? We were meant to be together." Sirius continued and Remus smile softly at his boyfriend's words, placing a kiss on the raven haired boy's lips.

James joined them and all three were there with you, like a strong shield to protect you even in your sleep. Sirius placed a comforting arm around Remus shoulder.

Suddenly your body moved making the boys stop talking.

"Look what you've done! You've woken her up!" He furiously told them and he then changed his angry look into a softer one when his eyes fell on you again.

"But we didn't-"

"Sh."

"Oh don't shush me-"

A groan left from your lips.

"Sweetheart? Are you ok?" His voice low and soft, trying not to scare you in your sleepy state with loud noises. When you didn't replied, Remus got nervous. He knew he was overreacting again, but the nonstop scenarios in his head could calm his nerves.

He shook slightly your body, not caring about ruining your sleep now, since his only concern was to see your beautiful eyes open.

"Remus, just a minute ago you were about to chop our heads off for waking her up! Don't tell me that you start maling scenarios that something is wrong because as you can clearly see she's fine! She probably got a bit tired-" He tried to push his hand away from your shoulder but then a sudden movement caught him off guard as he almost lost his balance.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Your head knocked on Sirius forehead and you both groaned at the impact.

"My goodness you're ok?!" James approached you, with a worried look on his face. You looked up at Sirius touching his forehead and instantly climbed on his lap. His arm instinctively wrapped around your waist and held you.

"I'm so sorry Sirius. I thought-"

"I'm ok pretty baby don't worry about me. Are you ok though?" His fingers traced on your forehead to see if there was a pump forming.

"I'm fine." You chuckled and the sound was like a music to his ears. Not being able to resist, he cradled your face and kissed you like you were the oxygen he so desperately needed.

"Did you have wine before us or something?" James teased and you rolled your eyes at him, which made him pinch your cheek in return softly.

"No! I just felt a bit tired." You yawned and Sirius let you lay your head on his chest, as he placed one hand on the side of your face to keep you close to him.

"Remus? What is it?" James voice broke you from daydreaming with Sirius and turned to look at him. Hsi hand was on his chest and you instantly got up from Sirius lap and went to his side.

"Remi what-"

"Can you please stop scaring me like this?!"

"But i didn't-"

"You'll sleep on my bed tonight."

"Hey she'll sleep on mine tonight!" Sirius angrily said but James pushed him to the side.

"Nope it's me. She's sleeping on mine."

"What I say goes. She'll sleep on mine and that's final." Remus placed you on his legs and hugged your waist tightly. You laughed at how ridiculous he sounded but he pinched the soft skin of your thighs slightly making you flinch and glare at him playfully.

"Stupid dorm rooms having so many beds." Sirius murmured but instead of arguing more, he laid his head on your thighs, placing a kiss on them.

"Remi there's no need to be this dram-"

"Don't make me repeat myself baby." He breathed against your neck, making you squirm in your seat, pulsating with need for more affection.

James sat next you, ans held your hand in his giving it a small lingering kiss.

"I think it's my turn to kiss you now." He mumbled against your lips and you sighed at how perfect felt against yours. Too busy kissing and hugging your boys, you didn't notice how it was already midnight. But that was until the noise of the fireworks outside the room's window could be heard, making you all stood up to take a better look at the magnificent sigh of colorful lights filling the sky.

"Happy New Year my loves!" You happily said as you all shared more hugs and kisses. But in the moment of exchanging wishes and love words, Sirius grabbed your hand and pulled along his side to his bed.

"Sirius what-" the other two boys had now a frown on their faces, and you tried to hold back a laugh.

"Nah ah. She's all mine now." He said and laid you ont top of him making you yelp, as Remus and James rushed in to "save" you. It was all perfect.

[nymphaea-blue]

How would Rafayel be as your lover?

Info : 700+ word count, inspired by Radiant Halo - tender moments, fluff, slight mentions of possessive Rafayel, reader wears makeup.

﹒　⁺ Rafayel as your lover would not hesitate to spend money on you, he has more than enough. He would take you on expensive dates, buy you designer clothes (or design some for you himself) and buy you gifts on a weekly basis because he can, and he is more than happy to spoil you a little.

﹒　⁺ Rafayel as your lover would often help you with your makeup and clothing. He knows how to do makeup, so all you need to do is ask and he will do it with no hesitation. It's an intimate moment, one would think, with how Rafayel always looks at you when he does your makeup and helps you get ready. It's a small, domestic action but he truly cares about your comfort and he wants you to shine as brightly as possible.

“Try not to blink, cutie. We don’t want you to look like you have a blackeye the entire evening, right?” Rafayel teased you as he did your eye makeup. You were used to doing your makeup on your own, but this is a feeling you were slowly growing accustomed to as well. “Okay. Open up your eyes for me, I need to see if your eyeliner is symmetrical.” And you did as he asked, but your face immediately flushed as you noticed how close to your face he was and you couldn’t help but admire him. His face carried his signature smile that you adored and his eyes stared at you with so much love as they looked around your face, so focused on the task but also focused on you as a whole. You didn’t know you were staring until he spoke again. “It looks pretty symmetrical to me, come on, let’s go… Whatcha staring at, hm?” 

﹒　⁺ Rafayel as your lover would paint you many, many times. Most of the pieces are in his home, those are the ones that are more detailed or show your precious moments spent together, he loves to look at them and cherish how you look. A few rare paintings of you would be in galleries for others to watch, especially during his big exhibitions. Those ones are just mere representations of you, still painted with love but a mist of secrets as well, you aren't shown in full detail but everyone knows it's you. None of the pieces showcasing you ever get sold, no matter how much they want to pay for it. He wouldn't be able to deal with it if someone could just stare at you all day, you are just his after all.

﹒　⁺ Rafayel as your lover would protect you. He hired you as his bodyguard but with time, he finds himself doing that job more often. No matter how small it is, if you get uncomfortable or are in danger he will be by your side - no questions asked. He would fight for you, if he had to. Those hands aren’t just for art after all, they are perfect for holding you after a rough moment as well, and they can deliver punches too if someone dares to even try to get their hands on you without your permission.

﹒　⁺ Rafayel as your lover would have a whole room cleared for you in his home, just in case you would like to move in. Of course, if you are comfortable you are more than welcome to sleep in his room, the bed is big enough anyways and if not - then after a while of being dramatic he can sleep on the couch… or in the bathtub, for some reason.

﹒　⁺ Rafayel as your lover would be such a gentleman. He always opens the doors for you, no matter if you are entering a restaurant or just sitting down in the passenger seat of his luxurious car. He will gently take off your coat and hang it on the back of your chair, alongside your purse which he will happily carry later if your shoulder starts hurting. Whenever he wants to ask you for a dance, he will offer you a hand first with a polite “May I?”. Whenever you are out during a more serious occasion, he has everything you might need in his car or nearby - a change of shoes, bandaids, your makeup essentials, as well as a matching coat or something to cover you up if you get cold. He might not always act seriously and his demeanor can be playful, but when it comes to love, he does it right and it’s clear with the way he acts around you as if you are the most precious thing in the world, because to him - you are.

[hufflepuffwriter1995]

 Title: His Queen 

Pairing: Gwinam x Chubby!Named Reader (Ryoko)

Fandom: All of Us Are Dead 

Summary: She was his queen and god help anyone who disrespected his queen. 

Warnings: Now: Mentions of abuse, swearing, pain.  Eventually zombies, swearing, blood, gore, fighting, and smut.

Notes: Gwinam is still a bully but never filled Eunji topless, that still happened but he wasn’t a part of it. He is also a tad less insane in this but still toxic. Enjoy. I fell down a rabbit hole of this and it's time I share. 

Two Years Before The Outbreak.  

   “You need to find a way to prove it.” Jisoo sighed as she carefully began to patch up the cut over my right eyebrow. I let out a sigh, wincing as she gently wiped the alcohol swap against the cut. I had hoped that with how often I was in this position, I had gotten used to the slight sting. Being my brother's punching bag had left me covered in small cuts and bruises and more often than not, a few broken bones that I was left to treat on my own. 

  “We have been through this.” I sighed, holding still as she began to apply the bandage to my eye. “Unless we can get his face on video no one is going to believe it’s my brother. How many times have my parents made up some random excuse about how he couldn’t possibly have done it because you can’t see him?” Jisoo was my only friend, the only person that my brother and parents haven’t been able to drive out of my life by employing threats or bribes. Her parents were saints, her dad a high-profile doctor who handled all my injuries and her mother a lawyer who was working endlessly to get me away from my parents. The problem was, that my parents were too careful, too eager to use their government standing to their advantage. So they never got far in the process of getting me out and were too afraid to push too hard in case I was forbidden to see Jisoo. 

   “We will find a way. He’s getting too confident, he will have to mess up at some point.” Jisoo sighed, her concern for me breaking my heart. Even after three years of having her by my side, I wasn’t used to having someone who not only cared but truly loved me. Years of abuse from my brother and my parents telling me if I was a better sister, their precious son wouldn’t have to hurt me, had taught me I wasn’t one to be loved. 

   “I am sure you are right. Myeonghwan isn’t all that smart.” I winced, waiting for the hit even if I knew it wasn’t coming. She pats my cheek with a loving smile. 

  “If he doesn’t I will find a way to make it happen.” She spoke with so much confidence, so sure that she would help, that I couldn’t help but smile at her. I started to say something when the door to the classroom we were sitting in opened and my brother glared at me. 

  “Come with me.” He demanded, ignoring the way Jisoo tried to valiantly to protect me. Squeezing her hand, I reminded her it would be worse for me if I didn’t go before moving to my brother. He grinned, gripping me by the hair and pulled me from the room.  

  Gwinam 

  Giwnam didn’t like people, he could tolerate people at best. That is until she came into his world. The first time they had met, he had been injured, a nasty cut along his arm from a prick that tried to surprise attack him with a knife. He had been sitting on the tennis course, cursing angrily at the prick as he tried to stop the bleeding. She had come up on him without a word, silently taking his hand in hers as she began to clean out the wound. Her voice was soft as she wiped at it with an alcohol swab. She didn’t scold him, or yell at him, only told him that if it happened again applying a tight dressing would stop the bleeding. She had left him with clean bandages and gauze, telling her to change them before he went to bed.  

  The second time it had been her that had been hurt. She had been limping down the hallway when an asshole ran into her from behind. Gwinam had barely been quick enough to get his arm around her waist to keep her from falling. After making sure she was alright, he tracked the boy down, beating him before pulling around until he found her again, forcing the boy to beg for her forgiveness on his knees. She had been shocked, her eyes widening in surprise before telling him she would only forgive him if he promised to be careful in the future. With Gwinam promising hell if he didn’t, the boy had promised he would between stammers. She had nodded then, thanking Giwnam with a smile that stopped his heart, before turning back to her friend. A clear dismissal for the prick at her feet. 

  Since then he had been uncomfortably aware of her. Doing what he could to help make her life a little easier, while also plotting revenge for whoever was the cause of the near-constant injuries. While he hadn’t figured out who had hurt her yet, he was determined to figure that out. Whoever it was, would pay tenfold for every injury that she suffered. He had just settled down for lunch when her friend came running, frantically looking around before finding him. Relief seemingly washed over her. 

   “Gwinam!” She screamed, pushing past a few startled students as in her frantic way to greet him. He raised a brow at her, wondering what the hell could be going on, when she slammed her hands on the table, chest rising and falling. “He’s going to kill her. He’s going to kill Ryoko!” She whispered. 

  “Who?” The wave of protection-filled anger washing over him took him by surprise but he promised to deal with that later. 

  “Her brother, Myeognhwan. He broke her ribs earlier this morning, if he hits her there again he will kill her. We can’t get him to stop, if we don’t get his face on video he will get away with it.” She spoke quickly fear causing her voice to shake. “No one else will do anything.”

  “Follow me and keep quiet. Keep that phone in your fucking hand. Where would he take her?” 

  “Behind the school, tennis court.” She breathed out, hope starting to flash in her eyes. He tossed his drink onto the table and stood up, racing out of the cafeteria with the girl, Jisoo he thought, following on his heels. By the time they reached the door that led to the back of the school, his hands were clenched in panicked-filled fury. What if he was too late, what if she had waited too long? Shaking the useless fears from his head, he slowly opened the door, holding a finger to his lips as he slipped out, phone in hand as he filmed. Jisoo followed the look of pure rage in her eyes, earning some respect from him. She was ready to go swinging for her friend. 

   “Faw stupid cow!” Myeonghwan grunted with each kick to her stomach. His girl didn’t a sound, only breathing harshly through her nose with each kick. Her eyes were closed, but tears still fell silently. Oh, the things he was going to do to the boy. Myeonghwan would pay for each tear, for every injury and then some. 

  “Son Myeonghwan.” He called out once he was in a position that would cause both of them to get his face. Grinning wickedly, he zoomed in on his face, catching that stupid prick as he realized what happened. “This is what is going to happen. You are going to listen to me, if you don’t Jisoo posts this all over social media.” 

   “Send. To. Your. Dad.” Gwinam couldn’t help but the pride that washed over him at his girl, beaten and weak, took her power back. 

   “You fucking PRICK! You will p…” He was cut off as Gwinam snapped, pinning him to the wall by his throat as he punched him hard in the stomach, pulling back to punch him again. 

   “Touch my girl again and see what happens.” He snarled, pulling away as the prick began to show signs of passing out. Without another word, Gwinam turned and carefully scooped up Ryoko, tucking her against his chest as he nodded at Jisoo. “I got you pretty girl.” As he headed to his car, Ryoko smiled faintly, moving her head just enough to kiss his cheek. 

  “I’m safe.” She whispered before passing out, her body relaxing as the pain became too much. Her words though echoed through his head. Never once has he made someone feel safe but he made her a quiet and silent vow. So long as he drew breath, no one would hurt his Queen.

[aclikeairconditioning]

Since I wrote one for reverse verse Edwin, here’s one for Charles. Takes place in Hell, though nothing’s too graphic (still, be warned.)

I had to go through the torture of rereading/viewing this comic to write this (it wasn’t torture at all, this is one of my favorite @technically-human comics. Charles is so precious, and I almost cried while writing this and looking into his face at the same time.)

I will also add @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are because I forgot you last time. I’m very sorry, that was rude of me, I know this is your au too.

When I got to the end I realized that I was ending similarly to the way I ended Edwin’s, so I leaned into that and used the same wording.

(Ps. @technically-human, you have no idea how much of a euphoric adrenaline high your response gave me last time. Thank you so much, and happy belated birthday!)

-

Charles tripped.

Apparently, 70 years of practice became null and void when interrupted by three decades of peace. Safety. Home.

Charles tripped, and was immediately caught up in the storm of people running by, most of whom didn’t pay any attention to the sixteen-year-old struggling to get back up, to keep going, to not get caught.

Charles couldn’t even blame them. He would have, had in the past, done the same.

That didn’t make him less scared.

That wouldn’t make it hurt less when The Conductor eventually caught up to him.

He did manage to get up, though (a minor miracle on its own.) As he prepared himself to run again, get out as fast as he could, try to make up for lost time, a flash of blue in the corner of his eye gave him barely a moment's notice before he was being grabbed from behind.

His first instinct was to fight. To shove off whoever, or whatever, had grabbed him. Punch and claw and fight to leave the other behind in the dust as he got as far away as possible.

He would have, too. He would have, had it not been for the slightly panicked call of, “Found you!” in his ear, spoken in a voice he knew better than his own.

“Edwin!” The name came out more of a gasp, than Charles would have liked. “What are you doing here?”

Because he was here. God, Edwin Payne (just, devout, brilliant, Edwin Payne,) was here. In Hell. The one place that Charles thought he could protect him from, despite the others’ insistence to protect him (and the others newly added to the ranks of the Dead Boy Detectives.)

Edwin, who he had always thought believed, if only a little bit, that Charles deserved the torment he had been sent to.

Edwin, who was here-

“Protecting you, as always.”

Oh.

Oh.

He was here, because he really believed that Charles needed protecting. Who wanted to protect him, despite the Hell forged demeanor, the unspeakable things he had done before they met.

He was here, in Hell, actively going against his God, mustering up a fragile smile for Charles’ benefit.

He was perfect.

He was everything.

He needed to know.

So Charles grasped Edwin by his shoulders, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he made the declaration that could change everything (just please don’t take him away from me.)

“I love you,” He all but sobbed, a smile pulling up the corners of his mouth against all odds.

“What?” Edwin asked, taken aback. He blinked, eyes wide with shock. “Well, I- You know that- Me too, of course.”

Charles gave a short chuckle, shaking his head, because he didn’t get it. “That’s not what I meant, mate.”

He sniffed heavily before looking back up into Edwin’s eyes. “I love you. Like courting, sweethearts, holding hands in the park, love you.”

Edwin’s eyes had gotten larger, if that were even possible, panic taking over any kind of control he’d still had. Charles’ heart only sank a bit at that. He could have predicted how Edwin’s deeply moral sensibilities would take this sentiment.

“Charles, I can’t-”

But Charles wasn’t able to figure out what Edwin couldn’t as a burning hand closed over the back of his neck, ripping him away and towards the engine room.

He was taken away to his next death with the sound of Edwin calling his name behind him.

[boosnotes]

Would you fall in love with me again?

Shadow T. Hedgehog x reader

SPOILERS FOR SA2 AND SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG

Warning: mentions of commiting suicide, death, use of guns, general shadow things

Genre: angst/comfort

A/n: yooo, from when i was obsessed with epic!!!! i realize i lowkey love making song fics but hate reading them, this is based on shadow the hedgehog ending where vector is there and is theoretically he commits petit suisse iykyk. i had this since this song officially came out, but i never knew how to end it. also dont focus on the massive plot hole it has because of that stupid fucking bed, i didnt know what to replace it with, and writing about it just cut the mood

"Shadow... Is it you?" You looked up delicately as if your eyes could make him disappear again. It has been such a long time without him, everyone thought he was dead, yet he was standing right in front of you, your Shadow. "Have my prayers been answered? Is it really you standing there? Or am I dreaming once more...?"

They say eyes are the mirrors of the soul; he was never a soft man, or at least he never showed it, but his look was different, lacking any meaning. He was roaming the city without a path, looking at the destruction he had caused for being so gullible, for following black doom orders, for being born. He was barely there, only his physical form was still tied to the living world, but not for that long.

"You look different, your eyes look tired, your frame is lighter, your smile torn..." You cautiously step closer, the streets were still burning, nonetheless, the city was free from the black arms, and they now could slowly fix it again. Maybe you could fix him too...

"Is it really you my love...?" His eyes opened wide the moment your hands cupped his cheeks, as if they were the most precious thing in the world, it was the gentlest touch he had received this entire time, punches and pain were what he experienced since he woke up. He still didn't recognize you in his mind, but his heart and body were telling another story. His mouth reacted faster than he could process, his subconscious taking over for this job, protecting the only thing he had left.

"I am not the one you fell in love with, not the one you once adored. I am not your kind and gentle lover, I am not the love you knew before." He surprised himself with those words, it seems his soul knew you. All he comprehended he was feeling was guilt and shame, he didn't feel worthy of you, but he wanted you by his side nonetheless, maybe you were the answer. He drove his face away from your hands, he was not even capable of looking at you, though the hurt in your eyes made him continue with a soft whisper.

"Would you fall in love with me again if you knew all I've done? The things I cannot change, would you love me all the same?" Your heart clenched, you wanted to protect him, to pull him into your arms, to tell him everything was alright, but you knew he wasn't prepared, his walls too high to take them down so suddenly, so you waited for him once again. Meanwhile, you gently took his hands, scared that he'd pull away and lose him, but you needed to ground him.

"What kind of thing did you do...?" You tilted your head and tried to seek his eyes, those amber orbs you've missed and thought you'd never see again, your eyes also darted for a moment to one of the corpses left to rot on the street. You weren't dumb, you were aware he isn't the most moral man, efficiency is his highest priority in missions, whereas when things get too cruel, he stands his ground. He pulled away from you and physically distanced himself, only showing his back to you as he told his story.

"Left a trail of red on every street, as I traded friends like objects I could use. Hurt more lives than I could count on my hands, but all of that was to learn who was the one you once knew..." He reminisced all the times he helped Black Doom, he tried remending it by helping what they called themselves his friend, but the damage in his soul had been done, and the karma he owned couldn't be reverted. Although he wasn't deserving of love, he was greedy for you, for something he used to call his own. "So tell me, would you fall in love with me, I know that you've been waiting..." He gave a glimpse in your direction to make sure you were still there, the shame grew stronger and stronger the more he remembered. He failed everyone, his promise, his friends, himself... You.

"If that's true... Could you do me a favor? Just a moment of labor, that would bring me some peace.." You hugged your form in a grimace, everything felt cold. You went back to step one, after building trust with him, you had lost it all. If he was the same man you fell in love with, if he remembered and valued you, he should know how to act accordingly. "Remember that wedding bed? Could you carry it over? Lift it high on your shoulders, and take it far away from here"

"How could you say this?" his eyes hardened and a scowl folded into his features, the coldness had returned, that was the drop in the glass for him to finally take you in, not in the way you wanted, despite that, it was an advance. Shadow felt offended, betrayed by that request, did everything mean nothing to you? He took a step closer, pointing at his chest as he explained, pained behind his eyes. "I had built that wedding bed with my blood and sweat, carved it into the olive tree where we first met. The symbol of our love everlasting." He bitterly laughed, how could it have been so foolish to think you actually wanted him back. "Do you realize what you have asked me? The only way to move it is to cut it from its roots."

"My only husband knew that, so I guess it makes it really you!" You pushed him off as tears fell from your eyes, your expression now matched his. He stopped altogether, his eyes widened, pupils dilating, and finally, his stare held anything other than guilt. You took a few steps forward, ending right in front of him. His aura of apathy had melted into a warmth that called for you, finally understanding your tricks that never failed to work on him.

"I will fall in love again; over and over again. I don't care how, where, or when, No matter how long it's been, You're mine. Don't tell me you're not the same person, you're always my husband and I've been waiting..." Your hands gripped onto the white fur in his chest, despite just pushing him away, you took him back closer to you. Then your head fell onto his shoulder, you couldn't handle it any longer, all the waiting and mourning had caught up to you, you were in pain too, he wasn't the only one, and you had the right to be angry too. The tone of your shaky voice demanded him to understand, that he had the obligation to stay by your side, you owned half of his soul.

Shadows' body stiffened up, all sorts of feelings were invading his body, and the rough treatment he was receiving as the pleads, no, demands his love, confused him deeply. The somber mood was fighting to settle, yet all your words pushed it off, leaving only space for guilt and connection. He wanted to touch you, but he forgot how to, the memories in his subconscious could do so much; the memory wipe he received difficult him most of the interactions he had, but it wasn't such a problem when all he wanted was to destroy and rule everything; he felt a heavy knot of remorse settle in the pit of her stomach because of that.

Waiting

You had proposed to him many times before he sacrificed himself, half joking half serious. You've been doing that the entire time you worked together for Eggman, even Rouge pushed him a little to accept your hand, saying how she'd love to have another excuse to get a nice gem for your ring. He was very annoyed at you at first, repeatedly telling you that the mission was his only focus and he didn't have time to delve into such useless passions. With time, his heart softened up for you, you grounded him; most of the times he took it too far, you'd slap him as a wake-up call, maybe that's the reason it took him so long to do the correct thing; you weren't scared of him, or showing off your emotions; you had made it very clear you found him attractive, not wasting any occasion to make a comment or a pun; you even backed him up in the fight between him and his prototype, shooting from the distance with your sniper, and assisted him to recover from it after it finished.

He had found a couple of Marias things on the space colony, you took the time to comfort him despite not showing any signs that he needed it, you saw right through him. He didn't realize he had accidentally taken a simple piece of jewelry off her table, he told himself it was for nostalgic reasons, it must've been that. Yet, before everything went down, he surprised himself by handing you the ring after you made another comment about getting married when you went back to earth; he remembered the way your eyes shined, and it took you some time to understand what was going on, you suddenly became timid as you accepted, biting your smile while he put the ring in your finger.

I've been waiting

You stared at the broken moon for so many nights, praying that he made it out alive, that you didn't illusion yourself with a promise that didn't even have the time to begin. You found comfort in playing with the ring he gave you, or the dreams of the two of you together. You had fallen hard, didn't you? You told Rogue the stupid promise you made, earning a bitter laugh from her as she called you an idiot for actually going through with it. Both of you bonded with your grievance for him, meeting him and losing him at the same time gave you a mutual understanding of his character that no one else knew. Still, you missed him, you wanted him, not Rouge. You thought life hated you until you heard the news on TV, or the call of Sonic telling you about how he saw Shadow; you took it upon yourself to find him, yet you missed your opportunity every time, always getting too late.

"Waiting... For you..."

He finally held enough courage to pull you into a kiss, your so-desired kiss. His hands cradle your face with such burning passion, never wanting to let go. Both of your mouths moved in the compass of an imaginary rhythm, one you already knew from how many times it had been done. Your hands went to hold his, all your muscles tensed and the air started to lack, nonetheless, you tried pulling him even closer, wanting to just be one in the same, to not be able to conceive the possibility of being apart from one another ever again. It all felt so familiar it broke your heart, both of you were desperate, longing for the other's presence. Your hearts pounding at the same time, a song long lost now found again. It made him remember that everything was alright, he was here with you, and he would slowly remember, so when the kiss broke off naturally, he pressed his forehead against yours with a shaky breath, he no longer wanted to be gone, he just wanted you.

[merbear25]

Innocent fem reader asks to give Sado yasutora a massage after his boxing class? Hopefully this isn’t too specific haha. NSFW fic please!

Hello! It isn't too specific! I can understand the appeal 🤭 I hope you like it 💜💜

Long days of training would leave his entire body aching. Your gentle suggestions to take things easy were always heard but not always implemented. Pushing himself too far was more than a bad habit, but luckily, you were there to help ease his tense body.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, older version of Sado, fem!reader, fluffy smut, established relationship, somewhat sensual massage, teasing, cum shot

Soothing touch (Sado)

Grunts with each force thrown against the punching bag sounded throughout the room. Rattling chains that were hoisting it up were the soundtrack to each training session. Beads of sweat dripped onto the floor as the fluorescent lights buzzed above, which added the chorus. Nothing else but the need to get better, stronger, was on his mind. Each tear in his muscles went untended as the drive to push himself past his own limitations was a goal to which the posts were constantly moving further and further back.

Twinges of pain shot through his forearms, leaving your heart-felt words of concern echoing in his head. He didn’t want to admit that he’d reached his limit, but your pleas for him to take better care of himself made the pain twist into a tinge of guilt. Becoming stronger wasn’t for him; it was for you and everyone else who depended on him. However, his body wasn’t compliant with what he had set out to be.

One final swing at the leather had every bit of this looming sense of failure poured into it. Huffs were faint, trembles of his sore body were subtle, and emotions were running high behind that ever calm expression. If only he could meet his own standards; if only he could be enough.

A fog dispersed around him, making his judgments far too critical and undeservingly harsh. Only your light guided him back home. The comfort in your voice and undying support were a beacon he sought more often than not. His body and mind craved such tenderness after a draining day. Your soothing touch could settle any inner turmoil he’d pushed himself into.

Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you from the back. The nuzzling into the crook of your neck spoke louder than words ever could.

“Let’s get you more comfortable.” You guided him to the bed with a gentle hold of his bruised and bandaged hands. “Sit down, darling.” The sincere smile was a reminder of what he was pushing himself to preserve so desperately.

You sat on your shins behind him, placing your knees on either side of him. A soft gasp passed his lips as your delicate fingers found each knot and tear on his abused body. The soft hums of care that you gave made his heart ache. Such a gentle woman, someone who held herself with such poise and exuded compassion deserved to be protected by the best. He could be that, he knew he could.

“I love how important it is for you to be able to be there for the ones most important to you… but I wish you were kinder to yourself.” Your words hung in the air for a moment before weighing on him.

“I can feel it, how close I am. Can’t quite get there, though.”

Not having the words to ease his mind that you hadn’t already said, you rested your cheek on his shoulder and wrapped your arms around him. Soft breaths against damp skin sent shivers down his spine. Your hands massaged up his forearms and biceps, knowing just where his body craved the attention most. 

“Do you want to lay back?”

He nodded and made himself comfortable. Your hands began working out the kinks in his chest, but the position you were in was making it difficult to do so properly. You could feel heat biting at your cheeks as you sat yourself down on his lap. Even with being in a relationship, there were certain things that still got you flustered. It was endearing and made you all the more precious to him, though.

Rubbing his front, your eyes roamed over him in complete and utter appreciation for the man who constantly strived to give you more than he was physically capable of. Your chest felt heavy with the emotion building within. 

“I love you so very much,” you said barely above a whisper.

He placed his hands on your outer thighs, his thumbs rubbing your soft skin tenderly as he returned your affectionate words.

You leaned down to place a kiss on his lips. Such a soft display of the depth of love held for each other couldn’t have failed to stir another aspect of your connection. His hands moved up your loose-fitting shorts, taking in each curve of your body as his fingers slipped under your panty line. Pushing up for some kind of friction, he couldn’t resist the want to feel more of you. Despite his muscles urging him to take things slow, the desire to take care of you in every way was too tempting.

“Darling, you shouldn’t push yourself,” you gasped as he rutted against your clit.

“Can’t help it, just want… want to be here for you.” The desperation in his voice pulled at your heartstrings. You needed him just as badly but couldn’t bear the thought of him overexerting himself even more than he already had.

As you sat up, you trailed your hands down his chest and abs, being careful to touch those sensitive spots with just enough pressure. “I want to do that for you sometimes too. Let me be here for you tonight.”

Tugging his shorts down, seeing his full erection never ceased to lure a fluttering sensation from you. Pushing your panties to the side, your slick folds nestled around his length. Gentle, soft, whimpering sounds left you as you grinded against him. His hands tightened their grip on your thighs and subtle grunts caught in his throat.

Grunts and groans transformed into choked moans as you rode him. Your wet arousal was coating him entirely: cock, balls, and hips. The sensation of you drenching him in your own want for him was driving him insane, but he fought back the urge to take you. Letting you take care of him the way you wanted had his chest tightening with a type of adoration that was incomprehensible.

Heat building between you, pants soaked in euphoria, and your lust reaching a fever pitch sent you both into a tailspin of utter bliss. Your sweet cries of climax coaxed his own. Shots of cum covered his stomach while his body tensed.

Huffing and panting, you brushed his bangs out of his face and cupped his cheek. When you leaned back down to steal another kiss, he held you closely. His strong arms that could bring down entire buildings were careful to treat you with the utmost sensitivity.

“You’re always there for me,” you murmured against your kiss. “I’ve never once doubted you.”

A long sigh left him as he kept you close to him. This qualm was something he’d always battled with, but hearing you say that allowed the feeling of the trust and comfort you found in his arms to chip away at it.

[gingerteafairy]

heyy!! I absolutely LOVE your writing!! I was wondering if you could do a luke cooper x reader? Something like reader is maybe Jim's younger sister, or just related to someone in the office and she comes to drop something off to them or something and catches luke's eye. feel free to ignore this ahaha

girl, no way in hell I'm ignoring my sugarplum luke cooper.

tags n warnings: suggestive, jealousy, dirty jokes, terrible environment, creed and kevin (real warning). word count: 2.3k

A/N: hey, i'm back!!! sorry for being super absent here, I missed you all <3

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

Luke was a good person—when he wanted to be. Which was almost never. But when it came to you, he tried to be slightly more decent. Especially when it came to looking at you.

Not because he was a better man, no. He just avoided looking because you sat right next to Jim. And you—by every unfair twist of fate imaginable—just happened to be his sister.

Seriously? You?

The prettiest, kindest, most distractingly adorable girl in the office, and of course, you had to be related to the most upstanding, qualified, all-american guy in the building. Jim was fair with everyone—except when it came to you.

He had a very specific way of showing how protective he was: keeping you far, far away from anyone like Luke Cooper.

Luke had to bite the inside of his cheek sometimes just to stop himself from staring. Especially when you wore those damn button-up blouses that looked a little too good tucked into your skirt. Even your cardigans were starting to look criminal when you cinched them at the waist.

Sometimes, he’d “accidentally” knock something off his desk—just so you’d bend down to pick it up for him. A few precious seconds of watching you, a soft “here you go” from your lips, before Jim would clear his throat like a freaking siren.

But today, in a cruel plot twist straight out of a badly written fanfic, you were the one who dropped a highlighter.

Luke’s brain short-circuited when he saw the neon yellow pen roll dramatically across the floor, stopping right by Phyllis’s desk like it had a mind of its own. What the hell was he supposed to do?

Stand up? Risk instant death via Jim Halpert’s “big brother” death glare? Stay seated? Look like a jerk There was no winning move. Every option was a trap.

Then—you stood up.

Luke froze. Muscles locked, heart in his throat, eyes very carefully not following the line of your legs as you moved.

He could hear the faint squeak of your heels. The soft jingle of your bracelet. The rustle of your blouse when you bent down to grab the highlighter.

And he was gone. Fully spiraling. This was hell. Corporate, fluorescent-lit, paper-scented hell.

And yet… the corner of his mouth twitched. Because if hell meant watching you brush your hair behind your ear while laughing softly at your own clumsiness—he’d gladly stay.

You walked over to the spot, crouching down to grab the highlighter. This time, Luke didn’t look away. He wouldn't have looked away even if Jim smacked him upside the head with a broom handle.

Just a little lower and he’d see a bit more skin—not that he needed to. The visible outline of your top beneath your cardigan already felt like a punch to the chest. You moved like a dream. Like the office had suddenly switched to slow motion.

Then you looked up and smiled at him. Just a casual little smile. Nothing dangerous. Nothing scandalous.

It nearly killed him.

You went back to your chair like nothing happened. Like you hadn’t just melted every cell in his body.

Was that on purpose?

No. No way. That was too absurd. You’d have to be counting on physics to roll the highlighter directly to Phyllis’s desk—with your hip perfectly angled toward him? Come on.

Still… just in case… getting up to splash some cold water on his face sounded like an excellent idea.

Luke stood up and made his way to the break room, setting a cup of hot chocolate in the microwave before heading toward the bathroom.

“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” Kevin said out of nowhere, side-eyeing Luke while noisily slurping instant noodles like it was a performance piece.

“Who?” Luke asked, feigning confusion as he stirred the powder in the cup and punched in the timer.

“Jim’s sister, duh" Kevin clarified, turning his head to get a full view of you typing away at your desk. “I’d have kids with her. So many kids. Fill up their whole house, then put in more kids. Just… kids everywhere.”

“That’s how you know she’s the wrong girl,” Luke muttered, giving Kevin a light punch on the arm before heading for the door. “You want kids with her. Rookie mistake. Stay away from girls like that, Kev. And keep your weirdness to yourself. We don't need more of you."

As he stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him, Luke leaned back against the cold tile and looked up at the ceiling.

He hated the idea of being a dad. Hated the idea of being responsible for anything besides his laptop and maybe a white cat you’d name Pinky because of her pink paws… and because your future daughter would love that name, wearing cute pink dresses matching with yours he gave on your birthday.

He groaned.

No.

This was getting out of hand.

“You're so pathetic,” he muttered, running damp fingers through his curls. “You know who else stares at people’s asses without them knowing? Creeps on public buses. That's fucking sexual harassment.”

“They're just hard-working people,” Creed suddenly chimed in behind him, clutching an old newspaper like he was about to preach. “What? It’s not illegal to admire beauty. I don’t get why people say it’s gross.”

“You’re gross,” Luke scrunched up his face, hurrying out of there before any more of Creed’s essence clung to him.

He was already too much of a mess to absorb even an ounce more of that man’s weirdness.

But apparently, the universe had other plans. Because right then—just to torture him—you were standing by the microwave… holding his hot chocolate.

He stopped short.

And then you added marshmallows. Where the hell did you even get marshmallows? Were you part witch?

“I felt like drinking something warm too,” you said sweetly, turning to hand him the cup. “It’s freezing today.”

Luke glanced around like he was being filmed for a hidden prank show. Jim could not know about this. Ever.

Then again… you had approached him. Not the other way around.

“Yeah… it’s freezing,” he muttered with a small laugh, taking a sip. The chocolate tasted ten times better than it should have. It was literally store-brand powder. But still—what kind of magic were you made of?

“I was kind of expecting a thank you,” you teased, crossing your arms with a mock pout that nearly gave him a heart attack.

“For the hot chocolate?” He blinked, setting the cup down on the counter. “Thanks.”

“For letting you stare a little longer,” you added with a grin so smug and bright it could've powered the whole building. That confirmed it.

It had been on purpose.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. That was weird. I’m not usually like that,” he muttered quickly, practically burying his face back into the cup to hide from his own shame.

“It’s okay,” you smiled, uncrossing your arms and stepping just a little closer. “If it’s you, I really don’t mind at all.”

If not for the laws of physics, Luke’s cup might’ve floated straight into the air right then and there. Instead…

It hit the floor.

Chocolate splashed everywhere, shards of ceramic scattered. Luke stared at the mess in horror.

“Fuck,” he muttered, crouching down to collect the evidence. You bent down too, but he gently stopped you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Let me do it. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Oh… okay. Thanks.”

You pulled your hand back and rested them in your lap as Luke carefully picked up each shard of ceramic with his palm, standing to wrap them in a napkin and toss them into the trash. You grabbed a roll of paper towels, but before you could start wiping the mess, he reached out.

“I’ve got it—”

“No, let me clean this part,” you insisted, smiling and kneeling again to soak up the spilled chocolate.

Luke knelt beside you and just watched. There you were, cleaning hot chocolate off the floor, and somehow you still looked like an angel. If you two ever ended up dating, he’d probably pay to see you do this again—maybe in whatever weird outfit you felt like wearing that day.

“Why’d you say it’s okay for me to look at you?” he asked quietly, his hand falling to rest on the floor as he looked into your eyes.

“I don’t know,” you replied with a soft smile—the same honest one you always gave him. “I guess… I like you.”

More than just the office clown, more than the guy who always had a sarcastic comeback. You liked him.

“You’re probably the only one who does,” he murmured, exhaling and glancing away as you stood to toss the paper towels and wash your hands.

“Your uncle likes you,” you teased gently.

“He just wants to fix me. Make me into the son he never had,” Luke grumbled, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “So yeah… I guess you might actually be the only one who really likes me.”

“I don’t think so,” you responded as you turned to face him again, drying your hands. “I like you a lot. You always make me laugh. Even when your jokes are super stupid, I still laugh."

Luke smiled slowly, his eyes lighting up with something softer, something he didn’t show often.

“Jim hates that,” you added with a grin. “He’s losing his title as the office comedian.”

“So that’s why he hates me?”

“He hates you because I like you.”

Oh, this time it was different. Luke could feel it—by the way your eyelids softened, the shine in your eyes, the slight lift of your shoulders. It bloomed warm in his chest, hotter than any cup of cocoa could ever manage.

“I like you too,” he replied casually, though his tone matched yours in quiet honesty. Even without more words, you both knew what he meant. “If your brother allows it, of course. Do I need to sign something, or should I have my uncle send over a memo? Because I can make that happen.”

“A real nepobaby, huh?” you teased, finally turning to look at him.

“It has its perks,” he grinned, giving a nonchalant shrug. “Now can we go back? Your brother’s staring at me like he’s about to pair me up with Dwight.”

“Oh, that would be awful,” you whispered, giggling softly. He couldn’t help it—he laughed too. Your laugh was far too infectious to resist.

“Yeah, like... they’d invent some beet-powered machine that chops off a piece of me every time I look at you.”

“And what would you do about that?”

“I don’t know… Crap. I think I’d disappear.” He joked, touching his own arms as if parts were missing. “Where am I? Guess I vanished from looking at you too much.”

“You’re so dumb,” you laughed, marveling at how he could be so effortlessly charming, so beautifully spontaneous—so Luke.

“It’s just my flirting technique,” he quipped, brushing invisible dust off his shirt. “That and dropping pens so you’d hand them back and I could sneak a glance.”

“So you were thinking everything through, huh?”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t use the same trick on me today, missy.” He smirked, ruffling your hair playfully.

“Yeah, but you started it.” You grinned, trying to fix your hair once his hand pulled away.

“Yeah, keep laughing and soon you're laughing in my bedroom.”

“What’s going on in here?” Jim appeared in the doorway, his eyes sharp like a warning shot.

“Luke helped me with a mug I dropped,” you explained, looking at your brother, who seemed far too invested in finding a hint of a lie.

“You drop a lot of stuff, huh, Luke?” Jim raised an eyebrow at the guy, who just shrugged.

“Gravity. Blame Isaac Newton. Oh wait—sorry, forgot. You can’t complain to your cousin.” Luke mocked, trying to stifle a grin.

Jim turned to you, jaw slack, completely stunned. But as soon as you started laughing, he rolled his eyes.

“Sorry, Jim. That was actually funny,” you admitted, covering your mouth, while your brother leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“You used to be better,” he remarked, trying to hold back before breaking into laughter too. “Watch your back, Luke. Might be a good idea to start sleeping with the doors locked.”

“Man, it’ll take you a while to crawl outta the Cretaceous period.”

“Don’t add fuel to the fire,” you scolded, grabbing Luke’s hand to stop the back-and-forth.

“Stay sharp,” Jim warned, throwing one last glance before disappearing down the hallway.

“I was seriously freaking out,” Luke confessed, shaking his hands like he was trying to loosen the nerves. The moment suddenly felt light—soft as a marshmallow.

“Doesn’t look like it. I can’t even picture you nervous.”

“Your brother’s terrifying.”

You laughed, resting your head on Luke’s shoulder. “He just looks scary. Inside, he’s like an underbaked carrot cake.”

“With frosting?”

“No flavor. Like his jokes.”

Luke snorted, but his eyes darted back to the doorway, half-expecting Jim to reappear holding a “Code Red” sign. You gave his hand a small squeeze, bringing him back.

“Relax. If he were really mad, he’d have launched into a three-paragraph speech with a Star Wars analogy.”

“He’s done that?”

“You have no idea.”

Luke shook his head, amazed. “Honestly, I think I’d take Darth Vader.”

“He’s definitely gonna hear that in the Christmas recap.”

You both laughed, and for a moment, the usual office noise seemed to vanish—keyboards, phones, even the steady drip of coffee brewing. It was just the two of you in that quiet little corner, balanced between humor and a kind of controlled danger.

Luke looked at you, more serious now. “You know... I don’t really mind getting lectured by Jim.”

“No?”

“No. It’s worth it. Like... if it means I get a little more time like this with you.”

Your face felt warm—not from embarrassment, but from that rare kind of heat that only someone as wildly unpredictable as Luke could ignite.

“Can I say you look insanely gorgeous today?” he murmured, fighting a smile.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Take it easy, Cooper. I haven’t even decided if I’m letting you sit with my family at Sunday lunch.”

“Can I bring dessert? Promise I make an awesome cup of chocolate with marshmallows.”

“Only if it’s better than your jokes.”

“Might need to ask your mom for help, then.”

You laughed again—that kind of laugh that slips out easily when your heart’s already made a decision, even if your head is still pretending it hasn’t.

[mvltisstuff]

could you do a jealous conrad fic?

don’t blame me - c.f

summary: request

conrad fisher x reader

a/n: thank you for the request <33

conrad felt bad for what he did, or he thought he felt bad. he knew it was for the best, but he saw how let down y/n was.

he had to, though. he new this new guy was bad news. y/n was just his new target, someone who didn’t know what he was all about. this guy just used girls left and right for his own gain. conrad just wanted her to be ok in the end. she’d be more hurt if conrad didn’t stop it.

she was trying to ignore everything in her mind that she had for conrad. y/n always admired him. he was always her favorite, and days were better when conrad was in them. she was scared to fall in love with him so fast, because her biggest fear is pushing him away. on the other hand, conrad was undoubtedly falling for y/n very quickly. he panicked, he didn’t know what to do but to stop whatever she’s doing.

it all rooted from jealousy, but it branched out into protection of y/n and her precious heart. he wouldn’t dare to watch it break when he could do something about it. so, he scouted for the phone number of the boy y/n was seeing. he tried so hard to force him to stay away from y/n, and just to leave her alone. but, of course, the stubbornness got the best of the other party, and he wanted more. y/n was an easy girl to just add to your body count and get things you need from her to him. to conrad, she was more. she could easily become his whole world.

that’s when the deal was made. conrad paid the guy to stop seeing y/n. conrad figured it would only last until he found another girl, so he obliged. even though y/n wasn’t head over heels for this guy, it still hurt watching him slowly get less interested. she watched as he stopped answering and started making excuses. naturally, y/n thought she was the problem, when that was the furthest from the truth. she wasn’t the problem, she was the solution.

she was dragged by the ear to this bonfire. all her friends were there, but belly was the one who truly wanted her to come. she slipped on a nice outfit, and went out anyway. she sipped at another truly and eyed conrad with his beer. he was doing the most simple task, talking and drinking with his friends. y/n swore she saw an angel in front of her, though. his short curl that came in front of his forehead, the shining of his gleaming eyes and smile. there was never a part of conrad, inside and out, that y/n didn’t praise in her mind.

her night was going smoothly, until he arrived. he walked in with a few others hanging off his shoulder, surrounded by his friends. he pushed the girls off and walked over to conrad. “hey, buddy!”

“listen, man-“

“uh-uh, where’s my money?” he asks conrad, making y/n’s face scrunch in confusion as she stands up.

“i already gave you what you asked for.”

“this was your fucking idea, fisher!” conrad stands up, leveling his eyes with the guy in front of him. he notices y/n to the side, looking almost fearful about what the two may be interacting about. “if you don’t want to pay me, that’s fine, just know that it’s now your name she’ll be screaming tonight.”

just then, something flicked on in conrad. his instinct to connect his fist with his face was awoken, carrying out the act. everyone heard the clean punch on the boys jaw, causing him to fall back into his friends arms. they push him to the side, stepping up to conrad, trying to make themselves seem taller. “yeah, let them fight your battles like a pussy. don’t even go near her again.”

conrad walks off the beach, disappearing into the grassy hills on the beach. y/n storms after him, tuning out the calls from her friends or anyone else shouting her name.

“conrad!” she yells.

“y/n, i’m just gonna go home-“

“what was that? and you’re not just walking away because you’ve been off around me for weeks. ever since he stopped seeing me,” she grabs his arm as he tries to turn away, looking at his reddening knuckles. “you’re explaining everything to me.”

she walks with him back to the fishers beach house, summoning away to a bathroom and closing the door. she takes out a first aid kit, and starts caring for his sore hand. “i’m sorry.”

“for what?” y/n asks.

“i never wanted to hurt you, and i need you to know that.”

“conrad,” she sighs. “i know you’d never hurt me. please just tell me what’s going on.”

“he’s not a good guy. at all. he was just using you. i didn’t want to break your heart by telling you so i tried to just let you down easy. so i told him to stay away from you, and he asked for money.”

y/n pauses, looking into his eyes feeling nothing but lost. she didn’t know if she should be pissed at conrad, or at anyone else. he could’ve just said something. she looks away, “oh.”

“no, no,” he says, putting his ok hand on her chin, bringing her eyes back up to meet his. “but i need you to know how much i’m falling for you. i wish i could take every second back that i never told you. but i’ve been falling deeper for you every single day. you can be pissed off or whatever you want but i needed you to know-“

she cuts of his blabbing by placing her lips against his, letting his words be cut off by the kiss. she lets his hand rest on the side of her face as he just moves deeper into the kiss. before anything progresses, she pulls away. “you’re an idiot if you think i haven’t been wanting you this whole time. i just wish you told me instead of bargaining behind my back.”

“you’ll never have to worry about that again. you’re mine now, and i’ll make sure of it.”

[dippindaz]

aaa I really liked your AHS headcanons post, may I request HCs for Jimmy Darling with a partner who's really sweet but also knows how to throw hands when it comes to people making fun of him :D

Thank you!!! I love this idea and highkey, Jimmy is so underrated smh.

Jimmy Darling x Sweet-but-Scrappy Reader Headcanons

Warnings: Fights mentioned and hurt knuckles, bullying/insulting mentioned, very brief mention of Jimmy being turned on.

When Jimmy first meets you, he’s drawn in by your soft voice and gentle smile. You treat everyone with kindness, including the “freaks” the outside world ridicules. He thinks you’re too good for the grit of the carnival world—but oh, he has no idea.

You’ll absolutely throw hands when needed, but your usual approach is verbal judo. You’ve mastered the art of the cutting insult wrapped in honey. You’ll call someone a “tragic little thing with no home training” and still smile sweetly—and Jimmy has to bite his lip to stop from cracking up.

Jimmy’s used to defending people, especially his family at the freak show. So the first time someone runs their mouth about his hands and you square up before he even has a chance to react? Man’s jaw drops. He’s a little embarrassed, but secretly proud—and maybe a tiny bit turned on. Okay, actually a lotta bit.

The way you can go from baking pies and humming to absolutely laying someone out has Jimmy constantly flustered. He'll just be sitting there like, how did I land someone so sweet and so terrifying?

“You said WHAT about my man?!” energy. You may look soft, but the moment someone insults Jimmy within earshot, it’s on sight. You won’t start a fight, but you will finish one. Jimmy has to physically pull you back a few times—half laughing, half worried you’ll actually knock someone’s teeth out.

The “Don’t You Dare” look. Jimmy learns to recognize the look you give people when they even think about insulting him or the others. It’s subtle—just a slight narrowing of your eyes, a little tilt of your head—but he knows. And he loves it. It’s like you’re saying, “Try it. I dare you.”

He gets a little jealous sometimes. People notice you—how could they not? You’re warm and kind, the kind of person others gravitate toward. And when someone flirts a little too boldly, Jimmy gets that possessive look in his eye. But you always loop your arm through his and go, “Can’t blame them, baby. You do have excellent taste,” and he’s instantly smug again.

After a confrontation, even if you were the one throwing punches, you always check on him first. “Are you okay, baby boy?” you ask, cradling his face like he’s a precious object. He melts every single time.

You constantly remind him that his hands are beautiful, that he’s beautiful—and you mean it. Not just during tender moments, but casually too, like, “God, your hands look so good in the sunlight,” while you’re handing him coffee.

You help him see his worth. You’re not just there to protect him physically—you lift him emotionally. When Jimmy starts slipping into those dark thoughts, you pull him into your arms and say things like, “You’re not broken. You’re brave. And I love every part of you.” He’ll pretend he’s fine, but your words always stay with him.

You’re his anchor. When the chaos of the world or his own trauma gets too heavy, Jimmy leans into your calm. You’re his soft place to land—unless someone’s pushing him down. Then you’re the storm that sweeps in and clears the path.

Jimmy’s lowkey obsessed. He tells the others, “They’re sweet as sugar, but don’t let that fool you. They knocked out a guy in Gainesville for calling me a freak.” He beams with pride every time he tells the story.

You patch up his knuckles, he patches up yours. Jimmy might be the one in fights most of the time, but on the occasions you go in swinging? He’s right there after, gently wrapping your bruised hands and kissing your knuckles like they’re sacred. “You’re too good to be fightin’ for someone like me,” he mumbles. And you’re like, “Shut up. You’re everything.”

Post-fight with anyone, you and Jimmy have a ritual. Warm bath, soft blankets, maybe some whiskey if it’s been a rough day. He traces little circles on your back and says, “You didn’t have to do that,” and you just kiss his shoulder and say, “Yes I did.”

You and Jimmy stay up whispering about the future. Maybe you’ll have a little house far from the noise, maybe you’ll stay with the show forever. But it’s always “we,” never “me.” He never thought he’d have that.

Your sweetness inspires him. Jimmy's seen a lot of cruelty, but being with you softens him. Makes him believe in second chances. You never judge him for his past or his rage, you just hold his hand through it. It makes him try to be softer too. For you.

When things go down at the freak show, you’re right there beside Jimmy. You help patch people up, make sure everyone’s okay—but if someone threatens Jimmy or the others, your sweet tone drops into something cold and lethal.

Everyone at the show adores you both. You bring cookies and bandages and hugs, but you also don’t tolerate any disrespect toward anyone. You’ve got that “mom friend who will fight your ex” energy, and they all feel safer knowing you’re around.

[sakuraswordly]

Punch: Neither of us should have been born in this cruel world. Because of you...I became so unstable and crazy. But I promised myself that if one day I found someone who was exactly like me, I would come to help and save someone who was exactly like me. The more I'm with you....I feel happiness that I never felt before.....because you exist....that's why I never felt alone....because you're here, Mr Gilgamesh....that's why I can move forward. You feel the same way as I do, right, my brother? Gilgamesh: I am like a curse from the beginning, and you’ll have to cut loose from it. Punch: I am a "Freak" too. So? Should I live too?

Gilgamesh: You don't know how much I hate.....I hate myself for being too perfect!! To know everything!! All of this....MAKE ME MORE ALONE!!

Peter: .............

Gilgamesh: Make me... lonely... so that no one will understand me... even you, Peter... because you're not like me at all... this is also my burden... the burden of knowledge... and I am the only one who knows everything and can accept everything...I never ask to know....I never asked to become like this....

Punch: ..........You scared yourself a lot, haven't you? To act tough, to laugh, to even hurt someone you don't want to hurt. I understand that very well....I too....I hate myself for being perfect... makes me so much alone.....don't have someone like a best friend...to be able with me to the end of the world...I'm pretending I'm fine and tough...but that's not true at all.....but now.....being with you.....because we're perfect....I have you...The more I'm with you....I feel happiness that I never felt before.....because you exist....that's why I never felt alone!!

Gilgamesh: ..........!

Punch: You feel the same way as I do, right, my brother?

Gilgamesh: *Nod*....that's right......I'm never alone at all......I'm thinking the same way as you are as well. *Sob*

Punch: You're my everything. I'm glad you were born, it makes me proud I was born in this world as well.....so please.....don't blame yourself again, please.....if you still blame yourself, I blame myself too....

Peter: You two, let's laugh together.....don't just keep the burden to yourself.....you two are more than important to be born to this world...to exist....

*Flashback*

Gilgamesh: I always laugh a lot. I need to laugh because I have to as King who's a ray of light. A lot of my people depend on me. I learned to practice laughing when I’m feeling sad, you know?

Punch: You still sad even Peter, me and Enkidu were finally here with you, PUNCH.

Gilgamesh: I mean--you knew what would happen next right?

Punch: Wanna scream?

Gilgamesh: Already had done. Come to think of it.... at this top of my palace, I always came here to stargazing every time. This reminds me....I always laugh a lot. I need to laugh because I have to as King who's a ray of light. A lot of my people depend on me. I learned to practice laughing when I’m feeling sad, you know?

Punch: ...........then why don't you laugh out loud?!

Gilgamesh: Wait---I need to do it again?

Punch: Come on, show me! No one's here. C'mon!

Gilgamesh: *Deep breath* Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha. A...…umm...ah ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Punch: Err.....maybe you shouldn’t laugh anymore.

Gilgamesh: Ah ha hahahaha!

Punch: *Giggles*

Gilgamesh: Ahahahahaha!

Punch: *In hale* one two....

Punch & Gilgamesh: Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha! *And they broke laughter for real*

Punch: Oh my god! This is sooo weird!

Gilgamesh: *Still laughing* This is all your fault, Punch!

Punch: But thank you.....I want my journey to be full of laughter.

Gilgamesh: So you also too......but now, I'm happy because you're here, exist. If we should get separated, always remember each other even that laughter we had just now, I'll come here for you.

Punch: Me too. I promise.

Gilgamesh: Well, let’s go. *They turn and find Punch's group staring.* What’re you looking at?

Peter: We were just worried you guys might’ve gone crazy. Your voice of laughter is so loud and we came here to check.

Enkidu: You two are now happy?

Punch & Gilgamesh: *Nod*

.

Gilgamesh: Have you ever met any real gods?

Punch: Maybe.

Gilgamesh: I wonder if they're really happy.

Punch: What do you mean?

Gilgamesh: They're like heroes to all those mongrels, the protector and the ruler of this world. But they're not like that at all. They were just cheats because they got some kind of special surgery, didn't they?

Punch: Yep, just like you said.

Gilgamesh: My people said normal is their happiness that makes normal the greatest happiness, right?

Punch: ....................

Gilgamesh: Those gods.....being a god is kinda of....weird.

Punch: I see, weird huh?

Gilgamesh: And they're not mercy. They're so scary and horrified. They fight, and torture, and they love it. I don't understand why they're happy doing that.

Punch: I am no longer human and I'm not sorry.

Gilgamesh: Oh........

Punch: At first I wondered why humans were so cruel and happy to see their own people hurt, that's why I hate humans.....but, that makes you hate gods too.

Gilgamesh: People around me hate me too.

Punch: Those Gods, huh.....

Gilgamesh: I'm not normal, right?

Punch: Even being one, we are still not normal, huh.

Gilgamesh: ..............

Punch: .............

Gilgamesh: You still have beautiful eyes.

Punch: Me?

Gilgamesh: Uh huh.

Punch: You like them? Then take a closer look. Eyes infused with non-human power are our trademark.

Gilgamesh: Oh you!

Punch: See? Even the colours from our eyes were like the night in the sky, right?

Gilgamesh: Yes, they're not normal but they're still normal. I accept that.

Punch: I'll admit it, things haven't been normal at all lately. What about you? Do you have any problems with this weird day of your life?

Gilgamesh: Nope, just the opposite. I thought it would be just another boring day, but then suddenly, some mongrel fell out of nowhere.

Punch: And that's not that bad at all.

Gilgamesh: Sure...........

Punch: Your father.....I hope we can save him. Don't worry, if you want to cry, I'll always be here for you.

Gilgamesh: Yeah, it'll be fine. I'm sure of it......

*End of Flashback*

Punch: Yeah, well, the world’s broken. You can’t trust anyone.

Gilgamesh: Or maybe the world’s broken because you don’t trust anyone.

Punch: Is that the reason you became a leader?

Gilgamesh: I am both the centre of trust and the centre of hate. Without accepting both the bad and the good side. You see how the world is broken.

Punch: You sound like Sonic.

Gilgamesh: .........isn't wrong to believe in yourselves? Just like trusting?

Punch: Being people is hard. You lie to get what you want. I really wanted to believe Sonic. I really wanted to believe that we could unite every life to live together and fight together. But after I see what happens in gods Era. I don't want to trust anyone anymore! It's just a fairytale, PUNCH. In the end, your country was already failing.

Gilgamesh: That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try.

Punch: And I did. And you know what happened? I got kicked in the back by someone who gave me a gift. Look around! Look around, our world is an orphan's world because people can't stop fighting to be the great lord to rule the world and other planets! Their greed, both non-human and human, won't stop. The cycle of war won't end, PUNCH! Wanna know why the end of the world wants to destroy this entire universe? It’s because they don’t deserve the miracle!

Gilgamesh: Hmm.... explaining is super hard, I see. Yes, the cycle of war won't stop, but that does not mean we cannot create the peaceful world we had dreamed of.

Punch: I am done trying. The only thing important to me now is to save Peter and you, and fight the end of the world.

Gilgamesh: Hmm.....how about this? You trust me? *Raise his hand to prepare for a handshake like at that event.*

Punch: Huh?

Gilgamesh: I’m going to show you that you’re wrong, my hate. By proving to you that if you wanna to unite every life to live together, you have to give a little trust first.

Punch: Sigh....*Not Hesitant to raise her hand to shake Gil's hands* I trust you, PUNCH, I always trust you. I believe even gods and humans coexist together, humans and spirits too, despite I don't believe we can be trusted anymore.

Gilgamesh: …but you must never forget. When that time comes, your inescapable fate of death will come to you. But regardless, we have no choice but to fight against the end of the world. For the sake of many lives that ties in our hands. This is our reason for moving forward.

Punch: Mr Gilgamesh.....you're included too. You're the reason I can move forward.

Gilgamesh: Me? I'm just someone who does not deserve to replace your life my duty is to do the mission that the god of nothingness, Tsubasa left me behind. I walked the path of carnage. So you don't have to worry about an unnatural death. I'm not different from a tool or weapon or A.I. or……

Punch: Nevertheless, I want to protect you. I want to return to where you and I supposed to be. These are my true feelings for you, PUNCH. You knew you understood me the most, right? I still can't remember all the time we spent together, but it seems some of my memories have not disappeared.

Gilgamesh: Oh right......I forgot.*Soft laugh*

Punch: PUNCH..... Do you have any you want from me this time? Even I still can't remember all the memories that we once spent time together in the prime world timeline.

Gilgamesh: You just came for me. That's good enough.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

what did you think about wiege miss raven …

It was cute 🥰

BRO 💀 LUKA IS SO HOPELESSLY IN LOVE AND DOWN BAD FOR HYUNA… He’s smiling like a kid in a candy store and blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush when a GUN is pointed at his head??? Wanting to run to her and embrace her anyway, with zero regard for his own situation or how she might react negatively to him??? Kissing her missing poster (even though kissing isn’t really a thing in their society?) He’s literally SO mentally ill and obsessed with her… This is toxic and codependent het, I KNOW IT IS 👁️👄👁️

The song this time was admittedly not my favorite, honestly (its tone is sort of haunting)—but I love what it represents… A pure lullaby, holding all the hope for a peaceful and happy future. It’s probably one of the few songs Luka ever sang without intent to manipulate or harm his duet partner.

I loved seeing more gaps in the story being filled in!! Mizi after being rescued and Hyuna trying to calm her down, Hyunwoo’s presence in general, Hyuna competing in Alien Stage, Luka and the other children in Anakt Garden… Ooogh, and those flashes to an alternate universe where everyone is alive, well, and involved in their passions… Luka and Hyuna with their matching rings (not sure if they’re promise bands, engagement rings, or wedding rings)?? It was nice but I feel like I might not be as invested in their relationship if that AU lacks the ✨ spice ✨ of being enemies.

LITTLE LUKA WAS SO PRECIOUS BUT ALSO SUCH A LONER LOSER OTL Laying his head against her… Him sitting under that tree alone and huddled up, counting his fingers to pass the time… Hyuna casually joining him… The pure joy that brings him… Hyuna going in for what seems to be a hug, only for the scene to cut to her body slumping on his AFTER BEING SHOT WHILE PROTECTING HIM 💀 That was absolutely FOUL…

TILL, MY BELOVED SON… He didn’t show up a lot this song, but I loved seeing him having so much freedom and creativity. Spray painting, drawing, just acting like a Normal Human Being and not constantly lashing out and being violently subdued 💦 I always feel like I’ve been punched in the gut myself when he’s harmed. Poor guy… He deserves all the happiness in the world.

dhjsvajFagfDah DONmT yhINK i FORgoT MIZI eiThER. Girliepop is fr going through it??? Still having trauma visions of Sua… LOSING HYUNA NOW… and now she’s left with that fucker whose ass she beat in a fit of rage 😭 which does NOT bode well. THE MURDER IN MIzi’S EYES AT THE ENd, HOLY ShIT. I am half expecting the next installment to just be her wailing on Luka, maybe blaming him for what happened to Hyuna and still holding a grudge for using Sua’s death in such a despicable way.

Hyuna’s final words to Luka were so 👌 It wasn’t too long, it wasn’t too short… It was the perfect length and it conveyed everything she needed to tell him. How important he truly is to her, how she hates him because she loves him; he is and always was her one and only weakness, how all she wishes in her final moments is for Luka to live life to its fullest—even the ugly bits. That he should forgive himself and love himself no matter what…

“Luka, live with love. Embrace the pain, the frailty, and the moments so unbearably shameful. Forgive yourself… Again and again, endlessly. Because everything… begins from there.”

P.S. I feel like I definitely got lost on some parts of the story 😅 I wasn’t sure how to interpret that scene where Luka was covered in blood and there were a bunch of his dead clones (?) in tanks?? Is the implication supposed to be that the aliens were trying to make the perfect performer and the Luka we know now is the ideal test tube baby…? I see his hand on what appears to be a control panel of some kind?? So did he accidentally kill the clones?? And I’m not sure why the random gunman tried to shoot Luka. Isn’t Hyuna the leader of the resistance? Why didn’t she command them to stop? Why did she throw herself in harm’s way instead? Was it a spur of the moment or adrenaline fueled move? Did the gunman really dislike Luka or what he represents + want to kill him so badly they disregarded orders to let him go?

P.P.S. Sorry to Ivan fans… I do not have much to remark on other than the opinion I have always held, which is “Man has killer eyelashes.”

P.P.P.S. I actually didn’t cry! 👍 vxjsneksksk I live for angst like this, so I was eating it all up like a bag of chips.

Really looking forward to seeing where things will go from here on out! The resistance is lacking a leader now; will Mizi step up?! What’s going to happen to Luka, is he going to be taken as a hostage and slowly come around to join the resistance? How are the aliens going to retaliate? Will the competitor even continue at this rate? So many interesting questions!

[pearlywritings]

A nickname's origin

synopsis: after meeting your lover's family and having a great start of your trip to Morepesok, Childe wakes you early in the morning, because he has something to show you...

prompt: 21

requested by: a lovely anon

pairing: Childe x fem!reader

tw: fluff, established relationship, usage of Childe's real name

word count: 1.5k+ words

a/n: part of my Token of appreciation writing event! Closed now, still have 3 more requests to write.

“Isn’t the scenery marvelous?”

It absolutely is. Snowy planes sparkle in the rising sun as if the ground is covered by richest furs and most precious gems - it’s almost blinding. The giant pine trees look enormous even kilometers away from you, creating a thick forestland; you remember how your lover told you that it is home for many species you can’t find anywhere but Snezhnaya. Looking back, you release a puff of warm air, adoring the sight of wooden cottages - or how the locals call those izba’s - lining perfectly, each with a fence, which is carved with intricate patterns and charms to protect from evil spirits. Smoke curls from the chimneys and it immediately reminds you where you are.

Outside. In the early hours of the morning.

“Wish we were watching it from the inside of your family’s house,” yawning, you reach to adjust the scarf - along with the hat it was knitted by his mom and gifted to you with the warmest of smiles. It’s been just a couple of minutes since you two exited the village and the cold is already biting the few uncovered areas of your face.

Ajax laughs. Heartily, with his hands resting on his hips and head thrown back. Of course, he is laughing, of course he’s going to suffer less - he was born and lived all his life in such an environment.

“It’s not funny!” Your huff is ignored and a punch that was aimed to his shoulder is easily caught by his palm. 

“Sorry, sorry. I just imagined how my siblings would’ve been glued to your sides and mama and papa continued their yesterday’s quest to ask you hundreds of questions. Don’t be mad, I thought you’d like to have a little break, at least for half a day, my fierce ounce.”

Ounce. That’s what he’s been calling you for the longest time now, yet never, never, telling you what that means (but he did assure you it’s a good thing, he loves you after all). However, he promised to show you once you come with him to Snezhnaya to visit his family.

To make it short - here you are, in Morepesok, at dawn, with your gingerhead of a fiance, motivated to stay in this harsh weather only to finally find out what or who was your lover’s inspiration behind his nickname for you.

“You have a point,” you sigh. You are happy his relatives were excited to meet and accept you, so much joy filled your heart yesterday, when you arrived. But dealing with so many people drained you - just a second of your head touching the pillow was enough to send you right to the gates of the dreamland. “I need some energy-refill before being ready to maintain a proper conversation with them again…”

“Don’t forget that the whole village wants to meet a lovely bride I brought with me,” it makes your groan.

“Is that really necessary..?”

“It’s a tradition. But it’s going to be fine, I promise,” the snow crunches under his heavy felt boots as he steps closer, arms circling your waist, and lips touching the bridge of your nose, making you close your eyes. Oh, the frost is already brimming your eyelashes. “Mama and papa are going to organize a feast - to celebrate you, to show you are a part of the family now, and our neighbors are going to come to congratulate us and bring some presents.”

“Well, I like presents,” his words and embrace soothe you, and you bury your face into the fur of his sheepskin coat. “And I like people acknowledging our relationship.”

“See? It’s a win-win,” he grins widely, boyishly, and it’s enough to reassure you. After all, you won’t be alone - he will be by your side.

“Alright, alright. Now, can we move? it’s getting cold, even with all these extra layers of clothes…”

“Sorry, baby. See that forest? There are mountains on the other side, that’s where we are heading to.”

“Wait, we’ll have to climb?” You look at him incredulously, perfectly aware that neither your clothes, nor your abilities are suitable for such an activity. Childe pats your back reassuringly.

“Nope, simply observe from a good spot. Come on, to that house to the left my dear, I made an agreement with Uncle Vladislav to give us a ride. Don't let go of my hand, alright? The path can be a bit slippery.”

The first experience of riding in the sleigh drawn by horses was magical. Though it was open, you had a very warm fur blanket covering your legs, snuggling into Childe’s side, taking in the vast snow fields surrounding you. Uncle Vladislav appeared to be a nice old man, with a long beard and bushy white eyebrows that almost covered his gray eyes. Before the ride he let you offer some carrots to the three beautiful white horses and gently pat their big noses. And during the ride he managed to entertain you with all kinds of stories of local folklore - his words perfectly flying behind his back and to you, and then he even started singing. Something about three white horses named December, January and February taking him somewhere into the ringing snowy far far away. You even managed to doze off a little - your lover had to shake you out of it when you finally arrived.

“Wow, we’ve ridden right into the forest?” You can’t help but ask in astonishment - from the distance the forest looked absolutely dense, but now you can clearly see a road wide enough to get through the way you did.

“Cool, right?” The smiling gingerhead offers you his hand, before turning to the old man. “Uncle, it can take some time, sure you want to wait for us?”

“Haha, that’s a funny thing you ask, chap. If I make you walk back your mother will have my head. Not that I was going to do so in the first place. Don’t worry about the cold - for the worst case scenario I have a bottle of fire-water with me. Might offer you and your girl to take a sip when you return.”

“Hope, it won’t be necessary!” Clasping his gloved fingers around yours, clad in mittens, the young man leads you away with a giddy look in his eyes.

“Sooo, are you ready to see a real ounce?” That wide boyish smile is back on his face and excitement exhilarates in your system. Ready? You were born ready. At your enthusiastic nods Childe presses his nose to your temple, gently rubbing in affection. “Great, because we are almost here. But please, be careful. Even with all that snow you can easily trip. And above all, do not let go…” his hold on your hand tightens. “For any reason, understood?”

“Ajax, if you tell me this one more time, I will let go. You've been telling me this since yesterday as if there is danger looming over me. Then again, how are you gonna protect me with one hand occupied? Or- Oh. Ooooh~” a smug smile appears on your lips. “Is my darling clingy~?”

He whines something about being worried and protecting you with no hands at all, to which you just laugh, promising that you are just teasing. And it's not like you can resist his adorable devoted clinginess - thus the lock of hands stays unbroken.

Not a couple of minutes later you are standing in a clear spot among the rows of trees which is enough to see the side of the mountain above the coniferous tops. Your lover is squinting, sharp eyes searching the expanse of the rocky surface. You patiently wait, quickly realizing that it’s pointless to stare there not knowing what you are looking for. Besides, admiring Ajax doing such a concentrated face is a treat.

Finally his eyes widen and a toothy grin tugs his mouth wide.

“Well, my dear, we are lucky. Look at that cliff.”

Trying your best to follow the direction of his unoccupied hand pointing you to lift your gaze. A thin ribbon of steam is momentarily broken when your breath hitches - and there is a solid reason for it.

A majestically looking large cat is getting ready to make a jump to the next protruding ledge. Fur is whitish to grey with black spots on the head and neck, with larger rosettes on the back, flanks and bushy tail. Oh, the tail. It’s so long and thick, like a whole other body. And then the animal jumps, flawlessly landing on all paws and getting a nice stretch, as if showing off specifically for the two of you.

“It’s a snow leopard,” your partner explains. “But here we call them ‘ounces’.”

“It’s… It’s so pretty…” You can’t take your eyes from the creature, so perfect among the snowy mountains.

“Part of the reason I gave you this nickname,” he embraces you from behind, putting his chin on top of your head and gently rocking your body in place. “Another part is because you are fierce and strong and also I really loved these animals when I was a kid. Always begged dad to take me hunting birds just to see the cats.”

“Aww, it’s so sweet,” despite the freezing cold your heart melts and you put your palms on top of his locked on your stomach. “But why being a tease and calling me a word I don’t know? Why not ‘my snow leopard’ instead?”

“About that… Let’s just say I wanted to keep the intrigue and increase my chances when convincing you to visit my homeland.”

A sheepish chuckle that follows makes you want to give him a little punch, but you quickly decide against it. Admittedly, Ajax did everything perfectly - this whole trip to Morepesok has been excellent so far, and he did not disappoint with the inspiration behind this unique term of endearment.

“Can we watch it a little bit more?” 

“As long as you want, my pretty ounce."

[socialfakes]

the devils in the details- luke hughes

chapter 1; part 4: lost at the lake house

nhl players x platonic!fem!reader

eventual luke hughes x fem!reader

nico hischier x fem!reader

the masterlist

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yourinstagram | lake house days > everything ❤   tagged: lhughes_06, jackhughes, _quinnhughes, trevorzegras, jamie.drysdale, colecaufield, edwards.73, rutgermcgroarty

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edwards.73 oh what fun times we had this summer 😃

user11 where's nico?😭 | nicohischier wasn't invited 😔😉 | yourinstagram he's with family but we will see him soon 😊

jackhughes favorite memory of the summer? go!  | yourinstagram hitting you in the face with a melted marshmallow 😂  | jackhughes funny because mine is when you slipped off the boat 😏  | yourinstagram slipped is not the word i would use 🙄  | colecaufield she didn’t slip. you tackled her right off the boat and into the water 😂  | trevorzegras my favorite memory was any time y/n was nice to me 😂  | yourinstagram it was rare so enjoy it

lhughes_06 my favorite part of the summer was when everyone was swimming around for a bit and we got back on the boat and abandoned them 😂  | yourinstagram dude jack & trevor were so pissed & that is why i loved it so much 😂  | _quinnhughes so that’s why you guys came running back inside that day like you were about to be killed?  | yourinstagram you bet 😂  | jamie.drysdale you’re lucky i was able to calm them down 😂  | lhughes_06 thanks for saving our asses jamie 😂

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yourinstagram | super smiley best friend and one of a kind lover 😍   tagged: nicohischier

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lhughes_06 lover?

user16 somehow knew it was nico 😏

jackhughes still can’t get over your relationship. It’s too cute honestly

bboeser 😊

nicohischier I love you 😘❤

user12 how long have you guys been together?  | yourinstagram almost 2 years 😊

_quinnhughes 😊

user07 this is the first post i saw about this relationship and although I hoped for you to be with luke, I like that you’re happy

njdevils what a precious smile 😊

user13 im sorry but im in love with your boyfriend 😍  | yourinstagram me too 😊

user17 almost 2 years and you’ve kept the secret the whole time? That’s insanely impressive ☺

juliasmith he’s adorable 😊  | yourinstagram 🙄

user01 nico needs to be protected at all costs. he's too precious ❤  | yourinstagram yes I agree 😃

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lhughes_06 | wish i could go back to the umich days when feelings didn’t hurt as much 😐

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jackhughes such a happy boy surrounded by the best teammates 😊

user12 such a smiley boy. i love it ❤

edwards.73 fun times 🎉

user13 what’s the caption supposed to mean?

_quinnhughes you got this, luke. she’s just a girl  | lhughes_06 she’s not though

nicohischier channel those emotions into the game and you’ll feel better. love you buddy 😊

user14 sorry to say but feelings don’t hurt any less, whether they’re the past or present. turns out you just gotta roll with the punches, pookie. sorry you’re feeling this way though. love you ❤

elblue6 come back my smiley boy ❤

juliasmith ❤❤  | lhughes_06 😊❤

user15 who’s hurting my baby? 😫  | user13 i'm thinking it may be y/n but it could be someone else  | user15 oh now that you mention it, she didn’t like the post and she hasn’t commented yet when she’s usually the first to comment on luke’s stuff

user16 i miss my happy boy 😔

yourinstagram you look so cute pookie ❤

user17 guys who’s juliasmith and why does her name keep popping up everywhere?

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Yandere Hades, Lucifer, Beelzebub, Hujun, and platonic Zero ( I know I spelled his name wrong 😭 ) falling in love with a sweet nun darling that's the equivalent of doomslayer. Bonus points if the darling is their opponent. Please and thank you 🌟

When I first read this all I could think of what this nun! I’ll make her kick ass awesome because I don’t know Doomslayer, but I get the basic idea of it 😊

-When (God) entered the arena first, he anticipated who his opponent was going to be, feeling pumped from the previous fights, wanting to have an equally as enjoyable match.

-Many were outraged when you walked out, seeing a nun, you looked so young, but so stunning, holding your rosary beads in your hands.

-He was stunned, seeing a nun and instantly sent a glare up at Brunnhilde, annoyed at her choice but was thrown off, seeing that the valkyrie didn’t look worried at all, a confident grin on her lips.

-He turned back to you as you had bowed your head, bringing your rosary to your forehead, eyes closing as you said a small prayer before you handed your beads to Heimdall for safekeeping, something he didn’t mind after you asked him.

-(God) pulled out his weapon, preparing and he froze as you pulled out two handguns and your leg appeared out from a slit in your dress, still covered and wearing combat boots.

-Jaws dropped all around and heart eyes appeared in the eyes of many as you spoke, “I shall do everything in my power that is my lord’s power, to protect humanity.” (God) swallowed hard, finding you very attractive, even for a holy maiden such as yourself.

-His eyes seemed to shake as he dodged your bullets, watching your boot heel catch his weapon to spin it away, he wanted to defile that purity, something about you made him want you more and more!

-Hades- You were easily kicking his ass, from your guns to hidden knives you seem to have hidden everywhere to your boots, and he was impressed and turned on all at the same time. He managed to disarm you, throwing his own weapon away before catching your hands, his eyes boring down into your own but before he could say anything you swung up with your feet, nailing him in the chin, sending him flying back before you adjusted your dress, smoothing out the wrinkles. He sat up, holding his chin and seemed to grin like a feral monster, “You’re just making this more exciting!!” you dodged his first punch, then his second, but his knee slamming into your midsection- you missed that one as you went to the ground hard, gasping for air. Hades picked you up, smiling down at you, “Don’t worry, nobody will ever be able to hurt you again.”

-Lucifer- Was impressed with your marksmanship and skills in combat, he had never met a nun who could fight as well as you, he hadn’t met any nuns who would fight- but still! Each blow you landed on him seemed to ignite his blood more and more, wanting to feel more of what you were willing to give him. He caught your hand, disarming you of the knife you were holding, and he felt the smooth skin of your hand, he instantly wanted to touch every inch of you, he wanted to ruin you, make you think of nobody else but him, not even your precious god. But first, he needed to beat you because right at the moment you were kicking his ass, but now that he had a goal, he was going to fight harder and harder to have you for his own.

-Beelzebub- You were so beautiful, so stunning, even as you glared, your eyes narrowing to fire off another bullet at him. Your skills were very impressive, something he admitted early on in the match, as you quickly had him on the defense, trying his best to block your blows with the help of his shield, but you were fast and he had to be constantly moving, following your movements. Your fluid, elegant movements, every shift of your legs and arms, how your chest was heaving from your slight pants, getting a good work out, everything about you made his want for you only grow. He darted forward quickly, disarming you, and you surprised him when he tried to knock you out by headbutting him, knocking him back. You weren’t going without a fight, one that he was willing to give you.

-Hajun- Your purity screamed at him, like a beacon in the night, it made him salivate, able to smell how pure you were- how he wanted to taste it. He wanted to savor your purity before defiling you, keeping you all for himself, forever and always. He wanted to lock you away so nobody else could see you, wanting to be selfish and keep you all for himself. You were going to become his and his alone! However, he wasn’t expecting you to jump up and managed to send him face first into the ground in a vicious guillotine kick. You leapt back as he started to glow and your eyes widened, seeing a child falling out of him, Zerofuku, the core of Hajun’s being.

-Zerofuku- He sat up, looking confused before he saw you coming over and he instantly leapt up, hugging you, “Thank you! You saved me!” you were a little thrown off by his affections but hugged him gently as Hajun groaned, shifting to sit up. Zerofuku took your hand, beaming up at you, “You’re the winner so let’s run, I’ll keep you safe!” his declaration warmed your heart, hearing the promise of this child and you nodded, taking his hand after you grabbed your prayer beads from Heimdall and ran off together. Zerofuku smiled up at you with fondness in his eyes, he wanted to keep you safe and keep you all to himself, you were his savior after all.