#i hope you enjoy!!

[hopeinthebox]

bts + make up a guy

[onejellyfishplease]

Chapter 39: Our First Fall Togther has been posted!

[stardust-falling]

The Winds May Change

requested by @corvus-attano on ko-fi

Fandom: SVSSS Pairing: Yue Qingyuan & Shen Jiu Summary: Newly-named head disciple Shang Qinghua realizes that the story has gone off-course when he notices that Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu are a lot more friendly with one another than they should be. Words: 1.4k

Shang Qinghua, formerly known as the Great Master Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky, was facing a dilemma: the protagonist hadn’t even arrived yet, and things had already gone off-course from his original work!

It was hard to pinpoint where exactly the change had happened, and now he was swearing at himself up and down for not paying enough attention to certain individuals during his time on Cang Qiong Mountain’s periphery as a lowly outer disciple of An Ding Peak— he should have noticed that a defining relationship of one exceedingly important character had turned out to be completely opposite from the way it was supposed to be.

The character in question was none other than that endlessly unfortunate scum villain, Shen Qingqiu. Now, Shen Qingqiu had only a few key relationships in the original work. Most important, of course, was his bitter cruelty toward the protagonist, and second after that was his far more complicated relationship with Yue Qingyuan. There were a few others, such as his rivalry with Liu Qingge, but these were by far the most important.

It just so happened that now, the relationship he had with the future sect leader was all wrong!

In the original work, Shen Qingqiu was supposed to avoid Yue Qingyuan whenever possible, lashing out at him with verbal barbs when avoidance wasn’t an option. Even at Shen Qingqiu’s most courteous, the sect leader would only get a cold shoulder. Now, though, the magnets that should have repulsed one another had somehow been turned around— instead of chatter about how strangely distant Shen Qingqiu was from one who was said to be his friend, the gossip revolved around how irritating it was to see him constantly clinging to Yue Qingyuan’s side.

And that was literal. Shang Qinghua alone could recall several times where he’d seen Shen Qingqiu snatch Yue Qingyuan by the wrist and tug him along somewhere, and any time they were in the same place the two positioned themselves so closely to one another that they were practically touching. At this rate, they just ought to hold hands everywhere they went, rather than trying to uphold any slight semblance of cool professionalism.

The first time Shang Qinghua had heard the rumors of their strange relationship, he was positive he had misheard. After he became head disciple and encountered the two of them together more often, though, he realized that, shockingly enough, those rumors were spot-on.

Watching Shen Qingqiu lean over to whisper conspiratorially into Yue Qingyuan’s ear, followed by a pleased smile blooming across the future sect leader’s face, was enough to make Shang Qinghua’s head spin.

What was going on here?

These two were supposed to have nothing more than a painful past piled high with misunderstandings after misunderstandings, beyond any hope of reconciliation. Now, they were being friendly with each other— not just courteous, but friendly friendly. One might even say intimate.

Shang Qinghua interrogated the system about this, but no matter how he tried, he never received an answer— the closest he got was [ Occasionally, there may be variables in the story beyond this system’s control. Good luck! ]

There was still no clue as to why or how these variables existed, and unfortunately, Shang Qinghua didn’t have much of a way to find out. It wasn’t like he could just ask— even though this Shen Qingqiu was friendly with Yue Qingyuan, his manner with the rest of his martial siblings was roughly the same as it was in the original. No matter how many sweet nothings he might whisper into his shixiong’s ear, there was no way that Shang Qinghua would get anything more than a distasteful curl of his lip.

How miserable it all was— if Shen Qingqiu’s character was already going to change, couldn’t he have become just ever so slightly easier to get along with?

Shang Qinghua wasn’t the only one who had problems with Shen Qingqiu’s behavior, of course. Even though this one might be a little better-tempered overall than the one in Proud Immortal Demon Way, he was still almost universally disliked. He still was Shen Qingqiu, after all, still the scum villain even if he’d managed to repair one particular relationship. That brought Shang Qinghua a little bit of relief— at least he shouldn’t have to worry about the story veering off too far from his original designs, so he would still have some idea what to expect.

Still, he was greatly curious about the change, so he always paid special attention to the gossip and complaints regarding that problematic shixiong.

“Who does that Shen Qingqiu think he is?” Qi Qingqi huffed, scuffing at the ground with the toe of her shoe as she sat next to the campfire Shang Qinghua had just finished lighting. “Just because he’s close with Yue-shixiong, that doesn’t give him the right to treat the rest of us like the dirt on his shoes.”

The two of them, along with Liu Qingge, were out on one of those tedious joint missions. It was Shang Qinghua’s first time going out with either of them— he had only ever met them at the twelve peaks’ annual tournament before, and briefly while doing odd jobs here and there. He had to admit, he couldn’t help but wonder about this pair’s opinions of the new-and-(perhaps)-improved Shen Qingqiu. In the original, Liu Qingge had been the one the scum villain hated most of all, while Qi Qingqi’s relationship with him hadn’t been too bad, all things considered.

Now, it seemed she tolerated him less than before. Of course, in this version it probably seemed that Shen Qingqiu had taken advantage of his past connection with Yue Qingyuan to parachute into the position of his future second-in-command. Qi Qingqi didn’t really think kindly of that sort of person.

“He has a little talent, but his personality makes me want to hit him,” Liu Qingge replied.

Oh? How interesting… this was far more generous than Liu Qingge ought to be at this time. Shang Qinghua listened in more closely as he worked to set up their tent.

“It’s not as though he is the best cultivator among us,” Qi Qingqi grumbled, “It’s all because he’s friends with Yue-shixiong that he can get away with his attitude… and he knows it.”

“Mn,” Liu Qingge replied, setting some fish he’d caught to roast over the fire. “You can’t say it’s all favoritism. Shen-shixiong is good with his sword and his cultivation is decent, especially for someone who only started practicing at fifteen. Maybe you should fight with him, then you’d get to hit him properly.”

Shang Qinghua was so stunned by this that he missed the tent pole and smashed his hammer into his finger. He yelped, dropping the hammer and cradling his injured hand against his chest. The other two glanced briefly in his direction before ignoring him once again.

Had Shang Qinghua heard that right?

Fifteen?

No… he distinctly remembered writing that Shen Qingqiu had joined the sect at sixteen.

Unless…

Ah!

How had that happened? Shang Qinghua was sure he hadn’t interfered in any of that!

Not to mention, what was with Liu Qingge’s attitude? Even calling Shen Qingqiu “shixiong” when he wasn’t around— did they really not hate one another to death this time?

“Shen-shixiong was fifteen when he joined the sect?” Shang Qinghua asked, hiding his nosiness behind idle curiosity.

“Oh right, Shang-shixiong was still an outer disciple then— Yue-shixiong showed up one day with him and recommended him to Qing Jing Peak. Yan-shibo hadn’t chosen her successor yet, and Shen Qingqiu ended up with the title less than two years later,” Qi Qingqi explained.

“And… Liu-shidi, what do you think of him?”

“He nearly beat me in a fight once,” Liu Qingge replied.

That alone was enough to cause Shang Qinghua’s jaw to nearly drop to the floor— he could barely restrain himself. This wasn’t the way things were supposed to go! No wonder Shen Qingqiu didn’t seem quite as miserable as Shang Qinghua had first envisioned him. His greatest rival, who thought almost nothing of him, now spoke of him with about as much respect as Liu Qingge ever showed. Not to mention, if Shen Qingqiu actually stood a chance of beating Liu Qingge, then that meant that his cultivation was much better than it was in the original as well!

Someone had changed the timeline. If Shen Qingqiu had come in at fifteen, that meant that the whole year he spent as Wu Yanzi’s disciple had been skipped over. If he was close with Yue Qingyuan… had something changed there? Had Qi-ge actually managed to come back in time? Had Shen Jiu been rescued before he had the chance to kill his old master?

If that was the case, then the accusations brought against him wouldn’t stand in this timeline. Fuck— an entire plotline with one of Bing-ge’s wives might have been messed up, not just the revenge plot!

But… didn’t that mean that Shen Qingqiu may not meet the same fate as he had in the novel?

Shang Qinghua bit his lower lip, hardly daring to hope. All this time, the system had made it perfectly clear that he couldn’t go too far outside the bounds of the story— but it seemed like the story was being changed with or without his meddling. He’d never thought he had a chance to make it out of this alive… but if even Shen Qingqiu’s fate could be changed, then who could say that Shang Qinghua’s would have to stay the same?

[yeyinde]

Hey darlin. I've had a week from absolute hell at work and I'm in desperate need of some soft!Soap in my life. When and if you have time, would you mind doing a little drabble with Soap pampering his overly stressed and exhausted s/o? Perhaps a well deserved back rub (I need one in the worst way 😫). And spice it up if you like, I'm sure that man's got some serious wandering hands. Much love ❤️🖤

Johnny presses his chest against your back. His heart echoes through your ribs: the steady brag of Atlas. He holds the world on the slope of his broad shoulders—

"Let's get you to bed, alright?" 

—and your heart in the cup of his palm.

hiya, love~ 🖤

sorry this took a bit, but i really hope you enjoy this! @brewed-pangolin

⇾warnings :soft Soap; slight petting–fingering; f!reader, gendered female anatomy; Soap just takes care of you the way the man would

It starts slow—a gradual buildup: nothing immediate or noteworthy. Tension in your brow, an ache in your back. You've felt it all before. It's nothing to worry about. 

It's not that you're being crushed by anything in particular. There is no weight bearing down on your shoulders, no anvil locked around your neck pulling you down to the unforgiving concrete. You're not drowning in the middle of an ocean, or clinging to life on the edge of a mountain. And yet—

Heaviness. Brassbound bones filled with hardened lead. 

You waver under the ache. The malaise. The ennui. 

It's that feeling of being persistently chipped at until your skin is flayed, muscles exposed; a rawness in the cut of your brow, the sag of your eyes. 

You need sleep, but you know nine hours are just not going to cut it. 

It's the slough of life. Another cog in the machine that never stops moving. Grinding you down over time; an erosion until you are pulverised powder. 

It's everything. All of the aches and pains and the pressure that turns you into hard coal instead of a diamond, and then—

"You're home late, hen," he murmurs, twisting his head to stare at you from over his broad shoulders. They, you think, can take the weight of anything. Bear the burden. The promises made. 

Atlas stands in your kitchen wearing the worn apron you'd bought him as a joke a year ago for Hogmanay. He wears it each time he cooks. 

The kitchen is thick with humidity; dense with the scent of stew. Something robust and hearty. It's soft and secure, a warm familiarity that makes you shake when his hazel eyes meet yours. 

His hand curls around a bottle. He holds it out to you. Irn bru. Your fingers are stained with dust and ink; carpal and shaky, and you can't bring yourself to reach out when your joints are tense and brittle. 

Johnny says something low, but all you can think about is the time on the clock and the ache in your lower back. Only precious hours are left until you need to sink into a fitful sleep that is never enough only to wake to the jarring blare of your alarm in what feels like a minute. 

Maybe it's the way you sag, shoulders slumping, head knocking against the doorframe, or maybe he just knows, but it's instant. He's there. Arms around you, pulling your temple away from the harsh press into the wood. 

He smells of orange pekoe tea and clary sage. 

"C'mon," he murmurs against your temple, stubble digging into your skin. "Let's get you settled, aye?"

All you can do is nod, hands grasping the fabric of his shirt.

(Atlas can hold up the world, but surely there is no room for the weight of your burdens on his shoulders.

He does it, anyway.)

  The tub is full of rosy bubbles that slosh over the porcelain rim. A clove candle sits precariously on the corner where your bar of soap used to be. The light is dim. You smell blood orange patchouli burning. 

Its—

Heaven. 

And yet: 

Eleven hours. 

"None o'that, hen," he murmurs, hands falling to your shoulders. You ease into him to him. Softened wax under warm hands. "Can hear you from the other room—;" his cheek rubs against the back of your aching head. "Just relax, aye? Got a nice dinner waitin', a long soak in the tub."

"Not too long," you breathe, eyes fluttering shut. His fingers stroke your skin with the finesse of a musical maestro. Expert touch digging into each knot that formed, full of lactic acid, and aching. "Gotta be up early."

He huffs. The soft exhale is a breeze over the ridge of your ear. "Aye, aye. Now get in the tub, bonnie." 

He doesn't give you a second to think. His hands tug, pull at your clothes—the ones that reek of work and ink and ennui—until you're bare in his arms. The heft of them circles your middle: firm and tight. 

He perches you on the ledge of the tub, flashing another soft smile in your direction before his hands drop to the hem of his white Henley. 

"Come on," he husks, moving you forward. You're limp in the bracket of his embrace.

(Atlas, you think, with nothing but burdens to bare.)

The sight of his chest—muscles rippling, pulling taut; pale flesh dusted with black hair—makes something hungry spool inside of you. Desire. Want. Your eyes are heavy, lidded, and weighed down by lead, but the grittiness, the sting, isn't enough to make you look away. You savour it all. 

He catches your stare when his hands drop to his trousers. His brow ticks. A smirk curls over his lips. 

Johnny says nothing, but you suppose he doesn't have to. You can see the way his gaze darkens, a boscage in the bloom of spring, as he takes in your bare breasts, your tummy, your thighs plush against the white ledge of the tub. The contrast between your flesh and the porcelain makes his jaw tighten. 

His pants drop. "C,'mon, hen," he husks, hands grasping your arms, helping you stand again on knees that wobble at the sight of him. Atlas: sinew and strength. A man capable of carrying the heavens. "Let's get in the tub, aye?"

Johnny moves, lifting his leg over the rim. He goes first, sitting in the milky water—used that stuff you like, the bomb thing, or somethin'—and once settled, his eyes cut to you.

He leans back, open for you. You move after him, and his lips crook up in a smile. The water sloshes when you sit, back to him. It's warm, and perfect, and you shudder when you feel his damp skin on yours. His arms wind around your middle, tugging you back into his embrace. 

"Shush, shush," he rasps, a gentle coo in your ear, pulling you tighter in the seal of his clutch.

His chest is warm, wet, when you press your back to him. It's bliss when you ease into his hold, head falling back on his shoulder.

Arms loop around you, big and firm and secure, and the whimper you let out when everything finally cracks sounds a little bit like a sob. 

Johnny reaches for the loofah, lathering it up with the bottle of body wash on the ledge. It smells of eucalyptus and birch. His wash. You melt a little more into him when he reaches down, hand wrapping gingerly around your wrist.

"Close your eyes, hen. Know you need it."

"Johnny—;" the protests are cut short when you feel the drag of the sponge over your flesh. The fresh, minty scent clots in your lungs. 

It's soothing. A gentle scrub as he washes the stress of the day, days, away with your sponge. He's meticulous in everything he does, and washing you is no different. He starts with your fingers. Each digit is brushed with the loofah and then massaged with his bare hand. Your joints liquify. The knots in your hands ease with each pass, each roll of his fingers over you. Your palm tickles when he rubs circles over it. Pulse flutters when he drags it up over your wrist, forearm. Your biceps.

He pulls away when he reaches your shoulders, changing hands so that his arm is crossed over your chest. Secure. Heavy. The angle is a little stiff, but he says nothing, no complaints, and gathers the suds in the cup of his palm. He works his rough hands over your tense flesh until your breath stutters in your chest. Your head tips back further. The base of your skull plinthed on his broad shoulders. The wall is cold on your crown. 

His stubble scratches your temple when he nuzzles his mouth over the thrumming flesh, lips pressed taut to the place that hurts the most. "Good girl."

It's a baptism in bliss. Each pass of his rough hands over your skin turns the titanium in your bones to mercury. You melt under the heat of his flesh working those stubborn knots into ash. Johnny's hands are heavy, dragging away the malaise from your pores with each careful, reverent swipe. 

You breathe in the scent of wet pine when he drags his palms over your collarbones, the swell of your chest. His fingers catch on your nipples—hard from the chill in the air, the graze of his flesh over yours—and the pinch of pleasure makes your legs part slowly, a small mewl brimming from your throat. 

"That feels good," you whisper, head lulling on his shoulder. 

"Scoot up a bit," he husks, hands falling to your hips, helping you move. He pushes your back forward, hands sliding up to your shoulders. 

The groan you let out echoes against the humid walls when his fingers dig into your stained muscles. 

"Johnny—" 

"I know, I know…" he nuzzles the space between your shoulder blades, stubble grazing your sensitive flesh. Goosebumps ripple over your skin. "I got ya, hen." 

And he does, of course: always. 

Bliss leaks from the tips of his fingers into your muscles. He moves in small, deep circles until your body is liquid; a gooey polymer that sags in the water around you. He doesn't relent. Johnny finds each knot, tenderising it into a fine dust. Nirvana is in the tips of his fingers. 

You groan: a low, drawn-out quiver of pleasure when he works out the kink that had clotting in your shoulder blades. One born from deadlines, and meetings, and—

And gone. 

You breathe out, heavy and full, until your lungs quiver, flattened to your chest. 

"Feel good?" He murmurs, soothing his hands across your back. His knuckles notch over the curve of your spine, and the thrill of pleasure makes you pant. 

"Yeah—"

Lavender is thick in your nose. Your eyes slowly slide open when his hands curl through the gaps in your arms, winding around your waist. 

You fall back into his chest, boneless. Shattered. Dissolved. His chest rumbles with a chuckle. 

Johnny tucks you against him, coarse, damp hair tickling your back. His breath is heavy on your shoulder. 

"Hen…," there is a click in his throat when he swallows, hands roaming down to your thighs, sliding between them slowly. "Lemme make you feel even better."

It's a whisper of a touch that makes you shiver against him. 

"Johnny—"

He hushes you again, nails grazing your sensitive flesh until he meets the seam of your thigh and pelvis. "Let me do this for you, hen."

"Something tells me this was your plan all along," you huff, pressing your nose into his neck, and breathing in the mossy scent of him. 

"Nah," he murmurs, palm pressing against your core. You can feel him against your back, thick and hard, and when he parts your folds, fingers gliding through your slit, you feel him throb. His hips shift into you with a gritty inhale. His chest expands across your back. When he speaks, it's barely a whisper: "this is just for you."

Johnny knows your body, knows where to touch; his hands on you are magic. He works you—a potter moulding clay—and you melt in his arms. 

His finger ghosts over your slit, trailing slowly until he reaches your clit. 

"Relax, hen," his voice is thick, full of lust. "Lemme make you feel good."

His fingers slide back down to your hole, pushing in gently until you stretch around him with a gasp of pleasure, hands dropping to clutch at his thick forearms. His huff ghosts over the shell of your ear, lips pressing against your flushed cheekbone. 

"Gonna make you cum," he rasps, throat clicking again when he swallows. 

The low hum of his voice makes your legs part further, hips canting into his palm. His fingers thrust against your sensitive walls, thumb rubbing soft circles over your clit until you see stars in your eyes; phosphenes of pleasure that dance and sway with each press of him inside of you. Knuckles catch on the seal of your pussy, stretching you, rasping over that gummy spot inside that makes your belly fill with molten euphoria. 

"That's it, bonnie," he urges, words liquid in your ear. Oil over your flesh. A soft thrum to your core. It's good. So good. 

Your nails dig into his flesh, desperately clutching at something, anything, to keep you from slipping below the waves that lap at you. A soft erosion. The the way Johnny dissolves you into pieces until you're effervescent, veins bubbling with soporific pleasure, makes your heart lurch. The swell of affection for him—your atlas, your buoy in the churning sea—brings tears to your eyes. 

He's observant. Incredibly so. Any change, even one almost indiscernible, must have been noticed. The bunch of your shoulders. The sag of your eyes. Exhaustion fell over you in a blanket of malaise. 

You think about those nights spent bundled in his arms on the couch. Mind adrift in a sea of responsibility, lip between your teeth. You hadn't noticed the copper on your tongue until his fingers tapped the furrow in your brow. 

Y'alright, hen? 

Just—

Work. Life. Everything. 

He noticed. And—

Dinner, your favourite. The bath. The candle. The lavender bath bomb—

Lavender? He asks, rubbing a petal between his thumb and forefinger. 

You nodded. It helps with stress. 

—he knew. 

And now: euphoria pools in every synapse inside of your head until all you see is white. Body languid, more relaxed and sated than you have been in a long time, and—

The strong arms of atlas secure you to his chest. The cup of his palm is a plinth keeping you above the torrent below that wants to consume you. 

"Come on, hen," he urges, voice rucked and trembling. He throbs against the small of your back, cock trapped between your bodies.

You melt into him with a moan, dizzy and delirious from the pleasure spooling inside of your core with each press of his blunt fingers against your soft, fluttering walls. Each roll of his thumb across your clit. Your body sings for him. Aches for him. A maestro; you dance for him. 

Your head is fuzzy. Thick with somnolence and pleasure that congeal over the heft, the weight of everything else. All you can think about is how secure you feel in his embrace. Gentle and safe, and—

It's the coalescence of everything that pushes you off the edge. 

You're falling, falling—

"I got you, hen."

Your core tightens, throbs. You pulse around him like the fluttering wings of a hummingbird. Oxytocin floods your veins in a deluge, inundating your being until all you can feel is static pleasure blooming inside of you. 

You fall into him. Languid and bone-weary. He catches you with a chuckle, lips pressed against your temple, chin nuzzling the skin of your cheek. 

"Feel better?" 

You've lost the capacity for speech. Tongue leaden, eyes heavy, you twist your head, nose scratching over the stubble on his cheek. Your lips find his. Soft, gentle. He peppers you in small, fleeting kisses; full-lipped and dulcet sweet. You catch oat on his tongue; almond. Sweet London fog. 

His arms tighten around you. Johnny breathes your name, and the crooked axis you teetered on shifts. The precipice you wobbled along rights itself in the hymnal he sings for you. 

Johnny presses his chest against your back. His heart echoes through your ribs: the steady brag of Atlas. He holds the world on the slope of his broad shoulders—

"Let's get you to bed, alright?" 

—and your heart in the cup of his palm. 

[shookethdev]

Hey @tinyfairart!! I was your Secret Skeleton for the DCAH2023 event! I had a lot of fun drawing these guys, and I love the concept of your AU Everlasting Orbit!!

Below the cut is just the uncolored and flats/unedited version

[jjkeremika]

AoT Fic / Oneshot Master List

~~welcome to jjkeremika~~

hi! i’m mako. welcome to my obsession. i write fics/headcanons/oneshots/imagines/drabbles/whatevertheyarecalled/ihonestlydontknow; mostly smutty/nsfw heheh.

currently i write about: eren x mikasa; AoT x reader; eren x reader; reiner x reader; levi x reader; armin x reader; but im open to others (mostly fem!reader, some gender neutral)

please click the underlined for the link to the work (tumblr; ao3); master list updated periodically; all fics created on this master list are written by jjkeremika (me); all of my works are connected under the tag jjkeremika; interactions with and/or thoughts on works are appreciated <3

assume smut/nsfw/mdni themes unless noted otherwise with *

hope you enjoy!

p.s… (per requests….worth asking, also worth noting i prefer and try to stick to character personalities and reasonable headcanons; if i can’t picture them saying/doing it i might not explore it…. fluffy/smutty accepted… not a “dead dove dne” friendly space…)

Eremika:

fucking in a sauna (It is hot (with you; love you))

mikasa gets sick (Stay pt1, pt2)*

Moments (Express Divine Devotion)*

mikasa sneaks out (Moonlight)

eren has a vision (Just like i dreamt it)

eren eats mikasa out (Tasty)

eren and mikasa secretly meet (secret)

eren calls jean while fucking mikasa (Big Time)

eren overhears mikasa (loud in my life and in my dreams)

mikasa tutors eren (my tutor pt1; pt2)

eren’s mikasa’s professor (drop my class so i can pick you up pt1; pt2)

another eren professor pt1 (thanks for coming professor pt1)*; pt2 (to be posted soon)

eren’s scout commander, mikasa’s a new recruit pt1 (think i need someone older)*; pt2 (posted soon)

mikasa shows eren how she had sex with jean (just show me)

eren’s a spy/assassin and mikasa’s his target’s daughter (to my poison: my god you’re intoxicating)*

like an actual eremika fanfic (when lightning strikes the heart (pts 00-02)) (* thus far)

roadtrip (pt1; pt2)

mikasa’s mother is sick (lavender)*

eren’s a baker

Formula One au (ch1; ch2; ch3; ch4)

AoT x reader:

Rough intimacy (Eren, Mikasa, Hange, Levi, Reiner, Jean)

Soft intimacy (Connie, Erwin, Bertoldt, Armin, Zeke)

Favorite places (Eren, Armin, Jean, Reiner, Erwin, Levi, Bertoldt, Connie, Zeke)

Date nights (Here to Forever; Eren, Armin, Jean, Reiner, Erwin, Zeke, Porco, Historia)

Hit on you in class (Eren, Jean, Reiner, Armin, Porco, Levi, Connie, Erwin) *

Another rough intimacy (Reiner, Jean, Eren, Erwin, Levi)

Favorite positions (Eren, Reiner, Levi, Porco, Erwin)

crushes on you (Reiner, Eren, Levi, Porco, Jean)*

walk in on you touching yourself (Eren, Jean, Armin, Levi, Erwin, Colt)

fluffy moments (Eren, Reiner, Levi, Erwin)*

confess love for you (Eren, Reiner, Porco, Zeke, Armin, Bertoldt, Levi, Erwin)(mostly * except eren)

vices (eren, levi, reiner, armin, zeke, jean)

pervy pussy eaters (eren, levi, reiner, armin)

asking you on a valentines date*

what they don’t know (eren, erwin, levi, connie)

excited and exhausted (erwin, sasha, armin, hange, levi)

Eren x reader:

Games

dangerous missions*

ha(u)nted soldier*

Betting Games

Reiner x reader:

Shower together

Levi x reader:

peanut butter kisses

goofy (pt1; pt2; pt3; pt4)

Armin x reader:

campgrounds and fairs (tbp)

love gambler (tbp)

[woffles-4-waffles]

foiihfr34jf3ojiofj3ensefmbpjqww

[tonberry-yoda]

Josuke Fluff Alphabet

requested by: anon

based on this post

A CTIVITIES - WHAT DO THEY LIKE TO DO WITH THEIR S/O? HOW DO THEY SPEND THEIR FREE TIME WITH THEM?

He's an adventurous and goofy guy, so I feel like he's got two ways that he enjoys hanging out with you. One would be just finding new places. By that I mean he would literally just take you to random places in Morioh and you would always find something new every single time. Next would be just hanging out at home or getting food. He likes video games so he definitely wouldn't mind having a player two and just eating junkfood before cuddling on his bed and having his mom wake you guys up yelling for you to get out lolol

B EAUTY - WHAT DO THEY ADMIRE ABOUT THEIR S/O? WHAT DO THEY THINK IS BEAUTIFUL ABOUT THEM?

Omg everything lolol. But what struck him first was not your looks but your personality. He heard you make one joke and nearly lost it lol. Like he was so attracted to who you were as a person that when he really got to know you by your looks, he fell head over heels

C OMFORT - HOW WOULD THEY HELP THEIR S/O WHEN THEY FEEL DOWN/HAVE A PANIC ATTACK ETC.?

Even though this guy can have his fair share of anger issues, we have seen more than once how level headed this guy can be. He can sense emotions on others and know when to help them but also when to leave them alone. Feel free to tell this man how you would prefer to be comforted early in the relationship because he will treat you exactly how you prefer to be treated. He wants more than anything to help you the way you need it! Also, he will more than likely get you a teddy bear <3

D REAMS - HOW DO THEY PICTURE THEIR FUTURE WITH THEIR S/O?

I feel like one of his dreams is to travel the world, so to do that with you would mean the world. He wants to know more about the Joestar family too, so I think he would want to meet people like Jolyne and maybe even Giorno when he hears about him, so you two end up going to a lot of places together. But yeah I feel like for him traveling the world with someone he loves would honestly be his everything <3

E QUAL - ARE THEY THE DOMINANT ONE IN THE RELATIONSHIP, OR RATHER PASSIVE?

I feel like you both are very equal! Not one of you is more dominant than the other, but one can take the leader role when the other is feeling down. You help charge each other's batteries as to not tire yourselves and it's honestly amazing

F IGHT - WOULD THEY BE EASY TO FORGIVE THEIR S/O? HOW ARE THEY FIGHTING?

Okay, this might be Josuke's weak point tbh. This man has anger issues, we've seen how he reacts to his hair lol. Now, he doesn't get angry at you often, pretty much almost never! But when you do fight, he gets this ego where he feels like he's right. This can cause you guys to fall out for a couple of days and it sucks. But after a while, he does come around and he apologizes first and IMMEDIATELY forgives you when you apologize. This doesn't happen often, but when it does, it kinda sucks for sure

G RATITUDE - HOW GRATEFUL ARE THEY IN GENERAL? ARE THEY AWARE OF WHAT THEIR S/O IS DOING FOR THEM?

You two are a team constantly working together and Josuke never fails to notice this <3 He knows how hard working you are and how much you do for him to make him happy. He will show his gratitude through words and acts of service I think. But more than anything, he is grateful to you because you not only bring him so much happiness but a lot of fun too <3

H ONESTY - DO THEY HAVE SECRETS THEY HIDE FROM THEIR S/O? OR DO THEY SHARE EVERYTHING?

Nope. He will NEVER hide anything from you. He doesn't give a crap if you look through his stuff either, not that you will, but he really wouldn't care. He is SUPER loyal and will even tell you tmi stuff LMFAOOO. You're like Josuke I didn't need to know that and he'll just be like, we're partners, aren't I supposed to tell you everything?!?!?

I NSPIRATION - DID THEIR S/O CHANGE THEM SOMEHOW, OR THE OTHER WAY AROUND? LIKE TRYING OUT NEW THINGS OR HELPED THEM OVERCOME PERSONAL PROBLEMS?

Honestly, you didn't change him much. He never stopped being the goofy guy you met and that's a good thing! He didn't feel like he needed to change for you and he didn't want to make you feel like you had to change for him. You two have gotten through a lot together and every day you inspire him to wake up the next morning with something to smile about <3

J EALOUSY - DO THEY GET JEALOUS EASILY? HOW DO THEY DEAL WITH IT?

He can, yes. lol. He thinks you are the most beautiful person in the world and know that other people may think that, which can make him a little insecure, so when he sees you talking with other people sometimes he will get a little down in the dumps. Just remind him how much you love him with a kiss on the cheek two minutes later and he is right back to being Josuke!

K ISS - ARE THEY A GOOD KISSER? WHAT WAS THE FIRST KISS LIKE?

OMG YES! Have you seen those lips????? Like mans knows how to kiss frfr. He will hold you by your back and pull you close before smiling into the most perfect kiss in the world every single time. How does he do it??? We may never know. The first kiss though was great! You two were on one of your adventures when you started dating and in the middle of the woods or something he just pulled you close and told you how much he liked you and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You had to be the one to pull him down by his collar for the real kiss tho lolol

L OVE CONFESSION - HOW WOULD THEY CONFESS TO THEIR S/O?

He told you in a library LMFAO. You were studying or something and Okuyasu just told Josuke to go for it. He sat down next to you and whispered, "Hey, you're pretty cute... would you mind getting a coffee or boba sometime?" How could you say no to that?

M ARRIAGE - DO THEY WANT TO GET MARRIED? HOW DO THEY PROPOSE? WHAT WOULD THE MARRIAGE BE LIKE?

I think he likes the idea, but he doesn't want to rush. I feel like it would take him a really long time to propose. Not because he doesn't love you because he loves you so so so so much but because it just took him a little. He didn't want to rush into anything and really just enjoyed what you both have had for a long time, so rushing into marriage just wasn't on his mind. He would need to talk to you first and then expect the cutest backyard proposal and smallest, but most meaningful wedding ever <3

N ICKNAMES - WHAT DO THEY CALL THEIR S/O?

Goober. We all know he would LMFAO. And sometimes cheesy names too like honey or cupcake, but those are rare. Get used to goober lol

O N CLOUD NINE - WHAT ARE THEY LIKE WHEN THEY ARE IN LOVE? IS IT OBVIOUS FOR OTHERS? HOW DO THEY EXPRESS THEIR FEELINGS?

GOO GOO EYES ALL THE TIME. This man cannot keep his lovey eyes off of you and just swoon. What a cutie lol. It is VERY obvious to others lolol He would express his feelings through words a lot and also through acts of service <3

P DA - ARE THEY UPFRONT ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP? DO THEY BRAG WITH THEIR S/O IN FRONT OF OTHERS? OR ARE THEY RATHER SHY TO KISS ETC. WHEN OTHERS ARE WATCHING?

He honestly doesn't mind PDA. He won't be like making out or anything, but he loves hugs, hand holding, and little kisses and doesn't mind if you're out in public! He would definitely brag about you, but not like an object, just be so happy that he has the best partner in the world that he loves so so much

Q UIRK - SOME RANDOM ABILITY THEY HAVE THAT’S BENEFICIAL IN A RELATIONSHIP.

Humor. He will never be a boring partner, so that you can expect! He tries his hardest to be entertaining, fun, and a good partner!

R OMANCE - HOW ROMANTIC ARE THEY? WHAT WOULD THEY DO TO MAKE THEIR S/O HAPPY? CLICHÉ OR RATHER CREATIVE?

I feel like he's more creative, but doesn't mind a cheesy dinner or something. I think you both would have a jar of fun dates and pick out of it every weekend lol.

S UPPORT - ARE THEY HELPING THEIR S/O ACHIEVE THEIR GOALS? DO THEY BELIEVE IN THEM?

Oh hell yeah!! He is your number one supporter, especially if you hadn't had anyone in your life be a support line! He will help you however he can and believes in you more than anyone!! He knows you so well that whatever you want can be done and he will be there cheering you on!!!

T HRILL - DO THEY NEED TO TRY OUT NEW THINGS TO SPICE OUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP? OR DO THEY PREFER A CERTAIN ROUTINE?

No actually. He really likes having goofy things to do, but doesn't to make your relationship exhausting. He never wants to feel like dates are a chore or anything, so you do have a routine somedays. He wants those fun dates for sure, but those can be rare and way more fun that way!!

U NDERSTANDING - HOW GOOD DO THEY KNOW THEIR PARTNER? ARE THEY EMPATHETIC?

He knows you better than anyone. He is so easy to open up to and such a good listener that you trust him so so much. He cares for you and will let you take your time with things. He is super empathetic, so know that he will forever be behind you with a smile helping you out best he can :)

V ALUE - HOW IMPORTANT IS THE RELATIONSHIP TO THEM? WHAT IS IT’S WORTH IN COMPARISON TO OTHER THINGS IN THEIR LIFE?

You mean the world to him, so without you, he would feel a little empty. Sure, he has great family and amazing friends, but you were his last missing piece and you filled it! If you were gone, that would eat him up a bit. You're equal to friends and family though, just because he loves them all so so much, but since that is so important to him, that's everything <3

W ILD CARD - A RANDOM FLUFF HEADCANON.

He sleeps on his tummy and when you wake him up with kisses, he is so warm and always has the cutest smile on his face when you wake him up <3

X OXO - ARE THEY VERY AFFECTIONATE? DO THEY LOVE TO KISS AND CUDDLE?

YESSSSS!! He loves cuddles and kisses! It makes him feel like a lil baby and he can't help but giggle when you two have super fluff moments like that <3

Y EARNING - HOW WILL THEY COPE WHEN THEY’RE MISSING THEIR PARTNER?

He gets really pouty and again, feels like a piece is missing. He will call you every day if he is able to and just check in! But yeah, he gets really pouty and pissy lol

Z EAL - ARE THEY WILLING TO GO TO GREAT LENGHTS FOR THE RELATIONSHIP? IF SO, WHAT KIND OF?

If need be, yes. He will protect you in any way he can ESPECIALLY if it's related to a stand of sometime. He is willing to protect and be there for you at all costs, but won't if he doesn't need to. He would prefer to have a cute fluff relationship and doesn't want to press it if he doesn't have to.

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oooh, what about The Moment in the fashion au where Anakin gets his makeover and obi is just. stunned speechless. bonus points for padme in that au!

soooooo, this has taken me an age and a half. it's not really a "makeover" tbh but i hope you like it anyway!!

this is also my first fill for my obikin bingo card, for the "office au" @obikin-events.

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editor-in-chief obi-wan and assistant anakin | (4.2k)

Obi-Wan scowls at his watch as he makes his way through the office space. He swallows down the groan that’s been building up in his chest, refusing to let his growing irritation and impatience echo around him. There is no need to involve any of the staff in his souring mood. It’s not like any of them can do anything about it, anyway. The only who can is, incidentally, also the one who brought it on.

Anakin was supposed to go over the budget report with him thirty minutes ago. Obi-Wan is used to Anakin being a bit liberal in interpreting set appointments between them but he’s never actually been this late to any of them before. And whenever something had come up, he’d notified Obi-Wan in time, and vice versa.

Now, Obi-Wan can’t even reach him because Anakin—uncharacteristically—left both his tablet and phone, and his headset at his desk. He’s not answering his personal phone either. And he’s nowhere to be found.

Obi-Wan exhales deeply. It’s been a long day and the cursed budget report is the last thing he wants to do, but it’s also the last thing he has to do today before he can go home. The thing remains the bane of his existence and the only thing—the only one—who gets him through it is Anakin.

It’s not like Obi-Wan can’t go through the report alone. He has plenty of times until—

He smooths out his cuff.

—until one day Anakin had noticed how tedious Obi-Wan found it and joined him to get through it faster, presumably. Since then, it’s become something like a ritual, a pocket of time just for them: Anakin always blocks off more time than they would really need if they worked through it diligently. Except their conversations always drift off to other topics, growing into discussions about this thing or that, before they’d return to the task at hand.

It’s Obi-Wan’s guilty pleasure. He rather selfishly has not yet told Anakin that it’s not part of his job to—well, to basically hold Obi-Wan’s hand while he’s suffering through the budget report. For all that they see each other every day and spend so much time together, it’s rarely just the two of them and even rarer still a conversation that doesn’t revolve around some issue concerning the magazine.

Obi-Wan has quickly learned that he quite likes having Anakin’s undivided attention. And their budget report meetings give him just that.

So it’s not that he can’t do it by himself. It’s that he doesn’t want to.

It’s also that Anakin was supposed to grab the report.

Obi-Wan is just about to resign himself to a long night at the office when he hears Anakin’s laughter as he passes the Closet. The sound skitters down his spine in a pleasant tingle. A woman’s answering laugh joins Anakin’s.

Irritation bubbles in Obi-Wan’s gut. Anakin was supposed to meet him a half hour ago. Instead, he’s in the Closet doing—something. With someone.

At least he’s not in the utility closet, a treacherous little voice in his head soothes.

Taking a deep breath in, Obi-Wan pushes through the glass doors of the Closet.

The admonishment dies on his tongue the second he rounds one of the clothes racks and spots Anakin standing in the middle of the dressing area.

“No, no, no,” the petite woman standing right in front of him is saying, words catching on a laugh. She reaches up and undoes the first few buttons of the pale blue dress shirt Anakin’s donning. Her fingers graze the skin of Anakin’s throat and the bob of his Adam’s apple is visible even from where Obi-Wan is standing. “You don’t want to look like a stuck up econ major.”

Anakin laughs. “Maybe stuck up econ major is exactly my style,” he says as he tips his head down to look at her.

A snort makes Obi-Wan turn his head. Aayla is stretching on one of the chaise lounges. “No self-respecting econ major would be caught dead wearing what you usually wear.”

“She’s right,” the woman in front of Anakin says as he starts rolling up one of his sleeves.

Obi-Wan recognizes her. Padmé Amidala, a young, rapidly rising politician, who’s the subject of their coming issue’s editorial. Obi-Wan had met with her a few days ago to talk about some details, and she’d been slated for a dress rehearsal today. It would explain why she’s here.

And why Anakin got distracted and forgot about the budget report. He’s been mooning over her since the first time she stepped foot in the building.

Obi-Wan ignores the tight-cold-hot feeling behind his ribs.

“Fine, okay,” Anakin huffs with a small head shake and a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He rolls the other sleeve up to his elbow, exposing the sinewy stretch of his forearm. Obi-Wan’s mouth is suddenly dry. “It’s definitely not my style. I could do stuck up econ major, though. Stuck up econ majors couldn’t do me.”

Obi-Wan clears his throat and decidedly does not think about anyone doing Anakin.

Anakin’s eyes flicker up to meet his, and Obi-Wan can see the exact moment he realizes.

“Oh, shit,” Anakin says empathetically. “The budget report—”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan says. He crosses his arms over his chest and raises his eyebrows. “I’m glad you have not forgotten about it entirely. Though I suppose this…” Obi-Wan tips his head to indicate their surroundings, “is more entertaining.” It comes out more sardonic than he means it but Anakin’s slight wince, the way he ducks his head and passes a hand over the back of his neck, feels oddly satisfying.

“It’s my fault, actually,” Padmé interjects.

I’m sure it is.

She smiles apologetically at Obi-Wan. Her hand is on Anakin’s biceps as if to soothe him and she’s standing half in front of him, like she’s shielding Anakin from Obi-Wan. It’s a ridiculous thought, of course, but their proximity to one another grates on Obi-Wan’s nerves like few other things do.

He’s being irrational. It’s become an odd pattern.

“Please.” Obi-Wan waves her words away with a smile that feels fake. “You are far lovelier company than I am, I’m sure. It’s no wonder Anakin got sidetracked.”

Anakin scowls lightly, eyes darting from him to Padmé, and then to his feet, as if he’d been caught in something. A beautiful, rosy pink flush rises to his cheeks, the way it always does when Anakin is embarrassed or caught off guard.

Obi-Wan almost feels bad.

Almost.

Padmé steps away from Anakin then, revealing his full outfit. The pale blue button down is tucked into a perfectly fitting pair of black dress pants. Black suspenders with silver clasps run along his torso, emphasizing the lines of Anakin’s upper body. The clothes show off his trim waist and the width of his shoulders. The open collar that allows tantalizing glimpses of his clavicle and throat, and the rolled up sleeves make him look casual with an almost understated, effortless elegance, similar to and yet wildly different from Anakin’s usual style.

Obi-Wan’s mouth is suddenly as dry as the Tatooine deserts.

Anakin spreads his arms a little. When he meets Obi-Wan’s gaze there’s something akin to a challenge in the upward tilt of his chin, but his eyes keep fluttering away and he’s chewing on his bottom lip, the dusky blush still faint on his cheeks.

“Doesn’t he look fantastic?” Padmé asks with a little, excited clap of her hands.

Obi-Wan tries to gather spit in his mouth to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “You look―”

A few things cross his mind none of which he can utter in a professional environment without getting slammed with a sexual harassment case, rightfully so.

“Dashing,” he finishes, rather lamely, he supposes. Dashing doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Anakin rolls his eyes at him but his flush darkens a bit. “Please rein in the compliments.”

“I can hardly contain myself,” Obi-Wan returns with a wry smile. His mouth still feels dry.

“It is quite a glow-up,” Aayla chimes in as she sits up, crossing her legs at the ankles. She grins at Anakin good-naturedly before propping her chin on her palm. “You don’t look like a dumpster racoon anymore.”

“Yeah?” Anakin says and raises his brows at her. “What do I look like now, then?”

Aayla tilts her head from side to side as if to ponder. “Like a regular racoon,” she decides with a shit-eating smirk. “Still a pest.”

Obi-Wan sees Anakin bristle and Aayla’s smirk widen. They squabble like siblings, and Anakin always rises so easily to her bait. It’s as entertaining as it is exasperating, at times.

“May I ask what brought this… makeover on?” he asks before the two of them can really get into it.

“Oh, I asked about Anakin’s wardrobe choices and when he said that he’s embarrassed about working here, I asked him to show me how he’d dress otherwise,” Padmé answers. She’s made her way over to the shoe rack, probably to pick out a fitting pair for Anakin’s outfit.

Obi-Wan barely registers it, though. He glances at Anakin. “You’re embarrassed working here?”

“No!” Anakin says hastily. His gaze skitters away as he turns and slips on his sneakers.

“Oh,” Padmé says again. “No, that’s not―”

Obi-Wan doesn’t want to hear Padmé’s explanation, though. He wants to hear Anakin’s. But Anakin is busy bustling around to collect his own clothes. He grabs the binder with the budget report before straightening. His eyes don’t meet Obi-Wan’s eyes once.

“I’ll bring back the clothes later,” Anakin says over his shoulder to Aayla. He nods at Padmé and then beelines for the door as if someone was chasing him.

“He’s not―” Padmé starts again when Obi-Wan turns to say his goodbyes but stops, wincing. He smiles at her, and it feels just as fake as before.

“Have a nice evening,” he says instead of waiting for a more detailed explanation, and leaves.

Anakin is already in his office when Obi-Wan gets there. He’s moving around the room as if hounded by something, all jerky motions and hasty gestures while he gathers pens, colored sticky notes, and other stationary they might need.

Obi-Wan gives himself a moment to watch him, take him in with the changed clothes, and how he looks in this space now.

Anakin is striking. He’s always been―Obi-Wan knew that boy was trouble from the first moment they met. The clothes have never taken anything away from Anakin’s odd charisma, have never made him less beautiful. And yet, there’s a subtle change to him now, in this new attire. Obi-Wan is certain he wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t worked closely with Anakin every day, and even so it’s hard to pin down exactly.

He looks, inexplicably, as if part of him has been revealed.

A number of questions rattle around in Obi-Wan’s skull, one more pressing than the other, and all just as desperate and anxious. Something in him wildly roars at the thought that Anakin is embarrassed working at Jedi, and it begs him to ask, to implore, to find a way to make Anakin comfortable. Because, that part of him says, if he’s embarrassed, it’s only a matter of time before he leaves.

Obi-Wan swallows every question that threatens to fall off the tip of his tongue. It’s not his place to pry into something that’s clearly personal and private. Especially as Anakin’s boss.

“Anakin,” he says gently.

Anakin barely glances up before his gaze skitters away again. “I’ll order some food from Dex’s and then we can get started on the report.”

“It’s late,” Obi-Wan reminds him. Outside, the approaching evening casts the facades of the highrise buildings in the first blue hues of the night. “There’s no need for you to stay. Go home.”

“No. I know you’re going to sit here and go through this thing until it’s done,” Anakin says, dropping the collected items on the low table in front of the couch.

“Well, yes―”

“Yes, and it’s my fault that you have to stay late, so I’ll help you get it done faster,” Anakin argues as he moves back to Obi-Wan’s desk.

Obi-Wan smooths a hand over his beard. Anakin always works doggedly to fix mistakes he thinks he’s made, often with such obstinate insistence that he runs himself ragged in an attempt to prove―something. It has blown up in his face on occasion and created―not a problem, per se, rather―a…situation that Obi-Wan has needed to fix. Anakin’s red face and clenched jaw has always set his teeth on edge in these moments but he still doesn’t understand how to help him…or what even makes Anakin react to perceived mistakes the way he does.

“That’s very kind of you,” Obi-Wan starts. “But I can’t ask you to stay late to do this. It’s not part of your job.”

He sees Anakin’s jaw work as he stares at a point between his hands on the desk. With a deep inhale, Anakin says, “I’m your assistant. It’s right there in my job title that I’m here to assist you.” Anakin meets his eyes now with a stubborn set to his mouth.

Obi-Wan barely manages to bite back a groan.

“Besides,” Anakin adds and grabs the phone, already dialing, “I wouldn’t get free food if I went home now.”

Before Obi-Wan can say anything, the person on the other end picks up and Anakin gives them the order. He rattles it off smoothly, getting everything Obi-Wan would order from Dex’s for himself, and it makes something hot pour through Obi-Wan’s ribcage. Obi-Wan allows himself a moment to enjoy the feeling of its warmth spreading through his body.

“Just don’t leave stains on the pages or Jocasta will have my head,” he huffs after Anakin’s hung up the phone.

Anakin grins at him like he’s going to attempt just that.

An hour later they’re—uncharacteristically—almost done with the task at hand and in a—more or less surprising—turn of events, it’s not the report that has Obi-Wan clinging to the last, gossamer-thin shred of his sanity.

Anakin is walking up and down in front of the couch table and gesturing as he talks, and Obi-Wan has found himself practically on eye-level with his ass. And for the first time since Obi-Wan has known Anakin, his ass is not covered by a plaid shirt or lost in shapeless, baggy pants.

The black dress pants fit Anakin like a glove, accentuating his waist and hugging his ass and thighs nicely. Obi-Wan definitely doesn’t think about how firm and biteable they look.

The sleeves of the dress shirt wrap neatly around his biceps and the fabric stretches across his shoulders whenever Anakin gestures wildly. It’s not tight by any measure but it’s perfectly fitted to the planes of his torso. Obi-Wan hasn’t thought of Anakin as lanky, really, but his usual wardrobe does a good job at hiding his frame, his build, and while Obi-Wan can’t say he’s surprised by Anakin’s actual physique, he’s…enticed. Inappropriately so.

It doesn’t help that the pale blue of the shirt brings out his eyes and the warm tones of his skin.

It’s impossible to look away from him.

So, really, it’s all of Anakin that has Obi-Wan keeping a white-knuckled grip on his composure.

“Okay—what?” Anakin snaps. He halts his pacing and crosses his arms over his chest defensively. Obi-Wan tries—and fails—not to notice how the sleeves stretch around the flex of his biceps.

Obi-Wan lifts his gaze from Anakin’s arms to meet his eyes. Smoothing his face into a mask of mild confusion, he says, “Pardon?”

Anakin looks at him like he’s calling bullshit. “You’ve been staring at me the way you stare at—at models or mockups or―or photoshoots that you don’t like,” he accuses, shoulders rising minisculely. The furrow between his eyebrows deepens with his frown but the line of his mouth looks―unhappy. “So, what is it? Do you not like the outfit?”

“Apologies,” Obi-Wan says. Anakin scowls and drops his gaze to stare at the low table. His arms remain crossed, however, in a manner that appears significantly like he’s trying to shield himself. Obi-Wan winces inwardly and tries again. “I apologize, Anakin. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Anakin quirks a brow and shrugs. “You didn’t,” he says, full of false bravado, as he raises his eyes again without meeting Obi-Wan’s, instead letting his gaze drift to look outside the windows.

Obi-Wan takes in his profile: the barely perceptible downwards slant of the corner of his mouth, the tension in jaw, the slight furrow of his brows. Anakin rarely shows discomfort or soft vulnerability, though he’s open with his other—loud, bold, deep—emotions.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan implores softly. He waits until Anakin, with some reluctant hesitance, turns to meet his eyes. “I do like the outfit. I was looking―or staring, I suppose―because you look―”

“Like a fraud?” The tone of his words drips mocking self-deprecation.

Obi-Wan bites back a sharp rebuke. “Comfortable,” he finishes, ignoring Anakin’s mocking words. “Like you’re comfortable in your own skin. In a way you haven’t been before.”

Anakin blinks at him.

“It suits you,” Obi-Wan adds, and then, “Both the outfit and the look.”

Anakin dips his head but it barely hides the soft pink dusting his cheeks. When he looks back up, there’s a stubborn little tilt to his chin. “You should really work on your facial expressions,” he huffs half-heartedly.

“Apologies,” Obi-Wan says again, trying to stifle the grin tugging at his mouth. “Would it help if I told you that whatever it is you saw on my face was awe?”

Anakin’s arms drop from their defensive position across his chest as he turns to fully face Obi-Wan, the color on his cheeks turning into a rich, dusky pink. He looks so wonderfully flabbergasted and so beautifully pleased at the same time that Obi-Wan very nearly coos.

(Gods, he’s such a sucker.)

For a moment, Anakin dips his eyes down with a proud little smile. He shakes himself out of it when he looks up again. “Guess I have to pay more attention to your face, then,” he muses and his brows crinkle as his gaze sweeps over Obi-Wan.

“Oh?” Obi-Wan’s stomach, stupidly, flips.

Anakin’s shoulders rise lightly. “Well, I do have to know what you think, and I thought I was on top of your face already—” He stops abruptly and his flush extends all the way down his throat now, past his collarbones, and disappears under the fabric of the shirt. “Facial expressions! On top of your facial expressions! Because I’ve been watching you so closely—” Anakin stops again, face scrunching, before he presses the heels of his hands into his eyes for a brief moment.

He could probably illuminate the office all by himself if the lights weren’t already turned on.

Obi-Wan’s stomach has gone from a flip to somersaults even though he knows Anakin is talking about being observant and attentive. It’s one of the things Anakin had told him on Obi-Wan’s first day: that he needed to know what he was thinking so he could help Obi-Wan in the best possible way.

Obi-Wan’s stomach just hasn’t gotten the message yet.

Obi-Wan clears his throat lightly. “I appreciate your dedication…to my face,” he says, trying for teasing, and breathes a sigh of relief when his voice doesn’t come out strangled.

Anakin makes high-pitched noise. He’s still steadily glowing crimson but he rolls his eyes. “You suck,” he says, with feeling, but there’s a slight wheeze in his tone.

“Can’t say that I don’t.” It falls from his mouth before he even realizes what he’s saying, but his own mortification and Anakin’s utterly gobsmacked face drive regret through him like a lance. “I’m sorry, Anakin,” he quickly adds, just as heat rises into his own cheeks. “That was inappropriate. I apologize.”

“Okay.” Anakin’s voice comes out like a croak and he clears his throat once, twice. “Thanks. I mean—” He rubs his palms over his thighs. “Yeah. It’s—okay.”

There’s a beat of silence during which Obi-Wan feels pinpricks of anxiety prattling along his skin, regret and discomfort twisting in his gut.

A thought strikes him then, and suddenly, he needs to know. “Is this why you’re uncomfortable working here?”

“What?” Anakin seems adorably confused before his expression morphs into one of alarm. “No. I’m not—” He sucks in a breath. “I’m not uncomfortable or embarrassed working here.”

Obi-Wan frowns, unconvinced, but something within him unspools nevertheless. Anakin sits back down on the couch, half turned towards him, with one leg tucked under himself. He sighs and runs a hand through his messy curls, tangling his fingers in the soft-looking strands, and then scrubs it, almost furiously, over the back of his head for a second.

Regret lances through Obi-Wan once again. “I’m sorry, Anakin, you don’t have to answer it. It’s not my place to ask.”

“I like working here,” Anakin says, so fiercely that it freezes Obi-Wan to the spot. “I like working with you.”

Oh, what a siren song.

Anakin drags in a deep breath and releases it in a long exhale. “A lot of people make fun of people who work in fashion and lifestyle. It’s still seen as—I don’t know—silly and unimportant, and people who work in this industry are regarded as airheads or vain, unless it’s someone really high up the food chain, like you.”

Obi-Wan turns towards him and sinks his shoulder against the backrest as he watches Anakin rub the pads of his fingers over the seam of his pants.

“There are enough people who just don’t take you seriously when they clock you as someone working in fashion or when you dress…differently. When you use fashion as a—a way of being who you are.” Anakin lifts a shoulder as he frowns at his hands. “So, I just, um, say I don’t care about it.”

It, Obi-Wan realizes, means more than one thing.

“People make assumptions all day long and I can’t stop anyone from doing that but—well, I guess, I can. Not play into their hands at least,” Anakin continues. His Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. “And besides, you know, there’s more pressing stuff like housing and food and since I don’t like sharing either, fashion is—it’s—just a non-issue by necessity. Also, I am firmly against fast fashion, as you can see.” He begins motioning down himself but aborts not even mid-way through. “Well, not right now but tomorrow for sure.”

Anakin sucks in a breath through his teeth and lets his shoulders slump before he looks up to meet Obi-Wan’s gaze. There’s something akin to a challenge in his eyes, defiant and defensive and ready to strike, as if he’s waiting for Obi-Wan to pass judgment on him. But that soft, vulnerable part of him remains exposed: a glimpse of a part of Anakin that’s so delicate he rarely allows anyone to see.

And he trusts Obi-Wan with it.

The weight of it is—immeasurable.

Obi-Wan hums. “I do have to say I am quite surprised that someone as brazen as you pays any mind to the opinions of others,” he points out with a wry smile, keeping his tone jovial. “May I advise finding new friends if yours are judging you for expressing yourself?”

“How have I ever not thought of that before?” Anakin scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Guess I am too brazen.”

Ah. Wrong approach, then.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, softening his voice, “you’re exceptional at what you do. I wouldn’t get half of the things done in a day if it weren’t for you covering my back. Do you know how many people have envied me for my ‘feisty assistant’?”

Anakin scowls at his hands. “How many?” He sounds as if he can’t help himself but ask.

Obi-Wan curls his lips in a smile. “I’ve lost track, to be quite honest, but I wager you do come up in conversation at least once a week.”

“Oh.” It’s a soft little thing, full of surprise and pride. Anakin snaps his eyes up at him and purses his lips like he’s trying to keep from smiling. He rubs a hand over his neck.

“I know your value, Anakin,” Obi-Wan adds, imbuing his voice with conviction, with affection. “And it’s got absolutely nothing to do with what you wear, but I see the way you carry yourself in these clothes. Don’t let the ignorant assumptions of strangers dictate how you express yourself. Don’t make yourself smaller for anyone.”

Clearing his throat, Anakin ducks his head. His lashes fan over his cheeks as he blinks, casting long shadows along his skin.

He’s beautiful when he’s brash but there’s something inexplicably gorgeous about him when he’s bashful and flustered, a kind of unwitting vulnerability that speeds Obi-Wan’s heartbeat up and makes him curl his hands into fists to keep from reaching out to wrap a hand around the back of Anakin’s head to guide into the crook of his own neck.

Anakin clears his throat again. He smiles, small and happy. Obi-Wan answers with his own smile.

“I mean,” Anakin starts as he sits up a bit straighter and sharpens his edges, “duh.” He sounds insufferably cocky and though the softness has disappeared from his face, there’s a faint blush on his cheeks. “You would crash and burn without me.”

Obi-Wan sighs, faux put-upon, and Anakin grins.

Later, on his way out of the office, he makes a note to call HR in the morning.

[xxcallmemaryxx]

Ghouls/GNreader

You left on a much needed holiday. You’re returning today... to a pack of very needy and possesive ghouls. 

REQUEST for Anon!

It's been 3 weeks since you left. Walking back through the church gates and into the building floods your senses with a feeling of welcomeness… of home. 

You'd gone on a much needed holiday. Travelled around for a bit, saw the sights that deserved to be seen and just spent your days relaxing. It was amazing. It was just the breath of fresh air you needed to clear your head. You had been saving for it for years, dreaming about all the destinations that awaited you and all the breathtaking views you'd finally be able to experience with your own eyes. 

When the day finally came you couldn't wait to get to the airport. But the hardest part, the most painful part of the whole thing was leaving your ghouls behind. You went on your own. You had friends you could bring with you, sure, but at the end of the day… this trip was about you. It was about taking some much deserved time away from responsibilities and the weight of life in general. It killed you to leave them. To walk away and leave them standing there at the airport the day you left. None of them realised just how quiet things actually are without you around. It was really difficult for them to accept that they couldn't go with you. They wanted to so bad. 

Mountain will never tell you he almost spent his life savings on airline tickets for the whole group to come with you. Rain will never tell you he secretly had a bag packed and stashed away just in case you asked him to come along with you. Dew will never tell you he tried really really hard to convince Papa to make up some excuse about why you couldn't go. To stop you from leaving. Swiss will never tell you how he laid awake the night before your trip, praying to Him that your flight will get cancelled resulting in you having to stay. And Aether. He will never ever tell you he almost nicked your plane ticket out of your bag while you were getting ready to go. It was right there, sticking out of the bag pocket. Just enough for him to pull it out, slip it into his pocket and then tear it to shreds when you weren't looking. 

But they saw how your face lit up every time you talked about it. They saw how your eyes shone like the sun when you saw pictures of all the places you had planned to go. But most importantly, they saw how exhausted you had gotten recently. You were starting to lose your spark. The things they would have done to come with you. To share this amazing experience with you. 

You even tried to arrange some cheap last minute flights so they could come, and as bad as it hurt them to do so… they declined your offers. They kept reminding themselves about how this was for YOU. Not them. This wasn't about travelling as a group. This was about you finding your love for life again, and they respected that. So off you went. 

When they returned home after saying goodbye. Your scent lingered just enough to settle their hurt hearts. Each one of them splitting off into their respectful rooms to wallow in their sorrows. 

After the end of the first week your scent in their beds, in their clothes and in the air had dissipated. Each one of them had slept through your bed, resulting in your room to stop smelling like you too. 

Little whispers of you floated around the common room every now then. Perhaps some clean laundry that you didn't pack with you. Maybe a sibling of sin would return an item they borrowed from you before you left. But the most painful one was the postcards you would send each of them from every different destination you'd been too. They loved hearing from you. But damn, it would just remind them every single time how far away you were. 

Sure. You called and texted every single day. Sending them all photos you had taken of yourself being a typical tourist. But you loved the thought behind taking the time to write them each out some postcards. They each got different ones, with different personalised messages on the back. You were always so excited when they told you their postcards had arrived. 

They counted down the days until you arrived home. Safe and sound in their arms again. 

The morning of, they were up and out of bed before the sun rose. They tidied the whole common room, they put fresh sheets on your bed and stocked up the snacks cupboard with all of your favourites. It had been three dreadful weeks without you, needless to say they were very eager to make your return home as amazing as possible. 

Before long they were quite literally watching the time pass. Each of them sat in front of a clock watching the minutes tick by. Waiting for the moment they were to leave for the airport to come and pick you up. 

4 hours. 3 hours. 2 hours…. 1 hour left….

Then Papa came down to your shared common room. Something he doesn't do too often unless he really needed the ghouls for something. So when he appeared in the doorway the ghouls thought maybe he wanted to come along with them to pick you up… they knew that they were not the only beings who missed your presence in the church. Each of the Papas asked them over the time you'd been gone when they could expect you back… a few siblings of sin had reminders set on their phones or on their calendars. You are a very loved individual. So it wouldn't surprise the ghouls if Copia… especially your precious Copia, wanted to see you as soon as possible. 

But that's not what happened. Copia needed them to help him run errands. 

Fucking errands. 

The dread that filled the room was suffocating. Copia could feel it instantly. 

“Now… I know your beloved is to return home soon… I have arranged for them to be picked up and brought back here just like you had planned too…” he eeks out. He knows how important this was to them, but he needs his ghouls to do their jobs. Unfortunately the timing was awful and he just can't leave the church grounds without them nearby. He knows it, they know it, and you know it. 

You landed. Found the driver that was to collect you, you were very pleased to see Special awaiting your arrival. Packed your luggage in the car and started the drive back home. You had been in touch with Copia earlier, so you were aware of why your ghouls were missing… It was disappointing, but again…. They have a job to do. 

The drive home flew by, before you knew it Special was helping you carry your bags back down to your rooms. Dumping them at the door and then sitting with you to hear more about your trip.

The ghouls can't get home fast enough. Keeping their eyes on the time, they know you would have landed by now. Were you home? Were you simply on your way? Will they be able to see you walk through the door? They didn't know. 

They burst through the entrance of the church and each of them stopped dead in their tracks. They could smell you. You've been here. 

Then they were gone. Copia walked in not long behind them, only to enter an empty room. Ahh… okay. He suspects he will not be seeing them again for a while.

They'd never run through the abbey halls so fast. Weaving through siblings, careful enough not to barge anyone over…. But they didn't really care that much anyways. You were home. The closer down to the ghouls rooms they got the stronger your scent got. Their legs pushing them faster and faster. 

They can hardly breathe, their chests are tight with emotion. Your scent…. Finally being able to smell it after so long of nothing is dizzying. The images of you finally being home fly through their heads. They think about what you're doing right now, what you're wearing, they think about being able to hear your voice as you tell them all about your trip. No more texts, no more phone calls, no more postcards. Because you're home. 

They almost take the door clean off its hinges at the force they flung it open, when they file in they kind of just stop. And they stare. 

You're here, you're home. But Special is here. He is occupying your time. Why does he get to hear about your trip before they do? Mountain can't control the growl that seeps out of his mouth. The jealousy that bubbles up in their chests is overwhelming. If the deathly look in their eyes wasn't enough, the stench of hate that flooded Special's nose was plenty. He said his goodbyes to you and flew out the door within seconds. You watched him leave, feeling slightly guilty… but not for long. Because before the door had even closed behind him, they were on you. Clawed hands had made their way around your waist. Your vision of the door was overtaken by the sight of Aether. You melt into the ghoul behind you, who you realise to be Swiss, and allow him to pick you up and carry you to bed. You start to cry. They're finally here. You're finally back with them. The emotion hits you… really really hard. Swiss makes it into your room and lays you down. The tears are falling, Rain comes in behind him with tears rolling down his cheeks as well. He grabs your face and plants heavy kisses on your lips. Mountain tears him off you and pulls you back out of bed and into his chest. Lifting you right out and wrapping you up in his arms. He falls back into the spot you were just laying and buries his nose into the top of your head. Dew pushes his way through the other ghouls to snag a good spot next to you, crawling under the blankets to press himself as close to you and Mountain as he possibly can. Aether comes up behind him, scoops him into his arms… similar to how Mountains cradling you right now and slides in next to him. His hand comes to your head, threading his fingers to your hair and leaning over to kiss you. To finally feel your lips on his again almost shuts him down. He can barely breathe in when you pull away. Swiss and Rain take this as their turn to jump into bed too. Slipping under the sheets on the opposite side of Dew and Aeth… 

They each let their tails slide over your body and wrap around any limb they can reach. Their need to feel you is intense. To remind themselves that you're here, and you're staying. Tomorrow they will fight over who gets you first. They each will take their time covering themselves in your scent. They will bombard you with kisses. And you know damn well they will try to sneak away with you one at a time just to have you alone. 

But that's tomorrow. Right now, you allow them to live in their neediness. You allow them to get possessive over you. Poor Special had to learn that the hard way… 

They will calm down eventually. You know it. But you also know you're not leaving this room for a long time. The rest of the church will have to wait their turn. And even then… you can already picture the ghouls crowding around you and following you around like you'll disappear again if they turn away for a second too long.

[lattesqueeze]

KISS PROOOOMPTS

For any pairing, may I have either "i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me" or “lifting your lover up”?

KISS PROMPT FOR YOU MY LOVE

Thank you so much for asking 🥰 i love you!!

Here's a little Landoscar snack for you!!

Somewhere in the distance, a blend of old classics and current electro-pop mingled into one echoing pulse, married together with the laughter and chatter of people eating, drinking, and enjoying their evening. The evening was warm. The sky was completely dark, but the lights of the Italian town cast a warm and inviting glow over the cobbled streets. Despite the late hour, divine smells of cooking blended in a burst of sweetened tomatoes and sugary cinnamon. 

Two young men, one tall and pale, one a little shorter, with an unruly mop of brown curls, made their way slowly along the street. Like most of the other people in the town, they were enjoying the relative chill of the evening. The day had been almost unbearably hot, and the heat still radiated from the stone walls around them. A light mist of rain surrounded them, but it brought nothing but cool relief. 

As the two came to the centre of the stone bridge, coated in lichen and years of built up dirt, a distinctive pop snapped their attention to somewhere over the water. A shower of golden sparks descended over the river. Another pop, and a multicoloured supernova materialised in the sky, only for a second. 

The slightly taller of the two, Oscar, stopped and turned his whole body to face the direction of the fireworks. 

“It’s like one of my sisters’ rom-coms.” Oscar said with a hushed chuckle. 

Lando snorted. 

“Yeah? With the rain and all?” 

“Yeah, the fireworks, the music. You know.” Oscar looked dreamily out over the water, watching the sparkling explosions. 

“Well, if this is a rom-com, I think this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me.” Lando said with a casual shrug. 

If Oscar had been looking more closely, or paying more attention to anything other than Lando’s mouth, he would have noticed the way Lando fidgeted with his sleeve cuffs to disguise the shaking of his hands. He would have noticed the barely-noticeable flush of Lando’s cheeks, and the way he refused to meet Oscar’s eyes. Perhaps he might even have noticed the way Lando looked down at his feet, shy, and wet his lips to a shine with the tip of his tongue. 

As it was, Oscar really wasn’t paying much attention at all to what Lando was doing. He was rather preoccupied with the white noise and static that had washed over his brain. 

Lando cleared his throat softly and looked up at Oscar with a half-squint. Oscar seemed to register this, and his brain reconnected to the rest of his body. He took just one step towards Lando, tentative. 

At that very moment, three things happened in unison. 

First, the light drizzle morphed with a vengeance into a heavy, summer shower. Squeals of pedestrians caught in the downpour echoed around the street, but neither Lando nor Oscar noticed. It was mere seconds before they were the only people left out in the rain, with everyone else having scurried to shelter. 

Second, the firework display seemed to enter its finale, with a cacophony of bangs and booms, and a never-ending flurry of sparks in every colour of the rainbow. Accompanied by music, the chatter of the busy street, and the sound of the rain, the fireworks display was vibrant and chaotic and Lando and Oscar were missing it completely. 

Lando and Oscar were entirely wrapped up in each other. Lando had backed himself against the waist-high wall of the bridge, and Oscar pinned him there, arms encircling his waist. Oscar, in an unprecedented burst of confidence, had wiggled his knee in between Lando’s thighs, and had his hands firmly planted on Lando’s hips. He had gazed at Lando for just a moment, watched as his pupils dilated to swallow up much of the lightness of his iris, before leaning in to gently take Lando’s lips between his own. 

Lando sighed into the kiss, and licked insistently at Oscar’s lower lip. Oscar’s lips parted, and Lando took to biting on his swollen lower lip, never quite letting him breathe fully. Just as Oscar seemed to have coached Lando into a bit of a rhythm, Lando pulled away and leaned back.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” He said with a cheeky, impish grin.

“You could’ve said.” Oscar rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, could’ve.” Lando shrugged. “This was more fun though.”

Lando hopped backwards, so he was sitting on the wall, giving him just a little bit more height. He draped his arms around Oscar’s neck, pulling him close again. His fingers ventured further afield, winding themselves tightly into the longer hair at the base of Oscar’s neck, eliciting a sigh of pleasure. He gave an experimental tug, forcing Oscar’s head back a little, exposing his neck. 

Lando took the opportunity to kiss along Oscar’s jaw and down his neck, nibbling gently to leave little pink blooms where a mark would show itself later. Oscar dug his fingers deeper into the flesh of Lando’s hips with a groan, doing his damnedest to pull Lando ever closer. Lando released his grip on Oscar’s hair, instead letting his hands wander along Oscar’s neck and jaw. 

The fireworks ended with one final flourish, and the rain seemed to have worn itself out. Lando and Oscar pulled apart and stared at each other, giggling. Oscar’s hair was plastered flat against his forehead, and Lando’s curls threatened to be weighed down into some semblance of a bowl cut. 

With a final wet kiss on Oscar’s unsuspecting mouth, Lando jumped back down off the wall, and steered Oscar away with an arm around his waist. Their hotel rooms - and the promise of dry clothes - awaited.

[diamondbreakingboi]

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences (Rating will change)

Fandom: Transformers: Earthspark

Relationship: Bumblebee/Breakdown

Characters: Bumblebee, Breakdown, Others Mentioned

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Season/Series 1, Banter, Fluff, Angst, Teasing, Flirting, Touch-Starved, Other Tags to be added

Chapters: 1/3

Summary: Bumblebee and Breakdown reconnect a little too well at a party...

...

Happy New Year everyone!! I hope you enjoy the start of this new Breakbee series :)

(I hope y'all don't mind) Mentioning a few people that really enjoyed my previous Breakbee fic...I hope you enjoy this one too!

@stylishpagani, @k4txlulzz, @jaykiller98,

[onejellyfishplease]

Open Your Shell to Find Your Wings, Chapter 31: Leonardo, has just arrived!

[birddcandle]

You have an super amazyn art style its so pretty!!!! Also care to hear some moss etho and arctic bdubs propaganda? For the ask game of course pffff

etho is being taken back by the moss and BDubs is kind of like an excited puppy (fox)

[piko-power]

Under the Moonlight - Final Part- Source of Light

Read Part 3 if you haven't already - Arguing with Myself (Sort Of)

Quick note: This story takes place before the sequel. Any Sonic Movie story I write like this one will be a pre-sequel story.

TW: Slight gore, though there is no blood, it's mainly violence towards Nightmare creatures.

Sonic was all by himself in the dark woods, and encounters a dangerous enemy. Believing he'll settle in to his new lifestyle, some unexpected visitors came to save the night.

-

He couldn't stop thinking about it. For hours he couldn't stop thinking about it.

He couldn't stop thinking about them.

They saw everything, and they were terrified.

Why did he lose control of himself? Why did he do that? He would never do that.

But he did all of it anyway, because he's the Werehog.

Puppy like whimpers escaped from his mouth when he continued to sob by a tree. He looked up to see that the moon was almost gone, but the stars were high and bright.

He lost track of time but he knew that it would be morning soon.

At this point, it might be impossible to look for Light Gaia's Bracelet in time to get rid of this stupid Werehog form.

And even if he succeed, Tom and Maddie, and the majority of his hometown, would be scared of him for a long time.

It's hopeless, even if there is hope for Sonic.

"Dumb Dark Gaia energy..." He grumbled sadly, putting his head down again.

You keep forgetting that I can hear you.

"Oh, shut up." He barked hoarsely. "Why won't you go posses someone else and leave me alone...?"

You are quite the simpleton for being so powerful. Like I said, you cannot rid of-

"I KNOW!" He rose his head up again, yelling at nothing in particular. "I know I can't get rid of you!" He panted, feeling restless and tired from screaming and crying.

He plopped back on the ground, face into the grass. "Just stop talking to me..." His voice mumbled.

Sonic. It is almost the rise of dawn. You need to complete our mission.

"I can stay as the Werehog, but I don't want to hurt anyone anymore..." He sniffled.

I'll make you if I have to.

"...And I'll fight back." His eyes glow for a moment.

Dark Gaia sighed.

For how long? How long would you be able to fight back when you know fully well you that put your town in fear?

"It's your fault that I caused havoc back there..." He argued.

Is it, really, when it was you who partially became a Nightmare, and nearly cost one's life in front of hundreds? Including your family?

Sonic froze.

"Th-They're... How did you-?"

Like I said, I know everything about you. Once my energy is one with a being, I have all their memories. Knowing their weaknesses, I will use them to my advantage to create an bigger army.

Sonic sit up in horror. "W-Wait... Are you saying...?"

You knew those humans of yours are looking for you, don't you?

He looked out to the dark opening of the woods. He gulped, and his lips quivered. As much as he knew that Tom and Maddie were afraid of him, he just wished they were here right now.

But at the same time, putting the pieces together he wanted them to stay away from him at all times, knowing that Dark Gaia will make him hurt them, or anyone near him.

"I won't let you make me hurt my parents just to get you a bigger, stupid army, you JERK!" He roared at the sky.

Careful. Your anger. It take you over as well. Sunrise is soon, and your energy will become unable to resist.

They're right. ...Again.

He must remain calm. He doesn't want to destroy anything or hurt anyone again. He already scared Green Hills badly, he does not want to make it worse for him or the town.

It's for the best to stay away from the town for good. If Dark Gaia doesn't make him, of course.

"I can't go back... I can't put Green Hills in danger all because I turned into a monster..." He said to himself. "They'll be safe when I'm far away..." He was choking up again. "And I'll be safe if I stay here... Where the Nightmares belong..."

About that...

Before Dark Gaia can say anything else, a low growl could be heard from within the forest. Sonic jumped and got back on his feet, looking around for the source of the sound. "What was that?! A lion?! Wait a minute, there aren't no lions in Green Hills..."

You are half Nightmare, may I remind you. Not all of my minions will cooperate with you since the transformation isn't complete yet. But I will do all I can to make sure they behave themselves so that way they won't harm you, only the humans.

"What are you, their dad?"

Do not mock me.

"Whatever."

However, if you ever dare to ignore my orders again at this point... Well... You'll see.

"Compared to how I look, I bet they won't look so..."

Catching something from the corner of his eye, Sonic turned to his right to see something come out of the shadows...

A dark blue and violet-ish creature, with a glowing aura which appeared to be purple fire of sorts coming out of it's spikes on it's back. Their eyes glow a frightening bright pink, staring into Sonic's soul.

Their arms and hands were huge and they had sharp blue claws, same for their feet. The claws on each were glowing light blue like the fire and eyes. There was a long horn coming out from between it's eyes, and it had a long tail that looked like a glowing sickle.

There were glowing markings on the back of it's hands, in an eerie magenta color. Sonic watched as the creature goes on all fours for a brief moment, snarling at him.

"A Nightmare." Sonic spoke finally, backing away slowly from the beast.

The Nightmare was unsure if the Werehog is it's ally, since it's half Nightmare like them, but half human. Though the Nightmare was confused on why it isn't human, but whatever isn't infested with Dark Gaia energy is the enemy nonetheless.

"Look, pal," The Werehog stuttered, faking a smile. "I don't wanna start anything, alright? Just because I don't wanna be like you that doesn't mean you wanna pick a fight, right? I mean we're both Nightmares, yet we both have our differences! That makes sense, right??"

All the Nightmare could do was growl quietly at the startled teen.

His ears pinned down to his head. That didn't work.

My Nightmare wouldn't trust you so easily considering your appearance, but until you find a human or more, and transfer your energy to them, you will gain the Nightmare's trust.

"Good luck with that." Sonic says, backing up more. "Ever since I defeated Robotnik, my duty is to protect the people I care about! To be a hero! And because of you, the whole town thinks I'm a monster!"

The Nightmare slowly began to approach the Werehog, snarling at him and preparing to attack.

"As long as I stay here in the woods, I won't bother anyone again. And I don't care if you can control me, I will find a way to snap out of it like before and keep my family and town safe! Like a real hero I am!!"

The Nightmare then lets out a loud, glass shattering screech of a roar and pounced on the Werehog, ready to bite his head off. Sonic let out a yell trying to push this creature off of him.

It's mouth was filled with fangs just begging to rip something apart. It continued screaming at the Werehog, trying to attack, but Sonic kept fighting back, trying his best to remain calm and not go feral like last time.

"Get! Off! Of! Me!" He strained, pushing as hard as he can.

He groaned loudly, using all his strength to push this beast off. With a cry, he lands a big punch on the Nightmare's stomach, sending it flying a few feet away from Sonic.

The Nightmare collapsed on the ground and Sonic quickly got back up on his feet. His eyes were huge and his mouth was agape. "Holy crap..." He stared at his humongous hands and a big smile slowly crept back on his muzzle for the first time since forever.

He began to laugh out loud with pride and excitement, running in circles on all fours. "OH, MY GOD, ARE YOU SERIOUS?! THAT WAS SO FREAKING COOL!"

He then came to a halt, and looked down at his hands again, unaware that his tail is wagging fast like a hyperactive dog. "I didn't know I was that strong! HAHA! In your face, Nightmare!"

The lizard like creature got back up and turned to the Werehog, incredibly furious now.

"Uh oh." His joy quickly vanished the moment the Nightmare glared right at him. "Probably too early to celebrate."

You made quite a mistake. You should run.

"I'd rather stay here. So that way, no one can get hurt but the real enemy." Sonic got back on his hands and feet, preparing to attack the Nightmare.

He took a deep, long breath, calming himself down, before opening his eyes, which are no longer glowing, and back to it's usual emerald green windows of the soul of a hero he used to be.

A hero he still is.

He smirked his traditional smirk. "Come and get me." He called out in a cocky tone.

The Nightmare charged at the now confident beast with another loud shriek before suddenly they were kicked in the face by someone's foot, making it tumble to the ground just inches away from Sonic.

"What the-?!" Before he could react, in front of was the person, who attacked the Nightmare, landing back on his feet.

Sonic gasped and got back on his feet, taking a step back.

"TOM?!"

The Donut Lord himself turned to face his fluffy friend, with a tired but big smile. "Hey, bud." He said, panting.

"Thomas!" Another voice cried out from the distance. It was Maddie, the Pretzel Lady.

"We're right behind ya!" Crazy Carl was there too, also catching up with the sheriff.

"Maddie?! Carl?!" Sonic was relieved, yet shocked to see the three humans in the same forest as him out of all things. "What are you guys doing here?!"

"Saving your butt, that's what!" Tom try to stand up straight, taking some deep breaths, while being comforted by Maddie.

"But... B-But..." Ears bent back and tail flopping down to the ground, the Werehog stepped away further, feeling unprepared and scared now.

Perfect timing.

"No! You shut up right now, dude! I am NOT in the mood to deal with you!" He yelled at a tree, which was kind of random to everyone involved except Crazy Carl.

"Sonic?" Maddie said, one eye brow raised.

"Uhhh, haha... That was nothing." He chuckled.

They're here. Now... Do it.

"NO! I WON'T! Get out of my head!" Sonic cried out once again to nothing at all, which is worrying Tom and Maddie.

"Sonic, who are you talking too?!" Tom said, trying to reach out to the Werehog.

"it's Dark Gaia." Carl said. "It's communicating with him since he's half Nightmare. He's trying to fight back it's control."

The couple looked at each other and nodded, knowing what to do next. "Carl, you distract that... Thing, me and Maddie will go comfort our kid!"

"You got it!" Carl gives a thumbs up and ran towards the Nightmare. "Just don't get hurt, alright?" Tom said.

"I'll be fine! I got what I need to fend mahself!" He said, pulling out a flashlight. The Nightmare was about to attack Carl, but he began to shut the flashlight on and off rapidly at the creature, blinding him constantly with light.

It shrieked loudly, covering it's eyes. "Go on! Get! Get!!" He yelled at the creature, not stopping the blinking light anytime soon.

"Guess that'll do." Maddie said, with Tom nodding in agreement. They both run off to see Sonic, shaking his head violently.

"Go away! GO! AWAY!" He cried.

Last warning, Sonic. Do as I say, or I'll make you.

"I'M NOT HURTING MY PARENTS!! JUST GO AWAY!!"

He then punch a hole through the tree. He yelped, not meaning to do that.

"Sonic! Buddy, you need to calm down! Dark Gaia's in your head!" Tom said, cautiously approaching him. "You think I don't know that?!" Sonic barked at the sheriff, nearly scaring him.

He gasped, realizing what he had done. "N-No! You shouldn't be here! Leave before I-!"

"We are not leaving you, young hedgehog!" Maddie said, placing her hand on his hairy arm.

His eyes grew in fear.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

POW!

He lightly punched Maddie to the ground. She winced, feeling scrapes on her arm. She sat up, holding onto her arm. Tom ran up to her and placed his hands on her cheeks. "Maddie! Are you okay?"

The Werehog couldn't be any more frightened. He hurt her like he did before back at the house. "Nononononono! NO! GET OUT OF HERE!"

"Sonic-!"

"Please! I don't want to hurt you!" He screamed, feeling tears stinging his eyes.

"Uhhh, guys? The flashlight's not working!" Carl said, waving his "weapon" quickly before seeing the Nightmare snarl at him. He stuffed his weapon back in his pocket and ran to the group. "We need to run someplace else before-!"

"THERE'S MORE OF THEM?!" Maddie shrieked.

"Too late."

A couple more Nightmares slowly crept through and out of the shadows. They were nearly surrounding the four. Carl put up his fists, ready to beat up some monsters, Tom and Maddie held each other's hands and Sonic was out of breath.

I am out of patience.

Oh no, here comes the stupid headache.

The hedgehog cried out, holding his head, fighting back the control. "GO...! AWAY...! I DON'T WANT TO...! H-HURT MY..." He groaned loudly, tears streaming down his light blue muzzle.

The couple looked behind them to see their kid crying in fear. "Sonic!' They both shouted.

The sun will rise soon and you will be my puppet! You will obey!!

When Sonic opened his glowing eyes, he looked up to see the horrified Tom and Maddie.

The sight weakened him at first but...

Looking at them for long enough...

They weren't running away. They were blocking the Nightmares' way of trying to reach to him, even Carl. He wasn't running away either. Well, it's Crazy Carl, of course he's not running away.

But Tom and Maddie...

These people who gave him their home and look out for him for months...

Now seeing him as some slightly bigger monster, who ruined a bank and beat up a bully, didn't run off.

They weren't scared of him. They were scared of losing him.

After all this time, he thought he frightened them because of his appearance. They were really just worried for his well being?

But he's a Werehog.

...But to them, he's still their hedgehog.

The ringing faded. The pain faded. The control faded.

Sonic got back up, completely ignoring Dark Gaia's control. He exhaled a shaky, but determined breath as he opens his eyes, no longer glowing slime green, but this time, the electric bright blue.

Lightning began to bounce off his quills, back to their normal blue color. Tom, Maddie and Carl back away a few steps, knowing exactly what's about to happen.

The Nightmares took notice and kept their glowing eyes on their new target; the traitor.

Once more, he smirked.

What the hell is this?! You are under my control!! How is this possible?!

"Plain and simple, really... I'm in control now."

Then, with a burst of speed, the Werehog punched a hole through one of the Nightmares, and it screeched out to the heavens. Tom and Maddie gasped loudly, seeing the scene unfold.

"Oh, I love where this is goin'." Carl said, smiling finally.

He pulled his fist out of the lizard beast's chest, and landed another punch but to it's face, knocking it out completely. It fell to the ground motionless, and faded away like dust.

"Who's next?!" Sonic announced loudly to the crowd the Nightmares with an iconic smile on his face.

They all hiss at him before charging at him. One of them tried to scratch him but he dodged quick enough for the Nightmare to attack the ground instead. He grabbed it's horn and shoved it's head in the ground.

Then he landed a dozen punches at another one before landing a heavy kick to the face, defeating it completely. Sonic continued going all out on the monsters one by one, some both at once.

Tom, Maddie and Carl watched as each and every Nightmare fall to the grass and evaporate to the winds. "Go, Sonic! Come on! Get their asses!" The sheriff cheered. Maddie lightly shoved his elbow. How dare he swore in front of their hedgehog-werewolf child.

It felt like hours, but the Werehog wouldn't stop until every last Nightmare in the woods was completely down and out.

Then, one last Nightmare of the group tried to ambush him, creeping slowly and growling quietly. Maddie took notice of the monster and gasped.

"SONIC!" She cried.

He put his head up, feeling someone, or something, behind him.

Before the Nightmare even got a chance to pounce of him from a distance, the Werehog took a quick turn and STRETCHED his arm right at the creature at scary speed, impaling it.

Sonic just stared at his now stretched out arm, that was probably as long as a canoe. He blinked a couple of times. "...This form never fails to surprise me in so many ways." He said, flabbergasted.

The Nightmare goes limp and Sonic pulled his arm out and it goes back to it's original length. He was still wondering how he could do that. Probably a Nightmare thing.

As he looked back at the monster he knocked out, it faded away.

Finally, all the Nightmares are gone.

Sonic stood there for a moment for a few seconds, calming himself, before he turned to his left to see Tom, Maddie and Crazy Carl. They all looked so relieved to see him okay and proud that he took care of the Nightmares.

At first, he was relieved and happy with himself, glad he protected his friends and took out the enemies. But...

He frowned and looked away for a second, feeling guilty about the situation he caused earlier. He sat down, both of his hands placed down on the ground. His ears drooped and so did his fluffy tail.

He looked back up at the humans to see their concerned faces. "You can go now..." He sadly spoke.

"No way." Tom said, walking up to him. "We're not leaving you out here."

Sonic was startled to see Tom approach him so quickly. "Y-You should! I-I was causing trouble in town, I couldn't control myself at first! ...I even hurt Karen... She was a jerk but she didn't deserve..." His lips began to tremble.

"Honey..." Maddie goes up to the Werehog along with Carl.

"I looked like a monster back there... I am a monster..." Once again, tears were working back up. "You were so... terrified. Y-You were scared of me!"

Tom and Maddie couldn't feel more heartbroken.

"Y-You don't have to be here... Please, just go... I don't want to hurt you..." He choked, turning away and walking off, until Tom held onto his giant hand.

"Buddy..." Tom began, showing such a genuine, yet sad, smile. "Back at the house, we were afraid at first that you would lose yourself completely, but of course, you were still your ol' self, chasing down a cat instead of trying to attack us."

The Werehog was still facing down at his socks.

"Shocked about what happened, but still worried for your safety, me and Maddie went out to find you. To make sure you're okay." He continued. "I'm kind of glad you didn't see how Maddie reacted during the whole search. The poor thing couldn't help but talk about how worried she was about you."

"But not as worried as Tom." Maddie came in, kneeling down to face Sonic at his level. "We were both scared for you, despite those... drastic changes you had. We were hoping you didn't run out of town on your own again..."

"But..." He croaked. "I hurt someone..."

"You didn't mean to." Tom said. "You never meant that. It was Dark Gaia messing with you. Carl saw everything too and he told us everything."

"It's true." Carl added.

"We were lucky to find you out here. It was the first place Carl believed you'd run into. I was afraid you might come across any danger, though." The Donut Lord said, patting his shoulder, comforting the Werehog.

Sonic slowly raises his head to see Maddie and Tom, showing a smile on their face.

A relieved smile.

A loving smile.

He smiled back. Just a small smile, though.

"You're not mad at me? Or scared of me?" He stuttered out the question.

"Hey," Tom spoke. "Werewolf hedgehog hybrid or not, you're still our Sonic Wachowski. You've always have been since the day you saw your room for the first time. Since then, you've always been part of our family."

"And we'll do all we can to make sure nothing bad will happen to you, and we guarantee we'll get that Light Gaia's Bracelet in time before sunrise." Maddie added.

"...Really?" Sonic said, a brief glimmer of hope shinned from his emerald eyes.

"Absolutely."

There was a small pause, a pause of the small family looking at each other. Despite all the chaos that happened, their still together. They will always be together.

The pause was interrupted by a hoarse, but gleeful chuckle from Sonic himself. "You guys love me too much."

"Well, it's better than that than none at all, right?" The sheriff said. "Like I said, your feelings matter, and they always will, silly."

Looking back on that Halloween night, during the end of their trick or treating journey were words similar to what Tom had said. And he was right.

Hedgehog, Werehog, whatever, his feelings, and him as a whole, are important to these couple of humans in front of him. The very humans that got his back since forever.

Another wet chuckle escaped from his mouth. His smile was more wide than a while ago.

Then, Tom's smile grew afterwards.

"...What?" Sonic tilted his head slightly.

"I'm sorry." Tom said, looking away for one second before erupting into small laughter. Sonic was caught off guard by the sudden laughter and just stared at Maddie, who was also showing off a big smile.

"I'm so sorry, Sonic, you're just adorable." Tom finally managed to speak out.

"Wait, WHAT?!" Sonic screamed, backing off a few steps. "I'm what now?! Excuse me, buddy, but I am NOT adorable! Especially as the Werehog! I mean, look at me! What do you mean 'I'm adorable??'"

"From what I was told, werewolves are supposed to be ferocious, but you, sir..." Maddie says, beginning to reach out for his ears. He squealed and backed off even more, who is now right next to Carl.

"Don't even think about it, you two! I am not adorable, alright?!'' He warned them, trying to act tough, but it was useless.

"Compared to Ozzie, you look like an alien hedgehog version of a puppy! You ARE adorable." She says, finally being able to place her hands behind Sonic's ear.

"Don't do it."

From the look of Maddie's smug smile, she'll definitely do it.

The scratching from behind the ears finally commenced, and the Werehog's eyes grew in fear. He shall not be treated like some sort of puppy. He's not a puppy, and he is certainly not adorable-

Oh no. It feels good.

After just seconds of getting scratched, a goofy grin crept on Sonic's face and tried not to laugh, feeling ticklish. "Y-You guys are the worst!" He says between giggles.

Curse his back ears for being good weak spots.

His tail was wagging again as the ear scratchies continued, and Sonic's laughter was louder this time. "Aww, you like it, don't ya Sonic?" Tom asked.

"Q-Quit it! Hahaha!" Even though he sort of hated getting ear scratches, he needed this laugh after everything that had happened during this night.

The night was full of chaos on so many levels, he needed something to lift his spirits. Tom and Maddie were they to lift those spirits alright, but not with ear scratches!

At least he feels better finally after so long.

Eventually, Maddie stopped tickling the back of Sonic's ear and the Werehog tried to stop himself from laughing. "I-I'm sorry, give me one second-! Haha!" He snorted.

The couple just looked so happy to see and hear their hedgehog laugh again.

Carl was satisfied to see the Blue Devil cheered right back up again, but his thoughts were right back to Dark Gaia, and the fact that it's almost morning.

"I don't mean to ruin your moment, but..." He says, pointing out to the sky. The three looked up to see the dark sky becoming brighter slowly.

The sun is beginning to rise.

"Uh oh..." All of that laughter quickly washed away the moment he looked up at the sky, seeing most of the stars going away in seconds.

"If we hurry, we'll still have time to search for that Bracelet." Carl noted. "We can't waste any more time at this point."

"...Right." Tom says, getting back up.

Maddie gets up along with him. "Since you know so much about Dark Gaia, and probably Light Gaia, where do you think the bracelet is?" She asks.

"The heart of the forest of Green Hills. ...Hopefully." Carl sighed.

"Then come on!" Sonic says, jumping right back up on his feet as well. "We gotta get moving before those Nightmare jerks show up again!"

"And make sure you don't go crazy." Carl added.

"Right. That too..." He said, briefly looking down at his claws. He knew Dark Gaia isn't gone from his mind forever, and since the sun is rising soon, he needs to hurry this up before he loses his senses completely.

Or worse, hurt his family.

"Lead the way, Crazy Carl."

"Don't have to tell me twice, ya Blue Devil."

Carl runs off, with Maddie and Tom following him. Sonic stays behind for a while, looking down to the ground, feeling uncertain. His stomach was feeling uneasy.

You will not ignore me again.

"Heh. I was wondering when you were gonna show up." He spoke out to Dark Gaia.

You were lucky... somehow, but you won't take control for too long. The sun is rising, and you will fall, and be one with Dark Gaia.

A low, yet calm growl as let out by the space hog.

Soon, when the time comes, my darkness will reign over the Earth, as intended. No more retched light that burns upon my wondrous shadows. My energy will never be rid of. You are powerless against me.

"Maybe so," He spoke. "but Light Gaia sure isn't."

Then he dashed off, catching up with Tom, Maddie and Carl.

At the perfect moment, you will give me what I want.

-

"HEY! OVER HERE!" Carl cried out from the distance. The couple and the Werehog turned to see Carl looking over from behind a bush.

They push aside the leaves to see a small circle of gravel surrounding a tiny metal arch stabbing against the ground, front and center of a tall stone tablet of sorts, slowly breaking down after centuries of being there out in the open, and writings of an unknown language.

"Is that...?" Is all Sonic could say, looking out at the small half ring on the ground.

"It appears to be." Carl responds.

The group walks out of the bush and approaches the area with great caution. Looking around, including Sonic, for any Nightmares lurking in the dark.

Carl crouched down to take a good look at the ring. "Oh, yeah. This is the one, alright." Carl's smile was forming behind that bushy beard of his.

"The Light Gaia's Bracelet! We found it!" Sonic exclaimed, pumping both fists in the air. But the victorious feeling faded away for a while when a thought came.

"It looks really stuck in there, though..." He wondered out loud. "We can get it out. Right, guys?"

They all nodded.

"I'll do it." Tom says, going down on one knee. "Just be careful, Tom." Maddie, placed his hand on his shoulder, worried that he might pulled a bone or two.

"He'll be fine. He's the strongest guy I know!" Said the Werehog.

"We can't rush, but we need to get this wrapped up. The sun's almost here." Tom looked down at his watch.

It read 6:24AM.

Tom grab a hold of the bracelet with both of his hands and pulled hard. He grunted loudly, trying to get it off the ground as fast as possible.

Only a few itches of the bracelet got off the ground. Tom was already out of breath, but kept pulling anyways. "I'm helping." Maddie says, kneeling down and holding onto the bracelet next to Tom.

"Don't break it." Sonic says, feeling more impatient and nervous by the minute, waiting for something to pop out from behind the trees.

He nearly forgot about it.

Light is upon us. Now.

"Oh, no. Nonononono...!!" The throbbing pain was making a return. Dark Gaia is gaining back control. "NO! NOT NOW!" He pleaded through his teeth.

"Sonic! Remain calm! It's gonna be alright!" Carl held Sonic's arm tightly, hoping that someone's touch can help him snap out of it. "Remember that we got your back, Blue Devil!"

"GET... OUT... OF MY... HEAD...!" The Werehog growled quiet enough for the monster themself to hear. Blue sparks pop out his quills slowly.

Your power will be a great cause to my army. You will fall to my grasp and become part with Dark Gaia!

"Never... In a million years... You MONSTER!" Sonic barked.

"Any time now." Carl demanded calmly as the couple still struggled to pull the bracelet out of the ground.

But with enough strength, it was beginning to become more lose by the second, until finally...

"GAAGH!" With a loud grunt, Tom and Maddie managed to pull the bracelet free, revealing the full Light Gaia's Bracelet.

A huge, shiny, silver bracelet with some sort of click on the bottom, shows off a small bright emerald green orb on the top.

"The Bracelet...!" Sonic spoke weakly.

NO!!

"Gaaagh!!" He screamed out, catching Tom and Maddie's attention.

"NOW!" Yelled out Carl.

I WILL NOT FAIL TO THE LIKES OF YOU!!

Tom, with the bracelet in hand, ran up to the hedgehog and snapped it open for it to be big enough to fit him. "Hold still. You're going to be okay."

Carl moved Sonic's arm over to the sheriff but he kept trying to attack. "N-NO...! STOP...!"

"Hold still, little buddy." Tom kept saying, holding onto his kid's arm as he tries to put the bracelet on him. Dark Gaia's energy was getting stronger at this rate, and the transformation's second stage was about to start.

Now or never.

"Please work." Tom prayed under his breath as he snapped the bracelet back on, holding tightly on the Werehog's arm.

YOU WILL NOT- ... ...

It's voice stopped suddenly.

The pain faded away.

Sonic blinked.

Then, in an immediate second afterwards, a big burst of light shot out of Sonic's chest, unlike the first time he transformed, it was a bright green light, shooting out into the sky and through the clouds.

His eyes were glowing white, and was arisen off the ground as the energy of Dark Gaia was getting sucked out completely. The Light Gaia's Energy from within the bracelet's crystal emerges to erase Dark Gaia's.

The sickening dark purple smoke rose from out of the hedgehog's body and slowly disappear into the crystal, trapping and ridding Dark Gaia's Energy for good.

A blinding flash emits out of the hedgehog, and Tom, Maddie and Carl covered their sight for a while. "What's happening?!" Pretzel Lady cried out.

"Don't worry! This was supposed to happen!" Carl said.

Eventually, the flash and the beam was gone, and Sonic, who was high up in the air, began plummeting to the ground. Tom gasped and ran up to the falling hedgehog and let him fall into his arms, safe and sound.

"Buddy?! Are you alright?!" He asked, worry in his tone.

The space hog could only groan in response for a while, as he slowly opened his eyes. He blinked a couple of times before looking up to see his friend, his eyes now fully adjusted.

"Tom?" He finally said.

A small, relieved laugh escaped from the Donut Lord.

Sonic sits up, still in the sheriff's arms, looking around himself. "Hang on a second..." Blue, skinnier and less hairier arms? Check. Hands and paws back to normal? Check. Quills back to their usual style? Check.

"It... It worked! IT WORKED!" He yelled out, excitement and need for speed finally back into play. He jumped out of Tom's arms and ran around in a circle millions of times in lightning speed, laughing and cheering.

"WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!" He shrieked out his happiness for the whole world to hear, glad to finally be back to normal.

Tom, Maddie and Carl all laugh lightly, watching the little hedgehog run around the area and dance around a bit, never feeling more energetic in his life.

"Sonic the Hedgehog is back, baby! WHOOP WHOOP!" He exclaimed, doing a back-flip before stepping on a rock that nearly stabbed his foot. "Ow! Ow, ow, ow! That hurt! That really hurt! Ow!"

He painfully stepped away and checked on his foot, only to notice that both of his socks have giant holes underneath now. His socks are ruined. "Awww, man... Come on..." He whined.

His socks weren't the only things that were ruined, though. He even noticed he wasn't wearing gloves. They were ruined too. "Seriously...? Now I gotta get a new pair..."

"It's alright buddy," Tom says with a small chuckle. "we'll buy you some new gloves and socks later today. ...Right after I take a quick nap."

At the right moment, the sun was shining through the leaves of the trees. Morning has arrived.

Sonic was extremely relieved the whole supernatural mess is over with. Glad to not hear Dark Gaia's voice bugging him, and especially glad to not deal with the whole Werehog look.

"Thank goodness..." He sighed heavily. "It's finally over."

"Right?" Maddie was exhausted, yet happy to take care of the situation. "Couldn't have done it without your help, Carl. Thanks."

"Hey. It was a pleasure of mine to help out some friends." Carl said. "I'm just glad your little Blue Devil was back to normal just in time."

"You and me both, man." Donut Lord laughed, tiredly. "Though... I should probably let the town know about what was going on with Sonic."

"Definitely." Carl, Maddie and Sonic all said in agreement. "I especially owe Karen an apology." Sonic said, scratching the back of his head. The beat last for a short time when he chuckled suddenly. "But I highly doubt she'll even listen to me, so what's the point? Haha!"

"It's gonna be a long day for me, that's for sure..." Tom let out a tired sigh, needing some sleep despite needing to check up on the town and the people in it.

"Still..." Sonic began. "That sure was an adventure. I seriously thought I was gonna be the Werehog forever! I thought you'll all be too afraid of me..." He cupped his hands together, still feeling guilty about what happened a few hours ago.

"We were never afraid of you, bud." Tom kneeled down, placing a hand on his shoulder and patting him, comforting him.

That silly little cocky smile of Sonic's appeared on his muzzle. "Says the one who use a tranq dart on me. Ha!"

"It was an accident! Ugh, are you EVER gonna get over that?"

"Nerp!"

"Of course not."

The two goofballs laughed away, going in for a little hug. They needed this laugh. After a long night.

They needed this moment.

They're both glad to be part of this moment.

"Welp, I'm glad I get to help, but I should get back to my RV." Carl said. "Happy for you, Blue Devil. Welcome back."

The hedgehog's smile couldn't get any more huge than it already was. "Thanks, pal."

"I'll see ya'll later!" Carl waved goodbye before leaving, heading back to the woods. Tom got back up on his feet and walked over to Maddie. "You alright, hon?" He held her hand.

She took a deep breath, rubbing her thumbs against the back of his hand. "I'm okay... I'm okay." She said quietly, tears nearly forming in her eyes.

"I know that mess was pretty, well, messy, but it's all good now, okay? Sonic's still here. He's safe."

"Yeah, guys! No need to get yourself worked up!" Sonic said, winking. "I'm not going anywhere! Don't you worry!"

Then, a big, long yawn escaped from the hedgehog's mouth. After a restless journey as the Werehog and searching for the Light Gaia's Bracelet, he never felt so exhausted in a long time.

"I can't believe I stayed up all night..." He mumbled to himself, rubbing his eyes. "I really need to get some sleep..."

"Yeah, we should probably head back home." Maddie said, shuffling some of her hair out of her face, still feeling like a wreck after the whole Werehog thing.

"Good idea." Tom agreed. ruffling up his hair for a bit.

Tom and Maddie looked out to the forest, figuring out where they entered and where they should leave. "The whole town must be loosing their crap right now. I bet Wade couldn't sleep after hearing all the commotion." She mentioned.

"Haha! Yeah, probably." The sheriff laughed.

"I think the closest route to Green Hills is this way?" Maddie guessed, looking out to her right. "Let's go." She goes off.

Tom was about to follow her but then noticed that someone in the group was missing. "Sonic?" He looked around for a second before seeing the speed demon asleep, completely out, snoring away on the grass and his head was in his arms, already drooling on his hand.

He huffed a quiet chuckle, finding the sight quite cute, but he needs to be sleeping on a real bed.

He approached the sleepy hedgehog and kneel down to place a hand on Sonic. "Sonic? Buddy." He shook slightly, trying to wake him up. A small grumble was the only response.

"Sonic. Wake up, little buddy. Buddy?"

-

"Come on, little dude. It's time to get up. Wake up, Sonic."

"Nooooo... Five more minutes." Sonic groaned, trying to go back to sleep.

"It's almost past nine, I don't want you to sleep through the whole day."

"Wuh...? It's not past nine, I thought it was six or somethin', I don't know, lemme sleep..." He mumbled on before dozing off again, snuggling against his pillow.

...Wait a minute, pillow?!

"Hold up!" He cried, sitting up with a start. "What happened?! How did I get here?! How long was I asleep for?!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down, Blue Devil." Tom placed his hand back on the hedgehog's shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"I-I just fell asleep! In the woods! How did I end up here?" He asked, half asleep and confused about his surroundings. He was just at the forest a few seconds ago, what the heck happened?

"You weren't asleep in the woods?"

"Uhh, yeah, I was. You were there, and so was Maddie and Carl."

"...No??"

"Did you seriously forgot about the whole Werehog shtick or something? I thought- Wait. My gloves!" His hands suddenly caught his attention away from Tom.

"I got my gloves back! But how...?" Sonic is really confused on what's happening.

"Buddy, slow down. It's okay." Tom chuckled. "You just had a bad dream."

There was a beat. The hedgehog turned to face the Tom and blinked. Multiple times. "What? What do you mean? I-I thought I transformed into the Werehog and fought those weird lizard creatures and stuff! That didn't happen...?"

"Nope. None of that stuff happened. It was just Carl's story getting into your head." He said, patting his head. "It was only a dream, little buddy. You're alright."

"Man..." Sonic sighed. "It was just a dream? The whole time? Phew..." He rests his head back on his pillow. "At least I didn't actually hurt anybody. That was crazy!"

"Sounded like it."

"I'll admit," He said. "most parts of that dream was pretty cool but for the most part, it was kind of... Spooky." A small smile crept on his muzzle saying the last word.

"Definitely never eating Halloween candy before bed again." He said to himself, sighing in relief once more, looking up at the ceiling.

"I knew the candy had something to do with that nightmare of yours." Tom suddenly said.

The space hog's eyes grew wide open.

He sat up straight and faked a very nervous laugh. "I-I mean, I didn't eat any candy! That was probably a dream too!"

"You mean these?" Tom asked, before putting down a small pile of empty candy wrappers in front of Sonic. He gulped and audible gulp.

Busted.

"Ohh, boy."

"Thought you pretty clever, huh hedgehog?"

The hedgehog sighed and pushed aside the pile of candy wrappers, feeling silly. "At least the candies were delicious."

"You are just like me when I was your age, I swear..." Tom laughed as he takes the wrappers and puts them in Sonic's trash bag, and placed it back next to his bedside table.

"Guess you learned your lesson, huh?"

"Yeah. I just couldn't wait to eat all that candy! I'm sorry, Donut Lord." He scratched the back of his head, looking at his feet.

"Don't worry about it. The important thing is that you didn't eat ALL of the candy."

The hedgehog looked up at his friend for a moment and smiled. He sighed again. "I still can't believe that whole thing was just a dream! It felt so real! The transformation, those creatures, the action, everything! Kind of feel a little bummed out that it wasn't real..."

"Really? Kind of thought you'd be a little frightened after a dream like that." Tom said.

"It had some good moments! I was kicking some butt back there! It was actually kind of cool!" He beamed. "I was protecting you, Maddie and Carl from those Nightmare freaks and I was SUPER strong! And my arms can stretch! I didn't even know Nightmares could do that!"

"Uhh, last time I checked, Nightmares can't stretch their arms."

"...Oh. I guess my dream was just throwing in some new ideas." He giggled.

Sonic kicks off the sheets, and sat on the edge of his racecar bed. "So... Dark Gaia really was just a ghost story?" He asked.

"That's right." Tom replied. "But you know something? Even if we hear some silly ghost story, and think it's just simply a story, sometimes it just plays with our heads. Happened to me when I was younger when I first heard about Dark Gaia."

"It was a pretty spooky story, I'll admit."

"Yeah, but our imagination can get creative in a lot of ways. And I can tell that yours is very creative." He said with a smile.

Creative. Sonic knew his dreams were wild and fun, sometimes weird and maybe creepy, but he never thought about his dreams being creative.

His Werehog adventure was neat, and very spooky, but a lot of fun looking back at it. It sounded like a great ghost story on it's own. Plus, it's part werewolf part hedgehog. How could anyone not like that idea?

"Creative, huh...? Y'know, Tom? I think I have an whole new idea on my costume for next Halloween." He said, already taking notes in his head for the best Werehog costume ever.

It'll just have to wait until next year.

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The end

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Happy Halloween!!

[jjkeremika]

Hi, how you doing? I love how you write, so, csn iirequest some Zeke x fem!readerslight smut? Its been a while since i read something about him. Thank you ❤❤

hello, my friend ! thats so nice, thank you <3 you absolutely can request Zeke Jaeger x fem!reader light smut! i hope its okay.

here's what im thinking...

with Zeke, there's always some sort of implication. whether it be bland and simple, or soft and sexy--it was always there, hidden and exposed: a hanging question; an additional thread.

maybe it was in the look he cast you: stern apart from an insinuating brow; steely except in the swirling and suggestive whirlpools of his irises; stoic despite the flickering, mischievous fluorescent light off the glasses.

an unspoken suggestion revealed in the slightest twitch of his lip to an upward curve. in his lingering admiration.

"yn, shall we..." his deep voice was always steady and smooth, collected yet drawn out like an overplayed, hardy record. "move somewhere a little more..." his eyes ambitiously twinkled like the sun's reflection on wet snow. his tone intimately laced with an emotion no vernacular could relate. "comfortable?"

the expecting look, the feather touch of his cool fingertips against warmed skin, the soft sway of his beard as he spoke, as you couldn't take your eyes off his lips, as you swore he was leaning closer--as he tiptoed around the implication like an amateur intruder avoided spotlight.

imperfectly.

"like a couch?" a soft palm graced your exposed thigh, slid easily under the flimsy skirt fabric like it wasn't even there. he leaned close to your ear, the soft yet prickly facial hair barely brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck and cheek. "or maybe a bed?"

obviously.

Zeke pulled away slightly, allowed himself to indulge in the sight of your parted lips and astonished, accepting eyes. you stopped breathing as he hogged the hot air. your reflection boldly cast across the glasses. "just anywhere horizontal, really."

he smirked at your audible inhale, practically a choke. his hand twitched in a looming threat to tighten around the limb.

"why only horizontal?" you were capable of only shallow breaths, unsatisfactory to the indiscernible mess of emotions flooding your gut, caving into your pelvis. despite the intense blood flow, restrained the overbearing need to jump on him, you matched his locked gaze and managed out, "we can have fun vertically too."

you were entranced with the rapid dilation of his pupils, noticed the slight tension encompass his neck and shoulder muscles as he took a controlled breath.

the large hand stretched around your thigh and followed the natural curve, right to the intimate plush of a cheek that so easily contorted under his grip, so willingly accepted his outstretched palm.

the clasp of his fingernails into the fatty skin evoked a sharp exhale—distracted you long enough from preventing the air from desperately escaping captivity, from stopping Zeke from resting an arm against the wall and closing in.

he pounced at the opportunity, collapsed his forehead against yours and needily pressed his lips to yours. took advantage of your open mouth and dipped his tongue inside, licked around like collecting melting ice cream on a cone. dropped his second hand to your cheek, stepped in further and kept you close.

close enough to feel the heat radiating off his larger body, condensing into the tickling sweat along your hairline, seeping into the pounding vessels and arteries running through your body. close enough to feel his shoulders contorting over you, bending down to kiss you deeper. close enough to feel the solid, huge erection at your waist, to feel the throbbing pulse vibrate through the fabric against your abdomen.

Zeke’s second hand joined his other, quickly adapted to the home of your bum and suddenly swept you off the ground, roughly fell into the wall. you didn’t even notice the pain from the wall due to the adrenaline in your blood, because of the insistent grinding of your clothed clit against his hard erection as he rubbed you between himself and the paneling.

he kept his mouth on yours, swallowed every single gasp and sound like he was starved. muffled each moan like it was his dream occupation and he was gunning for a lucrative promotion.

your brain flicked through each feeling like a slideshow: the fondling and squeezing of his hands against your cheeks and upper thighs; the electricity and friction where your crotch met his; the sloppy and wet meshing of your lips with his; the cold and stubborn wall scratching against your hot and flexible spine.

the soft and quiet noises still flooded the room, concentrated into a building ringing in your ears deciphered into one simple word—easily summed up in a single desire. and with Zeke, it was always more. more and more and more.