#I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS EVEN IF IT'S LATE QwQ

[fastfists]

I know they'd have to interact more first but I'm quite curious on if Saturn has a kid with knuckles

Mixing practically a space god with an echidna that can control the master emerald. I think it'd be pretty cool

✧ If they had a kid meme | @sxturn-bxrs ✧

Name: Cassiopeia

Gender: Non-binary (they/them)

General Appearance: Echidna Hybdrid with a longer and fluffier tail, spiked knuckles, and long claws; Rosewood quills (#5c0002), Vanilla Ice chest floof, horns, and tips (#efd7d7), Chashmere skin tone (#e6c29e). Wears their quills long and with golden rings, the tuff at the top of their head is slicked back and in a mohawk like style with a few strands hanging in their face. Aqua Squeeze colored eyes (#e6f6f6) with black sclera.

Personality: Is very quiet and like their space, can come off as a bit grumpy and a little stand-offish with others. They tend to be a loner. Can be very blunt with their words and have a sassy mouth but underneath that they can be kind and gentle. Strong sense of justice.

Special Talents: Super Strength, Chaos Control, Energy Sensing, Shadow Portals, and Star-Based Powers.

Who they like better: They love both their parents; but tend to favor Nathan/Saturn

Who they take after more: Knuckles

Personal Head Canon: Hates anything sour, loves knitting, has a knack for baking, loves stargazing and knowledgeable about astrology, loves spelunking in caves and unknown ruins, loves singing, hates mornings and is a night owl, prefers winter, and can mimic other's voices. They're also very fluent in multiple languages and can pick them up pretty quickly; a trait they share with their father Knuckles. They also like metalwork and tinkering with mechanics, especially motorcycles.

Face Claim: N/A

[dekuofficial]

beside myself with grief at Arcane season 2 but i have self indulgent fanfic and cute fanart to stare at for hours so its fine i'm coping i swear

[paracosm-draw]

uh for the prompts... uh… obikin sharing first kiss after Ani is knighted, with bunnywan - Ani is weak for Obi's beard and also his lips … whatever you think you should throw into the mix lol (preferably if Ani resisted to jump the Tuskens qwq thanks to Obi wan being a bun bun - and is more cuddly and friendlier lol)

Sunday prompt day ☄️

Aaah it's late but it's still Sunday !! I had a crazy week so this one is a bit shorter than the others, I hope you'll still enjoy it 🫶🏻

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Anakin’s knighting ceremony happens in a haze, motivated more by the shadow of the war and the need to have more confirmed Jedi than anything else. 

They’re five to be granted the title of Jedi Knight today and everything feels like it’s done in a hurry. Master Yoda and Master Windu are overseeing the ceremony, but despite the solemn vows and the discourses about the central place of the Jedi in the galaxy, Anakin can’t help but think that it’s a waste of time. 

His eyes search for his master in the small crowd gathered in the room. Obi-Wan is looking at him, arms crossed over his chest, and he smiles softly when their gaze meets. He looks proud. It sends a pleasant thrill into Anakin’s stomach. He can't wait to be alone with him for the rest of the ceremony. 

He doesn't really care about empty words and public displays of faith and obedience to the Order. He's not a Jedi, no matter what Master Yoda has to say about it. Not yet. Obi-Wan is the only one who can truly make him become one, and Anakin wouldn’t have it any other way. 

When the ceremony is finally over, he manages to skillfully avoid the other padawans, shows his express respects to Master Yoda and Master Windu and slips in beside his master. 

“Let’s get out of here.” He whispers pressingly, fingers brushing Obi-Wan’s wrist. 

For once, the older Jedi doesn't protest about wanting to talk to Master Yoda or greet each and every padawans for their new status. He just nods and follows Anakin outside, which is new and pretty unsettling but the young Jedi is too excited to care about it. 

Anakin takes a deep breath when they’re finally outside, perched on the small rooftop of the Jedi Temple. From there they have a 360° view of the labyrinth of buildings that is Coruscant. The day is slowly declining, painting the planet in hues of orange and yellow and Anakin takes a moment to admire the view. 

His body is buzzing with unspent energy and he feels like his head is going to explode with all the thoughts traveling through it right now. When he turns around, Obi-Wan is leaning against the balcony railing, arms crossed and once again looking at him. A familiar and comforting vision. 

He looks calm, his features devoid of any emotions but his eyes betray him. 

“So you want to do it here ?” He asks, and every atom in Anakin’s being starts shaking. 

“Yes, Master.” He replies, noticing that his voice sounds raw to his own ears. 

He’s been waiting for too long. 

“Come here, my dear padawan.” Obi-Wan asks softly, not moving an inch from where he’s leaning against the balcony. 

Anakin feels like his body is animated by his very own will, every muscle tensed, every cell drawn to the same direction like a compass. For some reason he’s a little out of breath when he stands before his Master. 

Obi-Wan’s clear eyes are shining in the falling twilight and Anakin feels a chill running down his spine. 

“I’m so proud of you, Anakin.” The older Jedi says, voice always so collected, parsecs away from how the young man is feeling. “I’m proud of how far you've come despite life never being easy on you.” 

“Master…” Anakin almost whines, taking a step closer and grabbing one of Obi-Wan sleeves to fidget with. 

He feels on edge, almost shaking. His heart races in his chest and he’s sure his Master can feel it. He can’t even shield his thoughts and feelings correctly. 

“You’ve been a great padawan.” Obi-Wan continues, ignoring the way Anakin clings to him a little more each passing minute. “Not the easiest one, but the most hard-working and talented I’ve ever seen. I’m honored I have been your Master.” 

“You will always be my Master.” Anakin replies a little bit too vehemently, which makes Obi-Wan smile. 

“Now you’re my equal, Anakin.” 

The young man thinks he’s going to faint when Obi-Wan raises his hand and brushes his fingers behind his right ear, gently grabbing the little braid hanging there, decorated over the years by colored threads. 

He slightly tugs at it and Anakin forgets how to breathe. 

“I have a gift for you.” Obi-Wan says. “But the tradition says you can ask me for something before I make a Jedi Knight out of you.” 

The way he says it makes Anakin’s throat go suddenly dry. He knows about that tradition and he knows exactly what he wants. But now that Obi-Wan asks him, it feels like every drop of courage has left his body. 

“I- um.” 

He runs his tongue on his dry lips and clears his throat. He’s not a stupid enamored teen anymore, he's a stupid enamored adult able to ask for what he wants. And he wants that for as long as he can remember. So why is it so hard ? 

“What do you want, Anakin ?” Obi-Wan asks softly, and as he asks he wraps his padawan’s braid around his fingers and pulls until their faces are so close they can feel each other’s breath.  

Anakin’s gaze flickers from Obi-Wan's eyes to his lips, already feeling weak in the knees. He wonders how they would taste covering his own. He's been daydreaming daily about how soft they looked, about how soft Obi-Wan looked overall when Anakin feels so rough in every aspect of his life.

“You.” He murmurs. “I want you.” 

Obi-Wan sighs and when Anakin thinks he’s going to laugh to his face and reject him, he wraps his other hand around his neck and pulls him into a kiss that makes the young Jedi's heart miss a beat or two. 

He’s never been kissed by anyone and there’s no one else he wants to put his lips on. He almost pinches himself to make sure this is real. But everything is real. Obi-Wan’s fingers caressing the back of his neck, tugging at his braid, his beard tickling his cheeks, the clean smell of his soap, the velvet of his lips, as perfect as he imagined.

Once he has overcome the shock, Anakin forces his body to react, to quit the freezing stage in which he’s stuck. He slowly cradles Obi-Wan’s face, brushing at his bearded cheeks and jaws, pressing his thumb on the curve of his lower lip, running his fingers through his carefully styled hair in wonder. 

“You’re so soft.” He whispers against his mouth, and Obi-Wan chuckles. 

Anakin presses his face in the crook of his neck, entangles his fingers in his bronze locks and tugs lightly to kiss the exposed skin. Obi-Wan makes a noise and Anakin lets go of his hair to wrap his arms around his waist, pulling him into a closer embrace. He doesn't know where to touch, where to begin, how to show his mountain of feelings. He's overwhelmed by the infinity of possibilities opening in front of him. 

“Why didn't you say something ?” He finally asks, snuggling as close as he can against his master’s chest and humming with contentment when he feels fingers carding gently through his curls. 

“Too dangerous.” Obi-Wan simply says. “I wanted you to be able to make a choice, not as my padawan but as my equal.” 

“So much time lost.” Anakin grumbles, but he swallows back his complaint when Obi-Wan lips place a trail of kisses against his throat.

He can't help but steal them once again, already addicted to their softness. He doesn’t know what he’s doing but he’s enthusiastic nonetheless, and they end up laughing more than kissing when Anakin keeps bumping their nose. 

“We should go see your mom, tell her you’re a Jedi now.” Obi-Wan says eventually, always the wiser. 

“Mm.” Anakin replies, comfortably cuddled up against him. “Five more minutes.” 

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes. 

“You always say that.” 

“You better get used to it.” Anakin grins and places a kiss on his soft beard, just because he can. 

"I guess I should." Obi-Wan sighs, but he can't hide the smile playing on his lips. "Oh, wait."

"Mh ?" Anakin raises an eyebrow and straightens up when he hears the familiar buzzing of Obi-Wan lightsaber being ignited. "Are you going to kill me now that I know your secret ?"

"What secret ?" Obi-Wan asks, focused on detangling Anakin's braid from his fingers in order to be able to finally cut it.

Anakin doesn't even flinch as the light blade approaches his face. He trusts Obi-Wan blindly.

"How you had a crush on your padawan during all those years." He smirks. "How embarrassing."

"Less embarrassing than him having a crush on me since what... Childhood ?" Obi-Wan counters back.

There's a light humming against Anakin's ear and suddenly there's a little braid hanging in front of his eyes.

"You're free." Obi-Wan smiles, but moves his hand away when Anakin tries to grab the braid. "No way. I'm keeping this."

"Weird, but okay." Anakin smirks, and then brushes at Obi-Wan's beard. "Then this is mine."

The older Jedi laughs and shrugs.

"Weird, but okay."

[anemos-orca]

But a Furious Requiem of Stupidity

wanderer x irritated!fem.reader

cw: fluff, est. relationship, cussing, cynical themes, pessimism, comfort, not proof read, probaby more qnq

a/n: apologies for my lack of activity, ive had a bit of a writing slump lately :( im still here though, i promise qwq ah anyways, i apologize if this is not a good read

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Usually, Wanderer was home first. He would get there before you almost every day and (im)patiently wait for your arrival, only to put on a cold-front once you walked in. You knew him though, so you knew that it was nothing more than mere instinct- a special little trait that he was conditioned to own due to his less than savory backstory. You were like him in the fact that you couldnt care less about others and what they did, thought, or believed, whether it be about you or not. You were often compared to both him and Alhaitham, having overheard the, "Shes like... if Hat Guy and Alhaitham had a kid," countless times. Admittedly, you knew they werent wrong. Although you had met the Scribe but a few times, you knew how he was, so you knew that you were, in fact, just like him- if not "worse" than him.

Today was a different-feeling day. Wanderer came home just as he usually did, stepping inside and shaking off his flamboyant getup to swap it for a more "Im incredibly poor and could really use some new clothes" look. His ugly, overused hoodie was far too big- the once bright blue sleeves, now washed out and dull, hung below even his fingertips, the hood could cover his face and then some, and the front pocket- well, it was more of a pouch, but thats besides the point- was big enough to fit an entire meal for two inside (a theory the two of you tested, wanting to sneak your own food into the House of Daena instead of snacking on the pathetic, drywall-esque food bars they provided). His shorts were nothing special; though, neither of you knew where they came from. Yes, they were one of the, "are these black shorts yours? theyre not mine, so they must be- what do you mean theyre not yours?" pieces of clothing everyone seems to have.

Stepping into the kitchen, Wanderer was met with the pitiful sight of you sitting on the cold stone floor with your back pressed against the once nicely polished Adhigama wood cabinets. He narrowed his eyes at you, looking you up and down as though he believed you to be a fake. You werent one to miss work, no matter how much you hated it.

"I got fired," you groaned, not even so much as turning to look at him. Your tone was more deadbeat than usual.

"Im surprised you didnt get the pink slip earlier," he scoffed, sliding his back down the cabinet to sit beside you. You yanked on the hem of his hoodie and pulled it over your head to join him, earning an irritated growl from your boyfriend as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

"Its a real shame, too," you sarcastically retorted, leaning your head on his shoulder, "i was hoping that one day, id wake up and head off to that wretched place, only to find that it had exploded overnight."

Wanderer couldnt help but snicker at your cynical wishes, "Is that what got you fired? Id fire you if i heard you say that."

"Shut the fuck up and let me finish talking," you said with a growl. Even though you couldnt see it, you could feel that stupid sly grin on his face and those disgustingly dreamy eyes rolling at your bitching. It was normal for you two to talk this way with one another- in fact, it was your way of bonding and the thing that brought you together in the first place.

"The Akadeymia is full of idiots. A graduate student asked me- genuinely asked me," you cleared your throat and began repeating the students words in a mocking tone, "wait, so do i use 'their' or 'there'?"

Wanderer hung on your every word, waiting for the inevitable explosion of, "How is he a graduate student?" and "What was he going to ask next? Which 'to' to use? Which 'your' to use?" with increasing intensity. However, it never came. Instead, you simply shrugged, sighing in relief.

"I ripped his paper to shreds and threw it into the air like confetti before walking out without saying another word."

"So, you quit?"

"No, i was fired."

"You said you walked out without ano-"

"I didnt say another word, but the student, his friends, and the professor had some words. A lot of words."

"Hmm. Im sure they did. People from the Akadeymia sure do have a lot of words."

"A lot of words they dont know how to use. Its hopeless, but its also not my problem anymore. Itll eventually devolve into a nothing more than a joke and a waste of time."

Wanderer was quiet for a moment, taking his next words into great consideration as to not say the wrong thing, "You know, im usually the pessimistic one, but youre being a real downer right now. Even I know that humanity isnt that stupid."

You let out a careless sigh in response.

"There will always be people you meet that are so unbelieveably stupid, they make you wonder how they got past the age of seven," he grumbled, seemingly annoyed at just the thought of them, "But theres also people like you, like us. Sure theyre few and far between, but theyll come to you. Theres no need to sift through the endless waves of brainless idiots. Anyone with even an ounce of self respect will stick out like a sore thumb."

You hummed in thought, seemingly not believing him.

"Dont hum at me. Think about it- its how you me, not to mention those blabbering fools you call friends. Alhaitham, Tighnari, Cyno, Kaveh- even though theyll never live up to the bar ive set, theyre still above the rest of the crowd."

You sneered up at him, teasingly smacking him on the back of his head, "You bonehead! If anything, youve lowered the bar!"

Wanderer glared down at you, shoving you away. However, due to being in the same hoodie, he was inadvertedly pulled with you as you flopped onto the floor. He managed to fall on top of you, smushing you down to the floor and effectively trapping you. With a devious grin, he moved his hands up to your cheeks, forcing you to look at him, "Tell me you love me and that im better than everyone else."

You raised an eyebrow at him, "I loathe you and go to sleep every night hoping youll dissolve."

Wanderer narrowed his eyes, his nose crinkling in irritation as he squeezed your cheeks together, "Say it."

"Or what?" You protested in a purposefully bratty tone.

"Or no kisses. No cuddles. No-"

"Alright, alright, damn! I love you and you are slightly above everyone else."

"Wrong. Say it the right way."

"Youre so irritating, just give me a kiss, blockhead!"

"Guess ill be sleeping elsewhere toni-"

"NO N-" you clear your throat, a bit embarrassed that you reacted so strongly, "N-no, i love you, i do, and you really are better than everyone else," you begrudgingly admitted, a slight blush creeping in on your cheeks.

Smirking with satisfaction, Wanderer released your face from his hands and leaned down to press a gentle, loving kiss on your lips, "Thats better. You know, youre awfully cute when you get all flustered and blushy like that."

"WANDERER!!"

He snickered, thuroughly enjoying how easy it was for him to get under your skin no matter how pissed off your expression was. Besides, it was hard to take you seriously when your cheeks were bright red.

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[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

May I plz request 📖🤹🥰🌶️ plz and thank uuu

Borrowed Time - Abner Krill/Reader

Warnings: Female reader, dinner date, casual flirting, bit of domestic fluff, making out, fully clothed grinding, bit of angst.

Wordcount: 2276

Summary: Romantic dinner? Check. Sexy outfit? Check. His hands bravely holding you close as your back rested against his chest? Double Check. If only anniversaries came more than once a year...

Notes: I'm getting so much Abner love today this is the best QwQ Tried to avoid the angst but the situation called for it OTL It's not as prominent as my last one for him, but it's still there despite the hopeful ending <:) Thank you so much for the request, I hope you like it 💗💗💗

Your phone beeped out the reminder that you had to leave very soon or you’d be late, and you silenced it with a grin seeing as you were already there. You were all dressed up for the occasion, your outfit carefully picked and switched out multiple times before finally settling on what you were wearing now, and you couldn’t help but hope he’d like it when he saw it, although you already knew deep down that he would. He liked everything you wore because it was you, and that thought made you smile as you knocked on the door and waited for it to be unlocked. You only had to wait a second, deadbolt sliding free and allowing you entrance as the door swung open to reveal the man you’d come to see.

‘Hello, Y/N,’ he stuttered as he looked away, cheeks flushing when he saw how much skin your outfit showed off just for him.

‘Hey, Abner,’ you said with a kiss, standing up on your tiptoes in order to reach his face; he blushed harder and tried not to lean away, still getting used to receiving affection from you. You didn’t mind, his smile giving away that he appreciated the greeting, it would all come in due time. ‘It smells nice in here, is everything already made?’

‘Yeah, sorry, I had a bit of help earlier…’ He stepped aside so you could enter the small room, the many smells of dinner hitting you as you approached the table all decked out with different dishes for you to choose from. It all smelled delicious but you were more concerned with keeping it together, the simple pleasure of getting to sit down and eat a meal with him finally made real after all this time. ‘Is it too much?’

‘It’s perfect, thank you,’ you reassured him, your lips pressing tightly together as you felt an overwhelming happiness threaten to smudge your makeup. As you internally fought your battle, you saw him look at you before walking around and standing behind you, his hands, briefly giving away that he was still so unsure of himself after all your visits, resting on your shoulders as he kept a reasonable distance between the two of you. You smiled with a sigh, the battle won for now as you took his hands in your own and pulled them down and across your chest, Abner taking a couple steps out of necessity until you got what you wanted, his body now pressed up against yours. ‘It’s been a year and you’re still afraid to touch me?’

‘Not afraid,’ he mumbled into your hair, a shiver going up your spine as you heard him breathe in the scent of your perfume approvingly, ‘just don’t know where to touch first.’

It was positively bold of him, his touch so gentle even as you felt his lips brush against the shell of your ear, all the times you were together before, the many moments of you encouraging him, pushing him to be the one to take the first step, finally adding up as his hand hovered over your ribs.

‘Abner, the food…’ you began, heart racing as you looked at the clock; you only had so much time, and you didn’t want to choose between two wonderful options but it’d be a waste to forgo what he’d made for you now. He nodded reluctantly, cheek brushing against your temple before letting go, your appetite waning a little as he pulled out your chair for you. You sat down to his left, the table just big enough to hold everything that’d been prepared, none of it particularly extravagant but all of it brimming with how much he cared for you, that much was abundantly clear. ‘What do you suggest I start with?’ you asked as you placed your elbows on the table in front of your empty plate, your chin supported by your hands as he looked everything over.

‘Uh, well… this one was my favourite, back when I was a kid,’ he told you as he stood back up to reach for it, a big casserole dish of something absolutely covered end to end with cheese making your mouth water. He set it down and scooped you a decent amount, only giving you a bit more as you gave him a cheeky grin. He didn’t take as much for himself at first, his mannerisms telling you that he wanted to make sure you got enough even though you could’ve easily split the rest with an entire family, but as soon as he took his first bite his eyes shined with nostalgia.

He started eating vigorously, the sight encouraging you to join in before anything else could be added to your selection, the dish actually just diced potatoes and mushroom soup mixed together and baked; it was a simple recipe, cheap and very easy to make, it’d probably taken more time to go through the motions of dicing the potatoes than anything, but it was delicious and made you feel warm inside, melted cheese invading every bite and sealing it all together. As you ate, he grabbed a bit more for himself, his usual dinner not holding a candle to this you didn’t doubt as he got his fill, a youthful energy to him before he caught you staring.

‘You don’t like it?’ he asked nervously, suddenly self-conscious of his cooking skills and of himself for eating so fast, and you gave him a loving smile as your hand found his.

‘It’s amazing, I just wanna be able to enjoy a little bit of everything you prepared tonight,’ you explained fondly, Abner nodding and looking for the next thing to recommend.

The minutes ticked away as you enjoyed your meal together, his shy laugh hidden behind his hand as you relentlessly flirted with him between questions about why he picked each item; each one came with a story, little pieces of himself that he wanted to share with you in the brief time that he could, and when it came time for dessert, which came in the form of an attempt at your favourite type of cake, you felt your lip quiver again as he rubbed at the back of his neck anxiously.

‘Sorry if it’s bad, I only had so much time, never made this before, obviously…’ he explained before you could even take a bite, a quick kiss to his worried lips silencing him in a moment. He just sat back and stared as you lifted a forkful to your mouth, it not winning in any competitive baking shows anytime soon but still the love was there just like everything else, and you licked your lips and went in for a second bite when he leaned in and kissed you back.

You dropped your fork in surprise, it clattering to the floor as he braced himself on the corner of the table with one hand, the other cupping your jaw as his tongue darted out to lick across your lip. ‘You taste sweet,’ he murmured as he pulled away, pupils blown before he came back to his senses, yours no doubtedly looking the same. ‘Sorry- your fork, I’ll grab you a ne-’

You didn’t let him finish as you grabbed onto the front of his silky shirt, the patterns on it dancing under your palms as the fork was instantly forgotten about, the clock ticking away until it was forgotten as well as you pulled him to your side of the table. He craned his neck so you could wrap your arms over his shoulders, back arched to make up for the difference in height, what was usually one of your favourite things about him now getting in the way until a better solution was found. 

You broke apart just for a second as you located his bed against the wall to your left, the two of you not even bothering to break apart as you spun him around and let him sit down. Now he was the one looking up at you as you took in everything about him, your fingers lightly brushing his no longer styled bangs out of his eyes so you could press a kiss to his forehead. He leaned up into it, his hands on your hips as he silently begged for you to come closer, your dress straining a little as your legs tried to find comfort on either side of him. You frowned and bunched it up as high as you were willing to allow, your thighs feeling a slight breeze before they met his own, as well as something else.

‘Do I really taste that sweet?’ you teased, Abner’s head falling against your shoulder as he lightly kissed your bare skin.

‘Can never get enough,’ he moaned honestly, his chest pressing against yours as he leaned back and brought you with him. The angle was better this way, your panties catching on his zipper as you started to rock your hips against him, your hands on his cheeks as you stopped him from looking away.

‘We don’t have much time,’ you reluctantly reminded him as you started to move, it never enough but it had to be, you both had no choice otherwise. 

‘I’ve been waiting all month, I don’t want it to end,’ he whined, your kisses consoling him as you moved against each other, it only the two of you for just a moment. You took his hand from your hip and guided it to where the slit in your dress reached the highest point, the most amount of skin visible there as he touched your bare thigh, a noise of longing echoing from deep within him as he did the same to you; your hand was placed on his chest, fingers brushing over hair and faded scars as he started to undo a few more buttons for you. Your kisses deepened as your hand slid inside his shirt and felt hot skin, the most you’d been able to feel in all the times you’d been together, the clock ticking even louder as you rocked faster, pressed down harder.

‘I wish I could have you,’ you confessed against his lips like a secret prayer, his eyes locking with yours as he felt the same. ‘Getting to see you only twice a month is too cruel…’

‘I know,’ he panted, lips wet as he started to shake, unable to say anything else, ‘I know.’

You buried your head in his shoulder and hung on for dear life as the buzzer rang, rudely but expectedly signaling that your hour was up as the door unlocked once more, your hands clinging to him as you stilled but refused to get up, release delayed so cruelly as two guards entered his room. ‘Alright lovebirds, you know the drill,’ one of them said, Abner just shaking his head and wrapping his arms around your back, the two men sighing as the blanket covering the window and shielding your date from any passersby as agreed was torn down again, there was no privacy allowed for him here, not at Belle Reve.

‘Don’t make us ask you again,’ the other warned, your lip quivering again as you nodded in understanding; it’d make for a pretty terrible anniversary if you were to be torn off of him so they could teach him a lesson for disobeying orders. You stood on shaky legs, Abner helping you readjust your dress before his modesty was covered by his pillow, the guards not caring in the least, they’d more than likely seen much worse than that, but it didn’t matter to him. They were already starting to clear away the food he’d so lovingly prepared when you stopped them, your voice cracking as your hands were held up in a panic.

‘Wait! Let me take the cake home, please, and the casserole,’ you pleaded, the two exchanging a look before deciding it’d be okay, it wasn’t like you were sneaking him in anything, after all. They let you balance the food in your arms as the rest was piled onto the rolling cart that had been waiting by the door, the table folded up and brought out to be put back into storage. ‘I really thought we’d have more time today,’ you mused as you were left alone for a moment, Abner putting his pillow back at the head of his bed and standing up. He stood behind you again, gentle touch making you sigh longingly as he rested his chain against the top of your head.

‘An hour is always an hour, even today,’ he accepted now that it was over, neither of you wanting to truly believe that.

‘At least I got to love you for an hour,’ you said wistfully, your head turning so you could look up at him.

‘I’ll love you every second until you come back again,’ he promised you just as he always did, your body quickly spinning in place to face him before it was too late, mouth opening to say something when the men returned with his collar, his regular clothes tossed into his arms for him to put back on now that the date was over. He gave you a sad yet happy smile as you were escorted out, your eyes on him until you left the cell block.

It really was a shame your anniversary only came once a year, but at least you got to bring home a little piece of him this time as you cradled what he’d made for you in your arms all the way back to your car.

[jaybleu25]

Bottled Up

I wanted to make a story related to Luigi trying to sort of figure himself out. I've seen a few people getting ideas of Luigi maybe having something similar to G.A.D, and as someone who has been diagnosed with that (and still actively dealing with it), I kind of saw a bit of myself in it. So I wanted to make a little story around it. I guess this is sort of a part two to "Forever And Always" qwq

I hope you all enjoy!

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Luigi kept a lot of hidden secrets as a kid.

The main secret he was hiding was about Bowser. Bowser wasn't exactly the nicest to him back then, often calling him rude things due to not even remembering his actual name or getting a bit too physical whenever Luigi annoyed him too much.

However, despite all of the pain he went through because of Bowser, Bowser wasn't all bad. For some reason, he really liked hanging out with Mario.

Luigi didn't really know why. Maybe it was because Mario was more extroverted than him, or because Mario just saw good in almost everyone. Either way, one day Mario found Bowser alone and isolated from the other kids, and he decided to be his friend since he thought he needed one.

The day they became friends, Luigi kept his mouth shut. The last thing he wanted to do was make Mario upset. He was the only family he had. It didn't help that Daisy stopped coming to the tree about two years ago, too. Outside of the castle, Daisy was Luigi's only friend as a kid.

And now she was gone. Just like his and Mario's parents.

The brothers were just starting second grade. Luigi wasn't really looking forward to it; he never really liked school. He never felt safe there due to the constant thought at the back of his head that Bowser could do anything at any moment. He didn't understand why Bowser wanted to be there. He was a prince. Peach wasn't in school; she was getting taught at the castle by Toadsworth and other staff.

So why did Bowser want to go to a public school?

When Luigi asked Mario, Mario told him that Bowser just wanted to try and make more friends. That apparently living in a big castle was lonely, especially with everyone being scared of him due to him 'looking like a monster'.

"(If he wants friends, why is he so mean to me..?)" The young one in green thought to himself.

After saying goodbye to Toadsworth, the two twins walked out of the castle, making their way to school. They first started going there in the middle of 'first grade', after Luigi heard about schooling and wanted to try it out. He wanted to learn about a bunch of things. So, Toadsworth agreed, enrolling both Luigi and Mario to the same school.

Luigi learned to regret that decision.

"Come on, Weegee, we're gonna be late!!" Little Mario exclaimed with a big smile on his face as he ran ahead, carrying a bag on his back that was half his size.

Luigi was lagging behind a little. He was staring at the ground as he walked forward. He didn't exactly know what it was, but something felt off. He couldn't quite figure it out. It was an uncomfortable feeling; he didn't like it.

Was he sick? No, that couldn't be it. If he was, he'd probably have a runny nose.

Was he scared? It felt somewhat like fear, but not exactly. Usually whenever he felt scared, he'd feel it immediately.

But this felt slow. As if it were slowly rising and getting worse, like a glass of water slowly about to overflow.

But not yet.

With Luigi not responding, Mario turned around to see if his brother was still there. Luigi had stopped walking, his hand tightly gripping his sweater's neckline. Not sure what was going on, Mario walked towards him.

"Weegee..?" Mario called out. "What's wrong?"

"I-I don't..." Luigi stuttered. "I don't k-know...my chest f-feels tight..."

Luigi's eyes began to shine as he began to tear up. He didn't know what was happening. What was this feeling? This fear felt different. It felt worse. Where was it even coming from?

"Are you sick?" Mario asked.

"I d-don't know..."

Out of nowhere, Luigi's legs then began feeling weak, giving out from under him. Feeling as if he just got dragged down to the ground, he let out a small cry, his breathing getting heavier.

"Weegee!!" Mario called out, worriedly.

Mario kneeled down in front of his brother, his hands on Luigi's shoulders as he tried to figure out what was wrong. Luigi looked scared. No, terrified. Why? Nothing bad happened. There wasn't anything bad near them. They were the only two people on this path.

Why was he suddenly scared for no reason?

"Mario, help..!" Luigi cried.

Luigi didn't know what was going on, but he didn't like it. What if something bad was happening to him right now? That made his panic even worse. He started having trouble breathing.

Mario didn't know what to do.

"What-- What do I do??" Mario asked, starting to panic himself.

"M-Make it stop..!" Luigi whimpered.

Luigi held onto his chest even tighter as he continued struggling to breathe. Tears were falling down his face.

"I don't know how!" Mario responded.

Mario tried to think. What could he do? What was he supposed to do? His little brother was crying, and he looked like he was slightly in pain, too. But nothing even happened to him. Nothing hurt Luigi. So what made this happen?

Unsure of what to do, Mario decided to hug his brother, hoping that would do something. Luigi held onto Mario tightly, now crying into his older brother's sweater.

"It's okay, Weegee..." Mario tried to comfort. "Nothing is hurting you. I will protect you."

In between sobs, Luigi did his best to breathe as he listened to Mario's words. It was hard, but he kept trying.

"Don't be scared," Mario reassured. "I'm here."

"I-I...wanna go home..." Luigi muttered.

"But...school," Mario responded.

"No..." Luigi whimpered.

"Okie, we can."

Even though Mario wanted to go to school, he wasn't going to force his brother. He clearly wasn't feeling well. He wasn't ready for it yet.

Whatever his little brother wanted, he would do it.

Mario then let Luigi go, getting himself up and standing over him. However, when Luigi tried to get up himself, he realized a problem.

He couldn't.

"Weegee?" Mario called out.

"I-I can't..." Luigi struggled. "I can't get up..!"

Luigi began to panic again.

"Nonono, it's okay," Mario reassured. "Here."

Mario then leaned over, putting his arms under Luigi's to help lift him up to his feet. Once Mario let him go however, Luigi began to stumble again, almost falling over once more. Right before he could however, Mario caught him.

"Are your legs sleepy?" Mario asked.

"Th-They feel like jelly..." Luigi responded nervously.

"Uhm...oh, got it!"

Mario then kneeled down once more, with Luigi still holding onto him for support as he did so.

"My shoulders!" Mario exclaimed. "Climb on!"

Struggling a little to do so, Luigi eventually did what his brother asked, climbing over Mario's backpack and eventually onto his shoulders. Mario then stood back up, and Luigi held on tight.

"Castle, here we come!!" Mario cheered, practically marching as he began to walk back the way he and Luigi came.

Luigi laid his head on top of Mario's, now starting to feel exhausted. After breathing so much, he now started to feel lightheaded. Thankfully, however, he wasn't crying anymore.

"Fratellone, I'm tired..." Luigi muttered.

"Don't sleep yet!" Mario said, looking up at his brother. "Sleep at the castle."

"But my head is fuzzy..." Luigi responded. "I don't like it..."

"Are you sick now?" Mario asked.

"I dunno..." Luigi answered, exhausted. "Maybe."

...

As the brothers got older, Luigi began to get a better understanding of what exactly was 'wrong' with him. A condition where he'd start feeling scared for seemingly no reason, even if everything around him was perfectly fine.

They were adults now. By this point, Mario was in the process of quitting his job as a doctor. It was too stressful for him, and Luigi was able to pick up on it every day his brother came home. On a particular stressful day for Mario, Luigi ended up suggesting that he quit his job, which Mario ended up doing.

Mario had never even seen it as an option until now. Despite how much he was struggling with the amount of work he had to do every day, he thought he just had to keep pushing through it. That if he just got through it, things would soon get better. Like going through a dark tunnel to reach the light.

But the light never came. At least, not in the way that Mario expected.

Once he finally quit his job and started doing his own thing, he felt more free. More happy. As if he barely had a care in the world. He could do whatever he wanted. Now, he could explore the world. He could go on adventures.

He could do anything.

Despite that however, he made sure not to leave his brother behind. He tried to take Luigi with him wherever he went, as long as it wasn't anywhere that seemed too dangerous. He wanted to make up for the period of time where he kept working and working, nonstop. The period of time where he was barely home, and when he was, he was sleeping to catch up on energy.

Now that he didn't have to worry about that anymore, he finally got to spend as much time as he wanted with his brother. And now that he could, he was able to understand his brother a bit more.

That included being able to pick up when Luigi started feeling anxious.

"Lu?"

Mario was sitting next to his brother on a couch. They were at home. Luigi was in the middle of reading a book, with reading glasses on his face. He took them off to look at his brother.

"Yeah?" Luigi responded.

"Are you feeling alright?" Mario asked. "Your hands are shaking a little."

"O-Oh, they are..?" said Luigi.

Luigi hadn't noticed it yet. He was so into the book he was reading that he didn't even realize that both his hands along with his book were shaking.

"Oh, great, why now..??" Luigi muttered.

Mario wrapped his arm around his brother, pulling him close. It helped a little bit. Luigi always felt safe when his brother was nearby.

"How about you take a break from reading for now?" Mario asked. "It's getting a bit late either way. Do you want me to make dinner?"

"O-Okay, yeah, we...we can do that," Luigi responded. "Can I come with you though..?"

"Of course," said Mario.

-END-

[hebimoonlightwrites]

awww I really liked the writing about "✉️" of the event I would like to request that for nayuta and hajun with a reader fem! plss (๑'ᵕ'๑)⸝*

Writer’s corner: Hey!! I'm so glad you appreciated it! I hope you will forgive me for being late at answering your request, sweetheart! qwq Of course I can do one with our dear Nayuta and our sadistic prince Hajun! I hope you will like it and, if you don't, please, tell me what you'd like me to fix or change! ♥ Enjoy and have a fantastic summer~!

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER (FEM!reader)

Warnings: none, just sfw and cute stuff♥

☀️𝐍𝐚𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐮𝐧☀️𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐜

✉️: if they went on vacation, what kind of postcard they would send mc (R)

☀️Nayuta felt a strange feeling inside when he realized he would have been away from his usual slum-apartment and especially from you. As he has always been kind of serious and dry towards people around him, he cannot really hide his anxiety and slight sadness to you. Just while you were helping him preparing his luggage, Nayuta was sitting on the futon, with his big eyes fixed on you. You could see his puppy eyes sparkling softly and his throat occasionally letting some deep sighs. "What's wrong,my sweet boo?", you smiled warmly at him while folding some of his t-shirts and putting them into his suitcase. He sighed again and looked away: "You really can't come with me..?", you heard his low voice almost hushed. What you could only do was to look at his cute figure and smiled warmly: "Don't worry, Nayu.. It's only for a week. You'll see how fun it will be! And.. you know, you're not alone! Your brother is coming with you." As you spoke he turned and looked at you: "I want you to accompany me."... Those words surprised you and made your cheeks go redder.

☀️After his words, you decided to reassure him and the following day you saw him and Kanata getting on the bus and disappearing behind the corner's street. You felt how anxious both looked, especially because they had never been away from their slum, nor away from the city itself. But you smiled at yourself. "They need it.. I hope they will have fun and relax while away.", you said to yourself. Of course you started missing both Nayuta and Kanata, but you could see how usual Nayuta sent you texts like random: "I love you", or "I miss you", or even.. "Here sucks without you." You couldn't help but chuckle at reading his random texts or seeing his random pics. He even sent you a pic while laying on the bed and Kanata snoring in the background. One day, though, something surprised you, as you received a postcard from Nayuta, your sweet boo:

"Y/n, sweetie.. It's the first time I try to send a postcard, so I hope I didn't miss anything up. Why did I send it even if I texted you online? I don't know... You know when you told me to have fun? Well.. even if I'm on vacation with my brother, and even if I have never been on vacation before, nor saw all these beautiful places outside my city, well... I cannot have fun if you're not beside me! I cannot help, but think about you all day and all night. Like.. What is she doing? What has she done today? Is she happy?.. I didn't believe in love before meeting you, but... now I do because I have you and only when you're beside me I can say to be truly and fully happy... It sounds too wholesome, maybe too much, but I don't care. I just can't wait to come back, only for you. I miss you. Nayuta."

☀️When Hajun got that he had to go on a trip with BAE, he looked happy at first. But when he got that you wouldn't have gone with the three of them, he changed his expression to one of sadness. The idea of going on a trip and being away from you kind of made him sad and especially concerned. You would have stayed at their apartment while they were away and Hajun spent all the last days buying a lot of stuff for you, like your favourite snacks and meals. Even if sometimes sadistic, he really cares about his friends, and especially about you. "Darling, I've also bought some chips and snacks, in case you want to watch a movie at night..!". You smiled at him, happy to see how caring he was behaving. You could see a soft fear in his eyes, a fear that he was able to hide but you could still see. So you got the chance, when you both were alone and he was preparing his own luggage: "Hajun.. It will be a short vacation. I won't forget you", you said chuckling surprising him. As his eyes met yours, you could see how reassuring your words were to him. He hugged you tightly and whispered to your ear: "I love you..."

☀️The following day you waved at him, Allen and Anne as you could feel Allen's and Anne's excitement for the vacation. Hajun tried to keep his usual confident and prince-like behaviour, but his eyes kept following your figure, especially after getting on the bus. He waved at you smiling especially after seeing your lips moving to form the words: "I love you.". The following day you missed cuddling with Hajun, but you even laid and slept on his bed when you felt like missing him a lot. You even checked online if he even sent you any text. Of course he didn't, actually. But one day you received a postcard from him, with some pictures of him buying ice-creams and cute stuff with BAE:

"Darling, How are you doing, my love? I'm sorry for not texting you, but will you believe me if I tell you that Anne did a huge mess in the kitchen while trying to help me and Allen cooking? Also I didn't text you actually because I wanted you to miss me... Did I manage to get you all sad for missing me~? By the way I hope that you're safe and fine at home. We're doing great here, even if it's not the same without you and your adorable clumsiness.. I bought something for you. I'll give you once come back~ I miss you too, darling.♥ Hajun."

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[ikamigami]

Atlas red flags let’s go:

Was capable of connecting with Sun’s mind from hundreds of light years away, that’s pretty powerful but we’ve seen Castor and most importantly Rez do the same thing

Has some visual similarities to Rez, like wearing blue robes and not having a face, and he says himself this is not his true appearance, also we don’t know of Rez can shapeshift and Atlas describes himself as amorphous  

He says he’s the last of his kind, could this be a Silver Surfer-Galactus situation? If I recall Silver Surfer was an alien who’s world was ravaged by Galactus and he was taken and forced to serve as Galactus’s herald, and we know Rez is Cetus’s herald, seems like a lot of coincidences lining up, he also mentions his kind were killed due to “higher matters”, which could mean the Astrals fighting negative beings, or his planet was corrupted and he joined Cetus after the Astrals destroyed it

Knows about certain events already like Nexus and Dark Sun, and alludes to the planet being in direct danger, which while many of the villains are heavy-hitters none of them have every stated or alluding to destroying the planet, even the Creator…Except Rez

Magic is antithetical to star power but who is to say then that negative star power is affected the same? Supposedly Sun began connecting to wither shards after getting magic, so it could be that negative star power and magic have beneficial effects on one another, hence why Atlas might be so familiar if he’s secretly Rez

He mentions going into people’s heads and Moon going into his, and he points out how it was Sun’s fault for Moon dying(it wasn’t his fault entirely) and he emphasizes that, Rez can also go into people’s heads and just the act of that in general is dangerous and manipulative

Bad-mouths Golden, and while Golden is certainly…A bit out there, one could interpret this as him making himself more credible and make Golden less by putting down the only other powerful magic caster Sun and Moon know 

He may not be Rez, I would think that if he was Sun might sense the negative energy but who knows, maybe Atlas is nice, all of this just feels…Too good to be true

Sorry for really really late reply but I absolutely agree with everything you said, dear anon 👏

I also add the new stuff

Conviently when Atlas was somewhere else both times someone dangerous appeared - first Dark Sun and in today's episode Nexus..

And later also conviently Atlas could tell some helpful words to Sun..

It makes him super suspicious.. he tries to win Sun's trust for some reason..

Maybe because he knows that Sun is powerful.. so he wants to have Sun on his side..

I think that he tries to manipulate Sun but in more effective way than every other villain so far.. cause he tries to show himself as an ally.. as someone who is here to help Sun and in extention his family..

I'm not sure if he's Rez but he's definitely related to negative energy beings in one way or another..

Sorry once again for such late reply, dear anon.. I just wasn't in the best mood for anything back then when I received this ask.. so it was just sitting in my inbox for so long 😅

I'm sorry and I hope that you'll forgive me QwQ 👉👈

[chosos-husband]

Would an angsty jealous fem reader x lifeweaver fic be doable? Where shes jealous bc lifeweaver likes to flirt around with the others and it ends in her wanting to quit working with overwatch bc she gets hurt watching him with others? Happy ending please! One where they get together hwheh thank you!

Ugh Lifeweaver my BELOVED. Literally love this man so much. Thank you so much for requesting qwq!! Also sry this took forever! I am in college, and it has been screwing me over lately lmfao. Hope you enjoy it :3

I also forgot that I will be writing the reader with neutral identity unless otherwise stated. Thanks!

Niran, in general, was a flirtatious person. He always made cute comments towards the people that he was closer to. Even to those he had just met, he would give the sweetest remarks about something he saw in them.

He had a talent of seeing the best in those around him. Everything living had beauty and value to him. Niran had a calling to protect this inherit beauty.

Of course, this did not end with you. Every message from him was signed off with something just to make you smile. It was impossible to not love him, even if it was just a little. It was hard to not love someone who made you blush every day.

As time passed on, you did learn to love him, a lot actually. You made excuses to visit his office and made reasons for you two to work together, even if there was no logical explanation for that decision.

You learned to admire Niran in the same way he did you. You appreciated him as a being. Physically, he was stunning. Anyone could agree with that. However, you feel in love with him entirely, a large component of that being in his words and actions.

It was easy to feel special with him. It was as natural as breathing to love him.

It's why it burned so much to see him talk that same way to others. For awhile, it was just you. He would only really speak to you in this way. But, quite suddenly, he started talking like that to others.

You analyzed what those peers had that you didn't. You didn't know what Niran's type was, as it kinda seemed like everyone was.

He would compliment their outfits and style. You couldn't help but wonder if that's what he would have preferred out of you. It was simplistic to fall into the trap of what he would have preferred. What would make him adore you as much as you did him.

As more time passed, you grew angry with him. It was cruel. That he would give the impression that you were special to him. Just for him to run around and talk to other people the same way. It just wasn’t fair for him to do this to you.

You couldn’t look at him without him being angry. You couldn’t stand for him to compliment you anymore. You knew how he would be talking that way with just anyone else. It didn't mean anything. It wasn't special to him.

You started just ignoring what he said to you. You would roll your eyes or not respond. Niran tried asking if he was doing something to upset you. But you never answered him, you would simply walk away.

It got to the point where you just didn't want to see his face anymore. Even if he only spoke to you again, it didn't matter. You didn't want to see him anymore. As, all it did was hurt.

You grew with frustration when Overwatch didn't accept your request to transfer departments. They stated that your work with Niran was important and that you two already agreed to work on that assignment together.

Niran looked by as you were putting things into a box. Everyone else had already left the building. You didn't want to make leaving a big scene. You didn't want anyone to question you or try to talk you out of it. It didn't even come to mind how Niran tended to stay later than everyone else did.

"y/n, what are you doing?" He frowned. He knew that you were angry with him. However, Niran still loved you and he didn't want to see you leave.

"Why do you care?" You snapped back. You continued to pack things into boxes.

"I care about you. We've worked together for a long time now. Why do you think I wouldn't?" Niran stepped close to you, which just made you more irritated.

"Don't even try to pull that with me anymore. If you care about me, you wouldn't talk to me like that. You wouldn't flirt with me and then act like I'm nothing the second I step away and there is someone else to talk to. I'm not special to you." You rambled. If you were thinking rationally, you would have seen the hurt in his eyes. That, he hated the idea that he was hurting you this much and didn't even know it.

"That's just the way I speak, it isn't personal, y/n." Niran tried to explain, but you weren't really listening.

"It doesn't matter. I'm leaving Overwatch anyway. You can tell them that when I don't come in tomorrow."

"You can't leave! Our work is together. I work with you and that's the only way it will continue to grow. I can't continue this project alone. "

"Why should I care now?"

"Why are you angry?" Niran was starting to get frustrated with you. Though, he was very good about keeping his anger in check. He just didn't understand how he was supposed to know you were upset without you talking to him.

"Because I loved you and it felt like you loved me back. But I don't mean shit to you. Do I, Niran? Aren't I just some other person in this lab to you?

Niran's eye widened a little bit. The confession was sudden, but provoked. His normal confident, charming demeanor fluttered. He was blushing.

Your confusion grew as you could see him looking for any implication of sarcasm.

"Are you serious?" Niran smiled a little bit. His tone was soft and no longer defensive.

"Why lie now? I'm leaving anyway." You shrugged. There was a level of embarrassment to it. That you are confessing to someone just before running away.

"I do love you. I have for quite a long time really."

Your entire expression softened. Now, you were trying to figure out if he was being sarcastic.

"You don't act like it. I don't really believe you, Niran."

"I have. I wasn't sure how to talk to you. I tried. But I wasn't sure you were interested at all. I only started talking to others to get over it. But I can't say that I ever did. I never stopped thinking about you in that way. I just didn't want to say it and ruin our friendship." He paused. "But I guess I did that anyway, didn't I?"

You stood there, looking into the box that you had on your chair. Maybe this was all just a silly misunderstanding. Perhaps you were just being jealous and refusing to talk to him about it.

"Are you willing to give me another chance?" Niran asked, making you look up. You hesitated for answer for a moment.

"I think I will."

~~

A few months later, you two are cuddling in his room. He definitely appreciated showing his affection through actions. You were laying on top of him, your head resting against his chest. Initially, you were counting his heartbeats, but he kept talking to you and making you forget which number you were on.

"Thank you for giving me another chance y/n." Niran put his fingers through your hair.

"I wouldn't if you weren't so pretty." You were just teasing and it made him smile.

"Then, I'm glad that I am. I don't want to imagine a life where I'm not with you." Those stupid words again. You could feel your face getting a little hot.

"Hush now, I'm going to bed."

Niran was awake a little longer than you. He couldn't stop thinking about this. He was scared that he almost lost you. That him not being able to say it made your relationship almost never happen.

But, he had you now and you had his complete, unforgiving attention.

[foolstower]

Soooo, me again :) (I asked about your rules and things) long story short: I'm being a simp for stardew valley Sam at the moment and I have a feeling that there aren't a lot of os about him :( just can't decide on which idea to ask, if it's ok with you could you please choose one you feel most likely to write for?

° Tattoo date to zuzu city

° some comfort after y/n stands in front of his door to stay for the night because their parents had fought again like everyday and needs some time away (romantic or platonic)

° y/n sees him backstage after the concert kissing penny, thinking they won't have a chance but turns out he doesn't like penny and that's all a misunderstanding (you can choose if it should involve smut or not)

° saving his crush (y/n, what a surprise) from her toxic relationship and showing her how much better he could treat her (also, fluff or smut

Sorry if it's a lot to choose from qwq I just have so many things I think would be nice to read about him qwq

I was so tempted to do the penny one but chose to do the toxic relationship prompt instead. I'm definitely gonna keep that penny idea in mind though. Thank you so much for your request I loved all of these ideas! hope you enjoy!!

Radiant

(Sam stardew valley x reader)

Leaving zuzu city was the best thing you could've done for yourself right? Or so you thought, a raging voice was leaking through your cellphones speaker. They were on another drunken stupor, crying and yelling for you to come back. To sell the farm house and just come back. Aren't they more important? Than your stupid fantasy of being able to live off the the land.

"You'll starve!" They said. "What's even out there that has you wanting to stay so bad? It's been a few months.....you probably met someone didn't you?" Before they could continue you interrupted them.

"I'm done. Call me tomorrow morning when you're not drunk." You flatly stated and hung up. You were sure you'd wake up to many angry texts tomorrow morning, followed by a string of apologies. Promising they'll never say those things again, they didn't know what they were thinking. They just miss you so much that it's hard to cope.

You laid down in bed and hugged your pillow tight. Curling into a ball around it, you reminisced on your situation. For the past few months, you'd be lying if you didn't admit your empty bed brought you comfort. After a few years of living with your partner you'd grown used to their arms holding you down as you slept, unable to toss or turn. There was no room to breathe, no space to stretch. But ever since living on the farm you'd grown accustomed to the freedom. More than just physically but mentally too. Regardless of this you still longed for their companionship.

Sometimes the emptiness of the farm house was too much, you supposed.

Silencing the swirling thoughts in your head you thought of someone sweeter. A radiant light that showed itself on a dark night.

You were sat at the pier near Willy's cabin staring into the depths of the ocean. You'd only lived in stardew valley for a week and you were already begging your significant other not to come pick you up. You'd already turned off your phone at that point and were gazing at waters moonlit surface. You were drowning in your thoughts when you met him.

Light steps etched closer before he sat next to you on the pier. He talked to you as if he'd known you for years.

"What's got you out here so late?" He asked as crossed one leg under the other. "Stargazing?"

"No.. the stars are beautiful tonight though." Your raspy voice answered. Pointing your attention to the sky, Sparkling little glimmers shined happily. Blissfully unaware of any and all earthly issues. He was silent for a moment before he spoke again.

"Are you ok? Wanna talk about it?" He questioned. You thought on it for a second. Who was this guy? Worrying over someone he's never met. Regardless you found yourself gravitating towards his kindness. Maybe he was someone you'd like to know.

"What's your name?" You countered with a different question, finally looking over at him.

"Sam. and you?" He said. A small smile shown as he took in your features. He couldn't help but wonder what got someone so cute upset like that. It was dark but he could still see the reflection of the tears on your cheeks in the moonlight. Though you were a stranger, it upset him. He wouldn't pry though.

"Y/n." You said as you rubbed your face dry. "What brings you here?" You asked genuinely curious why anyone else would be out so late.

"Well honestly I came out here and thought you were my friend sebastian at first." He said with a small laugh, hand bashfully behind his head. "I was gonna ask him for a cig but instead I saw a cute girl and thought I'd introduce myself." He winked pointing a finer gun at you before putting it away. You blushed at that but smiled none the less. Something you hadn't done that whole day.

"Well unfortunately I'm taken but I appreciate it." You softly stated. At the time you couldn't quite place why you felt dissatisfied with that statement.

He let out a 'aww' but still stayed in his spot next to you. "Unfortunately? That doesn't sound too good." He prodded.

"Yeah......things aren't too good at the moment. But every relationship has a few rough patches right?" You sighed. It was mostly a question for yourself honestly.

You picked up your phone and saw through the blinding light that it was 1am. Knowing you had to wake up early in the morning, you sadly had to say goodbye. "Sorry sam. It was nice meeting you but I have to go to bed soon. It was nice taking to you." You said as you got up and dusted off your pants. You gave a small wave and turned to leave only taking a few steps before getting stopped.

"Wait!" He yelled still seated. "You wanna hang out sometime?" He asked. The pleading look in his eyes was something you couldn't say no to.

"Sure, you free tomorrow morning?" You asked almost too eagerly. Sam silently cursed in his head. He had work tomorrow morning and his boss was already annoyed with him. But to hell with all that.

"Yeah I'm free."

You awoke from your slumber still glued to the pillow you had fallen asleep with. Getting up and untangling yourself from all your blankets, you were able to finally escape your mess of a mattress. You stretched and some of your bones popped from being still for so long. You groaned, you felt like you'd been asleep for days.

You made your way to the kitchen with a yawn and poured a glass of water. The drink successfully woke you up and you rubbed some of the drowsiness out of your eyes. Drink in hand, you went back to your bedroom to do the inevitable. Check your phone.

With a heavy sigh you unplugged it and dived deep into the various messages that had been sent throughout the night. As you had predicted most of them were from last night. Messages about how they just want the best for you. How they were hurt that you actively choose a dead dream over your relationship. But they love you and they're sorry for what they said. But what they said next made your heart race. And you didn't know if it was in a good way.

'Please y/n can you forget about everything? Just for tonight? I'm coming to visit you. I don't care about our problems anymore I want to see you, I miss you. I'll be there tonight.'

You texted them back that you needed time. You weren't going to just ignore everything now that they wanted you to. It'd been a while since their last visit but you were too upset to even fathom seeing them. They didn't reply.

After exiting the text, you opened up one from an hour ago from somene who knows how to cheer you up.

Sam wanted to know if you were free in a few hours so you could go with him to the beach. Jas and Vincent wanted to go play by the ocean and he wanted to know if you wanted to tag along so he wouldn't be bored. You smiled to yourself and texted him back.

'Of course! I'll see you in a bit, gotta take care of some things on the farm then I'll head that way.'

You threw your phone on the bed and changed into your outfit. After throwing on your shoes and successfully tying them up, you made your way outside. Forgetting your phone on the bed.

After feeding the chickens and watering the crops you felt much better. Something about doing little things on your farm were fulfilling to you. Putting your watering can back in its place you made your way to the beach, hoping he didn't wait too long for you to get there.

As you got closer to where he stood on the beach, you made sure to stay silent. Finally standing next to him, he jumped a bit when he noticed you before laughing nervously.

"Jeez! Do you like doing that? How are you so quiet all the time?" He asked placing a hand over his racing heart. You did like doing this. Who wouldn't like to see that face he makes?

"Sorry, it's just so easy sometimes." You laughed. He gave you playful glare before looking back out toward the kids. After confirming they were ok and still on beach he turned his attention back to you. The sun made his blond hair shine more than usual and you could see that some of it was actually bleached from so much exposure to it.

"So? Got anything planned today? You could come hang out at the saloon tonight if you want. Me, seb, and Abby are gonna play pool tonight. It'd be nice to have some good luck on my side." He said elbowing your arm lightly. You smiled and seriously thought about taking him up on the offer. Sadly the life of the farmer isn't as free as you'd originally thought.

"Sorry, I bought a bunch of seeds from Pierre's yesterday and didn't get around to planting them. I'll probably be tilling the land all day." You sighed, already anticipating how bad your arms would hurt tomorrow.

"Aww I can help! It can't be too complicated right?" He offered. He wasn't unually one to volunteer to do work but in his mind, any time with you is a good time.

"It's ok I wouldn't want to put you through that pain." You half joked. "Also you have work tomorrow, it's gonna suck stocking shelves with sore arms." He went to argue but you stopped him. "Really, it's ok. Go have fun tonight you have to hang out with your other friends too you know." You both laughed knowing the two of you have been stuck to the hip since you met.

"Alright alright, if you say so." He said playfully. He looked out into the distance once again noting jas and Vincent's locations before looking back at you. He also noted how beautiful you always looked without ever trying. You eyes were squinting at him in the sunlight before you brought up your hand to shield your eyes. The wind gently blew through your hair and the sound of your voice carried over the sound if the waves. You were just perfect to him, nothing less.

A few hours had passed and you two talked about different things. You inquired about his band and he happily told you in detail all his plans and how he's always dreamed of doing it. You felt like you could stay and speak with him for the rest of the day, but heard tiny footsteps quickly approaching.

"Sam!! Im hungry!" Vincent ran up and looked at him patiently waiting for an answer. Jas quietly laughed to herself.

"Yeah i guess im a little hungry too." He said looking at the time. His expression changed to slight panic before he put his phone away. "So uh... I gotta go, dinner was done an hour ago and mom is pissed, heh" He nervously laughed. "Come on kids! Let's go home!" He said as they both ran towards the exit of the beach.

"I'll see you later Sam. Tell the others I said hi!" You said referring to Sebastian and Abigail.

"I will! And good luck on the farm you're gonna need it." He gave a salute before running after the kids. You watched as they all disappeared past the trees separating the town and the beach. Your heart ached a bit. If only time didn't go by so fast.

As you made your way home you tried to calculate just how much you could get done before midnight. Visions of seeds and gold unraveled in your mind as you approached your property. As you stepped up the porch something didn't feel quite right. Your chickens didnt approach you like they unually did and you heard your tv on the other side of the door. You swore you turned it off. Scared but armed with various farming equipment you made the decision to enter your home.

A show played on the TV making the figure on your couch clear as day. It looks like your partner decided to come anyway.

"What are you doing here?" You asked as calmly as you could.

"Sorry I was already on the way over and you still hadn't texted me back, thought I'd wait here a bit longer before going to look for you." They said.

"That's not my point. I said I needed time." You stated firmly.

"Listen... y/n I'm sorry, I really am. I know I hurt you deeply and I just wanted to say sorry in person." They said, tear pricked their eyes but never leaked out. You felt kind of bad for them. "I won't talk about any of that..... I just wanted to see you again." They claimed. You were hesitant to accept their compromise but did none the less. With your guard still up you sat on your couch beside them.

"Are you hungry? I thought you'd be hungry by now so I made Alfredo." They said.

After not eating all day you gut made itself known with a loud growl. You frowned before getting up to make yourself a plate. Eating some of it on your way back to the couch you stomach finally stopped it's noises. "Thank you, it's really good."

"No problem, I already ate so eat as much as you want." They said before turning to watch the rest of the movie. And just like that, back to normal.

It was getting late and you could hear the rain on the roof. Thunder lightly rumbled out side and you were cuddled into your partners side. The TV had already played a few things and you were getting tired. You had planned to fall asleep in your spot on the couch before your partner spoke.

"Y/n. What do you like about this place?" They quietly asked. That instantly woke you up.

"I like plenty of things about it. This cabin, the land, the wildlife. The townspeople are nice. I love everything about it." You passionately expressed. Their brows furrowed at that.

"I don't understand. You can live in the city and still visit these places." They said. You were already tired and really didn't want to talk about this right now.

"What happened to not caring about our problems anymore?" You questioned. They were silent for a second before continuing.

"What happened to being together for the rest of our lives? You left me in the city!" Their words cut deep and sparked rage instantly.

"Why can't you just drop it! Why can't you see that I'm doing this for you too! Shouldn't you be happy for me? We're living in an economy where you end up paying thousands of dollars every year just to stay alive and now I have this opportunity and you just want me to throw it away!?! Why do you have to have everything your way all the damn time!" You yelled as you got up from the couch and crossed your arms.

"No! You're the one being selfish! We already had a life in the city that you uprooted for this stupid fucking dream of yours!" They screamed at you from the couch. "This is unrealistic! It's not sustainable! And just.... UGH it's fucked!!" They yelled standing just to punching the wall. Fortunately your house was sturdy and wouldn't get damaged so easy. You were already crying by the time they were done yelling, and after seeing your face it just made them angrier. You wanted to just curl up in your room in a ball like usual but you knew you couldn't this time. They'd just follow you.

You needed to leave.

You walked towards the door as they kept ranting.

"Where are you going!? It's raining and its midnight!" They yelled walking towards you.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" You cried. They seemed to snap out of their angry haze and looked at you shocked. "I'm leaving until you get out of here. Go home!! Just leave me alone!" You screamed as you opened the door and slammed it. Cold wet wind immediately blew into your already tired body but the adrenaline allowed you to push through. Thunder clapped in the skies and sobs wracked through your body. There was only one place you could go this late. You'd hoped he'd still be up practicing on his guitar or something.

Mud squelched under your feet as your made your trek into town. Cold rain poured down on you and you could see the dull light of Sam's porch light coming into view. You knew his family was asleep so you went over to his window. Faint strums from a guitar lightly played behind the glass. You sighed in relief at the sound. You lightly knocked on the window and waited patiently. A few seconds passed before the blinds on the other side lifted. As soon as he saw it was you he opened up his window and helped you climb inside.

"You're drenched! Are you ok?" He bombarded you with questions. Your shivering form and puffy eyes were enough to give him some signs as to what had happened.

"No." You sighed as you sat on the floor in front of the window. Your exhaustion quickly caught up with you and the rain made your clothes feel ten pounds heavier. You brought your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them. Sam got a blanket off his bed and threw it over your shoulders before sitting next to you

"My partner was waiting for me at home today. I didnt have my phone so I had no idea." You said. "We had a fight the night before but they seemed to want to move past that so I let them stay. I should've just kicked them out. They're never going to understand what i do. What i want l, or who i want to be" You said, tears pricked your eyes. "I'm doing this for them too.... and all they do is call me stupid for it." You cried. "Why do they love to hate me?" You felt bad that you were dumping all this on your friend but you just wanted support. "My farm isn't some stupid dream i came up with on the fly."

A comforting hand rubbed your back as Sam held his tongue. There were only a few other times where you'd kinda let him in on what was really happening. But he'd heard enough to piece together that this person was an asshole. How could someone like that end up with someone as sweet as you.

"You're right. It's not some stupid dream, so why do you keep letting them tell you that?" He asked. Maybe that was a little too blunt. But he was tired of seeing you seeing you caught in their web, not even attempting to escape. You were silent. If anything that made you cry a bit harder. He immediately regretted what he said and rubbed your back a little harder out of stress.

But he's right, all the things they do happen becaue you let it. You never felt powerful enough to stop them, all you could ever do is run away.

"Because.... I'm scared." You confessed. "Whenever I want to say anything to them, something in the back of my head tells me not to. Like my premonition is telling me something bad will happen."

"Y/n.....that's terrible." He said. "You don't deserve that."

"I feel like I do." You replied. The comforting hand on your back stopped and instead moved to caress your cheek. You turned to look at him. He looked back with sad eyes. Almost as if he could cry with you.

"You don't." He said firmly. "You deserve someone who's going to support you no matter what. Someone who'll be there when you cry, even if it's something simple like stepping on your favorite flower." You smiled. You remembered that day. Rip Petunia. His thumb wiped the tears from underneath your swollen eyes. His touch was warm, and made your heart beat just a little faster.

"If only someone like that existed." You weakly laughed. He just looked at you. Debating if he was gonna say what he actually wanted to say. He felt like if he passed this opportunity up there'd be no second chances.

"He does, I'm right here." He confessed.

You were always ashamed when you gave in to his incessant flirting. Comments here and there, 'accidental' touches, wanting to be around each other all the time. Though you were in a relationship, the longer you were in stardew valley the more you realized how much your partner drained you. How much you longed for a real connection, someone who loved you.

"Really?" Was all you could utter, not conveying how happy you really were.

"Yeah, really." He confirmed. A scarlet hue started to take over his face but he was still serious. Something about the way he looked at you told you to trust him. There was a special bond between the two of you and you'd know it from the start. You just denied it. You wanted to cry again, knowing someone like him had been in your life for a while now. A supporter, a friend, and maybe, if you let him. Something more.

You didn't really know what to say. Your words wouldn't be able to convey how you felt so you just curled into his side. Taking in his warmth. His body was stiff but eased up after a second. His arm fell naturally on your shoulders and pulled you closer. You'd never felt so anxious around Sam as you did right now. Heart racing, cheeks hot. Alot of feelings you'd pushed down over the months had resurfaced in an instant.

"You're still drenched. Do you want some of my clothes? You're gonna freeze in here." He fretted. The question made you aware of just how cold and uncomfortable you were in your still wet clothes.

"That'd be nice." You smiled standing up from your spot. You left the cover on the floor and walked with Sam to his dresser. He handed you a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts and showed you where the restroom was.

You closed the door behind you and changed out of your muddy clothes. You washed off any mud you got on your body before putting on the nice clean clothes, you took a second to take in your state in the mirror. You've looked better. Your eyes were still red from crying so long and your hair got tangled in the harsh rain. You took a moment to run your fingers through your hair only being able to tame half of it. You left the restroom and headed back to Sam's room. Your hand rested above the door handle and you debated how you were going to ask him if you could stay the night. You couldn't go back home, not until tomorrow at least and there's no one else you were close enough with to ask. And besides. You wanted to stay, he made you feel safe. You were able to be vulnerable around him and you knew he'd never chastise you over it.

Entering the room you saw he'd already made a spot on the floor for himself. A few blankets and pillows positioned how he liked. You evaluated what was happening before you said something.

"Sam?" You looked at him laying on his makeshift bed. He smiled.

"Well, I didn't think you'd be going home tonight. It's storming outside and I wouldn't want you to go home anyway considering the situation." He said. Gesturing to his bed. "It's all yours, come lay down, I know you're tired." He concluded. You were slightly taken aback. He already anticipated you staying the night and was really sweet about it. You walked over and laid down in his bed. It was a different type of comfort. Different from your own bed, your always felt cold and empty. Comforting only because you weren't constricted by a possessive embrace. But in his it was almost like the bed could swallow you up. Various pillows and a giant cover made you feel like you were in a little nest. Safe and secure. You rolled on your side so you could look at Sam who met your gaze from the floor.

"Thank you.. you're doing alot for me tonight." You expressed your gratitude. He grinned.

"Your worth doing so much for." He said in a soft voice. It made your heart flutter.

With a content sigh you laid on your back and closed your eyes. You were absolutely exhausted. But no matter how long you kept your eyes closed sleep wouldn't come. Tiny recaps of your night kept playing over and over again, keeping you in your restless state. You shyly looked over at Sam's now sleeping figure and couldn't help but wonder if he'd be able to purge all your thoughts for you. As if he heard you in his dreams he woke up and caught your lingering gaze.

"You ok?" He yawned, rubbing one of his eyes. You were silently debating in your head if it was ok to ask if he could hold you. You knew he probably wouldn't mind, but you couldn't help but wonder if it broke any of his boundaries.

"Can you come here?" You asked. The dark room did well to hide the blush taking over your face. He was quiet but you could hear the sound of him getting up before he sat on the edge of the bed.

"You ok?" He asked you again, in slightly more worried tone this time.

"I will be, ....can you just hold me?...Sorry if thats weird to ask." You mumbled fingers fidgeting with hem of one of the pillows. He laughed.

"Sure weirdo, scoot over." He instructed as you moved closer to the wall. You didn't expect for him to actually climb into bed with you for some reason, and you didn't exactly know how to go about what you just asked for.

Luckily for you he wasn't so shy. After he made himself comfortable under the covers he pulled you into his chest. His chin rested on top of your head and his arm draped over you. When he held you it wasn't uncomfortable. His arms were loose and inviting, not the constriction you were used to. Yesterday, you would've never thought you'd end up here. Where you were meant to be.

"Thank you." You mumbled into his chest.

"No, thank you. For trusting me. From now on you don't have to worry about anything" He said planting a kiss on your head. "I'll make it all better." He whispered. The intimacy of his voice in your ear really did make those words stick in your mind. You wrapped your arm around his torso, ready to fully embrace his warmth. As you drifted off into a peaceful slumber you thanked the world for giving you Sam.

A radiant light that you were lucky enough to see.

[eternitas]

Hi Lou!! Tbh, I'd love to ask you...all of the selfship questions, but I'll be nice and say 1-4 uwu for Gokudera! [Unless you're cool with answering them all 👀✨️]

Just for fun selfship ask meme

Thank you so so much for sending this in! ... 3... months ago orz I am so so sorry for answering so late, I hope waiting for my answer was worth it QwQ

1. does your f/o have any special nicknames for you? what are they? do you have a favorite?

Gokudera isn't exactly super openly affectionate or romantic. He is pragmatic and when he is romantic it is a rare, but genuine moment just between them. While he doesn't have a special nickname, he does sometimes call Rena "tesoro" (itl. treasure) and has refered to her as a sun or glowing star, though never to her face.

2. do you and your f/o share any hobbies? what are they? do you see one another as rivals, collaborators, something else?

Rena and Hayato are competitive spirits and often get into little competitions with each other that usually hold either no stakes but their pride, or chores and small gifts. It's never harsh enough that Dera becomes seriously upset over a loss (he actually really appreciates that she can give him a run for his money), but it's also never completely trivial. These competitions can range from who gets to a place first, to directly facing off in a video or card game (especially with poker and other games where you have to keep your reactions in check Rena usually has the upper hand due to her knowledge in acting and directing, being able to pick up on the subtlest of changes in Gokuderas demeanor, who still has a hard time keeping his emotions in check).

Interestingly enough when it comes to hobbies they diverge a bit. Rena loves to be creative, her work at the theater is incredibly fullfilling to her, so she spends a lot of time going to see different plays and reads new pieces. Hayato is also very creative, but his creativity leans more towards the engineering and constructing. In that they are supportive with and towards each other, but don't necesarily always partake in the others interest. However they both are interested in the supernatural, with Rena being a scaredy cat that is mostly into mythology and the occult while Hayato is more interested in cryptids and extraterestrials. Hayato likes going ghost hunting or cryptid hunting and once in a while he can persuade Rena to tag along though not without promising up and down that he won't scare her on purpose and that he'll protect her if anything does happen.

One hobby they do participate in together is movie nights. They switch up who picks the movie and each one of them has a chance to veto a pick. They both enjoy watching all kinds of movies and talk about them, dissecting story, special and practical effects, character writing and acting, directing- they can both contribute their own knowledge to these talks which are even more enjoyable to them than the movies themselves.

Small picrew I edited depicting them watching a scary movie.

Original

3. do you have any songs that remind you of your f/o? a playlist? what do they think of it, if you’ve shared it with them?

Okay so I USED to have a playlist but I deleted it orz, tho there are two songs I def remember associating with this ship which is

Cinderblock Garden by All Time Low and Perfect by Topic and Ally Brooke

4. where are your favorite places to go with your f/o? what’s your favorite part of that place, or the time you spend together there?

When it comes to favourite places to be at then there come only 3 to mind. First is Renas apartment. It's a small 2 room flat with an open kitchen, a big livingroom with a narrow balcony and a small bedroom. It's cozy but not claustrophobic and Hayato stays over a few times. After a very eventful day it's nice to flop onto the sofa and watch a movie together.

Then there is one of Renas favourite cafes. It's in a sidestreet of the city, rather small and has a bit of a maritime country-chic flair with exceptionally good coffee and cake. They don't usually house big groups or many people so it never feels cramped and or overwhealming when it comes to the surounding noise.

Last but definitely not least is the westpark. It's close to the Residence where the Neo Vongola stay in italy and is often place of performances by Renas theater group Mosaico. It's a nice small park with one half of the park being mostly greenspace for people to chill on and the other being a bit more groomed, layed out and romantic with benches and grenery tunnels.

(Thinking specifically about the passages I personally know, here, here, and here, plus a well kept flower garden park as depicted here)

In general: anywhere where it's not too full and too loud is a nice place for them to hang out.

[iwantmochisoup]

MOCHII I MISSED YOUR ART YOUR LAST POST IS BEAUTIFUL. I love cat skk sm 😭🥲

UWAAAA WHAAT HIII HII AHHH THANK YOUUUU QWQ

ahhhfkskdjfahak i can't even explain how much this means to me qwq life has been too much lately and i've been rly busy too ahh i barely got time to draw lately but i wanna post more!! qwq

hfagsdhjfgashj but i'm rly rly glad you like them!! <3 i hope you're doing well btw!! <3

[silverryu25]

I know this prompt isn't exactly on the list, but would you consider doing a lamia AU with the confession under sakura/cherry tree prompt? I think it would be really cool. -Mystery

This one is so freaking good hun!! QwQ I loved writing this one~! Hope you enjoy it @mystery-fic-anon ❤

DAY 6 - Absolute Randomness: Anime/manga (Love confession under Sakura trees) + Lamia AU

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It's a beautiful day outside, flowers are blooming, birds are singing and the Sakura are blooming.

Finally, spring was here. The forest was starting to come alive again. Small creatures waking from their winter slumber, birds coming home from their long travels south and the trees donning their finest gowns of gentle greens, whites and pinks. The Sakura trees, unusually abundant in this part of the forest, stood out even amongst all the other beauty of the early spring forest.

Their flowers sparkled in the gentle sunshine, petals slowly falling and covering the mossy forest ground. It was almost like another winter came, but this one filled everything with gentle scents and sights. It almost looked magical. Unreal. Beautiful beyond the reality of the world.

But none of that interested Red as he sat between the roots of an old Sakura tree, probably the biggest and oldest one in the forest. He knew the sights were something many would give a lot to see, but he had something a lot more beautiful in mind. Something that had mesmerized him for a few seasons already. Something he held close to his soul and wanted to see after the long, arduous winter.

His crimson eyelights flitted around, catching even the slightest motion. He could feel his nerves slowly fraying at the edges as his mind raced, panic slowly but mercilessly building up as the object of his quarry failed to show up.

The winter had been unusually harsh, and he wasn't sure that the one he was waiting for endured it. Every moment that passed made him hate himself a bit more.

If only he had offered his house as shelter.

If only he persisted in finding a better and safer place to wait the winter out.

If only he tried harder to say what he felt.

If only he confessed before.

As his mind spiraled inwards, he failed to notice the slight rustling of petals as something big approached him. He would have completely missed the behind the sound if he wasn't their intended target. The sound kept coming closer and closer, the rustling seeming to get even less noticeable as it approached.

Red sat there, frown deepening as a shadow loomed over him, and just as he noticed the change in the gentle light that passed between the flowers, it was too late! A pounce and he was buried under something huge! His breath forced out both from the new weight and surprise.

But before he could panic and call his bones or blasters, he noticed a flash of blue and went limp, relaxing as all his worries and shock melted away.

'sans,' the thought ran through his mind, making his soul skip from pure joy at finally seeing his friend. It was hard to express his delight at seeing him again, so outloud he said "wha' da heck are ya doin' ya overgrown noodle?"

The pressure eased from him as Sans pulled back enough so they could look at each other. The big lamia, his blue tail slowly wrapping under Red as he lifted him into a more comfortable position, grinned smugly at Red. They both knew Sans had caught Red by complete surprise and that he was very much enjoying Red being flustered about it.

The lamia had been playing tricks on Red since they met. Mostly by hiding when Red came to see him and then spooking him in many different ways. Or using some strange combination of flora and magic to make whoopee cushion sounds. Or when he made Red trip up and caught him before he fell and hurt himself on the uneven forest floor. Sans was a lamia of many pranks and Red was sure he tried them all on him.

But he had something important to say today and he wasn't going to let Sans prank him and make him laugh and forget.

"yea, yea. be smug ya noodle but i ain't gonna laugh at yer pranks today." Red mumbled out as he straightened his ruffled clothes, trying to get some confidence before speaking about what he had been mulling over the whole winter.

"what wrong? hurt?" Sans asked, trying to move Red's clothes away to check if he hurt him accidentally, only to get his phalanges slapped away by the small flustered bundle of bones sitting in his coils.

His speech was still a bit choppy and sometimes hard to follow, but he was learning pretty fast. When they met Sans could only use a simple kind of sign language, and even that only to describe simple concepts of where to hunt or sleep. It wasn't that Sans wasn't smart enough to learn spoken language, it was just that he never had a chance since he lived alone with only one clutch sibling since they were very little. And even that didn't last long since lamia were mostly solitary beings, at least until they mated.

Since they met, Red has been teaching Sans how to talk, but the winter was long and some progress was bound to be lost. Still, Red understood what Sans was asking, and he could feel a pang in his soul over the thought of making Sans worry after they hadn't seen each other in so long.

"nwa, ain't hurt just wanna say somethin' 'mportant..." Red quickly reassured Sans, grabbing his hands both to stop them from fretting and to help him ground himself. "i've been worried fer ya, sans. da winter was... bad an' i didn' know if ya were ok or not. and i couldn' find ya cause th're was too much sno' and i-"

Suddenly, Sans arms snapped up and around Red, cutting the panicking words from overflowing even more. Red froze for a moment, surprised by the sudden movement, but he quickly melted into the embrace and hugged back, phalanges tangling into the bigger monsters ribs. He hid his face into the wide ribs in front of him, trying to breathe slowly, so he wouldn't cry do something stupid.

"sssssssssssshhh, am ok. no hurt. red no hurt. me no hurt." Sans' gentle words, a little hiss following each sentence as he shushed him, helped Red calm down after a fem more moments of clinging to Sans.

When he was sure he had complete control over himself, Red untangled his phalanges from Sans' ribs and pushed on his chest to get Sans to let him lean back enough to see him.

"i was worried."

"yesss. know."

"... i missed ya."

"missssssed red too."

Sans tried leaning forward for a nuzzle, but Red's hand in his face stopped him. Confused, Sans pulled back, head tilted to one side. Red understood his confusion, he never stopped Sans from showing affection. But he still needed to say the most important thing and didn't want to risk chickening out missing out on the opportunity.

"wait, i need ta tell ya somethin' first," Red said as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was now or never. He had to do it. He had to say it now. He couldn't leave Sans alone again, not after the horror this winter was. Even if the next winter was a long way away, he couldn't risk the time slipping through his phalanges and losing Sans to the next winter.

Sans, as patient as his magic coulour hinted, sat still and watched Red collect himself. Only the tip of his tail twitching showed that he wasn't as calm as he appeared, but Sans paid it no mind, all his focus on the small skeleton in his lap.

"sans...," Red started, taking one more deep breath, then he opened his sockets, expression full of determination as he looked Sans directly into his eyelights. "i love ya."

Red could feel his cheeks warming up as he stared at Sans. The lamia's sockets widened for a moment, the words slowly processing as his barely awake brain trying to understand the words he had only learned about once.

They stared at each other for a few soulbeats, Red already starting to worry the other would reject him when, suddenly, Sans started leaning down, eyelights fixated on Red's. Sans slowly tilted his head, never breaking eye contact, as he leaned closer and closer. At first, Red was confused about the other's actions, but as their teeth almost touched and Sans paused, Red's brain caught up with the situation. He could feel his blush intensify, his magic travelling down his cheeks and his neck, even his joints started glowing slightly. But Sans didn't move an inch more... he was waiting. Waiting for Red to cross that last barrier between them.

Without missing another soulbeat, Red leaned forward, their teeth touching and magic sparking, both of their sockets closed as they could finally enjoy the closeness their souls had been longing for, even if their words and minds wouldn't admit it.

They both sat there, under the oldest Sakura tree in the forest, legs and coils tangled up as they indulged in each other. Pink Sakura petals gently falling, almost as if they wanted to help hide the two from the world, so they could enjoy each other to their souls content.

No more words were said.

None were needed.

They finally had each other and that was their everything.

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.... does anyone have a leash that works on plot bunnies? A short one? Like 500 words max? I'm asking for a friend ._.

I promise this was supposed to be short like it was yesterday... like max 500 words short... why am I like this?!?!? Someone help me!!! I need an intervention!! QAQ!!!

Sans spent the winter hibernating in a cave somewhere, but Red didn't know exactly where since usually Sans was the one that found him when they met up. The winter was bad (frick global warming DX) so Red was super worried it would be too cold for Sans to survive. But Sans is a very smart snek and took good care of himself :3

Btw, wanna know how Sans, a forest living lamia, knew about whoopee cushions? Weeeeell... Red brought one to prank him and let's just say Sans is a quick learner and Red has many regrets XD

[lemmilemura]

Six words

Types of Kisses by Simon Kelleher

Do whatever you want with that (would appreciate if you make it sfw, sorry.. Won't mind neck kisses and a little steam tho)

Of course I can write about the Types of Kisses by Simon Kelleher ;) I love the fact you used italics, love it. It's like how I feel when saying his name xD Idk why but Simon Kelleher just has the same effect xD I'm gonna do my best, I've been putting it off for a lil bit, and I do have ideas but I am kinda struggling And do not worry, it's completely fine if you only want SFW <3 I'm just still kinda in an NSFW mood since I was able to write some xD

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK THIS LONG QWQ I'm going to be honest all I had was the stuff up to the gender neutral..... I hate it took me this long I really do

Based on the show All kept gender neutral

The first time you kiss really depends on when you feel ready. I can imagine Simon on the outside seeming so smooth and calm but on the inside hoo boy he's nervous, excited, giddy almost. I mean he finally gets to kiss you! And oh my god it's even better than he expected!

After that, prepare yourself for whenevr you're alone. When you're just lounging he'll occasionally (often but not too often) grab your hand and kiss the back, or come up to you and kiss your cheek. Just some small cute stuff :3

Same goes for when you're at school/in public, to be honest, don't expect to be making out in the hallways with Simon, he hates when others do it, so yeah

When it's getting late and he's tired, prepare for him to very sleepily just lay next to you and slowly kiss anywhere he can reach tbh, even if he's really really tired her just... feels the need to kiss you and it's so so cute <3

Again, I am so so sorry it's taken this long qwq I hope it's atöeast good enough!!

[doodling-panda]

hello <3

I don’t know if you’ll see this or if you answer stuff like this much, but it’s okay if you don’t — I just wanted to send a lil appreciation thing because things have been really difficult w my mental health lately and genuinely your Hawks art being so soft and so sweet has touched me so much and has made an otherwise pretty miserable past few days better. you draw Hawks exactly as I imagine him, and it made me tear up. Ty sm, you’re an angel, and I hope this finds you when you need it. Keep it up, you’re amazing <3

hello! thank you so much for your words qwq all the hawks i draw are all really self indulgent, so theyre all how i see him personally and my self insert/yume, but it being able to help others also makes me happy! i'm glad they could cheer you up even if a little, and i hope you're doing fine c:

[i-am-beckyu]

AKDNDKDKJFKSKDF IVE BARELY SENT ANYTHING HERE LATELY IM SO SORRY BECKY!!!!

How is you? :] I is tired, it’s night time, tho I don’t feel like sleeping yet-

Your birthday fic is coming along, I will probably have it done by your birthday, if I balance homework and life right… Let’s have a snippet!

…

The borrower heard an irritated sigh, and, sure enough, when he looked up there was his escort and best friend, ———.

…who, as he looked closer, seemed ready to murder him. ——— gulped, and tried to play it off casually.

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I hope you’re excited! And I also have actually started, and have a decent idea for my 100 followers fic (THANK YOU 3D)

I maaay have taken some inspiration from your 100 followers fic, even most of its original, if you see somethings that seems like MMTS, then I hope you don’t mind :]

Also, randomly, I don’t think anyone’s seen this, but I’ve actually been going around becoming peoples evil, shadow clone counter part (I have way too many side blogs at this point) *cough* anybodywritingao3 *cough* Rose if you see this no you didn’t

So… On a completely unrelated note, what would your evil shadow self be? What would their pfp and username be? :D

also can I ask why everyone’s putting their pfp underwater and how do I join the trend I have no idea how to do that qwq

This ask is getting pretty long, uh, I hope you don’t mind….

I’d like to talk to you more, but I don’t want to bother you :]

(and in an earlier ask you said that I can just message hi in the family discord but that’s basically not possible for me cause I have something called being social anxious around people I find amazing and cool :P)

Okay okay I’ll stop the ask now-

Have a nice day/night if you’d like too!

Cookies? 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

-✨anon✨

HIIIIIIIIII ✨ANON✨

All good all good! I was pretty flat out as it was yesterday and on the weekend. Pretty much played power wash simulator irl cleaning lol.

And I'm good! I hope you slept well (because you should def be asleep right now as of posting this) I'm a bit tired just cause of all the work I did but otherwise feeling good. ❤️

S N I P P E T

*eats snippet and gets the happy chemicals* oOooOo am so EXCITED FOR THIS FIC!!! BORROWER FIC! BORROWER FIC! LETS GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! Bu tbut but but as I know everyone is telling you, make sure to not over work yourself and take breaks. You don't have to force yourself to finish any of these fics on time if it means you get some extra sleep or finish the homework you have to do. Sleep being the most important of all things. Not saying you can't do things, just keep a healthy balance <3

and awwwwwww. My MMTS fic has inspired you're own 100 follower special? 🥹🥹🥹🥹 I don't mind at all!!! If anything it makes me extra excited cause it gives me a very vague idea of what the special fic could be centering on (putting bets on a monster meets found family times lol)

@nobodywritingao3 can you please drown @munchkin1156 next? They wanna be part of drowned squad :3

And this ask isn't long at all! You're more than welcome to come chat anytime and as long as you like. You're not bothering me at all <3 Also I get the discord feeling a bit daunting, but I promise everyone is really nice and we're all just a bunch of weird anxious beans that vibe lol.

You're more than welcome to just chat in private dms tho too. Whether it's on discord or tumblr dms, if you'd like to just chat rather than through asks, you're more than welcome to message me. I respond as quick as I can but life and lifing sometimes and can make response time slow lol.

Thank you for the kind wishes, I'm having a lovely morning so far and I hope you have a lovely day too.

Thanks for the cookies! Lollipops? :3 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭