far-from-ohkay-blog

[crow-withaphone]

Snek.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Imagine another soldiers GF is visiting him and Konig sees her and is like "My GF now" what is he gonna do? Challenge the 7 ft. Tall killing machine?

Visiting Paul wasn't the sanest thing you did - and not the proudest of your moments, too. Your relationships started to crack a while ago, not helped by the rumors his squad buddies are spreading whenever you're in the earshot or Facetiming him. You just wanted to give him a visit, maybe woo him over with some homemade goods, and maybe be a normal boyfriend and girlfriend again. Maybe. You didn't expect his colonel to give you such a scolding. "You know that poisoning the troops is a war crime, ja?" You're terrified. His colonel is fucking huge, has a creepy name - seriously, what did he do to be named King instead of Potato or a Shrimp - and has that weird boyishly rough voice that lools you into the sense of security, only for it to be broken the second he laughs, tearing into the dumb box filled with dumb cookies you made for Paul and some of his squadmates. You had friends at his station, you thought you could just get in without the bureaucracy bullshit - only closest family members are allowed here, and you are quite certain that your boyfriend won't wife you up anytime soon. "It's not poison, s...sir" "I look like a sir to you, Maus? Call me colonel" You want to answer that he looks like a fucking nightmare crawling out of your bad dreams, but you bite your tongue. Don't even resist as Konig gets his huge gloved hands into the box, slowly taking one of the cookies. You whimper as he snaps the thing in half - hours of hard work, you can already see them being trashed away all because Paul didn't respond to your calls and didn't pick them up immediately and because he didn't mention his colonel is going to be on the base and- Konig gets one of your cookies under his hood, the sounds of munching like music to your ears - an angel's horn, maybe, the ones that play during the apocalypse. You wait patiently to be prosecuted for your crimes - the ones you aren't quite sure you even committed, to be honest. "You'll do. Horangi will show you to my quarters." You think you're hearing things. Maybe, you somehow managed to hit your head on the way to the colonel's office, and now you're hallucinating the entire encounter? The colonel stands up - he is huge, god, too fucking tall to even be alive, you think - and drops a heavy hand on your shoulder, patting you almost awkwardly. You hate the way he looks at you right now - almost soft, almost gentle, his hand squeezes your skin in a way that is way more loving than your boyfriend ever did before, and you feel pathetic for leaning into the touch, if only for a second. You didn't know that Konig got his eye on you even before you went to the base. He knows a lot about his soldiers, and your sorry fuck of a boyfriend clearly didn't deserve a sweet little thing like you - for fucks's sake, you literally just brought homemade cookies to the military base; how much more of an angel you can be. He also knew that you're not quite satisfied with the relationships if he can judge by how much bitching Paul is letting out during his free time. Konig also knows that if he gets you to marry him as soon as possible, sooner he could put you in his house and make you bake him cookies every day of his retirement - that doesn't seem like such a bad opportunity now, not if he would have a pretty housewife attached to his hip. And if you don't really want to be with him, well... Nothing that a few weeks of extensive home training couldn't fix.

[a-fangirltrash]

"Ford treated Fiddleford so bad!!" As if him treating Fidds like shit wasn't directly a product of being constantly gaslighted and abused by Bill.

I'm genuinely getting tired of people flaming Ford, but in a serious tone. Like people are acting like he's a toxic selfish man that used to put Fidd down... and... no he never did???

Ford ADMIRED Fiddleford, he TRUSTED his friend for what he described as "the project of his life" and Ford, being the most prideful man in the world, decided to ask for help because he knew how CAPABLE Fiddleford was.

When Fiddleford arrived Ford let him know how thankful he was that he was there with him, the man even took a bath and made sure to make him feel like he was at home. Ford even remembered his favorite bean brand?

When Fidd got traumatized by the gremoblin, Ford TRIED to help with what he knew. He tried to help him meditate, took days off for him, decided that they could go out and have some good time. Be mindful that this might've been the total OPPOSITE of what Bill wanted, and he still did for his friend sanity. Bill would make Ford work like CRAZY.

Also, for him it wasn't "putting him in danger!!" For him it was sharing adventures with his friend! Just like hi did with *cofcofSTANLEYcofcof*. That's love language all around.

Fiddleford could abandon the project anytime, but he didn't because he liked being there. And Ford is NOT the guilty one for Fidds creatinf the gun :/ it's nor his fault that fidd interpreted "using his creativity" in that way. Ford NEVER approved that gun.

Also, Ford noticed that RUBIK THING, HE APPREACITE HIM SO MUCH HE KNEW HIS HABITS. AND GOT CONCERNED RIGHT AHEAD.

"B-but he free Frilliam!" The portal was close, did you all READ how much gaslighted Ford was at that point? He didn't free it because "ugh i don't care about this shitty axolotl" but because Bill started to freak out and yell at him to get rid of it. Ford wrote "A friend" with a heart in the title??? Wdym he didn't appreciate it aaaagh

If Stanley took the diaries (i don't like this universe because...stanley:() he WOULD have looked for Fiddleford, they'd have made the Institute of Oddology, he'd have shared his success... with the man that helped him the most.

TBOB SPOILERS AHEAD

He got sad when Fiddleford told him he was gonna get back home to spent time with his family, he PLANNED holidays with him. Even if he DIDN'T like holidays.

He took a day off just to make him happy after his atrocious christmas party, he USED RESOURCES that as you know ford is the most practical mam in the world JUST to decorate the portal as a tree and make Fiddleford happy.

And that atuff of "h-he doesn't appreaciated Fiddleford gifts!" IS SO DUMB OMG, he wore the gloves in the snow and was incredibly thankful about them. When BILL that dumbass triangle pretty much LACERATED his hands, he used Fiddleford gloves as a way to hide those scars, and in a sense, probably to comfort himself because he was ALONE.

I think that was the reason of Fiddleford fast forgiveness, not only because he's a sweet heart, but because after fighting with Bill i think he noticed how BIG was the monster torturing his "partner".

And after all of this i'm not trying to excuse Ford treating him poorly and not listening to him in time

BUT FORD IS NOT A PERFECT VICTIM

Even if i believe he wasn't "the" (at least only) reason of Fiddleford becoming crazy, i know it could have been better for him and he could have avoided so much trauma. But can we please stop seeing Ford as a selfish, evil mad scientist and start seing him as a victim... of a terribly abusive relationship that checks in for all types of domestic abuse... please!!! Ford is not a perfect VICTIM Can we blame Bill!!!

All this rant is because there's certain ship... which i kinda like, but i just HATE HATE HATE the interpretation and how much they put Ford as a villian on it omg

Edit: fixed the use of word narcissism, since it might've been ableist! Replaced with words that actually relate to what i intended to say, instead of referencing a personality disorder

[hypewinter]

Jason had been sitting in his living room, maintenancing his weapons when a circle appeared before him. It was big and swirling. It's hue very much akin to the sickening green of the Lazarus pits. He quickly realized the circle was in fact a portal as a teen stepped out of it. The teen wore surgical gloves and a mask over what appeared to be a hazmat suit. His hair was silver and seemed unaffected by gravity. Worse of all though, were his eyes that were that same damn color that Jason had long since grown to hate.

Jason grabbed two guns that were not currently taken apart and aimed them at the boy, taking a menacing step forward as he did so. "Who are you?" he growled. "What do you want?"

To his surprise, the boy didn't threaten him or gloat about some massive plan already under way. He didn't even offer some sort of vague, cryptic advice. Instead, the teen actually took a step back, covering his nose with one arm while putting the other up in surrender.

"Don't come any close!" he yelped. "The stench is already bad enough from here."

Jason blinked. What? "Excuse me?" was all he could utter.

The boy turned away slightly and dry heaved. "Ugh, so nasty."

Jason was having trouble figuring out what was going on. Even with his detective training. "Did you- did you just call me nasty?" he finally managed to splutter out.

The boy turned back to him, his eyes crinkling in utter disgust. "Uh, yeah. What else would you call a flea infested rat?"

"Flea infested-" Jason squawked.

"Listen could you just come with me so that we can get all of that taken care of asap," the boy said, gesturing towards Jason.

Regaining his composure a little, Jason tightened his grip on his weapons. "Hell no! I'm not going anywhere with you until you start explaining."

Despite having two guns pointed at his head, the teen only let out a deep sigh.

"Fine, have it your way." He replied, stepping towards Jason. The vigilante heard the kid mumbling, "You can do this. Think of it as handling a stinky baby. A very disease infested stinky baby," as he got closer and closer.

Jason fired off a warning shot next to the kid but the boy didn't even flinch. Fine, Jason thought. We can do this the hard way. He aimed at the boy's knee cap and fired. Only for the bullet to pass right through him. The boy neared him before picking him up like an unruly kitten. Jason went limp as he officially stopped processing what was happening. How the hell had this kid managed to lift him so effortlessly?

He didn't put up a fight as the boy turned around and led them both back through the portal, his arms outstretched as far away from his torso as possible. Jason's mind had just barely started to process information again when this weird furry, horned creature appeared in front of him.

"Ah Great One! You've returned," it said.

"Yeah yeah just hurry up and take this from me before I throw up!" the teen replied, setting Jason down and distancing himself.

The creature fixed the boy with a stern look. "That is not how we treat patients, Great One. Need I remind you? It was you who wanted to be my apprentice and all that entails. That includes treating our patients with the utmost professionalism. Regardless of your personal feelings."

The teen actually had the nerve to look sheepish, maybe even a little guilty. As if he hadn't just spent the last 5 minutes mercilessly insulting Jason.

The two continued talking for a time and Jason was more than happy to let them. It gave him time to process what the hell he was looking at and with any luck, they would let slip some crucial information. Instead however, they ended up discussing more about whatever this apprenticeship was before the weird looking creature turned back towards Jason.

"Apologies for the rudeness my apprentice has shown you," he said.

Jason muttered out an 'uh huh' in response.

The creature clapped his hands. "Now then, shall we get you examined?"

Examined? Jason staring blankly at the creature. Then he stared at the teen, hoping to gleam any info from their facial expressions. Nothing. And of course he did have his comms or his sos signal on him. Great, just great. What an absolutely craptastic situation he found himself in. He'd be sure to come back and haunt Bruce this time. Maybe even Dick. He swore that much.

[amsgrey]

Clouds

resquested by @rainechase45

warnings: descriptions of a car accident/crash, reader sustaining mild injuries in said crash, mention of blood and broken bones (not in-depth), description of hypothermia + hypothermia-related symptoms, reader really just going thru it in every way, metaphors for death, very bad metaphor writing

Authors Note: I got about 2000 words into this before i remembered that americans have different cars to kiwis. Hopefully, any mistakes are fixed but if they're not, it's because kiwis drive on the left side of the road not the right. 

When you first got your driver's permit, Will and Jay wouldn't let you drive without them. Even though you had completed the course and passed the driving test, they still didn't want you driving alone. Which wasn't an issue really, when you didn't have your own car anyway.

Now you have had your license for almost ten months. Will let you borrow his car from time to time. Today was one of those days. A friend from school lived outside of the city and Will had let you borrow his car to go see them. The drive was only about 45 minutes, not too long with your music blasting. Will and Jay were both working late, so you stayed for dinner with your friend and then started the drive home. It was 7 pm at least by the time you hit the road. The temperature was already 8 °F and only grew colder.

You always hated driving at night and in the rain, but both at the same time was a nightmare. It wasn't just rain now, sleet came down so hard and fast your wipers hardly had time to keep up. Driving in these conditions was dangerous, even for experienced drivers. So you slowed down, turned down the music and tried to limit the distractions. If you crashed Will's car he would never let you drive ever again.

Even with the wipers at full speed and your high beam lights on, the sleet made it near impossible to see. There was no one else on the road, at least, not in front of you. There was an SUV behind you in the left lane, you caught glimpses of its shape through the sleet every now and again. They were going much faster than you were, steadily becoming a larger shadow in your mirror. Eventually, you could see their lights fully in your mirrors. You let out a grumble as you realized they too had their high beams on. Flipping the tab on your rearview mirror didn't change the fact the wing mirrors were blinding you too.

"What on earth," You groaned, the only other car on the road, the only one you had seen in the last 20 minutes was burning holes in your eyes.

Everything changed so quickly. The SUV was speeding up, gaining speed even against all the wind and sleet. Then the car was hydroplaning on the ice and sleet on the road, it swung out of control, swerving from their lane and into your own. You couldn't look away from the mirror, watching in horror as the car kept spinning out of control. It slammed into the side of your car, hitting hard against your door as it pushed you off the road. Both of your cars slid down a bank, only coming to a stop when there was nowhere else to go.

You could feel the seat belt cutting into your chest, you wanted to claw it away but it wouldn't budge. The glass from the now smashed window was cutting through your skin, on your face, your arm, even a few pieces had cut their way through your jeans.

The cold was what kept you conscious. It flooded into your car, breaking the bubble of warmth and ripping away any sense of comfort you had seconds earlier. You weren't sure if it was tears or blood running down your face, but either way, you tried to clear your mind. There was a first aid kit in the glove box, one Will had made, if you could reach it you could help yourself. 

You forced yourself to go through the checklist Will ingrained in you. Starting with your head, you made note of the concussion you likely had, then your neck, whiplash for sure. Your chest next, which was in pain from the seatbelt, but nothing else you could tell for now. Your left arm was broken, but that was a problem for another time. Your legs were squished, but you should move your feet and toes without any pain. That was as good as it was going to get, you had to get out of here. The longer you stay in here, with the sleet soaking through your clothes, the longer you put yourself at risk. 

With a bit of wiggling and stubbornness, you managed to unclip the seatbelt. It didn’t move much, but with it not so tight you could now push it away from you and start the process of wiggling out of your seat. You climbed over the center console, taking your time to avoid smashed glass or hurting yourself further. Once in the passenger seat, you pulled open the glove box, dragging out the kit and rummaging through it. You ripped open one of the gauze packets, pressing it to the left side of your forehead, the sting causing you to hiss. You continued anyway, forcing yourself to open the plastic package with a sling in it. You forced the knot over your neck. Sucking in a deep breath you forced yourself to move your arm into the sling, clenching your jaw in until the pain subsided. After ten minutes of breathing through the pain, you decided enough was enough. You had to move, even if you didn’t want to, you had too. 

Throwing open the door, you forced yourself out into the weather. The first aid kit stayed tucked under your arm so that you could help the other car. Walking up the incline was harder than getting out of the car, the pain from your arm and the other scrapes and bruises weighed you down. One step at a time. One foot after another. Eventually you made it to the driver's door. The windscreen was smashed, webbed cracks making it impossible to see through. You reached for the handle on the driver side, using it to steady yourself the last few steps then yanking it open. Inside, the driver was hunched over his steering wheel. 

“Hey,” You tried to shake his shoulder, but he didn’t respond, “Please, no.” 

You took a deep breath, then placed two fingers to the man's coritod, trying to calm the sound of your own heartbeat to feel the man. 

10 seconds passed. 

20.

30. 

Nothing. No Pulse. No Signs of Life. 

You pulled your hand away slowly, as if not to disturb him. 

“I’m so sorry,” You pulled away, stumbling a few steps back. 

By now, you could guess it had been almost half an hour. Half an hour in the sleet and rain, with no coat, no dry clothes. No one would be able to see you from the road, there was no barrier or break in a fence. No one could see you.  You were at risk, you knew any longer out here would kill you. You had to call for help. Forcing yourself to walk back down the slope to your car was hell. Your entire body shook, every time you took a step, your legs shook and you had to take extra time to steady yourself. When you finally got back to where you started, the passenger side door, you used your right arm to pull yourself back into the car. You had left your phone in the holder on the 

 There were no lights on in your car, nor the other one, so you had to search with light from the moon and strained eyes. You patted down the floor of the passenger side, nothing. Leaning over the console you tried the driver side. Avoiding the mangled parts was hard, no wonder your leg was scratched up and sore. Eventually your fingers found an irregularity, your phone face down on the ground. You yanked it up, pulling it to your face and trying to turn it on. With the screen facing you, you could see the damage. It was like it had been through a blender, the only intact part of the phone being your case. It was useless. A glorified paperweight. 

“Fuck!” 

40 minutes in these wet clothes. You had never been so cold in your life. It was as if there was no heat left in the world, the comfort of warmth was a fleeting memory. The aggressive shivering was making it hard to do anything, but you were more worried about what would happen when you stopped shivering. Growing up in Chicago, with a doctor brother, meant you heard all about how hypothermia could sneak up on a person. Most people didn't see it coming, didn’t know the signs. You were painfully aware of them. 

The racing heart. Tachycardia. 

The cold white fingers. Your body pulling blood from your extremities to protect your core.

Next it would be the brain fog, shock, the feeling of being overheated. There was no telling when it could strike. 

The other driver's phone. 

A lightbulb went off, literally. 

If you wanted to survive, you had to get back to the other driver. You had to fight. 

Finding the driver's phone felt like grave robbing. You could see it sitting in his cup holder. Some kind of miracle it hadn’t bounced out. You had to lean over the man to get the phone, trying not to move him or touch the blood that was staining his clothes. With the phone in hand, you gripped it with two hands to press the power button and activate the emergency call. You pressed the phone to your ear, it rang twice. 

“911, what is your emergency?” 

“I was in an accident,” You answered, “I need an ambulance.” 

“Can you tell me where you are?”

“I- I don’t know. I’m not shivering anymore. I’m not shivering.” 

Your arm dropped, phone tumbling into the snow on the ground. 

“It’s not cold anymore.” 

“Dispatch, we’re going to need a Medevac.” 

“Hey kid,” The paramedic was trying to keep you alert, “Not far from a hospital, okay?”

“It’s too hot,” You slurred, strapped to the gurney in preparation of the Medevac, covered in foil safety blankets. 

“I know, love,” The woman was so nice, her voice was so soothing. “Just hold on a little longer, yeah?” 

You could hear the sound of the helicopter approaching, a steady rhythm. It grew louder and louder. it  felt as if it was taking the rhythm from your heart, as the helicopter got louder you could feel your heart getting quieter. 

The deafening sound and the wind that came from the chopper made you feel like you were hallucinating. The whole time as you waited for help, half conscious in the snow. It was nothing much at first, shooting stars, the moon glowing brighter and brighter. Then it was Will’s voice, Jay’s humming. All the things that reminded you of warmth, of that all encompassing feeling. 

Holding onto your own consciousness was like trying to hold onto a cloud. You could just see it, sense it, but physically touching it, holding it… it was nearly impossible. 

A moment of clarity had you reeling it in, forcing your eyes open. 

Inside the chopper was just as loud. But more hectic. A symphony of chattering radios, yelling voices and beeping machines. 

“My brother,” You croaked. 

“Don’t speak, kid,” The Medevac paramedic was a different man, older than the paramedic from before. He looked like a dad. 

“My brother, Doctor Halstead… Chicago Med.” 

The man's face was out of focus, but you could see the realization on it. He knew what you were asking. 

He turned to the other body in the back of the shopper, the one that was just a blur of blue shapes, “Get him on the radio now.” 

He looked back at you, “What’s your name kid?” 

You whispered it back to him, voice raw and mouth dry. You felt like you were drenched in sweat. Everything was burning. The clouds in your mind were getting further and further away, but you forced yourself to hold tight to consciousness. You needed to talk to Will. You had to talk to him. 

“My name's Tom,” The paramedic was placing headphones over your ears, adjusting the mic so that your voice might reach it, “I’ve got you, alright, kid? Just take it easy.” 

The other person was speaking, explaining something. You could hear the bass of his voice through the headphones, like he was speaking inside your head. But he might as well have been speaking another language, because nothing he said made any sense. Your eyes were so tired, burning from the lights inside the chopper, even though you knew they were as low as they could go. Light flares made it impossible to focus, everything blending and swirling in a sickening live painting. Nothing was peaking through those clouds now. They were dark, cold, and sinister. The ones that roll through right before a thunderstorm, before everything went haywire. 

But then there was sun, a beam of warmth that basked you in calmness. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” Will. The warmth that kept you safe. 

If you had been in your right state of mind, you would be able to hear the strain in his voice, the pure anguish. But you didn’t. All your brain could comprehend was that he was there. 

“I love you,” You whispered, not sure if it would be heard. 

Tom repeated your words, mumbling something about numbers or stats dropping. 

“I love you too.” Will replied, “I love you so much. I will always-” 

Will cleared his throat, it registered somewhere in the very back of your mind now. He was crying. 

“I will love you, forever. No matter what happens, sweetheart.” 

Will didn’t call you sweetheart anymore. It was always squirt. Sweetheart was what he called you as a child, the nickname that fizzled out when you turned 10 and having a hovering older brother was embarrassing. Again, that feeling of warmth returned. The feeling of lying in the sun after a swim, letting it dry you and warm you slowly. It was calm, gentle, nurturing. The warmth that made plants grow and flowers bloom. That you had spent your whole life with. Will was the sun in your family. Warm, nurturing and oh so loving. Always there, reliable and steady. If Will was the sun, then Jay was the moon. That Light that guided you through the dark. The one that brought coolness, serenity and wiseness. Jay was the one that kept you calm. Taught you to stand on your own two feet, to fight. The moon was always there, every single night. Sometimes it hid, keeping its light hidden, but it was always watching. 

Your brothers, your lifelines. 

The steady thrum of the helicopter was growing silent. Replaced with a ringing that pulled you into a clear empty and dark sky.

There were no more clouds. There was nothing. 

Will was on the roof as soon as he got word the chopper was getting close. The fear and anxiety that ran through his blood was making it hard for him to focus. He was standing by with strict orders not to intervene. When Goodwin had heard what was happening, she had made sure WIll knew that he could not be involved in treatment at all. No matter what, he could only watch. 

“I got this, Will,” Marcel assured Will. Marcel was a brother, he knew what it was like to worry over his sister. 

“I know,” Will responded, the words meant nothing. Nothing anyone could say would stop the thumping of his heart, the fear in his veins. 

As the chopper landed, Will watched Marcel and the trauma nurses run in, a practiced team. The hand-off was smooth as it could be, then everyone was running back inside, headed to the ED. Elevator rides with patients were always slow and nerve racking, now was no different. The Helipad was only a few floors above the ED, the distance was hardly far enough to feel as long as it was. 

“Baghdad's free” Maggie called as they barrelled into the ED. Marcel started barking orders, calling stats, medications. Will had done the routine before, thousands of times. Now, watching from outside the room,everything felt foreign and new. 

Marcel and Trinny cut off your damp clothes, replacing them with warm blankets and heat packs. 

“Temp check?” 

“61.2. Heart rates dropping. 62, 56, 43…” 

Maggie grabbed Will's arm, pulling him back as the monitors flatlined. 

“Get me an amp of epi!” 

"Epi’s in.” 

“Hold compressions…” 

“No pulse.” 

“Resume compressions.”

Will looked at his watch, the minutes were ticking by. 

“Alright,” Crockett switched with Asher on compressions, taking a step back, “Temps up to 63…” 

“It’s been ten minutes,” Asher said through compressions, “Should we try ECMO?” 

Marcel turned to Will, not for permission, but to see if he was following. THe face that Marcel saw was full of hopelessness. This wasn’t Will Halstead the ED Doc, it was Will Halstead the big brother. 

“Maggie?” 

“On it, Marcel,” Maggie stepped away from Will barking her own orders at nurses. 

How is this happening? 

Nothing else could take up space in WIll’s mind. Why was this happening? 

This morning when you had left, you showed Will the weather forecast, telling him it would be cold and rainy, that you would take your time and go slow. He knew you would too. You hated driving in the rain, so you were always alert. 

This morning, you had dropped him at work and yelled out the window, “Don’t kill anyone!” Before cackling and driving away.

You were so full of life when he last saw you. 

Now all he saw was a limp body that shared your face. 

“Will?” Jay's voice from across the ED. 

Will wasn’t just your big brother. He was Jay's too. At that moment, he knew Jay needed him. 

Will stepped away from the treatment room, intercepting Jay before he could get too close. 

“Listen to me,” Will pulled him aside, grabbing his shoulders, “You don’t want to see her right now. Marcel and Asher are working on her, they have it handled.” Lies. They were lies, or half-truths, either way, Will didn’t believe them. 

“How did this happen?” 

The Halstead brothers didn’t cry much, but now the both of them were tearing up. The fear of losing the light of their lives was weighing them both down. 

“That’s not important right now,” Will forced himself to say, “Right now, all that matters is she is getting treatment.” 

Jay nodded, he pulled out of Will’s grasp and turned to Hailey. She had watched the whole exchange, but Will hadn’t seen her until now. She looked like she might cry too. The same thoughts circling in the Halstead brothers minds were circling in her own. 

“She’s strong,” Hailey croaked out, “She’ll be okay. When she wakes up, she’ll have us, and she’ll be okay.” 

Will smiled at his sister-in-law. She really meant it, her belief giving Will something tangible to hold onto. If Hailey saw the way out, he would too. 

“I got a pulse!” 

The beeping of machines never sounded so sweet. A steady even beat. 

Will hadn’t prayed in so long, but he let slip, “Thank you, God.” A silent prayer followed. 

Where there was once nothing, now there was a wide blue sky, littered with meager clouds. They weren’t the ones that looked like faces or shapes, they were so small that they almost blended into the sky. But they were there. You could see them, feel them. God help you, you were going to reach them. 

The sun was out today too, a warm glow that set the perfect temperature. A spring morning with the first blooming flowers. The moon was there too, a watery reflection against the blue. It felt so serene here. The sun was calling to you, warming you in its embrace. You chose then, this would not be your goodbye to the sun and moon. 

Opening your eyes was the hardest challenge of the day. It was harder than walking up that slope, or staying conscious in the helicopter. Your body screamed for sleep, but you were too stubborn. You had to see the sun. 

“Will, Jay, get in here.” 

A warm hand on the side of your face, another one cradling your hand so gently. 

“We’re here, sweetheart.” 

“We’re not going anywhere.” 

This time they were real. When your eyes focused, there were your brothers. Your warmth on a cold day, the light on a dark night. When your eyes fluttered shut again, you knew they would watch over you, keep you tethered. You weren’t fearful of what would happen this time, they were looking out for you.

[bl4nchetts-lvr]

nsfw dom lou miller? THANK UUU I LOVE UR WORKS SM

JEALOUSY

Racer!Lou Miller x Fem!Younger!reader.

genre: smut

warnings: smut,praise(?)

word count: TBA

not proofread

Street races are quite popular for the night streets of NYC, one of the most popular racers there is Lou Miller. unlike the other racers, she doesn't really care if she wins or no,she is there for the fun of it, the thrill of driving at the fast pace,wind blowing at her,hearing screams of fangirls ..

...

it's was around midnight when the race was about to start. the woman was sitting on her bike and putting on her helmet when she saw one and only girl she actually felt attracted to,You.

many people have said that lou is a playgirl,a womanizer, they may be right,but in the depth of her heart she never really cared for any of those girls.

she falls in love very rarely, but if she does — she hides it. she doesn't want to show her vulnerable side to anyone,doesn't want her image of a cold and hard-to-get woman to get ruined.

she saw the way other racer looked at you, the way his gaze was on your chest,waist and legs. how dare he look at you this way,only she could do that .. she knew damn well you were trying to make her jealous (which was working) by the way you smirked a little when you realized she was watching you two ..

the racer's blue eyes were darted towards you two,her jaw clenching and hands gripping the helmet. (un)fortunately,she was wearing gloves, so her veiny hands with knuckles turned white from squeezing her fists so much weren't showing.

when the race started,she was determined to win this time, to show you that she deserves you,and not that fish faced prick.

her determination was bigger than the great wall of china,she put her all in and easily won the race.

everyone was cheering,fangirls all around,her friends happy for her win,but she didn't care about any of them,all she cared about was you .. did you like the race? were you happy for her win? her pale blue eyes darted all around,hoping to stop her gaze at you ..

and she did. there you were,still with that racer .. giggling from a stupid joke he told.

her blood was boiling,the jealousy and possesiveness rising within her.

she walked closer to you,excusing and taking you away. finally you two will be alone,finally she'll get to have you all for yourself.

she held your wrist,then pinning you against the wall, as she finally could see your pretty face up close.

"don't you know how much it bothers me when i see you with that bastard?" she asked,her voice quiet and raspy from her anger.

you didn't say anything,just feeling flustered that the older woman who you were attracted to had you wrapped around her finger so easily.

"come on,baby,talk to me." she said.

"haven't i told you multiple times i hate when you talk to other people? especially someone as annoying as him? or do you want me to remind you..?" she leaned in closer,her hands in leather gloves fixing your hair.

she saw the way you blushed,she heard the thumping of your heart. she loved it.

she leaned in even closer,kissing your neck and whispering some lewd stuff in your ear. she knew how riled up you were, the way you were scared someone would walk in on you two.

her kisses trailed down to your chest,she put her hands on your shirt,looking up at you to ask for permission. when she saw you nod slightly,she smirked more and unbuttoned your shirt. oh,how she loved the sight of your body,it was so beautiful to her.

she bent down,kissing your chest faintly, just to tease you more..

"i should punish you for trying to make me jealous,no?" she bit your chest "isn't this what you wanted,honey?"

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in less than 5 minutes you were already half naked,your short down to your ankles,your shirt unbuttoned and bra messily taken off by Lou.

her jacket and gloves were off,her freezing and veiny hands all over you.

she looked into your eyes when she pushed her fingers inside of your panties,feeling the wetness. she loved it.

"so wet .." she whispered in her raspy,smoker voice.

she gently rubbed circles at the spot she knew drove you crazy. the way you shivered,the way your cheeks turned a darker red hue turned her on.

"come on,darling,let me hear you .." she said,smirking more as she rubbed your sweet spot more,feeling you tremble underneath her wrath.

she finally pushed her fingers in when she heard you quietly beg her to. she wanted to tease you,but she wanted to hear you moan her name out loud for everyone to hear more.

she saw the way your eyes rolled back when she pushed her long,slender fingers in,curling them to hit -the- spot.

she leaned in, kissing your lower lip.

"you like this,huh?" she chuckled,the sound of it making you more weak and wet,making you gulp.

when you finally felt the climax approach,you gasped softly,grabbing lou's shoulder.

"let it all out like a good girl,no? let me hear you,baby." she whispered mockingly.

you trembled and held onto her shoulder tighter,letting out a slight shreak and then a loud,long moan.

"yes,just like that." she whispered,kissing your lobe and moving her fingers deeper,making you tremble more.

"will you make me jealous again,darling?" she asked in a firm tone.

she smirked when she saw you shook your head.

"that's my good girl."

she whispered and gave you a one last kiss on your lips,before pulling out her now sticky fingers.

Zzz ---------------------------------------------- zzZ

i do NOT like this work .. but thank you for submitting an ask <3

[deyisacherry]

What's real. — Solar and New Moon/Nexus [TSAMS]

Solar could distinguish what was real and possible for a long time. He could understand if it was best to let go, if it was best to do what was necessary to live.

What he didn't understand was what he felt with Moon.

Here, next to him.

They're not working, they're finally hanging out, they have music that Moon picked in the background as they stand by the security desk to talk.

Soft laughter, bad jokes, interests and anecdotes being shared.

... Since when did this become real?

His reality, his normality.

Even in silence and enjoying the melody, he feels calm. He feels good.

He watches Moon move his head from side to side, up and down. He lets out a soft laugh and just looks at him leaning on the desk. Stupid.

In a good way.

He's- he's not very good with tastes. He doesn't know what he likes. He doesn't really have favorite things. All he knows is his job.

Sure, the music sounds nice, he knows that even Moon doesn't have many favorite interests, he likes anything he finds acceptable at first. But he still always felt a little out of place.

That's when he sees Moon approach and take his arm.

"Dance." He says firmly with a smile.

"... Excuse me?" Solar answers stunned.

Dance? Oh no, no no no, he has never danced-

Without looking when, he had already started dancing with Moon, both of them moving to the rhythm of the song. The moon-themed animatronic sang the lyrics as he moved, smiling and calm. Solar just watches the other's face as he continues to dance, he doesn't even know what he's doing, how well he's doing it, but at the moment it doesn't seem to matter.

He starts to laugh softly. They spin. Solar feels so alive and-

A small movement and Moon has fallen into his arms. Solar freezes, staring at his face, Moon looks back at him and still smiles.

... He feels his systems going crazy.

He was about to say something, but...

A blink and the scene had changed.

This is not real.

They are not in daycare. They are in a dark, cold, desolate place. In his arms, the one who was his friend has changed his form, his essence.

And by god he feels his non-existent stomach turn when he... Nexus, looks haggard. Darkened eyes, bright purple lines all over his face and hands, his smile is down and shows... hate, pain, fear?

He feels his own hand resting on the opponent's chest, the other still holding him. Nexus opens his eyes slightly and fixes them on Solar's hand.

He also lowers his gaze.

He feels the systems of his plasma cannon activate. An unpleasant sound that he already knows reaches his audio receptors, when the small port that sealed the cannon in the palm of his hand opens. A beep resonates and he sees the light shine on the other's chest.

His eyes slowly shift to Nexus' face.

Tears form in his own eyes as he notices that even then he is unable to look at him with regret. It is just a cold, cruel, emotionless gaze.

“Just do it. It wouldn’t be a surprise… if I were the one to die in your arms now.” He says softly and venomously.

Solar shakes his head. No. No, he really doesn't want to- not him, he could never-

. . .

The cannon charges.

Flashes of his other Moon and his Monty pass before his eyes.

And when the final sound is about to come-

“NO!” He lets out a heart-rending, desperate scream as he sits up in bed, his hands holding the sheets tightly threatening to tear them.

Eyes wide open, synthetic breathing accelerated, fans at full intensity. If he could sweat he's sure it would be cold.

He's shaking.

... It was a dream.

His eyes travel to his hand, covered by the glove he rarely takes off.

And he falls silent.

He doesn't hear anything. He doesn't hear Sun or Moon coming. Maybe it's better this way. They don't need to know how badly this is affecting him.

It's not real.

It wasn't real.

But he also has no idea if his- friend... was ever real.

[sulumuns-dootah]

23. 10. Punishment - Stolas + Bathin

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽Helltober '24☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

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“I-I hate you b-both!” the smaller demon tries to scream at you and Bathin, but his voice only comes out as a loud whimper. His poor body is bound by your contract to make him kneel with his legs spread, his impressive length standing proud and occasionally twitching due to the agonizingly low stimulation from a vibrating cock-ring.

He wants more. Needs more. Sadly, there you and Bathin are, standing over him like disappointed parents. Your arms are crossed over your torso and the travelling demon doesn't show any sort of compassion for his best friend.

“This time you really blew it, mister.” you're not really as mad as he might think, but what you lack in anger your feelings can make up in annoyance.

Stolas has a short fuse, which isn't a surprise to anyone who's been around him for longer than few minutes. Still, in your opinion, there's a difference between cussing some rowdy demons and turning them into colanders as well as damaging the surroundings. It always derails your plans and not to mention the cost of paying for the damages.

“W-what the fuck do y-you mean mister?! I-I'm j-just as old as Bathie!” he tries to sound intimidating, but the cracks in his voice make him sound pathetic.

“'Now, what did I tell you about using that nickname”Bathin clicks his tongue and shakes his head in a dismissive manner. The more Stolas speaks, the worse his punishment is going to be.

“Your behavior today was unacceptable. And so we're going to fix it with this punishment. After that, there will be no repeat of this, you understand?” for some reason it feels good to scold someone and it's easier than you've expected it to be.

“W-what are you o-on abou-nnngh!” the small demon is about to start cussing you out, but at that exact moment, the moon demon presses a button on a remote controller to turn up the vibration around the base of his best friend's cock. If he could, Stolas would start squirming, but your command keeps him frozen in place, forced to only receive what he's getting.

“Aw, how adorable he looks. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's like a good little devil.” you turn to the demon beside you while biting your lips, knowing what comes next.

Stolas might've thought that his whole punishment is the lack of stimulation, but no. As it's about to become apparent to him, his punishment is having to watch his best friend fuck that one friend they both have been fantasising about, sometimes together.

Bathin pulls you closer to him by your waist and his lips envelop yours. His kiss tastes like cotton candy and once the adventurous demon pulls away to start removing your clothes, you're already craving more.

The restrained demon's eyes widen as he takes in the scenario before him. All those small moans you let out as the other demon's hand caresses and explores your body. The sight of your bare flesh, once it's fully revealed to both demons. And most of all, the sight of your more than excited lower region, which will fuel so many more wet dreams and fantasies about you.

If this is the type of punishment he gets for making demons into minced meat, then he supposes he needs to start getting into more trouble.

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Shhh... The prompt for tomorrow is Glove kink ^^

[the-fiction-witch]

Just To Spite You

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Flirty AF

Requested: Hi, I would like to request something It's for the jack Dawkins book The reader's father is throwing a party and invites a lot of people including jack , the reader's enemy. They hate each other, the thing is there is such a thick tension between them they can't deny it but it has to be a secret 

I stood at the top of the staircase doing my best to hold my breath and keep out of view. I looked down at myself in my little heeled shoes too tight for my feet, my tight stockings, my endless crinoline, bird cage of wicker, petticoats, my corset on tight enough to strangle me, and my huge uncomfortable gold glittering ballgown around me, the top off my shoulders but tight to my skin so much it would truly mark me, my long sheer glittering butterfly sleeves almost to the floor, A band of teal blue ribbon around my waist, my hem and as a choker around my neck. I had skin-tight white gloves to my elbows already glimmering from the glitter that had fallen from my dress, a ring around my finger with a large blue gem attached to the bottom my dress so I would not have to hold it to move or dance, My hair had taken hours or meticulous combing and curling and now allowed to hang freely down my back. I hated to look at myself. I felt uncomfortable. Out of place. But this is what my father wants for tonight... 

Tonight was my father's Grand ball he holds each year, and this year I was a grand piece of it. 

I had always been a decoration for his grand balls but tonight was different I know my father is desperate to wed me off before I will begin to be labelled as an old maid or thornback, it already brought him such rage that I was even a spinster.  

"If I may announce, formally. My daughter Miss Y/n Y/M/N Y/l/N!" He called out and the party began to applaud. 

I sighed and stepped slowly down the stairs knowing the sort of madness if I were to trip or worse fall down the stairs. I stopped at the landing of the stairs looking out the the party, full of eligible men and a few couples of high local importance. They all looked impressed by me but I just felt awful. As soon as I could I grabbed a drink and hid myself in a corner trying to not be passed or looked at much, not easy in this glitter of a gown. 

Men often came up to me to greet me so I forced a smile and a nod a drank more. 

"Having fun?" A smirking voice spoke up I glanced to my side and saw a familiar sight... admittedly He'd cleaned up. 

Dr Jack Dawkins leant on the wall a pair of well-shined shoes, black trousers, and his usual shirt but it was actually white. Good god I didn't know he still owned any that were still white and not an off-grey from washing blood out, a light cream waistcoat with a slight teardrop pattern to it, a white tie around his neck and a black jacket folded over his arm, his hair well fixed without its usual fluffy frizz and his hands clean... or well as clean as one can get a surgeon's hands without bathing them in acid. 

"Ohh yes, Thrilling." I sighed downing the rest of my drink at the mere idea of the two of us having to... be nice to one another. 

"You're father's gone all out."

"He will. He does. He's a social man."

"And you're a recluse."

"I am not a social recluse Dr Dawkins, I meer wish to spend my time socializing with people with high intellect and important things to say."

"That's why you're talking to me?" he smirked,

"No. You are neither of those things so if you could kindly take your buggery blonde butt elsewhere that would be... Marvellous." I sighed as I saw a drinks tray go past so I quickly took one and so did he, 

"Pompous Old maid" he muttered

"Butcher."

"Whiner"

"Coot"

"Witch"

"Uneducated scoundrel"

"Patronizing Princess"

"irritating malevolent"

"Snobbish toffee nose"

"illiterate Phiilistine"

"exasperating Spinster"

"Crude vagabond" I complained, "will you go away!"

"I would, however, every woman here is married, courting or an utter idiot. And at least you can hold a conversation."

"Even if I'm going to insult you."

"Insult me all you want just please don't talk about bloody flowers. I can't hear anymore." 

"What are you doing here anyway?"

"You're father invited me."

"Why? He knows about my... feelings towards you."

"I believe he mistakes our hatred for sexual tension," he said, 

"Why would he do that?"

"At least he sees you talking to me, even if we are arguing. And let's face it most husbands and wives are like this after five years so... maybe he just thinks we are getting a head start" he said sipping his drink

"You are one of the most insufferable men I have ever met Mr Dawkins."

"Dr Dawkins. You're going to insult me you can do it correctly Sweetheart."

"Do not call me sweetheart!" I glared 

"Why? Are you gonna fight me in your glittery little dress sweetheart?" He smirked moving closer and bending himself to make eye contact like you would with a child given he was a whole head taller than me "Or better yet take it off and we can go upstairs."

My response was to simply throw my drink in his face and march off elsewhere. 

Unfortunately, I was found by my father who forced me to begin the usual nonsense, I now had to dance with any man who asked it of me and of course many did. I found it utterly nauseating being held and dancing with these men only interested in me for my father's money all while on display to everyone meaning if I pulled a face or acted up everyone would know. Luckily it would soon be over as most of the eligible men invited I had now danced with. 

This man finished up with me kissed my gloved hand and returned to his friends, leaving me before him.

Jack stood with a wide smirk his jacket now back on he bowed and offered his hand, I did my best to hide my face but I'm sure I turned red with anger. 

"Don't you dare," I whispered letting him take my hand and giving it a sweet kiss 

"Ohh I will princess. Just to spite you" He smirked holding my hand in his own he grabbed my waist and forced me close enough I could feel the buttons on his jacket, I sighed and moved my hand to his shoulder, 

"I am going to dispice every moment of this."

"I think I'm going to enjoy it," he smirked as we began to dance, he lead of course even if at times I did fight with him luckily many others danced too so we could speak even in hushed tones and I didn't have to be as careful hiding my emotions 

"Do you have to hold me so tight my father will get angry?"

"Ohh that's the plan, I want us to be close."

"Why?"

"well half because I can make your father suspicious, and I can see down your dress."

"You just get more and more insufferable don't you Dr dawkins."

"Ohh I do, it's awfully fun." He chuckled "Christ I can feel the glitter on your dress flaking off in my hand" 

"Perhaps I shall send you home glittery and sparkling,"

"You would wouldn't you."

"I would. Just to spite you."

"God even your perfume is infuriating" he whispered in a sly tone as we danced doing a good spin or two, 

"Ohh I live for the moments you spin me away, Dr Dawkins,"

"Ohh why do you get a moment of peace from my arms?"

"No, because for a few brief seconds, I don't have to smell your blood-laden aftershave." 

"Perhaps I smell bloody because I'm a vampire about to bite your neck sweetheart."

"You bite my neck, and I chop your dick off," I said purposely forcing him to spin me out but he quickly spun me back into his chest

"Ooohh feisty" He smirked 

"At least my drink somewhat covers your aftershave."

"Well then I thank you for making me more palatable" 

"Ohh you're far from palatable." 

"You know, you're not a bad dancer."

"Neither are you, surprisingly." I sighed "How did you get this good?"

"So I'm good am I?"

"For a butcher."

"I was in the navy, you'd be surprised how many officer's balls you attend. You pick things up."

"I imagine all the ladies wanted to dance with you,"

"Ohh they did, but I save my skills for the pretty ones."

"so I'm pretty am I?"

"Gorgeous Sweetheart." He whispered 

"Don't call me sweetheart." I glared digging my nails into his hand 

"You are adorable when your are angry, like a little pixie."

"One of these days Dr. Dawkins, you're going to wake up with me over you."

"Ohh I'm betting I will" he smirked 

"And I shall drive your own scalpel into your heart." 

"Ohhh sweetheart, such a violent little thing you are." He smirked, "Just remember you do anything to me, I will haunt your every waking moment, I will be the face you see in your nightmares and trust me you'll be having nothing but."

"Just dance doctor." I sighed 

"Why? Are you enjoying our dance? or do you just like a man having you in his arms."

"I've been dancing in men's arms all night."

"Not boys. A Man sweetheart." 

"Ohh I would love too, shame I don't see any men here tonight."

"One of these days I'm going to have you tied down on my operating table."

"Ohh? Didn't know you were into that sort of thing Dr Dawkins."

"Ohhh you'd be surprised by the sorts of things I'm into."

"Ohh getting rejected by little ladies? even after you saved their lives."

"You know. I'm a doctor."

"As you keep saying."

"One of these days you'll need my help, you'll be laid on my table, and only I will be able to save you."

"Ohh? And you'll let me die I suppose out of pure spite?"

"No." he smirked as we finished our dance he took a step back and brought my hand to his lips giving it a firm kiss never breaking eye contact "I'd ensure you live. Just to spite you." He smiled "Goodnight Miss Y/l/n"

"Goodnight Dr Dawkins."

"It was a pleasure," he smiled wickedly before he headed back into the main mess of the party. 

Ohh, my god... I hate that man. 

why does he have to be so..... Ughhh! there isn't been a word for that man! 

I fixed my dress a little before I noticed.

MY RING! 

It's gone! 

Ohh and I know just the slippery eel who took it. 

"Miss if I may-" A man began trying to dance with me

"Not now." I snapped lifting my dress and marching through the party to find Dr Dawkins, and I spotted him leaving the main room so I rushed after him grabbed his jacket and yanked him into the music room empty for this evening 

"What the hell!" He yelled 

"My ring I know you stole it!"

"I haven't stolen anything." 

"Liar!"

"Ohh you come to admit I've stolen your heart?"

"Give me my ring Jack! it was my mother's give it back." 

He rolled his eyes and handed me my ring back 

"You are... the most unendurable peacockish Lobcock of a man I have ever had the misfortune of meeting!"

"You are the most horrendous upstart of a woman I have ever met!"

Both of us were red in the face from yelling, our blood boiling I wanted to kill him to throw him across the room but I grabbed his shirt and he grabbed my face and we kissed with more passion and heat than I had ever felt in a kiss, his lips soft and gentle as we slowly kissed in utter silence. It was... the most amazing kiss of my life. 

We stopped and moved away from each other both of us gasping and trying to comprehend what just happened between us. 

"What the hell was that..."

"I have no idea."

"Do you wanna fight me or fuck me jack!"

"I don't know!"

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I don't know. you're a ...complicated woman and you make me feel... Complicated"

"Complicated?"

"Some days, I swear to god I could strangle you! but... I also want to hold you and kiss you"

"I...I admit I want to slap you so so badly but... I also really want to kiss you." I answered, "Did you wanna do it again?"

"God yes!" He gasped pulling me back to his lips, I happily kissed him back stroking his neck and tugging on his hair, and he backed me against the closed door "Ummm you evil little witch! all this time all you've done is wind me up, I want you. I need you. I swear to god I will tie you to my bed tonight and have my way with you kicking and screaming if I have to."

"I want you too. I need you too. I want you forced on my bed until you beg me for mercy"

"Ohh I wouldn't beg you for mercy. Just to spite you."

"Then I'd never scream just to spite you." 

"Ohh I'll make you scream sweetheart."

"Don't call me sweetheart."

"Ohh I will," he smirked 

"We must stop"

"We must."

"I don't want to."

"Me either."

"But we must." I gasped moving away "We must. We... we must build a wall between us. These emotions they must... never be revealed."

"No... they mustn't" he nods 

I found myself unable to not stare but he also couldn't help it, as we stood five feet from each other wanting nothing more than to be in each other's arms 

"Beleive me... if your father and his party were not on the other side of that door." He said, "I would throw you on this floor and ruin you." 

"As would I you." I answered "But... we cannot. People will hear. people will talk. We can never be together."

"Why not? this is a ball to find you a husband isn't it?"

"why would I ever want to be married to you!"

"Because we can't resist each other. You know it. I know it. Our anger has always been just boiling tension... take my hand. and come with me to see your father. Let me marry you. and I swear our lives will be nothing but enthralled passion and ecstasy." 

"I do not wish to be married."

"And you can't avoid it. you know you can't your father will wed you to the first of those boys who ask... and you know your life could be infuriating if you were married. At least if you marry me you know it will be."

"Passion made fade in time."

"If it does... it will be too late. I will be yours. your will be mine. I do not imagine our passion fading but if it does, I will keep you in my arms, love you endlessly, and make love to you with the passion of tonight. Just to spite you."

"if we were to marry, you must understand that I will have to trust you... and if you break it Dr dawkins. I will see to it that your life is miserable and I will never ever give you peace, just to spite you."

"Understood. marry me. Be my bride. And I swear I will suffer with you all of my days." he said taking my hands 

"....Marry me. Make me your bride... so we can suffer this fate together for the rest of our lives." I stroked across his face 

He pulled me to his lips and we kissed with such hunger, such passion and love.

"I love you sweetheart,"

"Love you too Jack." I smiled laying my head on his chest and he rested his chin on my head 

"Come on then, let's go see your father before some boy tries to snap you up, sweetheart."

"Alright jack" I smiled holding his arm as we returned to the party. 

[nothingbutnowhere]

Hockey player au! John "Soap" Mactavish headcanons

Note: extremely suggestive of ghoap and a little hint of ghoap x reader if you are so inclined to read it that way (she/her used)

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Defenseman. Loves getting dirty in the d-zone corners, double teaming opponents and getting his stick in there, but still good at penetrating the o-zone and he's not afraid to drop down and hammer it in. The puck that is. (these are all things I've heard on broadcasts of NHL games, the innuendos that the play by play guys use are insane).

Menace! Absolute fucking menace!!! Mean bastard on the ice, intense in the locker room during games. Sass and tough guy act during media availability, all part of his rugged charm. But practice with the boys? He gets silly. Watch out! You could be getting pranked.

Backcheck, forecheck, paycheck. Heavy hits along the walls, BIG open ice hits, and killer hip checks (my personal favorite). Throws the type of hits everyone is always arguing about on twitter 🙄 He can be found in front of the net pushing and shoving opponents around. If you want a stick in the back he's your guy. Many, many a player has ended up in a headlock, getting a face wash after the whistle. On the shorter side for a hockey player which broadcasters always bring up but you'd never know by just watching him on the ice (they just hate a short king (anything under 6' is short in the NHL)).

He'll fight anyone, including the refs because that was a terrible icing call he absolutely had the guy beat! No he was onside! Tripping?! He dove!

Constantly dropping the gloves and getting into trouble. He'd be an enforcer if he wasn't a damn good player too. It's a good thing the players union keeps the fines low.

There's a whole YouTube page dedicated to his fights and hits with paragraphs of arguments on the legalities in the comments.

Scar on his chin from a skate cut during a game. Very scary in the moment because it bled a lot. Needed a ton of stitches but no major damage. 

Has more points than you'd think for a non-offensive defenseman. He really is good in the corners and swiping pucks off sticks, popping them out to the offense. Many goals have been scored by a Soap takeaway and a stretch pass to spring Gaz for a breakaway.

He'll tackle his teammates during their or his celly. He really truly cares about the boys. It's evident in the way he plays, how intense he is on the bench, and the helmet kisses. Wait, what? Yep, hockey players will sometimes show physical affection via helmet or even a kiss on the cheek. Not often, but it's all very sweet 🥹 Drives hockey twitter wild.

Chews on his mouth guards like they owe him money and he can extract it by destroying them.

Oh, you wanna fuck with Ghost? You're gonna have to go through him first. Will go feral on a guy for so much as breathing in the direction of his goalie. Ghost appreciates him very much. Probably. The bond between a goalie and his defensemen is so special, something you'll hear (in not so many words) from Soap himself. At the end of a win he'll have the longest head bonk to Ghost. Saying what? We'll never know cause neither of them will ever be mic'd up.

I say this for Gaz too but THIGH. This man's thighs are tree trunks. Rucks up short shorts on purpose. For the media. And the guys. Ask twitter and they can provide many examples.

Mic'd up status: You cannot. Under any circumstances. Mic this guy up. You'd have to bleep the whole thing for broadcast. Shorsey levels of explicit, he's gotten unsportman like conduct penalties for it. He and Gaz are a dangerous duo when it comes to chirps.

Hockey hair status: Excellent. Mohawk is 10/10. Starts a new trend with the kids. Absolutely does warmups without his helmet to show off the flow. (Could also see him with a mullet 100%). Ends up with so much facial hair during the playoffs

Roster pic: kinda bad :( why does he look surprised? Why is his face so red? His hair is fucked up?? They didn't even fix his trademark look?! Where the fuck did they just pull him from to take this photo??? (I love when players have shitty roster photos idk it's so funny to me)

WAG status: only recently in a serious relationship. She's sweet and pretty, instantly good friends with the other WAGs and taken under their wing since this is all very new to her. Surprisingly, has dark hair (most hockey WAGs seem to be blond??). Posts a lot on social media, generally seems to be having a great time. Always seems like Ghost is in the background of pictures of her and Soap? Hmmm.... Don't ask twitter about that.

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I do NOT consent for my works, part of my works, or my ideas to be used for ANY form of AI.

More hockey au: Ghost | Soap | Gaz | Price

Note: WAG stands for wife and girlfriend or the plural, used to refer to sports guy's significant others. Yes it is heteronormative.

A/N: I didn't factor nationality into this. There have been very few Scottish-born NHL players and all of them were raised in Canada. Do with that what you will. I'll never actually write fics for this, but I have headcanons. I know a moderate amount about hockey and next to nothing about cod so apologies. Completely unserious. Just some silly little thoughts :) plus letterkenny reference!

[nex-is-sleeping]

First meeting...

A Shadow x reader fic

I may actually make this a series- let me know if you want it to be !! But for now, a little oneshot.

"What is so bad about him ?" You ask the blue hedgehog in front of you. "First of all he's a faker. Have you seen him ? He's totally trying to copy me ! And second he's a huge part pooper, I bet he's never had fun in his life, hah !" Sonic joked. You had went out in the forest earlier today and saw a cave, you nearly went in before Sonic had stopped you "I can take care of myself, Sonic !" "Oh yeah ? How about that time Egghead captured you ?" Jested the  azure hedgehog. "That was once. Plus, you're no better yourself ! You're literally a danger magnet." "Well," Sonic chuckles "Danger is my middle name" You rolled your eyes and chortled. "Alright, alright, I gotta go, Y/n, I promised Knux I'd watch the Master Emerald while he goes out with Rouge. See ya !" And he raced off, leaving a trail of dust behind him.

You really wondered about what was in that cave. But Sonic said it was no good because of that Shadow. But then again, what harm could he really do ? You fixed up your fur/hair, and set off into the forest. God, you thought it was earlier. You looked at your watch. Oh, right it's winter. It's only 6:57. You walked through the night, looking at the stars. You didn't know much about them, but hell where they beautiful. You looked Infront of you to find yourself infront of the vast cave from earlier, a light accompanied with some crackling inside. Let's just hope he's in a good mood. You thought as you took the first step into the cave. Wind rushed outside as the rain began and thunder clapped. You jumped in surprise. You slowly walked down, getting closer to the light. You tried your best not to make a sound. Maybe this was a bad idea ? No ! It's just Shadow. He couldn't be any stronger than Sonic. You finally face the fire. You look around... Nothing. Maybe Sonic was wrong ? Maybe he lived in a different cave !a Great. You hate rain, you couldn't leave now. You turn around to sit, but you're met with a face inches from yours.

You yelp and stumble back. You look him up and down. His coat is a jet black, with red streaks running through his quills. On top of his chest is a white puff of fur. His hands are gloved, with gold cuffs. Finally, his eyes. They're crimson and seem to be studying you, finally he speaks "Who are you, and what are you doing here ?" His voice is deep, smooth, and firm. You could only assume this was Shadow. Shadow The Hedgehog. You shook at the break of the silence. You didn't know what to say. It'd be weird if you said you where here for him. You didn't answer. "I asked you, who are you, and what are you doing here ?" He spoke louder, firmer. Shadow was mad that his personal space was invaded, worse, is that it's someone he didn't know. "I-" You cleared your throat to help you sound confident. "I am Y/n L/n. I came for..." You paused. What do you say ? You're train of thought was cut off by the jet black hedgehog infront of you. "Well ? Answer or get out." He demanded. You looked towards the cave entrance, immediately reminded of the thunderstorm. "You're not gonna let me go out in a lighting storm, right ?" You nervously laughed.  Shadow looked at you, and then the cave entrance and thought for a moment. "Fine." You mentally cheered.  You turned around to see the fire behind you, along with a red sleeping bag. That's all there was in this cave. You almost felt sorry for the hedgehog. But, then again, living like this was his choice.

You sat down on the ground, the fire's warmth welcoming you. Shadow studied you some more They didn't tell me why they are here. Why ? And why would they be in this part of Green Hills in the first place ? He thought. You saw Shadow ruthlessly staring you down. It intimidated you almost. "Shadow ?" Shadow fumbled at the break of silence. "How do you know my name ?" Oh shit. How where you supposed to tell him ? Ugh, screw it "I heard of you from one of my friends." "Who ?" "His name is Sonic, Sonic the hedgehog." Shadow groaned at the sound of the blue hedgehog's name. "Don't listen to a word he says, he's just a faker. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Shadow The Hedgehog, otherwise know as The Ultimate Life Form." He clenched his fist infront of him. You slightly cringed at the action. You yawned and looked at your watch, 10:28PM. "Woah, okay ! So, I'm going to go to sleep, alright, Shadow ?" He nodded with a hum. You laid down, using your hand as a pillow. You finally fell asleep.

Shadow looked at you, a smile intruding on his face. He stepped outside, and climbed up onto the roof. He sat down, water droplets wetting his quills. He looked at the moon, remembering his best friend, Maria. If she saw him now, what would she think of him ? Shadow let his feet hang off of the overhang as he laid in the memory of her. He smiled as he thought about the fun times they had on the ARK. How she'd teach him all about the stars, and how she was the first to suggest the streaks in his quills. Suddenly lightning clapped, making a sound too familiar to him. Those great memories he was once basking in became not so great. Shadow remembered leaving his friend, her dying. Tears rose in his eyes. He quickly climbed down the rocky cave and went inside.

The hedgehog went into a corner, slowly rocking himself back and forth, breathing heavily. He tried not to wake you, but failed in doing so. "Shadow..?" You awoke after only about 10 minutes of sleep. You heard quiet sobbing from the other side of the cave. You quickly got up, the tiredness leaving you, and went to comfort the near stranger. "Shadow ?? What's wrong ???" You questioned, but was met with nothing. Instead, you hugged him. Shadow's eyes widened. He couldn't remember the last time someone had hugged him like this. He didn't care that he didn't know you now. He sobbed into your shoulder "I miss her. So, so -hic- much" you rubbed his back. You had no idea who he was talking about, but consoled him anyways. Soon enough, he was asleep in your arms. The hedgehog had cried himself to sleep. You looked at him as he slept in your arms. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to leave him like this ? You stayed, and Shadow subconsciously held onto you like there was no tomorrow. And soon enough, you fell asleep to the sounds of the rain...

[maraudersandtears]

BLACK BALL ONE SHOTTT

The Black ball for wizards and witches was a famous christmas ball that occurred every year. People would show up in their gowns and tuxes, hoping to find a suitor for their children, or even themselves. Most of the guests were purebloods but occasionally halfbloods could sneak in without getting caught.

Narcissa Black was in a glorious black and blue ball gown, dancing with Lucius Malfoy. She wasn't exactly pleased by the Malfoy boy but to please her parents, she would act as if she really loved him.

Bellatrix Black was in a gold ball gown that stood out in the big crowd. Most assumed it was intended so men would fleet her but her parents, aunt, and uncle's reason was so she could be caught causing mayhem. Yet no one seemed to notice her “accidentally” sticking a cupcake to the back of another lady's dress.

Andromeda Black in a gorgeous light pink dress that was quite different from everyone else's darker colors. She was dancing with a young man, smiles and giggles filling her.

Regulus Black found himself in a suit. He stood against the wall, sipping a cup of fancy wine. 

Sirius Black was running around in his suit with his best friend from Hogwarts, James. James' family didn't usually come to the Black christmas ball but they made an exception when James said he wanted to hang out with Sirius.

All seemed to be going well. Until Alice Fortescue bumped into Narcissa, causing the Black to fall onto the floor from the impact. The whole room was now watching. Bellatrix laughing until she couldn't. 

"I'm so sorry." Alice reasoned, her ballgown had a cupcake on the back that she had been trying to slide to the bathroom without getting embarrassed. 

The blonde just huffed, getting helped up by Lucius. Alice quickly slid away to the bathroom, now extra embarrassed. Deep down Narcissa wanted to say it was okay and sorry for her attitude but this was the Black ball. Narcissa was on stage as a Black, not herself.

Andromeda, who had been a few feet away, witnessed the whole scene and whisked Narcissa off to a hallway with her. She could never show a true Black attitude, she was too kind and soft for that. There was a reason she was a Hufflepuff in the family of Slytherins. 

"Cissa." The brunette started as her sister put a finger out. Andromeda sighed, fixing her sister's hair and gloves. 

"I hate this ball." Narcissa grumbled in reply, her arms crossed as Andromeda fixed her up.

"Bella and Sirius are hiding on the closet. I saw them sneak in there. If you'd like to join them." The brunette tried to lighten the mood by smiling.

"I assume Sirius's friend left then?" Narcissa couldn't help the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth as she watched Andromeda smile.

"If you gonna go hide with them then hurry, and take Reg with." The sisters smiled at each other before Narcissa glided off to find Regulus.

Narcissa danced around the ballroom, looking for her younger cousin. She couldn't help the small glances she sent whenever she saw Alice, feeling guilty still. She grabbed Regulus' arm as soon as she found him.

"Narcissa?" He asked, a tad confused.

"Shhh. Come on." She hushed him, sneaking towards the closet. He shrugged, following her until they made it into the closet.

The closet in the ballroom was small but quite empty. Not including the small broom that sat in it. Bellatrix and Sirius had been giggling while eating every flavored beans, explaining the flavors as if they were wine. The floor was now littered with a few beans.

Sirius licked a bean before describing, "Ah, a small ear wax with a tint of cherry. Delightful." He stuck it in his mouth and ate it with a disgusted face. 

Narcissa cringed slightly before sitting down. "Come to join the party?" Bellatrix asked them. 

"Exactly that." Regulus said. So the four sat down and continued eating the beans, still describing them like wine. The more wine sounding you described one, the more points you got.

Soon enough they were joined by Andromeda who had claimed that her muggleborn dance partner, that she had invited, was caught. So five sat on the floor of the closet, eating every flavored beans, and giggling. 

The Black annual christmas ball was no empty of any young blacks.

[huntsphury]

Kaladin x Reader

Advices:

This is my first time writing in English, which is not my first language, so sorry about gramatic mistakes.

This fanfic happens in the middle of The Way of Kings.

It's mostly me fangirling over Kaladin.

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You were working at your father's store on the Shattered Plans when he appeared. Kaladin. The slave that had changed everything at that horrible Bridge Four. Suddenly, the bridge that lost more men was the only one who wasn't losing anyone on the runs. Soldiers and random Lighteyes from all of the High Prince's camps would come to the store, asking you to fix their clothes, and you'd hear them chatting about that man.

Apparently, he had been a soldier, fighting on the other side of the country, many time ago. A good one. Some said he fought like a demon. Others, that he was one, the only explanation for a Darkeyes success. He had survived a Highstorm on the outside, after all. One elder deserter slave once told you that he thought Kaladin was that one soldiers used to call Stormblessed. But no one knew how he'd ended up in that situation.

So you got curious. But you never thought he would step on the store. Your dad was traveling to Ja Keved and wasn't expected to come back for a whole more week, so there was only you there when that man came. He wore old bridgemen shorts and open waistcoats. His hair was dark, shoulder length, and the slave marks on his forehead could have called more attention... If it wasn't for his eyes.

Extremely dark and serious. Obsidian broams on that beautiful, scared face. The face of a general, you thought. Of one of those old Night Radiants, a Darkeyed one, like you.

"Good afternoon", he said, getting closer. His voice was also strong and deep, besides the obvious starvation the bridgemen went through. Your mouth went dry, and you said nothing. He hesitated for a moment, then walked until there was only a balcon separating you two. "I would like to buy some coats, please."

You needed a moment to remember how to speak. His presence was too... Strong. So you stepped back, finally smiling politely.

"Of course. How many?"

"Fifteen."

"Oh." You didn't expect it would be so many.

"They're for your bridgemen, right?" He nodded, but seemed quite... More serious. Like he wasn't expecting you to help him like you did with the free men from the warcamps. So you tried to get his confidence. You forced yourself to smile again, like he was a random costumer, not a man you were randomly fascinated with. At all. "There's only fifteen man on your bridge?"

"Sixteen, actually. But the bridge masters hate me, so they're not sending more", he answered calmly. Then he raised his chin, examining the fabrics on the walls, all in vibrant colors. "I've never seen Alethi women wearing those kinds of colors."

"They don't. I just... I like them. They seem more alive. Everyone wants to feel alive, even in this war, in this rainy hole, right?"

His eyes finally found your owns, and they seemed to soften. With curiosity.

"In the end, they do, indeed."

Suddenly, you didn't know what to do with your hands. So you hold them on your back, gloved one over the naked.

"You want to come see the clothes? I don't know the sizes, and bringing all of the boxes would take too long. They're heavy."

He nodded again. So you leaded him to the backwards of the store, where there were rooms with fabrics and sewing material and donated clothes. You showed Kaladin all the boxes with masculine products, and he helped you separate the coats with sizes he thought would fit the men of his bridge.

"What about you?" You asked, in the end.

"I'll get one when I can gather more money." That would take too long, you thought. How could he stand the Alethi weather barely naked? Well. You felt your cheeks getting hot. Tried to avoid looking at his exposed muscles. You had never seen such a handsome man. But Kaladin seemed to not realize how beautiful he was. Which only made him more fascinating. And the fact that he didn't care about feeling cold, as long as his mates were warm, made your heart hurt a little.

So you reached for the hottest coat on the pile, the one with the highest cost, and gave it to him.

"Pay fifteen, take one for free."

He looked uncertain. Too prideful, you could see he was, but also well aware of his needs. "I—What is your name?"

"(Y/N). You don't need to tell me yours, I know."

He got still for some time. But then finally came to a decision with himself, and nodded firmly.

"Thank you, (Y/N)."

"I'm the one who should say thanks. And, by the way, I'm just securing a faithful client."

"You shouldn't bother. I could die at any day", Kaladin replied, but the corners of his mouth rose sutily, assuring you that he just had a sharp humor. You were both standing closely now, and his eyes vagued through your face. You felt like getting closer, crazy as it was, but...

Thunder. And rain. And wind. You ran to the front of the store, closing the doors and the windows quickly. Oh, Almighty. A Highstorm, right now.

"Storms", Kaladin cursed, helping you until the room was almost totally dark, but safe. "I should go now."

"No, you shouldn't! Just because you survived one Highstorm outside before, doesn't mean you should try again. It would be insane to let someone walk through the camps right now, and I'd never force a costumer to die in the storm."

"So, if I hadn't bought anything, you would expulse me?" He asked, but seemed... Good humored. He crossed his arms, spying the sky through a crack on the window. "Stormfather, this one came fast."

Before thinking too much about it, you got closer to him, trying to see what he saw. The sky was dark, and the winds... Could cut someone. But Kaladin wasn't afraid of them. He passed his fingers through the hole and... It was like he owned the revolted air. He closed his eyes for an instant, feeling everything, and you watched him, just watched, unblinking. Beautiful. Then he opened his eyes, and they were almost bright.

Who is this man?

You wanted to kiss him. So bad, it physically hurt. He looked at your mouth, and...

"Are you hungry?" You blorted out, nervous. Before he could answer, you left the room to get food, breathing heavily.

And that was how you two ended up sitting on the balcony minutes later, blue and green espheres illuminating the room, and tea, bread and jam between your bodies. The sounds of the Highstorms had always been scary for you, but now, seeing the way that strange man seemed at peace with them, you felt better.

"Thank you", he said quietly, one more time. You smiled. "You're welcome", a pause. "You really like the storms, don't you, Kaladin Stormblessed?"

He growled. "This storming nickname. I thought I'd never hear it again." Kaladin expired air. "I've always felt like... They renew the air. Push the bad thoughts away. Don't you?"

"I've always felt like hiding under my bed when they came."

He let out a laught. Then seemed surprised about it. He closed his eyes again, just for a moment, and faced you, all intensity.

"You seem to know a lot about me. It would be fair to know more about you too, (Y/N). Especially since I'm not getting out of your establishment for one more hour, at least."

You got a little shy, but agreed. So you started to talk about your childhood and the things you liked, and he made questions, about the stories you told and about your feelings on them. He was a kind of general, no doubt. Fast to think and straight to the point, always. After some minutes, you started to retribute the questions. He answered some of them, but quietly avoided the most personal ones. You didn't want to push.

After all, you barely knew Kaladin. Even though it felt like it.

And he looked genuinely curious about you, like no boy from your previous city never did. You didn't want him to leave. You wanted to keep him at your side, even if he didn't talk, even if just to diminute the loneliness on his eyes.

"Eat more", you said, when the storm noises lowered a little.

"Thank you. I'm full." You wondered if he ever thought he would say that again after being sent to Bridge Four. Kaladin paused, thinking, before jumping off the balcony and standing on his feet. He turned to face you, and your knees were almost touching his legs. Your stomach also jumped, anxious.

"You asked me if I was hungry, earlier", he said, voice deep. "I was, for more than food. Thank you."

"You're too polite", you saw yourself bubbling. "Don't need to thank me all the time."

Again, a corner of his mouth rose. Just a little bit.

"My mother taught me well."

Your toes curved.

"I see."

Darkeyes met Darkeyes. You were both closer and closer.  You wondered what would it feel like to touch his skin. Before thinking more about it, you did it. It was harsh, with what felt like two days of unshaved beard. Perfect...

"Just how I imagined it", you mumbled. His eyebrows were almost touching each other. He looked... Still curious, but also something else. Something very male, that lighted a fire inside your body you didn't know existed. "Do you still feel hungry? For anything?"

"Storms", Kaladin breathed, before kissing you with passion. One of his hands hold your head like he wanted, and the other carassed your belly. You opened your legs for him instantly, like you had wanted since he entered the store, and then you two were only one thing, all arms and legs and kisses. You were out of control, moaning loudly, and he had his mouth on your neck. You passed your hand through his dark hair, and he trembled.

"Keep touching me", he whispered on your ear, voice raspy and low, needy as nothing you had ever heard.

He hasn't been touched for a long time, you realized, as his erection pressed the middle of your tights and you let out a louder moan. Hasn't been cared for. That's what he was hungry for. Human contact.

"You're beautiful", you whispered back, and traced kisses on his ear and his neck, making him let out a deep, masculine moan that almost sent you to an orgasm.

"You're the only beautiful thing I've seen in this shithole", was his answer. He lifted your chin with one big, calloused hand and went for your mouth again, hard and passionately. You opened up to him, in everyway possible.

You wanted him. So much that you could almost feel how it would be like to have him inside of you. The kisses were harder and harder, deeper and deeper...

But soon the Highstorm was over, and sooner he had to go. Because he was not a free man, in the end, and you cried when you two got separated.

"Come back", you asked, not caring at all about how pathetic it sounded.

He kissed you again, and smiled against your mouth. A real smile, this time, and you simply knew that smiling wasn't something he did easily. "You were right", Kaladin said low, touching your forehead with his scared one. "It's good to feel alive."

[watermelon-jooce]

saikai HEADCANONS💜

ignore if theres spelling mistakes im eating

the finest parmasan cheese this house has to offer.

yummy

ANYWAY heres saikai headcanons

Shun LOVES to sing, and he does! He sings to Kusuo sometimes, whether while playing with his hair or cuddling.

It took Shun and Kusuo a little long to fully hold hands, mostly because the both of them are shy to physical touch for a little while.

Kusuo doesn't refer to Shun as his 'boyfriend', just his 'ultra aqquantince' (thank you @to0manynames for that idea)

They take a REALLY long time to tell the rest of the group that they're dating. Shun would've liked to tell them earlier, but Kusuo was worries about the attention it would gain.

Kusuo fell in love with Shun even more after being forced to show his powers to Shun, and instead of being scared, called them cool, and still treated him the same afterwards.

Shun barely noticed his crush on Kusuo at first, while Kusuo was head over heels. Kusuo made it worse because he was trying to act as normal as possible, in turn acting really weird around Shun.

Shun is stupid, and fairly oblivious. He displays PDA often infront of the group without realising that they aren't out yet. Ie. Leaning on him at restaurants, holding his hand in public, etc.

Nendo knows. ("Buddy and Chibi are together?! thats awesome!")

Shun's chūnibyō-syndrome dies down a bit after they get together, as in the manga its stated that he only really crafted the personality of chūnibyō as an attempt to make friends. Once he's together with Kusuo, he finally starts to act more like himself because he realises Kusuo loves him for who he is, and not the personality he crafted specifically to be friends with Kusuo.

Shun often has to avoid Kuusuke once he figures out that he and Kusuo are together.

Kusuo likes to mess around with the remaining bits of Shun's chūnibyō, getting Shun riled up before sending him off to go be a 'hero'. ("i think thats something the Jet-black Wings can fix." "that IS something the Jet-black Wings can fix!" "I think the Jet-black Wings should go fix it." "I THINK THAT TOO.")

Kusuo really wants to feel Shun's hair without his ultra-thin gloves on. Shun gives him permission, knowing about his powers and Kusuo can't get enough of the feel of his hair on his palms, and even though all of Shun's senses are his own, he loves it.

Kusuo's hands are a lot more calloused than Shun's. His hands are calloused from constantly practicing at his training grounds. Despite Shun always 'fighting the Dark Reunion', his hands are usually soft.

Pecks are more embarassing than actual kissing for the both of them.

Shun will often come over to Kusuo's house to just be. The two won't speak, and Shun will usually fall asleep ontop of Kusuo, while Kusuo gets to enjoy a book or staring at a ceiling. Its their non-overwhelming-or-social-battery-draining-hang-out-time

Kusuo was a little worried about cuddling at first, he was scared that he'd fall asleep and explode something due to his powers. Shun reassured him that even if he did, he'd be okay, and he'd still love him. Kusuo eventually got more comfortable, and even after a long while stopped sleeping with his glasses on around Shun.

Shun said to Kusuo that "Just because you have powers doesn't make you any different than the rest of us, you were born with them. I wouldn't hate someone for being born with blue eyes." and Kusuo didn't want to admit it, but he was really touched.

Shun is gay and graysexual, Kusuo is bi aroace.

Kusuo is autistic, Shun has ADHD and psychosis (ie. The reason why he believes in Dark Reunion)

Sometimes Kusuo will just lay on Shun and sleep, Shun finds it silly and it reminds him of a cat. Sometimes before Kusuo falls asleep, Shun will sing softly and pet his hair until he does.

Kusuo loves Coffee Jelly as we all know, Shun loves Strawberry Shortcake, or Tiramisu

Shun specifically learned how to make Coffee Jelly for Kusuo. After nights and nights of pain he finally crafted it: the perfect coffee jelly. Kusuo doesn't know how, but Shun's home-made coffee jelly beats the regular stuff.

Shun always steals clothing from Kusuo, his outfits range from emo to 'thats definetely Saiki's'

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THATS ALL the headcanons i have for now thanj you for reading yippeeeee!!

(also tagging @foxbinnstuff i thought youd like this sorry for the tag NSBAJDVSJBD)

((also extra shoutout to my brothersistersibling @to0manynames for some of these we rp saikai a lot and they also have the cutest ideas for them so go say thann you to her))

[vi-trying-to-survive]

Hey, idk of you are going requests but if you are can I request an Anthony Lockwood x fem caryle reader where she is Lucy's older sister who doesnt have any talents and she is very over protective off Lucy so when they come to London, she takes an immediate dislike to Anthony and George but she still tolerates them becuase Lucy wants to work for the agency. She has her own flat and she is studying to become a surgeon.

One day she gets a call from Lucy that lockwood is really hurt and he needs medical attention but he doesn't want to go to the hospital so she sucks it up and goes to help him.

I Care About You

Anthony Lockwood x f!Carlyle!Reader

Warnings: None, this is just fluff :) 💖💖💖

Summary: Y/N has to patch Lockwood up yet again, because for some reason her hates hospitals. Who is she to say no ?

A/N: I hope you guys like this one :) 💖💖💖 I love this request so much! I thought it was so cute and I relate so much cause I'm getting a degree in medicine too :') 💖💖💖 All just to answer the question I do take requests, but I'm super slow :') 💖💖💖 Have a good day :) 💖💖💖

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"Lucy you can't keep calling me to patch your friends up, I do have a life", she frowned. The phone was balanced between her ear and shoulder. As someone who didn't have a talent, she seemed to get involved with agents a little too much. When she had heard that Lucy had left for London, she was excited. It had never occurred to her that she would be accompanied by two boys. George was quiet and a little odd at times, but he meant well. They got along relatively well. He had a lot of questions about human anatomy, but she appreciated that he looked out for her sister. Then there was Lockwood. It wasn't to say that she didn't like him. He was rash and careless, and that attitude was what got Lucy into trouble. She was worried. People who didn't know better would say that she should just avoid him. That was easier said than done, especially when he had an animosity to hospitals, which left her with the job of fixing him whenever he got hurt.

She groaned, "I know, I know, but he always insists on you and not the hospital". Her voice with laced with concern. She ran a hand through her hair.

"Well I hope he knows that I'm much less proficient in comparison to a licensed doctor", she sighed. Hastily she shoved her equipment into a rucksack, slinging it over her shoulder. He was too well aware that despite her thoughts of him and his behaviour, she would never be able to say no. She just didn't have it in her. Sometimes she wondered if he just liked having her around, but no one would put themselves through the kind of self-torture that he did just to have someone over. It seemed crazy.

"So you'll do it ?", she sounded hopeful. At least if anything, she would win her sisters favour.

She shook her head, "Fortunately for Lockwood, my moral code compels me".

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She had her gloves on, gently prodding at the blue-black patches across his face and chest. They were both silent, which was unusual for him. She chewed her bottom lip, concentrating on the gash that was on his cheek, "So, are you going to tell me how you got these ones ?".

"I don't think you want to know", he sighed. His eyes were fixed to the ground, avoiding hers. This was different. She usually couldn't get him to sit still. Her heart pounded faster. She had once wished that he would just keep quiet, now all she wanted was for him to go back to normal.

Still his lack of confidence in her made her scowl, "I see open surgery twice a week, I think I can handle it ?". His shoulder seemed to be out-of-place. She tried to move it. He looked pained, but said nothing.

"I- Alright, we were-", he turned towards her, wincing. She decided his shoulder was dislocated, but throwing yourself from a first-storey of a house could do that to someone. In fact, she was quite aware of what had happened, having received a rather detailed retelling from George and Lucy before she went to see him. She had only asked with the hope that he would snap out of whatever trance he was in, but she was clearly wrong. At least re-positioning his shoulder would.

It snapped back into place with a loud crack. "What was that for ?", his eyes were wide and he appeared distressed. She had considered giving him a warning, but decided against it in the last minute. Maybe she should have put more thought into the decision, but this was a slight improvement compared to the silence.

She tested the joint, moving his arm back and forth slightly, "Your shoulder was dislocated, I had to push it back in place". He wouldn't stop staring at her now. She looked away, cursing when her breath caught in her throat.

"You could have given me some warning", he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Experts say anticipation makes the act more painful", she dug around her bag for a roll of cotton, her back turned to him.

"Why do you hate me ?", his voice was hesitant.

This is not what she expected. She felt a burning regret in the pit of her stomach. She had always tried to keep him at arms length, not because she didn't like him, but because she liked him a little too much. She had always been alone. Not having a talent, meant not joining an agency, which meant she couldn't make money. That made her a liability and a burden to her mother, and it only got worse when Lucy left. Who could blame her when she took the first chance she could to get out. She was comfortable being alone, but of course Lockwood had something to say about that.

Gingerly she sat next to him at the edge of the bed, "I- I don't hate you, just- I'm just worried". She chanced a glimpse at him. He looked surprised. Was it that shocking ? How could she not worry ? Yes, he pestered her all the time, was conceited and rash, but he also knew all her favourite books and always had a cup of tea for her, made just the way she liked it. She wondered why he made such an effort with her, she was difficult, usually chalking it up to her being Lucy's older sister and wanting to make a good impression. She now found herself hoping there was something else behind it too.

This was starting to be more difficult than she thought it was going to be. She took a breath in, "Look, when I found Lucy again, it wasn't just her who entered my life, it was George and you too, and as much as I hate admitting this I- You keep Lucy safe and you have a big heart, which makes it hard for me to not like you". She felt stupid and vulnerable.

Spotting his grin out of the corner of her eye, she groaned, "Stop making that face".

"I didn't do anything", he protested. The look on his face said otherwise.

She had been on her own for so long. Too many people had left her, and it hurt. She had thought she would be better off without others. If she didn't take chances, she knew she'd always be safe. Now she wasn't so sure what she wanted. Maybe she had given herself enough time ? Maybe it was time for her to let someone else in ? She ran a hand across her face, "Just, let me finish- I- I care about you, so I-".

The smile fell from his face, "I- I'm sorry". He had a hand on her knee, and he sounded genuine.

A warmth spread through her, she laughed, "Just, try a little harder at not dying, alright ?".

"Alright", he scratched the back of his head. She shook her head, turning her attention back to the wound along his face, dabbing gently the cuts across his face. Perhaps she should have gone a little easier on him.

She felt his stare on her. He was smirking, "So ? You care about me ?". What had she gotten herself into ?

A heat rushed to her face, she turned away, "Shut up". He seemed to have recovered quickly enough. Once again his ego was through the roof, it didn't help that he looked terribly cute, but he didn't need to know that. Well this is what she wanted, he was acting like himself again, but now she was having second thoughts.

With his finger, he tilted her face towards his, "No, no, don't be embarrassed I care about you too, Ow-". She pressed the alcohol swab deeper into the inflamed cut. It would have hurt less than what he was making it out to be, always the dramatic one. She felt a little bad, but not so much that she was going to apologise.

His mouth was agape with his brows furrowed, "Was that really necessary?".

Probably not, but someone had to keep him in check. She grinned, "Highly".

Probably not, but someone had to keep him in check. She grinned, "Highly".

Probably not, but someone had to keep him in check. She grinned, "Highly".

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friday kiss tag ˚.⋆

thank you, @the-golden-comet, for the tag! i'm trying something a little different today. today, i'm writing a scene from scratch instead of grabbing something from a wip. i desperately need the warm-up, and i think @leahpardo-pa-potato might actually riot if i keep avoiding the kisses (i'm teasing of course, ilu <3) consider the following part of the corpse and the killer - and hopefully enjoy! (SIDE NOTE: kia calls jason 'jas'. it's pronounced 'jase'. the e makes it look weird so i leave it off, but that makes it look like 'jass' and i hate that. idk man read it how you want i'm not a cop) TAGGING @drchenquill - @wyked-ao3 - @willtheweaver - open tag!

"I will fix it."

"Are you kidding me?" Kia stared into the soulless glowing slits that served as eyes. As long as he wore that mask, it was easy to forget who was underneath - easy to blame, to hate, to rage against. "Did you already forget how badly you've fucked Gotham City? In one night - one fucking night - you've blown up Ace Chemicals-"

"That was Batman."

"-set every major villain loose in the streets-"

"Not every major villain - and that was Scarecrow anyway."

"-and turned everyone in the streets into freakin' zombies." She ran her hands through her pink hair, over and over, until her space buns fell apart into waves that framed her face. "I don't care if you're Superman. You're not winning this one. No one is, not without nuking the city off the face of the earth and all of us with it."

"Hey." His large hands, surprisingly soft in their gloves, completely covered her shoulders. "It's going to be fine. My men are on their way to evacuate us. In helicopters. You've always wanted to ride a helicopter."

Kia laughed, a dizzied titter. "Right, right. It'll be great. We'll just hop on a helicopter and fly away from this mess, shall we? Pretend it never happened? As if the government won't shoot us out of the sky to prevent the infection from spreading. As if the zombies won't leave the city as soon as they realize there are no more people to hunt. As if you and Scarecrow haven't started the end of the fucking world." She laughed again and shook her head. "You've always been starting shit, Jas, and you've always gotten us out of it. But I dunno how you're gonna get us out of this one."

"I will get us out of this, Kia-bear." He pressed a button on the side of his helmet, and his mask slid up to reveal his face. The corners of his hazel brown eyes were pinched and tight. The scar, a jagged J, stretched across his cheekbone. She recognized his smile immediately - it was the smile he had always given her as a kid when he felt trapped in a corner. When he stepped forward to take Black Mask's beatings on her behalf. When he accepted a job that he knew he wasn't prepared for because they so desperately needed the cash. Jason felt as trapped as she did, but he was denying it to give her hope.

That should have comforted her.

"Stop fucking lying, Jason." She jerked away from him. Her arms immediately missed his warmth. "I don't know what skills you picked up when you were adopted by that rich bitch, but there's no way you're getting us out of this one. You fucked up, big time, and every single person left in Gotham is either already dead or going to die because of it. You call yourself the Arkham Knight - Gotham's savior - but you've fucked us all, just because you wanted to put a bullet in Batman's head."

She was shouting now. Militia members were glancing over. A few had their hands on their service weapons. She didn't care. She closed the distance between them again and jabbed a finger in his chest, as if their half-a-foot size difference didn't even exist. "We're fucked, Jason. Well and truly and completely and utterly fucked. No one is going to let us leave! We're better off staying on this rooftop and hoping the zombies starve to death before we do! Don't you get that?! Don't you-"

His lips crushed against hers, insistent and desperate. They moved against her greedily, sucking the fight right out of her. Her knees weakened and forced her to lean against him, cotton fluff hoodie against kevlar. His lips were softer than she'd expected - though she hadn't ever expected to kiss her childhood best friend. He tasted of peanut butter and cigarettes. She dug her fingers into his sleeves and forgot for a moment that they were going to die.

When he pulled away, she almost leaned in after him. Her heart pounded in her chest, desperate to follow him. Despite the cold rain that stung her face, her entire body felt like a fireplace - hot, sizzling, glowing. She stared up at him. He grinned down at her as if he hadn't just stolen the very breath from her lungs. "Trust me," he said, his voice a low growl that left her knees weak all over again. "I won't let anything happen to you. Not now, not ever."