#His final smash would be what happens at the end of the game

[loving-barnes]

LOGAN HOWLETT - A LITTLE GAME

A/N: New Wolverine one-shot. I tried and... I don't know. I like the beginning and then it's like.. okay? Let me know your thoughts.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: I have decided not to give proper warnings. I don't want to spoil the story. BUT please, only 18+. Minors DNI.

Words: 4000+

Important note: HughJackman!Wolverine (so he's tall!)

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LOGAN HOWLETT - A LITTLE GAME

Everyone was looking for her - Magneto’s brotherhood, the X-men, the Avengers and god knows who else. They all wanted her - for good, for bad, to use or to kill. She became the biggest threat in a matter of seconds. That’s why Logan had to be the one to find her first.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get her for months. She was sneaky, using her power to hide from the whole world, even from him. Leaving the continent would be too risky. She had to stay in the States, right? Maybe Canada? 

It all happened so fast. There was a moment where he questioned everything. In the end, he wanted to fight for her… with her. Was there still a chance he’d find her? She could be anywhere. Surprisingly, Logan never lost hope. 

One day, Logan got a tip from some random skanky woman who approached him in a New York dive bar. He was drinking his daily dose of whisky, head lost in thoughts. He had her picture, looking at it. Such an innocent yet powerful being. His heart ached.

“I know her,” the woman approached him out of nowhere. She leaned against the bar, smiling. Her eyes were locked on the photo. “Pretty girl.” 

Logan’s eyes found hers, frowning. “Where is she?” he asked angrily. 

She chuckled. “Now hang on, sugar,” she sat next to him, exposing her long smooth legs. The miniskirt didn’t leave anything to the imagination. Logan’s eyes travelled from her legs, all the way up to her face, but he was not interested. “How about a drink first?”

He reached for his drink. It went down his throat in a second. He smashed the glass against the bar, shattering it. His eyes darkened. The adamantium claws got out, pressing them against the woman’s throat. Logan was not in a mood to play around.

People gasped. They were afraid. A mutant in a bar threatening other humans was unacceptable. Guns were loaded and pointed at him. Logan didn’t care. 

The woman yelped. Fear crept into her eyes. “Tell me where she is or you won’t be able to see the sun rise again,” his voice was low, intimidating. 

“S-strip club, down the street,” she managed to get out of her throat. Her body was visibly shaking. “I saw her there. She was there an hour ago. P-please, don’t hurt me.” 

He didn’t say anything. The claws retracted back under his skin. Logan was out of the bar in seconds, heading down the street to the club where the woman said she spotted the one he was looking for. His heart beat fast. Was he finally about to get her? It’s been months. 

Everyone wanted the most powerful mutant on the planet. Some wanted to use her, others wanted to destroy her. Logan wanted to get to her sooner than the rest of the world. All he desired was to protect her.

She’s more powerful than Jean ever was, said Charles to him not long ago. They didn’t have a name for her. No one knew where her power reached, or what her limits were. Jean’s dark side was destroyed with the help of the Scarlett Witch. With Y/N, they didn’t know what to expect. Was she worse than the Dark Phoenix? 

Expect the unexpected, said Charles to Logan once he decided to bring her back.

Logan’s eyes locked on the big pink neon sign of the strip club. He sighed. Of course, she would hide somewhere in plain sight. Who would try to find a woman like her in a place like this? She was the kindest teacher. Innocence was her second name. Everyone would expect her to flee the country, or hide in the mountains. No, she hid under their noses in the city that never sleeps.

Expect the unexpected. Well, shit, he didn’t expect this at all. 

He entered the club. The heavy smell of cigarettes and sweet perfumes hit his nose. The lights were flashing as the girls kept dancing around the poles. They slowly undressed for the crowd of hungry eyes. Men were holding bills in their hands, roaring and whistling, ready to throw them at the women.

Drinks were poured into glasses and onto women’s exposed breasts. Some wished to lick them, to feel their flesh and alcohol on their tongues. 

Some ladies brushed their hands against Logan’s shoulders and arms to get his attention. The fake smiles and lustful gazes did nothing for him. They talked to him and tried to seduce him. He remained focused on his goal. His eyes travelled around the place, trying to glimpse Y/N. 

Flashes of images hit his mind. He remembered it all - the laughs, the drinks, the simple days back in the X-mansion. The day when their lips first touched, he knew he was a goner. 

Logan huffed, anger rising inside of him. Would she sell her body to all those creeps in here? Would she dance for them to make money? The thought of other men touching her body made his blood boil. Logan was sure that if he saw a man touching a piece of Y/N’s skin, he would slice his arm with his claws. 

There was no sign of her. Was the woman from the bar lying to him? Was this a trap? Logan’s fists clenched. He had to be careful. Even a place like this could be dangerous. God knows who’d own this place. 

Somewhere in the haze, he noticed the familiar eyes watching him. Their colours sparkled in the flashing lights. She was like a goddess, walking around the mist and colours with her long satin robe flying around her. Logan could smell her from afar. The scent was overpowering his senses. 

One blink, she was gone. Was he hallucinating? He sighed. His mind had to be playing tricks on him. Or was it her?

Logan.

Her voice rang in his ears. He could smell her more as if she was closer than before. Logan’s body twisted and turned, trying to find her in the crowd. He was sure she was here, watching him like a hawk. 

There was a lingering touch on his shoulder. It moved from one side of the shoulder to the other, fingers lightly pressed against his flannel shirt. He could feel the electric touch that belonged to her. 

 “Y/N,” he breathed her name. No one would be able to hear him over the loud music. “Stop the games.” 

He heard a group of women laugh. His eyes moved to them. They gave lap dances to some businessmen. Their hands were all over their bodies.  

Again, his nose caught Y/N’s scent. It was so close, closer than before. When his eyes looked forward, he could see her in her full glory. He cursed. Was he supposed to be aroused or upset?

First, he noticed the exposed legs and high heels on her feet. Then there was the dazzling dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Her breasts were about to pop out of that damn outfit. And then there was the damn satin robe. Fuck! Her dress was provocative. Compared to the other strippers, Y/N was wearing more than the rest of the ladies in the club. 

What happened to the woman who radiated pure innocence? This was someone else, someone new. Did she have a dark side that decided to wake up from its slumber?

Still, his jeans felt tighter than before. 

His legs moved towards her. Logan got through the dancing women who tried to reach for him some more. They wanted a piece of him. When was the last time a man like him walked into a place like this? His eyes and mind were only on one woman. 

“Don’t run,” he said to himself. He knew Y/N would hear his words. 

Logan knew the game wasn’t over when he heard laughter inside his head. He was close until he wasn’t. She was gone once again. “Dammit, Y/N. Stop this.” 

Again, he felt a pair of hands on his shoulder. This time they pushed him down. His ass ended on something soft, comfortable. It was a chair. Where did that come from? 

“Want a dance?” He felt a hot breath close to his ear. The touch remained. Logan knew this wasn’t a trick. She was behind him. “I can help you relax.”

Logan had enough of her shit. He swiftly grabbed her wrist, pulling her to him. He was impatient. Her face appeared in front of his. He lost his breath for a second. The red lips, the glitter in her hair… he wanted to devour her. There was a smirk plastered on her face. 

“Strip club?” Logan growled. “What the fuck?” 

Y/N lazily climbed on his lap, pressing her core onto his forming erection. She bit her lower lip and rested her hands on his broad shoulders. “What’s the matter, Lo’? Don’t you want to have some fun?” she titled her head, raising a brow. 

He gritted his teeth. “I’ve been looking for you for months,” he said, angry. “And I find you here? Of all places?” 

“It’s good, isn’t it?” she blinked a few times. “Who would have thought that little ol’ me would hide here?” 

His hands gripped her hips tightly. He inhaled her sweet perfume. He needed to get straight to the point before he’d lost his mind. “Why did ya run?”

Y/N glared at him. “What kind of a stupid question is that?” she pushed her body from his a little. She had to get a better look at him. “All of you turned against me. One mishap and I became the villain.” 

Y/N’s mutation evolved into something no one has ever seen before. It brought the attention of other groups that wanted her neck, or power. The Professor admitted she represented something beyond explanation. Inhuman was the word he used? It was new, dangerous. Fingers were pointed, threats had been made. Everyone pushed until she ran from the X-mansion and left everything behind. Now everyone was after her - the X-men, the Avengers and Magneto. Fuck, she even heard that the government wanted her. God knows how many organisations and bounty hunters were trying to get her. Rewards were made. The numbers had seven figures or more. 

Logan’s eyes widen. One of his hands sneaked behind her neck, pulling her closer to him. “I didn’t.”

“Fuck, right,” she rolled her eyes. “When you found out what I could do, you stepped away. I can remember the betrayal in your eyes. Or was it fear? Were you afraid, Logan?” her nose brushed against his. “Were you scared of me or this?” she pointed between them. And then, she pushed away from him. 

His right hand gripped Y/N’s hair and pulled on it, exposing her neck. Logan pressed his nose to it, inhaling her sweet scent. “Don’t ever say shit like that,” he threatened. “I was never scared of what was going between us.” 

Y/N moved her head and pressed her lips to his ear. “Or did you realise you still wanted Jean?” She hit a sensitive spot. There was a history between Jean and Logan. Y/N knew damn well nothing ever happened between them. The redhead’s eyes were only on Scott. And yet, she had to dig into it. 

Logan’s hand moved to her neck, squeezing it. He made her look at him. Even in the dim lights, his eyes darkened. He hated those words that had escaped those pretty red lips. “Stop it,” he growled. “You mean more to me than she ever did.”

Y/N rolled her hips slowly, grinding on his noticeable bulge. Logan moaned with every movement she did. The grip on her throat never loosened. With the flashing lights and changing colours, the tension between them thickened. 

“You are lying,” she challenged him. 

He squinted at her. “You know damn well I don’t lie, princess.” 

Y/N grabbed him by his stupid flannel shirt from all the irritation. “You never reached for me after everything that went to shit!” 

“You destroyed a skyscraper in New York,” he told her with a calmer tone. “A fucking skyscraper. Your mutation evolved with a snap of the fingers. No wonder the shock, the fear or everyone’s need to get their hands on you.” Logan pulled her face closer to his. Their lips almost touching. “Before I could collect my thoughts, process what the fuck had happened and get to you, you ran away.” 

She squinted at him. “You pulled away from me,” she blamed him. 

“I didn’t,” he tightened the grip on her throat. She moaned. “I’ve been looking for you for months - months! You think I’d do that if I pulled away? Do you think I’d pick Jean over you? Don’t think so little of me, princess.” 

A rain of flashing lights started. Logan had the perfect chance to see her face. The red lips, the sparkle in her eyes. He saw the whole universe in them. 

“Why here?” he had to ask. “Of all places, why did you hide here?” 

She showed him her bright smile. “You’d never expect a good girl hiding in a place like this. It kinda worked.” 

And then she snapped her fingers. The people around them stopped moving. They became living statues. The music kept going, the lights still flickered and changed. Logan’s eyes widened. His head moved from side to side. Powerful, that’s what Y/N was. And beautiful. Sexy. Dangerous. Good. Her heart was still good. He had to believe.

Waves of anger flashed through his body. It was still a play. If she wanted to play, he would obey - under his rules. “Tell me, baby girl,” the hand from her throat slid down to her breasts. The other hand joined. They squeezed them through the fabric. It made her hips roll some more. “Did you let any of the guys here touch you?” he tilted his head. 

Her head tilted back as she enjoyed his big hands on her chest. His nose found her pulse on her neck, pressing his lips to it. He sucked a mark on her neck. “Baby girl, you are mine and only mine,” he growled into her ear. 

“What makes you think I’m yours?” she tried to fight back.

“If I was anyone else, you’d use all your powers to get rid of me. Maybe even kill me. You didn’t,” he stated.

“I’d never kill anyone for fun, Logan,” she said. “You know that damn well.” She leaned closer to his face. “I’d never hurt you.” 

Their lips met in a kiss that brought colours to their minds. Each colour represented a different plea. I miss you. I need you. I want you. I love you. It was messy, it was sweet. Their tongues danced and explored. It was needy, it was deep. It’s been months since they last shared a passionate kiss. 

It brought tears to Y/N’s eyes. As much as she wanted to be strong, in front of him, she couldn’t. He was like a home she never had. Her heart ached that she had to leave him. But what was there to do when they all turned against her? She believed Logan did too. 

Logan felt he was falling. Everything around him felt light. And then his back fell onto something soft. The chair under his ass was gone. He grunted, breaking the kiss. There was a bed under his body. “What the shit?” he was confused. “Where are we?” 

“Champagne room,” said Y/N who sat on top of him, still fully clothed. The only thing missing was the satin robe. “For some privacy.” 

He raised a brow. “And here I thought you’d wanted to give those living statues a show.” That’s when he heard laughter from behind the walls. The people were moving again. 

Y/N’s thumb swiped over Logan’s lips. They were stained from the red lipstick she wore. Before she retracted it, he pressed a kiss to it. “Since when did you learn to teleport?” he asked. “Last time I checked, you didn’t know how to do half of what you did today.” 

“Just a mind trick, no teleportation,” she said. 

Logan wrapped his arms around her waist and abruptly jumped on his feet. He held her tightly until he smashed her back against the nearest wall. She lost her breath for a moment. “I’m not fucking you on that disgusting bed. God knows how many people fucked on it before us.” 

“Shame,” she shrugged. “I thought you liked it dirty.” Y/N’s legs clenched around his waist. 

Logan’s lips were back on hers in a hungry kiss. When one of his hands reached down to her covered heath, she moaned into his mouth. “There’s the pretty sound,” he chuckled. His lips moved to her neck where he kissed and nibbled on her skin until he left another mark there. That’s when his fingers found the strap of her thong, ripping it off her in one harsh pull. 

He looked into her eyes, grinning like a devil. “I can feel how wet you are for me, pretty girl.” His middle finger had buried deep inside of her. “Did other men make you this wet?” 

Y/N whined. “I’d never let any other man touch me, Logan,” she confessed. 

He tilted his head. This time, two fingers slipped inside of her, fucking her with them. “Then why hide in a strip club?” He curled his finger, hitting a sweet spot. 

“Ah! I knew no one would ever come looking for me here,” she gasped every time his fingers brushed against the place that made her toes curl. “Fuck, fuck!” 

“Is that so?” he kept questioning her.

She tried to swallow the moans. “I’ve protected the girls from the perves,” she cried. 

“God, you are dripping.” His fingers left her core and went straight to his mouth, tasting her. “Pretty princess, you taste divine,” he smirked. Immediately, his lips pressed against her in a messy kiss. 

His body pressed hers even more onto the wall as one of his free hands went to his jeans to get out his painfully hard dick. He pressed the tip against her entrance, pushing it slowly in. 

“Ah, shit,” she cursed. Her mouth was wide open as she felt every inch of him. 

Once he bottomed out, his lips kissed her gently. “Taking my cock like the good girl you are,” he praised. 

“Logan,” she moaned his name. “Please, fuck me.” 

He pulled out slowly, leaving just the tip in. “Since you asked so nicely,” and he thrust back into her, making her squeal. She clenched around his cock with every move he made. “Doing so good, princess,” he praised her. “Taking me so well.”

It was fast, intense. Before she knew it, Y/N felt her orgasm approaching. One of his hands was already between their bodies, circling her clit. “Fuck, so close,” she mumbled incoherently. “Logan… Logan, please…” 

“Hold it, Y/N,” he ordered. “I’m almost there too.” 

“I… c-can’t,” she whined. Tears appeared in her eyes. The pleasure was surprisingly intense. Many feelings wanted to burst out into the open. Their lips pressed together in a sloppy kiss. He kept pounding into her as they tried to swallow each other’s moans.

What if this was for the last time? What if this would be their goodbye?

Her insides clenched around his cock as she reached her peak. Her breath quickened. She became a moaning mess while he kept fucking her through her orgasm. 

“I’m gonna fill you up, pretty girl,” he announced, staring into her eyes. His breath got lost as the release came, painting the insides of her walls white. The thrusts slowed down until he remained buried inside of her while his cum slowly dripped down his dick. 

Logan’s eyes found hers in a post-orgasmic haze. “So pretty,” he grinned. He watched as she tried to catch her breath. “My beautiful baby girl.”

Slowly, he pulled out of her. Y/N gasped once she felt empty. Carefully, Logan pulled her from the wall and put her legs on the floor. He held her tightly. “Fuck,” she cursed. 

“You good?” he asked. 

Her eyes lifted, meeting his. She smiled at him. “Yes,” she nodded. 

Logan put back his jeans while she fixed her already short, slutty dress. There was silence. With each passing second, it got heavier and more awkward. 

“I love you,” Logan confessed his feelings. One of his hands reached for her cheek, stroking it with a thumb. “I love you, princess. Goddammit, I fucking love you.” 

Her eyes kept scanning his face. These words were never said before. This was new. Y/N’s heart wanted to burst from Logan’s confession. Now that he reciprocated the feelings, she knew she’d do anything for him. 

“Come with me, please. I don’t want you to stay here, of all places,” he frowned. Even though they fucked in a strip club, he wasn’t fond of it.

She sighed. “Everyone wants to get me, Logan,” she said sadly. “Once I leave, the hunt will begin - the Brotherhood, the Avengers, the government. I can’t go back to X-mansion. That’s the first place they’ll check. I can’t endanger the kids.” 

This is what he was looking for. She was still a good woman. “So staying in a strip club is better?” he questioned. “Or are you trying to say you don’t want to be with me? Is that it?” 

Her eyes widen, mouth open. “What? No, no,” she grabbed his big hands, holding them tightly. “I love you, Logan. The only thing I want is to be with you. How can I do that when the world is against me?” 

“You are the most powerful mutant on this planet,” he said. “You can do anything you put your mind to.”

“And that makes me dangerous,” she stated. “Fuck, I put down a whole skyscraper with my powers. It was not my intention to do it, but it happened. People were hurt while I tried to save them. Fuck, Logan, the United Nations are now questioning whether mutants can be trusted again. It’s all my fault.” 

Logan shook his head, not wanting to accept she wouldn’t leave this place. He had to take her home, where she belonged. The school needed her. Everyone in the X-mansion was worried about her. “Baby,” Logan’s arm sneaked around her waist and pulled her closer to him. “We’ll figure something out. I won’t let any of those fuckers take you away from me. I’ll do everything to keep you safe and protected.” 

Her eyes sparkled with tears. “Oh, Logan,” her hand reached for his face, fingers grazing the mutton chops. She chuckled a little. “You are the only man who can pull this off,” she winked at him. “It suits you.” 

“So, what do ya say? Come home with me. That’s where you belong.” 

��Promise me this, Logan - you’ll be on my side, no matter what happens. Please, promise me this,” she pleaded. “Because, genuinely, I am terrified. I don’t want to hurt anyone, but I will if someone tries to get to those I love.” 

He could see it was important to her, to have someone standing by her no matter what. “I promise, princess,” he kissed her knuckles gently. “Fuck, if I could, I would promise you the world.” 

How could this grumpy, dangerous man be such a sweetheart to her? It made her knees weak. He was in love and so was she. “Quick question, how will we get back to X-mansion?” 

Logan licked his lips. “I have a bike parked at a bar where a woman gave me a tip you work here,” her winked at her. 

She made a face. “Yeah, Wendy, she texted me about you,” Y/N winked at him. “I’m mad that you wanted to kill her.”

“Fuck her,” he growled. “Did she write you she was hitting on me?” he raised a brow. 

A simple glare was the answer he needed. “So, does that mean you’ll come with me?” 

“Yes,” she nodded. 

His lips crashed with hers in a loving kiss. Logan’s arms wrapped around her waist, hugging her tightly. “That’s good, baby. Also,” he pressed his lips to her ear. “That little game you played with me when I arrived - hot.” 

Y/N smiled. “It wasn’t planned. I needed to find out your true intentions.” 

“Through the art of seduction?” 

“Something like that.” 

#Logan Howlett x reader #Logan Howlett x female reader #Logan Howlett x reader angst #Logan Howlett x reader fluff #Logan Howlett x reader smut #Logan Howlett #Wolverine #Wolverine x reader #Wolverine x female reader #Marvel fanfiction #X-men fanfiction

[marblemagnolias]

ok so while going home from the grocery store i just had a realization about Lucas and Claus' designs and i'm sorry i just need to share it with more people, spoilers for mother 3 yadda yadda you all know the drill

little drawing courtesy of yours truly not to make it too dry but yk

Claus and Lucas are twins, that much is evident, you can see it even with the small pixel count thanks to their mirrored outfits and similar hairstyles, but you can see Lucas was closer to Hinawa, more coddled, kinder and sensible, by the fact he is blond, while also predominantly wearing yellow and red, with his blue shorts being here to add a slightly cooler part to his design, variety if you will. it also adds a little bit more interst to his design, as well as paralleling Ness and as such confirming his status as protagonist.

the red can be seen another callback to Hinawa, as her outfit is mostly composed of red, while his blond hair, yellow stripes on his shirt and yellow soles and shoelaces are closer callbacks to sunflowers, as well as chapter 3's end text saying he will become a "sun".

the yellow is more overwhelming than the red, as yellow is usually associated with happiness and activity, while red is passion, love and anger. in his design, the red can also be seen as his loving side as a whole, while the darker blue of his shorts by adding a cooler contrast to his outfit possibly hinting a hidden guilt at what happened to Tazmily and his inability to have stopped Claus from going and fighting the Mecha Drago, thus sealing his fate.

a small contrast to his shy and "introverted" personality (as Palutena would say in Palutena's Guidance) his hair shows his whole face, being kept us and as such showing his eyes and expressions to those in game and thus being more visibly expressive in contexts such as Smash as well as art, both official and fanmade. usually a "shy" character would have their face more obscured but tihs again cements Lucas' status as a protagonist and more active character.

While not being a sweet babyboy absolutely all the time, Lucas is also extremely kind, caring and sensible, but still harbors within him an inner rage at what happened to him and how his whole world was destroyed for the mere entertaimnent of someone who doesn't even bother even learning his commander's, Lucas' own brother's, name, only seeing him as a mindless robot here to do his bidding. that's the counterpoint to the red in his design.

Claus meanwhile is predominantly teal/blue and orange, his ginger hair and orange shorts showing more vivacity and anger due to their warmth, recalling a everburning fire, as well as aligning with Lucas by virtue of orange being a mix of yellow and red in mediums such as painting. His blue shoes and teal stripes add a cooler, maybe colder side, more ruthless, something that you can see in his decision to kill the mecha drago who killed Hinawa and his future transformation into a chimera.

However as a child he still wears yellow stripes, yet again a callback to sunflowers, showing that he too is Hinawa's son, he is Lucas' brother. This part will finally be erased in his chimera form under the black/dark gray jacket with only his pants remaining orange, as such only showing his cold, robotic aspect while keeping the physically active, familiar and yet more dangerous aspect of his design.

when Lucas is dressed in his commander uniform, his jacket isn't gray but brown, keeping his warmer and more human, empathetic and loving side while paralleling Claus' design, also wearing orange pants as well as bluer shoes to go against Claus' full gray and orange/yellow getup.

you can also somewhat see a callback to sunflowers yet again in Lucas' commander unifirm with the brown jacket recalling sunflower cores, usually brown themselves.

as an addition, i do know the yellow stripes are probably more of a callback to Ness' striped shirt to show yet again the maincharacter aspect of Lucas and Claus' importance as Lucas' brother, but i think next to the sunflower aspect it shows that his phantom will loom over much of the game: Flint constantly searching for him thus in turn neglecting Lucas, his role as the Masked Man and ability to use PK Love and removing the needles just like Lucas, who cannot even recognize him anymore, the two pillows in their bed remaining even after he got taken by the pigmasks and his small shoes remaining in the drawer, a lingering hope yet deep sadness to his absence. the yellow stripes are pretty much the only identical aspect of Claus and Lucas' designs, and his absence is felt deep, so deep.

Flint misses Hinawa and Claus so much.

Lucas misses Hinawa and Claus so, so much.

#mother 3 #lucas mother 3 #claus mother 3 #masked man mother 3 #sorry i um. i ummmm. i have autism (real and diagnosed) #me when i love a baby boy character #mother series #sorry for yapping i just wanted to get all of this out #useless talking

[gobbogoo]

Peppino's Spaghetti's Hypothetical Smash Moveset:

Jab:

A three-hit jab based on the various ways he kicks and punches enemies. Notably, the first part of this jab sends him forwards a few steps, making it close gaps. It can also be held down to turn into a rapid jab, based off an unused animation.

Forward Tilt:

A golf swing, knocking opponents upwards. Utilizes a sword/like disjointed hitbox.

Down Tilt:

Peppino's little zip-through-gaps move. Not too much knockback or damage, but a solid combo starter that can let you slip under attacks.

Up Tilt:

An upwards slap, based on one of Peppino's many unused animations. Combos with the forward tilt at low percentages.

Dash Attack:

A mach-run style headbutt. It gives his head complete invincibility as he does it, allowing him to punch through projectiles or attacks.

Forward Smash:

A shotgun blast. Not as huge as the original, but it IS disjointed. It's slow to come out, requiring Peppino to pull out his shotgun.

Down Smash:

Peppino's sweet breakdance skills. Classic down smash that whacks opponents on either side. Good horizontal reach but no vertical reach, making it good for ledge-trapping but easy to punish.

Up Smash:

Peppino's Super Taunt. Turns his body into a big, up-sending hitbox. Quick to come out, but low active frames and a longer endlag.

Neutral Air:

A spin move based off Peppino's aerial attack when he gets the Devil's Choice pizza. Fast and safe, but with a small hitbox, demanding aggression.

Up Air:

Guest-Starring Mort! A big disjoint great for juggling.

Down Air:

Peppino's dive. While it does basically no damage, it comes out basically instantly and can be cancelled out of, making it a very useful utility.

Forward Air:

His aerial shoulder-bash. Similar to the dash attack it grants a moment of invincibility on his arm, allowing it to punch through attacks. This is balanced by a split-second delay in its execution where it can be interrupted, demanding timing. It also sends you forwards, which can be a handy recovery tool OR an easy way to launch yourself into the abyss.

Back Air:

Use Peppino's unused pizza cutter for an attack. The hitbox is somewhat disjointed, making it one of your very few poking tools.

Forward Special:

Peppino's iconic grab dash. Interrupts movement and acts as a command grab, allowing Peppino to carry his opponent and launch them in a direction of his choosing.

If grabbed in the air, it can be turned into a pile-driver with a downwards input, with damage and knockback increasing depending on how long the move takes to hit the ground.

While powerful, it can be interrupted with a disjointed hitbox or if struck in the few frames before its execution. It also possess a lot of end-lag if it misses, ESPECIALLY if used in the air.

Neutral Special:

Peppino's taunt/parry. Comes out very fast, freezes him in place, and unique in that it can be used to interrupt Peppino's other moves during their initial wind-up frames. Once the move ends (;provided he hasn't been hit) Peppino resumes doing whatever it interrupted, including maintaining his momentum. While a very powerful mixup tool, it DOES have fickle timing and a good second of end-lag if it misses, meaning timing it wrong can get you whacked.

The parry itself does very little damage and has fixed knockback. Its primary use is not to deal damage, but to negate it.

Up Special:

His uppercut move, which grants him invincibility during its use. If utilized on the ground, it instead uses his super jump. While the super jump itself isn't too effective catching opponents in the air, it CAN be used to duck attacks due to how heavily is squishes Peppino's hitbox. It also temporarily removes Peppino's player collision, allowing enemies to move over him and get struck when he jumps.

Down Special:

His bodyslam. If he does it from high enough in the air, it'll grant him invincibility until he hits the ground similar to Kirby's rock attack.

Grab:

As you'd expect, Peppino's grab is very powerful, with excellent reach and powerful throws. His pummel involves slapping the opponent repeatedly, again using an unused animation:

Like the game's climax, Peppino loses his goddamn mind and charges into his enemy. If he connects, he proceeds to beat the cheese out of them, and ends with his legendary pile driver.

Bonus Stuff:

Spot-Dodge:

Knocked Over:

Fight Intro:

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[hsficrecommendation]

Hello Everyone! This is masterlist #4 (June of 2023!) for the all fics I have reblogged on this side blog I hold super close to me. Remember to leave feedback and reblog all the writings below!

Also, a huge thank you to all the writers mentioned, I adore you so very much and I hope you keep writing for yourselves <3

••• JUNE •••

Valentine's Day | Y/N receives a special candy gram on Valentine’s Day. - @nationalharryleague

French Fries | Harry kept glancing at her as he drove. “M’sorry about our date,” he whispered. “I don’t know what you’re apologizing for,” she shrugged and reached over to squeeze his arm while he held the steering wheel. “I had a lovely time.” - @1d1195

Shy | Close | Motherly Love | Don't Leave Me | Mother's Day | ♡ When Harry runs into a perfect stranger at a supermarket, he doesn’t know what to expect. After having been single for over a year and raising Amelia without a mother, dating somebody new feels impossible… that is, until she wins over the heart of his daughter. - @harry-writings

Vogue Beauty Secrets | Actress!Y/N does the Vogue Beauty Secrets video, and Harry decides to help. - @astranva

Gonna be Better in the Morning | Jeff and reader get into a fight and Harry takes Jeff's side. (As always, there is a happy ending with lots of comforts) - @harryhoney-bee

Work of Art | A cute little fluffy artist!Harry piece with a hint of angst! - @nationalharryleague

Update | The Best Present | Harry falls for a mysterious girl from YouTube. - @watchmegetobsessed

When The Levee Breaks | You're a waitress and Harry is being stood up. - @songbirdstyles

Playball | ♡ The reader owns a bakery and hates baseball, but what happens when her town’s bigshot MLB player walks into her bakery and she finds herself catching feelings unaware of his occupation? - @writingsbymarie

The Con Artist | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | ♡ You're a wanted criminal and when Harry Styles, the detective on the case, finally catches up to you- he finds it difficult to resist your charms. - @gurugirl

Baby Steps | You’re Harry’s son's therapist, and he isn’t the only one you end up helping. - @enthusiasticharry

Mute | ♡♡ Where Harry doesn’t talk and falls in love with Y/n. - @harry-writings

Score and Smash | In which their university holds an annual boy vs girl football match, the highly anticipated game of the year has arrived and Harry and Y/N hate each other just as equally until Y/N is under Harry.

Quid Pro Quo | Another lawyer!Harry. Technically six years before this piece. Enemies to lovers with plenty of angst! - @talesofstyles

Six Months (Part 23) | ♡ Layla desperately needs a vacation and her Aunt and Uncle come to her rescue. So, at twenty two, she packs her bag and jets off to America. Harry took a break from education and is now a full fledged content creator on OnlyFans. At twenty, he makes more money than almost all of his friends. What ensues when these two meet and realise the windows in their rooms face each other? How will paper airplanes bring them closer together? - @fishnets-fingers

2022 : Masterlist #1 , #2 , #3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. 2023 : Masterlist #1, 2, 3 (June masterlist would be continued in the next list!)

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[sturncrazy]

LIFE OF THE PARTY PRT 2 🔥ish

- Chris Sturniolo x y/n (fem)

- KINDA smutty 16+

- warnings: uhh making out heavily and a little rough. and some touching whatnot. oh also language.

- authors note: this one’s a tad smut, so if that’s not your vibe, don’t read it. AH OK nervous to post this one but here!

- word count: 1,516 w

summary: you and chris, your least favorite person ever, end up getting sent to 7 minutes in heaven after the game of spin the bottle does not go in your favor…but things between the two of you escalate.

oh and here’s part one of u didn’t read

and part three for when ur done!

You moved in and the door was immediately slammed behind you by another player.

“OKAY YOU TWO 7 minutes starts now…don’t do anything stupid” they chuckled

You stood shoulder to shoulder with chris, both of your backs against the wall, completely unsure of what to do. The room was dark except for the small sliver of light pouring in through the crack in the door. You stole a glance at Chris and could only barely make out his features in the darkness. The silence became too much for you so you cleared your throat hoping any sound would be enough to inspire at least something.

“D’worry.” Chris started, still not looking in your direction. “I’m not actually excepting anything to happen in here.”

“Oh…okay. yeah no me too” you fibbed wiping your sweating palms on your skirt. guess it really was just you who’d read something into that last kiss. stupid. there was another silent pause before he muttered.

“I knew you’d be scared shitless of 7 minutes in heaven anyways”

“what’d you say?”

“nothing…just that i knew you’d never actually do this sorta thing when people weren’t watching you….judging you. not capable of having fun, remember?” He said sarcastically actually looking at you for the first time

“seemed like you were having fun during that last kiss” you taunted with a sudden flood of guts

“Wha—well—guess i’m just a good kisser” he fumbled. had you actually managed to to make chris nervous?

“yeah sure that’s what it was” you mocked

“we’ll i’m sorry a little spin the bottle make out was too hot and heavy for you to handle. pardon me, miss vanilla…probably saving yourself for marriage or some shit”

“vanilla? please you wouldn’t even be able to handle me if you tried” you snapped, immediately being shocked by your own words. The tension in the room was electric. You could hear Chris’s breathing sharpen as he processed your statement. He swallowed loudly in a moment of quiet before responding.

“you’re wrong.” he said flatly.

“huh?” you mumbled, still mulling over your own statement from earlier.

“i said, you’re wrong. I could handle you”

you felt your mouth go dry and you heart start racing as you turned to look at him in the barely there light. he wet his lips with his tongue before chewing on his lower lip as he continued to stare at the floor, his chest rising and falling quickly. your mind was speeding, but one thing was clear. you wanted him. badly. maybe even needed him. and this was the only chance you might get.

“prove it” you challenged staring at him. he turned to look at you finally, his eyes wide. his mouth dropped open slightly looking for something to say, but apparently coming up short. you reveled in this new found sense of power. you had him in the palm of your hand.

“I said, prove it” you stated again, calmly.

Chris’s eyes searched yours for a second desperately before you grabbed a fistful of his shirt fabric and pulled him in to you. your lips smashed together in a passionate kiss before pulling apart, stopping with your faces inches apart from each other, breathing heavily. you waited wanting to give him the next move. he didn’t disappoint. he pushed his lips back against yours and slammed your body up against the other side of the wall, grabbing at your waist hungrily. You were taken aback by this sudden aggressive side of him. It was hot to feel how needy he suddenly was for you. You let in a sharp inhale at the feeling of him lightly biting down and pulling at your bottom lip, giving him a chance to slip his tongue into your open mouth. one of his cold hands slid up higher to the space of your waist between your skirt and top to the exposed part of your skin, gripping at your warm flesh sending shivers down your spine. as the other held the side of your face and neck in place all the while exploring your mouth with his tongue.

You ran your hands up his chest and around his neck to the back of his hair. You felt his breathing unsteady at the new sensation, which made you wrap your fingers through the locks of his hair and pull slightly. He let out a small groan into your mouth that made you feel heat start to form between your legs. But you couldn’t let him know what he was doing to you just yet. you pulled away from his lips just enough to whisper to him

“still no fun, chris?”

“Shut up and keep kissing me” he growled back. you obliged immediately, latching back onto his lips. he ran a hand down past your skirt to your thigh, gripping it tightly. It sent fireworks through your body and you let out a small pathetic whimper. he chuckled at this a little before pushing your hair behind your shoulder with his other hand, giving him access to your neck. he squeezed your thigh so tight it stung as he moved his mouth to your neck. He left sloppy wet kisses all over the most sensitive parts of your vulnerable skin making you moan again and pull at his hair, impossibly trying to bring him closer to your body. hearing your apparent enthusiasm only made chris want more and he began to bite and suck just above your collarbone.

This was too much for you to handle and the space between your legs cried for some sort of friction to ease your desperation. you rolled your hips forward, the one leg still in his grip now slightly wrapped around him, bringing your lower halves slack together and pushed against him harshly. you felt chris’s body shudder against you and the hot air of him gasping against your neck.

“fuck. don’t do that” He said freezing against your skin, not moving.

“what?” you breathed out, still focused on mainly trying to satisfy your own torturous build up, pushing up slightly against him again.

He sucked through his teeth hissing at your movement before shooting up to face you, grabbing your jaw.

“I said. Don’t fucking do that again” he repeated looking distressed. you felt a smirk start to creep across your face as you realized the effect you were having on him.

“Chris don’t tell me just a little kissing got you all hot and bothered” you taunted not breaking eye contact

“fuck you y/n” he said not moving. you slowly leaned back in to kiss him gently, your hips now against the wall a safe gap between the two of you. He kissed you back, seemingly falling for your sudden act of innocence. you started to slip your hands from around his neck down his chest lowering them slowly down his stomach towards his hips. He let out a small whine. you moved one hand past his waistband and down to his clothed crotch, immediately feeling his painfully hard length pressing against his jeans.

“nnggh oh god” he groaned at slight touch of your hand. you fake gasped as you teased

“chris are you hard for me already” against his lips. he let out a strained half laugh

“I hate you” he rasped

“that’s not what it feels like to me” you said softly as you started to palm him lightly through his pants.

“oh fuck” he moaned as he collapsed slightly against you, burying his head into the crook of your neck breathing heavily. His dick strained and throbbed through the layers of restricting fabric against your hand.

“ALRIGHT LAST MINUTE GUYS” a voice shouted from outside the door, reality checking you. You began to pull your hand away and chris latched his onto your wrist.

“don’t stop y/n” he snarled. you made a fake yawn sound planning it painfully cool as you teased him yet again.

“sorryyy times up chris. guess you couldn’t handle it” you said pushing him off of you and toying with a bracelet on your wrist. without warning he grabbed your wrists swiftly with one hand, slamming your hands above your head and kissed you heavily again. he pulled back still restraining you

“oh i can handle you any day, baby” he said before moving his free hand up the inner part of one of your thigh. he stared into your eyes and he slowly slid his fingers up higher to your desperate heat. Finally he reached the thin lacey fabric of your thong covering you. you pathetically moaned again, finally being touched where your body was screaming with need. he rubbed gently against your hardly covered folds. and let out a chuckle.

“fucking soaked for me already and i didn’t even have to do anything”

“sh-shut up chris” you struggled to get out. he let out a small laugh again.

“please if i had you in here for just a little while longer i’d have you screaming my name in minutes” he said before pulling off you just in time for the door to swing open.

—————————————————————————

uhhh so what we thinking….actual smut part three?

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[fairyofshampgyu]

Now live ! Stream: 6

Genre: smut, camboy au, college au, crack

Pairing: camboy! Beomgyu x gn reader (afab when smut)

Warnings: camboy, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, dry humping, top! gyu, nipple play

Synopsis: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he even goes to the same uni as you, is in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?

Word count: 2.5k

You’d gotten a lot closer to taehyun and kai recently, coming over to hangout with them and beomgyu, playing board games and card games drunkenly for hours on end. They were extremely funny and you really gelled with Kai and taehyun, enjoying your new found friends thanks to beomgyu.

The christmas concert was only nearing as well, but you and beomgyu were certain it was going to go more than smoothly, having sorted pretty much everything for it and rehearsals sounding perfect with the ensemble now that everyone was confident on their parts. You were actually really excited for it.

You’ve also still been helping beomgyu film his streams and managing his channel, but you also showing up on his streams seemingly only a one time thing. You hadn’t really spoken about it since you fucked him, thinking it would be a little awkward. It was only a spur of the moment thing, right? But you do know that it had gained masses amounts of views and money since it was the first time anyone else had ever been with him and they all loved seeing him actually get fucked when it had just been him for the longest time. You’d see comments every now and then asking what happened to the other unknown person and that they really wanted to see them both again on a stream together.

“Y/n!! You’re playing against me! Come on!” Beomgyu calls out to you, grabbing the controller and tossing the other to you. You were currently at Kai’s place hanging out for the nth time this week, game chosen first for you all to play, the classic Tekken.

You roll your eyes but take a seat next to him, selecting your preferred character, beomgyu choosing Lee as you pick the map. You both narrow your eyes intensely and side eye each other as the words ‘GET READY FOR THE NEXT BATTLE!” played across the screen and your characters said their little cringey intro lines at each other, huening kai and taehyun whispering and placing bets, giggling behind you both like little schoolgirls as they excitedly watched.

“You’re going to get absolutely obliterated, y/n.” Beomgyu turns to you, cocky grin slowly etching onto his face as he dramatically gestures with his hand about slicing your neck.

“Shiver me timbers. You’re so scary.”

And so the trash talking ensues as you both intensely play the first round, landing hits and dodging attacks until beomgyu evilly and suspiciously laughs and then uses some weird combo and your character is dead. He laughs even more at your shocked face.

“Whatever. It’s only the first round, beomgyu.” You say, rolling your eyes at him.

And you start the second round, beomgyu somehow cornering you and repeatedly hitting blows to your character. “Looks like I’m about to win again, y/n.” Beomgyu smirks, very content and smug. But you somehow get out of it and corner his character instead, repeatedly kicking and punching until the words ‘K.O!’ appears for him.

“HA! Take that, you little bitch!” You turn to laugh now and mock him and kai and taehyun do the same to beomgyu, finding it hilarious.

Beomgyu huffs and sticks his tongue out. “You just got lucky.”

The final rounds seems like it last forever, both of you smashing the buttons at record speeds, tension in the air palpable, visibly sweating and Kai hiding behind taehyun in fear and anxiousness when it’s too tense, both of them letting out commentries and dramatic gasps.

You and beomgyu are on your last legs, either of you could die any second, both of you on the same level of health.

“Ahh! I can’t watch! I can’t watch!” Huening kai puts his hands up to cover the screen and taehyun does the same, screeching, not looking but looking.

You don’t know which one of you dies until the game yells ‘K.O!!!!’ and it’s your character.

Beomgyu dramatically jumps up from the sofa, hysterically screaming and laughing and running around the room that he won, doing a silly little dance and coming up close to you to teasingly pull faces.

He’s so annoying. You don’t know why you find yourself smiling a little instead at his antics though.

“Okay so which one of you bet on me winning!” Beomgyu points to taehyun and huening kai. “Ah really, I’m just too good. I bet both of you did.” Beomgyu flicks his hair.

“Um no one did…We didn’t think you’d win at all.”

Beomgyu gasps and clutches his chest, “I cannot believe this is how I get treated every day. No one has any faith in me!” Beomgyu dabs at fake tears. “I’m just a kind soul and I get bullied everyday by EVIL people.”

“I demand a rematch!” You shout, still not wanting to accept beomgyu won.

“No it’s our turn now! I’m not sitting through that again!” Taehyun says, him and kai taking the two controllers.

You sit close to beomgyu so you could both share the small blanket together, cozying up a bit too much, shoulders and legs touching but you liked it. It was nice and warm. It was only because the blanket wasn’t big enough anyway. You’ve found beomgyu being a lot more clingier lately though. You see huening Kai and taehyun exchange a knowing look. You wonder what that was about.

You were on a bench outside with Chaewon, hot drinks in both your shivering hands as you talked in between your lectures, chaewon waiting for her next one which would start in a few minutes.

You spot beomgyu with yeonjun and a group of people gushing and giggling around him again, watching as he smiled and talked animatedly.

“Y/n, remember he’s a fuckboy don’t fall for him.” Chaewon catches you staring, grinning.

“I’m not!”

“Really? Because it looks like you’re giving him ooga booga heart eyes.”

“What the f…I am not! A-and he’s different-“

“Oh no. You’re not turning into those weird, delusional ‘I can change him’ people are you? Please stop oh my god or I fear we can’t be friends for longer.”

“But he is different!”

“You’re way past the help stage, dear lord. You are delusional.”

You sigh, defeated and unable to try and make yourself not sound weird. It’s little times like these that you’d love to tell your friend chaewon what’s actually happening and that beomgyu is actually Angel but you can’t. You swore to beomgyu you wouldn’t tell anyone he’s a camboy.

“Anyway I gotta go now so see ya.” Chaewon says and you both get up, saying your goodbyes that actually turn into another long conversation and both of you eventually leaving to walk in opposite directions.

As you walk back to your place though, you feel a snowball hurled at your shoulder. You turn around, ready to scold whatever silly teenage boy thought it was funny to do that only to see beomgyu in return, badly hiding behind a tree and laughing and giggling uncontrollably. That’s it.

You chase after him as he shrieks, picking up snow from the grounds to mould into a ball and throwing it at him as he ducks behind trees, cold air shivering your skin but you felt some kind of warmth in your body when you saw beomgyu bounding ahead, his hair bouncing as he laughed, feet sinking into the snow as he tried to run but it was very slow since there was so much of the snow. Goddamn it. Why was he so annoying and endearing.

You both fire snowballs at each other until you make a particularly solid and heavy one, threatening to throw it at him as you grin.

“Y/n, that’s literally just a block of ice. Please. I’m too young and handsome to die!” Beomgyu puts his hands in surrender and fear.

But you throw it at him anyway, he makes a dramatic pained groan before taking his revenge and piling up an absolutely massive and densely packed one, maliciously smiling at you as he chases after you.

He hits at your back and you’re pretty sure it would actually leave some kind of mark, Jesus but see it as a great opportunity, fake collapsing to the ground, pretending to be hurt.

“HA HA—oh shit, y/n? Did you die?” Beomgyu runs to your lying self, feeling guilty and concerned. “Are you okay? I didn’t think it would be that hard I’m so sorry.” He searches your eyes anxiously and helps you up, holding your body close.

Then you let out a short chuckle until you can’t stifle it anymore and laugh manically, holding onto your stomach. Beomgyu blinks at you once, twice until he rolls his eyes when he realises and playfully shoves you back to the ground. “Got me worried over you for nothing, you evil shit!”

“You gotta admit it was funny.”

“Fuck you.” He shakes his head at you, mouth slowly curling into a grin.

As you both took turns showering at your place, ridding yourself of your cold and damp clothes, beomgyu sat on your bed with a serious gaze.

“Y/n. Let’s talk.”

“What about?”

“I know it might be too much to ask and you can say no but ever since we…fucked on that one stream we got a load of money and new viewers. It really blew up and they really want to see us both again, you probably noticed.” Beomgyu pauses, trying to articulate his words. “And…and I think we should do it again. Just doing solo can get boring after a while, there’s less you can play around with than with someone else and I think it’s a strong new direction to take on the channel. We’ll both be getting a lot more money. But you can definitely say no though! I totally get why you wouldn’t want to.” Beomgyu quickly adds, flying his hands in the air.

You know you had thought about it before but you’re not sure if you did actually want to be full on working with beomgyu like that, for everyone to see and open for people to say whatever they want. You know you’ve definitely seen some viewers say not very kind things to beomgyu sometimes and you would just report and filter them out. It could be a lot and also risky trying to hide personal information about yourself. But then again, you’d be making a lot of money and when you did do it, that one time, you have to admit you really liked it. You’d literally be fucking Angel, guy of your (wet) dreams for literal years and getting money for it.

“Okay. We can try it out and see.” Reluctantly, you nod your head.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. we can try and see how we feel about it. We could film it now, it’s a been while since a stream.”

So you both set the camera up, pressing the button to go live, already hundreds and hundreds of viewers swarming in and blowing up the comment section at the sight of you again, all of them excited and already tipping you both.

You straddle his lap and kiss him, trailing hot kisses down his neck as he softly moans at the contact of his crotch with you and starts humping up and rubbing up against you none stop, weakly holding onto your hips and whimpering into your mouth as you both continued to grind, rolling your hips on his and his dick only hardening in his pants as you both rutted against each other.

“Fuck me, baby.” You lay down on the bed and beomgyu stares at you dumbfounded between your legs.

“B-but I’ve never-” Beomgyu sheepishly averts your gaze.

“It’s okay, you’re so cute.” You hold onto his waist to bring him closer and stroke his wet dick a few times before you take it in your hand and bring it your entrance, moving forwards yourself to slowly sheath his dick into you, filling you up and beomgyu yelps at the feeling, body jerking.

He holds on to you tight, his face falling into the crook of your neck and moaning as you grip his hips, guiding him to fuck into you. Hips snapping into yours without experience and no rhythm and you can feel him practically drooling on your neck, already such a mess.

“S-so good…ah ahh…” Beomgyu eyes nearly roll out of his head as you grips his hips again and make him thrust into you so fast and hard and he lets out continuous strangled moans.

You pull at his hair to bring his face back up and away from your neck, he only looks at you with dazed eyes and a slurred groan as you roughly pull him into kiss, biting at his lower lip and he lets you dominate the kiss, still tugging at his hair.

“Can’t you fuck me better than this, Angel? Or are you just a pathetic virgin?” You pull away.

He shakes his head, lip wobbling, “I can, I can!” Beomgyu starts to try and fuck you harder, thrusts and pace becoming entirely erratic, rutting into you dumbly and cluelessly as tears roll down his heated cheeks in embarrassment and you know he won’t last long.

You move your hands up his chest and he shivers, pace staggering and chest heaving as you touch his nipples, flicking and rolling at the buds and he breathes heavily as he cries and moans, movements sloppy and desperate.

“C-can’t fuck you…am p-pathetic…” Beomgyu shakes his head and cries and wails, “close, gonna…”

You take one of his pretty nipples into your mouth and suck, swirling your tongue and your hand going to circle at your own clit so you can cum with him.

Beomgyu hides his face in your neck again, attempting to muffle his loud whine as he spills his cum all in your pussy as you do too, clamping around him and he stills his movements as he shakes, collapsing and holding onto you so tight as he gasps and tries to calm down his breathing.

You grab the camera again to film his pretty post-orgasm face, trying to pry his face and body away from you so you could film him but he doesn’t budge, refusing to let you go and instead, nuzzling his face more in your neck and clinging tighter onto you, whining at you for trying to get him off.

You switch the live off, cluelessly and a little awkwardly stroking his soft hair, “Gyu…we need to clean up.” But the only response you get is his soft snores. You sigh, knowing you’d have to be the one to clean you both up but you don’t have the heart to get him off you just yet, looking so cute absolutely knocked out. You can’t help caressing his soft cheek slowly with your thumb and he leans into it.

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[ashwhowrites]

Hey, pretty girl, I've got a request for you!

I was wondering if you'd do one where Eddie accidentally finishes early. Like he's been talking up his game all day, then they finally get to play and within 5 minutes he busts.

Obviously doesn't end there (like Eddie would ever let his partner go unsatisfied), but I'll leave those details up to you. 😚😚💋

I tried my best to keep this gn!reader :)

( then messed up and had to fix it so hopefully I caught it all )

Pretty short so I'd say it's kinda like a blurb! I wanted to keep the gn!reader so I didn't talk much about their pleasure at the end <3

I hope this is what you were looking for and you like it 🩷 never proofread

Eddie cums in seconds

Y/N was away on a business trip, and that left Eddie alone, bored and very unsatisfied. He texted them everyday and called every night but he missed them so much. Another thing Eddie enjoyed doing was teasing. With the distance between them, Eddie thought it'd be fun to talk about all the nasty things he'd do to them once they got home.

Y/N took the bait and spent many nights squirming in bed, waiting for the day they get to go back home.

~~~

The moment they made it through the front door, Eddie had them slammed against it. Quick greetings shared as they smashed their lips against each other. Eddie shoved his leg between Y/N's legs, and gripped their hips. Eddie slipped his tongue in their mouth, Y/N immediately grinding down on Eddie's thigh.

It was all fast, heated and rushed, but neither cared. Y/N's body was growing fuzzy and their head was getting dizzy. The pleasure of Eddie gripping their hips and helping them move against his thigh had them moaning and panting against Eddie's tongue.

Eddie pulled away for air, using that time to yank off his clothes, Y/N followed, their body missing the feeling of Eddie's thigh already.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you, pretty little thing " Eddie growled, his hand cupping their jaw in a harsh grip. Y/N moaned at his words. Eagerly yanking their jaw out of his grasp and dropping to their knees.

They moaned seeing his red, leaking cock. Aching to be touched. They slowly kissed around his tip, kitten licking the small amount of precum. They whined once they tasted a little bit of him on their tongue. Eddie was gasping about them, hands digging into their hair as he desperately bucked his hips. Y/N took the hint and opened their mouth. Taking Eddie in slowly, inch by inch.

Eddie left one hand in their hair and the other holding himself up, palm flat against the door. Y/N was taking him further and Eddie could feel his insides tightening. He blinked over and over, trying his best to calm his body but he was so lost in the feeling.

"Fuck" he hissed. Y/N was always a tease, but they must have missed him because they didn't waste any time. They were gagging on him, keeping him in the back of their throat the best they could. Coming up for tiny breaths of air before sucking on his cock again.

Eddie's head was spinning, their back was to the door thudding against it when Eddie rocked his hips against them. Wrong move

Before Eddie could even acknowledge what was happening, he spilled down their throat. They were caught off guard, immediately coughing against him with wide eyes. They regained their posture and swallowed his cum, slowly pulling away.

They coughed some more and stood up, a questioning look in their eyes.

"I'm sorry, fuck, I didn't even feel it coming." He apologized, pecking their lips softly.

"It's alright, Eds. Just a little surprised." They giggled. But even if Eddie already came, he wouldn't leave his partner in the dust.

"Your turn." He smirked, dropping to his knees as he nudged their thighs apart. Mouth immediately sucking on their thighs.

Eddie came first, but they came last.....about three times.

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[hyuukais]

Waiting

Finally, after many busy weeks, you’d be getting to see your boyfriend again. Beomgyu was coming home for an entire weekend. However, you were still stuck at the worst part of his return, the waiting.

word count: 1.5k

genres: beomgyu x streamer!reader, slice of life, fluff, insinuations of angst

warnings: language, mentions of executive dysfunction, reader plays zelda specifically botw because i do not have totk 👎👎👎👎

author: FINALLY SEEING THE LIGHT OF DAY !! hopefully i will have more content coming soon im just in a major slump atm 😔 also shoutout to @ssunnae & @bobariki sunny and rue thank you both so so much for beta-reading this !!

The colorful LEDs shift along the floorboards, currently a fog of purple misting the floor. Trickles of soft mood music set the low-light room into its sleepy atmosphere. Two large monitors illuminate your face in blue light, aided by a small ring light situated to your left. Amid the calm, an underwhelming rage slowly fizzles up in your throat.

“Oh come on; not right now, please!” The sudden battle music picking up in your headphones sends you into a panic as an enemy health bar appears at the top of the screen. Rain crashes on Link, lightning streaking across in pixels. Your fingers smash around frantically, trying to run away as the Lynel begins to draw its bow.

“Please please please please, don’t-” Unable to draw a weapon or get away, a hard strike lighting descends on the character. The hearts filling the top left of the screen go dark.

“God-fuck!” Red light blinds your eyes with the large “Game Over” fading onto the screen. Your head slams down onto the desk, the top of it all that’s left in view of the camera. The long-winded groan that leaves you is still picked up well by your mic. Chat messages fly fast along your monitor; many expressing their simple sympathy for your defeat, others instead laughing at the situation.

Slowly drawing yourself back up, you catch on the monitor displaying the stream and take a moment to look at everything. “Man…I know I said today was only gonna be Zelda but…this is already the 7th time I’ve died.” Your words trail into a whining laugh. More comments flood the chat. Some call out your terrible playing, some suggest other ideas for the rest of the stream, and many are just extremely off-topic.

“I’m not usually this bad! I don’t know what’s happening to me.” You were out of it today, unfocused, and part of you knew why. “I guess…I dunno, I think I’m just tired!”

This space-y feeling had been following you all day. It was the sort of distance your brain felt when experiencing executive dysfunction. Stuck in a loop of boredom; waiting for something, anything. Struggling to do anything, but still wanting to. Oftentimes, it was hard to discern a particular reason for the feeling, maybe burnout or simply worms in your brain. Today, however, you could easily guess the reason. Today, there was something to wait for. After more than a few weeks apart, Beomgyu would finally be coming over.

You and your boyfriend were both busy people; both public figures in your own right. Although, his schedule as an idol was arguably stricter than yours as a streamer. Between the end of the North America leg of the tour, preparing for their Japanese comeback, and the new single, you hadn’t seen Beomgyu face-to-face in close to a month. It was like spending a month in hell. A month without having his hands in yours, body wrapped in your arms, lips painting your skin, heartbeat beneath your fingers; the reminders that he was real and he was all yours. So, now that you’ll finally get him all to yourself for a whole weekend, your brain was searching for any way to skip to having him back in your arms. Hence, why Link has died more than five times by your incompetence.

“Maybe-uh-why don’t we switch gears? Maybe Zelda was a bad idea.” Considering your head space, streaming today in general may not have been the best of your ideas; you still felt bad for skimping out on a regularly scheduled stream. You also kind of hoped streaming would give you some distraction from sitting by the front door like a puppy.

You click around, filling the screen up with your face as you exit the game. “Hmm…what about…animal crossing? Minecraft? Thoughts, chat?”

You watched message after message fly by, all varying that you don’t actually reach a consensus with them.

“I think…hmm…” You watch a moment more, “Okay, I think we’re gonna do Minecraft.”

Once again, your face cam is moved to the corner as your PC feed takes up the stream. The ambient music takes over for your voice, filling up the silence as things load. Grass blocks and wood load in first before the sudden appearance of buildings. You spawn near a small farm you last left off building.

This wasn’t the world you usually streamed from; preferring the action a survival world provided for content. Actually, this was a world you’d created and built with Gyu, and some of the other members much after you invited them. Although, your audience didn’t need to know any of that. “I’m just going to stick to creative this time, chat. Something…calmer, y’know.”

Soon enough, you find yourself sinking into a rhythm with the music. You keep working on the farm you left unfinished, fixing it up with the build of a greenhouse. Little commentary is provided; small tidbits here and there as you casually speak to yourself. Humming to the music at times and finding some focus on small tasks.

Your headspace shifting from inattentive to hyper-fixated, you’re not particularly tuned into any noise besides what’s pumping in your head. Perhaps that’s why you don’t notice the usual creak of the hallway floorboards or the awful squeaking of your office door. You don’t even see all of the chat messages taking note of those very things. Rarely looking away from the game, there’s no note in your mind of the torso slowly creeping up behind your chair; head just out of camera view, hands sneaking up to your headset.

It’s sudden, the relieving of pressure against your ears, the disappearance of your soft tunes, the realization that there is a person in your home and they are standing behind you.

Your scream is shrill and unending. The whiplash from how fast your turn around would have your head spinning if not for the new pumps of adrenaline coursing through you.

There, standing behind you, wearing the stupidest little cocky smile, is the cause of all your problems. Beomgyu was smart enough to keep his face just outside of the camera, hiding his identity from any viewers. Still, with pretty much the rest of him in frame, this is the largest glimpse your audience has ever gotten of your boyfriend. The chat reacts accordingly to such a realization.

You scramble around to mute your microphone and cover your camera; cutting off your connection as more and more chat messages fly faster along the screen. Nothing else matters though, as you spin your chair around to face the man looking down at you. He’s smiling still, eyes crinkled up and lips split wide. The way you leap at him sends him stumbling back.

Beomgyu’s hands come to cradle your back as you take him in your arms; feel him, his heat, his breath, the shake in his chest when he chuckles. His head settles upon yours. You squeeze his middle tighter and tighter and take in the depth of his scent. Head pressed against his chest, his heart beats softly in your ear.

“That…” You pull yourself away to get a look at his face, “was mean.”

He laughs as you slap at his arm; languorously boisterous, infectious with the happiness of his simple presence. A smile breaches your cheeks, soon enough, as well. Beomgyu’s hands tickle along your waist; keep you close, skin touching skin.

“It was a surprise.”

“More like a jumpscare!”

“Same difference.” His breath brushing your skin all this time finally comes ever closer. Douses you in his everything. A sweet peck on your lips, interrupted by a smile and a whisper. “I missed you.”

The fire of his words floods the pit of your stomach. His lips were barely pulled away from yours and yet that was too far. Your hands cupping his cheeks, pull him closer, filling your space with his. Breaths mingling with heavy words.

“I missed you, too.” You bring his mouth to yours; sway in his presence and feeling. Almost pulling away before more. “So much.”

Head tilted back, chest pressed into his, lips meeting in reverie. Beomgyu’s arms encase your waist; your fingers twirl in his hair. So soft, delicate, fluffy—so like him. Such is the kiss. Deep and sweet, nothing further than adoration. It’s intoxicating sugar; he’s delicious and addicting. His taste sticks to your lips as they leave his. Eyes still fluttered shut, taking in the disappearing feeling.

“I…have to finish off my stream.” You can barely stand to push him away, losing the soft brush of his thumb beneath the hem of your shirt, “You get yourself situated and I’ll be right there.”

The pout on his lips is nothing short of goading after losing your kiss. Still, he responds, although not without an eye roll. “Okay, but if you’re not done in 10 minutes, I get to choose the movie tonight!”

He plants a quick peck on your cheek before leaving you in the office. You have to laugh at how proud he is of that challenge as if you weren’t going to let him pick anyways. Though now, you may just have to get your own bit of payback and not leave him waiting.

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[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART TWELVE)

notes: i’m finally caught up on this series! just in time for the last regular season game!

previous: eleven

next: thirteen

y/ndevils00

liked by jackhughes, lhughes_06, and 72,810 others

y/ndevils00 if you’re allergic to sappiness, you may wanna keep scrolling tonight!

first of all, i’m so proud of ALL my boys tonight! all 5 of our goal scorers, the assisters, and the ones who just played their asses off tonight!

now is where it gets sappy!

my jacky: you broke a 22 year old franchise points record tonight. YOU did that. i always knew you would do it, and i’m so grateful that i was there to see it happen. you’re my (real) best friend, my love, my heart, the father to my cat, and the best hockey player i’ve ever seen (sorry boys). the talent that you possess is constantly leaving me awestruck, and i can’t wait to see what you achieve in the future. i can’t imagine the past 3 years without you, and i hope i never have to live a future without you either. i am so unbelievably proud of you. congratulations, my sweet boy. lil satan and i love you to pluto! <3

my lukey: my little (not so little) brother for the past 3 years. for some context, i met luke when he came to a devils game literally the same month i started working for the team. jack introduced me to him and lukey and i hit it off. i ended up sitting with him at the game, we exchanged numbers, and i adopted him as my own little brother very quickly. when luke was chosen in the 2021 draft, i cried tears of joy; but those tears were nothing compared to the ones i shed tonight. my baby brother made his nhl debut tonight and i couldn’t be happier for him. i look forward to seeing you absolutely kick ass and show everyone in this league how incredibly talented you are. congratulations on your debut, smush! i love you! <3

p.s. rasmus dahlin, i am in your walls. stay away from my boyfriend.

tagged jackhughes and lhughes_06

user did she just call luke “smush”?! that’s so cute, i need the reason asap

y/ndevils00 no real story behind it! we just smush/squish each others cheeks a lot! also, we watched finding nemo for our first facetime movie night and he took up calling me “squishy” like dory called the jellyfish.

john.marino97 they really do do it often. i’ve counted 12 times in the past 2 days

jackhughes i love you to pluto, sweet girl. thank you for being by my side to celebrate this achievement. i’m so thankful that i get to spend life with you ❤️

y/ndevils00 you’re so obsessed with me

jackhughes PARTS of you, for sure

y/ndevils00 you perv! there are innocent eyes present! @/lhughes_06

jackhughes i meant your heart!

lhughes_06 we have thin walls, i know you’re lying.

lhughes_06 @/y/ndevils00 also, why would you tag me?!

lhughes_06 thank you squishy! this was really sweet but can you stop crying now?

y/ndevils00 you didn’t say you love me, so no

lhughes_06 i love you!

y/ndevils00 well now it just seems forced. i hope you can sleep through my wails and tears

john.marino97 congrats hughesy! so happy for you! and congrats little hughesy! you did great!

jackhughes thanks bro!

lhughes_06 thanks man!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 yeah, you guys are so siblings

john.marino97 @/y/ndevils00 did you think they weren’t?

y/ndevils00 idk i was just kinda hoping that maybe ellen actually switched jack at birth and he’s not actually their son but i’m their daughter

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 that’s the oddest way to say you love my family. you’re such a little nutcase, i love you

lhughes_06 @/y/ndevils00 you weren’t even born in florida like jack…

y/ndevils00 @/lhughes_06 you’re a brat

dawson1417 LFG BRO! SO PROUD OF YOU HUGHESY!

jackhughes THANK YOU BRO! APPRECIATE IT!

dawson1417 congrats luke!! smashed it tonight, dude!

lhughes_06 thanks dude! looking forward to playing more games with you!

trevorzegras HOLY SHIT CONGRATS BRO’S! KILLING IT! can’t wait to play against you @/lhughes_06

y/ndevils00 no.

jackhughes thanks bro! hope your game goes well!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes no.

lhughes_06 thanks z! excited to kick your ass next season 🔥

y/ndevils00 @/lhughes_06 yes.

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras is officially banned from my comments until he apologizes to me. any more comments about or from him will be deleted.

trevorzegras what did i do now?

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras it’s more what you WON’T do.

trevorzegras is this seriously because i won’t dress up as ken to see the barbie movie with you?

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras blocking you. deleting your number. lasering off our matching tattoo.

user63 they have matching tattoos?!

y/ndevils00 @/user63 not anymore.

lhughes_06 @/user63 yeah it’s the moon and saturn

user84 am i the only one who thought she and trevor just genuinely didn’t get along?

y/ndevils00 @/user84 i feel like a lot of people think that, so i’m only gonna say this once so he can’t use it against me: trevor is actually one of my closest friends! i love him very much and i THOUGHT he loved me. if you scroll back to the summer on my account you’ll actually find loads of posts with him! we just have a funny way of showing our love but i’m actually very grateful to have a friend like him 🖤

trevorzegras 📸

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras i take it all back. i hate you, troll doll.

trevorzegras did you just insult my hair?! TAKE IT BACK!

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras she literally called you a “brainless bimbo” and “the human equivalent of cat zoomies” the other day on the group call and your HAIR is where you cross the line?

_quinnhughes so proud of the both of you 💙 congrats guys

lhughes_06 thank you quinner ❤️ love ya bro

jackhughes thanks quinny! love ya ❤️

y/ndevils00 my baby boys <3

jamie.drysdale i wanna know what was running through your mind when jack looked straight at you when you took the arrival picture

jackhughes she yelled “shit! fuck! abort mission!” and dove behind the equipment boxes

lhughes_06 she scared the actual photographer and almost made them break their camera

user37 why does luke look like he has no emotions in the third slide?

y/ndevils00 it’s the hughes dead eye stare! they can all do it VERY well because they’re all emotionally dead inside <3

nicohischier proud of you guys! excited to play with you more @/lhughes_06 and can’t wait to see if you’ll break your own record next season @/jackhughes

jackhughes thanks cap!

lhughes_06 thank you cap!

y/ndevils00 he will!

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[sunlightmurdock]

For Old Times Sake | Pt. 2

Just a short Drabble on the events that occur after Part 1 takes place <3

Warnings: Some angst, strong language and violence. Straight domestic bliss + fluff at the end.

…

“Just drive to the Hard Deck.” You had said. “He can’t cause a scene there.” You had said.

Rooster thought back to you saying that as he now stood with his back to his truck, the only thing standing between him and getting his ass kicked was you.

You were standing between him and your father in the middle of the parking lot, trying to mediate.

“Bradley, could you just wait inside?” you sighed, “I just need to talk to my dad.”

“You move one inch, Bradshaw, and I’m gonna knock you on your ass.” Maverick spoke past you, pushing against your hand on his chest. Bradley pursed his lips, nodding slowly and pushing his hands into his pockets. He was suddenly painfully aware of the fact he still wasn’t wearing a shirt.

“Yes, sir.” Bradley muttered, avoiding your gaze as you shot him a glare.

“Dad!” You scolded, “Just… calm down. This - look, this isn’t a big deal.”

“Not a big deal? Not a big deal,” Maverick pushed your hand off of his chest, pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a step back. He began to pace as he considered what you had just said. Rooster considered making a run for it, instead just letting out a sigh and leaning back against the car. “It’s not a big deal that a kid I practically raised has been sleeping with my daughter?”

Rooster sighed quietly, that was a cheap shot. Even if his dad was alive, Maverick would still want to kick his ass right now — showing up to a couple of his baseball games as a kid in place of Goose didn’t change that.

“How long as this been going on?” Maverick seethed, stopping in his place finally.

“Just once.”

“Only twice.” Rooster answered at the same time as you. You closed your eyes, sighing softly. You didn’t even have to turn to look at him to know he was wincing at his mistake.

“Well what is it? — Once or twice?” Maverick’s voice was beginning to raise, making Rooster all the more nervous. He glanced back over his shoulder, relieved that those inside of the bar hadn’t noticed what was happening outside yet.

“Alright,” You breathed, taking a step away from Rooster and towards your dad. “If I explain you have to promise not to freak out.”

Maverick scoffed, “I don’t think you’re in the position to be making bargains. Just spit it out already.”

“We slept together in high school one time, that was it, until-“

Your father wasn’t listening anymore. Rooster’s eyes widened at the change of expression on Maverick’s face. He considered running again, more seriously this time. He didn’t like that look.

“High school?”

You winced, knowing that that yell would’ve definitely been heard inside.

“Dad, let’s talk about this somewhere else, please.” You sighed, pushing your fingers up into your hair.

Maverick lurched forwards, going around you. Bradley stumbled as he leapt out of the way, grabbing your arm and holding you in front of him. He knew your father wouldn’t lay a finger on you, even when he was this mad.

“High school? Are you fucking kidding me, Bradshaw?” Your father snapped, “Under my roof? I trusted you to look after her!”

“It wasn’t under your roof!” Bradley answered, like that would make things any better. You looked back at him, exasperated. Your father seethed.

“What was it? - In the car again? — yeah, what a fucking gentleman!”

“I’m sorry, Mav,” Bradley sighed, stepping out from behind you and towards your father. “It wasn’t like that though. She was my best friend, you know that.”

You looked between them, sympathising with the genuine look on Bradley’s face for just a moment. Just a moment, before your father’s fist smashed into the side of his eye socket.

“Dad!”

“Holy shit, Mav’s beating up Rooster!” One of the pilots called out from the doorway to the bar behind you, making a group of them rush out in time to see Bradley picking himself up off of the floor.

“Dad, stop!” You complained, pushing your father back and standing between him and Rooster again. Rooster pressed the base of his palm into his eye, squinting at Maverick. You already knew he was going to have a black eye tomorrow at the awards ceremony.

“Is that Mav’s daughter?” You heard one of the pilots ask from behind you.

Maverick seemed to have gotten it out of his system now, breathing heavily as he stared at Bradley, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Why is this the first time I’m hearing about this?” Maverick whispered angrily, now more aware of the growing crowd of his colleagues on the front porch of the Hard Deck.

Bradley rolled his eyes. He had apologised, he had taken a hit — he wasn’t sure how much further he was supposed to let Maverick go. So, he bit.

“I mean,” You cringed as Bradley began to speak again. You just knew from the tone of his voice that he was over this conversation and ready to put Maverick back in his place. “Is there ever a good time to tell a man you took his daughter’s virginity?”

There was a lingering silence. Broken by someone that Bradley would later introduce you to as Hangman, a fellow pilot, as he giggled, seemingly thrilled by this confession, “Holy shit, Bradshaw.”

Bradley moved out of the way as your father lunged for him again, successfully dodging this time, even with his left eye beginning to swell shut.

“Alright, that’s enough,” You stepped forwards, grabbing your dad by his wrist and looking him in the eye, deadly serious. “I mean it, Dad.”

“Don’t, Y/N — I’m mad at you too.”

“I don’t care.” You retorted, rolling your eyes at the macho act your father was putting on. You had seen that man cry at the movie My Girl more times than you could count. Maverick furrowed his eyebrows, taken aback by your bluntness. You hadn’t spoken to him like this since you were an angry teenager.

“Frankly, dad, I could fuck the whole navy,” The pilots behind you found this particularly hilarious. Bradley chuckled softly at your side. A few hoots came from the crowd until Maverick glared at them. “And it still wouldn’t matter what you think. Because I’m not sixteen anymore. You missed your chance to be mad.”

Maverick opened his mouth to retort, interrupted, “You could put him in the hospital and it wouldn’t change the fact I slept with him.”

“Twice.” Rooster added, his lips quirking up slightly, still amused by your earlier comment. You elbowed him, driving the crook of your arm into his bare ribs.

Maverick was silent for a moment, swallowing hard and glancing at the audience that had formed. He straightened up, keeping his chin high. A muscle in his jaw ticked.

“Are you done?” He asked gently.

“For now.” You answered. Rooster looked between the two of you. It had never been more evident where you got your stubbornness from.

Maverick nodded, glancing between the two of you, “Well. I’ll see you both for dinner before the ceremony tomorrow, and you can explain to me what the fuck you two are thinking.”

You sighed softly, knowing that that was as good as it was going to get. So, you agreed and ended your little show in the parking lot. The next day, you and Bradley did attend the event together.

Bradley picked you up from your hotel in the Bronco, handed you back your freshly cleaned shirt. You had met your dad at a restaurant of his choice near the waterfront.

The three of you got through dinner by pretending. Bradley pretending he didn’t see Maverick’s flash of guilt when he saw the purple and swollen mess that Bradley’s right eye was. Maverick pretending he didn’t want to dive across the table and hit him all over again each time Bradley draped his arm around your shoulders. You pretending like you didn’t know exactly what they both were doing.

You made it through the next few months of your relationship with Bradley the same way. All details of your relationship were on a strictly need to know basis regarding your father — he didn’t need to see PDA, or hear about your lovey dovey dates.

Your name was also a banned topic at work. After Maverick had once heard two of the pilots talking about how jealous they were of Bradley, the rule began that the next person to say your name in his presence would do 500 pushups.

Things with Bradley just worked. For a few months, he drove up to LA on all of his days off, or you flew down to San Diego whenever you could. Then, after thirteen months of just dating on the weekends, your office gave you the opportunity to move down there, and that’s when you began living together.

Your father didn’t take that one well. However, he did take the news of you two moving in together much better than he took the news that followed that step. Bradley hadn’t even wanted to be there when you told him, he was so worried. He had stood in the doorway to the living room as you had told your dad that you were pregnant, ready to bolt at the soonest possibility.

Yeah, your father hadn’t taken that news well at all. But, they say that people humble with age and for Maverick, that was definitely true. He might have given Rooster somewhat of a hard time, but he was more than there for you for your entire pregnancy.

On the day that your child was born, Maverick and Rooster had hugged each other so tight, both of them shedding tears during their first time holding them. After that, Grandpa Mav and Rooster were pretty close buddies again.

….

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[donaweasley]

I Will Find You (Part 02)

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Asgardian!Reader

Plot:

Loki was back; but he’s gone again. And things have become worse than ever. Will it be possible to find a home again?

Part 1 to be found here

Warnings: Angst, smut (with a happy ending).

Read time: ~23 mins

Minors: DO NOT INTERACT! Please, sweeties, you’ll have your time for reading mature themes soon. It’s just not now. 🙂

Note: This is my first time writing smut and I’m totally freaking out!! It’s just not my zone, and I know it! So, please bear with me and leave me honest feedback if I should continue trying smutty things or should just leave it here.

They reached New Asgard almost two days after the incident. They would have probably reached the next night had (Y/N) not insisted on waiting there until Loki returned. Thor was exhausted both mentally and physically; he lost the battle and had no other choice but to wait with his headstrong sister in the cold.

(Y/N) could no longer feel him the way she had been able to all these years. But she was adamant; and the shock of losing Loki again made her more so. She believed that Loki could see her even if she could not see him. And she wanted him to see her sufferings, to understand what he had been putting her through, to realise his mistakes, and to come back.

But that never happened.

Dawn broke, and the light of the new day held every broken piece clear before her. Her obstinacy was not leading her anywhere. And then there was Thor, whose broken pieces were collected and smashed on the cold, hard floor again, only to shatter them further, with no hope of ever being put together again.

It was for his sake that she finally agreed to head home. Home! She did not even know what home was like anymore.

The next few days saw things getting worse than ever. (Y/N) became quieter but aggravating. Even Thor, whose smile could ease almost any situation she was in, could not decide how to approach her; walking on eggshells became a regular with the people around her.

The day things worsened was when (Y/N) shouted at the brother-like man in a drunken stupor.

When nothing could ease her pain, she resorted to alcohol, with the Valkyrie for company. The latter tried to push her away but she was resolute. After days of seeing (Y/N) wasting away, Thor decided to step in, but was met with a resentment that he had never imagined coming from her.

"I'm sorry to say this, Brunnhilde, but your drinking habits are getting you nowhere. And now you have dragged (Y/N) with you," he interrupted them one evening.

Before the Valkyrie could open her mouth in defence, a drunk (Y/N) rose to her feet, and staggered towards the older Odinson.

"No one has dragged me anywhere! Whatever I do, I do it on my own! And Who are you to say, huh? You drown your failures and your sorrows in alcohol all day. You shun away from your people and play some stupid game on your dumb box with your dumb friends. You, of all people, have no authority to preach others what to do and what not to do! You Odinsons…fuck you both! You have always lived your lives on your own terms, and never thought about the misery you cause others!! So, you, big, giant, warrior king Thor… please do not come stomping into my life, telling me how to live when you are living a life worse than death every single day!"

Brunnhilde managed to drag her back but not before the harm was done.

The next morning, a soft knock on Thor's door woke him up. With heavy legs, he dragged himself to open it, rubbing his eyes in the process.

He wasn't very surprised to find a sobered up (Y/N) waiting on the other side, with a tray of breakfast in her hands.

Without a word, he stepped aside, making room for her to enter. The place reeked of alcohol but who was she to complain now?

Gently placing the tray on the table, she turned towards him, only to find him disappearing underneath the sheets again.

"Forgive me for what I said yesterday. I was…"

"You were right," a muffled voice floated from inside the covers. "Why are you sorry for stating the truth?"

"Because that is not true, Thor! We both know I was out of my mind. It was not me but my anger talking, and… I am sorry, Thor. Please forgive me…if you can."

She turned to leave but a woeful call of her name made her stop.

"Please do not make yourself suffer because we failed you. You are worth much more."

She said nothing.

"Please get up and have food. Real food. Otherwise you will keep belching all day."

Almost two weeks had passed since they had returned from Tromsø. She made sure not to lash out at anybody anymore, but that also meant bottling everything up until at night when, in the company of darkness and solitude, she let all her emotions out through streams of tears that pooled onto her pillow.

It was another such night; insomnia was a regular visitor now. The rest of the village had fallen into a deep slumber but she sat awake with a book in hand, trying hard to decipher the simple words that her eyes ran over again and again. But her mind was elsewhere, as usual.

Suddenly, what seemed to be like a gentle tap on the door startled her. Her ears perked up. But there was no other sound. Dismissing it to be a figment of her imagination, she returned to her attempts at focusing on the book.

A few seconds later, it was there again. This time it was a clear knock - soft but clear.

Grabbing the hilt of her knife in one hand, she opened the door slightly. The sight before her made her freeze.

Loki was standing just beyond the threshold. The same look of exhaustion reigned in his entirety as she had seen almost a fortnight ago.

On one hand, she wanted to open the door wide and pull him inside and in a warm hug; she wanted her tears to wash all the pain away. On the other hand, she wanted to slash his throat open with the blade she held.

"Can you forgive me?" Loki's eyes pleaded with her.

She said nothing for a while but simply stared at him. The hand which held the knife wrapped so tightly around the hilt that her knuckles turned white.

"Can you forgive me if I shut the door on your face now?" She replied with an eerie calmness.

Loki's eyes cast downwards as he sighed. "I believe I would deserve that."

Silently, she opened the door wide enough for Loki to step inside. When he still stood outside, unsure whether to take the step or not, she spat, "Are you just going to stand there and let the cold wind rush in or are you going to do something?"

Nodding lightly, he stepped inside the cottage while (Y/N) closed the door.

Loki was home again. Or was he?

"I shall run a warm bath for you. Give me a moment."

He tried to call her but the name evaporated into an empty room as she ignored him and left.

She returned after a while, the same indifference stamped on her face.

"The bath is ready. You should find everything you need at hand. You may leave your clothes on the rack. I shall be back in a while."

"Where are you going?"

"To get some clothes for you. Despite what some might think, I do not have any man's clothes in my house."

Before Loki could utter a word, she exited the house, closing the door in her wake.

The damage that he had done lay bare before his eyes. A few moments of doubt and insecurity tore down everything that they had built over the years.

By the time she returned with a bunch of fresh but borrowed laundry, the house was quiet. She assumed that Loki was still in the bath.

"Are you still in there?" She asked with a small tap on the bathroom door.

"Uh...yes! Yes, I am."

"Try not to fall asleep in there. There are better ways to die than drowning in a bathtub."

Loki emerged from the bathroom a few moments later, a towel wrapped around his torso. She noticed that he had become thinner. A few faint scratches and small bruises marked his ivory skin here and there, especially his limbs. One particularly large and prominent bruise beside his right knee made her breath hitch.

Old habits urged her to run and wrap herself around him, to soothe all his pains, to kiss him all over and make love to him until they both fell asleep entangled in one another.

But recent events chained her from doing so. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she averted her eyes.

"There is a set of clean clothes on the bed. They may not fit perfectly but that is all I could manage in the middle of the night. I shall get you a new wardrobe tomorrow morning."

"(Y/N)!" Loki tried to stop her from walking away. "Please! Can I get one moment with you? Please?"

She still refused to look at him. "Have something first. And then we shall talk."

Loki stared at her as she disappeared into the kitchen. He had set this up for himself. And he should be the one fixing this, if only he could get a chance to.

As Loki had already assumed, dinner was unusually quiet. There wasn't much on the table - he did not expect anything at all in those late hours, especially after what he had done - but everything that was served smelled delicious. The fact that (Y/N) had prepared it all herself made them all the more special for him.

She sat quietly on the opposite end of the small table.

Clearing his throat, he asked timidly, "I know that you might have already had your meal but…will not have anything? You like midnight snacks, do you not?"

"Used to. And I am full anyway. You may start."

This was not going anywhere; at least not this way. He needed to give her more time, he realised.

Taking a deep breath, he took the first bite. Instinctively, his eyes closed and a moan left his sealed lips. He was starving and the food tasted divine in his mouth.

As (Y/N) observed him, a tiny smile surfaced on her stern features. But she quickly hid it before Loki opened his eyes.

Who knows how long he might have been starving!

The thought made her shiver. Her eyes almost welled up but she fought her emotions back, trying her best not to reveal herself before him.

"You are an exceptional cook!"

But Loki's compliment was met with another sharp response.

"I am average. It is only because you are famished that you find it good."

Loki did not utter another word until the meal was finished.

"Thank you, (Y/N), for having me."

His words did stop her in her tracks but she said nothing.

"Please, (Y/N)."

Loki placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, and the next thing that he felt was the sharp sting of cold metal on his Adam's apple.

Her face was inches away from his. She wore a facade of anger and hatred but her eyes shone with unshed tears.

"If you wish to kill me, I shall not fight," he spoke without wincing. "But please, I beg of you, do not alienate me. Do not push me away, please, love! I have suffered enough. And in that, I have made you suffer, too. Forgive me, (Y/N). Can you?"

"You said I did not deserve you," her hand shook just like her voice did. "You snapped our bond. You did not trust me. You accused me of infidelity when you know how much I love you!"

"I am sorry, love. I truly am! I… I saw you both together and… I do not know! I am sorry!" A tear rolled down his bony cheek.

"But you did not come back." The tears that had been held back were now cascading down her face.

"I did! I did but… I did not know how to face you. Or Thor. For eleven days and nights I roamed in and out of your village. I did not show myself to anyone lest they should tell you."

"And would that have been so bad?"

"I did not know how you would react. Or if you would have me. But then-"

"Then what?" The words came out but in whispers.

"I could not take it anymore. I had to come to you even if you kicked me out or killed me."

"I…" Words failed her. Everything became a blur as a tsunami of emotions tossed violently within her.

"Please accept me, (Y/N)," Loki's eyes bore into hers. "Please tell me that you still love me."

They did not realise when they had come so close that the words were almost breathed on each other's mouths. The knife that was held to his throat dropped to the floor with a sharp clang, and it was only then that they noticed their proximity.

She was unsure whether to act on her desires or to bring her ego between them.

"Please love me, (Y/N)!"

How could she say no to that plea?

Shoving her ego aside, she wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him closer, immediately pressing her lips to his. They remained that way for a few seconds before moving with an impatience and a fervour that would have set the cottage aflame. His hands snaked around her waist and pulled her flush against him. Loki tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue gliding against hers constantly in a harmonious dance. He tasted of apple pie. She tasted of cheap alcohol.

Her weight on him and the force with which she was kissing him, although immensely pleasurable, made him take a few steps backwards, thus making him hit the table. Bracing himself with his left hand, he regained his balance, and then mapped the said hand along her sides, remembering every curve along the way.

With a gentle push of his body, he took a few steps forward until their paths were blocked by a wall. Pinning her to it with his weight, he continued the ministrations of his mouth while his hands trailed the column of her neck, eventually causing one of them to get lost in her hair. The same happened to her: one hand felt the hardness and the warmth of his chest while the other was tangled in his dark locks. A quick tug on the hair at the nape of his neck resulted in a soft moan from the god: a blissful music to her ears!

When they finally tired themselves out, momentarily though, did they stop. Panting hard, breathing into each other's mouths, they remained still: bodies limp against one another, foreheads pressed together, hearts racing as they basked in the afterglow of their session.

"Tell me that you love me," Loki wished just loud enough for her to hear.

"Of course, I love you, you oaf!" She chuckled breathily. "Never doubt it. Ever!"

"It was a mistake I cannot forgive myself for."

"Now shut that beautiful mouth and come to bed," she slowly pulled herself away from his embrace. "You need rest. A lot of it."

"I do not. Not now. I need to love you," Loki insisted. "Please let me love you!"

"Believe me, I want to do nothing else but make sweet love to you." Loki's face brightened at the confession. "But that must wait. You need to heal first."

Seeing his frown, she laughed. It was just like old times again.

"Lie down with me?" She asked with a smile.

The god tried to protest but the yawn that broke through him declared otherwise.

Almost the entire night, or whatever was left of it, (Y/N) watched Loki: his bare chest rising and falling in the moonlight, like the sea during the tides, his hair splayed on the pillow challenging the night with its dark lustre. The mouth that had been kissing her passionately was now slightly parted. The movement beneath his closed eyelids spoke of some distant dream that he might be having. She silently prayed that it would be a good dream, one worth remembering.

The soft hum of the sea outside, paired with the cool light of the moon seemed to bring back the magic that was them.

And yet there was something off. The hollow of his cheeks were deeper than usual, his eyes were sunken and there were dark circles under them. And then there were the scars and bruises. She wondered what unimaginable pain he might have had to go through all this time. Questions regarding his escape from the ship, his whereabouts and other things spiralled her down an unfathomable hole, exhausting her mind thoroughly in the process.

(Y/N) did not realise when she had drifted off to sleep. When she awoke, she found the comfortable weight of an arm around her waist. Sleep-laden eyes opened to find a pair of green orbs staring at her face with an adoration that almost made her cry. Soft sunlight peeked in through the curtains, lighting the room up with a heavenly glow. Or was it the presence of the god that made it all so special?

She did not know. She did not care. Loki was with her. She was in his arms. That was all that mattered. Everything else had to be beautiful!

"Did you sleep well?" Loki's deep voice, accentuated by the raspiness of sleep, floated into her ears like ethereal music.

"I did. After a long, long time, I did sleep well. And you?"

"Same here." His face contorted as he tried to stifle an obstinate yawn.

(Y/N) giggled, "Just let it out!" And he obeyed.

For a long while they lay awake, simply looking at each other, tracing lazy patterns on one another, neither willing to put an end to the moment.

"I cannot believe I finally found you," Loki smiled.

"You always do," she played with a strand of his hair.

"First things first," he said and placed his fingers against her temple.

She felt the same tingling sensation that she had felt years ago when Loki had shared his magic with her.

"Do you feel me now?" He asked with a soft smile.

"More than ever!" A tear escaped down the corner of her eye.

Loki leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on her mouth, followed by another, and another, until they were both entangled with each other, their lips and tongues caressing the other ardently.

His hand grazed the length of bare skin on her legs until he was met with the hem of her pyjama shorts. Pushing past the barrier, his fingers trailed upwards. Her breath hitched when his hand rolled over and squeezed her clothed ass.

"Loki…" She moaned breathily as her tongue gently traced the column of his neck until she found that sweet spot below his ear that always turned him into jelly. There, she left a small bite, immediately soothing it with a lap of her tongue.

The groan that left Loki urged her to explore the skin of his shoulder, down his collarbone and onto his chest. She left small, open-mouthed kisses as she moved downwards, taking the skin between her teeth here and there, earning her precious rewards of hisses and groans from Loki. Moving upwards, she gently rolled a nipple between her teeth, and watched as Loki's head rolled backwards.

"Still sensitive, are we?" She smirked while Loki looked at her with lust-filled eyes, his gorgeous mouth hanging open in anticipation.

(Y/N) worked her tongue and teeth on his chest, making him produce all kinds of sinful sounds, before moving south again. Meanwhile Loki's hands moved across her back, trying hard to peel the t-shirt off her but failing.

Amidst all the lust and need, her mind worried about the marks on his otherwise perfect skin.

What were they? What happened? How?

But she did not want the moment to be ruined. Carefully threading her way through the marks, she carried on her path of desire.

“Tell me if I hurt you, will you?” She smiled at him.

“You can never hurt me,” he rasped.

“Just tell me if I do,” she insisted, and he nodded.

Before long she found the trail of dark hair that led to the treasure they had both been awaiting. The bulge in his sweatpants was inviting. But instead of giving Loki what he wanted, she continued her trail of kisses over his clothed skin, her thumb exploring the secrets just beneath the waistband. This continued for a while, making Loki even more frustrated. 

Just as she was about to hook her fingers under the band of the pants, she was flipped. With a squeal, she landed on the mattress, with Loki hovering over her.

"You have been a tease for quite long, darling," he growled. Oh, how she loved that sound! "Now, it is my turn. But first, this has to go." He tugged the t-shirt that she was wearing.

"Do not tear it, please!" (Y/N) quickly held his wrist before he could rip it in shreds. "I do not have many," she confessed with a sad smile.

Loki's eyes softened at the admission. "I will not."

Gently, and with her help, he pushed the garment up and over her arms, until it was lying on the floor.

The sight before him made him groan. Bending down, he buried his face in her naked chest and inhaled her scent, followed by a soft kiss. Slowly but intentionally, his hands mapped her breasts, kneading and squeezing them. His tongue and teeth played with the taut bundles on top making her whimper and squirm beneath him, until he released her with a small pop!

With hands still locked on the swells of her chest, his mouth made its way downwards, the curls on his head leaving a feathery tickle in their wake.

"May I?" He asked with his fingers hooked under the band of her shorts.

"Stop being a tease!!" She whined, making him laugh.

But Loki had to be a tease. He pulled the band down as slow as possible, kissing every inch of skin that was being exposed in the process.

"Damn you!" She cursed.

This made him finally whisk away the fabric, adding it with the other discarded piece.

"You are so gorgeous!" His breath, hot on her mound, made her rub her thighs together.

"No, darling, keep them open for me." He gently parted them with his hands, and lowered his head.

"Loki!" It was not a moan or a whine. It was a call that made him look at her with worry.

"Not now," she pleaded. "I need you right now. Please!"

"Good. For I cannot bear this any longer."

By the time Loki got rid of the pants, (Y/N) was sitting on her knees, unable to hold herself anymore. Hugging her tight, he brought her on his lap, and kissed her passionately, grinding himself on her wet folds all the time.

Hoisting her up, he aligned himself with her and slowly brought her down until he was fully sheathed in her. Closing their eyes, they both relished the feeling for a few seconds - the feeling of being one, of being complete, of reliving all similar memories that they had created together back in Asgard.

She latched her mouth to his, and slowly started moving. It was slow, unhurried, unlike their state of mind a couple of minutes ago, and like the movement of their tongues in that very moment. She could feel him everywhere, inside her, outside her, as though she was enveloped in him. After all these years, she felt a sharp sting at the stretch. But it was a pain she was willing to bear everyday if it meant that she could be with Loki.

(Y/N) rotated her hips leisurely, while Loki placed open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. Eventually, she started increasing her pace, turning his kisses into grazes of teeth.

That was until Loki could take no more. Digging his fingers into her hips, he took control of her movements. This new manoeuvre left her empty with only the tip inside before he slammed into her, reaching her deepest parts. A loud scream escaped her as he touched her most sensitive parts.

Loki shushed her. He panted between his thrusts, "You…do not…want…the…village…to-"

"I cannot help it!" She shouted.

That very moment, her walls fluttered around him, and a loud animalistic groan escaped him.

"See?" She smirked.

Loki locked his mouth with hers, both of them moaning and panting into each other, muffling the sounds that should have remained only within the confines of their chambers.

"Touch yourself!" Loki commanded.

When she did not obey, he admitted, "I shall not last long. Please, love, touch yourself. I want to come with you."

This time she did as was asked, reaching between their sweaty bodies, rubbing herself as Loki incessantly rocked her and slammed into her. Biting on the sensitive skin on his neck she let out a guttural moan as the coil in her stomach tightened. Her walls clenched around him, making him cry out her name. His movements became sloppy and so did hers. Holding her tight and burying his face in her shoulder, he pushed into her a few more times before asking her to let go, finding his own release with her.

They remained still for a while, catching their breath, floating in bliss and peppering each other with kisses wherever possible. At length, she pulled away but just enough to give him a long kiss on the mouth.

"Do these hurt?" She lightly traced his scars.

He shook his head slowly.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not now."

Nodding, she pressed another kiss to his lips. A confusion spread across her face when Loki wrapped her legs around his waist.

"What are you doing?" She smiled.

"Hold on tight."

"What-"

Her question was left incomplete as Loki grabbed her ass with one hand and, balancing himself with the other hand, got off the bed with her.

"We do not want to spoil the sheets, do we?" A mischievous glint shone in his eyes. "And… I was feeling sort of lonely in the bath yesterday. Would you like to join me?"

"Certainly!" She kissed him as he carried her to the bathroom, still buried inside her.

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"It is time we told Thor. And everyone for that matter," (Y/N) said while preparing brunch.

Before Loki could answer, a loud knock startled them.

"Lady (Y/N)," Thor's voice boomed, "it has been quite late and you have not been out of your house. Are you feeling unwell?"

"Let me handle this," Loki, clad in the clothes from the previous night, sauntered towards the door.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door. "Hello, brother!"

The said brother stood still like a statue for a few seconds before landing a hard punch to the younger one's face.

Hearing someone stumble, (Y/N) came running to the scene to see Thor pull Loki into a bear hug. He was sobbing.

"It is good to see you, too, brother," Loki smiled and patted his back.

Home was indeed beautiful.

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Accidentally revealing to you they have a mommy kink ❦

A/n: who have a mommy kink & it’s canon ? Luffy, Sanji & Zoro!

Ft: Monster trio that’s what the girlies saying

❦ Luffy

You and your boyfriend Luffy were playing a fighting game, the both of you were very focused on winning and had y’all eyes glued to the tv screen. You and Luffy play this game all the time and you always won; today was no different, the only difference was the new surprise attack that you memorized. The room was kind of silent, the only two things that filled the room was heavy breathing and the sound of buttons being smashed. The round was coming to an end and you quickly glanced over at Luffy who was panicking at the upcoming lost that you was about to give to him. You just laughed at him and use the special move that you had up your sleeve. Usually when you win Luffy would rage and throw a whole fit but not today though, he was really impressed and excited at you destroying his character.

“Wow mommy that was a really cool move you did there, I wanna learn how to do that !”

you quickly sat up and looked over at Luffy, you wanted to verify what you just heard, cause you know you wasn’t tripping.

“Huh ? What you just called me ?”

“I called you y/n.”

“No you didn’t, I heard mommy.”

You heard him the first time but you just wanted him to repeat it because it sounded like music to your ears and truth be told you’re screaming without the s right now. But that’s not for Luffy to know, all you know is that you have to hear it again. Luffy tilted his head to the side and looked at you very confused, he wasn’t sure why you was asking him that.

“Hm, wym ? I called you y/n. anyways I’m going to get something to eat, I’m hungry.” and like always when he’s in a situation like this he’s gonna change the subject and act like nothing happened. You love your bby but when he do shit like this it make you wanna slap him in the back of his head.

❦ Sanji

You woke up from your sleep to the smell of breakfast and the sound of quiet singing. You knew it was your boyfriend downstairs making you something to eat as he always does in the morning. You didn’t feel like getting up just yet so you stayed in your bed and started scrolling through your phone and looking through posts online. Few minutes passed by and you heard the sounds of footsteps walking up the stairs getting closer and closer to the room. When your boyfriend Sanji finally made it to the door you looked up at him and the food he was holding and gave him a smile.

“Good morning my love, I made you breakfast here you go.” You took the plate from Sanji and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you baby, I appreciate it.” as usual when you kiss him & thank him Sanji started shutting down.

“You’re welcome momm- beautiful anytime.”

You looked up at Sanji who face was now bright red and started laughing at his reaction. He was really embarrassed so before he can be anymore awkward he decided to change the subject & quickly moved onto to talking about something else. You wasn’t surprised at all that he called you that since you already seen the obvious signs and the way Sanji can act and plus he would call you any name in the book so ofc mommy wasn’t off limits. It’s just your clothes bout be off that’s all.

❦ Zoro

You and your crew was in the middle of a battle and you notice while your boyfriend was fighting with an enemy another one appear behind him. Zoro already sense that someone was behind him and he was about to quickly finish them off until you jump right in front of the enemy’s attack and block the attack with your own.

“Nice save momm- y/n.”

You was kinda of surprise at what you heard, your boyfriend was about to call you mommy. You didn’t think he was into that type of thing but if he is then that’s fine with you cause now y’all on the same page. After the battle ended you asked him about what happened earlier and he said it was a simple mistake. You didn’t believe it so you just bully him for the rest of the day.

“So you was about to call me mommy earlier?”

“No it was a mistake, you know I was about to say y/n.”

“nah you said what you said, and it was mommy.”

“whatever I’m not about to do this with you, I’m taking a nap.”

He already knew you was right about the whole thing he just didn’t feel like getting awkward about it again so that’s why he used taking a nap as a excuse to not have that conversation, probably someday but just not today.

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bed of lies ; part four

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↳ SUMMARY: sunghoon comes to terms with the fact that he has fallen in love with you and is willing to do everything in his power to show you that he has truly fallen for you, but are you willing to forgive him?

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↳ WARNINGS: cursing, angst, yelling (sunghoon and reader raising their voices at one point), mentions puke but there’s no actual throwing up, smut; unprotected sex (please use protection!), breeding (kind of), marking, fingering, choking, pet names etc MINORS DNI!

↳ AUTHORS NOTE: and with that being said, bed of lies has officially come to an end ! i wanna thank everyone for their endless support and all ur kind words, i’ve had so much fun writing this story and i feel like i’ve gotten better as a writer by writing this as well. i also wanna give a big thank u to genie, also known as @end-hyphen for helping me through my writers block and literally helping me plot this last part; thank u from the bottom of my heart genie, i love u and thank u so so much <3 i hope u guys enjoy this last part and hopefully you’ll tune into my next project as well, game over ! i love every single one of u and thank u once again <3

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Sunghoon felt like smashing his phone into pieces until there was no trace left of his phone and the stupid robotic voice that had repeatedly been reminding him of how badly he fucked up. His bottom lip was practically bleeding by now, a result of him constantly nibbling on it to somewhat ease his anxiety; not that it necessarily helped, but at least it helped him focus on something other than calling your phone over and over again.

He wasn’t sure if you had blocked his number or if you simply had just turned your phone off, both being equally as bad according to him. It had already been two days since Sunghoon last saw you, two days since Jake had decided it would be a good idea to expose Sunghoon and the stupid bet; all Sunghoon wanted to know was if you were okay.

After you left, Jay dragged Jake away to calm the boy down; not wanting to risk a fight breaking out and the neighbors potentially calling the cops. Sunghoon was just left standing there alone as the people around him went back to the party, shrugging the whole situation off; but only after Sunghoon told them to fuck off, that there was no fight happening and they should mind their own business. Or at least that’s what Sunghoon thought, that they had just shrugged it off.

It wasn’t until he was left completely alone he dared let a tear spill down his cheek. He was quick to wipe it away, but quickly realized it was useless as he felt yet another tear run down his cheek; accepting the fact that he was in fact crying. He hadn’t cried in years, yet there he was; standing on a dimly lit street, tears leaving his eyes as he desperately tried wiping them away using the sleeve of his shirt.

As he stared at the ceiling of his bedroom, his eyes feeling sore at this point from the never-ending tears spilling down his cheeks, his feelings finally made sense. The confusion he felt towards you suddenly disappeared as he accepted his feelings, no longer fighting against the fact that he, Park Sunghoon, had indeed fallen for you. He accepted the fact that not only had he for the first time in his entire life fallen in love, but he had also managed to fuck it all up.

As Monday approached, the people around you didn’t even try to hide their stares as you walked down the hallways.

You weren’t sure if they were staring at you because of your puffy and bloodshot eyes, or because they had all been there to witness your whole world coming crashing down. Deep down you knew it was probably because of the latter option, considering the fact that they had all been there to be a part of the news reaching you and how fast people were to talk; especially when it came to Park Sunghoon.

You knew the word would get around quickly, because why wouldn’t it?

Park Sunghoon had managed to play yet another girl, keeping her a little too close and then disposing of her like she meant nothing. Of course, people were going to talk about it, especially since he decided to do it in the cruelest way possible; by telling you that you were nothing but a bet in front of a whole party filled with people to see.

To be fair, it hadn’t been Sunghoon telling you; it was Jake. But if that was supposed to make things better, you weren’t sure. Maybe it only made things a thousand times worse, considering the fact that you didn’t even get to hear it from Sunghoon himself; but at his point, you couldn’t even bring yourself to care.

You were drained. You were drained both mentally and psychically, spending the entire weekend laying in your bed; your heart aching as tears poured out of your eyes. You had left the party without notifying Yeojin, knowing that if you stayed there for as much as another minute, you’d throw up. You had to cover your mouth as you stumbled home, afraid you’d actually puke if you let go; the shock of knowing everything was a lie made you feel sick to your stomach. 

Maybe you should’ve reached out to Yeojin, maybe you should’ve called her when you got home and explained the situation before she go to hear it from someone else, but you simply couldn't. You just couldn’t bring yourself to pick up your phone, not to mention even unlocking it; afraid you’d see Park Sunghoons name light up your screen. So instead, you turned it off completely, tossing it on top of your bed before running to the bathroom; tears spilling down your cheeks as you tried your best to calm yourself down.

That’s how you spent the whole weekend. Your phone turned off, refusing to accept reality - refusing to accept the fact that it had all been nothing but a lie. If you had been a shitty friend for hiding everything from Yeojin and lying straight to her face whenever she asked, you didn’t even want to know what she thought of you now that she most likely found out about how you and Sunghoon had been hooking up through someone else. Not only had you lied to her for weeks on end, but you were also making yourself unreachable by leaving your phone turned off; making you the worst friend possible.

Your thoughts were all over the place. You felt cheated by Sunghoon, wanting to smack yourself for believing in his sweet acts for even a second. But somewhere along the lines, you became aware of the fact that it wasn’t just Sunghoons doing. No, Jake had known about the bet all along yet he never once tried telling you about it. You weren’t sure which one hurt you the most, Sunghoon making you believe he actually felt something towards you or Jake not telling you about the bet in the first place. Even though Sunghoon might’ve been the one who hurt you the most, you couldn’t help but feel betrayed by Jake. 

But at the end of the day, Jake didn’t owe you a single thing; no matter how nice he'd been to you. He wasn’t your friend nor he didn’t care about you, and neither did Sunghoon.

As Monday came around and you had to face reality, you just accepted the fact that you would eventually have to face Yeojin and the horrible truth. The horrible truth being that there was no way you’d be able to avoid Sunghoon, you knew you had to face him sooner or later. No matter how badly you wished you never had to see him and his stupid face ever again, and after many nights spent in tears and even considering switching schools just so you’d never have to see him again; you realized it was inevitable.

Sunghoon had barged into your life, and he was now refusing to leave.

And even though you accepted the fact that going to school was something you had to do, no matter how badly you wanted to stay in your bed and never see the light of day again; it didn’t make it any easier. As you approached the entrance, you had to take a deep breath before walking through the doors; mentally preparing yourself.

But you knew from the second you stepped through the doors and everyone's eyes immediately landed on you that you had overestimated your ability to mentally prepare yourself. It felt like the whole world was suffocating you as you made your way down the hallway, desperately trying to hide your face as the people around you seemed to have their attention set on you, and you only.

Fuck you Park Sunghoon.

It wasn’t a coincidence that you picked the exact same bench that you and Sunghoon had shared your first official hang-out. No, you had picked that one particular bench to sit down at - even though there were at least ten other benches nearby. You tried telling yourself you only picked that one bench because the trees placed around it shielded you from the cold winds better than any other bench, but you knew that was a lie.

The trees had nothing to do with that particular bench being the one you picked out to sit down and sort your thoughts out, and you knew that. You knew that you had picked that one bench purely because it reminded you of Sunghoon, no matter how badly you tried telling yourself otherwise. At the end of the day, Sunghoon was the only thing you could think about even though you despised him.

Or at least that’s what you liked to think. Because you didn’t despise him, no matter how much you tried you simply just couldn’t. No matter how many tears you had shed over him over the past four days, no matter how many times you screamed into your pillow in a desperate attempt to ease the pain; you simply just couldn’t hate him.

A part of you even found it funny, funny how easy it had been for him to have you wrapped around his fingers. How easy it had been for you to fall into his bed of lies, not even thinking twice before letting him completely submerge you in his world of lies; how easily he made you believe he actually cared about you.

It had all been too easy for him, and you were the only one to blame. You were the one who stupidly fell for his charming smile and his sweet nothings after all.

‘’Y/N?’’ The sudden mention of your name caused you to snap out of your thoughts, a slight sting causing you to realize you had unconsciously been picking a little too hard on the skin surrounding your nails. Your eyes darted towards the person who had just called out your name, your eyes being met by a pair of dark brown ones. 

Jake’s eyes were filled with both worry and regret as he stared at you, both his hands placed in the front pockets of his jeans; nervously nibbling on his bottom lip. Your eyes slightly widened at the sight of him, not a single word leaving your lips as you stared right back at him. 

You just stared at him for a moment before returning your gaze back to your shoes, dangling your feet across the gravel as you felt him sit down next to you. Silence fell over the two of you, spotting him nervously playing with the rings on his fingers in the corner of your eyes; your silence making it obvious that his presence wasn’t exactly appreciated.  ‘’You deserve an apology.’’ He let out after a while, his eyes now focusing on your side profile; hoping you’d look his way.

Your gaze, however, stayed glued to your shoes. You remained silent, your shoes slightly scraping against the gravel as they dangled back and forth. Jake quickly realized you weren’t going to reply, letting out a small sigh as his gaze left your side profile only to meet his own shoes.

‘’I was an asshole for doing it like that,’’ He mumbled, his hand still toying with the rings placed on his fingers. ‘’I was an asshole for even telling you in the first place.’’ He continued, causing you to shake your head. ‘’I’m glad you told me.’’ You mumbled in response. Now, it was Jake’s turn to shake his head.

‘’It wasn’t my place to tell you though.’’ He admitted, his eyes darting over to look at you once again. ‘’But at least you told me, unlike some other people.’’ 

Your reply made Jake frown, his heart sinking as he noticed the sullen look on your face. He remained quiet for a moment, trying to figure out how to properly apologize to you; how to make you realize he was actually sorry. ‘’I’m sorry Y/N, I really am,’’ He let out, his eyes still glued on you. You looked up at him, flashing him a small smile. ‘’It’s okay Jake, you have nothing to apologize for. At least you were being honest with me and I appreciate that.’’

Jake stared at you, his eyes focusing on the small smile that you had attempted to flash him. But it wasn’t a smile and Jake knew that, he could tell by the way the corners of your lips slightly turned downwards that you were just trying to reassure him that you were okay; even though you weren’t. You were far from okay. 

‘’But it’s not okay,’’ He mumbled as his eyes met yours once again. ‘’What I did was far from okay. I would blame it on the fact that I was incredibly pissed and the alcohol in my system, but that doesn’t make what I did okay whatsoever,’’ He continued, not taking his eyes off you as he spoke. ‘’I was an asshole Y/N, and I’m truly sorry for the pain I’ve caused you.’’

His words left you speechless. Your lips slightly parted as you stared at him, his eyebrows slightly furrowed together as he scanned your face; trying to figure out what you were feeling. But the stern look on your face didn’t make it any easier for him to try to make out what feelings you were feeling, all he could do was hope that you believed him when he said he was sorry. ‘’I forgive you, Jake.’’ You replied after a moment, a small smile forming on your lips once again. This time, Jake could tell the smile on your lips was genuine - causing a small smile to form on his lips as well. ‘’Thank you.’’ He mumbled in response, watching as your gaze returned to the gravel underneath the two of you.

Silence fell over the two of you once again, but this time the silence was much more comfortable and not as tense as before. ‘’Y/N?’’ He let out, causing you to look up at him with your eyebrows slightly raised. You hummed in response, watching as he nibbled on his bottom lip. ‘’I think you should hear Sunghoon out.’’

The mention of Sunghoon made your heart drop. You stared at the boy beside you for a moment before looking down at the ground ocne again, avoiding eye contact as you shook your head. ‘’I don’t think there’s anything left for him to say.’’ You mumbled in response, the thought of even seeing him making your heart burst at the seams. 

‘’I think he really cares for you, Y/N.’’ Jake’s words almost made you laugh, a small chuckle leaving your lips as you kicked a stone away using the top part of your shoes. ‘’I don’t think you do what he did to people you care about though.’’ You dryly replied, feeling Jake’s eyes burning into the side of your face.

‘’I can’t force you into anything,’’ Jake continued, suddenly feeling a warmth cover one of your hands. The sensation caused you to furrow your eyebrows as you looked up from the ground, your eyes landing on the hand you had placed on the empty spot beside you on the bench; Jake now covering it with his own. ‘’But I truly believe you should hear him out.’’ Jake breathed, your eyes meeting his. You just stared at him, feeling his thumb stroke the back of your hand; a small smile on his lips as he looked at you with sympathetic eyes.

‘’Have you spoken to him?’’ You were quick to change the subject, not knowing how to react to his hand covering your own; the smile on his lips slowly fading. A small sigh left his lips as he looked down at the ground. ‘’No, he’s been refusing to pick up my calls. He hasn't even been showing up at school.’’ He replied, feeling his hand slowly slip away from yours. This time, however, it was your turn to grab his hand.

Your action took him by surprise, his eyes landing on you once again. His eyes darted between your intertwined hands and your face, a small forming on your lips. ‘’I think it’s more important that you two make up.’’ You let out, his lips slightly parting like he was about to say something; but he remained silent for a moment. A small sigh left his lips once again as he nodded his head in response, swallowing before parting his lips to speak. ‘’I guess you’re right.’’ He mumbled, leaning back against the bench - your hands still intertwined. 

You let out a chuckle as you mimicked his actions, resting your back against the bench as you looked up at the trees above you. ‘’I’m always right.’’

A chuckle left his lips at your statement before another comfortable silence fell over the two of you. You weren’t complaining, it was the closest thing you had felt to inner peace since you first got to know about the whole bet situation. With Jake’s hand intertwined in yours and the spring breeze hitting your face, your heart felt lighter than it had done an hour earlier; all thanks to Jake. It felt oddly comforting, holding his hand, even though you knew you were just holding it as a friend. 

Maybe because that’s exactly what you needed at that moment, a friend; someone who understood what you were going through. 

But no matter how comforting it was to hold his hand, one name and one name only clouded your mind; the inner peace being shortlived as you couldn’t help but wish it was Sunghoons hand you were holding, no matter how badly you wanted to hate him.

The words reached Sunghoon about three days later, three days too late.

 After countless days of trying to call you, restless nights spent staring at his phone; waiting for you to reach out, the words of you being spotted holding hands with Jake reached him. At this point he didn’t even care if you told him how much you despised him, all he wanted was to hear from you. It didn’t matter what you had to say, he was just desperate for any type of interaction at this point.

But hearing about you and Jake was something he hadn’t anticipated, nor was it something he wished to hear.

As he read the text from Jay, telling him that he should really make up with Jake as it seemed like you and Jake already made up; confusion washed over him. It wasn’t until Jay let him know that the two of you were seen holding hands earlier that week that Sunghoon put the pieces together.

With shaky hands, he pressed on Jay’s contact information before bringing the phone to his ear; nibbling on his lip. ‘’Bro, I’ve been calling you for days,’’ Jay’s voice indicated that he was clearly annoyed with his friend. Sunghoon wasn’t stupid, nor was he blind; of course he had seen the multiple missed calls from his best friend. ‘’What the fuck was that text supposed to mean?’’

The other line went quiet for a second before a small sigh left Jay’s lips. ‘’What’s up with you?’’ Jay asked, a hint of concern lingering in his voice. But Sunghoon didn’t want that, fuck, he couldn’t care less about his own feelings right now. Sunghoon rubbed his temple in annoyance as he shut his eyes. ‘’Just tell me what you meant by Jake and Y/N holding hands.’’

Another sigh was heard from the other line. ‘’What else do you want me to tell you? It seems like they’ve made up, they were literally seen holding hands earlier this week,’’ The words made Sunghoon squeeze his eyes shut, feeling tears well up behind his eyelids once again; the tears he was so sick of by now. ‘’Earlier this week?’’ Sunghoon mumbled, not even sure if his friend could hear him.

‘’Look, I get that Jake was a complete asshole for doing what he did but why do you care? You’re being petty.’’ Jay muttered, causing Sunghoon to clench his jaw. ‘’It’s not about Jake,’’ Sunghoon muttered through his teeth, causing Jay to let out a chuckle. ‘’Then what is it about? Don’t tell me it’s about her, why does she matter t-’’

Sunghoon quickly ended the call, throwing his phone on the floor as he placed both hands over his face. He desperately tried holding his tears back at this point, refusing to let a single one drop onto his cheeks as he let out a curse.

He felt betrayed. Not only by Jake, but by you as well. He felt hurt, almost feeling like you were punishing him. How could you forgive Jake, but not even utter a word to Sunghoon? Sunghoon was well aware of the fact that he was the problem, that he was the one who had originally hurt you and Jake probably did him a favor at the end of the day for telling you.

But how could you forgive Jake, when Sunghoon was practically down on his knees begging for forgiveness? A part of him understood, because who wouldn’t? Jake was there, he had been waiting, almost prying on you for a month now; waiting to clean up the mess Sunghoon caused. 

His world came crashing down once again, and with his heart feeling like it was about to tear at the seams; he did the only thing he could’ve possibly done, the thing he was best at.

Your house felt awfully quiet. The TV was silently playing in the background as you sat on your couch, watching the tree tops sway from the wind outside, you had lost interest in the TV show you were watching a long time ago and you now found yourself lost in your own thoughts.

That was until a loud banging interrupted your wandering mind. The banging took you by surprise, slightly jumping as your head snapped towards the hallway. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you realized it was someone banging on the door, slowly getting up as you made your way towards the door. You weren’t expecting anyone and your parents wouldn’t be home for at least another day, your mind racing as you tried figuring out who was suddenly banging loudly on your door.

The second you unlocked the door and it crept open, your heart stopped beating. You wanted to slam the door shut, you wanted to scream in his face for coming to your house the second you spotted his familiar dark brown eyes; yet you couldn’t bring yourself to move an inch. You felt panic slowly creeping up on you as your eyes met, noticing his furrowed brows and his tired eyes, your whole body froze on the spot.

‘’What the fuck, Y/N?’’

Was the only thing Sunghoon let out as soon as the door opened. Mainly because he couldn’t bring himself to say anything else, his heart dropping at the sight of you; but also because it was the only thing he wanted to say.

But also because he was too drunk to even think straight. Not only did you notice the anger and hurt lingering in his eyes, but you also noticed that the boy standing at your front door at 1 am on a Friday night was in fact, not sober. If it wasn’t the way he had to grab onto the wall to stand upright, it was the way his eyelids were heavy and his cheeks rosy red that gave it away the second you opened the door.

Your lips parted as you tried speaking; failing to do so. ‘’Sunghoon?’’ You managed to get out, your voice shaking as you tried taking in the fact that the boy you had been avoiding for days on end was now standing right in front of you.

‘’Why?’’ Sunghoon completely ignored you and your obvious confusion. ‘’Why?’’ He repeated himself, his eyes still glued to you. He was getting impatient at this point, he was getting impatient with you; growing even more frustrated as you only stood there without answering any of his questions. 

You, on the other side, had no idea what he was referring to. ‘’Why are you here?’’ You let out, scanning the boy in front of you. A dry chuckle left Sunghoons lips as he ran his hand through his hair in frustration. ‘’Are you fucking serious?’’ He hissed, squinting his eyes as he looked at you.

‘’You’ve been ignoring me for days, and you’re surprised I’m here?’’ He continued, the tone of his voice indicating that he was only growing even more impatient. You stared at him for a moment, surprised at the tone of his voice; raising your eyebrows. ‘’You’re drunk,’’ You muttered before closing the door, trying not to break down right there and then. 

The last thing you needed right now was Sunghoon showing up at your door unannounced and drunk, just to get angry with you.

Sunghoon, however, was not planning on leaving. He was quick to grab the door handle, stopping you from closing it; fully opening it back up again. ‘’What the fuck?’’ You exclaimed, now getting defensive as he refused to leave. ‘’No, you don’t get to do that,’’ He let out, stepping inside. You stared at him as he invited himself into your house, the shock and fear of facing him being replaced by anger. 

The anger slowly faded as you watched him slightly stumble on his own feet, and if he hadn’t grabbed the wall right beside him, he most likely would’ve fallen onto the floor. Acting on pure instinct, you quickly went to grab his arm to prevent him from falling; retracting it just as quickly when you realized what you were doing. Your arm fell down your side once again, your eyes meeting his.

He ran his fingers through his messy hair, a sigh escaping his lips as he continued to grab onto the wall in an attempt to stabilize himself. ‘’Can I please sit down for a moment?’’ He mumbled, the anger that had previously lingered in his voice nowhere to be found as he spoke. You stared at him for a moment, considering your options.

There was no way he’d be able to get himself home like that. You weren’t a horrible person and you would never let someone walk home in the middle of the night on their own, especially when they can barely stand up straight. Not even Park Sunghoon.

‘’Go sit on the couch and I’ll call Jake so he can come to pick you up.’’

After pressing the call button for what felt like the hundredth time, a sigh escaped your lips as you impatiently tapped your foot against the wooden floor.

You could see Sunghoon sitting on the couch from where you were standing, leaning against the kitchen countertop as you nervously picked at your nails; his forearms resting on top of his thighs, his head hanging with his gaze glued to the floor. You had been trying to reach Jake for almost five minutes at this point, each and every call going straight to voice message. 

As you once again reached Jake’s voice message, you realized he wasn’t going to pick up. You would have to deal with Sunghoon yourself.

“Sunghoon.” He immediately sat up straight as he heard your voice call out to him, his eyelids not looking as heavy anymore. ‘’Jake’s not picking up his phone, do you have anyone else that could come pick you up?’’ Sunghoon hated the way you spoke to him, like he was a child. He didn’t need anyone picking him up. What he needed was to stay right where he was, with you. He needed to stay with you before he lost his mind. ‘’No, Jay’s visiting his family so he’s not home,’’ He dryly mumbled, his eyes meeting the floor below him once again.

Another sigh left your lips, closing your eyes as you tried to figure out a way to get the boy to leave your house.

‘’Why did you come here, Sunghoon?’’ You let out after a moment of silence, your eyes fluttering open; landing on the boy sitting across the room.

Yet another short silence fell upon the two of you. He just stared at you, his lips slightly parting. ‘’Because I needed to see you.’’ Was all he let out, his eyes still glued to you. You slightly furrowed your eyebrows, both in annoyance and confusion, shaking your head. ‘’No, you could’ve gone to anyone else. Why would you come here?’’

“Because you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”

“Don’t say shit you don’t mean.” 

Never had you ever talked to him in that tone before, it was a tone he never thought he’d hear lingering in your voice. The warmth and comfort he usually found in your voice was long gone as the words spilled past your lips, your words almost taking him by surprise - no, they did take him by surprise.

Maybe your coldness was something he had coming, after all; but the way you had allowed him to sober up on your couch had somewhat convinced him that maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t fucked up as badly as he had originally thought.

“But I do mean it,”

Even in his drunken state, he could tell by the way your eyes remained on the floor that his words only made things worse. But how could he refrain from letting his thoughts pour out, when he was only telling you the truth?

He failed to understand that right now, however, was not the right moment for him to speak his truth.

“We both know you’re an incredible liar.” Your words were sharp and it was definitely not the right moment for Sunghoon to laugh, but he couldn’t help it as a chuckle left his lips. Nothing about the situation was particularly funny, him showing up your house drunk and you clearly being uncomfortable with him being around, yet something about it felt so ironic to Sunghoon.

‘’What did you expect me to do? I’ve been trying to reach you for days,’’ He exclaimed, causing you to stop in your tracks.

You stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out what was actually going through his head. ‘’Because I don’t want to see you, Sunghoon, so why on earth would you even consider showing up like this?’’ You hissed at him, anger building up inside of you as you tried to make him realize he had practically disrespected your privacy in the worst way possible. ‘’But you wanna see Jake, hm?’’

The mention of Jake took you aback. Your eyes widened as you stared at him, his jaw clenched as he stared back at you. His eyes looked darker than usual, and you only now noticed the obvious bags under his eyes; something you had failed to notice before. Taking a better look at him, you realized he looked awful. ‘’What?’’ You let out, still not taking your eyes off him. Another chuckle left his lips, 

‘’Don’t act stupid, you were holding his hand for everyone to see.’’ He hissed at you, his eyebrows furrowed together. You stared at him for a moment before a chuckle left your own lips, taking both you and Sunghoon by surprise. ‘’Is that what this is about?’’ You hissed back, not believing the words leaving his lips. This time, it was Sunghoons turn to be left stunned, not expecting you to snap back at him like that. 

‘’You have no fucking right to show up like this,’’ You let out, pointing your finger at him. ‘’and be upset about something that doesn’t concern you in the first place.’’ You continued, your finger meeting the fabric covering his chest. ‘’Get a fucking grip.’’ You hissed, fighting the urge to slap him across the face.

‘’Fuck you Y/N,’’ Sunghoon breathed, shaking his head as he spoke; standing up from the couch. You shook your head, your eyes widening. ‘’No, Sunghoon, fuck you,’’ You let out, keeping your eyes on him. ‘’Fuck you and fuck your entitled ass, you broke my heart, why can’t you just be satisfied with that?’’ You continued, your finger still pointed at him. ‘’Was that not enough? Did playing me like that not satisfy you and your sick fucking mind? You just had to come here and act all fucking mighty?’’

At this point, you could no longer control your thoughts nor could you control your emotions. You were so busy practically yelling at him that you failed to notice the tears now making their way down your cheeks. ‘’You’re fucking miserable Sunghoon, does this feed your ego? Did breaking my heart feed your fucking ego?’’ At this point, you were rambling. You no longer had any idea what you were actually saying, you just let all the emotions you had felt the last couple of days pour out of you. 

‘’Y/N,’’ Sunghoon mumbled after what felt like an eternity. ‘’No, have you not done enough?’’

‘’Y/N, you’re crying.’’

His words interrupted you, your lips parted as you stared at him. You slowly brought one of your hands to your face, your fingertips grazing over the skin; realizing that you were in fact crying. Your gaze met the floor, your fingers desperately trying to wipe away the tears spilling down your cheeks; not wanting him to see you cry. 

The two of you stood there in silence for a moment, an eerie silence creeping up on the two of you as you still trying to wipe away the tears that were still spilling down your cheeks as he watched you.

He wanted to grab you, pull you into his chest, and just let you cry. He wanted to apologize, he wanted to kiss your forehead and tell you over and over how sorry he was; that breaking your heart didn’t feed his ego, that he never meant for it to be this way. But by the way you had just lashed out at him, he knew he had no right to show up at your house in the first place nor was it his place to comfort you.

‘’Why would you just show up like this?’’ You mumbled after a while, your gaze still fixated on the wooden floor underneath you. ‘’I’m sorry,’’ Sunghoon mumbled, his eyes still glued on your figure; fighting the urge to comfort you. But as you covered your face using both your hands, he could no longer fight the urge to pull you into his chest.

To his surprise, you didn’t fight back. You just let him wrap his arms around your figure, pulling you close to him; suppressed sobs leaving your lips. Sunghoon had to close his own eyes in order to fight back his own tears as he heard the broken sounds coming from you, resting his head on top of yours as he gently stroked your hair in a desperate attempt to calm you down.

You lashing out at him sobered him up and he now felt beyond stupid for even thinking about showing up at your doorstep in the middle of the night. He knew that would be something he would have to think about later, as of right now the only thing he could possibly think about was you and the tears dripping onto his shirt.

This was the first time Sunghoon had ever comforted someone like this. If it had been anyone else sobbing into his chest, he most likely would’ve pushed them off; probably yelling at them not to do that. It was something he felt extremely uncomfortable doing, even the sight of someone else crying was enough for him to feel uncomfortable.

But you? You were a completely different story. Maybe because he was the cause of your pain and the reason behind the tears leaving your eyes, but also because you were someone he loved. You were someone he had fallen in love with, a feeling he didn’t even know he could experience. Yet you had somehow managed to get him to fall for you and damn, was it a bittersweet feeling. At least when you were sobbing into his shirt at 1 am on a Friday night, all thanks to him.

It took a while for your sobs to die down and for your breathing to go back to normal, Sunghoon slowly feeling you relax in his arms. He continued stroking your hair, while stroking your back with his other hand; doing everything he possibly could to calm you down. After a while, you felt his hand leave your hair, only to grab your cheek; causing you to look up at him.

You could see the concern on his face, his eyebrows furrowed together and his bottom lip placed in between his teeth as he scanned your face. He gently stroked your cheek using his thumb, wiping away the remaining tears that had dampened your skin. To him, you looked ethereal. Even with your cheeks red from crying, your eyelash stuck together from all the tears, you were still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Deep down he knew that he shouldn't, and so did you. But as his eyes darted between your eyes and lips, he could no longer hold it back. Leaning down, his lips met yours; his hand still caressing your cheek.

Just like one of the first times the two of you had hung out, he expected you to push him away and yell at him for kissing you; but you never did. Instead, you placed one of your hands on top of the hand placed on your cheek, pulling yourself even closer to him. His other hand sneaked around your waist, your soft lips moving against his own rough ones. As a small whimper left your lips, Sunghoon felt like bursting into tears; taking a steadier grip of your face as he roughly kissed you.

The two of you stumbled backward, lips still pressed together in a messy kiss; falling onto the couch behind you. Your back met the couch, Sunhoon hovering above you; pulling away from the heated kiss. You looked at him for a moment, your hands finding their way toward the back of his neck, your eyes darting between his eyes and lips.

You quickly slammed your lips against his once again, letting him get in between your legs so you could wrap them around his figure to bring him even closer. He placed one of his hands above your head to hold himself up while the other hand found its way to your waist, his nails digging into your skin as his tongue slipped into your mouth. A muffled moan left your lips as you felt him lightly grind his lower half against your core, grabbing onto his hair.

‘’I mean it when I say you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever fucking met Y/N,’’ He hissed as he pulled away from the kiss, grabbing your jaw before tilting your head to the side; your whole neck on display for him. ‘’The fucking prettiest.’’ He mumbled as his lips met the sensitive skin right under your ear, causing a small whimper to leave your lips as he continued to leave wet kisses down your neck.

‘’Sunghoon,’’ You whined, your eyes fluttering close from the pleasure of his lips sucking on your skin; the skin breaking upon his harsh sucking. ‘’I’m so sorry,’’ He mumbled against your skin, his lips traveling down to your collarbones, moving your shirt so no skin was left untouched by his lips. ‘’I promise you I’ll never make you cry like that again, fuck, I promise,’’ He murmured as his hand slipped under your shirt, slighly pulling it up so he could get a better view of your body before letting your head hit the couch once again; his lips attacking your sensitive skin.

At this point, you could no longer hold back the broken whimpers spilling from your lips as his tongue swiped across your skin. You were getting desperate for any type of friction, desperately grinding your core against his crotch, causing him to groan against your neck. You grabbed onto his hair once again, forcing him to look up at you before smashing your lips against his once again.

The kiss was just as rough as the previous one, his tongue immediately slipping into your mouth; tugging at his hair as your tongue happily greeted his. ‘’I hate you,’’ You mumbled between kisses, causing yet another groan to leave his lips. ‘’I know baby, I know,’’ He mumbled as he pulled away, a string of saliva connected between the two of you. You were about to whine in protest as you suddenly felt one of his hand slip below the waistband of the sweatpants you were wearing; causing a gasp to leave your lips. ‘’So please let me make it up to you, okay?’’

He didn’t even give you time to respond before you felt his big hand cupping your core. He let out a hiss, pressing a kiss just below your ear as he ran two of his fingers up and down your slit. ‘’My good girl,’’ He whispered into your ear as he tapped your clit, another broken whimper leaving your mouth. ‘’Sunghoon, please,’’ You mumbled, arching your back of the couch, desperate for any touch at this point.

‘’Don’t worry, I’m not planning on teasing you tonight.’’ He mumbled back, his fingers slowly starting to draw circled over your now aching clit. A moan left your lips as his fingers began moving, grabbing onto his back as your eyes fluttered close once more. ‘’So wet for me baby,’’ He groaned into your ear, licking the sensitive skin as he spoke. ‘’More, please give me more,’’ You whimpered, feeling his lips latch onto your skin. ‘’Anything for you.’’

As he slipped a finger into you, another hiss left his lips. ‘’So, so wet,’’ He murmured as he slipped in yet another finger without any problem, slowly pumping them in and out of you. As his digits entered you, you let out another moan; pushing your lower body down, allowing him to go even deeper. ‘’I don’t think I even have to prep you, hm?’’ He murmured into your ear. You quickly shook your head, not feeling satisfied with just his fingers. 

He slowly retracted his fingers, running his fingers up and down your slit once more; coating it in your own arousal. He looked up at you, placing his forehead against yours before pressing his lips against yours once more. You quickly pulled your pants down, leaving you in just your underwear and the t-shirt you were wearing. His lips continued to move against your own as he fiddled with the belt of his pants, pulling both his pants and underwear down in one go.

His hard cock sprung up, hitting his abdomen as he kicked his pants off his legs. You broke the kiss, looking down at his cock, gently wrapping one of your hands around it. His tip was red and leaking pre-cum, a low groan leaving his lips as you began pumping his cock. You looked back up at him, your eyes meeting; him smashing his lips against yours once more. ‘’I need you now, please,’’ You mumbled against his lips, to which he only nodded in response; too busy enjoying the feeling of your tongue greeting his own as your hand wrapped around his cock.

After a while of you desperately trying to jerk him off, doing a questionable job at doing so considering the position you were in; with him hovering above you and his lips attached to yours in a hungry kiss. ‘’Do you want me to go get a condom?’’ He mumbled as he pulled away, causing you to shake your head in response. ‘’I want to feel you, Sunghoon.’’

Your words made his cock twitch, not a single word leaving his lips as he stared at you. He nibbled on his bottom lip as he stared at you, the girl of his dreams, laying underneath him; begging to get fucked by him. With your eyelashes still stuck together and your cheeks still red from crying, with your neck all bruised and red from his harsh kisses and sucking; the t-shirt you wore had ridden up your stomach, exposing the skin of your stomach - you simply looked like an angel to him. 

‘’Fuck.’’ He grunted, bringing his face closer to yours, capturing your lips in a kiss once again. But this time the kiss was much softer and not as harsh as the previous ones, this kiss was much more loving and not as hungry. It was more passionate. Which was exactly what Sunghoon wanted, he wanted you to know just how passionate he was about you.

Using his free hand, he grabbed his cock; stroking it a few times before lining it up against your entrance, rubbing his irritated tip against your clothed core. He simply just pushed the underwear to the side, not even bothering to take it off. He needed to feel you around him now.

A hiss left his mouth as he pushed the tip in, your arousal making it easy for him to enter you without any problems. He slowly pushed his hips forwards, looking down; watching the way his member disappeared into you with ease. A moan left your mouth as he pushed it all the way in, the feeling of your slick walls greeting him.

He stayed still for a moment, getting used to the feeling of being inside of you before slowly pulling back out. He looked back up at you, running one of his hands through your hair; keeping it at the back of your head as he began slowly thrusting in and out of you. The moans that spilled from your lips sounded like music to his ears, a groan leaving his own lips as he buried his head in the crock of your neck.

‘’I’m so sorry,’’ He mumbled as he snapped his hips forwards, a whimper leaving your lips as the sound of skin on skin filled the room. ‘’Words can’t explain how sorry I am.’’ He continued, feeling your nails dig into the skin on his back. ‘’Then show me.’’ Your words caused him to prop himself up, stopping his movements; his eyes meeting yours.

‘’Show me how sorry you are.’’

As soon as the whimper left your lips, he snapped his hips forwards once again. This time, the thrust was not as gentle as the previous ones, but much more aggressive; causing your nails to dig even deeper into his skin. ‘’I’ll fuck you hard if that’s what you want,’’ He hissed, his tip brushing against your g-spot. You nodded in response, your lips parted open as he thrusted into you even harder. ‘’I’ll show you just how sorry I am.’’

With that being said, he began pounding into you; just like you wanted. You were now a moaning mess as the tip of his cock reached even deeper, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him as he continued pounding into you. ‘’I want you to look at me,’’ He let out through gritted teeth, his nails digging into your skin. You only managed to moan in response as his hand traveled down your neck, his veiny hand wrapping around your neck instead.

He kept his eyes on you, even though your eyes were practically shut by now; loud moans leaving your throat as he pounded into you. The sound of his balls hitting your wet skin filled the room, almost drowned out by your moans and whimpers.

Sunghoon, however, was too busy studying your face to even notice the loud sounds coming from you. The way your eyebrows were furrowed as you took his cock, the way your mouth fell open as he hit that spot; he couldn’t help but notice all of it. He couldn’t help but groan as you whimpered his name, only thrusting into you even harder just to hear his name leave your lips over and over again. 

‘’I’m so close,’’ You suddenly let out, his hand wrapped around your throat making it hard for you to speak, only causing him to grab your throat even harder. ‘’Yeah? Touch yourself for me baby,’’ He grunted, watching as your hand shakily made its way down your stomach before slowly rubbing your own clit. He watched as you desperately rubbed your clit, speeding up his thrusts; wanting to see the pleasure overtake you.

At this point, both his arms were burning from propping himself up for too long; but he simply couldn’t care less. As he felt his own high approaching, the burning in his arms went away, and the look on your face as your orgasm approached made it all worth it. ‘’Fuck, Sunghoon,’’ You stuttered as your orgasm washed over you, your back arching off the couch once again, squeezing your eyes shut.

Sunghoon cursed under his breath as he replaced your hand with his own, quickly rubbing your clit; letting you ride out your own orgasm. ‘’Good girl,’’ He murmured into your ear, his thrusts slowly becoming sloppy. ‘’That’s my good girl.’’ He grunted as he felt you relax underneath him, your eyes still closed from the intense orgasm. Sunghoon was sure he’d have marks covering his back in the morning, not that he minded.

‘’Where do you want me to cum baby?’’ He let out, feeling his own orgasm about to wash over him. ‘’Come inside of me, please,’’ You whimpered into his ear, causing a groan to leave his lips.

Your words were all he needed to reach his high. Your words tipped him over the edge, his cum coating your insides; his vision almost going black as he felt his abdomen twitch; curses spilling past his lips as he filled you up. ‘’Fuck,’’ He exclaimed, burying his head in between your neck and the couch as he thrusted into you one last time.

He kept his cock inside of you as he collapsed on top of you, retracting his hand from your neck; letting you breathe properly once again. A silence fell over the two of you, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence; the heavy breathing was the only thing being heard, your desperate pants filling the room.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, catching your breath; until a sigh was heard coming from you, causing Sunghoon to look up at you.

You took a deep breath before looking over at him, your eyes meeting. ‘’I want you to tell me everything.’’ You let out, maintaining eye contact. This time, it was Sunghoons turn to break the eye contact. He let out a sigh as he flipped over to his side, laying beside you. ‘’What do you mean by everything?’’ He mumbled, his eyes still focusing on you as he pulled the blanket you had laying on the couch over his lower body. ‘’The bet, why it happened, why you decided to do it, why me out of all people?’’

The last words of your sentence made Sunghoons heart drop. 

Why you? To Sunghoon it was obvious. To Sunghoon a month ago, it wasn’t obvious at all; you were just some random girl after all. You had just been some random girl who had the misfortune of walking into the school cafeteria at the wrong time, just some girl that had one purpose and one purpose only. To fall in love with Park Sunghoon.

But one month later, you were so much more than that. You were so much more than just some girl, and Sunghoon couldn’t be happier that it was you who had walked into the cafeteria at that moment. You were the first girl who had ever made Sugnhoons heart flutter, you were the first girl to ever even intrigue Sunghoon, and you were the first girl to make Sunghoon fall in love. 

Sunghoon inhaled through his nose before parting his lips to speak. ‘’It was stupid,’’ He chuckled. ‘’Jay and I made a bet, saying that I could make any girl fall in love with me within thirty days.’’ He continued, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. ‘’But why me? You had never even looked my way before all of this happened.’’ Your question made Sunghoon frown, his eyes darting toward the ceiling in an attempt to avoid your eye contact. 

‘’I had to make the next girl that walked into the room fall in love with me.’’

Sunghoon could hear you inhaling through your nose as he finished his sentence, your gaze meeting the ceiling above you as well. You stayed quiet, only nodding in response. Now that Sunghoon had said it out loud, it sounded way more childish than he had originally thought. ‘’It wasn’t supposed to go this far, you know.’’ Sunghoon muttered, causing a chuckle to leave your lips. ‘’Thank you for giving me some clarity at least.’’

Sunghoon looked over at you once again, slightly furrowing his eyebrows. ‘’I mean, at least I know what our whole relationship meant to you now.’’

At that moment, Sunghoon felt like someone had just ripped his heart out of his chest. As he watched you lie beside him, your eyes glued to the ceiling; a small smile on your lips as you tried covering up the fact that he had hurt you. Badly. He had hurt you badly. Sunghoon shook his head, immediately grabbing one of your hands and placing them in his. ‘’No,’’ He let out, causing you to look up at him as he sat up straight.

‘’That’s the thing Y/N,’’ He mumbled, placing your intertwined hands on his lap; his fingers playing with yours. ‘’I fell in love with you.’’

Another silence crept upon the room. You stared at him in disbelief as he kept his gaze glued on your intertwined hand, propping yourself up using your other hand so you could sit up properly. ‘’Sunghoon,’’ You began talking, but he quickly cut you off. ‘’I know, I know,’’ He let out, looking over at you. ‘’I know you can’t trust me. But please, I’m begging you,’’ he continued, grabbing onto your hand even harder. ‘’I’ll do anything to show you how sincere I am, no matter how long it takes. Anything.’’ 

Without you even noticing it, a tear drop hit your cheek. You weren’t sure if you were crying because you were happy or frustrated, frustrated because he might be playing you. Again. 

You knew Park Sunghoon by now. You knew how he was. You knew how he liked to spend his weekends, you knew how cruel he could be - God, you out of all people knew just how cruel he could actually be. Yet you couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit of hope as the words left his lips, no matter how much you tried to tell yourself he wasn’t being sincere. You were only a bet, nothing more and nothing less. So why did his words make you feel so relieved?

‘’Okay.’’

‘’Okay?’’

You slowly nodded in response, Sunghoon looked over at you; his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. He had no idea what to make out of your response, trying to read your facial expression. ‘’I don’t know how long it will take for me to ever trust you again Sunghoon, if I even can trust you again,’’ Your words made his heart drop, but what did he expect?

He already knew that there was a possibility that you’d never trust him again. Or even worse, that you want him out of your life forever. The thought of it made Sunghoon feel sick, the heavy feeling he was getting used to at this point spreading across his chest the more he thought about it.

‘’But I’m willing to give it a try.’’

It was almost like the world stopped spinning, Sunghoon felt his heart stop beating for a second as the words left your lips. He stared at you, his lips parting like he was about to say something. But nothing came out, no matter how badly he wanted to tell you how happy he was; he simply couldn’t. A sigh escaped your lips, your gaze landing on your intertwined hand. ‘’No matter how much I hate you and how much you hurt me,’’

‘’I still fell in love with you at the end of the day.’’

That was all Sunghoon needed to hear. Just like that, the heavy feeling that had spread across his chest slowly vanished; replaced by a feeling he was getting somewhat familiar with by now, thanks to you. He quickly smashed his lips against yours, cupping your cheek using one of his hands. He felt like he could cry as he felt you smile into the kiss, placing your hand on top of his. ‘’I swear to you,’’ He let out as he placed his forehead against your own, looking into your eyes. ‘’I’ll make it up to you, one way or another, I promise I’ll make it up to you,’’ He whispered, gently stroking your cheek using his thumb. A small smile spread across your lips, the smile Sunghoon had missed so much; a genuine smile. The smile that made him fall in love with you.

If you could go back in time and change anything you’d like, it would probably be crossing paths with Park Sunghoon. But at the end of the day you can’t go back in time, and with his fingers laced together with yours; you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, crossing paths with Park Sunghoon wasn’t so bad after all.

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[eluminium]

Life Series: Angel's Blessing

...or how killing Skizz seems to lock you into a Top 2 placement.

Welcome to another post where Eluminium goes insane about Skizzleman because the brainrot is consuming me.

So y'all know of the whole "Skizz and the number 3" thing? Well, a part I forgot to mention in the original post was a weird thing relating to Skizz's last deaths. Now Skizz is very good at dying early, he and Jimmy are the only two people who've never made it past session 7. In 3rd Life, he was killed by Grian. In Last Life, he was shot by Ren. And in Limited Life he sacrificed himself to TIES by having Etho kill him.

But.

In (almost) every single death he's had, he's been killed by either the winner of the game or by second place. And the other one (Scar for 3rd Life and Scott for Last Life) was also there to witness it firsthand. Every time. It's not as strong in Limited Life, but it's still there. Who was a witness to Skizz's sacrifice? Impulse. Who came second? Impulse. Martyn didn't witness it nor permakill Skizz, but you could argue that one of the kills Martyn got on Skizz pushed him towards his eventual martyrdom.

 In almost every series, the one to either permakill Skizz or watch Skizz permadie gets top 2. With no fail (so far.) Three times in a row.

Hmmm, well isn't that weird? And it's happened in every series Skizz has been in. And what are the only numbers above three? That's right. One and Two. First and Second. It's almost as if Skizz's weird curse tied to the three works as a blessing for whoever is there to kill him or watch him die. I suppose one man's curse is another man's blessing.

So uhm, petition to call this weird phenomenon "Angel's Blessing." For...obvious reasons. 

Hey I mean, could probably work it into a funny design thing. 

Just imagine Desert Duo in the cactus ring. As they throw punch after punch and speak their woes on how they don't wanna do this, two cracked and barely noticeable triangle-shaped halos (haha get it because three) are hovering over both their heads. As Scar's health starts draining, the halo fades with him, while Grian's only grows stronger, and more stable. Eventually, Grian's fist cracks right through Scar's barely visible golden headpiece, and with that, Scar has no chance. Not that he put up much resistance in the first place.

Just imagine Scott and Ren's final battle. Scott, fresh from his kill on Martyn, with his triangle halo hovering, just taking shot after shot on Ren. With every hit, Ren's halo grows weaker. However, it isn't Scott who smashes the fragile thing into pieces, instead the honor is given to a random zombie, who doesn't care what it just destroyed. When Scott stands victorious, divine lightning strikes and shatters his halo too. 

Just imagine Martyn cutting down Scott first because he knows. He's an observant guy, he's noticed the little gold barely-noticeable triangle floating over Impulse's head. A naive soul would have mistaken it for a trick of the light, but Martyn sees how it cracks as if solid when he ends Scott's life. Scott had to be first, Scott didn't have a halo this time. If Martyn himself looked up, it's quite likely he'd see his own little triangle. Strong, solid, blessed. But the one floating over the demon's head is a broken, helpless, sad little thing uselessly clinging onto hope after being so thoroughly crushed. 

Martyn's brain takes him back for a second. Back to the very first session of this damned death game. Back to that cave, to the rush of the Boogeyman curse, and back to Skizz. As Skizz called him up to give him a sweet compliment, he readied his blade. But all he saw was this poor wingless angel, an angel who had his two snow-white wings hacked off by two boogies barely ten minutes in. All that remained was his halo, and if Martyn wanted to kill Skizz, he would have had to break it...and he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was almost too pathetic. He let Skizz live, let him keep his last piece. And that would be a piece kept until Etho broke it on Skizz's behalf since Skizz never got Boogey killed again.

He couldn't go through with the backstabbing then. It's different now. Much blood-drenched time has passed since.

Now Martyn brings down his axe and lava on his ally, a betrayal he refrained from when this series started. He's numb by now.

When lightning strikes where Scott once stood, he looks over to a shocked Impulse. An Impulse with no armor, an Impulse who won't be able to react in time. Just as helpless and vulnerable as Skizz in that cave. The halo still sits right over the demonic horns, and to kill Impulse, he'll have to break it.

But Martyn is a different man now. Those acts of mercy are long gone. Now, he feels nothing as he mercilessly chases Impulse down and brings his axe through the halo that once made him hesitate. Wrathful, hungry, animalistic.

It's what these worlds do to them. It's what they do to them.

An Angel's Blessing can't guarantee victory. But it can guarantee something better than third. 

And well. For once, the blessing went to Impulse. About time, considering Impulse has watched Skizz permadie every single time. 

Isn't the Life series just full of fun patterns to discover?

btw Skizz said on the podcast today that he has a habit of sometimes kissing Impulse on the cheek when they're reunited. Just a fun fact to cheer you up <3

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