#ASKBOX SPEED RUN

[mobbothetrue]

Spotify prompt! Knuckles and tails, an 19 :)

Oh hoho! You managed to land FightSong by EVE (<- YouTube link), a song that by all rights shoulda been #2 (<- I refuse to pay Spotify money).

Hmm…. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything with Super Sonic Speed, but I always did intend to write follow-ups…

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The city is unbelievably loud. They’re in what Sonic had called a shopping district, and it’s apparently very popular. Knuckles would kind of like to go home, a lot, actually, but Tails is flirting from one shop to another and he doesn’t have it in him to shut the kid down. Sonic is somewhere on the periphery of their little group— he and Tails had bonded, thick as thieves, and Knuckles— well, he tolerated the guy.

Tails gasps like he’s seeing the sun rise for the first time, excited enough that he’s lifting off the ground. Knuckles ambles over, grabs him by the ankle, and pulls him back down. He’s looking at some sort of… thing. Knuckles can’t make heads or tails of it, but it’s definitely saying something to Tails.

Hmm. He is, at least, familiar with the idea of shops. Chao liked to set them up, sometimes, selling fruit or handmade crafts for rings, but Knuckles has no idea if their idea of currency and everyone else’s aligns. Would the shopkeep accept a fruit? Most chao did. It isn’t like rings are a problem, so…

Knuckles turns, seeking out Sonic in the crowd. There he is— stiff as anything, glancing frantically back and forth between Knuckles and some other hedgehog, a pink one. One of his friends, maybe? They look irritated, maybe not. Knuckles steps away from Tails, invites himself into their conversation.

“and you just RAN OFF—“ the hedgehog is shouting. Sonic cracks his mouth open, a faint wheeze escaping.

“Hey,” Knuckles says.

“—do you have ANY IDEA how WORRIED I was—“

This looks like a battle Sonic is better off fighting on his own. Still, Knuckles needs his question answered. “Hey,” he repeats, slightly louder.

“—I mean, I knew you were alright because my cards said so, but—“

“Hey Knuckles,” Sonic manages to crack out, “this is Amy.”

Amy tilts her head at him, and then gives him a sharp, discerning once-over. “Are you one of his other friends?” She asks.

“Yeah, sure,” Knuckles says, and then “do rings work as currency down here?”

She blinks at him, as if this is a weird thing to ask. “Yes?” She says.

“Okay,” Knuckles says, nodding, “try not to scare him too bad.”

Any lingering confusion evaporates, and she whirls around to find Sonic trying to sneak away. “AGAIN!” she shouts, full of conviction, and Knuckles makes his way back to where he left Tails. He isn’t pressed up against the glass anymore, so Knuckles steps into the store. Yeah, there he is. Hovering— literally— over the same display.

Knuckles takes a moment to properly observe, rooting around for the terms Tails would use, in an attempt to ensure he gets the right thing. There’s a looping track, and a few other gadgets on the sides. A switch, one of them looks like, and some barricade, and a few blinking lights. On the track itself is a… sideways cylinder, set on wheels, connected to a few boxes, puffing out smoke— or steam, maybe. Tails is absorbed enough in watching it chug along that he doesn’t even realize Knuckles is standing right next to him. Knuckles’ll just have to make sure he comes up for air, occasionally.

He casts about the rest of the store, vaguely lost. There are a lot of displays, and a lot of colourful boxes. Knuckles picks up one, flips it over, and realizes swiftly he is out of his depth. He brings the box over to Tails, handing it to him. Tails holds onto it for a full few seconds, watching with bated breath as the cylinder switches tracks, before he looks down. His fur all along his spine puffs up, and he turns to look at Knuckles so fast he has to wonder if Sonic hasn’t started to rub off on him in more ways than one. That’s the right box, for sure.

“Really?” Tails asks, voice breathy with excitement, and Knuckles ruffles his fur instinctually.

“‘Course.”

Maybe the shopping district isn’t that bad.

[kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings]

I just had the Idea, like Imagine, the S/o from Muzan, Koku, Douma and Akaza (seperate) finds a spider and is REALLY Scared of it. How would they react?

The mental image of the S/O shrieking in terror and one of these men just absolutely pegging it all the way from one side of the house to the other just to find out its a spider that scared the S/O amuses me greatly (≧▽≦)

Also I have arachnophobia and honestly spiders get my skin crawling in terror... they just give me the ick

Honestly thanks for sliding this into my askbox! It was fun to imagine and write what these men would think and do during such a scenario!

Muzan Kibutsuji, Kokushibo, Douma/Doma + Akaza reacting to their S/O being scared of a spider - Headcanons:

Muzan Kibutsuji:

He was just doing an experiment, just messing around with chemicals to get a reaction

When he hear's you scream

Fucking speed demon o'hoy as he speeds across the house to find you, nails hardening and lengthen and tentacles wanting to burst out from his skin to get rid of what's harmed you

And when he reaches where you are, hands cracking the foundations of the door with a snarl on his lips until his eyes land on you

Muzan stands there - his fear quells and is instead replaced with a thankful neutrality - breathing slowly reverting back to normal as he takes in your shaken form standing on one of the tables in the home's library

With a quirk of his brow his gaze drifts to where your shaking finger points and lands on the calm + poised form of a spider

Muzan stares at it

The spider stares back

Before it's promptly squished under a book

Your carried out of the room like a bride

"For scaring me you get to sit in my lab" Muzan says, going back to mixing chemicals "And if your good, it'll be me that makes you scream in ecstasy later"

Muzan knows spider's scare you so usually just kills them before you see one - although the odd few go get to live

Kokushibo:

Kokushibo was meditating - his usual activity after a long day

It's silent, the house in a state of stillness and the world outside holding it's breathe as Kokushibo breathes in...then out..

And its shattered by your scream of fear

His body moves quicker than his mind

Hand on his katana as he rushes to where you are and as see's you cowering in the hallway, eyes flicking to and fro to see where your fear is placed to see the 8-legged fiend

"It's a spider...." He states plainly, eyes blinking as his stance relaxes "......again?"

"Can you please make it go away!" You whisper-shout, eyes peaking through your fingers at him "It's really scary"

Kokushibo simply sighs

Moving silently to catch the spider with a drinking cup and a piece of parchment from the ceiling and releasing it outside

He picks you up and dusts you off with a small smile

"Next time just shout my name, I'll handle the spiders"

Douma/Doma:

Douma/Doma had just finished a sermon

Narrowly escaping his followers clutches from having to give more false kindness and advice that he probably didn't mean

Until he hears you scream

Fear flushes his insides cold and worry makes his chest ache as he runs to your shared quarters

First, he blinks - taking in the scene of your shaking form and the rather harmless spider on the wall

Then his brain starts working at a mile a minute before everything clicks into place

You (S/O) + Spider + Scream from you = Fear = New form of entertainment

Douma/Doma smirks - something filled with malice and a polite mock sympathy - before making his way across the room to soothe you

Before promptly catching the spider and chasing you with it...

Yes, this is funny for him and no, he won't stop until he's tired

After having his fun - for what felt like a millennia - Douma/Doma releases the spider outside

And with a chuckle, kisses your forehead and leaves you

Douma/Doma just doesn't understand why you're scared of spiders until you sit down with him before bed and tell him off for earlier

After that he orders his followers to either kill spiders on sight or move them into the garden

Akaza:

He was training in the garden when he heard you scream out in terror

Making record time to get to you by simply leaping from the garden through the bedroom's open window

Eyes moving wildly trying to find the source of your terror - his heart aching when seeing your eyes shimmering with tears and a scared wobble to your lip

Until landing on the black mass on the floor scuttling about... "a....a spider?" He says inquisitively, his head tilting in confusion

When he realizes that it was the spider that made you scream, Akaza kinda just stares at it for a little while before joining you on the bed to get away from it and soothe you

Then 5 minutes roll into 10 minutes and your both sat there, chilling on the bed in a hug and waiting for the spider to leave

"It's gone now...."

Accidentally stands on the spider

Yes, he screams

No, the spider doesn't make it

But you do get to laugh

Akaza now doesn't go near spiders....

[sunnebeam]

"i was hoping i wouldn't have to resort to this."

A 'PERKS OF BEING A HOUSEHUSBAND' DRABBLE.

pairing: min yoongi x reader

plot: the (mis)adventures of retired gangster min yoongi as he leaves behind the life of the mafia and navigates the way of the househusband.

warnings: the way of the househusband au, marriage au, crack, domesticity, yoongi unintentionally scares people

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: go on tell me d-day!yoongi isn't tatsu I DARE YOU 😤 btw u don't need to watch the way of the househusband before reading this, but i swear u won't regret it if u do lol it's so funny (and it gives great visuals for this fic!). anyways, enjoy!! i'd love to hear ur thoughts so drop by my askbox and let's chat :)

Water drips down his neck as he washes his face. Droplets fall down his tattooed back, tracing the meticulous lines and bold colors that contrast his pale skin.

After rinsing and drying off, he dons on his outfit for the day – a fitted, white, short-sleeved shirt that shows off the intricate tattoos on both his arms and some black sweatpants – and puts on his signature apron – a beige, cotton apron with a drawing of his brown poodle on the front. Said poodle is staring at him from the bathroom door as he takes one last look at the mirror.

An old, bumpy scar runs down his right eye.

"Perfect," he says to himself before heading to the kitchen with his dog following right behind.

Min Yoongi never used to wake up this early. But these days, he wakes up bright and early at six o'clock because he has an important assignment.

"What do you think, Holly? Too big?"

The poodle barks in response, and taking its opinion into consideration, Yoongi adjusts his gimbap slices accordingly, making them a tad bit smaller and just the perfect size for your lunchbox.

"Shit!"

The door to your shared bedroom opens and you run out, already dressed in your corporate attire. You run to the kitchen where your husband is and get a huge glass of water.

"I'm late!" you screech, all while gulping down the whole glass.

"But you still have a few hours," he points out in confusion.

"I forgot I have an early meeting!" you explain in a hurry, putting on your heels before giving your husband a big smooch on the lips and blowing Holly a kiss. "Sorry, Yoonie! I'll see you later!"

And you're out the door.

Yoongi blinks for a few moments before shaking his head. He's chuckling in amusement at your mishap, but if any outsider hears his laughter, it just sounds a bit manic.

"Well, looks like it's just you and me, Holly."

Holly barks.

"Huh? What was that?"

Holly barks.

Yoongi stares at the poodle, then at your Hello Kitty lunchbox he meticulously prepared, then back at the poodle.

"She forgot her lunchbox?"

Holly barks.

"Fuck."

Yoongi snaps into action, securing the lunchbox and putting it inside a Hello Kitty cloth bag before running out the door with his cute apron still on. He mounts his bicycle and speeds towards your office – which, if he was driving a car, would have broken numerous traffic regulations but luckily he isn't a stranger to breaking a law or two.

He's almost to your office. He's halfway there.

But unfortunately, there's a bit of a situation.

"What's your occupation, sir?"

The two police officers stare at him hesitantly after flagging him down for pedalling too fast with his bicycle. They're debating on giving him a ticket but then Yoongi answers.

"Househusband."

They stare at him.

"What?"

Yoongi sighs. At this rate, he won't be able to catch you before you clock in.

"Wait a second," one of the officers says, eyeing the tattoos peeking out from Yoongi's shirt and the big scar on his eye. "Are you..."

They stare at the name on the ticket. Min Yoongi.

"...Agust D?"

No way, the other officer thinks. There's a rumor about an infamous gangster called Agust D who used to slaughter his enemies with his own two hands. This guy can't be him. Right? Right?!

They hold a breath when Yoongi reaches into his pocket.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to this," he murmurs.

"Wait, sir. There's no need for violence—"

"Here," Yoongi shuts them up by thrusting one of his most precious possessions.

A gift card for discounts at the local grocery store.

The police officers stare at the gift card, bewildered.

"As much as it pains me to let go of this," Yoongi continues, "take it. Now, I have to go."

And he pedals away, leaving behind one gift card and two very confused cops.

COPYRIGHT 2023. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[gghostwriter]

Hiya! :D

Since askbox is open, may I please order some slight hurt-comfort based off of "From Eden" by Hozier? Harnessing the pure longing this song emanates to me fr.

Something like non-BAU!reader getting hurt by an unsub during a case (non-lethal but it does require a stitch or two) and spencer gets abnormally worried about this one person among the group of victims (maybe serial bank robberies) and when the team notices it and ask him about it he reveals to them that they're actually his roommate?

something romantic-leaning; I just like the idea of him standing outside the hospital room door [OMG LIKE THE SONG] because the doctors told him to wait before he could go inside sitting there like 🥺 "My roommate :(" and getting embarassed when the team calls reader his partner; "You're so worried it's almost like you're dating." sort of feel

Sorry if this is long btw! I tend to go all out on ideas! Pronouns are up to you though, feel free to change anything to your liking as well! :]

Thanks for reading! :D

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader Trope: Roommates; Comfort, Fluff, Angst w.c: 1.2k A/N: There's so much interpretation for 'From Eden by Hozier' and I had a challenging time trying to capture which meaning I wanted to encapsulate. This is also by far the longest request I've written and honestly this took a life of its own but I still hope you like it! Main masterlist

Eden. // Spencer Reid

The monotone droll in the bank was white noise in your life that you learned to slowly hate. Day in, day out it was the same thing—customers withdrawing, depositing, and claiming loans. You liked numbers, that was how you ended up as a manager, but the cookie cutter business smile you had to keep on your face was a con you wish to part from. 

You sighed. Your roommate turned secret crush, Dr. Spencer Reid, had warned you about the serial robberies that had happened within the state of Virginia and Washington. He advised you to be vigilant and if possible, to keep your phone within your reach and you easily agreed having heard some of the macabre cases he’d been involved in.

You just didn’t think it would happen today.

“Get down on the ground!” A man’s voice echoed throughout the lobby, followed by a series of gunshots.

Spencer’s voice played in your head as if he was a lighthouse guiding you out from the panic. Hide. Don’t panic. Press the hidden alarm and dial my number.

You thanked your past self for programming his contact on speed dial. Volume down and no words uttered, you hid the phone inside your blouse hoping to not get caught.

“You there!” One of the masked men caught sight of you. “Outside. Now!”

You nodded, averting your eyes to show submission. Another tactic from Spencer.

Wishing the call picked up the trio of robbers voices, you stayed facing down on the lobby surround by the rest of the hostages.

Spencer, please. Please, get my message.

Just a few miles away, tension was high in the BAU conference room. The round table littered with folders and cooling coffee mugs. The team was running on a mixture of caffeine and sheer will to solve the serial bank robber case, tagged as priority by Strauss, that had been terrorizing states for a span of months. 

Spencer raked his already unruly hair. So far, the profile was incomplete. They knew there were three in the team but with varying heights and builds in various crime scenes, even that was shaky. What they were sure of was the sick game of Russian roulette they would play with their hostages, always with one bullet in a revolver and who ever is unlucky, dies with a hole between their brows and the remaining hostages are pistol whipped to unconsciousness. 

He knew he should stay objective. He knew that but how could he, when who he considers as his secret flower was at risk every second the unsubs were at large? It was his mission to keep you safe and the chances of you being caught in the line of fire heightened each second.

Vibration from his pocket brought him out of his musings. 

It was you. Right there and then, Spencer knew it was anything but good. You never called during work hours and with the last conversation between you having been about safety, it had settled in his stomach that the worst reality had come to fruition.

He picked up without saying a word, straining his ears to hear any distinguishable background noise. That was when he heard it—the authoritative, cocky voice yelling at you to come outside. His heart dropped. 

No. No. No. Anything but this.

“Sir, we just got a call,” Penelope rushed into the conference room. “There’s a live hostage taking at—”

“—Commerce Bank. 125 Independence Boulevard,” Reid interjected.

The profilers shared a look.

“That’s right,” Penelope muttered.

Morgan raised an eyebrow at him as he hurriedly stood up and collected his belongings. “Wait Reid—” causing him to stop in his tracks and turn to face back at the team. “—How’d you know?”

“Because Y/N works there,” he promptly exits the room, hightailing it to the elevator.

Emily looked at JJ. “Who’s that?”

She shrugged, lost too on who you were.

———

The team had split into two vehicles. Hotch, Rossi, and Reid in one while Morgan Emily, and JJ in the other.

Rossi glanced at Hotch, communicating the tension Reid was releasing from the passenger seat. In turn, Hotch sneaks a peek via the rear view mirror and profiles Reid’s ticks—hands clasped tight together, right leg shaking up and down, eyes shifting from left to right, and deep breaths through the nose and mouth. 

“Reid,” he called out.

Blown wide doe eyes meet his. “Hm?”

“We need you to stay focused. If you can’t do that, I’ll pull you out of this case.”

“I—I can do it!” His voice cracking.

“Are you sure, kid?” Rossi clarified.

He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s just she’s my—” roommate but that singular title wasn’t fitting to describe who you were to him. No classification was good enough, really. “—I can focus,” he declared. 

There was a series of looks exchanged between the two senior agents. They didn’t need to be seasoned profilers to understand that their youngest is one slip away from panic.

Hotch sighed. “Alright, Reid, but you follow my orders. Got it?”

“Yes.” 

———

Einstein’s theory of special relativity was what came to mind as he paced outside your hospital room. The physicist implied that time moves relative to the observer. An object moving very fast experiences time more slowly than in rest and that was exactly what he felt as he paces back and forth outside your room, desperately waiting for any update—the good or the bad. Everyone seemed to be moving at a leisure pace while he, Dr. Spencer Reid, hangs on the precipice of elation and despair. 

The team had sent him away, to you specifically, when it was obvious that his otherwise objective mind was of no help in finishing up the case. Was it dreadful of him that he felt relief course through his veins when it wasn’t you that got the short end of the stick during the unsubs’ Russian Roulette? Yes, possibly but he was only human. A being filled with conundrums and good vs evil. 

The impact of today was eye opening. He could no longer deny to himself that you were more than just a roommate or an acquaintance or a friend. Oh, how hard he tried so hard to push away any thought that seemed any less innocent or chivalrous, but the idea of seeing those beautiful eyes broken and in pain made him want to face the truth. The truth being how deliriously in love Spencer Reid was with you. 

His phone rang, disturbing his mind-altering revelation thoughts.

“Hey kid,” It was Morgan. “How is she?”

Reid licked his lips, eyes trained on the still closed door. “I—I haven’t seen her. The doctors are still inside and I’m still here—outside.” 

“I know this isn’t the time but should we know who she is?” A pause. “Girlfriend?”

“No. No, she’s my roommate,” his sigh coated in despair, murky and sad enough for Morgan to notice.

“You sounded so worried. It’s almost like you’re in love with her or something.”

“I am—” your door opened. “I have to go, Morgan,” he hung up before another word could be uttered.

“Are you Dr. Spencer Reid?” The female doctor asked.

He nodded.

She smiled. “She’ll see you now.”

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[fyodior]

awesome! do not mind me uploading my thoughts I your askbox <3

just thinking about coming home after work and not seeing dazai lounging on his usual spot on the sofa. telling yourself he must've gone to lupin, he must've gone to the cafe. only to walk into your room with the intention of getting changed and seeing him mewling while humping your pillow so desperately :(

usually hed be embarrassed and play it off. but something about the teary eyes under his heavy lashes and the way his ears pin back and his tail stands high on alert just tells you he's feeling too sensitive to even run from anything . and he's getting so frustrated , cause no matter how much he humps the stupid pillow, it's just not getting him off good enough, he needs you.

when you wrap a hand around his cock for the first time it's almost embarassing that he cums after only 2 strokes. and he's still so impossibly hard, so achey. he can't help himself when he tries to start thrusting into your hand :(

ughh and when you finally let him actually fuck you that man is not pulling out for hours. he's so completely spent out and he's bred you so full of his kits , it's all just blanks now :( he's kneading his paws into your abdomen and not stopping until he passes out!!

I know u like piss so ill totally drop in that he can be so overstimulated and focused on breeding you he simply can't help it when he looses control over his bladder too . but its not like either of you mind. and he's too focused on you wrapped around him to care.

yes yes yes i love this so much zai!!!!!!

i just love the idea of puppy dazai desperately rutting his little puppy cock against a pillow thats squished between his thighs, mewling and yowling as he tries so hard to chase a high that just won't come. a high that only you can give him. the pillow is friction, sure, but it's not anywhere close to your fist, or your mouth, or your tight wet hole. though thinking about said hole does get him a little closer to coming.

when you walk in on him, you're shocked but not surprised. dazai tends to get a little humpy in his heats, instinctually chasing friction whenever and wherever he can. pillows, couch arms, blankets, even the corner of a table once. so you just sigh and shake your head when you see the distressed puppy violating the poor pillow before settling onto the bed and pulling him in between your legs, with his back to your chest. you kiss up his neck sweetly, whispering sweet, calming things into his ear, telling him he's okay and that you've got him, while you give his cock a good few squeezes. like you said, 2 strokes later, and hot cum is spitting from the tip. he's embarrassed, immediately turning around and nuzzling into you, but you just laugh and tell him its okay, and that he's such a good puppy for responding so well to your touch <3

in dazai's heat, when you finally let the poor puppy fuck you, you better hope his heat fell over a weekend or else you're gonna have to take a couple days off from work/school because he's not letting you go any time soon. it's so animalistic and primal the way he mounts you, pressing you into the mattress as he shoves his horribly aching, leaky cock into your hole, damn near howling as he does. dazai always prided himself on his humanity, but he's more dog than not when you're under him like this. his tail is swishing, his ears are pinned back, and he's growling as he thrusts into you at a nonhuman speed and strength. the only human words coming out of his mouth are incoherent ones that revolve around breeding you full of his puppies. and i love the idea like you said of him kneading into your abdomen or your chest as a comfort/grounding thing, that's so puppy like and so cute !!

and yes yes yes yes...... he absolutely loses all rational thought and autonomy over his body to where he's not even processing anything other than how good his cock feels, ignoring how full is bladder is until what's shooting out of his cock and filling your hole isn't cum but piss. he couldn't care less in this state, and you've come to terms with it happening. it just comes with the territory of having a puppy hybrid in your life <3 <3 (thank you for indulging me sweetheart)

[o-pandora-o]

Hello, Pandora! I saw that your askbox is open for WHB (hopefully still is, and if not, please ignore this 🙇)

I just thought of this one: what if MC is kidnapped during a battle? I know the angels would kill them on the spot, but for the sake of the plot... 😂 How would the 4 kings react/feel and go about saving MC?

I don't know what would be better - headcanons, drabble, whatever strikes your fancy and inspiration if you feel like doing this ☺️

Thank you and have a great day/night!

Kings React to MC being Kidnapped

Warnings: Profanity/curse words, used gender-neutral pronouns. I didn't write Lucifer because I don't want him to be OOC. I used MC instead of 2nd person POV since I know some people don't wanna see MC and reader/you/your name(y/n) in a similar manner.

a/n: Thank you for this request anon! Sorry if it kinda took some time 😔. Nonetheless, hope you enjoy this! I hope I answered your request correctly 🥺 if not, please do say so. Thank you so much again! For those asking, requests/asks are open!

Satan

🩸Everything happened too fast, he was busy battling Cherubs, he didn't notice the Angel slipped by him and got MC. All he heard was Sitri and Ppyong screaming "SOLOMON!!!" "MCCCC".

🩸Next thing Sitri and Ppyong heard was crunching sounds from His Majesty Satan.

🩸Satan emitted a red smoke, the next thing happened all the Cherubs and Angels were lifeless on the cold floor.

🩸Satan was so mad, but he was very focused. He followed the angel so fast he managed to catch up. The angel and MC were almost at the border of Gehenna until Satan stopped them.

"What do you have there huh? Stealing what's mine?" Satan said with a bloody grin on his face.

🩸The angel held the MC hostage. "Get back or they die" oh boy was it a bad thing to do.

🩸MC was so pissed and tried to headbutt the angel, but it was to no avail. But MC's wrath is filling up Satan though.

" 'Get back or they die' ? What if you go first, huh? " Satan was speedy enough and punched the angel so hard that they fainted. Satan went near MC to check possible injuries.

"That's fucking right. You get what you deserve for taking hostage what's mine." The angel woke up and tried to self destruct but Satan threw the angel far enough.

🩸Satan looked at MC and kissed them. "What was that for?" MC asked. "My reward for saving you" Satan replied with a grin.

Mammon

🪙MC was roaming around Tartaros when angels invaded the country. There were around 3-4 groups of 77 angels with some cherubs and Michael blasting building per building.

🪙MC was with Bimet but the angels were too many. Bimet told MC to run but an angel caught you and flew away.

"You think you can run away? You filthy human!" the angel said as it clutched to MC's arms and torso.

🪙As the angel talked, they didn't notice the giant gold hand in front of them. The giant hand manage to catch both angel and MC.

"This is what happen when I don't keep my treasure for myself. Someone steals them away..." MC heard this voice and immediately recognized that it was Mammon's.

🪙The angel tried his best to cut down the golden hand but it was useless. The golden hand opened, the angel and MC immediately saw Mammon.

🪙The angel saw Mammon and tried to self-destruct. Mammon was quick enough to get MC, and turned around while kind of hugging them protectively. "I should have kept a close eye on my treasure or else they'll steal you again" Mammon said as he was still hugging MC.

🪙MC could feel Mammon's strong hands on their rear though. All's well that ends well ig?

Beelzebub

🕶️It all started when Beel kidnapped MC leaving an angry Satan screaming "BELLLLLL BRING THEM BACKKKK"

🕶️When Beel and MC are midway to Avisos, some angels came up and so Beel had no choice but to put them down to kill angels at the speed of light.

🕶️There were too many, and apparently one speedy angel got MC, earning a scream from them.

🕶️You think the angels were fast? Think again.

🕶️Beel was actually running so fast he was actually looking at the angel with closed eyes and a grin!

"I see you have my food there! Thank you very much for holding them!" Beel said, still eyes closed and grinning like a madman

"Oh! And thank you for being my dinner for today!" Beel said, as he beheaded the angel and caught MC on his arms.

🕶️MC didn't notice Beel actually looted the angel.

🕶️Well, if MC and Beel went to dinner with food he cooked himself after that battle... *Coughs* MC please find a new dish to eat.

Leviathan

⚰️Angels have invaded Hades yet again, this time with several groups with Seraphs involved.

⚰️MC was eating in the palace with Leviathan. Foras reported angels invasion and it seemed that the angel groups targeted the Palace. Foras and the others will be engaging in battle.

⚰️Few moments had passed and several explosions in the palace had happened. The last straw was the main hall had a hole and one of the speedy cherubs almost grabbed MC but stopped by Leviathan.

⚰️Leviathan now engages in battle, angels of many ranks keep swarming the main hall, targeting MC.

"How did these fools get inside?" Leviathan glares, as he battles the angels.

"Apologies, your Majesty. Some of the angels were long ranged explosive shooters..." Foras said as he hurried inside and battled off some angels.

⚰️Leviathan pushed MC into the coffin but Seraph's power kept MC from teleporting to a safe place. Making Leviathan glare even more.

"Can't teleport little Mx. Prey now can't you?" One of the seraph exclaimed. "Thank you for making this easy for us!" A cherub added.

⚰️Leviathan was really mad, however, he didn't notice another seraph approached and grabbed MC. The Seraph's ability is pure invisibility. When he saw it, he was too late.

"Oopsies! Looks like I got the Prey Gabriel marked! Thanks for the me-" the seraph exclaimed but it was cut when Leviathan uttered a "Haaaah? Who said that you could talk to me like that!".

⚰️The seraph's neck was strangled by tentacles, and each of the tentacles were killing angels one by one. Levi got MC back after the bloodbath.

"All of you! Useless! Hang for an hour!" Leviathan uttered to all of his attendants.

⚰️Levi also hanged himself despite MC saying they're alright. But they also think Levi likes to be hanged anyways.

[luckycharms1701]

A request to fill the (bay) Mikey well, perhaps? We can see he's quick to flirt and be cheeky, but what about a reader that's not used to that, so instead of the typical eye roll reaction hes used to, it actually flusters them?

anon-chan. you get me.

i have been highkey vibrating about this ask ever since it showed up in my askbox. let’s gooooo

It starts as an experiment.

He noticed it right away. Literally at your first meeting. All he did was call you ‘angelcakes’ and you immediately looked away with a bright red face. Honestly it takes him aback a bit. He had never gotten that reaction before.

So he takes a page from Donnie’s book and starts to experiment. Was it a nickname thing, or would a wink elicit the same response? He finds out that winking makes you blush and lower your eyes. What about a flirty line? He has to hold back a laugh when his “If you were a fruit, you’d be a fine-apple!” is met with you simply walking out of the room.

So what starts as an experiment turns into a game. How many times can he get you to blush in a one hour period without you getting exasperated and leaving? His record is ten, but he hopes to surpass that. Can he get you to lose your train of thought mid-sentence by blowing you a kiss or running a hand down your arm? Yes and yes! Can he make you stutter by staring at your lips while you talk? Oh absolutely.

Slowly, without him really noticing, the game takes over more and more of his life. He finds himself thinking about it at the oddest times, like when he’s in the middle of playing a video game or jerking off. He spends hours coming up with new pickup lines, ones more tailored to you. He still loves to see you blush, but prefers it when he catches you holding back a smile. He finds himself aiming more and more for that smile, becoming addicted to the elated feeling it gives him.

He finally notices on the day you strike back. He’s dropped another line and is basking in the satisfaction of your blush (number 10 baby, and he has a whole ten minutes to get number 11!) when you take a deep breath and turn back to him. Your blush is somehow darker, your eyes are lowered, and you are wringing your hands. He immediately feels guilty, and he opens his mouth to apologize and say he’ll stop teasing you, but you beat him to the punch.

“I-If you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber.” You immediately turn around and speed walk out of the room, too flustered to even look at him. If you had, you would have seen him frozen in place, jaw dropped, hand stretched out towards you.

Mikey wonders, suddenly, if he might have played himself.

~~~~~~~

head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic

[endious]

food for your thoughts again- i’m so sorry i will literally abuse your askbox cause i’m glad to have found a place to spill..ANYWAYS my brain is a messy place

Jeff being super pushy after he’s fucked you for the first time cause he’s desperate for more but you’re so sore and sensitive that you’re begging him to give you a few days to recover but he’s not about to have that- he just pushes you more and more until you finally give in cause you wanna make him proud (him slowly touching you while he cooes in your ear to calm down)

-🎀 nonnie <33

“Jeff.. I can’t, ‘m too sore-“ “C’mon, baby, sure ya can.” His hands greedily slide against your sides as your chest rises and falls in fast, quick breaths to slow your speeding heart rate.

Your hands manage to grab weakly at his wrists and he stops momentarily. Your face contorts into a pleading look as you meet his eyes. Your lips trembling and your thighs shaking as a deep ache spreads throughout your body. You were so tired you just wanted a break, you hadn’t expected him to exhaust you like that. “I can’t.. Just give me a few days— even one day would be enough, Jeff.” You try to beg and you watch how his lips press into a thin line at your words. He doesn’t want to hear you say that, he wants you to just let him take control again and be a compliant doll like you were roughly an hour ago. You’re lucky he even gave you an hour to recover.

He’s persistent, huffing a breath out before pushing his lips hungrily against yours. You try to pull back, brows furrowed as your hands push against his chest but it’s futile given how you lack the strength to even sit up right now. Your thighs press together as tight as possible when his hands inch down to your hips. He grabs the soft flesh roughly and pulls you impossibly closer making you whimper in surprise and it’s all he needs to slip his tongue between your bruised lips. Your legs squeeze together even more as he runs his hands over your thighs before forcefully spreading them and pushing himself between the gap he created.

He pulls away and you gasp a breath, whispering a small ‘no’ but he grins before shushing you quietly. “It’s okay, doll. It won’t hurt much.” He doesn’t sound very convincing in fact, it sounds like he hopes it hurts. He grinds his still hard cock against your sticky cunt as you cry quietly for him to stop. “Just take it, yeah? Be a good slut f’me and let me use you okay?” His blue eyes lock with yours and it’s like there’s hearts swimming in your irises and your body relaxes almost reluctantly. You react so well to his touch and words already, following his command after a bit of convincing. He can work with that, for now. He’d train you to be a good rapedoll soon enough, all it takes is a little time.

“There’s my dumb little slut.” He tilts his head with a grin that makes his scarred face look even more attractive to you in the darkness of your bedroom. His hand comes up to your face, “Hi there, pretty doll.” His thumb rubs over your bottom lip and you practically melt at the low rumble in his voice as his tone changes.

Your voice is quiet and shaky, half lidded eyes filled with adoration. “Hi, Jeff.” Fuck he could kill you. He wanted to. Wanted to see your eyes that sparkled with life die out as he fucked you in your last moments. He wanted to know what it would feel like when your tight cunt stopped squeezing him as he filled you up to the brim before your heart stopped beating for good. He’d resort to leaving bruises along your body from his fists instead for now. That was enough to please him until he got bored of you and really did decide to act on his urge to kill you.

Your body is so sensitive to his touch now it makes him feel this twisted sense of giddiness when you whimper from his touch. “Stupid girl, needs her cunt filled again, huh?” He laughs at the eager look in your eyes. You were so in love with him you almost seemed willing to do anything after a few sweet words spoken to you. He thought it was funny, the way you seemed to adore him like he was an actual normal guy that you were in a willing relationship with and not a sick and evil man that forced you with threats of killing your loved ones and friends if you didn’t comply to being in a relationship with him. The way you twisted your reality into a pretzel that you deemed good enough and ignored the dark truth of your situation was amusing to him.

His cock slips in almost too easily despite the tight squeeze your pussy gives him as if welcoming his thick length once more. Your face scrunches up in discomfort. He coos at you. “You can take it, doll. I know you can.” He whispers out, listening to the lewd squelching as he slides in and out slowly, experimentally. It’s a sound that drives him wild, makes his short nails dig into your skin a little more as he speeds up and you start to arch into him with beautiful sounds that make him want to snap you in half. His hands grab your hips hard, slamming his fat cock into you so roughly it has you rocking against the mattress with every gut churning thrust.

Your moans are so loud he has to move a hand up to grab at your throat, a dark chuckle leaving him as you gasp pathetically and claw at his wrist but you’re so overwhelmed by the growing pressure inside of you that you don’t know what to do anymore. Your brain is all foggy and mushy in your head and he likes that dumb cock-drunk look you give him as your tongue peeks out between your lips and you whimper out his name like it was the only word you knew.

“See? Knew ya could take it.” He grins widely, snapping his hips in a particularly deep and rough thrust that makes your eyes cross as you sink into the mattress even more and he chuckles at your current state. “My little rapedoll— fuckk, ‘m gonna fuckin’ ruin you. You won’t want anyone else, you’ll come crawling b-back, ngh, to me because I’m the only one you need, right? Say it. Fucking say it, whore.” He spat out, slapping your face and causing pain to bloom in your cheek.

“I-I’m yours! All yours, Jeff! Oooh, fuck! R-right there, haah! I only need you J-Jeff.. I can’t live without you!” That was it. That final sentence was all it took to make the thoughts in his head snap together like a puzzle into one single coherent voice in his mind as his cock twitched and he painted your insides white again.

Make her yours.

[icallhimjoey]

Over Now

♥ ♥  rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: In this sequel to "Only Now", you've moved away from Hawkins and it's something you should've done much sooner. It's the best choice you've made, it all works, until Eddie finds your address and stops by for a visit.

CW / disclaimer: 18+, language, fem!reader, smut, angst

Author’s note: a couple of you found my askbox and talked me into this after i answered an ask about Only Now, and with a little inspiration courtesy of @ghostinthebackofyourhead that kickstarted all of this, we find ourselves here. I hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 9.6K

(find all four parts of this story here)

You wanted days to speed up. Have the sun travel across the width of the sky faster. Blink your eyes a few times and accidentally have a few hours pass you by entirely without you having noticed. If you could, you’d skip a full year. You envisioned yourself a year from now, and she seemed strong. Twelve months would be plenty of time for her to have gathered up enough strength to arm herself properly. She probably didn’t think about it every day. About him every day. She was probably happy. Strong, and successful and happy. You wished every day for time fast forward, just so you’d get to meet her sooner.

"You should leave," you whispered into the dark, hearing the city wake up outside of your windows, the hustle and bustle slowly picking up.

"Not yet," Eddie stated it so matter of factly that you didn't even feel like you could fight it. If Eddie decided to stay, you both knew he was going to stay. Eddie knew it was what you wanted, and Eddie knew you wouldn't fight him on it. But you had to be strong. Find the strength somewhere. Somehow.

At New Year's Eve, a couple of weeks after Eddie had left you with a little note that read "Merry Christmas x", you were doing a round of sharing your resolutions for the next year. You had decided yours on the spot and had blurted it out without having given it much thought.

"I'm going to move out of Hawkins."

And everyone had looked at you like it was the wildest thing they'd ever heard, laughed at you as if you were joking, like they had done when Dustin said he was going to start going to the gym. Not Steve though. Steve had hooked an arm around your neck, pulled you in so he could speak directly into your ear and said, "Coolest resolution of the bunch."

What Steve hadn't anticipated is that a mere two, two and a half weeks later, he'd be stood outside of the apartment building you used to share, ready to say goodbye and wave you off. You'd packed up all your belongings into your shitty car and were ready to get out of Hawins. Just, leave. For ever? Never to return? You weren't sure. You'd see.

“I know you have to leave, but, if you really think about it, what’s another week?” Steve tried, leaning his elbows in your open car window. It was too cold for it to be rolled all the way down, mid-January the temperatures were freezing, but you had something to say to Steve still, and you wouldn’t leave before you’d said it. Could you have told him inside? Absolutely. But it would’ve postponed your plans, and you had procrastinated enough. Years, if you really thought about it. You should've gotten out when Nancy and Jonathan had done, but, you know, you clearly hadn't.

“Shut up,” you completely dismissed Steve’s attempt at another week with you in Hawkins and he let his head drop in defeat.

“I need to say things to you,” you said, and Steve was quick to whip his head back up. You kept your engine running but slumped your shoulders and let your hands fall into your lap as you gave him a little pout.

“No, don’t,” Steve warned you.

“I have to,” you took a deep breath, and before Steve could block his ears with his fingers, you got the words out fast. “I don’t deserve you, you are by far the best friend, too good for this world, I can’t believe I’m leaving you behind- I love you!” all your words blended and built up in volume until you were practically screaming. They weren’t the words Steve was expecting, so when he lowered his arms, you snuck them in real fast: “Please come with me!”

“No!” Steve was too late; the words found his ears without any obstruction, and he waved his arms in frustration as he turned away from your car.

Your play back and forth of you begging Steve to join you, and him very actively avoiding every single talk you tried to have with him about it, had been going since the start. Ever since you dropped the comment that you should probably just get out of Hawkins all together, you’d been saying you should both go. He had threatened you at the start, “Careful, or I’ll do it!”, thinking it would make you stop the bit, but knowing there was a slight chance he’d actually consider it only made you press it more.

Steve took a few steps, circled back to your car, and pretended he was about to take a dive across you, aiming for your passenger seat. Just for a second, you thought he was actually going to go for it, and it made you squeal in panic filled laughter. Instead, Steve just leant through your window, found your shoulders with both his hands, and pulled you in for the most awkward hug.

“I’ll come visit soon,”

“Promise?”

“Of course, idiot.” Steve’s grip tightened. “I promise.”

A fresh start. New beginnings. New surroundings. It was what your mother said you’d needed for years. It was what Steve was hellbent on you getting for years.

You’d done enough scooping of popcorn into buckets at the movie theater, only to sweep up half of it two hours later from under the seats – a dead end job, but easy money made. Enough to pay rent, have a little fun and even save up a little.

You’d saved up enough to get yourself through two months of rent in the city, no problem. The urge to immediately find work wasn’t there, but when you moved into your new, much smaller, apartment above a bar that had a sign in the window that read BAR STAFF WANTED you thought, "Perfect.".

It was late February when Steve got word that Eddie was coming back into town. That’s soon, Steve thought. Usually, Eddie would leave much longer periods in between visits. Maybe they were playing somewhere close, and Eddie would just pop down for the day, he thought, secretly pleased that you’d decided to move away when you did.  

Eddie didn’t even seem fazed when he walked up to greet Steve. Didn’t look around. Didn’t do a double take. And then, didn’t even ask, but just smiled and hugged Steve, patted him on the back and followed him inside.

Small talk.

Steve was astounded by the surface level of small talk Eddie made. Has the weather been good? Munson, it’s February. Of course not. It’s been grey skies and wet cold. Has he also been sick? Wayne told him a bug had half of Hawkins knocked out a couple weeks ago. Steve had a cough for a few days but was fine otherwise. Got all his fingers still? Eddie knew Steve liked lighting fireworks with Dustin, Mike, the others, anyone who would still come back from college, from jobs, had time to visit family over New Year’s Eve. Steve showed him all ten.   

Then Eddie started talking about tour. The band. The gigs. The crowds. Steve loved Eddie’s stories, could honestly listen to him for hours, but he couldn't give him his full attention. Steve was listening to Eddie through your ears. Watching him through your eyes. It was like everything had to pass through a filter of you before it reached Steve, and it slowly built annoyance.  

The last time Steve and Eddie had spoken, just the two of them, had been on the ice. When Lover's Lake had frozen over, Robin had taken you on a slippery, scary ride as she had run off with you and he'd stopped Eddie to ask him, was he even really aware of it? Of what he was doing? Did he ever stop to think what his behavior meant for you? Eddie hadn't appreciated Steve placing full blame with him; what Eddie's behavior meant for you. Not, what you were doing to Eddie.  

Steve had told him to at least be mindful. When Eddie had scoffed, had said that he was being mindful, Steve revealed how a couple of months ago he had sat outside of your locked bathroom for hours. Listened to you cry silently in between echoing spasmed breaths and sobs. "Don't put her through that again, man." Steve's eyes shone with sadness. It annoyed Eddie greatly as he watched you and Robin laughing together, holding hands as you carefully made your way back to them over the ice.  

Eddie didn't think he was doing anything to you. He was just being nice, wasn't he? Would hold you while you slept. Said nice things into your hair. Held your hand on walks. Squeezed your thighs underneath tables. Kissed you on the couch. These were all nice things; things you wanted, things you didn't shy away from, things you happily accepted from him. This is how you were together. Frankly, how you'd always been together. How much worse would it be if he didn't do any of those things at all? If he grew distant all of the sudden? If he just... stopped?  

"Be mindful, s'all." Steve said just before you slid back into earshot.  

And Eddie had tried for like, an hour maybe. Steve was a good friend and had come to him with difficult things to say, so Eddie tried. Even if he didn't like it. Eddie tried. Kept a little more distance. Didn't sling an arm around you as you walked back to Robin's car together. Called shot gun so he didn't have to share the backseat with you. Didn't use pet names. Didn't look at you and smiled until his eyes crinkled. And then they'd all felt it. They had all seen your angry glances at Steve. Had felt the mood shift. Had felt the sudden tension in the air. Had felt your complete rejection of whatever it was that Steve wanted for you. He wasn't meant to interfere like that, you thought. So when you'd reached for Eddie's hand when you'd gotten out of the car, Eddie had looked at Steve. Told him, I'm not doing anything, with his eyes. It's her.  

So Steve was glad you weren't there. But Steve was annoyed that Eddie didn't even acknowledge that.  

"You staying over at Wayne's?" Steve asked once Eddie let a silence fall. Eddie never stayed at Wayne's on his visits, but without prospect of staying over at your place, Steve thought he kind of had to. 

"I guess," Eddie shrugged.  

Steve waited. Still nothing.  

"Speaking of, I should probably head over and go see my old man." Eddie spoke through a stretch, arms all up in the air, fingers interlocked, palms out. Then he sighed deeply and got up, went to get his coat from the hallway as Steve moved their used glasses to the kitchen. "Promised he'd make me more meatloaf since I didn't get to take any with me last time," Eddie joked halfheartedly and smiled at Steve when Steve met him in the hallway. Perfect moment to mention you, Steve thought. Yet still, nothing.  

Steve followed Eddie on his way out, then decided he couldn't let Eddie just leave like that. Couldn't let him walk out after pretending you weren’t one third of their- your whole. Steve and Eddie had never been just two. Ever since they'd gotten closer as friends, you'd gotten closer in friends together. The three of you. Joined at the hip. Morning, noon and evening. Sun, wind and rain. Birth, life and death. Past, present and future.

"No? Nothing?"  

"Huh?"  

"You're not going to ask why she's not here? Come on, man…" Steve said, hoping Eddie would let his guard down, not pull it up more. 

Eddie turned his head away, looking down the long corridor of apartment doors, hands in the pockets of his leather coat. Then he clicked his tongue and looked back at his friend in the door opening. "What's there to ask?" Eddie asked disdainfully, flicking his eyes down to Steve’s shoes and back up real quick.  

Steve loved Eddie, really missed his friend all the time, and maybe even more so now you had moved away too, but this wasn't cool. Eddie didn't need to be so arrogant, act all haughty around him. They were friends. Two legs of this tripod they formed with you. Acting like you weren’t in the slightest bit important, weren’t an inherent part of them, vested in everything they were and weren’t together wasn’t okay.

Steve pushed his chin up, made his lips disappear and gave a small nod. "Say hi to Wayne for me." and closed the door on him. Eddie could go fuck himself. 

When Eddie stepped into the trailer without knocking, Wayne took one look at him and told Eddie to walk back out. Eddie sighed loudly. Wayne used to do this all the time if Eddie came walking in like he owned the place. It would often happen when Wayne had worked double shifts and had left Eddie alone for too long. Wayne would make Eddie walk out and come back in, almost as if he was a polite guest, visiting his uncle for a special occasion. Put him in his place a little. Feel that, even if he was the one with his own bedroom between the two, the trailer was still Wayne's home first.

Eddie knew better than to not do as he was told by Wayne, famous rockstar or not, and stepped back out. He took a second, hand on the door handle still, and then he knocked and waited for Wayne to answer.

"Jus' a second," Wayne's low voice gruntled from behind the door, and Eddie huffed a laugh through his nostrils. Fucker was going to make him wait out in the cold, too.

When Wayne opened the door for Eddie, they grinned at each other and hugged.

"Come on, boy. Eat."

Eddie had been pushing the same bite of meatloaf around his plate for ten minutes, then sighed deeply and explained why he was going to have to stay over on the couch in the trailer that night.

"That why you ain't eatin'?"

Eddie shrugged, mentioned how Steve seemed upset with him about something too, not elaborating on why exactly that was. Wayne didn't push it, and instead focussed on the note Eddie showed him.

"And now she lives in the big city, huh?" Wayne said, reading the address.

"Seems like it," Eddie held the note in between his fingers, like he would hold a cigarette and stared at Steve's handwriting.

"Didn't tell you?" Wayne shoved his empty plate towards Eddie a little, signaling it was Eddie who was going to be doing the washing up. Eddie didn't fight him on it; Wayne cooked, so it was only fair Eddie did the dishes. Picking up the plates, his own barely touched, Eddie shook his head a little at Wayne's question.

"Didn't need to, it's her own life, isn't it? Makes her own choices," Eddie reasoned for himself. He hadn't told you about all the places he'd stayed at to write, to record, to rehearse and to play. Why should you have to?

It would have been nice for Eddie to have known, don't get him wrong. He probably wouldn't have come back to Hawkins so soon had he known you weren't there anymore.

"I never understood it," Wayne sighed, sitting back in his seat as he placed his hands behind his head, elbows sticking out wide. "You kids, not goin' together but holdin' hands all the time anyway," Wayne frowned and shook his head a little.

Wayne knew you and Eddie far surpassed innocent hand holding - walls were thin in his trailer - but hand holding was all the two of you had done openly in front of him. Everything else Wayne had caught, he'd pretended not to have seen or to have heard.

"Nothing to understand," Eddie shrugged.

"And she's not goin' with Steve either?"

"No," Eddie snorted, absolutely unable to even think of you and Steve as a couple.

"Hand me that towel," Wayne joined Eddie in the kitchen.

This was nice, Eddie thought. Just chatting with Wayne, in the trailer, hands busy with an easy task. Just the two of them, like old times. It didn't have the same effect as hanging out with you and Steve had on him, though. But it was nice anyway.

"Wouldn't have time for it anyway, would you?" Wayne said. "Not with all them girls waitin' outside after your concerts," There was a moment of eye contact where Eddie had expected a sly smile from Wayne, something a little playful, but was met with a set of stern eyes instead.

"I better not be hearin' bad things, Eddie," Wayne warned, and Eddie immediately took it to mean something malicious. Like Eddie was taking advantage of every single person that showed him any form of interest. Like it was Eddie’s fault that the band had groupies.

"What do you take me for?" Eddie mentally placed his foot against the gas pedal, ready to absolutely floor it if Wayne was going to say something else he didn't like.

"Don't forget who raised you, now," Wayne stayed calm, his voice not changing tone.

"Are you accusing me of something?" Eddie accelerated.

"Just makin' sure no one has reason to,"

Eddie just looked at Wayne a second before he contorted his face and threw the sponge he'd been scrubbing pots with loudly against the tiles behind the sink. The wet slap was loud and splashed dish soap suds onto dishes Wayne had already dried but had yet to put away. He silently watched his nephew grab his coat, feel around pockets for a packet of cigarettes and step out.

Had Eddie been 16 still, he'd have slammed the door.

Wayne wasn't stupid. He'd seen things on MTV, saw pictures in the magazines and, sometimes, if they were particularly bad, the newspapers. He'd even seen some girls with his own eyes when he'd been to see Eddie 'n the boys play when they'd been close enough for Eddie to put Wayne up on the guest list. He had never seen Eddie give them any real attention, but Wayne knew his nephew.

Eddie just needed to be mindful. Tha's all.

That night, Eddie and Wayne had gone to bed in silence. Eddie had refused to say another word, even when Wayne had sat down in his armchair and had put the TV on. Eddie was all passive aggression, rumbling stomach only adding fuel, and Wayne knew to keep quiet until Eddie would break, say something stupid, something that crossed a line, immediately apologise and then they'd be able to talk everything through. Old routines died hard. That, or Eddie would crack because he had to have been hungry, still.

Before bed, Wayne had placed bedding and one of the better pillows onto the couch next to Eddie before retreating to his own bedroom. Eddie's old bedroom. When Wayne had closed the door behind him, Eddie had looked at it and wished it was his bedroom still. With the same old posters still up, his favourite guitar on the wall and all his other stupid shit strewn around, messing the place up. Making it all his. His own little safe space where everything was so very his. Eddie almost resented his uncle for not leaving it the way it was back then, but knew that would've made no sense.

Eddie found himself on the couch, hours later, middle of the night, not being able to sleep at all. The blinking streetlight from out front illuminated the note Eddie held in his hand in flashes.

Should he just... call?

Could he? He couldn't remember the last time he talked to you over the phone. You never called each other. Not that you'd be able to reach Eddie anywhere - he was always on the move.

You hadn't mentioned moving out of Hawkins the last time you'd seen each other. Maybe he wasn't meant to know. Or maybe, you'd tell him later. Once you'd settled. You couldn't have been gone that long, could you?

Eddie didn't manage to stay until the morning. When Wayne woke up and went to find his nephew to talk things through over breakfast, he was met with an empty trailer. Eddie had left the sheets folded nicely up on the couch, and had left his uncle a little note on top.

"I'm sorry. Took the leftover meatloaf x"

It was busy at the bar. Too busy. It was Thursday, and Thursdays were never this busy. The band playing had done a little promotion beforehand, and clearly, it paid off. You were sure lots of them were friends and family, but you eyed some curious anticipation from what you assumed were strangers too. 

It was busy, but work was fun. It was just you and your immediate boss behind the bar together, and you wanted to impress, still. Be quick on your feet. Get lots of tips for the two of you to share later. You'd only worked there for about a month, but you'd learned fast. And it was fun because you seemed to really have a good routine down. There was no bumping into each other - if you were about to reach for a glass, he'd have it ready for you, and if you heard someone order drink from a bottle closer to you, you'd hand it over before he could even ask. Work was busy, hectic, and chaotic, but it was fun.

Most people drank beer. Some would order whiskey. Very, very rarely, someone would ask for something else. You'd barely touched the vast array of liquor bottles that decorated the wall behind the bar. So when someone ordered anything you'd not poured before, your boss would help you, show you once, then keep an eye the very next time you'd do it yourself. But most people drank beer, so you'd gotten used to asking which kind, almost on autopilot, and would point at the different taps with questioning eyes. Until someone didn't ask for a beer, and threw you for a loop.

"Jack and coke, please?" 

You heard him before you saw him. The visceral reaction within your body was unreal. Unfair. Maddening, too. 

You thought you had it all under full control. You had it all tucked away, squeezed into a small cage, locked up behind bars, keys thrown away far into Lake Michigan, never to be seen again. You'd been so good. Would sometimes go days without thinking of him. Became an expert in occupying yourself, and it really helped that none of your surroundings were reminders here. You had all of his things hidden away in a shoebox, placed it deep into your wardrobe, underneath and behind other items, and you'd tried to do the same with all the memories inside your head. Found a shoebox in there too, placed every single little thing you'd come across into this box and would store it away, somewhere near the back of your head, close to the top of your cervical spine. 

And it had worked. You'd done so well. 

But the sheer sight of him... the first little glimpse you caught after hearing that voice... It broke that cage wide open. Bars snapped in half, brick walls crumbled down and your heart was free. Free at last. Beating fiercely, almost painfully fast inside your chest. It got to swell again. Gave itself more wiggle room. Grew three sizes and pressed tightly against your lungs which made it hard to breathe. It hurt, but it hurt so good.

Eddie was here.

Have you ever felt your brain short-circuit in real time? Felt fires start from sparks too big upon the sight of someone's smile? 

"What... how did you..." There were no full thoughts, and you had no possible way of verbalizing anything coherent in the moment. 

"Steve," Eddie shouted over the music.

Your eyes grew, doubled in size. Never. Eddie was lying. Steve would never. Eddie could see your disbelief, your disgust at Eddie placing blame with your mutual friend and knew he had to explain. 

"I saw..." Eddie sighed deeply, both hands placed on the bar as he leant forward, eyes closed, about to disclose information he wasn't proud of. "There was a note, with your new phone number and your address. He left it on the side, and I couldn't..." Eddie reached into a pocket, pulled it out and showed you Steve’s handwriting.

"You took it?" 

"Don't worry, you know Harrington, he's got it memorized by now." 

Like Steve being unable to reach you was the problem here. 

"Eddie Munson?" someone tapped his shoulder, recognized him, went in for a hug immediately. "Told you it was him!" you heard someone else call out from the other side. "Eddie!" 

Too many things were happening at once and you were unable to process any of them. Eddie was here, under questionable circumstances, and you didn't even have the time to be angry with him, because you were at work. You were at work, and it had been going so smoothly. You'd been on a roll, absolutely in it, you and your boss fully attuned to each other. Eddie ruined it, fucked it all up, but you had to get back to it. There were people waiting, drinks to be served, tips to be collected. But you were kind of... frozen. Almost nonresponsive.

You could only give Eddie confused eyes. Judgmental eyes. What the fuck are you doing here eyes. Came to mess up my life again huh eyes. But mostly, your eyes just held a lot of bewilderment and simple shock. Uncomplicated. Things anybody could read. 

An arm holding a drink came into your vision from your left, and your boss placed down Eddie's jack and coke in front of him. A little dazed, you looked at your boss, who gave you a look, eyebrows raised high, not in question, but in let's get back to work, all right. 

You looked at the man next to Eddie, who searched for your attention with a hand, was holding money and pointed at the beer tap before holding up two fingers.

"Coming right up," you snapped back into work-mode and smiled. You had to get back to work and pretend Eddie wasn't there. It was too busy at the bar not to. So, you ignored him, tried your best to not let your eyes find him, and focused on the work at hand. Work was busy, and it was fun, you sternly told yourself.

After a while, when the band was done playing, the bar started to feel more like a regular old Thursday inside. There was still enough work to be done, but nothing that overwhelmed you. 

“Dude's still here, that okay?” Your boss eyed Eddie who was stood talking to two of the bandmembers. They seemed excited Eddie had seen their set. 

You already knew Eddie was still there. You'd watched him all night. Corner of your eye. Peripheral vision. Like your body knew there was danger lurking, and you couldn't not keep an eye out for him. 

“I'm working,” you shrugged. “If he wants to talk, he can wait.”

And you silently and secretly wished that he did. Fucking Eddie. What the fuck did he want? You’d last seen him in December, which for Eddie’s terms must have felt like just a week ago. Why had he been over at Steve’s?

“Is um… is he who I think he is?” your boss carefully followed up, making drinks right next to you as you kept busy rinsing glasses. 

You gave a small smirk, but didn't answer, kept your eyes down. Eddie had been the talk of the night, obviously your boss knew the dude that seemed to be waiting your shift out was Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin fame. But the way the two of you had interacted, before the murmur of people whispering his name had started, told your boss you weren’t just shocked to see him because he was Eddie Munson. No, you knew each other. There was some sort of history there, he could sense it, and he silently commended you for only letting some of it show for half a second. The rest of the night you’d been perfect bar staff. No regrets in hiring you.

"Could you... do you think you could get Corroded Coffin to come play a little gig here?" your boss joked, and you couldn't help but huff a laugh through your nose. "Give us a little show? No?" you got a nudge in the shoulder and a playful smile when you looked at him. 

"I'll ask, but I can’t make any promises," you said, making your boss laugh loudly. Corroded Coffin played huge venues, had insane mosh pits, full light shows with smoke and pyrotechnics. The bar you worked at fit the genre, sure, but was small. Tiny. They would tear the place down, and if not the band themselves, then definitely the people coming to see them.

“Let me know if I need to kick him out, because I’ll do it. Don’t care what name he carries.” And with that, your boss picked up drinks to carry over to the other side of the bar to whoever ordered them. You silently berated yourself for having waited so long to move to the city. People were nice here. What had held you back so long? The second you thought it, you hated that the answer to that question sat down on a barstool right in front of you.

“So when does your shift end?”

You were prepared for questions from Eddie. All throughout the evening you'd thought about what things you would tell him. What things you’d be honest and up front about, and what things you’d avoid telling him. You didn't owe him anything, but you imagined Eddie had questions anyway.

What you weren't prepared for was the magnetic pulling you felt in your stomach when you saw Eddie standing in the middle of your small, new apartment.

What you weren't prepared for was Eddie kneeling down in front of you as you'd sat down on your couch to take your shoes off.

What you weren't prepared for were Eddie's hands that found the outside of your thighs and used his fingernails to slowly scratch up and down the sides of them slowly as Eddie leant back on his heels.

You kind of couldn't really do anything but watch his hands move slowly along your legs and your breath shuddered as you felt your ribcage expand and tighten simultaneously. You frowned when you recognized where you were emotionally. You were in your bed, in your old apartment still, and had just found that stupid fucking note Eddie left on his pillow. You were back in December in the exact moment where all you could feel was loneliness and the strongest yearning you'd ever felt for Eddie.

And now, Eddie was here.

"Eddie,"

Your eyes locked, but what were you going to follow up with? Ask him why he was there? Ask him why he had visited Hawkins so soon after his last visit? Why he'd taken that note with your details from Steve's place? Were you going to tell him about why you'd left? Tell him about those days after he'd left without saying goodbye, again? You didn't really want to do any of those things. Because Eddie was touching you, and you kind of didn't want him to stop.

You hesitated for too long and saw Eddie's dark eyes move between yours before he sat up on his knees and moved in close. Close enough for your noses to touch, to dance around each other for a brief moment, to move like you were kissing. Close enough for your breath to hitch, throat working, as you saw Eddie's eyes roam your face.

"Can I kiss you?"

Eddie had never asked permission like that before, and you didn't need asking twice.

You only needed to tilt your head a little for your lips to touch, and it could've been soft, and slow, but it was none of the sort. You smashed yourself into Eddie, held onto him, arms winding tightly around his neck to pull him into you and keep him there. You kept feeding pressure as your faces swirled, tongues exploring each other, making sure they recognized each other still. You had to feel as much of Eddie as you could to make sure he was really there. That he was real.

Eddie kissed you back just has fervorous, like he was surprised that you'd granted him permission for it. Like he thought that maybe he had asked a question you would've easily said no to.

Thinking back to what Steve had said, he wouldn't have been surprised if you did.

You kissed each other, inhaled each other and tasted each other until Eddie suddenly noticed how your breathing grew erratic at an alarmingly rapid rate. Your hands started clambering behind his head, then on his back, your touches increasing in desperation. Your lips pressed against his hard and it started to become uncomfortable. Eddie reached for your hands in a bid to loosen your grip and broke your kiss.

"Hey,"

Eddie tried for eye contact, to see if you were okay, but you were quick to dig your face into the crook of his neck, escaped into his hair, and hooked your arms under his to tightly squeeze him. Your pressed your chests together and hugged Eddie tensely. You hugged him like you'd never let him go, clung to him like you were scared he'd get up and walk out, your chest heaving heavily still.

"Hey, are you–" Eddie stopped talking when a sob escaped you and he felt your body shake against his. It startled him for a moment, but it only took a second for him to hug you back.

Emotionally, you were there, in your old bedroom still, alone, blinking tears from your eyes at that stupid note Eddie left on your pillow. Eddie had walked out and hadn't even said goodbye.

"Shh, it's okay," Eddie turned soft, found the back of your head to caress and gently stroked his other hand up and down your back.

You cried, and Eddie was gentle. You cried over Eddie, because of Eddie, and let Eddie comfort you. It was an agonizing loop you found yourself in, realized you'd been in, that somehow also felt like it spiraled down with the weight of everything growing heavier each time. You'd be pushed further down each time. You'd have to rise up higher each time, gain new unprecedented levels of strength each time. It had only been a few weeks, and you hadn't even properly began the painstaking process of putting yourself back together again since you'd last seen Eddie. You had just ran from it. Hid from it.

But now, Eddie was here. He had left you alone in your bed a few weeks ago, but now, he was here.

"You always leave," you spoke through broken sobs, letting out the words you felt were hurting your heart from the inside out.

"I'm here," Eddie softly reassured, his voice kind, but flat, almost void of feeling. "I'm here."

You heard it – lies – and knew he emotionally wasn't here at all, but you could pretend he was. Needed to pretend he was. You could feel him, smell him, taste him and could pretend he was here, just like he said he was.

"Do you want to go lay down?" Eddie whispered after a little while. You had calmed down, but were holding on still, and he'd been sat on his knees in front of your couch too long.

Eddie felt you nod your head on top of his shoulder, and you expected him to move back, away from you, in order to stand up. Instead, Eddie moved your legs to hook around his waist, said, "Hold on tight," before gripping onto your waist and hoisting you up from the couch as you clung onto him.

Lowering you down onto the bed, Eddie got a look at your face and saw the mascara streaks he'd been responsible for. When he wiped a thumb across one, you realised what he was doing and were quick to wipe at your own face with your hands. You were sure that whatever Eddie was looking at, wasn't very charming.

But then Eddie grabbed onto both your wrists, stilled your hands and moved them away slowly. Replaced them with his own. It felt like the least thing he could do, to slightly make it better a little. He licked one of his thumbs like your mother used to do, and used soft strokes to wipe the make-up stains away as you stared up at him. Eddie's touch was careful and tender, and you melted under it, relaxing deeper into your bed.

Eddie didn't have mascara splotches to wipe at, but you wanted to touch his face in the same ways he was touching yours. You reached up, cupped his cheeks, rubbed a thumb along a line in his face and got a smile out of him. Eddie moved his head, kissed one of your palms, then straightened up and looked at your jeans.

"Can I take these off?"

What was with all the asking for permission? It was new. You didn't mind it, but it was... different. You nodded and let Eddie undress you.

He removed your jeans, your socks, your top, your bra too, and you waited for his roaming hands. Waited for his touches, his squeezes, for Eddie to grab at you, with soft or harsh fingers – you didn't care.

Eddie then removed his own T-shirt, and instead of discarding it onto the floor with the rest of your clothing items, he moved it around in his hands, found the neckline and said, "Sit up a little." before helping you put it on.

Eddie dressed you in his own T-shirt, the one he'd worn all day and overwhelmed your senses with all things Eddie. It was the smoothest of moves that caught you entirely off guard, and you had to take the deepest of breaths to not burst into tears again.

When Eddie slipped into bed in just his boxers next to you, you noticed that you were secretly pleased that he hadn't latched onto you the second he'd seen you naked. This was much nicer. Eddie was about to get comfortable on his back, was about to pull you in for cuddles, but you stopped him.

"Lay on top of me,"

Eddie froze a second, covers held up in his hand, facial expression a little confused.

"I want to feel you on me," you felt raw and vulnerable, all up in your emotions and had shared them with him too. There was no use in hiding what you wanted from him now.

"Yea. Yea, okay." and Eddie scooted down a little, found your chest with his head and carefully relaxed until you were pressed down into the mattress by his full body weight.

Eddie listened to your heartbeat, felt himself rise and fall with your breaths and dozed off the very second he knew that you'd fallen asleep as well.

You woke up in the middle of the night when you felt Eddie roll off of you, to get more comfortable, you imagined. He laid down next to you and the loss of his warmth, his weight and his contact made your hand search for his so you at least had something, still. You were needy and clingy and knew it was unattractive and overbearing, but you didn't care. When you found his hand and interlaced your fingers with his, your felt him squeeze a few times which was enough reassurance for you to drift off again.

Eddie woke you up in the morning by placing a hot mug of coffee on your bedside table.

"Morning," Eddie sat down next to you on the bed and leant over you, one arm planted either side of you. He bent over for a kiss, and you groaned, "morning breath," and tried to avoid him getting too close. But Eddie was Eddie, and he held your face to kiss you anyway.

"Couldn't," another kiss, "care," more, "less." and then deeper too. Until Eddie murmured, "You're out of breakfast," and you groaned loudly as you squeezed your eyes shut tightly.

"Yea, I need to get groceries."

"So let's go have breakfast somewhere and get you some groceries."

You still didn't know why Eddie came to visit you. Why he had been in Hawkins, why he'd been over at Steve's. But Eddie sort of behaved in the same way he always did and you were about to plummet into domestic bliss together which you enjoyed far too much to confront him now. You'd get the answers to your questions later.

You found a little cafe to have breakfast at and sat by the window. You let Eddie choose your breakfast from the menu for you, but only because you had just told the waitress what Eddie was going to get. When your plates were put down in front of you, you both looked at the food, then at each other and both reached to switch meals because you'd chosen for each other what you really wanted to have yourselves. It was stupid and it turned you into grinning idiots, sharing dopey smiles as you ate. You missed Steve a little, thought he would have probably made some golden side comments had he been there, but you didn't mention it. Afraid it would ruin whatever it was that you and Eddie had going. Out of the confinements Hawkins held for you, where people had fully formed ideas of who you were as a person, and who you and Eddie were as friends, you got to just be... be yourselves, more. Be a little more coupley, without familiar judging eyes or the feeling you were going to have to explain to someone later that, no, you weren't actually dating, this was just what you were like.

Now, this was just who you got to be, almost without repercussions, and it made you want to up the level of it. Be a bit more of it.

And Eddie let you.

In the supermarket you noticed how flashy Eddie looked compared to every single other person in there. You realised that, when in Hawkins, Eddie definitely toned down this whole look he had created for himself. In Hawkins, Eddie was more the Eddie he'd been in high school, which, for small town terms, was pretty out there already anyway. But here, away from home and away the people that would still probably treat him as the town's freak, Eddie let some of his stage persona shine through in his outfit. Kind of made you feel a little underdressed, almost. He looked more confident, a little more removed from you, and sure, he looked very sexy, but it wasn't Eddie Eddie.

"What's chelse?" Eddie said, squinting at your shopping list. "Is this something fancy we don't have in Hawkins? That us simpletons have never heard of?" Eddie acted like he was the one stuck in Hawkins still, and that you were the one with a broadened worldview. Very obviously, that was clearly the other way around.

"Shut up, idiot. That says cheese."

"Excuse me, where do you keep your fancy chelse?" Eddie asked a teenager stacking shelves whose eyes grew with recognition for him.

"Oh my God, Eddie," you hissed under your breath, but couldn't withhold your giggles as you pulled Eddie along on your way to find some regular cheese.

Back in your apartment, Eddie started putting food away in all the wrong places, so as he placed items into random cupboards, you stood next to him and reorganized everything without saying anything. You just smiled, and when you snuck a look at Eddie, saw that he'd seen what you were doing, because he then placed bananas in the oven and a packet of uncooked spaghetti in the fridge. You were being dumb smiley idiots together and it was so cute, you imagined how Steve would say something along the lines of, "Well, at least you think this is fun." and he'd be so totally right.

"I start work soon," you said after letting yourself fall onto your couch, like you'd just ran a marathon.

Eddie copied you, hair flying as he landed against the backrest, sighing dramatically. Made you laugh.

"You can come sit at the bar, or... I don't know, stay up here, see what's on TV," you didn't want Eddie to leave, yet. You held out a hand and Eddie took hold of you, swinging your arms back and forth playfully.

"I'll have a shower, then call China... see what they have going on," Eddie joked.

"I'll send you the phone bill, so make every minute count," you joked right back, happy Eddie hadn't mentioned anything about needing to leave, about needing to get back to the band. It irked you a little too, unexpectedly, because you still didn't know why Eddie was here.

"What?" Eddie saw you frown as you looked at your hands that were still sort of moving around, drawing shapes in the space between you from your swirling elbows. You decided you were just going to be up front and ask the exact question on your mind.

"Why are you here?"

A beat.

"What made you come visit me?"

You turned to look at Eddie, who was staring at your hands just as you'd been doing.

"You weren't in Hawkins," Eddie shrugged and looked you in the eye briefly.

Your frown deepened, because that wasn't really an answer. It didn't explain anything, but just left you to put dots in places in order to connect them yourself. A dangerous game, because what if you put the dots in the wrong places and made the wrong connections?

"Missed ya," Eddie followed up, said it nonchalantly, Wayne's words echoing in his mind. He moved the hand he was holding up to his mouth to kiss it, easing the crease between your brows slightly.

No word on why he'd been back so soon. No word on what happened at Steve's for him to need to steal a note that held your details. You could imagine, sure, but those could be the wrong dots, and Eddie not elaborating only made you feel like he didn't want to talk about it. So, you didn't press it further, even though you really wanted to.

"Why did you let me in?" Eddie asked.

Oof.

You thought of all the cells in your body that all called out to Eddie at every second of every minute of every hour of every day, and about how having Eddie with you silenced all of them.

"Could hardly turn you away, could I? Leave you out in the cold?"

It was just as much of a non-answer as you'd gotten from him, and Eddie tutted, just about scoffed at you and you saw his brow furrow. You didn't take offense immediately, but were very ready to step into that box if Eddie didn't guide you away from it.

"Why do you... why are you doing this to yourself?"

Eddie instead pushed you straight into it.

"Excuse me?" you couldn't quite believe what you were hearing.

Eddie sat up, let go of your hand, used the both of his to rub his face and then turned his head a little to look at you.

"If it hurts you so much," Eddie started, but you weren't going to let him finish that sentence.

"Me?!"

Eddie just stared, blank faced.

"I'm the one who's doing this?" you challenged him.

"I mean–" Eddie raised his eyebrows and you knew he was going to have several examples ready to throw into your face. You very much didn't need to hear them.

"Why do you think I moved here, Eddie? Why I got the fuck out of Hawkins?"

Eddie just looked at you, and you could almost hear him think "you ran away", and you could feel the stinging of upcoming tears behind your eyes. The frustration of how easily emotion got hold of you again only angered you more, triggering the waterworks even more. You weren't strong enough yet. It hadn't been long enough since you'd last seen Eddie, and now here you were, a weak mess of a girl, about to drive away the person you wanted to keep close the most.

"I can't run away from myself… I can't run away from my past, from my actions, from choices I've made..." you had been able to run away from Hawkins, and so, that was what you'd done. It just hadn't worked as well as you would've hoped, and you realised it didn't work at all now that Eddie was here.

"You did… run away, I mean, didn’t you?" 

Eddie said it with so much disdain, like it was the most cowardly thing you could've ever done. Like moving out of Hawkins was the absolute worst possible thing a person could ever do in their lifetime. Like you were faint-hearted. Weak. Spineless. 

"You don’t get it." You got up to find the shoes you'd taken off earlier, wiping your hands harshly across your face to rid yourself of tears, annoyed that none of this seemed to touch Eddie at all. "Physically I had to," that was easier to say with you back towards Eddie, who was still sat on your couch. "But you think I can escape my own mind, Eddie? I’m in there, 24/7 - you are in there. It’s all the time, never ending, just... always there. How do I… how am I supposed to…" you started stumbling over words as your lips trembled, starting new sentences before ending the previous ones, thoughts overlapping and spilling out faster than your tears did. 

"Hey," Eddie got up, but you were quick to hold out both your hands, palms facing him.

"No. I've got work." you turned around, grabbed a jacket and opened your door.

"Maybe you shouldn't be here... when I get back." and before Eddie could say anything, you stepped out and shut the door behind you.

You worked a grueling shift, and Eddie had been able to hear loud voices and live music thump in your apartment. It was late when you finished work, and you were exhausted, but you'd tried all night to build yourself up. Handed over beers whilst simultaneously mentally stacking bricks to build up walls in order to shield that weak mess of a girl inside, make sure she was still safe in there.

And then, Eddie was still there when you got back.

Hatred knotted in your stomach, because Eddie was still here and you liked it. Relief washed over you when you saw him, sat in the dark, still on your couch, and you wished it had been something else. Not relief. You wished that instead you would've felt ugly things. Mean things, exclusively.

You looked at each other in silence as the door clicked shut behind you and you noticed Eddie seemed sad. However, you couldn't allow yourself to dwell on it. Because feeling bad for him wasn't going to help you. You knew exactly what was going to help you, though.

"Say something horrible to me," you sounded exhausted, voice flat, not enough energy to muster up anything more for him.

Eddie immediately frowned in confusion.

"Tell me I'm your worst mistake," you stepped closer as you let your jacket slide form your shoulders.

"Say something to make me hate you,"

"Baby," Eddie got up.

You winced at the pet name, closed your eyes and breathed heavily, tried your best to pretend you didn't hear it.

"Tell me you fuck every single girl that throws themselves at you and that they do you better than I ever will and,"

"What are you..." Eddie tried to interrupted, but it just made you speak louder over him.

"That you'll never stop because they're just, too, good," you couldn't help but let your voice slowly build anger as you avoided any and all eye contact with Eddie.

Eddie slowly got closer, confused and concerned. This isn't how he had envisioned the two of you to make up after your shift had ended.

"Say that you think I'm annoying, that you hate the way I laugh,"

Now stood right in front of you, Eddie reached for your face with both his hands and he tried to find your line of sight to make you look at him.

"I don't," Eddie started, and you were quick to interrupt. "Then lie." you said sternly.

The air felt tense, but only because you were shooting daggers, glaring at Eddie with dark eyes, trying to win the staring contest you'd started with him the second you'd made eye contact. You won, because Eddie looked at your mouth for a second, and you wondered how you were going to murder all the butterflies that sprung up in your stomach.

"Ruin us, Eddie," you tried so hard to be strong. "Please." but it was difficult, and Eddie upped the ante when he kissed you.

For a second, you let him. You let Eddie kiss you, and it was immediately hot, and heavy, and you liked it. But you were strong, God damn it. You hadn't spent all hours of your shift building yourself up for fucking nothing. You were strong and were going to protect yourself, because clearly, no one else was fucking going to.

In a bid to take back control, you bit Eddie. Harshly. It made him pull back immediately.

"Give me reasons to hate you," you pleaded, breathing heavily.

"You're a mistake," Eddie said before crashing right back into you. There was nothing kind about the way you kissed each other. Forceful lips, pressing mouths, scraping teeth mixed in with unkind words, because Eddie obliged and started giving you what you were asking for.

"You're the worst thing that's happened to me in my lifetime," Eddie started guiding you backwards towards you bed.

"I hate the way you laugh," his tongue licked at your lips as his hands started to undress you.

"I hate the way you look," he said it right as he got your bra off of you and used a hand to push you back, making you fall and bounce on the mattress.

"I'm gonna keep fuck..." Eddie stopped, sighed a small breath, like he was unable to get it out of his mouth.

"Say it," you ordered.

"I'm gonna keep fucking every single girl that wants it," and with that, Eddie let himself fall on top of you. You were used to him at least pretending that, whenever you had sex, it was about you first. Not tonight. And maybe that was exactly right, because it drove home all the words he said and made them land in your brain.

Eddie didn't care about you.

But then, inches deep inside you, Eddie panted sudden sweet words.

"You've no idea what you do to me,"

His words dripped with lust and adoration, and you could've cried, but you didn't. You were strong, remember?

"No, more things you hate, t-tell me," Eddie's pace was fast, made it hard for you to speak. "Tell me more things that make me hate you,"

Eddie grumbled, grunted, let himself fall onto you as he kept going and chased his own orgasm.

"I think," Eddie started, but was cut off by himself as he came fast. He shuddered and spasmed on top of you, moaned loudly, then softer, until everything eventually stilled. "I think we should just stay friends."

And with a kiss on your cheek, Eddie climbed off of you and disappeared into the bathroom.

When Eddie came back out, you were silently crying in your bed. Eddie slid back in, nestled under your covers, but you jolted when he tried to touch you. So Eddie turned around, and you slept in your bed the way you'd never slept in a bed together; back to back, without touching each other, like two strangers forced to share a blanket.

But, asleep-you and asleep-Eddie, weren't confined by the same things awake-you and awake-Eddie were confined by, and your bodies had found each other in the night.

You woke up the next morning with Eddie's arms around you, the little spoon to his big spoon, and for a moment, you let yourself really feel it. Feel Eddie with every fibre of your being.

You deserved to win, you thought. Because with Eddie, you’d come in first place every single time, ask anybody. But Eddie hadn’t awarded anyone in years. There wasn’t a shortlist for you to top. There was just a long line of pretty girls who waited by stage doors and by tour buses, and you didn’t want to be in that line. You wanted this; Eddie in your bed, cuddled up to you, breathing in your neck, his hair or yours tickling you with every exhale. You wanted all of this just for yourself, for ever.

But you couldn't.

Because Eddie always left.

And you had ran away from him.

"You should leave," you whispered into the dark, as the city woke up outside your windows.

"Not yet," Eddie said. "Go back to sleep."

You shifted back a little, more into him, pressing your back against his chest more as you abandoned everything that happened the night before for a second. You understood that the very moment your feet would touch your floorboards and you both got out of this bed, it'd all be real again. And then, it'd all be over.

So you snoozed, and stretched out time and pretended for a moment that you were 17 and in Eddie's old bedroom in the trailer after a weird night of crossed boundaries. You pretended to snooze until Wayne would loudly knock on the door and tell you to come and clean up the mess you left in the living room. You pretended to snooze until you were no longer pretending and you just snoozed until you woke up hours later and found yourself alone again.

Alone but for one of those stupid little notes.

"Love you x"

You read it, crumpled it up and threw it across the room before burying your face back into your pillow.

It was over now. Eddie was gone, and it was over.

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[frankenjoly]

gently sets some prompts in your askbox..

"There was a time I was willing to die." + sskk

"Stop talking. The worst thing that you can do right now is say another word." + chuuran

heheh thanks :3 also the fact there's one (1) similar detail in both wasn't done on purpose, but when i noticed i made a point to leave it like that consciously laksjdf

sskk + “there was a time i was willing to die”

“There was a time I was willing to die.”

Such a thing shouldn’t have taken Atsushi by surprise, but somehow it happened anyway. Though maybe it wasn’t as much about the words themselves as it was about Akutagawa expressing it out loud to him.

“What changed?” His reply, he was aware, came off incredibly awkward. But… What more to say in a moment like that?

“I tasted death.” Akutagawa answered, with his eyes fixed on the view before them; a fading sunset, making way for what seemed quite the starry night. Atsushi, meanwhile, was becoming too enraptured with what he was saying to dare look away. “And then I realized I wanted– want more. I want to keep being dragged through bars as Nakahara-san’s drinking companion even though I will have one or two cups at most. I want to sit on the couch beside Gin as we continue our latest joint crocheting project. I want to fulfill our deal after those six months fully pass.”

“Wait– you expect me to believe you’d still try to kill me, even after sacrificing yourself for me?” A Rashômon band instantly slapped his mouth shut, then shortly after Akutagawa’s hand took its place.

Which meant he was now really close, and it wasn’t like they had been sitting exactly far apart before either.

“Maybe I still consider you mine to kill and mine alone, jinko.” Those words shouldn’t have sent that kind of goosebumps down Atsushi’s spine, but they did (he would totally blame the direct contact instead). “Maybe you are somewhat right, but I still want the satisfaction of winning.” That was something Atsushi wouldn’t put past him, yes. And, to be honest, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Then, if we’re not so beaten up we can’t even stand, can I suggest dinner afterwards?”

chuuran + “stop talking. the worst thing that you can do right now is say another word”

“Stop talkin’, sheesh.” Chûya said, slapping a hand against Ranpo’s mouth with no actual force but enough speed to try and make a convincing argument. “The worst thing that you can do right now is say another word.”

As an answer, there was a shit-eating grin that might be covered right then, but still was noticeable, partly by touch and partly due to the smug as hell glance Ranpo directed Chûya during the whole process; it was both alluring and adorable, but acting on it at the moment wouldn’t be a good idea. After all, they were trying not to get caught, or managing to sneak into the place as well as blending in with the crowd would have been for absolutely nothing.

It was still tempting, though, and Chûya intended to hold that thought for when all was said and done. Which hopefully, and if things went as planned, could be somewhat soon.

“Hm.” A second later, after Ranpo let out that brief affirmative sound and nodded, the hand was retrieved.

“Good.” Chûya replied, in barely a whisper and mirroring the gesture. “We should be able to keep goin’ in three…” There was no ‘two’ or ‘one’, since the opportunity presented itself sooner than anticipated. “Now.” 

Said and done: holding onto each other’s hand and making a point to be as quiet as possible, they started running.

(Also on ao3.)

[im-an-anthusiast]

*jaywalks across your askbox*

my evil deeds shall never be stopped!!!! mwahahahaha!!!! >:3

*Runs to you to drag you off the road*

Wait watch out there's no speed limit in my ask bo-

*we both get hit by a bus going 3 bajillion miles per hour*

[iceman-maverick]

post-layton // “this had to be the longest month of ice’s life”

This had to be the longest month of Ice’s life, he’s sure of it. Just forty days had passed since he and Slider first arrived in Fightertown, Goose wasn’t three weeks in the ground.

And Mitchell, Christ, it’s as though he’s lived through several lifetimes with the wiley bastard. 

Their friendship (partnership, wingman-ship?) is something of a work in progress. And Slider’s made no secret of how categorically opposed he is to aligning themselves with a wildcard like Mitchell. And on paper, abstractly, Ice agrees. 

Ice meant what he said back in the locker room, Mitchell is dangerous. He flies first, asks questions never, and has a chip on his shoulder a mile wide. If Ice knew what was good for him - and he tends to -, he’d heed Slider’s warning and put his Mitchell problem to bed. 

But that's just it, isn't it? 

They’re a work in progress, and despite every ounce of self preservation in his bones, Ice knows where this is heading. Knew from their first encounter in the O-Club, if he’s being honest. Ice may have won TOPGUN but he’s certainly lost this war. 

He shrugs off his flight suit with as much grace as four hours of consecutive high speed drilling allows and splashes some water on his face. He runs his hand quickly through his sweat-matted hair and tries to will it into something akin to respectable. 

Once satisfied, he quickly brushes his teeth, and tries not to think so hard about the hastily scribbled BR14 burning like a brand across his forearm. Mitchell had been quick with it - Boiler Room, 14:00. Ice hadn’t even had the time to blush.

He casts one last glance in the mirror. Tries his hair again. Checks his teeth for any rogue crumbs. Decides he hates his hair. Figures it's now or never, and then steels himself. Pushes off of the sink and heads out to the hallway in search of his work in progress.

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Aw he's nervous before his date.

We're playing an IceMav askbox fic game. Send me a trope and a first sentence and I'll write at least one paragraph!

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RUNS INTO YOUR ASKBOX AT THE SPEED OF SOUND ARE YOU WATCHING 31 MINUTOS??? PLS OMG TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK

YES, I AM! I love it. It encapsulates such a specific kind of early 2000s television/tv design, so it feels very nostalgic to watch even though I didn't grow up on it. The characters are great. They're so weird and dramatic. Really charming puppets. I love everyone but Patana, Tulio, Juanín, and Juan Carlos are my favorites so far. Policarpo's design disturbs me for some reason. I don't trust him. I don't totally speak Spanish, but I always watch the show with my partner who does speak it- not all of the episodes have subtitles so he helps fill me in on what's happening if I don't understand haha. I like the episode where they think the world is ending a lot.

[lettersfromaphrodite]

[15.54]

― pairing : Minho x fem! reader ― content warnings : fluff, implied smut, royals au, runaway royalty, idiots to lovers, medieval settings ― word count : 4.413

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

👑 ROYALS! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix part one | part two // Jeongin

«Has anybody even remotely thought about asking me?» you inquired, looking into your father’s - the King, eyes. Despite the sorrow you saw in them at the new he just threw on you, he sighed, knowing that he had to think about his Kingdom before his - or his family’s, desires.

«There was no reason to do that,» he stood up from his throne, and you followed his movements with a dejected expression. «You will marry Prince Minho, whether you like it or not.»

Even if you wanted to scream your disappointment and the fact that you were utterly opposed to this decision, you knew that your hands were metaphorically tied; you were receiving an order directly from the King and in front of the Council, the only thing you could do was obey.

With hastened steps, you exited the Council room and headed to your private chambers, immediately referring to your lady in waiting what just happened.

«Everyone says Prince Minho is a charming gentleman,» she tried, watching as you were pacing around the room while trying to secretly come up with a plan that would have taken you out of that situation, «I’m sure you’ll be happy!» she said, and an idea popped into your mind at the speed of light.

«You know what would make me happier?» you quickly turned towards her, your fingers politely intertwined in front of your stomach, «Going to my private mansion for few months.» your lady in waiting hummed, furrowing her eyebrows, pondering the option, unaware that the troublemaker side of your personality already came up with the plan of running away.

«I suppose it’s an option,» she sighed, «The marriage will take place in six months.» With that, you didn’t bother to justify why you put in your luggage an insane amount of definitely not needed clothes.

Two days: that was the maximum amount of time you allowed yourself to remain into your mansion, before eventually changing your mind once again because you’ve always lived surrounded by luxury. It was indeed a risk, you’ve never lived by yourself and you knew very little about the tasks of everyday life, but you were clever, and in case of emergency, you knew how to use a sword; you could do it.

At this point, you firmly believed that anything would have been better than marrying someone you neither knew nor love.

«I can’t believe I’m doing this» you held a leather bag containing few change of clothes and a good amount of money to your chest; securing a short dagger inside your boot, you let your skirt fall over it, before wearing a dark cape which hid your identity from unwanted eyes.

The clothes you were wearing were much more humble than you were used to, but you didn’t have time to check yourself in the mirror to see whether they looked good on you or not. The only thing belonging to your Princess status you decided to take with you was your necklace, the one you always wore; it had the royal emblem on it, and it was the only thing which could make people recognize you as the Princess if you ever decided to come back home.

Without looking back, you carefully walked through the corridor of your mansion, taking advantage of the much lower number of guards surveying the area, and in the dead of the night, you disappeared.

One week into your new life and you realized that running faster than rumours was indeed impossible; you were peacefully sitting on a stool next to a counter in a local tavern when you managed to catch few words from the table sitting behind you.

From what they were saying, someone ran away from their castle; even if you didn’t hear their pronouns or the first part of the sentence you tensed up, deducing they were talking about you. What you didn’t know was that someone else was listening to the same conversation, his shoulders tense and his eyes attentive; someone which managed to sit on the stool next to you without you even noticing, due to how focused you were, trying to make out as many words as you could despite the loud chattering in the tavern.

«Listen to me!» someone urged from the table you focused your attention on, «The King is offering a lot of money if we ever find-»

«It’s not polite to eavesdrop.» someone said from next to you, and your head quickly turned on your left, acknowledging the young boy which was staring at you with a knowing grin, his cheek placed on the palm of his hand.

«I wasn’t eavesdropping.» you answered, adverting your gaze immediately, feeling your cheeks heating up due to the fact that not only you’ve been caught but also, the stranger who did that was incredibly handsome; he wore a simple dark green cotton shirt and a jacket of the same colour on it, his clothes didn’t look particularly expensive, but you immediately recognized that it was indeed a good quality fabric.

«Sure,» he chanted, before sipping from the glass he had in front of himself; since that moment, the stranger remained next to you, occasionally doing small talk to break the uncomfortable silence.

«Why are you even bothering to-» as you turned your head towards him, you noticed them; a small group of men was staring at you, occasionally mumbling things between themselves, you quickly figured out they were bandits, or worse.

«Bingo,» he sighed, relieved that you finally noticed them as well, «you probably shouldn’t wander around all alone, at night. Don’t you have a husband?» despite the nosy question, his tone was gentle, his brows delicately furrowed as he locked your gaze with yours.

«I don’t.» you simply answered; the stranger hummed in response, and you both fell silent. Eventually, you let him walk you towards the inn where you were spending the night.

When you woke up, it was barely before dawn; you knew you got far away enough from the Castle, but your destination was still far away, therefore, sleeping more than needed was useless. The innkeeper was an old woman, and she was more than willing to prepare a quick breakfast for you.

«I will not let my guests travel with an empty stomach!» she smiled, the wrinkles on her face framing a gentle and sincere expression; anytime she complimented your manners you couldn’t help but tense up, hoping that no strange thoughts ever popped into her mind about you being some sort of noble.

Sometimes, you let your mind wander to your days back in the Castle, undoubtedly missing them and thinking about what could have happened if you ever decided to come back; deep inside you, you thought that they would not accept your return, throwing you away for good and definitely removing you from your position.

With a sigh, you eventually got out from the inn, resigned with the fact that you were planning to reach at least the next town without having a horse; taking a deep breath, you started walking towards the empty streets of the village.

«We meet again,» you heard a familiar voice say; you glanced on your left, and the stranger you met yesterday night was now effortlessly walking on top of a low stone wall, his fingers intertwined behind his nape and occasionally looking at you with a sly smile.

«Yeah, I can’t believe, I’m so lucky.» you answered, your voice flat and trying to keep your voice as quiet as possible because it was still early in the morning and you didn’t want to wake anyone up.

«Where are you going so early in the morning?» he asked, and you wondered why you felt so annoyed at the boy, since you didn’t even know him.

«I’ll tell you only if you tell me where you are going.» you retorted, acknowledging the fact that he was carrying a bag as well, and therefore he was travelling to; no one would wake up at such an unholy hour just to take a walk.

«The City of Duvencrune.» he answered with a shrug, and you halted your steps. Duvencrune was a neutral city, and many people occasionally looked for shield in there, either because there was a bounty on their head or simply because they wanted to live far from the strict Kingdom’s rules. Through the years, Duvencrune’s popularity increased, and therefore the city became much bigger. It was not a safe place for a woman travelling on her own – even less for a Princess, but you didn’t know where else to go.

«Don’t tell me, you’re going there too?» the boy asked, jumping off the wall as a crossroad approached and standing in front of your frame; you nodded, adverting your eyes from his face, since the rising sun hitting on part of his features contributed on making him look even more handsome.

«And who are you supposed to be?» you asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest, admiring how the sunlight danced on his raven black hair.

«Lino,» he smiled, and you snorted, shaking your head.

«Sounds like a fake name to me.» you said, raising your eyebrow.

«Sounds like the only name you’ll get.» he winked at you, before turning away and resume his actions of walking while his hands were once again intertwined behind his nape.

«Come on, my horse is that way!» he called out, nodding towards the stable, and you immediately started walking.

«I don’t have a horse.» you admitted; honestly, you thought about taking a horse from the stable the night you ran away but you figured you’d be more recognizable.

«I guess someone’s going to walk, then.» Lino shrugged, and you narrowed your eyes; if this boy wanted to get under your skin, he was doing an excellent work. Turns out, someone really ended up walking: Lino.

Long story short, he made you sit on his horse instead of him because he was tired of your continuous complaining, and you spent half of the time looking at him from above. Contrarily to you, Lino didn’t complain about the fact that he was tired, not even once, but you were a Princess, and Princesses were meant to be gentle, humble and caring.

«Come up,» you simply said, re-adjusting your position to make some space on the saddle. «We don’t have all life to get to Duvencrune!» you immediately added as soon as you saw Lino’s smirk, trying to make it clear that you were only doing it because he was too slow.

Lino easily climbed on the horse and sat behind you, his arms caging your frame while holding the reigns of the horse; you didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but somehow, in that moment, you felt safe.

Unexpectedly enough, Lino was not as obnoxious as you originally thought. First of all, he could do a lot of things more than you – for example start a fire, and anytime you asked him why he was going to Duvencrune, he’d brush it off with a vague excuse. Since you weren’t being honest in the first place, you never tried to look too much into it; Lino never asked you why you were traveling, or when he did, he accepted your answers.

Even so, the boy had an exceptional talent: he managed to get under your skin as if it was his job. Lino himself admitted that by now, it was his favourite thing to do; to him, your flustered reactions or the fact that you didn’t think twice before answering him with a sarcastic retort was interesting to him, because he definitely was used to be treated in a whole different way.

The fact that you didn’t think twice to stood up for yourself was incredibly alluring for Lino, and the fact that you acted in such an elegant way with everything you did made him question whether you said the truth about who you were; however, even if you were lying, Lino was definitely not in the place to say anything about it.

«Don’t fall asleep,» Lino’s voice startled you, and you were thankful for his arms around your waist, or you probably would have fallen from the horse, «we’re almost there.» he added, his voice a little gentler than you were used to, and you focused not to doze off once again and settled for waiting to arrive at the next town, just to fall asleep on a real bed.

To say you were exhausted was a euphemism; today had been hectic. The day started with Lino waking you up at an unholy hour during the night, claiming that someone was getting close and therefore, you had to go; you complied, probably after sleeping for three hours at maximum, but blindly following Lino’s orders because sleep deprived you decided that he was worthy of your trust.

Turned out, Lino was right, you spent a part of your morning trying to outrun a small group of bandits, and when you thought you did; they eventually catched up. All the money the both of you possessed was carefully hidden under the horse’s saddle, so the bandits settled for stealing part of the clothing in your bags, before tying you up and walk away.

At least, this is what Lino told you because as soon as they catched up, you fainted. «Care to tell me why you have a busted lip?» you asked the boy next you as soon as you regained consciousness, momentarily narrowing your eyes due to your headache.

«I tried to defend you, they believed I was your lover,» he tilted his head towards you, few strands of hair falling in front of his eyes, «I look hotter, now.» Lino winked, confidently, and you scoffed.

«Thank you,» you admitted, the feeling of relief mixing up with the feeling of guilt because, despite you mutual growing feelings towards each other, you were lying to him.

Even if you found strange the fact that a small group of bandits settled for stealing clothes, you didn’t question it any further; your head was about to explode, and you wanted to sleep.

The inn was small and cosy, and you and Lino were resting in two different bedrooms, one in front of each other; you wished him goodbye as soon as you arrived, unaware about Lino staring at your retreating figure with worried eyes. As quickly as you could, you took your clothes off, only to wear your nightdress before laying on your bed, hoping to fall asleep as soon as possible.

With an annoyed groan, you opened your eyes, immediately recognizing the nature of the noises coming from the room next to yours. Undoubtedly, they were having much more fun than you, but you needed to sleep; glancing out of the window, the jet black and moonless sky met your eyes, and you walked out of bed and without thinking twice about what you were doing, quickly heading out of your door, not bothering to wear a cape over your nightdress.

Closing the door behind your back and locking it with your personal key, you walked towards the room in front of you, knocking few times and hoping that Lino wasn’t asleep.

“What if he’s with someone as well?” you thought, the feeling of unexplained jealousy creeping into your soul, before you heard the door unlock.

«What is it?» Lino asked, his eyes still closed and his voice still full of sleep.

“Of course he sleeps shirtless,” you thought, after taking a quick glance at his firm and toned chest – now that he was too asleep to realize it; instinctively, you reached out to ruffle his messy black hair, but you eventually stopped your hand in mid-air, refraining from doing so.

«The couple next to my room is having sex,» you explained, walking past him and leaving your room’s key on his nightstand before throwing yourself on his bed.

«Uh, do you want to turn it into a competition, or…?» he mumbled, closing the door and still too asleep and too confused on why you decided to walk into his room in the middle of the night. As you looked at Lino walking towards the bed while ruffling his hair even further with a soft yawn, you thought that you probably wouldn’t have minded.

«Maybe in your dreams,» you retorted instead, suppressing the wave of desire that hit you by rolling on your side so that he’d face your back.

«Where am I supposed to sleep?» the bed creaked under Lino’s weight, and you felt his fingers poking at your side, slightly tickling you.

«With me, but if you try something, I’ll kill you.» you answered, ignoring how your heart immediately picked up pace as you felt Lino lay down next to you; you’ve never slept with a man, nor sexually, nor in the most innocent way.

«I knew you were kinky.» you heard him joke; of course, you couldn’t know, but Lino’s heart was beating so fast it was almost matching the pace of yours.  

Somehow, during the night, the both of you shifted and unknowingly re-arranged your position; you were now laying on your side, partially laying on Lino’s chest and your head was in the crook of his neck, his arms securely wrapped around you.

Lino woke up earlier than you did, gently caressing your face and admiring your features when your necklace suddenly caught his attention; you were loosely holding onto it, and the familiar emblem made him act on instinct.

With extremely careful movement in order not to wake you up, he gently took the necklace from your head, before exhaling a breathless laugh, shaking his head, his head falling back on the cushion for few seconds that he spent staring at the ceiling.

«I can’t believe it,» Lino whispered, placing your necklace in your hand once again, before smiling softly at your asleep frame, «I guess you’re really my destiny, Princess.» gently rolling you on your side an in the position you fell asleep in, he never mentioned that he woke up with you cuddling close to his body, neither than he knew who you were; he decided it was his small secret.

Duvencrune was indeed as beautiful as people said, the city was partially built on the side of a mountain, using its stones so that the houses looked like they were erupting from nature itself; you and Lino opted for staying at one of the locals inn, not bothering to ask for separate rooms since by now, you’ve been travelling together for two months.

As much as you were happy about the fact that you finally managed to reach your destination and therefore, you could live your life starting from zero, you were also scared about facing your own feelings for Lino.

During your travel your relationship naturally changed into something you couldn’t really pinpoint; you’d still tease each other but instead of feeling your soul burn with the instinct of reach out and physically fight him, you’d feel a soft warmth slowly spreading in your chest, leaving you flustered and shy.

In your shared room, Lino had both his hands on the railing, trapping you between his body and the balcony behind your back; you had to admit that the rainstorm was providing a more than romantic atmosphere to your evening. Lino’s eyes repeatedly shifted from your eyes to your lips; his desire to kiss you was undeniable, and it managed to make you feel as if you were suffocating.

Of course, you had feelings for him and of course, you wanted to kiss him as well. However, how could you expect Lino to return your feelings when all you have done has been lying about your identity?

Lino inched closer to you, his lips few millimetres apart from yours; in that moment, you took your final decision. Even if you wanted to love him and wanted to be loved by him in return, he had the right to know the truth; whether to love a coward who ran from her own marriage would have been his choice.

You turned your head at the last moment, so that Lino’s lips met your cheek, and you closed your eyes, immediately holding onto his arm in order to keep him close to you.  

«Let me explain,» you mumbled, aware that he heard you loud and clear due to how close you were. Lino shook his head, clearly about to tell you that there was nothing you should explain, when you furtherly asked him to hear you out.

With that, you lead him back inside just to sit in front of each other at the small table in your shared room, and you kept glancing at him while nervously playing with your fingers.

«Look,» Lino sighed, running a hand through his hair. «I’m sorry if I made this awkward, I-»

«I lied.» you suddenly said, cutting him off; Lino tilted his head, looking at you, expectantly. With a quick move, you took off your necklace for the first time since you left the mansion, and placed it to the table, so that Lino could look examinate it closer if he wanted to.

«Remember back then, the men talking in the tavern? About- about the bounty... Well, I'm the Princess. I ran away as soon as my marriage with Prince Minho was announced.» Lino’s eyes bore into yours, trying not to give away the fact that he already knew who you were, «I like you – a lot, actually, but I can’t be with you knowing I’m lying and therefore, putting you in danger.»

Lino raised his eyebrows, running his hands through his hair while looking at you with a serious expression; you were about to ask his opinion on his matter when he simply scoffed, exhaling a brief breathless laugh. You furrowed your brows, watching Lino standing up from his chair in order to look for something in his leather bag.

«Do you remember when I told you my name, and you told me that it sounded fake?» he placed an almost identical necklace next to yours, with a different emblem embroided on it. «Well, you were right.» he said, as soon as he saw you holding his necklace just to examinate it closer. «I ran away as well, I’m Prince Minho.» now it was your turn to look at him with an incredulous expression.

What were the odds of coincidentally meeting the person you were supposed to marry, when both of you ran away from home?

Minho was now partially sitting on the table, and you abruptly stood up in realization.

«I have to get married to you?» you asked, still dumbfounded.

«Yes, Princess,» Minho chuckled, effortlessly pulling you to his body, «If we manage to get back in time.»

«We’ll leave tomorrow in the morning,» you nodded to yourself, running your hands on Minho’s chest, «I don’t care if it took us an eternity to get here.» your heart felt weightless at the realization that you were almost cheating on your future husband with, well, your future husband.

«Oh,» he raised an eyebrow with a sly grin, «so you want to get married to me?» Minho, which had both his arms around your waist, sneaked his right hand upwards along your arm, until it eventually reached your face, in order to brush few strands of hair behind your ear.

«Yes, I do… I like you,» you admitted, unsure, «You don’t?»

Minho gently cupped your cheek, mumbling a quiet and almost inaudible «Of course I do.» before closing the space between your lips; you sighed, immediately returning it, while holding him as close as you could.

Despite the fact that you both spent two entire months desiring each other, Minho’s lips were gentle and caring, gentleness that dissipated in the same moment he heard a quiet whine escape your mouth and a tentative nibble on his lower lip; the kiss became more passionate as seconds went by, Minho holding your body close to his as if his life depended on it.

«I think we should anticipate our honeymoon,» Minho mumbled against your lips, sliding off the table and reverse your positions so that he had you pinned against it.

«I think that you can be smart when you want,» you retorted, and let Minho pick you up and lay you down on the bed.

That night, you and Minho made love for the first time – the first of a countless times, the heavy rainstorm providing as a background noise and Minho’s hair fell over your body as if it were gentle raindrops, anytime he left a trail of kisses on your skin.

Six months later, just like that night, there was a rainstorm outside of the Castle; you sighed, content with how many things managed to happen.

Both you and Minho decided to go back to your Castle, since it was the closest from Duvencrune, and as soon as the guards recognized you, well, it was quite a scandal, since the both of you managed to unleash absolute chaos in two different Reigns.

Minho was much better at lying than you were, and explained that the two of you had been exchanging letters in secrets and eventually gave in to the desire to meet; your parents believed that, and despite the fact that you managed to worry almost everyone in your Kingdom, your marriage was still safe.

You and Minho got married two months after your return, and you moved to his Castle, your new home; the cheesy realization that you managed to feel at home anywhere – also in front to a bonfire in the middle of nothing, as long as Minho was with you made you smile, and with a small giggle, you rolled on the bed, seeking for Minho’s cuddles. Or at least, you tried to.

«Can you please move your fat ass?» you groaned at Minho’s frame completely sprawled out on your shared bed and preventing you from rolling on your back.

«I don’t have a fat ass.» Minho groaned, rolling back on his side of bed and waiting for you to get comfortable so that you could cuddle.

«You do, and I love it.» you giggled, gently slapping on Minho’s butt a few times in rapid succession.

«Of course you do.» he chuckled, before kissing your head.

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hello!! may i request gepard x child!reader?? (platonic ofc) reader is around 13-14 years old

From Me to You

pairings : gepard landau x child!gn!reader

genre : headcanons, platonic, FATHER AND CHILD BONDING !!!

a/n : dear anon, i'm truly grateful for this request. As my motivation were about to drop, this somehow bring me back to joy and happiness to write more 💗. If this isn't met to your likings, always feel free to shot another req on my askbox, can't wait to see more req in the future 💕

"A child was never apart of my plan, " the Captain exclaimed. A child with a look of purity and innocence stares at their so-called father confused, unexpect with such of a response.

"But with you, I would like to learn how to love"

★ - The captain, Gepard, found you near at one of the Silvermane Guard post. A child yet teenager-like figure that seem lost, unknowingly the exact fact of their own location.

★ - His first instinct were to ask you where's your parent and your house located, but you refused. You have your own reason to not telling due to the past on that house so you left by running away from it.

★ - It became a small arguments between the guard of what to do with you, but worriness took over Gepard and so he decided to taking care of you.

★ - You weren't that exact innocent type of a child as your age itself lands on a rebellious phase (supported by the mark of puberty). You completely wary and aware of who's taking care of you, you are more than worried that the one who's taking care of you would be so strict and uptight just like your own parent.

★ - Or moreso, as the Belobog's citizen, you heard once or two about the Landau family so you are afraid you might get opposed or being another outcast.

★ - but those thought soon crumbled into pieces, Gepard fully taking care of you, so caring, yet protective on his own way; the complete opposite side he is from work.

★ - whenever he's back from patrolling or mission, he'll makes sure to bring you some gift; each day differs to see which one you like the most. That way he learnt your likings

★ - Also your food schedule, you refused to open up to him about kind of food, but with his previoud kindness, you can't help but to tell him the food you've always wanted to eat ever since you are a kid.

★ - No further a do, he'll run like a speed to go to the store that sells your favorite food.

★ - Each time you feel sad, he'll always be there to support your back by giving you a plenty of hugs.

★ - He might also keep a track of each hobbies you do during his free time, and he'll makes sure to also involved in it so you both could have a quality time together

★ - Maybe he wasn't a bad person like you thought at first.

★ - As the time progressed, you'll clinging onto his back or his feet if he came back from patrolling. He's also willing to give you a piggyback ride across the Administrative District so he could always hear your giggle and little laughs whenever he jokingly speds up his pace.

★ - Whenever he was patrolling, he began to comfortable enough to entrust you in Serval workshop, he put a lot of faith in his sister to babysits you instead of passing it on other hand. He can't bare to have you missing to someone else so he trusted the babysits on someone he knows the most.

★ - Oh! Did I mention before that Serval is genuinely the best aunt right there, she taught you how to connect a couple of devices, basic mechanic problem fixes, and she even got you into musical instrument! You also got to learn on how to singing from her.

★ - Gepard is completely in shocked when he got to know you doing all these in his sister workshop.

★ - But soon his fazed would turn into a proud feelings in his chest, you have a good future and thats what his goal meant from being a Silvermane Guard Captain; to protect the Belobog generation and future.

★ - You both exchanging a lullaby before you sleep; though Gepard isn't the exact best at singing, you always loved it and that gives Gepard an exact confidence to always doing it with you.

★ - "Hmm.. Hmm.. Hmm.." you hummed along with Gepard lullaby, fighting the urges to sleep but a yawn continued,

★ - "It's the little y/n need to sleep?" he warmly said, putting a blanket and ensure you are wrapped warm, safe and securely.

★ - "*yawn* mhm.. Good night, dad," the word 'dad' wasn't intentional, but your subsconcious made you blurt the word out. You weren't realizing this because you doze off to sleep after, but Gepard — oh boy, at that exact moment he feel like the proudest and happiest man alive.

★ - watching you fell asleep, he'll grabbing your small hands on his hand, somehow it made him feel so comfortable and it makes him sure that you always feel safe with him.

★ - giving you a kiss on your forehead, you'll smile lightly on your sleep.

★ - "good night, sweetheart"

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I'm sorry, but this needs to be done. Got inspired by @sonknuxadow !

My personal disability headcanons for Metal Sonic! Part 1(?), Autistic.

I personally headcanon Metal Sonic with being autistic! Of course, this is natural for just about all of the Sonic cast. But what makes his robot autism stand out from all of those meat bags? Well, the headcanons below will show you. :]

First of all, his stims. Oh, he's got a good variety of stims that he'll do. Some of his auditory and vocal stims include ( but aren't limited to! ) beeping repeatedly at a very fast pace, repeating the sounds of objects ( ESPECIALLY car alarms and lasers. ), imitating the way people talk ( often trying to repeat catchphrases from them. Especially Eggman and Sonic. ), chirping, purring, and trilling! He's got that echolalia. :]

They have a couple of vestibular stims! Which include hand flaps, wagging their tail, rocking, twitching their leg, and cracking their joints!

They have plenty of tactile stims! Which include touching/making biscuits on soft fabrics or blankets, running their claws through someone's hair/fur/mustache ( don't let him get access to tangled fur/hair though. He'll end up pulling the tangles out, and it'll HURT. ), scratching certain textures, as well as fidgeting with different types of stim toys.

They LOVE pressure stims! Often times if they're not nesting in a hoard of stolen weighted blankets, they'll sometimes squeeze themselves into tight spaces. Such as behind and under furniture, inside of ventilation systems, and even in driers ( warm, cozy, full of clean clothes. ) when he gets the chance to!

Metal has a special interest in stars! Mostly because when seeing something that has a star pattern on it or is star related, it reminds him of one of his favourite places. Stardust Speedway, his home away from home. He not only has fond memories of the place, but he finds the place to be his perfect enviorment. Large and spacious enough for speed and flight, not too loud or too bright, and the stars look beautiful in the sky. They love the stars. :]

He's an autism creature, I tell ya.

If you have any questions involving autism headcanons for him, feel free to send an ask in my askbox!