#what if knuckles let someone in and started feeling romantic feelings for the first time

[guardian-of-da-gay]

I feel like the Knuckles show is probably gonna be like 90% shenanigans (and I love that for him) but I also feel like its gotta make GUN nervous that the Wachowskis are carting around a reality altering super weapon in a cooler while they play baseball... maybe they could send someone in to steal it.  Like a spy perhaps.  Another Mobian so the Wachowski boys lower thejr defenses a bit. If it’s a girl that would further lower their guard.  She’d need to be crafty though, maybe someone with previous experience as a jewel thief.  Wonder if the Sonic franchise has a character like that.

[magniloquent-raven]

When they first start dating (actually spending time together with their clothes on for once) Billy is completely unwilling to let Steve hold his hand. 100% against it. Snatching his hand away with varying levels of subtlety every time Steve's fingers get anywhere near his.

Steve tries not to take it personally. Billy's not that kind of touchy-feely, he supposes. Hand-holding is childish. It's what kids do when they like someone. Billy's made it very clear that he thinks it's stupid. Sometimes he withdraws entirely, folding his arms and tucking his hands under his elbows, snug against his torso where they stay hidden until Billy's posture can return to some semblance of normal and stops resembling a feral cat that's been cornered.

Sometimes he just redirects and tells Steve he can think of better things to do with his hands.

And it's not like Steve means to keep reaching for Billy's hand. He's not doing it on purpose, he's just. On dumb romantic autopilot or something. He gets warm fuzzy feelings and his brain turns to mush.

Which is why, when Billy falls asleep on the couch next to him, his fingers loosely perched on Steve's thigh, Steve starts caressing his knuckles. There's no thought behind it, he's half-asleep himself, barely watching the movie they've got on, lightly tracing scars he's mapped with his eyes but has never been allowed to touch.

By the time the credits roll Steve is dozing against Billy's shoulder, and he's got Billy's hand clutched in both of his, tucked securely between his palms.

He feels Billy startle, jolting awake, fingers twitching, then his whole body going carefully still. Steve doesn't feel like moving yet. So he doesn't.

The longer Billy goes without pulling his hand out of Steve's, the more awake Steve gets. The more aware he is of the fact that he's holding Billy's hand. It's a beautiful, shining little bubble of a moment, the warmth of him and the thrill of a first. Steve's sure that it'll be over if he moves an inch, so he pretends to sleep while Billy squirms in jerky little twitches, the motion of someone trying very hard not to let their restlessness win.

When his palm starts to sweat, Steve wonders if he's uncomfortable or just nervous, and why he doesn't just move away like he always does.

It's nearly impossible to pretend to sleep through Billy being confusing and indescribably endearing, so Steve shifts in place, turning his head to nuzzle against Billy's shoulder.

His hand is gone before Steve's even begun sleepily opening his eyes.

Confusing. Endearing.

Steve kisses his collarbone. "I was awake the whole time, you know."

"...So?" His casual tone is incredibly fake. Steve grins.

"Sooo..." It's only a little mocking, but Billy still flicks his knee in retaliation. "What's the deal, Hargrove."

"Dunno what you're talking about."

"Oh, please."

After a pause, Billy mumbles something, too quickly for Steve to make out.

"Hm?"

Billy groans. "My hands sweat."

Steve lifts his head to blink at him. The glow from the TV is just bright enough to see the flush on Billy's cheeks. "So?"

"It's." Billy rubs the back of his neck. "It's fucking embarrassing, okay?"

"I've literally licked the sweat off your body, why—" He squints at Billy's pursed lips and downcast gaze. He's trying so hard not to look nervous. He always tries so hard to pretend he's better than that, he's gotta be Mr Cool about everything—wait. "Oh. My god. Oh, that's adorable, holy shit. You know it's okay that it makes you nervous, right?"

"Fuck off."

"No, seriously, that's—I fucking love you." It tumbles out of him like it's the most natural thing in the world. He doesn't think about it, he doesn't have to, it's just true, and...

Billy makes a strangled noise. "Oh?" He's still trying to sound unaffected, and it's even less convincing than it was before.

Steve kisses him. He can't not.

Some time during the awkward tangle of Steve hauling himself into Billy's lap, rearranging their limbs without stopping to breathe, Billy catches Steve's hand. And laces their fingers together.

[hitchyboi]

Dating Havik Headcanons #1

Y'ALL OKAY THIS IS FOR MEEEEEEE XD I NEED MORE HAVIK AND GOD DAMNIT I'LL PROVIDE IT IF NO ONE ELSE WILL!

Oki thank you~

Content Warning- It's Havik. Gore, Blood, Violance, Self Mutilation, one small NSFW bit, Swearing (That's just me)

Cuteness aggression to the max. He can't help it, his partner is so precious when he's hugging them all he can imagine is squeezing them until their ribs break and pierce their lungs. If he's caressing their face, they can feel the way his fingers twitch, itching to dig his nails into their soft flesh.

He chews and bites. A lot. After Scorpion burned his face off he realized his ability to just straight bite things got easier without skin in the way. Will hug his partner from behind and chew on their hair cause he likes the texture. Cuddling? Random bites the entire time and they range from light and playful to you think he's genuinely trying to eat you sometimes. He isn't, kinda. Just likes biting.... Sometimes he may be trying to take an actual bite. Romantic Cannibalism.

His name has become a confusing mix of a disgust and comfort. If anyone ever calls him Dairou he gets insanely mad, remembering his life in Seido in the lowest caste and all the dictatorship over his life. Yet when his partner calls him his name... its almost like a comforting blanket he's never felt being wrapped around him. He doesn't have to be Havik, Cleric of chaos and symbol of anarchy. He can let himself relax for a moment, his worries can drift away for another day. With his partner... he can just be Dairou.

Surprisingly he is a good cook. Now his method of cooking may be a bit... unorthodox. You don't really know what he's cooking with. Or how he even got it in the first place. But give him some meat, herbs and spices and a fire. He'll be able to roast up a good tasting meal.

Has issues with monogamy. Not being faithful part but more the idea of having fidelity forced onto him? He doesn't like the idea of rules or societal norms re-shackling him after he's gained his freedom. If his partner is fine with polyamory or having an open relationship, great. If his partner isn't comfortable, communicating it as a personal preference and comfort level would gain more an understanding reaction from him rather than telling him he needs too.

Man's comfortable as hell in his relationship and partner. Would never tell his partner what they can or can't do or wear cause fuck that shit. You wanna go to a club wearing a sexy ass outfit and show yourself off? He's your hype man. Go out nude, he'd support it.

Will kill a man if someone messed with his partner.

Has killed a man for messing with his partner.

Has a habit of mutilating himself at the most random of times. Almost like the habit of cracking one's knuckles he starts to feel stiff and really uncomfortable if he hasn't snapped or torn a part of his body for a while.

His partner will have to force this man to put on a shirt if they are going out in Earthrealm. He doesn't understand the social norms of Earthrealm and frankly... he doesn't give a shit to learn. He'll eventually put on a shirt if his partner insists for their own comfort

Has tried to fight police officers, many times.

Getting this man to properly bath himself is a hassle on its own. He grew up in a way where bathing was a luxury few could afford so self care isn't something he's well versed or keen on. If his partner insists that they'd join him in the bath or shower then eventually they'll be able to pull his grimy ass into the water. Once he is in the water however, good luck getting him back out.

Lil NSFW~ Any marks his partner makes on his body during night time fun will always be saved on his body. He'll never fully heal them up, scars are like a badge on honor to this man. Now he gets to walk around with more scars and scars that his partner placed on his body from how well he was fucking their brains out.

[writingdumpster]

an idea

pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, fingering, oral sex mention, fisting, squirting, praise kink

summary: eddie tells you he wants to fist you. pure porn.

word count: 2,150

Eddie had been eating you out enthusiastically for the last twenty minutes, pushing you into your first orgasm of the night. He leaned back onto his knees as you evened out your breath, enjoying the sight of your twitching body. Eddie ran his hand along the outside of your calf, his fingertips faintly drawing lines along your soft skin.

“I have an idea,” Eddie said. You laughed.

“Uh oh,” you joked. He grinned. “What is it?” You asked.

“Promise you won’t think I’m crazy?” He requested.

“Eddie, you are crazy,” you teased him. He smiled bashfully. “C’mon, tell me,” you pushed.

“I thought maybe you could let me…fist you,” Eddie said, a red blush spreading across his cheeks the moment he said it. You thought for a moment.

“Have you ever done it with someone else?” You asked. Eddie shook his head.

“No, I’ve never told anyone I wanted to before,” he confessed. You smiled warmly. The two of you had started out as a casual hook up, but for the last month the two of you had been growing more and more romantic with one another. You were pleased that Eddie felt comfortable enough to share his fantasies with you.

“You saw it in a porn then?” You asked. Eddie blushed.

“Yeah,” he admitted.

“Did it look like it hurt the girl?” You asked. Eddie shook his head.

“No, she was…enjoying herself,” Eddie said with a smirk. You chuckled.

“Okay,” you agreed. “I trust you.” Eddie felt his heart skip a beat at your words. He was starting to truly care about you and it was getting harder for him to hide. Eddie crawled over to the edge of the bed and grabbed the bottle of lube on his bedside table. He returned to his place between your legs. He squirted a generous amount of the lube onto his hand and rubbed the excess on your already soaked cunt.

“We’ll work our way up,” Eddie said as he slipped two fingers into you. You hummed gratefully as he began pumping them slowly in and out of you. The wetness from your first orgasm and the copious amount of lube was making filthy sounds as Eddie moved his fingers. His wrist flicked as he moved in and out of you, rubbing his fingers against your g-spot. You hadn’t used words since Eddie had slipped his fingers into you, but you had been making plenty of noise.

“You sound so pretty, sweet thing,” Eddie murmured. “You ready for another?”

“Yes…” You whispered softly. Eddie felt a rush of pride at the need lacing your tone. He slowly eased a third finger into you. You gasped as the new addition stretched your walls.

“Feel okay?” Eddie asked. He kept his fingers buried in you to the knuckle but was hooking them inside you to rub your spongy wall with his calloused fingertips.

“Feels good,” you mewled. Eddie reached up with his other hand and pushed his fingers over your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. “Ohhh, Eddie,” you cried and arched your back away from the mattress.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Eddie growled as he watched you.

“I’m gonna come!” You cried when Eddie’s movements on your clit sped up. Eddie chuckled darkly. His eyes were locked on your body, trying to absorb every inch of it at once. He couldn’t decide which part of you he liked looking at the most.

“Go on, angel. Let it happen,” Eddie encouraged sweetly. You let your orgasm wash over you, electric pleasure running through your veins while your pussy clenched down on Eddie’s fingers. You threw your hips into the air as you cried out in pleasure. “That’s it, good girl,” Eddie cooed. You let your hips fall back down to the mattress as you caught your breath.

“Eddie,” you sighed contentedly. “More.” Eddie smirked. He pulled his fingers out so the tips of them were just dancing between your soaked lips. He turned his hand vertically and began running four of his fingers up and down your slit. His index finger was hitting your clit each time he got to the top of your cunt, sending little shocks of pleasure through you.

“You ready for four, sweet thing?” Eddie asked, voice like honey.

“Yes,” you breathed out. “I want it.” Eddie ran his fingers up and down your pink lips before slowly pushing four fingers into you. You gasped in pleasure as you felt the stretch of Eddie’s four fingers pushing into your tight cunt. Eddie had gotten past his first two knuckles when he let out a guttural groan.

“I can feel you opening up for me, angel. Your little cunt wants more of me,” Eddie murmured. He moved his other hand back to your clit and started rubbing the swollen little bud back and forth causing you to kick your legs against the mattress. You moan in ecstasy.

“Fuck, Eds,” you whined. “It’s so good.” Eddie got all of his four fingers into you and began sliding them in and out of you. He pulled his hand away from your clit and grabbed the bottle of lube laying by his knee. He flipped the top open and poured more lube over his hand and your pussy. You moaned as Eddie’s hands began making even louder squelching noises.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me do this,” Eddie murmured as he turned his hand inside you. You moaned at the sudden change. Eddie started hooking all four of his fingers against your g-spot. You moaned as the pads of his fingers rubbed against you in just the right spot.

“I’m gonna let you do it again,” you mumbled back. Eddie chuckled.

“Whatever you want, sweet thing,” Eddie called down. He leaned over you to kiss you sloppily. He continued moving his fingers in and out of you, hooking them gently and letting you stretch around him.

“Eddie,” you called. “I want the whole thing,” you told him. “I’m ready.”

“You sure, princess?” He asked. “We can stop if you want.”

“No!” You said a bit more aggressively than you intended. Eddie smirked. “Don’t stop. I want it all,” you pleaded.

“Alright, sweet thing. You know I just want to take care of you,” he cooed. He pulled out of you once more and put more lube on his hand for good measure. He looked down at you and made eye contact, giving you an encouraging smile. He closed his hand so that his fingers were all pushed together like he was making a puppet of his hand. Really, he was going to make a puppet out of you. Eddie locked eyes with you again. You gave him a small nod.

“I’m ready,” you told him again. He slowly began pushing his hand into you. He was rubbing your clit with his other hand, trying to distract you from the painful stretch with pleasure. You found you didn’t mind the stretch though. It felt incredible to feel yourself opening up to accommodate Eddie. You’d never felt so aroused before. Eddie had gotten his fingers into you, but he had just arrived at the knuckle, where you would have to open the widest to accommodate him. The two of you made eye contact.

“Take a deep breath and relax, angel,” Eddie cooed. You nodded, inhaling deeply before exhaling and letting every remaining ounce of tension leave your body. As you did you felt Eddie pushing his wide knuckles past your opening. You gasped and moaned involuntarily at the stretch. You felt your gummy walls tighten around Eddie’s wrist as his hand slid all the way into your cunt.

“Mmmhhhooohh, Eddie,” you moaned up at him. Eddie could feel your cunt clenching down on his hand.

“Does it feel okay, sweet thing?” He asked, his hand motionless inside you. He pressed a small kiss to your sweaty forehead.

“It feels fucking incredible,” you told him. “I feel so full.”

“Is it alright if I start moving then?” Eddie asked.

“Yes,” you said breathily. “Please.” Eddie began to slowly turn his wrist so that his palm would be facing up inside you. You moaned as you felt his hand moving inside you, stretching your wet hole. He began thrusting his hand in and out of you shallowly, not moving out enough that you would have to accommodate his knuckles as he did. You moaned roughly at the feeling.

“That feels good?” Eddie asked.

“Feels really good,” you assured him. You clenched down on his wrist.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight, even with my whole hand inside you.” He stopped thrusting. “Look at me.” You turned your eyes to meet his soft brown ones. He smirked devilishly but before you could question him you felt him close his fist inside you. You moaned in shocked pleasure. Your eyes rolled back in your head. Your legs kicked and your back arched away from the mattress, your body moving as if by Eddie’s command. He ran his hand up and down your thigh to soothe you.

“Open it,” you whimpered as you caught your breath.

“Open it?” Eddie asked.

“Your hand. Open it inside me,” you said. He raised his eyebrows.

“Not all the way. Just enough to stretch me.” He nodded. He slowly began to open his fist. You started moaning immediately as you felt his hand moving.

“Ohh, fuck, Eddie,” your voice was low and sultry. None of the sounds coming from your mouth were being controlled and their volume was growing higher than it probably should have been.

“You sound so sexy, sweet thing. I love your moans,” Eddie called. All you could do in response was moan out another incoherent sound. Eddie’s hand was now open flat inside you, fingers still pushed together. He was rubbing against your walls tenderly when you reached up and touched his chest, gaining his attention. He looked at you, eyes wide, waiting to follow whatever instruction you had for him.

“Fuck me with your hand,” you begged. “Make me come.” Eddie smirked.

“You sure?” He asked, his voice laced with the cockiness that had gotten you in his bed the first time.

“I’m sure,” you said. He nodded

“Lay back, angel,” he cooed. “I’ll take care of this sweet little pussy for you.” He began thrusting his hand in and out of you, just letting your lips open around the width of his knuckles before pushing back into you again. You were moaning wildly. The neighbors had surely heard by this point. The wet sloshing of your cunt was filling the spaces between your moans.

“Faster,” you called. Eddie complied at once. His hand was still stroking your thigh softly. You reached down to your clit with your own hand and began rubbing circles against it. Eddie moaned.

“Yeah, baby, touch yourself,” he groaned. You whined back in pleasure.

“I’m gonna come, Eddie,” you told him.

“I know, angel.”

“Gonna make a mess,” you warned. Eddie grinned.

“You gonna squirt for me, sweet thing?” You nodded furiously. “Go on. Make a mess all over me.” Eddie started moving his hand more quickly, pulling it out of you past the knuckle before pushing it back in again. Your cunt was making the dirtiest sound you’d ever heard and you couldn’t have contained the moans coming out of you if your life depended on it, but you would’ve died happy anyway.

“Ahhhh! Eddddiieee!” You cried. You came hard. Eddie could feel you clenching and unclenching around his hand as he kept fucking it in and out of you. After another second you were spraying clear fluid all over his arm and sheets as you continued coming.

“Yeah, that’s it, come,” Eddie groaned. Your chest was heaving as pleasure continued to run through your body but slowly you caught your breath. You looked up at Eddie with heavily lidded eyes as he gently pulled his hand from you. He wiped it off on the leg of his pants and then looked up at you.

“Hi,” you said softly. Eddie grinned.

“Hi,” he said. “You feel okay?” He asked. You nodded.

“That was great,” you said. You reached down and grabbed his hand. “Can I take care of you now?” You asked. Eddie blushed.

“You, uh, don’t…need to,” he mumbled.

“I want to,” you said.

“No, I mean…I…” You glanced down and saw the wet spot staining his pants. You smirked. Eddie looked away from you in embarrassment.

“That’s hot, Eddie,” you said.

“It’s hot that I came in my pants like a teenager?” He asked. You nodded.

“Really hot.” Eddie chuckled.

“Whatever you say,” he agreed.

“See, you’re starting to get how this works,” you teased. He smiled.

“Well, girlfriends are always right and boyfriends are always wrong, right?” He joked. Your eyes widened and you smiled bashfully.

“Girlfriend?” You asked, the hope in your voice unavoidable. Eddie smiled. He laid down beside you and pulled you into his arms. He gave you a sweet and loving kiss.

“Yeah, baby. Girlfriend.”

[seireitonin]

Grlll imma need some moreJeff content. Idk what exactly but I need it, maybe some romantic/ normal headcannons. Whateva u do I will rlly appreciate it and love it

Omg my first boyfriend ever, Jeff!!!! I’m starting to love him all over again he’s so nostalgic! Anyway in no specific order here are more hcs for him! I used Nina as an example of how he views/ thinks of being in relationships (once again I hc Nina as black)

Jeff is 30 years old

Him and Toby were born the same year but Jeff is a little older

Despite what everybody thinks Jeff is capable of love

But his love isn’t normal or kind

His love is intense obsession and admiration in a way

For example in his own way he really did love Nina

But he’s just such a bad person that he couldn’t or rather refused to properly show it

He admired the was she threw her life away for him he admired the way she was willing to let him run her life for so many years

He was obsessed with her in his own way, the way she worshiped him making him feel like he was above everyone

Nina left him after coming to her senses though, and he constantly plots on how to break her down and get her back, despite being with Toby now

He is very protective over the people he cares about though

Willing to kill anyone who even makes them feel slightly bad

His obsession will make him very possessive

Why would you need anyone but him anyway? He’s literally Gods gift to Earth

You should be happy he loves you this much

He’s very smart with his words and actions

He’s very calculating and cunning

Part of this manipulation to make people stay is because he actually does crave genuine connection in his own way

He just doesn’t know how to do that

He’s always been rude, antisocial, blunt and self serving

All that being worse now that he’s a murderer

He can’t ever change. Not that he wants to

So instead of trying to change he’ll just use his smarts and tactics

He loves the way he is why should he have to change for anyone?

He still thinks of Nina even though he won’t ever admit it

He remembers the nights he’d hold her close and he’d feel her warmth

He remembers how he’d get her small things for her birthday and how her face would light up, shocked that he even remembered

“Hey, got you something”

He throws it towards her

“Jeff! Brass knuckle necklaces?! I love them! How’d you get these!”

“Killed their original owner. You’re welcome. You don’t know how hard it is to find people with shitty taste like yours.”

Nina doesn’t even care about the insult as she excitedly tries on her new jewelry

He remembered how they’d encourage each other toxic and self destructive self serving behaviors

“Wanna rob that Hot Topic?”

“Yes!!!”

“Okay let’s go stab someone so the rest run and we can raid the place.”

“Yay! I love you!”

“I love me too”

He remembers how they were partners in crime together

He misses her smile and bubbly personality

He remembers how Nina would do what he said because they loved each other the same way

Deep obsessive admiration and impulsivity

He remembered when they kissed for the first time

It was rare that he showed affection to her or touched her at all but when they did it solidified in his mind that she was given to him by God himself. He deserved her. She was made for him.

He’d never felt so right. He never thought anyone would make him feel the way she did. She’s perfect to him. Even though he’d never say that. Can’t have her thinking that they’re on the same level

Some nights he’d just stare at her while she slept, touching her skin that felt just like his. Even leaving soft, bloody kisses on it.

He’d only do this when she slept, not wanting her to see him vulnerable or affectionate at all.

“So beautiful. Just like me. Just the way I made you.” He’d say as he traced the permanent smile on her cheeks and her burned dark golden brown skin

God he hates Toby for taking that away from him

Nina and Jeff were perfect together in his eyes

He hates Toby for telling her different and showing her stupid healthy love

Toby took away Nina, Jeff’s God given right.

He should’ve killed Toby when he had the chance

Nina started becoming more “boring” the moment they started talking with each other

Then one day she fought Jeff and left him completely

He should’ve killed Nina too

How could she do that to him? She was his in every sense of the word

He made her

Made her to be just like him

But Toby told her that was “manipulation” and took her from him

He hates them both and is plotting revenge every day

He was actually really close with Toby

So he feels betrayed by 2 people he cared about

His face is severely infected because every time his scars start to heal or close, he opens them right back up

They only get more beautiful each time in his eyes

His hair is long and goes to his mid back

It’s tangled and messy and unkept

Listens to metal music a lot

Actually gets some ideas about how to kill from metal music’s lyrics

Knows Liu is alive

Has mixed feelings about it

On one hand, he loves and misses him

On the other he sees Liu as a failed job of his and finds it insulting that he’s still alive

So he just avoids him until he can’t anymore

“Hey brother, remember me?”

“How could I forget the only person who I failed to kill?”

“You’re a piece of shit, Jeff”

“You’re making me blush, Liu”

They still banter and talk to each other like brothers

They both missed it

They’re the only family they have left

So both hesitate to kill each other

That doesn’t stop them from beating each other up though

Jeff is scared of fire, even though he will never admit it

His skin has healed pretty well over the years

But it’s still not super smooth

Is good friends with Clockwork

They talk shit about Toby and Nina

Who would’ve thought their exes would be together?

Wants her help getting revenge, but Clockwork doesn’t want to hurt Toby

Jeff calls her weak for it

Jeff likes her company a lot, despite that

Part of him wouldn’t mind being with her

She’s brutal, strong, street smart, and pretty

He sees a lot of himself in her and that’s probably why he likes her so much

There’s no one Jeff loves more than himself

Once you get used to him Jeff can actually be a pretty cool friend

He loves to smoke and drink

Used to smoke with Toby before everything happened

Offensive and dark humor

Which is why him and LJ get along sometimes

Jeff is actually extremely loyal

If Nina stayed he would’ve been by her side forever

He feels stupid for caring about her and being so obsessed with her and admiring her

Jeff is 6’2

He smells like blood and beer

He’s pretty skinny

His eyes are dark blue like an ocean which would be pretty in a normal context but on him it’s pretty unsettling

His hips are always swollen but also thinned out because of the permanent smile stretching them outwards so it’s uncomfortable to look at

Jeff’s wardrobe is very simple

Plain black or white shirts, black pants and a random hoodie

Big hands perfect for delivering hard hits to victims and the other pastas he fights

If you were ever gonna be with him you have to accept that what you want and your feelings come second to his

Jeff isn’t a good person by any means

But but he doesn’t care

He knew he was a bad person for years and he’s done hiding it or trying to change

[hikakuriyyu]

Tension. (part 4)

⁎ warnings: romantic slasher ? mentions of death, mentions of blood, mentions of AND !murder!, manipulation, kissing, female!reader.

⁎ summary: you fell for him. hard. the murders started, and you knew it was him. billy lured you into his dark and twisted intentions. it was so wrong. but it doesn't feel wrong... there was something stopping you. or someone.

⁎ author note: i hope your guys been enjoying the last few parts cuz thinking of a plot is pretty hard 😭. and its my birthday :D so nice, lol. here you go nena :).

You stood there, frozen, your mind racing. Everything felt like it was crashing down all at once. Billy was already outside, waiting for you, the clock ticking faster with every second. You knew what he expected, what he needed you to do to prove you were really in this with him. But killing Dewey? It wasn’t supposed to come to this. You didn't wanna do this.

You swallowed hard, staring at your ghostface costume lying on the bed, the mask staring right back at you. This was it. You knew that if you backed out now, Billy would never look at you the same. This was the moment. You had to show him you were serious. That you loved him.

With shaky hands, you grabbed the costume and slipped it on, the mask feeling heavier than it ever had before. Every step you took downstairs felt like the floor might cave in beneath you, but you kept going, gripping the knife tightly in your hand. Your heart pounded in your chest, but all you could think about was Billy.

This was for him. You were doing this for him.

You hide in a closet and wait for the right moment to come. ''You can do this...'' you thought to yourself. You were so nervous for the first time, maybe you still had sympathy in your heart. You hear a few footsteps coming and prepare yourself. The footsteps inch closer towards the closet. At the right moment you jump out and stab Dewey's neck, hoping that would kill him instantly. Dewey placed his hand on his neck, trying to stop it from bleeding out. You watched the scene unfold, instantly regretting what you had done. Dewey lets out a few chokes before he takes his last breath, body going rigid. You stayed there and looked at his lifeless body. He didn't deserve this...

You snapped yourself out of it and quickly ran to a near window and climbed out before anyone could see you. You ran to the fountain where Billy wanted to meet, hoping he'd be waiting for you there. You see his distressed face, thinking you maybe had gotten caught. He notices you and quickly walks up to you. ''Did you do it ? Is he dead ?'' he asked you eagerly. You look around, making sure no one was in sight before taking of the mask, nodding at his question. ''Yeah...'' you say with obvious guilt on your face. Billy cups your face and presses a soft kiss on your lips. ''Hey... don't worry. You did the right thing. If you didn't kill him we would've been caught by now. But we're free. Together.'' he says softly, brushing a few strands of hair out your face. You relax under his touch right away, thinking about it from a postive perspective. He's right. If you got caught, you wouldn't be able to be with Billy anymore. You couldn't bear separation.

You smile at his words softly before nodding. ''Yeah. I guess you're right.'' you say before looking at the ground. ''What now ?'' you ask, thinking about what's about to happen next. Billy smiled, taking your hand. ''Let's run away together. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.'' he said as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. Were you dreaming ? ''Oh my God...'' you exclaimed, not taking your eyes off him. ''Let's go.'' he said as started walking, still hand-in-hand with you. This is the best and worst day of your life.

He walks you to his house, since he lived alone. You walk into Billy’s dimly lit home, the atmosphere heavy with a mix of fear, excitement and uncertainty. The house is eerily silent, as if it’s holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. Billy locks the door behind you, his movements calm and collected, while you stand in the living room, fidgeting, unsure of what comes next.

Billy leans on the wall, crossing his arms, watching you closely. He could tell you were a little on edge. ''Relax. We're safe here.'' his voice is smooth, confident, as if the events of the night didn’t affect him at all. He pushes off the wall and walks over to you. You look at him, the guilt evident in your voice and body language. ''I actually killed Dewey... he didn't deserve it. He was so sweet. I took his life away.'' you say as you take off the ghostface costume, setting it down somewhere before you take a seat on his couch. His eyes narrowed as he followed you, sitting down next to you.

Billy smirks softly before putting his hand on your thigh. "And you did it for us. That’s what matters." He scoots closer, his tone shifting to something softer, almost affectionate. "Don’t you see it now ? You’re free. Free from all those people holding you back." he added. you nod slightly, still unsure, your mind swirling with conflicting emotions. Part of you is relieved to be with Billy, but the weight of your actions lingers in the back of you mind. You look away hesitantly. "Why did it have to be him, though ?'' you say, your voice breaking slightly.

Billy grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him, his expression darkening. "Deserve ? None of them deserve anything. They were all just in the way. You need to understand that. They were part of the game. Just like Sidney." his voice is low, almost a growl, but then his grip softens, his tone changing to something gentler, more... manipulative. "But now, there’s no one left to tear us apart. You and me… we can start over. Together."

Billy wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. You can feel the warmth of his body, the intensity in his touch, and despite the chaos inside you, you find yourrself melting into his embrace. There’s a strange comfort in his possessiveness, in the way he makes you feel like the center of his world. You lay your head on his shoulder softly. "And what now ? What do we do next ?" Billy smiles, stroking your hair as if soothing a child. "Now ? We disappear. We leave Woodsboro behind and go somewhere no one can find us. Just you and me. Doesn’t that sound perfect ?" he said.

There’s a pause, the idea of running away together sounding both thrilling and terrifying. You know what they’ve done can’t be undone, and there’s no turning back. But there’s still a nagging doubt, a hint of hesitation. "And what about... everything we’ve done ? What if they find us ?" you ask him. Billy pulls back slightly, looking down at you with that same smirk. "They won’t. We’ll be ghosts. And even if they do... we’ve come this far, haven’t we ? You trust me, don’t you ?"

His gaze locks onto yours, challenging you, daring you to question him. You hesitates but then nods, feeling the intensity of his control over her. Your trapped, but willingly so, tangled in your obsession with him. "I do. I trust you."

Billy leans in, pressing a slow, possessive kiss to your lips. It’s not just affection—it’s a claim, a reminder that he owns you now.

To Be Continued...

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❥ єηнуρєη 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ♡

☆🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ᰔ // 𝗼𝘁𝟳 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 // мαѕтєяℓιѕт

“𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦."

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♡ H⃨e⃨e⃨s⃨e⃨u⃨n⃨g⃨~

Kisses with heeseung are what start off as clumsy and shy but dissolve into the most endearing ones. The kind of kisses that start awkward with bumping of noses, but immediately melt into a romantic mess. Hee’s the one to giggle in between kissing a lot and he usually loves to caress your soft skin while his mouth tastes yours. He loves to stroke your cheeks or brush his fingers against your exposed waist, and pulls you into his lap carefully so your bodies are fully touching and he can feel your beating heart. The one who thinks eye contacts are really important and detaches his mouth from yours from time to time to look into your eyes dreamily, stitching into them his thousand unsaid love confessions. His kisses are butterfly kisses, his feathery lips pecking yours softly at first, then parting to take in and drown in your sweet taste. At the same time, his kisses can also be hella intimate, his hands working up to your hips and his tongue darting inside your mouth for sweet dominance, when he’s feeling himself. Heeseung loves it when you grab the back of his neck and pull him closer to you to desperately intensify the attachment of your mouths, and swoons over you when you initiate the kiss. Usually, kissing leads to cuddling and sleeping together cozily but when it’s something he demands, he will position you down on the bed or sofa and hover on top of you, dragging his kisses down from your lips to your chin, jawline, neck and everywhere he sees. You’re up for a long night of loving kisses, with your loving boyfriend, that might never end anytime soon.

♡ J⃨a⃨y⃨~

Kisses with jay is the definition of passionate. The kind of kisses that invade every cell of your body and make you feel beautiful inside out. He connects with you dearly like this as a way to remind you constantly how much he wants you. The one who sets the whole mood skilfully, tucking the loose strands of your hair under your ear, giving you a hazy smile and looking inside your eyes with unwavering adoration. When he feels you nod and close your eyes, he leans in closer and connects his lips with yours, letting his love and yearning for you take over him and guide his way. His kisses are gentle and full of fondness, and his hand strokes your thighs in loving motions, easing you into his touch. Jay has the ability to teleport you in a completely different world of just him and you, filling you with reassurance and affection. Forehead kisses are a must for him and also kissing on your cheek. Not someone who is gonna be up for a train of kisses 24/7, as he knows how to use his words and other skinship, but goodbye goodnight kisses are almost mandatory. He will never leave for work without kissing you goodbye, and never let you sleep without you knowing the taste of his delicious love.

♡ J⃨a⃨k⃨e⃨~

Kisses with jake is the description of romantic. Despite being someone who’s really good with words, he uses his kisses to remind you of his overwhelming love for you and to sensually connect with you. His kisses are full of tenderness and warmth, and he never lets a single opportunity slip by without using it. He’s addicted to kissing your body, and takes kissing you as his divine duty. Jake even makes sure to kiss your eyelids, your knuckles, the space below your ears, your temples, your shoulders, and basically everywhere to remind you how each part of your body is equally loved by him and how all of you is divine. You are his goddess and kissing you is his religious prayer. His kisses remind you of comfort and make you feel secure, and he uses words to accompany his love in order to make sure you bask in his endless ocean of feelings for you. *kisses your forehead* “I love you” *kisses your cheek* “I love you so much” *kisses your cheek* “you’re the most beautiful girl i know.” *kisses your lips* “I’m the luckiest guy to have you.” *kisses your chin* “I’m glad you’re mine.” His lips are like soft cushions, sinking between with every little contact and he loves his hands all over you to pull you close and feel you completely. He’s awfully good at using his tongue, gliding it over your lips and inserting it within your mouth to plaster his taste inside it and make you shiver with how good he makes you feel. Seriously, this lover boy can go on kissing you for hours and hours, without ever getting tired of it. His kisses are therapy, his kisses are magical, his kisses always feel like home.

♡ S⃨u⃨n⃨g⃨h⃨o⃨o⃨n⃨~

Kisses with sunghoon are possessive. His kisses never fail to remind you who you belong to. He loves to pin your wrists with whatever surface is behind you and kisses you with his intoxicating dominance so by the time he’s done, the only thing your mouth remembers is his name alone. He doesn’t normally kiss too much, but when he does, they are of fierce passion and leave extra ordinary aftermath. He buries his fingers in your hair, till your bodies collide and kisses you with so much love and intensity that you feel weak in your knees. He lives for it when you wrap your legs around his torso and climb on him so he’s holding you with his bulky arms. You can not just feel him in your mouth and on your lips, you feel him linger everywhere and dominate your body for hours and days even after he’s gone. Neck kisses are 100% his thing; he always drags his lips down to the sensitive spots of your neck and leaves hickeys and love bites to claim you and leave pieces of him when you miss him the next day. However, soft pecks with sunghoon are next level adorable, because he’s so shy and smiles with his eyes whenever he leaves mild pecks on your lips or cheeks. He runs away immediately after to avoid eye contact with you and if you’re the one initiating it, your heart is bound to melt from the way he blushes and his face takes a rare and cute strawberry tint.

♡ S⃨u⃨n⃨o⃨o⃨~

Kisses with sunoo is the epitome of affection. His kisses are doting and depict how happy you make him feel. He’s so smiley throughout the whole time, and more than prolonged kisses, he’s super into little loving pecks. On your lips, on your cheeks, on your hands and fingers and your hair when he’s hugging you. He loves intertwining hands while kissing you and his cheeks and ears take an evident red tint afterwards. He buries his head in the crook of your neck after a heated kiss, so you can’t look at his damaged heart after the impact, but he’s so cute and nuzzles up in your touch like a little koala. He never kisses you or initiates any sort of skinship in public or infront of the members, but whenever he gets a chance of comforting privacy, he takes it and pulls you into a loving hug followed by a little kiss. If you’re someone who initiates it, he will gladly play along, and if you’re someone who’s into a lot of skinship, he will go out of his way and practice kissing you a lot to make you feel loved no matter how badly it blows up his heart later. Anything, to keep his beloved girl always smiling her most beautiful smile.

♡ J⃨u⃨n⃨g⃨w⃨o⃨n⃨~

Kisses with jungwon are the ones that happen once in a while but leave your heart fluttering for decades. He’s the type of person who doesn’t indulge into touchy-kissy romance normally, but oh boy when he does, he obliterates everything around him till the only thing existing in your world is yang jungwon alone. His kisses are body-burning intense and deliver his unspoken ownership over you. He leans you against the counter or anything behind, and crashes his body into yours so you’re pressed tightly to him. Jungwon loves to brush his fingers with your jawline and chin, and like sunghoon and sunoo gets really shy when the moment fades. His mouth is one of those dripping in plunging sweetness, and he makes sure to imprint his love on your lips with each movement. He’s someone who kisses you a lot when you’re asleep so you can’t find out what a simp he is for you. Long duration kisses because he uses every passing second to explore your taste, and he ends it by kissing your nose softly. Catboy sprints out the door the very next millisecond, to catch his breath from the steamy situation he himself created. Overall, jungwon’s kisses are the cutest kind of memorable kisses you can ever receive from a boy.

♡ N⃨i⃨ k⃨i⃨~

Kisses with ni ki are playful yet so intimate. Like you can’t pinpoint how from teasing eachother and pulling eachother’s legs, his plush lips will be buried on yours and his breaths would warm your cheeks. He loves squeezing you like a teddy bear when he kisses you, slowly dragging out his kisses to your whole face especially the sides of your mouth to catch you smile, and he’s always the one smiling and melting into the act because he gets flustered easily. But he can be quite romantic and confident too and in moments like these, he’s usually up for a lot of kisses that’s unlike him. One thing he absolutely admires doing is squishing your cheeks so your lips automatically pout, and that is when he giggles and leans it to kiss your mouth. A series of nonstop pecks follow, and then he withdraws, just to watch you pull him back into the kiss again and whine. Because he’s really tall, he makes you stand on his feet so you can reach him, or just simply carries you only to throw you mischievously on the bed later on. The most adorable part about niki’s kisses are the fact that he does act all cool when you ask for them as if you’re the one needing them always, but everytime you sleep, he is the one who can’t hide his obvious admiration for you and showers you with nonstop kisses.

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🄰/🄽: 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽! :) <𝟥 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀! 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. ^~^

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Bad Omens — Ryomen Sukuna x fem! Reader

cw // explicit content , toxic relationship , blood , stalking , manipulation , gaslight , misspellings and grammar errors (sorry, english isnt my first language)

Three months into the relationship, it was beautiful. You began to unravel many sides of him: the clingy one, he didnt want to let you go in public places, which you found cute; the jealous one, for simple reason such as a waiter hitting on you, which ofc, again you found it cute. You noticed that he was so posessive yet so loving, which made you think it was cute and tolerable.

Eight months into, you started to realize that Sukuna had loved you enough to show you his true colors: tough love. There were times, he didnt give you shelter when you were vulnerable. You thought, 'oh, maybe that's his way of loving. To strengthen people he loves.'

And you thought, that was okay. Maybe you really needed that. A hands to strengthen you, not to share your tears and burden.

Sukuna told you how much he hated to see you cry. So you never did.

The love grew stronger, but so did the jealousy and other bad omens he showed. There was once, where you accidentally set his jealousy on fire, then he cornered you—just as usual— you couldnt lie to yourself that it was hot. But, then he pulled a sudden move that put you in a shock. He punched the wall next to your head. And it wasnt once. He had to do it again. Again. And again. Until he pulled it, placed it next to his body; and you saw red blood dripping from his knuckles.

Seeing horror in your face, Sukuna suddenly looked down, He didn't have courage to look you in the eyes, but somehow, his hands managed to cup your face. He placed a soft kiss upon your forehead as he whispered softly, "I am so so so sorry. But you have to understand that it was also your doing. I was so scared to lose you."

He continued, "I cant lose you. And please please don't leave me."

You set into shambles. "I am so so sorry, Sukuna."

His words had gotten into you. Maybe bcs it was the feeling when someone didnt want to lose you, or the sense of belonging, or just a blind devoted person in the name of love.

There were many times you fought. Most of the fights were caused by how wierd his ex behaved, Uraume. You told him that it was very unusual to have your ex do whatever you ask. It was more like a master and servant not like a romantic relationship. But, again, he shook it off. And the way he acted—the i never want to lose you, the i love you, the possessiveness, the clinginess— made you believe that he loves you.

One day, you told this to your friends—Satoru and Suguru. Shoko couldn’t be there due to an emergency operation she had to perform— and both of your friends agreed that it was very weird for Sukuna and Uraume; and he might not love you that much. But you opposed their opinion, you firmly assured them, “No! I do think he treats me the way I deserve to be treated.”

Suguru frowned. “That isn’t love.”

You shook your head. “It’s tough love!”

Suguru looked concerned. “You know, you should really run away. Stat.”

You got home and Sukuna was frowning. He was irritated. You thought something was wrong with his day … or you did something that made him irritated. Satoru’s jacket. On your shoulder.

Oh. Wow.

He stood up from the sofa, began to walk toward you, caged you in the corner. His knuckles brushed against your cheek. “You know I don’t like it.”

He whispered in your ears, “I saw the guy with the dark hair taking you home. What a whore. Wearing another man’s jacket and taken home with a different man? And then come home to me?”

“What?! You saw?!” You realized he was stalking you.

You pushed him, getting out from that corner. “We should break up!”

Two steps away, and Sukuna grabbed your wrist, a little too tight that it made you whine from the pain. “There’s no breaking up with me.”

You tried to shake his grip off, trying to pull back your hand. “Let me go!”

Somehow, you managed to. Three steps ahead, he pulled your hair, and it made you turn around and face him. And his hands swiftly moved to your neck, applying a small pressure to your neck. It was a reminder about who was in control. You could feel the air start leaving you, making you feel dizzy. And when Sukuna realized, he took the chance by whispering sweet nothings, “You know I love you. And I can’t live without you.”

Suguru’s words flashed in your mind. You really should run, but Sukuna’s words started to corrupt your mind, leaving you no choice but to be in chains. You cried, mourning for the sanity that was left in you. All you thought was how helpless you were.

You cried, “Your ex! Cant Uraume just get away from you!? Fuck … you are insane, Sukuna.”

“I love you,” he repeated. “You should know that you made me behave like this. I am losing my head at the thought of you leaving.”

Another bad omen that you chose to ignore the moment he continued his sentence, “And I’ll harm anyone who tries to take you away from me. Even both of your beloved friends.”

So then, your wings of freedom had just been chopped into small.pieces. You felt his hands moving to your cheeks, cupping them and wiping the tears away. And back to the starting point of the cycle, he kissed you again, rough and aggressive, like a man who had not known to feast at all. The problem was you melted from his touch again, you felt your heart beating faster. So then you closed your eyes and kissed him back. It was painful, yet thrilling. So bitter, yet so sweet. Heart beating, be it adrenaline or love, you couldn’t care less. You could only feel this good, confused, as if your head was in cloud nine, with Sukuna and Sukuna only.

“I’ll show you why Uraume shouldn’t be your concern.”

You realized, like many nights you had fought with him before, the solution always came to one place: the bed. Angrily did the deed; leather whip; and handcuffed.

And this morning, you woke up because you heard Sukuna was moaning your name. Or perhaps it was just a dream. But when your vision became clearer, you saw Sukuna rocking his hips against Uraume, he was doing it with her while moaning your name.

Handcuffed on the bed, you couldn’t escape or run. As he realized you had woken up, he stopped and pulled out from Uraume. He smirked at you. “I take back my words when I said tears don't suit you. It does.”

Sukuna walked to you and started kissing you. “You see what I did? Fucking her and only you in my mind. I could never dare to do you if you are unconscious”

Tears flowed more and more, and he licked them. You saw Urame approaching the bed. “Master Sukuna ordered me to please you more as he does the deed with you later.”

“See? She doesn't mind. She’s a servant and you are a lover. My lover.”

The moment Sukuna’s knuckle brushed softly against your left cheek, you had come to realize that you were a bird with wings chopped into pieces in a red and bloody cage

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Dante SFW Alphabet

Rating: T

CW: None

A/N: Well while working on the fic I realized I needed something to help me nail down how I want Dante to react to certain things. So thanks to my lovely friend @jellys-compendium I decided to do a SFW & NSFW alphabet for the silly pizza man. So here's the first part and I hope you enjoy it!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Dante isn’t all that affectionate in platonic relationships. Well, when it comes to Nero he can’t help ruffle his hair or pushing his shoulders when they’re on a mission. He also doesn’t really show his affection when anyone else is around when it comes to the romantic side, he might get handsy but his actual affection is kept for when the two of you are alone. He just doesn’t want to verbalize that he knows Nero is his nephew when it opens up those scars. He shows his affection in small touches, like brushing your hair off your forehead. When it’s cold out, tighten your scarf just a bit closer to your skin before you leave the shop. Brushing his fingers along your knuckles when you sit on the couch and he’s sitting there beside you. The second anyone shows up? All that goes out the window and he’s back to being his walled off silly flirty man. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As a best friend, he’s got your back no matter what and knows what you’re thinking almost at the exact moment it crosses your mind. He’s the kind of best friend that you can sit for hours talking about random things with while it seems like no time has passed at all. Just that kind of friend that is always there when you need it. Given how Dante likes to keep himself in his office most of the time the friendship would have to start with sadly demons being involved somehow. Either you having a problem with them and going to see him for it or being caught up in something you shouldn’t be and Dante saving your skin. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Dante might not seem like it, but once he’s comfortable with you as a person and then in a relationship with him he is a cuddle bug. Like his affections, he cuddles in private but he enjoys the feeling of your smaller form wrapped in his arms tucked up against him, with your head over his heart. Feeling you returning the cuddles with your hands resting on his forearms tapping away a random pattern while his hands roam along your back. He also likes feeling your cooler skin against his since he’s always warm as a side effect of his demonic heritage. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Dante doesn’t want to settle down, while it’s a small wish deep inside of his heart he knows he can’t. Yet when even a sliver of it is offered he’s quick to hold on and enjoy those moments. Can he cook and clean? If you define cooking as letting pizza boxes grow mushrooms and their own ecosystems maybe. Dante orders Pizza for a reason and if he had access to it he’d totally eat kraft dinner, and not with milk. That’s too fancy for him. Instant noodles are his backup for pizza when Morrison cuts off his tab. As to cleaning? I direct you to the piles of pizza boxes growing mushrooms. Yet the lack of cleaning is planned to confuse people to make him think he’s a bit of a slob.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Dante would be quick about it and cold as hell. “I’m done, you were fun for a while Doll but I’m bored.” Something to break your heart while he acted like he didn’t care in the slightest because he’d rather you walk out of his life crying and hating him while whatever part of his heart that you’d taken died with the door closing. It’d be to protect you from the life he leads but it’s for the best, so if having you hate him means you’ll never be in the crosshairs of someone or something after him then he can accept the pain.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment itself? Once the relationship progresses to the point where he knows you aren’t running away from him and the dangers in his life that man is wrapped around your finger. His heart, body, and soul are yours, bad flirting and dramatic ass too. He would do anything for you and wants you in his life. As to getting married? That is not in the cards for him from the standpoint of official traditions. Or doing paperwork. Dante would tell you putting a piece of metal on his finger or signing paper doesn’t mean anything to him. It’s the fact he loves you the way he does and wants to spend the rest of his life with you and treasure you. He sees you as his partner without anything official because he doesn’t need it to know he’s yours and it’s the same for you. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Dante has his gentle moments but they are rare, with his general attitude he doesn’t see the need to be gentle on the physical level. When he is it’s a rare treat but he’s not out of his way to ever harm you, if anything it’s more like he doesn’t always know how to be gentle. What he thinks is a soft pat on your shoulder is actually strong enough to make you fall on your face if you aren’t prepared for it. Emotionally? He can be pretty damn closed off early in a friendship or relationship. As it grows deeper and he’s better at reading you he knows when you need him to drop his shields and walls and just reassure you with his words and to just be soft with you. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

This big silly pizza man, doesn’t like hugs. No, this silly man LOVES hugs, and not the soft ones where it’s a gentle caress, no he loves great big ass bear hugs that might crush your bones. Because if he’s hugging you, you’re someone he trusts so he doesn’t need to try and hold anything back when he does. The problem is most of those hugs aren’t shown to anyone because of how closed off he is, so be prepared once you get past that wall and there isn’t anyone around. Or if he wants to annoy you because he’ll put you in a bear hug if he knows it will get you riled up and feisty. But those bear hugs of his are also always so warm because he’s just warm and it’s just a nice feeling. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a while to say it, but when he does it’s not some big romantic moment or anything. Which is par for the course since saying he loves someone means he is in deep and it paints a huge target on whoever it is. Yet his delivery the first time would be over something silly, like bringing him pizza after a hard day when he’s starving after just getting back to the shop to find you on his heels just behind him with a fresh pie in hand. “I love you, Doll.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Dante does get jealous but not in a way that bothers him. As far as he’s concerned if you’re in a relationship with him to that point he doesn’t need to worry about it. That’s not to say he doesn’t find it annoying when anyone comments on how something should have bothered him, like a coworker claiming they need to walk you to the office and seeing Dante waiting for you. Sure Dante feels that churn in his stomach when others flirt with you and you laugh or flirt back a little but he knows nothing will ever come of it. He does get a sick kick out of seeing whoever is trying to woo you when he slides up behind or beside you and watching their face fall as you turn to look at him with a megawatt smile. Almost like he enjoys it when they realize they’ve got nothing on him because you only have eyes for him. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Dante’s kisses are as varied as his moods, ranging from sensual and heartwarming to domineering ones that leave you breathless and the kind that leaves your knees buckling from just how overpowering they are. If anything it’s the reflection of how he feels in that moment with you since he isn’t always the best with words. Dante likes to kiss any part of your skin he can find but if he had to pick one place as a favorite, he’d say it was your hands because to him your hands are so different from his. His that are rough from all the sword work he’s done over the years and when he looks at yours knowing they’ve never done anything like his. He finds something just so sensual and heartwarming when you kiss the edge of his jaw, almost like it’s a promise that you’ll be back later.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Dante… is not good with children… at all. Like to the point that if one of them looks at him and starts crying he feels his whole being freezing. So when he sees them he flinches every time no matter how small of a reaction, and it’s something you come to catch when you see it the longer the two of you are together. However, the first time you meet Pattie and find out how old she was when she first met him, it clicks why he isn’t good with kids. Even more so when Trish and Lady tell you about the little blond that drove Dante nuts.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Sleeping. So much of Dante’s work is later in the day or into the night that the morning is when he sleeps or catches up on missing sleep. So if you want to spend the morning with him, you need to curl up in said bed with him. That’s if he made it to his bed and didn’t just crash on the couch. Another way that is a bit sneakier is if you roll into his kitchen and make breakfast, the smell of a home cooked meal with bacon tends to make the grumbly pizza man appear still half asleep and mumbling before dropping his head between your shoulder blades while you work away at the hot plate in the back room that makes up half of his kitchen. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

If Dante doesn’t have a mission on the go most nights he usually stays at his desk while you take up the couch, the two of you talking long through the night. Those nights you get to see him scowl when the office phone rings because while he might not say it he hates the interruptions to your conversations. Every once in a while on a rare occasions Dante will slide onto the couch with you, draping his arm over your shoulders and tugging you in close to him as the two of you swap stories about things you’ve seen and been through. But. If anyone shows up through the doors Dante is quick to dart away before they see him like that. He’d much rather spend the night with the two of you just talking then dealing with demons running amok. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Dante is slow to reveal things, even as your relationship moves forward and it’s not just because he’s closed off or has the walls up. He knows there are things about him that if you knew would put you in danger so he’s careful about what he does tell you. Yet he wants you to know all the important things about him and wars with how much to tell you. Some things are a lot easier than others like how much you mean to him and the effect being around has had on him. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It’s interesting to look at Dante and his patience because really there’s two sides to it. The one where he pretends things get under his skin and acts like he’s pissed, like most of his interactions with Lady. It’s easy for him to make a show to give the appearance of having a short temper, another great diversion tactic from what he’s actually like. That being said there are real things that could grate on his nerves like threats to those he cares about and it takes a lot for that side of him to show. If he did have a true short temper like the one he sometimes shows he wouldn’t have made it this far. When it comes to him being in a relationship with you there’s a world of patiences as the two of you figure out your boundaries with one another. Just don’t shoot him in the head or he might start to treat you like Lady.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

As much as Dante pretends like he isn’t paying attention he knows every detail you say and everything about you. He knows every inch of your body, those eyes of his are sharp when it comes to the finer details. If he’s pressed for information he does act like he doesn’t know anything, but when it comes to you he remembers your preferences for food, drinks, colors, flowers, all of it. So when it’s a day that’s important to you he has your favorite ready, it’s take out, but it’s the thought that counts. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Dante’s favorite moment is silly, when the two of you were making that transition from friend to dating. When you showed up at the office with the pizza he had ordered, expecting it to be the delivery guy and seeing you there instead. Laughing at him as you told him he did owe you that date he had promised and if he was too dense to figure out you were genuinely interested in him then you were gonna drive that point home. Even if you had to slap him in the face with said interest. You being so forward sits in his head as that point when he realized you weren’t just hanging out with him because of the bad luck that seemed to follow you. You actually wanted him, and that meant the world to him. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

This man is protective to the point it’s almost annoying, he knows you aren’t a fighter and he sees it once your relationship progresses so far as something he needs to do. Sort of like a duty as part of your relationship to keep you safe, which conflicts internally since he knows that you being in the relationship with him has also placed a larger target on your back. Some of his protection is of course his usual style of hack and slash when it comes to demons themselves that think you’re an easy target. Whenever certain humans that are remnants of a cult or similar start sniffing around Dante makes a show of following you at a distance, well a show where they can see him but you can’t see him. Dante doesn’t need you to protect him, but he would like you to not be defenseless if he can’t be there and tries to get you to be able to fight back somewhat. Not the same way as he would, more along the lines of being able to create an opening for you to get away from whatever might be after you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

His everyday tasks are bare bones minimum effort, this man has one focus day to day and it’s trying to keep himself afloat with enough money to order pizza. So they don’t get much effort. Even as your relationship progresses that doesn’t change, he doesn’t put too much effort into dates either no matter where you’re at in the relationship. Dante isn’t much of a gift guy either, the idea of buying you something just for the sake of buying you something makes his head spin in confusion. He’d much rather show his affection in person with touches after a rough day. Now when it is something important that’s when he puts the effort into it, so when he does give you something, it holds a lot of meaning and he does spend days thinking about what he is going to give you. When it comes to your anniversary he spends the mouth before starting to think about what he wants to do to show you it means something to him. He even goes so far as to ask Kyrie for advice since of all the women he knows she’s the most practical and unlikely to tease him for it. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

As good looking as Dante his, he isn’t the most hygienic. After a mission coming back covered in grime and possibly demon blood he doesn’t care about getting cleaned up, sees it as part of the job. He looks good but he isn’t good at cleaning his body or his clothes, the real reason he gets a new leather coat every four years or so. Because it’s so covered in grime even he can’t stand the smell of it. You cringe every time he comes back from a mission and he leans closer and the smell of rot and copper floods your senses, waving your hand in front of your face and trying to shove him into a shower. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Dante might not be vain but he knows he is good looking, it’s part of his charm and his taunting when he’s in a fight. He has the kind of looks however that takes very little effort for him to maintain and his life style seems to add to it. Like when he doesn’t shave for a few days and his stubble gets longer, of his hair a little shaggier, instead of taking away from his looks it seems to increase them. Which when others fawn over his rugged handsomeness you do find it a little annoying as your own jealously flares. At least until he sends you a wink during the fawning. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

As the relationship progresses Dante refuses to admit that you’ve become an integral part of his life and the thought of losing you makes him freeze. Because he’s at a point where he needs to figure out if he wants to keep going and accept the realization he needs you to feel whole, that for the first time since he lost his family as a child that you slot into that missing piece of him and it completes him. It’s a thought he doesn’t really enjoy having to dwell on, just how much you are the missing pieces of him that he didn’t know could be filled in. Pieces he thought would forever be lost to the void and tucked behind mental doors to never be seen. Its easier for him to accept that you don’t mean anything and lie to himself instead of admitting how deeply ingrained you are as a part of him now. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Underneath all of his devil may care (I know bad pun) attitude and his taunting when in fights that makes it seem like Dante is a cocky uncaring slob deep down he feels like everything he does is never enough. That if he hadn’t been so scared as a child, maybe his mother wouldn’t have died, maybe he and Vergil wouldn’t have been separated. That if he had of just been more then maybe he wouldn’t feel so lonely when he has his nights alone, refusing to let anyone see that at his core he’s still that scared little boy. So when you come along and peel all those layers away from him he comes to realize he can be that person even for a little while and accept that you care about him even with that sense of self depreciation. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Dante doesn’t like olives. That’s for certain. When it comes to people he doesn’t like them being clingy or needing a lot of attention. Essentially he likes his people to not be like a dog but more like a cat, instead of wanting to spend every second with him or wanting his attention he wants someone there when they feel like being there. He doesn’t want someone that wants his undivided attention 24/7, it’s too exhausting for him. He prefers when a person, be they a partner or not, is just there to spend time with him and either do their own thing while he does his or be off on their own. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Dante is a bed hog and blanket thief. The worst of his blanket thieving is he doesn’t even want them after ten or fifteen minutes with how warm his skin is. So he steals them, wrapping them around his body, and they end up on the floor. Which is great when you want to press close to him as a personal furnace. The man, no matter how big the bed is, needs to sprawl, legs wide apart, arms stretched as far as they can. He’s a starfish flopped on a bed and while it is a pain it is kind of cute to see a small bit of drool when he’s truly passed out. 

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[babygorewhore]

Gentle Guidance. Jimmy Darling smut.

Your new boyfriend is so hot that you need some relief. But you can’t get yourself off. Luckily, he’s there to help you. WARNINGS! Smut with no plot. Female masturbation. Fingering. Praise! Soft! Dom Jimmy.

You and Jimmy had been on four dates. They all went amazing. You had met at the diner, after seeing him, he invited you to the show so see him sing and you were mesmerized. His voice was hypnotic. His hands didn’t bother you, instead they drew you in. You found him adorable and charming. And sexy.

He was always flirting, calling you nicknames like doll. Baby. And sometimes, sweetie. Something you loved. But you wanted to take things slow. You hadn’t been with anyone romantically before. He was your first boyfriend. And you didn’t want to mess it up.

He took you to his modest trailer, you planned on spending the night with him but you weren’t sure what would happen. Were you ready for the next step? You laid on his bed, he was taking a shower. You remembered the feeling of his hands on your thigh as you both sat at the diner. His grip had been strong yet gentle. Territorial over you. You heard Jimmy humming to himself in the bathroom, you still had time. Your core tightened as you realized he was shirtless. His muscular body exposed. You wanted him to touch you but you hadn’t been touched before by anyone. Not even yourself. Your parents hadn’t educated you on pleasure and the internet was only so helpful.

Your fingers reached down to your underwear, grazing over your center. You started circling your clit slowly, it felt nice but your fingers were too small. You reached down, trying to insert two fingers in, something your friends mentioned felt really good but you winced, you hadn’t even gone first knuckle deep. Your eyes closed as you tried to force it, it was painful. You weren’t wet.

Jimmy had come out of the bathroom, just in boxers when he saw the scene before him. Your eyebrows were pulled together. Your mouth pressed in a line. You were frustrated. Trying to touch yourself but clearly it wasn’t working. He smirked and quietly moved to the edge of the bed. You felt the dip of the mattress and froze.

Fuck, he caught you.

Your hand quickly left your pussy and your eyes went wide. “Jimmy-“

“whatcha doing, doll face?” He asked you, teasing you.

“Um.” You stuttered but he already saw. “I’m. Trying to. Um. Get ready for you?” Jimmy leaned forward, his hand gently caressing your calve muscle.

“Hmm.” He said, focusing on your eyes. “But clearly you looked like it wasn’t working. What’s wrong? Can’t get yourself off?”

You blushed furiously, shaking your head. “No. It doesn’t feel good.” Jimmy shook his head. He couldn’t have a girl in his trailer unsatisfied. Let alone his girlfriend.

“What do you normally do?” You looked away from him.

“I’ve never done it before.” You whispered and Jimmy’s eyebrows shot up.

“What? You haven’t touched yourself?” He almost groaned at your innocence. This was a treat for him. An untouched girl.

“No. I don’t know how.” You wanted to vanish into thin air from embarrassment. Jimmy smiled and his hand trailed up your leg, gently separating your thighs.

“Well, doll. Looks like you need someone to help you. Do you want that? Do you want me to help you?” His fingers moved up ever so slightly, near your underwear.

You nodded nervously and he moved closer to you, hovering over your body. “First things first. You need to be wet enough, darlin.” You opened your mouth to respond but he lifted your hand up, gently placing your two fingers in his mouth. He started sucking, his tongue grazing over the pads of your finger tips. You shuddered, your eyes frozen on his lips.

He removed them from his mouth before he leaned down, his nose grazing your neck as he started placing light kisses along your skin. His shirtless torso pressed against your chest, as he started sucking on your sweetspot. Your breathing grew heavier as he turned his head, licking gently above your collarbone on your pulse point.

He took your hand, pressing your wet two fingers against your clit. “Start moving in slow circles, baby. Get yourself warmed up.” Your pussy clenched as your fingers dampened from your movements. This was so much better than what you were doing.

His own finger grazed against your waistband of your underwear as he started pulling them down. He dragged them off you, as they stuck to your body. Your bare core was exposed as he started moving his own hand down to your entrance. “That’ll open you right up, sweetheart.” He started inserting the tips of his conjoined fingers inside and you moaned. It didn’t hurt before, giving your extra slick providing lube as your speed increased on your clit.

“Do you want me to go inside, babydoll? You want me to fingerfuck this tight pussy?” He asked you. You nodded rapidly.

He went a little deeper. His first knuckles going inside, your walls clenched around him as you breathed deeper. “That feel good?”

“Yes. Fuck.” You whimpered against him, pressing your head against the pillow. Jimmy started curling his fingers, reaching the deeper parts of you and your legs tightened around his hands, keeping them there.

Your stomach was tightening in response. “Good girl.” He praised as he went faster, enjoying the sight of you crumbling under him.

Your clit was assaulted by your own speed, your eyes drifted shut from the sensation as he touched your g spot. You weren’t going to last much longer, something built inside you and you panted. “Jimmy. Something’s happening-“

“Damn straight. Let go. I want you to come.” He commanded.

You fell apart, heat rushing to your body as your orgasm coming over you. Your hips rolled, chasing your climax as you settled against the mattress. He slowly removed his hand and you groaned at the loss of contact. You opened your eyes and sweat pooled over your forehead. Jimmy smiled down at you before capturing your lips in a kiss.

“That was so hot, Angel. Was that better?” He asked you.

“So much better.” You responded against his mouth.

Jimmy glanced behind him at the clock.

“I think you can give me another one, don’t you?”

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[rosewood-multifandom-writer]

Defrosting Ice King

Summary: You teamed up with Neo Shadaloo to help free more test subjects that were kidnapped. It’s been two successful rescues for you and the team to far, will it be third time’s the charm? Unfortunately, barely.

You end up getting badly injured in the fight to rescue two kidnapped children and got attacked and ambushed by brainwashed psycho powered experiments. Ed starts to lose it.

Thankfully, you’re tougher than you look. (Cross posted from Archive of Our Own)

(I did not know what visual to put here. 😅)

Author’s Notes: Inspired by this post right here: https://www.tumblr.com/mylife-notyours98/756209442736979968/please-im-begging-someone-please

I saw this and went, “say no more.” Plus, needed to write some Ed angst mixed with hurt/comfort since there is a lack of it on Tumblr. And because I don’t want all of my Ed content as much as I am super down bad for the guy to JUST be sex, sex, and more sex, lol.

I also decided to use “Y/N” less here so that the excessive use of it is not too off putting for others that prefer reader insert fics with less of that being used.

@mylife-notyours98 this is for you!

Content Warning(s): Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort (For Ed mostly), Bosch Mention, JP Mention, Ed Cries, Reader Gets Injured, Reader is a BAMF, Gets Fluffy At the End, Banter, Awkward Ed, Ooey Gooey Sappy Romantic Stuff at the End

Ed tried to warn you about something like this. He tried to deter you from seeing him. He tried to get you away from him, not because he hated you, far from it. He was… afraid. He HATES admitting it, but he’s afraid of losing the first person he truly fell in love with.

 

He also tried to deny his feelings for a very long time and say that he does not love you to others that teased him about you before the incident.

 

It never worked.

 

As he sat on the ground next to the pile of scrap heap he made with his gloved fists, he thought about the events of what had led to your injuries.

…

(Two weeks ago)

 

“What’s the plan, Commander Ed?” You playfully asked him.

 

Ed rolled his eyes at you and lightly flicked your nose. You yelped and rubbed your nose.

 

“That wasn’t nice of you.” You frowned.

 

“Well, that ain’t my name and you know it.” Ed argued jokingly.

 

“I didn’t hear you complain.~” You teased.

 

Falke smirked at the two of you bantering as he discussed the plan.

 

The plan was to help some test subjects out who are children.

 

Hearing and seeing that Shadaloo went as far as kidnapping and experimenting on children had always made you sick to your stomach, but you put on a brave face for your new Neo Shadaloo friends, especially with Ed, whom you started falling for over the past few months of joining him and his friends.

 

You then cracked your knuckles and said, “Well then, I’m ready.”

 

Ed smiled at your confidence briefly before he said, “Move out.”

 

You followed the other Neo Shadaloo members who were leaving the makeshift hideout, which was an abandoned warehouse, meanwhile Falke and Ed fell a little bit behind.

 

Falke smirked at Ed. “You like them, don’t you?”

 

His eyes widened and his face turned red.

 

“What?! No. I’m just… letting them exist in here.” Ed lied badly.

 

Sighing, Falke patted Ed’s shoulder.

 

“Listen, Ed. Whether you like it or not, they want to be there for you because they like you. They wouldn’t be dealing with you acting like this 24/7 tough guy if they didn’t. Plus, why else would they risk their lives helping you?” Falke asked.

 

“Because… they’re a dummy?” Ed asked, once again trying to cover up his true feelings, which earned him a shoulder smack from Falke.

 

“You can’t bullshit me, Ed. You sometimes grow attached to everyone you meet.” Falke argued.

 

Ed sighed, rubbing his shoulder and confessed, “Well… maybe it’s because I don’t want anything bad to happen to them because of me.”

 

Falke’s face softened.

 

“Hey, it’ll be okay, Ed. They’re strong and can make it through it just like you and I did.” Falke said, trying to reassure her brother.

 

“Alright. I hope you’re right.” Ed said, taking a deep breath.

 

“Eddy! You coming?” You called.

 

Falke giggled at the nickname, making Ed mouth “shut up” at her once again blushing.

…

You and the group infiltrated a run down facility, with broken shards of glass on the floor, which led up to the broken test tubes.

 

Falke was with you, alongside five others.

 

“Find anything?” You asked Falke.

 

The blonde woman shook her head. “Nothing yet.”

 

You sighed and looked around carefully, holding your breath cautiously in case someone attacks.

 

“Over here.” Someone whispered to Falke, which made you follow her and the other former test subject.

 

With teamwork, Falke and three others lifted some debris to reveal two children. Fraternal twins.

 

One of them had barcode tattoos on their shoulders similarly to Ed.

 

Ignoring the pang of sadness in your heart and gut, you quickly went over to them and got them out.

 

The girl twin started to cry and cling onto you, and you soothed her with a head pat and a hug.

 

“Ssh, it’s okay, you and your brother are safe now.” You cooed.

 

“Hey! What the hell are you doing here?!” A group of Shadaloo soldiers were suddenly surrounding all seven of you. “It’s Neo Shadaloo, stop them!”

 

“Dammit!” You yelled as you whipped around and hid the twins behind you protectively.

 

Falke stood next to you and readied her baton, and the other five members had their weapons and fists at the ready.

 

Another group appeared to your right and to Falke’s left.

 

“GO!” Falke yelled as she smacked a couple of soldiers away from the kids.

 

You delivered a well placed kick to the skull of one of them before punching another all while telling the children to stay right next to you.

 

The other five fighters were being overwhelmed and you came to their aid while Falke took her turn protecting the kids.

 

You ran up and threw a jab at one soldier before flipping the solider on his back and stomping on his chest to immobilize him.

 

One attempted to grab you but your reflexes were quicker and you threw him on top of the guy you stomped on.

 

You were approached by a bigger guy and you got ready to fight him, until…

 

In the nick of time, Ed came out and punched the big guy in the face, throwing him to the ground before he used his powers so yank him away from you so that he didn’t squish you like a bug.

 

You sighed in relief but continued to fight, as there was no time to talk and joke around now.

 

You kicked another soldier out of your way and ran to Falke to get the kids.

 

“Ed! We found the kids.” You told him during the fight.

 

“That’s good, now run!” Ed yelled as he teamed up with the others to help fight the remaining ones.

 

“But-“ You tired arguing, but Falke put a hand on your shoulder and shook her head.

 

“We gotta move.” Falke told you.

 

You reluctantly run with the kids to safety with Falke alongside six others Ed brought with him.

…

“We’re almost there, don’t worry!” You reassured the children as you all ran.

 

You on the other hand are worrying on the inside about Ed.

 

You all regrouped in a seemingly empty lab that mostly had broken test tubes like the previous one.

 

You knelt in front of the twins. “Do you two have names?”

 

The twins nodded.

 

The boy introduced himself as “Peter,” and the girl introduced herself as “Patricia.”

 

“Peter, Patricia, you’re gonna be safe, I promise you. That man that saved you is Ed. He also helped this nice woman named Falke. He saved a lot of people like you. It will be okay.” You reassured, patting their heads.

 

Both twins hugged you tightly and you embraced them back.

 

“Watch out!” Ed yelled.

 

“Huh?” You whipped your head around to see a test subject with a glowing purple scar charging at you and the kids.

 

In an instinct, you pushed the kids away towards Falke and the others and you clumsily dodged the attack.

 

“Falke, get the kids out of here!” You yelled, facing the feral brainwashed fighter.

 

“You idiot, no!” Falke yelled.

 

“Just go!” You yelled again as you barely dodged the attacks and kicked the fighter away from you.

 

“Y/N!” Ed yelled as he helped you fight off the psycho powered combatant. “You can’t fight them.”

 

“I’ve done it before, I can do it twice.” You said, thinking about Bosch and how you failed to save him. “Besides… I don’t want to fail at saving another one again.”

 

Ed was confused about what you meant before he tried again to get you to stop. He grabbed at your arm.

 

“Come on, you can’t do it.” Ed tried to pull you away.

 

You looked him in the eye with that same fire you had when you practically begged him to train you.

 

“Just let me do this. Please.” You desperately said. “I want to save them too.”

 

His grip loosened and you went off to fight the combatant.

 

He noticed something was not right with this.

 

As you sustained a couple bruises on your face and on your body, you were able to defeat the one brainwashed combatant. In hopes that you would be able to save them, you lifted the box off their head, and found a young man that looked exactly like Bosch, which made you freeze.

 

On the man’s shoulders there was a message that read, “I see you’ve joined Bison’s successor, Ed, good luck to you.”

 

You tried to pick the young man up, you heard Ed scream, “Y/N! Get out of there, there’s more of them!”

 

“Huh?!” You turned and even after a swift reaction time, you were punched in the stomach, making you cough.

 

One of them picked you up as if you were a feather and threw you onto a test tube, shattering everywhere, with glass piercing your skin and nearly taking out one of your eyes.

 

You groaned and yelped in pain as the agonizing pain of the glass in your flesh had been planted inside you.

 

You tried to get up, but your leg got messed up as well.

 

Falke and three others came back horrified and joined Ed and his group fighting the other brainwashed combatants.

 

Everything was blur due to the blood loss as you watched the others fight a bunch of experiments.

 

You reached out, as if trying to will yourself to get better, but you fainted from both stress and pain.

…

After what felt like many, many long hours, you awoke in a hospital bed.

Looking around, you tried to find any familiar faces.

Luckily, you found one: Falke.

“F-Falke…” You mumbled.

“Oh thank god, you’re awake.” Falke said, letting out a breath she was holding in for a long time it seemed. “How are you feeling?”

“Like… I got thrown like a ragdoll into some glass.” You tried to joke but the pain registered in your face. “Jesus Christ it still hurts.”

“Take it easy and do not try to get up, because you’re going to reopen your stitches.” Falke was firm, yet gentle with her words.

“Where’s the kids?” You asked, immediately wondering and worrying about their well-being.

“Peter and Patricia are okay. Just shaken up.”

“And Ed?” You asked.

Falke opened her mouth and closed it again. “How about we talk about this when you’re better?”

“He’s pissed off at me, isn’t he?” You said, looking sad. “I’m not gonna blame him. I did make a dumbass move risking my life like that, all because I let my emotions get the better of me.”

“Y/N…” Falke started. “He’s not pissed off, he’s… just taking a break.”

“A break?” You asked, confused.

“Yeah. He needs to clear his head.” Falke said. “It’s not as serious as your injuries, just take it easy. For him. It’s not me asking, it’s an order.”

You pursed your lips and slowly nodded.

“Good. Hang tight for him, okay?” Falke said before winking.

You were flustered by the comment, but you understood and took it easy. You hated hospitals, but thankfully you made enough money to pay them off with how expensive American hospitals are.

…

Ed was in the junkyard, and after breaking up so many old cars into scrap heaps and making money, he was panting and sweating and sat on the ground for a second.

Every time he closes his damn eyes…

All he could see is you, getting thrown into a test tube, seeing every single piece of glass pierce your skin and making your bleed out nearly to death, and him screaming out your name desperately.

This happened because he could not be honest with himself for goddamn once in his life.

He kept trying to deny it.

“I’m just friends with them,” he would say. “They’re just weird,” he also said. “I don’t have any feelings for them,” he lied.

The denial did not work as he had intended.

Every time he saw you help other test subjects, especially those twins that were about his age when he was also kidnapped and experimented on, seeing you risk it all for people you barely knew, seeing you fight fiercely, it made him fall in love.

And he hated that he was in love with you.

He was trying so hard not to catch feelings and here you are, making him fall under your spell.

He growled and punched the ground.

He deeply exhaled some of his anger and closed his eyes.

“Did not think you’d be out here of all places.” He heard Falke say behind him.

“What are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to be watching them?” Ed asked.

“They’re okay, Ed. They’re just healing a bit slowly.” Falke said.

Ed stayed silent and looked at the ground, hiding his face behind his white hoodie and hair.

Falke frowned and sat next to him.

“Do you think I’m worth it?” Ed mumbled.

“What?” Falke asked.

“Do you think I’m worth being around even if shit like that keeps happening?” Ed asked.

Falk thought about her answer carefully.

She thought back to that time Ed rescuing her from Shadaloo and how he gave her more hope in taking down Shadaloo.

“Yes, you are worth it, Ed.” Falke told him.

“Why? I always pull you guys into my bullshit. I mean, look at Y/N right now! They’re like that because of me.” Ed said.

“That’s not true, Ed. They were willing to risk their life the same way you were willing to. Yeah, they’re also stubborn when it comes to you warning them about the danger, but considering how far they went to find their own meaning of strength and wanting to help people, they also think you’re worth it.”

Ed thought hard about this.

“I just need a minute alone.” Ed told her without the usual bite in his words.

Falke noticed this change immediately and nodded in understanding. “Take your time.”

After his sister left, he sighed before he teared up.

He thought back to seeing you, laying in your own blood, unconscious, and he tried to wake you up by calling out to you, and he couldn’t speak after realizing just how horrible your injuries were.

He held a hand up to his mouth, in so much shock from the pang of guilt, anger at himself, and regret for not telling you his true feelings and how he took you for granted.

Picking you up gently, he was almost about to cry, as Falke took notice as she led the others out before anymore Shadaloo soldiers could arrive.

He was the one who brought you to the hospital and he watched as you were fighting to live for another day. After three long days of you being out, he stopped visiting you at the hospital, as he felt like he did not deserve to be in your presence.

…

(Back to the present)

 

“How long was I out?” You asked after your wounds healed slightly and you were able to sit up without fearing reopening your wounds and making yourself stay at the dreaded hospital longer.

 

You checked yourself out during the day and met up with Falke at night.

 

“Three days.” Falke said bluntly.

 

“THREE DAYS?!” You exclaimed. “Hold crap, I thought I was gonna faint again.”

 

“Maybe don’t do that.” Falke joked. “Even though your wounds are healed, you need to take it easy. Until you fully recover, you need to leave the test subjects up to me and Ed.”

 

“Okay. I REALLY don’t want to be in a hospital again, honestly. Speaking of which, where is Ed?” You asked. “He didn’t immediately go on a mission, did he?”

 

Falke bit her lip before saying, “He’s been uh… on his off days lately.”

 

“Is it because of…?” You trailed off. Falke shook her head, immediately debunking your assumption. 

 

“Just go talk to him. He’s been worried about you.” Falke told you. “Remember to be gentle with him.”

 

You nodded. “Where is he?”

 

Falke pointed to the construction area.

 

“He’s on top of one of the buildings?” You questioned.

 

“Yeah. He mentioned something about you mentioning a very odd place to recommend tourists and went there specifically.” Falke said.

 

“Thanks, Falke.” You hugged her and went to go see him.

 

“Another thing, Y/N! Take care of my brother when I am not around!” Falke advised.

 

“I will!” You yelled back.

…

Ed was sitting on one of the buildings of the construction site.

 

These past few days, he’s been up here, reminiscing about your text messages about this area, loving to go to that Edomon place even though he doesn’t like it personally, and you wanting to get stronger.

 

He smiled solemnly at these memories and looked down at his wrapped hands.

 

He sighed and thought about how bad he was at this and how he almost got his heart ripped out of his chest.

 

“Ed?” He heard your voice and he turned to see you, with new somewhat healing scars on your body and your face.

 

“What the hell are you thinking, climbing all the way up here with the injuries you have?” Ed scolded, although the venom in his words did not register as strongly as you were expecting from him.

 

“It’s fine, I checked myself out of the hospital after everything was okay.” You tried reassuring. “Falke was there to make sure I did not make my conditions worse.”

 

Ed’s shoulders somewhat relaxed as he looked back on the city lights.

 

You sat next to him, where he couldn’t hide his face behind his hair.

 

You said nothing for a few seconds to let Ed collect his thoughts.

 

You both had a bit of a social language barrier going on as he was socially inept due to everything he went through.

 

Biting your lip, you rubbed your forearm, thinking about how stupid you were risking your life like that because you got emotional seeing a test subject that looked like Bosch.

 

“I saw the test subject you were eying at.” Ed said bluntly.

 

You looked at him, but he continued staring at the lights.

 

“Your friend… his name was Bosch, right?” Ed asked.

 

“Yes, that was his name.” You confirmed.

 

“So Bosch was experimented on, and JP is the one who killed him?” Ed asked.

 

Fighting off tears and the lump in your throat, you said, “Yes.”

 

“I see.” Ed said, looking down.

 

You sighed and took a deep breath.

 

“Remember how we met?” It was now your turn to ask a series of questions.

 

He nodded.

 

“When I heard that name, Neo Shadaloo, I was thinking… maybe if I got close to the leader, I could find a faster way to get to Bosch after he got kidnapped as well. Then… I ran into someone who was the exact opposite of who I was imagining.” You confessed.

 

“He is… brash, a bit rude sometimes, tried to push me away several times, but he is nice. He saved a bunch of people he hardly knew, and was raised by a good parent in my eyes. He even encouraged me to keep fighting even though I felt like I lost hope losing a friend, and I want him to keep fighting too. I don’t want him to stop fighting or be angry because I decided to be stupid and almost got killed. But… I know he’s angry at me, so… I can’t blame him.” Your voice broke a little as you finished pouring your heart out to him.

 

The anticipation was killing you for the response you were going to get.

 

“…I’m not angry at you.” Ed said, looking like he’s about to break.

 

“…”

 

“I’m angry at myself!” He yelled. “I could’ve been saving you from getting killed by those guys, and you almost bled out in my arms!” He got up from his seat and walked away from you a bit.

 

You got up to follow and stopped halfway to give him time and space, remembering Falke’s advice.

 

He clenched his fists before undoing them.

 

He sighed in defeat.

 

“The fact that I still let you get hurt like that and I was the one who put you in danger like that… I should not have done that.”

 

“Ed…” You started.

 

“No! Stop trying to blame yourself, you were trying to help, it’s just…”

 

“Ed!” You got closer and he went away from you.

 

“No… I just…” His voice was breaking. “Even after all this time I’m letting my damn emotions control me. I’m still the same pathetic kid… hell… I never was a kid… I want to help people the same way I ended up getting help… but I made things so damn worse…” 

 

You couldn’t take any more of seeing Ed so depressed so you threw yourself at him and hugged him from behind.

 

This finally got him to break down and you both slowly collapsed on the ground, with you still hugging him.

…

After some time and you soothing him with your words, you were both back to sitting next to each other, with you holding Ed’s hand for his own support.

 

“I’m sorry for not thinking clearly.” You apologized, leaning your head on Ed’s shoulder.

 

“It’s not your fault.” Ed reassured. “It’s mostly mine.”

 

“The unpredictable happens beyond our control, Ed. So, no, it’s not your fault. I have no problems arguing about this.” You lightly joked. “After all, I always bounced back from the worst.”

 

He scoffed at you which you took as a good sign that he’s slowly feeling better.

 

“Cripes… you’re truly something else. No wonder I-“ Ed stopped himself from saying what he was truly going to say and saved himself by saying, “I became buddies with you.”

 

You laughed softly. “I’m your “buddy” now, huh?”

 

“Don’t get smug about it.” Ed bit back.

 

“Okay, I’ll stop, don’t want to get the cold shoulder treatment.” You joked again.

 

Ed laughed and you started laughing.

 

You both looked at each other and looked down at your hands still being intertwined.

 

Here, Ed would normally look away all embarrassed after holding your hand for too long and snatch his hand away, but he is not doing that this time. Not after almost losing you like that. 

 

“I gotta tell you something else.” Ed said.

 

“Hmm?”

 

“I… I uh… crap. I don’t know how to say it.” Ed said, blushing.

 

“Oh… I see.” You thought to yourself. You let Ed try and let his feelings out like he did so earlier.

 

“I… love…” Ed tried again.

 

You smiled lovingly at him.

 

“Stop looking at me like that, you’re making it harder.” Ed said, his face now redder.

You saved him more of the embarrassment by kissing his cheek.

 

“It’s okay, Eddy. I love you too.” You confessed.

 

“Tch, of course you’d beat me to it.” Ed tried to hide his embarrassment from you.

 

“Didn’t realize it was a competition.” You joked as you pressed your scarred cheek against his, making him smile, until you felt it drop again and he pulled away from you, making you craving the touch again. 

 

Ed was eyeing at your facial scarring and he let go of your hand to touch the scars.

 

“Ed… really, I’m okay, for real this time.” You reassured, holding his hand against your cheek.

 

“I know.” Ed simply said before he kissed your scars. 

 

You both decided to take a breather after another month since you still need to be 100%.

 

Thankfully, a nice bar with a pool table with Ed’s friends and found family is enough to get you both closer together during your recovery.

 

Ed also planned another meetup at that construction site once you were fully healed, as he had bought some of your favorite chocolate alongside a love note, as he was never good with saying his thoughts out loud.

He’ll always be waiting for you, just like before.

End notes: Well would you look at that! I decided to post a full fanfic this time! I hope all of you Ed fangirls (and fanboys) enjoyed this because I enjoyed it a lot. This is only the tip of the iceberg of my Ed brainrot, lol.

[sungbeam]

JACOB BAE BF HEADCANONS—!

jacob bae x gn!reader

0.9k words, fluff hehe, bulletpoints, barely proofread lol

a/n: we knew this was coming, everyone. don't act too surprised now õ_ó lmao thank u @justalildumpling for reminding me how to write bulletpoint hcs 🤡😭

jacob bae, boyfriend material™, my beloved sweet canadian angel boy—(bear with me 💀)

acts of service!

my reasoning behind this is incredibly justified okay 😩 if u haven't seen the picture of his response to a deobi about what he's looking for in a partner, he basically said for one of them that he'd like to be the one taking care of them instead of the other way around

completely justified; very jacob bae of him

this man would literally never let you lift a finger when you're with him. he would always insist on driving you places so you wouldn't have to take public transport by yourself, or he would def take time out of his day to go with you on public transport. if you had to, say, take the metro alone, he would facetime or call you the entire time so you weren't truly alone and someone knew where you were in case of an emergency

he'd probably even share his earbuds with you while sitting together so u could listen to the same music (communicating without words (´Д⊂ヽ)

you can def expect him to be cooking dinner for the two of you, even after a long day. all he wants is to make sure you know you are loved and that you feel loved. he's not blind to the purple eye bags beneath your eyes, and even though he's tired, he knows you'd do the same for him

when he stays up late for you, you wake up early to prepare things for him in the morning

quality time!

if you don't live together, he would call you while studying or working so he can still be in your presence somehow. he's kind of quiet most of the time, but it's just cuz he's a great listener and wants to hear what you have to say instead.

we know that the poor thing is kind of a scaredy cat, so when the two of you are watching movies and he gets scared, he clings onto you and hides his face in your shoulder or your neck ><

when the two of you first started dating, he would try to pretend like he wasn't scared, but then when you noticed him curl up around a pillow or raise his blanket a little higher, you moved closer and let him hold onto you instead

can you imagine daily walks with him? maybe like taking the time each week in the evenings to hold hands and take a stroll through the park?

maybe you'd both scout out places for a picnic, and the two of you would giggle as you spread out the blanket and laid on top of each other beneath the shade of an oak tree, and he would have brought his guitar

SPEAKING OF HIS GUITAR!! (we all knew this was coming pls) when you expressed wanting to learn, he would be super excited to teach you

you're sitting between his legs or on his lap on the couch in his apartment, and he's just got his hands over yours as he shows you the right fingerings and patterns for certain chords

man likes to praise you and let you know you're doing a good job; has his chin settled on your shoulder and his mouth close to your ear as he murmurs "you're a natural at this, babe"

SOCJOSKC OH NO CAN U IMAGINE HIM PLAYING THE ELECTRIC GUITAR PART FROM MARIA, MARIA BY SANTANA 😭 (devastated </3)

late night drives with him: it's like 2am and neither of you can sleep, so he takes you out to drive around the neighborhood, then stops in an empty parking lot to sit together and quietly talk about life, love, and each other. it's very romantic and soft, just as he is, and he just holds your hand while he drives, his thumb running gently over your knuckles to assure you he's listening

misc! 😋

when you don't kiss him goodbye or good night he's just 🧍🏻‍♂️ with this little pout on his face like HUH.

would actually share his cereal with you; it's his love language

he may be an angel or whatever, but that just means he gets away with stuff easier !! i think it was implied somewhere that he plays pranks on people, and i can def see him hiding your car keys somewhere and giving you that angelic look like "it wasn't me" "cobie, i can see my keychain sticking out of your pocket" "you can have it back if you give me a kiss then"

OKAY. I'VE HELD BACK FOR THIS LONG BUT WE HAVE TO ADDRESS THE NEWSHOT PICS OF HIM HE'S SO BOYFRIEND IN THOSE HOW COULD I NOT?

in your first apartment together, you guys don't have a lot of furniture yet, so he sets up his laptop and gaming stuff on a couple moving boxes and coke cans 💀 but he's like "baby, my hair is getting in my eyes!!" while he's gaming and you come to his aid and tie his hair back or clip it back with one of your hair barrettes hehe

at pool parties with the other boyz, he goes shirtless (ofc) and every time he wraps his arm around you, you have a heart attack (as you should)

when beach volleyball starts up in the pool, the two of you end up on opposite teams and it's like the only time everyone sees the two of you so competitive, but it's only cuz you're both pretty good 🥴

but as soon as kyunyu challenge everyone to a chicken fight in the pool, you're both back in the other's good graces and you hop on top of jacob's shoulders to absolutely destroy everyone

a/n: lmk who u wanna see next! might end up doing kev or kyu next tho tbh lol

tbz m.list

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[sebbianas]

I kinda wanna see James reactions to Regulus' other films....

Like maybe there were some particular kissing scenes..... 👀👀👀

gotchu fam

James knows its pathetic. He knows this isn’t the best way to move on from his incredibly beautiful and talented ex (it’s not like he’s actually trying to move on anyway). He knows it’s not healthy to obsessively follow his ex’s career and secretly support all his films and shows. He can’t help it, its like it’s ingrained in him to be Regulus’ number 1 fan and cheerleader. He’s not James if he’s not supporting Regulus.

So, here he is, watching Regulus’ 3rd film ever. Alone. James thought about inviting his best friends but he didn’t really want to watch this particular film with them. This film, Flowers for the Living, is Regulus’ first ever romantic film and the trailer showed scenes of him being intimate with his female co-star. James wasnt sure how he’ll react to the film so he didn’t want to watch it with anyone.

James was sitting at the back of the cinema so he could be out of everyone’s sight and would be free enough to react however he wants. When the lights finally dimmed and the movie started, he couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. What was he going to see?

The story was easy enough to follow. Regulus’ character, Jean, was a nurse who frequently buys flowers for all the patients who’s bedside table are empty. He never lets them know its from him though, just leaves the flowers while they sleep and then act like he has never seen the flowers when they ask about it. His love interest, Lola, was one of the patients relative that Jean gave a flower to which lead to them becoming close.

Watching the characters become close and fall in love made James’ chest feel tight. Regulus’ expression while he pretends to fall in love are different, of course they are, but every time he stares at his co-star all James could think about is the way Regulus watches him when he plays songs for him. Memories of how they were before kept playing in his head.

James couldn’t feel the character’s love story because he knows how Regulus loves and its nothing like how it was in the film.

Even though the whole movie was making James queasy he didn’t want to leave, he wanted to finish the film. He wanted to be able to tell Regulus he watched all his film and supported him when they finally talk again.

That was until the scene.

It started simple. Jean and Lola were watching the sunset, Lola’s sister’s health was getting worse and Jean, who’s shift just ended, went to comfort Lola as best as he could. He brought her to the roof so they would watch the sunset and catch a moment of peace. Lola was thanking him for all he has done for her and her sister, she then ask if she could give him something in return. When Jean replied yes, she leaned in to kiss him.

James felt his world stop.

Regulus is an actor. He was a great one at that. Of course he’ll have scene where he kisses other people. He’ll have scene where it could be intense, scenes where it could lead to sex. It was part of the job, it was part of his career. And yet, James felt so betrayed watching him kiss someone else.

James doesn’t know why its betrayal he feels. It should be jealousy or possessiveness or even misplaced rage but it should never be betrayal.

And then Regulus caresses his co-star’s cheek with his point finger’s knuckle before pulling her in to kiss once more. Then James realizes why he felt betrayed.

That was how Regulus used to kiss him. Regulus and his obsession with tracing every feature in James’ face with his finger. Regulus and his thumb that caresses James’ cheeks before pulling him for an intense kiss.

Not caring about being seen or causing a scene, James stood up and left the cinema. The film probably has a good hour or so left but he’ll be damned if he stays to watch that.

In his mind, he’s the only one Regulus would ever kiss with so much love and affection ever again.

[violetsareblue-selfships]

Exclusive

Ship: Acheron x April | Word Count: 812 | Warnings/Tags: Nudity (nothing explicit in this - it's after that), confessions hehe

A/N: heh, i've been really wanting to post this so here! <3 hiding utc bc of how this begins (again it's not nsfw but like it implies what happened if that makes sense lol) (again I'm probably too cautious but ehh *shrugs*) 💜

Gentle hands pull Acheron closer until she's settled against April's warm body, her head pillowed against her breasts. Her own chest still rises and falls rapidly, sweat shining on her skin in the moonlight streaming through the window.

Her muscles ache pleasantly, a reminder of the exertion that brought them both so much bliss. It'd be so easy to fall asleep as she's done the countless nights they've shared like this, but not yet. Not until they've cleaned up and are cuddled up properly under the sheets. Though April's warm and soft…

Her eyes flutter open as fingers gently comb through her hair, and Acheron has to swallow down her feelings at the softness on the other girl's face. She tries to look away but finds that she can't, despite the warmth creeping up her neck at how April's looking at her like she's the most precious person in the world to her.

Acheron's used to her being softer after they've hooked up, but nothing to this degree. Nothing that makes her feel like there's something more to this. She doesn't even know if she wants that. The concept of more, of something romantic, scares her. Every time they part, she's always worried that will be the moment that April will forget about her.

It's already such a rare thing that they've met on as many planets as they have in such a short time. She'd almost believe that the universe is pushing them together, but that's crazy… Isn't it?

Despite the fear, though, there's a part of her that yearns for what could be. They'd be happy together, she knows it. And the idea of April with anyone else makes her stomach swirl. Her hand grasps April's at the thought, which only makes the brunette look at her even softer.

"Acheron…?" Despite herself, Acheron shivers at the sound of her name from April's lips. It always sounds prettier when she says it, no matter whether calling out happily when April spots her in a crowd or cried out during their intimate moments.

"Mm?"

An unsure look flickers over April's face. "…have you ever wanted more than what we have?"

Acheron blinks. Can she read my mind? The thought flickers in her head briefly. She gives a slight nod, but it doesn't seem that April's noticed, not when she's started rambling.

"I mean, I like what we have - I like being with you like this, but…" April looks to the side, a faint blush on her face. "I care about you so much. My first thought each time we come to a new planet is about whether I'll run into you there. I haven't even considered looking at someone else since I met you, and if anyone asked, I'd turn them down immediately."

Each word has Acheron's heart fluttering more, and she's seconds away from interrupting April's rambling. To know that her feelings are returned to such an extent… well, her fears haven't vanished, not really, but she doesn't want to let this chance go to waste.

"In a way, I'm already yours, no matter what your answer is--"

That does it. Acheron can't stay silent any longer. "I have," She says, her voice loud enough to cut April off. Seeing the hope in her eyes only convinces her to repeat herself. "I have wanted more. I do want more." Acheron swallows against the lump forming in her throat. "I want you, April."

April's eyes water and she lets out a shaky breath. "Really? You want to be my girlfriend? Officially?"

Acheron's eyes soften, and she rubs her thumb against April's knuckles. "Mhm."

The next thing she registers is the familiar warmth of April's lips against hers, and she hums into the kiss, wrapping her arms around her new girlfriend. The kiss is one of the sweetest ones they've had. No urgency, no hunger. Just warmth and the feeling of belonging.

April presses her forehead against Acheron's when she pulls back, and her eyes are sparkling. It's enough to steal Acheron's breath away. "Good. I mean, we've been technically going on dates this whole time, huh?" April says and Acheron chuckles.

"Yeah, I guess we have." Aeons, Acheron cares for her so much. "Maybe we should make the next one more purposeful. You're still in town for a few more days, right?"

"Mhm."

"Then tomorrow, we'll go to dinner. The locals keep talking about this one restaurant - sounds like it's a pretty good one."

"I'd like that," April says, unable to keep the smile from her face. "But for now… let's go get cleaned up and ready for bed."

Acheron groans softly at the idea of moving, but she pulls herself out of bed and gently helps April to her feet. The two of them head into the bathroom, both looking forward to their first night cuddling as proper girlfriends.

[wannaeatramyeon]

i just saw that you are biased towards vasco tabasco as well 👀👀👀👀 i beg for anything, i have read all the fics on this app twice and im getting withdrawals from my bit tit himbo 😭

Tell me who isn't biased towards our baby Tabasco and I'll fight them!!

Ty for the ask! I just love Vasco so much. He's THE ride or die and has always treated little Daniel so kindly from the start.

He doesn't always get it right but he tries and he learns and his heart is in the right place 😭😭

I feel like there's just SO much I want to read and know about Vasco. HC, x reader, drabbles, novels. But here you go anon, take some wordvom instead

Vasco Headcannons

The Burn Knuckles said they started the gang just cos they like him. Vasco was probably just shouting about protecting people and being all pure then attracting all these macho dudes that were going down the wrong path. He has a sense of justice that is just... Irrefutable. The kind that kids have before they grow up and get cynical and corrupted and he reminds them of a simpler time.

Also he's strong af so if you don't want to die, you come around to his view pretty quickly.

Damon Goh the rubber ducky guy hid away his ducks until Vasco saw them one day and was like 'omg!! These are so cute!!' with his typical heart eyes and asked for one. Since then, Damon just unapologetically carries them around.

No idea Leonn Lee is a girl. Doesnt care if she is, Burn Knuckles membership is open to all.

Doesn't know there's a tool council, thought it was something for architect class. Never made the connection with the Tool nicknames either.

Unapologetic crier. You've seen his tears. Encourages Burn Knuckles to show their emotions. They hold therapy sessions like a confessional but apart from Jace - Vasco and the rest of the gang share 1 braincell so no good can come from this.

Makes friends everywhere he goes. We've seen Vasco make his own crew out of the Homeless, and that's just how he is. He's made friends with BEARS like cmon.

Not that great with names or faces though, and he's just a general clown so he doesn't actually remember a lot of people.

Has a rather childlike and innocent view of the world with justice and lookism. It used to be pretty black and white but he learns and is understanding of the shades of grey pretty quickly. Let's be real, if Vasco was leader of the world - we would all be a lot better off.

Toxic masculinity who? Gender roles what? Zero interest in subscribing to men can't do this or women shouldn't do that. Will be the best provider or househusband ever, whatever makes his partner happy!

Daniel or Jay busy or out of town? If Vasco is available, he will be looking after Enu or Jays puppies. This is absolutely non negotiable. He always gets first dibs.

Seen and heard enough about Vin Jin to think there's no redeeming features with this guy. Although Vasco might be the only person that thinks his rap is pretty good lol

Very little sense of self awareness and decorum around girls. Not really sure where he's going wrong until Jay spruced him up and his post-date download with Jace.

Says he's married to the Burn Knuckles and he's talked less about finding a partner since then. In all honesty he finds the dressing up and the flowery words exhausting. He just wants to find someone that loves him for him, BNC uniform and all :(

And this is the perfect segue into...

Vasco x Reader headcannons

Vasco is the ultimate friends to lover trope. He needs to get to know you first and your personality before he can begin to develops feelings for you. Your morals aligning with his is a must.

Doesn't think too hard on confessing if he likes you. He's a straight forward guy. Main obstacle is Jace giving him terrible advice based on trashy romcoms.

Only Jace (occasionally) or family call him Euntae. Will be so flustered if you do.

He is 100% innocent your honour!!! You likely need to take the initiative in the relationship. He's a romantic at heart but doesn't know how to express himself and is worried about being too foward. First hand hold? First embrace? First kiss? Gonna be all you.

Gets more relaxed the longer you date. Once he's more confident of your comfort levels and knowing that he can be himself around you, will initiate a lot more.

Not a huge fan of PDA but loves holding hands and holding you. It just feels right with you in his arms.

Vasco would naturally be the big spoon, but omg if you were the big spoon? He has never felt so protected and loved and will absolutely melt.

Huge fan of couples outfits. Not the cool ones, the cheesier the better. "If found return to Y/N" "I'm Y/N". And tbh Zack is sick with jealousy that him and Mira don't do that.

Still has an old fashioned sense of chivalry where he wouldn't want you to fight even if you could. After seeing you fight a few times though, he reluctantly let's you get on with things. Will try to step in where possible, but more that he doesn't want to see you get hurt.

Loves the novelty of classic dates at first, especially after seeing and reading about it all so much. Fancy 3 course meals, grabbing a coffee together.

After a while though, would prefer to just have more meaningful dates and take you to his favourite places. Even if it's that Fish Soup place lol, but you don't mind cos you can see how happy he is and being with Vasco is enough.

Expect good morning texts, good night video calls and everything in between! This man isn't afraid of the double or triple text. There's a lot of "I can't wait to see you!" and "I miss you!!" and just random ones like "I tried to buy milk but forgot my wallet lol"

As long as it's not against his morals, he will do A N Y T H I N G for you. Tired? Foot massage. Craving at 3am? Let me run right out. Prefer him clean shaven? Hold on I'll get the razor. He loves you so so much and it shows!

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Kevaaron as Exile lyrics by Taylor Swift

Kevin left Aaron when he went pro, putting Exy above all, as it was the only thing he knew he could always rely on

And it took you five whole minutes

To pack us up and leave me with it

Aaron stood alone in the hallway of the house in Columbia at the end of summer, looking after Kevin, not daring to admit he fell in love with the man that just left him

Holdin' all this love out here in the hall

Aaron realized everyone abandones him eventually

I think I've seen this film before

And I didn't like the ending

You're not my homeland anymore

After Andrew and Neil began Aaron started spending more and more time with Kevin, they had each other’s back, learning how to leave their past behind, but now Kevon was leaving him behind

So what am I defending now?

You were my town

Now I'm in exile, seein' you out

Aaron going to one of Kevin’s pro games because all the Foxes wanted to support him. Not long ago the media leaked photos of Kevin and one of his new teammates, insinuating a romantic relationship between the two. Aaron was jealous, and Kevin could read it all over his face, he was surprised Aaron believed the rumors to be true and his reaction to them to be so evident

I can see you starin', honey

Like he's just your understudy

Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me (Aaron was not above throwing punches for Kevin, he was angry and petty enough)

Thoughout college they kept falling out but always kept coming back to each other, their strong personalities tearing them apart and bringing them togheter at the same time. But this time it didn’t feel like they would find their way back:

Second, third, and hundredth chances

Balancin' on breaking branches

Every time they made eye contact Aaron’s heart kept breaking further, those dammed green eyes

Those eyes add insult to injury

Kevin asked Aaron what was wrong after the game, telling him she should know better than show that kind of a reaction. Aaron was furious

I'm not your problem anymore

So who am I offending now?

Kevin regreted the choice of leaving Aaron as soon as he left the house in Columbia, but his pride and his career were stopping him from admitting it. But he knew deep down that he felt incomplete without someone to share his accomplishments with, someone who cheered on him silently, always, someone who was Aaron

You were my crown

Now I'm in exile, seein' you out

Aaron knew every fight between them lead to either more screaming or tensionate hook ups, and he couldn’t handle any of that right now

I think I've seen this film before

So I'm leavin' out the side door

But Kevin wouldn’t let him leave. He was always a weak man, especially for Aaron Minyard, he just wanted a few more minutes with him

So step right out, there is no amount

Of crying I can do for you

They were never the emotional type. Their relationship never based on affectionate reassurance, they were always one step from falling apart

All this time

We always walked a very thin line

Aaron was furious that Kevin never listened to his quite attempts to show his attachment, his silent begs for Kevin to stay

You didn't even hear me out (you didn't even hear me out)

He was angry because he thought they had something, regardless of how much he knew Kevin loved Exy, he didn’t want to believe he would just toss Aaron aside so easily

You never gave a warning sign

But Kevin was always straightforward about how he wanted his future to be, Aaron should have known that he would end up putting his career first

I gave so many signs

But also Kevin never began to understand the depth of Aaron’s feelings, how his departure would actually impact him. He didn’t think Aaron tried to make him stay

I never learned to read your mind

But Aaron did. Every moment spent with Kevin was a silent prayer that Kevin could see that they meant something

never learned to read my mind

Kevin couldn’t change the trajectory of his entire future because of a college fling

I couldn't turn things around

Aaron was bitter, always knowing deep down that Kevin’s obsession with Exy was a priority, and that wouldn’t change

you never turned things around

But maybe if Aaron made his intentions more clear, his feelings, Kevin could have put some other things into consideration. But in his eyes Aaron was mostly detached, he didn’t think it would affect him this much

'Cause you never gave a warning sign

Aaron did try to show it, in his own way. Maybe it wasn’t enough but it wasn’t easy on him to project his feelings. But he thought Kevin knew. He always heard him without words. He must’ve seen the heartbreak on his face on their last day. But Kevin turned his back on him

I gave so many signs

So many signs, so many signs

You didn't even see the signs