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noraszoo · 6 months
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"Ranpo. I'm falling asleep, man."
Your complaints are met with Ranpo's own disgruntled mumbles pressed into the damp skin of your neck. "Don't call me man. I'm trying to kiss you and that's what I get?"
"Trying to kiss me while I'm trying to sleep. Can you wait for the morning?"
Apparently, he can't, because he stays in his position on top of you. Every line of his body is pressed into yours as his arms stay wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you in and keeping you locked. You don't hate this, truthfully, but you are falling asleep. The only thing keeping you awake is your annoying partner who you love but also want to kick out of the bed for the night.
Ranpo trails innocent open-mouthed kisses along the soft part beneath your jawline before moving up to the corner of your mouth. He sighs a content little hum into your skin and you have to fight back a shiver. He's awfully good at this. You know he's not trying to do any more than kissing—he never does when you're both bone tired and swaddled in bed—but his incessant gestures are inching you more and more to full consciousness and you really need to get a full seven hours of sleep tonight.
"I need it," he tells you, earnest in the way he always is when the exhaustion starts to make his clever brain fuzzy. He's always a little more mushy with you past eleven PM, words and thoughts and actions slurring into one barely cohesive jumble. "Just a little. Won’t you do it for me? 'Cause you love me 'nd all."
He needs it. Good god. He’s gonna kill you with that one day.
Whatever smart response bubbling on your tongue immediately fizzes out when he covers your lips with his own. Hot and slow breaths puff between the both of you as he moves his mouth against yours in slow, pliant motions. You're far too weak for him and far too awake now, so you let him take you apart just for a moment, just to take the edge off his spontaneous neediness.
"Yeah, sure. Love you and whatever," you manage to squeeze out between his perpetual line of kisses, now spanning across your lips and to your cheek and the spot right beneath your eye, close enough to let you feel the way his soft breaths flutter against your eyelashes.
"One more," he tells you—but it's more like he's telling himself. Like a goal, a promise, a self-fulfilled prophecy. "Just one. M'kay? Then you can fall asleep all early like you're a senior citizen."
"This senior citizen is letting you kiss them, baby. Don't complain."
And, oh, isn't it such a delight, hearing the way his breaths turn shaky for just a second after the nickname leaves your mouth. Every time you call him baby he goes shaky and bashful, too embarrassed to say anything smart. It’s his weak point and you’re too addicted to be good about it.
“If you wake me up early,” you tell him, finally able to pry his face away from yours with the help of a firm hand cupping his cheek, “I’ll make you breakfast. And you can kiss me again. I’ll even walk to the store and get that good jam that you like.”
“You’re a good bargainer.”
“Comes with the job. Will you let me go to bed now?”
He makes a contemplative noise, a hum that buzzes through your fingertips from where you hold his face. “I said one more, right?”
Indeed he did. With a sigh, you let him press a big stupid kiss on your lips, complete with an obnoxiously loud mwah! sound effect from him that you roll your eyes at. What a man-child.
(You still walk to the store for him in the morning. You’re weak at heart, really.)
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saetoshi · 1 year
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sae, surprisingly, is very fond of sleeping in.
it’s the reason he always clings to you when you sit up to get out of bed.
it is also the reason you’re late for your morning class.
“sae.” you frown, “let go.”
he groans, tightening his grip around your waist.
“sae.” you sigh, “i need to get ready.”
he blearily opens his eyes to glare up at you. “jus’ stay.”
“i can’t,” you try to wriggle out of his arms, “and you can’t, either.”
he makes a face.
“you’re gonna be late for practice.”
“‘s our day off.” he shifts closer to you.
“sae,” you whine, “i have class.”
“no.”
“what do you mean no?” you bury your face in your hands.
“i mean,” he lifts his head up to squint at you, “just don’t go.”
you stare at him. he stares (he’s still squinting) back.
you huff, “you’re a horrible influence.”
“you knew that before we started dating,” he yawns, “you don’t get to complain.”
“you do this every time you don’t have practice.”
“i don’t force you to stay,” he trails off.
there’s a beat of silence. sae’s breathing evens out as his eyes close, soft snores leaving his lips.
you look at him. he doesn’t move. you slowly remove his arms from your waist, careful to not wake him up.
you’ve got one leg out of bed before you’re yanked back.
“sae!” you groan.
“where’re you going?” he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against him.
you try to pry him off, “i thought you were sleeping!”
“you were gonna leave me while i slept?” he clicks his tongue.
“and people say i’m the mean one.” you can hear the shit-eating grin on his face.
“you’re meaner than me!” you laugh.
he doesn’t say anything. (not that he could defend himself even if he wanted to.) you would’ve thought he fell asleep again if he hadn’t tightened his grip around you when you tried scooting off the bed.
you fondly shake your head when you hear his muffled laughter and feel his arms shaking.
“stop trying to leave.” he sits up, resting his head on your shoulder.
“you’re already late anyway,” you can feel his smile against your skin, “might as well just stay here with me.”
you roll your eyes. he had a point. you are late, and even if you hurried to get changed you’d still arrive at class around the time it’s ended. (you’re not telling him, though. his head is big enough as is.)
“i guess i could stay,” you sigh, “i’ll just ask someone for the lecture notes.”
as soon as those words leave your lips sae flops back on the bed, pulling you along with him.
“you’re the stubbornest person i’ve ever met,” he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck.
“shut up, you’re worse,” you yawn.
there’s a beat of silence.
“just go sleep already,” he huffs, “i’ve been awake long enough trying to get you to stay.”
“don’t expect this to happen again,” your eyes droop.
“you always say that,” he hums, his eyes drifting closed and a yawn leaving his lips, “yet you stay.”
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sirkuwibs · 3 months
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Eddsworld phase hit me once again, real hard
And who did I draw? Tord, of course it was Tord
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steddierthings · 1 year
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(one shot/standalone)
(cw: some body horror imagery. No actual body horror. Steve’s just learning how to have abstract thoughts. It freaks him out. Rated M.)
———
Steve thinks there’s something wrong with him.
He’s a pretty normal guy, he figures. Sure his life the past few years hasn’t been normal, what with the monster fighting and the torture and the traveling to other dimensions, but outside of that, he’s just some dude.
And as a normal guy, as just some dude, he figures he feels and thinks pretty normal things. He sees a cool movie, he thinks, “cool.” He sees a pretty girl, he thinks, “pretty.” When he was with Nancy, he thought, “She makes me feel good and I want to be around her all the time and I want to kiss her and I want to have sex with her.” Simple. Normal.
But now that he’s with Eddie, his thoughts are the farthest from simple, and don’t even live within the same realm as normal.
Instead of “he makes me feel good,” Steve thinks, “What if I could inject his smile into my veins?”
Instead of, “I want to be around him all the time,” he thinks, “what if I accidentally handcuff myself to his bed and swallow the key and somehow the cuff gets welded to the bedpost and melds into my skin and I can never leave his room and he has to stay with me always?”
Instead of, “I want to kiss him,” he thinks, “I wonder if I could suck all the air from his lungs into my lungs and return it so every breath we take is shared.”
Instead of, “I want to have sex with him,” he thinks, “I want to bathe in his come, I want go to sleep with his cock in my mouth, I want to wear dresses so he can fuck me at any moment of the day without even taking off my clothes.”
The first time his thoughts drifted from the realm of normal was after their third date. They’d spent the evening one town over at a bowling alley where they ate hot dogs, drank beer, and Eddie embarrassed the hell out of Steve performing the most ridiculous trick shots know to man, and scoring a total of 40 points in the process. Steve had been very pleased with his 170 while Eddie had heckled him for being the most boring bowler on the planet. Steve had never laughed so much on a date, been less worried about how he was acting, if he was being cool enough.
When Steve dropped Eddie off at home, they stood in the entryway of his and Wayne’s government-issued bungalow. Steve wanted to ask to stay over but they had agreed to take things slow, so they traded sweet, lazy kisses until Steve finally drew away.
“Tonight was…” Steve licked his lips, suddenly nervous. “It was the best night I’ve had in a long time. Maybe ever. I just,” he shook his head, struggled for the words. “Being around you is my favorite thing.”
Eddie stared at him, awed. “Steve,” he breathed, soft, wondering. “Baby.” Then he wrapped Steve up in his arms, held him almost tight enough to hurt. But Steve held him back just as hard, and the thought slipped into his mind, I want him to hug me so hard my body dissolves into his body. I want to live inside his blood stream. It startled him so much that he jolted back, almost unbalancing Eddie.
“Whoa, you okay there?”
Steve said he was and he kissed Eddie again so he didn’t worry, but then he hightailed it out of there, drove around until the feeling of Eddie’s arms around him dissipated and his body felt like his own again.
The thoughts don’t dissipate permanently, though. They’re not even thoughts, really, just images, impressions, muddy desires that invade his body whenever his…his emotion for Eddie overwhelms him. He never felt like this with Nancy, who he thought he’d been madly in love with. It scares him, a little. Makes him worry that maybe Vecna infected him somehow through the bats.
He brings the idea to Robin one day as they’re lounging on her bed listening to some of her old vinyls. “I think maybe I did get rabies from the bats, Rob.”
She lets out a loud groan, flings her arm over her eyes.
“Steve, you can’t do this to me during Joni Mitchell.”
“Should I have waited for Stevie Nicks?”
She drops her arm from her eyes, smacks him with it. “I’ll kill you. Tell me what’s going on.”
He doesn’t say anything right away, long enough so that she turns on her side to watch him, concerned.
“I’m just having all these weird thoughts,” he says slowly. “About Eddie.”
“Okay. What kind of weird thoughts?”
“I don’t even know how to describe. It’s like…I want to be around him all the time, which is normal, right?”
“Yeah, pretty normal.”
“But then, I don’t know, sometimes I get these urges to like, I don’t know, like I want to eat him or something, I like him so much. I don’t actually want to eat him,” he says quickly. “But everything I’m feeling is so strong, it’s like my body is vibrating with it and I need to do something to, to manifest it, or whatever.” He glances at her out of the corner of his eye, gauging her reaction. She doesn’t look disgusted. She looks…oddly fond. He adjusts so he’s facing her too. “Do you think I’ve been Vecna’d? Do you think I’m a freak?”
“No, I don’t think you’re a freak or that you’ve been Vecna’d.”
“Do you ever feel that way about Vickie?”
Robin thinks for a minute, then shakes her head. “No, not right now. Maybe one day.” She rocks forward, lays her forehead on his shoulder. “I do feel like that sometimes, though.”
“Oh yeah? About who?”
She pulls her head back just enough to give her room to bite at his shoulder, something she does frequently when they’re alone together. Steve always bites at her back, more a press of teeth to whatever body part is closest, which gives him a mouthful of hair when he does it now.
“About you, dingus. Sometimes I love you so much I want to take a bite out of you. Sometimes I really do want us to combine so we can be part of each other always.”
“Oh,” he says, and swallows around the lump that’s suddenly appeared in his throat. He feels it too. Without the underlying intensity that attraction brings to it with Eddie, so maybe that’s why he didn’t relate them to each other. “I—Me too, Rob.”
“Yeah, I know,” she says smugly. “So I don’t think you have rabies. I think you’re just in love.”
Steve’s eyes go wide. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.” she says, and they stare at each other until they both collapse with laughter.
That night, this new revelation burning inside his brain, Steve lies with Eddie on Eddie’s bed almost the same way he was with Robin earlier. Except now his mouth is slick with spit from making out and his shirt is hiked up from Eddie groping at him. They’re curled together chest to chest, Eddie’s leg slung over Steve’s thigh. His hand traces Steve’s lips, almost reverent. Out of nowhere, he huffs out a laugh. Steve laughs too, no idea what’s so funny.
“What is it?” His voice is quiet, the moment intense despite the laughter.
Eddie eyes him, contemplating. “You’re gonna think I’m weird.”
“You are weird.”
Eddie smiles. “Fair.” But he doesn’t elaborate. Steve bonks their foreheads together, a nudge.
“Come on, don’t leave me hanging.”
Eddie starts tracing his lips again where he’d paused. “It’s stupid, I just. I was thinking,” and he dips two fingers in and out of Steve’s mouth, lightning quick, a move that shoots straight to Steve’s dick. “I was thinking I wanted to stick my hand in your mouth and like, open it up so wide I could crawl inside you.”
Steve is silent long enough that Eddie winces, draws his hand away. “See, I told you, Weird.” Before he can pull back completely, Steve surges forward, wraps him up tight, kisses him long and hard enough that they’re both gasping. He revels in the way each breath they take pushes air into each other’s mouth. 
“Whoa,” Eddie says. “What was that for?” 
Steve smiles and kisses him again. Later, he’ll tell him all the weird things he’s thought since they’ve been together, all the ways he’s wanted to join their bodies that had nothing to do with sex. Later, he’ll tell him that he was scared of how intense everything was, then he’ll tell him how Eddie’s confession made the fear go away. Later, he’ll tell him that he’s in love with him and that Eddie’s it for him, always. 
But for now, they’re going to practice some of the more standard methods of getting inside each other’s bodies. 
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xenon-demon · 8 months
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I... have no idea what this is. No that's a lie I know exactly what this is, it's 2.6k of a Frozen AU with Steve as Elsa and Robin as Anna that I wrote in a fugue state after seeing a friend's production of Frozen: The Musical tonight. I have several WIPs I'm supposed to be working on and this is exactly none of them. Bone apple teeth. (Also I'm genuinely unsure if my usual crew of beloved enablers would even WANT to be tagged in this so... for now I'm not doing a taglist, and if I write any more of this AU I'll do one next time 😂)
“Steve!”
At the sound of his name, the Prince — now King, and boy is Robin going to take a while to get used to that — turns his head towards her. Seeing it's Robin, Steve gives his apologies to whatever noble he was talking to and steps away from their conversation. He makes his way over to Robin in just a few short strides, but his eyes flick back and forth between Robin and her new... well. She doesn't really want to think about what Eddie now is to her. In any case, she can already see a questioning frown start to brew on Steve's face, meaning this will be a much harder sell than she expected.
“Robin!” Steve exclaims, his gaze almost immediately sliding over to Eddie and giving him a once-over. He sounds markedly more subdued when he continues, “I see you've... made a friend.”
“Well, I wouldn't say a friend exactly!” Robin laughs, shrill and stilted, and gives Eddie's arm a pointed squeeze when he doesn't immediately join in. Getting the hint, Eddie finally starts laughing along. Hopefully Steve didn't notice her hinting, since she's had her arm wrapped around Eddie's since before she even called him over.
Steve raises an eyebrow at her, and shit does she need to keep this moving.
“This,” Robin announces, using the hand that's not around Eddie's arm to do a quick flourish in the direction of his face, “is Prince Edward of the Kingdom of Forest-Upon-Hills. We met at the ball tonight.”
“It's an absolute pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty,” says Eddie, trying his best to show the proper respect and bow as he does so. Robin's death grip on his arm prevents him from getting very far.
“Likewise,” Steve replies, sounding incredibly skeptical of this whole conversation. He then shoots Robin a look, which, rude, but also entirely warranted given what she's about to ask him.
Steeling herself, Robin begins to say, “Prince Edward and I-”
“Just Eddie is fine,” Eddie interrupts her, leaning in a little bit closer to her as he whispers. He's got terrible volume control, however, so she wouldn't know it was meant to be a whisper if she hadn't spent the past two hours talking to him.
“Not one for formalities, Prince Eddie?” Steve asks, the weight of his gaze finally leaving Robin's shoulders for a moment. God, she often wishes her brother was easier to read, but never as strongly as she does right now.
Eddie, meanwhile, straightens up so quickly it's like he's been electrocuted.
“Uh, not particularly, no. They grate on me,” Eddie says. He pauses for a moment, and Robin can see the deliberation on his face before he adds, “Your Majesty.”
“I'm not one for formalities either, Prince Eddie,” Steve says. His mouth twitches into a very small smile. “I prefer Steve.”
There's a pause, then, where Steve and Eddie are locked into some strange stare-down, while Robin looks on in vague exasperation. She's pretty sure she could strip naked and swing from the chandelier in the center of the ballroom and neither of them would take any notice of her. She's about to intervene, actually, because they really do not have time for whatever this is, when Eddie miraculously breaks the spell himself. He blinks a bit, looking away from Steve and back to Robin, face significantly more flushed than it was a minute ago.
“I believe you were saying something to K- to Steve, Princess?” Eddie asks, just about tripping over Steve's new title on instinct before catching himself.
Robin just barely restrains herself from rolling her eyes. She really is the bravest, most long-suffering warrior in all of Hawkins.
Putting her brave face back on, Robin turns to her brother and says, “Yes I was, thank you Eddie, I was saying that Prince Eddie and I-” and here she falters, because Steve looks back at her and meets her gaze. She swallows, trying to be subtle, and looks very pointedly at Steve's forehead instead of his eyes. She can't do this if she's looking him in the eye.
She takes another half second to compose herself, then rips the band-aid off.
“Prince Eddie and I seek your blessing for our marriage.”
“Excuse me?” Steve says, more like demands, almost choking on nothing. Robin's never seen her brother this off-kilter in her life. He doesn't even try to compose himself at  all before he says, “Robin, can I speak to you for a moment? Alone?”
Robin swallows guiltily, knowing he'll see straight through her if she agrees.
“No. Anything you want to say to me, you can say to both of us,” Robin says, and how her voice stays steady, she doesn't even know. It probably helps that she's still not looking Steve in the eye.
“Robin- I don't-” Steve interrupts himself to run his gloved hands down his face. He pauses for a moment, face completely covered by his hands, and takes a deep sigh. When he removes his hands and starts speaking again, his voice is measured. Calm. Deadly.
“Rob, you can't marry a man you just met,” Steve states. The word man falls heavy off his tongue, and Robin knew she would regret coming out as a lesbian, she just didn't think it would be like this. Squaring herself up for the best performance of her life, Robin begins her improvised speech full of bullshit to convince her brother to let her do this.
Before she can, however, Eddie chimes in with, "You can if it's true love." Steve doesn't even spare Eddie a glance, but his frown does deepen significantly. Shit.
“Steve,” Robin begins, trying very hard to stay calm, “Eddie and I have a connection unlike any I've ever felt before. I lo-love him”—shit, she could feel the bile rising in the back of her throat saying that, and judging by the almost-imperceptible twitch in Steve's eye, he knows too—“and I think it's time I start giving back to the Kingdom of Hawkins.”
“Giving back?” Steve asks, and fuck he's folding his arms across his chest now. “How exactly is this giving back to the kingdom? What you're doing is running headfirst into the first bad decision you can find.”
”I'm a bad decision?” Eddie asks. Both Robin and Steve ignore him.
“No, Steve, I'm giving back by giving the kingdom a new celebration to look forward to after your coronation,” Robin hisses. “A royal wedding is another opportunity to open the castle gates and bring the kingdom together-”
“Absolutely not,” Steve snaps, interrupting her. “We are not opening up the castle gates again for a long time.”
“Why not, Steve?” Robin snaps back. “Tonight's been great for the kingdom's morale, it's been great for you to see people and actually socialize-”
“You have no idea what's good for me, Robin,” Steve says, making her stop dead. It hurts, hearing Steve say that like it's obvious and she's stupid for not knowing it already. What hurts more is that it’s true.
Once it's clear Robin won't keep talking, Steve continues, “You asked for my blessing, and I do not give it. I don't approve of this, and if you're doing this in some misguided attempt to make me happy- quite frankly you've gone insane if you think this would make me happy.”
With that, he turns to walk away.
Okay, sure, she has no idea what Steve's whole deal is or why he's always shutting her out, but Robin is sure she knows what will help.
Sure, part of this crazy scheme is the vague idea that if Robin has a picture-perfect capable-of-bearing-children partnership, then Steve will be under less pressure himself to marry someone who can produce an heir. Maybe, with less scrutiny on his personal choices, he'll learn to relax and open up more over time. That idea falls apart pretty quickly, however, as the thought of producing an heir with a man - even one as fun to talk to as Eddie - makes her want to gouge her own eyes out. No, the real reasoning behind Robin's (admittedly insane) plan to marry someone she met two hours ago at her brother's coronation is so she has an ironclad reason for Steve to open the gates again. Sure, ideally it would've been a woman who caught her eye tonight, but she can't be picky. Robin doesn't meet anyone, especially with the castle locked up like it always is, and she has yet to think of something other than a wedding that would convince Steve to open the gates. Then Eddie came along, laughing and flirting (she thinks, at least; Robin's tried to black that part out) and professing his undying true love to her, and this was the best opportunity she was ever going to get.
And she has to convince her brother to open the gates again. Steve's been thriving tonight. He clearly loves the thrum of people, all of them dancing and laughing and enjoying themselves, and he's slowly coming out of his shell with every conversation he has with their subjects. Robin's spent more time talking to her brother tonight than she has in a long, long time. Too long for her to try to quantify it without crying.
Watching her brother turn away from her, the promise of a relationship with him going forward about to slip through her fingers, she knows she has to do something.
“Steve, wait-” Robin says, reaching out for Steve. She grabs him by the hand, feeling the soft cotton of the white gloves he always, always wears.
“Enough, Robin,” Steve says, not even looking back as he yanks his hand out of her grip. She's trying to hold on, though, so she's left holding his glove as Steve pulls his now-bare hand away from her. God, how upsetting is it that it's been years since she saw the back of her own brother's hands?
Steve swears, then, under his breath. Robin almost doesn't hear it; almost.
“Robin, give me my glove.” Steve's not asking; he's demanding. Robin can work with this.
“Not unless you talk to me about why you won't open the gates. Look at how tonight went, it's been so good for you-”
“This isn't up for debate, Robin, give me my glove,” and Steve reaches for it then, but Robin quickly holds the glove up high above her head before he can grab it.
“Why isn't it up for debate? Why do you isolate yourself all the time?” Robin's almost dancing now, twisting and turning as she tries to keep the glove away from Steve's grabbing hands. It doesn't help that he's taller than her, but she's more agile than people think, especially since Steve's in full coronation regalia right now. The material's stiff as a board at the best of times.
“You wouldn't understand, just give me the- ugh!” Steve's stopped trying to grab the glove, instead trying to restrain her and make it easier to grab.
“Maybe I would understand if you'd talk to me instead of shutting me out all the time-” Steve's almost got her in a headlock, but Robin ducks out from underneath it and quickly steps away and out of Steve's reach.
“Robin, that's enough!” Steve shouts, and then several things happen consecutively.
Steve reaches out towards Robin with his right hand, the one missing the glove.
Robin thinks she's going crazy, but- what look like snowflakes shoot out from Steve's hand where he's reached for her.
The crowd, most of whom had turned to look at Steve's shout, gasp, almost in unison.
“I- Steve-” Robin says, not quite sure where to start with the -- actually quite sizable -- pile of snow now on the ballroom floor.
“No,” Steve gasps, and Robin's never heard her brother so distraught. It makes something keen inside her, the sheer anguish in his voice. “No, no no no, this can't be happening, this can't-” Steve reaches up to pull at this hair, but more snow and ice shoots out from his hand as soon as it's pointing towards the ceiling. He flinches away from his own hand, sheer terror on his face, but with every movement Steve makes more and more snow and ice surrounds him. Within a few seconds, there's a wind picking up as well, and it's like a snowstorm is starting to form right there in the castle dining room.
The crowd, originally shocked into silence, starts to move again. Robin hears screaming, people running, shouting from the guards about an evacuation plan, but it's all faint and distorted like she's underwater. All she can focus on right now is Steve, the way his terror is only worsening by the moment.
“Steve, let me help you,” Robin calls over the roar of the crowd and the storm, taking a few steps towards him. She needs to get his attention before getting closer, the last thing she wants to do right now is startle him.
“Stay away from me!” Steve yells, holding up his hands in an instinctive 'stay back' gesture. Yet more ice shoots out towards Robin as he does so. “I’m not safe!”
“I don't care! You're my brother!” Robin shouts back, but Steve doesn't seem to hear her. He's looking down at his hands in horror, then at the waist-high line of ice between the two of them.
Robin somehow knows what he's going to do the moment before he does it.
“Steve!” Robin screams, breaking into a run. Steve's faster than her, always has been, so he makes it to the doors of the ballroom well before she can catch him. It also helps that people, even the guards posted at the doors, part to make room for him whenever he draws near. Seeing Steve push open the ballroom doors just enough to slip through them, Robin yells again, “Steve! Stop!”
“Princess Robin!” Someone crashes into Robin then, nearly sending the two of them flying. (Robin mentally thanks whatever God there may be that she wore pants and not a dress.) After regaining her footing, Robin looks at her assailant to find- oh, it's that guy. The Duke of one of their main trading partners, Tommy something. Haggard? Halfwit? Yeah, something like that.
“Princess Robin,” Tommy Hapless says, bending over with one hand on his knees and the other holding Robin's elbow as he catches his breath. God, Robin does not have time for this. “Princess, you can't- we need guidance. We need someone to... to lead us while the King is... indisposed.”
“I really don't have time for this,” Robin snaps, brushing his hand off her elbow. “Steve's my brother, I have to find him before he gets hurt!”
“I don't think... he's the one who'll be getting hurt,” Tommy Hanger-On says between gasps, quietly, but not so quiet Robin doesn't hear. She makes a point to stomp on his toes as she stalks off towards Eddie, who is doing his best to help people follow the evacuation advice. He looks faintly queasy, and very much like he would rather be literally anywhere else, but he's actually doing a pretty good job of guiding people where the guards want them.
Eddie doesn't notice her coming, so he jumps when Robin grabs him by the shoulder. She turns him around to face her, then grabs him by the other shoulder as well so she's looking him right in the eyes.
“I need to find Steve,” Robin says, not waiting for Eddie to finish whatever question he's opened his mouth to ask before continuing, “Can you take care of the kingdom until we get back?”
Eddie goes pale instantly. “What? I can't-”
“You're a prince, right? I know Forest-Upon-Hills is a pretty small kingdom, but how different can Hawkins really be?” Eddie doesn't look reassured, but Robin cares very little about that right now. She claps him on both shoulders in what she hopes is an encouraging gesture.
She grabs Eddie's hand and thrusts it up into the air, shouting, “Prince Eddie is in charge until I return!”
She then drops his hand before turning and running out into the night, ignoring the chaos behind her and the faint sounds of Eddie's confused protests.
Nothing matters to her now except for finding Steve.
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seth-burroughs · 3 months
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I think we as a fandom don't talk enough about how Seth:
Took bribes from the Nail Man, a serial killer in exchange for allowing him to keep murdering people -- said killer ended up killing 3 people (while they were 4 victims, one of them belonged to the copycat) in the span of 6 months(?). But I'm able to excuse everything the Priest has done, free my man, however...
It was rather strongly implied he (and the other peacekeepers affiliated) had a hand in the whole "Jiei being called to the Clocktower for a quote unquote emergency" trap, picking an innocent man to frame as the Nail Man and either put him on death row or in prison for life, so they could sweep the case under the rug and be done with it.
EXCEPT. After his arrest, he says this: "To speed this case along, we need to quickly deal with that Nail Man we arrested. We should even consider... a public execution."
WHAT are saying
In what time are we living. Is this the medieval ages. Is this the 1400s. This has to be one of the most barbaric sentences I heard a peacekeeper say in Master Detective Archives: Rain Code by Spike Chunsoft. Can he even do that? Would Yomi allow this
He just picked a random man, and didn't even want to lethal injection him privately, he was preparing the damn scaffold so that he could subject the whole district to his legendary beef with that guy in particular, because fuck him I guess. Was that personal? Did Jiei drive his mother of a cliff before the story and this is his carefully planned revenge after decades of suffering in silence
There was LITERALLY NO REASON for him to do this. It was not securing his Evil Plan, not anymore convenient than a private execution, or anything. It was simply Seth's whimsical urge of getting to fulfill his Monokuma fantasy after all these years of severe disrespect
Conclusion: that guy was OUT for BLOOD the sheer MALICE evident in his gay little eyes easily matches Yomi Hellsmile and they should fight to the death for the title of Kanai Ward's Top Cunt
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becauseplot · 3 months
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thinking about archivists again. below the cut: obscene amounts of brainrot in the form of a long-winded relationship study and oddly specific references to canon that may or may not be accurate
im trying to come up with some sort of au for them (writer's block and creative burnout is a BITCH it's okay though we stay silly) and there's just something about how qphil and qcellbit don't (or didn't) really wind up in each other's circles often. sure they were friendly with each other in passing, and they definitely had some nice little interactions earlier on: cellbit briefly interviewing phil on one of his first days on the island over a cup of coffee and solidifying phil's view of cellbit as the Dedicated Investigator; phil asking cellbit to babysit chayanne and tallulah while he's away on a trip and cellbit being more than happy to; phil briefly checking in with cellbit --- who was in the process of tumbling into his regret arc, cutting off ties with loved ones and making himself a martyr --- and asking if he was okay when phil spotted him hanging alone in the back of the group; chatting about the upcoming wedding and phil advising cellbit that he and roier should probably introduce some sort of dress code (lmao); cellbit watching phil and missa meet up for the first time in months on the way to the federation's people-freezers and all of the pieces rapidly falling into place (the name of phil's waystone, phil's skull backpack, phil's elusive "husband," ohhhhhhh...). they've always been in each other's peripheral, but never directly involved in each other's personal lives.
until the happy pills.
see the thing about archivists is that they're not drawn together by a pre-existing friendship; they're more friendly acquaintances at this point, perhaps almost-friends, though they're certainly not close. but then forever's life is under threat, and god, they both love forever immensely. with direct help from bad and indirect help from others (qpac you LEGEND), they're eventually able to formulate a plan that successfully drag forever out from under the haze of drugs, pull him to the surface. they sit next to each other as they sit at the bedside of their mutual friend, watch him breathing, and try to breathe themselves.
and from that moment on it's solidified: they know they can depend on each other, when shit hits the fan. they have their respective strengths, and they balance out each other nicely. i wish i had gotten more of a chance to watch their dynamic during purgatory 1 (unfortunately i have a life sadge) but from what i saw, they turned out to be some pretty good co-leaders, and an interesting dynamic at that: phil acting more as a support role (moral support, resource support, combat support, ALL the support) and stepping up into a leader-like role when needed, but ultimately letting cellbit take the helm a lot of the time since he's a strategist with more practice managing large groups of people (i wont get into it here, and i want to watch more vods so i can more properly analyze them but HOUGHH i have THOUGHTS!! SO MANY!!!)
what im trying to get at is that they were initially in the peripheral in each others lives but were eventually drawn together out of necessity, due to circumstances. the mutual respect followed, which was then followed by trust, and then collaboration, and then friendship. i've also made this post talking about their dynamic, how they both understand each other's need to focus on the here and now and understand that they don't need to know every little thing about each other to still trust each other. and this is so integral to their relationship. it's what makes archivists archivists.
so now all that's left for me to do is try to come up with some sort of au i can chuck them in, incorporating this idea of "friendship of necessity" as a core feature of the plot. i have scattered ideas but none are particularly appealing or solid enough. i will try though!! if u have any suggestions/thoughts/ideas feel free to leave a comment or say in tags (pspsppsps come brainrot with meeee)
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spellmage · 4 months
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Relationships: The Dark Urge/Enver Gortash
Summary: During a rare quiet night when both of them should be working on nefarious plans to overthrow the city (and then the world), Gortash suggests a game of chess to lighten the mood. It does exactly the opposite.
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espritmuse · 2 years
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Undercity boss Sevika x Piltover princess reader
Fucking delicious.
The first time you both met was during a non-threatening attack at piltover by the district of Zaun. It was supposed to be fast, as simple as it can be — she was supposed to break into a grand banquet hosted by your father to steal important pieces of valuable information. Everything was going according to plan, or at least, at the very beginning.
Before her lustful eyes landed on you. God, how sweet you looked that night. Such a charming and delicate creature you were. Is this what piltover was hiding from her all this time?
And you noticed her as well. Maybe it was because she couldn’t keep her eyes off you for the entire night or perhaps because you desired her as much as she desired you. She embodied all of what your parents always prohibited you — so you gave it in.
But the night wasn’t really what Sevika predicted.
Oh, of course you both ended up fucking in your bed, bare chest touching each other’s, erratic respiration and sweet moans feeling the warm air of the room but, surprisingly — she stayed there. A hand caressing your upper back, her lips gently kissing your forehead. She stayed a little more than she was supposed to, a little more than she should have. Way more than she usually does.
You spent the entire night talking. About your dreams, mostly. But also about meaningless matters. The brilliant stars in the moonlit sky, which she barely sees, whose magnificence you tend to overlook. The fresh air, the aroma of flowers, the scars on her skin, the scars on yours.
It took her months after that, to come back to you. You shattered her limits, the ones she puts around herself. Love is a weakness. But god, it felt so good, to be loved. 
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Chapter 1 — Cleo
Title: The Ocean's Call Relationship: Cleo/Lewis Chapters: 1/? Summary: It’s never been easy for Cleo to find balance between being a mermaid and a normal girl; still, when she ran away into the ocean, she wasn’t planning on disappearing forever. But as the burden of everything that was going wrong in her life weighed on her, she finally decided to answer the ocean’s call, leaving everything behind: her problems, her family, her friends, the boy she was still painfully in love with… her whole life. But could there be something more behind her decision? And how will the people she left behind deal with the pain and guilt they will inevitably have to face? Friendships will be put to the test as Lewis, Emma, and Rikki's lives shatter before their eyes. They will do anything to find Cleo and bring her back, but will they be able to find a lost mermaid in the vastness of the ocean?
Here's the first chapter of my canon-divergence fic taking place during the events of 2x25 "Sea Change"! Hope you enjoy 💙
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bucketinyourwalls · 1 year
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Body Guard!Postal 4 Dude x Reader
WARNINGS: Slight angst, mentions of a gunshot and stab wound, blood, OOC Dude (I’m far too dumb to get his personality right), rushed and shit writing
Word Count: 1449
A/N: It’s been a good while since I’ve written anything so I’m sorry if this turns out to be shit. And thanks to @strawbrygashez for inspiring me to take a stab at writing fanfiction again so I can write about two old people in love <3. And as an add-on, gonna have this take place after the events of Postal 4, primarily since I’m too lazy to look up the lore and try to remember everything about this game past Tuesday.
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“Come in.”
You stared at the door as you heard a knock, assuming it was the new bodyguard your boss had sent you. You were due for a meeting with one of the people you work with in a few days, so your boss figured you’d need a bodyguard. She knows you’re able to fight and defend yourself if all goes to shit, but you’re getting up in age and figured extra help would be nice. Besides, having a bodyguard would be nice. At least for this job.
But with those thoughts finishing up, you saw a man enter your office. And to say the least, he looked like shit. Guy was in a purple bathrobe of all things and may as well just be wearing pajamas. And... are those socks with sandals?? But eh, whatever. Maybe this guy will be better aside from his appearance and god awful smell.
“I’m assuming you’re the bodyguard my boss hired?” You stared at him as you spoke, carefully studying the man as he sat down.
“Uh, yeah. That’s me, I guess.” He responded while glancing around the place, seemingly bored. And honestly, you don’t blame him. The place wasn’t too interesting, nor was the job. And for a man of his age from what little scraps of information you’ve gotten, the work would better be suited for someone younger. Or just someone with an actual interest.
“Mm, yep. Say, aren’t you just a tad too old to be working jobs like these? Or are you just doing this for fun while in retirement?” You continued staring at him while speaking, with the man quiet for a few seconds before laughing. “Man, you’re kind of funny. If that’s the case, wouldn’t you be too old for this kind of shit as well-?” He asked while looking at you, crossing his arms and seemingly enjoying the interaction between you two.
“Ah, I wish. That would be so damn good to just get some rest...“ You softly smiled at his words while thinking, but quickly returned to a more serious demeanor. “So, ‘Postal Dude’, right? Man, your parents must have hated you for that to be your legal name. And as an extra note, couldn’t you have come in something just a bit more professional? Plus, you smell like shit.” You kept examining him while questioning, wondering just why he had to come here dressed like that. What the hell does your boss see in this guy?
“Eh, don’t care much. Just here for some quick cash. And yeah, guess my parents really did. But eh, at least the names a bit funny.”
With his answer you just sighed, getting up from your desk and placing a hand on his shoulder as you headed towards your door. “It’s almost lunch, so I’ll be going now. But, for the day that you do start working with us make sure you actually smell good. And try to dress at least decently. I don’t want to be seen with a guy that goes to work in a bathrobe.” And without further words you walked out to grab lunch, not bothering to let him ask for anything further.
For now, until the job was over the two of you were stuck with each other. And after the job, you two were still stuck.
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Surprisingly, he did a really good job. And so, your boss permanently hired him for the rest of your work. At first it definitely wasn’t the best, but thankfully you two actually managed to become friends, and your work is now just more enjoyable. Hell, you even managed to gain a little crush on the guy. It was confusing as hell, but you already knew the feelings weren’t mutual.
Especially now that you’re dying in an alley.
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Hah... how could a simple smoke break jump to you being attacked by three guys looking to take your shit? God, the world is so shit. And now because of a simple smoke break, you had a gun wound near your side and a deep stab wound in your thigh. Maybe even a badly bleeding cut near your neck. Not even mentioning all the other less deep stab wounds closer to areas considered fatal and all the little cuts constantly stinging. Either way, you’re bruised quite badly, your face is bloodied to high hell, and you’re bleeding out.
“Heh... this sucks.” You quietly muttered to yourself, holding to your bleeding side and trying to keep all the blood in. If you’re lucky, maybe Dude would find you. Maybe he would save you. But, you already knew that was a hopeless possibility. Life isn’t a fairytale, after all. It’s shit, and people die. And now, you were about to be one of those people.
God knows how long you just sat surrounded by trash and your own blood. You could already tell that your vision was slowly going black and fading. Guess this dingy alley is where you’d die, huh? Too bad you never got to tell Dude about your little crush on him. Too bad you never got to say proper goodbyes to what family you have left, both biological and found. Too bad you never got to finally retire.
But none of that mattered now. Your consciousness was quickly slipping, and your body slowly went limp. And as the black void nearly consumed your vision, you heard a voice yelling out for you, with both the voice and rapid footsteps quickly coming closer. It was Dude’s voice. But, none of it mattered anyways. At least he was willing to help you, even if you were on your dying breath.
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But just maybe, you managed to live. It’s a surprise to be sure, but a pleasant one. And speaking of pleasant surprises, you slowly woke up and softly hissed at the bright lights, having to take a while to adjust to the sheer white.
“Jesus, I thought I lost you!”
At the words you slowly looked over to your right, beholding a noticeably concerned Dude sitting by your side. Did he really wait here the whole time?
“Dude-? Did you really wait for me?” You asked while quietly chuckling, with Dude blushing a small but noticeable shade of red. Huh, weird.
“Hah, you look cute when you blush.” You chuckled again, enjoying his reactions before he gently grabbed your hand, wearing a concerned expression.
“C’mon, quit joking around. You could’ve died y’know. Tch, you’re a fucking dumbass.” As he spoke his voice was laced with concern, with his eyes constantly darting around. Even with his sunglasses on, it was noticeable as all hell. “Damn, you sound so sappy. It’s disgusting, stop that.” You joked while playfully hitting his shoulder, doing what you could to cheer him up and keep yourself calm at the same time. But well, it wasn’t quite working for either of you.
“Besides, why do you care so much? Not like you’re in love with me or anything.” You continued joking around, but his awful silence and growing blush certainly said another story. “You’re not actually in love with me, right?”
For a good while he remained silent before smirking, quietly laughing as he put an arm around your shoulder, mindful of your wounds. “Of course I am, and I know you are too. What, don’t think I’d notice the little crush you had on me?”
And now was your turn to become flustered. Has it really been so noticeable the whole time? But either way even with his words, you were simply glad that your feelings were mutual. And for the first time in a while, just glad to be alive.
“Well, I’m glad those feelings are mutual.” You softly chuckled before gently grabbing his chin, moving a few loose gray hairs out of the way while admiring his cute ass face. “May I?”
“Of course, my love.”
And with his confirmation, the two of you shared a kiss. And honestly, it was better than you thought. On both ends it remained soft and satisfying, lasting for as long as it needed until the two of you pulled away from each other. The slightly dazed look resting upon his face was certainly a sight to behold.
“You look so fucking cute, y’know that?” You softly smiled at him and his dazed face, with him doing the same. “And so do you, my love. God, I love you so fucking much.” And with his response you continued smiling, resting your forehead against his own. The moment was so nice. It was so peaceful. And the two of you never wanted it to end.
“I love you so much, Dude.”
“Hah... love ya too, my dear.”
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ambergriis · 1 month
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im trying to make peace with the fact that i'm just not really as much into drawing as i used to be. maybe ill start drawing more if i save up enough to get an ipad but conlanging and writing is my main creative outlet for now and thats okay.
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kingdom-dance · 1 year
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TY @asian-ascian​ for this @shepherds-of-haven relationship chart that I spent so much time on 💙 it’s fun to be insane about these little guys. Anyway under the cut as promised is more about Chase and Niamh’s relationship because I’m super normal about them.
Chase gives Niamh much needed permission to be just a little selfish for once. He protects her from her fate as a martyr, as she is inclined to become, keeps her from pouring from an empty cup, and uses his own to fill hers without complaint, without expectation of return. Niamh is a lighthouse,not an anchor for him. She won’t stifle him, but she is that constant that he can come home to. Safety, a beacon of sorts. She is often stuck in her own head with her thoughts and Chase is very good at pulling her out of that and knowing when she needs it. I think also they are very in-tune with each other, and anticipating the other’s needs (not wants) is a big part of it. I think to her, Chase is most willing to see her as a person and not this holder of enormous power or some mysterious creature. He knows her without pretense, and she, with some patience learns him just as well.
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dotmander · 9 months
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a gift to @crowstrel for the @gw2giftexchange!!! here's rosarott with......definitely just a regular dog, who wants to make a new friend :)
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stabbyfoxandrew · 6 months
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y'all who like my AUs and play wipw with me, i have a small dilemma: last week i got so many asks that it stressed me out. a lot.
i wanna keep doing wipw. so... do i turn off my inbox after i get a certain number of asks or limit it to one ask per person? like idk i don't wanna not do it because it's so fun and i like it but oh my god last week was rough for me and my silly little brain
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