#WRECK THAT SHADY MAN

[mermaidsirennikita]

every time Kings of Italy mentions Enzo D'Agostino effectively making his mafia money through Nigerian prince scams I have to stop reading for 30 seconds and Ponder

#romance novel blogging #wreck my plans that's my man!!!! #like all the other mafiosi are all 'i sell drugs' 'i have shady arms deals' #and enzo is like '.... that sounds really hard. why don't you just employ IT nerds' #truly the woke king #remember in his book when he was torturing a guy for giulio's whereabouts #and the guy was like FINE. I SAW HIM AT A GAY BAR. PLS DON'T KILL ME FOR BEING GAY #and enzo was all 'oh my god i would never kill you for being gay i'm not a homophobe i'll kill you bc i'm certifiable'

[cal-flakes]

i am completely obsessed with this whole soft dom dealer rafe, and i was wondering if you could just make a head canon of how he’s an asshole to everyone but her

the comfort in realising others think the same as me is amazing AHHHHH

╰┈➤ dealer!rafe hc’s

warnings: swearing, slightly nsfw, mentions of drugs and weapons.

: ̗̀➛ rafe cameron was an asshole, everyone in the outerbanks knew it very well.

: ̗̀➛ most people avoided him, whether that was down to him just being a complete dick, or the lifestyle he got himself mixed up in.

: ̗̀➛ he wasn’t a huge people person, and he certainly didn’t trust easily.

: ̗̀➛ he spent most of his time with barry, cutting deals and selling drugs together.

: ̗̀➛ that was until she came along.

: ̗̀➛ she, with the most contagious smile, who demanded his attention without even realising it.

: ̗̀➛ she was a sweet girl, too kind for her own good.

: ̗̀➛ she was the exact opposite of rafe cameron.

: ̗̀➛ but that was what drew him to her.

: ̗̀➛ he’d turn up at the wreck, where she worked, almost everyday and offer her a ride home.

: ̗̀➛ she always turned it down, hesitant to get mixed up with the man she’d heard so many bad things about.

: ̗̀➛ but he wasn’t like that with her, not at all.

: ̗̀➛ he was ecstatic the day she agreed.

: ̗̀➛ it became a routine from then on, he’d go about his shady business during the day, drive over to the wreck and wait for her shift to finish.

: ̗̀➛ they’d sit there for an hour or so, talking about anything and everything.

: ̗̀➛ once a relationship was established between the two, he was down bad.

: ̗̀➛ and when his friends mentioned it? oh he hated that shit.

: ̗̀➛ “man, you’ve snatched up a hidden gem country club!”

: ̗̀➛ “shut up barry”

: ̗̀➛ “hey top, you think rafe’s boned her yet? i heard y/n’s a prude, never lets up..”

: ̗̀➛ “keep her fucking name out of your mouth”

: ̗̀➛ little did they know, she was bending to his will every night, literally.

: ̗̀➛ he adored the way she was everything he wasn’t, that was what made them such a good pair.

: ̗̀➛ she was a sworn rafe cameron sympathiser, she knew he could be mean, she knew he could be violent, but she also knew why.

: ̗̀➛ he kept her away from his family the best he could, not wanting them to taint her anymore than he already had.

: ̗̀➛ he struggled when it came to his sisters however, y/n got along so well with them. and though he’d never admit it, it warmed his heart.

: ̗̀➛ “hey, where you going princess?”

: ̗̀➛ “oh, wheezie said she needed help with something..”

: ̗̀➛ “hm..she never asked me..”

: ̗̀➛ “maybe she just prefers a happy soul? someone who lightens the mood?”

: ̗̀➛ “oh shut up, im not that bad”

: ̗̀➛ “oh yes you are, you big grump”

: ̗̀➛ the doors to an insiders take on his lifestyle we’re double locked, for her at least.

: ̗̀➛ the last thing he wanted was for her to end up hurt, in anyway.

: ̗̀➛ and keeping her away from that, staying quiet about the soft girlfriend he had back at home, was his best bet.

: ̗̀➛ but when his worst nightmare came true? when she was nabbed by some nasty people before she arrived at work, he couldn’t think straight.

: ̗̀➛ if anything he himself got meaner, more volatile.

: ̗̀➛ he stopped at nothing to make sure he got her home safely, he and barry stocked up on firearms before storming the house she was being kept in for ransom.

: ̗̀➛ his heart almost broke in half when he saw her frail, broken state.

: ̗̀➛ “i’ve got you angel, i’ve got you..”

: ̗̀➛ where he could help it, he swore to never let her out of his sight again.

: ̗̀➛ from then, he was always a few week behind her, scanning the areas they frequented for threats.

: ̗̀➛ wherever she went, rafe cameron was never far behind.

: ̗̀➛ she had him wrapped around her little finger.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x fem!reader #outer banks #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #obx #dom!rafe #rafecameron #rafe obx #rafe smut

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

curious for all the student/university/studying yans: jock damon, ex bf lee, delinquent liam, bully uno and college student alpheus..

if darling got a scholarship outside the country and they accept it, how would these yans react? can they handle a ldr? would they come along? or would they prevent darling from leaving?

(minus bimbo/himbo darling from twinkie ashtons fic jadkshdkdg sorry </3)

Yandere students and their scholarship earning darling

aww this is kind of sad actually. Of course, all of them would be devastated but let's see.

YAN! JOCK

Damon will be a wreck inside.

"Oh shit... Really? Uh, congrats!"

He'll be happy for you of course. His little nerd is actually getting a scholarship? That's huge! But then... What do you mean you have to get out of the country? He can feel his resolve crack, and it's going to be the first time you see his real side. Staring at you with a blank, all devouring stare.

Thinking of the worst, he will sabotage your scholarship. Don't get him wrong, he will feel guilty about it since you worked hard on that scholarship. But out of the country? No fucking way. He's quite selfish too, so he didn't even think of applying for a scholarship there too because the University he's in has given him so much opportunities to pass on.

You'll just be surprised one day that your scholarship was canceled due to a "mismatch" of interest. Don't worry, he'll be there with you to comfort you. Oh! Will you look at that! This University both of you are attending gave you a full scholarship! How amazing and coincidental it is, right?

YAN! EX-BOYFRIEND

He just got you back.

And now you're leaving him again?

"Babe, what the fuck?"

He will be extremely hurt. Have you never thought of him at all? You two just fixed your relationship again and here you are, telling him that you got to move to another country just to do this damn scholarship. He went through grief, and now he's gonna go through another one.

You know the drill. This man isn't letting you go. But rather than hiding his disdain like Damon, he'll cling to you and cry, exclaiming to not go or else he'll kidnap you again. Well, that shut you up and gave up scholarship. He's also very selfish as you can see.

If you did refuse to do so, then another trip (locked inside) to his bedroom once more until you relent and give up that scholarship :( He'll be happy as a bee, and he will be extra clingy so you would just forgive him in what he did.

YAN! DELINQUENT

Liam is the rare one in this.

He'll be happy to let you go to the scholarship that you got!

After all, you got that damn scholarship just for yourself. If it made you happy, why won't he let you? He's gonna be the asshole in this situation if he didn't let you. He's more than happy to let you go (for now) and let you pursue what you want.

What you don't know is other than the tracking device on your phone, him learning how to hack and monitor you from your phone camera due to some shady connections, he's the one to manipulate the University you're going to go in giving you the scholarship. Mind you, he didn't exactly threaten them, but when he has close connections to... Let's say, Hades' mafia clan, it's not that hard to do :) (OOOH NEW LORE CONNECTION OH MY LORD)

After all, he's just working student! And if his father and mother are high ranking members in Hades' clan, he will use that connection for your happiness <3

YAN! BULLY

Uno would scoff and roll his eyes.

"Of course you would be the type to get a scholarship outside of our University."

As if mocking you, he at first teased you about it. Saying that you're such a nerd and he will be sad if you actually went away. In reality, he's seething inside. He already knows beforehand that you got that scholarship. He's too invested (he's stalking you) on you to not know the things you're up to. And the fact that he's also having a hard time manipulating the inside of the University you're going in is irking him to the bones.

But, once he's got you in the airport and is already on boarding, he'll be next to you, whistling like the dog he is. If you ask him, he'll smirk and show you his phone. He also got in. Oopsies, it seems that you have to be with him even in the new University. Now, how will the both of you terrorize this new place?

YAN! COLLEGE STUDENT

Another day, another emotion/feeling for this man.

"C-congrats... Babe..."

Oh, you don't like the look he has in his face. You know another problem is going to arise.

The few days after that was calm. It seems that he's okay with it, amazingly. Until one day you just found yourself cuffed to his bedpost. You swore you were just hanging out with Alpheus in his house, waiting to eat the food he's cooking, drinking the iced tea... Okay that was too obvious and you still fell for it.

But you pity the guy. He's dealing with what's akin to grief. It was the first time he felt this pit he seem to can't get out off, and it's suffocating him raw. You'll see tears for the first time, and you have to comfort him. With his face buried on your stomach as he knelt by the bed, with you sitting on the edge and stroking his hair, you had to explain to him what that feeling is.

Then when he gets better, surprise surprise, he also got a scholarship (rigged) at the same University as you! How delightful.

#lizzaneiaelizalde #yandere writing #tw yandere #yandere male #yandere imagines #yandere boyfriend #yandere x darling #male yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere fic

[suzukiblu]

Day twelve of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

Tim waits until the next morning, after their latest Young Justice sleepover has both occurred and concluded, and catches Kon while Cissie is bullying Bart away from the pancake mix and taking over the kitchen for her and Cassie to make everyone breakfast. It’s their turn, which is for the best; last time was Kon and Suzie, and they’d absolutely wrecked the kitchen before finally confessing that Kon had never actually cooked before and Suzie didn’t know if she knew how to. 

Breakfast had been Pop-Tarts and it’d taken them two hours to clean up the kitchen. Tim had just decided not to ask questions, at that point. 

“I’ve got a summary of the intel you asked for,” Tim says, holding out his single-page “report” for Kon, tucked nice and neat into a manilla folder. Kon looks startled. 

“Huh?” he says, blinking down at the folder. 

“I looked into Tim Drake,” Tim clarifies. “Long story short, you’re in the clear. His grades are stable, his disciplinary record isn’t concerning, and his psychological profile falls within acceptable parameters. His mother passed away a couple years ago, but his father just got remarried and he and the stepmother aren’t involved in anything shady, there’s no other relatives or criminal associates on record, and the family business’s practices are only a little morally dubious, which in Gotham is practically sainthood, frankly. Maybe don’t accept any unsourced archeological finds from him if it comes up, but otherwise you should be good. Go ahead and make friends.” 

“Uh, right,” Kon says, a brief flash of embarrassment crossing his face as his ears redden. “Friends. Yeah. Uh–you seriously checked him out to Bat-standards that quick, though? Geez, man, you didn’t have to do that. I coulda waited a couple weeks.” 

“Just rearranged a little casework that wasn’t time-sensitive anyway,” Tim replies, repressing a wince. Maybe he should’ve padded the time a little more on this. He doesn’t want Kon to think he wasn’t taking his request seriously. “Also, he’s a civilian high school student with exactly two family members and a fairly small friend group. There weren’t a lot of rabbit holes to go down.” 

“I guess not,” Kon says, looking awkwardly at the folder for a moment before pushing it back towards him. “Uh. I don’t need to, like . . . read that or anything. If you say he’s good, I mean.” 

“You don’t?” Tim asks, a little mystified. Kon looks embarrassed again. 

“It’s weird enough asking for a background check on a dude who’s apparently just trying to be nice,” he says. “I’m not gonna read it if there’s nothing I actually need to know.” 

Tim blinks, still more mystified, though he’s not sure if it’s Kon turning down perfectly-presented intel on a stranger or Kon trusting his opinion enough to turn down that intel that’s doing it. 

“Okay,” he says. “If you’re sure.”

“Uh, yeah. You really didn’t have to rush it, though,” Kon says, still looking embarrassed; tucking a loose curl of hair behind his ear in incredibly distracting fashion that Tim has to struggle to not be distracted by with limited success. “Like–it’s cool of you, but I really could’ve waited a couple weeks. Like, he’s probably not gonna go full mask-off supervillain day one at the mall, you know?” 

“I had the time,” Tim says, still feeling a little odd. “And it’s better to know before you spend too much time around him anyway, isn’t it?” 

Also, better to know so Tim can progress on bribing Kon out of his shitty lab-life and into a cute little cul-de-sac somewhere. Or an apartment building. Or an apartment block. 

“I guess, yeah,” Kon says, his face inexplicably reddening. “Um. Yeah. Uh. Thanks, Rob.”

Then he zips off abruptly without another word, and Tim is left mildly bewlidered and looking at the empty space he was just standing in. 

“. . . you’re welcome,” he says after a moment, no less bewildered, and puts the report away. 

He doesn’t really get Kon as a person, sometimes, but at least this is another step forward on the plan. He still needs to talk it all out with him as Tim Drake and work him up to it, because even Kon’s very weird socialization clearly still thinks it’s kinda strange for somebody to just offer to rent an apartment for him out of the blue, but then again, maybe that’s just because he thought Tim might be a supervillain. Which Tim still isn’t, technically. He’s like, a proto-supervillain at best. And only when it comes to bank fraud and pre-planning, because if he’s learned anything from Bruce at all, it’s that being the most prepared person in a situation absolutely always pays off. 

Maybe he can get Kon to quit Cadmus completely, if he plays his cards right here. He’ll start with a place that Kon can commute from, or at least by pretending they’re looking for a place that Kon can commute from. Maybe Cadmus would actually fucking pay him more than a pittance and an expense account, then, and Kon could save up a little. Tim should look into what the other field agents get, actually, though chances are “free room and board” is probably on most of their paychecks too, since Cadmus more than likely made most of them too. 

Fucking shitty asshole cloning labs. 

Maybe Tim should actually bribe some lobbyists the next time clones’ rights come up in legislation. Or just as soon as he has Kon safe and settled and secure outside of Cadmus, whichever comes first. That would definitely be a good use of his trust fund. 

Or just all of Drake Industries’ profits for that quarter, depending on how effectively he can distract his dad for said quarter. 

Tim’s a reasonably resourceful person. He could work something out. 

Also, clones’ rights implies getting Cadmus potentially shut down or at least more closely monitored, and maybe conning Superman into paying back child support for being irresponsible with his DNA. An incredibly powerful alien specifically primed for the local environment absolutely should’ve known better than to not have something arranged in case of his death besides just letting someone bury him, of all things. Incredibly stupid idea on his part, frankly. Isn’t there an AI running the Fortress of Solitude, to say nothing of all the androids? He absolutely could’ve set up a failsafe to come collect his body and lock down the Fortress once it was inside. Not a perfect solution, obviously, but definitely a better one than “let Metropolis just do whatever they feel like”. 

Much better, in Tim’s opinion. 

Seriously. Kryptonians are basically invasive predators on Earth. Superman absolutely should’ve known better than to leave his own dead body lying around. Frankly, Tim’s disappointed in Bruce for that one. He really should’ve had a talk with Superman about that particular oversight before Kon even happened. Not that Tim’s complaining about Kon existing, but Kon is basically the best-case scenario they could’ve gotten out of that. What if somebody’d possessed Superman’s empty body? What if they’d stripped it for parts and made a whole army of Supermen? What if any fucking number of things had happened? 

There’d better be something in place now, is all Tim’s gonna say. 

. . . maybe he’ll set up a high-yield savings account for any potential future Kon 2.0’s, just in case Superman decides to be stupid again. Just make monthly deposits and let it all collect interest. Tim’s not ready to be a clone-dad, but he can get the groundwork going. 

Hell, maybe he’ll make a Kon 2.0 one day. 

. . . that is an insane person thought, Tim recognizes. And way farther down along the supervillain pipeline than he wants to be right now. 

Still, Kon’s a hybrid, so he’s probably infertile, right? Which means if he ever wants to have kids or anything, he’d need–

Oh god, Tim thinks, and immediately hides his bright red face behind his fake summary of his own life story. Okay. New thought processes. New thoughts. New . . . everything, at this point. New all-the-things. 

He’s sixteen, he reminds himself accusingly. There is absolutely nothing about the idea of Kon with a little Kryptonian-ish baby that should appeal to him at all at this stage in his life. 

Just, well, his inner future supervillain apparently has a thing for punk telekinetic DILFs, he guesses. 

Well, given the timeline he’s intending to go supervillain on–

If Tim ever meets a telepath, he thinks he should probably just quit, actually. Like, for good. There is no possible way it wouldn’t end in absolute mortification. 

Oh god, Dubbilex is a telepath, isn’t he. Tim is never going to be able to be in the same room with the man again without employing every possible meditation technique he knows, because otherwise his brain is just going to be screaming about what Kon looks like soaked in Kool-Aid with his hair slicked back. Or how he smirks when he’s flirting with a civilian stranger at a café. Or the mental image of him in a crop top and Daisy Dukes version of his superhero costume, ngh–

Tim can definitely just never be in the same room with Dubbilex again. Or Martian Manhunter. Or maybe just anyone. 

Dammit.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #rinfic #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon #long post

[aleenuhs]

Arthur comforting crying/ upset reader

𖦹 Always Here

thank u anon <3

word count: 1,099

paring: Arthur x GN!reader

a lil bit of angst if u will.

You had accompanied Arthur, Charles, and Sadie on an outing to Saint Denis, to go play some poker at the Saloon.

Sadie had forced you to go, though you'd wanted to stay at camp finishing up your chores for the night.

But you went.

It was crowded and stuffy in the room, sitting across from the table they were playing at, eating some of the beef jerky you had in your pocket. A bit bored, you looked at the people in the room just watching, careful not to stare because people were easily offended by the gaze of another human being.

Arthur and the others were fully engrossed in their gameplay, which you'd opted out of cause you never understood it, or liked it for that matter. You wanted to go back to camp, not be here with a bunch of drunk men and working girls.

Your eyes fluttered, through all the noise, you somehow fell asleep for a bit.

When you woke back up, you were still sitting in the same chair. Surprisingly, you weren't robbed or anything bad.

You looked around the room again, spotting the table that Arthur, Charles and Sadie were once playing at, and they weren't there. Your heart rate immediately spiked, had they left without you?

You sprung up from the chair that you were sitting at and walked outside to see if they were out there, no clue where they'd went from the time you were awake, till now, not to mention, how long had you been asleep?

You walked around, in search for any of them, and no luck.

You knew Shady belle was within walking distance from where you were, but it was dangerous. And you didn't have your horse, so you couldn't ride back. The worst part was that they'd forgotten all about you, Sadie and Charles. But worst of all, Arthur had forgotten. It made you slightly angry that your own significant other would do such a thing. You walked up to a random person, who you saw had a pocket watch.

"Mister?" You spoke quietly, tapping him on the shoulder.

The man looked you up and down, before nodding.

"You know what time it is?"

"1:20."

Your eyes widened, "1:20, thank you." You repeated before walking off, damn it was late.

No stagecoaches were out at this time of night. What could you even do?

You walked around for a moment before you were met with a overwhelming urge to just walk all the way back to Shady Belle.

So you did. Holding yourself, as it was cold, you walked all the way back, shivering slightly. The tears left your eyes, but you didn't sob, no, they were silent tears.

When you arrived after 30 minutes of walking, you immediately walked into the house and went up to Arthurs room and stood before the bed, watching him sleep. he woke up to you. You looked wrecked, tear stained cheeks and bleary eyes, he could hardly see with just the small lantern lighting up the room.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up next to you. "Why aren't you in bed?" He asked, obliviously, maybe he was drunk.

You wanted to yell at him, but instead your words came out in a soft tone. "You left me, Arthur."

His eyes went back to their cold gaze. "Huh?"

"What is not to understand, Arthur? You left me at the saloon in Saint Denis!" Your words were more charged now, but not exactly yelling, just a bit more angry you felt.

"Jesus... Im sorry, I didn't mean to- er.. Leave you there darlin'." His eyes widening after he realized just what he had did. He gets up and puts his hands on your shoulders, and with this. You start to cry.

You don't even lift your head up to look at him, you play with your fingers.

His eyes fixed on how broken you looked, tears streaming down your face, he hardly knew what to do.

"I am so sorry." He speaks, almost silent. He brings you in, hugging you tightly, his big arms wrapped around you made you feel slightly better. But not entirely.

"I had to walk here, Arthur." You murmured.

His breath hitched. "Nobody... did anythin' to you, right?" He would curse himself if you said yes, but luckily, you shook your head. He sighed a breath of relief. "Good, but I truly am sorry, that I left you there, that we left you there."

You didn't respond, the tears still falling from your eyes. His warmth surrounds you, almost overheating your body. "Arthur promise me this won't happen again."

He looked at you, "I promise to try, I never intended for this to happen." He notices your lip trembling, he brings you even closer. "C'mere." He lays down on the bed signaling for you to join him there.

You hesitate for a moment, but end up laying right next to him, you nuzzled yourself right into his neck and sighed deeply. His calloused hand reached up to your face, fingers on your chin. "Look at me, darlin." He spoke softly, a difference in his voice, the voice that was usually brash and loud was somehow comforting you as you cried. "I love you, so much."

A smile reached your lips when he told you that. "I love you too."

"I will always be here for you, I can't believe I let myself do what I did back there." He admits. "I'm sure Sadie and Charles meant no harm by it as well."

You nod, knowing that there was no mailce behind this.

His hand runs up and down your back, soothing you, calming you down, taking away all your worries. He adjusted you, making sure that you were more than comfortable with him. He just held you.

At once, you were just sniffling, no more tears to shed. He had calmed you down, one of the only people who could.

He was truly the definition of duality, he could go from brutal to plain out kind and caring, and it was all for you. Everything he did, was for you, so you didn't have to worry. You could imagine that he was still constantly cursing himself now that he'd left you at the saloon, then walk all the way back to Shady Belle by yourself.

But now that you were safe in his arms, all those worries went away. "Shhh, shh. Rest, you can sleep now." He cooed, rubbing your neck and placing kisses on your forehead and nose.

You fell asleep shortly after.

a/n if u enjoyed it, smash the like and subscribe! jk, feel free to req more honey!

#red dead redemption 2 #fluff #rdr2 #arthur morgan #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 x reader #arthur morgan x reader #rdr

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for stealing my twin brother's identity?

When we were still in high school, the relationship between my twin brother and me pretty much fell apart. I accidentally wrecked his future and didn't realize how big a deal it was, he got mad, our dad got mad, I got kicked out, neither of us spoke to each other for ten years.... it doesn't really matter anymore, the whole thing was stupid anyways.

Anyway, long story short, he got tricked into building some evil doomsday portal, and I wound up being the person he consulted trying to fix it. It didn't go well, he was being a stuck up jerk, we started fighting, and I ended up accidentally pushing him in. To put it lightly, I felt horrible about it. I stayed in his house for a bit, not really doing much of anything, but eventually I ran out of food and had to go get more. But thing is, I also didn't have much money. As in, absolutely none.

And see, my brother had developed a bit of a reputation as a bit of a mad scientist living in the woods. Which he was. But I'm no scientist, I'm a man of business. So when people started showing interest in what he'd been doing, mistaking me for him, I used that reputation he'd built to draw in some money. I didn't really MEAN to say my name was his, it just sort of happened. I had to pay his mortgage somehow while I worked on starting up the portal again, and the whole weird monster museum was working really well.

For thirty years I worked on that portal, trying to get him back. That's thirty years running a shady tourist trap and making questionable decisions under my brother's name. And it worked, eventually. I got my brother back, but he was pretty mad at me for, y'know, making a mockery of his life's work. And also because opening the portal again could have brought about the apocalypse or whatever.

I dunno. This is probably a stupid idea, but hey. You can't get too many second opinions, if they're free.

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 31

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27 @shroomje

Oystein had gone through some of the old material him and Dead had worked on prior to his death. Just playing it on the guitar made him feel a deeper connection to the place he used to be with his music. He started writing different things down on a piece of paper when he noticed the picture of them with their corpse paint on sitting in the bottom of a box. He picked it up and heard the sounds of the paint rolling around in the box and started applying his corpse paint.

He remember the first day that Pelle had sat him down and explained what the paint was for. The feeling he wanted to give people with their music. He missed the feeling of just playing music with his friend. He missed shocking people with how crazy they could be. Now things felt so tangled in bullshit that he couldn't enjoy it anymore. He stared at the photo and started doing the corpse paint out of routine. It never looked as sharp or clean when he did it.

When he finished he got lost in his head thinking about all the things he wished he could go back and fix, getting Pelle some real help being one of those things. Never interacting with Varg being another. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the front door open.

"Oystein? Are you home? I have groceries." Y/n called out as she slid things across the floor with her foot while holding bags in her arms. He didn't know what to do. He started to panic knowing he couldn't take the paint off that quickly and if Y/n saw him she would probably be confused as hell.

"Baby?" She called out again and he sighed knowing he didn't have any other options. He opened the bathroom door and came out to see her standing there out of breath from carrying things. He doesn't say anything and she doesn't need him to.

"Hey... come here." She walks over and takes his hands to lead him to the bed. He sits down silently next to her and she tucks his hair behind his ear. She knew how hard things had been for him recently and just looking at his eyes, she knew he was wrecked.

"I know you don't like when I put this on." Oystein said looking at his hands and Y/n shook her head.

"Hey, I never said that. I love your corpse paint." Y/n pressed.

"But you don't love me as Euronymous. That part of me is a bad person-" Y/n gripped his face and shut him up with a kiss. She didn't care that it was smudge his paint or that it would get on her face. He needed to know that she loved him right now. She got up from the bed and straddled his lap, feeling his hands run under her shirt to touch her skin. She pulled at the strings of the cape and started pulling at his clothes. When he was sitting on his bed completely naked with Y/n on top of him, he pulled away. He looked at her, his corpse paint smeared all over her face from making out.

"You don't have to do this." He wanted her to know that he understood why she didn't like the person he was when he was wearing this paint. She pulled her shirt over her head, still in his lap, breasts now exposed in his face.

"I know I don't but right now, I need you to know that I love every part of you. The man I love is right here." She put her hand on his heart.

"I love you Oystein. I also love the artist in you that goes by Euronymous and if I have to fuck his brains out for him to know that, I will do it." Y/n said making him groan. He lifted her up from his lap and yanked her shorts off with her panties pushing her back on the bed and yanking her hips towards him. When he pushed his cock into her, she let out a moan and buried her face into the mattress. He pounded into her from behind, the sound of skin slapping against each other as he fucked her roughly made his stomach burn with lust.

"Oh fuck! Euro." He heard her moan his name and he reached down to yank on her hair pulling her against his chest.

"I want to hear you scream my name when I fuck you." He bit hard onto her shoulder and she cried out.

"FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME UNTIL i CAN'T STAND EURONYMOUS!" Y/n's pleas were answered as she wrapped her arm around the back of his neck, one of his hands on her clit, the other across her chest to pinch her nipple as he fucked into her. They had never fucked like this before. It was different but it felt amazing.

He could feel himself about to cum and shoved her back onto the bed. She flipped over and watched him stroke himself roughly but when she crawled towards him, he yanked her by her hair to throat his cock. She took him all the way in, gagging and spitting all over his thighs as he fucked into her throat, cumming hard and loud feeling her swallowing every bit of his cum.

He twitched in her mouth for a few moments before she pulled off of him and pulled him to lay on the bed next to her. She lit a cigarette and handed it to him as they cuddled into one another. He looked at her face and rubbed at some of the paint and spit.

"Doesn't look so bad on you." Oystein grabbed a tissue and she took it from him with a smirk.

"I think Pelle would probably disagree." She joked using her spit to try and wipe some of his paint away. Oystein laughed thinking about what he would say if he knew they were fucking in the corpse paint.

"He would probably make a joke about us being necrophiliacs." Oystein shook his head hearing Y/n laugh.

"Maybe for your birthday I'll suck you off in full corpse paint." She teased.

"Mmm I like the sound of that." He smirked as he ran his fingers over the smears of paint along her breast. He could see small bruises forming on her hip and his teeth mark on her shoulder.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked rubbing her bruised hip.

"It was a good pain. I liked it." She blushed resting her hand ontop of his. She leaned across the pillows and kept working to rid his face of the smeared paint as he sighed.

"You look exhausted baby." She comments making him snort a laugh.

"Well fucking kind of takes it out of me." He jokes but she shakes her head.

"I know it does but your eyes look tired. You look rundown like you aren't sleeping well." She tossed the used tissue and started on a fresh one.

"I haven't been sleeping well on the nights you aren't here. The nightmares get worse and when I wake up and you aren't here, I just sort of panic. I usually just stay up and start writing." He explained taking another drag from his cigarette. She frowned at him and stopped wiping his face.

"You can always call the house Oystein. You know that." She reminds.

"I know I just...need to figure out how to deal with this shit." Oystein looked over at him.

"But you're going to stay tonight right?" He asked trying not to sound desperate.

"Did you want me to stay?" She asked stroking his hair.

"I always want you to stay." He drew circles on her thigh and she leaned down to kiss him sweetly.

"Then I will stay." She rested her chin on his chest and he let out a breath and smiled at her. He moved so that he was hovering above her and she was able to lay on her back. He was already semi-hard again and ran his fingertips up and down her thigh. She gave him a sleepy smile as she lifted her hand to his cheek and rubbed her thumb over the skin.

Oystein gripped his cock and ran it over her clit a few times making her jump at the sensation. She chewed on her lip as he teased her before gently sliding into her wet folds again.

"You're ready for another round?" She questioned but he shook his head no.

"We just fucked...I want to make love to you now, is that okay?" He asked pulling out slowly but she reached down to stroke him.

"Yes baby that's fine." She pulled him back inside of her and he moved his hips slowly, kissing her neck and peppering light ones over the teeth print on her shoulder. Her soft moans reminded him to keep the pace slow and thrusts shallow. He loved that he could have both with Y/n. He could have wild fucks and soft lovemaking and still feel her love. She gripped his bicep and he stared down at her watching her face as she tightened around his cock.

"I love you Oystein. I love you so much baby." She whined throwing her head back into the pillow. He leaned down and suckled her neck as he finally cum inside of her for the second time that night. She wrapped her arms around him and let him rest his weight atop her body, going soft inside of her and falling asleep soon after.

Nightmares couldn't reach him that night. He was far too blissfully exhausted to be haunted.

#Films: Lords of Chaos #R!Euronymous #R!Euronymous x YN #One Shot Series #Alkaline #Alkaline Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin cult

[love-as-simple-as-shaving-soap]

Lucy Chen just had the “most important relationship in [her] life” wrecked by the man also in that relationship after she told him she was afraid of it happening

He didn’t just hurt her as a boyfriend, he hurt her as her best friend

He did that to her

even though he has his valid feelings and his own reasons...

And according to the 6x07 promo, he’s still being bleh about seeing a therapist... (even tho she’s def involved in shady shit, but it’s not like Tim knows that)

this makes me so angry and afraid that I won’t be able to ship it in the same way after all of this

#still feeling sick over what they’ve done to my comfort couple #(and my only reason for watching the rookie tbh) #I better see Tim Bradford pleeeeading for forgiveness before they work on getting back together #chenford #the rookie spoilers #Lucy chen #Tim Bradford

[k-looking-glass-house]

Twst! Cinderella and her step"loving" family

Yayyy I finally finished this one! After so much time since their dance chibi animation...

Anyway... in my twst! lore Cinderella got a loving family, an overprotective stepfather, two little stepsisters a bit jealous but very supportive if anyone badmouth their step big sister!

Let's go much more deeper...

Actually my lore is based on the novel of the Disney!Villain counterpart (Disney multiverse helloooo).

Cinderella lost her parents ruined by some shady traffic, and before the tragic Trein's wife death, she asked him to adopt the daughter of one of her dear childhood friend.

In memory of his wife he adopted the little girl, but gave her cold treatment as she would be unaffectionate and being also cold toward her new family. But he still cared for her and treats her very well.

Unfortunately since little Cinderella got adopted, the shady person who ruined her parents did the same to her stepfamily (money legacy testament hello!!!). They went bankrupt and outcast quickly and feeling deeply sorry for them and also responsable, Cinderella decided to take care of her step family and their house.

They grew up as a strange but loving family, until Cinderella's fairy godmommy stepped in (fairy being a fairy she was late like...8 years late...), Trein refused to let her stepdaughter with an unknow fairy godmother, and the fairy stated that a grumpy man isolating his daughters is no noo nooooo good either!

Eventually the fairy told them about the ball, the prince and so on, and.....chaos wreck among the house, with fangirls screams and running around the table!

Trein refused to let everyone go to the ball since it's dangerous (also being a bit scarred to finally noticed his daughters all grown up) and threw out the fairy with Lucius help.

But seeing the opportunity to go outside, and gathering infos about the shady persons, Cinderella went to the ball with her fairy godmommy's help and Cinderella's story started.

Noticing Cinderella's missing, Trein and his daughters went to the ball to get her back and she greets them while exciting (her stepsisters being half jealous half happy to have her back// Trein suffocating between their hug crush but happy to got her step daughter back)

Bla bla bla Cinderella Disney!story with the shady persons in jail (epic detective story she got her legacy back and bring back Trein's lost reputation). Unfortunatly Trein rejected his stepdaughter as she left them to got married.... breaking both their heart.... As her stepfather left her without any kind words and Trein not wanted to see his daughters leaving...

They eventually reconciliate later as she gave birth to her first child, and so first Trein's grandchildren.

Mozus Trein belongs to Twisted Wonderland

His "cute" 3 daughters concept done by me

#twisted wonderland #twst #mozus trein #twst trein #twst cinderella #twst stepsisters #k imeart

[isa-ghost]

Hi I saw earlier you were asking for more qphil headcanons? How about phil and federation workers? Like Walter bob or ollie or obviously cucurucho?

Oooo this is a good one >:D

qPhil headcanons masterlist

It's on sight for just about every single one of them. Ollie's safe. Most workers? Neutral. The rabbits? A bit shady and strange, but not quite on sight. Everyone else, more or less? Catch these crow hands motherfuckers.

He has no emotional investment in any of them, even the ones that he's not bothered by. They're part of the Federation, Federation bad. End of story

He's still not entirely sure who the fuck Elena is and at this point he's too afraid to ask.

Tbh I think Walter Bob is the only one he actually genuinely liked, even if just only a little bit. Dude seemed like he was going thru it, Phil felt kinda bad for him

Personally he doesn't count the cappys as Federation aligned. Those are just some random chaotic little guys. Just some funky little tricksters. Maybe even weird Quesadeities. He has a headcanon that they just showed up one day and involved themselves in the events that the Feds put on for the islanders and the Feds just kinda accepted it. And had no choice but to do so anyway.

Nothing makes Phil saltier than trying to fuck up Fed buildings out of spite and anarchist displeasure only to be cockblocked by magic or the convenient arrival of a Fed worker to scold him.

He 100% thinks the tiny Purgatory guys like Luffy are infinitely cooler than any of the Quesadilla workers. They're the only good thing Egg Island had to offer.

He may hate the Feds but you bet your fucking ass he's a little gossip whore. If he heard there was drama and whatnot within the Federation he'd be like ☕️☕️☕️ Oh? WB07 and WB28 are getting a divorce? Interestinggggg,,,

He has very complicated feelings about Fred. On one hand, he appreciated that they made Tubbo happy. On the other, they're still a Fed. That was going to be a doomed relationship from the start one way or another. Did they deserve whatever apparent death happened? Hell no. But a Fed is a Fed and no matter how chill they seem, he's of the opinion that every single one of them should indiscriminately be held at arm's length or further away. For personal safety.

Given the last part of the above, he stares at Foolish like What The Fuck. He's convinced if things go tits up ever, Foolish has put himself in the position with the most metaphorical TNT. He's in waaay too deep.

DON'T GET HIM STARTED ON CUCURUCHO. HE HAS SO MANY RANTS. He wants that bitch in the ground SO BAD. What he wouldn't give to knock them down a peg or 7. Shady ass two-faced ass smug ass how do you do fellow kids islanders ass motherfucker!!!

Man he's in for a rude awakening when the islanders figure out the eggs are technically Feds, by the looks of things. How's THAT for no emotional investment, motherfucker. (He's gonna be a wreck :D)

GOD HE HATES AGENT 18. If he could kill any Fed besides Cucurucho, it'd be that motherfucker. Never has a single not condescending thing to say about him or his eggs, FUCK THAT GUY. He'd kick 18's ass in a heartbeat.

He's still wondering who the fuck was experimenting on Luffy. He wants to... talk 🗡 to them too.

I'm not counting Cellbit's Bolas Day 1 confession as canon so the day Phil finds out he slaughtered a bunch of workers is the day Phil throws Cellbit a massive party. Or at least gifts him a huge backpack of cool shit.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #philza #q!philza #qphil headcanons #qsmp federation #qsmp fed workers

[evilcowgirl]

hi! I love your writing and was so excited to see someone writing about Javier!! There’s not enough fics with him sadly. I was wondering if I could put a request in for something like…maybe Javier finally confesses his feelings to reader after coming back from Guarma (nearly dying there) maybe because of that he decides to act on his feelings before the time really is too late

just an idea and ty for the wonderful writing <3

floral and fading

pairing: javier x reader

a/n: i love this request so sooo much and im so happy to be working on more of them ! thank u sm for requesting ! decided to only use the spanish that i know in this oneshot hopefully i didn't make any mistakes. also happy new year !!! <33

warnings: slight nsfw

word count: 2.2k

summary: Javier returns from Guarma with newfound determination to tell you how he feels about you.

Things hadn't been alright for a while now and everyone was starting to realize that one by one. There was a dark cloud hanging over the once tight-knit group; the faith that Dutch so often preached to the gang to keep was dwindling. You tried to keep yourself busy by helping the other girls out even more than usual. It worked wonders as a distraction for the chaos prevailing all around you. You were no fool though, and because of that you knew that things were even more vulnerable than they seemed, especially now with five of your men missing. That five including the ringleader of it all, now you felt like an idiot waiting on disaster to strike.

You all fled with the help of Sadie and Charles to a strange and unfamiliar place. It was a huge shift from the comfort of your own quaint little room in Shady Belle but you were forever grateful for their selflessness. You thought often of the missing members of your group, the one you considered your best friend most of all. In the short year and a half that you'd known Javier you managed to become attached at the hip quite quickly. This was despite his loyalty to the group and subsequent skepticism of any unfamiliar face. He had a soft spot for you that you shared for him. You could barely stomach the idea of Javier being hurt. You knew that it was best to be realistic—to prepare for the worst, but whenever anyone would even suggest that something could've gone wrong with the boys, you had to excuse yourself. It was unbearable not knowing.

Sadie was the first to notice your mourning. She offered you comfort and kept the rest of the gang alive as best as she could until everything worked out. Not once did she tell you that they'd be back though, or even try to convince you that they were all okay. Apart of you appreciated it; being lied to was the last thing that you needed in such a fragile state.

The absence of most of the gang's men was devastatingly evident. It was much quieter, no silly quarrels or drunken excitement at night. Most noticeably the melodic sounds of Javier's guitar we're missing. You were finding it hard to sleep without him there to play a song for you until you drift off. Most times you lie on your cot trying to think of anything but how silent it is. Your mind still drifts to thoughts of him—his music, his voice. The gentle touch of his hand on yours when he thinks you've already fallen asleep.

You've been completely smitten for months and your feelings only grow to be more intense as each day passes. Now that he's gone, you feel like a piece of you is missing. You find yourself wrapping your arms around your body searching for some kind of solace in your own touch since Javier wasn't there to provide his.

Emotionally, you were a wreck, that much was obvious. What bothered you most of all was that you were a wreck for a man that you couldn't even call your own.

Another rainy night came. Ever since the boys disappeared it felt like all it did was rain. The smell of mud and wet earth was inescapable as you laid your head down on your bed. Your eyes were closed but you were wide awake, listening to the sounds of raindrops falling rhythmically outside the cabin.

You jumped up at the sound of hooves beating against the ground and Charles alerting the rest of your small group. You heard stray words being exchanged through the walks. Whoever had arrived had to be one of your group based on the muffled "Are you alright?" you heard from Sadie.

Mary-Beth slept near you, waking up at all of the noise outside. "What is all that? Who's here?" She asked you as if you were in any different position than she was.

"I'm not sure but it could be the boys," You said, stepping down from your bed. You were only in your chemise but wasted no time rushing outside. Your heart was beating through your chest as you pushed through the heavy wooden door only to be caught by Charles, clad in wet clothes.

"Hold on just a moment, we aren't sure if he was followed." He says. His hands are firmly around your biceps holding you in place, you have no choice but to stop resisting.

"Who? If who was followed?" You ask him, blinking the rain out of your eyes. You were frightened at hearing that only one man had made it back. It left you wondering what could've happened to the rest.

"Hola, It's been a while huh?" You hear Javier's voice for the first time in days and your knees feel weak at the sound.

"Get your ass out of the rain." Sadie responds, you can tell she's relieved to see him. Sadie and Uncle help him down from his horse and you notice how he groans at putting weight on his leg. Once Charles finally lets you go you nearly fall over your own feet trying to get to Javier.

"Mi cielo, I've missed you. Are you alright?" He asks you as you wrap your arms around each other.

You were cold, shaking, overwhelmed, and still scared underneath your joy for having Javier back. You felt tears welling up in your eyes but you still nodded. You were closest to being alright right now than you had been for the past few torturous days.

"Javier I—" You found yourself lost in your own head as you looked at him. He was bruised and had dark bags under his eyes that gave you the urge to rush him to bed.

"I'm just so glad you're back," was what you settled on, but you had so much more to say. He smiled, pulling you closer to him as you walked.

"Where is everyone else?" You asked him as you lead him into the cabin. Charles placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder as he walked in. He had a slight limp and was weighing you down. You both had to stop to sit at a bench inside.

"They'll be around soon. We had to split up. Things were. . .bad. We ended up on an island called Guarma—a sugar plantation. We all got back in once piece though."

"I'm glad you're alright, Javier." Tilly said, handing him a mug of coffee.

You'd never heard of Guarma but based on how roughed up he looked, you could assume that it was nothing like Tahiti or any other tropical paradise Dutch had promised you all.

"You're hurt." You said, stating the obvious.

"It's just my leg, I'm alright really." He placed a hand on your leg comfortingly but the feeling of the wet fabric against your skin just reminded you of how cold you were.

"We're soaked." He said with a smile that made you blush.

"I'll go get us dry clothes. You should come to the room; my bed's right over there." You say pointing over to the door that held most of the women's sleeping space. You hoped that no one would take issue with Javier being with you just for a while.

Once you were both dry and wearing fresh clothes you slumped down on the bed next to Javier. A candle had been lit to light up the small room, just enough to see each other. You were exhausted all of the sudden. The excitement of having the person who meant the most to you had taken a lot out of you. Your eyelids felt heavy but you still noticed Javier's gaze.

"What is it?" You asked. He shook his head fondly.

It wasn't anything new to catch Javier staring at you—though it was barely "catching" since he never tried to hide it. For a man with such an intense glare, one that made grown men tremble in fear, you loved his eyes on you. Javier was one of the most effortlessly intimidating men that you knew but when he stared at you with his eyes glazed over in pure adoration you felt nothing but entranced.

His hair was still damp, stray strands that weren't pulled back hanging over his umber eyes. You'd always loved his hair. He took better care of it than any of the other men in camp. He was always teased by Sean for it, for being too effeminate he'd say, but you were always quick to defend him.

You reached towards him and gently tugged away the piece of fabric that pinned back his hair. Neither of you broke eye contact as his hair fell, framing his face. You tucked a lock of it behind his ear and smiled softly.

"You look pretty with your hair down."

"Pretty hm?" He hummed. You could tell that there was something on his mind. He had just been through god knows what on some island you didn't even know existed of course he would be lost in his own head. You were selfish though, and desperate to join him wherever he was.

"What's on your mind, Javier?" You asked him nervously. You looked down at your fingers waiting for his response.

"Would it be cliche to say you?"

"Yeah," you giggled, "Unless it's true." Your eyes met again.

"What if it was?" He said. You felt the air in the room shift, "What if I haven't been able to stop thinking of you since you wandered into camp that day."

"I'd barely call it wandering. . ." You said shyly. The events that brought you to the gang always got you bashful. He got a kick out of seeing you get all flustered when he mentioned it; he did so often.

"It was one of the most important days of my life—meeting you. I don't think I could live another day without you being mine, amor."

"What are you saying?" You said dumbly. Your heart speeds up like you've been running. You're almost scared he can hear the rapid beats from where he's sitting right next to you. You sit up completely, bringing your knees up to your chest.

"When I was in Guarma. . . I was captured by some very misled men." He said. You could tell that he was simplifying the story for your sake, as he often did when telling you about his experiences he felt you couldn't handle hearing about. Maybe he was right, he knew how much you worried.

"You know, I really didn't know if I was going to make it. I've feared for my life countless times, no es nada. But being over there," He shakes his head at the memory. Your hands touch then. Yours on top of his, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand is soothing patterns in the same way he'd done for you on restless nights.

"It was different. Being surrounded by strange men in a strange place, not knowing if I would ever see my family again—you again. It made me think of how life. . . es frágil. I can't bear to think of leaving this earth without letting you know how I feel about you." The candle at the bedside was growing weak, the warm light illuminated Javier's face enough for you to make out the sincerity in his expression. He was silently begging for you, and you were in no position to deny him.

"I love you so much that it drives me insane sometimes," You say with a hollow chuckle, "I really do, Javier."

He leaned in slowly and without thinking you found yourself doing the same. His eyes were dark with lust as he lingered at your lips. Whenever he kissed you for the first time you knew that there was nothing you wanted more than to be his forever. It was immediate, suddenly feeling like the most obvious thing in the world. He placed a hand at the small of your back pressing you closer to him as he stroked his tongue against yours. You ached for him. Following his lead, your brain melted into a slow repetition of more, more, more.

"I've wanted you. . ." He says, taking a breath against your throat; you shiver at the sensation, "For longer than you know."

"Like this?" You ask pulling away from him to meet his eyes.

"Oh, mi amor, no tienes idea," He says with a look of mischief, "Maybe I'll get us a room for the night soon? So I can have you properly." You nodded, too lost in your daze of love and lust to properly respond.

"Yeah. . ." You said breathlessly, leaning your head against his chest.

"Yeah?" He says with a chuckle. Your face feels hot and your chest is rising at a rate that gives away just how out of it you are. He's pined over this moment for too long, it barely feels real. You feel so safe in his arms knowing that he's just as smitten for you as you are for him. Even with everyone else daring to walk in at any moment, you cuddle up to him even closer. "Eres tan hermosa, can't believe you're mine, mi amor." He says, slipping in and out of his native tongue as he often does when he's passionate about something. There's something light and dreamy stirring in your mind that you can tell you won't be able to shake for days. His hand stroking against your hair feels like the beginning of forever, wherever that leads you both.

#javier escuella x reader #javier escuella #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption 2 #javier escuella imagine

[strawbs-screaming]

my guess on if the boxers went to jail or not

i just feel like making this right now, enjoy

Glass joe - hes gotten into some fights but he usually loses them, ending up in him causing people to go to jail because theres no evidence thats clearer than a thousand bruises and a few broken bones

Von Kaiser - got framed for a robbery once but got proven innocent, not much other than that

Disco Kid - got some noise complaints for blasting his music a bit too loud during a party + some speeding tickets but hes clean other than that

King Hippo - public indecency issues thanks to his pants but got over that pretty quickly

Piston Hondo - hes a tad bit paranoid about laws & police so hes squeaky clean (for now)

Bear Hugger - went to court for having "illegal pets" And had to explain how mrs bear was his trainer and his Squirrel was a motivational speaker, they somehow accepted it

Great Tiger - also a careful with laws but has been pulled over for speeding, he actually hasnt had to get any fines or tickets since he teleports away as soon as he stops his car when getting pulled over

Don Flamenco - got into some fights during his teenage years, specifically with carmen's ex, he got into a nasty fight and had to stay in jail for a while

Aran Ryan - oh boy. Has been in jail for basically everything in every age, from sneaking into places hes not supposed to be in to kidnapping his pet mountain lion back from authorities, hes been to jail multiple times and usually gets anyone around him thrown into jail as well

Soda Popinski - No, but is on thin ice for his shady soda business and so are his doctors

Bald Bull - multiple times, actually! Usually from assault thanks to him attacking the paparazzi, had to be bailed out by macho mans 39 lawyers

Super Macho Man - his 39 lawyers will not let that happen, but if he didnt have said 39 lawyers he would be in jail and be swimming in fines

Mr Sandman - wrecking a entire building is sure to get some attention, specifically from the law, hes squeaky clean other than that

#punch out #headcanon #punch out headcanons #punch out wii #aran ryan #don flamenco #bald bull #glass joe #piston hondo #great tiger

[floral-force]

Omg 1st off I LOVE your writing! It’s soo amazing, I strive to write more this year and you’re the reason! But can we get some nervous Din? Basically reader is the FULL PACKAGE (wink wink) you know with their knowledge of combat, weapons, basically just badass. Meanwhile Din is LOVIN it and is just a wreck what it comes down to it! You don’t have to do this but if you do it would be appreciated <3

thank you so much for the compliment--it means so much that I've motivated you to write. please do it!!! bless the world with your words!!!

I tried my best with this!! I'm just such a sucker for soft!din that it kind of spilled out of me. I think din would just admire a skilled and badass partner and want to just soak in their presence. I hope you enjoy this!!

(requests are open! search the tags #prompt requests or #prompts and send me an ask!)

Misjudgments

din djarin x gn!reader

summary: Din Djarin reluctantly agrees to work with a partner on a hunt, and they turn out to be incredibly skilled in bounty hunting. They make him a nervous wreck, something that never happens to him. But, maybe there's more to Din's mixed emotions than he realizes...

words: 1.9k+

warnings/tags: my blog is 18+ ONLY/NO MINORS, bounty hunter reader, soft!din djarin, mention of orgasms, din is bad at feelings, mentions of canon-typical violence

read on ao3 | masterlist

Din had been so resistant to the idea of having a partner on a hunt, but Greef refused to take no for an answer. He agreed in the end; he figured he owed the man a favor because Greef had set aside a puck for Din that had a big payout. After he got the credits, he’d been able to afford not only refueling the Crest, but a few thermal detonators, a new vibroblade, and a fresh bar of soap—all luxuries he rarely indulged unless absolutely necessary. So, Din had sighed and nodded, Greef introduced Din to his partner, and then they were off. 

He hadn’t expected his unwanted accomplice to be as—if not more—capable than him. They’d boarded the Crest with an overstuffed backpack and a long duffel bag, a wry smile on their face, and an attractive body that made Din gulp and blush. How could he not notice their looks when they carried themselves with the confidence of a skilled and seasoned hunter? Karga had told Din how many years they’d been in the Guild after he asked the question for a third time, and Din had groaned at the answer. The person was still an amateur compared to him.

It certainly didn’t appear that way when Din descended the ladder from the cockpit to the cargo hold and saw them sitting on the floor taking apart their sniper rifle. It was a model Din had seen before in a couple shady, back-alley shops on Coruscant and slung over the backs of one or two other Guild members, but the one his partner was dissembling had a few modifications Din didn’t recognize. Din watched their hands deftly take it apart, moving with a level of precision only acquired by years of practice and experience he knew didn’t match the number Karga had told him. It was hypnotizing to watch them pull and twist the pieces apart and gently place them on the black canvas pad in front of their legs. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards when he saw the way their brow was furrowed with focus and their lips set in a hard line.

“Are you going to stand there all the way to Jakku?”

Their curt voice snapped Din out of his trance, and he crossed his arms. “No, I—um,” he got flustered when they looked up at him with questioning eyes and cleared his throat. “That rifle. How did—”

“How did I get it?” they finished his question with a tired sigh and a roll of their eyes. Their thumb tapped the piece in their hand, and Din watched it with eager eyes. “I bought it, that’s how,” they snapped, looking back down at the pieces in front of them.

There was a pause, Din’s helmet trained on them as they set the piece back down. Their hands were still for only a few seconds before they reached to the right and grabbed a can of oil with a thin spray nozzle. Irritation painted their face as they picked up a sleek black piece, inspecting it before shaking the can and giving a part of the piece a quick blast of oil.

“It’s a 773—”

“773 Firepuncher,” they snapped, their voice overlapping Din’s. They picked up its scope. “I bought it after my first hunt. I’m not a fan of getting too close to my quarries. This guy—” they gave Din a quick smile— “is my best friend.”

He crossed his arms. “Those aren’t easy to come by.”

“They are when you have a network, but I doubt you talk enough to have one.”

Din tilted his head at the snide remark, almost letting it slide because of the way they bit their lip and smiled to themselves. Their shoulders jumped with a suppressed laugh that should have made Din mad, but it only made his cheeks and ears turn red under the beskar. Clearly, they knew their way around their weapon—but any good hunter should. As they set down the scope and picked up the rag on their left, wiping off their fingers, he shifted and thought of something smart to say.

“So, you don’t like getting your hands dirty?” he probed.

“Oh, I will, I just think it’s…” They looked up at the ceiling and waved their hands around, searching for a word in the air. “Unproductive.” They hummed and picked up a part of the barrel. “Yeah, that’s the word. Unproductive.”

“You can just be honest and say you’ve broken your hand throwing a punch,” he shrugged. 

They laughed mirthfully. “I learned how to fight before I started hunting, Mando. Not all of us can hide underneath beskar.” 

Din’s skin went hot under his.

They looked up at him with mischievous eyes and an endearing smirk. They looked back down at their occupied hands and shrugged, tracing a finger over the barrel’s ridges and lines. 

“I just thought it’d be idiotic to start hunting while still training. Luckily, I started young—way too young, I think,” they added, eyebrows knitting together, something hard settling across their attractive features.

Din cleared his throat and leaned back against the ladder, hoping to relate on some level with them. “I began my training as a child after I was rescued by my covert.”

“I held a blaster for the first time when I was 13,” they stated.

“I think I was 11.”

They shook their head and exhaled with wide eyes. “Damn, Mando,” they chuckled, giving him a smile. “You’ve got me beat there.”

They looked back down at their work and gave the barrel a few more moments of consideration before setting it down and fiddling with the stand. Din kept quiet, observing them in silence once again. He couldn’t decide if his heart was racing from their smart quips pushing his buttons or from shy nerves. He wasn’t inclined to find out, but he did know that he’d changed his mind about them. They weren’t the incompetent, young hunter Din had thought them to be; no, it was quite the opposite. They were hardened from experiences they shouldn’t have had to go through, tough as nails, and wittier than anyone Din had ever met. They made his gloved palms clammy and left him flustered. But he didn’t hate it. Maybe he liked it. Maybe he liked them, or maybe he just envied them. But he had time to decide—their hunt hadn’t even started yet.

“Have you ever used a 773?” they asked, something in their voice wavering. They looked up at him with expectant eyes, hoping for a certain answer. What that answer was, Din couldn’t tell; he just hoped he’d give them the right one.

“Can’t say I have.” 

Din waited on edge, hoping he’d answered them correctly. They nodded and their eyes darted to the black canvas, fingers tapping against the piece in front of them. When they looked back up at Din, they gave him a soft smile that he didn’t think they were capable of. Even more surprising was that he liked it.

“Would you, um,” they bit their lip and cleared their throat. “Would you like to learn more about it? Maybe try it out when we land?”

Din was…flattered. All the hunters he knew were incredibly protective of their weapons, only sharing when absolutely necessary and always asking for everything back once the job was done. Yet here they were, offering him a piece of themselves. It threw him for a loop, but then again, this hunter was full of surprises. 

When he silently nodded, they gave him an excited smile. Din dragged over a light cargo box—kriff, he needed more rations—and plopped down in front of them, leaning forward and urging them to start talking with a wave of his hands. They eagerly began, their sentences sprinkled with nervous stutters and awkward glances. Din enjoyed it, smiling under his helmet at how their face lit up while describing an impressive shot they’d made with the rifle. For once, Din was glad he’d made a misjudgment. Maybe a partnership with them wouldn’t be that bad. Who knows—maybe he’d want to keep them around for more than this hunt.

Months later, after finishing their sixth consecutive hunt together, he told them how that moment lit a small flame inside his chest. Din held their hand in his as he told them that he’d smiled.

“You actually smile under that thing?” they teased, earning a shake of Din’s head. 

“I only smile at you,” he clarified. 

They pulled their hand away and raised their arms over their head, stretching their body with a cute grimace. They’d been occupied with their rifle for a good while now; it was an anxious habit of theirs. So, he’d decided to keep them company. It would be a while before they got to Nevarro, and Din enjoyed talking to them anyways.

“That’s—mm—good, Din.” 

Their comment was interrupted with a tiny groan from their stretch that tickled Din’s heart. Their eyes met Din’s visor and their hands dropped to the metal floor before picking up a piece of their rifle. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, drinking them in with thirsty eyes.

Din could never get enough of them. He was forever parched now that he’d had a taste of them after their third hunt. They’d been forced to drop their rifle and engage the quarry in a fight, and Din had found them with their knee on top of the Trandoshan quarry. As they put the cuffs on the quarry, they gave Din a coy smile, shrugging their shoulder to try and rub sweat off their cheek. In that moment, Din knew he wanted them, knew that the way they made him blush and stutter wasn’t due to him feeling insecure. No, he was attracted to them, and he needed them.

Later, they both came together on the floor of the Crest, their voices harmonizing in ecstasy, chests heaving in unison. Din was sweating under the helmet, the rest of his body bare and hot under their touch.

He didn’t even have to ask if they’d stay with him a little bit longer. The look in their gorgeous eyes told him all that he needed to know.

So here he sat, watching them grease their rifle yet again. Din would never get tired of watching it. Every time he saw them make a clean shot or save his ass on a hunt with quick thinking and excellent aim, his heart hammered in his chest and made him want them even more. Din’s knees went weak for them, and words failed him. 

But he couldn’t tell them all of that just yet. He’d tell them later in bed after they brought in the quarry from their most recent hunt. Din hoped they didn’t hate the room he’d booked at Nevarro’s small inn. Din hoped he wasn’t misjudging their feelings, too. They were the only person in the galaxy who could make Din care enough to feel his heart hammering in his chest. 

“Din? You here with me?” they asked, smiling.

He nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I’m here, I promise.”

“Good, you went all stiff and silent. I was nervous for a second there,” they admitted.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

They beamed at him, making his heart skip a beat. Kriff, he loved the way they made him feel. How could he ever leave someone as incredible as them?

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Human/Grandparent AU! Wooly

Prewarning for the backstory, there's nothing graphic described but there's mentions of alcoholism and unhappy marriage, yay!

Wooly Sherman was born in a tiny, cut-off-from-modern-technology rundown little town in Texas, US.

There was seldom to do in town for amusements and what activities they had were often unscrupulous or unsavoury. Even the town Sheriff – a lawmaker in a lawful town – could be found trying to pry away sheer BOREDOM with heavy drinks and gambling. He also wasn’t a stranger to starting as many bar fights as he finished; one of which ended up with him being hauled backstage in the town saloon after several cuts with a broken bottle. It was here he was tended to by a young and pretty dancer. Saloon was a girl with dreams of being an actress, but with little success in the big cities had somewhat begrudgingly ended up in this remote location getting the gigs she could on a rickety saloon stage.

A docile and respectful woman, Saloon doted on her husband and their eventual son, ignoring her husband’s late nights out and shady antics, and protecting her son from the brunt of his drunken tirades. Wooly was a happy, enthusiastic little kid that adored his papa and didn’t understand why he was always tired or grumpy – nor why he smelt so funny or why he never tucked him in goodnight the same way his mother did.

As a teen Wooly finds a job working with the town cattle boys and sheep shearers – something he comes into his element at as an athletic and competitive teenage boy, challenging other cowpokes to horse races and bull wrastlin’ with little regard for personal safety. Life was OK in a sort of mundane and repetitive way.

It all changed when Wooly came home one night to find the house a wreck, and his mother’s stuff gone. Sheriff angrily (and slurredly) told him that his mother had cleared off with a younger, richer man than Sheriff and called her vile names (truth be told she was just sick of her husband and the man she ran with was her chance to escape). Wooly and his father didn’t get on much after that and Wooly vowed to never end up in a horrible marriage like his parents (being somewhat unaware of his own sexuality at the time; small town, little education)

Wooly eventually travels to the city during his 18th year, originally seeking his mother from letters she’d sent to him apologising for her disappearance and explaining that she loved her son always but that Sheriff hadn’t been the man she’d always pretended he was. Instead, Wooly meets a travelling man by a culture he’s never known of with dreams of opening his own safe haven in Europe. Wooly thinks it sounds like a dream come true and half-jokingly asks to accompany him. The man seems delighted, introducing himself as a Mr.Smurf and asking that Wooly respectfully call him Papa. Well Wooly stopped calling his own father that a long time ago so why not, he offers his services and help getting the village started. (My hc is that Wooly is the oldest stork delivery so for humanverse I want him to be the first villager)

Wooly writes to his mom sometimes. He never wrote to his father, and the only letter he ever received in return was a note of his passing some years after settling in Belgium. Wooly had a short relationship with an English man that arrived in the village a couple of years later with his own parental issues, before ultimately discovering that Wooly just … really wasn’t all that interested in romance or family actually. In fact, Wooly couldn’t foresee any reason for him to ever end up a father, and certainly didn’t think the three new arrivals from New York would have anything to do with it later on.

Wooly knows the agreement – it was his condition in the first place. Wooly’s a good man, a kinder man than his father. But what scares him is that he sees his father in him – his temper. Wooly knows he could easily be tempted by the same activities his father wasted his life on and Wooly would never want that. He certainly wouldn’t want to fuck up a kid the way Sheriff almost did. But Wrangler Chait is just so damn PERSISTANT at hanging out with his favourite ‘Unka Wooly’. The scrimps and scrapes he gets himself up to are just like the kinds of stuff Wooly used to do as a child. And if Wrangler’s anything like Wooly was as a child, Wooly knows he deserves a better chance.

TL;DR: Butters makes oc that's specifically intended to be Spinner's kid, gets more attached to the complicated Wooly dynamic

Wooly (c) The Smurfs

Sheriff, Saloon and Wrangler are mine

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tell us about baseball au

fglkjadflkjsdaf I can talk about baseball au all day my dude! (i mean i can talk about any au anyway cause its my fav thing to do lmao)

Okay so I actually have two, one is a high school one, it's a bit darker and handles difficult topics but gold plays baseball and silver starts coming to his games, v cute stuff

The au in which baseball is the focus is pro baseball one (i came up with it on the way home from watching the astros get absolutely wrecked and i needed to cheer myself up LOL) its pokespe cause i can manipulate some stuff for example

-Green's grandfather was a pro ball player and when he was a kid he got sent off to live with Chuck who was a coach and trained him non stop

-something with silver and the masked man but idk didn't flesh that out too much but whatever it was is sad... i think his dad was a pro player or owned a team or something and he got kidnapped for a long time idk tho

-buttttt our main players (everyone is an adult so age gaps don't really mean anything?) are gold, silver, red, green, lance, surge, koga, bugsy, ruby, few others on the team really just characters I like

-Yellow is our Physical therapist cause she's got the powers lol

-Blue is like media/marketing/PR she's sometimes a little shady but its fine

-Crys is an assistant coach or something, half the players are scared of her which is fun, gold constantly talks back to her (ends up running laps a lot lol)

-ships would be gold/silver, red/green but i feel like they would be more background? the focus here is the team its like a sports anime mixed with slice of life

-just their regular season and the hijinks they get into

-its not a very serious au and there is no real plot except them playing ball and trying to win it all (they do)

-there's also an ongoing joke that no one knows who the head coach is

-pokemon are still a thing but like that one episode of Alola so is baseball LOL maybe they have their partners on the field?? IDK

-eventually i'll flush this out more but i've got 50thousand other ongoing fics cause you know I get an idea and i start writing haha

#bunny asks #pokespe #pokemon special #originalshipping #baseball au #preciousmetalshipping

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Yandere Venom (2/2)

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Tate and I pulled one another to the side, nearby the kids but also close to our car. Only as the superhero swooped into action did the other reinforcements arrive, but Venom had other plans for that. The monster slid to the ground and tore the fire hydrant from the ground. As water spewed, it was as though the alien absorbed it into his skin.

I could see half of Eddie’s face through it all. He turned back toward the building and the water started spewing from the black slime. More screams sounded from the corridors inside, and the creature seemed to pick that up. Letting the fire fighters start doing things, Venom crashed through one of the windows on the third floor. He disappeared inside, although the racing footsteps could still be heard.

A few minutes and many people’s phone storage later, the creature emerged. Venom let out a haughty laugh, seemingly engaged in casual conversation with Eddie. In several arms, he held an old woman with a broken leg, a hospitalized old man, and a young person with an IV bag. Venom emerged from the building, leaping from the fire, and people made way.

 News reporters were already attempting to swarm the man slash alien. However, he set the people down, tongue swiping over the bottom row of fangs. They then turned and jumped right back into action, disappearing into the building. Half of the fire was extinguished and smoke bloomed even higher.

Me and Tate watched the scene in awe. As I saw how Venom was capable of so much good, it almost swept what happened last night from my mind. But I remembered how desperate Eddie was. And the symbiote clearly took his side just as much.

It was almost frightening.

“Hey, Tate,” I muttered,” do you kinda have the afternoon off? We can go get some lunch once the parking lot clears up. You must be stressed.”

“Not at all,” she chirped. “But I’d love that, babe. We should get the usual. Our favorite steak place.”

“Yeah. Our favorite steak place.”

The man was on my mind and I thought to how Eddie’s ‘our place’ was a local - and quite shady - pizza place. He insisted on only that and nothing different. He stuck us in a bubble and settled only for that. Our ‘dates’ ended up going the same. Going to Marzanno’s, ordering the large pepperoni just for me to eat none of it and order a salad, and then him ranting about the latest political misdemeanor. He cared a lot about politics and justice. But when it reached the point that it took up every inch of our relationship, it became too much.

I was far happier now. And, clearly, Eddie wasn’t doing too bad for himself, either. What, with saving the world from imminent destruction and all that.

People were clapping and cheering as the fire was subdued. Venom, having done his part, removed himself from the wreckage. It was odd to witness the transformation from a bulky slime monster to a far more petite young man styling a dad bod. He met the news reporters sheepishly, and despite working in journalism, he was clearly uncomfortable.

He shoved through the crowd of microphones the best he could, maneuvering his way through. People were being led from the wrecked building, although the majority of the hospital was still perfectly alright for the time being. The panic was no less subdued, though.

I rounded the car to the driver’s seat while Tate was answering texts on her phone. The donuts inside the car were greatly melted in the box without a doubt. Just as I was opening the car door, someone smashed into me, muttering a manic apology.

I turned to meet the person, only to recognize that it was Eddie, sweating like a pig. His eyes widened in realization, and I immediately assumed he was just trying escape the chaos like we were. Tate looked up fro her phone, also caught off guard.

“Oh - hey, Y/n, great to see ya. Um, I was just squeezing by, sorry —“

“Hey, you’re Eddie, right?” I groaned internally as Tate greeted him politely.Of course she would. She was just a friendly person. “It’s really cool what you did there.”

Eddie froze in place, eyes widening. He scratched the back of his neck, exchanging glances between the pair. “Ah, just a day’s work. Y - you’re the fiancé, right? A nurse?”

“E.R. surgeon!” Tate exclaimed, puffing out her chest. “You know, you look pretty tired out. We were just heading out to our favorite steak shop. Just for saving some of the patients, if you’re interested, you can tag along.”

A charismatic - but still dreadfully awkward - grin tugged Eddie’s lips. He glanced unsurely at me, who had been silent for the entire encounter. He pursed his lips. “I mean, only if I’m not intruding on a date. I mean, I am pretty hungry since I’m feeding for two, but…”

“You’re pregnant now, too?” I quipped, trying to be as not -asshole-y as possible.

Eddie laughed, although it sounded morphed, as though it were two voices at once. “Nice one.”

“Join us, Ed! Nothing wrong with some extra company.”

Eddie prodded,” Y/n?”

“Uh, yeah. I guess it’s fine if you tag along.”

And so, it was decided. Eddie hopped into the back of the car and we were off. The restaurant was emptier than usual, probably because it was a working late afternoon. We got our usual booth, and it was odd being accompanied by my ex, who sat across from the both of us.

He looked so foreign. And from how he was looking at the menu, he thought it was all foreign here, too. It made me wonder if he’d had steak before, but I didn’t bring it up. Tate was too busy carrying the conversation. She treated Eddie like a celebrity, and it made me want to do the same.

“…Have you ever eaten here before? It’s our favorite. The service is impeccable.”

Eddie grinned, clearly still on edge. “No, uh, I’ve never really eaten at one of these fancy restaurants. I’m sure Y/n can tell ya all about it, but the local pizza joint is more my style. The one time I set up a reservation for one of these places, my date bailed.”

“Hard to believe with all the fame you’ve acquired,” Tate gasped, setting her fork down on her empty place.

Eddie scratched the back of his neck, also done with his food. Apparently, the superhero profession didn’t pay well, because he only ordered a salad. I was about done, taking my final bite. I was grateful that my existence was obsolete, except for the occasional glances Eddie would send my way.

He insisted,” Well, uh, that was before Venom showed up.”

“Does the alien speak?”

Tate’s question was immediately answered as black ink flew from the shirt, forming the floating head. He was grinning, yellow eye gleaming. Tate covered her mouth in awe, but I was more so terrified. The ‘alien,’ as Tate put it, was rather unpredictable.

“Alien,” Venom huffed. “I prefer the term ‘symbiote,’ thank you very much. And yes, I can speak.”

“O - oh!” Tate squeaked. “I’m sorry —“

“You should be —“

“Venom, down boy,” Eddie groaned. “You’re literally from another planet. By textbook definition, you’re an alien —“

“No, Eddie. I’m just an extension of you now —“

They bickered, both overpowering one another. That is, until Eddie swatted at the beast. Both went quiet, realizing that we were staring at them. Perhaps Venom was just the devil on Eddie’s shoulder. Not an extension of his wants and desires.

The monster itself was terrifying, but at least that meant Eddie was fairly harmless. Eddie grinned awkwardly, and Venom just laughed lowly in amusement. He peered around the restaurant, spotting the many phones glued to them.

“I - I guess we’re finished here,” Tate tittered,” but let me cover the bill. Uh, actually, our wedding is next week. If you’re interested, you can come.”

I could tell from the look in Eddie’s eyes that nothing pained him more to hear. I was also just as shocked by her decision, but as I looked at the floating head, I realized - regardless of the fact that he was my ex - it would be pretty cool to have the first historic alien wedding guest.

Eddie and Venom turned to stare at each other before meeting her gaze again. For the first time, I saw Venom’s grin falter, and anxiety coursed through my veins. And then, Eddie nodded, forcing a grin. 

“Uh, yeah. Sure. Give me the time and place and we’ll be there.”

~~~

I sucked in a breath as I readjusted my suit in the mirror. The moment I walked out, all eyes would be on me. I’d have to greet guests with my extra time, but all my thoughts turned to Tate. How beautiful she would look while gliding down the aisle in a dress I had yet to see. The music would swell, heat would rise to my cheeks, and I would be too enamored with her to care about what the priest was saying.

I huffed one last time before exiting the changing room into the main church area. I walked onto the pew, quickly greeting my closest friends that would stand beside me while taking my vows. I saw my family, already teary-eyed and emotional, waving to me. I saw my future wife’s friends and family, too, just as happy that she settled down with someone they approved of.

Everything was perfect. And, as I scanned the cloud, Eddie Brock was nowhere in sight. He’d flaked, just as I hoped he would’ve. He had a habit of doing so in the past, and clearly, that hadn’t rubbed off.

I refused to let my thoughts turn to him, though. Instead, I beamed, situating myself up front. I was about to say hi to my family, but all at once, the organist started playing. I stood stock straight, facing the aisle. A gentle smile tugged at my lips as I clasped my hands together.

And then, loudly, I heard footsteps thudding down the corridor. Some gaps rang out and I furrowed my brows in sheer confusion. I thought that maybe Tate was just that excited. But I was quick to realize that the person who rounded the corner was the person who I didn’t want at my wedding. Eddie Brock, dolled up in a suit, dashed in and froze on the spot in the doorway.

Horror dawned his expression. There wasn’t a trace of joy in his eyes. He held up his hands as people glared, side-stepping to one of the empty seats. “Sorry! Sorry.”

I decided it was best to ignore it. My eyes flitted back to the entrance. The music swelled, just as I anticipated. And then, Tate rounded the corner. She adorned a large gown and a veil that hit the floor. Her father was beside her, beaming with joy. My heart melted at the sight and Eddie Brock was all but on my mind.

She made her way to the pew, stepping up. She tripped ever so slightly, causing a ripple of chuckles to escape the guests, me included. Her father bid her a good-bye, and just like that, she was standing before me. We gripped each other’s hands tightly, and I swore I could get lost in her gorgeous eyes.

“Family and friends, we are gathered here today…” the priest began, but his voice was muffled.

I was far too taken by the woman in front of me to care about the priest. I’d memorizes the whole ‘in sickness and in health’ thing. And I hadn’t even come up with a speech. Tate and I rolled differently. She was the planner and I was the one who just went with my gut. And right now, with how deeply my heart exploded for her, I knew I’d have no difficulty expressing my feelings.

“…Y/n L/n, do you take this woman to be your wife?”

I did a dramatic pause for but a second. I was melting before her. She looked so perfect. She was perfect. My mouth opened, and the answer I was to give was unquestionable. Tate was the one, through all that sickness and health, that I wanted to be with.

So, I answered,” I do.”

The priest was about to continue. But then, all of a sudden, gasps tore from the audience. Tate and I, spooked from our trance, peered over. Suddenly, a shout sounded form the back, and dread consumed me.

“Fuck! Venom, don’t!”

My blood ran cold and I grabbed Tate’s hand even tighter. I was about to shout for people to run, but I was too stunned on the spot. There was an explosion of morphing black ink as the seats and guests were thrown back. And, in the wake, was the large, towering alien. There was no Eddie peeking through whatsoever, and the beast stood at least seven feet tall.

It was far more terrifying now that Venom unleashed himself in my own damn wedding.

“Run!” a voice through the crowd broke out. All panic broke loose, and Tate and I had to but exchange glances for her to allow me to start ushering her to the emergency exit in the back. Venom’s low cackle echoed as people made a mad dash to collect their things and run. 

The monster suddenly leapt from the chairs. He shot from the ground to the large, ornate chandelier above. It swung violently as Venom’s eyes scanned the crowd. I felt his yellow-slit eyes glued to my form as I pulled Tate with me. She was restrained because of her dress, and a screech escaped her lips.

When I glanced over my shoulder, I realized that the alien didn’t have the seemingly innate grin stretched across his face. It was replan with a toothy frown, and there was something - pun intended - venomous in his gaze. For the first time, I was beginning to wonder if I would meet an untimely demise.

The monster roared and leapt from the chandelier. As he did so, it collapsed completely, crashing into the aisle. It had crushed at least four people, and nothing was more terrifying than to think we were next. Venom hit the ground, but a few feet away, reaching out his arm to swipe at us.

We made it to the door just in time, swinging it open. Chills ran down my spine as the monster bellowed,” Come back, Y/n.”

The ink barely reached the door, but I tugged it shut anyways. Tate was panting, tears sliding down her cheeks. I was too fueled by adrenaline and urgency to be thinking about it all. The only thing I knew was to take my wife and run.

I grabbed her wrist, pulling her so that we could go around the building. The parking lot was a hundred yards away, and it seemed even farther because of the state of emergency we were in. Some of the guests had made it out, but they were still screaming at the top of their lungs. The wedding was in a countryside chapel, and although the scenery was beautiful, nobody was around to help.

Suddenly, a crash sounded from behind us. Tate squealed, tripping over the skirt of her dress, but didn’t fall. We both looked back, not stopping or slowing even slightly. Dust rose from the side of the building and the entire wall had been burst. And, from the destroyed wall, emerged Venom. 

And then, as his head turned to search for us, he spotted us. And the frown seemingly vanished, being replaced with something that could only be described as sadistic.

And, now even a moment later, he bounded toward us. His speed, inhuman. His strength, startling. My shoes clacked across the pavement as we arrived at our car. I’d kept it in my suit pocket, struggling to fish it out and press the button. Sweat rolled down my forehead.

From the passenger side, Tate was sobbing her heart out. The car suddenly beeped, and she threw herself inside. I swung the door open, just as Venom came to a screeching halt on the pavement. I was wary as he leapt over the car, seemingly out of sight. People were still screaming in terror, and as I shoved the key in the ignition, I was on the verge of becoming one of those people.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n!” Tate sobbed into her hands, her words hardly comprehensible. “I - if I hadn’t —“

“It’s not your fault,” I panted having the engine start up. But, just as I was about to move the clutch out of park, I was deafened by the high-pitched screech of metal. One hand cupped ear and I peered up. I realized, though, that Venom was peeling back the roof of the car with ease. It curled in its wake, only to reveal the large alien. He left footprints in our car just from standing above it, and he was grinning down at us.

“Y/n, drive!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs.

I hit the reverse. The aliens clearly caught off guard, sliding off. One bulky hand remained, though, grasping onto the metal side. I then freaked, causing him to crash into the side, letting out a grunt of annoyance. I hit the acceleration, but it was clearly all that managed to stun him, because horrifyingly, he pulled himself up.

I hit the breaks again. And yet, that didn’t stop him. Instead, his bulking form towered over the hole. With a grin, he reached in. A scream finally escaped as his hand tore off the seatbelt and captured me in his hold. Tate undid her’s and threw open the door, rolling into the street.

I whimpered, trying to shrink as much as possible. The alien held me up to his face, and I was only two-thirds of his height. He looked me over cautiously, and his eyes narrowed further.

“Now that wasn’t very nice.”

Tate rose to her feet, and Venom’s attention returned to the woman. I struggled, even as more black sludge drifted over my body to trap me further. His slime suddenly shot to from his hand, grabbing Tate. I gasped, releasing undecipherable begs and pleas. However, they fell on deaf ears.

As though she were a sling-shot, the woman was lifted from the ground. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, but it all went silent as Venom tossed her into the air at high speed, only to bring her back to the pavement.

Her body splattered Exploded. I was stunned from the sight, and yet, I couldn’t look away. Tate had been murdered in seconds. The bones fo the corpse were hardly intact, and I wanted to throw up. Just a moment ago, the love of my life had been alive and breathing. 

The monster was panting furiously. “Hungry…” he muttered under his breath, before turning his attention to me. “You know, Eddie speaks often about the importance of justice. And I think that was justice.”

“H - how… could you?” I croaked, not able to lit my gas or prevent the stream of hot tears from escaping. “What is wrong with you?”

Venom chuckled, bringing me closer. I had no choice but to stare into the glowing, yellow orbs that struck me with fear. His tongue swiping over his top row of fangs, taking in my terror. He was enjoying every second of it. And, I couldn’t help but wonder, if Eddie had some sort of say in this.

“Says the one that so recklessly tossed Eddie to the curb,” he hummed. “Bit it’s alright. Eddie will be pleased. And I certainly am…”

“Just kill me!”

“Now why would I do that? You’re meant to be with us. It was supposed to be us standing at that alter. And it will be in the future now that we have you for good. There’s no escaping, Y/n. So… don’t even try.”

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