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devilmademewriteit · 1 year

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completely inspired by a gif set u reblogged. Javi helping you into a bullet proof/tactical vest. you’re scared and he just says a gentle “arms up” as he secures the velcro. he’s scared as well, doesn’t wanna lose you, doesn’t want you to get hurt. but it’s like the fear, the adrenaline, has your emotions haywire and you look into his eyes as he takes hold of your hand so gently and tells you that you’re gonna be okay, and you just want to kiss him, and he wants to kiss you too, but then it’s time to go, and he tells you “later”

IDK WHAT THIS IS LMFAO Javi brings the slut outta me

you’ve inspired me anon here is a TINY FIC/DRABBLE YEEEEEEEE

pairing: javier peña x fem!afab!reader

warnings: fem!afab!reader; use of pet name ‘sweetheart’; canon-typical allusions to violence; language; ANGSTY POO

omg I can’t believe there’s no smut. GUYS I WROTE SOMETHING WITHOUT SMUT. I loooove writing my javi tho so while im busting my ass working on Salvatore part 3 feel so free to leave me lil thingies like this.

-em<3

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“Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have, but—”

It was never supposed to be like this.

It was just a summer job — something safe, boring, admin and agendas and addendums. Should’ve known better, taking a government job in the world’s most dangerous city.

She should’ve known better, taking a government job in the world’s most dangerous city. Shit. My chest feels like it’s on fire, burnin’ through kerosene.

Is she gonna clock how unsteady I am?

Javi’s footsteps echo down the nearby hallway; you recognize them immediately, and their slanted, hard-right-drag-left rhythm. He comes lumbering through the door, cradling tactical gear between his big, bulging biceps. God, you’d had… thoughts about those biceps.

Even now, with the embassy under cartel-siege, it’s oh-so-hard to push away the x-rated daydreams swirling inside your stress-addled mind.

And he doesn’t look scared.

Fuck, she looks so scared.

“Here,” he says, extending the protective vest towards you. Gingerly peeling your hips off of the desk at your back, you extend your fingers to greet and grab at the rough, thick canvas. The sheer weight of it makes your heart lurch into your throat. Neither one of you lowers your hands.

The dark-green-death-sweater you’d seen him wear so many times, cursing yourself for registering, for caring about what it meant.

That it meant Peña — schmoozing, cocky, effortlessly crude Javier Peña — was going into the field.

So neither of you let go.

The stupid vest had always served as a kind of divining rod, leading you both to the real source of your constant bickering, your irritation and the look of mutual, unabashed worry you had shared as a soldier came bursting into the office, panting in tune with the sirens, carrying news of the currently unfolding attack.

Caring without meaning to.

Giving a shit without wanting to.

“I-“ you swallow, trailing off, cursing the swelling bubble forming at neck-breaking speed inside your throat, “I don’t know what to do with this.”

Of course she doesn’t. That one’s on me. ‘Thing like her should never have to wear one of these.

Shouldn’t even have to see one of these.

“S’okay,” he mutters, taking the burden of the gear into his hands, brow furrowing into a look of delicate responsibility. “Turn around.”

Under different circumstances, those words might’ve (embarrassingly enough) enticed a very different feeling from you.

Now, they were simply effective.

Acceding, you rotate, painfully slowly as every hair along your spine lifts, one after the other. Peña shuffles, adjusting both himself and the gear to stand close — too close — behind you.

“Arms up, sweetheart.”

You listen, dragging your arms up into the static air, trying to ignore the soft edge in his voice. It reminds you of something.

Something like resistance.

Stifled want.

Desire with a sock shoved down its bone-dry throat.

And it’s so level, so calm. How is he so calm?

Can she tell I’m totally freaking out?

Your shoulders sag under the weight of the vest. Jesus. It’s so much heavier than you’d imagined. Not quite as heavy as the feeling of doom settling over you, grief from the naive sense of safety you’d walked into work with.

Just this morning.

Javi busies himself with the Velcro, uncharacteristically silent. His knuckles brush the insides of your wrists, and you try to resist it — God, you really do — but all efforts to keep those prickling tears at bay are undertaken in vain.

You quiver slightly, face burning in shame.

Is she shaking?

Gentle, unusually gentle when his fingers wrap around your upper arm, spinning you around to face him once more.

“Look at me.”

You do. His shadowed eyes swim, dance, rage with experience, and you’re left envious, wishing that you’d hardened yourself to the world in the same way. How many times had this man woken up, driven to work, drunk his morning coffee and smoked his morning smoke, accepting that it could be his last?

Knowing Peña, he probably found ways not to think about it.

For sure, he didn’t think about it.

But you did.

Every time that vest came out.

“Everything’s gonna be fine, alright?”

It’s an almost whisper, a mere brush of air against your brow. His own creases in earnestness as he utters the pledge.

“How can you do this for a living?”

You don’t mean for it to come out so rough and jagged, hissing for help like a neglected kettle on the stove. Javi offers you a smile of understanding as though remembering his own first time.

Then, before either of you can stop it, he places the flat of his palm to your cheek.

And you can’t keep from noticing how easily the calloused pad of his thumb molds to your complying skin.

“You get used to it,” he returns, and every word is coated, soaked in the sad, tragic truth. “Though this part’s always hard.”

Nothing exists beyond the smell of tobacco on his breath and the total absorption in his eyes. You’re sure the latter is mirrored in your own, too.

Timid, uneasy, begging him to ease the discomfort for you. “What part is this?”

The part where I lie to you. The part where I bubble-wrap the only thing in this country worth protecting into a shitty, almost useless accessory of war.

The part where I remember—

Is it the part where we remember how easily we could lose each other?

And we don’t even have each other, for God’s sake. Lookin’ up at me as if she can trust me, and the only thing I’ve been able to trust for years is that the moment will come, that moment where it all just gets to be too much and fuck—is this it? Maybe—

This is the part where we—

Kiss her, God, I just wanna fuckin’ kiss her—

Kiss?

“Peña! Time to move!”

Murphy’s voice slices — easily — through the tentative moment of uncertainty. It erodes the softness of Javi’s features into that familiar, hardened stone.

His hand drops from your face, but the tracings linger.

If you couldn’t trust the world outside, maybe you could trust Javi inside. Maybe he’d learned to live without something to lean on, but you weren’t yet prepared to go on—

She doesn’t know how much I fuckin’ need her. Or how many times I’ve tried to say it—and in so many ways—but every time I open my goddamn mouth it just comes out… wrong. Like it’s not enough. Like it’s not true that I can finally fuckin’ breathe when she’s… just… existing around me. Like losing her wouldn’t mean goin’ on—

Faithlessly. Radically accepting the confusing, overwhelming uncertainty of the world.

He clears his throat.

“I’ll see you after.”

Your gaze tumbles down, averting the twinge of dishonesty in his own at his promise.

“Yeah—yeah, see you after.”

He backs away without turning. For a moment, you think he’s gearing up to say something. Something like he always says, like, don’t be a fuckin’ idiot, or use your head or maybe even a smile, sweetheart.

But he doesn’t. He just shakes his head, his dark hair tumbling around and exaggerating his hesitation. Although it hurts, you force yourself to watch as he walks away. How he bows his crown, brings a hand up to anxiously rub at the side of his jaw, the roundness of his shoulder responding and near-bulging under the blue cotton.

Admittedly, a kiss from Javier Peña would’ve been nice.

But to be cradled between those arms, wrapped up in him instead of the goddamn tactical gear squeezing, robbing the air from your lungs…

That would’ve been it.

When this is all over, you think to yourself.

And as Javi greets Steve, apologizing for the delay, the hand squeezing his gun feels strangely empty, haunted by the novelty of touching your burning skin.

When this is all over, he thinks to himself.

Anyways, isn’t that what faith is? Making plans for later, as if anyone’s ‘later’ is promised, a guarantee? As if either of you could count on tomorrow?

Yeah, that’s gotta be it.

Joining the gaggle of scared, hopeless government employees, desperate for reassurance, for the realization blooming inside the depths of your knowing; you pause, letting it hit you, translating it into words…

“—I have it.”

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gritsandbrits · 6 months

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Funny stuff i often think about in my rewrite of shrek the third

There's a character named Walter Crumpet who is a medieval version of Walter Cronkite, he's known as the most trusted man in far far away

Bruce and charming holding auditions for an execution as if it they're doing a performance

Shrek loses his fear of fatherhood but gains a new one: geese

"In a once in a lifetime move science and magic works together to take down religion!"

One of the contestants at the aforementioned audition is a rendition of lady gaga's bloody mary sung by the actual legend herself (no seriously she climbs out of a mirror to sing the chorus)

Sleeping Beauty dates the Sandman (no not that one, not THAT one either)

Gwynn's full name is Gwenhwyfar but she calls herself Gwynn due to a lot of women having the same name

Rhodanthe's only other friend is Ophelia of Hamlet fame; they met after Rho catches Ophelia floating around in her fishing pond

Rhodanthe working at the medieval equivalent to Claire's except its called Faire's.

John Delaney voices Lancelot - no wait that's actually canon lol

In this version Harold doesn't die but experiencing a frog life's crisis he also requested the song to play at his funeral much to Lillian's duress

Artie's sword comes in the form of a pen

The soundtrack includes everything from current hits to 80s rock to royalty free music to royalty music to video game OSTs.

One scrapped ending was Artie ultimately rejecting his claim in favor of becoming a writer. Get it? king AUTHOR

Handheld mirrors double as cellphones so there's psa on not being on your mirror while you ride your horse

Nimue is Merlin's ex wife and living her best life in the enchanted forest as a hippie

The scene where Gwynn is getting the Movie Makeover with the Evil Queen being her stylist and she asks which lipstick flavor Gwynn prefers, and Gwynn throws out randomly "lightning in a bottle" and the evil queen shows an actual lipstick shade

Doris knows the exact brand of Chapstick Charming uses much to everyone's disgust

The aforementioned lightning in a bottle shocks your lip to a glossy shade and you're not allowed to eat drink or kiss anything for 30 min

During the villain attack Walter Crumpet interviews one of them as it happens as calmly and plainly like a regular interview instead of villains busting up the place

Said interview ends with the villain making a shoutout to Gwynn Who sees the whole event back at the Poison apple, looking absolutely mortified

Charming's dad name isn't anything fancy or glorious like Brutimus or Bruciel. It's just Bruce. And charming treats it as the most metal thing ever

Broken mirrors often sound like static so you have to physically move the mirror like you would an antenna

Shrek immediately rejecting "Shrek Jr." As a name suggestion.

Rho gets asked if she ever tried out for Quadball (Quidditch)

The axe Charming got in his medieval meals turns out to be a chekovs gun

Gwynn's favorite Chapstick flavor is bubblegum

Artie has a secret stash of "Maidens" magazines obviously a play on Playboy

Gwynn attempts to teach Charming how to be a real king by replicating a sequence from Aardman's Next

Rho continually refers to Shrek as the Green Knight much to his insistence that he isn't

Fiona meets Igraine's ghost and admits that's the least weirdest thing she's ever seen

Godmother REALLY got around in her younger years

Just the fact Godmother isn't a witch she just appropriated some of their customs for her business, such as with capitalism

Merlin showing shrek and co. his entire Arsenal of magic Matrix-style complete with the iconic black suits

Artie's favorite band is the Bremen Town Musicians and yes they are farm animals

The Bremen Town Musicians also play along the opening theme of the story

Just the opening theme being another Joan Jett song (I Love Rock and Roll)

Far Far Away's waffle house being the only place tho stays open even during the occupation

Charming tries to intimidate shrek's friends like in the canon movie but he gets ficking roasted instead. It's so bad the other villains sneak in a laugh

Gwynn taking Charming out for a night in the town to show him real adult fun which results in a bar fight, drag carriage race, and egging mansions

Charming accidentally breaks the window of said mansion because he confused a small rock with an egg

Walter Crumpet storms out of mansion with a boomboom stick as gwynn and charming run off

Bruce is played by none other than Ash Williams himself. He even says groovy at some point.

Sir Cumference is the same species as Humpy Dumpty

Charming'd first rule as king is free cherry Chapstick

The princesses are a precure style sentai team complete with sparkly transformation sequences and cheesy attack phrases

Every time Charming and Artie shares the same scene someone mentions how much they look alike

The bad wolf after seeing red riding hood: "oh no not this bitch"

The single most important reason behind Rhodanthe's name: so that every time someone greets her they start singing the row row row your boat song

The villains argue whether to eat the three little pigs due to the moral implications of eating animals with clear human sapience and intelligence

Gwynn and Charming fight each other with swords in a subtle allegory for hate sex while the other villains cheer them on

The fight gets featured on Ye Olde Worlde Star (yes it exists in the shrek universe)

A scrapped subplot the ones where the triplets are born early, one of them (Felicia) gets left behind and Gwynn ends up taking care of her. She absolutely squees at the sight bc ogre or not that's still a baby and the cutest thing EVER

The message of the movie is "white men really do ruin everything"

Despite being one of the most powerful magicians ever Merlin can't figure out how it's possible for a donkey and a dragon to have kids

The villains having beef with a frog

Charming finds out Fiona may possibly be his cousin and leaves which is immediately followed by the sound of him vomiting in the trash can. Poor bastard

Bruce referring to himself as a manly badass hero

Friar's Bot having to drop the Fat part due to being deemed offensive

"Nine thousand channels and nothing to watch!" Bruce grumbled while flipping through the crystal ball

Frat Boy Snow White

Rho leading an army of swans against the villains like a WW2 aerial crusade

Cinderella sanitizing everything she uses and uses a leech as a vacuum cleaner

Every scene Bruce has a different woman on his shoulder absolute CHAD

Punch and Judy is a action figure called Punchin' Judy that Gwynn still owns it is a marionette with boxing gloves that can say dozens of different phrases

I kept the fight scene where Hook plays the piano the whole time cuz it's simply too good to leave out with the added bonus of EVERYONE singing

Famous celebs includes Katy Fairy, Sir Tom, Janet Jacksondottir, Pinke, and Zendaya. Yep her name still the same.

At the end where everything is over and charming and gwynn do their anguished love announcement and kiss and it's a cute scene but then they REALLY get into the kiss much to everyone's annoyance. Shrek forcefully breaks them apart.

The monster trees uses wood furniture

Charming having no real plan after takin the throne bc he didn't think he even get this far

#i have a ton of material we're just getting started #shrek #shrek oc

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angelsdean · 1 year

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i do want my empty rescue i'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition full circle moment however. i do think it would be funny if my caspala crack theory were real djskfd like dean gets to heaven and starts driving and then cas's voice comes in thru the radio and yea jack got him out of the empty but something....is not right with him...(my it's really jack, but chuck is secretly there too / it's actually the god-power corrupting jack flavor of the chuck won theory) and so cas is hiding out in baby (possessing the car) bc jack-chuck wants to keep them apart since dean + cas have always been the ones to foil his plans, the ones that weren't supposed to be part of the story together etc etc. so cas is like whispering to dean abt all this with urgency (and very conveniently avoiding the confession) and dean (who still is nervous as heck to acknowledge all that and still trying to work out his own doubts and hangups bc what if he messes this all up with cas???) follows cas's lead and is relieved to not have to confront all of that right this minute. so they go for a drive.

and cas tells dean what he's learned so far in heaven helping 'jack' rebuild things. and he tells dean where to find the portal to the multiverse and about these 'fail safes' chuck left around that jack refuses to meddle with (and that's one of the things tipping cas off that jack is not truly jack. because jack would not just sit back and let all the worlds including their own get destroyed after they fought so hard to save everyone!!!) and so dean and cas(pala) decide to take on this hunt together and they go universe hopping and they find this one last earth universe w/ a version of dean's parents that he can save and they do that !!! and when dean gets stuck in the akrida queen's portal he sends cas(pala) through to help them defeat the queen. and then cas keeps mary safe as she takes down the queen<3 and dean drives them back through the portal.

then "jack" intercepts bobby in heaven and finds out where dean has gone (still does not know abt caspala) and goes to wrangle dean back to heaven. and then they get back to heaven and "jack" tells dean to stop meddling and stay put, drive around, take in the sights, go visit your real parents. so dean gets back into baby and starts driving to lull "jack" into a false sense of security but yea, after seeing jack again in person he's convinced something is not right. so he and cas drive on, and it's quiet for a long stretch of road. a tape starts to play though dean hasn't put one in and he realizes it's his mixtape to cas that cas is playing through baby's speakers. and dean grins all soft and goofy and lovesick. because now he's had the time to process some things, and the time to heal a bit via his AU parents' stories and finding hope there.

so they drive somewhere quiet with a nice view and dean pulls over and says, "hey buddy (affectionate) there's uh, there's some stuff we gotta talk about." and the speakers crackle with static. "you kinda left me hanging back there...i didn't really get a chance to...well, there's just something i need to say. something i've wanted to say for a long time."

and, even though it's risky, even though "jack" may be watching, cas appears in the passenger's seat. and dean looks up (still beautiful, still dean winchester) and he smiles softly and finally, finally says, "i love you too, cas. of course i love you." and cas's eyes get big a teary and dean desperately gets up in his space, slides across the seat and pulls him into a nose-breaking kiss<3 and then of course they get to the whole saving their kid part of the story and busting out of heaven forreals!

#this got so long it was just gonna be like a paragraph dhkjdfg #basically wrote a ficlet here lmao #but caspala theory is just. both so so funny and deranged but also simultaneously could be serious and sincere ?? i love it #spnwin #caspala #deancaspala #vic.txt

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Hi, me again! I really enjoyed the eggman Utopia fic you wrote for me, and I wanted to ask if you could continue that, where the reader somehow makes contact with sonic and his friends and they plan to rescue the reader, so in order for that to work the reader has to distract eggman from noticing that team sonic is in his base by giving him affection and kissing him as an apology. Making him think that they finally accept that there’s no point in trying to escape him so the reader might as well embrace it. Just as the reader and eggman are in a passionate kiss, team sonic bust in the room and successfully saves the reader. Also can you keep this SFW please? Thank you so much.

This is a continuation, read Utopia here first.

No worries, the fics on here are kept SFW for the most part so you're all good :) This is actually a decent length, lol.

Note: The ending gets REALLY dark, actually the whole story is dark, please be warned that this was meant to be horrific not romantic. Despite this being a Sonic story... it is not for kids like most of my writing.

Dystopia

Yandere! Eggman Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Deception, Obsession, Isolation, Attempt at escape, Forced relationship, SFW as usual so I tried not to make things graphic for you, Darling has trauma, Violence, Forced kissing, Vague mature themes.

Months felt longer when your life has been primarily metal walls. Robotnik had managed to forgive you for your disagreement on beliefs eventually. By the end of your punishment you felt scared to be forced into isolation again.

Like usual... you're dressed in black clothes with the Eggman Empire logo over your heart. You resent him even more than you did before since your argument. Your time in the cell only made you realize one thing.

You had to bring him down.

Robotnik had trouble trusting. In order to get anything done you had to sacrifice your self-integrity. You'd do anything to just have the world stay clean.

That's what you'd keep reminding yourself. You were doing this for home, you were doing this for Sonic, you were doing this for you. You'd do anything the get out of this chemically smelling base.

You tried not to be suspicious. You became loyal to your captor in exchange for small freedoms. You did whatever he asked... whenever he asked for it.

This change was something the tyrant enjoyed. Any chance of him catching on you quickly squashed. You worshipped him, all with a cute smile and adoring touch.

All until you had freedom to roam the base.

The first thing you did? Search for the communications room to somehow contact Sonic. Having been around Robotnik enough, you had ways to hack the bots roaming the room temporarily.

It's showtime.

Quickly your fingers glide across the inputs on the screen until you could find Tails' lab. You had confidence the young fox would tell Sonic if you were in danger. After all, you were friends too.

Upon hitting call you listen to a soft buzz from the machine. You feel cold sweat drip down your back at the thought of Robotnik finding you out. Hopefully he was busy.

You flinch when static appears on the screen of the communications device before clearing into a video of Tails. The fox looked suspicious until he saw you. You see the surprise on his face before he answers in a panicked voice.

"There's no way... it can't be you!" Tails gasps, eyes looking over your attire. You could see sadness in his eyes at the situation. You smile softly.

"Did you think I was dead or something?" You grimly joke, hurriedly glancing at the oblivious badnik guards.

"No- But you went off the grid! What's going on?"

You bite your lip... recalling the more unsavory details before deciding to spare the young fox.

"I'm a captive at Robotnik's base. There's no need to worry, I'm not loyal to the man in the slightest." You take a moment to breathe, fear making it hard to obtain air. "Care to help a friend out if I give you the coordinates?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course!" Tails answers. "I'll get Sonic to help form a rescue team."

"Bring a lot of firepower. I have a feeling Eggman isn't going to give me up easily. I'll keep him occupied. Don't set off the alarm, okay?" You smile at the idea of escape and the fact you used the nickname Robotnik hates with a passion.

"Alright... what did you mean by that, if I may ask?"

You go silent... shaking your head.

"Don't worry your furry little head, Tails." You tease in a comforting tone. "Just take these directions and go."

You tap away at the machine, sending the fox the coordinates before shutting down the machine. You check to make things exactly the way they were before leaving. The hacking program you set up, after months of observing Robotnik and previous knowledge from Tails, is promptly deactivated before you continue your walk.

Now you just had to play your part.

---

You had no idea how long it would take for them to get there or who Tails was planning on sending. You had a feeling at the very least Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, and Amy would be there... but you hoped that would be enough. You had no idea just what Robotnik would do to keep you.

While waiting for salvation, you distracted Robotnik and your own mind. You acted like you usually did, a pet and servant to a tyrant. Meanwhile you only thought of your friendship with your Mobian friends.

While you sit on the large man's lap, you distanced yourself while he held you. You thought of Sonic saving the day once again. You thought of tinkering with Tails. You thought of the relaxation you spent with Knuckles on his island. You even thought of the friendly picnics Amy would always set up for her human friend.

You want to smile and breathe in fresh air. You want to lay down on green grass and laugh. You want to look into the clouds and talk with friends.

You never wanted to be a part of a dystopia.

You never wanted to be with Robotnik, even if he was the only other human in the world.

You were happy with how things were. Your smile cracked when you felt Robotnik hold you closer. Reality came crashing back down on you... and you wondered when you'd be saved.

"I feel we've been making progress." Robotnik states, grinning.

"Based on reports, sir?" You ask softly, turning your attention to him.

"Well, I feel my... our utopia is coming together. Even more so since your loyalty to me. Doesn't it feel better not to fight?"

You hope the crew has decided to come in stealthily and not set off the alarm. You take a deep breathe, turning in his lap and smiling.

"Yes. It feels better without having to struggle, dear."

You press your hands onto his shoulders, shoving your face into his neck and cringing. You didn't want to put up with this any longer.

"Well aren't you affectionate...."

"I want to apologize."

Robotnik pauses, encouraging you to continue.

"I wasn't very considerate when we fought. I want to say..." You lean to whisper into his ear. "I'm sorry."

Robotnik is silent, clearing his throat and readjusting his hold on you.

"Really? What a change...."

You sense him catching on.

"Of course... so why don't you just sit back for me."

"(Y/N)?" He says your name in a tone that shows you caught him off guard. You grin teasingly. Internally, you pray this is enough.

"You've done so much work for the two of us. All I've done is cause you trouble. Let me remedy that...."

You let your mind go blank before forcing your lips onto his. There's no movement... only a long pause that makes you concerned. You go to pull away, unsure, until Robotnik slaps his hand on the back of your hand to stop you.

He wasn't letting this moment go to waste.

You remind yourself to just go along with it until your friends come to help. You ignore how it feels. You ignore how he holds you. You just think of freedom...

... and freedom came.

An alarm sounded way too late, causing Robotnik to begrudgingly stop the kiss. You can't get rid to the taste and try to hide your disgust. Moments later you see the door bust open and you're pushed off Robotnik's lap.

In the doorway stands Knuckles, Tails and Amy behind him. You can't hide your smile anymore but your brows crease.

"Where's...?"

"He wanted to make a big entrance." Amy winks before they step aside.

As if on queue, Sonic bursts in with quills surging with a poweful yellow. Your excitement only grows and you can't help but laugh.

"You."

Robotnik seethes, glaring at both you and your friends as soon as you ran to them.

"You LIAR. You SCHEMING FIEND!"

You narrow your eyes at him, standing behind your friends.

"Takes one to know one, huh?"

"You AREN'T leaving. I'll kill them... then I'll take you back! I'll make you a ROBOT if I have to! I'LL-"

You flinch and Sonic steps in front.

"Enough talk, Eggman. Let them go."

"Willingly? You've lost your MIND, hedgehog!"

With that, a button is pressed. You knew what that means... badniks and a new mecha machine Robotnik had created. Your fear only encouraged the others to take you away.

"You got this, Sonic! We'll escort (Y/N)!"

You trusted Sonic to get things done. All that mattered now was escape. Eagerly you gave the others instructions to where potential exits could be. You've been here so long... yet with your friends by your side...

You can taste freedom on your tongue.

---

As per usual, Robotnik made an overly grande machine to fight the hedgehog. Rage boiled within him at the super hedgehog. Everything was going so well!

Now all due to your plan he was back at square one.

"Why don't you ever just stay STILL!" Robotnik seethes, making attempts to blast away the hedgehog with rockets.

"What did you do to them, Eggman!?" Sonic yells. "You took them here... for what reason!?"

"None of your business, hedgehog!"

"I've never seen you care for anyone like this!"

"Don't taunt me!"

"I bet you don't care that you hurt them, do you?"

The mech takes more damage as Sonic hits into it. Alarms blare in the madman's ears, he grits his teeth. Life only ever got more annoying.

"If they stopped fighting, they'd be happy!" Robotnik growls. "Why do they care so much about you? They could've had it all if they listened!"

Sonic only ever hit the mech more. Robotnik felt the metal walls giving in. Things never went his way.

"I think we both know the answer to that question, Eggman."

Another blow... the mech catches fire.

Robotnik hated to admit it, but the hedgehog was right. They do both knew why you never listened to him. He's a tyrant... he only ever thinks about himself... he's only ever hurt you in an attempt to satiate his own desires...

... and now he's just lost to his greatest enemy, again, all because you managed to outsmart him.

As the mech goes down and he feels things crumble around him... he grins.

He's almost impressed.

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Victory has never tasted so... bittersweet. It was funny to think. After all... you're home, right? You're safe... the danger is gone.

You have your wish. You can lay on the grass... you can breathe in the clear air... you can look up into the clouds! Why does it not feel the same?

Deep down, you know. You remember the months you went through with Eggman. The memories echo in your mind no matter how much you try to forget about them

It's sad and strange... you're both human yet so different. It upsets you that you can't relate to someone so like you in species. Oh well... you sigh... life is cruel.

All you can do is be thankful that you have your Mobian friends. Said friends are incredibly happy to have you back. When you were back on fresh grass... you were bombarded in hugs.

Caring hugs.

You nearly cried.

Tails expressed worried apologies towards you, you told him it isn't his fault. Sonic and Knuckles reassured you you're safe and showed anger at how you were treated, you said you're okay. Amy wanted to talk about what happened to help... you said you were fine.

Truth is, they didn't need to hear the details. What happened... happened. With time you were sure you'd mend your wounds.

Yet you also accepted you'd never be the same. You were just happy to be home, you were just happy to have your own clothes. You never asked Sonic what happened to Eggman after the battle.

You just hoped you'd never have to see him again... if you did, you'd make sure he could never hurt anyone else ever again.

#yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere doctor ivo robotnik #yandere doctor eggman

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Erm, what the scallop?!?!?

His legs shook with exhaustion, even as his feet pounded heavily against the forest floor. All those years of swimming and his extra large lungs were coming in handy, but now they were scalding hot. He felt like he was burning from the inside, panting heavily while his body was pushed to its limit. He didn't know how long he'd been running, and right now he didn't have time to wonder about it. His mind felt like static and pin needles, loud and screeching at his body to keep going long past his typical point of exhaustion. Branches snapped across his face, leaving red marks and scratches as he left them behind; thorns tore into the fabric of his clothes, the long gashes doing anything but slowing him down. He didn't know how long he'd been running, but what he did know was that he couldn't stop running. Not now, not if he wanted to live. The woods were silent and still, his presence cutting through the dead atmosphere like a garish wound. The animals had all hidden away in their burrows. They knew what was coming. They were smarter than he was.

Suddenly, the forest floor began rapidly approaching, the wind no long rushing back and passed him, but up and passed him. Foot had met stray root, and now face was about to meet ground. He landed with a thud, his body skidding and scraping before coming to an unceremonious stop. He grunted, exhaustion hitting him even as his eyes twitched from the stinging of his scrapes. Shaky arms attempted to lift him upright, only to give out underneath him. He was far too acquainted with the dirt here for his liking. His heavy breathing filled his ears, blood mixing with sweat and dirt, fatigue overpowering the fear flowing through him. Every second he stayed there was a second closer to meeting his end. A second closer to it catching him. But he couldn't move. His body had finally reached its end, fully giving out, leaving him to die.

A howl, long and sorrowful, rang between the trees, reverberating through the sky. He inhaled sharply as his body jerked with violent tremors. This was it. This was the end. The world would never again hear from Martin Kratt.

It had been several long, suspenseful minutes since the blood-curdling howl had split through the air, and he was still alive. At least, he was pretty sure he was. He opened one eye tentatively and was met with the gaze of a small creature resembling a rabbit, its nose only centimeters from his own. He gasped and bolted upright, frantically scooting backwards across the ground, still unable to stand. His expert eyes recognized it for what it was. The rabbit-like thing had opened its jaw impossibly wide, rows of razor sharp teeth snapping together where his face had just been. His hands searched the ground around him, his eyes never leaving the little predator, until finding a stick to defend himself with. It hopped once toward him and he swung at it with all he had left. It wasn't much, but it was enough to cause the, whatever it was, to stumble sideways and let out an indignant squeal before hopping off, deciding this prey was too much work for something of its diminutive size. Martin sighed and slumped against a nearby tree trunk. A little were-bunny was a welcomed foe compared to what he and his brother had been tracking. If he was still alive, that meant it had stopped hunting him. And if it had stopped hunting him, then that meant… oh no. Chris. He struggled to stand, trying to use the tree as support. He took one trembling step before his legs gave out beneath him once more, sinking to the ground with a frustrated sigh. He wasn't going to get anywhere like this. Perking up in hope, he brought his wrist up to his face. If Chris was alive and well, maybe he could contact him through his creature pod! Those hopes were dashed against the jagged edges of the busted device. Destroyed. He grimaced at the sparks that shot up in an attempt to leave a burning kiss on his cheek. His chest constricted and he started breathing heavily again, emotions overwhelming him. How could he have left his brother like that? He was the big brother, he was supposed to protect him. He failed. And now Chris was… well. He didn't know. And that uncertainty was threatening to eat him alive.

His eyes pricked as hot tears started brimming in his waterlines. He was powerless, unable to help himself, let alone Chris. No way of knowing if Chris was alright, or even alive. Fat, slow tears began making the steep trek down his face, leaving light streaks as they carried away some of the dirt coating his skin. He grit his teeth, eyes screwed shut as he ripped the device from his wrist and chucked it violently against the tree that had been supporting him in this moment of intense weakness. This wasn't at all how this adventure was supposed to go. None of this was supposed to happen.

Somewhere nearby, a bird chirped happily from a high bough. Sniffling wetly, he looked up, his gaze scanning his surroundings properly for the first time. He was in a thinner part of the woods, not exactly a clearing, but the trees weren't as tightly packed together here. An opening in one of the rotted trunks of an old oak caught his attention. It wasn't the nicest of hotel rooms, but he needed a place to rest. If he couldn't help his brother now, then the next best thing would be to rest and help him when he had the strength to find him. He sat for a few more minutes, eyes closed and head tilted back against the rough bark. Breathing deeply, he braced himself against the tree and forced himself to his feet. He tentatively made his way to the tree with the hollow before he fell to his knees in front of it. Moving a few pieces of rotted bark before curling himself snuggly inside. It was a little small, but it would do. As he settled in, more birds began joining the first, and soon the woods were filled with the sounds of life. The peaceful sounds were like a lullaby to Martin, his eyes drooping heavily now that he was no longer in immediate danger.

"I'll come back for you, Chris. I promise I'll find you again." He sighed, finally succumbing to unconsciousness as the forest buzzed around him.

#erm what the scallop #blue boy panic attack real?!?!#thats the title of this chapter #anyways this au is called #Where the Wild Things Are #i think thats a title for something already #idc its my au now #wk #wild kratts #fanfic #chris kratt #martin Kratt

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Two Become One - Joel Miller x Reader

Chapter 9 of Let Me Save You

Summary: Joel follows through with his promise and after a day of reunions he promises you more

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: none I believe

Notes: REWRITTEN (28th March 2023)

Y/N’s POV

I’m being shaken away by an overly excited and beaming Joel, he’s so bright and happy it’s almost blinding and I just groan, pressing my face into my pillows. Joel’s been disappearing again over the last week or so but there’s no worry eating away at the back of my mind this time, knowing what he’s doing. Even though I know he won’t let me help in any way, wanting it to be somewhat of a surprise as he won’t tell me a single word. Ellie’s sprinted out the house a few times yelling how she won’t tell me anything when I’ve tried to corner her and suddenly Tommy’s nowhere to be seen. If I can’t a glimpse of him in town he’s immediately turning around and walking the other way so he doesn’t ruin anything for me again.

“Baby! Get dressed!” Joel’s grinning, rushing around the room to find me clothes and grabbing the hairbrush so he can sort my hair out. He hates how much I just drag the hairbrush through it, pulling it through the knots without much care for pulling them out. He doesn’t understand how it doesn’t hurt me so I agree to let him to do my hair from then on, not wanting to see the puppy dg eyes that I can never say no to, “Come on!”

I slip into the jeans that hug my figure and the flannel that I know it Joel’s, tucking it into my jeans before pulling on the socks and shoes he’s laid by my feet. He’s dressing me up smarter than usual and keeps his mouth shut, except for that grin, while gently teasing the brush through my bedhead until it feels silky smooth. He runs his fingers through it, separating it to put it half up but with twists and it tugs a soft smile onto my own face, knowing he’s thinking about Sarah fondly when he presses a loving kiss to the crown of my head before spinning me around into a hug. We stand together for however long until the radio I didn’t realise Joel had on him releases a static sound before Tommy’s voice fills the room, “You better not be doing her Joel!”

Joel sighs fondly, clicking the radio on and replying, “On our way now dickhead.” Before turning it back off and grabbing my hand. I send him a narrowed look, suspicious to what he’s up to but I follow him. I would always follow Joel, trusting him with my life, and we’re stepping into the spring air. It’s pleasantly warm but I still slip on Joel’s oversized tan jacket he’s known for wearing, having grabbed it off the coatrack before he could and sending him a cheeky grin and wink. He just grumbled and followed me out, now taking my hand again and leading me into town. People are busting about and there are glances and whispers and I’m glancing at Joel who looks like he’s about to explode out of joy. It’s weird. I’ve never seen him so happy and proud. Sure, he’s loosened up since being Jackson and opened up more but this… this is different.

I’m finding out why when we step into the usually bustling and noisy Tipsy Bison to find it empty except for the closest people to me. Two vaguely familiar faces stand out to me though, two faces I never thought I’d actually see again. Shep’s brilliantly green eyes brighten when he sees me, jumping up and sprinting over. I catch him with a heavy ‘oof’ forgetting he’s grown in the seven years we’ve been separated, he’s grown from the quiet eight year old I knew. He hugs me almost chokingly tight but I don’t complain, just happy to have him in my arms again and somewhat surprised I can still carry him. He’s grown into his features I notice when he pulls back, letting me hold him at arms length to take him in. His hair is wild, honey brown and extremely fluffy, face strong and wild with a little dark stubble elegantly complimenting his nose that is most certainly our dads. He’s guarded despite the reunion and I don’t blame him as his last memory of me is me singing him asleep with a promise I’ll be there when he wakes but I never did come back. He should hate me but there’s nothing but adoration in his eyes and I’m wanting to look away when he says, “I forgive you.”

The small sound made from behind him has me turning my attention to Scott where he’s still sat and I know he feels the exact same ache in his chest. We are twins. It has me hugging Shep quickly one more time before moving to Scott and taking the seat Shep was in before. He keeps his eyes on the drink he’s nursing so I turn his chair to face mine so we’re sat knee to knee and I wait, knowing he won’t be able to not look at me. He’s gotten taller and filled out his frame more, jawline well defined and nose permanently to the side as if he’s broken it. He’s all sharp edges and anger and I want to make it right with him, wanting him to at least understand my reasoning so I wait. I can feel the eye on us, even if everyone’s pretending to have their own conversations, Scott can feel them too from the way he shifts in his seat. His glass slams against the table and then those bright emerald eyes are moving to my face, brow furrowing when they land on the scar going down my cheek and his fingers graze his own cheek like a mirror. He’s grown out his hair a little, red and slicked back but a few strands escaping and contrasting against his pale skin and jaw well defined as it pops from anger. I do the same, bringing my fingers up to ghost over my scar before he’s speaking, making me freeze, “How?”

“Scott,” His name comes out as a choked whisper, “You sound just like Elliott.”

“How?” He asks again, slapping my hand away from my face and gripping my chin, turning my face to the side so he can get a better look at it.

“Smuggling trip a few years back.” I finally tell him, keeping my eyes on his face, gauging his every action. He seems satisfied by that answer with the way he nods curtly, “Scott-“

“I know.” Those two words are everything I’ve wanted to hear since sitting down, watching as he slowly climbs to his feet and waits for me to do the same, uttering those two words again more reassuringly this time “I know.”

We just stare at each other, no words needing to be spoken to understand what we’re wanting and suddenly strong but gentle arms are wrapping around my shoulders and I’m burying my face in the crook of his neck as his shoulders shake lightly and it’s like I can feel his every emotion, tears slipping past my closed eyes as he’s here. My twin brother is back in my arms, smelling of vanilla, the saltiness of the sea and apples, and it’s like nothing ever happened. I don’t know how long we stand there but when we separate I catch Tommy swiping away secret tears, ever the happily ever after sap but it draws an easy smile to my lips. Scott’s moving to his rucksack and I can’t not notice the slight limp in his step, wondering what happened in those eight years and noticing the scar peeking up his waistband when he bends down. What the fuck happened to give him such a bad scar? I’ll find and kill whoever did it to him, it’s the least I can do to make up for leaving him and Shep alone all-

A letter is being pressed into my hands and it’s like time slows when I recognise that slightly cursive font. I’m looking at him, silently asking him how he has a letter addressed to me from Tess, but he just nods to the letter so I open it. Her writing is beautiful and elegant, rushed and panicked but no less Tess, arms guiding me to my seat as I read through the tears welling up.

Dear Y/N,

If you’re reading this then I was right, I’m not going to make it through the trip so I wanted you to know how much you mean to me. I’m not much of the sentimental type anymore, the outbreak having taken that from me but when I saw you outside the clinic it was like you restarted something in my heart. You helped me feel like a mother again and I wanted to give something back to you.

Don’t be mad but I found out about your brothers. They came looking for you a month or so after, when you and Joel were at a trade off and I didn’t tell them anything but when you came back I went and found them. I explained everything to them, everything that I knew and understood about you and how we met. Your brother Scott was extremely pissed off with you but he understood, he’s a bright kid really. Very much like you and even more as stubborn, it’s like a mirror image really. Shepherd is sweet, he asks about you constantly when I visit them and he holds no anger or resentment towards you. I hope he never loses the compassion as it’s a well needed trait in the fucked up world we live in.

Scott reminds me so much of my son. Did I ever tell you I had a husband and son before the outbreak? We lived in a small house that was home with Jack working a 9 to 5 then coming home to spend the evenings with me and Archie. You would have loved Archie, he was a ball of happiness and would go out of his way to help others no matter how small the task is. He was a brilliant cook and would be starting his family now if he and Jack hadn’t have made pancakes for breakfast that day… He’d be around 25 now and I hope he’s out of his misery. I didn’t have it in me to put a bullet in his brain like I did Jack as he was a kid then. I probably could do it now as I’ve lost so much humanity in the hellish years.

Anyway, they’re safe and well but you’ll know that by now as Scott should have been the one to hand you the letter. If not… I’m sorry.

Take care of Joel, he’ll go crazy without you. He’s head over heels for you if you haven’t worked out that yet, both of you as oblivious as the other. You need to tell him how you feel before it’s too late and take care of each other. He might seem like an asshole but he really cares, he was willing to die for you one time. One of Robert’s goons wanted a piece of you in exchange for a few ration cards… remember asking why you never saw Charlie again? I’ve seen Joel care but not like that, the way he felt for you was instinctual and anyone who even looked at you wrong suffered consequences. Seize the moment and tell him how you feel.

I’m not sure where I’m going with this as we have to leave with the girl in a couple of hours. Scott and Shepherd wanted me to write ‘hi’ from them but I told them they could say it to you in person. I know Joel will search for them and that Ellie will fight for you. Take care of each other, okay?

Love, your mother,

Tess

Oh Tess…. I’m sliding to the floor and Scott’s wrapping me in a hug, letting me cry into his chest as he rocks me, soothing me. He gently pries the letter from my hands and gives it to someone else, Joel I’m guessing as Shep is crawling into my lap between me and Scott and I just hold them both. I didn’t ever expect my brothers to deliver a small part of Tess to me let alone know her. I owe so much to her and I plan to do exactly as she asks, I’ll take care of Joel as she’s right, I am madly in love with him and from what he’s shown me he is too.

Someone’s clearing their throat and I see Maria, holding out a hand for me to take and I do, letting her draw me to my feet with a soft frown. She’s beaming and I’m glancing confused at my brothers who have stepped to the side as if they know what’s happening by the looks on their faces. Tommy’s standing behind Jesse with his hands on his shoulders and fucking huge grin on his face while Ellie and Dina are whispers and I’m glancing at Maria again who nods behind me.

My mouth drops open when I see Joel there, he’s down on one knee. His honey eyes are wide and full of love and worry when he takes my hands in his, voice a little shaky when he speaks, “I was going to save this for another time but Tess is right, we should seize the moment. Even now she’s pushing us together,” He chuckles softly before continuing, “But I have been thinking about it for a while and I know it’s a lot sooner than either of us expect but no one has made me happier than you do. I want to make a life for us here, together if you’d let me. I love you so much, so, Y/N Y/M/N(s) would you do me the honour of marrying me?”

“Yes!” I’m drawing him back to his feet, grabbing his face and drawing me into a kiss, “A thousand times yes!” This is kiss is different to any other kisses we’ve shared. It’s a kiss of youth, beauty and love. A kiss that holds the promise of forever together and of promises that our hearts, souls and bodies are no one’s but there’s. I could stay like this forever, relishing in everything Joel and the sense of love engulfing me in a way I had only read about in stories. It’s scary and breathtaking at the same time, the fact he has the power to make me or break me.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“You make me so happy.”

“Y/N Miller… has a nice ring to it.” I joke and he chuckles, pressing his lips to my forehead and something pops into my head. It’s soon and risky but I’m so overjoyed I’m marrying the love of my life so I blurt out quietly, ‘Let’s adopt Ellie and Shep.”

He pauses, glancing at them where they’re talking and laughing together before kissing me again and mumbling, “Let’s.”

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Chapter One ⇢ Save Who You Can Save

Chapter Two ⇢ Stitches

Chapter Three ⇢ Keep You Safe

Chapter Four ⇢ Escape Kansas City

Chapter Five ⇢ Finding Tommy

Chapter Six ⇢ Revealing Secrets

Chapter Seven ⇢ Crossed Paths

Chapter Eight ⇢ Finding Family

Chapter Nine ⇢

Chapter Ten ⇢ Coming Soon

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moonillfated · 4 months

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"'Cause I'm losing what's left of my dignity, a small price I'll pay to see that you're happy. Forget all the disappointments you have faced, open up your worried world and let me in." 🚬

Or; Two rockstars talk about constellations, trash polka, and sparklers that smell of fake IDs & leftover cereal.

☆ Merry X-Mas @raggedy-dxctor

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There's a buzzing stuck under Corin's skin, electric and charged. Somehow, he thinks while his blood rushes with glitter missiles, it never gets old to feel this whizzing rush after a performance. Sharp, tangy citrus clings to his hair - pomelo soda whose sparkling bubbles wet his hazel locks, excitement forces you to spill a whole juice can at the final vocal pitch of Puppy Love. Somehow, even though sour acid of tonic makes his eyes burn, he blinks evenly against the flashing spotlights. Mirth, sequins- there's leopard print beneath that makes his knees buckle, his nose twitch. Dressed in primary colors and geometric spangles, 'you look like a fruitloop' says a cocky voice, slight smokers rasp. For a hot minute he's in on a different stage, between nicotine, blueberry rum rinsed leather - standing like a gunslinger or gargoyle with razor lyrics.

More neon beams onto his sweaty face as he closes his eyes, simply bathing in whatever syrupy vapor decides to float his way. All sorts of gifts are thrown at him, flowers and clothing articles - the cheers of the crowd fade into a low hum, like fireflies or the static of a boombox. And he can't help but grin, alive and lungs full of candid fog that creeps put of the machine. Tounge stained with mandarin cough drops, Corin blows a playful kiss at his audience and waves. He smells the acetone of his neatly applied nail polish on his curled fist around the microphone. Lights drop like molten gold from the ceiling of the backdrop, cheap, popsicle wrapper tattoos line his arms - rhinestone stickers, he's pretty sure specks of a glowstick are jumbled with his freckles, like the briolette, kandi bracelets wrapped around his wrists.

"Thank you everyone, for coming tonight!" Corin shouts, beaming at the loud screaming he gets in return. A flamingo platform with a number - like watching surfing videos. Transparent ballyhoos hug and wrench him to remain longer, pleading for encores or just a little chat. It warms his heart that so many individuals love his gigs, how lionized and feted he felt upon stepping up that familiar vinyl. He skips down the steps, grinning softly when his managers and team shove a bottle of fresh water into his sweaty palms. He poured his soul into every single note, made sure to swallow melodies like cinnamon whiskey. There's a hand on his shoulder, a pat from his drummer and member compliments, air clinging heavy to tunes, reluctant to let them dwindle into oblivion. He peeks behind the curtains at the swaying sea of bodies still raw, full of energy, faces blurred into flushed cheeks and mascara striped tears. Corin snickers, perks his sticky lips, and dissappears behind the seashell curved amphitheater before his supervisors can even realize he's gone.

He has never snuck out as a teenager before, but Milo described the thrill of breaking patterns, busted knuckles, and scatterbrained limericks he wrote on license plates. He rummages through his messy suitcase and pulls out the patched, shearling aviator bomber. He steps over setlists, ginger ale cans, tinsel - nearly trips and breaks his nose. It feels tipsy to tip-toe across the dressing room, still high on cologne and adrenaline, helium miasma, sonic bubbles. He just needs to manage to slip past unseen, a little shadow in denim and disco, guided by nothing but the distant flicker of an exit sign.

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It's rare their schedules mix, allign. Scuffed, road-worn converse tap along the cool pavement. He curses, pulls his jacket a bit tighter, and hisses through his teeth. Thankfully, Corin didn't have any unfortunate run-ins with fans that yanked at the chainlink fences behind the vents. He did see all the posters with out of pocket messages, camera clicks from paparazzi. Slowly, the moon winks at him behind the tattered clouds, twinkles of metal halides, traffic poles - he allows himself the freedom to pick up a penny. The spot they agreed to meet up at is not far away from his concert location, down the alley and up the main subway road. Tyres reek of blistering rubber, he hears them before he notices the black Trans Am pull up beside him - bronze firebird bastard.

He stops, crosses his arms, taps his foot impatiently. The driver of the old timer brings his vehicle to a low, gravelly bellow. Once he comes to a halt, rolling down his tinted window, the ebony haired male at the wheel lulls his head to the rim. "Get in." He instructs, scratchy, husky - eyes zipping to his rear view mirror. And he does, all too comfortable and familiar. The seats are cold, worn surfaces that have him scooting further inside until he settles snugly into the passanger spot. It smells of remote Septembers, tobacco, parrafin paint, and horror movie nights. All of a sudden, he is ten and in New Jersey, there's a boy with a bruise on his jaw and he is the only person who approaches the snaggle-toothed delinquent. Now he sits with the same man, looking at his inked limbs that he remembers patching up one too many times, gauze, bandaids.

"Did anyone see ya'?" And there's playfulness to the question, eager and bone crushing. He rolls his brown eyes, going to turn up the radio as Milo hurries up the roaring car. It swerves almost lazily. "I wouldn't be here if someone did, idiot." Corin flops his head against the rest and glances at his friend waggish, pure - of course the younger male refuses to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his stare, drifting his icy orbs, illuminating diodes. There's no riposte, no jab or snarky comment. Even though he was fully expecting one back, it's surprisingly nice to bathe in silence that will never feel awkward. Jumping out of his skin, the spikes of the tallers cufflinks graze his bare knees through the rips, holes of his baggy jeans. A few creative vulgar phrases later and fidgeting with the glove box, he slams the compartment hard until it pops open. Puzzled, he observes the cluttered drawer, not bothering to catch the fallen zippo or dice keychain.

"Grab that shit for me, would ya'?" He doesn't get what first, but one tattooed finger points at a cardboard container. He reaches and takes it - Blockbuster Sparklers, he steals a bounty bar too. Comics, epipen and cellophane, altoid mints and cash. It's all so chaotic but neat at the same time, Corin scoffs at the british branded hinge-lid packs of burning cancer on top of a guitar chip pouch, Woodbine. "This?" He holds it up, dangling the white case to make sure he didn't mix it up with a cigarette receptacle. Milo nods curtly, abrubtly cutting a serrated corner to escape the bustling gridlock so they get out of the city hub faster. He shuffles a bit to regain his position and shoots an offended glare at the pale bassist. "Still can't believe you're legally allowed to drive." To prove the point, he veers his beloved vintage car more promptly down a busy boulevard.

"I will file a lawsuit, in case you forgot we're both kind of famous." Milo gives him a look, annoyed and snide. Corin huffs as he peels open his chocolate and bites a mouth full of creamy coconut. It's only ten minutes more until he parks by an abandoned warehouse, always the same, empty lot by the toyons, where the meter maids never check. It's impressive how well he knew the Los-Angeles streets, every lane, crescent. Ceasing their bickering for later, the lead vocalist and shredder both leave Milo's ride to tackle the vacant depot. Vandalized graffiti masonry, ivy shrouded walls that coil all the way up towards the flat roof. He fiddles with the keys and locks the car with a dramatic jingle, confident, arrogant even. Fishnet sleeves, biker jersey with random pins he most likely pocketed off of his devotees, Corin follows the flashy M sewed onto his lanky back - not being able to resist shoving him.

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If there's one thing Corin never expected to do, it's to associate torrid smoke with home, to make his toes curl. It clings in the late night, summer breeze and roves, tangles with the scent of rotten heat. He takes a sip of his capri sun, plops a fourth haribo sour worm, and inches just a tad closer to the slates to watch all the town's flickering lustre. "Deneb is such a fuckin' diva." He hears Milo grumble, puffing out a cloud of toxins.

"Deneb?" He asks, chewing the pink and yellow gummy. His friend drones, taking a deep drag. He raises his pointer, chipped black. "That guy." Following his directions to see a cluster of stars that spiral like a bird, wings spread and twinkling. "A real show stopper." Apparently he was an astrologer too, not just a lavish strummer. Corin never payed attention to constellations much, nor did he openly research their names and shapes. This one however was exactly like Milo said, a peacock amongst the vast midnight blue. "Takes one to know one." He nudges his side light-heartedly, laughing, alive and full of holograms, singapore sling with too much pineapple. It glistens just as he gets a punch delivered to his shoulder, exactly with the clenched hand decorated in trash polka designs - some crimson, obsidian calligraphy and ravens.

"Shut the fuck up and hand me the firecrackers." He pops another candy into his mouth and hands him the dangerous toys. Milo rubs out his coffin nail onto the bricks, it sizzles and dissolves into a pile of rutilant ashes. Corin holds his one out and waits till the other lights it, gasoline and blaze, until it crackles wickedly against the thin skin of his hands like popping kerosene. He's twelve again, for the second time after his tiring show, in prep school - on the creaking laminate of their gym. A boy with a grumpy sneer, bleeding nose, another kid with granola bars and Alcott's novel clutched firmly. A few years later, those same fingers hold a bowl of leftover cheerios, fake IDs, switchblades and rosaries. But right now, even with all the hectic work their lifestyles include, it's just two people breathing something rich, voltaic.

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countlessrealities · 1 year

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@dynamoprotocol sent: 💋 How kissable is ‘Rissa, Rick? How smoochable is your muse? || Accepting !

A smirk opens on Rick's face at the question. Oh, he could say so many thing about how kissable Clarissa is, and some of them are definitely not meant for everyone's ears. He'll keep those for later, when they meet up for a few rounds of drinking...and, if he can have it his way, a few rounds in the sheets too.

"She's a fuckin' solid 10. N-No fuckin' doubt there. I-I mean, have you seen her? A-All that fire and rough charm? Ho-How the fuck can you look at her an-and not want to get a taste of that? S-She's a damn good kisser too. An-And this is the opinion of a guy w-who has slept his way through the multiverse."

And then there's the electricity, the hint of static that always linger on her skin. The little shocks that bite his lips every time they touch her flesh. It's fascinating and exciting and he can never get enough.

Damn, he's a lucky guy, isn't he?

----

Rick's brows knit together in annoyance at the question and lips curl into a scowl. The irritation, however, is just a little part of what he's feeling. He hates it, but he can't help all the emotions that cluster in his chest whenever he hears her name or sees her. There's too much history between them, too many loose ends, too much hurt.

He wishes that their reunion hadn't happened at all.

He keeps catching himself staging excuses to see her again.

"Eh, s-she's attractive, I guess. T-Ten years an-and she looks almost the same, s-so...I guess time is treating her well or shit." A shrug that comes off too stiff to be casual. "S-She still has her charm, e-even if she's more of a bitch than what I remembered."

Or maybe she isn't, not in general, but he keeps bringing out her worst sides.

"I-I'd say...7? M-Maybe 8, depending on how much s-she has busted my balls."

He brings his flask to his lips and takes a long gulp. He remembers what kissing her was like. He remembers being almost addicted to the rushes of adrenaline he got from it. And the intense look in those bright blue eyes after the most frantic kisses...

"...W-Whatever."

#[ ic :: c137 Rick ]#[ You and I are a spark so hot so bright but we burn too fast :: Rick & Clarissa ; pre breakup arc ]#[ The electric ecstasy of you and me tastes like misery :: Rick & Clarissa ; reunion arc ]#[ v. What’s left are desire for revenge and broken pieces ; younger years :: c137 Rick ]#[ v. Forever a hundred years ; main verse :: c137 Rick ]#dynamoprotocol #[[ I couldn't choose between when they were together and post reunion ]]#[[ so I did both xD ]]#[[ Rick is being petty in the second part ]]#[[ he's like 'yeah decent but nothing special' ]]#[[ and looking at his first reply you can tell that he's lying xD ]]

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rottedsaint · 1 year

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Cryptid Oc !

Creature name: mother skinwalker

Human name: hanwi

Assumed human age: late 30's

Inventory; in human form she carries money, a scrap of the cloth that wrapped her child, a piece of soft candy (probably caramel) and a phone she barely knows how to use :')

she/they prns (doesn't really matter but those are the ones associated with her.)

they have a human and cryptid form, although whenever they take human form you can tell they aren't human. her voice sounds just slightly off, raspy but like t.v static, repeating certain phrases that you deem an odd case of echolalia. their skin doesn't feel normal. you know they aren't of the human race like they boldly try to convince you but don't argue.

in their more human form they take the shape of a female, quite tall (192cm), bust length black hair that naturally sits in big loose curls, pretty busty and a warm brown skin tone. light caramel eyes that look like they'd spill heavy globs of tears any second and freckles/beauty spots littering her skin. her makeshift sundress drenched in blood from the womb to their lower thigh. you hear this 'mother' call out for her child, her scratchy voice calling out "babe" or even "baby" in search of her missing child.

in their more cryptid form it's a mix between a wolf and a overly tall human, limbs all lanky and bruised even with the darker brown skin tone. her eyes obstructed by a black mass, almost cloud-like. you see patchy fur spots trying to keep theirself warm. in addition to being covered in rags. their body looks emaciated although you are forced to assume she carried a baby with the red body fluid covering her womb area.

she isn't hostile unless provoked. even in this 'true form' they can communicate, she seeks comfort for the loss of her child. (they still search for) if you dare well up the courage to get close they'll sniff you like a feline, attempting to put a little trust in you she'll nestle her head under your hand, physical comfort calms them very quickly. music also calms her, any slow soft tune you can hum will help!

she got her name 'hanwi' after being discovered by indigenous folks in the mountain timezone area in north america. they'd hear her wails and cries every full moon. many have attempted to harm/kill her but none are successful, anybody who knows of her and happens to see her ether shys away or the few that do try to calm her.

Trivia;

she gets more restless and easily provoked the closer it is to the full moon

she thinks moths r so cute and she believes if she still lived as a human in current time she'd have a moth garden <3

they like dark chocolate and old ballroom music/love songs from the 20's-40's.

they are aware of the pantheon that creater her species (cryptids) and is practically a breeding ground for more of her species. hence the name mother skinwalker

when in her calm cryptid state she shrinks, somewhat bigger than a brown bear, but during this time you can make out her hushed mumblings as a prayer

Prayer; 'Angel of my Creator, My guardian dear, To whom my creator's love commits me here ever this day be at my side. Remain wary of the fraility of men, their wills are weak, minds young. To light and guard, to rule and to guide. blessed be the body mind and soul.'

if you are one of the few who ends up calming her, she thanks you with a trinket :) and a big lick/kiss (like a dog if in cryptid form, she will give u a kiss post panic episode in human form)

since she has a human form and has a cohesive consciousness in both forms, she uses that to form an identity and travel around the world to find her child. (she has different names in different area's but her most common name/title is mother skinwalker)

Cryptid Faceclaim; think of vicar amelia but dark brown instead of white fur, and covered in dirtied white/golden rags

Human Faceclaim;

#hanwi my oc #hanwi the cryptid #info ! 📜#oc interaction #oc rp blog #oc roleplay #oc #oc rp #cryptid oc

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kshira · 3 years

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—request: wanting your attention + nsfw

w// kei tsukishima & kōtarō bokuto

t//w; ღ ◟ f!reader, smut, 18+ & cursing

+ kei tsukishima

you can feel the warmth of his fingers sliding to your inner thigh, burning his touch on your flesh as tsukishima travels onward between your legs.

the hours of anime you’ve watched on the couch today had burned holes in the sockets that carried your eyes, tskuishima joined halfway through the binge marathon out of curiosity.

but today he was feeling rather needy, your shorts did rise higher on your perfect plumped legs showcasing those pretty laced panties he always adored.

and the way your tongue swiped down on your bottom lip as the show intensified made his member twitch, he couldn’t resist just a little touch.

“i’m trying to watch my show kei” your thighs snap shut squeezing his long digits in its wake.

tskuishima lifted his honey laced orbs to you, your voice had a resilient tone though your body was dancing to his touch.

“i know” his fingers wiggle through your skin and proceed back to the route “continue watching and act like i’m not even here”

he reached the lining of your underwear feeling the dampened fabric on the tip of his finger, your breath hitched in your chest as tsukishima dipped a finger over the blockade into your slick hole.

the anime you were so focused on started to melt into nothing but mere pixels, no longer making sense at the way tsukishima pumped his long digit swimmingly knowing to hit the deeper ends of your velvet wall.

you couldn’t help to tousle his hair locking your fingers tightly around the strands, but tsukishima harsh hand stopped it automatically placing it back “you were watching your show weren’t you? don’t let me stop you”

a surge of pleasure washes over your body with a sweep of tskuishima finger across your bud “please, let me touch you” your voice dryly comes out, the refelection of the blue screen lights up his figure and it only makes you clench harder.

the lights paint the lust draped over tsukishima, his eyes mermozied by the faint image of your cunt drooling over a single finger—the sounds of his heavy breaths fueling your desire to touch and feel him more.

“you were so distracted by this anime but look at you, so desperate and needy for me now” he taunted guiding his lips over your ear pressing a nauseating lick to the shell.

“mm-know but need you now” your eyes peer through your lashes blinking a tear away, with a deep groan tsukishima gives in ravaging your heat with sublime strokes of his finger.

throwing your head back to hit the cushion of the couch letting his fingers work your cunt— maneuvering in ways that made the sounds coming from you louder than the anime you were so focused on before.

“you’re so wet making a mess all over my fingers, you wanna cum yeah?” his words are littered in your ear gaining the growing pleasure to topple over.

“mm yeah make me cum!” you moan out thrusting your hips into tsukishima palm—he picks up adding another finger to aid you there.

a grin grows on his face knowing he was the needy one but now it’s you with your mouth falling open lolling moans and begs for more of him.

his dirty thoughts grow his buldge harder—roughly taking hold of his cock tsukishima hungrily ruts into his makeshift hole while his other hand buried in your wetness creeps to your bud feathering circles on it.

swirling the precum around the base as self made lubricant he starts fisting around his cock harshly letting his fingers bear down on your throbbing bud pulsating the final nerves to come undone.

the static rushes through your body dissolving into salivating pleasure, your juices coat tsukishima fingers making him quickly take a final pump until he cums, all over his fabric stomach.

a deep sigh connects both of you, your eyes taking on his content face as the high comes dwindling down his hair stuck to the beads of sweat lingering on his face—he was always so handsome like this.

tsukishima rest his eyes back to you, a sly smile cast his face unable to mask a look of triumph but you’re too warped in the scenery of him to notice.

your body laid still allowing the pleasures to succumb driftng your eyes into sleep, tsukishima rose from his position beside you walking towards the other room but paused when a whimper fell from your lips.

who was the needy one again?

he brings his face to your level, cupping both sides of your cheeks to leave a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“better rewatch that episode you really weren’t paying attention at all” tsukishima smiles sinfully down at you.

+ kōtarō bokuto

“sit” one simple word is all it took for bokuto to immediately plant his ass to the chair, his hand palming at his outlined bulge in anticipation.

your day was planned to cram weeks of studying into one single day, but instead you had your boyfriend placed in front you ready to devour him.

though it might be how adorable he looked with eyes colored golden darting sheepishly around the room before they landed on you, his silver strands deflate around his face at the aggravated tone you had with him knowing good and goddamn well what he wanted.

he was just being so needy way he rubbed his aching cock on your back while he hugged you from behind, you just couldn’t help yourself knowing his needy whines and cries for just for you.

you stand in front of him now eyeing his whole figure, eyes half lidded looking through you with a lust haze lingering on him.

he grabs smaller hands with his dropping delicate kisses on them, his eyes scale up your arms till it reaches the sweet smile dripping from your face though it was a mask at what hid under it.

“you make me so fucking hard with that innocent smile of yours, get on your knees now baby” bokuto aids you to the floor infront of him, your body positioned just right to fully worship him.

he guides his throbbing member out of the fabric prison for you, reddened at the tip like your flushed cheeks with the most gorgeous veins equally grown about and the best part—precum leaking out just a little bit to give you an idea of just how turned on he really was.

your tongues pokes out from your lips to pounce on him lapping at the existing cum whilst your eyes gleam through your lashes at bokuto, he can’t do anything but let his cock twitch on its own at the sex aurora you have pouring from you.

“fuck, m’gonna cum all in that pretty mouth of yours” bokuto wraps his fingers through your hair before aligning you to him, he just can’t help himself not with his pretty girl about to have her lips on his cock and more importantly his pretty girl with a stomach full of his cum, soon enough.

you wanted to slide in a sarcastic comment to him but the almost orgasm worthy moan he let out feeling your hot throat engulf his cock took you in another direction—making him moan over and over.

you glance up at bokuto watching his eyes dilate rapidly at your mouth sinking centimeters down his shaft, your tongue drags down with your mouth giving a slippery medicine at aching burn to take all of him.

bokuto takes shallow breaths mildly thrusting into your mouth, he was so eager to fuck your face but still compassionate enough not to hurt you, he swallowed a lump forming in his throat as you picked up a teasing pace.

you bob your head to a slurping beat, taking him completely in before sucking harshly up his cock and back down letting his moans be your timer of how close or far bokuto already was to cumming.

your hands traveled up his thighs and even through the clothes you can feel the goosebumps rising to the flesh.

you continued climbing till you reached his stomach gliding your hands under his shirt you feel the ridgids of his toned abs as your mouth sucked everything from bokuto.

“you feel so good, so hot and warm—fuck! just wanna cum all down your throat” bokuto breathes out, not being able to focus on nothing but the sounds of you sucking and slurping him.

bokuto ruts become ruthless trying to run deeper in your throat, you take the chance to pull off of him slowly admiring how swollen he is—just about to bust.

you feather his length with your lips kissing the drool dripped muscle, your eyes take there leave from it to him.

his rigid length started twitching under your control watching you take him and adore his need without hesitation, you directed your eyes back to the task at hand stroking him tightly but slowly.

“want you to cum on my face, you can do that right?” you flash a mischievous grin to bokuto letting your grip fasten and the stroke faster.

“y—yeah baby i wanna cum all on that gorgeous face, can I? can i cum?” the eagerness drawled from bokutos lips make you clench down between your legs, you moan a response back stroking him till you see the strings of white explode out.

though today wasn’t as planned with your studying event ending earlier than expected at least it ended on a good note with a sleeping bokuto on your thighs and his fingers wrapped firmly to yours.

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cinnamonrusts · 3 years

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bed time with the sparda twins --

all the cuddles, fluff, and bedtime rituals with dante and vergil 💤

-- f!reader (kofi + gif not mine)

DANTE-

The ticking clock in the living room read 10:30pm. Dante yawned loudly which was followed by several loud lip smacks. You fell asleep beside him on the couch, your head rested on the back of the headrest with mouth open wide. The half demon smiles as his tired eyes observe you lovingly, even as a dribble of drool rolls down the side of your chin. How did he get so lucky? What did he do to deserve someone like you? Your gentle and attractive features highlighted the warmth that your heart radiated.

However, waking you up unleashed the wrath that your gentle soul disguised. Dante put a hand on your thigh and gave you a light shake. You stirred slightly before drifting back to your deep slumber. Your name whispered from his lips while he gave your body another shake. Soon your eyes opened and Dante’s face came into focus. “Hey, sunshine,” he cooed, “Let’s go to bed.”

A tired smile stretched across your lips as his words filled you with love. With a stretch and a loud yawn, you took the hand that Dante lent out and the two of you climbed the stairs to the upper level.

Your bedtime routine was always the same, besides a couple of variances. Dante was the first into the bathroom, he removed all clothing besides his boxers and socks. He pasted both of your toothbrushes and set yours down on the counter where it waited for you. As he peed, he brushed his teeth and hummed the tune to Walking on Sunshine. When you joined him, you picked up the toothbrush and started to brush as Dante continued to hum happily. The two of you observed each other’s reflections in the mirror; a mixture of funny faces and giggles were exchanged.

In Dante’s room was a king sized bed that was directly in the middle of four maroon walls. The small room had one window on the right wall that allowed the pink glow of the neon sign to peak in through the blinds, this gave the bedroom a sort of warmth to it. On either side of the bed were nightstands that were decorated with personal items. Yours had a variety of skincare items, a clock, a teddy bear, and a photo of Dante, Nico, Nero, and yourself (Vergil was nice enough to take the picture). Dante’s was filled with several half empty water bottles, a scattered mess of papers, a photo of the two of you at a fair, and Ebony/Ivory. He kept them on top of his dresser to keep them accessible at all times, if anything were to happen -- keeping you safe was his priority and he felt better with them in close range.

Other things in the room included a closet which contained your clothing and a large dresser which held Dante’s. His dresser was on the wall that faced the foot of the king sized bed, on top was a medium sized CRT television that occasionally caught signal from the busted antenna on the top of the building.

As you finished getting ready for bed, Dante rushed into the bedroom to get the bed prepped. He pulled back the plump, black comforters, as well as taking your pillows and giving them a fluff. You stopped in the doorway of the room and leaned against the frame with a smile on your lips as you watched the Sparda man prep your bed. The floorboards squeaked as you shifted your weight which caught his attention - he stopped immediately then spun around with a smile. “Bed’s all ready,” he took a small step toward you, which you took one toward him. Dante then charged into your waist, his arms wrap tightly around your small frame. He lifts you up in the air with ease before resting your body over his right shoulder. Dante slides toward the bed and proceeds to drop you lightly onto the springy mattress.

The white haired male lowers himself down over you with hands on each side of your head. He’s quiet besides the same smile that he’s been wearing all night. “Hi,” you say quietly, “Hey,” he responds. Your skin can feel the warmth of his breath against it which causes goosebumps to rise. Soon his lips are pressed against yours. His kisses always start soft and sweet before growing hungrier with each touch. His white teeth are biting at your lower lip, his tongue is wrestles for dominance inside of your mouth. Dante’s palms that were supporting his weight are now roaming your body as he feels every curve while your fingers stroke his chin stubble. You can feel his boxers rise against your thigh but before anything can move any further, he stops.

Dante pulls away and cups your cheek with his rough palm. His thumb strokes your skin softly as his blue orbs take in your e/c eyes. He suggests that the two of you crawl under the covers and get comfortable. You agree and crawl to the side of the bed where you normally slept, Dante joining you on the other side while draping the blankets over your frames. His strong arm wraps around you and pulls you close to his bare chest. Your head rests on his warm skin and you can feel his heartbeat slow from the quickened pace that it was beating at. Dante turns on the television and flips through several channels of static before stopping on a late night re-run of a comedy movie. You can feel your eyes getting heavy with each blink.

Light snores vibrate in your throat as you fell asleep again on your partner. He can hear them over the sound of the movie and his eyes look down to the side at you. Your expression is peaceful, and the rise then fall of your body is slow and steady. Dante smiles again and thinks again about how lucky he is to be where he is right now. He was hoping for a blowjob, but this is okay too... That could always happen later.

When the two of you sleep, it is a battle for the bed. Despite being a king size, the two of you take up a considerable amount of space for the rather large mattress. Dante is a stomach sleeper and sleeps with his legs spread out wide. A part of his body always needs to be touching you, so that he knows that you’re always there beside him. He’s afraid of something happening to you while he’s asleep or when he wakes up in the morning, you’ll be gone. So, either his foot is touching your leg or his palm is on your breast.

You often sleep on your back with legs and arms spread out. The back of your hand or palm usually rests on the back of Dante’s head (or his face). Your leg that isn’t touching Dante’s often dangles off the side and falls asleep, which then wakes you up with the annoying tingling feeling that doesn’t go away until you shake it. The devil hunter likes sleeping with the tv on and enjoys the feeling of waking up in the dark to see an infomercial about cleaning products playing. While you like sleeping in the dark, the hue of the neon signs outside give you a relaxed feeling that you cannot explain.

Despite your differences in your sleeping conditions -- the two of you wait for the other to wake up in the mornings. Usually you’re the first to fall asleep and the first to wake up, but sometimes Dante beats you in the mornings. He doesn’t have difficulty falling asleep but does staying asleep, during the night his dreams often wake him and he has trouble shaking them off. So, if he wakes up early, he will wait for you. You wait for him as well. Whoever is first -- either of you will face the other and enjoy the peacefulness of quiet morning and the way that the sun shines into the room. Dante feels excited every time you wake up and your blinks are slow but the way that the sun shines off of your e/c irises fill him with a warmth that he doesn’t fully wrap his head around.

Dante doesn’t wake up as peaceful as you do. It’s often with eyelids opening quickly and glazed over eyes from either not enough or too much sleep. His morning breath is atrocious but comforting at the same time. It is a stench that you’ve grown to love - some may think it’s odd but love is an odd thing.

As he stretches, he rolls onto his side and pulls you close to him again as you managed to wiggle free during the night. His hand is on the small of your back as you prop yourself up on your elbows with your hands under your chin. Dante grins,

“Good morning, snore-ass,” he says with a yawn, “Good morning, shit breath,” you reply with a smile.

VERGIL-

It is late at night and you’re already in bed but are not accompanied by Vergil. You stir under the sheet that laid across your body, your legs search for the strong calves of your mate. But the bed is absent of the half demon man. You push yourself up from the bed and squint as you scan the dark room. The walls are a light shade of grey and two windows sit directly in front of you, the moonlight peaks from between two curtains and highlights an empty chair where Vergil normally sat with his book.

“He must be downstairs,” you speak as you drape a robe over your nude frame. The hallway is empty and dark when you exit your shared bedroom. Down the hall is the room of his brother, Dante, and sounds of his television blare from behind his closed door. He wouldn’t be in there, it’s too late in the night. You peer over the side of the balcony to the floor below and see Vergil sitting at his brother’s desk with book in hand.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to wake up without the elder Sparda brother accompanying you. Things kept him awake at night and he was usually reluctant to reveal what they were, despite being in a relationship together for several years. He informed you about his mother, Eva, and that fateful day that separated his fate from the one of Dante’s - but that was about it.

Vergil hears your creaking as you walk down the steps and acknowledges your presence, “You should be sleeping,” he says with his book raised to eye level. “Waking up alone gets old, Vergil.” you slowly approach him and notice that he’s shirtless still from your love making that occurred earlier in the night. The moonlight shines in from a window and accents his muscular body in all the correct ways.

He is silent for a moment before he apologizes. You accept it and lightly wrap your arms around his neck from behind and your fingertips lightly run across his strong pectorals. “Did you have another dream?” you whisper next to his ear. He had been having issues with dreaming about his corruption and the loss of his mother, which leads up to losing you. Your hand raises to his ear and tickles his skin, but Vergil takes your digits in his palm and squeezes. “Let’s return to our bedroom,” he pushes back from the desk and stands.

The Sparda man feels guilty for leaving you again, especially after having sex because your cuddling was cut short when he got up and left. Vergil suddenly scoops you up from your feet, his strong arms pull your close to his body and he walks up the stairs. You look up to his face with a warmth lingering in your cheeks, you can see his handsome features even in the dark. His eyes are focused on what was in front of him and when he reached the landing, they fell onto you. He smiles slightly as he pushes the bedroom door open with his foot.

The room isn’t large but is perfect for the two of you to live comfortably in. On the wall to the right was a large dresser that held both of your clothing. Decorating the top of it was a photo of the two of you, Dante and Vergil, then a painting of you two hung on the wall about the furniture. In a vase was a wilted rose that Vergil had given to you on your first official date, it was frail and broken but most petal remained, it was sentimental nonetheless. The largest piece of furniture was an ornate bookshelf that held a collection of works that Vergil admired. You actually found it in an antique store and used the remaining money you had for the month to purchase it for him. When he received your gift, you could’ve sworn you saw tears well in his eyes but he quickly embraced you tightly and thanked you with a passionate kiss. There was no television in your room but there was a small radio that you listened to often when you would clean up while Vergil read his poems in the chair by the window. He enjoyed listening to you sing and hum to the music while he read, his eyes would occasionally raise from the literature to watch you.

You think that he is going to lay you on the bed but he takes you into the bathroom that is connected to the bedroom instead. Your normal bedtime routine involved you sitting on the toilet brushing your teeth while Vergil stood in front of the sink doing the same. He was very vigilant about his oral health, so he took twice as long as you to brush. You always gotta bump him out of the way with your hip, so that you could spit out the foam that was filling your cheeks to the brim. Vergil always set out two things of floss and two bottles of mouth wash. “His and hers!” you called it. Skincare masks were your favorite weekly routine because it meant that you could paint his face with black mud. He would scoff but let you have your fun, however, he was unhappy when you captured a photographic memory of it.

Vergil seats you down on the closed toilet lid and turns to dig in the lower cabinet. “What’re you doing?” you ask but he doesn’t answer. When he turns around, there is a bottle of body lotion in his hand. He pumps several globs of white cream into his palm before resting on his knees, he waddles toward you and takes the lower half of your leg in his empty hand. His rough palm with the lotion begins to spread the lotion on your soft skin. The other hand joins as they travel up and down your appendage, he begins giving you a massage. Vergil raises your calf to his face and presses his lips against it, giving you several loving kisses. He then presses his nose to your muscle and breathes you in. Kissing, feeling, and smelling your body creates an overwhelming sensation of love and gratitude to fill his body, he wants to show you how much he appreciates everything you have done for him.

You hum in pleasure as he massages but when he stops and kisses your leg, you lean over to run your fingers through his white hair. His blue orbs flicker up and meet yours, the silence remains as no words are needed to explain the intimacy between you both.

After he is done, he picks you up again and takes you to the bed.

When it is time to sleep, Your bed is a queen size which is just enough room for two people, which worked out well because Vergil holds you tight to his side. He is a side sleeper and mostly rests on his right half. You lay nestled into the bend of his body with your back side facing his front. Vergil’s left arm holds onto your waist and his ankles are linked onto yours. Vergil enjoys resting this way because when he feels horny, you can feel his member in his pants and he has easy access to your heat. Resting over your bodies was a light silver sheet which sometimes had a white quilt accompanying it, but Vergil enjoyed feeling cool at night. (being snuggled up to a half demon turned out to be warmer than you thought) and you were one to enjoy being snuggled up in a fluffy blanket. The two of you compromise and often rotate the coverings for your shared bed.

Being held tight to Vergil’s body is comforting which upsets you when he leaves you during the night. Once he left and did not return for several days which meant you laid alone at night wondering where he had gone off to. But he did return, then held you tight again to his body. He whispered promises that no matter what -- he would be there to hold you.

Just as Vergil wakes up during the night, he is the first to wake in the morning as well. It is his favorite time because he can watch you sleep in your most innocent nature. Normally your back faces him but in the morning he releases your body and you almost immediately roll onto your back. Vergil can see your eyes flicker side to side under your closed lids and ponders about what you dream about.

The whole building is quiet because it is way too early for Dante to be awake. So, Vergil takes advantage of it to also reflect on things while he watches you sleep. These things involve his goals which both include personal ones and those that involve you. He reflects on his past, present, and even future. Vergil thinks about what could become of your relationship and it fills him with joy and anxiety.

He never wakes you but simply remains patient for you to wake on your own (unless there are morning plans) When you do, he releases his crossed brows and a small smile forms on his lips. His hand raises and holds yours, “Good morning, darling,” he says, “Good morning, sweetheart,” you reply. Your stomach growls in between of your sweet words which prompt an unison chuckle, “Let me bring you breakfast,” he offers and pushes himself up.

#devil may cry #dmc #dante sparda x reader #dante x reader #dante sparda #vergil sparda x reader #vergil x reader #vergil sparda #devil may cry x reader #devil may cry imagine #dante imagine #vergil imagine

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kaz11283 · 3 years

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Of Course I'm Here

Characters: Come on you know by now how this goes (Loki x you) (Team x you, platonic)

Warnings: None. And really if you ever see anything that I might need to able as a warning please let me know... I'm the person who forgets there are people out there that get offened by the word F*** if that is an exapmle of anything.

Summary: Mid battle and the avengers keep looking for an answer as to why the God of Lies hasnt showed up yet. Of course you have no idea but at least he proves them all wrong.

ANNOUNCEMENT TIME: hey guys Im back, I know it hasnt been long but I also know I havent been posting every single day like I was, i got into a weird little funk where I didnt want to do anything, I was just feeling completly drained, and I felt bad because I have my little and I didnt even want to play with her because I have just been so TIRED, but I'm feeling better. Work has been kicking my ass here lately and ive been working over 50 hours a week so ive literally been coming in, eatting / feeding the little, getting us ready for bed, and crashing as soon as she falls asleep. But im here now. I will probably be more active on weekends than during the week because I have more time to spend working on stuff but I will be posting also during the week just not daily. At least until after state comes. Thank you so much for the reblogs, likes, comments, follows, and messages please keep them coming! If you would like to be tagged please ask or message, and requests are open. Love you guys so much! 💚💚💚💚💚

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"Y/N, BACK UP I NEED BACK UP! EYES IN THE SKY!" Tony yelled from above, you and Clint stood back to back on a roof top shooting as many bad guys as you could. Clint took aim at another carrier, shooting at the engine causing the entire thing to blow up raining debris and hot metal around you.

"Damnit Clint! Farther away make sure they are farther away!" You yelled popping him on the head with an arrow before aiming it at the thing that was chasing Tony.

"Where is lover boy at? You.sent him the location right?" Nat asked into the com.

"Yes I sent him the location, no I dont know where hes at." You mocked.

"Did you send him the right location?" Sam asked.

"One time, one dam-"

"Language!" Steve chimed in causing everyone to groan. Gun shots where ringing all around you and you could here metal on metal paired with Hulk screams coming from another building over.

"Language." You mocked muting your com son that no one but Clint heard you. "I am a 26 year old woman, I think I'm old enough to cuss if I want." You drew back your bow and sent another arrow flying into another goon that had Nat trapped aginst a wall. She shot you a thumbs up before running off. You hit unmute on your com.

"Jesus, 26? Baby, you sure you don't need to be at a babysitter instead of on a building killing things?" He laughed.

"Dont worry Hawk, when we get done here I've already booked you a nice nursing home to be put into." You put your bow around you and stood on the edge of the building. "I need a better view." You looked round, the top of a taller building caught you eye. "There Hawk, we can cover a better radius from up there, get closer to the action."

"DOES ANYONE KNOW WHEN THE GODS ARE GOING TO BE HERE? WE NEED MORE HELP WERE GETTING TIRED AND OUT NUMBERED!" Tony came over the coms screaming.

"How do we get up there? Or do I even wanna know?" Hawk came to examin where you were talking about.

"Im jumping, you cant tell me that someone wont catch me." You shrug.

"GODS WHERE ARE TH- Y/N DONT YOU DARE JUMP!" Tony stopped and hovered right were you was standing.

"Then take us over there. We need higher ground, we cant cover everyone from down here." You crossed your arms.

"Where are the gods at y/n?" He asked again

"I. Dont. Know. Jesus you guys act like I'm suppose to be there keeper!" A simultaneous you are came from everone through the com causing you to roll your eyes. "Hes gonna be here I swear it! Now take me to the building or I jump. 1.....2....-" Tony grabbed you by the collar of your jacket and flew you to the building.

God these things were everywhere and you were starting to run out of arrows. After shooting another ship and causing it to blow you heard what was unmistakably pounding on the roof top door leading to where you currently was at.

"I have some univited guests about to join my party. Anyone available for some assistance?" You yanked out the two emerald green and silver daggars that your boyfriend had given you not long after you had started dating after throwing your bow around you.

"Buy some time kid, I'm on ground level right now but I can try to get up there as fast as possible." Bucky called over the com.

"Buy some time? Ok. I can do this. I work better from afar but a little hand to hand never hurt anyone, just easier to get stabbed this way." The first of the things busted through the door running straight at you. You jerked out of the way missing his staff by just a few inches. Quickly turning you flipped the dagger like Loki had showed you and stabbed him in his side causing him to fall to the ground before the next one tried to impale you.

"I have two daggers and they have freaking staffs! Back up! WHERE THE HELL AR-" you were interupted by static in the air and a bright light. The bitfrost had just opened up leaving to gods standing in front of you and taking out the remainder ofnthe bad guys. "HES HERE! I TOLD YOU GUYS THEY WERE COMING AND THEY'RE HERE." You pulled two extra coms from you pocket and gave them to Thor and Loki.

"Always a pleasure to battle beside you Lady y/n." Thor smiled takkng the com and putting it in his ear before taking off again.

Loki sauntered over to you and put his arm around you waist, you put the com in his ear as he rolled his eyes. He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss.

"You got a new outfit." You smiled at him. God the way he looked in his battle clothe always did something to you, the horned helment was a plus.

"You like it." He smirked down at you pulling you closer.

"Your wearing your horns to." You reached up and brushed a peice if hair behind his ear.

"STOP. STOP NOW. WE CAN HEAR EVERYTHING AND ITS GROSS." Tony yelled causing you both to roll your eyes.

"Quick run down, bad guys everywhere, no end in sight, and I'm out of arrows pretty sure Hawk is too." Loki waved his hand over your quiver making more arrows appear.

"I see you had to use your daggers. I am sorry for not being here. Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked stepping away from you to examin you.

"Small cut on the side, nothing I havent dealt with before, Ill be fine. You go make sure Hawk is fully stocked up and help the others. I got a birds eye view of you right here." I leaned in kissing him one more time before smiling at him and pushing him away. He kissed his two finger before placimg them over his heart and you did the same, "always." You both said before he disappered.

You could hear Thor laughing at the chaos going on and Steve trying to direct the god of thunder on what to do. You had learned earlier to just let him do his own thing and he would be fine. Tony was still trying to micromanage everything when you heard Loki mumble something in an old language and his com cut out. You had figured it wouldnt have stayed on to long though but at least you had tried. It had calmed down up on your end so you decided to finally go back down to where Clint was at shooting an arrow with heavy duty rope you glided back down next to him to watch what was going on.

"Hello, earth to y/n." He snapped his fingers in front of your face. You had been to busy staring at Loki and that damn helmet. "I dont even understand why were friends." He rolled his eyes propping up on the ledge watching as the rest of the team secured the last of the bad guys.

"Because we both shoot arrows, because we are both the best in the team, or because we both know we are the best looking one on the team so we have to stick together." You laughed jumping up so you could sit on the ledge.

"The birds can come out of their nest now." Bucky called over the coms causing you both to sigh.

When you and Clint had reached the bottom you walked over to Thor theowing your arms around the big goof ball.

"You are amazing during battle as always." He beemed patting you on the shoulder.

"As always? Thor youve only fought with her twice." Steve said beside you.

"I had a week off. Went to Asguard, spent time with the boys. Someone had to keep them in line." You shrugged like it was no big deal.

"She was amazing!" Thor went on telling the story of the fight you had all gotten into.

"Mothers been asking about you by the way dear. Wants to know if you've decided to come stay for a while." Loki leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"I think I'm leaning toward a yes. I can't stand being away from you, you had been gone forever this time." You reached for his hand as you both walked to the quinjet.

"I was making arrangements to have our room redone. I figured you would come with me." He gave you a knowing smirk as he reached up to take off his helmet.

"Leave the horns on. I have a suprise for you when we get home." You pulled his hand away from his head and smacked his butt.

"You are a little minx." He laughed chasing you into the jet while the rest of the team groaned and rolled their eyes.

"Even if you wasnt moving i would be kicking your ass out! I am so sick of the PDA between you two." Tony hollared after you.

"Leave them alone Tony, they are courting. Im just glad my brother is happy and not trying to stab me." Thor clapped Tony on the back.

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 3 years

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For the kissing category, May I get #24 with Will?

Part of Youvebeenlivingfictional’s 2K Follower Celebration Pairing: Will Miller x Reader Rating: T Warnings: Cursing, canon-typical danger, Smooches™

You hated recon in heavily populated areas. It put you on-edge; there were too many unknowns. One of the guys tended to handle any tailing; you tended to stay back, eye the monitors, warn them of anything incoming if needed.

“Alright, Ironhead, target’s on your six, comin’ up fast.”

“Copy,” Will’s voice came in through the earpiece, crackling low and thick over the static.

You leaned back from the mic, lifting your hand from the console and leaning back, glancing at Benny where he was stationed in the seat beside you.

“Can we cut back on that interference?”

“Working on it,” He muttered, fingers moving over the dials. You leaned a little further back, glancing at Santiago in the front seat.

“How’s it looking?”

“Street’s pretty fuckin’ busy… But if you looked through the monitors, you’d know that, cutie,” Came his bored answer.

“The feeds are lagged, Garcia, don’t give me that shit,” You argued, turning back to the pixelated, lagging camera feeds. The three of you were set up in a recon van, with Will on the ground; Fish and Tom were dealing with their own target elsewhere. You watched the feed of Will going inside and raised your hand to the keyboard to switch feeds to inside the store.

You could see Will lingering along the shelves, a little ways away from the target. You raised your hand to the mic.

“Keep your distance, Will,” You warned.

He gave no answer; his head didn’t turn even a little to acknowledge the message. You frowned, lowering your hand to the channel and fiddling with it, getting only static in turn. “Ironhead, poke something on the shelf in front of you so I know you copy.” You waited, watched– even with the lag, nothing.

“Shit,” You muttered.

“Is that-- Yorke?” Benny asked, leaning closer to a different monitor. You looked up, brow furrowing. Shit, Benny was right-- you’d been going after the man’s second in command, but the kingpin was strolling down the goddamn street—

“Ironhead, fall back, we got eyes on Yorke,” You ordered through the comm. Nothing-- just a lag of Will following the original target.

“Fuckssake-- You two follow Yorke, I’ll get Will. Link up at the rendezvous point,” You hissed, pulling your headphones off and opening the back door of the van. “Copy,” Santiago called over his shoulder.

The team had a code that you rarely used in situations like this. If someone needed to call off a hit, change their route in a populated area, you’d fake a call or speak to another teammate— and slip in the word Bordeaux. You slowed your pace as you approached the storefront that Will had gone into. You were going in with limited knowledge— you had an idea of the last place he’d been in the store, the last place Yorke’s second-in-command had been. You took in a deep breath as you walked into the store, peering around. You spotted — just as he was rounding the aisle. “Honey,” You spoke up, your voice bright. Will hesitated before he turned to face you. “...Hey,” He greeted cautiously. “Oh, I’ve just been looking for you all over the place, I thought you were still in the hardware store,” You pushed out a laugh, “I just got off of the phone with Gina— you remember Gina, my cousin’s friend from yoga, she’s the travel agent? Well,” You walked closer to Will, resting your hands on chest, “See, I told her we were thinking of going to Paris, but she suggested that we go to Bordeaux.” Realization washed over Will’s face, and he nodded a little bit. “Bordeaux,” He repeated softly. “Mhm. She said that uh— Well that she knows how much you like to cook, so she thinks we could get a deal renting little place with a kitchen— and we could go on a few wine tours,” You took a few steps back, eyeing the aisles behind Will. “And we could take a day trip to Paris, of course, maybe stay overnight–” “Suppose we could,” Will nodded, following you. You saw the second in command coming around the corner— you knew that the team would be moving on him, on Yorke, in a matter of days if your information panned out. “That is, if you still want to go,” You tacked on. “We can go anywhere you want,” Will answered, a small, almost amused smile growing on his face. Your eyes darted over his shoulder one more time before you grinned. “Oh, great!” You grinned, cupping Will’s face and drawing him in for a kiss. You were careful to spread your fingers across his face, trying to shield as much as you could. Will seemed to cotton on, wrapping his arms around you and turning the two of you. You found yourself pressed back against a store display, and you felt your breath leave you in a huff. It was a logical enough conclusion— most people hated the sight of couples’ public displays of affection. Yorke’s second in command was no different— you heard the man scoff and hurry pass the two of you. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were more focused on the feeling of Will’s lips smoothing along younts, his hands large and warm, smoothing over your sides. You curled your fingers in what of his hair you could reach, and he hummed softly, his tongue slipping along the seam of your lips. You opened your mouth to him, your tongues slipping along one another. You could taste the mint of the gum that he was constantly chewing— you didn’t even care that there was a command hook display digging into your back. You heard the ringing of the door’s bell opening, and you managed to open your eyes, catching the sight of the target’s retreating back. Will seemed to have heard it, too. His kisses cooled, brushing along your lips softly as the two of you backed off. “Side door,” You murmured, taking hold of WIll’s hand and leading him away from the counter. You did your best to ignore the pounding of your heart, the feeling of warmth under your skin, a tingling in your lips— “Where’d they go?” Will asked as the two of you stepped out into the street. “Caught a sighting of the big man, they’re chasing him down. We tried to warn you off, but the interference was a bitch.” You reached into your pocket with your free hand, glancing down at your phone. “Anything?” “Not a thing,” You huffed, shaking your head, “Let’s just— Let’s just go to the rendezvous point.” “Sounds like a plan.” Will kept hold of your hand as the two of you walked, keeping an eye out for the van, listening for your phones. When you arrived at the square, Will stopped you at the back of a crowd watching a few street performers. “Here,” He said softly, leaning back against a wall and pulling you close as he kept an eye out. You sighed softly, looking around. “Thanks,” Will said after a few moments. “Hm?” “Thank you.” “For what?” “Bordeaux.” You glanced up at him, “Oh— It’s nothing.” “It was something. Benny would’a busted in and run around the store.” “C’mon,” You laughed a little, “Don’t say that. Benny would’ve had some tact— and he was trying to work out the interference, but then we spotted Yorke. There just wasn’t any time.” Will nodded a little bit, looking out over the crowd again. “...Doesn’t sound so bad,” He added after a moment. “What doesn’t?” “Bordeaux… Couple of days in Paris,” He glanced down at you, his eyes soft before he glanced down at your lips. Butterflies fluttered through your stomach— until you heard the mutter of, “There’s the van. C’mon.” You followed him dutifully— you’d follow Will anywhere. “Everything go alright?” Santiago asked, looking back at the two of you. “Fine,” Will answered. Santiago looked to you for confirmation, and you nodded, leaning back in your seat. Santiago and Benny began telling you about what had happened with Yorke, but you just weren’t hearing it. You’d made the mistake of looking at Will as the van started to move, and you couldn’t help the butterflies that made a reappearance as you saw him tug a pack of gum out of his pocket. He slipped a piece out, unwrapping it. For the life of you, you couldn’t look away, not even as Will placed the fresh piece directly on his tongue. Your eyes lowered to his lips before you hurriedly directed your gaze out the back window. “That was lucky, huh?” Benny asked the two of you. “Mhm,” Will hummed. “Lucky,” You sighed.

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It’s Been A Long Time | Nebraska Williams x Black!PlusSize Reader [Part 1/?]

Warnings: language, smut thoughts (my ministry!)

So this has been in my drafts for a *HOT MINUTE* but that photo of Trevante in high school triggered a release. If people dig where it could be going, I will add it to my list of stuff to finish and open up a taglist. I’ll try my best to do so, I promise! lol

“God, I played this album out…” Lil’ Wayne’s seminal album, The Carter, didn’t age at all. Back in 2004, Wayne was a secret about to bubble over to superstardom, just years shy of lollipops and Static Major (rest in peace). Wayne represented the teenage angst of your time, even though you toiled in the suburbs while he wrestled with the streets. But as “On My Own” damn near explodes your factory speakers, a high pitch ping from your phone pauses your trip down memory lane.

Message from Sheena: Let’s catch up before the babies wake up.

You hit the call button on your dash once you stop at a red light.

“Girl, hey. You on your way to work?”

“Ain’t I always, Shi Shi? Damn near almost overslept. Thought I missed my flight.”

Sheena, or Shi Shi, is the epitome of a best-friend-forever. You two met in Ms. Grayson’s civics class, 11th grade. On the first day of school, you rolled into third period wearing a Scream Tour II t-shirt and if you were to describe Sheena in that moment, jealous wasn’t even the word. She stanned hard for Lil’ Bow Wow but her mom wouldn’t let her go to the concert because she got caught with a boy in her room. That boy is now the husband half-way responsible for the twin girls she’s hoping will give her some grace by sleeping a little bit longer.

“Damn. You wanna gift some of that sleep to these twins, God mommy?”

“Only if you gift me some of those post-pregnancy boobs, Mommy Dearest,”

“Can’t do that. Jarell been having too much fun with those!”

“Girl, eww. I don’t need to know all that.”

You kinda did. Sheena’s stories were always live, wild and uncut. And the only fireworks you’ve been adjacent to in months since you broke up with that lame stockbroker, Keith. You curve around the airport parking lot as Sheena starts digging deep into her latest soft-core episode with her husband since the six weeks ain’t up yet. In between interjections of how nasty Jarrell could be and watching planes taxi in the distance, you cruise through Instagram to take inventory of what your day might be like.

Managing social media for the biggest sports publication in the country was not the fulfillment of a dream after high school because, shit, social media didn’t exist when you were in high school. But it’s what has you just hours away from a flight to the NFL Combine in Indianapolis, sitting in a parking lot, listening to your BFF’s slow burn sexcapades. You break up the audio immersion experience once your timeline displays something else to ruminate over.

“Sheena! Shi -- shut up! I can’t believe - you remember Lisa from high school? She got married ...and it ain’t to Brasco.”

“Whaaaa… you can finally stop making u-turns in the hallway and snag your man!”

You didn’t appreciate the lowly dig from your friend about Nebraska “Brasco” Williams, star running back, track champion and boy so fine he made both Omarion and J-Boog look like ogres. Your high school crush had you shook to your pubescent core; pretty teeth, deep skin tone and two tattoos before the age of eighteen. You’d see him in the student parking lot with the rest of the football team and you’d rush to your car as if it would go home without you. He was too hot to handle. You were beyond envious that Lisa could.

“Lisa ain’t do too bad. Her man is crazy fine. I mean, not Brasco fine but still…”

“Man, he had high school going crazy. I wonder what happened to him after that fight? I should stalk him on Facebook while I pump.” You laugh so hard, the couple walking past your car stops their argument to stare at you.

Your laughs break once you realize you might actually miss that flight. You relegate Shi Shi to kiss the twins for you and to send his Facebook profile if she can actually find it. You tried years ago and failed.

“Aight, fave. I will. Love you. Text me when you touch down in Indy.”

As you weave through the terminal, your mind thinks back to the days at New Birth High School. While it brought you joy in a forever friend and the launching point for your forever career in sports journalism, it did bring you one of the most hurtful days of your life that took years to shake.

It was the summer going into your senior year. Lisa’s sweet sixteen pool party. No way in Hell you thought you’d be there but your Mom and Lisa’s stepmom sat on the same deacon board at church and somehow thought you two were friends; Lisa paid you dust in those hallways. You fretted over every part of your outfit, especially the swim shoes you didn’t want but your Dad picked up at Sports Authority. But you were fretting the most over your swimsuit, a red one-piece with a deep open back. It was sexy for a 16-year-old, to be honest, but you secretly tried it on at the mall and fell in love with it -- especially how it made you feel.

You fell in deep love with your body that day. The way the swimsuit clenched your waist, giving your almost-pear shape some definition you’d never seen before. Your hips sat wide, your breast placed taunt, just peeking through the sides, showing off a crescent shaped birthmark right below your collarbone. It was Jet Beauty of the Week-esque and it made you feel on top of the world. Something that society kept telling you a plus-size teenage girl was not to feel. You used the last of your paper route money to buy it and hid your secret weapon in the back of your closet until the day arrived. You were hoping to get some boy’s attention -- especially Brasco. But you’d take anybody’s glare if you could get it.

You were in the clear once your Mom dropped you and Sheena both off at Lisa’s back gate. As you walked into the party, the sounds of the local hip-hop and R&B radio station blasted throughout her huge backyard. So much fun was had -- so much splash and dash -- that the faint sounds of “Knuck If You Buck” failed to erupt a party full of teenagers it was made for. The pool seemed tempting in 90-plus heat but most of the temptation came from the jacuzzi next to it. There inside sat Brasco, his lanky on-field wide receiver sidekick Kenny and Jarell, Sheena’s partner-in-bedroom-bust crime looking delicious in their highlighter-color swim trunks. You were still figuring out your body and the reactions conjured up from the sight of water droplets chasing down their backs confused you even more. But the heat of the sun -- and the heat from your body -- got too much to bear. That pool called your name.

You stripped off your t-shirt and denim shorts, leaving your swim shoes back by the picnic table. They clashed. Your nerves splashed together like the water you couldn’t wait to feel, battering against your heart. Were you ready for all this attention? Amongst the rest of the classmates, you disappeared. You weren’t popular. People knew of you but didn’t know you, only associating you with Sheena by proxy of Jarell. “My Goodies” came on the radio, providing you a soundtrack and a sign from God. Before you could answer the call, Sheena jumped into the pool. You tossed your glasses on top of your clothes and did the same.

The water felt golden. Sheena smacked your face with sheets of chlorinated goodness. Too much fun was had by all, even Lisa joined in the fun. Suddenly the entire football team did too except Brasco and Jarell, languishing on the edge of the jacuzzi because like most boys from their side of town, they didn’t know how to swim. Lisa saw her boo in isolation and tapped Sheena on the shoulder.

“Hey, Shi Shi. Let’s get in the jacuzzi.” Sheena grabbed your hand to guide you out of the pool. You weren’t expecting to see your Mom at the other end. Sheena didn’t grab you to join her in the warm bubbles, she got you out at the angry-faced-behest of your mother. You both were going home. The party silenced and stares followed as everyone watched your walk-of-shame to grab your clothes. You got what you wanted in the worst way possible.

Your unholy exodus commenced when Lisa’s mom called yours to report what she saw: this red bathing suit too revealing for a little girl to wear. It wasn’t the green ruffled mess-of-a-bathing-suit from last year. She claimed to witness stares and whispers and “boobs hanging out, butt all out.” Your mom got over there quicker than a church shout. She waited to scold you after she dropped off Sheena.

It was a Sunday School scolding like no other. Tears pooled deep like the one you were just having fun in. You tossed the bathing suit into the trash bin. You were never going to see it again.

The announcement of your flight breaks you out of your day nightmare. Grabbing the handle on your suitcase, you see a text with an attachment from Sheena.

Girllllllllllll. I found Brasco and babyyyyyyyyyyy…

You gasp. Time did a wonder on him in all the right ways. He packed on even more muscle, chiseling out the navy thermal dressing his upper body. Teeth still bright, Moonlight-bright. His Omarion-Pandemonium-era braids were gone, now donning a clean fade with perfect waves. His stance meant business, a lot of it risky. You bite your lower lip to mask the “damn!” urging a release from you, staring at his picture so intensely that you damn near walk into the stewardess checking your boarding pass.

You couldn’t wait to get to your first-class seat. You needed a safe space to drown in your own splash waterfalls. You beg Sheena to send you his profile, looking to make some more of that mess and she obliges. Scrolling through his Facebook, you see nothing. You needed him to match your uncleanliness. Another text from Sheena breaks you out of your spell.

Ain’t shit on here though. I can’t find an Instagram or anything. That’s where the dirt is at lol

You put your social media skills to work. Ain’t an Instagram profile that you can’t find. Nebraska Williams brings up nothing. Such a unique name and nothing to show for it.

Maybe Jarell can follow him, Shi.

Jarell ain’t on this thing. He hates all this stuff. You want me to follow him?

Girl, yes! I need more pictures! I’m trying to find his ‘gram and no diceeeeeee. Ughhhh.

Damn the “no cell phone until after lift off” announcement. You then try “Brasco”, too many names -- rappers, really-- and a dog company to boot. “Brasco Williams” yields no results. You couldn’t wait what could be hours, days, weeks, maybe never, for a response from Brasco to Sheena’s friend request.

You pull up Google as a last ditch effort. The results bring up what only seems to be archives from your now-defunct city newspaper covering one of Nebraska’s record-setting games from 2005. You know to quit while you’re ahead until you see a Youtube video: “Nebraska Williams (RB) New Birth High School (MD). uploaded by Donyell Williams. You remember Donyell as this boy who played too damn much in Geometry class but right now, he’s Brasco’s cousin who's Instagram profile came up on the first search. Thank God his profile wasn’t private. You scroll back far enough to hit the jackpot.

I found it! @donniebrascowill is his Instagram.

Sheena was right about the dirt. His posts were bare but his stories carried enough. Enough shirtless, weightlifting, fresh-out-the-barbershop-got-to-show-you-the-fade dirt. You hit the follow button before the stewardess asked for your drink selection.

End of Part I

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consumeconstantly · 4 years

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The Only Antidote is a Kiss

Summary: Scarecrow always did come up with the most whacky chemical formulas to test on people. Red Hood gets dosed with his latest toxin, and the only way to cure it is with a kiss. The only candidate? Long time rival and almost enemy, Ladybird.

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“No,” Red Hood said, resolutely. “No way in hell.”

Red Robin’s exasperated voice crackled over the comm. “Hood, if you don’t, you’re going to die.”

“Do you think I care? Death is better.”

“I would say that’s insulting if I didn’t feel the exact same way.” Ladybird nonchalantly twirled a yoyo at her side. “Besides, ten minutes is plenty of time to get him someone else.”

“You two are in the middle of nowhere. It’s thirty minutes to the nearest city.”

“Yeah, but the suburbs are always an option. You Bats always seem to miss the obvious solution.”

“I’m not kissing her,” Red Hood repeated.

“I know that you two are…” Red Robin tried to find a more delicate way to word their relationship, “Not always on the best of terms, but you are on the same side right now. Ladybird, you don’t want Red Hood to die, do you?”

Plying Ladybird was always easier than trying to convince Red Hood. The woman had a heart of gold. Today? No such luck.

“He’s not going to die,” Ladybird scoffed. “If he dies over this instead of the many, many, many assassination attempts that I saved him from, I’ll feel insulted. But I’m also not going to help. I’m not going to kiss an unwilling party, and certainly not one with a mug as ugly as Red Hood.”

“You’ve never even seen my face!” Red Hood argued from safely inside his beauteous red bucket.

“Yeah, well you’ve never seen mine either, and yet somehow, you have no issue with calling me disfigured every time our paths cross.”

“You’re wearing a mask. Only people who are horribly scarred wear full face masks.”

“Oh, so you’re admitting you’re ugly then?”

“No, I’m wearing a helmet, not a mask. Big difference.”

Ladybird barely stopped herself from bashing her head against the cement and steel wall. If the action didn’t break her mask, she would have considered going through with it. “God, this is why I’m not going to kiss him, Red Robin. Can’t you use one of those zeta things and drop in a girl for him to make out with?”

“You know they don’t work like that.”

“I wouldn’t know, it’s not like I’m in the Justice League.”

“Not for a lack of trying! We’ve offered you the position at least ten different times.”

“Yeah, on the condition that I get Red Hood to join up too. That certainly doesn’t sound like you guys actually want my help.”

“Nine minutes on the clock,” an automated voice reminded them.

“I say we blow this popsicle stand,” Red Hood pointed a finger up at the cement ceiling.

“Wow, what a stupendously original idea, Red Hood. It’s almost like the next thing out of your mouth might be something vaguely resembling intelligence. Oh wait, that’s right. We can’t get out of this hell hole because there’s three feet of cement on every side of us and we have no weapons that can help.”

“I haven’t had a crack at it, yet.”

“Be my guest. I’ll sit back and laugh at your failed attempts.” Ladybird reclined on a wall. “We both know that between the two of us, I’m the one who’s better at escape and solutions that don't require firearms. You don’t think with either one of your heads, you think with your AK-47.”

“My babies are all I need to get the job done. Your plans are always so unnecessarily convoluted.”

“They’re convoluted so I can cover my tracks instead of leaving evidence, debris, and dead bodies behind.”

“Uh, guys? Can you have your spat after Hood’s life is out of immediate danger?”

“No,” both of them chorused, immediately glaring at each other for speaking in sync.

“I doubt Scarecrow actually came up with a formula that will make you die if you don’t kiss someone of the opposite gender within ten minutes. That seems like the kind of chemical compound that’s featured in all of those really trashy romance novels, except instead of being unable to control your instincts, you die.” Ladybird considered the empty vial on the floor. “I’m confident that Red Hood can ride this out with minimal damage. Even if he does get horny, it’s not like he’s going to go for me-- drug induced state or not, he can’t stand my guts.”

“Can I just say that I don’t want to bank his life on that assumption?”

“It’s not like your life is the one at stake. Just try to get someone out here that can break down this welded door for us sooner, rather than later.” Ladybird gives Red Hood a once over. “Besides, if he does try anything, we all know that I’m more than capable of tying him up.”

“Hey, why don’t you use that Lucky Charm of yours?”

“Do you think I didn’t think of that already? That was one of the first things I considered.”

“So why didn’t you use it?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that after I do, I detransform within five minutes? Not a big fan of exposing my identity, plus it’s not like anybody’s in any real danger because we’re locked up here. Scarecrow’s tied up, the goons that welded the door shut on us aren’t capable of using their brains, and a team is going to bust us out in thirty minutes anyways.”

For the millionth time, Red Hood pounded his shoulder against the steel weld, hoping that something would give. Nothing happened.

A beep sounded.

“Ten minutes have passed.”

“See?” Ladybird crowed triumphantly. “I was right. Nothing’s--”

Red Hood fell to the floor, clawing at his chest.

“... happening. I jinxed it, didn’t I? I guess I’ll use it, then.”

Ladybird called for a lucky charm. No antidote fell into her hand. Just a sheet of paper, saying Kiss him.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Tikki, don’t do me dirty like this!”

“Tikki? Who’s Tikki? What did the Lucky Charm give you?”

A wet cough sounded from underneath Red Hood’s helmet. He started to gasp for air.

Ladybird didn’t like Hood, but Red Robin was right. She had grown fond of him after saving his ass so many times. She wasn’t just going to let him die, especially not when she could help him. With a bone weary sigh, she knelt next to Red Hood.

“I guess we’re doing this, aren’t we? Red Robin, comms off.”

“Off? But Hood sounds like--”

“Off,” she repeated, firmly. “Or I’ll break them.”

The telltale sign of static ceased in her ears.

Ladybird held Red Hood by his shoulders, maneuvering his mask off.

“I hope you’re ugly,” she whispered.

He was not.

Even with blood on his lips, Jason Todd was unfortunately attractive.

“Gonna--” he coughed again, the spray of blood accompanied by a wheeze. “Bless me with your face before I die?”

“I can’t believe that you’re still snarky while you’re on death’s door.” Ladybird touched the full face mask that she added during her years as a vigilante in Gotham. She still has the usual Ladybug eye cover, so her identity is safe. But the noh mask provides a sense of safety to her. She’s loathe to take it off, but in order for a kiss to work, it needs to be put aside. With a sigh, she places it on the ground and places a hand over Red Hood’s startlingly blue eyes.

“Kinky,” he spat. Ladybird grimaced. Why she ended up on this mission alone with Red Hood was beyond her, but they always ended up in the worst situations together somehow, anyways.

Her lips descended on his.

Iron and sweat.

“Okay,” she said, wiping her lips with the hand that wasn’t preoccupied with shielding Red Hood’s eyes. “You feeling any better?”

He coughed again.

“Great, so Scarecrow was lying and I didn’t have to kiss you. You were just going to die anyways.”

She placed her noh mask back on, then pressed a button on her comm. “You’re going to want to speed up the whole backup team. Looks like Scarecrow was lying.”

“You’re kidding me. Scarecrow never lies--”

Red Hood sat up shakily.

“I’m fine, Replacement. Throat’s a little sore, but I’m fine.”

“Good to know his MO hasn’t changed,” Ladybird remarked. “I’d suggest that you wipe your face with something. It’s covered in blood.”

“And Ladybird cooties.” Red Hood used his forearm to wipe the blood off. Ladybird had to admit that the man was objectively good looking. The artist in her wanted to take a picture or sketch him. The shock of white hair, symmetrical features, and prominent nose. His eyes had a certain darkness in them, like he had seen the worst of the world, but there was still a clarity to them that said he was fighting against those injustices. “C’mon, you’ve seen my face, don’t you think it’s time to exchange the favor?”

“Backup’s arriving in three,” interjected Red Robin.

“There’s nothing in it for me.” Ladybird tugged the hood of her cloak down lower.

“Isn’t it weird that we kissed and I don’t know your face?”

“No.”

“You really are into some kinky shit.”

“Also no on that.”

“Then why not show me your face?”

“Stop being such a brat.”

“I know I’m older than you.”

“Bratiness isn’t measured in age, but in mental maturity. Which you have none of.”

“Please?”

“I’m almost tempted to take off my noh mask if only because that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say the word please.”

“If I say it again, will you?”

“I’ll consider it.”

“Pretty please, Ladybird?”

“... Fine.” She’d get a laugh out of this anyways, and the team was minutes away from picking them up.

She took off her noh mask to reveal the red and black domino.

Red Hood cursed.

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