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nero-spardas · 5 years ago
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When someone asks me why I haven’t worked on my WIP:
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nero-spardas · 5 years ago
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It’s a constant state of being 
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nero-spardas · 5 years ago
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Omg I don't even watch Stranger Things but the fact you're writing again makes me so happy!!!!!!!
aihgiaah this is so cute, thank you so much wtf!!!!! i had severe writer’s block for a while and i’m just happy to be posting something, even if it’s not something video game related! 💕
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nero-spardas · 5 years ago
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title: last night.
pairing: steve harrington x reader.
description: when having nightmares about the events of last night and the mind flayer, steve takes it into his own hands to comfort you. 
warning[s]: mentions of violence/gore, season 3 spoilers.
author’s note: i haven’t written a fic in months so bear with me, this is super short and shitty!!!! i am just trying to get back into writing tbh. i’m also accepting sfw/nsfw requests! 
When your eyes flutter open, you’re greeted with the dark shadow of the Mind Flayer’s figure as the neon lights of the Starcourt Mall glowed across it. It reminds you of a spider, standing on all of its legs and skittering around the Starcourt Mall’s floor. The only difference was, this spider wasn’t killing the bugs that snuck through the floorboards into your ranch-style home; the Mind Flayer was here to kill you and everyone else in Starcourt Mall, and ready to take the battle to the rest of the world. 
Staring up at it, you felt as if your bones had been frozen in place. You couldn’t move, the feeling of a black hole expanding in your lungs. It was similar to the feeling of being strangled; you couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t move, you couldn’t do anything. You were powerless as your gazed at the dark figure, knowing it was only a matter of time before it sucked the life out of you, just like it had with Billy.
Before you knew it, that moment was sudden as your vision was consumed by darkness, one of the Mind Flayer’s arms attaching itself to your face. You could feel the mouth of it piercing its way through your flesh, the world becoming dark and limb among you. 
You couldn’t stop the loud scream that escaped your lips, the Starcourt Mall fading as the interior of your bedroom took over your vision, your body jolting forward from your mattress. Your heart racing and thumping a war drum in your ears, you could feel the movement of your boyfriend stirring next to you as you attempted to catch your breath. 
“Y/N? You’re okay – everything is okay!” Steve’s voice echoes into your ears, a sensation of relief surging through your veins as you feel a pair of arms wrap themselves around your chest. 
The squeeze of his arms is gentle, a nice change to the touches you’ve exchanged within the recent days. The most memorable is running into the Starcourt Mall with the Party kids, spotting him sporting a black eye and a bloody face after being stuck in a secret Russian base for a day and getting his ass kicked again, in his own words. You’d ghosted your fingers over the black eye, gentle enough to see the damage but not cause any more pain than he already was feeling. 
“Everything is okay, I promise.” Steve’s soothing voice pulls you out of your thoughts again, causing a sigh of solace to pass your lips. 
Leaning your head back, you lean it against his chest before tilting your head upwards, meeting his gaze. “Sorry, I don’t know what happened – it’s not a big deal, I promise.” You chuckled lightly, attempting to downplay the scene. 
Deep down, you knew there was no reason to be scared; sure, you had witnessed what had happened to Billy and knowing what lurks in the world terrifies you, but it terrifies everyone. It terrifies kids younger than you and you figure if they’re able to sleep through the night, then you should be able to. 
“It’s a big deal if you’re screaming and kicking me.” He grumbles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You raise your eyebrows at the words kicking me, before rolling your eyes at his next sentence. “I swear, I’m gonna have a bruise on my leg.”
“I think you need one to match your other eye.” You mumble softly, earning a laugh from your boyfriend. 
“I think having a bruised leg is enough for the night.” He sighs, lifting one of his arms up from your chest before running it down his face. “You sure you're okay, babe?” 
There was one thing you had learned about Steve when you first started dating, and that was: he was protective. When it boiled down to anything, you were always the number one priority. Whether it meant having a spat with a teacher or your car breaking down on the interstate, he was always there for you and always wanting to make sure you were okay. More often than not, his questioning about your mental status would become overbearing, but as much as you hated to admit it, you found it adorable. You also found it comforting, knowing if you chose to, you were always more than welcome to open about your feelings to Steve.
And recently, you found the feeling to be mutual. 
Within the past weeks, you were finally learning things about Steve; things he had never opened up about in the past. It was interesting and you always found yourself intrigued over the stories of King Steve and how he came to be, how much he regretted certain things, how he wishes he would have spent more time talking to you than chasing tail (and Nancy Wheeler). 
Nodding your head, you press a chaste kiss to Steve’s cheek before offering a small smile towards him. “Yeah, I’m okay.” You answer, nodding your head a final time. “Are you okay?” 
“I’m with you, so yeah, I’m doing great – minus the fact I can’t stop thinking about that freaking Cadillac.” He hisses, shaking his head as a grin beams across his face. “Starting to think I gotta’ say bye to the BMW, you know?”
“You don’t even have a job anymore!” You exclaim, smacking his chest lightly. “Scoops is done! The whole mall is burned to the ground and you’re talking about getting a new car?”
Steve pauses for a moment, thinking the words over before nodding. “Yeah, pretty much.”
“You are ridiculous.” You scoff, the smile remaining across your features. 
“I love you too.”
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nero-spardas · 5 years ago
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Look, I’m a simple gal.
When I say I’m writing, I’m not.
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nero-spardas · 5 years ago
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I saw on your personal that you play Far Cry. Would you be open to writing an imagine for any of the Seed brothers?
it would depend mainly on the plot. i don’t really like the seed family/don’t have any interest in writing anything personally (minus maybe a self-indulgent faith fic but, again, that’d be heavily self-indulgent) but if someone sent in a good request/one i was truly interested writing, i would consider it!
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nero-spardas · 6 years ago
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Gabi you're making me fall into a Dante lane, I'm so mad at you
honestly i don’t feel bad, join the dante thirst train. we’ve got yeehaw dancing and one brain cell combined. 
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nero-spardas · 6 years ago
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Masterlist
*all of these are permalinks to ao3!
Resident Evil
Leon Kennedy/Reader
Breakfast in Bed (nsfw)
Breaking Point (nsfw)
Close Quarters (nsfw)
Cracks in the Glass (nsfw)
Dark Room (nsfw)
Hatefuck (nsfw)
How to Get Out of a Speeding Ticket (nsfw)
Interrogation (nsfw)
Late Night Workout (nsfw)
Leon S. Kennedy’s ABC’s (nsfw)
MILFshake (nsfw)
Party like It’s Your Birthday (nsfw)
Pop My Cherry? (nsfw)
Primal Lust (nsfw)
Punchlines (nsfw)
You Can Ring My Bell (sfw)
Chris Redfield/Reader/Leon Kennedy
A Night to Remember (nsfw)
Ada Wong/Reader/Leon Kennedy
Feel It (nsfw)
Aftermath (nsfw)
Chris Redfield/Reader
The Benefits of a Partnership (nsfw)
Knocked Up (nsfw)
Albert Wesker/Reader
Durango 95 (nsfw)
Claire Redfield/Reader
She’s My Cherry Pie (nsfw)
When One Thing Ends, Another Begins (nsfw)
Jill Valentine/Reader
Seeing Stars (nsfw)
William Birkin/Reader
My Dear Assistant (nsfw)
Drabble Collection
Behind Closed Doors (nsfw)
JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure
Jotaro Kujo/Reader
Sex & Cigarettes (nsfw)
Detroit Become Human
Connor/Reader
Demonstrate (nsfw)
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nero-spardas · 6 years ago
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So I've read your work and love it all, and was wondering if i could request a fluffy Dante x Reader if you have the time, feel free to do what ever you want to do, hope you have great week.
sorry for the wait but here it is! i hope you enjoyyyyyyyy ❤️
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nero-spardas · 6 years ago
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title: night stories.
pairing: dante sparda x reader.
summary: your boyfriend's stories are typically ones full of horror, gore, death, and demons. tonight, he decides to opt for a funny one.
word count: 1,011.
warnings: none. 
author’s note: i hope this is fluffy enough for you anon! crossposted on ao3 as usual. 
"I got called a DILF today."
The words break the silence shared between you and your boyfriend, the squeaking of your shared mattress entering the atmosphere as Dante flips over onto his side. Blinking, your mind runs over the words before you lift your head from your pillow. Eyes widened, you look down at him as you stifle a laugh. "You got called a what?"
"A DILF. You know, a dad I'd like to –"
You raise your hand, cutting your boyfriend off before he can speak further and nod your head. "I know what it means, Dante." You chuckle, rubbing your hand on the back of your neck.
A grin forms ear to ear across his face, his salt and pepper colored stubble prominent from the moonlight sneaking in through the blinds. He looked as handsome as ever, even with his eyes half shut, tiredness overtaking his features. "I just wanted to reiterate it, doll." Wiggling his eyebrows, you smack his chest lightly while giggling softly.
It had become a regular occurrence for the Devil Hunter to discuss the events of his day while the two of you were half-asleep. Neither of you had the chance to talk during the day; the two of you were busy. Dante was either off on a gig or you were dealing with your own day job. More often than not, the nightly discussions would consist of the demons he had killed prior to coming home, earning a wince from you and sending shivers down your spine. Your side of the conversation would be the details of clients you dealt with all day, either about they exhausted you or how they were actually kind for a change, earning eye rolls from Dante and mumbles about how he wish demons would listen to him like your clients. Sometimes, like tonight, he would opt for a funny story instead of the gruesome ones he would usually tell – the ones that would end up with you laughing your way to sleep.
"Okay, tell me the story then, DILF. How'd this whole thing happen?" You ask, raising your eyebrows.
"I went to the bar, you know – the Barrel House. I'm drinking my drink when these two college girls come running in. They're on the opposite side of the bar and all of sudden, they start pointing at me and I can hear the words, hot and something about being a daddy."
A loud burst of laughter slips from your mouth before you can stop it, your right hand coming up to cover it as a grin curves across your delicate features. "Okay, daddy. I can totally see this happening." You laugh, earning an eye roll from Dante.
"It did happen! I'm not making this up, [Y/N]!" He exclaims, poking your exposed hip gently. It wasn't unusual for you to wear a tank top and your underwear to bed, especially after a late night shared with Dante."Do you want me to finish my story or not?" He questions, looking back up to you. Nodding, the smile still remains plastered across your face.
"Anyways, I didn't think much about it. They were cute but you know, I got a smoking hot girlfriend at home waiting for me in the bathtub and sure, she's old enough to be their mom but she's still pretty smoking hot." He continues, your free hand smacking his chest lightly again. You finally set your right hand on his chest, absentmindedly tracing patterns as you listened to him talk. "I was finishing my drink when they came over and they said – hey, we wanted to let you know that you're super handsome and a total DILF. I winked, they left to get drunk, I came home and we tried that new cowgirl position with the –"
"I get it." You cut him off again, playfully glowering at him. "Well, I'm glad you got the complement of the century, Mister DILF."
Grabbing your forearm, Dante pulls you back down to the mattress before snaking his right arm around your waist, your body curling against his. He rests his head on top of your shoulder, pressing a chaste kiss against the skin, causing a feeling of warmth to shoot up to your cheeks. "It got me thinking about something, though." He speaks, his tone soft as he presses another kiss to your neck.
"About what?" You question, drawing out the word as his lips make their way up to your jawline, sliding to the spot below your ear. His hot breath on the area sends shivers down your back, his calloused fingers moving your hair out of the way to give him easy access.
He nips and kisses for a few moments, almost making you forget he had spoken at all until he does. "I wouldn't mind being a DILF one of these days, if you catch my drift." He finally speaks into your ear, causing your eyes to widen once again. Your mind wraps itself around the words, making sure you heard what you thought you heard before you pull away momentarily, flipping onto your other side so you're facing him.
"Are you being serious?" The question comes out louder than you expect, your face looking as if you were a deer in headlights. Your facial expression causes one of worry to wash over Dante's as he grabs a hold of your shoulders, rubbing his fingers slowly against them.
"You know what? Forget I said anything. It's not worth it if you're not wanting kids, babe. I mean, look at Nero, he's just as bad as –"
You cut him off by pressing a kiss to his lips, your fingers weaving into his hair. They tug delicately on his soft locks before you pull away, offering a gentle smile in his direction. "I want kids, Dante. I would love to have kids with the legendary Devil Hunter." You wiggle your eyebrows, earning a loud laugh from the silver-hair man.
Rolling his eyes, he pressed his lips against yours once again, mumbling quietly. "Never call me that again, doll."
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nero-spardas · 6 years ago
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i made a meme to show you how your support for my writing makes me feel!!!! i just get increasingly excited jsjdndjs
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nero-spardas · 6 years ago
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Do you have any advice for anyone who wants to start posting their own writing? I love your work and your writing is one of my inspirations
thank you so much, i appreciate the compliment! 
the best advice i can give is to throw yourself into your writing. if you’re proud of it/enthusiastic about it, it’ll draw others to read your work. always make sure to proofread and i also recommend reading your final draft out loud. it can help your writing become smoother/you can catch more mistakes that way and once you post that first fic/imagine, it’ll be so cool watching others like/reblog your work! good luck and i hope you link me to your work or use my hashtag (#nero-spardas) in your work so i’m able to reblog/read it!!!! ❤️❤️
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nero-spardas · 6 years ago
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Having Writer’s Block:
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nero-spardas · 6 years ago
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Hey! It's the anon that asked for the Chris/Reader and I just have to say, Holy Shit was that good! You're awesome and I am looking forward to future fics.
I’m glad you liked it and thank you so much!!! ❤️
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nero-spardas · 6 years ago
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as someone who never posts about their WIPs…
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nero-spardas · 6 years ago
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Hey hope your doing well, so I was wondering if I could request a Chris Redfield/ Reader fic. Maybe where the two haven’t seen each other for sometime and it leads to some smutty goodness. Love your writing ❤️
thank you so much! sorry it took so long but here you go, anon! i hope you like it! 
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