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gerrystamour · 10 months ago

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you are my destroyer [gift fic]

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Hey remember that really sad fic I wrote a while back with two OCs? Well those characters are back and you get to see some of their epic lovestory for the birthday of my beeloved Bee @tboygareth!

Happy Birthday Bee!!!!

Sam: mine

Dom: @patchworkgargoyle

CW: Rough sex, idiots in love (they're so frustrating)

Sam sat on the patio of a small cafe, across from a post office where he’d tracked the PO box he’d been sending letters to for two years. He had landed the day before, got himself a hotel room, and had a fitful night of sleep. The plan was to wait until his mark arrived, and then engage. That was it, and yet Sam’s stomach was in complete knots about it.

It was risky, going to Cuba and finding Dom. D’Amore would have his head if he found out, that was for sure. Worse, Dom might side with his father on that. The fact that Dom even went along with this forced exile meant that he agreed on some level that Vincenzo D’Amore had a good enough reason to send him here.

Vincenzo Junior had other opinions on the matter, and Sam always liked following Vinny’s gut feelings more than his own.

He was about to flag down a server to order another coffee when finally, Sam saw his mark.

The man hadn’t changed at all, and yet Sam almost didn’t recognize him. Dom’s dark hair was longer, falling to his shoulders in curls that Sam wanted so desperately to tangle his fingers in. He was still pale, too, despite the sunny locale, and Sam couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled up in his chest as Dom slipped into the post office.

With an excited grin, Sam stood up and tossed a pile of bills on the table and crossed the street, following Dom inside.

By the time Sam crossed the threshold, Dom was already standing at the wall of mailboxes, his lockbox still open while he rifled through the mail he’d received. Sam watched him for a moment, taking a silent, fortifying breath when Dom’s shoulders seemed to slump.

Reaching into the breast pocket of his own coat, Sam pulled a letter out and leaned close to Dom. “Excuse me, sir, I think the mailman dropped this,” he said, tone teasing and yet far more earnest than he would have liked.

Dom’s reaction was quick, and the world spun until Sam was slammed back against the wall of lockboxes. His free hand barely caught Dom’s other hand before the man could sink one of his favourite knives into Sam’s gut.

“Watch where you put that thing, Kitten,” Sam purred, smirking down at Dom as understanding and disbelief dawned on his expression. “Unless I’ve been reading your letters completely wrong, I don’t think you want me bleeding out all over the floor, yeah?”

Dom backed away quickly, almost as if he had been burned, looking Sam over as he tucked his knife away somewhere hidden. “How the fuck are you here?” he asked, and Sam was pretty sure Dom intended the question to sound sharp, cutting, but it missed the mark a bit.

Sam smirked, stepping closer to Dom. “Well, you see, Dom, we have these amazing contraptions called airplanes, right?” he said slowly, his mouth splitting his face with a proper grin as he towered over Dom, who was trying very hard not to smile and failing. “You get on them? And they fly you across oceans and shit? Surely, you’ve heard of them?”

“You asshole. Fuck off,” Dom bit out, the corners of his mouth ticking upward.

“I would rather fuck you, if given the choice,” Sam teased, and Dom’s eyes looked him over again.

This time, his gaze was hungry, especially with the way it lingered on Sam’s shaggy hair and beard. Stepping into Sam’s space, Dom grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down, just enough to growl in his face, “Come with me.”

Without further ado, Dom let go of Sam and spun on his heel, leaving the post office with a huff. Meeting the curious looks of the post office workers behind the counter, Sam winked and hurried after Dom, following him to a house that looked far too large for just one person to live in alone. Something sad and lonely twinged in Sam’s chest, a painful moment of empathy that had him wanting to hold Dom. The man would never allow it, so Sam would do the next best thing.

They barely cleared the threshold before Sam was slamming the door shut and crowding Dom against it. In a moment of blind, desperate desire, Sam dipped his head as if to kiss Dom, and the other man seemed to tip his mouth upward to accept it. But Sam caught himself, stopped short and rested his forehead against Dom’s, letting their breath mingle in the small, nearly nonexistent space between their mouths. Sam glanced down at Dom’s lips before meeting his eyes. Or he tried to meet Dom’s eyes, but the other man was also looking at his lips.

The fragile moment shattered as Dom sucked in a sharp breath and shoved Sam to his knees. “Put that mouth to proper use.”

Smirking, Sam reached up and literally ripped Dom’s pants open, letting them fall in a tattered heap around his ankles. “As you wish, Kitten,” he said, leaning in as Dom kicked one of his feet free to sling a leg over Sam’s shoulder, sealing his mouth around Dom’s perfect little dick.

From there, it was all heat and desperation, Sam wetly sucking Dom’s dick and licking into his cunt while Dom’s fingers twisted painfully in Sam’s hair. Above him, Sam could hear the thump of Dom’s head against the door as he let it fall back—high, shattered moans exploding from his throat.

Sam lost track of how much time he spent on his knees, as was often the case when he got to have Dom at his mercy like that. He couldn’t even be sure just how many times Dom came before he was being pushed away, Dom gasping a broken little, “Samuele, fuck, need your cock.”

“As you wish, Kitten,” Sam replied thickly, surging to his feet and picking Dom up.

They didn’t make it far, with Dom clinging to him and biting at Sam’s throat. As he stumbled past the living room, Sam turned abruptly and bent Dom over the back of the couch, one hand holding him down while he got his own belt and fly open with the other. When his cock was finally free, Sam wasted no time in lining up and shoving his cock into Dom’s cunt, bottoming out with a slick slap.

At Dom’s sharp hiss, Sam waited, trying to let Dom adjust to the intrusion, but it was certainly a test of patience. “Fuck, Kitten, you’re so fucking tight,” he gasped, hips twitching. He didn’t remember the fit being this snug before.

“Haven’t been fucked lately,” Dom admitted shakily, his nails digging into the leather seat of the couch. Sam tried not to think too much into that statement— it’s not like Dom was waiting for Sam, or that Dom was too hung up on Sam’s cock to have flings in Cuba— but there was still a part of him that was thrilled that he had no “competition” for Dom’s pleasure.

“Well,” Sam started, grabbing Dom’s hips tightly and slowly pulling out. “I’m gonna fix that for the next two weeks.”

The pace Sam set was punishing, brutal and relentless, chasing his own release at that point. He was close, desperate to spill his load inside Dom, hungry to watch his spend drip out of his cunt and down his thighs. Beneath him, Dom was noisy with almost shrill, punched out sounds as he just took what Sam gave him.

Leaning over Dom, Sam propped himself up with his hands on the seat of the couch and pressed several biting kisses to the back of Dom’s shoulder. When Dom threw his head back, Sam shifted his weight so he could gently wrap a hand around the base of Dom’s slender throat, making him arch his back dramatically. Grinding his cock into Dom’s cunt, Sam leaned as close to his face as possible and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

At the soft caress, even as Sam ruthlessly ground his cock down into his g-spot, Dom turned his face toward Sam. With each roll of Sam’s hips, their lips would brush against each other. Not a kiss, but so fucking close it had desperate tears springing to Sam’s eyes.

Blinking the tears away and hoping Dom didn’t notice them, Sam moaned, “Dominik.”

“Samuele,” Dom whined back, his eyes half-lidded and hazy as he tried to meet Sam’s thrusts before he tensed up and clenched almost painfully hard around Sam’s cock.

Dom’s orgasm was intense, the wet heat of him becoming impossibly tight while a hot gush of water spilled around Sam’s cock, down both of their legs, and onto the floor. It wasn’t long after that Sam followed him noisily over the edge, pumping his seed deep into Dom’s cunt as he held their hips flush together.

“Christ, almost fucking forgot how fucking good of a lay you are,” Dom said hoarsely as he shuddered through the aftershocks of his release.

Sam just chuckled and pulled out, dropping to his knees behind Dom to pull his cunt open with his thumbs. “I’m not even close to being done with you today, sweetheart,” he said before licking a firm strip up the messy seam of Dom’s cunt, from dick to taint.

The sun had set by the time they found themselves on the bed, sweat cooling on their skin as they caught their breath. Sam was stretched out on his back, eyes closed with one arm tucked up under his head while the other was wrapped around Dom’s lithe body. The other man was pressed up against Sam’s side, his chin resting on his hand on Sam’s chest. Sam didn’t have to open his eyes to know that Dom was staring, and if the grump was staring he was probably overthinking something.

“Can smell those gears in your head overheating with all that thinkin’,” Sam grumbled, laughing and squirming away when Dom harrumphed and bit one of his nipples.

After they settled again, Dom asked, “Seriously, Sam, how are you here?”

Grunting, Sam shrugged before squawking when Dom bit him again. With a sigh, he kept his eyes closed as he said, “Vinny.”

Dom frowned. “Vinny?”

“Your old man went to Italy for a funeral,” Sam elaborated, shrugging. “So Vinny sent me here.”

There were several beats of silence, and Sam could feel Dom’s gaze on him. It went on long enough that Sam was about to open his eyes to finally look at the man in his arms, but then he felt Dom’s lips against his chest. It wasn’t quite a kiss either, but it was close enough to make that part of Sam that was in love with Dom ache.

“I’m glad you came,” Dom mumbled against his skin, and Sam finally opened his eyes to look down at him.

“Yeah?” he asked, smiling lightly.

“Yeah,” Dom hummed before rolling his eyes with a huff. “It was getting boring here.”

At that, Sam laughed. “Happy to be of service, sweetheart,” he said, and Dom smirked.

“Mm, like the sound of that. Service…” he purred, reaching down and wrapping his hand around Sam’s soft cock, squeezing until Sam hissed. “How quick do you think you can get this back up?”

With a sighing groan, his cock twitching already in Dom’s grip, Sam rolled them so that he was on top of Dom, his hips slotting between pale thighs. “As quick as you want it, sweetheart.”

#gerry writes #mafia!au #oc.fic #samdom #gerry.oc

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bloodymiso · 6 months ago

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★ matchup exchange

— with @imjustabeanie

a/n: sorry this took a little long:3 hope you enjoy, i made sure to match the length with the average length of the exchange matchups you write!

i ship you with.. alhaitham :3

ygs would be a literal POWER couple. like i literally do not care what you say “b-but he’s too distant!!” shhhh😾😾

youre one of the few people he actually enjoys spending time with. library dates, museum dates, picnic dates you name it. im thinking ygs met in your early akademiya days. not canon but i have a feeling he was a little mischievous when he was younger, sneaking in and out of the library at 3am, climbing up large trees for peace and silence to look out onto the forest. he acts like he “doesn’t understand” acts of romance but bfr this man would set up the most sick ass dates ever.

hes not the type to make hand made gifts but this man will 10/10 write you letters, written in pretty cursive, always a small heart at the end of your name.(he “thinks its cheesy” yet continues to put it) *cough* sometimes with some *cough* items for *cough cough* experiments *cough*

more of a research guy than an experiment dude but ygs would work on projects together. he’ll do most of the research parts, you’ll do most of the..hands-on activities. about your childhood dream, i dont expect alhaitham to be..accepting of it. but—i quote, “from a research point of view, that would be..interesting.” procrastinating? that man will shove you out of that.

a. hey, love you have a project due tomorrow. r. how the fuck did you know that?

SPARRING oh my god ygs would spar together you cant change my mind. idk what kind of weapon you’d wield but if you wouldnt wield one then hand-to-hand combat works too.

im just gonna admit it, both of you would be kind of slow when it came to opening up. this is cheesy but ygs would have met through a school project idc what you say. you always spotted him in the library, was he hot? fuck yeah. would you admit that? no. im thinking it took you guys a long time to even get on a first-name basis.

alhaitham understands being misunderstood, he gets it. he masks his feelings, pushes others away even. this man is touch starved like seriously. he acts all “mr stoic” but this man could sob his ass of with you. even if you cant open up back, he’ll open up to you. i can imagine your relationship lasting a pretty long time(maybe up until,, yk). sure you guys would argue here and there but never to the point that pride would stop ygs from apologizing to eachother. he always knows when he’s in the wrong.

i always see those fanfics w chars reading to their s/o but like bfr who the hell likes being read to. like?? its so boring just let me read it on my own. rather than that i can imagine you two on the couch, as you read your silly/pos books and he reads something on like idk trees?? he’d probably ask you to teach him one of the languages you know:3

ygs probably wouldnt have announced your relationship. the first time alhaitham ever really said “yeah this is my lover” to someone else except you was when kaveh dropped the pile of books in his hands seeing a girl on alhaitham’s bed(he screamed like a seagull).

k. ALHAITHAM!!!the—there’s a girl on your bed! a. yeah that’s my girlfriend kaveh pauses k. wait—girl friend with a space or no space? a. no space

after that kaveh blabbed to like half of sumeru that “alhaitham has a golly gosh girlfriend!!!!”

other possible matches. albedo, tighnari, dottore & baizhu

(><) wanna support? reblog with tags pookies!!

#matchups #matchup exchange #match up #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact matchup #genshin matchup #genshin impact matchups #⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ aki matches?!

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kyberphilosopher · 3 years ago

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Inertia

You and your partner, Eobard, discover that he has a son. Warnings: Requested work, literally Eobard Thawne, crude humor, sexual humor, language, writer in a flop era Word Count: 5006

in·er·tia/iˈnərSHə/

noun- a tendency to do nothing or to remain unchanged. In Physics, inertia is a property of matter by which it continues in its existing state of rest or uniform motion in a straight line, unless that state is changed by an external force. Ex. "The power required to overcome friction and the inertia of the moving parts."

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“Don’t move until I say.”

“Eobard, please. I have to.”

“I said no. Stay right where you are. Y/N, stop moving, or I’ll make you.”

As the grip of his hands tighten, you back off tiredly in an attempt to keep your movement to a minimum. It still hurts, though it’s far less than it would if you were writhing freely- just as Thawne said.

“Eobard, seriously,” you bite down on your lip. “That’s too deep. It hurts.”

“I know how to do it,” your partner hisses in return. As if in response, you feel his lukewarm fingers pinch a bit of skin on your back to distract from the pain. It’s cruel, but it works. You’re too focused on that sharp, cynical jolt he’s presented you to notice he’s poked you with the needle once more. “Don’t tell me I’ll accidentally break you,” he drawls.

Your eyebrow arches upwards with a suspicion, head tilting slightly. “You can’t do this in super speed?”

Eobard gives a soft, yet throaty, one syllable chuckle, still threading your skin back together. “You don’t want that.”

“I think I do,” you respond. When you look up, you catch a glimpse of the two of you in the dirty mirror that hangs over the bathroom sink. You, sitting hunched atop a step stool, Eobard behind you on the edge of the bathtub. You’re bunching your shirt up for him so he can stitch the wound on your back. It’s a task he’s making more painful than it really is, no doubt on purpose. “I also think you just love to torture me.”

Through the mirror, his lips flick upwards in an evil grin, the rest of his face hidden by a yellow mask. “Oh yeah?”

A nip of skin is squeezed between fingertips- another pinching sensation. This time it makes you flinch.

“I told you not to move.”

“You did that on purpose,” you accuse quietly, trying to keep yourself calm so you can go to being still once more.

“Hm? You want me to stop?” Thawne stops his movement all together. In the reflecting glass, he has a grinning and expectant look on his face- the look he gets when he knows he’s won an argument. Like a brat. Like a dick.

You look at him over your shoulder, meeting his icy blue irises face to face. Any aggression inside of you doesn’t last long, of course. It takes but an instant for a suppressed smirk to grace your own features. So you relent. “Fuck off.”

It’s apparently enough for Eobard, as he goes back to work sewing your wounded skin together.

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In a way, meeting Eobard was a gift.

Despite being smarter and arguably better than your peers in every way, most everyone liked you. There was no reason for why, or why not- you were too calm to be flashy, too observant to be ignorant. You were quiet, and yet you’d naturally (and oddly) fallen slightly high in the high school social pyramid. That’s how you managed to end up on a trip to the boardwalk after graduating high school, with a girl who was far more popular than yourself.

She’d smiled, you smiled back. You’d been talking about something that either was or wasn’t important, you can’t remember which anymore, when suddenly she was just gone. As fast as a gust of wind, she was over the railing and on the sand below, her skull split open over a rock.

A gust of wind. That was what the police had deemed the cause of the incident. It would’ve been believable if you hadn’t noticed said gust was colored red and gold from head toe. But The Flash had simply been caught up in running somewhere and bumped into someone at too high a speed.

What were you going to do? Go to the police and accuse a super metahuman? No way would anyone on the planet believe you. So you did the next logical thing. Take your genius level intellect, move into a clock tower with one of the most technologically advanced setups in the world, be declared missing by loved ones, and spend every second of your life thwarting Mr. Flash from the shadows.

At the same time, a rather backwards version of the speedster was making himself known. At least three times had you looked up to a television and seen him rampaging through Central City, sometimes against the Flash and sometimes not. Back then, you really hadn’t thought much of him. He was just one more threat in the city like Cold and Heatwave, and it’s not like he ever did something that was over the line. As far as you were concerned, Reverse Flash was a tool for you.

You grew into a legend on the dark web, referred to as Anorak. You could hack anything and anyone. While Flash was in the street, stoplights would confuse the cars and cause crashes and damage to himself or others. Personal information was found, leading to a series of blackmail victims that made you quite a large sum of money before that damn scarlet speedster intervened. You’d even managed to cause the downfall of a rather well known politician.

One day, you watched your enemy zoom through the city as he always does, waiting for the opportune moment to make something go awry. But before you could, another blur knocked into the original, and leered over him. It was Reverse Flash.

So when the “hero” made a break for it, hoping to get him away from civilians or lose him, you caused everything to go wrong. Traffic either made the Flash crash into cars or swerve innocents out of the way. Blackouts made people scream out and distract him. Even big televisions attached to buildings became so hot, they fizzled and made sparks fall to the ground.

Reverse Flash caught up with him not long after, gave him a few punches. He might’ve killed the original Flash if the cops hadn’t shown up, which you blamed yourself for being too distracted to stop. He got away, of course, but you kept a way closer eye on the man after that. He took off his mask and costume in an alleyway one night, which is how you learned his identity.

His name was-

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“Eobard.”

It takes a second for your companion to respond to you, but he does. “I see it.”

You bite the inside of your left cheek, eyes glued to the words in front of you as you analyze as fast as you can. In the past, they must’ve blended with the others really well for you to not have noticed. Now they stand out like they’ve been bolded all this time, hitting you right in the face.

For a brief instant, the alarm flushes down from your throat with a swallow. Your parted lips close, only to be replaced with a devilish smile as you poke the man beside you. The finger sheepishly juts against the side of his abdomen, which is firm under his yellow sweatshirt.

“Dilf,” you whisper as you look up at your partner. Normally, Eobard would’ve probably cracked a crooked smile at that sort of thing. Now his face is like stone.

Eobard’s icy eyes are locked ahead. His sharp jaw clenches and unclenches like a tightening rope. With his hood pulled over his head, he probably looked suspicious already. But standing here now? Intense and caged? You have to move on soon before someone comes and notices. But where to go?

This is The Flash Museum. It’s full of open spaces and modern structures, leaving little place to hide. You suppose you could take him into a bathroom, but the bathroom’s here are only intended for one person at a time. Going in with him in such a famous place like this would draw eyes and possibly end in getting thrown out.

A sharp squeeze makes electricity shoot through your body. You look up to Eobard again. This time, he’s already tilting his own head downward to make eye contact. Eobard is fit and strong. He’s always loomed over you.

“So what?”

“Did you know about this?”

“No,” Eobard says simply.

“And you’re not… feeling or anything?”

His brows crease, teeth gritting almost angrily. “It’s not like I have to pay child support for it.”

‘It.’

“Thawne.”

Eobard slips an arm around your shoulders to pull you tight against the side of him, his other hand squeezing your adjacent arm. His head croons down slightly until he’s closer to your face. Now you’ve got your cover. From behind, to anyone else, you just look like a regular young couple. In reality, Eobard’s your partner in crime. Friend? Don’t be ridiculous. Boyfriend? Yeah, right. He’s just the person you see the most.

“You’re the one who called me a Dilf,” Eobard says to you, lowly. “What, now you’re complaining?”

You urge quietly. “We didn’t know you were a dad until five seconds ago.”

“The kid doesn’t even exist yet,” Eobard scrunches his face. Then he closes his eyes and whispers, “Fuckin’ child support...”

You pan your eyes from your metahuman ally to the panel straight ahead. In the hall of villains, you and him stand in front of a large, modern Reverse Flash section. It’s lucky the picture of him they chose was him in his suit, otherwise the two of you would be screwed right about now.

“You’ve got a boy,” you read aloud. “Thaddeus. Doesn’t say anything about who you had it with.”

“Maybe it’s you.”

“Hey, there might be more to this kid, Thawne. Apparently we have to go to... slide 15? There’s slides?”

Eobard claps his palms against you as if to wake you up. “So... no child support. Hmm? How does that sound?” He smirks.

“Bullet dodged,” you remark quickly. “Are you seriously not worried about Faddeous?”

“It’s Thaddeus. And it hasn’t happened yet.”

“But it will. It’s kind of literally set in stone.”

“I don’t remember that happening.”

You pass him a look, unintentionally.

Eobard’s facial expression changes somewhat, though you can’t explain how or why. “Don’t look at me like that. Don’t be upset.”

“I’m not upset,” you say, upset.

Eobard is still for a moment, staring at you as he pulls himself back up to his natural height. “I thought you were smarter than this.”

“Yeah, you can talk to me about being smart when you unfuck Thaddeus’s bimbo,” you snark as you turn away.

“Fuck off.”

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You really weren’t actually upset. It was just weird.

How had neither of you noticed it in the museum before? It seems an awfully important thing to know about someone. But you believe Eobard when he told you he has no recollection of this. Once, he told you that he had traveled through time and space just to erase a childhood friend of the Flash from existence. That, coupled with the amount of times Eobard’s pointed at a kid he’d like to kick down some stairs to you, is enough for you to feel secure in the fact that he’s not exactly (purposefully) interested in a child.

So, who’d he have a baby with? Not that you care. Eobard’s your business partner. It’s not really your matter who he has a kid with or not.

Does Eobard have a breeding thing?

“Well if it isn’t the legendary Anorak.”

Two electric fingers poke your sides from behind. Red bolts of lightning jolt through you as you tense momentarily, ripping you from your considerations, before continuing to click your fingers on your keyboard. “I live here,” you mutter. “Where’ve you been all night?”

You finish up what you’re typing to spin around so your many computer monitors are behind you, now facing the golden speedster himself. His body is still thrumming with scarlet electricity, orbs matching dangerously. Eobard must have yet to cool down from his latest spree. Let’s just hope he did some damage to Mr. Barry Allen in the process.

“Out,” he replies with a sinister grin. You love that grin, enough to feel yourself relax slightly as you lean back in your chair.

“Did you get my groceries?”

It’s not uncommon for Eobard to occasionally run errands for you. He practically lives in the clocktower with you, after all. But as Eobard disappears and reappears in a yellow whiz, holding a large, still steaming paper bag, you know it’s not true. “I got dinner. Indian place on Cross.”

Translation: He stole it.

“So like, not my groceries,” you stand and snatch the bag from the man’s large hand as you walk past. “Aren’t you being pleasant this evening.”

“I’m always pleasant,” you hear the man seethe from behind you, Eobard’s voice throaty.

You’re pulling out the contents of the wonderful smelling package when he speaks again. “I have an idea for you.”

Uh oh.

“This food is a bribe?”

“What were you really expecting?”

“If we’re being honest, I expected some food,” you pop the containers open to inspect the contents. “Groceries, even. Can you get me a plate or something?”

“No. Now please-”

Eobard seats himself in the chair across your round table, fingertips pressed together over his lips. Under his golden half mask, he looks at you almost excitedly, brows hanging over his red eyes as his lips curl into a wicked grin. There’s no doubt that Thawne is crazy, but you can handle it. You don’t mind.

“-hear me out.”

Resuming your actions, you search the bag for any plastic forks or napkins. “My listening ears are on. Plate?”

“No. You’ll recall that fun fact we learned in The Flash Museum?”

Right. Plates. They’ll be in the cabinet in the area you’ve designated as the ‘kitchen space’. “Is this about the Dilf thing? It didn’t mean anything.”

Eobard snorts. “We’ll see about that. Now are you going to listen to my idea or not?”

You freeze.

“I can have us meet my son.”

Oh?

Oh.

“Oh.”

Eobard’s fingers play with each other. “I went to see him earlier today. It’s pretty basic time travel stuff, Y/N. You have nothing to worry about. But that kid? Well, I change my mind. He’s... interesting. I want you to meet him.”

You pluck two paper plates from the wooden shelf before walking back to the table. “You want me to meet your son?”

Eobard sits forward. “Don’t think of it like that,” he says. “Think of it more like putting your mind at ease. He’s a good little brat.”

This earns a scoff from you. “There’s nothing to put at ease because I’m not upset.”

“That’s good,” Eobard continues. “But besides the point. Let’s go now.”

A pause. “Right... now?”

Eobard smirks. “Right now.”

You’re about to say no, to narrow your eyes at him and just eat your damn food. But then your lips part, and you ask him, calmly, “Why?”

“He’s a lovely kid,” Eobard promises, eyes glinting. “Smart as a whip, as fast as his father. Little brat doesn’t even need child support. Hell, he’s practically doing everything all on his own.”

You swallow, tentatively pressing the paper plate onto the table. “He has powers? In the future?”

Eobard leans back in his chair, arms crossing over his broad chest. “Yep,” he says, popping the ‘p’. “My time. Any age you want. I’ll make the ride smooth for ya. Did I mention he’s faster than light?”

“I thought all of you were faster than light.”

For a couple seconds straight, your eyebrows furrow and unfurrow repeatedly. “So...” you begin, thinking. “...So... who was the- the-” you do a rotating motion with your hands.

“The other half of the child makin’ equation?” Eobard quips.

“Yes. That.”

Silence. “Does it matter?” Eobard questions. “In my time, you can make your child into anything you want. Parents won’t influence much.”

“You’re not curious as to who you fucked a kid into?”

“Not particularly.”

A pause.

“So, how old do you want him to be when you go meet him?”

You close your eyes and suck in a breath, mind wrapping around Thawne’s words like they’re his last. “What?”

Eobard rolls his eyes. “How far into the future do you want to go?”

You’re quiet for a moment, holding Eobard’s stare. “This is your worst joke to date,”” you decide, breaking the stare.

Eobard raises an eyebrow. “Don’t lie to me,” he warns. “You don’t want to meet-”

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“Thaddeus?”

As the boy turns around, golden hair glinting in the light of the sun through the windows, a strong instinct to steady yourself with Eobard’s arm washes over you. That’s ridiculous, of course, since Eobard isn’t one to help and you’re not quite one to ask for help. But for one slow, magical instant, it’s a thought.

Thaddeus is the spitting image of his father. Although his hair is a little messy, the style is simple compared to all the other hyper modern ones you’ve seen today. Eobard tells you that in this time, couples can essentially customize their offspring to perfection. Thaddeus is also contrasting this, as if his parents wanted him to be… natural. Even his clothes are so casual, you’re reminded of your own in the tower. You can see it in his crooked lips, the shadow of dimples, splash of freckles over his nose. Besides that, his features are sharp and defining, with brows that frame his young face nicely. Only his eyes differ from his father. They have the same intelligence, yes, but the shape…

You’ve been so memorized and sick from the moment Eobard stopped running, trying to hold back your gawking at the architecture. The lights. The technology. Even the people’s styles- that it’s hard to believe that this one kid is the thing to make your stomach churn and ache. Eobard’s child. Eobard’s son. Eobard has a son!

And after all the skyscrapers you’d walked past, the cars, the screens- it was him who had your attention. Both of them. Your partner, Eobard, and his spawn, Thaddeus. How curious.

“You dropped this.” Eobard extends his hand out to the boy, who’s not nearly as tall as his father but still stocky in size.

Thaddeus looks down. The three of you stand still.

“Maybe you should be more careful with your stuff,” Eobard continues as his son takes the ID card from his fingers.

“Thanks,” Thaddeus says after a moment. Then he’s silent.

Certainly has his fathers social skills.

“You fifteen year olds these days,” Eobard goes on. “I could never find anything when I was your age.”

Thaddeus looks back up at him with an almost dorky smile. “You don’t look so old,” he says. “I don’t know.”

“This one couldn’t misplace a thing if they tried,” your partner leers down at you. “Give him some tips, dear.”

Dear.

His spawn looks you dead in the eye, completely unaware of who or what you are. It throws your brain through an internal loop and leaves your vocal chords up to their own familiarity.

“I don’t know how to tell you not to lose your ID card,” you stuff your hands into your pockets, which are connected to a futuristic black robe and pants.

“Nothin’ weird about that,” Eobard chimes in, laughing at you silently.

“I guess it was a little weird,” Thaddeus mutters.

“I’ll throttle you to death.”

“What?”

“Actually, there are other exhibits we wanted to see. We’re just visiting town,” you save Eobard quickly, slipping your hands around his upper arm. “Any recommendations?”

“Yeah,” Thaddeus glances around. “But um... have I seen you before?”

You almost choke. “I beg your pardon?”

Thaddeus tilts his head. “Haven’t I seen you before? Sorry- for being forward. I’m sorry.”

“We get around,” Eobard smirks- now you’re certain he’s doing it to piss you off. “Why do you ask?”

The boy breathes out and smiles again, looking down before back up. “You just look familiar. Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” you tell him, brows genuinely creasing as you watch Thaddeus’s pupils.

He seems… sweet, almost. Anxious.

He sucks in a hissing breath. “I’m not great at small talk. Thanks for my thing. Uh… so where are you guys from then?”

Actually, maybe he doesn’t have his fathers social skills. Eobard would never prolong a conversation.

“It’s pretty far away. I doubt a kid has heard of it,” your partner says. “What about you, Thaddeus?”

Thaddeus puts both hands in his pant pockets almost sheepishly. “I’m from here. In the city.”

“You’re from The Flash Museum?” you quip.

“Fuck, sorry-I wish. Just the city.”

“If you wish,” Eobard starts lowly, “maybe you should apply for a job.”

That’s right. Eobard worked here, didn’t he?

Thaddeus glances around. “I don’t know if I’d be good for business,” he chuckles softly. “You saw my last name right?”

“No,” you mutter. “We didn’t see your full name. Sorry.”

Thaddeus wiggles his fingers in his pockets. “It’s Thawne,” he says, as if it was some kind of curse. “Like… you know.”

You pretend to think for a moment. Eobard does the same. Then your mouths part and eyes widen as if in recognition. “Oh,” you exclaim. “Oh! Like Eobard Thawne. Reverse Flash. Yeah, I see what you mean. God, that guy...”

“Yeah, so I usually just tell my friends to call me Inertia.”

Another juxtaposition between the boy and his father. Eobard didn’t have any friends, nor did he want any.

Eobard speaks up. “I like your name as it is,” he says, words dripping with poison only you and him could be aware of. “A good strong name like that will command people without even intending to.”

“Well said, darling,” you begin to speak. “You can call me-”

“Enigma,” Eobard quickly silences you. “This is Enigma. People call me Zoom.”

What the hell?

“Cool names,” Thaddeus nods with a smile. “Are you two… um, are you guys partners?”

He’s asking if you’re fucking his dad… Eobard’s kid is asking if you’re fucking his dad!

“Yes,” you tell the kid quickly, knowing Eobard had something to say. Your lips split into a grin. “Yes, we’re married.”

And then it’s quiet. Normally, now would be the time Eobard says something. Some quip, some line. So you stare at his son, waiting for the man beside you to speak up. But he doesn’t.

Thaddeus narrows his eyes at the two of you. “Are you sure we haven’t met before? The two of you just look-”

Your eyes flicker to Eobard, but he’s already in motion. A hand clasps around your arm, forcing you to walk backwards in a hurried push. He’s squeezing your skin. It’s a sudden reminder of how he is, in fact, superpowered.

“We need to leave.”

“I’m sorry?”

“We gotta go,” Reverse Flash urges you, staring down into your eyes.

“Uh, bye?” His son calls behind you, watching you walk backwards.

Your brows scrunch in confusion, right before your heels catch and skid across the floor, throwing off your balance. Your entire force of gravity is pulled off- right elbow skirting pink against the floor in a burning sensation.

“Get up!” Eobard hisses, though he’s already bending down to help pick you upright again.

“Thawne,” you murmur back.

Above you, Eobard’s skin is flickering with energy. It crackles like lightning the color of blood, sizzling through his modern outfit and almost burning it away completely. Behind him, Thaddeus steps back with wide eyes, looking around for someone else to see what he sees.

“Yeah,” you nod fervently up at Eobard in agreement. “We gotta go.”

The electric buzz surrounding him begins to hum. “Grip tight,” he orders, though he’s already started pushing off his heels.

You do, nails reaching up to dig into his arm.

“You are so hot,” you nod fervently up at Eobard without thinking.

The last thing you see as the world turns to yellow and red, burning away in a seething fire, is the face of Thaddeus Thawne, who looks like a bewildered version of his father.

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

“Stop moving.”

“It hurts.”

“You think I give a shit? It won’t stop if you don’t stop your squirming.”

You still yourself with a frown, glancing down to your wound. “I can’t believe you let me fall.”

Eobard flicks the inside of your forearm, right in the vein. A shock runs through you with a jump. “I wouldn’t have caught you in time,” he seethes.

“You move in super speed,” your eyebrow quirks.

“Don’t try it,” Eobard warns, earning a smile from you. “Okay, ready?”

“Do it.”

In his hand, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, the man holds a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. In contrast, sitting on a stool, you hold out your arm for him, elbow out.

Eobard tips the bottle over your skin. It skids down in bubbling drips, burning over and over. Dead skin peels from the raw wound. Tiny beads of blood surface. You bite down on your left cheek to stomach the pain that both children and adults alike dread.

“So,” Eobard begins, still spilling the peroxide over your elbow far past the needed amount of time. “How did you like the boy?”

Your eyes flicker up to him. You can smell Eobard’s scent. “I wouldn’t know. Much like the grocery incident, you left before it could get done.”

Eobard downs the entire bottle of fluid over your elbow. It stings and burns, causing you to hiss out in pain. “Thawne!”

“I took you to the future, Y/N. You should be happy. I did it for you.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that!” you exclaim. “You didn’t even say why we had to fucking go.”

You watch his eyes go red like a light switch. You learned pretty early on that Eobard could do this on command. On a whir, the empty bottle of peroxide flushes to the ground with a sharp bang. “Be careful.”

“Or what? You’ll put your fingers through my goddamn brain?”

Immediately, you regret it. You knew the meaning behind your words were important between you and Eobard. They’re sacred, private. And here you are throwing his own murdered beloved right in his face.

Holy shit. Ho-ly shit. Eobard could end your life right now. He’s superpowered. He’s vibrated his hand into someone’s brain. You’re not. You’re just some bozo who ticked him off.

Your hands fly up to your face on instinct, palms out as a shield. “Wait, wait, wait!” you fold. “Wait! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Then it’s time to wait for death.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you beg- chant. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Movement. You hear movement. And then you hear his voice, stern and compacted, as if he’s trying to keep it together, say, “You’re fine.”

You are not fine. You are dangerously close to death.

You lower your fingers slowly.

“Just don’t ever try that again.”

Eobard’s eyes are still deliriously red. You know he’s pissed. You know you shouldn’t have said it. You know you’ve fucked up. But you also know it’s out of character for him to let it go. It matters to you, maybe just a little bit, in a good way. But there’s no time to analyze it now.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

Silence.

“Eobard?” you start. “What happens to your son?”

When he meets your eyes, they’re not red anymore. They’ve returned to that pretty, icy blue you see so normally. “Why do you want to know?”

A shrug. The movement makes the stinging sensation return to your elbow. When Eobard Thawne’s eyes search your own, the feeling spreads through your arm and neck, up to your face.

“You said he has powers, but he just acted like... a normal kid. He seemed kinda happy, you know? And he didn’t want anything to even do with you.”

Eobard sits in thought for a moment. It’s enough of a moment for you to realize what the silence means.

“He ends up like you? Or close?”

A flash of red rings Eobard’s iris. “Who cares?” he settles upon saying in return.

A beat. Two beats, three. Then you crack a little smile. “No child support… yeah. Who cares?” you say. “Think we should forget about him?”

Eobard rolls his head. “We did it before.”

We.

You frown. “I think you really hurt my elbow this time. No seriously.”

“Good,” Eobard pokes.

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I.”

And it goes on like that forever and ever, or at least that’s what you’d like to believe. In reality, your mind wanders to Thaddeus Thawne, the singular builder of kinetic energy, and how he’s somehow destroyed the inertia you had with his father.

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Holy shit this took me so long. I just kept running into roadblocks and I started this new job and blah blah blah. I should be back to writing soon. Drop some DC requests for me! I’m really in the DC zone right now. I will also probably go back and revise this eventually since I really feel like my quality is just not it right now at all.

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★M'kay, I am calm now, I suppose. Still a bit shocked, in a positive manner of course.— Im still happy stimming while typing this. /srs

maybe your sona got caught snatching donnie's stuff (つω`｡)?? it's supposed to be present dontron,, but he looks like future donnie so i guess he can also be that...? whatever you want!!! ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ(((o(*°▽°*)o)) (((o(*°▽°*)o)))

huuhhhh. it is a pretty cool scenario erh, they are like a alien borrower, who is a little too curious about the kind of stuff thay humans.. mutants— living beings in general have and such. Curiousity got the cat killed expect the cat is stellar being from outer space and.. they are not killed, yet, but rather caught by a mutant softshell who is also a scientist. Get caught little dum-dum, they be chased around for interrogation and such (—‹ —).

*..little nightmares theme songs playing in the background* (specifically 'The Way Out' it would be suitable for a chase that may or may not escalate into something more.. heated in the process?? I dunno)

((alt context could be that steren accidentally vwooped themself into the bad end future and was noticed by future purple man? (•⩊•)))

Oooh, Isekai I see— and in an universe where the world is basically infested with alien species. Alien species which tale says that they came from the stars as well.. wait a moment that could giveanotherreasonfordonnietohuntthemdown. /silly They may be seen as some sort of a threat to the base, thanks to how the Kraang has destimated the planet and well.. steren/astro is an alien after all.

Also the reference that you used for my sona is like peak humour. I think. /gen

the original donnie looking down at steren before i realized it doesn't quite make sense and extended it with the addition of tilting everything,,, and the height difference between steren and donnie ((6 inches is 15.20 cm and 5'3 is 160 cm)) that i used!!!

Okay so, I assume that you had trouble with the perspective. Understandable, drawing perspective sucks and it can look a bit.. odd. More so trying to accurately capture the height/angle that you want the characters to look at. If that makes sense (—‹ —;). Though it is still cool that you tried, and you as well did some research on their heights as well— (accuracy is cool guys) /gen + /pos.

I feel envious of my sona's height. Why can't I be at a size where I can reach someone's ankle ?? I mean, I would encourage them to bite his ankle (and steal his moment) in case he tries to capture em or something that. Erh, they have no mouth. So that would not be an option. Still, I can envision them latching their tiny form onto his ankle or something and such, muahaha — scare the smart kid (or ..the old man).

sorry if i'm annoying you with these random art posts,, i don't want to make you feel like you have to respond every time (＃＞＜) (＃＞＜) !!!

M'kay, two words: It's fine

..more words, feel free to skip through this: I actually feel quite happy when you, or anyone else for that matter, creates something based on my stuff and such. Though I may get a little overwhelmed by it, positively though, I am not annoyed, you don't have to worry about that. As for you being worried about me feeling pressured about giving feedback, it's okay honestly. I do enjoy giving feedback to others and let them know that I acknowledge their work and such— as well as share my thoughts on stuff that is either made for me, or not. Though, I may not always give the same kind of lengthful feedback. I think. So in short, yeah, you're fine (0 ›0). /gen

i remember seeing you say something about a first-person g/t horror game and i thought of this a while after!! i think i drew this two to three days ago?? i drew steren first then donatello;;

..weeeergggg. /POS

first thing I am noticing is that you took inspiration of my idea for a G/t first person horror game. which, woah— this just give me the idea of—

*... little nightmares theme songs increasing in volume*

after that i realized that if i wanted it to be from the pov of steren looking up at him; i'd have to either redraw the entire thing ((i realized it only after i finished rendering)) or duplicate everything and use the transform thingy to fix the perspective and move the color layers to fit into the lineart :PPit made me take a break from it for like a day or two cause i got a little overwhelmed after shrimping over my pc screen for a few hours but i finished it!! ta-daahhh!!!! it still kinda doesn't look right to me

...urrhhh, unneeded reminder to not let your self get overwhelmed while doing something urh— shrimping over a computer screen ain't exactly the healthiest thing y'know. Glad you allowed your self to take a breather after all that work you put onto the art-piece though.

Erhhh, what else. I dunno. Cool gift =P /gen★

click on the image and up your brightness for the second pic!!! it came out darker than i expected it to LMAO ((it looks lighter on my laptop screen :<))

@starsinthenigth i'm not sure what the context of this is,, maybe your sona got caught snatching donnie's stuff (つω`｡)?? it's supposed to be present dontron,, but he looks like future donnie so i guess he can also be that...? whatever you want!!! ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ(((o(*°▽°*)o)) (((o(*°▽°*)o)))

((alt context could be that steren accidentally vwooped themself into the bad end future and was noticed by future purple man? (•⩊•)))

from left to right;; it's the reference i used for the fisheye lens thingy ((brock lee,, found it after searching 'fisheye' on pinterest HSHFKDJF)),, the original donnie looking down at steren before i realized it doesn't quite make sense and extended it with the addition of tilting everything,,, and the height difference between steren and donnie ((6 inches is 15.20 cm and 5'3 is 160 cm)) that i used!!!

sorry if i'm annoying you with these random art posts,, i don't want to make you feel like you have to respond every time (＃＞＜) (＃＞＜) !!!

i remember seeing you say something about a first-person g/t horror game and i thought of this a while after!! i think i drew this two to three days ago?? i drew steren first then donatello;; but after that i realized that if i wanted it to be from the pov of steren looking up at him; i'd have to either redraw the entire thing ((i realized it only after i finished rendering)) or duplicate everything and use the transform thingy to fix the perspective and move the color layers to fit into the lineart :PP

it made me take a break from it for like a day or two cause i got a little overwhelmed after shrimping over my pc screen for a few hours but i finished it!! ta-daahhh!!!! it still kinda doesn't look right to me ((i feel like donnie should still be a little bigger than that..? not sure though,, i can't exactly visualize how it would look very well)) but i don't feel like editing it a second time (ノ*°▽°*) (ノ*°▽°*) !!!! /lh

#rottmnt #riseofthetmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise donnie #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt g/t #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t sona #tiny sona #alien sona #star sona #★ — kitty anonymous !!★#★..gifts for me ?? /pos★#artists on tumblr #digital art

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