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curls-cat · 3 years ago

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Sugar/Spice; Snips/Snails

for @grimmtober day 1: Candy! Also on AO3 and ff.net under the same name. but I can’t link it if I want this to show up in the tags. :/ AU: Sabrina grows up in Ferryport Landing.

There’s a boy in the woods. Sabrina sees him, even if none of the grown-ups do. He’s bigger than she is, with curly gold hair like hers, wearing a big green hoodie. He keeps looking at her through the trees and grinning. There are fireflies around him, even during the daytime, even now that summer’s all the way over.

Sabrina knows better than to go outside herself. Mamma and Daddy and Granny all say it’s too dangerous, that she’s too little and sometimes people are mean and might hurt her. And even when people aren’t mean, the woods is really big, and she could get lost so easy. Mr. Canis could find her, but someone mean might find her first.

But there’s a boy in the woods. And there aren’t a lot of other kids in Ferryport Landing. Especially not ones she can talk to (in preschool there’s Bella and Natalie and Toby and Wendell, but only Wendell is allowed to be her friend. And everything else is secrets, secrets, secrets—don’t tell anyone about Mr. Canis, Sabrina, or about what being a Grimm means, or about why you’re extra excited to get to first grade and see Ms. Snow). And all Sabrina’s Halloween candy disappeared last night.

Sabrina wanted to be Alice in Wonderland for Halloween, but her parents said No and Granny said Politics and didn’t explain what that meant, so Sabrina was Stephanie from Lazy Town instead and had to wear an itchy pink wig the whole night and none of the grown-ups knew who she was supposed to be. And now all her candy’s gone and nobody believed her when she said she didn’t eat all of it.

So the next time the fireflies come out, when it’s just starting to get dark and the shadows from the woods reach all the way to the house, Sabrina follows them. They’re pretty, even though up close they’re too big to be lightning bugs, and they glow too bright. She didn’t really think they were bugs.

She follows them as they dance between the long shadows of the trees. She didn’t have time to put on her shoes before she left, so her socks are getting wet in the grass. It’s gross. They lead her right to the edge of the woods, and then they scatter.

Sabrina is, for a moment, alone in the gathering dark of the woods. Nearly all the leaves have fallen, and it’s gray and brown and so, so quiet. No birds or bugs. No Mamma or Daddy or Granny calling for her to come inside. She can see the house through the trees, and it looks warm and safe and like it’s calling her back.

“Scared?”

Sabrina spins around and pulls her hands up the way Ms. White taught her—you have to protect your face—and sees the boy, sitting in a tree a few feet above her. Up close, he’s different than she thought. Still a boy, still a kid like her, but older. Taller. And dirty. He’s holding her candy in his hand. She knows it’s hers because it’s still in her plastic jack-o-lantern with her initials on the bottom in her very own handwriting.

“I’m not scared of you,” she tells him.

He grins, flashes too-sharp teeth. “Sure. That’s why you jumped a mile high when I said something, little girl.”

“I’m not a little girl!” she says, even though she is, and she knows it. “I’m a big sister!” She balls her fists tighter. “And that’s my candy.”

“Finders keepers,” he says. He unwraps a pack of oreos and pops them in his mouth. His fingernails are too sharp, too.

“You’re rude,” she says, but she puts her fists down. He doesn’t seem mean, just… messy. And gross. And mean, but she said that already.

“So’re you,” he says, and hands her a pack of Starbursts.

Sabrina accepts her candy, unwraps it. Inside there’s two pink ones and an orange one. She wrinkles her nose and eats the orange one. She’s not supposed to have candy before dinner.

She’s also not supposed to talk to strangers. Especially not strangers who are ab-so-lute-ly Everafters.

“Why’d you take my candy?” She sits on the ground. Her socks are already dirty, might as well get mud on her overalls, too. The boy won’t care. He’s dirtier than she is.

“I was hungry,” he says. “I just told the pixies to get me food.”

Not fireflies. Pixies. Sabrina squints at him. “You’re not supposed to talk about magic.” She doesn’t know what a pixie is, but she knows for sure it’s magic.

“I thought this town was full of magic,” the boy says. “A ‘haven for the homeless,’ that’s what your ancestor said when he convinced all of us to follow him over here. Or a prison, if you listen to anybody else.”

“There’s people, too,” Sabrina informs him. “Lots of ‘em. Normal people. Boring people. I have twelve in my preschool class. And they’ve all got parents. Some have brothers and sisters, too.”

The boy looks suitably impressed. Then he wrinkles his nose. “Boring,” he tells her. “I was hoping this place would be fun. But it’s got rules too, huh?”

“Everywhere has rules,” Sabrina says. “My daddy says they’re to keep people safe.”

The boy snorts. “To keep you from having fun, more like.” He pops a Reese’s into his mouth.

Something occurs to Sabrina, then. “How’d you know about my an-cestor?” The new word feels strange on her tongue. She thinks it means like your grandpa, but extra.

The boy nods in the direction of the house. “I watched him build that place. Slowed him down, too. Plus I’ve been watching.”

“I know,” Sabrina says. “I saw you.”

“What’s your name?” he asks. “Other than Grimm. Your first name.”

“Sabrina,” she offers readily. “What’s yours?”

He tosses her another pack of Starbursts. “Puck.”

Sabrina brings Puck food for a few days. She likes keeping him secret. Everyone’s busy with the new baby, and Sabrina loves Daphne, sure, but babies are boring and she doesn’t know why all the grown-ups care so much about someone who can’t even do anything. She also feels a little left out, maybe, and it’s nice having someone who’s hers. They talk. He’s a prince, he says. He’s exiled, he says. He’s famous, he says. He’s the coolest. He doesn’t have to say that part. Sabrina thinks so, too.

They spend afternoons in the cool dark woods, and Puck takes her flying, because he’s not just too sharp, he’s also got wings, because he’s a fairy, which Sabrina has never met before. They share her Halloween candy. He turns into animals, and he listens to her tell him about preschool. She’s learning to read, a little. She can read the street sign for their road. Puck thinks reading and books are boring. She yells at him about it.

That’s the other thing about Puck. If she gets mad at him, he doesn’t tell her to stop throwing a tantrum or go to her room like her parents, and he doesn’t start crying or tattle to someone like the other kids at preschool. He yells back. And then they’re friends again.

Mr. Canis is the one who finds out. He follows her to the woods and says, “I wondered where all the caramels went.”

“This is Puck,” Sabrina says. If a grown-up did have to find them, she’s glad it was Mr. Canis. He’s not a regular grown-up, not the kind who tells her what to do and gets worried or talks down to her. He just talks, and listens. Sometimes he says weird stuff, but other than that, he’s almost like a regular person. “He was hungry.”

“I know who he is,” Mr. Canis says. “I’ve been watching him.” He looks down at Sabrina. “What I didn’t know was that you knew him.”

“He took my Halloween candy,” Sabrina says. “Nobody listened.”

Mr. Canis doesn’t say anything. He looks Puck up and down.

Puck stares right back at him, then, at long last, says, “Don’t get mad at her.”

“I am not angry,” Mr. Canis says. “You should come inside and meet the family.”

Puck wrinkles his nose. “I’m not going to move back inside. I’ve finally broken out of being civilized.”

“I am not asking you to,” Mr. Canis says. “But inside there is food that will not rot your teeth.”

“Everafters don’t get cavities.”

Mr. Canis laughs. It sounds like a dog barking. It always does. “I can assure you we do.” He shows Puck his own too-sharp teeth, points at a shiny silver spot in one of them. “I had this filled myself.”

Puck’s eyes go wide, and his hand comes up to his face. He gives Mr. Canis another long look. “What kind of food?”

“Weird food,” Sabrina informs him. “Granny’s cooking tonight.”

Puck thinks for a second, then shrugs. He grins at Sabrina. “I like weird.”

Puck keeps living in the woods. Sabrina has to tell a grown-up before she goes to see him, now. The grown-ups all have a long conversation after Mr. Canis tells them she’s been going in the woods to visit a Strange Boy (he’s not a strange boy, she tries to tell them, but nobody listens). After, her parents sit her down and have A Talk with her about Danger and how Not All Everafters Are Nice. She listens, even if she thinks they’re coming at it wrong. Puck isn’t nice. She doesn’t want him to be nice.

They grow.

At age nine, Sabrina runs out of the house, ignoring the sound of her dad shouting after her. This time, at least, she’s wearing shoes. She heads straight for Puck’s trash throne. The pixies greet her on the way, rising out of the shadows of another gathering dark, as they always do. She appreciates it, though she barely needs it, can find her way to Puck without any help.

“What’s Hanky yelling about?” Puck asks instead of greeting her. He’s sitting, as usual, on his porcelain throne atop a mountain of broken furniture.

Sabrina throws him a bag of fun size Milky Ways—it’s the family’s Halloween candy, and her mom’s going to be mad that she has to buy another bag, but Sabrina doesn’t care. She doesn’t care about anything and it’s not like they’ll even be here in a few weeks and her parents don’t care about what she wants, anyway, so why should she care about them?

Puck catches the candy, opens it, and pops one, fully wrapped, into his mouth. He spits the wrapper out onto the ground a few seconds later, covered in spit and melted chocolate. He does this a lot. Sabrina always calls him gross and makes a stink about it. Today all she can think about is how she’s not gonna be able to see this anymore in a few days, because—

Puck notices her silence. “What, Grimm? Finally seen sense about ‘the environment’?”

Sabrina isn’t sure she wanted him to notice. She thinks maybe she wanted him to act like everything was normal and maybe then she could pretend it really was, for a bit. But she sort of also wants someone to listen, someone she can yell at who won’t talk about safety. Someone who cares about what she wants, even if he pretends not to, instead of pretending to when they don’t, like her parents.

“We’re moving,” she says, and she keeps her voice flat, even, because if she doesn’t, she’s going to cry.

Puck stops chewing and stares at her. “You can’t. There needs to be a Grimm in Ferryport Landing.”

“Not all of us,” Sabrina says. “Granny’s staying. But Mom and Dad, and me, and Daphne… we’re leaving. Dad says town is ‘too dangerous.’”

“This is about the stupid ‘Scarlet Hand’ or whatever.” It’s not a question.

“Did they talk to you?” Sabrina asks.

“Nah,” Puck says. “Everyone knows I wouldn’t.”

“Yeah,” Sabrina says. Because they’re friends. He’s her best friend, better than Wendell, even, even though Wendell goes to school with her and they’re in soccer together and he gave her a valentine last year that he’d picked out especially for her, the only one in the pack with a lollipop and a sticker.

“I won’t join anything that I can’t be the leader of,” Puck adds, because he can’t just be honest, ever. That’s okay, though. Sabrina understands. Honesty is hard.

She sits down on the edge of the pool, feels rough concrete under her hands, looks at the murky water, the level dropped low enough that she can dangle her feet in and only the very bottoms of her shoes touch it as they sway back and forth.

“When?” Puck asks.

“By the end of the year,” Sabrina says. “Mom got a job, and Dad asked me if I wanted—” her breath hitches, half anger and half rage— “if I wanted to help him pick out an apartment. Like this was exciting.”

“You could run away,” Puck suggests.

Sabrina laughs without humor.

“Plenty of woods,” Puck says. “You don’t have to stay here. Hey, I know! You could go up to the asylum with the other crazy little girls!”

Sabrina halfheartedly throws a piece of concrete at him. It clatters down the side of his trash mountain nowhere near him and rolls to a stop nearly at her other hand, still resting on cracked cement.

“Mr. Canis would find me,” Sabrina says, at length. “And they’d just make me go, anyway.”

“How? The old lady can’t leave, and neither can he. Just run away again before one of your parents comes to get you.”

“And leave Daphne?”

The younger girl practically worships the both of them. Losing Puck is going to be hard enough for her, but losing Puck and Sabrina… It’ll break her heart. And there’s no question about bringing Daphne with them.

For a long time, neither of them say anything. Sabrina had sort of been hoping Puck would have an answer. A real one, one that would work.

“You can visit,” he says at last. “They can’t keep you away forever.”

“Yeah,” she says. Because Mom had said that, too. Said that they could come back on weekends and over holidays, as long as Granny said things seemed safe.

She looks up at the boy she’s known for half her life, who’s been her best friend almost as long, who she’s going to stop being able to see soon. He’s been exactly the same the whole time she’s known him. When she sees him next, she’s going to be closer to his height. She might even outgrow him.

She knew it might happen. They don’t talk about it, but they both know. Someday, Sabrina’s going to have to be an adult, and Puck won’t. She’s not sure she wants to be an adult, but she doesn’t think she wants to be stuck, either. Doesn’t want to be powerless forever.

There’s nothing else to do, though, so she rolls her head to look at Puck upside-down, who’s eating another Milky Way, and says, “Pass me one of those.”

There are Everafters in New York City, of course. Sabrina sneaks out over the weekends, meets Puck’s brother. Gets in trouble. Finds out the Scarlet Hand is here, too. Tells her dad, hopes it’ll get them moved home. It doesn’t, it just gets her in a different kind of trouble. She doesn’t care, keeps sneaking out to get in the right kind of trouble, the kind that means she’s part of her family, still sort of connected to Puck.

In three years, when the barrier comes crumbling down, and the Everafters start trying, really and truly, to take over the world, it pays off. Because now nowhere is safe. And she wants to tell her dad she told him so, but she’s busy trying to watch the news that her parents won’t let her see and find out if her friends are safe and everything is loud and angry and dangerous and she tried to prepare but it wasn’t enough.

They still make her go to school. It’s stupid. None of this matters, and she tells them that over and over, but they make her go anyway, and when she’s proven right because there’s a lockdown on the third day since the Everafters declared war, she’s just angry about it.

She’s hiding in the bathroom with two other girls who got caught between classes, and the other two are crying, when noises come down the hall in their direction. Sabrina looks around for something she can use as a weapon.

The door swings open.

Sabrina prepares herself for a fight.

She’s hit in the face before she can do anything, by a small projectile—a bullet? Since when do Everafters use guns? She’d have thought getting shot would hurt more.

She looks down. No blood on the ground.

Just a green skittle.

She doesn’t have to look up to know who’s going to say “Hey, Grimm.” She doesn't know what's coming next, but as soon as she hears Puck's voice, she knows the can handle it. Together.

#sisters grimm #the sisters grimm #sabrina grimm #grimmtober #grimmtober 2021 #puckabrina #if you squint. it's preslash

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icycoolslushie · 3 years ago

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I'm Not the Same Person You Left - Benmars One-shot

Not Sad | Sad | Sadder | Saddest

TW/CW: Romeo and Juliette, blood, gore, violence, suicide, basically everything that happens in These Violent Delights

Hope is a feather. It sticks on for some time, but eventually it falls.

Alisa looked at the door again and again, as if hoping Marshall would suddenly walk through. It wasn’t fair she was alive when he wasn’t.

Benedikt Montagov screamed raw in his sleep.

No one came. They were used to this by now.

But Roma hesitated outside of his cousin’s door. It was his fault Marshall was dead.

The thought hit him like the bullet had hit Marshall. Only he didn’t die; he got to live with betrayal and the knowledge that it was his fault everything had gone to pieces.

Why, oh why, had he ever trusted Juliette? he asked himself again and again, though he knew why: he had hope.

Now that hope was crushed just like the thought of never seeing Marshall again.

“Mars! Marshall. MARSHALL SEO.”

Benedikt had said Marshall’s name in every variation, language, and tone he knew. He had pleaded with anyone (whether they were above or below) to get Marshall back. He had done everything except kill himself to see Marshall. But it was killing him anyway.

All he wanted was one last hug. One last laugh. One last smile.

“Mars,” he whispered softly, one last time, a boy that knew nothing would ever be right again but still had a sliver of hope left, before he buried his face into his pillow and sobbed out whatever liquid was still left in him.

The damn loneliness was killing Marshall Seo as much as Tyler Cai’s bullet had been.

He wanted to make sure poor little Alisa was safe, Roma was okay, but most of all he wanted to see Benedikt.

Ben, the other part of his heart, the twin of his soul, the yin to his yang, the yang to his yin. Ben. The person he loved most.

It was his fault, he supposed, for getting so entangled with a person who loved someone from the enemy’s side. But was it his fault he had become attached to a person? His fault he had eventually started loving his best friend? Was it his damn fault that he lived in a city divided by a blood feud?

Even if it wasn’t, it was still his life. And there was nothing he could do but wait till Juliette could do something about her cousin so he could finally get out of this safehouse and into Ben’s arms.

Then it occurred to him: he could do something. How had he not realized? Maybe the desperation was driving him mad, that he actually considered the craziest idea he had ever had.

Damn doing a favour for Juliette Cai. He needed to see Benedikt. Let Benedikt know he was alive. He could sneak out of here, his face hidden in his hoodie, buy (or steal) a wig from the roadside sellers, get a mask of some sort, and sneak into the White Flowers territory.

Yes, that’s what he would do. The only thing that would keep him sane.

He took an empty water jug and smashed it against the windows, breaking the wood that had warded up the glass. He heard something smash below, and knew that the debris must have fallen. He ducked to make sure no one had seen him. After two minutes, when he figured that if anyone had seen the broken glass and chopped wood would have left, he lifted himself up and looked out the window—the first view of the city he had seen since almost two weeks. It looked . . . different. Less people. He supposed they were all being cautious, and at least no one would be able to see a random person climbing down a building.

Marshall messed up his hair, put his hood on, and took a deep breath before he put one leg out the window.

Grabbing the windowsill tightly, he put his other leg out the window as well.

He climbed down, slowly and steadily, years of practice guiding him. When the distance left was just half a meter, he jumped down.

He hid behind an empty cart, making sure no one had seen him, waiting out two minutes in which he re-adjusted his hood and started walking again.

Within ten minutes, he found the tailor shop he, Benedikt, and Roma used to go to get disguises. Usually they paid, but he had no money now, so he entered through the back and found a large purple overcoat, a russet wig, and a cat mask. He put them on, listening attentively in case someone came into the storage room, and left.

He walked for a bit, until he could tell he was in White Flower territory, and Ben’s place was just a block away.

He took to the wall to make sure no one could see him and sneakily made his way deeper into the buildings.

When he was able to see Ben’s window, he stopped. Did he really want to do this? Endanger Ben? Put Ben’s life into even more danger?

No.

No, he didn’t.

But his desire to see him was overwhelming and Marshall decided he could not live with the fact that he would’ve been able to see Ben but didn’t.

And no doubt Ben wanted to see him too.

He took off the overcoat, the wig, and the mask, letting his disguise slip away.

Marshall took a few steps forward away, and was able to touch the window. He knocked hesitantly, then paused. Then knocked again, properly this time.

He gasped.

Benedikt wasn’t sure whether he was dreaming again, had died, was looking at Marshall’s ghost, or was getting hallucinations.

And honestly, he didn’t care. He was getting to see Marshall again, and that was all that mattered.

Benedikt’s blonde hair was messed up, his face was flushed, his skin was way too pale, and he basically looked like a ghost. Someone who hadn’t eaten, slept, or even had proper hygiene. Marshall grimaced when he saw his best friend.

“I must have died and gone to heaven to receive such a present,” Benedikt said. “Or I must certainly be dreaming. Or is it your ghost? Haunting me? I know I should’ve saved you, but I couldn’t. So I’ll let you give me as much grief as you want as long as you’ll stay.”

“Benedikt, you’ve gone crazy,” Marshall remarked.

“Maybe it is the actual you. Only you could be so vexing.”

Marshall leaned back. What was wrong with Benedikt? Then he noticed a plate, full. Not a crumb had been eaten. Benedikt hadn’t eaten anything today, maybe not even drank. Suddenly he felt selfish for delaying this visit for so long. “Can I come in?” he asked, not bothering for the answer, already moving to de-attach the window lock.

Benedikt seemed to have resurrected, and he fiddled with the lock before Marshall, opening it, letting him in.

He looked behind and in all directions, making sure no one could see him, and crawled through the window.

Tripping at the last second, he toppled into Ben, who didn’t have much strength—after all, he had been eating less—and together they fell, Marshall half on top of Benedikt, half on top of the floor. He blushed, which wasn’t like him to do.

Before Benedikt had gathered his strength to sit up, Marshall did, and grabbed the plate with food on it. He helped Benedikt sit up, and slowly fed him small bites of an apple. As Ben had finished the apple, Marshall peeled an orange and fed him that.

Slowly, Benedikt regained his strength, his proper strength, as Marshall fed him a day’s worth of food. It seemed as if Benedikt had only been having only one or none meals a day.

Finally, when the plate was empty, Marshall moved his right index finger over Ben’s lips, wiping away bread crumbs. When he was done, Ben moaned.

“What?” Marshall asked, honestly surprised.

“I never knew—all these years, and God, I was dumb.”

“We’ve been over this. You are dumb.”

Benedikt laughed. “That—you making me laugh. I—” He shook his head. “Can I kiss your finger?”

“You’ll get your mouth dirty again.”

“Maybe I want that.”

Marshall sighed and stuck out his finger into Benedikt’s lap. Ben kissed it. Then Marshall ran his finger over Benedikt’s mouth again, wiping his face clean, taking care of him.

Benedikt had wished for one last hug, one last laugh, one last smile. Now we would make sure each one was memorable, plastered into his memory.

He would make sure he never lost Marshall again.

Marshall Seo the full moon outside, bringing hope and possibilities and new beginnings. He cherished the view and feelings like he cherished Benedikt.

It grows back, though.

Benedikt Montagov had lost a feather, but it had grown back.

He had hope again.

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verai-marcel · 4 years ago

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This Is Perfection (RDR2 Fanfic, Javier x F!Reader, Biker AU, 18+)

This is part of the series Ride Through My Heart. Read the other parts here.

Summary: You are an intern at a photography studio, and lately you've been crushing on the male model that works with your boss. Javier is sex on legs and your eyes are drawn to him every time he's near. On top of his looks, he's also kind and funny, which made you doubly fall for him. Little did you know, he's had his eye on you too, for he knows your secret identity: a semi-popular cosplayer on the convention circuit.

Author’s Notes: Trying another Javier x F!Reader fic because he deserves love too. The title of this fic is yet another obscure lyric from a popular song, so try and guess! Also I’m not in the photography or modelling industry, so most of that stuff is just conjecture and internet research.

Tags: fluff, romance, gentle to passionate to rough sex, mild dirty talk, neck grabbing (but no choking), some use of a different language

AO3 Link is here, sweetheart.

Word Count: 4457

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“See you next week, Javier.”

“Later Charles,” Javier threw over his shoulder as he left Charles’ cat café. He finished his latte, jaywalking across the two lane road to get to his bike. Bright red, his Ducati Streetfighter was his prized possession, his baby, his joy. When he wasn’t working, he loved to take his motorcycle to the nearby lake and ride around the backroads, enjoying the scenery.

But lately, he had no excuse to go out. He felt he had overbooked himself this month, running from one photo shoot to another. He had to sleep, had to eat properly and work out so that he looked his best, and that cut out practically all of his free time. Feeling the stress steadily creep up his spine and into his brain, his only breaks were his weekly meetings with his friends, which he could count as business since he was their marketing manager. Self-appointed, of course.

He only left Sunday for himself, which he had been using for personal and wardrobe maintenance. Javier was nothing if not meticulous about his look. He had to be, when it was the product he was selling. But lately, even his Sundays were being booked with side jobs.

He chucked the empty latte cup into the trash and got onto his bike. It was Sunday morning and he had once again broken his rule and picked up an extra gig at the beach by the lake. He almost hadn't taken the job, except that there was a lady working today that he absolutely wanted to see.

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You were sitting inside a minivan with the sliding door open, cords coming out of your laptop and hooked up to a power strip, connected to an orange extension cord that was coming out of the visitor’s center. Your boss was testing shots by the new mural that had been painted on the retaining wall next to the beach. You had helped her set up most of the lighting gear already, so at this point, the two of you were just waiting for the model to arrive. While you had wanted to spend the weekend touching up your costumes for the convention next week, you also needed the extra money. It had nothing to do with that fact that the model for today was none other than the delightful (and very sexy) Javier Escuella.

Ever since you had started working with this modeling & photography company, you had done a lot of random work that wasn’t really related to your college degree. However, you learned a lot about the profession and discovered that the thing you really loved more than photography itself was the photo-editing.

While you were editing some of your personal photos, you heard the sound of a motorcycle pulling up. Looking over at the source of the sound, you watched as Javier pulled his helmet off his head and shook his hair out. As he took off his bandana and biker jacket, you made a mental note to remember this moment forever, his biceps revealed, his sleeveless shirt wrapped around his torso like a lover.

Then he looked at you and grinned. He had caught you staring. Again.

How many times in the past three months since he started to work with your company had he caught you staring? And how many times had he just grinned at you, knowing he had caught you?

Too many. Didn't he think you were a creep? And yet he still smiled.

“Hey you,” Javier said smoothly as he walked over to you, the slight sway to his hips taunting you. He was a natural-born model, his movement graceful as a cat and his charisma amplified by his seductive smile. Taking a seat next to you, the space between you two barely a hair’s breadth apart, he leaned over to look at your screen. “What are you working on?”

You quickly tried to shut the laptop, but just as quickly he stayed your hand. His hand was bigger than yours, encompassing and warm. His fingers, wrapped around yours, gently moved the laptop screen back up, and you couldn’t stop him, so enraptured by his touch.

Apprehensively you watched him as he looked at your latest shots of you in your almost completed costume. You swallowed. Maybe he wouldn’t recognize you? After all, you had your glasses on, a big beanie over your hair, and an oversized sweater. Your photo had so much more makeup on and a wig, perhaps he wouldn’t—

“Oh, I know this Insta account.”

You paled.

“I’m a big fan.”

"I'm editing for a friend–"

"Don't lie," he said softly. "I can tell it's you. I've known since I started working with you."

You squeaked.

He turned his blazingly glorious smile onto you, and you felt like the sun was shining straight into your eyes. While you were reeling from his admission, he continued to talk to you.

"You're going to that big convention next weekend, right?"

You nodded.

"Can I come?"

Shrugging as you tried to play it cool despite the slight tremor in your voice, you replied, "I'm not sure if tickets are still available, but I wouldn't stop you."

He leaned in a little closer. "What if I told you I already had a ticket?"

You gulped. "Re-really?"

Nodding, he stood up, giving you room to breathe. "I may not look like it, but I enjoy comics too."

Noticing that your boss was starting to head over, you quickly said, "please don't tell my boss about this. I don't want her to think I'm slacking or anything."

Javier smiled and winked at you. "Of course. Your secret is safe with me." He leaned down to look at you in the eyes, and you were mesmerized for a moment from the intensity. "Just promise me I get a photo shoot with you at the con."

You nodded, your head moving so fast that your glasses dipped down your nose.

He laughed as he casually reached down and moved your glasses back up, his fingers brushing against your temples.

"Then it's a date," he said as he walked away to greet your boss.

Grabbing your laptop and pulling it off the charger, you followed as they went to the shooting location, your heart pounding a million miles a second.

***

After the photo shoot, Javier traded his phone number with the lovely lady who had been the subject of his heated dreams as of late. He hadn't wanted to scare her; she always seemed so jumpy when he approached. But he always noticed the way she stared at him before he caught her eyes. The look she gave him was pure woman, and he craved more.

It wasn't just the looks that brought her to his attention. He started following her Instagram account a year ago when he was looking at last year's masquerade winners. Her smile, her energy, and her creativity drew him in. He had found himself liking all of her posts in a day, scrolling endlessly through her archive.

So when she had shown up at one of his photo shoots three months ago, he had been delighted. But she seemed shy and even denied that she had an Instagram account when he had asked her. He was even more surprised to find that she wasn't a model, but the photographer's intern.

At that time, he had let it go. She was clearly hiding it, clearly didn't want to draw attention to herself. But every time he got to work with her, he felt frustrated that she hid herself so carefully behind her wide rimmed glasses and oversized hoodies. Her cosplay photos were amazing, her smile brilliant, her makeup impeccable, her costumes were bold and full of color combinations that seduced his vision.

At the same time, having her hidden away made him feel a bit better about her safety. What kind of wolves would go after her if they knew how gorgeous she was under her baggy clothes?

As he slowly got to know her, his affection for her had only grown. With each job, he talked with her more and more, and she had opened up to him. While they hadn't traded phone numbers until now, he could say with a certain level of confidence that they were on good terms. Almost friends, really.

He couldn't wait for next week. He had gotten his Comic-Con ticket months ago and had been preparing on his own. Javier grinned under his helmet.

She was going to be so surprised to see him.

***

"Thanks for working today. I'll see you tomorrow."

"No problem, see ya later!"

Your boss waved as she went to her car and drove off. The two of you had dropped the company van back at the office, so now you had the rest of the day to yourself.

Getting into your car, you started it up, put your favorite music on…

And you promptly screamed in both excitement and anxiousness. You had a date with Javier. You. Had a date. With Javier.

You drove home, got to your apartment, and started working feverishly on the rest of your costume.

Next weekend had to be perfect.

***

You finished your make up and looked at yourself in the mirror. You had arrived at the convention center early and started getting ready in the bathroom as other cosplayers had begun to trickle in. For everything else in your life, you were unsure of yourself, constantly second guessing your choices and worrying if you were, in fact, wrong about everything.

But in this space, you felt strong. Confident. Because, despite the occasional hater in your comments, the majority of your feedback was positive. Besides, you were someone else when you put on your outfit. You were Star.Bright.909, a cosplayer with over a thousand followers. Not as many compared to the big name cosplayers, but you were proud of yourself for getting this far.

So when you came out of the restroom looking your best, the few gasps you heard were worth it. As you walked outside towards the photography area that had been set aside for cosplayers, you already had five people asking to take photos of you.

You smiled and posed and thanked everyone who wanted to take a photo. You were gracious and patient, even though you were trying to meet up with some photographers you had spoken with online. When you reached the small plaza, you met up with them and worked for the rest of the morning, posing as the photographers asked and networking with other cosplayers in the area.

Just as you were about to head off towards the lobby to check out the dealer's hall, a man walking through the crowd caught your attention. Dressed up in a skin tight lycra Spiderman outfit, you could tell immediately that his muscles were real. The way he moved was smooth, graceful, and awfully familiar, despite not seeing his face.

Wait.

It couldn't.

As he came closer to you, he bowed in a gentlemanly fashion and held out his hand.

"Hola, mi Estrella."

You squeaked. "Javier?"

"Just your friendly neighborhood Spiderman," he said, a teasing lilt to his voice. "Perhaps we could take a photo together?"

"Of course," you said, suddenly shy. A professional model wanted to take a photo with you. Granted, you knew Javier, but he was still a pro, while you were an amateur.

"Do you mind if I put my arm around you?" he asked politely.

"That’s fine," you said, your face warming.

He nodded and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close for the photo. You grinned, channeling your happiness into your smile. Holding up the phone for a selfie, Javier took a few shots before taking a look at them to check their quality.

He still hadn't let go of you.

"Whoops, sorry," he said, finally letting go.

"It's okay," you quickly said. "I… I didn't mind."

He looked at you, but his mask prevented you from seeing his expression.

"Are you free now?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm free for the rest of the day." You had worked yesterday and some of today, but you always left the last half-day of any convention for shopping or panels.

Javier held out his hand and you gladly took it, letting him walk you back to the entrance of the convention center.

As the two of you walked past one of the hotels that lined the plaza, you saw the laces of one of your boots hit the ground.

"Hold on," you said as you stepped off the main path to tie it back.

Then you felt the splash of liquid come down on your head, the smell of alcohol pungent and seeping into your wig.

For a moment you were shocked. Then the overwhelming sense of frustration hit you and all you could do was stay still and will yourself not to cry. Not in front of Javier.

Warm hands touched your wet shoulders.

"Sweetie. Come on, let's get you changed. Can I escort you to your hotel room?"

You looked up at him, at his compassionate eyes, and you shook your head. “I drove here this morning.” You had driven here from your apartment, an hour away.

“Oh. I see.” He took your hand and began to lead you down the road, away from the convention center.

"Where are we going?"

"My hotel room, if that’s alright. Or would you rather go back to the convention hall?"

“You got a room?” you said in surprise.

He shrugged. “I have other business in the city tomorrow morning, figured it’d be easier to spend the night.”

“Oh, okay,” you said, unsure of what else to say.

“So… are you okay coming with me? I won’t do anything, I promise.”

“Yeah, let’s go.” You put your hand on his arm. “I trust you, Javier.”

He nodded and continued to walk with you. He was taking you to his bedroom. No ulterior motives, he just wanted to help you get clean.

But part of you really wished he had some ulterior motives.

***

“I’ll get you some extra clothes from my backpack,” Javier called out to you as he left you to clean up in the bathroom on your own.

You stared in the mirror; your make up was ruined, your wig would need an extreme clean up when you got home, and your costume was stained and reeked of alcohol. As you took off everything and tried to rinse out what you could in the sink, you counted yourself lucky that this had happened at the end of the convention rather than the beginning. At least you had all of your shots and you could maybe sell a few prints to make some of your cash back.

You showered and dried your hair as quickly as you could, not wanting to take up more of Javier’s time. He had left a shirt and shorts in front of the bathroom door for you, and you opened the door a crack to pull them inside, throwing them on. They were a bit loose on you, but that was a welcome relief, compared to the skin tight costume you had on earlier.

“Alright, I’m good,” you said as you exited the bathroom. Javier was lying on the bed, his legs still on the floor. His costume was unzipped to expose his torso, his arms up in the air as he was typing on his phone. Turning his head to you, he gave you a lazy grin before patting the bed next to him.

“Have a seat, I’m just finishing this post for Insta.”

You sat next to him and took in his body from up close. His abs were perfect; you wanted to run your hands down them to see how they’d feel under your fingers. He was lean, tanned, muscles, everything you lusted after.

“What do you think?”

You quickly looked up at him, as if he hadn’t just caught you staring at his body. He was holding out his phone, a picture of the two of you with your costumes. The caption said, Found my favorite cosplayer today! She graciously took a selfie with me, isn’t she wonderful?

You felt warm from his kind words. “You’re too nice to me,” you mumbled.

Javier laughed softly and sat up. “I like being nice to you.” He posted the photo and put his phone down. Turning towards you, he reached up and stroked your face with the back of his knuckles. “I just… like you.”

You swallowed. The fact that he was saying that now, with you wearing baggy clothes, your make-up gone, just being your unglamorous self, meant so much that you started to tear up.

“Did I say the wrong thing?”

“No,” you said between tears. “I like you too.”

He started to lean in for a kiss before he stopped. “May I?”

“You can do whatever you want to me,” you said without thinking.

A moment passed, his deep brown eyes searching yours. “Anything?” he finally said.

You nodded. Time to own up to your words, to your feelings that you had been denying for so long. “Yes.”

“Well, I’d rather do whatever we want with each other,” he said, smiling gently.

You leaned in and kissed him, surprising him and surprising yourself. Your hands rested on his chest and you gave in, exploring his toned body, his skin underneath your fingers, feeling warm and inviting to your touch. He pulled you into his arms and kissed you back, a passionate inhalation of your very spirit, as if he wanted to merge his soul with yours.

Soon he pressed you down against the mattress and kissed you for a few moments more before he pulled away. “Wait here for a few, I’m going to shower so I don’t smell like sweat and spandex. You deserve better than that.”

You laughed as he kissed your cheek and went to shower.

Laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, you managed to find your brain again. You, and he, were about to…

Your brain left again and you just grew warm between your legs. You wanted him so much.

In a daze, you didn't notice the sound of the shower turning off. You didn't notice the door open and close. You only noticed when he came back to the bed, wearing just a towel around his waist, smiling down at you. The tendrils of his black hair clung to his cheeks, still damp from the shower, as drops of water slid down his neck to his chest, drawing a line you desperately wanted to trace with your tongue. As your eyes moved lower, you noticed his towel wasn’t exactly hiding his desire for you.

"I've wanted you for so long, querida," he said, his voice like fingertips gliding down your spine as he stepped to the foot of the bed. Taking off your shirt and throwing it aside, he grabbed your breasts and kissed them, laving each nipple with his tongue before pinching and teasing you with his dexterous fingers until you were a writhing mess. You could feel your panties being soaked by your desire, and you shifted your legs, wanting to remove them.

Your movement attracted his attention, and he looked down at you. Reaching down to pull at the waistband of your (his) shorts, he pulled them off, revealing your beige panties.

“Aw, I thought you would have gone commando,” he teased as he tugged your underwear down your legs, his fingers caressing you along the way.

“They weren’t soaked with alcohol,” you mumbled.

“They’re soaked now,” he said with a cocky grin, tossing them aside. Then he placed a hand at each of your knees and spread your legs open, revealing your most intimate body parts to him. Licking his lips, he knelt down and pulled your hips to the edge of the bed.

The moment Javier’s tongue brushed against your core, you nearly came. He was hungry, so hungry, and ate you out like a man starved. With one hand he held you down, his fingers splayed out on your stomach and occasionally digging into your soft flesh while he slipped one finger inside of you, stretching you out slowly.

“Let me hear what I’m doing to you, baby,” he said before diving back in.

“Y-you’re, making me, feel really, good,” you managed to say between sharp intakes of breath.

“Bien, bien,” he praised, petting your belly. “Come on my tongue, querida, I want to taste your happiness.”

With that command, he slipped another finger inside of you and sucked hard on your center, his eyes on you as he drove your body into a heated frenzy, barely able to hold you down as you keened. Your hips undulated out of your control as the spiral unraveled and you let go, euphoria zipping up and down your body. You cried out wordlessly as you peaked and then fell, landing in a fluffy cloud of afterglow.

“Oh my god, Javier,” you breathed. “That was amazing.”

“Who said we were done?”

You lifted your head up just in time to see his teasing grin as he stood up.

And he dropped his towel.

Your lust went through the roof; you were so ready for round two.

His hands on your knees, he pushed them up to your shoulders.

“Hold your legs open for me.”

You willingly obeyed.

Javier cupped your cheek and leaned down to kiss you, the taste of your release still lingering on his lips. You felt him nudge you open, his length sliding inside of you as the two of you shared a moan, swallowed up by each other’s kiss.

He continued to kiss you as he slowly pressed forward until his hips were flush with yours.

“You feel like heaven,” he said as he leaned back so that he was standing over you, his cock deep inside of you, your hips barely on the edge of the bed. He gripped your waist, his hands warm in contrast to the cool hotel air. Slowly sliding out of you until only the tip of him remained, the only warning you got was the feel of his fingers digging into you before he slammed back into you.

“Oh my god!” you yelped.

“Too much?” he asked, looking a little worried.

“Keep going, please,” you begged. “I want it hard!”

“Oh yes,” he moaned before going all out, letting loose all of his lust for you as he fucked you in a frenzy. He fell upon you, crushing you into the mattress as he wrapped a hand around your neck. “Like this, baby?”

“Yes!” you breathed out, your voice cracking. “More, more!”

Javier’s eyes lit up as he pulled out of you and picked you up effortlessly, tossing you into the center of the bed and rolling you onto your stomach before climbing up onto the bed. You felt his length sliding along the curve of your ass before he lifted your hips up slightly and mounted you from behind, moaning softly.

“You’re perfecto,” he whispered into your ear when he covered you with his body and began to fuck you from behind, his hand wrapping around your neck again. You could feel the brush of his hair along your skin as he rutted into you, his deep sounds of pleasure echoing in your ears.

His long fingers found their way to your clit. One stroke and you flinched, still sensitive from your last climax. He didn’t show you any mercy; the hand around your neck tightened, his legs trapped yours in place, and his fingers found your core once again, stroking you oh so perfectly. The pressure from his touch was just right, the feel of his breath against your ear as he slipped into another language to tell you how much he coveted you.

Javier’s head pressed against your temple. “Give me everything, baby. I want you so much.”

His words, his touch, his absolute possession of your body made your release so much stronger this time around. You cried out his name as pure pleasure rocketed through your bloodstream, a high better than any drug. His hips kept pumping as you spasmed beneath him, wringing out every last gasp and moan from you until you were shaking with the aftershocks.

“Let me make a mess of you,” he growled.

“Yes, please,” you said mindlessly, willing to do whatever he asked.

He pulled out of you and rolled you onto your back. Straddling your waist, he took your hand and wrapped it around his cock. You stroked him rapidly, watching his eyes burn with ecstasy, his breathing grow heavier as he reached his peak. Reaching for his balls with his other hand, you fondled him gently, looking up at him with a smile.

That flipped a switch, as he reached for your neck again, his other hand wrapping around yours to apply more pressure to his cock as he came, spilling himself all over your breasts. He moaned your name as he finished, looking at you in complete awe.

“Fuck,” he breathed, letting go of your neck and hand as he fell to one side and rolled to face you. “I haven’t come like that in forever.”

Looking at his satisfied face, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was just a one time deal or if this was the start of something, you weren’t sure what.

You must have looked concerned, because he frowned, his brow wrinkled with concern. “What’s on your mind?”

“Um, I… never mind,” you quickly said, deciding not to voice your thoughts.

He leaned in, placed both his hands on your cheeks, and squished your face a little. “Please tell me.”

With his gaze so intensely close to you, you spoke without filtering. “Is this a one time deal? Or can we be… something more?”

He stopped squishing your cheeks, but he kept his hands on your face. Kissing your forehead, then your nose, then your lips, he smiled at you. “I want something more. Do you?”

You nodded enthusiastically.

“So let’s try."

You couldn't help the grin that broke out on your face.

"That's the smile I fell for," he said, smiling back. As he tried to pull you close, you pushed on his chest.

"I'm sticky."

Javier just laughed. "Let's take a shower then." He cupped your cheek and kissed you again, his lips lingering on yours before he pulled back to gaze into your eyes. The way he looked at you pulled at your heart, while his next words made you happier than you had ever been.

"You're the brightest star in my life."

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End Notes: A bit on the nose, but the lyric is from Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira. Hope you enjoyed this story! One more left in this series. I’m going to wrap it up with the last Arthur x F!Reader!

Also happy birthday to @eddescuella!!! I waited so I could post on your special day! 💖💖💖

#rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #javier escuella #javier x F!reader #nsft #fanfic #writing #biker au #lemon fanfic

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meiiyung · 6 years ago

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have you ever wanted to date a Kardashian- woods demars

Requested: YES!

Warnings: None

Type: Fluff

The morning sky was dark and cold, not ready to fill the world with warmth from the sun as the day had come to an early start. A fit of groans and whines pulled themselves from the blanket- a figure desperately trying to cling to some much needed sleep.

but alas, a loud annoying beeping started to float across the room- (y/n)’s alarm clock rolling off her dresser and scooting around the floor on motorized wheels. It was moments like this when she somewhat regretted buying the stupid device.

finally pulling herself out of the comfortable and warm depths of pillows and blankets, the girl padded across the room- looking for the alarm clock as it steered under her bed, it might be worth mentioning that the alarm became increasingly louder the longer it was on.

As her knees hit the floor ad her annoyance took over, (y/n) grabbed the clock and smacked the snooze button- sighing in relief as her thoughts were no longer drowned by the screeching alarm.

placing it back on the dresser as she headed into the bathroom, (y/n) saw that it was only 5:30 am. A growl leaving her lips. She had work at 8:00am but because she lived so far, it was quite the journey to make it on time.

The girl’s annoyed frown deepened as she caught sight of herself in the bathroom mirror. A pink tinge on her nose and her cheeks were flushed. Dark circles sinking into her eyes and chapped lips threatening to crack.

And now she was sick.

From the bedroom, (y/n)’s phone dinged with a message alert. Her boyfriend woods was just saying good morning and hoping she was feeling somewhat better.

The previous night he had been over to make her soup and give loads of cuddles, knowing his girl was sick made his stomach twist with worry.

Her phone felt familiar in her palm as she replied almost instantly. “Feeling worse, but I still have to go in today- might ask matt if i can take off early thought :) “ she was hoping her boss wouldn't mind and that woods wouldn't become too protective.

After emptying her stomach into the toilet, (y/n) turned the shower on, chills raking down her body as she stepped into the hot water and sighed in relief. The heat and steam helped relieve the ache in her muscles while clearing her sinus congestion slightly- giving her at least a foundation to start putting herself together for the day.

Drying her hair was a task due to the hairdryer making her headache pound, applying makeup just didn’t seem tempting. However, she had to admit, putting a slight amount of foundation to cover the redness in her face made her feel better.

(Y/N) was a Production assistant at a YouTube Studio called HI5, she had been there for a little less than a year after her best friend Samantha or better known as Sam got her a job. They had proposed an idea for a channel called totally trendy to their boss which luckily got green-lit.

Today’s video they planned on filming was a Kardashian makeover. It was Sam’s idea but (y/n) thought their audience might enjoy it. They were still learning and getting used to everything... the only issue was that they needed a model.

Tanner was the first person that popped into mind since he was usually down for anything. Or maybe CJ. Or one of the girls in the office like Cat, Or sierra.

Suddenly as (Y/N) pulled her hoodie on and finished getting dressed she came up with an idea. A smile graced her lips for the first time that morning, getting something to eat on her way out the door and locking up behind her.

The drive was surprisingly not as heavy as usual, making (Y/N)’s life easier she had managed to make it early enough so that she could go and buy breakfast for her office mates, which just happened to be Woods, Sam, and Cat. But she would obviously buy something for sierra too.

they were always the early birds.

When (y/n) arrived around 7:40am, she was really happy to see that sam was already there making sure their space was cleaned up to film and that they had their checklist done.

The girl had a box of coffee in her arms along with some donuts and disposable cups. waving to sam as she passed their office- woods rounded the corner and almost knocked into the girl.

“Oh! hey, let me help you before you drop something.” the boy laughed as he took the coffee from her arms and let her set everything down in the break room. Soon people were flooding in to get their share so the two had to grab something quickly then escape the horde.

they were sitting in the office preparing for the day when woods frowned. “You know... you look really sick- is there any reason you couldn't take a day off other than the video?” his voice was laced with concern and he just wanted what was best for his girlfriend.

She actually looked somewhat better, Her eyes weren’t as dark and she had more colour in her face compared to the morning. “Trust me its all good...” she trailed off and had a sneaky little smirk.

“But you know what would make me feel better?” the girl teased leaning in slightly as she looked up at woods with adoration, capturing his gaze and watching his curly brown hair fall into his face.

the boy smirked and went to lean in. “a kiss?” he asked cockily, only for his lips to be smushed against (y/n)’s palm as she giggled.

shaking her head, she pulled away and watched as he frowned. “I was hoping you would be the model for Sam and I’s video today?” she gave him her signature puppy eyes.

Woods went on for a good 10 minutes about why he WOULD NOT be apart of it, but after some persuading and promises from his girlfriend, the man-child caved. He would do anything for her and that was obvious- he just wanted to have his little diva moment.

“Just make sure you don’t buy me a cheap wig.” Woods told both girls quite seriously.

Once sam heard the news, they had got right to work, finishing the last minute edits for that week’s video before setting it to upload- Cat being the one in charge in case their upload failed.

it was 11:00am by the time they finally got out of the studio to head off, the two girls got into sam’s car and had the channel’s credit card so that they could buy the products they needed.

“Do you think this is wood’s shade?” Sam asked as she picked up a bottle of foundation, they were at CVS and decided to grab a few things. The idea was to go for a more sleek business woman Kim K look.

Their little basket was full by the time they were finished, different powders and brushes along with the makeup of course. Their final stop was going to be party city where they would Buy woods a wig.

Unfortunately, Woods did in fact end up getting a cheap wig.

The drive back to the office was quite long, (Y/N)s DayQuil finally kicking in and almost knocking the girl out as she slept pretty much the whole way. Sam having to shake her when they arrived.

Meeting with Woods in orange base, they set everything on the table- (Y/N) had decided to go search for an outfit in the prop closet while sam did wood’s makeup, when she got back and saw him in the wig- she couldn’t help but laugh, almost keeling over at his facial expressions as he “posed”

She was carrying the red dress that tanner wore for his bachelors video in her arms. “I thought this might work.” she sniffled through her laughter. Woods smiled up at her but told them both that was a line he wouldnt cross, which the girls respected.

Woods was checking himself out in the mirror when he turned and smirked at (Y/n).

“Hey babe? have you ever wanted to date a Kardashian?”

#hi5 studios #woodland demars #woods imagine #youtubers imagine #woods demars imagine #hi5 imagine #fluff #fanfic #writing

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nextgenheros · 7 years ago

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Mod Post

((Hey this is Mod Maxine and while the post explaining this blog will come soon enough I thought I would just go ahead and post the characters little profiles who will be on this blog first and foremost for the time being. There maybe be guest characters here and there but these are the frontline characters as of now. 5/27/17))

Thomas

Names: Thomas Neutron/Tommy/Tom

Gender: Male

Parents: Jimmy Neutron & Cindy Vortex

Age: 11

Appearance: Thomas has a lighter shade of brown hair then Jimmy due to Cindy’s blond hair. He has Cindy’s green eyes as well and white skin like both of his parents. He usually wears a lab coat, a green t-shirt that says ‘Stand Back. I’m Gonna Try Science’, blue jeans, and black high-tops.

Personality: Intelligent, Polite, Great Leader, Considerate, and Finickity

Parent They Like Better: Jimmy

Parent They Take After (Personality): Jimmy

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Jimmy

Headcanon: He gets slightly nervous without Hubble around him.

Cameron

Names: Cameron Turner/Cam

Gender: Female

Parents: Timmy Turner & Chloe Carmichael

Age: 10

Appearance: Cameron has long sandy-strawberry blond hair due to the mixture of Timmy’s brown hair and Chloe’s blond hair plus the genes of Chloe’s mother Connie having red hair. She has blue eyes like both of her parents. She has freckles from her mom and buck teeth coming from her father. She wears a blue baseball cap, a red t-shirt, a blue skirt, and purple high-tops.

Personality: Tomboyish, Fun Loving, Proud, Outgoing, and Optimistic

Parent They Like Better: Timmy

Parent They Take After (Personality): Timmy

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Chloe

Headcanon: She’s insecure about her place on the team despite being co-leader.

Poof

Name: Poof Cosma

Gender: Male

Parents: Cosmo & Wanda Cosma

Age: 18 (In Fairy Years)

Appearance: He has a full head of purple hair, purple eyes, and peachy skin. He wears a black t-shirt, a purple flannel shirt, dark blue cropped jeans, and dark blue converse.

Personality: Sauve, Responsible, Fun Loving, Calm, and Cool

Parent They Like Better: Cosmo

Parent They Take After (Personality): Wanda

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Wanda

Headcanon: He graduated with full honors in his class of fairies.

Jackson

Names: Jackson Fenton/Jack

Gender: Male

Parents: Danny Fenton & Sam Manson

Age: 14

Appearance: His hair is a slightly lighter shade of black than his parents due to Danny’s ghost genes. He has the violet eyes of his mother. He usually wears a white shirt with black sleeves, jeans, and blue high tops. When in ghost form his eyes change to yellow, his hair turns to a muddied gray and wears a similar jumpsuit to his father only with the black being white and the white being black.

Personality: Over Confident, Friendly, Humorous, Impulsive, and Sarcastic

Parent They Like Better: Sam

Parent They Take After (Personality): Sam

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Sam

Headcanon: He takes art lessons from his “Aunt” Sophie and “Uncle” Manny.

Lucy

Name: Lucy Fenton

Gender: Female

Parents: Danny Fenton & Sam Manson

Age: 12

Appearance: Her hair is a dark midnight black that's usually pulled back into a ponytail with her cloth powder blue bow she got from her Aunt Dani. She has blueish-green eyes from her both of her father’s eye colors. She wears a light blue hoodie over a black dress and black boots. When in ghost form her eyes change to a greenish-blue and her hair turns snow white. Her bow and hoodie turn a neon green while her dress and boots turn white.

Personality: Awkward, Nervous, Not Self Confident, Animal Lover, and Passionate

Parent They Like Better: Danny

Parent They Take After (Personality): Danny/Aunt Dani

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Danny

Headcanon: She has frozen the toilet in the house several times as a child. She spends time with Frostbite to train her powers.

Steven

Name: Steven Squarepants

Gender: Male

Parents: Spongebob Squarepants & Sandy Cheeks

Age: 11

Appearance: He is a squirrel, like his mother. His fur is a blond color and he has his father’s blue eyes and buck teeth. While in the water he wears a white oxygen suit like his mother. Under the suit, he wears a red t-shirt and blue shorts.

Personality: Intelligent, Fun Loving, Kind, Levelheaded, and Forgetful

Parent They Like Better: Sandy

Parent They Take After (Personality): Sandy

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Sandy

Headcanon: Actually prefers Texas to living under the sea but will never tell his parents that.

Savannah

Name: Savannah Squarepants

Gender: Female

Parents: Spongebob Squarepants & Sandy Cheeks

Age: 5

Appearance: She is a sponge, like her father. She has brown eyes like her mother and black hair like her father that is styled into pigtails. She wears a pink bow in her hair, a light pink dress, white tights, and black dress shoes.

Personality: Cheerful, Innocent, Athletic, Friendly, and A Thrill Seeker

Parent They Like Better: SpongeBob

Parent They Take After (Personality): SpongeBob

Parent They Take After (Appearance): SpongeBob

Headcanon: She wants to be a cupcake maker when she is older.

Sebastian

Names: Prince Sebastian Star/Bastian

Gender: Male

Parents: Patrick Star & Mindy Neptune

Age: 13

Appearance: He is a mermaid like his mother. He has green skin, blue-greenish eyes, and dark blue curly hair like his mother. He also has random dark pink spots all over his body from his father. He usually wears an unbuttoned shirt with the pattern of Patrick’s shorts on it and his prince crown.

Personality: Strong Leader, Pleasant, Lazy, Compassionate, and Overconfident

Parent They Like Better: Patrick

Parent They Take After (Personality): Patrick

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Mindy

Headcanon: He pretty much grew up with all girl cousins around him.

Kai

Name: Kai of The Pupanunu People

Gender: Male

Parents: Tak & Jeera

Age: 13

Appearance: His hair is a reddish brown color and he has tan skin with freckles. He has green eyes like both his parents. He wears yellow feathers, a dark red loincloth, and orange markings on his face.

Personality: Witty, Stubborn, Brave, Fun Loving, and Tough

Parent They Like Better: Jeera

Parent They Take After (Personality): Tak

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Tak

Headcanon: He can’t really do magic like his father and is insecure about it.

Aurora

Name: Aurora of The Pupanunu People

Gender: Female

Parents: Tak & Jeera

Age: 3

Appearance: Her hair is a mixture of her mother’s and grandmother’s hair colors being magenta and lavender curls. She has tan skin and green eyes like her parents. She wears a dark blue dress, lilacs in her hair, and a brown anklet around her ankle. She also has light blue markings on her face. Sometimes when she uses her powers she gains dragonfly-like wings.

Personality: Caring, Generous, Giggly, Cheerful, and Sweet

Parent They Like Better: Tak

Parent They Take After (Personality): Grandmother Aurora Juju

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Jeera/Grandmother Aurora Juju

Headcanon: She’s really shy around the village people preferring the company of the Jujus.

ZEL

Names: Hazel Membrane/Invader ZEL

Gender: Female

Parents: Invader ZIM & Gaz Membrane

Age: 10 (In Human Years); 1 (In Irken Years)

Appearance: She is pretty short. She inherited Gaz’s purple hair but it is longer and curlier than Gaz’s. She has green skin like ZIM’s but is a lighter shade, the female antennas of Irkens, and her eyes are bright Lavender. She usually wears her Magenta Irken Uniform. When she’s in her human disguise she wears Chocolate Brown Contacts, her hair is tied in a bun, has a black ballet dress with pink ballet flats. Her PAK is Silver with Bright Pink Spots

Personality: Sweet, Cheerful, Easily Distractible, Secretly Really Dark, and Graceful

Parent They Like Better: ZIM

Parent They Take After (Personality): ZIM

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Tie

Headcanon: She honestly has no idea why she is so popular but revels in the fact she is.

MIZ

Names: Melissa Membrane/Invader MIZ

Gender: Female

Parents: Invader ZIM & Gaz Membrane

Age: 9 Months (Human Time); 7.5 Weeks (Irken Time)

Appearance: MIZ actually looks the most human of her siblings. She has very pale skin with a slight green tint, short black hair, stubby antennas, and her eyes are a bright magenta like ZIM’s. She usually wears a standard white Smeet uniform. Her human disguise only really consists of Lavender Contact Lenses and a light pink onesie with the hood up. Her PAK is Silver with Dark Purple Spots.

Personality: Active, Adventurous, Curious, Loud, and Intuitive

Parent They Like Better: Gaz

Parent They Take After (Personality): ZIM

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Gaz

Headcanon: She ends up introducing human culture to the Irkens when she’s older.

ZAK

Names: Zachary Membrane/Invader ZAK

Gender: Male

Parents: Invader ZIM & Gaz Membrane

Age: 9 Months (Human Time); 7.5 Weeks (Irken Time)

Appearance: ZAK is the most Irken of the three. He pretty much looks like ZIM as a smeet except he inherited Gaz’s Human Chocolate Brown Eyes. He wears a white smeet uniform like his twin sister, MIZ. His human disguise is a black wig similar to his father’s and a blue onesie with the hood up. His PAK is Silver with Dark Red Spots.

Personality: Quiet, Sleepy, Timid, Intelligent, and Clingy

Parent They Like Better: ZIM

Parent They Take After (Personality): Gaz

Parent They Take After (Appearance): ZIM

Headcanon: He gets super into the Irken culture when he’s older.

GIR

Names: Garbage Information Retrieval Unit/GIR

Gender: Male

Parent: Invader ZIM (technically)

Age: 18 (Physically with his new Upgrade)

Appearance: He pretty much looks the same in his undisguised mode. The only difference is with his new upgrade he’s about the same height as Jenny when she was 16. However, his disguised form has changed significantly. Now disguises himself as a teenage boy with silver metallic skin, bright blue eyes, and messy black hair. His clothing consists of his doggy costume as a hoodie, black jeans, and black high-tops.

Personality: Happy-Go-Lucky, Hyperactive, Almost kind of Responsible, Motherly, and Affectionate

Parent They Like Better: ZIM or Gaz depending on the day

Parent They Take After (Personality): Neither

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Neither

Headcanon: While this current GIR is far more aware than his previous model he still is GIR. He will wander off at random to eat something he probably shouldn’t

Aria

Names: Aria Rivera/Leopardo de Nieve

Gender: Female

Parents: Manny Rivera & Frida Suarez

Age: 12

Appearance: She has her mother’s light blue hair and has Manny’s curls. She has more peachy skin than her family and her mother’s blue eyes. She usually wears an orange striped tank top, a dark blue skirt, and light brown boots. Her superhero outfit is a red bow with a rose in the middle of it, a white leotard, white boots, a gray scarf covering her face, and a black belt.

Personality: Sweet, Kind, Preppy, Musical, and Determined

Special Talents: Singing, Gymnastics, and Ninja Star Throwing

Parent They Like Better: Manny

Parent They Take After (Personality): Frida/Grandpapi Rodolfo

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Frida

Headcanon: She is class president, head cheerleader, and a choir kid.

Diego

Names: Diego Rivera/Obsidian Jaguar

Gender: Male

Parents: Manny Rivera & Frida Suarez

Age: 12

Appearance: His hair is a darker blue color and has Manny’s curls. His skin color is a really dark tan and has red eyes. He usually wears a red t-shirt, a gray hoodie, blue jeans, and gray boots. His supervillain outfit is literally just a black cloak.

Personality: Mischievous, Secretly Really Soft, Vengeful, Fun Loving, and Rebellious

Parent They Like Better: Frida

Parent They Take After (Personality): Manny/Great Grandpapi

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Manny

Headcanon: He secretly loves being on the team despite being a “villain” and would die for any of them.

Miguel

Name: Miguel Rivera

Gender: Male

Parents: Manny Rivera & Frida Suarez

Age: 12

Appearance: He has Manny’s Black Chocolate hair and it is more wavy than curly. He also has regular tannish skin and his father’s brown eyes. He usually wears a brown pair of goggles, a black jacket, a green t-shirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers.

Personality: Shy, Kind of Quiet, Hot Tempered at Times, Kind at Times, and Loyal

Parent They Like Better: Manny

Parent They Take After (Personality): Manny/Abuelita Maria

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Manny

Headcanon: He doesn’t really want to pick sides. He just wants to be happy.

June

Names: Juniper Carbunkle/June/YJ-1

Gender: Female

Parents: Jenny Wakeman & Brad Carbunkle

Age: 16

Appearance: June is more of a cyborg due to Jenny’s want for her to appear like both of her parents. Her robotic exoskeleton is a sea green color. Her human skin is very similar to her mother’s human costume she once had. She has the same skin color as her mother with freckles to match. She has the same color hair and eyes as Brad. She usually wears a sea green crop top, a dark blue skirt, and black flats.

Personality: Kind, Trusting, Athletic, Adventurous, and Confident

Parent They Like Better: Jenny

Parent They Take After (Personality): Jenny

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Tie

Headcannon: She still faces discrimination despite her not being totally human or robot.

Jinx

Name: Jinx Cramdilly

Gender: Female

Parents: Mr. Blik & Katilda

Age: 15 (Human Years); 1 (Cat Years)

Appearance: She is a black cat like her father and takes after him the most. She has messy curly hair that she mostly pulls in a makeshift bun. She wears a light purple scarf fashioned into a bow.

Personality: Sassy, Loud, Agile, Prissy, and A Bit of A Snob.

Parent They Like Better: Mr. Blik

Parent They Take After (Personality): Mr. Blik

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Mr. Blik

Headcanon: She frequently sneaks out to pretend to be an alley cat with her crush, Shadow.

Audrey

Names: Audrey Cramdilly Jr./Audrey

Gender: Female

Parents: Mr. Blik & Katilda

Age: 15 (Human Years); 1 (Cat Years)

Appearance: She has a cocoa brown fur color like her grandmother. Her hair is thin and straight like her mother's and fashions it into a braid. She wears a small teal collar around her neck.

Personality: Imaginative, Adventurous, A Dreamer, Tomboyish, and A Romantic

Parent They Like Better: Katilda

Parent They Take After (Personality): Katilda

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Katilda/Grandmother Audrey

Headcanon: While she may be waiting for “prince charming” she may not entirely swing that way.

Name: Cookie Cramdilly

Gender: Female

Parents: Mr. Blik & Katilda

Age: 15 (Human Years); 1 (Cat Years)

Appearance: She is a blond colored cat like her mother and shares her ears with Waffle. She also has long straight brown hair kept back with her mother’s headband.

Personality: Funny, Ditzy, Silly, Optimistic, and Excitable

Parent They Like Better: Katilda

Parent They Take After (Personality): Uncle Waffle

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Katilda/Uncle Waffle

Headcanon: She brings stray newts despite Blik telling her several times not do so.

Douglas

Name: Douglas Cramdilly

Gender: Male

Parents: Mr. Blik & Katilda

Age: 15 (Human Years); 1 (Cat Years)

Appearance: He’s an orange striped tabby cat taking after one of Katilda’s siblings. He also speaks in a Scottish accent like his Uncle Gordon.

Personality: Brave, Loyal, Prideful, Honorable, and Tough

Parent They Like Better: Mr. Blik

Parent They Take After (Personality): Mr. Blik/Uncle Gordon

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Katilda’s Brother

Headcanon: He spent so much time with Gordon as a kitten the accent kind of stuck.

Oliver

Names: Oliver Cramdilly/Ollie

Gender: Male

Parents: Mr. Blik & Katilda

Age: 15 (Human Years); 1 (Cat Years)

Appearance: His fur is a mix of gray and white and is super fluffy. He also has a gray marking on his neck that looks like a bow tie. He also has an unexplained English accent.

Personality: Quiet, Polite, Caring, A Homebody, and at times Sarcastic.

Parent They Like Better: Katilda

Parent They Take After (Personality): Hovis

Parent They Take After (Appearance): One of Katilda’s Siblings

Headcanon: He is the chef of the team and frequently makes food for all of them.

Rapunzel

Name: Rapunzel White

Gender: Female

Parents: Snap White & Queen Rapsheeba

Age: 13

Appearance: She has tan skin and brown dreadlocks like her mother. However, she does have blue eyes which Rudy claims came from Snap. She usually wears her mom’s old blue beret, a baby blue tank top, a white skirt, and baby blue converse.

Personality: Witty, Adventurous, Dramatic, Kind, and Sassy

Parent They Like Better: Rapsheeba

Parent They Take After (Personality): Rapsheeba

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Rapsheeba

Headcanon: She follows her mother into show business.

Princess

Name: Princess White

Gender: Female

Parents: Snap White & Queen Rapsheeba

Age: 7

Appearance: She basically is a pink version of Snap. The only difference being she has long straight hair under her mask and her mask ends with a bow.

Personality: Witty, Stubborn, Adventurous, Girly, and Sweet

Parent They Like Better: Snap

Parent They Take After (Personality): Snap

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Snap

Headcanon: She wants to be a princess/superhero/ballerina when grows up.

Bella

Name: Bella The Beast

Gender: Female

Parents: Bunsen The Beast & “Mother”

Age: 12

Appearance: She takes more after her mother and grandmother then she does Bunsen. She has a longer more slim body that’s more of an aqua than blue. She is a lot sleeker than him too. However, she does have Bunsen’s orange eyes.

Personality: Kind, Timid, Quiet, A Pacifist, and Friendly

Parent They Like Better: Bunsen

Parent They Take After (Personality): Bunsen

Parent They Take After (Appearance): “Mother”/Grandmother (Bunsen’s Mom)

Headcanon: Bella is basically the mother of the family.

Blake

Name: Blake The Beast

Gender: Male

Parents: Bunsen The Beast & “Mother”

Age: 2

Appearance: He basically looks like Bunsen as a baby. A Little puffball of fluff. However, he did get his purple coloring from his mother.

Personality: Curious, Clingy, Shy, Quiet, and Bouncy at times

Parent They Like Better: Bunsen

Parent They Take After (Personality): “Mother”

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Bunsen

Headcanon: Blake will never remember his mother growing up and until kindergarten, he assumed it was Bella.

Asriel

Name: Asriel Robinson

Gender: Male

Parents: Sophie Hathaway & Xavier Robinson

Age: 18

Appearance: He has straight black hair, his father’s hazel eyes, and peach skin. He usually wears a red scarf, a white t-shirt, red jeans, and red slip-on shoes

Personality: Musical, Fraternal, Responsible, Confident, and Suave

Parent They Like Better: Xavier

Parent They Take After (Personality): Sophie

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Xavier

Headcanon: The team calls him dad a lot.

Eliza

Name: Eliza Robinson

Gender: Female

Parents: Sophie Hathaway & Xavier Robinson

Age: 16

Appearance: She has long curly dark brown hair styled into pigtails, Emerald Green eyes, pale skin, and she has braces. She wears a light blue striped shirt, a white jacket, a red skirt, fishnet stocking, and red high-tops.

Personality: Girly, A Romantic, Outgoing, Sweet, and Bubbly

Parent They Like Better: Sophie

Parent They Take After (Personality): Sophie/Aunt Skylar

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Sophie

Headcanon: Sophie swears to Arceus she’s actually Skylar’s child.

Melody

Name: Melody Robinson

Gender: Female

Parents: Sophie Hathaway & Xavier Robinson

Age: 13

Appearance: She has long blond curly hair, Midnight Blue Eyes, and pale skin with freckles. She usually wears a dark blue messengers hat, a dark blue sweater dress, black legging, and black boots.

Personality: Adventurous, Active, Cheerful, Friendly, and Tomboyish

Parent They Like Better: Sophie

Parent They Take After (Personality): Sophie

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Sophie

Headcanon: She is canonically Sophie’s successor.

Alexander

Names: Alexander Robinson/Alex

Gender: Male

Parents: Sophie Hathaway & Xavier Robinson

Age: 10

Appearance: He has straight black hair, his father’s hazel eyes, peachy skin, and constantly wears glasses. He wears a white dress shirt, a light blue sweater vest, blue jeans, and blue converse.

Personality: Quiet, Timid, Intelligent, Bookworm, and Cowardly

Parent They Like Better: Xavier

Parent They Take After (Personality): Xavier/Uncle Nate

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Xavier

Headcanon: He is mute like Nathan so he speaks in sign language.

William

Name: William Robinson/Will

Gender: Male

Parents: Sophie Hathaway & Xavier Robinson

Age: 7

Appearance: He has dark brown curly hair, dark brown eyes, and peachy skin. He usually wears a black t-shirt, a red jacket, black jeans, and red slip-on shoes.

Personality: Creative, Standoffish, Unsocial, Quiet, and Calm

Parent They Like Better: Sophie

Parent They Take After (Personality): Xavier

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Xavier

Headcanon: He lets his twin sister, Skyla, do all the talking.

Skyla

Name: Skyla Robinson

Gender: Female

Parents: Sophie Hathaway & Xavier Robinson

Age: 7

Appearance: She has short straight dark brown hair styled into two pigtails, dark brown eyes, and peachy skin with freckles. She usually wears a yellow t-shirt, a light blue denim dress, and gray flats.

Personality: Social, Silly, Outgoing, Sweet, and Giggly

Parent They Like Better: Xavier

Parent They Take After (Personality): Sophie

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Sophie

Headcanon: She doesn’t even think about making friends. People just sort of follow her and then she’s like “Oh! New friends! Cool!”

Cole

Name: Cole Robinson

Gender: Male

Parents: Sophie Hathaway & Xavier Robinson

Age: 5

Appearance: He has curly blond hair, Emerald Green eyes, and pale skin with freckles. He usually wears a shark tooth necklace, a green t-shirt, black shorts, and green high-tops.

Personality: Active, Adventurous, Stubborn, Happy-Go-Lucky, and Bouncy

Parent They Like Better: Sophie

Parent They Take After (Personality): Sophie

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Xavier

Headcanon: He becomes like Melody’s sidekick in the future.

Sammy

Names: Samantha Jennifer Robinson/Sammy

Gender: Female

Parents: Sophie Hathaway & Xavier Robinson

Age: 2

Appearance: She has short curly black hair, Midnight Blue eyes, and pale skin with freckles. She usually wears a dark blue bucket hat, a light blue t-shirt, a pair of white overalls, and light blue sneakers.

Personality: Independent, Curious, Bouncy, Adventurous, and Sweet

Parent They Like Better: Sophie

Parent They Take After (Personality): Sophie

Parent They Take After (Appearance): Sophie

Headcanon: She’ll grow up to be an adventurer like Melody and Cole.

Certain Pets will be open to asks as well. Hubble (Thomas’s robotic dog), Cujo (Lucy’s ghost dog), and Minimoose (ZEL’s robotic plush henchman)

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