#they just have to wait out the inevitable now. holy shit
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Me: The PMD anime specials are fun but man they do so many little things and changes to the plot of the games that they bug me and I'm glad there isn't really a question that they're canon to the games or superior in any way
Also Me: Fuck you Special Episode 5 if you check the anime special you CLEARLY see that the Sableye do NOT fear Dusknoir and are his special little guys!!!!!!!!!!
#i mean yeah they fucking bolt when hes defeated BUT STILL!!!!!#the shot where sableye jumps onto dusknoirs shoulder and hands him the fragment and then just chills there for a few minutes sticks with me#tbh dusknoir's actual plan in the special is a lot better than the one in the game. like if he just takes them back to the future#then they can just escape and get back again. maybe get there earlier through time travel stuff#but in the special he takes away their key to temporal tower and plans to leave them stranded. which always terrified me as a kid#cause like... goddamn what on EARTH do you do against that if he succeeded?? theres no way to get him back#they just have to wait out the inevitable now. holy shit#course dusknoir ruins the smartness of that plan by moving at the speed of molasses back to the gate but yknow its smart in CONCEPT#echoed voice#pmd posting#also the voices they choose for dusknoir in both sub and dub are reallyyyy really good
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When Lucas Sinclair starts to apologise for missing The Cult of Vecna, Eddie initially thinks that heâs hearing things.
Well, actually, the first thing he thinks is something along the lines of âwhat the fuck are you talking about?â
It takes him almost a solid thirty seconds to even vaguely remember his campaign; the last day of school before Spring Break feels dreamlike, as if it happened to someone else, as if he just watched everything through a fogged-up window.
âJesus, Sinclair. Iâve got an ongoing list of folks who owe me an apology since, like, sixth grade, and trust me, your nameâs not on there. Can pretty confidently say it never will, okay?â
Eddie sees Steve tilt his head ever so slightly from where heâs walking just ahead of them, like heâs listening in. Spots his faint nod of approval.
Eddie canât decide if he resents it or finds it endearingâkind of gets the ridiculous feeling that Steveâs vetting him on behalf of the kids.
âOkay,â Lucas says, and heâs smiling, but thereâs a sort of sombreness to it, too. âStill, I shouldâveââ
âHey, hindsightâs twenty-twenty,â Eddie says, firmly cutting off whatever self-critical bullshit he was about to hear. He knocks his shoulder against Lucasâs, adds a dry, ïżœïżœïżœLike, I wouldâve been a dick about it no matter what.â
Lucas laughs, but itâs muted. Then he takes a deep breath, and Eddie suddenly realises that he mustâve been using the apology to get himself started, to work himself up to what he really wanted to say.
âIâm⊠Iâm sorry about⊠about Jason and⊠I thought Iâd thrown them all off the trail, butââ
âOh, donâtâdonât worry about it, man,â Eddie says faintly.
Thereâs a flash of Jason in his mindâs eye, the savage twist of his lip as he ran into the lake; he thinks of Lucas lying to his face, the danger of him being found out, and feels sick.
âSeriously, you couldâve told them⊠yâknow. Wouldnât have held it against you.â
Eddie doesnât mention that him getting caught still feels inevitable, like heâs just waiting for the walls to close in.
But right now, at least, he can breathe a little easier. The shire might be burning, but thereâs people leading him through it. Heâs not alone.
Lucas looks appalled. âWhat? No, I couldnâtâI couldnât do that to you.â
Itâs said with such conviction that Eddie has to fight through a sudden tightness in his throatâdoesnât really know what to do in the face of such undeserved loyalty.
He settles on saying, âSo, how was the game?â which is embarrassingly inadequate, but a genuine question nevertheless; the past few⊠Jesus, however long itâs been, heâs been in permanent need of a distraction.
Steve slows his walking paceâto anyone else it mightâve seemed subtle, but Eddieâs used to noticing such things. He somehow gets the feeling that Steve is no longer scrutinising him, not exactly; his postureâs relaxed and open, his forehead free of frown lines.
Itâs more like heâs simply curious about Eddieâs behaviour. The way his eyes drift over, then down to the forest floor, then back again silently seems to say what are you thinking?
Or maybe Eddieâs projecting because he asks the very same question whenever a muscle jumps in Steveâs jaw.
âOh, umâŠâ Lucas says hesitantly. âI was on the bench for most of it, soââ
âQuit being modest.â The quiet whir of a tape being rewound; Max Mayfield comes up to Lucasâs side. âHe made the winning shot,â she tells Eddie pointedly. âIt was a buzzer-beater.â
âOh, holy shit. Well done, dude.â
From the way Lucas is staring at Max with wide eyes, itâs obvious that heâs barely registered what Eddieâs said.
âHow do you know that?â he asks. âYou⊠you werenât at the game.â
âI, uh.â Max looks down for a moment, fiddling with the headphones around her neck. âI listened to it on the radio.â
Lucas smiles so brightly. Thereâs an earnestness to him; Eddie spotted it a mile away, ever since that first day back at school, when all the new freshmen were anxiously lining up to get lunch.
Max softensâher arms are still folded, but she drifts a little closer to Lucas as they walk, all studied casualness.
(Oh, Eddieâs been there before: forced to run track in middle school Phys Ed, and the only saving grace was âjust so happeningâ to run at the same pace as any boy whoâd smile at him.)
Eddie catches Steveâs eye, and this time Steve gives him a very deliberate expression, nodding fondly at Max and Lucas.
Look at them, heâs saying with his eyes, as if he and Eddie are on the same team, as if Eddie at all deserves to be let in on whatever shared history Steve has with these kids.
Eddie kicks at a stray twig. Youâre not going to get a lump in your throat about this, damn it, donât be stupid.
âSâgonna be historic, Sinclair,â he says. âLast time the Tigers won a championship was, uh, lemme think⊠twenty-two years ago.â
Lucas stops in his tracks.
âI know that,â he says, eyes shrewd, âbut why do you know?â
Eddie raises his hands with a grin, it wasnât me, officer. âWhat, I canât repeat a few years without retaining a little school knowledge?â
âOh,â Lucas says, and itâs like Eddie can see him mentally replaying every cafeteria speech. He grins back. âSo youâre a hypocrite.â
âMaybe,â Eddie says. He glances further afield, where Dustin is animatedly explaining something to Robin and Nancy. âI know youâre not gonna give me shit for it, though.â
âHuh, guess you donât really know me,â Lucas says, and Max snorts.
Eddie smirks. âAnd itâs, like, doubly historic since the last person to score a buzzer-beater wasââ
He cuts himself off, because Steve abruptly turns to him, like theyâre in alliance, and draws a hand sharply across his neck.
But Lucas is already hooked. âWhat? Who was it?â
Eddie gives Steve a helpless shrug. Sorry, man.
âIâm looking right at him,â he says.
Lucas rounds on Steve. âWhy didnât you say anything?â
âBecause,â Steve says, flustered, âthat was your thing, Lucas, I didnât wanna be allâŠâ
He trails off with a vague hand gesture, and Eddie thinks he somehow gets what he meansâsmiles at the thoughtfulness of it.
âThat makes, like, no sense,â Lucas says vehemently. His eyes practically have stars in them. âDamn it, we shoulda got a photo.â
Steve laughs in surprise. âAll right, noted.â
âI mean, Wheeler works for the school paper, right?â Eddie says. âTheyâve probably got old issues. Hey, Sinclair, you could have, yâknow, side-by-side photos. Yours and thenâŠâ He waves a hand at Steve. âAncient history.â
Steve rolls his eyes. âAncient, sure.â
âOh, Lucas,â Max says, batting her eyes excessively, âIâd frame a picture of you. Pray to it every night.â
Lucas blushes. âShut up,â he says, elbowing her gently; Eddie thinks that itâs the first time heâs heard Max Mayfield laugh.
Steveâs watching over them again, and his eyes go pensive when Lucas mumbles something like, âI wouldnât mind a frame.â
The expression Steve has is something Eddieâs only seen once before, and it was on Wayneâs face. Eddie had privately dubbed it the âfound something for your birthdayâ look when heâd noticed it: him and Wayne on a road trip, Eddie not so secretly mooning over the secondhand acoustic guitar in the shop window.
âYour picture should be bigger, Sinclair,â Steve says, sounding both teasing and sincere. âMy shot didnât win a Championship Game.â In an undertone, he adds, âAs Brenda so helpfully reminded me.â
Oh, Eddieâs not letting that go.
âDo mine ears deceive me? Did you take a date to a high school basketball game?â Eddie cackles. âYou sure know how to woo âem, Harrington.â
âHey,â Steve says defensively, âshe could only make that day. Told her I had non-negotiable plans: it was either the game or it was a bust.â
Huh, Eddie thinks, thatâs actually⊠really sweet.
Lucas looks torn between being embarrassed or touched. âYou didnât need to do that, Steve.â
âSure I did. Câmon, you thought I was gonna go to every match and then miss the Championship?â Steveâs eyebrows furrow. âWhere was Erica, anyway?â
⊠Ah.
âMea culpa,â Eddie says. âShe was, uh, at Hellfire.â
Lucas scoffs. âItâs fine,â he says. âLast time she was at a game, she kept shouting that she loved my tactics.â He looks out into the middle distance. âI was on the bench the whole time.â
Steve chuckles. âYeah, I missed her being there.â Heâs sporting a smile thatâs somehow the perfect balance of fond and mischievous; it, quite frankly, has no business looking as attractive as it does. âWe had, um, alternative commentary for every game. That kid should have a radio show.â He comes closer, adds in another aside, âWouldâve made the date more bearable if she was there.â
Eddie stifles a laugh, has a moment of respectful silence for Brenda.
Max and Lucas cut in front, keep walking until theyâre almost out of earshot; Eddie hears Lucas faintly say something that sounds like, âWas I totally tubular?â, soon drowned out by Maxâs laughter.
Thereâs a short silence.
âThanks, Eddie,â Steve says suddenly.
Eddie blinks at him, quickly turns his genuine confusion into a bit. âWhat for, Harrington? My devastating wit? Devilish good looks?â
Steve shakes his head. He smiles for a moment, in on the joke, but then he looks over at Lucas and Max again, and⊠there.
A muscle jumps in his jaw.
âItâs just⊠theyâve got a lot to carry, yâknow? SoâŠâ He shrugs. âThanks.â
Itâs said so quietly, so without fanfare.
Eddieâs hit with the realisation between one footstep and the next: that heâs earned Steve Harringtonâs trust.
It feels⊠weighty.
But Eddie doesnât mind it; he doesnât think itâs going to crush his ribs. If anything it feels like theyâre sharing a load.
âDonât gotta thank me for that, Harrington.â
Steve smiles, pushing back his hair; Eddieâs brought back to the moment he did the very same on the basketball court, just as the ball sunk through the net, and Eddie decided fuck it, wholeheartedly embracing his hypocrisy as he jumped up and down with the band kids.
I cheered so goddamn loud for you, Eddie thinks.
He doesnât say it.
But he keeps walking next to Steve. Feels a little young, a little bit like heâs running trackâchecking his pace just so he could see a boy smile at him.
#skull rock to loverâs lake missing scenes are becoming my new fave (of which i have many faves â€ïž)#eddie and lucas#pre steddie#steve and lucas#steve and max#eddie and max#lumax#steddie#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#lucas and erica#steve and erica#eddie munson#lucas sinclair#max mayfield#steve harrington#steve x eddie#lucas x max
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charles x alive reader w a sprinkle of angst? established relationship pls? maybe the reader is going off to college (american reader) and like the reader is getting older but charles is not and maybe thereâs a little sprinkle of fear with that? happy ending tho pls!! tysm i love ur writing!
tysm for the request !! hope i didnt keep you waiting too long and this is what you had in mind
charles / alive!reader - getting older and going to college
a/n: for the purposes of this fic reader is going to college early at around 17
wc: 1027
tags: gender neutral reader, alive reader, american reader
your fingers trembled as you moved the cursor to the email from the college you had applied to. standing above you, charles guided your hand, keeping it steady. "whatever happens, i love you, yeah?"
you huffed a laugh. "i know that, silly."
"just trying to reassure my awesome, genius [boy/girlfriend/partner]."
rolling your eyes, you clicked on the email. your gaze zeroed in on the word at the top, in big bold letters: CONGRATULATIONS.
"holy shit," you breathed. you stood up to look at charles incredulously.
"HOLY SHIT!" charles yelled, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you excitedly. "i TOLD you!" he tugged you into a hug, jumping up and down. you pulled apart, only for him to kiss you and draw your bodies together again. you grinned into his lips.
"you." charles punctured his worlds with kisses to your cheek. "are. amazing."
you laughed at his antics. this was your dream college, and you would be happy about it. you wouldn't think about how, when you inevitably left, charles might not be there to cheer you on like he was right now.
no - what mattered was that he was here, and you were together in this moment, at least.
you kissed him again.
⊠---
edwin and crystal were on your right, and charles was on your left, rubbing circles into your hand. jenny had closed down her butcher shop for the night, because 'it's your birthday. it's a special occasion.' you had smiled then, and hugged her tight to show your gratitude.
the lights were dimmed, and niko's decor expertise meant fairy lights draped across every available surface, including the moose taxidermy head. she had also tied pink ribbons to its antlers.
jenny and niko emerged from the back room - jenny held a cake, lit with 17 candles. niko animatedly followed her. "jenny was scared i'd drop the cake," she informed everyone. "but i placed the candles - that's why they're in a heart! and i wrote the message in frosting."
"aww, they do make a heart," you said. "that's so cute."
jenny carefully put down the cake in front of you. you leaned forward and grinned at what niko wrote on it - 'WE LOVE YOU!!' in impeccable cursive, and then a small 'happy birthday' underneath it. niko hurried to stand next to charles, and jenny went to stand across from you all.
jenny pulled out her phone and held it up to record a video (even if ghosts couldn't show up on recordings). "sing happy birthday, guys!" she said.
everyone sang - even edwin. you smiled sincerely at all your friends, and mouthed a 'thank you' to jenny behind the camera.
"presents time!" niko squealed.
"ooh, me first," crystal said. she held out to you a box that had materialised from seemingly from nowhere. it was a simple brown, with a dark purple bow. you opened the box to find a novel you had been searching for for ages now - you were touched she remembered - and a soft sweater. you 'aww'ed' at her and gave her a hug.
edwin handed you a leather-bound notebook and a fancy pen - both of which were engraved with your name on it. "i happened to know a person who did custom engravements," he said simply, when you tried to thank him.
jenny gave you a pair of headphones from a brand you knew was not cheap. you gaped at her. "seriously?" you squealed.
"what? isn't it what teenagers like nowadays?"
you tackled her into a hug.
niko gifted you a very detailed drawing of you, her, crystal, edwin, and charles. "i wanted you to have a picture of all of us for when you go to college, but we can't exactly photograph the boys."
you smiled at her sincerely, even as something anxious twisted in your chest. charles was last to give you your present, and your forced smile barely concealed the sadness welling up inside you. from the pockets of his jacket, he pulled out a metal... contraption about the size of a phone.
"it's a music box kind of thing," he explained. "i got it at tragic mick's, and it's got all your favourite songs in it, plus a few others that reminded me of you."
you kissed him in lieu of a âthanksâ, cradling the gift gently in your hands.
even with all the celebration and presents, though, you couldn't shake the underlying fear in you at the thought of getting older, and having to move on - move away - to other things.
⊠---
after cake and good-natured banter around the table, everyone returned to their rooms - crystal went to bed, but you could hear the soft sound of scooby doo and edwin's inquiring voice from niko's room. charles had followed you to yours, not that you were complaining.
"i know we still have a lot of time till i leave," you said immediately after you shut the door. "but i'm gonna miss you a lot."
"hey, listen," charles said, taking your face in his hands. "i promise, [name], that i will mirror travel to you no matter what, at least once a week. although we both know it'll be more than that, yeah? cause i could never be away from you for that long."
you laughed. "yeah."
"and that's why i'm giving this to you." charles reached into his pocket again, this time withdrawing a cloth satchet. "open it," he said as he placed it into your hands.
you complied, gasping in surprise as you found a gorgeously crafted pocket mirror.
"i'll mirror travel through it. it works - i've already tried." he said. "i know you're scared about what might happen, and i am too. but let's just take things day by day, yeah?" his hands moved from your face to your shoulders, then down your arms - you shivered at his gentle touch - eventually coming to intertwine your fingers.
"cause right now," he continued. "you're my [boy/girlfiend/partner] and i'll put in all the needed effort to keep it this way. that sound good?"
you laughed in relief, a huge weight having been lifted off your shoulders and a bit teary-eyed. "yeah. that sounds brills."
#dead boy detectives#charles rowland#dead boy detectives fic#dead boy detectives x reader#charles rowland x reader#charles rowland x you#charles rowland/reader#charles rowland/you#dbd
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veneration (this faith's got me high)
pairing: sofia falcone/gigante x f!reader
summary: sofia isn't the same anymore- but you've waited too long for her to care.
warnings: uhh .. unnegotiated/dubcon, gun usage, slight bondage, passing out, im sure im missing stuff, not proofread, major abuse of italics sorry lmao
word count: 4.6K
A/N: this is the first part of what i PLAN to be a series, tho im not sure when the next part(s) will be out. i legitimately havent published a fic in over a decade so im sorry that its like. poorly structured LOL. not much smut in this one sorry yall. title from holy by zolita btw. also this was posted prematurely by accident cus it was still in my drafts but oh well
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You don't recognize the room you're in, but you feel no danger. All you feel is giddiness and bliss.
There's something warm next to you. Sofia.
Her red, pretty lips are moving, corners curled up slightly, but you can't hear her. You laugh despite the fact, because it feels right. The joy in your chest overwhelming.
She's closer, now. You're laughing hysterically, to the point of tears. It's getting hard to breathe.
Sofia cups your face. She looks scared, but you still can't hear what she's saying. You can't speak- all you can do is laugh and choke for air.
The room changes.
It's crowded.
You spot Sofia from across the galley.
Something in you tells you to run to her, as fast as you can, like you'll die if you don't. It's an all-consuming type of panic, the inability to breathe slowly creeping back.
You push past the crowd, but the more progress you make, the larger the room seems to grow.
The crowd parts, and you see her. She's leaving the room, hand in hand with her father. Her lips are parted in a scream that you still can't hear.
"Sofia!" You shriek, running as fast as you can now that the people have cleared a path.
You're inches away from Sofia and the grip her father has on her when you suddenly hear her voice loud and clear from behind you.
"She's not here anymore."
You bolt up from your bed, gasping for air and flailing under your blanket, desperately trying to wrestle it off.
It takes a minute to gather your bearings.
"Shit," you mutter to yourself, rubbing your eyes.
It shouldn't phase you. You can't remember a single night in the past ten goddamn years that you haven't woken up from a some sort of dream-turned nightmare about Sofia. But something about this one seemed to stick to you like summer heat, an uncomfortable, lingering sensation that seems to amplify the harder you try to ignore it.
"She's not here anymore."
It rings through your head like a catchy song as you stumble into the kitchen for a glass of water.
In the ten years since Sofia was taken from you, you haven't heard her voice even once. You weren't allowed visitation as a non-family member, and phone calls were prohibited for the same reason.
It was almost if the sanctions had carried over into your psyche, some form of cruel punishment that prevented you from hearing her even in your dreams.
At least you were able to see her at night.
You'd never grown used to the inevitable, debilitating dread that suffocated you each time you awoke, but you still looked forward to falling asleep each night, knowing it'd grant you a brief illusion of having Sofia by your side again.
"She's not here anymore."
You try not to think to hard about it, to instead appreciate the blessing of being graced with her voice, even if it was just subconscious. You tell yourself it's probably just a result of the weeks recent events; the flooding of Gotham city. The death of Carmine Falcone.
The impact of it all must have rattled you.
That's all.
But... you can't shake the nagging feeling that there was something more.
It's then that your phone rings on your bedside table. *BRRR*
You set your water cup down with a huff, shuffling your feet slowly towards your bedroom. You're in no rush to pick up. Who the fuck call at this time of night; and without warning?
In your experience, this meant one of two things: the call was your basic, run of the mill scam attempt, or a reporter who had found your number and was desperate for some kind of story. Not that you'd ever give them one, of course. Even when Sofia was still around, and your relationship was somewhat in the public eye, you never discussed anything with journalists of any kind.
After Sofia was sent to Arkham, the scrutiny on you had increased. You went from being the occasionally mentioned girlfriend of Carmine Falcone's daughter, to 'the woman who loved The Hangman.'
Generally, the public saw you as a pseudo-victim; someone who had been manipulated by The Hangman, paraded to maintain a false image, and used as a front to keep Sofia's cover. They didn't believe you when you claimed to have been with Sofia on three of the nights that those women were killed. "The poor girl- who knows what that woman subjected her to, to make her lie for her?"
The year following her arrest was the peak of your exposure. You were relentlessly assaulted with press whenever you went outside, and you had to change your cell phone number four times.
Everyone was dying for an inside scoop on what it was like to know The Hangman intimately.
By the second year, you were more comfortable leaving the house. You moved just outside of Gotham, and slowly, the pressure for statements and interviews died down the longer Sofia was away. You still get the occasional phone call, someone hoping that now that it's been 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 years, maybe you'd be willing to share your 'story.'
You'd hang up immediately every time, until you got to the point where you just stopped picking up.
*BRRRRR*
You approach your bedside table with every intention to hit the reject button, squinting at the brightness of your screen in the dark of your room.
That's when you see the caller ID.
*000*
You pause.
So far, every telemarketer, every scammer, reporter, and journalist, were listed as either Unknown Caller, or a string of numbers.
The only time you received calls with three digit numbers was when it was Alberto.
A part of you hesitates. Alberto does this, sometimes, though it's become more sparse over the years: he goes on a bender, gets too in his feelings, and calls from a nurner phone and leaves you a barrage of voice and text messages. It's always the same, with him going on coked-up rant about how he's going to get Sofia out one day and wrong everyone who wronged her.
Outside of that, though, Alberto never called. When Sofia was sent away, Alberto had begun simultaneously spiraling and attempting to survive and thrive in the Falcone family. Between the drugs and job, Alberto became a lot more isolated than he used to be. Any attempt on your part to reach out wasn't successful. He stopped responding from the number you'd had saved, keeping communication one-sided.
Still, every week, you texted him the same thing at the same time. Sunday, 9AM, an hour before you knew Sofia had visitation hours. Tell Sofia I love her, please.
You'd never get a response, but you never really expected to, either. You had no way of confirming if he was seeing your messages. The only way you knew Alberto still even thought of you or knew your number was with the increasingly infrequent, triple digit ID calls.
Either way, the occasional drug fueled messages always left you feeling even more depressed. Knowing Alberto was suffering just as much as you didn't bring any sort of comfort; it just reminded you of your own pain.
*BRRRRR*
Between the unease from your dream and timing of the call, though, every instinct in your body is telling you to pick up the phone.
Your hands tremble as you clumsily smash the answer button with your thumb, bringing the phone up to your ear.
"Hello?" You wait with baited breath as you hear Alberto on the other side of the line. "...'Berto?" There's nothing but silence for a moment.
Then, you hear him clear his throat. "I, uh-" There's a pause, and a sniff. "I'm gettin' her out, [Y/N]."
You're heart pounds almost painfully. "Y-you mean-"
"Yeah," Alberto confirms with a disbelieving laugh, as if he can't wrap his own head around it. "Yeah," he says again, more firmly this time, confirming everything you've wanted, pleaded, prayed for, for ten years. "She's comin' home."
The news breaks two days later.
Two days of silence from Alberto after he dropped that fucking bomb on you.
You aren't sure if you're in shock, or if it literally hasn't quite hit you yet. Maybe it's because, despite a part of you accepting you'd never see her again, you always had faith in your heart that she'd come back to you. That naive hope kept you alive for ten years.
You aren't sure what to do with yourself, now. You've grown so accustomed to just... existing. Holding hope, with nothing to really do with it. This sort of feels likes that, but with more anticipation knowing what's to come.
Except, it doesn't.
She comes home, yes. You watch the reports about it, read the headlines, hear the outcries. But you don't see her. You don't hear from her, or Alberto, and you're resigned to waiting for one of them to reach out.
After a few days, you grew impatient. The anxiety you'd felt from waiting around had turned into a sort of panic, an all consuming need to make any attempt to quell your nerves.
Why hadn't you heard anything? Had something gone wrong? Did they forget?
You'd gone to the Falcone residence. It was fucking packed with news casters, journalists, rioters and spectators. It had taken you a while to shove your way through the mob, and when you had, you were turned away like everyone else.
You went back the next day, and the next, and the results were the same.
And then, Alberto dies.
You think the shock will return, but all you can think is Sofia, Sofia, Sofia. Your Sofia. Your girl, who must be hurting so tremendously right now, who you can't cradle and comfort.
It seems your deep seeded need to be by Sofia's side reignites some of your more rational thinking, though, and you consider your options.
The crowds of cameras and protesters should disperse by the time the sun goes down, you'd assume, giving you more of a shot to see her.
So, you decide to return to the Falcone's late that evening, when the moon has settled and the stars are at their brightest.
Despite the time, it seems the family is well awake, as all the lights can be seen as you walk up the driveway. You hear voices, though you're too far away to tell if they're shouts from behind the walls, or conversations outside.
Soon, two of the guards notice you approaching. "Hey!" One hollars, hoisting up his gun as he stalks towards you. "What are you doin' here? You got business with Luca?"
You should probably be more concerned about the possibility of being shot by a paranoid guard, but your adrenaline is pumping too hard to care.
"Uh- no, I'm- I don't," you stutter. "I wanna see Sofia."
As the second guard approaches, you hear a soft chuckle. "Ah, yeah, I remember you," he drawls, before turning towards the other man. "Used to hang around Sofia," he explains to him, making the other relax his posture slightly.
"She's not available," the first one grunts, "probably won't be for a while."
Being turned down does little to deter you. "So she's here? Just, not available?" You ask hopefully. They don't get a chance to respond. "That's fine. I can wait."
You make a bold move to squeeze past them, speed walking over to the grand stair case in front of the house with purpose.
Behind you, the guards bicker. You don't hear what they say, outside of something about 'letting Ms. Falcone decide,' but based on the lack of pushback, you assume the one who remembered you was suggesting the other guard leave it be.
You're perfectly content to sit for as long as you need to. You've waited a decade for Sofia; you can wait a few hours- or even until the morning- to finally see her after all this time.
To your surprise, though, you only wait for about 45 minutes.
The front doors of the mansion swing open, and you hear the click of heels stomping down the steps.
"Fuckin' pricks," someone mutters, and you immediately recognize the voice.
Your heart leaps into your throat as you stand on shaky legs, and you can't turn around to face her fast enough. You almost lose you balance in the process, but catch yourself in time for Sofia to notice your presence.
She has a cigarette halfway to her lips as she stares at you, an unreadable expression on her face.
You blink.
She blinks.
"You're..." her voice sounds empty for a moment. Then she shakes her head a little, blinking hard a few times and huffing. "What are you doing here, [Y/N]?"
You open your mouth, but your brain is moving a mile a minute. Nothing comes out, and you just gape at her like a fish for a few moments. "Uhhhh..." you trail off dumbly, but you're too frozen to even feel stupid about it.
Sofia rolls her eyes. "Come on," she says as she resumes her walk past you, lighting up her cigarette as she does. "I'm not staying too far from here at the moment."
You practically trip over yourself in your rush to follow Sofia. It's a bit of a struggle to keep up with her pace, but you manage. The car is parked at the end of the driveway. A burly man is propped against the hood, and he moves around to the back door when he sees Sofia quickly approaching. He opens it for her with a quick acknowledgment as she slides in smoothly, and remains silent as you clumsily follow suit.
Sofia keeps her eyes fixed out the window as the man gets into the drivers seat. You can't help but stare at her, though, something akin to awe making it impossible to look away.
A few minutes into the drive, you see Sofia tentatively shift her eyes towards you. She looks on guard, as though unnerved by your eyes on her.
Still, she says nothing. Her gaze stays trained on the passing scenery for the remainder of the ride, like she's stubbornly making an effort to ignore your blatant staring.
Sofia hardly waits until the car is parked to unbuckle and hastily exist the vehicle once it's pulled in front of her building. You rush to get your door open, jogging a little to catch up to her.
You're paid no mind as Sofia struts inside and walks to the kitchen. It's almost like you're invisible, a silent, unseen witness.
Sofia moves around the kitchen with a practiced ease, retrieving a glass and wine bottle that she pops open, pouring a sizeable amount. She takes a long, long sip, her head tilting back until the contents of her glass are almost completely gone.
Then, she sighs, her shoulders relaxing a bit as she embraces the warmth of the alcohol.
Finally, she looks at you, indifference written all over her face. "You didn't give me an answer earlier," she states simply.
You take a small step forward. "Sofia..." You blink hard, suddenly overwhelmed with emotions.
Sofia is looking at you. You see her. You hear her.
You take another step, and another, until your knees buckle in front of her. "Sofia," it's an almost reverant sound that makes Sofia inhale sharply.
She's so close.
You wrap your arms around her legs as you kneel before her, nuzzling against her thighs.
"Sofia," you say again, just as softly.
You can breathe again. After ten long, dreadful years, you finally feel like the air in your lungs is pure and real.
Sofia freezes. She's unsure of how to process this.
You're here. In front of her- willingly.
It feels wrong; you bowing before her when you have no idea who she is anymore.
"Cut it out," she mutters, lightly pushing your head away and taking a small step back.
You remain on your knees, looking up at her with half lidded eyes.
The adoration in them makes Sofia uncomfortable.
"Get off the floor," Sofia says, her tone indescribable. "You aren't an animal." She turns to top off her wine glass, takes a sip, and leaves the room.
It takes you a minute to gather yourself, but you slowly move towards the direction she headed in. You find her in a room down the hall, an open, office-adjacent space. She's sitting on a loveseat in the center of the room, staring blankly ahead as she sips away.
You pause in the doorway to observe her for a minute, wondering if she's aware that you've followed. You decide to let your presence be known, taking a few confident steps forward.
Sofia doesn't look at you when she speaks.
"Whatever you're here for," she starts, "you won't find."
"No," you find yourself saying. "No, Sofia, I..." you trail off as you come closer. "I... I just want you."
Sofia's jaw clenches. "You don't know what that means anymore," she spits, before taking another sip of her wine, attempting to grow the irrational anger brewing inside her.
There's a certain, panicked heat that comes over you then, feeling unheard and misunderstood. "No, no," you say hastily. "No, Sofia, please," you drop in front of her again. "Please, Sofia. I don't care what that- what that means. All I care about is you."
Sofia scoffs, her temper getting the best of her. She grips your hair without thinking, pulling your head off her lap to look up at her. "You want me to show you what it means?" She hisses, eyes wide and manic. "Okay. Take your clothes off."
You're momentarily stunned, not expecting Sofia's request. "What? Ah-!" Sofia yanks your hair again, gritting her teeth as she speaks. "Take off your fucking clothes," she repeats.
Her tone sends you into motion, and you scramble to remove your top. Sofia settles back against the couch as she watches you undress for her, keeping her features schooled.
Once you're bare, you shift on your knees a bit, unsure of what to do. Being naked in front of Sofia certainly isn't new, but, it's also been ten years since you've last been intimate with her. You never anticipated it happening again like... this. Sofia never acted this way with you in the last. Usually, she undressed you herself, slowly and with kisses on each inch of skin she revealed. She had been teasing, sure, but never so stern.
It stirred something in you that you couldn't place your finger on. All you know is, you certainly aren't complaining.
So, you stay still, not wanting to do anything without instruction lest Sofia decide she's no longer willing to entertain you. You bask in Sofia's predatory gaze, letting her drink in your exposed body.
Soon, though, you start to squrim a bit. It's not cold, per say, but the air was just brisk enough on your bare skin that you couldn't ignore the slight chill.
You shiver a little, and Sofia smirks.
"You cold?" She asks knowingly. Sofia keeps her eyes on you as she reaches for her wine glass, standing as she does.
You tense a little as she begins to stalk closer to you, a small sneer on her face.
She's behind you, now, but you don't dare to move your head, not even when you hear the clink of her wine glass on the ground. Instead, you stay still and complacent as Sofia picks up your discarded shirt and begins to wrap it around your wrists. You moan inadvertently at the feeling of her skin on yours, but Sofia takes a deep breath. She ignores the sound, instead making quick work of restraining your hands behind your back.
When she's done, Sofia picks her glass back up as she towers over you. There's a dark, empty look in her eye that sends a chill down your spine.
Sofia, of course, notices this.
She smirks. "Is that it? You chilly, sweetheart?" Her voice is patronizing and full of faux concern.
You're not sure if she wants an answer or not, but aren't given a chance to respond either way, Sofia suddenly splashing the remenants of the wine from her glass onto you.
You flinch, and gasp loudly at the cold sensation. You're hands instinctively move to rub at eyes in an attempt to clear your vision, but you find yourself tugging fruitlessly at the shirt Sofia had binded your wrists. The wine soaking your face and dampening your hair ends trickles down your body, erupting goosebumps in it's wake.
You're still blinking heavily in an attempt to normalize your seeing when hear a breathy cackle. You feel her pinch your jaw, a strong grip on you as she licks a filthy stripe up your face, lapping up the spilt wine. She releases you, the sound of footsteps echoing through the room as Sofia struts past you and towards the desk by the window. You can't see what she's retrieving, your eyesight blurry and unfocused.
By the time Sofia circles back, you've mostly regainedy your vision. You don't have any time to visually process what she has in her hand, though, as she wastes no time in forcing the barrel of her handgun past your parted, panting lips, and into your mouth.
"It's a terrible feeling. Isn't it?" The gun presses a little harder, and you cringe at the feeling of rough metal pressing against your tongue. "Nothing left to hide behind," Sofia drawls, her voice is surprisingly even, though her words feel weighted.
You blink up at her with an unnerving lack of fear.
Sofia bares on with a tilt of her head. "The guards at Arkham stripped us bare every morning," she states, and your heart clenches at the thought. "It was humiliating," Sofia continues, a subtle anger brewing in her voice with each punctuated annunciation, "being turned into a thing."
Sofia shoves the gun hard enough to make you gag, and presses forward until you're bending backwards. Sofia straddles you, her grip on the gun directing your movements. She has you sprawled on your back, hands twisted painfully under you, pressed between your spine and the hardwood floor.
Sofia lowers her face, her wild eyes inches from yours. "You think," she growls, "that I'm still who you knew?" She smiles, though there's no joy in it. "That I'm not just a thing?"
Apparently, it wasn't a rhetorically question, as Sofia yanks the gun out of your mouth.
You sputter for a second, before rushing to respond, "no," you gasp. "I- I don't expect you to- to be the same, Sofia, I don't." Your voice cracks a bit, and you pray that your eyes convey your earnesty. "I don't care that you- you don't feel like yourself, Sofia, if you feel different, now. I love you. I love you. I love you, Sofia," you insist, your voice soft.
Sofia regards you for a long minute, and you wait with abated breath to see how she'd react.
For a moment, you think she's heard you. Really heard, and believed you- believed in your unconditional love and devotion for her. There's a hopeful, but guarded look in her eye, something akin to a skittish street cat assessing if it should trust the hand reaching out to pet it. But, just as quickly as it appeared, it's gone.
Sofia's features go hard again, and she moves her face away, straightening her back and kneeling over you.
"You don't get it," she says- simply, quietly, almost as if to herself.
You part your lips to protest, but Sofia is quicker, and slaps her hand over your mouth. "Don't," she warns.
Sofia hates it. The way you don't even struggle under her; the way you just take it, like you understand what this means.
Why don't you get it? Do you really not understand what kind of horrors she was exposed to? What they did to her; what they turned her into?
It pisses her off.
How dare you, how dare you, prance back into her life, expecting her to be untouched by the hell that was Arkham?
Do you think she's naive? That she'd truly believe, after all this time, you'd still want her? Want her for who she actually is now?
You don't even fucking know her anymore.
Fuck.
It infuriates her for so many reasons that she refuses to acknowledge right now.
Instead, she let's herself embrace the unbridled rage that's always threatening to erupt inside her.
"Alright!" She exclaims, a Cheshire Cat grin spreading across her face. "You love me?" She taunts. "You think you want me?"
She shoves herself off of you to pull her underwear down her legs. You're heart thuds as she slips off her fur coat and hikes up her dress. Sofia easily drops back down, straddling your face and gripping your hair with one hand. "Show me, then." With that, she lowers herself completely, smothering your face in her cunt.
Your primal instincts kick in, then, and you press forward, your tongue eagerly swiping through her folds.
Jesus fuck, you think somewhere in the back of your mind. Finally, finally, finally.
You hadn't realized how much you craved the taste of Sofia until this very moment. It feels like you're starving, like you haven't eaten in ten goddamn years, and Sofia is the first meal you've been granted.
Your ministrations are messy and desperate. You can hardly think straight, overwhelmed by the taste and scent and feel of Sofia. All you do is lick and suck and moan, embracing the pure bliss you feel. The rapidly decreasing supply of oxygen in your lungs is easy to ignore when you finally have the privilege of pleasuring Sofia again.
Sofia's eyebrows furrow. You won't struggle under her. You won't look up with panicked eyes, even as she deprives you of air, even as she suffocates you.
You don't get it.
Sofia narrows her eyes and her hips buck forward. It's almost violent, the way she fucks your face, riding harder and harder. She grunts softly, losing inhibition as she watches her slickness spread all over your face.
Still, you only whine as though you're the one being pleasured.
Why don't you fucking get it.
Sofia tightens her grip in your hair, pushing your face impossibly closer against her cunt as she feels her climax approaching. She's panting harshly through her noise, controlling the means threatening to spill out of her.
Just then, your eyes slugglishly blink open and lock with hers. It's clear that you're moments away from passing out, and Sofia can only stare down at the dazed look in your eyes.
Still, there's no fear there. There's nothing but adoration.
Your eyes roll back, and your eyelids flutter shut. Sofia's breath hitches as your body goes limp under her.
It's then that she cums, her body tensing and jerking. A ragged moan escapes her as she grinds and grinds against you, using your unconscious body to draw the waves of pleasure out.
Sofia slumps off of you, sitting by your side as she recovers from the exertion. She just sits for a while, until her breathing regulates, and she gathers the courage to look over at you.
You're still passed out, but the slight rise and fall of your chest tells Sofia you are, in fact, alive.
It doesn't do much to relieve Sofia- not when there's a sick, familiar feeling of dread forming in the pit of her stomach.
No.
Sofia squeezes her eyes shut.
This isn't supposed to matter.
This doesn't mean anything.
Sofia stands, and smooths out her dress. She can't afford to have regrets; to have... things that make her question herself.
That's not her anymore.
Sofia takes a deep breath.
She squares her shoulders, and doesn't spare you a second glance as she forces herself to leave the room.
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Repentance
Billy x Gender Neutral! Reader
('Burn' gifs are limited and this was hotter. Sue me.)
Summery: You know the phrase 'sleeping angels?' Yeah, not in this fucking house. Pretty soon it's gonna be you or him, but Billy may have a trick or two up his sleeve to provide a happy ending for you both
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specified genitals for Reader, prequel/standalone fic for 'My Ghost' but not required reading to enjoy this fic, ('My Ghost' may even be enhanced if you read this first, I'll be fr.) Porn with plot (if you are only here for plot, the porn is only in the second half and is easily skippable), snoring, Reader is sleep deprived, non-serious threats of violence, mentions of gun violence, banter, make-up sex, drug usage/alcohol consumption, Dom!Billy, Sub!Reader, Reader goes mostly non-verbal after smoking but their thoughts don't, dumbification, Reader gets spoiled and folds like a lawn chair me too bitch me too, massage turning into sex, doggy style, Reader gets that good dick that knocks their head into a wall, vocal! Billy, dirty talk/talking through it, pet names, possessive sex, mentions of wet dreams, happy ending for everyone :)
Other Works in This Series: 'My Ghost' (Original) âą 'Lapses' (Sequel to 'My Ghost')
Notes: This was supposed to be a drabble and it was not gonna contain smut. What can I say, when the holy spirit of a short man with big brown eyes compels you, you compel him into your bitch. Anyways, this was inspired by this headcanon written by @g0ry0re0! So if you liked this fic, please thank her as well in the comments and go support her works because this wouldn't exist without it!! They're a fucking great writer as well.
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Have you ever killed a man?
I might.
Listen, I'm not a bitch. I'm not unreasonable even though that was a hell of an opening statement. But if you'd dealt with the shit I've put up with for the past few nights, you would understand.
How can a man who's not even that fucking large in stature make such noise? What the fuck is wrong with him?
I kick him to try and hit a reset button. It works for five minutes, which is long enough for me to begin to relax again. Right before his snoring revs up like the engine of that bike he loves parked on our front lawn. Maybe I'll run him over with it. Be poetic, take him out with his own weapon. Don't the reports show just how deadly motorcycles are compared to regular cars? It's bad for your health.
Okay, I'm assuming that bit because I'm tired, I'm cold, and Billy won't shut the fuck up. It was a little cute when he was just spending the night and we were hardly sleeping. But now that he actually lives here?
Kick. Stop. Wait. Snore.
Goddammit.
Billy has the fucking audacity to greet me with a smile this morning. Sitting at my fucking table, smoking from the ashtray I fucking made him. He should be ashamed to look so good with no shirt on, displaying his chest hair for the whole neighborhood to see as he sits near the open window with coffee set in front of him like he owns the damn place.
"Morning beautiful," he says with a smile. What fucking nerve does he have to sit there and act so happy about while I hate him?
"You snore," I growl. His eyebrows shoot into the air, this son of a bitch has the nerve to widen his smile.
"I'm sorry?"
"I said you fucking snore," I repeat.
"Don't think I've heard that complaint before," he says, shifting in his seat to look at me better. I don't like the way he looks in those sweatpants, grey and hugging the wrong areas for my attitude.
"You haven't dated anyone long enough for someone to complain about it," I mutter under my breath. His eyes focus on the oversized shirt I wear that alright, maybe I stole from the drawer I stash his things in that I now claim as mine. We live together, it's inevitable, fucking fight me. Watching me as I walk into the kitchen, taking the coffee pot off the dock and pouring some into my cup.
"Something I can do to make up for it, shirt thief?" He asks, leaning back in his seat and manspreading, his hands on his horribly thick thighs. "I was wondering where that one went," he mutters to himself, amused.
"Yeah. See a fucking doctor."
It's day five. I'm genuinely considering homicide.
Dear God, or Allah, or whoever you are. If I shouldn't suffocate this man, give me a sign.
...does the short snore that escapes Billy's mouth count?
It doesn't matter what I do. If I turn him onto his side, if I kick him, if I shove ear buds in and blast whatever music I can sleep to at max volume, he's louder and I'm on my last straw. It's him or me.
"William," I say, poking my head up from the old pillow.
No response.
Maybe it's safe.
Maybe he's dead.
Maybe he'll stay quiet.
I lay my head down once more.
"...what?"
"You fucking snore."
"I'm sorry baby," he slurs in half baked consciousness, turning to wrap his arm around my waist as he presses hot, open mouthed kisses to the back of my neck. "Can I make it up to you?"
"Yeah, let me sleep."
"Sleep is for the weak."
I am weak. I am very, very weak.
"Put your dick away."
"It isn't out."
"I can still feel it."
With a grumble and his face buried in my hair, he abandons his quest in favor of returning to whatever dreams make him keep me up at night. And I am so close to joining him when he starts back up hardly two minutes later. Right in my ear.
With a final huff, I tear the blanket off of him and stomp my bleary eyed way to the living room. Fucker is too sleepy to even notice. Fuck him.
I'm not amused when I wake up in the ungodly hours of the morning sprawled on the couch, Billy's foot in my face as early morning light peaks through the shitty blinds.
"You followed me," I groan, my voice rough with sleep.
"I followed blanket," he slurs.
"It's mine."
"I was cold."
"You snore."
"I've offered consolation, you should take it."
"William, have you ever shot a man?" I ask, bolting upright as I wipe the crust from my eyes.
"Fucking what?"
"Have you ever shot a man?" I repeat slowly, properly enunciating each word.
Billy's eyes dart to the side, then back to me, wide but still tinted from sleep.
"...no?"
"I've considered it," I tell him. "There's a gun in my nightstand. And if I don't get some sleep soon, I'm going to use it. I haven't before, but I can't imagine it's hard."
Billy presses his lips together in a thin line, knowing I'm not serious but that I'm on the last straw.
"... should I go back to bed?"
"I can go back to bed," I say. "You can stay on the couch."
"That's a great idea."
"I'll take the blanket."
"You do that."
It's only two hours later when I'm woken by the alarm, and the smell of sausage is fresh on the air. Even if it was short, the sleep in solitude feels refreshing, no interruptions from Yellowstone volcano on the other side.
When I wander into the kitchen he's in the midst of finishing his preparations for a feast. And by feast I mean a fuck load of eggs with sriracha on top and plenty of sausages to go with it. There's also a pile of toast, the bottle of homemade cinnamon sugar next to the stick of butter besides it.
"Morning beautiful," Billy tries carefully, eyeing me as I lean against the hallway doorframe. "Coffee's on the table."
Whatever I said earlier- which may or may not be blurry to me at this point -has clearly changed his attitude. He's even set out the hazellenut creamer for me, a treat.
"Did you sleep well?" He asks, setting a heaping plate in front of me. I don't know how to tell him I'm too sleepy to eat.
"Better," I say. I take a slice of cinnamon covered toast, trying to convince my stomach to wake up. "Kinda cold, though."
He smiles softly at that, setting down his own plate to join me. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." I return the smile, taking a small bite of the corner of my toast. He takes a sip of coffee and brushes his foot against mine under the table. The silence is sweet, apart from the radio just ever so quietly playing in the background to add to the calm morning atmosphere Billy has created for me. His hair is ruffled from sleep, his hand nervously fiddling with the thin chain around his neck. He glances at me, smiles apprehensively, then breaks the silence.
"Do you actually own a gun?" He asks, trying so hard to sound casual.
My brows furrow before I realize what he's referencing, letting out a loud laugh and almost dropping my toast in the process.
"I'm not gonna shoot you, Billy," I laugh, trying so hard to maintain my composure.
"Last night you called me William. I did not like that," he laughs nervously.
"William, I will not shoot you."
"My mother calls me that, I don't want you and my mom calling me the same name."
"Willy-"
"Fuck you," he groans, laughing. "You're terrifying."
"When I don't sleep," I add for him. He nods, eyes wide and brows raising in agreement. "Did you seriously make breakfast because you were worried I owned a gun?"
"When you meet the devil, you meet demands," he says. I kick at his foot playfully, giggling.
"The devil doesn't really eat breakfast."
"I know, I packed lunch too."
Fuck free will, I should've done the gun thing a long time ago. When I walk back into the ramshack house that evening fresh off my shift, Billy has dinner, a bowl and a bath prepared for me upon my return.
"I did not take your comments seriously and I'm sorry," he says genuinely, taking my coat. "I should have and you have suffered. Consider this repentance."
"Repentance is nice. You hide the gun too while you were at it?" I ask.
"I'm not answering that."
Billy may be many things, and a cook is one of them. It's simple, fresh, and nice after a long day. The backrub I'm getting while I eat makes the flavors even sweeter.
"I feel an urge to clarify my threat was not serious," I joke between bites, taking a sip of the wine Billy had run out and gotten special for the night.
"I'm well aware, but this is overdue anyways," he says softly. "You're mine and you deserve nice nights." He presses a warm kiss to the spot just under my ear, making me blush. "My baby needs spoiled."
"Well, I certainly feel spoiled," I say contently, finishing the last bite. I lean back in my chair, letting him explore my neck as his gentle hands work their way through my many knots, whispering sweet nothings in my ear all the while.
"Wait until I tell you what kinds of oils I slipped in your bath as well," he whispers in my ear.
If this is repentance, he should snore more often.
I'm stoned, zoned, and completely naked across the bed as Billy carefully massages my legs, phone propped on a spare pillow beside my head as I stare blankly at the show in front of me.
His hands are slick with oil, gliding across my skin with ease as he works at a knot on the back of my calf.
"I've been ignoring you too much," he muses, his voice soft and loving as his thumbs work in small circles. "You're much too tense for my taste."
I am too stupid to respond with English. I will tell him later about the day I've had at work, running around for fifteen different customers and a boss I can hardly stand. But for now a low moan will do, my mind too blurry from substance use and the stimulation that makes me dizzy with want.
"Does that feel good?" Billy asks, pressing a small kiss against my shin. I moan again, eyes fluttering shut. "Wanna make sure my baby sleeps well tonight."
Oh, I'll sleep phenomenally.
His hands abandon me, searching for the bottle of lavender scented oil, coating his hands before reaching for the back of my thighs, right below the curve of my ass.
"How's the show?" He asks me, digging deeply into my tissue in a way that makes me moan, arching my back subconsciously as the stimulation takes over my thoughts. "That good?" He asks, voice deep as he chuckles.
"Very good," I confirm, my voice soft against the freshly washed bedsheets. I have never said a bad thing about this man. I would never curse the provider of relaxation. Any claims otherwise are false and slandering against me and my man.
"You're grinding against the bed, you realize that, right?" Billy asks bemused, his thumbs drawing deep circles against the inside of my thighs, making me gasp in want. "There something else you want?"
Whatever strain he has given me has made me nonverbal, but the squeak I let out is answer enough. For me, anyways.
"I need words, baby. Words. Vague noises are not consent," he says softly.
"Motherfucker that noise was not vague," I snap, lifting my head up briefly before resuming my mindless appreciation against the bed. Billy's laugh echoes throughout the room, his hand lightly smacking my ass before reaching for the small towel and bottle of lube on the nightstand, wiping off his hands before squeezing a generous dollop onto two digits.
His fingers press against my entrance slowly, coating it with the thick, cold lube, making me squirm and gasp against him, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
"I'm gonna start off slow, okay baby?" He says gently, still stroking my entrance as he positions himself above me. "You let me know if you want me to change something."
I moan in understanding, but it's not enough for him. His voice is low and rumbling by my ear, his lips teasing at my shoulder.
"Say yes if you understand," he says softly, breath hot against my ear.
"Yes," I say just as soft.
"Good," he praises, pressing a soft kiss to the back of my neck. "Good baby."
His cock slowly sinks inside of me, the pot from earlier making the sensations deeper and more vibrant as I feel the sweet stretch even at the top of my head. Billy moves slow, taking his time to enter me as though we had all the time in the world. I can't help but pant against the bed, whining for more intelligibly as Billy sheethes himself to the hilt, pressing himself against my g-spot just perfectly at this angle, no real effort needed when I'm like this. My eyes roll at the touch, my hips bucking in uneven, stupid rhythms against him as he remains still inside of me. Fuck it, he could snore in my ear right now and I'd let him.
Billy's voice is breathy, moaning as he brushes my hair with his hand. "Let me know when you want me to move," he moans in my ear.
"I am," I whine. "Fuck me."
He chuckles against me, his voice rough as he continues in a slow, even rhythm. "You don't want to go slow first?" He asks, pressing a kiss to my spine as he slowly slides against my spot again, his cock making me clench tightly around him.
"Uh uh," I moan, still trying to buck rapidly against him. "Want more."
"You usually get so overstimulated if I start fast at this angle," he teases, ignoring the pace of my hips in favor of his. "Can't even finish fucking you if I start out fast, you're so sensitive by the end."
That's a lie. Terrible lie. Slander.
"Do you really want me to go fast?" He asks softly, one hand finding my hip to guide me to a better rhythm.
"Motherfucker, yes," I whine, lifting my head. He chuckles, much to my annoyance. "Fuck me like you own me."
At that he grabs my hips, slamming me against his base before he begins to violently abuse my hole, fucking directly into my g-spot and never missing once as he fucks me hard enough to make the bed slam into the wall, making a painting rattle on the wall behind us.
"Jesus- fuck- wait!" I cry, my hips subconsciously trying to escape his abuse while I clench around him, silently begging for more.
He slows his pace once more, pressing such soft, sweet kisses to my spine as he speaks. "See? You can't handle it like that. You're half fucked out already and that wasn't even five seconds."
He's absolutely right and I should listen to him more. How wise is my man.
"If I was really fucking you like I owned you," he says lowly between slow, long thrusts, his hands guiding my hips gently as I whimper with each move like the bitch I am. "I'd pick the pace. But here you are, telling me what to do and changing your mind the moment I give it to you. So indecisive is my baby." Very indecisive. Go fast again. "And I'll do whatever you want like a good man should."
I will stay home with the kids. I will scrub my permanently stained linoleum floor until it shines like the top of the Chrysler building. I will spend my days barefoot and pregnant if he so requests of me. In Jesus's name, Amen.
Billy moves slow and purposefully against me, grinding his cock and moaning in my ear while he watches me, smacking my ass here and there when he wants to watch it bounce against his hips.
"So pretty," he moans. "Even prettier when you cum. Is there something I can do to help?"
I whine against the bed, feeling edged and whoreish with his thick dick pulsing inside of me, fucking me into blind submission and making me willing to do anything he says.
"Would someone like for me to go faster?" He coos sweetly, slightly speeding up his tempo as he slams more gently into my spot. "Does my baby wanna get fucked?"
I nod stupidly, whining and huffing as he slowly continues to gain speed.
"You gonna cum around me? Take my cock real nice and fast?" He asks, smacking my ass once more. I clench upon impact, making him do it again and again until he laughs.
"Cum in me," I moan. All care has been thrown out the window, my head scrambled and vision blind.
"Yeah? You want that?" He teases. His balls smack loudly against my front, offering additional stimulation and making my eyes roll. "Looks like you're drooling over it." Motherfucker I am, and?
"I'm gonna fuck you so good you sleep for days, sweetheart," he moans in my ear, slamming into me hard enough to make me squeal. "Kept dreaming about you for the past week. Kept getting all nice and hard only to have you wake me up before I could fuck you. Come to find out I was keeping my poor baby up, being my own cockblock."
His cock pistons in and out of me at impressive speed, one of his hands slamming against the bars of the metal headboard to offer him stability while he fucks me, the bed ramming against the wall so loudly it's all I can hear besides him. I think the painting fell.
"Now we can both sleep better at night. My balls empty, your ass nice and full. Think I'll do it again tomorrow," he muses, slamming me against the bed, pushing me higher. "And again." And higher. "And again." Until the top of my head pounds against the ceiling. "Till the fucken cows come home."
Moo, bitch. Moo.
With a pathetic scream, hardly able to make any noise due to the violent climax, I cry his name as I clench around him. His dick pounds my head into the wall absuively as he chants my name like it's the only word ever known to him, his voice raising in volume until he's shouting it so clear it raises above the rocking of the bed, loud enough surely for the neighbors to hear. I'm hardly even aware of when he cums, or really anything at this point, his dick pulsing within me and fucking his admittedly larger than usual load into me so deep you'd think there'd be no chance of it to escape. I'm only aware he came when his cock finally softens, our cum dripping and pooling underneath of me in a mixed puddle when he slips out with a small whimper, his breath so heavy and wheezing I'm almost scared he'll pass out on top of me.
"Wanna go again?" He jokes, his voice worryingly pathetic as he tries to laugh, sounding more like a death rattle than anything. All I respond with is a shaky thumbs down, my head spinning from the possible concussion I may genuinely have.
It's an effective sleep method. Works wonders for both of us.
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After he slips out of the house one winter morning with my gun tucked in the back of his jeans, I can't tell you how much I'd give to hear him snore against our lavender scented bed one last time, feeling his arms that are now ash and bones on the floor of a gas station just outside of town. My only company now being his ghost echoing his bright laughter down the darkened halls of what was once our home.
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Bad Idea, Right?
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Word count: 1.6k
Synopsis: A visit from your ex makes you question the break up.
Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader (she is mentioned wearing heels though), ex! Hobie, CW injury, TW blood, Hurt/comfort.
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Your ankle hurts like you've run a marathon. The new heels you've bought doesn't help one bit, you should've chosen a more comfortable pair if you only knew your date was about to ditch you in the middle of dinner. Now your wallet is lighter and you didn't even get a proper date in. You could've taken a taxi home but just thinking about the surge prices has you risking the dimly lit streets.
You sigh as you finally see your front door, hobbling to it, you unlock it quickly so you could change into your PJ's, watch that new episode and have your feet up with a hot compress right over your aching feet.
The smell of iron and the familiar leather smacks you right over your face. You haven't smelt that in months, turning the corner, you already know who's waiting for you. But you wouldn't have foreseen the state that he's in.
âHoly shit, Hobie!â You run to him, blisters be damned.
Kneeling next to him, you assess the damages like you always used to. He's currently sitting up, his back slouched. His face has seen better days but there's still that charm you've always loved behind his eyes. The suit looks worse, marred by bloodied slashes and tattered cloth.
ââm okay,â he holds your elbow, the feeling so familiar it brings you back to five months ago, a time before you broke up, before *he broke it off, inevitably shattering your heart into tiny pieces.
âJust a scratch, love.â Hobie looks softly at you, his eye bruised and battered as he clutches at his bleeding side.
âYou're bleeding all over my new couch.â Sure enough, your once white couch has specks of blood on it. âWhat are you doing here? You should go to a hospital in the state you're in!â
He heaves a shaky breath. âI didn't know where else to go.â Squeezing your elbow, his head hit the cushion in a quiet thump.
You hold his cheek gently. This is a bad idea, right? But you know if you don't treat him his wounds would fester, you know him enough to know that he really won't go to a hospital no matter how much you beg.
âOkay, okay, justââ you fight the tears in your eyes. There might not be a relationship between you two anymore but you can't bear seeing him in pain. âI'll get the kit.â Standing up, before you could rummage for the first aid, Hobie catches your hand in his. Thumb rubbing softly over your palm, you swear you felt electricity pass through you.
âY/N, Iââ
âI'll get the first aid.â You cut him off without looking at his face, if you did you might've collapsed to your knees in front of him, kissing him like you used to. Sliding your hands off him, you walk off without looking behind.
Going over to the piles and piles of boxes in the corner, you open one that's labeled âmedical stuffâ immediately, your eyes zero in on the things you needed.
âYou haven't unpacked?â Hobie croaks out, âit's been six monthsââ
âFive, just five actually.â Turning around, your arms are full of bandages, painkillers and antiseptic and anything else you might need, your tone is full of passive aggressiveness.
âFelt like six to meâ he coughs out.
You walk briskly to him, you've got to get your priorities straight rather than biting back at him.
âStop talking, you're making it worse.â
âMy injuries or our relationship?â
You pause, kneeling down to set the materials on the floor as gentle as you can with your arms full. âBoth, now shut it, Hobart.â
ââm sorryâ
âHobie, please.â You look at him, your eyes glistening in the light. âPlease justâ let me work, okay?â
âOkayâ he nods, observing you prepare the materials just like you always do it. But this time you're not completely calm and not making jokes to keep him smiling and awake. You're silent, fingers shaking while you sanitize your hands.
The sound of the clock in the living room becomes annoying as the silence goes on. Hobie's suit now lay discarded on the floor leaving him in only his boxers. He grimaces with every stitch you do in his abdomen. Your touch keeps him awake though, sending little sparks as you gently put the needle in his skin, your gloves bloodied, face fully concentrating, only showing emotion with a frown when he sucks his teeth in when the pain flares up again.
Hobie doesn't want you to hurry up though, because once you're done, he'd have to leave and he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to leave you again since he made the biggest mistake of his life five months ago because of a stupid argument. He admits it to himself every morning he wakes up without you beside him, your side of the bed cold, your things not where they usually are. He can't help but look beside him, wishing the space isn't empty anymore.
He was wrong and he wants you back. He'd be lying if said he was doing well these past five months, he'd be lying too if he said he wasn't thinking of you when he was being pummeled to the ground.
You hate seeing him like this, hell it was the main reason why the fateful fight happened. With a shuddered breath from Hobie, you look up at him to check, maybe you shouldn't have when he looks at you like the last five months didn't happen. Like the last three years together still continued on to this day.
âYou look nice.â He flicks his eyes down to your new shoes. âFancy. Did you go on a date?â He mentally readies himself for your reply.
âI did.â Thinking of getting him back, you could say âyeah, I did and it went so well! We're getting married tomorrow by the way!â or âyeah and he's right outside right now waiting for meâ but you don't, you don't have the heart to hurt him with your words, even if he did do that to you.
âDidn't go wellâ you continue without looking at him, concentrating on closing his wound. âHe left me during dinner.â
âThat fuckinâ wanker.â He clicks his tongue, his words full of venom for the man. âYou deserve better, loveâ
You look at him directly in the eyes. âYeah I do.â
His face drops, anger dissipating. âY/Nââ
âWhat are you really doing here, Hobie? You have friends that could help you better than I could and you still went to me.â Your bottom lip wobbles but you bravely continue on. âYou said it yourself, you don't want to do anything with meâ your voice wavers.
âI didn't mean it.â
âThen why did you say it? I only told you to be more careful because I hate coming home to you beaten and bloody. I would never tell you to stop being spiderman, I know the city needs you more than I do, but my god, I needed you too.â
ââm so fucking sorry.â He reaches out to hold your cheek but retracts it back apprehensively.
âI came home tired and angry and I let it all out on you.â
You want to hold him, you do but it's a bad idea, you're trying to move on, you're currently failing at it based on the number of dates you've rejected and all the boxes of things you haven't even tried to unpack because of that damned bit of hope. You'd do anything to see the dimples of his cheeks again. You know it's been hard being spiderman for him, juggling his personal life with being a vigilante; and you hate how you added in another problem for him, but you know the space was needed even though it wasn't wanted. One thing is for certain though, you still love him.
Closing his wound, you pack it in with bandages, the awkward silence is deafening. The package of medical tape crinkles as he watches you with a frown and broken heart.
âYou called me selfishâ you break the silence, your hands staying over his wound gently, the bandages acting as a wall between you and his skin.
âI did, âm sorryâ he thinks twice before holding your hand over his bandages. His fingers intertwining with yours slowly.
Unsurprisingly, you let him. Your eyes flicking over to his shining one, his frown makes you crave his smile.
âButâŠâ You continue with hitched breath, âyou said you love me in the same breath.â
âI meant it, I still love you.â Hobie takes your hand, lifting it to kiss your knuckles. You feel his dry broken lips, you want to hurt the one who did this to him.
Coming closer to him, you lay your forehead atop his carefully so as to not exacerbate his injuries. âI still have no idea how you made that whole sentence hurtful but full of love.â
âI'm a lyrical genius, loveâ he chuckles lowly, raising up to chase your lips.
âNot much of a genius that day though.â You lean away but his hand on the back of your head prevents you from getting away. For the first time in months, you smile.
âI'm a blubbering idiot then.â Hobie slides his hand down to your shoulders, just holding you like it's supposed to be. He has every curve of you memorized, roaming his hand, kneading to ease your muscles.
âThat you are, Hobie Brown, my lovable idiot.â You close the distance, kissing him like you've never kissed him before.
Maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all.
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The Little Things
Josh Futturman x GN!Reader
Summary: Upset that Josh has been overly stressed and traumatized recently, you decide to surprise him with a short getaway, a temporary escapeâyou were going to take him to see a dinosaur.
WC: 1.8k
Content: fluff, mentions of death, gender neutral reader, short but sweet, kissing, listening to music, quiet yet comfortable company, few curse words
(A/n: this oneshot is heavily inspired by the movie Palm Springs which was brought to my attention from something @rynsfandomsfun rebloggedâit was a sweet movie. Also, donât play the preview of the song attached, but listen from the beginning when it plays in the fic :) )
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âHey. Wake upâŠâ
Your gentle voice and light shaking seemed to do the trick as you sat patiently on the edge of his bed. âY/n?â Josh grumbles drowsily, gradually waking up as he rubs his eyes with his fingers. âShit⊠what time is itâŠ?â
You chuckle amusedly at his demeanor. âApproximately two a.m. But thatâs not so important,â you answer, watching him use his arms to lift himself up against his bed frame, now in a sitting position.
He faced you with groggy bewilderment until his eyes suddenly widened once they inevitably trailed over to your lap. âShitâY/n, is that the TTD?â Josh gasped. The revelation seemed to have woken him up completely, his shock clashing with your nonchalant smirk. âBut that would meanââ
âYes, I stole it from Tiger and Wolf while they were sleeping. And yeah, Iâm aware theyâd kill me if they ever found out, but theyâll never know we even left, âcause lucky for us, now we have a damn time machine,â you grin softly.
ââLeftâ? Wait, whatâwhat are we doing?â
You chuckle, admiring the adorably confounded look on his face. You were so thrilled to break the news to him, anticipating his reaction. âIâm gonna take you to see a dinosaur.â
You didnât mean to get tied into all of this. Well, technically, none of you were meant to. However, Josh was your best friend, and one day, you two hung out in his room as you watched him play and attempt to beat his favorite game Biotic Wars. And you never wouldâve guessed the shit you both would go through after that.
As his best friend, you knew him very well and were able to read him even if he was across the room from you. Therefore, you could always sense when he was upset and miserably exhausted. So when those two airheaded dipshits from the future constantly mistreated and belittled him, you couldnât help but feel resentment towards them and pity towards your best friend. And the moment you saw him covered in his co-workersâ blood after him witnessing his colleagues brutally chop them up to shove inside a possum incinerator, you were just about done with all of this bullshit.
So when the day became night, you snuck into Tiger and Wolfâs weird sewer hideout, stealing their TTD. And then you snuck into Joshâs house, planning to steal him too.
Joshâs face beams as he heard your proposal, and it was probably the first time youâve seen him genuinely smile ever since he got involved in that savior crap.
âIâm gonna see a dinosaur?â You answered him with a smug nod. âYouâre not fucking with me? Iâm gonna see a dinosaur? H-holyâholy shit!â
You knew he wanted this before, hell, you were right there when he begged Tiger and Wolf for it back in 1969. And so, because of all the bullshit he undeservingly had to deal with, you wanted to give him a break or reward. You just wanted to see your friend happy again, like how he was before this entire mess.
In life, you had to enjoy the little thingsâwhich says a lot about your lives right now, considering that traveling back in time to see a dinosaur could be considered as such. The two of you needed a break, even just for less than a day where you didnât have to worry about saving the world or killing people.
You take out an index card and found a pen on his desk. âWhat time is it?â You ask him, taking the cap off of the pen with your teeth.
âUh, twoâuh, two thirty-four,â he answered after glancing at the clock. âAm IâAm I seriously going to see a dinosaur? Areâare we actually going to the jurassic period?â
You scribbled down the time so youâd know when exactly you should get back, just to avoid any complications. âYes,â your answer was muffled as you laugh softly, taking the cap out of your mouth to place it back over the pen. You shoved the note in your pocket then took Joshâs hand, helping him get up from his bed to stand up in his room. You open the TTD and began to play around with the controls.
âDo you even know how to use that thing?â He asked, looking over all the cryptic symbols and confusing interface, then back at you.
âUhh, general idea,â you reply, clicking around the device some more until you finally placed your arm around his shoulder. âYou ready, Josh?â
He blinked, then nodded eagerly. âAre you serious? Hell, yeah! Holy shit! No way! Iâm gonna see an actual, fucking dinosaur!â
You werenât quite used to the feeling of traveling through time, but at least it got easier every time you did. Bright blue lights and volts surrounded the two of you, feeling a gust of wind blow into your face and whole being, and even heat from the electrical currents. And then, in less than five seconds, you two appeared in a jungle, late at night, in the late jurassic period.
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You two sat down on a thick branch of a tallish tree, the soft light of the moon kissing your faces. It was dangerous to be in such a wild and unpredictable time, surrounded by deadly, barbaric creatures, so the tree would be a pretty safe place to watch the dinosaurs from. Except the surrounding area was practically empty, so you just waited for them to emerge.
Your shoulders brushed as you enjoyed the silence between the two of youâwhich was actually ceased fairly quickly once Josh communicated a thought that had practically gnawed at him for days.
âHey, I just wanna say Iâm, uh⊠Iâm sorry that I dragged you into this, Y/n,â he finally says, looking at you pitifully. He looked really nice in the moonlight, you thought. âWolf and Tiger, theyâre insane, and Iâshit, if I never invited you over then none of this would fuckingââ
âHey, hey, shut up, will you?â You snickered, offering a forgiving grin. âYou didnât drag me into this. The both of us never wouldâve expected any of this bullshit, okay? Like, genuinely.â Josh nodded, but you still sensed some remaining guilt in him. âHey. If I was gonna be wrapped into this crazy fucking mess with somebody, Iâm glad it was with you. Youâre my best friend. My ride or die.â
The corner of his lips curled into a sweet, appreciative smile. âThanks,â he replied coyly. âAnd, uh, thanks for this. I know thereâs no dinosaurs right now, but⊠I really appreciate the gesture. Like, Tiger and Wolf, they wouldâveââ
âThey definitely wouldâve killed me, yes,â you laughed softly. âBut⊠youâre worth all the crazy fucking discipline.â
With this lighting, you could never see how his cheeks flushed pink. But you knew he was blushing, from how the corner of his eyes crease and the way his wide smile accentuated his cheeks, revealing his pearly white, perfect teeth. He lets out a quiet giggle, and the two of you continued to watch the horizon of the dark, yet mesmerizing prehistoric view.
You two held each otherâs hands, interlocking one anotherâs fingers warmly, placing the clasped fists between each other. There was some kind of unspoken thing between you two that you never had time to figure out, mainly because of the recent things youâve been dealing with. But it was still there, that strange, lingering feeling.
And thenâŠ
âHoly shit!â Josh gasped abruptly, sitting up, patting onto your shoulder repeatedly, then pointing his finger far out into the distance. âY/n, look, shit, Y/n, Y/n, Y/nââ
âWhââ Your breath hitched as you saw it in front of you. âShitâŠâ
The several long necks and small heads of brontosauruses were in the distance, peeking out of the whole jungle and its trees, walking slowly towards the left in front of the iridescent moon.
It was beautiful. You never expected it to be. Actually, you really didnât expect anything, you thought itâd be too surreal to even process. But they were exactly like the history books. They were like the CGI graphics in film and games, the images displayed near their exhibits at museums, the small long, plastic figures that come in clear tubes, and hell, a scene from Spielbergâs Jurassic fucking Park.
âTheyâre beautifulâŠâ Josh sighs in complete awe.
âThey really areâŠâ you mutter, still fascinated by it all, watching the family of dinosaurs walk slowly together, letting out low moans and stomps with each heavy step.
Abruptly, you take out your phone from your pocket, as well as some earbuds. You plug it in, help Josh with the left earpiece and put the right one in yours. And then, you clicked onto a song that you had downloaded prior.
The gentle song began to play softly in your ears. The two of you were mesmerized by the beauty and magnificence of these creatures that you never thought youâd ever see. Your head moves down to rest on Joshâs shoulder as you two admired the dinosaurs from afar. The light pressure of you against his shoulder tickled him slightly, which he gulped at, heat rising to his cheeks. Your contact against him felt warm and you felt safe. Even though this was a place where you would most likely get mauled brutally by âclever girlâs, you felt nearly invincible with your best friend by your side.
âThis is amazingâŠâ he whispered, astonished.
âYeah,â you sigh, mocking his quiet speech.
A pause.
âYouâre amazingâŠâ
You slowly pull away from his shoulder curiously, your eyes leaving the direction of the large, majestic animals. Your eyes look deeply into his, again, the moonlight shining exquisitely on the side of his face, bright enough to reveal some of the hazel tint in his irises. You felt your eyelashes flutter each time you looked from his eyes to his lips. He, too, looked at you intimately and fondly. And then your eyes closed gently once you feel his lips press against yours, hearing the song continue in your ears. The entire moment felt so magical, that you werenât sure if it was because of the fact that you were in a place where dinosaurs existed or that you were kissing the person youâve always admired.
You pull away slowly, a silent exchange of eye contact, before kissing him again, with more passion and less hesitance, letting your hands rest behind his neck.
There were no more words between the two of you after. In a good, serene way. Parting from his lips, you rested your head back onto his shoulder, feeling his arm around you from the back and his hand holding your waist. And you two continued to watch the dinosaurs under the stars, holding each otherâs hands once more. Enjoying the little things, for now.
You could let this moment go on forever. After all, with the TTD, you had all the time in the world.
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The Comment Section (pt.6)
âââââââ · · A Social Media AU Fic
Pairing: Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader
â · · SUMMARY: I hate you, I love you, I hate that I love you. Or when (yourshipname) gets messy after a drunken blur at the Oscars and a hate train...
â · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, hurt/comfort, angst, social media au, angst, twitter hate, suggestive themes, alcohol consumption, slowburn, light swearing, kissing, fluff, mutual pinning, friends that act like lovers, friends/lovers.
â · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | PART 4.5 | PART FIVE | PART SEVEN
â · · A/N: don't hate me after this one please! it gets better I swear!
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username75 so... when you "apologizing" then doing what you said you wouldn't do again?
username23 11:24 Spencer: "take all the time you need, i'll always be here, Bella" Agnew and 14:32 (first/name): "i'm listening, i hear you, and i'm sorry, Edward" (last/name).
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The Bet
*cracks knuckles* fine, I'll do it myself.
Okay but seriously, I've only binge watched the first 6 seasons of criminal minds, so I'm probably a bit off with character personalities.
This turned into mostly the team finding out, so if anyone wants a part 2 with more scenes pre-reveal I'd love to write it!
masterlist coming soon
Word Count: 3k
CW// brief mention of kidnapping case, use of y/n (i'm sorry), not beta'd
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âWhen was the last time you saw Hotch leave before the rest of us?â
The most recent case had been a relatively short one, allowing the team to get back to Quantico reasonably early. A young man caught kidnapping local women, caught easily when he appeared on CCTV taking his latest victim. Three women, three days. All had minor injuries, but all were alive. It had been the ideal end to the case and no loss of life meant the paperwork was minimal.
Emilyâs voice caught the attention of Derek, who followed her gaze to the elevator, where the Unit Chief stood waiting. He raised his eyebrows, trying to think back on the last few months of late nights, week-long cases and multiple middle of the night calls.
âNot since before his divorce,â Spencer piped up helpfully from behind his desk, packing away the days half-finished reports and case notes before he too looked up. âHey, has anyone seen y/l/n? They mentioned going for food on the jet, and I know this really nice Indian restaurant not far from here, I was going to suggest we all go.â
Now that Emily thought about it, she hadnât seen you after youâd gone to Hotchâs office to drop off your report. Barely five minutes later, Hotch had made a beeline for the elevator, leaving unusually early compared to normal, and then you too had disappeared.
âHoly shit.â The dots were connecting in her head. âTheyâre totally hooking up!â
This gathered the full attention of everyone in the room.
âWhoâs hooking up?â Penelope had her bag in hand as she peeked in the door, drawn to the gossip like a moth to a flame.
âY/l/n and Hotch!â
âOh my god!â Penelope was quick to rush over to the group now huddled around Emilyâs desk.
âNo way,â Derek was shaking his head, arms crossed over his chest. Theyâd been working as a team for years, thereâs no way you and Hotch were in a secret relationship, and no one had noticed. âCome on, you really think they could have hidden something like that from us?â
Spencer shrugged, joining the conversation fully. âHotch hid the fact that Emily was alive from all of us for months, so a secret relationship wouldnât be that hard for him.â Emily grimaced at the comparison, searching for any hint of bitterness in his tone, though found none. He had been hurt that they hadnât trusted him to know the secret, but that hurt had faded over the couple years since Emily had returned. He offered her an apologetic smile, as if only realising what heâd said.
âWant to make this more interesting?â Quick to bring the conversation back to inane office gossip, Emily reached into her bag to pull out her purse. â100 dollars theyâre doing it.â
âOh, youâre on. 100 theyâre not.â Derek placed two fifties on top of Emilyâs two. Another two went down, and they both looked up to see Spencer sheepishly tucking his wallet back into his pocket.
âI think theyâve been dating for a couple weeks now, I assumed everyone else had noticed.â
Quickly, Penelope had joined, and much to everyoneâs surprise, so did Rossi. Penelope thought theyâd just started dating, and Rossi thought it had been at least six months. JJ scooped up the cash, promising to be a neutral party to assure the winner got the whole lot. Plus, when this inevitably went wrong, she did not want to be involved in the fallout.
âOkay, but how do we get them to admit-â
âOr not admit,â Derek cut in.
âOr not admit, whatâs going on?â Emily mused. Everyoneâs eyes instantly went to Penelope.
âOh no, no, no-â
Penelopeâs office felt quite cramped with some many people in it, the space only meant to house one technical analyst, not one technical analyst and five nosey special agents. Five nosey agents who were all huddled around Penelope to peer at the screen over her shoulders.
âOh it does not feel right tracking their phones like this,â Penelopeâs fingers danced across the keys as she brought up both locations, âMy powers should only be used for good, not- not snooping on our friends personal lives!â Still, she let the trace run its course, displaying the address for the others to see.
âThatâs Hotchâs apartment.â Spencer recognised the address immediately. Two little dots blinked on the screen, Hotchâs address hovering above them.
âSo theyâre together, that doesnât mean theyâre hooking up.â Derek knew his argument was weak, but hell he had 100 dollars riding on it.
âOh come on, they sneak out and go to Hotchâs apartment and you think theyâre what, making cookies?â
âKids, stop fighting,â Dave put a hand on both Derek and Emilyâs shoulders. âWhy donât you just phone y/l/n, invite them for food, see what happens.â
âYou think theyâd lie to us?â Spencer asked, as Penelope pulled out her phone and dialled your number.
âTheyâve been lying to us about this for weeks, if youâre bet is right anyway,â Emily nudged him with her elbow. He nudged her back.
âTechnically itâs an omission not a lie, since none of us directly asked if theyâre-â
âShhh its ringing!â The room fell to silence as Penelope put her phone to her ear.
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Even though it had been a short case, you had been looking forward to getting back. And by how quickly Aaron had offered up his apartment for a movie night, he had been too. It was important to keep a clear line between boss and boyfriend while in the field, and it was only professional to stay in separate rooms during cases, so it felt good to have Aaron back in boyfriend mode, with comforting touches and quality time away from the office, away from the titles and roles that accompanied your positions at the BAU.
You had finished your report in record time. It was pure luck that everyone was too caught up in their own work to notice you slipping away. After dropping your report on Aaronâs desk, you had made a quick exit, waiting by Aaronâs car until he joined you in the car park. It had become routine to leave short gaps between your arrivals and exits, allowing the illusion that you had travelled separately, from different apartments, in different cars. It was a short ride back to his apartment.
You had only just settled back against Aaronâs side, a bowl of popcorn perched between your thighs when your phone buzzed.
âHey beautiful, whereâd you run off to?â Penelopeâs sweet voice rang out from the other end of the line, âWeâre going for food, you coming with?â
You glanced sideways at Aaron, who kept his eyes on the TV, though you knew he was listening in by the way his arm tensed around you. You gently squeezed the arm closest to you, relaxing further into his hold so he knew you werenât planning on leaving.
âSorry Pen, not tonight, Iâm, uh, not feeling great after todayâs caseâŠâ You trailed off, hoping sheâd accept the excuse and youâd be home free. You shouldâve known it wouldnât be as simple as that. There was pause, and you couldâve sworn you could hear hushed conversation. Mustâve been the rest of the team packing up to leave. You felt almost guilty that they were still at the office, when youâd left as soon as your own report was done.
âOh honey!â Her voice was laced with sympathy, âThatâs it, weâll bring the food to you! Nothing like good food and company to cheer up the soul!â Your head fell back against Aaronâs chest with more force than necessary. Curse her and her kindness.
âNo, no itâs okay, really-â You tried to prevent your voice from giving away your panic, âNo need to go out of your way! Tell the guys I said enjoy!â
âIts not out of our way at all! See you in twenty, gorgeous.â The line went dead before you had a chance to respond. You could feel the vibrations of Aaronâs quiet laugh behind you, tilting your head back to look up at him.
âYou think this funny?â Your words were pointed, but the smile on your lips gave away your hidden amusement. In lieu of an answer, he leaned down to pepper kisses along your shoulder, the side of your neck, anywhere he could reach. You savoured the warmth of his lips against your skin, a soft moan escaping your parted lips as the kisses became more heated. Tilting your head back to give him easier access, you let out a disappointed whine when he instead detached from you, gently pushing you up until you were sitting straight.
âTheyâre going to be at your apartment soon,â He reminded you, giving your arm a squeeze before moving to stand. Your cheeks were flushed red, taking a few steadying breaths as he took the popcorn from your lap, placing it on the coffee table, before holding his hands out to you. Shooting him a mock glare, you resigned yourself to getting off the comfortable couch and getting your shoes on. As much as you loved your co-workers, so much that they were practically family, you really did not want to spend the evening with them, not when you could be curled up on the couch with Aaron, pretending the outside world didnât exist.
âShit,â You nearly tripped over your untied laces in your hurry to turn, âMy carâs still at the office, Aaron I donât have time to get back there, get my car AND-â Your words were halted by the soft press of his lips on yours. Clearly, you werenât the only one wishing you could stay. Melting against him, your hands found purchase on the solid expanse of his shoulders, fingers digging into the soft material of his t-shirt. He pulled back, just far enough so he could press his forehead against yours.
âIâll drive,â His voice was quiet in the minimal space between you, âTell them your car broke down and I offered you a lift home.â You just hummed your agreement, too caught up in his closeness to really be paying full attention. Overwhelming warmth encompassed you as you breathed in the faint smell of his cologne, trying to catalogue the feeling in your mind as your panic disappeared with the gentlest of touches.
âOr,â You offered mildly, blinking up at him through your lashes, âWe could just turn our phones off, lock the door, and deal with all of this tomorrow?â Soft open-mouthed kisses were pressed to the column of his throat in between your words, hands climbing to wrap around the back of his neck. Your fingertips teased the baby hairs at the base of his skull. You knew he wouldnât take you up on the offer, even when his hands gripped at your waist, pulling you flush against him as he once again claimed your lips with his.
 It had been a tough decision, keeping the relationship from your team, but you had both ultimately decided that it was for the best, at least while things were still new. Then, six weeks had turned into six months, and six months into nearly a year. It was becoming harder and harder to keep a secret, and you nearly wanted the team to catch on. Youâd met Jessica, and had a proper introduction to Jack, even going so far as to have gone to a few of his soccer practices at Jackâs insistence. You had been slowly moving your stuff into his room, small things like toiletries, pyjamas and a few spare work outfits. You spent more time at Aaronâs apartment than your own. You loved it. What you didnât love, was having to hide it all from your friends.
âWe really should go,â Aaron murmured against your lips, âAt least youâll get free food out of this.â
You laughed softly at that, pressing one last kiss to his lips before pulling back, cheeks dusted pink. âIâd rather have you.â A rare boyish grin was your only response, before he turned to grab his keys and you quickly tied your laces. You were soon on the familiar road home.
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They didnât wait around to see if you were rushing from Hotchâs apartment, instead piling into the back of Derekâs car haphazardly. All but JJ, who had familial responsibilities, and Rossi who just wanted to go home, managed to fit into one SUV. If Rossi had been with them to take some of the blame, Derek mightâve even thrown on the sirens and lights. Instead, he skipped through a few orange lights, and just barely stuck to the speed limits. When they arrived at the Indian restaurant, Spencer was sent to pick up the order, being deemed least likely to do something stupid like flash his badge for quicker service. Emily followed him inside to help carry it all back to the car. Even without the badge, they managed to make it in and out in under ten minutes. Luck was on their side, getting them to your apartment just 25 minutes after Penelope had hung up on you.
When they came to a stop outside your apartment complex, your car wasnât parked in its normal spot, and they had a moment of celebration before Spencer realised the light was on inside. A light that meant you had beat them.
They all had to hide their disappointment when you greeted them at the door, not showing any sign of having rushed from one apartment to the other. Being one of the closer apartments to the office, yours was often used as a base for nights out, girlâs nights, and team movie-nights. It was the teamâs apartment more than it had ever been just yours. Moving seamlessly through your kitchen grabbing plates, cutlery and glasses, Emily and Penelope set to organising the food, while Spencer and Derek moved your coffee table to the centre of the room so everyone could sit around it. It warmed you to know they felt at home here.
âIâll have to get someone to look at it tomorrow,â You sounded morose enough that Emily almost believed your âcar troubleâ story. She just hummed her commiserations before stealing some chicken from your Jalfrezi. As much as sheâd hoped to catch you and Hotch in your lie â or omission as Spencer would remind her â she enjoyed spending time with you, and this had been the perfect excuse for a team night.
âHotch didnât stick around after dropping you off?â Emily asked casually, scooping up a mouthful of curry with the edge of a poppadom. If you noticed the groups sudden interest in your conversation you didnât show it. You shook your head, pushing the thought of his hands on your waist and his lips on your skin, out of your mind.
âHe was just being nice, he probably has better things to be doing after a case than hanging out here.â
Derek had to hide his laugh with a cough. You frowned at him, but before you could question it, Emily dragged you back into a conversation about Sergio and how he stole her bagel the other day. She glared at Derek when you werenât looking. Conversation flowed easily after that, and it wasnât long before everyone was on their second helping of food and the booze cupboard had been ransacked.
âHey babygirl, you seeing what Iâm seeing?â Derek had just sat back down with his second full plate when he spotted it; the start of your downfall. He nudged Penelope, nodding his head toward you. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, before rising nearly to her hairline. A sharp âoh my godâ left her lips, before she covered her mouth. Just beneath the edge of your oversized t-shirt, a small red mark was blooming on your skin. It looked suspiciously like a hickey. A very, very new one at that. Penelopeâs little outburst was quickly noted by Emily, who paused mid-conversation to notice what they had. Her shit-eating grin matched Derekâs perfectly. Â Â
âWhat?â You frowned at her, quickly glancing at Spencer opposite you. He shrugged, offering no help.
âMaybe Hotch stuck around for a little while after all?â There was a teasing lilt to her tone as she reached out to tug your collar a little lower. You could feel heat rising up your neck into your cheeks, a beautiful shade of crimson. Covering the offending mark with your hand, you tried to come up with an excuse. Nothing came. Opening your mouth and then closing it a few times, you tried to look anywhere but at your friends. You were caught and you knew it. They knew it too.
âIs there any point in me saying I burnt myself?â You tried for a smile, but it turned out more like a grimace.
âNope.â Emily said, popping the âpâ.
âAaron and I, we, uhâŠâ You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, your blush darkening, as Penelope mouthed âAaron!â at Emily, who practically giggled. You were going to have to restock your alcohol cupboard before they came round again. You took a breath, glancing around the room. All eyes were on you.
 âWeâre dating.â
There was an immediate outburst of âoh my god!âs and âI knew it!âs. You had expected to feel awful when your secret was finally out in the open, but all you could feel was relief. Well, and a tinge of embarrassment. Warmth bubbled in your chest, looking around the room at your team, your family, knowing you didnât have to hide it from them anymore.
âWhat ya thinking about over there?â Emily nudged your arm, a small tendril of guilt creeping through her. Youâd obviously wanted to spend your evening with Hotch, and instead theyâd dragged you away in a hurry, all just to invade your privacy. A small grin broke through your façade.
âIâm thinking, seeing as itâs not a secret anymore, I can leave you losers and go back to spending the night with my boyfriend.â A chorus of cheers followed your words, and someone (you suspected Emily) shouted âGo get some, girl!â.
Spencer wrinkled his nose at that. âGross, remember thatâs Hotch weâre taking about, heâs pretty much our work dad.â His words caused a laugh to bubble in your chest, and you leaned over Emily to plant a big kiss on his cheek.
âGuess that makes me your new work-mom!â He made a big show of wiping your kiss from his cheek, but the small smile that followed gave away his charade.
âWhat are you waiting for beautiful? Your man is waiting for you!â Your wide grin echoed Penelopeâs as she ushered you up and out of the living room. Your overnight gear was already at Aaronâs, so all you needed was your shoes and phone. You felt almost giddy as you threw the spare key to Spencer.
âDonât stay up too late kiddos!â
âHey, hold on a second,â You glanced at Derek, who had started stacking plates to take to the kitchen, âHow long has this been going on?â
âOh⊠Yâknow, only about 11⊠months.â You shot them an abashed smile, before darting for the door as all hell broke loose.
âYou didnât win the bet either!â Emily and Derekâs argument floated out the door with you, and you couldnât help but laugh. Of course they had bet on it. You didnât have it in you to care, instead shutting the door with a sound click. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you dialled Aaronâs number.
âHey handsome,â You couldnât help the smile that carried through in your words, âYou want to finish that movie?â
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heâs a monster
vampire!conner x reader
summary: after thinking you escaped an encounter with a vampire, he continues to show up in your life. what does he want from you?
content/warnings: lots of descriptions of blood, a gun is pulled on you, uhhh stalking?, I swear itâs not as bad as it sounds, r has contradictory thoughts, angsty conner, setting up a future relationship potentially?
word count: 2.7k
a.n. had an idea and I completely fumbled it
It was late, dark, and gloomy. Usually the park is completely empty at this time. Not tonight. In the dark crevices of the tall trees you see a man.
Heâs on top of someone, a sickening slurp erupts the otherwise quiet area.
He hears your gasp, turning abruptly in your direction.
And...oh god. Blood. He's got blood all over him. Yet the place that strikes you most is his mouth. The red glistening around his mouth and his bared teethâfangs.
Fuck. You're done for.
He stares straight at you, his gaze piercing, eyes red.
The worst part is, even if he wasn't a vampire he'd still be a danger. He's huge, tall and all muscle. He was probably incredibly fast even before becoming what he is now.
A monster.
You're scared shitless and that fear only increases tenfold when he makes his way toward you. His steps are slow but the leaves cracking under his harsh stomps make you flinch.
He's coming for you. You're his next victim.
You're not sure what to do, running wouldn't matter, would it?
You walk backwards, turning your back to him would only do you harm. You'd be faster with your steps but you want to give yourself enough time to feel out a pesky tree branch that could potentially trip you.
"Waitâno. Y-you don't have to do this. Please!"
You hold your arms out in a placating manner. You're trying to tame a beast here, what else are you to do? It's your only attempt at keeping your life. But again, it wouldn't matter, right? Whatever you do now will only delay the inevitable.
His steps stutter, eyes narrowing.
It's the most human he's looked thus farâobviously it is, you remind yourself, heâs a literal monster.
He picks up his pace. And that alarms you, your backward steps growing faster.
"Wait! I'm serious, you don't! Youâwe-" what can you say? You're only delaying the inevitable.
And fuck. You suddenly trip on a branch. You're fucked!
You look up at him, having accepted your fate. Your face no longer shows fear, but if someone were to read minds they'd see you were positively shitting your pants. He's only a few feet away now.
You're not ready to feel his sharp canines sink into your neck. To feel the venom spread through your body. To go through that agony. You don't want to feel the life leave your body. Not yet.
The manâmonster stands over you. It's a true 'predator stalks over its prey' visual. His red eyes glint, he only stares for a few seconds. His teeth bare once more as he starts to bend down to your level.
You panic and blurt out more nonsense, you're only delaying the inevitable.
"You're...you're more than this. More thanâ" your breath hitches, "more than a monster."
It's bullshit, it's a lie. Because he is a monster. His last victim is less than a mile away from you.
And yet, the statement seems to be the perfect thing to say. He stops at his place now crouched above you, eyes no longer predatory and angry.
But wide and confused. He almost looks...vulnerable? Innocent? The words are completely wiped from your mind when you look at his mouth once more. Blood from the last person who was in your place dries on his lips.
Definitely not innocent.
And within seconds he's gone.
Holy shit...you just survived a vampire attack. Would one count that as an attack? You're too shocked to care.
You get home that night unable to sleep. Eyes wide at your ceiling. Then staring out your window, looking at the full moon and wondering how and why. What even was that? Did that really happen? Was it a sick dream? Or...what if you did die by the vampire's hands and this is a way of coping with your own death?
You get your answer that morning when a worried friend calls, claiming you never replied to their 'text me when you get home!' message.
Probably because you almost didn't make it home. Probably because you almost died.
But you didn't.
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You see him again the next week.
But it's not at the same park, it's during a late night stroll. In between where the two lamp post lights don't hit is a man engulfing another body...with a form very familiar to you.
Oh shit.
There's no way you've ran into a vampire again! The same one no less.
You're about to turn back around when he turns your way. His eyes are just as red and enraged as last time, body heaving, and fangs glistening with fresh blood.
Only he doesn't discard his victim like last time to stalk his way over to you. His face softens and he looks back to the poor man who lies still in his arms, then back to you. He gently places the man on the concrete floor and looks down almost...regretfully.
It's weird. So so weird. And this time you do run, because if you're bumping into the same vampire twice, it has to be a sign. The universe is telling you something. If he really wants your blood he'll chase after you.
He doesn't and you make it home safely. Again.
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You swear to yourself you see him all the time now. And not caught in circumstances like the first two encounters, but bleeding into your everyday life. You're not going crazy, right?
It's never close enough for you to really tell, but his huge stature leads you to believe it could be him.
He's across the grocery storeâ"searching" through the aisles, on shady rooftops, standing across the street from the cafe you're a regular at, in creepy alleyways watching...
Maybe you are going crazy. But his red eyes are unmistakably there.
Or maybe you're just paranoid.
You don't get your answer until another three weeks go by. Of seeing the monster, who unfortunately has become more man due to seeing him blend into your life.
You've been sitting at your favorite cafe for two hours now, typing away on your computer. Your papers are scattered across the booth table, a mere minute ago your pen flew off. You couldn't be bothered to get itânot when your fingers on the keyboard were trying to catch up with your brain.
And all of the sudden, a tall figure is seen in your peripheral. It takes you all of five seconds to figure out whoâwhat it is. You jump in your seat, despite having seen him all around lately (they weren't visions right? not when he was standing right in front of you) his presence will never not make you queasy. After all, he is a blood sucking monster. One that could take your life in seconds.
How is he just casually in the cafe?
"Here," and in his outstretched palm is your pen.
Your body merely flinches this time, so slightly it's not noticeable. It's the first time you've heard his voice. The first noise that came from his mouth that wasn't a growl or squelch of blood and flesh.
You shiver at the thought.
Your blank (and terrified) stare seems to make him uncomfortable?
You're not used to that. Usually when hearing stories of vampires, they're described as terrifying, angry, beasts. Ones who know no emotion.
And yet every encounter he's shown some sort of vulnerability...or maybe you're just bad at reading peopleâno. He's not a person, you have to remind yourself.
You gulp down your fear (though it persists) and look around.
Maybe he's been stalking you, preying on you in attempts to trap you. To finally have his chance. But if he tries anything, there will be enough people around to help, right?
You slowly reach your hand out for it. Fingers barely grazing his palm, you shiver.
You don't have enough time to get ahold of your pen before he drops it to the table and rushes out. Not as fast as he could have given his abilities as a vampire.
Weird. And you're left with a fuzzy brain, how and why is this happening to you?
~~~
He keeps showing up. He doesn't get as close as he did at the cafe, but he's close enough for you to confirm it's really him. You can see him properly now, and it's so much different than before. He looks normal out here. Granted, he doesn't usually stick to large crowds and stays where the light can't find him. But, it's nice to see his soft expressions rather than the blood covered face you have nightmares about. He keeps his mouth in a downturned position, eyes no longer sharp and piercing. And when you catch those red eyes, he immediately looks away, sometimes even running away.
You can't understand why this is happening. Why why why.
What does he want with you?
~~~
It was turning out to be a bad night.
Completely shitty. You're walking home from a hard day, it's time like these when you wished you had taken up an acquaintance's offer to carpool.
And out of nowhere a man snags your bad from your shoulderâor tries to. You hold onto it, the whole thing turning into a game of tug of war.
He's not a very good thief, you think, until he pulls out a gun. Well shit.
The man doesn't get more than two words out before he's pinned to the ground.
Your mind blacks out at that moment, stuck between your fight or flight instincts yet none are kicking in.
It's a while before your...savior stands tall before you. And what do you know? It's him. Mouth covered in blood for the third time. You don't see his fangs this time around though, his lips are sealed.
You gape at him, mouth trying to either form a sentence or scream. You're not quite sure yet.
He simply stares at you, wiping the red from his mouth.
"...Thank you."
"I didn't do it for you, I did it for myself," he's quick to retaliate. You don't believe him. And it's crazy to think, you a month ago would have ran for your life while he was distracted with the now dead man on the floor. You would have believed he was doing it out of hunger and self preservation.
But with everything that's happened? You can't help but think he did this just for you. He could have picked out any victim he pleased, yet he chose the man harassing you. The one with the gun to your head mere minutes ago.
He's had multiple chances to target you. And he still hasn't. But why?
He nods at you and breezes away. Your mind, just like always after an encounter with him, races. But you continue your venture home.
You get the creepy feeling of being watched the rest of the way, but you know it's only him. And that (maybe) he means well.
~~~
The next time you see him he looks worse than he usually does. How the hell is that even possible?
He doesn't just look pale, he looks gray, as if he's a decaying, walking body (although isn't that true in a way?). He looks...weak.
He simply stares at you, unmoving.
It's the same spot you first "met" him. You think it's a stupid coincidence.
You approach him slowly. The leaves crunching under your feet alert him, like he's suddenly snapped out of a daze. And he slowly backs away.
Very reminiscent of your first encounter. Only this time he's the one trying to get away from you. It's poetic in a way.
"Wait! I want to talk to you." You're done being scared and in the dark. He clearly wants something from you, right? You're going to find out why he can't seem to leave you alone.
He shakes his head frantically.
"Go away."
"Uh-uh. You're the one that's stalking me-"
"I'm not stalking you-"
"Oh yeah? How have you magically been at every corner I've turn this past month?"
"I'm not."
"You think I don't notice but I do. I'm not stupid."
"I never said you were."
It's an impossible conversation you're having, so you stay quiet.
"What do you want from me?"
He goes silent. He looks strung up, body impossibly tense, fists clenched.
You wait patiently for an answer, hoping he's thinking of how to explain his behavior to you.
"Nothing." Great. He apparently wants nothing from you. Just great!
You're not sure what to say to him now, you should probably leave. If he won't be honest, what's the point of staying? But you're hoping to drag something out of him. So you continue the conversationâ
"You look...bad," and immediately you cringe. That was definitely not the right thing to say.
"Haven't eaten in a while."
"Oh. Why not?"
"Why do you ask so many questions?"
You scoff, "Really? I'm allowed to be curious about the vampire that's been following me around."
He's silent again. And it's starting to sink in that you won't be getting answers from him.
"I'm sorry for...bothering you. I'll leave you alone."
Oh. It was that easy?
"I never said you had to but..." you're not sure why you're still trying.
"You should eat."
He taken aback by your words, what do you mean?
"...You're encouraging a monster to feast on your kind?" His emphasis on the word sounds like he's looking for an answer.
"No! I just meanâI don't know! You shouldn't starve yourself for whatever reason you are. Find a deer out here or something. Drink it's blood. Your only source of blood doesn't have to come from us." Your words don't attempt to disagree with his use of monster. You don't think twice about him calling himself one, because why would you?
He looks down at your words. His dejected demeanor tells you it's not the response he wanted.
"Animalâs blood isn't as good."
"Well why stop drinking human's blood anyways? Not that I want you to drink our blood but..."
He shrugs again and you take that as your sign to leave. This whole thing was a waste of time.
You turn to leave, and that's how you know there's been a change in the way you see him. The first time you saw him, you made sure your back wasn't turned. To keep an eye on the monster. But you don't think twice when turning your back this time. Do you really trust him now? Is he not the monster in your mind once believed him to be?
"Don'tâ" his arm flies out to grab you, but he keeps his distance. The funny thing is, you didnât flinch seeing his outstretched arm this time. Didnât jump at the closeness. He doesnât scare you anymore.
He clears his throat, and only then does it dawn on you.
Youâve been calling him âhimâ, âheâ, âvampireââŠmonster. He has no name, you donât know it.
He hasnât tried to harm you in any way (not since that first night), soâŠyou owe him that, right? Especially after he saved you the other night. Even if he claimed it wasnât for your benefit. It canât be easy on him to resist his thirst for blood when youâre standing right in front of him (he looks drained and hungry, thereâs no way heâs not craving it). For whatever reason it is, he refuses to hurt you.
And with all these realizations, you canât help but feel for him.
âWhatâs your name?â
Heâs been standing still, looking ashamed for reaching out for you when you made it clear you wanted to leave. He perks up at your words.
ââŠConner.â
You smile politely and nod. âIâll see you around, Conner. Make sure you eat, okay?â
You canât be sure, but his mouth twitches slightly and you want to say itâs a suppressed smile. Youâll take it.
Conner doesnât stop you this time. Doesnât call out for you, doesnât follow you to make sure you get where you need to in one piece.
You get home safe and feel as though a weight has been lifted.
Call it delusional, but you have dreams that night about the man who seems to have a soft spot for you.
will there be a part 2? probably but DONT COUNT ON IT! đâŒïž
#conner kent x reader#young justice x reader#this didnât turn out how I wanted đđđœ#fml#1st Halloween fic tho!!!#W#conner kent x female reader#conner kent x gender neutral reader#conner kent x male reader#conner kent x you#conner kent imagine#conner kent fanfic#superboy x you#superboy x reader#vampire!conner
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Dancing With Your Ghost: Unexpected Reunion
Miguel OâHara x M!Reader
[Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]
(Btw credits to whoever drew that spider-man character)
Warnings: angst, spoilers for SpiderMan: Across the Spider-verse, and memory loss-ish
Summary: Miguel was in love with his version of y/n from his universe but that y/n dies bc thatâs his cannon, and he meets an alternate version of y/n who is the Spider-Man of his universe, but isnât in love with Miguel
Quote: âI'm sorry, but you're not ringing any bells"
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Miguel is what some people what call âcold heartedâ but he wasnât always like this. He was happy once. He was in love with y/n l/n. He loved y/n so much. But because he was a Spider-Man, y/n died. He died when that universesâs goblin blew up a building, while y/n was inside of it. It hurts Miguel to think about it. The way he held y/n in his arms while he begged for y/n to stay with him. But Miguel couldnât undo the inevitable, and y/n died in his arms while he cried for hours.
"Miguel" Jess said, snapping Miguel out of his thoughts.
"Are you okay?" she said.
"Yeah, yeah, just a little tired, what did you want to talk to me about?" Miguel said.
"I found a case where an alternate version of the goblin from another universe got transported to another universe, and is now having a tantrum"
Miguel's blood ran cold at the mention of 'The goblin', the bastard took one of the only people making him happy away from him.
"I know you have some issues with the goblin, but you need to remember that he isn't our goblin-"
"Yeah, whatever let's go" Miguel said, completely ignoring what Jess had to say.
skip to when Miguel is fighting the goblin b/c i'm lazy af
Miguel spent what felt like hours trying to land a single punch on the goblin, each attempt getting him more riled up. All of a sudden another spider-man swooped in and kicked the goblin in the face dead-on.
"I'll take it from here" The masked hero said cockily.
That voice... it sounded familiar, but Miguel couldn't quite put his finger on it. But Miguel had no time to play the guessing game, so he immediately swung over to help fight the goblin.
When Miguel finally caught up to the other spider-man, the goblin had already been defeated.
"How-"
"it's easy when you're as good as me" said the cocky super-hero, as he cut off Miguel.
"Oh great another narcissistic one" Miguel said as he rolled his eye under his mask.
"I wouldn't call it narcissistic, more like- wait- what do you mean another- oh whatever, who are you and what are you doing here" said that universe's spider-man.
skip to Miguel explaining the whole spider organization
"Does you telling me this mean that I'm apart of this organization now, or are you gonna pull a 'men in black' and erase this from my memory?"
"Yes, you can join" Miguel said in annoyance as he opened the portal.
"Holy shit, very cool.." The masked hero said before walking inside of it.
"Hey, scary boss guy, can i take off my mask, that portal thing is making me feel sick" said the hero.
"Yes" Miguel said as he turned to see what the cocky hero looked like under his mask.
When the spider-man unmasked himself, he was revealed to be y/n.
Miguel couldn't speak, his once dead lover was in front of him.
"Oh I didn't tell you my name did I? My name's-"
"Y/n" Miguel cut him off.
"How did you-"
Y/n was cut off by Miguel hugging the life out of him.
"I missed you so much" Miguel croaked.
"Woah, woah dude I don't even know you" y/n said pulling Miguel away.
Miguel took off his mask, hoping that universe's y/n would notice him.
"I'm sorry, but you're not ringing any bells" y/n said.
"Y/n please, we have to at least been acquainted in your universe" Miguel said with tears in his eyes.
"Uh- you're starting to creep me out" y/n said
"Oh, uh, sorry about him, you just look like someone he used to know" Jess interrupted
"Okay then..." y/n said as he walked past them to explore the place.
"Listen Miguel, I know you loved y/n and he loved you, but that's a different y/n, I don't want to sound harsh, but he probably didn't know you until now, okay? Just know that our y/n loved you." Jess said as the other y/n was out of eye-sight.
Miguel just broke down. The fact that, that y/n will probably never love him like his y/n, He felt like he was re-living the grief he felt when y/n died in his arms.
#male x male#mlm#malexmale#male reader#mxm#gay#spider man across the spider verse#across the spiderverse#miguel oâhara#miguel oâhara x male reader#swearing#angst#Spotify
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BUT THEY ALL LEAD BACK TO YOU | S. HEIZOU
he said, âitâs a shame, then, that itâs against my ideals to commit a crime.â you couldnât think too hard about what he said because he distracted you quickly with a kiss, even forgetting your name for a moment.
tags impliedâŠAhem yk, getting together, heizou is pining BAD but so are u (carnally now too ig), sweet sweet fluff
a/n 2700 words, holy shit this was longer than i planned T__T
previous part
"why does this shikanoin heizou want to meet me that badly? how does he even know me?"
kazuha smiles lightly, content with watching you make a mess of your temporary room like a cyclone. âiâm not so certain. heizou has a habit of prying into the lives of people he hears mentioned. i was reminiscing about the day i met you while catching up with him, and he insisted i introduce him before i could talk about anyone else.â
seriously, who does that?
kazuha had mentioned shikanoin heizou before, as with his other close friends. you were listening but not paying attention enough to have him as your surprise not-in-a-romantic-way-date like a pop quiz. it was as though you didnât have enough time to prepare for heizouâs inevitable âwhat time and date did i meet kaedehara kazuha and whatâs the name of my distant cousin?â but thatâs not the case right now, which means what else could doushin shikanoin want from you? a good first impression and a far-from-suspicious job, obviously.
âthereâs nothing about meâmy hairâs a mess, why didnât you tell me?â that could possibly warrant a tenryou commission detectiveâs interest in that way.â
you pick an unruly strand of hair off, then belatedly realize that walking outside would lead to more of them, and there is no point in doing so. youâre deeply stressed.
âclearly he disagrees,â your friend says in return, amused. you do not share his delight, back to pacing across and around your room.
âkazuha,â you groan, âheâs your friend, isnât he? canât you just ask what he wants from me? get this over with.â you abhor first introductions. canât kazuha just tell you if you should ship your ass back to liyue right this instant?
âare you truly this nervous?â
âheâs a detective, kazuha. and no one can know what i do for a livingâyelan will kick me out!â
âyou donât have to worry too much. he bears no ill intentions towards you. if he did,â kazuha pauses to meet your eyes intently, turning serious, âi wouldnât have offered to introduce you to him in the first place.â
you throw your hands in the air, exasperated.
that answers absolutely nothing and only brings more questions. what does he want from you if not your occupation? surely a detective with a renowned reputation such as himself taking an interest in you means that he wants you to spill truths youâve sworn to lie about.
maybe itâs not too late to ask if beidou wants a trip back home at this very moment.
ây/n,â kazuha says, with a hint of a fond smile, âlet fate take the lead for today. youâll find that itâs nothing like youâre agonizing over.â
your first memory of inazuma city is when kazuha was hauled away by a few people and left you stranded in the crowd, the same one who had seen you tailing kazuha like a lost puppyâthe same one who treated your friend as something sort of a celebrity because of his famous block.
in the few days youâve been wandering around here, youâve learned that people everywhere, no matter the region, are always too curious. and somehow prepared to bargain for information.
youâre breezing through everyone in hopes they can sense you donât want to talk with any of them at the moment. the last time you were lenient, new rumors sprung in the air the first few hours you arrived at inazuma, saying that youâre their ticket to meeting kaedahara kazuha himself.
youâd been deeply affronted. youâre not a scammer; even youâre incapable of tying kazuha to one place, much less holding a meet-and-greet for his fans.
âsorry, sorry, heyâwait up! you!â someone calls out from behind, sounding oddly familiar.
irritation spikes.
âi donât know who kaedehara kazuha is, sorry,â you say, speeding past stalls and apologizing in advance for people who swerve out of your way.
but this person is determined, somehow swift enough to seize your wrist. there was a second where you forgot where you were for a moment and jerked your arm back in favor of a very, very violent self-defenseâ even so, this personâs grip was surprisingly strong.
he smiles when you meet his eyes. âi was looking for you, actually.â
there is no mistaking it. his face had been hard to tell in dim lighting, but even then, you could make out the soft features and the distinct twin moles illuminated by blue.
you couldnât confuse him for someone else even if you tried. the moment you stared a little too long when he was being dragged away, you set it upon yourself for todayâas if he was never unfamiliar.
âi know you,â you say, âyouâre the drunk guy.â
and then it hits you harder than yelanâs kick on a good day.
this is the same guy kazuha said is a tenryou commission detectiveâtheir best one, people say, renowned for his commendable skills and intuition. you were expecting someone older, taller, who fit that description, and definitely, someone who didnât look likeâŠthis.
âyes, thatâs me,â he grins brightly. âhi.â
seeing him up close on a bright, sunny day was not the best idea. only here can you see the startlingly compelling shade of green on his eyes and the softness of his burgundy hair. only here can you realize that this man is exactly your type.
âhello,â you say pleasantly and hope you arenât gaping.
shikanoin heizou looks around, taking in the number of people passing by. he looks back at you, and leans in close to whisper, âletâs go somewhere else.â
you follow him into a food stall, with only one person on the far edge eating. you take a seat on the two chairs laid out on the far right with him. this is starting to feel less like an interrogation and more like something youâre not willing to get into at the moment.
heizou leans against the wooden counter, announcing his order. he suggests food for you upon seeing the conflict on your face.
âyouâre from liyue, right? you live in liyue?â is the first thing heizou asks, his arm still resting on the counter with his chin on his palm.
he looks enticing in the gold glow of the lanterns on both sides of the stall. you let your eyes stray, pretending youâre entranced by the ramen and not his arms. âiâm not here on any official business. iâm just here because kazuha begged me to accompany him to inazuma.â
âfrom what i heard, you jumped at the boat the moment kazuha offered inazuma for you.â
your brow twitches, caught. âdetails, details.â
the distinct scents of different foods sold in other stalls along with this fills your senses. your stomach rumbles, a gentle reminder. an embarrassing one, at that.
heizou smiles, and itâs almost sweet if you werenât so suspicious. âmy treat.â
â...shikanoin-san,â you begin, âis there a reason why you were so adamant about meeting me?â
his gaze drifts then, ears darkening. âdo you remember that night we met? i dragged myself to work the next day, head pounding, my desk a mess from stumbling around it the night before. my mind was elsewhere. my peers ushered me when they caught me sneaâahem, doing patrols.â
âdid they belittle you once again or something?â
âiâm pleased you still remember that.â your face burns, intently staring at the ramen the stall owner is preparing. âthey told me all about how i was blabbing their ears off about someone. someone i insisted must be a youkai with how uncharacteristically enamored i was. they told me i kept asking to get myself drunk again to trace myself back to youâand i almost considered it sober.â
âthatâs stupid,â you say, pretending you arenât flustered by this.
âisnât it?â he doesnât look embarrassed at all. âbut then i saw kazuha. we caught up, and he told me about this friend who is a stranger in inazuma; my intuition honed in on your name the moment he mentioned it.â
âand what do you knowââ heizou glances at you, ââmy intuition still hasnât failed me.â
this couldâve been the moment you realized that shikanoin heizou is a dangerous, dangerous man, but really, it was on that night when he had been an ungraceful mess, letting you pin him against the tree with a gleam in his eye.
finally, food is served, and you donât have to answer that. you can only hope that heizou wonât hone in your face the same way, and you can excuse the steam of the ramen as the culprit of its heat.
âso,â heizou begins, and you dread how itâs going, âyou come here often?â
you hide a laugh. âyou shouldnât be so curious about me, for your own sake.â
âwhy? are you hiding something?â
he is no threat at all, you realize. youâre almost desperate, because whatever is happening right now is far from your expertise. with a glimpse of honesty: âi have no obligation to give you information about myself or my field of work. if i spill anything, the commission will never hear from you again.â
âis that so?â he looks excited.
shikanoin heizou is strange. so why are you fighting off a smile?
is it also so strange you realize his body is completely facing you? he speaks again, âwell, i heard from kaedehara about a case here in inazuma that i wouldâve been thrilled solving, and you were the one to bring it to a close before anyone else caught wind of it. before i caught wind of it.â
you remember that. it was practically nothing. the bandits were just unfortunate enough to do their crimes in front of your face, trained and armed for these very moments.
but where is he going with this? âi have committed no crimes myself, detective.â
âthatâs not what i said,â heizou grins, resting his chin on the center of his palm. âi just want to say i appreciate you for helping in your own way. even if that meant we had to deal with interrogating dazed, thoroughly beaten-up nobushi. i want you to tell me about what went down in excruciating detail some other time.â
âyouâre welcome. are you going to arrest me for interfering?â
he hums. âwhy do you want me to arrest you so much? want my handcuffs on you that badly?â
youâre glad youâve already swallowed the noodles before he opened his mouth. âthatâs not what i mean and you know it.â
heizou giggles, the bastard. âcute,â he murmurs as he sips on his drink, smiling to himself.
are you the one with alcohol in your system this time? because the tension is suffocating and you want him bad. âyouâre too forward, shikanoin-san.â
âheizou,â he corrects. âand whatâs the point in beating around the bush? we both know what i want at the end of the day. you think i meet you again and iâll let you slip from my fingers again?â
itâs hard not to want the same. itâs itching under your fingertips, begging to be closer, to feel his laugh against your skin. âletâs pray kazuha doesnât find out.â
âwhat he doesnât know wonât hurt him.â or makes things extremely awkward for him.
that night is also the same night you last see shikanoin heizou for a while. you told him about how you were leaving the next day, and getting attached would be a bad idea.
he had been hovering over you when he said, âitâs a shame, then, that itâs against my ideals to commit a crime.â you couldnât think too hard about what he said because he distracted you quickly with a kiss, even forgetting your name for a moment.
with inazuma added to your to-do list for next year (ASAP!!! written beside it), you and the crux sail back to liyue. you were already starting to miss it, but homesickness washed over soon enough at the sight of the familiar wharf. people wave at you, saying they missed you, asking if you enjoyed your vacation.
âhey, you.â
you donât have to look to know who it is. âyelan.â you crane your neck. âi havenât seen you since i got back.â
âthere wasnât much you missed out on; i was dead to the world,â yelan says with a cunning smile, slinging an arm over your shoulder. âhow was your trip? had fun? bring home anything good?â
you smile to yourself, âi had fun.â
âoh,â yelan smirks. âi see. what did they call it? summer fling.â
âno, nothing like that.â
she flicks your forehead. âyouâre still a lousy liar as ever.â
the days pass, and itâs almost easy to forget you even went to inazuma. everything falls back into place, as routine dictatedâif it werenât for the way you keep thinking about bare sides, olive eyes, and unending playful banter.
although you werenât slacking off, it was easy to tell that your mind was far away when you walked past couples whispering to themselves, tucked into some dark corner.
âhey, y/n! kazuha is calling for you in the wharf.â
âcoming! hold on!â
the crux fleetâs grand ship looms over other boats. curiously, you note that the crew has only begun to disembark. beidou waves at you when she spots you, and you wave back with a wide smile.
she gestures at the side. you follow her gaze.
if you didnât know who he was, youâd thinkâwith the way he walks around and smiles at curious onlookers as if he knows them personallyâthat he belongs here. but you do, you do know him, madly so. heâs been in your mind for far too much that you convinced yourself heâs just a fragment of your imagination until he catches sight of you and brightens.
ây/n!â he says, enthusiastically making his way towards you.
âheizouâŠ?â you let him tackle you into a hug, too stunned to do anything else. âwait, heizou!?â you pull away, cupping his cheeks in your palms. âwhat are you doing here⊠inâin liyue? whoâŠâ
heizou sighs, looking away despite all the confidence heâs bragged about. his face is very, very red. âitâs a long story.â
kazuha appears behind him, startling the both of you bad enough to have you freezing in sync. âhe jumped at the boat the moment i offered. it was starting to get disheartening seeing the longing looks.â
he definitely knows something between you two went down.
âthanks again, kazuha, i owe you one!â
âtwo, heizou.â
âtwo,â heizou amends. âyouâre the best.â
kazuha quirks a brow, amused. âflattery wonât make me lessen it, doushin shikanoin.â
âdammit,â heizou curses, smiling when you laugh.
âiâll leave you two to it,â kazuha says, and despite all this, he looks genuinely happy. maybe because heâs rubbing on your face that heâs rightâthis was far from what you were agonizing over.
âah, so you work forâŠthe ministry of civil affairs.â heizou definitely doesnât believe this, and he doesnât even bother trying to hide it on his face. âthe youngest, too, i heard on the way here. very good with a sword.â
âdonât underestimate me,â you instinctively say. deep inside, youâre pleased with the way your friends are giving him a good impression of you. âi do more than issue bounties on wanted criminals.â
âi knew that. though most of them donât need to carry around a weapon as sharp as that.â you try not to react too strongly, but based on the way heizou smiles, you know that he can see straight through you. damn intuition or whatever. âand you donât have to explain to me, iâm not underestimating you. iâm the youngest in the commission, too, you see?â
âohâŠâ you do remember him repeatedly mentioning how extraordinary and young he is.
âlook at that,â he coos, his arms snaking around your waist, âwe have so much in common already. what are you gonna do about it? shikanoin heizou, in the flesh, all for you.â
you couldnât help but laugh. âis that all you think about?â
âyouâre all i think about.â
you learn that itâs difficult to keep heizouâs hands away from you.
( âdo you like him?â
âhuh? who? shikanoin heizou? heâs annoying. the flowers in chinju forest are taller than him.â
kazuha looks thoughtful. âare they?â
âyes. they were taller than me, too, but thatâs not the point.â
âand so was the answer to my question,â kazuha says, âyou didnât outright say no.â
your face burns, caught.
kazuha grins. âiâm glad to have someone accompany my every visit to inazuma from now on.â )
a/n thank u for reading!!!!! i feel like i didn't do heizou enough justice </3 but i wasn't expecting the first part to get attention at all so thank u to the people who commented and reblogged <333
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Im playing with an incorrect quote generator and I'm sharing them here. They are cracking me tf up.
Belphie: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to MC and not do the thing, Belphie: Well thereâs a clear right answer here. Belphie: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*
Satan: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY- MC: Awwww, youâre so adorable! Give me a hug~ Satan: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH- Lucifer, recording: This is so cute.
Beel: sSSSHIT- I BURNT MY LIP- Belphie: âŠWhy the fuck would you even drink coffee with a METAL STRAW in the FIRST PLACE?? Beel: BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!
Barbatos: Look, Satan, if you can fit your head down the gunâs barrel, you can assume it doesnât have a non-lethal setting.
MC: Yes, I'm adopting Satan and you cowards can't tell me no!
Lucifer: *running towards Beel with open arms* Beel: *moves out of the way* Lucifer: Hey, why'd you move?! Beel: I thought you were going to attack me. Lucifer: I was going to hug you! Beel: Why would you hug me? Lucifer: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?
Levi: The best way to gain someone's undying loyalty is by saving them from a perilous situation. Barbatos: So you're just gonna wait until MC is in danger and save them? Levi: Of course not, I'm going to create a situation that puts them in danger and then save them. Barbatos: ⊠Barbatos: You're insane.
MC: Weâre going to defeat you with the power of friendship. Belphie: Weâre not friends. MC, holding an axe: Weâre going to defeat you with the power of incredible violence.
Lucifer: Youâre starting to look like me more and more every dayâ Satan: *Bursts into tears* Lucifer: Why are you crying? Satan: Youâre ugly! I donât want to look like you! *sobs*
*Satan and Mammon are texting* Satan: Who are you? Someone changed the names in my phone. Mammon: What did they change my name to? Satan: Chosen One. Mammon: Donât change it back. Satan: BUT WHO ARE YOU?!?! Mammon: Iâm the chosen one.
Mammon: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?
Belphie: Sorry I canât be emotionally vulnerable with you itâd ruin the mystery.
Asmo: I donât think the therapist is supposed to say âwowâ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.
Mammon: What happened to your nose? Satan: I used it to break some guy's fist.
Mammon: Would it be discrimination to only hire employees at my doughnut shop who have the same name? MC: Legally, I don't believe that breaches any discrimination laws. Morally though⊠I don't know. Mammon: I believe god is on my side when it comes to Duncans' Doughnuts.
Mammon: Would anyone know any good vendors for professional-quality brass knuckles? Asmo: I know youâre serious, but you say the scariest shit sometimes.
Mammon: look Levi, I'm not slut shaming you but⊠Mammon: Actually yeah, I'm TOTALLY slut shaming you.
Lucifer: I am the left brain, I am the left brain. "I work really hard until my inevitable death" brain. You've got a job to do, you better do it right and the right way is with the left brain's might. Mammon: I LIKE OREOS AND PUSSY-
Satan: My expectations were low but holy fuck.
MC: *Texts a selfie to the group chat* Hey besties!! Mammon: *Texts a selfie clearly parodying MC's* hey besties !!1! MC: I literally hate you so much.
Satan: What's this? MC, hugging Satan: Affection! Satan: Disgusting. Satan: âŠDo it again.
Lucifer: I am going to need you to swear- Diavolo: Fuck. Lucifer: Lucifer: âŠswear as in promise.
Mammon: Pardon me, but it sounds like youâre questioning my authority! Lucifer: Not at all, Mammon. Merely your primitive methods.
MC: *cocks gun* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat.
Levi: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this! Beel: Apparently, we're not.
Mammon: *Reading a letter* Satan: Well, what does it say? Mammon: Itâs a confession letter. It turns out MC killed my pet rock.
Diavolo: Not to be nsfw but I want someone to hold me while I sleep.
MC: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Diavolo and Lucifer's convo? Asmo: Me. I'm in the laundry basket. Belphie: I'm in the washing machine. Barbatos: I'm in the closet. Asmo: We accept you Barbatos. <3 Barbatos: No I'm literally in the closet. Asmo: Love is love. <3
Belphie (brainstorming ideas for pranking Lucifer): How much would a serial killer mask possibly cost? MC: Well itâs hard to find a high-quality one made out of leather or silicone, but if you did find a good one like that itâd be a couple thousands of dollars. I can try to hook you up with one but I donât know if Iâd be very successful. Belphie: Huh, thatâs pretty interesting actually- Wait, how the hell do you know that? MC: âŠI am very passionate about Halloween, Belphie.
Diavolo: I don't know, it's not my cup of tea. Satan: Well then whose is it? Diavolo, staring at a cup of tea: I don't know!
MC: Whatâs something you guys are better than Lucifer at? Mammon: Mario Kart. Satan: Yeah, video games. Levi: Emotional vulnerability.
Mammon: Can we talk about that mass email you sent? MC: Why? It was important. Mammon: All it says is, "I'm back on my shit". Diavolo, shrugging: The people need to know.
Mammon: Can you pass the salt? Asmo: Can you pass away? Mammon: Too much salt.
*talking on the phone* Mammon: Remember how I said that MC and I were gonna have a calm night out for once? Lucifer: Yeah⊠Mammon: Well, weâre in jail. Lucifer: *hangs up*
MC: Go to hell! Lucifer: Where do you think I come from?
MC: I see the red flags, I acknowledge that they're there, and then I completely ignore them.
Satan: We need a distraction. Lucifer: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises? Diavolo, whispering: My time has come.
Mammon: I donât know, this plan seems complicated. Lucifer: You once said that about an orange. Mammon: They donât make sense. Apples, you eat their clothes but oranges you donât.
Diavolo: Mammon and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us. Asmo: What did you do? Diavolo: They chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and- Mammon: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel?
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princess luz fics ranked by how choice the hunter & luz cuddling is:
because in the car i started thinking "wait, is there a single fic where i HAVEN'T found an excuse for them to hug??" and then started laughing. here are the results!
why did love put a gun in my hand
this one's the main plotty one and also the best snuggly one, on account of there being a 10k chapter that's literally just hunter and luz in bed together. snuggling. and arguing with each other. also several snuggling moments prior to that, except they inevitably turn into fights đ
2. strong enough to stand protecting both your heart and mine
camila fic! she gets to the isles just in time to witness her daughter's case of Holy Shit PTSD. luz has Scary Dog Privilege and hunter is also being her service dog. best of both worlds. he wants to kill for her and also holds her through an emotional meltdown to end all meltdowns. A+
3. the fragile facade you show to me
amity POV of hunter finding out belos is dead! features an extremely choice scene where hunter hugs luz with all the "I Fucking Thought You Were Dead" fervor in the world & amity is like um. this feels indecent to watch. i can't even look at you two anymore
4. pulling up the nails that hold up everything you've known
eda meets luz! hunter is absent for most of this one because eda decides she doesn't like him. however he comes in clutch when luz has a panic attack & eda is like oh. huh. maybe you aren't the devil. face touching as allyship forever
5. i've never let a damn thing get to me (this time it's personal)
this one's a shorter version of the plotty fic, which i wrote first & then had to expand upon bc i had brainworms. the snuggling is short because of this but hunter does hold luz while she cries into his chest. kiddos
6. some synergy had fallen in place
you'd THINK this fic wouldn't have hunter and luz snuggling in it, because luz isn't actually present. this is the only fic luz isn't in. because it's amity POV and about her changing relationship with hunter. however i actually did manage to get some snuggling in there through amity thinking about what it's like to sleep in the same space as hunter & luz. it's like. nauseatingly tender. waow
7. i'm saying agony is not your prayer
0/10. absolute shitshow. no cuddles here to speak of. all we get is a nasty dead-ass corpse hunter haunting luz's mindscape. and she doesn't want to cuddle him for some weird reason. sad! đ
....that's it for stuff that's published right now. thank u for joining me on this journey.
#gonna go do some chores now. but 6 out of 7 fics is. so funny.#toh#princess luz au#my writing#horrible mindscape trauma pals#hunter toh#luz noceda
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Wait wait wait guys I take back some of my grumpy hate for the gameplay trailer because wait HOLY SHIT I CONNECTED TWO DOTS HAPAHAZARDLY AND IT FEELS LEGIT.
Okay okay so.... Remember when Rook was taking out those statue pillars? And they had very specific ornamental designs?
They were VERY SPECIFIC IN THEIR DESIGN. and now look at some enhanced images of the entities showing up behind Solas:
NOTICE ANYTHING FAMILIAR???
Like bro.... Were those designed to actually summon them or were they DESIGNED TO HOLD THEM BACK WHILE THE RITUAL WAS TAKING PLACE?
The only one that I can see in this shot that is still standing in the lower reaches near where Solas was conducting the ritual is this one:
Mega spikey head elf.
So like.... Seriously, what is going on here? Solas is obviously trying to tear down the Veil and will inevitably have to take down the Evanuris... But did he really plan on taking on the Evanuris FIRST? Or was he just gonna use them like sacrificial lambs to power the ritual??? What if those statues connected to the Evanuris??? Was Solas planning a way to hit two birds with one stone here???
Okay y'all I'm kinda back on the bandwagon again for this. This shit is wild. I take back some of my bitching. This is kinda low-key genius if this is what's going on.
#analysis#rambling#dragon age#dragon age veilguard#da4#evanuris#gameplay trailer#solas#I CANT BELIEVE THIS SHIT#We're back on the menu boys#holy shite
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The Arcana M6 When MC Is Crunchy
For context, MC can crack every joint in their body (knuckles, back, knees, hips, the whole shebang) and one day they just get on all fours before twisting and bending and making this horrific cracking crunching bone noise right in front of their terrified LI
(This is extremely self servient)
Asra
In all fairness, they already knew. Does that mean they're used to it? It's complicated
You were gone for a long enough time that he forgot what it was like to live with a human sheet of bubble wrap
The first time he heard your crunching after they brought you back, happy tears flooded his eyes, because it was such a you thing, if that makes sense
They're a little sad they can't do it too, though
Of all the LIs, he's absolutely the least disturbed, and at the end of the day, he thinks it's pretty sick
Nadia
Oh dear. That's not right
More concerned than anything, immediately takes you to the court physician to figure out just what's wrong with you
You will be rushed there as quickly as possible before you even realize what's wrong or have the opportunity to say anything
When you gently explain to her that you're just built a little strangely she'll just sit there and stare at you, dumbfounded
Then she'll throw her head back and let out a relieved, hearty laugh
You see a shiver go up her spine every time you do the crunch ritual though (she's trying really hard to be supportive)
Julian
Holy shit. Him too.
Imagine all the mischief you two could get up to! Crawling out from beneath the bar tables and scaring the shit out of everyone in the joint (pun intended) with your full-body crunches? If you're down he's down is all he's sayingâ
He's mostly sure that it's not bad for you or anything. Probably. Actually he never really cared to check, seeing as he's lacking a little in the self-care department
Mazelinka can sense when it's about to happen and gives you the most soul devouring glare whenever either of you is about to crunch
Portia
She's devastated.
Growing up, Julian could always do that, and you know what? She was always really jealous. She cannot physically pop one joint in her whole entire being
And she hates it with a passion
She doesn't hate you, of course... but she will work until she inevitably burns out trying to distract herself from you and her brother's shared ability
She comes home one day, declaring that she's come to terms with not being able to do it as well, but she is glad that you and Julian have something in common. You're glad she's happy, even though it's been three weeks since the crackening
This will make for great teasing material in the future if you're willing to utilize it
Muriel
He does posess the ability to crack his knuckles and neck, but anything beyond that is a little much
The first time he saw/heard your full body crunches it was on the trip with Morga, who stood next to him, watching in morbid fascination
His right hand flew up over his mouth and he started towards you like he thought he should help, before stepping back. He realized he has no idea how to help you and waited it out in horror
Now the joint cracking just puts the fear of god into him a little bit
He has SO many questions (he'll never ask but he definitely has them)
He still loves and accepts you, no matter what quirks or flaws you have (but seriously though what the heck)
Lucio
MC what are you doing...?
OH GOD.
He hates it. The sound makes his skin crawl and he thinks there's something wrong with you, no matter how many times you explain to him that you're okay
...but he's not going to give up on you. He goes to dozens of "medical professionals" to try and find some sort of miracle cure to fix you (your poor wallet lol)
Still brags about it to random people for no reason, even though he seriously, genuinely, honestly, truly DESPISES the crunch
Morga thinks it's great
Btw just thought I should clarify, these full body joint crunches are genuinely horrific, which is why the M6 had such strong reactions đđ
Imagine bending into horrible knotted shapes while the loudest most eardrum shattering crunches come from you, for an extended period of time if that helps đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„
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