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jasmehraj · 4 years

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Timari out-sick au

Marinette came to Gotham heart-broken. Her best friend, her first crush, her partner knows nothing about her. Nothing. Gabriel hit him hard on the head causing him to lose memory of last 4 years. She then punched Gabriel so hard the battle didn't last long. She was there when he woke up.

"Chaton you are awake?"

"Father? .....Who are you? Where is father and mother?"

She ran away from him and packed her bags. She ended up in Gotham. She did some research on Gotham's vigilantes. She was clearly impressed by Red Robin. He is very smart, analyzed every moment, very powerful and definitely handsome. He is her age and she is sure that he is handsome, there's no way he isn't and he is a coffee addict just like her.

In short she had a crush on him. She started going out as Rouge Gorge. Sometimes she shadowed the vigilantes and sometimes she went out alone. She disguised herself with Trixx's illusions. They all could sense her somehow and Red Robin always looks straight to her direction.

That is why she ended up in this situation. She went out a little earlier than usual. The bats had yet to come. She was running on the rooftops alone when she saw him. A completely sleep deprived man with many coffee cups in his hands. He probably wasn't aware of the people following him, probably muggers. She jumped into action as for some reason he turned to an alleyway. She took care of the two muggers. Where did the third one go? She turned to see the man had pinned the mugger. Subconsciously, without thinking, her stupid mouth said,"R..red robin?"

"So you are the shadow following us?"Well shit. He just confirmed it.

He took a coffee cup and chugged down a whole cup! Then he started coughing. Aaah he is falling. She caught him just in time. What should I do? What should I do?

She made the worst decision of her life. She took him to her apartment.

That's her story. Now she is sitting beside her crush who is laying on her bed, still unconscious. She took the cup he drank and smelled it. It smelled like, like BRANDY? What the hell?

That means he drank a whole cup of very strong alcohol even when he had probably never drank it in this much amount ALL HIS LIFE.

He suddenly woke up and asked her for bathroom. She led him quickly and he threw up. He is probably not aware of his surroundings. That is bad. He rinsed his mouth and she took him back to bed. He was very hot like literally very hot. He has high fever, vomiting..-I'll just check the internet. She then took some water and a cloth. She put the wet cloth on his forehead. He woke up an hour later.

"Shadow?"

"No I am not a shadow. I am Marinette."

"So your vigilant name is Marinette. Its very beautiful name." She felt her face heat up.

"No its Rouge Gorge."

"That's very nice too darling."

She huffed, her red cheeks betraying her,"Thank you."

"Its Ok love."

"Stop doing that."

"Doing what?" He looked like an innocent child. Like he doesn't know anything. Why the hell is he tilting his head at his side. That asshole is smirking.

She groaned,"Calling me these names..?"

"Well darling, are you not the same person who named yourself after me?" Now as if she could get any more red.

"Well that doesn't give a reason to call me those names."

He pretended to think," Well you are beautiful."

She turned away and ran out of there after yelling,"Message your friends, family or something. This conversation is going no where."

When she came back he was sleeping. She sighed in relief. Her cheeks were still red. Maybe taking her drunk crush inside her home wasn't that good idea.

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Tim slowly opened his eyes. He looked at his surroundings. He was in a bed and the room was unfamiliar. When did he get here? He remembers that while going home he was attacked and the shadow? He took a small knife from his inside pocket. He slowly got out of the bed without making a noise. He made his way towards the door where music was playing.

He slowly opened it to reveal a midnight hair girl working with some kind of..........clothes?

"Who are you and where am I?" She was startled and let out a slow 'ouch'. She put her finger in her mouth.

"You don't remember?"

".........No?"

"I am the shadow as you say. Let me finish. I was out when I saw you getting mugged. I went to help you. You told me you are Red Robin.-"

"I told you?"

"I just said Red Robin and you said Oh so you are the shadow. You drank very strong brandy which was in your coffee. How the hell did you manage to get Brandy in a coffee cup."

He groaned and said,"Jasoooooon....."

"So I didn't know where to take you so I took you to my home...... You were drunk. And.....-"

"And-" He raised an eyebrow.

"Well I told you that my name was Rouge Gorge you started flirting with me. I took care of you. Now you can go back wherever you live. You were sleeping from past 16 hours."

She was not looking at him. She was stitching? He leaned closer to see she was stitching MDC on a skirt.

He processed everything. She is MDC who is also the shadow and her name is Rouge Gorge which means, Red Robin. He flirted with her. SHE IS MDC. SHE IS MDC.

Now his whole face was red. This was the most embarrassing thing he had ever been in. He is going to kill Jason for this.

Just then the doorbell rang. That broke her out of her stupor. He was frozen on his place. He heard voices suspiciously like his family and ran to the door.

Dick was squealing,"Timmy got so cute girlfriend. She is so cute."

Jason laughed,"We are not sure that he didn't kidnap her. She is too good for him."

Damian,"Tt Why did you inbeciles dragged me here?"

Cass just said,"I approve."

Stephanie said,"He never mentioned you before, you are so cute and tiny. Speaking of him where is he?"

Poor Marinette was stuck between them as they asked questions after questions. Then their gaze turned to Tim.

"Oh god, where are your bags Tim? How is this possible? How are you not half-dead. You must be magic you got him to sleep."

"Timmy you were with her, for how long?"

"You got a girlfriend replacement? She is too good for you give her to me."

All the voices were mixing with each other.

"What makes you think she is um.. my girlfriend?"

"You messaged us."

He opened his phone and read the Message.

I, Timothy Drake-Wayne the CEO of Wayne Enterprises, am staying with my girlfriend Marinette. Don't you dare to come here.

What could he possibly say. Suddenly he remembered the MDC signature. He looked at her and said,"You are MDC?" pointing at her.

"Umm, yess." Her voice was barely audible.

He took her hand and sat on one knee,"Marry me."

"What we are not even dating."

"Will you go on a date with me?"

"I.... I guess?"

The silence was broken by Dick,"You are MDC."

"You were not dating?"

"Tt you are so dramatic."

"Replacement what is the meaning of this?"

Tim turned to Jason and said,"Thank you Jason."

With that he went out the door,"Be ready till 3 Marinette."

BONUS:

Louis : So how did you two met?

Tim: My brother put brandy in my coffee cup. She took care of me and when I get to know she was my favorite designer and how amazing she is....

Clark: And?

Marinette: He asked me to marry him, I said we are not even dating so he asked me for a date.

Louis :..............................................

Clark:...............................................

Cameraman:.....................................

Batfamily: (Laughing)

Louis: We give you our blessing for your wedding.

Clark: God bless you.

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ranmanjuu · 4 years

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—gen z mc with uesugi-takeda + misc. forces

ahh, i’m so glad people liked my gen z oda hcs! lol it’s usually pretty slow from my writing blog experiences until now, but i’m rlly happy! i was planning to do u-t and the others but then i decided to stop at oda and continue another day. thx for the asks tho! and yeah, i do take requests but it’s more of a pasttime, since this whole blog is just my stupid ideas written out and shared out there.

also someone said that a gen z mc could be old enough to romance the warlords, like, early twenties. and yes, very fair if u wanna romance ur mans with memes and existentialism go for it!! i just think it adds more to the comedy side of this child they have to babysit, while not fearing death or any consequences from their dumb of Ass decisions. someone who fears no death and armed with no braincells is a fool, but a Child who fears no death and armed with no braincells is also a fool, but more bizzare and has That Vibe y’know

@niphredil-14 and @arthotsglasses

tw: s*icidal, violent jokes treated in a light manner

also spoilers to some things of their characters

—kenshin:

who is this,, , sassy lost child??

he first saw you prepared to throw hands with ronins who were being Elite Dickheads. ofc, armed with nothing compared to the sworded-adults, he had to interfere.

no matter how cold he treated you, masking his secret !!!-like concern, you seemed so unfazed through it. you still interacted with him like normal,,,,, why?? do you want a death wish?

and each time he threatened you with,, anything, you responded with, “the only one who gets to hurt & kill me, is ME”

...... what?

he’s convinced you’re the biggest fool of a person. and he’d be right but even so, he has a weirdly strong need to protect you as you two got closer. you’re often with sasuke, so it’s harder to avoid you.

even with all the Horrible jokes you make on a daily basis, if your passionate side with everyone having equal rights of being treated as human, for him it shows a side of you that makes you seem precious and pure and kind hearted.

and the overprotective side increases.

which is, ,, a bit problematic sometimes cause you have the tendency to target and piss off anyone in a 10 meter range by just one (1) sassy comment, along with your lack of impulse control and blurting out everything in your mind. it’s made you a lot of short enemies in the sengoku period, and kenshin would always be ready to slice them down behind you.

sasuke has to tame him down with his Masters degree in kenshin-wrangling.

at banquets, kenshin would often have you beside him. if you’re too young for sake do age for drinking exist in sengoku? probably not. it’s more of sasuke advising for him to not give you alcoholic drinks he’ll have you pouring for him or just munching away at pickled plums or food.

—shingen:

(ngl i kinda had a hard time with this since it’s erasing a big part of his overall character,,, flirting)

once he heard the news that oda had taken in somone as young as you during honno-ji,, ,,,he’s in a very “how dare that demon >>:( taking such a pure soul,....”

and when you’re taken to kasugayama as a captive, you’re,,, surprisingly very calm and whelmed. you don’t have much sign of fear or anxiety in your overall demeanor meanwhile you’re busy dissociating and spacing out to feel those

you actually don’t seem to hate your captor. but shingen isn’t sure if your ‘fingerguns’ is a good thing or not cause it depicts you pointing guns @ him,, (dw is good shingen)

while yes being held hostage—no matter how good you’re being treated—isn’t ideal and kinda not very cash money, you consider shingen v chill. man has a kindheart!! “i diagnose you with good vibes.”

if he ever sees your righteous side, as everyone else, he’ll deeply admire you. he himself is someone who believes in such as well. and hearing the circumstances in the modern world regarding those things (blm, etc.) his heart truly does go out for you. he feels sympathy for such a young person like you having to take action

also your dirty humor around him, echigo’s player, kind of makes him question where and how you learnt it

and,, his illness.

through getting straight to the point and not falling for it each time he changes subject/dodges the question, you managed to get to the bottom of his illness. shingen himself thinks it’s not something you have to burden with knowing—you’re so, so young.

but that doesn’t matter to you. the world’s given you such a shit time, you’re mature enough to understand the situation at least.

and as he finishes his explanation, all there was is silence. it felt wrong to say any of your usual quips,, so all you did was slowly came there and hugged him.

that was more than what he’d ask for.

—sasuke:

oh hell yeah

you are in your element with him. the chillest guy to talk to, and probably the first one you’re the closest to

your phone was dead after like 2 days of use, and you were miserable while hideyoshi, like a typical parent, told you to go outside and into town. sensing your bad mood, sasuke asked what’s up. you deadpanned, “my phone game ended and now i’m ready to commit not breath.” you oslemnly look out in the bustling streets and clutched your fist like an Anime Protagonist, “those boomer memes were right all along... i am absolutely Miserable and Useless(^TM) without it.”

in response, you could’ve sworn he did the Anime Glasses thing as well, “then we at team Moderately Awesome Sengoku Ninja are happy to announce the launch of a DIY phone charger, made with the electricity from a fruit and the main functionality of a solar panel. and has more durability than samsung’s.”

there were Stars in your eyes now. with a big grin, you thank him, “i’d die for you, sasuke.”

“then perish.” he said with a blank look. (yukimura, in the bg: ???!!!??!??!?)

the next day he consentually breaks in through the ceiling and gives you the weird contraption. you’re now saved, soul-wise.

the memes start coming and they don’t stop coming from the two of you. in any situation. whether it’d be at a teahouse, or at a battlefield that can determine your life and death.

and you can have discussions about current world events, or the past ones, with him and he’d understand completely what you’re talking about. it’s those rare nights when you’ve been thinking and have a deep conversation with him in his room, and as an adult, it makes for interesting results as well.

the others are endlessly confused, but you’re both so unapologetically yourselves.

and he’s super protective if the circumstances are tough. he feels bad for dragging another person in the sengoku with him—much less when they’re so young like you.

if you’re enough of a lil shit, once you’re taken into kasugayama, in the nights where you can’t sleep because brain at what would be 3 am, you’d probably trudge over to his room and wake him up to tell him what kind of mind-blowing shit you realized.

—yukimura:

when he saved you from falling to your death, your reaction already set off weird Vibes inside him. what do you mean, “you stopped me from fleeing this fleeting world by the sweet embrace of death” ?!?!?! are you crazy?? yes

he doesn’t waste time getting blunt with you at all either.

once he goes into azuchi as a merchant, he silently observes you talking to sasuke for a bit. what’s with your weird language?? and crude humor???? never in his life has he met someone in your age act like that wtf

even so, he still operates on the basis of ‘‘if sasuke trusts you, i trust you’’, no matter how utterly concerned you make him feel

you have a dirtier mind than him! unsurprisingly. along with everyone else, you often tease the poor soul, a nd you’d gladly tell him what the innuendoes mean ( 69, etc.) and maybe sprinkle in some gay jokes in there

and why do you keep mentioning this “bromance between him and sasuke” ?? what us,,, a bromance????? and why is sasuke in it??

he takes you out to teahouses to eat chestnut dumplings and other desserts with you. you always seem to target the one he doesn’t like the most and have a bit of banter

your relationship is built on banter but what’s different rlly

he treats you much more maturely than other people your age. as in, he doesn’t pull back his punches in words most of the time. you don’t seem to around him also, it looks like.

and, he’s also very protective of you. he regards you as his little sibling, as rat as you may be. and he does care about you—he might just be a bit unwilling to say it

—yoshimoto:

you think he’s very chill, if a bit unique but who were you to judge. and he is, if you ever meet him in echigo or even azuchi

his big liking to art and something of apathy to people is osmething you can respect. there’s something about that kind of Vibe that you find oddly a mood.

and oh boy oh boy you wasted no time pulling up your phone and showing images of what art is in the future. whether it’d be a screenshot of anime, fanart, aesthetic-like ones, palette-themed—the whole shabang.

and, somehow, you were left ranting to him about how some artists in the future get it so shitty for theft, reposting, not crediting, the list goes on (please be a decent human being to artist, sincerely the author) and he can’t help but just listen in silence and kind of thinking about how you’re so passionate about the Struggles of artists. and it isn’t something he sees often in the sengoku era—where war rules most things.

and he does find art from the modern times interesting, how they’re so different and vast in styles. and not only that, it’s not like the future only has one major style like then, each hand can draw such different pictures and still have beauty in each. he appreciates and admires that.

and he does tell you his thoughts ^ while you give your own insight. it’s so fascinating to see someone like you having strong opinions on this.

because, well, rn art is a big thing in our lives as we’re stuck inside. a part of entertainment is looking at any media of art—and he finds his view of art and yours quite the same. you two came from a time of turmoil (one moreso than the other) but still think art isn’t exactly irrelevant just because it isn’t a cure to diseases or the Ultimate Weapon.

you had to Surgically Remove him from your phone so you can use it and to stop him from draining your battery looking at the art

and he often drags you out to town and admire pieces when you’re holing yourself in too much. your comments are always unknown to him, “radical”, “that’s one i can vibe with ngl”, and the list goes on.

and you occasionally call him pretty boy as a compliment rlly

—kennyo:

when you first saw him at honno-ji, and he won’t forget the one (1) line you gave him, all you said to his warning of ooo spooky demons was, “that’s lit fam gtg tho”

and that alone was enough to stun him for a few seconds

honestly you told the others of your meeting with kennyo before they told you it could be kennyo. just a throaway line of “oh yeah there was this dude with a scar across his face.” / “,,, ,....that’s kennyo. he’s really dangerous actually—” / “oh, poggers”

you’re probably kind of half the reason the oda forces found who dun it.

and it was an eye for an eye, kennyo himself found out that you were their child chatelaine, and very close to the others. as per his villain-schedule, he kidnaps you .

he laments about how “such a pure soul such as yours is not to be stained by the demon’s hands”

oh how Wrong he was.

you were the definition of the opposite of pure. and you seemed unfazed, which surprised kennyo but shrugged it off. he was willing to face you screaming and panicking, along with shouldering the sin of doing the deed. but instead, he was met with a raised eyebrow and, “this is unexpected and probably not welcomed but what am i doing here.”

he was stunned for a moment before explaining what he can.

“......... fuck.”

he cringed ever so slightly at your curse. but your attention seems to stray so quickly off of the fact that you were bounded and helpless, to the fact that you have the man doing unspeakable things to civilians and you absolutely don’t approve.

throwing your common sense to maybe be civilized, you went off on a rant of how human rights and how to not be an ass to him. all he could do was just listened, shocked to even cut you off.

when he did, he gave the whole ‘unsaved demon’ shtick, and you weren’t taking that kinda shit. he believed he was truly unsaved—you knew that. but that doesn’t make it okay.

eventually, he left you with a cold end of the conversation.

he admires your spirit in a way—but with what he’s experienced,,, it’s a bit of unreachable for him.

if at any point you saw the soft side of his with animals, you just gaped at him for a split second and whispered, “the gap moe is strong with this one.”

also old man died inside when you said that you’d fight god, along with many things.

all in all, to him, you’re insufferable. but weirdly,, fascinating.

you’ve totally ok boomer’d him once cause he rlly looks old

—motonari:

,,. if your speech to kennyo was bad, he’s going to rant hell.

motonari already knew you were interesting even when his men just spied on you. your behavior, so brash and impulsive, is going to be so fun to have, he thinks.

through some planning to stir up more chaos, he kidnaps you and brings you unto his ship. same as kennyo, you showed no clear sign of surprise, and that’s when he decided you were either used to this in any way, or a fool. both answers, he liked.

you’re kind of really confused on why he’s doing what he’d doing. “i get it, i like to stir up chaos myself but it’s harmless,, most of it—but not until the people are in danger, bitch.”

and by that line, motonari leans towards you with a deadly smirk, “now, i can bite, ‘kay kid? you don’t wanna be in the receiving end... do you?”

“do it, coward.”

and before he could let out even a wheeze of laughter, you continued on on a lecture of, again, not being a dick and letting people live their life in peace. and much less all of this damage, for what? chaos?? yeah you wanted to see the world burn but it wasn’t literally.

however, his patience was running thin. he shuts you up forcefully, and leaves.

even so, after a cooldown period, he still talks to you (,,,, well, that’s kind of a generous term) because, right he was, you were so fun in his eyes.

an interesting observation he made,,, was that you picked up on his big dislike of physical contact. and he’d think with how annoying you were at times, that you’d weaponize it. but you didn’t—in fact, you kept your space (not that you were planning to get close) and respected his boundaries.

he thinks you a bit of peculiar for that decision, some wary, and perhaps naive.

one of the days—the more dangerous ones—he was planning to take you to the oda as bait or something. and you weren’t taking it like that. two days before arrival, a storm racked up. you stood upon the edge of the ship with the rest of the crew watching you like you were a madman.

“the oda won’t want me if i’m dead, would they now?”

motonari stands in his composure, guffawing, “all i need is to make sure they believe you’re alive, kid.”

a smile that showed absolutely no fear and 1000 percent spite spread in your face, “not unless i decimate my own body until all the trail left is my blood. the only one who gets to do that shit to me, is me.”

finally, a look of wavering shows in his face.

you were saved last minute,, and the rest is history.

#ikemen sengoku #cybird ikemen #ikesen #ikesen kenshin #ikesen shingen #ikesen sasuke #ikesen yukimura #ikesen yoshimoto #ikesen kennyo #ikesen motonari #ikesen uesugi takeda #*writing #gen z mc #god i hope my Lack of Ability isn't shown in how other characters are written longer than others #and how i might've badly Fucked up their characters #i've done like.. 3 routes and that knowledge is all i have #stans pls don't @ me #pretty sure i had more i wanted to add here but #aha brain's memory go brrrrrrrr

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ickle-ronniekins · 4 years

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when all hope seems lost [ch. 2]

desc: George finds himself to be lost: his business, merchandise and home have been destroyed in the war and his twin brother is still healing from a battle wound that could’ve been fatal. He’s living temporarily in a flat in a desolate looking neighborhood, and he’s desperate for anything to feel like it used to be. It seems as though all hope is lost, until he meets someone who reminds him that he’s got to endure the darkness to be able to appreciate the light.

⇢ Chapter 1

A/N: second installment, loves.

pairing: george x fem!american!reader

word count: 2.4k

warning(s): mentions of war, anxiety, injury, mental health, alcohol

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The weeks dragged on, the rain continued to patter on the roof of your house, the days seemingly melted into one another. What month was it? What day of the week? The weather had gotten a bit cooler, so you figured you might be nearing October. Quite honestly, you were both too exhausted and too fragile to care, or even to check your calendar that lay across your desk underneath a pile of unopened books. Your mental capacity was absolutely shot. Four months since the war and it seemed as though nothing was getting better. You’d been searching for some type of normalcy for so long; you wondered if you’d ever be able to feel that sense of comfort ever again. You weren’t sure how many more evenings of unwanted sobbing beneath your blanket you could take.

George was soaked to the bone because of the constant rain. He was standing outside of the gloomy looking Burrow after having apparated there. He always stopped by the Burrow -- before heading to the shop, immediately after, sometimes very early in the morning to help Molly with the laundry and with breakfast, sacrificing his own hunger. With all of its colours and multiple stories, the Burrow had never looked sadder or less like home. He ran a hand through his hair to shake out the excess rainwater and stepped inside the kitchen. The first thing he noticed was that the dishes from yesterday that had been piled high in the sink were now washed and put away. Then he noticed Ginny tending to Fred on the couch. He looked more lively today. More alert. The dark blacks, purples, and blues on his hollow cheeks were healing nicely, though the pale colour of his face beneath the deep gash just above his eyebrow made him look all the more terrible. “Mate, you’re looking ghastly,” Fred joked, his voice scratchy and weak and wheezy. George wondered, as he looked down at his twin’s sunken chest, and his limp and shattered leg, if Fred would ever be able to walk properly again. Test products. Breathe correctly. Stand up straight. The idea of him not being able to do any of those things made George begin to tremor. He forced himself up to his childhood bedroom to stifle his oncoming panic attack before Fred could see him cry.

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“You’re telling me there’s a waiting list for Aurors?” Your voice sounded unusually harsh for your liking, and you sucked in a deep breath. It wasn’t this young woman’s fault that so many individuals were looking to enhance their careers as Aurors. It made sense, especially given that half of the Wizarding World had been wiped out due to the war. It was only necessary for more people to sign on to protect their loved ones. The Ministry of Magic, and The Department of Magical Law Enforcement within it, was quite different than the way the MACUSA was laid out. You already felt off kilter being here. You slowed your breathing and gave the woman behind the desk a genuine grin. You apologized and asked her if she knew exactly how long the waiting list would be. Her eyes softened and she offered a lopsided, gentle sort of smile before telling you that she wasn’t sure exactly when there would be openings, but she’d be happy to keep your information on file. If only she knew how many times you’d heard that one. You huffed out a dry “Thank you” before making your way back through the Ministry and toward the street, where it was now down pouring. And where was your umbrella? Of course -- at your apartment, collecting dust, because in your hurry to get to the Ministry as early as you possibly could, you’d left it on the kitchen table. You just let the rain soak through your clothes. You could really have used one of George’s steaming cups of tea.

Why was it taking Fred so long to get better? And why did it look like there was absolutely no progress on the fixing of their shop? George shook out his umbrella and laid it gently against the front door before making his way inside. The sight of the blasted shelves made his insides twist. Their hilarious design of Umbridge faltering across a tightrope had snapped in half; their display of Love Potions had been blasted to smithereens. He glided across the floor, his feet carrying him to wherever they chose to go, when he bumped into something on the ground. Slowly he reached down and spread his fingers against their very first Weasley & Weasley trunk, which now looked more like Weas nd W, for the rest of the lettering had been damaged. His eyes suddenly became very blurry and he felt a burning sensation sting the back of his throat. He’d do anything to be back at Hogwarts now, sneakily selling products to the Gryffindor house all while avoiding Umbridge and Snape and Filch. He’d give anything to be back at school, where everything felt good and happy and alright, at least for a little while.

George had to keep reminding himself that there was an entire storage space full of products that he and Fred had been saving, in case of an event like this. At the time, it seemed like they’d had so many, and in the event of a wipeout, the brothers would be able to restock and resell as if nothing had ever happened. But looking now at how much damage had been done, and how many of their products they’d worked so painstakingly hard on had been destroyed, George truly didn’t know if the spare merchandise they had left would last them more than two weeks.

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When you walked through the front door, exhausted from seeking employment all afternoon, only to find none, you figured you were allowed a glass of wine. Or perhaps several. So you put on your fluffiest pair of socks, the softest sweater you could find, and sat yourself down in front of the fireplace with your wand as you casually sipped on the bottle of red you’d purchased after leaving the Ministry this morning.

Perhaps moving here was a mistake. Would it be easier to gain employment back home in America? You shook your head at the silly thought that crossed your mind. Of course it wouldn’t. They’d gotten rid of you for a reason, hadn’t they? They couldn’t afford to keep so many people on after the war. Plus, you’d already moved your stuff in here, halfway across the world, so there was no point in uprooting your life, again. Besides, the painful memories that flooded your mind at the thought of home made you appreciate the coziness of England even more so than you did when you first got here. It was helping you forget -- about all of it.

You mindlessly muttered spells just to give yourself something to do. So this was unemployment -- repeating to yourself the charm you’d learned when you were eleven, making your belongings float in the air. How absolutely pathetic. You wondered if George felt this way too, as you lazily flicked your wrist and sent your notebook chock full of potential jobs toward your bedroom.

George couldn’t wait to change into some comfortable, dry clothes. He opened up the front door and left his wet umbrella out on the porch. As he hung up his coat in the closet, he spotted you next to the fireplace, and it seemed as though you were muttering incantations to yourself and enjoying a glass of wine. He felt a small smile tug at his lips, because he didn’t realize how much he wanted to do the exact same thing until he saw you.

It had been a few weeks, but the two of you hadn’t gotten to know one another much. Little things, here and there, such as “D’you care for milk or cream?” or “How’s your brother doing?” or “Any luck with employment?” You two just barely scraped the surface; there was no diving deep into conversation. Neither one of you prodded the other -- you both simply kept to yourselves with the occasional evening offering of a cup of tea, and then went on your separates ways once morning came. So when you asked George if he’d like to join you and sent a wine glass from the cabinet soaring through the air toward you, George accepted your invite and immediately went to change into something a bit warmer.

As he expected, it was easy to get you to open up about your life. Not just from the wine, but he was sure that helped. He’d started simple: asking you how your day was. He didn’t realize it would turn into a full blown story about your entire life, but he didn’t mind. It was sort of comforting, knowing that someone else living under the same roof as him was going through hell.

He learned all about your time at Ilvermorny, the American Wizarding school, about your studying and ambitions to become an Auror at the MACUSA (the Ministry in America, he came to find) and how you’d had a great job up until the war, when all in the same day you’d lost that job, your home, and someone very close to you. There was a bit of glassiness in your eyes, but he couldn’t tell if it was from the sadness or the buzzing of the wine.

“But enough about me, complaining about all things that have gone wrong,” you said, waving him off, gulping back the rest of your second glass, “what about you?”

Since the war, since the demolishing of his business and his brother’s injury, George hadn’t once let people see how he really felt. He kept everything bottled up, just as he always had since he was young. Fred always used to tell him that one day he was going to explode from the inside out, but George never listened. He always kept everything inside. But between the brief anxiety attack he’d had at the Burrow this morning, and the very long months of keeping everything close to his heart, he supposed there wasn’t any harm in telling you a few things, getting a few things off of his chest. Not his entire life story (like you, those Americans!) but he could share. He could tell you a bit. Maybe it was okay to open up his heart.

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Somehow you’d both made it to one a.m.; not that it mattered, both of you had nowhere to go come morning, though you’d probably just go about your normal routines -- each puttering around the kitchen, sharing a simple ‘good morning’ and heading forth on your way.

Or maybe, after three and a half glasses of wine each, a simple ‘good morning’ would turn into something more.

George had six siblings, you learned. Five brothers and one sister. He’d left the British Wizarding school, Hogwarts, just before graduating to open up his business with his twin, Fred. He’d played Quidditch at school and was a ‘bloody good Beater’, in his own humble opinion, he was known for his pranks, and when he’d accidentally turned his brother Percy’s hair a permanent bright pink color one day (they’d eventually figured out the antidote) his mother had nearly kicked him into next week.

George and Fred had to put their business on hold during the war. George explained that he’d lost his ear during an attack one evening before everything had unraveled. The twins had gone back to Hogwarts to fight alongside their friends and family (your jaw had dropped when you’d found out that they were friends with the Harry Potter, who was just as famous in America as he was in England) and unfortunately due to their absence, sixty percent of their shop and merchandise had been blasted apart with no remains. Fred had been severely injured during the war, and, according to George, was lucky to be alive. More than lucky, it sounded like. It had been four months and Fred was still struggling to sit upright without getting winded.

George hadn’t really offered up much about his personal life before this, but then again, neither had you. Perhaps it was the wine, or perhaps it was the recognition that both of you landed in this apartment with the intent of a fresh start. New beginnings. Maybe he felt as though this was an opening: telling his truths to a complete and total stranger who was going through their own heartache. Well, not total stranger. You were his roommate, after all.

You were both heading in opposite directions toward your bedrooms after you hadn’t been able to keep your eyes open any longer. You were absolutely exhausted. He caught you by surprise when he called from his doorway, “I lost someone too, you know. So I understand the... worry of starting over.”

You swallowed thickly; you hadn’t gone into too much detail, or any detail at all, but from the sincerity in his eyes, you recognized that look of understanding. You wondered just how much he understood your loss, and if his was the same. “So if you ever need too.. I dunno, talk about it, I’d be more than willing to lend you an ear.” He cupped the side of his head where his missing ear should be, and actually snorted a bit at his own teasing. It took everything in you to stifle your laughter at that terrible excuse of a joke. His eyes were tired and he wobbled a little bit in the doorframe. “That’s the wine talking. Normally I’m really bloody good at jokes.”

“You don’t say.”

“Hey,” he pointed at you and threaded his eyebrows together, then laughed again. “But really. You ever need to have a chat, you know where to find me.”

“Well I’d hope so. We do live together.”

You thought, watching him from the other end of the hallway as he laughed again and scratched at the door handle, that perhaps this was a step forward. You’d learned an awful lot about him in the time it took you both to get through three and a half glasses of wine each. You were grateful. It was nice to put a story to the face you saw every single morning. He was becoming more of a person, rather than just a body living underneath the same roof. As he rubbed at his eyes and continued to laugh, you wondered if he was again becoming the George Weasley he was before the war. The one you were meant to know.

“Have a good night, Y/N.”

“You too, George.”

He was more than just your roommate. He was your friend.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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TEQUILA AND DAIKIRI

Johnny “Coco” Cruz x Reader

Anon asked: can you do an imagine with coco in where you two are best friends and one night you got drunk and go to his house and kiss him and you tell that you love him and he is like in shock and you thing he doesn’t love you back so you run away and you start ignoring him preventing from realreal heartbreak

Word Count: 1.3k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits to: @angels-reyes

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“Are you sure...?” Ez asks again whilst you're taking off the helmet with some difficulties, because you drunk too much. More than usual.

You nod very convinced, while he turns his gaze from the building where Coco lives, to you. He shrugs his shoulders, taking the helmet to hang it in the handlebar. Ez turns off the motorbike when you're inside the hall, going upstairs to the flat you know by heart. The mexican and you met like ten years ago, being in inseparable since then but some months ago you started to feel something else, something bigger, for him. You think it's happened in a Mayan party, when you found yourself laying on his lap with both arms around his neck and his wrapping your body, with some fingers traveling over a side of your left thigh so kindly that melted you, your beliefs and your whole soul.

Your knuckles hit the main door, more loudly than you could think being partially deaf because of the music that was playing in the pub. You wait for some seconds till you see some light under the door. Coco opens it, rubbing his eyes kinda sleepy without wearing a shirt. You gawk at the tattoos on his chest, until he slaps your forehead with his fingers.

“Yo! Mami, it's five am, 'foc' is wro—”.

Before you let him to finish the sentence, your lips collides with his placing both arms on his neck. The kiss it's weird and a little uncomfortable, but he tastes like tequila and that's really good. Pulling him away looking at his face you know it wasn't a good idea. He's bewildered staring at you with pursed lips as you kiss them. Raising your right forefinger, trying to say something, you decide to turn over your sneakers to run away downstairs even if he's calling you, telling you to wait for him. You don't look back, down the avenue, while your legs are burning because of the fast steps going to your house.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

You growl squeezing in pain with the sheets tangled in your almost naked body. The sun is on, illuminating your room in a unpleasant way. Hiding your head with the pillow, you snort heavy because of the headache hitting you thanks to the hangover. You know that what happened last night it wasn't a dream, nor a nightmare. Anyway, you confirm that fact when, after palming the bed, you find your phone. There are thirty-six missed calls and seventeen text from Coco. Turning off the wifi to avoid the double blue check, so he can't know you read them, you open the conversation.

(05:03) 💬: (Y/N) ????

(05:06) 💬: where r u ????

(05:06) 💬: pick up ma calls!

(05:11) 💬: you ok ???

(05:15) 💬: d fuc u did ???

(05:16) 💬: r u drunk mami ??

(05:19) 💬: why u kiss meee

(05:31) 💬: where r u ????????

(05:33) 💬: why don u answer

(05:33) 💬: am callin 911

(05:47) 💬: shit

(05:47) 💬: d fuc is wron wth u ??

(06:08) 💬: (Y/N) hello ?????????

(06:15) 💬: r u dead ????

(06:36) 💬: did u fockin mix tequila nd daikiri again ????

(09:43) 💬: yo u r worren me

(09:43) 💬: im comen 2 ur house u little fockin craze bech

The last message makes jump the pillow over your head to the floor. The door is almost closed and you can hear the tv on with some action movie on it. You sob because of the pain lashing your head and the shame is consuming you. Getting out of the bed, praying it's Angel who is there, you grab a shirt wearing it, sticking your head out the frame. You sob again when you find Coco staring at you, closing the door as if he didn't see you. Dragging your back down through it, you sit on the floor with your knees against your chest being surrounded by your arms.

The man pushes the door a little, but you close it again. Hearing him sighing, you shake your head.

“We have to talk”.

“Get outta' ma' house, Coco”. You blub without tears filling your eyes, just making the sound.

“That's all? You come to mine, kiss me and you're not gonna say anythen'?”

No words. You can't answer him. You're regretting what you did 'cause you thought he could feel something too. But, by the way he didn't move, nor kissed you back. The next thing you can hear is the main door being closed loud with a dry hit. You're fucked. You fucked up ten years of relationship in three seconds.

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Two days passed since he left your house and you wrote Taza to ask him to change your turn at the car scrapping, so you don't have to work with Coco. And even you think that the talk it's something that will not happen, you're very, very, very wrong.

After finish your turn, when the moon is almost on top of the sky, you go out of the office downstairs seeing the mexican sitting on your bike and smoking a cigar with a no-friends-face. He's kinda angry, upset and tired of being running behind you the last days, till he finally get the perfect opportunity. You're wearing your helmet, giving him the silent treatment and checking your pocket looking for your keys.

“I got them”. He says raising his free hand, with them on his palm. “And 'am not gonna give you, if you don' talk to me”.

“There's a beautiful night with a lot of stars”. You play fool, actually talking to him as he wants.

“Why you kissed me, ah?”

“I was drunk”.

“Yea', but I know you drunk and you didn' try before”.

“For god's sake, Coco, forget it. It was just a fuckin' kiss”.

“No, it wasn't”. He says shaking his head and having a smoke. “You told me you love me”.

“I didn'”.

“Yea', when I was helping you to get outta your dress”.

You frown, gasping and trying to say something else. But you're getting so nervous that you can fall down unconscious.

“'Course I love you, you're ma' best friend, idiot”.

“Not in tha' way, shithead”.

“Wha' you wanna hear, uh?” You ask crossing your arms and curling a leg. “Yea', 'am fuckin' in love with you, but who cares? You're not. Easy. I get it. Get outta 'fuck of my bike. I'm tired and I wanna go home to keep rolling in my misery”. Taking away your keys and pushing him, you sit on.

“Who the fuc' said I'm not? 'Cause I didn'”.

Turning your head at him in slow motion, you wrinkle your nose, shaking your head for a second as if you didn't hear what you actually heard.

“'Don' know. Maybe your rude texts? The fuck you did? The fuck is wrong with you? Why you kiss me?”

“I though' you lost a bet with the fuckin' boy scout”.

“What da'... Why I... Are you fuckin' stupid?”

“No, you are! You're the one who's giving me the back!”

You sigh taking off the helmet to put it in the handle bar, as you do with your leather gloves. You're gaze is down, staring at the keys in the lock, unable to look at him. You didn't act as you should and now you don't know what is worse.

“I'm sorre'”. You mutter looking him sideways.

“Yea', you better did, bech'. 'Cause I didn' fuc' anyone for one year waitin' you and you kissed me in a weak moment”.

“Jesus Christ, Johnny!” You start to laugh loudly with your hands on your lap, licking your lips. “Sweet Jesus Christ... You're a fuckin' moron, I swear to god”.

“Move your fuckin' pretty ass to ma' house, mami. Dare to do agai' what you did last night”.

“I accept that bet, Coconut”.

#mayans mc #mayans mc x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #johnny coco cruz x reader #coco cruz x reader #coco cruz

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bobfloydssunnies · 4 years

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Black and White

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x Reader

Rating: PG nothing crazy

Summary: Snapshots of Santi and your's relationship based on the song 'Black and White' by Niall Horan

Word Count: 1.2kish (its closer to 1.3k)

Note: I’ve been awake since like 4 am and i was listening to Heartbreak Weather hoping to fall back to sleep and go this idea so here we go

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“And there's a vision I've been holdin' in my mind we're sixty-five and you ask when did I first know, I always knew”

The first time you met Santi was at one of Benny’s fights, your friend had been seeing Benny for a bit and had invited her to his fight. She didn’t want to go alone so she begged you to join her and you reluctantly agreed. The night of the fight you tried to get out of going still not really wanting to sit and avoid having beer spilled on you all night. “Come on it will be fun maybe you’ll meet someone,” your friend said as you drove to the venue, “Haha sure like that is gonna happen,” You tell her “Oh come on it could Benny’s friends are gonna be there and his brother,” She says “Didn’t you tell me one of them has a kid and we agreed not to date siblings after the last brothers tried that thing” You point out “Okay yes but he’s got another friend there and I’ve never met him he doesn’t always join the random nights out at the bar,” she tells you. By the time you got to the venue and inside the fight was just about to start, and you were quickly being lead through the crowd and avoiding getting beer spilled on you. “Benny’s fight is next we got here just in time” your friend loudly replied as you got closer to the cage “Okay,” you say avoiding another guy swinging his beer around.

If anyone asked Santi about the first time he saw you he could tell them just about everything from that night, he remembers you walking in behind your friend and trying to avoid the guy who almost spilled his beer on you, he could just tell she had dragged you along. He remembers the smile you gave him later when Will finally took a moment to introduce your friend to him as the girl Benny had been seeing (Santi would never admit it but he was relieved you weren’t the one Benny was dating), Santi watched you off and on for the rest of the night there was something about you that night just told him you were special.

“That first night, we were standin’ at your door Fumblin’ for your keys, then I kissed you”

After that, the two of you skirted around whatever feelings you had like you both were afraid to admit anything to yourselves or each other. Finally, one night after a few months Santi offered to take you home because your friend had gone home with Benny “Thanks again for this Santi you didn’t have to you” You told him as you fumbled with your keys as you two walked up to your front door “It’s no problem just wanted to make sure you got home safe” he said as you came to a stop at your door “Well I appreciate it” you tell him lingering in front of the door, You both stood there for a moment before Santi moved a little closer to you “Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly, you looked at him looking for any hint of doubt on his face before replying back softly with a yes. Anything after that seemed to move in slow motion Santi used one hand to hold the side of your face while your hands moved to rest on his chest and the back on his neck, it was slow and gentle but exactly what you excepted from Santi, you knew he was afraid of whatever you both were skirting around. Breaking the kiss Santi rested his forehead against yours, you slowly opened your eyes to see his still closed but a smile on his face, you smiled too knowing that maybe just maybe you guys had a chance at whatever this was.

“It's the way you love, I gotta give it back to youI can't promise picket fences or sunny afternoons”

Your relationship with Santi moved slow but neither of you cared you knew Santi wasn’t used to having someone love and care for him the way you did and he knew that you didn’t want to rush anything so you were content with how your relationship flowed. You had rough patches and times you both were frustrated with each other but at the end of the day, you knew you loved each other and were just trying to protect your hearts. One of the first times Santi thought you’d throw in the towel and leave him was one of the first time you stayed the night at his place and he had a nightmare. He woke with a start and barely remembering the extent of the nightmare “Santi” he heard you whisper “it’s okay” he mumbled back still trying to clear his head, he felt the bed move as you sat up “Santi, babe you’re shaking” you say gentling placing your hand on his back, he flinches at your touch something that doesn’t go unnoticed by you “I’m fine, just go back to sleep” he said moving to get out of bed “Please don’t shut me out I know it’s the nightmares again right” you say quietly moving so you can face him. “How did you know?” he asked “You were mumbling in your sleep before you woke up, I was about to wake you up before you woke yourself up,” You tell him moving to hold his hand “I should be past all this it’s been years since everything,” he said “Everyone moves at different speeds but it doesn’t mean you have to suffer alone I want you to talk to me about these things,” you tell him “I’ve done things you wouldn’t like and I’ve got the scars to prove it,” he said letting go of your hand to rub the scar on his knee “ I love you for you Santiago no matter what,” you tell him

“And I see us in black and white crystal clear on a starlit nightIn all your gorgeous colours I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life See you standing in your dress swear in front of all our friends there'll never be another I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life”

The wedding was small a mix of your friends and family, but none of them matter the moment Santi saw you walk down the aisle. Nothing could have prepared him for that moment, Frankie says he watched him cry as you walked down the aisle and Santi will lie but you knew the truth. “We’re married” Santi kept repeating most of the night in awe “Yeah we are” you’d tell him with a smile. The whole night was filled with laugher and just talking and looking back on everything from the past few years. You let each one of the boys drag you along the dance floor, they all thanked you for being in Santi’s life and making him the happiest they’ve seen him. “I never thought I’d get this far,” he said as you guys danced, you frown slightly mostly at the thought Santi feeling he doesn’t deserve this. “You deserve this and so much more I love you so much Santiago,” you tell him before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“And there'll never be another I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life”

permanent: @poesflygirl

#santiago pope garcia #santiago garcia x reader #santiago pope garcia x reader #santiago pope garcia imagine #santiago garcia #triple frontier imagine #mission report [aimee writes]

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starlightinhumanform · 4 years

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Midas

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: Romantic Loceit, Background Platonic Logincality

Summary: Greek myth tells of King Midas who could turn anything he touched to gold. Damian hates New Years but when his friends drag him to a party, he meets a man makes everything around him just a little better.

Warnings (in order of strength): A lot of drinking/alcohol mentions/partying (none underage), Mild language throughout, (please tell me if anything needs to be added)

Genre: Fluff, Mild Angst with a happy ending, Human (college) AU

A/N: Deceit’s name is Damian in this fic :) ALSO I know there’s quite a few younger kids in this fandom and if you’re reading this (first of all, hi I love you) please please PLEASE do not take this fic as an inspiration to abuse alcohol. Underaged drinking/partying can be extremely dangerous. Ok enough being serious!! I hope you enjoy! Love you all 🖤✨

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Damian wasn’t a fan of New Years. It shouldn’t mean anything- he knew that. It was just another random day; the fact that people liked to put special significance on it didn’t actually do anything.

But all the talk of new times got into his head, made him think. It made him think about how many things had changed- the friends he had lost, the goals he had once held dear now thrown away. It made him think about how little he had grown- the bitterness he held onto, the stagnation that had settled across him. He was in his third year of grad-school; soon he would be shoved out into the real world with no academic purpose to shelter him.

“New Year, New Me.” Damian didn’t even know who he was.

If there was one thing he hated more than New Years, it was New Years parties. He would go so far as to say the things were the bane of his existence. The music was bad, people got loud and overly exuberant, and strobe lights were used were used far more than ever reasonable. Alcohol always floated around with disturbing prevalence. He hated how fuzzy it made his head- throwing off his balance and slowing his thoughts- but at least it made the party easier to handle.

Damian threw back a shot of cheap, bight blue tequila and winced as it hit the back of his throat. Disgusting. Just because he was trying to get drunk didn’t mean he lacked class.

He set the glass down on a table behind him so he could pretend he hadn’t touched the repulsive thing. He was sitting on a sofa tucked against the back corner of a living room in a house he had never been to before. Next to him, someone was already passed out. They would be starting their new year with a killer hangover.

Across the room, he could see the friends who had dragged him to the houseparty. Roman and Patton were dancing in a crowd of other students, broad grins painted across both of their faces. At least they were happy.

A young man weaved his way through the crowd and threw himself onto the sofa next to Damian with a mixture of disdain and defeat. Damian had seen him around a few times; they had a philosophy class together the last semester. What was his name? Lucas? Landon? Bradon?

“Hey,” Lu-nd-on elbowed him in the side, “You want some champagne?”

Damian raised an eyebrow as he turned to face the man, “Excuse me?”

He pulled a bottle of champagne from somewhere in his coat. The gold foil at the top was already ripped away and he popped the cork off with ease, taking a swig before offering it.

Damian tried not to stare incredulously, but it was a difficult task when his brain was short-circuiting, “Did you just drink out of a champagne bottle like it was a beer?”

“Sure. Why not.”

Damian reached out hesitantly to take the bottle. He was beginning to doubt that this actually was the guy he had shared a class with. That one looked like the type who wouldn’t have been caught dead at a party. The only similarity was the way they dressed- round wireframe glasses, a corduroy jacket over a black button down, and black skinny jeans. His hair- dark brown and pulled into a long ponytail- was the same too.

“Did- did we have a class together?” He took a drink. It was good- expensively good.

“Historical philosophy. You probably don’t remember me- my name’s Logan. You’re Damian, right?”

“Yep. I hear I’m kind of hard to forget,” Damian waved his hand at the dark red birthmark that stretched messily across the left side of his face.

“No. Well, yes. That is, I remember you for a different reason.”

Logan stared at him like he was supposed to understand what that meant. Damian stared back, hoping to convey the fact that he, in no way, understood what was going on.

“So, uh,” Damian searched for something to keep the conversation going, “can I ask about the champagne?”

“You’re asking why I have it?”

Damian nodded, “I am, yeah. Also why you pulled it out of your jacket?”

“As for the first question: people seem to have made a tradition out of getting wasted on New Years Eve and I decided to join them this year.”

Damian had never heard someone speak so matter of factly about getting drunk. He shook his head, laughing, “So you bought an entire bottle of champagne? There are easier methods, you know that right?”

“If you’re referring to the blue monstrosity everyone keeps offering, please know that I’m not a heathen.”

“Oh, so you tried one of those awful things too?”

Logan rolled his eyes with a ruthful smile, “I may have made that mistake.”

Damian handed the bottle back to Logan who took another drink before locking his gaze on Damian’s eyes. He stared like there was a problem in them and he just couldn’t figure out how to solve it. Damian was used to people staring, but not like this. Usually, they would take one look at him and their eyes would glaze over. Whatever the conversation might be, they would always be partially focused on the splatters some god had painted on his face long before he had a say in the matter. It wasn’t that Damian disliked his birthmark. He just hated the way people always saw it instead of him.

But Logan. He was looking at him. Into him, through him. He had no idea what to do with that.

Damian laughed nervously, “What are you looking at?”

Logan cleared his throat and stared out into the crowd, “Anyways I had it in my jacket because these people are all animals and I’d prefer they didn’t rob me of my 35 dollar champagne.”

Logan had handed him the bottle back and Damian choked on the mouthful he had been trying to drink, “I’m sorry, what? So let me get this right: you bought a champagne bottle which is worth more than I usually spend on food for a week. And now you are sharing it with me of all people?”

“Why not you of all people?”

Logan was staring at him again like answers to all of these riddles were obvious.

Damian blinked back, feeling more lost than he had in years. Even that stupid Advanced Geometry course he had decided to take in his freshman year hadn’t screwed him over this badly. Maybe the alcohol was finally getting to him. It would explain why he couldn’t hold a single coherent thought and why he was so hypnotized by the pale freckles that dusted Logan’s nose and cheekbones. They were so light they nearly melted into his skin and seemed to be phasing in and out off existence as the dim lighting played against Logan’s face. He had never noticed them before. Then again, he had never gotten this close before. It was a shame; Logan was mesmerizing. Damian wished he could get closer.

“So what are you going to do after we get out of here?”

It took Damian a moment to realize Logan was asking about a career and not what he would be doing after the party once they left- apparently together. That would have been strange; it was weird his brain even jumped to that conclusion. Maybe he should stop drinking that damn champagne.

He sighed as his mind returned to the actual question. He wanted to make something up, hide behind a lie of certainty and determination. But it was too much work to weave that fabrication together. Especially on the spot. Especially with how his head was feeling. Especially in front of Logan. He hung his head, “Honestly I have no clue. I’ve always been interested in social sciences but beyond that... no plan, no clue.”

A beat of silence played out between them.

“So what about you?” The forced brightness in his voice tasted fake and bitter in his mouth.

“I want to teach sciences,” Logan’s eyes glittered.

“A college professor, huh? I could definitely see it,” Logan handed him the bottle and Damian threw yet another swallow back. Didn’t he say he was going to stop?

“High school level, actually.”

“Really? That doesn’t seem-“ Damian pointed at the champagne bottle in an attempt to remind Logan of what a bougie, extra bitch he was, “ -sophisticated enough for you.”

Logan shrugged, “I kind of have a fascination with high schoolers-“

“Ok, that’s creepy.”

“Not like that! I mean the culture, the slang, the way it’s its own little society interacting within a larger one!” Logan’s face had split into a grin as he talked, waving his hands excitedly.

Damian didn’t even resist urge to smile back. Seeing Logan like this, well, there was something contagious about it. He couldn’t help but feel slightly in awe of the passion he saw in Logan, “You really like this stuff, don’t you?”

Logan nodded vigorously, “Do you know the new word high schoolers today have invented and are using?”

“Hmm?” Damian prompted. Anything to keep Logan talking like this. Damian wasn’t sure why he wanted to keep Logan talking. It had something to do with the way warmth was spreading out from his core in a way that was far gentler than anything drinks could do.

“Yeet.”

In the adjoining room Damian could see two groups standing on opposite tables chanting “Yeet, Yeet, Yeet, Yeet” as they tossed a smaller student (who looked like they were having the time of their life) back and forth.

“Uhh, I think college kids use that too,” Damian didn’t want to burst Logan’s bubble but he felt like he was losing his mind. At any moment he was going to start cackling.

Logan paused, giving him a pointed stare, “Maybe you do.”

Damian broke. He collapsed forward, glad he had handed the bottle back as he wrapped his arms around his shaking body. He could hardly breathe but he couldn’t stop laughing either. His head was light and buzzing warmly. It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling, but as tears started streaming out of his eyes, he knew he was officially drunk. Who gave a shit? That had been his goal, right?

He fell all the way down, letting his head land on Logan’s knee. He still couldn’t stop laughing even though it had developed solely into wheezes at that point.

Damian felt a hesitant hand tap on his back before actually settling there, “Are you ok?”

Damian sat up and wiped away the tears that had gathered at the corners of his eyes, “Bro, you’re so judgmental.”

Logan’s face shifted from concern into a scowl, “Oh. Sorry.”

The heavy bass of whatever song was playing took over the space between them. Damian kept thinking about destroying that gap. All he would have to do would be lean over, rest himself against Logan, maybe fall asleep. Maybe it was the overpriced buzz in his head talking, but he felt safe around Logan.

Out of the blue, Logan stood up, adjusting the hem of his jacket as he turned to face Damian, “Well, I won’t be bothering you anymore. Maybe I’ll see you around campus sometime. You can finish that if you want.”

Damian looked down by his feet where Logan was pointing to the champagne bottle, “Wait, I don’t understand. You’re leaving? Where?”

Logan glanced around, looking anywhere but Damian’s face. Damian was used to that but this felt different. Logan was different. At least under usual circumstances, he knew why people so adamantly refused to acknowledge his existence. He made them uncomfortable; he didn’t like it, but he got it. Here, he was absolutely clueless.

Logan finally managed to make eye contact. He was trying for a smile but as an expert liar, Damian could see straight through to the grimace beneath, “Oh, I’m sure I’ll find someone else who will tolerate my presence for a few moments.”

“Hey,” Damian acted on impulse. After all, Logan’s hand was just hanging there. It was far too empty. And at the moment, reaching forward to grab Logan’s wrist was Damian’s only way to insure that Logan wouldn’t walk away. He knew Logan was a smart guy and would probably see his honeyed whines as deception, but he had to try, “You’re really just going to get me drunk and then ditch me? Who knows what could happen?”

Logan’s eyebrows creased but he didn’t say anything. He looked like he was in pain, eyes sharp and teeth clenched behind a grimace. It was enough to make Damian drop his hand.

“Logan, it’s entirely your choice but if you would like to stay with me, I would enjoy that very much,” Truth wasn’t his strong suit, but he figured it was worth a try.

Logan squinted at him, confused or at least doubtful, “I thought you disliked my judgmental attitude.”

Damian groaned, “Dude... I didn’t mean it like that. I thought it was funny. I think you’re funny.”

“Oh,” Logan looked like he was having a hard time processing Damian’s words. It made him wonder just how many of those tequila shots Logan had thrown back before walking over. He had to be drunk. It was the only way to explain why he was acting so strange.

Damian reached out again and slowly pulled Logan back. He was hesitant but didn’t resist. Logan sat down next to Damian as if he didn’t understand his own actions. His eyes picked Damian apart like he was looking for the fine print.

“You’re sure you don’t mind me?” Logan’s expression was completely open. He was looking for the truth and Damian didn’t think he’d be able to lie if he wanted to. It was a good thing he didn’t need to.

He smiled, “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Oh. Ok,” Logan settled back into the couch but his eyebrows were still weaved together. Apparently his programs finished running because he suddenly turned to Damian, grinning brightly, “I’m glad.”

Damian smiled back. He was happy to see Logan with that sparkle back, if a little confused as to how he had caused it, “You’re glad... I don’t mind you?”

Logan nodded, “Some people think I’m a little strange.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Damian winced and tried to rush out his next words, “Not, like, I think you’re strange- I think you’re really cool. I just mean people think I’m strange too.”

Damian swore he could map constellations in the stars floating in Logan’s eyes, “You think I’m cool?”

He shrugged, “I mean, yeah. You always seem to have it all together and you have determination and goals and it’s so obvious that you’re going to reach them. That passion is rare to see any more. I mean, I don’t have any of that. You don’t know how much I looked up to you in that class.”

Logan blinked at him like a deer in headlights for a moment before he began frowning, “But you’re incorrect.”

Damian looked up from where had been trying to see how much champagne was left in the bottle, “What do you mean?”

“You obviously have passion. You always had points to bring up during discussions and it was clear you had deep interest in the topics. You don’t know how in awe of you I was. You always found the least likely angle to take and still managed to make a convincing argument,” Logan took the bottle out of Damian’s frozen hands and took a drink, “It was art.”

Damian opened his mouth but all memory of speech had escape him. He looked away, trying to find something safe to stare at while he tried to gather his thoughts. His head was full of fragments, dulled glass shards that floated through fog and bumped against the edges of his mind. It hurt to try to put them all back together into one piece.

So Logan had noticed him in that class. And had remembered him; quite clearly it seemed. Except the way he was talking... nobody had ever spoken to Damian that way before. He was tempted to ask Logan if he had mistaken him for someone else.

He found his eyes wandering down to the space between them. More accurately, he was staring at how little space there was between them. When Logan had sat down the second time, he had done so right next to Damian. Like, right next to him. Now their legs were pressed together, hips and knees bumping together every time one of them shifted. Damian marveled at the fact that he hadn’t noticed before.

“Damian?” He looked up into Logan’s concerned face. God, they were so close, “Are you ok? Your eyes kinda glazed over.”

Damian laughed. It sounded breathy and far away, “Yeah, I’m good.”

From another room, someone started yelling, “LAST 15 MINUTES OF THE YEAR!!”

Logan squinted down at his watch before glaring in the direction of the voice, “There’s only five minutes left.”

Damian chuckled, watching the lines of Logan’s frown as he grimaced at the sea of people around them. There was something endearing about the blunt disdain Logan had for the idiots around them. It was nice to know he didn’t fit into that group, that he had- by some miracle- managed to fit into Logan’s bubble.

“So... you usually celebrate New Years like this?” Logan had suddenly become quite fidgety, wringing his hands in his lap. Damian tried to ignore it. He was having a hard enough time working on his own thoughts; he couldn’t even begin picking apart Logan’s thoughts.

Damian shook his head, “You mean a party? Nah, I usually don’t even celebrate. What about you?”

“Same. I don’t generally go to parties at all.”

Ah, so Damian’s original impression had been correct, “So what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Logan deftly avoided the question with a smirk. Damn, he was good at this.

Damian rolled his eyes, “Some friends dragged me here. Now you tell me what a straight-laced nerd like you is doing in a place like this.”

Logan snorted, “Don’t remember the last time anyone described me as straight- anything.”

“What?”

Damian wanted to shake his head like a dog getting out of water. Maybe then, the pieces would fall into some sort of pattern he could recognize. So Logan wasn’t straight. Why did that make him so happy?

He ran his hands through his hair and tried to gain some composure, “Ok, so what is someone like you doing in a place like this?”

Logan looked out across the crowd, his mouth a tight line. On the other side of the room someone took a running start and flung themselves on a pool table that had currently been in use. The thing cracked in half.

“I was-,” Logan paused, hands tapping quickly against his leg, “-convinced.”

Damian raised an eyebrow, “I’ve never heard someone talk so ominously about going to a party; what is that even supposed to mean?”

Logan winced. His hands were doing full cardio now, clenching into fists over and over again, “I was told someone was going to be here. I just really wanted the chance to talk to him again.”

“But you’ve only talked to me.”

“Yes,” Logan gave him that stare again like Come on, dude, the puzzle pieces are right there- just put them together. He rubbed his eyes in his hands, “Maybe this was a mistake. I didn’t mean to get you drunk. I thought you’d still be able to figure out-“

Click.

Damian’s mouth fell, “Wait, I’m the one you wanted to talk to?”

Logan gave him a small smile. It was the first time Damian had seen him look unsure of himself, “Well, yeah.”

“Oh,” Damian’s head was swimming. He could have blamed it on the champagne or how late it was or the way the lighting had began strobing, flickering between bright neon shades. But he knew that wasn’t it. He couldn’t lie this time- not even to himself.

Logan’s eyes were wide, staring into Damian. Not into his eyes- him. It was unnerving in the best way possible. The shifting light played across his irises, making them every colour of the rainbow.

“Is that ok?”

Logan’s voice startled him back to the present. He had leaned forward, supposedly to be heard above the shouting that had started. Amongst all of the raised voices, Logan’s had only gotten lower. His breath played against Damian’s ear.

Damian looked up, startled slightly but smiling, “Yeah, yeah, that’s good. That’s great.”

Logan smiled, “Yeah? Great?”

He was definitely leaning forward.

Damian huffed out a sigh but smiled even wider, “Shut up. I’m pretty sure you’re drunk.”

Logan scoffed, “And you’re not? You’re a total lightweight.”

“Shut up.”

“TEN!”

The entire house shook as the ridiculous number of students began screaming in unison

“You know, it’s also tradition to kiss someone on New Years,” Logan looked infuriatingly smug.

“NINE!”

Damian usually hated this part, everyone around him creating one huge voice- everyone but him.

Damian raised an eyebrow, “Are you asking to kiss me?”

“EIGHT!”

What he always hated most was the way the entire world seemed to be celebrating- without him. The whole damn planet filled with joy for one tiny moment and he could never figure out why.

Logan smiled like the Cheshire Cat- except the Cheshire Cat had just won the lottery, “Maybe.”

“SEVEN!”

At this point, his heart rate usually would have been spiking, feeling the pressure of “new opportunities” pressing all their expectant eyes on him.

Damian laughed, “Did you come over to talk to me just so you could get a kiss tonight?”

“SIX!”

There was always a part of Damian that would scorn him for not being happy, question why he had turned out to be such a sad, useless lump while everyone else was happily looking forward to the future.

“No,” Logan set his jaw like a stubborn toddler, “I came over here to talk to you so I could get a kiss from you tonight.”

“FIVE!”

No matter what he did, the New Year would plague him. His whole apartment complex would rattle as chanting counted down. The first hours of the year would often find Damian wandering through empty streets, desperate to escape the celebration.

Logan slid his hand onto Damian’s knee, “So can I? Kiss you?”

“FOUR!”

The whole event was just one monstrous reminder. It was an ugly mar on the calendar that whispered Look at all the things you’ve ruined. Look at how far you’ve fallen. Look at how little your future holds.

Damian nodded dumbly. His heart was pounding in his ears.

“THREE!”

New Year made him think of his parents. He always put on a bright mask for them, feeding them lies of empty aspirations and opportunities that didn’t exist. How would they feel to know their son was barreling headfirst into a dead end?

Damian was learning he didn’t need alcohol; Logan was intoxicating enough. The shine in his eyes, the self-satisfied tug to his lips, the way he kept getting closer and closer- it made Damian’s thoughts slow to a halt and everything around him lose focus.

“TWO!”

Every year, the day after would be exactly like the day before. Everyone else seemed to be determined to make themselves better. As much as he searched, Damian could never find the ways to change. New Years was usually taunting, reminding him that he would always be broken and would never be able to fix himself.

Logan’s hands played across his chest, smoothed over his shoulder, ran through his hair. His eyes found Damian’s soul. Damian couldn’t remember how to breathe.

“ONE!!”

Damian had always hated New Years.

Logan leaned all the way forward and his lips were on Damian’s. It was deeper than Damian was expecting, both of their mouths slightly open. Logan kept surging forward with his whole body, destroying the few inches left between them. Damian happily followed his lead, mindlessly falling into synchronous rhythm as Logan kept moving his lips. Except it wasn’t just his lips; Logan kissed with his whole body. He leaned against Damian and his hands were always roaming, leaving little touches as they danced over Damian’s body.

Sure, Damian had kissed other guys before. But he was pretty sure this was the first time anyone had kissed him.

One of Logan’s hands found its way to Damian’s face. His fingers tapped lightly across his birthmark. Damian remembered the kids who stared without shame, the eyes that would dart away as soon as they saw him, the way he could never hold a conversation without his birthmark joining as an unwanted guest star. Logan hadn’t done any of that. Damian had no words to describe what that man was but he liked it.

Damian broke away, completely out of breath. He had no idea how long they had been kissing- it could have been hours for all he knew- but his lungs didn’t have the same luxury of losing track.

Logan’s chest was heaving as it pressed against Damian’s side. His eyes were wide and glazed, staring a million miles away.

“Hey, Logan?”

Logan’s eyes regained their sharp focus. He smiled brightly, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

“You’re a dork. But really,” Damian sighed, “thank you.”

Logan gave him a puzzled smile, “What for?”

“I’m pretty sure this is the first New Year I’ve ever actually enjoyed,” Damian snuggled himself closer to Logan, smiling when he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders.

Logan spoke with measured, careful words, “If you like, we could, you know, make our own New Years tradition out of this.”

Damian could feel his eyelids falling and rising every time he blinked like the great velvet currents of a theatre. They were heavy and he was warm and his head was a vague haze. He yawned widely and wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist, “I don’t think we have to wait until New Year to do this again.”

He fell asleep listening to Logan stuttering out some happy response. Maybe New Years wasn’t so bad.

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chromemist · 4 years

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Patrol Nights: 1st Instance

Series: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing: Vipernette

Rating: straight up nsfw

Warnings: Vouyerism

Inspired by everyone on the LBSC server. I’m probably gonna make more of these. Please take head of the warnings. If you don’t like it, you are in no way obligated to read it. If you do read it, enjoy it! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

Viperion and Chat Noir both lighted on the rooftop at the same time, a soft sshink coming from Chat’s baton as he retracted it. Viperion looked over at the young cat and sighed. Chat Noir had the same pinched look on his face the entire night, and Viperion was really starting to get tired of it. He had hoped that after four years of watching the cat superhero get turned down, he’d grow up and get a clue. But even after all this time, Hawkmoth mysteriously disappearing, and Chat bragging about a girlfriend, he still wouldn’t give up. While it wasn’t as often and as annoying as it had once been, it still happened.

“Sorry this is boring you Chat. But look on the bright side. No crime!” Viperion tried for a pleasant conversation. Chat Noir only sighed, his shoulders and ears sagging.

“Yeah, it would’ve been a perfect night to talk to Ladybug. No offense Viperion. You’re a great teammate to have in a fight, but I definitely don’t want to be hanging out with you.”

Viperion rolled his eyes and walked to the edge of the building. He leaned on it, facing away from the grumpy cat and took his lyre off his back. He idly strummed it while addressing Chat Noir as calmly as he could.

“Ladybug asked us to patrol for the night. We all have our Miraculous now, and we all need to step up and do our part. It’s not just you and Ladybug anymore.” Viperion heard a rough intake of breath from behind him before Chat joined him at the ledge. “She’s been really stressed out lately. She needs a break. That’s where the rest of us come in. We can give her that moment of rest.”

Chat narrowed his eyes at him. “How can you tell she’s stressed?”

Viperion smiled wryly. “I’m the observant one, remember? It’s my job to watch.” He kept strumming calmly as Chat continued to stare at him. Viperion knew Chat was always worried he or Bunnix would discover Ladybug’s identity before Chat himself found out. Even though Bunnix had yelled at him that ’this wasn’t a competition Chat! We’re your ‘get out of death free’ card’, he still couldn’t shake old habits.

The cat just signed again and shook his head though. “Well anyway, it doesn’t look like anything’s happening. I’m calling it a night.” He said and hopped up on the ledge, preparing his baton to launch himself. He looked over his shoulder at Viperion. “You packing up for the night?”

Viperion considered going back to his apartment briefly. “I think I might stay out a bit longer. It’s a nice night.”

“Ooh? Got anywhere specific you’re going?” Chat wheedled, a smug grin on his face. Viperion snorted in response.

“It’s just nice out, and I don’t want to be inside my apartment right now. But if you’re asking if I have a girlfriend then no. Speaking of though, shouldn’t you be getting back to yours? What’s her name again? Marinette, right?” Viperion tried to keep his emotions in check, tried to keep the jealousy from leaking through. He knew Marinette wasn’t seeing anyone, but he couldn’t help being a tiny bit jealous over how much attention Chat Noir got.

Viperion was an adult. The oldest on the team. He should be past all this petty jealous teenage bull. But yet, whenever Marinette was concerned… ’Eventually I’ll learn my lesson…’ he thought.

“Marinette’s just a friend.” Chat said airley, almost automatically, like he’d said it a million times before. And hasn’t he heard that before? She’s just a friend. We’re only friends. You’re a good friend Luka… Viperion only sighed as Chat gave him his signature two fingered salute and leapt into the night.

Viperion watched him bounce away, the slight irritation ebbing away the farther the cat got. Once Chat Noir was completely gone, Viperion too leapt into the night, his lyre still in one hand. But he didn’t head home, just as he was planning to do. Instead he aimed for a certain bakery. Marinette had been so stressed this week, so stopping in to check on her would probably be welcomed. She liked all the heros well enough. And since Chat wasn’t going to visit her…

Moments later, Viperion quietly landed among all the furniture of Marinette’s balcony. He noticed the skylight above where she kept her bed was open. Thinking she was up and wanted some fresh air, he quietly made his way over, bringing his lyre up in both hands. He was about to start strumming again, to let her know he was there without spooking her, when he stopped dead in his tracks.

A noise, like shuffling sheets, came from the open skylight. ’Maybe she’s asleep already? I don’t want to wake-’ Viperion’s eyes widened behind his mask as another sound floated up from the skylight, completely freezing him in place. A low moan, in Marinette’s sweet, musical voice. ’Maybe she’s in pain?’ he thought, torn between hoping for that and hoping she wasn’t hurt. While he never wanted to wish harm on her, the alternative would be-

“Oooh yes… Right there…” Was quietly moaned and dashed all his hopes of leaving without ever hearing Marinette’s sweet moans of pleasure. In the four plus years of knowing her, he’d heard her make so many different kinds of noises. These though… These he’d always hoped, dreamed, he’d hear face to face, if she ever looked at him as Luka that way. He shouldn’t, couldn’t stay. He needed to leave, give her the privacy she thought she had, and take a very long, very cold shower.

“Luka, please…” Viperion stopped dead in his tracks once more. ’Wait, what?’ He looked down at himself and yeah, his suit was still on. And no one was popping up out of the skylight. Which meant…

’Is.. Is she imagining me?’ His brain screeched to a halt over that thought. Did not pass Go. Did not collect 200 dollars. His head turned without his permission towards the opening though when he heard more shuffling and a longer moan.

“Luka, your hands…” Her breathy voice floated up. His own responded by gripping into the sides of his lyre tightly. The low sound of skin brushing skin met his ears. “I love your rough hands on me. Please touch me?” He heard her beg him in her fantasy.

’I need to leave!’ his mind shrieked at himsekf in his head. The rest of his body was not keen on listening though, as his feet silently led him to the darkened corner where he could peer down at her. ’This is wrong and I’m horrible for staying, why am I staying?’ But his hormones and repressed feelings won out. Viperion knew he’d feel disgusted with himself and incredibly guilty later. But for now… Now he peered over the edge of the skylight, and saw one of the most beautiful sights ever. He brought his lyre up to his mouth and bit into a side to keep from making any noise. Oh, Sass was going to give him so much shit for this…

Moonlight bathed Marinette in it’s light, highlighting just how very naked she was. Her head was turned away from his position, but he could see her one visible eye was closed and her mouth was parted open on another panting moan. Her unbound hair was draped over her pillow and oh how he could write songs just from that view alone. His eyes traveled down her body, and it only got better.

One of her small hands was cupping a breast, rolling the puckered peak between two fingers. As she did, she praised Luka on how well his calloused fingers rubbed her. A jolt of pleasure shot through Viperion’s body and ’well that’s a thing I didn’t know I liked.’ He shifted quietly on his feet, the motion finally bringing attention to his rapidly hardening cock. Oh yeah, Sass was definitely going to give him shit for this.

Another low moan from Marinette brought his attention back to her. Viperion chewed on the curved tip of the lyre as his eyes followed her other hand, down her body. She splayed her fingers over her belly and slowly dragged them down, though dark curls, and gently pushed one thigh apart from the other. Viperion swallowed hard as her other thigh dropped open, baring her completely to him. She ran her hand lightly up and down her inner thigh, fingertips just barely teasing a fold. Desire coursed through him as he listened to Marinette plead with him, with Luka, to touch her.

“Please Luka, please touch me there. I can’t take much more of this!”

’Neither can I.’ He answered in his head.

Marinette moved her fingers down slowly, until finally pushing into her lips. She groaned out a yes and her back arched beautifully as she dipped her fingers into her waiting hole. Viperion almost moaned out loud when he heard the wet squelching noise coming from between her legs. Marinette pumped her fingers a few times, coating the digits liberally. She moved her now soaked fingers up to her clit, taking it between her thumb and pointer and rubbing. She tossed her head back, facing straight up. Her eyes still clenched shut thank God for that and her mouth opened wide, she panted and whined for him. She swirled her fingers around herself while her other hand gripped her breast tightly.

Viperion always imagined he’d go slow and gentle with her if he ever got the chance. He wanted to show her how much he loved and cared for her in every way possible. But if she wanted it a little rough as well, he would absolutely do that for her. One hand let go of his lyre and immediately latched onto the prominent bulge in his suit. He squeezed himself, hoping that he wouldn’t make any noise to alert her of her audience.

“Luka, I need more. Please, I need your cock in me!”

Pure lust slammed into him and he squeezed his throbbing member hard, trying to stave off the orgasm that wanted to rip through him. Never had he ever heard Marinette say anything remotely nasty or use actual cuss words. But here she was, pleading for him to ’fuck me with your hard cock.’ He was going to die of blood loss to the brain. Sass was going to have to apologize for him. He knew she had only been Multimouse a handful of times, but she knew what a kwami was. She could take his Miraculous off his dead body and give it back to Ladybug.

Viperion was brought back to the present as he watched her release her chest and, reaching back up under the pillow, brought out a very familiar shape. ’Oh shit, yes baby please.’ he encouraged in his mind as she dragged the toy down her body. She moved her fingers from her clit to spread her folds apart. He bit the lyre even harder as she first teased her wet hole. She dragged the tip from her hole, to her clit, and back, before pushing only the head inside.

Viperion inhaled sharply at the same time as Marinette, her back arching again as she lightly pumped the tip in and out. “Please don’t tease me!”

’Only if you’re good.’ came unbidden in his head, surprising himself at the thought.

“I’ll be good, I promise Luka!” She cried, startling Viperion badly, thinking he had said that out loud. But the lyre was still stuffed in his mouth, and she had said Luka’s name. A quick check confirmed her eyes were still closed, still lost in her fantasy. Viperion let out a slow breath of relief. He felt like a cold bucket of water had been dumped over him. Maybe that was a sign that it was time to go.

But before he could move away, she cried out his name loudly, followed by “ah, that’s so good!” His eyes snapped back to her. Her head was tossed to the side again, her chest heaving with labored breaths. Her hips rotated back and forth along with the dildo now buried inside her. Marinette cried out again as she pulled it halfway out, before pushing it back in.

“Faster Luka, faster!” She pleaded. Her hand obeyed, pumping the toy in and out of her at an increased rate. She took her clit between her fingers again and squeezed in time with her thrusts. Marinette cried out and moaned loudly as her hips rose off the mattress, her toes curling in the sheets. “Almost… Almost…”

Viperion once again had to squeeze himself in order to stop himself from cumming just as her orgasm hit her. Her choked off moan ended in her sighing out his name once more in reverent bliss. He could see the pleasurable shudders still wracking her body as she milked herself through the last dregs of her orgasm.

’Time to go!’ he thought as she lowered her body and her eyes began to open. Quietly and quickly as he could, Viperion made it to the edge of her balcony and inelegantly launched himself to the next rooftop. Running along the rooftops of Paris with a hard-on was not an experience he thought he’d have, and never wanted it again .

He barely made it back to his apartment, thanking his lucky stars he was able to afford a place by himself. Viperion barreled through his open balcony doors before slamming it and his blinds closed.

“Sass, scales rest!” He cried out while running down the hallway to his bathroom. As the light around him faded, Luka kept running, shucking off his clothes as he went. “Not a word Sass!” He yelled before slamming the bathroom door closed.

Sass was definitely, definitely going to give him shit for this. But only after Luka was satiated. It wasn’t until sometime later, much, much later that Luka emerged from the bathroom. He was very tempted to just go to his room and pass out after all his exertion, but the quiet apartment unnerved him just a little. Sass was a very quiet kwami, but even he made noise. So, tugging up his boxers, Luka went in search of his little snake friend.

Thankfully, Luka found him quickly, sitting in the kitchen counter and taping at Luka’s cell phone screen. The little kwami flicked his eyes up at his holder as Luka came into the room and grinned, fangs on full display.

“Not tonight Sass. I’m still punch drunk from what happened. Not a word please?” He asked.

“I would not dream of it, masssster.” Sass replied. Luka smiled in gratitude and turned to head to his bedroom. But before he could get too far, he heard the tap of a flipper against the screen and music suddenly filled the room.

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof

You saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya

“SASS!”

“I did not sssay anything!”

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youralternantpersonality · 4 years

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Enduring Love

Paul x Reader: Enduring Love

Part 1: Eternal Love

Part 2: Everlasting Love

Part 3: Endless Love

Part 4: Enduring Love

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Your POV

It’s getting hotter and hotter by the second. I don’t know if I can handle this any longer. At some point, I realized that I am currently naked running on the steaming hot ground looking for a point that is cool enough for me to rest. Or at least a way out of this misery. Trees are falling and fires are consuming the forest. I gave up on trying to find a way out. It was no use, I’m stuck. All I can do is find a way around this hell.

I keep running until I see it. The big tree. The center of the forest that has been my safe place the whole time I have been here. Looking at it, it seems like the only normal place here. Where I don’t have to struggle; somewhere comfortable until everything calms down.

I reach my tree and I can rest, but only for a minute. Out of nowhere, I could feel the roots of the tree become warmer and hotter than the rest of the forest. I figure, my last hope is to climb. I have no way out or around this place. There’s no exit, no Snout, and I am alone. I cry and plead for help as I climb up this tree with what little strength I have. When I get to the top, I can see the forest, and all I saw was red and orange flames. Smoke consuming everything, and no possible way out. It was in my last seconds I remember what the beautiful lady told me.

“…you’ll be given two choices soon. Make sure you choose the right one. Your life depends on it.”

“Your life will depend on it…”

I can easily assume that she is talking about this situation. And honestly, all I want is the pain to stop. I’m too tired to fight, but too scared to stop. As the fire gets closer and closer to me, the branch holding me starts to break. I climb to the highest point and make my decision.

Paul’s POV

It’s been two and a half days already. I want this to end now! Edward was supposed to be able to read her, but apparently, he can’t. She’s still breathing, her eyes are involuntarily moving around, but there’s no active response in her. Not a damn thing. As the hours go on, I am eventually put in my place on what happened a few days ago that put us in this position. That put the love of my life in her position.

The evening of the Accident: August 24th

Y/n, Emily, Kim, and Clair were all in the kitchen making dinner while the guys and I were in the living room playing on the PS5. I had got up to go to the bathroom and on my way back I saw Y/n/n phone light up to see, no other than, Alice Cullen calling her. What the hell would that leech be calling Y/n/n for? And why does she have her number saved? I grab the phone and before I can answer I hear Y/n come up behind me.

“Hey babe!” she runs up to me. As soon as she sees my face she stops and her smile drops. “Babe? Are you ok?”

“Why is that leech calling you?” the house goes quiet. She looks to her phone just as the call ends, rolls her eyes, and nonchalantly says,

“It’s just Alice. I ran into her and Bella at the mall to pick out some last-minute gifts for the baby shower.”

“But why do you have her number saved! What are you? Buddy-buddy with them now?!” she tilts her head to the side, squints her eyes, her nose flairs, and heat radiates from her.

“And if I am?” she states calmly. “not once did they ever hurt nor touch me. And if I don’t fucking recall, they don’t feed off humans.”

“One snap and you could have been dead!”

“And that doesn’t apply to you too?! Seriously Paul! Alice helped me pick out some great stuff for Em and Sam’s baby shower, Christmas presents, oh, and your birthday! What evil person does that! Cause last time I checked, you guys sure love that PS5 Alice saw come out and hinted to me for us to preorder it for you guys!? Should I take that back and get the money back? Because I’ll easily do it.”

“No... Ouch! Jared.”

“Shut up Quil!”

“THEY COULD STILL HURT YOU! I don’t want you talking to them again!”

“Hell no! Last time I checked, I don’t have to ask you who I should or shouldn’t be friends with! I can make my judgment!”

“See, this is why I wish I would have never imprinted, especially on someone like you! Why can’t you just listen?!” I say. In that second, you can hear a pin drop. The words flew out before I could stop them. Usually, I have control over what I say in our argument, but this time, I couldn’t.

“Wow…Bet.” Y/n said. Fuck. I groan and follow her outside.

“Paul!” Sam calls out to me

“It’s fine Sam, the truth comes out one way or another. Snout, let’s go, baby!” Y/n walks out the front door and towards her car. I reach out to grab her hand that was holding Snout’s leash. It slips and Snout runs towards and into the woods across the street. Y/n runs after Snout, and everything goes in slow motion. Not paying attention to the truck coming, her body slammed by a truck speeding by and she instantly hit and crack her skull on the asphalt. I run to her hold her in my arms until the ambulance comes as her life slips away. And that when my life came to a stop. All I hear is sirens from a distance and the feeling of warm thick liquid dripping onto my skin and clothes.

EMT’s come and try to take her from my arms, but I resist until Sam and Jared make me let go. I watch as they strap the love of my life to the gurney and put her inside of the truck.

“Shit,” Brady said. I look over and see Snout, dead, next to the truck's tire. His leash got caught against something and dragged him, snapping his neck. I can’t help but lose it at that point. Before I’m aware of doing so, I try to run, but I’m stopped by Embry. The cops want to talk to me and ask what happened. Somehow, I was able to answer some of the questions, but I could feel myself breaking down as I tell them what happened.

Thus, leading us up to here.

Present-day: September 2nd

I could hear it—the final heartbeats. Carlisle and Edward rushed in as we listened to the final intake of breath and the thumping of her heart. After the last one, we’ll know which path she decided to take.

Thump-thump

…Flatline….

My Love

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reddogf13 · 3 years

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Scarlet marks ch4

Pennywise x Beverly

summery: who knew she would end up here? Beverly, having started her work in fashion as a young bright secretary under the older tom Rogan. now forced to sexually serve slimy old politicians under toms vicious grip for power and money. forced into following toms political flock to Derry. she runs into a familiar face, wearing a silver clown suit, out on a special hunt. (mainly smut

status: In progress

rated: M - fowl language, gore, and sex scenes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

previous chap: Scarlet marks ch 3

next chap: Scarlet marks ch 5

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~ch:4 New arrangements~

“you've been gone for a while. Saw you on the TV with Tom.” his words not meaning to, but making her feel somewhat guilty. “what's going on?”

“sorry, toms been keeping me lately. Gotta keep up the views for reporters and the like. As well as always more business meetings. Tom just set up another one when ever these old goats are ready to head upstairs.” quietly pretending to wretch so nobody will hear her. His relaxed body stiffening at hearing she'd have to serve a bunch of old men.

“we can runaway to go somewhere else.” he smiled in tempting her. “Nobody's looking, it'll be easy.”

she thought about it, but shook her head in refusal. “not that easy. Tom would be pissed knowing I ran off when “I know better” to skip a meeting.” swallowing down her nerves in preparation for what she had to say. “i cant keep visiting you all the time. Tom wont allow it and were getting too comfortable around each other.” a deep pain hitting her chest as he turned disappointed. “it wont last forever, Tom could have me packing up tomorrow to move if anyone of these old men do. Better to keep it strictly business through Tom.” ending it on that as she headed back into the crowd.

Watching him out of the corner of her eye when he went right over to Tom. Having a heated discussion that lasted for only a moment before Tom shooed him off. Tom laughing while grey looked ready to nail the man to the wall. While Beverly continued to work the crowd she would repeatedly catch him watching from afar. Her fake smiles turning more real the longer she caught him staring. Knowing he could leave at anytime, however he was compelled to stay for what she was sure was due to jealousy.

Beverly didn't expect him to be jealous over her. The girl that in her youth stabbed a iron rod through his head. Helping her friends to beat the crap out of him that could have forced him into starvation. It felt nice to have someone want her enough to be jealous. Thriving off it for the rest of the party she was forced to mingle with. Now and again he would get close, but never do or say anything to her. While she loved to tease him. Rubbing across him as she needed to “squeeze by”. A hand gliding across his hips to feel something twitch against her hand behind his pants fabric.

Then reality dropped on her when Tom grabbed her arm. “the high rolling gents are ready to mingle upstairs in the office. Go put on a good outfit for them.” he whispered in her ear before releasing her arm.

She huffed and left what little fun she was having behind. escorting the first group of creepy old men she was to lay with for the night before the 2nd round of men would line up. The politicians laughing amongst themselves as they spoke about how their wife at home wouldn't know what they were doing. All the things they'll try to do to Beverly before their heart gives out. Along with other gross things involving blue pills. Beverly couldn't stand them and needed a few extra minutes while changing in the walk in closet. A peaceful moment sitting on a step stool in red and black lacing broken by loud noises.

Gasping followed by loud thuds and crackling. Beverly assumed it was one of those idiots falling and breaking a hip. Taking a deep breath as she stood to go investigate. Praying she'll have one less to greet by the bed. The scene she came out to having her freeze in the door way.

Blood everywhere from slain men with their chests shredded into. The crackling noise from the clown ripping into the last body for a chunk of meat to swallow down. Missing all his clothes to expose his white skin. Hands from mid arms stained red in blood. Jaws stained in the same red liquid dripping off in licking his mouth clean. Hearing her step out he aggressively growled when facing her. Dropping it when he saw her instead of another male. Appearing before her in the split second she blinked. Pinning her back against the closet wall. Towering over her with arms placed beside her head. snarling through bared sharp teeth stained red as bloody drool seeped out to fall from his lips.

Beverly froze where she was to take everything in. hairs on the back of her neck standing in excitement for the change in situation. Taking in what happened to how he was looming over her a bloody naked mess. Noticing he was far tenser then usual she was cautious in her next move. Hands reaching out to touch his chest, making sure to not push him away. His tense muscles shifting to relax under her touch. Moving her hands down toward his hips. Firmly squeezing his base moving into a rhythm of slow strokes. His length squirming in her pleasuring grasp until it coiled around her arm. Keeping up her steady rubbings long enough to hear that deep growling purr rumble from his throat.

Smiling that she could turn such a viscous man eater to putty in her hands. Thinking back to how they ended up in the closet like this. the bodies freshly killed in the other room. “did he just kill all of them for me?” glancing over the blood drying on his skin she noticed he was far warmer then normal. In fact, so was she, uncomfortably hot and somehow uncomfortable. She felt so odd with a burning soreness radiating around her hips. “am I sick?” her wandering mind having her hands loosen up on their rubbing along his length that she didn't notice. Only when he let out a frustrated growl did she notice she had stopped. His length having uncoiled from her arm to squirm and rub in between her legs. Pinning his hips firmly against hers to slowly grind. Her aching hips relieved of some pain by his member pressing hard against her. The thin lacing fabric blocking him from entering frustrating them both.

Beverly wanted more relief from him. Hands going to fumble with the lacing taking too long to get through. Pennywise's growling rising to the point he grabbed her to bring her down to the floor. Blood smearing off his hands to leave bloody stamps on her arms. She froze below him as his teeth bit down onto the collar of her lacy outfit. Ripping it off instantly to then turn to her lacy underwear that didn't stand a chance against him either. Letting out a gasp from his tongue licking across her entrance. Breathing heavily as he lapped at her entrance with his hands keeping her held down.

Beverly squirmed from the feeling, ignoring the deep angry growls he let out from her actions. She didn't know what was happening to her body. Everything felt so hot and that scent coming off him drove her wild. Each heavy breath burning her hips that he was giving minor relief with each lick, but it wasn't enough. She needed far more from him, squirming to try and sit up or gain some leverage to pull him up. Letting out a hiss as she manage to slip from under his grip. His hands dragging his claws into her on their way from slipping down. She hardly sat up the whole way before he was back over her to pin her firmly back again. Letting out a threatening snarl in warning her not to do it again.

She went limp against his new position being more accommodating to her needs. Her hips hiked high against his. Legs wrapped around his hips helped by him pinning her so close. Her shoulders hiked right up against the back of the closet wall. Allowed no room to squirm free again from his grasp. He growled once more more as he shoved himself in rather roughly. Shutting her eyes tightly to his just as rough thrusting pace.

Snarling and growling as he claimed her for himself in fevered thrusting. Beverly couldn't contain her whimpered moaning. The pain was difficult in the first few thrusts, but overtime she loved it. Wanted him to go harder and harder on her. The burning of her hips twisting under the pain to an immense pleasure.

Learning in her shivering twitches that he would go harder the more she moved. Challenging his dominance in pinning her still, becoming her exciting goal. He would growl and snarl in her workings to frustrate him by shifting under him. The thought of him going too hard or harming her never crossing her mind. Pushing on him, struggling against his grasp, and snickering when he'd try to get a better handle of her. Pushing him long enough to throw him over the edge. Thrusting hard and fast enough to leave her stunned from the overwhelming wave after wave of pleasure. Her eyes shut tight with only a few glances catching him hovering over her drooling and letting out growling purrs. The pleasure for the both of them peeking. Feeling him fill her with hot thick cum before they both went still. She panted heavily against her pinned spot below him. Legs shivering and fighting her exhaustion back. Watching him quickly catch his breath then him noticing the blood still across his skin.

Licking the mix of dried and wet blood from his hands and claws. Licking what little was left from his face before moving down to Beverly to clean her off of all the smears he left behind. Healing up the scratches he unintentionally left when she squirmed under his grasp so much. The sensation of him licking across her skin driving the momentarily quenched heat to rebuild back into its burning ache. Kissing him as she rubbed at his body to peek his interest back. Shifting against him growing an urge in her that she didn't fully understand. Wanting him deep as possible and not even to fill her like the other times. Expecting something else to happen when he got far enough. But as to what she had no idea of, just that she really wanted it to happen, now.

Pulling him back into thrusting her down into the floor. Building his frustration through more of her purposeful difficulty in keeping still. Round after round they both came, but she wasn't getting the response her body really wanted from him. She was the one getting frustrated over him now. Thinking of the best way to get what she wanted she decided to fully slip free from him the next time he was readying to cum. Missing in spilling his seed in her, instead to go directly to the floor. Increasing his frustration ten fold each time she successfully pulled it off. Covered in bites and scratches from his failures to pin her down further each time.

Then it happened, he shoved himself deep as he could that stunned her for just long enough. Feeling his rod suddenly swell much larger then before inside her. Her satisfaction of the snug feeling of him deep inside lasting a mere moment. Her body wanted to fulfill another goal, to keep him going till he ran dry. Which was hardly a problem after he swelled. Railing her over and over repeatedly to the point Beverly was amazed she hadn't passed out from now. The heat in her body delivering bursts of energy after each round she went through.

Their rounds leaving the closet to continue around the room. Marking up the place with torn furniture before ending up on the bed. Since her first goal back in the closet she noticed not a drop of cum had run down her legs yet. No messes made unlike their usual rounds in the wagon. Also Unlike her other rounds this one settled with her far differently. The heat in her body dying to the soreness and exhaustion catching up with her. The heat of his body laying over her relaxing her sore muscles.

“shit, what time is it?” her mind coming off the strange heat that took her over. Seeing the morning sun peek through the curtains. “fuck, I gotta get ready for the next meeting.” rubbing her face to wake up. Knowing this was going to be awful based on how tired she was. Looking over at the pile of mauled bodies she forgot about. Sighing with a pat to Pennywise's arm. “i have to get up.”

“hmm?” he questioned with a hum that slipped by her as she moved to get up. His confused expression confusing her when she discovered why. “ow!” he flinched when she tried to slip him out.

Alarmed, she tried again getting the same result, feeling more firmly how much he had swelled. “you're stuck?!”

“we're knotted.” he clarified. “we'll be knotted for another hour.”

“what?! No, I-i have to get ready for the next meeting! Can't we just pull-” giving one shove against him that had both of them freezing on the bed from a stunning orgasm. Her body squeezing tightly around him on reaction to prevent either of them from making another attempt. Her body calming down with a shiver, laying stunned on the bed that had him checking over her.

“you alright?”

it took her a moment to gather her voice, coming out unsteadily. “f-fine.” glaring at the snicker he let out. “t-there's suppose to be another meeting.” she warned him.

He chuckled. “don't worry, I can solve that.” he grinned. “just rest for now.” rubbing her shoulders.

She hummed, thankfully for the rubbing on her sore muscles. Her earlier questions coming up. “how did we get stuck? You've never done this before.”

“you got me riled up enough. Between all the teasing during the party and in the closet.”

“heh, I didn't mean to tease you that much.” blushing in looking back on how wild they got. “I am not even sure what happened. I just started getting hot and you felt so great aaand-” trailing off in heavy blushing. “its weird, but does feel really nice. Never had such a tight fit before.” chuckling nervously.

He chuckled. “I'll be happy to knot you down any time.” shifting his hips to excite her.

“shhii-!!” smacking him out of embarrassment. “ I need you to un-knot! Can't be stuck like this all day!” holding back a smile at the thought of if she could.

“mm, then better rest up. You're too tempting while awake.” licking his lips.

“pfft, that's a lie. I see how you stare.” she teased. “Probably stare while I sleep too.” laying back to rest. Not taking too long between the exhaustion building and having her shoulders rubbed. Sleeping blissfully for a few hours before she was awoken by loud banging at the door. Followed by Pennywise letting out a primal growl that vibrated through her own chest as it touched his. Shrinking underneath him on reflex before hearing Tom at the door.

“times up! You gentlemen have to leave before Beverly has to entertain her next guests!” he shouted from behind the door. Beverly sat up in readying to say something before her mouth was covered and she was shoved back down into the bed.

Pennywise's next action surprised her. Watching him answer Tom in a falsified old politicians voice. “ah Mr. Rogan, cant we have a few more spare hours of the lovely Beverly's time? We'll be willing to up the price of course.” smirking toward the door.

“let me speak with the business attendees coming.” he replied with a long pause before giving a reply. “how much more are you willing to pay for extra office time?”

the clown chuckled. “oooh, how about 120 thousand?” smiling down at Beverly chuckling against his hand.

A pause from the door before another reply. “jameson says 140 thousand.”

“160.” the clown replied without hesitation

a pause then another reply. “180.”

“200” the two in bed enjoying the bidding war that had an obvious winner. Back and forth the price rose before the price was finally set.

“alright gentlemen, you won the office for the day at half a mil.”

“it'll be ready in 5 minutes after a call to the bank.” Pennywise grinned over his winnings. Taking his hand off Beverly's laughing mouth once Tom was away from the door. “looks like I have you for the rest of the day.” kissing across her collar bone to up her neck. Enjoying each others company over and over until it was time to separate by the end of the day. Slipping free of their knotted position they cleaned each other up along with the mess in the room.

Pennywise giving her a kiss goodbye. “after today, I'll certainly be cumming again tomorrow.” teasing her with a wink. Chuckling as Beverly blushed a bright red as she playfully smacked him with a t shirt in hand.

“i bet you will clown.” teasing back as she waved him goodbye from her bedroom. Strolling over to find her jacket where ever it ended after their massive clean up. Finding it hung up in the large closet she searched through the pockets. “hmm, I swore it was in here.” looking for her birth control. “it probably fell out and got lost in the shuffle. I'll get more later.” shrugging the missing item off.

After that day everything took a downward turn. Tom lost a lot of customers that day and setting up meetings was becoming harder. It got to a point Beverly was locked in all day to serve strictly toms business partners. Beverly was down stairs eating in the dining room where Tom told her to wait. To answer the door and greet her customers right away when they arrived. Sipping a glass of white wine along with a roasted chicken meal Tom didn't want. Mid swallow she heard a strong knock at the door that had her rushing over with a sudden swallow to speak as she opened the door.

Happily surprised to find grey at the door. Tom had been shooing him off because he would take up valuable time with Beverly. It had been difficult to reach her, until now as Tom was momentarily in his office upstairs.

“you free today?” he smiled.

Beverly sighed and shook her head. “i am suppose to be waiting, on watch duty for the businessmen to arrive.”

“seriously? Hes had you trapped here for almost a week and still needs you to do business? When will it end?”

“you did kill a big chunk of his money our last play date.”

he huffed. “whose coming this time? That old Allen french who needs help up the stairs? Or that one who looks like a wrinkled couch with that fake bronze tan?”

“yeah, pretty much.” Beverly looked up toward the sky then down again. “Allen, Lawrence, Melvin, and pretty much there little posse friends. Last I heard they were on a round of golf, or out hunting again.” shrugging her shoulders. “don't know, don't care, but I am stuck waiting for them to arrive.”

greys face twisted to disgust. “and you have to serve all of them?”

Beverly nodded.

“Cant you play hooky and visit the wagon?”

“uh- ” she considered for a brief moment on defying toms orders to stay waiting by the door. The thrill of being out with grey was crushed by the thought of Tom confronting her later. Trapped inside to face his unleashed rage in beating her down. The pain, the bruises, and absolutely no hospital visits if she broke a few ribs. The fear of dealing with that again gripped her heart pounding against her ribs. Recognizing the fear building in front of grey she realized she had to get away before something else happened. “i have to go.” she spoke quickly and went back inside. Not even giving grey a good bye before shutting the door.

Beverly headed back to her meal. “that wasn't good. I let him see how scared I was.” sitting down to chug the rest of her wine down. Finishing her meal to sitting boredly again in waiting for another knock or ring of the door. About to fall asleep in her chair as it was getting dark when Tom came downstairs to start dinner.

“take care of all the gents today?” he asked smiling.

“no.” her answer dropping his smile.

“what do you mean-”

“no one came, except for grey, but I didn't let him inside.”

“shit!” Tom growled in going to pick up the phone. Making a few calls, but receiving no answers until one was answered by a maid. “hello, this is Tom Rogan I am asking about a meeting Lawrence never made it to. Would he like to reschedule?”

there was a pause and toms standing tall posture slumped. Leaning on the small cabinet the phone sat on. Beverly could read that something was very wrong from that.

“so they were all eaten?” he asked. “... fuck. ...” he sighed before hanging up. “what the fuck is going on in this town!” he snapped with a slamming down of the phone. Turning his anger to Beverly to shout as if it were her fault. “those old bastards went hunting in the woods and got eaten by a fucking bear.”

“oh …” was all Beverly could say as she shrunk away from the furious Tom.

“where are we gonna get the fucking money now?! We're running out of business partners! We're going to have to-” Tom cut off by the doorbell ringing. He straightened out his clothes to look presentable and calm before answering the door. His false happy smile dropping at the sight of greys smiling mug.

“I am here for Beverly.” he smugly stated down to Tom.

“she's busy, now get off my porch.” Tom snapped back.

“with who? Doing what?” he growled in questioning. “i don't think shes that busy. I can pay whatever price you throw at me for her.”

“i don't care, she's mine and I decide who-” his words causing something deep in grey to snap.

Beverly's eyes widened at the argument turning into grey grabbing Tom by the throat to slam him against the wall. The small man struggling desperately as his feet hung off the floor. Beverly's jumped up from her chair to rush over and get between the two before grey could possibly maul him.

#it 2017 #pennywise #pennywise x beverly marsh #beverly marsh

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peakyblinders1919 · 4 years

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The Lion

“I’ll see you later tonight? 6:30 at the Waterfront?”

“Huh? Oh, our dinner date was tonight… I...I’m so sorry Michael but Gina’s boyfriend just dumped her and I said we could go out and forget about him. I’m sorry.”

Michael’s face instantly fell. He had been planning this for weeks, *months* now. Tonight wasn’t just any dinner at your favorite restaurant, no. He had bribed the owner to rent out the entire restaurant for you, paid a violinist to be there at the precise time he had planned to pull out a bright shiny ring for you. And just like always, you were blowing him off to spend time with Gina.

“Babe, I really am sorry.” Attempting to pick up the pieces, you walked over and cupped his cheek, pulling him in for a mesmerizing kiss; it was safe to say you knew exactly what you were doing when you bit his lip and tried to slip your tongue into his mouth. It had proved mildly effective, leaving him speechless for a few seconds.

“No, Y/N, this is the fourth time in a row you blew me off for her. Can you just… *please* try to be there at 6:30.” He couldn’t believe it had come to this, but Michael was practically begging now. He couldn’t wait any longer to be engaged to you, that was if you said yes of course.

“I’ll try my best Michael,” you promised with a kiss as you went your separate ways for work.

There was a reason you and Gina preferred The Loin over the Garrison; no one here knew the blinders and therefore you were untouchable. You liked the protection of the reputation that precedes you as Michael Gray’s girlfriend could offer on a walk home alone in the dark, but it also has its downfalls. If you drank too much, if you dared do a line of coke, or if you flirted a little with a man for Gina’s case, the spies everywhere would tell Michael and it only resulted in fights.

Wiping the white power off her noise as you threw your head back and laughed, you felt better than ever.

“It must be said, your wild Gina.” You laughed as you both sat on the counter in the bathroom, coke scattered like glitter across the sink, you smoked out the window and swung your legs to the muffled music outside.

“I’m wild? Then what does that make you?”

“An invalid.” You both broke into laughter, although now you two didn’t have a clue as to what the other was saying. “You know, Anthony must have been blind, or slow, or both to have let you go. You were the best he could get. You can do so much better Gina, you're a picture- no really” you insisted as you tapped some ash out the window and looked at her. “Your eyes are pretty and your hair, ugh, I would die for natural blond curls like that and-”

In light of your drunken ramblings, you were surprised to find Gina’s lips on yours. You widen your eyes, it took you a second or two to realize what was happening before you put your arm on her shoulder and gently pushed her away. Though the air around you was alive, and the heat grew up your cheeks rapidly until they were tomato red, the two of you were silent for what felt like forever before you awkwardly took a drag from your cigarette and totally turned away from her to blow smoke out the window.

“Y/N I...I’m sorry.”

“Sorry about what?” You asked as you turned to look at her, flicking the cigarette into the trash and jumping off the counter. You took a moment to straighten your dress and fix your lipstick and hair in the mirror.

“I was supposed to meet Michael for dinner at 6:30,” you explained as you looked to the clock, the hands indicating you were already half an hour late. “I’ve got to go. I hope you don’t go home alone.” You gave her a smile and hurried outside, hailing a taxi to the Waterfront.

Something was off. Your heartbeat started to increase as you entered the restaurant to find all the tables empty, the matradee escorting you through the entire restaurant to a table outside along the water with candles and flowers covering every inch of the tables.

“Michael, I’m so sorry I’m late I-”

“Save your breath Y/N. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting here?”

“I know I’m late, I’m sorry I...I lost track of time. But I’m here now,” you tried as you reached across the table for his hand. He let you take it but only for a second before he pulled away, brushing it through his hair.

“How was the Lion?” He didn’t actually care, bitterness laced in his voice. And now you knew he had someone follow you there. You sat back, shaking your head.

“It was fine but, I...I’d rather have been here with you.”

“Then maybe you should have been here on time. I hope it was worth it. I hope you found Gina another guy to bring home, fuck, and cry over the next day when he doesn’t call her. I...I assume you know why I did all this.” He gestured lack-lusterly, as if he didn’t care anymore. “I’ve had this set up and planned out the past four times you’ve canceled on me. I can’t set all this up again just for you to party with Gina while I wait here for you.” He finally got up and pushed his chair back, shaking his head as he reached into his pocket and place a little velvet box on the table. “Here, this was for you.” He said as he looked at you for a second before walking away defeated.

You sat at the table, reaching out for the velvet box, tears falling down your cheeks as you laid eyes on the diamond sat inside it. You couldn’t believe it. It couldn’t be true, could it? This...this was all supposed to be for a proposal? And you hadn’t blown it once or twice, but *four* different times? So much so that Michael had given up? You called after him with hot tears in your eyes and a sob stuck in your throat but he was gone and you were left wondering what to do.

After Michael had left and you had forgotten your keys, you couldn’t go home last night. And the last thing you wanted to do was go to Gina’s, you woke up at the crack of dawn on Polly’s couch. Your body was sore, your head hurt. Maybe it was all a dream, but there on the coffee table was the box.

You hurried as fast as you could to get dressed and hailed a taxi to Gina’s, where you talked about everything.

“I’m sorry about last night- I- I was high…” Gina fumbled.

“Gina, I don’t care about that alright. It was a mistake. Listen. Last night, Michael was going to propose to me, but I was late. He was actually going to propose on four separate occasions-”

“Well, Y/N, that’s wonderful-”

“Yeah, if I hadn’t blown him off for you. I…I’ve got to put Michael and our relationship first… so… please don’t contact me for a while.” The look on Gina’s face implied that she had more to say, objections to make, but you wouldn’t listen as you headed out the door and straight for home.

You knocked on the door multiple times, frightened that maybe Michael wouldn’t even let you in. It took everything in you to not envelope him in a tight hug when he opened the door.

“May I come in?”

He moved from the doorway and watched as you entered and walked in the living room, sitting down awkwardly although you were in your own home.

“Here Michael,” You began by setting the velvet box on the table in between you two. “I...I don’t deserve this right now. I’ve been a terrible girlfriend. I learned something last night. I...I don’t want to lie...Gina tried to kiss me last night. She was drunk and i pulled away and headed right to the restaurant, even though I was still late. I thought we were close friends, that Gina and I were there for each other but a friend doesn’t take you away from the one you love and I-”

You were nearly shaking in your boots as you began talking about all of this, worried that hearing about your awkward night at The Lion would drive him mad, he cut off your babbling with a kiss.

You smiled. “I’m sorry. I was...jealous I guess? I...I just wanted more of your attention. I...I still love you. So much.” He leaned forward taking the box in his hands and opening it for you with a slight nod.

“Will you….Marry me?”

@marvelismylifffe @snugleo @all-righty-mr-mighty @l0tsofpennies @baker15191 @opheliasbrokenmind @justhappytobehere1

#peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fic #michael gray fanfic #michael gray headcanon #michael gray fanfiction #michael shelby imagines

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@smmie sent : video- get wrecked sammy...... i mean- (Video - Our muses watch pornography together ) || accepting

(( ooc; ah, yes, the inevitable two man watch-party ))

Gabriel could not, for the life of him, figure out how he’d pulled this one off. Sure there had been jokes. Lots of them, mostly centering around kneeling not just being for prayer, and catching a glimpse of heaven. Standard angelic pickup lines twisted just so to get a laugh. But joking around in a diner was a far cry from sitting on a hotel room bed while the DVD player clicked on. Or at least Sam was sitting, perched on the edge of the bed like he wasn’t quite ready to commit to whatever this was just yet and wanted an easy escape--stand, step, door, see you tomorrow during daylight hours where we can pretend this never almost happened. But they were halfway through Gabriel’s opening monologue about how to put Lucifer back in the box (which was just part of it) and he hadn’t fled yet, so that was something. Gabriel, on the other hand, was laying on his back with his feet towards the headboard, hands folded across his midsection with his head hanging over the foot of the bed slightly. Watching the whole thing upside down.

As the monologue concluded (”so this is me standing up, and this is me laying down”) what followed was a relatively vanilla sex scene. A little spanking, a little oral, a position switch halfway through that had them land with the woman on top--her name had been Harriett and she’d been a real peach to work with. The Gabriel on the screen finished with a grunt and then dutifully put his fake mustache back on as if that was somehow important.

And then it got weird. Harriett launched into another speech in the same exaggerated sexy voice she’d used at the opening of the video, but now she was talking about all the other things Casa Erotica had to offer. Experiences humans couldn’t provide.

Sam shot him a look then, a ittle alarmed, filled with an unspoken question, and curious. It was that curiosity that caused Gabriel to smile, reach over to pat his thigh, and say: “Everyone in this is dead, except me.” Which earned him a look that was all genuine confusion. “So if you’re looking for a 101 course on anything that’s about to happen, I’m quite literally the only guy for the job.” He topped his comment off with a wink and a smile that (perhaps because he was at such an odd angle) had something sharp to it. “I’ll let you know,” Sam replied, just a touch of sarcasm rounding out his words, but he was now leaning back instead of forward for the first time since they’d embarked on this endeavor. Which was something.

(At the fifteen minute mark they got distracted from what was happening on the screen with talk of Fenrir and how Sam had done his part to kill some of the cultists who worshipped him. Which then turned to a discussion on knotting and the pros and cons of atypical genetalia.)

At the thirty minute mark, Sam spoke up again, staring with furrowed brows first at the Gabriel on the screen, and then at the man next to him. “Okay, that is not a normal amount of tongue, and I’ve seen your tongue, it isn’t that.” The hunter said, clearly trying to hide what Gabriel was sure was a very emotionally complicated erection, all the while shooting glances between the rim job happening on the screen and the archangel’s face next to him. In response Gabriel stuck his (perfectly normal looking) tongue out at him and gave it a wiggle. “I’d be pretty hard for me to talk as much as I do if I was carrying that around in my mouth all the time.” He replied, and then went on: “I know this,” Gabriel gave his own nose a quick double tap, “Looks like your standard human vessel, but it’s not. I had to blend in with a certain crowd when I went in to wittness protection. You call them monsters.” He hummed a little, contemplating his next move and the faint pink hue that had taken up residence in Sam’s cheeks. “Want to see?”

He couldn’t tell whether the pause that followed was Sam taking time to think it over, or if the hunter had gotten distracted watching the moment when the rim job switched back over to a quick stretch of fingering. But finally Gabriel got his answer. “Yeah, yeah okay.”

Gabriel did not so much move from where he was laying as he stopped being in one place and started being in another with an uncanny (inhuman) lack of transition. It just so happened that the place he started being was straddled across Sam’s lap where he then proceeded to pat the hunter’s cheek and tell him: “If you want me to stop just say the word.” Before leaning in to press their mouths together with a hungry and insistant pressure. Lips parted, tongues met, and still Gabriel pressed deeper, pushing Sam back and down onto the bed and grinding down against his erection as the tented pressure in his own pants grew. An eager hand threaded fingers through Sam’s hair pulling just a little to tilt the hunter’s head back to give Gabriel better access to the spot just below his jaw where the archangel could feel his very human pulse. His mouth--which before had been warm and welcoming--was now shockingly cold, earning him a gasp from the hunter as goosebumps rose and spread across his neck. Gabriel sucked, bit, and kissed his way down leaving a trail of numb purple marks blooming in his wake. Evidence to be covered up or put on full display later at Sam’s discression.

He slid the hand not tangled in the hunter’s hair under his shirt, up his stomach and chest leaving a warm trail of heat in it’s wake, a sharp contrast to the cold blue lips currently pulled back to reveal a smile filled with teeth that looked sharper than they had before, more akin to fangs. Monster teeth. Though he couldn’t say if it was the sensation or the sight that had the hunter choking back a moan. One of Sam’s hands had already worked it’s way between his legs, palm pressed to the erection still contained in his pants, causing Gabriel to groan and decide that pants were--at this point--entirely unnecessary. All it took was a thought and they were gone and finally he had that glorious contact of skin on skin. If he had to guess he’d have said Sam was enjoying the sudden lack of fabric too, hips bucking up to meet the hand between them.

It was time to cut to the chase before anyone had time to consider the impact this might have on their working relationship. In the background Casa Erotica was wrapping up with a space orgy featuring something with a lot of tentacles. Gabriel moved Sam further up on the bed so he’d have room to work with a sudden heave that left the hunter breathless. He didn’t have time to catch his breath before the hot press of breath hit and bypassed his cock to settle lower. Again Gabriel manhandled him to get a better angle, fingers digging into his hips hard enough to bruise as he pressed his mouth and then tongue to Sam’s hole. Gabriel hummed, a sound devised to carry motion in a way no normal human sound could. It vibrated up his spine and left the hunter moaning in earnest at that first slow press inwards.

One hand kept his grip on the human’s hips as the other slid slowly up to hold his cock, all the while his tongue vibrated with sound and motion as it pressed against his hole, darting in slightly and then swelling in that inhuman and uncanny way it had minutes ago on the screen. The hand on Sam’s cock only gripped, steady and still leaving it to the hunter to decide between thrusting into it and pressing back down onto his tongue. Gabriel dragged it on as the credits on the screen rolled, a list of the dead while he was here and so, so alive. Finally the hum reached it’s peak and Sam was gasping and writhing and half begging for release in a voice Gabriel thought he could really get used to hearing. He wasn’t sure if the hunter even noticed but at this point there was a hand holding his hips, a hand around his cock, and still another pressing a well slicked finger into him. The finger was shortly joined by a second and the fast thrusts were paired with the motion of the hand around his cock until finally--finally--Sam came into his hand and left an oozing trail across his stomach.

Gabriel slowly slid his fingers out, enjoying the fluttering pulsing that tried to hold them in place, and took his own cock in hand to finish himself off. A process that didn’t take long at all given the view.

“And that’s the 101 course.” He said in a voice that was just this side of raw and breathless. “If you’re looking for the 102 course we can discuss it later. Maybe after a few more sessions.” He winked at Sam, but it was a tired gesture with no heat behind it. In response he received a grunt that may have been the first half of a groan. “Could you clean up?” The hunter asked him, eyes already half shut. “I feel like jelly.”

“Only if you’ll let me stay the night, I didn’t exactly rent a room and it seems like such a shame to leave,” Gabriel replied with a smile and a snap that removed the stickier evidence of what had happened between them. “Fine,” Sam acquiesed, rolling over onto his side. “And I like to be the big spoon,” the archangel informed him, to which he received another grumbling sound that Gabriel decided had to mean ‘that’s perfect because I like to be the little spoon’.

#smmie #asked and answered #nsfw; smut

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mecommentating · 4 years

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Twilight: Chapters 1-8

I was bored and when I’m bored I read cheesy romance novels. Now seemed as good a time as any to read this series that I’ve heard so much about.

Basically these are just my thoughts on the novel as I’m reading it. I already know quite a bit about the story so that is heavily effecting my thoughts and predictions.

Of course there will be spoilers.

Bella is like a kitten she tries to be intimidating and angry but really she’s just this cute little fluff ball that trips over nothing. It’s hilarious

Edward is just infuriating

Bruh. This guy- He was like you shouldn’t be my friend, stay away from me. Then he goes so do you wanna go to Seattle with me on Saturday? DUDE just stop

I can’t take this book seriously. The writing’s bad. The characters are bad, the story is meh. But, inexplicably, I love it. It’s so funny.

Okay. So I know Edward likes her but at this point in the book he has made no indication that his fascination and attraction to her is anything but pure friendliness and curiosity. But she’s like YO HE LIKES ME WHAT DOES THIS MEEEAAAANNN?!?!?!

WHAT THE- DUDE This guuuuuuuuuuuy Come on! He has repeatedly been like nope we can’t be friends you should avoid me and then he asks her to go to Seattle with him. And then he’s like you should stay away. AND NOW he is sitting alone at lunch makes eye contact with her and then motions her over AND WINKS

He sounds like someone who would trick her into his car and then drive away and rape her. The way he asked her to sit with him sounded terrifying. Of course I can’t actually hear him but that was 100% the vibe I was getting

WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT YOU FRICKING MORON

Edward after Bella questions why he invited her to sit with him for lunch: “I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.”

I’m team anybody but Edward

Yeah if I didn’t know he was a vampire who has no idea how to handle his emotions I would be terrified that Edward was going to assault Bella

This guy has no idea how to talk to people. I get it he’s in love or whatever but dude stop being creepy

THERE YOU GO AGAIN SAYING THEY CANT BE FRIENDS

This dude is being her friend and when Bella says he’s her friend he’s like WOAH no no no we’re not friends I just like hanging out with you and stuff....

HOW CAN SHE AVOID YOU WHEN YOU’RE DROP DEAD GORGEOUS AND KEEP GOADING HER?

HA she thinks he’s Batman or Spider-Man she can’t decided that’s awesome

Because he can read minds Bella! Just not yours for some reason.

Ooo this boy is hot and he knows it look at him wrapping her around his finger

Edward go shoot your self

Oh my gods Bella. He has literally told you stay away I’m not safe like 10 times and it just now occurred to you that he might be dangerous?!

Ooo look at Edward skipping class how edgy

WHAT KIND OF SCIENCE CLASS HAS ITS STUDENTS PRICK THEIR FINGERS AS PART OF THE ASSIGNMENT?!

ooooh I see why Edward skipped class today

Haha this girl is scared of blood and she’s going to join a vampire clan? That’s a stupid idea.Her fear of blood is like crippling. She almost passed out and is now lying on the sidewalk trying to calm herself down.

How does she handle her period then? That must be a traumatic week...

OF COURSE EDWARD SHOWS UP

This guy just kidnapped her

Edward I know it’s hilarious but you laughing is just going to piss her off so please let’s avoid a temper tantrum and stop laughing

What the- So Mike (he likes Bella hates Edward I find him annoying) just walks into the nurses office with another guy who fainted when he saw blood and Edward is like Bella get out of the office right now

What is Mike gonna do? What did you read in Mike’s mind, Ed?

Bella is like 2 steps from being a Vampire. She hates the smell of blood. Not the sight of it just the smell. And did she not notice that Edward just referred to her as human as in he’s not

He actually just dragged her to his car. Is nobody else concerned?

Oh look at that they just bonded over classical music

LOLOLOLOLOLLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL Edward like low key just asked if Bella’s parents would be okay if he married her. You have known her for barely two months you need to calm down lover boy.

“There are no secrets in Forks.” oh then I guess everyone knows that the best doctor around and all of his family are vampires??

Edward. Shut up.

Nobody likes you Jessica. Shut up, I don’t want your opinion.

Okay how does Bella plan on getting out of town with Edward with out her dad and the entire town asking questions. Her truck is loud and distinctive. If she leaves it anywhere in town everyone will know within 5 minutes. And she cant leave it in her drive way because then her dad will get suspicious. AND is she going to take Edward clothing shopping with her?! I see flaws in this plan.

Do drift wood fires really burn blue? holy frick it does. Whaaaaaaaaaaat. OH it’s also toxic and not safe to burn so um they’re all going to die.

*gasp* is this when we meet the werewolf people?! Jacob? *mutters* is that his name?

Haha I knew it

If they’re pretty they’re not human. That is what this book has taught me.

I like Jacob. He sticks around right?

haha he likes her. Man I wish I could in good conscious ship them. He’s funny, a good talker, attractive, builds cars. What more could she want? But no. She chooses Edward. Which is fine. I assume I’ll eventually like him too. But right now I’m all for Jacob.

Oh I bet the Cullens don’t come to the beach because of the Blacks.

NOOOOOO no no no Bella please for the love of god do not try and flirt it will not work and will only end up embarrassing you and me.

How is this working?

Jacob has got to be pulling her leg or something. There is no way he’d actually be giving away clan secrets like this.

Looks like he is.

What an idiot.

YEAH Vampires! Finally.

Yeah uh huh be worried Jacob. You just told the biggest secret ever to the one person who is going to believe you.

Yeeaaaah Team Jacob. Bella stop leading on the better of your two options. Everyone knows you won’t choose him except for him.

Listen to your dream. It’s more accurate than you know.

Her just listening to the same album over and over again is so relatable.

Believe it Bella. He’s a Vampire. Now go confront him about it.

Foreshadowing that Edward is from the 18th century? Did he know Jane Austin?

ha I love her dad.

Lol Tyler my guy you don’t have a chance.

OOOOOOH sunlight right. The sparkle or whatever in the sun so they can’t go to school when there’s direct sunlight. I’m so freaking slow. Thanks for explaining, Angela.

oh no... The dudes have her trapped. Edward is going to show up. I would bet money on it.

haha silver car that had better be edward- aw that move was smooth as hell- yeah edward!

Little did you know that Vampires are amazing get away drivers. They can even do fancy driving tricks. If you want a good chauffeur hire a Vampire.

What’s wrong, Eddy? Why you so mad?

Aw. He got so riled up for her. He really needs to learn to not feel things so strongly but it’s still cute.

Yeah maybe don’t try and distract him by talking about someone he might see as a threat to your affection for him.

Dang he’s a good driver.

lol I haven’t liked Edward at all. He’s annoying, possessive, can’t control his emotions, cocky. Then I find out he’s a good driver and I’m like ooo I like him. I am such an idiot.

Edward you don’t eat. Why do you want to take Bella out for dinner? That’s just going to be awkward.

Oh nooooo. Every single person in Forks is going to know that Bella stayed behind with Edward. uuuuugh this is a nightmare.

ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?? This guy has been alive for who knows how long and you’re telling me he has no idea the effect he has on women? He doesn’t know the paralyzing ability his smile has? Bullcrap.

oh oh oh he’s giving her his jacket oooooh she has fallen forever

oh and he wears turtle necks. I aproooove. Turtle necks are so cool. Idk but I love them.

Lol I don’t think he thinks she’s human. He knows she’s not a vampire but she does not act like a human.

NO do not question him Bella. This is a bad idea. I do not advise.

“Let’s call him ‘Joe’“ LOL

OH my GOSSSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

lol she’s a trouble magnet and it’s the truth

ooo that’s a nice word: Unequivocally

HE WAS FOLLOWING HER?! that’s not creepy at all!

wait. what?

Ooooh he wanted to kill her the first time they met and yet he didn’t kill her I get it now

Tell her.

okay calm down buddy Bella is okay everyone is fine you need to take a deep breathe and calm down.

oh shoot okay going to dinner was a smart idea it kept him from killing people

Why can’t he read her mind? I wanna know.

#twilight #bella #edward cullen #jacob black #commentary #twilight commentary #team jacob #vampire #werewolf #werewolves #romance novels #cheesy #bored #quarentine

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Monsters in Tephra Cave

shulkreyn is gonna be the death of me i love these boys so much i just HAD to write smth fluffy for them,,, takes place after reyn nd shulk leave colony 9.

im gonna write more xenoblade stuff bc Big Fixation (i dont even know the full plot lol i’m waiting to play it w @fluff-nd-stuff who dragged me into xenoblade hell thanks liz) mayb some au? post-game bc im assuming everything goes back to normal maybe? pre-game? who fuckin knows! anyways, enjoy!

“We should be fine here,” Shulk said, sitting down next to a small pool of water. Tephra Cave wasn’t the safest place to be spending the night in, but both Shulk and Reyn felt themselves growing tired and decided to find some place to try to get some sleep. The plan was simple - set up a small fire, and one person would keep watch while the other slept.

“I can keep watch first,” Shulk offered as they finished setting up the fire. He had a lot to think about, yet not much time to think about it. The Mechon attack, Fiora... it was a lot to take in. He figured he needed to collect his thoughts.

“Nah, you really need some shut-eye, man,” Reyn said. “You look like you haven’t slept in weeks. I’ll keep watch.”

“Reyn, you also look tired! You need to sleep more than I do.”

Reyn pouted at Shulk and crossed him arms. “I’m keepin’ watch.”

“No, I am!”

“No! I’ll do it!”

They kept going back and forth like this for another minute, arguing like little kids. Until...

“I’m keepin’ watch, and that’s final!” Reyn claimed, poking Shulk’s side as a playful gesture. He wasn’t expecting the squeak that came from Shulk. The visionary shifted slightly away from Reyn, which caused him to quirk an eyebrow.

“What was that?” Reyn asked. “Wait, are you hurt?! Aw man, did I hit a bruise by accident-“

“No, Reyn, I-I’m fine!” Shulk quickly stammered in order to calm Reyn. “I’m just a bit... sensitive- I mean... you surprised me, is all.” Shulk tried to switch his excuse quickly, as if suddenly realizing the chaos that would ensue if his friend found out about his, well, secret.

“Sensitive?” Reyn questioned. “Wait a minute... don’t tell me you’re still-“

“I’m not!”

Reyn smirked, and glint of mischeif in his eyes. He slowly crawled towards Shulk as his friend froze in place, not quite sure what to do. In spite of himself, Shulk blushed.

“You’re still ticklish,” Reyn chuckled, pinning Shulk down to the ground. “And you didn’t tell me?”

“Because I knew what would happen if I did!” Shulk squirmed, trying to free himself, but he knew it was useless. Reyn was much stronger than him.

“You should’ve known I would find out eventually~” Reyn grinned, wiggling his fingers above Shulk. His friend squeaked and starting thrashing, even though Reyn hadn’t done anything yet. “I’m not even touching you, man!”

“I know, I knohohow!” Shulk giggled, screwing his eyes shut and forcing himself not to look at Reyn’s fingers, which were slowly approaching his ribs. The visionary just kept giggling in anticipation, however, and when he felt his friend’s fingers squeezing his sides, he squealed.

“Jeez, I think you’ve gotten more ticklish since you were a kid!” Reyn teased, spidering his fingers up and down Shulk’s sides as his friend squirmed and laughed. Reyn chuckled in spite of himself.

“Eep!- Nohoho, Reyn!” Shulk squeaked, trying to wiggle his way free. Oh, he was so getting Reyn back for this.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“Stohohop it!!”

“Stop what? I’m not doin’ anything!”

“Yes you are!”

“What? What am I doing?”

“Y-You’re - ack! You’re t-tihihickling me!!”

“I’m ticklin’ you?” Reyn laughed when Shulk nodded frantically. “Well, I don’t see why I should stop, you look like you’re having a lotta fun!” Reyn moved his fingers to Shulk’s ribs, scriblling and scratching over the sensitive area. At this point, Reyn had let go of Shulk’s wrists in order to tickle him with both hands, knowing his friend would try to curl up and block his hands rather than tickle him back.

“You’re way too ticklish for your own good, aren’t ya?” Reyn teased, smirking when he noticed Shulk blushing.

“I-I’m nohohot!” Shulk argued, shoving at Reyn’s chest in a poor attempt to push the redhead off of him. His face flushed a bright red as he laughed freely, slowly feeling some of the tension leaving his body.

“Yeah, you are! You can’t even sit still during a massage!” Reyn giggled before pausing his ministrations to let the visionary beneath him catch his breath. He gave Shulk a playful smirk. “I wonder if you’ve still got the same tickle spots, too...”

Oh no.

Shulk’s eyes widened as he saw Reyn’s hands slowly drift towards his stomach, feeling his face flush even brighter than before. And you thought it couldn’t get any worse... Shulk cursed himself internally.

Reyn had always loved to tease Shulk like this when they were kids. He and Fiora would often team up to tickle Shulk until he was a giggling mess on the floor. Reyn and Fiora were skilled with these attacks, and the blonde visionary discovered that Reyn’s technique hasn’t faded away, much to his dismay.

“No! No, Reyn! Don’t you dare!” Shulk panicked. He could’ve sworn he felt his face melting. This was it, this was the end for him. The Mechon wouldn’t even get a chance to kill him. This was how he was going to die.

Death by tickles. What a way to go.

Shulk couldn’t even finish his thought when he felt rough fingers spidering across his bare stomach. He hadn’t even noticed that Reyn had lifted his shirt up. Gods, this was so embarrassing. Shulk only had a few seconds to register the sensation before laughter poured out of his mouth, loud and breathy, and full of squeaks. Just like when he was a kid.

“There’s those squeaks I was looking for!” Reyn laughed along with Shulk, who was just hiding his face behind his hands.

“NOHOHOHO!! R-REYN!!” Shulk squealed, squirming twice as hard as he was before. “WH-WHAHAHAT IF MONSTERS HEHEAR US?!”

“There aren’t any monsters ‘round here, I checked!” Reyn confirmed, just to make sure his friend felt a bit safer. “The only monster you’ve gotta worry about is...”

Don’t say it.

“The tickle monster!~”

Shulk’s laughter seemed to double in squeakiness as he became more flustered. He thought he’d grow out of being flustered by silly little things like this. Boy, was he wrong.

Reyn recognized that Shulk was growing tired, so he slowed his fingers to just tracing along Shulk’s belly, drawing random shapes. The blonde giggled lightly, still opting to cover his face with his hands rather than protect himself, which Reyn thought was a bit odd.

“You enjoyin’ yourself there?” Reyn chuckled when Shulk seemed to squeak in response. “Alright, alright, I’ll let you go.” The redhead rolled off of his friend, watching him catch his breath and let out small giggles from the aftershock.

The two lay there for a few minutes, with Reyn gazing at Shulk’s flushed face. Whenever he giggled his shoulders would scrunch up and his nose would crinkle adorably, and occasionally a squeak would slip, as if Reyn was still tickling him. Seeing Shulk smile again made Reyn’s stomach flip as he felt his own face heat up.

Bionis, he’s adorable, isn’t he?

“Th-thanks,” Shulk muttered, catching Reyn off guard.

“Huh? “Thanks for, uh, doing that,” Shulk stammered. “It was... f-fun...”

Reyn smiled sweetly as Shulk let out a nervous giggle. “Oh, so ya want me to tickle you more often?” Reyn teased, then realizing that... well, that was exactly what Shulk wanted. The visionary slowly nodded.

“I-I hope it’s not weird-”

“It’s not weird!” Reyn immediately interjected. “It’s not weird at all. It makes you happy and... it’s kinda cute how you like it.” Shit, he just said that out loud didn’t he? Fuck. Now it was Reyn’s turn to be flustered (even if Shulk was even more flushed by the compliment).

“You should sleep now, I’ll keep watch.” Reyn gestured for Shulk to rest. “Or you’re gonna deal with the tickle monster again,” he threatened when the blonde opened his mouth to protest.

As Shulk leaned himself against one of the stone pillars nearby, Reyn couldn’t help but admire how Shulk looked a bit more at peace now. Shulk didn’t laugh often, but Reyn loved his friend’s laugh. Perhaps a bit too much. He’d missed it more than he had realized.

He’s gonna be the death of me... Reyn thought.

#raptor writes #ya cant have a rainbow without reyn baybeeeeee #or... shulkreyn rather #god im in LOVE with this ship #tickling #dumbass sword game #<<x/enoblade tag!#bc i couldnt think of a good joke

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