#Vinnie has other plans

[payphoneangel]

love the amount of posts im seeing abt Cas' interests and moving them away from common fanon interpretation

#vinny types #its giving me a lot of fun ideas for my upcoming fic #not that fanon interp is always bad it's just refreshing to see some new ideas #that and i do think of the three Cas is usually the easiest to mischaracterize #do i think bee keeper Cas is a misreading of what canon was intending with that motif? yes #am i going to keep it for my pd au? ...yes #listen i don't think it's the worst misinterp in the world + it blends pd and spn canon together well + i have fun plans with it #it is tough tho bc since the show itself has winchester derangement syndrome we really dont get to see a lot of what characters are like #or up to or interested in outside of whats relevant to the current storyline/relevant to the brothers #which sucks! #like i totally understand fandom kind of clinging onto this idea of Cas liking bees bc. well. we dont see a lot of other things he likes #and once again in the same way Cas is usually mocked by the show for not being archetypically masculine and not understanding social contex #i feel like him enjoying trash tv is in many ways kind of the butt of that same joke in canon #not that it means that's not an interesting trait of his! I quite like it

[astorianyxkings]

One of my favourite things to think about is Jason being a mean big brother to the batlings but a shy little brother to Dick.

Tim asks him if he wants to go with him to blow something up and he's super excited but in that annoying little brother way so Jason just grunts "No. Get lost baby bird." And goes about his day as normal.

Damian tries to get him to practice training with katanas like back in the LoA days and he ruffles his hair and says "No demon brat, go bother Dick." Damian swears he'll catch him off guard, Jason flips him off.

Cass wants Jason to sit down with her and watch a movie. Normally he could never say no to his sister but the other day she claimed to be older than him so he's got an ego to protect. He pats her on the head, assures her he adores her and then tells her he'd rather die (again) than binge My Cousin Vinny.

Steph chases him around because Cass is pouting and Tim's recruited her to blow up the warehouse but she has this really nice shade of purple that would look perfect on Cass but now she needs a new test subject. "Just one hand!" Steph yells throwing a well aimed pillow at the back of Jason's head. "No way in hell blondie." Jason huffs, dodging it.

Maybe he should just leave the manor? Solid plan right? Wrong. Duke, having well adjusted to his new life as a Wayne, let's himself into the safehouse Jason's in and asks for help on this case because "Look I know Black Mask is just using the diner as a front. Help me out here." Jason's having none of it, Duke is old enough to be lovingly scorned like the rest, "With all due disrespect, piss off." He tells him, patting him on the back and leading him out of the door.

What he doesn't count on is all of them telling on him. Not to Bruce or Alfred, no. To Dick.

Jason finds this out when he shows up to Dick's apartment asking for a second pair of eyes on a case and Dick sharply cuts him off with a simple "No."

He's flabbergasted because Dick loves him? Dick's his big brother? Why is his big brother rejecting him? He's gonna need a whole therapy session on that alone.

Jason pouts and sulks and goes back to his apartment and Dick rolls his eyes. He loves his brother, really he does. But he needs to be humbled every now and then.

#dc comics #batfam #jason todd #damian wayne #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #tim drake #duke thomas #dick grayson #Bruce knows what's going #he comforts a pouting Jason

[cosmicanakin]

Hi, can you do an imagine about pranking vinnie, and telling him to try not to annoy you today, please

pranks.

pairing. vinnie hacker x female reader.

outline. you prank your boyfriend by telling him not to annoy you and it backfires, which wasn't what you expected.

contains. angst, (are we even surprised?), pranks, emotional distress, crying.

authors note. thank you for requesting anon babe ! i'm sorry if it wasn't exactly how you wanted it but i hope you enjoy <3

you wake up feeling mischievous, plotting a prank to play on your unsuspecting boyfriend vinnie. thinking up the perfect plan to really mess with him, you can't help the smirk forming as he slowly stirs awake.

leaning over, you whisper in his ear "good morning baby." however, your usually sweet tone holds an underlying edge of irritation that has vinnie blinking in confusion. before he can say anything, you continue in a clipped manner.

"i'm already annoyed so don't bother me at all for the rest of the day, okay? i mean it." his eyebrows furrow, clearly taken aback by your sharp words. searching your face for any sign that it's a joke, hurt washes over him as you give no indication you don't seriously want space.

"okay..." he says hesitantly, hurt flickering in his eyes as he climbs out of bed. part of you feels guilty seeing how your prank is already affecting him, but you're determined to commit fully to the bit. hopefully he'll catch on soon that you're messing with him.

throughout the morning, vinnie keeps his distance as asked, seeming uneasy and unsure what to do to not annoy you further. any attempts at jokes or affection are met with exaggerated irritation, cementing in his mind that you genuinely need space from him.

it grows harder to maintain your façade as his usual cheerfulness fades into guarded silence. by midday, remorse is gnawing a hole in your gut seeing how dejected vinnie appears. when he recoils from your touch with worried eyes, you can no longer take it.

"vinnie, i need to tell you something," you start, grabbing his arm as he tries to walk away. he pauses but doesn't turn, shoulders hunched in defeatedly. "this was all just a stupid prank baby, i don't actually want space from you."

whirling around, hurt and anger flash across his features. "a prank? i thought you were seriously pissed off at me! you had me questioning everything all day," he shouts, hurt turning to rage the longer he processes how badly you messed with him.

"i'm sorry, it was just a joke. i didn't mean to actually upset you,” you scramble to apologize but he brushes past, heading for the door. "where are you going?" panic surges through you, worrying you may have broken the fragile trust between you.

"i just need to be alone for a while, i can't even look at you right now," he spits venomously before slamming the front door behind him. collapsing to the floor, you pull your knees up to your chest as quiet sobs escape your lips.

hours pass with no word from vinnie, your texts and calls going unanswered in a painful silence. night falls heavily, adding to your despair wondering if you pushed him too far this time. just as you're about to give up hope, the door creaks open slowly.

lifting your head, you see vinnie standing uncertainly in the doorway, eyes puffy and red-rimmed from his own tears. without a word, he crosses over and falls into your waiting embrace, holding on for dear life. neither of you speak for a long while, simply taking comfort in being close again.

finally, vinnie pulls back enough to look at you with watery eyes. "i'm still so fucking mad at you but i love you too much to walk away. just promise me no more stupid pranks, okay?” he pleads brokenly.

"i promise, i'm so sorry sweetheart. can you ever forgive me?” you ask, cupping his face gently. he nods, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips in acceptance of your apology. holding each other tightly, you both silently vow to communicate better to avoid such hurt in the future.

your love proves stronger than any misstep could fracture, bonding that transcends fleeting fallouts. here in sanctuary of each other’s arms rediscovered, all remnants of shadows melt under floods of forgiveness' warmth. two souls learn as one, growing through missteps refined to blossoms entwining roots anchored in understanding deeper than any sea. this you vow eternally, to cherish the blossoms arising where hearts intertwine.

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[sturnioloshacker]

silent treatment - a vinnie hacker short

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended

summary: reader gives vinnie the silent treatment after he breaks a promise but they eventually make up

8:54pm

where in the blue hell is he? makeup applied carefully, outfit picked with confidence and pride, i sit at my dining room table with my phone tightly in my hand. i was promised to a date by vinnie, tonight at 7:30. we were both supposed to be going to the restaurant that we had our first date at to celebrate reaching 1 million subscribers on youtube. 

“it’ll be an amazing night for us.” he murmured to me the night before while tracing shapes on my back. 

“i know i’ve been busy with multiple fashion week events, but i’ll make it up to you sweetheart.”

i sigh, unlocking my phone to see i’m still left on delivered. time slowly ticks by as i grow more upset over my boyfriend breaking his promise. in a state of frustration and sadness, i head up to vinnie’s bathroom and begin my night routine, my patience hanging on by a thread. after ruining my makeup and crying in the shower, i flop onto my side of the bed. 

“princess!” i hear vinnie shout as he barges his way into the house and up the stairs, sounding frantic and out of breath.

“oh you’re here, thank the lord.”

i didn’t turn to face him, i didn’t want to face him. i stay rolled over facing the wall, pretending to be asleep. did i forget, vinnie thought, or was i genuinely asleep? brushing the thought away, vinnie stripped himself of his clothes, shimmied his plaid pyjama pants over his legs and slipped in beside me under the duvet. whispering goodnight to my ‘sleeping’ body, he reached around to wrap his arms around my torso to pull me closer. feeling my body tense, he knew i was awake. usually, when we cuddle, i relax in his embrace but tonight he pushed my buttons and i’m not having it. 

“y/n?” he murmured. 

“I’m going to sleep on the couch.” i muttered under my breath.

i get up out of bed and take my pillow with me. 

“hey, wait!” 

“i don’t want to wait anymore! i waited almost an hour and a half for you and where were you?! nowhere to be seen!”

i feel my chest cave in at the anger i’m feeling. i don’t want to look at vinnie, not even be around him. after weeks of not seeing him, he promised me one of the best date nights only to let me down. silence falls upon the both of us as I walk out of vinnie’s bedroom and to the couch in the living room. 

i didn’t get much slept last night, multiple thoughts raced through my mind. vinnie didn’t get much sleep either. the guilt was taking over his body, eating away at him as he groggily rolled out of bed. he couldn’t fathom the fact that he had broken his promise. time had just slipped away as he was trying on different outfits for the fashion week he just came back from. 

“morning.” he mumbles as he makes his way into the kitchen. 

i don’t reply, i just leave the kitchen to head to the living room to eat my breakfast. 

vinnie was hoping that i would leave all this behind and just talk to him like i normally do but i had other ideas. it’s not that i wanted to over dramatise the situation but i’m so hurt that i don’t want to sweep how i’m actually feeling under the rug and just forget about it. i’m used to him going to get fitted for the fashion week events he gets invited to but he’s normally back home at a certain time, especially when he has things planned for us to do. as much as i support him for what he does in his life, i want him to do the same thing for me but i feel like he's not.

“we need to talk.” vinnie said, disturbing my silence as i bit into my toast.

“baby, i’m not doing this silent treatment shit. i know i broke my promise to you and i’m so fucking sorry and i just need you to talk to me so we can sort this out. please, i need to hear your voice, i miss you.” the desperation in his voice echoing throughout the room.

“what’s there to say, vincent?” i snap.

his eyes widen as i use his full name. 

“you broke a promise that you know real well meant a lot to me, to both of us. i was all dressed up for you, my makeup was applied the way you like it, i wore the heels that you adore, i doused myself in the perfume you love, i was ready to celebrate 1 million youtube subscribers but you weren’t here, vinnie, and that broke my heart. you should know that i cried, i drowned myself in my own tears while i showered my happiness away. i'm happy for you when it comes to your modelling career and your fashion event status but i also want you to be happy for me in my youtube success and support me just as much as i support you. i feel as though i'm not getting that and it really hurts.”

the words hit vinnie like a truck, the guiltiness growing even more, just eating away at him like a flesh-eating animal. 

“i know i did, and i said i’m sorry. i understand that i hurt you and i didn’t mean to. there was just so many outfits and i lost track of time. it’s not like me to lose track of time, especially when i plan things. i'm truly sorry, my love. i want to be apart of your youtube journey, i want to support you the same way you support me. please let me make it up to you, please.”

the tears welling in his eyes, the sincerity in his words and the heartbroken look on his face had me tearing up. 

“were the outfits nice?” 

“honestly, yes. i’ll wear one to our date to celebrate your 1 million subscribers.” a smile tugging at his lips as he remembers the one particular fit that he knew would have you giggling like a little schoolgirl whose crush noticed her on the playground. 

“i was just upset, you know?”

vinnie nods, reaching out to take my hands in his. a light squeeze of my hands motions for me to continue.

“we haven’t seen each other in a couple of weeks and haven’t spent a night together in so long. i was all dressed up for you and i was ready to celebrate this amazing milestone of mine with you..”

i laugh at how pathetic and embarrassing i sound. 

“sorry, i probably sound so stupid right now.”

“no you don’t, sweetheart.” 

taking my plate from my hand, vinnie places it gently on the table in front of me and carefully pulls me up and into his arms. it felt nice to be wrapped in his arms again like this. i missed it so much. he presses a soft kiss to my temple before speaking up again.

“i’m so sorry, princess, it won’t ever happen again, i swear.”

all is forgiven with a sweet kiss on the lips and everything goes back to the way it was: absolutely perfect.

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker angst #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker blurb

[heartsforvin]

DATING VINNIE HACKER

hcs about what i think it’d be like to date vin <3

warnings; slight mentions of sex, boner mention, mention of wanting to have kids, i think that’s all but as always, lmk if i missed anything (:

since vinnie is so well known you two decided to keep your relationship private, but not a secret. fans know he’s no longer single, they just don’t know who he’s dating.

the two of you will post pictures together, but not of faces, just like hands or the back of each others heads , kinda like if you were to soft launch the relationship without actually doing so.

the roommates LOVE you, as you with them. sometimes you love them more than vinnie.

he was so nervous to have you meet his parents and brother, but the minute you stepped in the door you were already engulfed in hugs by all three family members.

when vinnie would skate regularly, he’d take you with to skate with him / teach you how.

sometimes he’ll take you on trips, like if he has events to go to out of the country, he’ll take you with.

since it’s just the two of you in the hotel rooms, you know his horny ass will be fucking you all night.

when you can’t attend the events with him and both of you really miss each other, phone sex is suddenly your guys’ best friend.

sometimes when you’re over at his house and he’s streaming, you’ll accidentally start talking, forgetting that he’s streaming, and the chat will go crazy, asking vinnie who is in his room.

on days where neither of you are busy, the two of you will have a movie day, cuddling each other (hera joins you guys too ofc).

this man has the BIGGEST heart ever, so on holidays such as valentine’s day, he’ll go all out and plan a very cute date for the two of you, giving you the most cute gifts as well.

when you guys go back to seattle together he’ll take you around the city and show you all his favorite places he’d go to when he was in high school.

sometimes you’ll watch him and jett work on the cars in the garage and you can’t help but think of how hot your boyfriend looks while doing so.

vinnie knows you absolutely LOVE his long hair, so when he got it cut a little shorter than usual for the first time while being with you, he was so scared you wouldn’t find him attractive anymore.

“baby, you look so hot.” you’d say to him as you run your hand through his hair. the poor boy blushes so hard his cheeks are bright red.

he also knows how much you love his facial hair, sometimes he’ll shave it just to piss you off.

“vin! why’d you do that, you look so good with it!” you’d whine once you see that it’s no longer there.

when he leaves it for a few days you’ll get so excited, wondering when he’ll shave (you secretly wish it won’t be for awhile).

sometimes you’ll get him all riled up by whispering in his ear while with his friends and say, “better keep that for awhile, i love the way it feels when you’re in between my thighs.”

the poor boy will flush bright red and have to make an excuse to use the bathroom to get rid of his boner.

vinnie is for sure just a bit jealous. when out in public together you guys tend to keep the PDA to a minimum, but when he sees a guy that keeps checking you out, he’ll pull you in by the waist and kiss you, making the guy scoff and walk away.

same with you, you know girls are swooning for the boy, so when you hear a girl try to flirt with him, you’ll wrap your arms around his waist and kiss him.

one day vinnie had walked into his room and saw you cradling hera in your arms, kissing her head and the minute he saw that — instant baby fever.

“let’s make a baby.” he whispered in your ear, you just laughed.

“we’re too young for a baby right now, vin.”

“so you’re saying we can in the future?” his eyes lit up so bright you couldn’t help but smile. you told him maybe.

you would admit that he would make a great dad, he’s already an amazing cat dad to hera.

when your guys’ anniversary comes around he goes all out, getting reservations at your favorite restaurant, taking you out stargazing after, and just putting so much effort into it.

you’ll wear his tshirts so often they basically become yours, but vinnie doesn’t mind, he absolutely loves seeing you in them.

when the newest purgatory drops release, he’s sure to get you free merch for being his girl, and you love him for that.

besides all the sex jokes and him basically having a dirty mind 90% of the time, he’s the most caring and sweet boy ever, you can’t believe you get to call him yours.

he can’t believe he gets to call you his girl either, the two of you are so grateful for each other

first hc post i hope you liked it !! i got a little carried away LOL but as always, requests are open !! <3

#vhackerr #vinniehacker #vincent hacker #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker imagines #vinnie hacker smut #vinniehackerfanfic #vvhacker #vinniehacker headcanons #vinnie x y/n #vinnie x reader

[ayylovley]

Could you do some windbreaker characters with a fem s/o that likes to wear lolita dresses :) you can choose the windbreaker characters I can’t decide they are all so hot ^ - ^

Yess hope you enjoy ✨

𝔚𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔵 𝔏𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔪 𝔰/𝔬

✧.* JayJo

Once he saw you for the first time he’s bug-eyed and curious. Normally your style isn’t common so you stand out a lot. Some people around you compliment you and ask where you got your outfits. Others are annoying and mean and want to make fun of you and sometimes it’s very subtle. But Jay is very observant and can see the talking shit behind your back, and he’s not going to have any of it. Even if he doesn’t know you that well your style grabbed his attention, so little by little he’ll start talking to you. Being one of the people that compliment you but something was different with him, his smile was warmer and his body language exposed slight interest. Whatever you wear is his excuse to talk to you, for example if you’re holding an umbrella on a nice day he wants to talk about your outfit and then ends up asking more questions.

Conversations become about what type of music you guys like, what artists, recommendations, anything you recommend he will listen to it once he’s at home while he’s studying. But he can barely concentrate because you’re on his mind constantly. The music turns into eventually exchanging phone numbers to talk more, Jay is trying to stay friends for very long though because a month later he asked you out. Now that you guys are dating anything you wear he loves, even looking up the Lolita style online to search for dresses and accessories and send you pictures of them ‘Do you like this?’ ‘This reminds me of you.’ ‘I think you’d look good in this one’

He’s more protective of you because ain’t no way he’s gonna let anyone make fun of you now. Warnings and threats can turn into physical fights because people are so petty. He teaches them a lesson though, and he’s extra romantic with you afterwards. He admires your confidence and how you embrace yourself he doesn’t want that to end. A confidence booster, for sure. He’s your biggest fan, probably wants to take pictures of you a lot. Even if he doesn’t show it, trust me he’s obsessed with you and wants to be around you every second of every day

(That was long idk what happened just brain meats poured scenarios out of my head)

✧.* Vinny Hong

(This got a bit angsty)

Ok Vinny isn’t going to be as… responsive to how he likes your style, but he still thinks it’s really cool. If you’re dating him since he’s poor he’ll feel guilt for not being able to afford to buy you more outfits but at least he can afford flowers that match the color of what you’re wearing that day on a date. Whatever he can’t afford, he comes up with a plan to give whatever he has. He acts cold but he genuinely cares about you and wouldn’t want to lose you for the world. If you’re still dating him when he’s rich that’s when he’ll spoil you. He doesn’t expect anything back he just wants you to be happy.

You won’t be able to see Vinny as much due to crew business, but once he makes time for you he doesn’t want to leave you. These times are actually the hardest because if he’s going through it he will want to hold you. No need for words when you finally see each other he just wants to be in your arms again. And once he has to leave again he is even worse than before, your smiles just give him peace and comfort again and he needs that more than ever.

✧.* Dom Kang

Dom is simping… you’re a goddess to him that whenever he sees you he gets flustered and embarrasses himself a little. He’s not shy about showing how much he loves you, random kisses, hugs from behind, lots of compliments. He likes to brag and show you off (didn’t mean to reference the Doja Cat song lmao) But seriously he does… Especially when you’re rooting for him during the tournaments and he wins. He’s proud of himself and especially when you shower him with praises and hugs. Watch him melt and turn into a puddle.

✧.* Shelly Scott

One of the most romantic characters and your biggest supporter. If you don’t pull the strings she does and a lot of the times being the flirty one. You got her attention with your stand outish style like Jay. She genuinely wanted to be your friend at first, but she fell first and she fell hard. You fell hard too from how her charismatic personality and caring so much was pulling you in. It’ll take a little longer to confess to each other because you both assume you might not be into girls. But with little hints from Shelly, it started with subtle flirting comments like “If you were my girlfriend I’d spoil you.”

Finally she got the courage for just one date and see how it goes. Pretty much by the second date you’re official. She’s a bit clingy but that’s just her way of showing that she loves you. When she was training hard twitch her dad to help Humming Bird unfortunately she couldn’t reach out to you much but would send occasional texts like ‘😚’ or the cutesy love gifs

✧.* Wooin Yoo

Wooin might fun of you… Especially when he met you, but in his head he thinks he looks good and he can think it’s pretty hot that you don’t care what people think. And just like Dom, I feel like he enjoys when you watch him during his races. But compared to Dom, Wooin is kissing his own ass, “did you see how awesome I am, babe?” So you’d probably be mostly quiet until he’s done talking about himself or notices that you’re not saying anything to hype him up and comments on it

If someone made fun of you that’s when his limit comes because only he can make fun of you. He doesn’t care who it is even if his crew were to make fun of you. Though that wouldn’t really happen because 1. They know Wooin would be pissed 2. They actually don’t care how you dress. Surprisingly when you spend more time with The Sabbath Crew they aren’t as mean as you thought. Well, compared to your own boyfriend. But really when it comes to Wooin he is on high alert when you’re out with him making sure no one is looking at you the wrong way

✧.* Joker

Joker is the quiet type. But he’ll make up with it with physical touch and kisses. Just like Wooin he can’t stand it when people talk shit. Except Wooin doesn’t get into fights unless he’s provoked to, Joker on the other hand is violent. So he isn’t giving any warnings he’s giving a punch to a face. If you tell him that you don’t like when he gets into fights he will just not do it in front of you

On the cutesy side of things you met his brother and he thought you were cool. And his new puppy might finally have a babysitter while he’s in tournaments if you’re ok with it. If not he can just take the puppy with him like usual. Now he has someone to gush over animals with.

#sorry dom’s was so short I was struggling to think of anything besides he’s just a sweetheart #windbreaker x reader #windbreaker

[bloatedandalone04]

Heartbreak Prince

➪the one where you’re a princess and anakin saves you in more ways than one. (requested)

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, unprotected sex, praise kink, hair pulling, mutual pining, cheating, forced marriage, descriptions of injuries, pet names to the max, mentions of bad past sexual experiences, possible part 2 if i get inspired

Word Count: 8k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

The pain in your ankle was nothing compared to the feeling of your heart beating loudly in your chest. You sit back against the seat and refrain from glancing over at the man who had saved you countless of times before you had been carried onto his ship. 

He was beautiful, for a lack of better words. 

The scar that began in the middle of his forehead and went to just below his right eye only added to the overall attractiveness of his face and you found yourself drawn to the imperfection whenever you allowed yourself to look at him.

He was sitting in the pilot seat, so his back was towards you. It made meeting his eye a lot harder to do, but not impossible as you had caught him looking back at you more than once now, despite him trying to play it off afterwards with a clearing of his throat. 

There was something there. You could feel it. 

It could very well be the need to please the kind man who had risked his life to save yours, or it could be the fact that you were running on pain and fear at the moment. It could also be the attraction you felt deep within you, the surge of heat that flooded your body every time your eyes met his. 

It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. And you welcomed it with open arms. 

Sitting in the back of the ship filled you with a sense of adventure, something you never allowed yourself to feel as it seemed as though your life had already been planned out for you;

Attend your coronation to be crowned Queen of Alderaan, Marry King Vinny, become a stay at home mother who will never have to leave the house, and carry your husband’s children. 

That wouldn’t be so bad, if it was what you wanted. 

Sure, you wanted to get married one day and have a baby or two, but to and with someone you were deeply in love with, not someone who only saw you as a personal benefit. 

An object. A form of insurance, really. 

You wanted out. 

Grabbing onto the bottom of the seat, you’re unable to dwell on your past and future any longer as the Knight has stood up and made the few steps towards you. He held out his hand to you as the other man brushed past him and opened the door. You take the gloved hand of the handsome stranger, allowing him to pull you up and onto your feet.

He murmurs a quiet, “Princess,” as a way of asking for consent. You nod once and wrap your arm around his shoulder when he leaned down to grip the back of your thighs. He lifted you up with ease, the tears in your dress doing very little to prevent his skin from touching yours as he exited the ship. 

You try to ignore the musky scent that radiates from him as he carries you into the biggest structure you have ever seen. A temple, perhaps?

He carried you through hallway after hallway, never once bumping into another person. Was he keeping your presence a secret? Or was this massive building void of anyone else other than you and him? 

You lock your hands around his neck as you ask, “Where are you taking me?”

His hold on you never falters as he turns a corner, his grip firm but gentle. “Somewhere away from the eyes of the Jedi,” he answered and you looked up at him, your eyes focusing on the small freckles that littered his face. “I can look at that ankle for you, as well. If you want.”

Your lips curve upwards as you avert your eyes to the stone walls as they pass by. “What, you’re a trained medic now, too?” You tease quietly, feeling your face heat up in pride when you catch sight of the way his lips mimicked yours in a small smile.

“I wouldn’t go as far as to say that,” he simply says as he stops in front of a door. 

“I am eternally grateful for your honesty,” you say as he somehow manages to open the door while still holding you in his arms. He shakes his head at your words as he enters the room, the door shutting quietly behind him. You glance around the space and feel your body tense up at the sight. “Where are we?”

“My room,” he answers as he crosses the large space to gently sit you down on his bed. 

You nod in understanding, shying away from his intense gaze as you look at the floor. “It’s nice,”

He opens his mouth to respond before three knocks are heard at the door. He glances back at it before turning to you. “This will only take a second,” he promised, gesturing to your still throbbing ankle. “Then I can check to see if anything is broken.”

You nod again and watch as he walks back to the door and gets pulled into a conversation with the man who was in the seat beside him back on the ship. 

“She’s safe here, for now,” the man says in a hushed tone. “You must not let her out of your sight. Try to keep her comfortable, this is all new to her.”

“And Alderaan?”

“It’s indisposed,” your brows furrow at that as you lift your legs up to rid yourself of your uncomfortable shoes. You suck in a breath when you tug too hard on your ankle, dropping the heels beside the bed after glancing down at your red skin. “Y/n is under your protection from here on out. Guard her, keep her safe until she is able to return home.”

“You have my word, Master,” your heart swells at how genuine the Knight sounded. “Where are you going?”

“I must join the fight, Anakin. Don’t worry, I will be back as soon as it’s safe for her people,” 

You chew on your bottom lip as they wrap up their quiet exchange, your eyes flickering upwards when the man enters the room once again. “Is everything alright?” You ask as he nears the bed. 

He nods and moves to crouch in front of you. “You have nothing to worry about, princess,” he says as he gently lifts your leg up to inspect your ankle. “Obi-Wan will take care of everything to ensure your return to Alderaan is a safe one.”

You try to hold back a noise of distaste from both the thought of going back there, as well as the jolt of pain that shot up your leg. “And what about you?” You ask and refuse to look at the bruised skin of your ankle, knowing that the sight will more than likely make you freak out or go into shock. You hated injuries of any kind, and hated how they looked, so to see one on your own body would be like the end of the world. “I now know the name of your trusty co-pilot, but haven’t yet been told what yours is.”

His blue eyes flicker up to meet yours, one of the corners of his mouth twitching up as he sets your leg back down on the soft comforter. “Anakin,”

You blink a few times but don’t break eye contact completely as you open your mouth to respond, “Well, Anakin,” you hate how much you love the way his name sounds rolling off your tongue. “What’s the diagnosis?” 

“Just a sprain,” he says as he stands back up. “You’ll be alright.”

“Wow, you could tell that by just looking at it?” You ask, more than a little shocked at the skills of the man before you. “Your lover must be proud.”

You hoped you weren’t being too obvious or too forward. You could always blame it on the pain making you act out, when in reality, you found yourself wishing that this beautiful man’s heart hadn’t been taken by someone. 

Luckily, he just laughed and shook his head. “I have no lover, princess,” he says as he enters the bathroom. Your face heats up at the name, having heard it many times now from others, but loving the way it sounded when he said it. He returns a few seconds later, a roll of bandage in his hand. “But I appreciate the assumption.”

“I do apologize,” you say, moving over just a bit when he sits next to you on the bed. Gently, he takes your leg in his cold hand and sets it on his lap, his flesh hand beginning to wrap your ankle up in the bandage. “I guess I just find it hard to believe you aren’t taken by a lucky lady.”

“I’m not sure how lucky she would be,” he dismissed as he tugged softly on the end of the bandage to tightly secure it around your pulsing ankle. “I’m nothing special.”

“You saved my life,” you point out and keep your leg draped over his lap, pretending not to notice how the end of your dress slipped up to reveal a fair amount of your skin to him. “If it were me, I would never let a man like you go.”

Anakin swallowed harshly as your words sank in. Should he allow himself to return the flirt? Should he remain professional and closed off, like he was trained to do? “Jedi are forbidden to form attachments like that, anyway,”

His eyes flicker all over your face before dropping downwards and narrowing on the small piece of jewelry he had only just now noticed. 

“It appears you’re already spoken for,” Anakin observes as his metal fingers wrap around your wrist and lift your hand, the sparkle of the lights reflecting off the quaint - and quite hideous - ring on your finger.

“Yeah, well,” you mutter and pull your hand away, looking down at the silk sheets beneath you. “Maybe you can save me from that, too.”

“You’re not happy?” He hoped you wouldn’t brush off his attempt to pry into your personal life. He just wanted to know more about you. He would be spending a lot of time with you while the chaos settles down on Alderaan, so why not get to know you a bit better? 

That was his excuse, anyway.

“Happy?” You ask with a scoff, meeting his eyes once again. “I haven’t felt an ounce of happiness since Vinny put this atrocious thing on me.”

Anakin remained silent, wanting to hear more about you and all that you are. He couldn’t help the small, barely-there grin on his lips at the fact that you shared the same opinion of the ring as he did. 

“I don’t want to be a Queen. I don’t wish to be held responsible for thousands of people, not in the way Vinny does,” you continue, unsure as to why you felt so comfortable around the Knight, enough to get into the nitty details of your future crowning. “I don’t crave that sense of power and respect I was told I’d be given once I’m married. I don’t need it or want it.”

He thought over his next words carefully before placing his hand flat on the bed next to your knee. “So, what do you want?” 

-

After spending nearly a week with the Jedi Knight, you could safely say you knew what you wanted. 

It was him.

Anakin was everything you wanted to be, explore, and adventure with. He was kind, his soul pure behind his dark and hardened exterior. 

The coronation, the status, the power; you’d give it all up to spend the rest of your life with a man like him. Or, more specifically, him in general. 

Anakin was fun, had exciting stories to share with you and countless places to show you. Your desire for him grew with each passing day you spent with him, tucked under his strong arm or shying away from his protective gaze. 

You wanted him. And you wanted him badly. 

You weren’t sure how he was able to form these kinds of urges inside of you not even a week into knowing him, but you weren’t questioning it one bit. The feelings he gave you were new and ones you had never experienced before. You felt your past self slipping away right before your very eyes, and you did nothing to stop it. You did nothing to remain as the person who once had no choice, no sense of feeling needed or wanted or important. 

Anakin made you feel all those things and more. And he didn’t even need to verbally express it. 

His actions alone said what his mouth couldn’t.

The way his body covered yours when you left the confines of his room. The way he was never more than a foot away from you at all times. The way he was ready to fight for you and save your life again with no hesitation at all. 

Sure, it was what he was meant to do, his mission, if you will. Still, it didn’t make you feel any less important. 

For the first time in a long time, you felt alive.

And you knew exactly who the reason was. 

His bedroom held a lot of empty space, perfect for a quick lesson from the Knight, just in case he wasn’t there if you were to be attacked. Not that he planned on leaving your side until he knew you’d be safe, the thought of you knowing how to use a lightsaber put him at ease, even if just a bit. 

He stood behind you, his metal hand wrapped around your wrist as you held the handle of his lightsaber. “Remember to keep a firm grip on this,” he reminded you as he guided your other hand to hold onto the handle as well. “The last thing you want is for it to be knocked out of your grasp while in battle.”

You nod, feeling the front of his body press against your back as he towers over you, his other hand coming up to cover the one he had just guided towards the weapon. You tried to ignore the blush that covered your face as he lined himself up with you and the feeling of his much bigger hands placed over yours.

“Ready?” He asked, his breath hitting the top of your ear and making you suppress a shiver. After you nod again, he helps guide your hands downwards in a swift motion, the lightsaber igniting in a beam of blue as it lit up the darkening room. 

You squeal in excitement, nearly dropping the weapon as you jump up and down in his arms. 

Anakin shook his head, a quiet laugh escaping him as you almost did the one thing he reminded you not to do. He couldn’t bring himself to be mad, however. 

Your jumps stopped abruptly as you landed on your sore ankle, a whine leaving your lips as you lifted your leg to take the pressure off it. “Alright,” he says with a small laugh, taking the lightsaber from you with one hand while he keeps his other on your arm. “I think that’s enough for today.”

“Sorry,” you murmured and watched as he reached over to place the weapon on his dresser, his hand slipping down to gently grip your waist as he led you over to his bed. “Did I just ruin it?”

Anakin shook his head as you sat down on the silk sheets. He hadn’t gotten around to making the bed yet, but seeing as it was nearing nightfall, there really wasn’t any point in doing it now as he’d be turning in for the night soon, anyway. “Not at all, princess,” he answered and gestured for you to lay your sore leg across his lap once he was sitting next to you. “How bad does it hurt?”

“It’s bearable,” you shrug and bring up your hand to your mouth, your teeth beginning to chew on the nail of your thumb. “And I’ve told you to refer to me by my name.” Despite loving the way he said the word ‘princess’, the feelings that bubbled inside you everytime he called you that would make you act out sooner rather than later. 

“Y/n,” he corrected himself with a teasing grin as his fingers began to gently apply pressure to the skin around your ankle. His touch was soft as to not disturb the bruised skin even more, the pads of his fingers massaging you in a way that had you holding back sounds of satisfaction.

“Better,” you send him a cheeky grin before looking down. His gloved hand rested on your knee while the fingers of his other softly soothed the ache you had just made with all your jumping. 

You couldn’t help it. Anakin made everything so exciting. 

The very real fact that you were expected to return to Alderaan whenever the war had ended was one you weren’t fond of in the slightest. You didn’t want to go home, didn’t want to leave the Knight who had completely changed your perspective on life and showed you that there were other things to look forward to other than marriage and power.

He filled you with a sense of adventure, a need for adrenaline and a desire for something more than what you would be met with after you married Vinny. Unwillingly married, you should say.

You always imagined you’d marry someone you were in love with, you believed that was what it was about; meet someone who flips your world upside down, fall in love with them and eventually settle down by getting married then starting a family. 

That was how it should be.

And it very well could be if you were to continue down the path you were currently on. 

It was unbelievably hard not to fall in love with Anakin. He proved that to you every day you got to see him, experience a bit of his life and dive into all he is. 

If he asked you tomorrow to stay with him, you feared you wouldn’t hesitate one bit to agree. But the fear only added to the excitement. 

After sitting in a comfortable silence for a few seconds, he breaks it and looks over at you, “I’ve been informed that the war should be over soon,” he says and you feel your heart deflate at his words. “You should be able to go home any day now.”

You wondered if you were imagining the bitterness and uneasiness in his voice. “Oh,” you say quietly and look down at your hands that rested on your lap. “That’s….that’s good.”

Your tone completely betrays you and gives away how you were really feeling. Anakin can easily tell that you’re saddened by the news, as is he, secretly. “Is it?”

You meet his eye as you pick at the skin around your nails, something he had observed you do many times during the past week. He was surprised at the many habits he’s seen you do in such a short amount of time, but it filled him with pride to know that you were comfortable enough to show him those sides of you. “No,” you answer and inhale sharply when you tug a bit too hard at the skin. 

Anakin reached over and took your hand in his metal one, his touch surprisingly gentle. “Don’t you miss your home?” 

You did, but, “I’d miss you more,” you say before breaking eye contact and shaking your head. “Maybe I’m wrong for thinking this, but I don’t think I could ever be truly happy there. Not after all you’ve shown me. Alderaan…it doesn’t feel like home. It doesn’t make me feel how I am now, with you.”

He felt his heart leap in his chest at your words, but he kept calm and slowly began trailing his fingers up the length of your leg. “How do you feel now?”

Do you feel the same way I do?

He hoped so. 

You lift your head and shrug. “Happy,” you simply answer before adding, “You make me happy.”

Anakin did his best to ignore the surge of joy that flowed through his veins but he knew it was what gave him the confidence to lift his hand from your leg and reach for your own. His index finger spun the ring around on your left hand, his eyes narrowing at the physical evidence that someone else had already claimed you. “Vinny doesn’t make you happy?”

You shift closer just slightly, placing your feet flat on the other side of his lap so the backs of your thighs are hovering over his. “He never has,” you say. “I’ve spent nearly a year with the man and not once has he ever made me feel the way that you do. I don’t love him, Anakin. Not in the way I could love you.”

His breath hitched and had you not been a mere few inches from him, you would’ve surely missed the sound. 

You were falling in love with him.

And Anakin was falling in love with you.

This felt too good to be true. It possibly was. 

You were already on your way to marry another man, one who didn’t appreciate you in the way you deserve…in the ways Anakin would in a heartbeat. 

He wasn’t supposed to end up here. 

His task was simple; keep you safe and don’t let you out of his sight.

He never thought he would’ve ended up falling so hard and fast for you a mere few days into protecting you. 

In all fairness, he was never meant to. He was told he can’t form bonds, can’t connect with someone on this deep of a level, but this felt inevitable. 

He had saved your life, and you had changed his.  

Anakin didn’t know what to say, so he kept quiet and instead the spinning of your ring came to a stop, his fingers pausing on the silver band before he slowly slid it off. “You deserve happiness, Y/n,” he murmurs and holds the ring between his fingers. “I hope you find the one thing that makes you truly happy….. and you never let it go.”

You inch closer, keeping your eyes locked with his for any sign that you were overstepping any invisible boundaries. “I think I’ve already found it,” you say just as quietly. Seconds pass with neither of you saying a word, your heads moving closer and closer until your foreheads are pressed together. Now looking at his lips, you offer him an out before you break and destroy any possible friendship that might have been forming between you. “If you’ll have me.”

Truth be told, Anakin didn’t think you two could ever be just friends. You were his mission and he was your protector. And friendship is overrated.

At least that’s what ran through his head before he closed the distance completely and pressed his lips to yours. 

It was inevitable. You two were too close, both mentally and physically, his hand extending outwards and carelessly letting go of the ring. It fell to the ground, the sound of it hitting the floor a mere background noise as his hands went to either side of your face. 

He pulled away first, his thumb gently stroking the bone of your cheek as his eyes became fixated on the sight of your parted lips. Your own eyes stayed closed as you longed for the feeling of his lips on yours again.

Reaching your hand up, you grip the back of his neck and kiss him once more. This one was more heated, more desperate and needy as his hands moved to your waist. You hardly had a chance to process what was happening as he pulled you onto him, your knees pressing into the mattress beside his hips as you straddle him. 

Your other hand lifts up and tangles in his hair, your fingers gently tugging on the curls at the base of his neck. Your lips melded against his damn near perfectly, your back arching and allowing your chest to press right up against his. 

Anakin angled his head to the slide, his hands pulling you closer by the waist as he deepened the kiss. “I’m selfish”, he murmured against your mouth as he pressed another kiss to it. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

You pulled back to gaze into his eyes, your lip pouting just a bit as you shook your head. “I’m the selfish one, Anakin. You’re not supposed to form attachments yet here I am, hopelessly throwing myself at you when I know what the consequences can be,” 

He holds onto you tighter, his eyes narrowing on the curve of your bottom lip. “It doesn’t matter. No one can take me away from you, princess,” he said before correcting himself. “I mean, Y/n.”

For some reason, the way he said the name didn’t make you feel like the stuck up person you felt yourself shaping into. He said it with genuine respect, unlike the forced respect you were so used to hearing. The change was unexpected but intriguing nonetheless. “No, I like when you call me that,” you say and quickly add, “It makes me feel different when I hear you say it. Makes me feel special.”

He leans in and presses kiss to your lips. “You are special,” his response sounded completely genuine and it only added fuel to the fire that was steadily building within you. “And you deserve someone who makes you feel special everyday for the rest of your life.”

You settle closer to him, gently massaging his tense shoulders. The feeling of them relaxing under your touch almost immediately had you laughing softly. “If I say I want that someone to be you,” you begin, pulling back just slightly to be able to look into his eyes. “Will I be making a mistake?”

“You might be,” he trailed off, returning his forehead to yours. It was if he didn’t want to part from you, like the only thing he wanted at that moment was to feel you against him in any way he could. “But I believe that I would be making a bigger mistake if you were to leave without knowing how I feel about you.”

You wait for him to continue, your fingers dancing across his chest when he doesn’t. “How do you feel about me?”

He shakes his head, his eyes raking over your entire form as you rested on top of him. “Too strongly to form words,”

Chewing on your bottom lip, you carefully choose what to say next, knowing that you both wanted the same thing. “Then show me,” you offer, gently grabbing his wrists in your hands. “Touch me, Anakin. Let me feel the things you can’t put into words.” 

Anakin, the gentleman he is, stilled in your grasp. You took it upon yourself to place one of his hands on your lower back and the other on your chest, right over your heart. He looked up at you as he felt the steady beating of your heart against his glove covered hand, his own heart hammering harshly against his chest. “I don’t want you to leave,”

His words were nothing but genuine, held nothing but sincerity and they came out sounding borderline desperate, but it only made you nod in agreement. “I don’t want to leave you,” you say and lean in, ghosting your lips over his. “I just want you.”

At your confession, Anakin closes the gap between you again and presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss. Like the first one, it quickly takes your breath away and you grip onto his shoulders to steady yourself as a wave of dizziness washes over you. 

You tug him closer, your thumbs pressing into the base of his neck as you angle your head to get better access to his mouth. 

Acting on your previous wishes for him to show you how he felt, Anakin allowed his hands to travel to the end of your shirt and lift it up, his flesh hand feeling the goosebumps that he had caused against the skin of your stomach. 

A feeling of pride filled him at the visible proof of how well your body reacted to his touch. His growing theory that you were made for him only felt that more real as you allowed him to remove the shirt from your body completely, your chest now bare and exposed for only him to see. 

Just as he expected, you were nothing short of beautiful. 

He pulled away just long enough for him to be able to guide you to lay on your back, your head resting just below the pillows as he hovered over you. He leaned back in, but instead attached his lips to the exposed skin of your shoulder, the feather light touch making you feel dizzy with want. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this; so wanted, needed, desired. 

Vinny had never once made you feel the way Anakin does. He doesn’t compare to the urges you’ve felt since laying eyes on the Jedi Knight. He would never live up to the care and respect Anakin has shown you since arriving on Coruscant. 

It was terrifying to think about the very real fact that you would be expected to return to Alderaan soon and be forced to leave everything you had grown to know behind. 

Forced to leave him behind. 

Your last nights with Anakin have been nothing but pure bliss, and tonight might just be the best night of your entire life. You weren’t going to waste it by dwelling on the future, weren’t going to ruin it by bringing up your eventual departure. 

You were going to pretend that this was your home, that this man that was peppering your neck with hot kisses was your lover, and that everything will be fine afterwards. 

It was easier to pretend than to accept reality. 

His words bring you out of your cruel thoughts. “You’re so beautiful, princess,” he murmured against your skin. Your face heats up and a chill runs down your spine, the compliment you had heard many times from your people sounding so much better when it came from him. 

“I want you, Anakin,” you say and watch as his eyes flicker up to meet yours. His lips leave the skin of your abdomen as he lifts his head, his blue eyes a shade or two darker than before. “I need you to make me forget about everything, even if just for a night.”

He pulls back completely as your hands push at the fabric of his shirt, the material beginning to slide off his shoulders and revealing his toned chest. Slowly he nodded, allowing your shaky fingers to pull off his glove, before taking your hands in his. 

Leaning back down, Anakin presses your joined hands against the mattress beside your head and pins them there with little to no strength needed. You wouldn’t resist him, not when you were finally being given what you had wanted since the day he risked his life to save yours. 

His lips connected with yours as he pressed his body down onto you, the skin to skin contact being everything you both thought it would be, perhaps even better. He wanted to take his time with you, touch every part of you and memorize the feeling so he had something to hold onto when you had to leave him behind. 

He wanted to cement the map of your body into his mind, the way your legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. He wanted to experience the way he was feeling right now for the rest of his life, however long that may be, and he wanted to never let you go. 

He really was selfish. 

You were not made for him, nor were you meant for him, but that didn’t make this seem any less right, any less perfect. You were perfect. 

“Anakin,” Stars, he could listen to the way you said his name on repeat for the rest of his life. He pulled away from your mouth to be able to look into your eyes, leaning into your touch when you reached up to caress the side of his face. “I need to feel you. Please.”

He turns his head and presses a kiss to the palm of your hand before nuzzling his cheek against it. “Alright, angel,” he nearly whispered, his metal hand beginning to tug down the fabric of your pants. Once they were down and off your legs, he kept his other hand pressed against the mattress next to your head as he kicked off his own pants, with the help of your eager hands. 

With your clothing now completely discarded there was nothing in the way of his view of your body, and yours of his. He was by far the most handsome man you had ever been blessed to see, and out of the few little run-ins Anakin has had with women, you were the most breathtakingly beautiful.

The contrast of his cold hand on your heated skin was like nothing you had ever felt before. It only added to the new and unique feelings he had provided you with since you met him. 

You didn’t want to think about how boring and plain your life will be again once you are set to return home.

“Please,” you whisper again, one of your hands tangling in his hair and pulling on the strands. “Make me yours.”

Anakin’s jaw went slack at your pleads and he leaned down to press his body against yours, the skin on skin contact sending his mind into a frenzy. Locking your leg around his waist, he keeps it there with his metal hand as his other one caresses the side of your face, his elbow digging into the mattress to keep him upright. 

“You want me to make you mine, sweet girl?” He asked and you took notice of how deep his voice had gotten. You nod and were about to answer him when he ran the tip of his length down your slit before pushing into you. Your mouth fell open and you grip his bicep at the stretch, your eyes falling shut. “You have no idea how much I wish you were, my angel, my princess.”

“Anakin,” you whine breathlessly and pull him closer, tilting your head to the side. 

He gets the hint pretty quickly and dips his head down to begin placing open mouth kisses along the skin of your neck. At the sound of your breath hitching and the quiet moans leaving your lips, Anakin sets a steady pace that had him cursing silently. “I love the sounds you make, angel,” he mumbles, pressing a quick kiss to your jaw and then another one to your cheek. “So good, so perfect for me.”

You moan loudly at the praise, tugging a bit harder on his hair in response. “I’m not perfect, Anakin,” you dismiss his words. He pulls his head away from your neck to meet your eyes, fully prepared to call you out on how wrong you were. You beat him to it. “You’re the perfect one. You saved my life then continued to protect me with yours, and that is something I can never repay you for.” 

He shakes his head, his hand that was on your leg sliding up to grip your hip as he thrusts sharply into you, successfully shutting you up. “You’re wrong,” he says as he tucks away the strands of your hair that messily fell over your forehead. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, one that has you whining softly at how short lived it was when he pulled away. “I don’t need you to repay me. I don’t want you to. I just want you.”

You bring both hands up to rest on either side of his face, your thumbs gently stroking over his cheekbones. Your body swayed with the movement of his hips, your nose brushing against his every time he slipped into you. “Anakin,” it was the only thing you could say as any and all words seemed to have escaped you. 

A deep groan that sounded borderline desperate towards the end leaves the back of his throat as he goes from slow and gentle thrusts to quick and powerful ones. “Stay with me,” he whispers against your lips. It was a selfish ask, and one he knew would be next to impossible for you to oblige to, but he couldn’t help himself. 

Anakin wasn’t a liar, he meant it when he said he wanted you. He wants you more than he’s ever wanted anything in his entire life. During the twenty one years he’s lived he has never felt so strongly, so desperately about someone before, and he couldn’t help but cling onto the feeling of longing with everything he had in him. 

Shutting out the rest of the world and only focusing on the way you looked beneath him, so willing and compliant, was easy. It felt right and like he was meant to experience this with you. 

You fall quiet at his request, your hand pushing away his fallen curls to allow you to gaze into the sea of blue you had fallen so hard for. 

Unsure of what to say as you were suddenly overcome with a sense of guilt, one so strong that you never knew you were capable of feeling this way, you lean up and connect your lips to his in a searing kiss. 

He returns the kiss with about as much need as you poured into it. Your lips said the words you couldn’t form, but you knew he needed reassurance that came in the form of verbal confirmation. So, you pull away when his tip reaches a depth in you that had you seeing stars for a quick second. “I want nothing more than to stay with you,” you struggle to get out, the quick pace of his hips making your ability to speak a lot harder than normal. At the relief that flashes through his eyes, you continue, “Keep me hidden, lock me away from the others and have me all to yourself. I don’t think I could be happy anywhere else.”

Much like yourself, Anakin was also struggling to form words, your offers as well as the way you were clenching around him impossibly tight only adding to that. “I’ve waited for you, sweet girl,” he breathed out, caging you in by placing his forearms on either side of your head. “My whole life I’ve been waiting for you, and now that I finally have you I won’t let you go.”

He was possessive and said everything you craved to hear. “Never let me go,” 

He pressed his lips to yours at the same time you used what little energy you had left to lift yourself up while also using your grip on his shoulders to flip him over. His lower back was now where your head was a mere few seconds ago, his chest pressed to yours as you straddled him. 

This angle allowed him to reach even deeper than before and he groaned at the way your eager walls hugged him with each lift of your hips. “Just like that, princess,” he murmured against your mouth, his eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of your hands tugging at his hair. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this good, felt this free. Vinny never let you get intimate with him, not unless he initiated it. The first time you slept with him felt like a bad dream. It was rushed, unsatisfying and one sided. 

The few times you were intimate with him left you feeling cold, empty and used. You were beginning to believe that it was always supposed to feel that way, with only the man getting something out of the experience. It was why you could never bring yourself to push away the feeling of embarrassment and pleasure yourself, even after feeling so….gross once Vinny was finished.

You were even expecting this time around with Anakin to feel the same, but you couldn’t have been more wrong. 

Had you known that it could feel like this….you would’ve saved yourself for him without a question.  

“So good,” you manage to say as your eyes roll into the back of your head. Anakin’s hand had a death-tight grip on your waist while his other one pressed firmly against your back, hugging your body close to his. “So..deep.”

His face heats up at that, but he hides it by attaching his lips to your neck. His tongue runs along the faint marks he made way earlier into the night and the sensation has you repressing a shiver. 

Your body was covered in a light layer of sweat, as was Anakin’s, but neither of you cared in the slightest. 

A knot was forming within you, a rope tied so tight that it had you clinging onto him with everything you had in you. Your quiet whimpers turned into needy moans, your body begging for the release that was steadily approaching. 

Anakin, much more experienced than you, you were sure, must have sensed this as he held your body in place. The pleasurable feeling halted only for a second before it returned, this time from the quick thrusts of his hips.

When it becomes too much to handle, you cry out and press yourself against him completely, his hold on you allowing you to hide away while he rides you through it. 

Your walls spasm around him, making you feel impossibly tight. Anakin’s own release was inevitable when he felt you harshly clamp around him, your body’s way of trying to put a pause to the overwhelming pleasure and stop it from feeling so sensitive. You were successfully tainted, painted with the feeling of another man who would put his life on the line to save yours. 

He thrusts into you two more times before falling completely still, his hand on your back sliding down so he could wrap both of his arms around your middle. 

Your legs burned as you held his head against your chest and ran your fingers through his slightly damp hair. With him still buried deep within you, you pull back just enough to press a delicate kiss to his awaiting lips. 

It was short lived as you both were beyond spent at this point, your bodies aching and begging for a rest. “Can we stay like this? Just for a bit?” You ask, not surprised that you weren’t feeling embarrassed or shy, like you normally did in the afterglow. You had a feeling you would never feel anything but content with him.

Anakin nodded and pushed away your hair from your forehead before placing a kiss against it. “We can stay like this for as long as you want, angel,” he answers and runs his fingers up the length of your back, his hands tangling in the ends of your hair afterwards. 

“Just for a bit,” you reiterate, exhaustion lacing your voice as he pulls you down to lay on top of him. You press your cheek against his shoulder, your arms tucked against his chest as it rises and falls. “I want to spend all day with you tomorrow.” 

He smiled at that, holding you closer to him. “I’ll wake you up in the morning and then we can do whatever you want,” he promises and it’s enough to leave you nothing but satisfied.   

You both fell asleep rather quickly after that, and that was the beginning of the end. 

You ended up waking up before him and had to untangle your body from his to be able to have a quick wash in his bathroom. It was just after you dressed yourself when someone knocked on Anakin’s door.

Not wanting whoever it was to wake the still sleeping Knight up, you quickly make your way to the door and swing it open, your heart falling when you are met with the joyful expression of Obi-Wan. “Princess,” he greeted and you forced out a smile, now sure that you only liked it when Anakin called you that. “I have some great news. The war is over! You’re free to return to Alderaan! I’m sure you’ve missed your people, as did they miss their leader.”

Your smile faltered completely at that and you stepped back, not missing the way his expression fell ever so slightly. You didn’t want to believe his words. Not after such a memorable night with Anakin just a few hours prior. 

How could you possibly leave him after all the quiet confessions you told one another? 

“This is good news, some of which I’m sure Anakin will be happy to hear,” he continued, peeking his head into the room. “Is he here?”

You nodded slowly, the sound of your heart beating loudly making your voice sound muffled. “He’s still asleep, we were……training,” you trail off before straightening your posture, more than a little upset at how quickly you fell back into your superior stance. “Yesterday he was kind enough to show me how to properly hold a lightsaber.”

Obi-Wan smiled at that, nodding his head in understanding. “I have no trouble believing that. Anakin has never been one to keep his excitement to himself,”

“Thank you for informing me,” you nod back. “Should I go wake him up so he can get ready?”

“That won’t be necessary,” he waved you off and gave you another smile. “Let the boy rest, I will take it upon myself to get you home safely. You and Anakin can say goodbye another time.”

Your heart broke further at that.

You couldn’t imagine leaving him behind and not saying goodbye to him. You felt devastated, but you also didn’t want to deny someone as kind and selfless as the man in front of you. So, you nod. “That would be nice,” you step further into the room as you feel the skin of your chest. “Let me go get my pendant and then we’ll be on our way.”

Not bothering to wait for his reply, you turn on your heel and head straight towards Anakin’s room, finding him still fast asleep under the sheet you threw over him. 

Tears spring into your eyes as you slowly creep towards the bed, your shoulders tensing up as you struggle to hold them back.

He looked so peaceful, so worryless and carefree. 

Beautiful beyond words.

Your heart broke even more at the sight of him, his body still and undisturbed. 

You kneel down beside him, your hand shaky as you reach over and run your hand through his curls for what you feared was the last time. A few tears escape your eyes as you lean down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Goodbye, Anakin,” you whisper and press a final kiss to the top of his head before standing up, missing the way his brows furrowed in his sleep when you quickly stood up from his bed. “I never deserved you. I’m sorry.”

You wanted to say so much more, give him a proper goodbye - one where he was awake and responsive. But it would’ve been much too hard to go through with.

Before you could stop yourself and jump back into bed with him, you grab your necklace from its spot on his dresser, as well as your ring from off the floor, and flee through the doorway, hiding your tear-filled eyes from Obi-Wan as he led you towards his ship. 

What you didn’t know was that as soon as you were on it and headed back to Alderaan, Anakin woke up abruptly, his body reacting to the absence of yours while his mind was still plagued with sleep.

#anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin skywalker #anakin fluff #anakin x you #anakin skywalker smut #anakin x y/n #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker imagines #anakin skywalker headcanons #anakin smut #star wars attack of the clones #star wars #star wars angst #star wars revenge of the sith #star wars x reader #anakin skywalker angst #anakin angst

[youcouldmakealife]

KS Fill: Vinny/Tony; blanket monsters

Another Kickstarter fill -- a request for more of Vinny and Tony gets some postseason flavour.

Everyone always told Thomas that with age came maturity. He’s been waiting for for that to happen to him — kind of hoping it’ll skip him, truthfully, but still waiting — but so far it hasn’t kicked in.

Thomas doesn’t think anyone ever told Anton that phrase. Or, if they did, he decided to go the other way out of spite.

What did come with age, Thomas thinks, is handling playoff exits differently. Or maybe it’s experience, but either way, it doesn’t feel like it did in his twenties. It doesn’t hurt less, he doesn’t think, but he has a sense of perspective that he didn’t have when he was younger and it felt like the entire world had crashed around his feet. He’s not sure Tony has that, though. He isn’t sure how much perspective you can get from inside a blanket fort. Or, maybe not a fort. Fort makes it sound like there was planning, and implementation, and also probably fun?

There was no fun involved in this blanket structure. There isn’t very much structure either. It’s mostly just a pile of blankets twisted around a very cranky man. Still, Thomas figures it’s better to be inside it than looking on from the outside, worrying about if Tony’s gotten stuck in there, all twisted up, but is too proud to call of help, or if he’s getting enough air. There are a lot of blankets piled on their bed right now, so many Thomas can barely find Anton in the pile, which is impressive, considering Anton is a very large man.

Thomas doesn’t want to startle him, but he can’t really knock on Anton’s current setup either. He considers, then taps his knuckles gently against what he thinks might be Anton’s shoulder. “Knock knock,” he adds, just so Anton doesn’t assume he’s just prodding a man while he’s down.

The top blanket opens just enough for him to see a flash of flinty blue eye, then closes again.

“Who’s there?” Thomas says. He doubts Anton has patience for banana, but maybe he can catch him off-guard with a short one. The twins have taught Thomas all of their favourites, and obviously he can’t use the French ones, but they had a few in English too. Interrupting cow’s pretty funny, but Anton has to participate for Thomas to interrupt, which puts a wrench in things.

“A loser,” the pile mutters, and Thomas has to take a sharp breath in so he doesn’t laugh. If he laughs, this blanket pile is on the move, and there's no way Thomas will be joining it.

“Can I come be a loser too?” Thomas says.

The eye’s back. “You’re not a loser,” he says.

“Lost the same series you did,” Thomas says.

Anton’s eye disappears, and Thomas considers more extreme methods — Anton’s stronger than him, but he’s also ticklish, and probably won’t punch Thomas if he goes for his sides, at least not on purpose — when the blanket opens wide enough that Thomas can just barely crawl in. It’s dark in the blanket pile, and hot, humid with Anton’s breath. Thomas makes sure to keep a sliver of blanket open behind him to let in some light and fresh air, and he can see Anton notice him doing it, considering whether to argue that losers don’t deserve light or oxygen.

Thomas bets if it was just Tony in here that opening would already be shut, but now that Thomas is here too, Tony’s stuck — punishing himself means punishing Thomas, and only likes doing one of those. At least, that’s what Thomas is counting on.

“Only one blanket monster allowed, I thought,” Thomas says, and Anton shrugs, their blanket surroundings shifting with the movement.

“That was a hard one,” Thomas says. He spent it on the bench, but that didn’t make it any less hard — watching the final game stretch out of reach, not able to do anything but open and close the bench door for his increasingly dispirited teammates — that’s hard. Hard in a different way than being in the net, but not really less, he’s learned. No matter what, you end up questioning what would have happened if things had been a little different.

“I thought we had it this year,” Tony says softly. “I really thought we did.”

“I know,” Thomas says.

“I wanted to win it with you,” Anton says. Unspoken, that Thomas’ contract is up this summer, that fan favourite or not, Thomas is in his thirties, and there are prospects who deserve a shot waiting in the wings. Unspoken, that he doesn’t want Thomas to retire empty handed. Thomas doesn’t want that either, but even if he does, it was a good one. He wouldn’t trade it for anywhere else, even if a Cup was guaranteed in the bargain.

“I wanted to win it with you too,” Thomas says, and when Anton reaches for him, trying to wrap himself up, surround himself with Thomas the way he surrounded himself with blankets, Thomas does his best to oblige.

#fic snippet #thomas vincent #anton petrov

[milfism-blog]

You are more than that part 2

Summary: You applied to be a third-grade teacher in Philadelphia in an attempt to quietly leave your partner behind and start a new chapter in your life. However, your boyfriend managed to get hold of your plans and applied for a crew member position at Abbott Elementary for a future project. What happens in that moment when Ms. Schemmenti investigates something concerning about your boyfriend. Will she initiate an investigation or support you?

Part 1

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: Homophobia, mentions of violence, little angst, protective Melissa, mentions of church\religion, fluff, comfort, soft Melissa, dialogue in italian I translated it so sorry for any mistakes! 

Author's note: Thank you guys so much for your support. I really appreciate it! It gave me confidence to write more. You asked for a second part, I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is always appreciated! 

Her eyes bore into him, a piercing gaze that dissected his bravado with a cold precision. The mocking cadence of her voice was a calculated symphony, each note playing a part in dismantling the illusion of toughness he sought to project. In that moment, she stood as the maestro of his humiliation, orchestrating a composition that reverberated with the echoes of his perceived arrogance.

A wry smile played on her lips, a silent challenge issued in the face of his posturing. The "bad boy" façade crumbled under the weight of her scrutiny, revealing the vulnerability that lay beneath the surface.

The atmosphere hung heavy with tension, a charged stillness that underscored the power dynamic in that fleeting moment. She had effortlessly seized control, one swing of her favourite bat. BAM darkness…

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As the sun began to rise over South Philodelphia Melissa was coming home from the hang out with her boys, as if you even can call it like such. Walk home was quiet. Morning fresh air was pleasantly giving a chilling sensation to her warm body. That was definitely what she needed. To ease her temper down, not even physically but mentally. She needs to think it through… 

“How to explain to you what has happened? Why did she do that? Why are you important to her? Why does she even care in the first place? Why did she let you see her soft side?”    

Even now she doesn't care about herself, what is going to happen to her after what she has done. That does not matter. She will be fine, if not she knows a guy. She will be fine. Redhead felt relieved that you were never gonna be in danger again. Now she is by your side and you are her family, even though she hasn't even done her move on you yet. Sure she kissed you, opened her heart and talked about her feelings. But officially ask you to be her girlfriend? Not yet. She doesn't want to force herself on you. Make you feel obligated to reciprocate her feelings because she did something for you. Maybe you just were under stress and all that was just emotions talking. She wanted to make you feel as comfortable as possible. 

While her thoughts carried her away from the chilly morning she was already at her doorstep. With her keys in her hand she tried to suppress the sound that might wake you up. Pressing the door with her body weight to smoothly push it open. Also she needs to consider her appearance might look quite scary with a bloody baseball bat in the other hand. As quietly as possible she sneaked in. Carefully putting her trustful weapon near the door entrance. Everything was smooth until her phone rang.

“Son of a bitch” she hissed out.

But when she saw a caller's id her temper dissolved.

“Ehi Vinny, hai finito quello che ti ho chiesto?"

(Hey Vinny, have you finished what I asked you about?) She whispered suppressing her voice. Even though you can’t understand the language she still was stressing a little bit.

“Già fatto capo” 

(Already done boss) he answered humorously. 

“Ma sai che sto aspettando il tuo fantastico branzino, le lasagne o la pasta? Magari a cena con te e la tua ragazza?".

(But you know I’m waiting for your amazing branzino, lasagna or pasta? Maybe dinner with you and your girl?) He asked teasingly 

“Oh, fermati Vin, ti cucinerò tutto quello che vuoi. E perché tu sappia che non è la mia ragazza...".

(Oh stop Vin I’m gonna cook you whatever ya want. And so you know she is not my girl…) she sadly smiles at the last words. Little pang of sadness is somewhere deep in her heart.

“Non dirmi che non glielo hai ancora chiesto?  Perché a mia memoria è stata la prima signora a cui hai riservato un simile trattamento... e a chiedere a me e ai ragazzi questo favore"

Don’t tell me you haven’t asked her yet?  Because in my memory it’s been the first lady that you gave such a treatment… and asking me and da boys for this favour.)

“Oh, ma stai zitto! Non conosco ancora Vinny... È molto più giovane e questa notte è venuta da me piangendo istericamente, ovviamente l'ho aiutata. È la mia migliore amica. Quindi come potrei rifiutare?".

(Oh shut it will ya? I don’t know Vinny yet … She is much younger and she came to me this night hysterically crying, of course I helped her. She’s my best friend. So how could I decline?”) She fires back defensively, placing her hands under her chest.

“Per quanto mi ricordo, eri disposto a uccidere solo per Barbara... e se questa ragazza è più speciale della Leggendaria Barbara Howard. So che hai un paio di palle d'acciaio e tutto quell'abbigliamento da duro. Ma ti prego, cerca di sopprimere tutto questo in nome dell'amore! Per favore?". 

(As far as I remember you were willing only to kill for Barbara… and if this girl is more special than The Legendary Barbara Howard. I know you have a steel set of balls and all that tough attire. But please try to suppress all this in the name of love?! Please?”)

“Oi da quando sei un signor Cupido?". 

(Oi since when you are a Mr Cupid?) She sarcastically snorted, rolling her eyes.

“Da quando ho visto come i tuoi occhi fiammeggiavano di fuoco... se non ti avessi fermato... sarebbe morto”. 

(Since I saw how your eyes were flaming with fire… if I wouldnt stop you.. he would be dead.) Vinny gently reminded her. 

Melissa has a quick glance at the covered with blood baseball bat. Her pupils slightly delayed from the flashbacks from the night were flashing in her mind. Still fresh enough to relive every single detail. How Vinny practically dragged her out from James' pathetic trembling body. How she fired every single insult she could remember. How she could see only red in front of her eyes. The fury swallowed her alive only pure clear anger, hatred towards the coward boy who thought he could wronged her family.

"Sì, è quello che pensavo. Quindi usa il tuo paio di palle e chiedi. Vai a prendere la tua ragazza Schemmenti! E non dimenticare l'accordo che abbiamo fatto".

(Yeah, that’s what I thought. So use your pair of balls and ask. Go get your girl Schemmenti! And don’t forget about the deal we made) His voice became more serious in the last sentence. 

"Sì, lo farai, grazie Vin, ci vediamo domenica alla cena di famiglia".

(Ya, ya gonna do that, thanks Vin gonna see you on the family dinner this Sunday)

As she hangs up the call. She can feel your eyes on her. When Melissa looked up at you her whole body relaxed. The tension on her muscles and stress dissolves when she sees your bare face, sleepy eyes and crazy morning hair. It gave her a sense of comfort and probably the taste of something so pure and cosy as a life together. 

“Good Morning tesoro” She gestured to you to come to her warm embrace. To be completely truthful that was what you needed. Specially after the tough night. 

“Did I wake ya up?” Redhead asked worriedly. Brushing your soft curls behind your ears. Her long manicured nails sent pleasant chills on your sensitive skin. Making you cling onto her tighter.

“No, no I heard you talking in Italian, I got a little carried away. It is such a rare occasion hearing you talking in your native language. And I’m sorry for listening to your conversation. But I couldn’t stop myself from listening to your voice in that beautiful language. You know your voice changes a lot when you switch languages?” You guiltily confessed. Avoiding looking directly into her mesmerising green orbs. Hiding into the crook of her neck.

But literally how can you not listen to Ms. Schemmenti talking in Italian? 

So passionately, so hot.

“Hey, are you done hiding your face from me? It’s not a big deal, I’m not mad at you” She cupped your face in her gentle hands. Making you maintain eye contact. When you finally dared to look into her emeralds you could see the vulnerability. Real Melissa Ann Catrina Schemmenti. 

When you placed your palms over her knuckles. She hissed and yanked her hand away.

“Cazzo” she swears under her breath while biting the tender flesh of her rosy bottom lip trying to suppress the pain.

It takes you a good minute to understand what caused the pain to the fiery redhead. And when you take a close look at her knuckles. You unconsciously gasped at what you saw. Her delicate skin was ripped in pieces, dried blood and deep wounds are evident on the back of her hand. For some reason your first reaction was to carefully take her damaged hands to your lips and kiss the pain away. This act made Melissa's heart flutter with love for you. This simple act of kindness made her unwillingly to shed some tears. It felt so good, so domestic to be taken care of. The pure innocent love behind your eyes while you kissed every small, deep painful cut on her milky flesh. The sweet glances you shared in that vulnerable moment. No need for words, just love and the happy bubble you created for each other. 

In a while you dared to carefully stop your movements to give Melissa the right treatment. You went to the medicine cabinet that she usually keeps in the kitchen. Taking all the supplies you need you instructed the Ms. Toughness to take a seat on her bar stool. If it was not you she would kill the person who would tell her what to do. Oh please, she was too stubborn to listen to any direction from anyone but you, you were different. She even enjoyed listening to you and your directions.

Even though Melissa Schemmenti has been playing the “I am the strong one” card. Right now she needs to be taken care of. And your presence made it easier. She allowed herself to leave several groans of pain from the alcohol wipes that you were pressing to her damaged knuckles trying to clean the wounds. To ease the pain you blew on her reddened skin. Which made Melissa find it very adorable. How focused you were. How your eyebrows furrowed at every breath she takes. How did you make sure she was okay. How you asked her different questions to distract her from unpleasant feelings. As people say curiosity will kill the cat you mastered the courage to ask what she did to get this type of wounds…

“Will you tell me what you did to get those?” You asked while putting bandage on her now cleaned knuckles.

“It shouldn't be your concern, my darlin`” She purred out while batting her eyelashes at you. 

“It's not a big deal. It has been worse. You should have seen the other guy.” She joked. Trying to dismiss your worry.

Then it suddenly occurred to you. The other guy… her damaged hands, her shushed phone call in Italian, the fact that she sneaked up to her home in the early morning and then you glanced at the bloody baseball bat near the entrance and all these puzzles made a whole new picture. “GUY - GUY - GUY” is the only thing you can hear in your mind… James. With all this pleasant calming bubble you have been in, the redhead made you forget the main sense of danger. Why do you even end up here in the first place. This is why you slept in your co-worker`s bed in the longing sense of comfort Melissa provided and now she might have problems because of your childishness and your cowardness. Not knowing how to solve your own problems might put her in danger. The only person who trusted and cared about you. Again you fucked everything up. Feeling absolutely overwhelmed with emotions and negative thoughts you couldn't take it anymore. And yet again you are about to do what you are the best at. Run away from all your problems. 

Melissa took notice of your abrupt change in behaviour. As if it was in slow motion. She could practically predict your next move. And that when you decided to leave without a word said to your favourite person. It hurts you deeply knowing that you caused all the pain both physical and mental.Not to mention the potential issues she might face. The instant absence of your warmth on her sore flesh made her miss the feeling. But her reactions were faster than you. Her strong hand grabs your form arm which causes you to press against her body. You tried to move but she was much stronger than you. 

“Let me go! I only cause problems to people I love” You cried out. Desperately trying to ease her grip on you.

“That's all because of me!, if I said “yes” to him or just stayed I wouldn't have added problems to you!” You tried to sound reasonable. But Melissa does not take any of this.

“First of all, it was purely my decision to help you out. Second, I cherish you and I couldn't just look at how he was treating you. And it is not only jealousy talking right now, even if you don't want to get romantically involved with me I still feel like I need to protect you. Because over this time you became my family and family that's what you kill for. What Italian would I be if I did not defend you.” She explained as calmly as she could. Even though hearing you talking down about yourself was hurting her more than this damn knuckles. 

You were in shock from her confession. Processing every word that left her beautiful full lips. Oh god damn, you are losing your focus in her warm embrace and hearing her opening up to you again made you think a little about what she said. Maybe you should listen to her words and take charge of your life. Wait a minute what she said about killing – ?

“Di - did - did you kill him?” your voice trembled in fear.

“And that's the only thing you got from what I said?” She sounded disappointed. 

“And to answer your question, no I did not kill him, my cousin saved him from me. Don't worry about James, he is still very much alive (unfortunately)” she whispered that part. “I will not get into trouble, so will you. I solved everything for you.” 

“You did this for me?” You were so confused why would she do this for you and not ask you about anything in return. 

“Of course I did. You are an important person in my life. You are my friend first of all. It is not fair for you to solve your problem on your own. I know you are very much capable of doing it yourself but I appreciate your vulnerability that you shared most intimate with me. It does not make you weak, on the contrary it makes you strong.” She spoke in a gentle calming tone. 

You couldn't contain the tears you have been collecting since you came to South Philly. All the stress and fear started to catch up on you. Melissa's heart warming words made you cry. You were feeling everything at once: sadness, gratitude, love all this was so unknown to you to your lifestyle. No one has ever taught you how to react or what to do. 

“I can guess that all this is just too much especially from your background, but sweetheart you need to learn your worth in your early twenties rather than in your late fifties like I did. It doesn't matter how you look, how you dress or what you do. He did not have the right to hit you or insult you in any way. His words are powerless. All he said to you were lies of a scared insecure man who wanted to manipulate and use you for his own pleasure or whatever the goal was. He wanted to be in charge. But it takes a huge bravery to break this cycle and you did honey. You took your happiness and life as a priority and left this asshole. I am so proud of you for asking for help.”

Her deep green orbs were looking at your tear stained face, still she thought that you were the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. You have a heart of gold, so kind, understanding, gentle and grateful. You never took anything for granted. While having you in her arms, the tough redhead was nervous about the situations you two were in. Not exactly in a relationship but certainly something more than friends would have. Your confession to her last night was playing on repeat. She tried to find answers in her own head which will do no good. Her insecurities are still there in her mind and heart. Yes she gave you talk about self love but with her it was different she knew her worth but anxiety from being older than you was creeping in her. To let the thoughts settle down for a bit. She hugged you tightly making you even more emotional. She walked you two to the couch so you would feel more comfortable. 

While you were laying on her lap you liked to play with her gorgeous curls. Which gave the Italian woman a pleasant sensation and just watching you being at peace with her felt like home. That feeling gave her a sense of bravery to ask you the most important question. 

“I understand that ya have been through a lot, so that is why I want to know was all the talk we had about feelings the other night real? Or was it only emotions talkin`? We still can be friends ya know that I love ya unconditionally as s friend right? Even if you don’t want to date me or whatever I should call it in my age. I’m always here for you. I’m not gonna pressure you into something you are not ready for. Especially after what you experienced. We are in no rush at all. We have time tesoro.

“Well aren't you the one who did all this inspirational talk?” You nudged her trying to ease the tension.

She weakly smiled at you, still worry is evident in her greens. Which makes your heart pound painfully. Now is your time to express your feelings to  the woman you've been dreaming about. You sat up straight on her lap. There is a small distance between you two and to be honest this is quite distracting. The feeling of her warm breath tickling your sensitive skin, the fast beating of her heart in her ribcage signals you her anxiety. You made a bold move by pressing your hand right on her heart. Try to ease the worry with your presence and eye contact. Silently telling the redhead that you are ready.

“Jokes aside, I find you a very attractive and hot woman Ms. Schemmenti. And all I said was pure truth. As it turns out I just need a stressful nudge to understand and confess my feelings for you. And thank god I did” You answered humorously. 

Finishing up your statement by shortening the agonisingly long distance between your lips. Putting your hands into her voluminous hair giving it a little tug. She gasped at the unpredictable action. You use her confusion as a benefit giving her a soft warm kiss. Gently asking for permission with your tongue. She allows you but she bites your bottom lip slightly pulling in. Smoothing it right away with her tender tongue. Teasing the skin a little bit. Until she provokes a moan from your lips. Pulling you incredibly close to her. She is desperate to feel, no to believe that all of this wasn't a dream of her colourful imagination.  

“I am always gonna protect ya my angel” She whispered in your ear. Sweetly kissing your earlobe. 

And that is how the one impulsive decision helped you find your real home. As it turns out, not supposed to be a place. It is a loving person, a partner that has changed your boring life forever… Thanks to a certain Italian redhead for opening your mind and being an amazing friend and lover. 

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[veespee]

Hey!! your writing is AMAZINGGGG and I love how you view characters.

Do you have any headcanons for vinnie everyman?

MOON!!! HI HI you are literally the reason why i made this account and started taking writing seriously,,, sobbing rn

i was planning on making a post about Vinnie but i couldn't come up with any interesting ones, so here are some that i brainstormed. sorry if there are any mistakes, i wanted to make them close to canon but i put some of my theories in there too :)

Vinnie Everyman Headcannons

-(this one's kinda sad so apologies) He sees Evan through HABIT, and HABIT through Evan. Basically: when HABIT jokes with Vinnie, he sees Evan. He sees his jokey and rowdy friend at that moment. But he has to remind himself; that's not Evan, that's a monster. But. When HABIT left Evan's body for some time, Vinnie could only see HABIT. He tells Evan that he doesn't think he's a monster, but i believe in the back of his mind, there's some bitterness. He knows this isn't Evan's fault, but he's still frustrated. He's so confused, no one's giving him answers. Except for HABIT.

That's why i think he's disappointed in a way, he wants HABIT to stay in Evan's body. HABIT is useful, although destructive. He doesn't like HABIT, he doesn't want to like HABIT, but he still needs him. He needs someone to tell him what to do, a higher being that knows more than him.

-^ continuing that, that's the reason why he didn't take Corenthal's warning seriously. He believed HABIT over his own father, biological or not, figure because HABIT is so knowledgeable. He thinks HABIT is so wise, and that's what HABIT wants Vinnie to believe. It feeds his ego, and he keeps Vinnie under his control.

-Also, it's not really hard to be manipulated by HABIT. He talks and acts like he's wise and knowledgeable, and honestly, he's good at it. Vinnie's intimidated by his threats, but also follows him around like a dog. Again, i'm repeating myself, but he's so infatuated with HABIT cause he feels like he's the only one that can answer him. And HABIT keeps him around to feed his ego, and to get his plan going.

-Furthermore, I think his relationship with Corenthal is SO interesting. Although i think Corenthal in general is such an interesting and underrated character, but that's a whole another post. Now, for this one I'll go a bit far from canon, but these are HCs so i guess that's the point lol: Basically, i think Vinnie DOES see Corenthal as a father figure, but he has complicated emotions. He distances himself from Corenthal, possibly out of just bitterness. Now i'm talking about the YouTube iteration, not Fairmount or Princeton, so that means that Vinnie has his own biological parents. However, Vinnie's memory got wiped (i mean, he knows he has parents and siblings, but he can't remember anything about them) so who's the only one he can remember? Dr. Corenthal.

Corenthal falls under someone I believe Vinnie gets attached to; someone who's wise, knowledgeable. He's a doctor, and a much older man, and he knows a lot about the boys' situation. We don't see a lot of interactions between them, so I'll just use my imagination for this part, but i believe that Vinnie is bitter because of how little Corenthal has said. He knows the Doctor knows what's going on, yet he's such a mysterious figure. He only appears a handful of times, and the other information they have about him are from old letters he had written. So Vinnie must be thinking, why isn't he helping? Why isn't he protecting us, if he has so much knowledge? So when Corenthal does contact him, he's suspicious. He doesn't believe him, instead, he believes HABIT. HABIT's there for him, even in a twisted way, and Vinnie believes that there's no way he's being lied to. So when Corenth tries to open Vinnie's eyes, he keeps them shut, and stays blind to HABIT's manipulation. Thus, resulting to Vinnie's death. Thus, resulting to another iteration where Corenthal can't save his children.

alright that's all :3 thank you for reading and thank you Moon for the request!!

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Prelude to a request because the asker wanted fluff but I went a little hard with the angst.

No matter where he goes, you will follow. Even if it's not a smart thing to do.

You spend more time looking after Vinny's mom than he does these days. Nothing to fault him about, you know. He has been in a desperate spot to secure money for her hospital bill. Even if this takes more out of your time in the day, you don't mind if it means it would help him.

And besides, you know he wouldn't open his mouth to ask you for help unless you try to pry it open. Even then, it'd be a battle and a half with Vinny. He never likes to make it easy for anyone, him more than everyone.

Nothing to fault him about, again. You know that. That's why you are here because Vinny would try to shoulder everything on his own if given the choice. Having you around comforts him, but he won't admit it to your face. The moment he confesses that truth would be the moment he makes the choice to burden you.

All posturing and no care for his own hide. You sigh at the thought, it's probably worse now that he distanced himself from his old friends. But Vinny had made a decision and for want of a better choice, you can only support him how you can.

"You should go home, it's late."

Keep reading

You don't even know when he arrives or when you've begun to space out while working on your assignment. It has become a habit at this point, you think. After taking care of his mom for the whole evening, you squeeze in time to finish your schoolwork. It's a bit tedious but you never mind. Any complaint to Vinny would have him doubled down on pushing you away.

You zip your lips shut and put on a smile for him because any otherwise would be unnecessary stress on his shoulder. "I didn't even notice the time," you say, "don't you have a race today?"

"No." He shuffles around the hospital room, putting away the groceries you mentioned running low on yesterday. You watch him, not knowing how to fill this silence. It's strange to be in this position, where defying him would be what makes him happy yet it's also tearing him apart.

Vinny is drowning and he's trying to push you away to stop you from sinking with him. You're stupid and stubborn and in your vain hope to save him, you grip his arms to keep him on this feeble raft like a miracle would happen if you hold on long enough.

"Come on, clean up." He's in front of you and you've spaced out again. "I'll take you home."

You stare up at him then back down at the assignments in front of you. Half of them were done in the few hours you have to spare, and the other half you've planned to stay up late in the night to finish. It must be frustrating for him to look at you, keeping up your education and staying a good student while dating him.

It's strange. You can see all of it. You can understand where he's coming from, but you don't know if you can make the choice to let him sink.

"Okay."

You didn't ask about his new motorcycle when he showed up with it like you didn't ask about many other things with his current business. From time to time, you watched him race, in person or on live stream, but you've found that it was too much sometimes. Vinny never pushed for you to do anything and sometimes you hated that anyone but Vinny could see he was breaking down.

But telling him that would make him close up further, and you hated your helplessness more than anything.

It's Vinny. Your Vinny. He feels the same when you hug him. His body is warm in your arms and even while he speeds down the night streets, you don't feel cold.

Vinny keeps his distance but he puts his coat on you before you get on his bike. Vinny refuses to make eye contact but he fastens the helmet on your head. Vinny won't tell you anything about how he's hurting but his grip tightens when he holds your hand.

You accept those signs and convince your mind that it's better than nothing.

He stays quiet the whole ride, but you expect there is not much talking to be had anyway. Even when he slows to a stop in front of your house, he won't say anything. You get down wordlessly, but your fingers grip the leather of his jacket to stop him from leaving.

"Are you going back to the hospital?"

"No," he says, "Mom's doing fine for now, I'll check in with her tomorrow."

"Right, tomorrow is Saturday," you say, "do you have any plans for the weekend?"

He replies without thinking, "Work," he adds, "I'm also trying to apply a new pedal technique."

It's the most he has shared with you in the past week. You sigh, you don't know if you should feel grateful because he doesn't shut down completely. You know he has been training a lot, you see his improvement in his races, too. It's a good thing and at the same time it isn't, you try to not think too much about it.

"Are you busy after this?"

"...No." You can't see what face he's making with his helmet obscuring his face, "Why?"

"I want to stay with you."

"...It's late," There is fatigue in his voice, but you're stubborn and stupid, you won't let go.

"I want to stay with you." You again, firmer this time.

He stares ahead. The cogs in his head are whirring to life, trying to figure out a way to argue with you. But you can see the slouch on his shoulders. He's tired. You are, too. Keeping up pretence is nothing but silly at this point.

"Your guardians..." He says, like a final stand in front of your demand. It doesn't work when you clamber back on behind him, holding him tighter than before.

"They aren't home at the moment," you say, "it's fine."

It's a weird image. You are in your school uniform and Vinny is far from the image of a model student. But whatever difference there is between you, it won't put you away from him. You wait for his next protest, anything to push you back when you've crossed this far to the other side of the line.

It doesn't come. His hand touches yours for a brief moment before he starts the engine again. "Okay." is all he said. Instantly, your hold relaxes, because you know he won't push you away. Not this time, at least. Nothing about this is smart, you know that.

Better you cut your losses and run away before he takes you down with him, but the idea of leaving him alone down there in the dark depth terrifies you more than any hurt you will receive from him. So you stay because you're stubborn and stupid.

And he is, too.

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Thirty

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc x Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, online bullying, panic attacks, stalking, mental health issues.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. For everyone involved.

author’s note: Unbeta'd, readers beware as always lol.

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Talia hadn’t actually been to Chris house before, his parents didn’t count, that was a whole different thing after all. Not to mention, that even was something that she really didn’t want to think about when it came to what had happened the day she had been there. It had been a wonderful day to start, meeting so many of the band, Laura, Justin, Ryan and his partner had been wonderful, she did look forward to seeing them again, but that day… She couldn’t think back on that day and not remember what else had happened. Now she knew why, it did make her less embarrassed and ashamed of what she did, how she’d behaved. Didn’t make her want to slap Ricky any less when he’d demanded she strip, though. The man wanting her naked, could have gone about it a completely different way. But no, he had to be an asshole about it.

He’d be so mad at her for thinking it, but in his shoes, she understood it though, why he was being an asshole. She stood by her statement about slapping him, but she understood it.

Especially after finding out about Grace being in his house when he got home. Insane. She’d just been another stalker for him not to trust. Again, she stood by the urge for slapping.

Talia wondered if anyone was checking his house while it was empty, and half hoped that even with Grace seemingly off the grid, Ricky wasn’t just jumping at the chance to go home yet. Let everything calm down. Too much was up in the air for her not to be worried. Maybe she was just paranoid, but Grace had kept this up for years.

With Ava spending the day with Vinny, Talia had borrowed her rental car for the day to drive to Chris’ house. Considering she wasn’t sure how long she’d be here, she hadn’t planned to get one herself, but maybe she should at this point, she’d been here a few weeks already. Everything that was piling on, she wasn’t sure how long this was going to last now. On one hand, Ava and Vinny seemed convinced the worst with Grace was over. Ava was getting all kinds of praise and love online from Vinny’s fans, well, those that weren’t crying because now it meant they couldn’t be his soulmate. However, on the other front, she wasn’t sure how to tell Ava about what was happening involving her soulmate tattoo; at least while also making sure she knew how serious it was without tell her about the party, and the kitchen, and, about her breakdown. She wasn’t ready for that yet.

She was the worst best friend in the world, still hiding all this from her.

Walking up the drive to Chris, she pressed the doorbell, only for almost instantly, as if he’d been waiting pretty much on the other side of the door, a rather dishevelled looking Chris, opening the door. He pulled her into a hug, a tight hug, with a groan, his voice muffled into her shoulder, a feat considering how tall he was compared to her.

“JellyBean.”

Sighing at the hug, feeling so much warmth and comfort in his hugs, she couldn’t possibly explain it. Her arms wrapped around his tall frame tightly as he seemed to nuzzle into her neck and shoulder for a moment,

“Chris, Spookie, are you okay?”

Her voice so soft as she hugged him, not wanting to disturb him too much from the comfort he seemed to be seeking from the contact. Turning her head to press her cheek against his shoulder lightly, but a surprised breath came from Chris then, and she wasn’t sure why before he was pausing and pulling away.. 

“I, yea, come on in.. Ricky is through here.. We all need to talk about something.”

Oh god, it was about something to do with Grace, wasn’t it? She knew her being gone was too good to be true. She’d been texting Ricky about it earlier. Se got the feeling he didn’t seem to be as enthused by her deleting her social media profiles as she Vinny and Ava did either. He didn’t say anything specifically, it was more about what he wasn’t saying, than more about what he did say that spoke to her. Maybe she was reading more than she should into it, maybe not, she could just be paranoid, but Grace, she wasn’t right.

Next, Chris led her into his living room where Ricky was waiting, it was so very different from Vinny’s in every way. Chris was all about the dark spooky vibe, and she loved it, but he still had a very modern element to his home. Glancing around, the aesthetic of the house was very tasteful, it wasn’t all dark, depressing when most thought of the halloween vibe that Chris often associated with. Though, it was thread in there a little, but not depressing, it was fun, and enjoyable, just like Chris, just how she liked it.

Moving to sit down, still across the room somewhat from Ricky, half turned to face Chris, looking between the two expectantly, hoping, and praying, that this didn’t have anything to do with Grace.. However, dreading that it really would. Could also have to do with having to do with having to see a therapist about their marks, but if Chris was right, just her and Ricky getting to know each other like friends, should help each it, at least.

“So, what’s going on, what was with the invite over, 911 text?”

Looking between them expectantly,

“Wait, what, 911?”

Ricky was looking at her confused, and Chris, Chris was suddenly very interested in his phone..

“Chris?”

“Okay, I sent the 911.. I panicked! I wasn’t sure she would just come over, so when you said invite, I might have thought, nudge her a bit.”

“Oh my god. She agreed, I told you she agreed.”

Talia couldn’t help but giggle at the back and forth between the boys,

“How about you guys just tell me what's going on that sent Chris into a panic in the first place, because as someone who would rather not get 911 texts, and not see him in a panic?”

Looking between them..

“Right.. Chris do you want to..”

Talia looked from Ricky and back to Chris now as he gestured and Chris nodded, setting his phone down and rubbing his thighs.. 

“So, it's about my soulmate tattoo.”

Chris took in a deep breath as he looked to Talia, glancing quickly to Ricky for a little bit of support. He’d already done the hardest part last night, she already knew his soulmate was dead, but still, this felt so strange to talk about. This whole thing was so, how did you tell someone you think you're connected to their soulmate? And that their soulmate thinks that you're connected to them? Hello, talk about a bit of soulmate love triangle here, how did that even work? Did they even have soulmate love triangles? He’d never heard of them before!

Sure, he’d heard of soulmate tattoos causing love triangles. Everyone had heard of that, but actual soulmate love triangles, with a three-way soulmate link. Was that even possible? What would Talia even think about it? Ricky, he wasn’t even sure what he had thought about it in a romantic sense, friendship wise was one thing, and he knew his friend was struggling enough with everything that was happening.

“What about your tattoo, Chris?”

Okay, face the music time, taking in a breath, he focused on Talia.

“It seems to be, reacting, a bit, similar, but different I guess, not as severe, I think… anyway,”

Yet. He shook his head, he wasn’t making any sense and he knew it.

“I mean, reacting similar to how yours is.. Sort of.”

“What?”

The shock, was understandable, Chris sighed as he continued.

“I wasn’t sure what it was reacting to, as the sensations have been all over the place during the week, I’ve not been paying attention to when they’d been happening, the ache, it was just an ache, I didn’t make the connection. I didn’t want to make the connection, I suppose, but it has just been coming and going. Then, it started to get more pronounced, until I couldn’t deny something was happening anymore.”

Letting out a slow breath to steady himself before he kept going, his head just all over the place.

“The doctor found nothing.. And then.. Well, I thought it reacted to Ricky.”

Chris nodded in Ricky’s direction, and he watched as Talia glanced over to him surprised, Ricky choosing that moment to speak up finally.

“But I’ve noticed that Chris has been reacting to you more than me Sweetheart, his shoulder was playing up the entire time we were helping you, and he was looking after you. That was about you, he was worried about you, not me at all.”

Blinking slightly as he looked at her, and then between them both, holding his breath, not sure what to think, how to react, how should anyone react to this, he wouldn’t be surprised if she started laughing. But… Chris knew she wouldn’t. Not after everything she’d been going through with her own tattoo lately. She wouldn’t tell him he was insane, she wouldn’t treat him like he was crazy. What he didn’t expect was what Talia did say.

“Can I see it?”

Oh… Oh…

“What?”

He felt a bit dumb for a second there, and Ricky wasn’t helping, sitting back in his chair with a that little knowing smirk of a smile on his face, as if he’d expected she’d be curious. Damn him. 

“Your tattoo, Spookie, can I see it?”

When Ricky chuckled from the background “Spookie?” Chris could help but roll his eyes at him with a muttered “Shut it.” he didn’t have the energy for him to make fun of him right now.. He tried to talk Talia out of it okay, he had, but his love of Halloween came back to roost on that nickname. Still he swallowed, right, his tattoo. She didn’t even react to the little moment about the joke aside from the slight growing of her smile which made him think she was trying not to laugh as he told Rick to shut it as he chuckled. He wouldn’t lie, though, her having a special name for him, had him feeling as warm and tender as that glorious hug when she came in at the front door. He wouldn’t give it up, her giving him one for the world.

Chris reached up to his shirt, considering he’d been at the doctors this morning, and needed to access his shoulder, and didn’t want to just keep taking his shirt off and off.. He had a button up on already. So he undid the first couple of buttons from the collar and pulled it to the side. He widened the collar all the way over his shoulder, wiggling it down, now his whole shoulder blade was exposed, his soulmate tattoo was the front of his shoulder. It wasn’t exactly Halloween inspired like so many of his other tattoos, but in a sense, he could use it for the theme. It was a spectral like figure he’d worked into the surrounding piece, and it was so detailed in the shading, not like some of those simple soulmate tattoos either, which he enjoyed. That had been something he had considered himself lucky about when he started tattooing himself, that he didn’t have a crappy soulmate tattoo to blend in.

However, it was always stark again his colour pallet though, black or white. Most of Chris’ tattoos could be colourful, except his soulmate tattoo, and that was why his he’d worn shirts and tank tops a lot.. And the paint had started with the band, the soulmate tattoos. It was a great way to deal with the insanity.

“Why isn’t it white?”

Talia’s soft tentative voice hesitantly asking him that caught him by surprise. What? Of course, it was white. The shock hitting him had him looking over to Rick, and he’d been looking to Talia, Chris looking between the two. What, what was it? What?!? Looking down, he couldn’t get the best look from above, it was, he couldn’t crane his neck to look right at his shoulder properly! Shit, his heart started racing as he called out to his best friend in a panic.

“Ricky!?”

He was moving from his chair closer and Chris was grabbing for his phone to try and use it as a mirror with his camera, shit, how could his soulmate tattoo be changing, again? Had anyone ever had their dead soulmates tattoo change? Was that even humanly possible? Chris’ heart was starting to race, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe as he struggled to get his phone open, and his camera up, flipping open the selfie side and bringing it up to see his shoulder. In his panic it felt like his fingers weren’t working on the screen, and he couldn’t even figure out how to use his fucking phone! There, there, he had it, searching the image he could see on the screen.. He… that… what…

“Oh my god.”

The colour was off. Talia was right.. It wasn’t white. It wasn’t white at all, it was getting darker, it was significantly darker. Grey, it was turning fucking grey, what did this fucking mean? Chris swallows heavily with how close Rick is looking at the darkening outline of the formerly pale white tattoo,

“Chris, it’s changing shape too.”

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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Sonic Underground Reprise: Jackal Squad

Sonic Underground🤝 Sonic Forces; cool premise with potential, bad execution

Order from Left to Right: Quatre, Trois, Duex, Uno, and Vee/Zero/Infinite

Notes:

nomadic, with several bases across the region

their numbers are code names, though they all prefer these to their real names

the five grew up in Madame Fairweather's Sanctuary for Troubled Boys until they ran away together (roughly 10 years ago)

they would throw eachother off a cliff but if anyone else messses with them they are roadkill

100% success rate for their missions

Not Pro-Robotnik, not Anti-Robonik, but a secret 3rd thing (Pro-Getting-Paid)

Occasionally hired by the Azcan tribe for assistance

Uno

22, he/him

medic

weapon of choice: shuriken

Frontman, new clients believe Uno is the leader

Vee/Zero's right hand man, the one he goes to for advice

the most levelheaded of the group

mediator

charismatic, could talk you out of your shoes

the mom friend (to his sqaud only)

Duex

21, they/he

the explosives specialist

weapon of choice: explosive, hatchet

lost their right ear as a child as "punishment" for accidentally breaking a stain glass window

blew themself on their last mission, hence the bandages (their fine)

pyromaniac

he's like Vinny from Atlantis

Trois

18, she/her (trans)

tech expert, locksmith

weapon of choice: custom blaster

low tolerance for active stupidity/liars

tends to fiddle with what ever her latest project is when idle

gets very excited to show her skills/projects

easily frustrated when her devices/plan don't work, but unbearably smug when they do

break her stuff and she will break you

Quatre

14, he/him

the wild card

weapon of choice: twin energy(?) daggers

no filter/calls it like he sees it

a bit of a klepto, the others don't care as long as he's not stealing from them and doesn't screw up the mission

excitable and reckless, often has to be pulled out scrapes, usually Vee

Do NOT call him the baby, he will steal your kneecaps

daggers were a gift from Vee after his first successful solo mission

Vee/Zero

19, he/him

"the Boss", tank

weapon of choice: scarlet scimitar

Vee was Zero's original codename, but he changes it to Zero when his squad's killed

best cook of the group

selfish bastard, always has to be the one to finish off the fight

possessive, very protective of what's his (or what he views to be his)

this includes his squad

heterochromia, though his right eye was damaged as a child during an attempted kidnapping

red onyx necklace was a gift from his boyfriend (part of a matching set)

#Sonic #STH #Sonic the Hedgehog #Sonic Underground Reprise #Sonic Underground #Sonic Forces #Jackal Squad #Infinite the Jackal #Zero the Jackal #Quatre the Jackal #Trois the Jackal #Duex the Jackal #Uno the Jackal #Character Redesign #TheAngryComet ART #Headcannons #AU Lore

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Heat Wave (Bo Sinclair X Reader)

When a extreme heat wave comes through Ambrose and the AC broken, Bo gets an idea to cool each other off.

(If this seems familiar, It's because I am rewriting a Bo piece I wrote a few years ago that I posted on my main account! I hope you all enjoy, please please let me know what you think!)

Warnings- Suggestive themes, no actual smut, but if you like this I will absolutely make a part two!

The day had actually been rather normal in Ambrose, quiet and lifeless, and extremely hot. Vincent was hard at work with another figure, which left you and Bo to yourselves, sweating your asses off. A fan blew full force in your shared room, though, it did very little against the Louisiana heat. While normally the house and most of the town would be nice and cool, the AC system had suddenly busted, at the peak of the heat wave. While Lester was in the tunnels, working on getting the air blowing, it left the rest of you hot, sweaty, and miserable. Now, you found yourself in bed, laying next to Bo, your head resting on his chest, your hair up in a ponytail, and an arm around Bo, the both of you motionless, save for the small shifting to try to get comfortable.

“God, how are the museum and figures handling this heat?” You grumbled, looking up at Bo, who only shrugged.

“I don’t know, ask Vinny, he has all that figured out.” He replied, running a hand through his sweat soaked hair, before he started to sit up, gently shoving you off of him, and sat up, glaring daggers at the shitty box fan that was sat up on a stand, blowing at full blast.

“Is that damn thing even blown’?” Bo groaned, sweat dripping down his face, and down his nose.

“You know it’s workin’ as hard as it can, that thing can only do so much!” You sat up as well, looking at Bo, who was now messing with the fan, more likely to break it than to actually fix it.

After a moment of poking around at the fan, and Bo smacking it a few times in frustration, the damned thing gave a final sputter and stopped spinning. You both groaned, Bo standing up, cursing up a storm. You both sat there for a moment, unsure of what to do now, before Bo stomped over to the wooden nightstand next to your shared bed and snatched his truck keys up.

“Get up. We gonna get out of this house.” He grunted, grabbing one of his many hats and shoving it onto his head before he stalked towards the doorway, and turning back to look at you expectantly. Taking a moment to stretch, you stood up, and followed him.

“I won’t argue with that, but where are we goin’?” You asked, following Bo out of the room and down the stairs, and eventually out of the house.

“Swimmin’. There’s a pond not too far out of town, and it’ll cool us down.” He said as ya’ll reached his truck, simply nodding in response.You pulled the door open and climbed in, slamming the door shut as he also climbed into the truck. The truck rumbled to life as you rolled your own window down as he drove off, the rushing air giving some relief to the two of you, as well as the truck ac blowing at full blast. The drive was rather short, and soon the two of you were sitting in front of the pond, the sun’s light reflecting off the pond’s surface. Without a word, Bo turned off the truck and got out of the truck, and immediately pulled his shirt off, revealing his toned body. You exited the truck next watching as he shed the shorts he wore, his bare ass out, before he waddled into the water. You stood there, amused as he turned to look back at you.

“Skinny dipping? Was this just an elaborate plan to get me naked?” You asked, still amused, as you crossed your arms over your large chest. He shrugged innocently, a shit eating grin on his face as he stood in the water.

“Not at first, but it’s a hell of a bonus while we cool off, ain’t it?” You smiled, and shook your head before you decided to join him. You stripped off your tank top and shorts, leaving yourself bare as you too walked into the water, swimming out to meet him. Taking a moment, you took a deep breath, and quickly, you dunked your head under the water, emerging and exhaling. You looked at Bo, smiling again.

“Damn good idea, I’d say.” You said after a moment of simply floating there in the water, enjoying the cool water that surrounded you. He looked at you with a lopsided grin, and shrugged. He swam closer to you, before he wrapped his arms around your waist underwater, squeezing the soft and voluminous flesh.

“Hm, ya’ know I tend to have those from time to time.” He said, before he leaned in and kissed your neck, nipping and sucking at it, as you sighed, allowing your head to roll to the side slightly. Bo never let up, moving downwards to your chest, his hands below the water continued to knead and squeeze the soft and ample body that he was just obsessed with.

“B-Bo… Bo if we keep going here we’ll end up drowning..” You gasped out after a moment, grabbing Bo’s hand to stall one of his hands, which was now resting high on your inner thigh, inching closer to your core. He groaned into your chest, but stopped.

“I hate when you’re right.” He removed his hands and lips from your body, and instead, before you had much time to react, his hands swept you up, and started carrying you out of the water, a startled cry that morphed into laughing as he brought you onto shore. Instead of dropping you, he continued to carry you back to the truck, and gently set you back inside. He quickly picked up your discarded clothes as you watched him, confused.

“Are we leaving? The bed of the truck is just fine with me!” Bo shook his head, pulling shorts back on, and tossed your clothes to you.

“And let it burn you? Nope, I ain’t gonna let that happen.” He shook, returning to the truck, and slamming his door shut. You wanted to roll your eyes but couldn’t.

“I hate it when you’re right.” You grumbled, before you shrugged back on your tank top, which now stuck to your wet skin. You went to pull your shorts back on but Bo stopped you, before he waved you over to him as he started the truck. You slid closer to him, up against his side. He started the truck, and pulled away from the pond. It was quiet for a moment, save for the sound of the AC, and the radio playing quietly.

“You gonna let me put my shorts back on?” You asked after a moment, watching Bo shake his head no.

“Oh no sweetheart, I plan to have a lot of fun with you, can’t have those getting in the way..”

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My Ramshackle Headcanons

if you haven’t seen the animated pilot for Ramshackle you should. It’s really good. These are just my headcanons based on the limited information we have. completely understand if you have your own these are just what I think and could easily be disproven.

headcanon number one that applies to all of them: all these mother fuckers have Autism or ADHD or both. Also I know they are referred to as kids a few times but I think they are more young adults. (Expect Stone, he is an ‘old’ man)

Stone(27ish)(He/They) - Demi-romantic and asexual - I think the alcohol he is drinking is vodka, because it is something strong enough for Molotov Cocktails. (And sometimes when he wants to fuck with people he will drink Vinegar) - He was actually part of the upper crust considering his more expensive habits he has picked up before meeting with the other two. I don’t think he left his family on the best of terms. - Keeps watch out during the night most often… probably after the others have gone to sleep. - Oldest in the group and the last one to actually join everyone else

Vinnie(24ish)(She/Her) - I have been describing her as a hungry battle whore lesbian and I don’t plan to stop any time soon. - Likely came from the orphanage and escaped or was kicked out due to constantly causing trouble. Not that she cared much. - She somehow is always showing up with mysterious bumps, bruises or cuts and whenever it is addressed she just shrugs and “I don’t know where it came from-“ - Literally never gets sick e v e r. She has an iron stomach and an iron immune system.

Skipp(25ish)(Look me dead in the eyes and tell me Skipp cares what pronouns you refer to him as. He doesn’t) - Pansexual because much like not carrying about what pronouns you use for him, he doesn’t care what gender you are! - Before running into Vinnie, he would get by playing music and getting tips. Never made all that much but will still sometimes do it. - Vinnie totally taught him the basics of how to fight on the streets after an unfortunate incident of someone trying to steal his fiddle and that is how they first meet. Now he can kick your ass. - if anyone in the cast has a living blood relative they get along with it is probably Skipp. However they probably aren’t doing much better.

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Hiiii I don’t think Ive ever requested something b4 so idk if I’m doing this right but, Y/n has a son from a previous relationship and he’s a really clingy mamas boy and he literally hates Vinnie and tries to break him and y/n up.

a.n. yes, you did it right! i’m so sorry this took so long. i hope you like it <3 this made me feel so soft 🥺

my mommy || vinnie hacker x reader

you had a son when you were only eighteen years old.

your friends and family were super supportive throughout the entire pregnancy, but unfortunately your boyfriend at the time didn’t feel the same way. he told you he wasn’t ready to be dad and left you and your unborn child.

from the time of your baby boy’s birth, it was just you and him. so when you starting dating vinnie and bringing him around more, your precious boy was none too thrilled.

anytime he would notice you getting ready to go out and his babysitter coming over, he would throw a complete tantrum.

one time he even pretended to not feel good just so you would cancel your date and stay home with him.

other times you would change your plans around and just have the date at home so you could spend time with both of your boys.

vinnie was always so sweet with your son. you could tell he was trying his hardest to get the young boy to like him, but it just wasn’t working.

tonight in particular, you were making your way back to the couch with a bowl of popcorn in your hand. you sat down, cuddling close to vinnie as he wrapped his arm around you.

your son clocked this and was quick to run over to you, trying to squeeze his way between you and vinnie.

“no touch mommy. i cuddle her,” he exclaimed, giving vinnie a sour look you didn’t even know he was capable of making.

when he successfully made his way onto the couch, he settled himself on to your lap, resting his head upon your chest. he stayed like that for the rest of the movie, making sure vinnie made no moves.

although, he eventually got bored and climbed off your lap to continue playing with his toys. he was having fun until he heard the sound of a kiss.

he looked over at you to see vinnie pressing a kiss to your cheek. “no, no! you no kiss momma. only i kiss momma’s cheek.” he ran over, hitting vinnie’s arm so he would stop.

“hey! bub we use nice hands. you don’t hit people, remember? even when we’re upset.”

you startled him at your sharp voice. you didn’t typically raise your voice at him, he was always so good so this was new territory for the both of you.

he looked down as the tears started forming in his eyes.

“oh no baby, i’m not mad at you. you’re okay. i just want you to be nice to vinnie, mkay? we’re not mean people, right?” you softly explained to him, pulling back onto your lap.

he only nodded, using his little chubby hands to wipe the tears from his eyes.

“what do you say to vinnie?”

“i sorry binnie for hitting you. i use nice hands now, promise.”

“it’s okay, little man. i know you are very protective of your mommy, and i understand. you know how you love mommy so so much?” he waited for your boy to nod in response. “well i love her too. i would never hurt your mommy. i want to protect her just like you do.”

“you love mommy too?”

“yes, i love your mommy so much. but that doesn’t mean i want to take her away from you.”

it was like it finally clicked in your baby’s head. “fwiends?” he smiled.

“yeah, buddy. friends.”

you were grinning from ear to ear. your two favorite boys were finally getting along.

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