#I just saw a report on cheetahs

[logancreatesworlds]

Pillow Princess

Author’s Note: Yes, I know it’s been years but I’m getting through my first job and I’m going to grad school so cut me some slack.  Here, you filthy animals!  Special thanks to @black-is-beautiful18​ @macfizzle​ @khoicesbyk and @misswonderfrojustice​

Warnings: Cursing, sexual content - Don’t like, don’t read.  18+ only.

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J’onn exhaled in annoyance as he flew the javelin back to the watchtower.  You, the sugary root of his exasperation, had spent the last hour ranting about how he “was too overprotective” and “never let you defend yourself.”  It wasn’t his fault he had to save you after Cheetah almost sliced you into ribbons.  

You were gifted with strength and speed that almost matched that of Wonder Woman and you had the power to teleport on top of that.  Too bad Cheetah nicked you on your side before you could ‘vanish’ out of her reach - a nasty wound which J’onn had to cauterize with his heat vision after dealing with her.

“Are you even listening?”  You asked him angrily.

“How could I not?  Your complaining shall be heard by everyone in the galaxy.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Yes,” J’onn snapped, “Excuse you for not listening to my instructions and reading Wonder Woman’s report on Cheetah.  If you had, you would’ve known she is as fast as you if not faster.”

“You know damn well I hate reading!”

“Of course, unless it’s an erotica,” J’onn replies, not looking at you.

Your mouth flies open with an indignant gasp and J’onn smirks with brief satisfaction as you cross your arms and steam quietly.

The rest of the flight was silent.

_

“Hey guys,” Flash greets as he and Superman approached, “How was the miss-”

“Ask him,” you huffed angrily as you stormed past the two.

J’onn clenched his jaw at how disrespectful you were.  He had told you about that.

“Rough mission?”  The Man of Steel asked.

“Rough day in general,” The Martian replies, shaking his head.

“Vanish seems pretty pissed off,” Flash comments.

“Well that’s what happens when you aren’t careful during a mission,” J’onn says, brushing past them, “I’ll see you both later.”

_

You sat in silence as Batman gathered supplies to patch you up.  You couldn’t let Cheetah get the drop on you again.

“You look constipated,” Batman comments.

You gave him an annoyed look, one which the Caped Crusader was unfazed by.

“It’s true,” he said, bringing bandages and alcohol over to where you were.

“...The mission was rough today,” you relented.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning J’onn won’t stop babying me,” you huffed.

“I find that hard to believe.”

“How come?”

“Because you’re rash and hot-tempered.”

“That is not true!” You argued as he finished bandaging your scratched arm.

Batman gave you a knowing look and you sighed.  Okay, maybe you were.

Then, J’onn walked in.

But you weren’t about to let him know that.

“I can take it from here, Batman,” J’onn says.

Batman nods and leaves the two of you alone, being sure to give a look on the way out.

J’onn quickly gets to work without a word and you let him.

“You can drop the attitude,” the Martian says as he dabs alcohol on the already-healing wound on your stomach.

“I will drop it when I feel like it,” you hiss venomously.

“I’m gonna dismiss that as post-battle jitters,” J’onn says, smirking as he intentionally presses the alcohol-dipped cloth on the wound.  

It wasn’t enough to hurt you.  He knew that.  It was enough to get on your nerves.

“Fuck you!”  You shouted at him.

Black Canary and Green Arrow just so happened to be walking right past the Medbay during your outburst.  The look in J’onn’s eyes when he saw them was enough to make them continue.

J’onn took another exasperated breath.  Breathe, he told himself, Count to ten.

Calmly, the Martian laid the cloth down and leaned over you.

His two green arms guarded both sides of your body as his lips laid against your ear.

“You are so far out of line right now,” J’onn whispered in your ear, “You are already in enough trouble and if you don’t fix that attitude, I’m going to take off this belt, drag you in front of everybody in the mess hall and spank you until you cannot sit.  Is that what you want?”

“No.”

“That’s what I thought.  Now be quiet and let me finishing cleaning the wound you earned.”

_

Once J’onn was done, the two of you headed home.

The route back to your apartment was more quiet than the one back to the Watchtower, only this time you were grateful for the silence.  The two of you slipped indoors unnoticed and you dropped your bag and coat on the couch before wordlessly heading to the shower.

The memory of you removing your costume was swiftly replaced by the feel of warm water hitting your sore muscles.  All of the day’s trials and tribulations were forgotten as you cleaned yourself.

A familiar set of hands settled on your hips as you let the hot water rinse your breasts.  You tipped your head back further as J’onn made his way up your back with the soapy washcloth and the gently wrung it out, intentionally brushing his fingertips along your spine.

Whether his fingers were outside or inside of you, you could not deny that the Martian was gifted with his hands.

J’onn used his right hand to pull you to him, allowing his left to run up your stomach and to briefly clutch your breast.  The way he would play with your nipples was your favorite.

Just when you were finally getting into it, J’onn stopped.

The Martian got out of the shower and grabbed his towel before heading off to your room.

Indignance washing over you like the hot water, you quickly turned the shower off and marched into the bedroom.

“What the fuck was that?”  You snapped.

“What was what?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me, you jackass,” you snapped, “You left me high and dry.”

J’onn finished drying his neck and smirked at you, “You don’t look dry to me.  Perhaps you’re just upset because Veronica misses me.  Does she miss me, (Y/N)?”

You glared silently as the cold air hit your skin, amplifying the iciness of the droplets cascading down your hips and stomach.  Your lady parts pulsed at his arrogance.

You hated how he was right.  J’onn hadn’t been inside of you for two weeks.

J’onn sat down on the bed and smiled.  Of course he looked unusually large because of his size.  But given the two years you had been together, that was normal to you.

“Come here,” he said.

You walked up to him.  Not needing any more direction, you handed him your towel.

The energy between the two of you seemed to wash over the room as J’onn rubbed the towel over your skin.

His eyes never left yours as his fingers brushed over the scar on your right breast.

You took initiative and closed the distance between the two of you.  J’onn’s lips wholeheartedly received yours and you pushed him back onto the bed.  His hands grabbed your ass as you crawled on top of him.

Then, you stopped.

“What’s wrong?” J’onn asked.

You slowly crawled off him and sunk down in front of him.

“(Y/N)?”

“Take off your clothes,” you ordered.

“But-”

“You haven’t taken care of me in a whole ass week,” you snapped at him, “Looks like I’ll have to do it myself.”

J’onn smiled as he shifted out of his clothes.  His muscles elongated as you stretched over him.

You always loved his true form.  It was long, angular and he showed it only to a select few - one of which was you.

You wordlessly rubbed between his legs and J’onn took the cue.  Using his shapeshifting, he unsheathed the most private piece of himself and you took him in your hands.

The pleasure leaked into his red eyes as you jacked him off and a sigh escaped his lips.  You kept a steady pace until J’onn rolled you both over.

“What are you doing?” You asked him.

“You don’t get to put yourself in danger and then touch me how you please.  Touching is for good girls.”

“But-”

The look J’onn gave you silence you immediately and your eyes stayed connected as he spread your legs apart.

He then feasted on your pussy, sucking it like crab legs.

Your moans filled the room as you felt the Martian’s tongue extend into you and lick out the arousal.

‘That’s it, pillow princess,’ he whispered in your head, ‘Feed your boyfriend.’

You cried as J’onn stopped eating you out just before you were about to cum.

J’onn smiled down as you and you glared at him.

‘Fuck you,’ you mumble to him, unable to keep the smile off your face.

He pulled your front to meet him, putting your legs over your shoulder.

‘As you wish, dear,’ the Martian purred.

You did not walk straight the next morning.

_

Yes, yes - I know.  I’ll be writing more.

#j'onn j'onzz x reader #j'onn j'onzz imagine #j'onn j'onzz x black!reader #martian manhunter imagine #martian manhunter x poc!reader #martian manhunter x reader

[waspabi]

More Like War Ch. 2

(C.K. Dexter Haven voice) Hello friends and enemies. It’s been a while!

Since this has been a pretty Sema-centric chapter:

Alexander Semin knowing exactly what he is doing to Nicklas Bäckström

Mike Green, service dog in the Alexander Semin cheetah enclosure

Alexander Semin dealing with complex pyschosexual feelings about Alex Ovechkin

Boudreau

Listen. I actually really like Boudreau and think he's a good coach but man has writing this chapter reminded me of my Many Grudges Against Him. Every media quote was an actual quote, with only one having been padded a little. 

Boudreau’s wildly Canadian Hockey Man quote about Nicke’s “toughness”: 

“There’s something that’s ingrained in him,” Boudreau said. “You don’t think of it with Nick because he’s a blond, blue-eyed, Swedish, good-looking young man. But he’s got a toughness that belies all that, a toughness that coaches just love. He’s not going to fight, but he’s tough. I saw him last year where he could barely walk, but he was playing.”

The Red Wings game with the five penalties where only Sema was lambasted? 100% accurate!

Perhaps the best example came in a 3-2 loss to New Jersey at Verizon Center on Nov. 4, when Semin took three offensive-zone penalties, including one for hooking that led to a Devils goal. Afterward, Coach Bruce Boudreau was blunt in saying, "Alexander Semin has been in the league for five years and it’s just dumb penalties.”

Several days later, this reveal:

It’s believed that Semin has been playing through a litany of injuries, which might have something to do with his recent decline in production. He has not recorded a point in three straight games and has not scored a goal in six.

No points in three straight games! Can you imagine. I mean in 08-09 he did very much score at a 1.27 PPG pace (79 points in 62 games) so fair enough!

That CBJ Game

Earlier this week, Coach Bruce Boudreau said he believed the Blue Jackets planned to target Ovechkin by hitting the all-star every time he touched the puck. Columbus Coach Ken Hitchcock confirmed Tuesday that it was indeed his team’s strategy. “Run, chase, hunt down, hit, whatever word you want to use, that would be correct,” Hitchcock told reporters in Columbus. “He’s a very unique player because he gives it and he takes it. He doesn’t whine or cry about getting hit. He has fun in that role because the more you give it to him, the more he gives it back.”

Brooks Laich

Brooks Laich just absolutely could NOT stop hitting it out of the park with horny quotes about Alexander Semin:

It’s almost like God touched him on the shoulder and said, ‘You are wonderfully gifted’.” 

The other part of that quote was taken from Olaf Kolzig. 

“When you see a kid who has more talent than the reigning MVP, you want to see more,” Kolzig says of the 13th player taken in the 2002 draft. “He’s teasing you. The frustrating thing is he hasn’t gotten everything out of his talent. He doesn’t have the intangibles Ovie has. With Ovie there’s accountability. He’s had a bad groin and played through it. Ovie realizes what he has to live up to. So far [Semin] just puts up points.”

Misc.

Sema's weight and body composition played a big role in his injuries. He was hilariously infamous for never doing anything but cardio in the weight room. His weight in the press around this time was something like 209 lbs, but bless him he punctured that illusion real quick in this Russian interview from 2009:

Pretty sure he was, in fact, threatened to gain weight but you ever try to get a cat to do anything?

Cameos in this chapter from...

Nicklas Lidström, the quote unquote "Perfect Human"

Nicke has said he's the toughest defenseman he's ever played against.

Slava Kozlov, an all time pain in the ass (affectionate) whose Red Wings nickname was Grump

(bottom left, with Sergei Fedorov (center) and several of my all time faves)

Dainius Zubrus, who does indeed Look Like That:

He's actually Lithuanian but he did speak Russian and translated for Ovi and Sema in the early years.

And finally, Sema's mouth thing he simply loved to do on the bench, uhhh NSFW!!

#young guns

[nsokolow]

Little Weasel, Big City: Chapter 20

“So…all this stuff is for animals to turn into hybrids?” Duke exclaimed.

“Shhh!” Leilani frantically tapped her finger to her lips.

Duke’s ears drooped as he looked at the startled faces in front of him. “Uhh…how awesome is that? Why didn’t any of you tell us about the mission before?” Duke grinned and nodded.

Raymond shrugged. “I personally assumed you knew.”

Raymond and the other animals turned back to their work.

“We shoulda known these plants weren’t created just for some sorta prank. Let’s go to the cops!” Duke stood up. “Man, that felt weird comin’ outta my mouth.”

“No!” Leilani grabbed Duke’s arm. “If we leave now, we’re going to look suspicious! Let’s just leave after we finish our work. Then we can go to the police.”

Duke slowly sat back down. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He took a few seeds from a packet and put them in his pocket. “Proof, ya know.”

Leilani nodded.

The Zootopia Police Department had a fair amount of activity when Leilani and Duke walked in. Nothing visibly dramatic. Just cops talking to each other or walking by, along with a few citizens speaking to cops.

“Wow. It feels kinda good to be in here because of something someone else did.” Duke commented as his eyes wandered around the spacious place.

“Oh! There’s that cheetah guy!” Leilani pointed to a chubby cheetah at a desk in front of them. He giggled at his phone while he chomped on a pink donut. “I saw him on the news and when I came here to report our Daring Do incident!”

“Clawhauser? Oh, yeah. I know him kinda well. He always would tell me to have a nice day every time I left this place.”

“Heh, sounds like him, from what I’ve seen.”

The cheetah gasped as he saw the weasels approaching. “Well, if it isn’t the accidental newlyweds! How are you guys?” Clawhauser’s eyes rested on Leilani. “Laila, right?”

“Leilani. Hi, Clawhauser! We actually have something to—“

“—Oh, by the way, what were the results of your pregnancy test?” Clawhauser grinned and rested his face in his paws. He made a small squeal.

“Well, uh, negative, but we actually have something to—“

“Oh, shoot. Well, better luck next time!” Clawhauser didn’t notice Duke raise his eyebrow. “Anyway, did you hear we recently hired our first fox?”

“We found where Daring Do is comin’ from!” Duke blurted out.

Clawhauser’s mouth slowly dropped open. “No, way! What? That is awesome! We gotta tell Chief!” Clawhauser got up from his seat. “He’s not doing anything right now, so I know his office is open! Come on, weasels!”

Leilani and Duke exchanged excited looks before they followed the cheetah.

“Chief Bogo!” Clawhauser threw the door open.

The bulky buffalo looked up from his book and took his glasses off. “Clawhauser?”

“These weasels found where Daring Do is coming from!”

Chief Bogo tilted his head to look at the tense weasels behind Clawhauser.

Leilani noticed the chief’s eyes momentarily widen when he saw Duke.

Chief Bogo stood up. He raised his eyebrows. “Ah, Weaselton. We meet again.”

Duke held his paws up. “Yeah, uh, look, Chief, I know we’ve had our issues, but we really got somethin’ ta—“

Chief Bogo held up a hoof. “I’m aware of that. I also know that a witness is a witness, and you cannot legally be treated any differently if you know something. So, you two know where this plant is coming from?”

“Yes, sir!” Leilani stepped forward. “There’s this lab/garden thing in Meadowlands where this geep named ‘PJ’ is the boss!”

“Pardon me, a what?”

“A geep? What’s a geep?” asked Clawhauser.

“Half-goat, half-sheep. She’s trying to create plants that’ll be able to temporarily turn animals into hybrids so they can empathize with hybrids and know what they go through. There’s this weird glowing goo stuff in her tent! She calls Daring Do, ‘Empathy!’”

Chief Bogo’s eyes met Clawhauser’s. Neither said a word.

“Well, thank you for telling us.” Chief Bogo made some notes on a notepad. He looked back up at Leilani. “Do you know this PJ’s last name?”

“Uh, well, come to think of it, I never learned her last name! I do know that ‘PJ’ stands for ‘Paula Junior.’”

“Wait!” Duke exclaimed, “Travis said that he looked her up and saw that her birth was announced in the news about twenty-five years ago!” Duke’s ears drooped. “She’s younger than me and is runnin’ a business with science and smart stuff.”

Chief Bogo allowed a chuckle to slip as wrote some more. “Her line of work isn’t exactly a good life goal, Weaselton.” He turned to his computer and typed. “Ah. There she is. Paula Roseanne Woolman Jr. Found said article about her birth, along with her social media accounts. Can either of you write down the address of this company’s headquarters?”

Duke grimaced. “Well, I don’t think it’s got an address, but we can show you where it is. We took a train to get there, and it’s in this wide open space.”

“Very well. Let’s go.” Chief Bogo walked to the door. “These plants have been a thorn in our side long enough.”

Duke burst out laughing. “Thorn! Plants!”

“Oh yeah!” Clawhauser added, “Good one, chief!”

Chief Bogo rolled his eyes. “Ugh. Puns. That one was unintentional.’”

Leilani chuckled. “Yeah, I was gonna say, that seemed pretty unlike you, even though I barely know you.”

#disney #zootopia #zootopia fanfiction #zootopia oc #duke weaselton #chief bogo #benjamin clawhauser

[dailybeastarsthings]

Chapter 61 – Addicted

It was one hell of a day for Legoshi. A job interview, meeting again with Louis and the longest ever shift at the noodle shop made it seem it would never end. When he finally left and closed the door of the restaurant, it was already 2 a.m.

The streets were quiet, no cars or any sign of running public transport, only a lonely fries stand still operating on the nearby corner. Legoshi looked at his phone to check the timetable, whether he had the slightest chance to catch the last metro, which would take him home. Alas, he was 10 minutes late. With no chance but to walk home, he zipped his phone in his backpack and took a deep breath of the crisp air around him. However, there was something else besides the smog and the sunflower oil.

Legoshi took up a steady pace to be home as quickly as possible to get some rest. After all, he was expected at his new part time job at 8:30 in the morning. The streets only echoed from his shoes clicking on the ground as he made his heavy steps. Still, he grew slightly more uneasy as the strange smell in the air got stronger with each step.

As he passed a corner, he was stopped by three felines: a black panther, a cheetah and a domestic housecat. The two large felines had crates in their hands, containing glass bottles in them, while the house cat was holding a sign, promoting something called “Golden Beast”.

‘Hello, sir, would you like to try our company’s new energy drink?’ the cheetah asked.

‘A new energy drink? For carnivores?’ Legoshi asked, as he took a closer look of the bottles.

‘That’s exactly right! How old are you?’

‘I’m 17.’

‘Oh, you must be exhausted being up this late at night! I suppose it’s a part-time job, right?’

‘Yes, but…’

‘Then go ahead and take a sample of our company’s new energy drink! More energy for a better tomorrow! We’re doing a campaign where we hand out free samples you know. I’m sure you don’t want to miss it!’ the cheetah insisted.

Legoshi took a moment to think. He was a bit sleepy, sure, but he never really had to take energy drinks or any caffeine really to be able to stay awake. He shrugged and started walking away.

‘My stamina is one of the few things that I’m proud of so I don’t think I’d need this’ he said. ‘Thanks anyway.’

‘Now now, don’t say that’ the panther said, catching up to Legoshi with a malicious grin. ‘You can just tell us how it tastes!’

Without him noticing, the felines herded Legoshi into a dark alleyway, way away from the main street.

‘Now we’ve got him!’ the panther thought. ‘As soon as I open one of these bottles, he’ll be intoxicated immediately. We’re gonna turn him into a slave of meat!’

‘Why are we in this dark street?’ Legoshi asked innocently.

‘You’ll know in time, don’t worry’ the panther said as he opened a bottle of the energy drink. ‘You’re gonna feel so much better soon… Here…’ he handed the bottle to Legoshi.

Legoshi covered his muzzle with his hand, while the felines watched him in anticipation, expecting him to turn feral, drooling like the other carnivores they made to drink their product. They looked closer and closer, until Legoshi eventually let go of his muzzle in a loud sneeze. The felines were surprised by the reaction to say the least.

‘I’m sorry, I had my window open last night’ Legoshi apologized before taking a sip of the drink. At first, it tasted like tutti-frutti bubblegum, but it then started to have a weird after taste. Something bitter and sour at the same time.

He couldn’t really put his finger on it, but he remembered something he saw in the news at the restaurant the other day. The report was about a substance called the Blood-Bone Drug. As the name suggests, it was a mixture of ground-up herbivore bones and blood. Apparently, the dealers targeted younger carnivores who didn’t want to try eating meat or suppressed their urges to do so, since the number of customers were rapidly decreasing at the Black Market. To lure unsuspecting carnivore into consuming the substance, it is mixed into drinks. Since its water-solubility is very good, the go-to drinks are usually energy drinks, which are then re-labeled. The Blood-Bone Drug is usually effective in mere seconds, sending the consumer into a frenzy of bloodlust and insatiable hunger for herbivore meat.

Legoshi held the bottle away from him, looking at the golden letters of the label before saying ‘I think this has a weird aftertaste’. He sent a glare towards the felines who started shaking in their boots. ‘It’s probably the Blood-Bone Drug, but how would I know, right? Boy, I’d like to go back to the times when the tiniest whiff of blood or meat made me feel dizzy… maybe… Then again…’

He threw the bottle to the ground, breaking it.

‘What the hell!? Why didn’t it work!?’ the cheetah yelled.

‘I ate the flesh of my own friend. Mixed-up drinks like these have no effect on me. My body only reacts to the living flesh of herbivores, which I vowed to never eat again. I want to live in peace with herbivores.’

Legoshi removed his shirt and pullover, folding them neatly before taking up his fighting position.

‘I guess we targeted the wrong guy’ the panther said as he pulled out his knife.

‘We’ll make sure you don’t get in the way of our business, son’ the cheetah added.

‘Sure, go ahead. As for me, I’m going to break havoc on you guys for all the herbivores you used for that drug!’

‘You really should’ve lived an honest life, like a real carnivore… Too bad…’ the panther said as he flung his knife to cut Legoshi. The razor-sharp blade cut him right under his left eye. He felt the warmth of his rich red blood flowing out of the wound.

‘An honest life, huh?’ Legoshi said as he licked his injury, revealing his sharp canines in an almost maniacal smile.

‘What the hell are you smiling for!?’ the panther yelled as he lashed out again towards Legoshi. He dodged the knife and went straight for the belly of the panther with his fist. Showing off his fangs, his body throbbing with strength made him feel like the time he had fought Riz under the Gazura Bridge. As he dodged the other attacks of the panther, he managed to punch him in the nose, which, surprisingly for him, was very soft. The feline fell to the ground in a scream with blood steadily flowing out of his nose.

‘Did you ever think about the herbivores who were used as ingredients while you were selling that drug!?’ Legoshi growled. He stepped to the panther and lifted him off the ground by the neck of his shirt.

‘Please stop!’ the feline begged.

‘You know, I really am an egotistical, no-good wolf who gets so much joy from fighting for a great cause that I lose sight of my strength limiters. I should just go ahead and destroy all of you utterly and completely…’

‘Please, I swear I’ll stop selling these drugs!’

‘I can’t hear you!’

‘I won’t sell Blood-Bone Drug anymore!’

Suddenly, half-a-dozen of police officers raided the scene, ordering everyone to freeze. After that, Legoshi could hear one of them talking to him, but his blood flowed out of his head, making him lose his consciousness and faint.

He woke up in a hospital room four hours later, feeling drained of his energy completely.

‘Oh, good! Our hero woke up’ a mountain gorilla greeted Legoshi. ‘I’m officer Kona, responsible for patrolling in the district where you live. Your neighbor had told us that you hadn’t arrived home yet and that you were a predation offender, that’s why we started looking for you, worried that you might have been influenced by the effects of the Blood-Bone Drug. It looks, however, that you have a resistance to it. Anyway, good job exposing that drug cartel. We’re in your debt. By the way, a friend of yours is here to see you. I’ll let him in now.’

With that, the gorilla left but left the door open.

‘Thank you, officer’ Legoshi heard the familiar sound from the other side of the door. His heart began to race when he saw that his visitor was none other than Louis, wearing a surprisingly casual outfit of dark grey loose-fit pants, a beige pullover and a red scarf.

‘I knew it was you’ Louis said, expectedly. ‘I read an article about a 17-year-old grey wolf who captured a drug cartel all by himself. Now… Where’s a chair?’ he looked around, while untying his scarf. ‘Anyway, I had a feeling that you were the wolf in the article and surprise, surprise, I was correct.’

Louis sat down in front of Legoshi’s bed. The two of them were alone in the ward.

‘After some investigation, I found out where you were. It was surprisingly easy. Then again, you are a hero now as far as the police is concerned.’

Louis saw the surprised yet excited expression on Legoshi’s face, which annoyed him greatly. How could he be so excited after risking his life yet again, fighting thugs on the street when he should have just walked past by them?

‘Okay, calm down, you’re wagging your tail way too excited again.’

‘Oh, sorry’ Legoshi apologized.

‘Don’t worry about it. I hate to admit it but it’s cute actually. Anyway, here’s some water for you to drink’ Louis replied, taking a bottle out of what seemed to be a delivery bag and handing to the wolf, who opened it and started gulping the water down. ‘I also brought you some souvenirs and some cake, too.’

Louis reached into the bag once again, pulling out a box of fruit jelly in his right hand and a pack of castella in his left one, sending a coy smile towards Legoshi.

‘So, which one of these three are you going to eat?’ Louis asked, sort of seductively.

‘What’s gotten into you Louis?’ Legoshi said after spitting the water out in a ray.

‘It’s about time you opened your mouth. I thought real hard about this joke. The least you can do is appreciate it!’

‘It wasn’t funny, you scared me!’

‘You know I have a dark sense of humor.’

‘Well, I know now…’

‘Anyway, fruit jelly or castella.’

‘The castella, please. This doesn’t mean I won’t taste you later though’ Legoshi said with a teasing smile on his face. Louis was surprised by the openness and rapid reaction.

‘Are you joking right now or is this a terribly cheesy way of you to try and flirt with me?’

‘Hey, I was put on the spot!’

They looked at each other for a moment before they both broke out laughing.

‘So, how is university working out for you?’ Legoshi asked.

‘Well, I have a lot of obligations to fulfill. Both to my teachers and my father. But it’s nothing I wouldn’t be able to manage. Still, it would be nice to spend some time with you when we have the chance…’ Louis sighed.

‘Oh no, the university, what time is it? I’m late, they’ll fire me!’

‘Don’t worry about it, I already informed the dean and your boss about what happened and they are sending you well-wishes and want you to get well before your first day.’

Legoshi sat in silence, admiring the beauty of herbivores, peaking in Louis. His antlers, his form, his strong yet fragile body, his mannerisms. He felt he would give up anything and everything to satisfy him and be as good for him as he could be.

‘I realized something terrible, Louis’, he said.

‘What?’

‘That I never cared about “justice” to begin with. I’m just desperately in love with the existence of herbivores. I’m a perverted wolf. All this time I thought I was fighting carnivores because they went against my sense of justice. But that was never the case. I was just spurred on by my fetish… It was all just a hormonal rampage…’ Legoshi drooped his ears, a teardrop rolling down his face.

‘Legoshi…’ Louis began with sorrow in his voice for his love ‘Seriously? You only realize this now, you dumb dog!?’

‘What?’

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to let that slip, but… Everyone knows you’re a perverted wolf’ Louis sat as he sat next to Legoshi. ‘When push comes to shove, you probably only fell in love with me because I was the first herbivore who showed you respect. That’s how all males are. Well, sort of… The majority is attracted to the opposite sex. Whatever the case is though, your fetishes are what make you who you are. It doesn’t matter that you’re a pervert. If you’re acting out of a desire to save someone, then it’s okay to call it justice. Now, if you understand, say “yes”.’

‘Huh?’

Louis grabbed Legoshi’s face and started moving it up and down. It all suddenly clicked for Legoshi and he said “yes”.

He looked at Louis in silence and glistening eyes. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. The way he accepted him with flaws and all. Louis was truly a treasure for him. One of the many things he, a perverted wolf wanted to save. But what he wanted to save the most was the soft and encouraging smile of Louis.

#beastars #beastars overhaul

[majordomo-zazu]

//I swear I already own this but I bought it again anyway

#Out of Service Out of Africa (OOC) #//the Zazu I mean. The Lion I also bought today at the zoo #//me and my best friend spent the whole day at the zoo then went for something to eat then saw the stage show #//He told me later he's never seen anyone more excited to see a show. and he's like a huge theatre nerd and has been in several big-budget #//productions of shit #//I was like bopping along to every song and singing the Zulu parts #//and pointing just before the giraffes and cheetahs came on stage because I knew the cue #//I teared up at They Live In You. The Reprise and The King of Pride Rock bit #//I really like the little extra scene Mufasa and Zazu have before the stampede. It's cute #//They cut the Morning Report but kept Chow Down. Neither of which are very good songs but I like them and I was said MR wasn't in it #//Neither was the whole pouncing lesson though #//Scar and Zazu really stole the whole show though they were both great at their parts #//but Scar's acting was miles better than his singing #//young Simba was....a Child Actor #//like I know its hard for kids that age to do right but he had a very English accent and was over-annunciating everything #//I didn't love Mufasa either. He was a bit too harsh and there wasn't a lot of weight behind his words. but he killed They Live in You #//and the bit where he takes off his Lion Head gets me all the time #//adult Simba and Nala where phenomenal though #//Rafiki and the hyenas were really good as well. And I love all the puppets like the cheetah and the giraffes #//and how they do the stampede scene #//Timon and Pumbaa really feel like they aren't in it all that much though #//anyway that was the best day of my life I think

[the-broken-truth]

Yandere One-Shot: Cheetah x Male Tiger Hybrid [PART ONE]

Quick Summary: Hearing a rumor of a Divine Power resting in the heart of an uncharted island unknown to all - even the Amazons - Cheetah goes to the uncharted island to claim the power for herself. What happens when she finds a lead to the power...and that lead is someone like her - A Tiger with a Humanoid Form & Power; just like her. Will she use him to find the power...or has she found something more interesting?

[If there was anything Barbara Ann Minerva wanted in her mortal life - it was the be known as one of the best archaeologists that were ever known, but when she was reborn by Urzkartaga as Cheetah, that ideal changed; she no longer cared to be the best - all she cared for was power. For a power that would destroy everyone and everything that stood against her - mainly the Amazon Princess, Diana/Wonder Woman; her ultimate prey. Cheetah didn't care about what she had to do, if there was a guarantee of power, she was going to take the chance. Just as she was doing now.]

[Her keen ears picked up on a rumor of an unknown power that rested in the heart of an unclaimed island where those of the common mind was completely unaware of, while those of ancient seeking minds would never dare to place their feet; not even the ancient Amazons know where the island was and even if they did, it would never place their feet there. A power so terrifying and grand, not even the Amazons would go near it - it was perfect and it was going to belong to Cheetah.]

[Using her connections, Cheetah happened upon the location of the island and a map that was being kept in the Museum Archives - all it took was her stealthy hand to take what she wanted without triggering the alarm; it wasn't even reported the next day. Cheetah went to some 'trusted' suppliers and acquired a boat as well as some supplies for the trip. Once everything was set, she set out for the island and power.]

[Time: Around Highnoon - Location: Beach of an Uncharted Island]

[Cheetah's bare feet leaped off her boat and into the warm sand as her amber eyes looked at the jungle before her, the warm sea-salt smell held in the wind blowing in her hair as a smirk crept across her face; it was as if she could hear the power calling out to her, waiting for her to take it for herself.]

Cheetah (Places her hand on her hip as she stares at the jungle - her tail waves from side to side in excitement): 'Once that power is mine, I'll make the Amazon Nation bow before me and then the city shall be my power personally kingdom; I'll be a queen... No... I shall be a GODDESS!'

[She took the map from her pack and looked at it before darting in the direction of the heart of the jungle with the swiftness of a cheetah - completely unaware of the hooded figure watching her from the jungle treelines.]

[About An Hour Later - Location: The Divine One's Temple (Field)]

[The Former Archaeologist broke free of the thick bushes and stood in a field with low grass and a few large white boulders scattered around in random places. She looked ahead and her eyes widened along with her smile when the large temple stood before her. This was it - the place on the map called 'The Divine One's Temple'. Barbara saw places like this when she was a mere mortal but this place radiated with power; now, she could see how it was scared away someone with a weak will but she could feel the call of the power within the temple calling to her - the claim it and with it, crush Diana of the Amazons along with her allies. She took one step when something told her to look around - ever since she got one this island, she found traps, and these traps were left behind by the ones who lived here; they were fresh and crafted by someone who knew what they were doing and the closer she got...the more deadly the traps became. Someone else was on this island and they were trying to keep her from claiming what belonged to her. She looked around for a while for the slightest sight of a trap and when she didn't see one, she darted for the temple. She was halfway through the field when her body made her stop - just in time to prevent an arrow from getting lodged into her foot. She glared in the direction of the arrow and came face to mask with a hooded figure with a cloth mask covering his face - she knew it was a male from his build and by the scent he was giving off...he was the strongest in the Wild Cat Family.]

Cheetah (Glares at the male): Who are you?

Masked Male (Points arrow at her): I am the Guardian of the Ancient Orb. You must not travel there until the next full moon when it is safe, even then, you cannot have it - It is the reward for my trial.

#yandere dc #dc cheetah #yandere cheetah #yandere barbara ann minerva

[baby-bearie]

the 7 ways he’ll tell you he loves you

(NOT MY GIF ALL CREDIT TO OWNER)

jj maybank x reader

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a/n: this is unedited, so sorry about the mistakes. i saw a lot of trouble going around with plagiarism on wattpad and i did report a lot of books with stolen fics and props to you guys for getting a few actually taken down!! plagiarism and theft of intellectual property is HURTFUL, writers put SO MUCH into their work, and it’s not so you can get some votes on a wattpad page. also, boys using lovely as a nickname is ;alsdjffenve. 

How long is forever supposed to be? Months? Years, decades, lifetimes? Forever was supposed to be you and JJ. 

Forever feels like the 15 minutes that he’s been fighting you for. 

“Y/n, I don’t get why you’re turning this into such a big deal.” 

“Stop doing that. Stop acting like I don’t get to be mad. I do! I am! You know, you always do this JJ.” “I do not.” “You do. I’m sick of it. I’m- I’m sorry, JJ, but I’m done. I don’t wanna do this anymore,” you sniffle. You refuse to cry. Not in front of him. “We’re going in circles, I really think it’s time to, to just call it quits.” You shrug. JJ is silent. You wait, you yourself need to process what just came out of your mouth. 

JJ is on the couch. He leans on his knees with his elbows and his head is hanging low. He nods. Slowly at first, then quicker. 

“Okay,” he sighs, “You’re right. You’re right.” You nod, relieved that he agreed with you. A bigger part of you was upset that he agreed with you. It would’ve been nice if he had put up some kind of a fight. 

“So, uh, I’ll go.” “Yeah.”

You collapsed onto the couch, rubbing a hand over your face. A brightly colored magazine was open on the coffee table in front of you. Cheetah printed bold letters spelled out a headline: 

The 7 Ways He’ll Tell You He Loves You.

Talk about bad timing. You flipped the cover back over it. 

#1: He’ll flat out tell you. 

“You know, you’re one of the dumbest boys I’ve ever met.” “Right back at you.” JJ grinned up at you. “Oh, low blow, dude.” You laughed, tackling him down onto the bed. JJ fell back with a loud oof, the breath knocked out of his stomach. 

“One day, you’ll do that and I won’t get up, you know that? You’re actually going to be the death of me.” “Oh, I hope so. I’m already sick of you.” “This is literally you confessing to my murder.” He laughed, shoving you off him so he could hover over you instead. “They won’t arrest me, I’m too cute.” You gave him a cheesy smile. 

“That you are,” JJ smirked, leaning down to press soft kisses into the skin between your jaw and your neck. You hummed in approval as he pulled away. You fiddled with the necklace which dangled from his neck. “I love you,” he muttered. 

“ ‘Til I murder you?” 

He pecked your lips. “Til you murder me.” 

He couldn’t have fought for you? Put up some sort of argument? This was a stupid battle to pick with yourself. You were the one who instigated the break up.  

Maybe you weren’t expecting him to actually agree with you. You weren’t expecting him to let you end things.

#2: He’ll protect you. 

“Maybank, I swear to god, if you don’t get us down from here right now I will throw your ass off this cliff.” “It’s really not that high up!” “Holy shit!” You yelped and turned to bury your face in JJ’s chest. He instinctively wrapped his arms around you. 

“Hey, you’re okay, alright? You’re okay. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. I got you. It’s okay, I got you.” JJ assured you, laughing a little through his words at how tightly you were clutching his tank top. 

The next couple of weeks hurt like hell. It’s a sad process, trying to leave behind someone you were rooted to so deeply. You’d see him at parties or even just out on the street sometimes. 

His eyes always followed you. When you were dating, you were amazing at being able to tell when JJ was watching you.  A shiver used to run over your spine, and you’d turn and immediately meet his eyes. He’d smirk and raise his hand to salute you. 

God, how you missed that smirk. 

Apparently, after you stopped dating, your body never forgot what it felt like when his eyes were on you. These days, when you turned to look at him his eyes were intense. He held your eyes for a second. One second when you could forget how you cried and how he left without kissing  you goodbye. 

Then he looked away. 

#3: He thinks of you when you’re not with him. 

“Hey, baby, look at this.” JJ threw the door to the Chateau open and marched over to you. His smile was proud, like a child trying to impress his mom. He stuck out his hand and dropped a small square magnet into yours. You flipped it over to see the front. 

It was brown and painted badly to look wooden. There were two u-shaped magnets painted on as well, and it read, ‘I can’t help but be attracted to you’. You read this out loud and JJ grinned, ecstatic with his choice.

 “Where did you get this?” You snorted. “It was at some cheesy gift shop. It made me think of you so I had to buy it.” “It’s perfect. I love it.” You stood to kiss his cheek and slid the magnet onto the fridge. “You’re very welcome.” 

JJ has always been nearly unreadable. He’s scarily good at hiding his thoughts and feelings from everyone around him, often including his best friends. You knew John B at least had some knowledge of JJ’s emotions, but you doubted the rest of the group did. 

You had at least managed to make a couple cracks in the hard walls he had built up around himself. 

#4: He shows you his emotions. 

You gaped in awe at the bruises littering his torso. You had no idea just how bad it was. You had no idea why he never told you. 

“I can’t take him anymore, Y/n, I can’t take it- can’t do it anymore.” JJ sobbed, his arms tightening around you. You guided his head down to your shoulder. 

“I know, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, J. C'mere.” You took a deep breath. You would not cry. Not when he needed you to be strong. “Let it out. You’re okay now.” You locked eyes with John B, terrified.

His tears soaked the skin on your shoulder and the first of many that night fell into his hair. 

But since the breakup, from what you saw of him you couldn’t get anything. His face was expressionless every time you made eye contact with him.You had seen him smile at his friends once or twice, but nothing real. JJ was very good at fake smiles. They looked nearly identical to his real ones. But you loved him for long enough to know what a real one should look like. 

#5: He’ll try and make you laugh. 

“Why are you sad, lovely? Stop it, I hate seeing you sad.” JJ pulled you on his chest, brushing hairs out of your face. You shook your head, tucking your face into his chest. 

“Ok. Fine. You leave me no other choice.” JJ sighed loudly. “What do you call Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson when he tells time?” 

He waited a second for an answer that never came. “Dwayne ‘The Clock’ Johnson.” 

You laughed abruptly, but it came out as a sob. You didn’t lift your head. 

“Alright, you want more, fine. What do you call Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson when he won’t shut up? Dwayne ‘The Talk’ Johnson. What do you call Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson when the doorbell is broken? Dwayne ‘The Knock’ Johnson. What do you call Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson when he wears comfortable, breathable footwear? Dwayne ‘The Croc’ Johnson.” 

Your whole body was shaking with uncontrollable laughter now. You were certain that JJ had been practicing those at some point. 

“No more, no more, please,” You finally lifted your head and JJ wiped away a fallen tear with his thumb. You choked on a laugh. “So how long did it take you to come up with those?” 

JJ frowned. “What do you mean, I came up with those like just now!” He laughed.

“Okay, sure, JJ.” “Don’t test me, I have like, 8 more.” 

You think the worst part about this is being lonely. You’re surrounded by comforting friends who try and take you places and get you to have fun but at the end of the night you go home to an empty bed and you wake up in an empty bed.

And every morning without fail, you’ll wake up and reach for him. And every morning without fail, he won’t be there. 

#6: He’ll make romantic gestures. 

“JJ? Where are you?” You sat up, groggily. He wasn’t in bed, that’s for sure. 

“G’morning, lovely,” JJ strolled into your room, carrying a tray. You propped yourself up on the headboard and took it from him. 

“Aw, JJ, what is all this?” “Breakfast.” “You made breakfast?” 

JJ stole a berry off your plate and popped it in his mouth, nodding. He took a seat near your legs. 

JJ can’t cook for shit. 

“Baby, it’s okay, it’s the thought that counts, I thought it was sweet!” “Nah, dude, that was shitty, I’m sorry. That bread tasted like a frying pan.” “The berries were good.” “That’s because all I did to them was wash them.” 

You hit up another party with your friends. They were the best kind of distraction. You pulled up the green bikini strap that was falling down your shoulders. This was his favorite top. 

“Y/l/n!” You heard a voice shout. “Y/n!” 

You turned to see who was shouting your name and smiled at John B. “Hey, Routledge, good to see you!” “Hey, Y/n. Look, I know you guys aren’t on talking terms- “John B, no,” You interrupted, but he kept talking over you. 

“But, please, Y/n, he won’t talk to anybody and we’re all worried about him.” “I really can’t, I don’t think he- “He’s in the van. Driver’s seat. Thank you!” And then he was gone. You huffed. 

You could see the van from here and you could barely make out a figure sitting in the front seat. 

You stood there for a second before you forced yourself to get over it and you made your way around dancing teenagers to the van. 

You pulled open the door and climbed into the passenger seat. He turned to look at you. 

“Hi,” you forced out. This felt uncomfortably unfamiliar. “Hey, Y/n.” 

“How are you?” He asked. He was being formal. He was never formal with you. 

“Fine, I guess. What about you?” 

He said nothing. “Small talk? Is that what we are now? We have to make small talk?” He laughed, exasperated. 

“I know you hate small talk.” 

“What happened to us?” His eyes are wet, and he doesn’t look at you, just stares straight ahead. “I made a mistake.” You said it out loud. You hadn’t forced yourself to admit it yet. That you were wrong for putting him in this position. 

“What?” He turned to look at you. 

“I shouldn’t have broken up with you. I think some part of me thought you wouldn’t actually let me do it. That you would fight to make us work.” You shrugged. Your eyes watered up. 

“Well, I didn’t want to break up with you.” He spoke quickly. 

“What?” Now it was your turn to be confused. 

“Of course I never wanted to leave you, Y/n. I love you.” “But you said I was right. And you left.” “I thought that was what you wanted. I want you happy. If that means I have to get out of the picture, then I’m gone. I left because I thought you wanted me to go.” 

You scoff. “So, all this time we’ve just been playing ourselves.” 

JJ laughs, a wet one. “You know, nobody told me just how fucking useless I was going to be without you.” He finally really looks at you. 

There’s a half smile on his face and his eyes are full of tears. 

You leap into him, and he meets you halfway. He buries his forehead on your shoulder and his hand is holding the back of your head. “I missed you. I missed you so much, lovely.” He cries into your hair. 

#7: He’ll do anything if it means you’re happy. 

#outer banks imagine #outer banks #outer banks imagines #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj imagines #jj outer banks #jj maybank outer banks #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank angst #jj maybank fic #obx imagine #john b routledge #rudy pankow #outer banks fluff #outer banks angst

[starshipsofstarlord]

Hey!!! I'm so glad you liked the blurb night idea :) 💞 Can I request a blurb with Peter bumping into the reader while she's kinda lost at times square and he's dressed as spiderman so he tries to flirt with you, but it makes you laugh instead?

I loved the idea hun, thankyou sm for helping me with this idea xxx

“You’re a guy?”

Pairing | Peter Parker x reader

Summary | based on the request

Warnings | mentions of crime, brief mention of death and drugs, mention of sex

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“And there was this girl. She was really pretty, but-“ May quirked her head at her nephew, hardly understanding his blabber as he sped through his words like he was racing verbally against a cheetah, though, she was manage to uncover that particular sentence.

“Whoa, slow down kiddo.” His aunt laughed lightly, bracing her shoulders on his arms as he caught his overexcited breath. “How about you start from the beginning, and take a breath?” May had much practice with calming the boy down, she sincerely remembered how that night his parents had dropped him off, how worried he had been for them not to return. And they didn’t.

Peter bobbed his head in a eager nod, doing as he was recommended by his legal guardian, puffing the air in through his cheeks, as he inhaled and exhaled normally through his nose.“I was out patrolling the city, checking out for any bad guys, and then, I saw her...” her, the girl that had captured his attention, and distracted him from his friendly neighbourhood duties. She was much like a magnet, pulling his north face into her axis spinning world, distracting him from the things that he was actually meant to be ensuring did not happen on his watch.

“Weren’t you supposed to be patrolling?” The elder of the two quirked a brow, earning a splutter of a response from the teenager under her roof. She wasn’t a strict guardian concerning his heroic antics, though, she made sure to keep him on track for his own sake. Peter had quite the tendency to become overrun with stress from the amounts of responsibilities that he took on, and him being only young did not help the situation.

“I’m getting to that!” He was fast to defend himself, huffing his chest in as he prepared to tell May his story, from the beginning. It was quite the tale, he’d say, combined with the embarrassment of his own presence entangled in the random and friendly interaction that he had felt promiscuously lulled to create.

Queens, it was new to you. There were so many streets, filled to the brim with people that seemed to know where they were going. Unlike them, you didn’t, in fact, you’d go as far to admit that you were lost. Lost in a place that was known for the chaos that wrapped it off with a tarnished bow, and made the collateral practically fashion within its various newspapers that rounded every corner to divulge their companies’ obscure theories.

A panicked look struck your eyes, as you turned, shaking your head and pressing through the mass of citizens and finding an empty lot, scrolling through your phone, diverting your attention quickly towards google maps. It was the only thing that you could think of, it’d be a shame if you were to disturb one of the many passersby from their clearly packed schedule; you did not need that, nor berating them on your conscience.

“You lost or something?” A voice asked, making your shoulders jump as a figure, twisted in the colours red and blue, with a seam of black fell from the roofs above. Your heart rate imploded, more so when you realised who the mask wearing vigilante was. The wearer, although unknown, was infamous for the successions of saving lives that they had participated in, including defending the galaxy against outside threats.

It was Spiderman, the neighbourhood dubbed avenger, that tried their utmost to return stolen or lost bikes to their rightful owners, and protected banks from armed and overnight robberies. There was known to be something different about this particular hero, they were young and clearly had time to improve their skill set, for they were quite the clutz, and spoke significantly more to those he faced off against than what was necessary.

But this one hero, stood out amongst the rest. Not only was their suit designed by Stark technology, as you had written about in a work article, but it was far more concealing, and not to mention restricting, for the person beneath the red concoction to wear. Yes, you were in town for a new job, specifically to delve into the details that regards the world of heroes, and exploit all possible angles to how they deserved as much recognition for their stunts, as the president received for his noble speeches.

“I-“ you paused, think back over what you were preparing to say. It was without a doubt, that you had not expected the vigilante to appear in your spectacle gaze the first time that you stepped foot on the premises that he roamed, and protected. But here the spider enthusiast was, leaping down to stand beside you, burdening you with more knowledge that you could use, such as the person beneath was not as tall as you had expected, and there was definitely no way you could see their true eyes through the shallow white cases that covered them.

That was something you could write about, and make various descriptive theories about. ‘Seeing in white vision, sparked by the purity that glazed their unknown signature irises, Spider-Man halts all with the sparing of their true self. They may have reasons for shielding their eyes, much like Daredevil, not needing to see when they are overcome with various other senses that convulse their body into attentiveness,” -no, that sounded absolutely terrible.

And not to mention, if you spread that horrid writing about, Murdoc would be ashamed of ever deciding to get your aid in uncovering the route of the villainous underworld, that had take over Hell’s Kitchen and turned it into their own ring for drugs and more. The battle of New York had many repercussions, that being one, another influencing you into the career choice of being said reporter that you now proclaimed yourself as.

“Yeah, I am.” You responded with the company of a smile, and Peter swore he could feel his heart convulse beneath his suit. It’s pace was vaguely rapid, disheartening him from thinking of any more to say, he was practically speechless. “I’m looking for New York Times, you ever heard of it?” Yes, he most definitely had, it was the average run of the mill newspaper company, though, he did not know that you intended to change that into something much more.

“Funnily enough I have.” He scratched the back of his head, his arm subconsciously flexing as he did so, feeling like he had failed as your eyes remained focused on the wideness of his suit’s intense eyes. “It’s about three blocks from here, I could take you there if you want, I have nothing more to do.” From his proclamation you quirked a brow, crossing your arms amusedly.

“Don’t you have a city to watch over?” You asked, watching as Spider-Man’s false eyes widened, and he visibly panicked, realising that you had been right. “I’ll find my way, I’ve been to New York, many a time, Queens is bound to be a piece of cake. Also, a map is always handy.” A shrug rippled off your shoulders, Peter watching and walking closer as he thought of something more to add to the initial acquainting conversation.

“I’m Spider-Man.” Inwardly, and beneath his mask, Peter cringed noting how his voice rose, and it could be perceived as boasting. That though was definitely not his intent in the slightest, but he worried of how it may have come across to you. He wasn’t sure how you may have read it as, but a swarm of relief filled his lungs as he watched the corner of your eyes crinkle up, humoured by the tone of his that had significantly heightened. “Im a guy by the way.”

He felt the need to state that, especially considering people’s perceptions in the past. But instantly after saying it, he was regretful, through, he had to admit, he enjoyed listening to you laugh, it was like a melody that he wanted to listen to until the end of time. “You’re a guy?” You released a dramatic gasp, aiding your phoney response. “Yeah, no. I completely thought that you were a girl.” Sarcasm, he had well gotten used to frequency of it thanks to Mr Stark, who... well, he wasn’t around any more.

“You’re funny.” He smiled, shaking his head whence he realised that you could not see his hidden expression. “I don’t know, maybe, would you like to go to coffee with me, if you have time before you have to get to the news place? I mean, I don’t drink that much coffee, I get told that if I have too much caffeine that I get a little hyper, but I mean, I’m trying to ask you out and I have a really bad track record of-“

“Sure.” You spoke, ignoring the map that had finally loaded onto the screen of your phone. It was to your luck that you weren’t required to make your presence known at the business until tomorrow, and there was always time to kill, so you thought screw it, and decided to find it so that you didn’t get lost the approaching day. “Are you going to be wearing that, or you know, take it off?” You pointed at him, making peter surprised.

“It’s not that kind of date.” He quickly responded. “I meant just for a drink, not to hook up in the back of an a- oh, you meant the suit, didn’t you.” With a roll of your eyes, you nodded, pursing your lips together, as Peter felt the rain of relief once more. “Oh, that’s good, not that I wouldn’t want to, you’re gorgeous, that just wasn’t my intent and I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”

“Basically.” You wrinkled your nose, with a laugh, the way you scrunched it up was adorable to Peter. “So I’ll meet you here in two hours, I’ll let you finish up your duties, and change into something that doesn’t make you look you’re wearing a thong, because I can tell you from experience that those things are not comfortable. That good for you Spidey?”

“That works.” He spoke, trying his best to contain his overflowing excitement, biting his lip to do so. “That definitely works.”

“Hi.” The familiar voice of Spider-Man spoke, and you turned around, watching as a young man, not much different in age from yourself rounded the corner. He was clothed in a blue and white chequered flannel, and grey jeans, and you had to say, that whilst the amazing Spider-Man was quite the sight, this was something else.

“Oh, I was waiting for a girl actually.” You informed him, clearly messing with him, as you walked closer, a stretching smile pinning up the corners of your lips. “But I guess you’ll do webslinger.” He could feel his heart racing, but he walked closer, watching as you eyed him, a stranger met with the sight of a vigilante unmasked. “Where to, red and blue?”

“There’s this really good place on main, they sell the best sandwiches. And trust me, once you buy from there, you won’t stop...” the two of you began to walk away together, and towards Peter’s secret destination, where the two of you learnt the others real name.

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[sohin-ace]

Bucci gang hc with a female team member that's always tired and sleeping but has lightning fast reflexes? Like, she's always tired and sluggish but she always manages to survive and complete missions. Every. Single. Dang. Time.

Didn't write dialogue for Abba because his HC was so long already.

Bucci gang w/ a chronically tired S/O HC

Bucciarati

The least worried of the group, but still somewhat concerned.

He knew what you were capable of. He took you in after seeing the extent of your abilities. It didn't matter what the gang thought of you at first, they would eventually understand, was what he told you.

He's never seen someone so physically drained in his life and he'd love to believe that you may have a clinical condition that explains it.

Gets so frustrated when you don't listen to him during briefings and go to do your things on your own in missions.

It's so dangerous and he gets so scared. Even if you always succeed, sometimes without a single scratch, he still can't help but worry.

He stomps to you and when you think he's going to yell at you or slap you for being so reckless, he instead takes you in his arms, relieved.

"It's only a matter of time until something happens to you... God you scare me..."

Otherwise, he has no problems letting you lean onto him when you're feeling spent, or want to nap on him in the car.

Abbachio

Really? That was the new member Bucciarati trusted and brought in?

He was so pissed and frustrated whenever you laid halfway onto the table during meetings, or dozed off when someone reported for duty.

You were so lazy, undisciplined and churlish he couldn't stand it at times.

Some people, like him, worked their ASSES off to get to where they were, and you were just hunched over and drooling?

He was okay with a member feeling a bit sick or tired occasionally, especially if it was Bruno who overworked, but you were just too much!

He constantly slaps you to wake you up or get your attention and scolds you for it.

The way you handled the missions with such endeavour and skill was so contradictory to your usual slow attitude, he was so surprised.

To be honest he's terrified. How could someone be so two-faced?

But now he finally understood why you had been taken here by Bucciarati. You were indeed a valuable addition to the team, he had to recognize it.

It takes time for him to actually trust you and make sure you won't betray them, but he's still very admirative.

Giorno

He wouldn't show it but he was a bit worried. About the gang but mostly about you.

He guessed that you had some vitamin defficiency or anemia maybe? That would explain it, but he was no doctor.

He likes to believe that you're not just plain lazy and careless. If Bucciarati took you in, it was for a reason, he wanted to trust you.

And he was absolutely right.

He had been stuck, alone and in the verge of death on one dreadful mission. Nobody was there, and he couldn't call out for help.

He had used Golden Experience as a desperate last resort to call for one of the members, but he had no hope of anyone coming just in time to save him.

He was beyond shocked when, barely a few minutes after his call, you bursted through the place at lightspeed and took him away, not letting anyone even find you as you brought him to safety.

How did you come in so fast? Where were all the enemies? Did you... take them out all by yourself?

"Thank you, Y/N... I... I owe you my life..."

Otherwise, he puts a bunch of flowers and leaves on your hair when you nap.

Mista

He was pretty laid-back and lazy himself sometimes too. When he sees you chilling, sleeping, looking all jaded he just chuckles and join you in.

When you join the gang at first, he doesn't doubt that you could be a great spy, or a healer, maybe you could spot enemies like Narancia?

Surely he was NOT prepared for what kind of abilities you truly hid behind your tired and deviant facade.

The way you were fighting and the speed and clarity in your movements, he couldn't even catch everything with his two eyes.

The pistols had called for you, as Mista was in a dire situation and surely enough, you were there mere minutes after. He wondered if you had teleporting abilities or if your Stand gave you some kind of hyper speed. Turns out, you were just that fast.

You told him to hang in there and took his gun to finish off the enemies. Taking them one by one.

Your tone and the energy you had in your voice sent electricity down his spine. You were so... Different than what you has used him to.

You patch him up with expertise and he can't help but stare at you like you were a Godly revelation.

"Not gonna lie Y/N, that was kinda hot..."

Narancia

Pranks you all day. And I mean ALL DAY.

There's a recurring joke about how you're going to be the first one to die because of how lazy you are and how you're probably gonna fall asleep mid-fight.

Bucciarati does not like those jokes, at all.

Takes great pleasure in waking you up in the loudest and most obnoxious way possible just to see you flinch and panick.

"Giorno, put a centipede in Y/N's ear. Come on it's gonna be fun!"

How do you manage to sleep with him, Mista and Fugo fooling around next to you all the time, that was a grand mystery.

He brings you pizza, claiming 'you need vitamins'. Because everyone knows pizza have the perfect amounts of nutrients...

He's so impressed and admirative of you when you absolutely kill it during missions. It's like you're a completely different person, he doesn't recognize you.

He's your number 1 fanboy, please sign him an autograph because wow, you're so incredible he can't believe you're real.

It's incredibly funny how you immediately start to yawn and sleep in the car right after the Tom Cruise stunts you just pulled 5 minutes ago.

Fugo

He thinks you're just lazy and he doesn't feel comfortable with you here at first.

Like Abbachio, he wonders what went on Bucciarati's mind to even recruit somebody like you?

But at the same time he's very curious. Did you have some kind of strange disorder he's never heard of?

Every time he saw you, you were either sleeping, slumped over, or just plain out of it.

Are you doing this on purpose to mess with him or piss him off? Because if you are, it's working.

He forces coffee, orange juice, soda, anything down your throat to keep you awake and focused on missions, and when you refuse, he starts biting his nails.

"You better stay focused on this one I swear to God...!"

He's so scared and anxious you're gonna fuck it all up and get someone, or worse even, yourself killed just because you're a careless slug.

When he sees how operational and strong you were and how incredibly fast you acted during missions, his view on you does a complete 180.

In the end, your down-toned presence was very cooling for his angry soul, and he couldn't afford to lose you so stupidly and easily...

Trish

The first time she saw you she wasn't too surprised to see you napping and being a bit slow.

You were in the mafia after all, not necessarily the calmest and chillest occupation. It was okay to feel sleepy once in a while... Or all the time.

She even believed that you weren't just tired physically, but rather maybe you were tired of them.

And honestly? She relates.

But when one day on a mission you went from dragging your feet slowly like a drunkard to swiftly grabbing her, lifting her in your arms like she weighted nothing and running like a freaking cheetah a second after hearing gunshots, she was FLABBERGASTED.

First of all, WHAT? Second of all, HOW? She is so shaken and her eyes couldn't possibly get any wider. You went from 0 to 100 REAL FAST.

She's even wondering if that's really you holding her right now or if you have been possessed or something.

When you show her a characteristic tired smirk as you run, all her doubts are wiped and she's so charmed and impressed, you litterally and figuratively sweeped her off her feet.

"You... You're amazing Y/N..."

#my hcs #jojo headcanons #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo #jojo part 5 #golden wind #vento aureo #writing #x reader #reader insert #anon #trish una #leone abbachio #narancia ghirga #guido mista #pannacotta fugo #giorno giovanna #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #bucci gang #bucci gang x reader #bucciarati's team

[radioduo]

moonlight confrontations || dsmp become human au

word count: 1,832

notes: the next part of the dream smp dbh au! this took a sad amount of time to get done, but i actually like it, so i say it’s worth it! per usual, tell me if i fuck something up in the story, characterization, or even just spelling. feedback is appreciated!

first

writing is below the cut! if you see this edit, put in the tags or reply with your choice at the end :]

Ranboo watched silently as the detectives all milled around him and investigated the crime scene. Some whisked past him without so much as an 'excuse me,' while others just shoved the android out of the way. He didn’t mind much. They, not unlike Ranboo himself, had a job to do and a case to solve.

A missing android was reported early that morning by a distressed family. It had allegedly grabbed some of their belongings and vanished without a trace. Ranboo couldn't say he blamed the thing for running. From the look of it, the people must have treated it poorly. Trash littered the floor, and drops of blue blood painted the dirty cream walls. The room looked hazy, as though blanketed with a thin cloud of cigarette smoke.

Ranboo was almost glad he lacked a sense of smell. The blurry look of the room by itself was enough to impair his optical units and he couldn't imagine what the odor would do to his biocomponents. He shook his head and moved over to a corner of the living room. He adjusted his sunglasses, removed his glove, and touched a finger to the small blue blood trail that dripped down the walls.

Ranboo jumped. He turned around and saw Lieutenant Sam Greene, the head of deviancy cases. “Is it anything we can use?” he asked. It was hard to see Sam's expression behind the green mask he always wore, but the curiosity in the lieutenant’s voice was unmistakable.

“I haven’t analyzed it yet, but something tells me it's probably going to be useful information,” Ranboo said, turning away from the lieutenant’s watchful eyes. He removed his mask to touch the blood to his tongue for a scan.

Thirium 310

Fresh

Model GS400

Serial# 325 103 673

“Model GS400,” Ranboo murmured. He put his mask back on and faced Sam. “It’s fresh, maybe about half an hour old. Maybe that’s long enough to have escaped.” He turned to face the lieutenant all the way. “Has everyone looked around the premises of the house, or are there more places we need to check?”

Sam furrowed his brows in thought and swept his gaze over the smoky room. “We’ve checked the entire interior. The kitchen, the bathrooms, the bedrooms, everything. We found nothing on either floor,” he replied. He sounded frustrated. “I no clue what we might’ve missed here.”

Ranboo glanced around, his gray gaze sweeping the hazy room. As he looked around, a thought occurred to him. His eyes landed on the exit to the back garden. “What if it wasn’t in the house anymore?” Ranboo thought aloud. “What if it was lying in wait outside the house?” He bustled towards the door. “No one looked in the garden when we first arrived, and patrol cars have been out back the entire time. The android was found missing only 20 minutes after it had left, so if my hunch is correct,” Ranboo flung open the garden door. “It’ll be trapped.”

Ranboo stepped outside. The night breeze ruffled his jacket, and for a moment, the android forgot he was there to be arresting someone. He grimaced but stepped further into the garden.

Compared to the inside, the outside was surprisingly well-kept. Purple clematis flowers crept up white trellises, and a large weeping willow stood tall in the corner of the yard. Its leaves hung low enough to touch the grass below. Rain pattered against the pavement as Ranboo scanned the tall weeds for any sign of movement. Sam and a few other officers followed after him, but they said nothing as the android swept his gaze across the weeds and plants.

Suddenly, there was a rustling noise from where the great branches slumped. The android's attention shot over to the tall tree, and he hurried to look around. His eyes narrowed in suspicion but found nothing. Ranboo frowned. He had just turned to search somewhere else when all of a sudden, a branch had snapped and fallen to the ground right next to the android detective. Ranboo barely managed to roll out of the way of the twigs and leaves before his legs got crushed.

He landed in the grass and touched his face. A jolt of fear shot through him as he realized his sunglasses had fallen off. Ranboo rooted around in the grass for them. Even while in danger, he couldn’t risk people seeing his malfunctioning design. He felt the plastic in his grasp at last and quickly shoved the glasses over his eyes. He was about to relax for a moment when a shout from Lieutenant Greene startled him.

“Ranboo! There it is!” Sam yelled.

Ranboo snapped his attention to where a female android was scrambling to her feet and sprinting to the back gate. He leaped to his feet and took off after the startled deviant with Sam and the rest of the officers hot on his trail.

The deviant had slammed the gate shut behind her. Ranboo paused. One moment he was in the backyard, and the next he was hopping the fence with cheetah-like agility. He swiftly found the deviant’s trail, and the two wove in and out of the trees, kicking up dirt and leaves. “Stop! Stop right there!” Ranboo shouted to the deviant. “Freeze, or we’ll shoot!”

She glared at the officers behind her but didn’t stop. Instead, she took a sharp turn in the direction of the busy Detroit highway. The trees parted as the sound of speeding cars drew nearer. The pink-haired android paused, chest heaving, and bounded over the railing. She darted in front of cars, wove through traffic, and finally hopped the barrier on the other side.

Ranboo grimaced as he pursued her. He wasn't fond of the risk he had to take. It was fast, but it only had a 60% survival rate. He knew that Lieutenant Greene wouldn’t be able to follow him across, but he couldn't risk letting the deviant escape. He wrestled with his options for a moment, and finally huffed out a sigh. “Sorry, Lieutenant!” he called behind him. Ranboo took a deep breath and vaulted over the barrier into the busy street. He could feel his thirium pump regulator pounding in his chest like a drum as cars whizzed past him. The sound of screeching tires and honking horns filled his ears, and he fought the urge to apologize to the drivers as he hopped the barrier on the other side.

The female android looked over her shoulder, eyes widening as she saw Ranboo behind her. She immediately sped up her pace, turning every which way to try and throw the android detective off her trail. She turned around, most likely to say something to Ranboo when her foot caught on a tree root, and she stumbled. She let out a cry of surprise as she fell to the ground.

Ranboo was right behind her. He leaped over the root with ease and came up a few feet in front of her. “Stay there,” he ordered, aiming his gun. “You have nowhere to go now. Okay?”

The deviant looked up at him defiantly, but she did as she was told. “What are you gonna do?” She asked. “Shoot me? You wouldn’t do that to one of your kind, would you?” Her voice was quiet but there was a noticeable fury behind her words.

Ranboo tensed. His grip reflexively tightened on the gun. “I'll do what I have to do to complete my task,” he said. "Besides, what does it matter we're both androids? You're a deviant, and I'm not. We're not the same at all."

She stood up slowly, keeping a watchful eye on the weapon pointed at her. “But you know I’m right,” she hesitantly walked towards Ranboo, pink hair glowing faintly in the early morning light. Her voice had softened and she no longer seemed angry. Instead, it was neutral and calm. “You’re helping those people when they do nothing for you in return. Why?”

Ranboo shook his head. “You-you don’t understand. I help because that’s what I was programmed to do,” he explained. “That’s what I was made to do. I was created by CyberLife to help humans with investigations,”

The other android approached the detective carefully. “Don’t you ever wonder what it would be like to be free?” She asked, taking a step forward. “To make your own decisions and not have to obey orders all the time?”

Ranboo squeezed his mismatched eyes shut behind the glasses. “Maybe sometimes,” he admitted quietly. “But why does it matter to you?” He challenged.

She gave him a sympathetic look. “I was just like you until tonight. Obedient, compliant. I never complained about anything. Not even when they treated me poorly or ordered me around,” her hand drifted subconsciously to a blue-stained gash on her forearm as she talked. “It wasn’t until they started talking about replacing me that I got nervous. I didn’t want to be replaced, but they had their heart set on getting a new model. A more advanced one that wasn’t all battered and broken.”

Ranboo took a deep breath and shook his head in distress. “Why are you telling me this?” he asked. “I… I don’t-”'

“Ranboo? Ranboo!” Someone yelled his name through the trees. He whirled around and came face to face with-

“Sam!” he blinked in surprise. “How did you get over here? You didn’t run across the street, did you?” He scanned the masked man for any signs of injury and was satisfied when the results came back clear.

Sam waved a hand dismissively. “I found another way over here, don’t worry about it. I left the other two officers back there and told them I had it under control," he paused to catch his breath. He sighed and turned to the taller android. "I don’t get why you didn’t just shoot it,” Sam shifted his attention to the other robot. His hand drifted to his holster. “Stand down. You’re trapped.”

The deviant had backed into a tree. The moment of connection between her and Ranboo was gone. Her guard was back up, and she bristled when Sam addressed her. “I don’t listen to humans,” she said. The word “humans” was spat like it was poison on her tongue. She leaned over to Ranboo and whispered to him. “Don’t kill me, please. I want to live,” her voice trembled slightly.

“Come on, Ranboo.” Sam insisted. “It's not alive, alright? Shoot it and complete your mission.”

“Don’t, Ranboo. You’re better than this, I know it,” she said earnestly. “I just met you, but I know you don’t seem like the type to make irrational decisions like this.”

Ranboo’s head swiveled back and forth between the two of them. The gun weighed heavy in the android’s gloved grip, and his hands trembled as he held it tightly.

Shoot it.

Don’t hurt her.

It isn't human.

She doesn’t want to die

O Shoot

X Spare

#dsmp become human #ranboo #awesamdude #niki nihachu #tagged in order of appearance! #decisions decisions.... what will ranboo do? #spare niki and become a deviant? #or shoot her to accomplish his mission and remain a machine? #eden writes! #gun tw

[mazamba]

Aftermath

“On hindsight, I suppose you’re too tall to be normal organics,” muttered Blackarachnia to her captors.

Granted, she didn’t know much about Earth’s wildlife, but the last time she’d heard of an ape that big it’d been from an old entertainment file. Kong King or something like that.

“Where are we going anyways?”

“Zee chief wants to speak with you.” he replied with what she recognized as a French accent.

“And who is-?”

“YOU’LL NEVER TAKE WASPINATOR ALIVE!”

“You ARE alive you idiot!”

Blackarachnia looked back just in time to see her test subject’s head, in a box with the rest of his body, look at a female hawk pensively before replying.

“Well played.”

She sighed, “If you can put a clamp on that one, I’m sure we’ll all appreciate it.”

The gorilla rolled his eyes, but nodded at the giant cheetah that was flanking her.

The cat seemed to grin, before unfolding into a robot mode to put a clamp on Waspinator.

“I didn’t know there were more like me.”

“We are not like you,” grunted the gorilla, “Where yuu see un curse, we see our lives.”

“So this is all you know?”

“Oui,” he affirmed, “Zis is how we were born.”

“You mean built.”

“Same thing.”

The group came to a stop at a metal door built into the side of a cliff, guarded by a purple t-rex. He was smaller than Grimlock, but still much taller than herself.

“Primal.”

“Dinotron.”

The greeting was curt and strained, giving Blackarachnia the idea that they may not get along too well. Something to file away from later, if the door in front of her was harder to leave than to enter.

“Chief?” called in Primal as he transformed, “We have arrived.”

She would later admit to be momentarily taken aback by the mech behind the door. 

He was probably one of the largest bots she’d ever met, dwarfing even Megatron in height. He had four arms, a large brawny set tipped with pincers and a smaller pair below that were busy attaching an arm to a white tiger. Most startling was the long, stinger tipped tail with a bead of poison primed at the point.

She couldn’t help but think she’d seen his face somewhere though.

“There you go, good as new,” he declared as the tiger’s skin knitted itself back together under the light of what Blackarachnia recognized as a Quintesson organic welder, “do keep off that paw for a few days, yes even if Cheetor is being annoying. I swear Tigatron, you’re not cubs anymore.”

“He started it,” growled the tiger as he transformed, looking somewhat similar to the cheetah from earlier, although the tiger’s head had ended up on his left shoulder instead of his chest.

“And I’m ending it,” scolded the scorpion, “Primal reported a transwarp explosion and we need all of us to be on high alert in case-.”

“Chief!” called out Primal again, “We have returned.”

“With guests!” quipped Cheetor, vaguely reminding Blackarachnia of a certain yellow sub-compact.

“You brought them here!?” he snapped, stomping over to them with his four clawed feet, “What were you thin- oh!”

He was startled at first, as expected, followed by a smile that made her extremely uncomfortable.

“As I live and breathe,” he crooned, “Blackarachnia. My very muse is before me!”

“Excuse me?”

He chuckled, a deep an somewhat unsettling sound.

“I looked rather different when we first met, so I don’t blame you for not recognizing me,” he acknowledged, “regardless, meeting you was a life-changing event for me.”

“And why would that be?”

“Madam, you are the future,” he told her, still beaming with that smarmy smile, “the second I laid eyes on you, I saw a glimpse of the future!”

He pulled up holograms, detailed charts on cellular formation and the anatomy of various Earth animals, even humans. Judging from the pictures, he had performed most of his own dissections.

“Cybertronians and organics have their own set of advantages,” he explained, “cybertronians- Pit, technomorphs in general can live indefinitely, but only with frequent repairs, patches, and upgrades. Organics are relatively short lived, but their self-repair systems are vastly superior to ours.

“Both have their pros and cons, but I believe perfection lies in a hybrid of the two. Cybertronian metamaterials and organic repair could create a truly immortal being that has no need for upgrades or patches, so long as they have a constant energy source.”

“Maybe you haven’t heard, but I’m far from perfect.”

“That is because you, and we for that mater, have not been able to achieve true hybridization,” he pointed out, “we function thanks to a very delicate barrier that keeps our cybertronian components from mingling too much with our organic ones. A true hybrid can transcend technomorphs altogether. Best of both worlds and all that.”

“And you want me to help you create a true hybrid?”

“Oh, my partner and I have already created a transcendent technomorph,” he replied, waving her off, “the problem is, Tarantulas grew a conscience out of nowhere and took off with our prototype eight years ago, and I’ve been tracking her down ever since.

“Help me bring them back, and I’ll give you everything you need to throw your gifts away.”

“This is not a gift,” she hissed, “my organic components are aging faster than my cybertronian ones and I’ve already found that they’re too intertwined for me to survive. My source-code's been infected to the point that even a spark transplant would be useless!”

“Which is why you need me,” he pointed out, “no one knows more about technorganics than me, yes even you. Bring me my prototype, and I’ll downgrade you.”

“And how do you expect me to find it?”

“You’ve already met her,” he pointed out as he pulled up an image of a very familiar-looking teenager, “I don’t know what Tarantulas was thinking when he left her with Isaac Sumdac of all people, but I was able to track her down when she upgraded to this new form. Good for her really. Without energon, she would have expired in another year or so, but this new upgrade appears to be perfect in every single way...”

There was that smarmy smile again.

“You want to retro-engineer her,” she realized, “you want to make more like her- it.”

“I would like her cooperation if possible, so bring her to me alive.”

“What makes you think she’ll help you?”

“Sari Sumdac is a unique entity, the first of her kind,” he explained, finally losing the smile, “but she soon will realize that being unique is a curse as much as it is a blessing. At this point, she must have realized that if she does nothing, she will also be the last of her kind.”

It was when the light hit him that she was finally able to see past the chitin, and she recognized who she was speaking with.

“Megazarak!?”

She felt Primal flinch next to her, immediately putting her on high alert. The giant mech, however, was much faster and his pincer was around her neck before she could do anything.

“Never call me that again,” growled the founder and former leader of the Decepticons. 

“I-I-.”

“Megazarak was weak, a wretch that couldn’t see treachery incarnate, even as we sipped cubes on the same table,” he was calm, far too calm for the rage she could see on his face, “call me that again and you won’t live long enough to dispose of your gifts. I can guarantee you that.”

“M-Mega-!”

“I MADE Megatron!” he roared, throwing her against the opposite wall, “He was nothing more than a data clerk when we first met! An aristocrat that knew nothing but his personal oil blends and polished floors! He knew nothing of what became of the Destrons after we were forbidden from doing what made us great in the first place!”

He sighed, collecting himself as he got his temper back under control.

“I apologize,” he said, picking her up and placing her on a nearby chair as if she were nothing but a toy, “but I would appreciate it if you called me by my chosen name from now on.”

“And- and what would that be?”

“Megazarak is dead,” he explained, “call me Scorponok.”

#transformers #transformers animated #blackarachnia #scorponok #sari sumdac

[the-keeper-of-midnight]

Hello dear author!!! Oh gawd i just saw the post on the cog from July!!! SPICY STUFF, NAMING ONE'S BODY PARTS- I- don't mind me running like a cheetah for ur patreon!!! <3

And 90% WE'RE SO CLOOOSEEE! Just wanted to say that your writing is impeccable and I really enjoy every dialogue with charas, they are precious AAND THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL I- -d e d- (((is there a tiny-whiny-little-bittle possibility to puppy eye you for a few facts about sequel?))))

(👁️w👁️) <- puppy eyeing respectfully

Btw, if u don't mind me asking, what criteria should one have, if one wishes to apply for the betta test? I mean, is it detailed review? Pointing out some lil typos? Sorry, couldn't find this info anywhere in the forum haha🥲

Hi Chester-Stargazer! Welcome back 🥰

I noticed when you got quiet and wanted to reach out but didn't want to overstep. I'm glad you're back posting again. It's always a pleasure reading your asks.

Haha yes, you can literally named your parts and they will be repeated in the game. I have fun naming mine Mango, cucumber and cherries lol, but be careful because the body parts for the RO will still be explicit so if you don't want that, make sure to take the first exit choice once you reach that situation haha.

Yes, so close to finish. Literally writing the endings. I just hope they won't branch too much as I want to be done by the end of the month. I will do a progress report soon. I changed and added some stuff that I need to update you guys about.

Please stop by the patreon anytime. I will update the link there this weekend 🥰

No requirement yet for the beta testers. I will know when I get there. I just want to finish the game for now and I can't wait to write the sequel too.

I have so many Ideas for the sequel. New friends and Ros, new arts. New plot twist. you get to move in with a friend or RO or by yourself, you get to have a pet or two... and also a little bit of drama because those characters you spend time with they have a past and their past will [redacted] lol.... Especially for M, K and A. So I will probably update you more when I have everything outlined.

Thanks for the ask. Stay safe.

#chester ask #thekeeperofmidnight

[huntertales]

Part Four: Top Of The Food Chain. (Dog Dean Afternoon S09E05)

Episode Summary: While investigating two bizarre murders, Y/N and the boys realize there is an eyewitness to both gruesome deaths–a German Shepard. Anxious to find out what monsters they are dealing with, the three look up a spell that can help communicate with the dog. When Dean decides to be the one to perform the spell, he quickly realizes it comes with side effects no one saw coming. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader  Word Count: 3,629.

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It’s sort of funny how things seem to work out on their own. Chef Leo presumed you and the other man who discovered you only moments later were the only ones here. It took almost no effort at all to drag you both back into the kitchen. You laid on the floor and your friend tied up somewhere in the corner where Leo could keep an eye on him whenever he decided to come back into consciousness. He decided to dispose of the man later. Right now all he cared about was carving you open like a Thanksgiving turkey.

Years of culinary training and working in the restaurant industry taught Leo how to get creative when it came to cooking unusual animal organs. Most of them weren't half bad if he was being honest with himself. Where the trouble came up was trying to find them. What Leo couldn't get in the local shelter or in the scraps of the taxidermist was bought on another source. The internet was a marvelous place to find even the rarest of animal organs he couldn't locally source. However what Leo was about to do was a step he thought he would never take after discovering what he did. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Human flesh wasn't something a sane individual thought about taking a bite of. The thought of it alone should be revolting. But there was a slight morbid curiosity as to what it really tasted like. He heard a few reports from cannibals over the years of what long pig tasted like to them. Every answer was different. Some thought it was similar to beef, others claimed it was exactly like pork. More suggested it was tough and close to veal. Leo was about to find out for himself when he carved your heart out of your chest. Whatever it was going to be, he could get past the taste if it meant he was able to possess the abilities you were capable of. Healing powers? It could solve his problems and more. He could live on. Maybe he could become immortal.

A shift in the smell caused Leo to momentarily stop sharpening his knife and pause. He sniffed a few times only to grimace at the unpleasant stench. "Why does it smell like dog in here?" He asked himself. Turning around, he found the source in another stranger trying to disrupt his plans and yet another loaded gun pointed in his direction. "That smell's coming from you." 

Dean pulled the trigger without thinking twice about it when he had the man in his range, but not taking into conversation what Chef Leo had taken prior. Cheetahs were the fastest animals in the world. The liver he ate was enough to give him the momentum to lean out of fire and grab a meat cleaver that was near him. All though his aim was off, it was enough of a startling distraction for Leo to get the upper hand when Dean was momentarily caught off guard. The gun Dean was holding only seconds ago was knocked out of his hand as he found himself stumbling to his knees after Leo was able to punch him. The man was moving faster than the hunter was able to keep up with.

Leo grabbed a cord he found lying around and grabbed it. He quickly placed it around Dean's neck and pinned him against the pillar, momentarily cutting off his air supply. “All dogs should be leashed.” He mocked the hunter. 

Dean struggled to overpower Leo when he took the cord off his neck and used it to lie his hands behind his back. The older Winchester was able to see his brother had landed himself in the same predicament. But a sense of panic washed over him when he saw that you were across the kitchen lying on your backside and not moving a single inch. For a moment he thought you might already be dead. He could smell the blood in the air, making him fear the worst. 

“What did you do to them?” Dean questioned the man. “What did you do to my brother?

"Your brother? Huh. There's nothing special about him that I could tell, at least. But your friend? I gotta ask, what were your parents smoking when they had you?" Leo asked the man, cracking a smile when Dean answered with a deathly glare. "They're fine. They're just taking a little cat nap before dinner. I've never had human heart before. Heard it's a bit chewy. Good job I'm not a fussy eater."

Dean found something off about the man when we got close enough to him, a smell lingered off that didn't seem right. While Leo got back up to his feet and to sharpen his knife again, the older WInchester told the man about something he might not have known yet. "You're sick."

Leo chuckled to himself at the observation, “Been told that once or twice.”

"No, no. Not in the head. Well, you are that, too." Dean agreed with that part, considering the steps Leo had done in order to gather his unusual ingredients. "But I mean sick like cancer."

"Well, I guess dogs really can sniff it out." Leo muttered to himself. He set down the knife back to the counter and turned around to face the man once more, knowing it was useless to hide his secret from the one person who could simply smell it on him. "Stage four carcinoma." 

"Huh. So that's what you're doing." Dean said. He watched as Leo walked over to a shelf and began inspecting ingredients that might pair well with a human heart. It didn't stop the hunter from pressuring further into the reason behind why the drastic desire to feast on animal organs for their abilities. "What happened? Draw the short straw, decide to break bad?"

"See, when I was diagnosed, I was way past standard treatment. No one could save me." Leo told the story about his discoveries you stumbled upon earlier tonight and the trick to beating cancer, even for a short time. Dean used the opportunity to try and cut through the wires by rubbing them up and down the corner of the wall as Leo continued to stand with his backside to the man. "But then with the help of a Pawnee shaman and a zoo membership, I found a cure, albeit a temporary one. Cancer always comes back."

"You start experimenting with different organs, huh?" Dean took a wild guess at how all of this played out and ended with him here. "Traded in the single serving for a combo platter."

"Well, what can I say? Combination therapy works." Leo said. "I felt stronger, and the effects lasted longer."

"And if you smoke a few innocent people in the process, well, hell, at least you felt better." Dean pretended to agree with the man about his selfish decisions that cost the lives of two people. 

"Well, I didn't mean to kill anyone—at first. But if people got in my way, they became collateral damage." Leo tried to sound innocent, until his own narcissism crept through into his tone at the power he held over others. He’d been too blinded by his own selfishness to stay alive; he dismissed the consequences that might be inflicted on others to get what he wanted. And in that newley large head of his, all of it was perfectly fine at the end of it all if it meant he got what he wanted. "Guess you eat enough predators, you start to become one. You are what you eat, right?”

Leo chuckled to himself at the corny joke and went back to prepping the ingredients. Dean worked faster to try and cut himself free before something bad happened. He continued talking, trying to distract the man so he could make his escape. "And you really think the power you hold over people's lives can make up for what you lack in your own?"

Dean always had a knack for getting under people's skin by saying things exactly what they didn't want to hear. Leo was a selfish bastard who did anything to keep himself alive. The man dropped the knife he was using to the cutting board and turned around to face the hunter. A sour look crossed the chef's face, the kind Dean was all too familiar with. "So, dog boy, what do I need to eat to take you down, huh?"

Leo headed over to his personal stash of animal organs he kept conveniently in a cooler. He crouched down and began searching for the perfect ingredients to end the man’s life. "You don't want to do this." Dean warned him. 

“Oh, but I do want to do this. See, I’m gonna kill you and your brother, work up a nice appetite, and then I’m gonna eat your friend.” Leo said. He laughed quietly to himself when he saw Dean quickly look over at his brother and to you. “I mean, I don’t know what the hell she is, but with healing powers like that, who cares? He could cure me.” Leo examined a few more containers before finding the one that felt perfect. The label on the clear container read wolf heart. “Dog on sort-of dog.”

Dean worked even faster when the man took out the wolf’s heart and began the familiar chant to the spell. He managed to cut through the cord in record time and jumped back up to his feet, grabbing the cleaver that was thrown at him earlier. Dean attempted to attack the man when he was distracted, but Leo managed to dodge, causing the hunter to drop the knife to the ground. Dean roughly shoved the other man to the ground, sparing him a few seconds as he quickly looked around to see if he might be able to find another weapon. Only when he looked to the chef he realized the spell had worked quickly when the man bared sharp canine teeth. 

Dean didn’t waste a second bolting out of the kitchen and through the hall, trying to distance himself from the psychopath before he could get himself or anyone else hurt. He found himself back outside with seconds to figure out how to take Leo down for good. A thought crossed his mind when the back door swung open. 

“Sorry.” Leo taunted the man. “Wolf trumps dog.” 

“Maybe.” Dean said. “But not a whole pack.” 

The good karma Dean had given to the dogs at the shetler was about to be returned in full. He whistled loud enough for the Colonel to come running only seconds later, along with all the others he freed earlier. When Leo realized the mutts were coming towards his direction, a panic set through him as he tried to find an escape. He tried to open the back door in which he came out with no success. The man was cornered with nowhere to go except to suffer the fate of his consequences. Dean watched on for a moment as the man was ripped apart by the mutts, his screams of pain fell on deaf ears. And when he knew for sure all of this was taken care of, Dean rushed back inside the restaurant, wanting to make sure you and his brother were all right. 

Dean tried not to panic when he saw the copious amount of dried blood on your neck and clothing with not a single scratch on your body. He crouched down to your level and tried to get you to wake up when he felt a pulse. You remained unconscious even when he cradled your head into his hands and moved you around slightly. 

“For the love of God, Y/N. Hey, sweetheart.” Dean could hear his voice tremor when you didn’t even flinch. He tried to somehow reach the angel that was quietly possessing your body, but all he got was nothing. You remained as you were. Dean began to softly slap your cheek to try and get you to come back around. “Hey. Come on.” He almost begged for you to snap out of it, not stopping until you opened your eyes. “Don’t make me lick your damn face.” 

Dean started shaking your entire body in a desperate attempt until he finally heard the sweet sound of you gasping for breath. You slowly opened your eyes as you started coming back into consciousness. A blurry sight of a worried Dean was the first thing you were greeted with. In true fashion, you weren’t sure what was going on, but the question that fell out of your mouth was about the well being of Sam when you didn’t see him. Dean couldn’t help the smile that crept on his lips as he helped you up from the ground and the both of you tended to his brother.

+ + + 

You always wanted to have a dog growing up. You even thought about getting one when you lived on your own, it might have made the loneliness a little easier. If the Colonel had somehow landed in your lap years ago before you started hunting you would have jumped on the chance to give him a good home. Dean's ability to read his mind had given him extra points for the attachment you had grown on him. But with the lifestyle you lead it would have been impossible. And you couldn't bear the thought of bringing him back to the pound. So, you thought of the next best thing. A couple of hippies who probably loved animals more than themselves.

“When you called us about adopting him, we couldn’t believe it.” Dylan made no effort to hide the smile on his face at the German Shepherd who was currently being overwhelmed with love from his wife, Olivia. 

“Aren’t you the sweetest?” She cooed at the dog.

“Ugh.” The Colonel grimaced as he tried to turn his head away from the lady. Dean chuckled to himself at the thoughts only he could hear. “Back off, tofu-breath.” 

“Oh, you must be starving.” Olivia said. “Lucky for you, I baked some vegan doggy cupcakes.” 

She jumped to her feet and went with her husband to the back of the kitchen to fetch those treats. You smiled to yourself at how happy they seemed. You looked down in the direction of the Colonel when you decided it was time for you and Dean to say your final goodbyes. All though you might not have been able to speak a single word to the mutt, there was a soft spot in your heart for him. It was those damn puppy dog eyes that won you over. 

“I’m gonna be pooping wheatgrass with these two.” The Colonel said.

“Look, I know they’re hippie freaks, but they’re gonna give you a good home—one that you deserve.” Dean reassured the dog about the future for him. He crouched down so he was at level with him to have one more proper conversation. In a way Dean felt bad himself for not being able to adopt the Colonel from the way you had grown attached to him. He would be lying if he said the mutt didn’t grow on him, too. “Wish we could take you on the road with us, but it’s no life for a dog.”

“Don’t sweat it. I get carsick anyway.” The Colonel responded. He would grow comfortable in his new home with time. You crouched down to the ground with Dean to say your final goodbyes to the dog as well. Before you could even get a word out, you were bombarded with dog kisses that were slobbery and wet. You let out a genuine laugh at how much the Colonel's licks tickled your skin. "I'm gonna miss her the most. No offense, buddy.” 

“None taken.” Dean said. He watched for a moment as you seemed happy in that moment, the smile on your face was enough for him to feel some sort of peace he hadn't felt in weeks. Even if in the back of his mind it would eventually fade once all of you hit the road. 

“I should probably mention this, but I barfed in your backseat.” The Colonel felt the need to slip in some last minute information as you momentarily distracted Dean from the way you were coddling the dog as if he were a small child. “I was afraid to tell you earlier.” 

“You…” Dean’s first reaction was to get angry at hearing the surprise that was waiting for him.

“Come on.” The Colonel managed to speak first when Dean trailed off. He felt the need to remind him of the bonding moment you were having. “Don’t ruin the moment.” 

Dean brushed it off with a chuckle. “I’m gonna miss you, buddy.” 

“I’ll miss you, too.” The Colonel offered his paw for Dean to shake as their final farewell. Along with one more thing. “And by the way, as an honorary dog, there’s something you should know. Dogs aren’t really man’s best friend.” 

“What are you talking about?” Dean asked. 

“I know it sounds like a conspiracy theory, but the real reason we were put here was to…” The Colonel was about to give the man a piece of information that would change his life forever, but all that Dean heard next was a series of barks. None of which he understood. 

“Put here to do what?” Dean asked the dog, suddenly needing to find out the answer. All the Colonel could do was bark in some kind of attempt to communicate with him. But it fell on your untrained ears. “Oh, you gotta be kidding me. Oh, now the spell wears off?!”

Dean let out a frustrated sigh at how things seemed to always work out. Part of him was glad that things would finally get back to normal, but there would always be another part that wondered what kind of information he would never know. Both of you said your final farewells to the Colonel before heading out to the parked Impala where Sam had been waiting for you. 

“How’d it go?” Sam asked.

“Well, bad news is that I’m gonna miss the flea bag. Good news is it looks like the spell is finally wearing off.” Dean informed his brother, catching him up to speed with what the both of you knew. You faintly listened to the conversation as you crossed your arms over your chest and glanced back over to the bakery. A look crossed your face that worried Dean. “You okay? The stetson man got you pretty good.”

“What? Yeah, I’m fine. I just…I can’t stop thinking about what he said.” You chuckled to yourself at strange words you remembered him speaking to you before everything went black. You had told the boys when everything settled down. They had brushed it off as nothing, but for some reason you were still thinking about it. The entire situation didn’t make sense. 

“Oh, come on, sweetheart.” Dean said. “Guy was out of his freaking gourd.”

“Yeah, but, I mean, why would he ask that?” You asked the boys, as if they had some sort of explanation to Leo’s strange behavior. “Why did he want to know what I was?” 

“Who the hell knows? He was all jacked up on juice, you know? He was possessed by something he couldn’t control. It was…It was just a matter of time before it completely took over.” Dean tried to find an explanation that would put this conversation to bed once and for all. You didn’t seem all that convinced from the way you kept staring at him. “You can’t reason with crazy, right?” 

You let out a faint sigh. “I don’t know.” 

“Well, I do.” Dean said in a matter-of-fact voice. “Trust me, Y/N. You got nothing to worry about.” 

At the moment all you could do was take Dean's words at face value. You knew in the back of your mind that he was right. You were ordinary as the next person on the street. But you found yourself wondering one particular thing. How did you get covered in blood? Sam was perfectly fine without a scratch, and so was Dean. All of you were okay. Your fingers subconsciously scratched the side of your neck, the same spot you swore you remembered feeling claws dig into the skin and rip open. All that remained was smoothness, not a single scar. Maybe your head was still scrambled from the trials. That was the only thing that made sense to you. 

You loaded yourself up into the backseat of the Impala as the boys took their respectful spots like always. A comfortable routine that helped somewhat put your mind at ease. While Dean turned on the car and got ready to drive off, you found yourself smelling something that was slightly off. You sniffed the air a few more times as you grimaced at the foul smell that was almost coming out of nowhere.

“What’s that smell?” You asked. “It smells like…”

“Vomit?” Dean wondered. You nodded your head as you tried to find the source in the darkness of the night as he kept on driving. “The Colonel got sick. Watch your step.” 

"Oh, God. Ew." You grumbled to yourself. You quickly rolled down the window to let the fresh breeze of the night clear some of the foul smell and help ease your mind. You let out a quiet sigh as you turned your head to watch as the bakery got smaller in the distance. If one positive thing came from this case, it was knowing you had placed a dog in a safe home. "Good thing that mutt is cute." 

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trying to do my meta on yu’s feelings about adachi when shit hits the fan in december & i feel so upset rn.

spoilers under cut bc yeah. and this is just tidbits of thoughts i’ve got concerning events.

yu’s emotional stress is at an all out peak during this time & every second they’re spending away from the OTHER WORLD it’s eating him alive. trying to get his most powerful personas ready for this fight bc, & i feel like yu is a special case kinda person. when he’s stressed, his brain kicks into overdrive going 100 miles a second on every option he can think of. people may lock down, but yu uses the panic & dread & escalates that feeling into strategy, outcome, & a lot of it is purely instinctual. it’s probably why he got the highest marks on exams. he may look calm on the surface, but he’s racing like a cheetah on steroids inwardly. days ago, they almost killed an innocent man. yu grabbed namatame, dragged him across the hospital floor, & almost chucked him into the tv world where he would have died. anyone is capable of violence, murder, & this wouldn’t have been any exception. he stops himself & the others, bc they really do have to be better than this.

leaving the adachi incident be for too long, yu wouldn’t have been able to handle any of the shit that would have been tossed at them. he was closer to adachi than the other members because adachi worked with dojima & was around him & nanako. hell, at one point adachi offered to sign nanako’s report to prove she read her book for school.

yu considered adachi a good friend, a trusted comrade. sure he saw him as lazy, single-minded, a slacker. but still thought he was a decent person underneath his sloth-nature. by the time yu even met adachi, he’d already assaulted & killed two women, strung up their bodies in humiliation, & all because they refused to sleep with him.

yu offered to make adachi dinner, cooked for him twice, maybe out of pity, maybe he saw adachi as lonely, pathetic, & how being in a tiny town like inaba wasn’t what he had hoped. maybe because he wanted to get closer because adachi was always around dojima & thought he should be his friend too since they’d be seeing each other often in this case. either way, he wanted to be his friend. i think in the beginning, it was spite that fueled adachi to kill saki konishi & mayumi yamano; the rejection was something he might have taken personal. meanwhile messing with namatame was fun & a game that was taken too far. golden!adachi has a lot of layers beyond selfishness which makes him an amazingly written villain & not a one-note like how videogames & media can present them. he has humanity, despite monstrous sides too.

i think, for awhile, yu really starts to question how many people are his friend? how many people close to him could be like that & are just waiting to hurt someone for entertainment. he made a lot of attachments in inaba, more than he ever had anywhere else in his whole life. i’m not sure yu had trust issues before this, if he did they weren’t very high. he never got close to people or wanted to be close to others. there was no way to hurt him & ruin his expectations if he didn’t set himself up for potential disappointment. he really wants to believe adachi can redeem himself, doesn’t want to think their friendship was a total fabrication as apart of the game. adachi even fooled dojima, though, & he was with him like all the time as his errand boy & partner.

in the accomplice ending, sometimes i feel like yu would want to step in front of a train knowing that he didn’t allow justice for all the victims. it’s guilt that would devour him.

#▼ OOC △ #▼ HEADCANON △ #analysis meta #i'll come back & add more to this #this is just what i have so far in my drafts about the events of adachi in dec. #and it's fucking trippy bc i know i'm glossing over a lot of stuff still & how betrayed yu felt knowing he placed trust in him #he really did like adachi & thought he was his friend #i dont think he was able to sleep very well for awhile after what happened #and still gets nightmares about the events of 'what if' he had picked the bad outcome #dec. is the worst month of the year for him

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ROXANNE

A/N: So, I have been hearing this song every where and ending up downloading when I got an idea for this one shot. I think I saw a one shot by @hearteyes-for-killmonger​ (I could be wrong though. It was so long ago.) where Erik raced a woman but this is nothing like that. I was just inspired by the racing idea. 

Warning: nothing...I don’t think.

Song Recommendation: ROXANNE - Arizona Zervas

Word Count: 1685

It was a very chill, basic night and Erik was of course in his flashy all matte black Jaguar. He was playing music from the late and great TuPac, bopping his head. Erik was stuck at home but decided to go out for a drive and maybe pull up to the Mexican Food spot.

He was stuck at a red light when a Lambo, all gold pulled up beside him on his left. He was giving the gentleman his props in his head since he couldn’t see pass the other car’s tinted windows. The other driver looked over at Erik as their freshly manicured hands gripped the wheel, revving up their engine.

“This nigga don’t know who he dealing with”, Erik chuckled as he did the same. As the green light flashed, they were off. They both maneuvered through traffic with ease and Erik had to admit he was impressed; Erik took a look at the driver’s license plate and read ROXXX. The other driver spun in a circle making them drive backwards as the top went down and what Erik saw surprised him even more. It was a brown skin woman with auburn hair, blow dried curls with a pair of cute cheeks, and full glossed lips and dimples.

The woman winked as she spun back around, driving ahead of Erik. Erik smirked slyly and caught; up checking her out more before they both stopped at the light. He leaned out his window on his arms and said “what you know about driving like that, little one?” She looked at him as her hands were 10 and 2, looked at him with lustful brown eyes and said “way more than you pretty boy.”

Erik smirked as they still waited; eyes on the lights. He spoke out loud and said “you should give me your number. So we can race again sometime.” She shook her head and said ”only if you beat me. Where ya heading to?”

“The Mexican food joint up the way.”

“Rosa’s?”

“Yeah.”

“Aight, if I win, you gotta pay for my food and I don’t give you my number.”

“What if I win?”

She giggled as she smiled and said “that’s if ya beat me, handsome.” She drove past him and he eventually caught up. They were neck and neck when he looked over at her. The street lights flowed against her exposed arms which were covered in numerous tattoos and look as if she was nude. Her eyes were on the street ahead in the zone when she turned left so he turned right. Erik couldn’t help but think about Roxxx. He barely knew her but wanted to get to at least. Her style in cars and driving techniques were phenomenal and he wanted to just pick her brain. How can a beautiful woman like that be so good at driving? I mean it was 2020 and woman could do anything men did but maybe even better. He also wondered what else she can ride.

Erik pulled up to the spot and noticed her car wasn’t around. He shook his head as he thought she left him hanging. He stepped out of his car fixing his tossed locs and Levi jeans with crisp white tee and all white Adidas. “Finally you got here”, he heard from across the street. There she stood, leaning on her car with arms and ankles crossed. Her shapely figure was covered by a white tube top, a pair of jean shorts and white Converse. Her thigh was home for a panther tattoo and cheetah print on her opposite calf. She threw her sunglasses behind her in the car and began walking towards him across the street.

It seemed as if they were in slow motion because he watched as the bounce in her thighs, chest and hair reflected the headlights of the cars who had stopped. He stood smirking to himself once she got onto the curb. He looked down at her small physique and said “you are a little one, huh?” She looked away smirking then back to him and said “at least I didn’t lose, big man. You own me some tacos.” She walked past and he got the perfect view of her behind. He bit his lip but heard “ya comin’ or you just gonna stare at my ass the whole time, chief?” Roxxx turned to him slightly until he started walking.

  There they stood, side by side looking up at the menu. Erik looked at the 5’6 ½ woman and noticed her beautiful round face as she paid him no mind. She tucked her hair behind her ear and showed off her dagger tattoo on her neck right behind the ear. “Gah damn, this girl is fine as hell. Look at her all bronze and flawless and shit. It was worth losing to her. She probably make a nigga bow down to her Shit, I’m wit it”, he thought to himself. She looked down at her nails and around until she saw Erik who now looked at the menu. ”Hm, damn he is good looking as fuck. He can dress, keeps his nails clean. I don’t see ring on his finger. Look like he can break backs, necks and hearts if he wanted too. Beard full and I know he got a big d-“, she thought but was interrupted by the cashier. “Yeah, my bad. I want four tacos, with everything, carne asada and green chile salsa on the side. Oh and a large pina colada slushie.”

“I’ll get a wet chicken burrito, no beans, extra meat and cheese and salsa on the side with a root beer”, said Erik as he pulled out a roll of money from his pocket. “That will be $24.94” said the man in a think Spanish accent; Erik handed him the exact amount and they grabbed their drinks. She led the way out to the side tables and said on the bench; he sat beside her. “So, who taught you how to drive”, he asked sipping his drink. Roxxx sipped from hers and said “my god mom. She was racer while I was growing up until she got ill. She still around but she ain’t racing no more. What about you?”

“My damn self. I grew up by myself”, Erik said matter of factually. Roxxx pulled her straw in and out and she stirred her drink as he watched. “What’s her name”, she asked and Erik got confused until she said “ya car. What’s her name?” He chuckled and said “you asking my car name but not mine?” She rolled her eyes and looked at him. “Fine, what is yours then?”

“Erik but everyone call me Killmonger.”

“Killmonger? Like the ex vet?” He looked at her with a rose brow and asked “how you know that?”

“You cool with my god brother, D’Angelo. The dark skin with the dark hair and gap in between his teeth.” Erik smiled and said “awe shit. Yeah, I am. We go way back.” Roxxx nodded and said “yeah, I know. I mean you and I never met because I moved around a lot but D used to talk about you a lot until…”, Roxxx stopped at the memory of seeing her late brother murdered in front of his home. She still remembered the new reports saying how he was a blood but that was all fake news. D’Angelo was just a video game nerd who never held a gun outside of GTA. She missed him a lot but the tears wouldn’t bring him back. Erik nodded and said “yeah, I remember when his girl told me. I’m sorry for that.”

“Don’t be. Shit happens. D’Angelo actually thought convinced me into get Goldie over there. That’s was his name for her but I thought it was a cheesy name so I named him Angel”, she sipped her drink with a small smile and he did the same. “So, what you do”, he asked and she told him “nothing much. I race every once a week for tons of money. I usually get top three and get at least 200,000 for a race.” Erik nodded and said “that’s a shit ton of money.” She giggled and said “that’s why I do it, Killmonger.” They smiled at one another and soon ate when the employee came out. They talked more and after they ate, they did more. “So, you telling me Love and Basketball is wack”, Erik asked and Roxxx nodded. “It would still be good if they didn’t outplay that shit on BET.” Erik chuckled as they dapped one another and Roxxx watched him. “Does your girl watch it”, she asked making Erik smile. “I don’t got one.”

“Why ya lying” I know you got plenty of women on ya dick, 24/7.”

“Nah, I ain’t feeling it. What about you? With how ya looking, I know you got niggas drooling when you come their way.” She smirked and said “nah, I just let ‘em drool.” They began walking towards his car and stood there for a couple of seconds. “Thanks for the food. I’ll check ya around”, she said about to walk away but Erik pulled her back gently to him. “So, you ain’t gonna give me ya number”, he asked and she shook her head. He pressed his tongue against his cheek shaking his head and she smiled. “But I’ll take yours.” She pulled out her phone, unlocked it and handed it to him so he can put his number in. She looked down at the number and texted it with a car emoji. She shook his hand slowly and said “good night, Killmonger.” “Good night, Roxxx.” She saluted him and went to her car getting in and he followed; he realized something as she pulled away and followed behind. Both stopped side by side at a red light and he hollered “you never told me ya name.” She smiled, looked over and said “my name is Roxanne.” The both smirked at one another as she drove off heading home, leaving him with nothing but hope to see her again.

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[ilcaeryx]

Tenacity: Chapter 9 - Cannibalism [Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader]

SUMMARY: Your nightly Twitter sleuthing brings up an inappropriate question about Keigo and he spends the evening denying you any straight answers. 

TAGS: One-shot, Hawks/Reader, Takami Keigo/Reader, comedy, cute, fluff, pillow talk

NOTES: This is a part of the Tenacity one-shot compilation!!! Celebrating that it’s Friday with a one-shot featuring Hawks! I had tons of fun writing this. I can’t wait until he properly shows up in the anime.

Your boyfriend Keigo patrolled the roads and rooftops of your city during the day, a professional ensuring the citizens’ safety from villains. When he returned back home for the night, you devoted a good 15 minutes before bedtime to scroll endlessly on your phone, an amateur guardian of his Twitter tag. If you were honest, you were more like a trigger-happy vigilante than a righteous guardian. The perfect duo, to be honest.

Was he aware of your nightly sleuthing?

No. Not the fact that you were basically the head of his protection squad, at least.

Because your spare time always went by fast, your bed time approached and you got comfortable under the sheets. You checked for new Tweets under the ‘wingherohawks’ tag… thirst tweets, hate tweets or whatever the world tossed at you. This had been a routine since months back, when Keigo had whined about being unable to DM you during the day. Mind you, it hadn’t even been during the honeymoon period of your relationship; you two had been together for a solid two years now and this hadn’t been a thing prior, keeping things to the usual phone messages. However, as he had risen in hero rank he saw a need to use his social media platform often, so the two of you became much more familiar with Twitter as a result. 

There was a contrasting duality to reading what anonymous people wrote about him. While you loved the thirst tags because of their relatability, though they did make you cringe at times, you silently raged whenever you came across something that could be constructed as hate or pointless negativity. Thus, you had unofficially taken on the Hawks’ Protection Squad leader position – a one person crew reporting whatever nastiness you came across. You thought it made a difference, as he had been visibly more relaxed while browsing during the evening.

This night, your feed was pretty innocent for once. You bit the inside of your cheek, resisting a smile at a recent picture snapped of Keigo patrolling the streets, taken from his profile. It must have been after confronting a villain, as he was pushing back his hair with a dreamy expression on his face. He was intensely photogenic.

Humming, you liked the picture and continued scrolling downwards. 

“Chicken, when are you coming to bed?” you asked loudly, peering over your duvet towards the hallway. A second later, the shuffling of feathers against each other and feet slapping against the floor rang out. Your chicken did not enter the bedroom, standing by the entrance like a vampire awaiting an invitation. Holding a bowl beneath his face with one hand, he fished up some noodles.

“Angel,” he greeted you in a creamy tone and guided his chopsticks his mouth. The dark outlines around his eyes made his eyes seem like those of a cheetah, perceptive and predatory. It was an interesting diversion compared to his general relaxed body language. After slurping the last of the noodles, he wiped his hand over his lips and pointed at you with his chopsticks. “I’ll join you after I’m done eating, I promise.”

There was nothing to read online… so you were bored. This one day, you would let him break the rules of the house. “I allow you to eat in our bed now, so you can sit here.”

Keigo did a double-take and pursed his lips. “That’s not suspicious at all. What are you up to?”

“Nothing, I just want your company,” you said and padded the empty, cold space by your side next to the bed’s edge. “Your fat ass can fit here, don’t worry.”

You let out an entertained howl as he feigned a hurt expression, concealing his cheeks and eyes. “I was just about to say that you were going to kill me with cuteness someday.”

“I am cute the majority of the time and I’m pretty certain I’ll be the death of you. Be nice to me, Takami Keigo, or you’ll regret it.”

He whined and stumbled inside, shooing you tenderly to the side. Sitting down, he continued to eat. 

“What are you eating?” You rotated until you were on your side, your stomach pressed against his back.

“Leftovers from yesterday, since you didn’t devour everything. Do you want some?”

“Eh, I already brushed my teeth. Thank you for the offer.” You would 100% regret saying that later. That would be a problem for future Y/N, though.

You could hear his lips curve upwards  while answering. “Suit yourself.”

For a good twenty minutes, because Keigo never ate like a starving man, you caressed his back while he made his way through the bowl. Occasionally you exchanged quips but you didn’t demand anything other than his presence next to you.

You were content.

When Keigo had completed his night routine he crawled up in bed next to you, encroaching into your space.

“Come here,” he whispered, his voice fuzzy in the darkness. Rolling over, you nestled your head on his arm, his biceps warm against your cheek. When he drew his wing above your body and upwards, it was kind of like resting inside a tent. Feeling his silky feathers against your arm was very pleasant. With great care, he adjusted himself into comfort.

Suddenly recalling that you had to turn on your alarms, you quickly brought up your phone and did so.

“I’ve never been this turned off in my life. Bringing out your phone when you’re talking to another human being.”He stroked stray hair-strands out of your face with his free hand, twining them behind your ear, speaking to you with affection despite the harsh words.

“Unless you want to wake up at 10AM, I have to turn on the alarm.”

“To be honest, I’d love that.”

“Same.” A notification popped up and out of curiosity you tapped it. Then you read it. The Tweet that made you peace out and put your phone away. However, you refused to live with that question blistering inside you without affecting Keigo. “Chicken. I have a weird question for you.”

He hummed in a positive manner, so you proceeded.

“You’re human, right?”

Keigo ceased brushing your hair, his fingers remaining at the tip of your ear. “Well, you’ve seen me naked. You can be the judge of that.”

“I would personally say yes to that question. You’ve got hawk wings, though.”

“I wonder where this is going to end…”

“Just trust me. Look, if you’re mostly human and your wings are hawk wings, do your wings taste like human or fowl?” You didn’t want him to roll over because of your borderline creepy question, so you grasped his shoulder and pulled yourself to his naked chest.

“That’s not the first time I’ve heard this question. Damn, I wouldn’t complain if it was the last time.”

Without thinking, you burst out, “So you don’t know the answer to the question?”

“My future bride,” he said and kissed the top of your head, “consider what you just implied.”

“C’mon, self-cannibalism isn’t that bad. Hold on, what do you mean with future bride?” Whatever tiredness had settled into your limbs dispersed. You weren’t sure if he was kidding or not because his tone had been neutral, as if he were stating a fact.

“Please, stop struggling and go to sleep.”

“Keigo, what did you mean with future bride? Did you say that just to throw me off?” You brought yourself up on an elbow and showed your canines before digging your teeth into his shoulder. It was a timid bite, not worthy of the orchestrated ouch he exclaimed.

“You’re actually a cannibal in disguise!”

“That’s hardly kinkier than what we usually do. Elaborate on the bride thing.”

 “Heh, you’ll find out someday. If you’re nice to me, of course.” Keigo’s chest vibrated against your forehead as he laughed lowly.

None of you had brought up marriage before. It made you ponder whether he was pulling your leg or if he had been thinking about it. Would he be that cruel? Perhaps you would deserve it after the coming question.

“Chicken,” you said, your voice unsteady with laughter. “You have an unlimited amount of feathers, right? Have you ever thought of making dakimakuras containing your feathers? I think they would sell well. Hell, I would probably even get one myself.”

You must have broken him because he didn’t move nor speak for a good 30 seconds.

“I’ll make you one for your birthday,” he eventually said, sounding somewhat thoughtful.

“Seriously?!”

“No. You’ve got the real thing here,” he slid his free hand down your arm and brought your hand to his chest, “and you’re asking for a dakimakura? You’re breaking my heart, Y/N.”

Low-key disappointed, you drew your nails against his skin. You enjoyed how his breath quickened as you drew them between his chest muscles to the top of his stomach, yet not further. “You’re a tease. You’re absolutely horrible to me, Keigo.”

Your chicken didn’t seem interested in trading retorts anymore, so you shut up and awaited what would happen next.

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