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cloveroctobers · 1 month

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KILLING ME — DANTE TORRES: [Spring Prompts]

A/N: idk just looking at how pretty Dante’s eyes are always reminds me of spring. I’m still annoyed with the direction they took him in a few episodes ago and that comes into play here for reader :) this is a contrast to my previous spring piece on Dante but it’s nice to switch things up no? Also happy first day of spring ⭐️🌾!!!

WARNINGS: Language + angst ofc!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE + I’m using: 10. “Somewhere over the rainbow, I give a fuck.”

˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀˚˙⊹⁺.

The house is too quiet for your liking, which is why you usually have your attention on something else to fill up the white noise. You’re just getting off FaceTime since your parents (who were a few hours behind in time difference) started busting out into some soul train moves—you were just relieved neither of them pulled a hamstring—when there’s pounding at your door.

Sighing, you place your night time skincare routine down on the counter and exit the bathroom upstairs and down the steps across the hall, which lead downstairs to the main floor. As you made your way through the home towards the front door, you’re not entirely sure who could be outside at this time of the night. You just got home from your good friend’s charcuterie board birthday party (which was actually in January but they decided to go live in Ireland with their situationship turned fiancé) and was not up for company.

Peeking out the window around the corner that shows the side view of the front stoop, you exhale at the side profile of the familiar face. Yanking the curtains back into place, you make your way over and unlock the door.

“Dante,” you state as he welcomes himself inside, “I didn’t get a text you were coming over.”

He blinks, which he does a lot when he’s tired or his mind is racing, “yeah, sorry about that. I just assumed you’d be up.”

“Uh huh,” you cross your arms, “I was just getting unready…you alright?”

Dante lifts his shoulders, “why wouldn’t I be?”

You stare at him and reply, “I don’t know…you hardly ever show up here without a text or call and I think I know you pretty well so…how was work? Something go down?”

Dante needs to keep his hands busy, so he’s pulling off his puffer coat and tossing it on the two-seat sofa against that side window you just peeked out of. He hates that you sense that something is up but he doesn’t want the focus to be on him, although he appreciates the sentiment deep down.

“Sorry,” he apologizes again while you sigh and wave your hands upwards, silently announcing that you were heading back upstairs, “…you just get in?”

You’re leading the way back up the first set of stairs and make your way over to the master bathroom. Dante leans in the doorway as you go about your business, headband keeping your hair out of your face, wristbands on to catch the water that always tends to race down your forearms, and just watches you as you take your time.

You were a little tipsy from your good friend’s sangria’s, you preferred white over red since the red tended to have you swaying a bit more but you pulled it together with lots of water despite your tongue still feeling tingly.

“Yes,” you say after awhile of washing your face that Dante wondered if you would ever say anything, “I went to that party Seán was throwing. Remember? I asked you weeks ago if you wanted to go but work came up.”

Dante dipped his head at the mention of your old college friend. Seán was a character and always spoke his mind, picking up on the vibe between you two before anything ever transpired. You and Dante were the typical high school friends that were always around each other while also getting into some mess and had your share of hard upbringings.

You were there through Juvi and after, (although he desperately tried to push you away once he joined that gang and he thought once you went off to college in Indiana, that it would be easier to no longer be friends. Ha!) which seemed like nothing could break your bond. At times it felt like that’s exactly what people wanted but these challenges held no weight against the storm of you two.

“Right, so how was it? Get into trouble?” He inquires, resting his head against the door frame.

You snorted as you glanced over at Dante, “I could ask you the same thing.”

Dante smirked, “fine then, spare me the details.”

“You’re welcome.” You smile as you return to your work, “…did you eat?”

Dante raises his brows with amusement in his voice, “do you honestly think I’m going to turn down any food if I did?”

“Fat ass,” you muttered, dodging the jab Dante sent at your hip, “I’m just saying if you plan on staying the night, I don’t want you reporting back to mom in the morning that I lack hospitality.”

Dante rolls his eyes as you start brushing your teeth, “Ma knows you won’t ever do me wrong…so I’m gonna raid that fridge while you finish up.”

Giving the thumbs up, Dante leaves you be as he heads back down stairs letting his thoughts hit him again. He’s not sure how long he’s had the fridge open, just staring in it until you’re sneaking underneath his arm to pull out the aluminum pan for him and hand it over.

Taking a seat at the opposite side of the island, you watch as Dante moves almost in autopilot, going through your cabinets for a plate, drawers for utensils, and into the microwave for a late night dinner. He slides the plate onto the island and leans his body against it, fork pushing around the little leftovers you made for the party, which was a hit so you knew something was up.

Tapping your fingertips against your cheek you press, “Tay…you’re killing me here. What’s up?”

His green eyes flick to yours briefly before they’re back down on the plate, “Nothing—

“I feel like you’re lying though, just to be honest.” Your eyes are in slits as you let the irony slip through your lips.

Dante snickers at this, “that’s funny.”

“Yeah well sure,” you answer, “but don’t try and deflect! We’re each other’s person and we’re supposed to be able to tell each other things and I don’t feel like you’re holding up your end.”

Dante frowns, “since when?”

“Since now,” your words are instant as you chase his eyes, “at exactly 11:18pm.”

Dante decides to finally put some food into his mouth and takes his time chewing. “…what if I say it’s work stuff?”

“Then okay.” You exhale, “Just tell me what you can if it’s bothering you so much.”

Dante is quiet, which isn’t unusual but it’s the way he’s quiet this time; to the point it’s so loud like your home often is. “I can’t tell you about the case but I can say it reminds me of past times…and it’s bringing out a side of me that I thought I buried.”

That statement alone makes it feel like the temperature inside of your home went cold just like the spring weather dropping outside. When Dante made the decision to get involved in the CPD, you weren’t exactly thrilled just like Mama Catalina but you supported the purpose Dante had. You were aware this career path resulted from his upbringing, you were right there to witness most of it (even being in the crossfire a few times) but you always knew there would be cases that could trigger old habits.

Perhaps they weren’t old habits after all.

“Most things can’t stay buried…they eventually come back to the surface based on situations you’re in, no?” You speak, which is exactly why you didn’t want Dante to work in that field, however he always saw it from a different perspective.

It was a power trip in a sense and you weren’t sure if this was the right way to go although you understood, which you voiced but the thing about Dante is he’ll always be persistent.

Dante stares at you, “guess I didn’t bury it enough but I can’t be ashamed of anything if it’ll get me somewhere.”

“Well where exactly are you trying to get?” You quiz, brows furrowed.

Dante is back to playing with his food, “I’m just trying to solve the case.”

“You expect me to believe that’s all this is?” It’s your turn to lean your elbows on the counter, “when I know it isn’t so, be real with me here.”

Dante runs a hand over his buzzed head overwhelmed, “I don’t know how or if I should even say this to you.”

“Why?” You’re confused and it’s when Dante blinks his stare back at you, you read him quite well, “oh…it’s a woman.”

“I—

You’re filling in the gaps, “And she reminds you of everything back home.”

Dante’s analyzing your face now but you don’t give anything away. He doesn’t have to say anything yet because you’re putting the pieces together pretty quickly. It was extraordinary work, really.

“You connect with her.” You breathe, “…What’s her story?”

He says your name in warning but you fan your hand about.

“I know it’s confidential but quick notes wouldn’t hurt.” You pry.

Dante knows there’s only two people in his life that he can trust and that’s his Ma and you. So in short, he gives you the quick run down of him meeting a woman while undercover who’s also involved in the drug dealing business with her abusive husband.

“And I crossed a line that I don’t think I can come back from.” He whispers to you as you nod.

You swallow as you casually say, “like what? Sleeping with her?”

When Dante doesn’t respond you cough out some laughter, “oh wow…I might actually be drunk because did you just confirm in that Dante way that you had sex with Mrs. Cartel?”

He wasn’t sure how you figured that out.

“…it just happened.”

“Well I don’t know about you but I didn’t just let myself fall on your dick a couple of times.” You rant, “and you and I? Don’t just let things happen.”

Dante widens his eyes at your bluntness and starts to figure that maybe he should have continued keeping this to himself. “I don’t know what you want me to say here. You wanted me to spill and I did.”

Gold star for Dante everyone!

“You’re right because I figured it was eating away at you the moment you walked through my door at ten o’clock at night but it was all because you were eating away at someone else.” The passive aggression was coming in a bit, you acknowledge that with a wince.

You wouldn’t admit it out loud but you were feeling a way about it—as if that wasn’t obvious. Of course you and Dante had your intimate moments but it was him who didn’t want to continue because he felt like he couldn’t give you the love you deserve then. Which you strongly disagreed with but why fight for something that felt one-sided? Dante’s always had a rebellious streak but the intention was never to use or break your heart which is why he had to put an end to that aspect of your friendship.

These are just things you bury right? Most friends can’t come back from taking that step but if you don’t have a genuine friendship as the foundation of a relationship, how do you expect to get through anything?

“Why are you giving me shit right now?” Dante tightened his jaw, “why can’t you just be my friend and listen?!”

Scoffing you say, “you didn’t come here for me to listen and give advice because Dante Torres is always going to do whatever the hell he wants! you came here for comfort because you made that choice to slip back into the dark and I’m realizing hearing the bits you just told me, that I can’t give that to you. Not tonight.”

And it wasn’t in terms of anything sexual. When Dante stood on something, he wouldn’t change his mind. He knew he loved you but he also knew he wasn’t capable of giving more to you and the moment you wouldn’t accept that, he vowed that he wouldn’t take advantage of your heart any longer when you felt so strong about what you could be romantically.

You’re kicking yourself because you knew you should have been prepared for this. It was certainly a possibility that Dante could have met someone on the job but not like this! Seán pushed for you to go on dates and although you knew you had a lot to offer, it still stung sometimes. Most of those dates didn’t measure up, except for that older guy on the SWAT team (what was it with you falling for the law enforcement?!) who was divorced and also unsure about the dating scene that you didn’t mind laughing and texting with from time to time.

Dante didn’t approve and you noticed how his eyes tightened at the corners whenever you brought up the older man but you brushed that off as Dante simply being protective. How silly of you to think otherwise!

It also wasn’t your job to figure out Dante’s demons for him but you still loved him anyway.

“…Are you mad at me?”

“I’m D. For all the above!” You throw your hands up in the air, “I can’t believe—actually I can but you chose me to tell instead of Atwater or Ruzek?”

Dante shrugs his shoulders, “they’re not you…and I expected—I don’t know what I expected with you.”

“I’m not your mother, Tay. I’m not gonna hold you to my chest and tell you it’s all going to be okay when it probably won’t. Everything is unpredictable with that kind of danger! It sounds like you’re going down the wrong road with that one and I know you see that now so I can’t.” You step down from the barstool.

Dante is frowning now, hating how you were taking this screw up so personal. You shouldn’t be involved. He was good at holding everything in but not when it came to you. And Dante couldn’t even lie and say it was an ego thing either, he wasn’t like that, he respected you too much but Gloria had his head spinning.

He let her in and that can be his own downfall.

“What do you mean?” He moves with you.

You sigh, “it means that I’m not ready to listen to you get taken advantage of by someone that feels normal. Your Version of normal. I’m no therapist, just some nerdy chemist but it sounds like you’re trying to find an escape in her because it’ll help you to keep burying everything you won’t resolve.”

He’s shaking his head at you not wanting to believe any of that, “It’s just my job that I’m handling? and i get that I had a weak moment…I shouldn’t have told you and wouldn’t have told you if it has you acting like this. The last thing I want is you taking this to heart.” Dante grips your wrist, scanning your face which is not hiding anything now.

Your face burns and you use your other hand to massage the space in between your brows, “well sorry, Somewhere over the rainbow, I give a fuck. I can play poker face for awhile but the truth is I’m not over you and to hear that it took a case for you to move on—

“Wait, hold on.” Dante’s eyes are a dark mossy green now , “You’re acting like I’m telling you that I’m running away with her to elope or something and that’s not it.”

“She’s married so,” the response is sarcastic as you’re ready to walk off but Dante pulls you back to grip both sides of your face so you meet his gaze, “it still meant something.”

He wasn’t so sure but he didn’t want to pick your brain further on that in fear that he’ll upset you more. Dante just knew it wasn’t love like you may have thought…it was just a case that he needed to solve and never planned to take it that far.

Dante sighs and wraps his arms over your shoulders, pulling you against his body, pressing the sides of your heads together, “I fucked up and didn’t think, once with her and twice with telling you, knowing our past which is most important to me. You don’t have to worry about any of it, I’m not going anywhere and won’t ever leave you behind.”

It is possible that both you and Dante maybe in too deep and killing each other slowly over time with these unresolved feelings. The push and pull that’s always lingering and the avoidance definitely holds some weight but both of you didn’t ever imagine giving this up.

That’s just not what this relationship required.

You muffled, “…are you staying?”

Now knowing or having a feeling of what Dante was dealing with, you didn’t feel comfortable letting him leave to ride the streets alone—although there was no doubt he can handle himself—you felt better if he stayed.

“I don’t know if I should.”

“Well,” you sniffed as you pulled back, “you know where your room is if you decide to.”

Tonight Dante hates to watch you walk away from him so he softly calls out to you again as you halt on the back stairs, “Goodnight.”

He wants to tell you that he loves you at the end, which you’re already aware of but it hangs on his tongue unsaid. Dante knows it wouldn’t make you feel any better and wouldn’t erase your frustrations so, he’s content staying in the room not far from yours, keeping you company—even if it had to be at a distance for the night.

˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀˚˙⊹⁺.

Continue with my spring anthology prompts here.

#Spotify #queued #chicago pd #chicago pd x reader #dante torres #Dante Torres x reader #benjamin levy aguilar #spring prompts

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koipepo · 1 year

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What are all your favourite ships whether they are canon or not, from books, from movies, from tv shows, anything really. And also the reason you like them.

💀ooooo you're enabling me dear. Permission to ramble the hell out:

-Ramsay/Theon from GOT:

i draw them not as often these days but i still fantasize think of them in daily basis. it's insane how much acid, toxic chemistry these two have. i don't think anything could rival this ship, not in intensity not in fuckery, not in anything. A Phenomenon.

Ramsay is every deep fear and insecurites of Theon personified and realized-seeing him broken, mended and used to the whim of such insidious man is just hrrhghhh *goosebumbs* yet there's also a genuine fucked up intimacy between them. they're like onion man, so many layers and stinky but savory <333

Usually in other ships, there are still possibility of switching between the top and bottom character which i HATE but in thramsay, that's out of window. the complete dominance, the mindfuck + mindgame, the violence (both sexual and psychical), the SHAME and GUILT... there are a lot of feminine/afab fears to be found in thramsay at least in my opinion, and in many ways made it quite cathartic to explore them in male characters . also Ramsay is HOT as shit

-Peter B. Parker x Miles Morales from Spiderverse:

i had the biggest brainworm of them in secret years ago, but yeah. Super cute ship, with a huge helping of taboo too because mentor/student and underage character ahoy!😂 i always aged Miles up when shipping him with Peter B just bc i don't like the look of underage characters but that doesn't stop antis from raging. Miles is so fucking cute and i love how much he looks up at Peter B... and also how Peter B looks out for Miles so much even when he usually acts like a slob 🥺🥺

-Zuko x Aang from ATLA

Soulmates™. it's canon that their fates are wholly intertwined and coupled with them being enemies at first, it's super easy to fall in love with this ship. i love that Aang has always put a lot of hope and trust in Zuko even when they are enemies, and i also love that Zuko slowly warms up to the airbender's affection and how that makes him a better person in return. they better each other, you know?

like with Peter B./Miles, i aged up Aang when i ship him with Zuko because Aang looks SO good when he's older and his older-self is underutilized imo. i know fandom's unanimous pretty boy is Zuko but i love Aang's cute, airy vibe much more.

-Ogata x Sugimoto from Golden Kamuy

this one is a little complicated.

i love them, in my head, alone in my little corner(waiting for Sugimoto to catch Ogata after his bullet-to-the-head shenanigans was a magnificent time) but i couldn't stand how the fandom sees Ogata. i never empathized with his backstory and his murders; in fact i didn't pay attention to his history at all, but to my surprise it was all that the fandom focused on 😅

since i love Sugimoto more than Ogata and that i think he's quite underappreciated in the fandom, it got tiring seeing only Ogata everywhere in my timeline/dashboard. Coupled with having to accidentally seeing SugiOga art all the time, it just got uncomfortable for me... thus i left with heavy heart (；′⌒`)

-Bakugou x Deku from BNHA

i don't follow BNHA anymore but i still love seeing BakuDeku art pops out from time to time. that said, i don't like Bakugou as much as i used to. i think i got tired of his animosity or at least acrid behavior towards Deku, and his relatively glacier character development compared to anything else made me feel dissatisfied. Buuuut i don't mind seeing noncon-dubcon BakuDeku art at all HAHAHA 🔥 Deku is so cute i wanna hug him but also see him being destroyed

Honorable Mention:

Dante x Vergil from DMC (not the reboot!)

Kaneki x Hide from Tokyo Ghoul

Kazuhira Miller x Big Boss from MGS

Steve x Tony from MCU

Kuroo x Daichi from Haikyuu

Beard x Jacket from Hotline Miami

Thanks for asking! It was a lot of fun answering this and browsing my folders to post my older fanart 😆👍

#replies #long post

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casitafallz-a · 1 year

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Decay AU | Ghosts of Casita P1

Dante knew his first night should be easy, he had his own bed, Abuela had read him a story and tucked him in for the night. His ghosts were quiet this far away from the other part of his room but he couldn’t settle. The whispers were quiet and nothing he heard was too scary but he felt…unsafe.

He didn’t like that.

He wanted to go into his Mami’s room and cuddle with her...but Mami wasn’t here. Dante considered maybe going into his Tia’s room or maybe Abuela’s and see if they let him sleep in their bed with them… that would be nice.

Dante pushed his covers off before he pulled his teddy with him before wigging off the bed and padded to the door and poked his head out.

Unlike morning, the spirits seemed to come out a lot at night while the living slept. His cross on his door kept them out but looking around, he could see a few a few spirits fade in and out of the doors of his family. A few he felt were okay but… the rest felt wrong; negative and that wasn’t right.

He had to do something!

His eyes widened in alarm before he hurried over to a draw and pulled out a few wrapped sticks of herbs and incense and a huge canister of salt. It took a moment to find the matches but…he was supposed to have an adult light it.

Dante sighed out shakily, but kept his head down as he padded quickly across the balcony, avoiding the few ghosts on the way until he reached his Bisabuela’s door. Abuela, maybe but he felt compelled to go to his Bisabuela first.

He knocked lightly, waiting anxiously, his eyes glowing blue as he scanned the faces and features of the spirits though they were a lot louder outside now.

The door opened, making him jump a little to see the tired face of Bisabuela looking at him with the candle in hand. She was dressed down into her nightgown but had thrown on her black shawl over the top, her hair that was usually up was loose.

“Dante?” Her tone a little strict, “What are you doing up?”

“The dead people are in your rooms.” Dante spoke up, “they’re really loud and I don’t feel safe…. Can we get them out?” He held up the match box and smudge stick.

Bisabuela stared at him for a long moment, growing a few shades paler at the first part of his sentences.

“D-dead people?”

“Their ghosts. Some are nice but the rest… they’re not as friendly.”

Bisabuela spared a little around, then into her room cautiously, “All of our rooms?”

“Si.” He ducked under his Abuela’s arm, poking his head in uninvited but he recoiled as he recognised one of the scary ones lurking in the corner, opposite the bed but it gave off a such a putrid vibe that made him want to curl up into a ball and cry. “Bad one! Bad one!” He grabbed Bisabuela’s hand, pulling the 78 out of her room and slammed the door after her.

“Dante!”

“How could you sleep in the room with that?!” Dante sniffled, letting go and began to pout the salt he had across the front of her door, “its evil and the worst one here!”

“Mama? Dante?” Abuela’s tired voice echoed though he didn’t turn to see until he was done to see both his grandparents in their doorway.

“What’s going on?” Abuelo’s voice echoed.

Dante sniffled, wiping his eyes with the palms of his face before he hurried towards Abuela and hugged her legs. “Bad things are here! We got to clean the house!”

“Mama?”

Bisabuela looked uneasy, more so as she looked at her door before straightening up. “Dante, what’s in my room?”

“It a bad man… he-he has a horse with him and a red covered machete and-and… he feels evil! There are a three others like him but he’s the worst!”

If possible, Bisabuela’s face lost all colour before she nodded. “Let’s clean the house. Julieta, can you go and wake the priest?”

Suffice to say, the whole of Casita was awake as Dante led both the priest, Señor Flores and his Bisabuela around; using his gift was growing exhausting, bringing the ghosts into view for the two had been helpful for them to know when the ghosts had left Casita from each room.

Another bad ghost had been in his mother’s room; hanging in the air above her bed in a dark, shapeless mass that he left the priest to shakily exorcize when he had shown it to them. They had yet to get to Bisabuela’s room to tackle that

Camilo hadn’t been for it until Dante pointed out the farmer missing half his face was lurking around his mirrors then he get very enthusiastic for it.

Antonio seemed to happily take all the ghosts of the animals that lingered so Dante just made sure to salt the doorway so nothing bad would enter at the least.

Getting to Dolores’s room and Mariano, Dante poked his head in first, ignoring the waiting couple for his assessment before they could go back to sleep.

He found the ghost under their bed, crawling under though this was a little boy, and looked about two and a half, he looked so cheerful under there. The only disturbing thing was the face his head sat at a off wrong angle.

“Do you see anything?” Mariano asked, yawning.

“Hola.”

The boy’s head turned, confusing at being addressed. ‘what? I’m playing…”

“You can play in my room… you’re not supposed to be in here.”

“I like it here. So quiet.”

“What’s your name?”

The boy shrugged, “Adan.”

Dante wiggled from under the bed and peeked up to the four adults from his froggy stance.

“Adan doesn’t want to leave. He like playing with his toys in here.” Dante explained, idly tugging on the rug’s carpet threads “he’s not a bad one. It’s just nice and quiet under there.”

“Toys…is this one’s a child?” Mariano asked, with an edge of uncertainly as he looked to Dolores

Dante bobbed his head. Dolores looked to her fiancé, talking to him softly before they seemed to come to an agreement.

“He’s fine here tonight but… can you convince him to move tomorrow?”

Dante nodded, yawning as he pushed himself up to his feet and picked up his salt “Tia Pepa’s room next and then yours…then we’re all clear.” Abuela and Abuelo had smudges the entire kitchen, dining room, pantry and cool room and Tio Bruno had already taken to between the walls with his so he liked to think the rest of the house was all covered at this point. Some salt was added to Casita’s doorway. Given Tio Bruno has salt on him at all times and the amount he threw around, there was nothing lurking around his room which seemed to surprise the seer but Dante was pleased.

But two rooms left and then they’d go to bed.

Felix opened the door for them though oddly enough, there was nothing. Abuela’s room had a teenage girl who liked the little kitchen but nothing was a good sign. Maybe the ghosts around here just wasn’t fond of the weather in here or maybe it was Felix’s warm energy that made it hard to feed off Pepa’s erratic one. Bad ghosts were drawn to negativity which, now Dante realised were in the most predominant places; like his Mama’s room and Bisabuela’s.

“There’s nothing in here.”

The relief on both Tia Pepa’s face and Felix’s was evident as he spoke, Tia Pepa’s clouds lightening up and he pulled her hand to kiss softly before he padded out though his nervously eyed Bisabuela’s door with contempt.

“What sort of spirit is this one?” Padre Flores asked, getting out a fresh stick to burn.

“Evil…. Sort of demonic but not a demon.” Dante curled into his Bisabuela’s side. “it feeds and grows on negativity and… and it doesn’t like this family. It hates.”

Bisabuela’s hand came to his shoulder, “Don’t worry, we’ll get rid of it.”

Padre Flores nodded, running a hand cover his bald head before he opened up his bible and began to read out prayers before the door opened and he shrunk away as it’s darkness made itself known; the warm air dropping in temperature though the candle in Bisabuela’s had grew brighter; shimmering a warmth around.

But now it was known, it wasn’t happy about that so it moved as a formless dark mist from it’s corner though it was easy to see inside; what once was a clear view of the bed and window out, it was now obscured by the mist … and the for glowing red eyes that now hovered near the ceiling…

Then there was the distinct sound of hooves scraping along the wooden flooring of Bisabuela’s room

“Dios mios…” Bisabuela breathed in horror.

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ghoulsister1 · 7 months

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🎃SpookTober 31 Days Prompts🎃:

Day 8: Leaves🍂

Dante Sparda x GN!Reader. Fluff. Cosy Autumn Vibes. Raking up the leaves. Leaf pile. Sweet moments with Dante. SpookTober Prompt: Leaves🍂

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☆●~War Of The Leaves~●☆

It's Fall at Devil May Cry and as you are raking up the leaves, Dante decides to have some fun with the neatly piled leaf pile!

October was here! Fall in full bloom and the leaves were falling from the trees in colours of red, yellow and brown in every shade. You loved the leaves and their beautiful Fall colours, the perfect palette for the season.

You saw some of the leaves out on your lawn and decided it's time to rake some of them up. You grabbed your rake and headed out to begin your chore.

Dante called you as your were busy raking. He was at Devil May Cry, keeping an ear out for jobs with Vergil and Nero.

"Hey babe! How are you? Where are you?" Asked Dante, leaning back in his comfy chair at his desk. You chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully.

"I'm at home silly, raking up the leaves" You Replied giggling.

"Raking up the leaves? Why? Come over and I'll order pizza!" Suggested Dante grinning.

"Dante, that money is for the bills" You heard Vergil say in the background through the phone, making you chuckle.

"Vergil, the bills are fine! They can wait!" Groaned Dante with a sigh. You smiled to yourself as you heard the two Sparda brothers go back and forth.

"Tell you what Dante, how about you come over and help me rake the leaves, then we'll order pizza this evening? Sound good?" You Suggested.

"I'll be right over!" Cried Dante with joy.

"But Dante, the phone..." Vergil Began.

"Vergil you're in charge for today!" Declared Dante as you heard movement through the phone.

"Dante!..." Shouted Vergil.

"Nero make sure your Dad doesn't scare off any customer!" Shouted Dante before the call ended. You laughed to yourself at how goofy your scruffy half-demon could be and returned to raking the leaves, waiting for the arrival of your boyfriend.

It wasn't long till you heard the sound of a motorbike tearing up your street and you looked up to see Dante arriving on his motorbike, parking it outside and sauntering over to you as you smirked at him.

"Hey Dante!" You Greeted your scruffy Devil hunter as he made his way over to you. Dante smiled warmly at you.

"Hey babe!" Greeted Dante as he wrapped you in his arms and hugged you. You hugged him back and it was then you noticed his clothing. He was wearing his usual red leather jacket but instead of a shirt, he it was a black turtleneck jumper he wore. It smelled of fabric comforter and you nuzzled your face into his clothed chest.

"Nice jumper" You Remarked and Dante looked at you with a chuckle and the two of you broke away to look at each other.

"Got it yesterday. Thought why not?" Shrugged Dante smiling. You returned the smile and handed him the second rake.

"Well then, let's get to work!" You Smiled and Dante took the rake from your hand.

The two of you raked the leaves together, raking them up into a neat pile in the corner of the lawn. Dante groaned a bit at the chore, making you laugh as he protested at any chance he got.

"Why rake the leaves? Just leave them, the wind will blow them away anyway. Besides, more leaves will fall onto the lawn again!" Groaned Dante as he raked a couple of leaves into the pile. You laughed.

"Come on Dante, I asked you if you wanted to rake the leaves with me and you said yes! So here we are, raking the leaves" You Stated.

"I know I know!" Groaned Dante, stopping to look at the big leaf pile that had formed.

"Hey babe, wanna have some fun?" Asked Dante.

"What kind of fun?" You Asked, raking.

"This" Replied Dante and without warning he just spread his arms out wide and he jumped into the neat leaf pile, sending leaves up in the air and scattering.

"Dante! We just raked those leaves!" You Cried but Dante got up from the pile and grinned.

"Come on, live on the wild side!" Cried Dante and he threw a bunch of leaves at you.

"Dante!" You Cried.

"Aw, what are you gonna do about it?" Teased Dante. You narrowed your eyes and dropped your rake.

"Are you challenging me?" You Asked, smirking.

Dante smirked back.

"Maybe, if you have the guts!" Teased Dante.

You smirked and picked up a bunch of leaves. Then you threw them at Dante, some were wet and stuck to his face.

"Yuck!" Cried Dante and you laughed. Dante and you then engaged in an all out leaf fight. Leaves were thrown here and there, Dante at one point started play fighting with you and you tackled each other with tickles and leaves, eventually both of you landed in the leaf pile with laughter.

"Got you!" Cried Dante, tickling you in the leaf pile.

"No I got you!" You Cried, tickling him back.

"Okay! Okay! Let's call it a draw!" Cried Dante, laughing.

"Alright deal! Deal!" You Cried with laughter.

You both stopped your tickling and you lay together, laughing and panting softly covered in leaves and wet with some damp off the leaves.

"Okay, that was a fun idea Dante" You Spoke, out of breath and smiling. Dante chuckled.

"Told you so" Dante Replied, out of breath but still laughing softly.

Dante looked at the scattered leaves all strewn across the lawn.

"Wanna rake these up?" Asked Dante.

You looked around at all the leaves, but smiled.

"Nah, let's head inside and order that pizza" You Suggested, smiling. Dante's eyes lit up at the mention of "pizza" and grinned.

"For real?" Asked Dante.

"Yeah!" You Answered and the two of you helped each other up outta the leaves and headed back indoors to warm up.

You ordered some pizza and changed into comfy lounge wear and made some delicious orange hot chocolate as you and Dante waited for the pizza to arrive to your door, snuggling up together on the couch and rewatching episodes of Family Guy on the TV.

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#spooktober #spooktober 31 days prompts #spooktober prompts #october #october prompts #writing prompts #writing prompt #31 days of halloween #31 days prompts #dante sparda #devil may cry 5 #prompt 8 leaves

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hedgiwithapen · 7 months

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DHD Prompt: batfam tinies au + tiny kara au, alex and kara meeting tiny cisco and dante

The tines au here Tiny Kara Here

Alex left Kara curled up in the corner of the library. She had fitted herself into one of the big, squashy armchairs with a book thicker than her arm balanced on her lap. Kara's cousin had told them both to pick a book and sit tight. Alex, and the older of the two boys here, had ignored that instruction. She went to check a window.

"It's locked," the older boy said. "From the inside. We can get it open if we need to but no one can get in."

"I was just checking the view," she said, frowning. "How do you know, anyways?"

"It's our grandfather's library, we're here every week. What I want to know is why you're here."

"Superman brought them," the younger boy said. He looked at Alex, and she looked back, meeting Scrutiny with Scrutiny. "I'm Cisco. This is Dante. He gets protective."

"And I bite," Dante said, without blinking.

"I bite too," Alex said easily, taking full advantage of the entire inch and a half she had on Dante. "I'm Alex."

"No biting," Kara said from her chair, twisting to get a better patch of sunlight.

Cisco nodded, going to sit by her and peeking at the book. "That's a good one. Dante's not supposed to bite, either. Unless it's a supervillain."

"Which it almost always is," Dante pointed out.

"Except that they aren't," Cisco said, giving his brother what was probably supposed to be a reproachful look.

"Duh," Alex said. "So why's Superman decide to stash us in Gotham? Isn't literally every other city safer?"

"Every other city doesn't have this house. Or Batman. Or Alfred." Dante scoffed. "It's way safer here than..."

"National City," Kara filled in.

"Huh. Isn't Superman in Metropolis?"

"Sometimes. It depends. "

"on?" Dante fished. Alex shot Kara a look that said 'do not take the bait' and Kara went back to her book.

"On stuff. Why are you hiding in here, Mr I-bite-Supervillains?"

"Because someone has to protect Cisco and your sister."

"Also because he's grounded," Cisco said.

"You bite Lex Luthor on live TV one time..." Dante Grumbled. " and he deserved it."

Alex's eyes widened in delight. "That was you? Kara. Kara that's the--"

Kara beamed. "I thought you looked familiar. My Cousin laughed so hard he almost threw up."

"I once blew up Toyman's robot," Alex tossed in, unwilling to let these boys think they were the only ones to tangle with villains.

Cisco threw himself onto the rug, hugging his sides. Dante Dropped to check on him until he realized that it wasn't a vibe, but laughter. "I saw that! I got into Dick's computer and he had the clip on replay."

Maybe being stuck together, while the adults thought they were handling whatever super-nonsense was going on, wouldn't be the end of the world.

#dammit hedgi day 2023 #Young Justice and Supergirl AU #Cisco Ramon #Kara Danvers #and nothing bad happens to them for sure!

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jazzforthecaptain · 11 months

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Guess who's back on her Fast & Furious bullshit.

Is the new movie good?

I mean, how do you define good? Did I have to suspend disbelief about a lot of things (gravity, friction, inertia, technology, projectiles, the towing capacity of a Dodge Charger, etc.)? Yes. Absolutely. 100% from about 20 minutes into the film.

Was it fun? Fuuuuuck yes.

Did it pass the found family vibe check? For sure. It referenced people I'd almost forgotten about. They pulled the original actors to play all of them. The movie even has a discussion with itself about how quickly and completely people still get pulled into Dom's orbit, which is a great bit.

There's some eyeroll inducing lines - there always are - but this iteration seems more aware of itself than past films, and the writing is better than 8 and 9. Even when someone says something worthy of a comic book font, it matches the tone of the scene. The action sequences are outrageous and the movie knows it. It's fine with it. We live in a world where the heroes discover a massive explosive in the back of their vehicle and nobody even says "WHAT?" This are roads we know.

It's fun. It's a greatest hits review of the good stuff from F&F. Charlize Theron is somehow better in this than she was when she first showed up in the franchise to chew the scenery. John Cena is, frankly, adorable in his role. And Jason Momoa's sheer chaos energy - this man has range. Over the years I've watched him go from Ronon Dex to Conan the Barbarian to Aquaman to Duncan Idaho, but I never expected Dante Reyes. There's so much personality in this character that it escapes into everything he's wearing and driving. Momoa's humor and comedic timing shines. Dante makes a Joker for Dom's Batman and his Justice League of associates, literally assembled out of DC and Marvel actors.

The plot is whatever. It mostly connects, even if it pushes past belief before the first half hour. Did you come here for the plot? This franchise? The one with the car chase against a submarine, against a tank, against a plane? The franchise where a shadowy agency airdrops muscle cars into a combat zone? Where our heroes drive a car out of one high rise and into an adjacent high rise? Where they launched a Fiero into space to ram a satellite and hitchhiked onto the ISS?

I stopped being here for the plot after Fast Five. Honestly I should have given up sooner but what can I say? I'm stubborn. I mean, for a movie where people chase cartoonish bombs through Roman fountains and back cars out of low-flying planes, it's ironic how ultimately safe and predictable the storyline is. But like... it's a pretty satisfying story. It's a bedtime story for a baby Toretto, where the good guys face impossible odds, get framed for something they didn't do, and have to fight their way out of corner after corner with ever-escalating stakes; but where love and community always saves the day, and nobody ever really dies.

So was it good? I feel like that's the wrong question. Was it what I wanted? Yeah. Things suck right now and this was a silly, feel-good treat for myself. It was fun to get dressed up in my Fast & Furious shirt and go to the theater. It reminded me of all the things I love about the franchise and better still, it owns the franchise from start to finish. It doesn't try to be anything else. The Fast & the Furious, Fast & Furious, and Fast Five are always going to be where my heart is. This touched on those vibes without dwelling too long on them. When it hurt, it was a good hurt, and then we got on with things.

#tfatf #i evaded spoilers like Dom in a NOS fueled Charger - we don't know how i did it but i did it

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graftisms · 1 year

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CALLIE & ANGEL — DAY THIRTY

location: night / bathroom / before bedtime

featuring: @dobits

ANGEL

“so where are you sleeping tonight?” too casual not to be joking. his growing smile is partly hidden underneath a goatee of shaving cream, eyes flickering in the reflection of the mirror to find her’s. after a beat, angel slumps a bit, rinses off his foamy razor with a ragged groan. “— i shoulda voted for myself, huh?”

CALLIE

snorting a bit, callie leans forward to spit out her mouthwash. "i was thinking of hitting jude up, actually," she deadpans, standing up straight to meet his eye in the mirror. "thank him for the lunch he made me. it's the least i could do." after a beat, she can't help but laugh. "you didn't vote for yourself, you serious? who did you vote for, then?" feels weird to ask why, but the question is there.

ANGEL

“ew,” he scrunches his nose in disgust at the very thought. “trust me, we don’t wanna be anywhere near jude tonight.” there’s a very real chance a certain blonde is gonna be slipping into his bed at some point. that, or he’ll be rage-pacing, probably’ll try and roll a smoke right there under the covers. “no,” he laughs a little haltingly, razor running over his chin. “i thought voting for us would be… i dunno, like, too much or something. i didn’t wanna put you in a weird spot.” a pause. “who’d you vote for? i voted for char.”

CALLIE

her mind goes to the worst at that, making a face that nearly mirrors his. "ew." it's like an agreement. "is he all bent out of shape about romi and dante?" it's only a little unfair that romi got the hideaway yet again, but it beats maddox and seb. she just hopes romi has a good time this time around. grabbing a makeup wipe, she turns around to face him. "i voted for you," she admits, with a laugh. she likes the way he says us instead of himself. "i didn't really know who else to vote for. i figured dante would get it, though. well, him and jenny." eyes flicker to the door, as if the blonde will appear like bloody mary.

ANGEL

“yeah, i think so.” but not enough to not let himself get distracted, fair play to him. “probably better this way though.” back to the rhythm of rinsing the razor, then dragging it over his skin, then do it all over again. “me?” brow raised surprised, same as the corners of his mouth. “shit, i really shoulda voted for me. be honest, i thought we’d still be okay even if i wasted a vote.” his eyes shoot toward the door, too, would hate for char to hear him word it like that. “well, whatever. what’s the big difference anyway?”

CALLIE

"nah, it's fine," she laughs, idly rubbing off her makeup. it would've been nice to be away from everyone for a night and do something new... but there's no denying that the hideaway is a certain level of seriousness that she's not sure she's ready for yet. "i definitely didn't think you were gonna get it, sorry. my biggest disappointment about it is now you've scared me for what jude is gonna be like tonight. do you think him and jenny are gonna shack up?"

ANGEL

“— wait, you look so goofy.” he snorts at the mascara bleeding around her eyes like a raccoon. one hand reaches out to take her chin while the other slips the phone from his trouser pocket so he can take a pic, fingers smushing her cheeks a bit to maximize goofiness. “i coulda gotten it,” angel defends absently, watching her from the screen of his love island-issued phone. “uhhh, yeah, probably. i mean, they got vibes and they’ve both been dumped, so,” shrugs, just a guess. “i think he’ll try and be discreet about it though.”

CALLIE

"hey!" her attempt to swat him away is half-assed at best, before flipping off the camera in the process, so he gets it in the shot. but she's smiling when he pulls away, rolling her eyes before she faces the mirror once more. god, she looks like shit right now. "jude doesn't know the meaning of the word discreet," she snorts. "if seb and rhys weren't going to be even worse on the daybeds, i'd say let's get out of the bedroom." this entire time she's been waiting to see if he brings up the game btw.

ANGEL

snickering to himself as he swipes through the pics he got of her. “i dunno, i’m holding out hope.” phone back in his pocket and angel’s back to scraping off what little hair’s growing above his upper lip, leaned heavily on the counter with his face close to the mirror. “maybe we can go to the living room or something,” he suggests idly, makes no moves to throw it back to the game just yet. “tight squeeze, but we could make it work.”

CALLIE

"what, and sleep on the couch?" she considers it for a second, but somehow that feels nearly as intimate as the hideaway. it's no whips and chains, but like he said, the couch would be a tight squeeze. "it's fine," she shakes her head. "that's why i have earplugs." nudging him away from the sink, she quickly cleans her face. only when he no longer has a razor against his face does she say, "so, some game tonight, huh?"

ANGEL

"okay," he concedes. would probably argue and bargain more if there weren't such a loud elephant in this bathroom. he leans back against the edge of the counter and wipes away whatever remnants of shaving cream are left on his face with a towel, his eyes on her profile. "you're so not subtle," angel quips warmly, smiling with some measure of wistfulness. "i do wanna talk about it with you. i didn't want it to come up like that, i really shoulda just lied to them."

CALLIE

"i'm not trying to be subtle." flashing him a closed-lip smile, she scoots over to give him the sink, hopping up on the nearby counter. "yeah, i figured." part of her feels a little guilty about it, since it was her question, and it was pretty obvious he didn't want to talk about it in front of the group. but if she hadn't asked it, would it have ever come up? they had just talked about exes earlier today. "i'm glad you didn't lie." not really what she wants to hear.

ANGEL

“i wouldn’t have lied to you,” he clarifies, can imagine the events of the game might’ve made his name more synonymous with the concept now. he just wishes she didn’t have to find that out so publicly, in such an inane way. “it was my last ex,” he starts, aligning himself just in front of her. “we just brought out bad parts of each other. they cheated on me, too.” it sounds like a lot of excuses because it is. he exhales, short and tired. “it was at the very end, it was just once. it’s nothing i’m proud of, y’know. i don’t want you to think that that’s me.”

CALLIE

"i know," she nods, because her instinct is to trust him, even if part of her feels naive for doing so. callie had a feeling it had to do with the ex they were talking about earlier, stomach churning at the familiarity of the kind of relationship he's describing. "i'm sorry," she says sincerely, taking his hand so she can thread their fingers together. "look, it wasn't very nice to hear, but... i get toxic shit. my last relationship ended in a similar way. it's why i'm trying to be more cautious this time around." not that she's been doing particularly well there.

ANGEL

“i’m sorry,” he counters, squeezes her hand in his. “no, i get that. i mean, i feel like it was a really big learning experience for me. like i know myself better because of it. i know what i want.” he’d say he feels like he can spot a red flag much easier now, but his bestie’s jude, so… “look, we’re still going one day at a time. still getting to know each other. which, like… i guess officially includes the ugly shit now, too.” wry, humorless chuckle.

CALLIE

"one day at a time, yeah." it feels like a thesis statement in a paper that's getting off track, bogged down by details that aren't ignorable. hearing about his past relationship should unnerve her more than it does probably, since there's something to be said about shared red flags, but he's right about relationships like that being a learning experience. callie knows herself a lot better after her last ex, too. "it's kinda unfair, isn't it? it's been, like, three days. casa's supposed to be the easy part," she jokes, smile small. "what do you want, then?"

ANGEL

“mad unfair,” he agrees with a more genuine laugh. “this is so not day two vibes.” it’s not like he’d be going into detail about past relationships after only the second day of really talking to a girl. still, it’s all been a lot easier, more natural than he’d expected. “well, the communication thing, for sure,” he nods his chin at her, knows it’s the first real promise they’d made to each other. “just something easy, y’know? something fun even when it’s hard. probably something yea high,” he flattens his palm in the air around where the crown of her head usually sits. “gotta be named after my favorite place in the world, too — california.” he’s wearing a playful grin. “and she’s totally gotta be the kinda girl who really reconsiders sleeping in the living room with me.” no idea if that’s allowed, but you can’t blame the man for trying to snatch up alone time like everybody else is doing.

CALLIE

by now callie's used to how ridiculously fast everything moves in the villa, even if she's trying to drag her heels through it this time around. but there's there's an important distinction that while things had felt more serious with frankie very quickly, talking about her past relationship hadn't come up in conversation with her yet. already she feels a little lighter just putting it out there, a pretty serious subjet for her. she's grateful they can move past it too, a smile growing on her lips when she realizes what he's doing. "i am not," she laughs, though god knows how many times she had heard that while in san diego. "do you seriously want to squish on the couch all night? haven't you heard i'm a kicker?" there's mirth in her eyes though, actually considering it now.

ANGEL

“hush, you totally are.” at least in his fantasy she is, the parallel too good to ignore. “yeah, you’re a kicker and you take up all my bed,” angel adds, grinning playfully. “that’s why i’m, like… let’s minimize the space you have to work with.” he turns her hand over between both of his, head tilting. “it’s either that or it’ll be us in bed, me bugging you to take out your ear plugs and talk to me every three minutes.”

CALLIE

"your bed?" she scoffs, though maybe it was his bed. she's made a conscious effort not to sleep in the same bed that she shared with frankie since casa had started. "yeah, that's why you wanna sleep in the living room? so we can talk all night?" she teases, her other arm draping around his shoulder so she can nudge him closer, leaning in. "fine, but on one condition."

ANGEL

head tips back a bit so he can laugh. “is it so crazy and unbelievable that i wanna talk?” it’s, like, 99% of their relationship, they’ve talked ‘til they were basically blue in the face and it still didn’t feel like enough. “we can talk and kiss,” he finally concedes, smile amiable as he leans into her. “tell me.”

CALLIE

she laughs too, hand sliding down to touch his cheek lightly. "at this rate, we're going to run out of shit to talk about." but it's mostly a joke, because there's admittedly so much more she wants to talk to him about, stuff that doesn't involve exes or casa amor. leaning forward, she lets their noses brush playfully. "tell your boy not to make me coffee or food tomorrow, please."

ANGEL

“true — we can just kiss then.” also mostly a joke. angel’s expecting rules, boundaries, discretion, whatever. he’s not expecting her to talk about jude, makes him snort with wry humor. “yeah, after tonight’s shit i feel like he’s gonna have a whole continental breakfast for everybody tomorrow.” just judging by his usual methods of redemption. palms laid flat on the counter on either side of her thighs, angel nods slowly against her nose. “fair. i’ll handle it tomorrow.”

CALLIE

her legs spread apart to give him space to come closer, acting more on instinct than anything. she's not trying to imply anything about tonight; callie just wants to feel the warmth of his body as she finally lets their lips brush lightly. "english breakfast is nasty," she warns him, quietly. "he makes it very hard to be nice to him, y'know."

ANGEL

“do we gotta talk about jude while i’m kissing you?” he jokes quietly against her lips, kisses her featherlight with a smile anyway. “yeah, i know,” he concedes, sighing. “he’s just trying to do the right thing. he means well.”

CALLIE

"you don't want to talk about jude right now?" she teases. she'll remember this later, considering how their night is going to end. but she doesn't want to talk about him either, because frankly hearing angel defend him is a bit of a mood killer. she steals another kiss before pulling away, flashing him an innocent smile. "think you can carry me?" because she's comfortable in this position, thank you very much.

ANGEL

“between you and me, i’m a little tired of talking about the guy.” he’ll be even more tired later, considering how their night is going to end. either way, they’re cuddling. there’s a bit of a surprised laugh, didn’t expect callie to request something like that from him. maybe the whole fucked up exes confession brought them a bit closer after all. “i think i can manage it,” he tells her, scooping her off the edge of the counter and into his arms to carry her out to the living room.

#callie ;#callie & angel ;#callie & angel 006 #im behind on transcribing my discord threads rip

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goblinselfshippr · 2 years

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Oh shit I dont think I've talked about the library in depth here yet. I’m gonna go ahead and post as is because I don’t think I’ll ever be done, but it’s already long as hell. Get ready for a shit ton of parentheses because I have a weird need to constantly use them

Also called the Library of Alexandria II, it is its own little pocket dimension of knowledge. It isn't technically infinite, but it definitely feels like it. Being Demon King of Time and Space, Sam exists in all dimensions, but not at once. Time is everywhere, meaning there isn't a world that doesn't have a version of him (confusing double negative I know). This means that all versions of him have access to the library.

Since the library is communal between his other selves, it is very common that I am asked where a certain dimension's version of a book is. I don't mind, but they really could just summon it themselves... For some reason I'm the only version of me in the library (it is entirely possible that there's a filter so that I can't see other me's), but most of the other Sam's recognize me. The few that don't just know me as the librarian, which is quite sad that they don't have a version of me. My version of Samael says he would get very lonely because none of his brothers appreciated Assiah the way he did I dont think he realizes I hated it here too until he took me in.

Anyway back to the library, it contains all knowledge that all versions of Samael have personally collected. Yes he has a section of works that he hand copied from the actual Library of Alexandria, but I am not big brained enough to understand all that math. His handwriting from that time is AWFUL too, so even if I could it would take weeks to decipher. This section is the only one that hasn't been updated. The others have since been retyped for easier reading, but these he keeps as they are.

He has a place for his outdated science and math textbooks that were more than likely stolen from a college centuries ago, that he sometimes reads for laughs over a glass of wine. He has so many cutesy math books it is hilarious, these are very obviously children’s books for maybe elementary age kids at the oldest, and they’re all well loved. Big kindergarten math teacher vibes. While demon lore and summoning is in the occult section, there are plenty of books on demon and general nonhuman biology in the science area! 10/10 very interesting. Really cute fact: my favorite bedtime story as a kid was Cosmos by Carl Sagan, (when I say kid I mean I was bringing this nearly disintegrated copy to preschool for show and tell) and the dark blue, gold embossed, absolutely dilapidated copy I grew up with is encased in glass in the science section. Yes I still know every word and when I found out he died before I was even born I cried for a fucking week. I need to buy my fourth copy soon-

The endless history and occult sections are my personal favorites. I actually got to contribute to some of the books in the occult section!! It really comes in handy when helping Dante out on his missions (yeah I’m self inserting by saying I personally made the demon information panels in the first-fourth games bc Nico made the ones in the fourth dhisbcish). There are so. Many. Cursed. Items. In the occult section. I ended up having to make a little corner for them so I wouldn’t accidentally get cursed from putting them back. They’re all given a sticker label like “bat amulet, wearer gets chased by bats until it gets taken off” and put behind glass. You have to come get me to personally unlock whatever item you need and write your reasoning for checking it out.

What about the history right? Surely someone as old as time itself has some really cool information about how people acted prehistory. The answer depends on whether you’re someone that scrolls past the notes or someone who reads as many comments as you possibly can. Sam is a drama queen and self described anthropologist, which means that there are entire file folders of amusing human interactions he witnessed. Things like “Today Neidhart decided he was going to begin courting Grede, and the idiot threw an onion at her. I am still laughing. Worse still, Grede’s sister overheard him wailing to his friend about what happened. All was well in the end though because once she heard the kind words relayed by her sister, Grede decided to give him another chance. How sweet.” It isn’t the flowery biased works about historical figures in power, it’s almost entirely research journals about collective social ideas based on time and region or little snippets that show humans have always been humans. These he keeps the original and hand typed versions together. He does have several signed scores from famous composers and a few original scripts from Shakespeare that he says were gifted to him (idk I wouldn't put it past him to have stolen them or asked for them in exchange for a contract).

Which brings us to the fiction. One of his favorite things about Assiah and the humans that reside there is the creativity, so of course as many nonfiction books as he has, he probably has twice the amount in fiction. Especially since common themes in fiction can show ideals of people at the time. The sheer amount of terrible romance novels in this section is very telling. Some of them have highlighted sections or notes that just say “lol what?” Or “that’s not how any of this works” etc. The only thing he has more of than romance is science fiction. Yes everything is alphabetical, but this section is also sorted by most to least possible. He will get bored one night and just reread the entire section, or at least as much as he can before the sun comes up. He absolutely hates Dr Seuss though and if you bring one in the library he will kick you out. I have no idea why, but this man could not would not in HIS house lmao.

#GoblinRambles #alcohol mention #loooong post #💛[call me little sunshine]

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hautevaux · 7 months

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@luzofstars asked: 🫢 I wanna say for the Sparda Twins, Vergil did make Dante shave so he doesn't look like a complete hobo. Send in “🫢” And Vaux will judge your muse’s outfit. Feel free to describe it if it isn’t a canon ‘fit-!

A brow quipped in amusement, a smile drawing slowly at the corners of his lips; twins? -- How exciting-!

Vaux makes absolutely no effort to hide his scrutiny; stood with hands 'pon his hips and head canted to one side he takes his time in analysing each of the men in turn ere he even thinks of speaking aught aloud. He even chooses to do a full circle of the both of them just to make sure that he has summarised entirely.

"Let's start with you, darling." He gestures to Dante with one rather finely manicured hand, ere it settled back unto his hip. "Did you think about what you put on this morning or did you dress yourself in the dark-? And your jacket - - I presume it is older than me-? If not, it certainly gives that impression." He takes a pause, eyes scanning his company once more; "The boots are alright, the gloves give off an 80's biker vibe---"

Another pause, this time he eyes the both of them at the same time;

"Admittedly, though-- I do rather love a man in leather."

Only once he feels like he has said enough does he turn his attention to his brother; humming gently as he formulates his thoughts once more.

"A little better. In the very least you look as if you have put some effort in - - though it does give a weighty vibe of stiffness." He paced around the both of them again, continuously able to judge and form opinion into sentences that were somewhat less sharp than they could have been; "The jacket is beautiful - the detail simply wonderful - - Though the boots are garish. I'd say that a well fitted blue shirt would look far better than that... is it a waistcoat, darling, or some variety of modified restraint?"

#gods if dante had showed up unshaven vaux might have asked him if he was lost LOL

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kawaiijohn · 2 days

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Latke had surgery today to remove a chickpea sized stone in his little kitty bladder :(

He's doing okay but he won't be home until Thursday

#dantes vibe corner

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crackonhq · 1 year

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SMS ⏩ EVIE: islanders, please gather around the fire pit to recouple. #momentoftruth #bignight

on night 36, all of the islanders gather around the fire pit with evie and eden standing by the bench first. as they’ll be the first to make the decisions, they have the opportunity to shake things up in a villa where a lot of the couples seem solid.

eden’s text tone goes off first. she chose both marcus and miles for dates, and seemed to have good chat with both of them. but eden’s made her interest clear to other islanders too. “ from the very start everything between us has been easy and beyond being a great laugh, they're incredibly sweet. i like this person and i think we both want something chill right now, ” she says. “ the person i’d like to couple up with is marcus. ”

next, evie’s phone goes off. evie chose both angel and charlene for dates, but she and angel had a falling out.

“ i think this person is real fuckin' far out, and, to be honest, they've been my first choice since our date. i feel like we have a good vibe, and i'd really like the chance to get to know them, without any pressure or vows or whatever, ” she says. “ the person i’d like to couple up with is charlene. ”

so, nothing’s really shaken up. unless you were really rooting for charlene and naomi at this point.

angel’s phone goes off next. angel has been coupled up with callie.

“ i wanna couple up with this person because i can’t imagine choosing anybody else. i never told her, but she’s pretty much had all my eggs since she shocked the absolute shit outta me and kissed me night two of casa. she totally blew me away and she keeps surprising me every day. she’s the perfect team mate, a dependable friend, and the finest girl i’ve ever seen. i’m lucky i get to choose her, ” he says. “ the person i want to couple up with is callie. ”

miles’ phone goes off next. miles came back from casa amor with frankie.

“ oh, holy shit, ” he laughs, surprised to get the text.

“ look, i think . . . i get along with this person better than i have with anyone else, chemistry's like wildfire. she drives me fucking nuts, the sex is insane, ” miles pauses, like he’s just realized there’s other people here. “ sorry. that aside, i think we’ve been shit at communication. i thought i knew what she wanted, she thought she knew what i wanted . . . and i think we got our wires crossed ? i just want to be all about her. she cracks me up every day, and i do see a future with her – with jetpacks, ” smile crinkles the corners of his eyes, “ so, the person i want to couple up with is frankie. ”

next, dante’s phone chimes. he stands up. dante’s been coupled up with romi, who was choosing between him and marcus, who came back single for her. but recently, she chose to pursue only dante. “ i would like to couple up with this person because she is so special. i've had strong feelings for them since the first conversation, and i feel very lucky to get to be with them now. they chose me, and now i am happy to choose them. i don't want to be with anybody else, ” he says. “ the person i choose is romi. ”

next, naomi’s phone beeps. she stands up. naomi’s been coupled up with charlene, but has been pursuing things with josh. “ i started today thinking i knew what i wanted, but i should've known it could never be that easy. this morning, i had a realization about what i've been trying to pursue in here and it changed my perspective, ” she pauses for a prolonged moment, but it soon becomes clear that she's trying to conceal a smile.

“ i realized that i'm so tired of trying to run from it. we haven't had the easiest ride and that's scared me, but they’ve proven to me that we're worth fighting for. easy or hard, they’re all i want. and i can't wait to finally be back in a bed together – i'm so fucking done sleeping outside with all the gross bugs. so, the boy i want to couple up with is josh. ”

the next phone to go off is jude’s. after casa amor, jude was coupled with jenny.

“ i want to couple up with this girl because she’s an absolute rocket and i fancy the pants off her ! the last few days haven’t been easy for us, but in the grand scheme of things, i think it’s probably done us some good ? obviously, no one wants to fight with the girl they’re coupled up with, but cheryl said we gotta fight for this love, and i’m prepared to put in the groundwork to make this work, both in here and on the outside, ” he says.

“ so the girl i want to couple up with is my lovely jennifaaah. ”

the last phone to go off is adela’s. adela returned from casa amor with dylan.

“ i feel like what we have is really good and he brings out the best in me. i'm excited to spend more time with him and see where it goes, ” she says. “ so the person i want to couple up with is dylan. ”

COUPLES.

as everyone’s now paired up around the firepit, your couples are :

eden & marcus

evie & charlene

angel & callie

miles & frankie

romi & dante

naomi & josh

jenny & jude

adela & dylan

OOC INFO.

this ends day 36. feel free to continue any important threads, but otherwise try to move things to day 37 !

#week 6 #crackon:coupling

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JUDE & NAOMI — DAY TWENTY-EIGHT.

location : kitchen.

time : evening.

description : jude cooks up a storm meanwhile naomi nearly slices her finger off because he asked her to cut one vegetable.

featuring : naomi / @heatwayve

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

there’s a weird vibe in the villa, and it’s got jude pranging out. after everything that happened this morning with romi, and then her saying she doesn’t want to share a bed with him, it’s hard not to draw conclusions about seeing dante and romi flirting. he doesn’t want to be made out to be a mug. what the fuck had happened? he’d literally had them up against the sinks with their legs around his waist, and now they’re acting like it’s nothing? it’s shady. if they end up sharing with dante instead, he’ll be fuming. whatever. it’s not even a thing. he’s here to have a good time, not to get bogged down on day one because romi’s giving someone else attention. jude's in the kitchen throwing herbs in a pan with what might look like reckless abandon, but is actually pretty tried-and-tested, as he mixes up a tomato and basil sauce for his pasta bake. spotting naomi on her way somewhere, he waves her over, gathering some of the sauce on the end of his wooden spoon and crossing the kitchen to meet her. “hey, try this,” he says, catching her chin in his hand as he lifts the spoon for her to taste it. “think it needs more chilli flakes, or is it spicy enough?” he used to do those most intense spice king challenge youtube videos for clickbait, so his barometer for what’s spicy is kinda fucked. “feel like i’m always making you taste shit for me, naomi." he could make a joke about her willingness to put shit in her mouth, but he decides to save it. wow. growth. "i trust your judgement, though.” she doesn’t seem the type to sugar coat. if something’s shit, she’ll tell him.

naomi santos

for once, naomi's kind of relieved that the weird vibes in the villa have nothing to do with her. head still reeling from the night before, naomi's kept a certain measure of distance from the bombshells, on the likely pretense of 'baggage,' many of them have let her have it. even jude, who over the past few hours has started to reveal himself as more trouble than even naomi had gathered on her first read. if she weren't quite as bothered about the romi/josh thing, maybe naomi would be getting on to him about it, but instead . . . well, maybe she'd just rather see how things unfold. "always? i met you today, babe," she laughs. "when i think i said . . . don't touch?" jogs his memory with an arch of her brow, shaking his hand away with a jerk of her chin. naomi grabs his hand with her own, pressing it against his chest like she's putting it back where it belong. she takes the spoon from his other hand, not holding back from keeping eye contact as she gives it a taste. "that's supposed to be spicy?" she asks dubiously.

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

she's caught him there. "okay. twice then." he's not sure he likes the pet name—it feels condescending somehow —and he kinda gets where she was coming from earlier. "uh, it's jude or nothing..." so the no touch rule only applies to him, apparently, his eyes heavy on her when she shifts his hand to his chest, his smile taunting him. no, he doesn't enjoy being manhandled by naomi, or being put in his place, but there's something entertaining about it. "supposed to be. clearly i've fucked it, though. more chilli flakes it is." he holds his hand out for the wooden spoon, not wanting to risk taking it from her and accidentally brush the slip of her wrist. it's like a fucking period drama. who's boundaries are that strict? live a little. "d'you want some? i've made enough for two." three if they have small portions. he probably should've asked romi, but he's already made them lunch today. can't be acting like a fucking simp 24/7 or he'll lose his street cred. naomi santosBOT — 01/14/2023 11:58 PMa smile tugs at the corner of her lips as he throws her words back at her. "okay," she concedes, a tilt of her head that could only be described as sassy when she looks back at him, drawing his name out, "jude." she pauses for a second before adding, "that short for something? judith?" clearly they're chatting now, so she passes the spoon back to him and hoists herself up onto the countertop with the palms of her hands, leaning back on them as she watches him work. "is this an olive branch?" she asks, trying to gauge his angle. her tone is still a bit teasing, though, lighthearted, like she can't be assed to take him completely seriously, "or are you grafting?"

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

he'd like to say he's immune to it — that naomi santos charm he'd spoken of — but he isn't. he's not sure if any guy would be if she was grinning at them like the cat that got the cream. but at the same time, he isn't going to be another claw-footed bath tool used to scratch naomi's ego, content to completely ignore her if it means she won't try to wrap him around her finger, too. "yep. that's me - judith dempsey. you got it first try. you want a prize or something?" he takes the spoon, returns to his sauce pot, and tosses in more chilli flakes, moving the sauce around the pan to keep it from sticking. "nope. definitely not grafting," jude states, emphatically, almost a scoff in his tone. "i'm just being nice. i know, shocker." his eyes snap across to her, sitting pretty on the kitchen counter, which is a fat load of good to him. "if you want feeding, you'll have to at least look like you're helping. you can chop me up some chorizo if you want. or failing that, chuck us a beer."

naomi santos

"depends what kind of prizes you're offering," she remarks, an arched brow. she will be calling him judith from now on, though, since he's said that. she watches him out of the corner of her eye as he works, not much in the kitchen herself. "good," she states, as if she's the one who suggested that he not graft her, "seems like i'm not the only one with my hands full in here, anyhow. better keep up with what you've got." if anything that seb's said is enough to go by. it's day one and naomi herself isn't interested in getting caught in a bunch of trouble, another reason for people to write her off as the problem. "though i'm not sure being nice is the best strategy in here, wasting your time making besties with little ol' me," though this is entirely facetious. she's a formidable ally. if he's smart, he knows it. "you want my help?" lower lip juts out slightly, a playful pout. "i thought you were being nice?"

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

eyes narrowed, jude throws naomi a look that hangs in the balance between exhaustion and irritation, even if it only runs half-true. “it was a fuckin’ rhetorical question. but… sure, fuck it. what prize do you want?” as if feeding her isn’t enough. “i still get to say no if i don’t like it, because i’m the one granting the prize.” her single-worded response—good—is laughable enough that jude snorts, sudden and instinctive as a knee jerk reflex test. "yeah, good. okay." shaking his head, he turns the heat on his pan down. “i’m good at juggling,” jude shrugs. “good at card tricks too, if you’re interested.” turning around, he flips her the middle finger. “is this your card?” he actually is kinda decent at close-up magic, having studied a book about it during one of his brief stints at juvie, back before he was a reformed bad boy on the hunt for love and the opportunity to better himself (or so he’d told the producers). but he’s not about to have a real conversation about card tricks with naomi. she’d probably call him a fuckin’ nerd. “who said i wanna be besties? who said i even wanna be friends?” he turns to look at her, eyes falling to the pout of her lower lip, and rolls his eyes. “you ever read that story about the little red hen? nobody wanted to help her farm the grain or fetch the wheat, so when she baked the bread she kept it all for herself.” apparently, it’s children’s literacy hour. “don’t be a dick, naomi.”

naomi santos

she's not the kind of girl enticed by the hard-to-get thing. if a guy doesn't want her, she's not bending over backwards for attention when she knows she can get it somewhere else – it's the same with jude. she doesn't need his validation. "i dunno if there's anything you could offer me that i'd actually want," naomi drums her fingertips on the countertop, thinking out loud. "guess if this turns out to be any good, you could cook for me again." naomi narrows her eyes skeptically, "are you really? were you in the circus?" a short laugh, "'cause that'd explain a lot." there's a joke about a clown here somewhere that naomi's still piecing together. she can't help but grin, tongue poking out from between the left corner of her teeth, eyes shining as he flips her off. she's way more amused than offended by that, it's got its own uncouth charm. "are you one of those guys that do slight of hand magic to impress a girl at the bar?" she asks, "materialize a quarter from behind their ear or something? because that's an ick." she tilts her head as he refutes her statement, "okay," naomi pauses, still figuring out his angle, "so, what do you want to be then?" it's hard to construct the reason for his olive branch otherwise, not sure what it is he wants for her. but she doesn't even earn her own name if she doesn't find out. "okay, suit yourself," cheeky grin as she hops off the counter, "let me hold the knife."

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

“that's 'cos i don’t have anything you’d want,” jude agrees, half-laughing in response. he’s comfortable with this, the kind of jibing banter that wouldn’t be out of place in the pub back home. she’s got that british sense of humour down that most americans lack, unless she’s being straight up rude and jude’s choosing to interpret it as a joke. “cook for you again? you must be joking.” as if he doesn’t enjoy spending hours in the kitchen, chatting shit about ‘the right wine’ to pair with a shitty spag bol. he’d cook for everyone, if they let him. “yeah. how can you tell? i was an aerial silks artist,” he jokes, whipping his wooden spoon through the air in an elaborate display of choreography, and pelting the fridge with red sauce. “oops. that looks nasty. shame i didn’t see who did it.” her amusement only feeds his antics further, encouraging his stupidity, when he sidles over to naomi, nudges her knees apart with his hips, and plucks a twenty pence piece seemingly from between her thighs. “yep,” he says, and drops the coin onto her leg, returning to the pan. “have the ick, if you want. doesn't affect me. i’m not trying to fuck you.” he’s still not sure how much of that statement’s true. his cheeks lift up when she asks what he wants them to be, jude clapping back with “isn’t it a bit early for the ‘what are we’ talk?” before it can gather any steam. the truth is, he doesn’t know — all he knows is that she’s too interesting to just fuck and then not talk to, too entitled and affluent to ever graft seriously, and sadly too hot to avoid. he reaches for the largest knife in the chopping block, and hands it to her, fingers clamped around the blunt edge of the blade. sliding over the chorizo, jude can’t help but smirk. he leans back against the fridge, folds his arms across his chest, and watches her. “go on then. emasculate me.” there’s obviously a misandry joke to be made about watching her hack up a sausage but jude isn’t witty enough to think of one.

naomi santos

"yeah, you can say that again," naomi replies, a roll of her eyes. it's not actually malicious, though, almost jovial. it's kind of like they've taken the usual love island pressure off of this interaction, her insistence that she's not interested and him, likewise. naomi will choose to believe there's a small part of it that isn't entirely true because he's a man and she looks the way she does, but for the most part it is. "well, like i said, we'll see if this is any good first. not a promising start," she points out. naomi does like when people cook for her, though, wouldn't be surprising if acts of service were her love language, but she's in the best mood when she's being treated. "oh, that's a lovely mental picture," she snorts, not at all prettily, no effort to laugh cute, and tries to hide the amusement on her face when he brandishes the spoon toward the fridge. narrow-eyed glance as he stands between her, an arch of her brow that says, is this an attempt to seduce me? – because she's already laid out that it won't work. "i'm giving you advice, dipshit, i'm not the only one who'd get the ick from something that cringe," she tells him. "just trying to figure out what the fuck you want," she motions between them, "out of this." because if it's not a fuck, not friendship, not...anything, then what's he cooking for her for? her gaze on him is intense for a moment before she decides to just revel in the confusion and go along with it. she'll reach for the knife, a devilish grin back at him, sure to make eye contact as she brings the knife down over something phallic. "careful, i might think you're into that," she teases. granted, naomi's not exactly the best in the kitchen, doesn't cook much, and after he averts his attention, it doesn't take long for her to bring the knife down in the wrong place – narrowly slicing her own finger. "fuck," voice soft as naomi turns toward the sink quickly before he can make a jeering comment about her inadequacies.

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

jude’s never seen her snort laugh like that before on tv. there’s something uninhibited about it, like it’s a rare glimpse into the real, unfiltered naomi without the polish and the poise. maybe he’d like that version of her better. it doesn’t really matter since they’ve decided that they’re not friends, they’re not gonna fuck, he’s just gonna make her dinner and then they’ll go their separate ways or whatever the game plan is here. “glad you think so. you’ll have to come and see me when we do the tour.” he wonders how hard it would be to learn aerial silk as a joke⁠—not that he’d actually do it, it’s just funny to think about. would romi get the ick if he did close up magic? maybe—he’d have to ask them⁠—but then naomi asks what he wants out of this, and he’s no longer thinking about what romi likes, his focus fixed on naomi instead. “this?” he asks, amused, gesturing between them with the spoon. “what are you chatting about? this isn’t a thing.” if they air this conversation, the group chat will be fucking slaughtering him, not that it’s even worthy of airing. somehow, the situation he’s found himself in with naomi is more addictive to jude than straight up chirpsing her would ever be. he likes the uncertainty of it. he doesn’t feel the need to define every single relationship with a woman as ‘friend’ or ‘fuck’. it’s just dinner, no strings attached, he’s not even making it for her, he’s just happened to make more than necessary. romi’d told him that making her jealous wouldn’t do it for her. that doesn’t mean he can’t cook for someone else, can’t flirt with someone else, if this is even flirting. with naomi, it’s hard to tell. he doesn’t respond to the implication that he likes it. the emasculation part, not so much, but the bossy part? he digs that.

watching her, he almost takes the knife to show her a safer way to cut, but he doesn’t want to mansplain how to cut a fucking sausage to her. she’s a grown up, she’ll manage. his eyes are darting between the bubbling pot of sauce and her hands when it happens. there’s only a second to register, her name slipping from his lips in a warning just as she brings the knife down, and cuts. “shit,” jude sighs, almost at the same time as naomi’s expletive, heat turned off the stove and spoon chucked in the pan almost as soon as it happens. “just keep it under cold water,” is all he says, already taking off at a jog towards the villa, almost smacking into angel on his way, a wayward ‘sorry dude’ as he hunts for the first aid box. luckily, it isn’t far from the door. he plucks it down from the wall, returns to the kitchen. it’s only been a matter of seconds since the cut happened. running on adrenaline but calm under crisis, he opens the tin, setting out a plastic wrapped piece of cloth, some disinfectant, a pair of scissors and a set of blue plasters. “here, just give it to me a second,” jude says, after sanitising his hands, half expecting her to bat him away. he takes hold of her finger beneath the tap, squeezing the finger a little. “no, it’s fine. a bit of bleeding’s good. it’ll get out any bacteria or whatever.” when the bleeding’s slowed, he guides her hand back under the tap, his heart rate starting to slow. “alright, looks like we’re not having chorizo in it then. maybe leave the chopping to me next time.” he can’t help but think this is a great out. do a shitty job for someone, and they’ll never ask you to do it again.

naomi santos

"i know it's not a thing," naomi sighs, a roll of her eyes. "i just don't get you, that's all." a little exhale of breath, a mixture between a huff and a sigh as she eyes him. she knows that they don't have to define things, but that's in real life. right now, time moves quickly, and she's trying to decide whether jude is a friend or an enemy, and he's not giving her much to fuel the flame either way. what does he want from her? in all honesty, naomi's never in her life met anyone who's wanted nothing from her. so, maybe that's why she just can't believe it. still, she's drawn in, determined to find out why he's keeping his cards so close to his chest about this, about her. but maybe she shouldn't be complaining, she's got a guy cooking for her – even if he's so insistent on getting her insistence, a hair away from making a remark that pisses her off just a little too much. after she nicks the tip of her finger, naomi keeps her hand poised under the sink at jude's instruction. the corners of her lips curve upward, amused as she watches him scurry off – the way he's running, you'd think she was about to bleed out. by the time he returns with the first aid kit, which doesn't take long, she looks almost fond, genuinely surprised by the way he's jumped into action. "it's just a little cut," naomi says dismissively, a nervous laugh on her lips as jude takes her hand. "you sound more worried about the bleeding than i do."

jude's focused on her hand, on the sink, and naomi is watching his face, lined with concern and a certain urgency. she grins, "you are so..." a scoff, "i don't know." unexpected feels like the right word, if she was held at gunpoint. "what're you gonna do now? give me a bandaid?" she leans over toward him, "hope they've got cartoons." it wasn't totally strategic, her error, but she will remind him of this any time he ever asks her to do something for him again. "you're the one who told me to start chopping anyway, i tried to sit back and look pretty – you weren't having it," she admonishes. "so, really, it's your fault."

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

eyebrows knitting together, jude shoots naomi a look that falls in the valley between confused and disbelieving. “what’s not to get?” from where he stands, he’s a pretty simple guy to work out. his motives and reasons for doing things aren’t all that complex. maybe what she’s struggling to work out is why he hasn’t made a move, which is simple, too. “you’re not my type,” he shrugs, something teasing dancing in his eyes when they snap from hers back to whatever his hands are doing. one moment, it’s all a game—the next moment, he’s behaving like it’s life or death, and even naomi can spot it, dismissing his concerns with a laugh that’s kind of irritating. “i’m so what?” he asks, clearly put out, expecting her to say something like soft. it’s not soft to care about people, and even if he doesn’t have any care attached to naomi, there’s a side of him that’s nurturing, perhaps overly so, because it’s the kind of care he’s never received himself. by giving it, maybe he can be better than the people who were meant to parent him were. if he’s ever a dad, he wouldn’t want to fuck it up as monumentally as they did.

“yeah i am, actually.” as if the act of giving her a ‘band aid’ is equivalent to heckling her in the street. still, he’s attentive when he reaches for the first aid tin and plucks a plaster from it’s midst, peeling the sticky-back underside off and fixing it to her skin, the soft cushion flush against the cut. jude wraps the plaster around her finger, perhaps a tad too tight (that’ll fucking teach her) intensely aware of her eyes on his as he does it, biting down on the inside of his cheek to stop his teeth from grinding. “yeah, cool, fine. i’ll never ask you to do anything again. that what you wanted?” she moves closer and he stiffens, pressing a hand to her chest, just below her throat, to keep her there. “naomi,” he says, firm, a warning. it only takes a second for him to realise how stupid he’s being. obviously, she isn’t going to do anything stupid like that, not with him. not even if her being this close is making him think about it, which is probably intentional. he brings the bandaged finger up to his mouth, plants a kiss against the end of it, and goes back to his chopping, hoping to christ she leaves him alone.

naomi santos

she can't help but scoff, the arch of a singular perfect brow. "that doesn't explain why you don't wanna be friends," she points out, though she's got to revel on the fact that he's so fixated on turning her down, hammering down on the nail so hard he's gonna accidentally reverse it, "your denial is really convincing, though. want to tell me again how much you're not into me ? c'mon. for the viewers at home, " naomi goads him, tongue poking out between the corner of her smile as she tilts her head toward one of the cameras in the bushes. she's got nearly all the spots memorized by now, though sometimes she forgets about them. this is not one of those times. maybe he just thinks she wants him, needs him, oh baby, so he's got to shut her down to keep her from jumping on him. imagine the ego. there's annoyance in his features as she teases him for the way he's jumped into action, like she's struck some kind of nerve. naomi can't help it, though, it's not like she's had nurturing family members to look after her like this, a life full of hard edges that eventually taught her the best way to be looked after is to do it herself. if she doesn't make fun of it, she'll be forced to feel something about it. "strange," she says, finally completing her sentence, her gaze flickering up away from her hands to his eyes. "weird. i don't know. i'm still figuring it out." but soft is definitely not the word. "maybe don't do that funny little sprint in front of the girls you're actually into, though." .

a sharp inhale of breath as jude presses the band-aid to her cut, annoyance on naomi's features now because she's sure that was on purpose. but it's nothing compared to the way he cuts her off suddenly, hand on her chest like a physical barrier. she gasps, confusion evident on her features at first, brow furrowed together. he says her name, soft and low, and naomi wonders if he can feel the quickened beats of her heart beneath the palm of his hand – she'd just been joking around, but it's clear that she came too close, and something about that had spooked him. "what?" she laughs to cut the silence, grabbing jude's wrist so that she can move his hand off of her chest, "you thought i was going to kiss you or something? get real." but now she knows he was thinking about it. did he warn her to get her to stop, or was he trying to stop himself? naomi's aware that she might never know. nose scrunches curiously at the way he kisses the tip of her finger, like, that was fucking weird, but it occurs to her as he bristles and turns away that he regards her as trouble. he doesn't want to want her. fuck, that's amusing. so, she doesn't leave, hoisted onto the edge of the countertop instead, glancing over at him while he goes back to work. "where'd you learn to cook like this?"

#⥂ jude dempsey. ╱ threads.#jude & naomi.#jude & naomi 002.

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