#v uneventful yet v fun day

[kaleldobrev]

I Want Them To Hear

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ben wants to make sure Hughie knows what it actually sounds like when the two of you have sex. In other words, Ben makes damn sure Hughie gets yet another night of no sleep because of the two of you.

Original Prompt: Requested by @k-slla | I loved your last post (poor, poor Hughie 😂). I would love to read a sequel, where SB& reader DO keep everyone up, for other reasons 😏 (if you're up to it 😊) x Kerly

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Cursing (23x), Smut (Oral - M&F receiving, Fingering, Unprotected Sex - P in V), Implied p*rn watching, Hughie getting scarred for life (again), Semi-Public sex (living room)

Authors Note: Before you read this make sure you read A Simple Misunderstanding first | I think 23 curse words is a new record for curse words for me (21 out of them are the same too) | I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you all enjoy it! | 18+ only please | MDNI | If you want to request something, just send me a message! | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

You looked over at the clock that was above the fireplace in the living room, and it was almost midnight, and you weren’t the least bit surprised that you weren’t even tired. Although you didn’t have a good sleep schedule before you joined the Boys (as you were a full-time college student when you joined the group), your sleep schedule somehow became even more jacked when you joined; something you didn’t think was even remotely possible. You had found yourself going to sleep at three, four, sometimes five in the morning, or not even going to sleep at all – a constant flow of energy drinks and coffee to keep you going.

The last couple of days though were unusually uneventful, verging on normal, like there wasn’t some kind of revenge war going on. The closest thing that had been kind of eventful was Hughie’s outburst this morning over breakfast, accusing you and Ben of having sex which kept him up – something that actually didn’t happen between you and Ben even though it was something that you did want to happen last night. Due to his little outburst though, the rest of the day was filled with a consistent flow of jokes (mainly at your best friend’s expense) that seemed to put everyone in a great mood (except Hughie of course). In a way, you did feel bad for him, but at the same time, his outburst this morning was unnecessary.

Your legs were currently in Ben’s lap, one of his arms draped over them as his other hand was lying on the arm of the couch with a remote in hand; the only source of light in the room coming from the television. As Ben flipped through channel after channel, you couldn’t help but stare at him as the shadows on his face changed with every single flip trying to find something to watch. “How is there so many channels and nothing to watch?” He asked, not even looking at you.

You shrugged your shoulders and he turned to face you. “I found plenty of things I’d watch. It’s not my fault you’re picky.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not picky. TV just sucks now.” He began, and you already knew where this conversation was going. It was about to turn into a ‘back in my day’ rant that you had heard practically every single day since you had met him. “Back in my day, TV was actually good.” Before you could interject he continued. “We didn’t have stupid reality shows about people who are famous for nothing.” You couldn’t help but agree with him on that one. “There’s 400 channels and only two of them are watchable.”

“And which channels does the almighty Soldier Boy deem watchable?” You asked, emphasizing the nickname.

“ESPN and TCM.” He answered without hesitation. You simply just rolled your eyes.

“Of course those would be the only two channels.” You mumbled, even though you knew he could hear you; there was no use in mumbling around him. “I love ESPN and TCM too, but there are other channels that are watchable Ben. How about FoodNetwork and HGTV?”

Ben scoffed. “Sometimes they’re watchable.”

“Okay. How about…” You thought for a moment, trying to think of a channel that Ben would possibly enjoy; then it hit you, causing a smirk to form on your face. “How about Skinamax?”

He looked at you with a confused expression. “What the fuck is Skinamax?” You let out a slight laugh, causing him to raise a brow. “What?”

“You don’t know what Skinamax is?” You asked. “Honestly, I’m slightly surprised.” You held out your hand. “Hand me the remote and I’ll show you.”

“Why can’t you just fucking tell me?” He asked, his facial expression annoyed.

“Because Ben, it’d be more fun to show you.” Your lips turned into a smirk. “Don’t you trust me?”

Again, your response earned yet another eyeroll from him. Of course I fucking trust you, he thought. What kind of stupid question is that? “Fine.” He said, handing you the remote.

“Okay, and why couldn’t you of just told me it was just fucking porn?” He asked, his tone sounding a little annoyed with you.

“Because, I thought it would be much more fun to show you.” You turned away from the television and looked at him. “You’ve watched porn before though right? Like, I’m assuming you have cause well…you’re…well you.”

He looked at you briefly before looking back at the screen again. “Have you watched porn before?” He mumbled, mocking your tone. “Of course I fucking have.” He said, a tad louder and a bit more annoyed sounding. He turned back to face you. “Who hasn’t watched porn before?”

You shrugged. “Fair point.” You said. “You know…” you began, as you started inching your way closer to him. “As much as I’d love to continue watching this…interesting movie. There is something I’d much rather be doing.”

He smirked, his full attention on you now. “And what’s that Sweetheart?”

“Well, you did make me a promise this morning.” Your voice was low, your hand inching closer to the hem of his pants.

“I made you a lot of promises this morning.” His voice was low, but not nearly as low as yours.

“But there was one in particular.” Your fingers started slipping into the waistband of his pants as you maintained complete eye contact with him.

“You going to tell me or is it more fun to show me?” He asked, your hand made contact with his cock and you gently wrapped your hand around him. Ben slightly groaned at the contact.

You couldn’t help but smirk. “I think you know the answer.” You whispered.

Without a second to waste, he pulled his sweats down giving you slightly better access as you started moving your hand up and down. You went slow, knowing that it was killing him inside with the pace that you were going at. As he was about to open up his mouth to protest the slow pace, your head went down and you started sucking him off; a slight taste of pre-cum on your tongue. Your hand and mouth started going in tandem with each other; no longer focused on his face, but focusing on what you were doing. “Fuck,” he groaned, and he threw his head back into the couch, enjoying the feeling of your mouth and hands wrapped around him, a feeling that he’d wanted since the moment he laid his eyes on you – despite him knowing how much you hated him at first.

You released him with a pop for a moment; your hand still going. But the loss of your mouth on him caused him to open his eye to look at you. “Ben, you need to be quiet. I don’t want the whole house to hear.” You stated.

Your words gave Ben an idea, and a smirk grew on his face. “Princess, I want them to hear.”

“You…you want them to hear?” Your voice a whisper. “Why?”

“Cause I want your little friend to know what it actually sounds like when the two of us fuck.” His words made you audibly gulp, and you barely even knew how to respond. Weirdly, the thought turned you on.

“Okay.” Your reply hesitant. Despite the slight hesitation, you wrapped your lips around his cock again; your mouth and hand working in tandem again.

As you worked, the sounds that were coming out of Ben’s mouth weren’t remotely quiet; a mixture of groaning and moaning. His hand gripped your hair slightly, pulling at it gently, messing it up. Between him basically playing with your hair as you blew him, and the sounds that he was making; it encouraged you to pick up the pace a little, and you yourself felt yourself starting to get increasingly more wet. “God, your fucking mouth.” He groaned. He bucked up a little, and when he did that he let himself go; releasing himself into your mouth and down your throat. You usually weren’t a swallower but for him, you made the exception.

Once you helped him ride out his orgasm, you released him with a pop; the two of you making eye contact again. “Lay down Princess,” he demanded, “and spread those legs of yours,” he grinned.

“Yes Sir.” You said, probably a little bit too loud.

The nickname you gave him just made him grin even wider, slightly more evil looking. “Can’t wait to wreck this pussy of yours.” He said, completely pulling your shorts down in one swift movement. He eyed your bare pussy for a moment before smirking up at you, cocking a brow. “Went commando today uh?” You bit your bottom lip, nodding. “Sweetheart, if I would have known, I would have fucked you on the kitchen table this morning just to prove a point.”

“Be-” before you could speak, his point finger started to slowly dip inside of you. “Fuck.” You moaned, slightly whispering.

“You’re fucking soaked Princess.” He said, smugness in his voice. “All this just from blowing me uh?” He added a second finger as they both started going into you a bit deeper, a slight curve to them.

“Y-yes.” You moaned out; his two fingers starting to move slowly in and out of you, a similar pace you had done earlier on him.

“So, tell me this Sweetheart. Are you generally just a cock slut, or are you just a slut for my cock?”

The pace of his fingers started to pick up gingerly; no words were forming in your brain to even respond to his question. He was barely doing anything to you, and you were slightly embarrassed by the way your body was reacting to his touch, but at the same time, he actually knew what he was doing – hitting you in all the right spots. “Just…Fuck…Just for yours.”

“Just for mine what?” He added a third finger, curling them inside of you. All you could do was moan; verging on the sound of pornographic. “Need you to use your words Princess. I know how much you like to talk, don’t hold back on me now.”

“Fuck me…” you mumbled, feeling a heat rising in your cheeks. “I’m only a slut for your cock Ben.”

He clicked his tongue a few times, seeming unsatisfied with your answer. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t quite hear you.” The smugness in his voice returned, knowing that he could hear you. You knew what he really meant: your friends couldn’t hear you.

With a small groan, you spoke just a tad louder, hoping it would be loud enough to satisfy him. “I’m only a slut for you cock Ben.”

He grinned. “There it is.” He sounded so proud of himself.

“Ben I’m about to –” you came, not even finishing your sentence, your orgasm practically exploding out of you. Despite the amount of times you’ve had sex, this was the first time you could actually say that you had a mind-blowing orgasm. He continued to move his fingers in and out of you rapidly as you rid out your orgasm.

“Fucking beautiful,” he praised. “I’ll never get fucking tired of seeing a woman cum.”

As soon as you came down from your high, he removed his fingers from you, licking them clean; and you already hated the feeling of not having his fingers inside of you. “Fuck.” You breathed out, your chest rising up and down as you tried catching your breath.

Ben chuckled. “You good there Sweetheart?” He sounded amused.

“Yeah…So…Good…” your voice trailed off.

“Good, cause I’m not done with you just yet.” Before you had the chance to respond, he pulled you by your ankles, sliding you across the couch. Pulling you into his lap, both of your hands rested on his chest, slight heat radiating from it, which strangely felt good against your palms.

Your legs were spread open wide enough that you were able to straddle him; your knees on either side of his thighs resting on the couch. Without any kind of direction from him, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head, tossing it to the side, leaving you completely naked; you felt even more vulnerable somehow than you did before. You leaned in, your hands on either side of his face now and kissed him; his hands automatically gripping your hips. Based on the tightness of the grip you knew you’d have bruises, and honestly – you couldn’t care less, you wanted him to leave marks.

The both of you moaned into the kiss, and you started rocking your hips gently, trying to obtain some kind of friction. He smirked against your lips. “Someone’s a little needy.” He teased. “You just came Sweetheart.”

“Yeah but…” You kissed his neck, and leaned in close to his ear, “that was on your fingers, not on your cock.”

“And you say I have the dirty mouth.” He laughed a little, removing his hands from your hips. You sat back on his thighs as he took one of his hands and wrapped it around himself, pumping it in his hand a few times. “Going to fill that pussy right up.”

“Please.” Your tone slightly begging.

“So cute when you beg.” He said, his tip teasing your entrance. “You ready for me Sweetheart?” You nodded and placed your hands on his shoulders, almost as if you were bracing yourself. As he started pushing himself inside of you, you let out a long moan, shutting your eyes. “Fucking love your moans.” He complicated, as he watched your face slightly contort. “Taking me so well too.” He chuckled. “Really are a cock slut uh?”

“Only for you.” You breathed, his cock almost fully inside of you.

“Damn right only for me.” His voice sounded slightly possessive; and the tone turned you on more than you thought it would, and he felt you clench around him. “You like that uh?” You nodded in response. “Good.”

As you started moving your hips, Ben started placing kisses between your breasts, every so often taking one of your nipples into his mouth. The noises you were making were pornographic sounding again; no words really escaping your lips, just moans. Your hand gripped the back of his head, clutching at his hair. “Ben,” you moaned, shutting your eyes as you continued to rock your hips.

He attached his lips to your neck now, slightly nipping and sucking on the skin. Not only were there going to be marks on your hips, there were going to be marks on your neck now too. “Mine,” you heard him mumble; but you weren’t entirely sure if you heard him properly.

You opened your eyes and looked at him, and he removed his lips from your neck. “You heard me,” his voice possessive again. “You’re mine now.” He said. You weren’t sure if this was bedroom talk or he actually did mean that you were his, and his alone. Either way, you loved the sound of being his – despite the slight alpha/misogynistic undertone to it.

“All yours.” You agreed. He took two of his fingers and started rubbing your clit, trying to get you closer and closer to the edge. You felt the pressure start to build, and you were insanely close to coming again. “I’m so close.”

“Can’t wait to cum inside of you Princess.” His fingers started picking up the pace, and his hip movements were starting to get erratic – he was close too.

“Fuck.” You mumbled, your own movements matching his erratic ones. “I’m about to –” as you started to cum, his lips latched onto yours, and you moaned into his mouth.

“I’m right there with you.” He said, coming closely after you. The kiss deepened as the two of you rid out your orgasms; his fingers working lazily on your clit.

“Holy shit.” You said, essentially collapsing onto him. Your forehead rested on his shoulder as your chests were pressed up against each other; his arms wrapped around your lower back, his clock still buried inside of you.

“You alright there Sweetheart?” He asked, kissing the top of your head.

“Yeah just…” you started breathing a little heavy again. “Don’t have your stamina.” You laughed a little. “I’ll be okay.”

“Good. Cause I can’t have you dyin’ on me.” His tone was joking, but you knew that he would be devastated if anything were to ever happen to you. Because over the course of time he had known you, he had grown to deeply care about you; and it was something that surprised the both of you – hell, it even surprised the rest of the group.

"What the fuck!" You and Ben both turned and saw Hughie standing in the doorway of the living room; his facial expression looked as though he was about to blow a gasket.

Ben rolled his eyes out of annoyance. "Do you mind?" You gently lifted yourself off of him, grabbing a nearby blanket and quickly covered yourself and Ben, although the damage was probably already done.

"Yes! Matter of fact I do mind! This is the second night in a row that I woke up because of the two of you!" He yelled; and you could of sworn you saw a vain bulging from his neck. He was pissed.

Ben laughed, amused by Hughie's reaction. "Now you know what it actually sounds like when the two of us fuck. Should of kept your mouth shut this morning kid." He grinned, and gave him a wink.

"Seriously? You guys were loud because of what I said this morning?" Hughie's voice was now annoyed. Ben simply just shrugged at his question. "You are such an asshole."

Ben shrugged again. "Worse has been said."

“Hughie I –” you began, but Ben cut you off.

"But, I can promise you this," he got up from the couch, pulling up his pants in the process as he made his way toward Hughie. He placed a hand on his shoulder, looking him directly in the eyes, grinning. "You better get used to not fucking sleeping cause your friend has one hell of a pussy and mouth on her." You didn't need to see his face to know the absolute pleasure he had saying that to your best friend.

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[songtwo]

three more details of the day: i saw The girl from a few months ago briefly, i ate a sausage for the first time in maybe years and my friend referred 2 Damon as alondra's Gorillaz man

#v uneventful yet v fun day #i also told my bestie 2 watch the new gossip girl 4 Evan mock #and the girl didn't say hi 2 me or anythingggg like she definitely saw me b4 bc i only saw her when she walked in front of me #but i probably wouldn't have said hi so whatever #the school's also having a party next Thursday which I'm not attending bc i have the strokes #but they're having votes and stuff and one of them is for the most popular group and a friend was like #'we shld nominate ourselves' . that's crazy i do not think I'm popular #i think I'm well known bc i get along w most ppl here + have shared classes w everyone #but i wouldn't say I'm . popular that sounds wrong #but it's not the 1st time he says we're the popular ones so i think he's crazy #the Damon thing was so funny bc my friend was like if alondra was on a train and could save 100 or 1 ppl but that person was #alondra's Gorillaz man she would let everyone else die . I'm sorry but they didn't write beetlebum did they

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

Emergency! Part 6

Part 6 – One and One make Three?

Summary: The reader has been getting sick lately. She recognizes her symptoms and gets a pregnancy test. Dean and Cas head to rescue some hikers trapped in a cave. Due to the instability of the cave’s entrances and exits, both entrances are caved in. Can they find the exits before they cave in?

Warnings: Really smutty start must be 18+ please (Explicit! P in V, unprotected sex (wrap it up boys), pegging, girl on guy, use of toys/dildos/vibrators, p-spot stimulation, male overstimulation (if that’s a thing), coming dry, breeding kink—kind of, after care), puking, morning sickness, semi-scary situations, 90’s movie reference (I love Daylight! I highly recommend if any of you are Sylvester Stallone fans like I was growing up), Major, Major fluffy ending, Implied future smut.

Word Count: 4,629

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“Fuck…” Dean groaned. His voice rough and hoarse.

Y/N and Dean were wanting to try something Dean was curious with. She managed to get her hands on a strap on dildo. Long enough to reach all of his pleasure spots with little effort.

Her thrusts were slow and calculated, giving him a slow burn.

“Look at you all fucked out and ready to pop.” She says lowly, fucking into him slow and steady.

“More babe, please.” Dean begged. He began to reach for his aching cock, red and hard, he was ready to pop. She swatted his hand away. He groaned moving his hand away back over his head.

“Now, now babe, no touchy, I want to see if we can get you coming without touching it.”

“God, I can’t…”

“Yes you can babe, I can tell you’re close.”

With a few thrusts, she leaned in close, kissing softly on his neck by his pulse point. Her hips thrusting in and out slowly.

His breathing began to pick up, her kisses marking him up.

His back arched, and his cock twitched spilling out on to his stomach as he came groaning her name. His eyes rolling in the back of his head.

She slowed her thrusts, stilling inside him until he calmed down. She then slowly pulled out, causing him to sigh out at the loss of feeling her inside him.

“You good babe?” she asked, lying beside him.

“So good.” He says, wrapping an arm around her.

“Think you’ll be up for our next thing we wanted to do?”

“Oh I’m sure babe, I’m gonna fuck you up so good you’ll feel it for weeks.” He growled. Rolling her on her back, kissing her neck.

“Unless you got more in you for one more round?”

“No more pegging for me, I just want this. You, me, cuddling.”

“I can live with that.”

After a very uneventful day the next day, the couple was even more horny than they were the night before.

They didn’t waste time in working each other up.

She grabbed the p-spot vibrator, lubing it up for him as he found a hard time taking his lips off of her neck and shoulder. Making her giggle.

“If this works like last night with me pegging you, you’ll be coming hard.” She hums.

“Then I’ll be filling you up so full, you’ll be having kids for days.”

“Not how it works but I am ovulating, and we’ve been trying lately.”

“You think it’ll work though?”

“Not sure, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.” She says. Turning to him holding up the vibrator.

“I trust you.” He says.

“Bed.” She says with a sexy smirk.

Dean walks over to the bed, bending over giving her access to his rear.

Teasing his hole with the tip of the vibrator, earning a moan out of him.

With as much lube as she put on it, it slipped in with little resistance. And she turned it on.

His hips buck at the sensation.

“Oh, fucking, fuck that…” he says, with a moan.

She places a loving kiss by his jawline, peppering kisses up to his lips.

She could see his fan fiction green eyes darken with lust when her eyes met his.

She began crawling up backwards on the bed, her head meeting the pillow.

His eyes hungry when she opened her legs up to him.

“Fuck me baby, fill me up so full people can see it for days.”

“Oh I’ll fill you up alright.” He growls.

He crawls up the bed, his hips line up with hers. He runs his tip between her folds, teasing her, her hips grind up against his cock.

And he begins to enter her slowly stretching her to his girth. The vibration changing up a pattern, causing his hips to buck into her unexpectedly.

A soft groan escaped his throat.

“Think you can last babe?” she says, cocking an eyebrow at him.

Silently, he looks up at her the hungry look still in his eyes. He pulls out almost all the way and thrusts back in, his hip slamming against hers.

But instead of jumping into a rough and fast rhythm, he gives her the same treatment she gave him the other night. Slow burn. Slow and steady thrusts.

“Oh, I hear you.” She groans.

“Think you can last sweetheart?” he asks with a smirk.

“Not fair.” She groans as her hips grind against his trying to find a rhythm.

He holds a firm grip against her hips, holding her still. Earning a hungry growl from her.

“Oh, my girl is so impatient, don’t worry. You’ll get what you want when it comes.” He says.

His hips begin to shudder as the vibration slowly messages his prostate, causing his breath to hitch in the back of his throat.

“You gonna come big boy?”

His climax his him like a ton of bricks, nearly collapsing on top of her.

“Yep.” He grunts. And begins a slow rhythm again once his climax calmed.

“You’re going to slow for me…” she says, pushing him down to his back. He landed with a grunt.

“Oh come on, I was having fun.”

“You’ll get more soon babe.”

She begins riding him at a fast enough pace she could keep up as best as she could. His hips met with her thrust, building her up in no time.

“De,” she pants, a burning  hot coil build in intensity in her abdomen.

“You got it babe,” he says, his hips slammed into her as the vibrations worked him up again.

Her walls slammed around him with no warning as her climax hit her hard. Her hips spasm out of control.

He kept a firm grip on her hips, helping her up and down his length. Giving him a few thrusts before he came hard, spilling thick ropes of come coating her walls. His hips stilled against her with his back arched, making his toes curl.

“Fuck!” he groans.

“Oh, that was hot babe.” She pants.

“You’re hot too babe.”

She giggles.

“Got more in you?”

“Oh yeah babe, I bet you’ll be coming dry by the time I’m done with you.”

He pulls her off of him, laying her down next to him. She grabs a pillow to lay on, making herself comfortable.

“Go rough babe, let loose.” She encouraged.

He slammed back into her without resistance and began a rough and fast pace.

Taking periods of slow thrusts and speeding up with reckless intent, her legs shake and quiver as he hits all of the right spots.

The vibrations picked up once again.

“Ah! Fuck,” He growled. Pounding into her faster, to meet up with the vibrations.

“Oh god, Dean, faster, faster.”

He manages to meet her demands, all while meeting his needs. Reaching his end as it slams him hard. Earning a yell out of Dean, as his hips shudder against her. Her walls clamping around him at the same moment, milking him of every last drop.

They laid like that for a solid moment as they calmed down, panting hard.

“You okay there Dean? Never heard you scream or yell during sex before.”

“So good.” He pants.

His hips begin to slowly grind against her.

“Dude, you got the stamina of a teenager.”

“Lets just see what my limit is huh? I don’t want this to end just yet.” He says.

“Then lets spoon a little bit babe, let you relax.”

His arms wrap around her, as he laid further down onto her, kissing her neck with his hips just grinding against her. The two humming contently.

With his grinding still going on, he began moaning and whining against her.

“Dean, don’t push yourself,” she pants.

“I’m gonna,” he grunts as his hips studder to a stop after just ten minutes of grinding, the vibrator still working on his prostate.

She could feel his cock twitch inside her, but not feeling anymore of his release.

His grip around her tightened as his climax continued.

His head was buried in the crook of her neck. She could hear a small whine escape his lips.

“I can’t…”

“Dean, pull out, I’ll get the vibrator out now.”

He slowly pulled out, his hips jerking as the vibrator continued its assault. She managed to crawl out from under him, reaching around him to pull out the vibrator, turning it off quickly.

Dean maneuvered over to lay on his back, panting hard. His face covered with sweat.

“Dean, you okay, really?”

“Okay, that was too much.” He chuckles.

She quickly got up, immediately feeling his release escape down her thigh.

She got to the freezer, grabbing a Ziplock bag from the pantry filling it with ice. Then grabbing a hand towel wrapping the ice bag in the towel and returning to Dean. Placing the ice pack on his member under the blanket.

He let out a relieved sigh.

She laid next to him, holding close to him giving him a loving kiss on his cheek.

“Sorry babe, I didn’t mean to push you.”

“You didn’t push me, I pushed me, and sure it hurts now but damn it felt good. I don’t think I’ve come that many times back to back like that.”

“Think you’ll use that thing again if we do this again?”

“Fuck yeah, but I’ll listen to my body next time and not push it.”

“Yeah, I’ll say.” She chuckles.

 Two months later…

She’d come out of the hospital bathroom with a groan.

That’s the third time this week she’s thrown up. She’s even thrown up a few times the week before but they all had a pattern.

“Whoa, kid you okay?” Bobby asks when he saw her return to the nurses station.

“Just, not feeling the best at the moment.” She says, not wanting to say for sure. Even if her training tells her she knows what’s wrong.

“Hey girl---friend, what is wrong with you today, you look awful?” Meg asks.

“Meg, can you get me Rowena, I need someone to perform a pregnancy test for me?”

“You think you might be…”

“Yes I might be, can you please…” she begged.

“Sure thing, just sit tight, I’ll be right back.”

 Moments later, after peeing in a cup, Rowena had come back with the results.

“Congrats, someone is expecting!”

“Seriously!” Meg and Y/N asked in excitement.

“You and Dean are wanting kids right?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah, I know we’re not married an all but, I’m in no hurry for a wedding. And I’m ready for kids. Dean’s been having kid fever lately.”

“Shouldn’t it be the girls that have the kid fever?” Meg asked.

“Oh, believe me, I hit kid fever. And it has not let up. I just wonder how Tremor will be for when I do have kids and bring them home?”

“Just got to keep them on a leash, but Bassets are really good with kids.” Rowena says.

An alarm in the nurses station goes off.

“What’s that?” Y/N asks.

“Well ever since that earthquake, we had another radio in the station, something from the USGS. It warns us if there’s been an earthquake. And it looks like a small one just outside of here. Nothing major.” Bobby explained.

“So, Bobby, your last day is tomorrow, what are you gonna do once you retire?” Meg asked.

“Just relax at home with the wife.”

“How is Ellen by the way?” Rowena asked.

“She’s doing good. She’s still working hard at the school. She loves being the principal there. Jo hates it as usual.”

“Yeah, I bet the bullying is rough on her as well.” Y/N says.

“Not really, there were these boys that were picking on her. So, Ellen put them all in detention. Jo for fighting, and the boys for bullying.”

“Nice.” Meg comments.

Moments later an ambulances siren cuts the staff out of their conversation and back to work.

The victims on the stretchers had some serious injuries but their equipment stuck out.

“Wait, where are they from?”

“They were out hiking, a small quake hit.” Said the EMT.

“We were exploring this cool cave, used to be an old gold mine. Then it started to cave in on us.” One of the hikers said in the stretcher.

“Were there more people?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, we had a whole party going through.” The victim said.

“Another squad responded shortly after that small quake, and they went in to rescue some.” Said another EMT.

Her heart dropped at the information.

“What squad?” she dared to ask.

“Squad 51.”

The color drained from her face.

 “Dean, we’re trapped.” Cas says, holding the bleeding on one of the hikers.

“I see that Cas, but this used to be an old Mine, there has to be another entrance or exit somewhere.”

“There’s an couple of exits according to this old map of the mine.” A hiker said, pointing at a map at an intersection in the mine.

Dean went to investigate.

“Closest one is not far from here. I’ll scout ahead to see if it’s safe. If it’s not, we’ll try our hand with these two.” Dean explains.

He goes down one of the paths, turning to the left walking right into a wall of rocks.

“Well, that answers that.” He mutters.

Shit. We’re really trapped down here. He thought.

He heads back to the others.

“Caved in?” Cas asked.

“Caved in.”

“Dean, he’s gonna bleed out if we don’t get him help.”

“You don’t think I know that!”

“Guys!” one of the hikers broke them up.

They heard drilling on the other side.

“They’re gonna try to get us out this way?” the other hiker asked.

The room only had three hikers, one bleeding out, Cas was doing his best to slow the bleeding. The other two hikers were just dirty with a few cuts that Dean managed to clean up and bandage them.

There was a light rumble, some rocks falling from the cave ceiling.

“Oh fuck, this won’t work.” Dean says.

“Why not?” one hiker asked.

“Well, assuming the exits are closed up, whether their caved in or doors of some kind that are shut. And this being the only entrance is sealed shut. Pressure builds up inside of here. They release all that pressure…”

“Explosion?”

Dean nods.

“Either that or this whole mine will collapse. Which ever happens first.”

“Do they know that?”

“I don’t think so.”

 Y/N managed to convince Bobby that she could be of assistance at the mine the hikers were trapped in.

She parked her car near the engine, John couldn’t help but roll her eyes but deep down knew she was just as worried as he was.

“Any word yet on Dean?”

“Nothing yet.”

“John.”

“What?”

“I’m pregnant.”

He gasped. “You’re, how far along?”

“I don’t know, a few months.”

A soft smile spread across his face.

“I’m gonna be a granddad.” He says.

She smiled, tearing up.

“Lets get Dean home.”

“We’re working on it.”

“Wait, are they drilling them out?”

“Yeah, why?”

“John, have you heard of the movie Daylight?”

“Yeah…”

“Think of this as that situation.”

He thought for a moment.

“Oxygen in still a gas, so’s carbon dioxide. A build up of that, and a sudden release…”

“Stop drilling right now!” John ordered.

“What do you mean Winchester?”

“You can cause a whole collapse of the mine, you’re gonna release all the pressure building up in there.”

“What pressure?”

Y/N pressed past John.

“O2 and C02 is still a gas. You’ll be releasing all that gas build up assuming all entrances and exits are sealed shut.”

“Stop drilling!” the captain of the man operating the drill ordered.

The drill pulling away from the rock wall and shutting off.

“Do you have a map of the mine?” Y/N asked.

“One here, why?”

“They’re going to have to find their way out. Hopefully none of the other exits are caved in.”

“John, do you have a radio?”

“Y/N the further in the mine they go…”

“I know John but as long as their on this level I can reach him.”

 “Dean, if your suggesting us moving, how can I move all while keeping pressure on the injury?” Cas asked.

Dean shrugged giving the injury a look to see what Cas could do.

“Dean?” He heard a familiar voice on the radio.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“Helping.” He could hear her smug smile. He couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Babe, do you have a plan?” Y/N asked.

“I want us to see about the other exits but we have a victim bleeding, an artery has been severed.”

“Where at?”

“Right side of his abdomen.”

“Do you have anything to sanitize your hands?”

“Yeah, what do you have in mind?”

“Someone has to clench the artery shut as best as they can, and it is not gonna be pretty.”

“Wait, is she suggesting I stick my hand in the wound?” Cas asked.

“I think so.” Dean says.

“I’ll do it, he’s my brother.” A hiker said.

“Okay, here, use this sanitizer.” Dean says, handing it to him.

“Wash really well.” He adds.

“Dean.”

“We’re working on it.”

“Okay.” The hiker says.

“Okay we’re ready.” Dean says.

“Okay, now, it’s gonna cause him or her a lot of pain, give him or her something to bite on.”

Dean hands him a leather strap. Cas helping him put it in his mouth.

“Think like your pinching a hole shut, find the hole and pinch lightly. Don’t pinch to hard, we just want to stop him from bleeding out.” She instructed.

The hiker did as he was asked.

“What’s your name?” Dean asked him.

“Ben.”

“And your brother?”

“Kaden.”

“Okay, Kaden, you’re gonna be alright. Ben’s just gonna plug the hole.”

Kaden, though wincing and writhing in pain as his brother slowly pushed his fingers into his side, nodded. He let out a strangled yell as his brother continued.

“I think…”

“Trust me it’ll feel different, it’s not like other veins, it’s harder.” Y/N explained.

“Found it!” he says.

“Okay, we got it.” Dean says.

“Okay, you or Cas who ever has him, and do you have someone else in there with you?” Y/N asked.

“There’s two other hikers, they’re fine. The victim and the one hiker are blood relatives. A hiker has his hand in his brother’s side.” Dean communicates to her.

“Okay, then you or the other hiker need to help Cas carry him.”

“She’s a keeper Dean.” Cas comments.

Dean smirks. His girl just loves showing off her skills.

“Okay, what exits are good, do you know yet?”

“There’s one to my left that’s caved in.”

 “Okay, its most like that one.” Y/N says pointing to it on the blueprinted map.

“The one that goes straight ahead goes down, up and around in the mine. The exit looks like Shallow Lake.” Said one of the captains.

“Okay, what about that one?”

“Looks like that path…goes down a ways but splits off into two different parts of the mine. One that caused it to shut down, that vein of the mine is too unstable. And the other path…they look like they never finished. Must have stopped shortly after it shut down.”

“Okay,” she goes. “Dean, go straight and tell me if it’s caved in or not.”

“Okay, going straight ahead.”

 They begin walking down the path, seeing it continuing for a while.

“Looks clear.” Dean begins.

A strangled noise could be heard.

“He’s seizing!” Cas warns.

“He must be going into shock, get his legs up, lets lay him down.” Dean orders.

“Kaden, hang on bro please, hang on!” his brother pleaded.

“He’s turning blue, starting CPR.” Dean says. “Keep your hand in there.”

He grabs his radio.

“Y/N, victim seized due to shock, and is not breathing, starting CPR.”

Dean began doing chest compressions.

 “Why would he be seizing now? Unless he’s lost a lot of blood earlier on?” Y/N wondered.

“Dean, be sure to still apply pressure to the wound.”

“Dean says he knows, and has Cas doing it.” she heard a voice on the radio say. Didn’t belong to Dean or Cas.

 “Shit, Dean, the cut went through, I’m just now seeing it.” Cas says, seeing a cut that was on his back.

“Fuck, that’s why he’s in shock so quickly, lets patch that up, keep pressure.” Dean says as he continues chest compressions before moving on to mouth to mouth.

Cas began working on the wound as best as he could.

“My hand is cramping really bad.”

“I know it is kid, just got to hang in there. It will be the only thing keeping him alive.” Dean says, going back to chest compressions.

Dean checks for breathing after completing a number of chest compressions and mouth to mouth.

“He’s breathing.” Dean sighs. Everyone taking a sigh of relieve.

“Okay, got the wound closed up.”

“Keep pressure, lets keep moving.” Dean says.

“Here you go.” Said the hiker.”

“Thanks kid, what’s your name.”

“Jesse.”

“Thanks Jesse.” Dean says.

“Y/N, we got him back.”

 Everyone at the truck surrounding the map sighed with relief.

“That’s my man.” She sighs.

“Way to go Dean, keep going what do you see?”

“A path leading down, and I see a drop off.”

“Okay, find where their at, a drop off, what?” Y/N says.

“Here, pockets of water, it’s normal. Just tell him to be careful, we want them to avoid hypothermia.”

“Dean, just be careful, could be a pocket of water.”

“10-4”

 They continued down, seeing the drop off. Jesse taking the plunge.

“It’s about a 3 foot drop, it’s not bad.” He says.

Dean jumps down next.

“Okay, hang on, we can’t risk losing Kaden again. Cas, you and Ben sit up there with Kaden, Jesse and I will continue up.”

“Gotchya, be careful Dean.”

“I will.” He says. “Come on Jesse let’s go.”

He grabs his radio to check.

“Y/N, do you copy?”

Nothing but static. He could hear Y/N trying to come through the noise but not very audible.

“Shit, I guess we’re too far down…hang on.” Dean says, running back. Climbing back up.

“What are you doing?” Cas asks.

“Y/N do you copy?”

“I do now, Dean, what’s your plan now?”

“Radio silence, Cas is staying back with the victim. Me and the other hiker are continuing forward.”

“Okay, what’s the status of the victim before you leave.”

Cas grabs the radio.

“He’s stable now, we had found another deep cut, possibly an exit wound like he was impaled by something.”

“Okay, keep pressure and keep his legs up. Do what you can okay?”

“10-4 Y/N.”

“Is she a nurse or something?” Ben asks.

“Yeah, an RN at Rampart Emergency.”

“Cool.”

Dean takes the radio.

“Babe, I’ll see you on the other side.”

“Okay, and babe, to add further drive, I’m pregnant.”

Dean almost drops the radio.

“Wh-what, Really?”

“Yes, really, your gonna be a dad. Now please be sure you make it out of there in one piece.”

“I promise babe, I’ll be okay. I love you.”

“Love you too, now lets get these hikers out of there.”

“10-4, out.”

“Out.”

 Y/N sat there, waiting anxiously. It didn’t take long for her to begin pacing.

“Y/N, please, settle down, he’s gonna be okay.”

“It’s been too long John; he has to be out about now.”

“Where’d you say that exit leads too?” Gabe asks. not taking it anymore.

“Down by Shallow Lake why?”

“There’s not an exit there, but an old shut down entrance. Could it be by another lake that’s farther out?”

“I’m sure it says Shallow lake.”

“I’m gonna scout up there, Michael, come with me.” Gabe says.

“Stay safe, take a walkie.” John ordered, tossing them one. Gabe catching it gracefully. Gabe and Michael jogging over the mountain path to the lake to see if they can find their friend.

Y/N stood by her car, her toe tapping against the damp forest ground.

Come on Dean. She prayed.

“Y/N.” She heard on the radio.

Dean’s voice causing her to jump, she nearly dropped the radio.

“Dean, where are you?”

“Look behind you.”

She turned around seeing Dean with a boy in his late teens walking beside him.

“Gabe, Michael come back, he’s here.” Y/N communicated on the radio.

“Damn that was fast.” Gabe says. Y/N rolling her eyes, but blinking the tears away. She starts her way to Dean.

Despite him being dirty, and looking fine, no cuts of any kind anywhere, she jumped up into his arms. Crying against him, hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

“Shh, I’m here baby, I’m here.”

“I’m so happy you’re okay.” She cries.

He plants a kiss on her cheek, as he continues to console her.

“Shh, I’m okay, everything’s okay.”

She says nothing further, but holds him close as the other firefighters and EMT’s follow his path to head in the mines and rescue Kaden and Ben.

 Four months later…

Y/N got off from her shift at the hospital to find Dean at home working on the Impala.

“Dean? What are you doing home?”

“Oh, you didn’t hear I transferred.”

“You…You don’t work at Station 51 anymore?”

“Nope, see you being pregnant had me thinking. I want this kid to grow up with a dad. I don’t him or her worrying if daddy’s coming home, or is daddy safe, whatever it may be.”

She had a big grin on her face when he assumed the baby’s gender.

“So, I transferred, to Rampart hospital. I’m gonna be one of your EMT’s.”

“Oh my god, that’s awesome honey!”

“Yeah, you get to see me as much as you want, and I don’t have to run into fires all the time.”

She laughs. “That’s awesome honey, I’m so happy for you.”

“I knew you would.”

“Also honey, it’s both.”

“What?”

“You said, him or her, it’s actually both.”

“Both…what do you mean both?”

Her grin growing wider.

“Wait, you had your appointment today didn’t you?”

She gave him a nod.

“Are, are you saying…we’re having twins?”

“That is exactly what I’m saying. A boy. And a girl. Twins.”

He mimicked the same grin as he picked her up in his arms.

“I knew it would work.”

“Dean, I have six sets of twins in my family.”

“Or Genetics was on my side.” He adds.

Y/N cackling in laughter.

“I also have something for you, it’s in our room, so if you could just follow me.” He says, taking off into the house ahead of her.

“Dean, your pregnant girlfriend can only move so fast!”

She tries to hurry to follow him only to find him in their room on one knee.

Her heart beating hard against her chest.

“I want to spend forever with you, grow the most amazing and beautiful family with you as their mother and as my wife. Y/N Y/L/N, I love you so much, and I see us growing old together. Y/N will you marry me?”

“Dean Winchester, that has got to be the best proposal I have ever heard in my life!” she says, holding back tears.

She walks up to him, holding her hand out. “Yes, I will marry you.”

He slips on the ring on her finger, getting up to meet her with a loving kiss.

“I can’t wait for those kids to come; I want to have so many kids with you.”

“Okay, slow down Winchester, we’re having two as are first set of kids.”

“I know, but I wonder how many more twins I can knock you up with.” He says kissing her neck.

“You goofy, horny man!” she giggles.

“I’m your goofy horny man.” He says, nipping at her ear.

“That you are.” She says. Meeting his lips in a loving kiss.

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[cyberp-ssy2077]

Cyberparents 2077: A Day in the Life // Part Two: Afternoon (Johnny Silverhand x Female!V)

Part One

Link to AO3!

A/N: Part two is finally here! Google "shopping cart with car" to see tyhe kind of shopping cart V is using. It's a liiiiittle angsty, so I hope I did okay!

“We should have tacos,” Sam opined with great seriousness from her seat in the plastic car that took up the front of the shopping cart.

“Sure, but what kind though? Beef, fish…?” V ventured, scanning the aisles. She was just there to pick up a couple essentials, but her daughter made an extremely compelling suggestion.

“Bleh, no fish!” Sam giggled, tugging on her little steering wheel. “Can we have chicken?”

“Now, that’s an idea,” V smiled, turning the cart towards the back of the store.

As they made their way, collecting items on their list, they inevitably drew attention. To be fair, V was eye-catching enough on her own; with her edgy haircut, riotous hair color, dark lipstick, extensive tattoos, and alluring figure, she was unapologetically alternative and rocking it. When you pair that aesthetic with a child of all things, it’s so seemingly incongruous that it seems nigh-on unnatural, to some.

Of course, when you add Johnny to the mix and all three went out together, it didn’t get any better. Sure, they got fewer comments (likely because Johnny looked like he was ready to cut a bitch at any moment), but the looks they got were still penetrating in their intensity.

V didn’t mind terribly what other people thought, especially the closed-minded people who took issue with how she presented herself. It was beneath her attention. She knew that Johnny definitely didn’t give two shits. What she struggled with, though, was the agony of Sam having to learn how to rise above others’ narrow views and how to react to them. V cast her memory back as they walked through the store, and remembered the first day that there was a real tipping point in Sam’s understanding of the situations they ended up in when they were out as a family.

V and Johnny had been waiting outside Sam’s school, waiting for the bell to ring and for their little girl to run out to them, excited and beaming, as she did every day. They were chatting and joking amongst themselves, Johnny having tucked V into his side with an arm around her waist. As time crept by, it became apparent that the school security guard was shuffling closer in their direction as he stood idly by the school gate that separated the classrooms from the parking lot.

Anyone who knew them knew that V and Johnny were not the type to be intimidated. So, they kept to themselves and ignored the encroaching party, until he was mere feet from them and began clearing his throat noisily. Johnny, in true take-no-shit fashion, raised his chin and looked the man directly in the eye.

“There a problem?”

“I could ask you folks the same thing,” the security guard replied. “There are kids getting out of school soon, so I need you to stop loitering so that parents can pick up their kids.”

Johnny pulled down his aviators and fixed the security guard with a piercing look. “Yeah, and one of those kids is my kid. Once she gets out, we’ll go.”

The guard looked taken aback at this, mentally weighing his options, and he slumped back over to the gate and pulled out his walkie-talkie, glowering at them as he brought the walkie up to his mouth.

“If he causes a fuckin’ scene…” Johnny trailed off. The sharp trilling of the bell rang out not a moment later, and soon enough kids of all ages began pouring out of the gates. V and Johnny scanned the pre-school area, and after a few moments Sam walked out.

The scene played out in slow motion; Sam’s class was led out by her teacher, and the little girl began making her way over to her parents. V glanced back at the security guard. He was no longer sulking at his post, rather walking towards Sam and calling her over once it became apparent where she was headed.

“Are you kidding me?” V asked angrily, pulling away from Johnny and marching over to where her daughter stood with the security guard. As she got closer, she started to hear what he was saying.

“...wait with me until your parents show up, okay? Just want to make sure you’re safe and nothing bad happens to you.”

Johnny had followed her as soon as he connected the dots himself, and he was fuming. “If you don’t get away from my daughter, something bad’s gonna happen to you, pal.”

Hearing her dad’s voice, Sam turned to face him and smiled. She ran over to cling against his leg and he picked her up and held her on his hip; instinctually, he wanted to be closer to her and he knew that if he had her in his hands, there was less chance that this tool would end up with a mouthful of Johnny’s chrome prosthetic in his mouth. For her part, once Sam had digested the expression on Johnny’s face and the tone of his voice, she appeared to be very confused.

Before anything serious happened, Sam’s teacher stepped in and apologized profusely to V and Johnny for the security guard’s over-zealousness. On the way home, Johnny and V had to explain to Sam why someone might assume that she doesn’t belong with them, and it broke V’s heart to see Sam’s eyes so sad. Later that night, Johnny and V sat together, both emotionally drained and contemplative over the events of the day… That wasn’t the first time something like that had happened, and it wouldn’t be the last, but it was the first time that Sam had noticed and asked about it. They were in for a long road ahead of them.

Today in the grocery store, everything seemed to be going well enough until it was time to check out. As V and Sam went through the line, Sam decided to bring up one of her favorite topics of conversation: dyeing her hair. She wanted badly to have “pretty hair” like her mom, but so far Johnny and V had held off on doing that for her due to the dark color of her locks; in order to achieve any notable change, her raven-black hair would have to be bleached. Despite their own views on self-expression and rebellion, both Johnny and V were holding off a bit when it comes to going that far with their child. In the meantime, they had the secret agreement that they would get her some hair chalk for her next birthday so that she could still join in the fun.

“I wish my hair had pretty colors,” Sam sulked, looking up at her mom with big eyes. “Me and Estrella both want pretty colors.”

Estrella was Jackie and Misty’s little girl, and Sam’s partner in crime. The two of them were thick as thieves and twice as mischievous, and of course they were universally adored by their parents and their parents’ friends. They went to the same school, despite being separated into different classes, and they both took martial arts classes together.

“What are you talking about? Your hair is a pretty color,” V said, tickling Sam’s sides as she climbed out of the cart. She noticed that the woman behind them in line was giving them a curious look, but it wasn’t outright hostile yet so V put it out of her mind. She began checking out, going through the motions of swiping her card and loading bags back into the cart.

“I want my hair to be purple!” Sam declared, smiling big. “I want it to be purple all over, like in my room!” Purple was Sam’s current color obsession, so it was not news to V that it was also the choice for her future hair color.

“That sounds pretty cool, I bet you’ll look awesome,” V replied, brimming with affection.

An intrusive voice piped up from behind them.

“You look rather young, so I’ll give you this advice: parents shouldn’t encourage such things. You never know what she’ll be asking for next.”

V pasted on her fakest smile. “Thanks, but I didn’t ask for your advice.” Ready to leave, V quickly sat Sam in the traditional shopping cart seat, facing her, and looked to make her escape. Before she got too far, Sam’s little voice piped up.

“I think you would look very nice with pink hair, ma’am,” Sam chirped, grinning toothily. The woman blustered, clearly not having a response. V couldn’t help herself, laughing out loud as they left the store. She’d have to tell Johnny about that one later, he’d get a kick out of it.

The drive to drop Sam off was rather uneventful, and Sam was bouncing in her seat by the time V put the car in park. As soon as she was let out of the car, she shot off like a rocket to the front door, with V trailing behind. By the time V got up to the porch, her perceptive (or precognitive?) friend had already let Sam in with a smile and was offering a greeting to V.

“How’s it going? You’re glowing, having a good day?” Misty asked dreamily, examining V as she handed over Sam’s dojo/overnight bag.

“Yeah, something like that,” V laughed. “We’ve had a good day so far. How are you doing?”

Misty shrugged. “Can’t complain. Star’s been bouncing off the walls all day, you’d think she didn’t just see Sam yesterday,” she said, a light smile playing on her lips.

“All right, well mine and Johnny’s cells should be on if anything comes up. I’ve got groceries in the car so I’ve gotta run, but see you tonight!”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Misty replied, glancing over her friend once more with a knowing smile. “You gonna tell him tonight?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” V replied, a massive grin betraying her words. As she hopped in the car and started to drive home, she started to feel a tingling excitement grow within her. Now, just to get through the rest of the afternoon and the evening would come soon enough.

Part Three

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[gwynposting]

All Along the Watchtower (Ch. 3)

This story takes place after the “All Along the Watchtower” ending of Cyberpunk 2077, so spoilers ahead.

NSFW chapter ahead~

AO3 Link | Ch. 1 | Ch. 2

Panam was never one for being able to hide her emotions, and the attempted smile betrayed by the rest of her cringing features gave testament to it. Cassidy, on the other hand, looked upon V with amusement. 

“Yeah, uh,” V started with an awkward cough, “guess the rockerboy part of Johnny didn’t overwrite my brain yet.” She stared down at Cassidy’s borrowed guitar with a tinge of blush on her cheeks before handing it back to him. 

“Well anytime you want to start learnin’, give me a holler,” Cassidy said with amusement as he set the guitar in his lap and plucked away at an idling tune. 

V smiled in appreciation and turned to Panam, “So, what’s the plan for tomorrow anyhow?”

Panam leaned forward, the fire in her eyes sparking. “We’re meeting up with a contact of ours that’s worked with us and other Aldecado families in the past - Bryce Bane. We’ve used Bryce as our point of contact for operations in the Tucson area in the past - we figure it’s a good idea to help get general intel as well as see how we can help solve your problem.”

V nodded along, “And we can trust this Bryce?” 

Panam scoffed, “Could you trust Rogue?” 

V grimaced in recognition. “Only after convincing her a 50 year old terrorist from her glory days was trapped inside my head.”

“So unless you got another cyberpsycho inside your noggin’, I wouldn’t get too friendly with them.” Panam could see the disappointment creep along V’s face - she was rather decent at hiding it, but the subtle quiver of the lip always gave her away. “But,” she resumed, “with all the gear we’ve gotten from the Arasaka raid, it’d be hard to say no to a fresh load of biz coming their way.” 

“Right…” V hesitated. “Okay. So - who, when, and where?”

Cassidy let out a chortle, “Mitch wasn’t kiddin’ about you city slickers.”

V smirked, giving her forehead a few taps, “I blame the ticking time bomb in my head.” 

Panam broke in, “We’re due to meet them around noon, on the western side of the city outskirts. Now, I don’t have reason to suspect they’ll pull anything, but it never hurts to come prepared. V, you’ll be accompanying me to the meet while Cassidy, Mitch, and Carol provide overwatch.”

“All eggs in one basket, hmm?” Carol interjected, sizing up the roster for this mission.

“More like this is our first meet with this city and I need to make sure we get off on the right foot. And that means no itchy or jumpy triggers. I know I can count on the vets for that.” Panam looked around the table to mixed reactions. “With that being said,” she continued, “I want to perform some reconnaissance of the area so we can set up 3 separate areas of vision around the meeting place. That means we’ll be setting out early tomorrow - around sunrise - to set up. 

“Mitch, V?” she gestured towards each respectively, “You two are going to drive out today and use the drone to do some recon. Note the terrain in the area and try to find overlooks that give a good view of the entire meeting sight as well as any paths to the area.”

V and Mitch made eye contact and nodded in agreement. “We’ll set out right away then,” Mitch said.

Panam smiled and nodded in affirmation, “Excellent. We’ll reconvene later tonight when you two return and go over the finer details.”

“Preem. Anything else?” V asked.

Panam shook her head, “Nope, that’s it. Just lemme know when you two get to the site.”

“Yes, mom,” V smirked, and Mitch failed to suppress his own smile. Panam shot her a deadpan look of annoyance. 

Mitch and V broke off and made their way over to the mechanics station. The Aldecados had set up shop in an abandoned warehouse of some sort - its floor had been picked clean so there hadn’t been much cleanup required at all. But now, it housed the mighty Basilisk, along with the plethora of other vehicle repair necessities.

Mitch pointed to one of the corners, “Drone case is over there. I’ll grab a couple battery cases just in case.”

“What for?” V asked.

“Well, never know if we might need to use the active camo when we get there. And if we do, I’d rather we be able to get a full scan of the area. Not cut corners, y’know?”

“Good thinking,” V said with a huff as she lifted the hefty clamshell in her arms.

Mitch made his way back over, battery packs slung around his shoulder, and together they set off to their ride. 

“How well do you know this Bryce?” V asked.

“As well as you know any fixer in Night City, really.” Mitch responded with a gruff. He was set to leave it at that, but looked over to V’s expectant face. “We didn’t have a particularly contentious past, it’s just been quite a while, and well... we’re runnin’ blind right now. A lot can change in 3 years.” 

V felt the gnawing of doubt creep back into her mind, despite her best efforts to keep it suppressed. The last thing she needed right now was to fall into despair before they even tried their first option. But even the existence of those lingering thoughts sent worry through her, every setback felt so severe and her mental health so weak, like fractured porcelain held in place by glue. A vace drifting through the air in slow motion, desperate for someone to catch her before she reaches the harsh and unyielding floor below.

Mitch seemed to be able to read the apprehension of V’s face, “But hey, we worked with some great techies back in Tucson. If they don’t know what to do, then they sure know someone who will.” 

A shaky smile formed on her face, but hopeful words did little to soothe her anxiety. But she didn’t have much time to ruminate over her thoughts as they pulled up to Mitch’s ride. They took turns loading their equipment onto the bed before climbing inside the cabin.

“Alright then, let’s get this started,” Mitch stated with finality. 

** 

V slung the canteen over her shoulder and let it rattle to the floor with a clank. She whinged at the sharp sound but was far too tired to react. It felt as if her entire body had a layer of dirt, like a second layer of skin. Yet all in all, it had been a very uneventful day, and she liked it that way. Though, she couldn’t say the same thing for tomorrow, whatever that would hold. V had been used to working with fixers in the past, but this time it was different. She wasn’t some solo anymore, money and fame the only thing on the mind. She was part of a family once more, her clan. When things went wrong, everybody had to suffer the consequences for it, whether physical or emotional. She had everyone else to think about. She had - 

Judy. V smiled as she saw the soft hue of blue light bleed through the cracks of the garage door. She shrugged off her jacket and hung it on the coat rack, pausing as she flexed and stretched her stiff limbs. In a similar fashion she shuffled off the boots from her feet.

V made her way over to the garage to poke her head in, but stayed silent as she saw Judy sitting in her desk chair, BD wreath wrapped around her head. But something caught V’s eye - many things, really. Judy’s hands clenched the armrests of her editing chair, her thighs pressed together as her legs writhed small motions back and forth. Her chest rose up and down with deep breaths, and the skin visible from the cut of her shirt was painted a deep blush.

V was about to raise an eyebrow in concern, but was interrupted by a soft mew that escaped Judy’s lips, followed by a much lower moan. V chuckled in response, Couldn’t wait for me it seems, she thought to herself. Deciding it wasn’t the best for her to interrupt Judy’s alone time while filthy, V made her way to the bathroom to wash away what she imagined were kilograms of sand and dirt from her body.

Of the few comforts she had gotten used to in Night City, hot water would have been one of the highest. The Bakkers had raised her through the traditional nomad lifestyle, but clearly she had softened up in a few ways. Shivers shot down her back as the cold water began rushing over her body, washing away the caked dirt and leaving goosebumps behind. 

V was meticulous when it came to cleaning, especially with her cybernetic implants. She gave extra care to clean the creases and ports of her mantis blades. She had never had a problem with them so far, and she planned to keep it that way. It had been a recurring fear of hers that some mechanism would fail her when she needed them most - whether they failed to open properly, or extended on their own without command. In those moments she could almost hear Panam rage at her tombstone for being stupid enough to let something like routine maintenance lead to her downfall.

Just as she finished rinsing the suds from her hair, she heard the bathroom door open and close. She turned her head to see Judy rolling her panties down her legs, bra already discarded on the floor. Without a word, Judy climbed inside and pressed V against the shower wall, capturing her lips with her own. Her hands betrayed her neediness as they traveled along V’s skin and down to her ass, roughly taking hold of each cheek. V yelped in surprise at the onslaught, but quickly gave in. V’s hands, momentarily idle, found new life as they began to roam up along Judy’s curves, coming to rest upon her cheeks. 

Judy paused and broke away, leaving both of them panting for breath. They looked into each others’ eyes, lidded and wanting. “Didn’t hear you come home,” Judy breathed.

“Didn’t want to interrupt your fun,” V smirked, “plus, I felt gross.” 

Judy’s hands began shifting, creeping around V’s front, “Probably woulda jumped your bones anyways.” 

V’s response was cut short by her own sharp exhale as Judy ran a hand along her hardening shaft. Judy bit her own lip in smug satisfaction as she felt V’s desire manifest within her grasp, before leaning back in, breathing warmth on chilled skin, and taking V’s lip between her teeth. The two came together once more as their lips interlocked, broken apart only through momentary calls for air or teasing bites. Judy’s hand began tender strokes, back and forth, along V’s length. Judy couldn’t help the butterflies that poured through her as she felt V’s hips begin to thrust ever so slightly - signs of a woman too pent up for her own good.

But Judy also felt that need, and it was quickly tended to. V’s curious hands traveled downwards until they reached Judy’s waiting sex. Her fingers teased along Judy’s entrance, lightly brushing over her clitoris. Judy flexed under her touch, her thirst finally given life. But V, not one to tease at the moment, deftly inserted two fingers and began to give slow, languid thrusts. A flare of pride rushed through V as Judy began to push into her grasp, grinding her clit against the palm of V’s hand. 

Each needy thrust and flex spurred the other on, as they fed off each other's need and want, pressing into each other, grasping, thrusting, their pace increasing with every shaky breath. Their kiss became sloppy and unfocused, disrupted through their descent into pleasure. The drone of the shower head and the cool of the pouring water faded into the back of their minds - all that mattered was their touch. 

Judy hovered over V’s lips, to whisper, “V-” as if but a gasp. V closed the distance once more and captured Judy’s lips as she came undone beneath her. Shivers radiated through Judy’s body as V’s fingers coaxed her through her orgasm. V’s free hand brought Judy closer, pressing her against V’s body for support as she came. Judy broke their kiss and slumped her head into the crook of V’s neck, her moans becoming muffled. 

But her comedown didn’t slow Judy’s pace - if anything, it increased her fervor. As she regained her footing, Judy changed tactics. Instead, she focused along V’s erogenous zones, kissing and leaving love marks along V’s jaw and neck to below her ear, stroking to the tune of the heady thrusts that met her hand. 

V was holding on, prolonging her suffering, until she heard Judy plead, “Please V -” and she came undone. With each stroke V shivered, her hips spasmed unpredictably and unpracticed, almost fucking the hand wrapped around her throbbing length. Each release brought haughty gasps that sent fire through Judy. 

With one final languid squeeze, V nigh collapsed on top of Judy. “Woah there,” Judy helped lean V back against the shower wall.

V returned the smile, albeit weary, before leaning in to give Judy one last kiss, “Couldn’t stop thinking about this all day.”

“My my, what a pervert~” Judy floated.

V snorted, “Says the one sending me nudes mid-op,”

“Details V, details,” Judy reached for the soap once more. “Think we need to get cleaned back up, hmm?” 

“And then we go straight to bed,” V concluded.

“Right. Bed.” 

#cyberpunk 2077 #judy alvarez #judy x v #v x judy #female v #AATW

[luvreyn]

Manhwa List (2019) pt. 2

Here’s the part 2 of what I’ve been reading so farrr. These are all recommended and are reads that cleanse my poor soul 

This Villainess Wants a Divorce!

Summary:

We all hate the greedy villains hell-bent on sabotage. Enter Carnelia Easter, the awful secondary villainess of the romance I’m reading, who trapped the prince in marriage at the behest of the evil empress. I didn’t shed a tear when her head’s lopped off, but now I’m Carnelia! I gotta play this smart and convince him to divorce me instead! Still, between the prince, the empress, the heroine, the second prince, my terrible health... this story’s getting unpredictable. Will I survive after all?

THOUGHTS & WHY READ THIS:

- plot - 4/5 

- battle of power between the first prince and the empress with the mc being in between (the emperor just stays out of it for the most part)

- artstyle = 4/5 

- BLUSHING CEASAR 

- CEASAR IS A POOR INNOCENT BOI 

- SMOL BOII TRAP IN A BIG BODY

- CANA IS PRETTY 

- characters are pleasing to the eyes especially my dear ethan 

- G R A C Y IS A QUEEN (YES GO GET THAT POWER)

- CANA X GRACY 

- CEASAR AND CANA

- noah being a good brother is making me cryy

- NO CANA CEASAR WONT DIVORCE YOU

- “HOW CAN I NOT LIKE YOU WHEN YOU’RE TRYING SO HARD TO HELP ME” OKAY OKAY

- the brother of the empress is also hot

- the butler/attendant/whatever of the empress is mysterious and who doesnt love a little mystery? hehehe

- CEASAR IS A GOOD BOI I SAID WHAT I SAID

- BASICALLY CEASAR BEING A BLUSHING TOMATO IS ONE OF THE REASONS WHY I’M READING THIS

Doctor Elise: The Royal Lady with the Lamp

Summary:

Dr. Song, the youngest professor at the leading College of Medicine in Korea, was a royal brat of a princess in her previous life. But just as she's about to meet an untimely death over the ocean, she wakes up as Princess Elise once again?! Enlightened with the medical knowledge of a master surgeon, is this her chance to mend her past relationships and heal an ailing empire, or is fate sealed to repeat itself?

THOUGHTS & WHY READ THIS:

- a character who knows their evil doings before and wants to change for the better? check

- redemption story of the mc who did evil things that cost her life before

- beautiful beautiful characters

- E L I S E x L I N D E N

- the brothers of the mc are hot 

- M I C H A E L 

- PLOT = 3.5/5 so many med stuff that i find interesting but also make my head hurts 

- you’ll learn about med here a lot (idk if it’s accurate but maybe??)

- art style = 4/5

- so many cute moments between characters so ready your heart 

- light read if you want to be happy and not stressed over politics and stuff like that

A Talented Maid

Summary:

As Maurina, she's on the run as the last of her kingdom’s royal line. Disguised as Marie, she is just a maid, serving the victorious empire. She’s never been very good at anything, so when she's told to make a wish, she asks for the ability to help others and bring them happiness. Now as visions of brilliant and skilled people fill her dreams, she’s imbued with a bounty of abilities perfectly suited for any dilemma. But will her secrets last as the crown prince seeks out both Maurina and Marie?

THOUGHTS & WHY READ THIS:

- same author as doctor elise

- PLOT = 3/5 (for now cause we’re not in the fun parts yet??)

- art style = 10/5 tbh i love the art style of this compared to the others idk why

- marie is love marie is life 

- R A E L 

see what i mean??!?!

- rael being a fair and just prince is beautiful

- ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE GOOD LOOKING

- marie doing her best to help other ppl 

- rael being ‘aware’ of marie is wonderful

- BASICALLY RAEL AND MARIE MUST BE PROTECTED DO NOT HURT THEM

- light read you’re gonna get stress whether or not she’ll get caught by the prince

Lady Evony 

Summary: 

Accused of being a witch and a murderer, Evony’s imprisoned. For years, she awaits the day of her execution, her back bearing scars from beatings inflicted by the guards who despise her. But one day, she is granted her freedom and placed into the guardianship of Grand Duke Schneider. Warmed by his doting staff and under his admiring tutelage, she regains her strength and becomes the wild card in an intricate game of power. With nothing to lose, will Evony orchestrate a new future for the empire?

THOUGHTS & WHY READ THIS:

- gosh shows how unfair the society is to women

- MY EBONY NEEDS A HUG (lemme hug you)

- S O C I A L R E L E V A N C E

- the employees treating her nicely and like a human being

- shows the unfair justice system

- basically shows how unfair it is for women i already said it but it’s really unfair

- plot = 4/5 (there’s only few chapters but so far so good)

- art style = 3.5/5

- archduke being an open-minded and sympathetic person is everything 

- E B O N Y WILL FIGHT FOR HER RIGHTS JUST SO YOU WAIT YOU UNFAIR SOCIETY

False Confession

Summary:

"I think I’ve fallen for you." With a single drunken confession, Renesha's plans to live a comfortable and uneventful life were shattered. Somehow she confessed her love to the wrong man: the Grim Reaper of the Battlefield, Duke Cavert Willard! It's the worst thing to happen to her since she woke up in this fantasy universe and discovered her divine powers. In the midst of a war with a neighboring country, Renesha must balance her duties as a healer with her feelings for two alluring knights. When romance blooms on the battlefield, who will be victorious in the battle for Renee's heart?

THOUGHTS & WHY READ THIS:

- hilarous start hahaha

- plot is interesting (still has 2 chapters but yeah i can tell it’s good)

- cabel is love

- art style = 6/5 i just love the way they drew these charactersss

- ELVIS???

- C A B E L

- cabel being sly person knowing what he wants

- poor reneshaaaa

#manhwa #canaria x cesar #survive as the hero's wife #cabel x rene #rael x marie #rael x morina #shoujo #manhwa recommendation #princesssehunnalist #Doctor Elise: The Royal Lady with the Lamp #lady evony #This Villainess Wants a Divorce! #a talented maid #reyn.manhwarecs #false confession

[sunwoork]

mila & sunwoo reporting for duty !! okay so true story i’m writing this as my acceptance is getting posted ... and you guys’ welcome messages are popping in like crazy ?? you guys are fast ... i’m shook ! anyways, it’s so nice to meet you all ! i am mila, and i was here for a v v short time before w another muse but it was so uneventful we’re gonna skip over it lmao ? anywho !

the star of the show is mr. kim sunwoo, our film student at k-arts who eats food and gets  scared in his free time ! if i’m being honest he .... doesn’t know what he’s doing at all, literally at all, but that’s what character development’s for !! i’m gonna put some info about him down below, and click for his profile, bio, socials, and the saddest plots page i have ever seen in life ( i had 5 minutes ok it’s a wip .... more is coming i promise >.< ) but anywho i’m excited to meet all of you and i will stop talking all of your ears off !! oh yeah ... and like this to plot with me !

i’m gonna quite literally skip over all his backstory because it sums it all up in the bio and if i start then i’ll never stop !! 

but as a VERY short summary, sunwoo’s mom gave him up almost immediately after he was born because she was young & didn’t think she could care for him, sunwoo bounced through the system before eventually being placed with his permanent home & now adoptive mother, kim hyejin !!

and him being left as a kid & getting bounced from foster home to foster home really left a toll on him, and now he really craves clear acceptance and affection ?

sidenote kim hyejin is actually quite older, in her mid-60′s, so she looks more like his grandma than mom ?? which is ... confusing to a lot of people a lot of the time, and he gets tired of the questions but loves her to death ! i’m also so making it canon she looks like moon sook the actress because .... a BEAUTY ?? we stan aging gracefully !!!

he’s also hesitant to call her mom bc he has this undying faith he’ll reunite w his mother, even now so you’ll see him bounce between calling her mom & ms. kim !!

but not to spoil anything sunwoo will discover later but uh ... his relationship w his mom won’t be restored, at least not in the way he wants :((

but onto general sunwoo things !!

( and as a general note, if i refer to his “mom”, i’m referring to his adoptive mom, hyejin kim, unless stated otherwise ! i don’t want to confuse you guys ! )

creator of the channel “scream cuisine”, where he eats food while telling scary stories / conspiracy theories, and gives commentary !! definitely a paranormal enthusiast, with the unbothered energy of shane from buzzfeed unsolved w the hyperactivity of ryan ?? starting his channel def got him into making videos & he’s loved it ever since !

but more than anything, his biggest love is writing ! has a little personal blog where he writes random things spanning from poems to kpop album reviews lmao !! he wanted to be a journalist, but got into k-arts on the biggest whim ever after they apparently liked his video submission ?? so was like ok ... for now we’ll go with that !!

so currently he’s attending k-arts, and honestly finds it quite weird because he doesn’t really fit in w the passion a lot of the other students have for film ?? some of them are like v intense about it while he just sort of does it bc it’s fun ??

inherited a variety of skills from his mom ! these include painting, gardening, cooking, and a love for music ! so he can dabble a bit in all of them ! he’s honestly an overgrown grandma if we’re being honest, it’s what he gets for being raised a generation behind everyone else his age

he actually does love to sing !! ballads more than anything in terms of things he sings himself, but loves jamming to upbeat pop songs more than most things in this world !! he has a softer / higher voice, and though he has a really nice tone he has no professional training so he’s sort of just ... out here doing him ??

and see !!! this is the problem ! if you couldn’t tell already sunwoo literally has a thousand interests, and small talents, but none that really are screaming out at him ?? so his lack of intense passion for something is really frustrating ! he hasn’t been able to find himself yet and is constantly upset at himself for it.

if he knows you, sunwoo KNOWS you - he’ll be super friendly, always talking, etc !! though surprisingly, if sunwoo doesn’t know you he can become super introverted ? not because he doesn’t want to talk, but he is just more conscious of how he presents himself to you !

sunwoo def has chaotic tik tok boy energy ... he has been left with his phone for too long and his brand deteriorated bc of it ... i apologize if he just starts doing tik tok dances or makes weird references in the middle of serious convos it’s his coping mechanism

he does have a rbf but it’s so misleading ?? like this man is SUCH  a soft boy and yet when he is zoning out he’s like  😡 but then u talk to him and he’s like  😊 

also romance wise, he loves tsundere boys and strong-minded girls that are older than him ?? do i know why ?? i do not !! it just happened this way

he’s honestly so supportive, will stan everyone ?? and when i mean everyone, i mean yes even your random muse who walks past him one time without saying anything ?? he just has developed a v empathetic and loving personality despite his circumstance, and honestly kinda because of it ??

he loves video games, but unfortunately, he’s literally terrible on them ?? tried being a twitch gaming streamer before being gifted $1 by someone, only to have them send a message being like “u suck” so he was like ok wrong choice !!!

if i had to say the chance of sunwoo realizing his potential to be an idol, i would say 3.21%!!!! lmAO listen as much as he likes singing, and he likes attention, he just ... hasn’t really connected the dots ? he’d be the type to audition for fun but like ? he also does a lot of other things for fun he’s really not considering it as a thing for real yet ??

but !! he is about to start taking dance classes because he’s trying to lose this college weight so if anyone wants to help him or join him on this journey be our guest !!

oh !!! right he has a pomeranian named banana, but he calls her nana, and when i tell you this dog is his pride and joy he will never be prouder of anything more than he will be the day he adopted her ??? she’s 2, a diva, and bites him at least a few times a day but if you ask him he’ll say that’s her love language !!!

speaking of love ... phew this man is a lovebug !! goes though crushes like the flu - it comes fast, it hits him hard, and then goes away just like that. chances are if you know him he’s had a crush on you at some point of time or still do ? don’t worry i promise he won’t make it awkward !

anyway i feel like this was an overload of very chaotic information but sunwoo’s an incredibly chaotic overload of energy so !! very in character of me if i do say so myself ... i’m gonna let sunwoo speak for himself and hopefully we can get something going !! i’ve been so excited to bring him here & have been doing a lot of work so i hope he’s taken to well here !! i can’t wait to meet your muses :’))

[daemongal]

Eyes on me

V x reader, NSFW, Lemon, possessiveness.

So this one was requested by @amofbebbanburg a while ago. So sorry it took so long but I’m finally done! Hope it was worth the wait! Enjoy a bit of hate/sexual tension between our poet and the reader!

Anyone who was even remotely involved in the devil hunting business, knew who Dante was. He was a legend in the community.

And you were his partner.

He said he saw something in you. Although you were human, you had guts. You were ballsy and had a zeal for life although you weren’t afraid to risk it for the sake of smashing demons to a pulp. You spent a good portion of your time together and although you weren’t romantically involved with him, you idolised him and you were fiercely protective of him.  

So when you entered Devil May Cry that day, to see an unrecognisable figure clothed in black hunched over Dante’s desk, your stomach jolted. You immediately drew your twin swords and began towards the man in question, stopping after only a few steps to absorb the sight you saw. Dante was... smiling. In fact he looked overjoyed.  

He held one of the strangers thin arms in his hands, looking in awe at the swirls of tattoos stretched over them, commenting on how “gnarly" they were and tracing them with his fingers in fascination. Your fists clenched around your weapons as you slowly returned them to their sheathes. The mysterious man chuckled at Dante’s statement, his voice so deep it made you shudder.  Who was he, why was he here and why was Dante having such fun in his presence?  

You didn’t like him.  

You knew nothing about the tattooed gentleman in front of you but you knew that much. You stepped forward with deliberately heavy feet, causing Dante to look up at you in surprise, as if he hadn’t noticed your presence before. No response from the other, in fact he didn’t even move his eyes in acknowledgement of your existence.

“Oh hey babe!” Dante exclaimed, grin beaming on his face.  That’s right, you thought, flash that grin my way. “Perfect timing! I’d like to introduce the newest member of our group. (Y/N), this is V.” He gestured towards the gentleman.

Newest…member?

His head finally turned, his gaze piercing from green eyes as a smirk stretched up his right cheek. He put his arm across his chest and bent slightly in a mock bow, eyes never leaving yours. “The pleasure is all mine.” The words rolled off his tongue in a slightly sarcastic tone.

“Charmed.” You responded abruptly, before you turned to look back at Dante. “Could I maybe have a word,” you turned back to look at V to see him pulling out a book from his jacket pocket, oblivious to your glances, “in private.” He opened the book up, smirking once more as he walked towards the stairway, swirling what appeared to be a cane in his other hand nonchalantly.

“Now now, play nice.” Dante’s words drew your eyes back to him.

“Newest member?” You questioned. “What good is a twink like him going to be on the battlefield? The demons will use him like a toothpick; surely he’ll just get in the way?” You spoke quieter, but still loud enough that you knew V would hear.  

“Hey, don’t look at me. He came on Morrison’s personal recommendation, and you know he’s a helluva good judge of character considering he’s the reason you’re here.” He poked you affectionately in the chest. You couldn’t deny that Morrison had an eye for the elite. He’s always picked the best and never fails to find you and Dante the best jobs. For the first time though, you were doubting his judgement. “And anyway,” Dante continued, breaking you from your daze, “you’ll  get to see soon enough. Got a job lined up for us all this evening. Think of it as a group bonding session.” You huffed loudly in protest.  

“Why do we need anyone else? You, me, Trish, lady, Nero; we got this. There’s never been a job that we haven’t been able to do.” You shifted on the spot, kicking your feet against the desk in an act of petulant defiance.  

I like it just being you and me, was what you wanted to say, but you couldn’t bring yourself to utter the words. You turned your head to look back towards where V was stood and, to your surprise he was no longer there. Your eyes darted around the room before a shrill, undignified shriek left your throat, as his breath caught against your ear.

“No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.” He laughed from the depths of his throat at your reaction, as you hopped away defensively, face flushed with what you could only assume was anger as he closed the book with one hand in a smooth motion. “It seems your keen senses I’ve heard so much about leave little to be desired.”  

You opened your mouth to retort, but stopped yourself as your eyes were drawn to his arm, noticing that his tattoos had… changed? No, it was more like there were less of them than before, outlines left where thick black ink once was. The hair on your arms stood on end as you felt something brush against your leg. You drew your swords again as you turned on whatever it was, ready to attack; Until you heard that laugh again. He was toying with you now.  

You relaxed your posture and looked down to see the back end of what looked like a giant panther, walk slowly towards V and curl around his legs. It’s coat was the most eerily dark black you’d ever seen, and markings not dissimilar to his tattoos glowed infrequently against its fur.

“Impressive eh?” Dante interjected, noticing your reaction. “And she’s the quiet one. Just wait till you meet the glorified chicken.” You knew there’d be some sort of catch, an ace up the man’s sleeve, but this was something else.

You sheathed your weapons once again. “Is that… a demon?” You had to ask, although you hated that fact that your curiosity was peaked.  

“In the flesh.” V answered. At that, the demon gazed up directly into your eyes, rearing back as if to pounce at you. You tensed as its teeth bared, then suddenly it dissipated, almost melting into the ground before turning to a thick smoke that rose towards V and disappeared into his skin. His tattoos had returned to normal, squirming ever so slightly against his skin. You couldn’t help but find yourself stare, as your mind processed what just happened.

“It would appear that she likes you.” You couldn’t see it, but you could hear the smirk on his lips, as he leisurely strolled past you to lean against the desk, resting his cane down on the surface and crossing his arms across his chest. You huffed again, feeling irritated by how much control he felt he had over the current situation.

“So,” Dante started, breaking the tension, throwing his feet up onto his desk loudly “this job. Morrison’s been tipped off that a hell gate’s going to open on the other side of town tonight. No idea what’s gonna come out of it so we’re kinda going in blind. Area’s already evacuated, Lady and Trish saw to that so we should be good to go all out!” He stretched his arms out in front of him, cracking his knuckles as he looked your way. “You up for it?” He grinned and winked suggestively.

You smirked back at him, quickly drawing and stabbing one of your swords into the desk, in the gap between his legs. “What do you think?”

___________________

The journey was pretty uneventful and mostly just involved you making idle conversation with Dante, displaying to the newcomer just how close you both were. You also had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting the “glorified chicken" Dante told you about. You assumed he and V shared similar feelings towards you as from the moment he met you, he couldn’t help but throw cheesy insults at you like they were going out of fashion. You’d tried shooting him out of the sky on multiple occasions but he would always manage to dodge around the bullets. The one time you actually came close enough to ruffle his feathers, he retreated back onto V's tattoos before contact was made. At least he’ll be quiet now you had thought.

The job began without a hitch. You arrived with enough time to prepare and, as you had been advised, there wasn’t a person in sight. You couldn’t help but be impressed by what Trish and Lady could accomplish when the stakes were high.  

Right on cue, the Hell Gate opened. The first few waves came as standard; Empussa, Hell Caina and  a few hellbats; Easy. You were human, and you were very aware of it. You had freaky demon healing gems to thank for your survival so far, that and the awesome devil arms that you had on loan from Dante. He knew you had amazing combat instincts and skills and was always impressed with your acrobatic ability, but it was painfully obvious from your many spars with him that you lacked the strength to cut through demon carapace. Luckily, he had plenty of weapons which cut through it like butter.  

You were fighting with a bit more panache than normal today, trying your best to show V what you were made of. You could see him glancing over at you, smirking as he commanded his demons to gouge and slice his enemies; Which they did, with extreme prejudice. If he didn’t irritate you so much, you would have complimented him on his teamwork with his familiars, shadow and griffon as you had come to learn. The way griffon was always there for him when he needed to retreat from an oncoming attack, or the way shadow launched demons into the air with his scythe like tail, for V to throw himself with immense speed towards them, finishing them off with his cane. You wouldn’t have believed it possible for someone to fight this way before today, before seeing it with your own eyes.  

“Hey (Y/N)! Watch your six!” You heard Dante shout, snapping you from your thoughts as you dashed to the side to avoid a downward strike from a Hell Caina’s scythe from behind you. Focus, you told yourself. It wasn’t like you to get distracted, yet this was the second time today you’ve been caught off guard. You turned and deflected the next strike with your swords, before ducking and stabbing both swords into the demons torso, before pushing them outwards, cleaving it in two.  

You saw another nearby weakened by Dante’s gunfire. You ran towards it and readied a sweep to finish it off before V appeared in front of you, sticking his cane between its eyes to finish it off before turning to you.  

“Too slow little mouse.” He mocked, before Griffon swooped in laughing, grabbing V by the arm.  

“Score one for Shakespeare!” He flew with him in tow, returning to battle. Tsk, you clicked, “Don’t get in my way.” You muttered under your breath irritably, before chasing after him.  

The larger demons began pouring in now, signalling the end of the wave. You returned to Dante’s side and helped him deal with 2 Empussa Queens. This was what you loved, fighting side by side with the legendary demon hunter. This was how it always was and always has been. You were about to deliver the final blow before V shot past your vision, dragging his cane down the final Queen’s abdomen, causing a pained squeal from the demon, before it turned to dust.

“Impressive. Knew there was more to you than met the eye.” Dante nodded in approval, his praise to the newcomer making your blood boil.

“You can’t just finish it off like that and take all the glory, that was my kill!” You marched towards the leather clad man, weapons in hand.

“You looked weary. I didn’t want you wasting energy unnecessarily. I couldn’t have you passing out on us in the middle of battle now could I, little mouse.” That pet name again.  

“I’m not a little mouse, I’m as capable in battle as you.” Your face was burning, your ears on fire. “I could go like this for hours. You’re the one who looks fragile! Who needs a cane at your age anyway?” Why does he get under my skin so much? Just stop, you were battling yourself in your own mind.

“Listen toots,” Griffon started, “V here hasn’t got much going on in the strength department, but he’s got us! What have you got, some fancy swords?”

“Come and try me chicken! I’ll show you what these fancy swords can-“

You were cut off abruptly to the sound of heavy footsteps, and lots of them. 3 Behemoths had started making their way towards you, preparing to charge.

“Shit!” Dante exclaimed, as he grabbed you by the arm to pull you out the way. “Hey, Mr. Poetry! Get out of the way!” V remained, glued to the spot as he turned to face the oncoming stampede. Your heart was racing, sure he irritated you but you didn’t want him to die.

“V! What are you doing, are you crazy!?” You shouted towards him. He merely turned his head to stare you straight in the eye, before raising his arm above his head.

*SNAP*

The sound of his fingers snapping together echoed against the surrounding walls, and for a moment it felt as though time stopped. The black from his hair had lifted, showing only pure white underneath, not dissimilar to Dante’s. The next thing you knew, what looked like a meteor shot down from the sky, crashing in the centre of the demons, knocking them back from the centre of the impact. Mouth agape, you watched as the puddle of black ooze that remained on the ground grew, forming legs and arms, taking the shape of a large black golem.  

“Hell yeah!” You heard Dante shout, as he ran from your side towards V. “Now that’s more like it!”

You shook your head to ground yourself then followed after Dante. What followed was carnage. The creature swung its giant arms, smashing the armour from the demons like it was made of glass. You knew from experience just how much of a beating it takes to achieve such a feat. Dante returned to the centre of the fight with renewed vigour, jumping around the golems strikes, slashing at the weakened demons. They looked so, in sync. Rather than annoyance, you felt your heart sink in your chest.  

I can’t compete with that.

You knew the job needed finishing, so you re-entered the battle, following Dante and V’s lead. The poet was now perched on the golems shoulder, gripping onto his cane that was embedded in the creature. You aimed for a behemoth’s tongues, slicing them off to prevent them flailing and attacking. You went in for the finishing strike before hearing Griffon shriek.  

“Hey toots! Get outa the way!” You turned to look up, before seeing a light shoot from what you assumed to be the golem’s eye towards the floor. You gasped and leapt back, as quickly as your body would allow, as the ground erupted from beneath the Behemoths, sending them flying into the air screeching as they fell. Some debris hit your arm, as you shielded your face from any impact. The last thing you saw before the hell gate closed was V’s afterimage as he quickly and cleanly finished off each demon.  

Your legs gave way below you as you fell to the ground, panting, sweat on your brow. You swear your life flashed before your eyes for a moment.

“What the fuck!?” You shouted, it coming out with much less force than you wanted as you tried to catch your breath. “Are you trying to kill me?!” You couldn’t believe him. At some point, the black had returned to his hair and the golem was nowhere to be seen as he approached your side, offering a hand to help you up, an expression on his face that you hadn’t seen from him so far; concern.

You batted his hand away as you drew yourself back up shakily, picking your discarded weapons up from the floor and starting back towards the shop.  

“I’m heading back. Keep him away from me.” You thought you heard Dante’s voice but it didn’t register what he said. You didn’t turn back once for the rest of the walk back.  

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The next few days went by in a blur.  

When you had all returned after that night, you both got a stern telling off by Dante. A bit of back and forth was all well and good, but when it nearly got you both killed, that was too far. You had both begrudgingly agreed to try and get on and, although neither of you were fired, you were told no more jobs until you “kissed and made up”. It killed you that Dante had been taking on most of the work himself to compensate. He had decided it would be an excellent idea for you to both stay at the shop in the spare rooms. You were basically on house arrest, and stuck in V’s company and no matter what you tried; he just kept managing to twist you the wrong way.  

It was such small petty things that irritated you so much. You sighed as you carried a used bowl from the coffee table into the kitchen then headed upstairs to give him a piece of your mind. You told him yesterday to stop doing this and yet, he persisted. You stopped when you saw a towel left in a heap on the floor of the corridor just past the bathroom. You picked it up and stormed towards his room. Seeing the door was slightly ajar, you pushed it open and threw the towel in towards his bed.  

“I swear to god V, what have I told yo-“ You stopped immediately when you realised he was stood in the centre of his room, completely naked. Your eyes acted on their own, scanning his body as heat rose to your cheeks. Your heart skipped wildly in your chest as you blurted out “S-sorry!” and shut the door, almost sprinting back to the front room. You sat in Dante’s empty seat, put your arms on the desk in front of you, and slammed your face into them. You groaned. Why didn’t I knock, you thought; he told me about knocking. This had almost happened once before, but last time he managed to push the door shut before you entered.

You continued to hit your head against your arms as your mind processed what you saw, the image of the man in the nude embedded in your memory. Your cheeks were still blazing. Why was your mind reacting this way? You’d seen Dante naked too many times to count. He was shameless in his behaviour, especially after he’d had a few drinks. However, the sight of him in the nude would always just make you groan and shake your head, it was comical to you. But this, this was different.

You hadn’t said anything to Dante because you didn’t want to give him the victory, but your opinion of the poet had changed since your confinement. You still weren’t at the point where you’d be happy to refer to him as your friend, but you found his presence… less annoying. You wouldn’t go as far as to say you enjoyed it, but it was preferable to being on your own. You had forgiven him in your own way for the laser incident, and after 2 solid days of avoidance and silent treatment you had started talking. What started as small talk slowly developed into more personal discussions about each other’s interests and you would tell stories about your exploits with your devil hunter partner. Yet you still somehow always ended up in some kind of heated argument or disagreement, before storming off to your room for some peace. There was just some kind of constant tension in the air that you couldn’t put your finger on, and even the slightest spark would light it up.

With a frustrated growl, you pushed yourself and the chair back until you were practically horizontal, only to find yourself staring directly into V’s green eyes.  

“Why hello little mouse. What did I tell you about knocking before entering?” Your eyes widened as you jolted forward to stand up out of the seat, in shock at not hearing him approach. You didn’t get far before you were pulled backwards again, V’s cane across your chest holding you in place.

“I said I was sorry, what’re you doing?” He spun you around to face him, cane lifted off your chest and dropped to the ground beside him,, his hands resting on the chairs armrests as he dipped his head down so his eyes were level with yours. You noticed his chest was still bare and you thought you saw the hem of some black sweatpants resting around his hips.

“I’m doing exactly what Dante told us to do.”

“Wha-“. You were cut off by his lips crashing into yours. Your eyes widened at the sudden contact, body tensing as his lips moved against yours. You tried to react, but the resistance left your body as soon as his eyes locked with yours. His expression was dark, unlike you’d ever seen. Your eyes rolled back into your head and a groan left your throat as his tongue pushed against your lips. You opened your mouth willingly, deepening the kiss.

What the hell am I doing?  

His hands reached up into your hair as your tongues danced in your mouth. Your hand moved up to his arms, nails digging in as you grabbed him in defiance. He broke from the kiss, a line of saliva still connecting you. The hand in your hair tugged your head to the side, giving him access to your neck. You yelped as he nipped the soft skin with his teeth, mind still dizzy from your kiss. He followed up with some rough kisses, leaving small red marks down to your collarbone, before running his tongue back up towards your ear. His breath was hot against your earlobe.

“My my little mouse, just where has all that fight gone?” His voice was dangerously low, bordering on a growl. A spark shot through you from your loins to your chest at his words as you launched yourself out of the chair, hands moving from V’s arms to his wrists as you pushed him against the nearest wall, pinning his arms either side of his head.

I’m not losing this fight as well.

The impact of the wall and the sudden movement gained you a gasp as the air left the poets lungs. You copied his earlier actions, latching onto his neck, sucking and nibbling your way down before returning to the man’s mouth. Determined to stay in control, you forced your tongue into his mouth, tasting him as you removed your hands from his wrists in favour of running them over his exposed chest. You pulled your lips away as you stared him down, pushing him into the wall by his chest, you hands balling into fists, heavy breaths leaving your parted lips.  

“What the hell is this?” You barked. To your irritation V chuckled in response.

“Are you telling me you want me to stop?’ His hand moved from the wall and ghosted across your jaw, cupping your chin with his index finger as he raised your head up to lock eyes with his again, his thumb gently brushing against your bottom lip. “Your face is telling a different story altogether. You can’t lie to me through those half closed eyes, little mouse.” You searched for a retort, but your mind was lost in a haze.  

“That’s not what I said. I just don’t get it.” Was this his end goal? How could it have been, you thought.  All he seemed to do was try to rile you up, pushing your buttons one after the other.  

“What is there to not understand? Unless, it was I who misinterpreted your actions?” Actions? He smirked at your bemused look.

He started moving towards you, pushing you back with each step, his figure towering over yours. You instinctively took a step backwards for each one he took forwards, his eyes never leaving yours.  

“Don’t think I didn’t notice your glances towards me, how you would chew on that bottom lip of yours.” He kept walking, his pace quickening as you began to trip over your own feet. “Do you think my own actions were accidental? You’re like an open book, your emotions so pure and so raw. I want to delve through your pages and memorise every word.” You gasped as something solid collided with the backs of your calves, causing you to fall backwards onto the couch that you’d been unconsciously guided towards.  

“I’ve been trying to get an rise out of you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” You tried to pull yourself backwards along the couch, scrambling helplessly as he carried on moving himself towards you, crawling, continuing on like nothing was happening. Your back hit against the arm rest as you were stopped in your tracks, the poet now hovering over you, hands sunk into the seat either side of your hips. “But now,” he started, leaning in so his nose was touching against yours:

“I’ve had enough.”  

His lips returned to yours, leaving to time for you to respond, your breath caught in your throat expressing itself as an involuntary groan. He shifted above you, as his lips teased against yours recklessly, tongue dipping in and out, leaving you wanting more. From his crouched position, he pushed one of his legs in between yours, knee brushing against your core causing your back to arch, stopping any attempts you may have had at closing them. He shifted his upper weight onto his elbows, hovering his body closer to yours and entangled your hair within his fingers.  

He broke the kiss momentarily as you gasped for air, face flushed with desire and a noticeable  throbbing between your legs. He tugged your hair to the side, giving him access to the side of your neck untouched by his previous ministrations.  You noticed he was being rougher now, his nips grew more fierce, turning into open mouthed bites, something you didn’t realise you needed so much until the action caused a breathy moan to escape your lips as your hands grabbed and dug into his bare waist in response.  

You were putty under his hands, no longer doubting his words. Whatever you thought you may have felt was now out in the open. He seemed to understand your own feelings and desires better than you did, and it made you feel helpless under him, a feeling you weren’t used to experiencing.  

Fuck it.

You began to roll your hips against the leg in between yours, seeking the friction you needed. V responded by tugging your hair tighter and hissing through his teeth.

“Well well little mouse, finally decided-"

“Shut up.”  

You cut him off abruptly, not wanting to play his little game anymore. You dragged your nails up his sides until your hands were in his hair, dragging his mouth back to yours. He gasped as your mouth hit his once again. Your hips continued to buck as his hands reached down to unbutton your shirt. You grumbled in impatience as you reached between your bodies to tear it open, sending buttons across the room,  revealing your braless chest. You snaked your arms around his waist hurriedly and pulled your bodies flush together.  

You weren’t planning on dragging this out. Your skin craved contact, and his body felt so good against yours. Your hands reached lower, sneaking under the waistband of the sweatpants as you grabbed his ass in your hands. You heard a groan in the depths of his throat in response to your actions, a sound that reverberated throughout your body straight to your core. You pulled his hips towards yours, you wanted to feel him. You wanted to know what you were doing to him. You needed to know that you weren’t the only one suffering with unbridled need from so little stimulation.

And oh you weren’t disappointed.

You pressed his crotch against you and couldn’t help but gasp at the sensation, your mouth parting from V's as you rolled your head back. His hard length rubbed against your clit through the thin material. Good, you thought. His hard exterior would have to falter eventually, you knew now he needed this as much as you did. You pulled your head back to observe his reaction, as you ground your hips against his.  

That damn smirk was plastered on his face as a chuckle left his throat. Slightly flushed cheeks were the only sign of his apparent arousal as he stared at you with a vigour in his eyes.

“I knew you wanted me, but I honestly didn’t think you were this desperate.” Without warning, he lifted his lower half from you and shifted his weight to one of his arms. His other hand shot down your body, straight under the hem of your pants and began stroking your folds. Your back arched at the sudden contact, your wetness apparent at how easily his fingers slid against you.

“Just look at how wet you are for me, my little mouse. So eager, so wanting from so little. So ready for me.” Your hips were moving against your will, your mouth hanging open, breathy moans shamelessly leaving your lips with no resistance. His palm pressed against your clit, as his fingers ran so teasingly against your hole. You bucked into it, hands grabbing V's hips, nails digging in leaving bruises, you hoped.

Suddenly, a finger entered you up to the knuckle in one swift movement. There was no time for you to react before a second was pushed in alongside it and he began moving with long drawn out thrusts, his palm still pressing against you.

“And here I thought I would have to properly prepare you. Your practically swallowing me up.” Your walls clenched around his fingers at his words. God, the things he could do to you with those alone; that voice would be the death of you.

He lifted himself up from you, never letting up with his ministrations to pull the clothes from your bottom half in one swift motion, laying you bare for his eyes to vandalise. What a sight you must have been, you thought. Your hands had shifted to the armrest behind you, gripping for dear life as he curled his fingers inside you.

“Aah, fuck. V- aaah!”

He knelt over you like that for a short while, enjoying your reactions. Your eyes drifted open for a moment, as you stared open mouthed at the man. At some point he had shed his lower half of clothing and was now bare before you again. The spare hand he had that was not being used to plough into your heat was wrapped around his own arousal, pumping it vigorously. His eyes opened and met with yours momentarily, his lips slightly parted as the corners of his mouth lifted in an opened mouthed smirk.

A sensation shot up your spine, as his fingers curled into your sweet spot once more and his palm began to circle against your clit. The sensations were too much. You threw your head back in a silent scream as your body came undone below his lust filled eyes. You clamped around his fingers as his pace continued, unforgiving as you rode out the waves of pleasure against his hand.

He removed his fingers from you, as he prised your legs apart, placing his body in between them. He lifted your hips to rest against his bent legs as you felt his tip prod against your entrance. Your head jolted back as you tried to regain control of your breathing.

“V, w-wait. I-I need a minute.” Your eyes widened in panic at your current oversensitivity as he pressed further against you.

“I think I’ve waited long enough.” He spoke darkly as he pushed himself into you in one hard thrust. Your hands grabbed the couch for purchase as you pushed your head back, back arching and toes curling at the sudden intrusion. He stretched you thoroughly, reaching further inside you than you thought possible. You felt V's fingers dig into your hips as he held himself there for what felt like an eternity

“Oh my mouse, how I've longed for this. You’ve welcomed me so well; but you have made me wait.”

He pulled himself out almost all the way, then slammed back in, hips slapping against your own. He repeated the motion a number of times as a dark laugh left his throat.

“Now you are laid bare and at my mercy, of which I shall show you none.”  

His pace quickened as he thrust into you hard and fast, your toes curling at the feeling of him ramming into your over sensitive walls. You couldn’t contain the strangled moans that escaped anymore as you writhe in his hands.  

“Sing for me my pet.”

He shuffled his hips closer to you, and shifted your angle slightly before ploughing back into you.

“Aah, shit. It’s too much V, aaah- God it’s too much!”

He hit your sweet spot over and over, torturing you with sensations that made your mind go black, that filled your vision with stars.

You noticed his breathing had become erratic as well as he pulled out of you. He moved himself back slightly and pushed at your hips.

“On your front.” He demanded, and you weren’t going to question or disobey. You were too far gone.  

You did as you were told as he haphazardly grabbed and placed a cushion under your hips. You felt the seat move below you, and the poet shifted his weight so that he was over you, his chest pressing against your back as his elbows held his weight either side of your shoulders. One of his hands snaked his fingers through your hair and tilted your head to the side and pushed it down as his throbbing cock rubbed against your entrance.

“Two things my pet.” His voice rumbled at a loud whisper against your exposed ear. “One: I’m going to pound you into this couch until your screaming my name and clenching around me, only then will I stop.”

He pushed his length back into you slowly, as your mouth fell open, drool rolling down your cheek.

“Two: I will be the only one you look at from now on.”

He began thrusting into you again with reckless abandon. The new angle causing you to tremble and spasm below him, as he scraped his cock against your walls, hitting your g spot with each thrust. With his weight partially pressed against you, there was little you could do but lie there and take it. For once, you were completely happy giving up control.

Your throat was becoming dry and raspy. A familiar heat was building in your core as V was guiding you towards an impossible second orgasm with his cock. You were so spent from your first you thought you were done. Your breathing became more erratic, your moans louder as waves of heat began emanating from inside. He snaked a hand under your body, cupping your mound, pushing his hand  against your clit.  

With the little energy you had left, you gyrated your hips  slightly, pushing into his hand, chasing your peak as his thrusts became faster, harder and more erratic.

“That’s right my pet.” His words were breathy and full of lust. “Come for me.”  

Your voice broke, you knew you were making a noise, but you couldn’t tell what it was. You came hard around his cock, wave after wave of pleasure hitting you relentlessly as your hands balled into fists and your back arched against V's chest.  

“Ah- V!”  

He pushed his face to yours as he let out the sexiest moan you’d ever heard. You felt his body spasm against yours and his cock throb within you as he released his seed, panting and moaning against your ear. After a couple of lazy thrusts he stopped his movements and rolled to lay himself in the small space beside you, pulling himself out of you unglamorously as you dragged yourself over slightly to give him room .  

You both lay there for a while, the room filled with no sounds other than your combined heavy breaths. You didn’t know what to say or do, your ears were ringing and your thoughts were lost in a haze.

Your body jerked suddenly when you heard a knock on the door followed by a familiar voice.

“Hey, you guys decent?” You could hear the shit eating grin on his face as he shouted through the closed door. “I mean I’m glad you’ve both made up but I need a shower and the last thing I wanna see is V's skinny ass. You didn’t fuck on my desk did you, because that’s my space and mine alone and there’ll be hell to pay if you’ve messed on it?!” You groaned, no energy for a retort.

“Fuck off Dante.”

“Christ, a good Fucks supposed to put you in a good mood, not a worse one. Fine, you’ve got 10 minutes before I barge on in and see some things I don’t want to and some things I wouldn’t mind seeing.” You heard V growl at that statement and the connotations behind it.

“Like I said,” you replied, “just fuck off.” You sighed when you heard muttering followed by footsteps moving away from the door. You let out a slight gasp when V's hand worked it’s way around your waist, pulling you towards him possessively.

“Remember what I said little mouse?.” He raised himself up on one arm and turned your head towards his with his hand. “You’re eyes stay on me now.” He pressed his lips against yours again, gentle but with purpose. You melted into the gesture with no resistance.

Shit, you thought; what have I got myself in for.

First GIF by andyacklesspn, second by Dertragame.

#NS/FW #lemon #v x reader #spicy #dmc #dmc v #dmc 5 #devil may cry #my fic #hope you enjoyed! #I had a lot of fun writing this #and as usual got carried away #long post

[jvmp3]

thick as thieves

“Hiiii can you make a fluffy/comedy Jeonghan au/imagine where he’s your close family friend and he’s rly close to your younger brother and parents. When he hangs around your house he always teams up with your brother to play pranks on you. Then one day he asked the help of your family to ask you to be his girlfriend. But like with drama in te midst of everything somehow. Tysm idk if it’s too long tho 💕💕” - @i-purple-you-v

paring: i guess y/n and jeonghan

genre: fluff and crack idk

warnings: uh none ? just some kissing and swear words

words: 4.2k

a/n: first of all i hope you like this !! it’s really not my best lol but i hope its enjoyable, also i had fun with it !! second i know its long,, but i got carried away :] oh also areum is not jeonghan’s sisters name !! i made that up lol, it could be idk but i just made it up. if i made any mistakes, don’t hesitate to tell me !! i looked over it twice, but it’s inevitable hehe anyways happy reading !! stay hydrated babies <3 i am a jeonghan one fine day enthusiast so-

   you know that from the moment you wake up to the time you step out of your room, someone is bound to attack you. whether it be your younger brother or your best friend, you were never surprised. your best friend, yoon jeonghan, had been in your life quite literally from the time you were carried into your house two days after you were born, up until now. his family had moved into their house the day you were born and surprisingly they had a little boy that was just a few months older than you. you two had known each other from diapers and playdates your guys’ mothers would set up, and you were both now seniors in high school. 

   to say jeonghan was pretty was an understatement, you had watched him blossom and to say you were attracted to him was nothing but the truth. even when he let his hair grow out, you still found him breathtaking. apart from his looks, he was never but anything nice to you, although he could sometimes be a dick. he’s sly and clever and while he wasn’t outright mean to anyone, that wasn’t rude to him first, this made your friendship all the better. from his cleverness and your sarcastic witty comments about anything, you two were unstoppable. you two were partners in crime, thick as thieves if you will. the tree between the two houses stopped neither of you from going over to each others houses and only proved to strengthen your relationship as it became a regular hangout spot. from talking about anything to star gazing at two am, the spot was one of your favorite places. going to school with jeonghan was nothing but fun - you two causing little problems for others and then blaming it on one another. 

   the only thing that was annoying about said boy was that he never failed to cause trouble at your house. it was never anything to actually cause harm but they were annoying. jeonghan and your younger brother seemed to be glued at the hip when he was over, you didn’t mind - you loved seeing him bond with your family - but these pranks were getting out of control. as soon as your brother could walk and speak, jeonghan had stolen him away from you and started devising their plans to ruin your life. once they were both home from school, the two of your favorite boys would be dead set on making you question if they really were your favorite boys. your parents were also very fond of the boy and didn’t seem to mind that he seemed to love to tease the hell out of their daughter. the pranks weren’t that bad when they first started doing it but sometimes it would get out of hand. like the time you were almost late to school and they had put salt on your toothbrush that morning and watched your reaction when you stuck the toothbrush in your mouth, you quickly spit it out and washed your mouth out while flicking water on the two laughing boys on your way out of the bathroom. or the time when they taped a piece of paper to the bottom of  your computer mouse when you were trying to do homework, you were almost in tears when you tried calling one of your parents, jeonghan was chuckling when he pulled your hand that held your phone so he could show you what really was the problem. you slapped his chest as a frustrated sigh left your lips. the pranks weren’t only at your house though - when jeonghan was out at dinner with your family one night, your brother and him had secretly asked for the waiter to keep the wasabi on your dish, and your reaction when you started eating was priceless. your brother and jeonghan, plus your parents, were losing it at the restaurant and all you could do was offer a glare that promised you’d get back at the two later. 

   it was the first day of senior year and you were scared that the pair of boys were going to ruin your morning. it was the first day of your last year of high school and to say you were excited about leaving the place was an understatement, and if your brother and jeonghan tried ruining that for you, you might just lose it. 

to the devil <3: if u try anything this morning, ill fight you dumbass

from the devil <3: i wont lol just come downstairs already, im waiting on u slow poke

you descended down the staircase careful to not mess up your uniform. you made your way to the kitchen, the dark haired boy sat across from your parents at the table, scrolling through his phone. your brother was nowhere to be seen and a sigh left your lips as you went to grab a banana from the table. you stuffed it in your bag, along with grabbing the carton that was in front of your best friend. he stared at you while you sipped from the banana milk and reached to take it back but was surprised when you spun around and headed towards the door. he quickly grabbed his bag from the floor and walked after you, you both said your goodbyes to your parents as you grabbed the car keys on the small table by the front door. you handed the half empty carton back to jeonghan and laughed at his visible pout once you entered the car. you both put your back packs in the back seat before turning the car on. 

“don’t worry hannie, my parents stocked the fridge with more for school.” he smiled buckling up before sipping on his drink in the passenger seat. you stopped at house a few down from yours and jeonghan’s and saw your friend joshua leaving his house. across the street another one of your friends, soonyoung, walked out of his house with a smile on his face and waved when he saw joshua. they made it to your car and slammed the doors shut, making you jump. “hey dickheads, i’m driving you to school in my new car, best if you didn’t slam the doors shut.” you smiled back at two behind you before taking the car out of park and made your way to leave the neighborhood. your friend group sure was a wild one, but you couldn’t have asked for better friends. the drive to school didn’t last long, and with the small talk about summer was, you pulled into your designated spot ten minutes before the bell. the four of you left the car, joshua getting your bag and soonyoung getting jeonghan’s. you all decided to meet up with the rest of your friends to chat before the dreadful day of school started. 

“jeonghan you can’t just expect me to drive you everywhere now that i have a car.” you told him as you turned the key in the ignition. “i am not your chauffeur!” the brown headed boy laughed and watched the way you backed out of the spot, he was admiring the way your undivided attention was on driving. it was on keeping yourself and the boy safe. his heart hammered in his chest at the thought of your attention on nothing but him. jeonghan’s cheeks felt warm and he turned the ac up to keep his cool. 

“you know i don’t get my car until my birthday so you’ll have to deal with it for now. i’ll drive your car around for you and take you places! i’ll even pay if we go get food and stuff.” his hand drifted over to where yours was on the gear shift before placing it back on his thigh. you smiled and turned your head towards jeonghan and put your hands on the wheel, starting the drive to the cafe you and jeonghan go to a lot. 

“as long as you pay, i’ll take you anywhere.” jeonghan felt his heart rate pick up again at your words and he swore he saw a blush paint your face. the drive to the place was uneventful and after grabbing your usual drinks to go, you drove home. jeonghan grabbed his bag along with yours from the back and followed you till you got to the door, he turned around and felt a tug at his shoulder. the jingle of keys came to his ears and the pull from his shirt brought him into your house. the smell of your home rushed into jeonghan’s nose and he smiled at the sound of your younger brothers voice that could be heard from the living room. “hey kiddo, did mom pick you up early?” the boy looked up from his spot on the couch and nodded with a smile on his face. jeonghan went straight to him and sat with him as he drank his cold beverage. you treaded up the stairs and threw your bag to the ground once you made it to your room. the walk back to where the two boys were was quiet, too quiet. on the last step you let out a small scream. you felt something hit you on the back of your head, your hand moved to feel it and you were surprised to find something sticky touching your fingers. your body tensed up as laughter erupted from behind you, your other hand went up to your hair as you tried picking it out of your hair. jeonghan’s clapping made you jump and you fingers kept at it, they were pulling and picking and yet you couldn’t seem to get it all. 

your fingers were coated in a sticky substance as you turned around looking at the pair. tears pricked your eyes and jeonghan stopped high-fiving your brother. “what did you guys do.” jeonghan rushed over to you and pushed your brother out of the way before any tears fell. 

“stop. stop pulling at it or it’ll be harder to get out. we can get it out.” he grabbed your hands and held them in his own. a few of your fingers had the gum on it, he could see the remnants of it and he pulled you away from the staircase into the kitchen. jeonghan’s hands felt warm, you could feel them against the back of your hands as he made you wash your hands in the sink. “we can use peanut butter to get it out. we’ll get it out.” you heard jeonghan mumbling when he dried your hands. apologies left his mouth in a hurry as he told your brother to go back to the couch, he walked over to the pantry and grabbed the peanut butter. “i’m sorry, we didn’t think you would try and get it out. we didn’t mean for it to get out of hand.” you were starting to freak out again and your hands instinctively went to your hair again. 

“jeonghan, we have to cut it. i have to cut my hair and he doesn’t like short hair. he won’t like me with short hair.” jeonghan felt his heart tighten at your words and he stopped what he was doing with the jar. the front door opened and your mom walked through, 

“hey guys i’m back from the store and i picked up- what happened?” your moms confused face came into view and then the tears came. “why is she crying? jeonghan, sweetheart why is she crying?” your mothers hands were on your face as she wiped the tears away. jeonghan’s hands stopped and he placed the opened jar of peanut butter on the countertop you were sitting next to. “jeonghan go. go home and we’ll call you later.” the said boy was still blurting out apologies as he walked out of the room and grabbed his bag from the couch and then left the house without another word. 

the next week and a half had passed with little to no conversation, or even glances, from the two of you. you realized just how much your life had been filled with jeonghan. from the moment you had woken up to the time you went to bed. your thoughts were filled of the boy. jeonghan hadn’t spoken a word to you, let alone look at you, and you hadn’t spoke to the boy since the day he left your house. your mom had decided that the gum was stuck and that no amount of peanut butter would get it out. that night you had gone to sleep with a new look, your semi long hair was cut right at your shoulders and you couldn’t tell whether or not you liked it or not. it was different and that meant the boy you were kinda using to get over jeonghan wouldn’t look at you anymore. jeonghan was the boy of your dreams and he didn’t look at you like that. not like the way you looked him. and what better way to get over someone then to date someone else. so you had tried for months to get over jeonghan. and now that your hair was short, you didn’t have a chance with the guy. 

you didn’t want your senior year to start like this and neither did he but you both couldn’t face each other just yet. jeonghan hadn’t talked to anyone really besides his family in that week and a half. he was sad and he knew exactly why. he was devastated that you liked someone that wasn’t him. he wanted it to be him. he liked that you cutting your hair would get the other boys attention off of you. it meant that he would have you back as his best friend and not constantly trying to get the attention of some boy. jeonghan and your brother had planned it out, they knew they needed to get the gum out of your hair as soon as possible once it was ‘stuck’. they had planned everything out and yet it went wrong so fast. he wanted to tell you he liked your hair, he loved it. jeonghan thought you looked beautiful no matter what. he wanted to tell you but he couldn’t bring himself to talk to you, let alone look in your eyes. he wanted his best friend back, he wanted to be able to talk to you again. he hadn’t been sleeping well lately and he thinks its because you haven’t sent your usual goodnight texts to him. jeonghan wanted to hold your hands when you had a bad day, take you out to your favorite restaurant, and talk to you under the stars in the tree in between your guys’ houses. he wanted you.

the fourteenth day without jeonghan was when you finally decided that you had decided that enough was enough. you hated not talking to the boy and you desperately wanted the boy back in your life. you had gone over to his house one day after school, completely forgetting that he had after school activities on tuesdays, you saw his sister though. 

“hi areum, how are you?” you watched the young girl walk around the kitchen and smiled at her. 

“i’m good, but i’m guessing you aren’t here for me? jeonghan’s okay, he’s a little upset but he won’t talk to me about it.” areum bit into the apple and you bounced on the heels of your feet. you couldn’t tell why you were so nervous, you’ve known areum since she was a baby. watched her grow up into the young women she is today. but you felt your nerves kick in for some reason. “i’ll tell him you stopped by, and make sure you talk to him. i know he misses you.” areum smiled towards you and walked to her room. you left the yoon house hold and walked the small distance to your house, you made it to your room and grabbed your phone. 

to the devil <3: come to the tree tonight at midnight please, i miss you.

midnight came sooner then you thought, and pacing the floor in your room was enough to keep you busy for a few hours about thinking of what you were going to say. with ten minutes till, you waited on the platform that his parents had put up for the two of you. the window to jeonghan’s room clicked and out came the brown headed boy. he sat down next  to you and offered a small smile. 

“i like the hair by the way, it suits you and you look pretty. and if some jackass can’t see that, they don’t deserve you.” jeonghan went grab your hair and his fingers caressed your face. you tilted your head into his touch, missing it. you missed him. jeonghan also didn’t miss the way the color arose on your cheeks, and it wasn’t from the cool weather outside.

“jeonghan, we need to talk. about everything.” you reminded him why you were there and grabbed his hands to hold them. he squeezed your hands in a means to tell you to continue. “i’m sorry for everything, i didn’t mean for this to turn into what it is.” you let your head drop and he let out a small sigh, knowing that you would blame yourself before blaming him. “and for what its worth, i stopped talking to seungcheol. i didn’t even like him that much.” his face broke into a smile, which you didn’t notice, at hearing your words and you squeezed his hands this time to let him talk. 

“well for what its worth, i’m sorry. i’m sorry for how everything turned out. and for kinda forcing you to cut your hair short.” he began and looked in your eyes, jeonghan held your gaze when he talked and you decided to add that to the long list of things you liked about him. “i’m really sorry and i want things to go back to normal. i want us,” he motioned his finger in between the two of you “to be together again. to be friends” you smiled back at him and dragged his hands towards you, he got the hint and wrapped his hands around your waist, yours around his neck. jeonghan felt you sneak your head into his neck and he smiled once again. he liked the way your hair smelt and he reminded himself to ask you later about what scent it was, he wanted some for himself. 

jeonghan was planning something big, and you just didn’t know it yet. things were okay with the two of you, and he could finally sleep again.

a week after everything went back to normal jeonghan had been over at your house more than usual and you didn’t know why. the week had been filled with constant conversations from the two of you ranging between school to what you missed with one another during the week you hadn’t talked. there was small touches between you and jeonghan, but you wish there was more. he hugged you a little longer and made sure to tell you how happy he was that he was back on your life. how happy he was to be with you again. the day had gone on normally, as well as a wednesday without jeonghan could go. he stayed home that day due to a sickness that he didn’t want to get you sick with, which you were thankful for, but you missed him. you pulled into your driveway seeing your dad standing in front of the front door. after grabbing you bag, that had extra notes in it for your sick best friend, you walked up to your dad. he smiled upon seeing you and he handed you a white envelope that you failed to notice until now. 

you questioned why he was there and all he did was motion for you to take the envelope and read it, which only fueled your curiosity. you opened the small envelope and carefully read the writing. 

i love your smile

you smiled and read the second writing that was farther down.

find your mom angel

you stepped past your dad with the note still in hand and smile on your features. you found your mom after little trouble, in the kitchen and another envelope was in her hands. she smiled when you grabbed it, and reread the note over your shoulder.

i love your laugh, and the way you always see the best in people. i love your eyes and the way they crinkle when you laugh really hard.

your eyes drifted down again,

find my other partner in crime love

if you weren’t crying from the first note, you could definitely feel a few run down your cheeks now. your mom pointed towards the stairs and after she helped you clear your face of any tears, you made your way upstairs. all the room doors were closed except yours and you could see your brother standing in front of it with another envelope in his hands. after making your way to him, he handed you the letter and hugged you,

“he really likes you sis.” you laughed and patted his head, you opened the envelope and read the five words on the paper which made a few more tears fall,

i love everything about you. 

your brother pushed you into your room and your eyes went straight to the open window, you could vaguely see the cute boy on the other side. you made your way to him, sitting with your knees touching on the small platform, and jeonghan was waiting for you with the last envelope, he though you looked beautiful with your hair slightly swaying with the small breeze and how the smile never left your lips. he wanted to wipe away your tears and hold your hands. you started laughing and jeonghan wasn’t quite sure why.

“aren’t you supposed to be sick ?” he laughed with you and pushed the letter into your hands,

“just open the damn note already so i can kiss you.” he watched a blush rise to your cheeks and he wanted to take a picture to remember this moment forever. you opened it quickly also wanting to kiss the boy in front of you,

i love you.

some of your tears had fallen onto the paper and jeonghan moved closer to grab your face, his touch was comforting and you leaned into it. jeonghan watched your eyes fall shut when his fingers started wiping your face, he thought he had never seen anything prettier. you were perfect in his eyes and he loved everything about you. his moved his hands to cup your face better and brought his lips to yours. you only kissed one other boy before jeonghan and it was actually one of your closest friends today, junhui still made fun of the kiss that you both shared in seventh grade during a game of spin the bottle. but the kiss with jeonghan was electrifying. made you want more and your skin felt like it was on fire. you loved the way his lips felt against yours. your hands clenched into fists before moving to his face. he was warm and you thought you could hold him forever. jeonghan tilted his head and backed away to smile in the kiss before going back in, the boy couldn’t get enough of you or your lips. he’d kiss you until the end of time if you’d let him. after some small pecks and a whine from the boy when you pulled away, you grabbed his hands and laced your fingers together. 

“you can kiss me whenever you want but i’m kind of hungry.” he chuckled and leaned in for another small kiss, surprising you, and made moves to stand up. he pulled you with him into your room and he hugged you.

“my parents were gonna take us out after i did this but i still need to ask you something baby,” the use of the pet name hadn’t gone unnoticed by you and you smiled as you tugged his body closer to yours.

“yes i’ll be your girlfriend you dummy.” it was his turn to smile and he separated from you only to bring his lips to yours again. you pushed his chest away after a few seconds,

“also you know i never really liked seungcheol, and i was only using him to get over you cause i thought you would never like me back.” you clutched his shirt in your hands and he rewrapped his hands around your middle.

“oh thank god.” he watched as your eyes crinkled when you laughed and he swore he fell in love again. 

you thought after becoming jeonghan’s girlfriend, the pranks would stop, but it seemed to only make him do it even more, as he could repay you with kisses. your short hair was currently covered in baby power and when he came up behind you to hold your waist, you rubbed your head against his shirt.

“this is what you get hannie.” he smiled and leaned down to leave a kiss on your cheek. you placed your hands on his and he turned your connected bodies around so you could see the other culprit, he ran away as soon as the two of you locked eyes.

“hey! get back here!” he retracted his hands from your sides and watched as you started tickling your brother and inevitably getting baby powder everywhere. jeonghan couldn’t have been happier, he finally had the girl of dreams and he was so lucky that he fell for someone like you. 

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[sailoryue]

Howlin' for you

(based on a prompt by @merelypassingtime Eddie has a dark secret he's been keeping from Venom for a few months, one he's absolutely ashamed. When he is no longer able to keep it, how will that effect their bond?

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Symbiosis was generally a two-way street. Venom needed Eddie to survive on Earth, and while Eddie did not need Venom to survive normally, Venom allowed Eddie use of his abilities to take out bad guys. Such as the thug that used to extort Mrs Chen. Between them, there were no secrets. Save for one.

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Shortly after Venom had fully recovered from the explosion, nearly a month after the event itself, Eddie’s demeanor had changed and he had pretty much begged Venom for this one secret.

“Please, V,” he had started. “I don’t ask for a lot. Just please let me have this one.”

At the time, Venom had not understood. And even now, he still did not understand. But in the end, he allowed Eddie his secret. Sure, if he wanted, he could just pull the thoughts by force, much like how he did in the beginning of their union. And Eddie knew it. But things were different now. There was trust; and Venom VALUED trust, unlike most of his species. No matter how curious he was, he would not break that trust. 

The whole secret thing wasn't all bad. One full day a month he got to be with Annie, and Venom loved her very much. Hell he even eventually grew to tolerate and even like Dan. Not that he had much of a choice, given how Anne refused to allow any ill thoughts about her boyfriend.

Regardless, these once a month visits were fun. Both Anne and Dan always made sure to engage him in conversations and always had the best chocolate. Even tho he did not understand why, he eventually grew to look forward to these outings. Venom knew Anne knew the reason for these trade-offs, and tried asking her about it, but even she put her foot down and refused to give any hints. She said it wasn’t her secret to tell, and Venom accepted that. Even tho the secrets hurt.

Venom started to wonder if Eddie was getting tired of their bond. He usually got tired and edgy when they got close to the point in the month when the exchange happened, and was usually happier when he returned. He just wished that Eddie could just trust him with the reasons that he needed these breaks.

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Venom never expected to ever get his wish.

One month, when it was the time Eddie usually arranged to meet with Anne for the meet-up for the switch, Venom noticed that Eddie was more on edge than usual.

Eddie had tried to get ahold of Anne for the past hour.

“Ah, finally! Annie, I’ve been trying to reach you all day. Where do you want to meet to do the exchange?”

　 “Eddie, I thought I’d told you. Dan is at a medical conference in San Diego. We’re out of town for the week.” There was a lot of background noise so Anne had to speak loudly. 　

Venom noted the spike in Eddie’s pulse. Usually he didn’t pay attention to this monthly conversation, they usually went about the same. But obviously something was different this time. 　

“But what about… my issue?” Eddie asked in a rushed voice. 　

“I’m sorry, I swear I thought I told you. Maybe its time you told Venom?” 　

Eddie let out a defeated sigh. “Yeah, maybe. Sorry to bother you then Anne. You guys enjoy your trip.”

“Good luck, Eddie.” 　

As he hung up the phone, Eddie let out a curse under his breath.

　 IS SOMETHING WRONG EDDIE?

　 Venom could feel a sense of defeat coming from Eddie as he rubbed a hand over his face.

　 “It’s…nothing V.” Eddie said with a sigh. “You were bound to find out anyways.”

　 FIND OUT WHAT?

　 Eddie’s watch went off. “Damn, we don’t have as much time as I thought.”

　 TIME FOR WHAT, EDDIE? WHAT IS GOING ON?

　 Eddie didn’t answer the question immediately, instead grabbed a set of motorcycle saddle bags and his helmet.

　 EDDIE ARE WE GOING SOMEWHERE?

　 Eddie locked up and headed down the stairs to the parking lot.

 "Yeah. We have to head upstate. It’s a six hour ride. Look, V, I give you permission to look in my memories for what I do every month, where I go. Look in my memories for ‘werewolves.’ I know you’ll probably have questions, but please don’t ask them while we drive. I’ll answer them when we get to our destination.“ 　

Eddie’s request worried Venom a little, but he agreed to it. The ride was fairly uneventful. Eddie’s mind was swimming with worry. Why? What was this about a werewolf? Venom tried to find the answer, but the more he dug the more questions he ended up having. What was this all about? 　

Before long, they got to where Eddie wanted to be. He pulled off on to a trail and continued on as the road grew rougher and rougher, until Eddie had to walk the bike the rest of the way he wanted to go. Eventually they reached their destination, a clearing in the forest near a small lake.

　 The wooded area was quiet. Peaceful. Earth certainly had such beauty on it. Venom was glad they were able to prevent the invasion.

　 EDDIE, WE STILL DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT IS GOING ON. WE LOOKED INTO YOUR MEMORIES AND THE ONLY THING ABOUT WEREWOLVES WE COULD FIND IS FROM MOVIES AND THAT DOES NOT HELP US WITH THE BLANK SPOTS IN YOUR MEMORY WHEN WE TRIED TO FIND OUT WHY YOU COME HERE EVERY MONTH.

　 "You can’t see it? Damn, I was hoping you could tell me.” Eddie sighed as he parked the bike next to a tree, taking the keys out and hiding them in a knot. He opened one of the saddlebags, which was empty, and methodically removed his clothes, placing them in the bag. Venom knew this was almost ritual, going by what he had seen in Eddie’s memories. He had seen that every month Eddie did this, ending with placing all of his bracelets and ring on top of the pile of clothes, and closing the bag with a snap.

　 EDDIE, WHAT IS A WEREWOLF?

　 “Basically, it’s a curse. It happened when I was a kid, I was attacked by what I thought was a dog, but it was something much worse.” Eddie paused looking up at the darkening sky.

　 WE STILL DO NOT UNDERSTAND, EDDIE. WHAT IS A CURSE? WHAT HAPPENED WHEN YOU WERE A CHILD?

　 “It means I’m going to transform. I don’t really have a choice, and there’s not enough time to really explain it. I’m sorry, V.” Eddie walked away from his stuff to the other side of the clearing. “I should have told you sooner instead of you finding out this way.” 　

Venom was beginning to feel on edge. Something felt wrong with them.

　 EDDIE? WHAT IS GOING ON?

　 “I’m about to transform. I’m sorry I never told you. I don’t know if I’ll be able to talk to you after I turn. I’ll explain in the morning, I promise I–” He trailed off into a grunt, doubling over in pain.

　 EDDIE?

　 The sun had finished setting and the moon, bright and full rose up. And for a moment, Eddie blacked out.

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As far as Venom could tell, their unconsciousness lasted only a few minutes. But as their mind cleared, Venom realized that something was very wrong.

　 EDDIE??

　 There was no response. Venom could sense that while he was still IN Eddie, Eddie was very, very different. Venom took stock over their body to try to see what had happened. 　

To start, their body was no longer human. Instead it was wolf like. Venom had seen many documentaries on wolves, (what else do you do when your host needs six to eight hours of sleep at night?) and from what he could tell, Eddie was much bigger and meaner than the wolves he had seen on Animal Planet.

　 Venom tried looking into Eddie’s mind and noticed the senses were very much different. Their hearing, smell and sight were much sharper, even than their monstrous Venom form; keener than even any host Venom ever had.

　 WHAT HAPPENED TO US, EDDIE?

　 Still no response, tho venom knew that wolf-Eddie heard the question. For some reason this creature they had become would not, could not answer. Instead, they took off running, deeper into the woods. 　

Venom knew it would be futile to ask Eddie where they were going. Instead he just sat back and watched as the wolf smelled around. He didn’t try to achieve symbiosis just yet. He did not want to cause harm to Eddie. Not again. He needed to be patient and observe and take this acclimation slower, to not be detrimental towards the very different biorythms.

　 SO…WHAT NOW, EDDIE?

　 Tho the creature Eddie became made know acknowledgement of Venom, he seemed to be aware of his presense. But considering the strange voice did not seem to be a threat, it went ignored. 　

Venom soon realized that what Eddie was doing was hunting. Venom could tell just by how the creature acted. It was both similar and different to how THEY acted when they stalked bad guys, but it was more skilled.

　 LET’S SEE HOW YOU HUNT ALONE, EDDIE.

　 Venom did not broadcast the words thru the bond, not wanting to disturb his host this time. He watched in silence as the wolf-creature smelled for and stalked a prey animal in the forest. He was impressed at how quickly they found a target, a female deer that was minding its own business, and was proud at how quickly Eddie took it down.

　 YOU MAKE A VERY GOOD PREDATOR, EDDIE.

　 Given the skill at it Venom wondered if this was why Eddie wasn’t too far against their need for hunting and live prey. While they started to enjoy their meal, Venom sensed danger near. But what? 　

His got his answer really quick as a bear came out to the clearing they were in. Eddie-wolf growled at the bear that was much, much bigger than them, and the bear growled in response. Venom could sense fear and anger from Eddie as they quickly backed down and fled.

　 WHY EDDIE? WE CAN JUST AS EASILY TAKE THAT DOWN, CAN’T WE?

　 For the first time, Venom got a response to his commentary and flashes of memories came from their mind. The bear constantly attacking and stealing Eddie’s prey, and how the first time Eddie had tried to take down the bear he barely managed to get away. That allowed Venom to connect the dots on another memory. Just a few months ago, he had found Eddie returned from his 'excursions’ with bad scarring that he tried to brush off as an accident on his bike, but considering it was during Eddie’s 'secret vacations’ he didn’t look to far into it. As far as he could tell, this bear had for the past several months stolen Eddie’s prey. That won’t do at all.

　 WE CAN BE SO MUCH BETTER EDDIE. TOGETHER WE CAN TAKE DOWN THIS BEAR FOR ALWAYS STEALING.

　 Venom finally managed to finish re-bonding with Eddie and showed the wolf a beast they could be together. At most he could just feel hunger from the wolf, but also a want. A want to take down a big prey, to eat and be full. And finally agreement.

　 EXCELLENT!

　 And at that, Venom surrounded Eddie much like the first time they transformed to fight Carlton Drake’s goons. Soon the wolf was much bigger and more deadly than ever, with longer, sharper claws, and deadly teeth. There was a taste of glee and death on their mouth. There was a rush of adrenaline and elation almost, ready to take down anything. And they took off on the hunt.

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Eddie slowly woke from his slumber, the sun was just starting to rise, warming the area. He felt the usual soreness he felt after his monthly transformation, no longer feeling the tiredness that usually happened right before. The transformations usually felt close to healing, even though they were extremely draining the day of. He stretched, feeling every muscle pull and every joint pop, glad to be human again and he rolled to his back so he could stare at the sky which was slowly lightening. It was only then as his mind fully came awake that he realized….

MORNING EDDIE.

Eddie sat up with a start. “Venom! You’re still here.”

WHY WOULD I NOT BE?

Eddie sighed. “It’s not that, I had no idea what the transformation would…” He trailed off looking down at his hands that he was about to rub his face on, noting the dried stiffness they had. He then looked around and noticed the destruction around them. He jumped quickly to his feet, running away from what obviously used to be a bear, shouting a curse. “What the hell happened??”

WE TOOK DOWN THE BEAR THAT KEEPS STEALING YOUR FOOD.

“You took… wait how?” Eddie walked away from the nightmare that was before him. He looked down and noted that he was also covered in this mess, so he headed towards he lake.

TOGETHER. WE FORMED OUR VENOM FORM, ALBIET IT WAS DIFFERENT IN YOUR WOLF FORM. DO YOU WANT TO SEE HOW?

Eddie held up his hands. “I’ll… take your word for it V. Thanks. That bear’s been stealing the other me’s food for a while now, according to the park rangers it migrated down from the mountains and they’ve been trying to figure how to get it back up. Guess that’s a moot point now, huh”

Eddie let out a derisive laugh as he stepped into the cool water of the lake.

EDDIE, WHAT EXACTLY IS A WEREWOLF? WE SAW US TURN INTO A WOLF LIKE CREATURE, BUT THAT WAS NOTHING LIKE THE IMAGES FROM THE HORROR MOVIES WE WATCH.

“Hmm? Oh, right. Well like I said last night, its pretty much a curse. When I was a kid, I went to a camp out with some friends. Though I wouldn’t really call them my friends, since… you know about how hard I struggled with that.” Eddie shrugged and started to wipe off the mess from the night before. “One night, I was attacked by what I had thought was an ordinary wolf. A month later I started to get really sick. And the bite wound started burning really bad. My dad of course just thought I was being a pussy about it, pretending to be sick.”

Eddie finished cleaning himself and started swimming to fully wake up. 

“Luckily my sister was into monster movies and books and she had a hunch that maybe what bit me was a werewolf. She locked me in the basement on the night of the full moon. She stayed nearby just in case I WASN’T a werewolf. Fortunately my dad was drunk as usual and didn’t pay us any mind. Unfortunately she was right on her hunch.”

WE STILL DO NOT QUITE UNDERSTAND EDDIE. WHAT DOES ALL OF THIS MEAN?

Eddie walked to the edge of the pond, where he knew there was a log to sit on. “Once a month, on the night of the full moon I have to transform into that creature you saw last night. I come out here to make sure I can’t hurt anyone. If I bite anyone they would be cursed as well, and I can’t let that happen.”

WHY?

“Why?” Eddie splashed his face to cool it down. “You saw what I became, what we became. That kind of creature is far more dangerous than probably even Riot. Hell I had no idea what this would even do to us!”

US? IS THIS WHY YOU HAD US BE WITH ANNIE WHEN YOU TRANSFORMED?

Eddie sighed. “Yeah, man I didn’t know how this would effect our bond; if we would be able to handle this.” Eddie trailed off as he caught the tail end of a feeling that quickly vanished. "V…. what was that?“

IT WAS NOTHING EDDIE. 

"V, were you worried that i was trying to get rid of you?”

OF COURSE NOT EDDIE.

Eddie could tell his symbiotic friend was lying.

“V… Come out. Let me see you, right here.” Eddie held his hands side by side in front of his face. 

Venom formed a snake like form right where Eddie requested, his face ended up being inches from his.

“V, listen. There is nothing in this world that that could ever convince me to get rid of you. No matter how aggravating you may be, there is nothing that I would ever trade you for.”

EVEN IF SOMEHOW YOU FOUND A CURE FOR YOUR CURSE?

“Not even that, bud. And now that I know we can survive every month, there is nothing that you could do to make me get rid of you. You understand?” Eddie pulled Venom’s face towards his so their noses were pressed together

YES, EDDIE.

“Good. Now let’s get dressed and head back into town. I’m hungry for something other than bear.

SO WHEN IS THE NEXT FULL MOON?

#venom #symbrock #veddie #fic #my art

[mingi-bubu]

Watch “Youth With You” with Me!

Episode 2

and we are back with episode 2!!!

i have my water, i have my ramen, my phone is plugged in, and there is a box of tissues within reach

as marvelous mr mark lee would say, lezgeddit

again i think its so funny hes not even in my bias line but i love him anyway aldskfjas;d

oh that’s an uncomvy way to start out

ok now yixing is talking about what they need from the trainees to become good idols

i love that they’re playing cherry bomb in the background ngl it’s really funny

oh we really are gonna replay zhang pd’s whole rap speech arent we

oh my god the guy in the background looked like yangyang im quaking

oh booo i want to know more about the planet/moon mascot

i want to have the ultimate trio of good round boys if xukun’s run has a round lil dude as well

in this house we stan round lil dudes

ok back to the action

this episode is 2 hours fukc that

alsdfkjaslkdf the mentors telling yixing to chillax love to see it

this guy’s outfit is uh.........interesting

kinda baggy

akdfaksdjf chen sijian trying desperately to save his ass after yixing’s speech about rap i love to see ti

wow csj has a lot of range in what he wants to be able to perform

i lowkey vibe with his song so far

he dances like i do alkdfjaslkdj

hes good tho

that move looked xukun-esque

i really do like this song actually

he looks like he’s about to start crying which is mood

that was v good

i hope A but probably B

laskdfjds i love yixing feeling like he has to clarify everything i lvoe to see it

alkdfjasdlkf i love this kid hahaaha he’s hilarious

he got a B

i called it

omg his lil run!!!! i love himmmm

the question i still dont know the answer to yet is why the senior seniors are also here?

and im too lazy to McGoogle it

AHHHHH SHENSHEN’S GROUP!

black pearl himself i love h im

shi mingze!!!

shi zhan i sure hope that the “naughty” translation means he’s like a prank playing bastard and not a regular one UwU

imma be real with y’all even if i didn’t know unine i still think i would’ve loved shenshen and rooted for him

like if i were to go back in time and be watching it live like i am with this season

i think i still wouldve supported him

im excited for their performance

i say as if i havent also watched a fair few times

a;iodsfiadosfu hhx saying that he looks like his uncle made me choke on my veggies

i deffo think that mingze wouldve been my second tho

that man has charisma for days

hey in case you guys forgot

they are

they are bg project

my boys got D

but at least they’re all together

class D is gonna be jam packed on god

given that they only practiced the dance for a week im v proud of them for D

man just dead dropped into the splits i hate to see it

theyre just little boys

ajdfksald; “they call me hanhan but there’s a lot of trainees here with the character han so you can call me xu”

babyyyyy

i love thier matching hoodies

;aksdfjaskd to say nonstandard mandarin im weak

asdfjasd dragged by his hair im so weak

alsdkfjasldkf meeee tooo xu

i too would confess my love for yixing if given half a chance

i love their lil kickies its so cute

xu has a good voice

this song is so fun!!!

it gives me like 70s vibes i lvoe to see it

kdsfja;lskdfj xu baby boy is so cute

alsdjfsa hes just a little boy

i love him omg

yixing’s laugh i :3c

shit hes so cool

i havent seen the dance in it’s fullest before this so it’s super cool

im not married yet but xu i sure could be

i know i know the decisions of the duo’s rankings but i can’t remember

anyway i also stan xu

oh that’s right

f

i cant wait to see how they grow!!!

MINGMING TURNA FLAKSDJF;LAKSDJF;LAKJFOIWE MINGMING

YAO MIGNMING THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

HIS LIL UNEVE TOOTH SMILE I LVOE HIM SO MCUHG

SIX YEARS I LOVE YOU

MINGMING IS SO CUTE I LOVE ONE (1) MAN SO MUCH

i love how excited jiayi is for mingming’s dance

damn that’s some chroeo right htere boys

its so weird to see mingming here vs houw i see him dance later

like theres a different sort of confidence he has later after his talk with yixing

they’re both a lil outta breath but yechen seems to handle it better

i think ymm is too focused on dance

but it’s his speciality so who cares

mingming looks so cute

i hate how mingming was very not like idk confident in himself in certain aspects

i mean like i understand why but it still makes me sad

mingming got a c

yechen got a d

yechennie no baby its not yourf ault that he got the grade he did

i; just want to give these boys hugs

i am going to cry bc mingming looks like hes about to cry

is this deep voice boyo

it is deep voice boyo

i call him boyo but he graduated with a degree in biomed

that octave change thooooo

i liked it a lot

bass boy got a grade of C

i love that yao chi and jiayi are so expressive that everytime the mentors give a grade the camera immediately cuts to them

core one

huaiwei is such a sweetie i love  him

alsdkfasld xixi and jiayi

didnt the go to the same college??  i recall seeing grad pictures of them together

dorks i lvoe them

jkasdjflsd yao chi aka yao wow wow

i love him so mcuh hes so cuteeee

asdklfsadklf the facemasks im scraming

what the fuck kind of christmas songs occur in china to have it be the first thought at the sound of “mai rui” (merry)

awww they’re performing one of their senior’s songs that is so cute

BITCH WITH THE ACCAPELLA I AM SCREASCHING

XIANGHENG DAMN BOY

THE FUCKING TRILLS I

THE HARMONIES

OH MY GOD

YAO CHI YOUR VOICE BABY BOY

THE HIGH NOTES

oooh they lost the magic about halfway thru

yaochi is my favorite hype boy

KKKKKDADLKFAJSDHIS VOICE SIR MY RING IS READY AND I AM DOWN ON ONE KNEE

HES SOCUTTEEEE

ooh b to xiangheng

yaochi got a c!!!

and changhua!!!

d goes to beret boy

kaksdfjasd cast planet!!!

guan yue!!!!!

alksdfasldk yao chiiii

this definitely had to have come out of the 70s or 80s

guan yue has such a contagious smile1!!

this is so fun

everyone is dancing

except yixing who looks dead inside alkdfjlskd

hes so cute i love guan yue!!!!

awww jolin likes himmmm

fuck yixing really said no one gets an a today didnt he

guan yue got a b

his partner got a d

YUEHUERA LEETS HEEAR IT FOR THE BOYS

HANHANHANAHANAHANAAHDSFAHSD;KFJ IEWE

IMV ERY EXCITED

alsdkfsdj yangyang not bowing at the same time sent me

the younger brothers bullying hanhan we love to see it

a;ldskfjaskdljf stop bullying the baby hanhan

im so excited for this one ive watched it so many times

i feel so bad constantly for the uniq members bc their company really said you can go fuck yourselves we only want you in film not music

also we are a little like very little over halfway thru the ep

i am not going to cry at yixing clapping and getting everyone else to

OOOOOHHHHH OOOOOOOOHH

YEAH YOU’D BETTER RUN AWAY GIRL

I LOVE MONSTER SO MUCH GUYS YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

LIKE A MONSTER 

A BASTARD

GUI ZE

GOD THIS SONG IS SO FUCKIGN GOOD IF YOU HAVENT LISTENED TO IT GO AND STREAM INT BPLEASE

WENXUAN HITTING NOTES I CANT WE LOVE TO SEE IT

GOD IT’S LIKE A FULL ASS CONCERT RIGHT NOW OH MY GOD

WITH THE MF ROSE PETALS YES YOUNG KINGS

YAOCHIIII WAS SO EXCITED

i dont think they get an a tho

alfkjasdlkfjasklfjd yangyang avoiding doing rap was so cute

that’s right he ends up with a b i think bc of how he sings

i love wenhan’s voice

also this song is so 

its gonna make me cry im glad lrh said you can stop now

damn there really were no A’s in the initial rankings are there

oooohhh it’s vogue 5 from earlier with the muncher

awww yc is so hype its cute

ohhh slick with the mf drum stick catch

asldjfalskdjfkdsljf li wenhan’s face im dead

they all get c

ahhh chen youwei’s turn!!

mr 5th prince himself

hes so noodley

hes literally legs, arms, and torso

that’s it

al;sdkfjal;s he got an F what

ok then

oh gramarie

hmmm  i didn’t like it as much

the final grade was 2 d’s and 2 f’s

i hate that the 3 color boys dabbed

hanyu’s group anyways that’s who they were

asfdalskdfjasl;kdfj the accent group showed up

i love these guys theyre so funny

montage happening of different performances

 the grades were between c-f

no a

ok but you had like several candiates for that ranking but fuck us i guess

i love yixing tho he wants the best for these boys

i am not tearing up that is a false narrative

mr zhang yixing my ring is ready and i am down on one knee just say the word sir

d class is Full

like they really put a lot of trainees there

ok!!!  first task is, of course, the show’s theme song

the stage is so fucking cool guys i love it

i love the amount of bucket hats im seeing from the boys in the training previews adklfjasd

oooh it’s move in time

someone has a giant carrot and another guy has an elmo i love this

lol no elevators adfjasldf

asfsadkfjalksdf shenshen and mingze i love it

i didn’t know jiayi and guan yue were roommate

awww jiayi’s grandmothers lil knitted thing thats so cute

alkdfad hanhan straightaway bullying hanyu adkfjskdj

huaiwei and wang jiayi are roommates i

love to see it

wait how did mingze style his hair???

it took minghao 5 hours to learn the theme dance

i hate it

love the romantic music they put over minghao when he first appeared

i got distracted by minghao teaching the trainees but minghao is teaching the trainees

hes so cuteeee

he got all flustered when they clapped to thank him

class d really do got those steps in eh?

li chengyang got scared by the class above them aldkfjads babie

im not crying over wang jiayi staying so late and jiayi helping him and then minghao showing up to help him im not

i am

oh god my tears are still salty and hurty

im am crying over the ninceness that minghao his showing

not me being viciously reminded that the mentors here really do want to see the trainees succeed in their endeavors

alkdjflasdkfj his lil heart thing thats so cute

ok the next episode preview is about continuing the practice for the theme song stage, reranking, and they hint at the first stages that the trainees will go thru

and the episode ends with  the theme song performance

aksdfjasldk xixi’s tie ends up over his shoulder at one point adkfa

i love the wave motion in their choreo

i know i said this before probably

but it’s really cute and who doesn’t love a good tie moment

i hate the piano at the end tho bc it makes me want to cry for some reason

like it reminds me a lil bit of the npc run theme and how they played it at the end when the last x amount of trainees were seeing videos from their family and friends

or manybe im making things up idk its like 1:30 in the morning rn

i also just realized i was cheated out of seeing love shot which

rude

but ok then

anywayy

im tired and will probably spend a good chunk of tomorrow either catching up to @baobeejun or working on the xunario

have a good rest of your day wherever you are

stay safe !  stay healthy!

see you next time <3333

#unine's run #cpop #youth with you #ywy #idol producer #e2 #jae.txt #jae.wwm

[uniqueimagines]

Finding The Tattoo

Paring: Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested: No

Description: Having lived in the Southside of Riverdale your whole life you never thought a change of wardrobe would have such a huge impact let alone it affecting your love life.

Warnings: Violence and cursing.

Word count: 3725

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Riverdales south side had been your home all your life. You have never been further from home than Greendale and even that was a rare occasion. Southside High was terrible but you didn’t mind all that much. You have were never one to stand out all that much and being an official serpent meant even if you found yourself getting some unwanted attention for the Ghoulies they would protect you. To this day there has never been an issue with anyone though. You never dressed too scandalously to school or much of anywhere until recently. With the weather getting warmer and after persistent badgering from your best girlfriend Toni you finally decided to branch out your clothing choices from old jeans and band t-shirts to something a little more flattering.

Standing in your bedroom at the trailer Toni stands at your closet and begins throwing clothing at you. She tosses you some fishnets, ripped light high waisted skinny jeans and a black v neck crop top. When she’s done throwing stuff at you all you can do is laugh, “you really think I can pull this off?” She rolls her eyes and glares, “just put it on! And with this bralette.” She finally tosses you matching set of dark green lace panties and a matching dark green lace bralette. Sighing heavily you take the clothes to the bathroom and quickly change also throwing on a pair of socks. You quickly curl your h/c hair putting it up in a half pony letting a few strands curl and frame your face as you put on some cat eyeliner and mascara along with a red lip.

When you walk back into the room Toni’s jaw drops and you look down blushing, “Does it look okay?” She nods almost drooling at this point, “ Ugg I would do you in a heartbeat.” She smirks and steps to you wiping her finger under your lip to fix the red lipstick. “Now it’s perfect. And the red lip?” She cocks an eyebrow at your personal lipstick choice. “Hey, go big or go home right? Also we are gonna be late if we don’t get going.” You laugh lightly, while you don’t love Southside High you have always managed to keep up your grades and didn’t like being late.

The two of you hop into Toni’s car pulling up to the school with 20 minutes to spare. Both of you stepping out of the Jeep you pull up your jeans a bit and immediately feel eyes on you. More specifically all the guys in the parking lot, both Ghoulies and Serpents alike, were staring at your ass. “T- Toni…” you turned to her after quickly throwing on your serpent jacket and backpack trying to hide from the new attention. The boys look away and continue on with their conversations and smoking before school when Toni glares at them all. “Come on, Y/N/N. Ignore them. They just aren’t used to seeing you show off that smoking bod.” She gives you a playful smack on the ass. You look over your shoulder still feeling one set of eyes on you. Sweet Pea smirks as Toni smacks your ass and drops his eye into a small wink before returning his attention to his cigarette and conversation with Fangs around their bikes.

School goes by fairly uneventful until lunch as you try to ignore all the male gazes. You sit at your normal table with Toni, Fangs, Jughead, and Sweet Pea. “T….” you groan as some of the male Serpents at a table across the room are clearly staring at you and begin whispering. “This is not what I wanted to come from this.” You groan nervously and put your head in your hands on the table. Toni gently rubs her hand over your back. “Hey it’s not their fault they are curious,” fangs chuckles making you snap your head upright. “Curious about what?” You ask annoyed at amusement to your situation. “N-nothing…” his eyes go wide never seeing you so irritated. “Tell. Me. Now.” You snap slamming your fists onto the table making him jump and more guys in the lunchroom stare.

“Chill out, Y/N/N. You are only drawing more attention to yourself,” Sweet Pea laughs lightly. Toni nods and rests her hands over yours trying to relax you. “If you know something just spit it out,” Toni glares at Fangs knowing he had more information than he wanted to admit in front of you. “I’m not so sure you wanna talk about it here…” Jug says in a hushed tone with a serious look. “If someone doesn’t tell me right now I’m gonna smack someone” you growl in a low tone annoyed at this point.

“Well umm…” Fangs bites his lip looking at the table lowering his voice so only the small group can hear, “they have never seen this much skin and… well they wanna know where your hiding your serpent tattoo…” his words trailed off in the end but everyone managed to hear it and all Toni can do is laugh as you cover your face with your hands. “Well I belive me and FP are the only two that know where it is seeing as he gave us both ours at the same time.” This comment makes the three boys opposite to you and Toni on the table stare. “So where is it?” Fangs says quickly now wanting to know more than ever. You nearly throw your milk from lunch at him as the bell rings that lunch is over. You all leave the lunch room and finishing the school day.

With nothing else eventful happening at the end of school Toni persuades you not to go home and change before heading to the bar. “Fine I won’t change but if you don’t get there in 45 minutes I’m leaving!” You roll your eyes. “I promise I’ll be there before then” Toni hugs you quickly before running to her Jeep having to run home and change herself before heading to meet you at the Wyrm. “Hey you wanna ride?” Sweet Pea calls. Him and Fangs are finishing their smokes before leaving to the bar themselves. “That would be great. “ you smile softly happy to be leaving with some friends rather than alone.

You quickly walk over and they put out their smokes. Sweet pea hands you his helmet and Toni was taking your backpack to her trailer so you didn’t have to take it with you to the Wyrm. You take his helmet and quickly slide it on and slide on the bike behind Sweet Pea. This isn’t the first time he’s given you a ride and surely won’t be the last so you know to hold on tight. When you guys arrive at the Wyrm you slide off and hand the helmet back to Pea. As both of you walk up to the bar Pea opens the door for you and lets you and Fangs walk in before he does letting the door close behind him. The three of you make your way over to your normal pool table.

Despite it being quite early it was a Friday evening so the bar was already fairly packed making the room quite warm. You slide your jacket off draping it over a chair nearby the pool table before picking up a cue. “Fangs wanna play?” You ask desperately wanting a distraction to keep your mind off the stares and whispers of today. He nods and begins to play. About halfway through the round Sweet Pea brings you your favorite drink along with himself and Fangs a beer. You down it quickly needing to relax. “Princess there’s no need to stress on all this. It’s just a compliment. Your hot and we all know you have a tattoo. They just are curious where you hid it” Pea chuckles lightly only annoying you more. You ignore him and continue playing ignoring anything not pertaining to the game.

While leaning over the table to take the winning shot you suddenly feel someone grab your hips pressing themselves against your backside. Quickly spinning around to slap them Toni grabs your hand before it can connect with her cheek, “Nice try baby but it’s just me.” She laughs lightly bringing you into a hug before handing you another drink she grabbed for you. You take a sip before heading back to the table and sinking the winning shot making Fangs throw his cue into the table annoyed he had lost to you. “Hey Fangs don’t be all pissy. You should have known I would win. I always win” you smirk the liquor and your win making you a bit more relaxed and much more happy.

You drink just enough to get a touch tipsy and make the night more fun as Toni you to the dance floor. You two dance her hands all over your petite figure but by this time you don’t really care. After a while of dancing you sit with the boys in the corner. Toni had ditched you for a possible hook up. Around 11pm Toni comes up and whispers in your ear. You nearly nod and give her a small eye roll and then she leaves. “What the hell was that?” Pea raises an eyebrow. “She found some girl to hook up with and asked if I would be okay if she left and if I could find my own ride home.” He nods ”If you need a ride I can take you home.” You shake your head and put your feet up on the chair across from you “I’ll be fine. Besides I’m not ready to leave yet anyways.”

You play a couple more rounds of pool with the boys and let the majority of your buzz wear off before your ready to go home. It’s past 12:30 at this point. “Hey Pea I’m gonna head home. I don’t know where Fangs ran off say bye to him for me please.” You smile lightly. “You sure you don’t want a ride. I was gonna leave soon anyways.” He raises a brow at you. You simply nod and slide your leather jacket on walking out the door. The walk to your house from the bar should only take around a half an hour to fourth five minutes. While it would be easier to get a ride as that would only take 5 minutes you would much rather walk and get some fresh air.

About 10 min from the bar you hear some footsteps behind you. Turning around you see nobody and begin to quicken your pace. About halfway to your house you hear the steps again followed by a snide voice call out, “So you gonna show me the tattoo or do I have to find it for myself?!” You turn to see a pack of Ghoulies the tallest of the 4 is the one shouting at you. “Oh fuck off you would have never even noticed me before today why now?” You groan stuffing your hands in your jacket pockets gripping your brass knuckles in one and switch blade in the other ready to fight.

“Oh baby I would rather fuck you than fuck off,” he smirks as the begin walking towards you again. You turn and begin walking away hoping they may just lose interest. You hear their footsteps just behind you and you quickly turn connecting your fist with your brass knuckles into the tallest boys cheek causing him to stagger back in pain gripping his bleeding cheek. “Oh you fucked up now “ he turns spitting at you and before you can react one of them tackled you to the cement. You struggled against him and managed to get your blade out and stabbed him in the side. Rolling out from under him the boy you had punched us now beyond pissed and kicks you as hard as he can in the side. Everyone can audibly hear the cracking of your ribs as you scream out in pain.

Hearing the roar of two motorcycles you are unsure if you are hallucinating. At this point your laying on your back on the floor with one boy each holding your legs and another holding your hands. Kneeling all his weight on your hands digging more gravel into the backside and pushing the gravel embedded into your palms in further. They had taken your switch blade and cut off your shirt also cutting your stomach in the process. Having not found the tattoo the tallest boy pushes the boy holding your right leg away taking his place as he slides the pointed edge of your blade into your hip just above your jeans before sliding it under. Blood trickled down your side and he begins slicing your jeans open down the right pant leg.

Once reaching about an inch or two down your jeans just before your underwear you hear Pea screaming, “Get the Fuck off of her!” He quickly jumps off his bike ripping the Ghoulie that is cutting you off but in the process the boy slices a deep vertical cut in your mid thigh. You scream out in pain. With one solid punch from Fangs and Pea each of them have one of the guys knocked out cold. Sweet Pea is on a warpath his face bright red as he slams a second one into the concrete. Before Fangs has a chance to turn to the third guy Sweet Pea has him pinned to the ground punching him. “Pea that’s enough!” Fangs yells causing Pea to let the guy go to crawl away.

As he rushes to your side he yells at Fangs, “ Call Toni. We need her help right now!” Fangs quickly pulls his phone out calling Toni twice. She answers immediately knowing they wouldn’t be interrupting her night if it wasn’t serious. “Tell her we need her car a med kit and a blanket. There’s a lot of blood” Sweet Pea calls pressing into your leg trying to stop it from bleeding. After a minute Fangs hangs up and comes over. He quickly pulls off his flannel and sits you up enough to wrap it over you. Sweet Pea doesn’t let his hold on your thigh even when Toni pulls up.

Jumping out of the car her hair is in a messy bun and she only had time to put on sweats and a zip up sweater. She quickly tosses the blanket over the back seat. Lifting you up Sweet Pea calmly says, “I’ll ride with Toni. Keys are in my bike ride them both back. We’re bringing her to my trailer. “ Fangs nods and Toni hops into the driver's seat of her Jeep as Sweet Pea crawls into the back wrapping you in the blanket. He holds you in his lap in the back seat putting pressure onto your leg again. Without another word Toni drives as fast as she can to the trailer park pulling in front of sweet peas cabin like he instructed. He quickly gets out but is careful not to hurt you as he’s lifting you out. Fangs pulls up just after sweet pea is out of the car and runs up unlocking the door.

Pea immediately takes you to the bathroom laying you on the tub. He bunches the blanket up under your head. He pulls out a second first aid kit as Toni walks in with hers. “Take care of her.” He looks down at you sadly. When Sweet Pea walks into the living room Fangs has just arrived back with his bike and hands him your serpent jacket. To everyone’s surprise it wasn’t damaged at all. “Should we get her some fresh clothes?” Fangs asks looking up holding your keys. “I don’t wanna go through her stuff. I think she’s had her privacy invaded enough today. She can just borrow some of mine.”

As Toni slides your jeans and fishnets full off being completely silent as she begins to clean your legs. You slowly wake up as she pours the bactine across your leg and you can now hear the boys speaking. You can’t help but have a small smile and wincing as you feel your bruised cheek. Toni noticed your awake finally “How are you doing sweetie?” You can’t help but laugh a little causing your head to throb more. “I’ve had better days. How bad is it?” You close your eyes again to ease the pain in your head a bit. Toni presses a bit of gauze to your thigh and tapes it down to keep it in place until she can wrap it.

After cleaning all of your cuts Toni needs to clean the last bit of dried blood off your thigh and stomach before she can wrap your leg and ribs. She gently wipes them with a wet washcloth. “Do you think you can stand on your own Y/N?” Toni asks needing you to stand to properly wrap your leg and ribs. “Judging by the pain in my head in a lying position…. no.” You laugh lightly. “Can Pea come in and help…?” She asks hesitantly knowing you may be a bit uncomfortable as your in only your underwear at this point. You just nod and sit up a bit.

“Pea can you come help us. And bring her a set of clothes please” Toni calls out. You hear Sweet Pea’s pacing stop before he quickly walks to the bathroom having already grabbed a shirt and some basketball shorts for you to wear. When he walks into the bathroom he immediately stops and looks away when he realizes you are nearly nude. As he blushes and stares at the ceiling it makes both you and Toni laugh. “Pea I just need you to help me stand and stay standing long enough to wrap my leg and ribs and get dressed. You can look at me.” He sets the clothes on the counter before slowly looking at you and can’t help but do a quick up and down checking you out.

Stepping forward he takes your arms and slowly helps you stand and step outside the tub. Toni quickly wraps your leg and ribs as you lean against Sweet Pea. The three of you work together in silence to help you step into the basketball shorts and tie them tight enough that they won’t fall down and slide the shirt over your head without straining your ribs more than necessary. Once you are dressed Sweet Pea helps you sit on the edge of the tub as Toni begins cleaning the mess up. Sweet Pea asks, “ do you want to go home or you can sleep over here.”

“Thank you I don’t think I could make it home even with help.” You smile softly reaching your arms out to you for help. As he helps you stand again you you give a small hug to Toni and thank her. After helping you to his bedroom and helping you lay down he asks, “ Do you need anything, Princess?” You shake your head, “Please just say thank you and goodnight to Fangs for me.” Sweet Pea gives you a quick kiss on the top of the head before walking to the doorway. “I’ll just be on the couch. Call if you need anything.” You smile softly and nod before laying down.

After about twenty minutes of laying in silence you hear Toni and Fangs leave. Sweet Pea turns on the tv putting in some random show to fall asleep to. Shortly after the others have left you fall asleep. Around two in the morning you woke screaming from a nightmare. Within seconds Sweet Pea  was by your side. “What’s wrong are you okay?” He says looking around “I’m sorry I just had a nightmare.” You were sitting up rubbing your eyes. “Okay do you need anything? How can I help?” He aids running his hands through his hair. You look up noticing Pea shirtless and disgusting with the waistband of his sweats. “Umm would you… Will you sleep with me… i just I would feel more comfortable if I wasn’t alone….” you say quietly a bit nervous he will say no. “Of course,” he smiles. As you slide over he slides into the bed with you. You snuggle close to his chest and he pulls you close. Sweet Pea holds you until he’s sure you are fast asleep before falling asleep himself.

When you finally wake the next morning you can smell food as Sweet Pea is already up and cooking breakfast. You slowly limp into the kitchen. When you walk in he has his back to you and is still shirtless and you can’t help but admire his muscular body. “Morning Pea,” you smirk as he jumps at the sound of your voice. “Don’t frighten someone working around a hot stove!” He says with a fake pout. “So sorry. How can I make it up to you?” You ask laughing at his fake pout as you lean against the edge of the counter. “I think a hug will do,” he laughs walking to you. You home your arms up to wrap around his neck as he wraps his arms around your lower back pulling you into a snug hug being sure not to squeeze too tight to hurt you. You pull back keeping your arms wrapped around him hand resting at the nape of his neck.

“Better?” I smile looking into his eyes and biting your lip. Pea nods and leans in pressing soft kiss to your lips. He begins to pull away but you stand on your toes connecting your lips once again. Leaving one hand on your back he moves one hand to caress your cheek deepening the kiss. Only pulling away to take a breath he rests his forehead against yours. “Please let me protect you from letting anything like last night happen again. Please be mine princess.” He whispers gently brushing his thumb over your bruised cheek. “I thought you would never ask,” you giggle. As you hold him tight against you Pea slides his hand to your front gently tapping his fingers over the front of your hip right where your panties rest and whispers close to your ear, “Love the tattoo baby” and kisses your cheek.

Masterlist

#riverdale #riverdale imagine #riverdale fandom #sweetpea #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x reader #imagine #toni topaz #fangs fogarty #jughead jones #cheryl blossom #cheryl bombshell #dilton doiley #dilton doiley x reader #toni x reader #toni imagine #fangs imagine #fangs x reader #fangs forgarty x reader #jughead x reader #jughead #jughead imagine #fp jones #fp #southside serpents #serpents

[spirit-shroud]

Fanfix ask: I N K Q V Z

hewwo! ♥ from this ask

I: How many fandoms have you written in?  Do you have a favorite? technically, i’ve written fanfic for d gay man, h*mestuck, toontown, w*zard101, world of wardumb, undered tale, deltaed runes, hyperlifter, bard game, moonlighter, oneshot, dust: AET, Portal, no.6, and more recently, pokemon. i only have ut/os/swsh up on my ao3 tho because most other stuff is Very Old or just generally incomplete/not the general vibe of the fandom lol

undert*le was fun to write for just because of how rapidly my hits/kudos/comments went up but tbh i really only wrote for it because of the attention my fics got even tho they werent like.... remotely good. half of that is  looking back on my past work and cringing just bc it’s my past work but like. idk. im really hoping that writing swsh stuff will be a similar high but it’s something i feel a lot better taking my time and putting actual effort into my writing for 

N: Any fic ideas brewing that you’d care to share? oh always, heres some upcoming chapters of legendsfor the ones im actively working on/have been adding to lately: Tangled in Glimwood - the usual two end up dangerously lost in the glimwood tangle and have to set up camp for the night, armed with like, half a steel move and a trusty cast iron frying pan between them to make sure they’re safe from all the rude ass fairies. includes fun friendly banter such as ‘hop i swear to god you CANNOT eat the glowing mushrooms they are DEFINITELY SUPER POISONOUS’ and ‘this is why nobody in your family has any taste buds left’ and ‘do you think phantumps remember being alive? do they have any of their memories? if we both became phantumps, do you think we’d recognize each other and keep being friends? is that weird to think about?”  Hopscotch - hop has always been there for reader, so when his spirit gets crushed by bede, you step in and offer emotional support and it’s mushy as all hell. this fic entirely is being written bc i’m pissed there’s no option to hug hop during the game. i cant summarize it either its just ‘hop feels bad so you do something about it like a good friend instead of a Silent Protagonist Bastard Fool’ 

Striped Pajamas - a semi-sequel-but-not-really? a sequel if you squint? to sea vents where marnie, hop, and reader hang out again and have a sleep over and like. play video games together and it’s NICE they have FUN and my girl SMILES FOR REAL BC ITS WHAT SHE DESERVES 

Homecoming - reader + leon have been together for awhile and he’s bringing them home to meet his mom+little bro. it’s mostly uneventful and even awkward, as i’d imagine that kind of thing would be, so reader spends most of their time hanging out w this neglected nine year old child who really wants to show them his craftmine builds and amaze his future sibling-in-law with his intensive knowledge of Weird Science Facts

Pink and Blue - y’kno who’s nice? piers. optimal bro material. a lot of exhausted gay energy in this dude. this one is like. post-championship cup reader + hop just adopt this poor washed up man since they’re sad kids seeking guidance and he’s a sadder adult with too much time on his hands now that he isn’t a gym leader. sort of like, a ‘mentor who’s life is falling apart needs a new son’ sort of trope bc that’s pretty optimal. 

this got kinda lengthy but i do have more bc i have WIP Disease ™

K:  Do you have a guilty pleasures in fic (reading or writing)? idk how to actually define ‘guilty pleasure’ tbh. like. i like what i like and that’s all there is to it. x reader fanfic is a circus and i’m the ringmaster, bitch

Q: Do you like getting prompts from your readers? yes!! always!! i need to update my writing request page on my blog n maybe people will like. send me some dkfjhsgkjdhfg

V: Are there certain comments you’ve received on your stories that have stuck with you? its not a specific comment but ive been thinkin like. daily abt that guy who lovingly commented on 15/17 of my und*rtale fic collection despite it being very clearly abandoned for years. like. i still need to come up w a new chapter to thank em but i just dont have any un*ertale juice in my system rn 

Z: Is there a story you’ve written that doesn’t seem to get much love? not really tbh, like, i think out of the 5 fics i have on ao3 rn (fragmented, speechless, bad dialogue, my burden is light, day to day legends) they all have the expected amount of hits/kudos per their audiences. id really like some comments on ch1 of d2dl before i got ch2 posted but it doesn’t really bother me too much that there isnt any yet. its 1 chapter and it’s been only a week lol 

i also wish mbil had more comments but also the one hot fandom isn’t very large, the x reader one hot community is even smaller, and i havent updated that in like. a year dkfgjdhfg

#kc takes questions

[thecartoonarchivist]

Weekly Spotlight #3

Alrighty!! Onto week 3 of the Weekly Spotlight!

In honor school starting up for many individuals all around the U.S. in the next week or two, I’m going to be discussing the TV show--- Drum roll, please!

*a very vibrant drum roll*

Class of 3000!

When I first decided to do a Weekly Spotlight on this show, the only thing I could really remember about this show was part of its theme song. Not the intro itself, but its theme song. To be completely honest, I often find myself humming it or playing it over in my head when I’m doing tasks that don’t require a whole lot of thinking. I also remember an old flash game that Cartoon Network used to have on their website but... that’s not really conducive to this Spotlight.

I have the distinct feeling that when you hear the theme song, a lot of you will start to remember it too. Warning! This theme song is will get stuck in your head if you’re not careful. You have been warned: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSpEd7XI1Fg

To give a little bit of background into this series, this show was produced in a joint venture between the Tom Lynch Company, Andre 3000, and Cartoon Network. Some of you may know Andre 3000 (a.k.a. André Benjamin) as a famous rapper, part of a duo known as Outkast. For those of you who don’t know who this individual is (like me,) Andre 3000 is the musical genius behind the famous hit, “Hey ya!” and worked with other famous individuals in the hip hop genre such as Drake, Jay-Z, B.o.B., Lil’ Wayne, Wiz Khalifa, and many others. To say that Andre 3000 is talented would be an understatement. Of course, going into this, I was a bit skeptical since a lot of series based on famous personalities not only tend to age extremely poorly, but also because the entire foundation for the series itself ends up being built on very shaky ground in the first place.

That being said, rewatching a couple episodes of this series, I ended being shocked at how charming and unique this series was. I actually could believe how much of this show I had ended up forgetting and instantly started to wonder whether or not I realized how good it was when it was still airing.

So! The premise: Sunny Bridges is a famous musician that has many individuals that look up to him as an idol, including a local Atlanta, Georgia boy named Lil’ D. However, having spent so long in the music industry with its main goal to make more money, Sunny has lost his love of music and decides to quit the music business. Lil’ D, having lost both his idol and his school music teacher in the same day, is completely heartbroken along with the rest of his other musical classmates. Desperate to find a new music teacher, the class band together to help raise money for a new hire. After a series of quirky events and shenanigans, Sunny becomes aware of their plight and decides to become their new music teacher. And that’s the basic situation that sets up for the rest of series. The show then follows the wacky situations and crazy solutions that Sunny and the rest of the music class come up with in order to solve their outlandish problems.

And honestly? This show was fantastic. For a show that premiered over ten years ago, I’m completely shocked by not only how relevant the show continues to be, but also how well all of it has aged!

I think one of the things that works in its favor is the strangely unique character designs. Sure, they have the iconic noodley arms, lack of ten fingers, and very exaggerated defining features. But all of it is done in such a way that leaves an imprint on your mind that these characters are their own thing. It’s their own style and their own personalities that even simple “archetypes” fail to do justice to their own individuality. And I absolutely loved it.

One of the things about this series is that it prioritizes fun over everything else. And when I say that, I absolutely mean it. Everything about this series absolutely screams experimentation: from the hand-painted, messy, watercolored backgrounds, to the bizarre, psychedelic, music sequences, you can tell that the creators of this tv show just when hog-wild with it and simply had fun. The jokes are corny, yet surprisingly real. The situations are over-the-top and ridiculous. The dialogue is quick-witted and snappy. I even caught some insane subtle 80′s pop-culture references, such as references to Jumpman (the original Super Mario game) and Flashdance, complete with their own water scene and references to Michael Sembello’s hit song “Maniac.” And the craziest part about all of this? I had fun too.

Did all of it age great? Certainly not. The music sequences constantly made me question: Am I high? Did someone slip something into my drink? 

(Yes. This all came from the same exact show. No, I am not joking.)

Some of the music absolutely screamed early 2000′s. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZhXkq9kTNk&index=5&list=PLBB2FE6AE00856C63

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kn_EGLtOVGU&index=6&list=PLBB2FE6AE00856C63

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XBRMpvW_mQ&list=PLBB2FE6AE00856C63&index=11

At times, some of the jokes and the writing felt predicable. But honestly, when you put “fun” first and foremost in this series, those flaws don’t seem as completely egregious as your first impression lets you believe.

The music, overall, was extremely catchy. The comedic timing was spot on. Even the situations, although blown completely out of proportion, felt so realistic that I was reminded of my own headaches and frustrations living through music class in high school. Honestly, this series was just fun, interesting, and a great breath of fresh air after watching so many cartoons that use the same episodic formula with no love in what they do. 

So from a musical standpoint, how does it fair? Is it actually, you know, accurate?

The thing about this series is that it didn’t focus on musical lessons per say. Yes, they did have lessons that hearken back to my high school days in the band room with my director standing at the podium, waving his baton like there was no tomorrow. But really, these lessons were more life lessons wrapped up in musical clothing. The pilot opens up with the idea that you shouldn’t forget where you came from; you may want to leave this place behind and throw away all the things that you considered “boring” and “uneventful” but when you get out into the real world, you start to appreciate all the things that made you who you are now. And that lesson? In a kids’ tv show?!  That’s crazy. I could feel myself reflecting on each moral with every passing episode, and I just was surprised on how real it was. I never felt like I was being talked down to, or that the production team was cutting corners, just for the sake of putting out another episode; really, I just felt this outpouring of love and passion into a crazy project that felt like the creators never thought it’d see the light of day. 

As a musician, however, I’m able to notice a few inconsistencies here and there that make the magic less ever so slightly. I was a little disappointed to find that a lot of times whenever the character Madison, a derpy, blonde violinist with a heart of gold, it wasn’t played by a true violin; in all reality, a lot of the music that was supposedly played by Madison was actually just a synthesizer. (In English, that means that they had a violinist play each individual note from lowest to highest; record it; and then use those recording on an electronic keyboard, so that they can play it as if you play a piano. It’s very hard to spot the difference, but as a violinist myself, the difference is rather stark for my ears.) I can understand why they did this--- hiring a violinist for every small violin sound that your character makes just doesn’t make sense on a cartoon budget. Still, it saddens me how little there was of actual violin audio. Speaking of violins and “faking” sounds, I also found that the music that was playing and the music that the kids were supposedly “making” had a surprising disconnect. Often, I see scenes where Tamika, a sassy harpist, Madison, and even Eddie, the rich clarinet player, were all playing and yet... those instruments were clearly absent from the song. Again, the rule of fun first, but still... it always urks me as a musician to see instruments playing when they are obviously not playing in the song. It just looks so stupid. 

There were also a lesson or two that I felt were very important life lessons but were a little... lacking in the musical department. Take “Peanuts! Get Yer Peanuts!” for example. Sunny opens up with a question on what he should start teaching as a music teacher, as he has never done it before. Kam suggests that they do finger exercises, as that’s what their old music teacher used to do. Sunny, instead, decides that he’s going to have the kids be “artistically free” and just... play what calls to them. Have fun with it! Play what it feels like to be in a cave, or on a busy street, or to knock the walls down! What Sunny fails to realize in this situation is that, although having fun with your instrument and feeling what the music is trying to tell you is important, “finger exercises” are the foundation of good playing. Are they boring? Absolutely. Are they tedious? Oh, sweet Macy, yes! But are they important? You better bet your bottom dollar they are! If you can’t play at all, how are you supposed to play challenging music? How are you supposed to play what you feel when you can’t even play with good form? Having fun with your playing is important; you aren’t going to even pick up your instrument if you aren’t having fun. But if you don’t have a certain level of discipline, there’s no way in hell that you’ll ever succeed on a professional level as a musician. That’s just how it works. Of course, the lesson in this episode is focused on working together and how important communication is when working as a group, but I still felt that this... inaccuracy gave a false representation on how being a musician actually works.

But at the end of the day, this is a show about having fun with your art as well as learning some life lessons on the side.

Overall, this show is extremely charming. The jokes were extremely clever and enjoyable. (Tamika: Are you sure you saw Sunny Bridges go this way? Lil’ D: Unless I mistook him for a bear driving a Jaguar. *Bear speeds off in a sports car* Lil’ D: That was a Lamborghini!) And the art was something interesting and stunning to look at. I was surprised over and over by the limits that they tried to take with this show (how many new and interesting was can you draw caricatures of your own cartoon drawings?!) and honestly, this show was just some good wholesome fun. 

Rating this show, I’d have to give it an 8 out of 10. 

It was great. A little weird at times, sure! But that’s the cool thing about experimentation--- you get some weird stuff sometimes. This series is going to the top of my rewatch list because, really, I remember so little about it and the show was so enjoyable that I absolutely want to sit down to relive all the silly adventures that the Class of 3000 will bring me. 

I highly recommend you give this show a chance and see what it’ll give you. You never know--- you might just have a little fun while you’re at it.

[Edit (8/23/2018): I forgot the read more tab... *deep sigh*]

[Edit (9/22/2018): How the fuck did I miss tagging this as the Weekly Spotlight?!? I am so sorry!]

[Edit (11/21/2018): Fixed a broken tagging system.]

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#class of 3000 #Cartoon network #cartoon #musical #andre 3000 #2005~2010 #I was legitimately surprised at how good this was #Like I want to sit and binge this whole series now #Course with school starting up that's not feasible #But still #it's good #So try it #you won't regret it #weekly spotlight

[postmodern-polarbear]

I sit here at 1AM, alone. Staying awake as a way to postpone having to work tomorrow; a way to not face the next day. My best friend ships off into the air force tomorrow. Yesterday was the day I met the person it'd take me a year to recover from. It's also the beginning of Fall, the season that brings so much change. It makes me realize something. I don't do much; I'm not very interesting. I always think of my life up to now uneventful, or as though it hasn't started yet; but it has. I had a childhood, I always knew that, but now I realize I had a life as a teenager, and got to enjoy plenty of the things that come with it. I had plenty of friends, a lot of which who I don't even talk to anymore. I went places, had fun. But it's all over. It has been for a while. Every day I have to face a tiny bit more of the future, something I don't want to acknowledge at all. I need to start college. I need to move towards living on my own. But I'm still hanging onto something, and I don't know how to let go of it. My friends are in college, moved away, or in the military now. Even the amount people I talk to online is at a smaller number than it once was. Things feel so different and I just don't know where to go. I know what I need to do though, more than anything. I need to grow up. It's time to face the future. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kz-DwuYU3Ys

[foxofthedesert]

RQ OUaT FF | OGA: Ch 8

Chapter 8 – A Bitter Draught

An uneventful month meanders by after the destruction of the garrison at the border. In the interim, Regina has spent her nights much the same way. Tonight no exception is made to the routine that has played an integral role in maintaining an even keel through the undulating seas portentous of a tempest about to blow in from the southeast.

The entire morning was spent embroiled in mostly monotonous meetings, one after another spanning a broad assortment of topics ranging from lumber industrialists bitching about deforestation protocols to a presentation chock full of charts, graphs, and illustrations given by an appallingly boring magistrate from the southerly regions regarding the 'dire threat' posed to her local waterways by wildlife run amok. Apparently overzealous beavers and moles alongside unusual upsurges in foxes, deer, and other agricultural and animal husbandry endangering critters pose as severe a threat as a witch hellbent on the kingdom's destruction – an elucidation for which Regina was ever-so-thankful. The highlight of the morning, and the entire day really, was a girl's chorus from the vicinity of Perrault who visited just before midday to finalize booking them for a gala to be thrown in Red's honor. Regina was so besotted with their cherubic enthusiasm for celebrating the upcoming birthday of the Queen they all adored that she allowed them to lunch with her.

Unfortunately, the proceeding afternoon and evening hours sapped all of the positive energy of that delightful hour. Drafting budget proposals for the council to review was not her idea of fun, nor was reviewing the repairs to the western wall nearing completion after a series of delays. All the same, those things had to be done lest the nobles had cause to question her commitment to the kingdom's financial health and the citadel's security. So after seeing the girl's chorus off, she sequestered in her office, hunkered down and scribbled figures until the wrist and fingers of her right hand ached. Several hours later, she emerged only to spend the next two meticulously inspecting stonework and newly dug rainwater management culverts in the midst of an autumn chill rolling through the area.

By the time Regina trudges up the corridor to her bedchambers, she is weary to the marrow of her bones. Pausing at the door, she fondly recalls how Red had returned from a similar visit to the western wall the month before. Coated in sweat and mud, Red had stank something awful but was nonetheless the picture of simple satisfaction at having broken Queenly protocol to help the workers haul rocks, mix mortar, dig trenches, and pour concrete to fill said ditches so that the new section of the wall had stable foundations. Regina's nose turns up at the memory of the smell wafting from her filthy wife, but then she melts at Red's happy smile at having exhausted herself in hard, honest work that paid objective dividends she has personally witnessed. The wall is now twice as strong as it was before repairs were undertaken. Several times during her review, she was approached by workers and offered thanks for Red's unnecessary but greatly appreciated aid.

I'm just glad it was her that pitched in with the grunt work and not me, Regina thinks, smirking down at her pristine clothing. If Red wants to break her back getting down in the mud with what she insists will always be her sort of folk, she can have at it. As for me, I'll be staying clean and dry. Like mother said, 'That is what servants are for, Regina, and we pay them well enough for their labor. Your job is to ensure that labor is not done in vain.' She wasn't right about a lot, but that's one point I'll agree with her on.

There is a part of Regina that cringes at how snobbish that sounds. Fortunately for her, it is not big enough to make any notable impact upon her conscience. The last time she let the stark disparity between the haves and have-nots bother her, she was a young and criminally naive fool who believed in concepts that will never harmonize with reality – such as the idiotic assumptions that love will always triumph over hate and good over evil. Daniel's death was a slap to the face curing her of those delusions, one that she has yet to recover from and probably never will when five years of marriage to a hopeless romantic has only made a tiny dent in her condescending streak. Besides, if Red can put up with her occasionally sneering down her nose at the common man, why should she be bothered to change any more than she already has? And it isn't as if she is the same callous tyrant who constantly abused the impoverished lower classes during the Dark Days.

Since she fell in love with Red and that hopeless idealism her mother tried to destroy flickered back to life into a quaint but undeniably extant ember, the plight of the rank and file has conclusively improved. There is still destitution, yes, as there always will be in a world as cruel as theirs. But there has been steady upward progress. Salaries of workers all over the citadel, and indeed all over the country, have reached record highs under her audacious agenda to redistribute some of the gross wealth being hoarded by the nobility. The program has not boosted her popularity among the effected noble houses, although even the hardest hit among those most wealthy individuals cannot argue with the wholesale economic benefits produced by a proletariat that is increasingly awash with disposable income. Merchants are especially reaping the harvest of this marked upturn in consumerism, and their nearly universal support of her measures has offset any intransigent defiance from the excessively privileged aristocracy.

So no, Regina does not feel bad for still being a bit of an arrogant, pompous, egotistical asshole. And why should she when Red admittedly finds that side of her...oddly arousing? The answer to that question is self-evident.

As Regina loiters outside in the hallway, the manifesting temptation to provoke Red's attraction to her nasty side is quite potent. Yet as enjoyable as the lengthy, highly energetic romps with her wife invariably are, she is not really in the mood tonight. Unusual as that is, all she wants is to settle in for a relaxing evening in the company of her favorite person in the universe. Red's consistently reliable warmth and devotion is more than enough to take her mind off of the sinister looking storm clouds always a nagging pace ahead of her stride. Storm clouds that thunder the ominous promises of the witch that murdered Robin in front of the whole court and wiped the garrison at Tamerlon off the map.

Prior to entering the chambers, she preemptively sets a number of wards over their door to match those she applies to her wife's person each morning since that terrible day they watched helplessly as one of their dearest friends died. She cannot be too careful since the witch threatening her life also made that lewd comment about Red. Expressing an intent to kill her is one thing, but implying untoward intentions toward her wife is another altogether. So Regina ignores Red's limited amount of snarky griping about her paranoia as she carefully applies the wards, and does not feel a bit bad about doing so. There is no length to which she is unwilling to go to prevent such an indignity being visited upon the only person she has ever known who deserves to live a free, peaceful, and happy life.

Thus far there have been no assassination attempts, much to Regina's equal relief and consternation, which is why she has not immediately recalled Mulan from her task shoring up the southern border with Drakkenhall. It also comes as no great shock since there have been no further sightings of the witch, though she wishes that were not the case. Were there actionable intelligence, she could be out there doing something about the threat. As is, her frustration only grows with each passing day and it feels more and more like the introductory theatrics at the garrison and with Robin were a pot of water hung over a lit fire. Now whatever malefic brew is being prepared has been left to simmer, and once heated to a rolling boil, the concoction will be poured out, no doubt inciting mayhem within the kingdom. To Regina, the waiting is far less preferable to the attack sure to unfold any day now. At least in open conflict she can retaliate. Right now all she's done is sit on her ass, hands tied behind her back, powerless to strike out at an enemy who has yet to reveal herself save through veiled taunts. Psychological warfare is being conducted, and having it waged upon a person of action such as herself is beyond aggravating.

The only comfort through the interminable period of peace before the storm is her nightly ritual with Red. Relaxing together before bed, sipping the finest vintage, and talking about their days helps to unwind the massive knot of frustration that is her entire body and mind of late. Somehow, Red is able to stay calm whereas Regina's self-control is fraying at the edges, and when they are together that inner serenity soothes her irritated nerves as if seeping in via emotional osmosis. After the destruction of the garrison and Robin's death, she's been constantly itching for a fight that refuses to present itself. Red, though, is eerily composed, able to go about her daily business without thoughts of their close friend's abrupt demise hindering or entirely paralyzing her. Whether she's just being brave for Regina's sake or has simply stowed away her grief until the current crisis is over remains uncertain. Regina is too selfish to ask which is the case. Right now she needs her wife's unshakable devotion, quiet strength, easy-going companionship, tender reassurance, and dependable affection – perhaps more so than she ever has.

"Hey, hon! You look beat," Red greets upon Regina's entry.

"I am," Regina says. "It was a long day."

Approaching from where she was perched at their vanity, reading the latest in a long line of epic romances gifted to her by Belle, Red offers Regina a compassionate smile. "I heard. Lots of meetings, huh? And drafting the yearly budget proposal on top of that. I don't envy you."

Regina hums her acknowledgement. Red had spend her day in the town that sprung up beneath the looming shadow of the castle almost immediately after construction was completed some two centuries ago. Referred to now as Eisentor as much due to the easily defensible layout teeming with choke points around the base of the mountain as to the massive steel-reinforced gates, manned around the clock, that bar entrance to the sinuous access road carving a path up to the precipice upon which the Dark Palace sits. In Eisentor, Red is a regarded as somewhat of a fixture, as she can be found there as oft as permitted by the many duties incumbent upon a sovereign.

Today Red paid a visit to the bakery Regina once spied upon and learned of the shifting opinion of her people regarding her rule. Red does not say anything to indicate where she went, nor does she need to; Regina can see the burn marks on her fingers and forearms from greedily plucking hot pastries out of the oven because she was too impatient to wait for them to be safely removed. Ennis and Hanna, the baker and his wife, permit Red to have her run of the place. The indulgence isn't surprising since Red is their Queen, although Regina does not think that factors into their overly kind allowance. Red has a way with people that disarms them almost instantly then has them reduced to so much putty in her palm within a few more minutes. The proprietors of the bakery, all four of them, did not last even that long before they were not only letting Red have her pick of the fresh-out-of-the-oven goodies but were letting her design – and hand-make! – her own confections. The first time that happened Red came back home with flour on her face and dough on her dress, which was a costly garment to have produced. Fortunately for her, the gingersnaps dipped in white chocolate she had baked were delicious. Had Regina known Red had a talent for baking she might not have resisted bedding her quite so long as she did.

In any case, Red's day was far less strenuous than Regina's, thus the reason for her being extra sympathetic. Which she most certainly ought to be as she probably had Ennis and Hanna's absurdly attractive children pawing all over her while she was flitting about their establishment like a butterfly perfectly at home in an environment that decorum would expect her to avoid appearing too comfortable in.

"As well you shouldn't. How are Rina and Alfred, by the way?" Regina asks, unable to keep the venom out of her question. She is still uncomfortable with how much time those two funny and kind, extremely gorgeous, and very single siblings spend around Red.

"Doing good," Red says, smile shifting with longsuffering affection for Regina's irrepressible jealous streak where those two are concerned. "You don't have to keep saying their names like a dirty word, by the way. They're just friends who know I don't have eyes for anybody but you."

"Maybe so, but I'd still feel better if they both got married already," Regina grouses, mood souring further when Red chuckles at her discomfort. "Yuck it up, buttercup. Mock my concerns. But answer me this, what are two highly attractive and eligible individuals like them doing unmarried in their mid-twenties? Huh?"

"Waiting for the right person just like I did," Red calmly answers, ever the diplomat. "The see what I have and want it for themselves. And you know what? I don't blame them one tiny iota. Everyone should be as lucky as me to have found somebody like you."

Eyes dancing, Red sidles over to Regina and pulls her into an embrace without permission. To Regina's frustration, she allows the uninvited move, even appreciates the motive behind it and the comfort it gives her. Ten years ago, she would have incinerated anyone who dared such boldness. Instead she melts into the embrace and accepts the kiss pressed gently to her lips.

You've turned into a pathetic sap, Regina. But who can blame me? These arms are the safest, most loving place in the world. And those kisses are worth all the gold in the kingdom. I may be a sap but at least I'm a happy one.

A chuckle reverberates through Red's chest as Regina loops her arms behind Red, hands joined at the small of her back. "You've been jealous of Rin and Alfie for years for absolutely no good reason. How many times do I have to remind you that neither of them are interested that way in girls?"

Regina pulls away, brows arched. "I thought the same once. Before Leopold's death, I held to my mother's puritanical view of same sex attraction. And then I..." she trails off before mentioning her introduction to Maleficent, not wanting to put Red in a bad mood as well.

Red does not care very much for Mal. Never has really since their introduction almost seven years ago. She insists it is because of the ancient hatred her kind harbors for the race of dragons. One of few historical contributions Anita made to her daughter's thirst for knowledge about her roots was an oral tradition passed down for untold generations which holds that the dragons created werewolves and then enslaved them as a labor force they then exploited mercilessly to erect their great castles and earthworks, some of which exist to this day. That enmity is apparently ingrained into werewolves, which might explain why Red is on constant alert whenever Mal is around for the week or so she visits two or three times per year while her daughter Lillian is with her father. It might, that is, if were not for the scathing glances Red often cast at Maleficent, whether Mal was paying attention or not, only occurring when Regina was present. Among other trustworthy sources, Iris has informed Regina that Red acts perfectly normal when alone with Mal, and that they even seem to get along rather well without Regina between them as she oft is to the keep the peace. Obviously, Red's loathing for Mal is just her own jealous, possessive streak rearing her ugly head – and it is a her, as there is no question the source is the wolf, who thought of Regina as her mate long before her human half did.

So, while it is true Mal was her first foray into the boundless pleasures of a woman's intimate touch, naturally she avoids speaking such a truth aloud to prevent any consequential effusion of blood. A fight between a dragon and the most enormous werewolf on record would not only result in one of the participants being seriously harmed, but there is no telling what damage those two would cause around the citadel tussling in their bestial forms. And as much as Regina enjoys Red acting irrationally possessive and territorial, she does not want her pleasure to come at the expense of innocent bystanders. Or worse, at Red's. Strong as Red is in her fur, could she really take on a dragon as big as a small castle and escape the encounter unscathed? Regina doesn't think so, and thus keeps her trap shut.

Plus, if Mal hurt Red...? Well, then Regina would have to hurt Mal, and she really does not want to do that. She has precious few friends as is that accept her for who she is and not who they want her to be. Mal is one of those, and the oldest at that. It would be unspeakably tragic if Regina lost their deeply embedded camaraderie because she was no better than Snow White at keeping a secret, even if it was her own and not that of another.

"Well," she amends after clearing her throat, "then I learned differently. Such revelations can sneak up on you, as you well know."

Red nods, nibbling her lip bashfully. Unlike Regina, Red had no prior sexual experience with another woman when they became lovers. Her innocence in the matter was as precious as it was exciting. And not only in that aspect, but Red was a virgin as well, having never been brave enough to breach that momentous threshold with Peter before his horrific demise at Red's unwitting...paws. Those crucial details made their first time a priceless gift twice over, so lovingly and trustfully offered by Red and accepted by Regina with all due reverence. Regina will never forget a single detail of that night. Every delightful moan Red let loose, every delicious shudder of the taut muscles in her flawless body, the keening encouragements as Regina's lips, tongue, or fingers discovered all the right spots she never imagined could make her feel so good, and even the whimpers of pain as her maidenhood was delicately torn – all are recorded for posterity within the vault of Regina's memory. Honestly, if she hadn't already known, simply being allowed to observe Red's first time while caught in the throes of some euphoria induced out-of-body experience would have convinced her she was indeed a bisexual woman with a clear preference for the fairer sex.

Getting to be Red's first in two distinct facets almost made her regret giving away both of hers, one to Daniel – a secret Leopold kept for her, one of his few commendable kindnesses to her during their marriage – and the other to Maleficent. Almost. But then she remembers Maleficent breaking her in, how the older dragon had made sure she felt immense waves of almost unbearable pleasure before being allowed to attempt reciprocation, and then how she was expertly guided in the particulars of bringing a woman to orgasm. Under Mal's diligent tutelage, Regina became an expert in her own right and was thus able to impart her wisdom to Red, who proved as eager a student as she once was.

The point, however, is that their fateful encounter on the mountain pass when Regina was hunting down Snow was the first time Red ever experienced attraction to a woman. The intensity of their connection, as she confessed to Regina during their initial and somewhat awkward dinner, had taken her completely by surprise. The fact of the matter is that when confronted by the right circumstance or person, attractions can spring up previously thought absurd if not downright impossible. And if it happened to Red, it could also happen to the baker's offspring. Even Alfred and Rina's preferences are as stated, they would not be unique in questioning them for Red's sake. More than one noble lady with a husband has let slip that they would be receptive to overtures from Misthaven's junior Queen. Hell, Regina herself has been propositioned by seemingly heterosexual women. As unlikely as such as turnabout is, it is not outside of the realm of possibility.

And so even if Regina knows she is being silly, knows that Red is being sincere when insisting she is a one woman gal, that she couldn't be happier in their marriage, and that there is no one else who could ever stir her heart or her passions the way she can, Regina cannot help but feel these irrational surges of jealousy. They aren't Red's fault by any means. No matter how much she has matured emotionally since meeting Red, she is still an inherently possessive woman who finds the concept of others wanting what is hers utterly infuriating.

And Red is mine, dammit. Mine!

"True," Red says, rubbing reassurance into Regina's back between the shoulder blades, like she can sensing Regina's troublesome thoughts. Which is not unusual. Damn werewolf senses. "And maybe they are attracted to me," Red goes on. "Just a teeny tiny bit. If so, they aren't the only ones, and that's not me being boastful. I've had to deal with roving hands and leering eyes since I first grew breasts and developed a figure that didn't more resemble a twig than a girl. That's partly why I made Gran teach me how to shoot a bow and Peter to swing a sword. But that also means I have a lot of experience ignoring that kind of unwanted or unrequited attention. At least the eyes, that is. Hands get slapped."

"Or cut off," Regina growls, remembering one time when a drunk stumbling through town groped Red's chest. On instinct, Regina drew her sword and relieved the man of the offending appendage. Red was not pleased.

"Let's not go there," Red says, nose wrinkling as if remembering the same thing. She then shakes her head, clearly finding the direction their discussion was heading odious. "In fact, let's just drop this topic altogether and meander over into safe waters."

Regina nods curtly. She had not liked the subject any better than Red. "Agreed." Silence then descends in the absence of a topic, not pleasant although not exactly unpleasant either.

"Have you heard anything else from Mulan?" Red asks a moment later.

Knowing this avenue of discussion is in many ways more stressful than the one they'd just been on, Regina indicates towards the plush sofa pushed against the far wall right next the bay window. "Let's sit first." Red's agreement comes by silently allowing Regina to grab her hand and pull her over to the sofa. Only once they are both seated, hips touching, Red leaning into Regina's shoulder, does Regina finally give a proper answer. "Yes, I have heard from Mulan," she says, as Red listens intently, Regina's tightly clutched hand sandwiched between her own in her lap, legs crossed, body angled inward toward Regina. "I received a letter yesterday. There have been no further attacks in Drakkenhall since the two last month. She seems to believe this lull in activity is indicative of an imminent strike. Called it the calm before the storm."

"And you agree with that assessment?" Red asks, looking every bit as worried for Regina's safety as she had the night after they buried Robin.

"I trust Mulan, so yes," Regina says, her tone betraying her own concern. "Also, I have heard reports from my spies of troubling rumors spreading through the lowlands between Snow's realm, Stefan's, and ours. Rumors of armed men being spotted in the dense forests, never long enough to identify numbers before disappearing into the shadows like ghosts. All attempts to scout out these interlopers have come back empty-handed. I'd ordinarily regard them as poppycock, but the locals have long claimed there are secret tunnels criss-crossing the region, remains of ancient works built during the Great Ogre Wars an age ago. Perhaps there is some truth to these rumors and some clandestine force is gathering right under our noses. Or this information can be dismissed as of no consequence because they are ludicrous. Frankly I'm not sure which is the case, though I am inclined to side with the latter over the former."

"Is there not anything we can do to find out for sure? Maybe send some troops to check it out?" Red asks, voice hitching with trepidation that has nothing to do with fear for her own safety or having to don the armor of war. Red is a fearless fighter, has proved so on many occasions. But the thought of sending her people out to battle, to fight and die on her behalf against an enemy whose strength is unknown, is to her an intolerable one. And, more than anything else, she is ever-aware of the witch's threat on Regina's life.

"Not with our forces already stretched thin since the corps stationed nearby was redeployed to Mulan's command on the border." That decision had come a week after Mulan's letter announcing two more villages on Stefan's side had been obliterated by their elusive magic-wielding enemy. It hadn't been an easy one to make, as those troops had standing orders to keep a close eye on Snow and Charming's realm. And if there was any chance those two self-righteous morons might be up to something nefarious, the time to instigate those plans was right now when Regina's eyes were elsewhere. "Best to address the foe we know for a fact is operating in Drakkenhall than to waste resources on what may or may not be a real threat. If you'll recall, we made that decision together," she points out, and not unkindly.

Regina is spared Red's response by a knock on the door that she answers by straightening in her seat before bellowing an affirmative command to enter. Iris strides in seconds later, a little behind schedule, looking slightly harried. In her hand is a silver tray holding two large bell-shaped wine glasses that each contain a generous portion of the castle's finest vintage.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Your Majesties," Iris says, sounding as atypically out of sorts as she looks. "I bumped into someone in the hallway, a redheaded woman I'd never seen before, and nearly lost the tray and it's contents." Her fair face darkens almost imperceptibly. "I stopped a while to question her. Turns out she's new, just got hired onto the custodial staff. Anyway, that's no excuse. I bet your pardon once more, my Queens."

"It's alright, Iris. No harm, no foul," Red says, demeanor warm and accommodating for the maid she would insist is not just that, but her friend.

Both Regina and Red accept their wine with smiles and thanks, though Regina's response is slightly strained by Iris' explanation as to her tardiness. She knows of no new hires amongst the staff, but that is not unusual since Red encourages her to trust more in those to whom she has delegated responsibility instead of micromanaging everything as she is apt to do. Iris, to her credit, says nothing about Regina's reaction except to inquire whether she can be of any further service other than the delivery of their nightly wine.

"No, thank you, Iris," Regina says, still sitting primly while in company other than family or friends as Red nervously worries the surface of her glass. As fond as Regina is of Iris, she cannot seem to lose the distinction between servant and friend ingrained into her from a child by Cora. "You may go." When Iris gives a curt curtsy then immediately begins to leave, Regina feels Red's eyes cut into the side of her head. She sighs. "Wait." And when Iris halts to turn back, adds, "Take the rest of the evening off and don't bother coming in until the afternoon tomorrow. I'd like a lazy morning for once. Both of us could use one, I think."

"Definitely," Red says, looking much more pleased than she did a moment ago. "Have a wonderful evening, Iris. And give John our love, won't you?"

"I will, my Queen," Iris says with effusive gratitude that makes Regina feel a bit better than it probably should. "Thank you both." Whereas Regina nods politely, Red offers Iris one of her big, toothy smiles that could light up the whole castle if she stood in the right place.

With Iris gone, Regina sinks into the cushions of the sofa and blows out a breath. "I'm sorry about before. If I sounded upset or harsh, that wasn't my intent."

Red softly squeezes Regina's hand that she has still yet to surrender. "I know. And I wasn't going to argue. I agreed with your suggestion just like you said and nothing since has changed that. I'm just concerned is all. A witch burning villages in Drakkenhall, rumors of strange men lurking in the lowland forests. I don't like the feel of this one bit."

"Me either," Regina agrees, then takes a sip of her wine. The full texture and smooth flavor go down easy, warming her from the inside out. "Believe me, I wish that underhanded she-devil would just come out swinging already. I'm sick of the games. The waiting is intolerable."

"I know what you mean. There's a tension in the air all the time now. I hate it. It's like waiting for the other shoe to drop. Only when it does, I can't help but feel I'll wish it hadn't."

"As much as I agree, we can't afford to think that way. Negativity breeds defeat, and I'm not about to let this uppity sorceress, whoever she may be, beat me on my own turf. When it comes to fighting fire with fire, I don't lose, darling. You know that."

"Ah, my heroic Midnight Queen!" Red sings, using the title she'd given to Regina long ago. "There is no foe in heaven above or Hades below with whom she will not stand toe-to-toe and prevail."

"Damn straight. And don't go forgetting that any time soon." Smirking, Regina tips her glass to Red, who clinks hers against it with an airy laugh.

"As if I could," Red says after they both take a luxurious drag of their wine. "You're not exactly timid or humble about your martial prowess. Never seen anyone best you with sword or spell, and we have a lot of good fighters and magicians in our arsenal."

Head swirling pleasantly from the alcohol, though it has hit her a little harder and faster than usual tonight, Regina grins darkly. "I just look forward to defending my undisputed title in both against the bitch who killed our friend."

"Hear, hear," Red says, then raises her glass. "To justice for Robin."

Approving of the gesture, Regina raises her glass as well, smile fading into an expression of iron resolve. "To justice for Robin. May it come swiftly and violently. And preferably at the business end of my sword or your furrier half's maw."

"I'll drink to that," Red says, and then they take another gulp of the delicious vintage Iris delivered.

The rest of the evening passes with amiable conversation and a few easy silences that see them leaning against each other while basking in their mutual adoration. They also sneak in more than a few kisses, most of them chaste, though a few get heated, one so much so that Red winds up in Regina's lap before they come to their senses. All too soon, however, the wine collides with Regina as if a sledgehammer descending upon a brittle clay pot, obliterating her senses. Vision blurring, hearing obfuscated, heart suddenly pounding in her ears, she rises unsteadily and nearly collapses straight into the floor.

"Wow," Red says, helping her to stay upright. "That wine sure hit you hard. Weird. Didn't do anything for me." Regina thinks, but is not sure, Red pulls a suspicious face. "Musta just been 'cause you're tired. Let's get you to bed so you can sleep it off."

Regina does not remember much else that comes next except for being wrangled onto the bed, her clothes stripped down to the underwear, and Red's wryly chuckled comment as she is tucked in, "Good thing you gave Iris the morning off. You'll be sleepin' late for sure." Then sheets are pulled up and tucked around her shoulders and all at once, before she can even manage to part her lips to speak, the lights go out.

Once the irresistible darkness claims Regina, she remembers no more.

#once upon a time fanfic #red queen #regina x ruby #Zelena is up to no good #mentions of DragonQueen #a bit of foreshadowing in this one