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chrollohearttags · 3 months

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window shopping • connie springer + ryomen sukuna x black fem reader

your two favorite fellow mall employees have a bit of a competition to see who can bag you first. Little did they know, you don’t want to choose.

word count: 3.7K

content + themes: crossover au, jeweler connie, foot locker manager sukuna (they’re both afro-latino coded in this idc), threesome tings (too many smutty things to list) car sex, heavy squirting, oral to name a few (.2 seconds of rimming), lots of humor, weed mentions, they call reader mami, miss and baby, she calls them both papi, crack ass post if I’ve ever written one.

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interesting. The one word you’d use to describe your work days at Center Pointe Mall. Although a gross understatement, it was still interesting..mainly due in part to what and who, rather..you encountered on a daily basis. Sure, the influx of customers and unfamiliar faces you saw during your employment at Sephora were most certainly wild cards. From the college girls who always mismatched their foundation to the business woman who needed that perfect skin care package to get rid of her crow’s feet..neither of them held a candle to those two..

“Good morning, miss. You look good today..like that hair on you.”

“Aye, good morning, ma. What’s that perfume you got on..’smell real good.”

it was like clockwork. Every day, as you entered for your shift, there they were. Stationed in front of their respective stores, ready to greet you. Flashing those beaming smiles, oftentimes with gold slugs in their mouth and with the same, sweet charm lacing their words. Ryomen Sukuna, who headed up the Foot Locker and Connie Springer, managing the jewelry shop which both just so happened to be conveniently placed on either side of your store. It made for fun times, for sure! When you’d have a slow day and you’d stand outside the doorway, vibing to the music they’d play because the top forty’s pop crap they recycled on repeat was driving you insane. Connie would talk to you from across the way as he waited for potential customers. Ryo, who was the manager, had other employees manning the store. He would come and interrupt the party none other than for the reason of chatting you up and getting on Connie’s nerves. Which made for quite the entertainment.

“Aw, hell. Here he go..Ryo, ain’t nobody talking to you, bruh. Gon’ somewhere.”

“Stay out of grown folks' business, Mr. Clean. I came to see my girl. What’s up with you, miss?”

which was so much more hilarious, considering the fact that the two of them? They were literally best friends! Dating back as far as middle school. Ryo was a couple years older but they were from the same neighborhood and were attached at the hip. Both exceptional basketball players and gifted artists. Drawing amazing artwork and a number of the tattoos they had on their bodies. Brilliant young men with wonderful personalities..how could you not adore them?! Regardless, all three of you would congregate outside of those doors and talk until customers came in and would even take your lunch breaks together. It was never a dull moment with those two, that’s for sure. Especially when it comes to vying for your attention. Buying your food, pulling your chair out and everything. They were perfect gentlemen despite their constant flirtation. Connie would use humor as a means to try and win your heart. Always spewing out corny jokes and making you laugh. Ryo was definitely the charmer of the pair..attempting to sweet talk you at every turn. One day, you were sitting next to Ryo in the food court with Connie in front of you as you grabbed the pink haired gentleman’s chin.

“You got such a pretty smile, Ryo.” And Connie was not having it. Immediately snorting as he sipped his drink, the chaos would ensue. “Yeah, cause he went and got them big ass veneers. Them extra large teef’…” prompting you to nearly spit out your drink and forcing your head down. You couldn’t take them anywhere! “..bet you eat corn on the cob whole. Chewing them muhfuckas like candy.” Knowing he was opening up a can of worms he wasn’t ready for.

“Worry ‘bout pedaling them fake ass chains, ConMan. Bubblegum machine ass necklace. Look at the diamonds, shit’s standing still..” And they’d go on forever, taking shots and licks at each other all day, putting you in the middle of it. “(Y/N), miss. Tell this baldheaded ass lil’ boy to leave you alone. We can go get a tester and put his ass outta business right now .” “Tell jumbo teeth to mind his business. Tight ass shirt on..bout to rip.” And you’d have to feign off their nonsense with laughter. “Y’all too much. I gotta go. I’ll see you boys later.” And both of them would instantly fluster at the sight of you waving goodbye. It was all but impossible when they’d watch those thirty inches of jet black hair and ass swaying simultaneously. Those plump, gloss covered lips; wearing your signature brown liner and beautiful features. A single nose piercing on the side of your left nostril..you were gorgeous. They couldn’t help but to admire. But soon, that innocuous affection turned to actual lust. Lust that was shared on all sides and unbeknownst to your bumbling boys..you wanted a piece of them both. They’d continue flirting, pining for your affection and even making a little wager without your knowledge to see who could bag you first..

but it was one night after work, when you were all seated in Ryo’s car. You in the passenger’s seat of his spacious, blacked out Trackhawk. He is in the driver’s seat and Connie was right behind you. Stationed in an empty lot not too far from the mall itself, the three of you would do as you had done several times:

“Here, your turn, (y/n).”

passing around a blunt and blowing smoke as you hotboxed..leaving a large cloud to fog up the already tinted windows. After four puffs, you were already beginning to feel the effects. Your eyes narrowed and began to glow red from the euphoria. But alas, your high was only about to increase tenfold when you’d drop quite a bombshell on them. They’d continue with their usual antics and alas, the question would arise again: who do you like more? And from there, they’d just go on and on, swearing that one or the other was the ideal choice. Ryo, with his deep raspy tone, would incite the behavior with the glide of a finger underneath your chin and that smooth talking. If it truly was a competition, you wouldn’t know how to pick. Granted, they were both so silly but there was a quality about each of them that you couldn’t resist. Ryo, with his overall sex appeal..this man was so charming and knew exactly what to say to get EXACTLY what he wanted.

“C’mon now, lil’ bro. I mean, I’d hate to hurt your feelings but don’t make the lady choose. It’s not even a question. Ain’t that right, miss?” Flashing you a wink in return.

but there was also Connie, who was a literal sweetheart. He had a more tactful approach to doing things. Despite all of the tattoos, chains and golds in his mouth, he had sort of this shyness about him. But in the same turn, you knew deep down, if given the chance, he’d show you that he wasn’t for play. “Don’t even play yourself like that, bruh. You know she would pick me everytime. Tell ‘em, mami. You just don’t wanna be rude..” Again though, you had no interest in making only one selection and rather..

“…who said I wanted to pick at all?”

leaving them both stunned and stopped dead in their tracks. At first, they were both a little taken aback. Completely misunderstanding what it was that you were saying. They figured that you meant that neither of them were on your radar and that you had no interest in being anything besides their friend. But once again, they were both wrong! With the look of shock still fresh on their faces, you’d waste no time in elaborating..starting with a kiss along Ryo’s jawline and whispering in his ear. . “I mean…why would I when you could both have me?” And it was then that their faces began to turn beet red! Illuminated with complete bashfulness. They knew that they had been pining after you something serious. Even making a few sexual innuendos here and there but never would they have guessed that you’d been down for something of this caliber.. “..you telling me y’all never thought about it? Because I have..all the time.” Uttering the confession with your tongue scaling the sides of his neck; flicking it over his tattoo. Meanwhile, your hand would snake to the backseat to massage Connie’s crotch. This silly little game was a moot point. What was the point of competition when they could simply work together to give you what you wanted?! Taking heed to your advances and obvious demand, they wasted no time in shifting gears.

“Well damn..if that’s the type shit you was on, all you had to do was let us know.”

Ryo, who was already groping your big, round tits, shoved his tongue between your lips and began to engage in a full blown make out session. Exchanging sloppy wet kisses, as you had been downing water in between your passes. Meanwhile, Connie would watch from the backseat, sort of aroused by the idea of spectating. He’d listen to your soft whimpers, the dirty words uttered into your ear and even how Ryo clasped your throat in his ink laden hands and immediately began to feel a pulse through the confines of his boxers. He’d discreetly cup the bulge and just slowly rub it as your ass jiggled from being folded over the console. Faint traces of saliva seeped from your mouths each time you both pulled away; only to find yourselves with one less article of clothing. Your hand had slipped into his black joggers and began tousling that growing erect around. You knew it was big by the visible print alone and could only imagine what it looked like. But before you could unveil the mystery and have too much fun, he’d stop and usher you to the backseat so you could both join Connie. “Climb back there..”

and they didn’t have to tell you what to do because the second you sat down in the middle, Connie would tap in. Bringing your face towards him and kissing you with such passion. Immediately wrapping his fingers around your neck and twirling his tongue around between your jaws. His hands worked to unclasp your jeans and once he did, that left hand would find its way into the seat of your panties..rubbing that clit whilst you stroked that cock in your hand. Running those fingers up and down that shaft; letting those duckbill shaped nails graze his tip. He was such an attentive and great kisser, you felt yourself growing wetter by the moment. Heating up on his very fingers..meanwhile, Ryo had joined the fray as well. Readjusting himself only for a split second to step out of the drivers into the seat behind him. Once he was with you both, it was up from there.

“Can’t let him have all the fun..c’mere, baby.” It was then that he’d shuffle his pants back down to his waist and allow you to stroke him as well. They had full fledged confidence that you knew what to do..going back and forth, exchanging kisses and gentle strokes..pumping each of them in your enclosed fists. Meanwhile, they’d take great joy in fondling your body. Ryo’s wide grasp encompassed both of your tits as he peeled your shirt away. Connie’s fingers were still tending to your sensitive cunt. Slick surrounding his digits as he worked them in and out..even massaging that thumb pad over your clit. In a matter of moments, they’d have you squirming in the seat and begging for more. Soon, Ryo’s lips latched on to your neck, suckling on the nape of it with a wild eyed expression. His raspy laugh ringing in your ear as he reached for your throat. Meanwhile, your palms were still clasped around their cocks, pumping the shafts with delicate strokes..without breaking stride, they’d use their free hands to rid you of those bottoms; shoving them down to your ankles where you’d kick them off. The same followed for your shirt, which Ryo tore open with minimal effort. Having long since discarded your bra, you were left with nothing more than a paper thin thong that was tugged to the side, along with your shoes that soon followed the rest. With you rendered completely nude, there wasn’t a thing holding them back..during the entire ordeal, they’d alternate between the different parts of your body; having their fill and taking their pick of what they wanted to indulge in next. As well as piling your head with compliments and salacious comments about what they wanted to do with you. Ryo not holding back a single detail of how many times he wanted you to come for him, even at the expense of his interior. Carefully examining that tight cunt spasming on his best friend’s digits. He had the utmost confidence that you could take the dick, regardless of their sizes. Luckily, the second and third row seating were laid back so you’d have ample room. Connie on the other hand, who had been honing in on getting you prepped..aware of how tight you were..couldn’t stop telling you how badly he wanted to use your throat. He’d often dreamt of seeing those pretty lips stretched around his cock..watching you gag, slurp and spit on it as it so carefully glided in and out of your mouth. And all you could do was whimper, thrashing yourself around on those knuckles to reach an inevitable orgasm and you were so damn close.

“Aye, Ryo. You think she’s ready, bruh? Feels like she is…what do you think?”

“I think so too, lil’ bro..say, love..you think you can handle both of us? We don’t wanna hurt you now..”

but they were both in for quite the surprise. You were far from the bashful type and you were about to give them something they’d never forget. Chuckling with your head suspended back, you’d chew lightly at your bottom lip before answering either of them.

“Handle it? Y’all better the fuck the shit out of me. I don’t like all that talking without action.” And with that, both Ryo and Connie were full and well aware of what they had to do if they wanted to keep you around! Ushering you onto all fours first, everybody got into position. You with your ass up in the air and back arched as Ryo saddles behind you. Connie sprawled out on the back passenger door as your head lowered into his lap. All you wanted was for them to use your body as they saw fit..fuck you until your legs gave out and a mess covered this backseat. “C’mere, mama. Lemme have that pussy..” with tattooed hands and fingernails digging into your hair, Ryo pushed you face down as he aligned that swollen cock head with your very sensitive slit. He couldn’t help but to be enamored with the plumpness of that pretty ass. That cute little asshole was already fluttering and that cunt dripping for him, preparing to stretch you open. Meanwhile, Connie was brushing that beautiful hair to the side so that he could line up with your mouth.

“Yeaah, there we go, mami. Eat this dick up..know you been waiting to..” and he was correct. Hence why it wasn’t a full five minutes before you’d find yourself stuffed full at each end. Deep groans released from each males’ mouths when the initial sensation of your holes hit. They couldn’t believe how silky and warm both of them felt. Letting out a simultaneous ‘fuck’, along with a laugh..they’d make haste in moving. You were more than well lubricated so they slipped in and out with ease. You’d bob your head slowly, up and down on Connie’s shaft whilst Ryo’s hands rested at the small of your back, slowly pressing those thumbs into those adorable dimples..sounds of clapping flesh and slurping began to emit throughout the vehicle and before long, all three of you were letting loose.

“Shit! Pussy’s so goddamn tight, baby..how you keep this from me all this time?”

“Fuuuck, mami. chupas esa mierda tan bien…” whimpering in a high pitched moan, he’d toss his head back and continue letting you work your magic. Those plump lips wrapped around that thick shaft as globs of saliva drenched down to his swollen balls. Without so much as a single gag. You took him nearly five inches down your throat before withdrawing and jerking him off. Even though he filled your esophagus. Leaving quite the sloppy mess in your wake. All while a sheath of creamy lather began to form as those thick cheeks collided with Ryo’s pelvis. You’d begin to whimper and beg each of them for more. “Yeah, mama..let us hear that shit. How much you love being fucked like a lil’ slut..” teasing before leaning down to lick up the curvature of your spine. “Mmph! Fuuuck..please, don’t stop.” And he had no intentions of doing so, especially when he’d reach underneath and curl his hand underneath and massage your clit. Making you twitch on that cock..but Connie wasn’t one to be neglected either. Because once you put your mouth back on him, he was done for. Lowering your head again, an entire sheath of saliva came spilling onto that shaft as you spat and continued pumping in your hand. Where you kept your focus, however, were on those round, full balls of his. Practically aching to the touch..apparent by the way his body trembled and those diamonds kept swinging and refracting against the star covered ceiling.

“Yeah, right there, baby. Suck that muhfuck—“ but just as quickly as he gave the command, he’d be halted in his tracks and his eyes would trail to the back of his head. “Fuuuuck! Oh fuck, do that again, baby. That feels so good.” Nearly catapulting out of his seat from the sensation of your tongue swirling around his balls and momentarily gliding over his entrance. He knew he’d probably never experienced something so salacious before. Talk all he might but Connie was a lover boy and most likely, incredibly vanilla. He preferred making love over rough fucking. Meanwhile, Ryo preferred his women to be freaky. The kind that would top him off and kiss him afterwards or let him put a foot on her head! He could only let out a hearty laugh as he watched his lil’ bro get bitched up!

“You a nasty lil’ bitch. I love it. Knew you was gon’ be a problem but damn…aye, Connie..you good, bruh?” Only receiving a loud whine back..knowing that you had damn near sucked the soul out of this man!

“C’mon, baby. Let’s switch.” And truth be told, he too needed a breather because if he persisted, you were going to be on maternity leave messing with him! Reluctantly withdrawing, he’d pull out and lay his erect across your back, spurting a trail of his precum across your skin. You all would maneuver around until the two of them had switched positions and you were flat on your back. Dangling your head, Ryo took hold of it as he leaned against the door and Connie spread you open. Pinning your legs back, he’d tap himself against your slick ridden, fucked out little hole..eliciting a high pitched whimper. One that hummed and vibrated against Ryo’s cock. It was such a euphoric feeling for all three of you. Especially with the sensation of that weed coursing through your veins. That thong dangled around your ankles and his wristwatch glistened under the lights as his hands clasped your ankle. Placing soft kisses around your calf. “Pussy’s so fucking wet, mami..damn.” Ryo was on the opposite end, thrusting into your mouth slowly with a gentle hand cupped around your throat. They were using you as they saw fit and you couldn’t get enough. They’d persist until they drummed out what would be the first of many orgasms. Which came not a moment too soon when Connie was pressing down into the center of your belly and pumping you full of cock. That’s when you felt it!…

“Damn! Let it out, baby..squirt on that dick, just like that.” Sending you into convulsions as he tapped himself against you after you all but pushed you out. But you were too busy having your mouth used as a sleeve to release any moans. But Ryo was aware of the way you hummed against him. Connie wasn’t going to be the only one having his fill. He wanted you to take his nut inside regardless of where it ended up. Tugging himself momentarily and seemingly premature, he’d hold you in place as he prompted you to stick your tongue out. Which you did with a wide smile on your face. “There we go.” Rewarding you with a long glob of spit afterwards. “Mmm, thank you, papi.” Showing your gratitude to them both. The two men would continue on their crusade to bring you to ultimate pleasure. Taking turns pounding in various positions..and entrances until finally..

“Fuck! On your knees, baby..just like that.”

“Suck that fucking cum out, mama..”

they’d instruct you to grasp both of their shafts and jerk them off until you milked them of every remnant of their cum. And it didn’t take long before you found your face splattered in both men’s semen and them rolling their heads back on their shoulders and crying out your name, along with a string of expletives. Needless to say, you all were good and spent. And very much satisfied with this little rendezvous! Even so, the gentlemen still couldn’t help but to question who was the better of the two. But if you hadn’t already made yourself clear, you’d iterate it one more time:

“Like I said, I don’t have to choose..I’m just window shopping.”

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charlie-artlie · 1 year

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MURDERBOT x FNAF crossover

Yes i am so serious.

OKAY very quick synopsis: for those who don’t know security units (SecUnits) in the Murderbot universe are half cloned human and half bot constructs that are rented out to clients as security guards. In this au, Security Puppet (or SecPup, if that isn’t too stupid?) is a SecUnit variant built by Henry to protect his daughter when kids mysteriously start going missing at the entertainment hub he runs with his business partner William (im thinking like a regular freddys but in a space mall kinda thing?) This is just a prototype, a new type of SecUnit that is specifically designed to watch over children. As Henry describes it: a SecPup will be a unique, fully customizable personal unit to any family, and because they are a construct with organic components they will be able to personally bond with your child. They are each specially crafted with the highest paternal instincts, strong enough to lift a vehicle and gentle enough to apply a bandaid to a scraped knee. Your unit will stop at nothing to protect its charge, because it will love them.

#five nights at freddy's #the murderbot diaries #fnaf au #fnaf marionette #charlie emily #arts #if your curious YES im very mad im posting this before ive posted any other Murderbot fanart #its not ready yet okay #i need to draw a fully lineup and theres like so many characters

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zoerocksand1 · 25 days

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Hatchetfield/Welcome to Night Vale crossover AU

-the Smiling God is actually Nibblenephim

-The Weather would be Hidgens singing Working Boys

-Tamika Flynn would think Hannah Foster is cool

-Cecil doesn't think Wiggog Y'rath is any more or less interesting than anything else in Night Vale, but still has a special broadcast one black friday because huh people are being weird at the mall, anyways he and Carlos got Esteban a new plush toy that's all the rage :)

#tgwdlm #hatchetfield #welcome to night vale #night vale #starkid #hatchetverse #nightmare time #these are all i could think of right now when i was struck with the vision

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xsapphirescrollsx · 7 months

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Sol

Written: June 22 2020

AU: Sunshine/The Martian crossover, set in Sunshine. Honestly it’s just an excuse to put these two together in a fic cause I love both of these movies. James Mace (Chris Evans) and Chris Beck (Sebastian Stan). You don’t necessarily need to have seen either of them. But it’s totally recommended

Pairing: James Mace x Black Reader x Chris Beck

Summary: Takes place during the events of the movie Sunshine. Icarus II has failed to deliver the bomb to reignite the Sun. The reader meets James Mace, and his best friend Chris Beck.

The repurposed mall, The Fire Pit, was crowded tonight. Even more so, the bar within was more of a community drinking spot than the sports tavern it was currently decorated as. In the far corner, away from more people wandering in, were two men. One sat chomping on a toothpick, laid back in the uncomfortable wooden chair with his long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. Blue eyes honed on the television softly reciting the news for the third time today. The other, a brunette, was held up by the smooth table nursing his drink as he carefully glanced from his friend back to the television.

Another batch of crops had successfully been harvested from underground farms. Along with the possibility of feeding the masses, news rolled in about the unusual amount of snow the Sahara Desert had received. James leaned forward, elbows on the tops of his knees as his eyes drifted to the floor and his spirit commanded that the Sun wait just a few more seconds.

It had to work, he thought. James looked back up to the monitor in time to see the scroll at the bottom of the presenter. The woman’s face paused mid sentence as she received instructions through her ear piece.

“No!” a woman yelled from behind him.

James’ mind went blank as he read the scroll, this time without interruption. Chris Beck put down his drink and bumped his knuckles into James’ shoulder.

“Christ.” hissed Chris.

Icarus I had failed to deliver the package.

James felt a warmth near him. Not his half-buzzed best friend Chris, but another, closer. He pried his eyes off the monitor to see a woman slowly staring at the news as she walked. She wasn’t watching her footing, nor paying much mind to the fact she was about to drop a tray full of empty glasses on top of him.

He grabbed her wrist gently and stood. “Easy there.” he said.

She turned to him, eyes wide with her lips slightly parted in shock. He looked over this stranger and decided to help her instead of hearing her process the concerning news.

“Let me get this for you,” he softly implored. James glanced back at Chris with concern. He then turned back to you and gently took the tray. “Show me where it goes? Come on,” he added while jerking his head to the double doors at the back of the bar.

You nodded, still dazed about the news and began to walk, James followed. Passing through the silent crowd dotted with the occasional curse you didn’t bother to look, you concentrated on the exit.

You swung open the double doors, never looking back at the man who had relieved you of the burden. You strode over to the sink, hunched over and wretched into the silver basin. Quickly you grabbed at the dangling, high pressure faucet and swept away any evidence of your troubles.

“You okay?” said the man, sitting the tray down near the sink.

Deep in thoughts about the end of the world, you jumped at his voice and then leaned back against the sink. He turned his head back to the double doors still swinging slightly before he spoke again. “It’s a lot to take in.” he said, looking back at you.

“It’s over. The world..it’s over…” you started to breathe heavy. “..we’re all going to freeze to death..I-”

“Hey,” the man walked over to you, crossing the grimy kitchen floor. “It’s not over until every plan has been used.”

You grabbed at your chest praying that your heart would return to a normal pace, but it didn’t. Squeezing your eyes tight you thought of the Sun. You remembered the hottest summer, how the rays beat down upon the land and your skin. The warmth of the memory spilled into the sensation of two hands on your arms.

“I’m James,” he said under his breath. You responded by lifting your head. From under the brim of his cap your watery eyes met his. “ James Mace. And I’m the engineer for Icarus II.”

2054

James committed to being on time for once. He passed stores turned into spots for cold travelers to grab food and heat. He ignored the smells of food, roaring fires and the voices of people raised in song in a few of the old stores.

He wanted to see you. He had even dreamed of you the night before. Of course he would never tell you what it was. He kept the memory of you dressed in a wedding dress private. Besides, who gets married at a time like this anyway? He wanted the sun to shine upon your skin, see the rays play through your curls, and enjoy the heat soaking into you with his lips pressed to yours.

Chris bumped his shoulder as James stopped short of walking into the book shop turned miniature library. He was off in his thoughts again, Chris took note and pointed at you through the large window.

Your new gig, one where you felt that some good was being done, James watched you mouth the words to the book you held in your hands. Children sat gathered around, on the floor as you read in hushed tones with animated gestures.

Chris stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked a few steps forward. He too watched you, smitten with the kindness in your eyes and the ease you had when dealing with the young. He was glad there were still people on this ice cold planet still capable of warmth.

The two men made their way into the library, Chris broke off toward the old travel section he frequented often when he came here. James, lingered by the door as he gradually wound around toward the sound of your voice.

“Goldilocks ran down the stairs, opened the door, and ran away into the forest. She never returned to the home of the three bears.”

You shut the book and stared at the faces of the children. And with a kind smile, and then crinkled your nose playfully. “Was it a good one?” you asked.

Toboggans bobbed back and forth with muffled gloved clapping from the kids. Their parents came to collect them one by one as you began to pick up the blankets from the floor.

A few kids lingered, taking their pick of the slices of dehydrated apples, peaches, and each took a handful of raisins. James glanced at them before his eyes landed on you. Bundled up tight he could still see your curves, a smile twitched at the corner of his lips as he remembered the warmth of your legs around his hips.

“Finished for the day?” he asked. James stood behind, wrapped his arms around your waist as you tossed the last folded blanket on to the pile. “Ya.” you said shortly and then leaned back in his hold.

Four years in and he still had the best hugs, you thought while your fingers caressed the tops of his hands. James turned you around and held your cheeks in the palms of his warm hands. He smelled like ozone and a mix of sweat and technology that engulfed your sense of smell. You didn’t mind. It was almost a comfort by this point.

James brought his lips to yours as he smiled.

“Wanna grab a bite?” he mumbled, and pulled back.

Chris rounded the corner holding a floppy magazine with the mountains sprawled across it. “I’m taking this.” he said while waving it shortly in the air.

“I think some of the back-up crew would get a kick out of it.” he continued. He flipped through it while walking towards both you and James.

“There’s a whole article about hiking. God, I haven’t been around a tree that wasn’t covered in snow in--” he paused and looked at James. “Well, forever..”

“You’re going to make them sad with that.” you said and stepped away from James to finish picking up the small pillows. “Nobody wants to be reminded about what was..”

“Maybe,” added Chris, who joined you in helping with the pillows. “But it helps to remember why we are doing this. Right?” he asked. Chris dropped the magazine on the table near you.

“The crew will see it and they’ll think about it.” he continued.

You waved him off. “Is the grim reaper coming with us too?” you asked James with a crooked smile.

“Hell, no.” Chris laughed and scooped up the magazine. “I got a date.” He started walking slowly backwards. “Besides, I hear this one is going to cook for you.” He made a cutting motion at the base of his neck.

“Don’t eat it if it’s that re-hydrated pork roast.” he said with a chuckle. “Shit is like eating a boot.”

James’ didn’t try to excuse his cooking. He just grabbed your hand while the two of you followed Chris out of the library.

It was a given that James would be the one to initiate the inevitable. After the bust that was dinner, he pressed in toward you, across a palette of blankets to kiss you. He ignored the sliced bread, jar of peanut butter as he held you close. “You’re a terrible cook.” you giggled and struggled to finish the bit in your mouth.

James snuggled in closer next to you and pulled the half eaten sandwich out of your hand. “You ate something didn’t you?” Slick and adept, his fingers angled down the front of your leggings.

“You’re an engineer!” you yelped and then sank back into the pile of pillows. “Aren’t--” you gasped as his fingers rubbed quickly over your clit. “..you supposed to be great at figuring out how shit works?”

James’ swished the plates along with the jar and bread out of the way with his leg. He managed to shuffle off his shirt with only a few seconds of pause from swirling around your core. James’ pushed up your shirt and pulled down one side of your bra.

“I know how you work,” he whispered and sucked up one of your nipples. James’ hand left your slit as he maneuvered himself between your legs. He slid off the leggings in one motion, urgently he leaned forward and removed your sweater and shirt.

The heaters in the apartment blasted but still there was cold, seeping in from below and above, you shivered. James’ took notice and while pulling off the rest of his clothes he grabbed the thick, thermal blanket. He floated back on top of you, surrounding you and him with the heavy quilt.

“Better?” he asked with a drawl in his pitch, and without waiting for your answer he was inside of you.

Spreading your legs high and wide James settled into a thumping pace. Propped up on his elbows, he wrapped his hands around the back of your neck and pushed in deeper. Your small whimpers were swallowed and devoured by his mouth.

“I want you full of me,” he strained. “I want to see your curves filled out with what I did to you…” A little piece of me, he thought and held your neck tighter.

Your eyes blinked open and languidly stared at him. He was gazing at you, watching your reaction as you unwillingly tightened around the length of his cock. James’ hissed under his breath and kissed you again. This time harder, with his tongue tasting the rim of your lips.

Sweating the days worries away James smacked his hips rougher against your body. Something inside wanted it as much as he did, part of you hesitated and it showed. You pushed up on the sides of his ribs but he did not budge. The rubbing of him on top of your clit tipped you toward bliss and as you resisted the very thought of bringing a child into this world you let go too.

James ducked his head close to the side of your face, he sucked and kissed your ear and on your moan he came inside of you. And when he finally slacked off, giving you and him the bit of space needed to recover he smiled on a sigh.

“What was that about?” you asked breathlessly. “I’m on birth control.”

James didn’t turn his head, his eyes lids hung heavy as his breath settled. “Doesn’t hurt to imagine,” he whispered.

Nov. 2055

James slipped his finger tips to the small of your back. He pressed them in and leaned over giving you a quick peck on the head. He rushed out of the kitchen leaving you with a confused look in your eyes. That was, until you saw Chris stepping through the front door.

“Hey,” he called lightly and shut the door behind him. He removed his scarf, toboggan, and began to pull off his thick gloves.

“What’s going on?” you asked as a sudden crash came from the area of the bed room.

“Launch has been moved up.” yelled James.

You placed the knife back on the kitchen counter. You didn’t look at Chris, instead you hurriedly rushed to the bed room. James was pulling out his box, the special container with all the things he wanted to bring with him on the mission.

Tears pooled, and trickled down warm cheeks as you watched him rummage through it.

“This is it?” you asked.

James did not stop, he pulled out a folder, flipped through mumbling to himself. You strode over and put your hand over the pages and pushed it back down into the box.

“You can’t go.” you demanded softly.

“Don’t--” James said, he lifted your hand and placed a kiss on the top.

Proof, you thought, this was the confirmation that his single-minded, engineering brain was always focused on, instead of you. James’ closed the light plastic container and began to walk out of the room.

“James!” you pleaded.

You could feel the swell of heartbreak growing inside the void in your soul. James halted, he put down the container and strode back up to you.

“Don’t ask me to choose cause you know what I will pick.” said James.

You didn’t allow anymore tears after he spoke. He held your arms, bringing your body close to his. “This is our last shot.”

When you refused to hug him back he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. Ozone, smoke of the pellet stoves they used in the warehouse they trained in. That was his smell, that was what you soaked up and tried to find the words to tell him.

He leaned down and kissed your temple, the top of your cheek and squeezed you harder.

“There’s no reason to believe this mission will not end in success.” James sounded more like he was talking to himself rather than you. He rubbed down your back and pressed another loving kiss to the side of your cheek.

“We knew this was coming.” James said and pulled your face up to meet his. “Remember? It’s all set up so we can still talk to each other.”

You wanted to yell but your secret kept your nerves steady.

James kissed you long and hard before letting you go and stepped back to get his container.

Your voice puffed out to his back, “James, I’m pregnant.”

He turned around with sadness in his eyes and a steely firm stance as he stared at you.

“The birth control...something about the temperature..effectiveness was compromised.”wringing your cold clammy hands you stepped closer. “I’m not the only one…” you tried to excuse it away, that it wasn’t your fault.

James glanced down your body, he sighed.

“I’m sorry.” he said regretfully.

“Chris will be here. Anything you need, he’ll make sure you have it.”

James said nothing else, and he left you.

Feb. 2056

You come home, your apartment was tiny compared to James’ two room, government issue - but it worked. It was made even smaller by new baby stuff, Chris’s doing, still in boxes near the front door and spilling into the living room. You sat down with a large bowl of take-out to finally go through your messages for the day.

Encrypted Message: Mace. Flashed in neon green on your screen.

Before a second thought you clicked the message. The screen was flooded with his face, his eyes were highlighted to a deep blue by the teal backdrop. He was quiet for several seconds, just staring into the camera. His hair was shorter than you remembered, his face had maybe a days worth of stubble. Your eyes immediately filled with tears and sat down the container of broth.

“I hope you’re happy.” he said with a deep rumble. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” He finally blinked, he sat up and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re, what- three, four months along now?”

James cracked a grin into the camera and you couldn’t help but do the same. “I guess my little pep talk helped that along.” his smile faded and only a sultry gaze remained.

You remembered his words, his passion..his desire to see you full. You nodded anyway knowing he couldn’t see.

“Along with this message my parents have received one about you.” said James. The gaze was nearly wiped away with the seriousness that replaced it. “They will see you have everything that is intended for me. Rations, space to grow, heat will be yours. My place on this ship ensures your survival planet side regardless of the outcome of the mission.”

His eyes focused elsewhere off from the camera. He was thinking again you assumed. “Have I ever told you about the best day of my life?” he asked slower, softer. James smiled tenderly, just a thin upturn of his lips when he stared back at the camera.

“The brain doc here asked me that, not too long ago. And I couldn’t really answer him cause it’s tied to a memory and a dream.” he said and slouched down in the chair.

“You’re in it.” His eyes drifted once again. “You were in the bath and I came in.”

This time you smiled big, remembering.

“You flooded the bath-” you said mimicking his words.

“I flooded the bathroom, completely. And the water splashed up and over the top of the tub in these giant waves.” He held his hands up, gesturing a wave until he slammed on the tops of his thighs.

“I thought, wow-- I thought if we were only at a beach. The sun beating down on us, so hot and the only thing we had to cool off with was the water.” The smile receded, he grew serious once more.

“What a day that would have been.”

March 2056

James sat back in his bunk, pulled up the tablet from underneath his thigh and thanked the darkness he was alone for once. He activated it, waiting with bated breaths as he found four messages waiting for him. One of them was from his parents, another from Chris, and to his surprise the others were from you.

He listened to the one from his folks first, get the baggage out of the way, he thought as he listened. It was about how you wouldn’t listen. James smiled. They insisted you come live with them but you did not. It ended with his mother’s plea to get you into action.

“Sounds about right.” he said to the dark and clicked on the second video.

Chris seemed chipper, elated even. He spoke about you, that he was doing the best he could. But that you rarely allowed him to help. But that he still managed to squeeze in his presence from time to time. “I think you would do that, so I do too.” he said at the end of his message.

James selected your first message. Your lovely face filled the screen with a smile. But behind you he could tell it wasn’t your apartment that he remembered. He pressed play.

“Hi James.” you smiled shyly. “I accepted your Trust account. I was able to get us into the government facility close to the base. Your parents were not happy.” You bit your lip as you spoke, God, he missed watching you do that.

“I’m -” you said and stood up in front of the camera. James' smile faltered as your stomach came into view. “I’m about five months along now.” you cupped your stomach and then gently rubbed it.

Suddenly you bent over to grab something off screen long enough for him to get a shot down your shirt. Damn, he missed that too.

When you stood up, there was an image in your hand. You held it over your stomach. It was a 3D scan.

“Perfectly healthy.” you said off camera. You sat back down and stared into him. “A perfectly healthy little boy.”

June 2056

The pylon was finally repaired. Two months worth of messages filled James’ feed. He scrolled through the subject lines. More of them were from his folks and Chris than you. What started out with pleasantries soon turned urgent, with the last one reading “HE’S HERE!”

James skipped all the way down to your latest, which would be the newest. He needed the news, he craved to hear that all was okay.

Your face was there, smiling. You pulled back the tablet you were recording from and slowly a bundle laying near you in bed was revealed.

“Say hello to your Daddy, James.” you said quietly down to the infant. James’ eyes blurred with unshed tears as he stared at his son. But it was interrupted when the recording suddenly became choppy. The image spun around and Chris’ face was there, he was smiling hard.

“Good, he doesn’t look a thing like you.” he clipped off, and James huffed out a chuckle.

And as he watched Chris slide into the other side of the bed he was hit with the familiarity of your smile towards him. Insecurity punched at his gut as Chris leaned down and kissed his son’s head.

James wished he was there.

2057

James stared at his image on the screen in front of him. Unkempt wild dark blond strands covered his forehead that met the long beard he had allowed to take over the lower half of his face.

After waiting an hour for his crew-mate to finish he was glad to finally get into the booth to record. God damned Capa, thought James. This would be the last message before the final leg of their mission to reignite the Sun.

James blinked a few times, he thought carefully about what he wanted to say. He wanted it to be meaningful, something lasting.

“This is it.” he said in a commanding tone, and then promptly sighed. The energy to keep up the image of a good astronaut dwindled. He looked away from the camera. That wasn’t it, he thought. He rubbed his eyebrows, he sighed again and sat up in the chair.

“Hey. In this first part, it’s for my parents. I’m here, doing my duty in any way I can to help our world. We might not get another chance to send a message. Thank you for always believing in me.”

His eyes fell to the flashing recording dot just under the small monitor. He crossed his arms over his chest. A couple of fingers rubbed across his lips as he thought of the next words he was about to say.

“James,” he said quietly and for the first time, in a long time he heard the hum of the ship as he spoke. “I love you son. I never thought I would say that, to anyone. I have a son..”

It was so quiet, and yet the low vibration nearly shook him to his core. He looked back into the camera and he thought of you.

“I love you. Think of me every now and again...”

Before emotions could really set in, James leaned forward to cut off the recording. His eyes fixed on the pending screen as it rolled through procedure to send out his package. In big bold red letters: Failed flashed over his file.

Fuckin’ Capa.

2057

Baby James played in his pin with the little light the afternoon Sun could offer. Chris was there, you were grateful for this small comfort. You would have to be strong today. And he gave you an added source to pull from.

“They said a message would come today,” You clicked through the tablet again refreshing the application two more times. “I don’t understand, Chris.”

“Listen. They’re too close to the Sun,” Chris gently pulled the tablet out of your hands and placed it on the small dining room table.

“But today is the day..” you began but he didn’t bother to check the feed again. Chris put his hand on your shoulder as he looked back at you.

“The physics are an unknown event. There’s no telling what will happen, or what has happened.”

“But the dead zone, they’re in it. Where is his message, Chris? The agency said they would have-”

Chris forced you to turn away from the tablet. He was there, frankly because he knew the chances of James never coming back was a big possibility. He had taken care with both your mind and your spirit. Sixteen months, he had watched you grow from a scared mother to be to a capable parent. Maybe he had stayed too long some nights. Other days he was careful not to linger. But recently he hardly bothered to cover up the concern he had, or in expressing it.

And now, watching the last vestige of hope drain from your eyes it was a bittersweet moment. Chris caressed your cheek with the back of his hand and pulled you into his arms.

Your kind voice came up low, and desperately sad. “Chris?” you asked, but he just held you tighter.

“You aren’t alone. You know that.” Chris pulled you away and met your eyes. “You won’t ever be alone, okay?”

Maybe you weren’t strong. Tears rolled from your eyes as you shut them.

“Look at me.” he insisted, and you obliged. Chris thumbed away the streaks of wetness.

The conviction in his voice caused more to fall. “I’m not leaving you.”

“I love you.” his voice rasped, gently.

Chris leaned in, his warm lips touched the brininess of yours testing the possibility. A shuddered gasp trembled from your lips as you returned the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck while his hands traveled to your rib-cage. Bursts of color erupted behind shuddered lids. Your imagination?

But the colors fell away as you opened your eyes. Chris was enveloped in light, breaking the kiss you turned toward your son. Behind him the windows shone bright in a heavenly soulful glow.

The sun was reignited.

#Chris Beck x Black reader #James Mace x Black Reader #Black!reader #x black!reader #Sunshine 2007 #The Martian 2015 #Black female reader

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Not necessarily in a format but I think fleshing out OCs meant for one-shot scenes is very fun

4/5 of my Spooky Month OCs happened that way, and looking back on what originally sparked their creation is fun:

One was originally an unnamed, faceless cultist in a crossover fic, whose sole purpose was to set up that the crossover characters were going to be a complete wrench in the cult's plans should the cult try to directly interfere with them

One was, essentially, me needing an exorcist character for a fanfic since the show didn't have a priest at the time -- I even built her as a foil to an existing character for fun

Another was originally a placeholder character for any scenes at the mall, since the only known worker got fired sometime after his debut

The fourth's original concept was, funnily enough, taken by a canon character in an AU -- I decided using an OC just made things easier. His sole purpose was to run afoul of the cops, bite one while trying to escape, and then dip for the main plot of the cops realizing he was a werewolf after a full moon

All of these fanfics were scrapped (except the last one- I want to revisit it at some point), but I liked the base ideas so:

The unnamed cultist became Margo, inspired by fan theories regarding an existing character and my interest in portraying some of the cultists in a sympathetic light, given that all confirmed/implied cultists were jackasses at best, monsters at worst. Also made her friends with said character inspiration

The exorcist became Blossom, who I reworked to work under the actual priest once he was introduced. She ended up being a nice foil to him too, completely unintentionally, serving as his younger, more open-minded counterpart with her own set of issues

The placeholder mall worker became Rachel, who I gave a love of gossip and, for extra humor, a grudge against her former coworker's later coworker and friend, since people liked pairing the two together

Finally, werewolf dodger became Blondie, a neighborhood cryptid that just wants to be left alone. The reason the cops were after him turned into him trespassing and stealing clothes because he kept wearing through his old ones

I uh. Don't think you expected this much but I like talking about my OCs and the processes behind them and it's just very very neat to me, hope you have a nice day

oh this is super interesting! love that you found a place for them outside of the scrapped fanfic ideas!

#crossover-enthusiast #oc show and tell #fishe answers

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Stages of Infections of Dr. Nigel of Deadly Diseases of Flowers

Not Stages of Locations! Not Used to Locations! It's Stages of Infections!

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Stage 0: Healthy Immune Uninfected (Pre-Infection)

Stage 1: Bitten

Stage 2: Infection Begin/s (Begins)

Stage 3: Infection

Stage 4: Pre-Final Full Infection

Stage 5: Final Full Infection

Stage 6/Final: Final Infection Transformed

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Stages Locations of Locations Places

Stage 1: Mansion

Stage 2: School

Stage 3: Mall

Stage 4: Zoo

Stage 5: Woods

Stage 6/Final: Lab

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Emergency Drill: Do not turn off the TV! Need to:

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For @laurasanchez36

Crossovers of AUs Alternate Universes to me

AUs Alternate Universes Crossovers belongs to me

AUs Alternate Universes and Crossovers belongs to me

Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs belongs to my msa ocs sonas Teams/Groups/Gangs and my new msa ocs sonas Teams/Groups/Gangs

Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs belongs to her msa ocs sonas Teams/Groups/Gangs and her new msa ocs sonas Teams/Groups/Gangs

Mystery Skulls Animated belongs to Ben and MysteryBen27 of YouTube YT Series

MSA Infected Infection AU belongs to my AUs Alternate Universes Crossovers Infected Infection AU

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spiritsintertwined · 9 months

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World RP Discord server Domino City welcomes you!

Streaks of color spread across the sky. Branches of the multiverse, twisting and colliding, brought new visitors to Domino City…

Are you looking for a relaxing multifandom roleplay? Tired of muses already claimed? Want a mix of the familiar and unfamiliar?

The Yugioh-focused Discord World RP, Domino City, is now opening the doors for more members! The community is inclusive to other fandoms and OCs, for a refreshing variety of personalities and crossovers. The server offers neutral locations and Alternate Universes for those unfamiliar with Yugioh, allowing for grand adventures or smaller slice-of-life interactions.

Upon joining only the Welcome and Rules channels are visible. After verification, all other channels can be seen. It may take a moment to be verified as it is done by hand!

World RP: plot threads in style.

Our World RP server is structured where each category is a zone/world, each channel a location and each thread a sub location or private story. Characters move about in these locations and writing in them is usually a slow to steady pace. Quick-paced RP channels, like the opt-in Telephone Chat, are for those who desire fewer locations, or just like a brief interaction. It is also possible to start private RPs.

What our server offers:

🤝A small, friendly, inclusive and tight-knit community. Needs are respected and no one gets left behind. There is always some activity to be found in the variety of channels!

😎 Freedom to reply at your own pace. There is also 0 pressure to match writing length or quality.

👥 A duplicate canon muse system. This feature that aims to resolve the issue of fandom characters being taken, using an identifier of nicknames and mun names to tell each other apart. Additonally, the existence of duplicates is explained in-lore with the multiverse! We believe every roleplayer should be able to play any character, any way they like.

🤖 The Tupperbox bot which allows you to use your characters on the fly! This bot works in conjunction with the duplicate muse system.

🔎 The RP Bulletin Board with plotting threads, thread tracker, starter calls and status updates.

Settings and Alternate Universes:

🏙️ Domino City: The perfect place for more slice-of-life RPs, dates or semi-fantasy stories with a more realistic backdrop. Shop at the mall, visit a restaurant, or enjoy the comfort of your own house channel.

🐉 Domino World: A high fantasy AU setting, including a world map!

☀️ Season of the Light Spirit: This category features locations that are Spring and Summer-themed, but are open all year. Wander into the Spring forest, or sail to the adventurous Summer islands. Port Crookhook is the place for Lovecraftian mysteries. And last but not least, the Sunflower Festival is the slice-of-life hub with picnics and markets!

🌙 Season of the Dark Spirit: Coming soon with Autumn and Winter-themed adventures.

And even more features!

Will your character solve the mystery of the colliding multiverse? Become the greatest duelist? Cause some chaos? Or simply find a place called home, with friends or a loved one? Everything is possible in Domino City!

#roleplay #discord roleplay #multifandom roleplay #yugioh #rp

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Crossover AU, yandere AU

Fandoms: fairly oddparents x helluva boss.

Timmy Turner x stella goetia.

So Stella ¿how did you meet timmy? ¿And how many kids are you thinking of having with him.

This is my last ask of the day ✌ peace out.

“I met the love of my life when I made my trip to the human world and met him in the mall where I was window shopping.” Stella let out a lovesick sigh. “And as many children as I desire with him~” The Goetia Demon thought about the legion of children in her mind.

#helluva boss #stella #helluva stella #fairly oddparents #timmy turner #yandere au #yandere au ask #crossover au #crossover au ask #one sided love #one sided crush #one sided feelings #one sided attraction #one sided relationships

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dashflashy-arts · 9 months

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What if the spy dads met 🤔

#crossover mall au #they meet there for chaotic purposes #aLSO THIS TOOK SO MANY DAYS SO IM TAGGING IT As #dash drawing #dash drawings #my current source of drawing is wearing me down skill-wise uuughhhh #anyways- tagging time #crossover #tf2 spy #tf2 scout #dad!spy #team fortress 2 #spy x family #loid forger #anya forger #tf2 pyro #tw smoking #i cant believe i forgot to tag that!!!!!!!

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bluedalahorse · 3 months

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AU part 2: in the YR early 00s megafandom, where are you reading your non-Wilmon fics?

You’ve probably seen my post by now about YR as an early 2000s livejournal megafandom, with speculations about what the different fanfic archives would be and how we’d all interact. You may have also voted in my poll about which Wilmon archive you’d frequent (but if you haven’t there’s still time.)

One poll remains, and that focuses on which non-Wilmon archive you’d be spending time at. If you are of my internet generation, you can answer this poll based on the ways you were doing fandom at the time. Confess your dark secrets! Or you can just go with vibes. This does not have to line up with your IRL YR fandom identity.

Feel free to reblog and add to your alternate universe fandom story! Tell us more about your crossovers, your sparkly graphics, your Y2K character playlists that you have burned onto a CD and cried over. (Don’t forget the time you ended up on fandom_wank!)

#young royals #yr crack #yr polls #not even gonna tag all the pairings here #feel free to reblog to increase sample size #I will add my own fandom story when I’m done washing my hair

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chrollohearttags · 9 months

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listen..LISTENNN. I am a sucker for AU’s and especially when they crossover. I feel as if cowboy!reiner and musician!eren would be so stinking cute as relatives and that they would be so hilarious together!

content warning: lots of humor and banter, reiner and eren being clowns, alcohol mention, mentions of divorce and infidelity, angst (if you squint just a smidge)

So country boy reiner and musician Eren are the literal definition of polar opposites. Yin and yang if anyone had ever seen it. Growing up in Northern Jersey with all but a silver spoon in his mouth, Eren was always reserved and only focused on music. He had maybe a handful of friends in his life, who all left by the time he made it to high school. Not that it mattered because he was fairly antisocial anyway. Honestly, that may have been the one thing the two had in common. But unlike Eren, Reiner’s was due more in part to social anxiety and not being an asshole. He actually grew up in southern Georgia; Marietta to be exact. Raised on a huge farm, Reiner was one of the oldest among almost seven children; a mix of cousins and siblings that spend their days raising cattle, competing in 4 H competitions and growing food. Now, the boys’ moms were actually twin sisters and despite the two of them being very different themselves; Carla, an uptown, partying bottle girl turned boy mom that strutted into PTA meetings with her Blahnik handbags and Dior shades. And her sister, Karina; a pie baking, horse riding southern princess that preferred the cattle ranch to the country club. Still, they made it their mission to ensure that their sons had a relationship with one another. So every summer, they would go back and forth, spending a few months with each other. Reiner came into the wealthy suburbs and spent his break at the mall, skating and playing basketball with his cousin. He would show him all the different instruments he had littered around his spacious bedroom. They would then switch off the next year and Eren would come kick it in the sticks with him and the others. Learning to hunt, fish and ride four wheelers. It was a nice time. So naturally, when they got older, they’d keep the relationship going. One day, Eren decides to invite his older cousin down to Miami to meet his wife and vice versa. The four end up going out to dinner and Reiner is really proud of all his cousin’s success; and vice versa. Now, one thing that they did bond over was their love of taking cracks at each other. They would clown one another until one got too mad and then they’d be ready to fight! (all love though) Reiner’s favorite nickname for him was Pavement Princess. Calling him soft and saying that he could not survive his way of life. Eren in turn calls him Country Bumpkin, asking him if he can even read and that he probably catches raccoons with his bare hands like Davy Crockett. (never fails to mock his accent either)

still, the two of them are in his studio one day and Eren’s working on a new song. Something a little different from his usual work and Reiner’s watching him with a beer in his hand and a toothpick dangling at the edge of his teeth. As Eren messes around with his mixing board and synthesizer. “This is witchcraft, Eren. How the hell do you even know what buttons to press to make it sound like that?” He merely shakes his head and laughs, because if only he knew how long it took to master this. “Trust me, dude. It didn’t happen overnight. This shit’s not easy.” Still befuddled by all of this equipment, Reiner just continued sipping his drink and watching the way his cousin flipped a switch here and turned a notch here to cultivate the perfect sound. He respected his craft, that was for sure. But Eren was no stranger to the hard work Reiner did as a farmer. Controlling heavy equipment, overseeing all types of animals and lugging on huge bags of feed and fertilizer all by himself. Hence why he brought him out here for a bit of a break. To enjoy the high life and all it had to offer. Especially after news of his cousin’s impending divorce. Three years with a woman who put him through hell was finally over. “Well I commend you, man. This is crazy.” But there was another reason for this visit as well..

see, besides being a talented farmer, Reiner had one hell of a voice. Often times, the two of them would have little jam sessions that consisted of them trying to outsing the other. Eren, loving the sounds of R&B and pop, opted to belt out renditions of Jon B, Tevin Campbell and Justin Timberlake..as opposed to Reiner, who was akin to Kenny Chesney, Blake Shelton, Tim McGraw and anything country. Despite their differences, their shared love of music was one of the few similarities they shared. Reiner was also the only person outside of Carla that supported his career choice. “When you become all big and famous, don’t forget about me and go all Hollywood, alright?”

It was a promise he made sure to maintain so when they both grew up, got married and lived their dreams, they’d reconvene like this every so often. And of course, he didn’t miss a chance to croon a song or two with his favorite cousin. Only this time, Eren wanted to record him.

“Hey, Rei. What you think about hopping on a track with me?” Questioning absentmindedly as he scrolled through his computer screen. And naturally, Reiner looked at him as if he were crazy! He didn’t mind giving a full performance under the sounds of pouring shower waters or the occasional karaoke performance of Chris Stapleton’s Tennessee Whiskey but singing for the rest of the world to hear? Not a chance. His confidence was not on par for that. “I think you’ve lost yer’ goddamn marbles. I’m not messing up your song.” But he was sadly mistaken! He would only be adding to it and helping Eren flex his creative muscles. EJ had just ventured out to starting his own label so he wanted a variety of sounds for his brand.All he had at the moment was a lonely instrumental, in need of the perfect vocals to add to it.

“C’mon, dude. I think you’ll like it. It’ll help you feel better.” “What are you talking about? I’m just fine, Eren.” trying to convince his cousin that this split hadn’t affected him but it was hard to believe with a pile of Budweiser cans in the corner and a mean five o clock shadow forming on his jawline. Staring him up and down, Eren would hand him a pen and paper. “Here, we’re gonna write a song. And don’t tell me you can’t because you’ve done it before.” Earning him a look of utter shock. “You swore you’d never bring that up again, you bastard.” “And you swore you’d shower this morning but I guess we're both some goddamn liars. Get to writing.” He was the only person to know that Reiner had dreams of being a country singer when he was a mere kid but gave it up very quickly when he all but dedicated his life to farming and helping his family. Now, with this fresh start and lease on life, he could do all of the things he put on the back burner. Even if nothing came of it, it would be fun to relive those old times of singing with his cousin in his room. But he looked utterly and genuinely lost. As if he were afraid to put all of those complex feelings and emotions out there, but if there was one piece of advice the tenured artist had for him, it was this:

“Don’t overthink it, dude. Say what’s on your heart and go from there. You got this.” And from there, Reiner felt a bit of relief and began to pin down EXACTLY what he felt. About the wretched woman that broke his heart..from cheating to taking his money. A beach blonde nightmare with abandonment issues and a serious spending problem. Reiner tried as he might to love her wholeheartedly but she drained him emotionally, physically and financially so needless to say, once he began to pen down those thoughts, the lyrics were coming along nicely. And with Eren’s help, of course, they were sure to have their track done in no time. However, when E.J. picked up that notepad and spotted what was written…his eyes stretched wide as quarters. Not because it was horrible; it was the exact opposite!

“Dude…get in the booth right now. We gotta see how this shit sounds.” He was elated! Like a mad scientist completing the final touches on his experiment. He was ready to hear the results of their hard work. So as Reiner entered behind the glass partition and placed the headphones over his ears, he’d instruct him to step forward to the microphone and he’d let him know when he could begin to sing. It was when he’d turn on the music and let it play to the second eight count, did Reiner start crooning and something inside of E.J. just lit up like a firecracker on the Fourth of July. He knew his cousin was talented but this was something else..an entirely different level! His voice, the register and all the notes he was hitting perfectly, Eren was truly in awe! And with the hook he had added, he knew this little venture had been a success. It was out of his normal element and not his particular type of music but it was beautiful! Except….

“Something wrong? What’s tha’ matter with it?”

“The song’s perfect..but it can use a little something. Hold on.”

at that moment, Eren made a very hasty and reluctant decision by picking up his phone and scrolling to a contact he’d hoped he never had to use. Regardless, he’d press the number and hold the phone up on speaker. Folding his arms, he’d sway back and forth in his chair, awaiting an answer. Finally, he was greeted by that of a raspy and quite frankly, sleep ridden voice.

“Hello?”

“Jean, you ugly motherfucker! How ya’ doing today?”

suddenly, Reiner’s eyes went wide from behind the glass window on hearing his cousin’s phone call. Who could’ve possibly been on the other line that he was saying such vulgar things to with a smile on his face. He knew Eren was a total asshole sometimes but that was not how you greeted somebody! However, he’d soon come to learn that the poor mysterious person on the other end was no stranger at all and rather, one of the world’s most famous artists and someone who did his best to match wits with EJ. Little did he know, they stayed at one another’s throats.

“What the fuck do you want, you dumb bastard? I’m busy.”

“Doing what? Besides sitting on your ass.”

but his call wasn’t just to have an intermittent roast session, he had a favor to ask him. Which was ironic considering that he insulted the man every chance he got and the only thing Jean wanted to give him was a black eye. But there wasn’t a single person that he’d want on this track other than the Atelier Kiss star. He’d tell him that he had something he wanted him to hear before pressing play on the fresh recording of the new track. By the time it got to the end, the line had gone silent. But the response to it?

“…I’ll be over in twenty minutes.”

and from there, Eren knew they would have a hit on their hands. So sometime later, when Jean made his way over and he got the two introduced, Reiner was in higher spirits than Eren had seen him in months. Not to mention, their bond strengthened over their shared joking on EJ. Snickering and cackling like two schoolgirls behind the booth. Picking in his ear, Eren would lean over and speak into the intercom. “While you two bastards are giggling, let’s get this song done. I got things to do.” “Shut the hell up. As you can see, I’m talking to my new friend. There’s no way he can be related to you.” Even so, the three would resume their intended business. Jean would instruct Eren to pick up his electric guitar and play along to the tune of the track as they sang. As much as he hated to admit, it was a genius move! And once things were finished…they had their result.

“I don’t know what to say, man. I love it.” Eren breathed a sigh of relief and gave his cousin their signature handshake. He was so floored by the recording that he even called (y/n) into the session. “Princess, you gotta listen to this.” And the two gentlemen began to recite the song all over again for you. Even making you and Eren both dance behind the recording equipment. It was such a good time and your husband looked so happy to have his big cousin around again. It were almost as if no time had passed between them!

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