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Everyday I wonder why they didn't include Julie on the Rapture's Best and Brightest poster, and every day I wonder if she cared or not (or if she was just like don't care *continues to play god with trees*)
#bioshock#bioshock 2#julie langford#lmao they probably just forgot but JULIEEEE :(#they should have let her live smh#Ryan hated to see her win#I mean I kinda get why she had to die but still :((((
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tick,tick... boom! | ln4 smau
"i was in the winter of my life, and the men that i met along the road were my only summer"
PAIRING: lando norris x wild fem heiress!reader (born in 🇿🇦)
SUMMARY: y/n was always trouble—pushing buttons, crossing lines. She was a loose cannon. But people were drawn to her, so it's no surprise when y/n and lando norris meet, they hit it off instantly, for better or worse.
WARNING(S): slut shaming, mentions of alcohol + violence, toxicity
A/N: we're just going to pretend tyla's album dropped in '22 pls & ty 😌 i'd really love to hear from you guys—thoughts and all!! <3
creds to the lovely @classiclitfreak for proofreading!!! <33
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5th of August, 2022 (📍USA 🇺🇸)
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tmz_tv The self-crowned party girl and heiress to the multimillion-dollar jewellery boutique chain, à la famille, Y/LN, has been spotted clubbing for the 5th consecutive time. And lo and behold, it isn't her first visit of the night.
Y/N and her usual rowdy group of friends were seen arriving at the club, showing no regard for rules as they parked in prohibited areas before disappearing into the famous celebrity hotspot.
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Like a hungry tiger, you're on high alert. Sure, you're also a bit drunk, so maybe not as sharp as you'd like to be, but they don't call it liquid courage for nothing. And tonight, that liquid courage is fuelled by the presence of a hot DJ in a booth above you. You've had your eye on him ever since you stepped into this club, waiting for the right moment to make a move.
"Y/N," BF/N slurs, stumbling into you and nearly sending both of you tumbling. You manage to steady yourselves, her leaning heavily on you.
This isn't the first time you've witnessed your best friend like this; she's always been a lightweight, and as usual, it's everyone else's problem.
You slap your hands onto her cheeks, pulling her face close to yours. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Here," she says, squirming out of your grasp and thrusting two half-full shot glasses towards you. You hesitate, but she presses one into your chest, spilling some of the liquid. "Take it."
"Okay, that's it. I'm cutting you off," you declare, snatching both drinks from her and downing the burning liquid in one gulp.
"Aw," she pouts. "Boo, Y/N. You can't cut me off; my card's on the tap tonight."
"Well, that's too bad."
Standing on your tiptoes, you scan over the dozens of heads until you spot a familiar face in the crowd—one of your guy friends. The moment you make eye contact, you wave him over.
"She's completely out of it. Can you please get her home?" you yell over the music, summoning your sweetest smile and fluttering your eyelashes for extra effect. "Pretty please."
"I am not," BF/N interjects, prompting an eye roll from you before redirecting your focus back to your other friend.
He leans in close, his voice barely audible over the music. "We're all thinking of leaving, actually. This place is kinda lame."
Your shoulders slump as you pull back, peering up at the mysterious DJ you've been eyeing all night.
"Sorry, can't do," you shake your head, meeting your friend's gaze again.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," you sling your arm around his shoulder and gesture towards the DJ booth where the DJ is engaged in conversation with two other guys, "I want to know who that guy in the middle is. He's hot."
"Yeah?" F/N looks at you unimpressed. "Hot like the guy from last night? Or the one from two weeks ago?"
"Ouch," you rub your chest. "Are you trying to tell me something?"
"Yeah, actually," he nods. "I'm telling you that we're leaving, Y/N."
You shake your head and gently cup his face. "Correction, you're leaving."
Before he can object, you quickly add, "Give everyone a kiss from me, please. And don't worry, I'll text you when I get home. Pinkie promise."
You hold out your pinkie finger expectantly, but when he doesn't respond, you sigh and grab his hand with your free one, linking your fingers together.
"See, that wasn't so hard," you say, releasing his hand. As you spin on your heel, you give him one final glance and yell, "By the way, you might want to get BF/N out now. She really can't handle her liquor, if you catch my drift."
A sudden surge of energy courses through you, sending goosebumps down your arms. Whether it's from the earlier shots or not, it gets your heart pumping as you make a beeline straight for the DJ booth.
"Now or never," you mutter under your breath, stretching your neck from side to side.
Once you catch sight of the back of the DJ’s curly dark hair, you tap his shoulder.
The moment your eyes meet, your lips curve into a smile. "Hey you."
The guy offers a wide grin, exposing the small gap between his front teeth. "So she speaks," he says.
You chuckle. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing much," he shrugs, scratching his nose. "I was just wondering if staring was all you could do or if you'd actually come and say hi, you know? I don’t bite."
"Well, I do," your voice rings out huskily as you appraise him for a couple of seconds. He's wearing a loose blue shirt unbuttoned almost all the way down. "I had to make sure you weren’t the type of person I'd eat alive." Extending your hand to him, you add, "Congrats, you're not. I'm Y/N."
"Happy to have made the cut," he laughs, clasping his hand around yours and pulling you slightly forward so that your hands are the only thing separating your bodies. "Lando," you feel his warm breath against your face.
A trail of tingles shoots down your spine as you simply gaze up at him with an unwavering smile. "I think we're going to have lots of fun."
"Let's," he nods, dragging his finger over his bottom lip.
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6th of August, 2022 (📍USA 🇺🇸)
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f1gossipofficial Lando Norris appears to be thoroughly enjoying his summer break, as he was photographed leaving the popular celebrity hotspot on Hollywood Blvd with the wild child Y/N L/N last night. Earlier, he had shared a photo to his story, featuring a woman fans presume to be Y/N.
Witnesses claim they seemed to be very close throughout the entire night, "practically glued to each other." Could there be a new WAG in the paddock soon?
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9th of August, 2022
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11th of August, 2022 (📍France 🇫🇷)
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12th of August, 2022 (📍Monaco 🇲🇨)
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19th of August, 2022 (📍Monaco 🇲🇨)
24th of August, 2022 (📍Monaco 🇲🇨)
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yourusername august '22 with some favs xxx
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10th of September, 2022 (📍Italy 🇮🇹)
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f1gossipofficial Just confirmed by Italian F1 fans: Y/N L/N, currently linked with Formula One driver Lando Norris, has landed in Italy. Pictures above were sent to us by individuals present at the airport during her arrival.
Speculations are rife that her presence might be related to the upcoming race tomorrow. Could we witness their official debut as a couple and Y/N's debut as a WAG tomorrow?
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11th of September, 2022 (📍Italy Grand Prix 🇮🇹)
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f1news As we all know, Lando Norris has had quite a rough start to the second half of the 2022 season. When asked about his feelings regarding his P15 finish, he said, "Yeah, it was a rubbish performance, no excuses for that. I'm very disappointed. We have a good car at McLaren this year, so I definitely put my hand up and say that this is 100% on me [...]."
He ended the interview with a hopeful message to his fans, "The season isn't over till it's over, and I'm going to keep my head high and push even harder."
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6th of October, 2022 (📍Japan 🇯🇵)
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lando.png ok you look good, can I have my camera back now?🤨
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9th of October, 2022 (📍Japan Grand Prix 🇯🇵)
The heavy thud of the door falling shut jolts you upright on the bed. You'd let yourself in with a spare card—both of you having each other’s—and simply sank into the bed, waiting. Hours have passed, and your fingers are raw from the incessant needing, twisting, and pulling—a bad habit.
Amidst the pulsing headache tormenting you, another ache tightens your chest: guilt. You pride yourself on your loyalty to friends, so consistently letting them down weighs heavily on you.
"Hey, can we talk?" you whisper as Lando enters the narrow entryway and steps into the hotel room.
He startles, not noticing you at first as his head was bowed. Fixing you with a disappointed look, he sighs, dragging his hands down his face.
"Not right now, Y/N," he says after a moment.
"Come on, I don’t want us to be like this."
“Well, it’s not about you right now,” Lando snaps, dropping his bag onto the ground. “You don’t get to break your promises and then get mad when people get upset about it. That’s not how it works.”
"Alright, fine," you raise your hand in the air. "Be like that then. Be fucking sad and miserable, but without me."
A heavy silence descends upon the room, one you're not inclined to endure. With a groan, you rise from the bed and make a beeline for the door. But just as your hand grips the cool handle, Lando's voice halts you.
"Wait, no, I'm sorry. Don’t go. I shouldn't have snapped at you, please just...don't go."
You ponder his words for a moment before releasing a sigh and spinning around, heading toward the dresser opposite him. Crossing your arms, you perch on its edge and simply wait, eyes fixed on the floor.
For a while, neither of you speaks until Lando breaks the silence. "You didn’t miss anything, you know? The race was shit." You tilt your gaze up, noticing the disappointment etching his face as he adds, "Again."
Your mind goes blank—you're not good at handling emotions. It's why you prefer the single, ready-to-mingle but never-more life. It's why you and Lando are whatever the hell this is. You flirt, and while you would have gladly torn his clothes off the first night you met, now it's different. There are strings attached now, so he's off-limits—your rule.
It's just friendly flirting, you'd say, but you don't even remember the last time he's had someone over on a romantic level. Come to think of it, neither have you, and it makes your skin crawl.
"Uhm," you finally respond with a shrug. "I think that calls for a night out. What do you say?"
"What, celebrate the fact that I’m a pathetic F1 driver? That people think I don’t deserve a place in F1?"
"Well, no," you cock your head sideways, walking up to him and intertwining your hand with his. "Just come and have fun, take your mind off things."
"Okay, fine. For you," he sighs, his warm breath brushing against your skin as he brings your hands to his lips, planting a gentle kiss on each, causing a chill to run down your spine.
Although you don't indulge in emotions, you're no stranger to recognising them: his eyes, fixed on yours, dance between your lips and your eyes, a confession hidden within them. It makes your heart drop.
Naturally, you withdraw your hands from his grasp, forcing a tense smile. "You should go ahead. I'll just get changed and text the others to meet us in the lobby."
Without waiting for a response, you hurriedly exit the room, craving air free from the weight of unspoken emotions.
15th of October (📍USA 🇺🇸 )
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18th of October, 2022 (📍USA 🇺🇸 )
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tmz_tv In the early hours of the morning, Formula 1 driver Lando Norris was allegedly involved in a club brawl in Austin, Texas. Multiple witnesses claimed to have seen him engage in a physical altercation with an unidentified man, who was reportedly seen with party heiress Y/N L/N.
According to reports, the altercation occurred after Y/N L/N was seen in a close encounter with the unidentified man. Security guards then escorted Norris, L/N, and their friends out of the club, barring them from re-entry.
Once outside, Norris and L/N were observed engaging in a heated argument, exchanging strong language. After the altercation, they reportedly went their separate ways. L/N and a friend lingered in the area for some time, smoking and chatting, before eventually hailing a cab to depart.
Meanwhile, Norris left the scene in his car, departing from the group he had originally arrived with.
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be your star | l.norris
a/n: ahh my first insta au! i'm kinda new with these but i had an idea while drinking my cold coffee so :) i hope you enjoy these and let me know if i should do more/less of these
part two
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pairing: ricciardo!sister x lando norris
summary: in which daniel's sister finally shows up at the grand prix and well...things happen
fc: jennie kim
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y/n_.ricciardo: 🫶🏼 love to be home with red bull to watch my big bro slay on track
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yourbestie: you didn't even bring me along 😫 smh
redbullracing: happy to have the Ricciardo family back
danielricciardo: lmao but i saw you ditch the Redbull garage to go talk to lando👀
fan4: not daniel exposing his own sister😭
dr3fan: OMG? the queen herself graces the paddock 😌
landolover: she's such an icon
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landonorris: P2 BABY! woo let's party tonight 🎉🍾
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mclaren: yes! we're a proud papaya fam today
carlossainz55: much deserved little lando 😌
fan2: carlos calling him "little lando" awww
landolover: it's so cute
y/n_.ricciardo: he's so dreamy *sighs in awe*
danielricciardo: he's w h a t now
danielricciardo: y/n! you can't just say that and dip 😭
dr3fan: not daniel having a crisis over what y/n said
y/nfan: she's so real for that
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BREAKING IN F1
Daniel Ricciardo's younger sister, Y/n has announced herself as a sponsor for the Mclaren F1 team. She's recently admitted, "I'm proud to have my brand, Gentle Monster, in the pinnacle of motorsport. I think it's important for more girls to put themselves in the spotlight. I'm extremely honored to be partnering with Mclaren and I can't wait to see both my brand and the team go to new heights."
When asked what influenced her to partner with Mclaren instead of her brother's team, Alpha Tauri, she simply responded, "Just felt right."
Both Daniel and Y/n's fans are on opposite sides because she recently posted that Red Bull was her family. One would think that due to that, she'd want to have her brand on the number one car currently. In a recent Instagram live with Mclaren, she spoke up about not choosing Red Bull, saying, "You know, I was never really close with Red Bull but I've always been a fan of Lando Norris since my brother introduced us a few years back. Of course, I haven't been in the paddock for some time as I've been busy with deals and my brand, but I will say I do have the Lego version of Mclaren's Formula car."
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a/n: should i do a part two?? it feels right to do a part two, but either way, i really really hope you all enjoyed this <3 please let me know if this was good or not 🫶🏼
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#lando norris x reader#lando norris imagine#lando norris#daniel riccardo imagine#f1 drivers imagine#f1 drivers x reader
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Ghost Part 4
AN: 💕
Synopsis: The two of you have finally gotten on the same page regarding Ace and Jack has shown you that he's all in when it comes to his and Ace's relationship. However, he ends up taking one step forward and a hundred steps backward when your safety is compromised
Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader
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Sitting in your car in front of your apartment building, you let out a loud sob that you had been holding in since the judge had made her decision.You were confident that she would rule in your favor, but the only thing or person on your mind rather was Ace.
He had gotten so used to seeing Jack often that you weren't quite sure how he was going to adjust to only being able to see him every other weekend. And you didn't know the first step in how to explain that to him and more than likely he probably wouldn't even understand. This was the last thing you wanted to ever happen, and you thought for sure that Jack would meet you halfway in order to do what was best for Ace, but once again his pride got in the way.
You had lost track of time and didn't know how long you were sitting in your car crying when you grabbed a tissue from your purse in order to wipe your face and make yourself look a bit more presentable. Blaire wasn't going to bring Ace back until later in the day and you still had some time to kill. It was simply decided that you would get into some comfy clothes and watch Disney plus because you figured that was probably the only thing that could somewhat lift your mood.
Before you started watching anything, you sent a simple message to the group chat since you knew that they had been waiting to hear from you.
You- I got full custody of Ace
Blaire- 👀👀👀
Nadia- As you should. What them child support payments looking like?
You- 40,000 a month
Liv- DAMN he actually got lucky. For a celebrity, I’ve heard of people paying a lot more than that.
Blaire- But how are you feeling overall?
You- Sad for Jack believe it or not
Liv- He got what was coming to him smh I don’t feel bad because he brought this on himself
Nadia- I second that
You- But now I have to tell Ace and I don’t know how he’s going to take it
Jack was in a daze driving home from the courthouse and the realization was hitting him that he didn't do anything but make things more complicated for himself. He had now driven a bigger wedge in between the two of you and knew deep down that no matter how much he apologized to you that it wouldn't be enough. He wanted to have a relationship with his son, but also wanted to have a healthy relationship with you too and at this point even getting you to talk to him was going to be a challenge.
He had gotten home and didn't realize that Clay had been following him and pulled up behind his car in the driveway. Jack sighed to himself not wanting to hear him say ‘I told you so’ again since he had a feeling that he would never let him live this down. He knows that he fucked up and doesn’t need to hear it over and over again.
Once he stepped out of the car, Clay was next to him with his hands stuffed in his pockets and simply looked at him.
“Clay, not now. Please not now.” Jack said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I'm just here for support. What just happened was a lot to take in and even though you've been treating me like shit the last few months, you're still my big brother and I still care about how you’re feeling.”
“I know and I'm sorry. I just… There isn't any excuse for the way I've been acting and treating you as if you're not important to me when you know that you are. I just want that close relationship that you have with Ace and I’m jealous of it and not afraid to admit it. You've been in his life since he was four weeks old and I can't say the same thing. Y/N is never going to forgive me now. I wish I would have talked to her when she gave me the chance.”
“That is literally all she has wanted from the very beginning. She never wanted it to get to this point and she actually low key thinks that you hate her.” Clay quietly said as they both walked into Jack’s house.
“What? I could never hate her. I don't hate her. Why would she think that? Never mind, don't answer that. I… get it.”
“And you failed to realize how this would affect Ace because he's the one that's at the center of this whole thing.”
“And now I can't even see him how I want to.”
“You now have to make it up to not only Ace but Y/N too.”
“And I don't have any idea on where to start.”
“You already know what you need to do and no one should have to tell you that. You can start by being the best father you can possibly be to Ace. This isn't rocket science, but you damn sure know how to make things more complicated. Are we sure that you’re even the older one at this point?” Clay asked while smirking and Jack gave him a small smirk in return and shrugged his shoulders.
Jack's mood had been off for the rest of the time that had passed until it was his weekend with Ace and he wanted to get himself together before you dropped him off. But he just couldn't shake this being his new reality. He knew now that he should have talked to you and simply let you explain, but his thoughts of you moving and taking Ace flooded his mind and that was the only thing that he could think of. But all in all, he just made a bigger mess.
He had sent you multiple text messages with you responding in ten words or less and it wasn’t because you were being mean or trying to spite him, you genuinely had no idea what to say to him at this point. Until you did, there was no reason for you to give him a longer response.
It was a little awkward when the person supervising the visit, Britney showed up at his house ten minutes before you were going to drop Ace off and knew that he had to prove to her and to the court that he could take care of Ace and take care of him properly. But most importantly, he wanted to prove it to you.
Once he saw your car pull up, he went outside to meet the two of you as you were helping Ace out of the back of the car. You were grabbing Ace’s backpack that had all of his toys (and told him that he could only bring three because Jack had an entire playroom in his house specifically for him) and clothes when you heard his voice.
“Hi Y/N.”
“Hi.” You responded while barely looking at him and took a deep breath before continuing to talk.
“His clothes, shoes, and toys are in here and I'll come and get him Sunday at 5.” Was all you said as you handed him Ace’s backpack and Ace was simply looking between the two of you.
“Um, okay.”
“Make sure he's ready by then for me to come and get him. Okay, Ace, give me kisses.”
You kneeled down to his height and he immediately embraced you and it seemed as if he was holding onto you as if he didn't want you to leave.
“Mommy, can you stay?” Ace asked as he pulled away from you.
“Ace, you're going to have fun with daddy and I'll see you in two days, promise.”
“And we can call mommy before you go to sleep.” Jack chimed in with an attempt to make it less awkward, but he knew that this was probably going to take a while.
“Will you sing to me when I do?” Ace asked, looking at you hopeful. Just about every single night, after the two of you read a book, you would sing him to sleep.
“Of course. Anything for my baby boy.”
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“Daddy, you okay?” Ace asked Jack as he looked over at him and saw that he was staring off into space when they were supposed to be baking brownies. Peanut butter and chocolate, which he learned how to make from you which had now become his favorite.
“Oh, I'm fine. Now let's get this batter in the pan so we can watch a movie.” Jack answered as he ruffled Ace's curly hair that resembled his.
“Can we watch Cars!?”
“Of course we can and when our brownies are done, we have ice cream to go with them.”
“But you still look sad. Are you sad about mommy?” Hearing Ace say that made Jack's breath hitch and he simply sighed before saying anything else. To only be three almost four, Ace was incredibly smart and picked up on a lot of things that went on around him.
“You definitely notice everything, don't you?” He asked as Ace simply smiled and nodded.
“I hurt her and I don't think that she's ever going to forgive me.”
“Just say sorry. That should make it all better. Mommy has a big heart like me.”
“That she does, but I don't think that's going to be enough.”
“Well, I still think you should try.”
“Ace….”
“For me?” Ace asked while looking up at his father with eyes that resembled his.
“Now you know that I have a hard time telling you no. And stop with the puppy dog eyes!”
“So you’ll do it!?”
“I’ll try for you.”
The next few months came and went with the celebration of Ace turning four, and Jack having to do more and more appearances and fly around the country. When that happened, Ace would just stay with you until the next weekend that he was able to come and get him once he was back in Louisville, since he wasn’t allowed to take him across state lines yet. It was Friday afternoon and you were cleaning up your classroom as Ace was sitting at one of the tables coloring when he suddenly asked you about Jack.
“Mommy…”
“Yes?”
“Can daddy come over for a movie night?” He asked while turning around to look at you.
“Um, Ace we have to see. Daddy might be busy.” You said while grabbing your purse from underneath the desk and taking out your keys.
“Can we call him?”
“Sure, we can call him once we get outside in the car. Come here so I can help you put your jacket on. We can finish coloring at home.”
Ace was secured in the back of the car when you slid into the driver’s seat and attempted to turn the car on. The only problem was that it wouldn’t.
“You can’t be serious right now.” You muttered to yourself as you lightly laid your head on the steering wheel. Liv had taken a half day today in order to go to a few doctor’s appointments so you know that you couldn’t call her. Nadia would still be at work, and Blaire didn’t close the bakery until seven.
So, that left one person.
Jack.
You sighed as you dialed his number and he picked up on the second ring.
“Hello? Y/N? Are you okay? Is Ace okay?”
“Hey, we’re fine. But I need a favor. Are you at home?” You mumbled because you didn’t like asking him for help, but at this point you needed it.
“Of course. Yeah, I just got back in. What’s going on?” Jack asked as he was looking for the Chinese take out menu from his favorite spot.
“I’m at work with Ace and my car decided that it doesn’t want to start.”
“Say less. Drop me the location and I’ll come get both of you.”
“Thank you, I’m sorry to ask, but….”
“No need to apologize. I’m on my way now.”
It took less than twenty minutes and you finally saw Jack’s jeep pull up beside you and this made Ace yell in excitement.
“Looks like you get to see daddy after all, huh?” You said as you peeked at him in the backseat and he excitedly nodded towards you.
Jack hopped out while coming over to you and opening your door.
“Thank you again for doing this.” You said and Jack simply waved you off.
“It’s not a big deal, Y/N.”
“I didn’t take you away from anything did I?”
Jack immediately shook his head no as he opened the back door and unstrapped Ace from his car seat and picked him up.
“Hi daddy. I told mommy to call you because I missed you.”
“I missed you too, bubs.” Jack answered before kissing his cheek and putting him in
His car seat in the back of his jeep. Jack then opened the passenger side door and helped you up, while putting your purse and work bag in the backseat. Once he slid in the driver’s seat, he started making his way back to your apartment.
“Daddy, I’m hungry.”
“What do you want to eat? I was actually going to order Chinese food for dinner. Did you want that?”
“Yes! I want an egg roll!”
Only now you noticed that he was going in the opposite direction.
“Umm? Jack? My apartment is that way.”
“I know.”
“Then where are we going?”
“I want to show you something and I figured that this was a good time in order to do it.”
He glanced over at you and saw the look on your face and couldn’t help but to laugh.
“No kidnapping involved, promise.”
It was another fifteen minutes when you noticed that all of you were literally a few streets over from where Jack’s house was. He then pulled in front of a modern looking house and it looked as if it had just been built and no one had the chance to live in it quite yet. You looked around and saw that there were others similar to it and that it looked like they were building more.
“Jack? What is this? Where are we?” You asked not having the slightest clue on what was going on.
“This is your house.”
Your eyes went wide as you looked at him in disbelief. You looked out the window at the house before looking back at him and was clearly confused.
“I…”
“I don’t want you two in that neighborhood anymore because it’s not the safest. This way, Ace can go outside and play all he wants and I don’t have to worry about you two not being in a safe environment. This is a gated community so unless you have the passcode, you can’t get in.”
“Jack….. You bought us a house?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t accept this, how in the world am I going to pay for it?” You asked as a million things started going through your mind.
“No one said you had to pay for anything. You need more space, even if it’s just the two of you.”
“But….”
“Y/N, it’s a gift. No strings attached. It’s fully furnished and everything.”
You sat there for a minute before glancing back at Ace who was too busy playing with one of his toys to notice you.
“Come on, let’s go inside so you can at least look at it.” He said while holding up the keys and smiling at you.
“Is this a ploy to get me to stay in Louisville?” You asked, suddenly getting defensive because of his previous actions.
“No, not in the slightest. If that’s what you eventually want to do, then okay but this house will still be here and still be yours. Just while you’re here I figured that the two of you should be as comfortable as possible. And also that you would have probably said no if I asked the two of you to move in with me so it would be safer knowing that you would probably want your own space. You don’t have to move in immediately, but come on so we can at least look at it.”
“Okay.” You quietly said before taking off your seatbelt and getting out the car as Jack did the same thing while tending to Ace after.
All three of you walked through the house and you were in awe. Ace’s bedroom had a Louisville Cardinal theme since that happened to be his favorite team right along with his dad, while your room had a black and gray theme. Ace had his own playroom filled with toys and even a mini kitchen with a working stove that was perfect for his height.
“Ace, don’t you like this house and want to live here with mommy?” Jack asked as Ace had begun examining the stove and the little apron that was hanging to the side that had his name on it which was similar to the one that you bought for him.
“Yes! I like it.”
All Jack did was look at you, but you still had hesitations in the back of your mind. It was true that you and Jack were growing close again and working on being good co-parents to Ace, but you couldn’t take him possibly doing something to mess all of this up all over again. Before either of you made a decision regarding him, you would call each other and discuss it first. This just seemed all too much for you and you were overwhelmed.
You remained quiet as Jack simply laid the keys in your hand and closed it.
“Whenever you’re ready, there is absolutely no rush. Please understand that. And also understand that I’m trying to do my best to make up for what I’ve done or what I haven’t done rather. I just want to do right by the two of you.” He whispered so that only the two of you could hear and all you did was nod in response before Jack went to scoop Ace up in his arms.
“Bubs, you ready to go to daddy’s house and eat Chinese food?”
“As long as we watch Cars!”
“Uh? Again?”
“This is nothing compared to his Lion King phase.” You muttered as all three of you made your way back downstairs.
“Oh, one last thing. Let’s go this way.” Jack then led you both in the direction of the garage and your jaw dropped once you set foot in it.
“Didn’t realize that your car was going to give out on you today, but… surprise.” was all Jack said as you were now staring at a BMW SUV. When you and Jack had first started talking, you told him that this was the car that you eventually wanted to buy for yourself and had no idea that he actually remembered.
“Jack….”
He didn’t say anything and instead slipped his hand in his back pocket to get the keys and hand them to you.
“Ace can ride with me while you test out your new car.”
About another month had passed and the temperature was beginning to warm up and you couldn’t wait to be able to take Ace out all summer and was trying to think of where you wanted to go and wanted to do. You also made sure to include Jack in your plans if he wasn’t too busy. You had the night to yourself since Ace was with Jack and you were currently fiddling the house key in your hands that Jack had bought you. He told you that it was no rush and you were deciding to take your sweet time. As far as the lease for your apartment went, Jack said if you wanted to break it, he would pay for it. But at this point in time, you feel that he already did so much for you already and would probably just ride it out until it was time for it to be renewed again. However, just about every day after you were finished teaching, you would take the long way home to pass by it.
It was around midnight when you had gotten a text on your phone from Nadia and it seemed urgent.
Nadia- Go look at Jack’s instagram…. NOW
You- Why? What’s wrong?
Nadia- HE POSTED YOUR FACE, THAT’S WHAT’S WRONG!
Your heart was now doing backflips as you logged into your instagram app to see that he did indeed post you and now thoughts were beginning to run rampant.
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jackharlow: Y/N, thank you for being just an amazing mother to my son who has wanted for nothing ever since he came out of the womb. I'm thankful that we're in a better place with one another and keeping him at the center of it because at the end of the day, he's the most important part of this. I can't change the past and what went down between us, but I can move forward and do what's best for the both of you.
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You wasted no time in texting him wanting to address this and how incredibly dangerous it was.
You- Jackman, I’m coming over because we need to talk
Jack- Is everything okay?
You- No, everything is not. I’m getting dressed now
Jack was waiting at the door for you once your car pulled behind his jeep in the driveway and he could tell that you were fuming. He simply stepped aside to let you squeeze past him as you went to sit down on the couch in the living room. All Jack did was come and sit next to you waiting to hear what you had to say.
“Y/N?”
“Why did you post that?”
“Because I figured you deserved a public apology. I just wanted to show how appreciative I was of you and how important our relationship is.”
“Do you not understand what you just did? First, those pictures that were taken were for your birthday and for your eyes only and I actually forgot that I even took them until now. Second, Jack, I have an Only Fans. Did you not put two and two together?! NOW PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHAT I LOOK LIKE AND MAKE THE CONNECTION! I hardly show my face on there, but I have some videos where I do!”
“I….”
“I could lose my job over this! And that’s exactly what I was afraid of! Even if it was a few years ago, they aren’t going to see it that way.”
“Wait, your Only Fans is still active!?” Jack asked curiously, but all you did was roll your eyes.
“Is that really all you got out of that?! Yes, it’s still active! Any time if I was in a bind or needed money, I would upload videos to get paid for it!”
“Why, when you could’ve asked me?! You need to deactivate it and how was I supposed to know you still had it?! All I was trying to do was something nice for you. I swear that I can never win with you!”
“I’m not deactivating anything because that would literally be how me and Ace would eat some days when you were nowhere to be found.”
“Well, I’m here now! You don’t have to worry about that anymore! Anything you want or need, I’ll get it!”
“Every time I need something, I’m not going to run to you and ask for it. We’re not in a relationship anymore or did you forget?”
“I… well what if I want us to be?!”
This had you taken aback and you simply looked at him in disbelief as you shook your head.
“Jack…..”
“Please Y/N, just give me another chance. I’ll delete the post and make this right and I’m sorry for doing that without clearing it with you first. I compromised your safety and you know that was never my intention.”
“It is literally only a matter of time before someone finds my account.” You muttered without giving Jack an answer.
“I can delete it.”
“But not before almost a million people liked it. The damage is done so it doesn’t even matter at this point.”
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SJM reeks of money. she cannot write a poor family to save her life. the cabin years writing was so minimal and hollow and caricature-esque and filled with gaping plot holes
the closest you Get to any kind of poverty trauma with Feyre is her feeling bad about spending money. there are so, so many factors to consider when it comes to poverty besides just morality over spending money or not
hoarding money
binging and purging money
how you eat
what you eat
what you wear
how you protect what you already have
bitterness and Jealousy with ppl who do have money
being poor and feeling worse when you cannot help someone else who is also poor and struggling (like panhandling)
etc
if I was Feyre I'd be mortified if I had five houses. I'd be embarrassed to live in a giant house (let alone FIVE) while Cassian has to hand out BLANKETS in Illyria. I'd be judging the IC for how they spend the money (which isn't even theirs. "Rhys money" is all blood money and from taxes BE real) and then condemn Nesta for blowing a drop of Rhys' blood money on booze
statistically poor people help each other and give more than wealthy people Ever did. Cassian should also be embarrassed as hell by the IC and how they spend money and their attitudes towards the Illyrians and other poorer fae and even how Nesta spends "Rhys' money"
in both ToG and aCoTaR the series end with the main character flush with more money than they know what to do with it and they're married. it's like one step away from Trad Wife smh
poverty is inherently traumatic and affects people on every. single. level. from what we eat to what we wear to who we spend time with to what time we even have to spend
#a court of thorns and roses#acotar#sjm critical#nesta archeron#anti rhysand#anti inner circle#classism in acotar#justice for poor cassian and poor archeron girls
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secret dorm meetings | tzu x f!reader (18+)
genre: fluff and smut
pairing: tzuyu x twice!tenthmember
content warnings: fingering, kind of an exhibition kink(?)
note: this has literally been in my drafts since last year smh. hope you enjoy! <3
you impatiently wait to hear the bedroom doors of your members rooms shut close as you sit at the edge of your bed, your hands messing with your blanket that’s draped over your lap.
your bedroom door is cracked open, only a little, as you’re waiting for someone.
it’s only a few moments of silence before you hear footsteps approaching your door. it opens revealing tzuyu, the third youngest of the maknae line, leaving you to be the last.
“they should all be asleep, now.” she says with a smile on her face.
you giggle watching tzuyu close the door before making her way over to you on your bed. she sits beside you with a mischievous look in her eyes.
you sit back on your hands, “so, you wanted to have this little meeting tonight..?”
the girl rolls her eyes with a playful scoff.
“you know why,” she leans closer to you. her eyes look you up and down, causing you to squirm a little in your spot.
this didn’t go unnoticed.
“are you sure all of them are sleeping?” you ask as tzuyu leans into your neck, leaving soft and warm kisses on it, causing you to stutter a bit.
tzuyu only hums in response to your question as her kisses get more intense, leaving small love bites where she makes sure the other members cannot see.
you sigh letting you hands run through her hair, her hands landing on your thighs after removing the blanket from your lap.
“it’s been too long since we’ve had alone time,” tzuyu says as her hands begin to roam your body.
“we do live with eight either girls, tzu.” you chuckle.
she only rolls her eyes, “still, we’re with each other almost 24/7, you get sick of each other sometimes.”
you were about to reply until you felt a hand palming your breast, letting out a soft moan.
tzuyu smirks, “don’t be loud, babe, don’t want them to hear…”
she gently pushes you back onto your bed, now nearly hovering you. she kisses your lips feverishly, tongues dancing against each other lazily.
tzuyu was one for patience, but when it came to you and her neediness, she went straight to the point.
it wasn’t long until you felt her hand suddenly go inside your shorts and panties, making you gasp.
you let out a shaky breath once tzuyu’s fingers began to play with your clit, rubbing it in painfully slow circles. the mewls that left your lips had caused tzuyu to stop, and shush you.
tzuyu only then sped up with her antics, her lips leaving wet kisses all over your chest and neck, too caught up in you.
you bit your fingers with your free hand to keep yourself from screaming out when two fingers plunged into you with no warning, your eyes rolling back.
tzuyu saw this, and satisfied, she had no hesitation to speed up, curling her fingers into you with small whimpers leaving you.
jihyo yawned as she exited her room, finding herself thirsty as she was going to make her way to the kitchen.
she looked to your bedroom door which happened to be the last one down the hall, seeing there was a dim light on from the crack of the door from underneath.
she only shrugged it off knowing that sometimes the members just can’t sleep sometimes, including her with insomnia.
but jihyo only stopped once more when she heard…whimpering?
we’re you crying?
jihyo was concerned now. why were you crying? she wanted to go in and comfort you and as she made her way to your door, she was about to knock on the door.
“g-god tzuyu…”
her eyes went wide hearing your voice.
“you sound so cute.” then she heard tzuyu’s followed along with soft moans and sighs.
jihyo instantly opened the door when screams and gasps were heard throughout the dorm room.
what jihyo saw was definitely not something she wanted to see again.
all she saw was tzuyu hovering over you with her hand down your pants.
“what in the world?!”
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you and tzuyu sat on the couch with all members standing in front of you both. your heads were down to the ground, afraid to look at the girls.
never in the years have you all known each other that something like this would happen within the group.
“wait a minute, so what happened?” sana asks?
jihyo sighs, “i came out from my room to get some water, and i heard…noises coming from y/n’s room. i thought she was crying until i heard tzuyu’s voice as well and just…i heard and saw things i didn’t ever want to see.” she explains pinching her temple.
“wait, so, y/n and tzuyu were..” the realization hits dahyun.
“they’ve been fuckin’ on the low.” momo states before nayeon hits her shoulder, causing the girl to wince.
you finally gaze up at the girls who all looked confused and shocked.
“look,” you start, “tzuyu and i are both adults. we both know what we want. we were going to tell you all about us in a way that we didn’t want tonight to go.” you sigh.
“how many times have you two even..done something like this?” jeongyeon asks.
you look at tzuyu who looks at you, then up to the girls, “a few times..” she says.
“okay, we all know it’s normal. to have sexual urges and falling for someone. it’s okay to feel and do, we’re human. but now that we know you both have been seeing each other in a romantic way and have been doing risqué things…just be a bit more careful about it?” jihyo asks if you both.
you both nod.
“and i hope you all know we wouldn’t have gone so long without telling you girls. we trust you. we just wanted to have some privacy to ourselves, you know?” tzuyu states to which the girls completely understand.
“our two maknaes in love, so cute!” sana giggles.
“how long have you been feeling this way?” chaeyoung asks.
“how did you both confess?” nayeon asks.
“okay okay! some questions will be answered for another time but can we all just go to sleep? i’m tired and we’ve got a big day ahead of us tomorrow.” you state.
“fine…but we’re not letting you both off the hook,” jeongyeon teases.
you sigh leaning your head on tzuyu’s shoulder making her smile and giggle softly.
what a way to announce a relationship, you guess.
#darlinggtwice#tzuyu x reader#tzuyu smut#tzuyu x fem reader#twice smut#twice imagines#twice tenth!member
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more on reborn au au (au squared) obito. technically includes plasticity spoilers?
okay so my goal in plasticity is NOT to "redeem" anyone or have anyone change their personal goals. so obito reincarnates and he still wants his moon's eye plan but also he is a little baby. i think i'll let both him and itachi keep their magic eyeballs but they don't have enough chakra to actually DO much with them until they're older (i guess like 12-13 bc that's when itachi was an ANBU captain, but it seems like neither of them should be able to be casually spamming mangekyou until they're adults)
however i think obito is uuuuuh easily distracted. like he can make a convoluted plan and carry it out-- he IS an uchiha thank you very much-- but also he's going to get sidetracked by just doing random shit for the lulz. this is why in canon he spends months harassing deidara for no reason. so he determines he must put his evil plans on hold for an indeterminate amount of time and WAIT A SECOND he hang out with rin now!!!!
i think he'd actually be very frustrated with trying to maintain a friendship with rin? like he put her on the HIGHEST pedestal but at the end of the day, she's a normal young girl. she's sweet to him but she's not as interesting as he remembers and she's a kid so she makes mistakes and also, obito is kind of insane and all of his peers Sense This about him. so he likes checking on her and doing short social activities with her, but he's not having hours long heart-to-hearts with her anymore. they're not as close. also if anything happens to rin obito will kill everyone in konoha and then himself
obito is kind of like "whatever, i'll be a genius this time around, that looked fucking fantastic for kakashi" so he attempts to be A Genius but it turns out if you're better than everyone else your age, adults expect you to..... do things?? obito is his own boss he doesn't just DO things smh. so he sets up this weird dynamic where he get lauded by his family but his family is also like uuuuh why aren't you graduating early??? BUT BECAUSE RIN IS THERE AND HE NEEDS TO LOOK AT HER
also, incredibly annoyingly, kakashi can still beat him sometimes because kakashi is a weird genetic freak. instead of just continually kicking his ass obito has just put more pressure on him to get stronger. horrible
konoha gives obito to minato and is like: there is something deeply unhinged about this kid but he had a sharingan at 8 so. do something with that. and unfortunately minato trying very earnestly to mentor obito is sort of endearing, and obito didn't realize the first time around how many strings minato pulled to get rin into medic-nin training and keep them off the frontlines as much as possible and obito..... will let him live this time, maybe.
at some point obito catches wind that danzo is sniffing around kakashi and so he breaks into danzo's home and is like "aaaaw how cute, but kakashi is mine. keep it up and i will kill you <3" and scares the living shit out of danzo. (minato is SUSPICIOUS obito Did Something but this does mean MINATO no longer has to do anything, so he doesn't ask questions)
the minute obito thinks he can use kamui more than once without giving himself chakra exhaustion, he starts poking around internationally. there's no real goal except MAYBE find and kill zetsu and madara, he's just Doing Shit. and in Doing Shit he runs into the Ame Trio and realizes there's more than one reincarnate?
obito: oh.... oh my god
obito: (kamuis directly into three year old itachi's bedroom) HELLO????
itachi: (OH FUCK????)
so i think the obito-itachi relationship is obito realizes he has a sounding board for all the various random shit he's been doing and whining about how his friendship with rin is weird, and also what if he claims kakashi by nonconsensually implanting one of his eyes??? no no, you're right, it's better if obito has two eyes to make up for not being half hashirama cells.
also his presence makes itachi 10x more feral
itachi: if you decide to kill everyone again, you have to give sasuke to me, unharmed. if you don't i will ruin your entire. i will kill you as painfully as i can. this is non-negotiable
obito: whoa whoa whoa little coz!!!
obito: i'd only kill the old people :)
itachi: aaaaah
obito isn't really interested in uchiha massacre 2.0 though. he doesn't care if itachi murders danzo, and he'll eat popcorn while watching but he doesn't offer help. he convinces itachi to swap eyeballs with him for the EMS, but itachi really wants SASUKE to inherit his eyeballs once he's old enough so Obito might have to swap? again? with sasuke?? fine, whatever. this new version of team 7 all think he's bonkers and sometimes walk on extreme eggshells around him, but they're NICE to him and he's not going to fuck that up. minato will ask kakashi and rin to babysit once he has his brat kid, never obito, but obito doesn't really care because it means he has more time to go harass other akatsuki members
and then kakashi is taken hostage (UNFORGIVABLE) and it turns out. there was someone ELSE he could have been bothering this whole time!!!
obito: tori PLEASE join konoha it will be SO FUNNY
obito: anyway excuse me i'm burning down kusa <3 here hold kakashi for me. omg, DEIDARA'S here too??? *_*
someone commenting on obito watching itachi and tori gay chicken (straight chicken?) each other so hard they end up married so i've been debating how his presence affects this dynamic. i think he obviously makes it worse. because he cottons onto itachi's Girl Problems the second they start and he keeps trapping him in social situations and giving him "dating advice." so itachi is even MORE desperate to get a stable girlfriend to get his entire stupid family yo leave him alone
itachi: i'm dating tori. i haven't told her yet
obito: this is
obito, tearing up: the greatest gift you could have given me
also obito supports book club SO HARD and comes to every meeting
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.e-42 Miles Morales relationship hc's !!
people aren't nearly as obsessed w this man as they should be and that shit needs to change ASAP!!
sfw + gender neutral (i hope?) reader , use of 'princess treatment' once
i feel like people be forgetting that 42 Miles is also a version of Miles??
bro is NOT some hyperdominant fuckboy w 10 years of experience CMON
baby has never had a spouse, he's never even had his first kiss and this is the hill I will die on
anyways, Miles meets u, Miles falls in love, y'all start to date, yada yada mkay?
42 is fucking WHIPPED
and he's so shy about it i tell u
you're so attractive and good to him and effortlessly charming and you just have this aura about you and he cant believe ur his
bc Miles has zero rizz in every universe
you could look at him for just a second longer than usual and the boy would melt inside
will keep up his usual 'cool, calm, collected' act yk, he's the man!!!
but we all know that bro is dying inside whenever he sees u
ur the most important thing to him, ALWAYS
has to suppress the urge to propose to u right then and there when he sees u getting along w his momma Rio
she would love u! so happy that her baby finally has someone who treats him right yk??
ur the only person besides momma Rio he allows to touch his hair
bro is the little spoon and i will fight everyone who says otherwise
Miles loves to settle between ur thighs n lay his head on ur stomach or rest his head on ur shoulder or bury his face in ur chest when y'all are laying down, cmon, he needs the feeling of comfort
he absolutely has a picture of u in his wallet/phone case and as his wallpaper
would not let you touch any bags ever again, would not let you pay for ur shit every again, would not let u struggle w ANYTHING ever again. 42 is carrying all ur stuff (including yourself if you're tired, though he will pretend to be annoyed) and paying for whatever the fuck u want without question
insists you leave your wallet at home, will pout if u don't
princess treatment all the way
anyways
calls u 'ma, mami, chiquita' etc.
he's a mad dry texter (will not use punctuations for the life of him) but will text u all the time nonetheless
"u good ma"
"u need sum from the store"
"u eaten anything yet"
honestly I do feel like he can be an ass at times, its 42 after all, but he does his best to make it up to u every time
he's sooooo protective, will always ask where u at and wyd out of simple worry, would probably (politely) ask for u to share ur live location w him 24/7 and would share his w u
42 wouldn't even check ur location once he gets it, he would still opt for asking u directly, it just gives him a sense of comfort that he can (and will) find u immediately if he needs to
bro cannot lose another person dear to him
would absolutely grill people with glares if they look at u wrong
ur his, he's not sharing
he's not overly possessive tho, will keep himself in check
Miles drinks his respect ur spouse juice every day, he will let u live ur life smh
he really trusts you anyways
still asks (ASKS!!!!!) to go everywhere w u, trails after u like a lost puppy
all grumpy w his rbf but his eyes will never fail to soften around
he smiles the sweetest, dorky smile if u play ur cards right
not a big fan of pda but will let you touch n kiss him if u want to touch n kiss him and throw a protective arm around u, always has a hand on ur lower back in public
all over u in private tho!!!
he's addicted to ur kisses and will ask before kissing u every. single. time
once he gets his lips on urs you will not get him off of u again, 42 is an addict and ur his drug
scary dog privilege all day everyday
also does his best to make a good impression on ur parents and they love him!
once y'all have been in a relationship for longer he will honestly ease up around u so much and be less shy yknow
actually starts to tease u back, blushes less and does that tiny amused smirk instead
y'all playfight every two seconds (42 will NOT let u win under any circumstances, bro is a lil bitch and smug asf about it)
will also beat ur ass at mario kart
42 Miles ain't showing u no mercy w that shit, he's too competitive
he buys u new flowers every week
extremely expressive through actions, less comfortable to do so through words but will tell u that u mean everything to him on a regular nevertheless bc he's a sweetheart and in love w u
you would watch every single one of his (basketball) games and eventually he'd give u one of his jerseys (w his name and number on it and everything!!)
bro has to hold himself back so bad whenever he sees u in it
bonus points if its oversized on u
he's so JIDFUHIGEYFUERFV I will simply pass away
constructive criticism and reqs are welcome!!
#across the spiderverse#into the spider verse#miles morales#miles morales prowler#earth 42 miles morales x reader#earth 42 miles x reader#earth 42 miles headcanons#prowler x reader#42 miles morales
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For the first installment of this series, let's start with something easy!
Arcana characters as Disney princesses/princes
Julian - Flynn Rider/Eugene
These two are so similar istg
Dashing, dramatic, swashbuckling rogues with dry humor and a secret, insecure soft side?
The only difference between them is one is ginger with an eye patch and the other isn't
Honestly Eugene would probably be a good pick for a voice hc tbh
Oh hey they're both orphans with big brother vibes too look at that
Asra - Elsa
White hair? Check. Water-related magic? Check. orphans? Check. Unconditional fashion style that doesn't really match everyone else but still looks drop-dead gorgeous regardless? Check
Both of them also have familial abandonment issues and feel the need to isolate themselves from the people they love instead of confronting the problem smh
I will admit their romantic interests are a bit different, with Asra being bisexual and Elsa either being a lesbian or aro/ace at best
Both of them have also been described to have seductive singing voices 👀
Nadia - Princess Jasmine
We👏stan👏 headstrong 👏 independent 👏 middle eastern- inspired👏queens👏here👏
Ngl Jasmine is one of my favorite Disney princesses & she & Nadia would definitely hit it off
Both feel stuck in their respective lives while also wanting to rule, and try to take action for themselves whenever they can
Also both of them would look absolutely stunning in an outfit swap
Muriel - Hercules
Honey you mean HUNK-ules
I know Hercules isn't technically a Disney prince but he fits Muriel too well
Big and strong but shy and genuine at heart? Hell yeah
Their reactions to fame are a little bit different but they are the same when it comes to falling in love; both are so gentle and genuinely caring, and can't stop gushing about their partner
Also amazing idols for how men are supposed to treat women - a.k.a with respect
Both have a heathy amount of respect for their partners modesty (even when said partner is trying to seduce them on purpose), as well as their partners autonomy to make their own decisions
Not to mention they both have estranged families that they didn't know about, and a supportive animal companion
Portia - Rapunzel
I know some of you might be thinking "why not Merida? They look so alike with their frizzy mop of ginger hair!" Well, dear chat, let me explain
While they may look similar, Portia and Merida do not act similar. Merida is rebellious, headstrong, and airheaded, fighting her loved ones on everything and doing what she wants regardless of the consequences until said consequences come back to bite her in the butt. Portia on the other hand, while also headstrong, is spunky, kind, and takes others feelings and opinions into account instead of doing the first daring thing that comes into her head
Which brings me to Rapunzel. Admittedly, Rapunzel is a lot more sheltered and inexperienced about the world than Portia was but they are still kindred spirits. Curious, spunky, headstrong, kind, compassionate, and unafraid to fight for themselves.
They're ready to take on the world even if they don't know enough about it
Both also have evil and manipulative family members (ik Mother Gothel isn't Rapunzel's family; she was still the one who raised Rapunzel & Rapunzel considered her family long enough for it to count in this situation)
Both also meet love interests who guide them through the part of the world that's unknown to them, be it magic for Portia or the world as a whole for Rapunzel
Lucio - Merida
remember all those traits I listed for Merida? Yeah Lucio fits those
Merida and Lucio may be hella good warriors, but boy are they stupid sometimes
Both also have mommy issues™
Both are also wildly inexperienced with magic and should really be more cautious about it
Both just go "oopsies" and expect everything to be fine because of their status when it's never fine
Can you tell yet that these two bother me lol
Both were brought up in a Scottish-sounding culture and you can't change my mind
#the arcana#the arcana game#arcana#count lucio#muriel of the kokhuri#nadia satrinava#portia devorak#julian devorak#asra alnazar#the arcana as _
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The Story of Minglan
Who?
Wasn't she supposed to take Rongjie fishing? This isn't Rongjie, is it?
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I'm pretty sure these are all new characters.
I mean, yeah, I took a bit of a long break but I don't remember these two at all. They are relatives of the Emperor? Is this the brother whose wife died? But if so, who is the woman?
Anyway, let's get back to the kitchen fight! Imagine embarrassing yourself so badly in front of the Emperor's relatives, LMAO. I'm here with all the popcorn 🍿🍿
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State Uncle Shen? 🤔
So, not the Imperial family?? I don't understand who she is married to, then. I must have grossly misunderstood something in her conversation with Minglan.
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LMAO, so many dead birds with one stone 🤣🤣
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LMAO, you should practise makeup as well 🤣🤣
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LMAO, I don't think there is enough ability in the world 🤣🤣
Quit while you're ahead, girl.
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OH MY GOD. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
AGAIN??
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Oh? 👀
This is new, lol! The ones before here were all, "Give me a path to live, let me fuck your husband!" and this one is the first to go, "Give me a path to live, I really don't want to fuck your husband!" 🤣🤣
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Minglan is not a doormat but she chooses to be kind when she can.
They are lucky.
Also, I love the implication that this girl had already slept with Tingye's younger brother in the Marquis Manor and that they are now trying to stuff her into his bed too. Gross 🤮
If I were Tingye, I'd be too disgusted to even get it up.
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I am obviously a much bigger fan of Minglan than Tingye, but I can't help but feel a bit bad for him 😅
Whenever he tries to get her to flirt or teases (hints, lbr 🤣🤣) that she could use her charms to get him to do anything for her, she gets all serious and says, "Never mind, then! I wouldn't want to indispose you!"
He really wants her to lean on him, he wants her to be free and genuine and loving and playful, but she just refuses to bite and keeps him at arm's length all the time. Yeah, she does all her wifely duties perfectly, but she gives him nothing more than that and he wants so much more.
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Wait, is it Manniang?
Are they talking about Manniang??
Smh, I had forgotten all about her 😠 Things were going too well, of course she had to show up to stink up the place.
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OMG, Minglan, noooooooo 😬
Poor guy, the way his face drops as he listens to her 😢 From the happy, smiley expression when she acknowledges that he is good to her, to... this.
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She just keeps digging that hole deeper and deeper 😬
Poor Tingye, is he even aware of how little she thinks of him and how much she insulted him here? He must be, he is Changbai's best friend and he is intuitive enough to know what was going on in that hell house.
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The amount of damage shitty, selfish, immature parents do to their children is insane.
If they were living in modern times, she would torch her entire relationship with this attitude and a therapist would earn a fortune dealing with her daddy and attachment issues. She has so much contempt towards men in general (understandably) and has definitely started her own marriage out on the wrong foot.
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Where There's a Will, Right?: Dante x Male Reader
SUMMARY:
After Dante’s successful defeat of Argosax, he’s been ever-so-slightly more talkative than before; at least, that’s what you think. Both Trish and Lady noticed that Dante’s mood hasn’t improved and, if anything, he has only become more distant. Upon telling them that they’re wrong, they both tell you something that sends your mind reeling.
MINORS DNI--Seriously, go away >:[
BEGINNING NOTES:
✨Dom/Top Dante* x Male Sub/Bottom Reader
*Takes place between DMC 2 and 4 on the timeline; meaning Dante’s a bit angstier than normal--kinda Vergil-esc but he gets closer to normal at the end.
✨Unestablished relationship but everyone (including Dante) knows that you have a thing for him
✨The reader lives at the shop
✨Mentioned dark topics (nothing in depth but Dante having been suicidal is mentioned a few times)
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✨Fluff
✨Angst (? kinda)
✨Smut; Dante’s first time--the reader’s body count is not specified but it is implied you aren’t a virgin--meaning he is very sensitive to your touches.
✨Biting--draws blood and enjoys it.
✨Rougher--It’s not great but I wanted to try writing something a bit rougher, experimentation if you will.\
✨Oral--Dante receiving
✨Reader gets emotional afterwards; like sad fluffy stuff.
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✨A little self-indulgent. I could’ve written this as G/N (and if anyone wants a re-write, I can totally do so) but I wanted something a bit gayer than normal smh
✨I know absolutely dick-diddly about motorcycles, so you best believe I just googled all of it lmao
✨Not used to writing Trish or Lady so they might be a bit OOC; if anyone has any better ideas for how they should sound (if they sound off) please let me know! I want to try and use them more often.
✨The reader uses Revenant (as per usual) and Ifrit. How can you use those wonderful gauntlets? You are just stubborn or strong enough to resist their demonic nature; idk just let me have this lmao. Demons are from DMC 1, 2, and/or 4 (Also I didn’t really feel like writing too much combat since “Bound by Blood” is so combat heavy, kinda got bored with it lmaoooo).
✨THIS IS NOT A PREQUEL TO “Deep Regret” THAT FIC. IS STILL IN THE WORKS (AND IS REALLY ANGSTY LMAO)
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“Really?” Trish leaned against the wall of the garage, watching both Lady and you work, “You sure we’re talking about the same Dante?”
“What?” you set down the socket wrench and looked over at her, “Don’t believe me?”
“No, not in the slightest,” she mindlessly looked at her nails as she continued, “I don’t think I’ve heard Dante say more than five words at once in years and you’re telling me--”
“That he and I talk all the time?” You stood up, wiping your hands on your jeans, "I mean, we do live together-- what's so hard to believe?"
Lady laughed, catching your attention, “Well, Dante’s not exactly the talking type anymore,” the raven-haired woman turned from the workbench, “Can’t say I blame her, hun.”
“But that’s where you guys are wrong,” you sighed, “I mean, he’s not super talkative but we can hold a conversation for a good while,” you walked over to the stairs, grabbing your open beer on the way, and sat down with a huff, “You’re telling me that he doesn’t talk to you when you are on a job or anything?”
Lady shook her head, “Do you know how rare it is for him to even say “hello” anymore?”
“Bah,” you made a dismissive flick of your hand, “You two are full of shit, there is no way he’s that quiet.”
Trish said something under her breath as she crouched down to check the work you'd done.
“Huh?” You cupped your ear in a joking manner, “I’m getting deaf in my old age, Trish--you gotta speak up.”
“I said,” she stood up and turned to look at you, “Maybe it is because Dante loves you.”
Beer shot out your nose as you choked on it, going wide-eyed feeling flustered beyond belief.
“You can’t tell me you don’t have a thing for him,” the blonde walked over to Lady’s workbench, pushing up on the edge and sitting on the tabletop.
“I do not!”
Lady shook her head, “It is painfully obvious that you have a crush on him,” she leaned her side on the bench, facing you, “I’m sure he knows, too.”
“How is it obvious?! I mean--” You pursed your lips knowing you just dug your own grave.
The women shared a laugh before Trish answered, “The two of you are practically joined at the hip.”
Lady then jumped in, “He won't do anything without telling or asking you first.”
"You're the only one allowed in his room."
"And the only one that can use his weapons without him getting pissed, especially Rebellion."
“Dante stares at your ass a lot.”
Once again, you choked on your drink.
Lady laughed at Trish’s comment with a shrug, “Can't fault him for that, you do have a nice ass.”
The sound of the roller garage door being lifted caught everyone’s attention. In the doorway stood the very topic of the conversation with a few bags of groceries in his arms.
“Welcome home, Dante!" You shot him a warm smile, "How'd shopping go?"
Dante stared at you then at the women, “Why are they here?” His voice was cold and flat, his typical way of speaking nowadays.
“Oh!” Your voice was semi-cheery as you stood up, tossing the beer bottle in the nearby trash, “They stopped by right after you left. Asked to use the workshop for a bit.”
He stared at them for a few more seconds before walking through the garage, past you, and into the shop.
Lady grumbled to herself before sticking out a hand, gesturing at where he’d gone, “See! I told you!”
“You two are looking too deep into it. Dante doesn’t,” you shrugged, “you know…”
“Bullshit!” Lady pinched the bridge of her nose, “I swear-- if the two of you don’t hook up soon, I’m going to--”
A quiet sound of a door being cracked open cut her off. Dante looked at you and quietly mumbled, “You coming?"
“Huh? I-- Yeah,” you smiled at him, “I gotta finish the oil change and I’ll be in, okay?”
He said nothing and shut the door.
Trish slid off the bench with a sigh, “Come on, let’s give the lover boys their room.”
“Try not to break ol’ Dante," Lady jested as she picked up her tool bag, "He’s not as spry as he used to be."
You flipped her off and she stuck out her tongue in return. As they left you meandered back to Dante’s bike, you couldn’t help but mull over what the girls said.
“There’s no way that they are right,” your brow furrowed, “Dante is-- well, Dante. He’s a ladykiller, not into men… right? I mean, he has a mountain of bikini girl magazines-- ”
Lost in your thoughts, your hand slipped and you dropped the open bottle of oil, “Son of a fucking bitch!”
You snatched the bottle as quickly as possible but the damage was already done; over half of the contents were now in a black pool on the floor. A dejected grumble left your lips as you laid on your back, staring at the ceiling of the garage with a forearm resting across your forehead.
“Everything okay?”
“Hmm?” You tilted your head up slightly and saw that Dante was standing right at your feet, “Yeah… Just my good ol’ butterfingers…” Your head hit the concrete again as you sighed and looked at the mess, defeated.
His eyes trailed over to the oil on the floor before he wandered off. You propped yourself up on your elbows and saw Dante had grabbed the cat litter.
“You don’t have to--” He looked at you for a moment before dumping the litter on the spill, “Thanks, I-- Sorry, that was like a brand new bottle,” you leaned up in a sitting position, “I promise I’ll clean it up and replace the bottle.”
“It’s fine,” Dante stuck out a hand, helping you up.
As you got to your feet, you fell into him a bit and found yourself leaning on his chest. Your face instantly became hot as you froze. Strangely, Dante made no move to push you off of him or remove you, he just stood there and waited for you to do so yourself
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to invade your space, hah…”
Dante didn’t say anything, but rather, he grabbed your hand and pulled you inside the shop. On his desk was a box of fresh hot pizza and a few cold unopened beers.
Which in hindsight, you aren’t sure how he got the pizza. He didn’t have it when he entered the garage. Unless he got it delivered at the exact moment he got back… Or he had already stopped back in the foyer of the shop only to come around back to “interrupt” your conversation--but there’s no way he would do that, right?
“So,” you grabbed a slice and sat on the edge of his desk, “What’s the special occasion?”
“ ‘was hungry,” he grabbed a slice for himself and sat in his desk chair, putting his boots up on the tabletop.
A look of shock spread across your face, “Really?"
“What?”
“It’s just,” you shook your head, “I’m just glad that you’re eating, is all," you smiled warmly, "It's nice."
The red devil stared at you for a moment before continuing to eat.
Ever since defeating Nelo Angelo, Dante’s “human” habits had gradually deteriorated. He wouldn’t sleep, bathe, or even eat; any and all self-care was put on the back burner. You had to force the poor man to take care of himself--which is much easier said than done.
At one point, things got so bad that Trish acted more human than Dante. There was a small ray of hope, however; since Argosax’s defeat, Dante had begun to regain some small bits of life. He’d been bathing more often, eating every once in a while, and even smiling again. Most importantly, however, Dante hadn’t tried to off himself in almost six months which was a victory in and of itself for the tormented man; this, by extension, made you feel a little more at ease that the chance of you coming home to Dante on the cusp of death had slimmed significantly.
“Hey,” you pursed your lips and waited for him to look at you in acknowledgment, “Do you care if I turn on some music?”
He shrugged, "Don’t care."
You hopped off the desk edge and waltzed over to the "well-loved" machine. Hitting a random track--and praying to god it worked--you went back to your resting spot against Dante's desk. The two of you sat and ate together, listening to the jukebox and enjoying the quiet company.
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A loud knocking at the front door of the Devil May Cry woke you up. You must've fallen asleep downstairs. Across from you, in the middle of the room, was the coffee table with a TV that had been playing a DVD’s menu screen for only god knows how long. You were on your side and resting on the floor, in front of one of the couches… Even though there was an open couch adjacent to this one.
A large blanket was draped over you and onto the furniture behind you. That's when you heard a snore and realized why you weren't on the couch. Dante was fast asleep and face down against the coffee-colored pleather. Goosebumps ran up your spine as you realized that his arm was across your chest, his fingers loosely grabbing the fabric of your shirt. Carefully, you slipped away from the sleeping devil and let out a soft groaning yawn as you stretched.
Another set of knocks.
You sighed and stood up, walking over to the door, opening it.
“Ah, good morning Mr. Morrison,” you smiled tiredly at the man, welcoming him into the shop.
“You know, you make me feel old when you call me tha--” he stopped and stared at Dante, who was still asleep on the couch.
A small huff of a laugh came from your nose as you whispered to Morrison, “I know. Shocking right?”
His volume matched yours in return, “That would be an understatement," he turned to you, “Sorry to wake you but I have a job for the two of you that requires immediate attention,” he held out a manila folder.
“What is it?” A flat voice asked, making both Morrison and you jump.
After the two of you took a moment to calm down from the unexpected voice, the broker walked over to Dante and handed him the file, “Huge swarm invaded a nearby city--didn’t even have time to evacuate.”
You walked over to Dante, peering over the edge of the file. He noticed your interest and scooched over to one side, allowing you to sit beside him. As you attempted to read, you found yourself leaning towards your partner, squinting harshly at the small text. Dante moved closer to you causing your sides to touch; which, despite how many times he’s been this close (and closer) to you, never failed to make your heart race.
As the two of you looked at the file, you couldn’t help but remember what the ladies had said yesterday; how stony he is to them compared to how acted with you. Dante might be a bit cold but he has his sweet moments--even if it’s him sharing paperwork filled with pictures of hundreds of demons and a destroyed cityscape.
You whispered to Dante, “So, wanna do it?”
His eyes flicked to you before he looked over the file once more, “Fine.”
“Sweet!” With a jovial smile, you grabbed the paperwork. Your eyes flicked up at Morrison who moved to the edge of Dante’s desk, leaning on it with a lit cigar--as per usual, “We’ll take it!”
The broker shook his head with a small smile, “I’m beginning to think you enjoy these types of jobs.”
“Actually,” you stood up and walked over to him, “I do. Don’t have to worry about destroying things," you handed him the file which he grabbed.
He laughed softly and shook his head, taking a puff of his cigar, “You two are quite the pair.”
You tilted your head in confusion; that’s when you felt an exhale of air on the back of your neck, making your hair stand on end.
“We takin' the bike?” Dante’s voice was low and his warm breath lightly tickled your ear.
“Y-yeah,” you turned your head to the side and were only inches away from the sultry devil.
His turquoise eyes locked onto your gaze for a few seconds before he gave a flat, “Ok,” and went upstairs to get changed.
Once the youngest son of Sparda was upstairs, Morrison laughed as he stood up from the desk, “I’ll let the city know you're on the way. You two be careful,” he nodded goodbye and headed for the door before stopping, turning his head over his shoulder to you, “Don’t forget that there is still a lot of people trapped and--”
“And we should try and help them, don’t worry,” you winked at him, “Dante and I got this.”
Morrison opened his mouth but said nothing; instead, he continued out the door whistling a tune to himself.
You raised a brow at the odd action but decided it was not worth dwelling on.
Humming to yourself, you made your way up to your room. One of the spare bedrooms of (The) Devil May Cry that you were “only staying in for a few months”... that was over a decade ago. A smile tugged at your lips as you reminisced about a time long since passed.
===
Rain quietly beat on the roof of (The) Devil May Cry as the well-loved jukebox played quietly in the background. It had been exactly a year since Dante had officially named the shop and begun to take jobs as a demon hunter. Sitting at the large wooden desk was said devil hunter without a shirt on, only opting to wear his pants and boots. His arms were placed neatly on the top of his desk with his head resting on them, facing down at the tabletop, snoring happily. A half-eaten pizza and several empty beers were scattered about, painting the same old scene that he partook in night after night.
That’s when you showed up in his life.
You burst into the shop, stumbling and out of breath; leaning against the door, holding it shut.
“We’re closed,” Dante didn’t even open his eyes.
Before you could reply, obnoxious loud banging and shouting could be heard from the other side of the door. Dante raised a brow and tiredly looked up at you, curious as to what was pursuing you so fervently. The shirtless young man’s ears twitched as he made out what was on the other side of the large wooden door; it wasn’t demons or devils, it was humans. A mob of what sounded like fifteen to twenty people that were spouting off insults that ranged from vaguely rude statements to flat-out death threats.
Dante sighed, standing up from his desk with a huff. Casually, he grabbed Force Edge from the wall it was resting against, walking over to you.
You, of course, were terrified, debating if it was better to take your chances outside. Bursting into some random dude’s shop was dumb but you didn’t expect a smoking hot white-haired man (who was possibly the owner) to approach you with a massive gothic sword.
He flicked his hand telling you to move off to the side, which you fearfully obliged. With a warm, soft, friendly feeling, he smiled at you revealing his oddly sharp teeth, “You’re gonna owe me for this,” your face instantly became flushed in embarrassment.
Dante opened the door wide open and stepped out of the shop, the large blade resting on his shoulder. As he slowly went down each stair, the mob backed up away from him, “I’m only gonna say this once,” his voice was cold, loud, and angry, the complete opposite of what you’d just heard, “Get lost.”
One of the group’s men decided to act tough and approached Dante, “And if we don’t? What are you gonna--!”
The red devil grabbed the man by the face and held him up, not phased by the man’s struggling, “You know, I hate people like you,” his fingers tightened, “People that just don’t know how to listen.”
Muffled complaints came from the man as Dante’s fingers tightened further before tossing him at the others, knocking several of them over. They helped each other stand back up but none of them moved to leave.
“Now scram,” Dante’s brow furrowed, “Last chance before you really start pissin’ me off.”
With that final warning, the group ran like the wind and disappeared. A small laugh came from the red devil as he re-entered the shop.
“So,” Dante set Force Edge back where it was, “What is a guy like you doin’ being chased by a mob at this hour, huh?” He leaned against the edge of his desk, folding his arms.
“I uh,” your face became hotter and hotter as you looked at the smiling man, calling him stunning was an understatement. It didn’t help that he was lightly soaked from the rain which was dripping down his body, emphasizing his physique, “I just pissed off the wrong folks, that’s all.”
“Uh-huh,” Dante pushed off his desk and wandered over to you, “That why you smell like gunpowder, blood, and demons? Or’s that some sort of weird cologne?”
You froze.
“You know," he continued, "it’s not every day I get to meet someone in the same line of work as me,” he now stood in front of you, his hands stuck in his pockets and a casual tilt to his posture.
“I-- What?”
Dante’s smile widened, “You’re a demon hunter, right?”
Your expression said it all, making the young man laugh.
“Now,” he turned from you striding over to the corner of the room, “as payment for waking me up from my nap,” the white-haired man stood near one of the couches, grabbing his black long-sleeve shirt off the back, “You’re gonna take me with you to finish your hunt.”
As he slid the tight fabric over his body, all you could do was stare. Not only was watching him get dressed semi-erotic, but, the idea that you’d finally met someone else who enjoyed demon hunting like you do was enough to send shivers down your spine.
“That’s what you were doing right?” The red-clad man raised a brow as he slid on his vest, buckling the straps.
You blinked back into existence with a nod, “Yeah, you sure you want to come with? It isn’t exactly a small job, and,” you avoided his gaze, “it’s not only demons.”
“There are cultists, too--I know,” Dante slid on his gloves, “Figured that out the moment I saw ‘em outside,” he tossed his coat on, adjusting the lapels.
“O-oh…”
He meandered over to the same sword from earlier, placing it on his back, “So,” he raised a brow, “We doin’ this or what?”
You smiled sheepishly, “Sure.”
“Ah… Almost forgot,” Dante turned around and opened a desk drawer, grabbing his keys, “Here, catch,” he tossed you a box of shells, “Those work?”
“Really-- I- Yeah, why are you..?”
Dante began to walk out the door, you right behind him, “Can’t do all the work myself, babe,” he turned to you with a smile.
After he locked the door, you led him to a building that was right outside of Red Grave; it was an old abandoned apartment complex. The two of you made quick work of the job; given, it was half-finished from your earlier attack.
Despite not even knowing each other’s names, the two of you fought together quite well. Neither of you got in each other’s way. When you did interact, it was damn near perfectly choreographed; as if you’d known each other for a long time.
“You know,” Dante dodged a Death Scissors, “You’re pretty good at this.”
“Oh yeah?” A small amount of playful sarcasm loomed over your words, “I’m still not impressed with you,” you ducked underneath a Frost’s attack and shot it right in the small of its back, “mister white-haired stranger.”
“Eh,” he used Force Edge to slice three Abyss in half, “Had to leave you something to fight.”
Both of you shared a laugh and stood in the middle of the room, looking around at the carnage. Dante turned to see a cultist trying to escape. The red devil pointed Ebony up and shot the human, much to your dismay.
“Hey,” you shoved his shoulder, “You stole my final kill.”
“Oh,” he holstered Ebony and turned to you, “Didn’t see your name on ‘em, sorry.”
You playfully rolled your eyes and sighed, “Thanks for your help,” you avoided his eyes, which were trained on your face, “I appreciate it.”
“No problem,” Dante smiled, “This was fun, been a long time since I’ve had a partner to work with,” he stretched his arms upwards, cracking his shoulders, “Lady’s been off doing her own thing lately.”
“Lady?” You raised a brow, suspicious of the red devil’s seemingly fake person.
“She’s an old friend,” Dante and you began to descend back down the building’s stairs. It wasn’t until the two of you got outside before he spoke again, “Hey, so,” his voice was quieter than before, “You work by yourself all the time or?”
“Yeah,” you sighed and placed a hand on the back of your neck, “Never been able to find someone who’d join me on a hunt.”
“Well,” Dante put his hands in his pockets, “If you want, I’ve got an open spot at my shop...”
“Really?”
“Mhm, haven’t had a partner in a while and could use the company.”
You laughed.
“What?”
“I don’t even know your name and you are offering me a job?”
The red devil stuck out his hand, “Name’s Dante.”
You smiled and shook his hand, “Well, Dante, I think I’ll take up that job offer,” you sheepishly turned your head away and mumbled, “I think I could use some company, too.”
===
“You coming?”
A sudden flat voice from your doorway made you jump with a loud startled shout. Quickly, you turned around to see Dante, fully geared up, and leaning against your doorframe with his arms neatly folded.
“I- Yeah, sorry,” you shook your head, “Just lost in thought.”
Dante stood up, saying nothing, and headed back downstairs into the garage.
With pursed lips, you continued to get ready; that’s when it hit you. Dante must've been standing there for quite some time, watching you; you who was standing in bagging half falling off underwear the entire time. Your face became hot, the idea of Dante seeing you this exposed was enough to make your mind reel. Shaking off the growing hot feeling, you shoved yourself into your hunting gear; which included Dante’s Ifrit and your shotgun, Revenant.
Upon reaching the garage, you saw that Dante had already started the bike and was waiting outside for you to join him. Although you weren’t sure, you swear it looked like he was smiling at you; only hinted at by small creases in his cheeks. You joined him in the alley with a stuck-out hand, waiting for Rebellion, which he gave you. As you slid the sword on your back, you flashed a wide smile and playful wink at Dante. Then you mounted the back of the bike and a heavy wave of embarrassment filled your face as you firmly placed your hands on Dante’s waist.
Without a word, Dante kicked up the stand and you were off. As you held onto him, you couldn’t help but lean further onto his body, your face against his back. His cologne was that of lemongrass, lavender, and a light dusting of patchouli. You took a deep inhale, sighing longingly at the comforting scent; which didn’t go unnoticed by the white-haired hunter.
The two of you arrived shortly at the nearby city. Once both of you dismounted the bike, Dante stuck his hand out--mimicking what you’d done earlier. With a smirk, you pulled Rebellion off your back and held it out in front of you, blade facing down and your fingers tightly wrapped around the grip. The red devil grabbed the sword, making sure to just barely ghost your hand with his in the process.
A bright blush adorned your face as you gave him a small content laugh and looked at the less-then-happy scene before you. To say that the place was crawling with demons would’ve been an understatement.
An irritated long groan came from you as you slumped forward, “Those pictures must’ve been old; this is so much worse,” you looked over at Dante who was staring at you, “Wanna call in the ladies?”
“No,” he turned from you and began to walk toward the city.
With a baffled sigh, you shook your head and jogged to catch up to him, walking right beside him.
When the two of you got to the edge of the zone, a large platoon of soldiers was along the city’s edge. As expected, the two of you were approached by the armed people and questioned as to why you were there.
You sighed softly, “We were hired by the city to come in and exterminate the infestation.”
A mixture of various “bullshit”s and “no way”s were heard throughout the platoon. A greatly unamused Dante slyly reached down and grabbed one of your fingers with one of his, a sign he used when he wanted to move forwards.
“Just stay out of our way,” you shoved past the soldiers, Dante right beside you. Before you got too far, you stopped and turned to the men, “Wait about thirty minutes and start sweeping this end of the city for survivors, continuing further inwards; we’ll have most of the demons cleared out for you.”
Once more there were various forms of ill-natured or overly skeptical comments from the crowd; but, after all these years of hunting, it was expected at this point. The two of you just continued onwards, Dante’s finger still wrapped around one of yours.
It didn’t take long for you to encounter a horde. At first, you were excited and readied Ifrit; however, Dante has taken up to not allowing you to fight anything more than Misras or Frosts. Today was no different.
You vocalized your irritation (as you had done many times before) but it always fell on deaf ears, Dante simply didn’t care. Things came to a head when you were nearly finished with the job and the red devil had been nearly gutted by a group of demons but he still wouldn’t let you fight.
“Dante,” you furrowed your brow as the two of you walked on, “Could you at least let me kill something? I’m getting bored with fighting small fries and playing cheerleader.”
The red devil stopped and looked over at you, but said nothing.
“Come on,” you made your best puppy dog eyes and stuck out your lip in a pouty manner, “Please?”
“I can handle it,” he turned to continue on the path, “You are a human; humans are fragile.”
“Excuse me?” You walked beside him, “You forget you’re human, too?”
“I can heal within seconds,” he glared at you from the corner of his eye, “You can’t.”
You moved your jaw in thought, mulling over things before speaking again, “Yes, but that doesn’t mean you should push yourself like this,” the red devil’s head turned slightly, indicating he was listening, “Just ‘cause you can heal…” You reached out and lightly grabbed his bicep, “I’m your partner, remember? I’m here to help you.”
Dante stopped and pivoted to look at you. His brow was slightly upturned and his eyes held an odd unplaceable emotion, “I know.”
A small sad tilt decorated your brow as you lightly squeezed his arm before letting go. You had an inkling as to why he acted this way but had never been able to be sure; hell would have to freeze over before you’d get a clear answer from the red-clad half-breed.
The two of you entered the center of the city where the demons seemed to have come from. In the middle of the large leveled area was a large mass of sorts. Both of you knew exactly what it was, the start of a demon nest.
Almost as if on cue, an insurmountably large quantity of demons revealed themselves. The two of you split apart. Finally, you were able to fight something decent and were relishing in it. Your targets were, for the most part, Blades and Gladiuses; which wasn’t that big of a challenge but it is better than nothing. A smile shot across your face as you got to have some fun with Ifrit for the first time in years.
In the complete opposite of an over-strained Dante trying to deal with several Plasmas and Blitzes.
You had nearly finished up your half (well more like two-thirds) of the horde and destroyed the budding nest before you noticed Dante struggling. Quickly, you killed the last of your targets and rushed over to help the red devil, who had just been thrown through a building.
“Dante!” You kneeled down by him, “Hey, you alright?”
“I’m… fine,” his voice was strained as he tried to sit upright, only to bare his teeth with a grimace.
“Stay here, I’ll take care of this,” you stood up but found that your wrist was ensnared by Dante’s grasp.
“No,” he attempted to stand again.
“Dante, I can handle them,” you tugged your hand away, “Let go of me, please.”
His expression was blank as his fingers only tightened around you.
“Dante…” Now, you are starting to get irritated.
“I can handle them, just let me do it,” he stood up and you saw that his ribcage had concaved, clearly broken.
“No Dante-- You are in no condition to fight right now,” you pursed your lips, “I can finish this,” giving him one last chance to let go.
“No, I am fine.”
“Goddamnit Dante!” You snapped at him and yanked your hands out of Ifrit’s gauntlets, removing Dante’s grip on you, “You’re always protecting everyone else, so please, for once in your life,” you stalked over to Rebellion, which had been stuck in the ground nearby when Dante attempted to stop himself, grabbed it tightly and turned back to him, “Let me protect you.”
His eyes widened, showing a mixture of confusion and anger, but you didn’t give him a chance to refuse. You had already gone off and were slaying the rest of the demons using Rebellion. If Dante wanted you to stop, he could have recalled his sword; he should’ve recalled the blade but, for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to.
Although you were still concerned for Dante, you couldn’t deny that you were having the time of your life. You'd only been allowed to use Rebellion one other time on the field, which was shortly after being hired at the DMC. The feeling of wielding such a mighty blade was insurmountable; not only that, but the frictionless feeling of slicing through demons was damn near erotic. A wide smile spread across your face as you finished off the final few demons, pinning the final Plasma down into the ground using the blade.
“You could’ve gotten hurt.”
“You’re just jealous that I got more kills than you,” with a playful shake of your head and a small laugh, you pulled Rebellion back out of the ground and turned around. Dante had healed and was giving you quite the venomous glare, your expression dropped, “What?”
He aggressively grabbed the sword from your hand, placed it on his back, and turned to walk back the way you came, “We’re leaving.”
You bent down and picked up Ifrit, sliding the fiery devil’s gauntlets back on, “Huh? We haven’t done our sweep back--”
“Now!” His voice was much angrier than you’d heard in a long time, so you remained silent and followed behind him.
The walk and ride back to the shop were eerily quiet. Neither of you said a word, not even to the soldiers that you passed in the city. During the bike ride, you did your best not to latch onto the red devil and held onto the bike itself--which wasn't exactly comfortable or easy, but you were pissed off and didn't care.
As the two of you entered the shop, you had thought about saying something to the devil but weren’t going to give him that satisfaction; no, you just silently went up to your room and slammed the door behind you. Leaving him in the foyer, alone.
Doing your best to ignore the guilty feeling in your gut, you hopped in a quick shower and took a small unintentional cat nap on your bed right after. Around an hour later, you woke up and groggily wandered downstairs to get a glass of water--and to see where Dante had gone. As you looked around, you pursed your lips in confusion. Dante typically after a job would just get drunk at his desk or on the couch but he was nowhere to be found. It was rare for him to actually go to his room; but, then again, it is even rarer for the two of you to have a disagreement or fight like this. A sigh left your lips as you traversed back to your room. A small amount of regret lingered at the edges of your mind for using such harsh words at the poor devil.
Mindlessly, you had wandered to stand in front of his room and stood there with your hand up, ready to knock. After a minute you decided to put your hand back down, hoping that maybe he’d be the one to come to you and apologize for once. With a heavy sigh, you entered your room and turned the light on, then nearly had a heart attack.
There, sitting silently on the edge of your bed, was Dante in his boxers and a long-sleeve black baggy shirt. His forearms were resting on his legs--one of which was bouncing nervously, his hands intertwined as he mindlessly twisted and played with his fingers, and his gaze fixated on the floor.
“Uh… Dante? Everything okay?” You shut the door, set your glass of water down, and slowly walked over to the bed, sitting beside him.
“You remember why I hired you?” His voice was soft and sad, something was wrong.
You shook your head, confused at the seemingly out-of-nowhere question, “Huh?”
“Do you remember why I hired you?”
“Because you said you needed company..?”
His lips twitched at the answer; however, he said nothing and just stared at the floorboards in front of him.
“Dante?” You gently and cautiously grabbed his forearm, making his leg stop bouncing.
His voice became even softer, becoming barely audible, “Do you regret it?”
Your brow softened as your fingers gripped him tighter, “Dante…”
His brow furrowed as he moved his jaw for a second before giving you a sad huffed laugh, “I wouldn’t blame you if--”
“Stop,” you stood up and moved to stand in front of him, then knelt between his legs, “Look at me,” his eyes coyly met yours as you grabbed both his hands, “I have never regretted anything I’ve done with you, nor will I ever.”
A small quiver found its way to Dante’s lip, “Why?”
“What do you mean why?” You gave him a bittersweet smile, “I like being with you, Dante.”
He opened his mouth but no sound came out, only a crack and a small whimper as tears filled his eyes. Then you did what you should’ve done the moment he started talking, you stood up and enveloped him in a tight hug. Dante quickly wrapped himself around you. The red devil’s fingers dug into your back and grabbed generous handfuls of your shirt.
Half-formed sentences and choked-up versions of “I’m sorry” are all that he could manage through the unwavering barrage of tears. All you could do was hold him tight and tell him that everything’s okay--that he doesn’t have to apologize, not for breaking down like this. Gently, you kneaded against his shoulder blades and placed one hand in his hair, petting him. You noticed his hair was wet; which, not only meant that’s where he was when you were searching for him but, this was the first time he'd taken a real shower in nearly three weeks. It seemed like a lifetime had passed before his tears began to slow, eventually boiling down to just small hiccups.
However, his hold on you didn’t loosen, if anything, it got tighter. You had placed the side of your face against the top of his head and quietly hummed, hoping to comfort him.
“Hey…” Dante’s voice was thick and quiet, a hint of nervousness ghosted his words.
“Hm?”
“Would it be okay to stay like this? Just for a little longer…” He waited with bated breath for your response.
“Mnmm… How about this,” you pulled back from him, making him hesitantly release you. A small warm smile tugged at your lips as you straddled his lap and re-wrapped yourself around him with your legs around his middle, “This okay?”
Through your shirt, you could feel Dante hum with a small smile, “Mhm,” his arms regrafted themselves to your body as he pushed his head into your body.
The two of you sat together for nearly two hours, Dante softly purring against your skin as you lightly rubbed his back and played with his hair. If the front door hadn’t opened, the two of you would’ve stayed linked together for much longer.
“I’ll get it,” you slid off his lap but were stopped by Dante grabbing your wrist.
“Do you have to?” His expression was oddly shy, which sent a sharp pang of love through your heart.
“Join me?” You smiled as you pulled him up. A small surprised laugh left your mouth as you felt him lace your fingers together.
A bright smile adorned your face as the two of you made your way downstairs and found Morrison standing in the foyer.
“Afternoon, Mr. Morrison!” You waved with a small happy noise but realized that he was staring with wide eyes.
“I’m not… interrupting, am I..?”
You stared at him in confusion before you realized how the two of you looked; both of you were semi-disheveled, only in underwear and a shirt, and Dante’s hand was in yours, “No! No- not at all! We-- It’s not what it--”
“You are," Dante released your hand, moving further into the room, “but it is my fault for not locking the door. What’s up?”
A sputtered confused noise left your lips as your face became unbearably hot, mortified at what Dante was implying.
Morrison laughed, “Blunt as always, huh Dante?”
“Why bother lying about it,” Dante leaned against his desk, arms folded casually.
The broker shook his head with a smile, “I’m just here to drop off payment from the job earlier,” he handed Dante a thick envelope, “The client was impressed with how quickly the two of you worked--made sure to get it to you just as fast and added a little extra cash, too.”
“Oh? Really?” Dante opened the packet and counted the cash quickly, “Huh… Thanks, Morrison.”
Morrison did a double-take, taken aback at not only Dante’s words but, Dante’s willingness to talk, “No problem, Dante…” The broker looked over to you with a raised brow before turning to leave, “Sorry for interrupting, I’ll lock the door on the way out. Goodnight you two.”
“ ‘Night, Mr. Morrison!” Your voice was sweet but still had a lingering sense of embarrassment to it.
Dante opened the top desk drawer and tossed the money in it, smiling.
With a sudden nervousness, you approached the pants-less devil and joined him near the desk, “So… What was Morrison interrupting, Dante?”
His turquoise eyes slowly moved up to meet yours, a heavy odd feeling behind them.
Your face became even hotter as you swallowed hard, “Dante..?”
“We were sitting together,” small creases formed on his cheeks as he smiled wider, “Why? Did you have something else in mind?”
Another loud set of sputtered discombobulated noises came from you, unsure how to respond to such a loaded question.
A dark chuckle came from Dante as he meandered over to you, slowly inching you towards the wall behind his desk, then placing a hand beside your head, “Something wrong?”
“No, I--,” you closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to keep yourself from spontaneously combusting in embarrassment, “I’m f-fine.”
He lifted a brow and placed his free hand on your cheek, running his fingers gently across your skin, “I dunno, you seem rather feverish… You’re not sick, are you?”
“I’m just a little warm, that’s all,” you let out a half-hearted laugh, doing your best to ignore the pounding in your chest.
The red devil wasn’t satisfied with this answer and moved his face closer, putting his nose right beside yours, and made half-lidded eye contact, “I don’t believe you.”
Bit by bit, you leaned closer to him, placing your lips as close as you could without touching his. The two of you hovered for a moment before Dante pulled away and turned to look to his right, “Do you mind?”
You mimicked Dante's action in confusion and saw Trish standing in the shop.
“Lady forgot a few things in the garage,” Trish raised a brow and addressed you, “You believe us now?”
“Trish!” Dante’s face was bright red, “Seriously?”
“What?” She placed a hand on her hip, “You do love him, don’t you?”
Dante mumbled something you didn’t quite catch before his voice returned to the previous volume, “Can you leave? You’re kinda killing the moment.”
“Just make sure that you two can work in the morning, we have a contract to do.”
“Trish!”
She gave you a wide smirk and a wink, “Have fun.”
The two of you waited for the garage door to shut before Dante sighed, “Guess the moment’s kinda ruined, huh?”
He sheepishly turned to you, to which you grabbed his shirt and yanked his lips down to meet yours. A surprised muffled grunt came from the red devil as he placed his hand over yours, his thumb slowly running over your skin and removing you from his shirt. Gradually, he regained control over the situation and pushed you back against the wall. His lips were broiling and desperately pushing against yours, almost painfully so.
Dante grabbed the sides of your hips, picking you up slightly, so he could pin you against the wall using only his body and a knee that he had placed between your legs. Your hands frantically grabbed at his body, eventually settling for one hand in his hair and the other groping at his upper back. His hands wandered all over your body, sliding underneath your shirt and touching as much as you as he could.
Eventually, you managed to wrap your legs around his middle and his hands slipped down to support you from underneath your thighs. You cupped his face in both your hands to deepen the fervorous kissing. The red devil bit lightly at your lips, asking to enter your mouth. At first, you didn’t let him and playfully denied him entrance. Dante wanted to taste you and wasn’t taking no for an answer, forcing his tongue inside. His tongue was hot and he wanted nothing more than to explore every bit of your mouth, to devour as much as he could. The unexpectedly long appendage made you jolt and gag slightly in surprise, which made Dante smirk with a small amount of pride.
Only once you were both out of breath did the two of you separate, leaving you with labored breathing and hazy loving smiles.
Your thumbs gently rubbed the stubble that decorated his jawline, “Dante, do you really..?”
He meekly smiled and mumbled, avoiding your eyes in embarrassment, “You think I’d treat anyone else like you..?”
You placed a soft kiss on his forehead, “I love you… So much”
A soft huffed laugh came from his nose.
“What?”
He placed a small kiss on the side of the base of your neck, “Never thought I’d hear you say that.”
You laughed softly, “Dante,” he looked up at you and you ran a hand through his hair, “You want to know something?”
“Hmm?” He began to purr and melt into your touch.
“Although, there’s obviously more a more emotional aspect now,” you broke eye contact and turned away to avoid his gaze, “When we first met if you had asked me to… ya know… I would’ve,” your face was completely on fire as you regretted opening your mouth.
“Oh?” Using one hand to support you, he used a hand to turn your face to his, “What was that now?”
Your voice was high-pitched and cracked from embarrassment, “N-nothing!”
He had a sultry smirk tugging at his lips as he ran his thumb over your trembling lips, “You know, I thought about asking for that--instead of joining your hunt.”
“You-- you did?” Your face only became hotter with each word.
“Mhm,” Dante put his lips above yours again, “Not every day a smoking hot, sopping wet, guy busts into my shop.”
The two of you connected lips again and Dante’s hands gripped the sides of your thighs harshly, his nails digging into you, and dipped your ass lower to meet his growing heat. A small growl came from the back of the red devil’s throat as he ground his hips against you. Your hands grabbed his shoulders as you let out a small moan from the friction of Dante’s grinding. In response, Dante began to roll his hips harshly against you, shoving you against the wall with each thrust. Your hips jolted from the sudden rough movements and you broke from the kiss, letting out a low hissing groan. Dante, however, wasn’t done tasting you and immediately placed his lips back over yours; making sure to devour each one of your sweet noises.
He turned around and began to support you using only one hand again. With his free hand, he moved his mother’s photo to the desk drawer, closing it softly, and then swept his arm across his desk, throwing everything else off the top--making an absolute mess of the already cluttered shop.
Dante dropped you onto the desk and broke the kiss. Quickly, he removed your shirt and began to bite at whatever he could, making you squirm from the sudden, almost animalistic, aggression. His teeth broke through your skin and Dante excitedly lapped up the crimson lines, letting out a continuous lowly growl. A sharp loud gasp left your mouth as you arched your back towards him in response to him biting your neck; still drawing blood as he did for the other marks. Your fingers dug into him only further encouraging him to do it again.
However, you weren’t about to let Dante have all the fun. You kneaded your way down his torso and to the edge of his boxers. Coyly, you palmed over his bulge with widening eyes. Of course, it was easy to tell that Dante had a nice dick from how visible it is through his pants but you didn’t expect it to get that much bigger.
The sultry devil caught onto your sudden surprise and let out a small breathy laugh against your neck, “What’s the matter, babe?” He ran his tongue along one of the bleeding marks, “Surely you knew..?”
“I,” your mind was blank, “I thought you were a shower, not a grower,” you let out a half-huff half-laugh noise through your nose.
“Oh, just you wait,” a small seductive laugh came from him as he leaned back up to look you in the eyes, “Still not quite there yet.”
You rolled your eyes and casually draped your arms over his shoulders, “You know, just cause it’s big doesn’t mean anything if you don’t know how to use it,” you let out a playful low laugh, staring at him with half-lidded eyes.
Dante leaned in, “Oh, don’t worry,” he kissed you again, “I know exactly what you like,” smiling happily.
The two of you exchanged loud pecking kisses, “Mhm, sure you do.”
He stopped and left his lips right above yours, his breath ghosting your kiss-swollen lips, “I can hear things, you know…”
Your eye went wide, “Wh-what are you--”
“Every night, in your room,” he moved to kiss right behind your jaw, whispering against your skin giving you goosebumps, “Begging for me, saying my name,” he ran his tongue along the shell of your ear, “You’re much louder than you think, babe,” Dante gently bit your ear before he leaned back up to meet your gaze.
All you could do was stare back. Admittedly, it had crossed your mind a few times over the years that Dante might be able to hear you but you figured that he would’ve said something by now; especially with how long it’s been since you moved in. The idea that Dante had been listening to you for so long made your entire body hot and threw you for a loop.
Through all your discombobulated noises, you finally managed to sputter out, “Why didn’t you tell..?”
“Because,” he leaned in, intensifying his eye contact, “I get off listening to you,” he kissed your jawline, “I love hearing you come undone.”
A shiver ran up your spine as you completely froze.
The red devil noticed your change in expression and began to panic, “I didn’t upset you--!”
You yanked him down to your mouth, kissing him harshly once more. As you did, your hands ran up his shirt and began to grope at his pecs, eliciting a moan from the white-haired devil. Your nails ran down his body leaving loving irritated red skin, making him groan much louder.
He broke off from the kiss and quickly pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it in a random direction in the shop. When he looked back at you, his heart skipped a beat at the face you were making. Although you were obviously already flustered, your face had turned darker by tenfold and your eyes were wide; staring directly at Dante’s bare body.
“What?” He smiled with a tilt of his head and hips, “Like what you see?”
You coyly reached out to touch his chest again, Dante watching you intently. Softly, you kneaded against him and whispered, “You’re gorgeous, you know that?”
Now it was his turn to become red in the face, “H-huh?”
“I said,” your voice returned to normal volume, “You’re gorgeous, Dante…”
He stared at you. Although the red devil plays the confident type, his self-esteem was rather poor, and, to be quite frank, he hated how he looked most days; being reminded of his dead brother every time he looked in a mirror. However, hearing you say something so simple and, yet, so impactful made his head spin and his heart wrench.
You leaned in and placed a string of gentle kisses along his collarbones. As you did, you could hear him purring ever-so-slightly and were able to feel the vibrations through your lips. Eventually, Dante snapped out of his stupor, he slipped his hands into your underwear and found purchase on your ass, groping and kneading against you harshly. Next, you placed kisses up his neck and placed a long kiss against his Adam’s apple, pushing against it slightly; eliciting a groan from Dante.
Now back up at his lips, you connected with him once again. The red devil leaned you back onto the barren desk, without breaking the kiss, and pulled your hips tight to his. Once you were fully laid back, Dante moved down your jaw all the way down to your chest with soft kisses. A loud hiss left your mouth as you felt him bite down on one of your nipples, tugging on it slightly--doing his best to make sure he didn’t give you an accidental piercing.
“Fuck… Dante,” you ran your hands through his hair and looked down at him, he was already staring back at you; something was different, “Hey,” he released his bite, “You-- You alright?”
His brow twitched in confusion and he tilted his head, his gaze thinned.
“Your uh… eyes are--” You pursed your lips, his eyes had become a vibrant burning red-orange
“Oh- Oh!” Dante laughed softly, “Don’t worry about that,” his voice was quiet, seemingly shy, “I’m just excited, that’s all.”
You smiled at him and placed a hand on his cheek, thumbing over his flushed skin. He moved back up to you and stared down at you. His eyes are the exact same as when he uses his Devil Trigger except for his pupils, which are heavily dilated. It was a chilling reminder of how dangerous Dante really is, how much stronger than you he is.
“Are you sure you are alright with me-- with us-- doing this?” His brow was upturned and his voice was filled with a unquenchable lust that made your entire body hot.
“Of course,” you gave him a long drawn-out kiss and bit his lower lip, slowly pulling on it, “I wouldn't have it any other way,” you felt him shift his hips slightly and whispered against his lips, “I want you, please, Dante.”
He nodded and took a deep breath, leaning back up.
Before he could do anything, you sat up and pushed him away lightly with your fingertips on his chest. A sultry smirk tugged at your lips as you slowly slid down to your knees, placing the occasional kiss along his abdomen.
Dante’s breath hitched upon realizing what you were doing, “You don’t have to- ah~” He let out a small groan at the feeling of your lips against his still-clothed cock.
You looked up at him and placed a few more kisses down his trapped shaft, feeling him twitch against you. With almost painfully slow movements you kissed back up his shaft then slid your fingers behind the band of his boxers, pulling them down. His cock sprung up proudly, already dribbling pre-cum.
With a small smirk, you looked up at him and ran your tongue up the underside of his dick, making sure to lap up the small bits of milky fluid. His eyes broke from yours and were staring upwards.
“Dante,” you stopped, making him look back down at you, “Look at me, please,” you leaned back in closer to his body, whispering against his sensitive flesh, “I want to see if you are enjoying what I am doing or not”
He swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath, “I don’t know how long I… If I watch you.”
You smiled and let out a sultry laugh, placing a kiss on the underside of his tip, “That’s fine, as long as I get to watch you cum.”
The red devil’s face was bright red, not only from your words but from, watching you give his slit small kitten licks. You made your way down his shaft with slow kisses again, reveling in how much he was squirming from your touch. Once down to his base, you moved to the side--between his cock and the meat of his thigh--and bit down on him, leaving a loving dark mark. All the while Dante was groaning quietly as he bit his lower lip, attempting to stifle his vulnerable noises. In fact, he was biting down so hard that blood had begun to trickle down his chin.
After you felt the mark was dark enough, you placed several kisses on his balls and curled your tongue around his shaft, moving from the very base all the way back up. Slowly, you placed your lips around his cockhead and made sure to watch as Dante released his lower lip, unable to contain himself any longer. Bit by bit you took his length into your mouth, to the best of your ability; it’s not every day you suck an eight-inch cock after all.
Unhurriedly you bobbed your head up and down, making sure to savor his taste and the lewd mewls that he was making. You used one hand to play with his balls, making him buck his hips at the unexpected touch. Cautiously, he placed a hand on the back of your head, his fingers just barely ghosting against you. Noticing his hesitation, you used your free hand to push his palm harder against you. As you worked yourself into a rhythm, you noticed that he was moving his hips gently into you, making you take him in ever-so-slightly deeper with each intake.
You placed your free hand on your own dick and began to stroke yourself at the sight of Dante towering above you. He was breathing heavily with half-lidded eyes and was moaning sweet praises; such as “Holy shit” or “Goddamnit”.
After a while, you moved back to kiss down his shaft and his balls. Carefully, you licked his sack and took one of his balls into your mouth very gently sucking on it.
Dante put his hands against the wall, pushing up, and arched his back as he let out a loud unfiltered moan, "Fuckin~~! God~" His fingers clawed through the wallpaper, all he wanted was to grab you and fuck into the back of your throat, but he needed to be careful and have patience; the last thing he wants is to hurt you.
As you released his ball, you lightly ran your teeth against the skin, making him let out another loud moan. You flattened your tongue and ran it up between his balls, making sure to go slowly between them, all the way back to his tip only to generously give his slit more kitten licks.
Once again, you returned to bobbing up and down on his cock, moving a bit faster this time. One of your hands began to fondle his balls again whilst the other wrapped around to hold the back side of his thighs; encouraging him to thrust harder into your face. The red devil caught on quickly to the idea and placed both his hands on the back of your head and began to thrust his hips into you.
Admittedly, it was perhaps a bad idea to encourage him to face-fuck you since he managed to make you deep-throat him; something you weren’t able to do. Tears sprung to the corners of your eyes at the feeling. All you could do was wrap both your arms around his thighs and hold on for dear life, hoping he didn’t get any rougher.
Thankfully, it didn’t take Dante long to reach his peak. Your eyes met with his and he let out a thunderous whining moan as his fingers dug into the back of your head, pushing his cock as far into your mouth as he could. As expected, his cum didn’t taste the greatest--caused by his diet or lack-there-of, it was very salty and rather bitter. On top of that, he was choking you and pushing rather hard into the back of your throat but that didn’t matter much; you got what you’ve been lusting after for so long.
The look on his face alone made it worth the probable sore throat in the morning. He was disheveled with his hair falling in front of his face, some of which was stuck to the thin layer of sweat on his brow. His eyes were heavy and even more dilated than before. A dark red stain adorned his lower lip from his own smeared blood. Heavy labored breaths left his ajar lips, giving you a good look at his sharp teeth. You could tell that he wanted you, that he wasn’t done with you yet; which is exactly what you’d hoped for.
You felt him pet the back of your head as you removed his cock from your mouth. With heavy eyes of your own, you looked up at him with your mouth hung open slightly and breathing heavily. He noticed the tears that had finally run down your face and thumbed them off your cheeks, cupping your face in his hands.
Without breaking eye contact, you leaned against one of his hands and took his thumb into your mouth, biting it softly.
Dante’s voice was soft, “Can we do more?”
With a smirk, you let go of his finger and stood up, placing a hand on his chest, “You sure you’re up for it?”
The red devil picked you up, placing his head between your neck and shoulder, whispering in a low dark tone, “My room or yours?”
A shiver ran up your spine, “E-either one’s fine-!”
Dante bit down softly over one of the marks he made earlier in an attempt to satiate some of his growing desires, internally he felt himself becoming increasingly impatient. After a minute of thought, he went upstairs with you still in his arms and kissing your marred skin. Dante decided to use his room; after all, he knows where his lube is--plus he doesn’t have to worry about ruining your bedding, bed, or room in the heat of the moment.
He supported you with one arm as he futzed with the doorknob. You grabbed his face and moved it to yours, kissing him once again. Dante’s kisses were much less innocent and sweet this time; this time, they were overtly lustful and sinful. He wanted to indulge both himself and you in these unholy urges, to make you feel as good as he does; which, come hell or high water, is exactly what he’s going to do.
Finally, he got the door open and pushed it open using your back. Your hands made their way up to his hair, grabbing handfuls of it as he placed both his hands on your ass, pulling you as tight to him as he could. The only light in the room was provided by the sunset that was peaking through the blinds on his window; which poured directly onto the bed. He brought you both to the foot of his bed and laid you down, moving his kisses down your neck and to your shoulder.
When Dante leaned up the sight before him is one that will be immortalized in his jumbled mind. You were a hazy mess and were sprawled out on the untidy sheets. The sunlight gave your body a golden glow and only emphasized how beautiful you are to him. You looked heavenly, angelic almost. A small amount of pity sat at the edge of Dante’s mind, pity at how he is going to stain your pure and holy nature; how this devil is going to destroy you.
He grabbed one of your hands and kissed the back of it, placing genteel warm kisses up your arm and stopping on your shoulder. His breath was hot and tickled your ear as he whispered to you, “I love you,” he placed a long kiss on the side of your neck, “So damned much…”
Before you could speak, he placed a soft peck on your lips and stood up, moving over to his bedside table. You scooched up further onto the bed and Dante climbed onto it, a bottle of lube now in hand, sitting on his knees. To say he looked stunning was an understatement. You weren’t sure if he looked heavenly or if he looked demonic; perhaps he is both a devil and an angel wrapped up in a half-human shell. The sunlight made him appear god-like; between the sheer definition of his frame and the orange eyes that were trained on you, he looked surreal. Said eyes were flicking all over your body, absorbing every bit of you that he could, but he was hesitant; what if he messes things up?
After a few minutes, you sat up and placed a hand on his bicep, “Hey, you okay? We can stop if you don’t want to do more, Dante.”
He shook his head, “No, I want this, I want you. I just--” his gaze broke from yours and mumbled, just barely audible, “I’m nervous.”
You gave him a gentle smile, thumbing over his arm, “You’re doing great, Dante,” you leaned the top of your head against his chest, closing your eyes, “Besides, that’s supposed to be my line.”
He let out a warm laugh and placed his hands on your back, kneading against you.
After a moment, Dante leaned you back down and slid his hands into your underwear. He pulled your last bit of clothing off and tossed it somewhere within the messy room, then he took his own off; leaving you both completely exposed. The red devil then paused in thought for a moment before carefully turning you over onto your stomach.
You peered over your shoulder at Dante. He was staring at your bare form, biting his lip. A small groan left your mouth as you felt him place his warm hands on your ass, kneading. After a moment, you heard him shuffle around and then he sat for a moment. A sharp gasp came from you as you felt him smack your ass then aggressively grabbed the slowly redding side. Dante’s lip twitched into a smirk as he did it again, hearing you let out another moan.
He put both hands back down and groped at your ass, listening to your whimpering beneath him. Admittedly, he wanted to continue teasing you but he was losing grip on his own emotions; fighting back an urge to Trigger. So, he let go of your tender flesh and grabbed the bottle of lube. Instinctively, you put your ass up a bit; laying in a downward dog position. Dante split apart your cheeks and applied a generous amount of lube before slowly running his finger around your hole.
A small buck of your hips back told Dante you wanted him to hurry up so he slid one finger inside you. You buried your face into the bedding in hopes to suppress your voice but were quickly pulled back up by Dante’s hand carefully around your throat.
Through a strained growl, Dante confidently huffed, “I want to hear everything, and,” he leaned down, slowly adding a second finger, and whispered in your ear, “I don’t want you to fake anything.” He kissed the back of your neck, “I want your real reactions, ‘kay?”
Quickly you nodded, laying your head to the side and letting out a quiet groan as you felt his fingers fuck into you faster. Dante curled his fingers towards himself and felt you jolt forwards as you let out a guttural groan. So, he repeated the action and, when you repeated the same response, he continued to do it faster and faster.
Dante added more lube and slid in a third digit and saw that your brow furrowed a bit, grimacing slightly; however, you didn’t tell him to stop so he pushed it in further. As he played with your hole, he noticed you had begun to practically ride his hand. Mindlessly he opened his mouth and began to play with his teeth using his tongue, he found himself distantly regretting waiting so long and wished he had been able to gratify these taboo feelings sooner.
“Dante,” you stared at him from the corner of your eyes, “I want you,” you felt his fingers quicken, making you moan, “Please, Dante.”
The red devil shifted his jaw in thought, still playing with your ass. He wanted to watch you squirm underneath him longer but he couldn’t deny that he was also growing increasingly desperate. With a small sigh, he removed his fingers and gently coaxed you to turn over; laying belly up.
Slowly, he ran a hand down your middle and gently thumbed over your aching cock, and the pre-cum that decorated the tip. You whimpered from the unexpected feeling of your long-neglected arousal. Dante leaned back to sit his butt on his heels and, using some lube, stroked himself to the sight before him.
Once fully slicked up, Dante aligned himself with your hole. A devilish smirk tugged at his lips as he teased you, running his tip along your hole; he wanted to hear you beg as he had heard in secret for so many years.
“Please Dante,” you pursed your lips and rolled your hips, “Please, I can’t-- Please~!”
With a low growl, he pushed his tip inside and you let out a sharp gasp at the feeling.
Bit by bit Dante entered your body. You were doing your best not to tighten your body around the unfamiliar feeling. Admittedly, it made your whole body tingle in delight; never had you had such a large partner--living or plastic--making this quite a new and thrilling experience. It took nearly a minute for Dante to finally be fully inside and both of you were already on edge. You reached up for Dante’s head, pulling him down for a kiss. Your legs rested on the outsides of his hips, allowing him to bend down fully to kiss you. The kisses were slow, loud, sloppy kisses; both of you were a mess.
Dante sat back up, holding you around your thighs, and ever-so-slightly pulled back then pushed back inside. He continued these small careful movements for some time.
“More, please, Dante,” you spoke between heavy breaths, “I don’t want you to hold back,” you flashed him a warm sultry smile, “Do whatever you want with me, Daddy~” You added a playful wink to the end and laughed as his eyes went wide with embarrassment.
Your laughter quickly died down when you felt him quickly pull out over half his length and jab it right back in eliciting you to let out a loud unfiltered moan, “Do whatever I want, huh?” He gave you a dark full-teeth smile, you felt your stomach drop in a fearful arousal type of way.
Dante pulled out almost the whole way and, once again, slammed right back inside. You let out another sharp moan and arched your back at the feeling. The red devil repeated this action until all you could hear in the shop was his balls hitting your ass and you spouting out random jibberish; singing the devil’s praises.
You went to jack yourself off but were stopped by Dante’s hand grabbing your wrist. Without slowing down, Dante leaned down and looked you dead in the eye, “You only get to cum when I say you can, babe.”
“What~Ah~!”
Dante yanked you up to sit on his lap, making hard deep hard jackrabbit thrusts right into your prostate. As he did that, he also had begun to bite over your skin again and his hands hand found their way to your ass; groping it hard. You wrapped your arms around him and held on to him, leaving deep scratches on his upper back. His lips met with yours again for more sloppy wet kisses, his hands slowly traveled to underneath your thighs.
In one swift motion, he had both of you up off the bed and you pushed against his wall. His thrusts had slowed to a moderate pace but were still short, only pulling out two or three inches. You decided to give him a taste of his own medicine and bit down on his shoulder. Dante let out a loud sharp unfiltered moan and his fingers dug into your skin, clawing into your thighs.
Once you felt the mark was deep enough, you placed a few more; making sure to mar up each side, and with each bite, you got another frantic moan. You leaned back to admire your work and felt him start making longer, more drawn-out movements, purposefully teasing.
Now resting his head against the side of your neck, he placed a few kisses, “I don’t remember saying you could bite me, babe.”
“Whatcha gonna do about it, hm?”
Dante pulled out of you and the next thing you knew you were being pushed face down into the floor, his hand grasping the back of your head tightly. He re-inserted himself inside you and began to fuck you even harder than before; pulling out to the very tip and slamming into you. Using his other hand, he took one of your arms and held it behind you, pinning it to your back. Your free hand was stretched in front of you and you were gripping the floor with your fingertips, desperately trying to ground yourself.
Admittedly, you were on cloud nine as you felt him continuously re-penetrate your hole. Your legs felt weak and you began to, unknowingly, drop your hips down; which caught Dante’s attention. The red devil pulled himself back out and took you to the bed, laying you face up. He remained on his feet and re-inserted himself, then yanked your legs up and over his shoulders. All you could do was grip the bedding tightly and continue to babble random moaning phrases to him, egging him on further.
This pose didn’t last long, Dante removed your legs and leaned down to you. He gave you a long impassioned kiss before resting his forehead against your chest. One of his hands grabbed yours, intertwining your fingers, and the other found purchase on your cock. With each jab inwards, he jerked your dick in rhythm with his hips. Your free hand gripped his hair, holding him into your chest.
Dante’s voice was ragged and low, almost desperate sounding, “I don’t know how much longer I…”
“Cum inside me, Dante,” you didn’t even need to hear the rest, you knew that he wanted to know what to do.
He moved his head to rest between your neck and shoulder then picked up his pace tenfold, in both his hips and his hand. Your body arched tightly against his and your fingers clasped even tighter around his hand and his hair. It only took a few more short sharp jabs for him to reach his climax, spilling himself deep inside you. Dante’s teeth sunk deep into your skin, breaking it once again, and creating a vice grip on you.
The hot feeling from his cum quickly spread throughout your body as his pace around your cock sped up, the combination of the two soon brought you to your own peak, “Fuck, Dante~!” Your voice was loud and semi-whiney and you pushed your head against his.
A gentle purr could be heard from him at the sound of your orgasm, despite him still having his teeth sunk into you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair and felt as if you were going to cry. The two of you laid connected for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of being so close.
Dante carefully removed his bite, making you let out a hiss in pain, and released your hand from his. He leaned up and gently removed his cock from your body, making a shiver run up your spine. With a happy content huff, he relaxed back down on you and propped himself up by resting his forearms on your chest. A warm smile and half-lidded eyes adorned his face as he placed a soft innocent kiss on your cheek and then rested his chest on his arms, staring at you.
Your hands slowly ran up his biceps and rested on his shoulders, mimicking his smile with one of your own. As you thumbed over his skin, you couldn’t help but think about how much you truly cared about Dante. Wandering thoughts devolved to the memories of coming home to a near-dead Dante laying on the bathroom floor; which only further darkened to the idea that it could always happen and, someday, you might not make it home in time to--
“Hey,” Dante’s soft voice pulled you from your thoughts. His smile was gone and his brow was creased, “What’s wrong?”
A tremble found its way to your lips as you stared at him and you realized that you had several tears running down your face. Unable to spit out what you were thinking, you spoke with a small crack in your voice, “Can you come closer?”
He gave you a small sweet smile with a happy huff, “Here.”
Dante stood up, picked you up, and placed you on the bed--laying you the correct way. The red devil then slid onto the bed next to you, placing his head on your chest. He laid with his body half on top of you and wrapped his arms around your middle, allowing you to do the same. Although you typically would’ve immediately gone to wash up after such a strenuous event, you couldn’t bring yourself to let go of him. A loud robust purring filled the room as both of you relished in the feeling of holding one another.
You placed a soft long kiss against the top of his head, lingering against him for some time before whispering sweetly against his disheveled hair, “I love you, Dante; you know that, right?”
The red devil turned his head to look at you better and placed a soft kiss against your lips, “I love you too babe,” he placed his head back on your chest, nuzzling into your hard, his arms wrapping tighter around you, “So damned much.”
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;skfajfjlkdsjafkldj this wasn’t supposed to be this long--it’s 22 pages in docs; how the fuck--
This was supposed to be a short Dante smut fic, what happened lmaooo
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Quick thing: If you are curious as to why I think a younger Dante would have issues with how he looks; it is because it reminds him of Vergil (Vergil has the same issue when his hair is down, thinking he looks like his brother--I mean, they are twins after all).
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You know, I have written quite a bit of smut, right? So you’d think that I would stop laughing and getting embarrassed over writing words like “nipple” or “balls” but no, I fucking still giggle to myself like a fucking idiot when I write those words like… wtf is wrong with me smh
Like I sit here typing one letter at a time all flustered when writing those two words specifically even though I just wrote about Dante fingerings the reader or like the reader linking Dante’s pre-cum like wtf is wrong with me lmaooo
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i'm imagining all these yandere friends living in the same house which got me wondering.. what would their rooms look like? and does their MC live with them too
Ezra: The ever so edgy brat has an all black bedroom. His bed has a full canopy with black-out curtains and like 70 pillows. He has a drafting table and a huge bookshelf full of partially made miniatures for Eliana. Very tidy! Ezra would adore it if Sugar lived with them <3
Krow: Art. Art everywhere. It'd look more like a studio than a proper bedroom. Easels, paintings, tables with all kinds of art supplies, some work in progress sculpture being done. It may come as a surprise but he keeps it pretty tidy and organized. He would decorate it with whatever Dove decides to give him, his bed is pretty modest. But if Dove and him are in a relationship he would see to upgrade to a queen at least. :3
Ren: Constantly has the lights off and the AC going in his room, but it's purely for cooling down his laptop, 4 monitors, PC console and twin computer servers. And despite the amount of tech everywhere, his cable management is impeccable. Ren has a few horror/slasher movie posters on his wall, along with a large bed covered with a few 'Attack on Giant' plushies. If Angel wanted to live with him instead, he'd be more than willing take it all down and let them choose what decorations they'd like! ^^;
River lots of band posters and vinyl covers on the wall, random drumsticks laying about, and a bunch of workout equipment stored in a corner. River might be the messiest out of the bunch, but that's only because he forgets to make his bed every morning and bring out his empty sports drinks. he'd pass away on the spot if Bunny wanted to live with him, but he'd definitely rearrange his entire room so that it's more convenient for them and their preferences.
Eddie: A minimalistic room where the color theme is dark and basic, and everything is extremely spotless. Neat and ironed black bedsheets with grey and white fluffed pillows, dark wood and marble furnitures polished. The only personality this room has is pictures of his family on the wall and tables. It’s also extremely cold. MC would have to be in a relationship with him to move in with him and he wouldn’t mind letting them bring some stuff to personalize the room but only a corner until they can prove they’ll help clean their area.
Diva: Never has her actual light on so her room is always lit with led lights and neon signs. A huge magenta pink star shaped bed in the middle with pink ad black animal print sheets and star pillows to match (decorated with a ton of Sanrio and aquatic animal plushies)She has a gaming setup with 3 monitors and a classic pink gaming chair with the expensive gaming keyboard and mouse. Her room is usually a little messy with clothes strewn around the room and posters/photos around the walls. Diva would be ecstatic if MC wanted to live with her! But uh,,, there’s not much space for them to decorate ^^
Fone: probably something very cutesy, lots of animal plushies and fairy lights in his room so he always have his lights off. his bed is in the corner cause he's afraid of ghost and the room is big enough so that mallow has enough space for himself in the corner along with his electric guitar. he has a small table next to him that is brimmed with snacks and drinks and a shelf on top of said table filled with felt dolls he had made of his friends. it should gives you a comfy vibe... if it weren't for the 24/7 ac and mountain and mountain of unwashed clothes at the end corner of his bed smh
Illow: while they know ren can afford the ridiculous high amount of rent, they're still a very power-saving kind of person so based on the lights on their room alone you should know what they're doing. they're more goth-like with their true selves so their room is very dark, not all black like ezra but a more aesthetic pastel-muted type (think of asexual flag colors), they even have a giant kuromi plush right besides their bed. Have a few posters up on their wall, they're more for aesthetic purposes so if you asked them which potter house they belong to they won't know what you're talking about, they also have a lot of game consoles lying around, all of which are new models cause they're a collector.
Theo: His room looks… normal, pretty much. Other than, of course, his closet filled with pictures of his love… his decorations consist of movie and band posters and framed pictures of him and his friends. If his love lived with him… well, that’d be a dream come true, wouldn’t it? He’d constantly try and keep his room clean, just in case his love decided to poke their head in.
#💔 - Restart Heart#🔪 - About Ezra#🐁 - About Fone#🧸 - About Illow#14 Days With You#Ren#unsent memories#River#The Krow's Nest#Krow#Bared Teeth#character: theo#Honey Hotline#Your Comfort Pillow#Hot Killer Babes#Eddie#Diva#Queue
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Not Today Satan
First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU
(Requested by 21 can you do sum for meeee @hoodharlow)
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claybornharlow: happy anniversary to my wifey y/ninsta
Love you 💕
jackharlow: YOU BETTER DELETE THIS SHIT NEOW
claybornharlow: jackharlow no. I deserve to live in my truth 😌
saweetie: not baby brother being messy as hell lmaoooo
danivalentine: CLAYBORN!
urbanwyatt: lemme get my phone ready to call 911
y/ninsta: happy anniversary my favorite Harlow child! look at us! me and my little baby!
jackharlow: y/ninsta I will return EVERYTHING
y/ninsta: jackharlow no you won't because you a simp
sza: jackharlow wifey calling your ass out lmao
druski2funny: I mean, should I go make an anniversary post at this point too?
jackharlow: druski2funny I know where you live. don't do it.
normani: aww so cute!
jackharlow: normani no! not cute at all!
mortirolo: I'm actually not mad at this
jackharlow: NICOLE PLEASE FOR ONCE JUST PLEASE
mortirolo: jackharlow fine you're no fun. ahem! clayyyyy! cut the shit! (even if it is funny)
jackharlow: never mind 🙄
2forwoyne: lmaoooo aye yo
jackharlow: and he does this shit because if I threaten him, y/ninsta will have my ass smh
y/ninsta: jackharlow you damn right. you better not go near my little baby.
jackharlow: y/ninsta choose me, love me!
saweetie: jackharlow lmaoooo not grey's anatomy I'm screaming
softtcurse: I'm third in line for her hand in marriage. I'm ready.
urbanwyatt: softtcurse next time imma leave your ass outside when you knock on the door
y/ninsta: urbanwyatt leave my girl outside, and I'm putting your weed in my bra again
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dualipa: look at my wife. she a baddie isn't she? Happy anniversary boo! Wishing and hoping for many more!
jackharlow: WHY THE FUCK DO YALL INSIST ON STRESSING ME THE FUCK OUT!? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?
claybornharlow: my anniversary post was better smh
dualipa: claybornharlow don't get your ass beat
jackharlowsource: lmaoooo first clay and now dua. jack about to be bald by 2027
urbandjack24: one thing about ms. dua is that she's persistant lmaoo
dualipa: jackharlow and you know what this is. I call it like I see it. MY WIFE.
jackharlow: dualipa imma whoop your ass
dualipa: jackharlow I'd like to see you try
y/ninsta: CHILDREN! STOP IT! and dualipa happy anniversary!
jackharlow: y/ninsta why are you encouraging this?
y/ninsta: jackharlow I'm bored
jackharlow: y/ninsta I am literally sitting right next to you
y/ninsta: jackharlow okay? I've been staring at you all day.
jackharlow: y/ninsta correction I've been in your guts all day
urbanwyatt: NO. FULL STOP.
sza: lmaooo here they horny asses go
dualipa: y/ninsta and I wasn't invited?
jackharlow: dualipa it's almost 2023 and imma need for you to find past times that do not involve trying to get at my wife
dualipa: jackharlow I saw her first
jackharlow: dualipa I FIRST SAW HER WHEN I WAS FOURTEEN
dualipa: jackharlow I have eyes everywhere
y/ninsta: jackharlow I want you to park that big mac truck right in this little garage!
jackharlow: y/ninsta oh so now you want me?
y/ninsta: jackharlow I always do, now get your ass over here
jackharlow: 🏃♂️🏃♂️🏃♂️🏃♂️
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popcrave: happy anniversary to one of our favorite couples! jackharlow and y/ninsta are celebrating five years today! 🥰
jackharlow: damn my baby fine 😍😍😍
y/ninsta: jackharlow stop it! 🙈
jackharlow: y/ninsta nope, not a chance
anitta: oh lmaoooo okay then
jackharlow: anitta you got something you want to share?
danivalentine: OH SHIT
shloob_: anitta ABORT MISSION
saweetie: let me get my popcorn
anitta: jackharlow oh you know there's plenty but I'll be quiet for now
jackharlow: anitta not today satan. stop being fucking disrespectful towards her because you've done that shit one time too many. my wife already kicked your ass once and she has no hesitations to do it again. how did them floorboards taste?
mortirolo: GOT DAMN JACK I'D NEVER THOUGHT I'D SEE THE DAY
lilnasx: OH MY FUCKING SHIT 😲
urbanwyatt: well damn
jackharlowsource: allthingsy/n GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW AND LOOK AT THIS
allthingsy/n: FUCKING RIGHT JACK! TELL HER!!!!!
2forwoyne: I can't fucking breathe, I'm laughing so hard 😭
druski2funny: lmaoooo I taught jackharlow well
saweetie: jackharlow READ THAT BITCH FOR FILTH! READ HER!
quiiso: well shit
jackharlow: anitta and instead of worrying about us and creating this fantasy in your mind that I want you because I definitely DO NOT, only dresses I'm taking off are on my wife's body. do me a favor and worry about how your tracks came out a little too easily when she got her hands on you. talked all that shit and was the first one on the floor.
theestallion: damn, Jack ain't playing
jackharlow: anitta and another thing, my wife has more talent in her pinky finger than you do in your entire body so I'm going to need for you to focus on that instead of how you're always going to come second place to her. she wins, you lose. bye now. have a good day.
urbanwyatt: you gotta do a mic drop after that one
y/ninsta: THAT'S MY MAN AND IMMA STICK BESIDE HIM 🥰
y/ninsta: anitta damn babes, he came for the throat huh?
yungskylark: oh my word
y/ninsta: jackharlow I knew that violence was going to rub off sooner or later but GOT DAMN YOU GOT ME HOT. PLEASE COME TAKE CARE OF THIS NEOW 😭😭😭
jackharlow: y/ninsta say less 🏃♂️🏃♂️
jackharlow: and let this be a fucking lesson to yall. don't come for my wife. EVER.
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Posting this since the other one is taking to long because I've been procrastinating on it 😭 but I think this one is just the cutest thing but it also is kind of all over the place since idk what to write
Tom x F! Reader
T - tom
B - bill
Ge - georg
Gu - Gustav
Y - you
I - interviewer (maybe A for Ashley)
You and the band were on the tour bus about to go to an interview after a few minutes you guys got to the station and went inside got everything set up it was the interviewer lady she was blond, big boobs really trying to show off for someone probably tom so you just had to roll ur eye when you saw so then bill sat and then tom in the middle and then you at then georg and Gustav couldn't come since they were busy Georg seeing his Girlfriend and family Gustav seeing his family also. The live tv thing started and so the lady started talking.
A - Hello everybody! today we have the band tokio hotel! How are you guys?
The people in the crowd screamed and cheered
B - were good
After a few minutes of getting to know each other and settling down and stuff asking questions like "why did the band start" "when it started" blah blah blah. And then she started asking more personal I guess questions?
A - "Okay umm a few more and then the fans will ask okay, first tom is it true just on the first night you had 4 girls in your room?"
Tom looks down kind of sad you noticed and put your hand on his back whispering to him
Y - "hey Tom it will be over soon I promise and then we can go get you a new hat yeah? And some strawberries?"
Tom nodded his head at you the interviewer looked a bit jealous so she fixed her top so her boobs were like spilling out of her Tom you just looked away holding in a giggle you took at deep breath and looked back at the interviewer with a "🤨" look but she ignored you just asking the boys questions making them clearly uncomfortable. You wanted to butt in so bad but didn't want to make a scene so when she was talking to bill you tapped Tom on the shoulder handing him a slip of paper "this lady is annoying smh and she's clearly into you, I actually want to throw water on her bruh".
Tom let out a chuckle messing with his lip piercing and looking to you while nodding his head and passing bill the note.
After a while the interview was over and all 3 of you walked out laughing ur asses off at the note because you all added something to it somehow not getting caught just clowning on the lady trying to get the boys attention especially tom. Suddenly you hear a door open and fast footsteps and tom feels someone grab his shoulder all 3 of you turned around with a "huh" it was the interviewer
A - "tom wait! I was um wondering.. Maybe you would like to-"
Tom cut her off clearly not interested you were a little surprised since he would have usually jumped at the chance to hook up with a blondy with big boobs
T - "no I'm really sorry but i already have my eyes on someone"
You and bill looked at him with a shocked and confused look you guys knew he was gonna turn her down but didn't know he had his eyes on someone already??
A - "O-oh I understand"
She said that and walked away her head hung low
Y + B - "TOM YOU LIKE SOMEONE?!"
T - "yeah? I've liked her since we were little I'm surprised you guys didn't know, now can we please go to the store y/n promised me a new hat and I want her to keep that promise!"
Y - "I forgot I promised that, okay whatever let's go"
B - "we should get food after I'm getting pretty hungry"
Y - "yeah me too"
T - "yeah"
You guys all went to the store getting Tom his hat, you got a necklace or something, and bill got a belt and after that you guys went out to eat and after that you guys went back to the hotel you guys were staying in.
Bill had gone to sleep and you were standing on the balcony the wind blowing in ur hair the sunset lighting up ur eyes ur skiing glowing you looked stunning.. Tom came out and stood behind you holding ur waist resting his chin on your shoulder leaning his head in the crook of ur neck
T - "what is a pretty lady like ur self doing all alone out here"
Y - "Tom what are you doing goofy?"
T - "you know how I said I liked someone for a while now? Well.. I thought I might tell you who it is if you haven't figured it out by now"
You had a pretty good guess but you wanted him to say it from his own 2 lips
Y - "are you gonna tell me silly?"
T - "okay maybe it's a little silly but I think ill show you instead"
With that he spins you around to look at him pulling you in closer by ur waist and leaning his head down to kiss you softly and passionately in the sunset full of love everything was just perfect..
#bill kaulitz#tom kaulitz#georg listing#gustav schäfer#tokio hotel#bill kaulitz smut#tom kaulitz smut#tom kaulitz x reader#bill kaulitz x reader#tokio hotel x reader#bill kaulitz fluff#bill kaulitz imagines#bill kaulitz fanfic#tom kaulitz fluff#tom kaulitz fanfic#georg listing fluff#georg listing smut#gustav schafer fluff#gustav schafer x reader#gustav schafer smut#gustavo#early 2000s#2000s#2000s emo#2000s nostalgia#tokio hotel fluff#tokio hotel smut#tokio hotel fanfic
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TVD - s3 ep14
"Dangerous Liaisons"
First of all, I knew there was something up with Esther! I knew it! How was Elijah the only one who noticed something was off? Like...when he points it out to Rebekah she's dismissive and basically tells Elijah to stop being paranoid. And ofc my man was right as he always is. If I was a Mikaelson I would trust Elijah's instincts, but hey that's just me.
Why was Finn so willing to die? I mean I get it, he didn't ask to be a vampire (none of them did, obv) but you're really ok with dying and all your siblings dying...damn! 😭And Esther, I'm sorry you're such a hypocrite - them becoming vampires was all your fault! and once you saw what they turned into and all the negative side effects you have the gall and the audacity to be horrified...like babe, you were repeatedly told "Don't do this, it's dark magic, don't do it, it goes against nature" and you still did it.
You and your horrible husband literally murdered your own children, you put some dark magic on them (you didn't even know what it was gonna do to them) and then act all surprised when it turns out doing blood magic on someone is probably gonna have a negative influence on the person.
before season 3 I always asked myself (because I knew certain things about the story before watching the show) "After Henrik died, why didn't they just leave?" then Elena asked Rebekah that exact question in Ep 8 I think and Rebekah said "because of our father's pride" (something like that). So Esther and her crusty husband would rather choose to use blood magic on their children instead of just leaving the village and going somewhere else...like, what? 💀💀
If I was an Original, yeah I would also be pissed at my parents. Like you killed me (just for that - wtf, they are literally your children!?), turned me into a bloodsucking monster without my consent when you had the option of leaving, but no, daddy's pride is more important than our safety...I would continue living just to spite you, like ma'am, you don't get a say in my life anymore, not after literally conspiring to murder me and my siblings with our crazy, abusive father. You can both rot in hell!
Love Kol! Love him! He's so sassy and he is a menace ugh love him and he's really cute! 😊😊
(side note, but all of the Mikaelson brothers have nice voices, yes even Finn, I didn't think he would have such a nice voice. guess I'm just a sucker for a man with a nice voice lol)
7. ok, don't crucify me but I didn't really like Caroline's ball dress. It looked cheap and I didn't like the jewels thing on her waist. I liked Elena's dress more. I think Rebekah had the best dress, actually.
Also why exactly was Caroline there? Because Klaus had a thing for her? But why? Why was he so interested in her? Also isn't she still with Tyler at this point? And Klaus knows she's still with Tyler. Would she have gone to the ball if Tyler was in town? At the end of the night, she ends up arguing with Klaus and calls him out on his behavior (as she should) so... I really don't understand how she ends up with him. Throughout the entire third season, she kept on saying "Eww Klaus, he's so bad and creepy, ew!" but I know they're gonna be a thing in s4...so I guess I'll just have to continue watching?
Like, I'm sorry to any Klaroline shipper if they see this, but wasn't Klaus the reason why she was bitten? Klaus told Tyler to bite Caroline and then when she's on her deathbed he's like omg let me help Caroline...girl you are the reason she's dying, smh. And that's how they start their relationship..ok 🙄
I think that's enough, if you read this far, thank you ❤❤❤
#tvdu#the vampire diaries#vampire diaries#the mikaelsons#klaus mikaelson#rebekah mikaelson#elijah mikaelson#finn mikaelson#kol mikaelson#esther#elena gilbert#caroline forbes#tvd season 3#tyler lockwood#the originals#tvd 3x14#anti klaroline
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Out of curiosity I watched the video showing Adam and Ghira and oh my god y'all were right. This man really did just stand there with his arms up while him and other faunus are being SHOT AT 'Pls stop we're harmless :((((' and then has the flat out audacity to get mad at Adam for saving their lives. What were your plans if someone died, Ghira??? This guy sucks and I don't blame Adam for losing all respect for him.
no like what was that moment meant to serve for ghira? because adam was in the right. i know the show loathes to actually let the man have a point but adam was shot at, alongside other vulnerable faunus!, by a human supremacist & when he reacted in turn to defend himself: ghira admonishes him! like! ghira got hurt but adam is in the wrong for taking out the threat? what kinda fuck shit is that.
it's frustrating because before this, adam was fighting non-lethally. after being shot at repeatedly before that & with sienna's permission to do so.
ignore long adam okay there's nothing i can do about him smh.
but his attacks are mostly to knock them out via kicks / slams & his sword remains sheathed up, while getting shot at by supremacists, up until the human supremacist is shooting at ghira who has no aura. it is a last resort & one that i would not object to being the first when he, again, is being shot at with other faunus! considering this entire context with adam having been a former child slave, he is in no way for the wrong in this & i hate that it's ghira & later blake who are admonishing him for this action when they face none of the danger & the latter is a privileged, protected princess amongst her own people.
like is the point here from crwby that in the face of racialized violence, you shouldn't fight back or you're as bad as your aggressor? oh wait.
god i miss sienna.
& as an extra, fuck blake for this little comment she has about it. i know they used this moment to reinforce adam's "emotional abuse" of blake but in context: girl. you are one of the most privileged of your people alongside your father, were protected all your life as an island princess, meanwhile you're saying this to a former child slave.
"this isn't the first time humans have died" maybe they should stop? attacking the faunus? if this was the moment they wanted to show adam as in the wrong, then maybe they should've actually had him be in the wrong instead of showing their full white comfort, centrist ideals on display.
#rwby#rwde#ghira belladonna#blake belladonna#adam taurus#sienna khan#ais.txt#answered#like. gOD.#i need rwby to stop being so painfully white comfort
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