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"I'm an evil scientist. What did you expect?" ask/RP blog for Cross, a fandomless OC run by gio, follows back as infernalpursuit theme graphic by cindersalad

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               THIS WORLD IS FILLED WITH LIGHT,                    IF ONLY YOU CHOOSE TO SEE

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MOVING

[yall might want to go check @wakingwxrld, im gonna move cross there soon! ;>]

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Cross is so cute aaaaa ( ≧Д≦)

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@diagnxsis / oh, shut up (cont.)

Donnie doesn’t answer at first if not with a long, tired sigh. Its sound is choked in the scientist’s clothes, so much that the medic isn’t sure the other could have heard him. Not that he cares. The reply to that would probably be a sarcastic comment.

He usually replies with a sarcastic comment as well. But today… God. Today it’s so hard…

         « … you’re supposed to hug back, dumbass. » he scolds under his breath (if that could be defined a scolding, that’s for sure), closing tighter his arms around the scientist’s body.

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...worrisome. Concerning, absolutely. But still quite cute in its way.

“Yes, sir.” he answers eventually, sounding as serious as he can and finally returning that goddamned hug, not putting all his strenght into it just because he knows he’d end up making the situation worse. Curse you, stronger body.

“...do you need to talk it out, or-”

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"Hey, motherfucker. Turn around and don't try to move away.". And as soon as Cross will face him, Donnie simply... plops on him, and silently hug him, hiding the face in his shoulder. / auuponle, from donnie~

...oh.Aw.When he heard Donnie’s voice at first he genuinely expected for him to draw a gun and shoot him dead, and instead he goes for a hug.

Cute.

“...are you looking for the best spot to stab me or you’re just happy to see me.”

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the laboratory is all fine, if not for a little corner of it. some chemicals are scattered on the ground, and firetruck is sitting beside it, chuckling as he watches it burn in small yet lively green flames. he is keeping them under control, at least. for now. / auuponle, from firetruck. :3c

@auuponle

Oh, yes. It’s very fun.

Immensly fun and joyful oh boy.

And that’s why a completely, utterly panicked Cross rushed back to the lab as soon as the fire alarm started echoing in his house, sure that there was only one reason if that happened.He should’ve learned, by now, that it isn’t exactly smart to leave Firetruck and a bunch of chemicals in the same room.

“Oh for f--” he mutters under his breathe, barely refraining himself from cursing his lungs out as he got closer to Firetruck, mostly to assure himself the poor guy didn’t get hurt “Come on, kiddo! I asked you to stay still just for a minute--”

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“Sexism, possible transphobia and now slutshaming.”

“We’re reaching the pinnacle of human stupidity.”

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I mean it in the way that she isn't behaving like a lady. She is insulting Donnie after all!

“Anyone who indentifies as lady acts like a lady.Again, don’t be fuckin’ sexist.”

“As for Donnie, come on.We all know he deserves it.”

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Eh Cross? I think that woman is far from being a lady...

“Don’t be sexist you son of a bitch”

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“...that’s not how you talk to a lady, you idiot.”

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Do you believe in magic, Cross? And no, I don't mean that fake magic you can see on tv or read in dumb books about. I mean real REAL magic!

“Eh. To an extend.”

“It’s something cute to think about, but I didn’t have any proof it exists yet.”

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Cross, what would you do if someone killed Donnie? >:3c

“…implying someone other than Donnie himself could be able to kill him.” he groans a little, tiredly rubbing his eyes.“Many tried already. I bet he told me about… half of them, and I’m being optimistic here. So far nobody succeeded.

This said, however.”

And his tone gets lower - darker, so different from his usual, slow one, sure and, somehow, almost scary.

“I owe him my life.If someone managed to kill him, I’m going to find out and make them pay for that. Slowly. That’s the least I could do.”

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Whoa! You are such an evil genius, Cross!!! I bet you even eat a bowl of nails in the morning! AND THAT WITHOUT MILK!

“I’m an evil scientist, not stupid buddy.”

“Of course I’ll at least add milk.”

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-LE GASP- WHAT? Eating cookie dough WITHOUT baking it first?!? You are truly EVIL!!! (゜Д゜;)

“Sometimes I even go in game sites without asking an adult first.”

“Truly a mastermind.”

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So Cross, what kind of evil scientist stuff do you do?

“Oh, you know.

Making research. Robbing banks. Shoplifting cookie dough and eating it without even cooking it first because you’re using your oven to cook up drugs.”

“The usual.”

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mcmentics:

Who knows what Donnie would have said if he knew that Cross finds him cute when he acts like a stubborn piece of shit. Which, by the way, is his usual behavior. God, how fucked up was it that he had this thought about him?… honestly, how fucked up was all that situation? They surely aren’t the first couple that “celebrate” Valentine’s Day by… doing things, but they? They are probably the most diametrically opposite thing to a couple. The only thing that makes them something similar to it is that they are two, and they haven’t even always be the two of them. Once there was…

… ahh, fuck.

Donnie has to bite his lower lip with particular strenght to avoid letting her name to slip from the tongue. He doesn’t want to ruin everything, not this time. He doesn’t want to think for once. He doesn’t want to be sad for once…

A deep breath leaves his lips as Cross gives him a little break, taking him up to change “location”. Donnie’s hands join behind the other’s neck, keeping up his own light weight while the head rests for a bit on his shoulder, eyes opening a bit to look where exactly he is bringing him. Honestly, he expected him to be the usual rude ass and slam him on the labs’ table - which he was happy to see he wasn’t going to be, the table both hurts like hell most of the times and… Cross sometimes scare him in those moments. When he’s not totally himself, and the kindness - the little that they have for each other - is completely gone. But this time he had chosen another location, and when Donnie realizes what it is… he has to admit, he has a hard time refraining a little laugh as well. A hint of a smile even dares to appear on the lips, for a fraction of a moment.

« Oh my fucking God. Are you serious? »

… which though doesn’t mean he’s going to be nicer about it. Seriously, now? The bedroom? Like an old married couple? What is this return to the origins - nostalgia? He wanted to tease him a bit, but he is thrown on the bed before managing to do it. Ah, yes, the usual rude ass, there he is. Now he recognizes him. He fixes his position to a comfortable one - the bed is soft, but ouch, his back -, eyeing at Cross as he returns to speak.

« “Tired of keeping me up”? » he can’t but repeat, a bit amused by that choice of words despite being unable to actually show it. « How old are you? I’m so light a child can pick me up. » … which is quite a problem, actually. His eyes stare back in Cross’ ones, as he feels his hand near the lips, and such a small contact is already enough to make him feel… a little better again. He can feel the thoughts of before getting further, and a little more calmness in his mind. … a pity for that “suave smile” though.

« What is it, you’re having a colic? » he jokes - incredible, he’s also joking today! -, but then Cross leans again towards him, and he runs out of words. It takes him just to feel the contact of his lips to rapidly revert to the state of just a minute before. Weak, and at his mercy. Like a fucking doll.

First their lips meet, and any sound is suffocated in a kiss that, Donnie immediately realizes, it is given with more passion. That asshole changed the playground, and now is changing all the game’s rules too. The medic is almost tempted to push him away, but he realizes that his own arms aren’t responding anymore. His whole body, for the matter. It just wanted to feel that contact again, to keep it going and just enjoy that damned moment, instead of pretending any of that is pleasing. And…

… a-and fuck it. He wanted it too.

As his back presses on the mattress and the sheets of the bed, and Cross’ body gently keeping him down while his lips move once again for the neck, Donnie’s eyes close by himself and a bit of red appears on his cheeks - and that slight blush is generally the maximum one can have from him. He bites again his lower lip by instinct, hands grasping one another behind Cross’ neck, and his legs gently moving on the bed, dragged by that sensation that was invading his whole body. The heart beating strong in the chest, the breath heavy…

« … mh… nnhh… »

No, not yet…! he wants to say, but words are just stuck in his throat, unable to go down nor up, letting out just those little sounds that Cross was looking for - he knows he was waiting just for them. He attempts to swallow the words back down - and as the only result, he finds himself parting his lips, looking for the air is heart is begging him to breathe in, and being unable to close them again. His breaths are fast, carrying with them little sounds of pure pleasure that he can no longer control nor hide in any way. One of his hands clench on the scientist’s coat, while the other gently grasps his hair once again - and Donnie’s thoughts go in just one direction as he finally admits to himself, with pleasure masked as annoyance:

There, Cross, good job. You won.

A fucking doll? Heh. Is that supposed to be taken in more than one way?

Cross’ lips form a tiny smile as the other returns the kiss once more, sliding a hand on his neck until it reached his back as slowly as it could, fingertips tenderly caressing Donnie’s skin. He had free access to that spot only so many times, might as well use one of those chances properly.

Especially since his little experiment was giving way better results than he could expect, now that Donnie finally allows himself to relax. The scientists presses his chest against the other’s, slowly making him lie down and moving a leg between his tights as his lips moved down once more, towards the neck once again, kissing and nibbling with more and more passion.

He can hear clearly the muffled moans and heavy breathing coming from the doctor, once again unable to refrain a tiny smile as soon as they got a little louder.

Indeed, he won. Success.

Now, he could be an asshole and leave him hanging, now. That would’ve been the ultimate dick move.

Iroincally enough.

However...  ...well, Donnie wasn’t the only one who really wanted to have some fun, today.  The free hand reached for the other’s shirt, opening it slowly as he finally moved away his lips from his neck to get a little lower, reaching for the collarbone, then his chest, fingers slowly going lower, towards his belly, and-

“...oh, shit.” 

How romantic. Cross lifted himself a little, his index reaching for his ribs.

“Dude... ever heard of eating? You’re thinner than last time...”

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mcmentics:

Hearing Cross’ pride in that chuckle causes inevitable annoyance in Donnie, despite it’s a particular kind this time. It’s the kind of annoyance he proves when he knows his weak points has been touched and he’s not completely in the position to “return the favor”. It’s the kind of annoyance he feels when Cross does it. When he realizes he’s being submissive and can’t regain control of the situation. The kind of annoyance that only proves his excitement. And Cross knows it. Both of them know he does.

He gazes down at him as he speaks, that double-faced annoyance showing itself even more while he has to take a deep breath before talking, to avoid any undesired moan to leave his lips together with words.

« Oh, shut- » he barely manages to murmur, just to be interrupted by the contact of the other’s lips on his own. He lets the sentence fade, while the kiss slowly return down on the neck, and he feels his eyes closing by themselves, and the body slowly abandoning itself to the other. One arm slides on the scientist’s shoulder, to help himself to keep standing despite the legs are weaker and weaker, while the other hand lifts from the lab coat and slowly reaches Cross’ hair. Fingers caress them gently for a couple of seconds, before beginning to close around them, both driven by other desire to grab something… and knowledge. They’re doing this from too much time to don’t know each other’s weak points - and since he doesn’t want to use the freaking wax, pulling gently the other’s hair will do the trick as well.

And while he does it, he finds himself biting again his lower lip, his breath shorter and shorter and yet, for some reason, attempting to keep his mouth close, and the moans just distant and fade. He himself doesn’t know why he doesn’t want to show how much he’s liking - he’s loving - it. Probably for that very pride that annoys him so much, probably it’s just a game. Maybe he wants to alter the results of Cross’ “experiment”. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t care. Again, he’s been waiting all fucking day for this.

So keep it in, he keeps repeating to himself, don’t let it out just yet. The reason isn’t important. Make him work for this moment. His moans are already strong, but he knows what level Cross is looking for. The one where Donnie will just begin to talk in the sorry attempt to cover them - failing. But he’s not letting him have it so easily. Despite he’s feeling so numb to be easily taken up and brought anywhere without him being much able to do something, as already stated… Cross will have to work for it a little more.

Donnie is really doing his best to keep up with that little act of his. Always above everyone, always the guy who doesn’t get taken by his feelings, let alone excitement.

As if the didn’t know well that Cross was quite aware of that little weak point of his. He could feel him fall against him, completely at his mercy - why keep everything in?

Once again, that’s cute. Annoyingly stubborn, granted, but quite cute neverthless.

One of his arms moved away from the other’s hips, reaching for his back to be sure he wouldn’t lose balance to keep him a little closer, chest against chest, grabbing for Donnie’s shirt as soon as he went for his hair, breaking the kiss just to let out a sudden, surprised moan.

Just before chuckling, sincerely delighted of that reaction.

The experiment is going just great. Might as well take it to step two.

“...all right, let me just...” Cross muttered, his free hand moving under Donnie’s legs to easily move him up, carrying him bride-style - hardly keeping in a tiny laugh as he moved him towards the bedroom, completely ignoring whatever kind of insults and comments about that sudden change of scenario before...

...pretty much throwing him on the bed, without much care, as if he was a sack of potatoes. How romantic.

“Hope you don’t mind this. I was getting a little tired of keeping you up.” he excuses himself - if you could even call that an apology -, sitting in front of Donnie to once again reach for his face, a finger sliding on his lips as he showed what he hopes could seem a suave smile.

Good luck with that.

“It just seemed more approriate.” Cross concludes with a quick shrug, sliding a little closer to return to the action, trying to put a little more passion in his little kisses just to see how much Donnie could keep up with that tsundere nonsense.