Hey RENTheads! Vivi, your OC character is in here! Sorry if it's not what you wanted, you didn't give me much to go off of whilst creating your character.
If you catch the Starkid reference, I love you. And if you don't, I love you anyways because you're reading my stories! If you have an idea for a story, or a writing prompt that'd you'd like me to do something with, PM or leave a review! I'm always on the lookout for fresh one shot ideas!
Collins walked into his and Angel's apartment. He set his briefcase down and hung up his leather jacket. "Angel?" he called.
He was answered with a high-pitched scream. Collins went running through the house in a panic. "ANGEL!" he shouted. What if someone broke in? Or if she's hurt? God, what if she's… she's dying. Without me. "ANGEL! ANGEL!"
He ran into their bedroom, only to find Angel lying on the bed, watching TV. He came in breathless, and swept to her side. He pulled her into a hug. "Thank God you're okay," he said, kissing the top of her head.
Then she started laughing. Wildly. Not like, a cute giggle. A serious, honest to goodness, cannot stop laugh. "Omigod honey! I'm sorry! I'm fine, just watching a horror movie."
Collins sighed and rolled his eyes. "What movie?"
"Wolf," she replied. "It's about a girl that turns into-"
"A wolf?" Collins took a wild guess.
Angel nodded, "It's good, watch it with me?"
"Of course," he smiled, joining her on the bed. He grabbed some popcorn out of her bowl and a grin broke out on his face. It was moments like these, moments shared with Angel, that made him happiest.
Angel screamed again, hiding her face in Collins' shirt. "Oh god, is it gone?" she asked.
"Yeah," Collins laughed.
The drag queen pulled her face up, only to be greeted with the vicious wolf head adorning the screen. "Collins!" she playfully slapped him.
He laughed, "But you're just too damn cute when you're mad." Angel smiled. "What's the wolf-girl's name?" he asked her.
"Vivi," Angel replied. "Short for Vivian, I think. Maybe not. I don't know, I haven't really been paying attention to this."
"Neither have I," Collins said, looking at Angel. The anarchist looked into the drag queen's eyes, and she met his gaze. Collins ran his fingers over the bridge of her nose lightly, his fingers tucking strands of her hair behind her ear. "I love you," he said gently, pulling her lips closer to his.
"So how was work?" Angel said suddenly, pulling away from him.
Collins' brain froze for a second in confusion of what had just happened. Did she just? What the… The old switcheroo! But Collins loved that about Angel, how she could turn the tables on him.
Angel just laughed at Collins' expression, then she pulled him into a soft kiss. "Better?" she asked.
"I don't know…" Collins said playfully. "I might need more than one kiss to make up for that."
"Make up for what?" Angel smiled, feigning innocence. She toyed with the collar of his shirt, and before you could say 'supermegafoxyawesomehot,' Collins' lips were pressed up against Angel's soft, pink ones.
Still entangled in the kiss, Angel blindly groped around for the remote. Fingering it in her hands, she clicked the off button. Vivi the Wolf girl was quickly forgotten.
Review! And let me know what couples or characters you'd like some more stories on, I'd love to know what you want me to write! I usually stick to canon, btw. I love reading Marker, though I don't think I could ever write it.