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welcome. how’s it going? my name is troy ( 29 ; he/him ). welcome to megavclt, my blog for virgil hawkins of milestone comics and dc fame. my portrayal will be both canon and headcanon based. the show, comic books and some of my own ideas will all be used for influence. this blog is independent, semi-selective, and multiverse. 

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once you’ve read my rules, check out the info i’ve got posted about virgil

then, you can look at my verses to try to get an idea of how we can get our characters interacting together. 

    [ sms | virgil ] okay <3     [ sms | virgil ] well hugging your pillow’s almost the same as hugging YOU     [ sms | virgil ] but not as heavy

open to: m/f/nb plot: valencia has been taking classes with your muse, she is not subtle about what she wants one day after class (college only pls)

“professor, you really are something…special. i’ve never been so interested in studying before and i think all of it has to do with you. you do things to me that i’ve never thought…possible.” valencia leaned forward onto the other’s desk, hoping their eyes drift down to the strategically unbuttoned parts of her top, leaving just a little bit of place lace peaking out from there. “you really have to let me thank you. personally.”

She tensed a little when he took her hand, already expecting the worst. Rejection. Maybe even some pity for her. It had happened once before when she was dating that rich law student from another campus. He’d been smart too, but his version of ‘tutoring’ was different from what Virgil had given her. It had shaken her confidence, and there were times, like now, when she couldn’t help but feel that familiar, nasty, self-doubt. So, Virgil’s compromise had her blink and led to a small smile forming, relieved that the conversation was going differently. “I’d love that chance too,” she whispered. It was likely that what she was feeling was just a really strong crush and not love, genuine love, but taking that chance to see exactly what it was and whether they would work was good. No, great. “I really should stop using the l-word, huh? Okay…I’d like that chance,” Adrianna corrected herself, her smile widening a bit more.

“And…thanks. For thinking that I’m hot. But..” she paused, briefly looking away while she bit at her lower lip. “…I always thought that you were out of my league. I mean what do I have? A huge ass and tits and sexy dance moves. Not exactly assets that would get me a high-paying job. Whereas you?” She gestured up and down at him with her free hand. “You’re the smarter one between us. You’re going to go and be a bigshot engineer. Not something my ‘Anaconda’ routine could and would ever top.” Adrianna squeezed his fingers back and then glanced at the clock. Only five minutes had passed, but it felt longer and like a huge weight had been lifted off of her chest. “Sorry. Um. Yeah. You still want to go and have dinner?” She wasn’t quite sure how they would go about this now, but she was willing and planning to follow his lead.

“ what? why would you do that? you can say whatever you want. i love when you say ‘love’. “ virgil smirked for just a second as he looked towards adrianna confidently. he moved a bit closer to her for just a second as he looks into her eyes. he could tell that she was a bit mortified by this whole situation, but if things were weird it would be worse for her. so instead, he tries to keep things light and bouncy like they normally were whenever they hung out with one another. but he wasn’t going to act like it didn’t happen at all. that would be just as bad. they were supposed to be going to get some dinner together and virgil wasn’t going to change that up now. 

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Donna had been attracted to Virgil from the start, yet didn’t push for it to happen. Working and romance wasn’t exactly the best mix. As much as she enjoyed sex, as much as she wasn’t ashamed by it, it could create tension once it all went tumbling down. But sometimes, it was worth the trouble. And Virgil felt like he was the trouble. He was a good friend, a good teammate. And he just felt so good.

Of course, anyone could walk in and catch them. They weren’t subtle in the slightest. It was still a public shower for everyone to be in and they weren’t silent. but Donna just didn’t care. She was lost in the moment, enjoying every single thrust Virgil gave her. And once he came, she was pleased that he continued on fucking her. She felt good. An orgasm building up. “You’re so fucking good,” she moaned against his lips, going on for a kiss.

virgil didn’t stop because he’s always been a generous lover. it’s not just about reaching his peak. he wants to make sure that donna gets to have that same ecstasy that he felt while he was buried deep inside of her. that’s why even through his orgasm and all of the sensitivity, he continued to piston his hips towards hers, fucking her strong and deep. the sound echoing off the walls around them grew louder but virgil didn’t care. 

    “I’d say we go get some drinks. It’s late enough, it’ll be entertaining to watch people do drunk karaoke.”. celaena didn’t usually drink. maybe every now and again during undercover missions or whenever she was hanging out with bucky and sam. but unfortunately, like the super soldiers in her family, alcohol had little to no effect on her. and asgardian alcohol was hard to come by, especially since the world had been destroyed. whether virgil knew about her condition or not, she didn’t know. perhaps celaena will keep that to herself or not. 

what she did know was that she wanted to keep holding his hand, happily swinging her arm with his. her hand fit perfectly into his and the snake didn’t feel the need to have to let go any time soon. awkwardness and shyness had washed the away the longer his hand was in her own, as if they’ve always done this. 

“ watching folks do drunk karaoke is always a great time. but be warned, if i get too drunk, i might go up there and join them in a minute, “ virgil explained playfully as they lightly swung their arms together in time. he’s already got the perfect bar in mind and he knows that they will have a fantastic time together. they always did. and now that they have been holding hands for a while, it felt completely natural. 

She could see that he was trying, bless him, but Carol wasn’t about to turn over a new leaf just seconds after being given a Dr. Phil-worthy monologue by her childhood friend. If she was, then she would have been cured years ago, maybe during those few visits that she and her parents made to him and his dad. She was only half-listening by the time he was taking her along with him, and for a brief moment, her heart skipped a beat as she rose higher and higher in the air until she was level with him. “You’re a good man. But being a good man isn’t always enough. You’ll see.” There was too much evil in the world for him not to bend the rules a little. The time may come when he would be forced to choose between keeping his conscience clear and saving someone, and she wasn’t sure if he was going to make the right choice. For now, he was stuck with her – and vice versa – and maybe there was a trick he had up his sleeve that would break through the mental and emotional trauma that made her who she was. Then, there was that tiny voice in her head wondering why he couldn’t just accept her for who she was and who she’d become. By him doing this, by the rest of society doing this, it was like they were trying to mold her into someone they wanted her to be. Or maybe, they care about you.

The whispers, the conflict…everything was giving her a headache, and she said nothing for the rest of their trip to wherever he stayed. Was he always Static even at home? Or would he shed that superhero persona of his and become Virgil Hawkins? By the time they arrived, she was already tired from being tugged along mid-air like some rag doll, and the shackles on her wrists and ankles were biting into her skin. Since they’d deprived her of everything sharp and pointy, she hadn’t been able to try and pick any of the locks, and even if she did, she might end up plummeting to her death from a hundred feet. “Nice place,” she said flatly, but she hadn’t even seen all of it yet.

when they made it back to his apartment, he knows that he’s going to have to let her get comfortable. she was his responsibility and not his prisoner and he wanted his former friend to know that he thought that way. so the second they had a moment, he walks up to carol and uses his powers to undo the lock that was holding her shackles together, giving her a chance to remove them and have that weight lifted from her. he didn’t need the chains to keep track of her. the tracker that was imbedded in her body would provide him with real time information about her location if he ever decided that he needed it. but that wasn’t important right now.

Adrianna nodded, grateful for his output and pleased at herself for improving. The next few weeks would be easier for her now that she’d finished this last big hurdle before graduation, and she could sit back and relax. Before she did that, she quickly saved her work before closing her laptop, so she could have it printed off and bound for submission the next week. Virgil’s teasing had her smirk and turn back towards him, her knee bumping against his in the process. “Go ahead, Hawkins. I’ll haunt you ‘til your dying day if you do.” She knew that he didn’t mean it, but she couldn’t resist returning his teasing with a comment of her own. “And what makes you think that I don’t want to kiss you? I never offer anything I don’t plan on doing.” Another pointed sip, and she continued: “But if you’re afraid of getting cooties, it could be a ‘thank you’ dinner instead. It’s the tamest way I say ‘thanks’.” Adrianna was more of a stripper than a cook, but she knew of a great restaurant / dance club where they could have dinner and enjoy some dancing. It was a thirty-minute drive from campus, though, so he probably didn’t know where it was. The only reason she knew of it was because it hosted ‘Strip Sunday’, and she sometimes performed there – yes, it was that eclectic – so she knew that they would have a great time if he didn’t mind going to a place like that.

SHE HAS TO BE QUICK, the building was coming down pretty rapidly around her, the floorboards crumbled beneath her feet but that didn’t stop her from running up to the fourth floor where she sensed a family was stuck. She blasted the door knob off and pushed it in where a man was huddled with his wife and two kids, fearful that the bad guy who’d terrorized them had come back.

❝ Hey, it’s gonna be okay. ❞ she says reassuringly ( she saw the relief on the kids face when they recognized her from TV )  going to the window to look down at back road which looked to be pretty safe ( free of the fight going on outside ) before opening and conjuring up a translucent beam of energy down, like a slide, convincing the scared family to slide down one by one after telling them to get away as quickly as possible once they reached the bottom. 

Gwen had no time to worry about the big bad, Static Shock could handle that much, she took one last sweep of the building and made sure it was completely empty before she made her exit out the window of the tenth floor, using her mana to soften the landing. Gwen fixed her hair, smoothed out her jacket and looked around, seeing that the threat was taken care of.

❝ Huh. Not bad. ❞

not bad? virgil had just taken out one of the most dangerous bang babies in a matter of seconds and left them as no kind of threat. and he made it look easy. even some of the strongest heroes in the world have had trouble with dynamite and virgil was able to take him down quickly. and along with her help, he was able to take him down without anyone getting seriously injured or worse. he can’t figure how she would have expected him to do any better. but he knows gwen tennyson. she always thinks she can do better. 

“ i think it went pretty smoothly. bad guy captured. police on site. no one hurt. i’d definitely call this fight a success. but i couldn’t have done it without you. “ that might not be true. had she not been there, he would have prioritized protecting the people in the building first and foremost before taking out dynamite. virgil always put helping people as his main priority. if that wasn’t his main goal then what kind of hero, was he?

❝ OH. ❞ she entered the door and followed him towards the line with a bubbly step, inching along as people entered one at a time after showing their tickets.  ❝ Very optimistic. What if I said no ? What would you have done then ? ❞ she was pleased that it wasn’t too long a wait before they were next up but she had to wait for Virgil to show the guy waiting at the end their tickets.

She felt comfortable sharing a space with him. More than sex. More than friendship. This was developing into something more. and if he had the courage to dive in into emotions, so could she. And his hand on her leg definitely felt good. It felt electric even. “I know. And I’m glad. I just don’t want to hurt you,” she explained. She wouldn’t. She would remain in control of herself. But it was always a scary possibility. But she trusted Virgil. On the field like in the bedroom.

Friday must of been the one to let him in even though she had specifically told the A.I to lock off access to this part of the tower. She just wanted to be alone, to wallow in self pity and the guilt. Guilt of not being with her mentor in the end, guilt of acting like this because both Tony and her mama would be so angry with her but she just can’t help it. She missed him, missed being able to pick his brain and talk to him about suit upgrades, about advanced calculations and formulas, even debating about music choices for hours. He was the closest thing she had for a father since her step-dad died, it was a like a curse on her life… that all the men she looked up to would have their lives ripped out from under their feet. It made her want to put up a wall up out of the fear that it could spread to others in her life.

Caramel eyes light up though when Virgil says he’s going to join her, that he isn’t here to judge her, to try and get her to cry on his shoulder, or yell at him like others had. A smile that hasn’t appeared on her lips since before that day spreads on her lips and she’s setting the bottle of cognac onto the bar and is swirling around in the swivel stool to face the opposite side of the bar now and hops off. “Now that I can get behind.” There would be a drunken thank you later in the night but right now her buzzed mind was set on getting him a glass. She slips to the other side of the extravagant bar with a small hum, this is the first time she’s been anything close to happy in a long time and she was grateful for the intrusion now. Riri snatches one of the crystal whiskey glasses identical to the one she had been drinking out of, setting it onto the bar in front of the seat beside hers. “You know even though Tony slowed down on his drinking he still has much good shit hidden behind here.” She’s musing as she makes her way back around the bar and onto her seat, immediately reaching for the bottle of cognac to pour him a glass and then another one for herself. “This bottle is worth almost ten grand.” And hell Tony was never going to be back to enjoy it, why shouldn’t they in his place?

even if friday hadn’t let him in, virgil could have gotten in if he so desired. there was no electronic lock that could keep virgil out, because there was no capacitor in history that could handle his energy output. he could have gotten in here. but virgil thinks that friday was as concerned about her as everyone else was. but virgil isn’t like everyone else. he’s not going to try to rush her through her guilt because there are people out there who could benefit from her returning to normal. she was no good to anyone if she was not done processing her grief. so virgil is here to help her move through her loss. but riri couldn’t do that until she was ready to do that. it had to be at her pace. and right now she wanted to wallow. well sitting with that guilt all on her own wouldn’t help her get anywhere. sometimes, just having someone be there with you could be enough to help you heal. maybe not completely, but this was going to be a step by step process. 

“Hell yeah. I consider those my Hallmark moments. End up getting a few marks of my own after it,” she said, winking at him. It was an unspoken agreement by now: Virgil stepped foot in the bar and she visited him for a night of fun. Blair couldn’t fully remember how that practice of theirs started; all she could was that she’d kissed him outside seconds after an unruly hunter had been thrown out. Whether it was by him or by someone else, she wasn’t sure, but the way Virgil looked then had sparked desire in her and she’d acted. Blair never regretted it, and she didn’t feel crummy the morning after. If anything, he brought out some longing in her to be able to go with him, to see and experience what he did, but her love for her dad was stronger. After fixing up a couple more drinks for the hunters who’d arrived after him, she wandered over to his section just as her dad came stomping out of the supply room, inventory clipboard in hand. Seeing Virgil, he nodded once in greeting and took over, and she threw Virgil a smile as she hung up her apron on one of the hooks behind the counter and headed upstairs to bathe, though she planned on leaving the door open for him.

A playful giggle comes from Zari as she pulls back enough so she can look at his face again, the temptation of Virgil was too much for her to resist, she’s surprised she’s lasted for so long. It was probably because she hasn’t had the best of luck with any relationship in the past whether it be romantic, friendship or especially family. But with him it felt like she was finally turning over a new leaf, that she found a genuinely good person in all the darkness surrounding her life. But boy is she glad that she had finally took the plunge off the deep end, this was going to be well worth it. When she feels his grip loosen on her she takes it as a invitation so adjust her hips a bit, straighten her posture and slowly ghost her hands along his shoulders from their position against his back. She’s batting her eyes down at him, tilted her head slightly to the side so her soft dark curls spill off her shoulders; as if her body needed to be exposed any further.

Dark maroon painted lips part in a airy gasp when he lifts his hips up, feeling his trapped arousal grind against her barley covered folds send a shiver crawling up her spine. The witch has to bite down on her lower lip to stifle the moan that wanted to escape because she has to show at least some professionalism so this didn’t end up being her last dance. Zarita gently grabs a hold of his wrist when she sees he’s reached for his wallet, shaking her head no before giving Amy a look that could kill and the waitress was gone. “She’ll put it on my tab, you’re being a g e n t l e m a n paying for my dance. The least I can do is buy your drink.” She also doesn’t want the waitress coming back and sticking her big nose into places it didn’t belong, she knew there’s be talk about this later from whoever saw it. That she could possibly fraternizing with a customer whilst under the roof of the club but she’d let them run with the gossip. Let them, cause as far as she was concerned she’d be giving Virgil private dances from that day on. And if he ever did show back up at her work well the rules were a bit different for significant others of the dancers. “You mentioned this wasn’t what you thought you were expecting when I said come out tonight, so what were you expecting?” Slim fingers of her right hand slip off his shoulder to reach out and grab his drink off the shelf, offering it to him afterwards; wanting his constant attention on her.

god, virgil was never going to be able to take his eyes off of the gorgeous creature that was immediately in front of him, immediately atop him. zarita was one of the most gorgeous women he’s ever seen in his life and she’s clearly interested in him in a serious way. and virgil feels that exact same interest. he’s felt that same interest in her from the first moment he walked into her life. showing up on her doorstep to learn about the kinds of magic that she wielded so he could deepen his own power and expand his connection to the magical connections of the world. there had been no inkling of meeting someone who would actually end up as important to him. so many of the people he met during his travels were older and guarded about their secrets and their abilities. it was an understandable thing. but he never felt that division from zarita. from their introduction, virgil has felt a serious kind of connection and perhaps where tonight was going is the inevitable final destination of their meeting. 

    he had scared for just a moment there. although she knew it had just caught him off guard, that the man was still processing what has happened, celaena couldn’t help that sudden sense of fear that formed in her chest. that maybe she had read their relationship completely wrong. hence why tere’s such a scared look in her eyes when she does pull away from him. 

    “I’m so sorry, I-”. then virgil’s lips are pressed against hers as she’s pulled closer to him. almost immediately, celaena melts into the kiss with her arms snaking around his neck. and as cheesy as it sounded, that spark was still there. only it’s more ecstatic than before. and the redhead decided that she didn’t want to be the first one to pull away. because as soon as this moment between them was over, the harder it would be to say goodbye. and virgil could  suddenly wake up one morning and decide he didn’t want to wait around for her to come back. that celaena was too hard to read and he didn’t want to wait for her to open up to him a little more. 

this kiss has been a long time coming and virgil has been dreaming of what it might be like for a good long while. and even with all of those fantastical dreams swimming through his head, kissing celaena was able to surpass all of those things that he had imagined in his mind. and that brought him so much joy, that joy blossoming in the brightest warmth as he deepened the kiss with cel.

    “It’s not even that, I don’t mind not receiving credit. The less people that know I exist the better.”. she finally get the top stealth suit of finally, reveling the large snake tattoo on her back. “I’m just so tired. Mentally and physically. And even if I wanted to retire or do something else with my life, I can’t. The Government quite literally owns me and I never actually went to school. Besides all this, I’m literately useless.”.

    the redhead glances at him, cheeks turning slightly red seeing she was shirtless. realizing she’s staring, celaena quickly looks away in embarrassed. “Honestly? I still don’t get what you see in me. Like..you do realize you’re friends with a trained assassin, right?”.

“ hey. don’t talk about yourself like that. it doesn’t do any good for anyone to sell yourself short. you’re caring, thoughtful, intelligent and driven. you could do anything you set your mind do. i think you’re far from useless. you’re amazing. at least to me. “ virgil explains calmly trying to massage over the fact that he was a little frustrated that she was talking so badly about her self. she might not see how amazing she is but virgil was not going to let her depreciate her value like that. 

“Yeah, but if everyone’s collecting and keeping vinyl then it can’t always be replaced, can it? Besides, the way they recycle it could be bad for the environment too.” She isn’t particularly concerned about the point she’s making, but she’s never been one to let an argument go. It’s even more fun that it isn’t a particularly serious topic, or one that she’s invested in, because there’s no emotional stakes here. Where there are emotional stakes, however, is where Venom’s involved. Gwen draws her hand back to her chest, sitting bolt upright and layering her other hand over the top. Venom might’ve come from a lab experiment, the Lizard serum reacting to radioactive spider isotopes, but that didn’t mean either her or it were going to become experiments. It was hers. “Venom isn’t a scientific discovery, Virgil.” For the first time, some fear of what Virgil might do seeped into her heart, though she wasn’t sure if it came from her or Venom. “Neither of us are.”