#Fic: (Home) Sick (For You)

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 34

Kid, Killer, Wire, Heat x Reader (Sexual)

Pure smut; No plot; 18+ only (could be read as a standalone I suppose?)

Warnings: Sex, group sex, blood play, knife play, rough sex, no holes barred, dp

(Was inspired to write this by Bestrafe Mich (Punish Me) by Mike's Dead)

Audience Participation

Kid's hands weren't long for wandering around your body before the flesh hand was shoved under your waistband, and the metal one was tearing your shirt over your head. If you minded being watched, there were no protests for Heat, Wire, or Killer to leave. You had seemed sheepish when you were telling him about this dream of yours, though there was no hint of that shyness now, while he sank two fingers into you. 

The only reason you had reservations about being shared was that you were friends with Heat and you thought Wire hated you. You didn't want your friendship to be tainted, since you had so little of them to begin with. As for Wire, you didn't know if he would be into it. You didn't have much of a chance to give a shit about that as Kid tore moans from your mouth with his fingers. You did, however, notice that Killer excused Minerva and sent her out of the room. Always so thoughtful. 

Your own hands were occupied fighting Kid's belts. Why did he have to lock his dick away like this? You were struggling to focus on them as Kid pushed you closer to the edge. You felt other hands push yours away, both flesh hands, which caused you some confusion. You looked over Kid's shoulder to see Killer, who had reached his hands around Kid from behind. 

"Let me help, darlin." Killer spoke in a low tone that sent electricity straight to your groin. "You seem distracted." He undid Kid's pants in record time, himself an expert at getting to Kid's dick.

Kid��tsked. "What a slutty lass you are. Already reaching for my cock." He spit into his hand and gave himself a few pumps. 

You were unaware that Kid had been walking you back towards the wall until your back was flush against it. You couldn't take your eyes off Kid, his heavy member in his hand. Only vaguely do you recall shedding your pants along the way. He tugged your panties to the side and pressed his weeping tip to your entrance, pushing the head in before suddenly removing it again. You whined, desperate to have something filling that space.

"How bad do ya want it?" 

"Badly. Give it to me."

"What will ya do for it?" 

You swallowed thickly. "Whatever you want, Captain." You knew he loved when you called him by the proper title, an instance where you let him have dominance over you.

Kid hummed. "And what if I want to be rough?"

"I'm not fragile." You looked at his bandolier. "Will you... use this?" Your hand tugged at the hilt of his blade. 

Kid's brow quirked up. "Ya sure about that?" 

You nodded. A chill of excitement running up your spine.

Kid pushed his tip in again and then pulled it out, with a devious look in his eyes. "I change my mind." Kid turned you around so your chest was against the wall. "I think I want this hole instead." His hands ran down your sides and paused at your hips, pulling them against him to rub his cock between your cheeks. 

From this angle, you had a hard time seeing what Kid was doing, though you heard him slide his knife out of the sheath. Killer had been on the side you could see and moved to be behind you, Heat taking his place. You couldn't tell where Wire was. There was pressure, followed by stinging pain on your lower back. You sucked in a hiss.

Killer spoke from behind you. "You can say stop if you need a break, ok?" You felt his broad hand cup the back of your neck. 

You nodded. Finding it difficult to look Heat in the eyes, yours drifted down to his feet. They came towards you until the scent of burnt wood filled your nostrils. That's not how you thought he would smell but you weren't mad about it. You felt his fingers lift your chin, causing your gaze to pass over the bulge in his pants. He paused for a moment, either to look at you or give you a chance to pull away, or both, then brought his lips to yours. He tasted like fire, too. You don't know whose hand it was, but it found your clit and immediately went to work rubbing circles into it. The sting on your lower back turned into a blissful burning sensation, growing as Kid slowly continued to drag his blade over your skin. Warm liquid that you almost couldn't feel since it was your own body temperature starting dripping down your back and into the valley Kid was rutting against.

You moaned against Heat, allowing your tongues to slide past each other. You were able to move the hand on that side from being against the wall to press against his erection through his pants. Caught up in your own haze of pleasure, your hand stuttered, and Heat took it upon himself to grab your wrist and move it for you. Something about that mad you shudder. The pressure building in your abdomen made your legs twitch. The hand that played with you dipped its fingers inside, pressing its palm against your clit. You whined again as you felt the absence of Kid pushing against you. 

Kid looked down at his artwork, licking your blood from his knife. His dick throbbed at the act of marking you. In sanguine letters, "KID" was carved into your skin. He pressed his fingers against the lines, tracing his name again, coating his fingers with your blood. With every touch, you cried out with a mix of pleasure or pain. It was hard to say which, especially since Heat was greedily keeping your mouth occupied with his own. 

"Heat, I can't fuckin hear her." 

"Switch with me then," Heat teased.

"Not a fuckin chance." Kid took the fingers with your blood and introduced one to your back entrance. "Her ass is mine. Isn't that right?" Kid smacked your ass with his metal hand and slid another finger in simultaneously.

It was too much. You couldn't answer him. Or maybe this was your answer. The coil had been building and you knew you would cum soon, but the smack and the feeling of fingers shoved up both holes made it happen without warning. "FUCK!" You shrieked, almost losing your balance as your knees buckled and your eyes rolled back. Your body clenched down on Heat and Kid's fingers from both sides. You realized they were Heat's fingers because he shoved them in your mouth while you were coming down from your high. 

"If you're good for them, maybe I'll let you have a taste," Killer mused, touching the soaked fabric of your panties. Your hips instinctively tried to grind against his touch, but he pulled his hand back. "Uh uh. I said if you were good." 

All touches were removed from you while you caught your breath. You leaned with your back against the wall.

"Please, Killer." 

His hands briefly skirted across your belly before hooking his fingers on either side of your panties, shredding them with one pull. His finger slid under the bra you still had on. "Take this off too unless you want me to ruin it."

You tossed it away. "I want you to ruin me." You were only mildly aware that you were completely bare in front of all of them, two for the first time. 

Killer motioned for you to get off the wall and come to him, which you did gladly. He pulled you to his chest so you were slightly bent forward. You looked so cute with those eyes pleading up at him. He would love nothing more than to fuck your sassy mouth, but this was still his game and he still wanted to torment you. "You have to relax or it will hurt." He watched as your eyes widened when Kid spread your cheeks apart. 

"I want it to hurt." This wasn't your first time. You were aware of the risks, but you were also aware of your own body. It was going to hurt regardless since Kid was bigger than anything you had before. Unlike before, you could heal yourself if anything went wrong. 

Kid still worked you open a little more with a third finger and then a fourth. The blood dripping down from your future scar made it plenty wet still. He couldn't wait to feel that tight ass wrapped around him. Though he tried not to think about it so much or else he would cum. 

Killer still held you, praising you for taking Kid in. It stung, as you knew it would. In the beginning it always felt a little sore and weird, but after he started moving, it would be better. Just the idea of being 'violated' in this way had you dripping wet. The twinges of pain sending shivers up your spine. Killer released you when Kid was all the way in. You expected someone to come fill your mouth. Instead, you felt Kid's arms reach under your thighs to hook under your knees, picking you up while still on his cock, and spreading you wide open in the front. That was the first time you were acutely aware of Wire. He was rubbing himself through his clothes, enjoying the show. 

Kid groaned into your ear. "Fuck. Ya really clenched down when ya saw Wire. Ya thinking about him hate-fucking ya?" Kid slowly moved you up and down his cock, using you like his personal sex doll. Kid snickered. "In fact, I want ya to tell them about yer dream."

You slowly shook your head. "I d-don't want to." It was hard to get the words out when Kid was fucking your ass. "Embarrassing."

"Ya got a dick in your ass and your pussy spread wide for everyone to enjoy, and that's embarrassing?" 

Killer appeared in front of you. "Being good includes doing whatever the Captain says." He put his thumb against your clit, moving it very slowly.

"Please fill me up. I'm begging you." You writhed in Kid's grip, desperate to feel full. The slow pace that he and Killer set was agonizing. 

"Heat will be glad to oblige, but first ya have to satisfy my request." 

"I-"

"Louder. Wire can't hear ya from all the way over here."

"I-I had a dream that Kid was f-fucking me and that you were all g-gonna take turns."

"And what was that bit about Heat and Wire? They need details if ya want it to happen." 

"They tossed me back and forth, l-like a rag-doll."

"That's still not everything. Go on, tell Wire what you were interested in."

"K-kid please."

"Tell him," Killer pressured, pausing his ministration. 

"I want to get hate-fucked by Wire." You felt your face heat up.

"Good girl," Killer gave another firm press against your bud before turning it over to Heat.

Heat quickly blocked your line of sight, but not before you saw Wire with a sneer on his face. That look went straight to your cunt. 

Kid held still for a moment while Heat bullied his way in. "So tight." The pressure around his cock was made more intense by the feeling of Kid's cock filling up the space next-door. 

Heat's hands found their way to your breasts, kneading them and twisting your nipples as he bit at the smooth, warm tops of them. His mouth moved up the side of your neck, adding to the marks Kid had left earlier. Kid was moving you only slightly up and down the tips of both of their cocks, so Heat could kiss you. The height difference made it hard in this position to kiss and fuck at the same time. Heat released you, moving his rough hands to your sides, aiding Kid in moving you, though he didn't need it. They met over your shoulder to make-out with each other. The feeling of being ignored and used as a toy was dizzying. It's not exactly something you would have thought you liked. They used you to jerk themselves off while they moaned into each other's mouths. You gripped harder as the thought wound the knot in your stomach tighter. The overwhelming feeling of being filled and stretched by two, exceptionally large cocks was sending you to the moon. You were pretty sure there was a steady stream of moans from you mixing in with their own, tongue panting. You didn't know for sure, so focused on how good you were feeling. It could be your imagination, but Heat's dick had a warm sensation to it.

"Look at you. Taking two huge dicks at the same time." 

Killers words were going to make you crash back to earth. 

"After this, no one will be able to fuck you as good. Your cunt will never be full like this again."

"Shit. Killer." You didn't have words to warn him. 

"Tell me. Are you close?"

"Yeah," you moaned.

"Do you want to cum?" 

"I want to cum. Please." 

"I want you to hold it until they cum. Can you do that?" 

You shook your head.

"Yes you can." 

You felt both Heat and Kid's grips dig into your skin, slamming you down on themselves. You strained to keep your orgasm at bay. They were definitely close, their breaths ragged, their cocks twitching. Your arms were around Heat's neck for support. "Cum in me! Please cum in me! I want to be dripping from both holes," you repeated various iterations of this mantra until, nearly at the same time they grunted, filling you with hot semen. As they did, they held you tighter to their bases, pushing them into your sweet spot. Finally you were allowed to release. Your cry of pleasure was so earth-shatteringly loud, the dead guys in the room could hear it. There was a rush of fluid down your legs as your own juice and the force of your cunt clamping down caused cum to leak out. 

Before you had a chance to recover. You felt Kid remove himself, but Heat held you up. And suddenly you were on Wire's lap, facing him. He had been sitting on the table. "If you wanna be tossed back and forth you better get to work on Wire before I go soft," Heat said. You barely processed what he said before Wire impaled you on his cock, shoving it so deep, you felt it in your stomach. It was a good thing you were thoroughly prepared, because Wire was proportionate in every way. He bullied your cervix and just as you were about to cum, he lifted you off himself and gave you back to Heat who opted to take Kid's position, lifting you with your legs spread open, his hand barely reaching your clit. He already came, this was purely for you. Right as you were on the precipice of your climax, Heat passed you back to Wire. They did this several more time before Heat had to tap out. 

The last time Heat gave you to Wire, Wire got off the table and set you on it instead, on your knees, facing away from him. "Spread your legs until your stomach is flat against the table." 

It was slightly uncomfortable with your legs splayed completely out, bent at the knee. Your ass hung off the edge of the table and your arms were above your head. Wire's palm pressed firmly into your back, crushing you against the table. You felt him lean over you, the blades of his necklace touching your skin, so if you bucked, they would cut you. You wondered if that was their purpose. He didn't talk, simply shoved his cock back inside and railed you from behind. After edging so many times, you came fast and hard, gripping him so tightly, you earned a grunt from the otherwise silent man. 

Killer thought you had been good enough. And he was feeling a little left out if he was honest with himself. Watching you cum over and over again, dripping with sweat, blood, and tears. He wanted to take some responsibility for your impending fuck coma. You were beyond the point of fucked-out. Your pretty pink pussy was puffy around Wire's cock from the repeated battering. And your ass was still gaping for now. But your poor mouth had no use. He positioned himself on the table in front of you, legs splayed almost as wide as yours, as wide as his jeans would allow, to get his cock as close to you as he could. You were practically drooling as you looked up at him, making his dick twitch within its confines. He freed his cock from his jeans and it sprung forth, bobbing in front of your face.

Wire released the hand from your back so you could lift your front half enough to reach Killer. "Choke on his cock you filthy fucking marine bitch." 

You eagerly opened your mouth. Finally Killer was going to reward you. You gagged as Killer unexpectedly pulled your head down on him. Your ponytail was wrapped around his hand.

"Fuck the little slut tightens up when you do that. Do it again." 

Killer did it again, bringing tears to your eyes. You were being bounced back and forth by the thrusts of their hips. "You're so cute when you're crying on my cock, breadcrumb." 

"You like getting used, don't you? I bet you'd like to be chained down here, free use for all the Kid Pirates, huh? I can feel you getting close. You want me to come visit every day and fuck you until you cry?"

"That's it, darlin. Relax your throat. You feel so good."

"Marine whore. Cum on this pirate cock."

The opposition between degradation and praise was strangely working. Wire slapped his hand down on the freshly carved "KID". The vibrations from your yelp going straight to Killer. He felt his balls empty. He meant to last longer, but he had held out for so long he was straining from the start. The salty taste hit the back of your throat. You swallowed most of it, though some leaked from the corner of your mouth. Partially because you weren't ready and partially because that sensation forced you over the edge. 

"Fuck. I'm- I'm-" The words were lost as Wire felt you start to pulse around him. He pulled out and slammed back in, not into your cunt, into your ass. He shoved his fingers in your pussy at the same time. It was the most intense orgasm yet. Your feet cramped from your toes curling so hard. Your whole body shook and twitched. Your eyes were squeezed shut, and you would have screamed even louder had your voice not been hoarse already from being so vocal. The vice grip you had on Wire pushed him over the edge too, he chose to pull out, showering the letters on your back with cum. 

You couldn't move. Arms and legs too weak to push yourself up. Eyes completely glazed over. Still twitching with aftershocks. You didn't even want to heal yourself at then moment. The dull throb and the burn felt good. 

"Don't worry, darlin. I've got ya." 

Next Chapter

[hetaliafucker]

Usuk Thought (Mini Headcanon?)

I hate England calling America fat, and I don't really care about the show or manga's canon a lot of the time for a multitude of reasons, but alas.

You cannot convince me that this immortal being who has seen the changes of beauty standards throughout centuries would One) Judge someone's body type all that much or give a single fuck. Or Two) Wouldn't be lowkey happy. His childhood was literally primal. So to him (And very likely most nations), more fat = Better fed, thus safety, and also more body warmth. His subconscious primal brain is likely thinking 'Oh fuck yeah, I bagged a good one. He'll keep me warm this Winter'.

So now I imagine Alfred getting insecure because he thinks he's gaining weight, and Arthur being like 'Absolutely not' and shutting down any insecurities Al would have, because he's hundreds of years old, dammit, and the beauty standard throughout history has changed so damn much. Plus, he can’t complain when Alfred's just comfier.

[youchangedmedestiel]

I have 5 different fic ideas writing down in my phone memo. They all came to me in the space of a week.

I think I'm cursed with ideas and no time to explore them.

[tippenfunkaport]

Because I amuse myself, Chapter 8 of Coming Home is now up and called...

Bless You For Coming Out in Public

After a day of hiding from their post-war responsibilities, Glimbow finally leave The Library to answer a distress signal at Elberon. While Bow fixes a spire, Glimmer tries to figure out how to be a queen in peacetime and finally gets to attend an Elberon party.

Read on AO3

(Note that while this chapter is perfectly tame aside from a few swears, the fic itself is rated E for material yet to come)

[randomingoftherandomness]

hello gab! hope ur having a lovely week <3

fic idea: i have NO idea how the timelines would work but anything where cheng huang/zyc are somehow reincarnations of yuanzhi and shangjue

love, 柠檬

A/N: Hello 柠檬! Hope you're having a wonderful Friday thus far. Okay, so this is my stab at this prompt. My dumb brain wrote this and then realised that I had flipped it around hahaha... I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless!

a.k.a. I'm back on my Juezhi bullshit and making it your problem

‧⁺◟( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ )

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Shangjue is awakened by Yuanzhi pulling away and curling onto his side away from him. His senses are immediately alert and he reaches out to place a gentle hand on a shaking shoulder.

"It's just a dream, didi." He tries. "Come back to me."

It takes him a beat, but when Yuanzhi stirs, he does with a wet gasp, jerking up into a seated position which Shangjue follows. Wrapping an arm around Yuanzhi's thin waist, he instinctively presses his dear heart into an embrace. Holding on tight as he comes back to himself.

This is the third time this month.

Shangjue doesn't have to ask what the dreams are, he already knows because they're the same as his own -- always the same where they're both on opposing sides of a battle, always where there is a deep obsession, always with a deep, bottomless grief that swallows both of them whole.

He lets Yuanzhi's breathing settle, allowing him the space and time to calm down. Measures the minutes with how he relaxes in his arms, and carefully holds him through it all.

Soothingly, Shangjue says, "You know, Elder Yue once told me that dreams are glimpses into another world. Another life we could have led."

"Then that's not a world I want to live in." Yuanzhi shivers, words a little muffled where his mouth is pressed to the meat of Shangjue's shoulder. "I never want to be on any side but yours."

"Because you know I'd wipe the floor with you?"

"I have no doubt about that, but no." Yuanzhu laughs, slapping his other shoulder but is unresisting when Shangjue catches his hand to press a kiss. "No, I never want to be your enemy because I can't fathom a life where I could ever not love you."

"Yuanzhi..." Shangjue sighs, helplessly smiling through the radiating warmth of fondness that sings through his chest. Ducking his head, he swallows around the jumble of words that threaten to break him apart.

Thank you.

I love you too.

You're the most important person to me and I never want to lose you.

But all he says in response is a soft, tender, "Me too." Brushing back Yuanzhi's bangs, he thumbs at the corner of his didi's smile. Leaning in, the bubble of laughter comes loose as their lips meet, sighing a little when Yuanzhi tilts his head for a better angle.

In the back of his mind, he mentally makes a plan to visit their backyard brethren to get this looked at. There is too much coincidence with their dreams matching up like this for Shangjue to put it down to some inexplicable thing about their way of life. Maybe there is some rhyme and reason to it all.

He hopes there is one.

But for now, Shangjue is content to fold his didi back against him, kissing his brow to coax him back to sleep.

[awesome-shoes-with-wings]

@hedgehodgy I forgot to post this earlier!!

I forget sometimes that Triton wanted absolutely nothing to do with Percy at the start. What a fool. He lowkey be willing to get punched right in the face for that kid now.

This links straight to Chapter 3 of "Mercy Upon Ourselves"!! A story of a dysfunctional family brought together by their mutual ghosts. Sometimes the best things in life come to us in the darkest times.

[riseandshinedearie]

My favorite hotd couple that never was but could have been and if they were Westerosi nobles would have been shaken from their uselessness and players would have had to play harder is Rhea Royce and Daemon Targaryen.

I don’t even watch hotd, I see stuff about it on tumblr.

I guess I tumblr watch it. But alas… I’m so disappointed they never were.

[cluelessatthispoint]

What the Mercs are like when You're Sick

Engineer: If it's not life-threatening, then he won't take you to see Medic. But, if it's a cold, and you don't feel well enough to get out of bed then; he will bring you everything you could ever need. You're too cold? well here's an extra blanket. Thirsty? Here's a cup of herbal tea and some ginger ale. Bored? well, looks like he can bring his work in here to keep you company. He knows all the home remedies, to get better quick. If getting sick is a problem, there's no need to worry. He's an engineer, and engineers solve problems.

Pyro: He immediately takes you to Medic, whether you like it or not. After the examination, Medic tells you what to do and what not to do. While explaining Pyro can be seen taking hastily scribbled notes as if his life depended on it. Of course, they are all pictures with either a little check mark at the top or an X. Pyro insists that you use his room until you recover, no ifs, ands, or buts. He will bring you some canned soup, literally. He will bring you a can of soup and a lighter to warm it up. When that doesn't go well He gets Heavy or Engineer to cook something for you.

Spy: This man knows what he's doing and is determined to get the job done. When he figures out that you are sick he confines you to your room and brings you everything that a sick person could need. Of course, he doesn't trust anybody else's cooking with you in such a "fragile state". He will either be the one cooking or he will go out to the nearest restaurant (that isn't in Tuefort due to the highly contaminated water) and bring back a healthy, nutritious, and easy-to-digest meal. If you want PDA you will have to wait till you are better, no way is he getting sick. He has a job to do.

Soldier: He acts like it's the end of the world. He treats your sickness like you're being attacked by tiny invisible germ enemy soldiers. So the first thing he does is drag your ass all the way to Merasmus. If he's not home then he'll bring you to Medic. Much like Pyro, Soldier doesn't fully understand much of what's going on. But he tries his best to make sure that you are comfortable. With no time at all you'll be right as rain while he's the one stuck in bed.

Scout: Oh you're sick? well, that's too bad. Looks like he'll get to play medic until you get better. He makes you his mother's homemade chicken soup. Sure, it turns out a little different than what his mother makes. But, he says that's just all the love that he added in. He wants to make sure that you'll feel better in no time. He'll bring in some comics, the t.v. from the rec room, and his Tom Jones record player.

Demo: He knows exactly what to do. He's taken care of his mother when she was sick, so he knows what to do when you're sick. Whenever he's sick you do your hardest to make him comfortable. Now since it's time to return the favor he'll do everything from bringing you some water to playing soft music for you. He understands that being sick is no fun, you can't go anywhere and you can't do anything until you're better. So, he goes to work every day then afterward; he hangs out with you and keeps you company. And just like that, your sick days fly by.

Heavy: This man is a genius. He helped to take care of his sisters so he knows what to do. He will make you some soup, give you plenty of blankets, a nice cup of herbal tea with some honey in it, and read you a book till you are ready to fall asleep. He makes really enforces strict bed rest. If you manage to get even a single foot out of bed he will know and he will gently usher you to put your foot back in bed and tell him what he needs to get you. He likes taking care of people. It reminds him of those cold snowy days in the mountains with his family. At this point, you are like family to him, when you finally are well he will bring you to medic just to make sure.

Sniper: He'll make sure that you're comfortable. But when it comes to comforting the person using words...well at least he tries his best. His well-meaning makes itself known through the small acts he does. He brings you soup, makes you tea, and brings a book or two. Eventually, you both just enjoy the comfort that silence brings. He doesn't say much, but that's just the way that he is. To prevent boredom he'll tell you about all the animals he's caught and the right way to prepare them.

Medic: He cant help but be excited. Of course he feels sorry that you are unwell, but that gives him a chance to practice his bedside manner. He will give you a check up and once he's diagnosed you he will send you to your room and get everything that you need to get better ready. He asks Heavy or Engineer to make some soup; a flavorful chicken broth. He will then take out all of his medical papers and start going through them with you. Under his breath you could hear him mumble occasionaly and once in a while you both locked eyes. He looked so happy to be spending time with you. Once you get better he will ask you about his bedside manner.

[anderstrevelyan]

I'm leaving for vacation in less than a week, and I told myself I'd finish first drafts of both these fics before then...

Hmm

Scrivener is taunting me

[jamiesfootball]

I was tagged by @abubblingcandle, @kvetchinglyneurotic, and @sighonaraa for the ten first lines from ten different stories.

I do not have 10 fics posted, so I've decided to just do all wips

1- Jamie Murders Zava

It wasn't pre-meditative or whatever.

2- [redacted]

"'Como te llama' if I'm talking to a person?"

3- OGYGGIYHNBGL (some future chapter)

London, as big as she was, never made him feel small. Not like Sunderland did.

4- I still feel like the same person I've been (some chapter)

The first goal he’d ever scored in the Premier League was a free kick against Tottenham at the 83’ minute

5- [redacted]

Roy woke with a hangover big enough to fill two lifetimes.

6- OGYGGIYHNBGL (some future chapter)

When Roy was a twenty-three year old prima donna, he got a phone call from his parents demanding he come home.

7- you're gonna go far kid

"This is so stupid."

8- the vacant house behind our home (some future chapter)

Days later, and James's son was still being a whiny bitch about texting his old man back.

9- [redacted]

Isaac was good about doing what needed to be done.

Edit: putting the one from the one that makes you sick under a read more for the content warnings, just to be careful

10- the one that makes you sick

"Don't worry. They send all the young ones to me."

Tagging @altschmerzes, @faithinchances, and @jamietarttsnorthernattitude if any of you have anything you want to share, even if it's just one line from one story, but only if you feel like it <3

[comfortlesshurt]

brutally reminded that somewhere out there is a physical copy of an absolutely terrible detective conan genderbend au i wrote when i was like 12

i am not thriving today so here's a tag rant

[littencloud9]

told her that i loved her…… was not sure if she heard…. the roof was pretty windy and she didn’t say a word……. party dying downstairs….. had nothing left to do…… just me. her and. the moon

[hobermallowed]

I’m sick of the drama about feminine Louis. They’re not trying to protect Louis at all, they’re just mad that for once a black man is being portrayed as soft and now they want to gatekeep the fics. But notice how when the reverse happens these blogs have NOTHING to say. Transparent ass bitches. I’m gonna write some loustat mpreg with bottom louis especially for these haters. Black fandom can’t have anything for themselves bc of people like this.

I’m not disagreeing anon. If anything, I support you.

[wardog-of-the-endless]

(Home) Sick (For You)

Kim runs himself right into exhaustion proving how fine he is while Chay's traveling abroad. His brothers (and brother-in-law) are definitely going to have something about this... and wait until Chay hears about it.

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[thewildlorelei]

Love is Sick and Love is Blind (Mob AU)

pairing: wally darling/original female character(Millie Morning)

rating: M

pretty obvious but this is fan content of welcome home

author's note:  Really having fun with this story, lemme know if you have any questions about the story or Millie, I’d love to talk about it lol

ao3 link, check here for tags related to rating

Mob Boss Wally Darling

Chapter 2 - Think

Millie tried to walk slowly down the street, not wanting to look like she was freaking out…which she was. ‘That did not just happen, that did not just happen.’ She thought to herself over and over. There was no way she just got caught in the garden of the most dangerous mob boss in town…by said mob boss. She took one deep shaky breath.

No no, it’s fine. He seemed like he really did want to help her. Why would he have let her leave if he had been mad that he caught her there. She was pretty sure that if he had been mad she’d be never seen again. Because she was still here then it must be totally fine, right?

Millie made her way back to her car that was currently packed full of all her belongings. She hastily got in, feeling like eyes were on her. Once in the driver's seat she took some deep breaths, finally feeling just a little bit safe back in a place that was hers. She pulled the business card out of her pocket and looked it over. The apartment complex wasn’t far, a few minutes away at most.

‘This apartment building is owned by the mob.’ She thought. How else would Mr. Darling be able to get her a place so easily and have rent changed just for her? She tried not to let her thoughts spiral. “What have I gotten myself into?” She sighed, and looked out onto the street for a payphone. Luckily there was one just across the way. Was she really going to do this? Live in a place owned by people she should definitely stay away from? Maybe it would be fine though? It’s not like they lived in it right? It was just a way for them to make money…and probably launder it. She really did need a place to stay and it sounded a lot better than staying at a crappy motel. Another deep breath. Before she could change her mind she got out and went to the payphone to give them a call.

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Millie pulled into the parking lot of the apartment building. Luckily it seemed that Wally Darling, notorious mob boss, had already let them know about her. They told her they already had a place available and she could start moving in right away. All she had to do was stop in at the front to pick up the keys and sign some papers.

Once that was all done she went up to take a look at the apartment. Wally had been right, these were really nice. She had a kitchen, a living area, a bedroom, and a bathroom. They all looked recently updated and hardly lived in. It looked very clean which was honestly the biggest surprise of all in this town. It felt too good to be true…which it was. She already knew the catch, but she was already in it, no going back.

Unfortunately she didn’t have a bed yet. She wasn’t able to take the one she had been using at her…former…grandparents. She felt so tired but still had some work to do before she could rest. Millie bit by bit worked on moving everything from her car up to the apartment, she didn’t wanna leave anything overnight, afraid someone would break into her car. Once it was all inside she locked the door and began creating a bed out of blankets and pillows in the bedroom. She didn’t have the energy to worry about anything else till the morning. She changed into some sleep clothes and climbed on top of the pillow bed. It wasn’t the most comfortable but it would do for one night.

She pulled out the business card again, spinning it between her fingers, and thinking. He had asked her to stay in touch but he hadn’t given her a number or an address. Concerningly, he did know exactly where she was so maybe he’d contact her. It could have been because she suddenly felt so exhausted but this was starting to seem like a bad idea. Maybe she should have just skipped town and went somewhere else and started fresh.

But she knew there was no use in thinking of what ifs now. Hopefully it would be easier to think in the morning with a refreshed mind. As she drifted off she couldn’t help but think of Wally Darling and his beautiful garden.

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Millie woke early in the morning, ever the early riser. It only took a few moments to recall all that had happened the day before. It somehow felt more real and more like a dream at the same time after getting a night's sleep.

And it was not a good night’s sleep by any stretch. She tossed and turned all night, not a lot of cushion on her hips laying on the ground like that. She was a little sore. The first thing on the agenda for today was to buy a bed. She had the day off from work again with it being a Sunday and she was relieved. She still needed time to think over everything. This was definitely something she needed to talk to her therapist about at their next appointment. Wait…today was Sunday! She had an appointment that afternoon, she’d almost forgotten. Well that worked out for her. She’d be able to get some advice about this whole thing right away.

She started getting ready for the day and took a little time to start unpacking some of her things. At least what little she could with no furniture yet, putting clothes in the closet and toiletries in the bathroom. It wasn’t much but it made her feel a little better. One thing she was glad she was able to bring with her was a small potted plant that she’d had even before she moved into her grandparents place. It meant a lot to her and she wanted to do her best to keep it around. She found a nice spot for it where it could get some sun and gave it a little water to perk it back up from being jostled around.

With that she headed out to go do a little shopping before she had to go to her appointment later. As Millie left her apartment she felt eyes on her again like she had the day before. She subtly glanced back down the hall, there wasn’t anyone there. ‘I need to calm down, I’m definitely psyching myself out.’ She thought. With a deep breath she continued on, making a mental note to buy some longer screws for her apartment door. She was able to find a nice comfortable bed for not too much money, though she did have to pay extra to get it delivered since she had no other way of getting back to her place. Her other errands went just as smoothly and soon it was time for her appointment.

She had only been seeing Dr. Flora for a couple months. She started coming just after she had moved to the city. Millie liked her, she was comforting, compassionate, and a good listener. She had been pretty good about helping her work through some things that had been weighing on Millie for a long time.

“Good afternoon, Millie. How has your week been?” Dr. Flora asked as she sat down in the chair across from her. Millie took a deep breath and sighed. “It’s not been very good at all if I’m being honest with you.” She leaned back against the couch, trying to get comfortable. She always felt like she was so tense when she was here. “Oh, what happened?”

Millie told her all about what happened with her grandparents. She cried telling the story again, it really hurt her that the last of her family was basically gone now. “I’m so sorry to hear that. How are you handling that? Have you found a place to stay?” Millie hesitated. It felt so weird to admit what had happened out loud.

“You know of Wally Darling right?” Millie asked tentatively. She looked away despite the fact that Dr. Flora couldn’t see her eyes anyway. “Well..um yes I do? Why do you ask?” Dr. Flora was clearly very confused about where this was going. “Well yesterday…I sort of accidentally got caught by him in his garden in town.” She said with a cringe, just waiting for the reaction.

“You met Wally Darling yesterday? Are you okay?” Dr. Flora was sitting forward in her chair now, staring with wide concerned eyes. “Yes I’m totally fine, other than the shock of it all. He was actually kind of nice to me? He offered me a place to stay at an apartment building he…owns, I guess? So that’s where I’m staying now.” Dr. Flora was silent, shock all over her face. “I..I’m glad you have somewhere to stay but please be careful, it’s no joke dealing with the mob. Especially Home, they aren’t good people to know.”

“I do know that, it really just sprung up on me. I will try my best to be careful going forward though.” Dr. Flora nodded. The session continued on like usual. They went over some things she had been working on and discussed things she could try doing going forward. Towards the end of their time Millie started to fidget, reaching up and pulling lightly on one of her ears.

“You know that thing we talked about last week?” She asked nervously. “Yes, I remember.” “Well I was thinking about it again and…I think I realized something about how I’ve been feeling about it.” Dr. Flora waited for her to continue. “I…I think I’ve actually been feeling angry about it. I feel like I’m bouncing between numbness and just…anger. I don’t know that I like it, but the anger feels better than nothing.”

“Anger is a very normal feeling to have with these situations, there’s nothing wrong with that. Maybe this week if you ever get to feeling angry about it you can find something creative to do and just let out the anger through that. Allow yourself to feel mad, it’s okay.”

Millied nodded. She didn’t say what she really felt when she was alone at night and the anger felt consuming.

Murderous.

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When Millie left she was glad that at least she had only cried once during this session. Sometimes she cried through almost the whole thing. It was about 5pm so she decided it would be best to just head home for the evening. She was exhausted already and she still needed to set up the bed since she had just left the mattress leaning against the wall.

As Millie was walking up to her apartment door she noticed a man standing near it, just leaning against the wall. He straightened up when he saw her coming. He was tall and wearing a white suit jacket, a white fedora, and a rainbow striped scarf around his shoulders.

“Well hello there. You must be Ms. Morning!” He greeted her cheerfully. Millie stopped short, still a few feet away from him. A bit of fear rose in her as she realized he had his right eye closed, just like Wally. Was he here because Wally sent him? “Um, hello, yeah I’m Millie, and you are…?” He quickly stuck out his hand to shake. “I’m Eddie Dear, pleasure to meet you.” She hesitantly took his hand in hers. He shook her hand firmly, smiling down at her. “Is there something you need, Mr. Dear?” All she wanted was to get inside her apartment and go to sleep. “Oh please, call me Eddie. And I’ve been sent here to invite you to join the Boss for dinner on Wednesday evening.” Millie froze, that was not what she had been expecting.

“Oh, I suppose it was part of our deal to get dinner sometime. I guess I just wasn’t expecting it so soon.” She laughed nervously.

“Oh he is certainly eager to see you again.” Eddie smiled at her. She just looked at him, confused. “He is?” Millie was shocked really. She figured he’d quickly forget about her since she was just a random girl he’d met. Why would he be so interested in seeing her again? “I guess I’m flattered by that, haha.” Her laugh was nervous. She was second guessing her choices again. Honestly what had she gotten herself into.

“So will you accept?” He asked. He looked at her expectantly. “I’m sorry, but I have work that evening.” Shoot shoot, why did she say that? Was she trying to make Wally mad at her or something?

“Oh, don’t worry about that, the Boss will make sure that’s sorted out for you.”

“He will?”

“Of course! If that’s settled then you’ll go right?” Eddie smiled at her, his eye staring at her intently. “If it’ll be alright then yes, I’d love to!” She tried to sound enthusiastic, she didn’t want this Eddie to tell Wally she had been reluctant to go or anything. And honestly? She was feeling a bit of excitement at the prospect of seeing him again, which took her a little by surprise. “Great! I’ll let him know. We’ll be around to pick you up on Wednesday at seven.” “You’ll pick me up?” She wouldn’t have thought they’d go to the trouble. “Of course! Be sure to wear something nice.” Eddie winked at her.

“That sounds great, thank you Eddie.” A blush crept up her cheeks as he moved to walk past her. “Seeya round Miss Millie.” He tipped his hat to her and went on his way. Millie quickly scurried into her apartment, gently closed the door behind her, and leaned against it. She should have known this was coming since it was part of the deal but she really didn’t expect him to follow through.

She was going to have to figure out something nice to wear, having nice clothes to wear hadn’t been much of a priority recently but now she had the occasion to get something. She’d have to go find something before work between now and Wednesday evening.

What had Eddie meant by saying that Wally would handle the fact that she had work on Wednesday night? Was he going to call her boss? How did he even know what bar she worked at? She hadn’t mentioned the name as far as she knew. Though he did know her name and she knew he must have connections all over the place that would be able to find out. The thought gave her a chill. It was probably a little too easy for him to find out anything he wanted about her. She’d just have to be prepared for that.

She’d get through this dinner and move on. Hopefully he’d leave her alone after that and she could pretend she never got caught up in any mob business. She sighed. That was definitely easier said than done, and now that she had to wait for Wednesday it felt like it couldn’t come fast enough.

author's note:  I hope you liked this chapter, things will get a little more fun from here on out~

Bonus: Wally: Eddie, you go and invite her to dinner on Wednesday. Eddie: You got it Boss. Julie: Oh! What about me Boss? :D Wally: Julie you still have blood on your face from earlier, I don’t think that will exactly put her at ease. Julie: Ah yeah. :(

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