#They go kill him together ❤️ /j

[venus-de-mil0-09]

Iris: Sorry there's not much food to have Wally I still need to go to the grocery store, you can come with me if you want to.

Wally: It's fine Auntie Iris I'm used to not eating much anyway :D

Iris and Barry: ...

Iris getting up to leave: I'm gonna kill that mother fcker

Barry: Iris wait-

[midnightsnyx]

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[ankilona]

Jiang Cheng/Wen Ruohan

Fanfiction promt, if you got inspiration from this promt, please go with your idea, and let it become a story. Nothing would make me happier than reading something like this in the future! ❤️

Jiang Cheng committed suicide in a few years after he discovered how he got back 'his' golder core. He managed to get everything in order, and appointed a heir for Yunmeng-Jiang with the stipulation, that if Jin Ling has a heir they could inherit the sect.

However instead of joining the circle of reincarnation, he travels back in time, and he awakens before they go to Cloud Recess.

He has the advantage of knowing what will happen, and he's determined not just to win, but to prevent the war.

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Jiang Cheng knew it was a long shot, but he really didn't see any other way out of this. He didn't wanted a repeat of what he and everyone went trough the last time, and for that he needed to prevent the war. In this way he could save not just his sister and senior brother, but he could prevent the whole chain reaction that steamed from the power vacuum wich was left behind after the destruction of the largest and most powerful sect of all. So it was boiled down to two options.

Jiang Cheng either needed to kill Wen Ruohan, wich was a ridiculous idea. The man was a step away from immorality, and some of the older people hazarded he was around a hundred years old. If you disregarded everything else, the difference in experience alone would create a huge gap between them, and the odds wouldn't be in Jiang Cheng's favour. Last time this feat needed three of them to complete, and in that time Wen Ruohan was out of his mind fron the yin iron poisoning, and the one who delivered the lethal blow was Meng Yao, who stabbet the sect leader in the back, quite literally. So the first option was out of question, wich left him with the second one.

And this is why, he was in a forest, deep in Yunmeng-Jiang territory in the middle of the night, and waited for the man, whose sect burned down his, killed his parents, and destroyed him and his senior brother's life. But he was ready to put away his pride and his personal grievance for saving hundreds maybe even thousands of life. Strictly speaking the Wen sect haven't committed the crimes yet, so he really didn't have any basis for his anger. It was hard, to write the letter in wich he invited the sect leader for this get together, but it wasn't the first time he needed to do something personally taxing for the betterment of his sect. He was used to it.

It didn't mean he wasn't nervous, so when he heard a branch snap ok his left side, he flinched, but he didn't reached for his sword. He gulped, and the other man walked in tk the clearing, closely followed by his ever present shadow, the Core melting hand. It took everything in Jiang Cheng not to react. Even if it was almost two decades ago, he could still feel as the life drained from his limbs, as he lost that extra spark that differentiated cultivators from ordinary people. But he needed to suck it up, and be present. Too much depended on this meeting for Jiang Cheng to be too lost in the past to concentrate on the present.

"What do we have here dear Zhuliu. A young foal decided to take a night run in the woods." The sect leader's voice was mocking, but Jiang Cheng was prepared. He had too thick of a face to feel offended by petty games.

"Sect Leader Wen, thank you for attending this unconventional meeting." Jiang Cheng bowed deeply and saluted with perfect posture. Wen Ruohan just lifted a brow, and stepped a bit closer, so they could have a conversation without needing to shout across the clearing.

"It was an interesting letter, wouldn't you say Jiang Wanyin? One of the big secrets heir sent me a letter, where he demands a meeting, in secret. Amd the most shocking detail, he says I need to cease my plans regarding dominating the cultivation world, and to give up the yin iron or else." Jiang Cheng could feel the power radiating from the other man. He hadn't been sure at the time, about how much detail he should reveal in his letter. He needed the sect leader to take him seriously without falling into an insane rage wich wpuld lead to the Jiang clan extinction. He banked on Wen Ruohan's famous curiosity, and made a horrible gamble. He wasn't sure if it will pay off. He didn't have anything else, but hope it will. The only thing he needed to do now is to see it trough, even if it'll coat him his life.

"I'd like to apologise for the tone of the letter, but I didn't see any other way to get your attention." Jiang Cheng felt his throat closing as Wen Ruohan stepped up right beside him. Towering over his fifteen years old body. He needed to suppress a flinch when he saw as the sect leader lifted his hand. Wen Ruohan reached out toward his face, and Jiang Cheng couldn't supress a shiver when the man cradled his chin. With a little nudge, Jiang Cheng looked straight at the other man's eyes, and then he didn't see anything else, but his living nightmares... his memories.

[carnivorousyandeere]

SFW Alphabet: Ace

CW: mentions of drug use, fighting, killing, depression, risky behavior in general?

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Ace shows affection through physical touch and close proximity to you, always wanting to have his arm slung around your waist or shoulder. He’s also the kind of person to tease the people he likes, so be prepared for him to come up behind you and startle you, things like that. He also verbally teases a lot, especially if you’re reactive (like Cyrus), shy, or short, things like that, but nothing too abjectly mean. Definitely calls you prey-coded things like“human,” or “rabbit.”

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He just sees you, and decides you’re gonna be friends. You don’t have much choice in the matter, sorry~!💕 Wherever you go, he’ll want to go, and he’ll want to drag you to parties and local concerts, etc. Ace can be a real troublemaker– he’s ride or die, and expects you to be too. The chances of ending up with matching mugshots (with him grinning at the camera) are reaaaaal high.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Ace does like cuddling pretty well. His favorites are having you on his lap, or between his legs, and setting his chin down on the top of your head, with his arms around your middle either way. He doesn’t care who sees either, he’ll make you sit like that with him in broad daylight in public and look confused if anybody else is offended by the pda.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

That’s an interesting question; despite the whole rebellious delinquent thing he’s got going on, I do think Ace would like to settle down with you and would even make a decent househusband, being good with cleaning and cooking. He’s a little shy about his cooking skills, but he secretly practices a lot just for you. It makes him really happy if you like what he makes 😊

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

“Pfft, a lover’s spat? How cliché.” He’ll just bring you back, whether you want him to or not, and ‘wait for you to come to your senses.’

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’ll first think about marriage a few weeks or months into knowing you. Ace really likes the idea of getting hitched– and he wants a cool wedding. He’s the kind of guy to make a scrapbook of pictures from the wedding and honeymoon. His personal favorites are of you together on the dancefloor after the ceremony, and pictures of his car with a “Just Hitched ❤️” sign on the back and tin cans tied to the bumper driving into the distance 💞💞

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Ace can be incredibly soft and gentle if you’re genuinely scared, hurt, or sad. Wiping away your tears, offering to bring you food, things like that. Otherwise he can be a little hardheaded and abrasive, especially with his penchant for teasing and startling you 😅

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Ace likes hugging you, especially from behind. Depending on how tall you are, he likes resting his head on top of yours, on your shoulder, or against your back.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Ace will say it a lot to tease you after he’s already gotten on your nerves LOL. It can take him anywhere from two weeks to a few months to say it seriously, depending on other circumstances.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Ace can get really jealous, especially with strangers trying to talk to you. He even gets jealous of the other werewolves, and will often pull you away to cuddle if he misses you. Strangers often get an express trip to the local emergency room or heaven’s door 😇

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Ace’s kisses are often quick and mischievous. He likes catching you off guard with them. Some of his kisses are much deeper and more possessive. He likes kissing you on the top of your head and tip of your nose. He also really likes it if you kiss him on the tip of his nose.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Debatable? Kids think he’s fucking awesome, and he doesn’t do anything to hurt or scare them intentionally, but he’s definitely a bad influence and they might get accidentally injured from like. Him trying to teach them skateboarding or something. Might make a good dad in the future, after settling down more.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Ace isn’t a morning person; if you try to wiggle out of his arms to get up he’ll either pout and give you his best puppy dog eyes, or give you a seductive look– whichever he thinks will convince you to crawl back into bed. He’ll pepper little kisses all over your face if you come back to bed. He does like it if you sit on his lap during breakfast, and he’ll share his food with you 💕

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Ace loves urban exploring at night– aka, breaking and entering, trespassing, etc. He loves the adrenaline rush of it, and he especially loves it if you’re a scaredy-cat and cling to him over every small noise.

He also likes going to bars and parties, but definitely has a penchant for starting fights there.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Ace can be extremely careless with a lot of things, including information about himself and the rest of the wolfpack. Just ask Mason, the poor man’s been on the verge of heart attacks like five times from Ace almost revealing the pack. He is shy about small, innocent things that he likes, though— small moments of softness, like picking a worm up off the pavement and placing it back in the grass so it doesn’t get stepped on, or his fondness for strawberries (/u\)

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Ace is patient with you and only you, although even that has its limits. If you make him angry, he’ll leave to go cool off. Nobody else is so lucky. He gets in fights for fun and the thrill of it, just imagine how much more ruthless he gets when genuinely angry.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Ace won’t forget much, but he also likes playing dumb just to tease you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment would definitely be your wedding, if you get married. Before that, it’s gotta be the first time you let him just casually hold you, or you that you sit in his lap.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Ace likes spooking you and seeing you scared, but he would never want to genuinely put you in danger. He loves protecting you, and he has the force to back it up. If anybody tries to hurt you, they’re gonna end up on a t-shirt, y’know? 😇 Ace also likes it if you try to protect him, he thinks it’s very endearing of you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Ace NEVER forgets an anniversary. He fucking loves them, loves the excuse to be really saccharine and genuine while still hiding behind his tough-guy facade. “Well, y’know, I’d really be a shit boyfriend to forget,” and other little excuses to hide the depth of his softness for you. Gifts are similar– like the wedding scrapbook? That’s what he would give you on your first anniversary. Although you might have found the work-in-progress in his workshop by accident beforehand, he can be a little careless and forgetful after all 😂

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Getting into fights is the biggest one. It might be sweet if they were only fights over your honor and noble stuff like that, but really he’ll fight randos over anything;;; It’s kinda nerve wracking to have him come home all scraped up and bruised, and he’ll just laugh and shrug it off with the stereotypical “you should see the other guy,” line.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not extremely concerned? He knows he’s hot, and his lack of intentional work on his appearance is part of why. He likes the unkempt, grungy look, and pulls it off damn well. It’s like Henry Cavill as Geralt v./ him as Superman, if Ace tried to clean up too hard it would kill the sex appeal 😅 (sorry Mr Cavill but it’s true)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He would be so heartbroken and unable to rest if he ever truly lost you. Ace would never know peace again, pacing from until the small hours of the morning. Eventually he’d waste away from hunger and drugs, not taking care of himself.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

His birth name is Giuseppe, but he goes by Ace because he thinks it sounds a lot cooler. His favorite color is red, and his favorite food is strawberries. He can be a little shy about innocuous stuff he genuinely enjoys though, so you might catch him hiding away to eat his strawberries (with or without powdered sugar, but probably with)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Ace is flexible; there’s not much you could do to scare him off or genuinely annoy him. Although, if you were to side with Mason every time they have a disagreement, it would definitely get under his skin.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Ace prefers sleeping next to you in human form rather than wolf form. He always, always wants to spoon, and doesn’t give a shit which of you is the big or little spoon. He also tends to run hot, and sleeps in thin pajama pants, usually without a shirt. He does tend to move around a lot and sometimes when he does wear a shirt to bed, he’ll wake up to find it crumpled on the floor??

[the-kr8tor]

Im thinking of the fae hobie series and specifically one of the endings. I need hobie to get revenge like so bad, i cant stop thinking about what could happen if he kills that stupid thing. Even if its a little to late since the cycle is already broken and he wont ever see you again. It gets me trying to think of more positive endings begause like what if hobie cant exist without that thing? Like what if the horrible monster thing and hobies lives are like together. Like both of them have to be alive or neither are, and what if hobie doesnt know that. So when hobies going to get revenge and when he kills the thing, it kills him. (I dont know my minds going to a weird place its like 7am in the morning for me almost 8)

I dont know that series kills me (i need more of fae!hobie, i love him so much if it isn’t obvious) it kills me because no matter what just eating the bread just pushes off the nightshade until later, and hobie feels guilty for letting you live but you cant seem to leave him. Even when you do leave him and break the cycle you never truly leave him. You are his heart and it has basically been torn out of his chest. Im trying to like think of more happy endings even if both are bittersweet because reader will always eventually die. (even though their is none, im just tryna cope with the pain that series gives me)

Man that series kills me and i dont even read it on a daily basis (i think about it on a daily basis it doesnt leave my mind)

I could go on a rant about fae hobie. It’s probably gonna be the exact same with the pirate hobie series, cause i just inow that shits gonna be angsty.

Im gonna like have to request for you to just like calm down with the angst and making me cry ao badly/j

The the ttn series is also upsetong but it still ends on a good note, then theirs just the fae!hobie series that says ‘no’

Fae hobie takes up my thoughts and im not scared to admit that (he has made me cry multiple times, whenever im sad now and dont have a reason im gonna blame it on fae hobie)

I love your writing so much, it needs to stop living in my head rent free. I really do love your writing so so much though, even if it makes me sad.

Oh my love, every version of Hobie stays in my mind forever like i really want to make tf a comic or something bc i just love how I plotted that especially my notes were so messy and I still can't believe I didn't fumble the story through my writing.

That's a really great theory! Either way he's already dead inside whether or not he kills it because you're not with him anymore 😞

I specifically made tf the angstiest thing I've written bc i needed to get all the sadness out on paper or I'll burst. And im really glad you still loved it even though it's very sad. (Tf needs more love tbh or angst for that matter) (also writing angst is my specialty before I started writing fluff. Oh if only my og story would see the light one day ☹️)

"you are his heart and it has basically been torn out of his chest" you're so right for that 😭 imagine that but a hundred times over the centuries he's been alive (that line goes hard tho)

I'm really happy that my work has made you feel things bc I've always been insecure in my writing, so thank you so much for showing your love in tf and my other works! This warms my heart ❤️

[undyingembers]

D, I and J for Len and Daeran? ❤️

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Daeran joked about he and Lenarius retiring to a lakeside cottage together after the war was over, but honestly, nothing would please Len even more. Throughout the Crusade, Len has always dreamed of seeing what it would be like when the war was over and the Other dealt with and they can just peacefully live out their lives.

Daeran never thought there would be a future with anyone. When it suddenly became possible, he was just so lost. He knows he wants it to be with Len, but he needed time to figure out how to go from there. For the longest time, he followed Len's lead and advice until he learned to get comfortable with uncertainty and make decisions on his own.

They both wanted marriage, that is for certain. Children was...something they thought they would get to eventually (they certainly never expected five homunculus daughters!). Len also never thought that marriage and love would have been in the cards for him/her because of his/her family telling him/her how no one would want to taint their family with tiefling blood, but here they are.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Leonosa never sought to "change" Daeran. S/he knew who he was and loves him dearly for it. I think I told you about that line after Len refuses to kill Liotr where Daeran says that he appreciates Len helping him become a better person, though it would never work. Daeran never truly changes who he is, but he does develop an appreciation for the way Len always tries to do the right thing. Daeran knows that Len's advice is always sound and that s/he's very dependable, but that's all he's going to get and neither of them would change that.

Likewise, Daeran wouldn't want to change anything about Lenarius either. Daeran likes how dependable and intelligent Leonosa is. He even adores how s/he likes to keep things in order. S/he just goes about it in a way that is very unpretentious and stylish and just so Lenarius/Leonosa that Daeran can't help but be drawn to it. The one thing that perhaps did change when Len met Daeran was that Len has learned to take a few pleasures for him/herself, to not live only for duty or for other people, even if it is to take breaks more often to go read in the quiet.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Not exactly. They both come to accept that the other is very loyal to them.

When/if Len gets jealous, s/he gets very quiet. S/he will quickly excuse him/herself and try not give the situation any attention, even as s/he feels a bout of insecurity. If Daeran seems to be flirting with someone else, Len sees it as one of three things: (a) Daeran is trying to make Len jealous, in which case Len shouldn't encourage that behavior by getting upset; (b) Daeran truly has gotten bored with him/her, in which case trying to win back his favor would be pointless and humiliating and Len may as well escape the situation with some of his/her pride intact; or (c) it is all in Lenarius's imagination and not worth starting conflict over and/or s/he should have more confidence in him. Option B becomes less of a concern when their relationship gets serious, and Daeran learned very quickly that trying to make Len jealous is a terrible idea. Instead of the fun things Daeran thinks will happen (Len confronts them, they get into an argument, and make up), Len instead gets legitimately upset and insecure. Instead of getting attention from Len, it has the opposite effect, making Len shut off and leave the room. Daeran knows not to do it.

Daeran also doesn't get jealous very often. Len is very loyal and has never once strayed for any reason. Sometimes, someone might try to make a move on Len, in which case Daeran would inject some subtle mockery of the other person (while complimenting their taste). More often than not though, such a situation would lead to Daeran feeling confident that others see Len's beauty.

Daeran would tell you that he would never get jealous. After all, everyone should be free to go after whoever they want. Deep down, Daeran would be furious and devastated if Len ever left him for someone else. He's less concerned about Len showing interest in someone else (they can join in!). It's Len leaving that would be horrible for him.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

The two of them are such dorks. We all know about Daeran and the roses and the presents and the grand gestures. Len is also super romantic. His/her gestures tend to be more quiet, but no less grand. Daeran can expect to get gifts of flowers, poems, books, perfumes, bolts of cloth, sweets, and tickets to an opera.

It is super obvious to everyone except themselves. At first, all those gestures were to cover the insecurities each feels about the other (though they do not slow down a single bit when they start to feel more secure). Everyone knows about the gush gushy courtship between the Commander and the Count (though outsiders are no less confused about the true intentions and feelings than Len and Daeran are).

[mando-abs]

Alright after almost having an irrational breakdown over whether or not I’ll see Spiderverse spoilers, I went to go see it

And since @psychedelic-ink wants to talk about it with someone, here are my notes :)

Spoilers below the cut, proceed with caution

My sibling said they knew of a cameo and I thought it was gonna just be J.K. Simmons as J Jonah Jameson (in two universes)

I was surprised that Gwen took up the intro. But I’m not mad about it, just unexpected. Which is exactly what she said “let’s do this differently”

THE RENAISSANCE VULTURE AHHHH so cool. Loved how the style clashed with the rest of the universe

Miles’ mom’s Spanglish is no joke. She would change mid sentence (mid- word???) my (limited) Spanish class knowledge can’t keep up 😭😭😭😭New respect for the Spanglish kids having to decode their parents all the time

Also was Miles’ roommate playing the Spiderman PS2 game? Like the controller was new but I swear it looked like the PS2 game. I understand the new Spiderman PS4 and PA5 game is popular rn so I’d get if it was that instead. I’m just not as familiar with that

I thought from the trailer that the spot was going to be a minor villain and they weren’t gonna show the main villain. But I like how they made him a genuine threat. He’s still a nerd tho

WHEN GWEN’S FATHER TRIED TO ARREST HER OMG. A cop’s a cop

Pavitr is so 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 I love him

His hair is that luscious bc of shampoo and genetics lol. I get that a lot with my complexion. Never had any publicly visible acne, and yes I love flaunting that fact at least once a year so. This is the one

I thought “wouldn’t it be messed up if they reversed this a killed the captain anyways?” And I’m so glad they didn’t. Please let Pavitr continue to be the golden child. He deserves it

AND HOBIE!!!! He hates the AM and the PM (prime minister) lol. The comedic relief we didn’t know we needed. Also he is super hot. Is he a teenager tho? Hold on. Still don’t know. I’m not about to swoon over a teen but he looks over 18 and I have a soft spot for punk guys 😌😌😌😌

Hobie and Mayday is the best pair and they only had a few seconds together. Sad

ALSO, only critique, I was severely lacking in Mayday content. I would like to see the baby. Give me more Mayday

Does this make Miles Mayday’s godfather? Cause I hope so.

DONALD GLOVER AHHHHHHHHHHH

Donald as the big cameo was the best. I audibly gasped. Our hero. Thank you for sparking Miles Morales

Of course I loved the other Sony Peters.

Also I didn’t realize that was PS4 Peter saying “are you talking to me?” during the video game characters in prison. I thought it was Miles

ALSO WAS THE SPECTACULAR SPIDERMAN TALKING TO (I believe) MILES BECAUSE IT LOOKED LIKE IT

Oh! How could I forget the Lego Peter Parker ❤️❤️❤️ I cackled that Miguel said Lego Peter did some of the best work. Like hell yeah he did. Legos don’t mess around 😂

ALSO DID YOU KNOW THE LEGO SEQUENCES WERE ANIMATED BY A 14 YEAR OLD???? Crazy

Moose-teriyo

I know Miguel is trying to to save a whole universe and doing it for the greater good but holy cow man. He’s a child. It’s his dad you’re talking about. He’s not gonna be rational, and don’t ever expect him to. I wouldn’t. Like I don’t care, I just want my dad to be alright.

Also what is his beef with Peter B. Parker? I feel like there’s more there

Miguel’s backstory hurt tho. No wonder he’s traumatized. I’d become the antagonist too (not villain - just the person that gets in the way of the protagonist)

Also who’s the daddy of Jessica’s baby? We only got glimpses of her backstory. Like did she remove herself from the baby daddy? Did he die? Is Miguel the dad? I doubt it but I’m just nosey. I need her specific trauma gimmie gimmie. Jessica having a soft spot for Gwen. Women protecting women. Gotta love it

Is this the first movie to incorporate footnotes? I feel like it is. It’s certainly the first one I’ve seen. Also “I haven’t got a Scooby Doo” is a phenomenal phrase. And I’m so disappointed that the Brits use it and not us. Like, come on. We’re Scooby Doo capital of the world. Every American loves Scooby Doo.

Okay, Miles being an anomaly was a great twist. But wouldn’t his world collapse then? Wouldn’t Earth 42 collapse? Wouldn’t Miles glitch more? If Mike’s was never meant to be Spiderman than why is the multiverse not already erasing itself?

I think Miles and his universe is the key to restoring other universes, especially the ones where the holes were contained.

PROWLER MILES AHHHHHHH

I kinda knew he’d get stuck in a dimension tho with the “don’t get lost” line from mom. But I didn’t expect a world without Spiderman! So cool.

[star-realities]

Bart and his kinda twin-His name is apparently Thad btw-had me make like 50 or so computers then sold them on EBay for like $800 each so they made like $34,700 and split it 42/42/15 I got the 15 since I made the computers and boxes and tape

The bad part of that is that Barry walked into his living room saw his grandkids packaging a bunch of brand new nice looking laptops while I was helping Wally out with a fracture in his wrist that didn’t heal like it was supposed to and he put 2 and 2 together

the GOOD part is I told him there was nothing illegal about me selling my own design of computer and splitting the profit with my little buddies so we’re good! He did find it very sus I was giving them so much though so I’ve been promoted to 33/33/33 and the remaining .3 we’ll either donate or do Bart’s idea which was get it in dollars then hide it in small amounts in the Titans’ bags and lockers as surprise gifts they don’t realize are gifts

He says that usually goes better than how he tried to give them money before which was directly gifting them bags and bottles full of change he finds while running-As it turns out people like being gifted $200 just not when it’s in pennies go figure ❤️⚡️

THAD-???? Sorry hold on give me a moment. Idc anything about the flashes but why is his name THAD???

Don’t let me meet this boy in civilian attire because I WILL be bullying him (IM SORRY /j)

Slay though. Infinite money glitch!!! But DONT give any of that money to Robin. He has WAY more than enough. And he WILL do something nefarious with it. (I’m always here to humble Tim, sorry bestie ily)

Also… Barry mind ur own business (/j I’m sorry don’t kill me king)

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

✍️, ❤️, 🛌, 💌 for postal

FINALLY A BLOOMING BULLETS MOMENT!!

✍️: Overall, how does the fandom trait you? Are you a beloved character, or hated? Are you popular, or a minor side character? Anything in between?

Hopefully I am well loved. I’d like to think I’m balancing everyone out as the most mellow Postal character. I have no other way to say this but my more sweet, lighthearted nature is a huge contrast from the usual game. I am later revealed as a reincarnated angel during a fight against Mad Cow Mike J, which will definitely get me slandered as a mary sue. But nevertheless, I still am capable of having witty humor and a dark streak that’ll keep me comfortably fitting into the universe. And I hope fans will welcome me

❤️: How popular is you x your f/o? Are you a rarepair?

I’m honestly not sure! I exist only in Postal 2 and Brain Damaged and nothing should stop the fans from making their own fun ships with other Postal Dudes or maybe their own OCs. But we’d be the only canon (and hopefully healthiest) couple in the game. Postal 4 is very cool but with me in the picture, the story’s change is completely different from the Edensin storyline.

Most fan tributes of us is from Postal 2. Especially the ending scene from the Mad Mike J fight where I help Dude and Champ escape

🛌: What kind of tropes exist within your ship dynamic?

Some include but are not limited to:

Star-Crossed Lovers

Shy Girl x Protective Guy

Feral Idiot x Tired Idiot in Progress

Chaotic with soft spot x Softie chaos enabler

Sweetheart x Hotheaded

HEAVY BANTER OMG

Angel x Demon (this has more depth than you think)

💌: How do people perceive your dynamic? What might people focus on most? Any misconceptions?

Well, the Dude and long story short go like this: Frenemies -> Best Friends -> Power Couple

We are polar opposites but there’s still some aligned morals that keep us working together. I think it’d finally give him the much needed softness he was secretly looking for his whole life. If it isn’t sweet shipping stuff, it’s probably really batshit comedic art because this is Postal after all. Somewhere out in the multiverse is art of me chasing down the Postal Dude to stop him from killing civilians streaking the town naked.

However, I would not be surprised if fans dare uwu-fied me. I don’t mind being cutesy, but to be uwu-fied is a whole ‘nother kind of cursed. I can be pretty nutty myself, even if it’s only one heavy streak in my personality.

Oh, and did I mention I’m usually the one cleaning up after his messes (both literal and figuratively)? I feel like a lot of fan works will portray me to be the one who has to deal with a gremlin of a man

[milla-frenchy]

The only fic where I wanted them to kiss, more than I wanted them to fuck (even if I wanted them to fuck, of course 😏 because it's raider, right? 🖤)

When one of the men walked in your direction on his way to the woods, the dog jumped in front of you and growled. Joel looked impressed. 

I don't remember if I ever said I loved this dog, but I love him ❤️🐕

Now the fire is keeping you toasty as the sky fades from blue to black. 

I love your writing 🖤

“I thought you’d like that one since it’s a type of gun,” you explain.

I felt bad for both of them, for different reasons. She wanted to please him, and he's hurt? about Tommy

You have Joel wrapped around your finger, and you don’t even know it. You wouldn’t know Joel’s never been like this before. You wouldn’t know Joel’s never made a girl his in the years Carter’s known him. Joel’s always been a man of focus. He’s always been a tough guy. He’s always had a temper, but at this point, he’d tear a man to shreds just for looking at you wrong. It’s scary, and it’s a lot of mess to clean up. Carter’s seen Joel do some crazy shit, but never as crazy as turning one of his own men into a scarecrow for an off-hand comment. Carter knows Joel better than anyone, and it’s clear to him that Joel is crazy about you.

I had to quote this entire paragraph because… it's incredible how much it says about Joel, via Carter. How much Joel loves sweet pea, would do anything for her. You have no idea how much it made me emotional to read this. So, thank you SO MUCH for writing this. I love him even more now (yes, it's possible, even if I didn't know I could). I would defend this man against the whole world if I had to.

the fact that they’re siblings makes you hate her.  

I feel you, sweet pea 😁

"Bet ya could handle anything that comes over that hill," she purrs at Joel. Your nostrils flare. Your eyes are glued to her. You don’t blink. She looks at Joel’s pants and wets her lips.

No way, Jill you bitch 😮😦😤

his eyes sparkle [...] It doesn’t take long for a familiar bulge to twitch under you.  

Good boy, baby, I love you raider 💕💕💕💕💕

“That can’t be comfortable,” she laughs.

“Lemme see it,” Ron demands. 

Excuse me but wtf man? What makes you think you're in charge here?

“I'm only his,” you snap back. She laughs. “And he’s mine,”

I love you so much baby pea 💕💕

“God damn, you're both losin’ it,” Carter mutters to himself.

Yes and it's beautiful 😏🫠❤️😎 (loved how she didn't want Joel to touch her, the same way he didn't want Harold's blood on her 🖤)

You turn back toward the mirror and stroke the ‘J’. “Making it better?”  “Makin’ it. .  .” 

I could have fn cried when he repeats what she said, at this moment, Toxic 🥹

In his bed, in his arms, you finally feel like you can breathe. His arms feel like home in a way that nearly overwhelms you. These are the arms that took you. They hurt you and pushed you away. Would they still? These arms hold you and care for you. They comfort you and kill for you. You hope they never let go. [...] the look on his face says you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

🫠🖤🖤🖤

You savor the fullness and the way your body makes space for him. 

Fuck that's so hot (also, he let her ride him, holy shit!)

He pulls his head back, and your heart barely has time to sink before he leans his forehead against yours and cradles the back of your head.

Oh my fn god... 🫠🫠🫠

You take a deep breath through your nose as his tongue slowly thrusts into your mouth and finds yours. His cock is in your tight, wet cunt, and his tongue is in your soft little mouth. You throb and twitch on his cock, and you're nearly overcome. Your whole body simmers. He wraps his arm tighter around you, and your tits smush against him as he kisses you hungrily, and you kiss back. It’s real, it’s really–it’s real. His hand slides down to grip the back of your neck as your mouths move together, drawing each other in, deeper and deeper, like you need it to live.

Fuuuuck I'm gonna cry it's so sweat and so hot, I can't 🥹

You’ve never seen his face so peaceful. You rest your head and half your body on him. You rest your hand on his chest.  He strokes your back. Then, he lays his other hand on top of yours.  

Fuck, fuck, fuck 🖤🫶 (omg can't believe I wrote all that...)

Bodies.

7.8k, raider!Joel x f!reader

reader has no physical description, pics are for mood

raider master | playlists: raider, sweet pea (smut) SUMMARY: Uninvited guests make a nice evening devolve into disaster, but it recovers, and Joel takes a big step. xoxo A/N: Ty to this ask about flirting; arm anon; @gracieispunk for the B/W pic; @xdaddysprincessxx, @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog, and others who've discussed his name, @javier-penas-wifexx420 for asks, @milla-frenchy for listening, everyone for your patience and support. This would be too long but I appreciate so many of you. @toxicfics for notifications, @toxicrecs for fic recs. WARNINGS: I8+ canon typical violence, tension, possessive/aggressive reader, self-harm scare, references to skin carving scars, hurt/comfort, Joel is a little grumpy, exhibitionism, grinding, dacryphilia, leather choker, bj with ball sucking, unsafe P in V, creampie, obsessive unhealthy toxic dynamic, Joel can hold reader, reader can hang onto Joel. LMK if I missed any.

The dog has stuck around for more than 24 hours now. He's a good dog. He’s working on a duck foot while you, Joel, and Carter eat by the fire. The evening air is cool but mild. The sky is clear. 

Joel and his men spent most of the day working on the van and looking for parts.  The dog sat with you while you read a book. You made a wildflower crown and put it around the dog’s neck. When one of the men walked in your direction on his way to the woods, the dog jumped in front of you and growled. Joel looked impressed. 

-

Now the fire is keeping you toasty as the sky fades from blue to black. 

“Tommy!” you call out to the dog to see if he reacts. 

Carter chokes on his food, but quickly recovers. His eyes are wide.

“What’d you say?” Joel asks, ominously quiet. When you don’t respond, he reaches over to gently turn your head toward him.  The look on his face makes your stomach turn. 

“I thought you’d like that one since it’s a type of gun,” you explain.

“No.” He shakes his head, “I don't like it.” He lets go of your face. “Namin’ the goddamn dog,” he grumbles under his breath. He puts down his plate and stands up.

You’re afraid to ask, but when Joel silently walks off toward the woods, you look at Carter. He asks, “He tell ya anything about his family? His brother?”

Your face is hot and your tummy feels dizzy. “He said he didn’t have any family.” 

Carter raises his eyebrows, then he's quiet for a moment and stares at the ground.  His face becomes studious. 

“What,” you ask. 

“Ain't my place,” Carter looks down apologetically.  

A few seconds later, watching your face, Carter adds the obvious: “I wouldn't go there.”

"Yeah," you whisper.  Anything about his family. The question weighs on you. You really don't know Joel, do you? 

Carter changes the subject. “He’ll come around on the dog.”

You perk up. “You think?” 

Carter nods, then adds, “Sorry ‘bout Daisy,” squinting solemnly. 

“Thanks,” you nod, then can’t resist asking, “Joel wasn’t. . .married, was he?”

Carter shakes his head and doesn’t elaborate. At least there’s that. But still. His family. 

You're unsettled, and you try to distract yourself with other dog names, mentally going through a list. Bullet. Clover. Duck. Joel doesn’t have to know he has a name. 

Apparently, Carter is thinking about the same thing. He tries to cheer you up. “Gun names, huh? Pistol, Rifle--”

“--Rifle??” You crack a smile. 

“Hey, there's no bad ideas,” Carter laughs, and you giggle. 

“What about Bullet–”

��--Shh,” Carter nods toward the tree line. Joel is on his way back. 

As you finish eating, Carter tries to make small talk with Joel to break the tension. Joel doesn't say much. You ask Carter how he makes his jerky, and he walks you through it. It doesn't sound hard. You could probably do it yourself. 

—--Carter—--

The three of you are sitting outside by the fire after dinner. You’re on Joel’s knee, and Joel slides his hand up your dress a little bit. Carter averts his eyes and watches the dog work on his duck foot, making happy little growls and wagging his tail. Hard to say whether you and Joel are about to go inside and fuck, or if Joel’s just copping a feel like he does twenty times a day. 

You have Joel wrapped around your finger, and you don’t even know it. You wouldn’t know Joel’s never been like this before. You wouldn’t know Joel’s never made a girl his in the years Carter’s known him. Joel’s always been a man of focus. He’s always been a tough guy. He’s always had a temper, but at this point, he’d tear a man to shreds just for looking at you wrong. It’s scary, and it’s a lot of mess to clean up. Carter’s seen Joel do some crazy shit, but never as crazy as turning one of his own men into a scarecrow for an off-hand comment. Carter knows Joel better than anyone, and it’s clear to him that Joel is crazy about you.

The dog drops the duck foot, growls and barks, then takes off and runs toward the back of the trailer. You get off Joel’s knee to go after the dog, and Joel’s arm around your middle stops you. As Carter stands up and puts on his rifle, a high-pitched shriek comes from behind the trailer. Joel grabs his rifle off the log, and Carter says, “it’s cool,” holding his hand out. He won’t hesitate to yell if he needs Joel. “Go inside, sweet pea,” Joel tells you. You take your time going. 

Carter goes around the back of the trailer and trains his rifle on two figures cresting the hill. The dog has stopped short of them and is keeping his distance, but he’s still barking and looks ready to pounce, like he’s holding himself back. 

“DON’T MOVE,” Carter booms, then keeps his rifle fixed on the pair and slowly approaches them. When Carter reaches the dog, the dog’s barking fades into a low growl. 

They drop their backpacks and put their hands up. 

“What’re ya doin’ here?” Carter asks. 

The woman clears her throat and follows it with a demure smile.  “Went huntin’, came back ’n our house was taken.” 

Carter nods and looks back and forth between the two of them. They’re both decent looking. Some resemblance, maybe siblings. 

“What do y’all want,” Carter asks, then spits over his shoulder. 

“Nothin’,” the man claims. “Just cuttin’ through on our way to the road.” His eyes pan down Carter’s shoulders and arms. Carter squares his shoulders and adjusts his grip on the gun. 

Carter nods hesitantly. “Can ya hang tight for me? Don’t want ya walkin’ into gunfire.” 

They nod in agreement with a hint of fear. They shouldn’t be trouble. They aren’t carrying much. 

Carter walks backwards for a few slow steps, then nods and turns around toward the trailer. Carter sees you spying in the kitchen window and gives you a reassuring nod as he goes around the trailer to talk to Joel. 

-

"They're alright, I think," Carter tells Joel. 

"What do they want," Joel grumbles.

"Nothin'. . . Cuttin' through on their way to the road."

Joel nods. 

“Lost their house, didn’t say who took it.” 

Joel’s brow furrows and he nods. “Armed?” 

“Not heavily,” Carter answers. 

“Bring’em around. Let’s find out who took their house.”

“You got it,” Carter says. 

—---- 🌸you 🌸 —---

You move to the window facing the yard and the fire pit with logs around it. As they walk around the trailer, you overhear that they’ve been traveling most of the day.  When they stop by the fire, you wait a few minutes, thinking they’ll leave. Then they take a seat, and the woman sits on the log next to Joel’s, on the end of the log closest to him. Your chest tightens. When she smiles at him, you scoff out loud to yourself. You start to go out the front door, then stop and go to the bathroom. You look in the mirror and open the flannel. You run your finger over the faint, healed letters on your skin, and you leave your chest exposed. You adjust your thigh holster, then go outside. 

When the door opens, Carter looks over his shoulder and announces, “There she is.”

Joel introduces you. “This is, uh. . .” 

“Jill,” she pipes in. 

“Ron,” the man nods at you. 

A couple. They must be a couple. They look a little alike, but not enough to be siblings. Joel leans forward with his elbows braced on his knees, hands clasped, connecting with your eyes for a moment, sharing something near a smile before his eyes fade back to serious. 

Joel doesn’t make room for you in his lap, but he doesn’t tell you to go back inside either. He looks alert and on guard. There are four logs and five of you. You sit on Joel’s log and feel satisfied when he doesn’t scoot toward Jill to make more room. He doesn’t mind you being right up against him. Carter’s on the log to your left. Jill talks about their house and what was going on when they got back from their hunting trip. Ron is quieter. He glances at Carter a few times. Jill keeps looking at Joel. She talks too much.

Jill says they saw Infected behind the trailer park. Joel and Carter look at each other. Your stomach twists, but you study her face, and you don’t trust her. Attention. She wants attention. She wants Joel’s attention. Joel is better than Ron – bigger, stronger, better looking. There were no Infected. She’s making it up for attention. 

Everyone is quiet for what feels like a full minute. You look her dead in the eye and break the silence with a soft, matter-of-fact, “No you didn’t.”  Joel gives you a cautionary look, and you add, “We would’ve seen'em. We were there yesterday.” 

Jill raises her eyebrows, bemused.  “Just one,” she admits with a little smile. “My brother took care of it.” She nods to Ron, and the fact that they’re siblings makes you hate her.  

“Where,” Joel asks flatly. You wish he wouldn’t speak to her at all. 

“Woods behind the junkyard,” she answers. “Thought ya’d wanna know,” she shrugs. It’s quiet again. Nothing but the fire crackling and the dog growling happily. 

“Thanks,” Carter mumbles. 

Jill’s gaze lingers on Joel. She seems pleased with herself. Joel looks away, sits back, and crosses his arms. Now she’s checking out his arms as they bulge out with his hands under them. Your heart races. Anger simmers under your ribs. 

"Bet ya could handle anything that comes over that hill," she purrs at Joel. Your nostrils flare. Your eyes are glued to her. You don’t blink. She looks at Joel’s pants and wets her lips. Your heart skips a beat. It feels like a personal attack. You pop up from the log. 

Joel makes room in his lap and looks at you as he replies, "Carter here could handle'em, too,” with a nod to his left. 

Joel must have expected you to sit on his knee like you were before they showed up.  He clears his throat as it becomes clear you’re going to fully straddle him. His nose twitches and his eyes sparkle. He puts his arms around you loosely. His hands rest on your back to help you balance. You scoot closer and he helps you settle in so your crotch rests on his. Your head is in the crook of his neck, facing toward Jill to keep an eye on her. It doesn’t take long for a familiar bulge to twitch under you.  

Your arms are around Joel. Your hand runs over the handgun in the back of his pants, and he tenses. 

Jill has the nerve to speak again. “That can’t be comfortable,” she laughs.

“You can’t be serious,” you snap back. 

“Shhhh,” Joel whispers into your hair. “‘S’okay, baby.”  

“I’m comfortable,” you tell Joel.

“I know, sweet pea.” He nuzzles his nose at the top of your ear. “‘s’okay, baby,” he whispers. You rock your hips into him, feeling him grow harder. He pulls you tight, adjusting your weight. He moves one hand to your thigh. You grind yourself into him and he lets out a little “mm.” 

“Um, okay,” she mumbles in disgust. 

You snarl and turn your head away from her, back toward Joel. Then you turn your head toward Carter. Carter is absentmindedly examining the bite on his hand. Ron is spaced out, watching Carter’s face. Then, his eyes fall down to Carter’s lap. 

“You’re bit,” Jill announces. “Ron, he’s bit!” 

Ron snaps out of his daze, sits up self-consciously, and when his eyes fall on Carter’s hand, his face hardens.

Carter protests, “It’s not–” 

“--It was the dog,” your head snaps back toward Jill. “It doesn’t look anything like Infected.” She just wants attention. She wants drama. 

“It was the dog,” Joel repeats, unamused. It sounds like a warning. Joel’s hand on your thigh nudges the gun loose from your holster. Your hand wraps around the handle of the gun in the back of Joel’s pants. 

“Lemme see it,” Ron demands.  He stands up and points his gun at Carter.  He snarls with a look of disgust. His face has completely transformed since a moment ago.

“SIT DOWN,” Joel booms and grabs the gun out of your holster. 

Carter starts to offer, “I’ll show-”

“No ya won’t,” Joel snaps as he stands up with you still wrapped around him. Joel points the gun at Ron. “Come into my yard, orderin’ us around?” Joel’s deep voice vibrates in your ear, then he whispers, “Go inside,” as he tries to let you down. You take the gun out of the back of his pants. “Inside, now.” You put your feet on the ground. 

“Nobody owns this land,” Ron laughs. 

“C’mon, man, y’all know how it works,” Carter seems to try to de-escalate. “Show some respect.” 

You slowly, carefully recede into the shadows, but you don’t go inside.  

Jill points her gun at Carter and demands, “Show us.” With everyone else’s eyes fixed tensely on each other, you can approach her from behind, undetected.  Two guns are pointed at Carter and one at Ron. Carter reaches for his rifle, and Ron braces his own gun with both hands. Ron cocks the hammer, and you quietly approach Jill from behind. 

Ron adjusts his finger on the trigger, and Joel shoots him in the head.  Jill screams. 

It all happens in an instant: You lunge forward, tackling her to the ground, making her drop her gun.  You could shoot her in the head, but something makes you toss your gun aside. You can't stop yourself from putting your hands around her throat.  She claws at your chest and breasts. She slaps you, and it stings.  You elbow her in the face, keeping one hand on her neck. She keeps clawing at you. “Stupid whore,” she spits. 

“I'm only his,” you snap back. She laughs. “And he’s mine,” you pant and put your palm over her face, covering as much of it as you can, putting all your weight on her.  Before she can bite you, Joel’s massive hands are firm around your arms, pulling you off. You resist, and he wraps an arm around your middle. 

“‘S’okay,” he repeats as he pulls you off, and lifts you into standing.  “Go inside.”

You hesitate and he firmly adds, “Now. I'll handle this.” He gives you a look that says he means it.  Then he turns his attention to Jill.  She coughs as you walk away. She whimpers and plays up how injured she is. Pathetic. 

“Hey,” Joel’s voice softens for her.  “You’ll be alright,” he tells her. You glance back and he’s what? He’s straddling her. He has his hands on her face. Is he . . .stroking her hair? You can’t see well enough. Your chest burns, and you start to turn around completely, wanting to approach them.  

But Carter whispers, “C’mon, let’s go,” and gently takes your elbow. 

Maybe it’s for the best. You walk with Carter in a daze. Maybe you were seeing things. No, Joel is comforting her. Your Joel is straddling and comforting the woman who just slapped you and called you a whore. 

“It's okay,” Joel reassures Jill again, then you hear the loud crack of her neck snapping. 

You feel a lot of things. Joy, relief, guilt–not for being happy, but for doubting Joel. 

Carter opens the trailer door and you go inside. 

-

For a few minutes, you just sit at the table. Your relief at Jill’s demise quickly fades when you realize she died thinking Joel liked her. Joel acting sweet with her even for a few seconds was more than she deserved. 

Now you can't calm down. All your muscles are tense. You start to cry, then you go to get a glass of water. Your hand is shaking and you can hardly hold the glass. You want to throw it, but you put it down, still empty, on the counter. You take a deep breath, bury your mouth in your shoulder, then scream as loud as you can, until you're out of air and your throat is sore. You cough and spit over the sink, nauseous from the effort. Then you slump down onto the kitchen floor in tears. 

Almost as soon as you hit the floor, the front door opens. It's not Joel, it's Carter. 

“What happened?” Carter rushes over to you.

“Where's Joel?”

“Haulin’ a body.” 

“Which body? Don't let him touch her!”

He looks at you, stunned for a second, then says, “Not hers.” 

“You promise?” you try to choke back tears. 

“God damn, you're both losin’ it,” Carter mutters to himself. Then he hesitantly reaches for your shoulder. “Shhh, it's okay.” 

You lunge toward him on your knees and let yourself fall onto his chest.  He looks over his shoulder then hesitantly hugs you. “Okay,” he whispers with his hands very lightly touching your back but not resting their full weight. He gives you a moment, then clears his throat. “I've gotta. . . ” He lets go, stands up, and fills the glass of water.  “Here.” He puts it on the table, then comes back to you. 

“Been a long day, huh?” Carter asks. He squats down and takes your elbow in his hand. “C’mon.” You wipe your eyes on your flannel and stand up. He guides you to the table with his hand on your back and pulls out a chair for you. He leaves you at the table with your water. 

—--

You sit there for a minute, sipping your water. Then go to the bathroom to splash your face. You stop crying. You fix your hair. But your eyes are still misty.  You look at your chest in the mirror. She scratched you. You can see a couple of her scratch marks better than Joel’s name. Your chest heats up as you stare at it, and your heart beats faster. You take calming breaths. You want her to go away. You don’t want anyone on your skin but Joel. You dab your chest with a cold washcloth. The worst scratch is right over the ‘J’.  

You open the medicine cabinet, don’t find anything useful, and close it. You go to the kitchen and find a pocket knife in one of the drawers. You bring it back to the bathroom and open the sharpest blade. What if you just. . .if you make the ‘J’ a little better, maybe. It’s like she goes away.  How should you do it? You look down at yourself. You can’t really see. You look in the mirror and bring the knife to your chest. The hand-eye coordination is hard in the mirror.

You’re looking in the mirror, holding the pocket knife in your hand, when the front door opens and slams shut. Joel’s boots thud, then stop. He says your name.  “You okay?” 

You sniffle.  He approaches the bathroom door. It's not shut. You move toward the door to shut it, but you're too late. Joel stops it from closing. He's so much stronger than you, he pushes it open with ease, then his arms wrap you in a hug and the force of it walks you backward toward the sink. 

You still have the knife open in your hand. As his arms tighten, you whisper, “Careful,” and hold your hand away. 

He pulls away, looks you over, and looks at your hand. “Hell are ya doin’,” he mutters. 

You turn back toward the mirror and stroke the ‘J’. “Making it better?” 

“Makin’ it. .  .” 

Your eyes water again as you face the mirror fully. Joel turns toward the mirror, too, standing behind you. You run your fingers over your chest with one hand and hold the knife with the other. 

Joel's face changes when he realizes what you're doing. He grabs your wrist so hard you reflexively drop the knife and it clatters into the sink. “No.”

He picks it up, closes it, and puts it behind the faucet. He looks at your face in the mirror. “Can't let ya do that.” 

“You said people can’t see it.”

“Told ya we’d figure somethin’ else out.”

“Like what?” 

Joel runs his hand over your chest, and his thumb lingers on the scratch over the J. His nostrils flare, his head tilts down, and his eyes darken under his brow. “This from her?”

You nod.

Joel sighs and steps over to the bathtub. He starts a shower. He takes his shirt off over his back. You back away toward the door, and start to give him some space.

“Whoa, nuh-uh” Joel stops you. “Did I say leave?” 

“Sorry.”

“Take your clothes off.” He sits on the toilet to untie his boots, then slips out of them and takes off his socks. 

“Ya know, ya came out there. Got her all worked up,” he grumbles. What? That’s not fair.

“I just wanted you.”

“You were starin’ right at her, sweet pea.”

“I just wanted to be on you, wanted to touch you,” you insist. 

“She wanted her grubby hands on you.”

“You think that's what she wanted?”

“And she got it, didn't she?” Joel asks rhetorically, eyes fixed on your chest again. He clenches his jaw at the sight of her touch. He nods toward the shower. “That’s yours.”

“Can I have a bath?” You know it’s a long shot. He’s not in the mood to wait for water to boil. 

“Fire's out and we’re outta gas.  Gonna be cold either way.”  

You brace yourself for the water. Joel remains seated on the closed toilet and holds your hand to help you balance as you step into the tub. You're far enough back that the water only hits from your abdomen down. It's not quite as bad as you expect, but gives you a chill all over. He scans your body as it prickles in goosebumps and your nipples pebble. He reaches behind you for the soap, then lathers a washcloth. He starts with your chest. The scrape stings. 

“She wanted you, not me,” you mutter, wincing at the echo of your own words under the light beating of the water. Joel slows down and you continue, “She was looking at you, not me.” He stops the washcloth on your clavicle. Lather pours between your breasts and trickles down your sternum. 

Joel squints at you, looks from your mouth to your tits, swallows, and refocuses on the task, adjusting the washcloth in his hand. 

“Don’t gotta worry ‘bout that, sweet pea,” he murmurs and begins to slide the cloth slowly across your skin. 

It’s nice to hear, but it’s not enough. Your eyes feel weak. “Well, I do worry about it,” you croak and feel the tears coming back. 

He adjusts himself, then sighs. “You always cry in the shower?” 

The coldness stings.

“Are you mad at me,” you ask shakily.

Joel curses himself under his breath. His brow furrows at your breasts and he braces his wet hand on his knee. “No, baby.” His eyes rise to meet yours, and he cups your cheek. “No. . .Just tired. . .” He searches your face. “Too many bodies in those woods. Gettin’ old.” You sniffle. You start mentally going through the bodies, and your head hurts at the thought. Joel says, “and ya can’t get in my shot like that, sweet pea.” You relax a little more. Your tears wane at the thought that he was already planning to kill her. 

Joel stands up, hands you the washcloth, and starts to undo his jeans. You watch his pants come down over his crotch, a sight that always makes your breath hitch. “Face the water,” he mumbles, and you obey, staying far enough back not to get your head wet. He braces his hand on the far wall of the shower and steps in, squeezing between you and the back of the tub. You inch forward to make room. His feet are spread around yours and his hands rest on your hips for a moment. He presses his lips into the crown of your head, then reaches around your front to take the washcloth from you. 

Joel presses himself up against your back, then continues to wash your chest. He soaps up your breasts again, then cradles one with his bare hand as he washes your trunk. You look down and watch the suds slide down your body. He washes your hips, your thighs. You’re grateful for the warmth of his groin against you. He turns you to the side and washes your sides, under your arms, your back, your ass, your legs. Then he tells you to rinse off while he washes himself. He steps all the way under the cold water without so much as flinching.  When he’s finished, he rinses off, turns off the water, and wraps you in a hug. The water rolls off your skin and the faucet drips as you stand there in his arms.

After a few minutes, Joel’s deep voice slices through the silence. “Carter's stayin’ tonight. Wait here.”  This unsettles you because you imagine Joel must be worried about something to have Carter stay. Did he believe her about the Infected?

Joel wraps a towel around himself and leaves you in the bathroom with your own towel.  You look in the mirror for a moment, then quickly avert your eyes from your reflection.  

Joel returns with clothes for you. He’s in plaid pj pants and a white t-shirt. Both are too small on him. His pockets are puckered.  You smile at the sliver of skin between his pants and shirt, and he asks, “What?” 

You shrug. “You’re wearing pjs.” 

“Yeah? Well I ain't wearin’em long,” he murmurs and you feel a twitch of need. “You're gonna finish what ya started out there.” He looks at you darkly. “Got it?”

You bite your lip and nod as desire throbs between your legs. 

“That means I ain't doin’ it, you are.” 

Your chest flutters with butterflies. 

He rests a flannel on his shoulder, while he holds up your nightie for you. You lift your arms and he puts it over your head.  He pulls it down and pats your butt. “Want it that bad. . .” He holds the flannel up for you and you stick your arms in. He brings his mouth to your ear. “Gonna show me how bad.” 

The front door opens and shuts. 

“All good?” Joel yells. 

“All good,” Carter answers, then exaggerates a loud yawn. 

“Blankets in the closet,” Joel yells. 

Joel brushes his teeth and leaves you to get ready for bed. 

-

Joel returns just as you're finishing up. He shoves his hand in the puckered pocket of the pj pants and pulls out something brown and strappy that looks small in his hands. It looks like a piece of your holster, but thinner, more delicate. His brow furrows at it and he swallows.  He sits on the closed toilet seat again. 

“What is it?” you ask. 

“It's. . .” He looks at your chest. “C'mere.” You step forward. He holds the object against his thigh and with his other hand, he traces the letters on your chest. “It's better than tryin’ to . . .�� he trails off. He looks at your face, then back to your chest and caresses it again. “Better than this.” Your heart swells. He doesn’t want to hurt you. He doesn’t want you to hurt you. 

He looks at the object in his lap. 

“It's for me?”

He nods. He takes a deep breath and fiddles with the belt-like closure. “Can wear a sweater or whatever, and still. . .” 

“Lemme try it on.”

He searches your eyes. “Really want to?” 

You nod.

He stands up and guides you to the sink. He stands behind you as you both look in the mirror. He wraps it around your throat. Your breath hitches when you see his name in careful, bold lettering, clear but imperfect. It’s an odd sensation, having something around your neck, but the back of it is soft against your skin. It’s smoother and more delicate than the holster is on your thigh. 

“It's beautiful,” you tell him as he concentrates on putting it on you.  

He's gentle and careful. He fastens it with enough room to breathe and swallow. You look at it in the mirror, and the fact that he made it makes you emotional. “You made it,” you whisper.

He nods. “Don't gotta wear it all the time, but-”

“I love it.” 

“Yeah?” he turns you around with his hands on your hips, and his gaze devours your form from head to toe. “Well, God damn. . .Looks good on ya, too.” 

You wrap your arms around him and he hugs you close. He leans back to see you wearing the choker.  “Let's go to bed.”

—-—--

You take off the flannel and get in bed. You bury your head in your pillow. Joel wraps you in his legs and arms, muscles straining his pajamas as he holds you in the dim room. His big, warm hand strokes your back. His body is like a furnace. You take deep breaths. In his bed, in his arms, you finally feel like you can breathe. His arms feel like home in a way that nearly overwhelms you. These are the arms that took you. They hurt you and pushed you away. Would they still? These arms hold you and care for you. They comfort you and kill for you. You hope they never let go. 

It doesn't feel like you were ever really home before him, and it's impossible to imagine an after. There is no after. You're his. In the cruel, awful world, he carved out this space just for you. He kisses your forehead. You pinch your eyes shut and a tear runs down your cheek. It's a tear of relief. You press your cheek into his white t-shirt and his warm package twitches against you. He pushes his hips into you only slightly, and keeps holding you. You focus on his breathing and the beat of his heart. 

You wedge your hand between your bodies. Your knuckles slide down your abdomen, and your palm skims his tummy on its way to his pants. You cradle the warm bulge in his flannel. You press your palm into it and he grunts softly as he presses his hips forward. Then he wraps an arm over you.  He rolls onto his back, taking you with him. You're on top of him, and your heart flutters as his words from the bathroom echo. That means you’re doin' it. 

-

You come to your knees, and he watches you curiously as you straddle him. You lower yourself so your panties meet his flannel, and the warmth of his bulge sends a shock to your chest. You lightly grind against him and watch his chest rise and fall as his cock swells against your neediest place. His hips lift and his eyes gloss over as he watches you move on him. You must be a vision – swollen, misty eyes, scratched up chest – but the look on his face says you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. 

That means you're doin’ it.  

You scoot back so you’re straddling his thighs.  You bring your hand just above his waistband, and your thumb traces his happy trail up under his t-shirt to his belly button, bringing the shirt up with you. You use both hands to push it up and he asks, “Want this off?” 

“It's okay,” you shake your head. “Just like to see this. You slide your hand down his stomach, once again running your thumb through the hair leading to his groin. You run your hand slowly up and down it a few times and feel his muscles tense under the light padding of his tummy. The bulge in his pants becomes more of a tent. His tummy flexes as he rises up enough to take the shirt off anyway.

“What else ya like?” He asks. By now, he knows. Oh God, does he know.  But he must want to hear it. He must want to see it, feel it. He wets his bottom lip. You back up down his legs and take his flannel pants down. His cock bounces free, and for a moment, you dismount him entirely.  Once the pjs are down below his knees, he kicks them off the rest of the way as you take off your underwear. He sucks in air through his nose as he watches you. He's still, and he’s quiet, but the look on his face is more pain than patience. 

You straddle his legs, bend at the hips, and rest your elbows on either side of his hips. You take his cock in one hand, then bring your lips to the head. He's still not at full mast. Not for him. For another man, this might be as hard as it gets, but not Joel. You suck the tip into your mouth. A masochistic part of you imagines how many women might have sucked this cock. You have, too, of course. But you want to outdo them all. You suck as much of it into your mouth as you can, and he sucks in a shaky breath as you furrow your brows and close your eyes. You suck from the back of your mouth, and your throat gurgles obscenely as his tip nudges it, then you gag. His hand rests gently on the side of your head. “You’re okay.” 

You lock eyes with him as you slowly let his shaft out of your mouth. A string connects your lips to his tip until you wipe your mouth with the back of your wrist. You hold his shaft in a loose fist, thumbing his dorsal vein as you turn your attention to his balls. You cup his balls, then lick a stripe up the seam of his sack, and his hand grips the fitted sheet. When you look up at him, he releases the sheet. Your tongue circles his left nut and he closes his eyes. You have your free hand braced on his upper thigh, near where it meets his torso, and you can practically feel the blood rushing to his cock. His eyes meet yours again, and his brows are furrowed. 

“Can I have them in my mouth,” you ask and he nods encouragingly. 

You take one into your mouth and circle your tongue around it. You let it rest on your tongue then give it a gentle suck and he breathes, “oh God damn.” It’s fuzzy and soft and feels nice in your mouth.

You pinch your eyes shut and sigh, “Mm,” with your mouth full. You move to the other one, careful and gentle.  “Ohh,” he moans a little louder than you expect, and you pause. 

You look toward the bedroom door nervously, and take your mouth off. You’re about to remind him about Carter, but he cuts you off, “Shhh,” before you can. 

You lick all around his balls again, and his cock throbs angrily in your hand. You suck a ball into your mouth. You want both, but there’s no way you can do it without scraping him with your teeth, so you don’t. 

Instead, you return your lips to his tip and feel yourself throbbing as you suck his shaft into your mouth. When you look up, he’s shaking his head no.  

“This aint what ya wanted, baby.”

“Is it good?” you ask. 

“Yeah. It's good, sweet pea. . .The best.” His thumb brushes your temple. He moves his fingers to tilt your chin up to look at him.  “But this ain't what ya want *really* want.”

“Wanna make you feel good.”

“Yeah? You were bouncin’ on my cock out there, just to make me feel good?”

You twitch and swallow and your chest flutters with desire.  

“What’d I tell ya in the bathroom?”

“I'm gonna finish what I started”

“That’s right,” he nods. 

His cock is raging hard. You’re throbbing and gushing for it. You give the tip of it one last kiss, then get up on your knees and take your time positioning yourself over it. You press his tip against your most sensitive place for a moment and let out a whimper. The contact makes you ache for him. 

—

Joel cradles the backs of your thighs as you hold his cock. You look down as you move forward just a little more, then nestle his cockhead at your dripping hole, the very tip of it prodding just barely inside. You’re more than wet enough. You brace your hands on his tummy, near the bottom of his ribs.  Then, you begin to sink down with a whimper, letting his cock spread you open.  He growls, “God damn.”  You're biting your lip, with his big cock stretching you already. 

He nods, “go on, you can do it.” You lift yourself up and bend slightly forward, tilting your hips. He sucks in air through his teeth. He grabs your hips, and you groan as he pulls you down. “Fuck,” he breathes heavily. He loosens his hands on your hips, then moves them to your thighs. You sit still on his cock with your body angled slightly forward, your clit pressing into his pubic hair.  You savor the fullness and the way your body makes space for him. 

You brace your hands on his chest and begin to move yourself. “Good girl,” he whispers with a gentle thrust of his hips. You whimper as his length nudges deep inside, and his hips lift you. 

You lift your ass and let most of his length out, before swallowing it up again and moaning with the delicious stretch. You slowly move yourself, and when you whimper, you feel his nipples harden under your hands. You palm his pecs as you ride his cock.  His chest rises with deep breaths as you fuck him. His eyes keep drifting to his name wrapped around your neck.

You try to be quiet, biting your lip, but you still let out little moans, you can't help it.  So does he. “Ohhh, baby—ohh.” His sounds are desperate, from deep in his chest. 

“Ya do it good,” he whispers. He cradles your ass in his massive hands and begins to move you on him, a little faster than you were going. He watches your breasts move under your nightie.  He lifts up the hem of your nightie to watch your cunt swallow his length, and he groans softly. You pause and take it off, then start moving again. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, then his hands return to your ass, gently guiding your rhythm. He clenches his jaw, and you can tell he's trying not to take over entirely. 

“C’mere a minute,” he murmurs. 

His tummy pudges and wrinkles over his flexing abs, and his fingers dig into your ass cheeks as he sits up. He wraps his arms around you and turns to face the edge of the bed with his legs hanging off. “Hang on,” he murmurs. “Hang on, baby.” He holds your back with one arm, stands up slightly, and pulls at one of your thighs. You adjust your position so you’re seated instead of kneeling and your bent legs wrap loosely around him. Without the leverage of your knees on the bed, it’s up to him.

You have your arms around his neck and your face against his cheek. Your lips pull like a magnet to the skin just below the dark, curly hair on his head.  You plant a kiss on his neck and suck lightly. He exhales vocally. He hugs you into him and moves you up and down. He’s doing it all now. You both sigh and moan as his cock fills you up. 

Then, he loosens his arms and slides his hands to your shoulder blades. He hooks his thumbs under your arms and breathes, “Lemme see ya for a minute.” 

You hesitantly let him pull you away from his body, missing the heat of his chest against yours. 

“Ain't gonna drop ya, sweet pea.” 

You relax some of your weight into his hands, and he brings you all the way down so you're lying face up with your lower back on his lap. His hands under your arms hold you steady as he thrusts into you, like your body is a warm, wet sleeve for him. You let your head fall back in pleasure. He grunts as he moves you, and you look again to see him snarl. He looks down and watches his cock disappear again and again.

“God damn you feel good,” he whispers. His eyes roam from your eyes to your lips, to your choker, to your tits. He watches where your bodies are joined as he keeps thrusting into you, making you feel like no one ever has. Then his eyes drift up your body again. He slows down. His hands tighten, and he grunts as he brings your body upright again. Your breasts meet his chest. Your arms wrap around his neck again as he hugs you.  Your cheek rests against his jaw, and his scuff scratches you pleasantly. “Always so good,” he breathes, moving you on his cock. His breath is warm against your ear. “Ohh baby,“ he sighs. 

He tilts his chin to look up at the ceiling, and you latch onto his neck. He braces a hand on the bed and his hips lift under yours as you grind your body into his. “Yeah,” he sighs. “Oh, God, baby. You're–you’re so good for me,” he pants, barely above a whisper. “Ohhh–so good, sweet pea.” 

You release his neck with a whimper. He cradles your head with one hand, and his cheek returns to yours. 

As you ride him, his head slowly drifts back, so his breath is on your cheek instead of your ear. Your lips are dangerously close, and Joel doesn't pull away. Your mouths get closer while your bodies move as one. Soon, the corners of your lips are touching. You breathe and moan against each other's mouths. Your lips tingle at the closeness, and all you want is his mouth on yours. It feels so close. The sides of your mouths move against each other. It’s enough, just feeling his lips. You want more, but it’s enough, for now. He pulls his head back, and your heart barely has time to sink before he leans his forehead against yours and cradles the back of your head. Your mouths loosely connect, with his lower lip hitching on your upper lip every time you slide down his cock. You breathe each other’s breath. Your noses touch. His bottom lip tenses, and his mouth follows yours, not letting your lips slip away. You moan softly against his mouth, pinching your eyes shut, resisting the urge, resisting it.  

Then, Joel presses his open lips against yours. His lips drag lightly, clockwise, then they truly embrace you. As your mouths seal together, you half-moan, half-whine, “Mmm.” His lips are strong and desperate, pulling on yours like a hug. You can feel him taking your air and your spit. He sucks it right out of you, replacing it with an even more desperate need for him. You’re having him, you’re having all of him, but you can never have enough. Arousal floods your body. It gathers deep in your gut and bubbles up to your chest.  You take a deep breath through your nose as his tongue slowly thrusts into your mouth and finds yours. His cock is in your tight, wet cunt, and his tongue is in your soft little mouth. You throb and twitch on his cock, and you're nearly overcome. Your whole body simmers. He wraps his arm tighter around you, and your tits smush against him as he kisses you hungrily, and you kiss back.  It’s real, it’s really–it’s real. His hand slides down to grip the back of your neck as your mouths move together, drawing each other in, deeper and deeper, like you need it to live.  

“Mmmm,” you whine at your imminent peak. 

“Mm,” he grunts into your mouth as you twitch again on his cock.  His tongue slides against yours, and the tension boils over violently, erupting from your core out to every inch of your body. Your walls clench, and you don't want to let go of his mouth, but your body jerks. Your lips begin to break away with a moan as you spasm on his cock. He holds you there by your neck. Your mouths stay half connected, and you breathe and moan against each other. Time freezes and waves of pleasure ripple through your core. Then, Joel’s thick cock twitches in the embrace of your spasming cunt. “Ugghh,” grunts, then his lips take yours again. “Mmmm.” He erupts, and you're still not finished. He holds you still, holds you tight. His hips lift slowly into you as his cock pulses. Massive bursts of warmth flood your core, and he kisses you slowly but needily as he comes. The kiss becomes sloppy. You both breathe through your noses, but your mouths still disconnect for split seconds, breathing each other’s humid breath.

When Joel finishes emptying his load into you, he gently pulls his lips from yours to take a deeper breath. He leans back and collapses on the bed. You sit there on his cock, still twitching, and your hand drifts to your tingling lips. His hands rest on your thighs. You watch his chest expand with air, and you watch his face. He opens his eyes, then silently motions c’mere with both hands. You fold at your hips and hug him. As you settle in, he strokes the nape of your neck. His chest rises and falls under your cheek. He unfastens the leather choker for you. You were planning to sleep in it, but now that he’s kissed you–and it was more than that, it felt like more–you don't feel quite as desperate for the tangible reminder that he wants you. You have it. Your lips are buzzing. Your whole body is. You can feel it in your bones. 

-

After a few minutes of caressing you, Joel murmurs, “Let's get some sleep.” 

You both get under the covers. He lies on his back. You’ve never seen his face so peaceful. You rest your head and half your body on him. You rest your hand on his chest.  He strokes your back. Then, he lays his other hand on top of yours.  

Soon, you drift off to the sound of him lightly snoring. 

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So, I was writing this one when I took the detour to let Carter jack off lmao: He's only human.

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[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

AUOGH this review is already killing me xD

Hey at least there's Parknik xD

And baby Steve :DD!!

AAAHHHHHHH FIRST NEW CONTENT :DDD I'M NOT OKAY!!

Hmm I bet it's like changing the baby's diaper or something huh

YEP LOL

Iconic <3

Slay Shawn :D xD

Lol Steve's just vibing xD

OH and of course!!

Hi Shawn :DD!!!

Hi Lea 🥰!

Hi Steve :')))!!!

(tears bc he's so adorable)

Aww 10 minutes of snuggles :')) very nice is such a mood

Okay Shawn you will have to relax eventually bc it'll be hard to multitask but yeah I get it xD

Aww reading a medical book together xD

AAHHH yes I am also ready to say hi to everyone lol :))

Awww "I will miss you both" 😭😭❤️ y'all I'm not ready for this

It just makes me think of this season ending aaaahhh xdd 😭

AAAOUGHAUOGH THEM WALKING PAST EACH OTHER

Hi Glassman :D

Just btw xd but AAHHHH THAT HURT ME 😭😭

AAAHHHHHH THE INTROOO 🤩🤩😭😭❤️

First last/last first intro xdd anyway I love them <33

Hi Morgan :)!!!

Hi Park :D!!

Hi Eden 🥰

(that is her name right xd)

Aww uh oh :(( poor bb

Oop y'all 😳 remember equal parenting if that's what you're gonna do xd

Hi Jordan :DD!

AAAHHHH IT'S MY BOY

Sorry I'm fine lol

(I'm not sorry)

Hi Asher 🥰🥰!

"It's been today for like a whole 8 hours" dang XDD

Oop okay!! Good for them, glad they're still texting :))

Ayyy my besties hanging out :DD

Please no TOOO questionable decisions

What surgery xD

SFLGHDKHGS "No longer joined at the hip" J O R D A N that was illegal. slay girlie

Anyway AAHH Jerome mention :D lovely <33 (as in he is my lovely)

But yes besties :))

These two cannot get through a conversation without destroying each other. Love that for them

Yes thank you less questionable decisions xD

No don't call it that lol

Hi Kalu :)!

Ope xD I bet he'll go out with them eventually

Or he has a good reason

AAHH yes Papa Murphy :DD

AWWW immediate and hardcover (ykwim, physical) photos of Steve :'DD stop that's so cute <33

Slfkghsk the theme

Slay we love the books <3

Oop is he not on the schedule?

Ayy slay for Marcus :D

Hi Lim :))!!

Hi Dalisay!!

Happy for y'all Dalisay 🥰🥰

I hope it's not Lim girlie goes through enough xdd

Oop hopefully it's not a guy who sucks

Carefullll Shawnnn

Aww okay but don't rub it in Shawn xdd

Aww I hope he's okay :((

Uh oh

I hope he can get the transplant D:

OPE hi guys o.o

I mean at least it's only been two weeks though

Aww the whole name thing xd 😭😭

Not okay tyvm <33

Like Shaun being impressed the Lea revealing the middle name :')) I think Glassman suspected even if he didn't believe it though <3

Lol yeah he has nothing going on xD

He is beautiful 😭😭

Oh no Eden D:

Poor baby :(((

Didn't mean the baby part too literally but yk xd

Aww bb :((

Why are y'all looking so fashionable btw lol

I mena they always are but yk xD

Anyway hmm Park's being quieter

Hopefully Morgan doesn't cut him out-

OPE

Uh oh 😳

This is gonna become a thing at some point xd

And you're letting someone who knows you do it lol?

Oop of course yes Glassman! He can't operate anymore so might as well :D

Agh glad Glassman doesn't like this O'Brien guy either xD

Hmm I wonder how he'll solve it

I figured he'll end up doing it or put someone in but we'll see

Oop hi guys :))

Bb <33

So many babies this episode I'm gonna die xdd especially when they start being in danger 😭

Oop he's refusing her again 👀 I wonder if it's bc of Perez?

Oh no D:

oPE gosh xD

Maggots lol

Aww the comparison/the way it was phrased is sweet :')

The mom is beautiful btw

Aww guys :'((

Park please don't bring up the decision making thing now though xd

Phew

OH NO

THEY'RE GONNA END UP GOING FOR THE SAME HEART

I SAW SOMETHING ABOUT TWO BABIES NEEDING A NEW HEART IN THE DESCRIPTION AAAAHHHHH-

They wouldn't dare kill Eden but. . .

Probably xd

Aww glad they're good for now at least though <3 there for each other :')

Introducing themselves aww <3

I hope they don't end up getting torn apart :((

OOP didn't introduce Park 😬

Awww hi guys :D

Again Shawn, chill xd

Knew it would need to happen lol

Love you though <3

WHOOPS this post is way too long lol

[kenuis]

payback time !!

rindou: 👄 & ❤️‍🔥 kunigami: 😘 & ❤️ polyship: 💭 & 💗

foul. This is foul.

Rindou- 👄 - Our best kiss was after he confessed. It took a long time, because he doesn't like to talk about his feelings, and even when he comes to terms with them, it's like pulling teeth. Vulnerability is not his strong suit so when he finally told me everything it was the deepest kiss we'd ever shared. Trying to consume each other's feelings through our kiss. (I hate you sm /j) ❤️‍🔥 - I am very much a physical touch person which is something he needed to get used to. He used to stiffen and was so awkward. Now there are days where he just lays on top of me while I scratch his scalp. Alternatively I struggle with quality time. I have a hard time slowing down and turning off work/outside things. He started turning my phone off completely so I can focus on what we're doing together. I like when he plays music for me until I fall asleep or when we watch a documentary together. Kunigami- ❤️ - There's been some in passing. If he does purpose I feel like it'd be something that would completely catch me off guard. 😘 - I call him a shortened version of his name. "Suke or Ren." (his name is so pretty to moan) But he calls me angel. Or sweetheart. We also use babe/baby quite often. Polyship - (hahaha kill me rn going down the rabbit hole)

💭 - I met Ken through Mitsuya at a Toman dinner. I happened to be helping Mitsuya with his website when he kindly volunteered me to do Ken's for the shop. Imagine my shock when I walked into the shop a couple of weeks later to be greeted by both of these tall gorgeous men. I'm quite shy, so I literally felt like bolting. Inui said I reminded him of a scared baby bunny. I hate it because they make fun of me and tease me for it all the time. I was so timid at first only to turn out to be the worlds biggest brat. LMFAOOOO 💗 - Ahhhh dividing time can be hard sometimes, especially because I work quite late. I get in around 1:30 or so in the morning (Ken always grumbles about this, he hates me leaving on my own, it look about a month of proving that yes I was getting home just fine that he finally stopped being an ass) so I try to spend rotating nights with them. Every once in a while we'll all sleep in the bed together but they're both space heaters so doing it every night is unrealistic. I would suffer and die because I too am a space heater. There are days that Inui and Ken rotate days off so we can have some one on one time, but being with the both of them is easier than I expected.

[elixirfromthestars]

Together

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: It’s been a month since you had a baby with your husband, Bucky. On the first day he went back to work, however, you can’t get her to stop crying—that is until Bucky comes home. 

Word Count: ~700

Warning(s): anxious feelings / insecure feelings / overall very fluffy

a/n: So my amazingly talented friend @peteyprecious616​ wrote some cute pregnant! reader x Bruce Wayne fics (which you should totally go read! 💖) And it got me thinking about Bucky as a dad and well that’s how this little drabble was born 🥺 Thank you for reading! ❤️

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     The baby bottle slipped from your hand and rolled across the nursery. You whined as your month old baby continued to cry its heart out. If the crying wasn’t your breaking point—the spilled milk was. 

     “ Sweetie, what do you want? Why can’t you stop crying?” You rubbed her back to soothe her, feeling a few frustrated tears fall down your face. You never had to take care of anyone else before, and now you had a whole little human depending on you. You thought you could do it, Bucky assured you over and over that you would be great at this. 

     You didn’t feel so great right now.

     You planted a kiss on her forehead, slowly rocking her back and forth in your arms. She woke up over an hour ago and ever since she had not stopped crying. You tried everything in the book, but nothing worked. It physically killed you to hear her in constant distress—it made you feel like a horrible mother. 

     “ Sweetheart, I’m home!” You heard Bucky call out from the front door, his presence instantly taking some of your anxiety away. You looked over at the heart shaped clock on the nursery wall, he was home early. 

     You walked over to where he was, still rocking your baby in your arms. Bucky met you halfway, scurrying as soon as he heard the cries. When your eyes met, his smile fell,“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?” He asked, concerned. He pulled you in by the waist, holding you close, looking over you and the baby.

     ” I can’t get Rebecca to stop crying. I’ve tried everything. She refuses to eat, she won’t go to sleep, I don’t know what to do. I’m such a bad mother. I can’t even comfort my own baby,” you rambled on, the tears overflowing. Bucky kissed the top of your head, holding the sides of your face gently to console you. He used his thumbs to wipe away your tears,“ You are not a bad mother, I know you love this baby so much. Look at how worried you are about her, sweetheart. We’ll figure out what's going on, together.” Bucky held out his arms and you handed him Rebecca. He carried her on his metal arm, and used his other to interlock his hand with yours. You leaned into his shoulder and he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

     Not even a minute went by, and like magic, she stopped crying. You pulled away and looked over at Bucky in disbelief,” How did you do that?! Are you secretly a wizard or something?” He gave you a side look reminding you of his whole “wizard’s aren’t real” discourse. You gave him an appreciative kiss on the cheek and he let it go. 

     “ No, it just looks like she missed me,” the loving look he gave her made your heart soar. “ She’s not the only one. I was happily surprised when you came home three hours early,” you told him, reaching up to hold Rebecca’s hand. Bucky laughed,” You should’ve seen the way Sam was acting. He was rushing through everything begging me to go home early. Oh, and he invited us over for dinner this weekend. Sarah and the kids are coming to visit and they want to meet the baby.” You laughed along with him, making a mental note to thank Sam later. 

     “ I got an idea,” Bucky let go of your hand to take off his jacket, switching Rebecca from one arm to the other. He rested her against his chest, and you realized what he was doing. You untucked the floral blanket from around her tiny body and folded it, leaving it on top of her dresser. You then helped Bucky wrap his jacket around Rebecca. As soon as she closed her eyes, Bucky laid her down in her crib and turned on the Avengers mobile Tony gifted her, a soft melody filled the room. 

     “ She’ll hopefully stay asleep for a couple hours,” he said, hugging you from behind and resting his head on top of yours. You leaned into him,” You’re so good with her. You’re a natural.” You felt Bucky shake his head,” I’m learning, just like you. This parenting thing isn’t easy, but it's you and me. There’s nothing we can’t do together.” You turned around and pulled him in for a kiss, which he returned enthusiastically. You knew everything was going to be okay because you had each other. 

[gossamer-sky]

Hi hi! Can I request letters C, and J for Jonah, Luka and Charles?

Thank you so much!

🥰🥰❤️❤️

Jonah

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Listen, Jonah has a bit of a thing

(it’s actually a lot of a thing, and you only start to realize how much of a thing it is when you start having unprotected sex)

He just loves the thought of the two of you together, united, nothing separating you because you’re one

So maybe he loses his mind a little bit when he gets to come inside you, and he won’t be able to keep his goddamn mouth shut; he’ll talk about it while he’s still fucking you open, the slap of his hips background noise compared to his groans of how well he’s going to fill you up, and then he does

He’ll wait to pull out too, instead just resting his hand over where you’re joined as if it’s a fucking treasure, still breathless; rubbing his palm there so gently, like he’s holding a precious gift

When he’s too soft to stay inside you he’ll reluctantly pull out, only to immediately slide his fingers back in, careful although you’re so sensitive even that makes you hiss

His eyes literally shine, whispering can you feel it? This is both of us, you and me, and you swear that you can, feeling where his come mixes with yours as he fucks it back inside you, sweetly running a finger up your thigh to catch the excess, not wasting a drop

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

He knows exactly what he likes and exactly what will get him off, but sometimes he wants to escape from his own head

So it’s up to you to bring him to the edge, over and over; you want him overstimulated, thoughts a mess, eyes bright with unshed tears - he has no self control, so it’s your job to teach him

You tell him when to stop and when to start, and you’re probably a little nervous about it at first because will he really like it? Will you?

Turns out that is a stupid question, because the head rush you get when he ceases stroking from just your words is something you’ve never experienced

He’s beautiful in his submission and desperation, you simultaneously want to wreck him and take care of him, not even realizing that you’re saying this all out loud until his gasps turn closer to whimpers and his movements become jerky and uncoordinated

He’s just so fucking pretty

His hands shake with effort when you tell him to stop again and again, only relenting when he pleads with you, one long, slurred string of please please please

He’ll collapse backwards on the bed when you finally allow him to come, spurting nearly up to his chin with the force of it, looking dazed and wrung out and in love

Luka

C = Cum

He’s literally so shy about it and so so sweet, never expecting you to swallow when you’re going down on him

Touches you so gently, like he’s scared to grip you too hard, just rests a hand on your cheek and it’s so at odds to what you’re doing to him that you have to moan, which makes him moan, setting off an endless feedback loop

Will turn bright fucking red when you tell him to come in your mouth, actually stutters a little asking you if you’re sure; you’re not naive though, you can see how his eyes widen at the suggestion, how his chest heaves in a sharp breath

He can’t even fucking look at you when he gets close, the sight of you on your knees too overwhelming, head tilting back towards the ceiling, mouth opening on soundless gasps

If you show him what’s on your tongue before you swallow, he’ll make a sharp ah from deep in his throat, dick jerking even though there’s no way he can get it up again that fast

Covers his face, breathing heavily, saying that you’re going to kill him

You’re very smug about it obviously, and it’s only made worse by how he carefully has to look away whenever you eat anything even remotely phallic (even vanilla ice cream can be too much for him to handle, it’s adorable)

J = Jack Off

He’s hesitant about indulging himself, has difficulty letting go and giving into the pleasure

It can sometimes be hard for him to get into the mood, especially because he lives in the barracks with the other members of the black army; he’s paranoid that Fenrir or Seth with overhear him and he’ll never live it down

He takes his time when he’s alone, when he builds up the courage; tries to stay as quiet as possible jerking off slow, burying his face into his pillow to muffle the noises that slip out

Likes it wet, despite how his face heats at the slick sound

Guaranteed this changes after he’s had a good sword practice though no pun intended, likes it even more knowing that he’s all alone and it's the middle of the night with no one to catch him at it

This is the only time he jacks off hard and fast, uncaring of how he sounds, not bothering to even undress himself fully; blood thrumming in his veins, tossing his head back against the wall hard when he comes

Will he be mortified after? Absolutely yes, but it’s so worth it

Charles

C = Cum

Oh, he holds nothing back

He’s extremely vocal about how he wants to cover you in it, fuck, get you all wet and messy, just for him

Loves to jerk off on your face whether you suck him first or not; he’ll rub the tip of his cock on your lips just to tease you both and when he’s feeling particularly possessive he’ll just get you kneeling, waiting with your mouth open and hands behind your back, talking to you the whole time, telling you what a slut you look like

He loves it

He’ll loosely aim for your lips, but really he wants it everywhere; on your cheeks, down your jaw, sliding in a sticky line down your throat, sending a throb of bloodlust through him at the picture you make

Rather than get you standing he’ll just join you on the floor, running a hand down the mess he made and rubbing it into the skin of your chest, crooning about how good you are, how dirty

J = Jack Off

He wants to be watched, craves to be center of attention always, and it’s no different during sex

The man loves to put on a show for you, especially when he knows you want to be the one touching him; he longs to drive you up the wall, teasing himself as much as you

He really is one indulgent fuck too, picture the most lavish settings, he wants all the sensations such a hedonist

The best part of watching him is how worked up he makes himself, he doesn’t half ass it

He’ll just dive in, making sure you can clearly see how his shoulders and arms flex with it, tugging at his own nipples, mouth open wide, lips bruised and wet like such a whore (which he is, obviously)

Teases a thumb at the head of his cock even though it makes his thighs shake, and he’ll just give a strained chuckle, throwing his head back in the sheets, hair tangled and sweaty at his temples

Tongues at his fangs, swallowing against the ache in his throat, looking directly at you so you can see how fucking blown his eyes are

***inbox closed***

[tbmaybank]

He Doesn’t Need To Know (Part 4)

Warnings: none, just fluff ❤️

Summary: the group finds out about you and JJ.

A/n: I hope you like it! I wrote it pretty quickly 😬😂

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Requests Are Open!

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You wake up still entangled in JJs arms, with him slightly snoring. You snuggle in closer to him, enjoying this morning bliss. In the past, he would always have to sneak back to his room before you woke up, so waking up next to him was a new, welcomed change. You can hear John B in the kitchen digging through cabinets, and as much as you’d love to stay right here, you know you need to talk to him before everyone one inevitably shows up.

You kiss JJs jaw line before moving to get out of the bed, but his arms pull you right back to him. “No, stay.” A sleepy whisper coming from the boy who still had his eyes closed.

“I’ll be right back, J, go back to sleep” You giggle.

“Mm fine.” He pouts, but is almost instantly back to snoring.

Smiling at the cute man laying in your bed, you make your way to the kitchen where your brother is eating cereal. “Hey.” You say, plopping in the chair next to him.

“How was your date?” He asks with a mouthful of food.

“It was okay.” Hesitating before you continue, “JJ said he told you some things last night..”

He just smirks and nods at you a little.

“Look, I’m sorry for lying to you about us. I should have just talked to you about it right away, I was just scared.” You confess, while nervously playing with the ends of your hair.

“Why were you scared? I know I can be protective, but am I really that bad that you’re scared to talk to me?” He asks while pushing the cereal bowl away from him.

“It wasn’t just that. I was scared you wouldn’t approve, but I was scared in general. I didn’t know how serious it was to him, or if he felt the way I did. If I was gonna end up looking like an idiot, I didn’t want everyone seeing it.” Admitting that not only to him, but also to yourself for the first time. And it was true. Each time JJ had said something about wanting to stop hiding it, you instantly thought about what would happen if he left you, and everyone would see how dumb you were for falling for him.

“And do you know now? How he feels?” You just nod, smiling slightly. “And did you guys work out your little lovers quarrel? I’m assuming you did, as his room was empty this morning, and last I checked, you don’t snore like a man. So either he stayed somewhere else last night and you have that date in your room, orrr…” he raises his eyebrows at the end.

Blushing a little, you nod. “Yeah, we worked it out. We’re back together.”

“Good. I love you guys. I don’t want to see either of you hurting again, so no more fighting or breaking up. But if he ever doesn’t treat you right, I will kill him, just so you know.”

“I kinda figured.” You say, giggling, just happy that you could finally talk to your brother about this. You hear your bedroom door open, and JJ stumbles into the kitchen. Hair messier than normal, rubbing his eyes. John B laughs watching him almost run straight into the wall.

“Good morning, sunshine!” Your brother shouts, overly cheerful, to which JJ just grunts as he goes and gets a water bottle from the fridge, and sitting next to you, across from John B.

“It’s way to early to be awake right now.” He says, while laying his head on the table.

“Go back to sleep, J.” You say, rubbing his arm.

“No, wanna take you out to breakfast.” He says, still leaning on the table, sounding like he’s falling asleep right there.

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An hour later, you were finally leaving to go to breakfast as JJ insisted. Even though it was his idea to go, it took him forever to get ready. But now you were finally walking into the little diner, him finally seeming alive and not like a walking zombie.

You went to sit across from him in the little booth, before he pouted and asked you to sit next to him.

“Oh, so we’re gonna be that obnoxious couple that sits on the same side of the booth?” You tease.

“Yes, absolutely.” Making you laugh. You guys order your food, talking about plans for the day, his arms draped around you. He would occasionally interrupt you to place a kiss on your lips, which you didn’t mind one bit. You were so caught up in each other, you didn’t notice Kie and Pope slide across from you, until you hear the sound of Pope clearing his throat. You guys turn and see them both resting their chins on their fists, elbows propped up on the table, eyebrows raised.

“So this is new.” Pope dramatically dragged out the word ‘new’.

You just blush, you knew you were gonna tell them today, just didn’t expect to get caught kissing at a diner by them. JJ, however, seems unfazed. He just pulls you closer, smiling big.

“Not new at all actually,” he starts explaining, “we’re just masters at deceit.”

“Well, I hope John B knows about this.” Kie says, leaning back and crossing her arms.

“Well, he does now. JJ spilled it all to him last night.” You say.

“So you guys.. you’re like, actually together? Like a proper couple?” Pope questions.

“Yeah, man, she’s my girl.” He says, running his fingers up and down your arm.

“How did this even happen?” Kie asks.

“Well,” JJ starts, “it’s a funny story. See, y/n here needed help installing a-“

“JJ!” You say, elbowing him in the ribs. “I don’t want all my secrets put out there.” Causing Kie and Pope to raise their eyebrows, and JJ to laugh.

“Okay, okay.” He says putting his hands up in defense. “It just kinda happened, and we were together in secret for a few months, then we broke up, and now we’re back together, with no secrets.” He thinks before adding “well, I guess one secret since she doesn’t want me to tell you how.”

“And now I’m just left with more questions.” Pope says.

“You guys aren’t going to be like, all over each other all the time now, are you?” Kie asks.

“No”

“Absolutely.”

“JJ…” you shake your head at the boy, and Kie rolling her eyes at him.

“Wait, are we the last to know?” Pope acts offended at this thought.

“I haven’t told Sarah, so she’ll be the last I guess. Unless John B already told her. We were gonna tell you all, when everyone was together, later. But I guess plans changed.” You laugh as you say the last part. You decide to pull out your phone and text Sarah, you really didn’t want her finding out on accident like this, as you guys have gotten really close since they started dating. She definitely felt like that sister you always wanted.

-Has John B told you anything about me today?

-no, why? Is everything okay??

-yes everything’s fine! I just kinda started seeing someone, and didn’t want him telling you before I got the chance.

-wait what?! You have a boyfriend now? Do I know him??

-ha, yeah.. it’s JJ.

You nervously wait for her response, as you only half listen to the conversation JJ is having with Kie and Pope, who have now ordered their own food. It feels like an eternity before your phone finally buzzed.

-what!! Omg, I could tell you liked him, but I didn’t know anything was actually going on. I’m so happy for you!!

Smiling, your put your phone away. You look at him as he steals pieces of what was left on your plate, everything feeling more real now that everyone knows. “What?” He asks as he swallows the bacon he stole from you.

“Nothing, I’m just happy.” You say, causing a big grin to appear on his face. He pulls you into a kiss, mumbling “me too.” Against your lips.

“Oh this is gonna get old fast.” Pope says, making all four of you laugh.

[boneswriteswords]

D, I, J, O, V, X, Z from the fluff alphabet for Duxob please ❤️🥺 (sorry if thats too many, I just love him!!)

A/N: Bruh, you want me to write about my own character? I have never been more flattered in my life that out of every character on the internet, you picked mine to request. I haven’t been on tumblr in a bit and this made my goddamn day.

D-reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Dux had no preference in the beginning. Where he and Y/N end up is where they end up. As long as their ending is together, their journey to that end does not matter to him.

After the injury, he began to think more on it. Now, he has visions of a permanent home in the underground where they act as a hub of information for government take-downs, take in disenfranchised kids and teenagers, provide medicine to the poor, and fuck often and everywhere without having to be quiet about it.

I - nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Hell yeah they did. Dux’s race is one that almost no one in the galaxy knows about because they are some of the scariest and strongest race ever encountered and they are hostile. They do not allow outsiders to even step foot on their planet because the last time a colonizer did, said colonizer took note of their skin and their eyes and decided ‘I’m gonna kill one and sell their hides for money.” Colonizer was immediately shredded on a galatic broadcast as a warning. Suffice to say, they trust no one.

As a result, they rarely ever leave their planet for anything other than a galactic nuclear war. They are raised to protect themselves, their people, and their secrets. Dux - being a rebel right outta the womb - left his planet as soon as he got his license and went off exploring because his people know almost nothing about other cultures because of how closed off they are. He literally left his planet to go learn things. Think big ole nerd on a motorcycle.

That said, he was still very much closed off when it came to interacting with people. He also struggled to understand why people did things just ‘for the fun of it.’ He learned things but he never interacted and he was always disguised so he wouldn’t be hunted. He isn’t dumb.

Now, when Y/N came into the picture, he immediately identified them as a human - one of the weakest races in the galaxy - and got the biggest shock of his life when this squishy, tiny* human had the balls to rob a police station just to prove they could.

*Note: most species are tiny compared to Dux so Y/N could be 6′5 and still be tiny to him. The average male on his planet is like 7′2. The females are often bigger at like 8′0.

He stuck around with them after that, just to see where Y/N took him. If anything, he wanted to see if he could have fun.  As a result, and much to his chagrin, he started becoming more open and friendly to others. He is hesitant to share his knowledge of his people but he is more than happy to share things about himself now.

J-ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

You’d think he would be, given all the trust issues he was ingrained with, but he really isn’t and it has to do with the fact that he is confident of who he is and where he stands with Y/N in their lives and relationship. He and his Y/N argue and disagree - especially since they became literal outlaws together for the greater good - but they are really good at compromise and communication. They don’t yell or scream. They take walks to calm down when they are too in their feelings to deal with something. All that good stuff.

That in mind, Dux knows that he isn’t the only one who exclusively things his lover is attractive. (And yes, he had to sit in the bath for hours when he realized he had an attraction to someone of a different species because one, that has never happened before - to him or to anyone on his planet, two - he would be disgraced if they found out, three - he realized it while getting shot at by space pirates and it was inconvenient). Dux knows that others are going to flirt, drop innuendo, all that stuff to his Y/N.

He doesn’t like it but he can’t stop it.

So he takes his cues from his lover. If they find it harmless, he does too. If they are uncomfortable, he’s on standby. If someone doesn’t take no for an answer, he drops them to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

At the end of the day, he trusts his Y/N. He has no reason to be jealous when he gets Y/N.

O - n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Dux in love is like normal Dux but with pet names and kissing added. Being in love doesn’t really change the relationship all that much tbh. When he and Y/N were only friends and partners, he respected them, found them to be a good balance for him (where he was weak, they were strong and vice versa). He shared a bed with them because sometimes money was tight. He ate with them. He had fun with them. He had their back in a fight (even when Y/N was just starting some shit to start some shit)

Now that they are together, he does all of that but drops using their name altogether and calls them various pet names in his native language. He’ll lean over and kiss them at random times in random places to show a bit of affection. He likes handholding when possible. They have sex.

Its probably the smoothest transition anyone has ever seen and it not obvious at all to those outside of the vigilante underworld. All their contacts spotted what was up right away.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

The annoying little human that he shares his life and bed with is the only thing he will not let go of. He has always been pretty chill and adaptable - leaving his home was no issue, not having material goods is not an issue, he is quick to identify and resolve his moods, etc. He is a master of letting go.

But not with Y/N.

He has followed their lead the entire way into being a wanted criminal and he is pretty neutral about the whole thing. Yeah, stopping evil forces and pissing off the government is fun and all but if he had to choose between blowing up an planet and saving Y/N’s life, hands down he is picking Y/N and he will not feel bad for it.

Y/N may be angry at him for it but he’s fine with it because Y/N is alive to be angry in the first place. He does not believe in sacrificing for the greater good - a reflection of his upbringing - and will pick Y/N over any other person, possession, or planet.

X-OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Dux is affectionate and enjoys kissing and cuddling and all that stuff when its appropriate. Casual settings with friends - absolutely. Alone in their room for the night - duh. On dates - you cannot stop him.

In the middle of a heist - no. When meeting up with a contact for a job - you may hold his hand. In a firefight - don’t be an idiot.

Z-eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

As mentioned, he would blow up a planet to save his lover’s life. In the actual story, he went and hunted down actual strangers - putting himself in danger because who knows how hostile they were going to be to him - just to get Y/N some help. He did not sleep for two weeks so he could watch and make sure they were protected and that the people wouldn’t try and kill them while they were weak. After Y/N woke up, he took care of their physical therapy. When he was told Y/N probably wouldn’t ever be able to continue on doing vigilante stuff due to the permanence of their injury, his immediate reaction was to find a new place for you both to go to. He wasn’t going to abandon them, he was going to craft a new place for them to be together.

He would rearrange the universe to accommodate his lover.