#and maybe he gets found out and gets beaten up and hurt a bit. okay. i have a lot of thoughts
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Yiu guys are so lucky im too lazy to learn enough anatomy to draw raunchy pictures of my ocs. Im making a new one and half of his existence is for me to give him a voyeurism kink and the other half of his reason for existing is him having a big gushy sloppy wet pussy with a cute twitchy tdick and for him to get so overstimulated he cries over the dumbest things. Actually now that im saying this you guys should be begging mw to improve so i can draw this
#nsft#raunchy rabble#ocs#ill be real he is also a little self inserty but i also have a bangin vag so it works#i am still working on his whole deal but i got enough down to think about him sooo much#he is an oc for the game i have been rbing images of <- doesnt want this to get in any tags at all#and he got laid of from his job and he thinks its weird and so he starts investigating#and so he moves to a new town and the whole place is full of crazy people (lead poisoning)#so now he goes and takes pictures w his little camera and does a little trespassing#maybe he peeps one of the characters changing or somwthing and snaps a picture to save for a lonely night#and maybe he gets found out and gets beaten up and hurt a bit. okay. i have a lot of thoughts#its hard to talk about bc here i dont want anytging to breach containment#and where i usually post about ocs i gotta stay sfw#lotta tag rambling. but just know this:#hes the perfect guy for the trope of 'shy stalker who feels guilty but not guilty enough to stop'#and hes also fat and trans and awesome#okay thank you i just meeded to get this out here
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the best of you, honey, belongs to me
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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) chapter warnings: dub con, unprotected P in V, oral (f receiving), creampie, choking, spanking, mild praise kink, potential assault, derogatory names (slut), drug reference, unspecified age gap. word count: 5.5k chapter summary: Joel Miller is an asshole. An asshole and a liar. Right?
A/N: HOLY SHIT I DID IT I FINISHED SOMETHING. I did it Ma!
Thank you all so much for sticking with me this month. Your support has been silly lovely and I genuinely love you all a little bit.
Ty to @iamasaddie and @jupiter-soups for being the first people to cheer me on from the sidelines. You both made me excited about my own writing, which feels weird but I'm very grateful to you.
I hope you like it, thank you, goodbye, see you soon, I love you.
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Joel Miller was a massive fucking liar, you'd realized.
You probably would have been able to guess that before, but as you were stood here, back pushed against a brick wall in an alleyway, it was clear as day.
You'd been dragged down here by two men - a small rat like one and a taller one with a mean look on his face - and thrown against the wall. Your back smarted, and you tried to reason with them, but they were tugging at your clothes and threatening you before you could think of anything useful to say.
They were torn off you as quick as they were on you.
And now, heavy fists were pounding into them, beating into their faces and stomachs as they slouched pathetically against the brick opposite. Joel had found you, somehow noticed in a crowd of people that you were suddenly gone. He had someone with him, they looked similar enough that they could have been family, and both were beating into the men that had dragged you down the alley.
A yelled threat and the two men were hobbling away, beaten and bloody and holding onto themselves in their retreat.
"You okay?"
You're looking at Joel, so it takes a second to register that the other man is addressing you. You slowly turn to him - definitely related - and nod. You're stunned and a little winded more than anything.
Joel is flexing his fist, staring daggers at you. His companion doesn't say another word to you, but you hear him talk in hushed tones to Joel, before Joel mutters something back to him and he walks away.
You should probably be more scared of being alone down an alley with Joel Miller than the other two guys but, though it confuses you, you feel safer than ever. He'd protected you, saved you, and that's how you knew that Joel Miller was a fucking liar.
"C'mon," he growls to you, walking away and expecting you to follow. Of course, you follow, even through the low lying anger and frustration that's still simmering in your belly.
As you walk behind, you watch as he clenches his fist and flexes his hands over and over. Before you know it you're outside his apartment block, being roughly dragged up the stairs by a heavy hand on your arm, dragged down a corridor and deposited in front of his front door. He doesn't look at you as he fishes his key out from an inner pocket on his coat.
"Saw you fuckin' lookin' at me, I told you not to do that shit," he says angrily, throwing you into his apartment and slamming the door closed behind you.
"They hurt you?" You shake your head. "They touch you?" You shake your head again.
His nostrils flair. You can almost hear the bones in his hands creak from how hard he's clenching his fists.
And so you poke the fucking bear again, because what is there to lose. You'd spent all week mulling it over, getting angrier and angrier as you talked yourself in circles. He didn't like you and you definitely didn't like him. You didn't want to kiss him, but also you did. Neither of you cared, but maybe both of you did. Everything was feeling like a lie and all you wanted was the truth. So you poke, bracing yourself for impact.
"You're a liar," you whisper, pulling at the sleeves of your coat.
His eyes immediately snap to yours, and he's making quick work of the distance between you. He's toe to toe with you when he stops, looking down at you, fists still firmly clenched at his sides.
"What did you fuckin' say to me?"
You swallow before you speak again, meek as a mouse but a fire in your belly. "You're a liar. You said you wouldn't look out for me."
"S'that why you kept lookin'? S'that why you got yourself in trouble? To prove some fuckin' point?"
You frown at him - it hadn't been intentional. You were glaring at him when they grabbed you, stuffing a gloved hand over your mouth to keep your scream from being heard. The people around you didn't care, didn't stop what they were doing or go for help. They just left you. But Joel came anyway.
"You think I asked for that?" you say, trying to keep your voice from cracking. You never have and never will cry in front of this man, not like this anyway. You watch as his mouth curls to sneer at you, the fire turning into a sick feeling bubbling up through your belly as you watch his lip raise.
You don't know what comes over you, but you push at his chest, wanting to touch him and get him away from you in equal measure. It takes him by surprise, the force of your push making him stumble back.
You both stare at each other, unmoving for a beat, both shocked that you'd dare to touch him let alone push him. You think maybe you should run, get away before he gets you, but your reactions are slower than his, and you're raising your arms to protect yourself as he makes one big stride over to you.
The blow doesn't come.
He's pulling at your coat, jerking it down your arms, before tugging at the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. It gets caught, and you hear a tear as it catches on your arm, but he keeps pulling anyway. The fabric splits from your body, tattered and ruined as it's discarded on the floor.
"You think I would fuckin' hit you?" he says angrily as he tugs at the rest of your clothes. "You think I would fuckin' hurt you in any way you don't want?"
You have no time to answer before he's manhandling you again, pushing you roughly into his room.
He pushes you forward onto his bed, bending you over and holding you there as he reaches around and tugs at your zipper. You fight to stand, but the weight of his hand keeps you in place as he pulls your pants and panties down in one, leaving them around your knees so you can't run to escape even if you wanted to. Any thought that you could, should, run is already gone. You don't want to, not any more. Whatever he wants to do, whatever anger he has for you, you want it. You want to feel his anger, you want it to burn into yours until you combust.
A hand claps down on your ass and you feel the sting ripple up your back. He wanted that one to hurt, and it did. Another sharp slap hits your other cheek soon after, the sting of pain made worse by your cold skin, but you're glad for it because you wanted that one to hurt too.
Both his hands rub across your cheeks, drawing a groan from you as he massages them and soothes the sting before rough fingers pull you apart. He always did like looking.
He wastes no time in plunging his wet tongue into your pussy from behind, Joel's hands yanking your pants down the to your feet to spread you open further for him. "You're fuckin' dripping," he says between breaths as you push back into his face.
"You this wet from those guys?" You don't answer, so he slaps a hand down on your ass again.
"Fuckin' answer me."
"N-no. M'not wet from them."
"Then why," he says, breathing deeply as he devours your pussy, the cold of his nose tickling your hole as the scruff on his jaw scratches at your inner thighs. "Tell me. Tell me why this needy fuckin' pussy is so wet."
"Because of you," you push your face down into his bed, biting at his sheets as his tongue swipes over your clit, already so sensitive your legs are shaking. You arch your back, exposing more of your cunt to his relentless tongue. There's no question or thread of shame in your mind why you like this - why you're already so close to coming undone just from him being an asshole and playing with your pussy.
"Me, huh? Little hole's desperate for me? Look at her cryin' out to be stuffed full, drippin' all over the place."
You couldn't help the drip of slick from your cunt, or the way his words always worked to make it worse. You knew you were a mess, but by now you knew he liked it, even if he taunted you for it. You felt how his grasping hands got firmer, saw as his cock got harder, just at the sight of your glistening pussy.
Two of his thick fingers are pushing into you, the cold feel of them startling you as they slide home. You'd spent a week thinking of his fist buried in your cunt, but his fingers still felt so thick, so much, plunged into your dripping wet heat as they were.
"If you make a mess on my sheets I'll rub your fuckin' nose in it. Act like an animal I'll treat you like one."
If you were an animal, he was fucking feral - a snarling, growling, feral animal of a man that you just couldn't resist.
His fingers curl, dragging against your walls harshly as his tongue slides against your clit again, swirling around the stretched rim where his fingers are embedded in you, tasting you, before slurping at your clit once more. You grind your hips back against his face, trying to get more friction on your clit as he fucks you with his fingers. They're warmed now, the burning heat from your cunt drawing the chill from his bones.
The wet squelch in your cunt is obscene as he laps at your clit, drawing you so close already, your feet still tangled in your pants and your moans muffled by the push of your face into his sheets.
Joel's fingers are gone just as your orgasm starts to raise its head over the horizon, ruining any high you were so close to getting. You slam your fist down on the bed in frustration, ignoring his gruff laugh as you muffle your fuck into his bed. His knees crack as he stands, undoing his belt and pulling his cock from his pants. He doesn't stroke himself, he doesn't need to, he just squeezes himself at the base, lines himself up with your hole and pushes forward.
A strangled moan pulls from your chest as he sheathes himself, pulling your hips back flush with his as his cock impales you in one movement.
"Fuck, if this pussy don't just love this dick."
He draws back slowly, pulling any slick from your cunt back with him, coating himself in you, before slamming back to the hilt.
"Uhh, f-fuck."
You feel him draw back again, holding himself back from you, tip barely inside your cunt, teasing himself at your entrance. Before he can, you push back onto his cock, taking him in with a deep moan.
He stifles a groan, fingers digging into your hips, pinching the flesh in his grip. You try to move, to fuck yourself on his length, but his grip won't let you. You can feel him throb inside you, and you hope he's already close to coming, that he wants you that much he can barely hold himself back.
The thought is gone as soon as he starts pulling back again and thrusting forward quickly, repeatedly slamming his hips into your ass and pulling you back onto him. The sharp slap of his hips and wet squelches of your pussy are muffled only by your moans and Joel's shaky breathing.
"Tell me - you fuck anyone else - like this," you say through staccato gasps as his cock collides with your cervix. "If you say you do - I'll know - you're even more of a - fucking liar."
He throws you forward, pulling out and standing glaring down at you when you twist to look at him, finally able to kick your pants and shoes off your feet.
"You think you're special?" he growls. You take him in, his massive figure stood there still clothed, cock hanging lewdly from his pants and covered in your slick. You want to lick it, taste your own pussy on his cock and catch the drip of precum from his tip before it's wasted.
"No. I'm not. And neither are you," you spread your legs as you say it, willing him to come back, to start fucking you again, but not daring to ask for it. "You're an asshole. I just like that you make me feel good."
"Feeling's mutual, sweetheart." He's pouncing on you before you can process it, yanking his shirt over his head before pulling your spread thighs across his clothed ones, notching at your entrance and sliding straight back in.
You thud back down onto the bed with the force of his cock fucking into you, staring up at him with an open mouth, panting as he starts to cant into you once again. His hands are holding your thighs against his as he rocks so deeply into you you think you can see your lower belly pulse with each movement.
His hands slide down your thighs, pulling you apart where his cock joined with you, swiping a thumb up the slick gathered there and rubbing it around your clit in rough circles. You reach down, hand trying to meet his and hold him there, but he swats you away. You move further instead, grabbing at the waistband of his pants and tugging down, slipping them over his ass before he's pushing you back again. Your fingers drag across his abdomen as you fall back again, watching a shudder crawl through him with the graze of your fingertips.
You try not to smile when his hand falls from you and shimmies his pants further down his legs, over his knees and kicking them off the end of the bed whilst still buried in you. You can see all of him again now, his broad shoulders, dark nipples, the trail of hair down to his cock where it disappears inside you. His thick thighs, spread almost as lewdly as yours, dusted in hair, the muscles flexing with each rock into you. He doesn't look at you as you drink him in, eyes focused on your cunt as he pulls you back open.
He spits down onto your clit. You whine when it collides with your skin and starts to trickle down your spread pussy. You whine again when his thumb draws it up and around your clit, massaging it into you, each swipe of his thumb jerking your swollen nub and bringing you closer to coming undone as he pounds you hard into his mattress.
You throw your head back with the feeling of it all, moaning loudly into the open room.
"You'd let me do anythin' to you, huh."
"Yeah," you admit, head still thrown back and eyes closed. You would, you couldn't even say why, just that you knew you would. That for all the pain at the end of the world, this was a pain that was worth it, a stretch that made you ache in the right ways, the sting of his palm that electrified you, made you feel alive.
"You're just beggin' for me to slap your pussy pink again, ain't you? Fill that pretty little asshole up with my cum. Wear you like a fuckin' glove." He's growling, muttering obscene things to you, things you both know to be true. "You'd let me fuck you anyway I want, even share you with whoever I want."
You nod, stupidly bobbing your head along with the rhythm of him sliding into you.
"This pussy is mine," he growls. "Say it."
"Yours!" you pant, you didn't want it to be anyone elses any more, what was the point when he'd ruined you for anyone else. "M'yours!" Fuck.
"All o' you? That's more than I even asked for sweetheart."
And he's falling forward over you, hands planting either side of your head for leverage as he pounds into you harder than he ever has, abandoning your clit just as you were about to fall apart underneath him yet again. Any words to correct yourself are gone as you groan, pulling your brows together and watching him. His face relaxes and contorts over and over, sweat beads at his temples. You know his hair would feel damp if only you would reached up to touch it.
He shifts to his elbows, the sweat from his chest and belly mingling with yours, making your bodies slick as they slide together. You watch his mouth open as he pants, the heat of his breath on your face cooling the sweat dripping down your neck. You can smell him, see every imperfection of his skin in such detail that you're struck dumb, angry, and desperate all in one swoop. Something so close still feels so far away, and a frustrated sob is bubbling from you before you can stop it.
Something inside you snaps with that. You'd be chasing it for weeks, denied something you hadn't even dared to ask for.
You grab him by the throat as his hips roll into you, gasping out a breath before you grit your teeth and say it, forcing him to look directly at you.
"Fucking kiss me."
He laughs in your face and you fight down the shame for even daring to ask for something you wanted, something you deserved. "Is that what you want?"
You nod, squeezing his throat beneath your fingertips.
He pulls back from you - you want to claw at him and hold him to you but he pushes your hand against his throat with his own. He looks down between you, your pussy creaming around his cock and swollen clit twitching with each thrust.
You tighten the grip on the sides of his throat, feeling the hard thud of blood through his veins at your fingertips, drawing his eyes back to yours.
"Fuck, that's it, sweetheart."
He suddenly throws your arm down from his neck, pinning both if your hands down as he puts his weight on top of you.
"That what you want?" he grits out. "That what you keep coming back for? Thought you were whoring yourself out for pills, not a fuckin' kiss. Are you that fuckin' desperate?"
He's goading you, you know he is. Still, you want to scream at him, but his face is close to yours now, so terrifyingly close you could kiss him by accident if you weren't careful. Suddenly you're terrified of it, desperate but terrified.
His aquiline nose slides up the side of your face, and you stop breathing. "You want this?"
"Please." You'll be angry at yourself for begging later, right now you'd say anything if it meant he'd finally give it to you.
He drags his nose across your face, rubs his nose against yours. He's practically still inside you now, the shallow rock of his hips the only movement either of you are making. "You sure?"
"Please," you whisper again, breath ghosting across his lips. You try not to move your mouth too much, barely muttering the word in case your mouth touches his. His own breath huffs against your mouth, teasing you with the taste of him.
"S'all you want, huh?"
"Mm." He's so close you don't trust yourself to speak.
His nose nuzzles into yours, the hair on his face tickling at your sensitive top lip. Then you feel it, the bow of his top lip swiping against yours, not kissing just feeling.
You're frozen, terrified to move, terrified to feel what you've been desperate for for months.
But you made it through the worst days at the end of the world. What was fear any more except another lie.
You press your lips forward, done with waiting, done with being patient, done with putting others first. You want it so badly that finally, finally, you take it.
At the first press of your lips to his, he releases your wrists, sliding his hand down the curve of your body to hold you to him. You moan into his mouth, blinking back angry tears as you wrap your own hand around his neck to pull him in further. At first he doesn't move against you, letting you kiss the soft swell of his mouth, but when you slip your tongue against his bottom lip and breathe him in, his mouth opens and his lips press to yours, giving back everything you're taking.
"This all you wanted this whole time?" he whispers against your mouth.
"Not all I wanted," you mumble. Your eyes are closed, head dizzy from breathing so deeply, from finally doing the thing you'd literally only dreamed of.
"No?"
"No," you swallow before continuing, the shame of admission gone now. What shame could there even be when it was so obvious. You open your eyes just as you speak. "I wanted all of it."
"Yeah?" You think from the look on his face that he needed to hear it as much as you needed to say it, so you kiss him again, just because you can.
He presses his hips into you harder, making you gasp straight into his mouth, the sharp pressure of his cock so much with the fuzzy high in your head. He does it again, kissing you of his own volition this time and swallowing your moan down as he starts fucking you again, one hand settling in your hair as the other wanders your body. You can still taste the salty sweetness of your own pussy on his mouth as you lick into him.
Your own hand dances with his over your body, teasing your own nipples and stroking down, down, until you push your hand between your bodies and feel between your legs. You're a mess, sweat and the wetness from your pussy merged together to create a slip and slide of slick as he slides his cock into your tender hole. You stroke at the base of him and feel another shudder work its way through his body before you move your hand back to yourself, circling your own clit as he rocks his length into you.
"You gonna make yourself come on my cock?" he says, looking down where your hand strokes at your clit. You nod, lips brushing his, capturing him in another kiss as you moan, so close already.
"Good fuckin' girl. You rub that pretty pussy. She just fuckin' loves this dick." True.
His cock in your pussy, his hands in your hair, holding your body, your own hand strumming your clit with well practiced movements, the feeling of his lips on your own. It's all so much so quickly, everything you've been craving for so long, that the fire in your body burns so bright it explodes out of every pore before you can hold it off.
"F-fuck, Joeeel."
You come with a cry, every part of your body shuddering and convulsing, hand twitching over your own cunt as you desperately try to keep the high going as long as you can, until you're so sensitive all you can do is grip your own thigh, your nails creating half moons in the soft flesh.
"You're all mine, huh?" he says gently, still inside you now as he feels your walls pulse and twitch around him. You nod, floating from his kisses and your own high. "No one else gonna touch this pussy. S'all mine."
"S'yours."
"Needy, needy, pussy," he grunts into your mouth, as your cunt quivers around him, an aftershock pulled from you at just his words and the rasp of his coarse hair against your clit.
It hits you then, for all he called you needy you never actually asked for what you wanted, what you needed. You never took it either. Not until now. But he always did.
"I think you're just as needy as I am," you whisper.
He clicks his tongue and cocks his head. "I never said I wasn't, sweetheart."
A quick shuffle of his knees later he's pounding into you with abandon, your cunt had barely stopped throbbing by the time he started again.
"Ohhhh, god."
You don't move to kiss him again, he's chasing whatever high he needs now and you let him take it, back arching, moaning as he pounds away, cock slipping inside you with ease. The hand in your hair pulls harder, tugging your head back. You think this is going to be it, he's going to come inside you like this, but then wet kisses are being peppered across your neck and collar bone, his moans sounding more like those of a common whore than his usual grunts.
You want to come again already, so you grip him tight, hands roaming from your body to his arms, his shoulders. Your nails claw at him, pulling him closer and pushing him away, trying to tear him apart with your bare hands as he fucks you.
He moves quicker still, head buried in the crook of your neck as he holds onto you and slams home over and over. You think he's almost there - hope he is because how much more screaming can your voice take before it breaks - when he's yanking your hair again. His mouth latches to your own in a sloppy kiss, tongue fighting with yours and his cock squelching into the wet heat of your pussy as he comes undone, groaning into your mouth, shuddering, fucking ropes of thick cum into your empty cunt and never stilling for a second.
His hips stop bucking against yours before his mouth does. He kisses you softer, groaning, slowing down to catch his breath before he finally removes his lips from yours with a shuddering gasp, screwing his eyes shut.
Cum practically gushes out of you when he pulls out, and you expect him to get up and leave like he has every time before. He doesn't. Instead, he rests his head next to yours, kissing your shoulder, the warmth of his body encasing yours.
Your face finds his, nudging against his jaw. He shifts, letting you in, and your mouth finds his again. You kiss him until you turn to liquid, sighing deeply and tracing soft patterns on his skin and your own with your fingertips.
Eventually, he releases your hair, and you think the moment is truly over. But then he rolls over, flopping down next to you, the weight of him dipping the mattress and making you shift closer to his side. He closes his eyes, putting an arm behind his head, and you take the chance to look down at his naked body, his cock now soft between his legs.
The feeling that bubbles up through you rips out of your mouth in a laugh. Joel's eyes fly open, finding yours, making you laugh harder. Tears are falling from your eyes - the absurdity of it all too much to bear. So angry at him, at yourself, for weeks now. Wanting something for so long, something that it turns out you could have just reached out and grabbed. Driving yourself near mad over wanting to be touched in a way you thought he never would, when maybe all along he thought you never wanted it. You're left with nothing but small giggles and an aching belly by the time the feeling bubbles out of you completely.
You wonder how all of this must look to him. How small and naive you must look, just a silly girl giggling in his bed. If he thinks it, he doesn't voice it. He just shakes his head softly and raises an eyebrow at you, as if to ask if you're done.
You lie next to each other in silence after that. He doesn't tell you to leave, and you don't move to either. You just lie there, arms barely touching, sweat drying and cooling both of your bodies.
You'd always been okay with silence, more often than not finding yourself with nothing to say, especially these days. But something in this moment tells you to speak, and so you do, filling the silence with your own voice before the opportunity can be taken from you.
"Thanks for helping me out there," you start softly. "I know you said you wouldn't, and I'm not trying to prove a point I just... Thank you. I was looking at you. I couldn't help it. I've been... angry. At you, yeah, but mostly myself. So I was looking, but I didn't realize it was that much, I swear and I -"
"S'okay," he stops your ramble so simply and quickly you frown, an involuntary tut falls of your mouth. He casts a glance over to you, almost chastising as he continues. "Ain't lyin' when I say it though. You gotta stop lookin' at me. I really can't be lookin' out for you, just got lucky this time. There's assholes bigger than me out there."
"Doubt it," you scoff. He raises an eyebrow and runs his tongue along his teeth, daring you to say more. You don't.
You fiddle with the sheets between you, biting at your cheek and bottom lip, so much more to say but the words just ending up jumbled in your head.
"I wasn't lying either. When I said I want it. All of it." That's a start, you figure.
"You don't want me. I could be anyone."
"Maybe I don't. Never said I did. I just know that I want whatever this is," you gesture between the two of you. Whatever had started as a transaction was clearly more than that now. You enjoyed the feel of him, the way he touched you and talked to you. You enjoyed the escape of it all. It was nice to know another person in the world knew you were there, that you existed, cared about you in some way, even if it was only enough to make sure you came. "Sex was never really any good with anyone else anyway."
"I've got other people I have arrangements with. I've got Tess, I've got -"
"I know. That doesn't matter. I'm not asking you to change. I don't want anything to change. I just want..." you trail off, shrugging. "I just want this for me. I don't care what it is for you, as long as it's good too."
He looks at you, taking you in with curious eyes, working out if what you're saying is true. If really, in this moment here and now, you want this exactly as it is. "I can do that."
You think that he gets it, understands it all more than you could ever explain. The thought of that alone is more comforting than any touch he could give you. It could have been a sweet moment, if that's what you two were. But it's not, and still he ruins it anyway.
"Pussy really is no one else's but mine, huh?" There's an edge to his voice that tells you he's holding back a laugh, and you could fucking hit him.
This time, you do. You relish in the oof that leaves his body as your hand collides with the side of his chest. He catches your wrist before you can land another soft blow, your skin prickling in his firm grip. You know from the feel of his hand and the look in his eye that you'll fuck him again before you leave his apartment today.
It only takes a few minutes for you to prove yourself right. You climb on top of him all soft curves and bouncing tits, hair a mess, face scrunched and jaw relaxed as you ride him, kissing him as much as you've ever wanted. Even when your legs ache, when he starts fucking up into you with each bounce of your hips, you carry on, wanting to take from him again and have him fill you.
He never tells you to leave, but eventually you get up, putting your clothes on, tucking your torn t-shirt around you. You expect your dad will be wondering where you've got to soon.
Joel sits and watches you dress until you're stood fully clothed, looking at him lying nude on his bed, a total contrast to what happened in this room just a week ago.
You think for a moment, waiting as he gets up and walks with you back through his apartment. You take in the last few hours. The last week. The last few months of knowing Joel Miller.
"Joel?"
"Mm."
You look him up and down as you stand in front of his door, still naked as the day he was born. "You're a massive slut, you know that, right?"
He laughs. Full bellied, head back, laughs.
"Takes one to know one, sweetheart," he says with a smirk, winking as he unlatches the front door.
You kiss Joel again as you leave his apartment. He can't stop you now, and you don't think he would ever even try.
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Steph was not running away. She wasn't. She just… needed some fresh air. Three blocks away. And she wasn't going back. Fresh air. “Sorry I ran away.” Steph whispered as Batman landed next to her. “Its alright.” Bruce said back, taking a careful seat next to her and letting his legs dangle. Because it was Bruce. It wasn't Batman, it wasn't Brucie Wayne. It was just Bruce. Even though she had run away. “I think there might be something wrong with me.” Steph whispered. “What makes you say that?” Bruce asked quietly. “I don't know.” She rubbed a hand over her face. “Maybe its the fact that im finally finally safe now, and i have security and a family and a decent dad and im just… tense. All the time. Waiting for the other shoe to drop.” Bruce dropped a careful arm around her shoulders. “You've been living your whole life in survival mode. Its.. its okay to not think life will be okay. That its too perfect. That it'll all be over in a flash, the second you let your guard down and get too comfortable.” Steph smiled weakly at him. “Speaking from experience?” Bruce grimaced. “Yes. And, speaking from experience, I’ve also learned its better to accept life as it is, right now. Embrace it wholly. Sure, it might be over tomorrow, but at least you have today.” Steph snorted. “Wow. Did you see a cat poster on your way over here?” Bruce offered her a smile at that, but she could tell he was still serious. “I know its not easy, but I’m here for you Steph. So are the others. We’ll get you to embrace us one day.” Steph laughed weakly. “Yeah. Maybe.” They sat there like that for a while, until little pins and needles were running down both Steph’s legs.
“I beat up a wall once.” Bruce said suddenly, breaking the silence. “When I was eight.” Steph started at the sudden start in conversation. “Okay..” she said slowly, chancing a side long glance at him. “Why? Did you win?” Bruce chuckled, holding up his right hand. “Because i though it would make me feel better.” He shook his head. “It didn't. I didn't.” he corrected, showing her his wrist beneath the glove where a faint white scar ran across it. “I broke my wrist. Snapped it right in half.” Steph gasped. “When you were eight?” she exclaimed faintly. Bruce nodded. “D- did it make you feel better?” Steph asked tentatively. Bruce shook his head, another chuckle rumbling through his body. “Gods no. It hurt like a bitch.” Steph snorted. He looked over at her. “You know what did make me feel better though?” She looked at him expectantly. “What?” Bruce smiled. “Alfred shattering the wall.” Steph gaped at him. “Nu-uh.” “yuh-huh.” bruce nodded. “Alfred?” Steph said skeptically. “We’re talking about the same Alfred?” Bruce snorted again. “When we found me curled up next to the wall,” he explained. “He assumed i had been beaten up. When i revealed to him, although a bit begrudgingly, that i had lost the fight against the wall, he had stood up and left.” “he left?” Steph exclaimed. “When you were hurt and revealed you had been fighting a wall????” bruce nodded. “Yep. I felt that way too. But then he returned holding a sledgehammer and-” he mimed swinging something. “Shattered it.” Steph let out a giggle, leaning into his side in laughter. “Wow.” she laughed. “How have i never heard this story before?” she asked, wheezing. Bruce shrugged, eyes twinkling as he watched her. “Im sure Babs is saving it for the right moment.” Steph giggled again. “Stephanie.” Bruce said softly. Steph composed herself slightly, hiccuping, and looked up at him. Bruces sapphire blue eyes gazed into hers. “I would shatter a wall for you.” he whispered. Steph swallowed. “I know Bruce. I know you would. I’m sorry I ran away.” Bruce looked around before shrugging. “Its not too far. I once caught Dick halfway on his way to Bludhaven.” Steph looked at him intrigued. “Why was he going there?” Bruce chuckled. “Wanted to run away and join the circus.” “ah.” Steph placed a gentle hand on his leg. “I guess I couldn't keep him from the city after all huh?” Bruce asked quietly. “Nope.” Steph said back. “But, you did give him something.” Bruce glanced at her. “Yeah? Whats that?” Steph smiled. “You gave him roots. A home. Dick has his apartment in Bludhaven now. He has his own team. A home. But you gave him a home he can come back to. Fall back on.” Bruce smiled. “Thank you. And,” His hand covered hers where it rested on his leg, long pale fingers curling around hers. Steph kept her eyes trained on their hands, on the protective body shielding her from the cold. “If you allow it, I would love to provide the same for you.” Steph’s lip began to tremble, and she gave a jerky nod, a tear hitting her leg. Bruce reached over and brushed them away. “I love you Steph.” Steph let out a small hiccupy laugh, leaning into his touch. “I love you too…Dad.”
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"Asshole"
Carl Grimes x male!reader
pre Negan Alexandria, reader is Ron's older brother, kinda Carl's pov?, mention of porn, carl discovering his sexuality and being really confused about it, arguing, mention of guns
This is my first fanfic in years, english is not my first language so there might be some(a lot of) mistakes
part two
Carl was annoyed, like really pissed off and the thing is nothing really happend to get him so agitated, everything was fine, well as fine as it can be with the dead walking around. Everything was fine except his stupid little teenage heart. When finally things were going okay, when he finally had a roof over his head, food in his stomach and water in his sink, when he finally had a chance to take a break from living in constant fear, everything went to shit because of a one person.
He met (Y/N) when he was chilling in Ron's house, playing some video games, he was spending time with his friends ( if he could call them that) and finally feel like a normal teenage boy.
"You're cheating! " said Mikey, clearly not believing that young Grimes could've beaten him six times in a row.
Carl only chuckled at his words finding it funny that the boy could be such a sore loser.
"He probably doesn't even know how to cheat" Enid didn't even look up from her comic book as she spoke. Brown haired boy felt a sudden warm feeling in his chest, maybe him and Enid had a shot at being friends?
Enid was always distant, always annoyed at him for some unknown reason, when all he tried to do is make some friends, he didn't think he was too pushy or obnoxious, but maybe he was wrong. Anyway, he hoped that this was a sign that they were on the right track.
"Come on, it's my turn" Ron tried to break the silence after his girlfriends words. He himself was somehow surprised that Enid had protected Carl, after all he thought that they both disliked the new boy.
Unfortunately Anderson didn't have the time to sit on the floor and start the game before someone called to him.
"Ron? You here?" the voice came from downstairs and Carl was almost certain that he haven't met it's owner yet.
Approaching footsteps could've been heard and soon a new face appeared by the door.
Grimes discretely studied the newcomer's face, before him stood a boy, a little older than him with beautiful eyes and even prettier smile. To be honest, the man was gorgeous and Carl only wished he met him sooner, whoever he was.
"You're back from the run?" Ron stood up, he was clearly pleased to see this mysterious boy.
"Mhm" he nodded and took something out of his bag. "And I got you a little something" he said with a playful smirk on his face.
The little something happened to be a porn magazine and Anderson blushed furiously at the sight of it.
Mikey barely held back a laugh and he looked like he was suffocating while Enid completely ignored this whole situation. Carl himself found it amusing and couldn't help a little smile on his face.
Ron quickly took the magazine and threw it under his bed and because he did it without any thought, almost automatically, that made Carl think that this perhaps wasn't the first time something like that happened.
"I don't think we've met before, pretty boy" the stranger turned to the long haired male with a slight smile. His words made Carl blush a little and Ron more red than before, but this time with anger and not embarrassment.
"Don't call him tha-"
"I'm Carl. Carl Grimes" he cut the boy off as he introduced himself. Beautiful eyes of the man before him studied his face and Carl found himself feeling all tingly and warm in his chest once again.
"Nice hat, cowboy" he laughed, surely he wasn't trying to be mean, only to lighten up the mood a bit, but Grimes boy couldn't help to feel a little hurt and trying to hide himself by lowering his head, not wanting to look him in the face. "Name's (Y/N), Ron's older brother" he added, hoping his little comment will soon be forgotten.
(Y/N), such a pretty name, Carl thought, suits him quite nicely.
After that day the teen couldn't stop thinking about (Y/N), his hair looked so soft, his eyes friendly, his smile charming and his lips so-
Carl pushed his face into his pillow, feeling embarrassed to think such things about the boy. It was embarrassing, yes. But it was also new and exciting, definitely confusing, but mostly exciting. He never thought he would ever try to imagine how it feels to hug another boy, how to kiss another boy, how to be with another boy.
It's been a couple of weeks since they've met and all the brown haired boy could think was (Y/N), they've spent some time together and Carl even dared to call them friends. The other boy wasn't as interested in comic books as Carl was, but he seemed interested in hearing what Carl had to say about them. They often found themselves in the young Grimes' room, sitting on his bed, Carl talking about the newest comic he read while (Y/N) listened with a smile on his face.
Sometimes they would go on walks outside the walls, they kept close, their shoulders brushing against each other, thrill of being alone in the woods where danger was just around the corner, Carl couldn't help but love those.
So where all this anger came from? From frustration, not knowing who he was, who did he like and really not having an option to answer these questions. In the old world he might've just searched something on the internet, maybe done some quizzes, perhaps watched some porn, but this wasn't an option these days. All he knew was that he liked, really liked, (Y/N) , so was he gay? No, he couldn't be, not when he thought about kissing Enid as well, he thought that she was very pretty and her lips looked so soft. So, did he like both guys and girls? Was that even possible? Did he only like girls and (Y/N) was only an exception or was it the other way around and he only like boys, Enid being the exception? Hell, did he like anyone at all or was it just his hormones, some weird need to create a safe space for himself, his very own family? He was so confused and in a need for a serious talk but he didn't want to bother anyone, his dad and Michonne had a lot of work, Daryl would probably by more embarrassed about a conversation like that than Carl himself, with Ron, Enid and Mikey there was always a possibility that they could tell (Y/N) about his feelings.
He sighed and laid on his back, eyes pointed at the ceiling where (Y/N) put little glow in the dark star stickers he found in an abandoned house, Carl had to hold him up so he could reach the ceiling and gosh, his heart still raced at the memory of how close they were in that moment.
"Hey, cowboy. Whatcha doin'?" a familiar voice spoke and Carl almost died from hitting his head on the nightstand because of how fast he reached for the walkie. They'd found them on a run one time, probably should've given them to Rick, but how could anyone throw away an opportunity to talk to their crush in the middle of the night?
"Hey, what's up?" he responded trying to sound cool and casual, unfortunately his voice cracked a little which made him blush with embarrassment. He hated when it happened, he couldn't do anything about it and everyone made fun of it.
"Whoa, easy buddy. Just wanted to ask if you wanted to go on a walk?" (Y/N)'s soft chuckle made Grimes ever more red. Gosh, his laugh was perfect, always made him smile too.
"Oh, crap, sorry, I already have plans with Enid" he suddenly remembered, since he followed her to the forest a couple of times they started to talk more and their friendship blossomed. They liked spending time with each other, mostly reading comics and just enjoying each other's company.
"You didn't tell me you had a date?" the boy on the other side of the walkie tried to sound offended.
"It's not a date, we just hang out sometimes, it's not a big deal" he quickly explained, although the thought of (Y/N) being jealous was very appealing he didn't want to risk pushing the boy away. If he had the tinest chance then he won't let it go to waste.
"Sure" there was a loud sigh, a disappointed one, though it might've been just his imagination. "I get it, no need to be shy 'bout having a girlfriend. Anyways, I'd better leave you alone, get ready for your totally casual hanging out with Enid alone in the woods totally not kissing. Have a nice one" (Y/N) left him with those words leaving Carl irritated again. He always does this, he always suggests that him and Enid are boyfriend and girlfriend, he's totally oblivious about Grimes' feelings. Enid was cool, pretty, good listener and if (Y/N) wasn't here Carl probably would've want to have that kind of relationship with her but for now his mind was focused on the boy who just hang up on him.
He hated it when (Y/N) always said crap like that and not even considered that Carl might've some sort of feelings for him. Or maybe he did realise that and he said stuff like that to show that he simply wasn't interested? Fuck, love is so complicated.
Few days later, they were exploring an abandoned building, Rick and Glenn cleared one room at a time while they stuffed their backpacks with whatever that might've been useful. They haven't really talked since that day, (Y/N) said he was busy doing something with Ron, which was obviously bullshit, although Ron was his brother, he annoyed (Y/N) more than he did anyone else. Carl spent those days thinking about what could he possibly have done wrong, maybe the other boy really was jealous? Maybe he was jealous of Carl spending so much time with Enid because he had the hots for her? Maybe he was just overthinking?
"Oh, look what I've found!" the object of his thoughts stood in front of him holding a dusty bottle of wine. "Should we take it?" he said with a mischievous grin. "Maybe you drink it with Enid, that'd be romantic, hm?"
"Are you seriously talking about it again? Me and Enid are not together" irritation in his voice must've thrown (Y/N) off a bit, because he just stood there looking confused.
"Come on, Carl, everyone can see it, you like her" he sighed, his voice tired of the same conversation over and over again, can't Carl just admit it?
"I don't like Enid, hell, I don't know if I even like girls, (Y/N)!" he snapped and quickly started regretting his words, he didn't mean to say that.
"What? Why didn't you tell me?" he looked hurt, well of course he was, his best friend didn't tell him about his feelings, about what he's been going through.
"Forget it" he murmured under his breath and shoved the bottle in his backpack. "Let's just go"
He didn't expect for the other boy to grab his hand, though deep down he loved the sensatiom of being touched by him, he was too pissed off.
"What do you want from me?!" he yelled, clearly forgetting about the dead lurking behind every corner, just waiting for a chance to attack.
"I want you to talk to me, Carl" the older boy's voice was sad, almost as sad as when he told his friend about his abusive dad.
"There's nothing to talk about" starting to feel a bit guilty for hurting his friend, he tried to end the topic and move on.
"There is! For example, if you don't know if you like girls does it mean you like boys? Or do you think you don't like anyone in general?" the Alexandrian's expression turned from disappointed and hurt to irritated at the brown haired boy's behavior.
"I don't know!" all of the emotions he felt for the past couple of weeks started to come to the surface, he was frustrated that once again for not being able to answer these questions.
"How do you not know?!" they were both angry at each other at this point, Carl for (Y/N) pushing him, asking about stuff he had no idea about and (Y/N) at Carl for not wanting to talk to him.
"How am I supposed to know?! I don't know how to find out!"
And then something unexpected happened, one second Carl was clenching his fists ready to smash something with his head and the other he felt his whole body shiver and tense up at the feeling of a soft pair of lips against his own. He was too shocked to kiss (Y/N) back, too confused, too tingly and weak inside to do anything. All of the sudden he felt all the love his felt for this boy erupting inside of him as he grabbed him by the neck and pulled him closer. It was messy, weird and very awkward, but it was charming in some kind of way. Almost perfect, almost. It would've been if not for the walker who just emerged from around the corner, attracted by their fight, hungry and ready to attack.
Shots were fired from (Y/N)'s gun as he stood there focused on the monster, his lips all red and swollen from the kiss.
"You okay?" he asked carefully as if Carl was a wild animal easy to scare.
"Yeah" he only managed to say, still to stunned to speak.
"Good" he put his gun back into the holster and looked at the Grimes boy once again. "Next time you need help figuring something out just tell me, asshole"
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Spit in my face, my love, it won't faze me
Spider felt a lot of things at the moment. Cold, hot, empty, full. But mostly he felt lonely.
His vision was going blurry, darkening at the edges. He couldn't make out his own hand in front of his face, but he recognized his own blood coating it. If he had to guess, he had wounds on his stomach, arms, legs and back. His whole body was just one big bruise at this point, aching and throbbing like never before. In a sense, he got the blue stripes he'd always wanted. Nevermind the fact that they weren't stripes, just blue spots that were close enough together for him to mistake them as such.
The thing that definitely hurt the most was the cut around his throat, bleeding sluggishly and coating his body in blood. He had a feeling that it was the source of his trouble with breathing, come to think of it.
Now that he was laying on a cold ship deck and 100% dying, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. It was like all the emotions and trauma he'd been compartmentalising these past few months decided to pull a quick one on him and now he had so many fears and regrets. He regrets going to the shack, being born, trying to be Na'vi, not doing something while they hunted that tulkun, not doing more when the Na'vi were being threatened. And he was afraid, were the others safe? Did Quaritch let Kiri go? Have they fled the ship just yet? Are they safe?
A selfish, horrible, human part of him wishes they stayed. And because he is dying; he decides to indulge himself with those selfish fantasies of his. He imagines Lo'ak being there, telling him about the trouble he'd gotten up to without him, Kiri talking about the plants and the animals. Tuk showing him a cool shell she found, maybe Neteyam venting about his frustrations or something. Anything but the sound of fading screams and crackling flames.
The smell of blood and petrol hung in the air like a thick fog; clouding his senses with the copper scent. The ocean breeze felt like hell against his open wounds. It was freezing out here, and incredibly dark. Really, he should be happy the others got away. Overjoyed, thankful even. But he selfishly wishes to not be alone right now.
"Spider?"
The voice echoes in his ears. Oh. Oh, it sounds familiar, oddly so. He felt a strange sort of calm rush over him; something like acceptance. It felt like a warm blanket on his beaten and broken body; one he desperately needed. No one has made him feel safe like this, ever, except for maybe….
"J--Jake?"
He hates how weak and uncertain his voice sounds, carried like some kind of fragile chord over the winds. He feels a set of hands, warm and realer than what he could've imagined by himself, pawing at his injuries. He sees blue skin and yellow eyes, and he has to laugh at the absurdity of it.
"Jake, you came back…" he says in astonishment, not seeing the hurt look flashing over the man's face. "Are the others okay? Where are they?" He asked, spluttering out a cough and tasting metal in his throat.
"They're okay, Spider, son, they're okay." He says in English, and Spider doesn't think that's weird at all. He nods to the best of his ability, giving him a wide grin. "Did--did we get them? The demons? Did I do good?"
"Yes, son, we got all of them. Everyone is safe. You did so good, you were amazing, I promise."
He sighs in relief. At least he had that little bit of solace during his last moments. At least he had that. And you know, he had Jake. Jake was here, and now he wasn't alone. He hadn't realised he was scared of being alone until he was. Dying alone, he'd never considered it, but that was his reality until a couple minutes ago. Jake saved him from having to face that, even if he couldn't save him from his wife. In his heart of hearts, he knows he never intended to.
"Jake, I'm tired–, it–, it hurts. I'm just so tired…" he whispers, strength draining from his body like a river flowing to the ocean. He feels a kiss pressed to his temple as Jake pulls him to his chest; the feeling of his vest against his skin all too alien. The man bit back a sob, instead breathing heavily and unevenly.
"It's okay, son, it's okay. You can go to sleep, you've earned it. Me and the others, we'll all be here when you wake up, okay?" He promises and Spider desperately agrees. "You did so well, we're all so proud of you and we love you, you know that, right? Everything that happened before, that doesn't matter. I love you, Spider." He says with the desperation of a prayer.
"Really…? Even Neytiri?" He asks weakly. The other nods, running a hand through his dreads. "Yes, even her." The boy has to smile at that. "It's so cold." He says, and Jake adjusts his grip so they're better pressed together. "Better?" He asks, and Spider offers a weak nod.
"Oel ngati kameie, Jake.." he whispers. It is the last thing he says before he goes, hopefully being accepted by Eywa. "Oel Ngati kameie, son." His voice sounds broken, but certain. It is the last thing he hears before the world goes dark and his body goes limp.
Quaritch looked at his son's dead body and felt cold. He wonders if this is the same chill Spider felt just now. Like a gaping hole in his chest that the wind passes through, carrying its saltwater breeze like poison. Sully and his brood are gone; left him behind without a second thought. The children had this look of shock when Spider crumpled to the floor the first time, victim to their own mother. They might have screamed. They might have cried. Quaritch doesn't remember nor care.
In his final moments, Spider wanted Jake, the man who left him for dead twice now. And Quaritch could've corrected him easily, but it seemed so needlessly cruel. Spider was dying, his son was dying, why deny him the fantasy in his head? The dreams of family and acceptance that he was never afforded, not by the people he desperately needed it from. So yes, he let his son think it was Jake who held him while he died, and that his crazy wife really did care, even though she's responsible for this. It was disrespectful to the highest degree, but Quaritch thinks that his son is allowed to spit in his face, just this once.
It was enough for Spider, who looked peaceful in his arms, eerily still and pale. He wonders if he should leave him here, let the Sullys find him and give him the burial he wanted. He wonders if the fish would get his body first, or the fire. He wonders if they'd return at all, opting to let the ship burn itself down. It certainly sounds like Sully. He sighs.
Mind made up, he approached his ikran. The journey to the Omaticaya would be long, so it's best that he starts moving. At the very least, he'd make sure his son would be put to rest where he called home. He wouldn't take that from him, not in death, at least.
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Decided you guys should feel sad, hope you liked it!!!
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Spirit of the sea
Izzy Hands x Reader (GN)
SEASON 2 CONTENT AHEAD!!!
Blackbeard rules the sea. Despite wanting his captain back, Izzy realises his mistake. Protecting the crew is his concern. Protecting you is his life mission. Stede's return brings hope, but there's a lot of work to be done before this crew becomes a family.
{Masterlist}
{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}
Warnings: Spoilers. Izzy's depression spiral. No real unicorns were harmed in the making of Izzy's new leg. Things get a little steamy at the end.
Chapter Thirteen - Loving touch
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Stede had gathered the crew, minus Izzy, to talk to them all. Turns out Ed woke up. You swore under your breath when you heard that. No way is that man going to be happy with any of you.
"What happened to your face?" Pete asked Stede who was standing to a bruise on his cheek.
"Bet Blackbeard did that, didn't he?" Wee John asks.
"It was an accident. Okay? I think Ed just sat up too quickly," Stede says.
"That's what they all say," Roach states.
"As you know, he's gone through quite the ordeal and he does need to regain his strength," Stede explains.
"Yeah. He'll probably get around to killing you after he's rested," Jim says, looking Stede in the eye.
"Yeah, I'd say it's a pretty obvious mistake letting him get strong again," Lucius points out. You nod.
"Kick him off the ship already!" Jim yells.
"We just don't banish people, do we?" Stede says. "That's not us. Let's give him some time, perhaps to rebound a bit."
"Medically speaking, the man can't speak, and his brain is maybe couscous." Roach points out. "Also, gonna need that steak back. It's dinner."
"Right. Yes, aye."
"Maybe we should put it to the vote," Fang suggests.
"Do we have to do this now?" Stede asks.
The crew start yelling.
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Stede got his answers from the crew, that much was clear enough. As you head out, Stede catches up to you.
"You were awfully quiet in there."
"Don't get me wrong. I agree with them, Ed has to go."
Stede's expression falls.
"I know you like him, but that man... he did things. He hurt people like I've never seen before. He hurt Izzy..."
"Ah yes, Izzy. How is he?" Stede asks.
"He's been better."
"Where is he anyway? I didn't see him in there."
"Drinking probably. He, uh, he's stopped talking to me at the moment. He won't talk to anyone."
Stede frowns again. "He's stopped talking to you?"
"I think it's the constant drinking... It's making him... upset. Like, more than before."
"I see..."
You shrug lightly and sigh. "Look, I'm not looking for sympathy. You're the captain, sort this out."
You walk off. Stede watches you go, his heart feeling heavy. Maybe he could have a word with Izzy for you.
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You sit on deck with the wooden sparrow in your hands. After everything that happened it had survived. Izzy had kept it in his cabin. You had found it when you had gone in there to find him. Izzy was nowhere to be seen, but the sparrow was sitting on his desk. There was a slight chip in the wood, right on the wing, but for the most part it looked good.
You sigh as you run your finger carefully over it's little head. Did Izzy even notice it was gone? Probably not.
"The atmosphere around here sucks," Lucius sighs, sitting down next to you. You notice the cigarette between his fingers, but you don't ask. "What's that?" He nods toward the wooden bird.
"Marietta."
"Marietta?" He looks at you with a funny expression.
"That's what I called it. It was a gift for Izzy from me. I dropped the first one in the sea while I was angry at him... so I remade her." You hold the sparrow up. "She's a little beaten, but still in nest condition."
"You carved him a bird?"
"Look, I can't draw like you can. I can't make sew like Frenchie, or knit like Wee John. I can, however, whittle."
Lucius smiles a little. "I like it."
A moment of silence passes while you play with the bird in your hands a little more.
"So, you and Izzy?"
"So, you and Pete?" You reply, sarcastically.
"We're fine," he says defensively. "What's going on with your boyfriend?"
You raise your eyes to Lucius. "Blackbeard abused him. Punished him. Took his leg. He's a little upset at the moment. Rightfully so."
Lucius stands up a little defensively. "We've all been through shit," he says.
You narrow your eyes at him. "I'm not saying you haven't. We thought you were dead!"
"Well, I wasn't." He puts out his cigarette. "I've suffered too and it's all his fault!" He points to where Blackbeard is tied up on the deck.
"He's fucked everyone over, Lucius. Just need Stede to get his ass in gear and do something about it."
Lucius sighs. "Do you think anything will ever go back to how it was?"
"No," you admit honestly. "But I do believe things can get better. In time."
Lucius says nothing. He glares at Blackbeard and then leaves. You sigh and return to holding the bird, caressing it again gently.
"Oh, Izzy..."
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Stede found Izzy at the front of the ship. He was leaning on some of the rope rigging, his wooden leg propped up on the railing. In his other hand was a bottle of rum, of which he was drinking merrily.
He looked a mess.
Stede offered him a smile as he joined him, ignoring the look Izzy was throwing his way. He means over and notices the unicorn is missing it's head.
"He's seen better days, hasn't he?" Stede asks in a lighthearted manner.
"At least he's still got both legs!" Izzy yells.
"Yes!" Stede joins in. "He can't hear you, he's go no head. You've got a head, though, which you should look after."
Izzy down his rum. Stede sighs.
"What do you want, Bonnet?" Izzy asks, not really in the mood for conversation.
"Well, here's the thing. The crew, they're in a bit of a deadlock over the whole banishment of Ed thing and I just thought, seeing as, well, you were the one who kept his body aboard, maybe you should weigh in. You've already murdered him once. Seems like a pretty good payback." He chuckles softly. "So, what do you think?"
"My vote?" Izzy leans in a little closer to Stede. "A rotten let's got to come off."
"Right. Just to confirm, was that a nay or yay on the banishment?"
Izzy just drinks some more.
"Right... I suppose I just mention that our Spirit of the sea is worried about you. You've stopped talking to them apparently..."
Izzy says nothing.
"Don't push them out, Izzy."
Izzy just drinks from his bottle again. Stede sighs and takes his leave.
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"So! We, the crew of The Revenge, have voted and we've chosen banishment, unfortunately." Frenchie states, announcing the result. "So, yeah. Effective immediately. Your complimentary dinghy awaits you portside. Now leave, please."
"Fuck off," Ed hisses, walking past him. You watch him closely.
"Alright, rude."
"Fuck you," Ed laughs softly, walking past Olu.
"First time I've been on this side of a walk of shame," Wee John comments.
"Way to make this awkward, bruh," Archie says.
"Shitty sailing with you." Jim chimes in.
"You're making it really hard to look up to you, man," Pete sighs.
"Hey, made you this sandwich for the trip," Roach says, holding it out to him. Ed slaps it out of his hand and Stede catches it
"You don't want your sammie?" Stede looks sad.
Ed slaps it out of Stede's hand and it hits Lucius in the face. You have to cover your mouth to stop from laughing. Lucius bites back his laughter too. It really isn't a funny moment, throwing someone off the ship, but at least you can find something to laugh about, you supposed.
"Ed, say something at least."
Ed turns his head and looks at Stede.
"You're not a fuckin' mermaid."
You knit your brows together in confusion by that statement. Stede looked equally confused.
"What?"
Ed climbs off the ship and into the dinghy. Stede looks down and watches him, you and Lucius part with the rest if the crew, not hanging about to watch any longer.
Ed was gone. That was that.
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"Is it me or does the energy around here seem off?" Wee John asked.
"By 'the energy,' do we mean him?" Roach nods over to Lucius who was smiling and freaking out a little. "Or him?" He gestures over to where Izzy is still standing at the front of the ship yelling at the unicorn.
"Well, mythical creature?" Izzy yells. You sigh as you watch him from where you stand. He still wasn't talking to you much. "Anything to say to yourself? Fuck you!"
"Or them?" Roach asks, looking at Jim, Archie, Frenchie, and Fang scrubbing the deck of any "possible" bloodstains left over from where Edward had bled out.
"Do you still see blood?"
"Yeah. We'll get it. Just keep scrubbing."
"They're lookin' this way." Fang says.
You tune out the rest of their conversation to watch your stupid drunk pirate curse at the unicorn some more. If only you could talk to him. He would surely listen to you.
It was breaking your heart to see him fall apart like this. Izzy hadn't held you since you got back onto The Revenge. He was shutting you out, suffering on his own.
You hated it.
You try not to let the tears fall as you walk away, letting Izzy do whatever the fuck he wanted.
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Olu had invited you to join the crew for a surprise. Jim had speculated they were planning to kill you all off for being disturbed after sailing with Blackbeard. You thought it was a bit of a stretch, but you wouldn't put it last them either.
You were all guided below deck where the surprise was.
"You gotta close your 'cause it's a surprise." Olu says.
No one does that, everyone sceptical. Frenchie leads you all behind Olu. You find Pete and Wee John waiting.
"Ta da!"
Wee John moves to reveal the surprise.
The crew all jump and startle, hiding the knives they were all carrying behind their backs incase of an attack.
"Fuck!" Lucius sighs, jumpy enough already.
"Guys, it's called a pine-ata." Pete says.
"Yeah. So, you just pull this string and then--" Olu tries to explain.
"And then you hit it with a stick!" Pete demonstrates.
Everyone is triggered. PTSD from the storm, from Blackbeard.
"Time for blindfolding." Wee John tries.
"Stay the fuck sway from me!" Jim yells.
"You won't want to stay the fuck away from this came!" Roach says, brining the cake in.
You feel your stomach churn at the sight of it. It looks like the wedding cake...
"God's sake, take it away!" Fang screams.
You all draw your weapons. Yeah, even you. This is too much, too soon. This how it ends up at a stand off.
"One-half of this room has some serious emotional damage," Jim explains, holding Wee John in a choke hold. "And it's not us."
"Well, it's not us!" Wee John says back.
You have your knife pointing at Olu.
"Right, so, is everybody else's arms and various limbs getting tired?" Frenchie asks.
"Alright, look, look, look, look. I think there's actually an easier way to resolve this." Olu days, eyeing your knife. "Yes? Right. So you all think that we're plottin' against you?"
"Yeah," you nod.
"Which, in hindsight, maybe was inaccurate." Frenchie says. "I don't know, you tell me."
"Okay. So, can we all agree to just not jump the other crew and solve this as fuckin' adults?" Olu asks.
"You're saying this is like a space that is safe?" Jim asks him.
"Yeah, babe." Olu looks at them.
"I love that."
"A safe space."
"Yeah, okay."
You all lower your knives. You take a deep breath. Nearly lost your cool there.
"A lot has gone unsaid," Roach speaks. "I think now is a great time to discuss lingering issues."
"Yeah, yeah, absolutely." Archie nods. "Can we talk about the fucked-up sleeping arrangements?"
"Excuse me, do you even have a name, new guy?" Wee John asks her.
"Yeah, fuck you is her name." Jim starts, drawing their knife again.
"Hey, stupid name for a person," Roach draw his knife on Jim.
"You know my name is Archie," she point her weapon at Roach.
Everyone draws their weapons again. You sigh and point your knife at Olu again, but he doesn't sense any actual malice from you.
The sound of something thudding against the floor draws everyone's attention to the door. You turn and your heart skips a beat at the sight of Izzy. Two wooden legs at his feet.
"There! It's done!" He yells. "Maybe next time he'll think twice about not doing his fucking--" Izzy's peg leg breaks from under him as he raises his crutch and he falls harshly to the ground.
You gasp and drop your knife, hurrying over to him. He shrugs you off.
"Get off me! Fuck off!"
You sit there on your knees as he rolls over and starts crawling down the hall. Your heart breaks watching him.
"Leave me alone! I'm already gone." He mutters. He starts repeating a phrase over and over again. "You're born alone, you die alone. You're born alone, you die alone."
You can feel tears building up again. God, only Izzy could ever make you cry so much.
"Yeah, he's definitely more disturbed than any of us," Lucius says, watching Izzy go.
You try to hide your teary eyes as you get up and leave.
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You're sat up on deck with yours curled up wiping away the tears that were falling. If only you could get that stupid man to talk to you. You just wound to heal his internal wounds, and soothe his external wounds.
You don't hear the door open, but you do hear footsteps coming over. You turn your face away, but you know it's Fang who is now sitting beside you. He has one of the unicorn legs in his hand.
"You okay?" He asks softly. Fang was a soothing presence.
"Spectacular," you mutter.
He look down at the wooden leg and then back at you.
"We, uh, we had an idea for Izzy."
You wipe your eyes again. "Yeah?"
"We're gonna make him a new leg. You wanna help? It would sure mean a lot if you gave it to him after." Fang smiles.
"You want me to help?"
"I think Izzy would like that, don't you?"
You shrug quietly. "I don't know. He's not exactly talking to me right now."
"Aw, listen. He still loves you. He's just hurting, but maybe we can help. Let's do something good for him."
Fang offers you a small smile.
You find yourself smiling back. You reach over and take the leg from him. "Okay. Let me see what we can do."
Less than 30 minutes later the leg is being constructed, the crew are gathered to help. Fang constructs the leg into a strong, comfortable, and practical leg. Lucius had got some gold paint to add something that little bit extra.
You smile as you paint the leg.
"The gold was a gold touch."
Lucius smiles, happy he could help.
You leave the leg to dry and then Fang returns to your side with it. You sigh as you take it, looking it over.
"We sure it will do?" You ask.
"Its been measured and made just for Izzy. It will more than do. Oh don't forget the note." Fang holds out the parchment.
You take the leg and take the note.
"Right..."
"Just leave it outside his door if he doesn't want to talk. I can assure you he'll talk to you again soon."
You nod and make your way to Izzy's cabin.
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As you approach Izzy's door, you don't hear much. It's almost too quiet for your liking. You hover outside the door, the leg in hand. That's when you hear his voice. He's talking to someone.
"And you? What's your excuse?" You hear him say. You lean a little closer to listen, worried about him. "I mean, what even are you?"
You knock on the door hoping he'll answer.
"Fuck off." You hear him shout. You knock again firmly. "Fuck off!" He yells again.
You sigh. Telling him it was you probably wouldn't make a difference. You prop the leg up but the door, tucking the note and Marietta, Izzy's carved sparrow that you still had, into it.
You knock again and hurry away, disappearing down the hall.
"You are harassing a cripple! Fucking twats!" Izzy yells, no longer realising the person has gone from behind his door. He limps his way over and opens it, looking down the hall.
He sees no one.
His gaze drops down to the item waiting for him. He sees the note and the bird. He reads the note first, all emotion clogging up in his throat.
Those little shits.
He cries. Izzy covers his mouth as tears overwhelm him. He looks up down the hall, trying not to break down.
"Fucking cocksuckers."
He sees the sparrow and picks it up. It's then he realises you had been the one knocking. His finger close around the bird and the tears fall freely.
Shit. He's been really shit to you.
Izzy hold the sparrow against his chest and takes a few deep breaths. He grabs the leg and hobbles back inside his room.
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It's the early hours of the morning.
Izzy stands on deck with his new leg on. It's a good fit. Made really well. His hair is slicked back against his scalp, out of his face. His face is a little cleaner. No rum in sight.
In one hand he's clutching the ring he wears under his clothes, hanging from a string of twine. He smiles as he looks down at it.
In his other hand is the note. His eyes drift over to the words written on it. His heart feels full.
'For the new unicorn.'
Izzy smiles.
With the dawn of a new day comes a new Izzy. A healing Izzy.
He's going to be okay.
No. He'll be more than okay.
He just needs to talk to you first.
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The sun hasn't even risen yet when Izzy wakes you. You've been sleeping with the rest of the crew since Izzy stopped talking to you, so he had to be quiet when waking you. You're startled awake by something hitting your face again and again.
You wake up to find little balls of paper being thrown at you. You look up to see Izzy waving you over. You look at him confused. He wasn't talking to you befkre, and now he wants to?
That's when you notice the leg and your heart begins to race.
You climb out of bed and make your way out of the room, not waking a single person. You follow Izzy into his cabin and enter cautiously. He looks tidier, cleaner, more content.
"Izzy?"
He stands there and looks at you. There are several emotions flickering in his eyes, but he finds his words in no time.
"Thank you."
You stand there awkwardly. "I didn't do anything."
Izzy inhales loud enough for you to hear as he looks down at his leg, his hand resting over his thigh. "You did this."
"It was the crew's idea."
Izzy holds up the sparrow. "I noticed it was gone, but there was only one place it could be."
You nod your head softly.
Izzy puts the sparrow down and walks over to you, closing the distance between you both. You find your heart rate picking up as you look into those beautiful eyes of him.
"I love you," he whispers.
Just like that he's reaching out and kissing you. You're in his arms again. You return his kiss, having missed his lips. Having missed him. You reach out and take hold of him.
The kiss is hot, passionate, desperate. It's significance lies with the fact that you two spend all your time wanting each other, but when you're hurting, you don't reach out for one another.
You remove his scarf, taking the ring around it and carefully placing it down. It belonged to his mother and you know he would definitely curse you if you lost it. You begin to undress him, and he, you.
Clothes land on the floor. The soft thud of his wooden foot taps lightly on the floor as he moves you over to his bed.
Doing this right after the emotional rollercoaster you both has been through probably wasn't the best idea, but this time no one could stop you both, and this was long overdue.
You push Izzy down on the bed and take care of him, admiring him. You notice the other ring around his neck. You had seen it before, but it's origins you hadn't known. He was wearing it last time you did this too.
Still, your mind was focused on other things.
Safe to say, both of you are going to be a little late getting up tomorrow.
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Okay this can be a quite triggering idea but it's been in my head for ages now so I got myself to write it down. It's about severe physical injuries and mutilation so yeah I think it's better to clarify that-
So basically it's another Sinner Adam stuff, if he was reborn in hell and sinners found out who he is they will immediately go after him there's no doubt. In he's weakened state they would have their revenge. So what if they actually catch him? And this is hell, so sinners don't play around.
What if one day Lucifer has to open his door to be met with Adam's sinner form? But that's not the creepy part - the unsettling thing is that the man doesn't speak. He just stares. Lucifer invites him in, he just sits down. He offers him a glass of water or anything, Adam doesn't accept. No matter what Lucifer says or asks, he doesn't speak at all. It starts to get creepy, but Lucifer doesn't know what's going on. His body is hidden under his usual robe, and sure, he looks quite worn and beaten, he looks traumatized.
But there's much more to that. Lucifer has to realize that Adam doesn't speak because he's physically unable to. The sinners muted him (I didn't really think through how but it's possible I'm sure and it's fiction anyways so... Just for the gore lol)
But not only that, they severely injured him, to the extent of cutting/tearing his wings off. Discovering that would be quite a shock to Lucifer - how was this guy even able to come to his place on two legs???
Then he would have to deal with him, take care of him, help him heal (I mean he could surely heal Adam, he's an extremely powerful entity but if we suppose that he can't just heal him like that, at least not completely, or that it takes a lot of energy so he can't just help in one go it becomes more deep lol.) Besides, it's up to our imagination of to what extent could Adam heal. I see it as he would be definitely able to get his voice back, but... His wings? I mean, if they were cut off with angelic steel they won't grow back right..?
Either way it would end up being hurt/comforf. Oh and Lucifer would have to deal with Adam's psychological trauma too. Maybe it's hurt/hurt. Nevermind.
Oooo yeah I've heard of stories where a sinner Adam is basically just... Tortured and tortured to death over and over again before even reaching the hotel. Sometimes it's a bit too grim even for me but I absolutely understand the narrative purpose of it. I do think being a bit beat up would do Adam some good gkslglslgd. I'm sorry baby boy, the character development demands it 😔
I'd actually be interested in something like that happening well AFTER Adam and Lucifer meet again though. Like, if it happened right after Adam falls, I don't think Lucifer would actually give much of a shit about him. For the comfort to actually happen and all that, they'd need to have already passed through the initial hurdle of, well, everything else lol
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mako's sticky little secret
Makoto quietly sneaked into his room. After his evening patrol as the 'friendly neighbourhood spiderman', his injuries finally catch up to him as his adrenaline slowly dissipates.
He removed his shoes first before climbing into the window to his room. Once in his room, he took off his mask, took a deep breath, and sighed.
He was removing suit when the door creaked open to reveal you, in an oversized white shirt and pyjama, messy hair and holding up a bat, your face still a bit puffy, it looked like you just woke up, Makoto noticed.
The two of you just stood there for a hot minute, trying to process on what was going on.
"I can explain," Makoto started, but he was cut off when you rushed towards him and grabbed his face, looking at how much his face was beaten up.
"You okay? Does anything other than your face hurt?" You asked him cautiously, checking his body, he hissed when you touched his rib.
"Take off your suit and just seat on the bed, I'll grab some ice and first aid kit," you left him, Makoto still quite in shock but followed your instructions.
You came into the room and found Makoto shirtless. You noticed that there was a big growing bruise on his right rib, and lots of scratches and smaller bruises were scattered on him.
"What happened?" You questioned Makoto as you started treating his injuries, cleaning them gently first with a wet towel.
"It was just a really rough night," Makoto looked down. He owed you this. You didn't care if he was Spiderman. You only cared that he was hurt, and Makoto couldn't be affected by your reaction. Sometimes, he thinks that may be it was fate that brought you, a med student, and him, Spiderman, together.
The both of you just stayed silent. After that, as you were focusing on treating his wounds, you put the ice in his bruise, Makoto hissed with the sudden effect of the ice, and you took his reaction to the ice to put the ointment gently.
Makoto could only look at you with adoration in his eyes as he couldn't find in himself the comfy silence. He watched the way your hands handled his wounds gently but securely.
"So... when were you planning to tell me?" You asked him, not making eye contact.
"I.. I don't know... I don't wanna endanger you, I don't want people targeting you all because you know me, I dont want to put you at any risk. " Makoto didn't like keeping things from you, but this was for your own safety. Makoto knew that if he ever gets you in danger, he will never be able to forgive himself.
You now looked at Makoto in the eyes. You could see the sincerity shining in his eyes. Yes, it did hurt you that Makoto didn't tell you, but at the same time you get where he was coming from, you too wouldn't have told him if you were in his place, also afraid of the dangers that might come after him, so you didn't press in the matter anymore.
"Since when was this?" You looked down once again to continue treating his wounds, maybe changing the subject could ease up the tension.
"Since 16, you remember that one time that I was absent at school because I got bit by a sipder. Well, it turns out that Spider wasn't just an ordinary spider. It was a radioactive spider that escaped from a lab and crept into my room, then bit me, and it gave me these abilities." Makoto laughed slightly. You laughed with him, recalling the memory of you non-stop pestering his parents to let you see him.
As dawn approaches both you and Makoto, just continue talking. The topic ranges from his Spiderman life to core memories that both of you shared with each other, made with each other, and this night was going to be one of those memories.
Makoto could only wish that moments like these could last, hiding in the cheap blinds of the apartment, talking the ears out each other, sharing laughter.
But Makoto knew that the city was going to need him sooner or later, and you were going to be put in danger and be taken away from Makoto since after all it was all bound to happen, it was already written in stone the moment that radioactive spider bit him.
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OKAY SO
Sirius first:
for him I think it hardened him quicker than he needed to. Like when he was in that house, he was being constantly compared to regulus and he began to shove down all his feelings, figuring it was better just to not be hurt at all, but the only things on his mind were to get out and to protect regulus
and for those things to happen, he couldn't be crying, and feeling hurt, he had to be STRONG. So he became unfeeling from a young age, when regulus was about four maybe, one night when Sirius had gotten beaten pretty bad, and he was breaking down crying in front of reg, and seeing regulus trying to comfort him, trying to hide his own baby tears, switched something off in Sirius. it was at that moment he knew he couldn't put that burden on regulus, so he didn't. No feelings, no getting hurt
but after he left, and was able to live with James and feel SAFE for the first time in his life, something in his body told him he could let go and one day the dam just burst, and Sirius was there crying on the floor, all the feelings he had been holding back for YEARS, letting themselves out(this didn't just happen once, it still goes on, bc he kept it in for so so long, one day won't get rid of everything)
so I think that James and Sirius were actually similar in the way they kept their feelings to themselves bc they didn't want to feel like a burden. but for Sirius it was less because he was scared no one would care or felt like he didn't deserve to feel them (well maybe a bit for that) but because he didn't know really how to express his feelings anymore after keeping them in for so long(except when he was with James, James always managed to get his feelings out of him)
now for regulus
being that Sirius did all of that for him, Regulus was actually able to have some bare semblance of a childhood, thanks to his older brother. but the fact that his mother and father still didn't pay much attention to him other than when they needed something from him, still had an impact on his little brain. he thought that he couldn't be loved, or that there was something wrong with him, that he just wasn't able to receive the same type of attention that Sirius did(maybe not realizing the fact that because Sirius got more attention, Sirius got hurt much more than he did) and thought that he was going to be left behind because he was useless. I think because of this regulus always had this irrational fear that Sirius would one day leave him because he would realize that regulus was useless, just like his parents thought, but then it came true didn't it? one day Sirius was there and then the next day he was gone.
and that's when regulus got all the "attention" that they gave to Sirius. And just like that, the not exactly rosy colored glass he saw through his childhood was shattered, and he wanted nothing more than to disappear, to be invisible, just like he was when he was younger
which led him to always be in a conflicting state of wanting to be seen, but being scared of what would happen if he's perceived And seen
this caused him to ruin many friendships until he finally found a group of people who were actually willing to work through those issues with him(the Skittles) not that they were ever going to be truly solved, but he opened up to them a bit
thank you for coming to my Ted talk LMAO
OH Y GOD I LOVE THIS
especially as a sirius kinnie ljkwdhfegjkd
regulus is so accurate i think he'dprolly be jealous of the attention but after sirius leaves grows to understand and dislike the "appeal"
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Chapter 37: Why can’t this be love
The surprise engagement party went off without a hitch. Everyone slowly showing up meeting extensions of your new family & receiving one of the warmest parental hugs you’ve ever gotten from Joyce & Wayne & Hopper who’ve known your mother way back in high school the constant reminder of how you look just like her warms your heart & soul. Having your best friend headline for your party to top it off gareth at the mic singing all your & Eddie’s favorites Van Halen “why can’t this be love” instrumentals dancing through the trees as everyone has the time of their life drinking laughing & becoming closer. Eddie swaying with you in the center of it all your head against his chest before he leans to whisper in your ear “I can’t wait to get you home & out of this dress you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now” his breath tickling your ear running along your spine all you could do was giggle and plan a kiss to the top of his nose “I love you Ed’s & I can’t wait to get my fiancé home either” you wink at him he nuzzles into you “I love the sound of that but I think wife sounds even better” he growls then you watch panic wash over his face “what’s wrong Eddie?” He pulls you off to the side “look princess I know you’ll be wanting to plan & all that jazz & that’s all fine & everything I want it to be perfect the best fuckin wedding this town has ever seen but… I wanna make sure we have the funds for such an event.. it’s gonna take me a bit but..” before he could finish you put a finger over his lips. It’s time to tell him not a lot of people know just your aunt & your cousins. If your father got wind of what you have he would’ve surely have gotten drunk with it & beaten you for the rest. “Eddie before you finish that sentence I have to tell you something..” he looks scared “sweetheart look at me okay look me in the eyes I promise you it’s nothing bad it’s just… okay when my mom found out she was pregnant with me she started a small trust for me her & my grandfather & he made her promise when he passed to put what he had left into it but that’s not all… my mom also had life insurance not just for her but for me too but then… then she got sick & then passed & so… I have these accounts that only me & very few people know about because Eddie listen to me okay?? If my father ever found out I was left even a dollar he’d come & beat the crap out of me & take it to get drunk” his eyes flash with multiple emotions & it has you feeling like you’re in fight or flight mode & Eddie’s starting to realize that so he grounds you from behind in a hug “id never let anyone hurt you… ever not for anything.. I love you & I don’t care about money just you” he turns you around cupping your face “I know that Eds it’s why I’m telling you.. I don’t want you killing yourself or working crazy hours for cakes and flowers I promise we have enough to pay for that & then some… now we’re not millionaires by any means but it’s enough to have our wedding.. buy a house & maybe even start a business I want to be smart & invest some too we’ll figure out those details later but for right now I wanna enjoy this in the moment with you..” he pulls you in smashing his lips against yours all you hear is a series of “aws whistling & dustins fake gagging sounds before gareth slaps him in the back of the head you see how sad Steve looks and have a small idea “stay right here love I'll be right back” you make your way through everyone to Steve & robin “hey you two mind if I borrow Steve a sec?” Robin smiles “by all means jame & congrats again I’m so happy for you” she squeezes you so hard it’s difficult to breathe before walking off to Nancy “hey Mr babysitter” you smile at him hand on his shoulder “hey Jame congratulations you look beautiful” you blush “thanks but um.. I wanted to ask you something my cousin Rachel is gonna be a bridesmaid & I know you’ll be a part of the wedding party too she’s single.. you’re single.. maybe you two should go out get to know each other” you wink at him before pointing her out.
You set Rachel & Steve up on a date watching them hit it off right away made you absolutely giddy inside before you knew it you & Eddie were saying goodbye & hopping into the car since Jeff had the band equipment & van plus Eddie loved driving Paula as much as you did something about the wind in our hair as we went home made life feel so freeing the street lights illuminating the town the sound of Elvin Bishop blasting throughout the car Eddie’s hand on your thigh as he sang to you loving moments like this 🎼”I fooled around & fell in love!!”🎼 both of your hair & his blowing across your faces you turn to him staring at him taking in the moment to tell your grandchildren years from now pulling into the driveway you didn’t give it a second the moment the engine cut you were out of your seat yanking Eddie from his pulling him up to the porch “hold your horses princess” he giggled as the door opened you pull him inside kicking the door shut behind you sliding your hand to his cheek pulling him in lips fitting like puzzle pieces his picks you up carrying you into the bedroom your legs wrapped around his waist not taking a second for air feeling completely dizzy but could care less what a way to die death by kisses & love. Eddie slams you up against the bedroom wall kissing down your neck lips gliding across your collarbone sliding down him you both wasted no time taking each others clothes off before you both knew it you were both nude and panting staring into each other’s eyes almost like you were looking into each other’s souls his hand cradles the back of your neck opening you up to him tongue swiping across your lips a silent plea you don’t hesitate hands in his hair he guides you to the bed knees hitting the edge as you softly fall upon the covers hair splayed across the pillows he looks at you like a work of art but touches you as if your made of glass. Hands dancing up your skin breaking out in goosebumps whimpering mess wanting to bare it all to each other you pull him up to you foreheads touching before he glides his cold rings & fingers across your aching heat you gasp & he chuckles “okay princess no teasing I promise tonight we make love” & with that he crashes his lips against yours once more hands wondering to your breasts parting your legs with his knee before nestling into you “should we get a condom shit I forgot” you look at him smiling “Ed’s we’re getting married I don’t think those matter anymore” you tuck a hair behind his ear he peppers your body in kisses before slowly entering you nails running down his back legs around his waist one of his hands on your hip the other on your cheek as he whispers the most loving sentiments making tears fill your lash line & soon a full stream as you bury your face into his neck letting him know you’ve never loved anyone as strongly as you do him the light of the moon glistening off of your body’s the sounds of your love the bed and bedsheets until you both finish body’s trembling both puffy lips and puffy eyes. Eddie truly never knew what it felt like to be unconditionally loved until he was loved by you at first it scared him but know he couldn’t be more happy to have taken that leap & with someone as amazing as you. He can’t wait to see what you look like in a wedding dress he just knows you look ethereal no matter what. He lays there in the dark with you watching you as you slowly drift into sleep playing with your ring finger smiling record player in the background Elton John “Mona Lisa’s & Mad hatters” lulling him off to sleep pulling you closer to his chest inhaling the scent of your shampoo as a comfort never feeling as content as he does in this very moment.
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Coming Home - Castiel x Reader
Spoilers for season 9 - fluff with a little bit of Cas hurt/reader comfort and a leetle bit of spice (14+) (1.2K words)
Summary: Castiel shows up on your doorstep one night, cold and in need of a place to stay.
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It was a cold, rainy evening. At 7 PM it was already dark out and you were glad to be inside, warm by your fireplace with a mug of hot chocolate and a good book. It was about star-crossed lovers separated by a war-torn kingdom. You held your blanket tighter. The lovers were about to finally reunite in a dramatic scene when you heard a knock at your door. Hesitantly you put your bookmark in place and went to the door, keeping a hand on your concealed pistol just in case. Who could it possibly be at this hour? Opening the door, you were stunned.
"Cas?"
You hardly recognized him. He was drenched and shivering, having replaced his regular clothes with thinner, more beaten-down ones. For seconds all you could do was stare. He seemed entirely different from the Castiel you had grown close to through the Winchesters.
"May I come inside?" he asked, shaking you from your stupor.
"Shit, of course you can. You must be freezing." You closed the door after him and ran to the bathroom to get a towel, laying it over his shoulders and leading him to the fireplace. "What happened to you?"
Cas was silent for a few moments. He wet his dry lips, seeming to contemplate whether or not to say anything at all before he spoke.
"I... lost my grace. I am no longer an angel." You blinked once. Then blinked again. Surely you couldn't have heard him right.
"How is that possible?"
"Metatron. He took my grace for a spell that cast the angels from heaven. Y/N, it was my fault. He told me we were sealing the angels in heaven, that I was completing trials. I should have seen through him but I was arrogant enough to think that I could fix my mistakes." For the first time you could see Castiel's eyes watering as if he were going to cry. Without thinking you threw your arms around him, eliciting a sharp gasp. You simply stayed there for a few seconds before speaking.
"You can't take responsibility for everything. In the end, it was Metatron who cast the angels out of heaven." Hesitantly, his arms went around you as well. After the hug was over, you found him a blanket and sat him in your comfortable chair. Questions were swarming in your mind, nearly giving you a headache. "What have you been doing since you lost your grace?"
"I've been... under the radar. Many angels want me dead. I'm warded against them now but I still have to feed myself, sleep, keep myself warm, and a myriad of other things. I don't know how you humans do it." He was so genuine you couldn't help but chuckle despite the pangs in your heart.
"Well it takes practice, that's for sure." I bit my lip, considering my next question. "Why did you come here?" Cas cleared his throat, speaking in a near-whisper.
"I have nowhere else to go. I cannot burden the Winchesters after what I did so I was hoping you could maybe help me. I just need a place to stay for a while as it is getting very cold." You hesitated, prompting him to avert his gaze. "Of course, you don't have to house me, I know that it could potentially be dangerous and I do not wish to burden you."
Shaking your head, you said "No that's not it. You can definitely stay, it's just... why didn't you come here sooner?"
"It was too dangerous, the angels were tracking me. And besides," Cas said, "I didn't want to burden you unless I had to." You sighed and turned Castiel's face towards yours. You thought you saw his cheeks turn pink but it could have just been the light from the fireplace.
"Listen to me. Next time, though I truly hope there isn't a next time, come to me right away. I don't care how many angels are after you, I can handle myself. I just don't want you to get hurt, okay?" Cas nodded.
For the next few weeks Cas and you lived together. Truth be told, he was the best roommate you had ever had. He was very adamant about doing his share of the chores and even though he sometimes messed them up you were grateful that he was trying even though it was hard for him. In addition to him doing his share, he was also very sweet and nice to be around. You spent a lot of time together and suffice it to say you were developing quite the crush on the ex-angel.
One day, you came home from work to dimmed lights and a candlelit dining table. Cas was putting on soft violin music when you arrived. He was wearing a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black pants, the best clothes he currently owned. Upon closer inspection, there were two plates, each with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on them.
"What's all this?" you asked, grinning. You knew exactly what it was. You had suspected that Cas might like you for a long time, before he even lost his grace. Still, it couldn't hurt to tease him a bit.
"It's dinner. I only know how to make PB&J. I just wanted to do something to thank you for everything you've done for me.
"That's so sweet, Cas! Thank you." He pulled out your chair for you before taking his own seat. You ate in silence for a little while. Castiel kept sneaking nervous glances at you. At one point you shot him a wink just to see his ears turn red.
"So, what is this really about?" you asked, making him choke on his water.
"...Whatever do you mean?"
"I mean candles. Romantic music. This clearly isn't just about thanking me."
"You're... you're right." Castiel looked directly in my eyes for what felt like the first time since I got home. "Y/N, I have developed feelings for you. Even before I became human I was experiencing human emotions, all because of you. I do not wish to ask anything more of you after everything you've done for me-" I cut him off with my lips on his. He tensed up before relaxing his mouth into mine. I pulled back and cupped his cheek.
"Just ask me out already, Romeo."
"Y/N, would you-"
"Yes." Your lips came together again in a passionate kiss. After the first kiss, there was another one, and another after that. Suddenly you were straddling him by the fireplace and your tongue entered his mouth.
Your tongues danced as they explored each other. You were both moving slow, as if you were trying to spend as long as possible being close to each other. You ran your fingers through Castiel's hair and the kiss gained speed. He hesitantly put his hands around your waist, holding them gently. You tugged on Cas' hair and he groaned into the kiss. As you parted to catch your breath you smiled, looking into your new lover's eyes. He was absolutely captivated by you.
"So, just to be clear," Castiel asked between pants, "you meant that you would be my girlfriend, correct?"
"Yes, Cas," you giggled. For the rest of the night you held each other close, falling asleep in each others' arms.
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A Simple Misson
Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Reader Word count: 3098 Warnings: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Some Violence and Blood Summary: The mission was a simple one, get in, get the data, get out. Then you're hurt and Marcus is taken. Now you’re stuck with making a hard decision. Do you defy your orders and possibly leave Missy with no one? Or do you go and save Marcus? Request: "Shh, it's okay. I'm here." - Marcus Moreno's fellow teammate, 2nd girlfriend and fiancée(Who has no powers but she is a great archer and martial artist/hand-to-hand fighter) saves a tortured(by being badly beaten up and electrocuted by a shock collar for fighting back. Poor Marcus. T-T), bloody and bruised Marcus Moreno and Marcus Moreno is safe with his family again in the hospital. Masterlist | Ao3
“Everything was going fine,” you said to the board. You sat in a chair with your left arm in a sling. Across from you was a half-circular desk with the Heroics board members. You twist your engagement ring back and forth on your finger. “It was a simple, routine mission. I could do it in my sleep.”
“So what happened?” The director asked.
“I. . .” You bit your lip, looking down at your ring as you willed the tears to stop. What were you going to tell Missy? There was nothing you could do as they took you off active duty.
The director called you by your last name. “What happened?”
“As I said, it was a routine mission. Get in, get the data, get out. . .
The jungle around you was humid and green. Very very green. The trees were a deep brown with large green leaves. The ground was blanketed by ferns, moss, and tall grass. You moved through the jungle quickly, yet each step was silent.
“Having trouble keeping up, love?” You said into your bracelet.
“No,” Marcus panted. “No trouble.”
You smiled. “I’m coming up to the facility now.”
“I’m right behind you.”
You stopped a few trees away from the jungle’s edge. You pulled your bow off your shoulder where you had slung it and notched two arrows. You watched two guards chatting by the door. They were a few feet apart but with the right placement. . .
You pulled the string back just as Marcus stopped a few feet behind you. He had watched you train for years and every time you let an arrow go his heart skipped a beat. But watching you in the field? That took his breath away.
You let the arrows go and time slowed as they flew through the air. Each arrow hit its intended target and the guards fell to the ground.
“Wow,” Marcus murmured.
You turned and smiled at him. “Nice of you to join me.”
Marcus moved towards you faster than you had ever seen him move. Your back hit the tree as pressed into you. He leaned down as you bit your lip. Your eyes darted between his deep brown ones and his plush lips before closing. He kissed you. In the middle of a fucking mission, he kissed you.
Oh, but he didn’t just kiss you. His tongue darted out and ran along the seam of your lips. The kiss deepened and pretty quickly turned heavy. His hands found your hips as your fingers dug into his neck.
“Marcus,” you moaned.
“Why don’t we skip that part? Shall we?” The director said.
“Yeah, of course. My apologies,” you said. “We got into the facility pretty easily. The guards I killed had badges on their person that allowed us access to much of the building.”
Once inside you made your way to the command center. Together, you took out anyone who crossed your path.
When you reached the command center, you jogged over to the controls and plugged in the heroics thumb drive. Your fingers moved gracefully across the keyboard as you prepared every file to be transferred to the USB.
“Does this feel strange to you?” Marcus asked, guarding the door.
“What do you mean?”
The status bar popped up on the screen. The number grew as each file was imported.
“It was a little too easy, don’t you think?”
The bar was at 75 percent now.
“No, I don’t think so,” you said, looking over your shoulder at him. “Maybe you’ve just been out of the field too long.”
The bar was getting closer and closer to the end. You tabbed your finger on the desk, willing it to go faster. The number reached 99 when something flew through the air, attached to the desk, and exploded. All in a matter of seconds. Neither you nor Marcus could stop it.
You heard Marcus yell your name as you flew through the air slammed into the wall. A man in a metal suit through a door you hadn’t registered as a door. It appeared on what used to be a concrete wall.
Marcus confronted the man with his katana sabers. They fought while you sat there. Your head had hit the wall pretty hard. There was blood running down from a cut from shrapnel on your forehead, your left shoulder had been dislocated. You watched through hooded eyes as the metal man knocked the weapons out of Marcus’s hands and grabbed him by the throat.
“Marcus,” you groaned, voice rough and quiet.
“My eyes closed then and next thing I know I’m on a Heroics chopper without Marcus,” you told the board.
The board members all looked at one another.
“Is there any news on where he is?” You asked. “When is the team leaving?”
The director’s eyes met yours. “There won’t be a team going after Moreno.” “What do you mean?”
“His tracker is offline. Before it went offline, his vitals spiked before flatlining. He is presumed dead.”
“Presumed dead, not dead. There’s still a chance.”
“I know you and Moreno were engaged.” “Are. We are engaged.”
“Go home,” the director said. “Get some rest and heal. You are being given two weeks of mandatory leave. Three months if you wish—”
“I don’t want or need three months, I need to go after the sons of bitches that have Marcus.”
“You’re free to leave,” the director said. She turned towards the man at her side and began to discuss something in hushed tones.
You were being dismissed, Marcus was being dismissed. Just like that. The life you had built over the past few years was gone.
Time passed strangely. One second you were being escorted out of the meeting room and the next you were walking into your house. You heard Missy and Anita Moreno in the kitchen, presumably cooking up dinner. They were laughing and chatting. You stopped at the doorway and watched them. Taking in the calm before the storm.
Missy looked up and smiled, not seeming to register the sling until she was already wrapped around. Your good arm curled around her and lifted her a few inches off the ground.
“What happened?” Missy asked, her smile faltering. “Where’s dad?”
“I don’t know,” you said, answering honestly.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Anita asked. “Where is my son?”
You slowly made your way to the dining table. Marcus had made breakfast this morning while you set the table. It had been important to his late wife that breakfast and dinner be eaten at the table as a family, something Marcus continued after her passing and you were grateful to be invited to.
“The board believes he’s dead,” you said.
“No!” Missy yelled. “No, he isn’t dead. He can’t be.”
“That’s what I said.”
“Then where is he?” Anita asked. “Are they looking for him?”
“I don’t know but they aren’t going to look. His tracker went off, his vitals flatlining.”
Missy was crying and Anita pulled her close.
“You have to go after him,” Anita said.
“I can’t,” you said. Your eyes were fixed on a mark on the kitchen table. “I’ve been suspended.”
“Suspended?”
“I…. I wasn’t too fond of the way they dismissed me after telling me that they weren’t going to search for Marcus. Words were exchanged, fists were thrown and a bullet from one of the guards' guns may have. . . entered the director’s arm.”
“You shot someone?” Missy asked.
“I shoot people every day, Missy,” you said.
“Yeah, but you shot your boss.”
“And now I’m suspended until my hearing.” You found Anita looking at you, eyes full of disappointment. “Marcus was always the cool-headed one.”
Missy pulled away from Anita and moved towards you. She cupped your face in her hands.
“Do you really think he’s still alive?” Missy asked.
“I know he is.”
“Then you have to get him.”
“I can’t, Missy. Not with a broken arm and without my heroics tech. They took everything from me.”
“They didn’t take everything,” Anita said. “What about the others?”
You went to Miracle Guy’s house first. He and Marcus were close and you knew if anyone was going to help you find him, it would be Miracle. Then you went to Red Lightning Fury and Crimson Legend’s house. You and Marcus had gone on a double date with them once. It actually wasn’t that bad and it turned into recurring game nights once a month. Adult time without children. They were quick to join your mission.
The next morning, you met your little team at your house. They had stopped by Heroics HQ and Miracle had bumped into Tech-No and Blinding Fast. They also joined, grabbing their gear and following everyone to the house.
Anita and Missy watched and listened as you planned out your mission.
“This is the last place his tracker went off,” Tech-No said, having stolen the data before leaving HQ.
“They wouldn’t keep him there long,” Miracle said.
“No,” you agreed. “They would move him quickly. I remember seeing a location on one of the files I was trying to get.” You moved the map on the tablet screen. “Here.”
With a plan in your mind, your team left the Moreno house.
“I believe this is yours,” Miracle said, passing you your bow and arrows from his trunk.
“Thank you,” you said. “But I can’t. Not with one arm.” Miracle smiled. “Good thing I grabbed these too.” He pulled out Marcus’s katanas. “Do you think you could use one of these one-handed?”
You grinned. “Yeah. I think I can figure something out.”
“Good. Let’s go get Marcus back.”
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Marcus fought with everything in him. He had to protect you, lying unconscious a few feet away, and he had to get home to Missy. The man in the metal suit wouldn’t have it. He fought just as hard as Marcus, and maybe if Marcus had kept up with his training more and hadn’t been out of practice, maybe he would’ve won.
One of his katanas fell to the ground with a loud clunk and his right arm was bent back at an angle arms shouldn’t be in. He groaned in pain before a metal hand met his stomach, causing him to double over in pain.
“Don’t hurt her,” Marcus pleaded. “Please.”
Then his world went black.
Marcus woke with a shock collar around his neck. He was in a chair, his wrists and ankles bound. His head fell to the side. It took so much strength to lift it even a little. He didn’t know how long he had been there or how long the torturing took after he woke.
Question after question passed through one ear and out the other. He refused to answer every single one. Each refusal resulted in a shock. His neck burned with each new shock.
Marcus tried to use his powers but there was something in the cuffs that dampened his powers. He was stuck here and there was no way out. The only thing he knew for sure was that you were safe. When he asked about you, the man asking the questions said you were in another room. That the others were having fun. Only Marcus had a daughter who went through a long faze of lying about the cookies that would go missing from the cookie jar his wife always kept full. He could see it in the man’s eyes, you weren’t here. That little bit of information made it easier for Marcus to take every shock and punch a little easier. You were safe. Missy was safe. That made everything okay.
The man interrogating Marcus took a break. He sat at a desk across from Marcus, eating a sandwich and drinking soda.
“Just answer my questions and all this will end,” the man said, taking a swing from his coke can.
Marcus shook his head. “I can’t do that.”
“Then you’ll continue to suffer. Your girl will continue to suffer. Do you really want that?”
“Stop lying,” Marcus groaned.
“What makes you think I’m lying?” The man said, throwing his napkin down on his empty plate and grabbing a remote. He moved towards Marcus. “I’m not lying. She’s here in the building right now.”
The monitor above the man’s desk turned on. Grainy security camera footage played on the screen. You were on it, walking down a hallway with your arm in a sling and one of his katanas in hand.
“No,” Marcus muttered. You were injured, badly. Heroics had to have given you mandatory recovery time. Then he remembered who you were. You probably got suspended after doing something without thinking when they told you you couldn’t be a part of the team to come to rescue him.
“I may have been lying before, but I’m not now.” The man put his hands on his knees and got down to eye level with Marcus. “Hear me now, Moreno. Your girl will feel everything that you’ve felt and more.”
Marcus growled, rocking the chair back and forth. “Don’t touch her.”
The man grinned and pressed a button that sent shocks through Marcus. The man chuckled as he watched Marcus wither under the painful shocks that went through his body.
A groan echoed around the room but it wasn’t Marcus. The shocks stopped as the man looked at the monitor. Marcus watched through hooded eyes as you took on two guards one-handed. You cut the first one’s stomach open and he watched in shock as his organs fell into his hands. You spun around guard one’s collapsing body and thrust the sword into guard two. His mouth opened and closed as his hands gripped the blade. Blood dripped down his chin.
“Gross,” you said, pushing him to the ground. You pressed down on the guard’s chest with your foot and pulled the blade from his body. You tossed it in the air and caught it. The balance was perfect. “I need one of these.”
“What were you saying you were going to do to her?” Marcus asked, chuckling to himself.
The man turned on Marcus. His eyes turned red. He pressed the button and held it. Marcus screamed in pain as shock after shock invaded his body. Marcus couldn’t control his body as it shook. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was the man’s angry eyes.
“I found him,” Miracle said into the earpiece.
You plunge the blade until another guard. Blood was splattered across your face and clothes. You wiped your face with your shirt sleeve.
“Where?”
You followed Miracle’s voice navigation until you reached the room. Marcus was laying on the ground, Red working on cleaning his wounds. Tech-No stood off to the side talking into his coms. He had called Heroics HQ for a med team and chopper.
He was muttering your name. Red grabbed his hand and squeezed.
“She’s coming, Marcus. Don’t worry.”
You moved quickly, collapsing beside Marcus. Burn wounds surrounded his neck and his face was a bit puffy from the hand-to-hand combat yesterday.
“Marcus,” you whispered, taking his hand and squeezing it tight. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here.”
Marcus smiled up at you, his hand coming up to brush your jaw. He mumbled your name again.
“I’m here,” you repeated. “It’s okay.”
You leaned down and kissed his uninjured cheek. The chopper arrived shortly after and you refused to leave Marcus’s side. You didn’t think they would even let you back into Headquarters after what happened yesterday, but no one stopped you as you walked beside the gurney, hand still gripping Marcus’s.
They had to put him under to repair a few things. Anita brought Missy and the three of you waited for the surgery to be complete. Then you sat in the recovery room in Heroics medical bay, waiting for Marcus to wake. Time passed slowly but no one complained. You were all just happy to have Marcus back safe.
Missy fell asleep with her head in your lap. You smiled knowing that the little family you would soon marry into was safe. There was so much love in this little room and you could feel that.
When Marcus finally woke, you were the only one left awake. Your name fell from his lip and you leaned forward, careful of Missy, and took his hand.
“I’m right here.”
Marcus smiled at you, squeezing your hand. “You’re safe.”
“I’m safe? You were captured and tortured.”
“I thought I lost you. Watching you fly across the room and hitting that wall.” Marcus shook his head and winced.
“Don’t move your head too much.”
Marcus sighed but turned his gaze to Missy. “How is she?”
“Better now that you’re back. Promise me you won’t make me do that again.”
“Do what? Save me?”
“Well, that too,” you said. “No. I meant don’t make me tell her her dad might not be coming home.”
Marcus winced, not because of physical pain but because he knew what you were talking about. He remembered having to tell Missy her mother wasn’t coming home. It was the hardest thing he ever had to do.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“I am too,” you said, knowing what he was thinking about. Everything grew quiet except for the soft beeping of the heart monitor. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Missy stirred then. When she realized Marcus was awake, she sat up quickly.
“Daddy?” She gasped.
“Hey,” Marcus smiled as Missy quickly climbed onto the bed.
“Be careful,” you said as Missy’s elbow went into Marcus’s broken rib.
Marcus winced in pain.
“I’m sorry,” Missy said, pulling away. “No, it’s okay,” Marcus said. “It’s okay.”
He pulled his daughter close and kissed the top of her head.
“I missed you,” Missy said.
“I missed you, too.”
Marcus reached out and took your hand, squeezing it. “Mi familia.”
You smiled, bringing his hand to your lips. He was right, this was your family. You thanked the universe every day that this right here was yours. You were so grateful for everything Marcus and Missy and even Anita gave you. Love, happiness, and family. And you wouldn’t change it for the world.
Five months later, you legally became a Moreno and on your honeymoon, Marcus gave you a wedding gift.
“You didn’t have to do that,” you said, knowing that no one else had given you anything seeing as you were both grown adults who could afford everything you wanted on a normal registry.
“I know, but I wanted to,” Marcus said. “Open it.”
You carefully unwrapped the package and inside were two katana sabers.
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You Can Cry If You Want To-
Bruce Wayne was just on his way to bed when he paused in the hallway. He hadn't checked on anyones bedroom since steph and tim had moved out, and damian didn't seem the type to sleep heavy and feel secure if his father poked his head in the door at midnight. But Bruce missed watching his children sleep, missed watching as their chest rose and fell, missed seeing all the tension leave their bodies as they relaxed. Got to be children. Young. For the night. So quietly, in a way only a man trained by ninjas in the himalayans can move, bruce snuck over to his youngest sons bedroom, and gently pushed open the door. He frowned when the light fell onto an empty bed, his heart starting to race. He had checked all the cameras, he had raised dick grayson and jason todd, there was no way to escape the Manor without Bruce knowing and letting it happen. And no one could come in either. Cautiously, he stepped a bit further in, looking around. Maybe for signs of a struggle, or a packed bag or anything. But he found nothing. Bruces frown deepened and he walked in further, scanning. That was when he heard the sniffling. Bruce tensed, but realized it was… the sound of crying? He turned slowly, and spotted the closet door cracked open slightly, a small light, probably from a flashlight, shining through the slats in the door. So bruce crouched down and crept forward slowly, opening the door further. “Damian?” he whispered. The crying cut off. “F-father?” Damian's shaky voice floated out to him from behind a few racks of clothes and he let out a sigh of relief. “Hey dami. You alright Prince?” Bruce pushed aside the hangers and peered down at his youngest, huddled in the corner, alfred the cat curled up next to him, his knees up to his chest and tears streaked across his cheeks. “Oh baby.” Bruce reached out a hand, slowly, so that damian wouldn't tense, and gently wiped his tears away. “Whats wrong?” he asked. Damian blinked, and the confusion at the kindness, the simple act of fatherly behavior, made bruce want to snap Talia Al Ghul's neck. But he kept the anger off his face, instead crawling deeper into the clothes and pulling damian onto his lap. He carded his fingers through the soft brown curls and damian cuddled closer, digging his hands into bruces chest. “What happened?” Bruce asked softly, reaching out a hand to rub alfreds chin when the cat let out a put out meow. “I-I had a bad dream.” Damian answered quietly and the doubt and fear in his voice made bruce see red. But he pushed it away, focusing instead on the small, scared little boy in his arms. His heart squeezed. How many times had he been in this position before? How many times had he held dick, held jason, tim, cass, steph, and even babs when the things they had seen had been too much or memories of their past flooded their senses. And in that moment Bruce hated his sons mother. Hated the League of Assassins. He had kept damian’s conceiving quiet, not revealing anything to alfred as to how the child had actually come to be, for he knew that if the butler got even a whiff of it, or the exact details of what life had been like for damian there, he would tear the place apart to get to those who had hurt him. But in that moment, as he held his son who had been kept from him for so many years, had been hurt and trained to be a weapon, had been beaten for showing emotions so much so to the point where showing any here, in a place he was safe, when he had a nightmare and wanted comfort(if the vice grip he had on bruce was any indication) had scarred him so severely, bruce didn't know if he wanted to keep the secret any longer. Or hold alfred back when he did.
But Bruce shoved all his emotions, his feelings of rage aside, in favor of calming the little boy in his arms. “Thats okay baby. Sometimes i have nightmares too.” He kissed damian’s head. “You wanna talk about it?” Damian shook his head, but he cuddled closer. “Alright.” Bruce said softly, wrapping his arms tighter around the boy. “Grandfather said we’re not to cry.” Damian whispered pitifully. Bruce felt a growl build up in his throat, but he swallowed it down, rubbing damian’s back soothingly. “That is because Ras Al Ghul is incapable of human emotion.” he kissed damian’s head. “You are ten. You can cry if you want to.” Damian didn't answer, but bruce felt his shirt grow wet. He didn't move, just held the boy closer. “You wanna sleep with me tonight?” He asked quietly. Damian hiccuped, nodding. “Y-yes. Yes please.” “okay.” Bruce stood and damian moved to get back on the ground, but bruce just held him, cradling him as he walked to his own room, alfred the cat trailing behind him. Damian sniffed, wiping his nose as bruce pushed open the door to his bedroom and walked to the bed. “Wait here okay? Ill be right back.” he promised. Damian nodded, hugging alfred close to his chest when the cat leapt onto the bed. Bruce hurried to get changed, slipping into his bed clothes before half running back out. Damian was seated in the same spot as before, alfred in his lap. Bruce smiled softly, coming over and slipping under the covers. “Come here.” he bade his son softly. Damian crawled over to him, snuggling underneath his arm. Bruce kissed his head and wrapped the blanket around them, pulling alfred in as well for damian to cuddle. Damian's eyes drooped and bruce smiled, opening his mouth to sing. He had used to sing goodnight lullabies all the time when dick and jason had been younger, but had stopped after a while. Damian let out a yawn, and his eyes slid shut. Bruce smiled, finishing the song and switched off the light. Damian rolled in his arms, snuggling closer. “I love you baba.” he murmured, drowsily, before wrapping his arms around alfred and passing out. Bruce wiped at his eyes and kissed his sons head again. “I love you too Princeling.” He whispered. Neither noticed the flash of the camera, or the butler, watching from the hall with a smile.
based on this little short but changed slightly because, come on, gotta give bruce some good dad points. he would so stand by his kids if they cried. he might not understand the emotion because hes been through too much, but he would let them cry
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Brain is suddenly giving me the idea to write my gayass ocs in some dynamic shit so here we go I guess.
Nothing really suggestive I guess of this
Side note: the following characters aren't dating so please don't ship them as for harper is aroace( not interested in love)
While ethan is bi-Romanic( into more than one gender without the sex)
They share of a more sibling bond than romantic bond. Enjoy I guess my shitty writing
" so, what now?" Asked harper
" well. I was probably thinking maybe to talk"
Spoke ethan " speak about what?" Asked Harper back to ethan. The room remained silent for who knows how long but it felt as a eternity to both " about your family? And what the counselor told you" replied ethan nervously. Harper sighs a bit but they gain the courage to speak" the counselor said I suffer from anxiety and a desire to please people" they said " but I told her that's crazy" harper then slowly beings to tear up and have a break down bit by bit but they kept on talking " like my family wouldn't lie to me for five years that I had nothing right? I mean why should they be lying to me about my own well being they cared for my brother so for Sure I was also worried for" "harper" kept saying ethan over and over during haprer's little speech" harper..its okay now. They can't hurt you anymore" ethan added trying to get closer to his ghost pal but harper moved further away from ethan they were afraid of him despite him not touching them at all." N-no....get away from me.please" spoke harper in a more broken tone while turning into their ghost form and phasing through ethans room" harper wait!!!" Shouted ethan in worry, he quickly left his room and entered to his twins room without hesitation on what he was doing" ETHAN THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!!" Shouted taylor madly hearing their door being kicked open ethan remained quiet and checked Taylor's section of magical kinetic sand and found the two bottles he was looking for and took his leave shutting the door harshly" RUDE!!" yelled taylor continuing to read their book.
Harper was curled up in a little ball holding their knees with their hands tearing up until they felt someone phase through them, it was ethan" ethan? Your a ghost but how." Questioned harper" that doesn't matter how but here now" he replied sitting down with Harper" when I first took this form to bring you back from the ghost realm I felt uncomfortable, like this sad mood in this form of ghost. Sure it's cool flying and phasing through stuff and shit but it's also a bit sad" spoke ethan. Harper nodded a bit at some of the words ethan said also feeling related" I thought at first that hey I'm a ghost now so a new start for me but you only live once and my once live was gone and wasted on people not worth my time, people who wished so much from me and made me work myself out until I died, got mentally ill....and wanting to kill myself" spoke harper " they wished it so much on me these expectations that I wondered was this me or was this them" they kept going slowly tearing up until ethan touched harper by the shoulder" it's okay now tough harps....their not here with you anymore and can't force you against your will, you are Harper. Harper almuetzu" spoke ethan. Harper looked at ethan in the eyes" will I be worked here to death?" They asked, ethan slitghly frowned and teared up a bit when he heard that but pulled harper in for a nice warm hug. A hug harper has never felt in a long time and not being beaten up in the hug like with their family but a comforting hug accepting harper as who they are" never...never ever......never never will me, mike, amelia, willow, jocylen, and davina not even our parents not even cruel society will ever need to make you work yourself to death like those shitty ass hypocrites and I'll make sure of that never occurring cause you there for me no matter how thick or thin my situations got" spoke ethan crying while speaking to Harper. Harper hugged ethan back tightly" afterall.... we're family Harper, sure not by blood but we will be always" added ethan, Harper smiled after hearing those words from ethan" thanks ethany, I really needed those words and replies" they spoke" anytime harps, now how about we do something to go a bit lighter on us fellow ghosts?" Spoke ethan as harper giggles" your human dumbass" they replied.
The end of it I guess also help me on Saturday I went to fucking subway and I think I saw one of my history classmates and she attended my order and oml she was so hot I became a fucking tomato while my mom was on the line with Mexico family shit. I swear I am so gay
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Click beetle - Wikipedia
This crapped into our son's apartment in the 45 seconds he had the door open and it was open just a little bit longer than that and I could not believe it that little stupid son of a b**** came right at him like he could do something to him and it's on retreat and thought good and this is what you really act like so dangerous bug if you're passed out but really it's going to bite you and you're going to feel it and it won't bite you in the right place and they're stupid and then sometimes has them in him but they're in the warm form and they're big and you'd feel it it hurts like hell and across and this is from across the street in the backyard and he has a few of them so he's sprayed last night I guess some escaped and spread the s*** out of it that's still the escaped and he said what are these things say a quick bug and he said okay looked it up and sudden beetle is dangerous and intro Necro eating and he said oh terrific so he went out there with a huge thing and sprayed it about an hour ago but really one was over here there was only a few escaped and one came this way and of course it found its way into this apartment in the ass other people are they got rid of a whole nest because they came out and ate that did ones and sprayed again a few minutes ago and I saw that if you came out and they're going to be gone it's a it's a dangerous beetle to have around for you guys all Beatles are around here and you need to be spraying and testing and you're not and he was happy with it and he did a good job tomorrow is just going to test and look and boy it was a big nest they're like a thousand of them and they're about an inch long and it would have been dangerous for our son and they're hard to kill they're tough mean the spray he's using is more powerful than her sons and it's good enough and our son's works too it takes like maybe a few minutes but he sprayed it with a lot of poison probably about two tablespoons just swimming around in the poison literally on his floor it was swimming in it and usually it burns their eyes out and it didn't so it's resistant but it's swelled enough to kill like 20 of them and that's what they do too they're not very bright but yeah the the thousand bucks died he sprayed them this morning he had half of them they came out and spray them again they ate each other and died and pretty much they're all going to die but that's a lot of bugs of this kind and there's a bunch of nests around here and what he was telling people and they're spraying them all tonight and my son nailed it at the cracks and underneath stuff so hopefully it'll take care of it if they come out but they're spraying all of them sprayed believe it or not they located them in Egyptian beetle is what he said and they're powerful they said don't be freak out but they glow they said holy s*** this is terrible so they spray the crap out of him and find a bunch and they have detection stuff so they're looking around and they found a bunch find a few fleas and well our son was away they scanned all over the place and here too and they found a few this sprayed and they finally did it and they've been threatened by it so they hit it pretty good I have to get hit again tomorrow but they're doing it all over the place and I think that's because the clones are getting beaten not the morlock
Thor Freya
Despicable Tommy f and you're fired and you're stupid
Hera
Zues
You're an ass Tommy F and you're here too I'm sorry about their spring and you have to shut your mouth that what you're doing is dumb
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Decided to do a "live" commentary on a show I'm currently watching, so yeah Idk I guess I'll just write my unfiltered thoughts about Crash Landing on You starting with the end of episode 2.
She had depression and other mental health issues which explains why she acts so suicidal from time to time, for example when she acts really stupid, like the time she ran through a mine field, or when she displays a no-one-can-do-me-anything attitude whilst talking to the soldiers (because even if she is a spoiled rich girl and in shock, she is generally too smart to underestimate the situation) because she seems to not care that much whether she survives.
So I didn't expect that to evolve into a fake dating trope but I'm here for it. I mean we already had forced proximity and enemies to lovers so they didn't need to go so hard but they did anyways.
She really is going to girlboss her way through this crisis, isn't she?
Oh shit, the bad guy has a surveillance device?!
This guy really never saw curly hair like mine if he thinks hers is messy.
Okay update to epidode 5: Shit, the Major bad guy knows she wants to leave the country, the con artist bad guy knows she's in North Kroea and the real fiancé kinda knows about them?! How the hell are they supposed to get out of this mess?
The hair cut the fiancé's mum has in episode 6 is so feaking ugly, I can't.
"Oh fuck, not that bitch." I say as I smile and lean back to enjoy the drama that's about to ensue.
I don't know about you but I wanted her to be the one who shoots the attacker in episode 6.
Him speaking German (aka my native language) was just hilarious no matter how sad the scene was. Also damn, that Swiss guy couldn't be less sensitive when he told him his brother died. And why were the piano and his bags on that landing stage? I mean the pictures where nice but what's the logic behind that?
The thing about K dramas is that if they already kiss around the halfway point of the series, something bad is going to happen and make everything difficult...
Btw they really couldn't find an uglier hospital gown for him to wear.
Wow, the con man actually has a consciousness. And he actually gives the fiancé some solid love advice? I'm a little bit impressed, he's not as flat and one-dimensional as I initially thought.
Now, all of the antagonists know that she is a South Korean citizen, the angst this gives me is so bad.
It is physically not possible to hear a piano tune from that far away on a boat which's engine is on.
Idk using an ambulance for something personal feels very wrong.
The K drama obsessed guy translating the dialects will never not be funny. Btw I ship him with the K Pop girl.
She pushes him away to protect him, but she is hurting herself, him and me.
That one soldier is such a snitch, he is so lucky that the mum couldn't restrain her drinking.
I love how hearing that the main guys father is one of the mighty broke the brain of the queen bee.
This maybe a bit unhinged but when Se-ri says that the main guys dad looks like his fiancé and we've been told that her dad is dead I made up the insane theory that Dan could actually be the result of an affair. I don't think that's true but whatever.
His mum really just went "mother-in-law mode activated".
I want a scene where she is like "How can you say you're fine when you literally got shot, beaten and had fever in just the last few days?" And the parents giving each other the biggest wtf side eye ever.
As a booklover the bookshelf I love you kills me.
She really is that bitch that makes THE most dramatic entrance just to say "Guess what I'm back from the dead". A true girlboss.
The auntie squad found out who she really is. Idk their dynamic gets me.
WTF the end of episode 10 like what is going on?
Bro goes on a cave expedition and doesn't even have one of those forehead lamps? Poor planning and here I thought they were equipped better.
Finally he's got a decent haircut!
Okay but I actually ship the con man and Dan.
The auntie squad is being supportive and I love that, okay, let me fangirl, I somehow need that right now.
Their hugs mean much more to me than their kisses because they mean they're there for each other and comfort each other.
Did they really just kill the con man, I was so inversted in his love story with Dan!
Their goodbye at the border was a bit too melodramatic for my taste.
The ending is okay, I expected something like this but still it's sad that they can't have the future they dreamed about when they were drunk, the future where they marry and have children but I also don't want that to happen at the expense of their lives as they know them. So yeah the ending was the best compromise.
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