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Every day I am in the trenches fighting for my life defending this poor man. He was going through so much and people online demonize him and say he's as bad as his abuser
(I've got a lot of thoughts about this so I'll make sure to separate things to make it easier to look at lol)
Curly is a victim of abuse. Jimmy is his abuser. This is something that I feel a lot of people tend to brush over or don't acknowledge it often.
And I'm not just talking about post-crash. Jimmy's abuse of Curly is there pre-crash too. The party scene where the crew learns about the company going under is a huge example of this. Jimmy verbally abuses him, he gaslights him, he blames him for their (his) misfortune. Jimmy accuses Curly of thinking he's better than everyone (better than him), that he doesn't care about them (about him). That he's going leave them (leave him). Which is not true. Curly tries to explain himself but Jimmy shuts him down and he just takes it.
The fact that he just allows this to happen makes it seem like he's used to this... That this kind of behavior is a recurring thing with Jimmy. And the fact that nobody else tries to defend him or stands up to Jimmy just normalizes it for him. When Anya tells Curly what Jimmy did it catches him off guard. Bc he genuinely didn't think that his friend was capable of that. It wasn't something that was obvious to him. There were absolutely many red flags in the past but they were subtle enough for him to not see them bc he cares for Jimmy, he trusts him. Jimmy's the only one he feels he can open up to, who he can let his guard down with. Jimmy's his home. That's how close they are.
Because of this deep love for his friend and the subtlety of Jimmy's cruelty, he doesn't see the constant verbal and emotional abuse as what it is: abuse. Which is why he finds Jimmy's abuse towards Anya so shocking and jarring.
He isn't a man covering for his rapist friend bc of the 'bro code'. It does look like that from a certain angle and it's understandable why people see it that way but that's not what his character is really about as much as it makes sense otherwise.
He's essentially a battered housewife who's still in love with her husband but is realizing for the first time that the man she loves is a monster. That the man she loves and devoted her life to has been hurting her this whole time and she didn't even realize it. That the man she loves and spent so much of her life caring for has gone and hurt someone else. That he's most likely hurt others before and she's been utterly unaware of it the entire time she defended him and made excuses for him when he wasn't the best or the fairest or the most responsible or when he screwed up yet again solely bc of how much she loved and cared for him.
And Curly barely had any time to process ANY of that before Jimmy decided to try and kill them all to avoid the consequences of his actions. It was ultimately a selfish act even if he thought he wasn't just doing it for himself. Jimmy is selfish and needs to be in control or he loses it. He cares for Curly. He loves him. Curly's done so much for him. Curly's the only one who understands him, who doesn't hate him. Curly's his home. He resents how 'successful' he is but that's only bc he thinks so highly of him. He constantly puts himself down and put Curly on a pedestal and worships him while simultaneously mistreating him.
He treats his best friend like shit, he's awful to him. But he's not aware that this is the case or maybe he's in denial about it. He can't or just refuses to see how he's doing all of what he does for himself in the end. He justifies his attempt to kill them all (to himself and to Curly) by claiming he's doing this for them both. That if they were to get back to earth it would all be Curly's fault, that it'll ruin his life and career... despite the fact he had basically nothing to do with Anya's abuse. Jimmy's shifting the blame on him while acting like he cares for him. Well, he does genuinely care for him but clearly not nearly enough to not mistreat him or use him as a scapegoat for his own guilt.
Jimmy is the rapist, Jimmy is the one who does all of these horrible things. And yet it's highly likely that Curly would just blame all of it on himself bc that's exactly what Jimmy did to him. He's in so deep he can't see the facts of the situation.
It takes abuse victims so long to come to terms with their abuse. It takes time and reflection to see things with an unbiased and healthy perspective. Abuse (especially years of it) isn't just something you can just escape. It consumes you and can twist your reality. Curly had about a week or less to process all of it and then take action in a way that protected his crew and abided by Pony Express' guidelines. Dealing with something this serious in a setting that makes resolving it extremely difficult in a practical sense is already hard.
There were no locks on any of the doors except for medical and the cockpit. They couldn't just kill him. There was nowhere they could detain Jimmy that wouldn't involve corporate potentially penalizing the entire group. They could have used the cryopods but then there'd only be three available for any actual emergency and there were already five crew members and four pods in total. Also, I doubt corporate would be 'okay' with them using the cryopods for anything other than their intended purpose. Hell, even if they were able to make it back to earth without any incidents there's a good chance that corporate would consider the situation 'poor team synergy' and collectively punish the entire crew for Jimmy's actions.
So on top of having to deal with an already difficult situation, Curly has to grapple with the realization that Jimmy a: abused Anya, b: has been abusing him as well (for a very long time too), and c: has probably abused others before Anya and he had no idea about it. He needed to act but he didn't and it doomed all of them.
But it's so unrealistic (maybe even cruel) to put that much pressure on someone, force them through an utterly earth-shattering realization, and then expect them to do the correct/right/responsible thing in that moment. It's a little ironic how people vilify him for that when other characters do the same thing that nobody blames for it.
Anya is the ship's nurse. Curly is the ship's captain. They both have duties and responsibilities on board the Tulpar. She has to keep the crew healthy and safe and is the only one with enough medical knowledge to do so. He has to make sure that everything goes well and goes according to procedure. He's responsible for the crew, the cargo, and even the ship itself. Both positions are integral and require a lot of responsibility to do properly
They're both put through distressing and traumatic situations where due to them being human people with emotions and fears that make them essentially avoid their responsibility/doing what's required of them.
Curly has a freeze response and doesn't act when he should have when it was crucial to have done so. Anya has a fawn response and essentially puts her patient in danger and harm's way. She knew full well what Jimmy was capable of. She experienced it herself and she witnessed it happening to Curly as well. And yet she allows Jimmy to be alone with Curly while being fully aware of how dangerous he is. Which she shouldn't have, that wasn't the 'right' thing to do. Keeping him safe was her responsibility.
But Anya's human. She's going through a lot at the moment. She's terrified of Jimmy and she's trying to appease him so he doesn't hurt her again. It's a natural very understandable thing to do even if it's not the 'right' or 'responsible' thing. They failed each other when they needed each other most and I think that's the most tragic part of it. If anything, all of them failed each other in some way, shape, or form.
So it's incredibly frustrating to see people give Anya so much sympathy and grace for doing something so human yet still 'wrong' but then turn around and give Curly none of that for doing essentially the same thing she does.
I don't know for sure if it's actually because Curly is a man or if it's only part of it or maybe some people just lack that sense of awareness but it's depressing and frustrating as fuck as a male victim of sexual violence and abuse to see this kind of behavior and this much victim blaming towards a character who is undeniably a victim of abuse like I am.
#mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#curly mouthwashing#captain curly#jimmy mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#jimcurly#jimcurl#jimmy x curly#curly x jimmy#tagging it as a ship bc I imply they have less than platonic feelings toward each other#No guy implies that his boy best friend is his home and he's his unless the two are in love#They love each other#it's an abusive and toxic codependent relationship#but what they feel for each other is genuine#anyway#Typical Mouthwashing trigger/content warnings obviously
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Also I'd like something clarified VERY FUCKING HARD
Calling something "actually just christofascism" is such a dodge to say, "you can't be part of our ideology because you have a bad take, and our ideology can't have bad takes. Bad takes means it's not our ideology" is just No True Scotsmanning, and it feeds into this idea the plan can't be lead to a wrong result, or it must not be the plan and other people may have just tried to institute "other disgusting plan"
No. TERF logic is ONLY different from Intersectional Feminist logic in that TERFs do not consider you a woman just by your self-identified gender, and treat being a woman as something static and biological, not a mutable fact. They otherwise maintain everything else about Class Struggle Theory, greviance studies, and the idea of Critical Gender Theory.
They still hold that we arbitrarily live under a "patriarchy" because, "the nature of conflict is one must oppress and the other be the oppressor- woman is inarguably oppressed because they aren't in control, and as the designated oppressed demographic, that makes their intrinsic relationship to men as one of oppressed to oppressor."
It is the nature of this absolutist "IF X IS Y THEN Y MEANS Z ABSOLUTELY" of Class Struggle Theory that is the problem. It is the "lens by which to analyze" (a stupid truism pretending to be anything scientific whatsoever) that is wrong. And it's the same lens they hold up to the issue of why BDSM is wrong.
These people believe that you cannot allow something to exist in fiction, because they believe culture is more or less monolithic and society is this hivemind of intellectual objects. If you let a bad object into this collection, you "taint" or "poison" what they think society is- which is the great big metaphoric monolith that we all draw our perceptions and understandings from. Which is asinine, because this is not how individual human beings work, this is how sycophants and people with broken social wiring try to emulate one another to fake understanding things, the way sociopaths try to mimic emotions and their appropriate use without actually feeling or understanding them.
So they dogmatically approach this idea of how culture absolutely works, and they tie it into the idea of policing it to keep it "healthy." They maintain this convenient top-down idea of authority and the idea good-authority still uses power to police the dangereous or bad stuff from people "for their own sake." And they believe NOTHING can exist in fiction that doesn't count as something "Society" (capital S), the embodiment of the collective of what is Right(tm) and Acceptable(tm). In short, they believe the fact rape fiction exists, is why some random person will just suddenly feel like raping another human being. Because, "that's part of our culture, he's just acting within how the media and literary culture of our people are told they are allowed to operate," look you in the eye when they say that, and say THAT is the reason why you shouldn't be allowed to write spicy fanfiction if you happen to like sexual assault themes.
They will act like your very input of spicy smut has poisoned the culture, like chat GPT learning to use slurs and inappropriately using them at every opportunity. They argue their censorship and policing are required to prevent sexual assault and rape by sanitizing "the culture".
Do you understand how draconian and collectivist and psychotic that is? Do you understand how it's similar, but SO VERY DIFFERENT in origin, source and scope from the justification theocratic authoritarians operate?
Calling it just "another form of christofascism" deflects the true horror of what is being done here, and fails to really address how horrifying the implications are to this ideology. Akin to seeing something like a movement in, I don't know, Southern India to oppress and deprive North India of civil rights, property and life, and calling that, "another form of White Supremacism." (I chose South doing it to the North for a reason- because calling it white supremacism when it is a different source to a similar outcome is what it has in common with calling godless Marxist philosophy operating like theocratic Christian authoritarianism, is just like when you use call a browner demographic white supremacist for acting in its own demographic interest over another demographic.)
terfs are incredible
> âit doesnât matter if they consented, youâre a bad person if you get off to causing other people painâ
so you agree? you donât actually care about consent and you just have moral standards for what people do? you donât think their consent matters because theyâre doing something you personally find gross? thatâs what youâre saying there?
damn girl hows the christofascism taste
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âClose Distanceâ ~ Lewis Hamilton short
Fluff âď¸
Summary: In this short, Lewis Hamilton returns home after a long absence to his girlfriend, Y/N, only to realize that material gifts canât replace his presence.
WC: 700
The city lights of Monaco cast a soft, faint glow through the penthouse window, just enough to illuminate the living room where I sat, surrounded by a mess of textbooks, my laptop, and my half-finished notes. Iâd been up for hours, the world beyond my screen blurring, but the weight of the deadline looming over my head kept me from resting. Journalism was my dream, and now that I was pursuing a masterâs, I couldnât afford to slip up, especially not with Lewis paying for my tuition and supporting me in ways I couldnât repay.
But, lately, he was a world away. Another race, another city, always somewhere that wasnât here. Iâd learned to accept it, but Iâd be lying if I said it didnât sting.
When I finally dozed off, the warmth of familiar hands brushing my hair back and a soft kiss to my forehead pulled me gently awake. My eyes fluttered open, and there he wasâLewis, his face hovering over mine, a soft smile playing at his lips. He looked tired, but happy, like heâd been waiting for this moment all month.
âLewis?â I whispered, blinking in surprise. âI thought youâd be gone for a few more daysâŚâ
He chuckled, and the sound made me melt instantly. âI couldnât wait that long. I missed you too much.â He reached behind him, revealing a familiar small box, the sleek black and gold hinting at something extravagant even before he opened it.
Inside was a delicate Cartier bracelet and matching earrings, glinting in the dim light. I knew the routine wellâthis wasnât his first gift after being away, and I knew how much he loved to spoil me. I managed a smile, letting him slip the bracelet onto my wrist.
âThank you, Lewis,â I murmured, admiring the jewelry and trying to match his enthusiasm, but I could tell he noticed my hesitation.
A flicker of something passed through his eyes���disappointment, maybe. âYou donât like it?â he asked, his voice softer than usual, a trace of uncertainty there.
âNo, no, itâs beautiful,â I insisted, meeting his gaze. âI love it. Itâs justâŚâ
But before I could finish, he stepped back, his brows knitting together in concern. âLately, it feels like you donât,â he said, his voice uncharacteristically flat. âEvery time I bring you something, you just⌠donât seem as happy as you used to be.â
The sincerity in his voice made my heart ache. I could tell he was hurt, confused, maybe even doubting whether heâd done something wrong.
âLewis,â I began, reaching out to him, âitâs not the gifts. Theyâre beautiful, really, but⌠they donât make up for you not being here.â
His shoulders slumped, and I could see him processing my words, trying to understand. âI just wanted to make you feel special,â he said, his voice quiet. âI thought, maybe if I could give you things, spoil you a bit, it would help⌠make up for the times I canât be here.â
I stepped closer to him, gently wrapping my arms around his waist. âLewis, you do make me feel special. But itâs not the things you buy, itâs⌠itâs you. Itâs when youâre here, just like this, when you hold me and I donât have to worry about you being halfway across the world. Thatâs what I miss.â
He let out a slow breath, as if the tension was finally melting away. âI didnât realize it was like that,â he said, his voice thick with emotion. âI thought the gifts would make you happy, that theyâd remind you Iâm still here, even when Iâm away. But maybe⌠I was just trying to fill the gap in the wrong way.â
I rested my head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady and strong beneath my cheek. âYou donât have to try so hard. I donât need more things, Lew. I just need you.â
He tightened his arms around me, his hands running soothingly over my back. âIâm sorry. Iâll do better. No more trying to buy your love when all you need is me.â
I laughed softly, and he tilted my chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes held that same warmth, but now there was a new resolve in them, a promise. âThis winter break, youâre coming with me,â he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. âWherever I go, youâre coming too. I donât care if school says otherwise, weâll make it work.â
I smiled, the heaviness in my chest lifting as I held onto him, feeling the familiar warmth Iâd missed so much. âIâd love that,â I whispered, finally letting go of all the doubt and distance that had settled between us.
As we stood there, wrapped in each otherâs arms, I felt like everything was finally right again. He was here, and that was all I needed.
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I really don't think Astarion would react well to his partner being self deprecative. I think it would be a mixture of emotions. Like he'd understand the feeling of self loathing, and where it comes from. But I think he'd be upset that you feel that way about yourself. There may be the tiniest bit of doubt in his ability to make you happy, and make you see that you're more than enough for him. Mostly, though I think he'd just want to know where it's coming from.
Because what in the world could possibly be making the most perfect person in the world to think so little of themself. If it's something he's said he'd want to know, and be willing to learn how to correct it so he'd never do it again. If it's someone else, chances are they're dead. If it's coming from inside, then maybe he can help you feel better about it. He'd be supportive of any changes you'd need to make to your life to fix it.
Astarion would definitely want you to feel good about yourself, as he had to learn. Fully understanding that self love is a journey, by the by. He's not even there, but if there's something he can do to help you as you've helped him. Then wouldn't it be selfish to withhold such assistance?
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UNSCRIPTED â toji fushiguro x female reader [chapter 5/5]
summary: youâre a faceless author of scandalous smut â great at writing steamy scenes but totally clueless about real-life romance (and with no one to match your freak). enter toji fushiguro, a hot stranger you (accidentally) throw up on during a drunken night out. surprise! heâs also the future voice actor for your smutty novelâs main character. can you survive the awkwardness of your disastrous meet-cute while keeping your identity (and dignity) a secret? welcome to the chaos of your own erotic fantasy romcom!
content warning & tags:Â (erotic) voice artist! toji, (smut) writer! reader, smutty content!! [in this chapter: slight dubcon/cnc (?), virginity loss, riding, switch! toji, sort of dom!reader, pussy drunk toji, kind of wholesome, whole lot of yapping], sort of workplace romance, secret/anon identity, slight social media au, meet-cute, virgin!reader, single dad dilf! toji, kid! megumi, strangers to lovers (?), she fell first but he fell harder, mentions of other characters (satoru gojo, suguru geto, megumi fushiguro, shoko eiri, brief mentions of ryomen sukuna)
notes: two chapters a day, who is this diva !!? nah i had this around and i could not help but post it today. it will either mean you all binge read it, or you all completely forget that either chapter has been posted. curse this damn algo! or maybe i am just overenthusiastically posting. but gaaahhhh!! can't believe we are at the end </3 !! thank you thank you THANK YOU !! for the love, i'm so beyond grateful. thank you for letting va toji and smut writer reader in your dashboards and following them along on their stupid meet-cute journey <3 and, please don't be mad about the epilogue, i SWEAR megumi is not like other guys [he is just like his dad...]. also, if you're confused about the ending, PLEASE!! read persephone. it's not as emotional and funny as this one, but...read it so that you could make sense of the plot? IDKKK. or don't i think it's pretty self-explanatory. but in all honesty, the freaky scene was really difficult to write in this chapter, and i really apologise if it seems..."anti-climatic" or a "letdown" or "not smutty enough" :") it's a lot more yapping and emotion based, not something i do often but i sorta liked writing it? i don't know, sometimes you should take a break from the dirty talk and just talk to yourself...eugh what am i saying, anyways! please, enjoy. and let me know how you liked this - comments, reblogs - i'm spying on them all Â
read on ao3! â series masterlist
⤠related au: persephone [business tycoon! sukuna x reader]
your phone buzzes quietly on the nightstand, and you reach over, still half-buried in blankets, to check the message. toji grumbles beside you, wrapping an arm lazily around your waist, pulling you right back to him. âdonât even think about leaving this bed,â he mumbles against your shoulder, voice rough with sleep.
you squint at your screen, smiling as shokoâs name lights up with a string of texts.
shoko: mission successful. megumi has been delivered to the institution of learning. shoko: also, fyi, we're stealing the limo for the dayshoko: and no, we wonât be back until weâre legally obligated. donât worry, weâll keep gojo under control⌠mostly shoko: enjoy your alone time, lovebirds đ
you chuckle, typing back a quick reply.
you: thank you, dearest shoko. keep gojo from being arrested plz đ you: we really do appreciate it, but just know i have zero faith in ur ability to contain gojo, lol shoko: fair enough, neither do i
toji tightens his hold around you, grumbling, âwhatâs so funny? thought you were all mine this morning.â
you turn, placing your phone on the nightstand as you nestle back against him. âjust shoko. apparently, she, gojo, and geto did drop megumi off at school. in the limo.â
toji lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head. âbet those teachers are loving that.â
âoh, absolutely. iâm sure gojo made it a whole production, too.â you laugh, imagining the scene â a horrified teacher watching the three self-proclaimed âcoolâ adults proudly unloading an amused, completely willing megumi from the limo like heâs some kind of celebrity.
tojiâs hand slides up your back, sending a warm shiver down your spine. âgood,â he murmurs, a lazy smirk on his face. âmeans weâve got all day.â
you bite back a grin. âis that so, mr. fushiguro?â
âdamn right, mrs. fushiguro,â he whispers, and thereâs that flutter in your chest again.Â
mrs. fushiguro â itâs still so new, so surreal. you lean into his touch, feeling that warmth radiate from him, that steady presence thatâs been with you for so long, but now, somehow, feels even closer.
âgod, that sounds⌠i donât know. just amazing,â you murmur, voice almost shy. âitâs crazy how much changes when weâre just⌠us.â
he leans in, pressing his lips to your forehead, and itâs so soft, so tender, itâs enough to make your heart do another flip.Â
âyeah? feelinâ all mushy on me now, are ya?â he teases, smirking down at you, but his voice is so soft, so genuine.
âmaybe i am,â you admit, tracing small circles on his chest with your finger. âjust⌠thinking about how lucky i am. how lucky we are. you⌠me⌠and megumi.â the last part brings a smile to your lips, the idea of the three of you, a real family, settled and safe and happy.
tojiâs eyes soften, and he leans in to kiss you, slow and warm. âtrust me, iâm the lucky one,â he murmurs, his hand coming up to cradle your face as he gazes at you. âiâve got you, iâve got âgumi⌠i got everything i need right here.â
you look away for a second, laughing softly to hide how much his words make your heart ache in the best way. âif anyone heard you right now, theyâd never believe the tough guy act you put on.â
âhey, donât go spreading rumors,â he warns, but his smile gives him away. âonly you get to see me like this.â his fingers stroke along your cheek as he adds, âmy best side.â
you look up at him, a rush of affection filling your chest so full you feel it might burst. âi just⌠i feel like the luckiest person alive. like⌠what did i do to end up here with you?â
âyou didnât have to do anything, baby,â he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. âjust had to be you.â
you both settle into a comfortable silence, his hand finding yours under the covers, fingers interlacing. thereâs something so perfect, so still about this moment â just lying together, his thumb brushing idly over your knuckles. the warmth of his skin, the steady beat of his heart â itâs like every worry, every noise from the world fades away, leaving just the two of you cocooned here in the quiet, the morning sun filtering softly through the curtains.
you close your eyes, sighing contentedly. âi could stay like this forever, you know.â
he chuckles, pulling you closer. âgood. âcause iâm not lettinâ you go anywhere.â
youâre just basking in the warm silence, feeling utterly at peace, when toji leans in, his voice low and smooth in your ear. "so, mrs. fushiguro,â he drawls, a smirk creeping onto his lips, âwasnât there talk of a⌠private reading of that dragon king sequel?â
oh, no.Â
oh, no.Â
you blink at him, trying to keep a straight face.Â
this man is absolutely trying to get in your pants with literature.Â
who does that? well, toji does, apparently. and damn him for knowing youâd promised him a private reading of that particular book launch. a foolish vow you made months ago, when you didnât think heâd actually remember.Â
but, of course, he remembers everything.
âi⌠um,â you stammer, your cheeks heating. âthat was â okay, that was months ago, toji. i didnât think youâd actually ââ
âyou didnât think iâd remember?â he grins, and itâs the kind of grin that tells you youâre not getting out of this. âi remember everything, sweetheart. especially when it involves⌠letâs say, romantic storytelling?â
romantic storytelling, huh? right.Â
sure. thatâs one way to put it.
âtoji, itâs not just, you know, romantic storytelling,â you mutter, cheeks warming even more. âi mean, itâs got⌠dragons. and quests. and ââ
âoh, i remember chapter twenty just fine,â he cuts in, that cheeky smirk now completely in control of the situation. he leans closer, his face inches from yours, all smug and mischievous.Â
âyou know, the one where the dragon king finds his queen and⌠gives her a real good âwelcomeâ?â
your mouth goes dry.Â
this absolute menace. heâs got the audacity to remember chapter twenty?
âoh, you mean the âepic battle scene,â right?â you try, feigning innocence. âwhere theyâre fighting for the fate of the kingdom, and itâs super dramatic, lots of⌠explosions, you know?â
he laughs, low and deep, and god, itâs unfair how sexy he makes laughing sound. âsure, if youâre talking about the fireworks when the dragon king finally, you knowâŚâ he raises an eyebrow.Â
âclaims his queen.â
you are done for.Â
âtoji ââ you start, but heâs already pushing himself up, reaching over to grab a copy of your book from the nightstand. you mentally curse past you for being sentimental enough to keep a copy so close by.
âhere we go,â he says, flipping through the pages, and damn it, heâs really going for it. âright to chapter twenty. ah⌠here. listen to this, babe.â he clears his throat dramatically, as if heâs about to perform the damn shakespearean sonnet of the year.Â
âthe dragon king leaned in, his voice a whisper like embers in the dark, promising the queen his undying loyalty, his soul, his fire ââ
âtoji,â you hiss, trying not to laugh because this is utterly ridiculous. but also kind of the most endearing thing heâs ever done.
ââ and his lips claimed hers with the kind of passion only a dragon king possessed,â he continues, absolutely deadpan.Â
his eyes flicker up to yours, and the next thing you know, heâs leaning in, his mouth soft against yours, playful, slow. âsee?â he murmurs against your lips, teasing. âitâs right there in the text.â
you barely hold back a giggle. âtoji fushiguro, you are not⌠using my own book to seduce me.â
he grins, kissing the corner of your mouth. âoh, sweetheart. i absolutely am. and iâm pretty sure youâre enjoying it, too.â his hands slide around your waist, pulling you closer, and damn it, you are enjoying this.
âthis is absurd,â you mutter, though your words lose their conviction as he trails kisses down your neck, each one soft and teasing. âyouâre ridiculous.â
âridiculous,â he murmurs between kisses, âfor my beautiful wife who writes⌠excellent dragon king romances? definitely.â he pauses, looking up at you with that glint in his eyes that you know spells trouble.Â
âand donât act like you donât find it hot, mrs. fushiguro. we both know thatâs a lie.â
you groan, flopping back against the pillows. âwhy did i write chapter twenty like that? iâve doomed myself.â
he raises an eyebrow, that smirk even more devilish. âhey, iâm just a fan, enjoying a private reading,â he says, leaning back in to brush his lips against yours, soft and gentle at first, but deepening, his hand cupping your cheek in that way that drives you crazy.Â
âgo on,â he whispers, voice low, âread for me.â
your heartâs pounding now, every nerve in your body alive with the feel of him so close, his eyes warm and mischievous and so damn loving.Â
you swallow, taking a steadying breath, and somehow, miraculously, you manage to open the book and start reading in a low, slightly shaky voice.
âthe dragon king wrapped his arms around her,â you read, feeling your voice hitch as tojiâs fingers trace little patterns along your arm, sending shivers through you, âhis breath warm against her ear, promising her⌠his devotion. his soul. his fire.â
âmmm,â toji murmurs, pressing a kiss to your jawline. âkeep going. this is getting good.â
you continue, barely able to concentrate because heâs absolutely enjoying every second of this.Â
âand as his lips met hers, it was like⌠like an explosion of heat, consuming them both in a moment so intense it could⌠melt worlds.â you swallow, feeling his hand slide around your waist, his face close to yours, his gaze dark with desire.
âyou know, i think your writing really captures the, uh, tension here,â he teases, his voice a rough whisper against your ear.
âyouâre impossible,â you say, laughing despite yourself as he pulls you back down onto the bed, his kisses now less playful, more earnest, his hand finding yours, fingers interlacing like they belong there.
âimpossibly in love with my talented, beautiful wife,â he murmurs against your skin, his lips soft and warm. âthe one who just happens to write the best damn dragon romances out there.â
you let out a breathless laugh, burying your face in his shoulder. âif my readers could see this right now, theyâd probably riot.â
he chuckles, pulling you close, his hand running through your hair. âwell, they donât get this version of you. thatâs all mine.â
you look up at him, heart swelling with so much love you feel you might burst. âyeah?â you murmur, feeling your voice go soft, your hand reaching up to trace his jawline.
âyeah,â he says, leaning in to kiss you, slow and deep, the kind of kiss that makes you forget the whole world, until thereâs just him, just you, just the two of you tangled together in this little piece of forever.
youâre deep in the moment, hands tangled around tojiâs neck, your heart racing, and then thump! â your hardcover book smacks him right on the back of his head.Â
you freeze, horrified, but toji just blinks, a slow grin spreading across his face. where you see a mood-killer, he sees a grand opportunity.
âwell, well,â he says, rubbing the spot with exaggerated drama, âguess the dragon kingâs under attack.âÂ
then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he reaches down, tugging at the hem of his shirt. âonly one way to counter this⌠surprise assault.â
before you can say a word, he pulls the shirt over his head, revealing that ridiculous six â or is it eight? â pack of his. you lose count every time. the manâs a walking anatomy lesson.
he leans back against the pillows, arms casually behind his head like heâs just some unassuming king lounging in his castle.Â
âso,â he drawls, raising an eyebrow, âdonât you think itâs only fair for âequalityâ reasons that you join me in my⌠wardrobe adjustments?â
you stare at him, knowing exactly what heâs doing, but still, the smirk on his face is impossible to resist.Â
âoh, âequality,â huh?â you laugh, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. âyouâre seriously using that excuse?â
âhey,â he says with an innocent shrug, though that devilish grin gives him away. âyou hit me on the head. you owe me. this is⌠reparations.â
âreparations?â you raise an eyebrow, feigning disbelief as you fiddle with the book, stalling, though your heartâs racing. âi think you just want me out of my shirt.â
âyeah, obviously.â his eyes sparkle, not an ounce of shame. âyouâve got the dragon king here, and heâs got a⌠well, letâs just call it a mighty thirst for, uh, âvisual balance.ââ
you laugh, shaking your head. âvisual balance? youâre just making things up now!â
âcome on,â he says, reaching out and gently tugging at the hem of your shirt with that smirk that melts you every time. âfor equality. and⌠maybe chapter twenty accuracy?â
you try to hold in a laugh, failing miserably. âoh, now youâre committed to accuracy, are you?â
âabsolutely.â he leans in, his eyes meeting yours, that smirk growing softer, somehow more sincere. âbesides,â he murmurs, voice low, âiâm not about to let some book have all the fun of a private reading with you.â
his words send warmth straight to your chest, and you find yourself surrendering to his playfulness. slowly, you lift the hem of your shirt, and his gaze never leaves yours, following each movement with that quiet intensity that makes you feel like youâre the only thing in his world.
âhappy now?â you ask, raising an eyebrow once the shirt is off and tossed to the side.
tojiâs gaze trails over you, his smile widening. âmmm, much better,â he says, voice a low rumble. he reaches out, pulling you close until youâre practically lying on top of him, his hands resting lightly on your waist.Â
ânow,â he whispers, his breath warm against your cheek, âabout that private readingâŚâ
âyou mean, before the book tries to knock you out again?â you say, laughing softly as he grins.
ânah,â he replies, pulling you closer, voice softer now. âi think iâd rather hear it from you⌠no books, no pages. just us.â his hand slides up your back, his touch so familiar, so gentle, and suddenly, youâre not laughing anymore, just looking into his eyes, feeling like youâre in your own story, one thatâs still being written.
âfine,â you whisper, resting your head on his shoulder as he holds you close, his fingers brushing through your hair. âiâll read to you, toji. but only if you promiseâŚâ you pause, smirking, ânot to bring out any more âdragon kingâ moves.â
he chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. âno promises,â he murmurs, voice warm and full of laughter.
youâre lost in the warmth of his embrace, melting into him as your lips meet, his hands firm on your waist, grounding you as you straddle him. skin to skin, chest to chest, heartbeats syncing â it's everything a newlywed morning should be. but thenâŚÂ
oh.
you feel it.Â
that very⌠unignorable reminder pressing insistently against you, and the realization hits like a lightning bolt, your face heating up as if someone turned the thermostat up to a hundred.Â
you swallow, suddenly very aware of the âproblemâ in question, and try your hardest to keep a straight face.Â
itâs not like this is new or anything. tojiâs your husband. this is normal. completely normal. all husbands feel like this for their wives, right?Â
right.
but heâs⌠so unbothered. he doesnât even hesitate, just keeps his hands on you, tracing slow circles along your back, his thumb brushing over your skin, his lips curling into a smirk like he knows exactly how much heâs affecting you. and maybe he does.Â
of course he does.
âtoji,â you manage to whisper, barely holding it together, but heâs already looking at you with that lazy, smug grin, like youâre his personal sunrise, and heâs basking in every single second.Â
âyou, uh⌠you sure youâre okay there?â
âme?â he raises an eyebrow, all innocence as he chuckles, his voice a warm, sleepy rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. âiâm more than okay, sweetheart. just enjoying my beautiful wife on our first morning as mr. and mrs. fushiguro.â he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone thatâs entirely too distracting.Â
âbesides,â he murmurs, lips brushing your skin, âi think youâre the one whoâs a little⌠flustered.â
flustered? you?Â
âtoji, youâve got a ââ you start, but he interrupts, grinning wickedly.
âa ânormal human reactionâ?â he teases, voice dropping to that smooth, low register that drives you crazy. âcanât help it when youâre this close. on top of me. looking like that.â
you cover your face with your hands, half-laughing, half-dying of embarrassment. âstop â oh my god, youâre insufferable.â
âand you love it,â he says, lifting your chin to meet his gaze. his eyes are soft, sincere, with a glint of mischief as he tilts his head. âwhatâs a husband supposed to do? just look at you? you make it real hard, yâknow?â
he lets out a low laugh at your expression and then holds you tighter, his hands warm and steady on your waist.Â
âguess weâre not getting out of bed for a while, huh?â
youâre not sure whatâs come over you â maybe itâs the morning sunlight streaming in, soft and hazy; maybe itâs the devilish little voice in your head nudging you forward.Â
but somehow, here you are, straddling your very, very surprised husband, taking matters (and his pants) into your own hands.Â
and, well, letâs just say you got a little⌠ambitious.
before you even have time to think, youâre, um⌠fully committed.Â
as in, no turning back.Â
as in, youâre in.
tojiâs eyes go wide, his hands gripping your hips as if heâs trying to catch up to whatâs happening. his breath hitches, his head falling back against the pillow, and he lets out something between a sob and what might be a moan.Â
his cheeks are flushed, his jaw tight, and for a second, he just stares up at you with a look thatâs a mix of reverence and utter disbelief.
âyou⌠y-you just⌠did you just â ?â he manages to stammer, the words catching in his throat, and suddenly, youâre the one whoâs freaking out.Â
the reality of what you just did hits like a freight train, and youâre not prepared.
âuh⌠yes?â you squeak, as if youâre also trying to convince yourself. a nervous laugh escapes you. âi mean⌠yeah. i just⌠i thought⌠yâknow, weâre married now, so⌠spontaneity?â
tojiâs lips press into a shaky smile, his fingers tightening on your waist.Â
âspontaneity, huh?â he repeats, a breathless laugh bubbling up as he tries to process the situation. âdamn, sweetheart, you really know how to keep a guy on his toes.â
your cheeks heat up, and you suddenly realize just how locked into this you are.Â
no backing out now, not when youâre quite literally in the thick of it.Â
âoh god,â you mutter, half to yourself. âdid i just⌠did i seriously just yolo this?â
toji laughs, his thumb tracing comforting circles on your hip, his voice a little strained but warm as ever. âhonestly? kind of the best ones of my life. but if youâre freaking out⌠we can take a breather.â
but thereâs something in his gaze â something soft and genuine, with that signature spark of mischief â that steadies you a little. you take a breath, letting his presence calm your nerves.Â
and then, with a shaky smile, you lean down, pressing your forehead to his.
âjust⌠donât move too fast, okay?â you whisper, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of it all.
âyouâre the boss, mrs. fushiguro,â he murmurs, voice low and tender, and he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you, holding you steady. âlocked and loaded⌠best way to start the day.â
you try to summon every ounce of confidence your heroines have ever possessed â the boldness, the sass, the sheer conviction that they know exactly what they're doing.Â
but here you are, completely frozen, caught somewhere between exhilaration and abject terror.Â
your mind is racing, but your body? not so much. you canât seem to move.
and to make matters worse, thereâs a tiny part of you thatâs panicking, the same part that has you wiggling slightly as you try to find any semblance of control.Â
naturally, he notices, and, of course, he feels it, too.
tojiâs eyes soften, his mouth curving into that warm, almost-too-perfect smile that always settles your nerves, and his hands move gently to your hips, steadying you with the barest of pressure. youâre not sure if heâs trying to keep you from falling apart or if heâs anchoring himself, too.
âhey,â he murmurs, voice warm and so steady it cuts through your internal chaos. âyou donât have to do anything, sweetheart. lemme take care of you.â
he tilts his head back to meet your eyes, and the softness in his gaze is almost enough to melt you.Â
âbesides,â he teases, a wicked little glint appearing in his eyes, âthe last thing i want is you remembering this as the morning you freaked out on top of me. that wouldnât be fair to you, or, honestly⌠to me.â
you manage a shaky laugh, trying to focus on him rather than the tangle of nerves twisting in your stomach.Â
and maybe, just maybe, you can let go of your inner heroine pep talk just this once.
âokayâŚâ you whisper, breath still catching, but thereâs something in his touch thatâs grounding you. âjust⌠go slow?â
âyes maâam.â his voice drops an octave, the promise of patience woven through every word, and his hands tighten just a little, guiding you with gentle confidence. he starts moving slowly, carefully, each motion more reassuring than the last. his thumb brushes your hip soothingly, grounding you.
âand remember,â he whispers, mouth brushing the corner of your mouth as he leans up, âiâm right here. always.â
youâre trying, really.Â
but, for all the research youâve put into this exact scenario, itâs like your mindâs blanking out on everything.Â
front and back? sideways? or was it⌠circular? maybe up and down?Â
why is it that the one time you desperately need a mental slideshow, all your research notes abandon you?
to make matters worse, tojiâs expression isnât exactly helping. heâs looking at you with this mix of sheer desperation and restraint, like heâs teetering on the edge of losing it or⌠combusting.Â
maybe both.
âuh, toji,â you murmur, fingers trailing uncertainly on his chest as you try to read his reaction. âam i⌠doing this right?â you ask, half-joking, half-panicked, but mostly hoping for some kind of confirmation. or maybe a sign that youâre not about to ruin him.
tojiâs eyes snap open a bit wider, and the sounds he makes are⌠well, hardly words.Â
more like a strangled, garbled mess of syllables that could pass for something between a moan and a mutter. he opens his mouth to say something and then just clenches his jaw, exhaling a shaky breath.
âbabeâŚâ he finally chokes out, voice rough. âwhatever youâre doing⌠just⌠give me a sec, okay?â
you stifle a laugh, watching as his hands are balled so tight at his sides that theyâre nearly shaking. itâs like heâs holding himself together by sheer willpower alone. you swear his knuckles might actually be going white.
he lets out a huff, like heâs trying to recite a grocery list or remember anything that isnât the feel of you on top of him.Â
âsatoruâs voice⌠that dumb soap commercial⌠yeah, yeah, there it is⌠âleaves you feeling fresh all dayâ... god help me,â he mutters under his breath.
âtoji?â you canât help it; you lean in, brushing your lips against his jaw as he swallows hard.Â
âi think iâve broken you.â
his head tips back, a strained laugh breaking through as he fights to keep his cool.Â
âyou⌠might just have,â he manages, voice rough around the edges, and thereâs this flash of helplessness in his gaze that makes your heart skip.
âiâm doing that well, huh?â you smirk, feeling just the tiniest spark of confidence.
he groans, half in frustration, half in what sounds like pride. âyeah⌠yeah, you are,â he grits out.Â
âand if you move⌠in literally any direction right now, iâm not sure how much longer i can hold back.â
you take a moment to consider, still a little nervous, but now definitely encouraged by the effect you seem to be having on him.Â
âwell,â you whisper, âyouâre my husband now. i think that means we can both⌠figure this out together.â
he looks up at you, that steady, determined look in his eyes, as he exhales another shaky breath.Â
âthen letâs figure it out,â he murmurs, voice softer now, but still brimming with that intensity.
his hands finally settle on your hips, steadying you as he starts guiding you slowly, deliberately, and the careful rhythm he sets feels like itâs easing all that tension out of both of you.
âgod⌠toji,â you murmur, feeling every little shift and movement as he keeps you close, never rushing, always guiding.
âthatâs right, sweetheart,â he says, his tone softening as he takes his time with you. âweâve got all the time in the world.â
while toji is supposedly the one who should have all the experience here, somehow youâre the one taking charge â leading the pace, finding a rhythm, and honestly, feeling a little like some overconfident cowgirl until you remember, oh right, this is toji fushiguro, not some wild bronco.
okay, maybe ease up on the cowgirl image, you mentally scold yourself, trying to stay focused.Â
but that confidence youâre feeling? itâs dangerous. because just as you settle into this boldness, feeling like youâve got things under control, toji lets out a whimper.
your eyes fly open, heart practically stopping in your chest.Â
oh no.Â
was that a sound of pain?Â
did you somehow⌠break him?Â
wait, is it even possible to damage internal organs like this?Â
âtojiâŚ?â you ask, almost scared to hear the answer.
he lifts his head a little, looking dazed and half-lost, his breathing heavy, eyes hazy with disbelief as he mutters,Â
ây-youâreâŚâ he doesnât even finish, just closes his eyes, head falling back as another broken whimper slips out.Â
and then it hits you.
oh.
âyou⌠you like this?â you ask, almost stunned. the idea that youâre the one making him sound like that?Â
the thought is so potent it makes you feel a rush of something warm and⌠yeah, okay, powerful.
heâs barely able to respond, his hands gripping your hips now, knuckles white as he nods, lips parted in another helpless gasp as he tries and fails to keep his cool.Â
âdonât⌠stop,â he finally chokes out, like heâs barely hanging on.
âoh, trust me, iâm not going anywhere,â you whisper, heart racing. and now thereâs this little thrill lighting you up from the inside out, because every tiny movement is pulling more helpless little sounds from him, his restraint finally slipping.
tojiâs voice is so rough, barely holding it together as he grits out, âyouâre killing me, sweetheart⌠godâŚâ
âwell,â you manage, barely keeping your own composure, âitâs only fair, right? after all the times youâve done this to me?â
he lets out another shaky exhale, clearly struggling, and for a second youâre genuinely worried he might just combust completely.Â
ây-you really think⌠youâre doing me in, huh?â
you raise a brow, smirking despite yourself. âyou sound like youâre the one struggling here.â
he laughs breathlessly, like he can hardly believe it, before he pulls you close, one hand cupping the back of your neck.Â
âstruggling?â he murmurs, his voice low and full of promise. âiâm just letting you have your fun before i flip us over and show you exactly whoâs in charge here.â
your heart does a somersault. because the thrill of this playful push and pull, of seeing him finally lose control?Â
thatâs the best way to start any morning.
tojiâs brain is on a full-blown rollercoaster right now, and not in the way heâd imagined.Â
heâd thought heâd be calm, collected, the man in control, ready to take his time with you and make this morning something sweet and a little filthy, just like youâd always hinted at.Â
heâd be the one setting the scene, the one doing all the work, the one guiding you gently, like heâd dreamed about doing ever since you let him in on that side of your writing.
he even had a whole monologue rehearsed in his head last night: âto my parents, my friends, and any god whoâs listening, thank you for giving me this beautiful woman to love, a girl with fire in her veins and creativity for days.âÂ
heâd planned on simple, soft kisses, with lots of praise to make you feel adored, even throw in a little dirty talk, just like in your books.Â
heâd thought about quoting a line or two back at you for fun â maybe one from that chapter you wrote where the dragon king says, âyouâre all mine tonight, and youâll feel every inch of me, i promise.â
but now?Â
all thatâs gone out the window, because here you are, on top of him, taking the lead with confidence, and heâs losing his mind.Â
every time he tries to open his mouth, all he can get out is a strangled groan, and itâs doing something to him he wasnât expecting.Â
he can barely recognize himself; the words heâd so carefully picked out are just⌠gone. every time you shift, itâs like his thoughts scatter to the wind, replaced by pure, helpless need.
he wants to tell you, wants to let you know how much he loves this, loves you, how insane youâre driving him, but all that comes out is a barely-coherent mess of sounds, and it hits him that youâre not just in control of his body â youâve completely stolen his mind, too.
âi⌠god, i thought i was supposed to be the one teaching youâŚâ he finally manages to whisper, half in awe, half in defeat.
you smirk, that little gleam in your eye sending a shiver down his spine. âthought you liked a surprise every now and then?â
and all he can do is nod, a dazed look in his eyes.Â
because in this moment, he realizes heâd gladly give up every carefully planned word, every practiced move, just to feel like this forever: utterly and completely wrapped around your finger, and he wouldnât have it any other way.
the second toji feels your movements stutter, that telltale shiver coursing through you, he knows exactly whatâs happening.Â
and oh, heâs not about to let you handle all that on your own.Â
in one smooth, effortless motion, he flips you onto your back, settling himself on top of you with a grin thatâs downright devilish. his muscles flex as he moves, every bit of that gym routine paying off in real time.
âthought iâd take over, sweetheart,â he murmurs, voice low and husky, his words wrapping around you like velvet. âjust⌠seemed like you could use a little help.â
you meet his gaze, already breathless, but the excitement bubbling inside you is impossible to ignore.Â
âoh, youâre taking over now?â you tease, your hands resting on his strong shoulders, gripping tight, letting him feel the way your fingers tremble slightly. "go on then, show me what you got."
his eyes darken, and the heat between you intensifies as he lowers himself, pressing a line of kisses along your neck that makes your whole body tingle.Â
"you donât have to tell me twice,â he murmurs, his voice dripping with that rough, familiar affection, every word sending a thrill straight to your core.
with every frantic movement, every desperate thrust, heâs thoroughly reminding you that this is his world, and youâre just lucky to be living in it.Â
the tension that had been building inside you starts winding tighter again, and you feel like youâre seconds away from cumming. every nerve is on fire, and his name escapes your lips like a prayer, like youâre as completely lost in him as he is in you.
âthatâs it, just like that,â he whispers, his tone full of encouragement, his breath warm against your ear. âi want you to feel everything, sweetheart.â
and with the way heâs moving, with the heat and the energy building between you, you donât doubt for a second that heâs going to make good on that promise.
you're clinging to him, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, arms tangled around his neck like youâre in some intense love-drunk wrestling hold, and youâre this close, teetering on the edge.Â
you have no idea what to do with all that emotion bubbling up inside â are you supposed to say something? shout something? last time, when he went down on you, you practically screeched, and that memory alone is enough to make you blush in embarrassment.Â
but, youâre different now, classier, you tell yourself.Â
totally changed.Â
so instead, you lean up, press your lips to his ear, and let out a quiet, garbled, âi love you.â
toji goes still for a fraction of a second â barely a heartbeat â but itâs long enough for you to feel it: he wasnât ready for that. itâs a sneak attack, and you see his face shift, his eyes going wide for just a moment before the heat in them intensifies, pure, raw emotion flooding in. you feel his whole body respond to those three words, and just as you think yes, iâve got him, you realize heâs already cumming.Â
finished, before he even had a chance to let out a coherent response. heâs so stunned that he just mutters, âfuck,â breathless and hoarse, the word barely forming on his lips.
you canât help but laugh, voice filled with a mix of triumph and disbelief. âwow, that got you, huh?â you tease, brushing a hand through his hair, feeling all the tension melt from his body as he tries to catch his breath. âand here you thought you had it all planned out.â
he huffs, pulling you even closer, his forehead resting against yours, that familiar smirk creeping back into place despite the flush on his cheeks.Â
ânever underestimate the power of a writer,â he murmurs, voice deep and warm. âespecially when her words pack one hell of a punch.â
and you grin, sinking into the feeling of having completely swept him off his feet, knowing full well he wouldnât want it any other way.
tojiâs lying there in post-bliss, still catching his breath, when it hits him harder than any of gojoâs early-morning, glass-shattering shrieks: he just took his wifeâs v-card.Â
heâs your first.Â
and then it all unravels, one chaotic revelation after another â he just came inside you.Â
came inside you.Â
and wait, oh hell, were you even on any contraception?
his eyes widen in a near-panic, and he can feel his pulse skyrocketing again, but this time itâs not from excitement.Â
he remembers how much you love kids â yeah, kids. specifically, one kid. megumi. did you two even talk about adding more to that tally?
âuh, babeâŚâ he starts, pulling away as gently as possible. he ignores the mess and all sense of grace as he practically scrambles to his feet, hurriedly grabbing the first thing he can to clean you up, which turns out to be some spare tissues by the bed.
you blink up at him, a bit dazed but smiling, that look of total contentment on your face. but it just makes him panic more.
âare⌠are you okay?â he asks, voice a bit too frantic. heâs cleaning you up with a gentleness that feels oddly out of character, his hands trembling just slightly as he checks you over, his fingers brushing your cheek, your arm, like heâs making sure youâre really, truly okay. âdo you feel⌠i dunno, uh⌠like, rested? like, youâre good, right? not too sore?â
you let out a soft laugh, reaching up to cup his cheek. âiâm fine, toji. actually, iâm more than fine,â you say, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone, and his heart does that stupid skip thing again. he canât let himself get sidetracked, though.
âoh, thatâs good â really good.â he nods, grabbing the water bottle thatâs somehow on his nightstand, a red iron man one. âhere, drink this.â he uncaps it, nudging it toward your lips. âhydrate and all.â
you stare at the bottle for a second, blinking.Â
âis that⌠âgumiâs iron man bottle?â
âi donât know, and i donât care right now. just drink,â he says, pushing it toward you with a kind of determination, and you obediently take a few sips, though youâre clearly trying not to laugh.
after a few swallows, you pull back, wiping your lips. âtoji, relax. youâre the one who told me to trust you, right?â
heâs rubbing the back of his neck now, a bit embarrassed but mostly still caught up in his thoughts. âyeah, well, i didnât think thatâŚâ he trails off, looking at the mess on the sheets with an almost horrified expression.Â
âi just⌠we didnât talk about⌠kids.â
you tilt your head, giving him a soft look. âtoji, do you want kids?â
he runs a hand through his hair, that panic settling into something softer. âi mean, iâm good with megs, yâknow? heâs⌠heâs all i need, but⌠itâs not like iâd be against it.â he shifts, the vulnerability clear in his eyes. âjust⌠wanted to make sure thatâs what you wanted, too.â
you reach for his hand, pulling him back down beside you, a reassuring smile on your face. âwe can figure that out together. maybe we donât know everything yet, but thatâs okay. weâve got time, donât we?â
he lets out a sigh, relief flooding through him as he squeezes your hand. âyeah, yeah we do. i guess i just⌠never thought iâd get to do this. to be⌠a real family, with you.â
âtoji,â you murmur, leaning in close, pressing your forehead to his. âyou already gave me everything i could ever want. whether itâs just you and me, or us and megumi⌠or more.â
he lets out a chuckle, feeling lighter as he finally lets himself relax. âalright, alright. just donât scare me like that, okay?â he mumbles, reaching for the blanket to cover you both up again.Â
and as he lies back down beside you, he canât help the soft smile that spreads across his face.
two years had flown by since that whirlwind of a wedding, and life with toji and megumi had settled into a heartwarming, beautifully chaotic rhythm.Â
megumi, now ten , was in a phase where heâd scoff and roll his eyes at anything even remotely â kiddish ,â claiming he was far too mature for that stuff now.
but youâd caught glimpses of that little boy spark in him â a reminder that he hadnât fully shed his innocence yet.Â
like the time youâd spent an entire evening painstakingly building a lego dragon together, a complicated model that had you and toji squinting at the manual with a kind of warrior resolve.
where toji groaned, half-buried in tiny plastic pieces. âthis better be the last one, kiddo, or your mama and i are gonna turn into dragons ourselves,â he muttered, piecing together the dragonâs intricate scales.
megumi tried to act indifferent, leaning back with an exaggerated sigh. âwell, i donât need it. dragons are kindaâŚÂ whatever .â
but the moment the final piece snapped into place, his face lit up with such unguarded delight, and he stared at the completed dragon, almost in awe.Â
âactually⌠itâs kinda cool,â he mumbled, tracing the wings with his finger.
and then there was the iron man phase.Â
just last week, you had surprised him with a new iron man action figure â the latest model that even he, the â oh-so-mature â ten-year-old, had been subtly eyeing. heâd accepted it with a feigned shrug, muttering something about it being â okay ,â but later you found him arranging his collection on his shelf with utmost care, placing iron man front and center.
today was a new milestone, though. suguru, ever the romantic, had finally invited his elusive business partner and the woman he was head over heels for: the famed mrs. ryomen , founder of persephone wines, accompanied by none other than her husband, ryomen sukuna . their wine brands were renowned globally, their rivalry and partnership like something out of a novel, and, unsurprisingly, satoru never shut up about how good the wines were.
the moment you laid eyes on her, you understood why suguru was so smitten. she was a vision of grace â calm, poised, with an elegance that felt both timeless and grounded. her wisdom was palpable, like sheâd seen the world and learned from it, carrying that understanding effortlessly.Â
and beside her was sukuna, a towering figure, his presence demanding attention without a single word. he wore his reputation as the industryâs most formidable businessman like a second skin, but there was a softness in his eyes whenever he glanced at his wife.
and trailing beside them, in her adorable little dress and with a wide, mischievous smile, was their five-year-old daughter, aiko. she looked exactly like her mother but had that unmistakable devious glint in her eyes â the unmistakable ryomen charm that came with a penchant for trouble.
aiko spotted megumi almost immediately, her eyes lighting up as she sized him up with that daring grin. without a secondâs hesitation, she skipped over, standing tall in front of him as if ready for a duel.Â
âyouâre megumi, right?â she asked, her hands on her hips.
megumi nodded, looking slightly intimidated but also oddly impressed. âuhâŚÂ yeah? â
âmy daddy says youâre gonna be tall like him someday,â she announced with a challenging gleam. âbut i think iâll still be cooler.â
toji, watching the exchange, chuckled, leaning down to you. âsheâs got the ryomen spirit, alright. poor suguru, heâs in for a lifetime of keeping up.â
suguru, who had been watching from the sidelines, gave an almost weary smile. âdonât remind me. sheâs just like her dad, which isâŚÂ terrifying.â
over the course of the evening, satoru found every possible opportunity to rave about the wine, which led to a slightly tipsy serenade of praise to both persephone and ryomen wines.Â
suguru shook his head, but you caught the faintest hint of pride in his eyes as satoru loudly professed, âthe best wine on earth, right here! what did i do in my past life to deserve this ?â
âsatoru, we get it,â shoko laughed, patting his shoulder. âbut maybe save some of your poetic speeches for the actual wine reps?â
sukuna, stoic as ever, cracked the smallest smirk. âbetter listen to her, gojo, or next time youâre paying double for every bottle.â
at this, megumi tugged at your hand, pulling you down so he could whisper in your ear, âdo you think theyâre likeâŚÂ superheroes? like, fancy business ones? â
you grinned, whispering back, âmaybe, but the kind that save peopleâs sanity after long days with a good glass of wine.â
as the night wore on, aiko became bolder, challenging megumi to little games and teasing him whenever he pretended to be unimpressed.Â
by the end, they were both racing around, megumi begrudgingly admitting that maybe having a â little kid â around wasnât the worst thing ever.
and you, watching your little found family and newfound friends all mingling, felt a sense of peace settle over you. life had changed so much, yet, with every piece that had fallen into place, it felt more complete than ever.
toji slid his hand into yours, his thumb brushing softly over your knuckles. âso,â he murmured, nodding towards the crowd of laughing, chatting, slightly inebriated friends, âhowâs forever treating you?â
you squeezed his hand back, leaning into his warmth. âwith you? itâs perfect .â
â [epilogue]Â
megumi adjusted the microphone, clearing his throat as he began his podcast. the familiar red recording light blinked on, and for a moment, he hesitated.Â
but then, that cool, low voice of his rolled out â completely unaware of just how many listeners were tuned in because of that very voice.
âhey, everyone,â he started, with a slight, almost embarrassed laugh. âitâs megumi. welcome back to another episode. thanks for sticking around, i guess.âÂ
he took a deep breath, leaning into his usual deadpan humor. âtodayâs a little⌠special.â
eight years had passed, and megumi was now eighteen, on the verge of starting college. you never could have imagined that the quiet, reserved little boy who once scowled at anything that wasnât cool enough would be sitting here, in gojo-sonicâs recording studio, with a podcast following that had skyrocketed in the last few months - his own little corner of the internet was a hit.
it was always a little surreal, hearing him speak like that â like an old pro â though megumi had no idea just how attractive his voice was.Â
youâd caught snippets of his episodes in passing, and honestly, you were floored. it had that raw, emo, mysterious vibe that made his fans swoon.Â
but megumi didnât care much for that. he just liked talking.Â
talking about whatever came to mind, whether it was the state of the world or random deep thoughts about dragons (which his viewers loved).
he paused for a second, then smirked. âso, apparently, itâs the anniversary of the sequel to my mamaâs infamous âmating with the dragon kingâ series, which is, uhâŚâ he chuckled under his breath. âa title i try not to think too hard about, for my own sanity.â
he glanced at his notes, mentally preparing himself for the rest. âbut itâs also my parentsâ anniversary. theyâve been together a long time now, and honestly, i think theyâve aged pretty well⌠if not gotten weirder, too.â
"okay, so first things first," megumi continued, tapping his fingers against the mic like he was thinking.Â
"iâve been asked a lot recently â yeah, like a lot â about my parents. so, i thought today, iâd⌠well, talk about them. for those who donât know, my mom and dad are basically the best couple on the planet."Â
he paused for a moment, a rare smirk tugging at his lips. "and no, iâm not just saying that because they pay my college tuition," he added, voice dry, before laughing lightly. the subtle humor, that ever-present dry wit of his, had not been lost over the years.
âiâm serious, though,â megumi continued, his tone shifting slightly. âtheyâve been married almost ten years now. ten years. thatâs a long time, right? you know, the stuff iâve seen them go through â good and bad â has honestly been like watching a rom-com⌠without the cheesy music. itâs real.â
he leaned back, grinning at the memory of his dad attempting to act cool when his mom gave him the anniversary gift sheâd obviously poured her heart into, and how his dad pretended to brush it off while trying not to tear up.Â
âi swear, my dad still thinks heâs the heartthrob he was in his youth⌠not that heâll admit he ever thought that.â
a comment from the live chat caught his eye, and he read it aloud with a half-smile, âhow are the lovebirds doing these days?â
âtheyâre⌠good,â he answered, a little softer, before laughing. âhonestly, theyâre like teenagers sometimes. last week, i caught them dancing to âdancing queenâ in the kitchen at, like, two in the morning. my mama insisted they were âpracticing their moves.ââ
another comment rolled in: âis it true they started dating because of âmating with the dragon kingâ?â
megumi groaned, rubbing his forehead.Â
âokay, so â yes, my mamaâs⌠work may or may not have been involved in them getting together. which, by the way, is mortifying, but what can you do?â
he continued, âso yeah, every year, around this time, they go through the book again. they claim itâs just to, i donât know, ârelive the magic,â or whatever. but personally, i think itâs just their excuse to laugh over the old cheesy lines and then get all sappy.â his voice softened, and you could hear the fondness there. âitâs⌠itâs cute, actually.â
as he sifted through more questions, a few regulars in the chat started asking about his dadâs influence on the podcast.Â
âso⌠âlike father, like son,â huh?â he repeated aloud. âyou all know my dad, toji fushiguro. heâs been a big reason iâm doing this at all. every week he tunes in and listens, usually making some snide comment about my âemoâ voice.â he chuckled.Â
âbut, like, heâs my biggest fan. itâs⌠weird. and kinda awesome.â
megumi leaned closer to the mic, as if sharing a secret. âsometimes he even gives me topic ideas, and he likes to pretend heâs all smooth about it. last week he was like, âhey, you ever think about doing an episode on⌠i donât know, how to handle annoying old guys? just⌠putting it out there.ââÂ
megumi rolled his eyes. âyeah, thanks, dad.â
one listener asked, âso, are your parents tuning in today?â
megumi laughed. âoh, you better believe it. mamaâs probably listening right now, making little notes about everything sheâs going to tease me for later. and dad? heâs probably lounging around, acting all nonchalant, but hanging onto every word. he never says it, but⌠heâs proud. he just shows it in weird, dad ways.â
you, sitting in the living room across the house, smiled to yourself. you and toji hadnât missed an episode of his podcast, even if megumi was often too cool to tell you exactly what he was talking about on-air.Â
this was your son, the one who swore he'd never be like you two, now waxing poetic about your love life. you had to admit, it felt like a win.
you couldn't help but chuckle as you leaned over to toji, who was sprawled on the couch, casually scrolling through his phone. âhe doesnât even realize how much he sounds like you.â
toji grinned, looking up from his phone. âi know. âm proud, honestly. the kidâs got my voice, and heâs got a knack for talking like a damn pro.â
then, someone commented, âdo they still do their anniversary dinner tradition?â
âyeah, every year without fail,â he said with a warm smile. âthey go to this little bar where they first met. same table, same drinksâŚ.itâs a whole thing. and they always make sure to bring something dragon-themed as, like, an inside joke.â
âis it true you used to help pick out those dragon anniversary gifts?â
âuh, yeah, when i was a kid, iâd help out. it started with this silly little dragon keychain i got from a claw machine. my mama loved it, and dad pretended it was the best thing ever. and now⌠itâs just something they do. last year, we found this ridiculously tacky dragon-shaped candle holder. they loved it, of course.â
he paused, watching the flood of hearts and happy emojis on the screen. âhonestly, seeing them still be so⌠them, even after all these years â itâs kinda awesome.â
as the comments continued to pour in, he couldnât help but smile. âyou know, when i was younger, i thought all of it was a little much. but now, i think⌠itâs cool. like, really cool, to have two people who just⌠get each other, and who make life fun. like, i might roll my eyes, but i wouldnât trade them for anything.â
âanyway, thatâs enough of the mushy stuff,â megumi added with a huff, trying to shake off the softness that had crept into his voice. âthe point is, theyâve been together for a decade, and they still act like theyâre in their honeymoon phase. but theyâre both ridiculous, so whatever works, right?â
one final comment caught his eye: âdo you ever think about finding a love like theirs?â
megumi laughed, leaning back in his chair. âi don't really know if Iâll ever be that kind of couple â that couple who looks at each other like it's just⌠meant to be. but honestly? i kinda hope i do. 'cause if thatâs what theyâve got, i want it too. who knows?â
there was a beat of silence before megumi sighed, clearly awkward with what heâd just said.Â
"alright, thatâs enough of the sappy stuff. letâs move on to today's topic of⌠superhero movies."
the episode cut into a new segment, but not before you could hear megumiâs voice soften again.
âbut if i do⌠you guys will be the first to hear about it. after all, i learned from the best.â
you pressed a hand to your chest, feeling an overwhelming swell of love for your son. despite all his protests, the way he spoke about you and toji just now? it was more than a little heartwarming.
âten years, huh?â toji said softly, his voice carrying that familiar warmth. âyou think weâve gotten better with age, or are we just getting more ridiculous?â
you leaned your head on his shoulder, chuckling softly. âiâd say both. weâre definitely more ridiculous. but iâm pretty sure weâre still just as in love as we were on day one.â
toji smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âi wouldnât have it any other way.â
back in the recording room, megumi wrapped up the episode with his usual quiet flair, and just as he was about to sign off, he added,Â
"to all the people listening out there â especially the ones who think i'm some kind of âemo, angsty messâ â youâre not wrong. but hey, thanks for sticking around. and shoutout to mama and dad⌠for being the real heroes of this fushiguro life.â
you heard the final click of the microphone turning off, and you couldnât help but feel your heart swell once again, knowing that your little family, in all its weird, loving chaos, was exactly where it needed to be.
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whoops my hand slipped and I banged out 1800 words of fix-it fic in like an hour. btw i think the Abby connection is dumb but I'm making it work.
Three years after reconciling with Buck, newly engaged to him, Tommy gets a phone call from a certain former dispatcher...who's just seen some interesting news via a Facebook Relationship Status post.
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(also on AO3)
To say that the phone call blindsided him would have been the understatement of the century.
He was just sitting at home watching the game, having a beer, minding his own business. Evan was on shift â must be a busy one, heâd only gotten two text messages all evening, one bitching about not having had time to eat dinner and the other about idiots who texted while driving.
His phone rang. Unknown number. Normally he wouldnât have picked up, but with all the wedding preparations, a lot of vendors were calling. It was a little late to be making business calls, just after 8 pm, but heâd quickly learned that business norms meant little in the wedding planning business. âHello?â
âTommy?â
âYes?â A womanâs voice. Familiar, but he couldnât place it.
Pause âYouâre marrying Buck??â A slightly hysterical note of disbelief entered the womanâs voice as she said the name.
And all at once, he knew who it was. Shit fuck motherfucker why didnât we get ahead of this one.
âAbby. UmâŚâ
âEvan Buckley? My ex-fiancĂŠ and my ex-boyfriend are marrying each other?â
âSmall world, huh?â he said, going for levity.
âBuckâs not even gay!â
âNo, heâs not. Heâs bisexual.â
âIâmâŚokay. Iâm sorry, itâs justâŚthis is a lot of information to get all at once.â
âHow did you even find out? Donât you live in Phoenix?â
âBuck posted one of those relationship status things on Facebook.â
âOh. I barely use Facebook.â
âMe either, but Buck does, and I hadnât been on there in awhile, but I logged on and that was like the third post I saw!â
Tommy remembered the day Buck had made the post. They hadnât really put their relationship on social media much - Buck posted photos of them on Instagram sometimes - and he hadnât done one of those stupid relationship status things for them until they got engaged. Theyâd trawled their phones for the right pic, eventually settling on one taken at a 118 barbecue of them together, smiling, arms slung around waists. He hadnât said so, but heâd gotten a little emotional over what Evan wrote on the post:
Evan Buckley is engaged to Tommy Kinard.
âItâs been a long road, but we made it. Canât wait to spend the rest of my life with this man. Heâs the best person Iâve ever known. I love you!â
âWellâŚIâm sorry that was an unpleasant surprise for you,â Tommy said, carefully.
She sighed. âI donât know that it wasâŚunpleasant. But a surprise, for sure. How do you even know Buck? How did you meet?â
âWeâre both firefighters, itâs not that surprising that we could have met, is it?â
âNo, I guess not.â
âAnd he was at my old firehouse. The one you refused to ever come to. But I guess you went when you were with him, didnât you?â
âYou never wanted me to meet your friends. I guess I found out why when you broke off our engagement.â
âIâm sorry, Abby. I know I said it then, but Iâll say it again now. I lied to myself, I lied to a lot of people. It took me almost trapping you in my lie, when you did not deserve that, to break me out of it.â
âI forgave you ages ago. We donât have to go over all that again.â
âI met EvanâŚI guess itâs four years ago? We started dating not long after. I, umâŚwas the first man he dated. I guess I made him realize some things about himself.â
âJust transforming lives everywhere you go, huh?â she said, a teasing note entering her voice. Tommy was happy to hear it.
âYeah, well, I almost screwed it up. I broke up with him six months later. He was diving in headfirst, too fast, just all in and wanting to move in with me.â
âThat sounds just like Buck.â
âI panicked and ended it before I could get in any deeper with him.â
âIt was too late, wasnât it?â
âYeah. I was already in love with him.â
âHeâs easy to love. Too easy,â she said, quietly. âBut you got back together, obviously.â
âTook a little while. Almost a year. I dated a few guys, he dated a few people, but nothing stuck for either of us - I know now itâs because we were still hung up on each other. We have a friend in common and weâd hear about each other through himâŚbut I didnât really see him until we ended up on a major incident call together. I sustained a minor injury - just a scrape, really - and Hen from his house patched me up. I was sitting there on the ambulance deck, more or less left to myself, and he came waltzing up with that eyebrow raised like he knew all my secrets.â Abby chuckled, like she knew the exact expression he was describing. âHe just said, are you done being fucking stupid yet?â
âAnd you were.â
âYep. I was. He took me home that night and weâve barely been apart since. Got engaged a year later.â
âYou sound happy.â
âI am. Iâm ecstatic. I canât believe I got a second chance with him. I kicked myself for ending it like that, I donât know what came over me.â
âI do. You thought you werenât enough for him to want to keep you.â
He nodded. âYeah.â
âThatâs dumb.â
âThatâs what he says.â
They sat there not speaking for what felt like a long time.
âWellâŚâ Abby said. âI feel like I just unloaded on you out of the blue.â
âYou kinda did,â he said, smiling.
âMaybe I shouldnât have called.â
âIâm glad you did. You knowâŚEvan and I didnât realize we had you in common until our six month anniversary dinner. In fact, it was that revelation that sort of started us on the way to breaking up for awhile. But thatâs been so long now and it hasnât come up in a few years. I almost forgot about it.â
âGee, thanks,â she said, her grin audible. âIâm glad youâre both happy. I have a lot of regret over Buck, how I left things with him. I assume heâs told you.â
âHe has. If it helps, he doesnât have any bad feelings towards you.â
âIt does help. Thank you for that.â She sighed. âIâll let you go. I just saw that Facebook post and spiralled a little bit.â
âUnderstandable.â
âPlease tell Buck I say hello. And I wish you both so much happiness, Tommy.â
âThank you. And I will.â
She hung up. Tommy stared at the phone for a moment, then opened his text message thread with Evan.
Youâre not gonna believe what just happened.
*****
When Evan got home at 7 am, they had their usual two hours to share breakfast and maybe a quick fuck before Tommy had to be on shift himself. They tried to sync their schedules so their off days coincided, but it didnât always work.
âHoly shit, why didnât we get ahead of that one?â Evan said as he burst in the door, not even bothering with âhello.â His shoes and duffel went flying and he bustled into the kitchen where Tommy was mixing the pancake batter.
âYeah, I had the same thought,â he said, leaning over to kiss him hello.
Evan went to the coffee pot. âI didnât even think about it, that she might see.â
âNeither did I.â
âHowâd she sound?â
âReally surprised at first. Incredulous, even? Like in the what-are-the-odds way.â
âKinda like when I found out weâd both dated her.â
âYeah, but youâre my himbo now,â Tommy said, smirking. âNo, she was just shocked. I gave her the quick rundown, and she ended up congratulating us.â
âDid you tell her itâs her fault we broke up for a year?â Evan said, popping a strawberry into his mouth.
âI think the proper person to bear the fault is me.â
âAnd also me. Who asks someone to move in after six months? Before even saying âI love you?â And when you had a house!â
âI say we blame Josh. He got you all juiced up with that damn Glee speech.â After theyâd reconciled, Evan had given him chapter and verse on his mind-boggling thought processes on that last fateful day.
âHe got me feeling guilty, is what he did. That I judged you for lying to Abby. Overcorrecting is one of my special gifts.â
âYes, it is.â
âWell, while Iâm overcorrectingâŚwhy donât we invite her?â
Tommy looked up. âTo our wedding?â
âSure, why not? She can flip a coin whose side she sits on,â Evan said, grinning like the mischievous imp that he was.
âEvan, darling, love of my life, we are not inviting our ex to our wedding.â
He scrunched up his face. âEw. âOurâ ex? Makes it sound like we were in a throuple.â
âEw, indeed.â
He cocked his head. âI dunno, though. The thoughtâs kinda sexy.â
âNot to me! No vaginas anywhere near my bedroom. Kinsey 6, remember?â
âOf course, my apologies.â
Tommy looked at his innocent wide-eyed face for a few beats. âYouâre still thinking about it, arenât you?â
âCan I help it if the thought of two people I have found intensely attractive doing sexy things is appealing?â
âCan I help it if the thought of Chris Hemsworth going down on you has gotten me through some lonely nights?â
âOkay, I get the point. Shutting up now.âÂ
Tommy put a plate of pancakes in front of him. âYour shift okay?â
âFine. Busy. Iâm a bit wired. Do we have time for me to bounce on your dick for a bit before you have to head out?â
âFor that, Iâll make time.â He sat down at the table at Evanâs side with his own pancakes. Evan slid a hand over and squeezed his thigh.
âMissed you, though,â he said, chewing.
âI always miss you when youâre on shift,â Tommy said.
Evan looked up at that, meeting his eyes. âTommy, sometimes I miss you when you get up to get a beer.â
The simplicity, the sincerity of it made his chest tighten a little. He leaned forward, put his fingers under Evanâs chin and pulled him into a soft kiss, just like the first time. âI love you,â he whispered.Â
âI love you, too.â
âAnd we are not inviting my ex-fiancee who is also your ex-girlfriend to our wedding.â
Evan grinned. âDeal.â
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Why is Erik taking a shower and is fully prepared to fight naked in that panel đ
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#snap chats#cant a man be a lil hostile and naked in his home ... 'his' home ... w/e ...#this is the part where i reward tag readers CONTEXT TIME#i mean. it's not crazy context but anyway#erik went for a swim and As You Do went to shower off once he was done. cant have chlorine in the hair.... gon damage his beautiful locks..#he was shavin in the shower when he hears someone come in so Naturally he assumes the worst as this is Xavier's School For Gifted Youngster#never a moment of peace not even to shower and shave ..#'whyd he go for a swim' I Dont Know he really just decides on that. maybe it was a complex way to give him a weapon#maybe they just wanted to draw him naked and in a speedo I Dont Know 2x sounds like something id do frankly#the context is pretty much isolated from the story- like it's more of a scene starter and reintroduces tom and sharon into the plot#CONTEXT: tom and sharon are Effectively erik's coworkers at the school who caught one of emma's students- empath- acting a fool on site#empath- as it may be assumed- has the ability to mess with people's emotions and so. how we say.#'had tom and sharon distract each other' for a few hours while he fucked around the mansion and more specifically#fucked with erik's emotions to make him depressed enough to give up the new mutants to emma#Hence the mansion was virtually empty bar danielle and warlock which probably didnt help make erik Less paranoid of sudden noises#hence .... razorblade combat time ... but yeah once he realizes its just tom and sharon he's like Oh Fuck The Hell Happened#and then he gets super pissed once he realizes empath kinda tricked him into giving up his kids đĽ°#god i love this issue i really do .. cant wait til next month where i can read what happens next ..#'snap you have the internet' OK AND I LIKE MY PHYSICAL MEDIA. plus i like this arc so far i want a physical of it ...#but yeah thats why eriks naked and prepared to cut someone with a razor. you can learn more in The New Mutants number 39 :]
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Abuse ~ Part 1
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Logan Howlett x Female!Reader
Word Count:Â 4,160ish
Summary:Â You are a human working at Xavier's School. You are in an abusive relationship with a guy named Josh. Logan wants to do something about it.
Warnings:Â abuse (mental, physical, emotional), rape, injuries, triggers
Notes:Â Seriously, do not read if this will trigger you. You are in charge of what you consume. This will be split into 2 parts.
You werenât a mutant, but you did work at Xavierâs School for Gifted Youngsters. Charles recruited you to teach the primary-age students. It was unusual for a human to teach at the school, but Charles had heard that you had lost your teaching job due to standing up for a mutant student and believed you were a perfect addition to the school.
It was no surprise to Charles that you quickly formed a tight bond with many of the students and the staff. And that included the brooding history teacher, Logan. Logan hadnât given you the warmest welcome, questioning Charlesâ decision to bring a human on board, but it didnât take long for you to wear him down.
Being a teacher sometimes meant working past contract hours, meaning you didnât return home to your boyfriend. You had a room at the school, next to Loganâs, that you would use on really late nights. But you did your best to get home to your boyfriend every night you reasonably could.
You and your boyfriend, Josh, had been together for four years while youâd been working at the school for a year. The two of you have been living together for three years. Josh was there when you graduated from university and started your first teaching job, cheering you on. But slowly, your cheerleader turned into your worst nightmare. It started with verbal and emotional abuse, always putting you down for every little thing. The physical abuse started when you lost your job. Josh was anti-mutants and thought it was ridiculous for you to stand up for one. He slapped you for the first time that night.
It became a regular routine that if you were home too late for Joshâs liking, you would get a stern beating. At first, you had become an expert at hiding the scratches and bruises. But as the abuse continued, it started to wear you down. Those at the mansion began to notice little things, especially the fact that you werenât as easily happy and smiley as you once were.
Logan noticed something was up almost as soon as he met you. Your smiles and laughter didnât quite reach your eyes. You were clearly fooling everyone but not him. The first few weeks of your arrival, Logan tried to observe you. You would try to make small talk with him in the hallways and in the faculty room, but he would simply grunt in response. He listened in on conversations that you had with others, quickly learning that you lived with your boyfriend Josh. He noticed that your heartbeat would quicken in a way he didnât like when you talked about Josh. It was more fear than love, making him concerned. There was also the fact that no one had ever met the man.
One night, Logan saw you still in your classroom. It was late, but he wasnât sure you realized it.
âYou spendinâ the night?â He asked, leaning against the doorway.
Your eyes snapped to the clock. âShit,â you muttered. You quickly began stuffing papers into your backpack. âItâs late.â
âToo late for the bus that you usually catch.â
âShit,â you repeated.Â
âJust stay the night. Thereâs a room next to mine that youâve barely used.â
âI canât.â You shook your head. Logan could sense your anxiety rising. âI need to go.â
âDo you think thatâsââ
âI canât stay!â
Your outburst took Logan back. âOkay⌠then need a ride?â
âNo. IâI can walk.â
Logan scoffed. âItâs a fifteen-minute drive, but that doesnât mean itâs a quick walk.â He pushed himself off the doorframe and headed for you. âLet me take you.â
âLogan, Iââ
âNo, arguments.â He grabbed your bag and swung it over his shoulder. His brows knitted together as he noticed how you tensed at his movements. âLetâs go.â
~~~
The two of you kept quiet the whole drive to your apartment. Logan could hear your heartbeat get faster and faster the closer the two of you got to your place. Your fingers anxiously tapped against your knees.
âYou alright?â Logan asked, keeping his eyes focused on the road.
âFine,â you squeaked.
âYou sure? You seem a bit anxious.â
âJust want to be home.â
Logan nodded. âHowâs, uh⌠howâs Josh?â
âHeâs⌠fineâŚâ
âGood.â Logan pulled over and parked in front of your building. âHere you go.â
âThanks, Logan.â You reached back and grabbed your backpack. âSee you in the morning.â
Logan quickly grabbed your wrist before you could slip out of the car. You tensed under his touch. âLet me know if you need me to pick you up in the morning.â
You pressed out a smile. âIâll be fine. Thanks again.â
You pulled your wrist from his light grip, shut the door, and entered the building. Logan sat there for a moment. There was something wrong, he could tell. But he didnât know you enough to force it out of you. With a sigh, he drove off.
~~~
Josh had seen Logan drop you off. He was furious, accusing you of cheating. He beat you up and, for the first time, raped you that night. You called in sick the next day.
That was months ago now. You and Logan were now dear friends, and you were careful not to anger Josh like that again. Logan had noticed that you were on edge more than normal, easily spooked, and wearing many layers despite the weather.Â
âSomethinâs wrong,â Logan muttered as he entered your classroom.
âWhat?â You questioned, pulling your gaze from the test that you had been trying to grade for the last ten minutes.
âSomethinâs wrong, and youâre not telling anyoneâtelling me.â
âIâm fine, Logan. Just tired.â
Logan scoffed. âThen youâve been tired since you started working here, and itâs been getting worse. Whatâs going on?â
âNothing.â
âThen youâre coming to the staff party tomorrow night, right?â
âI canât. Joshââ
âBring Josh. Weâd all like to meet him.â
âI canât go.â
âIf I have to go, you have to go. You know how much I hate events like these.â
âThen donât go.â
âThere you are!â Ororo exclaimed, coming into the room. âJean and I are going to go dress shopping in the morning for tomorrowâs party. You want to come?â
âI donât knowââ
âSheâd love to,â Logan replied for you.
âGreat!â Ororo replied, clapping. âJean and I will pick you up from your apartment. See you!â
You stood up angrily and began throwing things into your bag. âYou donât know what youâve done,â your voice was more shaky than your movements. âI need to go.â
âIâll drive you,â Logan offered.
âNo! Youâve done enough!â A stray tear trailed down your cheek.
âY/NâŚâ Logan reached out quickly to stop your movements, but you flinched away. Loganâs eyes went wide at your reaction.
âIâve got to go,â you hurried out of the classroom.
It took a moment for Logan to bury the anger threatening to boil over and rush after you. âY/N!â You winced at his raised voice as you continued out of the mansion and towards the bus stop. âWait!â
âLeave me alone, Logan!â You shouted after him, trying to stop the tears that wanted to escape.
âY/NââÂ
His fingers caught your elbow, trying to turn you around. As soon as Loganâs fingers touched you, you were on the ground, trying to scramble away from him. Logan froze yet again, staring down at you with wide eyes. You were now curled in on yourself, sobbing.
âPlease,â you cried. âPlease donât hurt me⌠Iâm sorry⌠Iâm sorry⌠Iâll go⌠Iâll do whatever you wantâŚâ
Logan dropped to his knees slowly so as not to scare you off. His hands clenched his fists against his legs to stop himself from reaching out for you and to try to prevent his claws from coming out. He was going to kill whoever made you like this, and he had a sneaking suspicion of who that might be. He sat there, waiting for you to calm down. Eventually, you did calm down and were horrified at what had happened. Quickly sitting up, you couldnât get yourself to look at Logan. You didn't want the pity or the anger or the concern. You grabbed your bag and stood up. Logan rushed to his feet.
âIâve got to go,â you muttered.
âNo,â Loganâs voice wasnât loud, but the tone was clear. He did not want you to leave.
âLogan⌠please let me go. Youâll only make it worse.â
âYouâre not going back there unless you can promise me that heâs not abusing you.â You closed your eyes, biting your lip as you tried to hold back the sobs. âI knew it. Youâre not going anywhere near him again.â
âItâs not your choice, Logan⌠I⌠I love him, and he loves me. Heâs just⌠going through a rough time right now, and I donât always make it better.â
Loganâs jaw clenched. âYou are not going back there.â
âI have to⌠heâs all I have.â You stepped back, causing Logan to quickly take a couple of steps closer. âLet me go, Logan. Please.â
âI canât.â
âYes, you can⌠youâve been doing it for a year now. This is no different.â
Your words hit Logan harder than he could have ever imagined. You have been going through this as long as youâve known each other, perhaps even longer. He grew angry at himself for not trusting his instinct that something was wrong sooner. You could see that Logan was tearing himself apart inside. Hoping that it would distract him enough, you ran off barely making it to the bus on time.Â
Logan broke out of his guilt spiral too late. He ran after you, but the bus was already down the road. He slowed to a stop, watching as the bus faded in the distance. His anger wanted him to race to your apartment and pull you out of whatever situation might greet you, but he knew it wasnât the best choice. He needed to talk to someoneâto people who cared about you.
~~~
âThanks for coming,â Logan mumbled, trying to keep himself together.Â
Loganâs hands were stuffed into his jeans as he tried to keep his claws in check. He was standing near one of the windows in Charlesâ office, having asked him to call everyone there. Jean, Scott, Ororo, Hank, and Charles were all seated around the office, waiting for Logan to speak up.
âY/Nâs being abused,â he came right out and said it.
âWhat?â / âNo!â
Logan immediately noticed Jean and Charles share a look. He stepped forward. âYou knew,â he growled. âYou both knew.â
âWeâd seen things in passing,â Charles sighed. âWe both have tried to talk to her about it, but Y/N would brush us off.â
âYou let her go home to that hell every day?!â
âIt was her choice. She wouldnât confirm our suspicions and didnât want any help.â
âThereâs only so much we can do if Y/N doesnât want our help,â Jean added.
âThereâs plenty we can do!â Logan countered. âWe can go over there and bring her back!â
âIt needs to be her choice, Logan,â Ororo said calmly. âWe canât force her into anything. Sheâs already living that life.â
âI canâtââ He groaned, slamming his fists down on Charlesâ desk. âI canât sit here and do nothing!â
âThatâs not what theyâre saying,â Hank spoke up.Â
âWe make sure she feels safe here,â Charles said. âWe make sure she knows that we care.â
âJean and I are going dress shopping with her in the morning,â Ororo said. âWeâll check on her there.â
âActually, I just got a message from Y/N,â Jean said. âSheâs not coming anymore but said that Josh and she will be at the party.â
âWe will not make a big deal out of it,â Charles gave Logan a warning look. âWe will welcome Josh and observe the two carefully.â
âThatâs not enough,â Logan grumbled before marching out of the room.
~~~
You had wanted to go with Jean and Ororo dress shopping, but Josh told you that it was pointless. That you had plenty of dresses that he had wasted his money on that you could wear on your ugly body. Of course, he said all this after he beat you.
You were extremely nervous as Josh drove the two of you to the mansion. He knew that you taught mutants, only okay with it because it paid well, but the others didnât know his distain for mutants. You couldnât let the nerves get to you, or there would be consequences. Josh was already upset that you were âforcingâ him to go, but you knew he was trying to stake his claim on you somehow.
Josh didnât bother to help you out of the car once he parked. He sauntered straight over to the large door and turned back with a scowl.
âStop being so slow,â he griped.Â
When you were close enough, Josh grabbed your hand, gripping it tightly as a warning, before the two of you entered. There were more people invited to this party than you thought. Looking around, you realized there were faculty members, previous graduates, and whoever they chose to bring.
âI thought you said this was a small party,â Josh said through gritted teeth. His nails threatened to draw blood from your hand.
âItâs what I was told,â you responded quietly, trying not to stutter as your anxiety grew. âI didn't know.â
âStupid bitch.â
The sound of wood splintering made you jump and face the direction of where it came from. Logan was standing near the top of the stairs, hands on the railing that was clearly crushed by his grip. You swallowed nervously as you met his angered gaze. You knew it wasnât towards you, but it still didnât ease any of your anxiety.
âLogan,â you called, trying to sound happy. âCome down and meet Josh.â
Logan grunted, stomping down the stairs. Ororo walked in at the perfect time, noticing that Loganâs eyes were set on Josh. As soon as Logan made it down the stairs, Ororo slipped her arm through his and walked up to you and Josh.
âHello, you must be Josh,â Ororo greeted. âIâm Ororo. Weâve heard so much about you.â
Josh let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to his side. âI hope all good things,â he responded, pinching your side. âAnd youâre Logan.â
âI am,â Logan replied, holding out his hand for Josh to take. Josh took it, and Logan quickly tightened his grip.Â
Ororo quickly patted Loganâs arm, signaling for him to let go before he did anything more. Josh looked around, silently judging everyone who passed.
âIâve never been around so many⌠mutants before,â Josh said, not hiding his disgust.
âWell, this is a school full of them,â Logan retorted.
âAh! Here you are!â Charles rolled up, interrupting.
You quickly introduced Josh to Charles as Ororo pulled Logan away, promising him a drink.
~~~
Josh would not let you leave his grip the entire night. He was clearly on edge, which wasnât helping your anxiety one bit. You kept finding Logan staring at the two of you from wherever he was located in the room. Though Logan was never too far. You were too busy thinking about Logan to notice Scott walking by with a drink. You stepped forward, causing Scott to trip and spill his drink all over Josh.
âOh my gosh, Iâm so sorry, man!â Scott quickly apologized.
Josh gritted his teeth as he forced a smile. âItâs fine,â he said. He gripped your wrist tightly, making you wince. âWe should go.â He began dragging you out of the party. âYou stupid bitch,â he reprimanded as soon as the two of you were outside. âYou never watch where youâre going.â
âIâm sorry, Josh!â You were already crying. âIâm sorry.â
âYou will be. Just wait until we get home.â
âWait until what, bub?â Logan was suddenly behind the two of you.
âStay out of this.â Josh pushed you into the back of the car, slamming the door.
âThatâs no way to treat a lady.â
âSheâs my lady. I decide how sheâs treated.â
Logan growled, unable to prevent his claws from slowly pushing out of his fists. You rushed out of the car and placed yourself between Logan and Josh.
âLogan, go back inside,â you urged. âJosh and I are heading home. Iâll be fine.â
âListen to the lady, wolf,â Josh taunted.
Logan stepped forward, only for you to stop him with a hand to his chest. âLogan,â you called again. His eyes snapped to yours. âGo. Iâll be fine.â
âI donât trust him,â he responded, voice tight.Â
âTrust me then. Iâll be fine⌠Iâll call you if I need anything and see you on Monday, alright?â Logan growled. âAlright?â
âFine,â Logan huffed. He stepped back, scowling at Josh, who simply smirked at him.
âLetâs go,â Josh said, pulling you back to the car. He helped you into the passenger side before driving the two of you off.
~~~
Logan couldnât sleep that night. Not when Josh could be beating the shit out of you. He didnât bother to change from the party, opting to pace his room. He was so caught in his head that he jumped when his phone began ringing.
âY/N?â He answered it.
âLâLoâLoganâŚâ your trembling voice on the other end had Loganâs feet moving faster than he could think.
âIâm here, sweetheart.â He raced down the stairs and towards the garage.
âI need help.â
âIâm coming. Iâm on my way. Are you safe?â
âHeâsâHeâs gone⌠He left to get more beerâŚâ
âIâll be right there. Donât hang up.â
ââŚOkay.â
Loganâs heart was breaking with each word you said. You sounded so broken, so helpless. He absolutely hated it. Stealing Scottâs car, Logan raced for your apartment. He had to get you out of there before Josh returned. Who knew what that man would do to you if he had found out you had called for help?
Logan was out of the car so quickly that he barely put it in park. He took multiple steps at a time to get to your door.
âSweetheart? Itâs me,â Logan said, knocking and opening the door at the same time.
The apartment was a disaster. Items laid thrown around the room, some of them broken. Logan carefully stepped in, looking around for you. He sniffed, trying to use his senses to follow you. His heart dropped as he smelled blood. He followed the scent over to the bedroom, pushing open the door fully. The room was practically destroyed as well.
âSweetheart?â Logan whispered, trying not to spook you.
âLogan?â Your broken voice sounded from the corner of the closet.Â
Logan was quick to come to you, the movements making you cower further into the corner. He held his hands up, trying to show that he meant no harm. His eyes scanned your naked form, all bloodied and bruised. Logan had to stuff down the anger that was growing for Josh. You needed to be his focus.
âYou cameâŚâ you rasped, almost like you didnât believe he would.
Just when Logan thought his heart couldnât break anymore, it did. âOf course I did. We need to get you out of here before he comes back.â He quickly slipped his jacket off and held it out to you. âPut this on.â You shakily took it, slipped into it, and zipped it up. âIâm going to carry you out of here, alright?â
âOkayâŚâ
Closing your eyes, you bit back a wince as Logan carefully picked you up. He kept you close as he hurried down the stairs. He gently set you in the car, making sure you were buckled in before driving off. Logan gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove you to the mansion.
You were still trembling when Logan pulled up to the mansion and carried you inside. Charles had warned the others of what had happened and ensured that Jean and Hank were already in the lab, ready and waiting. Logan set you down on the bed. Before he could fully pull away, you reached out and clutched onto his arm, fingers digging into his flesh.
âDonâtââ you croaked. âPlease, donât leaveâŚâ
âNot planning on it, sweetheart,â he replied. âJust need a chair, and Iâll be right back.â
~~~
âShe has a few broken ribs from tonight as well as various fractures,â Hank explained. You were on the other side of the lab, asleep, with Scott, Charles, Jean, Ororo, and Logan listening to Hank on the other. âJean and I have stitched up the cuts and bandaged whatever needed. She has bruises of various ages that we have to watch, but we put ointment on them. Y/N will need a lot of rest and patience.â
âHas she said anything?â Ororo wondered.
Jean shook her head. âNot since requesting Logan to stay,â she responded.Â
âThat is to be expected,â Charles added. âShe has spent years living in a traumatic environment. It will not be easy to break out of the habits and mindset she created to survive. She needs our care and patience the most, and we must respect her boundaries as she asks for them.â
âJean and I are willing to split her classes so that she can take all the time she needs,â Ororo said.
Loganâs eyes were locked on you, waiting for you to wake. You had requested that he not leave your side, so he needed to make sure he was right there when you woke.
âIâve already contacted a well-known therapist and asked them to stay with us for a while,â Charles informed. âI believe that it could help us all process whatever we need to.â He looked at Logan, who he knew was taking the blame on himself. âWe should let her rest.â
âIâm not leaving her side,â Logan vowed.
âI wouldnât expect anything less.â
~~~
The world felt heavy as you began to wake. But it was different, heavier than what had weighed you down the past four years. Like you were more on your own than you ever were before. It took you a moment to realize that you were in the lab under the mansion. Looking around, your eyes eventually stayed on Logan. He was in a chair next to you, passed out. His head had fallen against his shoulder with his feet perched up at the end of your bed. Loganâs position didnât look that comfortable, but you were grateful that he hadnât left your side.
âLogan,â you tried to wake the sleeping man beside you. âLogan.â
Logan suddenly snapped away. His feet fell off the bed, landing harshly on the ground. âWhat? What is it? Whatâs wrong?â He was looking around like he needed to protect you.
âSorry,â you apologized with a light laugh. âYou just looked uncomfortable.â
âOh, yeah.â He ran a hand down his face, trying to wipe the rest of the sleep from his eyes. âThe chairâs not that comfortable. But Iâd do it again.â
âYou can go to your room, Logan. Iâm fine⌠I think.â
Logan shook his head and moved his chair closer. âNot very convincing, darlinâ. Also, you asked me to stay, so Iâm staying.â
âWhy? Iâm⌠weak, and Iâm terrible, and Iâm stupidââ
âHey, hey, hey, hey, hey. None of that.â
âWhy?â Tears streamed down your face. âItâs true.â
âNone of it is true. It lies thatâthat Josh told you.â Watching for your reaction carefully, Logan took your hands in his. âYou are better than him, sweetheart. You are better than what he made you believe you are. Trust me.â
âI⌠I donât know how⌠to trust you⌠to trust myself.â
âYouâll learn.âÂ
âI⌠I donât deserve your help.â You pulled your hands from his grip and looked away.
He sighed, carefully moving to sit on the edge of your bed. âSweetheart, look at me.â It was such a gentle demand, but your head snapped to follow it. Logan immediately looked remorseful, realizing that he had caused you to do. The tears were still falling down your cheeks, causing his heart to sink. âY/N, you deserve help. You know it, thatâs why you called me.â
âMaybe I shouldnât haveââ
âYes, you should have. And you should have done it sooner⌠Y/N⌠IâŚâ He groaned, clenching his jaw and looking away. He needed to keep his emotions in check. You were what was important here, not him. âYou could have died⌠Hank said that you could have internally bled out if the hits had been a bit different. I canâtâI wonât let that happen. You are worth more than some⌠some dick who thinks owns you.â
âIâm notââ
âYes. You. Are. And weâI will spend as long as it takes to get you to believe that.â
âThat might be a long timeâŚâ
âGood thing I have forever.â
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RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME
â 08. LOSING DOGS
a/n: i can't really explain why i took so long with this chapter. possibly because of how much i don't want this series to end and we're so close. but also it's just been hard to find the inspo as of late. but thanks to a movie day with @soulores where we yearned and screamed and laughed over this man, and well me rewatching the deadpool movies 1 & 2 for wade inspo i managed to finish this. it's been a ride delving into their angst and i hope you enjoy! we're one more chapter away from the ending and from this man's happy ending.
summary: time spent apart gives logan a chance to grieve - to mourn the family he lost. it gives you the opportunity to come to terms with what loving the wolverine means. the consequences that come with the choice of betting on someone like him. after all, he's not a violent dog...he just tends to bite harder than necessary.
word count: 7k+
pairing: logan howlett x f!reader
warnings: not explicit, angst, grief, dual pov chapter sorta, wade wilson breaking the fourth wall, wade wilson therapist, laura kinney is here to stay everyone, crying, pain, emotional turmoil, ptsd, time.
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You don't sleep anymore.
This wasn't due to a lack of exhaustionâyou were always tiredâyou simply couldn't bear to withstand the dreams longer than necessary. They filled your head with their brutality. Ripped apart your psyche in such a short time frame, only to leave you split open and bleeding for the buzzards and vultures to pick at. You were surprised Wade never commented on how you resembled a walking corpse day after day.
Walking amongst the living as your soul was claimed by the dead.
Nightmares quickly became your waking reality. A piece of what Logan left behind burrowed in your chest, settling further than you could ever reach. But that remained the horrid truth. You didn't want to get rid of itâyou couldn't fathom the thought for longer than a few seconds. The remedies given by Wade, Laura, Ness, were all flimsy bandaids that you stripped off when they weren't lookingâhoping that the darkness within would eventually consume you whole.
What existed in your mindâin the very depths of your heartâwere all you had left of the man who disappeared without a trace.
Staring at the ceiling was easier. Tracing the cracks in the plaster, the worn in marks of people who lived here long before you ever would. You pretended that he lay beside youâhis body inches away from reaching for you. In search of a slice of contentment to counteract the yawning grave that threatened to bury him alive. You could play along in this delusion, create a world of your own as your vision blurred.
Maybe if you wished hard enough...it would come true.
Eventually the need for sleep won, dropping shovel after shovel of dirt. Intent on burying you six feet under in a spot that was never meant for you. Memories played on a loop, a reminder of what could never beâa fate that had been mistakenly written in the starsâ and you accepted it with a solemn heart that sang a long forgotten song.
One you never should have learned.
A creak echoed in the living room, your door left ajar in case you had to run. But the cadence of her footsteps had grown familiar to your weary ears. The drag of boots across hardwood, a shuffle here and there in her attempt to stay quiet. She hardly left your apartment anymore. Taking a spot on your couch like a guard dog you never asked to keepâa protector who took on the role her father was meant to fill.
Laura often fell asleep on the leather piece of furniture never meant to be utilized as a bed. You peeked your head out once to check if she needed anything, only to find her laying with her body faced closest to the doorâa cracked picture frame of a much older version of your Logan placed on the table beside her. Her brows were furrowed, face pinched in fear, and for the first time you understood her relationship to the Wolverine.
She shared much more than his DNA.
She was plagued by his nightmares as well.
Your heart cracked a bit further at the knowledge that she might never have another night of peace in her life. Forever taunted by a past that should have been happy.
Sighing, you turned onto your side, staring at the neon glow of your alarm clockâa polaroid of Logan propped against the lamp. Wade took it months before you got the chance to meet the man who would drastically shift the course of your life. Two days ago you found it on your pillowâa chocolate bar beside it. Wade's attempt at making you smile.
Even if all it managed to do was make you cry.
Broken wet sobs that left your body wracked with shivers, your heart numb to each emotion that might have existed before he walked away. You'd gone over their explanations in your head numerous times. Mulled over each word and soft whisper of why. Yet nothing registered but the emptinessâthe hollow ache that spilled over with grief.
No matter how often you patched it back up, he still managed to break his way back in. The reminder of his absence only served to split you down the middleârendering you incapable of anything but pain.
"I miss him too."
Your body jolted at the soft sound of her voice practically filled to the brim with melancholy. She stood in your doorway, hands limp at her side, and for the first time you saw her as who she really was. A child who lost her father not once, but twice. Wordlessly you dragged the blankets back from his side of the bed, rolling to face her as she clambered onto the mattress still clad in jeans and a t-shirt.
You offered your own pajamas a week ago in the hopes of making her more comfortable. Only for her to reveal she slept in her clothes even at the mansion.
Just in case.
"What was he like? Your father." The topic of the older Logan rarely came up for you, his memory somehow entwined with the man you fell in love with. But Laura knew him best. She'd seen him at his worst, only to watch him become the father he was always meant to be. "You don't have to talk about him if you don't want to."
She sighed, shifting around as if to shed the layer of vulnerability that scratched at her. "Angry."
You smiled. "Always?"
"No," she breathed. This breached onto territory she wasn't used to, memories she never liked to look back on, but for some unknown reason...it made you smile. So she persisted in spite of the discomfort that gnawed at her stomach. "He took care of Charles for a long time before he found me. Or well before I found him. But he had a lot to be angry about."
"I imagine." And you could.
Humans were their own enemy at times, destroying all that was good in the world. After witnessing what Fortuna went throughâwhere her path layâyou understood how people would rather villainize what they didn't understand. Logan faced it each day, the difference of being someone who slipped by unnoticed yet could never truly reveal himself.
A man that carried the grief of all he lost and persisted despite the pain.
"He would have liked you," Laura mumbled, her eyes growing heavy with sleep's desperate call.
"I don't thinkâ"
"You're like Charles." Her eyes slipped shut, body sagging into the mattress, while you were stunned into silence. "That's why."
She fell silent before the words managed to sink deep into your mindâpuncturing a spot of love that existed in spite of all this agony. A place that Logan claimed all to himself. Yet as you lay there, tracing the lines of his daughter's face with your eyes, you felt her memory merge with his. Creating a small corner of your world for her to reside inâa home in your heart.
Tucking the blanket around her shoulder, you met sleep's call with a pleased sigh. It gripped you tight, closing its arms around your steady beating heart. Unbeknownst to you as the clock struck two in the morning, a shard of your broken heart wedged itself back into place. Healing over with a jagged scar sewn together by the girl who longed for permanency in a world that offered her the bitter end of a short stick.
The girl who asked for her father and got a mother instead.
Burnt pancake batter filled your senses, burning the insides of your nostrils as you were roused from sleep to the sharp off key singing of Wade in your kitchen. The spot beside you was empty, the sheets cold, and with a ragged sigh you sat up. Rubbing the sleep from your bleary eyes. What slowly became your favorite part of the morningsâwaking up beside a man who did everything he could to keep you between warm sheetsâsuddenly shifted into a horrid dream.
You were alone. Again.
The familiar prick of tears stung your eyes faster than you would have liked. Although that might have been the pancakes.
In sluggish movements, you dragged a flannel over your t-shirt to combat the frozen chill beginning to settle in the New York air. Fall was right around the corner, leaving you with a list of things to do before the apartment was back in working order. The window still sat unfixedâplastic taped over the gaping hole per Wade's instructionsâand the radiator gave out after Fortuna's whip went through it.
"Just call me angel of the morning," Wade crooned, flipping another charred piece of bread onto a stack that began to lean four pancakes ago.
Laura watched it warily, her fingers gripped around a can of shitty soda you picked up for her two days ago. Coffee was offered as an alternative to her sugary habits; she offered to steal in case you were low on funds. You figured it was easier to appease than argue.
"Do you even know how to cook?" she muttered, taking another gulp.
"Such a ray of sunshine. It's like Logan is still here with us." Wade poured another glob of chunky batter onto your now ruined cast iron pan. "Tell me does that come from your genetics or is it a fancy power they gave you?"
She snorted, her claws coming free to stab at the pile and drag a pancake to her plate. "Genetics."
"I figured." He slid the syrup her way, the bowl in his other hand nearly tipping the batter onto the floor. "Use a fork, you alley cat. Housewives do not get paid enough to cook a fantastic meal and serve it too."
"You're not getting paid," Laura mumbled through a mouthful of food.
"Exactly." His head glanced towards the stove, eyes narrowed in mock irritation. "We should talk about that huh Feige."
A pancake slipped off the stack, hitting the counter with a heavy thud and you began to wonder if the bread was in fact what he said it was. Ever since you woke up in the mansion, Wade had been your chef morning noon and night. Each meal entirely came with Â
Laura squinted at the smoke rapidly rising to the ceiling. "Maybe you should cook them for shorter periods of time."
"Don't question my methods, I'm a pancake champion Oliver." Her face scrunched, disgust flooding across her narrowed gaze. "Oliver and Company? Orange alley cat led and taught by the smooth dog Dodger?" She shook her head. "Greatest take on Oliver Twist to exist?"
"Never heard of it."
He dropped the bowl, jabbing a finger in her face quick enough to startle you where you hid by the doorway. "I hope you're ready to have your life changed Howlett Junior by the voice of Billy Joel taking away all our worries. Right sweet angel?"
Your attempt to meld yourself into the wall proved unsuccessful when Laura turned to smile at you, trepidation rising to the surface in her eyes. They watched you with an air of indecision. After Logan left you became a ticking time bombâeach second passing quicker than either of them expectedâand one day when it was least expected...you'd explode.
Every emotion you tried to push down would shove its way to the front, rendering them unavoidable. That's what terrified you the most. It scared them tooâyou could see it hidden beneath looks of false joy and hopeful glances. They wanted you to heal, to survive this grueling time of solitude.
You simply didn't know if you had it in you to appease their worries.
Peeling away from the doorframe, you moved closer with soft unsure movements. So unlike the person from before who got over the unrelenting fear of being seen, of one day being known. He read you like a book, flipped the pages with enthusiasm and love, and you thought what resided in your own heart was enough to keep him reading. You believed he might put pen to paper and script what lay in the path of your lives spent together.
But he stopped reading weeks ago, shutting the half empty story to save you from the grief that devoured him from the inside out.
He let you remain unfinished. Perhaps that's how you were always meant to be.
"Tell me somewhere in that sexy mind of yours there's a version of Oliver and Company, cause I can't be surrounded by uncultured fiends," Wade rambled, tossing two pancakes onto a clean chipped plate he slid your way.
"I know of it," you replied. The meek echo of your voice sent a wave of shock through your systemâso different, so unrecognizable.
You wanted to be known again, to exist in the confines of someone's mind. Wade and Laura offered up theirs on a silver platterâpromising not to tarnish the fracture spirit housed in your weary body.
The burnt flavor of bread nearly made you gag, but Wade's smile forced you to swallow with a half hearted grin. "Isn't it a cartoon?"
Wade huffed. "And weâre comic book characters. What else is new?" Chewing happily on his own plate, he drowned his breakfast in a heaping wave of syrup that dripped onto your flour covered counter. "The offer to watch it today is on the table."
You swallowed thickly, nose wrinkled at the bitter flavor that stuck to the back of your throat. "Actually I'm gonna go into work today."
They froze. Unease stirring to life in the small kitchen as they regarded you with the hesitation you'd grown sick of facing. You couldn't be a recluse for the rest of your life, spending days watching movies on your couch with Wadeâsharing quiet dinners with Laura at the table that housed a vase full of decaying flowers. Things wouldn't come to a halt because a man exited your lifeâthey couldn't.
Logan left to heal.
It was time you did the same.
"I don't have much sick leave left," you began, the argument ready to leap off the tip of your tongue. "And my shift ends at six, which gives me enough time to pick up some actual dinner."
"Wolverine 2.0 goes with you," Wade repliedâthe stern lilt of his voice jarring you for a moment.
"Wadeâ"
"She goes."
There remained no room left to place your well thought out points in, no space for you to budge on his only demand. You supposed this was better than having both of them show up out of the blue. Your boss hardly let you get away with Logan showing up once or twice; two heroes would send them over the edge, eventually leading to your job being terminated.
You sighed, pushing the food around your plate for a second. "I guess she can learn something. Since she's supposed to be in school."
"You know I'm right here," she interjected, shoving the empty dish towards Wade.
"Hush. The adults are talking." He threw a wink your way, eyes glinting with a mischief that dimmed the day Logan left. The sight filled your lungs with air, hope settling at the base of your empty heart. "I'll pack the lunches."
Warmth filled the empty crevices of your bodyâsparking life into a part of you that had been vacant for weeks. "You don't have to."
"Shush. I've got to take care of my little breadwinner." He pinched your cheek hard enough to send pain flaring down your neck. "Besides I need to live up to my role as wifey or Ness will stop calling me that in bed."
Laura groaned, her eyes shutting to the sight of Wade's brash smile. "Gross."
"Ew," you replied, unable to hide the grin that cracked across your dried lips. "I didn't need to know that."
"Au contraire. If I had to hear you and Logan go at it for hours at a time. Kudos by the way it sounded like he gave phenomenal dick. You get to listen to me yap about my sex life."
Laura sped past you, vanishing into the bathroom and slamming the door shut with her boot. You couldn't blame her reaction. Hearing about her father's life drudged up pain that still existed in the back of her mind. Grief that she'd have to work through. Yet if she was anything like Logan, you'd have to face your own broken trauma in order for her to finally face hers.
"Yap?" you inquired, desperate to move on from the topic of him.
"Yeah. It's what all my fellow Gen Zâers are saying."
With brows furrowed, you bit back the swell of laughter that bubbled up your throat. "Wade you're older than me byâ"
His hand clapped over your mouth, muffling the remainder of your sentence. "Shhhh." A quick glance was thrown to the side. "Last I checked this is the Logan show. Not the Wade show. Well...not yet anyways."
"Hey Wade," you mumbled beneath a scarred palm that gripped your cheeks together. "Thank you."
For the first time all week...Wade gave you a smile that finally reached his eyes. Irises plagued with the same flicker of sadness that weighed heavy in your heart. The feeling of loss within a found familyâof things changing faster than you could process. In an instant you were back to square one, struggling to keep your head above water.
Only this time you weren't swimming these dark waters alone. This time Wade and Laura clung to you, dragging what remained to a shore of a different color. A life yet to be explored.
"Anytime angel," he whispered with a kiss to your templeâdrawing you close enough to feel his heart beneath the thin t-shirt. An organ that beat for one more person, that carved out space for his small inkling of hope.
For the family made up of two mutants, a blind woman, a sugar bear, the love of his life, and you.
The clatter of keychains echoed past the empty rows of shelves, bouncing off high ceilings decorated with yellowed lights. You caught sight of a small X-Men insignia stitched onto the side of the faded gray backpack. The stitches were frayed, the initials of L. K. H. placed right above it in sloppy angled sharpie, but the sight explained enough. Her entire life was stored within these aged pockets, in a pack held closed by a broken zipper and some faith.
"I like the Deadpool one." You watched her gloved hands toy with it for a moment, eyes glancing down the rows of darkened shelves every few moments.
Even here in the midst of silence and history, she remained on guard.
You wanted to promise a sliver of peace beyond all that she went throughâa place where nothing happened except the shuffle of books and moving of boxes. Only to realize that you'd never be able to tell her something so untrue.
She'd never be entirely safe again. That made you want to rip at the world until your hands went bloody and raw. Until there remained a guarantee that she'd be able to sleep at night, that when her father came home things would be different.
"Peter made it." She picked at the black polish on her nailsâthe bottle swiped off your vanity a week ago in the hopes you wouldn't go looking for it. "Said a member of X-Force should have the marker."
"Didn't...they all die?"
"Yeah. So it's more of a warning I guess?" She grinned, wide and bright and so carefree it tugged sharply at your heart.
You placed another stack on the cart, fiddling with the order. If you kept yourself busy you could stop thinking about him. You could shove each memory and shared moment of bliss to the back of your mind. This was your chance to find a small semblance of normalcy after so much damage, a change in the rapidly shifting path of your life. You used to enjoy shelving pieces of historyâfind contentment in the familiar pattern of routine.
Now his eyes haunted your mind. His touch was a ghost along the back of your neck. His smile was reflected to you in the face of his daughterâthe crinkles around her eyes an exact copy of his.
You were doomed to repeat history, destined to break as Fortuna did with a shattered heart and the hope that one day he might come home and find you. He'd open the apartment door set in place by his calloused hands and find you right where he left youâwaiting as time stopped and dust gathered and your heart called for a man lost in time.
"I've got to shelve these," you said, voice thick with unshed tears you swallowed down. "But feel free to pick a book okay?"
She nodded, dragging a small journal out of her packâa chewed up pen with it. "Wade gave me your lunch."
"I'll come find you in an hour?"
"I'm not going anywhere." The words were said more for your benefit than hersâa way to appease the constant flicker of unease in your mind. Perhaps this is what she lived with her whole life. The pain of yearning for someone to come back to her, to stay.
You'd be that person.
You would stay.
Smiling one last time, you pushed the cart into a row sparse with booksâthe light clicking on above your head as your footsteps echoed off the wooden floor. Your boss texted you quick instructions before she took the upstairs shift, the piles left behind for you to sort through. It seemed that classes were back in session, each book taken out regarding some form of historical information on New York.
Your eyes caught the titles while you worked. Sliding books into their proper spot and discarding the paper slotted in as a placeholder. It became a mindless task. A job of familiarity that your muscles immediately recognizedâyour arms moving of their own volition. Giving free reign to your mind that turned over information at a rapid rate.
What happens now? What would life turn into?
Now that you were back in a place that held so much of your soul you found that fitting back into the mold felt wrong. You were a human who got caught up in the affairs of mutants. It had happened before to others like you, it would certainly happen again. Yet you weren't sure you could handle the pain of being tossed into the ring with no means of protection again.
Your heart barely survived the first time.
To do it again would mean signing your name along death's dotted line. Only this time the pact would be sealed with your own blood.
A tilted stack of books slid onto their sides, grabbing hold of your attention quicker than expected. You slammed a hand against them with the hopes of saving yourself from extra work. Only for the one in your other hand to slip, hitting the cart with a thud and shoving it a foot away. Your mind went into overdriveâthe noise of metal clanging against the tall shelves reverting into the all too familiar crack of a whip.
You gasped, leaping back as if the pile burned right down to your boneâthe books toppling to the ground in rapid succession. A domino effect that would leave you crouching for a good twenty minutes to put everything back in its rightful spot.
"No," you exclaimed, your voice unwavering amidst the anxiety that filled your stomach.
Something ripped at the base of your spine, crackling through your body like a livewire. It pulled at every nerve, every tendon and muscle, until you were positive this was more than an overwhelming amount of stress. Your vision went black, a glare of light flashing behind closed eyelids, as the world went still and time rolled to a deathly halt.
Blue washed off your stiff form in rolling waves, curling around your stretched arms and down to the fingers that nearly curled around a book held in midair. A rush of cold air flooded your lungs, expanding them in your chest with a strength you'd never experienced before. As if the missing piece within your DNA finally settled into placeâa spot always meant to hold something else.
A power that flared to life with a burning wave of heat.
It welcomed you like a long lost friend. Burrowed into the broken parts of your chest with a promise to put you back together. Time trickled by as your heart started up againâbeating slowly against your ribs. Surging past each part of you that intertwined with this newfound link.
You sucked in another breath, eyes fluttering open with a flash of cerulean to see Laura struggling along the bookcase. Her face screwed up in pain, claws buried in the wooden shelves to drag herself forward. She moved an inch at a time, her cry unable to fill the vacant air as she struggled to rip you from the power that fractured your mind.
Such an inconceivable topic: time. Centuries prickled across your skin, millenniums made a home along each bone that grinded to a stop, decades offered you a life that might have ended at the age of eighty.
Infinity. Immortality. An end that rivaled Death.
Oh...what bliss.
"Yes," you relented. An answer to the question that would never be said aloud.
Another pulse of energy flowed off your shoulders, spilling across empty shelvesârattling the boxes that began to topple to the floor. If you weren't careful you'd bring destruction to a building that became your second home. But the consciousness you relied on was suddenly nowhere to be found.
"Stop!" Laura's voice struck you across the face, punching into your chest with enough blistering pain to wake up your mind to what was happening within you.
Slamming your hands against the shelves that stood on either side of you, the light of blue sputtered out, dying quick enough for you to get a hold of your body. Time fell back into place, the books you nearly dropped crashed to the floor with a loud clatter of thuds, and you collapsed. Your knees hit the floor harshly, pain coursing up your legs. Yet you could barely keep your eyes open.
"Laura," you wheezed, body sagging against the shelf.
She collapsed beside you, gathering your hands into a vice-like hold. "What happened? What the fuck was that?"
"Fortuna..."
"Is she alive? Is she here?" Her head raised, eyes scanning the vacant area for signs of your variant self.
"Sheâ" Your vision swirled with spots of black, your head fuzzy with the prick of power that wanted to consume you. "Iâ"
"We gotta get you home," she muttered, shifting her strength to lift you to your feetâbody braced heavily on her as she walked. "I'm calling a cab. Stay with me okay? Just stay awake."
The distant ring of her phone echoed in the background as she dragged you with her, a familiar muffled voice coming through the small speaker. Wade. You wanted to speak to him. Ask him what just happened. But only one person would hold the answersâonly one person would make you feel alive again. You sucked in a shaky breath, hot tears spilling down your cheeks. The image of himâhis smile, his loveâfilling your broken mind.
"I'm taking her home," Laura muttered into the line.
Her voice became a buzz in your ears. Sharp and unrelenting and inescapable. Your vision went dark, mind succumbing to the painful twisting of your gutâthe need to be anywhere else overtaking every other thought. Laura called your name, shook your shoulders, but the world faded away before you could reach out and grasp it; your body sinking beneath the depths, drowning in the soothing waves of time.
âHow did you sleep?â
âNo nightmares.â
âAre you lying to me Howlett?â
âIâm not lying,â he confessed. âI didnât really dream of anythinâ this time around.â
Your own laughter pricked at your ears. âDonât tell me. It was because of me.â
âI think it might be bub.â His touch ghosted across your skinâbreath a wash of hot air against your skin. âGuess youâre my cure. Been lookinâ for awhile.â
"Logan," you murmured, eyes fluttering open.
His smile lit up the darkness in your chestâeyes crinkled and lips parted in a sigh of love. "Yeah bub?"
"Y-You're here..."
A hand curled around the back of your neck, drawing you in close enough to make the steady beat of your heart flutter. "Where else would I be honey? I woke up with ya."
"But you've been gone." Your brows furrowed, the haze in your thoughts blocking anything other than him. "I was with Lauraâ"
He stilled. "Laura?"
"She was helping me," you mumbled, attempting to force your eyes to stay open. "At the library."
"You're just dreamin'," he chuckled.
"But I'm notâ"
Lips that haunted you in your sleep brushed across the bridge of your noseâhis fingers scratching at the base of your scalp with a hum. "You haven't met her yet honey. How could you be with her at the library?"
You wrenched your eyes open, clutching at the covers that lay over your bodies in an iron grip. "Fortunaâ"
Logan's body went still, his head rearing back to stare at you in abject horror. "How do you know her name?" he rasped. "I never told you..."
"What are you talking about?" The buzzing filled each sense, each part of your already numb body. "Wait. No. I need more time," you begged, tears rushing to the surface.
His face blurred, your name a distant call on the tip of his tongue as the waves crashed over your body. Dragging you back to a shore meant for you. Darkness swallowed you whole in an instant. Until you could barely catch your breathâthe speed of time rushing to a quick stop. Within the hold of darkness, the drifting peace of nothingness, you heard it.
The vibrant sapphire call of a woman you believed to be the enemy.
âDo better than me."
"Love him the way I couldn't.
You gasped, thrashing against the vice hold that wrenched you apart. The voice whispered soothingly in your ear, a warm compression against a heart that longed for more than this unfathomable excruciating ache.
She drew you to your feet, hands clasped around your wrists, and helped you stagger to the ocean's edge. She faced you with a mirrored smile that faded weeks agoâher eyes bright and flickering with peace.
"Do what I couldn't." Thumbs pressed into the base of your wrist. "Protect them. All of them."
A thick sob ripped from your chestâeyes blurry with tears that refused to stop. "How? I-I shouldn't be this."
"It was always meant to be you. Not me."
"W-What?"
"When Death asks for your hand. Take it. She will lead you home." The scathing brightness of sunlight burned your closed eyelids, pushing you towards something familiar. A place you knew would protect you. "Until then. Show them that time was never the enemy. We're simply their companion."
"Fortuna!" you cried, the form of her slowly dissipating back into the realm of darkness not yet meant for you. "I can't do this! I'm not supposed to be this!"
"Tell him I'm sorry."
Hands grasped at your shoulders. The cold press of metal against the bare skin of your arms jolted you awakeâlungs expanding with air that felt like home. The floral scent of your laundry soap filled your nose, the warmth of your bed dragged along your body, and the brush of hair on your neck drew you back to the present. Your eyes fluttered open, chest heaving for any amount of air you could draw in.
"Laura?"
She sighed, dropping the hold she had on your shoulders. "You did it again."
"Did it again?"
"Looks like someone got jealous of all these special powers around her," Wade teased from the doorway of your roomâa glass of water in his hand.
"What?" you croaked, suddenly aware of how raw your throat was.
He huffed, settling on the side of your bed. "You've got a bad case of the McFlys. Traveling to and fro in the timeline. Don't think the big guy upstairs will like that very much."
"God?"
"Victor."
You choked. "Who?"
"Or maybe it's Loki," he huffed. "I get that show's timeline confused. Anyways up you go. Drink this. Nurse Wade's orders."
With reluctance you downed the glass of water, Laura's watchful gaze burning into your from the chair. They moved with hesitation brimming to the surface of their eyesâa glaze of uncertainty prominent in each shift of their bodies. They were scared. Whether it was due to what you were turning into or what you could become. You couldn't be certain at this time, but the fear still lingered in the air.
Thick and bitter and so unlike the two mutants who'd become your family in the past few weeks.
"What's happening to me?" you whispered, Wade's hand reaching for yours with a placating grin.
"I've got one guess and it's dredging up memories of that fucker Francis, but dormant mutant gene." The panic in your eyes had him reaching for your other hand. "Hey look at me angel okay? I know how to handle this."
You shook your head, that unsettling twist in your gut rising to the surface. "I'm not...No. That's not possible. I would have..." You hiccuped, oxygen becoming harder to reach for as his words began to settle along your skin. "I would have known," you whispered.
"I didn't." He drew you close enough for his nose to brush your forehead. "That little surprise landed in my lap like a bad case of chlamydia. It's rare, but it happens."
"Why me?" you uttered, unable to process anything other than Laura's sharp gaze."
He sighed. "We don't get to pick and choose. Something must have triggered it."
Fortuna's hold on your jaw, the rocks scattered along the dirt digging into your back. It all came back to you. Her final words bleeding with an act of sacrificeâa promise to gift you with the curse she was unable to handle. Do better than her. Protect them better than her. Wield the ebbing and flowing of time better than her.
She awoke a part of you that had yet to come to life. A dormant section of your DNA that might have forever gone unnoticed if her powers hadn't unlocked it. She gave you everything, dropped the burden on your shoulders, because she knew something you didn't at the time.
You had peopleâa family, a loverâto keep you stable.
You had the one thing she couldn't save.
"It was always meant to be you. Not me."
Laura sat up, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. "It's time."
Wade glanced over his shoulder. "We don't know where he is Oliver."
She sneered, digging out the small phone from her vest pocket. "I do. I gave him the keys."
"Call who?" you rasped, barely able to process that you were back home somehow.
Until her eyes met yours and drew you back to the surface with a name that burned right through your heart. "Logan."
The sharp thwack of an axe against wood filled the still air. Mist clung to the area, settling over his shoulders with a wet layer of frigid condensation. He felt it weigh in his hair, sink into his flannel, and send a wave of cold familiarity through his body. A place he never thought could exist in a different universe somehow stood the test of time. The Logan that came before was somehow more like his variant self than expected.
He sighed, wiping the sweat from his foreheadâthe split open skin of his palms healing over before he could get a glimpse of them. The axe remained lodged into a mangled tree stump. Slivers and pieces of all that he chopped scattered in the clearing. He'd have to pick them up eventually, but he chose to stick with the same motion.
A piece of muscle memory he'd grown used to.
The sun began its descent beneath the thicket of trees, nightfall coming once more to a home occupied by a single person. Merely him and the stack of unread books left behind by a man who shared his taste. He yanked the flannel off his body, tossing it to the chair on his small porch, setting another log into place with a breath.
"Fuck," he muttered, cracking his neck slightly.
A mug of cold coffee sat discarded on the small table he constructed two weeks ago. A means to an end. A way to keep his racing mind busy from the pain that echoed like a bad dream in his head. He'd forgone the whiskey bottles stored in the liquor cabinet, opting for the bitter tang of the wine you preferred with your dinner.
The image of your smile kept him awake most nights. The sound of your laughter playing on a loop like a scratched record he clung to. This was his salvation. Your memory, your joy. It kept him going on days where the horrors threatened to drag him beneath the surface of the Earth.
He dug his grave long before he met you. Whether or not he crawled into it relied on one simple fact.
Though he dragged you through hellâbecame the cause of so much suffering within your lifeâyou still loved him. You were waiting for him to come home.
"Desperado," he hummed, yanking the axe out of the splintered wood. "Why don't you come to your senses."
Discarding the tool to the side, he gathered what wood might be needed for a small fire. It wouldn't have any effect on whether he stayed warm or not, but it would put him at ease after such a grueling task. Tomorrow he'd go back to work at the yardâhis measly paycheck enough to keep him fed with meals cooked in solitude.
He tossed them beside his fireplace, wiping the dirt and mud from his hands with the damp flannel. Life shifted the second Laura handed him the keys to this house on the edge of nowhere. Back to a routine he once knew so well. To a life that once offered him the facade of peace. He might have deluded himself into thinking it would happen againâthat he'd get the chance to breathe again.
But your memory clung to his soul. You refused to release him from the spell of your love.
Fortuna's memory remained at the back of his mind like a long lost friendâsomeone who once offered him a future filled to the brim with hope. And then there was you. His honey. His lover till death. You were the reason he kept himself breathing, the reason his heart continued to thrum in his chest.
You were his savior, guiding him through the grief with a warm smile and a kiss of life.
The shrill ring of his phone broke the haze of memories he found himself in. Dropping into the chair beside his bed, he unlaced his bootsâyanking the device out of the drawer on his dresser. He rarely needed it anymore. The contact he had with the rest of the world now whittled down to the people he worked with and the cashier at the small market.
With a sigh, he flipped it open in the hopes it was Wade calling to finally bug him about returning. It wouldn't be unusual. Weeks went by sluggishly, dripping like honey from the jar as he attempted to fix the broken parts of his heart.
Leaving without saying goodbye is what hurt the most. His silent kiss pressed to your cold forehead, his lingering gaze that did what he could to burn your features into his mind. He wanted you with him. Here in this small home. He wanted to hear your laughter fill up the empty spaces, the warmth of your love shining in the air with a palpable physicality that stole his breath away.
Logan ached for you.
But you didn't deserve a man riddled with demons. Certainly not the version of himself that left you behind.
Laura's name flashing across the screen set that familiar unease back in his stomach. The terror that something happened againâsomething brought you pain when he wasn't there to protect youâfilled the crevices of his heart. And with a shaky breath, he answered.
"Laura."
She interrupted him before empty pleasantries could rise to the surface. "You need to come home."
He swallowed thickly. "What happened?"
"I can't explain over the phone, but it's bad. She's not gonna cope without you here."
"What the fuck do you mean cope?" he bit out, his eyes flashing to the small framed image of you that sat proudly on his nightstand. "Is she hurt?"
"No."
He sucked in a breath, relief washing over his shoulders. "Is she okay?"
Laura hesitated. "She's...broken." The word struck him with a visceral angerâan emotion that nearly caught him off guard. "She needs you here Dad. Wade and I can only do so much and if I knew she was dormant I could have helped sooner."
Dormant.
He stiffened, fingers tightening around the phone hard enough for it to crack. "What do you mean by dormant?"
Laura sucked in a breath. "She's..." A beat of silence filled his chest with a fear he never knew could exist in this universe. "She's like us, Dad. She's like her."
Like her.
The world shifted on its axis as he sat there listening to Laura's shaky attempts to explain what occurred. How you needed him this time around. His heart rammed an unsteady beat in the confines of his chest. An echo that rang with a crippling hollow promise of loneliness. Only this time it didn't scream for himâit raged for the person he loved.
The person he left behind.
"Send her here," he said. And before his mind could comprehend the words spilling past his lips, he made a vow he failed to keepâa promise he'd fulfill until his final breath. "I'll keep her safe."
note: this is incredibly late than what i originally planned, but life has been chaotic. and to everyone in the us who are struggling, i hope you take care of yourself this week. we got this and i love you.
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Four sighed, taking a sip of his beer as he looked at the embers glowing and crackling in Timeâs fire pit. âI hate seeing people in pain and not being able to do anything about it.â
Sky glanced at his friend, wondering where that statement came from. Nobody said anything for a moment, and then Legend piped up.
âYet you chose to work in a surgical-trauma ICU where everyone is in pain all the time,â he quipped with a little playful smirk to take the edge of the sarcasm.
Warriors snickered, leaning back in his chair, beer bottle held lazily between his fingers. Sky almost laughed at the sight of it, recalling that he and Hyrule had been refilling the bottle with water after their friendâs first drink. The army nurse hadnât commented on the matter.
âOh shut up,â Four laughed as well. âI know I set myself up for this. But I⌠I wanted to help. And I wanted to do nursing that made me feel like I was thinking through puzzles and able to focus on as few patients as possible so I could really get into taking care of things. And I like the thrill of it. ButâŚâ
He trailed off a moment, looking around at the group relaxing by the fire pit. Twilight paused briefly in the act of throwing another log on the fire, glancing at Four, before finishing the action, sending sparks showering into the air briefly. Time and Malon watched Four quietly, bundled together under a plaid blanket, Malonâs head on Timeâs shoulder. Warriors perked up from his slumped position, head tilting towards the ICU nurse while Legendâs playful smile faded. Wild and Wind paused from eating their sâmores to give Four their attention while Hyrule sat up from where heâd been laying in a burrito of blankets on the grass.
Sky watched Four try to ask what he wanted, and as much as he wanted to prompt his friend he knew to wait.
âDoes it ever get better?â Four finally asked. âThe compassion fatigue. Iâve only been in nursing a short while and I can already feel it. Am⌠am I done?â
Sky bit his tongue, remembering when heâd asked Legend a similar question. But Sky had been through a war and had been flying sick, injured, and dying patients for years now. Four was still a fairly new nurse, wasnât he?
He supposed it didnât matter. Everyoneâs exposure and experience was different. Four very clearly was uneasy about this.
Warriors spoke up first, sitting up. âIt comes and goes, buddy.â
âSometimes you just have to stop and remember theyâre people,â Legend added. âWe⌠you know, when everyoneâs worst day is your workday you have to shut it off. Itâs notâŚâ
âWe have to protect ourselves,â Sky picked up for his dear friend. âWe suffer when they suffer. But if you let it get to you then you canât focus on helping them. Youâre not a bad person for doing that. ForâŚâ
Well. Were they bad people for feeling nothing when their patients were in pain?
Honestly, Sky knew there wasnât a single person in this group who felt absolutely nothing. They just redirected what they felt into something else. Dark jokes to make a bad situation funny, frustration to turn strong emotions into rambling with coworkers⌠they all felt it somehow.
But it did make it hard to remember who they were taking care of sometimes.
Sky was grateful he just flew his helicopter. He wasnât sure he could tolerate much more exposure than that, honestly.
âI donât know if it ever gets better,â Warriors finally said. âItâs kind of just something you learn to live with.â
âIâve seen nurses who have all the compassion in the world,â Twilight noted. âBut I also have no idea how they do it, honestly.â
âOh, you mean like you, Mr Biggest Bleeding Heart in the Room?â Legend remarked. âI bet youâre everyoneâs favorite CNA over there. I donât know how the hell you deal with sick kids day in and out.â
âItâs a lot easier when youâre the tech walking in and out of the room instead of the nurse responsible for that kidâs life,â Twilight argued mildly. âI mean, I do get attached and I want to take care of all of them, but Iâm also so spread out it makes encounters shorter. So like⌠I donât know, not as much burnout I guess. Except for the chronic kids.â
âWell, techs make a hell of a difference,â Four noted. âIâd be so screwed without you guys.â
âBack to the point,â Twilight frowned, waving a dismissive hand. âIâm sure even the kindest nurses have moments when they just canât let themselves get hurt anymore. Youâre not a jerk for being worn out from constantly watching people suffer.â
âWhatâs important, love, is getting out and having moments like this,â Malon piped up. âYou boys all tend to self isolate when youâre not working, and all that does is make work your entire life. Take time for yourself but go out in the world too. Weâre all here for each other. Thatâs why we had this tonight.â
Four sighed a little, glancing down at the fire. Sky elbowed him teasingly, smiling. âHey. You canât be any worse than Legend.â
The travel nurse perked up, face flushing and eyes wide with irritation as Warriors wheezed. âHEY!â
Everyone started to laugh while Legend rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air. But Sky knew it was just theatrics; after all, he and Legend had talked about this very thing a few weeks ago.
Healthcare broke people. They all knew that. But a little crack here and there could be supported, one person holding the other up. Sky wasnât sure how long any of them could last in any one area, but he knew theyâd try to make it work.
#writing#lu in healthcare#lu sky#lu warriors#lu four#lu legend#lu malon#lu twilight#The others are there but these are the ones talking#Me: I donât have time to write fluff prompts :(#Also me: *spontaneously comes up with healthcare au scenes while dragging myself to work*#Ok Iâm dipping out again bye bye#Will queue more fluff until I can get my life in order
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ಏ different kind of normal
pairing: idol!taehyun x fem!reader
genre: angst, smut â mdni! wc: 1.7k
contains: situationship, reunion sex, sub!reader, slight hint of dumbification, slight dacryphilia, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, reader is emotional and cries during sex, not a happy ending (?)
a/n: this has been sitting in the drafts since august and itâs finally seeing the light of day. cannot believe such angsty smut is happening on joocomics, tbh i donât think iâll be writing anything similar anytime soon phew it was tricky and i realised that i need my happy endings. but i wanted to try smth new, i really hope you enjoy it </3 sometimes you just need a kim taehyun to numb your emotions
You go down the familiar stairs and walk into the bar. Itâs loud, lit by the usual dim yellow-ish lights, the scent of alcohol and skin is covering every corner, wrapping around your silhouette.
Your eyes observe the place to search for him and it doesnât take long to find him - heâs sitting on your usual spot which is distanced from every other table; it feels intimate and secluded.
None of the people who visit this bar know who he is, nor do they know you, and sitting on this specific table every time you see each other only enhances the feeling you get in these moments - like you and him are the only people existing in this place and time.
âTaehyun,â you greet him at once.
You havenât said his name out loud in so long. Youâre not allowed to talk about him to anyone; not that you want to anyway, you want to keep him to yourself though it feels nice to be able to roll it off your tongue again. It feels freeing, especially in his presence.
Maybe he missed hearing his name in your voice, because his eyes smile at the sound before he even turns to face you. The letters ring nicely, like his name is something he can feel caressing his skin when youâre the one saying it.
âYouâre here.â He automatically leans forward after you sit down next to him; the usual gravitational force that always pulls you together is another thing he was anticipating to experience again.
His one arm goes over your shoulders and the sudden warmth enveloping you makes your knees weak. The truth is, they were already weak from the steps you had to take to reach your table, but now they feel like theyâre about to melt.
Being so close to him months later feels like itâs your first date all over again. You hate it and love it all at the same time.
âI just ordered your favorite,â he says and you can hear the slight note of pride in his smooth voice.
His hair is covered from a black cap which he eventually takes off before running a hand through his hair; it grabs your attention with a new color that you havenât seen him with in person before.
You point out the obvious fact about how he still remembers your order as you take a minute to observe the attractive features that make up the face you learned to love.
âOf course I do,â he simply replies, leaning in for a kiss.
The first kiss after three and a half months. It feels so exciting and electrifying, just like the very first one you had a year ago, but at the same time it feels familiar too - like youâre reminiscing on a comforting memory you havenât looked back on for a while.
His hand slides up your thigh, then travels up your hip only to sneak in discreetly beneath your shirt, sending you pleasant shockwaves. Soon enough he breaks the kiss though, careful not to bring any unnecessary attention on you.
âNext month Iâm gonna have a week off.â Taehyun speaks up after a moment of silence between the two of you. After a sip of his beer, he continues: âI was thinking that you can come visit me if you want.â
Yes⌠Yes. You do. You want to scream it out loud. But the only thing you do is breathe in, staring inside the cup of your cocktail; trying to force yourself to speak before your mind turns blank.
âYou donât need to worry about money,â he adds as he shifts his gaze to you, hopeful and anticipating of your response. âItâs all on me, baby.â
There it is - the reminder you needed before giving any answers. His money, his fame. His life thatâs so unfitting to yours. The pink balloon you found yourself in for a moment as he shared about his plan, tempting you to naively build dreams about your one week together, it pops, and brings you back to the harsh reality.
âTaeâŚâ You shake head, âno matter what we do or tell each other we canât be normal.â
Taehyunâs brows furrow at your choice of word.
Normal.
âThis has to end at some point, I donât think we should complicate things any further⌠as weâve already said before.â You exhale deeply after blurting out the things youâve been practicing on your way here. He didnât hear the sound that escaped your lips because of the music mixed with the chatter, but if he did, heâd have known that saying all of this cost you an immense amount of energy.
You donât glance at him even once, but Taehyun on the other hand canât stop staring at you like heâs in some sort of a bad dream thatâll end soon if heâs patient enough.
âRight, rightâŚâ He nods, finally able to force his eyes somewhere else. He peers down at his hands on the table that begin to tap nervously at the wooden surface, sharing almost the same rhythm as his heartbeat. âYouâre right, thatâs the wisest thing to do.â
You know it is, but hearing him agree turns out to be more painful than you expect.
For the best, this has to end soon, you remind yourself. Maybe not tonight, but tomorrow.
âI missed you,â Taehyun rises your body temperature through raspy whispers and open mouthed kisses which he scatters onto your skin almost in a rush; as if youâre going to disappear from his hands if he dares to slow down. âMissed you so fuckinâ much...â
His soft lips trace a path from your neck down to your cleavage and soon enough heâs even lower, running his tongue against your stomach before kissing that area sensually too. The slight moisture slipping from the corners of his mouth in addition to the delicate sucks makes you shudder as he simultaneously tugs on your underwear.
âMissed this sweet pussy too,â he invites his fingers into your walls effortlessly. His gaze focuses upon your lips and how they open for a silent gasp as he glides through with ease because of your already collected arousal. âDid she miss me?â
While anticipating an answer, Taehyun swirls his tongue inside his mouth before letting a string of saliva fall right onto your clit; he smears it all over your folds, provoking your thighs to open even wider for him.
âTaeââ You arch spine, emphasising your need for something more than this lingering rush thatâs growing in a pace thatâs not quite enough for how much you ache for his touch right now. âPleaseâŚâ
âI think she did.â A lustful spark shimmers in his eyes as his hand maintains its delicate motions. The movements make you moan every time his fingertips reach your sensitive bundle of nerves before slipping back down again. âSay it.â
At once he meets your eyes as his frame eventually hovers over your naked flushed body.
Your hands relax on his broad shoulders as your focus fixates on his face. Hopefully thereâs not as much pain into your eyes as there is in your heart in this moment. You donât want him to know how much exactly youâre actually hurting.
âI missed you every day,â you whisper softly as your noses touch; your mouths search for each other, thirsty for the otherâs taste even more now. When you feel his hand guiding his cock to your entrance your breathing catches, but you still manage to repeat it. âOf course, I missed you.â
The second he hears your words, Taehyun crashes his lips against your mouth. Because he cannot bare hearing this one more time or because he enjoys the sound of it too much - heâs not able to tell.
As he leads the kiss swiftly your legs wrap loosely around his hips and your warm walls immediately squeeze onto him as he quickens the pace, eager to make up for all the time you were away from each other.
âFuckââ He grunts at the growing pleasure that he reminisced about night after night before breathing out against your neck: âFinally⌠I swear to god nobody else can make me feel this way.â
His voice, husky and domineering despite his on going confessions, echoes in your fuzzy mind. Although you shouldnât, you put in all the effort you can into memorising each word he says; you hold onto it tightly as the continuous thrusts gradually turn more rigid and sharp causing your nails to sink into his shoulder blades. However, as amazing the buzzing sweet wave inside you feels, you cannot suppress the sadness thatâs about to overpower you first.
You swallow another failed attempt to fight back the bitter emotion, but you can feel it lingering everywhere - in your heart, inside your stomach, on your tongue once he slows down his hips to grip your face, and inside your throat that feels like itâs closing up.
âWhy are you crying?â
Taehyun peers into your eyes that are sparkling at him with a bittersweet emotion which he hasnât gotten used to seeing inside them. His gaze lowers to your puffy lips, trembling as they separate with hesitation.
âI⌠I donât know whatâs gotten to me, sorry,â your arms wrap tighter to pull him closer. His thumb caressing your wet cheek only makes it worse for you. âPlease, k-keep going.â
âSweetheart,â he whispers under his breath as he fulfills your wish by resuming his thrusts - more forcefully though to distract you from the sorrow, âIâll make it go away now, okay? Focus on me, baby.â
You grasp his shoulders while the delight starts to numb your mind with each intense push of his cock. The hits against your sweet spot are fast and strong enough to weaken your memory right away.
âThere you go,â Taehyunâs pants blend with your whimpers ringing beneath him as the tears on your skin begin to dry. âSuch pretty eyes, look at me, love.â
Something about seeing you cry for the first time made his heart clench, and now his mind fogs up, leaving him with only one goal - to make you cum as many times as possible so you canât think of anything for the rest of the night.
Right now, heâd erase every single thought from your brain if he knows heâs capable of doing so.
The moment he feels youâre tightening up Taehyunâs eyes open so he doesnât miss out on one flinch of yours.
âYeah, Iâm here, baby,â he murmus, trying to keep moving forward while your peak lasts, causing you to quiver beneath his frame. âLet go, baby, Iâm right here.â
Yes, heâs here, and tomorrow morning heâs still going to be here, but youâll be gone, because this time if he tries to stop you like all the previous times, youâre not going to look back.
But for now, you and Taehyun are close as youâve never been before.
! please do not repost, copy or translate my works
! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes iâve might missed
#â writing: txt#txt smut#txt hard thoughts#txt hard hours#taehyun smut#taehyun hard thoughts#tomorrow x together smut#txt x reader#txt angst#taehyun x reader
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Breaking down all the Buddie from "Confessions"
Did I write a photo review with over 5000 words dissecting the episode? Yeah, I did... Hope y'all enjoy!
Gonna ignore the first call because other than the bad mustache CGI/shots where it's not even there, there wasn't anything of substance. I wonder if they used that old call cause they had to fill up time, were short on budget, something else fell through or what happened.
So let's move to Eddie going to church. After 23 or so years he felt the need to confess his sins. But after an explanation of the crazy stuff that went down with Kim, including mentioning how Eddie lied to his son, his best friend and his girlfriend, he concluded he's not deserving of forgiveness and fled. The priest looked conflicted and that's supposed to be that.
Eddie, catholic guilt and all, went to church to confess. It's like the most desperate measure, I imagine, but desperate times... He gave the priest his name. Interesting. I got so emotional when he described Chris and talked about his optimism. Lying to Buck was pretty much at the top of the list, huh? Like, Eddie knew how bad he was behaving because their relationship's made up of truths. His talk in the kitchen with Buck was actually instrumental to him seeing how wrong all of it was. They need to be married immediately. The fact that one of the prayers (?) Eddie was meant to repent with was called "Our Fathers" was also interesting because it's coming from a priest or father but also, more obviously, Eddie's got a million daddy issues. RamĂłn traumatized him and Eddie said he traumatized Chris and Chris ended up going to Texas to live with Eddie's father.
The Buck and T date scene was super interesting for many, many reasons:
Buck thought he had the upper hand, saying he'd pay for dinner and trying to get T to guess the reason behind it.
T already knew it's their anniversary, which Buck clearly didn't expect.
T didn't just know, he actually brought Buck a gift for the occasion.
Interestingly enough, last season we learned that Buck didn't like basketball in the episode in which his jealousy and Eddie and T and him being bisexual happened.
T, after SIX months of dating the man, somehow didn't know that and gifted Buck tickets to see the Lakers.
For some odd reasons, T told Buck he didn't even have to take him to the game, "Take Eddie if you want," he suggested.
Buck looked confused but not exactly averse to that idea and asked, "really?"
And then T went, "and die" and then Buck replied, "okay, that sounds right."
Now, let's go through all that. It's their anniversary, they're out for dinner, and they apparently had a good time and then it's like they're completely out of sync. Buck wanted to pay for dinner to commemorate their anniversary, thinking T had missed it, whereas not only did T not miss it but he also bought him a present. Problem was said present wasn't something Buck actually cared for, which T seemed unaware of. The joke about taking Eddie... Why even suggest that? Was that a test? Did Buck fail it by wondering if that was really a possibility?
Then the woman interrupted the date and asked for a picture, with some unnecessary touching involved. I truly didn't get why Buck grabbed his own phone to take the pics... Was this second nature to him? A practical way to have an excuse to ask for the woman's phone number to send the pics? She wondered this and Buck denied it but there's literally no other reason to do that. T looked at the whole thing amusedly. Buck took the pics and went back to the table, expressing how weird that was.
Was that weird? I'm honestly so confused by that scene, like... people ask strangers to take their pics all the time. Yes, some of those might be an excuse to flirt but they're at a restaurant, which isn't exactly the greatest place to be trying to pick up someone. Also, Buck made it weird with the whole using his phone thing. Even if the woman was flirting, which she seemed to be, it didn't have to be made into anything. We can assume from this that Buck is uncomfortable being flirted at in front of T but he might also not feel great about feeling attracted to somebody other than his boyfriend who's right there to see it all.
Here's where it actually got weirder. T acknowledged the fact that it's okay to look and then Buck remarked that T didn't do that. T explained he's gay by saying he's a Kinsey 6. Buck, for some reasons, didn't pick on the meaning of that so T had to explain it. That's just... I call bullshit on that. Buck, recently bisexual, lover of research and internet deep dives would know ALL about it. This scene, I gotta say, felt super wonky. At points it was meant to but at others, like this one, it just... felt off. There's also the fact that Oliver and L have zero chemistry...
Anyway, back to the date. So T didn't know that Buck disliked basketball and Buck didn't know that T was gay? After SIX months of being together? What in the hell? Why were they only talking about that at this point? I don't think full disclosure or knowing your partner's history is a must at all, but considering Buck's curiosity and the fact that he was newly out, I figured all these subjects would've part of the first conversations between them. I'm not sure what to think. Was the writing completely off? Were they unable to come up with a better excuse to bring about the past partners talk and resorted to this? It's baffling. And since it's canon, whatever the reason, I found that the whole date showcased how little they actually knew about each other, which could only be a bad sign of the things to come for their relationship.
Of course, after that comment, T revealed he was engaged to a woman and called it off. Once again, the dialogue... T saying the woman went "nuts" after their break up, taking up some "himbo" half her age... Buck figured she was just trying to get over T, and then he mentioned the name of the woman. Of course it was Abby. Of course. Buck was literally having a crisis there, but the waiter showed up and asked how everything was. T, completely out of tune with what Buck was clearly trying to process, said it was "perfect." The waiter asked if he could get them anything else and T said "no, I think we're good." Buck looked so the opposite of good. Then the waiter wondered "who gets the damage" and, at last, a flawless piece of dialogue with T pointing at Buck and saying "That would be him." Buck was handed the check and the waiter told him, "whenever you're ready, no rush" and left while Buck looked like he was having a heart attack.
So, yeah, the date was a complete disaster. It's a mix between the actors not clicking, the dialogue serving the plot instead of Buck as a character (and Abby and even the show) and finally the actual plot dictating that it had to be a disaster. Honestly, the moment this bit ended, I knew they were going to be done.
Next, Buck went to dispatch to talk to Maddie. Why didn't he talk this through with Eddie, Hen and Chim? Curious... Maddie wondering how many men Abby had turned gay was hilarious. But I can't believe they didn't squeeze in the fact that Buck's bi there. They didn't do it during the date, though it was implicit, but here they had the perfect opportunity since they hadn't done it before. It would've taken a second for Buck to correct Maddie. Again, the writing this episode was all over the place, specially cause Buck looked at Maddie offended and Maddie clarified she was joking but then Buck sorta explained himself and T... anyways. Josh showed up then, and something was totally off with the actor's hair btw, I couldn't focus for a second there.
Josh eavesdropped and caught the kissing a boy part and eagerly asked if there was another boy... Buck was quick to deny that. Well, there's Eddie... Maddie and Buck explained the whole situation and Josh apparently knew her but they weren't close. And then, again, this whole thing just didn't make sense. Buck remarked that T led her on, said he loved her and then hurt her. Maddie thought Buck was afraid T would do that to Buck but Buck denied this and said, "I thought I knew him" and that he didn't think T would be capable of being dishonest and cruel.
Let me rewind for a second. Why was Buck under the impression that he knew T? Buck didn't even know T was gay... Also, didn't Buck know about T's past? He was worse than cruel to Hen and Chim... Truly, was he not told about all of that? I just, the use of the world cruel here... don't get me wrong, leading someone on is cruel but the whole being gay and repressing it part, while not excusing it, would at least explain T's actions. But the way he acted towards Chim and Hen... that had nothing to do with self-repression. It just didn't. I need someone to explain to me in detail how come Buck was deluded to think he knew T when at this point I'd be shocked to learn he knew T's last name.
Then the Josh speech happened. I wasn't happy with it at all. First of all, what's Buck loving him to do with any of it? If T was a cruel person, then Buck loving him wouldn't justify any of what he did to Abby. Buck looked super not in love as an answer, which was hilarious to me because of course he didn't love T, he didn't know the man!!! Josh backtracked from that word and asked a series of questions aimed at... gauging how much Buck cared for T? IDEK, it was all pretty ridiculous from the start. Also, first two questions made sense for Buck to answer affirmatively but T was literally such a plot device that there hadn't been a single instance in which Buck had shown that he was thinking about T or making T's concerns and happiness his own. These things, though, get positive answers in canon as far as Buddie is concerned. The future question was interesting because Buck's answer was "I could." It's never a definitive answer, it's another instance of "I guess" from the time T echoed "my attention?" when they first kissed. It's like Buck was convincing himself then. Josh took that to advice Buck to stop judging T because Buck didn't know what he was talking about.
The speech went into pre and post Glee world and all that nonsense. I truly hate a lot of things this episode chose to be. Was mentioning a Ryan Murphy show in a RM show a necessity? I don't wanna get into what Glee did or didn't do for the queer world, the point here is actually moot because T and Abby weren't a thing before Glee. Again, whatever experience with coming out T and Josh had, it had nothing to do with what Buck was asking. Buck was worried about the side of T he claimed not to know and how cruel he could be. I think the way T referred to her and the situation was also pretty awful, in the present tense. Even if one thought T was protecting himself by being with Abby, there is still room for judgement. We have Hen and Karen, in this same show, not being cruel to anyone, for one. Also, T didn't fight a single battle. He treated his coworker who was out like scum and was racist towards Chim. T wasn't an activist fighting for his life and his rights, he was just a bad person all around as far as we know. He had no scars to show. We can pretend he had an internal battle, maybe a family issue with his coming out but there's nothing to honor him for.
I cannot believe this show did that speech so awfully and pretended it was the greatest thing since Jack Shephard's "live together, die alone." Truly, they thought they had done a brilliant job and it's utter bullshit throughout.
Moving on, Eddie went to get juice... but then he changed his mind and got water instead. Who's there to witness that but Father Brian. Eddie's outside, drinking his water looking gloomy about it when Brian asked him of he could take a seat. Eddie allowed him to and for some reason, as Brian was sitting down, looked around. Brian told Eddie about being there for the first time, as if compelled, and then asked Eddie if he went there often. Eddie immediately assumed he was being hit on. Now, whether this is indicative of Eddie being hit on a lot or he just took those words as the line they sometimes can be and interpreted it that way, I hope we'll find out soon. Either way, Eddie told Brian "no offense, I'm straight." The lady doth protest... Hilariously enough, Brian's answer wasn't "me too" or "I'm not interested" but "I'm celibate". Eddie took that in and then Brian introduced himself and revealed that he knew Eddie. Eddie was processing that and the Father part, his hand still in the air.
Brian mentioned that he noticed that Eddie chose the juice initially and then got the water instead. He asked Eddie why he did that and Eddie kinda asked "decided I wanted water?" Brian posed that Eddie was punishing himself, denying himself because Eddie didn't feel worthy. Eddie sighed and, "I don't feel worty of juice?" Brian went straight (haha) to the point, "Of joy." Eddie chuckled and looked around and spoke in a low voice as he said he didn't have a lot to be joyful about because Brian was bringing up something Eddie had confessed to him in public. Eddie's well aware he's in public... Brian started listing the things that Eddie had, Chris, his parents, his job and his mustache. Eddie was kinda not happy but that last one got him laughing and blushing. He then confessed that he grew the mustache because he couldn't grow a full beard due to the LAFD. Brian concluded the mustache was a disguise and Eddie said it was something like that. Brian asked what Eddie's afraid of seeing in the mirror and Eddie said, "A failure. A man who doesn't deserve forgiveness. Or joy." Brian said that's now what go wanted for Eddie, that he'd already forgiven him. Eddie repeated that he doesn't deserve that and uncapped the bottle to take a sip of the water. Brian told him to earn it, and to stop punishing himself in the meantime. He remarked that Eddie spent his life in service and he understood that but they couldn't take care of others if they didn't take care of themselves. Eddie smiled and said he understood and Brian told him that after praying, he wanted Eddie to do something frivolous, something fun, something that expressed pure joy. Eddie told him he'd think about it.
The Eddie scenes were clearly written by someone else because they were all pretty on point. We had Eddie conflicted, and while it could just be him preferring water (the alternative is truly devastating to me so I want to believe Eddie isn't punishing himself through food), Brian decided to go with it to get Eddie to reflect about what he was doing to himself and it worked. Eddie didn't run away like he did in church but Eddie was shown to be aware of his surroundings, so the fact that he claimed to be straight with all of his chest... Why did he do that? Why did he think he was being hit on in the first place? Why was that moment necessary within this scene? Was juice really a representation of joy? Was joy a metaphor for something else? What were tptb trying to show or say here? Would a heterosexual character need to affirm himself as such? Would a repressed one? Thoughts, so many thoughts!!!!
The well emergency happened and it wasn't about Eddie, but it was interesting cause they seem to be doing Greatest Hits for some reason... Now I gotta ask, wouldn't Eddie, as a medic, know that getting the kid oxygen wouldn't work? Why was Hen explaining that to him? Honestly, the writing this episode... Buck's first idea was to dig... funny. Eddie said someone had to get down there and Bobby told him he wasn't gonna fit this time. Interesting. Bobby announced they would pull the big brother out after two minutes no matter what, specifically addressing Buck and Eddie. Interesting.
So it wasn't about Eddie because it wasn't the same Eddie. The pipe was smaller and Eddie didn't fit. But Eddie also didn't fit himself. He disguised himself with a mustache to avoid looking at his face in the mirror because he felt like a failure. He was shown in an episode entitled "Masks" at home taking down Halloween decorations all on his own. Bobby made sure that both Buck and Eddie knew the clock was ticking and they had to abide by it this time. Unlike Eddie's well, when Eddie cut the line and Hen refused to have Buck look for him because they'd end up with two cut lines. No more lines being cut? No more alternative ways to escape? Maybe I'm reading way too much but the camera did show Buck and Eddie's reaction as Bobby singled them out.
Back at the loft, T said he had a spot right out front and they should Uber to the movie so he didn't lose it. That phrasing... Buck agreed but asked to talk first. T replied positively, "we got time." Again, funny way to put it. They were both going to the movies so why was T the one who was going to lose it if they didn't get the Uber? You know who actually got an Uber with Buck recently, right? Also, "we got time".... famous last words. He'd just said they didn't have time but then said they did and, well, as it turned out, they didn't.
They sat down around the island and Buck brought up the story at the restaurant that T shared with him about how he "almost got engaged." This was odd and T corrected Buck, "I did get engaged. What I didn't do is get married." Buck said he appreciated T's honesty and that he wanted to be honest with him. T knew this spelled trouble and Buck denied it before taking out his phone and passing it over to show T pictures of Buck and Abby. T was surprised at first but then he scrolled to a pic of Buck and Abby kissing. Buck announced he was the himbo. T agreed it was crazy, after Buck put it like that, but added it was a little awkward. Buck decided to go closer and said it was like that for him as well at first, and that he should had been honest at dinner, but T asked or gathered that it had freaked him out a little. Buck said yes to this and T explained that if he had known, he wouldn't had used the word himbo because he didn't think Buck's one. Buck claimed that he was, at least before Abby, because what they had wasn't that, not for him. Buck said it was the most transformative relationship of his life until then. Buck said one of the reasons he's comfortable with T was that T's comfortable with himself. T said he wasn't always that way and Buck said he's aware and it made him admire T more. And then dropped the bomb, saying he wanted T to move in with him. WHAT?
No, really, WHAT? Buck really got deranged thoughts cause why on Earth would he ask T to move in? They clearly didn't know each other, they didn't love each other either, so explain how this made sense?? I'm hoping that it's a case of tptb purposefully having Buck spiral and go from zero to a hundred. There's also parallels between this and Eddie and Marisol, with Buck and Eddie asking their partners to move in when their relationships were clearly not at that stage.
T's reaction to Buck's words was crystal. While Buck said he was ready to take the next step and then, for entirely insane reasons, made it clear that he wasn't proposing marriage and or an engagement, though that'd be a possibility thanks to the brave people that came before like T. WHAT? Really, no, I'm so serious. I fucking cannot with this dialogue. Moving in, the suggestion, was bad enough, but bringing up marriage? Attributing the fact that they had that right thanks to people like T? SERIOUSLY? This was atrocious. I know Oliver was thinking of his bank account while delivering those lines because they were as non sensical as they could get.
"Why be apart when we can be together?" Buck finally asked. T said that's sweet but he couldn't move in. Buck wondered the why and T answered, "Because... I know how this ends." And my heart literally stopped or skipped a beat or something. I legit thought he was gonna bring up Eddie or a hint and, well, he kinda did, though not directly.
Buck asked what that meant and T explained. He mentioned Buck's qualities but then said that Buck's feelings were new and so it was all exciting and it felt like forever but he's still figuring himself out, which was good. Buck asked what he was saying and T said that no matter how bad he wanted to be, he wasn't his last but his first. Buck interjected that they could be the same but T said they usually weren't. If he were to move in, Buck wouldn't mean to but he'd end up breaking T's heart and he didn't think he could deal with that. He got up to leave, saying he should go and Buck told him to wait and asked him if he had just broken up with him, to which T replied, "yes, I guess I did. Believe me, I didn't see it coming either. Should've known that parking spot was too good to be true. I'll see you around, Buck."
At last, free! But while the beginning of the conversation was terrible, it ended on a high note. There's a lot of questions, like: according to what he said, T knew there wasn't a future between them. So I'm guessing here that after six months, they hadn't actually discussed that because Buck was clearly on a different page. T knew they weren't long term while Buck was thinking of moving together and being together for good. Make it make sense, how were these two dating not knowing anything about each other and not discussing basic relationship stuff??? T knew that Buck had to figure himself out yet he was still with him hoping it'd be casual without actually talking about it??? Yet he later claimed he didn't see a break up coming and he could see his heart being broken?
Now, my shipper heart wants to believe the between-the-lines reading of this scene had Eddie written all over. Eddie is how it'll end... And the fact that T's answer to Buck's question contained the "guess" this time around, mirroring Buck's response to "my attention"... INTERESTING. It was all a guessing game between BT, It's also the first time he called Buck by his name, which was the first and probably last because we're not gonna see him ever again. I was glad Buck asked if they were done because we all know he got confused about it with Abby... So long, T, you will not be missed. Buck's loft door opened and later on, another did...
Finally, we had Eddie. My boy. Looking at himself in the mirror and getting rid of his disguise.
And then... I literally felt so many things at once, y'all! The music, the shot... I couldn't believe it was about to happen. And then the mole made an appearance and Eddie was wearing pink and tighty whities and I swear I couldn't. I just, even rewatching to write this... I love him so much!!!!!!!!!! I was so happy to see Eddie letting go of his disguise and allowing himself to have that joy. The fact that Ryan looked like that... I was fighting for my life the whole time, NEGL.
I kept thinking Buck was going to show up midway. I was truly bracing myself for it. But the doorbell rang. Eddie looked through the peephole. Buck was there. Eddie opened the door, nodded at him and Buck gave him a beer as an answer to an unasked question and got in. Eddie closed the door and looked at the beer, at Buck and at the beer again. He made a face and then climbed the sofa. Buck was already drinking when the camera panned to him. Eddie opened his beer and drank from it. Scene.
LISTEN. I was unhinged already because they had Ryan dancing like that. But then the final scene happened and I just... I don't know how I'll survive what I hope it's to come.
Let's break that one down:
Eddie decided to follow Brian's words. Eddie didn't forgive himself but he decided to stop punishing and disguising himself in the meantime.
The way Eddie looked at himself in the mirror, both before and after he shaved off his mustache... My heart!!!
Eddie allowed himself to do something frivolous, something fun, something that expressed pure joy. The fact that he chose to dance half naked around his house... that's very babygirl of him, and I don't say this lightly.
The pink... the moves like the ones from the bachelor party... I felt crazy.
I kept waiting for Buck to show up, like my mind was half insane at what I was seeing and half insane at the possibility of Buck seeing it as well.
The doorbell rang instead.
Why didn't Buck use his keys?
It was the perfect opportunity for Eddie to put on some pants. Eddie didn't do that⌠Neither before or after looking who it was.
But, really, why didn't Buck use his keys? WHY????????
Was it to hammer the fact that Eddie was comfortable opening up his door to Buck while not wearing pants?
Was it so Eddie could see him standing on the other side of the door, mimicking Brian's view of Eddie in the confessionary? Will there be something for Buck to confess in the future? To Eddie specifically???
Buck wasn't looking at Eddie when Eddie saw him behind the door, btw...
Eddie opened his door and they looked at each other and said not a word but understood each other perfectly.
I truly hate the continuity error with the shirt collar. It's gonna hunt me forever.
Buck made himself at home while Eddie considered the beer.
Remember how Eddie's choices were water or juice? Well, what about a third secret option? BEER. Buck's beer, in fact. INTERESTING.
I went nuts and will continue to go nuts at Eddie climbing the sofa. Whose choice was that? I need to know. It was so freaking cute!!!
The camera went steady and Buck was already drinking from his bottle. Eddie, on the other hand, uncapped the bottle like he did with the water, and the shot ended as he drank the beer.
The contrast in the colors of their clothes⌠the fact that Eddie was looking to the side while Buck was looking ahead.
Was all of this symbolic of the fact that Buck already figured his sexuality out while Eddie's just starting? I'd like to think so.
Was it symbolic of Buck reaching conclusions he'd later have to confess to Eddie before Eddie arrives to those same conclusions himself? I'd also like this very much.
Now, the episode was called "Confessions" and Buck and Eddie didn't speak to each other. Not a single word. Even in that last scene, the only one in which they actually interacted, they didn't use words to communicate.
I see this lack of dialogue between Buck and Eddie in two ways:
First, it could show how good a relationship Buck and Eddie have in order to not utter a sound and still get each other completely. Regardless of all the issues I had with the writing, I can safely say that Buck and T were the complete opposite and lacked communication all around. The space and lack thereof reflected this too. Buck and Eddie know each other so well and Buck went directly to sit down on the couch, waiting for Eddie. Eddie followed right behind. BT, though... Buck stepped away from their table and the whole conflict with T's dating history started. Buck sat very far from T at the loft and only got close to be broken up with. Incredibly enough, that final shot with Buck and Eddie sitting together at Eddie's couch was the first that ever happened... Maybe that's foreshadowing something else, like couch theory related stuff? I never really spiraled about it before but I might soon.
Second, it could indicate there's something Buck and Eddie aren't saying to each other. They didn't speak to each other because they can't -- they're not ready or aware that there is something to confess. They remained silent because it isn't time yet but if they were to confess something, it would be impossible to take back. It would change everything. It will.
This is a legit insane post. When I say they're driving me nuts, I mean it and this is proof. Even though it's the longest ever, I probably forgot stuff that I might add tomorrow.
Now please share your thoughts on the episode and Buddie and everything so I don't feel alone in my madness. <3
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Safe and Sound.
P: John Marston x F!Reader
S: After a mission goes wrong, John makes sure that next time you'd better fucking listen to his instructions.
CW: Unprotected P in V, John has a breeding kink *unless you give him an actual child* and can't shut up.
WC: 2,817 words
Notes: Finally, after months of not touching this draft, I finished it!!! Photo credits: me<3
With your pace quickening by the second as you ascended the stairs, the thud of your footsteps echoed on the wooden surface like a warning to anyone standing in your way.
You tried your best to ignore the presence of the man trailing behind you, you really tried but his simmering anger practically followed you like dark smoke ready to consume you.
Each step taken, you hoped that someone else would steal his attention, that maybe Arthur would intervene or that he would simply let the matter drop but you knew damn well, that's not John Marston. Not your John.
Entering the cold room, your heart pounded in your chest erratically as you struggled to steady your breathing and seeking peace, you turned toward the window, hoping the beautiful green landscape beyond would offer a moment of tranquility from the chaos awaiting for you behind the closed door.
But before you could gather your thoughts, the calm was shattered by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching.
Your stomach churned as anxiety settled in your bones. You knew all too well what was about to unfold and sure enough, mere moments later, the door flew open with a forceful slam, jolting you from your place.
"When are you going to learn how to take orders, huh?!" John's voice boomed, cutting through the silence like a knife.
His frustration reached its peak as he shoved the door shut with such strength that the entire room seemed to tremble under the strain.
"I had them-" You began, attempting poorly to explain yourself but before you could finish your sentence, John cut you off abruptly and stepped dangerously close.
"Had them?! If it wasn't for me following you right behind, they would've blown your head off!" John's anger thundered through the room with his hands gesturing wildly in the air, emphasizing his emotions.
"I told you to take the road to Rhodes and lose them but you're so fucking stubborn that you almost brought them here!"
The words were a harsh slap, each syllable dripping with disappointment.
You felt a knot tighten in your stomach as you listened to the man before you and guilt gnawed at your bones, knowing that your actions had put not only yourself but also the man you so adore in serious danger.
''Damn you, woman! Next time, invite the bounty hunters here for a beer!"
John's frustration surged uncontrollably as he mocked your ill-conceived plan to handle six bounty hunters single-handedly, so close to camp.
Despite the impulse of your pride and ego to bite back, you couldn't deny the truth. You had indeed put everyone in jeopardy with your reckless actions.
The memory of him risking life and limb to come to your aid filled you with a deep sense of shame and since the moment you stepped into camp, you didn't look a single person in the eyes.
You had failed not only yourself but also John and the rest of the gang, the family that took you in when you had no one else in the world.
Your actions had nearly cost them dearly and the thought made your stomach churn with guilt.
For a few seconds that felt like an eternity, you stood there in silence with your gaze remaining fixed on the ground, unable to meet his eyes as you fidgeted nervously with your fingers.
The words hovered on the tip of your tongue but you couldn't bring yourself to say them, afraid that they would get choked in your throat before they could escape.
But then, with a trembling voice, you finally managed to whisper, "I'm sorry, John."
Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over as you recalled the disaster you caused.
John was clearly still lost in anger as he took his time to register your apology, his features contorted with both rage and sympathy or so it seemed.
You could see the tension in his jaw as he shook his head slowly, as if struggling to come to terms with it all.
Without warning, he grabbed you by the shoulders, his fingers pressing firmly as he pulled you close.
The apology lingering in the air seemed to snap something in him, the fury shifting to something deeper, something that made his eyes darken with intent. You knew what that look meant. Damn well.
His mouth crashed onto yours, fierce and bruising like he was trying to make up for every reckless decision in that single, heated kiss.
The roughness of his hands anchored you against him, his fingers digging into your hips as he pressed you back until your spine met the wall with a soft thud.
He didnât bother slowing down, his mouth tracing along your jaw, biting down slightly on the tender skin just beneath your ear and a shiver ran down your spine then back to your lips as he mumbled against them,
''Damn it, woman⌠donât you know Iâd die for you in a heartbeat?'' The grip of his hands tightened as the rough whisper made you whimper in response.
''I want you safe. I want you right here with me.'' His words were half desperate, half demanding, each one grounding you against him as he backed you harder against the wall.
In one swift motion, his hands slid down to grip your thighs, lifting you effortlessly until your legs wrapped around his waist.
Holding you against him, he walked the short distance to the bed and his steps sure until he nearly tumbled forward, letting you fall back onto the mattress.
The thin sunlight filtering through the window barely reached the roomâs corners but you didnât care who might hear or what they might think.
Johnâs fingers fumbled roughly at the buttons of your dress, barely controlled as he yanked and nearly tore the fabric in his urgency.
The soft material parted, falling away to reveal your bare skin and he didnât waste a second, his mouth moving to your breast with a hunger that made you gasp.
His lips closed around your nipple, sucking hard as his hand gripped your waist, holding you tight against him as though afraid you'd pull away while his stubble scraped deliciously against your skin.
The louder he groaned, the more you tugged at his raven hair, pulling his head closer to you.
He growled in response, sucking even harder, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak until it felt almost sore and still, he didnât stop, couldnât stop, whining against your skin like a man starved.
Your breath hitched, the ache building as you slid the fabric lower, down to your waist, your own impatience making you press against him, desperate for more.
A low, needy sound escaped your lips as his teeth grazed over you, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you could feel his fingers digging into your flesh.
"JohnâŚ" You managed, barely able to get the words out, "I need⌠more."
The golden light streaming in bathed Johnâs face in a perfect manner, highlighting the rugged contours and deep scars that mapped his skin like a constellation.
''Do you want me inside, girl?'' He grumbled as the sound of his thick belt hitting the floor echoed around you.
With each second, your body ached with need as you licked your lips, hands slipping beneath his shirt so your fingers could explore the hard muscles beneath.
''Please, please, pleaseâŚ'' The words tumbled from your mouth, desperate and whiney, your heart racing at the thought of losing him after everything.
''Take it out.'' John then demanded, his tone commanding as he watched you intently. ''Touch me.''
As requested, you undid his pants and slowly pulled his hardened length free, earning a low moan from his throat.
John was easy to read, all emotions visible on his face as his breath quickened with each passing moment and his skin felt hot under your fingers, the desperation in his expression deepening whilst you began to stroke him.
He lifted your skirt, shoving it up around your waist, exposing you completely.
''Try to put me inside.'' He instructed, ''This time, you better listen to me.''
John just watched you, a smirk playing on his lips, savoring the moment as your frustration bubbled over.
The way you scowled and whined his name only added to his amusement and he laughed almost mockingly, relishing in the control he held over you.
''This is a lesson, alright?'' He said, taking himself in hand and stroking it a few times, teasingly rubbing it against your throbbing core without pushing inside.
Each pass made you squirm, your hips lifting instinctively as you sought relief.
But before you could gain any traction, he pressed you back down with a possessive glint in his gaze that made your heart stop.
Then, without warning, he slammed into you, filling you completely.
Your warm walls wrapped around him, squeezing tightly as a gasp escaped your lips, the suddenness of it taking your breath away.
The initial sting was intense, causing you to wince but it was quickly overshadowed by the familiar heat of him inside you.
Arms wrapped around his back, nails digging into his flesh, you were certain you were leaving your mark on him.
John held your leg firmly against him, angling himself to sink deeper, each drive rougher than the last as he took his time to savour every desperate sound you made.
His thrusts were brutal, pushing into you with a force that made you both want to stop and continue till your body no longer answered to you, fingers clinging to him, barely able to hold on under his weight.
''You gonna keep pushing me like that?'' He muttered with a low rasp as he kept you in place. ''This is what happens when you donât listen.''
You could feel him shift, pressing himself into you as far as he could go, giving a harsh grind of his hips that made you moan his name. He smirked, relishing every shaky breath you took as you struggled to keep up with his pace.
''Just like thatâGod, John, donât stop-'' You gasped, breaking as he bottomed out, his cock hitting the perfect spot that sent a shockwave of pleasure through your body.
He let out a rough growl, hot breath brushing against your neck as he leaned in, teeth grazing your skin in a way that made your whole being tremble.
"Iâm not stoppin-" He grunted, thick with the kind of promise that left no room for argument. "Not stoppinâ till I give you my child-''
As if that promise wasn't enough, Johnâs hands slid to the back of your knees, pressing them higher until your thighs were almost pinned to your chest, opening you up completely.
He took one heated glance at where his thick shaft was buried inside you, watching as your slick warmth clung to every ridge and vein, before slamming into you again and again.
Each thrust hit that sweet spot dead-on, leaving you struggling to hold on, clenching around him as the ecstacy built with each brutal stroke.
You barely held back the cries tumbling from your lips, each sound swallowed up by his grunts as he took you deeper, the angle so perfect that it had your head spinning.
Johnâs roughened hand cupped your jaw, his thumb guiding your gaze down.
''Look here.'' He ordered with a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.
His hips pushed forward, just enough to press your bodies together again, sliding his thick length into your sensitive heat with a slow, punishing thrust.
''See how youâre takinâ me..'' The possessiveness and pride were evident in both his gaze and tone. ''How perfect we fit.''
Your eyes followed his command, catching the way your bodies connected, each push sending a slickness pooling between you both, blending in a way that had you clenching tighter around him.
''Please, John⌠right there⌠more-'' You managed with a plea as your hips lifted to meet his every thrust.
"Keep watching.'' John rasped, pulling out almost all the way before pressing deep once more and you obeyed, unable to tear your eyes away from the way he filled you, stretching you just right.
With a smirk, John loosened your grip from his shoulders, his hands both forceful and assured as he pinned your wrists above your head, holding them steady with a single rough palm.
Leaning close, his breath warmed your ear as he muttered, ''Stay right there. Donât you dare move.''
He shifted his weight, gripping the headboard tightly with his free hand and began an animalistic rhythm that not even the poorly made bed could handle.
Each plunge was deep, leaving you no choice but to surrender to every inch he claimed and the solid wood of the headboard rocked against the wall with each connection, mirroring the mounting fervor between you.
''John-'' You gasped, arching under him, hands twisting in his hold as the pleasure rose to an overwhelming edge and you needed nothing more but to touch him.
Despite your efforts, he kept you locked in place, smiling down menacingly, refusing to let you budge.
''Gonna make sure you remember exactly who you belong to-'' He declared, his gaze fixed on yours as he fucked into you harder, your bodies colliding with obscene sounds.
There was no holding back, he made sure of it, his hips ruthless and you knew without a doubt the others could hear every intimate detail from outside but John didnât care.
If anything, the possibility only fueled him, his heavy breaths mingling with your cries.
Sweat trickled down from his forehead, beads gathering at his temples to run down his jaw and a few drops fell to your bare chest, sliding over the curves of your skin to mingle with the dampness between your bodies.
''Come on, darlinâ-'' He murmured, his voice strained as he leaned in to press his lips against the shell of your ear, ''Let me feel it..''
And with those words, you let go, surrendering completely as waves of pleasure crashed through you, his grip grounding you as you reached that peak.
John followed shortly after, his head dipping to press a final, fierce kiss to your neck as he stilled, the two of you locked in that last moment of shared intensity with your bodies still entwined and breaths ragged.
The small bed creaked with each subtle shift, but there was a strange comfort in the intimacy of it. Just the two of you, wrapped in the warmth of the night.
His arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer as if trying to shield you from everything outside this little moment and his fingers moved slowly, tracing calming circles on your back, each one a silent promise that everything would be okay.
For a while, neither of you spoke. The world outside seemed so far away, and in that stillness, you found a peace you hadnât realized you were craving.
But then, the words slipped out before you could stop them. A soft sigh left your lips as you lifted your head, your eyes searching his for understanding,
"Iâm sorry, John... for all the trouble I cause. For not listening to you when I should."
His hand paused but only for a moment before it resumed its comforting circles, as if the movement was as natural as breathing.
With eyes softened, the corners of his lips pulled into a small, sweet smile.
"Itâs alright, darlin'." He murmured with a quiet rumble.
It wasnât, not really but you were safe and sound in his embrace and that was all that mattered.
Instead of answering, you leaned forward, your lips finding the familiar scar on his chest, an old bullet wound.
You pressed a soft kiss there, as if trying to heal him in your own way, to show him that you cared just as deeply for the parts of him that were broken as the parts that werenât.
John chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your hair as he tightened his hold on you.
"Donât go apologizing too much, love. Youâve got a lot of fire in you and I wouldnât want you any other way." He whispered, his fingers brushing through your locks.
"But hey, Iâll always have your back. No matter how stupid you get, you know that. And I know you'll be there for me when Iâm being just as dumb."
A teasing spark danced in your eyes as you looked up at him, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips.
"Like always, you mean. Youâre always doing something stupid, Marston." You teased, the giggle escaping your throat before you could stop it.
John smirked, his expression shifting into something playful to remind you that his stamina has no limits, especially when it comss to you. "Maybe you need another lesson on respect, huh?"
#fyi this is the chap4 swamp mansion#can you tell that he's my favourite#john marston#john marston smut#john marston x reader#john marston x you#rdr2#rdr2 smut#rdr2 x reader#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#arthur morgan smut
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i'm always a sucker for the take that Ford does love kids, he's just not the best caretaker. i mean, he's immediately delighted to learn he's an uncle in tale of two stans, and he loves spending time with Dipper and Mabel, he's just kind of dense.
i think aus where he gets to be a dad with Fiddleford are so cute. and so interesting to see how he'd handle it. people always seem to forget what a softie he can be
Oh yes! It kind of bugs me how a lot of people act like Ford is cold when he really isn't. There are lots of little examples of him being an absolute sweetheart. He talks a big game about being logical and suppressing fear etc, but he's a deeply emotional person, and that comes through in his more personal journal entries. He's not some heartless robot. He loves sharing his joy and excitement with the people close to him. He craves human connection even though he's bad at it. He gets attached to weird little creatures like Shifty, he loves his niece and nephew and is genuinely happy to meet them. Not to mention Ford loves weirdness and creativity and kids are the weirdest most creative demographic of people out there.
I don't think Ford dislikes kids at all. I think his lack of emotional intelligence and tendency to be lost in his own world makes him a questionable caretaker. Not through apathy or malice, he's just kind of bad with kids. Making him a father is really interesting for this reason because I'm confident he'd love the shit out of his kids, but learning how to respond appropriately to their needs, keep them safe, and pay attention consistently when needed, would all be things he'd struggle with.
Ford also says as much in his journal that he didn't want to settle down and "start a family". I don't think he ever saw kids of his own as part of his future nor do I think he'd ever consciously choose to have them. That said these are the words of a young Ford with grand ambitions that children would have potentially gotten in the way of. I also think the way he shuts down the idea of "starting a family" is a response to the social pressure to get straight married which is also not something he would have wanted. I mean look how well that worked out for Fidds :/
But Ford's whole character arc is about humbling himself. Learning to let go of this fantasy of some grand destiny and find joy in just living life with the people he cares about. He learns to accept the love of others and to love himself without needing to prove anything.
Pictured above, is a combination of sleep deprivation and those little moments when you're a new parent and it dawns on you yet again that suddenly you have this tiny little human who's who world depends on you. That mix of fear and awe and overwhelming love that hits you in waves and turns your brain into mush for a moment.
Nik and Newt force Ford to put someone else over himself, forcing him to reassess his priorities much sooner.
Also I know this one wasn't really an ask but I really wanted to draw something for you because it was soooooo good seeing a real ask in my inbox. I would absolutely love to answer any asks people have about this AU. I'd love to draw more of Ford, Fidds, Stan, and the twins but it gets hard to decide what to draw with so many ideas in my brain. By all means, send me asks or suggestions for drawings and I'll do my best to respond to all of them.
#ford^2#fiddauthor#ford pines#stanford pines#young ford pines#au#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#shifter twins au#papa ford au#nikola pines-mcgucket#newton pines-mcgucket#gravity falls#gravity falls au
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Can we plz have some headcanons for Cal/Andre comforting the other one after a bad day? :) đ
caldre hurt/comfort hcs!!
such a good idea bro.
when andre has had a bad day it's usually bc smth (bullying) happened at school or he got overwhelmed with emotional anger from whatever. he becomes more snappy and erratic. he has quiet panic attacks where he doesn't cry or shake or anything and all of it happens in his head. others don't notice, but cal isn't others. andre isn't happy that cal can read him like a book bc he doesn't like being emotionally vulnerable, but there is not much he can do abt that.
to comfort andre cal:
let's him angerly rant abt wtv is bothering him. he watches andre get embrassingly mad abt it, but doesn't say anything, letting andre express his emotions w out even jokingly making fun of him because andre rarely opens up anyway.
brings up the upcoming zd and how they are going to show everyone, saying how none of the shit people do to andre means anything bc andre is sm better than them. cal knows how andre views zd as sort of childlike justice and destruction, and letting him fall back on that belief makes andre feel better.
joking around w andre abt unrelated shit to wtv is bothering him. making him smile and laugh and momentarily forget abt life is smth cal is very good at.
planning smth for them to do that he knows andre would go along w without question. he will tell him, pick me up at this time, and when he's picked up he says, let's go here. he leads them to places or things that andre will enjoy.
grounding touch when andre let's him. a hand on his shoulder or back, rubbing circles into his arm or wrist, a hug that's a little awkward.
grounding touch when they cross the line into becoming more of a romantic/sexual unlabeled relationship is different tho. cal will spoon andre and put his arms around him. play with the hair on the back of his neck. kiss his neck non sexually. (nsfw warning) distract him w consensual sexual favors, like blowing him.
when cal is upset it's usually bc of his derealization and dissociation and/or desire to die, sometimes happening for no decernable reason while other times bc smth at school triggered it. he zones out and his conversations and actions are disjointed from reality. think the last scene in the car before the shooting where cal took a while to respond to anything andre said as an example.
to comfort cal, andre:
invites him to do some mindless tasks w him, like play video games. he sometimes w drive them somewhere but tell cal he needs his help w directions from a map or smth bc that keeps cal's mind in the forefront.
I think andre would be very aware of cal's emotional state all the time, even tho it's not obv. cal doesn't think andre can tell at all. andre js doesn't know what to do to help and he gets in his head about it, not wanting to make things worse bc he silently cares sm.
he learned quick that talking abt zd can make things worse for cal when he is in those states, so he avoids it.
he invites cal to stay the night at his house so he can be away from his busy family of whom he would need to mask around.
he js let's cal talk slow and dissociate, whether it's good for him of not. cal appreciates it tho bc he feels like someone is always trying to get him to be normal, so it's nice to js be.
cal likes hugs, so andre hugs him even tho he is weird abt physical affection at times.
when things have been really bad w cal for a while, andre will buy a new video game or cd for them to share together to try and cheer him up. it sometimes works.
there ya go!! if anyone wants to to elaborate on any of this lmk I'd be happy to :]
#zero day#caldre#cal gabriel#andre kriegman#zero day 2003#canon compliant#cal hcs#andre hcs#fluff hc#angst hc
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iâm sorry but i just have to add to it now, because you got my mind racing⌠i believe that he started playing quidditch as a way to earn everyoneâs approval, because he saw all the popular guys getting praise and attention for being on the team, so he thought he could use it to fit in. when he learned that while it did give him attention, it also didnât stop the judgement, he also learned that he was really good at it, so thatâs how his aggressiveness in the air started â he used his (incredibly fitting) beater position as an outlet for his pent up anger and overall emotions, the only one that didnât make him look or feel weak, but actually made him feel powerful đ
today i started thinking about mattheo riddle in his first year of hogwarts, trying to be outgoing and make friends as a little 11-year-old kid, but being pushed aside and left all alone because of the rumors he had yet to understand.
^^ imagine this little sweetheart looking around all confused when he walks up to people, asking to be friends, only to be left with all the kids his age outcasting him and looking at him like they're afraid. he'd just be hearing the whispers and seeing the eyes on him & wondering what it was that he did wrong đ
(right now, i'm really fighting the urge to push aside all my requests and make a long ass list of headcanons about his life during his younger years and all the things that shaped him into who he is when he's older)
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