#i wish the families these dolls came from would even just give me a sliver of how they were handled

[that-plague-doctor]

Tears in my eyes thinking about how i'll never know the stories that are attached to my second hand dolls. I'll never know how much a child loved and cared for my Ann and Andy from the 60's. I'll never know if my singular Andy ever had a sister. I'll never know how my little scarecrow got so sun faded. I'll never know how much a child loved a Clawdeen so much her arms are missing. It tugs at my heart just thinking about these concepts and I'll never stop.

[martiniblues]

i’d give up forever to touch you ; 이민형

pairing idol!mark x female!reader

synopsis while mark is away on tour, you find yourself looking back at old memories of you two. you have grown used to spending these moments alone while mark is gone, but little do you know he is doing the same thing miles and miles away.

genre established relationship, light angst, fluff, reader uses she!her pronouns, nicknames used for reader (pretty girl, baby) and mark (baby, pretty boy).

wc 1.8k

song : iris by the goo goo dolls

the sheets wrinkled beneath your shifting body. nearly silent crinkles filled the empty void within your room. slivers of light from the moon fell onto your restless figure, highlighting your messy hair and stretched-out shirt. you had gotten into bed at eleven; it was now three, and not a single ounce of your body felt tired.

thoughts ran wild in your brain, causing every other part of your body to feel more than alive. it’s not like this is the first time he’s had to go. with comebacks, schedules, and shows, mark was constantly on the go. most of the time, there would be two to three days in a row where the only place you would see mark was through the screen of your phone.

one time he had to be gone for a week while preparing for a new album, and looking back now, you wish you hadn’t been so dramatic. a week felt like a breeze compared to the treacherous months you were now facing without mark. not only was he physically not here with you in bed, your head rested on his chest, or vice versa, he also hadn’t texted or called all day.

at the beginning, you two constantly kept in touch, sending random photos or messages about how much you missed each other. but now with a dramatic time zone, texts fell further and further apart, which then turned into silence. you missed him more than words could explain; the t-shirt that hugged your body relived some of your sorrow, reminding you of how he had thrown it off the night before he left. giving in, you grabbed your phone from its spot next to you and opened your camera roll, clicking on your favorited photos.

some were of friends and family, but the majority were of you and mark. silly mirror photos taken when putting on face masks and spur of the moment selfies reflected back onto your face, causing your eyes to sting. maybe if it hadn’t been for the overflowing emotion you felt, the tears could be blamed on your brightness being too high, but it took no genius to know the reason. videos from picnics under sunny skies and tipsy late night games echoed in your room and settled right into your heart. silent tears continued to spill down your flushed cheeks, going unnoticed due to your full attention being on your boyfriend. you continued to scroll, stopping on a distinct image. the photo had been taken a little over a year ago.

the two of you sat on the edge of the sidewalk outside of your apartment complex. mark had a full day of schedules, giving him only the dark hours of the night to slip by your place and see you before he had to get up and do it all over again. his exhaustion quickly converted to energy after being in your arms as he stepped into your place. "dude… you’re like a human portable charger." his words were muffled due to being pressed into your neck, before he pulled back to look at you with wide eyes. "can we go for a walk?" he practically begged before lacing your fingers together and pulling you out into the chilly nighttime atmosphere.

"honestly…" you began while the two of you stepped in sync, hands still interlocked and swinging between your bodies. mark made a little hum as his head quickly turned at the sound of your voice. "i was expecting you to pass out when you came over." a breathy laugh left your lips as he continued to swing your hands. "what can i say? it’s just what you do to me, dude." the cheesy words made you both break out into giggles, never once disconnecting your hands. even when he began to wander off, your body just followed his smoothly, like it was second nature.

at this moment though, you stopped. "oh, mark you really know how to make a girl swoon, dude." your unexpected stop made him turn around as your hands became disconnected. at the sudden loss of contact, he quickly made his way back to you, as if you were miles away and not just a few steps. "baby you know i mean it as a term of endearment. i don’t just call anyone dude." his fingers made their way to your face and threaded a few careless strands behind your ear. his hand continued to slowly make its way down your neck and arm, finally re-entwining your fingers as they once were.

your body, which was once cold due to the dropping temperatures, instantly grew hot at his loving gesture. "so haechan, jisung, jeno, and practically all of your friends are on the same level as me?" you teased, tilting your head to the side and peering at your boyfriend through squinted eyes. "no dude- i mean, baby, of course not. hey, i don’t call anyone else pretty girl except you. right, pretty girl?" if there’s one thing you and mark were good at, it was getting each other flustered, and while he tended to express his a lot more than you, this nickname was one of the few gestures you couldn’t pull a poker face at.

feeling your cheeks instantly redden, you dropped your head and stared at the concrete beneath you. even with your eyes glued to the ground, you could practically see the smirk pulling at mark’s lips. "i got you good, huh?" he continued, causing your cheeks to deepen in color. using his free hand, he cupped your face so you could look right at him. "pretty girl," he teased breathlessly once more before pulling you towards him. as your lips slotted between his, you couldn’t stop the smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth. mark couldn’t hold back either, as you could clearly feel his cheek bunch up under your palm. "you finally got some game, huh, pretty boy," you joked, finally pulling back from his firm hold.

just as you did moments before, mark’s ears and cheeks instantly flushed at the new nickname. "dude stop," he whined, turning away and walking further down the street as he sulked. "oh, shut up, you big baby." you quickly got up behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso to stop his movement. mark titled his head over his shoulder to look back at you.

he could have sworn right there in that very moment that he fell in love with you. the look you had in your eyes like you held everything he ever needed within two small irises, and your hands burning straight through the thin fabric of his shirt and imprinting right into his bones. it’s not like this was the first time love came to mind. he was in love with you and had been for a long time, but in this exact moment, he found himself losing all sense of control and completely falling into you and your entire being.

his chest tightened at the memory. the afternoon sunlight covered his skin, warming him up even more than he already was. his shoulders slumped and his lips pouted ever so slightly as he scrolled through the countless candid photos he had of you. he had been stuck on a specific one for quite some time. from none other than that very night.

the two of you had paused your walk and decided to sit under a street lamp. small white flowers bloomed onto the patch of grass next to you. remembering the habit you had as a kid, you began to braid each flower with another to create a crown. maybe it was the focused expression on your face or the way the light from above you both seemed to settle around you like a halo, but mark swore if he didn’t capture you that very instant that he would regret it for the rest of his life. noticing his movements from the corner of your eye, you swiftly turned your head to catch him in the act.

his thumb pressed down on the screen, causing the photo to turn into a short clip. you had pulled an exaggerated smile at his phone before the both of you broke into a laugh, flowers still in hand. the sound of your laughter was enough to pull a small one out of him at that moment. still sitting in the bed, he reached over and grabbed his headphones from the bedside table. he knew, or rather, he thought, that you would be fast asleep during this time.

every single day had become harder and harder, even if it meant he was closer and closer to seeing you again. if it were up to him, he would book a one-way flight straight to you, even if he could only see you for a day. hell, he could buy you a ticket and fly you to him in no time, but with school and work, he did not want to stress you out even more than you already were. it’s selfish; he knows it, but he wishes you would let him be greedy and keep you by his side the whole tour.

clicking shuffle on his playlist, iris by the goo goo dolls began to drift into his ears. it’s like some higher being knew exactly how he felt and queued the song on purpose. shifting to lay flat on his back, mark stared at the ceiling and pictured that you were there with him, hand in hand, listening to this song together.

your body grew hotter the more you held back your own emotions. yanking the covers off, you situated yourself on your back and gazed upward. not being able to look anywhere else. he was all around you. from picture frames on your dresser to discarded sweatshirts on your floor, everything reminded you of him. but for mark, the only part of you he had was on his phone, and with that, you were still light years away.

a single tear sprouting from the corner of your eye, quickly lead a trail past your lips and down your neck. little did you know that mark too had a tear pool down his cheek in that exact same moment. picking up his phone and opening your texts, he quickly sent you a message.

[one audio] made me think of you and how badly i miss you man. it’s true “i’d give up forever to touch you” right now pretty girl. sleep well for me if you aren’t already. call me when you wake up no matter what time it is. i need to hear your voice. im deprived hehe :)) i love you lots and lots baby. talk to you so soon <333

© martiniblues | do not copy or translate my work!

note i got a tad bit carried away with this oops. but iris has been stuck in my head for days now and i also have been into more angsty reads recently so BOOM here’s this. i know it’s prob not my best work lol but i just wanted to get something out and hopefully get some feedback. if you made it this far thank you so much for reading!!

read part two here!

[sebstanseabass]

Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 15

WARNING: Mature scenes ahead!!! ;)

A/N: Future u, i hope ur ok

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The moonlight glimmered among the stars in the now pitch-black skies, fighting off against the bright lights hanging from above the tent. Bucky's digression to topics regarding his real family (or lack thereof, I think) never wore off, clearly avoiding talking about, dare you say, "the real stuff." But the classic "favorites" section of a date was indeed a delight. You had already covered favorite films (his was The Truman Show, while yours was Forrest Gump; but you also talked about other films that you both shared a liking to — Pulp Fiction, Me, Myself & Irene, Dead Poets Society, The Godfather, the Harry Potter series, Inception, and of course, any films that star the legendary Tom Hanks), favorite music to listen to (you both loved vintage rock and roll), and so much more favorites and would you rather and what ifs and if you weres. But you mostly talked about films — an in-depth discourse on their themes, writing, and cinematography (things you never thought you'd be able to talk about with anyone).

"Have you ever thought about shooting films?" Bucky asked.

You were now lying down on the blanket-covered ground, bodies upside down-like: your forehead aligned with his chin, and his chin aligned with your forehead, as if characters from The Fault In Our Stars.

"I did." You replied. "But I wanted to focus more on photography."

"Why?"

You turned your head, your breath fanning the side of his face. "There's something about the stillness of moving things, of people around me, beautiful people that strikes me as fascinating."

He hummed, closing his eyes. He was saying something, about how art, in all kinds of medium, connected people from all walks of life, how the beauty of it all can be different to each, and how he wished he could make one of his own: to give life to a canvas, to freeze a moment in time, to put his thoughts in pen and paper, and to embody a character different from his. At some point, you could feel him peeling down all his layers but then he stopped talking.

You respected the silence between you and took your sweet time studying his face. The wrinkles on his forehead looked like ridges of sand, ridges people would like to walk on for days, ridges that held untold stories of — perhaps — heartache, failure, and pain. His closed eyelids looked like a sleeping moon, gleaming. Almost touching his cheeks were his long, curved eyelashes. Then, my eyes trailed down to his nose, dotted with freckles, his nostrils releasing small puffs of air; then down to his mouth, slightly agape, and then down to the stubbles on the sides of his face. There was a small scar, almost concealed by where his beard started to grow.

You turned your body sideways, tracing the scar with your finger.

Bucky's body tensed under your touch.

"What happened to this fella?" You whispered, tracing the small scar.

He soon let himself relax, opening his eyes. "Car accident." He replied. "But I don't remember much of it. I don't know where it happened, or how it happened or if I hit something or worse, someone. But Tony told me he took care of everything. I haven't been behind the wheel since then. I fear history will repeat itself."

Then, you remembered all the times you've been in a vehicle with Bucky. Not once was he driving. "How old were you?"

"Nineteen? Twenty? I really don't know." He sighed, closing his eyes once again. It was the first time Bucky told you something so real — a fear, something personal, something close to home. "Hey, y/n?"

"Yes, Bucky?"

"Can you kiss it and make it feel better?"

You giggled, poking the scar. "You've got to be kidding me."

He pouted, his eyes still closed. "Please?"

You sighed, feigning exasperation. "Fine." You planted a soft kiss on the scar, your lower lip catching the rough edges of his beard.

"I'm still not feeling better."

"Oh Bucky, you are such a child." You laughed, giving it another kiss, and then another, and then another and then another, until rough edges turned into the soft textures of his lips. With lips entangled in an unusual position, you brought myself onto your knees, and positioned yourself on top of him — knees on each side of his hips, crotch pressed against his, hands on his jaws, lips on his lips, tongue inside of his mouth.

His hands found your neck, then up your jaws, cupping your face and pulling it closer to his. He then started to rake the roots of your hair, tugging it lightly, making a moan escape your lips. You felt one corner of his mouth turn a bit upward at the sound. He tugged your hair tighter and harder until your lips left his with your head pulled backwards, leaving your bare neck exposed.

Without any hesitation, his mouth moved onto neck. Gratified by the series of moans coming out of your mouth, he sucked deeper into your skin, biting every inch of your neck, making sure to leave damn marks. On impulse, you moved your hips against his, grinding his clothed crotch. Bucky groaned against your skin, his hot breath fanning your neck. You could feel your own wetness in between your thighs as you moved your hips more, Bucky's bulge growing under you getting bigger and bigger. The sensation left you breathless.

And you needed more.

You broke away from his grasp, returning the favor. You kissed him on the lips and moved your way towards his earlobes in which Bucky very much liked; so much that he thrusted his hips upwards, slamming loud onto yours.

"Oh, fuck." You moaned, moving your way towards his neck.

Bucky's hands immediately flew under your shirt. His cold hands making contact with your skin, sending you shivers.

"Wait." He said, pulling away from you. "Is this okay? Are you okay with this?"

You giggled and nodded, kissing him on the mouth to give him permission.

He cut the kiss short. "I'm sorry, but we live in a litigious society so I'm gonna need a verbal reply from you, especially that you're years younger than me."

You chuckled. "Yes, Mr. Barnes. You have my full consent."

He smirked. "Keep calling me that and I'll give you my full consent."

"Shut up already, Mr. Barnes."

He lifted the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, revealing a cotton white bra.

You bit your lip. "If you'd told me about the date, I would've worn a much better one."

"I don't mind." He breathed, sitting up. "I like white on you." He traced the lining of the bra with his finger, together with his eyes. He licked his lower lip before planting a kiss between your breasts. "So pure. Innocent."

"Innocent is not the word to describe me." You smirked. "Remember what I told you before?"

"Hmm, I seem to have forgotten." He teased. "What was it again?"

"I'm a devil on the sheets, Bucky."

"Then show it to me, doll." He purred.

As soon as those words left his mouth, all the worries and fear you talked about with Nat all washed away. And like always, she was again, right.

It was exactly like riding a bicycle.

And you were ready to be in control, in control of a man your senior, and to unleash something inside you you've never seen in quite a while.

You grabbed Bucky's face and kissed him on the mouth while pulling his shirt over his head. Every inch of his naked sculpted upper body glistened under the lights, like dewy grass under the sun.

You kissed his collarbones, shoulders, and chest. Before you could even move on to his tummy, a strong force came, flipping your body, your back hitting the blanket-covered ground.

"But not before I show it to you first." He growled, reaching something from above. He closed the front of the tent, pulling something from above. Within a second, the lights above went dim. The only light you now had was the moonlight.

You liked it this way. Darkness made you feel safe — but it was the kind of darkness with a sliver of light and Bucky was it. The inside of the tent grew hotter, making your body sweat, or perhaps it was just the sexual heat between you and Bucky as Bucky removed your pants, as well as his, leaving you in just your undergarments.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing up against him, making him feel that you were already dripping for him, that you wanted him.

He moaned inside your mouth as you grinded against each other. His teeth pulled your bra down. With your bare chest exposed, you usually had the instinct to cover them up because they were small for people's taste but you didn't do that with Bucky. He admired them with his eyes, and admired them more with his lips wrapped around your nipples, pulling each of them softly. He then left fluttered kisses on your breasts before moving down to your belly, kissing every curve, every wave fold there ever was, and every stretch mark he came across upon.

His mouth stopped right on the folds of your lower belly, his fingers making their way on your wet cotton panties. His lips went back to yours while his fingers were circling all around you, clothed, making you wetter each second. Then, he slipped your panties aside, taking no time at all in inserting a finger inside.

A moan escaped your lips, opening your mouth more, giving access to Bucky's tongue. With another finger slipping inside, you bit Bucky's lower lip, pulled it away from him. He watched you gasp for air, listened to each moan, and felt you deep inside as he continued to thrust his fingers in you.

"You're quite tight, doll." He said. "I'm going for another to ease you up, okay?"

You nodded then whimpered as soon as a third finger made its way inside. Because you were, in his own words, quite tight, Bucky had a bit of a difficult time moving inside. He pulled away after a few moments, giving you time to catch your breath. He folded your knees, and held your legs in place using his veiny hands. He left a trail of soft kisses on your inner thighs, his teeth grazing on your skin every once in a while. You watched him inched forward, nearing your core. You watched him take delight in each mark he imprinted.

He hooked his thumbs on your panties and slowly slid them down your legs. On his knees, he ravished your body with his eyes, then your face. He leaned down, kissing you

"Beautiful." He mumbled in the kiss.

He soon devoured your pussy, his tongue moving up and down your folds, his upper lip nibbling your clit. You closed your yes, threw your head back and raked his hair with your fingers, guiding his mouth deeper. With his mouth still exploring every bit of you, he inserted two fingers inside. You whimpered at the sensation of both his tongue flicking your clit, and his fingers fucking you.

You moaned louder, arching your back, rolling your eyes at the back of your head. You badly wanted to see him, to watch him greedily eat you but his mouth and fingers felt so good that you couldn't even keep your eyes open. The more you tried to, the faster his mouth and fingers moved. It made your legs tremble under his touch, your thighs pressing closer and closer to his ears, which he didn't like as he kept spreading your legs wider with his other hand.

"Bu-Bucky, please." You gasped. "I'm gonna cum."

"No. Not yet."

With that, he released his mouth and fingers, leaving you suspended in ecstasy. You opened your eyes, seeing Bucky on top of you, his face studying you. Then, he brought his fingers — the same ones that were just inside you — to his mouth, licking them. Now, you really did wish you could've kept your eyes open the whole time.

"You taste good, doll." He said, giving you his fingers.

You opened your mouth and reached for his fingers, sliding up and down, the taste of you sitting on your tongue. You could feel Bucky weaken above you as you continued to suck his fingers. Your right hand moved to his boxers, stroking his clothed hard-on. His eyelids quivered for a moment, losing touch of his dominance. You kissed his fingers one last time and flipped him over, not wasting any damn time taking his boxers off.

He sprung up in front of you. He was big (the biggest you've encountered), and was throbbing under your touch. He was hot, and a little bit wet. You looked at him while you pumped him slowly, then kissed him, returning the pleasure. A breath escaped his mouth as your pace went faster, and faster. His body became weaker under you, his lips agape, surrendering to submission, to your dominance.

Bucky felt so fragile underneath you, not being able to regain the control he once had. He wanted this. He wanted you to show him how much of a devil you were.

You pulled away from his mouth and moved lower on his body, his large, throbbing dick between your eyes. You kissed the top, making his legs quiver. You soon took him in — all of him, which made Bucky grab your head, pull your hair, and guide you all the way. You looked at him as you worked him all the way up, then down, then up and down: his mouth was kept open, a series of moans coming out, and at the same time, gasping for air; instead of eyes closed, his eyes were wide open, looking at the unlit lights above him.

Usually, giving head to people wasn't at all satisfying to you. What would it give you, anyway? It was either forced, or just because they told you to suck them. But with Bucky, you didn't even hesitate on doing so. It wasn't an itch you were trying to scratch away. It was on impulse, an instinct, a desire you wanted. And seeing Bucky in this state gave you so much pleasure.

So much.

Bucky let out the loudest moan, sitting up straight, his chest heaving, trying to catch his breath.

"I need you." He rasped. "Now."

You nodded, satisfied with what you received on his end. You straddled him, grinded on his bare dick, and glazed it with your wetness. He groaned, guiding your hips with his one hand, the other on the ground, keeping himself straight up.

"Don't worry. I'm on the pill." you whispered.

"I thought it's been over a year since you — "

"It's for acne, dumbass." You chuckled. "You can cum inside me if you want. You have my full consent."

"Good."

You held onto his broad shoulders as you lowered myself onto him and within a second, you felt his tip inside.

You bit your lip as you inched yourself lower. With his whole inside you, you leaned your forehead on his shoulder, and let out a small whimper.

"Are you okay?" He whispered in your ear. You nodded and placed a kiss on his neck, reassuring him.

You moved your body up and down, biting your lip to keep small cries from coming out, but soon enough, you were taking in pleasure within pain until all there was was pleasure.

Sweet, sweet pleasure.

You bounced on top of him faster, — god, he felt so big and so good in you — skin slapping on skin, echoing against the thin sheets, with his lips on yours, then on your neck, then on your breasts; his hands on your jaw, on your neck, your breasts (sometimes, together with his lips), on the small of your back, on your hips, then on your ass.

"Oh god, you feel so fucking good." Bucky said, kissing your skin as you kept on bouncing on top of him. "But it's my turn, babydoll."

You moaned at the nickname, making your body frail to move and then the next thing you knew, you were flipped over, with Bucky on his knees, thrusting faster, then deeper as he inched forward, your chests pressed together. Your fingers clawed on his back, his hot breath on your neck, your breath on his ear where he could hear you moaning his name.

"That's right." He whispered, kissing your neck. "Say my name."

You wrapped your legs around his waist (a kind of intimacy you had never done before), and with it, pulled him closer, deeper, giving you an astounding pleasure, making your whole body tremble under him, getting you higher and higher on staggering ecstasy, and sending you over your edge.

You cried out his name one last time, feeling your white juices come on his dick, mixed with his inside you.

"My god," he whispered, "I think I could never get enough of you."

"You just read my mind, Mr. Barnes."

"Hey, I feel a whole lot better now." He winked.

You chuckled.

You caught each others' breaths, kissing one last time before he removed himself from you, and laid down beside you where he wrapped his arms and legs around you, your head on his chest. You weren't the one to cuddle but at that moment, your body, frail and vulnerable, gave in. You didn't want to fight it, anyway. You were both surrounded with each others' pool of sweat but it didn't matter.

You were bathing in bliss.

In this bliss he had given you.

"You're not gonna kick me out the next morning, are you?" You asked, half-joking, scared that you'd be in the same position as that of the woman from before.

"No, doll." He replied, "you have my word," then kissed your forehead.

Bucky pulled you closer, his chin on top of your head. You listened to his heartbeat slow down every five seconds, giving you a rhythm you soon fell asleep to.

[softdadcarlos]

Reunion 2: The Inbetween

Masterlist

Fandom: Resident Evil/Biohazard

Pairing: Jill/Carlos

AU: Family Life

Summary: Set after Chris tells Carlos and before Jill’s return, we see how Carlos struggles as a single father while dealing with his grief. 

Carlos rested his head against the door after he showed Chris out, letting loose a long shaky breath. She was gone. She wouldn’t be coming back. At least not anytime soon because Carlos refused to accept she was dead until he saw a body. And they did not have one. So, for the sake of their baby girl, he couldn’t doubt her will to live and drive to come back home. A part of him blamed himself, he let her go on that mission to find that fucking Spencer guy. He let her go and lost her for it. After a blissful two years of just them and their daughter, he lost her. A larger part of him blamed the B.S.A.A for sending out teams of two because of course with such tiny squads someone was going to go to an extreme to save their teammate. He didn’t blame Chris at all, just by looking at the man Carlos could see the guilt weighing him down.

He pushed himself away from the door and made his way up to Eliza’s room. He had placed her in her playpen there with large soft toys after inviting Chris in. She might have only been two but she was smart enough to understand what is being said around her. Hell, she was starting to string together sentences in three different languages. He slowly pushed open the door, not making a sound, and stood there watching her as she played. For now, she was all he had of Jill other than pictures, clothes, an empty side of the bed and a lifeless office. He watched as she brushed the hair out of her doll’s face.

“Mucho mejor (much better)! You pwetty dolly.”

How was he meant to tell her that Mama wouldn’t be coming back? That it’d just be her and Papa for a while until Uncle Chris finds her? He covered his face with one hand and took a deep breath. He had to be strong for her. He can save his tears once he put her to sleep. Jesus Christ he knew he wouldn’t be getting any sleep for god knows how long.

Eliza must have heard him as she whipped around to face him, “Papa! Where Unc’ Cwis and Mama?”

Carlos swallowed the lump in his throat, he needed to think fast. Looking around her room for inspiration, he spotted her chibi moon bedsheets. That’s it!

Carlos lifted her out of the pen and bounced her slightly like he used to do to soothe her when she was a newborn, “Remember when Usagi got captured by Prince Demande and Tuxedo mask and the sailor scouts had to save her?” Eliza nodded, her thumb in her mouth, “Well when Mama and Uncle Chris were on a mission, Mama got taken by a bad man when she was trying to save Uncle Chris from them. So now Uncle Chris is going to find and rescue her.”

Eliza dropped her thumb with a gasp, “Mama got captured! No no! Es no bueno!”

He felt powerless as Eliza’s bottom lip quivered, fat tears rolling down her chubby freckled cheeks. He tried his best to wipe her tears away one-handed before giving up and just cradling her against him, letting her cry.

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The first couple of months were hard. It was difficult to get used to Jill not being there. He was at a loss at what to do. Especially when Barry informed him that the B.S.A.A were holding a funeral for Jill. They didn’t even have her body and they were already putting her name six-feet in the dirt. It made him feel sick. He refused to go. Instead, Barry, Rebecca, Claire, Leon and Sherry came over offering their support and understanding. Carlos was very much thankful for that. He was thankful that at least they didn’t act like she was already dead. Sherry volunteered to help him around the house and with Eliza but he rejected the idea. He and Eliza didn’t need a replacement, they would make do until their family was whole again.

One thing he had taken to from the very first night was talking to a picture of Jill, the only one that was just of her. She was never fond of having her picture taken, especially alone. He would just talk about how he felt, how much he missed her, what he did that day and how Eliza was doing. Which led to him having the brainwave of writing a diary that recorded Eliza day by day so Jill wouldn’t have missed a thing. He could already feel her guilt over missing Eliza’s little moments in his soul.

Jill’s birthday came and went and Carlos’ heart ached for it. It ached for their daughter who placed an illegible handmade birthday card by their wedding picture, as if her mother would magically appear like Santa Claus on Christmas day. That night he put her to sleep on Jill’s side before heading downstairs to let the other former S.T.A.R.S members and their friends in. They all shared a drink in her memory while sharing stories about her, just to feel close to her. This gave him another idea. He didn’t want Jill to fade from Eliza’s memory while she was gone. So that night he decided that he would tell her stories of Jill every night and show her pictures from the family photo album during the day.

Their first Christmas without her hurt. And with Eliza’s arising mischievousness, he was hopeless at hiding presents from her. He couldn’t help but think that if Jill was there, she would’ve known where to hide the presents from their daughter’s prying eyes. But he was thankful that it wasn’t just him and Eliza. Thankful that Barry came over with his family baring gifts and a Santa costume. Then Claire and Leon with decorations and desserts as well as an announcement that Eliza would have a ‘cousin’ soon. Carlos felt a pang in his chest. Jill would’ve loved to have been there to hear it, to congratulate them as they had her. It was loud and joyous like Christmas with family should be, but Carlos couldn’t shake the emptiness he felt.

When his birthday came, he found he missed the smell of burnt toast as Jill would try and fail to make him some form of breakfast. He missed walking into the kitchen and hugging her from behind as he teased her mercilessly. He missed her stoney mask and watching it crumble into that radiant smile reserved only for him and later Eliza too. His only solace was the sleeping child starfishing and snoring loud enough to wake someone from a coma. He smiled down at her, biting his lip to hold back tears so that she wouldn’t see them if he accidentally woke her. He noticed her hair had grown so much in the last six months and her third birthday was fast approaching. He hoped that Chris would find Jill before then.

It was their wedding anniversary before he knew it. And as much as he hated to be apart from Eliza, he let Barry take her for the day. He needed this day to grieve without being interrupted. To let himself wade through the pool of sorrow in his heart and try to drown it with expensive wine he had saved for this day to share with Jill. What would she think if she walked through the door and saw him in that state? His hair in desperate need of a cut, his beard scruffy and overgrown. Would she tenderly trace the discoloured skin under his eyes and kiss him better? He wished. He wished she was there so he could give her the gift he still bought with the tiny sliver of hope that she’d be back by now.

Leading up to Eliza’s birthday Carlos watched lots of video tutorials on a new-ish website called Youtube. Learning how to style hair because someone in this family had to know how to do their daughter’s hair and in the time he was with Jill, he never witnessed her styling her own hair. He didn’t want Eliza to be upset on her day, so on the morning of her third birthday, Carlos woke her to breakfast in bed - pancakes. And once she had scoffed them all down, he sat her on his lap, combing through her hair and making quick work to put it up in a plaited bun. He helped her to pick an outfit to wear for the day, choosing khaki shorts and a Saint Seiya tshirt. ‘Granpa’ Barry, as Eliza had taken to calling him, came over with a gift but couldn’t stay long. Claire came over with Sherry, she was heavily pregnant and let Eliza feel the baby kick. She said Leon couldn’t be there because he got sent out on a mission but he was on his way back. Carlos felt an ounce of jealousy that Claire knew her partner was safe and sound then immediately felt bad for it. While Sherry and Claire kept Eliza’s attention in the living room, Carlos went into the kitchen to bake the birthday cake.

Far too soon it was a year since Jill’s disappearance. Chris tried to send him monthly updates on his progress in trying to find her but sometimes he couldn’t. Sometimes he just had nothing to report. This was one of those times.

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Match up! (◠‿◠✿)

hiya!! can i pls get a matchup for ikesen, if its ok? 💞

bi girl i prefer guys! ambiverted intp, gryffindor, n true neutral. i have an older twin sis n i love/hate her sm lmao!!

i have medium-length straight-ish black hair (w/ a side bang to the right) & dark brown eyes!! im 5'5-ish, fun fact: im a filipina!

sooo im a complex daydreamer!! i NEED attention/affirmation or ill feel unwanted/sad. emotional scorpio, im quite sensitive. anxiety, i overthink too much! quiet w/ people im not close w/. easily annoyed but guilty after ‘cause im soft-hearted. im like half funny/playful/kind & half deep/mature/awkward- hopeless romantic! i have a way w/ words, sorta poetic? i wanna be the best! sorta socially anxious, i have a fear of judgement. im not innocent but ppl think i am at first. i look fine but deep down im a big mess. rlly smart & knowledgable. vv passionate, big nerd actually! im like a kid w/ my twin but w/ others im more mature. im the type to do fun stuff and loosen up but would also just cuddle and have long convos. im vv good w/ technology! very imaginative, i come up with stories a lot- around others im very quiet because i literally have no idea what to say. actually a big history fanatic, hehe. i act confident but im not rlly, actually vv insecure and i regret a lot of things.

a habit of mine is that i tend to drift away and just… think? i also tend to care a lot abt my appearance! i get competative but there are also times when im just chill. i get vv embarrassed when i lose control tho n i regret it sm :(( i have loads of trouble asking for help even if i like to help others a lot! i like being organised but i tend to be… chaotic.

hsjsh- fun fact: there are times where im just,, super hyper n say the weirdest things? im good in school but,, im lazy yknow- i love math (surprisingly, i got a natural talent?), science (esp abt stars n space), history, and english (actually my 2nd languange but im very fluent) the most. bilingual but im also learnin french! wanna learn latin too tho but id break down- i have the fear of the unknown, failure, n loneliness! im scared of the future cause its beyond human ability to know,, the only guys ive rlly talked to r family members so my awkwardness goes 100x hsjsjs

oh, i rlly love affection, but i need a lot of space too, tho! girls gotta have privacy- games r a hUge part of my life, so is technology and the modern era! i actually like sports too- not very good at em tho :((

some likes: gaming, jokes (esp corny/stupid/puns), space, stars, weapons (esp swords/guns), philosophy, psychology, testing myself, affection, animals, doing exhilirating things, music, movies, books, writing, astrology, astronomy, learning new things, & mythology.

some dislikes: too much heat, school presentations, creepy dolls, being under pressure, dirty things, blind faith, & annoying people.

tysm! omg i hope this isnt too long- i think this is too long?? yIkes i hope that this is ok!! love ur writing btw! stay safe 💞

Hi hi love! thank you so much for the request! You sound like a wonderful person and omw it soooo cool that you have a twin! I actually think she sent in a request right after you did lol! Anyways sorry for making you wait sooooo long and i hope you enjoy it! @x-joie-x

 So i match you with...................... Mitsuhide

The first time you meet this sneki boy, you were quiet and reserved. War council had just ended and you were named as a princess of the Oda forces. You were super socially awkward, and anxiety was slowly starting to creep in, as the curious warlords started to surround you. It wasn’t until Mitsuhide had pulled you away in a teasing manner to save you from the crowd that you finally started to calm down. He had noticed this new little mouse had been on edge since arriving. However, he didn’t suspect you of being an assassin or spy as, during the whole council, your hands shook, and you could barely speak up against Nobunaga’s demanding and commanding tones. 

Mitsuhide had found you incredibly amusing from the first moment you walked in, you caught this foxes eye. He didn’t know if it was the innocence or naïve purity that just seemed to radiate from you, but for some reason when he was looking at you, he found that he simply couldn’t look away.

It took all of one day for all the warlords to officially drop all suspicions of you. You were just such a sweetheart how could they not instantly love you and feel the need to protect you. You had started helping a few of the maids that first morning after you were named princess. You didn’t want to be a freeloader, so you worked hard to earn your keep and soon, the maids were fighting over who would get to work with you cause all of then just loved and adored you so much. 

You got annoyed with Hideyoshi when he first found you helping the maids, as he was 100% started micromanaging you. You lost you cool and raised your voice at him, TBH Hideyoshi didn’t think anything of it, but it wasn’t until you had pitched up at his manor an hour later to apologize for being so rude to him that he realized what a sweet and sensitive person you truly were. Of course from that moment onward you had gained yourself a big doting brother.

All the Oda forces agreed that you were too sweet and naïve for your own good, so Mitsuhude was assigned to give you princess lesson to prepare you for your new life as Oda princess. You were super excited when Mitsuhide had told you that he was going to teach you a variety topics such as economics, politics, history and self-defence. You even managed to impress the sneki boy, by getting all the questions correct on the first test he had handed you. You had found that first test incredibly easy as you were a bit of a history buff, and all the questions had been based on Nobunaga’s history. This low key shook the sliver kitsune a little bit, as this proved that not only were you pure and naive but you were also super smart. You kind of reminded him a little bit of Mitsunari, a cleaver professor with their head in the clouds. 

Mitushide praised you for your ability to pick up on concepts quickly and work diligently as a student, “I dare say little one, you are the best student a teacher could ask for.” You spend masses amount of time with sneki boi, and through that time you realized just how sweet Mitsuhide truly was, although he was a massive tease leaving you a blushy mess almost every day after lessons with his teasing comments. And naturally, the more time Mitsuhide had spent with you, the more in love he fell. It was also noted by the fellow warlords that, Mitsuhide always wore a soft gentle expression when it came to you, and in your experience he had been a kind gentle patient teacher. SO naturally you found yourself more and more drawn to this mysterious man.

Through all the time spent with the kitsune, you found yourself opening up more and more. He was one of the few people that got to see your playful side. You now would make the puniest, corniest jokes he has ever heard, leaving this kitsune in a fit of laughter mid-way through a lecture. Not only that, but he loved loved loved your competitiveness side. 

This side of you slowly started to surface after the 3rd or 4th self-defence lesson when you started challenging the kitsune to rematches whenever he would pin you down, ultimately beating you in your little makeshift sword fight. Boy oh boy, don’t even get me started on the shooting lessons, once you were able to fire the rifle, you were straight-up challenging this boy, the best marksmen around to a shoot-off. “Come on Mitsuhide, the first one to get 100 bulls-eyes in a row wins, and the loser has to buy tea.” Needless to say, you always lost and even though every day you would make that exact bet, Mitsuhide would always insist on sticking you for tea and lunch as reward for being such a good student. 

He really enjoyed spending time with you and would absolutely insist on holding your hands whenever the two of you were on your way to the tea house together after your lessons. “I can’t have my clumsy little mouse tripping and falling now can I.” Every day without fail, he would say that to you as he wraps his big hand around your small one, while leading you to your favourite tea house.

The two of you would talk about everything and anything over tea, these topics ranged from you making stupid jokes, to talking about random topics such as philosophy and psychology. Either way, Mitsuhide loved to spend time with you. He would always listen to and hang on to every word you said, storing every word in his memory. 

You were his precious little mouse, and he knew you were an extremely sensitive creature. If anyone dared say a single bad word to you or make you sad, they would face the wrath of this very protective kitsune. Like one time, one of the visiting daimyos had talked down to you for accidentally bumped into him. You were busy cleaning the windows when you accidentally lost your balance and bumped into him. He was so disgusted that a mere maid had touched him. He started yelling at you and insulting you, this escalated to such a point that he even had his hand raised ready to hit you for getting dirty window water on his shoes. That’s when sneki boi decided to intervene. Mitsuhide legit stood protectively in front of you with his rifle pointed at the man’s heart, with the full intention to shoot. “Golly me it appears like you are quite the troublesome little mouse, my dear.” He then turned his sharp gaze towards the daimyo “I do suggest you apologize to the Oda princess, lest you want to answer for your crimes directly to Nobunaga.” The man simply scoffed and walked away. Mitsuhide then turned to you and enveloped you in a warm hug while kissing the top of your head, “Are you alright, my dear little mouse?” Mitsuhide looked into your beautiful eyes and gently took your hands in his, “Come little one, I have something I wish to show you.”

The two of you walked hand in hand to Mitsuhide’s manor, Mitsuhide led you out into his garden, where you saw something so beautiful you could cry. The garden was filled with flowers and candles and in the centre was a table set up, with a feast laid out op top of it. 

Mitsihide had told you that night that he was hopelessly in love with you. He was overjoyed when he had discovered that you like him, was also a hopeless romantic and that you had an incredibly poetic, romantic way with words. You handed him a letter in which you had expressed your feelings for him in the form of a beautifully written poem. You were actually intending to leave the poem on his desk as a way of confessing your feelings. This instantly melted sneki bois heart into a giant puddle and he couldn’t help but pull you in for a sweet kiss. 

After diner Mitsuhide had led you deeper into the garden where a fluffy blankie was sprawled out on the grass, he guided you to sit down and the motioned for you to lookup. Above you, a thousand stares were shooting across the sky in a big meteor shower. Mitsuhide pulled you into his arms and kissed your cheeks as the two of you watched the sky. He always remembered every detail you had told him about yourself, so when you revealed that you loved the sky and the stars, he knew he had to incorporate this rare meteor shower in your date somehow. 

This had sparked a new tradition between the two of you, to stargaze and spend the whole night in deep conversation. These nights were full of love and affection as Mitsuhide would pull you into his lap and just hold you there for hours and hours as the two of you talked and watched the sky

Of course sneki boi also had a bit of a spontaneous side, and would take you on exhilarating trips around Nobunaga’s territories. They were mostly missions but after you had nagged Nobunaga to give you permission to go along on the missions, you and Mitsuhide would finish the official work asap so that the two of you cuties had plenty of time to enjoy yourself in the new environment.

Mitsuhide loves everything about you from your slight messiness, to your love of learning new things. He also knows that his sweet little mouse sometimes needs some space and alone time and will be sure to give you as much alone time as you need to recharge. He knows that you will seek him out when you have had enough of your own company. He will always welcome you back with outstretched arms when you have had enough alone time, and shower you with endless amounts of affection.

Whenever you are feeling insecure or worrying about the future Mitsuhide is right there by your side, whispering words of affection and reassurance in your ears. He makes sure to remind you every day just how perfect you are and just how much he loves you. 

Often you can be found in sneki boys lap with your head resting comfortably in the crook of his neck as he soothingly strokes your hair. Don’t be surprised if this sneaky kitsune drops a few kissed on your nose, cheeks or lips during these quiet and peaceful moments, just as a way to convey how much he loves and adores you.

Other potential matches……………..Masamune 

I hope you enjoyed it dear and i hope you have the best day! 

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I'm also obsessed with the whole Strahd/Tatyana dynamic (I have an Insta account dedicated to it - @barovia_bites) Looking forward to seeing more from you!! You are an awesome artist and story teller :)

Thanks so much! It’s definitely something I’ve been enjoying a lot in our campaign. :) I think I mentioned it in a previous post, but the whole Strahd/Iona arc started with a letter she wrote to the Lord himself. I really loved this exchange, so I figured I’d share! 

Iona’s 1st letter

I write this letter not knowing where to begin. How did we meet? What were we to each other? How did I hurt you? I have more questions than there are stars in the sky.

I suppose I’ll begin with a confession.

I said I didn’t know you, but in truth, there was a whisper of a memory… but only a whisper. It may as well have been obscured by the mists that brought me here. I sense I have a history here, but there are so many things I do not understand. Help me understand.

Maybe then, I could understand the love you say we had or this curse you say I brought… Maybe then, we could free you of this cycle of suffering you are trapped in, together.

I don’t know where I’ll be by the time this reaches you but something tells me that if you want me to receive a reply, I will. Given how contentious our first meeting was (with words of anger from you and bravado from myself), I ask that you remember the protection I am under.

[There is a large space between these words and the next, and a small drop of ink, as if Iona’s quill hovered for a long time in search of words.]

Was I musically inclined when you knew me? In this lifetime, I find solace in music so I’ll leave you with the beginnings of a song:

I know not if fate would have us live as one

Or if by love’s blind chance we’ve been bound

You flee my dream come the morning

Your heart, its passion displaced

By anger ever growing, hardening into stone

The wish I whispered, when it all began

Did it forge a love you might never have found?

[Beside the words are music notations]

Iona

Strahd’s 1st letter

My Dearest Iona,

There is so much I long to share. So much, that I too find it difficult to determine an adequate place to begin. We have had so many beginnings you and I, and each one has been lost in the darkness of the past. But perhaps I shall start with the first.

A long time ago, my father had called upon me to serve in his wars. He called upon my sense of honor. He called upon my sense of duty. And, finally, he called upon my years. I gave him victory, and for that he took my youth. Time is such a precious thing. You cannot own it. You cannot keep it. You can only spend it. And, once you have, it is forever lost.

Following the triumph of our kingdom, I sent for my family, long unseated from their ancient throne, to settle with me in Castle Ravenloft. They came with a younger brother of mine, Sergei. He was young and handsome, and I hated him for both. But mostly, I hated him for what he brought with him. You.

From the moment I first looked into your eyes the rest of the world vanished. In you I saw everything that I had yearned for and lost. Youth. Kindness. I longed for you to be mine. But, alas, your heart went to Sergei. “Brother,” you called me. Yet while that word spilled from your crimson lips, I knew its true meaning. “Elder,” “Old-one.”

What my father had taken from me, he had left to my brother.

Darkness overtook me. I would find a way to preserve what youth I had left, no matter the cost. Perhaps then, I could rightfully take what should have been mine. I made a pact with death, which I signed with blood. But in the end, it did not matter. You hated me for what I had done. For the sacrifices I made in your name!

You threw yourself from the waterfall, and thus our first beginning came to an end. But I could not let it be the last. I darkened the skies and shrouded the land to keep you here with me. I would endlessly traverse time itself to find you again. I stand at its harbor, scanning the horizon, and through its waves I can see moments as slow and transparent as glass. And you, forever on the other side, your hair blazing like the rising sun. I tremble in your radiance. All other desires, hopes, and aspirations have been banished by its rays, until there is you. Only you.

You ask me if you have always been gifted with music? Yes. But to me your greatest work was simply your presence. It has been the symphony of my heart, and the dirge of my soul.

Strahd

Iona’s 2nd letter

I learned about Ireena today. She was one of our many lost beginnings, wasn’t she? I wonder how many times you’ve found me as you stood vigil over your oceans of time. It sounds… so lonely.

Has tragedy truly followed all of our meetings?

I don’t know how much of my life you’ve seen, if any, but I have not given my heart to another. The thought is terrifying. Love has only ever destroyed those around me and made them suffer. As it has made you suffer. All that you’ve gone through, the pain, the sacrifice, this cycle of torment, can you honestly say it’s been worth it?

And yet, even as I write this, I realize our paths aren’t so different. Rage and despair have lead me to a pact of my own, as you must know. I don’t care its price so long as the violence in my heart is reconciled.

Will you help me or will you hinder me in the end, I wonder?

I travel now, my destination unknown. This world of yours is a dark place and I sense its menace around me, like the eyes of a predator upon my skin. Tell me, what will I face? If I ever need aid, is it the Vistani I can trust? How can I show that you and I are connected?

As ever, I am full of questions but perhaps you understand my caution. Already this beginning of ours was nearly ended.

You’ve told me about yourself and about us and for that I thank you. Is it strange that I look forward to your next letter? That I’ll watch the night skies and think of you when I see the mists?

The first song isn’t ready for an end, so I will leave you with this one instead:

Sun sets, beloved one

Time to dream. Your mind journeys,

But I will hold you here.

Where will you go, beloved one,

Lost to me in time?

Seek truth in a forgotten land,

Deep within your heart.

Wherever you shall go, beloved one,

Follow my voice-

I will call you home.

I will call you home.

[Music notations are beside the words]

You’ve called me home again.

Iona

Strahd’s 2nd Letter

Dearest Iona,

Tatyana was the first, and Ireena the last. Until you. And through the years, there have been many more.When you threw yourself from the cataract, I knew I must keep you here with me. I drew upon the darkness and formed the ashen mists that envelope this land. They are a prison, which binds souls to this valley and keeps them here with me. Time and time again, you would be born. Time and time again you would choose death over my embrace.

When Ireena passed, I waited again - patiently like the tide. But you did not return. Despite all possibility, you had escaped. I scoured the world from my castle. Searching. Until there was a whisper… but only a whisper. And I followed, just as the moon follows the sun across the horizon.

No, Iona, I cannot say that love has been worth torment. It has never brought me happiness. The fires of hell could burn for all eternity and it would never equal what I feel for you in minute of the night. Yet appraising its value is futile. If only I could cast it into flame and sear it from my heart, I would. But, in my endless vigil, I have found the most horrifying truth: Love never dies.

Join me, here in Castle Ravenloft and bring an end to this curse you have placed upon me. Until then and always, I too shall watch the night sky and think of you.

Strahd

Iona’s 3rd letter

[Some context: This letter is sent after Iona leaves Ravenloft against Strahd’s wishes. She does it reluctantly but with the belief it must be done to pursue her goals.]

I know you will be angry. Maybe you will never forgive this perceived betrayal. But please know that I did not do it to spurn you or to hurt you. What I said before was the truth; when I have completed what I must do, when the connection between the Feywild and the Material Plane has been severed, I will stay with you. Whether you try to stop me or help me from now on, I will come back to you. I will walk to your castle gates and I will give you everything that I am.

Until then, I beg for your understanding and for your forgiveness.

I hope you will write back. Though I’ve only known you a short time, there’s already a hollow ache in my chest at the thought of your silence. If you write, will you tell me one of your happier memories? Before the curse. Before Tatyana. I want to you know you. Not the Lord. Not the Vampire. But the man. I want to open my heart to you.

I’ll share a memory of my own.

When I was a young girl, I was rather mischievous. I would escape my caretakers often and lose myself in the gardens of the Unseelie court. There I had such adventures. I would weave myself a crown of black hellebore and nightshade and carefully make dolls out of twigs and grass. In my halls of hedgerow, I presided over a kingdom of leaves and flowers.

In it, I would slay dragons and capture fell beasts, all of which were in truth the resident sprites of the garden. Whether it was the honey I used to entice them or simply the amusement at seeing a Fey Lord’s daughter prance about with flowers in her hair and dirt on her knees, they played along in a spectacular fashion.

I had death-defying duels with willow switches. I embarked on quests to find treasures of seed and stone hidden for me throughout the garden. I held court and danced beneath faerie light.

Despite its darkness and the pain it caused me, some of my happiest memories were in the Feywild. I hope I can be the light in your darkness.

I left you my lute in the gardens by the cliff. It’s the last thing I had of my mother. In its place, I will cherish the memory of your lips and the sliver of your heart I carry in my possession.

Now and always, I am yours.

Iona

[huffle-dork]

Curiosity Killed the Cat (Part 5)

Wary of Lavender Light

Part 4: [x] CKTC Tag (if you’d like to read from the beginning!) [x]

(ITS FINALLY BACK!! Can you believe it?? Sorry for the HUGE hiatus! I really have no excuse except you know being inspired by other projects ;;; but I can now say I got almost all of this planned and I’m so hyped! I hope y’all are too :3 enjoy!! And let me know what you think!!)

A harsh ring echoed across the room as a phone buzzed on the nightstand next to Jackie’s bed. The superhero groaned and rolled over on his pillow, shielding his face from the sunlight creeping through his curtains. He did not want to get up. He didn’t want to go to work. What was the point of working minimum wage when he was a fucking superhero by night?

“-because otherwise you wouldn’t have an apartment, dumbass,” Jackie mumbled to himself groggily. With a strained groan, he pushed himself off his stomach out of bed, fluffing up his mop of brunette hair. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, Jackie reached to his nightstand and unlocked his phone, shutting off his alarm. Though, reaching over the nightstand, his wrist brushed against a piece of fabric and Jackie paused once the noise had quieted to stop and stare. The small blue ragged mask he lend to Jamie during their brief partnership lay next to him and the hero swallowed hard against the pit in his stomach. He hadn’t heard much from Jameson since that day. It had been almost a week...But, Jackie had assumed he had just thrown himself into extra shifts back down at the haberdashery, now that their “family emergency” was solved.

In fact, this was Jackie’s first day officially back at his own job since everything had gone back to normal. Back to the game shop. Jackie sighed heavily and pulled himself to step out of bed, dragging himself to his closet to tug on his polo shirt and slacks and to make sure the bags under his eyes weren’t too pronounced.

As much as Jackie was dreading going back to work, he was also glad to have an excuse to get out of the house. Ever since JJ dropped the sidekick deal, Jackie had been feeling really depressed. Sure, he loved working with Marvin and he was so happy to have him back. But, he was so excited to show Jamie the ropes of being a hero. He seemed so excited too… full of such joy and drive. What changed?

As Jackie thought to himself, across the hall his ears caught the quiet whisper of chanting and a chill ran up the hero’s spine. The foreign language seemed to burn the air as it slithered around the apartment and Jackie had to resist the urge to just bolt out of his room and run to the store. He had to deal with Marvin before he left.

Marvin had been… strange to say the least this last week. Which, of course, was to be expected. He was kidnapped by Anti. Lost some memories. Of course he would be fucked up. And he was. For a couple hours. Then once Jackie had come back from dealing with that criminal with Jamie… Marvin had changed. Jackie didn’t want to say he was a different person. But he certainly wasn’t acting like himself.

Marvin was always one to withdraw himself when he was upset or dealing with something. But, this isolation was something else. Jackie hardly ever saw him. Yet, he refused to go back to his own apartment. It kinda made sense? Maybe he didn’t want to be completely alone… But the magic… the magic was the most unsettling part.

With all that’s happened with his magic lately, Jackie fully expected Marvin to take a break from magic all together. Jackie thought he knew Marvin… he thought he knew Marvin wouldn’t push himself this hard and fast after something like this. But, Marvin was proving him different. Marvin was a driven person, but he knew how to have fun, knew when to take a break, liked to cause trouble. Jackie had hardly seen Marvin out of his room this week. The magician turned down every one of Jackie’s offers for food or coffee which was...even stranger. Jackie hadn’t seen Marvin eat in a while either. And the hero was pretty much forbidden from stepping foot in Marvin’s room. Even though it was Jackie’s apartment. Something was off.

But a couple nights ago, Jackie caught something. He came home late only to find a strange glow coming from underneath Marvin’s door. And a sliver of the door cracked open, just enough for someone to peek an eye in. Lavender light flooded the hallway and the air burned and hissed with an energy Jackie had never felt before. And… Marvin’s voice. It had a dark sinister tone as he chanted some long complicated spell.

Using his skills from thousands of stakeouts, Jackie crept down the hall and made to the other side of Marvin’s door frame so he could lean in and observe. In the room, Marvin was bent over on the floor, surrounded by flickering candles whose flames were outlined by green and purple the longer he chanted. The floor was littered with piles of spell books, as well as ripped out pages from said books, written on and highlighted to all hell. A black tome, blacker than any black Jackie had ever seen lay next to Marvin as if he was afraid to let it leave his side. And in Marvin’s hand was a small crocheted doll. It looked like Jack.

The cat masked magician continued to chant and the button eyes of the doll started to glow a dark sick purple, echoing the magic at Marvin’s fingertips. Strings of magic wrapped around the doll’s wrists, ankles and finally it’s neck before Marvin yanked his hand back and pulled the strings taut. Jackie didn’t know it was possible for a doll with no face to look like it was in pain. Marvin’s face cracked into a grin and the strings snapped as he spat out the last word of the spell, the light of the candles being snuffed out as the purple glow in the room dimmed. A low chuckle came out of Marvin as he studied the doll in his hands, turning it over in contemplation.

“I bet Anti is very very happy you’re still asleep, Jack,” Marvin mused to himself with a slight unhinged sounding giggle, “He must assume he made such a good little puppet out of me!” Then the smile immediately dropped off his face as he gripped the doll in his hand tight, as if to choke it. His eyes flashed from bright blue to purple as he cocked his head to the toy, a slow smooth smile spreading on his face.

“Won’t he be surprised when he sees I’m the one pulling the strings?”

An involuntary shiver ran up Jackie’s spine as he heard those words fall out of Marvin’s mouth, his blood running cold. Was Marvin saying this of his own free will or was he-?

Suddenly, Marvin’s head snaps around towards the door, the whole of his eyes flowing with purple power. Jackie pushes himself as far away from the door as fast as possible, rushing for his room, hoping he can be convincing enough to look like he just came home. Shit, he’s sweating buckets, his heart is rushing a thousand miles per hour. The door to Marvin’s room slams open and a rush of hot air flows through the hallway, blowing Marvin’s hair and cape up dramatically as he growls. Jackie’s foot in the doorway of his room and he whips around with a forced face of confusion.

“Woah what the hell bro? You expecting a burglar?!”

It seems to have worked as the wind dies down and the purple quickly fades out of Marvin’s eyes. He looks at Jackie bewildered and quickly smooths down his hair.

“Jackie…” Marvin breathes, “I… I didn’t hear you come home.”

Jackie gives Marvin a small smile,”Yeah. You sounded… busy, so i tried to be quiet so i wouldn’t disturb you!” The hero gave the magician a thumbs up and a half hearted grin, feeling sweat dripping down his forehead. God, he hated lying, though he wasn’t completely lying. He just hoped Marvin believed him, and that whatever freaky spells he was learning didn't give him the power to read minds…

There’s a long uncomfortable span of silence before Marvin nods his head. He eyes Jackie, then just turns heel and heads back to his room without another word.

Jackie had a lot of trouble sleeping that night...and every night since then.

Something was wrong! But… Jackie was scared to say anything. What if he was just being paranoid? The last time he overreacted to Marvin… well he disappeared and got kidnapped by Anti. Jackie couldn’t let himself be the cause of that again. It would tear him apart.

But, honestly? If Marvin was being controlled still, or was corrupted or whatever else was the matter with him…. Jackie was also sure he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of this new magic.

Though if Jackie had to go to work, so did Marvin damnit! Freaky magic or not! It was time for a little tough love…

Jackie steels himself as he pushes himself to stand in front of Marvin’s room, trying not to shiver at the sound of Marvin’s chanting from the other side. Taking a deep breath, the hero swallows and raises his hand, knocking loudly on the door. The chanting stops immediately and soon Marvin is cracking the door open, a look of annoyance on his face.

“What, Jackie?” Marvin demanded, baring his canines slightly. Jackie felt himself shiver again but he tried his best to stand his ground. Though as Jackie tried to gather his words, his eyes wandered to the arm Marvin was using to keep the door open. The hero blinked rapidly as he thought he saw underneath the cloth of his brother’s shirt a series of purple veins. And they were glowing?

Marvin’s exasperated tone snapped Jackie’s gaze away, “Jackie, if you don’t have anything to say then-”

“Ah no- I-!”Jackie stammered, shaking his head. “I…” He stood up straighter, setting his face. “I’m heading back to work today. And… You seem to be doing better.” Jackie winced slightly, hoping he didn’t sound too insensitive. “It.. it might be time for you to head back to the theater, don’t you think?”

The magician tilts his head slightly and studies Jackie, with almost no emotion. The seconds tick by so slowly and Jackie wishes Marvin would just say something.

“Then don’t you think it’s about time we got back to hero work, Jackieboy?”

Jackie freezes, a retort dead on his tongue. A smirk creeps up on Marvin’s face, a mischievous light in his eye.

“Oh? I’m sorry, did i strike a nerve, hero?” Marvin purred, stepping forward. Jackie quickly stepped back, clutching his backpack and tensing away from Marvin.

“Marvin, what the hell-?” Jackie bit back, “I-I I haven’t been avoiding hero work-”

“It’s not very herolike to lie, Jackie,” Marvin interrupted, giving him a big cheshire like grin. “We all know how heartbroken you’ve been about losing dear Jameson as a… sidekick.” Marvin made sure to make ‘sidekick’ long and drawn out with a obviously fake sad smile. Jackie looked away and bit his lip.

“However,” Marvin continued,”You can’t be selfish, Jackie. People’s lives are at stake!”

Jackie balled his hands into fists and gritted his teeth together, not able to look Marvin in the eye. He could just feel his smug expression.

“...Let me think about it. I’ll decide after work.” Jackie eventually sighs. But then he turns and points at Marvin, narrowing his eyes. “But you! Need to get out of the apartment, Marv! Go to the theater… gets some sun for fuck’s sake! You’ve been acting like a goddamn vampire…”

Marvin just continued to smile smugly at Jackie, not even batting an eyelash. He grabbed Jackie’s finger and pulled it out of his face.

“Whatever you say, Hero. Wouldn’t want to upset my crime fighting partner!” He then grinned wider, changing his grip on Jackie’s finger to grab it tighter and pull it so he could drag Jackie’s face closer to his. Jackie could feel a strange hum of energy coming off Marvin that sent his hair standing on end. “After all, this could be our grand return to the stage!”

Jackie swore he saw a flicker of purple light in Marvin’s eyes and he quickly pulled away, rubbing his hand as shivers raked his spine.

“Uh yeah… sure. S-See you tonight, then,” Jackie sputtered all too quickly as he made his way for the door. Marvin smiled sweetly after him, waving.

“See you tonight, Jackie!”

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Age of Consent (Negan x reader a/b/o) Part 3

summary: you’re moving on, slowly but surely. at least you think you are

warnings: lil bit of angst, mild smut, fluff, swearing, drinking, feelings

so yeah, this is late as hell. but it’s still here. thanks to everyone who came out, seriously i can’t tell you how happy I am that this was so well received. here’s the third and final part!

part one  part two

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Two months later

"Oh my god. There is literally no way I'm putting that on my body Sarah."

She rolls her eyes at you, tossing the thin dress at your head. "Stop being such a baby, Y/n. Just put the fucking dress on. It's cute, it'll look good on you."

With a sigh, you look down at the yellow fabric in your hands. You don't want to do this - get all dolled up and interact with people and pretend your happy to be there. But Sarah wouldn't let you ignore your birthday, yelling something about "don't you dare fucking think we're not celebrating god dammit" when you'd told her you didn't want to do anything.

You'd managed to dissuade her from the big, extravagant night-out-drinking plans she'd had. Your dad had suggested something quiet at home - friends and family type of thing. She hadn't been happy, but she'd settled for it. Besides, twenty four isn't a big birthday. You'd told her it was nothing special, nothing to go crazy about. 

You slip the dress on, not really wanting to wear something so happy, but knowing your best friend won't give you a choice either way. Turning to your full length mirror, you give yourself a once over.

It's obviously made for someone skinnier than you, the fabric clinging to your hips and stomach. It's not the most modest thing ever either, dipping to show a sliver of your breasts. It stops at mid thigh, and you thank god above that you decided to shave your legs for the first time in a long while. It's not really you, but despite that, you still feel pretty.

And that's something you haven't felt in months.

Sarah squeals, clapping her hands behind you. "See, I knew it would look good. You're so pretty!"

Your friends gushing makes you smile. Maybe this won't be so terrible.

You let Sarah put makeup on you, reigning her in when she gets too wild talking about glitter and lip liner. You also refuse to wear the heels she bought, forgoing them in favour of a pair of worn-in sandals. Sarah gives the shoes a dirty look.

There's a knock on your open door, and you turn around to see your dad there. He's in what he likes to call 'his best shirt,' a hideous pale blue thing with a banana print all over it.

"There's people downstairs waiting to see you." He says. You hadn't even heard anyone arrive.

"You look beautiful." He tells you, pulling you into a hug at the top of the staircase. You hear a squeal, and a camera flashes. Turning, you see Sarah clutching at your camera.

"Oh yeah, Sarah's chief photographer tonight. Forgot to tell you." You roll your eyes at your father.

Downstairs in the kitchen are a few people, aunts, cousins, uncles. And a rather unexpected edition; your uncle Daryl, who has been away for months doing who knows what.

"Thought you were off adventuring." You say as he hands you a beer from the fridge.

"Well, I was. But I figured I could give it a rest to come see my favourite niece."

You roll your eyes, popping the cap of your beer off on the kitchen bench. "I'm your only niece."

"Unimportant." He slings his arm over your shoulders, leader you out into the backyard. "I still couldn't miss your birthday."

The words from your uncle make you feel more at ease about the whole night. A little, at least.

You'd thought this birthday would feel different, with Negan absent. He'd been there for every birthday since you were eighteen. Back then you were too young to know what your attraction to him meant. There are parts of you that wish you still possessed that young naivety. That wish you could still look at him with those googly eyes and rose coloured glasses and think he's the perfect alpha.

But a larger part of you knows how silly and damaging that train of thought can be. Besides, they say you regret what you don't do. You can't bring yourself to regret what happened with him. At least you know. At least you don't have to pine over him anymore. Granted, that doesn't mean you haven't spent time on it. The last two months have been... hard, to say the least. And absolutely plagued with thoughts of the alpha.

So yes, this birthday does feel different. Not in a big way, but in a small, subtle way that nobody else but you notices. Even with your family and friends gathering in your backyard, it feels a little empty.

You spend hours catching up with people, being asked the same questions, congratulated on your new job curating a gallery down  in the north part of town. You'd finally even bought your own car. Things are looking up, there's no denying that.

You still miss Negan, though.

It's a while before you get to sit down. You squish next to Sarah on one of the wicker love seats your father dragged out of the shed earlier today. Sh wraps her arm around you, and you clink your drinks together.

"Cheers to you, baby." She grins.

"Cheers to me." You agree.

Her phone trills from her pocket and she pulls it out with a long sigh. When you give her a questioning look, all she says is "Max."

You roll your eyes so hard they probably come close to falling out of your skull.

You had gone on the date with the boy. And felt like a shitty human being throughout the whole thing. You couldn't even attempt to be into him. I t just wasn't going to happen.No one could match up to Negan, not yet anyway. Unfortunately, when you'd explained that you weren't really interested he'd made it his personal mission to change your mind. It hadn't been cute. When you told him you weren't interested, it wasn't an invitation to negotiate on the matter. You eventually blocked him, but he's still pestering Sarah.

"Tell him where he can shove it." You smile at her.

You laugh together, but it doesn't last long for you.

Fate must be laughing at you. God, having a good old chuckle at your expense. You've never been a believer of any fate, but it's hard to believe that there's not some higher being that's got it out for you.

Because before you even see him, his smell drifts out the back door, caressing your senses in the most bittersweet way. Cigarette smoke, fresh rain on grass, worn leather. For a second, you forget where you are.

But only for a second. Because then, he's coming through the door, laughing at something your dad has said. And fuck, he's so beautiful, of course he wouldn't want to be your alpha. How could someone who looks like that possibly want to tie themselves to someone like you.

He turns as he comes down the porch steps, looking straight at you. Your breath is stuck in your throat. There's no way you'd expected him to come tonight. Why would he? He'd been nothing but cold to you for months. What kind of power play is he trying to pull, showing up here and now?

"What's he doing here?" Sarah asks, eyes narrowed on him across the yard.

Her words make your gaze snap away from him. "I've got no clue. Dad probably invited him." You mumble, tipping your bottle back and swallowing the last mouthful. "I'm getting another drink."

"Mm. Get me one?"

"Ok."

You shuffle into the kitchen, having skirted most of the backyard to avoid going near Negan. You're digging in the bottom of the fridge, looking for the drinks Sarah bought, when you feel a presence with you.

You don't even have to turn around to know it's him. Despite everything that's happened, every fibre in your being just knows when he's around. All your muscles tense, and it takes you a second to stop locking up and face him. Being this close to him after so long could so easily make you faint right there. But you won't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he still affects you. You're stronger than what your body wants you to do, anyway.

He's leaning against the sink, hands buried in his pockets. Despite what seems to be a - dare you say it - nervous body language, he gazes at you steadily, unwavering. He looks tired, somehow older than you've ever seen him look. Good. Hopefully he knows how you've been feeling then.

"Beers in the fridge." You mutter, making your way to walk past him.

"I was hoping we could talk."

Your head whips towards him, eyes narrowed, tone hard when you say "about what?"

He sighs, rubbing a hand along his beard. You very nearly let yourself feel guilty for snapping at him. Nearly. "You know what about."

There's silence as you mull over your options. You could certainly tell him to fuck off - it's no less than he deserves. But the masochistic side of you want to stay, to hear what it is that he wants to say to you. "I'm not sure we have anything to talk about, Negan. I'm pretty sure you already said everything you wanted to." You tell him, begging your voice to stay steady.

For the first time in your years of knowing him, he looks guilty.

"I said some shit I shouldn't have, baby." There it is. That word is enough to make your heart melt. "When your party's over come home with me. Please. I just - we need to talk, y/n."

You have to wonder if this is some sort of game. It's not in Negans nature to be that cruel - at least you don't think it is. A few months ago you would've been sure of it. But you can't help but want to know what his angle is. Maybe he wants to apologise. Ok. Then what? It's not like things will ever go back to how they used to be. You don't want to question his motives, but this person that you've spent years of your life around you now feel like you hardly know.

"Why can't we talk here?" You ask.

He sighs again. "It's not really a conversation to be had when your whole family is around."

Don't do it y/n, don't give in, don't say yes - "ok." his face lights up, but you hold up your hand and continue. "But if I've had enough, if I don't want to 'talk' anymore, you take me back here straight away. No questions, no negotiations."

"I promise. Now, got one of those beers for me?"

You roll your eyes, but this time it's almost playful. God, you really can't help yourself can you? "Get it yourself."

Of course though, as you leave the kitchen and rejoin the party, the anxiety kicks in. You question everything you've just said, everything he said, everything you may have just agreed to. The fear of uncertainty is something that you hate, of not knowing what's going to happen and how you're going to end up feeling.

But you tell yourself through the night that you can't doubt your decision. You know better than anyone you would have regretted refusing him. You'll spend months  dwelling on it if you don't follow through.

So you try to quell your anxiety. It doesn't help that all night you can feel Negan's eyes on you though. The few times you catch his eye, he sends you a little lopsided smile that makes your heart flutter.

Maybe your being crazy. Maybe it's just a depressing case of wishful thinking. But you can't help but get the feeling that he wants to apologise, and the thought of that alone and the possibilities it holds scares you.

When the night is drawing to an end, you help your drunk father into bed, making sure he doesn't stumble down the stairs. He's blabbering, telling you how proud he is while he stumble around the hallway. When he's put into bed and the last person has left, you're left alone with Negan.

"Are you ready to go?" He says it quietly, but his words reverberate through you. His car keys are already in his hands.

"Yes."

You remember the first time you went to Negan's house, expecting it to be messy and disorganised, only to be surprised that it was the complete opposite. The whole place is a bachelor pad, definitely. But it feels cosy, it always has. That may have something to do with the fact that the whole place just screams Negan, his scent covering every inch of the place. But you'll keep that to yourself.

"Um, want some coffee? Tea?" He asks you, unlocking the door and ushering you in. You've seen him in a lot of different emotional states over the years, but you've never seen him nervous like this.

"I didn't come here for coffee or tea, Negan."

He nods, still staring. "No, no you didn't." Without waiting for you, he wanders into the lounge room, shucking off his jacket along the way.

You follow.

He's sitting on the couch already, hands clasped between his open knees. He pats the couch next to him, signalling for you to sit. You hesitate in the doorway, your breathe caught in your throat.

Breathe, y/n. He's human, just like you. You can handle this.

So you sit, far enough away that your not touching but close enough that his breathe still brushes your skin. At first, he doesn't say anything, and neither do you. You feel far to anxious to even attempt to form a coherent sentence. At first then turns to a solid couple of minutes, and the silence starts to drive you crazy.

It's all getting to be a bit too much.

"Negan, you better start speaking your piece. Believe it or not I have better things I could be doing."

Suddenly, he takes his hands in yours, linking your fingers together gently. A warmth stems from his touch, a sensation that makes your whole body thrum. For what feels like forever, he stares at you, his eyes darting to your cheeks, your lips, your foreheads and back. Like he'll forget your face if he doesn't keep reminding himself of what it looks like.

There's a thick tension in the air around you. You almost think he's going to kiss you and you're not sure if that's a good or bad thing.

Finally, after what feels like years (but what is probably only a few minutes) he speaks.

"I'm so, so fucking sorry baby. I've been tryin' to fight this for too long, and somehow I convinced myself I could stop this, whatever it is, before it got any further. You've got your whole life ahead of you and I - fuck, I shouldn't take that away from you. But I can't stay away, not for one more fucking second. I'll spend the rest of my life making this up to you if I have to. If you'll let me. You're my omega, y/n, and neither of us can change that. I was a fucking idiot to try to."  

You're speechless.

You attempt to say something but your mouth just hangs open, not even a sound escaping. Maybe this is fake, you think. Maybe you just had too much to drink tonight, and you've finally gone round the bend fully. It takes a full moment for you to snap out of it.

"Negan." You breathe out, eyes searching his, finding nothing but sincerity. It scares you a little, to be quite frank. No one has ever looked at you quite like that. "That - that wasn't your choice to make. You didn't even speak to me, and now you want to tell me that -"

"I know, y/n." He interrupts, gripping your hands tighter. "Shit, baby. I know I don't really have any right to be trying to drag you back. But fuck, please, you've got to belie-"

You've heard all you need to, plus it's getting damn near unbearable being this close to him but having such limited contact. An so you can't help yourself when you lean forward, cupping his jaw in your hands and placing your lips on his.

He's frozen for a second before you're melting against each other, lips moving in sync, his hands snaking around to your hips and your back. You can taste something salty, and realise that you'd started to cry.

"If you ever do shit like that again I'll kick your ass." You tell him, lips brushing, eyes still closed.

"I'll let you kick my old ass around every day for the rest of my life, sweetheart."

This is so different from the first time you kissed. He's so gentle with you, cradling your body to his like you'll break if you're mishandled. You doubt you'll ever feel any sensation better than his lips on yours in your life. And you're perfectly content with that, because the way he cradles you, laying you down beneath him with such carefulness, makes you feel like you could fly.

His hands are all over you, caressing your hips, your face, your stomach. You grip at his hair, gasping for breath when you can but otherwise uncaring, as long as he keeps kissing you the way he is.

His hand creeps up your dress, grasping at your thigh and hiking it up over his own. You let out a moan, the feeling of having him so close and pressed against you in the most intimate of ways making you gush.

"Fuck, missed the way you smell baby." He growls, pulling away only to nip slightly at the skin of your neck, right where his mark would go.

"Negan." You gasp, tilting your head back for him.

"Your skin is so fucking soft."

You lean down, tugging the hem of your dress up. He gets the idea, and sits back, letting you pull your dress up and over your head. To be honest, you've never been the most confident about your body. And laying in front of Negan in your old pink cotton bra and wonder woman panties, waiting for him to say something is nerve racking.

"You are so beautiful, baby." He breathes, leaning forward again.

"Wait." You put your hand on his chest, curling your fingers slightly. Your nails dig into your skin a little. He grasps your wrist, hand sliding up to intertwine your fingers.

"What's wrong?" He breathes, voice husky.

You feel like this could be going to fast. Then again, you almost feel like it's not going fast enough. Your head is muddled in the most delicious way, but that doesn't stop your fears from breaking to the surface. "I don't want to be just a convenient knot, Negan."

He pulls back to stare you dead in the eyes. His expression, his stare holds an amount of honesty and earnest that you didn't even know one human could show. "Baby, that's not what this is. That's not what this will ever be. We don't have to do this tonight. Shit sweetheart, we don't have to do this ever if that's what you want."

"No, I mean, I want to. It's just..." you gulp, your train of thought slipping further away from you with every passing second. "It's been a while for me and uh, I don't - I don't want us to fuck this up."

"Baby, I already told you; I'll wait f that's what you want. Hell, I'd go the rest of my life without sex if it meant I could get one last taste of those lips of yours. You taste like strawberries and fucking mint sweetheart."

And if you weren't soaringly happy before, you most certainly are now. And that's when you know that this is what you want. You want him. This man, who's willing to wait for you, and only you. Why should you deny yourself? Either of you. You both want this, and you for one don't want to wait.

"Fuck it." You growl, pulling him down. "Make love to me, you asshole."

He laughs, tugging off his shirt in one swift movement. "As you wish, ma'am."

And before you know it, you're naked. And even when he's fingers deep inside you, he's still gentle. An even when he's biting you it's still loving. And just before he enters you, he looks into your eyes and says "are you sure about this sweetheart? Not too late to turn back."

"I'm sure." You tell him. "Just - just go slow. Please." It's been a long time for you, and Negan is hardly small.

He nods, sheathing himself inside of you in one slow thrust. "Of course. We've got all the time in the world."

You lay tangled in the sheets, hair an absolute mess, breathing still erratic. You're absolutely ruined, but a smile is painted on your face.  

Negan huffs out a laugh next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him. "Why are you so smiley?"

You nestle into him, not minding in the slightest that you're both grossly sweaty.  "You know what's got me all smiley."

"Hmm, I suppose I do." His hand comes up to your head, tangling in your hair as is fingers rub at your scalp. It makes noises that come close to purrs escape you.

"You realise we have to tell my dad about us, right?"

He chuckles. "Already done it, baby. I wasn't going near you without telling him first. He'd have my head."

Your heart swells, and for a second you think you could float up to the ceiling, you're that happy.

"Well then," you raise your head to look up at him, a fond smile on your lips, "looks like you're really not getting rid of me now."

He laughs, tugging you down for a long, languid kiss. "I'm not going anywhere baby."

"Just - just go slow. Please." It's been a long time for you, and Negan is hardly small.

He nods, sheathing himself inside of you in one slow thrust. "Of course. We've got all the time in the world."

You lay tangled in the sheets, hair an absolute mess, breathing still erratic. You're absolutely ruined, but a smile is painted on your face.  

Negan huffs out a laugh next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him. "Why are you so smiley?"

You nestle into him, not minding in the slightest that you're both grossly sweaty.  "You know what's got me all smiley."

"Hmm, I suppose I do." His hand comes up to your head, tangling in your hair as is fingers rub at your scalp. It makes noises that come close to purrs escape you.

"You realise we have to tell my dad about us, right?"

He chuckles. "Already done it, baby. I wasn't going near you without telling him first. He'd have my head."

Your heart swells, and for a second you think you could float up to the ceiling, you're that happy.

"Well then," you raise your head to look up at him, a fond smile on your lips, "looks like you're really not getting rid of me now."

He laughs, tugging you down for a long, languid kiss. "I'm not going anywhere baby."

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I Found (Part 7)

Warnings: Just some sad flashback stuff, other than that just some awkward ((:

Summary: as someone trying to get their life together, Bucky understands why you’re not coming around right away. He’s helpful in every way possible but there’s something more to his actions, when you get taken away from him you start to notice that.

Flashbacks are in italics!

Y/N woke up in the infirmary, having slept for six hours straight, she sat up and looked around, she hated hospitals.

She noticed a sliver of light through the shades landed directly onto Bucky’s eyes in the corner of the room, she jumped when she first saw him.

“Sorry doll, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He moved into the chair next to her and turned the light on, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust, he hadn’t even changed out of his combat gear.

“I have a name you know, and it’s not doll.” She smirked at him challengingly.

“Alright Y/N, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Are you hungry? The nurses all went home but I can order something.” She smiled and adjusted her bed into a sitting position.

“Have you slept, at all?” Bucky chuckled.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m not leaving your side until you’re better.” Y/N huffed.

“Bucky, you haven’t even changed out of your gear, isn’t that uncomfortable? You look exhausted. You need to sleep at least. Worry about me later and take care of yourself.” Y/N ordered, he didn’t move a muscle.

“No do—Y/N, I’m not leaving your side. I’m keeping you safe in case anyone else decides they want to use you too.” He leaned his head onto his hand.

“Bucky. I’m not going to say it again, get some sleep.” He grinned.

“Well it’s good you aren’t gonna say it again, cause’ it wasn’t going to work if you kept saying it. Do you want me to get you somethin’ to eat? Tony’s still awake, he can go run and get something for you.” She turned in the bed to face him better.

“If I eat, will you sleep? For me?” She gave him a fake pout that he remembered as the same pout she gave him on their failed mission.

“Fine. But I’m not leaving the room.”

—————

Y/N got takeout that Tony delivered to them, as well as some clothes for Bucky, per Y/N’s request. She sat in her bed and ate, while Bucky got changed in the bathroom.

When he came out she was almost done eating, he smiled at how much she didn’t care about looking good while eating in front of him.

Bucky took the recliner on the other side of the bed, next to the window, he didn’t like sitting on this side since it was farthest from the door, but he made a deal with Y/N. She finished eating and threw the empty container out, she put her bed back into a laying down position.

“Hey Bucky?” She called out and shut off the light.

“Yeah?” He answered and watched her her comfortable, facing him.

“Thank you, for staying, and saving me, and helping take care of me. I know I’m not the easiest or best person to hang out with, especially because I’m never willing to get attached to anyone, but I’m glad you’ve stuck around. After what just happened, you’re right, it doesn’t matter if people know who I am.” She reached down and grabbed his hand, he was glad it was too dark to see his cheeks turn bright red.

“Anytime doll, ‘m always gonna be here.” He mumbled, half asleep.

Y/N saw his eyelids flutter closed and watched him fall asleep.

——————

Once the chip was out of her flesh, she used her powers to grab the remote to her shock collar, she deactivated it and threw it at one of the guards, shocking him and throwing the remote across the room. Before anyone could even move, Y/N was taking them all down with her powers, the powers that she would use on the white lab coat man once she found him. She would tear apart the entire facility if it meant finding him. Unfortunately, he knew she was coming and was able to escape, leaving her surrounded by more blood on her hands. Y/N felt worse.

She was free though, she was able to get out of the place she had been stuck in for years. She didn’t even know where she was. She began trekking through a surrounding forest, knowing there had to be civilization somewhere.

“Sir there has been a match on Y/N Y/L/N, she’s near a facility in Austria, she seems to be running towards a town.” FRIDAY told Tony, who was getting ready to fall asleep in his office.

He jolted awake and got his suit on, “Take me to her coordinates.”

——————

Y/N heard something getting close, she started running faster and trying to find somewhere to hide, he was back, he had to have been, if he caught her the punishment would be unimaginable.

She started sprinting until she hid behind a huge rock, ready to use her powers at any given notice. A man in a red and gold armor suit came around the rock, several strange glows coming from the suit. She shoved him away with her powers and continued sprinting in the direction she was going to.

“Y/N Y/L/N I’m here to help you!” The man yelled, she wouldn’t believe him. Suddenly his suit was gone, revealing a shorter man with dark hair and dark eyes that had seen a lot.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?” She managed to spit out, Tony could sense her fear just by looking at her. She looked like an abused animal.

“I’m Tony Stark, I’ve been trying to track you down for years, I’m not here to hurt you, I’m trying to help you. I can get you a suit like mine and fly you to my compound and get you medical attention. Whoever did that to you, they aren’t me.” She considered this for a moment, but it was gone fast. Her powers were quick, she held him against a tree until she was too far to hold him there. Tony cursed.

—————

Y/N escaped to the city, whatever city it was, they were speaking a language she couldn’t understand, maybe she was better off going with Tony. ‘No, he would’ve just used our power too,’ she told herself. She had to get cleaned up, each person she passed by looked at her weirdly. She snuck into a clothing store and was able to steal some clothes and fix her hair, but nothing would be able to hide the bruises on her neck, or the blood on her hands. She raced to the bathroom and washed her hands, drops were on her face, she scrubbed at her hands until there was a knock at the door.

The voice on the other side didn’t speak English, Y/N was terrified. She opened the door and looked at the girl with furrowed brows, the girl noticed her neck and frowned.

“I’m sorry for causing a disturbance. I promise you’ll never see me again.” She looked up at Y/N.

“I was just asking if you were okay, do you need me to call authorities? Your neck...” Y/N ran out of the store and blended in with the crowd walking down the street, there was too many people, she wished she were home with her family. She cursed when she remembered her family, how long had it been? What year even was it?

Y/N didn’t feel safe and started to wish she did go with Tony, many then she’d at least have somewhere to sleep. She went into an alleyway and sat down behind a dumpster. She heard the familiar sound of the strange suit she saw, he flew down into the alley and stepped out of his suit.

“Look, uh, I think we got off on the wrong foot. My name is Tony Stark, I want nothing but to help you. I know what’s happened to you these past couple of years. I’ve been trying to find you and help you for years. Please come with me so I can finally do so.” She sniffed and tears rolled down her face, “I promise no harm will come to you.”

“Promises from strangers don’t mean anything. If I come with you, you can’t mute my powers. Understand?” Tony nodded.

“I don’t even think I could. My suit, it’s equipped with flying jets that will take us to the compound, please don’t break the one I give you, I’ve put a lot of work in it.” Another suit that was pure silver came down, no one came out. “FRIDAY, allow Y/N Y/L/N to come inside the suit. Y/N, she’s all yours.”

Y/N stood up, “where are we going?”

“Upstate New York, the Avengers compound.”

—————

“Bucky.” Y/N shook his shoulder softly, he woke up and stared at her, there was a nurse there. “The nurse needs you to step out of the room for a second, she needs to check everything.”

“She can do that with me in the room.” The nurse rolled her eyes.

“Look, Mr. Barnes, I understand your concern but this is my job and I want to keep it.” Bucky looked at Y/N for approval, when she nodded he got up and stood outside the door. “Is your boyfriend always like that?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Y/N watched the nurse carefully, she was studying Y/N’s bruises.

“Alright, whatever you say, I mean it sounds fake, but not my business. How’s your head feeling?”

“A million times better. There’s still a small ache but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” Y/N saw Bucky watching through the window of the door and smiled at him.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself now. I’m gonna let the doctor decide if we’re going to discharge you in an hour. I firmly believe you’re fine because it was mentioned to me you have healing abilities, but I’ll let the doc decide.” She walked out of the room and Bucky came back in.

“You alright?” He asked, eyes never leaving hers as he sat back down.

Y/N giggled, “Yes I’m alright. Don’t worry about it.”

“Worry about you? Why can’t I?” Y/N found a softened look in his eyes.

“Because I’m fine.” She replied.

“You weren’t yesterday. I have no idea how you bounced back this fast.” Y/N met his eyes again, his piercing blue eyes held worry, guilt, and softness.

“This isn’t the worst shape I’ve been in, sarge.” Bucky blushed at the nickname, “Also I’m slowly healing myself with my powers internally.”

“So wait, you wasted your healing powers the other day on me, within seconds, and you slowly heal yourself?” She chuckled.

“Why else do you think I was so winded? It’s fine though, if I keep practicing that, I can do it without strain. That’d be handy for missions, right?” She grinned and he couldn’t help but smile back, how could anyone who just got tortured be smiling?

“Yes of course.”

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                       meet stella valentine. 

                                               word count: 1,320. 

sloane rarely thinks of a life before valdez, lest the bitterness that rots in her stomach sprawl out like vines and take hold of her organs. she’ll never give the time on her own any sort of power over her, and the years with her family ? contempt was the first reaction that usually teased in her lungs, but that gave way to disgust that dulled down to a complacent indifference. and that indifference became a deadly tool that begin a ripple effect of plans to take care of them, reach a sense of necessary completion for the most useless chapters in her story. she tried to love them in her youth, she tried hard, but despite impressive acting chops when ryan broke his leg in the third grade, the affection never came.  

her mother, on the other hand, was the only one who seemed capable of hurting her----  a talent that surely didn’t go wasted.

ellis valentine was a coward in dress up as a district attorney easily swayed by the mob ---- a drunkard with a penchant for letting local drug lords stare & gawk at his daughter until she felt compelled to offer the flirtation  (  or  more  )   they desperately craved ; she was an offering, often times collateral damage. ryan and eddie, the two fucking goons, were tall, gangly, and often vacant. on his own, eddie had promise  (  mostly when he was around silas, who was the only male that never expected anything of sloane & thus earned her adoration  )  but his lack of spine made him useless to sloane.

evelyn fairchild never married ellis, a wise call. she gave him two sons and agreed to a third only with the hope that she might finally give birth to a baby girl that could be just like her. evelyn was an alluring creature who likely swayed the cosmos into fulfilling her fantasy, as a tiny little girl was finally placed into her arms three years after the disappointment of edward. big blue eyes and rosy cheeks, she was given a name: stella sloane valentine, something she could envision on a marquee.  

(  as history details, sloane would defiantly drop her first name & exclusively go by her middle around age ten. her mother couldn’t just leave and expect the name she chose to take precedence, the fucking nerve.  )

but evelyn couldn’t stomach the idea that her stella was a real person beyond the baby doll fantasies in her head. stella was temperamental, difficult, volleying between shrieking, destructive outbursts to days of being completely withdrawn. a beautiful thing with chocolate hair and freckled cheeks, sure, but that sickly disdain for her daughter outweighed any aesthetic relief she found. she’ll be a mad thing, but at least she’ll be pretty. such a comfort.

in a sick way, though, the more evelyn pulled away, the more sloane craved even an inkling of affection. a precocious creature, she had written off her father entirely at a very early age: he was viewed as a means to get toys, money, and candy, but little else of purpose was expected of him. the disgust for her brothers, boisterous and happy to look away whenever their sister was in pain, quickly followed.

it was evelyn she clung to, even sneaking occasional sips of gin when she so desperately wanted to mirror the glamour of her mother-----  moments like that amused evelyn, finally seeing a sliver of herself in this damned girl, and the first bit of advice sloane received from her mother, age five, was that olives really brought out the flavor of a dry martini.

(  in her latest breakdown, she chucked a jar of olives out the window and a feral smile sprouted over her face when she heard it crash against the cement. fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.  )

on her seventh birthday, nothing was planned. her father was held up at work, her brothers busied themselves by pissing in the pond behind their house, and evelyn, as it turned out, was making her escape.

‘  mommy  ?  ’  the word spilled out weakly as the tiny girl pushed the door to her bedroom open and found a suitcase flung on her bed, expensive clothing and perfumes neatly packed inside. evelyn had been waiting. she wanted her stella to know . . . and she wanted it to know it was her fault.

‘  do you know what disappointment means, stella  ?  ’  when sloane remained quiet, evelyn pressed,  ‘  today. you woke up expecting cake, balloons, presents, but you have none of that. nobody even wished you a happy birthday. that’s disappointment, and you should get used to the feeling.  ’  evelyn went on to inform her daughter that she had told ellis and the boys not to acknowledge sloane today ; that she had a lesson to learn. contempt, because they listened.

‘  that’s how you make me feel. every single day. you were my only hope, and you’ve become my biggest failure. so you need to understand, stella, what you’ve done to me. i bet you feel so awful right now, so you can only imagine how the past seven years have been.  ’  she spoke softly, a strange tenderness as she twirled through the room for the last of her belongings.  ‘  i won’t tell anyone, though. i’ll let you father believe it was his fault. that fact that you’re useless to me  ?  that can be our secret, little stel.  ’

each time she uttered the name, the tiny girl could feel herself distance from it. 

wet, soppy tears slithered down round cheeks, and for a moment, it seemed as if a touch of humanity had finally discovered her mother ; the beautiful brunette crouched down and took her daughter’s damp face in her hands.  ‘  oh, stella, don’t do that. don’t cry over someone who never loved you. i’ll never cry over you, darling. hold onto that, this pain will be invaluable one day. you’ll see.  ’  no kisses, no hugs, just a tap to her nose before she was back on her feet, slipping on her dark sunglasses and exhaling in relief.  ‘  i hated this room. i hated your father. i hated when you’d come in here, it was like a cacophony of awful sounds, listening to the two of you breathe in the night.  ’

tiny stella was reduced to a sobbing, solitary mess in the center of the room, and evelyn grew tired of the sight. she wanted out of this wretched place, from her ungrateful daughter and her useless sons and her deadbeat lover. 

only a single scarf was left behind, smelling of chanel no. 5 and slightly stained with lipstick. sloane tried to chase after her mother’s car to return the discarded item, but evelyn waved it off, muttering something about something to be remembered by. as if sloane wanted any memory of her at all.

all thoughts of evelyn fairchild had been hastily tucked away in the depths of sloane’s untouched memories, consequentially forgotten----  except from hideous, embarrassing moments when slivers of that woman slipped through.

when sloane packed up the items in her apartment, preparing for a new phase in her relationship, she came across one tiny box covered in large, red X’s and sad faces, bad bad BAD !! scrawled across the front,  likely the outcome of a bad moment that she was left to her own devices. given the high she’d been riding, it felt like an okay time to open the box and have a decent laugh about what Bad Sloane could’ve have ever deemed so wickedly untouchable.

a single scarf and the faint scent of expensive perfume tumbled out, the garment falling into her lap weakly. for a moment, she suspected she might cry or scream or break every mirror in her apartment.

instead, a smile spread over her lips and pained her cheeks from the potency of it.

-----------  it was time to return the scarf to its rightful owner.

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A 3 part Jeriday Fluff?

Part 1 Part 2 

Warning Part 3 is a bit lengthy: 

“You’re where Jeremy? I can barely hear you. Speak up, dammit!” Doc yelled into the phone at his ear.

Jeremy sidestepped in the well hoping that spot would give him better reception. “I’m in the well!” he yelled. “I had one of my feelings about Bobo so I wanted to come check on him, but it didn’t go so well.”

There was silence on the other end of the line so Jeremy wasn’t even sure his message went through. Being in the bottom of this well wasn’t so hardcore after all. There was nothing hardcore about the feeling of dread. The darkness also had this way of slowly vignetting itself until finally you were completely enveloped even though if you looked up you could still see a sliver of light in the sky. Jeremy shivered and cursed the pieces of metal in his body. He should have taken more precautions, but he was more worried about the fact that Bulshar may have been lurking about the well. He wasn’t necessarily protecting Bobo, but Jeremy also didn’t want the demon getting his hands on the powerful revenant. Too late for that now. Bulshar and Bobo are probably congregating with the rest of the revenants as the darkness of the well enveloped Jeremy some more.

Suddenly, a rope dangled before his eyes. He wasn’t sure if he saw it, but he reached his hand out and it touched something. “Man, I failed this in PE, but here goes nothing.” Jeremy began to lift himself up the rope, realizing that someone else was also helping pull from the top of the well. “That’s gotta be Dolls,” Jeremy murmured to himself.

To his surprise it was only Doc Holliday lifting him up and out of that well. “I am putting cement in that well. In fact, I am going to get me some dynamite and blow it to smithereens.”

“Give me a moment to breathe Doc. Just give me a moment.” “Of course, Jeremy. As you wish. Do you need anything else? I’ve got water in the back seat of Charlene. I’ve also got a blanket.”

“A blanket. I don’t need that right now. Right now I need to find a way to make myself immune to Bobo’s telekinesis powers. I have metal in my hands, my knees, and my head, Doc. Three of the worst places possible. I thought maybe the distance between up here and down there,” Jeremy points at the bottom of the well. “I thought it would keep me safe, but it didn’t. Bobo was able to manipulate the metal in me, Doc. He used my hands to pry off the wood and after that it was all a blank. I don’t know how he got out exactly because it was me pushing off the wooden door and then darkness. The bottom of that well, is so not hardcore Doc. I’m sorry, if I ever trivialized that experience.”

Doc simply reached for Jeremy’s shoulders and grabbed him into a hug. An emotional gesture that Doc didn’t express too often. Jeremy on the other hand desperately wanted this hug for a multitude of reasons. The number one reason currently being that it felt safe here in Doc’s arms. The second reason being that it just dawned on Jeremy that Doc came racing to him the second he called for help. The third reason being, man it felt so safe in this cowboy’s arms. Jeremy resisted the urge to kiss Doc’s mustached face, because a part of him knew that it wasn’t the right time. He’d have to work on the timing for that some where down the road.

“Doc, as much as love this little squeeze fest, I really gotta get back. We need to locate Bobo and see what he’s up to,” Jeremy tried to wiggle from Doc’s grasp. He loosened a bit but kept a hold of Jeremy by the shoulders as if he were afraid Jeremy was going to lose his equilibrium at any moment.

“We’re going to stand right here and you’re going to tell me Jeremy, why you would come here and do such a stupid stupid thing?” Doc had that dad voice going on and Jeremy had to bite his tongue for a moment. Biting his tongue was his way of turning on his filter guard. Otherwise sometimes if he didn’t then it was “no filter Jeremy” spewing out useless facts or even spewing out awkward and embarrassing flirtations. It’s the story of my life, Jeremy thought.

“As you know, I sense things Doc. It’s just how I’ve always been. I sensed that Bulshar was going to be here to release Bobo from the well, but I never foresaw my role in that escape. In fact, I wonder if I was given a false premonition by the demon. Doc, please, can we get away from this well now? I want to start working on something, maybe a serum of sorts to like cloak the metal within me, because Doc I do not want to feel the influence of another on my mind or limbs ever again. I do not want to see the bottom of that dark well ever again.”

“I like to see that Jeremy Chetri is being very hardcore about this,” Doc smiled. Impressed by Jeremy’s calm attitude. “I’m very happy, but I still think you should spend the night with me at Shorty’s again. Just in case. Even just one night in the dark can stir a whole slew of nightmares.”

“Okay, Doc, whatever you say. Let’s get out of here,” Jeremy grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to Charlene. Doc let him but before they got in the car he had one more thing to remind Jeremy of.

“Jeremy,” Doc looked to him over the top of the car. “You know I won’t let Bobo harm you. You don’t have to worry about him. It seems I might have to figure out more creative ways to keep the bastard from causing trouble. He’s going to wish he were still at the bottom of that well.”

Jeremy stared at Doc for several moments as if he were in recharging mode. Then he finally muttered, “You’re still a gorgeous idiot. Now, drive.”

—

“Doc, I only spent ten minutes or so in that well and sure it felt like eternity, but I’m not sure all of this light is necessary. Besides, when did you get all the candles?” Jeremy looked around the small apartment upstairs from the bar.

“Just earlier when you were debriefing Dolls about the Bobo situation. I knew you were coming over here and so I went to that small store on the corner of Main and bought some candles. Lord knows I needed all the light when I emerged from that damned well.”

Jeremy was moved by the gesture yet confused by the suddenly caring Doc who was giving him attention since Wynonna bolted for a bit. Also Rosita disappeared, but Jeremy wasn’t even sure if that meant Doc was single. Why did it matter anyway? There might be small moments that you could cling to like this one right now, but it wasn’t like it was going to be something solid. In your dreams, Jeremy.

“Well,” Jeremy sighed. “If I end up sleeping here tonight we’re going to have to put these out. It’s a fire hazard waiting to happen. For now, we can enjoy it.” Jeremy sat down at the small table designed for two in the kitchen. Doc took the chair across from him.

“Jeremy, ten minutes in that well is long enough. Over 100 years is far worse than you could possibly imagine so I am thankful for the technological advances of this world such as the cellphone that you called me on.”

“Doc, I told you I’m fine. I’ll live through this. I just feel horrible for being the one that let Bobo out,” Jeremy admitted. “Dolls reamed me. And not in the good way.”

Doc gave Jeremy a perplexed look, but then the joke sort of clicked in his mind. “Was that a sexual remark about Deputy Marshal Dolls?”

“Probably,” Jeremy said. Sometimes words came out of his mouth but he hadn’t processed saying them.

“Well, the Deputy Marshal, will forgive you. All of us don’t blame you. You followed a gut instinct. That instinct wasn’t entirely wrong,” Doc explained.

“Thanks, Doc. You’re always sticking up for me,” Jeremy grinned.

“Now are you sure you’re all right? Nothing else that we need to talk about.”

“John Henry Holliday, for the love of Optimus Prime, I am fine! You’re the one who spent over 100 years in that well and did a stint in Hell so please feel free to talk to me when you’re ready.”

“I do not deserve that sympathy,” Doc told him. “Especially coming from a man such as yourself. One I could rely in any life time.”

“Indeed you can, Doc. I’m here to stay.” Jeremy froze to his chair as Doc stood from his. The blue-eyed cowboy stood in front of Jeremy a moment. “What are you doing?” Jeremy’s voice was barely audible. It sounded more like a squeak escaping his lips.

“Something I might regret later, but hell we’re one fucked up family anyway,” Doc laughed and leaned in closer. Jeremy could feel the mustache on his face then lips on his. It was a small kiss. Nothing wild. Jeremy liked it that way. A small kiss. Doc stood back up.

Jeremy remained stuck. To. the. chair. Unmoving. “I feel like a prince who just received his fairy tale wish. My cowboy with two shiny guns and pointy knives finally kissed me in real life.” Doc shook his head and half-smirked. This boy and his trains of thoughts were something. Half the time Doc didn’t know what Jeremy was talking about but he usually ‘googled’ it later or looked at the Wikipedia for it.

“Doc!” Jeremy blurted out. “What!” Doc blurted back from inside the fridge. He had a hankering for a glass of sweet tea.

“Am I dreaming?” Jeremy asked. “No, sir, you are not. I just kissed you. Now, don’t get your knickers in a twist about it. I wanted to do it and I sensed you’ve wanted it for awhile now.” Doc sipped his tea.

“Let’s not over analyze…it’s just a crush. A crush…” Jeremy started to sing a song. It wasn’t one of his favorites. He actually preferred Kanye but his mind stored an overabundance of music like a computer hard drive. There was a song in particular about Doc that he played over and over in his mind.

“Save a horse, ride a cowboy,” Jeremy chuckled to himself, still stuck in wonderland as he sat, stuck to that same chair.

“Excuse me, Jeremy. Was that another sexual remark?” “Youtube it,” Jeremy giggled and looked at Doc. “I can’t believe you kissed me.”

“Want me to do it again?” Doc rolled his eyes and pulled Jeremy up from the chair by the strings of his jacket. He pressed his lips to Jeremy’s again.

“My god, that’s amazing.” Jeremy said proudly. “So amazing, but that mustache really does tickle my face. It’s something Wynonna thought too but was always afraid to tell you.”

“Good to know,” Doc smirked. “That doesn’t mean Jeremy wants me to stop kissing him?”

“Uh, no, absolutely not. I’d have that mustache tickle me all day if that means your lips are on mine. Thank you very much,” Jeremy did his little awkward bouncing on his feet. Doc went in for another kiss. “Hey, Doc,” Jeremy interrupted by pressing against his shoulders. “Do you think you could give me more shooting lessons? I’ve already worked up defensive fighting lessons with Dolls, but I think I need to work more on my firearms as well. Maybe even a little knife throwing, speaking of which, I was thinking about how we also need to make your knives immune to Bobo’s powers so we don’t get a knife in your hand scene all over again. Also, I think-“ Doc put a finger to his lips.

“Jeremy, has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?” Doc pressed his finger harder to Jeremy’s lips. “That is a question that does not need to be answered. For the love of Optimus Prime would you shut up.”

“You said Optimus Prime. Did you watch Transformers? Did you?” Jeremy couldn’t resist.

“Oh, I give up. Chatter away my adorable friend,” Doc sank into the kitchen chair nearest him. This was going to be a long night.