#or holding my hands out in front of me in the rough dimensions of a thing i need. then i look down at my hands & play charades with past me

[paulyenvol6]

On Your Terms

All you want tonight is for Joel to be rough with you and although he is reluctant at first, not wanting to cause you any pain, he complies, giving you a night of sensation and thrill.

Contains: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (m & f receiving), pain kink, rough deepthroat, crying, Joel is very rough but reader encourages him to, mentions of physical discomfort but it's a kink, dirty talk, degradation, daddy kink, choking, overstimulation, slapping, mentions of a safe word, aftercare

Wordcount: 7,049

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You blinked a few times and rolled on your side, limbs stretching as you yawned open-mouthedly.

For some strange reason you felt frustrated and discontent but couldn't exactly figure out why.

Joel. You wished Joel was next to you and when you slowly sat up on the bed you realised you craved more than just his presence.Your head was spinning and it took you a second to collect yourself when you got up, because you had been lying on the bed for half an hour, turning from side to side in boredom, not knowing what to do with the time. But now you had a clear goal in mind and headed towards the living room, feet dragging over the floor.

"Joel?" you asked as you peaked inside and your heart jumped when you saw him sitting on the couch, a book in his hand and his eyebrows lifting when he darted at you.

"You alright?" he asked, instant concern showing in his expression.

He was always like that; looking out for you and worrying about your welfare, no matter how many times you told him you didn't need it. You secretly enjoyed his treatment, though, which you were pretty sure Joel was aware of as well.

"Yes. Just need you," you whispered, standing awkwardly in front of him, but then he chuckled and took your hand in his, squeezing your fingers gently.

"Then come here, baby."

He pulled you to sit on the couch, your back situated against his chest and a strong arm immediately reached to wrap around your waist, pushing you against his broad body.

"Mhmm… my sweet girl," he mumbled against your nape, smelling your hair and holding you with such a firmity that it got under your skin in more levels than simply feeling comforted and cared for. You wanted him. And you wanted him hard, preferably feeling him with every inch of your skin and muscle of your body.

"Joel," you therefore whispered, way too needy to play it cool and wait for him to initiate anything.

"Yeah?" he said, his hand coming to rest on your lower belly where it splayed out to move you impossibly closer to him.

"I want you," you mumbled, peaking over your shoulder to watch his expression and a shudder going through your body when a smirk creeped up on his face.

"Mhmm you naughty girl," he grinned and buried his face in your hair. "So that's what you came to me for? I thought you just wanted to cuddle for a bit but of course my pretty girl has more in mind…"

His low voice increased your lust in indescribable ways and you unconsciously started to rock your ass against his center although you didn't have a lot of freedom to move due to his strong grip around you.

"Please, I need you. Please, daddy."

Perhaps this was the moment when Joel understood the dimensions of your desire because you felt his fingers dig deeper into your flesh, almost so hard that it hurt, but that was exactly what you wanted.

His left hand moved up your side stopping under your arm and then trailing a finger over the side of your breast.

"Yeah? You need your daddy? It's that bad?"

A quiet whine left your mouth, your heartbeat roaring in your ear and adrenaline shooting through your veins making you hyper-aware of your surroundings and therefore each brush over your clothed skin and each word that sounded so intimate out of his mouth.

You found that this was one of Joel's superpowers, or rather superweapons. He managed to make the most normal thing sound like it came from a porno. All he had to do was lower his voice and he could talk about grocery shopping and make you press your thighs together to defeat the throbbing heat in between.

That was exactly what was happening right now. Your body was tense, your pussy already urgently yearning for release although he hadn't even started yet.

"C'mon, babygirl. Want you to use your voice for me," Joel encouraged you and ran a hand over your thigh.

"Yes. I need you, daddy. And I… I need it to hurt."

It wasn't a surprise to you that he hesitated. He always did that when you wanted him to be very rough with you, so you just prayed that he would be in the mood tonight and wouldn't make you suffer for too long.

"Baby…," he sighed, gently turning your head so he could see your face.

"Please, Joel," you pleaded, not using his nick name on purpose so he would know that this really was you speaking and you weren't just mindlessly demanding it because you happened to be very horny tonight.

"I really want it. I wanna… I want to feel the pain, please."

Joel chewed on his bottom lip clearly fighting with himself and you could pretty much tell what was going on behind his forehead.

It was basically the same discussion every time; he loved you and wanted to give you the world and that included doing whatever you wanted from him in the bedroom. And if this was being rough with you he wanted to fullfil this wish too. But the big problem he had was that he simply didn't want to hurt you. He was haunted by the fear of it being too much for you or that he was doing something you didn't actually like despite your assurances.

"Jesus…" he sighed rubbing over his eyes and then turned your whole body around so the two of you were face to face.

"You know I want you to feel good, right?"

You nodded reaching for his big hand just to have physical contact with him.

"But you know I just don't like seeing you in pain," he whispered stroking your cheek with his left hand.

"But I like it so much, Joel, please. I enjoy it. It's what I want."

There was still a doubtful glance in his eyes but given the way he dropped his shoulders, you knew you had already won.

"You really do? And you're sure you're in the mood for it tonight?" he craved further confirmation and then sighed when you nodded, your eyes round but full of determination.

"But you knew the safe word. And how this is gonna work."

You shook your head in agreement again but Joel wasn't satisfied yet and held your face to make you look at him.

"I want ya to say it, baby. I needa make sure you knew the rules."

You watched him under your lashes, the anticipation already bubbling in your stomach, but you couldn't quite let it engulf you yet, having to make sure Joel was fully into it as well before you let your lust take over.

"The safe word is red. You're only gonna stop if I say it. Yellow means I don't want you to stop but I want you to slow down. Green means everything is fine."

He nodded in approvement and leaned in to kiss your hairline.

"Yes. And don't be scared to use the safe word if you need it. It's what it's there for."

"Yes daddy," you answered softly which was the starting signale for the both of you.

Joel took your face in both of his rough hands, kissing you gently but you were more than familiar with the way he could devour your mouth in one moment and dominate it in the next. And you couldn't have been more right; his mouth aggressively clashed against yours, so that you would have moved backwards if his hands around your face hadn't prevented it.

Soon his tongue demanded entrance and once you granted it he shoved it into your mouth, teeth crashing against teeth and his tongue not hesitating to dominate your mouth. It was a heated kiss but just the kind you were craving right now. When you felt his hands traveling down to grab your waist a croaked whine left your throat and you swore you could feel Joel smirk against your lips.

"You want this to hurt, huh?" he growled, his hot breath brushing over your chin.

"Yes," you moaned and squealed as he grabbed your left breast, roughly kneading the flesh through your t shirt and grazing with his nails over your nipple.

"Lay on your back. Head on the armrest."

He pulled away from you so suddenly that you instantly felt cold but then were quick to follow his order and moved to lay down just the way he wanted you to. You bent your neck to watch what he was doing and your pussy painfully clenched when you saw him unbuckle his belt, his swift fingers pulling down his jeans and briefs in one quick movement.

Only then did his gaze return to you and he bit his lip at the way you wriggled on the couch, touch-starved and needy for him. Joel walked to stand next to the couch, your head upside down and close to his center, but before he did anything, his hand connected with your chin, tilting your face and caressing the soft skin of your cheek.

"You know you can tap out if it's too much. I wanna give you what ya want but I don't want ya to get seriously injured, okay? Tap my thigh twice if you want me to stop."

You moved with your head showing him that you took his words to heart and then crawled closer towards him, your mouth almost drooling for his thick long cock that looked so endearing from this angle.

"Say it, baby. C'mon, you know that this is important. I'm only gonna do this if you cooperate with me. If I ask you a question or tell you somethin' important I want to hear vocally that you understood me."

You gulped, head resting on the armrest, and looked up at his face from your upside-down position, quickly clearing your throat before he could back out.

"Yes. I heard it. M'gonna tap your thigh twice if I want you to stop."

"Good girl," Joel whispered which made your heart skip a beat and at this point your eyes filled with tears, the need to feel him down your throat never having been larger.

"Then open your mouth. Wide," he commanded and he hadn't even finished the sentence before your lips parted, your whole body trembling with excitement.

Your pupils darted at his face while he pumped himself a few times and then pushed the red tip of his cock past your lips, your nostrils immediately flaring so you could breathe through your nose instead of your throat and would be able to take him as deep as possible.

And Joel did go deep. It seemed like he sincerely wanted to do you the favor of giving you the rough treatment tonight because the tip of his dick already grazed the back of your throat in the first go. You hadn't expected it and choked, your fingers pressing into the side of the couch as your teary eyes blinked hectically.

That's a good girl..." you heard Joel's deep voice and looked up at him, his face contorted with pleasure.

He was balls deep inside your throat now, not moving to savour the moment and although you felt like you were about to throw up, you triumphed. This was what you had wanted tonight and Joel really seemed to be in a gracious mood. But that didn't mean that what you were going through right now was easy. His tip kissed the back of your throat in a way that made your whole body tense and your hips shift, your jaw soon aching from the stretch of his thick girth and you couldn't breathe.

Joel made you suffer for a few more seconds before bottoming out, giving you a second to take a deep breath and then sliding back in no less carefully than the last time. A pornographic sound echoed off the walls as his slick dick slid past your lips and he moaned loudly as your warmth enveloped him again, your mouth welcoming him so firmly each time he thrust in.

"Ohhh fuck… that's right, babygirl. S'fuckin' perfect."

You panted loudly, struggling to adjust to his thickness and fearing that you would gag but Joel seemed to somehow know exactly when it was too much and backed out every time you doubted you could hold much longer.

Your face was a complete mess, saliva running from the corners of your mouth and dripping onto the floor, his precum smeared all over your chin and traces of tears glistening on your cheeks, but neither of you cared. In fact, the filthiness and obscenity only fueled your lust as you were getting off on the feeling of being used like a rag doll.

Joel had his hands on your body the entire time, either massaging your breasts through your shirt and twirling your nipples between his fingers or holding you in place if need be by wrapping a hand around your neck. Your insides seemed to deliciously twist every time he did it because it made the tightness in your throat feel even more thrilling and sensational.

That was why your eyes rolled back when he squeezed and although all of your noises were muffled by his length, Joel could swear he could hear you moan around him, the vibrations making his dick throb.

"Yeah… Makin' a goddamn mess all over yourself, babygirl. But I know it makes your pussy clench, mhm?"

You quietly whimpered, buckling up your hips, your toes curling into the couch and when your own hand rested on top of his he losened up while pulling out a little, allowing you to inhale which you did so heavily that Joel felt bad for a brief moment before remembering that you had asked for this.

He didn't know what kind of fucked-up things were going on in your head but he‘d had this discussion with you a million times already. You liked it when he hurt you and Joel was at a point where he felt he had no choice but to believe it was the right thing to do to act accordingly. Hence, he worked himself inside your throat again, ignoring your loud and rapid panting, as well as the way your throat tensed around him, instead just taking from you what he wanted.

Once he was snug inside you, retching sounds receiving him and your wet eyes staring up to him almost pleadingly, he waited, controlling his racing heart and then groping your left breast again.

"Use your tongue. Around my shaft, just the way daddy likes it…," he mumbled and threw his head back when he felt your tongue twirl around his glans.

"Just like that…"

You didn't even know how you did it yourself because you believed that your mouth was unable to move an inch, fearing that you would get sick all over him in case you did, but when you heard Joel's praise you continued with a new determination, solely focused on pleasing him instead of your gag reflexes.

You were deep in it now, sucking his dick with a steady rhythm and Joel allowed you to take control for a moment, toying with your chest and contently watching you swallow his length until he put a hand on your head and slowly pulled out of your mouth.

In response you whined, eyes searching for his leaking cock that you had enjoyed playing with so much that you were about to demand more but before you could Joel shut you up by rubbing his tip over your lips and you rejoiced, licking and kissing it.

"You did wonderful, babygirl," he said, sounding like he was out of breath, lightly tapping the corner of your mouth with his tip, enjoying stroking the wetness that covered your lower face. He didn't bother to clean you up before stepping backwards to take off the remaining clothes on his body which were his shirt and jeans.

"Shirt off, hon," he shortly demanded and you immediately reached for the hem of your top, pulling it over your head and letting it drop to the ground right next to the couch.

Apart from that you didn't move at all, eagerly waiting for his next move. Once Joel was done he approached you again, his eyes dark and determined with a predetory glistening that made you rub your feet together, craving any kind of friction.

"Please," you quietly whined when he climbed to kneel on the couch with one knee towering over you and smiling down at you, the sudden softness that was visible on his face being a stark contrast to the current circumstances.

"What," he breathed bringing a hand to your leg and trailing it up until he reached the inside of your thigh, teasingly scratching with his nails against the rough fabric of your jeans.

That was the moment when you started to shift again and although you knew that Joel wouldn't be thrilled by the content of your demand you expressed it nevertheless.

"Please don't," you quickly stated and jerked away from him.

"You don't want me to touch you?" he asked clearly confused, a big crease appearing between his eyebrows.

"I do. But I… I don't want you to prepare me. I wanna feel the stretch of you," you said, your voice surprisingly stable and your eyes anxiously darting at your boyfriend. To your fortune he didn't immediately refuse and instead formed a pout with his lips.

"Mhmm…," he made and removed his hands from your thigh to open your jeans instead.

"You really are a dirty l'il girl. You want it to sting real bad, mhm?"

Your heart fluttered, sinful images showing up in your head and everything happened way too slowly for your taste. It almost looked like he was doing it in slow motion when Joel pulled down your jeans and you were quick to kick them off your ankles.

"I want you to be rough, daddy. Wanna get it hard. Please s'what I need."

He smirked crookedly and then hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear running his eyes over the dark patch that your wetness had created, almost looking regretful.

"Even though I love tasting her so much…," he sighed, trailing his thumb over your folds but you quickly jerked away, defiant and accusing eyes flashing at him.

"Please daddy. You said you'd do it."

Joel sighed, dropping his shoulders and then delivered a sharp slap on your pussy that made a delicious sting spread in your core, hot burning desire coiling right where he had hit you. That was what you wanted and you were quick to tell him by softening your eyes.

"I need you so badly, daddy."

Another smack came down on your cunt, this time right on your clit and you wriggled beneath him, your body arching to give him better access. Eventually Joel roughly shoved down your panties repeating the motion and slapping you again. He didn't love what you demanded of him but at the same time knew that you were absolutely drenched for him so he didn't worry too much about seriously hurting you. This was what turned you on after all.

Then Joel settled himself between your legs, your thighs eagerly spread wide for him to show him how much you craved it, and by this time you had cracked him. He was too goddamn weak for your perfect pussy and seeing your flushed and swollen skin, your puffy folds and your sore clit - a consequence of his slaps - made his cock twitch.

"Look at that…," he sighed laughing at the way you whined in frustration as he examined your pussy instead of finally shoving it inside of you.

"Please daddy. Please, give it to me."

Joel snorted and then, before you could prepare yourself for it, smacked your cheek, making your head turn. Seconds later his handprint appeared on your already flushed skin and although your eyes were stinging with tears you looked beyond satisfied and the restless movements of your hips showed him that he was giving you exactly what you wanted instead of punishing you.

"Alright, lemme give it to ya," Joel said under breath and then without a lot of teasing aligned his throbbing cock with your pussy and pushed into you in one go.

The wetness drooling between your thighs made it easy for him to slide in and yet he saw your eyes sprang open at the stretch, your hands holding on to his bicep and your mouth agape when he started to fuck you without giving you any time to adjust.

This was the moment Joel always felt the worst because your face was drawn with pain, your eyes teary and your whole body tense but he couldn't stop. He knew that you would complain if he did and so he thrusted in you, ignoring his bad conscience and focusing on hitting you with the right angle to find your g spot.

"C'mon babygirl, lemme hear you," he growled in your ear, picking up the speed when you began to move your hips according to his thrusts.

"J-Joel," you choked, wide eyes staring up to him, your chest buckled up and your hands clenched in fists. You weren't in serious pain of course, but the thickness of his dick guaranteed a slight ache every time he fucked you and didn't allow you to get used to his girth which was convenient because this was what brought you the thrill.

He always felt good inside of you, but this was exciting, electrifying. Astounding. This was what made you skin prickle and your nerves light. This was what made a rush surge through your body and made you feel alive.

"Yes," you whimpered feeling his dick so deep inside of you, you were certain you could feel a bulge if you pressed hard enough down on your stomach.

Fortunately, Joel knew you so well by now and immediately understood your cravings when he saw your eyes dart downwards, his large hand sprawling across your belly and gently applying pressure. You writhed, the hair in your neck standing up and your fingertips buzzing so hard that you buried them in the palm of your hands.

"Please Joel," you whispered, a lifeless arm reaching towards him.

He grabbed your wrist with his free hand, pressing it against your chest but you shook your head, glossy eyes begging him to do what you couldn't express right now.

"What, babygirl? Tell me what you need…," he purred, delivering sharp and deep thrusts in your aching cunt that bruised your walls in the best and most phenomenal way.

"Fuck, Joel," you whined, your legs closing around his hips but he was quick to push you down by your knees, giving him access to do with your pussy as he saw fit.

"Use your fuckin' voice," he grunted and slapped your thigh hard.

"My neck… Please choke me…," you begged and then gasped when his hand instantly and without any discussions about it wrapped around your throat, cutting off your air supply.

It only added to the high of it all because now you literally felt him everywhere. It was like Joel was pushing you further, moving close to the fine line that separated pleasure from pain and to your delight he didn't hesitate to cross that line from time to time, squeezing out your emotions and reactions without it becoming too much to handle.

At times you were almost about to break down, your hand already lingering at his wrist to signal him to decrease the intensity but Joel managed to figure out when you needed more and when to give you a moment to relax.

"What's your color, babygirl?" he asked at one point, his hand loosening around your neck to give you the freedom to speak up.

"Green. Green, Joel, fuck…," you cursed, your head tilting as you felt his finger hover over your clit, the heat his hand radiated already making it hard to breathe and you lifted your hips trying to get him to connect the pats of his digit with your neglected clit.

"Tsk, tsk," he clicked his tongue, laughing about your painful whine as he simply didn't give you what you needed to badly. You frowned when he pushed you down by your hip, your body squirming in order to create friction.

"You said you wanted it to hurt. Remember?"

"Need to come, daddy," you whimpered giving him your best doll eyes and when his hand smacked your clit you were almost relieved about the brief stimulation.

"I know. An' maybe I'll let you."

You were still thinking about his words when Joel suddenly took hold of your waist - his nails biting into your flesh - and manhandled you on your stomach.

"On your fuckin' knees," he growled against your neck, helping you to get on all fours and then immediately working himself inside of you again which made you jerk forwards.

"Jesus fuckin' christ…," he cursed, himself overwhelmed by the new angle that allowed him to reach even deeper and after only 5 or 6 thrusts you already fell forward, not being able to hold yourself up.

Joel granted you this comfort, a hand resting between your shoulderblades to keep you in place. His face was drawn with pleasure and well-aware that you wouldn‘t last much longer, he yanked your head up by your hair which sent painful shockwaves through your body and you cried out.

"You have two options, baby. An' you better think about it carefully. You're either not gonna come at all or you're gonna cum as many times as I want you to. 'N' believe me, I won't stop until I'm satisfied."

Joel could already imagine your answer and still waited for your mushy brain to comprehend the content of his words.

"Wanna cum," you whispered against the cushions, shrieking and jolting away when his hand came down hard on your ass.

"Atta girl…," he chuckled, pulling you backwards by your hips and then fucked you with a new determination.

"Then be a good girl and rub your clit. You want it so badly, don't ya? So get yourself there."

At first, Joel wasn't sure whether you had heard him but then when you hips tensed he knew what you were doing to your poor abused little bundle of nerves.

"There you go angel…," he growled and was almost surprised by how quickly you fell apart for him. It must have been less than a minute when your back bent and your whole body began to uncontrollably shiver and cringe. Joel firmly gripped your hips, preventing you from crawling away and continuing to pound your pussy.

"D-Daddy," you whimpered, nudging your nose against the pillows. Your pussy ached and burned when he made no attempt to stop but at the same time you didn't even think about using your safe word.

"I know, hon," he whispered pressing down on your lower back to force you to arch. "But that's not quite it yet, don't ya think so too? Think you can give me more than that."

Although the pain made your body go taut and your head spin with overload you were soon able to receive beautiful intoxicating pleasure again. This time it was Joel's thick finger that took care of your clit, driving you to your orgasm quicker than his dick could alone.

At first, your nub refused the kind gesture, your jaw clenching tightly and your stomach churning with a hot coil that clung to your center like a disease. But Joel didn't care about your suffering and resolutely pressed his thumb into the sensitive spot.

"Take it, c'mon. Don't ya fight me. I know it hurts but that's what ya want, mhm?"

You nodded tearfully, though Joel was too caught up in his own emotions to notice the slight tilt of your head, his fingers painfully squeezing your hips which surely would leave marks and his hand smacking your ass cheeks over and over again until his handprint was drawn in your skin like a branding.

When you came the second time tonight Joel slipped an arm around your waist, lifting you so your back rested against his chest and holding you through it while waves of pleasure crashed down upon you.

"Fuckkkk, Joel, please, fuck," you sobbed, grasping at his hands while squirming and wriggling in his hold.

He had also wrapped his hand around your neck once again and the sensation became almost unbearable, your head dropping to his shoulder while you allowed him to do with you how he pleased. Joel took advantage of your body being on display for him, a hand reaching to grab your breast. He clasped your nipple with two fingers, creating addicting friction and soon you couldn't help yourself any longer, a long sob escaping your throat as pleasure had taken control of your mind.

"You know your safe word, babygirl," he whispered in your ear, his hips still slapping against your back at a punishing pace but you quickly shook your head, your hair tingling his nose. The corner of Joel's mouth lifted and he relaxed his hand at your neck, supporting you on your knees rather than choking you and then glided it between your legs again to find your wrecked clit, making you flinch at the slightest contact.

"Please," you whined, your legs threatening to give in but he had secured his hold around you as a precaution, keeping you safe and stable in his muscular arms.

"I know s'a lot, honey. But I gave you a choice and you were all greedy and eager to come and so now I'm gonna stop when I feel like it."

At this point your brain was a mess and you couldn't control your hands that were all over his body, pinching and pressing into his flesh, but Joel allowed it, granting you a way to cope with the overwhelming sensation of his touch.

"C'mon," he whispered against your earlob, gently nibbling and humming in satisfaction as he felt you clench around his length.

"I know ya wanna come again. I can feel it. Don't ya hold back, angel. Give it to daddy."

Perhaps it was his encouragement or it was simply the fact that Joel had teased and tortured you for so long that your body was incredibly reactive and responsive to the slightest physical contact such as a light brush of his thumb over your clit, but either way, you collapsed again and this time your eyes fluttered and Joel feared for your well-being so he carefully dropped you to the couch, turning you on your back so he could see your face.

It wasn't that bad, he soon figured, your breath hitching in your throat and your glossy eyes twitching, but he believed that there was no reason to stop yet so he pushed back inside of you which earned him a loud gasp and you coughed a few times.

"What's your color?" he still murmured in your ear, relief creeping up on him as you grabbed his shoulders to make him nestle closer to you.

"Green. Green, daddy, I swear I can take it. Just… Please, need your cum inside of me."

"That's good to hear, babygirl," Joel said, his voice a gentle whisper and you arched as his tip once again kissed your bruised cervix.

"Don't worry, I'll fill your sweet pussy up. But first I need you to come again."

A cry went past your lips, your body tensing and winding underneath him as you shook your head in disagreement.

"I don't think I can daddy," you sobbed, tears creating a veil before your eyes.

"Shhh…," Joel soothed you, his hand lingering at your cheek and his lips leaning in to press a comforting kiss on your brow that did his job perfectly. Your face softened up and your clingy hands searched for his support, grabbing his arms and the need to hear his praise shimmered in your eyes once again.

"Just say the word n'I'll stop. I'll pull out of you immediately. But if you don't say it I will go on and ignore you and fuck this perfect little cunt until I'm satisfied."

The muscles in your chin twitched, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes but you made no attempt to use your safe word.

"No. Don't want you to stop."

"Alright. So you're gonna be a good girl and give me another one. You wanna please your daddy so badly, ain't that right? And I know you just need a l'il bit of help…"

With these words his finger found your clit again, circling it with his thumb and making sure not to pass the sensitive underside. In response you moaned loudly, turning to the side as if to escape his touch but Joel's strong arms dragged you back, leaving you no choice but to take what he gave you.

"S'gonna be better soon…," his words of comfort brushed over your ear, your body trembling so hard, Joel almost felt sorry.

In a record breaking time you were close again and this time Joel finally allowed himself to cross the bridge as well. He pressed you down with his hands on your shoulders - after making sure that your own hand had replaced his on your clit - as you weren't able to lay still anymore.

"Make yourself come. And I swear to god, if you don‘t come with me I'll give you twice as many orgasms as you‘ve just had. Are we clear?"

His words fought their way through your cloudy and dizzy mind, your heart racing while you went in sloppy circles around your bundle of nerves.

"Yeah," you weakly replied, your brain already elsewhere and then the two of you came at the same time. The air in the room was thick and cutting, both of you inhaling greedily in order to be able to function and noises of pleasure echoed against the walls.

"Fuckin' christ," Joel cursed, his hand wrapping around your neck to keep you in place underneath him while he spilled ribbons of his cum into you, the sticky white filling you to the brim until he had fully emptied himself and collapsed on top of you.

"Fuckin' hell… Goddamnit…" His large frame buried you beneath him, his hands caging your head while his mouth pressed a sloppy kiss on your lips.

"That's it… My beautiful perfect girl..."

You, on the other hand, were still catching your breath, your heart racing as the aftershocks of your spectacular orgasm slowly settled and your view blurry as you glanced up into Joel's brown eyes that looked tired but far more energetic than yours which wasn't surprising considering that you had orgasmed four times compared to his one high.

"Daddy," you whimpered in despair although you didn't know what you craved but Joel seemed to. He took hold of your flushed cheeks, caressing your tear-stained face and pulling you in for a deep and gentle kiss. You lay completely flat, your body splayed out on the couch and you flinched when Joel's knee brushed over your mould.

"Lemme take a look at her," he hummed and before you could reply he had crawled down your body, his large hands spreading you for him to examine your fucked out cunt.

The next thing you felt was a jolt shooting through your body and you instantly brought a hand to your mouth biting down hard as Joel licked from your hole up to your clit, savouring your sweet juices on the tip of his tongue. A dull ache spread through your thigh, the sensation and intensity being way too much for you and yet you wouldn't want it any differently.

You wanted to close your legs around him to push him away and forcing him closer to your pussy at the same time. At its core, it was pure cruelty though. Your cunt was screaming and weeping for a minute of rest and so was your mind that almost seemed about to drift off to sleep despite the prickling pressure in your lower belly and thighs. Your organs seemed to vibrate and Joel took notice of your discomfort as well, slowly trailing his tongue through your slit while soothingly rubbing your inner thighs.

"S'okay. Just one more, I promise. Just need you to come on my tongue, baby and then I'll let you rest for as long as you want to."

You squeezed your eyes as if you could flee his haunting touch that way, your toes unnaturally curling as you tried to control your fastened breath.

"I can't. I can't Joel – I – s'too much, I can't take it… Please, I – "

You stopped mid-sentence, your limbs twitching, your nerves tingling and your thoughts completely cut off when he sucked your clit into his mouth, gifting you unbearable pleasure.

"JOEL," you screamed out, his face twisting with satisfaction while still making sure you knew things weren't slipping out of your hands.

"You're still in control of this, honey. You know that. I'll stop if you really want me to, you just gotta say the word…"

You whimpered and threw your head to the side as though you were fighting with yourself but eventually ended up staying silent, surrendering to his touch. It wouldn't take you long to orgasm anyway, you thought and you couldn't have been more right. This whole evening, the ongoing teasing and stimulating of your clit had made you break down and now the slightest touch of his tongue made your pussy clench so it was no wonder you were on the verge soon, all of your senses hypersensitive, your body begging for release and sweat drooling on your forehead and thighs.

"Joel," you said and this time it wasn't just a plea but a warning. This would be your last one and no matter how soft and sweet he made his voice sound, you couldn't physically give him another one.

"Yes, hon. Come for daddy one last time. Don't be scared, I got you."

These words were your final sign to let go and at this point the emotions flooding your system were so familiar and recognisable that you didn't even bother to follow the commands of your body so instead you just clung to the cushions, experiencing yet another thrilling high without letting out any of the moans catching in your throat.

As soon as he saw your back hitting the couch again, the effects of your high slowly fading, Joel instantly stopped, freeing your pussy from the torment and crawling up to you until your faces were on the same level. Your eyes were closed, sweat running down your face and to make sure you knew that it was over now, he kissed your temple, keeping his voice low when he started to whisper.

"You did so well, baby. So fuckin' pretty for me. It's over now… I'm gonna clean ya up and then I'll let you sleep, okay? Just look at me for a second."

You moaned refusing to lift your heavy lids but Joel was persistent, tracing up your cheekbone and running his thumb over your bottom lip.

"C'mon, babygirl. Just needa see that you're fine."

Your lashes flattered, but then you obeyed his request, looking at him with half-lit eyes, his frame indistinct and your pupils seemingly unable to concentrate on the center of his face but it was enough for him.

"Good girl… I'll get a washcloth now and clean up the mess down there. You'll stay right here, okay?"

As if you would be able to move an inch. And yet you nodded, eyelids flinching when you felt the weight of him leave your body and then the next few seconds passed so quickly that it felt like he hadn't even been gone for more than a second. Joel watched your powerless form with a wry grin, then approached you, gently parting your legs to reach between them. You jerked away, afraid to go through another torturous treatment of his, but he quickly stroked up your thigh.

"Relax. Just wanna clean ya up."

That seemed to convince you for now and you allowed him access to your pussy, whining and twitching every time the washcloth made contact with your swollen cunt but Joel talked you through it, soothingly rubbing over your leg with the promise that it would be over soon.

When he was finished, he rushed to the bathroom to put the towel away and then, in a matter of seconds, he was standing next to the couch, grabbing a blanket that was folded on the armchair and covering your with it. You purred like a satisfied cat, clenching your hands around the end of it and pulling it up to your chin. Joel smiled down at you, his heart almost bursting in his chest at the adorable view before kneeling down next to you.

"You want me to stay here with you or do you need a little bit of time to rest alone?"

You hesitated and Joel almost assumed that you had fallen asleep already but then your lips moved, your whiny voice trying to form a sentence.

"Stay. Here with me."

He had secretly prayed for this answer so he fastly complied, carefully lifting your shoulders from the couch so he could slip underneath you and make you lay against his broad chest. A satisfied moan escaped your throat when Joel wrapped his arms around your upper body from behind, hugging you and caressing your arms while repeatedly kissing your hair.

"I love you, baby. I love you so much and I hope I was able to do what you wanted me to do."

You nestled against his collar, your lips curling into a peaceful smile as drowsiness gently tugged at you, offering a soft descent into the land of dreams. You were calm now, his warm and strong body the comfort you craved after the breathless sex you‘d just had.

"I love you, Joel," you replied. "And thank you."

He kissed your scalp in response and then felt you relax in his embrace, both your body and mind finally getting a well-deserved rest.

[monzamash]

lando norris x you rating – mature (sex, coarse language) blurb for monzamusings ✨

“honey, you need to be quiet.”

lando’s head nearly spun off his shoulders at your stern warning, quickly catching his pouty bottom lip between his front teeth, “no no no…” he whined with burning forearms and a sheen of sweat covering his brow.

you don’t know how you ended up in the study of daniel riccardo’s la mansion, riding the man you swore was only a hook-up, on what looked like a stupidly expensive vintage leather lounge. presumably imported from italy, hiding generations of history and secrets – your sinful act now forever stitched into the frayed seams.

or maybe it was the way he stepped into the dimly-lit backyard with that handsome fucking face and a backwards cap; the loosely buttoned down shirt didn't hurt either, showing off prime real estate on his chest you so desperately wanted to mark. his hazel eyes scanned the room before he found yours staring back.

it didn't take long for him to end up by your side and temporarily ease the tension only the two of you could feel. the familiar hand sliding down your back had you tingling, chills cascading down your exposed back while his warm fingertips barely brushed over your hip. he pressed a friendly kiss to your cheek, said hello and it was pathetic, really, the way you curled into his touch, aching already.

"good to see you."

"and you. congrats on the win."

"thank you."

short, to the point. no funny business, just two people having a conversation and telepathically undressing each other.

totally under control.

but really when you zeroed in on the details, the most likely reason for your spontaneous fuck in daniel's study was undoubtedly his teasing lips hovering beside your ear, warm breath tickling your delicate skin as he whispered, “thought of you a lot after the win back in my hotel room.”

there was something innately wicked about lando norris and how quickly he could have you tied in knots behind closed doors, quivering into his calloused fingertips. and with anyone else, you’d be mortified by how quickly you came, arched into his heaving chest while his lips floated beside your ear, spurring you on. but you were both equally hooked on each other, fucked beyond the "casual" label.

“ah baby you feel so good.” lando whimpered through gritted teeth as you fished his cock out of his tight briefs, slid him in with a soft hum and took control. he clawed at your delicious hips rolling over him, again and again, sending him into another dimension entirely.

he looked almost angelic with his ocean eyes clamped shut, eyelashes fluttering over his freckled cheeks as every surge of pleasure twitched at his knitted brows. you knew he was nearing the end of his tether when his pink lips slightly parted and nostrils flared; the deep grumble of pleasure changing from rough and calculated to soft, high pitched whimpers. it was his tell and you’d loved it from the second you heard it – it was desperate, almost adolescent but god it made you shudder with pleasure every time without fail.

“close, honey?”

“uh-huh,” he panted, eyes shut and death gripping your shaking thighs.

“want you to come inside me.”

“uh-huh. yep. god, yes please.” oh, he was detonating.

“feel so full, lan – let me take it,” you coaxed and ran your fingertips along the intricate muscles dancing under the skin of his tensed neck, admiring until his jaw slacked open. maybe you were a bit hasty to cover his mouth with your firm hand, gasping when you met a set of wide, shocked eyes looking up at you.

“baby i’m so sorry.” you pouted but held the pace you knew he needed to get off and he nodded in time with the steamy whimpers he was muffling into palm of your hand.

“you’re so good to me.” he managed to mumble before his strong arm slipped around your waist to hold you down, bottoming out in your slick, tight cunt as he shakily bucked through the blinding white light.

lando frantically hummed praise and adoration in a voice an octave higher than yours as he painted your insides, nipping every inch on your damp neck as he floated down from the clouds, dazed smile etched into that look you knew all too well.

“they won't miss us for another five.”

a//n – y'all bamboozled me right at the end with the poll and i'd already finished writing this one but needy friends to lovers lando will be out soon i promise x

[leriexoxo]

SKZ HEADCANONS

Stray Kids: Enemies with benefits (hyung line)

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AN: We’re talking rage-fueled sex, stifled feelings, mutual denial, and dangerously hot tension. Requests for headcanons are open

Disclaimer: I will not write ABO (or any equally weird stuff)

Let’s go.

Bang Chan – The “Professional” One Who Snaps

• Tries to keep it clean. Civil. “We don’t have to like each other to work together.”

• But you challenge him constantly. Question his leadership. Call him out in front of others. And he hates that it turns him on.

• One night after everyone leaves, you corner him in the studio. His voice is calm but low: “You want something, or you just came to waste my time?”

• You say one thing—“You’re not as perfect as you think you are.”

He pulls you onto his lap and growls, “And you’re not as innocent.”

• When he fucks you, it’s deliberate. Slow, controlled, like he’s proving a point.

“This what you wanted? Getting fucked by the guy you can’t stand?”

Lee Know – The Cold, Catty Menace Who Ruins You

• He lives to get under your skin. Smirks when you mess up. Corrects you with that smug little “Actually…”

• You hate him. Truly. Fully. But you also think about his hands on your throat when you’re trying to sleep.

• It starts with an elevator ride. Just you two. Silent. Glaring. And then his hand slides up your thigh and you don’t stop him.

• He’s mean in bed. “You can’t even argue with me now, huh?”

“Didn’t think you were the type to beg.”

• Grabs your chin to make you look at him when you moan. Bites. Marks. Leaves lipstick stains on your collarbone on purpose. Smiles when people at work notice.

Changbin – The Competitive Gym Bro You Accidentally Fucked

• You two are constantly butting heads. Who’s better, who did more, who works harder.

He flexes. You roll your eyes. You call him a musclehead. He calls you a brat.

• The tension breaks during a gym session. Too much eye contact. Too much panting.

He pins you to the wall mirror, breathless. “Say it again. Call me a dumbass one more time.”

• The sex is intense. Loud. Rough. Sweat dripping down his chest while he holds your legs up with ease.

• Afterward, he still argues with you—but calls you “baby” by accident once and nearly chokes.

Denies it immediately. You don’t let it go.

Hyunjin – The Pretty Boy Who Thinks He’s Better Than You

• Drama. Pure drama. Always makes little comments about your work. Always implies you’re lucky to be on his level.

• The mutual loathing is poetic. You both roll your eyes so hard it’s a miracle they don’t fall out.

• It happens after a night out with coworkers. He lights your cigarette. You say, “Didn’t think you had it in you to be nice.”

He blows smoke in your face and says, “You don’t know anything about me.”

Ten minutes later, you’re in the backseat of his car, moaning his name.

• He’s filthy. Slow strokes, whispered filth in your ear, hand on your jaw so you have to look at him.

“You wanna act tough at work, but here? You’re just a slut for me.”

• After sex, he always adjusts your clothes like he didn’t just rail you into another dimension. Back to enemies mode.

“Don’t be late tomorrow. I won’t cover for you.”

[deathmetalunicorn1]

You can ignore this if it's too much, but I remember you writing a small request involving a Percy Jackson crossover with Record of Ragnarok? One where a child of Loki falls into the Ragnarok dimension? Well... can I request something similar?

Like instead of just the child of the god falling through a portal alone, their mortal mother gets dragged along.

Like a child of Hades or Poseidon, since in the books (excuse me my knowledge on PJO is a bit faded) Neither of these gods are supposed to have kids because of an oath. So, when Zeus found out, he tries to kill the demigod child along with their mother, only for the pair to fall through a portal into Valhalla... where a different version of their father lives.

Neither Hades or Poseidon are prepared for the sudden fatherhood, but they're charmed by their new child... and the child's mother.

-It had been a chance encounter, running with your mother, the two of you trying to get away from the enraged Zeus, while your ‘father’ did nothing, not willing to stand against his brother.

-It wasn’t your fault that your father, Poseidon, had ignored the rule set by the Greek gods in not having anymore children, making demigods like you. It wasn’t your fault that you were born, and your mother raised you on her own.

-However, Zeus was not to be reasoned with, not willing to listen to your words or your mothers, as the two of you were more easily taken care of compared to his brother.

-You were desperate for help from anyone as you clutched your mother’s hand, trying to flee from a god, and by the grace of someone merciful, a swirling portal appeared in the pond you were hiding near, glowing brightly with sparkles.

-You hesitated, only for a moment before holding onto your mother, “Let’s go mama!” she was scared too, but held your hand as the two of you leapt into the portal which closed instantly behind you.

-You landed hard on your rear and your mother behind you, landing a bit more gracefully before you opened your eyes and froze, seeing Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon there, but they were different, they weren’t like the ones from your world.

-You immediately stood, standing in front of your mother to protect her, your eyes sharp as Zeus approached, an amused look on his face, “Oh ho~~~ seems like this is another one of the demigod children from another world. It looks like you two have had a rough time.”

-You were distrusting of these three before Hades came over, offering an explanation on how a few portals had opened from your world to this world, for the children of the gods, bringing them here where it’s safer for them.

-Your mother put her hand on your shoulder, listening to them, “Are we truly safe here?” Hades nodded softly, seeing her concern and she relaxed, sighing softly.

-Zeus felt a bit sheepish when you told him how that Zeus had been the one chasing you two, trying to kill you despite it was your father, Poseidon who broke the rule.

-When Zeus heard that Poseidon was your father, he was quickly on the ground, dying from laughter, pointing at Poseidon who looked surprised to learn this, that you were his child from another world.

-Poseidon knew it was karma for being kind of a pain all these years when he agreed to take you both in, as you were his child, that you were a sassy pants, not trusting him as you hated the Poseidon from your world for abandoning your mother.

-You were a bright child however, full of life and personality, despite it being a rough personality at times, but Poseidon could see so much of himself in you, as you were determined, and you loved the ocean.

-Surprisingly, your mother warmed up to Poseidon pretty quickly, as she was witty and sassy as well, being able to take the god by surprise a few times in their conversations and it was hard for him not to fall for her.

-You were, not surprisingly, a little salty about this, as you didn’t fully trust this Poseidon, thinking he was like your real sperm donor, but your parents took it all in stride, letting you cope in your own time but not forcing you.

-It took time, as well as meeting some of the other kids from your world who came to this world, to learn that these gods were not the same as the gods back in your original world. They were willing to be parents to the children who were abandoned.

-Poseidon took you out one day, on a suggestion from your mother, for ice cream and as the two of you sat on the beach together, you turned your head away from him, “Thanks dad.”

-He almost dropped his ice cream but when he looked at you, you were still turned away, your face bright red, showing that you were a bit shy with showing emotion, just like him. He just lifted a hand to your head, ruffling softly, as the two of you enjoyed your treat.

[the-power-of-a-pen]

A Way Home

Fandom: Spiderverse

Summary: Following the loss of his alternate universe daughter, Miguel is reluctant to risk letting anyone close to him and breaking canon again. However, as most anomalies are returned to their universes, there's the issue of you. You don't have a universe to return to. So, after having you on his team for half a year, he adopts you as his child.

Word Count: 4654

Pairing?: Father-child relationship btwn Miguel and gn! reader.

Trigger Warnings: Some cursing, reader is hinted to having a traumatic past (very briefly and vaguely described), 1 reference to reader as "Spiderman" (meant as a gender-neutral phrase)

A/n: This turned out to be longer than I had planned b/c I realized how much I had to add to make the change of heart even slightly natural, so let me know if y'all want a part two of the reader and Miguel interacting further along the adoption. Not sure how I feel about the structure + characterization in this one. Feedback much appreciated! Please!! I'm on my hands and knees, begging for feedback!!!

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"Lyla, status on current anomalies," Miguel ordered. He leaned over the yellow panels in front of him, watching the same scene of him and his child playing over and over again. His grip on the console tightened.

She blipped into view. "Currently, there are 918,503,201 anomalies to be returned to their home universes. That's 40% less than yesterday! Spider-Byte does have an update for you regarding-"

"I'll convene with her later. I'm busy."

"Busy brooding over your twelfth cup of coffee. Not enough sugar this time around?" Lyla teased, only to be met with a glare. "Alright, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. But seriously, it can't wait. A canon event was disrupted and now there's a spider-person without a universe to return to."

Miguel turned around dangerously fast. "What did you just say?"

"Talk to Margo -- she'll fill you in." Lyla blipped away.

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"There you are," Margo mumbled to herself as Miguel approached. "This one's in rough shape, got dropped in Earth 616 and put up a fierce fight before Jessica took them to HQ. I tried to send them through the Go Home Machine, but it just dropped them back here."

"And you're sure it's not a hardware issue?"

"It's 2099," Margo drolled and rolled her eyes. "There's no hardware issues anymore, grandpa."

"Then try sending them home again. I don't see why this requires my supervision."

"This machine tears people's atoms apart and throws them back together in other dimensions," she explained. "If I run the same person through the machine too many times, they could die."

Miguel sighed heavily and began pacing around. "Well, what am I supposed to do? Keep them here forever?"

Margo looked at him like he was crazy and slowly nodded. "You can't leave them here to die."

"They're an anomaly anywhere they go, Spider-Byte. Maybe death would be a mercy."

"To you," Peter B. called from behind him.

"Maldito sea, carajo" Miguel cursed under his breath, turning around. "I thought you were taking the week off."

"Well, I was going to, but Mayday was begging me for another one of these cafeteria burgers," he said with his mouth full of food. "They're really good, you should seriously try them sometime."

Miguel's eyes darted to Mayday and quickly darted away. "I have work to return to in my office, so if you'll excuse me-"

Peter stepped in his way. "I'm sorry, Miguel, but I can't let you walk away from this problem. It's gone too far."

"I'm sorry, what?" Miguel questioned, laughing bitterly.

"Ok, I'm not great with words, especially not in front of big, strong, angry men, so MJ had me prewrite this, let me just get it- oh, Mayday has it. Mayday, hold the paper up for daddy, thanks, sweetheart."

Peter cleared his throat and began to over-annunciate his speech. "Everyone in this building joined your society because they believed in your ability to lead, shape, and change the world. We trusted you to use humane practices behind your actions and to keep the safety and rights of humanity at mind before all else. However, given the fact- Ok, this is bullshit - sorry, Mayday, don't tell mommy. Point is, Miguel, that you claim that you're all about saving the multiverse and saving humanity, but then you throw half of your sanity away to hunt down a 15 year old kid who just wants to save his dad. You're so obsessed with the concept of saving humanity that you forgot what it's like to care about individual humans. You forgot how to be a human."

"I never forgot what it felt like to care. To love."

"It's okay to admit that the new kid reminds you of your daughter, you know."

For a moment, Miguel and Peter B. just stood across from each other in silence, unable to break eye contact. Miguel's expression was intense, but otherwise unreadable. Then: "Go home, Parker. More and more of you prove that you're untrustworthy when it comes to prioritizing the greater good. I'm not afraid to get rid of you, too."

Peter's arms gripped on tighter to Mayday. He seemed to want to say something, but found it in him to walk away. Once he went through his portal back home, Miguel called for Lyla.

"Hold the chatter, Lyla," he said before she could open her mouth, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Silence any notifications except for the urgent ones. And I mean urgent."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," she remarked sarcastically, but complied.

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Everything in Miguel's office repeated like a broken record. The video of his daughter. Peter's comment that he "forgot what it's like to care about humans, forgot how to be human." Gwen's "we're supposed to be the good guys." The feeling of his own child glitching out of existence in his palms, the very reason he got into this work. The ticking of the clock. The ticking of that motherfucking clock.

He zipped a web to the clock and smashed it into the ground, falling to a knee amidst the broken glass.

"I understand that you're having a very emo moment right now, Mr. O'Hara," Pavitr began, "But Jessica told me to drop this off." He placed the file on the floor and nudged it over with his foot as far as he could without getting too close. "I'm heading home now, have a great day!"

"Wait."

"Oh, I was afraid you would say that."

"Tell Jessica to report to my office."

"She said to tell you that she's not available until noon tomorrow."

"Of course," he chuckled angrily. "One person's off for the week, another needs 3 weeks of recovery. Now one of my only trustworthy members can't report for duty until tomorrow. But who's checking in on me, huh? That's right - no one. I took on this leadership role because I know firsthand what it feels like to have the only joy in your life, your only reason for living, taken away from you because of your own reckless mistakes. And despite all of that, I made it my life's mission to make sure it doesn't happen to anyone else. But now I'm the villain?! "'We're supposed to be the good guys!'" "'You can't leave them to die!'" "'They remind you of your daughter.'" But does anyone else here know the pain of losing a child you weren't even destined to have?"

Pavitr blinked heavily. "With all due respect, sir, I'm 17."

Miguel barely seemed to hear him. He sank to the floor, running his hands through his hair and not bothering to clear the glass shards around him. "Maybe they're all right. Maybe I'm the one hurting everyone else. Maybe I'll make the same mistake I did before, and take another innocent life because I want to feel fulfilled, just for a moment."

"Should I get someone?"

Miguel sighed. "Just go."

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“Morning, sunshine,” Jessica called, taking a seat in Miguel’s office. “You had a chance to go through the file?”

Miguel hummed in agreement. “Need a second opinion.”

Jessica flipped through her copy of your file. “Teenager, been Spiderman for 2 years, originally from Earth 45, but got dropped in Ben’s world. A slippery one for sure; took nearly two hours to get them on the ground. Tried talking to them, but they wouldn't speak. I know my stance on this, but what’s yours?”

Miguel paced around the room. “We can’t keep them here. They’re an anomaly regardless of where they go. Margo said that it would be too inhumane to send them through the Go Home Machine again, so… I think we should let them go quietly.”

“Are you serious?”

“When am I not serious?” He took a seat across from Jessica. “I’ve been hearing it from everyone else. I need to hear it from someone who was there from the beginning. Someone who I trust. Am I falling off the edge? Have I gone too far?”

She raised her eyebrows. “You’re just now questioning that? Look, as your friend, I’ll say this: you’re taking too much weight onto your shoulders. You need to stop being Spiderman for a moment and start being Miguel.” She shifted in her seat. “But, as your teammate, I want you to know that I’ll be by your side no matter what you choose.”

Miguel nodded, but he was totally spaced out. All he could think about was his daughter. How he wanted to take this one in so bad, just to feel like a father again, feel like a man again. How he feared the consequences of love. 

Jessica snapped in front of his face. “Earth to Miguel.”

He shook his head. “What?”

“Look, I can’t say that I don’t agree with your initial idea. But I look at them, and at Gwen, and at my future kid, and-” She put her hand on her stomach “-I just can’t imagine leaving them in the dust like that. I was wrong about Gwen, yes, but these kids are suffering. And I don’t know if we can keep making these hard decisions that put these people right back where they were trying to escape from and still call ourselves heroes.”

Miguel held his face in his hands. “I don’t know what’s up and down anymore, right or wrong. I was all of these kids once: Miles, Gwen, Hobie. I know what it’s like to love your family so much that you throw everything else to the wayside. But that cost me my child, and thousands of other lives. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t do anything to stop it. I just want to stop the suffering. I just want it to stop.”

Jessica gave him a moment. “Let’s meet the kid. Give them a trial before we make any decisions we can’t take back.”

“Alright,” he agreed, “But if you’re wrong about this-”

“Then lunch is on me. Come on, mafioso.”

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“Here they are,” Margo announced. “Just so you know, they’re fully aware of their situation, but not very talkative.”

“Let me talk to them,” Miguel insisted. “I want to hear what they have to say.”

As Miguel and Jessica approached, you refused to meet their eyes. Instead, you drew your hood closer to your face.

Miguel took a knee by you, talking through the red barrier. “Hey, kid. My name is Miguel. Miguel O’Hara. I’m Spiderman.”

You gasped dramatically. “No way! Really? I never would have guessed!”

He took in a breath. “So you do speak. Look, we’re trying to relocate you, but we need to have your account of what happened. Why doesn’t your home exist anymore?”

You shrugged and counted off the events on your fingers. “Dalmatian-looking dude crashed through a window at my internship. He went straight for the collider room, and most of my mentors were at lunch, so I went after him. I tried to shut off the collider at the same time he stepped through it, he pushed me into a hole, that lady behind you caught me after an uncomfortably long chase, and here we are.”

“You worked at Alchemax,” Miguel mumbled, though mostly to himself.

“Yeah,” you replied, leaning back. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Did you get bitten by the radioactive spider before or after working there?”

“Did I fucking what?”

“That’s how you got your powers, right?” He asked.

“My powers? Oh, I see what’s happening here,” you laughed. “You’re all off your rockers! Let me guess, this is some alternate dimension Alchemax where everyone’s trying to biologically get the abilities that I developed through technology. Ooh ooh, or, this is an elite spider society trying to save the multiverse from itself!”

“That was really just a guess?” questioned Jessica.

“I read a lot of sci-fi,” you explained.

“Nevermind all of that,” Miguel groaned. “What’s your story, kid? What’s your motive? Because if we don’t have that information, we can’t help get you out of there.”

Your expression became grave for a moment as you considered your options and chuckled bitterly. “My story? My story is that I’m a poor kid from the slums who worked their ass off to get into a good school so that I could do better for my family. My story is that my family never loved me, my friends never cared, and I was forced to choose between what I love to do and what the world needed from me. I didn’t have the power to stop my parents from hurting me or stop people from hurting each other. So, I manufactured that power and took it into my own hands. My story is that the moment I was released from that hellhole of a world, I was locked up in a three foot wide cage and forced to talk about my feelings. I heard what you guys were talking about in that back room. All I ask is that you do it quickly. I don’t like waiting.”

“Miguel, we can take a quick debrief if you need one,” Jessica offered, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Miguel didn’t budge. He looked into your eyes and felt your pain like it was his own. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Finally: “Let them go, Margo.”

“What?” 

“You heard me,” he asserted. “Let them go.”

Margo released you and offered her hand to help you step down from the pedestal, which you reluctantly accepted. “Didn’t know you were one for sob stories, Mr. O’Hara,” you mocked, though your comment fell through as soon as your legs trembled from lack of use.

“I’m not,” he responded, walking up to you. “But I know an innovator when I see one. You’re hurt, yes, but you have the capacity to do so much good. I’m offering you a place on my team.”

You approached cautiously, your arms crossed. “And if I say no?”

“I’d ask you to reconsider.” He held out his hand for a shake. You accepted, and he smiled. “Welcome to HQ.”

Margo whooped in the background and gave your shoulder a squeeze.

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“Ok, first mission briefing,” Miguel started, walking backwards.

“On the move?” you asked.

“That’s the only way to do it.” He shot a web to a nearby building and dropped from an HQ terrace. 

You followed suit. “Where exactly are we going?” you shouted over the wind.

“Earth 616. There’s a rogue Vulture stealing tech from Osborn. We’d let it happen, but the man's the only thing between a country of people and an all-out war.”

“Got it.”

“We go in, capture Vulture, and bring him back to HQ. Shouldn’t be too difficult.”

 You stepped through your portal and immediately got whiplash from the pure speed of a nearby aircraft. 

Vulture swooped down from above and tore the tail off of the police helicopter. It crashed into a skyscraper and gained speed as it headed for the street below. 

Miguel spoke to you through the comms. “Trial number one, newbie. I’ll pursue Vulture; you stop that helicopter from hurting civilians.”

“On it.” You dived off of your skyscraper to gain speed and pulled yourself forward with your webs. In one smooth movement, you grabbed the two co-pilots and placed them on the closest rooftop. 

The helicopter was quickly approaching the ground, where children were playing in an enclosed playground. 

“Shit,” you murmured, propelling yourself under the machine to create a landing pad for it at a safe distance from the kids. At the rate you could fire, you wouldn’t be able to stop it on time. 

In the distance, you saw Miguel struggling to keep Vulture away from a construction site, and reached out to him over the comms. “Have him ram into that crane.”

“What?”

“Just trust me.”

Miguel redirected the Vulture, dodging last second when he attacked so that the crane would fall down. 

The crane caught the chopper where it was, and you used it as a crutch to help you redirect the chaos to the empty street. You swung around the crane five times, wrapping an immense amount of webbage around it and attaching along the side of a business building. When the helicopter threatened to fall due to the weight of it, you shot three web bombs at it to keep it in place.

When you reached the ground, you were out of breath and half-heartedly waving to the clapping children and their parents. Miguel placed his hand on your shoulder as you observed the incapacitated Vulture.

“Not bad, kid,” Miguel chuckled. “Not bad.”

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A good six months had passed, and you had risen in the ranks of the Spider Society. You were still without a place to stay, and had been bouncing from place to place in between missions. The first month, it was Pavitr and his aunt’s place. Then, Hobie’s, then HQ, and finally, Gwen’s. Most of your free time was spent discussing tech with Margo or trailing behind Miguel. 

A building-wide alert had gone off, sending every spider-being into high alert as they searched for the threat.

“What’s the sitch?” you asked Miguel as the two of you bounded down the hall. “A futuristic Rhino that’s suspected to work for The Spot just invaded HQ. He’s trying to destroy our tech and pick us off.”

Just as Miguel had finished his explanation, Rhino crashed through a door four floors below. You both zipped towards him, barely avoiding running into Peter B. as he took a picture of himself, Mayday, and Rhino. Miguel attacked Rhino head-on, performing a spin-kick to the face before webbing his arms together and latching onto his back. Rhino broke his constraints effortlessly, and threw Miguel out of a nearby window. You helped Noir get to his feet and went after Rhino.

By the time you got there, Rhino had Miguel pinned to the cracked concrete. His web shooters were broken, and he was using all of his remaining strength to stop Rhino from snapping his neck. When he saw you approaching, he tried to silently signal for you to go, but you didn’t listen.

“Hey, Alexei!” you shouted. “I never really took you for the dominant type! It doesn’t suit you.”

You swung a piece of concrete at his back and zipped to deliver a punch to the face. Rhino was quick to return the favor, and charged you through a nearby wall. 

Miguel attempted to stand up as backup arrived. He climbed onto Rhino’s back and sunk his teeth into his neck, effectively, though temporarily, paralyzing him. A team of 15 spiderbeings worked to get Rhino back to HQ while you and Jessica helped Miguel to his feet.

“What the hell were you thinking, kid? You could have died,” Miguel snapped.

“You were the one near death,” you argued. “If I didn’t come when I did, you could’ve died. Was I just supposed to let that happen?!”

“Yes!”

“No!” You dropped his arm from around your shoulder and Peter B. went to pick up the slack. “Why is it so hard for you to understand that people care about you? You gave me a chance when no one else would. I lost my world, my home, and my friends. I couldn’t lose you, too.”

“That’s not for you to decide. I can’t trust you like an adult if you refuse to act like one,” he grunted, before wavering in his stance. Jessica helped right him. 

You took a step back and pressed your lips together. “You know, I joined this team because I wanted to save people. I have the ability to save them. And… if you can’t acknowledge that ability, then… maybe you need to reevaluate your interests.” With that, you took off.

Jessica and Peter sat Miguel down to rest. 

“How bad did I fuck up?” Miguel inquired.

“Give them a few minutes to sit on it,” Peter suggested. “Kids are like that. They need time to cool off. Just make sure you talk to them later.”

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You sat on the slanted glass roof of HQ to listen to music and blow off some steam. Heavy footprints sounded from behind you. You sighed. “If you’re here to argue, can you at least wait until the end of this song?”

“I’m not going to argue with you. I wanted to talk. And… apologize.”

That piqued your interest, but you tried to sound nonchalant as you gestured to the space next to you. “Go ahead, then. Sit.” You turned the music off.

He obliged. “I’m sorry for saying that I couldn’t trust you and that you needed to act like an adult. It wasn’t fair. I do trust you, and there’s no reason for you to act like an adult when you’re still a kid. I’ll be more conscious of my words in the future.”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

You sat in silence for a while, and you began to get up.

“Wait,” he asked. “Please.”

“What did you really come here to say?”

“Just sit, and I’ll tell you.” He waited for you to return to your spot and took a deep breath. “When I was first messing with the multiverse after working at Alchemax, I wasn’t as careful as I am now. I found a world where I was dead, but had a daughter, so I replaced myself and began raising her. I loved her more than anything. But, I was an anomaly, and had disrupted canon events. I felt her glitch right out of my hands. Thousands of innocent people died that day because of me. So, I made a vow to myself: never again. I wouldn’t let this happen to anyone else, and I wouldn’t let anyone get close to me.”

He paused, gulped, and forced himself to make eye contact with you. “Then I met you. And I tried to hate you, I really did. But you’re funny, and you’re smart and passionate, and you have a damn good heart. And everything in me just wants to protect you. I’m so mad at myself for hurting you and-”

You cut him off with a bear hug, to which he slowly responded once he understood what was happening. You shed a few tears into the crook of his neck and mumbled, “I’m sorry, too.”

He laughed, partially in disbelief. “For what?”

“I called you a dick behind your back for the first three months because I thought you had a stick up your ass.” You backed away snickering and wiped your eyes. “But you’re more my family than my parents ever were.”

Now or never, Miguel.

“About that,” he began. “I know you’ve been staying at Gwen’s place - and you’re completely free to stay there if you want - I just thought it might be nice for you to have a permanent place to stay, a school to go to, a familiar face, you know?”

“Not really,” you expressed. “What do you mean?”

“I- it’s better if I just show you.” Miguel took a folder out of his bag and handed it to you. He looked the other way as you processed what he gave you.

“Are these adoption papers?”

“Um… yeah,” he relented, still refusing to look your way. 

“And this isn’t a joke?”

“Of course not. But, it’s also up to you. I don’t want to pressure you into anything you don’t want to do-”

“Yes,” you cut him off and wrapped him in an even tighter hug. “Absolutely yes.”

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Miguel helped you carry your few boxes of belongings that you had left at Gwen’s into his modern duplex. 

“Jesus, dude,” you commented. “You didn’t tell me you were rich.”

He laughed. “This is what being a scientist earns you.”

“Damn.” You took the space in. The windows in the living room were from floor to ceiling, the couch a cool grey with ornate yellow and green pillows. Everything was open concept, and both the Mexican and Irish flag hung on either side of the TV. Aside from the occasional painting, the apartment was largely monochromatic. 

“The kitchen is under that loft area, which I usually use as office space, but you’re free to use it, too. Bathrooms on first and second floors,” he explained while walking up the stairs. He stopped in front of the third door to the right. “This is your room.”

You gently pushed open the door. Miguel had prepared for your arrival intensely. A twin bed sat in the back left corner of the room, a desk in the back right. There was a wide panel of windows with shades and a nightstand with knick knacks. A mirror, bookshelf, decorative rug, and bean bag filled the empty space. A poster with a Spiderman symbol hung over your desk, and a smile fought its way onto your face. 

“There’s a closet, too,” Miguel said proudly.

You opened the closet to find it fully stocked with casual, formal, and tactical clothing. “You did all of this for me?”

He smiled warmly. “Welcome home.”

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It was the following year on Father’s Day, and you were waiting for Miguel to come home when you heard keys turning at the door. 

“Hey,” you called from the kitchen island. “I made dinner for us. And we can watch that crappy comedy show that you like.”

He hung up his jacket and gave you a hug. “Thanks, sweetheart. How was it with your friends?”

“Pretty good. But it took an hour to get Miles out of that Famous Footwear. I swear that boy has enough sneakers to cover the Mediterranean. How was work?”

Miguel grabbed a plate and took a seat next to you. “Well, we finally figured out the malfunction in the control room. Hobie had been messing around with it for his own projects. Shocker, right? But other than that it was just a bunch of boring meetings.”

“Oh, I just remembered something.” You rushed upstairs to get a gift bag from your room and returned, out of breath. “I made this for you. It’s not much, but my job doesn’t start until July and I wanted to give you something, so…”

He removed the tissue paper to find a carefully knitted shawl with his suit designs on it. He remained speechless for a moment. 

“What do you think?”

“I love it.”

“Really? Cuz I could get you something else if you’d prefer-”

“I love it,” he repeated, giving you a bear hug. “I’ll wear it all the time when the weather takes a turn.”

“I thought it might be useful for winter patrols,” you admitted. 

“It will be. I know you don’t like getting too sappy, so let’s watch some TV, yeah?”

Halfway through an episode of the comedy show, you got up to use the bathroom. Miguel paused the show and admired your work on his shawl. When you came back, he was still staring at it as if he were examining each individual stitch. 

“I’m back,” you said when he didn’t acknowledge you. 

He hummed in response. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

You furrowed your brows, worried now. “Is something wrong?”

“No, not all, it’s just…” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I wanted to let you know that I would understand if you want to look into seeing if there’s any way to find your real parents. I love you and I want you here, don’t get me wrong, but if this is something you feel strongly about, I wanted to make sure you knew that my feelings wouldn’t be hurt.”

You stared at him for a while before bursting into laughter. 

“What’s so funny?”

You grabbed his hands and looked him in his eyes. “I found my real dad the moment you brought me here. I’m home.”

He squeezed your hands and repeated your words as if convincing himself of the truth. “You’re home.”

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[shygirl4991]

Meeting of the Heart

Cover by @bluestrawberrybunny Crash AU and Character design by @b-r-i-n-g-x Crash AU blog @smg4crashau

Summary: SV3 is the world's most kind doctor in the tenth dimension, many look up to him for hope and safety. Yet SV3 had no one in his life as he goes out of his way to help others, till one rainy day his life changes when he meets a runaway experiment.

Tag: Slow Burn, first meeting, crash bandicoot au, tenth dimension (from crash twinsainity), friendship, blood and injury, fluff, hurt/comfort, trans male SV3

SV3 smiles as he finishes taking care of his last patient of the day, he waves goodbye as the family leaves. Once the door closes he gets up and locks it, he stretches as he walks around taking stock of his medical supplies. SV3 is a man of science and medicine, his rough upbringing never breaking the kind soul. Instead it made him stronger, braver and more confident in his goal to help those in need.  He finishes taking stock when he sees his reflection, slowly he touches the eyepatch he is wearing. He lets out a sad smile as he puts down his clipboard “Seems I will need more needles otherwise this clinic is still ready to go.”

He walks to the front door of the clinic grabbing his keys and umbrella, as he unlocks the door and leaves he looks up at the rain. “Hope everyone is staying warm, maybe i should do something special for those without a home.”  He hums thinking as he opens his umbrella,then makes sure the door is locked as he walks away heading home. As he walks he notices a shadow figure in the distance, he stops walking as he watches the figure take a few steps before collapsing. SV3 gasps as he runs over “HELLO? ARE YOU OKAY?!” He tosses his umbrella aside as he drops to his knees checking on the person “Whoa big..there is no way i can carry him on my own. Sir, hold on, I have an idea, don't worry you will be okay!” He runs back to his clinic, cursing under his breath for how long it felt to unlock the clinic’s doors. Once the door opens he runs inside checking his storage, there he finds a box filled with tarps. “Bingo!” he shouts as he grabs the tarp sprinting outside again, he slips and falls down causing his hair to get loose from their constraints. He gets up letting out a groan ignoring the pain from the fall as he keeps moving, he lays the tarp next to the man. He then gently pushes to roll the man over to lay on the tarp, SV3 looks at him quickly “Oh static he is bleeding i need to act quick!”

3 Pulls the tarp as fast as he can to his clinic, the rain making his hair stick to his face. He quickly runs his hand through his hair to see better forward,  as he makes it to his clinic he runs quickly to grab what he needed to stop the bleeding. After several minutes SV3 lets out a breath of relief, he looks over the man again to make sure there weren't any more wounds.  The man had messy long hair, slowly his eyes noticed sharp teeth sticking out of the man’s mouth “How peculiar, he also has several scars on his face and neck. What have they done to you?” As he makes notes on the man he notices the claws his new patient has, gently taking the man’s hand to look at it closer. He lets out a sigh as he notes it “Something must be affecting his hormones and other values to have a form like this…” He lets out a sneeze forgetting he is soaked head to toe, he walks over to a bed and drops it. Gently he pulls the man to the bed to make him comfy. “Don't worry, I will find something for you to wear.” He walks to the back room where he takes a quick warm shower, once done he wears his spare clothes he leaves at the clinic in case of emergencies. Once he dries his hair he picks it up in a ponytail and makes sure to wear his eyepatch as he walks back to check on his patient. 

The man groans as he opens his eyes, he sits up quickly in a panic “No please don't tell me another lab!” He looked down seeing his arms and chest were covered in bandages, he was confused as to why the scientist would take care of his wounds. It didn't matter to him, he needed to escape fast or else they would poke him again and make him do those tests again. He gets up walking as fast as he could to the door, his wounds making it painful to move too quickly. SV3 walks back to catch the man heading to the door “HEY WAIT!” he steps in front of the man shaking his head “Your injured sir, go back to bed and rest. You can leave the moment you're fully healed, it's too risky to head out into the world with how injured you are.” The man sniffed the air, the person in front of him didn't smell like those scientists yet he knew he couldn’t let his guard down.  He glares at SV3 and starts to growl as he shows his fangs and readies his claws, 3 looks back at the man his face blank as he speaks in a calm tone “My brothers threw me into a cage full of mutated gorillions, so you can bet i won't cry a river for someone that has a few inches on me. Those flashy claws and teeth don't scare me, now go lay in bed you're safe here and need the rest.” The man roars striking at the wall next to SV3, he looks at the man surprised only to get an annoyed expression from 3.

 He steps back looking at SV3 confused “Look what you've done, your bleeding again! Please sit down and let me take care of your wounds.” He slowly obeys as he sits on the bed watching the man, he studies every movement the doctor does waiting for the moment he pulls anything funny. SV3 gently takes his arm. “This might hurt a little, please bear with me. I'm waiting for lab results in order to give you better help.” The moment the man heard the word lab he pulled away in panic “LAB?! WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING!” He growls ready to attack,  SV3frowns seeing the reaction he slowly shakes his head keeping his voice calm “I mean im checking your blood, making sure you're not sick. Put the teeth and claws away,” slowly SV3 offers his hand “I don't know what caused this reaction but I offer a place of safety.” The man looks at the doctor's hand beside him, 3 nods finishing to re bandage his arms “Im Dr. SV3, may i know the name of my patient?” 

The man stares at him then looks down staying silent, 3 gives him a soft smile “Hey that's fine, we all have our reason. Now rest I will be in the other room checking your samples.” He walks leaving the man alone, once alone he takes out his phone checking the calendar. He stares at the date and smiles “Still have time,” as he takes another step he feels a sharp pain. He lets out a shaky breath as he sits on the bed, he rolls up the bottom of his pants and sees his left ankle getting swollen. “Of course, I should have known I would get hurt with the fall.”  Hearing the ding of the centrifuge he gets up ignoring the pain, he takes the samples and starts to run multiple tests on them. His eyes go wide seeing the results “Mother mutation, these test results are insane.” He frowns as he walks back the man only to catch him trying to leave again, SV3 gives him a blank stare “Sir…” the man slowly backs away from the door. The doctor stands in front of the man showing the paper “Given your appearance it's clear you are mutated to hell and back but…everything about you is just altered.” The man looks down, feeling nervous he knew it was now or never, he takes a deep breath and pushes SV3 out of the way to escape. SV3 hisses in pain from catching himself before turning and running after him “YOUR GOING TO HURT YOURSELF AGAIN!” 

SV3 was thankful the rain stopped as he ran after the tall man, he can feel himself losing balance from the pain. “Come on ankle work with me, I can't leave someone like him alone.”  As he keeps running he feels his ankle twist as he falls to the floor again, hearing the thud the tall man turns, seeing the man chasing him has fallen to the floor. He glares at the doctor “YOU WON'T USE ME NO MORE!” Hearing those words help give 3 the push needed to get up, he swears after today he was not leaving the bed for the next two days. Slowly he walks to the man “I don't know what they did to you, but I can protect you. I tended to your wounds didn't I?” He takes a step back ready to run again, SV3 seeing this was ready to chase only for the pain to finally overwhelm him. He breathes heavy as he falls to his knees, he really wished the adrenaline in his body wasn't giving up on him. The man watches 3 on his knees breathing heavily, nervously he looks around slowly approaching. His ears flicker hearing the pained hiss coming from the doctor, he speeds up to be in front of the doctor. SV3 looks up doing his best to give a comforting smile “Hey big guy, ready to finally get some rest?” The man looks all over at the doctor before his eyes land on his ankles, he points at the bruise that is appearing. “You're hurt too..” he bends down lifting the doctor causing the smaller man to blush flustered at the sudden action. 

The tall man walks back to the clinic leaving SV3 confused at the change of events, the man then drops him on the bed and takes several steps back. He then eyes the door, SV3 frowns seeing this reaction “Look, you're covered in scars and your blood work shows you're in a bad spot. Please…let me help you, I know it's not easy to trust a stranger but you have a good heart. If you didnt i would still be outside trying to crawl to you.” He attempts to stand up, seeing this the man slowly reaches out pushing 3 back onto the bed. SV3 chuckles “Now you see what I mean by you should rest to…OH! Give me your arm, I didn't hurt you when you carried me did i?” SV3 examines the man’s arm, he stares at the doctor then at the door. The man in front of him did smell different, not to mention hasn't shown he was hostile. While he didn't trust him at the moment the man in front of him offers a good place to hide, nervously he answers the question the doctor asked of him before “They called me serial number 123419.”

SV3’s eyes go wide hearing his words “They just called you a bunch of numbers?” He clenches his fist, the nerve of scientist’s treating everything as a set of code and numbers. Anything different is to be laughed at, changed, did they even care who this person in front of him is? SV3 shakes his head as he slowly gets up, using the rail of the medical bed to keep his balance. He gives the man a serious expression “You're a person, not some object. You deserve a real name, to see and experience the world.” The man tilts his head as he watches the doctor hop over to his desk and sits down, the man couldn't help worrying about the doctor. It was strange how he felt nervous being near so many drugs and needles, yet he still worried for the small man in front of him. The man whose face is filled with anger, SV3 notices he was being stared at and gives him a soft smile “While it's not the most original name…would you like to be called SV4? I know it matches mine and i hope it do-” 

SV4 pats his head cutting him mid sentence “You..seem okay, i don't mind the name more easy to remember.”  SV3 smiles as he gets up slowly “Well then nice to meet you SV4, until you fully recover guess we will be roommates!” He slowly hops over to a shelf to get items for his ankle, seeing the man struggle to grab items on the top shelf he walks over and hands the blanket to him. SV3 lets out a giggle “Thanks, since I'm in no state to walk I will be sleeping here with you.” SV3 slowly moves over to a bed with SV4 helping him, he closes the blinds to remove his coat. He reaches for his eyepatch and pauses, he lets out a shaky breath and moves this hand away.  Removing his monocle as he gets comfortable in bed making sure his leg is elevated, he shouts out to SV4 “Please dont leave and stay resting while i sleep, i really wouldn't have to have to hunt you again.”

SV4 lets out a grunt as he sits on the bed next to where the doctor is, he stares at the blinds and frowns. He couldn't help feeling anxiety over sleep given that's when those people always striked, he wouldn't let his guard down. He decided to walk around the clinic, he stares at the different drugs in the locked cabinet. Given the doctor had plenty of time to use any of them on him, yet he didn't and that only confused the man more. He walks to the back room where he sees a smaller cabinet, he opens it to see syringes and a bottle of testosterone. He tilts his head curious as to why these medications are separated from the rest, with a shrug he keeps poking around. SV4 walks into the bathroom being hit with a smell of fresh flowers, he looks around with wide eyes seeing the different kinds of makeup on the shelf along with soaps. SV3 giggles causing 4 to jump and get in position to protect himself “Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you, I just heard some sounds and wanted to make sure things were okay.” It was at that moment that a smell hit SV3, due to all the chaos of their first meeting he never noticed the smell before. He covers his nose “Whoa holy static you smell like something died. I’m assuming those cruel scientists never let you touch soap,” he opens the shower doors and lets the water run, filling the tub.

He slowly walks up to SV4 and unzips the man's sweater causing the tall man to blush and pull back “What are you doing?!” SV3 lets out an awkward giggle “Oops sorry, could you please take off your clothing so we can clean you? You could keep the underwear when I'm in here so you can feel comfy.”  SV4 looks at the tub filling with water then back at the doctor, SV3 smiles softly “I need to change your bandage anyways, after all i need to get the dry blood off your body.” SV4 nervously takes his clothes off and sits in the tub, 3 slowly walks making sure not to put pressure on his ankle grabbing a bottle of lavender two in one shampoo and conditioner. He then gets a sponge as he grabs a bottle with matching scent, he pulls a stool in the bathroom. SV4 pouts as he feels a cold liquid hit his head, SV3 hums as he rubs in the shampoo and conditioner in. SV4 could feel himself relax from the gentle touch of the other man, still he pouted whenever they made eye contact making the doctor giggle. “Close your eyes i'm going to rinse,” doing as he is told SV3 gets a small bucket of water and pours it on SV4 head. Once 3 was sure there was no more soap in the man’s hair he gently pats his back “You can open them, now i'm going to wash your body. Need to make sure your wounds are clean and no dry blood is around.”  SV4 lets out a sigh as he watches 3 put the soap on the sponge “Why do this for me?” SV3 hums as he scrubs the man back “Because I made a promise to help those in need.” 

As he cleans the man's body SV3 couldn't help looking all over 4’s body, he frowns at the sight of all the scars. How much torture was this man put through, seeing the scars on his body made him pause. He reaches out with his other hand and slowly traces the scar on his body, the feeling makes SV4 blush as his heart races. In a panic he lets out a hiss snapping SV3 from his thoughts “Oh sorry, I was just making sure there weren't more wounds mixed in with your old scar’s.”  SV4 looks away using his hair to hide his face, he wondered if his heart racing at that moment was a new type of pain from his wounds.  Once SV3 was done he got up smiling softly “Okay you finish the more sensitive areas, i will be back with a towel to dry you.” He steps out of the bathroom leaving SV4 alone, once alone he places his hand on his chest “That felt different…not like those experiments, why was my heart racing? I'm not in any danger.” As he grabs the sponge he couldn't help glare at it as he finishes cleaning up, as he finishes he stays sitting in the water waiting for the doctor's return. It was all so confusing for him, the world is cold and cruel. He has known this for years. Yet when he finally found freedom he managed to land himself in such strange company, maybe he did die escaping and he is being given a chance to have a better life. 

SV3 opens the door with a yellow towel “Tada! I hope you don't mind but I also washed your clothes. I may have invented a machine that can wash any outfit in seconds. Downside…your clothes may shrink.” He lets out a nervous smile as he puts the man's clothes on the stool,  he then turns and leaves the room hoping for the best. As SV3 steps out of the bathroom he looks around the back room, the room has always been for him to escape and take a breath from the stress of taking care of so many patients.  Now he has a roommate for a while, perhaps in the morning he will head out and fix it up for SV4. He hears the door open behind him, he turns smiling seeing that the man’s clothes still fit “Oh good no side effect! Now let's take care of that hair, it’s late and unless you want to explore my clinic some more I think it's time for sleep.” SV3 takes out a brand new comb then goes into the bathroom, he points to the stool waiting for SV4 to take a seat. Once seated the doctor leaves the comb on the counter to quickly unzip the sweater checking his wounds, with a nod he walks away grabbing a few items. SV4 watches in awe as the doctor effortlessly takes care of his wounds. SV3 gives a soft smile to 4 as he grabs the comb, as they sit there SV4 nervously speaks up “How…did you get so good?” SV3 chuckles as  he keeps brushing the man’s hair “Lots of practice, I took classes to understand the human body better. Then I worked with a few other doctors here and there before I opened my own clinic. I'm free here to help whoever I want with no rules stopping me.” 

SV4 stays silent for a moment before letting out a hiss when 3 pulls at a knot “Ah sorry, given how long you were experimented on there was no care for your body. From now on make sure to take frequent showers and take care of your hair, trust me it will make you feel wonderful just wait till i remove the bandages first before the shower.”  SV3 hums as he focuses on removing all the knots, SV4 peeks at the mirror seeing the soft expression on 3. He couldn't understand how in a world filled with cruelty, he landed in a place where someone could be so bright. SV3 pulls back and smiles “While your hair still looks wild, tada no knots!”

SV4 puts on his beanie and nods at SV3, the doctor lets out a yawn and looks at his phone. “It’s going to be three in the morning, I should rest before I open later on.” He slowly walks out of the room as 4 follows with a frown, he gently grabs 3’s arm making him turn “Hurt to…rest?” SV3 lets out a soft giggle as he places his hand on SV4, the interaction makes 4’s heart flip “I would SV4, but without me who will help those in need?” The tall man frowns as he points at the doctor's leg, 3 looks down at his leg then back up at SV4.  “You help others but…who helps you?” SV3 blue eye darken for a moment before going back to normal, he pats SV4 arm before walking away “Don't worry SV4, I will be fine others need me way more!” SV4 keeps following, staring at the doctor, his eyes falling to the man’s way of walking, how it's so slow. He can see the doctor doing his best not to put weight on it, the doctor did something for him that no one ever has. The doctor saw him as a human. It was only fair that he did something to help, SV3 lets out a squeak when picked up by SV4. They look into each other's eyes “You help me…i can pay you back.”  SV3 looks surprised before shaking his head “You're my patient not to mention you're injured!” SV4 places 3 on the bed and starts grabbing the wrap he recognizes the doctor using on him, he clumsily picks up the item doing his best to not let his claws rip the item.  SV3 gently stops the man “It's a sprain at most, i just need to use ice and keep my leg rested on a pillow.” 

SV4 puts the item back before picking up SV3 again “whoa! I’m surprisingly getting used to this,” he places SV3 back in the bed and grabs a pillow, putting it on the doctor’s ankle. He then stares at the ankle waiting, SV3 stares at the man in front of him then adjusts the pillow to be under his foot “It's not easy to break in here, you should sleep too. Don't worry…if you're determined to take care of me I'm sure together we can stop anyone that comes in.”  He smiles at SV4, something that 4 has grown attached to seeing in such a short time, he slowly turns to the other bed. He wasn't a fan of the idea of sleeping alone, SV3 watches as the man pushes the other bed closer to him before laying down on it and closing his eyes. SV3 lets out a sigh as he looks up at the ceiling, he wasn't one to letting others get close or helping him. He had a feeling the next day was going to be a long one. SV3 didn't know when he fell asleep only that the light of the new day hit him “Shoot i fell asleep with my monocle on,” he checks on it making sure its nothing is broken before testing his foot. He lightly puts pressure before getting up fully, he lets out a sigh of relief not feeling the sharp pain anymore. He turns and sees SV4 was missing from his bed, walking around his clinic he finds the man in the back room looking at several books. “Good morning SV4, what have you been up to?” The man slyly plucks a colorful book from the shelf and stares at it, the cover had a prince saving a princess. He turns, showing the book to 3 “I saw this and thought it was pretty.”

SV3 smiles looking at the cover “Ah a love story about a prince and a princess, i'm guessing they never showed you how to read.”  He sits down on the sofa and pats the spot next to him, to his surprise SV4 laid on his lap looking up at the book with excitement.  SV3 opens the book showing the pictures on the page along with pointing to the words he is reading “Think you can repeat after me?” SV4 blushes as he nods, doing his best to look at the words and recognize them. After a while one word poked at him the most “What is love?” SV3 pauses and lets out a hum thinking “Well it starts with friendships not always but usually it does, you're close to someone and trust them with everything! You feel a connection with this person you dont feel with anyone else, your heart sings just being near that person.” He stops talking, staring at the book showing the couple kissing “Love feels different for many, romantic love is powerful, family love...well that's something people feel then there is friendship love.” SV4 sits up looking at 3 with curiosity “Have you felt love?”

SV3 closes the book and sets it aside as he gets up from the sofa. “Perhaps once I did, but that was a long time ago.” He reaches up touching his eye patch, shaking himself away from thoughts he turns to SV4 grabbing his hand. SV4 gets up and follows the doctor. “Now SV4 I need to head out to get some things, let's do a physical so I can make sure you're doing good before I head out.” SV4 follows the man and sits on the bed, he watches as SV3 grabs his stethoscope. SV3 walks up to him and slides it under the SV4’s shirt, as he places the chest piece to his chest he notices an increase in the man's heart rate.  SV4 looked away, face hidden with his hair, he didn't understand why his face felt warm or why his heart was trying to run. Just like before he wasn't in danger and yet his heart was ready to leave his chest, SV3 pulled back putting the stethoscope away “I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, your heart was racing…i can't imagine how hard things have been for you. From the sound of things you are healthy, we just need to make sure those wounds heal with no interruptions.” 

SV4 reaches out before pulling his arm back, he looks down “What does that mean?” SV3 smiles softly as he gently places his hand on the man’s shoulder “Means no running or extremely heavy lifting, don't worry we will be living together for a while so i will let you know. Now I need to head out to make sure I have enough supplies for us both, stay here and keep the door locked!”  Before he can walk away SV4 grabs him, he tilts his head curious as to what the man is thinking.  He watches as 4 grabs the stethoscope, he clumsily puts it on before slamming the chest piece against SV3 chest. “What are you doing?” SV3 watches as SV4 growls annoyed at the stethoscope “You need help, stupid thing wont let me hear anything!”

SV3 smiles taking off his jacket, 4 freezes as he watches the man lifting his shirt revealing his chest. He then takes the chest piece and places it for SV4 to hear his heart “Is this what you wanted?” SV4 blushes, staring at the man’s chest slowly nodding, then his flustered expression changed to one of joy hearing SV3 heartbeat. “I hear it, does this mean you're okay?” SV4 looks at 3 excitedly making the man giggle and nod “Yes, now don't worry so much i will be back in no time!” He puts his jacket back on as he walks to the door, he turns to a pouting SV4. He chuckles before showing off a blaster “I will be okay, I have my blaster and the market I'm going to is a fast walk.” He leaves the clinic and locks the door behind him, it was strange to think once he is done with his usual chores someone would be waiting for him back at the clinic. Now that his ankle is better he wonders if he should get extra supplies for SV4 wounds, it would be better if he brought the man to his home. More space and he could give the man a real homemade meal, not cold sandwiches. As he arrives at the market he wonders if 4 even notice the clinic had food and eaten anything, he casually grabs his usual items before pausing. He was buying for two now, he had no idea what the man back at the clinic would like. He also needed to give SV4 something to distract himself with while he worked, that's when he saw a bright stand.

The stand had bodyguard’s watching, they glared at anyone getting too close to the small shop. Interested, he walks closer ignoring the glares and threats of the guard. With a smile he walks into the store seeing an assortment of games and systems “Explains the guards this stuff would be prime targets,” as he looks at the various systems his eyes locked on to a small portable system. Given the pair will have to go back and forth to his house and the clinic, something portable would be for the best. He picks up a yellow psp from the shelf and smiles softly, now that he knew what system to give the man he now had to figure out what games he would  be able to play. He had to make sure the games were something 4 could play with his lack of reading skills, seeing a few platformers for the system he picked the games up, purchasing them. As he makes his way back to his clinic a pair of thugs chuckle watching SV3, the doctor rolls his eye ignoring them. In the world they live in kindness is just another word for easy prey, SV3 knows the evil of the world and has looked it in the eyes. He refuses to let the darkness ruin his kind heart, that isn't to say the man is defenseless, that would be a death wish. He makes it to the clinic and locks it behind him, he puts the bags down as he makes a note to stay close for the day. Suddenly he felt hands on his waist “4?!” he squeaked out as SV4 lifted him and spun in excitement “you're home and you're safe!”

SV3 giggles “You sure know how to surprise me, I bet it was boring being here alone that's why I got you something!” SV4 puts 3 on the floor watching him dig through the bags he brought with him, where he takes out a yellow psp with a bright smile. SV4 tilts his head as he stares at the system, seeing the man’s interest 3 turns on the system “Lucky for me they had it fully charged for us, this is a system where you play video games! To show you how it works let me show you the games I got you and how to switch them out.” SV3 goes to the backroom showing SV4 the system, his eyes light up in awe as he watches. Once 3 was done showing him, he hands it over to SV4. 

SV4 stares at the system in his hand as SV3 places the games on a nearby table along with the charger, he hears game music and turns to see SV4 trying out one of the games with a small smile on his face. 3 giggles as he leaves the back room to get the rest of his items, he was happy that his guest was excited over the gift. As he starts to stock his shelf and make a care box for SV4 someone pounds on the door, 3 turns glaring at the door “We are closed.” Things stayed silent as SV3 stared at the door, the only sounds he could hear was the music blasting from 4 psp. He slowly turns and reaches over to his computer, he looks through the security cameras. He wasn't a stranger to people breaking into his clinic, as he checked the cameras he relaxed a bit seeing no one around. An alarm on his phone rings making him jump, he takes out his phone to see his reminder. With a nod he walks to the back room and goes to the cabinet, SV4 stops playing and watches SV3 take out a bottle along with a syringe. The man frowns watching SV3 draw up the liquid, 3 then walks to the bathroom. SV4 stares at the bathroom door, confused, he walks to the door and knocks “Are you sick?” 

SV3 opens the door confused by the question “No, I'm in perfect health at the moment.” SV4 points to the syringe in the man’s hand, 3 looks at his hand and lets out an awkward chuckle “Oh..this is something different, i'd rather not get into it today if you don't mind.”  The pounding on the door returned causing both men to turn looking at the front door, SV4 gets nervous taking a step back as the pounding sound reminded him of the labs. He starts to breathe heavily “Did…DID THEY FIND ME?!” Seeing the man panic SV3 runs in front of him “Hey it's okay 4, i have you let me check on our guest.”  He takes a deep breath as he walks to the front of the clinic, the front door gets blast open as several men walk in. SV3 stands there with a blank expression as he watches the piantas surround him, they smirk at him as they point a bat at him “We heard rumors of a kind doctor around these parts, lucky us we saw you shopping.”

SV3 moves the bat out of his face. “If you need a doctor I'm afraid we are closed today, I can recommend another place to go if you really need help.” The green pianta glares at him “Seems you misunderstand, we are here for your goods doctor and we aren't taking a no.”  SV3 smirks as he grabs the bat pulling the green pianta close, he kicks his knees harshly causing his grip on the bat to loosen. 3 pulls the bat away and smacks the pianta with it then points the bat at him, he looks around him seeing the shock expressions of his group “I think you misunderstand, we are closed.”

The yellow pianta shakes his head as he charges at SV3, hearing the footsteps he moves out of the way. Seeing the way 3 moved the red pianta takes his chance to grab the doctor, SV3 sighs as he ducks down slamming the bat against the pianta stomach. Green pianta stands up getting ready to attack “Now you have pissed us off, should have just given us the goods. NOW WE TAKE YOUR LIFE DOCTOR!”

SV3 flips the bat in his hand, his face not showing any fear which only angered the group more. 3 needed to get these men out of his clinic he had a patient to take care of, not only should SV4 be resting but he is now triggered and he cant be there for him. The thought brought anger to him as he moved aside avoiding the men's attack, he swung the bat making sure they felt the worst kind of pain. The green pianta hits the floor holding his arm screaming in pain, the others glare at the doctor. The yellow one looks at the eye patch and smirks, he runs out of the clinic leaving the others looking at him confused and panicked.

SV3 sighs as he looks at the group “I suggest  you do the same as your friend, as i stated before we are closed and i'm not one for those that bully others.” His grip on the bat tightens, the red pianta grabs a chair and throws it at 3. SV3 moved aside only to gasp seeing the yellow pianta return suddenly, he threw dirt into SV3 eye before landing a punch on him. The pianta cheers as the yellow one speaks up “HA NOT SO TOUGH HUH?!” 3 spits out some blood as he curses under his breath “Made me bite myself,” with his eye closed he uses the bat to hit the light switch. The pianta stands there confused by the sudden darkness, and slowly moves themself to the door where a small amount of light shines through. SV3 removes his eye patch and uses it to cover his other eye, he was ready to make sure the men before him learned their lesson till he noticed a shadow moving in the other room. SV4 couldn't breathe as the flashes of the lab flooded his mind,  he hugged his knees crying “Please…don't take me back!” As he cried a scent hit him, the scent of blood filled his nostrils. The images of the lab vanish leaving him in a dark room, he looks around hoping that the darkness wasn't another sign that he will be tested on.  The scent of blood kept calling to him, as he followed the smell everything got bright as he saw SV3 smiling softly at him. SV4 opens his eyes wide standing up, the blood is coming from SV3 he growls as he leaves the back room. SV3 is in danger and is hurt, at that moment the fear of being taken back to the labs was gone. All he wanted was to make sure no one lays a hand on the doctor.

His eyes glowed as he steps out of the back room, he growls as he approaches the pianta. SV3 eye go wide seeing the feral look on SV4 face, hearing the growl, the yellow pianta turn “AH A MONSTER!” With those words escaping his mouth SV4 grabs his head slamming him to the floor, the crunch of his skull loudly heard by all. The red pianta screams picking up the green one and running away, SV4 growls leaning close to the man’s face “Don't touch him!” SV3 watches in awe seeing how protective the man is, it was as if a switch was flipped and the scared panic man before is now a hungry beast. Panic set in remembering the results of his test, the different animal DNA. They wanted SV4 to be some kind of weapon, 3 watches as SV4 lifts up the pianta. 

SV4 growled as he slammed the pianta on the floor over and over, the man’s head bleeding. Seeing the man on the floor start bleeding from the head. SV3 took the risk of running up to 4, he grabbed his arm, his scent catching SV4 attention “SV4 STOP! YOU NEED TO TAKE A DEEP BREATH, THINK ON WHAT YOUR DOING!” SV4 pauses hearing the desperation from 3’s voice, there was no way he was going to let SV4 do something when he isn't in the right state of mind. SV4 isn't a weapon, he is a person like everyone and deserves to make the choice on his own.  “PLEASE!” He holds tight doing his best to not show his newly uncovered eye, SV4 drops the man as he slowly pats SV3's head. Feeling this SV3 slowly let go of the man, he looked down to see the yellow pianta gasping in pain. SV3 looks down, his newly uncovered green eye staring at the pianta on the floor. “You're lucky I'm not letting you die, but you make sure to tell your friends not to come here again.”  SV4 watches confused as SV3 walks and cleans his blue eye before putting the eyepatch to cover his green eye again, he sighs as he grabs a few items. He turns on the lights and starts taking care of the yellow pianta, SV4 frowns “Why are you taking care of him? Didn't he hurt you?” SV3 hums as he finishes up “Because, life is fragile and important. If you must take one do it because you have no other choice, cause trust me that sticks with you forever.” SV3 then lifts the pianta and goes outside to leave the man somewhere easy to find, he walks back to the clinic to find SV4 sitting on the bed staring at his hands.

SV3 walks up to him “Thank you, I'm so used to being alone I didn't think i would have back up.” SV4 turns to him “You're not mad?” SV3 shakes his head as he sends out a drone to fix the door and set up security, SV3 sits on the bed next to him “Of course not, you wanted to protect me and I was trying to protect you. I say we both did good in the end.” They both smile at each other, SV4 then remembers something from one of the games he played. When the characters work together to get over a boss fight they call each other friends, he looks into SV3’s blue eye “SV3…are we friends?” The doctor blushes at the question, he looks away thinking “Yeah…maybe this is what it's like to make a friend.” 

SV4 hugs 3 making the man giggle again as he hugs him back, these two days were chaotic. More so than he is used to, as he looks at SV4 he couldn't help but be thankful for the chaos. For once it might have brought him a blessing, his first friend. The pair lay in bed as SV3 watched SV4 play games on his psp till they both fell asleep. 

[movzxr]

aidlyn april day 3: paint

Spray painting

"I'm bored."

Aiden groaned out as he lay halfway off a seat in the bus. They have been in the Phantom Dimension for about 5 hours doing absolutely nothing.

The rest of the group had gone to scout out more of the area, looking for new places to go, leaving Aiden and Ashlyn alone in the graveyard to hold it down.

"Go count all the windows on each bus and come back and tell me how many you counted."

"I already did that 4 times. There's 475 windows."

Ashlyn put down the gun she was reloading and looked at him and sighed. She got up, walked over to the bus doors, and waved for Aiden to follow.

"Come on, get up. I'm gonna go find something for you to do."

Aiden rolled off the bus seat and followed Ashlyn curiously.

Ashlyn made her way to one of the buses that had spray paint all over it, swung the doors open, and walked up the steps. Aiden heard some thing rattle, so he follows her up the steps. Ashlyn had a wooden crate filled to the brim with spray paint.

"Here. Go be creative."

She shoved the crate in his arms and left, going back to tend to the guns in the main bus they stay in.

Aiden set the crate on the ground and stood up to take a look at what he had to work with.

"Hmm..."

He pulled out a pink bottle and shook it up, pulling the cap off but stopping right before her started to paint the bus.

Aiden looked to the bus where Ashlyn was, a wide grin appearing on his face.

Ashlyn looked up from the gun with a startle. Aiden had scared the hell out of her, asking her to come spray-paint with him.

"No, Aiden. I got things to do."

"Pleaseeeeee?"

Aiden said in a begging tone. Ashlyn was surprised he wasn't on his knees begging her yet.

"No."

Ashlyn said in a stern tone, hoping he got the hint to leave her alone.

"Too bad!"

"Wha-"

Before Ashlyn could finish speaking, Aiden had yanked her out of her seat and outside the bus. He dragged her all the way to the bus he was going to paint. He placed a blue can of paint in her hands.

"I thought you could use a break. Now paint!"

"Ugh Aiden. I TOLD you I had things to do!"

Ashlyn dropped the can and started to walk away, but Aiden and his fast reflexes said no. He grabbed onto her arm and swung her back to him. He made her stop right in front of him. He picked the blue spray can up and put it back in her hands.

"Here, I'm gonna show you."

Aiden turned her around so she was facing the bus wall and held her hands in his own, guiding her to draw something. Slowly, he ended up helping her draw a flower on the side of the bus. Ashlyn hadn't said a word the whole time. He backed up to check out the art they made.

"See, isn't it fun, Ash?"

"I guess."

Ashlyn stared at the art as well, and her lips curved up into a smile. She squatted down to pick out another color.

"Aiden are you gonna paint something too?"

Aiden rushed over to grab his pink can again to spray the bus.

It had been an hour since they started spray painting, and now their black outfits were all sorts of different neon colors from the spray paint. The graveyard was now full of laughter rather than painted buses.

"AH- Aiden stop!"

Ashlyn was shielding herself from Aiden, who was spraying her with neon green paint.

"HA! You started this!"

Aiden continued to spray her with paint. Ashlyn leaned in and attempted to grab a can to spray him back since she had dropped hers because Aiden was continuously spraying her. But when she started to bend over, she bent her face right into the spray paint, and it got all in her eyes.

Ashlyn let out a yelp and her knees buckled. She kneeled to the ground putting her head on the floor, covering her eyes. Aiden noticed and immediately dropped to her side.

"Shoot! Ash! Are you okay? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to get so rough with you."

"You asshole! You got it right in my eyes!"

Aiden couldn't see but she was wiping her eyes with her sleeves while scolding him. She squinted her eyes open and spotted the can of paint she was using earlier to the right of her head. She slowly grabbed it and brought it over to her, hiding it under her body.

"I'm so sorry we can stop. God, Ash, I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry."

"Nah its cool we can keep messing around."

Before Aiden could even get a word out, she shot up and sprayed him right in the face. Turning his face and the front of his hair bright purple.

Aiden sat in defeat as Ashlyn just laughed. She sprayed him until whatever was left in the can ran out.

Once the can stopped spraying, Ashlyn set it down and threw a hand over her mouth to prevent her from laughing even louder.

"Wow. I-I can't even believe this right now."

Aiden wiped the paint off his eyes with his bare hand and looked at Ashlyn. He looked at her and glanced at his hand full of the paint that was on his face before smearing it across her cheek and mouth.

"Yeah, whos laughing now, Ash?"

Ashlyn gasped. She grabbed a random can full of paint and sprayed a little bit of paint in her hand, and leaped onto Aiden and smeared some on his neck.

They play-fought with each other for a few minutes before Aiden managed to push Ashlyn off of him and allowed her to land on the grass beside him. They lay next to each other in silence, just staring at the red sky of the phantom dimension. until they heard the sound of the jeep beeping which made them both groan and sit up, rushing over to the gate to hit the button.

Logan, Tyler, Taylor, and Ben all got out of the jeep and looked around the graveyard at all the spray-painted buses. Tyler looked at Aiden and Ashlyn with an angry expression on his face.

"What the hell happened while we were gone?"

Aiden and Ashlyn glanced at each other and broke out into a fit of laughter.

Tyler rolled his eyes, knowing it's gonna be a long story.

[gx-gameon]

Part 4 of Yugi raising Jaden

Start - previous - next

Joey and Yugi walk over to Yugi’s room, Jaden was still in Yugi’s arms as he balance the boy on his hip. They made their way over to Yugi’s desk where his cards rested, spreading the cards over the desk they started debating which cards to take with him.

Gandora was an obvious choice. He was Yugi’s ace monster and had always gotten him out of rough situations.

The Dark Magician and the Dark Magician Girl were a harder choice. They were Atem’s cards. They were Atem’s friend’s spirits living on as duel monsters. Yugi had spent a long time wondering if he should still use these cards, but they reminded him so much of Atem and he knew his friend would never be mad about him using them as long as he respected his cards and their spirits. But would it be right for Yugi to bring them with him to the afterlife? An afterlife where the human souls of these monster spirits resided.

Ultimately he decided to bring them. Maybe they could lead him to where Atem and Kaiba were. The faster he found Kaiba the faster he could return to this dimension. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Atem. In fact if this had been offered to him three months ago he probably would have jumped at the chance to see his other half again without disturbing his rest. Now however, he had Jaden to worry about. He didn’t want to leave the boy for to long and make him worry.

Speaking of his boy, there was something he had to do before he left.

“Well I think that just about does it. My deck is all set.” Yugi stated as he started to put the cards away. A harder task since he was doing it one handed as Jaden was still sitting on his hip. He didn’t mind, he didn’t want to let go of his son anymore than the boy seemed to want to let go of him.

Joey reached over and started to help Yugi put the cards away. “Hold on Yug, what about the Silent Magician?” Joey hadn’t seen his friend make a deck without the Silent Magician since his duel with Thief King Bakura in the memory world. It was one of Yugi’s ace monsters. It was the monster he beat Atem with. Yugi never dueled without it now.

Yugi gently took the card from Joey. “I didn’t forget about her. She has a special job.” He then stepped away from the desk and bent down to the ground, gently coaxing Jaden to let go. Once the little boy was on his feet Yugi kneeled down in front of him.

“This card is very special to me Jaden. She’s seen me through a lot of hard times, and she’s always kept me safe.” He kept eye contact with the four year old to make sure he was following along and processing everything. He then held the card out to Jaden. “Now I want you to keep a hold of her while I’m gone.”

“But you need her to keep you safe.” Jaden started to argue, but Yugi placed his hand on his shoulder to steady the boy.

“I’ll be just fine. I want her to stay with you so I know you’re safe. So that a part of me will be protecting you while I’m gone.” Yugi explained gently, as he kept the card held out between them. “Take her.”

Jaden reached out a shaky hand and reverently grasped the card. Looking at the art work in awe. Silent Magician Level 8 was a beautiful card. A strong one to with 3500 attack points.

“Now she’s not your’s, this is a loan until I’m back and can protect you myself.” Yugi clarifies to him as he gains the little one’s attention once again. “After all I have to come back for one of my favorite cards.”

There it was, the two reasons Yugi had given that card to Jaden. First because he knew that spirit would protect Jaden with its life. Yugi’s whole deck adored that boy, but the cards closest to Yugi’s soul, Gandora, Silent Magician, and Silent Swordsman, were as protective and devoted to Jaden as Yugi himself was. Between Joey and Silent Magician no spirit or duelist would get close to Jaden. Plus it was a physical reminder to Jaden that he was coming back. He’d return from this adventure.

Jaden held the card close. He had a look of deep thought on his face before nodding to himself. “I won’t let anything happen to it.”

Yugi smiled at his kid reaching up to ruffle his hair. “I know you won’t buddy.” He then stood up and turned to Joey, holding out his hand for his deck box. “Well, we best get going. You guys want to come see me off?”

But unbeknownst to Yugi, Jaden had been thinking long and hard about what Yugi had just given him. “Wait!” The little boy cried out.

Yugi and Joey quickly turned to face the little boy but he was already running out of the room. The two teens shared a quick look wondering what had gotten into the young boy, when he came running back in, his own deck box in his hands.

He was quickly flipping through the cards. When he found the one he wanted, he let out an excited little gasp, before running up to Yugi. Once again Yugi kneeled down to be at eye level with his son. Jaden beamed at him as he thrusted his chosen card towards Yugi.

“Here. Since I’m keeping one of your cards here, you should take one of mine with you. That way my cards can protect you to.” Yugi look at his son in awe. How could anyone ever fear this sweet boy. How could they ever abandon someone with so much love in their heart.

He then looked down at the card handed to him, taking it with the same amount of reverence that Jaden took his Silent Magician. In his hand was Elemental Hero Clayman.

“I know he’s not the strongest, but his defense is really high!” Jaden cheered. Part of him wished he had a stronger monster to give, but a larger part of him trusted Clayman. He knew the card wouldn’t let him down. That it would keep his d- that it would keep Yugi safe. “I want to defend you the same way you protect me.”

Yugi pulled the sweet boy into a tight embrace. Placing a soft kiss on the side of his head. “Thank you Jaden. I’ll keep it with me the whole time. And I promise I’ll bring it back to you.” His sweet boy. His little hero.

“I know you will. You always come back to me.” Okay Yugi needed to leave before his son said something else that made him want to never let the boy go.

Yugi held Jaden tightly for a second longer before gently pulling back. “Alright it’s time to go.” He quickly scooped the boy up and stood back up making Jaden squeal at the sudden change of height. With his son giggling in his arms he turned his attention to Joey.

Joey, who was quickly whipping tears from his eyes. Yugi wouldn’t tease him about them. After all he’d have to admit to his own if he did so.

“Ready to go?” He asked his best friend.

“Yah, just got something in my eye.” Joey responded as he finished whipping his eyes. He then turned his attention to the father son duo in front of him. “Ready to save Kaiba’s keister?” He cheered with all the bravo he normally had. Yugi smiled and nodded. “Alright! Jaden you ready for an awesome time with Uncle Joey?”

Jaden still had a soft bit of worry in his eyes but it was quickly replaced by enthusiasm as he cheered along with Joey.

Yugi chuckled over the two. Turning towards the door he lead the way down stairs and the three set out on their way to Kaiba Corp.

[spectre-ship]

sewing project posting time has come at last! it's been so long since I posted my sewing stuff—took a while to work up the courage for it I think. it is still just mid 19th century style shirts. i will do waistcoats and pants soon enough i swear

in order to take these photos I had to take my mirror and recklessly perch it atop a little stand I keep next to my desk, so apologies for the resulting inconsistent picture quality. I need to concoct a better solution—wall mirror probably. relatedly, please forgive the crazy way I'm holding my phone in all of these pictures

first up: the blue work shirt here. I experimented with the placket (front buttons) here, mixing ideas from a couple mid-19th century shirts in the collection of the Merchant Tailor Museum (my decision to only have two buttons on the front was derived from shirts like this.) the fabric is literally from Wal-Mart and is a little rough—I'm honestly not sure what exactly the intended use case is—but it's very light and comfortable, it looks pretty period, and depending on how I wear it, the resulting shirt is anywhere from roguish and sailor-y to salt-of-the-earth and farmer-y. I'm slightly paranoid that if I go out in this someone will think I'm Amish

importantly, I made this one larger than all of my previous shirts, which clued me into the fact that I had been doing something wrong when I made my first few: the sleeves were formerly way too short and narrow. the more liberal dimensions of this shirt fixed the problem, and the sleeves on this one puff out really nicely!

I will not be doing any closeups on this shirt because a lot of the stitching looks terrible (though it's quite functional.) I had dabbled with a couple machine seams here and there before, but this one was a larger-scale learning exercise with my "new" sewing machine, a Singer 99k from 1932 with a hand crank. (I can't get the light to cooperate to take a decent picture of it, unfortunately.) luckily, the poor workmanship is mostly hidden by whatever I'm wearing with it and the folding-back of the cuffs, which was a common way to wear shirts like this in the early and middle 19th century.

next up: Mr Fancy

this shirt is inspired by a specific one from the same museum I was looking at earlier. typical pleated-front shirts of the 19th century will cut out a panel from the chest, and insert two pleated panels of slightly finer fabric in its stead; this shirt (and my homage to it) instead just neatly folds the front inward, tacks everything in place with a little patch, and calls it a day; the "cheating" at work is hidden by a waistcoat.

...part of why i took so long to post this is that the fabric is a little diaphanous-looking. so, uh, don't mind that. or do.

not perfect; could stand to be a little neater, there's some bits where you can see i was struggling a little with the machine, and I need to reposition the top button slightly to the right (left in the picture.) but i think it's pretty handsome for a first try. (

with a fuller ensemble. I don't know if I would go quite so far as to call this a dress shirt, but it's certainly a couple steps up in formality from the checked blue one, and the inconsistent workmanship remains largely hidden. i also feel much more confident in my use of the machine after this one. relatedly, I have to strongly recommend the inimitable Mr Briggs' wonderful tutorial on machine-sewing 18th century/"pirate" shirts*, which was immensely helpful in not just constructing this solidly, but in constructing it efficiently.

if there's one thing I'm unhappy with on this shirt, it's the way I did the shoulders; the shoulder seam should have lots of puffy gathers, but I made the underarm gussets too small. as a result, the shirt sleeve fabric can't bunch up as much, which makes the seam a little flat looking (though there is still a little gathering, which is much better than no gathers at all.)

at some point I plan to revisit the idea of pleated front shirts, and try to make a "proper" dress shirt or two, where I properly cut the bosom piece out & otherwise hold myself to higher standards. eventually I wanna try and recreate this lacy French beauty from the 1860s.

*which are, broadly, constructed very similarly to most (western european & american) shirts until about the 1840s, with most changes in shirt design between the 18th and early 19th century being fairly small details like cuff length, how the bosom/placket is finished, and the height and shape of the collar.

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anyway, future plans: I was originally planning to call it quits with making shirts for a while, and I already have a couple pieces cut out for a blue waistcoat I've been planning. I'll get to that fairly soon, but in the more immediate future I'm planning to take another run up at the idea of a shirt with ruffles/frills. my last one was honestly kind of bad; the pictures looked OK, but the collar is half as tall as it needs to be, the frill is constructed pretty poorly, and the material is way too coarse. in practice, it doesn't really puff out like it's supposed to, and the texture is maybe a couple steps down in roughness from a painter's canvas.

the cotton lawn I made the pleated one from (and I got a lot of it) is very comfortable and light, and for various reasons I now feel much more confident in the idea of wearing a really frilly poofy shirt out and about. so for this one I will be going all out. two inch frills on the cuffs with lace trim on the ends! a neck opening ruffle so voluminous you could use it as a bedsheet! I'm very excited for it, and have actually cut all the pieces out already; I intend to resume work on it within minutes of hitting "post" here. my guiding principle is that it needs to look like something Tom Cruise would wear as Lestat in the 1994 Interview with the Vampire movie. any photo where I'm wearing the shirt needs to feel like a thirst trap. so stay tuned I guess :3

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you can get away with like Anything if you solidify your persona as being someone silly and theatrical and whimsical. i do this thing where i frequently forget what i’m doing if it’s more than a few steps away so i’ll hold my hands in front of me accomplishing The Ghost Of The Task so i can look down and remember what the task was when i forget and a new person at one of my jobs asked why i was ‘air typing’ and it blew my other coworker’s mind. they just thought i was on some comedy. i am unmedicated

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saw that your request are open! if you happen to write for Steve Harrington, can you do an imagine where the reader dives into lovers lake to look for gate instead of Steve, and gets dragged under and attacked by the bats? maybe Steve confesses his feeling for them. thanks in advance?

Don’t Let Go || Steve Harrington

Summary: You had taken one for the team to go search for watergate, however when that decision leaves you injured, Steve is there to help you.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: canon level violence, mentions of blood, injuries, cussing, season 4 spoilers

Requested: Yes!

Notes: send me more requests guys, I love doing them!

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You guys had been walking for what felt like forever. Dustin was in the front with the compass reassuring everyone that something was finally happening while the rest of you trailed a little behind.

“Dustin? Can you slow down? Dustin?” Eddie chases after Dustin, not doing much of anything as Dustin almost walks into lovers lake.

You all looked at each other a bit confused as to why there would even be a gate in lovers lake.

“a gate into another dimension at the bottom of a lake. That's not terrifying at all.” You mumble while shaking your head.

Steve was right beside you, and as the words left your mouth he took a small step closer to you, hoping maybe that it would give you some type of peace of mind. You hadn't really thought much about it and continued to listen in on the conversation.

You all had come to the conclusion that much like the Demogorgon, Vecna left open gates wherever he attacked. This specific gate being caused by the death of Patrick.

“I guess there's only one way to find out.” and the old wooden boat was uncovered and not so gently put into the water.

You and Robin were the first to get in the boat, both of you earning a look from steve that clearly said ‘be careful’

Though the look he had for Robin was much different from the one he gave you. Hers was a concern for a best friend, and the one he held for you was a concern for the girl he was unequivocally in love with.

It was clear that the little boat would not hold more than a few people so with five grown teenagers now on it, it was pushing the limits.

Dustin, Lucas, and Max hadn't been very happy that they weren't allowed to join on the adventure, but everyone on that boat would do anything to keep them safe.

Steve was sitting closely next to you while Nancy, Robin, and Eddie were on the other end.

“You good.” Steve tried to talk softly, but it came out more in a rough tone.

“Yeah I'm good,” you gave him a reassuring smile before you looked out into the water, waiting patiently for something to happen.

It was only a few moments later when the compass started going haywire. All of their attention was then focused as the boat came to a stop.

The silence was interrupted by a radio from Dustin, clearly confused as to what was going on.

While everyone was focused on the compass, a very bright idea popped into your head, as you stood up taking off your shoes.

“Woah there, what the hell are you doing?” Steve's eyes were wider than you had ever seen, and there was concern plastered on his features.

“Someone has gotta go down there.” Before Steve could say anything else you continued, “I can hold my breath longer than any of you guys, and I've been a certified lifeguard for years.”

Steve only scoffed at your attempt to convince everyone you should go, “I'm not letting you go down there. You are out of your mind.”

“Steve, I'm very capable of handling myself. I understand you think I'm a fragile girl, but I'm good.” You almost snap at him, not knowing the real reason he was so adamant about you not going down there.

“Seriously Y/N! That's not why-.” He was unable to finish his sentence because you had dove straight into the water, flashlight in hand.

“Y/N!” His heart was now racing terribly fast as he damn near jumped off the boat.

“Steve, she can handle herself, it's fine.” Nancy reasoned with him as Robin sat him back down.

While everyone was nervously waiting for you to resurface you had finally found the bright red gate. You couldn't help the curiosity as you inched your hand closer to the opening, what you didn't expect was a moment, startling you enough to drop the flashlight and swim quickly to the surface again. Luckily you had just enough air left in your lungs to reach the top, immediately grabbing the side of the boat.

“I found it.” You announced.

Steve didn't even waste a second before he grabbed your hand, getting ready to pull you out of the water, that was until you felt something tugging on your legs, almost pulling you under again.

“Shit! Steve, don't let go of my hand.” You pleaded as you started to feel the tugging again.

Steve was now desperately trying to hold onto you, but your hands had been too slippery for you to get a good grip, and before anyone could help you were pulled right from his grasp and into the water, headed straight for the upside-down.

You tried to fight against whatever was wrapped around your leg but it was no use as you were now being roughly pulled through to the other side. The tugging didn't end there though because as soon as air was filled back into your lungs, your back was now on fire as it was viciously dragged over the rough ground until you were thrown up against something.

You were letting out heavy breaths as you painfully stood up from the ground, taking a look around what seemed to be lovers lake with no water.

It wasn't long before your attention was pulled to something flying in the sky headed straight for you. You didn't have much time to prepare for whatever was heading toward you so your best option was to grab a wooden paddle from the wrecked boat on the ground.

You swatted at the monster, yet it didn't do much good as two other ones came from different directions. They had effectively knocked you to the ground.

“Get Off!” you screamed painfully as one had its tail wrapped tightly around your neck. You weren't ready for what happened next when one of the bats sank its teeth and claws right into your side, followed by another doing the same thing.

“AH,” You were now screaming in agony as a blinding hot pain shot through you, and you had almost accepted your fate when Steve showed up.

All he could see was red when he saw you were being hurt. Between him, Nancy, Robin, and Eddie they had managed to get the last bat off of you.

You weren't sure if it was the adrenaline or something else that willed you to stand, but you did, helping as much as you could to fight off the bats.

A few moments passed and the bats seemed to settle around the gate blocking everyone off from going back to their dimension.

“Shit, shit, shit…are you okay.” Steve was now at your side, running his eyes up and down your entire body taking in all of your injuries.

“I think they took a little fresh but I'm okay.” You reassured him, honestly not feeling as bad as you probably should have as the adrenaline was coursing through your body.

“Guys come on!” Nancy began ushering them all into the tree line hoping for a little peace from the bats.

With Steve holding tightly onto your hand, you all ran as fast as you could to safety.

After you all had made it to skull rock, you started feeling the true effects of your injuries. You stepped away from the group a moment as your vision blurred, sending you falling into the side of the big rock.

“Y/N!” Steve rushed over to you, supporting the majority of your body weight, knowing you couldn't really hold yourself up.

“I-I’m good. Just got a little dizzy.” Your voice was small and painful.

Steve gently rested your body against the rock, getting a good look at your torso, “You're not okay, you're losing too much blood.” He was now panicking.

Before much else could happen Nancy ripped the fabric from some of her clothing and handed it to steve.

“Here, let's sit you down.” He gently wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to drop to the ground onto your knees. “I need to take your shirt off.” Steve blurted out, unsure of how to word it.

“Wow Harrington, don't you think you should ask me on a date first.” You tried to make light of this very shitty situation.

“Humor is intact, that's a good sign of not being infected with rabies.” Robin's nervous voice rang through the air, earning another small giggle from you.

Though you had been completely joking, it hit a little too close to home for Steve and the look on his face sent a curious thought through your head, though you didn't have much time to explore it because Steve was now lifting your mangled shift off your body leaving you only in a black bra. It was then that his hands had started to nervously shake and he was trying his best not to focus on how you looked in a bra.

“This is gonna hurt.” Steve was preparing you, fabric in hand ready to wrap around your waist.

“Please just get it over with.” You shut your eyes tightly, waiting for the contact to be made on your sore skin.

Steve tried being as gentle as possible, but every whimper you let out sent a crack through his heart.

“All done.” He finished the bandaging off with a small tie holding it in place, then gentling pulling you up off the ground making sure you could stand steadily.

You hadn't had a chance to thank him before he began taking his own shirt off. Even with the pain you were in, you couldn't help but stare at his bare chest for a moment, suddenly realizing how close the two of you truly were.

“Here put this on, your shirt is pretty done for.” He watches you struggle for a moment trying to get the shirt on without pain shooting through your side.

“C-Can you help me?” Your voice was timid, but Steve immediately helped get the shirt over your head and in the proper spot.

Your hair was now ruffled and covering your face, from the shirt going over your head and Steve couldn't stop himself from brushing it out of your eyes.

“Thank you, Steve, for everything.” He was now intensely looking at you, brain clearly going in overdrive.

An overwhelming amount of emotion had washed over him, immediately sending tears to the brim of his eyes.

“I'm sorry I couldn't hold on to your hand.” He was now recalling the moment you got pulled underwater.

You knew exactly where his mind was going, and you also knew that absolutely none of this was his fault, “Don't even go there. This is not your fault okay? You saved me.”

“I love you.” was all he could think to say.

“I love you too,” You uttered back, not understanding the connotation of what he just said.

He took your face into his hands, one resting on each cheek. “No Y/N, I love you, like I want to be with you.” He tried explaining as a warm heat crept up his neck and cheeks.

Your heart did a few flips in your chest immediately sending a sweet smile to your lips. Steve loved you and if the past day had made you realize anything it's that you most certainly love him too.

You had been so excited you forgot to say the words back to him, you immediately pulled him into a gentle kiss. He is mindful of your injuries and ops to run his fingers through your hair instead of wrapping his arms around your waist like he wanted to.

You abruptly pulled away from the kiss, realizing you hadn't said it back to him yet.

“Oh! Shit! I love you too.” You exclaimed.

His forehead fell against yours in laughter, “After we get out of all this, I'd very much like to take you on that date you were mentioning earlier.”

“I'd like that too Steve.”

The endearing moment was interrupted when a jean jacket harshly hit Steve in the side of the head, causing him to look in the direction it came from.

“Modesty man.”

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Falling for the Freak - Eddie Munson Fix-It Fic - Chapter 21

Hi there! I hope you all are doing well! I am doing significantly better than I was last night. It was a weird one last night. But we made it through and here we are. I have now created a masterlist for this fic since there’s starting to be a wild amount of chapters. (I’m listening to Master of Puppets right now)

CHAPTER SUMMARY: The gang fights Vecna and in this version they’re totally gonna kick his ass and send him back to the Upside Down where he belongs. Also, please, please, please, no matter how much I might trick you into believing otherwise, I swear on my life that this is a fix-it fic. Things are gonna get hairy in this chapter but I promise it’s gonna work out. 

DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS: Plot points/dialogue used from the original show and script belong to the Duffer Brothers. Beware of language and violence, there will also be fluff and angst. 

Chapter 21

Eddie, Dustin, and I finished up reinforcing the outside of Eddie’s trailer and then went inside. Eddie led us to his room where he approached his guitar which hung on the wall. He plucked it off its hook and turned to us slowly.

“Are you ready for the most metal concert ever?” he asked.

I couldn’t help but smile. He was crazy. He was absolutely bonkers, but I damn did I love him.

“Help me with the amp and the wires?” Eddie asked.

“You bet,” Dustin said and immediately went to work collecting up Eddie’s supplies.

We carried the amp and cables out through the front door of the trailer. We had set up a latter to around the back of the trailer so we could get up on the roof. Eddie climbed the latter and we handed him first his guitar, then the amp and its cords. I let Dustin climb up the latter first and then I followed. The three of us stood on the roof of the trailer looking out at the dark clouds of the Upside Down.

This place was nothing like I ever could’ve imagined. It was incredibly dark, the sky clouded over with a storm that flashed and crackled with red lightning. Vines slithered all over the ground and the air was rancid with the stench of decay, as if the entire world was in a post mortem state. I felt cold and empty as I looked around at the alternate dimension. It was vast but so clearly full of death and disease. It was a land only fit for beasts.

“You ready?” Dustin asked.

“Maybe,” Eddie said. He looked at me with a determined glint in his eye. Eddie wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me into a rough kiss. “Now I’m ready,” he said and yanked the guitar pick he kept on a chain around his neck off. Dustin turned on the amp as loud as it could go. “Chrissy, this is for you,” Eddie muttered and then powerfully strummed out the first chord of Metallica’s “Master of Puppets”.

Dustin and I croached down by the amps. We both watched (and headbanged) with Eddie for a few seconds before Dustin stood up with his binoculars in hand. He looked through his scopes and then turned to Eddie. 

“We’ve gotta lock down in T minus thirty seconds!” he yelled.

Eddie nodded, never losing his place in the song. He and I had listend to the song dozens of times in the weeks leading up to all of this. I knew he had been working on learning it, but I had no idea he could play it this well. I watched in awe as he shredded away on the guitar. Red lightning flashed in the distance and I had to remind myself that we weren’t really at a rock concert.

It was the cries of the demobats that first sent a chill down my spine. I pulled my eyes off of Eddie and turned to look in the direction Dustin was staring. I strode over to him and took his binoculars from him. As I looked out at the dead field surrounding us, I saw them. I first thought it was a cloud, it was so dense. But then I saw the individual animals - creatures - flying toward us in a swarm.

“Oh my God,” I said.

“Let me look,” Dustin said, tugging at the binoculars. “Eddie, T minus tweny!” he yelled as Eddie broke out into the song’s guitar solo. “T minus ten!” he said, holding up two fingers. “Five!” Dustin yelled. As Dustin gave him the final signal, Eddie strucke a power chord and then we all rushed down the latter.

We sprinted around to the front of the trailer where we had set up a  fence in front of the door. Eddie held it open for Dustin and I and then locked it behind us. We all rushed through the front door and shut it as quickly as we could. Once it was closed, we all crumbled against the walls, breathing heavily.

“Dude,” Dustin gasped and we both looked over at him. For a moment my herat stopped thinking he was hurt. “Most, metal EVER!!!!” Eddie and him grabbed each other by the shoulders and started jumping up and down screaming.

Eddie pulled me into their celebration and soon enough the three of us were holding on to each other for dear life. I never wanted to let either of them go, but we had business to finish.

We all picked up spears and our trash can shields. We slowly inched our way towards the living room, where our rope to the normal world still hung in limbo. We were almost there when a vent suddenly burst open and a bat began to struggle to get in. We all screamed and then Eddie began to wildly stab at the creature until it disappeared. He rushed to close the vent tightly.

“Nice,” Dustin said, breathless. Eddie high fived him weakly. “Are there any other vents?” he asked.

Me and Eddie exchanged a terrfied glance. “Shit,” we said together.

We both grabbed on to Dustin and rushed to the rope. Eddie helped Dustin climb the rope and then pushed me up. I could hear the army of bats busting into the trailer from the other dimension. Eddie began to climb but then froze. I knew what the bastard was going to do before he could move any further. I immediately began to climb the rope again, returning to the Upside Down.

“EDDIE NO!” Dustin screamed. “Y/N! WAIT”

Just as I was crossing into the Upside Down, Eddie sliced the rope in half with his spear. It went slack in my hands and I fell onto Eddie in a tumble of limbs. We both went down hard but I was thankful that neither of us at least had been impaled by a spear or a stray nail. I was up on my feet before Eddie and I gathered every weapon I could see and then grabbed Eddie by the hand.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” Dustin yelled. I could hear his desperate pleas for us to stop and think about what we were doing. It broke my heart.

“Buying us time more time!” Eddie yelled, slinging a shield and a spear over his back. He pushed the mattress out of the way so there would be nowhere to land if Dustin tried to join us. 

“Eddie we have to go!” I yelled, watching as bats began to swarm into the trailer. I grabbed his hand again and pulled him away from the gate.

We ran out of the trailer and located a bicycle. Eddie hopped on it and I jumped on the back, holding tightly to his shoulders. I could still hear Dustin yelling as we rode away from the trailer. A giant black cloud of demobats followed behind us, angrily crying at their fleeing prey.

“Why did you do that?!” Eddie shouted at me. “Why did you come back?”

“I could ask you the same fucking thing!” I shouted. “You watch over me, I watch over you! That’s what we agreed on!”

“God you’re so stupid! Why are you being so stupid?!” he screamed and I thought I could hear his voice crack a bit.

“I love you, you idiot!” I shouted. “You die, I die!”

“God damnit!” Eddie yelled but kept peddling along the road. He looked behind us at the swarm of bats hot on our tail. “COME GET US YOU SONS OF BITCHES!” He shrieked.

He peddled faster but there was no escaping the monsters pursuing us. A demobat came out of nowhere on the right and body slammed Eddie in the shoulder. We were knocked off balance by the impact and tumbled to the ground. The wind was thrown out of my lungs as I landed roughly on the ground. I rolled a few feet before I stopped.

“Y/N!” I heared Eddie call.

“I’m here!” I responded, getting up as quickly as I could. 

Eddie was off to my left, pushing himself off the ground. I ran over to him and helped him up. We stood together facing the cloud of bats. I couldn’t imagine a world where we made it out of this alive, but I had to try. I gripped Eddie’s hand tightly. 

“I’m here,” I said again. “I’m not going anywhere,”

“I love you,” Eddie said.

“I love you too,” I said.

We both pulled our spears from off our backs and held our shields at the ready. The cries of the bats were deafening. It made my ears ring. My heart pounded and my body ached from rolling across the pavement. I watched as the bats swarmed upwards and then suddenly were on us. We each let out a battle cry and held out our shields in an attempt to prevent the worst of the head on attack. I hoped they would pass us by and leave, but that wasn’t about to happen in a million years. 

Bat after bat crashed into our shields. I had a strange thought that this must be what a windshield must feel during buggy days. I held tightly onto my shield as I was bombarded by monsters. One got stuck on the nails of my shield and I had to peel it off. 

“Oh God,” I mumbled as I watched it wriggle on the ground in pain. I stabbed it with my spear to put the damn thing out of its misery.

“Y/N,” Eddie said. The shower of monsters had stopped momentarily. I looked around us as the bats flew above us. They seemed to be reforming - coming up with a new battle strategy. “Go,” Eddie said. “Go!” he yelled at me.

I took his hand and we began to sprint towards the trailer. We swung blindly at any bat that threatened to get too close. As we got closer to the trailer, I could see a stumbling shape moving slowly towards us. I could hear Dustin again and realized the shape I was seeing was my cousin. He had dove through the gate. He was clearly limping badly. 

“Dustin!” I yelled.

I heard his voice but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. Then the bats were on us again. I lost my grip on Eddie as the bats tore at my clothes. I felt teeth sinking into my skin before I saw anything. The swarm was too thick to be able to see more than a foot in front of me. I fell to the ground and curled into a ball in an attempt to protect myself. Pain followed by the hot and sticky feeling of running blood was blooming across my body. I was vaguely aware that I was screaming and crying like a small child. I couldn’t find it in my brain to take hold of my weapons and fight off my attackers. It seemed like the pain would never end. I had just rezlied that I was going to die down here in this living hell when suddenly, the bats all dropped dead around me. 

Their cries were gone and I was left with astonishing silence. My heart was pounding and everything hurt. I then heard Dustin yelling my name and Eddie’s name. I realized I was alive. If my heart was still pounding and I was still alive may be Eddie was too.

I hurled myself up, stumbling to my feet. I could barely walk, let alone run, but I somehow managed to locate Eddie on the ground and sprint to him. He was flat on the ground on his back, his shield tossed aside and his spear broken beside him. I couldn’t tell if he was breathing as I approached. Tears started streaming down my face.

I fell to my knees beside him once I was close enough. Eddie was just barely gasping for breath. There was bites all along his torso and his legs. His clothes were wripped to shreds and blood was streaming from his mouth. My mouth fell open in a scream but no sound came out. All I could do was to craddle him into my lap and hold him. 

I began rocking slowly as words finally came into my mouth. “It’s ok, it’s ok, shhhh, you’re ok. I love you, you’re ok, I love you, it’s going to be ok,” I couldn’t stop saying these words or variations of them. Eddie was stuttering something out but I couldn’t hear it.

Then Dustin was at my side and I had to fight to hear and comprehend what he was saying to me. I felt Dustin’s hand on my shoulder. Eddie reached his hand up slowly and Dustin held on to it.

“Eddie,” Dustin said and I finally heard it. “Eddie, no, come on, you’ve gotta get up. OH God. OH GOD,”

“It’s that bad huh?” Eddie asked.

“No,” I said. “No, we’re going to get you out of here,”

“Come on, get up, Eddie,” Dustin said and we both began trying to move him.

He was heavy and we struggled. Eddie groaned in pain and gripped both of us tightly. “Give me a minute,” he said and we laid him back down. He turned his head slowly towards Dustin. “Henderson. You’re gonna have to look after those little sheep for me ok?” And I realized he was saying goodbye to us. Sobs wracked my body. Then Eddie turned to me. “Y/N. I’ve loved you since the minute I saw you...” he took a shallow breath and spit out a mouthful of blood. “in that fucking movie store. I really wish I had... told you sooner,”

Eddie closed his eyes and I felt my entire world fall to pieces. It seemed like the world went entirely black. I couldn’t see anything or hear anything but for a faint buzzing sound. I was aware that Dustin was crying with me and that eventually he began to pull on my shoulders. He was trying to get me out of the Upside Down. He was trying to save me. 

I wouldn’t leave Eddie. I couldn’t leave Eddie. Not there. Not alone. I fell onto his chest, heaving sob after sob over his body. I wrapped my arms around him as if I could will my life into him by holding him close enough. Then there were more hands pulling at me. I looked up to see Steve, Nancy, and Robin all around me. Dustin was sitting a few feet away, his face in his hands.

“He’s gone Y/N,” Robin said softly. “I’m sorry. We have to go,”

“I can’t leave him!” I yelled, still holding on to Eddie.

“Y/N” Steve said sternly, “we really have to get out of here,”

“NO!” I yelled. I felt something animalistic burning inside of me.

“You need a doctor, don’t let yourself die too!” Steve said. “He’s gone,”

Then I felt it. It was the slightest of movements from Eddie’s body. From his chest. His lungs. I looked up and saw his eyes fluttering. 

“NO HE’S NOT!” I shrieked, “EDDIE, EDDIE, WAKE UP!”

I shook him hard, probably harder than I should have, but I was desperate. I wasn’t going to accept that I had lost him. His eyes opened slowly and his hand weakly grabbed at my arms. Eddie tried to speak but I shushed him, encouraging him to save his strength.

“HELP ME!” I yelled at the others. I didn’t care if they were scared of me. I wanted them to listen. We were going to save Eddie.

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I woke up in the hospital the next day. The stark white walls of my room seemed too bright in contrast to the dark world I had experienced only hours before. I was groggy to say the least. There were bandages all over my body, which was dressed in a loose hospital gown. There was a ringing in my ears that seemed deafening at first but then quieted down as I came into consciousness. 

I was alone. The room was quiet except for the beeping of my heart monitor. I slowly sat up and moaned at the pain that raced across my entire body. I pulled the blankets off my legs and swung my feet over the side of the bed. I could hardly stand. I had to hold on to the railings of my bed for a few minutes before I was certain I wouldn’t fall when I let go. I was attached to an IV drip and took the wheeling stand with me as I began to walk. I used it as a makeshift cane in order to get to the bathroom off of my room.

When I saw my face in the mirror, I didn’t recognize myself. I was beat up. The skin on my face was mixed shades of blue and purple and there were several scrapes and cuts all around my features. The skin on my arms and neck didn’t look much better. I stared at my new face for a few minutes and then went in search of what I truly wanted to find.

I stumbled my way out of my room. It must’ve been early in the morning when the hospital was low of staff because as wrecked as I looked there wasn’t anybody around to see me. I roamed aimlessly down the hall until I saw a familiar looking profile sitting in a chair outside a room. I slowly approached the figure. 

It was Wayne Munson.

I was in the right place.

When I reached him, he looked up at me. At first he looked horrified and I couldn’t blame him given my current state. He took off his baseball hat and clutched it close to his chest.

“Miss Y/LN,” he said quietly.

“Hi Mr. Munson,” I tried to say, but my voice came out like a croak. “Hi,” I whispered. “Is Eddie in here?” I asked.

Wayne nodded. 

“Did they tell you what happened?” I asked.

“Just that you two were in the car when the Earth quake started to tremble,” Wayne said.

“Earth quake?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Wayne said. “It didn’t actually split anything, but man those tremors were bad for a while,”

“It didn’t split,” I repeated.

“No,” Wayne replied. “Thank God. I just wish you two had been somewhere safe when it happened. I’m so sorry to see you both hurt like this,”

I paused. “He’s alive?” I asked.

Wayne nodded again. “By the skin of his teeth,”

The fear finally released itself from my body. I could’ve cried then and there but I figured I would save my tears for Eddie. I slowly walked into the room. I thought I had looked bad. Eddie’s body was in shambles. I could see stiches all across his skin and bandages wrapped all over his body. His eyes were closed, he was sleeping. I watched to make sure I could see his chest rising and falling before I completely relaxed. Once I heard an exhale, I let out a sigh of relief.

I padded my way over to the side of his bed and sat down. The mattress sank under my weight and Eddie stirred. His eyelids slowly lifted and his brown irises landed on me. Suddenly his eyes got wide and he began reaching for me.

“Shh,” I said. “I’m ok. Don’t worry about me,”

Tears formed at the corners of both of our eyes. I wiped away his and let mine fall down my cheeks. Eddie slowly and with a wince of pain reached up and grabbed my hand. He pressed a soft and wet kiss to my palm and then each of my fingers.

“You’re alive,” he said.

“We both are,” I said. We watched each other for another second before I completely broke down. “Eddie, I was so scared. I was almost certain I lost you. I just couldn’t leave you there, not in that place, it was too horrible,”

“I’m here,” he said. “I’m here. I’m alive. I’m alive because of you,” He held my hand tightly and continued to press kisses against the skin. “I love you beyond anything I’ve ever known, Y/N,” he said.

“Eddie,” I said, a sob working its way out of my body. “Eddie I love you, so much. I’m so happy you’re here with me,”

Eddie slowly moved over on the mattress and I slid in beside him. I didn’t want to risk hurting him, so I curled against his side and let him stay still. I held on to his hand, relishing in the feeling of our connection. We didn’t talk much. We just stayed in each other’s company. We weren’t interrupted by anyone, not Wayne, not my Aunt Claudia, or Dustin, or any nurse. If we had been I knew I would’ve fought to stay with Eddie at least through the night.

After coming so close to losing him forever, I was never about to let him go.

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[cigtray]

BEATINGS, BRUISES AND LAUGHTER

Pairing: JJ x Reader

In which: Nobody can successfully calm JJ down the night he freaks out. Everybody slept in a chateau with a friend that screamed all night and wouldn’t let anybody touch him. Till on the porch when the pogues hear him laughing.

Category: Angst (¿) but also Flufffy

Warnings: cursing, a lil kiss, typos

You couldn’t have known, how would you have known? There wasn’t any way for you to have known that this wouldn’t be another lovely day of messing around on the S.S. Pogue.

You had worked at the ship wreck the night before, taking orders and almost spilling trays of waters. So there was no way to know what you missed…

“Who the fuck does he think he is?! As if I’d ever willingly do anything for him?! In exchange for what?! Huh?! Bruises? Hell no! To hell with him!” It had been an hour and a half since JJ had practically crumbled in front of his friends, and absolutely refused to let any of them try to even remotely help him. He rambled; he talked about how it hurt, the things he craved, he talked about wanting a home of his own, of wanting a father, he talked about beatings and about pain. He talked about his abuse.

While all his friends wanting to hold him, to silently talk to him in their softest voices he refused, exclaiming “this is why I can’t say anything! Look at you all! Pitying me!” It had gone on, and on, and on. This was only the start at nine p.m.

At 11 p.m. the clattering of things could be heard along with the screams of JJ and John B., who had resorted to helping his friends in the fashion of wrecking things.

CRASH

There went a plate.

BAM

A skillet hit the floor.

“FUCK YOU DAD FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I HATE YOUR GUTS!”

Down went a delicate China teacup.

At 12 a.m. You would see Pope comforting JJ by silently driving him around in the boat, letting JJ sit to the side and dangle his feet off the boat with a blunt in hand.

At 1 a.m. you’d see Kiara try to softly place a hand on JJ and say “hey, why don’t we-“ but he’d only jerk himself away and say “I don’t wanna fucking talk about it Kie.” And silently walk away from her.

And by 3 a.m. you’d find JJ crying while the others slept.

By 10 a.m. in the morning? You’d find (y/n) and JJ on the porch. At least that’s what the others found.

“Hey J!” You laughed excitedly as you moved a little faster to reach the blond. “Hey there (y/n)” he said softly “bit early for you huh? Rough night?” You slowed your walk as you neared him, looking at the tired look that seemed to make itself at home on his face. “Maybe.”

“A maybe is never quite a good thing with you Maybank.” You told him, raising an eyebrow while coming to sit next to him. “And why would you say that, milady?” He asked, silently thanking you for not prodding at him. Hed tell you, just not yet. He needed a little bit more of a peaceful mind before he could relay all that had happened. And you’d worry, he knew you’d worry. “You remember when you made me fruit loops? And I asked you if the milk had expired? After I ate an entire bowl? And you told me maybe?” JJ snorted at this, “you threw up like three times” “yeah and you and John B just laughed at me.”

JJ wrapped an arm around you simply sighing before saying “do you want to smoke with me?” You tilted your head up to look at him, he really did look tired. And you’d be a fool not to notice the tears streaks that had been left there, or maybe you just knew them all too well. You did spend a lot of time staring at him. “Are you trying to get me high so I’ll eat expired stuff again?” You asked with a sharpening of your eyes and a small smile “I would never in my life EVER do that to you, princess” he proclaimed. “Then I guess, maybe I’ll smoke with you.” You told him “Maybe is never a good answer coming from you” he remarked.

One blunt later

“No way grasshoppers are like that?!” You shouted, “uh yeah they can fly, (y/n)” JJ couldn’t help but laugh, you were such a lightweight, anytime you got high he knew you were in a whole new dimension. “(Y/n), what do you think about… spaghetti?” He watched as your eyes glazed over with a faraway look “oh god, spaghetti… JJ make me spaghetti” you all of a sudden looked very determined “hell no! I’m comfortable!” JJ sighed dramatically as he flopped himself over onto your lap. “No! No! I want spaghetti!” You cried as you wedged your small fingers into his sides and tried to pry him from you.

JJ couldnt stop laughing. Not only were you unintentionally tickling him but you were also so determined to get him off you for the chance of spaghetti that you were scrunching your entire face. “Good lord- (y/n)- stop- you- you look like- the grinch” he gasped between breathes. “I do no-!”

“JJ?” A very not awake John B stumbled to where the two of you sat. “Are you good bro?” JJ glanced between the two of you and saying “yeah, I’m good now dude.” And simply turned, completely ruining any work you had done of getting him off you, as he cuddled into you once again. “J, I think we should take a nap instead of getting spaghetti. Lets eat spaghetti in our dreams, okay?” You sighed as you brought your hands to his hair “oka-“ “you know your hair reminds me of spaghetti…” JJ was quick to pull back a bit “don’t get any ideas here (y/n)…” he watched as you smiled “maybe just a little, bite, you know?” And you were lurching forward while he lurched back, simply dumping you both to the ground. When you landed with a thunk John B must have decided JJ was really okay because he receded back into the chateau.

“Just one bite okay?” You said lowly as you leaned in, softly closing the distance between your lips. JJ in that moment tasted like salt, maybe some kind of peppermint and just a smidge of weed, but god if you didn’t love it. He gently hummed into the kiss, bringing a hand to your hip as he propped himself up on one arm. It felt like you could stay there forever, with him, with his warmth.

“(Y/n)?” JJ asked as you pulled away, already focusing your intoxicated sight on his lips. “Thank you for the laughs.” He smiled before reaching a hand up to bring you back down to him.

[frenchpuppycormier]

“There’s something I need to tell you,” Kara bounces her leg up and down, uneasiness settling into her bones. She’s the girl of steel but whenever she’s around Lena her limbs become jelly. She chuckles lightly, “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

Lena steadily places her hand on Kara’s knee and squeezes, effectively pausing its activeness. “Kara, whatever it is, it’ll be alright. I’m here for you. Always.”

Kara gives her a shy smile and ducks her head out of embarrassment. Lena loosens her hold but before she retracts her hand completely, Kara holds it in place. She curls her fingers around Lena’s and neither of them speak for a moment, relishing in the peacefulness that comes with being near each other.

Eventually, Lena breaks the spell and quietly asks, “Kara?”

“Right, sorry,” Kara flushes a deep red.

Lena flips her hand over and laces their fingers together, squeezing three times to let her know she’s listening.

“So, has anyone told you about Mxy yet?”

Lena shakes her head. “No, but I’m guessing he has something to do with this Nyxly person?”

“Yeah, they uh—they have a past. A rough one, I guess you could say,” Kara shakes her head. “But um, they’re from the 5th dimension, they have magic, and I sort of have a past with Mxy.”

“What?” Lena’s eyebrows furrow.

“It’s not what you think,” Kara explains quickly, internally gagging with what she thinks Lena is probably assuming. “When you and I were….not on speaking terms, he sort of offered me a deal.”

“What kind of deal?”

“He showed up at my apartment blathering on about how he couldn’t use his powers anymore unless it was to help those he had wronged.”

“And let me guess: you were one of those people.”

“Correct,” Kara rolls her eyes. And so she tells Lena all about the opportunity for a do-over. A chance to tell Lena about her secret identity before she actually did, and unfortunately the implications that followed each time. While Kara talks, Lena listens intently, casually stroking her thumb along their connected hands, her expressions that of complete understanding and her overall presence acting as a balm to soothe Kara’s worries.

“Wow,” Lena breathes as soon as Kara’s finished. “You really did all that for me?”

Kara nods solemnly. “But as you now know, each time I told you my secret, nothing ever went right. Someone always got hurt or worse. Once I realized nothing was working, I thought maybe you would’ve been better off not having known me at all,” she swallows thickly and hangs her head, drops of salty tears falling onto her lap. “That version was almost the worst of all.”

Lena pulls their connected hands closer and holds them in her lap. “I’m sorry, Kara…”

Kara sniffles, “No, it’s fine. Because no matter how awfully terrible all those scenarios were, none of them can hold a candle to this one.” She faces Lena with clear adoration written on her face. “Lena, you’re still here. I still have you. I’d go through all of it again because at least it means you’re alive.”

“Me too,” Lena replies with tears pooling in her eyes. She wipes them away and to hide her pain she smirks and says, “But hey, at least I got to die in your arms.”

“Lena!” Kara cries. “Don’t joke about that!”

“I’m sorry,” she laughs. “I had to lighten the mood.”

They giggle with each other for a moment, their eyes locked the whole time. As their laughter dies down, Kara grows serious. “I figured you’d want to know about the man we’re trying to save. The one who thought to help save…us…”

“I can’t wait to meet him,” Lena smiles.

“Oh, he’ll love you,” Kara teases. She traces over every inch of Lena’s face with her eyes and delicate precision, and thinks now’s the time to bite the bullet. “But not as much as I do.”

Lena’s breath hitches in her throat.

“I love you, Lena,” Kara brings their hands up to her lips and kisses the back of her hand. “So much. It kind of snuck up on me recently, and I realized how much my life revolves around you. I feel complete when I’m with you and everything is just so much warmer. You’re my home, Lena.”

Lena stays silent, her eyes cast downward and she’s frozen, almost like she’s in a daze. Kara thinks she’s made a huge mistake. “Lena, I know I probably just created a whole new slew of problems by admitting that, but I just needed to tell you and I understand—

“—Kara, look,” she nods at the totem in Kara’s other hand. “It’s glowing.”

Kara gasps, “Courage…” They smile at each other in tandem disbelief. Kara clears her throat and stands up quickly mumbling, “Uh…we—we should go tell the others.”

“Wait,” Lena grabs her hand as she turns to leave. Kara looks down at her in question and watches in awe as she rises in front of her, until they’re eye to eye. Lena’s twinkle with unshed tears and her gaze drops to Kara’s lips. “Don’t go get,” she breathes.

Kara shakily brings her free hand and cups Lena’s cheek, her fingers getting tangled in wavy hair. “Lena—

Her voice gracefully (and gratefully, she thinks) becomes muffled by Lena’s lips on hers. It’s a short and sweet kiss, but tender and full with promises of more to come. Lena pulls away just enough to rest her forehead on Kara’s, their noses brushing. “I love you, too. Just thought I’d let you know before you go rushing off as you’re wont to do,” she teases.

Kara giggles helplessly and whispers, “I can’t help it. I just get too excited sometimes.”

“I know. That’s one of the reasons I find you so endearing,” she quickly presses another kiss to her lips and smirks at Kara’s blushing. Lena slowly backs away and turns to leave, an extra sway to her hips. She takes a few steps, but frowns when she doesn’t hear footsteps behind her. Turning around with a smile thrown over her shoulder she asks, “You coming, Kara?”

Kara’s mouth is slightly hanging open, but she shakes herself out of her stupor, and nods. With a sly grin on her face, she skips over to Lena and says, “Race ya,” before quickly kissing her on the cheek and superspeeding out of the room.

“Not fair!” Lena yells. She chuckles to herself and smiles the whole way to their friends.

[sirensmojo]

"Oh! To remember!" - Hubby!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Big fluff.

gifs from @thomasfckinshelby {here is the post}

Summary: You make Tommy a surprise by taking him to the countryside. It brings back memories of the two teenagers you used to be before the war happened.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I just want him to be happy, seriously + POLLY BEING A GRANDMOTHER???? Our Queen.

PS: I know I talked to you about a carpets story, it IS coming don't worry!

*Masterlist*

It was early in the morning when the rays of the sun fondled your face, making you open your eyes. Tommy was already up, putting on his tie and you almost jumped from bed to take it from his hands.

As you were still a bit dizzy from how early it was and how fast you got up, you stumbled on the carpet, but his rough hands caught your waist as a giggle escaped your lips.

His brows were raised, "So early in the morning, you got some' to do today, eh?" You could hear mockery in his tone and you hit his chest with the palm of one of your hands as the other was pulling on his undone tie.

As he leant forwards towards you, you teased his lips with the tip of your nose and finally gave him your lips after hearing a groan from his throat.

He perfectly knew what was happening today, you drew a black star a week from now in his agenda.

"Y/N!" Tommy called, and his desk lady pleaded with her eyes to not let her deal with him.

it wasn't as if he was a bad guy, no, he just appeared to be as cold as ice and as distant as he could be.

You were about to ignore his call along with the staring secretary but you saw her lips moving without any sound getting out "Please."

Okay, this time you will not let her be any more terrified by your husband.

It was a little game for you, to never fully talk to him, just like he did. Even though he had reasons not to talk so much and you didn't. You used to leave him pieces of evidence here and there so he would understand what you were up to.

No need to say that whenever you would sneak into his office to put a black star on his agenda, it was to his secretary he would later ask questions, and as she was oh so scared, she wouldn't give satisfying answers which made him become even more cold and distant.

You weren't working anywhere but staying Home all day long waiting for him to get back wasn't on the schedule. What you loved to do most was to organise all types of dinners and parties.

Tommy was most of the time tired but he never missed one, as he knew it was important for you.

Only, whenever he thought the party should be over, he would come closer to you and gently press his lips on your forehead, his fingers diving into your mane.

And just like that, you understood it was time to lead the people out of the mansion, so you could take care of your Shelby.

You closed the door in front of you, rolling your eyes to yourself and joined his office. Your head peeked through the door and you cleared your throat, leading Timmy to lift his gaze to you.

He patted the page, "Why is there a black star on Thursday?"

"Come 'ere" you answered, your index indicating to Tommy to come near you.

He got up without hesitation and walked towards you, making you enter his office completely and close the door behind you.

The connexion between you had always been more than mental or physical, it was a mix of both with something else, something you could never fully get, but you just knew of its presence.

Maybe it was your beings that were combining together, you were him and he was you.

Or was he more you than yourself?

Your back was flat on the door when you felt his hands on your hips. A smile instantly grew on your lips as his blue icy iris were staring into your soul that was hidden behind your iris.

A grumpy "Hm" escaped his lips as your foreheads touched. He closed his eyes for a second, the smell of your perfume filling his nostrils. He was elsewhere, in a dimension where only you and he existed. Somewhere he was safe and relieved of any pressure.

"A surprise, Tommy." You muttered only inches away from his lips.

His eyes opened softly and he raised a hand to your face, cupping one of your cheeks. You were staring at him as his thumb moved to rub your lips softly.

Nothing needed to be said in those moments, what your eyes were saying was more than enough. You understood him, and he understood you, it has been like that for so long, but the love bonding you never extinguished, and you couldn't imagine that someday it would.

"You'll just have to bring yourself, I'll take care of the rest. Only you and me." You pointed towards him, then towards you before flattening your hand on his shoulders in a tender way.

"Don't come back too late, huh?" You raised a brow as you tied his tie around his neck.

"If the answer doesn’t please you I’ll accidentally get choked. That’s the plan," He put his hand on yours to avoid you from even thinking of doing it.

You glared at him.

"I know your tricks now." He finished and you wanted to show him your tongue so badly, but you tried to stay solemn, your head high.

"I will not even comment on such calumny, Mr Shelby.”

You were so grateful he was still speaking to you fluently. He wasn’t like that with anyone but your children and you, which you found to be a blessing.

You knew he wasn’t living a life where he could be with his family as often as he would like and that his past deeply scarred him, but he almost was the same with you, still trying to joke and laugh even if his tone wasn’t following the movement, he tried. And that was all that mattered.

You had the love of your life and four beautiful children by your side, nothing would ever take that away from you. And even if you weren’t in business, by not trying to interfere, you were easing him more than you even knew.

(...)

“Beth! bring down your brothers and sisters, grandma Polly is here” You screamed toward the stairs as a maid brought the tea to the living room.

Polly looked at you with the type of stare only she, could give, ”you’re up to something, I can tell.”

You crossed your legs with a pleased smile, “Taking my Tommy to the countryside!” You said trying to remain calm, but she knew you too well.

“Well, I wonder why you’re not all over the place already, it’s not like you’re the good calm girl.” She smiled at you, “I’m sure he will be happy. But don’t think he’ll show ya.” She patted your knee with a side-eye look, her trembling voice filled with sarcasm.

You grabbed her hand and squeezed it, “I know how Aberama loves having our children.” You teased and she giggled. “It’s me taking care of all of them.”

“I knew it! He, too, is a child!” You exclaimed, raising your hands in the air.

“What boy of this family isn’t?” Polly raised her eyebrows before your youngest boy ran into her, followed by the entire team. They were squeezing their grandma in their arms as if she would be gone in a blink of an eye.

You laughed so hard seeing how they were all around Polly that couldn’t even hug them all.

Your heart was full of love at this moment.

Your eldest daughter came sitting on the armchair of the sofa where you were sitting, dropping her head on your shoulder.

“It is said Aberama and grandma will bring us with them on the road, is it true?” Your fourteen years old girl knew how to make a deal, she exchanged a look with Polly and straightened her head, looking right at you.

“Are you sure it’s Polly’s idea, it sounds more like you’re taking her as a hostage, Beth?”

“It’s called bargain! You always talk about grandma Pol being a gypsy queen, I want to see her world!” Beth’s high pitched tone resonated in the room, even the cat woke up from its nap to see what was happening.

“No need to put yourself in such condition, of course, you can all go with them. It’s your family.” You took your little girl in your arms, holding her close as fondling her long hair.

(...)

It was already 5 and you began to pace up and down before the carriage. It was your horse exhaling noisily that made you look up to him and caress his forehead while murmuring things to him. Basically telling him your day.

You didn’t realize but Tom had arrived, and a smile automatically drew on his lips when he saw you talking to your horse. It was as if he rewind the time and you were back to 1911 in your father’s stable with your long muddy dress and hay all over your mane.

He got close quickly and you startled when feeling his rough black gloves grabbing your elbow. “Shit, Tommy.”

He cleared his throat while looking at the horizon. A smile grew at the corner of your lips seeing how handsome he was, his hat on his head with his large black coat, a cigarette in between his lips. This handsome husband, father and gangster was all yours.

“Come up there! We’re going,” you pointed at the sitting place.

(...)

It has been half an hour since you departed from the Arrow House and the silence between you two was peaceful. You knew Tommy will never admit it, but he somehow took a liking to your parties and dinners, because he wasn’t forced to do anything, to be anything.

He could just be the man smoking cigarettes at the back of the room or the one drinking silently while sitting from the beginning of the event to its end. He could be alone, while not quite being alone.

You noticed he needed to be alone to think about his business, and as soon as he started to go walk alone in the woods at night, you started to organise garden parties.

Thomas didn’t need to be fully alone, he just needed people not to disturb him. And with such huge parties that was what you offered him. He didn’t need to sleep all night long outside now.

He could just sit at a table in the garden and smoke while sipping on his whiskey.

You finally stop the horse in a huge field, right under an imposing tree. It was probably a hundred years old, his trunk as solid as a rock, or maybe even stronger...

Tommy got up in the carriage, looking both sides to see if he knew the place before he got down, feet on earth.

You turned to him, a smile on your face, “Do you remember?” Your voice was low. He looked down at you, a curious gleam animating his blue iris.

“There!” you told him, pointing at the tree.

You saw in his expression he indeed remembered this place, and it was enough to warm your heart. You got up and joined the back of the carriage, taking the plates you had cooked for the occasion.

When you got back, his eyes directly went into yours, as if he had been searching for you. “Yes?” You raised a brow.

“It’s your family’s field.” His deep voice made you shiver, or maybe it was the cold spring breeze?

The old farm was still present not too far from where you were, but there were no animals left.

Your eyes lifted to him in an instant, his face was serene, his mind elsewhere, surely in the tone of memories of another time. Where all you used to worry about was the size of your stables once you’ll be married to Tom.

You served him a dish of his favourite food before handing it to him which he gladly took after sitting comfortably at the feet of the huge tree, his back against the tree.

“Don’t forget the bread.” You let out pointing to the bag next to him.

You finally sit down next to him and lift your gaze to the branch of the tree. The wind was present, but not in an annoying way, in a reassuring way. It was as if he was the one singing memories of before the War to both of you.

You raised your hand to the sky and it quickly got reached by Tommy’s that rubbed his thumb onto your skin.

You authorized yourself to dive into his eyes only to find your Tommy. The same one that was seated under the same three years and years ago. The Tommy that always used to make jokes, the one that asked your father for your hand, the one that always helped your mother with her horses.

It was something you would never get tired of, horses. It was the one thing always keeping you close to the man he once was, not that you missed that man, but you cherished the fact you had such memories of him. He was so different now…

“Happy Birthday, Tommy.” You muttered outright while dropping the back of your head against his chest, looking at his face from under.

He inhales deeply before exhaling loudly. And it was you, that sealed your lips together, bearing your love to him.

[winchesterxxi]

A Link (Din Djarin x Reader)

Rating: PG-13

Type: Angst

Request: “Fic request - reader is a Jedi ( untrained) and Luke requests she also joins him. She has to choose between leaving Din or going with the child. After watching that episode I’m already depressed as hell so the more angsty the better!”

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: CH.16 SPOILERS

A/N: What’s the most depressing love song you can think of? Play it.

MASTERPOST | REQUEST HERE | KO-FI

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You’d never think this rescue mission would lead to this. The plan was to get in, rescue Grogu, get Moff Gideon and walk out - the less damage the better. Needless to say, things didn’t go exactly according to plan, not in a single way.

But you definitely were not expecting an X-Wing to land on the ship and for a Jedi to walk out of there. Not any Jedi: Luke Skywalker. You’d heard a few gossips here and there about how he was the last great one of his kind, but you couldn’t predict that he’d sense Grogu and come get him. Ashoka? Sure. Luke Skywalker? Not in a million years.

It all happened so slow yet so quickly. One minute Grogu was in your arms, pointing at a screen, the next Din was saying goodbye to him, letting him see his face for the first time, while tears pooled across his vision before putting him down and letting the child waddle to Luke and the droid.

All eyes were focuses on Grogu as he exchange some sort of conversation with the beeping droid, before Luke’s eyes met yours.

“The force is strong with you too, Y/L/N”

“Just Y/N is fine.” you correct him, deferring his statement.

“Were you ever trained, Jedi?” he questions you, clearly noticing how unlike a Jedi your garments were - a beskar armor Din made sure to make buy you in Naboo as to protect you as much as possible, given the jobs you carried alongside him. It had cost him a great deal of credits but he didn’t want to hear a word about it. If it’s to keep you safe, I’d sell my own armor, he said.

“No?... I don’t know, I’ve just always felt The Force, I kind of taught myself everything I know."

“Have you ever maneuvered a lightsaber?”

You shook your head “No. Just blasters and spears.” 

“A Jedi must learned to use one.” You don’t like where this conversation is headed and you can see by the way that Din’s shoulders are tensing up, as he stands next to you, that neither is he.

“Do you know the dangers of being your age and untrained, Y/N?” look questions, eyeing you only.

“No.” Din cuts in abruptly, stepping in front of you in a protective manner, his frame towering over you completely cutting your form from Luke’s vision “You’re not taking her as well.”

You can hear the croak in his voice. He is still on the verge of tears but there’s anger in there as well. Luke wants to take his lover away.

You step out from behind him to his side, left hand on his shoulder, forcing his bowed head to look at you. Your eyes meet his and it’s as if every muscle in your body felt like floating up to space. This man melted you every time.

But you have to own up to yourself, looking up at him with eyes as if to exchange a message in a language that only the two of you spoke. As if saying I should go.

His lips tremble and he shakes his head.

“Not you too, cyar’ika.” he begs.

“Din...” 

“Don’t leave me. I’ve lost my home, my son, I - ... Please, don’t leave me” he grabs both of your hands in his, bowing his head and sniffing, as a single tear falls in the back of your hand.

The feeling of the wet drop in your hand opens your own gates, but only slightly, as you try to keep it together for the both of you.

“You don’t need to worry about me,”  you sniff, palming his cheek in your left hand “you have... plenty to figure out on your own.” you say touching the handle of the dark saber hanging from his gun belt.

“I don’t care about that piece of junk, I care about you.”

You wan’t to fight him back. You want to tell him how big of a deal that saber is and how much he should indeed care about it. But that wasn’t Din, that wasn’t Mando. He didn’t care about some stupid weapon or the status that it’d bring him. He went as far as to yield it to Bo-Katan as soon as he could, but unfortunately that’s not how it’s supposed to work. But he didn’t care. He only cares about the people he loves. And that made your heart ache all the most.

You are standing there, shaky breaths looking down at your hands, before sniffling and facing Luke.

“What happens if I go with you?” Din’s head shots up, looking at you,

“Given that you’re way past the normal age gap in which a Jedi is trained, you’d probably be assigned to a Master right away and they’d be responsible for all your training.” Luke explains, Grogu at his feet.

You nod and turn your head to look in Din’s eyes, your voice quieter now “And if I stay?”

“That’s... that’s not recommended as the grasp you have--” he starts

“What if I stay?” you insist.

“You’ll stay untrained, to put it simply. You’ll keep not understanding the dimension of your powers and the responsibilities that come with it. You might misuse it, you might not be able to control it and hurt the ones you love. You might kill without intending to, and you might turn to the dark side.”

“I would never - “ you interject, defending yourself

“It’s a faith you can’t control. Unless you train yourself. Unless you refine your skills.”

You ponder his words. The weight of both options dawning on you as you consider them.

“Even with me having a different Master from Grogu, will I still be able to make sure he’s okay?” you look at Grogu, adoringly. Who knew that little green ball of bald hair, if there even was such a thing, would become such a big part of your life. 

“Arrangements can be made, yes.” Luke assures you.

You nod your head to yourself, eyeing the floor. You have made your decision.

You grab both of Din’s hands once again, this time his are the ones in between yours and you grab them hard. Not as to hurt him but to comfort him about what he knew you were about to say. But before you can say anything he shakes his head, another tear falling down his right cheek.

“Please, no.” he breathes 

“It’s what’s best for everyone, Din.” you plead

“For everyone? I’ve lost my home, I’ve lost him, I can’t lose you too.” he takes a break to catch his breath, sniffling a few times “No, not you.”

“Din... let me go, please, don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“How can you ask me that?” He looks you in the eyes. Those sweet brown eyes and his furrowed brows, asking you how you can even dare to break him this way “Please don’t walk out of that door.”

“If I stay, I might hurt people and I - “

“You’d never do that. You care for everyone you meet you’d never hurt people.” he brings your hands up to his chest, planting them there. You can feel both his breathing and heartbeat.

“You heard Luke...I might not be able to control it.” you try to reason with him “Din, if I ever hurt you I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” 

He bites his bottom lip trying to keep it from trembling and you grab the back of his head, feeling his curls and pulling his forehead to rest against yours.

“Do you trust me?”

“What? Of course I do.” he says in less than a second

“Then please...” you breathe out“ trust that I’ll keep him safe. Trust that I’ll come running back to you as soon as I finish my training.”

Seeing the scenario unfolding in front of him, Luke decides to help you out “She might also act as a link between you and the child. The three of you are connected by a very strong bond and Y/N can act as a communication link.”

You look in his direction, silently thanking him.

“Din.” you whisper his name. Oh how sweet his name has always sound in your voice. Every time you’d call him his heart would flutter inside is ribcage, but he would never admit to that. But he understands you.

“It is for the best, isn’t it?” he whimpers quietly, barely above a whisper.

“It is. I know it hurts. Fuck, it hurts so bad, but it is.” 

Pulling slightly away from you, he reaches into his back pocket taking out something before offering it to you, on the side that is hidden from the other presences in the room.  He reaches down into his pocket taking out the sphere.  When he opens his gloved hand, you can see it’s the tiny sphere from the Razor Crest that Grogu loved so much.

“I want you to give him this.”

You shake your head, carefully closing your fingers over his “No.” 

“But the kid -”

“Din, keep it.” you know it’s the only thing that he’ll have to remember the kid “You’ll need it more than him.”

There is silence, at last. Only both of your altered breathings can be heard for a while until you notice Din’s hands shuffling at the bottom of your peripheral vision. Looking down, you can see that he is taking his gloves off and your brows furrow in confusion. 

Before you can process whatever was happening, his hands, his ungloved hands, come up to rest on both sides of your face and he holds you there. His hands are a little rough but you don’t mind - they are all the more warm and gentle as you feel his skin against yours. His thumbs wipe a few tears away from the corners of your eyes as they stare at him. His right hand slides slightly down from your cheek to your lips as he wipes your top lip, carefully, feeling the softness of them. His delicacy causing you to lean into his palm and placing your corresponding hand on top of his. 

He wanted to touch you. If this were the last thing he gets from you, he’ll be happy with it. Slowly, Din then dips his head to join your lips with his in a passionate but sweet kiss, your hands still on top of his, cherishing his touch as much as you could. Despite your eyes being close, you can tell he was crying just as much as you as you could feel tears that weren’t yours come in contact with your cheeks.

Pulling away, but not enough to separate your faces, your foreheads rest once again against each other. One of his hands finds it’s trail to where your heart would be and he rests it there, you doing the same to him with your opposite hand. Feeling each other's heartbeat, connecting. 

A few moments pass until you hear his voice again.

“This isn’t a goodbye is it?”

You shake your head slightly. “Not in a million years. We’ll both be back to annoy your ass before you can even notice.”

This causes him to give a half-hearted chuckle, yearning for the day when that happens. “If you come back-”

“When I come back...” you are quick to correct him.

“ When you come back, the first thing I’m going to do is make you my riduur, I promise you that much.” you squeeze his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. 

“And I promise you that I’ll say yes, in a heartbeat.”

His head shifts slightly and he rest his lips against your forehead, whispering the words that until a year ago he would’ve never dreamed of ever saying to someone, but that he has since said so many times. But only to a single person. Only to you,

“I love you.”

“I love you.” you assure him against his chest.

Taking a big breath in, you pull away taking a good look at him one last time. Until suddenly you feel a tug on the bottom fabric of your armor. Looking down you can see Grogu with his little arms up, gesturing for you to pick him up.

Laughing between the tears, you reach down and pick him up, facing Din. In any other occasion, one could interpret the way the three of you were standing as a mother holding her child, saying farewell as the father heads out to work. But this reality is so much more painful. In this reality you’re both the ones leaving, and what you leave behind has a wound that won’t be fixed for a long time.

Tilting your head close to the kid you prop him to say his goodbye “Say bye bye to Din.”

Grogu’s little 3-fingered hand shakes as much as his arms allow him to in front of him as he coos, probably thinking he was articulating an actual farewell. Before you can a step away, Din grabs the back of your head one last time, kissing you between your eyes, before letting you go.

You step in Luke’s direction, communicating through The Force how grateful you were with him for being so patient, and he nods in acknowledgment.

“May The Force be with you.” he says to Din, who nods his head.

The four of you turn to walk away, but Grogu manages to climb up your arms and stay looking at Din as he gets farther and farther away. When you all reach the elevator you turn to face him one last time, using the force for what you never did before - connect with him.

I will always let you know where we are.

And as his eyes soften, you hear a response.

And I’ll always be at the ready to fly to you.

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