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ferg0s · 5 months ago

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Barou starting a new relationship with a shy girl and how he would go about it

The literal personification of trying to mix oil with water

He was used to everyone looking at him in times of need on the field - he was the king after all - so he didn’t even notice how you would take a step back whenever it came time to ordering food, or any sort of public speaking and interactions.

He naturally took the lead, and you followed suit. Thanking the lord.

He honestly didn’t even notice how shy you were- he just kinda assumed you like hearing him talk. It wasn’t until he passed by an aisle of cute keychains and decided that he wanted to get you one when he realized… he kinda didn’t know anything about you.

I mean he did. He knew your name, your height…. The colour of your eyes…. And hair… and…

“So what do you do?” He asked bluntly as the two of you walked down a park, ice creams in hand. The one he ordered. “What?” “Hobbies? Sports? What do you do in your spare time?” He asked as he looked at you, determined to get an answer. “You know… the usual stuff-“ you awkwardly chuckle. “I don’t know actually.” He was a little shit about it.

But after literally interrogating you for an entire hour, he managed to squeeze out an answer from you. You were completely cornered by him, and you shyly tell him your hobbies. He looks dumbfounded, because to him those are completely normal and healthy hobbies for someone to have. He was starting to think you’re a grave robber by the way you were acting.

Knitting? He will get you the yarn, and parade a scarf you made for him and show all his teammates. Collecting something? He will always be on the lookout for what you like, even going as far as asking his teammates to be on the lookout as well. Video games? He will learn to play your favourite game with you. Cute farming sim? Silent hill? Niche indie game that only 3 people know about? You best bet he will ask for a 4 hour lore deep dive.

Very supportive.

Lwokey will get annoyed at your shyness at one point.

At first he thinks it’s cute, but he’s not the type of person to fully baby anyone, and will force you to order your own meal. He wants the best for you :(

Will say his order and look at you to say yours, watching you stumble on your words as you try to order some fries and a sprite. And will say he’s proud of you after. But doesn’t do it often because he can see the genuine terror in your eyes - only does it even it’s the two of you in line on a slow day.

Slowly learns to accept that you’re passionate in your own way. He’s loud and proud, whereas you like to keep to yourself. In a way he likes that you’re so open with him, that you let him see the stuff you don’t show other people. Thinks it’s adorable.

Will 100% try to make you more comfortable and less shy. You bought a new dress and don’t want to wear it, he will bluntly tell you it looks good and it would be a waste of money not to wear it.

Encourages your fashion choices. Polly pocket platform heels? He loves them. Bold lipstick? He will buy you earring that match. He quietly realized he liked seeing you happy. And you were happiest being yourself.

He’s not a big fan of grossly obvious PDA. Loves holding your hand or when you grab his bicep when you two walk together. You like it because it doesn’t draw unnecessary attention and he likes it cuz you’re always attached next to him and he doesn’t have to worry about actually loosing you. Plus he likes it when you grab his bicep.

Took forever to convince you to come to one of his games. You were too nervous to get into an arena with so many people - said you could come with a group of his teammates girlfriends - but you hated the idea of being with people you didn’t know.

He got really good at spotting you in the crowd. Didn’t matter where you were sitting, he just trained himself to see you. You were too shy to loudly cheer like everyone else, blending into the crowd due to that. But it didn’t matter.

In a weird way. He likes that hes the only one who gets to see you this happy, because hes the same with you. Slowly learning to take his guard down, be more open.

You’re learning to be confident while he’s learning to be trusting.

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totheblood · 1 year ago

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i still hear you. (prologue)

PAIRING: post tlou2!ellie williams x reader

SUMMARY: ellie stumbles upon your self-run town after her life is destroyed, except there's more to this town then what meets the eye. and it seems like there is more to you too.

WARNINGS: 18+ mentions of death, grief, related subjects; cursing, mentions of drinking/drugs, mentions of s*x

A/N: i've been working on this one for a while... i hope you enjoy! please send asks, reblog, and reply to this post <;3

WORD COUNT: 3k

"i still hear you laughing, but only for a minute"

Spring couldn’t come fast enough for Ellie.

The cold still nipped at the exposed skin on her hands, ghosting the phantom limbs of the two fingers she was now missing. Everything was cold. The tip of her nose, her ears, and most importantly her heart. As she wandered aimlessly, unsure of where to go, she knew there was one place she couldn’t go: home.

Jackson was no longer a place for her. Joel was gone, Tommy thought she was weak, and Dina…Well, Dina wanted nothing to do with her. Dina had a lot she could blame Ellie for before Ellie left, but she never did. She stayed. And now, on top of all of that, Ellie had left one of the few people in her life who cared enough about her to stay. Spring could come tomorrow but it would forever be winter inside her.

She didn’t know where she was going, but she knew she was going west. She couldn’t handle the harsh winters of the East Coast, and Wyoming stopped feeling like home before she left for Seattle. She thought about staying on the farm and living out whatever short life she was going to have there, but staying in that home painted with memories of “what ifs” would drive her crazy.

So she packed enough supplies to last her a few months if she hunted her food and headed to the West Coast. The first few days were silent, she only encountered a few infected and found shelter in abandoned buildings. She lived off of expired food she found in vending machines in old universities and occasionally sang herself to sleep.

On her tenth day, she found a car that lasted her about 2 days. Once it broke down, she just kept walking. Over abandoned highways and thick forests, she just kept walking. On day 17, she reached California and stumbled upon an eerily similar set of walls. It looked just like the gates at Jackson, except these were concrete and better built. They were much higher, and the gates almost looked… automatic.

Ellie was hesitant. She didn’t know what she was looking for, but she definitely wasn’t looking for another hometown to destroy. She approached the large walls cautiously, with her hands up and slowly. As she walked closer she was screaming, “I come in peace,” over and over again. She was almost 50 feet near the gate when she heard a girl's voice shout, “Don’t come any closer.”

She stopped in her tracks as the automatic gates began to open. Ellie expected an army of people with guns blazing, just how it was when she first arrived at Jackson, but when the gates opened there just stood you, grounded in all your glory, and a gun aimed right at her face. She wanted to laugh, but that just seemed sexist.

Instead, you pressed forward, unwavering, with your gun aimed right at her. She didn’t step backward, or even breathe, she just stood there until you were close enough to her to make out all the freckles on her face and the slit in her eyebrow.

“Who are you?” you spat at her.

“Ellie,” she breathed out, her hands faltering a bit.

With your hand firmly wrapped around the cold metal of the gun, you inched forward again, pulling back the slide, a metallic click echoing in the silence. The gun was loaded, and you were letting Ellie know that you weren’t afraid to shoot. Her hands stiffened again.

“What are you doing here?” Your tone was tough and the look on your face was enough to send Ellie running for the hills, but it also made her want to crack a smile. Your nose scrunched up as you spoke, and your lips were somehow not chapped in this weather. But Ellie didn’t smile, she was sure if she did you would put one right between her eyes. That much she was sure of.

“I-” Ellie hadn’t thought this far. What was she doing here? “I’m just looking for a place to stay.”

Your eyebrows creased as you gave her a once over, looking for any sign she was trouble. It was in your nature to search for danger, but she wasn’t raising any red flags. Except the fact that she made it here alone and unscathed, and was missing two fingers.

“What happened to your hand?” you asked, tipping the gun slightly to her hand. A pained expression crossed her face, it was almost like she forgot that two of her fingers were quite literally bitten off, but that fight was somewhere shoved deep inside her mind. It wasn’t something she wanted to remember.

“Lost them in a fight,” she replied simply, there was no point in telling the full story. It’s not like you had the time.

“You can’t stay here if you’re going to be trouble,” finally you put the gun down, resting your hands on your hips, giving her a firm look. Ellie would hand it to you, you were absolutely scary. In her mind, she knew she could take you, but she also wasn’t so sure of that.

“I’m,” she sighed, lowering her hands slowly, “I’m done with that. I won’t be trouble,” and for the first time in Ellie’s life, she meant that. She was ready to start over. She knew the fighter in her would always be there, itching to come out but she had been fighting her whole life. It was time to give up. She had already lost everything. Or so she thought.

Your face softened slightly before firming up again, your empathy peeking through like it always did. You looked her over again, sighing, as you signaled for someone at the gate to come. A man with short blonde hair trotted over, a leash in his hand. He looked kind as he offered a smile to Ellie.

“Old girl here is just gonna check to make sure you’re not infected,” he smiled, dropping the leash. Ellie’s heart rate picked up again as she watched the German Shepherd approach her slowly, sniffing around her as it circled her. You stood behind the blonde guy with your arms crossed across your chest. The dog found nothing and returned to the man, sitting down next to him, “Looks like you’re all clear!”

“Welcome to Mono City,” you deadpanned, rolling your eyes as you turned back towards the gate, walking in that direction. You were halfway there when you realized Ellie wasn’t moving. Turning on your heel again you stared at her, hand on your hip again. You had an attitude, Ellie thought, cute. “You coming or what?”

The small town sat on a large lake, glistening as the sun's rays bounced off the surface. Buildings were built close together, trees without leaves scattered on the walkway, and about a hundred people out on the street as she trailed behind you, earning dirty looks from half of them. Ellie scowled back. Ellie smiled when you introduced yourself to her, telling her your name and a few key details about yourself. She learned you served as some sort of mayor here, keeping everything in order, and that you were the person that people came to. She would be lying if she said that didn’t intimidate her. But all Ellie did was give you her name again and tell you that she was from Jackson, anything else she said would fall short.

“How are you with your hands?” you asked, voice flat and simple. Ellie choked on her words, stuttering a response.

“I’m, well,” she coughed, “I’m just okay with them now, since,” she shrugged gesturing to what she now called her ‘bad hand’, “you know.”

A wave of guilt crossed your face as you composed yourself, somehow already forgetting your previous interaction. You shook your head solemnly, cursing quietly under your breath as you stopped.

“Shit,” you turned to her, eyes squeezed shut, “sorry, I’m so used to asking the same questions, I didn’t even think.”

“It’s fine don’t worry about it,” she gave a tight-lipped smile. Now, with the illumination of the buildings, she could see your whole face. You were pretty, that she was sure of, but it was a more down-to-earth pretty. A type of pretty that you had to take in. You had scars around your face, and a pretty big scar down the side of your neck. It almost looked like the one Ellie had on her arm. But still, scars and all, you were just nice to look at.

“Well, just for that reason we probably won’t have you be on guard duty,” you stated, eyes flicking around her face, “do you have any other strengths?”

“Uhm,” Ellie had to think for a minute. She had never really been asked anything like this before. What were her strengths? Did she have any at all? She used to be good at guitar, but now she couldn’t play, and that probably wouldn’t be useful at all to anyone here. She was good at art still, something she couldn’t take for granted anymore. It was all she had. The scratched-out drawings of Dina, JJ, Jesse, and Joel were stuffed deep into her bag.

“I’m good at art,” she shrugged, “and writing, maybe.”

“Okay,” you smiled, showing off your teeth, making her warm a bit, “that we can work with. Maybe you can teach at the school.”

“You have a school here?” Ellie gawked. Jackson had a school but it was small and had maybe two or three teachers.

“Yeah,” you turned to keep walking, making Ellie stumble behind you to keep up, “we have three. An elementary, middle, and high school.”

“Wow,” Ellie was in awe, “It’s not like a military school or anything?”

“No,” you answered quickly, your voice tight, “It’s not like any of that shit. We don’t fuck with FEDRA here.”

Ellie would be lying if she said that wasn’t music to her ears.

“It’s just like a normal school except we teach a lot more practical things. Things we can use like, cooking, science, and English. Like reading or writing. Since you’re new you will probably start with the elementary school. We also have little extracurriculars and we’ve wanted to introduce art but haven’t been able to find anyone yet.”

“Oh, cool,” was all Ellie said as you both stumbled on what looked like a residential street. There were rows of houses, all that looked the same. There was a road, with cars parked on them and driveways with gates. Most of the houses looked about two stories tall, some had toys lying in the front yards and a few animals were roaming about, small cats and dogs. The porches had furniture on them, little couches and chairs, and as she walked she noticed some people outside with mugs in their hands as if they were drinking their morning coffee. The town looked like something she saw out of a movie, only something she could dream about. Her eyes were wide in awe as you rambled on about something but Ellie was honestly too entranced in everything. Here, in the middle of nowhere was a whole town of people living their lives, as if nothing had ever happened to them.

“Ellie?” you stopped in your tracks, crossing your arms over your chest. There was your attitude again, “are you even listening?”

“Y-yeah, I am. It’s just-”

“A lot, I know,” you sighed, “but you gotta listen, there are a lot of rules here. Rules that make this place function and if you don’t follow them, you could easily be kicked out.”

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, genuinely meaning it, “I’m listening, promise.”

“It’s fine,” you gave her a fake smile, turning to push open a gate to a nice house, “This will be your place.”

“Uhm,” Ellie stopped, not entering the front yard, “what do you mean ‘my place’? This is far too big for me.”

“This is the only size our houses come in,” you replied matter-of-factly, “you can just say thank you.”

Ellie blinked as she looked up at the blue house, that looked like it was built yesterday. It had a wrap-around porch and two white columns right by the entrance. The door was a giant white door with a gold handle. This was nicer than any house she’s ever been in, and way too big for one girl.

“Thank you,” Ellie replied, still awe-struck, “this is just so nice.”

“You’re welcome,” you smiled, fishing around in your bag for something. You pulled out a pair of keys, and handed them to her, “Here’s your house keys. You don’t get a car quite yet, that’s something you have to work your way up to, but there is a bike in the garage. Spring is around the corner so it will get warmer and you should have your car by next winter so don’t worry too much. My house is right across the block, but I’m usually in the City Center if you need me.”

She wrapped her right hand around the keys, tightening them in her palm. She watched as you searched through your bag again and pulled out a little device.

“This is your walkie,” you took a deep breath, “Try to find me before using it. It’s usually only used for emergencies so just be mindful of that. I’ll be by tomorrow to take you to work, so you have time to get settled in today. Okay?”

“Okay,” Ellie smiled, her voice sounding a little bit breathless.

That night Ellie settled into her new home. Well, she tried to settle into her new home but kept shifting around in every seat and couch, like she couldn’t find something to get comfortable on. She examined every part of the house, picking the smallest room for herself and shoving her backpack in the closet. She took a bath for the first time in months, washing all the dirt and grime off of her. Left in the shower was a bar of soap that looked like it had been handmade and unused. It smelled so good she almost took a bite, but instead chose to use it how it was meant to be used.

As the sun began to set she stepped outside, watching the activity on the block and smiling to herself. Everything just seemed so normal, but with the state of this world this town was certainly abnormal. From her window she could see you in your front yard, feeding a pack of cats that slipped through your white picket fence. She smiled to herself as she watched one rub against your leg, and your gentle hand coming down to pet it. She continued to watch as kids passed your house, waving to you and running back to their homes.

The next few days were uneventful. Ellie found herself getting used to teaching young kids, always laughing when they asked about her missing fingers. It was out of her comfort zone, but she was around JJ enough to know what kids liked. Her voice always got so high-pitched when she spoke to them, and they liked being chased around the room. On her fifth day of working, a kid ran in screaming, “Miss Ellie! Miss Ellie!” with a chicken scratch drawing of his family. He was so proud that all Ellie could say was “Good job, bud!” and ruffle his hair. He left with the biggest smile on his face.

But now, Ellie found herself at the city’s most popular bar, with the other teachers who wanted to congratulate her on her first week. Della, who invited Ellie out in the first place, made a toast to her, clinking her glass with Ellie’s and taking a long swig of her drink. Ellie took a sip of hers too and fuck, this shit was strong.

She felt human again, laughing with people her age in a bar and old music playing. She was almost having a good time until a song came on that reminded her of Joel. It was like her whole demeanor changed and everyone could tell. She excused herself from the group finding a small corner to sit on and finish the rest of her drink, hoping maybe it would make her forget everything. But then, the bell at the front door rang making Ellie look up to see who had entered.

There you were in all your glory, tight shirt on and hair completely loose. It almost looked as if you were wearing makeup. Ellie must’ve been staring too long because she blinked and you were standing in front of her.

“See you got yourself a drink,” you laughed, voice making Ellie’s cheeks turn pink. She was… really drunk.

“Yeah, I could get you one too,” she slurred a bit, goofy smile spread across her face. She watched as something odd crossed your face and now she was worried she said something wrong, “I just mean, like.. you know… I mean like as a thank you.”

“Right,” you sighed.

“For my mansion, you know,” she shrugged and you giggled. You giggled and it went straight to her head. What was she doing?

“You haven’t been paid yet,” you smiled back at her, now moving to sit down, “and it’s okay, I don’t drink unless it’s a special occasion.”

“What? Meeting me is not special enough,” she teased, knocking her shoulder with yours. Her eyes scanned your face, your smile reaching your eyes as you giggled again. Her stomach sank again. She wasn’t so sure if this was just the alcohol anymore, she felt like she was 12 and crushing on Riley again.

“No, it’s special,” you reassured, “Maybe, I’ll drink when you decide to stay.”

“Who said I’m not staying?” she questioned sitting up.

“Some people don’t,” you shrugged, smile fading. Ellie’s brain wanted to make it better, make you laugh again, or shit do anything to put the smile back on your face.

“Well, I’m gonna,” she said gently, so only you could hear her, “I need to get my paycheck.”

You laughed and Ellie breathed a sigh of relief, laughing with you.

“I’ll get that to you,” you smiled, “and we don’t use paychecks.”

“What’re you gonna pay me with?” she smirked, “I know some other ways you can pay me.” Then the same look from earlier crossed your face and she cursed quietly to herself, muttering an apology.

“No, no,” you said, like you were about to let her down gently, “I just try not to get… involved with anyone since…” your voice trailed off.

“Since?” Ellie questioned, but as you opened your mouth to speak the group from earlier made their way over, noticing your arrival and screaming your name. She watched as you got up, hugged everyone and started chatting with them, leaving her with her drink and too many questions.

There was one thing that scared her though. She knew you needed someone who could stay, and the only thing she was good at was leaving.

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imthebadguyyy · 1 year ago

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Coming Back Home To You

pairing : steve rogers x reader

fandom : marvel/avengers

synopsis : after a new threat wreak havoc on the team, steve suggests a safehouse with a surprise awaiting them inside.

a/n : inspired majorly by clints house!!

warnings : mentions of mind control and injuries etc. typical marvel stuff

the quinjet is completely silent, apart from the quiet hum of the engine. the entire team is still, dark shapes in the dimly lit cabin, everyone in varying levels of disarray.

natasha sits completely still, eyes staring unseeingly at the large console while a worried bruce sits beside her, combing her short red locks behind her ears. thor sits across from them, hand trembling slightly as it gripped mjolnir, mouth pressed in a thin line.

clint sits on the other end of the space, eyes squeezed shut as his wife spoke softly from the phone, reassuring him the 4 of them were all okay. tony sits a little away from him, his hands gripping his phone, staring at the picture of pepper and him peeking out at him.

wanda sits next to steve, her eyes wet with unshed tears, glimmering in the fading sunshine. steve casts worried glances in her direction from time to time, as he commanders the jet, the coordinates set in as he informs maria about where they're going. bucky sits on the other side, quiet, but not as badly affected as the rest. he had stayed on the jet for the majority of the time.

"i think we need a small break. some time to reset. whatever these things are, we need a break okay?" he says, voice firm. his team is down and he needs to look after them.

"where are you going to take them?" maria hill's voice fills the empty space. "a safehouse. fury knows where" is his cryptic response and she furrows a brow, but decides if fury knows, it's safe enough.

"okay. keep me posted" she replies, and logs off. steve takes a deep breath and wonders how it all went so wrong. one minute they were taking down the hydra base, and the second, they had all been blasted black, minds trapped in a simulation of them carrying out their deepest fears.

even wanda had been caught off guard, and before they knew it, bucky had brought the jet closer and steve was struggling off the ground to get the others back into the jet, back to safety.

they had all remained entrapped, until one by one it broke and they all snapped out gasping and shaking.

the sky is fading, a soft orange shade similar to ripe peaches, streaks of golden sunshine peeking out occasionally, as they sped away from the city, white clouds becoming more and more prominent as they reached the countryside.

after what felt like hours, steve landed the jet in what seemed like an isolated farmland, acres of green land and small dairy farms in smatterings across the area.

"where are we?" thor asked, helping wanda get to her feet. "yeah cap, are you sure this place is safe? it seems deserted" tony said, hiding the slight quiver in his knees.

"it's safe" he confirmed, helping bruce get natasha to her feet. "just have to walk for 5 minutes to the left" he continued, leading the way.

the team followed silently behind, trudging like a pack of kicked puppies, exhaustion laced on every line on all their faces.

"how do you know this place is safe?" clint asked, striding up to catch up with steve. "you'll see" he responded, smiling softly when a large house came into view.

"oh.." clint said, eyes brightening as he looked to steve for confirmation. he gave him a small smile in response.

a beautiful rustic, wooden house stood surrounded by what seemed like never ending green farmland. a beautiful wooden shed stood beside the house, and pretty flower pots and trees trailed around the house.

a beautiful patio was at the back of the house, with a small outdoor fire place and covered in fairy lights and small light bulbs, with a small table and couches.

it seemed to scream homely and comforting,and seemed to exude an aura of warmth. clint took in the place with a smile, noting the swing set and slide in the yard, and assorted collection of children's toys in the backyard.

"what is this place?" wanda muttered groggily, holding onto thor for support. "you'll see, but please wipe your feet on the mat" he said, gently pushing the front door of the house open.

what greeted them was the scent of vanilla and musk, oakwood and patchouli, and the subtle whiff of pinecones. the hallway was bright and sunny, pretty paintings and photos decorating the walls. there were small figurines made of ceramic, that looked hand painted.

as steve turned the corner, natasha noted the way he kept glancing up the long staircase, eyes glimmering with what looked like endless adoration.

"sweetheart?" he called softly, taking off his shield and setting it down on a shoe rack, that looked like it was made for his shield.

he neared the kitchen, the scent of cinnamon filled the air, and thors tummy rumbled loudly.

"steve?" came a honeyed voice, and the team was able to put a face to the voice when a gorgeous woman made her way out from behind the stove. she had eyes that sparkled softly, crinkled in a bright smile as she looked at their captain. she had an elegance to her, an aura of gentility and kindness that seemed to radiata in the brightness of her smile.

she was clad in a soft summer sundress dress, a pretty white dress that was covered in blue flowers, flowing just below her knees. they watched her eyes widen in joy, and rush towards steve, who pulled her into his arms, head burying into her neck, wrapping his arms tightly around her plush waist, pressing soft kisses to her shoulders, before pulling away and pressing his lips to her own, a deep, passionate kiss that took his breath away.

"hi sweetheart" he murmured against her lips before drawing back, suddenly hyper-aware of his team. "you're home!" the woman exclaimed again a soft laugh leaving her lips. "yes I am, and i have a few guests darling, i hope that's alright?" he asked, gently cradling her head in his palm

"uh sure! hi!" you said, waving kindly to the disheveled team. bruce smiled at you, confusion still present in his eyes, while thor and wanda gave you warm smiles. natasha looked at you giving you a once over, before flashing you a weak smile. she decided she liked your kind eyes.

"y/n!" bucky exclaimed, rushing forward to pull you into a tight hug. you laughed, squeezing him, before pulling back to assess him. "hi buck! how are you?"

the super soldier grinned at you, eyes flashing with an odd expression as he shook his head sadly. "I'm okay"

"care to introduce the rest of us?" tony chimed in awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

"guys, meet my wife, y/n l/n rogers." steve said, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in close to him.

"i know all your names" you confessed, playing with the string of your dress nervously as they all said hello softly.

"how long have you been married?" bruce asked, slowly warming up to his captains wife.

"about five years. fury helped me set this up like he helped clint. didn't want her getting involved in the dangers of being married to an avenger. thats why I don't wear my ring around everyone" he said, answering the questions on everyones lips.

"it's nice to meet you" wanda said shyly, and you gave her an encouraging smile.

"why don't you guys go and get changed and bathed? there's three bathrooms in here and a wash room in the shed in case you don't want to wait" you said , going towards the oven to turn it off. "I have some fresh cinnamon rolls and chocolate chip cookies in the oven, and i can have a cold jug of lemonade ready for you by the time you're done getting changed" you said, leaning down to make sure everything was done baking.

"where are my two troublemakers?" steve asked quietly, not wanting to spoil the biggest surprise of all. you smiled, pointing towards the staircase. "let me call them for you-" before you could finish, the thundering of footsteps became audible and you shared an amused glance with bucky.

"daddy!" two gleeful voices filled the air and two blue eyed, pigtailed figures came running into the kitchen, clad in denim dungarees and white shirts.

"hi my loves!" steve said, scooping both his daughters into his arms, laughing when they squealed and kissed his cheeks.

"we missed you!" the girl on the left said, burrowing into her dad. "so much!" the girl on the right completed, squishing his cheeks.

"guys, meet sarah marie rogers and stella jamie rogers" steve smiled proudly, to an awe struck group of avengers who had their jaws on the floor.

"you have children?!?!" natasha said, mouth agape as she stared at the twins in steve's arms. "actual puny little humans?" thor said, eyes as wide as saucers.

clint just laughed, waving to the little girls. stella buried her face in her dad's neck, clearly the more reserved of the two, while sarah waved brightly back at him.

"uncle bucky!" sarah exclaimed, reaching for the man who took her with a laugh, spinning her around. "hello little angel! I've missed you!" he laughed, ruffling her hair softly.

you watched your daughter's reuniting with their father, a soft smile on your face. how you had missed him!

"well, I guess captain america's got more than just his shield to protect now! who knew old cap could multitask? i wonder if he still gives the 'I can do this all day' speech during diaper changes." tony chimed in, smirking at steve.

you laughed at the comment, shaking his hand warmly. "yeah he does sometimes" you smirked, earning a look of betrayal from your husband while wanda and clint laughed.

"woah you're black widow!" sarah said, looking wide eyed at natasha. "you're my favourite avenger!" she exclaimed, earning a chuckle from the assassin, who raised her hand up for a high five.

"whose your favourite?" clint asked stella, his fatherly instincts kicking in.

stella mumbled something softly, still holding on to her daddy. "tell him sweetie, thats hawkeye, remember i told you about him?" steve urged gently, softly pushing his daughter's long locks away from her eyes.

"my favourite is thor" she mumbled, eyes widening as she took in the asgardian. steve watched as the god visibly melted, a bright smile on his face as he strode over to the little girl.

"it appears that i am the mightiest avenger in the eyes of the smallest mortal! dear child k if you require any tips on wielding a tiny hammer or battling bedtime monsters, you know who to call. i humbly acclaim myself your immortal servant" he said seriously, holding out his large hand for a handshake.

stella just turned away, shy and flustered at the hulking avenger before saying a soft "okay" earning a laugh from bucky.

"she's just a kid thor" bruce said, looking up from the paintings around the room. "did you guys paint these?" he asked, looking in awe of the paintings. "daddy did some and we did some" sarah responded, still happily snuggled in her uncle's arms.

"wow" wanda said, examining one of a field of tulips. "which one of you painted this?" she asked, looking over at you. "me" a shy voice responded as stella spoke up. "oh you're so talented!" wanda said, voice still soft. she related to this quiet child, and felt an immediate connect with her.

"t-thank you" she said, offering her a sugar sweet smile. "do you want to see my other paintings and crafts?" she asked, slowly clambering off her dad's lap, and walking carefully over to the sokovian.

"I'd love that!" she said, leaning her hands towards the little girl, who took her hand in her own.

"uncle bucky, do you want to help me build my trampoline?" sarah asked, arms looped around his neck. "sure sweetheart, we can do that".

"darling, let's let them all get comfortable first okay?" you interrupted, smiling when your younger twin (sarah) came bounding over to you for a hug.

"okay mama, I'm gonna go and show stella and auntie wanda some of my drawings too!" she said and she was shooting off like lightning again, but not before hugging her dad's knees and saying "i love you daddy!" again to steve.

as the team dispersed to the various bathrooms, steve led you up to your bedroom, closing the door behind you two.

"my sweet baby, I've missed you so much" he said, advancing towards you, cupping your cheeks in his hands, tugging you close, forehead resting gently against yours.

"I've missed you more. are you okay? how come you're here?" you asked, brushing his sandy blonde locks away from his forehead.

his blue eyes clouded over and his grip on you tightened. "i thought i-" his voice broke and you immediately wrapped your arms around him, hearing him take a deep stuttering breath.

"there was this new hydra variant. some element of mind control. I saw you and the girls...lying here... cold and..." his voice broke and he pulled back, thumb grabbing your chin to yank you into a kiss.

he needed to feel you. to physically feel and make sure you were alive and right there with him.

"I'm right here steve, right here my darling. I'm okay, the girls are okay. and were all right here." you chanted like a mantra, stroking his hair.

he pulled you into a kiss again, messy, teeth and tongue clashing, hands roaming your waist, hips and finally resting in your hair and one hand on your waist.

"i love you" he murmured, eyes never leaving yours as he leaned back. "i love you more" you whispered back, slowly pushing him to sit down. "let's get you changed honey" you said, drawing a warm bath as you slipped into the bathroom.

steve took a deep breath.

it was all going to be okay.

he was finally home.

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a/n : let me know if this should have more parts!! was thinking of one with multiple scenarios of them bonding together, explaining their names etc etc! let me know!! I'm always open to chat too xoxox

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sharing a tent with shane and him insisting you both sleep with no clothes on because obviously skin to skin contact is the best way to stay warm and obviously she agrees because he clearly knows what he’s talking about.

the two of you had gotten separated whilst looking for sophia, and it was way too late to head back now — so you decided to set up camp. you wouldn’t admit it, but you secretly liked it. you got shane all to yourself, just for the night. usually, he was busy with running around the farm, always doing, always helping, even if he did so with that mean mug. now, your shared tent was parked by a lake. essentially a huge ditch in the ground, the only way to get down there was very careful climbing — meaning if a walker was to come around, it would have to plummet and roll down the side of the hill. you’d hear it. this made you feel safe… safer, because with shane you always felt protected.

your trail of thoughts are broken by the man himself once he finishes setting up the tent, insisting you don’t help him. he liked to do stuff like that. do all the manly stuff whilst you sit and rest your feet — it’s the way he thought things should be, so he was happy to occasionally miss out on a teaching moment with you to let you rest. you were sitting, dipping your sore feet into the cool water when he calls your name, standing there, leaning on his hip.

“beds all ready. come get ready to sleep, waking you up at first light tomorrow n’ i want you to be ready.” he nods you over, a smile poking the corners of his lips when you instantly hop up and come over— completely submissive to anything he asks of you. you looked perfectly content there, by the water, looking at the stars that were beginning to show themselves. he could have let you have a few more minutes, but even so, you were just… content with listening to him. he pats your ass in silent praise as you pass him and head into the tent.

“just one sleeping bag tonight?” you turn to look at shane, now lit by warm, dim hanging torches as he enters behind you, closing up the tent door.

“had to give the other to daryl.” he explains and you nod, looking around at the small cozy den he’d set up. as you look around, shane is eyeing you. the way your tiny denim shorts cling to your ass, the way your tank top sticks to your skin from a long day, strap lazily slipping off your shoulder. “gonna be a lil’ chillier tonight… alright? think it’s best we… get this off. share some body heat.” shane emerges up behind you, plucking at your tank top in gesture for you to remove it. anyone else might’ve realised it was a come-on, that he was simply finding a way for you to get your kit off — but not you, no. you turn to him with the most endearing doe eyes and nod.

“that makes sense.”

shane strips off whilst you search the bag for your water bottle, the man climbing into the sleeping bag and sitting propped up just a little as he watches you, eyes filled with tired awe as you sip, before placing the steel bottle down on the ground. you look at him, the way the sleeping bag cover hangs just below his hips, the sight mouthwatering just at the suggestion of what is hidden beneath. you giggle to yourself, trying to ignore the warmth and moisture growing between your legs as you pull off your shorts with your underwear, along with your top.

“atta girl.” shane licks his lips with a mischievous smile, holding his arms out in gesture for you to join him.

you crawl into the sleeping bag with him— the bed big enough for the two of you but small enough for you to have to cuddle up to the man. these days, with the way everything was — surprisingly it didn’t take shane much to get him excited, cock already hardening beneath the sheet at the feeling of you snuggling up to his side, plush tits against his rib cage. your delicate fingers come up, fiddling with the emblem on the gold chain around his neck.

“s’not that cold. temperature only dropped a little bit.” you question him quietly, and he stops biting the inside of his mouth to keep from grinning, instead just letting it loose.

“yeah…yeah i may have overshot on the weather forecast… just to get you out them clothes…” he side eyes you with a smirk and you bite your lip, stifling a shy giggle as you draw your thigh over his. he licks his lips when he feels your wet cunt against the firm muscle of his leg.

“you didn’t like my outfit?” you bat your eyelashes, the innocence turned to faux-innocence, teasing him. shane’s hand snakes around the small of your back, drawing you closer.

“oh i liked it. little too much, i think. ‘ass like that in those shorts would distract any grown man, tell you that for free.” he admits and you giggle some more, lightly shoving him. he catches your wrist, and the two of you slow to look at eachother before he pulls you in, kissing you, letting his tongue roll over yours.

to match this, as if you can’t help yourself you start to roll your hips against his leg as the kiss gets more and more aggressive on shane’s end — what was soft and passionate now heading towards needy and lustful. he pats your ass, urging you to straddle him as he moves the covers out the way. leaking against his stomach, his thick cock stands upwards, practically begging for you.

“got somethin’ else i think you’d rather grind on. c’mon up.” he grumbles, and you don’t deny him— straddling so that your slick was sat directly on his shaft, rolling your hips over it until each time his tip slid right onto your sensitive bud. you wince, spread wide on him and he sits back, admiring — one strong arm outstretched to grope the fat of your tit. “yeah. thas it— want you to cum on it like that, ‘you do that for me babygirl? you wanna make me proud n’do that for me?” he tilts his head characteristically and you nod, mewling as you lean forward, humping on his cock ‘til it was soaked in you, the strong man beneath you jerking his hips just a little to meet your grinds.

you try to stifle your moans, for safety sake — and shane helps you out by shoving a thumb in your mouth. you suck, lashes fluttering and he can tell from the way your holes clench around nothing that you liked it. “oh yeah— bad girl likes that, huh. yeah. needed this, di’nt you. needed some relief, for your big man to make it all better. huh? you gonna be a good girl and cum on this thick cock?” shane asks, and you know from the type of man he is — he actually wants an answer.

“y—yes. feels so good, sir!” you squeak, slurred and drooly around his thumb.

“thats right. ain’t even gotta fuck you to get you cummin’. come on then baby. give it to me. get it nice n’wet so i can stuff it in you.”

with a mouth like that, you were surprised you didn’t attract any walkers with the orgasm you had.

#nonnies ୭ 🧁 ✧ ˚. 🎀#s.w ♡#shane walsh x reader #the walking dead ✮#me actually writing the smut???

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cosmerelists · 5 months ago

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Favorite Video Game Genres of Cosmere Characters

As requested by @thesternest :)

1. Silence

Silence: Don't know why, really, but I like casual games, games that are just like real life. Silence: Something about doing your daily life, but in game form--very relaxing. William Anne: Uh, mama? I think "Silent Hill" is a survival-horror game. Silence: It is? How so?

2. Marasi

Marasi: [Looks around nervously] Marasi: I...well, I like first-person shooters. Marasi: I-I just like to pretend I'm in the Roughs, like Wax! Marasi: I don't want to be Wax in real life or anything, but...it can be fun in a game!

3. Dalinar

Dalinar: In real life, war is a terrible necessity. Dalinar: In games, war is fun. Dalinar: ... Dalinar: I like tactical RPGs.

4. Vin

Vin: Huge fan of platform games. Vin: Jumping from ledge to ledge, controlling my speed and trajectory, occasionally swinging from hooks or managing double jumps... Vin: It's just like moving through the city as a Mistborn! Elend: Your high-score is RIDICULOUS, Vin! Vin: I'm also REALLY good at it.

5. Yumi

Yumi: I wasn't allowed video games for a long time, but now that I can play them... Yumi: [eyes sparking] I've become a HUGE fan of visual novels! Yumi: It's like Seasons of Regret, only *I* can be the one making the choices!

6. Leshwi

Leshwi: Like many Fused and Singers, I find myself quite taken with Rhythm games. Leshwi: Now that it is no longer appropriate for me to fight the Windrunners, I do like to challenge them to Dance Dance Revolution instead. Kaladin: OH COME ON I DEFINITELY HAD THAT Leshwi: I always win.

7. Steris

Steris: I used to think games were a waste of time, but then Wax introduced me to these construction simulators. Steris: My city is a paradise with excellent infrastructure, logical layout, and plenty of greenspace. Wayne: You should try to mod that makes a tsunami hit your city! Steris: Oh please, I beat that mod yesterday on my first try.

8. Navani

Navani: Recently, I've gotten into Tower Defense games. Sibling: I can defend myself, thank you very much.

9. Vivenna

Vivenna: Love a good roguelike. Vivenna: It's something about trying it over and over again until you're perfect. Vivenna: The victory is sooo sweet when you've worked hard to achieve it, dying many times. Siri: Oh me too!! I especially like Hades--the art is AMAZING. Vivenna: (scoffs) You mean a rogue-lite? Siri: I'm telling you--you should try one! Getting powerups in between runs is pretty sweet. Vivenna: Hedging out a difficult victory after hours of blood, sweat and tears is also fun! Siri: If you say so...

10. Lightsong

Lightsong: Soooo addicted to Candy Crush. Lighsong: Can't even tell you why. Llarimar: Perhaps your divine eye is drawn to the bright colors. Lightsong: Whatever makes you feel better, Scoot.

11. Adolin

Adolin: Lately I've become completely engrossed with life simulators. Adolin: I make my character get up, make breakfast, go to work, go on dates, learn the piano... Adolin: WHY IS IT SO ADDICTING?? Shallan: This may be a sign that your actual life is incredibly stressful and the allure of a simple, daily life is drawing you in? Adolin: No, that doesn't sound right... Shallan: You want to date a bisexual vampire? Adolin: ...That could be it.

12. Rlain

Rlain: I'm quite taken with these cozy farming games. Rlain: You just build a nice farm, meet the villagers, explore around. Renarin: Rlain, please, it's been six hours! Rlain: Just one more day...

13. Tress

Tress: I've been enjoying survival games! Tress: It's fun to gather and cook and build a base! Tress: A little bit unrealistic, because the rain doesn't make anything explode, but I guess they wanted to make it easier than real life, not harder.

14. Shallan

Shallan: It has to be MMOs for me. Shallan: I like a game where I can do pretty much anything I want. Shallan: Advance the story, collect every type of mushroom, fill in the whole map... Shallan: Plus, I like leveling every class and giving each one their own outfit and personality. Veil: You named the rogue after me, I see. Shallan: It's a compliment.

15. Kelsier

Kelsier: There's only one type of game for me: and that's a game where the name of the, uh, game is survival. Kelsier: And I especially like it when you have to survive as a team. Kelsier: Especially against great odds--like lots and lots of real-life players. Kelsier: Yup, yup. Kelsier: It's all about Fornite for me.

#cosmere #cosmerelists #Dalinar #Shallan #Adolin #Rlain #Leshwi #Vin #Kelsier #Shadow #Tress #Yumi #Vivenna #Lightsong

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peterspinkrobe · 2 years ago

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Confession - priest!Miguel O’Hara x Reader [part 2]

Word count: 2,270 (oops)

Rating: mature for suggestive content. Mentions of masturbation. You have a dirty mind… tsk tsk. Religious content. Mentions of parental death (sorry for not tagging last time).

A/N: Thank you for your feral support in reading part 1! The art above is again by @Ejpuki on twt. They drew this moment from part one and JUST LOOK AT IT! They also did a pre-reading which I greatly appreciated. Go support them over there <3 I only tagged the people who explicitly stated bc I don’t want to overstep. Also, I guess I should watch Fleabag? Enjoy! part three is cookin’ in my noggin’

// Psalms 32:3-4

When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long. For day and night your hand was heavy on me;

Rumbling sounds drone from the engine in a constant hum as the bus wheels roll down the asphalt, occasionally shuffling the passengers inside. Yourself included.

The wheels in your mind are conjuring images of too much skin, friction, and want. The mental pictures… different positions and other things that you’ve only read about - all featuring the same tall deacon from your small church.

You curse yourself for both your overactive imagination and forgetfulness for having left your headphones at home. Some loud music would drown out the whir of the bus and push out the flashes of lewdness that plagued you.

Reverend O’Hara, you learned that’s what transitional deacons are usually called after inquiring about the proper title on Google the second you got home from that communion, occupied the majority of your mind. He took up residence in your thoughts without even asking permission and you didn’t know the proper way to absolve your sanity of him. It had only been two weeks since you’d met him, two Sunday services, but you were hooked. This trip into the city was supposed to get you out of the house and help clear your mind of its recent inhabitant.

The methods you were currently using were certainly of no help. Nearly every night, for the past two weeks, you’d given into temptation. Allowing the streaking images of what you could only envision his toned body looked like to remain longer in your mind’s eye. His thumb on your lip, the quick swipe across - became more inquisitive of the inside of your mouth in your imagination. You pressed into yourself and thought of those long, thick fingers. You carried yourself away on highs with only his hands in mind. You yearned to baptize him in your waters.

You buried fingernails into your palms to ground yourself as the scenery outside the bus began the change drastically, pulling you out of your daydream.

Your hometown along the Catskill Mountains was enveloped by the natural world - tucked into valleys of the vast countryside. In the three weeks you’d been back home, you had already gotten used to surrounding greenery. You’d forgotten the toll that city expansion was having on the rows of vegetable and orchard farms in the surrounding areas.

Your gaze out the window watched tree lines and grassy hills give way to glimmers of futuristic architecture as the bus entered Nueva York. The rhythm of wheels on tarmac became a backdrop to the din of honking horns, shouting pedestrians, and blaring sirens. You had only recently left a city not too different from this one, but the drastic change in landscape from the mountains made your head spin. The inertia of the bus braking and accelerating over and over on the intersecting streets only added to the motion sickness. You recognize the next stop as the usual one you and your mother used when coming into the city. You quickly get off the bus, blessing the steady ground underneath as your boots hit the pavement.

Towering structures of carbon fiber and glass dominated the skyline, some illuminated by bright neon light displays, others blending into the afternoon sunshine. Advertisements for fast foods, fast money, and fast cars flickered on screens everywhere. You look to where the bus carried you from and, in contrast, the countryside stretched out, calling you back. Despite the slight familiarity in the maze of metal, the sudden change in surroundings made you slightly anxious.

The steady stream of citizens didn’t help your nerves either. You take a moment to get yourself together before following the foot traffic flow up a familiar street.

Your eyes recognize a food spot from a bygone era and you can’t help but smile. You picked up the pace as you headed to the establishment your family used to frequent. Timeless Treats is still here?! You pull on the long handled door and a wave of music, chatter, and sugar hit you at once. Much more pleasant than the waves of anxiety from moments before.

Entering the quaint eatery, you’re transported into a cozy atmosphere reminiscent of an old fashioned diner. A cheerful man at the front waves you in and shouts for you to ‘sit where ya want!’.

You recognized the vintage decor: rusted signs with cartoon mascots and ads for ice cream floats that cost only $2. Imagine! You select one of the smaller retro tables with two stools and hear a jukebox play a song you don’t recognize but tap your foot along to.

There was more to this diner than what it seems at first glance. A few more glances noticed the subtle touches where the diner had embraced the future where it mattered, with high-tech kitchen appliances that helped the staff immensely. A holographic menu pops up across the portion of the table you're sitting at and you slide your finger along the options.

This bakery specialized in delicious treats with a futuristic flare, with many favorites being popular since the establishment opened generations ago. Your eyes fell onto the pastry menu and your curiosity piqued as you ordered the ‘Time Traveler’s Torta.’

All the hustle of the city had occupied your mind until you were sitting alone at the table. Your eyes scanned the other occupants and you wondered what they were all talking about with their sugary sweets. It made you think of him again.

Dammit. A whole ten minutes without thinking of Reverend O’Hara, that’s a record! You couldn’t help the images of Miguel that fluttered now. Only this time you pictured him sitting at the table with you. The two of you share a dessert and you smile at the thought. You visualize his thumb coming to your face to wipe whipped cream from your lips only to plop the finger into his own mouth. That moment as mass replayed in your mind with differing flavors of spice on repeat.

The torta arrives and you gawk at the presentation of the treat. A classic cake with layers of light vanilla sponge, intricately placed swirls of sweet cream cheese frosting, and decadent chocolate sauce. This sweet was the perfect balance of timeless and futuristic as it sat on an oblong, ornate plate.

You savored the flavors as you ate and continued to imagine a date with the deacon. You ask yourself if deacons can even date and the thought pulls you out of your delusions for a moment. Get it together…

As you scooped the last bits of the pastry into your mouth, you pondered your dilemma. Mom always said that confession cleared a clouded consciousness, but there was no way you’d divulge this information to her. Her hypothetical reaction to your crush on a clergy member makes you shiver.

An idea comes to mind that makes you think to yourself that you’ve really gone mad.

The madness pushes you from your seat after paying for the dessert. There’s a slim chance what you’re looking for is actually there considering the cities expansions. That doubt doesn’t stop you from following a semi-recognizable path down the busy streets.

Every tall figure you pass makes you do a double take. The idea of the deacon brushing alongside you making you smile. You turn a corner as your imagination creates sweet scenarios with Reverend O’Hara and stop in your tracks. You cause people behind you to push into your back and spit harsh murmurs at you.

It was still there.

You were surprised for good reason. You were headed towards a relic of past times, nestled between buildings of glass and metal. There was some scaffolding supporting it as the building you headed towards was centuries old. Other than that - the structure you now stood and stared at jutted towards the sky in the old brick and mortar style you were used to seeing in your hometown.

But the Cathedral of Nueva York wasn’t like the humble church in your hometown. The ornate bell tower and large cross atop the chapel in front of you proved that. The only thing to change about the building was the name as the state itself saw many changes a few decades ago - including the name of the actual city.

You find yourself reminiscing on the few times you’d been to the church as you walked inside. Your family used to attend the fancy Easter services and Christmas plays. Those trips stopped after your father passed, and your mother rarely came to the city at all anymore. You remember seeing pictures of them on their wedding day at this very church. Priesthood is a tight knit group and Father Steen knew the head priest, who extended their church for their wedding services.

Given it was a weekday afternoon, there weren’t many souls inside. Despite the numerous options for seating, you sat in your usual middle pew, aisle seat.

You eyed the part of the church that had brought you here in the first place. The confession booth. Its cherrywood exterior made you think of those eyes that bore into yours that day of communion. You shake your head but the visual remains.

The church in your hometown didn’t have a confessional booth. Even if they did - why the hell would you confess there? To the subject of your lustful desires? So many questions and doubts enter your mind.

Could you really do this? Confess to a priest that you pined over a man in his chaste brotherhood? Think of the judgment!

Another thought occurs to you: their whole shtick was that only one entity could do the judging. And it was confidential. If you received some good ol’ fashioned Catholic scolding and Hail Mary’s, maybe that would be enough to get you back to your senses. Reverend O’Hara is a man devoted to God and cannot be hindered by the whims of a degenerate like yourself.

Emboldened by the potential to relieve yourself of your corrupt thoughts, you stand and approach the far right front of the church. The confessional is smaller than it looked from how you remember as a child and teen but it doesn’t stop you from nearly yanking the door open. You don’t even knock.

Thankfully no one is on the confessing side as you burst into the tiny box. The confined space became even smaller as you closed the door behind you quickly. Your mind races towards impure thoughts of the deacon pressed against you in the tight booth space. His height would force him to bend slightly over you and the visual almost knocks you onto the bench which would probably be right at crotch level…

You remember the times you’d done this before and cry out the usual, “Forgive me, for I have sinned and it has been many years since my last confession…”. Who were you even asking for forgiveness? You think for a moment about the last time you were in this booth. You felt so guilty about stealing from the general store all those years back. This was a different kind of confession. This would hopefully absolve yourself of the sinful attraction to the forbidden.

You start light, fumbling over the words, “I’ve gotten drunk and high, uh, a good bit while in college. I lied to my mother and got into major trouble as a result. I’ve been selfish and lazy.”

The anonymity and the release of it all lit a fire under you and you kept going.

“While I’m in this confession booth, and I know it is a sacred and holy place”, you sigh and hear shuffling on the opposite side of the wall, the priest waiting patiently on the other side. “I’ve been struggling with my faith and don’t believe in god…”

You hear the clergyman start to interject but the voice that comes out of you has a fierce tone.

“I’m not done.” Now it was the priest’s turn to sigh and you see movement through the small slits in the partition, but hear nothing else. You continue. The most scandalous part to admit had yet to be said.

“Father, I’ve been lustful over the deacon at my church.” There’s silence on the other end and before embarrassment can take over you continue, “I’m constantly thinking of him and having impure thoughts that drive me to-“ oh god, here it is

“Touch myself. Daily. With this deacon on my mind.” You can’t stop the heat from painting your cheeks a deep red.

“I feel guilty because he isn’t for me to think that way about. From just the two times I’ve seen him, I know he is a good man who does good things. He’s on a path towards righteousness. He’s worthy.” To your shock, you feel tears form and they begin to fall.

“I’m a sinful nonbeliever. Definitely not someone he could be with, unworthy of devotion of any kind. And I’m not good.” Your breathing becomes shaky as the tears fall harder. Despite the fact that you feel your words are the truth, you can’t help but imagine him there now. Comforting you as you cry.

Now that you’ve finished confession, you expect to hear an outburst of disapproval or at least ‘50 Hail Mary’s’ to absolve you of your confessed transgressions.

But that’s not what you heard next.

You hear your name. You hear your name in that sweet music that’s been ringing in your ears the last week or so. This time the musical tone is cautious. Your mouth hangs open in disbelief as your eyes glue to the wall where the music came from.

To confirm your suspicions, you grab the knob on the partition and yank it back.

Through the small window you see a familiar pair of eyes analyzing your face, heavy with worry.

Reverend O’Hara had just taken your confession…

I pray you liked this, dear reader.

Tagged ppl - @friendlynbhdzero @ceoofghosts it won’t let me tag you @hoelychildofgod

#miguel o'hara #fanfic #miguel x reader #priest!miguel #priest au #au fic #across the spiderverse #miguel x you

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obscure-horror-game-protagonist · 2 years ago

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"OBSCURE" "HORROR" "GAME" PROTAGONIST "BRACKET": "ROUND" "TWO"

We are back! Round one had some surprises and confusion but with the longest week in recorded history now over we now have the results, and are now preparing to enter round two!

Our matchups for this round will be as follows:

Cynte (Endoparasitic) vs. Murphy Pendleton (Silent Hill: Downpour)

Michael Tapp (Saw 2: Flesh and Blood (PS3)) vs. Andy the Apple (Andy's Apple Farm)

Eriko Christy (Illbleed) vs. Simon Jarrett (SOMA) (...oh I feel bad for Eriko...)

Thomas Smith (Neverending Nightmares) vs. Arthur Hastings (We Happy Few)

I must say even though some of these results confused us they did result in there being a very funny corner on this bracket. Round two will start on May 12th (this Friday). Perhaps we might actually get to our final round before the heat death of the universe!

#poll tournament #gaming #horror #endoparasitic #murphy pendleton #michael tapp #andy the apple #eriko christy #simon jarrett #thomas smith #arthur hastings #silent hill #silent hill downpour #saw #andy's apple farm #illbleed #soma #neverending nightmares #we happy few

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finniestoncrane · 28 days ago

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hiiiiii hi hello hi i'm going to start doing some doodling again soon for my western!au (it was so fun deciding on everyone's ancestry and making sure their names fit in!!)

i've been playing red dead redemption 2 for my beloved dork squad, and i've been filled with inspiration but lack the artistic talent so that'll come afterwards and very slowly lmao but for now, here's my ideas for the rogues that i'm hoping to flesh out, maybe into a long fic!! >:3c

hopefully i'll get some more plans for the long list of other characters i want to include, but they're just floating ideas for now kjkjhasd

bruce wayne (batman the dark knight) - scottish/english ancestry. the most boring addition because obviously he's working as an independently wealthy vigilante whose parents were murdered by a lesser known outlaw and he can't get the right help from corrupt government officials, so he's out here working (kind of off the books) as a bounty hunter to clear out the worst of humanity himself. he also doesn't trust the bounty hunters themselves, because he always brings his charges in alive

katherine kyle (catwoman the cat) - surname is of scottish ancestry, given to her father by his former owner. she's the child of a slave owner's daughter and a former slave. highwaywoman, stagecoach thief extraordinaire. somehow manages to get an invite to high end parties as an 'exotic' partner of disgusting, rich men in order to steal as much as she can. she enjoys stealing from rich white people to make up for the treatment her father, a former slave, went through, even after he became a freed man

edward nashton (riddler) - scottish ancestry. crazed inventor and mad scientist who keeps out of the way of society in his laboratory in the hills. his experiments seek to prove that he is far more intelligent than most of his prospective investors give him credit for, and those who mock his work or back out of investment meet a horrid end. he was pushed to madness after being embarrassed in front of the crowds at the 1876 world's fair

jonathan crane (scarecrow) - english ancestry. a former professor at a university in a city on the east coast, he was fired after an unfortunate educational ‘incident’ and moved back to his family farm, long abandoned after his grandmother finally died, to seek a meagre living and the means for revenge

hugh dent (two face) - scottish ancestry. the corrupt sheriff of a small town in the desert. former big city police chief, but was ousted due to his odd sense of law and order and his seemingly random decision-making when it comes to the noose

jervis tetch (mad hatter) - english immigrant with some chinese ancestry. a snake oil salesman who genuinely believes in his powers. some of his tonics have the power to alter minds. specialises in fungus and the use of medicinal herbs in teas, recipes passed down from his mother's side who were from china.

victor friess (mr freeze doctor friess) - german immigrant. town doctor who lost his own wife to consumption. out of nothing but jealousy, he takes the lives of other women to make up for his sense of loss and the unfair luck other men have in having their spouses still with them

poison ivy - native american. travelling herbalist and conservationist. her nation was all but destroyed by the government through war, land theft and false treaties, so she is seeking revenge slowly but surely on former generals, politicians and businessmen

oswald cobb (penguin) - english immigrant. oil tycoon, third generation born in the u.s. who came over with a lot of money and managed to sway government officials. he'll stop at nothing to succeed and continue his control over wealth and power. he still talks with an english accent despite being thoroughly american because he was sent to boarding school and university in england (and because he's a bit of a dick)

john johnson (the joker) - no known origin. a circus ringmaster and confidence man who runs "the joker's travelling circus". he's a silent serial killer, america's first! he would describe himself as an outlaw for fun, a bandit for laughs, a travelling salesman of chaos

helen quinn (harley quinn harlequin) - french ancestry. she's a travelling sideshow act (contortionist) at the joker’s circus of oddities, and his sidekick and long-suffering romantic interest. she entertains crowds while he commits crimes and she is often charged with sneaking into buildings to rob them

senor dorrance (bane bandito) - mexican immigrant. he works as a strongman with the joker’s travelling circus. he is also often tasked with being joker’s hard man when the clown finds himself in a bit too much trouble. often runs a boxing side event, which is obviously rigged to make money when he throws the fight

basil karlo (clayface) - european ancestry, not entirely known but likely swedish or norwegian. a vaudeville actor who is a little too fond of gambling so has to find other means to claw back his money. very good at deception. now works at the joker's travelling circus after making a few too many enemies at the local theatres

daniel chapel (music meister) - prussian ancestry. in charge of the band at the joker’s travelling circus. he’s often the one sent into town in advance to scope it out and find the rubes. his charm and wit provide him with ample opportunity to part fools with their money

arnold wesker & scarface (ventriloquist) - a ventriloquist and performer with joker’s circus. his puppet often chooses one person from the crowd each night, the ones who don’t laugh, to suffer. hecklers beware

waylon jones (killer croc croc) - no known origin, but speaks with a cajun accent and dialect and is mixed race. his parents abandoned him a as a child in the swamps hoping that he would succumb to the elements or be eaten by animals. he is now a moonshiner in the swamps and prefers to keep away from people given his birth defects. previous associate of the joker's travelling circus, but left as he felt used for shock value more than his skills

roman sionis (black mask) - italian immigrant. the sadistic owner of several big city factories. his employees suffer at his hands and often go missing, used to satisfy his cruel urges. the factories have been in his family for generations, and he's in the pocket of many officials. he wears a skull mask to separate his two identities during his crimes and has his associates refer to him as black mask during his crimes also

william fugate (clock king) - english ancestry. a simple clock maker on the surface, but he’s a devious loan shark who counts down your payback time to the second and seeks brutal revenge if he’s not paid back on time

deacon blackfire (joseph blackfire) - english ancestry. mad preacher who lives in the hills and has started his own religious cult by luring in the homeless and less fortunate. his goal is to convert the entire u.s. as he believes his word can save them from their sins

floyd lawton (deadshot) - welsh ancestry. notable gunslinger turned outlaw. he makes his money as a hired gun for nefarious and illegal activities and has killed and robbed his way onto the back of many cigarette cards

garfield lynns (firefly) - irish ancestry. explosives expert for hire. he tends to hide himself under a large hat, a bandana and goggles, providing himself with a veil of secrecy to hide the scars he got from the accident which saw him discharged from the army

lazlo valentin (professor pyg) - spanish ancestry. a very strange and isolated pig farmer who is prone to doing experiments on his animals and any unfortunate travellers who happen past his farm

#finnie writes #so tangibly but i need it for reference here #batman au #dc rogues #rootin' tootin' rogues

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Summer Break ch.3

Masterlist

I’m A/N: The next chapter will be where it starts picking up! I’m trying to put out a new chapter every couple of days.

Summary: It’s the day of Joel’s annual bbq

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Word count: 3.5k

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The vibration of my phone pulled me from a fitful sleep. I groaned, rolling over and squinting at the screen. It was him.

Joel.

A knot tightened in my stomach, a familiar mix of anticipation and anxiety swirling within me.

“Hey,” the message read. “Just wanted to see how you’re doing after our talk. You okay?”

Okay. Was I okay? That was a loaded question.

Last night, we’d finally put words to the unspoken tension that had been simmering between us. A tension fueled by undeniable attraction, yet bound by the uncomfortable reality of our circumstances. He was older, significantly so, and to make matters even more complicated, he was a friend of my dad’s. It was a tangled web, woven with affection, regret, and a whole lot of “shouldn’t be’s.”

I had danced around the issue for so long, the casual touches lingering a little too long, the stolen glances carrying a weight that went beyond friendly camaraderie. Last night, though, the dam had finally broken. I’d confessed something for him, something I had fought against for a few years, something that made him deeply uncomfortable. And I, caught in the crossfire of my own emotions, brought that onto him.

The conversation had ended with a painful, yet necessary, understanding. We couldn’t be together. The age gap, the friendship with my father… it was simply too much, too wrong. Yet, the idea of severing ties completely felt unbearable.

“Yeah, I’m… alright,” I typed back, hesitating before hitting send. “Just a bit tired.”

“Good. Listen,” his next message popped up almost immediately. “I know things are weird, but I still want you around darlin. Today’s the BBQ, and I could really use your help. Think you can handle it?”

My heart skipped a beat. But knowing the undercurrent that now flowed between us, it felt like so much more. A test, perhaps? A way to prove that we could navigate this new reality without succumbing to the pull that threatened to consume us.

“Yeah,” I replied, my fingers trembling slightly. “I can help. What time?”

He told me he’d pick me up at 10 am. I barely slept the rest of the early morning, replaying our conversation in my head, wondering if I was making a terrible mistake. Was I being naive? Was I setting myself up for more heartbreak?

Before I knew it, it was close to 10. Joel should be here any minute. I dressed in a pair of well-worn jeans and a simple t-shirt, trying to appear casual and unfazed, even though my insides were a tangled mess of nerves. When I saw his truck pull up outside, I took a deep breath and walked out to meet him.

He looked tired, the lines around his eyes a little more pronounced. But his smile, when he saw me, was genuine and warm.

“Morning,” he said, his voice rough around the edges. “Thanks for doing this.”

I just nodded, climbing into the passenger seat. The familiar scent of leather and engine oil filled the air, a scent I’d come to associate with a sense of comfort and a quiet kind of adventure. Today, however, it only amplified my unease.

The drive to his house was silent, punctuated only by the crackle of the radio. I kept my gaze fixed on the passing scenery, trying to avoid his eyes. The landscape was familiar, the rolling hills and scattered farms of our small town. Yet everything felt different now, tainted by the knowledge of our shared secret.

When we arrived, the scene was already bustling with activity. His daughter, Sarah, a vibrant teenager with her father’s stubborn streak, was setting up tables in the backyard. Tommy, Joel’s younger brother, was wrestling with the charcoal grill, muttering under his breath.

“Hey, you made it!” Sarah greeted me with a cheerful smile, oblivious to the tension that crackled in the air. “Dad said you were coming to help. Awesome!”

I forced a smile in return, feeling a pang of guilt. How much did Sarah know? Could she sense the awkwardness between her father and me?

“Good to see you too,” Tommy said, flashing a grin. “You’re a lifesaver. I’m about to lose my mind trying to get this damn grill to cooperate.”

The presence of Sarah and Tommy was a welcome distraction, forcing me to focus on the task at hand. We spent the next few hours setting up for the BBQ, hauling tables, arranging chairs, and prepping food. I helped Sarah with the salads, chopping vegetables and mixing dressings. Tommy, after finally conquering the grill, started marinating the ribs. Joel, meanwhile, circulated, offering guidance and keeping everyone on track.

Despite the busyness, the unspoken tension between Joel and me remained palpable. We avoided direct eye contact, our conversations clipped and impersonal. Every accidental brush of hands, every fleeting glance, sent a jolt through me, a reminder of the feelings we were trying so hard to suppress.

At one point, while I was rinsing lettuce, Joel came up behind me. I could feel his presence before I even saw him.

“Thanks for being here,” he murmured, his voice low and close to my ear.

I didn’t turn around. “It’s no problem,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

“It means a lot,” he continued, his hand brushing against my arm. “Especially after… everything.”

I finally turned to face him, my heart pounding in my chest. His eyes, usually so warm and inviting, were filled with a mixture of longing and regret.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea, Joel,” I said, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “Being here, pretending like everything’s normal…”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know,” he said. “It’s not ideal. But I can’t just… cut you out of my life. Not completely.”

His words were both a relief and a source of renewed anxiety. He still wanted me around, but in what capacity? As a friend? A helper?

Do you want to talk about it?” he continued, his tone careful, tentative as if he were testing the waters. My heart raced at the prospect, but the idea of rehashing my feelings felt suffocating.

“Not right now,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I think I just… need to focus on the barbecue.”

Empathy cloaked his expression. I could see the understanding etched across his features; he didn’t want to pressure me, but he was just as trapped in the web of our shared emotions as I was.

As we worked side by side, I found myself stealing glances at him, thinking of all the moments we had shared over the years until I left—game nights, backyard talks about life, those quick fleeting touches that sent electric shocks through my body. In some small ways, it felt as though we were still dancing around the edges of what we could be. Or I was.

I looked at the clock. “12:00” I washed my hands off and setting everything to the side. “I should head home and get ready.” I say turning to face Joel. Joel nods “Come on, I will give you a ride back.” For a fleeting moment, light danced in my chest at the thought of spending more time with him. But, as if a bucket of cold water had splashed across my aspirations, reality struck. “Thanks, but Tasha is picking me up,” I said, my voice strained as I tried to maintain a casual tone. I hated the disappointment I saw flicker across his face.

“Alright, no problem,” he replied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Lifting my spirits, I waved him off as I turned to the door.

Moments later. Tasha's bright red car is pulling up. She was always the sunshine on a cloudy day, and tonight was no exception. Joel walks me outside. “I’ll see you tonight, right?” He whispers, his hand on my arm. “Yea of course.” I smiled. Joel offers a smile back nodding as he opened the car door helping me inside. Watching us pull off.

As I put my seat belt on, I was met with Tasha's big grin inching across her face, a testament to her insatiable curiosity. “What’s the deal with you and Joel?” she asked, waggling her eyebrows like a cartoon character.

I sighed, rolling my eyes playfully. “It’s not like that. Trust me. He’s “too old for me.” And plus he’s my dad’s best friend.”

“Come on, that’s just an excuse!” Tasha chided, her enthusiasm bubbling over. “You cannot tell me that you didn’t feel something tonight. I saw the way he looked at you while you were talking. There is definitely something brewing there!”

I felt my cheeks flush. “I don’t know, Tasha. I mean,I told him last night how I felt and he completely shut it down.” The words tumbled from my mouth, deep down, my heart ached at the conversation.

“Let’s put a pin in that,” she said dramatically, flipping her hair back, “because tonight we are on a mission — a shopping spree for the BBQ!”

Energized by her enthusiasm, I felt a spark of optimism as we drove toward the small outdoor shopping district. The vibrant colors and lively atmosphere lifted my spirits as I turned my focus to finding the perfect outfit.

Tasha had an eye for fashion, always keeping things fun and fresh.

We flitted from parlor to parlor, darting in and out of clothing stores, fabric rustling under our fingertips. I found a light sundress that floated around my knees, simple yet elegant, but deep within me lingered a desire for something bolder. “I need something that will give me courage,” I said as Tasha rifled through a rack of swimwear.

“A bikini!” she shouted, as though she had solved a great mystery. “There! Try this one on.” She tossed me a cheerful two-piece, adorned with bright floral patterns that made it scream summer.

I examined it hesitantly — it was cute, but would it really convey confidence? “Do you think I can pull this off?” I asked, feeling a mix of excitement and dread.

“Absolutely! Just remember, confidence is the best accessory you can wear.” She winked, pushing me toward the changing room, all while squealing about how much she loved it.

Moments later, I emerged from behind the curtain, clad in the bikini beneath my sundress, feeling both empowered and terrified. Tasha beamed, clapping her hands together. “You look amazing! Wear this to the BBQ; this is going to make waves — literally!”

With the sundress and bikini in tow, we enjoyed the rest of our evening immersed in laughter and girl talk. But amid the fun, I couldn’t silence my conflicted feelings about Joel. I told Tasha about our earlier conversation, a whirlpool of emotions spilling from me.

“What if he’s right?” I wondered aloud, twirling a loose strand of hair. “What if our age gap really does matter?”

Tasha shook her head emphatically. “That’s for you two to figure out! My point is this: just because he’s close to your dad doesn’t mean you can’t explore what’s there. If you want to, go for it. Life is too short to tiptoe around feelings! And what if he’s just scared to go there, maybe he needs a little push?”

As I reflected on her words, I felt a sense of clarity washing over me. Tasha was right. I wouldn’t allow fear to consume me — I owed it to myself to at least find out if there was genuine chemistry with Joel.

As I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room, I couldn’t help but admire the vibrant yellow sundress I had chosen for the day. The fabric flowed like summer’s sun, perfectly complementing the floral bikini I had tucked underneath. There was an electric thrill in the air, a feeling that today would be one of those days etched into memory forever.

Beside me, Tasha was busy applying sunscreen and fixing her hair. She wore a cheerful crop top that hugged her figure perfectly, coupled with high-waisted shorts that showcased her slender legs. Tasha was nothing if not confident, and I admired her for it. I caught a glimpse of the bright blue bikini peeking from under her crop top, promising a day of fun in the sun.

“Ready?” I asked, tossing my hair back over my shoulder as I reached for my bag. Tasha gave me a huge grin, one that reflected the excitement I could feel bubbling up inside both of us. Today was not just any day; we were finally headed to Joel's barbecue.

As we made our way down the stairs, the sound of laughter and chatter drifted towards us from the living room. I felt a flutter of anxiety as we approached the kitchen, where my stepmother Melissa lounged, a glass of wine in one hand and a disapproving glare plastered on her face.

“Look at those two,” I heard her say to her friend Angie, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I mean, is that really appropriate for a barbecue full of men?” I felt my cheeks flush, but I quickly brushed it off. Melissa always had something to say about my choices, but today felt too good to let her ruin my mood.

“We’re just having fun, like any other day,” Tasha whispered encouragingly as we walked past, ignoring the snarky whispers. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Melissa rolling her eyes, and I could practically hear Angie chuckling on her behalf. “Are you going Melissa?” Tasha asked sweetly. “No, I have more important things to attend too.” Melissa snarked. “Oh thank god, no one will be miserable over there.” Tasha gasp placing her hand on her chest, causing Melissa to stomp off.

As we made our way to Joel’s, the familiar sights and sounds of the neighborhood greeted me. The smell of grilled food wafted through the air, mixing with the laughter of friends. The vibe was palpable, electric with anticipation.

When we finally pulled up to his house, my heart sank slightly at the sight before me: the backyard was alive with activity. Laughter cascaded like music, and the vibrant colors of the decorations made the space feel like a summery oasis. I noticed Joel immediately; he was standing by the grill, flipping burgers, laughter spilling out of him like he was the life of the party. But what made my heart race was the way he looked at me, his eyes lighting up as they met mine. In that moment, nothing else mattered.

“Over here!” Joel called, waving me over. I felt a rush of exhilaration as I made my way through the crowd, elbowing my way past old friends and unfamiliar faces. Tasha quickly caught up with me, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

As we approached, I could see Joel was flanked by my dad and Tommy, both of them holding cold beers and chatting animatedly. The sight of all the familiar faces felt comforting, yet a bit skewed. Joel’s eyes remained glued to me, a spark between us that felt electric.

Tommy leaned over to Tasha, “Hey, you want to check out the DJ set-up I made? I think I’ve got a few tracks you’d love.” I shot Tasha a teasing look, but she merely smirked and nodded enthusiastically.

Before I knew it, they had slipped away, leaving me standing there with my dad and Joel. I felt a flutter of uncertainty as I wondered if I should have gone with them.

A reassuring smile from Joel put me at ease. “You look amazing, by the way,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “That dress is perfect for you.” I felt a flush creep up my cheeks, and as we exchanged more conversation, I realized that my worries were unfolding into laughter and light-hearted moments, erasing all strangeness from the air. I made my way around greeting some old friends from the neighborhood making my way inside for a drink.

Just then, my heart dropped as I felt a familiar presence. I turned slightly, and there he was: Josh, my ex-boyfriend. He was leaning against a wall, a casual smirk on his face, and in that moment, I felt as if the air had been sucked out of the space around me.

“You look great,” he said, and even though I tried to act nonchalant, I could tell that my heart was pounding. I hadn’t expected to see him here, and the memories started flooding back, colorful yet tinged with a bittersweet edge. After a calming breath, I forced a smile and replied, “Thanks, Josh. It's good to see you.”

Clearly, he was feeling the atmosphere, too. “Looks like you’re having fun,” he said, his eyes scanning up and down my body. “I was thinking about grabbing something to eat and then heading out.”

“Yeah, you should,” I replied, trying to maintain my composure while my mind raced. “The food is great here.” I can feel the discomfort wrap around my shoulders like a heavy shawl.

Josh stands with his arms crossed, his body language screaming hostility, his piercing gaze and overbearing presence can silence a room. The way he draws in his breath, as if the very air around him bends to his will, stirs familiar feelings of discomfort within me. I remember the way he used to manipulate me, twisting my thoughts until I couldn't tell up from down. Perhaps that's why, after our toxic relationship ended, I found the strength to run from him, despite the scars left on my heart. “Leave with me, let’s go have some fun like old times.” Josh smirks running his hand down my spine causing me to shiver with fear. “I can’t tonight Josh.” I say stepping away.

The conversation took a turn as Josh leaned closer and revealed his feelings, his words hanging thick in the air between us. “I’ve always cared about you. I think it’s about time we stop pretending.” My mind was racing, grappling with how to defuse the situation.“Josh, I… I don’t feel the same way. I think you're mistaken about what we have.”

The look on his face shifted, the disappointment morphing into frustration. I could see anger brewing in his eyes, yet I felt the gravity of my confession settle in. “You don’t get to choose who I feel for, Darlin! It’s you I want, and it’s time you accept that,” he asserted, his voice laced with desperation.

My pulse quickened at the simmering tension, and I could feel the atmosphere shifting precariously between us. “I don’t think you should be here, Josh,” Joel’s voice cut through the air like a clean knife, deep and commanding.

I felt a rush of adrenaline as I recognized the protective note in his tone. I held my breath, bracing myself for the inevitable explosion. After everything Josh had put me through, I needed someone like Joel on my side, someone who wouldn’t cower in the face of Josh’s overbearing presence.

“Oh please, like you have any say in my life,” Josh snapped back, dismissing Joel with an air of disdain, which only heightened the tension. I could sense the fight brewing between them like a storm ready to break.

“Maybe I don’t,” Joel replied evenly, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the heat rising between Josh and me. “But I’m telling you—leave now. You’re not welcome here.”

Josh laughed, a harsh, ugly sound that made the crowd pause for a moment. “What are you going to do, Joel? Protect her from me?” His mocking tone only served to raise the stakes, igniting Joel’s temper further.

“Walk away while you still can, Josh,” Joel said, stepping closer to Josh. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears, desperate to drown out the memories of manipulation and fear that Josh had ingrained in my very being.

“And what if I don’t?” Josh leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low growl. “What are you going to do about it?”

His eyes darkened, and I saw the flash of anger simmering just below the surface, a wild boar beneath a veneer of civility. “You think you can just walk away from what we had? I’m not letting you go that easily.” He looks at me.

In a moment of clarity, I stepped forward, my heartbeat steadying as I met his gaze without flinching. “You can’t keep pulling me back into your chaos.” I felt the warmth of Joel’s presence behind me, bolstering my resolve.

The room felt charged, and though everyone’s eyes were trained on the scene unfolding, I felt an unexpected sense of power surge within me. Josh turned to face Joel, ready for a fight that would no longer include me.

“Just remember,” Josh hissed before backing up a step, his body language radiating a threat. “I won’t forget this.”

He turned abruptly, slipping through the crowd, leaving a void that echoed loudly in his absence. Joel reassured the guest everything was okay and food was done. I ran a hand through my hair catching my breath. Joel reached out for me. “Come on.” Joel grabbed my hand pulling me upstairs.

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