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ashisill · 6 months

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I wait for you

Warnings: smoking, drinking, crying, mentions of sex, self sabotage, depression, suicidal thoughts, mentions of debating suicidal (it’s mentioned a few times. Please heed the warning if this triggers you), angst, angst, more angst, and being hopelessly in love with Sir Jacob Kiszka.

~This one is a lot, but I am very proud of how it turned out.

You and Jake had something special. Something that only comes once in a lifetime. Everyone watched you two, and wished for what you had. He loved you more than himself. More than his iced cold whiskey after a show. More than his beloved guitar. Honestly if you were to need him mid-show he’d drop everything, and run right off the stage for you. He was always running for you. Always looking for you everywhere he went. All you had to do was say his name, and he was there. He was always there. No matter what. You were truly his first priority. His first choice. His first love …. His only love.

You gave it all up. Things got hard, and you ran away. You fucking left it all behind. Your picture perfect life left in a daze. Although it wasn’t all your fault you still blamed yourself. Jake was busy all the time. Between tour, interviews, and traveling. You began fighting all the time. Every little thing was an argument.

You had your last argument in an cold hotel room. You got physical with each other for the first and last time. He never hurt you. He would never dream of it, but when you had enough you landed a smack against him. He grabbed your arms harder than he meant. You left that night, and you’ve regretted your life ever since. Running was worst decision you’ve ever made. How could you leave him? How could you hurt him when he’s treated you so sweetly. You’ve wanted to call you really did. Was it fear that stoped you? Fear of him hating your guts for what you did. You’d rather live in this unknowing pain than bare the thought.

“Jake wake up you’ve been asleep all day” Josh tried to wake his twin. They’ve found themselves in yet another hotel room. “Jake come on. The shows in a couple hours” he said opening the windows, and nudging Jake.

“Cancel it what’s the fucking point?” he said, and you could smell the whiskey on his breath. To see Jake so hateful towards his passion hurt Josh. ‘You drug me into this damn band, and you don’t even want it’ was the thought that repeated in Josh’s mind.

“Jake your drunk get the hell up” Josh said pulling the covers off, and throwing them on the floor. “I’m not doing it again Jake. I’m tired of this. Get the fuck out of the bed” Josh left slamming the door behind him. Where he was going? He didn’t know, but he needed some fresh air. He headed outside to walk the city.

There you were in the local park with your dog, having no idea they were in your town. Josh stumbled into park. The nature fascinating him, and catching his interest. That curly headed boy you loved so much came into your field of vision. As much as he’s changed over three years you knew it was him. “Josh!” You shouted.

He looked around confused, assuming it was another fan. Then he spotted you waving at him “no fucking way”. You bolted after him, and your dog chased you. “What are you doing here?” He pulled you in for a warm, and welcoming hug.

“I actually live here now. What are you doing here?”

“Got a show tonight darling. I missed you”

“I’ve missed all of you dearly. How is everyone?”

“Let me buy you a drink and we’ll catch up”

Meanwhile Jake is unaware of Josh’s discovery, but he knew you were there. He could feel a change in the air … He could feel you. For some reasons things didn’t seem so bad. For the first time in a while he got himself up, and took a shower. He brushed out his tangled hair, and cleaned himself up. Throwing on his favorite pants, and a button down shirt. Complete with some expensive cologne that he can’t remember where it came from.

Josh told you everything you missed in the past three years. You longed to be there for it all. Finally you asked the question that’s been eating at you since the conversation started. “So” you took a drink preparing yourself. “How is he?”

“Jake? Oh he’s fine. Still Jake I suppose”

“Is he? That’s good” you took another drink.

“Do you believe me when I say that he’s ‘fine’?” He said using his fingers as quotation marks.

“I want to yes. Is it white lie Joshua?”

“It’s a big fat fucking lie. He’s not fine. He hasn’t been fine since that night, but that’s not your problem. It’s just hard taking care of him when he doesn’t want to care for himself”

“I miss him a lot. I hate myself for leaving him. I’m not doing so good myself. I don’t even know myself anymore. It’s like I’m a stranger in my own body. The world seems so dark without him”

“I’m sorry dear. Jake isn’t much better. As much as I’d love to lie, and tell you he’s happy. He’s not at all”

You wanted to tell him the reason for your outing this morning. The true reason why you were there, but you couldn’t. How could you look him in the face, and tell him you didn’t want to live. How could you tell him hours before you were really debating on staying on this Earth. You could see him reacting strongly. You already knew the things he would say. Maybe even shed a tear with you. He’s already dealing with a lot, and you can see it in his eyes. You just couldn’t do it.

“What’s the matter?” He could still read you well.

“It’s just a lot, but I’m okay” lair how could you? He sees straight through it you know he does. He sighs, but doesn’t pry. Instead he simply just changes the subject.

“Have you loved another?”

“Never”

“Never? Not once?”

“Hook ups don’t count. Some of them look like him, but there never him”

“He could say the same darling. I don’t know if it’s a good idea to see him”

“What why not? Please don’t don’t this-”

“I’m not taking him away from you. Just listen to me. He’s not well dear. I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true. Come see me after the show, and I’ll think about it. Maybe all he needs is you, but I’m holding back for a reason”

“I think I know why, and I understand. Do you promise you’ll think about it” he’s hesitant because if you left again he knows it would kill Jake. There’s no way in hell he would make it out alive. Just the thought of it makes Josh want to crawl away and cry.

“Would I ever lie to you? I just need what’s best for Jake. I’m sure you understand”

“You so good to him Josh. I wish I had someone like you. Caring for me the way you care for Jake”

“That person is in a hotel room about a mile away. Like I said meet me after the show okay?”

You agreed, and said your goodbyes. Returning to your home to find something nice to wear. What used to be Jake’s favorite dress seems like a perfect fit. Josh headed back to the hotel to find his brother. “Jake you better be out of-”

“Yeah” was all he said.

“Feel good today?”

“I suppose so. Where’d you go?”

“Oh ya know for a walk”

“Where’d you go? Terrible liar you are”

“The bar. I’m glad your feeling better today”

He just nodded his head. Josh sighed knowing it’s taking everything out of him not to tell Jake. ‘Your lovers back! Your lovers back! She’s here you don’t have to be sad anymore! Please don’t be sad anymore. She’s here, and she loves you!’he wanted to shout it at him. To see Jake smile for the first time in three whole years. To see his face light up like it once did before. Instead he stayed quiet, and went on about his business. “Can you go check if sam is ready?” He asked Jake.

You did just as Josh said, and after the show he snuck you backstage. “I need you to be really quiet, and not let him hear you. Walls are paper thin darling” he said locking the door behind him. “I need you to answer me completely honest”

“Okay what’s up?”

“Your gonna stay?”

“A part of me died that day. I can’t go through this again. I fucking miss him Josh! I would go through hell again just to hold him one more time. I’d break all my bones if that’s what he wanted. If he asked for the moon I’d bring it to him. The stars too. He’s my world Josh need him back. I need his love. I need his touch. I need him Josh I need him. This morning I didn’t want to live any longer without him. The scary part is I almost fucking did it. That’s why I was at the park. I needed air. I needed to breath. Moments before you saw me I was crying on a park bench. Embarrassing I know, but it’s the truth.

“Oh darling no. No sweet girl no”

You broke into tears, and Josh comforted you with a hug. Like you predicted tears started to fall from his own eyes. “We need you here. You belong here. I am so fucking proud of you. Your here. Your alive. To know that life has been so terrible to you that you questioned living. It makes me want to hide away, and shelter you from every bad thing. I know I didn’t tell you this enough, but I love you. I really love you, and I don’t want you to be in pain anymore. Your safe now, and in a few moments everything will be okay again. I promise you. I know how bad your struggling. I see Jake everyday, and it just gets worse. I just want to see him happy again. Your the only solution my darling. I haven’t seen him smile in three years. He’s never excited about anything. He doesn’t have anything to talk about, and he always drunk. Always. When he does speak it’s either to cuss me out, or it’s about you. I know how bad things are, and I want to see you feel okay again too”

“What does he say about me?” You asked as Josh wiped your tears.

“It always starts angry. He’s angry because he wants to be happy again, but he can’t be. Your the light in his life. Then he starts to act like he’s angry with you. Sometimes he’ll cuss you out too. Then he’ll start to cry, and your name is all he knows. When I try to comfort him he’ll ask for you. I’ll say “she’s not here Jake”, and he’ll remember that your gone. He’ll start to think of you, and how he loves you so deeply. He’ll tell me some stories about the two of you before it hurts to much. Normally ends with him crying himself to sleep or getting so drunk he can’t feel you lingering”

“How could I do this to him? Your positive he wants to see me?” You asked trying not to lose your control.

“Come with me”

Josh knocked on Jake’s dressed room, and an annoyed “what?” came with it.

“Can I come in? I have someone you might want to talk to”

‘Could it be her?’. Jake went quiet, and Josh opened the door. There he stood with a cigarette in his fingers. His face dropped, and neither one of you moved. You’ve looked for him in every room, but now he’s here. A rush of adrenaline flowed through his veins. He feels alive for the first time, and all you had to do was walk into the room. Color has returned to his pale face. His eyes once grey, and gloomy now glowing in your light.

You both just stood there questioning if this was real. You broke the cement that glued you to the floor, and ran once again. Straight into his arms this time. Josh knew everything was finally better, and left shutting the door behind him. Letting his back rest against the shut door. His hand covered his mouth as he began to cry once more. Crying because Jake’s gonna be okay again. Because he knows all is well now that your here. Tonight he’ll fall sleep without a single worry. He’ll drift away knowing his brothers happy. Knowing he won’t have to make himself sick from worrying. Or staying up half the night waiting for Jake to come back with some girl that looks similar to you. He’s safe, and Josh can finally breath again.

You gripped, and pulled at each other like this was a dream you were going to wake up from. His hair got longer, he still wears those same old jeans, and he still smells like home.

“I’ve missed you” was all you could manage to say.

“My girl” he kissed your forehead. “Oh my girl”

You buried yourself in his neck fighting back tears. “I thought I’d never see you again. I wanted to call I really did”

“Shh shh it’s okay. I promise”

After all you put him through he’s still forgiving. The pain he’s been in for the three years was nothing just to feel you again. He’s willing to forget this ever happened just to keep you in his arms forever.

“I love you ya know? Time hasn’t changed it a bit”

“I love you too Jake”

His lips were locked on yours immediately. You pulled at each others hair, and the collars of your shirt. Trying desperately to get closer to each other. “Jakey”

“God I’ve missed you calling me that”

“I missed you. I missed you so much”

“I’ve miss you to my love. Do the others know your here?”

“Only Josh”

“Assuming he found you when he went on his supposed ‘walk’ the morning” he said holding your face in his hands.

“Well to be fair he was on a walk, and I found him”

“You found us. You came home. God I’ve missed you. Every day when I wake up your on my mind, and it stays that way till I sleep. Even in my sleep you haunt my dreams every night”

Lips crashing against each others once more. Emotion running through you both. “Why’d you leave me baby?”

“I don’t know Jacob. I don’t know”

His hand wrapped around your neck, and he kissed you hard. “Don’t leave again” his eyes began to water

“I’m here Jake. I’m not going anywhere my love”

He brought you to the small couch in the corner. Tangled up into each other, kissing his neck, and hands wandering each other’s bodies. Wordlessly you agreed to save it for later. Your felt tired like you haven’t slept in years. As you laid on your lover your eyes began to fell heavy. Jake laid their wide awake wondering how you were here. It didn’t feel real, and he held on to you just in case he woke up from this dream.

Josh came back later to tell Jake everyone was headed out. You were passed out on his chest completely unaware. “We’re fixing to leave” Josh whispered at the door.

“Alright” he woke you up gently. “Time to go sleepy girl”

You and Jake took a drive, and enjoyed the city lights. After you hit the bar that was in the lobby, and headed back to the hotel room. Everyone was gathered in the twins room talking about the show.

“Yeah I know. Did you hear how bad I fucked that up?” Josh belted out laughing far louder than he needed to.

Jake swiped the card, and the opened the door. You laughed almost as loud as Josh. As the alcohol hit your system everything was just so damn funny.

“Is that … her?” Sam asked confused.

“Sam look at Jake of course it’s her” Danny knowing immediately by Jake’s smile that it was indeed you.

“Y/n! Y/n! It’s you! Your back!” He shouted.

“Oh my god I’ve missed you Sammy”

“Good to have you back” Danny hugged you tight. You let your self go limp in his arms. “Someone’s drunk huh?”

“Just a little bit Danny”

“Josh check out this record I bought” Sam said already distracted.

“Let’s hear it brother”

It was a soft jazz album of a band you’ve never heard of. Jake’s eyes were fixated on you as you spoke to Danny. He reached out his hand, and you grabbed it with a giggle. He danced around the room with you, spinning you round and round. Stumbling all over the place, and tripping over each others feet. Josh watched in awe as a smile never left Jake’s face.

A little while later after the chatter quieted you collapsed onto the bed. Josh motioned Jake to come to him. They went out to the balcony “I’m proud of you Jacob”

“Thank you for taking care of me for so long. You could of kicked me to the curb. Or let me quit my job, but you didn’t. I’ll never be able to repay you, but know I wouldn’t be here without you”

“I promised you I’d always be here for you. I love you man”

“I love you too bud” they shared a hug before Jake followed you to the bed.

“Tying to escape?” you joked peeking your eyes open at him.

“Now ma’am I thought you were asleep” Jake said kissing your forehead.

You shook your head, and he joined you in the bed. You cuddled up on his side, threw your leg and arm over him, and began to fall asleep.

“Promise we’ll stay like this forever?”

“For infinity my love. I’ll find you in every universe I live I promise”

“I love you Jakey”

“I love you too my girl”

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judasofsuburbia · 1 year

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11 + 22 with steddie? please emily god of smut that rips my heart to shreds and carefully puts it back together again <3

hehehe hi lou!! thank u for ur request<3 hope u enjoy these silly lil men

11. Louder. Let me hear you.

22. Show me how much you need me.

cw: phone sex. word count: 1096. pairing: steve and eddie.

“Hello?” Steve answers the phone groggily.

“Fuck, did I wake you?” Eddie winces.

Steve hums, rubbing his eyes and sitting up more in bed. “S’okay, baby. Went to bed early tonight.”

“Now I feel like even more of an asshole,” Eddie laughs pitifully.

“Don’t. Wanna talk to you,” Steve answers.

“You sure?”

“Mhm. What’s on your mind?”

Eddie exhales. “Uh, quite a lot.”

“Tell me.”

“I don’t think you’re awake enough for this conversation.”

Steve’s eyes truly open at those words. “W-what? What’s going on?”

Eddie chokes and scrambles over his next sentence. “God, no, nothing bad, darling, I’m sorry, I just‒it’s funny really, it’s so unimportant and now you’re even more awake because I scared you when I’m literally just calling because I’m so hard I can barely think straight.”

Steve’s gut tightens at his words. They’ve never done this before. Eddie is on tour with his band, a small contract to a few neighboring states. If it goes well, they could add on more dates. Steve’s really proud of him and wished he could go but there’s no way he could ask for that much time off of work.

Steve did miss him though. Badly.

“Oh?” Steve teases, clearing his throat. “Can’t even think straight?”

Eddie makes a desperate noise that shoots down Steve’s spine. “No. I’m going crazy over here.”

“Needed my voice to get off?”

“Please.”

“Okay,” Steve adjusts himself on the bed, spreading his legs because now Eddie’s got him interested as well. “Were you thinking about me?”

Eddie sighs, petulant. “Yes, of course, I was.”

“Didn’t want to assume,” Steve retorts.

“Darling.”

“Right,” Steve says. “Thinking about anything in particular? Any memories stashed away?”

He can hear Eddie swallow.

“I kept thinking about…this is embarrassing, Jesus Christ, um. The summer you lifeguarded at the pool? You…saved Gareth from drowning one day. Do you even remember that?”

Steve racks his brain. His eyebrows shoot up and he lets out a small laugh. “You got hard over me and Gareth?”

Eddie groans. “No, not that. Never, ever repeat this to him. I was thinking about the red trunks you were wearing. How the sun made your muscles all…shiny as you carried him out. Please feel free to stop me at any time.”

“I didn’t realize I had fans,” Steve teases.

“Please, you had everyone’s tongues hanging out of their mouth that summer.”

“Did you wish it was you?” Steve asks.

“What?”

Steve's voice is husky as he says, “Did you wish it was you being saved? How I would’ve dived into the water, pulled you to my chest, and scooped you right up? Lay you out on the emergency board and hover over you? Put my hands on your chest and blow into your mouth?”

He hears Eddie’s breath hitch and a zipper being undone.

“Touching yourself?” Steve asks.

Eddie huffs. “Y-yeah. Fuck, yeah. Wish it was me.”

“Would you have kissed me back then?”

“I sure would have tried,” Eddie laughs weakly.

Steve smiles and slips his hand into his boxers. He’s slow with getting himself off, wanting to make this last until Eddie was done. He didn’t realize how hot it would be to hear his boyfriend panting over the phone, crackly but just as desperate.

“Those shorts were tight, huh?” Steve ponders.

Eddie whines. “You have no idea how good you looked in them. I have never been to the pool more times in my life than that god-forsaken summer.”

“Wish I’d known you back then,” Steve sighs dreamily. “I could have taken you to the infirmary room and locked the door.”

“S-Steve,” Eddie pants.

“Stroked your hair until you felt better. Checked your body for injuries. Maybe ask you to lower your trunks. You would’ve loved that, wouldn’t you, baby?”

Eddie moans quietly and huffs out a “Yes.”

“You would’ve been hard for me already from my hands all over you. I’d look up at you from the floor and lean my head forward. Taken your tip into my mouth, run my tongue all around‒” Steve cuts himself off with a moan as his hand squeezes his cock.

“Would you have told me to be quiet?” Eddie whimpers.

“Oh, absolutely. Can’t have us getting interrupted now, can we? For right now though…louder. Let me hear you.”

Eddie groans loud and deeply. Steve’s hips buck up into his fist at the sound.

“You’d just be squirming under me, yeah? Clutching the bed and biting your cute pink lips until they bled. I’d taken you deeper and deeper, making sure you feel cared for. Serving mankind or whatever the lifeguard’s oath says.”

Eddie laughs at Steve’s stupid joke but it slowly turns into a moan. “Miss your mouth.”

“I’m sure you do,” Steve grunts. “I miss your cock, baby.”

Eddie lets out a strangled noise that vibrates Steve’s skin. He can almost hear the slick sounds of Eddie’s hand stroking his cock. How he wishes he could watch it happen.

“Getting close?”

“Mhm. Keep talking.”

“Being the first cock I’ve ever sucked, I definitely would’ve taken you too deep. Choked on you. Gagged around you. You’d be so scared for me but I would just keep going. Sucking you down, down, down.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Eddie moans.

“Put your hands in my hair, make you grab onto me, guide me to whatever pace you needed.”

“Steve,” Eddie pleas.

“You need me bad, huh?” Steve smirks.

“So bad. Always need you.”

“Show me how much you need me. Come for me.”

Eddie does, speeding up his motions until he releases, groaning Steve’s name all the while. Steve bucks his head back into the pillows and comes with a long moan himself. There are no words over the line for a long while. Just the boyfriends' labored breathing as they came down from their highs.

“Feel free to wake me up for that any time,” Steve jokes breathlessly.

Eddie chuckles with a long sigh. “That was so hot. Why haven’t we been doing this the whole time?”

“We can certainly start,” Steve grins. “Especially if you got some treasure chest of Steve memories you want to cycle through.”

“I’m not gonna live this one down, am I?”

“Wonder if I have those trunks somewhere.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“You love me.”

“Crime of passion.”

“Me in my little shorts. Saving lives with the sun‒what did you say‒shining off my muscles.” Steve can practically hear the eye roll from the other side.

“I miss you,” Eddie whispers after a few moments.

“I miss you so much,” Steve whispers back. “Only a couple more weeks.”

“Stay on the phone with me while I sleep?”

Steve’s heart aches. “Of course, baby.”

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dragonflylady77 · 2 months

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Mr Steve and the Monster Hunter

Here is it! The last chapter of my fic for @bigbangharringrove

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Ao3

Steve has a lot of things to say

Chapter 6 - I'm all in

Steve is finally holding Billy in his arms and he doesn’t want to let go. He’s not sure where this urge is coming from but it’s all encompassing and he is not questioning it. His gut is telling him he is where he is supposed to be, and well, his gut has yet to steer him wrong.

Strangely for someone who just spent a week in a coma, he is exhausted and very sleepy. He has no idea what time it is. Daylight is still coming through the open window but he vaguely remembers reading somewhere that the sun sets at different times in different parts of the country and he’s never been to California before.

Billy didn’t say anything when Steve told him he’d missed him, instead he gently wrapped his arms around Steve, careful of his injuries and various bandages. Steve knows he needs to explain, even if his brain still feels a bit scrambled.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Steve lets out a short laugh that makes his chest sting a bit. He brings his hand back up to play with Billy’s hair. “How can I miss someone I barely knew? But I did, Billy. Somehow, I really did. And then… then you were there, alive, somehow even better looking than I remembered, and so fucking full of life… Of course I jumped when you offered to answer my questions.”

“Not like I got the chance to do much of that,” Billy mumbles and Steve can feel his breath on his chest. It feels nice and he wishes they were wearing less clothes and weren’t on a narrow hospital bed so he could feel it more.

Still, he can’t let Billy feel bad for running off when Eleven reached out for help.

“Well that is hardly your fault, is it? Just like what happened to me isn’t your fault.”

Billy sits up at that and pierces Steve with a thunderous look. He looks fierce, and hot as sin, and Steve wants to trace that scar on his cheek with his finger… or his lips. His brain and his heart seem to be fully on board with that plan.

“Billy…” Steve starts, reaching out to take Billy’s hand again, happy when Billy lets him..

“No, Steve.” Billy runs his free hand through his hair with a sigh. “I know better. The rules are there for a reason and I shouldn’t have let you come with us. It was my mission. I knew the risks and—fuck!” Billy looks straight at Steve then, his eyes wet with tears and Steve feels something squeeze his heart at the sight.

“Steve, you nearly died because of me. Because I let my feelings get in the way.”

“Billy…”

“I can’t… I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you.” The chuckle Billy lets out is rough and raw. “I'm lucky Max hasn't come after me yet. I keep expecting her to come at me with Cindy to try and detach my head from my body.”

Steve was confused. “Who's Cindy?”

“My ax.”

“Okay...” Steve is sure Billy had a good reason to name his ax Cindy but it’s not relevant at this point. They can talk weapon names later. Steve is so going to ask for a tour of HellGrove when he’s no longer stuck in a hospital bed.

“Hey.” Steve links his fingers with Billy’s. “Forget about Max. And the rules. It’s like Robin said. I’m here. I’m alive.”

“You know, I did wonder how much of that private conversation you heard.”

Steve watches as a pink blush blooms on Billy’s cheeks and it’s the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen in his life.

“Let’s just say I heard Olivia ask you a question and I noticed you didn’t actually answer said question.”

“Jesus, Harrington. Don’t pull punches on my account.”

“You gonna tell me, Hargrove?” If Billy is gonna go back to last names, instead of his usual pet names, Steve is gonna follow suit. It brings back memories of high school posturing and what Steve can now see was Billy pulling his metaphorical pigtails at a time where being queer could get one in a lot of trouble, or worse. One glance shows Steve that Billy is still blushing and the neckline of his HellGrove tee stops Steve from seeing how far down it goes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Billy says and Steve resists the urge to roll his eyes.

Steve sits up, not paying attention to the slight sting on his chest when he does, damn bandages pulling on his chest hair, as he drags Billy to him by his hand, putting his other hand on the back of Billy’s neck to hold him there.

“Billy, the day after I found out you were alive, I went to see Robin and Heather so Robin could answer some of my questions.”

“I bet you had a few,” Billy chuckles softly.

“Hoo boy, yes I did. Then I even had questions about things I found out that day. About you. About Olivia. Then Robin said you were on your way back and I, um, I kinda freaked out.”

“Why? Steve, I’m not—”

“Oh, um, well, turns out I’m not very good at hiding things from Robin, and she said I definitely needed to have a chat with you or I would regret it.”

The laughter that peels out of Billy surprises them both. Steve thinks he looks so beautiful and happy.

“That’s your first mistake, pretty boy,” Billy says. “You, of all people, should know you can’t hide things from Robin. She always finds out. And if she doesn’t, Heather does.”

“Heather scares me.”

“Oh my god.” Billy is still laughing and Steve wants to keep making him.

“She is fiercely protective of you and I don’t think she likes me very much.”

“Oh. yeah, um, about that…” Billy suddenly looks embarrassed and it’s not what Steve wants. At all.

“I, um, I’d like to change that.” He smiles. “Billy, I know it might seem sudden, since I only found out about you a week ago, but…” Steve stops and looks down at their fingers. Considering what Steve heard of Billy’s chat with Robin in the hallway, he doesn’t think it’s too much of a gamble that Billy will react favorably. Still, he’s been surprised before so it’s always better to make sure.

“But?”

“I had a dream about you the night we met again,” Steve says, before he pulls Billy closer. “A very detailed, very private, kind of dream,” he whispers, his mouth so close to Billy’s he can feel his breath.

“Oh, did you now?” Billy whispers back and their lips are pretty much touching now and Billy’s hands are holding his face and Steve closes his eyes and he nods and then Billy is kissing him and Steve can’t think beyond ‘BillyBillyBillyBillyBilly’.

The kiss feels like everything he didn’t know he wanted and more. Steve feels Billy’s tongue trace the seam of his lips and he opens his mouth and the kiss gets better. Billy is kissing him like he’s something precious, all slow and slick, and it makes Steve moan and once again wish they weren’t on a narrow hospital bed.

Too soon, Billy pulls back. He licks his lips and Steve feels his body shudder at the sight. He definitely wants more of that. Everywhere.

Billy chuckles and Steve realizes he may have said that out loud. He shrugs, then winces because the movement pulls on the bandages and Billy gives him a worried look.

“I’m okay. I wonder when they’ll let me go home. Or, you know, get out of here.”

“What did the doctor say earlier?”

Steve doesn’t ask how Billy knows the doctor came to see him, the guy kinda owns the building after all. “He said they need to run some more tests but I should be allowed out in a couple of days.”

“That’s good.”

Something important suddenly clicks when Steve hears himself talk about going home. “Oh God. Billy, I've been missing work for over a week. How am I going to tell my boss I am suddenly in California?”

“Oh, Max sorted that out for you. You'll have to ask her. When the doctor gives the okay, I'll portal you back to your house and you can, um, you know, go back to your life.”

“That's the second time you've said that to me,” Steve notes, not liking the way Billy is now looking at some point over Steve's shoulder, like he was distancing himself from Steve.

“Is it?” Billy sits back, his hands dropping to the bed.

“Uh huh.” Steve picks Billy's hand again and makes eye contact, locking gaze with Billy. “Billy, I…” Steve smiles. “I don't want to go back to not knowing. I love teaching, don't get me wrong, but I can do that anywhere. But this?” Steve gestures between himself and Billy. “This is way too important. You are too important.”

“Steve…” Billy looks away and tries to get his hand back but Steve holds fast.

“No, I missed my chance in high school because things got fucked up and I didn’t realise it until it was way too late. But now that I know you’re alive? Now that I understand what the things I am feeling really mean? There is no fucking way I’m going back to what I had before.”

“What’s that?” Billy asks, his tone bitter and sad. “A quiet life without monsters? A safe job in a nice school? School moms fawning over you day in and day out? What’s so bad about that life, Steve?”

“Well, for one, if you’re not there with me, I don’t want it.”

“You can’t mean that.” The dejection comes through clearly in Billy’s resigned tone. Steve wonders what happened to Billy to make him believe he doesn’t deserve this and more. He makes a quick promise to himself to spend the rest of his life showing Billy how cherished he is.

“I can, and I do.” He grins at the man he loves, because, yes, there is no other word to explain the warmth filling his chest when he looks at Billy. “It will come to no surprise to you that your daughter isn’t the only one who’s been eavesdropping, not that you and Robin were particularly quiet in the doorway before. Billy, holding you, kissing you, it feels like the last piece of the puzzle finally slotted into place.”

Steve notices the tears rolling down Billy’s cheeks and he can feel his face is wet as well, but he presses on. “You can have this. Have me. I want you to know that I’m all in. If that’s what you want.”

The longing in Billy’s eyes threatens to undo Steve completely and Steve can’t take it anymore. He pulls Billy back to him, once again ignoring the sting on his chest at the movement, and brings their mouths together.

Billy lets out a moan and melts against him. This time Billy ends up on top of Steve, obliterating Steve’s ability to form thoughts beyond ‘ohmygodohmygodohmygod!’ and there is nothing Steve would change about that.

Not even when the nurse rushes in to check on the screeching monitor because Steve’s heart rate is going through the roof.

***

The feeling of a cold arm around his waist pulls Steve from his slumber, the cold chest against his back waking him up a bit more. He shivers when its owner pulls him closer, their legs tangling together.

“Fuck, your feet are freezing!” Steve exclaims sleepily, attempting to move away, but Billy wraps his limbs around him like an overly amorous octopus.

“Sorry, baby. Livi went to the bathroom and got scared of the dark once she woke up fully. We really need to get those nightlights we’ve been talking about to put in the hallway,” Billy says, his lips kissing a trail along Steve’s bare shoulder.

“Mmmm, good idea,” Steve replies, barely listening because the kisses feel too nice. When Billy nibbles on the crook of his neck, Steve lets out a soft moan and, damn, he wants more. He turns around in Billy’s arms, spreadings both hands on Billy’s chest, the tips of his fingers finding the familiar grooves of the scars covering the hard muscles.

Steve moves a hand up to bury in Billy’s hair, the golden curls longer now than they were a year ago, and pulls lightly. He finds Billy’s lips in the dark and licks into his mouth, swallowing Billy’s needy grunt. Steve starts a slow grind against the thigh Billy slotted between his legs as the kiss gets sloppy.

He lets out a loud groan when he feels Billy’s hardening cock against his. Billy squeezes his ass in warning.

“Shhhh, Stevie, not so loud, you’ll wake the baby,” Billy whispers as he ends the kiss to nip at Steve’s jaw.

Steve bites his lip to stop the whimpers as Billy moves to his neck, licking the spot he knows full well makes Steve melt. “Billy, baby, you’re really not helping,” Steve bites out, trying to stay quiet when Billy pushes him onto his back and straddles him. “Fuck…”

Billy’s throaty chuckle against his ear hits Steve right in the dick. “That’s the idea, pretty boy.” He punctuates that with another nibble on his neck and a hard grind of his hips.

Steve grabs Billy’s thighs with both hands and digs his fingers in. “Billy!” he warns with an urgent whisper, knowing full well it will only spur Billy on. Billy rolls his hips again, making Steve gasp.

“You fucker!”

“Aww, baby, don’t be like that,” Billy says against Steve’s collarbone as he sucks a hickey Steve knows he will need to hide under a high-collared shirt tomorrow. “You know I’ll make you feel good,” Billy adds, hands snaking between them, fingers tangling in the thick mat of Steve’s chest hair.

Steve knows what’s coming and he is powerless to stop it. Billy pulls and Steve’s hips arch off the bed, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip in a mammoth effort to stay quiet. Steve knows exactly what look Billy is giving him right now even if it’s too dark to actually see it. That look that says he’s proud of himself but only getting started…

“Billy, please…” Steve isn’t sure what he’s asking for, but if the past year loving this man has taught him anything, it’s that Billy will deliver.

“I got you.” Billy gets off of him then and Steve feels the loss of his weight on him keenly.

A shudder goes through Steve when he feels Billy’s hands on his hips, sliding in towards his crotch, and he spreads his legs to accommodate his boyfriend. He bites down on a moan when Billy settles between his thighs.

“Shhhh,” Billy whispers as he mouths Steve’s hard dick over his pants and Steve slams a pillow over his face because there’s no way he can stay quiet, especially not when Billy reaches under the waistband of his pajama pants, his fingers extracting Steve’s dick and giving it a squeeze.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Steve whispers, panting already, and trying—really trying—to make as little noise as possible.

When Billy licks a stripe from root to tip, Steve’s free hand grabs the bedding next to him, clutching the sheet with desperate fingers.

When Billy sucks on the head of his cock, Steve’s breath stutters, then his entire body bows from the effort to stay quiet when Billy takes him all the way down.

It’s too much, too wet, too tight, too warm, too good, and Steve knows he’s not gonna last very long, not with the way Billy is going to town on his dick from the word go. Steve wishes there was more light in the room so he could watch because it’s a sight he never tires from.

He feels Billy’s fingers leave his hip and slide inward, brushing past his balls, then further south. The moment Billy’s fingertips touch his rim, it’s all over. The fingers digging into his hip are the only thing anchoring him to the bed as Steve bites down on the pillow he’s still holding over his face in an attempt to keep from waking up everyone on their street.

He’s only vaguely aware of Billy climbing up his body and removing the pillow, allowing him to catch his breath. He’s pretty sure Billy sucked his soul through his dick and somehow melted every bone in his body as well.

“You okay, pretty boy?” Billy asks and Steve can hear his grin.

“Uh huh.” Steve can’t make words right now, he’s pretty sure his brain leaked out his ears or something. RIP last brain cell.

Billy wraps one arm around him, pulling him close, and Steve manages to roll onto his side to rest his head on Billy’s chest. He hums happily, his fingers playing idly with the scar on Billy’s chest.

“Billy?” Steve asks, breaking the comfortable silence they are lying in. He's glad they didn't wake the baby up. He doesn’t regret offering Robin and Heather a weekend off parenting so they could get a break, but keeping the noise down when Billy does unspeakable things to him is exhausting.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think…?”

Steve stops then, trying to articulate the thought he just had, even though his brain wants to sleep because he just had an orgasm and it's the middle of the night.

“What is it?”

“Do you think you'd want to get married on a beach?”

“Pretty boy?” Billy asks, his hand stopping mid stroke on Steve’s arm.

“I mean, I know it's not legal or anything, not yet anyway, but one day…”

“If that's your proposal, it needs work, princess.”

Steve drops a kiss on Billy's chest. “Nah, just wondering. When I propose to you, you'll know for sure.”

“What if I propose to you first?”

THE END

I did some doodles for this fic, because I could... (chapter 1 and chapter 4)

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove big bang #harringrove bigbang #harringrovebigbang #dragonflylady77 #mr steve and the monster hunter

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i-am-arkham-asylum · 3 months

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Back on my current-era petekey moment, a got-together-in-05-and-stayed-together verse if you will,

My brain goes crazy thinking about Pete Wentz vague posting on all seven hundred of his blogs throughout the middle aughts and how that would look if he was in a relationship with Mikey that whole time.

Because there is this slow build from Pete romanticizing heartbreak into just cold hard desperation where he's barely getting the words out because they hurt that bad

I think it was on a home boys life? where he goes from:

"Only telemarketers have more hang ups then me"

To just being beat the fuck down until it's:

"You never call me back"

I can just imagine Pete going from this romantic notion of ""oo this secret relationship is all ours and isn't that romantic that we are something only we know""

Until it's years later and you're no longer emotionally volatile and all you want is the ability to be and feel stable. then suddenly pete realizes he doesn't want to be Shakespearean he just wants to hold Mikey hand in starbucks and it goes from romantic poetry to,

"Only the IRS knows how much I love you and I'm sorry"

And I think Pete Wentz is the kind of person, ESPECIALLY pre-hiatus Pete who did not have a good relationship with boundaries on talking about his personal life; that guy would go crazy with want because he JUST wants to talk about how in love he is but everything has to be under this cover of like, HYPOTHETICALLY.

LIKE, ""your hypothetical brown eyes and your hypothetical knobby knees and your hypothetical mouth that you press into mine every night. I feel how your lips have been warmed by hot stage lights and I wish people knew I was yours ANYWAY BUY OUR ALBUM, WE'RE TOURING NEXT WEEK

xoxo pete"""

I think there would be something so gut wrenching about loving someone through the most difficult conditions (touring, time difference, long distance, you're both severely mentally ill) and getting to talk about everything except for the love of your life. Especially for someone like Pete who just wore everything on his sleeve for the longest time.

It's like, "yeah you are quite possibly the person I'm going to die next to but also Wikipedia thinks I'm single and the daily mail thinks I am dating Avril Levine".

I'm not smart enough to interpret how something like that would also change FOB's discography, but I just know we would have some sort of song that's absolutely gut wrenching and is Pete pouring all of his love and longing for mister Micheal Romance into lyrics since he can't blog about it.

#petekey #pete wentz #mikey way #sweet little dudes #bandom

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yril-writes · 10 months

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— NEVER AGAIN

synopsis ; they say promises are meant to be broken, maybe they are right. But this glimpse of hope inside you says it's okay to push through, and who knew that trusting your gut would just put everything into flames and turn to ashes the next day.

scenario ; reincarnation?! Wherein Sukuna choose the life of being a yakuza?! And you choose a normal one, to be able to live peacefully but there comes a time that you have to move into the city one day.

type ; drabble

include/s ; ryoumen sukuna

pairing/s ; yakuza character x fl! reader

genre ; angst and a mountain full of sad corn

Promises are meant to be broken, is what they say. But that is not what you wanted to believe. Some may say you are naive which is true, but you see the world like it is something that's pure and full of opportunities without even having thoughts about what's bad about it. Now that you are moving in the city, you didn't even bat an eye about the decisions you are making, you only thought that this was a great idea for your flower shop business nothing more nothing less. The reason why you were on your way into the city is because your grandmother felt ill and there is no one able to look after the shop while your grandmother is in the hospital, so you the lovely granddaughter offered a helping hand, and immediately went there.

"City! Here I come!" dragging your suitcase and carrying a bag behind your bag you made your way to the train station. The trip wasn't all that hassle or anything, in fact it was fast. Since it was in the bullet train. Upon arriving at your destination, the breeze immediately filled your nostrils, you thought that the air in the city is completely different back home, of course it is. The moment when you set your foot out of the train it felt different, everything is different how they wore their clothes and even lifestyle here looks different, and here you are a bumpkin girl from the outskirts of nowhere. Seconds later you received a phone call it was your grandfather, immediately answering you were greeted with cries of worries and you quickly reassured them it didn't take too long for your aunt to come and get you from the station.

She immediately directed you towards the flower shop and toured you around, the second floor of the shop looked like a normal mini house and your aunt told you that you can stay there until your grandmother recovers. Going upstairs the room took you by surprise because it was perfect and cozy, unpacking your things and you hear the bell of the shop down stairs chime. Running down the stairs you immediately greeted the customer who came in without having a look at them first. "You're not the old lady who owns this shop." with a low deep voice, you were stunned to see a tall figure in front of you, wearing white fitted polo enough to see every curve and muscle this guys had to offer and a black slightly fitted slacks and a pair of black shoes to pair the outfit up. "My grandmother is in the hospital and I was asked to run this place starting today! So Mr. Hot Man, I MEAN! Mr. Scary Hot Man! What can I get you?" slamming both of your hands on the counter top, and giving yourself a little kick on the other leg you had, you feel your ears and the back of your neck turning red from embarrassment.

(Oh! Please kill me now!!!) you were dying inside while holding up a grin in front of the scary looking guy. "I'd like to have some white roses turned to a bouquet and a nice presentation would be nice." he said in a low tone and sat in the waiting area beside the counter area where you were standing, staring at nothing. You were completely frozen, taken back from the request and demand of the man. (SIR! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO! AT LEAST GIVE ME A BREAK! A simple one might be good for me but a bouquet?...this guy...) screaming internally you wished to be swallowed whole by the floors you were stepping on. The man didn't move an inch from his seat, not even paying attention to what you were doing in the counter, those eyes of him seemed somewhat sad and empty you thought. "So, Sir, these flowers...I bet you are giving them to someone who's special to you...!" he stood as if frozen into place, he only looked at you and shrugged, "I bought these because I wanted to let go of that person.

This is a farewell gift." he shrugs and gives a sad grin, though his eyes look as if it was going to burst any seconds now. "It was nice to see you again, I hope that we never crossed paths ever again." he utters those words under his breath with you not hearing those words clearly. After he buys and pays for the bouquet he leaves, like the breeze this summer, it comes and goes as it pleases.

a/n ; I think I'll be having angst stuff to put out for today lmao, enjoy the sad corn.

taglist ; @sammushy @jasugoi @ryuuudesuwa @gcj-doesart

content/s ; part one | part two

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twistedtummies2 · 6 months

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Top 15 Skeleton Characters

Happy Dia de los Muertos, everybody! Anybody who knows about the Day of the Dead knows it is really a celebration of life…and they also know that a major part of this holiday’s iconography is the imagery of skeletons and skulls. The human skeleton, in fact, is quite the ubiquitous visual: skeletons unsettle many people, on a fundamental level. Everybody has one, but if you’re actually SEEING one, that’s not a good sign: bones are the last vestiges of something long dead, and so there is always this automatic gut reaction of perturbation that comes with them. Of course, there’s also a recognition that life was present, which can, in its own odd way, be heartwarming. Skeleton characters - or even characters who are simply skulls or have skull faces - are thus a major part of many fictional worlds. They can be used to mock death, or celebrate life, or they can be used to represent fear and destruction. Regardless, they are always interesting to see, as commonplace as some may claim them to be. So, I decided, if today is a day about celebrating life through the imagery of death, it was only fitting to do something to celebrate the many characters who, effectively, do the same thing, one way or another. Now, I’m only going to be counting ACTUAL skeletal characters here, so to speak; characters like the Phantom of the Opera, Red Skull from Marvel, or Skull Face from “Metal Gear Solid V,” will not count. They evoke the imagery of a skull, but they’re really just deformed human beings, not actual collections of living bones. Also, I won’t be counting gatherings of skeletons (with one exception), such as the various skeleton-themed enemies you’ll find in video games, or the famous Harryhausen skeletons from “Jason and the Argonauts.” They aren’t really “characters” so much as “creatures,” so I don’t think they fit the bill. With that said, let’s waste no more time! Here are my Top 15 Skeleton Characters!

15. Skelly, from I Spy: Spooky Mansion.

Here’s a more obscure option to start things off. How many of you had I Spy books or played the I Spy PC games when you were younger? I know I did. This picture-puzzle series could be surprisingly challenging, and I was always fascinated by the way they organized the photos in the books, not to mention the animation in the PC titles. “Spooky Mansion” was always my favorite game and book, mostly because…well…I like Spooky Mansions! (Even did a list about them, go and take a look at that, tis the season.) Skelly was essentially our Tour Guide for the game: a mischievous but not malicious skeleton who loved to play games with people and spook them silly. She traps us inside her haunted house and challenges us to find various pieces of a puzzle in order to escape; none of this is done with evil intent, she simply wants to play! I always found Skelly a wonderful mix of creepy and sweet, almost like an Addams Family character; that’s always a great blend.

14. Skeleton King, from Super Robot Monkey Team Hyper Force GO!

Imagine Skeletor on a REALLY bad day. That would basically be this monstrosity in a nutshell. The main antagonist of this (incredibly weirdly named) superhero series, the Skeleton King was once a good-hearted scientist, who wished to help the world; it was he who created the titular Monkey Team. However, things changed when the man began to study the dark forces of the Netherworld; assured in his safety from them, he later paid the price of his hubris, as the dark spirits were released, and ending up possessing and corrupting the scientist, body and soul. He thus became the Skeleton King: a cyborganic ghoul who plots to destroy the entire universe. The King was a deliciously creepy villain, and much of his menace can be owed to his voice actor: none other than the Joker himself, Mark Hamill. Honestly, if that name alone doesn’t interest you in this character right away from the start, there’s not much more I can say that will convince you to give him a look.

13. Sir Daniel Fortesque, from MediEvil.

Sir Daniel is a tragically comic case: for ages after his death, this knight was hailed as a hero, believed to have been a mythical and powerful figure who died nobly for a righteous cause. In truth, he was a bungling coward who was killed in the very first seconds of battle, and never really did anything grand at all; somewhere along the line, the facts of his life got all twisted up. When the evil he once fought (or, at least, wanted to fight) rears its ugly head again many years later, Sir Daniel Fortesque is brought back from the grave to do battle once more...but, of course, not being a hero at all, he now has to prove himself. “MediEvil” becomes a typical quest of an unlikely hero; someone trying to live up to the reputation he garnered over time, trying to earn respect from those who know the truth. It’s a classic kind of setup, only enhanced by the unique, Tim-Burton-esque visual styling of the game…not to mention Sir Daniel’s absolutely hilarious running cycle. I guess he went to the Ministry of Silly Walks before his demise.

12. Bob, from The Dresden Files.

So far, I’ve only finished the first six books of “The Dresden Files,” but it’s already a favorite series of mine. (Also, if you’re only familiar with the TV series…that doesn’t count here, since their version of Bob is rather different.) The series details the many adventures of “consulting wizard,” Harry Dresden, and blends elements of noir-style detective mystery storytelling with doses of dark fantasy and Gothic horror. One of my favorite characters is undeniably Bob: an eccentric ghost who inhabits a skull in Harry’s home. Bob is intended to be a sort of living encyclopedia for Harry to consult when on a case; he has been around for centuries, and helped many wizards in his time, making him an extremely valuable source of information. However, Bob is also…well…freaking hilarious. He’s always got his mind in the gutter, and he’s always filled with snark and a ready-to-whip-out insult or quip, leading to some pretty funny dialogue any time he’s featured. Generally, whenever Harry consults Bob, that’s when things are about to get truly serious…but it’s hard to remember that past all the pure, glorious silliness he provides. The only reason Bob doesn’t rank higher is that he is literally JUST a skull, and on top of that, the skull probably isn’t even his own: it’s just his way of communicating with Dresden in the world of the living, sort of like a crystal ball or other conduit of knowledge. Still, I feel he counts enough.

11. Captain Bones, from Crashbox.

Made for HBO, this series was one of my favorite shows EVER when I was a kid. “Crashbox” was a show that really went outside the box with how an educational program could also be entertaining! It used various styles of animation in numerous scenarios and skits to showcase all kinds of different skills. Basic stuff like math, history, sciences, social studies, and so on were featured, but you’d also have things that challenged your critical thinking or problem solving skills, with puzzles and riddles that weren’t necessarily things you’d be taught at school, but were still important things to learn. It was all done with this irreverent tone; the series was utterly bonkers, so it was always a joy to watch even as it taught you all the skills it tried to push. Captain Bones was one of the most frequent skits in the series, and also one of my favorites. “The Incredibly Dead Captain Bones” was a skeletal ghost pirate cursed to Sail the Seven Seas for an eternity. “And I’ll tell ya,” the Captain would sigh, “I’m a Bored Stiff.” (Har Har.) To keep himself from dying of boredom (…presumably a second time…), the old pirate would use his own bones to create math and picture puzzles, which the viewer would be challenged to try and figure out before he showed them the answer. What made Captain Bones hilarious…were his insults. This guy was the KING of Insult Comedy, able to come up with all kinds of incredible, colorful phrases without ever getting dirty or lewd, given the fact this WAS made for kids. If you don’t agree…“THEN YER NOT FIT TO WALK THE DECK OF ME GHOST SHIP, ye crustacean-sucking, knock-kneed, squid-faced, plank-walking sack of soiled, sea-salted, unwashed fish buckets of barnacles for brains!”

10. Lord Ainz, from Overlord.

I haven’t seen a whole lot of “Overlord” yet, which is the primary reason Ainz only BARELY crosses the threshold into the Top 10. Trust me, if I’d seen more, he’d probably be WAY higher. “Overlord” is a classic Isekai anime series: the plot focus on a young man who ends up zapped into a video game world, which he had once been a player of. He finds that he has been transformed into the character he created: a hyper-powerful dark skeleton warlord, known as Ainz Ooal Gown (or “Lord Ainz” for short). The interesting thing about this isekai is the way Ainz is played, and how he evolves over the course of the series; as time goes on, he loses more and more of his humanity, as his personality, morality, and ethical viewpoints start to merge and become less like his own back on Earth, and more like those of the character he created. This leads to a lot of gray area in the morality of Ainz, as he seeks to conquer the world - the typical goal of many a great dark lord - but has surprisingly understandable motivations for doing so. From what I’ve seen so far, the series is quite interesting, and Ainz is an equally interesting character…but I’ve only scratched the surface of this show, so I don’t think it’s fair to give him TOO high a rank JUST yet. But still, Top 10 ain't bad, right?

9. Bonejangles, from Corpse Bride.

There’s really not a whole lot to say about this guy, I just really love him. Though a fairly small part on the whole, Bonejangles is arguably one of the most recognizable characters in the Tim Burton animated picture “Corpse Bride.” A hollow skeleton with a single eyeball, which he rolls back and forth between his sockets, this limber, jazzy fellow appears to be pretty close to the titular character, Emily - the ghost of a bride-to-be who died mysteriously. It is he who tells the story of the Corpse Bride to our protagonist, Victor Van Dort, via the song “Remains of the Day,” easily the best song in the film’s soundtrack. While his time onscreen is small, he makes an immediate impression, and Danny Elfman’s gravelly, raspy vocals only add to the clattering, rambunctious skeleton’s fun personality. In short, Bonejangles is proof that big characters can come in small packages.

8. The Horned King, from The Black Cauldron.

This movie was HATED when it came out - notoriously, “The Black Cauldron” lost to the CARE BEARS when it premiered. (I wish I was joking about that.) However, over time, the movie has garnered something of a cult following, mostly for its dark and often rather brutal atmosphere (which is still rather pale compared to the Lloyd Alexander novels the film is loosely based upon). One thing almost everybody loves about the film is the villain: the lich-like Horned King, voiced impeccably by John Hurt. A cross between the character of the same name from the first book, “The Book of Three,” and the evil Lord Arawn, the main antagonist of the series, Disney’s incarnation of the character is easily one of the most mysterious and frightening of their animated baddies. Essentially a living corpse (who has horns growing out of his head, for some reason), the Horned King is a powerful sorcerer who wishes to destroy all of mankind. (Why? Probably because he’s tired of everyone around him having noses.) To this end, he and his goblin-like assistant, Creeper, seek out Hen-Wen, a pig who somehow has gained oracular abilities, allowing her to find the hiding place of the titular Black Cauldron. The Cauldron is an ancient piece of crockery possessed by the spirit of a long-dead king, which can create an army of living dead brutes, “The Cauldron Born.” In the end, the King is thwarted by Taran, a young farm boy who has been thrust into a quest to stop him, and is sucked into the Cauldron itself. In arguably the goriest death scene in a Disney movie, the King is stripped of his soul, and his FLESH (what little he has), as his life force is sucked into the Cauldron’s hellish depths, before EXPLODING in a flash of light and dust. A fittingly gruesome end for this bony fiend.

7. Arc, from Skeleton Knight in Another World.

Much like Overlord, this is another fantasy isekai anime series, in which the main character is transformed into a character they played in a video game. And, just like then, said main character is an extremely powerful skelly-dude. HOWEVER, that’s about where the similarities between this show and “Overlord” stop. In “Skeleton Knight in Another World,” Arc is not a villain who plays the hero of his own story…but instead just a hero, period. In fact, a big part of the series is that he worries about people seeing his true bone face, as he knows the sight of a giant living skeleton will probably be seen as a bad sign by many. Arc is a wonderfully fun protagonist: like many characters in this sort of scenario, he is equal parts bold and admirably strong…and sort of a total dork. The human life he left behind clashes constantly with the uber-heroic facade he tries to put on (complete with a bold and daring laugh, which is absolutely glorious), leading to a great deal of humor. While Ainz is probably the more popular character between these two, I’ve actually finished all of “Skeleton Knight” (at least with what’s available thus far), and I generally prefer Arc a little bit more, based on what I’ve seen. Therefore, he gets higher marks on the list. Also, on a side note…the theme song to this show is absolutely freaking GLORIOUS, seriously, go take a listen to it.

6. Basically the Entire Cast of “Coco.”

This is the exception to the "no groups of characters" rule I made. I know it’s cheating to include a whole bunch of skeletons, instead of just one, but I felt that, in this case, it was warranted. It’s fitting I’m posting this on the Day of the Dead, because that’s what this film is actually inspired by and based around. This Pixar movie tells the story of a young boy named Miguel, who loves music. However, due to personal tragedy, his family has banned any member from being a musician. Believing his great-grandfather to be a legendary musician, Miguel goes on a quest to rekindle the love of music in his family…and, in the process, ends up in the Land of the Dead, which is populated by a whole world of Dia de los Muertos-inspired skeletons. Ranging from friendly sorts, like the eccentric Hector, and multiple late members of Miguel’s family, to the more villainous Ernesto de la Cruz, choosing just one character to represent an entire film of colorful, whimsical bunches of bones seemed next to impossible. So, yeah, I’m just counting the entire movie here. My list, my choice. So sue me. :P

5. Ghost Rider, from Marvel.

A prominent anti-hero of the Marvel universe, the Ghost Rider has gone through many incarnations. One early interpretation, later re-named the Phantom Rider (big difference, I know), isn’t a skeleton at all, nor a supernatural entity of any kind. Instead, the first Ghost Rider was a Wild Western hero and horseman, who used his ghostly costume and magic tricks to frighten his enemies - think of a cross between the Lone Ranger and Batman. Later interpretations, however, took a different path. The most famous Ghost Rider is Johnny Blaze: a stunt daredevil who was tutored largely by his adoptive father, Crash Simpson. (Good lord, these names sound like video game characters from Nintendo…) When Crash developed an inoperable cancer, a grief-stricken Johnny made a deal with the Devil himself to try and save him. Needless to say, it didn’t go so well. Now, Blaze - and others who would share his curse - must roam the land hunting down evildoers, fighting both mortal and supernatural villainy in an endless quest to avenge the innocent. The Ghost Riders all share common visual elements: fiery skeletal bodies, leather clothes, chain-based weapons, and of course, AWESOME motorcycles to ride upon. Their power over the fires of Hell itself are their primary weapons, however, with a variety of different attacks and powers available to Blaze and his later compatriots in the war to seek out the evil and punish them for their sins...hopefully while avoiding ending up in terrible Nicolas Cage outings. No promises on that one.

4. Sans & Papyrus, from Undertale.

Oh, God, I LOVE Undertale. And more than that, perhaps, I LOOOOVE Sans and Papyrus! The Skeleton Brothers are easily my favorite characters in the game, and the most identifiable for me, in many ways. Sans is, in some ways, Undertale’s equivalent to the Doctor from “Doctor Who”: he is a comedic, laid-back, somewhat eccentric character who uses his unassuming appearance and “dopey” personality as a facade. As many a player quickly learns, Sans is far more powerful, far more DANGEROUS than he looks or seems, able to go from cracking a terrible pun to threatening you with painful death in a split second. If you get on his bad side, “you’re gonna have a bad time.” His brother, Papyrus, on the other hand, is sort of the reverse: at first glance, Papyrus seems like your typical “over-the-top villain.” His signature laugh, twisted design, and sense of self-importance all make him about as fiendish as can be...all he’s missing is a top hat or a moustache to twirl! But it quickly becomes clear that Papyrus is neither as evil, nor as clever, as he likes to seem: in reality, he’s really a rather harmless sort of bony fellow, and would much rather befriend you than murder you with his incredibly elaborate, Wile-E.-Coyote-esque death traps. (Much like with Wile E., the traps never work the way they should.) Dealing with these brothers is a BIG part of figuring out the events of Undertale, and the path your adventure will take in the game. Whether you love them as much as I do or not, I advise you to decide wisely.

3. Skeletor, from He-Man and the Masters of the Universe.

There have been several different takes on Eternia’s greatest villain over the years (my favorite will always be the original, but I do like many, if not all, of the other interpretations out there). No matter which one you look at, Skeletor is a very fun villain, and is easily one of the most iconic skull-faced scoundrels out there. A dark wizard who longs to take over Castle Grayskull, and learn all its secrets for his own evil ends, Skeletor’s evil ranges from cartoonish to truly cruel, depending on which version you look at, but there’s always a wonderful blend of both creepiness and genuine menace that accompanies him. It’s hard to not make references to this guy when looking at other bony characters, and he’s given rise to more memes than you can shake a sorcerer’s scepter at. Really, what more can I say? It’s Skeletor: by virtue of his recognition alone, he’s more than earned a spot in the Top Three.

2. The Grim Reaper.

Arguably the single most iconic skeletal figure in history, the Grim Reaper - the embodiment of death itself - could really take up an entire list of his own. (And he probably will, one day.) There are so many versions of the Reaper out there, it’s kind of amazing: when people imagine what death’s avatar looks like, it’s likely that the typical imagery of a skeletal figure, garbed in a dark cloak and carrying a scythe, is the first thing they will imagine. Sometimes the Reaper is depicted as a humorous and comical figure, such as the version found in “The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy.” On many occasions he is depicted as an evil monster, such as the version of Death found in the “Castlevania” franchise. Other times, he is something of a neutral force, as death is neither truly good nor evil when you think about it; probably my favorite example of this is the one found in Terry Pratchett’s “Discworld” universe. Bottom line, I think the fact that skeletons so often represent death, to the point where the very embodiment of the Angel of Death is depicted AS a skeleton, speaks for itself as to why this ranks so highly. Honestly, I was tempted to make this choice number one, but I decided against it for several reasons. Still, iconic as the concept of the Grim Reaper is, the character - in pretty much all his forms - has more than earned high praise here.

1. Jack Skellington, from The Nightmare Before Christmas.

“Nightmare” is one of my favorite films of all time, if not my absolute favorite. It’s not a complex movie, really, but its simplicity is part of what makes it so wonderful! Jack is, by extension, one of my favorite characters of all time: hailed as “The Pumpkin King With the Skeleton Grin,” this dapper, noble, gentlemanly bonehead is the ruler of Halloween Town, a world of ghosts, goblins, and ghouls (oh, my!) whose only job is to make Halloween as frightening as possible. But, despite his undead state, and wicked sense of humor, there is no malice in Jack’s mischief; he just sees it as a job. A job he’s apparently very, VERY good at, from the few examples the film and other spin-offs give us. Jack’s really a very good sort; charming and debonair, but also rather naive. A cockeyed optimist in his own way, and a bit of a prima donna, Jack’s over-the-top antics and spirit of adventure are what often get him into trouble; he has a problem with thinking things through. However, when things go wrong, Jack is ready for action, and quick to take responsibility, take charge, and take chances. His heart is in the right place at all times, even if his brain doesn’t always get there right away. Mixing intelligence and charisma with a childlike simplicty - much like the movie he hails from, in fact - Jack Skellington is an endearing and interesting character who deserves every bit of love he gets from myself and the world over. He’s just as iconic as the Grim Reaper, Skeletor, and others on this list, if not more so! And for all these reasons and more, I happily (albeit pointlessly) name Jack Skellington my Favorite Skeletal Character!

HONORABLE MENTIONS INCLUDE…

Captain Barbossa, from Pirates of the Caribbean. (He really only counts for the first film, which is why I didn’t include him on the main list.)

The Speaking Skull, from The Last Unicorn.

Manolo Sanchez, from The Book of Life.

Spinal, from Killer Instinct.

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-Murdoc x GN!Reader

Done for anony (I'm sorry this took so fucking long🙏🏾)

Previously on:: "I cannot write a British accent to save my life and that's gonna be a problem since I have a Hobie fic in the works. "

The request was simple, but I went overboard and delayed this by so much (again Sorry) that it hurts 💀

at least I got'er done and I'd like to thank my girlie @candy12110 for helping me a bit I love you bitchhhhh!

Rating:: 18+ // Explicit

Fandom:: Gorillaz

Themes/Kinks:: Car sex . Revenge Sex(???)

They had been on tour for about a month now, and if Murdoc was being fully honest, it was boring. Not that there weren’t any fun moments, seeing your fans scream and shriek was always a delight. Getting drunk backstage with groupies, wasn’t bad either. The problem was he wasn’t getting laid. Even the birds he brought backstage weren’t putting out. It felt like he was losing his touch, until one very faithful night.

He was knocked out in his green room. Booze, pills, and half-eaten food littered the floor. His sleep was interrupted by the sound of glass falling and shattering. Despite being awake he barely made an effort to get up, and when the old man eventually sat up, he wasn’t at all surprised by the scene in front of him. The small window in the room was wide open and right below it was you, mumbling curses under your breath.

Murdoc wished this was his first time experiencing this, but it wasn’t. He’d seen this exact scene over and over, tho usually by now, there would be a bodyguard or some other staff busting up your face til it bled. But He didn’t mind it, gave him the chance to get a good look at you.

“I-I’m-m So-so sorry!”You stuttered out an apology as you stood there, jittering slightly.

He got up and slowly walked over to you, eyes still covered in craters.

Despite him being short for his age, he did tower over you. He looked down to see a strange mix of fear and excitement plastered on your face. Which he actually found kind of cute.

He kneeled down grabbing a piece of the broken glass, chuckling as he stared at it.

“This was my dad’s old scotch bottle,”

He spoke in a weirdly calm voice and glanced up at you.

The excitement you had was replaced with worry, and he was loving every bit of it.

Murdoc gently grabbed the most intact piece off of the floor, and as soon as he got back up, he threw it at you. You flinched a bit as the glass sped past and hit the wall next to you.

“Good thing I nevah’ liked the bastard!”

He shouted, returning to his normal tone of voice.

He looked back at you, your mouth was slightly agape, eyes wide, and you looked more confused than ever.

“You know it’s rude not to knock.”

He said smirking, as he kicked the rest of the broken bottle to the side.

You stared at him, looking like a puppy that had just lost its mother.

“...I-I-” You began to stammer before he finally cut in.

“Use your words, love.”

“I-I just really wanted to meet you.” You stood there fidgeting with your t-shirt.

“Well, congrats,” He walked up to you, putting his hand on your shoulder. You started to quiver a bit under his touch.

“You did it ya crazy bird!”

He congratulated, before going to sit back on the couch

For a moment you just…stood there, still quivering and shaking, not saying a single word.

“So…did ya’ just break in for a free meet and greet or,”

He spread his legs a bit showing off the beer gut he’d developed, pants unbuttoned showing the hem of his boxers.

“Did ya come for something else?”

“U-Uh well I, fu-Fuck, I actually d-did have something else I…god-d”

You continued to stammer on until he yelled out.

“Out with it, already!”

You jumped back a bit before finally blurting out what you wanted.

“I wanna have sex with you!”

Murdoc almost busted out laughing at how direct they were but managed to compose himself.

“Well, all ya had to do is ask-”

“Not here.” You interrupted

“Okay then, where?”

He tilted his head, in a bit of confusion.

“There’s a car park not far from here, we can do it there.”

You began to turn back trying to climb back out the window when you felt a sharp nail tap your backside. You turned around to see the green man pointing towards the dressing room entrance.

“We could jus’ use the door ya know?”

He said looking up at you with a mix of concern and held back laughter.

You responded with a simple “oh”, before hopping back down, and apologizing.

He chuckled, grabbing a coat off the costume rack, and guiding you out the room.

He guided you the rest of the way until you were both out on stage. To both your relief none of the crew seemed to notice you escape. After that, it was less than a few blocks before you were outside a parking garage connected to an office building. You grabbed his hand running by rows and rows of cars, before stopping at a black one. You went up to the car lock digging in your pocket for a bit, pulling out a hair clip. You inserted it into the keyhole and jiggled it around a bit, but you couldn’t get it open. You looked back to see Murdoc raising an eyebrow, not out of worry, but rather judgment. The type of look a pro-football coach would have after seeing their star player fall on their ass.

“Gimme that!”

He snatched the clip from you and began wiggling it in the lock, after a few seconds you heard the click of the car door opening.

He pulled the door all the way open, gesturing for you to get in first.

You hopped in and crawled into the backseat, and the older man followed.

You were quick to go in and kiss him. He barely flinched at your sudden movement, in fact, he kissed back violently. His tongue slithered deep into your throat and he was surprised by your lack of gag reflex.

After a minute of swapping spit, you broke the kiss, moving your hands down towards his crotch. Your hands fumbling with the zipper of his pants.

“So…” He began to speak, as he put his hands over yours helping with the zipper.

“Ya gonna tell me whose car this is, or is the mystery of it what gets ya off?”

After he asked, you finally managed to get the zipper down and pull off his boxers.

"It's an ex's."

You responded bluntly as you pulled down your own pants.

You pulled him closer to you and he started to line himself up with your entrance.

"He cheated on me, so I thought I'd give him the ultimate f-fuck-!" Your explanation was interrupted by a feeling of being filled. You felt yourself being stretched out, in ways you've never felt before

You let out a symphony of moans and whimpers.

Murdoc gave you a condescending smile.

"Aww, is this ya first time?"

He asked, not even giving you a moment to answer before starting to steadily thrust in and out of you.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure it's unforgettable!"

With that, his thrusts went from slow and steady to hard and violent.

Your mind was going blank. So much was going on in your head but sweet satan did his dick made you wanna just forget.

Forget the fact that your ex dumped you over text.

Forget that he flaked on you every time you agreed to go out to fuck some hussy.

Forget that you’ll probably get arrested if you get caught like this.

It was all worth it to be getting your guts rearranged like this, even if it meant getting every possible venereal disease.

A few cars drove by, some sped off without a glance, and others seemed to slow down to get a better view. You lowered yourself further until your face practically melded with the seats, before feeling a hand tangle in your hair and rip you up from your hiding place.

"What's all this about, eh? I thought ya wanted your ex to know about ya gettin’ railed in ‘is car. Can't find out if you hide that pretty face of yours."

"But-ut I-I-,"

"It's alright love, I'll help ya out.” He pulled you up further till your face was clearly visible from the back window. "Make a pretty face for all the nice people. Maybe one of them will send ‘im a picture."

You moaned at the thought of your ex receiving a picture of you defiling his precious car and becoming the joke of the year when all his little buddies recognized you. Sad to say it turned you on more than your entire relationship ever did.

"I can't say he'll regret dumping you but he'll definitely regret ever meetin’ you,"

With one last thrust, you felt a stream of cum pump into you. At this point, you weren’t even moaning you were just howling. Eventually, you came down from your sexual high and noticed he was starting to pull out.

“Ya know…He doesn’t get off for another 10 minutes or so…”

You said slowly pushing yourself back down onto his cock.

“You up for another round?”

Without a hint of hesitation, he began thrusting into you. He laughed before turning you around and folding your legs up to drill into you.

"Would never say no to such a sweet request. How much do you think we can ruin his seats before he comes?"

#fanfic #mine #fanfiction #fic #murdoc x reader #murdoc niccals #request

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just-a-bit-of-a-nerd · 2 years

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I’ll always save you

Author’s note: Requested by @ayatoshrimp: 55 & 65 Steven Grant I tried to make this about Steven as much as I could but I had to add Marc and Jake in there.

Steven Grant x reader (Some Marc Spector x reader and Jake Lockley x reader)

55.a friend hurts your feelings

65.TW...they save you from an abusive person in your life

Warnings: mild cursing, abusive ex, and a bit of violence. (If I missed anything pls tell me)

Steven knew something was wrong with you as soon as you walked through the door. You work at the gift shop with Steven as a tour guide. You two quickly became close friends after sharing your love for the history of ancient Egypt. You were the first person to listen to Steven go on and on about random myths and legends, and that enough was all Steven needed to fall head over heels for you.

And Steven wasn’t the only one who deeply loved you, Marc and Jake both had feels for you as strong as his. Jake loved your humor, especially your dark humor. He was certain that you could make him smile no matter the situation. Marc loved how stubborn you were, how you’d do anything to get a point across, or how you’d always stand up for what you believed in. They all loved your kindness. How selfless you were, always putting yourself last, thinking of others. They all thought that you were meant to be theirs. But there was one issue, you weren’t. You were Shawn’s.

Shawn, boyfriend of one whole year. You belonged to him, that fact alone made all three of them hate his guts. Jake hates him just for that reason, it’s enough for him to consider the outcomes if he were to threaten him to stay away from you. Steven tried so hard not to hate him. He kept telling himself that he only dislikes him because he’s your boyfriend. Marc though. Marc had a bad feeling about him. Like he was hiding something, like he was making you hide something. Needless to say, they all wished he’d go die in a hole or something.

That’s why as soon as you walked through the door and Steven saw the look on your face Marc and Jake immediately blamed him. But when Steven asked you, all you said was you couldn’t sleep last night.

“Something’s wrong, she’s lying you can tell,” Jake spoke up from Steven’s mind.

“Jake’s right,” Marc then added, “look at her, she’s wearing a jacket and it’s 93 degrees out. There’s something she doesn’t want us to see.”

“We don’t know that stop assuming,” Steven argued. But he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t worried. He also had a hunch that you were hiding something. Not only that but something important, something that he needed to know. But he didn’t know what and he didn’t want to pry. “If something was really wrong with her then she’d tell us,” Steven tried to calm the two down.

“She’s scared stupid,” Jake argued with a harsh tone, “she’s not gonna tell us shit because someone told her not to.”

“She is scared Steven, you can see it in her every move,” Marc added, “she looks so shaken, like the world will explode any minute now, like she’s waiting for it to happen.”

Steven wanted to argue but he knew they were right. You looked terrified. “Well what would you like me to do about it?” Steven whisper yelled in a harsh tone, “if she won’t tell me how am I supposed to make anything better?”

“We need to let her know that it’s safe to tell us, that we’ll protect her,” Marc stated in a calm tone.

“And we will protect her,” Jake said, keeping that stern tone of voice.

“Yes well obviously,” Steven said as he watched you walk over.

“You ready for lunch?” you asked. You tried to make it sound like everything was fine but the three of them knew that you weren’t a good liar.

“Yep ready when you are,” Steven replied in a sweet tone. You two grabbed your lunches and went off to the break room.

“Ask her about the jacket, that’s a good way to start this off, yea?” Jake asked. He was new to the whole love thing so he didn’t really know how to go about anything.

“Yea Steven ask her about the jacket, then lean into the actual questions,” Marc agreed.

Steven sighed. He didn’t like the fact that he was trying to get you to talk about something you really didn’t want to talk about. But he also didn’t like the fact that something is scaring you so much that you won’t even tell him. You two told everything to each other, and he wants to keep it that way. No secrets, that’s how he likes it.

You two sat and ate lunch making small talk. He was trying toy gather the courage to ask you what he needed to but he was still scared.

“Oh my god we’ve been here forever,” Jake complained, “if you don’t ask her in the next 5 minutes I’ll take control and do it myself.”

“Jake’s right Steven,” Marc agreed, “ask her now or one of us will”

Steven sighed once more, it was now or never. “Y/n, why are you wearing that jacket? It’s really hot outside today and you’ve been wearing it since you got here,” he asked. He tried not to sound desperate but he was.

“Oh yea the jacket,” you paused. Steven’s concern only grew. Were you going to keep lying to him? “It’s new and it went with what I was wearing so I thought what the heck.” You lied. Steven knew it was a lie, Jake knew it was a lie, and Marc definitely knew it was a lie. So Steven kept pushing before Marc or Jake could complain.

“Darling, you told me yourself that you don’t care about fashion, I know your lying, I know your not okay. Please just tell me what’s going on. I’ll do anything to help,” Steven begged.

You frowned, “Steven there’s nothing you can do, no point in worrying you over something you can’t change,” you tried to get him to drop the subject but he wasn’t gonna have that.

“Y/n please don’t just lie to me,” Steven begged once more, “even if I can’t do anything don’t lie.”

“Steven please just drop it,” it was your turn to beg. Steven could see the tears forming in your eyes and that broke his heart.

That’s when he got up and walked over to you. He held his and out for you to grab and you took it. He gently tugged you out of your seat so you could stand in front of him, once you were, he pulled you into a tight hug and that’s when you lost it. He could hear your muffled sobs and it broke him, Marc, and Jake to see that someone was causing you so much pain. Jake was already planing out a murder, thinking of the best ways to make this person suffer. You stayed like that until he heard you voice.

“He said I was useless,” you finally spoke in a soft tone.

“What?” Steven asked. He heard what you said but he wasn’t believing it.

“He said I was useless,” you repeated, your head still tucked in his chest, “he said I was good for nothing, he called me a failure and said I was better off dead,” you finished.

Steven still couldn’t believe it. Who would say such a thing to you? “Who?” he asked pulling you away so he could look at you while you held his shoulders.

“Shawn,” you answered, voice breaking as soon as his name left your mouth.

Shawn. That mother fucker.

“He did this to me,” you continued, as you took off your jacket. All over your arms were bruises and marks, “there’s more” you said softly, so soft Steven could barley hear, but he did.

“Give me the body,” Marc and Jake said that the same time. Steven just shook his head and put all his attention on you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, trying to keep his cool himself.

You chuckled without humor, “He said if I told anyone he’d kill me, I wanted to tell you but I couldn’t,” you told him more tears running down your face as you spoke.

Steven pulled you into another hug. He wanted more than anything to find this son of a bitch and kill him himself. He would if you weren’t here. You needed him, you were scared. And he was going to protect you no matter what.

At that moment Donna walked into the room, “What are you two do-,” she stopped when she saw what was happening and her angry look turned into one of concern, “what’s wrong?” she asked.

Steven let go of you but kept one arm around you while he walked to Donna, he wasn’t ever gonna let go. “Donna I need you to call the police, Y/n’s life has been threatened by her boyfriend Shawn,” Steven quickly informed her.

“Oh okay um yes right away,” Donna stuttered as she pulled her phone out to type in the number.

“And make sure Shawn stays out of the museum please,” you asked. Your voice sounded tired and broken as you spoke.

“Yes of course,” Donna said as she walked to the door. “Stevie stay in here with her,” she ordered before she left.

Steven didn’t need the direction. He was going to stay with you until he died.

You pulled Steven into another hug and he gladly returned it. You laid your cheek on his chest and he rested his head on top of yours. “Thank you Steven, for everything,” you spoke after a few moments of quite.

“Anything for you love,” he said back, “I want you to know that I’m always here, no matter what please never be afraid to tell me anything,” he assured you.

You closed your eyes, “I love you Steven,” you whispered. It was very quite and Steven actually didn’t think he heard you correctly.

“What was that love?” he asked. His heart was beating at 1,000 miles per hour.

“I love you Steven, you’re always there for me no matter what. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long now but every time I tried to break up with Shawn he’d threaten to hurt you or me so I couldn’t. But I love you, I love you so so much,” you confessed.

Steven couldn’t believe what he was hearing. At this point he didn’t think anything was real and he was having a really really good dream. But at this point he didn’t care. If it was a dream then he’d enjoy it until he wakes up. Steven didn’t know what to say and after a while he could feel you tense up.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it awkward,” you spoke out quickly, “just forget I said anything please.”

“No no love no,” Steven started, “you didn’t make anything awkward you just surprised me.”

You sighed, “I’m sorry, it’s obviously okay you don’t feel the same, I jus-”

He cut you off then and there, “No no, Y/n I love you. I love you more than you could ever begin to understand, I’ll always keep you safe because I can’t live without you. I love you so so much.”

You then looked up at him with more tears in your eyes, but not the sad kind. You were crying happy tears, “Really?” you asked.

“Really really, and I promise that Shawn will never hurt you again,” Steven promised.

“Thank you,” you said as you leaned back into him.

You two stayed like that for the next hour waiting until they caught Shawn. After a bit a police officer came to talk to you.

“Hello are you Y/n L/n?” one asked and you stepped up to talk to him.

“Yes, did you find him?” you asked with anticipation and hope in your voice.

“I’m sorry ma’am but no,” he started with an apologetic look on his face, “he ran out the fire escape of your building, we’ve been looking for him for the past hour. But don’t worry we’ll find him.”

The only thing that you could see on your face now was worry, “But he knows where I live, I can’t go home until you find him and I don’t have anywhere else to stay,” you explained.

“She can stay with me,” Steven suggested quickly, “if she wants to of course.”

“That may work,” the officer agreed, “does he know where you live?”

“No she’d be perfectly safe staying with me,” Steven told the officer.

‘‘Wait, Steven are you sure,’’ you asked, “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden Y/n,” Steven assured you, “trust me I want you to stay with me, that’s the only way I’ll know your safe.”

“Alright, I’ll stay with you,” you agreed.

“It’s settled then,” the officer spoke, “we’ll let you know we have him as soon as we find him. You’ll be the first to know.”

“Thank you,” you told the officer as he walked out.

Once the police left Donna spoke, “Stevie, the officer said it would be best if you and Y/n take the rest of the week off. You should get her home now.”

“Thank you Donna,” you said with a smile.

“Yes Donna thank you,” Steven thanked soon after.

You and Steven left the museum hand in hand. He kept you close the whole walk home, ready to bring out Mr.Knight if he needed. He took you to his flat and held the door open for you.

“Welcome to my humble home,” Steven started, “that over there is Gus II.”

“The second?” you asked as you walked up to the fish, “was there a Gus I?”

“Well yes,” he answered as he walked up and leaned in front of the fish tank next to you, “but he sadly passed,” he explained.

“Oh I am so sorry for your loss,” you said with a hint of a smile that made Steven chuckle.

“It’s okay, although Gus II will never replace Gus I, you see the original only had one fin,” Steven explained.

“Really?” you asked tilting your head.

“Yea he was my one finned wonder,” Steven joked.

You both laughed and then Steven took you over to the couch passed the book selves.

“Are those restrains for your sleepwalking?” you asked. Of course you knew about the sleep walking, you knew everything about Steven, well almost everything.

“Ah yea, yes those are,” he nodded, “you can take the bed tonight, I probably won’t even sleep tonight.”

“Okay, one that is very unhealthy, and two I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep either. It’s scary knowing he’s out there probably looking for me. It’s only a matter of time before he realizes that I’m with you,” you said in a worried tone as you sat down on his couch.

“Love,” Steven started as he took a seat next to you, “I told you, he’ll never hurt you again.”

“How can you be so sure?” you asked.

“Because I know I can keep you safe,” Steven tried to explain.

“How? I can’t just hide forever, I’m going to have to go home at some point, what if your not with me. Or worse what if he hurts you?” you kept asking questions that Steven was afraid would scare you off if you ever found the answer.

“Tell her Steven,” Marc spoke up, “She needs to know, she needs to know that there’s no reason to worry.”

“I agree,” Jake started “give Marc the body so he can explain.”

Steven sighed he knew they were right, he knew that you needed to know you were safe, he knew that if he wanted you he’d have to share you with Marc and Jake. But he also knew what he was asking of you. And he was scared that it would be to much and you’d run away. But he had to tell you.

“Y/n, you know I love you, and I would never lie to you right?” he asked while he picked up your hand to hold.

“Well I hope so,” you said in a joking manner. But Steven didn’t smile.

“You need to meet someone, and they’re gonna tell you something that’s going to be really hard to believe but you need to know that this person also loves you, because I’m a version of him. And I know that sounds weird but can you please just listen?” Steven tried to explain.

“Umm, okay. But that’s really confusing,” you agreed.

“Yes, yes it is very confusing, so I’ll start. I am Steven Grant, one of two altars that Marc Spector has,” Steven then let Marc take control.

“Hi,” Marc started, he saw the confusion in your eyes when Steven accent disappeared but he kept going, “Like Steven said you must be confused so let me explain. I have a dissociative identity disorder, witch means I have mental health condition, people with dissociative identity disorder have two or more separate personalities. They’re usually used to cope with a number of different things. I created Steven and my other personality Jake Lockley when I was 8 years old,” he paused, waiting for you to say something.

“I,” you paused for a moment, “I’m so sorry Marc, for whatever it was that lead you to have this conduction, I’m so so sorry.”

Here you were apologizing for something you had nothing to do with, that’s why all three of them loved you more than anything in the world.

“It’s not your fault, you had nothing to do with it, but there’s more,” Marc replied.

“Wait, before you keep going,” you stopped him, “is there anyway I can meet Jake?” you asked.

“Jake? You, you want to meet Jake?” Marc asked confused.

“Yea, if I can,” you answered shyly.

“Alright, Jake can explain the rest,” Marc finished and gave Jake the body.

“Gracias amigo,” Jake spoke, again watched the shock in your face when he changed accents again.

“Hola, I’m Jake,” he told you with a soft look in his eyes.

You smirked, you already knew that he spoke Spanish so you were gonna show him what you knew, “Hola Jake, es un placer conocerte,” you answered with a grin.

Jake eyes widened, “you know Spanish?” he asked with a huge grin on his face.

“A bit yea,” you answered smiling just as wide.

Even though he didn’t think it could be possible, he fell even more in love with you, “So I guess you’d like me to finish the story?” he asked and you nodded with excitement. “Alright then lets start at the beginning,” Jake then went on to tell you about how Marc met Konshu and who he is, he explained that an avatar was and told you about the suit until there wasn’t one thing you didn’t know about the three of them.

“Okay so, when Steven told me he’d protect me, he meant that he’d use the suit to keep me safe?” you asked after he explained.

“Yes and he’s not the only one, we all love you more than you could ever know. We’ll do anything to keep you safe, there is no need to worry about anything.” Jake assured you.

“Thank you, and I love that you all love me so much, but I’ll need time to get to know all of you. And although it may sound silly, I love you and Marc like I love Steven. It’ll just take some getting used to.” you explained.

“We understand muñequita, take all the time you need,” Jake assured you, “would you like Steven know?” he asked.

“Yes if it’s not to much trouble,” you answered.

Jake nodded and kissed your hand before he gave the body to Steven, who then rested his forehead to yours, “I’m so happy you understand love,” Steven whispered with his eyes shut. You two sat like that for a little while when you yawned and broke the silence. “Come on love, I’ll give you something to sleep in, it’s late,” Steven said as he walked up to his dresser. He grabbed a t-shirt and some sweat pants of his to give to you to sleep in. He showed you where the bathroom was and waited for you to come out, making the bed for you.

When you walked our h couldn’t help but smile. The way his huge shirt looked more like a short dress on you made him love drunk. “You look amazing love,” he told you witch made you blush.

“Thank you,” you replied shyly. You the walked up to him and pulled him into a hug. Closing your eyes as he pulled you close.

“Alright love lets get you to bed,” he said as he pulled away but you held on.

“Could you lay with me?” you asked looking up at him with the cutest eyes.

“Of course darling,” he answered. He knew he’d never be able to say no to you when you looked at him like that.

He tugged you to bed laying down first the you laid on his chest and held him close. The action made him blush.

“I love you so much Steven Grant,” you said as you snuggled into him.

“I love you more, Y/n L/n,” he answered.

And then he watched you, the love of his life, fall asleep in his arms.

So how’s you like it??? If you want I’ll make a part 2, I already have some ideas.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

#steven grant x reader #steven grant #marc spector x reader #marc spector #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely #marvel #moon knight #moon boys

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I wish you would write a fic where Cal & Pickles babysit Seth's son for a day

this got.... so long....... but i love it. thank you!!!

Australia. Fucking, Australia. They had to gig there again at some point, and Pickles knows any time would be too soon, so might as well rip the band-aid off. The “We Will Get Better” tour is being accepted on a broader scale than imagined. The world is ablaze, or mostly is now, but everyone still wants to preach to the choir. Sing the hymns that Nathan gives them and raise their hands in praise.

“Fuck, Australia got hit bad.” Pickles remarks, staring out of their hotel room window at what is left of Sydney – the place is awful. Calypso clears her throat.

“Uh, actually, because of its location, only the West got hit by the Doomstar… Australia’s one of the few places that didn’t get, like, wrecked completely…”

“Oh… Well… Shit.”

She laughs, until there’s a knock on the door. She barely has it open before the person on the other side barges in, Seth grinning in his sickening way as he sees Pickles first thing. Pickles glares, watching Cal flex her fist before thinking better of it. He saunters in, a small figure behind him.

“Hey brother, you didn’t come by and see me when you landed.” He muses, the fake accent grating on Pickles. Not that he has any pride in where he comes from – but somehow when Seth gets involved, he can be mad about anything. “Gutted but uh – I’ll get over it. Hey, listen, your ain’t playing tonight, huh?”

“No, Cal and I are- we’re tomorrow.” Pickles is thankful for the swapping aspect of the band, if only because he can fiddle with the roster and get some alone time with her.

“Cool, cool, cool, cool, uh hey, this is my son.” Seth steps aside, looking out at the city – his city, as far as he’s concerned. The mayor can go stick a rusty nail up his ass. Anyone who helps run Dethklok, runs the world. Seth knows that now; he knows how to play the game. “Look, I’m kinda busy today. Amber wants to uh, I dunno, go shoppin’. I dunno. But we need to, y’know, bond. Get close again. Can’t do that with this little guy around, right? You get where I’m goin’ with this, brother.” Pickles’ face crumples, “Look, you got a whole, a whole day to yourself. I don’t get any time. With Amber or myself, haha. So do me a favour, huh?”

“Do you a favour,” Pickles is interrupted by Seth shoving a paper bag in his arms, “Seth, look, Cal and I gotta relax before the gig tomorrow, and we probably gotta help ‘em set up,”

“Sounds fun,” Seth is not listening, walking back towards the door – he stops by his son, patting him on the head, and the boy leans back out of his reach, “Alright, you can send him home at uh, 9.”

“Nine?!” Cal snaps, but Seth barely looks at her, walking out backwards and giving Pickles some very lazy finger guns.

“Thanks, brother.”

The door slams shut. Cal and Pickles look at each other, and then down at the red headed boy who is playing with the fringes of the blanket on the bed. He finally looks up at them. Immediately Cal can’t be mad – cause she isn’t gonna be mad at a kid. But Pickles is still tense, and he slams the paper bag down on the desk. “This ain’t fair! He can’t keep doin’ this to me, man! I told you every time I’m near him, he just drives me fucking insane!”

“I know- Pickles,” Cal walks over, trying to quell him before he says something he might regret. Pickles shakes her away.

“No, I can’t keep doin’ this, he sucks! I don’t wanna fuckin’ babysit a kid, I wanna go out for a fuckin’ drink with my girlfriend, and see my friends play their fuckin’ music!”

“PICKLES!” Cal raises her voice over him, angling her head at the nephew. He’s staring at them, still, but with a more resigned expression than she expected. Pickles freezes, staring down at the boy. Red headed, in clothes that don’t quite fit. He’s trying to stay angry, trying to keep it all contained so that he can release it on Seth later. But he’s angry now, and Seth isn’t here now, so what good is that? No doubt he won’t even be around at 9 either.

“Oh.” He deflates, “Uh – sorry. Kid.”

“Ok.”

Pickles feels even worse. He wonders what Seth is like as a parent – how often Amber is on her phone, or if she tries at least… A little. He’s never been interested in being a dad, mostly because he’s older now and it isn’t in the cards for him anymore. He doesn’t know how to interact with this kid. But he doesn’t have to be the kid’s dad – he just has to be… Present. “You wanna watch tv?”

The boy sits on the bed, legs crossed, and eats his little grapes. Cal watches, and peers into the bag for the rest of his lunch; a sandwich, pathetic and squished, with a bite out of it already. That’s it? “This is pathetic.” Cal whispers to Pickles, who glances at the back.

“Seems like a pretty normal lunch to me.”

Cal rolls her eyes, patting Pickles on the arm, “Oh, sug’.” She ignores Pickles’ questioning look, knowing they’ll get into it later. “I’m gonna go get some real food – you’d like that, right? Both of ya?”

“Yeah!”

“O-Okay.” Pickles suddenly follows her to the door, “Wait, can I go too,”

“Hon, no.” she pushes him back into the room, “I won’t be long, alright?”

“You can’t leave me alone wit’ him! What do we talk about?”

“He’s watching tv, he won’t even want to talk.” She leans in and kisses his cheek – and though he looks worried, he leans his head to kiss her cheek back before she retreats. “I won’t be long. Promise.”

And then she closes the door. He turns, and well, true enough: the boy is just staring at the tv, perhaps willing Pickles to disappear into another dimension.

Pickles stares at the tv. A kid’s show – or a babies show, really – with Anthro dogs. The only reason he even recognises it is, he knows the episode: Toki has some of the stuffed animals in his room. “Aren’t you too old for this?”

“Aren’t you too bald for that hair cut?” he snaps back, and Pickles clenches his fist. But he’s a kid. He’s a kid. He’s a kid. And it was so quick, he almost admires it. Suddenly a Lhasa Apso came on screen, with exaggerated snout whiskers. Toki’s voice comes out of it, and then a red Komondor appears on the other side of the titular character. Pickles barely remembers recording those lines.

“You know dat’s me, right?” he points. His nephew looks sceptical, but does seem familiar enough.

He hesitates before replying, as if he might get into trouble, but surely if his dad said it then there must be some truth to it: “My dad says you don’t do anything.”

“Your dad doesn’t know shit.” He doesn’t hold back, tired of sticking up for Seth or saving his ass when it is undeserved. And his nephew doesn’t seem phased by the language or the disparaging comments. “I saved the world, kid.”

“That’s kinda cool.” He mutters, and Pickles almost straightens up. They both sit quiet, and when the episode ends, Pickles offers to show him some real entertainment, changing it to a rock music channel. The boy’s eyes widen as he stares at the guitars and the drums and the music fills the room. He’s enamoured; neither of them speak.

Then Cal comes back with proper food – burgers and fries and chicken nuggets and juice. Both boys’ faces light up and they grin, and Cal looks between them both. It’s like staring at the past and the present. The moment she puts the stuff down on the bed, they rip apart the bags, creating a free for all.

“What happened to your eye?” the boy peers at her, and Cal hesitates. Pickles doesn’t give any helpful indication of what to do. She shrugs, crossing her legs.

“Uhm, I got into a fight. They took it out.”

“Sick.” The boy stares at her, but it isn’t in disgust. She looks back at him, smirking a little.

“You ever get into any fights?”

“Ugh, yeah.” He jabs a fry into the sauce, “Peter keeps shoving me into lockers ‘cause of dad. He sucks.”

“Fuck yeah!” Pickles can’t hold back, and he doesn’t even care about the look Cal gives him. “I’ll drink t’that!”

He holds out his beer, crouching to get to face height. He raises an eyebrow, and Pickles picks up the boy’s wrist and clinks his beer with his juice box, “Why aren’t you fightin’ back?”

“I dunno how.” He mumbles, sipping his apple juice, watching the way Pickles downs his beer. Cal makes a face, shaking her head and finishing the nugget in her hand.

“Nuh-uh, that won’t fly with me.” She stands, gesturing for him to stand too – “I’ll show you some defensive stuff, ‘kay? And then I’ll show you an uppercut. And some other stuff if we have time.”

Pickles watches her, leaning back on the headboard of the bed. He smirks a little, and his nephew seems absolutely ready to learn. She shows him a block, and how to tip someone over his shoulder (he laughs so loudly, so jovially, as Cal picks him up and throws him back onto the bed. Pickles can’t help but laugh too). And then she shows him how to trap someone’s arm, “And if you do it this way, you’ll break it. But uh, y’know. You’ll only use that in self-defence, right?” she stares at him, and he nods slowly, “Ya promise?” she holds out her pinky. She notices he hesitates, before finally interlocking his pinky with hers, and they shake on it. Unable to stay out of the conversation, Pickles offers to show some more backhanded stuff; less flashy, but it got him out of plenty of situations on the streets.

Before they know it, a Klokateer knocks on their door.

“We have been contacted by your brother, my lord. He wants his child back.”

“Oh – uh,” Pickles looks over at his nephew, who is drawing something with Cal, “Really? So soon?”

“It is midnight, my lord.” He pauses, “And a school night.”

“Oh.” Pickles assumes that’s a bad thing. The boy looks up, and Cal notices the way his face changes. He knows it’s time to go home. “Okay, well uh – let’s go, kid.” He waves him over. The boy reluctantly makes his way to the door, and Pickles hesitates. They stare at each other, and Pickles can’t handle the vulnerable, truthful face of a child up close. He kneels down. “Look, uh, come see me play tamarrow, okay? I’ll send Seth tickets, right? VIP. You can watch me and Cal do our thing. And we’re the best.”

They smile at each other. His nephew hands him the paper he was doodling on, before saying bye to them both. At least he was leaving the room with a smile. When he feels Cal stand next to him, he looks down at the paper: a fairly well put together drawing of Pickles playing the drums and his nephew playing a guitar. Or a bass. There’s seven strings, so it’s hard to tell.

“Aw, well.” He takes in a deep breath, “That uh, you know. That was fun. He’s cool, y’know?”

“Wonder where he got that from.” Cal wraps her arms around Pickles waist, chin on his shoulder. He tries to humble himself with a laugh. But he sees it too. She pauses, thinking. “Do you remember his name?”

“. . . Ah shit.”

#mtl oc #pickles x oc #pickles x calypso #calypso #writing prompt #oc x pickles #mtl seth

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MartianBugsBunny Reviews: The Music of Wish

I'v been working on this for the past week or so and I have now seen the movie...eight times I think? Four on one Sunday and four on the next lmao

Let’s get the basics out of the way first! Overall, a lot of these songs were mediocre but probably would’ve been things I’d sing in the shower ad nauseam if it weren’t for one or two really horrible lines. That’s kind of the overall theme of the music from Wish, to be honest. I liked the music/tunes of most of these, though. I also noticed that the lyrics have this weird dichotomy of “let’s rhyme these things even if it doesn’t make sense” and “let’s just not care about the rhymes,” both of which were kind of off-putting to me.

I think the voices they got to sing this stuff were MEGA wasted. Ariana DeBose has the most heavenly voice; her higher register has a gorgeous sound. Chris Pine is better at singing than I would've expected. Both of them are good at those subtle shifts in pitch (I think it's called melisma? but don't quote me on that) that I can and will go nuts over. They deserved better material to work with. Now onto the specifics! I’m gonna rank each song out of ten (totally arbitrary lol) and ramble about why for a while. It's not too long, so if you have a little time on yours hands, read on and enjoy!

Welcome To Rosas 5/10 Not bad. It terms of tune, it has some decent flavor, but the lyrics are pretty forgettable. I think using a song to set up the concepts that they did was a good idea, like the first song in Encanto, but I just don't like it much. I think part of that is the informal tone??? like when Asha says "so like, we have this king" or "I'm totally kidding" or "oh hey, did I mention," that kinda gets on my nerves. and yes, I'm well aware that's a little hypocritical bc The Family Madrigal did some of the same things, but WTR isn't super strong to begin with so I instantly become more annoyed at the little details. Also, Asha's literally being a tour guide for the kingdom and that's not professional imo.

At All Costs …… I’m not scoring this one. I don’t know how to. I’m addicted to the chorus, that’s the first thing I’ll say; I watched Wish four times on the first day I watched it, and that was the first part I started singing along with. The harmonies get into my gut. But honestly, in terms of context, it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. The lyrics sound like they should be directed at a person, not inanimate objects, which takes me out of the moment when I’m watching the movie. Some parts are a little clumsy, but if I’m viewing it as a love song it’s stunning, and DeBose and Pine's voices are heavenly together. I will say that subjectively, it's my favorite song in the soundtrack, I fell for it so hard and fast. <3

This Wish 7/10 In terms of Disney “I Want” songs this is at the bottom of the rankings, let’s be real. I like the sound of it, especially the non-syllabic vocalizations at the end of the chorus, but a lot of the lyrics just do not hit. Now, I will say that I saw a lot of people ragging on “to have something more for us than this,” and that’s actually one of my favorite parts of the song. It captures that feeling of longing for more without knowing exactly what that means or how to phrase it out loud so neatly. On the other hand, I definitely agree with the critiques of “throwing caution to every warning sign,” that’s one of my least favorite lyrics in the whole movie.

You’re A Star 6/10 Oddly, this one was less horrible than I expected. It delivered absolutely nothing, don’t get me wrong. It tried to tackle the idea of people and stars being made out of the same stuff and basically living as different notes in the same symphony and failed spectacularly. The big question “have you ever wondered why you look up at the sky for answers?” was one of my favorite lyrics in the entire soundtrack and there was NO payoff. (Plus, if I mixed up “elegant” and “eloquent” in a multi-million dollar movie I would never be able to look myself in the face again.) The entire second half of the song was pure lyrical garbage. But I like the tune and the animals are pretty cute, and despite being relatively hollow I found myself enjoying this one.

This Is The Thanks I Get 7/10 I’ve already said this but I’m gonna repeat myself: tonally this song was all wrong. 0/10 for that if I’m being perfectly honest. Something more along the lines of Hellfire or Be Prepared would’ve hit a lot harder—more sinister, more in line with the descent-into-madness thing that was occurring in the plot, would’ve improved this section of the soundtrack SO MUCH. With that complaint out of the way, the song we got was fine. Some of the lines were either poorly-written or repetitive, but as a whole I kind of enjoy it and would definitely dance around amateurishly in my room to it. It’s just too silly.

Knowing What We Know Now 1/10 This was my least favorite song in the entire movie. I just hate it. The lyrics are so sloppy.

This Wish (Reprise) 7/10 Honestly I think I liked this part better than the original song. Asha starting by herself and gradually being joined by her friends and the entire city was incredibly moving, and I might go so far as to say that this was the most powerful moment of the movie. I also enjoyed the twists on the original lyrics, particularly “we’re past dipping our toes in, we know it’s do or die, it’s sink or swim.” That part just felt really well done.

#I'm hurling this out into the void now #I'm sure I could think of more to say but this is as much as I have the energy or spare brainpower for rn #wish #disney wish #wish 2023 #disney #disney music #welcome to rosas #at all costs #this wish #you're a star #this is the thanks I get #knowing what we know now #this wish reprise #asha #king magnifico #music #martianbugsbunny reviews

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hi! i have some fun guts tour related questions for youuuu! 💜

what’s your favorite outfit olivia wears on tour? what’s your favorite song on the setlist? which song has your favorite visuals? are you going to tour?

obsessed is my first thought like omg <3 and also favourite crime and love is embarrassing

teenage dream with the baby olivia videos 🫶💗

nooo oh my god i wish SO bad

tysm this was so fun <333

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enemymarkus · 2 years

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The Glade

By: EnemyMarkus

Parings: Gally, newt, thomas, frypan, zart, winston, chuck, minho and others x FEM!reader (Platonic with a capital P) (sister/brother relationship with the boys)

Warnings: fighting, death?, angst, fluff, crying, getting captured by WICKED, terasa being a traitor, almost dying, swearing, minho and (name) being the sassy bestfriends

summary: You were the second girl to come up in the maze. And when the maze runner boys saw your scared face they vowed to protect you, even if that means sacrificing themselves

( you came after terasa)

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I do not give permission for people to steal my work or translate it without my consent!

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GLADE |1|

”THE BOX IS COMING UP” some glader said, everybody went over and waited until it came up. Alby, Newt and gally were in the front to get the greenie out and the supplies. The box came out and there was another girl “another one??” one of the gladers said. I dropped down into the box and started coming near the girl, once in his life he felt a bit guilty. He saw the girl's scared face and tears in her eyes. I never felt like that before, I was thinking about coming at a softer approach because it seemed like you were in a rough state at the moment. “hi there greenie” I said while squatting down, “where am i, who are you, what happened??” the girl said in a very face pace, “calm down greenie, you're in the glade '' I said while stretching My arm out for her to grab.

“Another girl, bloody hell “ newt said while looking down, he saw her scared look and he never saw that on a girl's face before, because terasa was asleep when she came up. He felt sorry that the girl was being approached by gally because he is ruthless with new greenies, even kinda with terasa. The only person who likes terasa here is thomas but he is out in the maze with minho and teresa is in her bed feeling “sick” even though i saw her running with thomas this morning. I felt sympathy for the girl in the box. She looks like a kicked puppy, eyes staring up at gally scared and confused. I wanted to be down there instead of gally because I know how mean he is to new greenies.

We saw Minho and Thomas coming out of the maze running towards us, the greenie is out of the box and is taking the tour with alby. I still don't like Thomas that much. He doesn't listen and just lets his girlfriend have a day off whenever she wants because thomas is now “incharge” god i hate him with my whole gut. I notice how the girl has nice y/c/h and those pretty y/e/c eyes. I felt this weird need to protect her from all bad things (thomas). It felt like i knew her forever in those home-like eyes, and i knew to never let anything happen to her here.

We saw alby with a new greenie, i was surprised because the only girl i know is terasa because she's my girlfriend, but this greenie looked different, she looked calm and not angry and threatening people with rocks like terasa she looked understanding, and a good person to talk to when you had a rough day. Not like Terasa, isn't it just all she talks about is herself and how much she wishes for me to get her out of here. Me and minho are trying to get everyone out of here but we have had a delay, Somehow there was a griever tangled in the vines and it wouldn’t lets us go through that part of the maze, minho said that we should get some weapons and kill it tomorrow so we can get through. I saw that gally was looking at her, god why is he such a dickhead sometimes? Its getting annoying how he scolds everybody like he's the boss, he even said that my girlfriend was fake being sick just to get out of work but i didn’t believe it. Terasa wouldn’t do that…

Right?

I had gotten out of the box and was introduced to alby, he seems nice but tough. I've met gally alby and newt, alby is taking me on a tour and telling me about the rules in the glade. I still felt scared because I can't remember anything. I can’t even remember my own name but alby said that it is normal, that i will remember it in 2-3 days. He told me about the job offers and other stuff, i felt being a gardener would be a good job for me with Newt and Zart? I think that's his name. Alby told me that he will introduce me to the others and that we are having a bonfire tonight. He also warned me about terasa saying that she can get angry when somebody goes near thomas her boyfriend, i told him it's fine because i don't even know who the other people are except for gally alby and newt.

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this is part one to my seires “GLADE” i hope that you will like it <3 if you want to request something please copy and paste the link in my bio, or text me her in the comments or on instagram @enemymarkus

I hope you have a good night/afternoon/day xx

#the glade #the maze runner #terasa #thomas #gally #newt #minho #winston #the maze runner 2014 #Gally x reader #thomas x reader #alby x reader #newt x reader #zart x reader #fypp

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Got a little interest in this, so here’s my little “skeleton” of this story I guess, I’m not great at this, but I’m fairly pleased with how this is turned out, hope you guys enjoy this silly thing and don't mind how long it is!

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Summary: Acedia is NY's one and only Cryptid Crawler. Life takes a turn after a spider bite and things start spiraling like a domino effect, when she thinks the worst is over.. it gets worse. She is determined, however, to help however she can. Doing her best as always.

Once Upon A Time:

Acedia was once a regular human with no powers, living relatively alone. She never really did much, never having the ability to do things that she may have wanted. A shy, anxiety ridden adult just trying to get by. day in and day out, all the same, her frustrations with life weighing her down mentally.

And Every Day:

Her days were monotonous routine with occasional small deviations, like visiting the park for some fresh air, going on free tours to save money, hanging out with a friend, and other menial things. It wasn't a bad life, just.. boring.

Day to day, having small simple jobs to work here and there to earn a living and survive. Still, she wished for just a little more, just a little more excitement, it was really all she could do. Wish. Dream. Hope. Never having the guts to put herself out there on purpose. Life was a personal heck.

Until One Day:

It wasn't until she had gotten bit by a spider that hitched a ride on her bag one day after taking a free tour of an animal lab that things started to change. The changes were slow and small, first discovering she can walk on walls and experimenting with these new changes and abilities. Telling her friend and getting the idea to make a name and costume for herself.. the costume was a bit.. silly. She didn't have the best skills in clothes making or sewing, so she opted for something already made in her closet. A little onesie of her favorite animal, a sloth. She wasn’t really one for sp!ders.. they scared her.

She was extremely timid around people and valued self preservation, however.. she did always seem to somehow stumble her way into these situations of taking out very small crime. Petty shoplifters and muggers here and there, just getting a slight hang of things. Learning some things about fighting and her new abilities with first hand experience.

That was, until one night she got hit with a horrible sense of something bad happening across town. She chased the feeling, using her heightened sense, all the way to the infamous Oscorp building. The place had always given her an uneasy feeling even before the bite. She knew she had to act fast and find the source of what was setting off her senses.

She crawled around the outside of the building, locating the room of interest and making her way inside the shattered window. This is where she discovered the unconscious body of Doctor Otto Octavius. He had a horrible accident, not caused by himself, but by his boss who had already fled the scene long before Acedia arrived.

Acedia worked fast after assessing and being relieved that she hadn't stumbled upon a murder scene. Using her gifted strength to lift and carry the poor man out of there and to the nearest hospital she could.

And Because Of That:

That night, and for a good couple of weeks after that, she didn't have the best of sleep. The anxiety and worry ate away at her. She didn't know the man, but she needed to know he was alright and so, she set out to visit him.. not in person, though. Picking out her costume again she went to the hospital and, once again, she crawled around the outside, locating his room.

He appeared fine and well now, but that metal contraption was still wrapped around him it seemed. She was just thankful he was alive. She left a small gift on the sill of his window, tapping the glass before leaving.

And Because Of That:

Otto may have appeared fine on the outside, but just like the scars that will soon enough be on his back, he had scars of the mind as well. The poor man had merely been doing his job, trying to please his body and not wanting to risk losing his job.. only to be thanked with an attempted murder. Something like that made him a bit.. unstable. It wasn't like him, but his anger and frustration at his boss was slowly growing as he recovered his energy from that night.

So, when he was healthy and healed enough physically and given access to his actuators again, he couldn't help himself.. couldn't stop himself. He sought out revenge on his boss for all he'd put him through for the many years he'd worked for him. Escaping the hospital with his actuators reattached.

Unfortunately for him, Acedia would come back once more to try and check in on how he was doing.. only to find he had gone missing and his window shattered with markings along the side of the building.

And Because Of That:

Acedia picked up a sense-- a familiar one.. one that brought back the dread from that night. She tracked him down back to Oscorp. Finding the entrance shattered and many people fleeing and screaming.. She needed to act fast before someone got hurt.

Using the elevator and even scrambling up the side of the building, she made it to the top. The boss's office floor. She looked inside and narrowly avoided an object being thrown at the window, shattering it completely. Shouting and crashing came from inside and she hurried in quickly before things escalated further. Witnessing the sight of Otto in some new clothes, hovering in the air with the help of his actuators. Two of which were around Norman Osborn, his boss.

From what Otto was saying Acedia knew she had to be fast. Shouting herself and gaining the confused attention of Otto and Norman. Part of her felt this was a bad idea, but she knew it was the right thing to do if it meant saving a life (oh, if only she knew). She was quick again to dodge a mechanical arm zipping toward her, bounding back in response with her words to try and coax Otto to leave Norman alone.. bad idea.

He dropped Norman, which was her intention, but he soon and very quickly rushed toward her, she scrambled quickly out the window and down to the nearest open window on the lower levels. He chased after her.

And Because Of That:

The chase was exhausting for both parties involved, but eventually Acedia was able to talk Otto out of whatever mental state he was in. Otto piecing together who she was and realizing who Acedia was-- the one who had saved him that night. He broke down in tears and apologies. He didn't know anymore what he was doing and she did what she could to console him, offering him a hug. He was hesitant but quickly accepted it.. he really needed this. Kind words and a warm embrace.

Otto apologized for everything he'd done, for causing such trouble.. and for ruining Acedia's costume. He offered to make it up to her, telling her of where he lived and to drop by sometime to visit and to discuss what he can do for her, to repay her. Acedia agreed, but asked he write it down so she could remember.

She was nervous, as always, when she had dropped by, but after some time together she relaxed and opened up a bit. She and Otto worked together and came up with a new costume for her to wear as a thank you gift. He insisted she didn't need to do anything more for him to pay him back, saving his life like she had was more than enough.

Until Finally:

A different man in Otto’s life sprung up not too long after, causing trouble and attacking the same man Otto had before. Acedia, still unaware but slowly growing a bad feeling about Norman Osborn, took it upon herself to once more try and help him, save him.

Little did she know, this next fight would be at her disadvantage. How could she fight someone who could fly when she, herself, was incapable and afraid of heights? Using her new vine shooter tool she was at least able to gain his attention-- unfortunately, she felt more like a sitting cloth in an open canopy than she has ever felt before with a flying predator swooping in.

The fight was luckily resolved by Otto finding her and using the actuators on his back to stop the man attacking her.. The man turned out to be Otto’s closest friend and business partner. He’d been distressed ever since he came back from a business trip a week ago unable to contact or find Otto, believing that Norman had done something to him-- and killed him. Adrian, Acedia now learns, is beyond relieved that Otto was alive and well.. Well. Mostly. aside from the arms now fused to his body, but that’s a story for another day. Otto will explain everything to Adrian later.

Despite what Adrian had done to her that night, Acedia willingly drops by to check on the older man, concerned about him, which surprises Adrian. However, he accepts her company and apologizes for how he acted and all. She continues to visit on occasion, bringing Otto along, too.

And Since That Day:

Acedia’s life may have changed, but it’s not so bad. She’s gained two new friends, a “grandpa” and a partner. Her life has definitely gotten more exciting just as she had always wanted, the monotony is no more and she’s doing a lot better mentally and.. despite everything that’s happened, she's happy.

More things have occurred since then, however, and with Otto as her partner in fighting crime and Adrian’s occasional aid, she’s able to handle whatever comes her way a lot better. Fighting crime, saving people, and solving some mysteries in her own little way.. And befriending some bad guys along the way.

#Ghostie mumbles #//long post #spidersona #tagging so I don't lose this sdkfjhdsf #I do not think I can write everything as a fic but I mean. this works I guess #I actually tweaked this since the last post mentioning it. it's uhh.. longer. oops.

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prosopopeya · 4 months

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2023 meme!

it's time

1. What did you do in 2023 that you’d never done before?

went to ireland.

got married again to the same person in ireland. (we finally had our originally planned ireland elopement.)

went to physical therapy

went to the gym and lifted weights (unrelated to the physical therapy)

took my husband to the er

saw death cab for cutie and postal service in concert!!

2. Did you keep your New Years’ resolutions and will you make more for next year? i don't like to make those so probably not. and also no.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth? no

4. Did anyone close to you die? jon's aunt passed away, which was very sad and sudden. jimmy buffett also died. not close to me but a significant loss.

5. What countries did you visit? ireland! not a country but we visited my aunt and uncle in maryland and had a great time!

6. What would you like to have in 2024 that you lacked in 2023? i would like to get a new job that pays more with better benefits. but we'll see.

7. What date from 2023 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? same date as last year's meme, which is june 9. now it is the date where we got married in ireland. :)

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? working on healing my shoulder pain was pretty significant. also getting 69 bookmarks on a porn-centric fic of mine that's close to my heart. luckily i managed to catch it before it tipped over to 70.

9. What was your biggest failure? quitting going to the gym. i did genuinely enjoy it, but then i got that pinched nerve in my shoulder and the pain was pretty bad. i need to start it up again.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury? yes, the pinched nerve in my shoulder. in ireland, i pinched my sciatic nerve and also nearly passed out from heat at the top of blarney castle. had a bad sinus infection when we came back and couldn't hear out of my ears very well for like a week.

11. What was the best thing you bought? the dress i wore to the ireland wedding.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration? various tour guides and people in ireland who made our time there so awesome.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? i mean like most americans.

14. Where did most of your money go? wedding, travel, door dash, hotels. same as last year.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? ireland, obviously. starfield, and then womp womp. heartstopper. death cab and postal service concert! seeing the eras tour by myself in the theater.

16. What song(s) will always remind you of 2023? olivia rodrigo's guts album. noah kahan. the eras tour concert.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you: i. Happier or sadder? the same i think. ii. Older or wiser? both i think iii. Thinner or fatter? i reject this iv. Richer or poorer? richer.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of? talk to people, exercise.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of? ordering door dash. but it's just so easy...

20. How will you be spending Christmas? we went to my mom's house this year. my brother broke up with his girlfriend (a good decision on his part) and she proceeded to start a barrage of threatening texts from different numbers that is continuing to this day.

21. How will you be spending New Year’s Eve? we watched candlenights and then took turns playing music in a joint spotify jam while he played powerwash simulator and i started working on some of my legos.

22. Did you fall in love in 2023? with the game coral island.

23. How many one-night stands? at this moment i have several games that i started and abandoned because something new came out: tears of the kingdom, red dead redemption 2, baldur's gate 3, starfield, octopath traveller 2. and i'm currently installing spiderman 2 to play that. i do want to go back and finish all these games but god. it's so much work.

24. What was your favorite TV program? heartstopper, probably. i feel like i don't really know what tv i watched this year. i did watch a bunch of sister wives to keep up with tiktok conversations, but i would not rank that a favorite.

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? i wouldn't say i'm loving where i work right now. my now ex sister in law isn't high on my list of faves but hate is a strong word.

26. What was the best book you read? i did reread the horse girl au again so there's that. i read most of 91 whiskey. i investigated some a/b/o stuff just to give it a shot. i don't know how many actual books i read.

27. What was your greatest musical discovery? noah kahan.

28. What did you want and get? a new ipad, which was nice. powers johns lane, a new fave whiskey. married in ireland. 69 bookmarks. squishmallow. adhd diagnosis and medicine, which is going pretty good.

29. What did you want and not get? an interesting slime rancher 2 update. haunted chocolatier (jk concerned ape take your time).

30. What was your favorite film of this year? i saw everything everywhere all at once which was pretty great. i also saw the eras concert, the barbie movie, dungeons & dragons, the newest puss in boots movie. but there was a bit where i just watched a bunch of gay movies and i might have to give it to this english version of brokeback mountain that i enjoyed: god's own country.

31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? i mostly sat around and bought myself presents and it was great. i turned 35.

32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? feeling like writing more often. <- last year's answer is still true.

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2023? comfy. comfort. comfortable things.

34. What kept you sane? quitting teaching <- still true. my husband. supernatural, bizarrely.

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? i had a real olivia rodrigo moment this year.

36. What political issue stirred you the most? i mean i'd rather not think about any of it bc it all is depressing.

37. Who did you miss? my teacher friends. <- still true

38. Who was the best new person you met? we had a contractor at work who really talked me up and made me feel like i could find another job and get paid better. she was nice.

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2023: work to live, etc.

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:

Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder, So I can't look back for too long. There's just too much to see waiting in front of me, and I know that I just can't go wrong with these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes; nothing remains quite the same. With all of our running and all of our cunning, If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane

- jimmy buffett, "changes in latitude, changes in attitude"

#happy new year #annual meme

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the-hinky-panda · 2 years

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Pura Vida: Part I

Pairing: Colonel Horatio Carrillo x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: So I decided that these two needed a non-canon ending so here is an alternate ending to Mariposa where Carrillo does not die in the ambush.

Tag List: @the-ginger-hedge-witch, @xoxabs88xox

You are out of the game permanently but you’re alive.

Professionally, your cover is blown. The two sicarios did target you for being an informant.

Personally, your hopes of having a family are, quite literally, shot to hell.

Two bullets to the gut and superficial stab wounds from the unsteady hands of your would-be assassins took your unborn child and any hope of having another. But you kept your life. A miracle, Stechner is telling you. Three days into your recovery, they pull you out of the country to neutral ground to finish your healing.

Miracles come with a price though.

Costa Rica becomes your temporary home. You’re placed in the private home of a retired CIA agent who is currently touring Europe and has his off the grid home up for use. The small villa is situated on a lagoon with a front entrance and a hidden escape route through the jungle. You can only reach it by boat. Stechner vets a private nurse to monitor your recovery for a couple weeks before you can handle the rest of the time on your own.

Two days after your arrival, you see Luisa making up another bedroom. Or rather setting up a hospital bed with IV drips and vital sign monitors. You joke about your condition getting worse and this is how you find out about it but Luisa shakes her head. She is incredibly serious when she tells you news.

Five days ago in Medellín, the Search Bloc suffered a destructive ambush in an effort to intercept Escobar during a meeting with his accountant. Many were killed. Many more were injured. It had been a set up based on bad intel and Escobar took a chunk of manpower out of the Search Bloc and escaped to tell the tale.

His name is on the tip of your tongue but you are too scared to say it. If you ask which group Horacio was a part of, you don’t know if you’ll survive the answer. You already survived an attack, you have your miracle. How greedy of you to wish for another one. Miracles have prices and you don’t know what the cost is of yours. But you have to know, so you spit the words out before your vocal cords don’t listen anymore.

“What of Colonel Carrillo?”

Luisa takes a deep breath. “He is the one I’m preparing the equipment for. They had to make sure he was stable before moving him. His condition is…quite serious. I wouldn’t…”

You nod in understanding. Don’t get your hopes up. One miracle is enough.

Despite the warning, you’re standing outside in the pouring rain when the helicopter lands in a small space that’s been cleared in the rainforest for emergency extractions. Luisa is so focused on keeping Horacio stable during the move that she pays no mind to your wet, shivering form hovering in the shadows, trying to catch a glimpse of him underneath the tubes, machinery, and blankets.

Trujillo accompanies him, a stone-faced guardian over a stone-still ward. If he’s surprised to see you there, he doesn’t show it. Rather, he takes a moment to grab a towel from the bathroom and wrap around your shivering frame. He keeps his arm around your shoulders. You see the tell-tale marks of the ambush on his face. It’s not so much the scabbed over cuts and bruises but it’s the dark circles around his eyes, the hauntedness that wasn’t there before.

“Es fuerte, hermana.” (He’s strong, sister.)

You tug the towel closer and try to stop your teeth from chattering.

As soon as Luisa has all the equipment hooked up and confirms that he’s stable, the transport team announces it needs to head back to Colombia. Trujillo needs to go with it. Before he leaves, he presses his teak rosary beads into your hands and a kiss to your forehead. You understand it is a goodbye after the helicopter is already a speck in the sky. You go back into the makeshift hospital room, sit in a hard wooden chair and move through the rosary a few times.

Luisa wakes you up from a slumped over position and helps you back to your own room. You sleep for a couple hours and wake up to the sound of howler monkeys and cicadas. You remember that Horacio is just a few steps away and return to the room. The chair has been moved back to the kitchen table and you don’t have the core muscle strength to retrieve it. So you carefully climb into the bed, which thankfully is a little wider than the standard hospital bed, and curl around IV lines and electrode wires. The steady beep of his heart rate lulls you back to sleep even though your concern over how cold his skin is threatens to keep you awake.

This is how Luisa finds you the next morning, the clinging vine to a mighty tree. She tries to keep the two of you separated but quickly discovers that the effort is futile and it is easier to treat two patients when they’re both in the same room. She starts to give you tasks that will encourage the building up of muscle without the strain of popping stitches. Getting glasses of water, changing the IV bag, making lunch.

She also makes you go on walks around the property. You follow broken concrete trails around the area, tripping over branches and tree roots until your feet remember where the obstacles are. You sit on the little pier, a narrow slip for the boat that eventually will take you away from your safe house when it’s no longer safe.

You learn a lot from Luisa. The area is called Tortuguero. The land is a narrow island, a small town is located a couple miles down the river where the Caribbean Sea stretches out for miles. Green sea turtles come every year to the beach to lay their eggs and hope for the best. Even turtles hope for miracles here in this forgotten corner of the world where most people don’t have electricity in their homes.

You also find out from Luisa the extent of the wounds Horacio has suffered. He had been shot a total of eight times. Three were grazes, one to the thigh, two to the shoulder and arm, and two to the chest that narrowly missed his heart. Blood loss, a collapsed lung, a nicked heart, and extensive muscle damage conspires for a long recovery.

But it is a recovery.

No, it’s a miracle.

He remains unconscious for two weeks in an effort to keep his heart under control until it’s healed enough to beat at its normal rate. You want to apologize to him despite him not being awake to hear it. Not so much for how you feel about what he did to Diego Juarez, you still believe he overreacted to the situation, but for how you almost lost each other permanently without discussing your point of views. Your reaction had been a knee-jerk one and he had retaliated with the same. There had been no resolution to the disagreement and now that you’d been given a second chance, you were going to take it.

You also needed to tell him about the baby, that is if he didn’t already know. You weren’t sure how much the nurses shared with him after he took you to the hospital. Did he drop you off and never look back? Did he check on you without you knowing? But you couldn’t bring yourself to say any of those things just yet.

Instead, you tell him about the wildlife that is around the house. You identify the deep guttural tones of the howling monkeys, the song of the toucans, the trill of the cicadas. You describe the plants that grow around the garden and home, the various colors of green that act as a backdrop to the purples, reds, yellows, and pinks of the other vegetation. You talk until you lose your voice and then whisper to him.

On the fifteenth day after his arrival, a thunderstorm rages from dinner and through the night. The bright flash of lightning and ground shaking booms of thunder make it impossible to sleep. Your throat is dry from all the talking you’ve been doing so you’ve taken to running your fingers through his thick, dark hair. You count the sparse gray hairs that have appeared. You trace the contour of his cheekbones, more pronounced now with the lack of nutrition. You lay your head on the pillow, your lips a breath away from his ear.

“I’ve missed you so much, Horacio, there’s so much we need to talk about.” You sigh, a deep breath in as you exhale your wish. “I love you.”

And just like that, his eyes open.

His gaze is unfocused at first, staring at the ceiling and trying to determine where he is. You push yourself up as slowly as possible to not startle him. When his eyes land on you it takes him a moment to recognize you. His mouth forms words but only one word manages to be spoken.

“Muerto?”

You laugh softly as you lay your hand on his cheek. “No, you’re not dead, mi amor.”

That seems to be enough of an answer for the moment as his eyes close and his breathing evens out once more. You notice his skin is warmer now.

You have a second miracle and don’t worry about the price this time. Whatever the price, you’ll pay it.

***

The price, it turns out, is silence.

Horacio barely speaks to you. At first you think it’s just because he’s too weak to talk but then you hear him talking to Luisa one day as she’s changing bandages and monitoring his lung function. You hope he’ll keep up the conversation when you step into the room but he doesn’t. He just looks at you with a mix of sadness and pity.

You told yourself you would be willing to pay whatever price was necessary for his recovery. And if his pity and silence were the price, then you would swallow your pride and affection and let it be. He is alive. He is making progress in his healing. That is enough. Or it feels like it should be enough.

It takes weeks before he’s able to walk unassisted around the property. His left arm is still in a sling and he uses a rosewood cane to compensate for his weak right leg, but he doesn’t have to be monitored when he walks now. The fact that it takes weeks and not months, surprises Luisa. She must have a way of communicating with the outside world because one afternoon she tells you that Stechner is coming to give you and Horacio an update on the situation. An hour later, you hear the boat motor cut off at the pier. By the time you get up enough courage to face Stechner, he and Horacio are already sitting on the veranda.

“Mariposa,” Stechner greets you. “Looking better than the last time I saw you.”

You nod but don’t say anything. Horacio’s eyes are fixated on a couple birds flitting around the gardens. Stechner motions to an empty rocking chair and you take it. Your fingers curl around the warm wood armrest until your knuckles are white.

“So, here’s the update from the homefront,” Stechner slaps his knee. “Carrillo, you’re dead as far as anyone is concerned. Your wife got a nice payout from both Colombia and Uncle Sam for your sacrifice so you’re welcome for that.”

“Are they safe?” His voice is rough from not being used.

“Oh yeah,” Stechner says. “Escobar thinks you’re dead. Your wife and kids are no longer useful leverage to the cartel. And it will stay that way as long as you stay dead. And, last I heard, she was making plans to go back to Madrid anyway.”

His jaw tenses but he nods once in acceptance. His family, gone and out of reach in a matter of seconds.

“Now, as for you my little broken butterfly,” Stechner continues. “You’re officially done and retired from the CIA. I have spread the word that you’re touring the out of reach places in Asia. Currently you’re running around Thailand, visiting monasteries, meditating with monkeys, and eating pad Thai.”

“So what happens to us now?” you ask, hoping for some guidance. But Stechner just shrugs.

“Whatever you want. As soon as the lovely Luisa gives you both the all clear, you’re free to go and do whatever strikes your fancy. Together, separate. But as far as the US and Colombia are concerned, neither one of you exist anymore.”

“Do we get any documents? Identities?”

Stechner shakes his head. “No, sweetheart. You’re thinking of witness protection and that’s the FBI’s deal. The CIA isn’t as warm and fuzzy as the FBI.”

Is this the price for the miracle of survival? Complete erasure? You glance over at Horacio and see a look of utter grief on his face. His family. You mentally kick yourself for being so concerned with moving forward in your lives. Having his wife choose another man over him is one thing. At least he would still be able to see his children, talk to them, get updates. But now, it’s as if they have died and not him.

You want to comfort him, offer some kind of solace, but you’re not sure how it’s going to be received. So you remain where you are, hands in a death grip on the chair. His miracle exacts payment through grief.

And all you can do is watch.

***

There are days when you look in Horacio’s eyes and see the horror of the ambush. When he’s tired from moving around, from trying to get his strength back, and he’s too tired to mask the remembering of the horror. You see his face change as he remembers the moment of the first shot. But he doesn’t talk about it.

Not yet at least.

After dinner one night, you find him sitting on the thin concrete pier, staring out at the Tortuguero Lagoon. A couple public transportation boats go past but the water is fairly quiet this evening. You decide that the peace of the evening is a sign. Enough walking on eggshells around each other. You’re going to talk even if you have to sit out there until the concrete crumbles into the water. Your recovery is going well enough that you pick up a plastic chair and place it next to him before sitting down.

The silence grows uncomfortable, something that didn’t typically happen between the two of you before your attacks. It feels like you’re meeting all over again, having to rebuild that friendship that came so naturally to you before. In the last month and a half, you had barely uttered more than five words daily to each other.

How are you?

Fine. You?

Good.

The silence is more painful than the gunshot wounds.

You can hear him take in breath, like he wants to say something but can’t quite get it out. There’s a slight wheeze to his breathing as his lung continues to heal. Luisa has said that it may never go away. He may never get his full range of motion back in his arm or the strength back in his leg either. Just more things to add to the list of losses.

“I’m sorry,” he finally says.

You don’t know why but an apology is not what you were expecting. “For what?”

“For not understanding what you were telling me that night…when you…” he trails off. “You weren’t calling me ‘baby’ but were trying to tell me you were pregnant. I should have known better.”

That stings. The fact that he would think your disagreement over the spotters would have been enough to sever the connection that you had. That he believed you incapable of forgiveness and compromise, unable to hear his side of things and meet him halfway. Now it’s your turn to offer an olive branch, show him that he had been wrong in that assumption. “I was. I didn’t mean for it to happen though, getting pregnant. I did some research and found out antibiotics can affect birth control pills. I had a sinus infection the week before you returned from Spain. I just didn’t know. I didn’t want to make your life more complicated.”

He hums in understanding. “I’ve lost two families now. All because I wanted to get one man.”

And you’ve lost the opportunity to ever have a family. But you keep that to yourself and instead remind yourself once more, miracles have a price. “I’m sorry as well. The night I was…jumped, I was coming back from dinner with Trujillo’s family. He had convinced me to talk to you the next morning. To set things right again between us.” You wait for him to say something, to do something, but he doesn’t. “If things can be set right.”

He falls back into silence again, staring out at the dwindling light on the river. Just when you think he’s reverted back to not speaking to you, he asks a question. “Did you ever read Plato and his rendition on the creation of humans?”

For the second time this evening his question has left you unbalanced. “It’s been years since I’ve read anything by Plato.”

“According to him, humans were made with four arms, four legs, and two heads. Zeus became so afraid of these creatures and their capabilities that he split them in two. He then tasked them to spend their lives searching for their other half.” He sighs. “I never gave much thought to the idea of soulmates until I met you.”

He extends his hand towards you and you immediately take it. It’s the first time that you’ve touched since he woke up and you blink back tears of relief. He tugs you over to him and after careful maneuvering, you’re in his lap, curled against his chest. His heartbeat is strong under your cheek but you can still hear the wheeze in his breathing. His good arm is wrapped around your shoulders, his hand playing with your hair while the other hand traces patterns around your wrist.

It is the closest to coming home that you have ever felt.

“I think I’ve loved you before I met you,” he whispers against your ear.

You press your face closer to his chest. “I feel the same way.”

“Oh no, no no no.” Luisa suddenly appears on the dock, most likely looking for them since the sun has completely disappeared. She pulls gently on your arm and helps you stand up. “Neither one of you are cleared for this. Absolutely not.”

You can’t help but grin at being scolded like two teenagers who were just caught making out. Or maybe it’s the reconciliation that has finally occurred, the newly patched connection that runs between you two like a thin thread. There’s still work to be done, tough conversations that need to be had, but the repair work has started. And there is a smile plastered on your face for the rest of the evening.

***

Even though Luisa gave you both the all clear and was preparing to leave the house, you and Horacio still chose to sneak down to the pier with a set of paddles to take the boat to the small village of Tortuguero. You paddle until your newly healed muscles burn from the effort and then Horacio turns the motor on for the rest of the trip to the empty dock of the village. Sunrise is only about thirty minutes away when you help each other out of the boat and onto the wooden dock.

Your health clearance is merely a vote of confidence that you’re both healed enough to care for yourselves, not that you’re one hundred percent recovered. It’s an easier lesson for you than for Horacio. He is used to being fit physically, giving orders to his body and having it obey immediately. Now, when he tries to push off on his left leg to step onto the dock, it buckles under his weight and you grab his arm to compensate. His jaw ticks every time he’s reminded of this new reality and all you can do is offer a small smile of understanding.

This perceived weakness has brought with it an irrefutable lesson of humility. At first you were afraid it was going to turn him bitter, twist him into someone unrecognizable. He certainly had enough taken from him that you couldn’t have blamed him for choosing that route. And while there were moments when the loss of his family, job, and health dogpiled on his back, he did what was expected of a military man: he shouldered the load and continued forward. At first, you gave him space until you noticed his jaw would unclench faster when you laid a hand on his arm or slipped your hand into his.

You are each other's second chance at doing things right this time. Just another miracle being wrapped up and delivered to you. The price tag is still missing.

“Are you sure we’re going to see them?” Horacio asks you as you both make your way through the little town, past closed up souvenir shops and restaurants.

“They’re animals, Racio, so no, I’m not sure. But it’s the beginning of July and they should be arriving soon.”

You pass by the empty soccer field and watch his eyes get pulled to the green expanse of grass with the nets on either end of the field. You know his thoughts on his son, an avid fútbol player. There is no way of getting information from Colombia to Costa Rica despite the close proximity of the countries. However, when you’re supposed to be dead, the distance is insurmountable.

You slip your hand into the pocket of your linen pants and rub the teak rosary beads that Trujillo left you between your fingers. You didn’t have a family to leave behind, not in the same sense that Horacio did. But you did have Trujillo, a brother in arms who brought you into his own family. They accepted you, fed you, worried over you. His mother and sister even visited you in the hospital, bringing empanadas and a hand crocheted afghan to keep you warm in the otherwise sterile room. Growing up in foster homes and homeless shelters, you never knew what it was to be loved just because you existed.

“Hey.” Horacio wipes a tear from your cheek and pulls you under his arm. “Lo siento, mi amor. I forget that you’ve lost a lot as well.” (I’m sorry, my love.)

You wrap your arms around his waist and press yourself close to him, breathing in his scent. No longer is it of cigarettes and whiskey, both he’s foregone due to his injuries, but rather it’s just him, an earthy, sharp tang of wood and dirt. “I feel guilty about being sad. Not many people get a second chance like we did.”

He hums, his chest rumbling under your cheek. “We can still mourn the loss of the first chance though. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“True.” You take a deep breath before releasing him. “Alright, let’s go see if the turtles have arrived.”

He keeps his arm around you, his hand once again finding its place on your ribcage. You didn’t realize just how much comfort feeling the weight of his palm on your side offers and a smile finds its way onto your face. The beach is only a couple hundred yards from the soccer field and when you step out onto the sand, blackish in color from the volcanic activity of the area, the sky is just beginning to lighten from the sunrise. There are a couple other people out on the beach with the same idea as you so you find a spot that puts distance between you and the other watchers. He drops to the sand and gives you a wry look.

“You’re going to have to help me up later.”

You tamper down an amused smile on your face as you sit next to him on the sand. “I think I can do that.”

You sit hip to hip, arms casually thrown over each other's legs. It’s the first time in weeks that the familiarity is coming back to you both. There are no long awkward silences, what has needed to be said has been aired and settled. There are no flinches when your hands accidentally brush against each other. Your joking and teasing have come back in full force to the point that Luisa just rolls her eyes but you can hear her laughter from another room. Your recovery hasn’t only been physical but relational as well. And it’s brought more peace than you anticipated.

But peace never lasts long with either one of you. Perhaps that’s why your souls are so attracted to each other, why you both continue to be pulled into each other’s gravitational orbit. Peace is for planning the next step, the next move in the chess game. Neither one of you is made for peacetime. Neither one of you can engage in war with the cartels so now is the time to focus on atoning for the sins that have been committed.

“Have you been thinking about what we’re going to do next?” you ask him and can practically hear him smile.

“I have.” He leans back on his elbows and sighs heavily. “Diego Juarez.”

You frown at the mention of the teenager that he had killed thinking he was protecting you from another assassination attempt. You still feel a twinge of guilt when you think about him, if he could have been extracted from the cartel work with the right leverage, what he could have done with his intelligence and charisma. “What about him?”

Horacio is quiet for several moments, gathering not just his thoughts but the courage to voice them. “I’ve been thinking of a way to…do penance for that decision I made.”

“And?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know yet but most of the boys were looking for ways to help their families, earn money and clout in the neighborhood in hopes of getting out of the barrios. Some chose to go into the police force, others into the cartels.”

“There should be a third choice.”

“There should, but there really isn’t. And I’m not sure what to do from here to help them.”

This is definitely something to think about, to plan. But as you’re mulling over it, you see movement down by the water line on the beach. Other people on the beach are sitting up straighter or standing up to get a better look. Even Horacio pushes himself into a straight backed sitting position. The sun breaks the horizon, painting the rolling waves in pinks, oranges, and purples. The sand remains a blackish gray but there are hundreds of creatures crawling out of the waves and up onto the shore.

The turtles have arrived.

You had done some research, mostly by asking Luisa and some locals that worked around the property about the turtles. The females will nest on the beach, lay their eggs and return to the nest over the next few weeks. Once the eggs hatch, the babies will head down to the water. Out of the hundred eggs that one turtle will lay, the only hope is that one baby will survive to adulthood. The dangers of predators, both human and animal, are so great that these creatures are on the endangered list. That is why on Tortuguero, the nesting sites are protected.

They’re protected to give the young a chance at survival.

And suddenly, you have an idea of what to do with your second chance.

***

Horatio remembers the first time the two of you had sex in the back of the police Jeep, how terrible he felt about so many things in that moment. It had been the first time he had ever cheated on his wife and he felt guilty over that. Not that the guilt stopped, or even slowed him down. It had also been difficult to maneuver around the cramped space, to find a comfortable enough position to take his time and the pained look that crossed your face when he took you that first time still makes his gut twinge.

But second chances come in multiple forms.

The day that Luisa leaves the house to go on to the next patient, Horacio takes you to bed. Immediately. You’re on your back as the boat motor fades into the distance. He swears this “first” time is going to make up for the previous one.

This time he is not technically married; his perceived death has taken care of ending the marriage vow to Juliana. To reveal himself now would send her life into absolute turmoil that she didn’t deserve. And if things remained on the track they were set on before his “death,” she would be heading back to Madrid with the bodyguard. She has her second chance at happiness and she is more than deserving of that.

He also has time to go as slow as necessary with you, as well as the space offered by a queen size bed. You’re different this time too. Your nervousness is gone, no longer trembling and wide eyed. You’re already relaxed, arms thrown carelessly over your head, a small smile on your lips. That is until he lifts the hem of your shirt to pull over your head. As soon as it’s on the floor, the smile is gone and your hands are laying over your stomach.

So much for this time going better than the last time. He pushes himself up and removes his own shirt. “You’re not the only one with scars, querida.”

Your eyes turn sad as they take in the multiple bullet wounds that are still healing. One of your hands lifts up to trace over the soon to be scars. “But you’re a soldier, a warrior.”

“And you’re not?”

You scoff. “Hardly.”

He leans on his strong arm and lets his other hand drift down the side of your face, over the column of your neck before tracing the rise of your collar bone. “How quickly you forget your meeting with Escobar at the school. How you managed to negotiate your safety after refusing his pay off. The closest I got to that was calling him over the phone and threatening him. I never had to look him in the eye.”

Not until that night of the ambush at least. Even then though, his vision had been blurred by smoke and blood. Escobar had been a wraith made of shadows and bullets, his face and words blurred beyond comprehension. You had faced off with the devil, seeing him clearly in the light of the day, and stood your ground. A small smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. “You called him multiple times though.”

“I did,” he shrugs. He lets his hand continue over the swell of your breast, across the plane of your stomach until it comes to rest on your hand that is still covering the scar. He takes a moment and remembers what it was like being told he was going to be a father…twice. Being able to feel Juliana’s stomach swell beneath his palm…twice. What it felt like to hold something so tiny and loud in his arms and know he would give anything to keep them safe…twice.

This is something you will never experience. It’s something he’ll never get to experience with you either. At this moment, the Greek myth of soulmates doesn’t feel much like a myth anymore. Your grief has become his; he can feel the pain and bitter disappointment in his chest and it’s like being shot all over again. It’s a miracle you’re both alive. It’s another miracle you’ve found each other again, that you’ve forgiven him of his sins and given him a second chance. At some point, his miracles will run out and he will need to face reality.

He does something he saves only for the most important moments between you two. He says your name, not your codename or the names the CIA had you use in Colombia, but your real name. It’s the most precious gift you ever gave him: trust. And he uses it sparingly. He says it with every ounce of adoration he feels, hoping you will feel it just as much as he has felt your grief. Your eyes turn immediately glassy with tears but you shift your hand beneath his to thread your fingers through his.

That’s better.

He makes sure to keep his eyes on your face, his concern with your fragile emotions and self-consciousness and not with the physical tell-tale signs of your brush with death. He lowers his head and kisses you softly at first. But your hands pull him closer to you, your tongue slips past his lips and he’s drowning. Your mouth still holds the sweet, acidic taste of the pineapple from lunch. He pulls his lips from yours, a pitiful whine leaving your throat, causing him to smile before he reattaches his mouth to your neck.

Your skin is damp from the humidity of the rainforest, the salt mixes with the sweetness from your mouth in the most delicious way. He slides his hands behind your back and unhooks your bra, pulling the fabric free of your body. He fills his hands with the weight of your breasts, his thumb rubbing over one of your nipples while his mouth finds the other. Your back arches off the bed, pushing up towards him.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you are at this.”

He smiles as he runs his nose along the underside of your breast before pressing his lips over the ridges of your ribcage. “If I remember correctly, you thought I was quite good with my mouth elsewhere too.”

You huff as he drags your linen pants and underwear down your legs. “I’m not going to last very long, especially if you do that.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, like we don’t have all the time in the world now.”

His hands roam over your legs, the toned muscles of your calves, your delicate knees, the softness of your thighs. God, how he’s missed you. This need to have you is even worse than when he returned from Spain. Something that he didn’t think could be possible. His hands travel further up, curling around the sharp points of your hips, pulling you to the edge of the bed as he carefully kneels on the floor. He drapes your legs over his shoulders and smooths his palms over your thighs, trying to rid the tension from your muscles. Eventually, you release a sigh and he feels you relax under his hands.

The tension comes back at the first swipe of his tongue through your wet folds. Your hands fist in the comforter as your breath catches. He thinks he hears his name being repeated but you’re not loud enough. Not yet, at least.

If he thought your mouth was sweet, he’d forgotten what it is like between your legs. His mouth finds your clit and that is when his name falls from your lips loud enough for him to hear. One of your hands threads through his hair, nails scraping at his scalp and he moans. The vibration must move through your sensitive center as you echo the sound.

He slips two fingers into you and your back arches off the bed. He keeps up his ministrations on your clit with his tongue as he slowly moves his fingers in and out of you, wetness starting to drip down the back of his hand.

“‘Ratio,” you keen and that is the only warning you give him before clenching around his fingers as your release coats his tongue and hand. He helps you through your orgasm until he hears that familiar sigh of contentment before removing his slick coated fingers and mouth from you. He wipes them in the comforter before standing up. Or rather, tries to stand up as his right leg buckles under the strain of trying to hold him up.

You sit up quickly on the edge of the bed and help steady him before going to work on his belt and undoing his pants. You give him a mischievous smirk as you push his pants down over his hips and immediately close your hand around his hard length. He is barely able to kick free of his clothes before you take him into your mouth and his knees almost give out again. Your tongue curls around his shaft with each bob of your head, your hand working what isn’t enveloped in your mouth. It takes only a few moments before he starts to see stars and has to stop you before he comes down your throat. As tempting as that thought is, he reminds himself that you have time now. There will be time for that and so much more.

“Are you okay?” You give him a look of concern but all he can focus on at the moment are your red, swollen lips. “Horacio?”

He manages to nod and then understands why you’re asking him if he’s okay: he’s wheezing with each panting breath. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

To prove the point, he leans down and picks you up slightly before tossing you back up the bed towards the headboard. You let out a surprised yelp followed by a delighted laugh. The lighthearted sound makes his eyes smart from hearing it, a sound that he hasn’t heard out of you for close to six months now. He braces himself over you, touches his nose with yours.

“Te amo, mi vida, mi alma.” (I love you, my life, my soul.)

“Yo también te amo y siempre lo haré.” (I love you too and always will.)

He kisses you as you guide him to your entrance. He slides in with no resistance and relishes in the moan you emit at being filled by him once more. He mouths at your jawline as your legs wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of you. You roll your hips in an effort to get him to move inside you but he continues to stay still, trying to make this moment last as long as possible.

“Horacio.” His name comes from your mouth with an edge of desperation and annoyance.

“What, love?” He murmurs against your neck.

“You’re not going to stay above me for long. Please move.”

He realizes you’re right. His still injured arm and leg are starting to shake with the effort of holding himself over you. “Good point. You should have to do some work too.”

He rolls himself onto his back, doing it fast enough to keep himself inside of you. He looks up at you, now seated on top of him, hair disheveled and a surprised look on your face. He has to laugh at the sight and soon your laugh joins his. This is the lightest his soul has felt in years despite everything that has happened, that he’s done, and that is still waiting out there in the world for you both. He realizes this reprieve is merely an eye in the storm but that doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy it while it lasts.

Your hands land on his chest, careful to avoid the two still healing bullet wounds, as you continue to roll your hips. He matches your movements, driving up as you sink down on him. As much as he enjoys being the one on top, there is something to be said about being able to watch himself disappear inside you with each thrust. The longer he watches, the more he realizes he’s the one that’s not going to last long.

He adds more force to the snap of his hips and moves one of his hands from your hip to where you’re joined. His thumb finds your clit and makes lazy circles over the bundle of nerves. Your head tips back, exposing the long line of your neck and he wants nothing more than to suck marks along the expanse of skin. Even though it’s just the two of you now, he still wants to mark you as his, proof that you’re wanted, loved, and cherished. He may not be able to mark you, but you can and do leave your mark on him by digging your fingernails into his chest.

The sharp sting of pain is what tips him over the edge and apparently it takes you with it. You clench around him, pulling him deeper into you as he comes so hard his vision whites out momentarily. When his sight comes back, you’re already draped across his chest, panting, and pressing your lips repeatedly to the side of his face and neck.

When you both regain your breath, you untangle yourselves to get cleaned up before falling back into the bed for an afternoon siesta. You pull the comforter off the bed leaving only the white cotton sheets to cover your damp skin. You tuck yourself neatly against him, his chest to your back, as any and all tensions ebbs out of your muscles. He waits for your breathing to even out before allowing his fingers to trace over the scar that runs from your belly button down to your pelvic area.

The grief that hits him is not just for the loss of having children but for the child that was already lost. Was it a boy? Or a girl? Was it developed enough to tell? You were most likely around the tenth or eleventh week when the attack occurred. What would your child be like? A boy with his athleticism and your intelligence? A girl with your compassion and his stubborn streak? His dark hair and your kind eyes?

And therein lies the foundation of grief, the understanding that neither one of you will ever know that child. And what is worse, that the world won’t know them either.

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