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grumpypixistix · 2 months

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Reflections

Miguel O’Hara x Mom!Reader

Warnings- Mirror sex, unprotected p in v, lactating kink, biting kink, breath play, sprinkle of overstimulation (with aftercare!)

18+ MINORS DNI

A/n- Fic based on this request here! Also shout out to @naeverse for helping me with my writer’s block, thank you lovely <3 (and again, I’m so so sorry this took so long-)

“See? Look how pretty you are, mi vida.”

Miguel hummed quietly as he stared at you in the mirror, his hands resting on your hips as he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder. His tall figure towered behind you as you continued to stare at your reflection, leaning over to rest his head on yours. A sigh left your lips as you turned your head towards him.

“Are you sure I am..?” You questioned softly, your arms moving away from your healed stomach.

Miguel looked at you and chuckled, placing a kiss to your temple as his thumbs gently caressed your hips.

“Sweetheart, of course I’m sure. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Plus, you did give me a beautiful kid, so you get bonus points for that” Miguel teased, trying to lighten up your spirit.

A small chuckle left your lips as he teased you, a smile creeping up on your mouth as you turned around to face him.

“Being a mom gives me attractive bonus points?” You asked with a laugh, your hands holding onto the fabric of Miguel’s shirt.

“Of course it does, cariño, why wouldn’t it?” Miguel snickered, placing a soft kiss to your mouth.

You hummed in appreciation as Miguel’s lips met your own, your hand cupping his cheek as you continued to kiss him. After exchanging soft kisses, you slowly pull away to look up at him with a smile. When Miguel tried to pull you in for a longer make out session, you placed your other hand on his chest to stop him as the sound of fussing could be heard from the other side of the room.

“I think Gabriella’s hungry” You spoke softly and gently pulled away from him to go tend to the baby.

Miguel sighed quietly and gave you some time to get ready to feed the baby, wandering in the kitchen for a few minutes. He could hear the faint sound of your voice cooing the baby’s cries, the sound dying down after you began to breastfeed her. After some time, he finally came into the room and saw you with Gabriella in your arms, latching off of your breast. You didn’t even notice him standing in the doorway watching you until you moved your head up.

“Hi, honey” You hummed softly, giving Miguel a small smile.

Something in Miguel awoke at the sight of you like that… it made his blood rush through his veins and his stomach churn in a cycle. He remembered the times when the two of you had time alone… he missed your touch, your taste… but more importantly, he missed when you let him latch off of you like that. It gave him a source of comfort and security, which he would never admit to anyone else but you. It wasn’t something he was used to, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t wish that he could taste how sweet you were again… He didn’t even realize he was just staring at you in silence until you repeated your question.

“Miguelll? Are you listening to me?” You asked for the second time, glancing down and seeing Gabriella dozing off to sleep.

Miguel shook out of his deep thoughts and cleared his throat, “Uh- yeah, yeah.. mhm…”

You gave him a look and he sighed out of defeat, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips. “Okay, you got me… I was stuck in my own thoughts.”

As you gently got up from the bed to set the baby back in the crib, a brow raised up on your face again when you made eye contact with the large man. Miguel noticed your face and realized you were waiting for him to elaborate, making his whole face burn a deep shade of red. He bit the inside of his cheek and took a few steps out of the room, leading you out as you tried to get him to explain himself.

“Care to explain yourself, Mr. O’Hara?” You teased lowly, a grin creeping on your lips.

Miguel let out a sheepish chuckle and avoided looking directly at you as he began to mumble, “Well… Y’know… when- when I saw you like that… it just… it reminded me of…”

A moment of silence occurred between the two of you as you tried to figure out what he meant by that statement, making Miguel a little nervous. Once you finally caught onto his hint, your eyes widened and your cheeks burned up.

“Wait, are you talking about… that?” You whispered, letting out a chuckle as you nibbled on your lip.

Miguel hesitantly nodded his head as he continued to look down, making you walk towards him to tilt his head up to your height. As you make him pay full attention to you, his eyes never leave yours and his breath hitches.

“Are you trying to tell me something, Miggy?”

He gulps quietly, his throat growing uncomfortably dry as he struggles to find an answer for you.

“I- I mean… it all depends on if you’re.. okay with it” Miguel whispers softly.

A small smile appears on your lips as you lean close enough to kiss his lips, fixing a few strands of his loose hair.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Miguel’s breath shakes even more than before as a wildfire begins to spread across his body, your touch only encouraging the feeling more. From your tone and words alone, he had a feeling that tonight was going to take an unexpected turn.

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After Peter B agreed to babysit Gabi for a few hours, you ended up being pinned to the bed with Miguel’s large hands resting on your hips as his mouth stayed connected to your neck. Soft and sensual moans poured out of you as he continued to spoil you with his hands and lips, gasping softly when you felt the sharp prick of his fangs tickle your skin. Miguel’s tongue continued to trail the soft and warm skin before gently plunging his fangs into your neck, a sharp squeak rushing out of your mouth before you could even stop yourself.

“Miguel-!” You cried out, writhing underneath his heavy body as he keeps his hands glued to your hips.

“Shhh, mi vida… lemme jus’ do this… fuck, I missed you so much…” Miguel whined out, kissing the punctures on your skin from where his fangs were buried in and grinding lightly against you.

The mix of every action from Miguel made your eyes roll back in pleasure, body slightly shaking from how good it felt to finally have him touch you like this again. He respected your boundaries and helped you heal when you had Gabriella, which you were thankful for, but having him like this again was like a fresh breath of air. It was much more than that, actually.

When Miguel placed a kiss to your lips, his hand trailed from your hip up to your neck, squeezing it slowly. The longer you kissed him, the harder it became to breathe from his hand wrapped around your neck. The quick and shaky breaths that left your sweet lips made Miguel even more turned on than before, waiting a few more moments as he listened to your struggling breathing. As the air left your lungs and your head began to feel light, you tapped Miguel’s wrist as a warning for him to stop.

Miguel listened immediately and let go of your neck, releasing a heavy sigh as you tried to catch the stolen breaths taken from you. He gave you some time to breathe, feeling himself grow harder between your legs just from listening to your breathing. As you feel his cock harden against your inner thigh, a breathless moan leaves you as your hips moved up against his, desperate to feel some sort of friction. Miguel let out a choked moan as you began to grind against his clothed dick, his pants feeling tighter with each move of your hips. It was too much for him, he had to have you.

“Shhit-! Hah- h- hold on, cariño…” Miguel shuddered, gently pulling away as he began to strip himself of his clothes.

As you were about to whine in protest, the sight of Miguel taking off his clothes in front of you made your mouth water. All protests you were about to make before had suddenly disappeared as his toned and tan body was now revealed to you, watching in anticipation as he now worked on getting his pants off. You bit down on your lip as Miguel unbuttoned his pants and urgently got them off, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Some of the pressure had finally been relieved, but not all of it. When he looked up at you, he immediately noticed the look you had on your face. It was the face of pure lust and admiration, a look that he had missed for far too long.

Miguel leaned back down for a passionate kiss, his hands caressing your body as you took your time kissing him back. The sounds of your breaths mixing together were like music to your ears, sweet moans and whispers escaping from the both of you. His hands moved up to cup your clothed breasts, gently squeezing and massaging them. The feeling was a mix of pleasure and stress being released, making you crave more of it.

“Miggy…”

“Shh, I know.. I know, hermosa..” Miguel cooed quietly, giving you one last kiss before he helped you strip your shirt off.

The cold air hitting your skin made you sensitive, a quiet whimper escaping as goosebumps trailed your body. Miguel let out a small chuckle at your reaction, a relieved sigh leaving him as he looked at your exposed breasts. He had seen them hundreds of times, but he always loved it every single time. He couldn’t resist the urge to gently pinch your nipples with his fingers, placing warm kisses to the top of your breasts. Moans began to slip from your mouth, your eyes rolling back and fluttering shut as Miguel began to fondle with your breasts, feeling the warm liquid dribble down your skin from your nipples.

As Miguel pulled away from kissing your skin, he noticed the white liquid dripping down your breasts. He immediately licked up what was dripping from your nipples and began to suck on the right one, a gasp leaving you. The deep shade of red forming on your cheeks made your body heat up more, your hand moving up to his hair as the other scratched at his back. Miguel enjoyed every moment of this, quenching the one thirst he couldn’t resist for so long. As the warmness of the milk went down his throat, soft moans and whispers of encouragement poured out of you, only egging him on more.

After latching off and placing kisses to your right breast, Miguel placed a kiss to your lips before moving onto the left nipple. Your teeth dug into your lower lip deeper as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, slowly beginning to suck on it and latching onto your breast. Your head tilted back into the fluffy pillows, fingers tugging on some of his hair as you moaned his name. Miguel continued to drink the warm liquid with each suck, finally letting go after he was satisfied.

When Miguel looked at you as he sat back up, he let out a quiet sigh of satisfaction, your milk still on his wet lips. He licked his lips and carefully leaned down to kiss your cheeks and lips, looking down at you as a few loose strands hung in his face. A small smile crept up on his lips as you helped move his hair out of his face, the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

“I love you…” Miguel hummed quietly, a faint shade of red coating his cheeks.

A breathless chuckle left you as he spoke those words, smiling up at him, “I love you, too…”

Miguel leaned down once more to kiss you, gently helping you get out of your pants. After unbuttoning them, he practically ripped the fabric off of your body, making you worried that he just ruined a pair of your pants. When he looked at you again, he let out a laugh as he shifted to look between you and the pants on the floor.

“I’ll get you another pair if I ripped them” Miguel promised, giving you an apologetic smile.

A yelp and laugh left you as he suddenly scooped you into his arms, kissing him passionately as his thumbs dipped down under the hem of your panties. His hands gently squeezed your hips as the tips of his fingers pressed down into the plush of your ass. After sharing more passionate kisses with one another, Miguel pulled away to help you take off your underwear. He helps you slide them down your legs, a breathy sigh leaving your lips once more.

Miguel’s fangs dig into his bottom lip as he takes off your panties and sees your soaked pussy on display for him, ducking his head down to gently kiss the scar on your stomach. You squirm and quietly giggle as the feeling tickles you, earning a soft chuckle from him. He moves down to the top of your thighs and places several kisses to the skin, leaving a few on your inner thighs before he moves back up to meet your face. Miguel’s hand moves to cup your cheek, turning his head for a quick moment as if he were looking for something. When you turn your head in the same direction, you notice what he’s looking at.

The mirror from earlier.

As you look into the reflection of the both of you unclothed, a hot fluttery sensation begins to emerge in your stomach. Miguel noticed the sudden tint on your face and let out a low chuckle, kissing your cheek.

“C’mon, sweetheart… lemme show you just how pretty you are” Miguel whispers into your ear, earning a quiet moan from you.

From your reaction, Miguel begins to kiss your neck and pulls away to look at you, his hand gently wrapping around your throat as he pressed his lips to yours. You let out another whine as you kiss him back just as passionately, Miguel pulling away for a moment to help position you on the bed. He had you lying down on your chest, back arched up and your ass facing him. You bit down on your lower lip and hummed quietly, watching him in the reflection of the mirror in front of you. He let out a low groan as his hands caressed the plush skin, giving you a quick spank and a kiss to your lower back.

You reacted to the sting from the spank with a sharp hiss, noticing Miguel parting away from you to remove his boxers. He let out a sigh of relief as his cock sprung out, finally relieved that he was no longer restricted. Once he threw his boxers somewhere on the floor, he eagerly began to rub his mushroom tip against your pussy and gathering your slick. The warm feeling made you gasp and fall into a soft moan, watching Miguel in the reflection as he let out quiet and shaky breaths. And then slowly, inch by inch, he began to dip his cock inside you with a long and low moan.

The slow stretch of you adjusting to take him felt amazing, earning a loud moan from you. As Miguel’s hands stayed on your hips to slowly thrust inside you, you couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut from the slow pleasure. For a few moments, you continued to keep your eyes closed, letting out whimpers and mewls until Miguel noticed you in the mirror. His hand moved from your hip to wrap around your neck, making you gasp from the sudden feeling and your eyes open.

“Don’t close your eyes… I want you to see everything… Want you to watch me fuck this pussy” Miguel groaned lowly, lightly squeezing your neck as he began to pick up his pace.

His words only made you more needy for him, the wet sounds of his dick moving in and out of your pussy beginning to fill the room. As you struggled to keep your eyes open, each breath was knocked out of you from Miguel’s thrusts, your moans coming out broken. It was as if the long wait he had to endure was finally over- and each passing moment was worth it for him. He missed the feeling of your walls fluttering around him when you cum, the sweet sounds of your moans encouraging him to go on. He missed the times when he would overstimulate you to tears, kissing you and whispering sweet things during aftercare. And now he has the chance to do it all over again.

As Miguel speeds up the pace, he squeezes your neck tighter as your breath weakens, the combination of his thrusts and his hand around your neck making it hard to breathe.

“Miggy-!” You cry out weakly, gasping for air and moving your ass against him for some friction.

“Tha’s it- fuuck-!” Miguel moans loudly, giving your neck one last squeeze before removing his hand to rub your clit.

In the reflection of the mirror, you could see your face forming into pure pleasure as Miguel fucks you with his thick cock and teases your clit. Your loud moans echo throughout the room, the sound of skin slapping together accompanying the whines pouring out of you.

“Fuck! F- Fuck, keep- keep going-“ You barely managed to muster out, your legs twitching as Miguel rubs the sensitive ball of nerves.

Miguel rubs your clit faster as you tell him to keep going, whispering praises and kissing your shoulder before burying his fangs into your skin. A choked gasp escaped from you as his tip rubbed perfectly against your g-spot, the pleasure mixing with the pain of his fangs digging into your shoulder. As you managed to look up at your reflection again, you wished that you could stay like this forever.

The sight of Miguel balls deep inside of you, his arm wrapped tight around you as his head leans against yours. His other arm tucked against your torso, rubbing your clit, eager to please the one person he loves the most. Just the view alone made you want to gush all over his cock- hell, the view made you want to give him another baby. Anything was worth having his cum stuffed inside of you, and you were willing to do whatever it took to get it.

Miguel could feel his orgasm creeping up, the feeling of your walls fluttering making him cry out your name.

“Cariño, I’m- hah- I’m so close-“

Your orgasm was creeping close as well, letting out a chant of moans and Miguel’s name as he continued to plow his cock inside of your soaked pussy.

“Me too, baby- Ohh Miggy!!”

That sentence was enough to tip Miguel over the edge, gasping and moaning as his cum filled your cunt. As his orgasm washed over, yours crashed down at the same time, the whole room filled with nothing but the sound of both of your moans, his sweet sounds kissing your ear. As Miguel’s cum continued to leak out of his tip, he moved his hips to stuff it all back inside you, not wanting a single drop to go to waste. The more he moved his hips to thrust inside you, the more sensitive you became from trying to come down from your intense orgasm. Gasps and high pitched cries escaped you as you reached up to tug on his hair, your body shaking from underneath him as he continued his thrusts.

“Miguel-!!” You sobbed, becoming extremely overstimulated from his cock still buried inside your cunt.

Miguel immediately noticed your signal and was quick to comfort you, placing kisses to your shoulder and cheek as he slowly pulled his softening cock out of your cum-filled pussy.

“Shhh, it’s ok, muñeca… I got you…” Miguel whispered softly into your ear, cooing and moving off of you to cuddle you.

You tried to catch your breath as you laid down with Miguel, his arms wrapping around you as the two of you calmed down from your orgasms. His fingertips traced random patterns over your skin, placing a soft peck to your forehead before leaning down to your lips. Your hand made its way to cup his cheek as he kissed you, quietly humming with a smile on your face as he pulled away to look at you. As you turned your head a little, you could see the both of you holding each other in the reflection, making your cheeks flush a soft pink.

Miguel chuckled and kissed your temple as he whispered in your ear, “See? Told you I’d show you just how pretty you are..”

That earned a quiet giggle out of you, growing slightly bashful at his words. He chuckled with you and held you closer, the two of you lying like that for a little while until Peter brought Gabriella back home.

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“Thank you so much for watching her, I really hope it wasn’t much of an issue for you” You told Peter as Gabriella cooed in your arms.

“Don’t worry about it, really. I’ve got Mayday back home, so I’m pretty much used to fussy babies” Peter chuckled with a grin on his face.

“I know, but taking care of two babies at once sounds like a lot. I just feel a little guilty for leaving that on top of your plate.”

“Believe me, it’s a lot easier with MJ helping me too, so I have to give her credit as well. And plus I get it, you guys need your time alone for a few hours…”

Peter pauses his sentence when he notices the hickeys and puncture marks on your neck, his eyes widening slightly.

“Speaking of which… what exactly did you guys do during that time?” Peter questions, raising a brow as he looked between you and the evidence Miguel left behind on your neck.

You pretend not to notice his suspicion, shrugging slightly and continuing to hold the baby in your arms, “…Watched movies.”

“…Watched movies, huh?” He asked, not believing you.

“Yeah… just watched movies” You replied nonchalantly.

The two of you stood in silence for a few seconds before you cleared your throat, taking a few steps inside of the house.

“Well! I should probably get Gabi to bed and finish watching my movie with Miguel- Thank you again, Peter!” You said quickly before shutting the door.

Miguel chuckled quietly as he sat on the couch and watched you come back inside, getting up and scooping Gabriella out of your arms.

“What was that all about?” Miguel asked, curious about the conversation you had with Peter.

You let out a small chuckle and shook your head at him, “Ah, nothin’, don’t worry about it. Just… Peter being Peter.”

Miguel let out a laugh and nodded, kissing your forehead as he continued to hold Gabriella, “That’s the only explanation I need to hear.”

You chuckled again and smiled up at Miguel, humming quietly to yourself. As you look down at Gabi, you press a kiss to her head before speaking again.

“Do you wanna watch something after we put her to sleep?” You ask softly, looking up into Miguel’s eyes.

Miguel nods with a soft smile, agreeing to your request, “Of course, that sounds like a good idea.”

The both of you smiled at each other before leaning in to press your lips together, a satisfied hum leaving Miguel. Once he pulls away, he gently rocks Gabriella to sleep and walks into the other room, leaving you momentarily to put her in the crib.

And in that moment, you felt so lucky to have Miguel and Gabriella in your life.

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schoenht · 1 year

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*Trembling with anticipation* How about something for a soulmate au with the octotrio (separately)? I do love myself some soulmate aus, no matter what kind.

↳ soulmate aus

characters: octotrio.

genre: fluff, soulmate au.

a/n: HELL YEAH had to pull up a list but omg these were so fun ESPECIALLY JADE'S I WAS GIGGLING THE WHOLE TIME

tagging: @taruruchi bc. octotrio. and azul's here

enemy’s name on one wrist, soulmate’s on the other au

There was only one name on Azul’s wrist. He had seen multiple people with names on both wrists but he only had one. Was that his soulmate? His enemy? Who was this person to him?

Maybe his enemy. He had seen you so many times in his classes and from the first meeting, you had crashed heads. He was too confident and you were too prideful. It was a bad combination, thus why the classes decided amongst themselves to separate you two to different ends of the class. But it was impossible to say that your name on his wrist meant that you definitely were his soulmate.

Perhaps there were more people with your name. He knew it was a stretch, he sensed it in his gut, but he was not going to allow himself to think you were his soulmate. You were his enemy, above all.

"Boss! Have you found your soulmate yet?" Floyd waltzed into his office with a mischievous grin on his face. "Oh wait, it might be your enemy!"

"Very funny, Floyd." Azul pulled up his sleeve after studying his wrist for the umpteenth time, as if trying to will the person to come out from the elegant lettering on his skin. "What do you want?"

"Perhaps we can help." Jade proceeded to come in, and already Azul knew that neither of these two was up to something good. As long as both the twins were involved in something, it only meant chaos and reckless abandon. Azul did not want that. Jade continued, "Maybe Y/N is your soulmate and your enemy. As the Vil fan accounts constantly say, 'Enemies to lovers 500k slowburn angst hurt to comfort fic'. It could work."

Azul's glasses were askew from the sheer mayhem he had just heard spew from Jade's mouth. "What in the Great Seven did you just say? I did not understand a word, but all I am getting at is that Y/N is a great pain."

"Oh, I'm sure, Azul. Might you consider that you staring at your wrist so frequently, just to see their name, could say something else?" Jade's smile was worse than Floyd's. They had matching Cheshire smiles, but something in Jade's face made Azul want to erupt into flames. His face was red, that much he knew, and he ordered the twins to leave. They left, trying to hold back their laughter.

He sighed, slouching on his desk. He needed advice, but maybe Jade was right. Maybe...you were his enemy and soulmate. The thought of that made him cringe and his face was pulled into a grimace.

But something happened to him that made him question everything he thought he knew. Whenever you weren't there, he found himself missing you. What was worse was the fact that when you were there, you drove him up the wall. He didn't understand this feeling and he would not tell the twins. If they knew, they would mercilessly bully him about it. They could not know.

When he was researching this feeling, he didn't know you were right behind him. You were snickering, shaking your head. "Studying about love, Ashengrotto? You've stooped to a new low if you can't decipher your own feelings. Who's the poor sap?"

Azul's face was red and he could feel his glasses steaming up. "If you must know, it's no one you know."

"Ah, come on, describe them to me! I'll put in a bad word for you." Then you were thoughtful. "Is it me?"

"What?! No!"

If Azul didn't know better, he would've said you were disheartened before you quickly pulled yourself together in record time. "So? What's up?"

"Why do you care?" He took his glasses off, cleaning them before putting them back on. He was taken aback when you suddenly grabbed his wrist. "Hey! Watch it, I just ironed my shirt!"

You cautiously peeled his sleeve away, inching it down. Your eyes went wide as you saw the elegant lettering of your name on his wrist. It was just like yours. You only had one name on your wrist and it was Azul's. You had known from the start, but felt as though he was just your enemy, since he acted like he hated you from the moment he saw you. You even thought you didn't have a soulmate. You did not expect your soulmate to be the guy you had crushed on, yet bantered with. "No way."

Azul gulped, his free hand tugging at his collar. "So...this is awkward."

"No kidding. Can I guess that it's actually me you're studying about?"

"Perhaps...we can come to a mutual compromise."

"That's a shitty way of asking me out. But yes, I accept."

reincarnation au

Jade had heard multiple things about soulmates, but he was a rare case. There was a legend surrounding the pairing where they would die and in every next life, they would find each other, true soulmates. The only mark they would have were star shaped moles under their eyes that shone at the sight of their soulmate. It was said that these moles meant that they had been together since they were stars. They had reincarnated over and over again, and found each other multiple times.

He would sometimes stay up at night, his stomach in knots for reasons he did not understand. His heart palpitated in his chest as speeds that were seemingly impossible to reach, but no matter how much he tried to calm it, it would not slow down. The only way it would finally stop was when he stared at the mirror, his eyes solely focused on the star shaped mole underneath his eye.

"Still haven't found them yet, Jade?" Floyd asked lazily when he pushed the door open to his brother's room without permission. But Jade only sighed. He usually was more patient than his brother, yet nowadays, he felt just as restless, if not more.

"No. It feels as though I'll never find them. Do you know the legend of the stars?"

Floyd smirked. "Yeah, duh. That's all anyone talks to me about! 'Your brother's part of the legend', or whatever. You're the next Chosen One."

Jade didn't know when he came down with a desire to ask his brother for advice, it was usually the other way around. The legend itself brought his hopes up. Maybe he would find his soulmate soon. Maybe. "What did you feel when you found your soulmate?"

Hearing his brother's quiet tone, Floyd decided not to tease him. Thoughtfully, he answered, "I don't know. I felt this sense of...fireworks! No, I'm lying to you. To be honest, it's a feeling of calm, y'know? No, you don't know. You will, you'll understand it soon."

What Jade didn't know was how accurate Floyd was. He knew that he was anticipating something, he didn't know what it was exactly. All he knew was that he needed to get his thoughts in order. Something was telling him to go to the same place he loved to go to think: an enormous tree overseeing the ocean.

It was nighttime and the stars were making their appearance, a full moon rising slowly, as if tentatively waiting for Jade's presence. When Jade was nearing his spot, he froze, seeing someone already there. That same person barely turned their head to catch Jade's gaze, and for the first time in a very long time, he was thrown off guard. The eye contact was enough to make him wonder who you were and as he got closer, the very feeling Floyd described poorly infiltrated him. He felt calm, but he felt as though he had finally found what he was missing, what he so desperately wanted.

On the other hand, you were staring at Jade as though you had seen him before. He got closer, yet you weren't moving away, you were not afraid of him. The second you made eye contact when you were close enough to see each other's faces, the memories came rushing in. Memories of your past life, of your past lives, of your previous love. The star under his eye was glowing and you were sure yours was too.

Jade's eyes welled up with reminiscence as he carefully took your hands in his. "I looked for you everywhere, my love. I did not want to wait for you, I wanted to be with you again, just as the stories said. I would rather be burned alive than be separated from you. There is nowhere I would go, without you at my side. I will cherish you even if I can't see you, and I will cherish you if I see you everyday. My love for you shall live forever."

feeling the same emotions as your soulmate au

Floyd was known for his mood swings. No one knew what his next step would be, the only thing they did know was how unpredictable he was. He would sometimes be angry when he was supposed to be happy, and sad when he was supposed to be happy. It all frustrated him internally because he knew it wasn't his fault. His soulmate was attached to his emotions, and as long as he didn't find his soulmate, he'd be stuck like this.

It all came down to going to NRC, where he was still having the mood swings. He thought that, at that point, he'd have found his soulmate. A lot of people that he knew had found their soulmates. Vil, Jade, even Trey had found their soulmates. He didn't want to ask any of them because they all thought he had mood swings. How was he supposed to explain that his soulmate made him angry at the worst times?

But seeing how happy people were when talking about their soulmates, it made him want to meet his more. He was constantly moody in class, not even because of his soulmate, but because he was so tired of not finding them.

"What if I don't have one, Boss?!" Floyd wailed as he dramatically draped himself over the couch that Azul had in his office. "What if I am destined to die alone? What if, for the rest of my life, I have to third, fifth, or seventh wheel?!"

Azul looked at him exasperatedly. "For the last time, this is not a therapy office and I am not your therapist. Get your shoes off my leather couch or I am taking away money from your salary."

"You're not listening!"

"Yes, I was."

"What did I say last, then?"

"Something about the invention of wheels."

"See?!" Floyd flopped backwards, even more frustrated and saddened than before. "I just want to have my normal emotions again. I hate feeling angry when I should be happy. How did you find your soulmate? It couldn't have been easy."

Azul shrugged. "There's this story about the beginning of time, regarding soulmates. They were little atoms that circled each other the entire time that they existed. Throughout time, they always found each other, no matter what. Do not push what is already set for you, Floyd. They will come."

"How did you know they were your soulmate?"

"Simple. I did not have to think about it."

Floyd was encouraged by this, thinking that within his upcoming years, he'd finally find his soulmate. He wouldn't push the topic any further, waiting instead. It was his second year and he was walking around, trying to find the Prefect that everyone talked so much about. He did not have to tell people to move aside, they stepped aside without a word.

You had been with Ace and Deuce, ignoring their plans to put salt instead of sugar in the shakers so they could prank Trey. You were weirdly neutral, and it was strange. Your soulmate was someone who had a lot of emotions, so the fact that they weren't doing anything made it even more suspicious. Lost in your own thoughts, you crashed into someone and bounced off immediately, rubbing your head. "Sorry, I--"

Ace and Deuce winced from beside you. "You're dead."

"So you're the Shrimpy!" Floyd was smiling before he tilted his head, a frown on his face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a little hurt." Something inside of you was twisting and it felt as though you had been involved with this guy, who you just met. "Do I know you?"

Floyd perked up and saw your face perk up against its own will. Once he placed his hand on your shoulder, your face relaxed back to its bewildered expression. He found you. After that talk with Azul of "atoms" being able to find their way back to each other, he found the piece of him that had been missing all along. It seemed like you knew it too, based on your stunned expression. "You're my soulmate!"

"It would seem so."

"Come on! We have so much to talk about, I've been waiting for the longest time, and I don't plan on letting you go for a while!"

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gh0stsp1d3r · 10 months

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Hey bae, could you do a miguel ohara x spider!reader fic where they bicker alot (sunshine x grumpy trope) but the reader gets hurt really bad and comes back to hq with miguel being super protective like “Who hurt you” 🤭. Also pls could you write it as a smut ty 🙏🙏🙏

Shimmer

Warnings- mentions of blood, gashes, 18+, SMUT, MDNI, oral (f), cum eating

You were like the stars, Your energetic and radiant personality was the opposite of his grumpy one.

You lit up a room everytime you walked into it, it shimmered almost.

And he did the opposite- but maybe that’s why you both got along so well. He needed the love you gave people. He loved you. But you still got on his nerves.

“Okay, y/n…” he looked at you, then he loooed through some files, he handed you one of them.

“Here.” He mumbled, and looked at the long line of spider people waiting for missions.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him, and went over and kissed his cheek, some of the people in line snickering.

He pushed you away and you frowned.

“You’re so grumpy. What’s wrong?”

“I am not- nothings wrong.” He said, and waved you off.

“Is it work again?”

“No it is not work again- could you just go do your mission?” He looked through the files again and handed them off quicker.

“Nah, not until you say it.”

“Say what?”

“That you…”

“I’m not saying it.”

“Oh, so you don’t..?” You pouted and walked off. Miguel groaned in frustration and grabbed your wrist harshly.

“I love you.” He mumbled quietly, only so you could hear.

“What?”

“I love you.” He said louder, and others heard it this time.

Hobie snickered at the boss. “Man, he’s so whipped.” He looked to Pavitr, who laughed.

“I know right?!”

You smiled at that, eye lenses crinkling up.

“Thank you. I love you too.” You pulled up your mask and kissed his cheek again, standing on your tippy toes.

You walked away, and opened the portal, giving one last glance to Miguel who was already staring. You waved and smiled again, and left through the portal.

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“Oh man, see when I read your file it didn’t say you had the ability to fucking-“ you yelped when the green smoke was suddenly everywhere, trapping you. You looked around in confusion, with zero clue to where he is.

Your spider sense went crazy, and you turned around. He was there, floating. He sent a ball of green energy to you, you yelled and tried to dove it, but it knocked you onto the floor with a loud groan. It had hit your side, but a fiery pain was burning.

You got up, holding your side. You threw a web at him, and narrowed your eyes. You looked around at the smoke clearing, and looked at the buildings around.

You put webs onto both buildings, you grabbed onto them as they pulled you up. You let go of them when you were close to him, and kicked him in the stomach, he barreled down.

You quickly dove down, he threw a small punch, to which he missed. You stood on top of him now. You quickly put him in the red cage, and you stepped back. He got up and banged against the walls.

“I’ll get you, spider man!” He yelled.

“I’m- Im clearly a woman.” You said, and pointed to your body.

You were out of breath, and your side was burning. Your suit was ripped, and he had also left a gash on your face, right across your nose.

“My husband is not gonna be too happy about this..” you mumbled to him and grabbed a hold of him, groaning in pain as you did so.

You opened a portal to the room, and you realized you were bleeding. Bad.

Then you looked on the floor, he had dropped something. You looked in curiosity at the small tube.

It was yellow, and it looked almost like pollen. You just ignored it, and put it in your pocket to get to the lab later.

You groaned and grabbed your side, struggling to walk.

“Hey! Was just wondering how it…. Went..” Lyla appeared at your side, and looked at your state.

“Do you want me to call Miguel?”

“Please.” You sat down on the cold floor.

“Right away.” She said, and disappeared. You stared at the ceiling and waited, Miguel had quickly dropped his (unimportant) meeting for you. You took off your mask to breathe easier.

“Ay dios mios, quit getting yourself hurt.” He mumbled when he saw you on the floor. He sighed and shook his head. He picked you up as if you were a doll, and he carried you to the infirmary himself.

“I knew you loved me.”

“You’re seriously still thinking about that?”

You laughed quietly, and groaned after.

He frowned, and barked at everyone to get out of the way. You were getting tired, from the loss of blood probably.

He noticed your eyes start to flutter, he looked down in panic, and lightly slapped you.

“Stay awake, alright?”

“Mhm.” You weakly nodded, and finally he had reached the infirmary. The doctors and nurses were already ready for him. He set you on the bed, and they quickly took care of you.

They worked around quickly, webbing things to them so it was faster.

They had to rip the suit off, cutting it carefully. Then one of them put you in a gown. They stopped the bleeding on your side first, focusing on that before.

They had to stitch it back up, and they had to take care of the burns.

You yelped or groaned in pain everytime they went near it.

Miguel held your hand the whole time, sitting down next to you. He gripped it tighter every time you made a noise out of pain.

After a few hours, they were done. They said it would be a couple months for it to heal.

Once they had all left, to take care of others, he had questioned you.

“Who did this?” Was the first question.

“The mysterio you gave me the mission for..”

“Did you get him?”

“Yeah..”

“Good, cause I’m about to go beat his ass.” He mumbled, and laid his head down at the edge of the bed, looking up at you.

You laughed quietly and ran a hand through his hair.

“You alright?” He asked.

“I’m fine now.”

He just nodded, and relaxed. You were fine and the anomaly was caught, that was all that mattered.

“And what about my suit..?” You had asked.

“They took it to the suit department, a few days. But you’re not going out until you’re healed.”

You sighed “all right.”

You both stayed like that a while, and some doctors coming in and doing some more things in that time.

They had also put a bandage on your nose.

“Mrs. O’Hara and Mr. O’Hara, you are both free to leave if you wish.” One doctor has said after what felt like forever. He nodded and stood up, he helped you stand and helped you change into your normal clothes.

“I can walk, you know.” You said to him.

“Please, like you weren’t just limping not too long ago.” He said.

“Fair point. Can we go home..?” You asked.

He looked at you, then back to the HQ.

“I still have work to do.. but I’ll take you home, and I’ll try to get home early, promise, okay?”

You frowned and just nodded. You got into the car outside the HQ, and looked out the window.

Miguel just stares ahead and drives, feeling guilty now.

He finally pulled up to the apartment, and he opened your door.

“Can you walk up the stairs?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You said, and looked at him. You turned back to him and he quickly got what you wanted.

He leaned down and kissed your lips, hands on your hips.

“I love you, be careful, all right?”

“I knew you loved me.” You said with a smirk and nodded. “Yeah.”

He quickly went back into the drivers seat, and sped to the HQ again.

You sighed and looked at the ground, and started to walk upstairs.

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You had thought that this would happen, Miguel being late.

You looked at the time, and sighed, putting down the book you were reading. He was always late, you expected it at this point.

So you turned off the lamp, and turned to your side.

When Miguel opened the door, he was annoyed, and angry as always. He wanted nothing more than to just ram into you, taking all his frustration out.

But you were hurt, and he knew he had to be careful. And he was late, so you were probably upset and mad at him.

He just slid into bed, and wrapped his arms around you.

You stirred and turned around to face him.

“You’re late.” You mumbled.

“I know. I’m sorry, I got caught up in work and-“

“Is your work more important than me..?” You mumbled.

“My works more important than anything, you know that. I do it for you, I do it for the-“

“Fate of the multiverse. Yeah, I know.”

“I don’t like doing my work.. I like doing you.”

“Doing me..?” You snickered.

“That’s not what I meant and that sounds stupid now that I think about it-“

You shut him up with a kiss, and he kissed you back.

“I love you. Can I show you how much I love you?” He said.

“Please.” Your breath hitched, it almost falling out as a whimper.

“So needy.” He chuckled, and his eyes flashed a red. He slowly made his way down, you threw the covers on the other side of the bed, you wanted to see his pretty face clearly.

His hands traveled up your knees, and he pulled down your shorts. He laid kisses along your thighs, his long nails digging into them at the same time.

He then pulled off your panties, and he looked back up at you.

You smiled at him, and he just dove in. He licked your clit, and he ate like a starved man.

Your hands went straight to his beautiful brown hair, his eyes closed as he worked on your pussy. He licked and sucked, slurping up all your juices.

You moaned loudly, and the noises just gave him more motivation.

Soon enough, you were coming on his tongue. He proudly and happily ate it all, not wasting a single drop.

His face was wet with you, and he swiped it off with his finger and put it in his mouth.

He then kissed you, you could taste yourself. You moaned into the kiss, and he pushed you down softly onto the bed. It would be a long night.

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Celeste

Day 12: Stripping (Colonel Horacio Carrillo x F!Reader)

(For the 2023 Kinktober event that I created on my own because I am boring and basic and am trying to keep it simple this year...found here!)

CW: A minor mention of drug use; Smut-ish but nothing explicit; stripping; talk of a naked body; imagined sex; 18+ only to be safe.

Word Count: 1377

AN: This was requested by the lovely @justreblogginfics

Colonel Carrillo sits deep in the shadows of the club, hidden away. Most men cluster up close to the stage for the best view, but he doesn’t want to be noticed. He’s tucked away out of sight, out of his usual uniform, blending in with the other men there to ogle beautiful women.

The club is a frequent hangout for many of Escobar’s men, low-level narcos who nonetheless have important intel that they often blab to their dancer girlfriends. Those dancer girlfriends then blab backstage, snicker and laugh as they touch up their hair and makeup, as they do bumps of coke to keep their energy up for a long night of dancing.

And you’re there too, a willing ear to listen for that intel that you pass onto your fellow agents. You have arranged drops that Murphy picks up, and Carrillo combs through them carefully each time. He waits until he’s alone in his office at night, and then he traces over your neat printing, the simple code that you and Javier devised before you went undercover.

Carrillo pictures you in your UC apartment, shabby and small. He pictures you bent over the slips of paper as you pick at a late dinner, pictures you rubbing the calf of one leg with your other foot, that absent-minded habit you have that he noticed immediately when you sat outside of his office. He pictures you sighing, tired, missing home, missing even your DEA-issued apartment in the expat block of buildings. He pictures you missing your real name, your real job.

Carrillo hasn’t laid eyes on you in months. He can edge up to the truth but can’t quite admit it to himself, and you may miss your life, but he misses you.

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Your UC work has layers. You’re you, normally, but undercover, you’re Elena Aguilar, a Mexican-American ex-pat with shadowy provenance. Your cover is that you possibly maybe probably had legal troubles in the States and fled to Medellin to avoid arrest. It’s an easy way to explain away your American-born Spanish, and it gives you an extra layer of cover: you don’t answer personal questions because Elena Aguilar is wanted by authorities in the States.

But Elena Aguilar becomes Celeste on the stage, and when Carrillo finally sees you again after so many months, he almost doesn’t recognize you. Even clothed for a gentlemen’s club, you’re more exposed than he’s ever seen you before. You’re in a short, pleated skirt that barely covers your ass, and it flounces as you take the stage, platform heels that add entire inches to your height. You’re dressed up like a Catholic school girl—a tight, low-cut white blouse, a loosely-knotted tie, and a pair of loose braids—and Carrillo hates the hot beat of desire that pulses through him when he sees you.

The music is loud; Carrillo’s heartbeat seems to sync up to the bassline, and he catches himself holding his breath as he watches. Dios, but why did he never consider how good of a dancer you are? You had made a joke once to Murphy before you went UC, said something about all those ballet lessons in childhood finally paying off, but maybe there’s some truth to it.

Watching you, there’s a sensuous, natural movement to your body that Carrillo never would have guessed at. Some of the other dancers before you were blatant with their sexuality, sharp snaps of the hips, pushing their bared breasts into the faces of the patrons crowded against the stage, but you seduce the crowd, and by extension, you seduce him.

You work to the beat, but you don’t rush it. You unbutton your tight blouse to reveal a flimsy see-through bra that pushes your breasts up. You lean against the pole, slide down along it, arch your back like a cat, which makes your breasts push up even further. You stand again, turn away, push the tiny skirt over your hips and ass. When you bend over to push it down the rest of the way—you’re in a tiny thong—Carrillo inhales a harsh breath, and his throat feels too tight.

Maybe the song you dance to is long. Maybe time slows down. Carrillo knows you must be blinded by the colored lights dancing over you as you strip, and he knows he’s invisible in the shadows, but sometimes it feels like your eyes meet his. Sometimes everyone else in the club—the hooting, leering men waving Colombian pesos and American dollars (he even swears he sees a Panamanian balboa at one point)—falls away, and it’s like you’re dancing just for him.

Carrillo went to Catholic school. The man has few sexual predilections that veer into kink territory, but something about the Catholic school girl uniform makes him feel a certain way, reminds him of coming of age around other boys in slacks and button down shirts, around girls in knee socks and pleated skirts. And you, as Elena Aguilar, as Celeste, has chosen his one, lone kink as your on-stage costume.

He only wanted to lay eyes on you, but here he is, reduced to a panting idiot, hard just from watching you, his erection straining until he shifts in his seat uncomfortably. He’s a moment away from rushing the stage and wrapping his coat around you, carrying you home and fucking you senseless. You, though: not Celeste or Elena.

It doesn’t get easier for him as you finish your set. You’re naturally athletic, graceful, and when you wrap around the pole, Carrillo can imagine it translating. He can picture your legs wrapped around him. He can picture your back arching underneath him, your arms above your head, your eyes heavy-lidded as he makes you come. And when you shed your bra, Carrillo actually groans: your breasts are perfect, your nipples pert and pebbled, and he can imagine putting his mouth on them, kissing you there, your hand against the back of head as he sucks against those perfect nipples, the sounds he could pull from you—

The songs ends. It breaks the spell; the crowd claps and hollers, crude propositions in Spanish, a flurry of paper money that you bend down to gather up along with your clothing. You do a cute little curtsy, flash the crowd a winning smile, and then you’re gone.

He wants to stay only long enough to calm. He can’t careen out onto the streets of Medellin with an erection, so he sits in the shadows and watches the next dancer. She doesn’t elicit the same response, thankfully—only you seem to have that power—so his blood cools by degrees and he deflates and his heartrate slows.

But when he starts to plan his exit, a waitress brings him a fresh drink. He hadn’t ordered it, and when he tries to wave it away, she insists.

“On the house,” she says, and she sets down a clean cocktail napkin and sets the glass down on top of it.

His first thought is that he’s been made. A narco in the club has recognized him and is sending him this drink. As a message? Poisoned, perhaps? He runs his thumb over the rim of the glass and jostles it so the ice clinks. He looks around but doesn’t see anyone obviously watching him.

Then he sees it: slowly bleeding as the condensation of the glass wets the napkin, but he snatches the glass away before it becomes illegible. A message on the cocktail napkin, and he recognizes the neat handwriting immediately.

You must have seen him come in. Carrillo knows little about strip clubs, but it would make sense that there be cameras posted everywhere, and it would make sense that the dancers would watch them. How else might they target the men who might give them the most money? How else might they identify problem men? Maybe you watched him enter the club, watched him be seated, and maybe those moments where he felt like he was locking eyes with you were real after all.

But the message, half-blurred by his drink. Carrillo reads it on the sly, pretends to sip his drink and toy with the napkin like he’s bored.

H - I want to come home.

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Marooned: Chapter 22

Kid x FemReader X Killer

Warnings: Briefly suggestive?

Changing Tides

There was no land in sight when you went out on deck. In fact, the wind was whipping at the sails and the Victoria Punk was speeding along. You looked around deck, "WHERE IS HE?!" The crew moved out of your way hastily as you stormed after your target. A few weakly put up their pointer fingers in the direction of his workshop. It was a cardinal sin to barge in without being invited. The crew all seemed to tense at once when you marched towards it and kicked the door open, slamming it behind you.

"WHO-" Kid looked up from what he was doing, to find you already eye to eye with him, leaning over his workbench.

"Why am I on this fuckin ship again, Kid?!" You slammed your hands down on the table. "You could have left me somewhere! Or waited to boot me off before you left!"

He pushed his goggles up to rest on his forehead. He seemed to take in a deep breath before he spoke, like he was trying not to yell. "First of all, I told ya that my girls would have been upset with me if I left ya all crispy. Second, did ya want me to wait until the island was crawling with marines?!" Kid tugged your sleeve to shift your hand away from what he was working on. "But if ya WANT to be caught so bad, I'LL TURN THE WHOLE DAMN SHIP AROUND!"

"IF I'M STUCK ON THIS GODDAMN SHIP FOR ANOTHER HOWEVER MANY WEEKS, I'M GOING TO LOSE MY CHANCE TO KILL THAT BASTARD, YOU FUCKIN SMARTASS." You pulled his goggles and let them snap against his head. "I need to find a ship and get after him!"

Kid rubbed his forehead. "Yeah?! And you think yer gonna find a crew?!" He couldn't hold himself back from adding, "That didn't work out well for ya the first time, did it, Rotten?"

The force with which you jumped over the table knocked him backwards out of his seat. Kid was easily the person who made you see red the fastest. "SHUT YOUR FUCKIN MOUTH!" Both of your hands together didn't fit around his neck. You pushed down with your full body weight, knees on either side of his chest. "STUPID FUCKIN THICK NECK TO HOLD UP YOUR STUPID FUCKIN BIG HEAD!" You growled out of frustration.

"FER MY BIG FUCKIN BRAIN," Kid cackled, slightly raspy from your grip. He wasn't even trying to stop you. His hands were behind his head, totally unbothered by your assault. That only served to make you more mad. Kid could tell you were about to really let him have it. Relenting, he admitted, "As much as I'm enjoying this, ya can calm yer pretty little ass down." Your eyes narrowed. "We're already in pursuit. Ya think I would let them get away with kidnapping my crew?"

"Why didn't you just say that?!" You eased up on your grip.

"And miss this view?" Kid snickered. He looked you up and down. "Yer hot when yer mad." He reached to grab your chin and you swatted his hand away. That didn't seem to phase him as the same hand grabbed your thigh. "If ya just scoot down a bit I got somethin for ya ta sit on," Kid licked his lips.

His grip released you quite quickly when you brought a fist full of armament haki down into his sternum. "Fuck you, Kid," you growled, watching him cough and roll around on the floor. You left his workshop just as huffy as you went in, though now you were conflicted. Now, you weren't sure if you were mad at him or not, if you were enemies or not, and worst of all, if you were horny for him or not. Him and his stupid fuckin big co-.

Quincy's vice-like embrace cut your thoughts off from going any further. "Y/N! You're okay!" She rocked you both back and forth until you gently pushed her back.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You smiled awkwardly at her. "Thanks for the concern. And you guys, all good?"

Quincy grinned, "Only thanks to you!" She grabbed your hand and pulled you to follow her. "Come on. We wanna show you something."

She tugged you along down to the women's quarters and very proudly presented an empty bunk to you. You gave her a questioning look.

"It's your bunk!" She was practically glowing.

"Oh... wow..." You didn't know what to say. You had no plans to stay here long-term, but you didn't want to disappoint her.

She rolled her eyes at you. "I know you're not staying." She put air quotes around 'not staying'. "Sleep here with us instead of alone up there." She added, with a sly grin, "Or in the captain's quarters."

You scoffed, "Absolutely not. He can kiss my ass."

"I bet you'd like that."

You shrugged. "Maybe I would," you stuck your tongue out at her playfully, before smiling. "Thanks, Quincy. That was... actually pretty nice of you guys."

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Sleep escaped you. Or maybe you were fighting it. The nightmares you used to have faded over time, and now they were back in full force with recent events. You leaned against Mini in the mouth of the skull at the ship's bow, staring out over the sea. The black waves lapped at the ship, the only sign of their presence was the sound of them against the wood and the occasional flash as the moon's light was reflected in your direction. A light, salty breeze sent shivers through you, though it wasn't uncomfortably cold. You didn't take your eyes off the horizon, waiting for the first glint of light or the first emergence of a shape that would mean you were closer to catching up with the enemy.

You had checked your log pose periodically, almost obsessively, to make sure the course of the ship was correct. You were in the weird limbo of being exhausted and yet not able to sleep in any meaningful way, maybe drifting off but waking up less than a second later. Settling on a semi-trance-like state, you rose and fell with Mini's breathing. The thoughts in your head kept circling back to all the ways you were going to make Giemsa suffer, all the ways you could prolong his agony.

Before long, the pink tongues of light that signified dawn licked at the sky. You squinted at the horizon, looking for any sign of a ship. Nothing.

Killer was on his way to the galley to make breakfast, noticing you as he did so. He caught Heat's attention as he came down from the crow's nest. It was shift change. Heat had been on night watch and would sleep after breakfast, while someone took his place in the crow's nest during the day. Killer gestured towards where you sat, "What's up with that?"

Heat shrugged, "She's been sitting there since midnight or so. Just sitting. Hasn't moved."

Killer nodded and dismissed him. He thought about asking you to help him in the kitchen, to get your mind off things, and perhaps for selfish reasons, too. However, after Kid had told him what transpired between the two of you, he figured you were probably still agitated. He didn't know you well, but he did know how much Kid irritated you. In fact, Kid would probably come bother you later on purpose specifically because he knew it irritated you. Killer sighed. He looked your way again before shaking his head and moving on to the kitchen.

Several times over the day, people came by to check up on what you were doing, but they were all deterred by the aura of wrath that sat heavily in the air around you. All but one, that is. Maybe he was even drawn in by it instead of deterred. You tried to ignore him, even though you knew he was there. He made it very hard by moving to stand directly in front of you, facing the sea, same as you were.

"Go. Away."

"Is that any way to talk to yer captain?" He said without turning to look at you.

"No. But you aren't my captain." Mini snorted, punctuating your sentiment. "Get out of the way. I can't see."

Now, he turned to face you, leaning against the railing. "Yer seein the only thing that matters, doll."

You knew he wasn't gonna move. He was trying to make you mad on purpose. It took a considerable effort not to play into his hand. "Whatever." You moved a few feet away from him to stand at the railing and continue your watch.

Kid pulled a flask out and took a drink. He swished it towards you, "Want some?"

The offer was tempting. "No, I want all my senses sharp when I pull his heart out through his ass."

A bellowing laugh came from Kid. "Ya think yer gettin him first? Not a chance in hell. He's mine."

Your head whipped to look at him, "Excuse me?"

"He took my crew. He's mine."

This time, he wasn't even deliberately trying, though you were pissed now. "I know you're fucking joking." You took a step towards him, fist balled like you were prepared to swing, and you were. "He's mine. I've been after him for far longer than you and for a better reason," you snarled.

"And what reason would that be?" Kid challenged.

You turned back towards the sea and said nothing. Your nails dug into the railing. That part of you was for only you to know. Kid was far from the first person you would open up to about that. You channeled your anger back into thinking about all the ways you were going to eviscerate Giemsa.

Kid stood there facing you, watching the knuckles on your hands turn white and your jaw setting. "Fine." Kid said shortly. "Ya get first and last." He held a hand out to shake on it.

That was a shock. "What's the catch?" You were hesitant to accept this strange change of heart.

Kid looked away and waved his hand dismissively. "Nothin. S'only cuz ya saved my crew."

You nodded. That's basically a "thank you". You turned back to the water, without shaking his hand.

He looked around to make sure no one saw him stand there awkwardly holding his hand out and quickly ran his hand through his hair. Kid lingered for a minute longer before turning to leave.

"Kid."

He looked back with a grunt, expecting some smartass remark. The captain grinned, however, when he saw that your finger was pointed in the direction of the horizon, where the faintest dot of a ship sat.

#sorry this took so long! work was busy af #marooned #kid x reader x killer #one piece #killer x reader #massacre soldier killer #eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #x reader #next chapter is planned to be spicy AND gory #possibly at the same time?#hope y'all don't mind

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hearts4youz · 4 months

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The Captains Daughter- Chapter 18

A/N: Thank you all for readinggg!! this one took awhile to come out so thank you for being patient with me :D

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Ghost's pov It's been a few days… I have not spoken to Y/N once. I feel terrible as she spends less time with me. Occasionally offering a sad, guilt filled smile in the mess hall or at meetings. I haven't shown up for training in days, I wonder if she still waits for me at the gym. I hate to say it but I miss her. Even though I feel so bitter and cranky this time of year. I've never felt this for anyone. Being around Y/N makes me feel good. It makes this job feel less like a job. It sounds cliche but it's true. This morning, I find myself walking to where Y/N and I usually train. I straighten my shoulders and put on a serious face as I walk in. I expect Y/N to not be there, but Instead I am greeted with the sight of her pretty face breaking into surprise as I enter. I try my best to keep my eyes void of emotion, although I want nothing more than to hold her and whisper apologies into her ear. "Good morning Lieutenant," she says respectfully as she stands at attention. My gaze softens. "Y/N…" "About the other day, I shouldn't have yelled at you. I just…" I can't believe I'm about to tell her this "I don't know how to deal with this… your kindness." She looks up at me questioningly. "The guys don't usually question my behavior because that's just how dude's are, but you… You're changing me Y/N." I pause "I really enjoy your company, you don't piss me off… well, not as much as other people I guess," I smirk. She giggles. "I want to be a better person, I don't like how people are scared of me," I sigh as I finish. "Can I give you some advice?" She asks. "Mhm" "This might not make sense to you, but I think you should save Ghost for the battlefield and just be Simon for everyone else," "I don't follow," I say, confused. "Well, when I think of Ghost, I think of you in a fight. The huge guy with the skull mask and a gun. But Simon, Simon is you when you let loose. I haven't seen it much, but I like that version of you a lot better." I nod. "Okay… I think I get it." She changes the subject, "So, what do you have planned for training today?" "Hm, I think that's more of Ghost's thing, I'm Simon today," She beams at me with that radiant smile of hers, "You mean it?" "Yeah, It's time for a change," I say solemnly. Her and I walk out of the gym and into the hallway surrounded with a comfortable silence. We walk past the mess hall and break area and I notice something unusual. "What are they setting up over there?" I ask. "Oh, It's New Year's Eve so everyone who's off duty tonight is going to throw a party," She says softly, knowing the holiday topic is still sensitive. I surprise her with my answer, "Ah, I see… are you going?" "I guess so… why not?" We continue to walk in silence for a few moments. "You know… I think i'm going to go as well," I say finally. Her head tilts to the side and she raises her eyebrows, "Really!?" "…You know you don't have to go just because I suggested that you come out of your shell more often. I don't want you to get too overwhelmed." "I want to go, I should be getting out of my comfort zone more often." Y/N purses her lips, seemingly contemplating it. "Good, i'm glad," she smiles.

-Timeskip-

That night, I stood with Gaz and Soap having a beer while scanning the room for Y/N. "I wonder who Ghost could be looking for," Gaz joked to Soap, who snickered in response. I only rolled my eyes and looked down at my half empty drink. "Y'know LT, i'm glad you came, this is nice," Soap confesses. "It is, I like this more laid back you," Gaz agrees. "You can thank Y/N, she inspired it," I tell them. "Psht, of course she did." "You could get some action tonight… if you play your cards right," Soap says leaning in closer and lowering his voice. "Wha- I'm not… she wouldn't…" I sputter out, rapid fire. "Not like that, get ya head out the gutter!" I blush and chuckle. "What is it then?" "The captains on duty tonight, he won't be here to supervise his daughter, you could make a move," Soap shrugs. I bite my lower lip, realizing that this is the perfect opportunity to confess to Y/N "But, what if she rejects me, I still have to be able to look her in the eye in the morning," "Oh, for fucks sake! would you take a risk for once? live a little?" Gaz says, shaking his head. "Hey, I've never done this before! i'm nervous," I try defending myself. "LT's nervous? Ha! that's a first," Soap blurts, clapping me on the back. I ignore the rest of their gibes because I notice Y/N entering the room. Time seems to slow as she makes her way towards us in a sparkly silver mini dress. I feel my cheeks heat up beneath the mask as she flashes her signature smile when she sees us. I take in her hair and makeup, done to perfection. The heavenly scent of her perfume lingers in my nostrils when she stops and stands beside me. "Hey everyone," she says casually. I find myself lost in her beauty as she joins in the conversation, but as the night goes on, our group splits off. Gaz and Soap mingle with other people, I try to stick next to Y/N and talk with her, but she gets whisked off by someone every five minutes it seems like. Eventually I get overwhelmed, stepping outside and pressing my back up against the cold stone building. I fish around in my pocket for my cigs and a lighter. I put one in my mouth and thumb the lighter until I get it lit. I exhale deeply and watch my cold breath swirl up and away with the smoke. Maybe this was a bad idea after all… I think to myself. I watch the twinkling stars shift in the sky for awhile, It seems to calm my nerves. That, or the nicotine. I hear the sliding door open and close and peer at the person out of the corner of my eye. "Simon…?" the voice says. Y/N "Yeah, It's me," I gesture to her with my cigarette. "Is everything alright, I've been looking for you," she says softly. "Yeah… it's just a lot to take in I guess." "The party?" "The party, the people, the mindless, drunken talk." "Yeah, I get it." I turn to face her and she still looks beautiful as ever, her mascara smudged slightly onto her upper eyelid. Lipstick worn off, the remnants of it staining the glass of the drink in her hand. Her breath has a slight tinge of alcohol to it as she speaks. I notice the redness in her face, I can't help but think it could be me for a moment but then I look down at her. "Ah shit, you don't even have a coat on… here, take mine," I insist. "No, it's alright… I just got out here. Besides, wouldn't you be cold." "Just take it," I say, holding it out to her. "My father only taught me a few things that were worth a shit, being a gentleman is one of them." She reluctantly takes the jacket and slings it over her shoulders, thanking me. The heavy fabrics envelop her frame, her legs are still exposed. I have half a mind to bring her inside but then she starts talking. "Happy new year," she says quietly. I check my phone and see that it is indeed past midnight. "Happy new year, Y/N."

#cod 141 #cod mw2 #captain price #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost cod #task force 141 #cod ghost #cod x reader #ghost call of duty #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #soap #john soap mactavish #dad!price

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quitealotofsodapop · 2 months

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TMKATI AU Wukong accidently spawning pig ears every now and then. Only seems to happen when around Pigsy for extended periods of time or when he's looking for dad flavored validation. Pigsy at first thinks he's being mocked and complains to his husband. Tang subtly asks Wukong about the ears in private just to find out Wu had NO IDEA he was doing it! Pigsy is crying. Years later, after Wu finally found out it was happening and actively tries not to bc thats embarrassing, he texts Pigsy an unsteady photo of little MK messing with his hair in a mirror oblivious to being watched, trying to shape a second ear with gel he found. Child is frustrated. Caption: "What the baby doin???"

Another photo of MK noticing his audience and lighting up. Caption: "Hold on, he's asking for help"

Last photo, half an hour later. Both Wukong and MK are in the photo. MK in his dad's lap with Wu's head on top of his, both beaming at the camera. Both sporting fuzzy "pig ears." Wukong's are the manifested ears from before, MK's are his natural bang and a second ear sculpted with hair and gel. Caption: "He didn't understand why he was the only one to 'inhawit' anything from Dadsy and why he was missing an 'ear', so we fixed it lol :P"

Pigsy is INCONSOLABLE

omg, Wukong's limited shapeshifting abilities manifesting when he's in an emotional state/mood is so based.

I feel like shapeshifting is *not* uncommon among demons, many use it to appear "more human" and fit in, or to hide blemishes or injury, or even just to fit inside buildings. But the side of it thats effected by the user's emotions is not 100% well known. It's like only seeing experts in sports or games, you have a hard time telling whats "Hard" or a "Beginner" move.

I'm imagining Pigsy and "Wu" cleaning up after a very busy and stressful day (first time Wu has ever handled a rush hour), and they're just chilling when a convo like this occurs;

Pigsy (wiping down the kitchen): "You didn't screw up." Wu, sweeping: "Huh?" Pigsy: "For someone who hasn't worked in the service industry for a long time, you did really good today. I'm proud of you." Wu, quietly smiling: "Thanks..." Wu: (*suddenly shapeshifts a pair of pig's ears*) Pigsy, confused: "Tf?? Was that intentional? Whatever, he's weird enough already." ₍ •̀ ⚇•́₎

Later he mentions it to Tang, a little offended thinking Wu could have been mocking him, only for the scholar to point something out;

Tang: "Wait. You said he spawned pig ears when you told him you were proud of him?" Pigsy: "Yeah! He didn't even comment on it or nothin'! He just finished cleaning, still with the ears on!" Tang, thinking: "Well it's said that demons who use shapeshifting a lot can glitch out when they feel strong emotions." Pigsy (rarely uses shapeshifting): "Huh?" Tang: "Yeah. You telling Wu that you were proud of him probably meant a lot to him, and his magic responded by trying to mimic you." Pigsy: "Why??" Tang, shrugging: "I dunno. The article I read said it most often occurs in interspecies adoption since kids want to *be* like their parents and- Piggy are you crying?!" Pigsy: (*emotional at the realisation that Wu likely sees him as a father figure and/or role model*) "No." (*Lie*)

Macaque witnesses Wukong do this one day and just snickers. Him and Nezha are just quietly betting on how long it'll take for Wukong to even notice that his normal monkey ears now have a permanent "flop" to them, like a pig's ear.

At least until Nezha looks at himself in a mirror and notices that his regular tiny red face markings have spread into a suspiciously familiar... heart-shape. He clams up about any emotional shapeshifting after that.

I am just adoring the phone scenario with MK thinking his hair bang was him inheriting Pigsy's ears, it's so cute! X3

And the baby isn't shy about shapeshifting either. Pigsy and Wukong were super-confused when they went into the resturant one day and saw a little brown piglet standing there - only to both scream with amazement/pride when they realised that MK had manifested his first ever *full* transformation.

On the flip-side Macaque has been accidentally spawning fox ears and extra tails for centuries since his biggest parental figure was Jiuweihuli - who like her title indicates, is a nine tailed fox. He mostly has it under control, but the extras tend to "pop out" when he's being very catty or mischievious.

The vixen warns Macaque about flagrantly shapeshifting or "You'll get stuck like that" as any mother does like to a kid pulling a silly face.

When MK is born with three tails (like his kaiju form), Jiuweihuli smugly declares herself correct - after sobbing with joy after meeting her adoptive grandbaby.

#gif warning #the monkey king and the infant #the monkey king and the infant au #sun wukong #lmk pigsy #lmk tang #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #lmk jiuweihuli #lmk mk #qi xiaotian #lmk nezha #freenoodles being parents #shadowpeach being parents

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lostonehero · 2 months

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Ok fuck cannon for both series mech tma au

Also mech Martin as a treat

"W-wait." Jonny stopped holding up his hand before Nastya could set the dimension hop.

"The great Jonny d'Ville stuttering? Never thought I would see the day." Nastya rolls her eyes. "What's wrong? You want to get Martin, right?"

"I..." Jonny sighs and looks at Tim and then back to the rest of the crew and eventually Nastya. He fishes out a pair of glasses from his pocket.

"Smarts Jonny." Ivy raised her brow.

Jonny sighs and crosses his arms. "Tim and I have other versions of ourselves in that universe."

"So?" Raphaella quirks her brow. "Extra parts to experiment with."

"Not exactly." Jonny takes a breath. "Any universe or reality doesn't like copies and to remedy that well... we won't be able to stay here." He starts to motion his hands as his tail starts to lash back and forth. "The reality has a way to correct this, and that is to physically fuse myself with my alter, and the same will happen to Tim. I literally have no idea what that will even do."

Brian tilts his head. "So what you're saying that that there is a chance you'll both dissapear?"

"Not exactly, but kind of." Jonny shrugs, removing his glasses. "Eh, it's whatever just wanted to warn you fucks. Tim and I agreed to go through it. We all were already fucked around with the promise of actual death and waking up before, and who knows Martin's world goes through a literal apocalypse so that will be fun."

Tim nods. "We both have bets going on about how it works. I also get to go to a less advanced version of where I'm from. I really want to see what's that like. Also, I saved Bertie, and he got a long life, so I'm honestly fine with a true death."

Raphaella looks at both of them. "If both of you truly die, can I do an autopsy of your bodies to see what came over?"

"Why the fuck not? I don't give a shit I'll be dead." Jonny hums and raises a brow at Ashes. "What?"

"You'll be human." Ashes motions vaguely to his obvious status as not human.

"Huh." Jonny scratches his stubble. "I'll miss my tail if I remember any of it."

Tim snickers. "I'll be fine."

Ivy smirks. "What if your alternate has short hair?" She pauses. "Also, I want earth books."

"I have a new fear." Tim sighs.

Nastya pauses. "Are you sure?"

TS smiles. "I Think They Already Agreed. Bring Me Back A Earth Cat."

"You heard them let's fucking go." Jonny reached out and grabs Tim's hand. "I ain't living for the rest of time without Blackwood."

"Neither I am." Tim nods. "All speed ahead."

Nastya sighs. "This is a terrible idea, but if both of you still remain, I suppose stopping the apocalypse would please Aurora..... oh hmmmm." She puts the ship full throttle, and in an instant, Jonny and Tim vanish.

......

Martin woke up on his back, which honestly is the weirdest way he could wake up second to the alarm on his... he knew the word for the thing, but he couldn't recall it. He barely fumbled to turn off that obnoxious noise. What was a much more pressing manner was the fact his body was wrong, well correct but that was wrong. He can't recall when he had normal legs and feet... he could, but he would much rather forget the time before the good doctor got her hands on him. He was abnormal for a mechanism since his mechanism was organic in nature his lower half was that of a spider. Of course, he didn't hate it he wanted something different after that.

Ok, at the time, he thought himself a monster and tried to kill himself a multitude of times. He grew out of it. Obviously, it would have been a bleak eternity otherwise. He had a vague feeling of where he was, but the word peaches and worms came to mind. He kind of knew what that meant, but he was more so annoyed that this afterlife was basically before he became a mech. He had to figure out what he was doing.

Maybe if he went too... uh oh right the Magnus Institute, that's when he worked a normal job on earth. This was earth he hoped it wasn't in his head that this was some elaborate death dream because that would be a first. He should try to recall more of this if he is ever going to get through this weird afterlife. He hoped it was an afterlife because if not it meant that he wasn't dead, and he didn't want to do that without Jonny and Gunpowder Tim, and of course, the rest of the crew.

He got showered after figuring out the old-fashioned shower and got dressed in familiar clothes he didn't want to remember. He knew he had to remember, but he really didn't want to. He knew how this world worked. Public transport was easy, and soon, he arrived at the very institute that set everything in motion. What's that saying like a hover bike? Or a bicycle? He will remember what to do and go through the motions.

"You're late." A pretentious pompous voice sneered at Martin.

Martin paused, staring at the man studying him, and he reminded him of Jonny, and a name spilled from his lips. "Jon?"

"Did you hit your head on your way here? Of course I'm Jon." The short man shoved a stack of papers in his arms. "Get through these and try not to fall behind."

Martin frowns and takes the stack of statements. He knew they were statements. Some real some fake, and he had an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach that this wasn't the afterlife. He sat at his desk and stared at a computer, which he didn't recall the password for, and just started to read. He couldn't think about who he saw by him.

"Geez Marto, you ok?" That was Tim, not gunpowder, but Stoker. He was rubbing his eyes, but it was still him.

Martin knew the moment he saw her not corrupted by a thing that wore her skin poorly he might add he knew he wasn't in the afterlife and his death was a fucking lie. He wanted his final death with the rest of them. Did they also wake up before they became? Before the doctor got a hold of them? He takes a breath and sighs. "I'm fine." He forced himself to say. He noticed Tim was bleeding around his eyes. He chose to get up and wet some napkins to help.

"Tim, you really should see a doctor for that." Sasha frowns.

"I'm fine it's probably from my contacts. I'll wear my glasses, and the problem should clear up." Tim gives finger guns as his eyes water.

Martin sighs. "Tim, you're crying."

"Not emotionally." Tim snickers at his joke. "I'm fine. I probably just need rest and to get new contacts." His eyes stop watering after a moment, but it doesn't stop him from rubbing them like they ached.

Martin wasn't convinced, but he knew better than to push it normally got him shot or someone crying in his arms. He knew that didn't matter here. This place wasn't.... he wasn't home. "I'll make some tea for everyone."

"Thank you, Martin." Tim smiles as he rubs his eyes.

"Amazing as always." Sasha smiles.

Martin nodded and distracted himself with making tea. It didn't last long enough as he gave out the tea. He stepped into Jon's office, and he raised a brow at the scene he walked into. Jon was sitting on his knees in a chair not built for that position. "I made you some tea."

Jon nods, rubbing at his chest. "Right."

Martin paused and decided to push his luck. "Why are you sitting like that?"

Jon scowls and takes his mug of tea, and takes a sip. "My lower back aches, and it is worse if I sit normally. My painkillers haven't kicked in."

"Ah, alright, just be careful, alright." Martin smiles, hoping he was acting enough like he did before.

.....

Tim groans as he stares at the bottle of eye drops the doctor gave him. It did literally nothing. His eyes ached and burned, and no matter what he did, the pain wouldn't go away. It's been two weeks, and it's only gotten worse, and he hasn't been able to do anything to relieve it.

He used the heels of his hand and pressed them into his eyes for any sort of relief that wouldn't come. Doctors couldn't find anything wrong and called him basically crazy because there was nothing wrong with his eyes. He knew something was wrong. He knew something was happening.

Tim was desperate. If the eye pain wasn't enough, he was starting to have weird dreams of a man with mechanical eyes. They would talk, and Gunpowder, the other guy picked that name. Don't ask him why it suited him. The memories... no dreams, he keeps having to correct himself. The dreams Gunpowder tells him are his memories, and he apologizes for them all the time. At one point, these memories became his own, but the only thing it did was make Gunpowder more solid in his mind.

Tim liked Gunpowder he was kind and a bit odd, but he didn't feel alone. He hasn't felt seen or known since his brother. Fuck he really missed Danny.

"You have his memories."

Tim nearly fell backward. That was Gunpowder, but he was awake if the pain was anything to say about that. His eyes scanned the small bathroom, searching for the source of the voice, but he didn't see anything. Maybe he was hearing things. The statements were probably getting to him.

Tim sighs and shuts the lights off, and heads to the couch. He just needed to sleep, that's all. Sleep came quickly these days, and he woke up not in Gunpowder's memories but to a futuristic bedroom. He knew this place from some more steamy memories from Gunpowder. Speaking of him, he was lounging in the bed holding a bottle that no longer had labels.

Gunpowder flicked his mechanical eyes to glance at Tim. His long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and a pair of goggles was around his neck. He held up the bottle. "Shit doesn't do much in here but wants some?"

Tim shook his head as he approached and sat on the edge of the bed. "Did you say something?"

"When you started to spiral? Yeah." Gunpowder sits up, putting the bottle aside. "I'm not as well versed in this theoretical nonesense as Jonny is, but I think it's almost complete." He reached his hand out, and Tim allowed him to grab it. "Soon we'll be together awake and asleep, probably when my eyes finally form. Again, sorry about the pain."

"I don't think I'm able to believe you." Tim had that sinking feeling of dread that he knew Gunpowder was right. "Why?"

"We wanted to save our third to complete us." Gunpowder pulls his hand away. "Eternity isn't great when you're missing someone that helps complete you. We were also promised an apocalypse, and that did sound fun."

"Love is a good reason." Tim wanted to reach out again but refrained. "So would you be able to take over like a ghost?"

Gunpowder laughs. "I ain't no ghost, but maybe again, Jonny knows more about this bullshit than I do."

Tim nods and gets up approaching the door.

"Are you sure?"

"If what you say is true, I might as well know more about you." Tim opened the door and vanished into memories that weren't his own.

Gunpowder picked the bottle up again and sighed. "I wonder if Jonny is having a good time."

.....

Jon felt even worse, he however did not go to the doctor even at Martin insistent, he was acting odd more so than normal, and it made his work even worse. He stripped off his shirt and pants, then finally his binder and groans. The red spot on his lower back right on his tailbone he could pass off as bug bite, now ballooned into a throbbing red mass that was completely solid to the touch.

He really wanted to keep ignoring it, but he felt something move under his skin, and it scared him half to death. Every part of him felt wrong, to his privates they were extra sensitive more so then when he started T to his ears that were bright red and painful, to his head that he can feel growing bumps on his head. The worst of it was his chest, his heart was constantly beating erratically, and he could swear he heard a ticking like a metronome in his chest. Everything was wrong, and yet he just crawled into his bed.

No to Jon, the worst part were these dreams that were nothing but fiction, and this Jonny character was a idiot, a violent obnoxious idiot. Jonny talked to him. He purposely argued with him and teased him. That ass was crude and didn't have a fucking care in the world the complete opposite of himself. He was some vile creature that probably spawned from the statements he read.

Jon bit down on his pillow, he moved wrong, and his sensitive privates sent nerves and sparks through his body. He was asexual he shouldn't have these desires, and he shouldn't be thinking about his coworkers in this matter. Why the fuck was Martin a spider creature it scared him but also thrilled him and he hated these thoughts. Tim was mostly the same, but his hair was long, and his eyes were machines. He blamed Jonny for all of this. But he wasn't real his mind just wanted someone to blame.

That obnoxious crazed laughter rang in Jon's ears. He groaned, spitting out his pillow. "Leave me alone, you annoying hallucination." That only earned him harder laughter. He gave a frustrated yell into his pillow. He refused to listen to the just jerk off from Jonny and grabbed sleeping pills from his draw, and hoped for a dreamless sleep, which he knew was futile. He kept seeing memories that weren't his of some nonesense syfy fan wet dream. Jonny wasn't real, and what he saw wasn't real either.

.......

Sasha moved closer to Tim. "Eyes still bothering you?" She motions to his the dark sunglasses you couldn't see his eyes through.

Tim nods. "Yeah, doctors aren't helping. They feel like they're going to pop." He sighs. "Do you know what's up with boss man?"

Sasha shrugs. "I was going to ask about Martin. He seems more lost than normal, and he seems less jumpy but even more depressed? I don't know he keeps avoiding me every time I try to press."

"I can talk to him if you talk to Jon about his attitude. I watched him yell at Martin first 10 minutes, and Martin just took it with a smile like he didn't care." Tim frowns, rubbing his eyes his vision was getting blurry, and he could feel something wet drip down from his face.

"Eye drops first, you're crying again, and it's not clear." Sasha hands him a tissue. "I'll go talk to Jon."

"You're the best, Sasha." Tim smiles and rushes off to the bathroom. He barely makes it inside when his vision goes dark. He can only whimper in shock as fresh pain blooms where his eyes should be. A wet substance drips down his cheeks, and he barely registers hands on his shoulder, guiding him to sit on the ground.

Soft hands carefully remove the black glasses and a soft curse on his lips from a voice Tim knows, but he can't focus or see who said that. He could feel a wet cloth wipe whatever was on his face.

"Tim, you gotta breathe." That was Gunpowder. He sounded so clear, like he was right next to him. "I know it hurts, but you have to let the machines build themselves. It's actually really neat to watch."

The soft hands were done cleaning his face as he let out a sigh at the loss of touch. And a flash of light burned, and then he heard a soft click like that of a camera and a softer moving of machines like a soft roll. His vision came back way too fast, and suddenly, it was too perfect, and he saw too much. He saw a familiar sweater connected to a man leaning over him. "M-martin?" Of course it was Martin his hands were soft... he didn't know why he thought of them like a cat's paw.

"Blackwood!" Gunpowder gasps.

Martin takes the spoiled hand towel and puts it in his back pocket. "Tim, can you focus on me?"

The soft whirl of machines and Tim was looking at Martin. "What happened?" He could see the hand towel and had a few theories on what the stains were.

Martin smiles softly, and Tim feels calmer.

"Feels safe into the den of the spider." Gunpowder hums. "Do you mind if I just uh..."

Tim barely registered what happened until he was in the spot where Gunpowder was. He saw his body move without him, and he just watched unable to process until it clicked what had happened. "Oh." He watches Martin tilt his head as Gunpowder looks up at him, then he feels a stinging pain as Martin hits them.

Gunpowder holds his cheek and looks to Tim, realizing they both felt it.

Martin takes a breath. "You didn't heed any of my warnings."

Gunpowder smiles staring up at Martin.

Martin falters, and he moves and sits down next to him on the bathroom floor. "Is...?"

"Yeah, Tim's here." Gunpowder hums. "Don't think he made the connection yet."

"That is a given." Martin pulls his knees up. "I haven't.... yaknow, and I'm worried when I do..."

"You won't be able to hide." Gunpowder nods and reaches out to Martin. "Aha, he made the connection."

Martin smiles softly, interlocking his fingers with Tim. "Yeah, a lot of shit happened. Welcome to the madness of it."

"Oh, we're well past madness and circled back round to sanity." Gunpowder chuckles, taking the glasses back. "Talk later?"

Martin nods and watches Tim return to his body. "Are you ok?"

Tim blinks. Well, he thinks he blinks, but he's pretty sure he doesn't have eyelids anymore. "I uh... I think so." He paused. "So where's the spider parts? Don't tell me my shared memories and adult fantasies are a lie."

Martin chuckles. "Oh, you're both horrible. Ask Gunpowder, you ass." He gets up and holds out his hand. "Come on, we have to get back to work before Jon throws another fit."

Tim nods, getting up with Martin's help. "Seriously though, where are the spider bits?"

"I don't actually know, and I don't want to test dying to see if they come back." Martin sighs.

"Ah, fair enough." Tim continues to hold Martin's hand. "I uh...you know what happens..."

Martin frowns. "Tim, for me, it's been well over a few thousand years. My memory isn't perfect. I remember what my mind thinks are the important bits, but I've really tried to forget this happened. The ending isn't a good one." He sighs. "We can talk after work, in the tunnels."

"Tunnels?" Tim raised his brow following Martin, never unlocking their hands.

......

Martin pulled Tim back as emts rushed out with a stretcher. "Who got hurt?"

Sasha rushed over. "I went to check on Jon, and he... he was bleeding, and he was barely breathing. I called the ambulance, and they rushed him to the hospital."

Tim frowns. "Is he ok?"

"I don't know." Sasha gives a soft gasp as Martin pulls her into a hug.

"Hey, you did the right thing. Jon will be fine." Martin smiles softly. "We can visit him after our shift. I'm sure he wouldn't mind visitors."

Sasha hugs him back. "You're right. You're right. He probably knew something was wrong and refused to see a doctor."

Tim sighs. "That does sound like Jon." He paused for a moment. "I, uh yeah, back to work."

Sasha nods, wiping her eyes and pulling away from Martin. "I'm sure he'll appreciate a cleaner archive when he gets back."

Martin nods. "Of course, that sounds great." He grabs Tim's arm. "Tim and I can grab some boxies and start moving things around."

"Oh, that's great." Sasha smiles, watching them leave.

.....

"Why did you grab me?" Tim raised his brow.

"So I think I know what happened to Jon." Martin frowns.

Tim paused, and his demeanor changed, and he sags his shoulders. "Oh, this is not going to be good."

"No, it's not." Martin sighs. "Fuck everything has changed now."

"So, did we do it?" Gunpowder raised his brow.

Martin snickers. "Yeah, not even close. We both know that gods won't take this lying down even if it's Jonny."

"Eh, worth a shot." Gunpowder shrugs. "Blackwood has told me enough to know what Jon ends up as I'll explain later."

.....

Elias adjusts his tie and smiles, looking over his archivist. The unfortunate nature of the Flesh and Stranger working together does have this outcome. Of course, he can pull all the strings needed to have this little incident swept under the rug and tied in a neat bow. He smiles softly, watching him wake up. "Are you alright, Jonathan? You've given us all quite the scare." He stops seeing a scowl that isn't Jon's normal one on his lips.

Jonny's mouth felt like it was full of cotton, and his head was fuzzy, and Jon's nagging didn't exactly help him either. His gaze moved up to the man in a suit. He looked like a prick, an obnoxious wealthy prick. Jon was yelling at him that's his boss and don't fuck this up. Of course he wouldn't fuck this up he knew how to act proper and can copy Jon's boring ass. If he could just focus.

"Jonathan, are you alright? You may have hit your head on the way down. You're on some painkillers." Elias smiles, leaning over him.

Jonny furrows his brows. He hated painkillers and always took the fun out of pain and violence. "...fuzzy..." He managed to mumble. His tolerance to painkillers was null and void due to his affection for actual pain. Couldn't he just get Jon's tolerance and not just the fun new parts to explore. He scowls again at the man above his bed, he wanted to rip that smile off his face.

Elias chuckles softly. "Painkillers will do that, and you're not even on that heavy of a dose. I'm sure your coworkers will be visiting you soon. Hopefully, you'll feel better by then."

Jonny grits his teeth. He had a few choice words for that pompous ass.

"You can't kill him." Jon looked drowsy floating next to him.

At least Jonny wasn't the only one suffering in this cushioned hell. He huffs and turns his head.

Jon chuckles. "Don't be mad. You've got control." He was very out of it. He felt the same effects Jonny was. "What's.... what is uh...." He blinks, unable to form a coherent thought.

Jonny huffs and can't fight the feeling of sleep overtaking him.

......

"So Gunpowder Tim cut a bloody path...." Jonny stops, noticing that his head finally felt clear enough and reciting old ballads of his friends wasn't needed. He looked down at Jon, who was staring at him. He floated down to lay next to Jon. "What's with that look? I already explained our situation to you at nauseum."

Jon scowls, looking away. He then makes a vague motion, unable to explain why he suddenly felt wrong.

Jonny raised his brow. "You've got my dick. Ain't you special."

Jon scoffs, but his face is turning red because he feels that is true. "No..." He huffs.

Jonny paused, watching Jon get frustrated. He didn't feel like sharing in that. He learned early in that they shared emotions, and he had to get used to feeling things that weren't his own. It was honestly worse than Nastya, making him feel Aurora emotions. "I can tell you."

Jon felt himself be pushed out from his body as Jonny took control. He scowls but sighs, watching and feeling Jonny's own emotions. "So? What's wrong with m- us?"

Jonny scowls. "They cut off my fucking tail! It's a fucking bitch to grow that back." He raised his ands and feels around his forehead. "Good, they didn't cut them too short. Actually, I like them short, so this isn't an issue... I'm narrating for you Jon be grateful."

Jon raised his brow. "You can't hear my thoughts?"

"Can you hear mine?" Jonny spits back.

"Fair point." Jon sighs. "Are we ok?"

"Fuck if I know. Everything is new, raw, and sensitive. My dicks never been this fucked before." Jonny growls as he is forced back out by Jon.

"D-Dont do that." Jon pulls the blanket over his body.

Jonny shrugs, not understanding Jon. "Whatever, we just have to adjust." He pauses for a moment, pointing at Jon. "This is earth, right?"

"Yes?" Jon raised his brow.

"Tim and Blackwood always referred to me as a cowboy. What's a cow? I don't think I've ever seen an earth cow."

Jon blinks. "But you have parts like a bull."

"Wait, I thought it was called cows." Jonny returned a confused look.

Jon shakes his head. "Alien, right, you're an alien. You don't know human er earth animals. Cows don't have sharp teeth like you, but uh, bulls are basically male cows, but cows are the general term used."

"Can I see what they look like?" Jonny floated to lay next to Jon.

"Yeah, when I get my phone." Jon paused. "Are you upset I wasn't born a man?"

"Why would I care? You've got my dick now, and I have a new hole to play with. This is a win for me." Jonny shrugs and raised his brow feeling relief pour from Jon.

"Thank you." Jon says quietly.

"Ok?" Jonny shrugs floating to look around the hospital room.

......

Sasha slams on the breaks. "Tim what the fuck."

Tim's eyes clicked and whirled. He was told only he could hear this by Gunpowder. Well, both can hear since they share a body. He reaches for his glasses and realizes he took them off because his ears were bothering him. He could feel the look from Gunpowder and Martin on him. "It's a long story."

Sasha rocketed to a spot to park, and she twisted her body to the back seat. "Tim explain now!"

Martin bites his lip and blurts out. "It's my fault. I'm supposed to be dead, both me and Gunpowder. Promised an end to eternity, and it was a farce and I'm back here like this, and I really tried to forget about this part of my life. I mean for fucks sake you die and get replaced Sasha and none of us notice for a year because of how it worked. Tim dies in an explosion, destroying the circus, and that isn't to mention the fucked up paranoia from Jon and extreme levels of fucked up creatures that I mean now I can look back at and laugh but you can't you're mortal. I mean, these are fear gods, so I mean they will get to you eventually."

Gunpowder grabs Martin's hand. "Martin, that's enough. The only reason Jonny knew about my past was because he was playing soldier and was with me. You don't have to..." He stops as Martin waves him off.

"No, it's fine. Tim and Sasha deserve to know." Martin sighs. "I'll tell you what I can remember it has been a few thousand years since I've been through this."

.....

Sasha swallows. "I believe you."

Martin blinks. "Why?"

"I've had a bad feeling, and I knew Gertrude didn't just go missing." Sasha then points to Tim. "Also look at his fucking eyes Martin that's pretty good evidence."

Gunpowder nods.

Martin gives a nervous smile. "I'm sorry I've gotten used to things over the years. I like Tim's eyes."

"Yeah, yeah, don't boast his ego." Sasha puts her seat belt back on. "So keep your glasses on Tim. We're going to visit Jon if the same thing happened to him like you."

"It's equally as possible. Jon worked himself into a delusional state and just hurt himself." Martin shrugs.

Tim blinks back in control. "That's really dark."

"No, no, Martin has a point." Sasha starts the car again. "Remember that incident in research."

"I tried to forget, but I see your point." Tim sighs, putting his glasses back on.

Martin sighs. "Hopefully that isn't the case."

.....

Jon shifted uncomfortably as he sat up. Jonny wasn't lying. The tail thing was incredibly uncomfortable and annoying. He stared at the hospital food in front of him and was told he couldn't leave till tomorrow. He hated hospital food, and he hated hospitals.

"Stop pouting." Jonny rolls his eyes. "I can feel your emotions and pouting won't get you nowhere."

"Oh, then what can I do? Please enlighten me." Jon scowls taking a bite of his peas.

"For one, actually eat. How the fuck are you in such shit condition? Do you even know what fun is?" Jonny shook his head. "You can't do shit without meat on your bones, and you look half starved. You're a fucking disaster."

Jon continues to scowl, not saying a word.

The door opens to his room.

"Blackwood!" Jonny floats through him, trying to tackle him. "Fuck."

Martin smiles softly as Tim and Sasha follow behind him. "We wanted to make sure you're ok."

"You gave me a scare, Jon." Sasha crosses her arms. "You need to learn how to take a break, or at least see a doctor."

Tim was odd wearing sunglasses that completely hid his eyes, but he knew Tim was having trouble with his eyes. "You look awful."

Jon can't help but give a soft smile. "Just wasn't paying attention and hit my head." He motions to the bandages around his head and ears.

"Don't lie to Blackwood. That man can see through any lie you spit." Jonny crosses his arms. "Besides, I bet you control of my choosing that Gunpowder is in your Tim."

Jon ignores him. "Ah you didn't have to bring me anything."

Martin smiles softly as he pulls out a chocolate slice of cake. "It's just some chocolate cake. I mean, you don't have to have it..." He stops as Jon's demeanor changes in an instant as he pushes his food aside.

Jon was forced out and watched Jonny make grabby hands.

"Give it here, Blackwood." Jonny huffs. "Don't you fucking tempt me."

Martin's expression changed, and Jon could feel a shiver down his back. "You and your sweet tooth." He tisks, placing the slice down.

Jonny grabs the container. "Fuck you." He huffs and has enough decency to use a fork. "Your fucking lucky I have to fix this body or I would end you."

Jon watches Tim snicker. "You lost height!" His snickers turn to giggles.

"Piss off." Jonny scoffs.

Sasha raised her brow. "How did you know the cake would work?"

"d'Ville only has one craving he can't quit, and it ain't cigarettes." Gunpowder smirks, taking off his glasses, revealing his mechanical eyes.

Jonny scowls. "Oh fuck you. I don't deny myself pleasures like you."

"I have manners you lack." Tim spits back.

Martin chuckles and has a glint in his eyes and a sinister smile that again Jon can't tear his eyes from. "Now, both of you, that's enough." He moves closer and leans over Jonny. "How about you behave and finish all of your food, and maybe I'll convince the doctors to let you leave early?"

Jon can feel the tug, no the crashing wave of desire, and just pure love spill from Jonny, and if they had his tail, it would be wagging like a dog.

Jonny, for his part, nods eagerly. "It would be faster if you fed me." He purrs back.

Martin steps back. "Don't push your luck. I'm mad at you."

In a split second, that emotion was gone, replaced with annoyance. Jon had to shake his head from the whiplash.

"We agreed!" Jonny huffs stuffing his face with food. "It's not like you were there with your bleeding heart. You weren't there, I woke up after that bar in that... look, I'm not having this conversation."

Jon could feel a bubble of an emotion, one that he knew should leave unspoken. He remains quiet watching Martin.

Martin gaze didn't break, let alone change. He crosses his arms. "Did you do the same?"

Jonny swallows his final bite. "I can't say I wanted to change it, so I didn't."

Martin's gaze seems to finally soften. "Good, he didn't deserve forgiveness." He reached out and pat Jonny's shoulder. "That's my cowboy." He pauses. "What's with the frown?"

"They cut off my tail." Jonny sounded honest and small.

Jon was taken aback.

"I never said humanity was a kind species." Martin brushes a stray piece of hair out of Jonny's face. "It will grow back."

"Not the point." Jonny sighs. "How's your former mortal." His gaze shifted to Tim.

"Probably better than yours with the adjustment." Gunpowder slides his glasses back on. "You look like shit."

"Not my fault." Jonny mutters.

"Never said it was." Gunpowder muses. "Maybe you shouldn't have asked Martin for his story."

Martin rolls his eyes. "Just because you're bitter doesn't mean you get to drag me into this argument again." He walks by Sasha, grabbing her arm. "Would you like to hear more while they complain?"

Sasha nods. "Sure, why not." She follows Martin out of the room as he shuts the door behind him.

Gunpowder frowns. "Don't give me that look. I already got an earful from him, and to be fair, he warned both of us to wait. Now, why do you think this didn't happen the first time?"

"Aren't you just full of dumb questions." Jonny adjusts his glasses. "They were already dead and gone by the time we crossed the first time. This place was fine. I dunno Blackwood said it's been. I dunno fifty years since it ended and started again." He raised his brow at something Tim couldn't see. "You do know what apocalypse means, right? Right well that happened, and you died before I came here the first time."

Gunpowder waves his hand. "Jonny, stop, we both know what happened in the end. They don't know the full truth yet, neither of them."

Jonny frowns and stares at Tim. "How long do you think it will take till being the good guy gets old?"

"Who knows? We've never tried it." Gunpowder shrugs. "You should hold off on being honest about this world, as much as I know you like your stories and songs. Unless you want to deal with Jon."

Jonny waves him off. "Whatever, it doesn't matter now he'll learn as I will annoyingly to see his memories. Just let me figure this out, and as much as I hate to see you two on good terms compared to my situation. Just wait."

For what, Jon had no idea, but this Gunpodwer did, who nodded.

"Seriously though, figure something out with this Jon. You seriously look worse than when we were starving, as a competition." Gunpowder sighs. "Blackwood..." He looks through the door. "Yeah, he already convinced the doctors and nurses to let you go, and they are on their way. Enjoy your new home, alone." He smirks as he leaves.

Jon was flung back into his body, feeling Jonny fuming, but the other man was uncharacteristic silent. He had to think this over and what this actually meant. So he died the first time, but when and how? Before or after the apocalypse?

.......

He wasn't truly alone, not anymore. Jon sunk into his bed and opened his phone. "How did Martin even convince them to let me leave?"

"He's got a way of trapping people making them do what he wants." Jonny hums. "Now, show me a picture of a cow."

Jon wanted to press, but he quickly learned pleasing Jonny was the best way to get answers. He pulled up a picture of a cow and a bull and held it up.

Jonny was quiet studying the creatures he saw. He broke into a wide grin. "They look cute, don't they. Good cows."

Jon hums and sighs. "You said Martin told you what happens to this world. What happens? Why did he become one of you? What are you guys?"

Jonny frowns. "I rather not feel your stupid emotions." He scratches behind his ear. "You won't let this go. However, Blackwood warned me you were insistent, so I might as well spin you a tale." Suddenly, a harmonica appeared in his hands. "A tragic fate of star-crossed lovers doomed by forces beyond their control, and a man turned to a monster that was left in the ruins."

Jon listened to the haunting story on a soft melody. He learned how his coworkers, no his friends, died. How he roamed the wastelands the fears as the apocalypse he caused reigned, how Martin stayed by his side even though he caused this by being tricked. The story ended in a sharp blade.

Jonny stopped. "And you were no more as the pancoption crumbled the archive now, just a man taking his final breath. An ending driven by a man afraid of death and so willing to please a god who didn't care for him as nothing more than a tool. Blackwood crushed but was not dead. A familiar doctor just happened to be passing by the rubble. She wanted to try something new, just not machines anymore, something animalistic, something new. And so Blackwood became a monster a first of his kind." He stretches. "Immortality such a boring goal, isn't it? You would think you would want something more interesting."

Jon was speechless he couldn't string together thoughts.

Jonny frowns, feeling the rush of emotions. "Look..." He swallows and feels tears drip down his face. He was frustrated that he couldn't stop this. He hated emotions, and he hated being honest to himself, but Jon still viewed himself as mortal, and he won't be raw without his partners. He floated down beside Jon and let him cry. He couldn't stop it. The rush of emotions overwhelmed him.

Jon finally spoke. "How do I stop it?"

"Fuck if I know. I wasn't here. I heard the story from Blackwood." Jonny was purposely looking away from him. "You have to ask him, but we promised to play the good guys this time around, or well, until it gets boring."

"We're going to stop this." Jon tried to muster confidence he didn't have.

Jonny just sighs. "Go to bed. Watch some of my memories. If you don't start trying to fix your body, I will do it by force."

Jon pulls his blanket up and frowns. He falls into an unsteady sleep.

......

Elias raised his brow, watching his archivist return to work. "Jonathan, I did tell you to take time to rest after yesterday." He had a smile and a silver tongue.

Jonny scoffs. "He's worse sober."

Jon smiles nervously. "I'm fine, Elias." He adjusts his hat covering his new sensitive ears. His tail had already started to grow back, and Jonny said it's a side effect of immortality, which Jon didn't believe in. It's supposed to be much longer than a cow's tail and semi prehensile. He wanted to test it but knew better than to try anything in public.

Elias frowns. "Now, Jon, I don't need you working yourself sick again." He knew the effects of the stranger and the flesh it probably hasn't hit the man yet, and he didn't want him breaking down having him explain the truth.

Jon frowns. "I'm fine, Elias. I know how to take care of myself. I'm going to get back to work."

Elias frowns, crossing his arms and watching Jon rush off to the archives . He raises his brow, and seeing the start of a tail, he is informed that it is cut off. It shouldn't be growing back this fast. He had a few connections to pull to get more information. He had no desire to pick another archivist nor start again.

......

"We should kill him." Jonny floats next to Jon, his tail lazily flicking behind him.

"Elias is my boss. I'm not going to kill him." Jon scowls as he hears Tim snickers. "Tim, that's enough."

Tim hums, Jon can see his hair is curling and is getting lighter than the black he has. "I don't think so, bossman. We think it's quite hilarious Jonny's on a leash."

Jon was pushed out as Jonny took control. "Oh go fuck yourself you fucking cunt." Jonny stomps off to Jon's office making it a point to slam the door.

Martin snickers from the entrance and refrains from explaining Elias can see them. Oh, that would be hilarious. Does he know Jon and Jonny are sharing a body, or does he think that the fears changed Jon? Either way, things have changed, and he wants to see Elias... no Jonah squirm with the unpredictability. Martin will force him to realize immortality is not worth it, and death is a gift. He silently walks to his desk and takes a seat.

"Enjoying the show?" Tim smirks. "We are."

"Oh, I'm enjoying something else." Martin smiles back.

"Already knitting a web, I see." Gunpowder nods. "I always enjoy the finished project."

Martin taps his fingers against his desk. "You know I think it's not a Web I rather not get mixed up with that particular fear I think I can recall the avatar is kind of a right bitch."

"Really? You have to explain the fear thing better because some of them just sound fun or fun to kill." Gunpowder smirks.

"Later, and Sasha already made a list." Martin points to Sasha sipping her coffee.

"You two share a body. Did you not pay attention when Tim was reading it?" Sasha raised her brow.

Tim huffs. "I couldn't figure out how to turn off the Xray vision on these damn eyes until like an hour before I slept." He had a slight blush on his cheeks. "Then the damn things wouldn't stop focusing on objects miles away."

Gunpowder took back control. "To be fair, I still have trouble controlling them. Human biology and mechanical parts tend to fight until they get into a rhythm. Also, I have like a million years of experience, and Tim does not."

Sasha frowns. "That sounds actually awful. Does Jonny have these problems?"

Gunpowder shrugs. "He never complains, and if he dislikes something, he's quite vocal. I think he uses the ticking as a metronome."

Martin nods. "As boney as he is, he's very nice to sleep too. The ticking is quite soothing." He sighs. "Granted, I won't be able to enjoy any of that for a long while, I reckon."

"Shit, I remembered that this isn't a desert planet." Gunpowder pauses. "Jonnys going to be a little bitch."

"Why?" Sasha raised her brow.

"Jonny's originally from a mostly desert planet, so his tail ears and horns were basically made to keep him cool. Even the nights were hot, so he doesn't exactly have any defenses against the cold, and he makes his complaints known as Gunpowder said." Martin hums. "Although he loves the snow and rain."

"We never said the man made sense." Gunpowder shrugs, letting Tim back in control.

Sasha tilts her head. "What was the planet like that you're from?"

"Gunpowder is from the earth of a different dimension." Tim taps his pen against his desk and adjusts his glasses. "He did however blow up the moon."

"Now you're just fucking with me." Sasha rolls her eyes and heads back to her desk.

Martin chuckles. "Don't feel bad about it. In this time, we've barely had any people on the moon."

"See, I told you!" Tim huffs. "He wouldn't listen to me or the facts I provided."

"Tim, you have to understand where we're coming from. We lived on a spaceship." Martin hums heading to his desk to start working.

Tim sighs. "Still annoying."

.....

Martin stares at the bloody fingernails in the sink. He knew his luck was running out. His body wasn't going to wait till his first death. He could feel how tight his skin felt and how it was hard to walk to breathe. He wasn't scared to become what he was supposed to be, but it would make this so much harder. He flexed his hand, seeing the black claw nails start to poke through his flesh. He doesn't truly care he made peace ages ago with what the doctor made him.

Elias watched Martin with a curious gaze. He can feel the Beholder use his eyes to watch intently. He had a feeling in his gut something changed something twisted in the mere fabric of reality. He hasn't even checked on Jon since he arrived this morning, and the Beholder agreed that something more interesting was happening. Martin was unassuming and predictable, but this was new, and he wanted to know why. He wasn't an avatar, and that also fueled his curiosity. How is he changing without one of the fears?

Martin rubbed his eyes and sighed. He had time, and he had time to prepare. He wanted Jonny. He just wanted that soft ticking, Gunpowder could soothe his anxieties, but Jonny was a comfort. Sure, the man was brash rude and a devil, but he was his, and that was enough. Gunpowder wouldn't touch him till Tim was fully on board with him, and Martin respected that. Hell he was fucking happy with that. Jonny, however, was a mystery, Jon was tighter lipped, and he knew how long it took for Jon to even understand his emotions, let alone actually relie on others.

Martin gathered his fingernails from the sink and threw them out with a sigh. Maybe he could go to artifact storage to slow things. Well, that has just a likely chance to kill him. He doesn't care. Maybe he could convince Gunpowder and Tim to head to the tunnels properly. He finished washing his hands, not even flinching at the exposed nerves.

Elias's gaze intensified as he watched Tim enter the bathroom. More importantly, he removed his sunglasses, revealing new eyes. When did he get surgery? More importantly, how can he still see? He shut his eyes, and he was seeing from Tim's eyes.

Tim scratched his chin. "Martin, you alright?"

Elias saw a man in the mirror that wasn't Tim.

Martin sighs. "I'm fine." He stretches. "Just a bit achey, what about you?"

"I'm fine." Tim crosses his arms. "Ok, maybe not entirely fine, but I'm getting used to it."

The man in the mirror that wasn't Tim spoke and Elias could hear him.

"I know my scars aren't pretty, and I'm sorry." The not Tim sighs.

Tim shook his head. "Dude, I said it's fine." He turns back to Martin. "I'm more peeved about the hair than I am about the scars, and I still haven't agreed to grow it out."

Not Tim huffs.

Martin chuckles. "The two colors look good together, and if you don't grow it out, what else am I supposed to grab?"

Tim swallows, and Elias sees him in the mirror, and he figured it out that this not Tim was in control.

"Oh, don't tease the man. He doesn't understand the fun a simple act can do. Let alone one with those..." Not Tim stops staring at Martin's hand. "When?"

Martin huffs. "Gunpowder, it's fine. You know how you can't hide what the good doctor does to you. I'm fine. I just feel a bit stiff and uncomfortable, but it will pass."

Not Tim or Gunpowder, ridiculous name if you asked Elias. He smiles softly.

"Fuck the waiting, from what I've seen its going to be brutal and he shouldn't be alone..." Tim was speaking out loud now. "He shouldn't have to go through this by him....self... ah, you ass."

Martin raised his brow with a soft smile. "I appreciate the offer, Tim, but you're not exactly desensitized enough for my liking."

Tim huffs. "Then Gunpowder will watch and be out. You don't deserve to be alone through this. I know you have an issue with that, I uh well, Gunpowder knows, and I saw the memory."

"Fine, if you insist." Martin paused, and Elias shivers with that look. "I've shared things with Gunpowder in secret. I don't want you to share with anyone." He grabs Tim's shirt. "Understand?"

Tim swallows and nods.

Martin smiles again as his features soften. "Good, I'll come by your flat tonight."

Tim watches Martin leave with a shudder. Elias doesn't leave yet.

"I warned you about being caught in Blackwood's web. You're not close enough with him to get comfortable." Gunpowder clicks his tongue. "He's not the man you knew, so please don't underestimate him. I would rather not die before Jonny does. We've got a bet going on."

Tim swallows and slides the dark sunglasses back on, and Elias is shocked to see his vision didn't change in the slightest. "He's still a good person."

"That's... well, none of us are good." Gunpowder responds dryly. "It comes with the territory."

Tim didn't like that answer, but he remained quiet as Elias came back to himself. He had a lot to think about.

......

"At least you know how to tell a story." Jonny responds with a bored tone. "These statements still suck, I still suggest we burn the entire place down."

Jon scowls. "No." He stretches and pulls out the used tape. "Can you think of anything that doesn't involve violence.... or sex." He gives a glare.

"Now you're just plain boring." Jonny raised his brow. "Being serious all the time must be fucking exhausting."

Jon sputters. "Just because I'm not some guy who thinks he's immortal and some sex pest doesn't mean anything."

"I don't care what you think of me." Jonny stares directly at Jon. "We are stuck together for the rest of time, and whatever comes after."

Jon scowls. "I won't devolve to be on your level."

Jonny rolls his eyes. "I don't care."

Jon huffs and leaves his office.

"Jon, you ok?" Sasha smiles softly.

Jon stops and sighs. "I'm fine, just getting used to an unfortunate roommate."

"That's one way to call it." Tim mutters.

"You two should try getting along." Sasha hums. "You'll be stuck together forever, I guess. I think it would suck if you two were stuck together fighting for all of that."

Jon scowls. "Oh, he's a right ass only cares about violence and sex. He's nothing but a pest, and I abhor the fact that I have to share my own body with him."

"Oh piss off." Jonny huffs.

Gunpowder sighs. "His attitude comes with his age. He is the oldest of us besides the doctor, but we don't know about her, though, really." He kicks his feet up. "Jonny, I know you're listening. You should be cautious he's going to see memories that you've forgotten. Funny how the mind works even if we forget they still exist in there, just waiting for a trigger to pull them free."

Jon expected Jonny to kick him out and take control, but he felt fear grip his heart that no longer beat. He swallows the dread that wasn't his and doesn't look at Jonny. "I will keep that in mind for when I sleep."

The conversation dies as Jon leaves as the day has ended, and he doesn't want to linger.

.......

The rusty hinges creaked on the old shack the teen called a home. He made sure he tipped off his shoes before entering, and he saw his father passed out in a drunken stupor. He carefully made his way to the small kitchen connected to the living room. If you would call it, that and stumbled upon a note.

"Jonny boy, I've left to clean up after your father. He pissed off some old doctor at the edge of town. I've left old Bessie for you to make sure she's in better condition when I get back, boy. Now, if I don't come back, I know you won't end up like your father. You're too smart for that. Use your ears to find a target to shoot. We both know your eyes aren't the best use that good hearing of yours. Don't file your horns too short boy they grow for a reason, and I love you forever and always."

Wrapped in leather by the note was a familair old looking revolver, the name Bessie was carved crudely into the handle. The weight would become familair in the teen's hands. He took the note scowled at his father and then headed off to hunt for dinner since that lazy piece of shit won't do anything but gamble.

Jon woke up with a start. He could feel a rush of emotions that weren't his. "I..."

"Don't say a fucking word." Jonny scowls. "Don't go telling nobody about that."

Jon nodded he paused, squinting at the clock that glowed, showing it was 3am. He sighs. "I don't remember my mother, or my father, with died at different times, but I was too young to remember them. My grandmother raised me, bitter she had to raise another child. Never told me that directly, however."

Jonny braces himself and grits his teeth. "I don't remember what my mom looks like either."

"Then we have that in common. Maybe the next dream will be my memory, and you can pick apart that." Jon sighs and curls under his blanket.

Jonny nods. "Just go back to sleep."

......

Martin grits his teeth and groans in pure agony. He could barely register the hand going through his red curls. His legs hurt, and he couldn't move them. His skin felt like it was on fire, and he didn't particularly like burning to death. He was stripped down to his birthday suit, and it didn't help with the fact that he was in pure agony.

Gunpowder continues to run his hands through Martin's hair. "It's alright, you're ok. It will be over soon."

"Just fucking kill me." Martin groans.

"We both know that won't help." Gunpowder sighs. "Would you like to hear my story?"

Martin takes a deep breath. "Please distract me."

Gunpowder nods and begins to narrate his origins.

....

An obnoxious alarm pulled Tim from sleep on the floor. He was laying in something wet and the smell of iron... no blood filled his nose, which caused him to panic and flail completely awake. His eyes lock onto a large spider, half then blood, then flesh and bone. Gunpowder takes over before he can throw up.

"Yikes, I thought the shared emotions wouldn't be this strong. Man, you are super depressed." Gunpowder gets up, smearing the blood off from his body. "You're going to need a stronger stomach." He looked over Martin, who was out cold. "See, he's breathing.... please stop screaming. " he covers his mouth, feeling his stomach sour from the sheer fear and disgust from Tim. He swallows the bile rising in his throat, turns away from the scene, and heads to the bathroom.

Gunpowder barely makes it to the toilet to empty the contents of his stomach. He continues to dry heave for a moment before turning to face Tim. "Are you done?"

Tim was pale, and he finally caught his breath. He was still radiating fear and disgust, but he was stable enough to talk. "Is he still alive?"

Gunpowder wipes his mouth. "Of course he is. What part of we can't die, don't you understand?" He frowns, pulling back his frustration. "Sorry you can't control how you react yet. I didn't realize how much I would share when we feel strong emotions." He sits on his knees and sighs. "I'll clean up, just try not to get sick again, please."

Tim nods and shudders. "I.... I'm not desensitized to this stuff. I'm sorry."

Gunpowder gets up, feeling the soft twists of sadness and self-doubt. "Tim, it's not a bad thing, means you're still human. Don't be too hard on yourself." He pulls out some cleaning supplies from the bathroom cabinet. "Tell me about Danny."

Tim frowns and nods slightly. "He was my younger brother...."

.....

Martin wakes up to someone touching his hand. He furrows his brow, pulling his hand back, and skitters up to be his full height, staring down at Tim. He hissed and then blushed, finally realizing that Tim was, in fact, there, and he wasn't a threat. He covers his face and groans, playing out his legs to be shorter. "I didn't mean to hiss at you."

Tim looked over to Gunpowder giggling, and he felt a laugh bubble in his own throat, and wow, no wonder he got frustrated. He didn't exactly know how he felt about feeling someone else's emotions. He gave a soft smile and reached out again to hold Martin's hand. "Your hands are really like a cat's paw."

Martin smiles and lets Tim take his hand. "Spiders have padded limbs and toe beans if you actually look at them."

"That's actually really cute." Tim blushes slightly. "Oh shit how are we going to get to work?"

Martin shrugs. "Might as well scare Elias first."

"Really?" Tim snickers. "What is he scared of spiders?"

"No, he's scared of what they represent." Martin hums. "We're going to be late, and I need a shirt."

"Right, you brought a spare one, right?" Tim paused and rushed over to a bag Martin brought. "Also, you're going to have to talk to my neighbors because of all the stuff we threw out, and they probably think I'm a serial killer."

Martin snickers. "I think I'll scare them into silence."

"Man, I've seen too much of Gunpowder, and Jonny and you having fun together to remember that I'm supposed to be scared of you because you're a spider centaur." Tim tosses over a sweater.

"I suppose I don't find myself scary either. Honestly, the fear left pretty quickly once I realized how my new body worked." Martin smiles. "This will be obnoxious getting to work. I don't mind walking. You live much closer than I do, but being stared at isn't ideal."

"Maybe a blanket?" Tim stops and covers his face. "That wouldn't work."

Martin chuckles. "I appreciate the concept idea, but Jonny tried that once."

"Wait really?" Tim raised his brow.

"Yeah, ended up in a bar fight." Martin snickers. "Although it was fucking hilarious."

"Huh." Tim crosses his arms. "Just bite the bullet and head out?"

"After you." Martin hums and smiles.

.....

Elias blinks, and the scene doesn't change. What confounds him the most is the fact that this has nothing to do with the web. The Beholder is taking it all in, and he can feel actual confusion from his patron. He clears his throat and approaches. "Martin, I don't believe it's near Halloween unless you've got an event planned."

Martin hums impressed at how well Elias can mask his true emotions. "I don't think a costume would be strong enough to carry someone on." He motions to Tim who waves.

"He insisted that he carry me." Tim smiles.

"Well, yes, but I hope I don't cause you too much trouble." Martin smiles. "Why the surprise this is your institute, and shouldn't you expect the supernatural?" He has a smirk as he walks past a stunned Elias.

Elias doesn't have a response to that. His mind was completely blank, and the Beholder was eerily silent.

Tim was snickering. "Double boss man seems quite stunned."

Martin chuckles. "Oh, this is quite fun."

That thought came crashing down with a terrified scream and wide eyed stares.

Martin felt exposed, and he couldn't remember the last time he felt bad about his body until this moment. He knows Tim can feel him tense. "I..."

"Jon, seriously?" Tim huffs sliding off Martin's back. "It's not his fault he's like this."

Jon was trying really hard to keep his panic and fear in check, and he felt a growing bubble of white hot rage directed at him and feeling it. The feedback loop was really confusing. "I uh..." He was forced out by Jonny.

"Fuck off." Jonny took back control his tail was lashing and puffed out at the end. His ears were pinned back, and the hair on top of his head was puffing out. "Seriously fuck off I don't judge you for who you carnally desire. Blackwood is mine, and you have absolutely no right." He goes o continue his rant, but a tooth falls out. He blinks as confusion fills his features, and he crouched down to poke it.

Martin opens his mouth and closes it. "You know I remember now what he was missing, the teeth."

"The teeth." Gunpowder repeats with a nod.

"I'm sorry Martin, are you ok?" Sasha vaguely motions.

"I mean, it was painful, but it doesn't hurt now." Martin pauses. "I have to figure out how to use my desk."

Tim is getting back control, pulling his eyes away from Jonny, now messing with his teeth. "I mean, you can get rid of the chair and move from there."

"That could work." Martin hums and looks over to Jonny. "Are you ok?"

Jonny holds a handful of his teeth. "What do you think?" He scowls. "Well fuck you too. No, I'm mad at you. That's a stupid fucking question, I don't care about spiders let alone being scared of them."

Three pairs of eyes watch the one sided argument.

.....

A fog seemed to roll into Elias's office out of nowhere, and a tall, muscular man in a captains attire steps inside. The man stops and stares at Elias, who had his head down on his desk. "Elias?"

Elias groans. "Peter."

"Shouldn't you be enjoying your new archivist floundering?" Peter raised his brow.

Elias takes a breath. "Peter, I have called every avatar I ever had contact with to ask if they knew what was going on with my archivist and his assistants. I have no leads, and the Beholder is clueless."

Peter opens his mouth then shuts it with a click.

"Do you have any idea what's happening? Because I don't have a singlaur clue." Elias throws his hands up. "One of the archivist assistants is a half spider centaur, and he's not even aligned with the web. The other has mechanical eyes that still work as eyes. That technology doesn't exist, and the Flesh doesn't bother with machines."

Peter reaches out. "I think you need a vacation."

Elias slams his hands against his desk. "Peter, I'm serious!" He gets up and grabs Peter's arm, and drags him to the archives.

Peter stared stunned.

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May I ask--

All the teens playing seven minutes in Heaven, (Jonathan, Argyle, Nancy, Robin, and Steve, and Eddie) and Eddie spins and it lands on male reader, so Eddie just smirks and they go to the closet.

They end up making out, maybe Eddie fingers the reader or something and when Steve tries opening the door, Eddie slams it shut with his foot?

Dom Eddie has me feral right now man-

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It's silly. And yet, the realization of how silly it really is doesn't stop the thundering of your heart. Robin's the one that suggested it. She'd confessed amongst the group as they piled in the Wheeler basement free of the younger teens as they'd banded together to catch a movie that she'd missed her younger days of sleepovers. Robin's the one that when the conversation winded down memory lane also confessed she'd never gotten to play a game of seven minutes in heaven.

The room freezes. Eyes are flickering around to everyone else in the room. Steve's trying to avoid eye contact with Nancy and she's looking at Jonathon. Argyle shrugs, unphased by what he assumes is to come next. Eddie glances briefly over to you before looking and holding eye contact with Steve.

You're just staring at Robin. Because why she'd confess that you'll never know and like the silence winds Robin up, she continues on. "I am by no means suggesting we play. Like it's so totally stupid. A lot of folks here have too much history and it would be awkward no doubt. I was just saying I wish I had gotten a chance to play. You know? For memories sake. For the sake of a little story in my older years. Should I make it that far, ya know. But still--"

"Robin, we're adults," Steve returns. Steve knows his statement is only on technicality sake. But it is true--most everyone in the room was an adult. No matter what happened (or didn't happen) they could easily laugh it off, skip on whatever is deemed too awkward.

You can't say you're really looking at Robin anymore. Your eyes are pointed in her direction but she's not filling your vision in a way that makes your brain recognize her. You're staring through her--at the imagined near future. YOu all sit, around the pizza box, someone's finished coke on the top of it, spinning glass to seal fates. Rounding the corner to go into the closet just off the stairs. Maybe some folks laugh at their pairings. You imagine Robin and Steve would snicker, agree to go to the closet and then in the span of the seven minutes devise some plan to make their own clothes look dishevel and wait for the poor soul to knock to let them know their time is up for one of them--Robin mostly likely to make a joke that she's definitely still gay.

It is funny. As you imagine them.

But you can't help but also wonder what happens should it land on Steve or Nancy or worse yet, you and Eddie. You do not want to imagine what happens should that bottle land on you and Eddie. Would you two just stand on opposite sides of the closet, making small talk as you normally do? Would you be brave enough knowing that in the end, you'd have an out--7 minutes and sooner should it all blow up in your face.

"I'm down," Argyle chuckles. "Would absolutely make for an interesting story. Let's just, like, set ground rules."

"Ground rules!" Steve jumps in, hands clapping together for a moment before he points to Argyle. "Sounds perfect. Love that idea."

"So, should we be able to politely reject a pairing? Like if it's going to be too awkward we can sort of just back of it?" Nancy offers.

"I'm cool with it," Eddie nods. "If people want to go for a joke, it should like be mutually decided. You know--consent and shit."

You know that if you really don't want to play you can say no. It is an odd number without you and both you and Jonathon haven't said much for or against it. You plead with yourself if Jonathon backs out you will too to make it even. But as the pizza box closes--the last of it's slices consumed long algo--he slides in closer to the table.

There goes your exit. Fuck, you say to yourself. Now you have to be strategic. You need to check where you sit to see who's direct across from you and then diagonal to you. They're the ones you'll be getting. Do you go across from Eddie? Do you sit next to him to avoid the whole situation?

By the time you can tell yourself you're going to just sit next to him the spots are filling up and you notice where Eddie had been next to you he's now right across from you. Argyle's to your left, Robin to your right. Diagonal from you on either side of Eddie are Nancy and Steve.

Fates--they seal faster than one can calculate sometimes.

"I-I'll go first," Steve states. "You know, break the seal," he jokes.

The roll of the glass bottle against the cardboard of the pizza box echoes in your brain. The scratching is a smooth sound as it whirls around and around and round.

The first match and laughter breaks out. Steve and Robin. "Oh, god, kill me now," she laughs.

"Hey, I'm a nice guy," Steve counters. "I'll always ask." His hands extends out and Robin laughs, hands shooting up to defend herself.

"Oh, come on. I know I don't have tits, but I'm a fun time," Steve laughs.

Robin, even in the bouts of her laugher, eventually stands. "Who's keeping time?"

"I-I'll do it," Jonathon offers, slipping his watch off and setting it on the edge of the table.

"Ready for the best seven minutes of your life," Steve grins, slipping his arm around Robin's.

"Whatever you say, loser."

And as the door shuts behind them, the first minute creeps by in silence. The whispers are just wisps of Steve's and Robin's voices and then Robin's laughter erupts from the closet and it's clear that it's not awkward at all for them. So the group relaxes.

You can't help as Argyle's voice carries out over the silence but glance up to Eddie. His eyes are glued to you. It's clear he's still listening to whatever is being said, but his big brown eyes hardly leave your face until Jonathon stands up.

"Time!" Jonathon calls out, hand raising to knock on the door but he doesn't get the chance before he stumbles out of the way.

Steve stumbles out first, his polo pulled out of his jeans, hair tousled. Robin struts out after him, perfectly intact. Steve makes a big show of stumbling back to his spot and then right there on his cheek is a red print left behind of lipstick. Clearly it's Robin but her lipstick doesn't look hardly budged. She makes show of clearing the corners of her mouth and asking Nancy to check her teeth for lipstick stains.

"You're-you're all good," Nancy giggles out.

Another spin. Argyle and Jonathon. They laugh and Nancy agrees to keep time. They're voices are louder as they talk from the closet. Perhaps the gods would be on your side and let you slither by without embarrassment.

The boys return after Nancy calls for them. They're laughing--you're not sure about what. But given Argyle in the equation it could be anything.

Another spin and though Eddie's stare is still hot on your skin you start to think you will get by unscathed. The glass bottle spins and whirs in the room until it slows to a wobbly stop.

You and Eddie.

Your eyes lift before your head and Eddie's brows are raised. "Only if you want. I meant what I said."

Your heart is hammering in your chest. His lips are nice and pink. They're begging to be kissed. It's like Eddie is begging you to kiss him. You nod, throat cleared by your hum. "I think you might be shocked you're not the only one with boyish charm."

It's faux confidence. Your knees are knocking as the two of you stand. You're sure you're going to faint. "I'm keeping time, boys," Robin calls out behind you.

Eddie wave you into the tiny closet first with a bow. You step through, inhaling deeply as the door shuts behind you. "You seem nervous," Eddie states.

You turn and he's leaning against the door, fingers playing at his rings. He doesn't seem hurt by the statement. Maybe you catch something like amusement. He continues on, "Because if I'm honest, I'm probably the last person you should be nervous about. Harrington, I've heard, has a way with the boys."

That gets you to chuckle. Steve's blaringly straight and though he and Robin have a good relationship enough for them to devise their stunt, he is not going after boys--not the likes of you anyway. Not that you ever wanted Steve too either. Sure, Steve is attractive. But he's not necessarily your type.

"I think I can handle myself around the likes of Steve. He's all talk, not bite."

"Oh, I didn't realize we'd be exposing kinks so early into our time."

"I-" you choke on air. "No-uh." A cough interrupts you and Eddie slides in, hand clapping down on your mid-back.

"You okay?" he asks softer now.

You nod when you get one solid inhale. "I'm okay."

"You sure? Thought I'd have to give you mouth to mouth there for a second," Eddie teases. His breath tickles your cheek. The hand on your back slips down to your lower back. Then stops. Your heart races. "Tell me no, okay? If-If I'm reading this wrong, tell me no."

Eddie steps, standing now in front of you. The hand on your back moves to your hip. The smell of his cologne--something you're sure was originally Wayne's but Eddie had mostly commandeered--fills your nose.

"Yes," you whisper, hands gripping at the front of Eddie's flannel. A red one and you're certain it's a hand me down too.

Eddie rears back for a second, taking in the way your eyes of fluttered close. "Yes?" he asks for clarification.

"Yes," you return. The toes of your shoes bump into Eddie's. Then he's closing the gap. His lips eal around yours gently and your swear your guts are going to melt.

You are going to become a puddle in Nancy Wheeler's basement closet but you do not care. Eddie is tender, a bit hesitant as the gasp leaves him. You take the gap and leap it--licking ever so gently at his mouth. Eddie laughs in return and surges forward. The momentum wavers you and you take a step back.

Eddie's grip is tight. His lips are firmer now. The kisses are growing hotter, more hums and moans are slipping from both your throats with little regard for the fact that you can be heard. You go until your back hits the wall and Eddie slides his fingers up and under your shirt.

You hiss at the warmth at his fingers. The touch is faint, so light that you think you're insane for how much you feel it. His rough fingers make your spine shiver. He traces the v of your hips, lips working down your jaw.

"God," Eddie breathes when you whine at the last hickey he sucks into your skin. "Sounds so pretty for me."

You sigh as Eddie whispers into your skin. You don't catch everything he says but you know right now heaven is the heat of Eddie's touch and kisses.

You trace the line of hair at the nape of Eddie's neck, fingers buried in his hair cradling his head right in the spot that makes your groin stir. "Fuck," you groan.

"There?" Eddie asks against your skin.

"Hmm, yes, there--right there," you whine out.

"Time!" Robin bellows. Her voice shakes a little. No shadow passes in front of the door when you crack open your eye. Fuck it, you think.

Your fingers are working at the button of Eddie's jean and he laughs. "Giving them a show?" he asks.

You shake your head. "No, I-fuck," you exhale. You scrub your hand over your face. You've nearly forgotten where you are. "I like you, Eddie."

His palms cradle your cheeks, eyes oozing as he looks at you. "I like you too."

"C'mon, seriously," Steve calls out. The door jiggles a little and Eddie spins, pushing back on it.

"Just a second!" Eddie bellows.

"Thirty second or I'm coming in--even if dicks are out," Steve returns.

You snort at his retort and Eddie turns back to you. "Come back to my place."

"Oh, okay, after this would be fine."

Eddie shakes his head. "No, like right now." When your brows furrow together, he steps in crotch pressing into yours. He slips just to the side and you notice now how hard he is in his jeans. "I am going to finish what I started."

You can only nod and Eddie takes your hand. The lights of the basement momentarily blind you as you and Eddie step through the door but the group is clearly amused and maybe a little scared too by what they auditorily witnessed. But even the low wolf whistle of Argyle doesn't seem to phase Eddie who carries on, up to the stairs. "Catch y'all lovely folks next time," he calls as you follow behind him.

"Oh my god," Robin cackles. "A story for the books."

You two get outside and Eddie spins on the front poor, kissing you again against the door. "Just enough to tide me over," he laughs and when he spins around again, you notice he hasn't even bothered to button his jeans back up fully, the belt hangly loosely and buckle clicking as he goes.

"Robin," you whisper, "I owe you one."

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