#when i first saw him i thought he was just surrounded by metal shit and whatnot like a fucking mech suit or something

[punkshort]

i know who you are | 1. the beginning

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Chapter Summary: A head injury on patrol causes you to lose your memories of the outbreak and the people you have grown to know and love over the last ten years.

Chapter Warnings: language, descriptions of blood and wounds, vomiting, angst, amnesia

WC: 7.6K

A/N: I shortened the timeline a bit - all of the events from the first game have happened, but this takes place ten years after the outbreak instead of twenty.

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Pain.

That was all you could recognize at first. The back of your head throbbed so badly, you couldn't even open your eyes. There were sounds, but they were unidentifiable through the searing, red hot pain radiating across the back of your skull. Tenderly, you reached your hand back to press against the source. You recoiled instantly, the pain too much to bear. A thick and sticky wetness coated your fingers.

Then you smelled it.

The smell of metal. Coppery, familiar. Then... did you smell fireworks? Was it the Fourth of July? A few years back, your older brother was messing around with fireworks and nearly blew off his hand, ending the night in the emergency room. Your parents never let him forget it. Is that what happened? Did he make some stupid bet with you? A game of chicken wasn't out of the realm of possibility. He always brought out your competitive side.

You forced your eyes open just a crack, the sun immediately causing you to close them again. It was too bright and your brain was vibrating like it was trying to escape from the confines of your skull.

You were outside. It wasn't dark, fireworks wouldn't make sense. What was going on?

Then you heard your name. Someone shouting it, over and over, panic stricken.

You tried to hold up your hand, wave them off, tell them to stop being so loud, but you could barely lift your hand before the nausea hit. Unable to stop yourself, you rolled onto your side, your head screaming and punishing you for the sudden movement as you heaved, emptying the contents of your stomach into the grass. The force of it made your head hurt even more, if that was even possible.

The smell of acid mixed with the smell of metal, now.

Maybe you were dying.

Someone's hands were on your shoulders, pushing you onto your back, yelling your name over and over.

"Stop," you pleaded weakly, tears springing into your eyes. The pain was too much.

"Jesse! Get her water!"

You groaned and covered your face with your palms. The sunlight was so fucking bright that you could even see it through your eyelids, a red glow everywhere you looked. You needed darkness. You needed quiet.

"Here, drink," you heard a man's voice say, then the hard plastic pressed against your lower lip. You whimpered and tried to pull away, the thought of anything in your stomach making you feel sick again.

"Shit, Joel's gonna fucking freak," you heard another male voice say from behind your head.

Against your better judgement, you forced your eyes open. Blinking rapidly, you locked eyes with the first person you saw. A man with dark, curly hair that went past his ears, with patchy facial hair and soft, brown eyes. Your eyes drifted down to his dirty, denim jacket, and then you saw his hands. Fear shot through you when you saw the drying blood, fist still clutching a gun, and as you tried to scramble away, you bumped into someone behind you, causing you to panic.

Why were they surrounding you? Who were these people? It wasn't fireworks, it was gunpowder.

"Get the fuck away from me!" you screeched, but the dark haired man inched forward, his free hand reaching out to you, telling you to calm down, it's okay, sugar, but you continued to crawl backwards, ignoring the pain throbbing behind your eyes. What did these people do to you?

"Whoa, it's alright," the other man said. A younger man, also darker hair, but shorter.

Your chest heaved as you gasped for air, panic seizing you from head to toe. Your eyes flicked around the forest, the huge tree trunks making it impossible to figure out where you were.

"W-where am I? Where's my mom?"

The man holding the gun frowned and exchanged concerned glances with the other man.

"She's gone," he said gently, as if it were obvious. A strangled noise got caught in the back of your throat when you looked at the man's gun again.

"What did you do to her?" you asked, voice wavering. The man's eyes dropped to the gun in his hand and he quickly holstered it.

"I didn't do anythin' to her, sugar," he said, and again looked at the younger man before continuing. "She died the first day."

"What?" you asked, lip trembling. What the fuck was going on?!

"First day of what?"

"You don't remember?" he asked, and you could see the worry in his face. His eyes wide and his hand a little shaky.

"No, I don't fucking remember! What the fuck are you trying to pull?" you exclaimed, your voice rising the angrier you got.

"Sugar, do you know who I am?" he asked, sneakily taking the handgun that laid abandoned by your side in the dirt and tucking it into the back of his pants.

"No," you spat, then winced and clutched the back of your head again. When you pulled your hand back, you saw fresh blood coating your fingers. Your heart began slamming in your chest and you were finding it difficult to bring in enough air to keep you level.

"Jesse, get a rag," the man ordered. Jesse jumped up and jogged over to a backpack discarded on the ground. Old, worn, faded, with splashes of blood.

Then you saw the bodies.

Well, you supposed they could be considered bodies, but they didn't look like people. Not anymore. Their skin was sagging and grey. Clothes, torn and dirty. Mangy hair ripped out in handfuls at the scalp. Their mouths were agape, revealing yellowed teeth and stinking of rot.

"What the fuck?" you whispered as your vision narrowed. You faintly realized Jesse was pressing a rag against the back of your head, trying to stop the bleeding and had you not been so scared and confused, you might have shoved him away.

"Tommy, what do we do?" Jesse asked, and you could hear the fear in his voice now. His hand shook against your shoulder as he tried to keep you still.

"We gotta get her back home, have Nick take a look at her," he said, and you looked back and forth between them, flabbergasted. Talking about you as if you weren't right there.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," you told them. You tried to stand up, but fell to your knees. Tommy knelt down next to you, his arm circling around your shoulders, but you shrugged him off.

"C'mon, sugar. We ain't gonna hurt you, you just hit your head and you need to see a doctor," Tommy said. "Jesse, grab me my first aid kit."

"I gotta go home," you mumbled, and forced yourself to stand again. You couldn't see straight. Everything around you was spinning even though you were fairly certain you were standing still. "I need to see my dad... my brother."

"Shit," you heard Jesse mutter under his breath as he hustled over with a small, leather bag.

"Okay, why don't we take you to a doctor first, then we can talk about your family, alright?" Tommy asked gently. "I'm just gonna patch you up til we get back," he added, reaching into the bag for some medical tape. You watched as Tommy instructed Jesse to hold the rag against your head while he ran the medical tape around, holding the cloth in place.

You didn't have much choice. As you looked around, you were becoming more and more aware you had absolutely no idea where you were or what was happening. You definitely weren't home. There weren't trees like this back home.

So, begrudgingly, you agreed to follow them. Tommy stuck two fingers into his mouth and whistled, a sharp, piercing noise that made you wince. You were confused until you heard the soft pattering of hooves approaching, and through the trees, three tacked up horses emerged. A pale yellow one slowed and stopped a few feet away from you, snorting loudly and stomping its foot. You watched as Tommy and Jesse grabbed their backpacks and mounted their horses. Then Tommy seemed to realize the problem and quickly slid back down to the ground.

"I'll give you a boost," he said, crouching next to the yellow horse and lacing his fingers together. Slowly, you walked forward, eyeing the horse wearily before gripping the saddle and stepping one foot into Tommy's hands. He hoisted you up as you tossed your leg over the side of the horse and you bent forward, momentarily burying your face in its mane while you tried to stop the world from spinning. Fuck, your head was going to explode.

You followed Tommy's horse while Jesse took up the rear, all of you maneuvering around the rotting corpses littering the ground.

"What is this?" you asked, utterly confused. "Did I faint when we found a bunch of dead bodies or something? We have to go to the police," you told them, panic rising once again.

"We will," Tommy said, and you took a deep breath. Okay, things were making sense. You hit your head. Maybe you fell off your horse and knocked yourself out. You don't remember meeting these men before, but they seemed to know you, and they didn't appear to be threatening. If they were, they wouldn't give you your own horse, right?

"How far away are we from your home?" you asked after about ten minutes.

"Not far. Maybe another half hour or so. You holdin' up okay?" Tommy asked, twisting around in his saddle to look at you, his eyes briefly glancing over your shoulder at Jesse.

"Yeah, I think so. My head really hurts, though," you said, blinking slowly. "Do you have a farm or a ranch or something?"

"A what?" Tommy asked, confused until he looked down at the horses. "Oh, right. No, but we do got a barn."

"Oh, okay," you said uncertainly. You looked around at the trees as your horse obediently followed Tommy's. It was so quiet. You must have been deep into the woods because you couldn't hear any road noise at all. Looking up, you didn't even see or hear any planes. You had never known quiet like this before. It was almost... peaceful.

You looked back over your shoulder, making eye contact with Jesse, who gave you a nervous smile.

"Is he your dad?" you asked, and Jesse snorted.

"No," he chuckled, then cleared his throat and wiped the smile off his face, becoming serious again. "No, Tommy's just my friend. Our friend," he added, and you slowly nodded before turning back around.

You loosely held the reins in your hands as you made your way through the forest, the only sounds coming from your horses and the birds singing in the branches above your heads. When you crossed a small stream, Tommy called over his shoulder not much further now.

At the end of the forest was a clearing. You could see it already. A huge gate and reinforced walls surrounding what you assumed was home to these men, but it looked like a fortress in the middle of nowhere. There were even guards with guns strolling along the top of the fences.

This didn't seem right.

"Stop," you told your horse, but of course it kept walking.

"Stop!" you shouted, and it pinned its ears back. You looked up at Tommy, who had now turned around in his saddle.

"How - I don't know what I'm doing, tell it to stop! I want to stop!" you told him as the panic rose from your chest and squeezed your throat.

"Pull on the reins," Tommy said, and you quickly tugged them, making the horse come to a sudden halt.

"Where are we? What is this?" you demanded, narrowing your eyes at him. By now you had made it just outside the gates, and the guards on top were looking at Tommy questioningly.

"This is Jackson," Tommy said calmly, then slid down from his horse to approach you. "This is where we live. We got a doctor here who can take a look at that head wound."

"Why don't you live in a normal house? A normal town? I don't understand," you said, and the tears began to well up in your eyes. You were so frustrated and everything was so confusing and all you wanted to do was go to bed and forget this ever happened.

"I'll explain everythin', I promise, but first we gotta get you to the doc, alright?" he asked as your tears began to fall. Tommy glanced up at the top of the fence and nodded. You watched as a handful of men began to crank open the gate, revealing the beginnings of a quaint -looking town.

"Can you get down? Go slow, I'll catch you if you fall," he said, and when you looked into his eyes, you could see affection there. You did as you were told. Swinging one leg over, you slowly and carefully lowered yourself to the ground, Tommy's hands reassuringly hovering above your shoulders until you were standing on your own two feet.

"Are we... together?" you asked him.

Tommy and Jesse both laughed heartily and then he quickly shook his head.

"No, sugar," he said, a smile still etched across his face. He looked over at the open gate and his smile slowly began to fade. "But we oughta get you to the doc right away."

You sat on the edge of an exam table, head tilted down, chin against your chest as the doctor Tommy introduced as Nick stitched up the laceration on your scalp. He had numbed the area pretty good with something from a very large needle that sent you spiraling into a frenzy until Nick and Tommy managed to calm you down and convinced you they were not in fact trying to drug you and sell you into sex trafficking, like you had accused them of trying to do.

Once the doctor started to work on your injury, Tommy excused himself, mumbling something about needing to talk to someone and that he would be back as soon as possible.

Nick said he had to cut away some of your hair, that you would have a small bald spot for a while, but the rest of your hair would be able to hide it effectively.

After he took care of the cut, he began to examine you further. He flashed a bright light into your eyes, making you wince and recoil. He asked you strange questions that you were confident you didn't answer correctly based on the expression on his face.

"Cordy- what?"

"Cordyceps," he repeated.

"No, I have no idea what that is. Is it a band?" you guessed, and he shook his head.

"Well, you certainly have a concussion, and I'm afraid you have some memory loss," he said, sitting down on the small stool across from you.

"How much is 'some'?"

"Uh, difficult to say, but ten years? Give or take?" he said, and you balked.

"Ten years?!"

He nodded.

"I'm afraid so. Can you tell me the last day you do remember?"

"Well," you began, relaxing your shoulders as you thought. "I remember it was fall, but it was still hot out. I had a long day at work - I'm a banker," you told Nick, and he nodded. "My feet were killing me, I had barely sat down all day. It was family dinner night at my parents' house. Me and my brother go over there every Friday. My dad made ribs out on the grill so he wouldn't heat up the house with the oven. My mom was wearing this new, green dress that I thought looked hideous but I lied and told her it was cute. And my brother was telling us about a girl he had met the weekend before."

Nick looked at you to continue, but when it became clear you were done, he sighed.

"That's the last day you remember?"

"Yeah," you said slowly, finally picking up on the concerned look he was giving you. "Was that really ten years ago?" you asked, softly this time. Nick pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and nodded.

"Oh my god," you breathed, looking around the sparse, run down room. What happened in ten years to make the world look like this? You were about to ask when you heard shouting coming from the lobby of the infirmary.

Nick jumped up and opened the door, then turned back to you.

"I'll be right back," he said, then shut the door quickly behind him.

You sat on the edge of the bed, legs lightly swinging as you tried to piece together what you knew.

Ten years.

Ten whole years, just... gone.

What memories did you make in that time? Your mom is dead, but what about the rest of your family? Is there anybody in this town that you might actually remember? You looked down at your body. You thought you looked the same, maybe a little thinner, but otherwise the same. Did you ever get married? Have kids?

The shouting got louder and pulled you out of your reverie. It was a man's voice, and it was growing closer. He sounded angry. Livid, even.

You could now hear him opening up the other exam room doors and calling your name, ignoring the voices of Tommy and Nick urging him to stop, and a jolt of fear shot through you. Glancing around the room, you looked for something, anything that might protect you or reinforce the door, but it was too late.

The door swung open and you jumped off the table. If this man was going to hurt you, you wouldn't go down without a fight.

He paused in the doorway, his eyes raking up and down your body, assessing you silently while you did the same. He was tall. Broad shoulders strained underneath a black T-shirt. A blue flannel was clutched in his fist. You could see his muscles twitching under his tanned skin, and when your gaze finally met his, you felt something else other than fear. Something you couldn't quite identify. You knew this man, but you didn't know how.

His hair was dark and had loose curls, similar to Tommy's but shorter and a little lighter. The beard surrounding plush looking lips had a dusting of white at the corners of his jaw, but it was his eyes that drew your attention the most. A deep, beautiful brown that told a whole story in just one moment.

Nick and Tommy stood behind the strange man, looking back and forth between the two of you. Dragging your gaze off of him, you looked at Tommy, hoping he would explain.

Then the man said your name softly and your eyes flicked back to him.

"What?" you finally said with an edge to your voice, growing annoyed with how nobody felt compelled to say anything. They just kept looking at you, waiting for you to acknowledge him as if you'd known him your whole life.

"You remember Joel. Right, sugar?" Tommy asked, and your eyes drifted back to him. All three men stared at you, the room so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Slowly, you shook your head, and Joel's face fell.

"Is it permanent?" Joel asked, turning to Nick.

Nick paused, his mouth opening and closing as he considered his answer before clearing his throat.

"It's too soon to say-"

"The fuck d'you mean?!" Joel roared, grabbing Nick by his collar and shoving him up against the door. You stumbled backwards in surprise.

"Joel!" Tommy yelled, yanking on his shoulder, trying to loosen his grip on the poor doctor but Joel just shrugged him off.

"Fix her!" Joel yelled, redness creeping up his neck as he slammed Nick up against the door again.

"I-I can't just fix her! What do you think this is? Look around!" Nick stammered, his fingers clawing at the backs of Joel's hands.

You gasped and felt your knees give out from underneath you. Slowly, you sunk down to the floor, crippled in fear. You huddled against the side of the bed, your hands clamped over your mouth as you rocked back and forth, trying and failing to keep your tears at bay.

"Joel! Let 'em go, you're scarin' her!" Tommy yelled, and that finally seemed to snap Joel out of it.

His grip instantly loosened and his head swiveled towards you, his eyes softening when he saw you curled up on the floor. He rushed forward but you held out a hand to stop him.

"Don't come near me."

He froze and stared down at you, hurt written all over his face.

"I'm sorry, baby," he whispered, and you flinched. Baby?

"Maybe we should give you two a minute," Tommy said. Your eyes widened and you shook your head.

"N-no! What do you mean? No!" you cried out. You clawed at the table, pulling yourself up as the tears dried on your face. Joel took a few steps back and stood against the wall, crossing his arms and dropping his head, hiding his face.

"It's just Joel, he ain't gonna hurt you," Tommy said softly, but you still shook your head.

"Look what he just did!" you exclaimed, not even caring anymore if you were hurting his feelings. "How can you say that?"

"Because he loves you!" Tommy said, sounding exasperated.

The room fell silent, the only sound coming from you as you struggled to catch your breath. You glanced over at Joel but his chin was still tucked against his chest.

"Is that true?" you asked him. He nodded, but still didn't look up from the spot on the floor.

You sighed and rubbed your palms roughly over face.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? There's just a lot happening right now and I'm very confused," you said, suddenly feeling guilty.

"I get it," Tommy said, looking back and forth between you and Joel, but Joel still appeared to be fixated on the floor. "Why don't you go home and rest. Can she, doc? Maybe some sleep will help?"

Tommy raised his eyebrows at Nick, trying to get him to agree and play along. Say yes. Don't piss off Joel.

"Yeah, perhaps it's a good idea if you went home. There's some evidence to suggest being around a familiar setting might trigger your memory to return," Nick said, and Joel finally looked up from the floor.

"What else can we do?" he asked as your fingers fidgeted at your sides. You really didn't like the idea of going home with this man. He clearly had a short temper and that set you on edge.

"Are there any personal effects that she holds some sentimental value to?"

Your gaze bounced back and forth between the men as they all talked about you like you were some science project.

"Yeah," Joel said with a nod.

"Alright. Start with that. Anything since you've known each other would work best, see if it jogs her memory. A necklace or a trinket-"

"Yeah, I get it," Joel said, finally chancing a look in your direction. You quickly dropped your gaze from him and looked back at Tommy.

"Can I talk to you?" you asked Tommy, who looked at Joel. Joel didn't say anything, he just stared right back at Tommy, his jaw clenched and his shoulders rising and falling slowly, as if he were trying very hard to control his breathing. You looked back and forth between them, waiting for the silent standoff to end.

"I'll be outside," Joel finally muttered, then stalked out of the exam room with Nick in his wake, leaving just you and Tommy.

"I don't want to go home with him."

Tommy sighed and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees as he rubbed his eyes.

"It's your home, too," he said.

"He scares me," you replied, crossing your arms. "He's a loose cannon. I-I don't feel like I know anyone here and everyone seems to know me. Do you know how that feels? Do you know how scary that is?"

Tommy dropped his hands and looked up at you.

"No, I don't. And I'm sorry, but I promise you nothin' bad's gonna happen. Joel's always had a short fuse but he would never, ever lay a hand on you. He's been head over heels since the moment he met you, and you love him back, sugar."

You looked around the room, needing a break from eye contact for just a minute while you gathered your thoughts.

"How long have I known him?" you asked.

"Five years."

You nodded and chewed on your lower lip.

"And how long have you known him?"

"All my life."

Your eyes darted over to his in surprise and he gave you a small smile.

"He's my older brother," Tommy explained, leaning back in his chair.

"Oh," was all you said, suddenly feeling like shit for saying such things about his family.

"Listen. Why don't you give it a chance, hm? One day. See how it goes, and if you're still uncomfortable, we'll figure somethin' else out," Tommy offered. You considered it for a moment before reluctantly nodding your head. Aside from just walking out of Jackson, you didn't see much of a choice.

To say the walk to Joel's house was awkward would be putting it mildly.

You weren't sure if he overheard your conversation with Tommy, or maybe he just could sense how you felt about going home with him, but ever since you forced yourself to leave the exam room to find him waiting for you in the lobby, he had been very quiet.

His feelings were hurt, that much was obvious, but what could you do? It wasn't like you set out to intentionally hurt him. You had no idea who he was at the time.

You still weren't sure who he was.

You tried to subtly admire his profile as you walked side by side. He had a strong jaw, a sharp nose and a full head of hair, although you could tell he was older than you. By how much, you weren't sure.

You tried to see underneath the gruff exterior, wondering what on earth made you fall in love with him, but it was so hard to see past your first impression.

Well, second first impression.

Then he turned his head to look down at you. Your eyes met and you thought you felt a small flutter in your chest, but you couldn't tell if it was nerves or fear or something else but his eyes were absolutely beautiful. There was something so sincere about them and you found it oddly funny that they seemed to betray the rest of his hardened expression.

"Anythin' lookin' familiar?" he asked you. You blinked and looked around.

The street he was leading you down was filled with people. Children laughing and playing, adults chatting and smiling. If it wasn't for the setting being so strange, it would feel normal. You squinted at some of the faces as you walked by, hoping you would recognize somebody, but you didn't.

"No," you said with a shake of your head, and you thought you saw his shoulders slump next to you but you didn't want to get caught staring at him again, so you focused on looking straight ahead.

The two of you remained silent the rest of the walk, although you could feel the energy radiating off him and for the first time, you began to realize this must be just as hard for him as it was for you.

You were examining the huge watch towers that surrounded the town and wondering what on earth would require such firepower when you realized Joel was no longer at your side. You swiveled your head around, suddenly lost in a sea of people that were smiling at you as they strolled on by but you didn't see a single recognizable face. You felt the panic begin to build again until you heard your name and a gentle hand on your elbow. You looked up and actually felt relief when you saw Joel.

"Sorry, thought you were still with me," he said, then tilted his head towards a side street he must have began to walk down without you.

"We live down here," he added. You heard someone call out both your names as you walked down the street. Joel waved to an older gentleman on his porch and after a brief delay, you waved as well.

"This is so weird," you muttered, shaking your head as you looked around.

"Yeah, I reckon it is."

Joel stopped short in front of a small, two-story house with a large front porch. You looked up at it, taking in every detail. The shutters, the rocking chairs, the small garden out front surrounded by a white picket fence, hoping something would click but you still felt nothing.

"This is your house?" you asked him. He watched you carefully as you continued to look around, wishing he would see something in your eye that would give him a shred of hope.

"Our house, yeah," he corrected you. You glanced up at him and quickly looked away, feeling too guilty when you saw the look on his face.

"Sorry," you whispered.

"Don't be sorry," he told you, but he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and glanced around. "D'you wanna look inside?"

You nodded and followed him past the gate and up the little stone path that led to his - your - porch steps. A flash of yellow in the garden caught your eye and for the first time, a small smile played upon your lips.

"Oh, I love black-eyed susans," you said dreamily, your hand instinctually reaching out to touch the delicate petals.

"Yeah, I know. You told me your mom planted 'em every year," he said, stopping at the top of the steps to look down at you.

"That's right," you said with a smile. "Although it drove her crazy because-"

"The bunnies kept destroyin' 'em," he finished for you.

You stared into each other's eyes for a moment: him, waiting for you to remember, and you, wondering how you could forget.

"Yeah," you finally said, then dropped your gaze and cleared your throat, giving the flowers one last look before ascending the stairs to the front door.

Joel unlocked the door, pushing it open all the way and stepping aside so you could go in first. You peered inside for a moment before taking a step forward.

The first thing you noticed was it smelled faintly like firewood and coffee. The kitchen was to your left, living room to your right, and a staircase was in front of you next to a small hallway that appeared to lead to a back door of the house.

Joel stepped inside behind you and shut the door quietly, allowing you to take your time and process everything at your own speed. He desperately wanted to drag you around the house and show you things you should remember, but he refrained. Instead, his eyes followed where yours went. When you looked at the kitchen table, he thought remember when we had breakfast there this morning? When you looked at the fireplace, he thought remember on our anniversary when we couldn't make it up the stairs quickly enough so we made love in front of the fire? When you noticed the board games, boxes all frayed and worn, sitting on a bookshelf next to the couch, he thought remember when you beat Ellie in Scrabble and she flipped the board over?

But of course, you didn't remember any of those things.

You looked around blankly, and he could tell you were trying to remember but not a single shred of recognition flickered across your face. Your eyes landed on the kitchen counter and you took a step forward.

"We had coffee together today, didn't we?"

Joel's heart fluttered excitedly in his chest.

"Yeah, you remember that?" he asked, quickly joining you at your side. You looked up at him and he could immediately tell what your answer would be.

"No, I'm sorry, it's just-" you pointed to the two mugs still sitting together on the counter and he nodded solemnly.

"Oh, right," he said, then walked over to pick them up and rinse them off in the sink. He turned around and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms as he watched you slowly navigate the kitchen. Opening and closing drawers and cupboards, picking up a recipe book and flipping through it, then looking at the paintings on the walls.

"Did you or I draw this?" you asked, stepping towards a portrait that was clearly of him.

"Neither. Ellie did it," he told you, and you looked at him curiously.

"Ellie?"

He nodded and just as he was about to open his mouth to explain, the front door whipped open, startling you.

"Is it true?" a young girl with brown hair pulled back into a ponytail asked as she barged into the kitchen. When her eyes landed on you, she dropped her book bag and stepped forward, peering at you as if you were under a microscope.

"Ellie-" Joel began, pushing off the counter, but she cut him off.

"People are saying you lost your memory or something, is that true?" she asked again, and you nodded slowly.

"Holy shit!" she sputtered, and Joel repeated her name again, but harsher this time.

"Sorry," she mumbled, then pulled out a stool that was tucked under the kitchen island and plopped herself down. "Are you, like, okay? How's your head?"

"Uh, better now. The doctor gave me some medicine and it finally stopped hurting so much, but I got a pretty bad cut," you reached back and touched the bald spot with your fingertips. "He had to stitch it up."

"Can I see?" she asked, and you couldn't help but laugh a little, completely missing the way Joel perked up when he heard it.

"Sure," you said, turning around and lifting up your hair. "Can you see it?"

"Yeah, fucking gross, dude," she said with a shudder. You dropped your hair and turned back around.

"Is she your daughter?" you asked Joel, and Ellie burst out laughing.

"No way," she said, and he just rolled his eyes.

"I don't understand," you said with a frown. "Where are your parents?"

"They're dead," she told you so casually it almost gave you whiplash.

"Oh, my god! I'm so sorry," you said, feeling terrible, but she just gave you a look like you were crazy. Maybe you were.

"It's cool," she said, looking back and forth between you and Joel. "So she really doesn't remember anything?" Ellie asked him.

"Only stuff from... before," he said, narrowing his eyes at Ellie as if trying to silently communicate with her.

"Oh," she said, nodding slowly as if she understood. "Shit."

"Before what?" you pressed, but they both ignored your question.

"Why don't you give her some time to settle in," Joel told Ellie. "Meet us later for dinner at the Bison."

"Yeah, okay," Ellie said, sliding off the stool and picking up her abandoned backpack.

"You don't live here?" you asked her.

"Sorta. I live in the garage, see?" she said, pointing out the window to a building out back with a large window in the front and a small light next to the door.

"In the garage?" you repeated, appalled, but she just laughed.

"It used to be a garage. Joel helped me fix it up and it's more like a guest house now. Right, Joel?"

"Yeah," he said, walking deeper into the kitchen so he could look through the window with you. "You helped her paint it," he said quietly.

"I did?" you asked, and they both nodded.

It looked like they were both waiting for you to say something further, waiting for you to maybe recall the color or the weather that day, but nothing was ringing a bell. You looked at them hopelessly and Joel averted his gaze.

"Go on, Ellie. I'm sure you got schoolwork," he said, and she rolled her eyes as she turned and headed towards the door.

You watched her walk through the backyard and unlock the garage, catching a brief glimpse of the inside before she shut it softly behind her.

"You wanna go lay down for a bit?" Joel asked after he noticed you yawn, and you nodded. You followed him up the creaky staircase, your eyes drifting over everything you could find, hoping something would jump out at you along the way. When he got to the top of the stairs, he stopped suddenly between two bedroom doors and you gave him a confused look.

"What's wrong?" you asked, the look on his face beginning to worry you.

"Nothin', I just realized..." he trailed off and took a deep breath, still staring at the two doors. "We share a room and I just realized tonight'll be the first time in years we sleep apart."

You looked away, feeling uncomfortable. You could see the anguish all over his face. His jaw ticked to the side and he was blinking faster than usual and the guilt was burning a hole in your stomach.

"I'll stay in the spare room," you said, breaking the tension. "Can you just show me where I keep my stuff and I'll-"

"No," Joel said, shaking his head. "I'll go in the spare room. You stay in our room. Maybe it'll help... it should be more familiar to you in there."

You decided not to argue with him. He finally stepped towards the door on the right and pushed it open, leading you into a master suite with a queen sized bed in the middle of the room. There was a quilt on top that appeared to be handmade in various shades of greys and purples. You ran your hand over the material thoughtfully while Joel opened a few dresser drawers and pulled out some spare clothes for himself.

"This is pretty," you said, and he turned around to look at the quilt.

"Becky a few doors down makes 'em," he said, turning back to the dresser. "You really wanted purple and I fought you on it, but you always win," he said with a chuckle. You smiled to yourself as you continued to look around the room while Joel collected a few more belongings. You noticed a pair of reading glasses on top of an old western book on one end table. The other end table had a few loose hair ties, a homemade lip balm, and a black, leather bound book with a pen on top. Without even thinking, you walked forward and picked it up, flipping through the pages one by one. It appeared to be a journal, and it looked like it was your handwriting.

Joel stepped out of the bathroom attached to your room and saw you holding the book. He swallowed and watched your face closely, looking for any sign that what you were reading made sense.

"I was gonna show you that tomorrow. Thought it would be too much today," he said after a few minutes.

"I kept a journal?"

"Yeah. You don't write it in often, but sometimes if somethin' special happened, or you just felt the urge, you would write it down," he said, putting his toiletries next to his clothes on the bed.

You closed the book and placed it back on the table, staring at the old cover, lost in thought. You had a million questions and you had to start somewhere.

"Joel... what happened?" you asked him. He frowned, not following at first until you clarified. "In the world, I mean. What happened? Because all of this," you waved your hands around the room and gestured out through the window. "This doesn't seem right. Did I join a cult or something?"

Joel shook his head and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I don't wanna overwhelm you," he began. You sat down as well, making sure to put plenty of distance between you.

"I'm already overwhelmed. Just please... tell me what's going on."

He sighed and looked at the clock on the wall.

"The world ended," he said bluntly, glancing in your direction. You stiffened but you waited for him to elaborate. "It was quick. Happened on a Friday, everythin' was gone by Monday. There's this fungus called cordyceps-"

"Nick asked me about that," you said, and he nodded.

"Well, best guess is the fungus mutated and got into the food supply. It, uh, it infects the brain. It grows and takes over, but it doesn't kill you. Well, not technically." He could see the confusion on your face. He wasn't explaining this right. "The fungus wants to spread, you see? That's it's basic function. If it killed the host, it wouldn't be able to spread. So, the host remains alive, but they're no longer... them."

"And the hosts are... people?" you guessed, and Joel nodded.

"Yeah. Spread like wildfire. One person would get bit-"

"Bit?" you repeated, eyes wide.

"Yeah, it's how the fungus spreads. Through blood. One person would get bit and they turn within hours."

"And there's no cure?"

Joel paused and took a deep breath, his gaze darting nervously around the room.

"No, there's no cure," he finally said.

You sat back on the bed and thought about what Joel just told you. Suddenly, things were starting to make sense. She died the first day.

"And my family?" you asked softly, closing your eyes as you waited for the answer. Joel looked at you, his heart breaking that he had to deliver the news.

"They didn't make it," he said, and one tear slowly escaped and slid down your cheek. "It was a miracle you even made it. That any of us made it," he added, hoping to take the sting out of it.

"A miracle?" you scoffed, opening your eyes now. "How do you figure, Joel? What's the fucking point in living like this?" you asked him angrily, standing up from the bed and pacing around the room.

"Don't say that," he said sadly, rising to his feet. "Believe me, I thought the same thing," he said, unconsciously scratching at the scar on his cheek. "But it turns out there's plenty to live for. It ain't so bad."

"Oh, yeah? Like what?" you challenged, eyes brimming with unshed tears. "What is there to live for? Because I have to be honest, I'm not seeing it."

Joel swallowed as he watched you angrily move around the room.

"Love," he said quietly, and you stopped. You stood with your back to him, your shoulders rising and falling as anger and frustration coursed through you.

Finally, you turned to look at him, tears silently falling.

"But everyone I loved is dead," you sobbed, burying your face in your hands. "My family is dead! Everyone I know is gone! What do I have left?" You dropped your hands and looked at him, tears steadily falling as you waited, completely forgetting the obvious answer.

"You have me," he said, his voice cracking. "And I know that don't mean much now, but I promise you, it will."

Your head fell forward, chin tucking into your chest with your hands on your hips.

"I'm so sorry," you whispered, still looking down. "That was so rude, I didn't mean to say it like that."

"This is hard for me, too," he said, taking a few steps towards you, then stopped. He wanted to pull you into his arms and hold you close, tell you everything was going to be okay, but he had to remind himself that he was essentially a stranger to you.

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizin' for somethin' that ain't your fault," he told you sternly. You dragged your eyes back up to him, your shoulders slumped forward, eyes puffy and red.

"What if my memory never comes back?" you whispered. It was a question Joel didn't want to ask out loud but knew eventually it would be brought up. He took a deep breath and looked you square in the eye.

"Then I'll have to make you fall in love with me all over again," he said with a small shrug, and you let out a huff of laughter at that.

"You sound pretty confident," you replied.

"I did it once before, I can do it again," he told you, his gaze never wavering. "I'll never stop tryin'. What we have together, it's... it's rare. And it might sound stupid, but we're meant to be together. If you let me, I'll prove it to you."

Something in his eye made you feel calmer the longer you looked at him. He wasn't smiling. He wasn't joking. He meant every word. You tore your gaze away from him and looked around the room again. The room you shared with him. The room where you held each other, kissed each other, made love together. Years of memories etched into the floorboards. Countless secrets whispered into the pillows. Laughter and tears echoed against the walls. Your eyes found him again just to realize he never looked away. He stood tall and firm in the middle of the room, patiently waiting for you. And you had to assume if he felt this strongly about what you had, then it must be worth fighting for.

"Okay."

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b.katsuki + lava Quirk!wife (both Pro Heroes)

☆—a.n; i woke up today feeling feisty lol not really xd just wanted some "i'm crazy as you are" type of love today lmao✌🏼🖤

Bakugou Katsuki is obsessed with you.

And he doesn't even try to hide it.

You're his sidekick. You had trained in his Agency since you were a mere brat doing your internship your first year at UA. Of course, there were literally counted the times you had encountered him in person. The other Heroes that joined his Agency were the ones in charge of the kids. They had told you how Dynamight hated when babysitting time came every year, he wouldn't even participate in those actually. So they would advice to not cross his path.

From time to time, Dynamight would watch their sparrings sessions, gave them a bit of advice–more like mean criticism yell at them. But he had better things to do, people to save, villains to get their asses destroyed by him. He was not going to waste his time with annoying brats like you.

He had heard of you, of course. The one brat that could control and handle freaking lava like it was fucking nothing. Of course when he saw you, he thought his sidekick had pulled a prank on him, joking to see if would be excited about the idea of having someone with that type of Quirk in his Agency. You couldn't be the one with the lava quirk. You looked... normal. Quirkless even–if this were other times and if he would judge people about it. He had changed, okay? Thank you very fucking much. But he did think it was impossible that you were that amazing brat the other heroes were talking about. They had even compared you to him, in witty and determination to become the number one Pro Hero on the ranks, in strength and no mercy against villains, or other heroes and classmates.

When he stood right in front of you one day, towering almost three heads over you and almost one more person's size to the side, Dynamight laughed. You looked like a little bunny caught red-handed, terrified by everyone around you–especially by the size of him–and skittish, almost like what Deku had been as a kid.

That should have been a first warning for Bakugou–never judge a book by its cover.

You have trained in his Agency the three years you had been in UA, and he has never once seen you nor your Quirk on display, nevertheless in real action. He had only heard how good you were in trainings from the other heroes. But he didn't care enough to actually sought-after. He was already fighting Deku for the number one spot on the rankings, he didn't have time for brats like you.

Until one day, a dangerous villain, that created enormous monsters of metal almost to the size of a ten flour building, was causing too much disaster appeared. It was more than chaos, it had been a destruction like no other.

Dynamight nor Deku could contain the motherfucker.

He was bruised, his hands beat with agony at the amount of times he had used his blasts and the push to keep going, his body muscles were screaming for him to stop. A quick glance to his side where Deku was, and the guy wasn't better than him, breathing like his lungs couldn’t no more. Every other hero in the scene was in the same shape.

They were fucking losing.

And then, like an angel sent from heaven–or better said, a demon sent from the deepest hell for the way you fucking looked, you appeared in all your majestic glory, lava making you slide in between them, surrounding you like it was nothing, like strings coming from inside your body, and began a new fight with that fucking villain's monsters.

Bakugou saw –an enamored expression on his face– how you your whole demeanor changed, your skin, your eyes, everything in you became so menacingly, so evil looking, so freaking scary, that if you weren't training to be a Hero, he thought you would be one the most terrifying villains of all times –even more than that piece of shit AFO.

The lava was visible in all your body, and you fought, a crazed smile and eyes opened wide, enjoying the damage you were doing to the metal monsters; your joy was shining bright for everyone to see, as you yelled, "DIE, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" as the monster melted under your hands and body.

He was captivated, fucking spellbound, by the sight in front of him. He fell to his knees, watching you melt every single one of the monster in one more movement of your hand, as lava flowed towards them, capturing and melting them as you stand straight, the expression on your face serious and deadly. You then walked towards the source, the main villain who was creating this chaos, and the guy literally fell to the floor in fear, trying to crawl away from you in tears. When you stood before him, you crouched to his level, and smiled devilishly.

The villain pissed his pants.

And Bakugou's cock twitched.

He then murmured, "I'm gonna marry the shit out that woman."

Deku chuckled, shaking his head and letting his body fall to ground in tiredness. Everything was okay now.

From then on, you were by Dynamight's side all the time. The second you graduated –Bakugou Katsuki of fucking course attended the graduation ceremony– he offered a job on his Agency for you. And you said yes, even though you had options like Deku's Agency, or Hawk's, and even Endeavor had offered you a big place on his, trying to win you by saying that most of his sidekicks were fire-like Quirks and that his mother had a Quirk similar to yours, he could ask her for advice for you. Bakugou's stomach turned thinking he might had won you over that. But before he could finish the sentence, "Would you like a spot on my Ag–", you exclaimed a big YES, smiling warmly and eyes shining in excitement.

He had to clear his throat and look away at your expression, making something tingle in his chest. Was that his heart?

You became his partner then, in missions, in interviews, in meetings with other Agencies when some big villain appeared and they had to join forces. You were always there, not behind him but next to him.

In interviews he would always let you speak about how everything went and thank every body who helped. But Katsuki would look at you. Look as the lava started to dissipate from your skin, slowly turning down the temperature and going back to your normal color. Your hair that became liquid lava slowly became the color of greyish-black rock and then smoothed its way to your normal texture and color. He always felt mesmerized watching the process, and he would look at it any opportunity he got.

It wasn't until one night out with his old friends that Pikachu said, "Dude, tone down your thirst a lil' bit," in between laughs with Raccoon Eyes and Shitty Hair.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Kirishima patted his back, shaking his head, "Your sidekick, man. The lava girl?"

"What?"

"What we are trying to say," Mina smirked, "is that everytime you look at her, its almost palpable the way you want to eat her."

Bakugou gulped. "Shut the fuck up. I don't look at her like that."

Mina winked at him, "If you say so..."

That night he searched on the internet in his phone for interviews, desperately. Fuck, his friends were right. He did look at you with a fascination and hunger he had never saw himself do. He remembered thinking about marrying you back in the days, but that had been the heat of the moment, right? This annoyed the shit out of him. But watching you again in those videos, as you smiled so kindly to the reporters or other Hero friends or to even civilians while looking so freaking scary when your Quirk was activated, made something stir inside his belly.

Fuck, you're gorgeous. You're everything he didn't know he wanted.

And that's when he decided he would not hide his feelings for you anymore.

So now, a few years after, when you are married to number two Pro Hero Dynamight, people always talk about how your husband always looks at you. How he always encourages you in your fights to "kill those fucking piece of shits, baby!!" as he is very close to you fighting his own set of shitty villains and you encourage him saying "show them who is the number two hero, love!" He looses it then, a blast that ends it all.

They talk about how he would always kiss you after a fight, even after all that adrenaline that makes him want to bury himself deep inside your warmth, he only holds your face gently, gloved thumbs caressing your cheeks lovingly, eyes locked onto each other like the world doesn't exist outside that moment, and he kisses you softly, a simple touch, a cute press of lips that lasts a millisecond so he doesn't burn the skin of his face and lips. And then he pulls one of your hands with his up in victory.

He didn't only win the battles, he won you each and every time he got to simply look at you, be next to you, kiss you.

He is obsessed with you, and he doesn't want to fucking hide it from the world.

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[criminalamnesia]

Alive

warnings: angst, sad Simon Riley, reader dies, gender neutral reader, no pronouns used for reader, mentions of death, no use of y/n, proofread but I’m human and might’ve missed something

summary: Simon loses you.

author’s note: simon deserves the world.

Simon Riley understood the risks of enlisting. He understood that he was one small cog in a machine, and although valued, he wasn’t crucial. He was a soldier, just like thousands of others that decided to put their lives on the line for something they believed in. If he had to lay his life down during his service, so be it. Maybe his sacrifice would make the world a little bit better.

Simon didn’t know what he believed now.

You were like him in the way that you understood the risks, but that’s where he thought the similarities ended. He was quiet. You were outspoken. He was harsh. You were empathetic.

He was your lieutenant. You were one of his sergeants.

It was against all logic for him to fall for you, yet he had. From the moment you’d been invited to join Task Force 141, Simon knew you would cause him trouble.

He knew by the way you threw your head back and laughed at one of Soap’s cheesy lines. Knew by the way you bested Gaz at pool. At the way you’d tried Price’s drink of choice, bourbon, and swallowed it down without any fuss.

He knew by the way you saw him as he was— not just as your superior or as ‘Ghost’— but as Simon. Simon, who cared deeply for his teammates, his family, beyond what his title required. Simon, who made shitty jokes at shitty times. Simon, who bickered with you over how to properly prepare tea.

He didn’t understand why you’d shown interest in him at first. He surely thought Soap would be the one to sweep you off your feet— but you shut the Scotsman down. You only had eyes for Simon.

He found out later that it was because the two of you were more similar than he’d previously believed. You were fiercely loyal, just like him. You never backed down from a fight, just like him. You dealt with shit quietly, just like him.

You understood him, and you didn’t push. You trusted him so completely, too. Fuck’s sake, you took a bullet for him.

“Ghost, move!” You had shouted, diving out of cover to shove the Brit behind a wall.

“What the fuck?!” He yelled at you, drawing his breath in shallow pants as his eyes narrowed at you from under his mask.

“You don’t listen for shit sometimes, LT,” you were shouting to be heard over the gunfire surrounding you. “There was a fucking sniper— you were gonna be shot!”

“He was a shit shot, Sergeant. I knew he was there—”

“Ghost, just say thank you,” you rolled your eyes and straightened.

“Bloody hell,” he grumbled as his eyes scanned you, and you looked at him with confusion.

“What?”

“Maybe tha’ sniper wasn’t shit after all. Gotta get you to a medic, c’mon—” he began, reaching a hand out to grasp your arm and tug you away from the firefight.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, you had no clue what he was talking about. You looked down at your body as you allowed Ghost to drag you along. That’s when you saw the crimson peeking out from the edge of your vest, and the first pang of pain finally hit you.

“Oh, shit. Didn’t even notice,” you grumbled, and you could hear Simon grunt ahead of you.

“Adrenaline. An’ the fact tha’ you were mad at me.”

“If I was mad at you, you’d know it. Just think you should show more gratitude since I saved your life and all.”

“I’ll show gratitude when you ain’t bleedin’.” He huffed.

Fiercely loyal. It was a blessing to the team and a curse to you. Loyal to the men you called your family. Loyal to the cause. Loyal to the mission, no matter the personal cost.

Simon wished you would’ve let him take that bullet. Maybe then he wouldn’t be here with the remainder of the 141, holding the urn containing what was left of you. The gold-colored metal felt cool against his bare hands. It was almost soothing, but it would soothe him more if you were still by his side.

He knew that he’d never get the image of you laying there lifeless out of his head. It had been quick. Shot right in the fucking head, execution style. Simon hadn’t even realized what had happened until the gunfire had subsided and Soap was yelling.

His heart had nearly stopped. He knew this happened all the time— a soldier’s death. But he never expected it to happen to you.

The task force had been on so many missions together. You’d all survived so much shit, and Simon realized that up until the moment he saw your lifeless body, he’d felt that the team was somewhat invincible. Yes, he knew the risks, but all of you had gotten out of worse before. It was naive to think nothing would happen, and Simon cursed himself for it.

He knew that the abruptness of your death was the reason he couldn’t quite comprehend it. One second you’re there, warning him of a shooter to his left, and the next you’re on the ground with a bullet in your skull.

“Bravest fucking soldier I ever knew,” Price’s voice is gruff with emotion as he speaks. One of his hands rests atop the urn. “Most loyal, too. Took a bullet for all of us, one time or another.”

The other men nodded their heads.

“Kindest person I knew,” Soap spoke with a soft voice. “Outspoken, but kind.”

“Fought until the end,” Gaz said with a frown. “Rest easy, love.”

Simon knew it was his turn to say something. Tears glistened in his eyes, threatening to spill and smudge the black paint around them. He knew how to be alone. He’d spent years alone. But this wasn’t just being alone— it was being alone without you.

He didn’t think he could go back to the way things were before he met you. He didn’t want to go back to the way things were. He wanted to fight and yell and get you to come back, but it wasn’t possible.

The hand he had in the pocket of his hoodie curled into a tight fist. The hand he had on the urn didn’t waver.

He didn’t want to say goodbye, to make this final. To close the door you’d opened when you stepped into his life and turned things on its axis.

“Rest in peace, love.” He spoke at last, his voice full of barely contained emotion.

There were too many things to say, but those were the words he settled on. ‘Rest in peace.’ He truly hoped you were at peace. Simon didn’t know what he believed came after death, but he hoped that wherever you were now, you were serene.

‘Rest in peace.’ It wasn’t goodbye, not explicitly. You’d always be with him— a dagger in his heart he couldn’t bear to remove. He’d carry the pain for the rest of his service, the rest of his life.

It wasn’t goodbye. You’d always be with him.

Price removed the lid of the urn. The men slowly removed their hands from the object, allowing Simon full possession as he drew his other hand out of his pocket.

He held the metal as delicately as he would hold you. You’d always laughed and told him you weren’t glass— you wouldn’t break. Simon knew that. Of course he knew that, he’d witnessed firsthand how tough you were.

But you were precious to him, and he treated you as such.

His fingers shook the slightest bit as he turned his body to face the edge of the cliff. It was a truly beautiful place, and Simon knew that if you could’ve seen it, you would’ve loved it.

A breeze picked up as Simon slowly tipped the urn. He watched the last bits of you flow through the wind. The other men of Task Force 141 turned and walked away quietly.

Simon remained there, rooted to the spot, until he could no longer see the scattered ashes of you floating in the breeze.

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The Hunt

Yandere! Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Spider! Reader

tw: yandere (slow-burn(?)), dark-fic, violence, assault, spoilers for across the spider-verse.

word count: 6,1 k

status: in revision

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Part II

“Stay still and let me squash you like the spider you are!" 

"I think I'll pass on that one, thanks" you retorted as you moved out of yet another attack which could have pierced through you. You were jumping around, feet and arms in sync as you balanced your body to dodge the snapping metal claws. 

The flow of your body conveyed an effortless image, but the fight was far from over. As hard as it was to admit, you were having a tough time figuring it out. 

"Be wary of those, (Y/n)" 

"Yep" 

The foe before you was good at maintaining his distance and using the range of the metal limbs to his advantage. The claws snapped any web you shot at him and easily dodged and covered from your attacks as well. This metal exoskeleton he had was really bothering you- whereas you were used to the fleshy feeling of the mutant tentacles of the mad bio-engineering scientist you knew, this self-proclaimed Otto Octavius’ tentacles were purely made of metal. And it was quite metal, because your fist hurt like hell when you came into contact with it despite your super-strength. In addition, the metal exoskeleton was purely coordinated with his movements. They were calculated and clean, unlike the brash and wild nature of 'your' Doc Ock. [Thank God this copycat came in with a discount, it would have been worse if you had to deal with eight metal octopi-limbs.] 

In the battle's agitation, something odd occurred. Just when you thought it could not get any weirder, his frame shook violently, and he fell to the ground in a flash of strange colors and shapes. His voice quivered, his shout of pain came out distorted and chopped. 

"What the-? Peter, is he...?" 

"Glitching?” he said with doubt, “but how..." immediately, he began to tap away on the keyboard. 

You did not want to waste your time observing the phenomenon, instead deeming this man dangerous, you took the opportunity to confine him in your webs. The webs surrounded his torso and tied extra-tight around the metal limbs. 

The glitching stopped and you neared him. 

"So… Otto Octavius, right? Mind telling me more about Spider-Man?" You asked, but there was no answer. His head was hanging, and his shoulders were too lax, he seemed unconscious. 

"Um, sir?" You closed the distance between you and touched him briefly. "Sir? Other Dock Ock?" You continued, and just as you were about to check if he was breathing, something cool clamped down on your wrist. 

Immediately you redirected your sight and saw a metal claw on your wrist, it was viciously gripping you. Then you heard laughing, making you turn your attention at a now perfectly conscious man with scraps of web around him on the floor. 

"Ah, shit". In cue with the curse that left your lips, you were thrown at full force against the building. Your head impacted first and your body slumped to the ground, a loud ringing sounded off in your ears, and your sight turned terribly foggy. 

You groaned in pain and attempted to get up, but the metal limb got to you first and lifted you off the ground once more. It pulled you near as you thrashed. To escape from the vice grip, you focused the muscles of your arm and began to open apart the metal claw. The metal screeched and folded, yet your efforts dwindled when another claw came at you. 

This time, it wrapped itself around your throat, cutting the airflow into your system. He hoisted you up to admire your writhing form. 

"I just love killing spiders," he grinned wickedly, "after this, Peter Parker is next".  

The mention of your friend sent the adrenaline in your body rushing and your heart strained against your chest. Your body was urging you to move, muscles tightening to contract and exert force- but your eyes began to fail you. Your vision slowly turned opaque due to the lack of oxygen. 

A final metal claw appeared, and you vaguely made out a glimmering edge at the center of it- a sharp blade. 

"Die."  

You heard the words laced with venom and your friend frankly calling out to you, his voice drowned by the fading consciousness of your body. Was this the end? Is this the way it all ends?  

'C'mon girl, keep it up!' 

Just when the point-end of the blade was about to pierce you, an orange glow painted the scene. An engine roared— the blade never came.  

You were dropped on the ground unceremoniously when the vice grip let go of you. Lips parted for a large gasp for that sweet, sweet air. Still, its sudden intrusion made you cough, and as your back shook furiously you felt a soothing sensation on it. Somebody was rubbing your back. 

"You alright?" Another masculine voice, but this time, it was friendly and caring. There were no traces of animosity in it. 

Even before your sight could clear, your spider-sense was running. It was running even more wild than before, and when you opened your eyes to see your savior, you were left astonished. 

Your spider-sense tingled and evened out, synchronizing up with another spider-sense. 

This man was just like you. 

The web-patterned mask, his lenses, the arachnid symbol on his chest. It was all too familiar. 

"You...are me?" 

"No, and yes. I mean, no, I am not you, but I am like you." He hoisted you up by the elbow and put you on your feet. "Anyway, explanations later, now we have to deal with this guy and put him back in his dimension."  

"In his dimension? What-" 

"Explanations later", a female voice interrupted and reiterated. You glanced at the direction of the voice and your spider-sense picked up the same feeling.  

It was a woman with big, dense curly hair, in a stylish leather tracksuit with a matching headband, and she rode on a motorcycle. She did not wear a mask, revealing part of her brown skin, but she had large, yellow-tinted sunglasses in a shape and proportion you knew all too well. 

The woman flashed you a sweet smile, showing her gapped-pearly whites. 

"Now, let's kick ass" and she roared the engine once more and rode straight at Octavius. She crashed the vehicle into him, pushing him back, and stood up on it. As she balanced her weight forwards on the vehicle, she reached out her hand- five web strings much like your own sprouted from the pads of her fingers. She brought the villain flush against the tire of the running motorbike, and he clutched his face in pain. The man who patted you followed suit, and he too shot web, although out from his wrist, and launched himself against him. He delivered a couple of blows, punches, and kicks, as he used his 'web-shooter' -you guessed- to propel back and forth. 

You just stood there, eyes wide and lenses as big as round plates. 

"Peter, are you seeing this?" 

"Yes, and I'm already coming up with some theories" you heard the fast-clicking sound of a keypad going on. "I can't have anything for sure and it's not like I can track back to any tabs on these guys... The best thing I can produce is for you to stick around and find out, but do not lower your guard" 

"I guess so" you said, simply taking in and accepting what was going on as you took speed and jumped, your legs pulling back and your arms stretching at a sharp angle behind your back. 

Your body flew, and you looked down to see Octavius struggling to stand up as the two new heroes faced him. 

Octavius stood up on all metal fours and he growled in rage, "Spider-Man!" his sights now focused on the blue and red hero. 

"You might want to look behind you, Doc"  

The smirk of the lady on the motorcycle and the cheekiness of the disguised man said it all. The dark silhouette of a shadow cast upon him was growing bigger, and Doc Ock turned his head. 

Your wrists extended and web shot from both. The silk rope attached itself to the upper shoulders of the metal limbs and you grasped the webs to pull yourself. With the help of force and acceleration, you delivered a powerful kick on the man’s back.  

Your attack was not meaningless, for your aim was set on the bright spot at the top near his nape. The power source, the connection of the exoskeleton with Octavius’ nervous system. 

A few sparks blew off, signaling your success in delivering the final blow. Well, that, and how the tentacles trembled before collapsing- dropping the mad man on the ground. 

“You!” he whipped his head, “You little- “his words were cut short by web sticking on his lips, sealing them shut. 

“Not a word more from you, please. I kinda had enough,” you exasperated and slumped your shoulders. Your hand rubbed on your head, a little bit of pain still lingering on the impacted area. 

You were about to web him up, this time making sure he would stay put, but the curly-haired woman halted you with her hand. With the other, she slid a disk across the floor which stopped in front of Octavius. Then, laser-like hexagons formed, one by one until the villain was encased fully. 

“Oh, well that’s nice. What is that?” 

“A portable prison we use to capture anomalies.” 

“Anomalies?” 

“People that stray from their original dimensions and pose a threat to the cannon.” 

“The cannon?” 'Geez, keeping up with this new information is hard'. Amid your confusion, the woman laughed. She was not laughing out in mockery, more like she had found your confusion endearing.  

She stretched out her hand for you to shake it, and hesitantly you did.  

“I am Jessica Drew, Spider-Woman, Earth-404.” 

“And I’m Peter B. Parker, the one and only Spiderman from Earth-616B” The man took off his mask, showing excited eyes and a warm smile as he stretched out his hand. The physical resemblance he had to your best friend was uncanny, well, he was him from another dimension, of course. The brown eyes and hazelnut hair, but he was much taller, certainly older and you could distinguish the outline of worked muscles below his spandex suit. 

“(Y/n), this is unbelievable...” but you ignored your friend through the comms as you were just as surprised as him, or even more. 

“Spider-Woman, I mean, (Y/n) (L/n), Earth… 

“Earth-699” Peter B Parker filled in for you, and you repeated his words, taking them in your mind. 

“Wait, wait… So, you are Spider-Women,” you glanced at Peter B. Parker, “Spider…people… sorry, from other dimensions?” you asked in disbelief. 

“Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” and Jessica Drew hummed in approval of Peter B’s words. 

“And, and you! I know you! Well, I know you in this world. He’s my best friend, and my back-up” the other Peter chuckled. 

“Ooh, the classic back-at-the-chair guy?” his eyebrow twitched in curiosity. “Feels like a demotion though…” 

“Hey!" 

You giggled at his antics, "Trust me, you are very cool in this dimension too. Without him, I would not be Spider-Woman". Your warm smile and noble words caught the brown eyes of Jessica, and for a moment, she stared right at your own not long after her and the other Peter -you will call him Peter. B- shared silent eye contact which spoke volumes between them. Then they both smiled, and Jessica Drew giggled, "This one is yours; I have already recruited a lot. Miguel will bite my head off if I bring in one more" 

"Right, right, you just want to make me be the one to ask him" 

Confused about what they were talking about and who, you were about to ask them before Peter B spoke first.  

"So, we like you- my spider-sense can already tell me you are an amazing hero, (Y/n). Do you want to join us? And the rest of Spiders, a spider-society of our own if you are interested." 

People just like you? Your heart began to beat fast with joy and excitement, this, this was amazing. If there is a whole society of other people, of other You's, Peter B's, and Jessica's, with their own hero journeys, spider-suits, spider-abilities, and voices to be heard- you wanted all in. 

"I'm in!" you exclaimed, physically jumping at the opportunity. The afro spider-woman hopped back on her motorbike, you saw her fiddle with a bracelet on her wrist, a slick white-metal watch of sorts, and the same orange glow from before emerged. This time, you took a closer look- it was a portal, a hexagonal electric-orange portal made of rings.  

Peter B. hopped on behind Jessica, and he looked back behind at you and beckoned you closer with his hand, patting the space left on the leather seat. You smiled wide below the mask and rushed your feet to the vehicle, hopping on. 

"You know it's almost two in the morning and we have work tomorrow, right?" Your Peter's voice sounded. You groaned, "Yes, don't wait for me. Also, didn't take my keys so leave the window open please" 

"Again? Girl, I-" but Peter heard the roaring of an engine and the sound of screeching tires before the loud beep signaling the end of the intercommunication device and he cursed under his breath. He shut down the three-screen PC and kicked his feet to distance the chair from the desk, drawing a large sigh from his lips. He stood up, revealing his pajama set and house coat, and very fluffy set of Spider-Woman slippers you had gifted him jokingly, [wearing unofficial merch of your vigilante best-friend was weirdly hilarious, but they were too comfortable and soft to pass]. He walked toward the living rooms' window, thank God you two were on the seventh floor, and pulled off the lock.  

"One of these days I swear I will lock her out, so she begins taking her goddamn keys", he grunted in between teeth. He dragged the palm of his hand down his features, squeezing down his cheeks and wrinkling them. He glanced at the dreadful hour, led bright numbers making out 1:50 AM.  

'As long as I get in bed before two...' Despite the petty annoyance this occurrence caused, he could not help but crack a smile.  

He looked out the window and observed the city lights, contemplating the night. 

You were incredible to Peter, your best friend. Sometimes he wished NYC were more grateful for the protection your courageous and self-risking services lent. Although he was aware they were out of your heart.  

Peter took a long, loud sip of his mug of tea. It was halfway cold. As he drank and emptied the contents of his cup, Peter wondered. 

"Who is going to protect you when you are too busy protecting others, (Y/n)", his worrisome thoughts were vocalized. Part of why Peter helped you back to the chair was because of this because he was worried about you. Of course, it felt nice and gratifying to put his own grains of sand in the jar of NYC's safety, protecting citizens and loved ones alike, but deep-down Peter felt powerless. 

What if one day someone manages to best you, or you mess with the worst of people? Someone you will not be able to defeat, someone like you? The possibilities, the enemies, could be endless. After what tonight's events revealed the existence stirred something within him, call it his Parker-Sense [turns out there is a Peter Parker who is a Spider-Man as well in another universe- he will have to ask you more about it, tomorrow.]. 

He placed the cup down on the coffee table beside the heater, casting aside his worries along it. Peter knew he could do nothing but help from back of the front lines- he could only hope the gadgets and suits he designed for you would help you in your quest and help you make it back home every night. 

You raised your arms as if you were on the best rollercoaster ride in the world whilst you travelled through the fabric of time and space. It was fast and short, but breathtaking. There was not enough time to process what you had just experienced as you crossed through a flash of light. 

As the flash dispersed, you noticed your surroundings. You found yourself inside a big, big building. Although the design was minimalistic, and the color grey was dominating, you made out figures of diverse colors. 

Not figures, people. 

And not regular people, people like you- spider people. 

Hundreds of them, walking, chatting, hanging around. On the floor, on the ceiling, on the walls, all around the unorganized columns that stretched everywhere in every direction. 

Your spider-sense had already caught up with the gig, because your mind has surprisingly not fallen apart.  

"Welcome to HQ, this is the lobby" Peter B. announced. 

A simple 'woah' was all you could muster as your lenses widened. Jessica hopped off her motorbike and stored it in a pocket-size gadget, somehow but it does not surprise you, and she tapped on your wrist. She handed you a purple bracelet, "It's a one-day pass, it allows you to stay here without glitching. You may have seen it happen to that stray Doc Ock". 

‘So, he was glitching, huh.’ 

You hung the bracelet around your wrist and secured it tight, you guessed glitching was not very comfortable and you did not really want to find out for yourself. Once you put it on, she smiled and turned on her heels, gesturing to you with her head to follow her. 

"We got to go girl, can't keep Miguel waiting." 

"Miguel?" you enquired.  

"Miguel O' Hara" Peter B answered for her as he began to walk beside you "the man behind this society. This-", he twirled around and raised his hands in contemplation as the three of you walked, "-was all his idea. He is the leader, it's thanks to him that we are all able to protect and maintain every dimension stable".  

'Well, he sounds like a cool guy- I should probably meet him if I'm around here, want to make a good first impression’ 

"He can also come off as intimidating and harsh, but he's got no bite. He just has a little bit of fang to show, no more. So don't be scared or feel intimidated".  

'Or not', you gulped.  

Something about the sweet tone in Peter B’s voice, like he had given this disclaimer a couple of times before, slightly unsettled you- but you hid your nervousness behind a small chuckle. 

As Jessica lead the way, or Jess as she insisted you call her, you 'toured' the facilities- a cafeteria with spider-themed food, a gym fit for training the super-strengthen, a villain-confinement area in which you found yourself mesmerized by the different versions of villains you had faced [which was a slightly awkward experience as you tried to ignore the daggers that were coming out from that Doc Ock's eyes and threatened to destroy the barrier that imprisoned him]. You even got to know of a therapy room, which could always come in handy later, who knows. You must make sure to swing by the cafeteria later and try out that Spider-Burger, and certainly try out the super/human equipment in the training center [it is not your usual friendly-neighborhood gym that has a leg press machine loaded with the weight of a train]. 

It was crazy- Peter B. and Jess told you everything about this place. They talked about the multiverse, and how everyone is connected through key moments in their lives as 'Spiders' through cannon events- which were more or less significant events that would shape their paths as heroes, some good, some bad, and some very bad- but all of them necessary. 

The death of your parents. Although you would never get over it, and the belief that you could have done something if you hadn’t been so powerless at that time was still rooted deep within your heart- but the fact that it was destined to happen as part of your life as Spider-Woman brought you some relief, because you felt as if it was not entirely your fault alone. They were cannon events in your life as Spider-Woman, and nothing was supposed to prevent them. 

It was bittersweet- it made you feel understood. Even though you had your own best friend who you could rely on, and you knew you could tell him everything, you also knew he would not understand. There is a great responsibility that comes with this power, and with its burdens, and inner battles that make you feel alone in the struggle, but not anymore. 

You are not alone, you are not the one and only Spider-Woman, and that made you feel you could find other people to bare this struggle with. 

The 'Spider' Peter continued with the explanation, "-- and that's why anomalies are so dangerous, and we have to deal with them, because they can break the cannon and thus destroy the fabric of the dimension that has been disturbed, and with it, millions of lives." 

In cue with the end of his talk, Jess and Peter B. halted their steps. "We're here" she said and pointed with her gaze to move forward. So, you did, you took a step forward. 

Your eyes took in the room, it was dark, and the ceiling was tall. There was a platform in the middle of it, and the orange light was abundant. Atop the platform was a man standing, his wide back facing and disheveled strands of hair facing you- he seemed busy, and too concentrated on the dozens of holographic screens surrounding him. 

There was a loud silence in the room, until Jess nudged Peter B with her elbow, and he blurted, "Okay, okay, lemme’ just" he adjusted the collar of his suit, as if it were too tight on him. He breathed in, calming down his nerves, which made you more nervous because why would he be?  

"Hey! Miguel!" his voice echoed through the room, and he waved eagerly at the man above. It was a slight movement, but you noticed how this 'Miguel' threw his head back and sighed loudly- it was clear that he was annoyed by the interruption. 

"Que ganas de molestar... What is it?!" The first part of his sentence was barely audible, but he made sure to raise his voice for the words that came out in English. His body was now facing the three of you, hands rested on his hips, and body weight slumped on his right leg. 

From that height, he seemed as if he was looking down on you... 

"Give me a minute, (Y/n), you see he looks tough, but he is really easy to crack" Peter B attempted to reassure you, earning a roll of the eyes of Jess which you barely dismissed, and he webbed a corner of the platform and pulled himself up to it. 

Peter B's physical gestures were funny and full of movement, while the man remained stiff and stoic. You could not hear the conversation well, they were meters above you, but you guessed they were talking about you-- 

"C'mon Miguel, she's amazing really, we could use a helping hand and-" 

"There's lots of helping hands already" 

"Yes, but the more the merrier right? I am serious, you're not going to regret it, I've seen her, and Jess too" 

Their talk continued for a few minutes, but then you saw Peter B clinging on to the man's shoulder and you saw him turn his head, mouthing the words 'all right.' 

Proving your guess to be true, you saw Peter B smile widely and he walked towards the edge of the platform, "Y/N! Climb up here!" He called out to you and gestured with his hand, and you did just as he did a few minutes ago. Before you could pull yourself, however, Jess tugged lightly at your mask. 

"You should probably take that off, you don't want to be rude in your first day before the boss, right?" she chuckled. "You're right," you nodded and proceeded with her advice. Your fingers slid under the mask and hooked at its hem, you tugged upwards. Your (h/c) strands cascaded down and bounced on your shoulders, and you revealed a curious set of (e/c) eyes and (s/c) skin. 

Jess ran her hands through your hair, quickly fixing it- after being pressed down by the mask it had a little bit of frizz to it, "You're looking great, now go get that job girl" and she turned you around by the shoulders and patted your back in support. 

You smiled and blushed, a little bit of confidence surging within you, you were nervous. 

[His gaze, something about it, it made you uncomfortable. You did not think much of it, putting the blame on the towering height the platform provided.] 

You twisted your fist around the web, and swung yourself and pulled down with strength, propelling yourself upwards. You made sure to land with grace on the platform, you really wanted to land yourself that good first impression. 

"Here she is," Peter B dragged on the sound of the vowels, as if presenting some grand entrance, he walked behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders. Quickly, Peter B hunched and whispered encouraging words in your ear- 

"You'll do great," he said softly against your ear. You offered a small smile and walked out of his hold, facing the man before you two. 

'Well, damn' you said loudly in your mind. If when you were below this man seemed intimidating, now up close, it was ten times more so. He had a big build, broad shoulders and clear, lined brick muscles under his cyber-punk blue and red suit. His forearms left his hips and were flexed below his broad chest, highlighting the muscles in his arms even more. You looked up to his face and gulped. 

He had a chiseled, handsome, tanned face- his jaw was sharp and so was his wide nose, his cheekbones were high and his eyebrows thick and straight, giving him a mature look. Your guess was that he was somewhere in his 30's, and by the look in his fierce yet tired eyes evinced by the bags under them, you guessed he had also gone through a lot (not like you will pry about it now, that seemed like a death wish for sure). 

Were you staring for too long? You did not notice, at least not until the man before you grunted and shot raised his eyebrows, tilting his face to the side as if granting you the permission to speak. 

You also heard Peter B. cough, not so casually. 

"Uhm, hi! I," you smiled widely, only to earn a slight judgmental look from him, 'oh my god, this is going to be harder than it looks.' To recover from that small awkward moment, you offered you hand to shake it and rephrased, "Hello, I'm (Y/n) (L/n) and I'm Spider-Woman from Earth-699, or so I've been told." 

You recomposed your breath and stance, shoulders and back straightened, trying to come off as confident and polite. "I met Peter B. Parker and Jessica Drew on my night patrol, and it was quite a surprise, but a nice one. They told me everything about this place, and about the multiverse," unbeknownst to you, the glint in your eyes as your excitement began to slip past the professional facade caught his eyes, "and let me tell you I would be more than glad to join the team, it would be an amazing opportunity, and a responsibility I would be more than glad to take over". 

Miguel could tell you were not lying, albeit he could tell you were nervous and a bit fidgety, but your tongue rolled not honeyed words, but ones that were sincere. He genuinely appreciated that. 

Your hand was still outstretched when he called out for his trusted A.I, "Lyla", and with simply calling out her name, it appeared. 

A tiny orange holograph of a person appeared right before you, at the edge of your nose to be precise, like a playful fairy. She wore an oversize coat and fashionable boots, and distinctive pink heart-shaped glasses. 

"Hello!" She greeted, and you were slightly caught off guard. You were about to greet back, but she vanished, and reappeared on your shoulder, and then again, and she reappeared on your other shoulder, and again- this time above you. Your sight tried to follow her, but to no avail as she vanished and materialized, yet you did catch a glimpse of these round devices she had with her which bathed you, in yet again, orange light.  

"Scanning complete!" she announced and appeared for a final time on Miguel's shoulder. "Let's see... Indeed, from Earth-699, and with an excellent track record of ten years! Her cannon remains intact, and if you ask me, she seems to be an excellent candidate."  

"Oh, thanks...?" You were not sure what to say, how could she know all that? It was a heck of an artificial intelligence, nothing you had witnessed back at home, even with Pete's genius, and she even winked at you. She was sentient, that was mind blowing. 

Whatever Lyla, as you recalled, showed Miguel seemed to be some sort of CV. He was looking through a holographic tab, and you managed to see a few mirrored images of you and your New York, recognizing frames and scenes from your life and the people you had come across. As he scrolled down through the screen, he kept taking glances at you, as if corroborating the information, while you just stood there with a bright smile and relaxed features in your face- although you were panicking on the inside. 

The tanned man closed the tab and redirected his gaze on you, his dark eyes piercing right through yours, but his features relaxed and he even offered a small smile.  

"My name is Miguel O' Hara," a smooth, Spanish accent evident on his first name, "and I'm this universe's Spiderman, Earth-2099." He stretched out his own hand, offering it to you and you shook it- his grip was strong and secure, and his hand enclosed over your smaller one. 

He retrieved his hand, but he kept it open, his palm facing up while he showed it to you. A bracelet began to materialize on it. After a few seconds, the materializing process was complete, and you noticed the same device Peter B. and Jess had on their wrists. 

"It's a travelling gizmo, used for hopping to other dimensions without glitching" the A.I filled in. You took it carefully from Miguel's hands, and with the same manner, you slid it on your wrist- it was a perfect fit.  

After the click sound, you admired it for a few seconds before Miguel spoke again, "You are part of the club now."  

His features fell back to a strict, but calm, look on his face, and he continued, "You'll be called for missions through the gizmo, nothing for today but be sure to answer on time. I do not like it when people are late for work", he said harshly, and you nodded. 

"See, I told you it would work out!" the 'professional' atmosphere was cut short by Peter B, who seemed excited as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. "She won't disappoint Miguel, I'm sure of it." He said as he smiled at Miguel, and you noticed how his features fell flat upon Peter B, however you could not help a giggle escape from your lips. 

"Yes, I'll make sure of that", you looked at Peter and smiled, and repeated the same affection with Miguel, who widened his eyes but recomposed quickly, covering for any slip-ups.  

"Well if everything is settled then, I'll be leaving." Peter B. patted your shoulders simultaneously "I have a little girl and a beautiful wife waiting for me, back home." The words that came out of the Spider' Peter made your eyes widen and your mouth dropped open,  

"You are married?! And have a child?!" 

"Yes, they are the most wonderful people on Earth!" he said giddily, then he quirked his eyebrows and put his hands on his hips, he sounded quizzical "Why do you sound so surprised though?" 

"No, no, I'm just very curious- as you are the other version of my best friend. So, who's the lucky girl?" you enquired, still not believing it.

"Mary Jane, I don't know if you know her in your dimension," he said with a warm tone in his voice, you could tell by the way he spoke about her that he was really in love with her. Of course, you knew Mary Jane, or MJ as you called her. She was a close friend of yours, and Pete, and the main subject of your teasing against him. In your dimension, Peter is so in love with MJ but has yet to gather the courage to face her and take her out on a date. 

You laughed, "My Peter would be blushing mad right now. He has yet to take her out on a date and make his move", your words made Peter B remember of the past, and he chuckled. 

"Any advice I could relay to him? I want to be the best wingman there is" 

"Just tell him to be himself, it'll work out. Ooh, but be sure to tell him he must be on time when he arranges any dates! It will save him a lot of trouble!" 

"I'll make sure to tell him", you giggled. Then Peter B proceeded to take out his cellphone and show you pictures of his baby daughter, MJ. You could not help but gush alongside him, she was adorable, with her funny faces, the pictures of her playing around and in little outfits, and as she was doing little mischiefs [you swore right there and then that when the time comes, you would be the coolest auntie ever]

You continued to fangirl over the baby photos until Miguel O'Hara interrupted the both of you, "It's getting late, the both of you. "  

His face said it all- the poker face, and flat lips, he looked tired. Hence you bid farewell, Lyla sat on your shoulder as she helped you with the interface of the gizmo. You managed to open a portal back to your home dimension and bid the corresponding farewells before jumping back home. 

"So, I get that you did like her?" 

Miguel grunted, "Como sea, el tiempo lo dira. Go home Peter, I can't stand you any longer".  

Seeing that Miguel was already switching back to his grumpy humor, Peter B raised his hands in the air. "Geez, Miguel, cut me some slack" and turned around, not before making a portal to his own dimension. With his hands still raised in the air, he teased, "You'll end up scaring the new recruit" and jumped back into the portal before he could face an even grumpier Miguel. 

"Ese insufrible hijo de-" 

"He's kinda right though" 

"Lyla!" 

"See? Geez, you're going to get even more wrinkles..." 

The A.I vanished out of Miguel's clawed swipe, and sticked out her tongue in mockery as the man growled. 

Surprisingly, instead of landing on the hard concrete floor, you landed on the soft surface of what you recognized to be your own bed, and you made a mental note to remind yourself to thank Lyla.  

"Ah, right, the window", you recalled you had told Pete to leave it open, so you went out to the living room and put on its lock. The living room was dark, it had the faint glow of NYC's night. It was a pleasant surprise for you thought you would be arriving at dawn, but it was not the case- you would get more sleep. 

"Five hours of sleep are still better than one" you mumbled and retrieved the used mug left on the coffee table, which you then rinsed in the sink- a small favor for your guy in the chair. 

At last, you took off your suit and after doing your nightly bathroom routine, you plopped on the bed. Sleep caught up with you quickly, it had been a busy and long night- you only hoped you would listen to your alarm in the morning and be able to get to work. 

You shifted in your bed and cuddled into your pillow, your lips parted and let own a drowsy yawn, "I'll have to tell everything to Pete tomorrow" and with that, you closed your eyes. 

Although tired and sleepy, you could not help the fuzzy feeling in your chest- you were so happy for what was to come, hoping for the best. You could not wait to be back at headquarters, but you guess, it will have to wait until tomorrow in the least. For now, you would have to settle for some hours of sleep. 

A/n: EVERYONE THANK YOU SO MUCH! Part I is about to reach 2k notes and I can't believe I now have 1k followers, truly, thank you so much. Thank you to all the people that have reblogged and commented, I can't express how thankful I am truly. I also want to apologize for the delay, I had a hard writer's block as regards Miguel's introduction, I wanted it to be perfect, and it still not is. I also wanted to give reader a good backbone for the story. Anyway, Part III follows suit and with it the yandere! (yes! finally- I know people can get impatient for it bc it happens to me too). Anyways, I hope you like this part, and I am looking forward for your opinions!

Translations: (Btw, I am Argentinean, not Mexican, so I do speak castellano or spanish, but not mexican-slang spanish. I hope my Mexican readers are cool with the way Miguel speaks!) "Que ganas de molestar..." = So bothersome/ so annoying, or literally 'such need to bother' "Como sea, el tiempo lo dira." = Anyway/Anyhow, time will tell. "Ese insufrible hijo de-" = That insufferable son of a-

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[slashersteve]

Hi, can I request a Steve Harrington x girlfriend reader where they get into a car wreck and Steve freaks out. At first the reader thinks it's about the car but it's really about them.

This request actually reminded me of a part of an old, unpublished series I wrote a few years ago a little after s3, so I revamped it for this. Also, I'm trying a new format for writing more shorter requests! Thank you lovely <3

warnings/extra tags: cursing, mentions of blood, car accident, st2 steve because meooow

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The car was a wreck.

The frame of it looked like it was completely demolished, the red paint scratched off in various places, and the headlights were practically non-existent. The windshield too was one tap away from being completely shattered.

It certainly looked like it belonged in this junkyard you recklessly drove it through in order to save your boyfriend and the kids he found himself babysitting and monster hunting with.

You might say the cherry on top was the demodog blood that stained the scrapped pieces of the car, or the actual demodog that was pinned against the destroyed hood.

"What-what the hell just happened!?" Steve was shouting from where he had laid on the ground after he jumped out of your way, "Oh my god!"

You were stumbling out of the car, your head feeling incredibly disoriented before you nearly collapsed. Your hand had found a metal bin filled with various junk, and you leaned on it as to not fall to the ground.

The sound of Steve calling your name made you lift your head up to see a panicked expression written on your boyfriend's face as he was running toward you. You stared at him for a second, before you remembered what you had just done.

Your heart sank, realizing that the car you just crashed into a couple of demodogs wasn't yours. It was Steve's, and you probably just totaled it right in front of him. When you turned your head and saw the damage, guilt had already settled in you, and you very quickly began to apologize.

"I'm so sorry," you told him, your voice still quite winded from the crash, "I just saw a bunch of them surround you and I didn't know what else to do, so I just-"

Steve was in front of you now, his soft brown eyes frantically moving over your face before resting on a cut on your forehead that was protruding blood.

You didn't even realize you were injured, too focused on the fact that you destroyed Steve's car.

"I can't believe this," Steve said to you, and you almost wanted to cry, "Are you crazy? God dammit, you really just did that-"

At the sight of your eyes welling up with tears, Steve felt his heart stop and he thought the worst.

"I swear Steve, I will help you fix it, or hell I'll give you my car until I can get you a new one, god I am such an asshole, I didn't even think about it-"

Steve had barely started to listen what you were talking about, as his attention was on your wound and he was about to ask you if you were hurt bad anywhere else because you were about to cry.

"Wait what?" Steve asked you, his eyes resting back on yours.

You were frowning deeply, and replied in a quiet voice, "I destroyed your car, Steve."

His eyebrows drew inward, and his eyes flashed toward the smoking, hunk of metal that was currently pinning a twitching demodog against another, much older and abandoned car.

Steve blinked for a moment, clearly seeing the damage then turned back to you, "What? That's what you're worried about?"

You nodded weakly, "Yeah, it's your car Steve-"

"Screw the damn car," he interrupted, looking at you as if you had grown two heads when you really only assumed he cared about that hunk of metal rather than the well-being and safety of his girlfriend.

You still weren’t getting it though, “But I totally ruined it-“

Steve interrupted you again, “I’m more concerned about you, shit, you’re bleeding pretty bad. Henderson! I hope you have bandages in that backpack of yours or something!” His hand reached upward to the top of your forehead, his hand carefully touching around the wound. You winced when he did, and he apologized.

You didn’t know why you were so concerned with the car rather than yourself too, or why you would think for a moment that Steve, your loving boyfriend, would care more about it than you.

He clenched his jaw and shook his head when your eyes met each others and he saw your still confused gaze.

"Did you seriously think I cared more about a car?" he asked you, still baffled by the fact that you probably did.

"....no," you lied, and he shook his head and laughed quietly. He grasped your hand then and began to lead you toward the bus with the kids and where Dustin was pulling out a bandage from a medkit he was smart enough to bring.

"The car can be replaced, you cannot be, now come on before more of those...bastards show up," Steve told you, "Don't do that again though, god you scared me."

It was touching to realize that it was you Steve was concerned about, even with the pulsing pain in your head, and your half-foggy mind. It served as a reminder to you that Steve loved and cared for you as much as you loved and cared for him.

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[surshica]

Stay Home !

synopsis : yn was caught in the meteor incident instead of chishiya taking her to the boderlands when he was at work — a surpise visit.

genre : angst — fluff

A/N : my first one shot HAHA; this was kinda shit but yeah…ANWYAYS i trued i saw fruit basket tiktok and thought let’s make a one shot, and it’s kinda shit and rushed but 🧍‍♀️

— CHISHIYA x FEM!READER

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‘and in my eyes, there is a tiny dancer watching over me.’

you could never sleep properly, there was an urge to leave this hell of a whole called the borderland. the mere thought of you on the verge of death didn’t startle you; the thought of chishiya leaving alone did. you made friends at the beach and very much foes. you enjoyed the company you had from kuina arisu and usagi. you were alone now. maybe it wasn’t a good idea to separate from the group.

running from the king of spade was though, you weren’t sure if you truly did want to risk your life to get into some car. you were more headstrong and empathetic yet stern at the beach. that made you let out a small chuckle. after playing many diamonds and heart games the itching burn made you want to leave more.

the black jacket you found comfort in had gotten dirty so you tossed it getting a new one, the skirt had been flowing in the winds slight breeze, your hair had been the least of your worries to keep maintained, messy yet you still felt beautiful. you were kicking the pebbles on the ground, a frown formed on your lips. chishiya was the only person you could think about there was nobody else, you knew your family were fine since they were out of japan but chishiya. every night you wished for you to get out of this place faster.

the sun beaming down made you hiss slightly, a sting coming from your swollen slept deprived eyes. covering the sun with your arm. you squinted your eyes to see arisu and what looked like niragi. a frown formed on your lips quickly yet quietly walking your way to arisu. “what’s happening?!” you yelled at arisu, he simply pointed to the gun next to you. nodding you grabbed it waiting for the right time to shoot niragi.

the burning hatred you had for this man was unreal. all the things he did to women was disgusting, he was the biggest reason you want to kill someone. niragi’s laugh boomed loudly in the area, a scowl escaped arisu’s mouth as you just inhaled sharply being aware of your surroundings.

you tried shooting when he was laughing but you were a tad bit too far to the right, your face twitched in annoyance. “seriously?! is that the best you can do? that’s so disappointing and..” “sad.” the pause in the sentence gave you time to calm yourself. “come on!” “shoot me!” “or are you too much is pussys to do that?” niragi licked the metal part of his gun like it’s his. arisu was very much shaking, you shot arisu a look that told him to calm down or we can die here.

“arisu im going to need you to pull yourself together or this can be the end of us!” you whispered yelled, arisu looked at you his uneasy breath was obvious; he was redeeming himself though. the air was filled became thicker and musty, niragi’s laugh was very much vibrating the air as he carelessly shot the cars. you rolled your eyes, he was seriously getting on your nerves and you just wanted to kill him.

the sound of feet walking alerted you, losing up the gun you put your hand on the trigger, pointing to the direction. you were about to shoot until you noticed the short brown hair, “usagi?” your question sounded more like a statement. arisu turned his head to happy to see usagi.

he wanted to drop everything to go to her but he knew he couldn’t, “what’s going on here?” usagi questioned looking at you arisu and niragi with guns point at eachother. “well isnt this interesting” niragi let out a wicked smile shooting two bullets towards usagi.

“USAGI WATCH OUT” arisu screamed towards her, the girl couldn’t move fast enough; her leg was injured. a gulp was viable and the sign of anguish watched over her. “fuck it.” you snarled under your breath running over to usagi stepping in front if her. a bullet above your chest and the other one in your stomach, arisu took the chance to shoot niragi in the stomach before running over to you.

the fall to the ground was rough but you couldn’t subside it from the pain of being shot. usagi’s face grew worry on it as she held your head in her hands. tears brimmed her face, “why would you do that..” hee eyes examined your body, you had a fox like grin on your face. “something told me i should” your breathing stopped slightly before you exhaled deeply, “plus i wouldn’t want the lovers to be separated~” you couldn’t help but crack a joke at the moment.

usagi slapped you lightly on the shoulder, you looked over to arisu, “i don’t know how critical these are..” you paused giving him a smile, “but please different the queen of hearts for me.” arisu nodded before resting your head on a jacket he found in the ground; grabbing usagi as they headed to different the queen.

you can feel more and more blood come out, some worry washed over you letting out a small laugh, the laugh turned into small crys. tears formed your eyes as the pain worsened, hands were shaken but you couldn’t help but laugh. as night approached your eyes grew slightly heavy. you didn’t know if it was because you were tired or because you were losing too much blood.

your bangs stuck onto your forehead as the sweat mixed with the cold air, breeze washed over. you looked up to the sky to see fireworks. a smile washed over your face, you can finally go home, you can see your chishiya. tears fell down your cheek; you did it. “niragi if you are sadly still alive,” yn grew a grin as tears rolled down her cheeks, “i hope you go to hell.” she closed her eyes as the darkness consumed her.

ılıl﹔ ◌ 𓂂 ˳⁺ 🦢 ꯭ ⊹ ⋆ ࣪

chishiya had clocked in for work grabbing himself a coffee, a black coffee. he didn’t mind it but it was definitely not his favorite. he only drank it to keep himself awake, the bitterness washed over his tongue making his face scrunch in disgust.

finishing the small cup he tossed it out heading over to his next patient, he had plans with you today, they were going to go on a picnic together but chishiya got busy per usual resulting in you just going to the cafe.

chishiya sped through patients hoping it could make time go faster but it just didn’t. he headed back to the hospitals cafe to get another coffee, he felt tired. as he grabbed his new cup of coffee he looked towards the now loud commotion  building; walking over to one of the nurses who had been watching in distress. “what happened?” his rasp liked voice had made the nurse jump in surpise before looking back at him.

“oh they’re the poor unlucky souls that got hit with the meteor.” her frown was evident, sadness in her eyes. “when was this?” his eyebrows furrowed as he scratched his head, “it happened around 5 minutes ago..” her lips agaped before closing it and shaking her head looking down at her phone.

he took his phone out his pocket to see if you had texted him back but you never did, a displeased look washed over him. you were never one to leave him on delivered for more than five minutes heck even ten, but almost twenty? he figured something was up. as he looked up he noticed a figure that looked oddly fimilar to him, as he looked closely the person had the same matching necklace as chishiya.

his breathing bitches, the lifeless body laying on the stretcher. the medics hurrying the bloody bruised girl to a room to hook her up. chishiya felt his feet start walking towards the girl. the walking went to a sprint, the sprint went to a full on jog. his hands weren’t even in his pocket. his phone was clutched in his hand with a picture of both of them on his lockscreen.

looking from the outside chishiya could see a boy’s lifeless body and yours. his eyes rested on the heart monitor that stopped beeping and went cold for a minute; his eyes winded slightly. breathed hitched. his lips turned into a downward frown. he didn’t want to believe what he saw, he wanted to think it was fake. he didn’t want to believe you were gone from him.

he was intently watching from the windows, he ignored even the slightest hi’s and hellos, his eyes were fixated on you. after countless defibrillator attempts they were finally able to get your heart back on track. they hooked you up quickly before exiting to other patients rooms. as the doctors and nurses left he slipped his way into the room closing it on his way in.

the curtain for the other patient was closed so it didn’t matter to him, he didn’t care for them he cared for you. he looked at the monitor before looking back at you. his hand brushed the messy strands off your face, his hand intertwined with yours. he placed small kisses all over it.

he was mumbling sweet nothings to your sleep body, this was way of hoping you would wake up soon. he had closed his eyes calming himself. he didn’t like stress, he felt your hand slightly twitch making his eyes flare right open.

ılıl﹔ ◌ 𓂂 ˳⁺ 🦢 ꯭ ⊹ ⋆ ࣪

your eyes opened slowly as a bright light beamed through the windows and the ceiling, hissing at it you quickly close your eyes. opening them back slowly you felt someone’s hand holding onto your, looking to the right you can see him and in his glory.

a small smile formed on your face as you put your other hand on his cheek, “chishiya..” a roughed voice escaped your lips, you didn’t know if this was real or if this was still the borderlands. you quickly look down to see your bandaged wounds; your head slowly looked back up at the happy chishiya.

“i was wondering why you didn’t text me back” he smiled moving your palm to his lips placing a soft kiss. “well i didn’t expect me to die yet” you countered back. chishiya let out a soft short laugh. you were still debating if this was truly real or just a dream. a single tear rolled down your cheek as you felt chishiya’s loving kisses warm your hand.

“how long was i out?” you questioned, you spent basically 4 months in the boderlands so she’d like the time here as well. “your heart stopped for a minute..” your eyes has widened slightly as the words, lips agaped. closing your eyes you let in another small breathe before looking at chishiya.

“i have so much to tell you chishi..” you moved your hand around his neck pulling him closer, nose touching eachother, your smile was brighter than he could ever remember.

“i’m sure you do..” his cat like grin formed onto his face—leaning closer he kissed you ever so slowly. a gentle slow kiss that had so much passion in it. you smiled into the kiss, oh how much you missed his touch. you pulled him closer to you lightly to deepen the kiss.

the kiss was short yet sweet, his hand still connected to yours. he licked his lips as his eyes stared into your tired ones, “next time stay home” a small like smile formed on his lips. “alright doctor~”

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@nanamora @saiewithakatana @chiishiiya @bowscale @theinfaethablefig @luv4kuina @eissaaaa @fiona782 @eshtravagent

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Mean Punch | S.R.

Summary: reader gets emotional and angry during their first case and spencer is there for her Warnings: punching a wall, blood Word Count: 1k

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The summer air of California was so humid it seemed to press against your flesh firmly, suffocating you. You and the team were on a case, your first case, you might add, and the tension in your body was high.

You had just started at the Behavioral Analysis Unit, after finishing your training at the academy. You started dating Spencer Reid shortly after you accepted the job, and the team still didn't know about it.

You felt guilty not telling them, especially since you and Spencer had initially met while you were still completing your training. There just never seemed to be a good enough time to bring it up.

Your hands shook slightly as you flipped through the file containing your case notes. Your first case was going to be a really difficult one. It involved missing children, and you were dreading attending the crime scene and the morgue.

Spencer had warned you about these cases; he told you to keep a level head and process them in your own time. Nothing could've prepared you for the crime scene; a little boy's bedroom caked in blood. A stuffed animal, a bear, lay on the floor disheveled and dirty.

You felt tears rise in your eyes, and your cheeks started to grow red. Most people respond to traumatic situations with crying, but it was different for you. You got angry.

You had done a decent job so far of controlling the rage that was bubbling in your core, but it all seemed to fly out the window when you got to the morgue.

A young boy, no older than 5 lay on the cold metal. You thought to yourself how he should be cuddled up with that stuffed bear. The sight of the stab wounds that trailed up his torso caused bile to creep up your throat, threatening to erupt.

"Excuse me," you croaked out.

Time seemed to move in slow motion as you carried yourself towards the back exit. You could hear Spencer faintly calling your name, but you continued. You threw the door open so hard that it crashed against the concrete wall with enough force to cause vibrations.

You bent over then, heaving. Nothing came out, but tears stung your eyes from the pressure.

You felt heat travel from your stomach up to your head.

How could someone do this to a child? How can any of these killers do this to anyone?

Your eyes dried up then, and you succumbed to the rage that seemed to consume every cell in your body.

You yelled, a strangled sound, and kicked the trash can that sat innocently in the back alleyway. It flew, smashing against the wall opposite to it.

"Y/N!" Spencer's voice began getting closer as he was approaching the exit.

Your head felt so hot you thought it might explode. You wailed again, and against your better judgement, your fist collided with the concrete wall.

You realized then that you felt no pain. So you did it again, pretending the wall was the sick bastard that had done this to a five year old.

"Y/N, stop! Stop it!"

Large hands wrapped around you, yanking you away from the wall and into a warm embrace.

"No! Stop!" You screamed, although you could hardly hear yourself over the pounding in your head and the ringing in your ears.

"It's okay, it's okay," Spencer's voice cooed. "I need you to take deep breaths."

You struggled against him, arms and legs flailing. Your surroundings were blurred; all you saw was red.

"Y/N, please, I need you to stop."

Spencer's hand stroked the hair away from your face. The continuous motion began to calm you down, but your hands still shook rapidly. He guided you to slowly sit on the ground, you between his legs.

"That's it, just breathe."

Your body slumped against his, and the throbbing sensation from your knuckles finally caught up to you.

"Ow," you muttered, peering at your blood covered knuckles.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N. You scared the shit out of me."

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, I," you trailed off.

"This is a really hard case, love. Especially for your first one. I'm so sorry."

Tears pricked your eyes at his remark, the feeling of validation spreading in your chest.

Spencer noticed, and held you closer to him, planting a small kiss atop your head.

He grabbed your hand then, inspecting your knuckles. He pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket and began dabbing at your damaged hands.

"Please don't ever do this again," Spencer spoke, his eyes filled with anguish and defeat. "I hate seeing you hurt."

You nodded, leaning into him.

"I already worry about you enough now being on the team. I don't need you hurting yourself, too."

Spencer's words had a hint of humor to them, and you smiled into his chest.

"I know," you affirmed, sniffling.

You were interrupted by another voice chiming in.

"Uhm," Derek Morgan spoke. "Is everything okay out here?"

Morgan took in the information in front of him. Spencer cradling your shaking form, his hands working his handkerchief against your bloody knuckles.

You expected Spencer to flinch away from you, the threat of the team finding out about your relationship hanging in the air. But he didn't. Spencer merely continued to delicately dab at your knuckles with the soft cotton cloth.

"Everything's okay," Spencer spoke quickly.

"Sorry Morgan, I just had," you paused, thinking, "a bit of a breakdown."

Morgan chuckled, squatting down next to the both of you.

"It happens to the best of us. It shows you care. That, and you've got a mean punch."

You smiled at him, and he shot a wink at Spencer before leaving the two of you alone once again. You were sure Morgan would go tell the rest of the team what he had seen, but you didn't really care anymore.

“He’s right,” Spencer remarked.

You looked at him, a look of confusion on your face.

“You do have a mean punch.”

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[winterfrostlovetriangle]

This drabble/fic - I'm not sure what the proper name is called - was inspired by this post. It struck a chord and I wanted to write something fluffy with Bucky. I didn't have a beta reader, so please excuse any mistakes.

Hands and Knives

Summary: Fluffy fic about Bucky and reader. There really isn't a plot, just cute fluffy and boosting of Bucky.

Pairings: Bucky x female reader

Warnings: None

You sat across from your friend, smiling at him sweetly, as you listened to him intently. The two of you were enjoying a night at your apartment - talking, laughing, and surrounded by snacks and beer bottles. Since he couldn’t get drunk and you were only a social drinker, you tended to keep your fridge stocked with his favorite kind of booze. You and the super soldier got together every Friday night, either at your place or his as a way to catch up on the week and to destress from life. Usually, you entertained him with stories of your students which would make him laugh and smile. It was rare to see Bucky smile, a real smile that is, and you absolutely loved it. 

Every so often, Bucky would confide in you. He would share his pain, his secrets, and memories. You always listened carefully, giving advice or simply holding him when he cried. You shared personal things with him too, but you knew it was a bigger deal for him to talk about those things. Tonight was one of those nights. He must have been feeling particularly lonely. His eyes were watery and his face somber. 

“I know better than anyone that I’m more accustomed to holding a knife than holding someone’s hand. I haven’t been with anyone in a really long time and…”

You smile sympathetically and place your hand on his metal one, tearing up at his confession. It cut you to the quick.  

“You’re a great guy, Buck. You’ll meet the right person one day…” Your chest tightened at the thought. Woah, where did that come from? You shake your head slightly before continuing. 

“I’m sure you will find someone, you just have to open your heart first and let them in. And maybe the reason you’re more accustomed to holding a knife is because you haven’t found the right hand to hold.”

You looked down at the vibranium hand, stroking the warm metal thoughtfully. You had always been fascinated by how it looked and felt, never shying away from it when Bucky moved it or used it. 

“Y/N…”

Looking up into Bucky’s face, you saw amusement and bewilderment flash across his face. His eyes lingered on your face, studying it, looking for something. He smiled then nibbled his bottom lip as his eyes wandered down to your mouth. Or did they? You couldn’t tell. Maybe you had imagined it. 

“People are afraid of my arm, though. Or they just want me to lift heavy shit so they can take a picture and post it on Tickblr or whatever it’s called.”

“It’s…oh never mind, that’s not important,” you giggled. “Not everyone is afraid of it, Bucky, or into taking pictures of you lifting “heavy shit.” Your arm is fascinating in how it works and looks.” Taking his arm in your hands, touching and examining it as you continued. “You’d think because it’s metal that it would be cold but it isn’t. It’s warm and soft and sleek.”

Bucky watches you carefully again, looking for any signs that you’re lying but can’t find anything. It amazed him when you two first met that you didn’t cower at his arm. Your eyes widened, not in fear, but in awe as you studied it. He didn’t understand your fascination with it and was careful for a long time around you. Then he started to notice that you sat or walked on his left side whenever you were together. He wanted to ask why but never did, hoping you’d explain it to him yourself, but you didn’t. After a while, Bucky stopped thinking about it altogether until tonight. 

“Y/N, why aren’t you afraid of my arm?”

You looked at him and chuckled. “Did you hear anything I just said? I find it fascinating, Bucky. Sure you can use it as a weapon, but it’s nothing to be feared. It should be celebrated for its craftsmanship…for the power that it holds - for how it works. I know that you would never hurt me. I knew that the day we met. You aren’t a born killer. You were used, abused, and made into one. You are a man, Buck. A man who deserves to be loved and cherished and made to feel like an actual human being. You aren’t the Winter Soldier anymore, you are James Buchanon Barnes,” you smile at him tenderly. “You are a good man, Bucky. You are...I wish you saw yourself how I see you and how Steve sees you. You need to accept who you were in the past and figure out what you want now that you can be and do whatever the hell you want to. Don’t let the sins of the past keep you from moving on and having a good, long life.”

You clear your throat and blush, glancing down at his hand again, muttering an apology for your rambling. Bucky lifts your chin to look at him. He had tears running down his face and his expression was soft and vulnerable. 

“Y-you really think that?” 

You nod and lean into his hand as he caresses your cheek. 

“I guess I’ve wanted to say that for a long time and didn’t have an opportunity until now.”

Bucky smiles again, pulling you into his lap, pressing his lips to yours in a tender, loving kiss. You pull back, your cheeks flushed. 

“What was that for?”

He takes your hand in his metal one and intertwines your fingers together. 

“I think I’ve finally found the right hand to hold…”

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[olivefeuillu]

Aemond X Male Knight / Kingsguard reader

Summary : Aemond and a male kingsguard reader having a passionate make out session.

Modification of the supper scene

Might write a part two

Already established relationships

Warning : cussing (?)

English is not my first language and It’s the first time I post more than a tiny imagine. Sorry if there’s any mistakes !

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The man in armor wore his white cloak with pride, being a royal bodyguard was always something he dreamt of being. A few months ago, he was promoted to the Kingsguards as he received the crown’s favor and recognition. He was given the honor to serve and protect the second born son, Aemond of house Targaryen.

During his months of service, he got close to the prince’s heart, very close. The knight didn’t only protect him, he also loved him. He gave him the love the prince never had in his own family.

Tonight was special, the royal family was celebrating unions between the house Velaryon and the house Targaryen. The kingsguard was far away from the big table full of food that was surrounded by the royal family. He watched the maids running with the plates of food, carefully. The guard listened to the conversations coming from all directions as he stood near Ser Criston Cole, until he saw a roasted pig on a platter being deposited in front of Aemond’s place.

“ Oh, oh,” he thought.

Lycerys sneered as he looked at Aemond. The prince stormed out of the room after he saw the smirk on his nephew’s face. If he could have fed his nephew’s eyes to his dragon, Vhagar, he would have done it. He didn’t want to make a scene in front of his mother. Revenge can wait. He can wait.

His guard followed him out of the room like he would normally do, but tonight his prince is furious.

“ This fucking bastard,” he clenched his jaw and took a deep breath to calm himself down. “ If he dares look at me again, I’ll-…”

“ My prince, I suggest you to not bring unnecessary drama to your family supper,” his knight softly smiled to help him calm down. “Do it for your king, your father. This is probably one of his last family reunions.”

“ I don’t give a shit. My father never did anything for me. He did nothing when this bastard took my-…” his eye hardened to this thought and his brows furrowed.

“ Then do it for your mother, for your sister,” he approached him and his armor made metallic sounds as the meters separating them disappeared, “ do it for me.”

“ For you ? mmh.”

“ Yes, for me,” he hoped this was enough to calm his lover’s nerves.

Aemond approached him, they were now closer, their chests were almost touching and the prince looked down to him. The knight was just a little shorter, but almost the same height.

“ What do I have in return,” he asked and took his hand in his.

“Whatever you want , my prince,” he looked at him for a little while.

The silence took place between the two men. They spoke with their gaze like they normally do around others, teasing each other without words. Aemond thought about everything he could do and decided to kiss him gently.

They began kissin in the empty hallway, a slow and soft kiss. The light coming from the torches were gently exposing their actions to the dark. Their lips were locking, the knight‘s hands placed themselves on the prince’s left cheek and neck to deepen their passionate moment.

“ My prince…” he kissed him back and Aemond pressed him between his body and the wall. He slowly lifted his head up and caressed the knight’s bottom lip with his thumb. The knight’s strong back was against the wall, Aemond’s lower body between his legs, their hands gripping whatever they could find like they never had enough of each other. The guard put his lips on the prince’s jaw and made a trail of kisses until he pecked his lips.

“ Aemond, I love you-”

Then the door suddenly opened. His sister, Rhaenyra Targaryen, still pregnant, was standing in the hallway. The knight’s heart stopped beating as he gasped and pushed away the prince : “ It’s not what you think, your highness !”

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[hurtcomfortficstilltheend]

Necromancy? No, cardiopulmonary resuscitation!

Wednesday Addams x gn! healer! Reader

Summary: When the time comes, will reader be able to save her girlfriend?

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The final battle, but make it angstier

Warnings: Blood, Fighting, Death.

Word Count: 1281

Wednesday’s sword broke into shards. Small pieces of metal landed on the ash-darkened grass, and for the first time since the whole ordeal started, she admitted to herself she didn’t have the upper hand. She hated feeling outpowered, but she would have called a truce if it was an option. She thought dying like that was kind of underwhelming, to be honest. (All this to say, Wednesday felt scared).

Before she could think of her next move, the pilgrim had her pushed into a wooden crate. It took a second for Wednesday to notice that the air was being forcibly sucked out of her lungs by the wizard, and the difficulty to breath was not caused by the sheer impact.

By the time Bianca stabbed the sword into Crackstone’s heart, killing him for good, Wednesday’s body laid lifeless on the ground. 

You stumbled into the scene after helping Enid out with the Hyde. When you saw your girlfriend’s state, you ran even faster to get to her. 

“Wednesday!” You dropped to your knees and immediately set your ear on her chest. You didn’t hear a heartbeat. You looked behind you for a moment, seeing Bianca, and Eugene in the corner, trying to get your shit together and trace a course of action. You didn’t let the shock of the moment set in, and cleared your mind. Your lover’s life depended on it.

You put your hands down in Wednesday’s chest and started performing cpr. Every second blood wasn’t pumping to her brain, her chances of survival decreased.

“Eugene! Call an ambulance!” You saw earlier that he had his phone on him. You looked him in the eye over your shoulder. “RIGHT NOW” He seemed to react to that, and started dialing 911.

You all heard when Thornhill stepped in, a gun in her hand and a threat about to come out of her mouth.

“Drop the gun” Bianca said, a siren song. The professor obliged with an astonished look “Do not move”.

Your hands didn’t falter on your girlfriend’s chest, but had the situation been different, you’d have lurched yourself at your friend for a grateful hug.

Your arms were getting exhausted, you had sweat and rebel tears dripping from your face. Wednesday wasn’t responding to the cpr, but you knew better than to stop. 

It was eerily quiet. No one dared to move or make a sound.

Enid appeared from behind you, covered in blood and full of scratches. She came running to where you were on the ground, and covered her face when she understood what was happening.

Your hands were coated with blood from (what you later found out was) the arrow wound on her roommate’s shoulder, your entire body was trembling from the exertion. Enid started crying silently.

“SHE’S NOT DEAD, OKAY?!” You screamed, way too loud, at her. “She’s okay, she is going to be just fine, I swear” Your voice was trembling, but you refused to break, not until your girlfriend was safe and sound. You had to be strong for her.

Your breath was ragged and no one was saying anything, goddammit! Had they already given up on her? “I-I just have to keep t-the blood flowing through her b-body” Hiccups escaped your mouth, as you started rambling about what your mom taught you about first aid and paramedicine. “In the ambulance, t-the defibrillator.. WHY THE FUCK IS IT TAKING SO LONG?!” 

All your surroundings vanished when you set your attention solely on Wednesday. You were a healer, for fuck’s sake, useless powers if you only could use them on a beating heart. If you could just get her heart to start working on its own…

Arms surrounded you from behind, taking you from your love’s side. Didn’t they see that you were trying to help her? Didn’t thew know that every second was gold, and that her brain needed the blood that you were pumping with the cpr to her-

“LET ME GO! DON’T TOUCH ME!” You were struggling against the person who was taking you from your girlfriend, from your dying girlfriend that needed you right-

“Calm down please, they are helping her” You opened your eyes to find a whole group of paramedics doing quick work of getting Wednesday’s uniform out of the way and, yes, they had a defibrillator.

You hold your breath and watch helplessly as they hit her with the electric shock. “CLEAR” Once, twice, three times until one of the medics holds two fingers against her throat and announces: “We have a pulse”.

It’s like your whole body collapses into Bianca -who was the one keeping you back, apparently- and you start sobbing uncontrollably. Out of relief, fear and fatigue.

You keep crying, whimpering, screaming, and crying again until you get to the hospital and a doctor tells you that she’s going to be alright. 

You don’t notice when the police take Thornhill in handcuffs, or when Weems appears out of the blue and puts some order, or when Enid hugs you like her life depends on it and let’s out a litany of thank yous’, or when a paramedic asks you if you are injured, and lastly takes you and other kids into the ambulance and to Jericho’s hospital.

…

The sun comes up and shines through the window. The thin curtains do little in stopping the light from slipping in and warming everything it touches.

You are softly awakened by a delicate and clumsy hand stroking your hair. For a moment, you think you are in your bedroom, sleeping by your girlfriend’s side, but the smell of disinfectant, the soreness in your body, and the memories of last night flood your mind all at once, and you bolt up, suddenly very awake and alert.

When your eyes meet Wednesday’s half lidded ones, you start crying again. You stand up from the plastic chair and get closer to her face. You caress her cheek, get some hair out of the way. She reaches a hand up and does the same. You hold her hand and bend yourself down to touch your forehead with hers.

A beat of silence passes, both of you taking in the situation and each other’s presence. “I didn’t know you were into necromancy” she half joked with a hoarse voice. You smiled, but started sobbing harder. Your tears fell into her cheeks and her hospital gown. You ever so delicately rested your head into her good shoulder.

“You are not in black” You retort after you calm down a little bit. Wednesday let’s a half hearted grunt. “I’ll tell Enid to bring you more appropriate attire” 

She scoots weakly over in the too-thin stretcher and pats the empty spot for you to lay in. You stand there, going over yesterday’s events.

“Did I break any ribs?” You ask on the verge of tears again. You can’t bear to think you might have inflicted any pain on her.

“You prevented me from having an unacceptably lame death, now come here, I’m not going to ask again” 

You hesitantly and so softly lay down next to her on your side, hugging her stomach, careful of her injuries. “I love you. So much” You whisper out the words you were so scared you’d never get to say to her.

“I love you too, cara mia” She starts to run her fingers through your hair again.

And just like that, you both fall into a well deserved, although shallow sleep. You would most definitely need the rest for when police came asking for testimonies and details of the events. For now though, your hearts were content in each other's company, and that was enough.

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A/N: Yes, Weems survived. No, I won't listen to canon.

I felt like the last episode could have been a little bit spicier, but I loved it anyway.

Expect more of healer!reader with unnecesary medicine facts *laughes mischivously*

Feedback is greatly appreciated, and as always thanks for reading! :D

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[apomaro-mellow]

(1) The Mall Car

Steve and Eddie take a lil ride on the Infinity Train, plus someone else. Author's note at the bottom.

With a groan, Steve sat up and opened his eyes. His mind immediately recognized his surroundings as a mall and for a moment he panicked and thought he was back at Starcourt. But no, this was different. There was a fountain, and the lights were bright, but the stores and their placement were a little different.

Steve rubbed his eyes but stopped when he saw the glowing of his hand as Eddie sat up nearby.

150

That was the number glowing on his hand right now. Steve tried shaking it off, rubbing it on his pants, even picking at it with his fingers. It was like a radioactive tattoo.

“What the fuck?”, Eddie breathed out as he took it all in. “Where did you take us?”

“Me? I have no goddamn idea what’s going on!”, Steve shouted.

Eddie stretched, which brought his own glowing palm to his attention. “Huh. Uhhh, what does 271 mean? Did I take a ticket from a deli?”

“Is that really your first idea?”

“We are in an empty mall, not a lot of choices”, Eddie said. 

“Yeah but why are we in an empty mall? Weren’t we just…? We were just on the road.”

“Did you turn off to get something from the mall?”

Steve pushed off the ground and tried to survey the surroundings but yep, all he saw was mall interior. “That makes no sense. There’s no mall between here and the airport. Not after the fire.”

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[Amelia] I’ve noticed a pattern, as I watch these tapes to understand the passengers  Everyone who comes is always about to make a choice. Sometimes it’s a choice to leave. Sometimes they’re choosing to do nothing. Regardless, it is a choice that could change their lives. They’re at a crossroads, one might say.

Everybody had already seen them off at the school, including all of Eddie’s friends. Vecna had been defeated and in the months that followed, they’d all had some recovery. Eddie was able to walk away with some massive scarring and a GED. And now he was getting out of Hawkins to seek his fortune in New York.

With his van being demolished, he was getting a ride to the airport from Steve. It wasn’t the first favor Steve had provided, both of them spending months getting closer and closer. What started as sharing a room in the hospital, turned to frequent visits when Steve was discharged.

What began as debates on what constituted literature turned into sharing each other’s favorite books, and of course the same happened with music. Eddie still posited that Wham! had no cultural value but his secret cassette was in his suitcase.

Days spent with Steve’s house filled to the brim with high schoolers turned into nights with just the two of them, talking about things they never told anyone.

Eddie’s fantasies of one night stands with a handsome but familiar stranger turned into daydreams of what could be dates.

Steve’s dream of a wife and a picket fence slowly but surely turned into something more flexible.

But now Eddie was leaving. Going all the way to what was basically the other side of the world. And there he was sure to meet much more interesting people. Guys who understood what he was talking about all the time. Who looked much more at home during a metal performance and not like they’d peaked in high school.

“You’re really doin’ it man. You’re getting out of this town”, Steve said as he drove down the street.

“I can’t believe it either. Next time you hear from me, I’ll be in the city that never sleeps!”, Eddie exclaimed. He rolled his window down as they got to the welcoming sign of the town. “Fuck you Hawkins!! Good riddance and goodbye!”

“Hey, don’t piss off the environment. The rest of us still have to live here”, Steve said. “What’s that thing Argyle talks about? Karma?”

“You guys have a whole squad of monster hunters”, Eddie grinned at him. “Whatever karma is, I bet you could beat it into submission.” He let out a breath as he sunk back into the seat. “I’ll finally be free of this shit hole. No looking back.”

“Yeah…”, Steve said softly. His mouth opened to say something else but he closed it. They came to a railroad crossing just as the barriers were going down and Steve stopped. 

The train got closer and closer until the cars began passing by them in a blur. Eddie’s eyes narrowed. Normally trains slowed a little when they were crossing a road. But then this train did slow. To a complete stop. The doors opened on the car in front of them but it showed no interior, just a strange portal of light.

Eddie sat up. “Uhh.”

“Stay in the car”, Steve said as he put it in park and got out to investigate. He got closer to it and looked around. It was like the train went on forever. Steve reached out towards the portal when Eddie slapped his hand away.

“Don’t touch it!”

“I thought I told you to stay in the car!”

“The last time you went soloing you nearly got eaten to death!”, Eddie shrieked.

“That was over a year ago”, Steve rolled his eyes.

“And the time before that, you go stuck in an elevator”, Lucas added. “Erica still takes the stairs to the dentist.”

“Does my word mean nothing? I said to stay in the car!”, Steve shouted.

No other words were said as the light engulfed them all.

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“Lucas was with us!!”, Eddie exclaimed.

“Shit!”, Steve pulled at his hair. “I was taking him to a sports camp, that’s right. Lucas!”, he started to shout. He cupped his hands over his mouth. “Lucas!!”

“Um, Steve? St-teve?”, Eddie started smacking him lightly in the arm when some sort of creature crested from the top of the escalator.

Steve turned and saw…not a demodog but close in size to it. But whereas creatures of the Upside Down were slimy and fleshy, this thing looked more like an oversized cockroach. But it was just as faceless.

“Run”, Steve said before taking off in the other direction. 

He could hear Eddie’s stuttering steps behind him and then an inhumane chittering that must be from the creature. There had to be somewhere they could go. Somewhere they could hide. Steve just kept running until ahead of them was an odd red door. It didn’t look like the entrance to a store by any door could be an exit? Right?

Before getting to it though, Steve heard Eddie’s cry and a fall. He turned and to his horror saw that Eddie was struggling under the monster. Thinking quick, Steve looked around for a weapon. He went to the closest store and tore a leg off one of the mannequins. Eddie groaned as the creature’s feelers felt over him and it began sucking the energy from him.

“Fuck off!”, Steve shouted as he swung. He didn’t wait to see if the one hit did it. He just pulled Eddie to his feet and dragged him to the door. It opened oddly but once it did, they went through and shut it just as the monster lunged at them.

Both of them slid down, panting against the door and trying to make any sense out of what was happening. Then Steve started looking Eddie over.

“Hey? Are you okay? What did it do to you?”

“I’m okay man”, Eddie said, taking Steve’s hands. “That was a close one though. Thought you might leave me there.”

Steve’s brow pinched. “I wouldn’t just leave you”, he said with a shake of his head.

“Yeah…yeah, I know”, Eddie smiled. Then the numbers on Eddie’s palm began to change. From 271 to 265. “Well would you look at that? Any idea what that means?”

“None whatsoever”, Steve said. Then he actually looked at where they were. The wind whipped their hair as the train passed by a desolate, red wasteland.

“Iiiis this the Upside Down?”, Eddie asked, voice small.

Steve shook his head. He’d never seen anything like this. Not in Will’s drawings or Max’s.

“Jesus, Mary, Joseph! Did we die and go to hell?! Did we get hit by the train?!”

Steve looked across from them. There was a bridge connecting the cars. Which were incredibly humongous now. A fall from this height would kill them, nevermind the current speed of the car. 

“Eddie…I think this is the train.”

“Steve, I really don’t think my brain can take more of this. We were just in a mall! What kind of train has an ENTIRE mall?”

“The same kind that puts random numbers on your hand?”

Eddie began pacing in a circle and pulling at his hair. Steve was freaking too but even if they didn’t know where they were or what was going on, what they should do next was easy.

“Let’s keep it simple. Find Lucas. Find a way off this train. That’s only two steps.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and threw his hands up. “Well, if it’s only two!”

“Let’s go”, Steve said, walking towards the bridge.

“How do you know Lucas isn’t back that way?”, Eddie pointed towards the door they just went through.

“Do you wanna go back and deal with that thing?”

“After you, Your Highness”, Eddie bowed and swept his arm in the direction of the bridge.

They went across, coming to a door just like the one before. They opened it, and this time they came to rolling hills, covered with flowers as far as the eye could see. If there was a door to the other side of the car, it wasn’t visible where they were standing.

“We’re in for a long walk”, Eddie said.

Steve rolled his shoulders. “Let’s get moving then.”

Steve’s number: 150

Eddie’s number: 265

Next Episode: The Studio Car

A/N: If you've never seen Infinity Train, give it a watch, it's great! If you only care for info that's immediately relevant, watch Book 4 as this takes place right after. If you're curious but don't feel like watching the show, ask me all the questions you'd like! :D I'd be happy to answer them &lt;3

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[themysticssdream]

longing | tommy miller

Tommy Miller x Reader Rating: Everyone Words: 0.7K Soft Kissing Prompts - #17

The thick trees made you lose your mind. It was the same for the past week: stems that were bare as autumn turned to winter, and the trees rose high above the sky that it blocked out most of the sun. If you hadn't come across a small cottage that sat in the middle of a clearing, you thought the forest would have swallowed you whole.

The cottage looked unoccupied. The windows still boarded up on the outside, glass broken as if someone was trying to get in, or something trying to get out. The hedges that once surrounded the home were now weeds, becoming one of the dead earth below where it settled. You sighed at the sight of a chimney. You imagined the warmth as it cascaded over your body while you ate a small meal.

Click.

"Hands up."

You barely looked over your shoulder to see someone standing at a near distance. The lump in your throat was hard, and you wondered how you managed to swallow it in one gulp. Your hands shook while raising them in the air.

"Please," Your fingers grow stiff once you hear his feet crunching over the dead leaves. You could just feel the barrel of the rifle inching closer to your back. "I don't mean any trouble. I'm just looking for shelter for the night."

"Turn around." He says sternly, and you could hear his fingers tighten around the wood and metal on his weapon.

You stood frozen, eyes watering as you looked upon your broken leather on your boots. You often wondered how people turned against each other during a time like this, but with resources running scarce and the smallest of things had a large price, you had to remind yourself why the world turned to cruelty.

Your eyes stayed on the ground while you slowly spun towards the man, and the only thing in view was of his brown boots, dark jeans and his pistol that had lowered quickly away from you.

"Jesus Christ," he gasps out, fingers flicking away from the trigger, but his hold on the rifle was still firm. He says your name in disbelief.

Eyes moving up to meet his, your chest felt stiff. It didn't take long for you to recognize him, but he had changed from the last time you saw him. Dark strands of tight curls that once sprung at the base of his neck now settled over broad shoulders, his clean shaven face was now littered with dark stubble along his jawline and around his lips.

And his brown eyes. Those brown eyes that once sparkled with life, was now dull as he tried to survive this world alone.

Your lips trembled when he fully dropped the rifle at his side. "T-Tommy?"

Tommy's filling the space between you, his hard chest meeting yours in a tight embrace that you know he's not going to let go any time soon. Your fingers clutched at the rough edges of his jacket, pulling him close as you wanted to feel love for the first time since you lost him almost a year ago.

He did not hesitate, pulling away his head just slightly to gaze into your eyes before pushing his lips upon yours. At first it was slow, the act of this seemed familiar and so foreign at the same time. His lips were chapped like yours, and you sighed when his tongue sweeps over your bottom lip, relieving not just your dry lips, but finally feeling like all of this that you had endured had led you to this spot. Right back into Tommy Miller's arms.

Tommy's mouth moves delicately over yours, not minding the awful taste that lingered on each other's tongues. It's when he feels your hands move over his stubbled cheek and through his tight curls that his brows knit together; he misses this. Misses you.

It aches for him to pull away, but he knows now that in this moment he's not going to let you out of your sight like he did that night it all turned to shit. He would keep you safe, and the two of you would endure this cruel world together. His fingers brush away the dirty strands of your hair away from your brow and behind your ear, and his thumb caresses away the tears that formed under your eyes.

"I ain't gonna lose you again, darlin."

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[under-yourbed09]

Your Lips, My Lips, Apocalypse 💕

Wing Beifong x Airbender Daughter of Tenzin!Reader ~ Where in the Battle with Kuvira, the reader saves Wing from falling to his death. And when she asks him if he is okay, he just kisses her while the whole place is going to shit. Based on the song Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex. 🎧

Little thing to know - I HAVE REQUESTED THIS TO OTHER BLOGS BEFORE BUT DECIDED TO WRITE IT MYSELF. So no one better be accusing me of coping 😟, Thank you 🌷

ALSO THIS CHARACTER WILL NOT BE WEARING THOSE TIGHT RED AIRBENDING SUITS (just no 😀), just pretend you have something else on and a glider or you can fly or something 😭

The world was collapsing around us, dust and ash swirling in an insane dance as we fought for our lives against Kuvira. The ground trembled violently, as if it were writhing in anguish beneath them. All I could think about is if Wing is okay, if he is injured or dead. My mind filled with horrific thoughts, but what if they came true? The first time I witnessed the force of that cannon, I felt horrified. 

Here we are, sprinting throughout Republic City, fighting that metal monstrosity head on. The fight left every road flooded with the wreckage of buildings, and the surrounding air was filled with gas, dust, and pandemonium. 

Korra launched rock missiles, and the other airbenders and I flew about Kuvira's robot like flies, hearing the giant's screeching attempts to hit us. Abruptly, the metal giant raised its hand and pointed the cannon straight toward Korra.

"Create a tornado and attack from the top! RIGHT NOW!" I quickly ordered. 

We all moved fast to get into position, whirling about and aiming at the giant's hand. 

We delivered our blow. When the monster lost its balance, the explosion destroyed the surrounding ground and its body fell onto a building. Laughing to myself, I quickly took off along with the others, watching as my brother Meelo disappear into the cloud of dust. I was about to tell him to get out until I realized it was Meelo. He can handle himself. 

The dust cloud disappeared and revealed the giant reaching to it's face to crush Meelo. He flew fast past us and in our direction. 

I saw the cannon pointed at us out of the corner of my eye. It was going to fire on my sister Jinora and me. I swiftly launched myself forward.

"JINORA, LOOK OUT!" I let out a scream and hurriedly moved forward to grab my sister.

Ikki and Meelo arrived to assist us as we began to descend. When the two of them realized they couldn't support our weight. I quickly grabbed the three of them before bending the air below us to form an air cushion and lowering us gently onto the hard pavement.

I hugged my siblings, not wanting to let go.  

"Are you three okay?" I asked, while clinging on.

"Yeah, don't worry Y/N we are," Ikki smiled in return. 

"Where's your boyfriend?" Meelo interrupted.

"I don't know." I heard my voice hurting, and my vision turned blurry. 

I looked up and watched a large chunk of a building fall upon the giant. Wait, Wing could be there.

"Jinora, bring them back to dad please. I'm going to go find my boyfriend." I instructed her, bending a tornado under me to hurry to Wing.

Behind me, I heard my siblings cheering me on. I chucked to myself. Seeing that the tornado wasn't moving fast enough, I propelled myself forward by bending the air below me. 

I hurried up to Korra as soon as I arrived. Taking hold of her and turning her to face me, I tried to figure out her feelings through her blue eyes.

"Korra, please tell me Wing is okay- where is he!?" I questioned as I recovered my breath from running so fast. 

Wing was attempting to knock down a structure. However, the cannon was then aimed at him. I understood the cannon was about to release. My heart was pounding and my stomach fell. And it let off a blast at that very instant. 

A violet ray of light blasted out. I couldn't tell if the beam struck Wing or his rope. No. NO. Please be fine, please be fine. 

A few seconds later, a figure in green and gray falls from the sky. Wing.

I leapt into action. I used my bending to launch myself to Wing. My body crashed against his, the impact sending shockwaves through my system as I wrapped my arms around him. We rolled along the ground.

Now that Wing is in my arms, he is safe. I lifted him up and allowed him to steady himself with my arms. I touched his face to see if there were injuries.

“Wing, are you okay? Are you hurt? We have to ge-”

Wing's fingertips found my chin, luring me into a gentle kiss. His hands traveled down to my waist and mine moved down to his chest. Wing's lips were soft and warm against mine, his hands tightened around my waist out of protectiveness. Even though we've kissed before, it always feels like our first. Our breathing synchronized, both of us clearly reluctant to let go. I felt the blast's scorching wind, knowing that we would die if we stayed any longer, but I didn't really care.

He softened his features and grinned a little as we both released our grips and stared into each other's eyes. His smile, his olive green eyes, my sweet Wing... He would have left me.

"Yeah, I'm alright, sweet pea."

"Are you sure? Nothing's hurt?

"Yes, my dear... You know you're adorable when you're worried. How your eyebrows knit together and how your eyes soften." 

When he proposed the idea, he grinned. I felt a slight heat on my face. I'm not sure if it was his gorgeous smile or the fact that he thought I was cute.

"Wing, please don't." I answered.

With a smile on his face, he threw up his hands. I couldn't resist grinning as well. This man.

His hands gripped mine.

"Now we gotta go before that thing blasts another beam at us." He states, looking at the metal giant.

"Oh right, right, right, lets go." I reply

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[smaptain-smerica]

Female Reader x Rooster

Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line. Link to Wattpad Account Link to the Non-Binary version

Master list

Tag, You're It

"Today we are going to be playing a game of tag." Maverick's voice rang out in our ears as Rooster and I flew side by side in the air.

"Each radar lock is a point. We will alternate who is 'it' by my command. Whoever has the most points moves on to the next round."

"A bracket game of tag?" I heard rooster ask with a chuckle.

"Exactly." Maverick replied. I could hear the mischief laced in his voice. In my head I could picture the smirk on his face.

I looked over at Roosters Plane and saw him looking back. He gave me a thumbs up, which I reciprocated with a smile.

"Ready?" Maverick asked us.

I took some steady breaths, gripping on the planes joystick with eagerness to start. There was a silence in the atmosphere that brought on an intense feeling of edginess. Like one wind gust would knock me over the edge.

"Rooster, you're it."

I jerked the plane to the side, making a sharp and precise 180 degree turn to fly off in the other direction. Being a single person plane had a downside of not being able to check your own flank as easily. I suppose that was part of the exercise, being conscious of your surroundings.

I used a series of maneuvers to try and throw Rooster off my tail. I struggled to move the metal bird back and forth at the top speeds. I heard the warning buzzing that he was about to toggle radar lock onto me.

"Shit shit shit." I cursed before quickly pulling up into the cloud cover. I made a few turns before ducking back down. I cruised through the sky alone. The silence was eerie, I checked around me for any other planes.

Then I heard it, the fate defining buzzing noise. I looked directly above me and saw rooster's plane. I quickly did a nosedive, crashing back down towards the hard deck.

"Switch! Wolf's it!"

Maverick's voice was like music to my ears. I was eager and more than ready to play chase. I hooked around quickly, Charging full force towards rooster and his plane.

It felt like only seconds had gone by, but 20 minutes came and gone and I beat rooster by two points. I admit, he had some balls on him. His flying had improved in just the short time we had been training. I don't want to brag, but I want to say flying with me made him more confident. And who wouldn't?

The bracket dwindled down over the course of the day. Until finally, Hangman and I flew side by side. "Prepare to lose, wolf." Hangman sneered in my ears. I looked over at him. Although I could only see his eyes, I could tell he was meaning it in a playful way.

"Prepare to have your ass handed to you." I replied back in the same playful and sassy manner.

The match started, I was chosen as it first. Hangman put on a good chase. I had managed to get a radar lock on him twice before we had to switch. When it was Hangman's turn, he also 'shot' me twice. We were neck and neck the entire time. By this time, I had flown against everybody, I figured out the rounds lasted 5 minutes before Maverick gave us the switch que.

I knew the time was running out, Hangman was putting on a good pursuit. I held my own and pulled out every single trick that I had known. The warning buzzer started going crazy in my cabin as I struggled to shake it off of my tail. I knew that Hangman was about to get a lock on my plane.

"Time is up!" And then the sound of tone.

I let out the breath that I had been holding in and leveled out my plane, preparing for the landing. Hangman appeared beside me, the smugness in his voice present.

"Told you, prepare to lose."

"Hold on, Mav said time was up before you got a lock!" I challenged him.

"I don't think so." He said in a sing-song tone before speeding up to be set up to land in front of me.

Once we were back on the ground, I got out of my plane and took my helmet off. I waited for Hangman to get out of his plane before I walked over to him. "You did not get that last point." I said confidently, defending my ground.

"I did too! You just don't want me to win." He put his hand on his chest pretending to be offended.

"You think I'd rather us tie?"

"Hey hey hey!" Both of us looked over to see rooster jogging over to his, his hands extended out towards either of us. "Let's calm down now."

I pushed my eyebrows together, shoving his arm away from me. "Oh shut up. We're fine."

Rooster looked over at hangman, who put his hands up in surrender, shooting me a wink through his blackened eye. I rolled my eyes with a smug smile on my face and happened to see Maverick walking over to us.

"Mav! Tell hangman he didn't get that last point."

"You just don't want to admit that I am better."

Maverick sucked his teeth and shook his head. "Sorry hangman, Wolf's right."

"Ha!" I pointed at his face in a childish way. I felt a little embarrassed afterwards, but it was my unfiltered reaction.

"Shit." Hangman scuffed his foot on the ground.

"Wait so who won the bracket?" Rooster asked. Maverick raised his eyebrows and looked between the three of us.

"Oh I want keeping score. I just put you all against each other and told you it was a competition so you'd try harder." With a wink, Maverick turned on his heel and walked back towards the door of the hangar, leaving Rooster, hangman and I to feel rather embarrassed.

•••

After a much needed shower, I returned to my room. I had on a pair of comfy grey sweatpants as well as a black tank top that I didn't care about. I took my hair out of the towel and began to towel-dry it vigorously. With my head tilted to the side, I noticed a green sweatshirt thrown over the back of the chair.

I stopped what I was doing and walked over to it. I picked it up and subconsciously brought it to my nose. The faint smell of tangy pine and sweet amber wafted into my senses. I couldn't tell at this point if I had liked the smell, or the fact that it was what Rooster smelled like.

I picked the sweatshirt up and headed for my door to see if rooster was still around. I passed by the cafeteria and popped my head in. Phoenix with fanboy and payback. "Hey guys," I called out to my friends, who in turn looked my direction.

"Have you guys seen Rooster?"

Fanboy hummed around his food while nodding his head. "He just left."

"If you run you might catch him." Payback advised, a lingering smirk on his face confused me as he glanced in Phoenix's direction. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. "Okay, thanks."

I made my way to the exit at a light jog, sweatshirt gripped tightly in my hand so I wouldn't loose it. I broke through the exit door to see Rooster lifting himself into his car.

"Bradley!" I called to him, raising one arm to catch his attention more. He seemed surprised by me calling him by his real name, as he looked at me with raised eyebrows. I walked up to the driver side door of his car where he sat. I thought the sweatshirt up to absent window and handed it to him.

"Here. I wanted to give this back before I forgot." I gave him a small smile. Rooster reached over and took the sweatshirt from me. "Oh, thank you."

"No problem." I tapped on the car door gently with the palm of my hand before I turned on my heel to walk away. I felt my hand catch and I turned around to see that Rooster had put his hand on top of mine to stop me. I looked at him expectedly, waiting as he gathered up the courage to ask whatever was clearly on his mine.

"Would you, um, do you want to get dinner?"

I let his stuttering words linger in my ears before they fully processed in my brain. "Are you asking me on a date Bradshaw?"

He looked bashful, a red glow was brought to his face. "Well I- no. Yes but, no not yet." He stuttered, getting frustrated with himself for skipping over words.

I raised an eyebrow at him, leaning my hip against the front of his car. "You're stuttering."

"Take out. We get takeout and, we will go from there." Rooster finally choked the words he wanted to say out of his throat. I smirked at him, walking around to the passenger side and hopping in the Bronco.

"Let's go eat then."

Rooster drove us away from the academy, down the paved road and past the landing strips. The sand of the deserts turned red in the light of the setting sun. I held my hand out the window, laying it flat so my hand surfed through the air. My hair whipped around in the warm air that blew around the topless car.

I felt my phone buzz and I looked down to unlock it.

I decided not to answer. I clicked my phone closed and threw it down in my lap. "Who was that?" Rooster asked.

I shook my head, waving my hand submissively. "Just Bagman."

"Oh." There was a moment of processing before Rooster continued his train of thought. "We're you two close in flight school?"

"Oh no, we hated each other. I guess over the years we got more friendly. Sometimes we text each other with our accomplishments to see who was doing better." This made rooster chuckle, I watched as his smile lines spread across his face and the mustache on his lips moved. "That sounds like him."

We ended up choosing a Japanese food drive through where I got an order of lo mein with chicken and Rooster ended up getting the same. I got one of my favorite drinks and Rooster got a sweet tea. We drove off, quickly appearing at the oceans shoreline as we drove along side it. I could smell the saltiness in the air and the breeze was significantly cooler.

We turned off on a section where the sand met the road. It looked like many other cars had gone off the road there because the decline was significantly flattened with visible tread marks on it. We unpacked our things, popping the tailgate down and setting down on it to eat while facing the ocean.

We sparked a few conversations, mostly about todays exercises and things we could have done better. Things we learned flying against the other aviators.

There was a silence between us that was comforting. I closed my eyes while chewing the last of my food. I basked in the sounds of the ocean waves and signed happily.

"Y/n, I wanted to talk about something." Roosters voice brought me from my trance and i looked over at him. He was aimlessly poking his chopsticks into his takeout container.

"A few days ago, the kiss. I know we were both under the influence but I realized I was acting on underlying feelings."

I turned my sitting position to face him, crossing my legs underneath myself.

"You... You are one of the most captivating women I've ever met. You are dangerous, hot headed, stubborn, a little full of yourself sometimes. But there's something about you that I can't keep myself from. I tried distancing myself to see if it was real or in my head."

My heart was swelling, I wasn't sure what to say in response to this. I had never heard anybody say such nice things about me. "Bradley..."

"No let me finish. I knew that with Maverick being your father would complicate things. I didn't want my relationship with him to be compromised if I ever hurt you. But I think I'm willing to take that risk. If you are."

Rooster smiled down at me with a toothless grin. He flipped his hand over with the palm facing upwards. I looked down at his hand and then back up at his eyes. Tears brimmed in my eyes from the overwhelming feeling of mixed emotions that were stirring inside of me.

"What, what does all of this mean?"

Rooster sucked air through his teeth, taking the initiative of grabbing my hand in his. "It means, go on a date with me. Go on a date with me this Saturday and if you don't hate me, then let's go on another. Okay?"

I felt his rough and callused hands squeeze mine. I looked up at his face, at the scars covering his face and the end-of-the-day stubble he was starting to grow. His handsome, stoic face that was illuminated by the faint golden glow of the sun. "Okay."

"Okay?" Rooster asked eagerly.

"Okay."

His face looked relieved as his smile grew across his face. "Perfect. I'll get you at 7."

"Make it 6:30, I want to sleep in on Sunday."

It was as though there was a magnet in our chest, pulling us toward each other as we talked. I could feel my heartbeat in my chest as our faces got closer.

"6:30 sharp."

Our lips connected in a sweet affair. It wasn't with the same sloppy drunkenness as the first time. It was gentle, purposeful, it brought hope for the future. I wasn't one to hold on to hope very tightly. But with this, maybe a little hope wasn't a bad thing.

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Six Hours (Tav x Raphael)

Tav finds herself a little too far into the past and waits for the day the nautiloid crashes. Unfortunately, she forgets what being in the past means. Certain people haven't died yet, some of those people remember her...and some people wonder what price she'll pay to ensure her location is kept quiet. Six hours is all Raphael asks in exchange for his silence.

TW: Dubcon/noncon sex

Notes:

Important things to note:

1. Tav is living in Auntie Ethel's Riverside Teahouse, I'll let you guess why Auntie Ethel isn't there 2. Cald is 9 3. This is a year before the nautiloid crashes 4. This might make it into the "main" fic of the time travel thing because I can't not torture poor Tav

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It was not a bad life, not really. Withers had brought her back just a bit too far, but Tav was almost glad of it. There was time for her precious boy to grow in power, to grow, period, so that when things did happen, he'd be in much less danger.

That Orin could get her hands on him was unthinkable. No. No, Orin would not get a third chance to ruin her life.

She'd taken care of Auntie Ethel, moved right into the hag's house, and put a sign with a painted symbol of Ilmater outside. Clean water, food, and healing for those who needed it, no matter who they were. Cald didn't quite understand it at first but he knew the presence of the sign meant they'd see more people who didn't want to fight them, so over time he got used to the idea.

The swamp was a strange place, but it wasn't bad, and it was refreshing to be in nature again after so long in the city. A small perk in the world of shit that brought her here.

He was such a brilliant little thing, even for nine summers, but then his father had been so, too. Those who insisted on paying them found scrap metal of varying kinds a suitable offering--some even staying to watch what Cald would make with them. An occasional bird, a frog, but nothing to large...not with how wet their surroundings were.

Another year, she promised him, and then they could leave. He was impatient, as boys so often were--and she noticed in these moments, when he was impatient enough to almost tantrum like a much younger version of himself, that he looked more like his father than she'd thought he ever would. Currently, he was rigging up lights on the back porch, insisting it was important.

Tav smiled, despite everything.

Gortash would be proud of him. If only the man could be here to see it.

There was a knock at the door. Tav stood, dusting herself off and setting her teacup aside. Who, she wondered, would it be today? A lost traveler? A Gur, looking for Astarion? (No, he wouldn't appear here until much later...)

She expected almost anyone except the face she actually saw.

Raphael. It had been more than a decade since she'd seen that perfectly put-together cambion but there was no way to forget him completely.

Her eyes widened, her skin paled, and she took a shaky step backward.

"You--"

He didn't respond at first, merely stepped over the threshold with a smile. That movement dragged together the rest of her will and reminded her of what HAD been. What she had helped do to him before.

"You're not welcome here," Tav snarled, gesturing toward the door. "Get out."

"Oh, what a pity. I was under the impression from the sign that everyone was welcome here."

"Devils are not included." She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him, "Now leave, before I--"

"Such ill manners might serve you well here in this putrid swamp, but I doubt Cazador would appreciate it."

"What--what does HE have to do with--?" Tav was puzzled, and still suspicious. He was leading up to something, she knew it.

"Well...it's a funny thing, that. Your little trip in time might've...wiped clean a few slates, but mine wasn't one of them. And neither, it turns out, was Cazador's."

Tav stumbled back, feeling momentarily faint. The vampire lord hadn't ascended yet, but she trusted her odds with Raphael in a fight over the vampire lord any day of the week.

(Her anger for the smirking devil in front of her was more than it would be for Cazador in the same position, a puzzle which she would not waste time trying to unravel)

"What do you WANT?"

"For once," Raphael replied, "Nothing too important."

"If you're here for my son the answer is no. I would fight through a thousand Cazadors before I made that deal--"

He tutted at her. "I have no interest in that boy. No, my fallen friend, the interest I have is in you, and what you can do for me."

"Me? If you were under the impression I have any of the netherstones, you're mistaken." Tav took a deep breath. That predatory look on that faux-noble face, she hated it even more than she had that decade-plus, however many years ago. "Those stones are where they were when this all started. Or when it does start, rather."

"Oh, I'm well aware of that." Raphael brought her left hand to his lips, and pressed a soft kiss to her fingers. "How fortunate that I don't need them at present."

"I'll kill you," she started, clenching her hand into a fist the second he let it go. "I'll do what Karlach did to you but worse--"

"Mother, I finished the li--"

Cald's voice sounded off from the other side of the room, and then started in surprise.

"Mother, who's that?"

"Only someone looking for a favor, lad," Raphael called over Tav's shoulder. "I've no need for food or water, I have plenty of my own. No...all I need..."

His eyes flicked to Tav's in a gaze more cutting than any blade.

"...is a place to spend the night."

"We," Tav said, tensing hard and incredibly glad Cald couldn't see her face, "Would be happy to accommodate you, my lord."

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What irritated her most was how normally Raphael behaved. He partook in dinner with them, indulged Cald's talk on the lights the boy had put up, and pointed out that it seemed a storm was likely to come in the next few days. He advised the boy to take down the lights, lest there be a fire.

In similar talks did Cald hold his attention, until Tav suggested he go ahead to bed--or at least further down, where if he fell asleep it might be more comfortable.

So the boy walked through the illusion of the fireplace she'd kept intact, and only when Tav was certain he wasn't coming back for one reason or another did she relax.

But only for a moment.

"He is quite like his father at that age," Raphael said, standing and moving behind Tav's chair. Those infuriatingly soft hands moved to her shoulders.

She couldn't just kill him now, there'd be...too many questions from Cald. Inconvenient ones...about the blood on the floor, possibly, what had happened to that nice friend.

Still...

"Say another word about either of them, and I re-enact what Karlach did to you," she snarled.

"Mouthy, aren't we? I'm doing you an enormous favor, and this is how you behave?"

That well-kept right hand moved to her throat and tilted Tav's head back, forward her to meet his downward gaze.

(He felt it, when she gulped)

"Why do you want this? And more importantly, WHY do you think I'd ever trust that you'd keep your end of ANY bargain? It's why I didn't take the deal in the first place...regarding...the hammer."

"Because you'll do anything for that talkative boy's safety, won't you?" Raphael's grin got a little toothier, his grip at her throat a bit tighter. "And perhaps I want to see...what the rest of your lovers have seen. I also want you to remember, when or if you take any of them, no matter how blissful and in love you might be..."

For a second the grip Raphael had on her throat was too tight for her to breathe. But only for a second.

"You'll still have the memory of me in your head."

"I--"

"Oh, do stop being so foolish. He doesn't remember you, or he'd have come looking for you sooner."

Tav stood when he let go of her.

"Which means if you're concerned about jealousy..." Raphael practically crooned the word in her ear. "We both know the word means nothing to you. As I recall, when you mocked me...you'd already taken a taste of Haarlep..."

"Only for the hammer. It was a transaction. It meant nothing," Tav stiffened. "And I was not yet married."

"But you were committed. Oh, the druid, he has no qualms, but I'm certain that vampire spawn you cared so much for would have had quite a lot to say...had he not already been dead when you did it."

"Stop. Talking."

She moved toward her bed, knowing it was inevitable, knowing Raphael had every reason to make good on that threat to tell Cazador where she was.

He sounded almost gleeful when he spoke again, right before her bed.

His hands on her bare arms, stroking, grasping. Then she was pulled back, and that smooth, well bred tone was whispering in her ear.

"How does it feel, to know that? ...that when you were busy soaking in lust with my toy, your loves were being eviscerated?"

"Just tell me how you want this to go," Tav's voice had a sharp edge in it, and she refused to so much as look at Raphael. She instead looked down at the bed. The covers needed a bit of threadwork, she'd have to--

"I'm already showing you that."

She could hear it in his voice, the satisfaction.

A brief pain as she felt the soft scrape of his teeth against her neck.

"How do I know you'll keep your word?" Tav asked. "There's no contract. I give you my body--and what guarantee do I have?"

Pen and ink, and a perfectly scrawled contract suddenly appeared before her.

"As you can see," Raphael whispered in her ear, even as he pointed out the words, "The terms are quite clear."

"You bastard, you were planning this--"

"A night to enjoy your body in exchange for silence."

"Where and how do you define silence?" Tav asked. She watched as he extended a hand to point out the exact spot.

"I will say nothing of you or your son's location to Cazador."

"Or to anyone who works for or was sired by him. Add that or I'll take my chances."

That would involve running, possibly...she didn't know, but she wasn't going to let him win without a fight.

"You aren't in a position to make demands, oh grand heroine of Baldur's Gate," Raphael's tone was more biting now, but only for a second. "But if you looked you would see I already added that."

"What is wrong with you?" she asked, "You are the most depraved, conniving, arrogant man I've ever had the misfortune to deal with."

"Now, now, is that any way to treat someone doing you a favor?"

Tav took a deep breath, and stayed quiet.

"Do you agree?"

"I--" Tav spoke the words through gritted teeth when she finished reading over the short contract. Six hours, she was agreeing to. What kind of marathon fucking was this man accustomed to? Then again, with Haarlep, who knew what was possible. "I agree."

"Then sign."

She had always wondered how these contracts worked, and yet was unsurprised when it vanished the second she'd signed her name at the bottom. Along with the pen and ink.

Never sign a contract that has the potential to vanish, she thought. No, scratch that, don't sign deals with devils PERIOD.

"Good girl. Now..." Raphael's voice husked just slightly. "I want you to undress us both, and wait for further order."

Tav was furious, but the compulsion to obey already had her working on her own dress. Soft linen, made from a gift from a traveling merchant whose wounds she had healed. It went over her head and was tossed aside. Then her underclothes--and as much as she hated to do it, she turned towards him, to start on his clothes.

A foolishly over-detailed tunic with far too many buttons. At least, she thought, he stayed quiet while she worked. The moment she had put the tunic aside his hands were on her shoulders--and pushing her down.

She knelt, and with shaking hands went to work loosening his belt.

"You needn't look so unhappy, you know. Isn't this the way you prefer things to go?"

"When I've consented to it." Tav tossed away the belt and gave a tug at the waistband.

"Yet you hopped right into bed with my erstwhile ward, and I recall you didn't especially care for him beforehand."

"He was...different." She gulped slightly when as his trousers came down, his cock sprang up--hot, hard, and ready for her. It would be easy enough to please him, she thought, but to do it for a night, for six entire hours...

His hands moved into her hair, urging her head forward. She took a deep breath, wrapped her lips around Raphael's cock, and moved down to take all of it.

"Oh, we are very eager, aren't we?"

Tav was glad she didn't have to answer, and started bobbing her head.

"This is why I wanted you, my do-gooder druid," Raphael's smug tone only deepened in satisfaction as she moved, slowly ridding himself of the troublesome trousers. "Imagine it, you have everything you want again...yet still...still, in the back of your mind you will remember this. You will remember using those lips on me..."

I'd bite you if I thought I could get away with it, Tav thought. But she she kept that only in her mind, and kept up the slow pace of her tongue along the underside of his cock as she moved over him.

The taste of pre suddenly appeared on her tongue, and she had to force back a gag. Not only at the fact that it was Raphael of all people with his cock in her mouth, but the fact that she was already feeling too warm.

She had touched no one since Gortash. She'd sworn she would never put herself through it again--that is, loving anyone, and as a result she had avoided sex as well. She'd barely even touched herself. With others there was too much likelihood that she would grow accustomed to someone. Too much chance that she might--

Pain in her skull. Raphael gave a hard yank and her head was pulled back, off of his cock, with just the slight string of pre still joining them.

"Five hours and fifty-six minutes," he smirked down at her. "Talented tongue you have there...but then, you've had a lot of practice, haven't you?"

She glared up at him.

"Answer me," he prompted.

"Yes," Tav felt herself compelled to answer, breathing hard, "I have."

"Who with?"

"Halsin," she couldn't stop herself from saying, "And Gortash."

"Perhaps once I've had my fill of the rest of you, we'll circle back to this." Raphael smirked. He lay back on the bed, and gestured to her to join him.

"I hate you," Tav growled, but she moved up to straddle him. "You just couldn't leave well enough alone, could you?"

"I could ask you the same question." Raphael smirked, and raised his hands to the mottled skin of her breasts. "Can't stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. Can't stop trying to save every sad little orphan you come across."

He saw her hesitation, and issued a harder order.

"On. Now."

Tav took a deep and shaky breath as she raised herself, clenched at his chest as the tip of his cock threatening to slip into her embarrassingly soaked cunt. She forced herself down, and groaned from the sudden invasion.

"Oh, it has been a while for you, hasn't it? Answer." Raphael prompted her.

"Yes."

"Start moving, and tell me how long."

"S...six years." Tav started rolling her hips, trying to keep her mind on anything but the cock inside her. Not the largest she'd taken, but it felt more an intrusion than any of the others. She hated it, hated every moment of this, but the friction and pleasure began to rise nonetheless. "There--has been no one--since Gortash."

She felt a stab of pleasure in her gut and clenched again at his chest, this time to stop herself from making any noise.

"None of that," Raphael scolded, going right back into the strict tone that reached into her mind and compelled her forward. "You're going to let me hear every sound you make."

"Please, don't--"

"You signed a contract after all."

At least he didn't demand that she look at him, so there was that mercy. She couldn't help but let the little sounds out now, as the heat between her legs moved higher.

"Oh, the things I could have you do..." Raphael relaxed, and moved his hands behind his head, "If I weren't enjoying the view so much, I would bring you to Avernus...mmm, and see how much you liked serving Haarlep..."

"The contract was--with--you--" Tav groaned and began to roll her hips faster. "Not him!"

"The contract was with me, for your time. It said nothing of limiting you to just my attentions." Raphael smirked at the look of horror. "Oh, don't give me that. We both know you'd revel in it."

Another moan fell from her lips, unable to be held back. And a second later, a groan came from his own.

"Soaking in lust, being used by one whose only purpose is to..."

Tav started to move back when she heard a more strangled groan from Raphael.

"No," he commanded her, "You stay right where you are and take me."

"You never said--"

"You didn't ask," he smirked, and raised a hand to her face. "Do not look away from me until I've finished."

She hated him, hated him more than anything. For what he'd done to everyone, to Gortash, to her. To everything he'd put her and the group through, the last time she'd met him. Why had Withers granted RAPHAEL of all people the memory of the previous...time? Had he decided it?

Tav kept her eyes on his, kept rolling her hips, letting her unwanted sounds of pleasure fall whenever they came--and suddenly her climax rose, overwhelming her in a sudden flash of lusty fire. She moaned out for him, did exactly as he asked, and kept moving despite the sensitivity that made the former pleasure feel more of pain.

"That's right," Raphael smirked at her, tracing her lower lip with his thumb, "You didn't think I'd let you get away with it, did you? Didn't think I would want to spill my seed in you? Didn't want it. But you're going to take it anyway."

Another three rolls of her hips was all it took, and with his cock buried in her deeply, touching a spot that practically had her seeing stars despite how overstimulated she felt--

He groaned, his body jerked, and Tav felt him pulse and spill inside her. Hotter than she expected it, and disgusting, so utterly disgusting.

"There...there we go..." he smirked, breathing heavily, before pulling her down into a kiss. She was glad she could shut her eyes, block it all out now.

When he pulled back he whispered in her ear, "Five hours and forty minutes. Exactly."

"A long night ahead, then," she said sullenly.

"Oh, far from it. Get off me and lay down beside me."

Tav obeyed, and felt a chill go down her spine when Raphael got out of bed and started redressing.

"What are you doing?"

"Leaving," he replied. "I have what I came for."

"What--no you don't," Tav burst out and sat up, cringing inwardly at the feel of Raphael's seed seeping out and onto her thighs. "You said six hours."

"Yes, my dear druid, I certainly did." Now fully dressed, Raphael turned around and lifted her chin so she had to meet his eyes. "But I never said that that time had to be successive."

She was both relieved and terrified to see him walk out the door.

#this is an offshoot of the Gortav fic #i was supposed to be writing something else but raphael wanted his bit of tav #tav #good tav #bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate #raphael x tav #raphael the cambion #bg3 smut

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The heroes arrive!

(spoilers for the metal virus arc in the IDW comics)

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Sonic PoV

_Sonic had the warp topaz in his hands. Focusing in sending the metal virus away, straight to the sun, where it would dissapear for good. He could feel the form destabilizing with time, cracking, it was getting harder to keep the massive portal open._

_He felt the chaos energy depleting from his body, his quills flashing blue as the last of the metal virus was disintegrating. His characteristic grin was plastered on his expression though, hearing Silver tell him that all of the virus was gone. He replied, his voice shaking with the amount of power he was handling._

_He flew towards the closing portal, about to throw it away to burn with the sun's heat. But the topaz shattered as he tried to get rid of it, a massive explosion of green energy leaving him unconscious. His last thought consisted about his little brother. Wondering about his well being before everything faded to black._

Tails PoV

_He was looking up at the sky, Amy beside him, staring at the golden figures cure the world. He was so happy! Finally the worst part of this was going to be over! But then he saw the explosion of the topaz, Silver crashing nearby and, just as he turned around to go help, everything shifted._

_He was on a beach. And he head another crash, gasping when he realized it was Sonic. Didn't have time to check his new surroundings, was Sonic ok?_

Sonic PoV

_Everything was black, he felt someone moving him, and he begrudgingly opened his eyes._

Mmngh- Who..? Wh-

_He spotted the yellow fur, worried blue eyes staring at him_

_Tails..?_

Sonic?! Sonic!! Are you okay? What's going on?

_He sat up, his body was numb from the exhaustion, but he would handle that later. His little bro was first. _

What do you mean..? Wait- Where?-

Exactly! I was just watching you get rid of the virus and then a portal sucked me in!!

_The fox replied before he finished formulating his question, nervous. He bit the inside of his cheek. Shit. He messed this one up didn't he? He looked up at Tails, trying to stand up, falling right on his butt, a groan coming from him, ouch. Is he really that exhausted? Well.. considering everything that's been happening... yeah it makes a lot of sense. _

_Tails reached out to help him stand up, smiling at him. _

Let's take this easy ok? We'll find a way to go back with the others!

_The hedgehog smiled back, taking his hand and standing on shaky legs, supporting himself on him until he got his balance back. He appreciates the positivism._

Alright! I doubt I can properly run though... My legs are really tired..

That's okay. Let's find you a place to sit, I see a boardwalk and a small town nearby! Maybe we'll find some locals who can help us find our way back!

Sounds like a plan! Let's go!

//hi! welcome to my new hyperfixation! ksbckd- Tagging some friends! But this is an open rp! @purple-steven @corvid-steven @some-mirror-child @varian-the-unstable-alchemist @sun-and-moon-sb @anyone!

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