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hintsofhoney · 1 year

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Radio and the Rain

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: When a bad storm forces you and Dean apart on a hunt, he realizes just how much you mean to him.

Tags: 18+, smut, making love, p in v, all that jazz... nothing too crazy

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Hello, I'm back after almost 6 months. Moving across the country (again) among other big life events (all good ones!) gave me the worst writer's block of all time, but thanks to my friends (@soaringeag1e & @emoryhemsworth), writing this fic per their suggestion (based off Radio and the Rain by Chris Young) is what finally pulled me out of it! Beta'd by my angels @wayward-dreamer and @makeadealwithdean. Alright, hope you all enjoy, and I promise I'll be back again with more things soon!

You can also read me on Ao3!

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“Y/N!” Dean calls out, doubtful that you can hear him over the sound of the rain coming down as he tries to ignore the panic building inside him. His hair is stuck to his forehead from the downpour, water droplets streaming down his face as he tries to shield himself from the weather. It’s no use. He’s soaked to the bone – he’s not sure he could have worn enough layers to keep him dry, not in this storm – and the darkness of the forest seems to go on forever. He could have sworn there was a town nearby – some light pollution would be really helpful right about now – but he seems to be shit out of luck. Thunder booms above him, almost deafening, and he keeps on what he hopes is the right path, his heart rate steadily increasing. He needs to find you.

“Y/N!” he yells again after another minute passes. If he’s soaked, he can’t imagine what you must be. He remembers what you’re wearing; skinny jeans, a thin green t-shirt, a black faux leather jacket, hunting boots. Normally, he doesn’t complain about your refusal to wear more layers, but right now, ‘I told you so’ is on the tip of his tongue. He would need a large amount of hands to count how many times he’s told you to prepare for anything , and that a flimsy t-shirt and jacket weren’t gonna cut it, but in your defense, this storm came out of nowhere. He had to give you that, at least.

“Dean!” he whips his head around at the faint sound of his name making its way through the rain, and yells yours out once more before making his way towards your voice. His eyes are adjusted enough to the dark to where he can make out silhouettes of fallen trees ahead of him, stepping over them with little caution as you call out to him again. He has to make sure you’re okay. He has to get to you.

“I’m here, Y/N!” he yells, “Where are you!?”

“Dean!”

He hears it, clear as day from behind him. He turns around in time to see the outline of your soaked body appearing from behind the trees.

“Y/N!” He rushes to you, taking your cold hand in his, and you can’t tell if he’s relieved or angry to see you – or a little bit of both. You should have listened to him when he told you splitting up was a bad idea, but completing the hunt had been the only thing on your mind, Dean’s lectures about safety be damned. “Jesus, you’re freezing,” he comments, like he isn’t an icicle himself. He wants to say, ‘I told you splitting up was a bad idea’, but he holds his tongue. He can lecture you later.

He grabs you firmly by the shoulders, looking you up and down. “Are you okay?”

With the rain pouring down, he sounds like he’s whispering, even though you can tell he’s only a decibel away from full-on screaming. Lightning strikes in the distance, and you’re able to get a clear view of his face for a brief moment. Water streaming down his clenched jaw, hair soaked and plastered to his forehead, worried green eyes searching yours. They land on your cheek, which you think is bleeding thanks to the branch that smacked you in the face a few minutes ago, and you roll your eyes at his over-concern.

“I’m fine, Dean. It’s just a scratch.”

“C’mon,” he replies gruffly, pulling you into his coat in an attempt to shield you from the rain. “Baby’s got a first aid kit in the back.”

Ten minutes of walking later and you can make out Baby’s silhouette parked on the road on the other side of some trees. The rain seems to have gotten even worse – if that’s even possible – and the thought of being underneath some type of roof (Baby’s was just as good as any) where you’d have an opportunity to get dry was getting your tired legs through the last bit of your trek out of the muddy woods.

Your first step onto the dirt road comes with more rain as you come out from under the umbrella of trees. Dean opens the back door for you, ushering you inside and telling you not to worry about your shoes (something that he was usually a stickler about; he liked a clean car). To your surprise, he gets in behind you, quickly closing the door before the backseat can get even more wet. He leans over the front bench, fishing his keys out of his pocket, before starting the ignition and turning on the heat. The radio comes on as Baby starts up, and he lets it play as he opens the glove box and pulls out a flashlight, before sitting back and reaching underneath the driver’s seat for the first aid kit.

“Hold this,” he orders, turning on the light and handing it to you, the brightness of the bulb causing you both to squint as your eyes adjust.

“Dean, I told you, I’m fine,” you reiterate with an exhausted sigh, watching as he opens the white box in his lap.

“Shine it on your face, I need to get a better look.”

You roll your eyes, pointing the flashlight on your cheek, allowing Dean to grab the underside of your chin as he moves your head to the side and examines the damage.

“Needs to be cleaned,” he announces, letting you go and pulling out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and gauze from the kit. You watch as he unscrews the cap and flips the bottle over, letting the cloth absorb some of the liquid before flipping it back and closing it. “This is gonna sting.”

He says that every time, and you chuckle softly in response. “Yeah, not my first time.”

He doesn’t even crack a smile. He grabs underneath your chin again, dabbing your wound with the cloth, and you’re too focused on his mood to even notice the sting. A minute passes by, and you’re sure it’s clean by now, but he seems to be on autopilot, jaw clenched and eyes both focused in on what he’s doing and glazed over at the same time.

“Dean,” you say gently, placing your free hand on top of his, stilling his movements and pulling him out of his trance. “I think it’s clean.”

Silence, except for the rain and the radio, which is quietly playing Is This Love by Whitesnake (not usually what this station plays, but it’s 2 a.m. and you figure they probably save the sappy 80s songs for this time of night).

And then, “You can’t do that.” His voice is barely above a whisper.

You furrow your eyebrows and tilt your head. “Do what?”

“Scare me like that. I didn’t – I thought –” he shakes his head, dropping his hand and placing the gauze back in the kit, along with the rubbing alcohol, before closing it and shoving it back under the seat. “Just – you can’t do that.”

“Dean, the storm came out of nowhere. We’ve split up on hunts so many –”

“And it’s never my idea!” he interrupts.

“What do you want me to say, Dean!? ‘I’m sorry that God decided to flood the earth again while we were out hunting werewolves’!? I am fine , okay? I can handle –”

He cups your face in his cold hands, careful to avoid the fresh cut on your cheek. “I don’t doubt that you can handle yourself. But I can’t lose you, do you get that?” His face is inches away from yours, and the flashlight slips out of your hands and onto the floor as your breath catches in your throat. The radio starts playing the all-too familiar beginning chords of Night Moves , and you can’t bring yourself to do anything but nod. Dean tucks a strand of wet hair behind your ear. “I can’t lose you,” he whispers.

“I know,” you reply breathily. You place your hand over his again. “You won’t, De.”

The corner of his mouth lifts up into a brief half smile – one that you would have missed had you not been watching his every move. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip with a feather-light touch, and all you can hear is the radio and the rain.

“Your lips are freezing,” he comments, not-so-subtly (in true Dean fashion).

“Shame there’s no way to warm them,” you whisper back, biting back a smile.

“Hm,” he smirks, leaning in. “I can think of a way.”

You close your eyes as his lips meet yours, instantly sending warmth back into your body. Night Moves is still playing, and you ignore the irony as you kiss him back like not freezing to death depends on it. It’s not your first kiss with Dean, but it’s the first one that feels like it really means something, like you could be more than just friends who hook up occasionally. His hands move from your face to your jacket, unzipping it before he helps peel it off your body, your wet skin making everything a thousand times harder. He carelessly throws it into the front seat before his lips move to your neck and he works on getting his own top layer off. He finds your sweet spot right under your ear, one that sends warm shivers down your spine, and then his hands are back on your body, finding their way underneath your soaked shirt, trailing up your sides. His palms feel warm against your skin, and you don’t know if it’s the heat blasting through the vents or the adrenaline pumping through your veins, but you’ve never been hotter.

The two of you separate for a few seconds and tug off the remainder of your clothes, everything landing in a nice pile on the front seat — muddy boots included. The cleanliness of his car is the last thing Dean is concerned about right now.

You feel a lot more comfortable naked — meaning, you’re only wet where you want to be now — and you lean back in the seat, your head resting against the door, as Dean hovers over you, taking you in. The flashlight on the ground was your only source of light with the moonlight blocked out by the storm still raging outside.

“You’re beautiful,” he states, not like an opinion, but like it’s an undeniable fact. Like if you were to look up ‘beautiful’ in the dictionary right now you’d find a picture of your face.

You smile. “Thank you.”

His finger traces your jaw bone, his thumb gently outlines the scrape on your cheek. “I don’t think it’s gonna scar,” he says. You love it when he’s like this: pure and unfiltered, saying exactly what he’s thinking when he’s thinking it.

You chuckle softly. “Good. Be real ugly if it did.”

His expression turns serious. “No it wouldn’t.” He states that like it’s a fact too, and you have no choice but to accept it.

“Okay. It would be pretty badass, I guess,” you concede.

He smiles and nods, leaning down to kiss you softly, quickly, before pulling back and whispering, “Yeah, it would.”

He trails his kisses down your jaw, neck, collarbone, and you catch the next song on the radio — Feels Like the First Time — and roll your eyes and try not to laugh because of course . You’re brought back to the present when Dean’s mouth wraps around your nipple, his tongue flicking over the hardened bud as your hands instantly come to grip his wet hair.

“Fuck,” you breathe, back arching off the leather seat, and he chuckles softly before releasing you with a ‘pop’.

“That’s the plan, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes again, but they quickly close as he moves to give your right nipple some attention, gently pinching the other between his thumb and pointer finger. Your moans cause his cock to twitch, and you feel it against your inner thigh, imagining what it must look like right now.

“Please,” you beg, and you both know exactly what for. He gladly returns his lips to yours, before nestling himself comfortably (or as comfortable as one can get in the backseat of a ‘67 Chevy) between your legs, still damp and sticky from the rain. He kisses you hard as he enters you slowly, and you moan into his mouth as you adjust to his size. Nothing’s ever felt so good.

“Jesus,” he breathes, pulling away momentarily and bracing himself with one hand on the fogged up window as he bottoms out and stays there, looking down at you like you’re the only thing that matters to him, and right now, you are. “Mm, fuck .” He starts to move, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck, his hot breath and soft groans doing nothing to help stall the tightening coil in your abdomen. “‘m never letting you out of my sight again,” he whispers.

All you can do is nod; he feels so good, you never want him to stop.

“Can’t fuckin’ lose you,” he mumbles, his face coming to hover above yours as he cups your unscathed cheek with his free hand. “You hearin’ me?” He shakes his head. “I can’t.”

You nod again, a little more aggressively this time. “I know, Dean. You won’t,” you reassure him through unsteady breaths. It’s your turn to shake your head. “You won’t.”

You hadn’t noticed his thrusts speeding up, too lost in your emotions until he hits a spot that you didn’t even know you had.

“Oh, fuck ,” you hiss, arching your back. “Fuck, right there.”

He listens, picking up the pace ever so slightly, his lips on your neck again, his heavy pants in your ear. “Shit, sweetheart, you feel so good.” He’s breathing so hard it’s barely audible, but you hear it clear as day, and it’s what brings you to the edge.

“Fuck, Dean, I’m gonna —”

“Me too, me too.”

And then you’re tensing underneath him as a wave of pleasure washes over you, his cock twitching inside you as he fills you up, and he’s holding himself up on trembling forearms, desperately trying not to collapse on top of you as the exhaustion from the day finally hits you both like a tidal wave. Through heavy breathing you notice that it’s still pouring outside — probably deeming you stuck here on this no name road until it lets up — and that You Shook Me All Night Long is playing on the radio, and you can’t help but giggle softly and shake your head.

“What?” he questions, confused.

“I think both the weather and the radio are demanding that we go again.”

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im-dehydrated05 · 1 month

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Just a quick something before I get writer block. (I can feel it in my brain.) Don’t be afraid to leave a comment because I have no idea if this chapter makes sense.

𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6 | Pt.7 | Pt.8 | Pt.9

"Ugh, I feel like I'm being stabbed."

Aurora whined, feeling pain all over her body.

Angie: "How do you even know what it feels like to be stabbed?"

Aurora didn't say anything, but she could see Bela glaring at Mia, who sinked into a chair. The brunette tried to close her eyes to rest a bit, but was yanked up by Bela.

Cassandra: "Bela, what the hell? She's not a drag doll."

Bela whispered 'sorry' to Aurora, but the brunette just shook her head dismissively. Cassandra sat down next to Bela, trying to lecture her about how to treat a lady. Aurora raised her brow at Cassandra, and that's when the brunette noticed.

"Why are you guys in my room?"

Angie and Daniela were sitting down on the floor playing uno; Mia was looking at the room's ceiling, probably regretting all her life decisions; and Bela and Cassandra just stopped their conversation to stare at Aurora.

Bela: "Angie told us you were feeling sick."

*knock*

Angie: "I'll get it."

Angie got up from the floor and opened the door, closing it behind her. Everyone stared at the door for a few seconds, hearing two voices from behind it, before the door slowly opened again. The brunette smiled, trying to stand up and falling to the floor with a thud. The person who came through the door immediately made her way towards Aurora.

Donna: "Are you okay?"

Aurora winced in pain as Donna approached her. She nodded weakly, unable to find her voice. Donna crouched down beside her, concern etched on her face.

Donna: "What happened? Why are you in so much pain?"

Aurora managed to speak, her voice barely a whisper.

Aurora: "I don't know... It just came out of nowhere."

Donna gently placed a hand on Aurora's forehead, checking for any signs of fever. She then turned to the others in the room.

Donna: "Has she been like this all day?"

Daniela stood up from the floor. She scratched the back of her neck, looking at Aurora, worry evident in her eyes.

Daniela: "Yes, she's been complaining of the pain since this morning."

Donna frowned, deep in thought. She carefully helped Aurora sit up, sitting her on the bed.

Donna: "I'm not a doctor, but it sounds like something serious.

Donna paused for a moment, looking around the room, before locking her eyes with Aurora.

Donna: "We should get her to a hospital."

Aurora's eyes widened in alarm.

"No!"

S͟h͟e͟'͟l͟l͟ f͟i͟n͟d͟ o͟u͟t͟.͟.͟.͟

Shut up

S͟h͟e͟'͟l͟l͟ h͟u͟r͟t͟ t͟h͟e͟m͟

Shut up!

A͟n͟d͟ i͟t͟'͟l͟l͟ b͟e͟ y͟o͟u͟r͟ f͟a͟u͟l͟t͟!͟

SHUT UP!

Aurora's ears started to ring. A hand reached out to her, and she could see bright yellow eyes.

"Don't fucking touch me!"

She smacked the hand away, her eyes wide, as she came back to her senses. Aurora's outburst startled everyone in the room. They exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to react. Donna stepped back, a hurt expression on her face.

"Donna I didn't. I'm... I'm just tired. I swear, just don't— don't take me to the hospital."

Aurora's voice trembled as she pleaded, her eyes filled with tears.

"Can you guys get out? I want to go to sleep, please."

The room fell silent; a heavy tension hung in the air. Bela finally spoke up, looking at Aurora with a flash of guilt in her eyes.

Bela: "Alright, Aurora. We'll leave you to rest. But promise me that if the pain gets worse or if anything changes, you'll let us know, okay?"

Aurora nodded, tears streaming down her face.

Aurora: "I promise."

Daniela, Angie, Mia, Bela, and Cassandra slowly made their way towards the door, with Mia casting one last look towards Aurora before leaving the room. Donna lingered for a moment, her gaze filled with something unreadable. She takes a deep breath before she shows the brunette her hands.

This feels familiar.

Aurora looks at them before Donna gently cups her face, cleaning her tears.

Aurora let out a shaky breath, sinking into Donna's touch. It was gentle and comforting, and it momentarily made her forget the pain she was feeling. Donna smiled softly at Aurora, her expression filled with adoration.

Donna: "Everything is going to be okay, Tesoro."

Aurora managed a weak smile before her expression changed completely.

Did she just...

S͟h͟e͟ r͟e͟m͟e͟m͟b͟e͟r͟s͟

Oh no

no No NO NONONONO

"Please."

S͟h͟e͟'͟l͟l͟ h͟u͟r͟t͟ t͟h͟e͟m͟

Don't hurt them, don't—

"Don't hurt me."

Aurora's plea hung in the air, her voice trembling with fear. Donna's eyes widened, she quickly pulled her hands away from the brunette's face, as if she had been burned. Aurora looked confused until she realized what she said.

“Donna.”

Donna: "I’m sorry.”

Danna's voice cracked, stepping back, her eyes filled with tears.

“No, Donna.”

Aurora reached out to her, making the florist flinch.

Donna: “I’m so sorry.”

And before the brunette can say anything, Donna runs out of the room.

Y͟o͟u͟ r͟u͟i͟n͟e͟d͟ e͟v͟e͟r͟y͟t͟h͟i͟n͟g͟

“Fuck.”

Aurora felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. She lay back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Fuck!”

The brunette covered her face, sobbing into her hands.

A knock on the door interrupted Aurora's sobs.

“Leave me the fuck alone!”

Several voices were heard from the other side of the door before everything went quiet. The brunette hugged her pillow tightly, burring her face into it to muffle whatever sounds came out of her mouth.

Everything hurts

Sorry, it’s short, like my brain circulation right now. Anyway, I’m going to sleep. Hopefully I don’t wake up with writing block, or I swear—

#resident lover #bela dimitrescu #angie beneviento #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #donna beneviento #fanfic #mia winters

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year

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Dark Protector

AN: So I’ve been a bit quiet lately - writer's block got me in a chokehold, just when I’ve signed up to a load of challenges. However, I have managed to get this fic to fit three of them;

Into an Alternate Juni-verse - Square C2 - Bogeyman - @buckybarnesevents

3 words for Caplan - “Help me, please!” - First bolded text. @caplanbuckybarnes

Bucky Barnes Bingo - Square K1 -”That wasn’t nice” - Second bolded text @buckybarnesbingo

Beta’d by @indyluckycharlie - thank you so much!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard by me.

Masterlist | Juni-verse Masterlist | BBB 2023 Masterlist

Summary: He’s always been there when you needed him the most; your Dark Protector. Anyone else would be afraid of him, but not you. You’re in love with the monster under the bed.

Relationship: Bogeyman Bucky Barnes x Reader

WC: 6.2k

CW: Minor descriptions of physical assault of a minor, attempted sexual assault of a minor, forced to watch pornography, mild horror elements, death of a minor OC, alcohol consumption, attempted sexual assault of an adult, smut (unprotected PinV, slight use of tentacles, mild bondage) angst, soft!dark! (ish) Bucky.

You don’t remember how old you were when you first realised he existed. If you could even call him a ‘he’. Did the monsters under the bed have gender?

Your friends in elementary school were all scared of the ones in their rooms, but not you, and you didn’t know why.

You weren’t scared of the dark.

You weren’t scared of the creaks and groans of your home.

You weren’t scared of the gentle, but nameless, sound that emanated from under your bed.

Maybe it’s because you had something else to be scared of. Something tangible and real that didn’t just exist in the night, but existed in the day as well; your mom’s boyfriend.

Your dad left when you were very small and you didn’t have many memories of him; only the odd flash of a shadowy figure or a sound or a smell. You’d seen a few photographs, ones that your grandma had kept, knowing that one day you would be curious, but otherwise, the man was an enigma that your mother refused to talk about.

When you were eight she got a boyfriend - Darryl. He was tall, and lanky, with wonky teeth, greasy hair and a smoking habit. Even at that tender age you had no idea what your mom saw in him. He worked in construction, when he wasn’t being thrown off a job for being too lazy, or late, or just downright offensive to the other workers.

He got angry.

A lot.

He’d shout at your mom and slam doors, and if he saw you he’d try to kick you. If you accidentally disturbed him, which could be achieved just by breathing some days, he’d give you a smack around the head and scream at you until you were cowering in the corner.

Then the jobs started to dry up, so Darryl started to drink. And drink. You tried to find any excuse you could to be absent, doing your homework in the park on fine days and in the local library when it wasn’t, and if you had to be home, you’d tiptoe around in the hope he wouldn’t notice you.

Then, when you turned 11, it all, somehow, got worse. Darryl was starting to look at you. He’d leer and make comments that you didn’t fully understand, but knew weren’t right. He’d be nice to you, something that was totally abnormal, and it put you on edge. He’d slur and give you compliments, but only about the way you looked. Whenever you tried to talk to your mom about it, she’d duck her head, look embarrassed and try to convince you he was just being a good step-dad. You didn’t believe her.

You didn’t know who to talk to, so you talked to the monster under your bed. For some reason you decided he was called Bucky. It came to you in a flash of inspiration, seemingly from nowhere, but you knew from a change in the hisses and rumbles from beneath you that he approved.

Bucky was a good listener - you didn’t know if this was a trait common to all bogeymen or whether you happened to just get a good one, but you poured out your worries and fears, always feeling lighter by the time you fell asleep.

But for all that you felt lighter in the dark, that all went away in the light of day. Your mom got a new job, one that had her out of the house most evenings a week. Which meant it was just you and Darryl at home. Alone. It wasn’t long until it all came to a head.

You were channel surfing when he came and sat down next to you. His skinny thigh was pressed up against your own, too close, and you repressed a shudder. The smell of stale tobacco and cheap beer assaulted your nostrils, making you want to gag. His arm was slung over the back of the couch and although his hand wasn’t touching you, you knew his fingers were too close to your shoulder for your own comfort.

“I’ve got something we can watch together.”

He leered at you and plucked the remote from your fingers and apprehension prickled up your spine. With a few taps of his long, yellow-stained fingers, the channel changed and you couldn’t help but look up when you heard the strange noises - pants and grunts and moans - coming from the screen.

You gasped in horror. There was a naked man and a naked woman on the screen. He was holding her down and her face was contorted in some expression you didn’t recognise, and he seemed to be hurting her, stabbing into her privates with his thingy.

You shot off the couch, barely hearing Darryl’s dark chuckle as you ran to your room, and threw the door shut. You virtually launched yourself onto your bed, and clutched your stuffed bear, Mr Snoops, to your chest. The images from the screen ran through your head, making bile rise in your throat. Why had Darryl shown you that? You didn’t understand.

You didn’t know how much time passed while you tried to work things through in your head, but the sun had set outside, and the streetlamps threw shadows across your room.

Suddenly, your door opened, banging off the wall behind it. Darryl stood there, outlined in the light from the living room. He rarely came into your room, knowing that despite his recent change in attention to you, it was still off-limits to him.

“Why’re you hiding in here, girly? I thought you might like the film I showed you.”

You curled up smaller, alarm bells ringing in your brain.

“He was hurting her.”

He chuckled, the sound just as dark and ominous as earlier on.

“Nah, he weren’t. She was liking it. Most girls do.”

He stepped closer and a waft of fresh whisky swirled around him.

“Bet you would, too. You’re getting real pretty now. Bet you thought I wouldn’t notice, but I did.”

You tried to back up, but the hard wall at your back stopped you. You didn’t quite know what he was talking about, but you knew enough to be scared. You were aware of an ominous rumble and hissing coming from under your bed, and a flicker of a dark, tentacle-like shapes in the corner of your vision.

A jingling noise brought your attention back to Darryl. He’d undone his belt and was working on his pants fly. There was a strange bulge in the fabric and you screwed your eyes shut.

“So you just lie back, and let me do this and it can be our secret, eh, girly? Might not be too nice this time, that’s the way of things, but I promise you’ll come to love it, just like that broad in the movie.”

You didn’t want him to stab you with his ‘thingy’. You didn’t care what he said - it looked painful, and your privates were your privates. The sounds from Bucky got louder and louder to your ears, despite the fact that Darryl seemed oblivious to them. It was as though your dearest monster was waiting for something.

When you felt your flimsy mattress dip under Darryl’s weight you let out a whispered plea into the darkness.

“Help me, please!”

The smells of tobacco and alcohol were hot on your face, and you felt tears start to roll down your cheeks, when in an instant it was all whisked away.

Then, Darryl screamed and your eyes shot open. His weedy form was hanging in the air, dark tentacles of shadow surrounding him, wrapping up and down each limb. He was struggling, but the shadowy limbs seemed to be tightening and drawing him downwards and back towards your bed, heedless of the garbled sounds of distress coming from him.

You squeezed your eyes shut again, holding Mr Snoops so tight you thought his head might pop off, and tried to put the sounds of breaking bones out of your mind. Your bed started to shake, the shrieks loud in your ears and then there was silence.

Well, almost.

There was a new sound coming from beneath you, a satisfied purring noise, almost like that of your best friend Maisie’s cat.

Opening one eye, you surveyed your room. Light still spilt in from both the hallway and the streetlights outside, and they showed that your room was empty.

No Darryl.

Carefully you got up, and padding to your door, you peeked around the frame. You couldn’t see him or hear him. Feeling a bit braver you scurried across to the living room. The only evidence of your mom’s boyfriend was the empty beer bottles and cigarette butts in the ashtray.

You returned to your room, and settled gingerly on your bed, before leaning down and looking under it. Darkness and shadows looked back, but you felt a wave of smugness emanating from the depths.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

You went to sleep, once again, with lightness in your heart.

The next few days you had to comfort your mom as she ranted and raved about Darryl abandoning the pair of you, pretending to be sad, but smiling inside. Bucky wasn’t an imaginary friend. He was real, and he had protected you when you’d needed him most.

Life moved on, and your mom got over Darryl’s disappearance. You were glad, because after the initial heartache, she became a much happier person. Yes, her job still sucked, but she didn’t have to support a deadbeat boyfriend on the meagre wages, and she didn’t have to worry about being shouted or screamed at.

No-one else in town missed him either, most shrugging their shoulders and assuming he’d done a midnight flit. You were the only one who knew different.

Your confidence grew. You weren’t scared anymore, because you had Bucky to keep you safe in your home.

As you reached your mid-teens you realised what it was that you’d been shown on the Tv screen that night, and any residual guilt you’d felt at Darryl’s demise evaporated with the full understanding of his intentions

“Thank you for saving me, Bucky. I’m so glad I have you.”

He hissed in pleasure and his tentacles appeared in the corner of your eye, evaporating quickly when you turned to try and look at him.

“I wish I could see you though.”

The hisses changed to rumbles, as though he was placating you, before bursting into his purring sound and soothing you to sleep.

Despite Bucky’s lack of normal ‘language’ you’d learnt to understand him. When you bought your first boyfriend home, a jock named Jack, and went to your room for a make-out session, you could almost feel the waves of disapproval coming from Bucky. He obviously wasn’t happy. When you opened your eyes a crack, part way through having Jack’s tongue down your throat, you saw the shadows shifting. In a panic about what might happen, you called your ‘date’ to an abrupt end, much to Jack’s annoyance, citing an upset stomach.

He broke up with you two days later, telling his buddies that you were ‘a frigid bitch’. Three weeks after that a girl in your class was found bloodied, bruised and assaulted at the far end of town. The police questioned her in the hospital but she feigned ignorance about what had happened to her, but the school grapevine had it that she’d last been seen on a date with Jack. You told Bucky about it, and the rumbles that emanated from him seemed to say “I told you he was no good.”

Your thoughts about Bucky’s intentions to protect you from harm were further clarified with your next boyfriend, Clint. He was a sweet, accident-prone young man, whose jokes often fell flat, but he was earnest in his adoration of you. It was with some trepidation that you invited him to your room, but although you heard a sad hiss from Bucky when you and Clint started to kiss, there were no ominous smoky tentacles in your peripheral vision and no angry grumbles. Still, you decided not to go ‘all the way’ at your house.

Eighteen came, and with it a new chapter of your life - college. You’d scored a combination of grants and scholarships to enable you to study English Literature. A big step forward, for sure, but also a big change. You told Bucky all about it. He was uncharacteristically silent about it all, as if contemplating what it would mean.

It was only as you were unpacking in your small dorm room, laying your favourite blanket over your bed that realisation struck.

Bucky was at home, under your childhood bed.

The thought made you freeze where you were, a feeling of grief and loneliness filling your chest as you considered going through this period of your life without your closest confidant.

However, Bucky surprised you again. As you settled into bed that night, your eyes drifting shut after an exhausting day, you heard it. A rumbling purr. Your eyes shot open, and there, in the edge of your vision were those familiar flickers and a smile of joy appeared on your face.

“How did you get here, Bucky? Did you sneak in with my belongings? Or can you just pop up under any bed you choose?”

He didn’t respond with words – not that you expected any – but he did let out a sound akin to a chuckle, making you giggle in return. Once again you wished you could see him and make this friendship feel more real, at least to you. You hoped you felt real to him. You voiced your thoughts to him, but once again his response was vague, but with an undercurrent of sadness.

His presence buoyed you, and you threw yourself into college life. You worked hard, and you played… tentatively. Yes, you went to parties, and you went on dates, but your past still reminded you that men were to be distrusted more often than not. You often joked with Bucky that it would be easier if you were attracted to women. He chuckled back.

When you did have dates you always made sure to bring them to your dorm at least once, for what you had termed the ‘Bucky’ test. It was as though your tame bogeyman could intuit the intentions of men. If he hissed and writhed, you knew the guy was no good. If Bucky merely sulked like some kind of ousted puppy then you knew the guy was decent. But for all the decent ones you met, none of them seemed to tick all your boxes. You didn’t worry though - you were young and still had plenty of time to find ‘the one’.

You graduated with honours, causing your mom to shed a tear at your graduation ceremony, and you didn’t even need to discuss with her that you weren’t going to move back home. You’d managed to leave your little Podunk town behind, something she’d never been able to do, and she was happy for you.

When a well known publishing company offered you an internship you grabbed the opportunity with both hands. It was nothing glamorous – mainly taking notes, collecting coffee and getting up close and personal with the copy machine, but it was better than nothing.

However, one thing you weren’t looking forward to was the commute from your dingy apartment, especially in the winter months. You should have known that Bucky would find a way to reassure you.

It was like a strange prickle down your spine when you first felt it, as though you were being watched. You whipped your head around in all directions, trying to work out where the sensation was coming from, but then you saw him, or rather, as much as you’d ever seen of him. The mix of smoke and shadows, just out of your eye line, made you immediately relax. It was amazing that your protector had found a way to watch over you, even outside of the confines of your bedroom. You weren’t sure how he did it, but you knew it was his presence that kept others away.

You were so used to him by now, used to his friendly noises and movements, that you’d almost forgotten how dangerous he could be to those who threatened you. The memories of what had happened to Darryl had dimmed over the intervening decade, and sometimes you wondered if you’d imagined the whole thing.

You were out with friends from work for a drink, celebrating your birthday, when it happened. A group of you had set off straight from the office on Friday late afternoon when you all collectively agreed you were done for the day. Semicolons and em dashes could take a hike!

You all congregated at your local watering hole - a bougie little bar close to the office. You’d changed your skirt in the office washroom before heading out, and slicked on a bit more makeup, for that party feel. The atmosphere was buzzing, and after a glass and half of white wine, so were you. You and some of the other girls were dancing next to the old-style jukebox, while the guys perched on the high stools around the table you’d all claimed, sipping on beer bottles and shooting the shit.

“John likes you, you know.”

You whipped you heard around as Katie whisper-shouted in your ear to be heard over the music.

“What?”

“Walker. He likes you. If his obvious staring every time you walked past his desk wasn’t enough of a give away, he told Lemar, who let it slip to Kendra, who told me.”

You felt the heat rising in your cheeks and you turned your head to peek at John from under your lashes. The guy was tall, blonde and confident, one of the senior editors at the company. Lots of the girls fantasised about going home with him, wondering if he was as ‘apple pie’ as he looked, or whether he had some hidden ‘spiciness’. You never thought he’d look at you though. He could have his pick of any person he wanted.

“Me?” Your voice was a squeak and Katie giggled.

“Yes, you, you silly goose. I don’t know why you find it hard to believe? Have you seen you? You’re so cute and sweet, and that smile of yours, honey.”

You batted at her playfully, feeling embarrassed by her friendly observations.

“Shush, you.”

She laughed, and kept dancing.

Another wine glass appeared, and then a fourth. For some people it would be nothing, but you weren’t used to drinking, and you hadn’t eaten, so by the time that Katie and the others were saying their good-byes, you were very drunk.

Grabbing your bag and coat, you teetered towards the exit, but despite your concentration, your heel still skidded on something and your foot flew out from under you. However, before you hit the floor, a strong pair of hands grasped onto your upper arms from behind, and you were pulled against a firm chest.

Dazed, and with slightly unfocused eyes, you looked up over your shoulder into the smiling, sea blue eyes of John Walker.

“Hey, watch your step, sweetheart, you coulda got hurt there.”

You should’ve said something classy and sophisticated, but your alcohol-addled brain didn’t want to cooperate. You blinked owlishly before your lips started working on their own.

“I almost fell. You saved me.”

To his credit, only a small chuckle made its way past his lips.

“Come on, let’s get you home.”

John linked his arm into yours and led you out of the bar. The cold air hitting your face made you dizzy and you gripped his arm with your free hand, praying for the world to stop spinning. Before you knew it he was steering you into a cab. When he prompted you, you gave the driver your address and then sank back into the seats, eyes closed. You could feel John’s hand gently holding yours, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles and you tamped down a giggle. You were also trying to ignore the annoying buzzing that you could hear. Or was it a hiss?

When the cab arrived at your apartment block, you threw John a dopey smile as he helped you out.

“Where are your keys, sweetheart? I think you need to go to bed.”

You hiccuped and rifled around in your bag, swaying on your feet as you pulled out the bunch with a shout of triumph. John plucked them from your fingers and opened the door, ushering you through. Kicking off your shoes haphazardly, you made your way to the couch, and flopped down into a lazy slouch.

John chuckled again. Closing your front door, he came and sat next to you. As he took hold of your hand, enclosing it in both of his, you looked at him through one eye.

“Thank you for getting me home. I think I’m a bit drunk….” WIth your free hand you brought your thumb and forefinger together, leaving a small gap between them, to make your point and you giggled at your own hilarity.

“You’re cute.” He leaned forward, almost covering your body and dropped a kiss to your lips, taking you by surprise.

“Oh! Umm… that was unexpected.”

A strange smile appeared on John’s face.

“I don’t know why, sweet-thing. I know you like me and I like you.”

He kissed you again, but this time with more enthusiasm. Your arms were trapped against your chest between your two bodies, your head was swimming and your blood was pounding in your ears.

No, that wasn’t right.

It wasn’t a pounding noise, but more like an angry rumble crossed with hissing.

Hissing.

Bucky.

John!

John who was kissing you, despite the fact that you were drunk and hadn’t been flirting with him or anything.

You pushed against him with your hands, but it was totally ineffectual, so you tore your mouth away from his.

“John, stop. Please.”

He cocked his head to the side.

“Hey, don’t be like that. I thought we liked each other, and haven’t I been nice to you this evening?

His hands gripped your upper arms, cruelly, as he ducked back down again, his lips sucking at your neck, his teeth scraping your flesh, and in your ears the hissing grew louder.

“I’ll treat you right, sweetheart.”

You wiggled your body, trying to get free, eyes going wide at the feeling of John’s erection pressing into your stomach through his jeans.

“No. No! I don’t want this. You need to go.”

You managed to turn your head and bit down on the top of his ear, making him shout out and jump back to his feet, clutching his hand up to the side of his head.

“You fucking bitch!”

His face turned red and he took a step back towards you, anger and aggression easy to see in his expression as he loomed over your semi-prone form.. However, as he reached for you again, oily dark tentacles shot out from under your couch, coiling around him and lifting him into the air.

For a few moments you only felt relief, as once again Bucky came to save you when you needed him most, but the relief quickly faded when you remembered what your dearest monster was capable of.

You tried to stand, but your legs were too wobbly and you sank to the floor instead, some of Bucky’s shadow limbs ghosting over your legs. You tried to grab hold of them, but your fingers went right through.

“Bucky! Stop! Let him go!”

You had to shout to hear yourself over John’s screaming, but loudest of all was Bucky’s growl of disagreement. You had to try again.

“Please! He’s not like Darryl. People will notice if he disappears.”

You moved onto your hands and knees, crawling closer to where John was dangling and writhing in pain. Bucky’s limbs were more solid-looking here and you reached out tentatively and stroked down one. It rippled, reacting to your touch.

“Please.” This time you whispered your plea, and you touched him again, almost distracted from your goal by the sudden realisation that you were finally getting to touch your constant companion. There was a change to his growl, as if it were coming closer to you. Confused, you looked around and saw more of him sliding out from under the couch until it seemed that he’d completely left his cover. The mass of inky smoke started to coalesce in front of you, and as you watched in awe as it took on a different shape from the one you’d always known, one that appeared to get more and more human shaped by the second. Well, human shaped with some tentacles coming out of it’s back like some kind of Lovecraftian monster.

Bucky’s back was to you. All you could really make out was that he had black hair that brushed his broad shoulders. He walked forward, a little ungainly as though trying to work out how to balance on two legs. John was still struggling up in the air, held tight by the tentacles Bucky held out in front of himself, and was moving backwards as Bucky moved forwards, moving your would-be assailant across the room and away from you.

As if he wasn’t used to having hands - and you supposed he wasn’t - another tentacle shot out of Bucky’s back and wrapped around the handle for your front door. The others shook the almost hysterical man.

“Thhhat wasssssn’t nicccccccce.”

It was strange to hear him speak as you did, although it was clear it was something new for him, given the hissing sounds making up his speech. However, before you could really contemplate it, he was opening your door and hurling John out into the hallway. You tried to push yourself up to see if he was okay, but you were held back by Bucky’s otherworldly limbs.

You heard John scramble up and run towards the stairs whimpering and you let out a sigh of relief. You then turned your head and looked up into Bucky's terrifyingly beautiful face with eyes like ice chips and he pulled you closer. You were about to ask him the first of a million questions when he brought up a tentacle to cover your lips.

“Ssssssleep, liiiiittle one. Ssssssleep.”

And you did.

You awoke with a start, sitting up on your bed with your hand over your wildly beating heart. You were still in your going out clothes, but your head was pounding and your memories blurry. You didn’t recall staggering to your bed, but the clock said that a few hours had passed since you left the bar, and…

The memories hit at once. Whipping your head around you looked across your room to the easy chair, and there he sat.

Bucky.

A human looking Bucky. The tentacles were gone now. He looked almost normal.

For a moment there was silence hanging between you both, and you took him all in. Those bright eyes, ringed with black, like he was trying to camouflage himself, the dark hair flying loose around his shoulders, and his black clothes that made him look like some kind of Special Ops person straight out of your favourite TV show. His expression was unreadable.

“Bucky?” You held out your hand toward him, still not quite believing your eyes.

He moved towards you, as swift and silent as the shadows he normally took the form of.

“Yesssss, liiittle one. I am here.” The mattress dipped under his weight as he perched next to you. His two, larger hands enclosed the one you’d offered him. “I protect you?”

He tilted his head to the side, as if seeking your approval, and with your free hand you cupped his cheek. Your heart swelled when he pressed his face into your palm.

“Yes, you protected me. Like you always have. Thank you.”

You leant forward and pressed your forehead against his, smiling to yourself as you heard him begin to purr, that familiar noise that had always made you feel safe.

“How are you here?” Your hand inched up to tangle in his hair, needing to feel more of him, the rough and the smooth. “How are you like this?”

“Becaussse you wissshed it. And I wisssshed it. My liiittle one. Alwaysss my liiittle one.”

And you knew it then, deep within yourself, that everything that had happened in your life from the moment you were first aware of his existence, had been leading you both to this point.

“It’s always been you, hasn’t it? Who I’ve been waiting for?” Both of you shifted slightly, your noses brushing against each other, your breath mingling.

“Been waiting. Human livesss are confusssing.” He moved one of his hands to rest on your waist, drawing your bodies that much closer together.

“Neither of us has to wait any longer. My Bucky. My protector.” You sighed into his mouth as your lips came together for the first time.

It was soft to start, both of you gauging the other, a small part of you wondering what you were doing and also wondering how old Bucky actually was. Did it matter though? There was something between the two of you, always had been. A meeting of souls.

Desire flared quickly, and you surprised yourself by taking the initiative, practically crawling across the last remaining space between you to straddle his lap. You had his hair in both fists now, kissing him like you needed him to breathe, grinding down on his lap as the heat in your core threatened to overwhelm you.

Bucky moaned into your mouth, nipping at your lips, and then tangling his tongue with yours. His hands were everywhere, sliding up your top, up your skirt, caressing your face. That’s when you realised. It wasn’t just his hands - those were on your face. You were being touched everywhere else by his tentacles, the parts of him with which you were most familiar.

You looked down to find he was now naked, his human skin pale and juxtaposed to the darkness of his other limbs that were sprouting from his back and surrounding you. You reached down and pulled your top off over your head and you felt Bucky’s entire body rumble from the growl he let out. A thrill ran through you at the vocal sign of his need. Although you hadn’t been able to get a proper look at him, blocked by your own body, you could feel his human arousal pressing into your core through your panties.

“Help me get naked, Bucky. I don’t want anything between us.”

His response was to kiss you passionately again and you were heedless of the ruination of your clothes as he ripped them from you. Your hands roamed his upper body, and while part of you wanted to take you time, and learn everything about him, your desperation was winning. You just needed him. Now!

When his tentacles brushed across your breasts, you tore your lips from his to throw your head back in ecstasy. His human hands held onto the swell of your ass, helping you grind down on his length, covering him in your arousal. This time when you peeked down you could see the tip of his cock poking out from between the folds of your pussy and you couldn’t wait any longer.

“Now, Bucky. Please. I need you. I need you to fuck me!”

“Yessss!”

He grinned at you, almost playful, almost innocent, but then he was tipping you onto your back and caging you to the mattress with his body, tentacles arcing out of him and cutting most of the light. His eyes narrowed, predatorily, before two of his limbs gently snaked down to clasp your wrists, drawing your arms above your head. You didn’t resist - you wanted it, wanted him to claim you, finally.

His hands and tentacles moved your legs up, bending them at the knees so you were open and bared before him. You could see his cock, heavy and thick between his legs, waiting to be engulfed by your warm heat and you shifted your hips in need.

“Please! Don’t make me beg. Please, don’t make me….” Your whispered words were cut off by a scream of pleasure as he thrust into you. He was so big, and you felt so full. It was heaven.

Then, before you could even plead with him further he started to move with long gentle strokes, slowly making way for more and more of him, until his hips were flush with your thighs and your restrained hands were scrabbling at the pillow under your head as you just felt everything.

“My perrrfffect liiiiittle one.”

His cock seemed to be moulded to perfectly fit you, the bulbous head of it rubbing that sweet spot just right. One of his shadowy appendages slipped between you, rubbing across your engorged clit and pleasure jolted through you.

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! Bucky! I’m gonna cum!”

Your eyes rolled back in your head as your body convulsed under his erotic onslaught. Every nerve ending felt over sensitive as Bucky used the non-human parts of his body to touch you everywhere he could. Tentacles slid through your slick folds either side of his cock as he continued to fuck you, harder and harder. Others stroked your face, your breasts, your legs and you’d never felt so alive. It felt as though you’d barely come down from your high before you felt another approaching.

Bucky held himself over you, on his arms, his hair falling around his face like a shroud. He continued to kiss and nibble at your mouth and jaw and neck. He seemed almost incapable of human speech now, just letting out pleasured hisses and purrs as he sank over and over into your wet heat. Your walls clutched at him, like they never wanted to let him go.

“Bucky. Gonna cum again. Want you to cum with me. I want to feel you.”

He nodded against your neck, before sucking on the delicate flesh, marking it. He tilted your hips, somehow plunging deeper into your pussy, and continued to caress you everywhere he could.

You wiggled your hands, desperate now to touch him, and as if he could read your mind, your shadowy bonds receded, allowing your arms to move to his shoulder, your fingers curling so that your nails could dig at his back.

Bucky lifted his head then, his startling blue eyes boring into yours before he smashed his lips against yours one more time, his hips stuttering. You swallowed his screech of ecstasy before responding in kind with your own as you felt him pulse inside you, flooding you with the warmth of his cum. You spasmed around him, the sensation sending you into a state of euphoria, as wave after wave crashed over you.

When you returned to the world, you were laying on your side, your head on Bucky’s chest as he purred and stroked up and down your spine. You lifted your head and smiled at him, heart soaring as he smiled back.

“I still can’t believe this is real. How am I not dreaming?”

“I knew that I would beeee able to beeecome human for you at the riiight tiiime. I wassss told it would happen.”

You cocked your head at him.

“Someone told you it could happen? Who? That means it has happened before?”

He dropped a kiss on your forehead with an enigmatic smile, before looking out of the window. The sun was rising on a new day, and where it was shining in through the crack in your curtains, a shaft of light fell across the bed. Right over Bucky’s leg, which appeared to have partially disappeared.

You furrowed your brow in confusion and slight panic.

“What’s happening? Where is your leg?”

“Don’t worry. I will be back with the ssshhadowsss, liiiittle one.”

You looked on in horror as more and more of him seemed to dissolve as the light spread and increased.

“Bucky!”

No, this couldn’t be happening, he couldn’t be leaving you now!

“Alwaysss in the ssshhadowsss. Alwaysss protecting you.”

Your hands were passing straight through his body, only his head and a few wispy tentacles remained.

“Like your father protectsss your mother. He told meee.”

You froze, unsure what to say. Your father? The shadowy man in the old photos?

Realisation hit you and your eyes went wide, seeking Bucky’s only to realise they were the last part of him remaining, before they too disappeared.

You sat in stunned silence, naked on your dishevelled bed and tried to make sense of the - not one, but two - life-altering things that had happened. Not only had your non-corporeal companion become flesh and blood, albeit temporarily, he’d also implied that your father was the same type of being.

All you could do was await the coming of the shadows and his return.

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Time wasn't in our favor - Part 3

Pairing: TASM Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) x Female!Reader

Summary: What if...your soulmate is from another universe but you didn't know? Soulmate AU. Set during NWH, fluff.

Note: So...ended up making part 3 before the two endings. Also, I apologize for the long wait. I went from "University makes me want to die" to writers block, so that was not great.

Word count: 1.5k

Series Masterlist: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Happy Ending, Sad Ending.

"Any closer to finding out who that is?" MJ asked, gesturing to the photo booth pictures in front of Y/N as she slid Y/N her favorite doughnut.

It has been a week after the incident - the day that Y/N found herself crying near the Statue of Liberty out in the middle of nowhere; the day that she, Ned and MJ sported several injuries for no apparent reason; the day that her life felt oddly empty, as if it was missing something essential; the day that her tattoo turned red, yet she had no recollection of how or when it did.

"No...and I don't know who I kissed either. Was I that drunk? Did we sneak into some college party and drink to the point we blacked out?" Y/N theoreticized. Ned, who sat next to her, patted her back in empathy, "It's okay...you'll figure it out." Y/N stared down at her photo again, ignoring the sound of the store's doorbell ringing.

"Hi, anything I can get for you?" MJ asked the customer while Y/N racked her brain for possible explanations. It was clear that she was intimate with this stranger. She scowled at herself, flipping the photo around.

I don't even know anybody with the initial "P.P.", mayb-

"Hi, I'm Peter Parker and-" Y/N snapped her head at the boy, but her excitement died as soon as it came.

He was not the boy in her photo.

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"Okay so...crying....down there," she muttered to herself, as if it would help. It was crazy that she was standing up here, but something about it felt compelling enough. Currently, Y/N was standing on the scaffolding next to the Statue of Liberty, peering down at the spot she was previously crying at. Y/N scrunched her eyes as she leaned a little outwards to look at the shield. Upon seeing what looked like blood, her foot instinctively took a step forward to get a better look, though her hand clinging onto a pipe to ensure she was being somewhat safe.

Against her calculation, the already leaning section of the scaffolding let out a loud sound before rapidly crumbling down. As she tipped along with the construction falling outwards, her hands automatically wrapped around the pipe they were already clinging to. A scream left her lips as she could feel gravity pulling her downwards.

The scaffolding stopped.

It didn’t completely fall apart. Instead, it was hanging her outwards with a chance of falling to her death. The adrenaline pumped as she could feel her heartbeat tripling its speed. It was foolish, but Y/N looked down and shut her eyes immediately after. She knew it was high up, but seeing no ground touching her feet made her panic even more. Upon opening her eyes, Y/N’s mind tugged at an idea as she spotted the level below her that looked somewhat stable enough.

It was risky, but at that point, what other choice does she have? With all her might, Y/N swung herself forward and landed in the level below. Her body fully collided with the metal ground, hitting the air out of her. The impact definitely left a bruise.

It was moments of silence, before Y/N felt tears emerging and free falling down her cheeks. It had only sunken in now how it felt almost too familiar hanging like that. Y/N slowly sat up as she registered what just happened. Using her hand and wrist, she wiped away the tears and covered her eyes, ignoring the sting on her soul mark as soon as it made contact with her tears. She sniffed before removing her hand from her eyes. However, the girl was caught off-guard upon seeing yellow sparks on her hands and wrist. They illuminated, shining brighter and brighter. Slowly, they multiplied before rising from her hand and floating around her. Y/N stood up in shock, unable to utter a word as she glanced at the floating sparks around her.

Before she knew it, they all evaporated.

“After you save my New York City.”

Y/N gasped as she turned around to the source of the voice, only to see sparks shaping like a human being - the shape of her. Opposite to it was a spark version of the guy from her photo. He was hung upside down, wearing a spiderman suit which made Y/N mouth fall slightly open. Both of them evaporated again.

Then her world was sent into a whirl.

Y/N turned around as she heard another voice. This time she saw the two in a lab sitting next to each other. Her ears started buzzing as noises of mutters from different conversations took over. Meanwhile, the sparks multiplied again, jumping everywhere and displaying different moments between her and the stranger.

“I think you need it more than me,” she spun around again, seeing herself holding a dandelion while the guy peered down at her. Y/N stumbled slightly as she tried to take a look at every little scene, feeling overwhelmed as more conversations popped up. Then she heard a scream, which made her look in that direction.

“No!” she shouted, hands reaching outwards as she saw the spark version of herself fall from the scaffolding. Y/N ran forward and towards the fence, peering down at a reflection of herself. What surprised her was a figure that dove from above her, his sparkled form shooting straight forward at her falling spark-figure.

Both her hands covered her mouth as Y/N watched the scene unfold. As soon as the figures’ fingers touched, a breath of relief left her mouth before the memories came colliding inside her brain, knocking her backward and onto her knees as the sparkles all gathered around her.

It felt like a hurricane as the memories flooded back - the moment she met him, the moments they spent together, including the moment he left her. She remembered it all. She remembered crying as she clung onto the sparks that slowly evaporated as he returned to his universe.

However, she never noticed until now how some of the sparks clung to her and stayed behind. It sunk into her while she cried and mourned for a love she never had the chance to explore, before her memories of him were pulled.

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“Doctor Strange. Please.”

“You were never meant to remember in the first place.”

“Do you know how it feels to be away from your soulmate? Knowing you may potentially never see them again? It hurts, Doctor Strange. Please,” he somehow halted at this, causing Y/N to abruptly stop behind him as well. She watched as he turned around to look at her. She could see the battle that was going on in his mind as he contemplated her wish.

“Fine. One visit.”

“Thank you,” she breathed out in relief.

A couple of grumbles escaped from the man. Even though she couldn't hear, Y/N knew they were complaints about her. Doctor Strange settled his coffee mug onto a table before turning back to the girl. With ease, the man opened up a portal. The sight was similar to the alleyway she saw Peter Parker enter from, but it was daylight instead.

“Thank you so much, Dr Strange,” the girl repeated once again as she walked out of the portal that the man had just conjured up for her.

“Avoid yourself in this universe and don’t cause any trouble, alright?” Dr Strange lectured sternly, knowing that his actions were wrong and could potentially cause a multiverse problem. But he empathized with the girl. A part of him did it because he knew how it felt to not be with your soulmate. Despite the unbothered exterior he had set up, his heart ached every morning as he put on the watch that his soulmate had gifted him while they were still together. His eyes glanced down at his soul mark, which was covered by the pre-mentioned watch, except it was cracked. Then he looked back at the girl again.

“Come back in two hours, yeah?” though his voice made the question come out as more of a command than anything. But the girl knew it was all with good intentions, so she nodded and watched as the man closed the magic portal.

The girl ran through the portal without any hesitation, jumping slightly when she saw it closed straight away. Cautiously exiting the alley, the girl gulped as she realized how reckless she was being - entering another universe with no plan beforehand. How was she going to find Peter?

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Series Masterlist: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Happy Ending, Sad Ending.

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El Destino- Chapter Two

Miguel O’Hara x Spider-woman Reader fanfic

Ch. 1

Chapter two is finally here! I’m sorry it came out later than I promised. We’ve all suffered from writer’s block at times. Ideas for one-shots kept flooding my mind it was hard to focus. But I’m so happy it’s finished!

Apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Enjoy!💕

Wc: 2k

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“Welcome to Spider Society, Y/n.” The woman named Jess extended her hand out, helping you up.

“Um, thank you.”

“Hey, Jess! Who’s the new recruit?” Said a man walking over in a robe and slippers.

“Her name’s Y/n. But I’m not sure who brought her here.” Jess’s eyes narrowed, wary of your mysterious appearance.

“I-I met a man named Miguel; he opened the weird orange thing.” The man in the robe laughed as Jess continued to eye you suspiciously.

“Did he bring you here?” Asked Jess.

“Well, no, I walked in after him. He told me that I was a spider-woman? The past 24 hours have been really weird. I’m sorry if I did something wrong.”

“Were you bitten by a spider?” Asked the man.

“Yes. Last-” You paused your words when a familiar spider walked towards you.

“What is going on here? Why are you here?” Miguel’s eyes narrowed under his mask.

“You came out of nowhere. Told me I was superhuman and not the only one, as there are multiple universes. And then you just leave!”

“It’s too soon for you to be here. You don’t even know how to shoot your web.” Miguel argued. You walk towards him, glaring daggers at him. “Are you always like this?” The lenses in Miguel’s mask narrow, crossing his arms. Most people would run away if they ever picked a fight with him. But you were not having any of his bullshit.

“Like what?” His words dripped with anger.

“An asshole who does whatever he pleases, and no one will challenge him because they’re afraid of you.” Silence echoed throughout the halls as Spiders who were nearby stopped in fear of what Miguel would do to this newbie. Minutes pass by, and nothing is still said.

He suddenly moved, pressing buttons on his watch before a new orange portal emerged. You didn’t realize it the first time, but the portal was almost hypnotic if you stared at it for too long. It would blow anyone’s mind away; it was the bridge between worlds.

Miguel stood in front of the portal before reaching his hand out toward you. Before going, you give one last look at the world around you. A world filled with people who went through the same thing as you. There’s almost a sense of mental connection. Like you know who they are. It was a sense. Spider sense? You shook your head and smiled at the silly thought. A sigh left you as you hoped you could see this place again one day. Taking his hand, he leads you into the portal. Your stomach flipped as, in seconds, you were back in the alleyway. The only difference was it had gotten a lot darker. You check your phone to show that it is 10pm. You groan in frustration at how much time was wasted, and groceries lost as you see them scattered about and shredded by the rats.

Realizing you still held his hand, you remove it immediately from his. As you walk away, exhaustion creeps its way up your body. After turning the corner, you freeze and turn to look up at the man now on the side of a building. “If you’re going to follow me until I get home, it would be less creepy if you just walked next to me.”

Miguel jumped from the building, landing right next to you. Your gaze glanced towards him as he raised to his full height. Cheeks dusted pink as your gaze moves elsewhere.

A huff comes from you as the silence begins to bug you. “So what’s next for becoming Spiderwoman?”

“Work on controlling your powers.”

“Any tips to do that?” You look back at him. He was such a serious man. From what you could tell, he showed no emotion. Well, except for anger.

“You have to figure it out yourself.” You stop, which Miguel does a few feet ahead of you. He turned back, his eyes lenses shifting, confused by your sudden stop.

“Seriously?” You say.

“What?”

Your mouth agape, not believing his confusion.

“You can’t give me any advice?”

“No, every spider has to figure it out on their own. You have to as well. It’s the order in all things.” You begin to walk, now ahead of him.

“Ugh! I can’t stand you anymore.” You go through the front door to your apartment complex, and he still follows right next to you. You arrive at your door and bring out your keys. As you try to find the right one, you find them stuck to your hand. You groan in frustration as you try to shake them off your hand.

“Relax.” Miguel softly spoke.

“What?” The frustration is apparent on your face; he stands before you and gently takes your hand.

“Just relax your body. Think of something that will calm your mind.” Your gaze looks down toward your hand. You didn’t realize before how it engulfed your hand. You felt so small compared to him. His soft touch calmed you down as he lifted the keys from your hand.

“Is it this one?” He gestures towards a silver key. You only can nod as he helps unlock your door.

“You’re not ready yet. You need time to adjust to your new abilities. When that comes, you can join Spider Society.”

“I understand. But you flooded me with so much information. How can I go back to living my normal life? I know it won’t be completely normal.” You look up at him. If only you could see the face behind that mask. To really see what he is thinking.

“Though my visit to your world was unexpected, I should have kept my distance until the time was right.”

“Why didn’t you?” Your brows furrowed from his hesitation.

“I’m not sure myself.”

Your hands reach up, hoping to remove his mask, but he grabs your wrist mid-air.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“I want to see your face. It feels weird to talk to someone behind a mask. And it’s the least you can do for all the trouble you’ve caused me.” A small smile graced your lips after hearing him let out a deep chuckle. He lets go of your wrist as his mask suddenly disappears.

Dark brown eyes meet (e/c) as you trace over his face. His black hair smoothed back as a strand, or two rested on his forehead. You gaze down at his soft lips, quickly looking away from them to not raise suspicion. Seeing him now. You didn’t expect this. Not one bit.

You mentally shake your head from the nonsense thinking as you move to open your door. Turning around again, you gaze into his eyes. He still looked so serious under the mask. But his eyes. They held so much hidden emotion trapped behind a wall.

“Thank you for taking me home.”

“You’re welcome.” Silence falls as you begin to speak.

“I guess this is goodbye then.” You say.

“Yes. Maybe in time, our paths will cross again.”

“Maybe.” You give one last smile before slowly closing the door. You slide down against the door, your head resting against your knees. The pounding of your heartbeat echoed in your ears, your cheeks ablaze.

Why are you acting like this? You were acting like a helpless schoolgirl.

After a few moments, you get up and get ready for bed. Hitting the covers, your eyelids become heavy. All of today’s events finally catching up to you.

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Morning sunlight wakes you from your sleep. Sitting up in bed, memories of yesterday come flooding your mind. It almost felt like a dream, but your new physical attributes reminded you it was real.

A piece of paper catches your eye as you quickly move out of bed towards your window. Opening it, you grab the paper.

I’m assuming your world has a Central Park. Meet me at Belvedere Castle in Sundown.

-Miguel

He must have come back when you were asleep. You decided since you were up, you would get ready for work.

Brushing your teeth, you faced the same situation as last night with your keys. But you remember what Miguel said. The brush suddenly dropped to the counter after you relaxed. You jump up and down with a little cheer, happy to have taken a step in controlling your abilities.

You head out the door, deciding to treat yourself to a coffee and sweet pastry on the way to work.

Arriving at work, you head towards the meeting room to hear the new stories and who should cover them.

“Another robbery? Anything else? We'll lose our audience if we keep doing just plain bank theft.” Said your editor-in-chief. As you take a seat, his gaze turns to you.

“Anything new to report, Y/n? Any good stories about where your brother works?” You sigh internally. Your boss always asked if you knew what was happening behind the curtain at Alchemex. Of course, you knew some small things. But you wouldn’t betray your brother like that, even if he can be annoying most of the time.

“Nothing new, sir. And though I am close with my brother, I don’t know much about what he works on.” You lied. You knew crazy experiments went on in there. One is an obvious spider that can give you powers.

“I see. Well, finish your final edits to that story on the mayor. Your soon-to-be sister-in-law is becoming a captain, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“See if she would be interested in a profile piece.”

“I’ll call her and ask.” The meeting continued for another hour and a half before you could go to your office.

You finished your edits with ease, as there weren’t too many left from your boss. You emailed him the final draft before calling Michelle.

“Hey girl, what up?” From the background noise, it looked like she was in her car.

“Hey! Did I catch you at a good time?”

“Yeah! Today’s been slow, which sucks. How’ve you been?”

“Same things. Just writing.” You hesitate before speaking. The urge to tell her what happened was knowing at the back of my head. But it wasn’t the right time. “Speaking of writing, my boss got word of your promotion to captain. He asked me if you would be interested in a profile piece?”

“I would be honored! A profile piece from one of the top writers at the Nueva York Times!”

“Awesome! How about you come early for dinner on Friday?”

“Sounds perfect! Oh, I forgot to ask last time. How did the date with Adam go?”

“It was nice. He asked to go out again on Saturday.”

“Omg! That’s amazing! Where is he taking you?!” Her voice went higher; excitement was evident in her tone. You rolled your eyes and smiled. She cared so much about your love life. With how much you spent working, you were grateful that she cared this much.

“Another dinner.”

“Maybe something more after?” You could hear her grin on the phone.

“Depends on how well it goes.” You hear someone talking to her on the other end.

“Well, I have to go. Something came up on the radio. But I’ll see you Friday, if not sooner!” The two of you say goodbye before hanging up.

You haven’t thought about Adam in a while. He was a sweet guy. Cute too. But you didn’t feel a connection with him. Not yet, at least. You’ve only been on two dates.

The day went by fast, as it was already two hours before sundown.

Arriving at your apartment, you shower and get ready in simple clothing. By the time you get on the subway and walk to Belvedere Castle, it is sundown. You sit on a bench waiting for Miguel. A moment later, you see a casual man walking towards you. Getting a closer look, you realize it was him.

You stand up and walk towards him, now only standing a foot away. Turning your head up, you smile as you look at him.

“I didn’t expect our paths to meet so soon?” A chuckle leaves your lips.

“I guess I had a change of heart.” A chuckle followed. You never thought such a serious man could smile.

“So what brings this little rendezvous?”

Miguel’s gaze leaves yours as a sigh leaves his lips before looking back at you.

“I’m going to teach you how to become spiderwoman.”

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Hope you enjoyed the chapter💕

#miguel o'hara #spider man 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel x reader #jessica drew #peter b parker #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #fanfic #miguel o’hara fic #romance

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palioom · 2 months

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. This “Druckman is a genocidal Zionist so I need to put a lil blurb on my written porn so everyone knows this porn is FOR GAZA” stuff is so out of hand.

If you actually played the game, had an ounce of media literacy, and knew about the Israel/Palestine conflict as deeply as you THINK you know about it, you’d see that you are perpetuating the exact shit the game warms against. That the ISRAELI WRITER of the game warns against. Cycles of violence, from EITHER SIDE, lead to nothing but suffering. If you thought the game was this pro-Israel, fuck Palestinians, blood thirsty Zionist propaganda scheme-then you literally missed the entire point. In fact, if you think that I’d say we must have played 2 different games. It’s a pretty centrist idea, the whole “both govts are bad and have been doing bad things as revenge to each other and gets us nowhere” thing, but hey it’s better then if the game was actually like, made my a right-wing Israeli politician whose idea would be “let’s have Ellie just absolutely DESTROY Abby. And the fireflies. And anybody else. And then she can come back and expand Jackson all the way out to Seattle and everyone will be happy the end.” THAT would be fucked.

Something being made by an Israeli does not inherently make it zionistic or radical or immoral or bad. Especially when that thing is a piece of media that explores the suffering of both populations of a conflict and also of people in war in general.

Anyway, Joel is a Hebrew name that means The Lord is God and Miller is the 3rd most common Jewish surname in the states so Joel Miller is canonically a Jew™️ 🥳 Ellie is also a Hebrew name. Do with that info what you wish.

neil literally stands with israel, there hasn't been shit about the people in gaza. my dude, if you can look at what's happening and not feel the need to speak up, get the fuck out.

plus, i find it important to denounce neil and not give him any further attention or money for his creations because as i said, he stands with israel. i'm not telling people to do shit, but i wish people spread more awareness about what's happening, and i feel better to add masterlists and infos onto my fics, because they have been written already and might be my last joel ones.

also you equating this issue with jews, wanting to go on about how ellie and joel are jewish names when it's not even about that at all, shows me exactly what kind of person you are and how much you think you know.

it's not jews vs muslims, because that's what you're implying. no one even MENTIONED jews until you came in. guess what! there are jews and even christians in gaza that are getting killed just as the muslim population is! this is about a genocidal, occupying force pushing people into smaller and smaller "safe zones" just to bomb them when the world is busy watching the fucking superbowl.

i doubt you've seen the videos that i have seen, dead children, torn limbs, skeletal remains, cats eating the dead, or you wouldn't be coming into my mentions like this.

if you truly cared about what's happening, you wouldn't mind me saiyng i wish we raised more awareness, but as i said before, you showed me exactly what kind of a person you are and you, just as everyone else who thinks like you, can block me.

also no one says it's zionistic cause he's an israeli, don't put your thoughts into my mouth and pretend that's what i said. if he was supporting gaza and the end of the genocide, i wouldn't even be saying shit. but he isn't, so please look at what i actually said before you do all this.

#y'all are tripping fr #i will not be entertaining any further asks like this #don't even try #i said what i said #ask #anon

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randomlyexisting · 1 year

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He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

Aemond Targaryen x Jacaerys Velaryon

Band/singer Au

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Aemond is the guitarist / second voice of a band, that he works sweat, blood , and tears , with no single help from his father. Everything seems to go great but then life gives him an obstacle in the road to his success ,the lead singer and drummer, quits leaving them with a huge problem since they have gigs booked.

Aemond’s band mates go behind his back and offer the spot to the person he’s been pretending didn’t exist.

After dealing with a nasty breakup and finally winning the inner battle with his fear , Jace finds himself writing and his dream of an artist rise from the ashes.

Jace needs to prove to the record label he got what it takes to be a singer and not just a song writer, so he accepts the offer that might make his life a living hell for next months.

Jace and Aemond are forced to be in a band together to get what they want while trying to ignore each other. Aemond best friends wants to know what’s that thick tension between their friend and the newbie. Cregan just wants to play the drums without having to fear of said guitarist killing him in his sleep.

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Jace bare feet taps against Aemond’s naked back , meanwhile Aemond played his guitar, as he worked on a song. He’d sprung up from Jace arms out of nowhere, exclaiming he was struck with inspiration , he explained on seeing his alarmed face at the sudden outburst.

Jace watched silently, not wanting to interrupt. He knows how one can get in the zone—well he used to—blocking everything and everyone.

Before everything flipped upside down. The accident. The unsaid goodbyes. Jace can still feel his father light touch under his chin, if he closes his eyes.

Feeling his throat clog with emotions, Jace pushes all the bad memories away and focused on Aemond. Who is a pretty sight. Why ruin a good day.

The curtains were opened, making the sunlight peek through the windows giving Aemond a glow around the crown of his silver hair. Made him look like a Greek God.

Taking Jace breath away.

His hand came up to push his own hair away from his face and laid his arms out like a starfish. Aemond mumbling incoherently , distracted with his song.

Jace shoves Aemond forward with his foot, wanting his attention back to him. He gave him enough time to jot down everything. A chuckleeaves his mouth when Aemond body lurches forward with the push.

“Sorry.” Aemond turns , giving him his side profile ,humming a tune under his breath. His mind far away. Still distracted.

Aemond being bathed in the golden sunlight, a song rang in Jace head. His uncle is attractive. Even when they were children, Jace always thought Aemond was cute , grumpy, but still cute. He also thought Helaena was pretty, still is.Aegon didn’t fall behind either

It reminded him of the countless of edits that Baela and Rhaena sends him with the same song stitched to it.

An idea , like a lightbulb above his head appeared. Jace smiled, still feeling giddy even if Aemond wasn’t paying attention to him. He knows how to get the attention he wants.

Clearing his throat , drops his feet and leans his upper body, resting his weight on his elbows.

“Dear Lord , when I go to heaven, please let me bring my man,” Jace sings, grabbing Aemond attention. He continues to sing as Aemond rise from his spot to face him. “When he comes, tell me that you'll let him in

Father, tell me if you can”

Aemond beams , making Jace heart stutter. His brown eyes roam Aemond body, but his eyes flickered back to the necklace that had a guitar pick that rested on Aemond chest.

A guitar pick that had words engrave in High Valyrian . A gift Aemond promise to wear it always close to his heart.

Jace moves to sit up to his knees, making a dramatic show of pointing with his hand the next verse to an amused Aemond,

“All that grace, all that body

All that face makes me wanna party

He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds”.

Jace is happy with himself when Aemond blushes.

Aemond plants a sweet kiss to his lips making him whine when he pulls away.Aemond has this look that Jace already knows what he’s going to say.

“You sing beautiful.” It wasn’t Jace first time singing. He stopped after the incident. It had seem that the Gods gifted their family in singing. His mother, Daemon, and his grand sire. Luke sang like an angel . Joffrey was getting there. But Jace stopped. He’d grown a fear to sing but recently his love for music changed along with his feelings for his uncle. His views were changing. But not that fast.

He can sing with Aemond but he couldn’t sing to anyone else. Jace brushes off the compliment that will only lead to an argument.

“Jace.” Aemond sighs, already trying to bring up the topic. He’s not ready. He will never be ready.

“Sing me a song?” Jace demands , jutting his bottom lip. It was only fair to hear Aemond vocals.

Aemond lets it rest in peace, already use to it, he adjust the guitar , fingers hover over the strings ready to play . “What song?”

“I wanna be yours.” Jace falls back and returns to his position of a star fish. He love this bed, it smells like Aemond. Jace wants to steal a pillow. And keep it forever.

“The one Rhaenyra always humming too?” Aemond ask , his hands already positing in the right place.

“Yeah.” Jace nods, and chuckles when Aemond dramatically clears out his throat.

“I wanna be deep in you as the Pacific Ocean” Aemond sings the lyric wrong, with a smirk pulling the corner of his lip.Jace shoots him a unimpressed look, making Aemond laugh.

“I wanna be yoooooooours.” Aemond stretches the word longer than necessary making Jace break into a fit of giggles. Aemond following along.

“You only know that part” Jace shakes his head amused by his boyfriend humor.

“Yeah.” Aemond sheepishly admits, puts the guitar to its rightful place and walks back to the bed. Jace shrieks when Aemond jumps on bed, landing on top of him . Aemond huffs as he maneuver Jace legs over his hip, with no help of the pillow princess and support his weight on his arms to not to squish Jace with his weight.

Aemond worried that later Jace’s face will hurt with how hard and big he was smiling.

He, himself, felt the ache, his face muscle twitching with his own smile .

“Write a song about me so you won’t forget about me when your famous.” Jace whispers , tugging at the necklace that dangled across his face. He played absently with guitar pick .

“I’ll write you a millions of song .” I will never forget you. Aemond seals the promise with a long deep kiss that take their breath away.

“ I just died in your arms tonight,” Aemond begin to sing, his deep velvet voice vibrates through Jace chest, Aemond leaned down to give Jace another kiss .

His arm reaches to push Jace’s hair away and runs his calloused fingers to his brow, cheek, jaw and all the way to the red swollen lips.

Aemond place his finger on Jace puffy lips and snorts when Jace playfully bites his thumb. It felt ridiculous being this joyful just by simply being in each others presence. He felt like a kid given a bag full of candy.

“It must've been some kind of kiss” Jace wiggles his eyebrows before he pulls him down for one more kiss.

Aemond can feel Jace smile throughout the kiss.

He wants to cling to this moment. Where everything is perfect. Where nothing can come and ruin his happiness. Aemond desperately clings to it.

They will find a way to keep their relationship on the low. It’s hard when their always in the public eye, their whole family is, and people were constantly waiting for them to slip up and to broadcast it to the whole world.

If the media find out, it would force them to make a choice that it would leave them with the bitterness aftermath and a broken heart that they won’t be able to fix with missing pieces or with any melody. Aemond hopes, prays that it never happens.

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[Time Jump]

“Thought you’d never overcome your stage freight .” Aemond smiles but there’s nothing friendly about it. Neither his tone of voice, hint of mockery but Jace wasn’t here to fight. Even if it was easier than to have a simple conversation.

It use to be. It seemed ages ago when they could communicate with only their eyes and body. Now they’re strangers ready to attack in fear they’d find a weakness to use against each other.

“Neither did I. I had people help me.” Jace had to remind himself that he needed to play nice . So he claps his hand behind him to hide how hard his fingernails dig into his palms.

It’s not sharp enough, his nails bitten down short in moments of nervousness.

“Cregan?” Aemond scowls , pushes his weight off the wall he leant against to move closer. Have never wanted his help, not even when he offered it with his heart. What was so special about the guy?

“Couldn’t just live in fear for the rest of my life, right?.” Jace lifts his shoulder, schooling his face expression the most he can.

Jace didn’t bother clarifying his real relationship with Cregan ; they were simply friends, brothers.Aemond doesn’t need to know what goes on or not in his life. This was all business after all.

Aemond seem unfazed by the vague answer and didn’t press on that subject. Small part of Jace felt disappointed. It seem he could care less even if he’d been throwing daggers with his eye ever since he met the drummer. If looks could kill, Jace would’ve been in Cregans’s funeral. Guess Jace made that up his mind.

“I don’t let fear control me.”Aemond squared his shoulders, as if readying for a fight. Jace wanted to laugh in his face at the lie he’d tried to feed him.

“I know you don’t want me to join the band. I think everyone noticed with your so called interview.” Jace scoffs, he could still feel the warmth of embarrassment creeping up from yesterday that Aemond cruelly made him go through.

Jace eye flicker down to Aemond neck , the simple gold chain mocked him , the guitar picked gone. He probably threw to the trash.

“I’m glad then, it will make it easy for them to deliver the news to you and your drummer today.”Aemond sharp grins hurts but doesn’t hurt Jace as much as the words that he said.

“I’m not gonna let my future go down in flames just so you could feel good about yourself.” Aemond looms over Jace, using their height difference to his gain. His sharp jaw was clenched hard, radiating pain from his teeth to his temple.

Aemond wants Jace to cower, lower his head in fear but Jace tips his chin higher, not breaking eye contact with him. Anger swim in the brown orbs that used to swirl with false tenderness directed to him. A broken part of him, misses it, even if it was fake.

Can Jace say the same thing about his eye. Can he see how cold and cruel his blue eye is now. Not a trace of the young teenager that would do anything for him just for a small amount of affection in return.

“I’ll sing for your band for now and once you guys find a replacement and I sign my contract with the label , we won’t have to see each other again. “ Jace takes a step back, desperately wanting space between them, he lets his arms fall back to his sides. It feels like defeat.

Aemond halts in moving closer, there was no need for them to be close, even with their hearts empty their bodies pulled to each other like magnets.

“It’s only temporary.”

“Temporary, huh”Aemond scoffs in disgust. the damn word leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. “We both know how that works.” Jace hides his flinch at his uncle cruel reminder.

Jace breaks first and looks away. Wanting to hide how his eyes betray him and chin wobbles. Aemond keeps staring, now the side profile where the long brown curls grab his attention.

His hands move before he can think and reaches to tug on it gently. The movement make Jace turn to face him again making his finger touch Jace upper cheek.

In moments of weakness Aemond cups his face and lets his thumb trace the soft skin. He was still beautiful, still his beautiful Jace. Jace can’t help but lean to the touch that his heart engrave yet his skin regretfully forgotten how it felt.

“Band meeting!”

Jace and Aemond jump away from each other immediately. Jace is the first to leave. Aemond shoves his burning hand into the pocket of jacket where the damned pick burned a hole into his palm.

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Soooooo, I been listening to Lana del Rey a lot since HOTD , and this au just magically appeared. Hope it’s not that bad to read or too cringey, I typed as quick as I could to post this.

How hot would it be , Aemond playing the guitar , Jace and Aemond singing songs to throw indirects at each other , the sexual tension just building up with each show, Aemond writing songs about Jace and vise versa , 🤌🤌 , but I can’t write so I gave you this shitty piece lol.

There’s obviously a time jump in between the two parts I written. Idk why they broke up, but it tore their souls apart to end the relationship, but they still love each other lol.

I had to add Lana Del Rey and Arctic Monkeys somehow. So enjoy I guess🙃🤷‍♀️.

#jacemond #jacaerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #jaemond #jace x aemond #aemond x jace #modern au #band au #singer au #house of the dragon #hotd #aesthetic #jacaerys x aemond #aemond x jacaerys #au #Brooklyn Baby by Lana Del Rey #moodboard

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imagine-that-fanfics · 9 months

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Never let go of hope PT.4

Hey y’all so sorry this took so long to get done, I took a little Hiatus and then I had writers block and just life kept getting in the way but Part 4 is finally re written and done and I’ll hopefully get part 5 up by next week

also I’ve had issues with tryna get the coloured text, hopefully I can get it fixed later

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Centuries had come and gone, I had given up on finding answers as to why I was brought here and focused more on trying to get peter to change his mind about his plan and find a better way. We had also grown closer in those years, he finally opened up and told me everything, explained his past to me and how he came here, at first I was shocked, who could do something like that? to their own kid? a part of me however understood why, he also explained to me that a part of him felt regretful for what he did but it wasn’t enough to keep him from doing what he did. The thinking tree would be where you would find us, we always hung out in there whenever we wanted to be alone, we spoke to each other about everything things we remembered about our past lives, our thoughts on what was happening on Neverland at the time, whether it be about the Boys and what they were getting up to or the parts of Neverland that we noticed that had started to fade and decay as the years went by. There was one night Peter abruptly woke me up by barging into my tent, said he had had a nightmare and didn’t feel like being alone at that moment, we stayed up the rest of the night and quietly talked to one another. It made me happy knowing that he trusted me enough to come to me whenever he needed to talk. We would still get into arguments every now and then but it was never as vicious as the ones we used to get into. All of the boys had finally come around to the idea of me being here, even Felix although he mostly just tolerated me rather than befriending me like the other boys did.

No matter how hard I had tried to get Peter to come up with another plan to save Himself and Neverland nothing would change his mind, he would argue that there was no other way that he had tried looking for one years ago but couldn't find any other way and then it was too late, he came, the right boy, the boy that Peter would trick into giving him his heart. None of what was happening was sitting right with me I had to find a way to save this poor kid and the place I called home... and Peter. I couldn't just let him take the heart of this poor boy, I had to find another way, I believed that maybe somehow before everything turned south I could save everyone, I still had hope left in me. I made it my mission to keep the boy, (his name was Henry by the way) away from Peter as much as I could and reassure him hat someone would come to get him (not that I knew that for sure), I did my best to remind him that Peter was lying to him about everything but I forgot about Peters little weapon... Wendy... apparently after I had sent her on her way she had came straight back after Bae had been taken. I will admit the first time she arrived on the island I had to admit that I was a little jealous of her, not just about Peter getting close with her but also the boys, I didn't want to be abandoned or cast out by the only family I've ever had, of course that had all been dealt with and after she left I had forgotten all about her, I didn't even know that she had came back a second time, that was until Henry had suddenly disappeared for a while then came back wit a disconcerting look on his face. "where have you been?" he just stared blankly at me for a second the shook his head "nowhere" I could tell by the way he looked that he was lying all I could think was that Peter had gotten to him "Henry!? remember what I told you, whatever Peter has said its not true" I put my hand on his shoulder gently "I know for sure your family will come for you" he looked at me and smiled "I know” he paused for a second contemplating on what he was going to say next “can I ask you something?" I sat down next to him giving him a slight nod "sure what is it?" "why is it that you call him Peter but everyone else calls him Pan?" my eyes widened a little and I let out a small cough "uhm well uh because well he hates when people call him Peter and I call him it because I enjoy the rise I get out of him and well nobody else calls him it because they're all scared of him, even Felix doesn't have the guts to call him it" I laughed hoping he would believe the half lie, in fact I did start calling him Peter just to piss him off but now I just prefer it to Pan because the name Pan is tied to the horrid side of him and I knew that if I ever called him by that then it would mean I had lost and I refuse to let that happen. I hadn’t realized the awkward silence that had formed, too lost in my own thoughts until I was brought back by Henry’s voice “that’s not it” I looked back up a him in confusion “what?” “that’s not the real reason, is it?” I did my best to hide my panic “I don’t know what you’re talking about, what other reason could there be” I stood up, thinking that would be the end of it and I could make my escape before he asked more questions about me and Peter. “you have feelings for him” he spoke up just as I had started to walk away, I froze in my tracks “w-what?” I swiftly turned back to face the boy, eyes widened slightly in shock “you do, don’t you? “no way, unless you mean feelings of total distain then sure” I shrugged, hoping he couldn’t see the complete panic in my face “you’ve seen what he has done, what he could do, I could never love him... I can’t.... I shouldn’t...” Henry smiled “funny, I never did mention the L word yet you brought it up all on your own” my face fell instantly, I was an idiot, I slipped up and actually gave away the biggest secret I was keeping locked away, even from myself. I straightened my back and gave Henry a stern look “look just forget I said anything, I have no feelings for him whatsoever, I mean he’s a demon... there's no way” Henry smiles up at me “but you don’t believe that do you? you want to change him don’t you?” I sigh knowing he’s not gonna give up on this conversation any time soon ”yeah... I’ve tried... tried for years, but nothing seems to work... but even so something keeps me from giving up on him, I just cant, not yet anyway...” Henry pursed his lips “hmm.. well its a good thing you haven’t” I looked down at him in confusion “what do you mean?” “well he told me himself, he’s trying to save magic, even Wendy said the same thing” my eyes widened “What?! what do you mean Wendy!? There’s no way, she left long ago, just before Baelfire came... unless.. no she’s not stupid enough to come back” I said to myself but Henry overheard my ramblings “you knew my father?” “what?” I looked at him in shock “Baelfire!? he’s your father?” “yes” I went silent for a moment just to collect my thoughts “look Henry whatever Wendy said is a lie you can’t believe what she’s said okay” “you’re calling Wendy a liar? why would she lie?” I shook my head trying to get my thoughts in check “I don’t know maybe he forced her to, look we have to get out of here before Peter shows up” I helped him up and quickly grabbed as much supplies as I could. I managed to get Henry as far away from the camp I could without anyone noticing, I gave him the directions to the beach told him to keep low and keep out of site the best he could. I had to leave him to find his own way, otherwise Peter would know something was amiss, I hoped that if he followed my instructions that he’d eventually stumble across his family having overheard Peter and Felix talking about how they were on the Island and how to deal with them, before Peter had caught wind that he was gone. I headed back to the camp hoping that no one would notice the lack of presence by Henry, but that hope was quickly scrunched up and thrown in the trash by Felix “where’s the kid” he asked the camp, I stopped just outside the camp hoping to go unseen, Peter chimed in “come to think of it, I haven’t seen him since we got back from our little chat” I knew this wasn’t going to end well, so I slowly and quietly started backing away making sure not to make any sudden movements or noise, then one of the other boys spoke “the last I saw him he was with (Y/N)” I cursed under my breath, so much for being my brother.

As soon a I was far enough away I started to run, I knew it wouldn’t help much but it was better than facing Peter right now, as I ran I heard his yelling angrily “you can run Lost Girl but I will find you, I will always find you, and when I do you’re dead” that scared me, he had never threatened to kill me before, no matter how much we annoyed each other there was never as much malice in his tone than there was in that moment and I never thought he would ever but I could hear in his voice that he meant it, so I kept running trying (and failing) not to think about about what just happened. My heart was breaking and tears are falling down my face and blurring my vision no matter how hard I try to keep them in, but I kept going not really sure where I was going but knowing that if I stopped I’d be caught much sooner than later. suddenly I bump into someone at full speed and get knocked right off my feet, I fear for my life all I can think is that this is the end of the line, that is until I hear an unfamiliar voice speak “(Y/N)?” I looked up wiping any left over tears away “Who are you?” that’s when I hear another voice, this time I recognize it “well if it isn’t the lost girl” “Hook!” I stood up quickly “oh thank god its you” after a while I notice that I’m surrounded, a woman with blonde hair spoke up “wait, you two know her?” the first male spoke “yes, I met her when I first came here” that’s when it clicked “Baelfire?” he smiled “ yeah it’s me” I let out a little chuckle and quickly gave him a hug which he returned “it’s good to see you again Bae” “yeah you too” I smiled then the blonde spoke up again “okay, so, who is she?” this time Hook spoke up “this is (Y/N) she’s Pans little lost girl” I quickly snapped at him “I’m not his” after I said it I looked away, Hook raised his brow and continued “ah so the lost girl finally broke out of the chains and decided to listen to her head rather than her heart” I quickly turned my head to look at him, shocked but then chose denial was the best way to go “I-I don’t know what you mean” “oh I’m sure you do” “whatever” I scoffed then a woman with brown hair spoke up “not that I’m touched about this little reunion I’d quite like to find my son and it seems that she is the best way to do so” the next thing I know is that I’m struggling to breath, I heard the others shouting at the brunette and bae trying to reason with the woman “Regina let her go! you don’t have to do it like this she’s my friend she helped me off this island, she’ll help us find Henry!” at his name I struggled against the loss of breath and spoke “H-Henry I-I know where he is I-I could take you to him” Regina let go and I took deep breaths “I... I got him out of camp, sent him towards the sea, knew you were here... heard Peter talk to Felix about it” I said between breaths then Hook spoke up “I see your still calling him by his first name guess you’re still listening to your heart” I glared up at him “Hook shut up, that’s not important... not anymore anyway” I looked down at the ground for a moment then looked back up at them all “alright let’s go find Henry”

#peter pan x reader #peter pan #once upon a time #ouat fanfiction

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opheliasbrokenmind · 2 years

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hi, i’m not sure if anyone would like to read this since it’s a silly idea that came out of nowhere. i still have the writer’s block and i judge every single word i’m writing. i thought i could write something short to exercise and i found the prompts on @creativepromptsforwriting ’s blog. i just want to explore ray’s personality and as i mentioned before, i’d love to write for him if you have any suggestions/requests 💗

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‘Wow, you haven’t changed one bit. And that is not a compliment.’ You blurted out and by the look on his face, you’d say Raymond wasn’t happy with that comment. It’s been almost two years since you’ve last seen each other and well, even though it was hard at first, you’ve both found your own separate ways.

It wasn’t like things between you ended bad, on the contrary, you finished it promising you’ll stay on good terms. Raymond was deep in Mickey’s work, he had to be, given he was his right hand and you, you had your own plans for your life. You tried to wait for him, really. You forgave him when he missed dates and forgot special days but when he stopped coming home because he was too busy, you also stopped seeing a future with him.

You’d say you’ve tried your best to understand him, his whole personality and the line of his work. At first, you were ready to give him everything, you wanted to be comforting, caring and all of those other things he’d need. You’d ignore your work and wait for him in the night, only to see him once. You’d cook new meals you’d think he’d enjoy, only to eat them all alone in his big kitchen.

With time, you stopped feeling like you were in a relationship. He was all nice when he was around though, that was why you avoided the talk about breaking up for so long. He’d be such a gentleman all the time, showering you with love. Whenever you were invited to an event at the Pearson house, you’d notice how people admired the thing you’ve shared.

It started to feel like a show then, as if you were a habit. In the mornings, he’d be the businessman he needed to be. He’d have the same coffee, wear similar colours of clothing and many more other routines than you could count. At parties and stuff, he’d have you to hang on his arm.

That wasn’t the man you’ve fallen in love with, no. You’ve held so much respect for him, you really liked the way he had control over his life. You felt safe with him. You loved the way he’d go out of his way to try something new for you, whether it be a meal or a movie. He’d willingly create a mess with you without feeling to be neat. He’d hold your hand to take you dancing in the rain until you were both soaked, that was the man you’ve come to love.

Though you both tried, it didn’t work out. Raymond would never give up from work and you, you could never stay in a place you didn’t feel appreciated. You didn’t want him to give up everything for you, you’d never ask that but you wanted his attention, you craved his love.

It was how you were raised, in the end. If you felt like something or someone wasn’t enough for you, you’d leave and move on because you thought you deserved better than that, you knew you deserved better.

Breaking up with him was the hardest part, explaining to him you wanted more and knowing he couldn’t give that hurt both of you. ‘I love you, Ray. Don’t ever think I’m leaving because I don’t. I still feel this strange feeling I felt the first time when you reached out to hold my hand. I know we had our good days but I don’t think this thing between us going anywhere. I’m sorry.’ You tried to smile with tears running down your cheeks and he nodded, you knew he’d understand.

Now, you were face to face after two years and you were waiting for a response to your comment. ‘You already know I like having habits, y/n.’ Raymond finally said and you smiled with that, it wasn’t a happy smile since you were reminded of memories. He’d choose the same mug in the mornings, the same plate for lunch when he was at home, he’d read the same book when he was in a bad mood and he’d play the same songs when you two would try to make dinner.

‘Oh, I know that. There’s a change though, the beard suits you.’ You complimented this time, in an attempt to make up for your lash out. ‘You always said it would so I gave it a chance.’ You smiled and it was sincere, ‘Now please tell me Ray, why did Rosalind bother to call me this time? I thought I was long forgotten, just receiving invitations because of formality.’

‘Because it’s different this time, y/n. I thought about inviting you myself but I don’t know if that’d be the wisest choice. I know I mistreated you and made you feel like you were less. It’s just... It’s over now. Michael sold his business, he’s getting retired. Please, let me finish first.’

‘I know it’s selfish of me to reach out to you after all this time but I couldn’t live if I didn’t try once. I’m out now, y/n and I’m just wondering... That if you could give me one last chance? I know you may be in a relationship now, I understand if you don’t trust me again or you just don’t have those feelings anymore. I just need to know if we can try again because I hadn’t spent a day without thinking about you.’

Raymond stopped then, he didn’t want to scare you off. He’d do anything for you, even if it meant staying away. He finally looked directly into your eyes, searching for an answer. You held your tears as he held his breath and you were about to answer, when a gunshot was heard, suppressing the soft music in the ballroom as it rang in your ears.

#raymond smith #raymond smith x reader #the gentlemen #charlie hunnam #raymond smith x you #mickey pearson #guy ritchie

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residentdormouse · 1 year

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Writing Questions Tag Game:

I was tagged by: @mrsmungus (thank you - you are the absolute best!)

No Pressure Tagging: @asirensrage , @blairsanne , @verba-writing , @scienceoftheidiot , @darsynia and please OPEN TAG - '@' me if you'd like to answer. I'd love to know!!

What is your absolute all-time favorite idea you’ve ever had?

I’m honestly not sure, is that horrible? That’s probably bad… I guess I like how the ending of 'Diving' came out, although I have no outside confirmation if it worked or not. All the groups coming together, lining up the dominos individually to finally knock them down together. That said, I do know I have an all-time least favorite idea that the characters told me happened and I had no say in. I’m still pretty bitter about it. Spoilers: (Diving - chapter 31 & Diving - chapter 34)

Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you and you still think about sometimes?

I don’t think there's a particular one I’ve been hung up on, but I do keep track of all questions asked through Tumblr, and go back to visit them just as much as I do the stories themselves. I have them all listed as links on the ‘Jumping to Wonderland’ main page. Introductions, character insights, things that never really made it into the story, but certainly helped with character development. (sorry that kind of turned into a plug instead of an answer…)

What is your favorite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

My favorite part is when a puzzle piece is revealed out of nowhere. You’re just minding your own business, vibing, doing your own thing and *bam*, brain is like ‘Hey, did you know about this…’. Then you just sit there in fascination for a week, replaying and zooming in to see the fine details. So much better than focusing on mundane daily life business.

I could do without the imposter syndrome and the sheer volume of anxiety that comes with being seen though; that can go fuck off somewhere.

What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

Escapism, let’s be real. Plus, I really miss being creative. I went to college for theater, and really have no opportunity to put it to good use where I am in life right now. So writing a story, I get to do all the things I loved when directing. Character development, scene/lighting/sound design, building a setting and shoving my characters in it. Blocking out the scene, and figuring out the beats. I miss directing…

What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

I took classes in college, but never really wrote anything of substance. Only started doing fanfiction here last year when I couldn’t find any Glen love on AO3. Didn’t realize I was going to like it so much, and I ended up creating a new story for these characters that I love to get shoved into. New people for them to interact with. Now that it's wrapped, I’m left to figure out my own damn story. We’ll see how that goes I guess?

What is your favorite story you’ve written TO COMPLETION? Link it if you’d like and can!

I have two full length chapter fics in my 'Jumping to Wonderland' series:

Something like a Spiral / Just Keep Diving Down

It's hard to separate them in my head because one picks up right after the other. Spiral started it all, but Diving has more of my concepts as opposed to slightly altering an existing story. So I guess Diving for that reason?

What is your favorite out-of-the-box quote?

"You can't let what will be, bog you down from enjoying what is."

Not amazing, but it hit me at a time that I needed to hear it myself, so that was helpful.

Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

My characters or characters I write? Because fanfiction and all - there’s quite a few problematic people I’m working with. Harold has his many issues, so does Lloyd, and Flagg… well. We need some very exhaustive therapy up in this joint. As for my people, Max has many things she needs to work on… (probably why she gets on with Harold and Lloyd so well, they are all disasters, truly). Rayna is, uh, she is rigid and unwilling to see anything beyond her own beliefs. I mean, my characters all have flaws, all good characters do because people have flaws. Nobody's perfect.

If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

As I mentioned above, I only started writing here like a year and a half ago? I’m pretty sure younger me would be surprised I’m still hyperfixed on the same story. Usually my fix’s last a year. These characters do not want to leave my head, and honestly, I really don’t want them too… Love these guys.

#thank you for these!!#mouse's tag games & reblogs #writing asks

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tuefort-teamfort · 2 years

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Till Death Do Us Part (Medic x gn! reader)

I've chosen to go with Mick for Sniper and Josef for Medic because I honestly really like those two names for them. And this is set during Expiration Date.

Also sorry this is a bit long, I had what I thought was a good idea and ran with it.

thank you @pope-neuro this was incredibly fun to write and a welcome exercise to get me out of my writer's block

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"Thanks, again, Mick." You shouted over the wind, head turned to ensure your words carried over your shoulder to the Sniper sitting behind you.

"Ta," the man in question started, poking your side to get your focus back on the road, "told ya' don't mention it." He paused as you steered your motorcycle around a convoy of sedans all peddling along at an agonizing pace. Once the two of you were leading the pack, he resumed. "Jus' don't understand why he believed that Pauling was sending the two of us on a mission." He laughed and you had to agree with him. It'd been a pretty hasty lie and one Josef could've seen through on any other day. Although you and the Sniper were close, you're chosen professions didn't lend themselves to each other super well meaning the two of you rarely got sent on duo missions.

"Me neither, 'spose I got lucky he was so distracted. Him and Engie were running a buncha experiments when we left." You revved the engine, encouraging the bike to pick up speed till you were flying down the road towards the base. You'd outrun the cops that liked to set up a speed trap here before, wouldn't be hard to do it again. "Papers still secure?"

"Still here, love. Don' worry." Sniper assured, his laugh traveling through his arms to your torso.

A relieved sigh slipped from you. The exit to the base was in sight now, the canvas barely rusted by the warm desert breeze. The reason for your little secret mission? A marriage license. You'd been planning this op since Josef first entertained the idea of getting married nearing six months ago but in that time there'd been problem after problem getting the two of you down to a courthouse. So, you'd taken matters into your own hands now.

After bribing more people than you'd like to admit you'd managed to swing it that you and Josef could just sign the papers, have a small ceremony with two witnesses, and you'd be legally married. You didn't even need an officiant (though Dell had joked about doing so previously). Despite it not being anywhere close to the "wedding of your dreams", it'd be enough. And it worked out better in the long run considering both yours and Dr. Ludwig's rather dubious reputations.

At least you'd gotten Josef an actual wedding ring. Now all that was left was to pop both the question and your surprise on him.

A hard right turn brought the two of you through the canvas and the base loomed ahead.

You brought the bike to a stop in the garage and waited for Sniper to hop off before doing so yourself. Or...well...that's what you were pretending to do. In reality, it seemed like the second your foot met the floor all of the butterflies that'd been nowhere to be found were now swarming you. Your heart beat had sped up so suddenly you were partially convinced you'd just been ubered but the accompanying feeling of invincibility was nowhere to be found.

A touch to your shoulder sent you jerking off of the bike and onto the ground. One hand reached for the pistol strapped to your thigh while the other held you up.

"Oi, easy, mate. 'Sjust me. Jus' me." Sniper soothed from the other side of the bike, a hand outstretched in placation. "Easy now, take a breath."

You did as he told, breathing in through your nose out the mouth as you calmed and took your helmet off. "Sorry, sorry..." you apologized between breaths. "Don't know what came over m-"

"There you two are!" A very sudden, very loud new voice broke through the panicked haze that had settled between you and the Sniper. In the doorway stood the very man you'd worked yourself into a tizzy over. And before you could really register that you were still sitting on the floor, Josef had stridden over to you and pulled you to your feet into an crushing hug. "I have been looking for you for the past hour, liebling." He sounded...almost panicked which wasn't entirely abnormal for the man in general but definitely struck you as odd.

"Darling, I told you me and Mick had a mission." You tried to remind him, wriggling in his too tight hold enough to look up at him. "Did something happen?" You tacked on, noticing for the first time the absolutely harried look about him. The Medic's hair was in disarray, it looked like he'd been running his hands through it in a poor attempt to calm himself down, his eyes were a little bloodshot, and there was a small frown tugging his whole demeanor down.

"Ja, yes." He nodded hard enough to make his glasses slide down his nose. "It is best if you and Herr Mundy come with me." As Josef tugged you out of the garage to, presumably, his lab you managed to catch Mick's eye to see the same startled expression on your face mimicked on his.

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You sat two hours later at the poker table in the rec room staring in what could only be described as abject horror at the giant timer on your wrist. 69:51:34 and counting down. Three days to live and it felt like you'd just wasted the last nine minutes in Spy's impromptu meeting. He'd dismissed all of you when Jeremy's antics had derailed his rather touching plan to at least listen to everyone's dying wish. You kind of wished now you'd put a card in.

There was a presence at your shoulder that warned you someone was about to talk to you. "Staring won't make time stop moving, mate." Mick's voice was low and soothing. "Quit stalling and go get your man."

"I...is he even going to want to get married now? I mean...three days, Mick. Not even. We'd be married for less than three fucking days!" You exclaimed, tone shifting rapidly from subdued to near manic in a matter of seconds.

Your sudden outburst drew the attention of Spy who had been lingering in the corner while he puffed on a cig. "I'm assuming we are referring to the Medic. From what I understand of him, he would be more than happy to spend his last hours married to a person like you."

Despite his wording, you detected the sincerity in his voice and it assuaged your fear at least a bit. Enough for you to heave a hearty sigh as if expelling your anxiety. "I'm assuming you mean that as a compliment." Bracing yourself for a moment, you took a few calming breaths. "Alright," you stood," where are the papers?"

"Righ' here." Mick answered without missing a beat, handing you the manila folder that protected your precious future. "Gotta pen handy too for ya."

"Please," Spy scoffed, stepping away from the wall, "at least use a nice pen for your literal marriage." He offered a rather luxurious looking fountain pen in place of the common ball point one Sniper had.

"Thanks..." you answered slowly as you took the pen. "Why are you helping?" It was a little rude but the question had already left your lips as you led the two men towards Ludwig's lab.

Spy scoffed, "Consider it my good deed for you before I die."

Snorting, you pocketed the pen as you checked for the box containing Josef's ring, "Consider all grudges and debts forgiven on my part then. I'd ask you to sign as a witness too but I'm guessing you'll still want your identity intact after death?"

The Frenchman looked to be considering for a moment before offering a hearty nod that pulled a derisive snort from the Sniper. Which quickly turned to a mock argument you tuned out in favor of knocking on the door to the lab.

"Herein." Came the shout of the Medic and the unmistakable descending whirl of a teleporter slowing down. With a deep breath and a glance over your shoulder at Mick who offered you an encouraging nod you opened the door and headed in. "Ah, Schatz, Herr Mundy, willkommen." Ludwig called as the two of you (Spy was lingering outside) descended the few stairs. "Did you come to help?"

Glancing away from the doctor, your eyes met Dell's briefly (or, rather, his goggles) before you flicked your attention to the teleporter and small mountain of tumor ridden bread in front of Ludwig. "Not...not exactly, darling." You avoided his gaze when Josef turned to look at you. "Dell, do you mind if I borrow him for a moment?"

"Go right ahead." The Texan waved you off.

It was now or never.

Motioning for the doctor to step closer, you waited till he was within arms' reach to take his hands in yours. "I'll admit this is not how I planned for this to happen...not even close, to be honest. You see, I was planning to steal you away from everyone for a nice night in. I'd cook you dinner, we'd watch a movie, maybe dance, and then I'd ask but..." you paused, huffing just slightly in apathetic amusement, "circumstances being what they are that's gone out the window. But my affections remain the same." looking into his eyes you could see the realization dawn on him. You got on one knee and took the box out of your pocket, "Dr. Josef Ludwig," and opened it to show the polished gold band, "will you marry me?"

The man let out a startled gasp that ended in a high yelp. "Mein Gott! Schatz, meine Taube, ja, ja of course!" He lapsed into a series of high, nearly deranged, breathless laughs as you slipped his glove off and the ring onto his finger. All the while a smile that mirrored his began to grow on your face.

Pulling his hand from you, he tested the weight of the band -curling and flexing his fingers experimentally while the other, his right hand gripped both of yours in a tight grasp. Until, returning his gaze to you, he brought his ring-adorned hand to your cheek and bowed his head till it bumped against your own. “Oh, Täubchen…meine perfekte Täubchen. Danke..." Josef hummed, his eyes sliding closed momentarily. "I do wish you'd asked much earlier...I can't give you a ceremony now."

Taking a steadying breath, you let your face relax as your hands gripped tighter to his. "I've already thought about that and, if you're willing, although there's no ceremony for it we can get married right now."

His eyes flicked open. "Was? Wie?"

At that, a small grin spread over your face as you signaled to Mick for him to step closer. He did so, gaining the Medic's attention as well, as he handed the manila folder to the other man followed shortly by the fountain pen. "I pulled a few strings. So long as we have witnesses, we can technically get married. Mundy's already agreed to be one." You looked away from Josef over his shoulder to Dell who had watched the whole exchange with a sappy smile on his face. "If you'd also be willing, Dell?"

With his helmet removed, you were awarded a clear view of the engineer's eyebrows as they shot up his forehead in surprise. "Of course, hell, I believe I offered to officiate!"

"Really?" Josef asked, spinning on his heel enough to look over his shoulder without letting go of you. "Oh, danke mein freund!" He whipped his head back to you both hands now holding yours as he waited with barely restrained eagerness for Dell to make his way closer.

"Um," the engineer began when he reached you, "do you Dr. Josef Ludwig take them," Dell gestured to you as he said your full name, "to be your lawfully wedded spouse?"

Ludwig's grip on your hands tightened almost painfully. You could feel the gold band on his finger digging into your skin. "Ja, I do." He grinned, showing off a wide smile that crinkled his eyes.

You grinned back, unable to keep your composure as Dell turned to you next. "And do you," once again he repeated your name, "take Dr. Josef Ludwig to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do." You watched as Josef's grin grew impossibly wider.

"Then by the power vested in my by the state of New Mexico, I now pronounce you married in the eyes of the law." Dell smiled at the two of you. "You may kiss."

Before you even had a chance to lean in, Josef had pulled you to him. One hand shot to the back of your neck while the other took your waist. He turned you to the side in a slight dip before he slid his mouth over yours.

This kiss, though not all that different from the others you had shared with Josef, seemed to spark new life in you. It felt like you were breathing for the first time - it created a feeling so visceral and all-consuming that you knew you could never again live without it.

With your hands wound around his neck, you pulled him closer and let reality fall away. You weren't in Teufort, you weren't in New Mexico, you weren't even on the Earth any more. You were just in your new husband's arms.

You only pulled away when the synchronized watch attached to your wrist let out a little beep to remind you that another hour had passed. It was a sobering sound and one that clearly had yanked Josef back to reality too. His smile, though still brilliant, had a somber hint at the corners.

You pecked his lips and turned back to the other men still in the room who had cheered as you and Josef indulged in each other. Mick, already catching on, was rifling through the folder and laying out everything that needed to be signed before handing the pen to you.

Josef's grip on your waist tightened as you jotted down your name on the license. And then he signed his.

"Danke, meine taube," Ludwig's voice was low in your ear, his lips to its shell. "I love you."

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