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megalony · 7 months

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We Made It

This is an Evan Buckley (Buck) imagine, it's probably my longest one yet I had so much fun with the fluff and angst in this. Thank you all for the 911 requests I'm slowly getting through them all. Any feedback would be great.

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Summary: Christopher joins the Buckley family out for a day trip to the pier but when a natural disaster hits, they all fight to find each other and stay together.

Enjoy.

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"Hey Eddie, everything okay?" (Y/n) leaned against the door and slung her bag on her shoulder.

A bright smile lit up her face and took Eddie by surprise but it helped to wash away the anxiety he had pooling in his stomach. He hated to turn up unannounced, after all he hadn't messaged or called either her or Buck to let them know he would be dropping by, but it was an emergency.

"Yeah, sorry I know I should have called… I need a favour."

"Sure, what's up?" (Y/n) opened the door more to welcome him in but her smile turned into a lopsided smirk when Eddie moved to the side and revealed the small figure hiding behind him.

Christopher.

A broad smile lit up his cheesy face, his curls were flopping all about his head and he had his backpack on.

"Did you get called in?" (Y/n) kept her voice quiet but Eddie's pursed lips and the small nod of his head told her all she needed to know. Eddie wasn't supposed to be on shift today but he'd been called in and he couldn't refuse. And he didn't want to keep imposing on his Abuela and asking her to have Christopher because even though he was a golden boy and never played up, he was still a handful.

"I get it if you can't have him, I just didn't know who-"

"Hey, he's always welcome here. And it just so happens we're off out on a road trip," (Y/n) leaned down to Chris's level and gave him a smile. "Fancy a day out with the Buckley crew?"

"Yeah!"

(Y/n) loved the way he smiled and adverted his eyes to try and hide just how happy and excited he was. She moved out the way and ushered him inside, letting him hobble his way through to find out where Bella was hiding. He was a great kid to look after and (Y/n) knew Eddie was always happy to take care of Bella if they ever needed or asked him to. The kids got along well together despite Christopher being eight and Bella being only three.

"You're a lifesaver, thank you." Eddie leaned forward to give her a quick hug before he glanced at his watch. He had to run before he was officially late for the first time.

"No problem, text when you want him back."

"Thanks."

He had arrived at just the right time, ten minutes later and he would have missed them. They had decided a little road trip was in need to cheer Buck up while he was still off work, waiting for a date when he could go back. He had been glad of the break which meant he could spend time with his girls.

While his leg had been in a cast, (Y/n) had helped him up and down the stairs, helped him shower and cook but the best part was Bella trying to look after him. Evan had sent thousands of pictures to the team of Bella trying to feed him, give him drinks, rub his head, draw on his cast and then the pictures where she fell asleep on him to 'keep him company'.

His daughter had been his saving grace, spoiling him and doting on him and Evan got through each day because of his two girls.

Now he was back in action, they thought a day trip out might be good for them all and Christopher was going to add to the excitement.

"Evan, babe we have an addition to the trip."

"Who?"

Walking down the stairs with Bella perched on his hip, Evan looked at (Y/n) before he looked around the apartment and a grin lit up his face when he saw a familiar flop of curls sat in front of the tv.

"Did Eddie need to work or something?"

"Yeah, do you mind?"

"Course not, he can go on the big rides with me. Chris, are you ready for the best day out ever?" They had already decided this morning that they would stop by the pier in the afternoon. It was the perfect place to play games, have some fun and food and there were a lot of kiddie rides for Bella. Evan waved his arm out to coax Christopher over to them since they were all ready and packed up to go for their day out. But his eyes turned back to look at Bella who was cuddled up into his chest.

She had her light sandy hair put up in two little pigtails and she was wearing a yellow jumpsuit with a big smiling sunflower in the middle. Both her hands moved to pat Evan's chest lightly and when she looked up at him with those wide eyes, he could feel his heart melting on the spot.

"What 'bout me? Will you go on stuff with me, daddy?"

"You know I will sweetheart." He moved his hand to cup the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss to her temple before he reached down to pat Chris on the back and guide him in front of them.

"Alright, off we go."

***

"Bella, babygirl I do need to breathe, you know?" Evan gruffed but his mixed expression gave away the fondness he was trying to supress. He squinted up at his daughter and rolled his lips together but the slight curve at the corner and the softness in the crease of his eyes showed he wasn't telling her off.

She was stood up on his thighs with both arms tightly bound around his neck and her chin resting on top of his head. It was endearing and Evan loved her cuddling up to him but he still needed to breathe and she was making it hard leaning against him like this and holding his neck with quite a lot of force.

She let out a small whine in response but loosened her arms and kissed his hair repeatedly before she moved her hands to swiftly hold his chin and tilt his head up towards her.

When she puckered her lips, Evan grinned madly and pushed up to give her a small peck, making a loud 'mwuah' sound that always made her giggle.

"Smile, I'm gonna send your dad a picture, show him how much fun you have with us." (Y/n) poked her tongue out between her teeth as she smiled at the three of them sat opposite her at the table. Bella had been sitting patiently with her waiting for the boys to finish the ride they went on but as soon as they came off, she clambered over the table and onto Evan's lap.

Evan tilted his chin up and grinned with one arm around Bella who smiled sweetly and pressed her cheek on top of Evan's head. And with his other arm, Evan reeled Chris into his side who held up the cotton candy he'd just got and started to laugh.

(Y/n) snapped the picture, catching in the food and drink splayed out on the table so show Eddie Chris was having a good time and had had his lunch and a rush of sugar.

"Alright team, what's next?" (Y/n) put her empty drink on the tray of rubbish next to her before she looked at them.

They had driven out and gone to a beach half an hour away, then they came round to the pier. Evan had gone on a lot of rides with Chris, (Y/n) took Bella on the smaller rides and all of them went on the waltzers which made (Y/n) feel sick. But they still had the ferris wheel to do, the water rides on the other side of the pier and all the games and stalls to try out. Dinner was ticked off their list though and after the pier they had the toy shop to head to before they went home.

"We need to win something," Chris stuffed the last of the cotton candy in his mouth and looked between the two people he thought of as family. His dad was always referring to them as uncle Buck and auntie (Y/n).

"Yes we do, what games are you good at?"

(Y/n) strapped her bag over her shoulder and rested a hand on Chris's shoulder when he slipped his hands into his crutches and started to look for a stall with good prizes.

"Come on babygirl, let's go win a load of prizes." Evan held Bella's hands and effortlessly hoisted her up until she was sat on his shoulders. He held onto her waist and she held his lower arms rather loosely considering how tight she had held him previously. But she was used to sitting on his shoulders, Evan preferred to carry her or hold her up like this because he was too worried of her running off and losing her in a crowd.

At least with Chris there was no risk of them losing him here.

For the duration of their walk around the pier, (Y/n) kept her hand looped in Chris's backpack strap to make sure he didn't wander too far or risk bump into people.

"Buck, this one." Chris turned to look back at him with a lopsided grin and squinting eyes, his way of looking sweet and cute to get Buck to agree and play the game of throwing balls at tin cans to try and win a stuffed teddy.

Evan turned his head and nodded but when he went to lift Bella over his head and put her down, she all but screamed and grabbed his forearm but her other hand dug into his short hair. She pulled his hair between her fingers to try and stop him from picking her up. Bella didn't want to move, she wanted to stay right where she was, safe and sound on his shoulders where she didn't have to move and she could be close to her dad.

"Ow that's naughty! No, you're coming down now girlie." Evan winced and grunted while he hoisted her over his shoulders and planted her down on her feet next to (Y/n) who quickly grabbed her hand. But Evan knew he wouldn't be able to stay mad at her because she was already biting her thumb and her eyes were welling up, ready to start crying because she had been told off.

Bella swayed on her feet, still biting her thumb and clenching (Y/n)'s hand in the other while she watched the boys. She would stay silent until Evan smiled at her or said something to her and she knew she wasn't in trouble anymore.

"Buck, I won!" Chris pointed at the enlarged teddybear that was about his size and weight which he couldn't carry all by himself. He watched Buck clap and give praise and move to grab the teddy but when Chris turned around, he noticed Bella was still pouting and looking uncertain. "Bella carry it,"

Evan froze for a moment, glancing between the two kids before his expression softened and he motioned for Bella to come over to him. When she stood in front of him, Evan leaned the teddy over her shoulders but kept hold of it by the arms. Letting her believe she was actually carrying it when really it was more like a hat resting on top of her head.

It was just the thing to make her smile and giggle and add a skip in her wobbly steps until she was prancing like a pony with Evan slowly walking behind her, going a lot slower than he normally would.

They all followed Chris towards the end of the pier until they could sit down on a bench. (Y/n) sat down on the edge next to the teddy bear that they put down on the floor, Bella stood up on the bench next to her wedged between her and Evan. And on the end, Evan picked Chris up and let him stand up and hold the barrier, keeping a tight grip on his shirt to make sure he didn't wobble over the side.

What a phone call that would be to Eddie, having to explain Chris had toppled over the side of the pier and took a swim.

"How you feeling?" Reaching across Bella who was transfixed on watching the tide, (Y/n) leaned over and brushed her fingers against Evan's cheek, trailing her fingertip down his jaw when he smiled and tilted his head to the side to look at her.

"I'm okay, I feel a lot better- oof," Evan closed his eyes and bent his head forward when Bella started to sway from side to side and reached her arm out on top of his head to steady herself on him. The amount of bruises Evan got from Bella was unreal, he could come home from the station unscathed without so much as a water mark and then the next day he would be littered with scratches and bruises from his little monster.

"You'll be able to go back to the station, the blood thinners aren't permanent, babe." (Y/n) continued to brush his cheek and leaned over to peck his lips, smiling against his lips when they could both hear Bella humming to herself. She could see just how far Evan had come these last few months, he had had three surgeries on his leg, did physio and exercises every day and he had followed the doctor's advice to the dot. All the hard work he had put in wasn't going to be for nothing, (Y/n) just knew it.

"How you doin' Chris? What are we gonna do next?" Evan looked over to his right and squinted up at him when the sun beamed down on them. There were still a few games they could play and they all wanted a go on the ferris wheel which Bella was the right height for. But it was up to the kids and since Bella didn't care what they did, it was down to Chris.

"Hook a duck!"

"Alright-"

"Daddy," Bella patted Evan's hair like she was smoothing it down and he turned to look back at her, smiling up at her until he saw her furrowed brows and the way she was bending her knees like she was trying to do some kind of funny dance.

"What, babygirl?"

"Where did water go?"

Both Evan and (Y/n) frowned at one another and quickly moved to turn around and peer over the side of railing the kids were clinging to. What was she talking about? There was a whole sea out there, why did she suddenly think the water had vanished? She had been watching it for the past few minutes, it couldn't have vanished before her eyes?

Something burned down in (Y/n)'s stomach and she could feel her lungs popping and deflating as anxiety broke out in her system.

It wasn't the lack of water at the bottom of the pier that caused her worry, it was the turbulant view of an appending wave that surged her panic. That was larger than the usual surfing wave that occured on this beach. (Y/n) had never lived anywhere where this had happened and she'd never been so close to see one in person.

A tsunami.

Before she knew what she was doing, (Y/n) batted her hand out until she found Evan's bicep and she dug her nails into his skin, clenching her fingers around him like he was somehow going to make this better or turn the wave away and demand it stop where it was. She wasn't sure what she wanted him to do but she couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't breathe.

"Evan…" His name came out nothing more than a broken sound that she could barely hear but she felt the way his muscles tensed and he shot up from the bench without tearing his gaze away from the water.

"Get off the pier," His voice was barely above a whisper but he was getting into action mode already. "Get off the pier! Move back! Get off the fucking pier!"

His voice sounded like a siren to everyone else who had gathered round to see like it was some sort of beautiful spectacle instead of a harrowing omen. They shouldn't be gathering round to watch, couldn't they see how massive that wave was or work out what that implied? They all needed to leave, not rush closer.

Chris gasped but he didn't have time to react or talk when Evan hastily grabbed him and tossed him over his shoulder. There was no time for Chris to walk or he wouldn't get far and they needed to be as far away from the shore as possible, they needed to be in-land. Evan kept his arm secured over Chris's back and he pushed away from the bench, reaching his free arm out for (Y/n).

Terror had hold of (Y/n) by her heart and it made each breath and each pulse of blood feel horrid and broken but she had to push through it. With trembling gasps, (Y/n) hoisted Bella into her arms, holding her face against her shoulder and her other arm tightly wrapped around around her small waist. She kept her daughter cocooned to her chest and ran forward as Evan grabbed her elbow so he didn't lose her in the rush that was going to come.

The pair of them bolted back across the wooden pannels, aiming to keep going and going until the inevitable flood overtook them. If they could at least get to the end of the pier then it would be a little better but Evan doubted it.

And when he turned to glance behind him, the water was almost at the bench they had just left.

They were running out of time.

"Here! Down here!" Doubling over, evan placed Chris down behind a vacated shall and as swift as anything, he grabbed (Y/n) by her hips and hoisted her over the side before he jumped across.

(Y/n) snapped her eyes closed and buried her face into Bella's hair who was whimpering against her chest, unsure what was happening and why everyone was suddenly screaming and panicking. She pressed her back up against the wood and felt Evan kneel down beside her and hold his arm around her while his other arm deadlocked around Chris.

They had to stay together.

"Oh God, Evan…" (Y/n) nudged her forehead into his shoulder and felt his arm tighten around her waist until it felt like an iron bar was grafted into her skin but it was comforting. It was the only thing grounding her racing thoughts from making her pass out.

"I won't let go babe! I won't I swear-"

He couldn't breathe. He had underestimated just how powerful the water was going to be when it hit. Wood broke and splintered on impact and each broken pannel hit Evan in the head, the arm, the legs and his back like he was being beaten black and blue.

It didn't matter how tightly Evan kept his arms around his family, he couldn't hold them all or keep them safe at his chest.

When the water hit, Evan got twisted and lifted from the floor and that was it. He could feel his fingers scratching into Chris's shirt but (Y/n) left his arm after maybe five or six seconds at most. The water lifted Evan up instead of dragging him down like he expected and it gave him a chance to gasp for a deep breath before something smacked into his foot and toppled him into a gushing wave. He seemed to spin in a circle and race down towards the floor like a diver reaching for the ocean.

A panel of wood smacked into his forehead right across his eye and that was when his world turned black.

Something akin to a bubbling scream gurgled at the back of Evan's throat and he was sure if he could he would have been sick. Everything was water, his lungs were full of water, his clothes were weighed down by water, the current was holding onto him with deep imbedded claws and dropplets were rolling down his eyes.

A tree branch smacked right into his lower sternum and stomach, knocking the water out of his lungs and letting him take in a strangled gasp and open his eyes. It took a few seconds for his vision to clear but when it did, he started to scream.

Where were they?

Why wasn't he back at the pier? How far had the water dragged him? Evan couldn't tell where he was, the water was at a third story level, covering the road, the landmarks, the signs and the building names and distinctions. All he could see were towering buildings, floating cars, broken glass, bodies and unworthy items floating beside him. Everything from chairs to lamps flew past him at top speed and gave him no direction of where he had turned up. All he knew was he was no longer at the pier.

"C-Christopher! (Y/n)! God, Bella? Bella baby where are you?!" Each word became clearer when he took deep ragged breaths but his voice rose two octaves until it sounded like a teen who hadn't hit puberty yet.

Chris didn't have balance or coordination or enough ability to find something to cling to and stop from floating away into the next state. Evan didn't even know if he could swim. And (Y/n) was somewhere around here, she had to be but if she was injured she couldn't swim and if she could swim, what if she hit something?

What if she didn't have hold of Bella anymore? She was three, she couldn't swim, she could barely tolerate getting a bath. This was far too powerful for her to stay afloat or swim or avoid getting scraped or punctured by something.

Where was his baby girl?

"No, God no," Evan let the tears fall, he let awful, hoarse screams scratch past his salty lips as his eyes burned from the beating he had taken and the tears he was shedding. He couldn't get the picture of his daughter floating past him out of his mind. Her little body floating limply past him, never to be seen again. Evan wouldn't survive if he couldn't see her face again or hear her laugh or her calling his name.

Evan screamed all their names again and again until he couldn't do anything but gasp for air and spit the water that flooded his mouth when he tried to push up higher on the tree branch that was currently keeping him afloat.

"Buck! B-Buck!"

"Christopher!" Evan looked around wildly, blinking away the droplets clinging to his lashes but he couldn't see where Chris was. Until he squinted into the distance and noticed a small head and a pair of arms clinging to a telephone pole.

One down, two to go.

"I'm coming! Stay there, hold on bud I'm coming!"

Bringing his legs up, Evan awkwardly shuffled over the branch and dived back into the current that was thankfully heading towards Chris and not away from him. He seemed to be sat right in the middle of the current that flew him down the middle of whatever street he was on.

As soon as he was within reach, Evan stretched out in front of him like someone desperate to find the light in the darkness and when his fingers barely touched Chris's shoulder, Evan grabbed him. He punctured his fingers into Chris's shoulders until he was sure he had bruised him and he pulled him from the pole.

Evan turned onto his back and lifted Chris onto his chest so he could still breathe and stay afloat but his head turned madly to try and find somewhere to move. They couldn't stay floating through the street, it was too dangerous. They had to get somewhere high and safe and wait until the water lowered enough to walk through or help arrived.

Did the fire and rescue come out during a tsunami? It was a natural disaster, surely they had to come out, but how would they get here, a truck couldn't float?

"Truck, truck." Chris waved his arms out beneath the water to stay floating on his back but he tried to splash towards the truck that was elevated and sat on a slant. It was resting on something but he didn't know what.

"Good, good boy! Alright l-let's go there."

Moving yet again, Evan hooked his arm tight around Chris's waist and tilted until they were both trying to stand up in the water so they could kick, bat and shimmy towards the truck.

He wasn't sure where the effort or the energy came from, but they swam like eels through the water until Evan could grab the open window and reel them in.

"Up, up."

When Chris grabbed the rail on top of the truck, Evan moved him up onto his shoulder so he could keep him high above the water and so he could put his feet into the windowsil and lift them both up. Chris let himself go floppy so Evan could push him over the rail and get him safe on top before he flopped on his chest next to Chris, exhausted.

"Are you okay?" Evan crouched on his hands and knees, coughing up the last bit of water and trying to take a second to make sure he could see no injuries on Chris. He couldn't be telling Eddie he had gotten his son hurt during a tsunami and if Chris was badly hurt, Evan wouldn't be able to cope in this situation.

But when Chris smiled and shook his head, Evan merely gasped. How could he be smiling at a time like this? Wasn't he afraid of what just happened? Shouldn't he be crying and screaming and shouting for his dad, demanding help arrive and take them away?

He looked like he had a black eye coming along and there would no doubt be scratches and bruises but he didn't seem like he was badly injured and that was a big weight off Evan's shoulders.

Evan himself felt okay. His head was pounding, blood was starting to dribble down into his left eye along with the water seeping off him. his ribs hurt, his arm was scratched and he was sure a few lower ribs were either fractured or broken. But he was relatively okay, he could run off the adrenaline that was now coursing through his veins. He would be functional until he could find out what happened to the rest of his family.

Tears started to flood Evan's eyes until he could barely see when Chris leaned forward and cupped his face in his hands and gently patted his cheek.

"You're hurt." Chris tried to smear the blood off Evan's forehead and the action made Evan sob.

"I'll be alright, buddy."

"Auntie (Y/n) and Bella, are we gonna find them?" Chris started to brush away the tears falling from Evan's eyes that turned a darker shade of blue and started to twitch.

"God, I hope so."

***

"Daddy!"

"I know you want daddy, baby, I know. We'll find him," (Y/n) could barely keep her voice level but she had to try and sound promising and encouraging. She had cried too much already.

If she cried any longer Bella would realise she was lying. How was (Y/n) going to know if they would find Evan and Christopher unharmed and alright after this? She might find one and not the other. She might have to give Eddie the worst phone call of his life and break his world. She might find Evan too late and shatter her own world entirely.

It had been a miracle that (Y/n) had stayed so close to Bella. After Evan drifted, (Y/n) realised Bella had been sucked out of her arms and carried off further ahead of her. A branch punctured into the bottom of her chest and a chunk of metal smacking into her forehead had done nothing to deter (Y/n) away from chasing her baby through the water. She watched her daughter bob up and down through the stream, gasping and struggling to stay afloat until she got tangled up in a bush that stopped her from going any further downstream.

(Y/n) had managed to grab her and use some nearby rope to tie Bella to her chest so they couldn't separated again.

Leaning forward, (Y/n) folded her arms over the roof of the car Bella was perched on and she pressed her forehead on her arms. If she was going to cry she needed to smother her sounds and not let Bella see so she didn't panic and get upset again too.

"No, daddy!" Bella's tone changed and she started frantically pointing, her sobs now ceasing into nothing.

"What?"

Turning around as much as she could, (Y/n) almost screamed when she saw a familiar figure looming in the distance. How on Earth did Bella know that was Evan? From way over here, he looked like a broad figure standing on top of something. But then again, his hair was always dark and flat when damp and he had wide shoulders, thick arms and a reduced torso. He was distinctive, thank God.

"Evan? Evan, please, please be him!" (Y/n) tried screaming his name but it only made her injured side ache and her lungs burn. She let bella continue to scream at the top of her lungs and wave her arms to direct him over to them.

A fire burned inside (Y/n)'s knotted stomach when she watched him dive into the water. It had to be him, what stranger would answer to his name and head their way? They weren't exactly in distress, they weren't being carried away by the water they had managed to find somewhere to stay safe for the time being.

"Daddy!"

"I'm coming, baby it's me! (Y/n), (Y/n)!" Evan flung a floating shopping trolley to the side and pushed another wooden beam out of his way as he coarsed through the water towards his girls. He could feel Christopher's arms tight around his neck and his weight pressing down on his back, reassuring him that the eight year old was alright and still with him.

He had started to give up hope of finding his girls, it was getting harder and harder to stay positive around Chris until he heard a distant crying. He had been looking round and round for what felt like hours, then when he and Chris moved over to a broken building that had been safe to stand on, he heard the voices get clearer.

There they were. (Y/n) had managed to stay with Bella or at least follow her and find her again and when Evan reached them, they would all be together again.

As soon as Evan was within reach of the dark blue BMW the girls were clinging to, he scrambled onto the boot and manouevred Chris from his shoulders to the top of the car. He helped him shuffle slowly on his stomach until he was safely on the roof and out of harms way.

"Bella!" Chris wrapped an arm around her and started to giggle when she shuffled between his legs and cuddled close to him. She was desperate to jump down into Evan's arms but one look at his stern expression told her to stay where she was. And that meant the closes source of comfort was the person who she thought was her cousin.

"Oh baby! Oh I thought- I…" Evan couldn't repeat what had been rattling through his head, lest he wanted to have a nervous breakdown and sob in front of the kids.

He thought he'd lost her for good.

He gripped the edge of the car and shuffled along until he was close enough to dig one hand into the top of the car and use the other to wrap his arm around (Y/n)'s shoulders. He reeled her into his chest and felt how badly she was shaking when she let out a feeble mewl into his chest. Her face tucked into the middle of his chest near his collar bone and both her arms wrapped around his torso, digging her nails into his flesh to reassure herself he was actually here, safe in her arms.

"Evan…"

"I'm here, I've got you, you're safe."

He couldn't press enough kisses to her wet, matted hair and each peck made her cry harder until she was sobbing and bubbling and whimpering in his arms and all he could do was shush her. If she didn't stop he was going to breakdown.

"Get on the car baby, we need to sit up with the kids until the water goes down enough to walk." Evan let his arm slope lower down until it was firmly around (Y/n)'s waist but his head snapped up to Bella when she spoke.

"Mummy's stuck."

"What? Stuck how?" His head pivoted back down to (Y/n) and he coiled his arm back to his side so he could hold her chin between his fingers and tilt her head up to look at him when she kept her eyes adverted down. He thought it was strange that she had Bella on top of the car but she herself was still half submerged in the water. It didn't dawn on Evan that she might be sitting in the water because she was stuck, he thought she was just trying to test the level of the water or wait and get ready to move again.

"My leg," (Y/n) glanced up at the kids before she lowered her voice, "I- I couldn't swim properly and hold Bella, I tried to get to the car… my foot went through the window, the glass-" She broke off, breaths hitching higher with each word.

Bella had been screaming and choking at the same time and (Y/n) didn't know what to do. The moment she got her unstuck the current took them and a wave submerged them and both of them panicked. When the car came into view (Y/n) knew she had to do anything and everything to reach it and get them both safe but she couldn't let them continue to float away and risk drowning or becoming separated again.

One slippery hand on the roof of the car wasn't enough to ground them to it and (Y/n) was in such a hurry and frightened that in her haste, she tried to put her feet on the car any way she could to grab it and stay secured to it.

Her right foot went straight through the glass window up to her mid-thigh and she could feel every shard of glass imbedded in her leg to the hilt. If she moved an inch either way, a searing hot fire pulsed through her nerves and made spots dance in front of her eyes.

So (Y/n) sat with her left leg floating on the bonnet of the car and her right leg jammed in the window, waiting for help to arrive or for enough courage to filter through her so she could pull herself free and keep moving. She didn't have to wait any longer, the one wish she had been praying for had been answered. Both the boys were here in front of her, they found their way back to her and they were alright.

"Okay, brace yourself on the roof and I'll take a look," Evan pecked her forehead again before he reached down to grab the doorhandle so he had something to ground himself with like an anchor in the sea.

It was hard to see much in the murky seaweed coloured water. Bits of everything floated past him from socks and leaves to paintbrushes and cans of pop. But he didn't have to go far down at all to see the problem. There was a large shard of glass imbedded in the underside of (Y/n)'s thigh, that was why she couldn't move.

He pushed back up to the surface and looked around before he grabbed a floating branch that looked sturdy and thick.

"I'm gonna break the glass to get you free, then I can check the damage properly and patch you up. Deep breaths, this is gonna sting sweetheart," He whispered the last part in her ear before he submerged himself again.

Punching and using force underwater felt pointless when the water took over half his energy and his swing but he had to try. He jammed the branch repeatedly into each area of the glass until finally it started to give way and break off into smaller jagged pieces. And it gave Evan the chance to slowly hold (Y/n)'s upper thigh close to her bum and slowly pull her leg back.

When she was free, Evan rounded her side and scrambled up onto the bonnet before he crouched back down and leaned into the water. His smile was enough to calm (Y/n) down and she held onto his shoulders, letting him grab her under her arms and slowly hoist her up out of the water as both kids cheered.

"Alright, alright baby I'm gonna lay you on your front so I can check the damage, try stay still."

Evan lifted his leg over (Y/n)'s back so she was held between his thighs before he lowered her down until she was laid down on her stomach on the roof. The glass was in the back of her thigh and he had to sort it.

"I'm sorry baby."

"What f-"

Both Chris and Bella coiled back in fright when (Y/n) screamed before she smothered her mouth and nose with her hands and bit down into the palm of her hand.

Evan grimaced, swiping the tears away with his shoulder when he loosened his belt and strapped it as tight as he could around (Y/n)'s upper thigh. He pulled it so hard it sank into her skin like a new layer of flesh and it caused her leg to jerk out. When the pin was secured in the button, Evan kneeled down in front of her and pulled her so her upper half was laid over his knees.

He bent over her, smoothing her hair behind her ears as she sobbed into his muck-ridden jeans. Each sob made her shake and each jagged breath made her leg pulsate and throb and it circled back round to make her cry even worse and all Evan could do was shush her. He hummed into her hair, kissed the back of her head and pressed his fingertips into her skin to try and calm her down.

He couldn't remove the glass from her leg because it was stemming the bleeding and it would make her bleed out if it was removed. But Evan couldn't just leave it there and let the rest of the blood drip around the wound. He had to cut off the blood supply to the wound and the only thing he had that would suffice was the belt keeping his jeans up.

"Shh, it's okay baby, I'm so sorry but I had to. I love you so, so much."

After a few minutes, (Y/n) punctured her teeth into her lower lip to try and stop herself from crying, she had to be brave for the kids.

There was no way she could sit or stand up when the glass was still in her leg so she settled for pulling herself a little higher up on the roof like she was sunbathing and getting a tan on her back. She kept her arms folded and rested her chin on her arms, trying to smile through the tears and the pain that was making her delirious.

"I'm okay," She whispered quietly when Christopher reached a hand out and gently rubbed her shoulder, unsure what else he could do.

"Daddy…" Bella held her arms out towards Evan and shuffled out of Chris's arms. She hadn't seen him or touched him since before the tsunami hit and she was desperate for some comfort. She had been calling out for him for what felt like hours, days, years to the frightened toddler and now he was here, she hadn't even gotten a cuddle yet.

"Come here babygirl,"

That was all the encouragement she needed to scramble forward onto his lap and curl up against his sodden chest. She didn't care about his damp, musky shirt that now smelled horribly of fish, sewage and whatever else was floating in the water. All she cared about was that his broad chest was pressed up against her face and his strong arms were curled around her and when she felt him kiss the top of her head, she mewled quietly like a kitten.

***

"I think we can walk through this now, everyone is heading in that direction, there might be shelter or a hospital somewhere nearby." Evan tiredly looked down at (Y/n), trying to add a little hope to his broken voice.

They had been sat on this car for an hour or more and they couldn't wait much longer. Evan had kept watch of (Y/n)'s leg and her lower chest where he knew she had a puncture wound and both were leaking blood like a slow but steady river that trailed over the side of the car and dribbled down into the dusty caramel coloured water.

He needed to get her to a hospital before she lost too much blood or got an infection or something worse happened. They were safe but isolated here. There had to be a hospital or a make shift hospital nearby.

And (Y/n) agreed, she was growing tired and the longer they stayed here, the less likely she was going to be to move.

"Alright you two, we're going to find some help, wait there for a moment."

Evan sat Bella back down next to Christopher before he shuffled to the edge of the car and slowly slid down into the lapping water, annoyed that he was just starting to dry off and now he was going to be cold and sodden and sticky again.

The water barely reached his knees and it was thinning out by the second.

"Come here bud," Chris smiled and reached out for Evan's arms, letting him pick him up and slide him into the water as gently as he could in case anything sharp was hiding beneath. "Can you walk through this?"

"I think so."

"Good. Sweetheart, you ready?"

A tepid smile mixed with a grimace twisted on (Y/n)'s lips and she shuffled to the edge and looped her arms around Evan's neck. She took a moment to kiss his jaw and bury her face in his neck before she nodded and let him do the work. His hands were tight and secure on her hips and he pulled her closer, leaning her weight on his chest until he could lower her down into the water.

(Y/n) could barely feel her right leg. It was like an awkward sense of pins and needles but it didn't hurt, her leg felt like it was under anaesthetic, it was limp and felt thick and puffy and loose like it was disconnected. She had to lean all of her weight onto her left leg and loop her hands around Evan's bicep to make sure she didn't fall, but she was upright.

She would shuffle and hobble through the water, she had to.

"Baby girl come here so I can get you." Evan wrapped his free arm around Bella and swiftly picked her up from the car but the moment he leaned down to try and put her in the water, she screamed. A horrid, ungodly sound left her lips and rickoted through Evan's ears and make him wince and shriek in response.

"No daddy no! D-don't let me go! DADDY NO!"

Bella started to bash her tiny fists into Evan's chest so much she was starting to hurt him and each scream resonated through his ears until he had to shout her name to get her attention.

He pressed his hand against the back of her head, tangling his fingers into her crimped hair as he pressed his lips against her forehead to shush her.

"Okay baby girl, it's okay. I'll just carry you, shh you're safe I promise. Daddy's got you."

He didn't want to carry her all this way, as much as Evan loved holding carrying and cuddling his little girl, this was different. He had (Y/n) to think about, she could barely stand up and hobbling through this was going to be a big trek for her. Evan had been hoping the kids would walk beside him and he could either carry (Y/n) or at least take her weight and keep lifting her so she didn't have to move as much.

But he couldn't put Bella down, not in this state. God, she was never going to get a bath again.

They didn't know how far they trecked through the water slugging around their ankles. They didn't know how many people they had passed or how many bodies floated in the water nearby. No one could count the amount of cars, trees, electrical items, bikes, cupboards and shoes that had floated past them.

But each of them were getting tired.

Evan couldn't keep walking for much longer, his head and his heart could go on for miles because of the three people who were depending on him, but his body was past its limit.

He had Chris clinging to his left leg, one arm curled around his leg and the other hand was in his pocket so he stayed close and kept himself upright. Bella was asleep in his arm, her legs curled up on his chest and her head lolled on his shoulder. It was a relief she was asleep because neither parent wanted her to witness or remember the violent, horrifying images that were surrounding them.

And then there was (Y/n), both her arms around Evan's neck, her head tucked into his chest and her body stooped over. Her left leg was limp and useless now, she was dragging her foot behind her collecting mud and grime like a hoarder. Evan took half her weight and she hopped on her good leg or dragged her foot and shuffled awkwardly through the sludge.

It seemed like forever until the road actually became visible and the water drained away into a clear, if wrecked, street.

They had been given directions to the nearest hospital and all of them had been praying for some sort of vehicle to pass by and give them a lift but they had no such luck. They had to keep walking until they found what they were looking for.

"Evan… I can't," (Y/n) couldn't even voice what she was feeling or tell him what she wanted or needed. All she could do was stare up at her husband, her firefighter, her saviour, and bite her lip.

She wanted to sleep, she wanted to sit down and have a nap and wake up all better and patched up with this event far behind them in their past with their future ahead of them. But the longer they walked, the less sure (Y/n) was that she would be okay after all of this. She just wanted to stop.

"Bella, baby girl, there's no more water. I need you to walk with us, stay right between my legs if you want and hold onto me, but I have to carry mummy now."

Evan woke her up gently and peppered kisses all over her face to brighten her up and make sure she knew everything was alright. There was no water anywhere in sight to frighten her and make her cling to him in fear of drowning. He didn't care if she walked with Chris, walked between his legs or right behind him holding onto his other leg like Chris. Just as long as she walked so he could carry (Y/n).

Bella began to whimper and squirm but Evan didn't give her chance to panic, he crouched down with (Y/n) doubling over and leaning on him, and placed their daughter on her feet. She stood firmly on the floor, panic and uncertainty in her eyes before Chris reached a free hand down to hold her hand.

"Up you go sweetheart, this will be the safest way for your leg." He crouched and turned his back towards (Y/n), wiggling his brows to make her smile and lighten the mood.

He didn't want to carry her on his chest when he had a feeling Bella would stay in front of him. He couldn't carry her bridal style because it would be too awkward and he could hurt her leg. But a piggy back ride was the next best thing, he could keep her safe and still see where he was going and her leg would just dangle over his hip. He wouldn't be in reach of the glass to knock or disturb it.

With a smile that showed how weak and disorientated she felt, (Y/n) looped her arms around her husband's neck and let his hands hold her thighs. He scooped her up with ease and settled her on his torso before he straightened up and nodded at the kids to start walking.

"Off we go."

Somehow, Evan felt safer, more secure and had a slight boost of energy and adrenaline with (Y/n) on his back. He had her safe in his hold and he didn't have to watch her struggle and hobble, he had been desperate to carry her and now he could, he felt better. Despite the discomfort in his ribs that he was sure were broken and the dizzy feeling clouding his head, he pushed forward.

He had his wife on his back, Chris clinging to his leg and his daughter waddling slowly between his legs, holding Chris's hand for safety and reassurance.

The sun started to set behind the horizon when the four of them slowly shuffled, hobbled and dragged their feet towards the hospital they had been dreaming about for hours.

"We made it," Evan choked through his words and he could feel the tears suddenly spilling down his face like a waterfall. They did it; they got here, it took them all afternoon and a horrid start, but they got to the hospital. Now they just needed to find someone to help them and they could get patched up and finally relax. As soon as everyone was checked over and (Y/n) was taken care of, Evan could calm down.

He would think, breathe, eat, sleep, cry, when his wife was tended to and out of medical danger.

"You did it baby," (Y/n) whispered quietly in his ear and kissed the junction of his neck behind his ear and jaw. She felt him shiver beneath her touch and she nuzzled her cheek into his shoulder. It was hard to fight off the sleep that was fighting to win the battle.

"Cap, it's good to see you," Eddie patted Bobby on the shoulder and managed a bright smile despite the day's work that had unfolded. Staying at the hospital had kept him busy and being a temporary medic was a delightful change for Eddie. He felt a little more useful here than he had back there in the water a few hours earlier.

But whatever Bobby was about to say drowned out into static when Eddie looked just beyond him.

"Oh my God!" Eddie's fingers dug into Bobby's shoulder and he ended up yanking him down a little before he suddenly let go and bolted past the hospital reception that was crammed with people.

He stumbled down the path, his heart beating frantically against his ribs causing the vein in his neck to pulse and make him feel faint.

What had he done?

Why did he drop Christopher off with them this morning? Why did he add such extra pressure on the two most important people to him? He should have found some other childcare for Christopher, he shouldn't have turned up out of the blue and landed them with him. They looked like they had all been through the heart of the storm and then some. Why did he give them the added pressure of Christopher?

If he didn't they might have gone somewhere else on their day trip than wherever they took the kids.

Eddie didn't know what to do when he reached them. He wasn't sure whether to grab his son and hold onto him for dear life, check over Bella, confiscate Buck and wrap him up in a hug or take (Y/n) and carry her through reception. He froze in front of them all, his arms paralysed out in front of him as he couldn't make up his mind on what to do.

"Daddy!" Christopher let go of Bella's hand and stumbled forward, making the decision for him as he threw himself into Eddie's waiting arms.

"Oh, Christopher, are you okay?" He didn't look like he had been through the tsunami, he looked more like he had gone swimming in the sea than through a horrific natural disaster. "Buck, I- hey girlie, oh it's okay." Eddie kept one arm around his son but his free arm looped around Bella when she ran across to him and grabbed his leg.

"Uncle Eddie,"

She couldn't hold her dad properly when he was carrying (Y/n) and she was desperate for comfort. If she couldn't have Evan, she was sure as Hell going to have her uncle Eddie instead. Her little arms stretched up and grabbed at Eddie's neck until he understood and picked her up, holding her against his chest when she began to cry.

"Buck, what happened? Chimney I need help over here!" Bobby bypassed Eddie and stood in front of Evan whose legs were starting to wobble as floods of tears poured down his face.

"Buck, God where were you?" Chimney tried to look him in the eye but he wouldn't look at any of them, all Evan could do was cry, keeping his gaze down to his feet. "Stretcher! (Y/n) I'm gonna check you over real quick then we'll get you inside and patched up, okay?"

"Hm,"

She couldn't open her eyes any longer, her face nuzzled into Buck's neck again and her arms squeezed lightly around his neck. It took all her effort to smooth her fingertips over Evan's chest to let him know that he was okay and they had made it.

Chimney patted his hands all down her back, felt her ribs in case they were broken and observed the puncture wound in her lower chest that wasn't extensive but it would definitely need stitches. But when he looked down at her right leg, his lips rolled together and he eyed Bobby with uncertainty. Her leg was extremely discoloured from the cut off circulation, blood was still dribbling slowly down her leg and the glass could have any number of infections on it that could penetrate her soft tissue and cause damage.

She had to get into theatre now before her leg became unsavable.

"Pulse is good but her breathing is shallow and her leg is in bad shape, that glass needs to come out now and the blood supply needs to be reconnected before the leg is lost." Chimney turned to find two nurses had arrived with a slightly lopsided stretcher but it would do. (Y/n) was now a high priority and she would get first admission to an operating room. "Okay (Y/n) we're going to gently ease you off of Buck and onto your stomach on this stretcher."

"Stay very still Buck, we've got her don't worry." Bobby patted Evan's shoulder before he and Chimney both got hold of (Y/n).

They moved an arm beneath her chest each and carefully held her thighs before they pulled her back. Her head fell back so slow and floppy it looked like she was a ragdoll whose neck had just broken. Her arms were lifeless and useless at her sides and she felt like jelly, one wrong move and she would split forever.

Bobby moved round and leaned backwards so (Y/n) could lay on his chest and Chimney could manouevre her legs and they lifted her up onto the stretcher. He turned her head to the side so she could still breathe properly and they placed her arms on the stretcher tucked up against her chest before Chimney gave a thumbs up for them to take her.

"Buck, buddy let's follow them inside and stay with (Y/n). You and Bella can stay close by and we will get you checked out." Bobby pressed one hand on Buck's back and the other on his chest both to check his breathing and to try and comfort him and steady him when he looked like he would keel over.

He knew Evan and Bella wouldn't want to be separated from (Y/n) and if they went now, they could stay in the closest waiting room to her and get seen by a nurse. Evan's head looked bad and he could have other multiple injuries they didn't know about.

As soon as Buck saw Eddie take the kids inside to follow (Y/n), his knees gave out.

His hands latched around Bobby's arm, his body went down with a harsh thud to the concrete floor on his knees and his breathing turned shallow and limp.

"Wow, wow! Hey, you're okay. You're all here in one piece, you're all gonna be okay. Come here," Bobby spoke with a calm and unusually soft voice like melted butter and he pulled Evan into his chest when he didn't refuse the contact. He let Evan tuck his face into his shoulder, switching between little panting breaths and big gasps before he let out a shrill cry that sounded like his throat had been scratched raw.

"I- I got them all here. They're all safe," Evan started to rock himself back and forth until Bobby and Chimney both did the same, holding onto him and checking his vitals at the same time.

"You did it Buck. You did it."

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Not What You Expected - A Joel Miller Story

dad!Joel x f!reader

Joel Miller masterlist

They're still acclimating to life with baby Miller, a far cry from how they first met.

warnings | 18+ canon-typical violence, angst-ish, mostly fluff tho

a/n | another installation in the Unexpected Expectings universe after much request! This can certainly be read as a standalone, but it's much more fun alongside the other pieces in this world :)

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“She just spit up on me again, didn’t she?”

“Just a little. Here, I’ll get it.” Ellie huffs while she steps behind the girl to wipe off her shoulder where Libby just dribbled her breakfast. Perhaps not surprisingly, Ellie has been as hands on as she can be with her little sister, helping out at bath times, feeding her, reading to her. But she draws the line at changing diapers.

She sighs, stepping out from behind Ellie and leaning against the crib to take in the sight of her gently bouncing Libby in her arms, making ridiculous faces at her wide-eyed little sister and murmuring nonsense.

“You’re pretty cute, huh, Libs? That must come from your mom’s side because it sure as shit doesn’t come from Joel.” She can’t help but laugh at Ellie’s little jab, but, having just come into the doorway to the nursery, Joel seems to feel a bit differently, clearing his throat as he frowns at the girl.

“Kid, I’d rather that one’s first word isn’t some kind of swear, huh? Watch yourself.” It’s obviously lighthearted as Joel’s lips crook into half a grin and he shuffles over to Ellie to gently take Libby from her arms. Even after ten months, she’s still not over the sight of Joel Miller with a baby, with their baby, perched on his hip, his broad palm cupping her back. Ellie doesn’t seem over it either, snorting as she watches Joel rock side to side.

“Easy, killer. Gonna knock someone out with the blinding ray of sunshine you’ve turned into.” Joel scowls over the top of Libby’s head at Ellie who has dissolved into laughter, glancing over at his woman to see that she is also giggling. Not wanting to be left out, Libby lets out a shriek, bouncing her tiny fist against Joel’s cheek. He’s quick to smack kisses to her little fingers, grumbling as he does it.

“You three are gonna kill me, goddamn.”

“With the way you two talk, Libby’s gonna be swearing like a sailor before she can even walk.” Both Joel and Ellie grin at her exasperated look, Ellie sidling up next to her to swing her arm over her shoulder.

“You’re no better. Heard you let out a few choice words in the kitchen the other day when you dropped her bottle.” She huffs at Ellie’s smug look, nudging into her side.

“Alright, alright, kid. Don’t you have a shift starting soon?” Ellie glances at her watch, sighing.

“Ah, fuck.”

“Ellie.” Both she and Joel gripe at her words. Ellie just shrugs, already hustling out of the nursery to get to the stables. With the sound of the front door closing, they look at each other, shaking their heads. Some things never change.

Joel sighs, moving over to the rocking chair and sitting down with a groan as he shifts Libby to cradle her in his arms. She slips behind the chair to lean with her palms on his shoulders, smiling down at their girl who’s quickly dozing in her dad’s hold. She lays a kiss to his temple, and Joel cranes his neck to look at her questioningly.

“What was that for?” She shrugs, grinning crookedly at him.

“Nothing, my ray of sunshine.” She tries to quiet her laughs, not wanting to startle Libby awake, while Joel scowls at her teasing.

“Hey, ain’t the only one softening up, darlin.” She raises a brow at him and he smirks.

“Still remember when I met you. Practically feral, woman. Now look at you. Being all sweet. Wearing my clothes.” She scoffs as she thumbs the collar of the flannel, his flannel, that she’s wearing.

“Oh this? I just wear this whenever I think Libby’s gonna spit up. Better yours than mine, Miller.” He huffs at that as she snickers. She squeezes his shoulder as she continues.

“I may have softened a little. But if I’m remembering that day we met correctly, I did nearly kill you, so you better watch it, sunshine.” Joel chuckles lightly, still gently rocking their girl who is completely out now.

“Mm, I remember alright. Was pissed as hell at the time. But I can say this now – was the hottest thing I ever saw.” They both laugh, their minds now swirling with the memory.

With ten years come and gone, they can both still remember the day they met, clear as anything. Oh, how things have changed.

…

Boston QZ, 2016

He’s exhausted. Another day on burn detail, another day hustling pills to soldiers. The only bright spot, if you could call it that, is the deal he’s working on with Bill and Frank. He and Tess had managed to get their hands on a generator in one of the old apartment buildings, taking it apart to transport to Bill and Frank who had been having some trouble with their own. In return, Joel and Tess had been promised new guns, and ammo, something hard to come by unless you were with FEDRA or those damn fireflies. They’re planning to go in two days. Until then, he’s been keeping the parts under the floorboards in their apartment, so when he gets back to their place that night, Tess still out on some work detail, and lifts the boards to find the parts gone, Joel’s mind reels.

Racking his brain for any possible reason the parts could be moved, he lets out a quiet curse in frustration. He comes up with nothing and the word thief starts to blare through his mind like an alarm. His fingers rest on the hilt of the knife he keeps tucked in his belt as his eyes scan over the apartment. He tries not to let out a chuckle when he sees it. The closet by the door. He and Tess always left it open, didn’t keep anything in it. It’s closed firmly now. Got him.

He moves gingerly over to the closet, drawing out his knife as his hand settles on the doorknob. Before he can swing it open, however, someone is bursting out, knocking him to the ground, his knife skittering across the floor. He can’t get a good look at him as they tumble on the ground, hands at each other’s necks as they roll for dominance. He manages to pin the other man to the ground, but is shocked into stillness by what he sees. He is a she. She sneers at him, a toothy grin.

“Not what you expected, huh, Miller?” Before he can pick his jaw up off the floor, she’s kneeing him hard in the groin, effectively toppling him over as she pins him with her hands around his neck. He grabs at her hands, but she’s strong, stronger than she looks, pressing hard into the sides of his throat and making him gasp for air. He has seen her before, on a few work details, but he had no idea she had this kind of fight in her. It’s all he can do to choke out his question.

“You with Robert?” She laughs hard at that, fingers flexing in the sides of his throat.

“Hardly. His little band of idiots wouldn’t have the brain cells for this.” It’s getting harder for Joel to breath, black spots starting to fuzz his vision. She leans a little closer, unwavering gaze holding him still.

“You got two options here. Number one, you let me in on whatever little business you got going with Tess and I don’t kill you right now. Number two, I kill you and take your parts and your radio and figure it out myself.” He can’t help the wheezing laugh he coughs out. This woman has some serious balls. She doesn’t seem to like that though, her grip around his neck tightening until he really can’t breathe anymore, his legs flailing uselessly on the floor.

“That mean you’d prefer option two?” He shakes his head as best he can in her grip, trying to choke out the word no, and she seems to understand, releasing his neck but keeping him pinned with a forearm across his chest. Joel takes several heaving breaths, trying to clear the haze that had crept into his mind. The first real thought he has as oxygen returns to his brain is that she has pretty eyes. Angry, but pretty.

“I’m not letting you up until I hear you say it.” He takes a few more steadying breaths before he responds.

“I’ll let you in on our business. But you try any shit like this again, I’ll be quicker next time and you won’t get so lucky.” She huffs a laugh at that, finally letting up and sitting back on her haunches as Joel sits up. He rubs tenderly at his neck, wincing at the already forming bruises and muttering to himself.

“You got a grip on you, woman, goddamn. Some first impression.” He’s surprised when she holds out her hand to him. He’s more surprised that he actually takes it, shaking her hand lightly as she smirks at him, telling him her name.

“Figured I’d have to do things a little unorthodox to work with you two. And hey, looks like it worked.” All he can do is shake his head at this woman who has so suddenly become his business partner.

…

Jackson, 2026

“I was going easy on you. Caught me off guard. And you were pretty, even then. Didn’t wanna mess up your face.” She scoffs, nudging him in his side as they stand in front of the crib, watching their sleeping girl.

“Oh yeah? Tell that to the bruises you had on your neck for the next, what was it? Three weeks? Totally going easy on me, uh-huh, so easy you let me nearly crush your windpipe.” Joel huffs around a grin.

“Suppose that’s another thing our girl gets from you. You ladies sure know how to make an entrance.” She stifles her laugh behind her hand as they both dip out of the nursery. Before she can get too far down the hall, Joel slips a lazy palm around her one hip, turning her back toward him and smearing a brazen kiss across her lips, pulling away with a wet smack that makes her eyes widen. He just grins.

“What the hell was that for?” Joel keeps his one hand cupping her hip, the other coming up to stroke along the arc of her jaw as he sighs.

“All this talk of you crushing my windpipe has got me worked up, darlin. Take pity on a poor man, huh?” She lets out a sputtering laugh at his words, but he’s quick to silence her with another kiss, licking into her mouth like a heathen. She pulls back with a gasp, lightly smacking his chest as he gives her a smug smile.

“Watch it, Miller. Or I’ll have to finish what I started ten years ago.” He shakes his head.

“Has it really been ten years? Christ– that’s hard to believe.” She rakes her fingers through his hair as she hums at his words.

“I know. How the hell did we end up here, huh?” He sighs, glancing back into the nursery.

“No clue, darlin. I think you’re the one bit of luck I got in this fucked-up world.” Her fingers still, hands sliding down to wrap behind his neck. She can feel tears welling up hot and fast in her eyes, and to keep them at bay she steals another kiss from him, quick and chaste that leaves them both smiling.

“I’m glad I didn’t kill you, Joel.” He squeezes her hip, still smiling like a fool.

“I love you, darlin. Thank you.”

“What? For not killing you?”

“No. I mean– yes, that too. But, thank you for sticking with me. Fuck– for giving me all this. Just, thank you.” His thumb brushes away a rogue tear that has dripped down her cheek and she sighs under his touch.

“Well, now you’re just trying to make me cry, goddamn it.”

“Hmm, look who’s soft now, darlin.” She smacks his chest as he laughs at her exasperated expression, tugging her into a tight hug. She murmurs lowly into his shirt.

“I love you too, Joel. Love you so much.” They stay like that for a while, his arms wrapped firmly around her, her cheek pressed right over his heart. They’re finally broken out of their quiet moment by the sound of fussy coos coming from the nursery. Joel sighs, pulling away and squeezing her shoulders.

“I’ve got it, mama.”

“You sure? She probably needs a diaper change.”

“I’m sure I can handle that. You should get some rest, were up half the night after all.” She slackens under his touch, nodding lightly as he’s already moving back into the nursery.

She goes to head downstairs, but quickly stops when she hears him start to talk in a soft murmur to Libby. It’s a voice Joel won’t use if he knows anyone else is around, she had only caught him talking in it a few times to their girl, gentle and low. Ellie would have a field day if she heard him.

“Hey, baby girl. Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?” She slides along the wall, stopping just outside the doorway to the nursery to listen in as Joel continues talking to Libby. She can hear Libby’s sweet babblings as Joel keeps murmuring to her.

“My girl’s a talker, aren’t you? Get that from your mama. Woman’s got a mouth on her, let me tell you. One of the things I like best about her. But don’t tell her I said that.” She presses her hand to her mouth, keeping in her giggle at his ramblings.

“I know your sister’s been trying to get you to say her name, but I’d really like it if your first word is mine. Also may have a little bet going with her, but I’ll split the winnings with you if you just say my name first.” She makes a mental note to smack both him and Ellie later for their “little bet,” but continues listening as Libby’s babbling picks up. Joel lets out a laugh.

“That’s it, baby girl. Just string ‘em together. Da-da. I know you can do it. Whip-smart just like your mama, huh?” Libby’s babbling continues, still just nonsense sounds and syllables. Joel sighs.

“Gonna do it in your own time, huh? Think you get that from me. That’s alright, baby girl. Ready whenever you are.” She figures he’s picking her up again from the hesitant coos Libby lets out, Joel quick to shush her.

“I got you, my girl. It’s ok. I got you.” She rests her temple against the wall outside the doorway, closing her eyes and continuing to listen to his gentle words to their girl.

“Love you so much, baby girl. Your mama loves you just as much, and your sister, even if she is already corrupting you. You’ve got all of us on your team, my girl. We’ve got you.”

She smiles to herself. It’s been a long ten years, most of it bad, some of it good. But they really have made a little team for themselves, a little family. It’s certainly not what she expected when she went into business with Joel Miller, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

#unexpected expectings #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller au #tlou fanfiction #the last of us #tlou #joel miller one shot

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punkassfrance · 7 months

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Wolf Material - Abby x Reader (Drabble, Kinktober Day 3 - Boot Worship)

MDNI, 18+ ONLY Abby usually leaves the initiation to the higher-ups. One of the new recruits catches her eye, and she decides she needs to make sure they're WLF material. This work contains boot licking (the fun kind), hazing, bullying if you want to look at it that way, mild dom/sub, and sexual tension. No actual sex.

My first time writing for Abby! I've gained an appreciation...but most of the month will be Joel and Tess lol. Enjoy Abby psychologically tormenting reader for a bit! Thanks to @djarrex for the Halloween divider!

“Come on, rookie.” Abby smirks, far too amused by the situation, leaning back on her bed. Her foot sticks out, rocking back and forth on the heel of a thick boot.

“I don’t…this isn’t an actual initiation thing, is it?” You stutter, looking down at the floor between you and her black combat boot.

She bites the inside of her cheek, looking to the door to her room for a moment before looking back at you. “Call it a hazing. Come on, you’re not gonna chicken out on me, are you? Takes a lot of guts to join the WLF. Pretty pathetic to draw the line here.”

It’s a long few seconds of internal debate. Dark blue eyes are on you, you can feel them, but you can’t look away from the canvas elephant in the room.

“You don’t want me telling everyone the rookie’s a chicken, do you? Gotta be brave to be one of us.” She knows what she’s doing, damnit. There’s no way she does something this sadistic to every new recruit. No, she must have pegged you the second she saw you. She saw your eyes trailing over her biceps, she noticed when you stared at her lips as she gave you a tour of the compound. Clearly, she’s teasing you. This is just a cruel prank to play on someone with a crush.

Either that, or she’s just kinky.

You look up to her eyes, hesitating for a moment before sinking to your knees.

“There you go.” She sits up, arms coming up to brace against the frame of the bunk bed. “Rest comes naturally.”

As you stare down at her boot, imposing, threatening, she leans in. You’re wondering if this is worth losing your dignity over, but the thought dissolves as her fingers lift your chin to meet her eye.

“You know what else is important if you wanna be a wolf?”

You don’t dare break eye contact. She’s demanded it from you, and you’re not willing to deny her. Swallowing hard, you shake your head.

She grabs your hair, keeping a gentle hold on the roots and guiding your face down to her boot.

“Humility.”

You gasp, now inches away from her shoelaces. She’ll force you down, but you have to take the last step.

“How are you gonna be a good soldier for the WLF if you can’t even be good for me? Come on-” she purrs. “...show me you can submit.”

Steeling yourself, you take a quick, shuddering breath.

You want to do this. She wants you to do this. What’s left?

Slowly, like she’ll kick if you startle her, you lick a thick stripe up the toe of her boot. It’s clean, thankfully, if a bit dusty- you barely register it. If you focus, you think you can hear a barely audible moan from Abby. She covers it with a sigh, letting go of your hair.

“Was that so hard?”

You’re busy staring into the pattern of her canvas boot, struggling to breathe, when she takes a fistful of your shirt collar and hauls you up to her level.

“Welcome to the WLF, rookie.”

Hope you liked it! I might write more for Abby in the future- I just loved the idea of punk-ish Abby with scary boots c: Check out my about me, masterlist, or my AO3!

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serenhoshi · 1 year

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𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while! I was working for my finals, and now that I’m done I can post again!

Here is the beginning of the “Ateez as your boyfriend” series, I haven’t done all the members of seventeen yet, but I’m working on it as well, it’ll come very soon!

So, Kim Hongjoong!

based on his mbti, the man is a lover of love

he is a hopeless romantic, and has a crush 24/7

he loves having a crush, daydreaming a bit about the person that attracted him

it kind of frees him from his busy everyday life

it inspires him for some of his lyrics as well?? (like i know ateez songs are about rebellion and stuff but i’m sure that this man right here has many romantic and cheesy songs about his ex-lover(s) or/and crushes)

anyways, so as I said, he has a crush on basically anyone

he never truly expects anything, like no relationship whatsoever, he really just enjoys the feeling of liking someone

so when he has a crush one you, he doesn’t expect much from it

maybe he saw you at a museum or in a shop or whatever

and he double-checked you like “oh- oh, they look great” (in his head ofc)

and maybe he liked your vibe, your outfit, whatever

he ended up giving you quick looks during your whole visit (if it’s a museum), like a shy kid

he knows he won’t see you again anyway because of his work, and [insert city name] is a big city, so he makes sure he memorizes you well

it really sounds weird but like

he WILL write about you, so he needs to remember details to talk about in his lyrics

As soon as he got home, he started writing his song, it was very quick lmao

so when he was done, he was satisfied and could go back to his work

until he saw you again, at the agency

his eyes opened wide and his jaw almost fell to the floor

he was clearly confused so he played it cool and ignored you as if he never knew you in the first place

like “damn, that not how it always goes”

but turns out you had to work together, because you were in charge of the production of some music videos, so you had to meet with the members to talk about the aesthetic and the mood of the songs, and what to tell in the video

the members quickly saw that hongjoong was acting weirdly around you

like during a meeting, anytime you looked at him he would look away from you, anytime he spoke up his ears would turn red because he knew you were watching him

so they mocked him lmao

and he threatened them back

but they’re ateez, they don’t really care, so they continued

until it got to you

you heard the members being like “hongjoong-hyung have you seen y/n’s haircut today? oh i’m sure you have right?”

“remember when he drew them?? in a cartoon-ish way, it looked cute tho”

“yeah, i want you to draw me too!- why not? is it because they’re your crush and i’m not??”

you were very confused and curious at the same time

so one time your curiosity took over, and you called hongjoong after a meeting with the members (ofc they mocked him when they heard you call him lmao)

you blutly asked if there was someting going on, because you heard stuff from the members, and you needed to know if you had done something wrong, or is they were mocking you for something. not even once considering he could actually like you

he would giggle shyly, hiding his face with his hand

and then he was fully honest with you

he said in a suprisingly confident way, that he hoped something would develop between the two of you, because he really appreciates you

and he asked you on a date btw

i know right

he couldn’t believe it either

the date went very well, you went to the cinema and then ate at the convenience store bcs you were hungry

it was very fun! and both of you started to get attached to each other

you got close very fast, you saw each other a lot at dates, your appartment, or his recording studio

you would just mess around a lot, laugh, eat, sleep, whatever

at some point he just HAD to tell you how much he loved you

you were both in his studio, you had drank a bit, hongjoong more than you, to give himself a bit of courage

he played the song he made after meeting you for the first time

the silence was pressuring to him, while you listened attentively to the song

then you looked at him, confused at what it meant (not really understanding that it was about you)

so he told you

his confession was a bit clumsy, he wanted to do well but he was too stressed, so stressed that he stuttered a lot

but it was also very sincere, his eyes did not leave you, the light reflecting in them made them look so bright and passionate that your heart started speeding up

when he finally said “i love you”, you smiled, and giggled like a child

his eyes were still on you, and you felt your ears burn and redden

you told him that you loved him too, in a quieter voice, shy to let the three words out

he smiled widely, he heard what you said, but he just had to tease you a bit

so he came closer, his face inches away from yours

“what did you say?”

so you said it again, with a tiny pout on your lips

and he kissed you right after

Now, let’s see how the pirate king is as a boyfriend :D

i’m sure that even though he keeps showing his hate for physical touch on TV, he actually loves it

but only with you :)

when he gets home from work he comes to you and kisses you on the forehead, a hand holding your waist or caressing your back

will get grumpy if you don’t accept taking a bath with him >:(

while watching tv he either holds your hand or puts it on your thigh

same when he drives

loves spending special evenings or afternoons with you

like you both going shopping, taking pictures and enjoying the city

or discovering the new pet cafe <3

maybe an evening customizing some of your clothes, sat on the floor of the living room, with some 2000s songs playing in the back

or you dyeing his hair !

you also cook together at least 2 to 3 times a week

because you’re both bad at cooking but you want to get better

at first it was chaotic, now it’s better

having hongjoong as a boyfriend also means being a new parent for ateez

some of the members (like wooyoung and mingi) will call you mom as a joke

when they come to the appartment (randomly most of the time), you’ll have to handle them with your boyfriend, as much as you can

but hongjoong’s patience is so low you end up handling them yourself while he tries to beat up yunho in the back

hongjoong really has no patience, in your relationship its better

but he still gets angry easily

luckily, he doesn’t give you the silent treatment, he directly confronts you about what he thinks and what made him upset

very jealous, protective, and a bit possessive as well

at first it annoyed you a lot, so you told him and now he controls himself better

but he still always has a hand around your waist during social events, just so people know that you’re taken

i think that hongjoong “weak” side would be how shy he is when it comes to compliment you

he shows support through actions, he encourages anything you do in life and makes sure you know how proud he is of you

but its always hard for him to put it into words

when you’re not here he can describe you with the most loving words, and praise you as if you were a goddess (which you are for him)

but once you’re there he just giggles and smiles like a child

if you get prepared for an important event for example, and you arrive with a gorgeous outfit, beautifully done hair and all that

he’ll stop moving (maybe even breathing) for a while, his cheeks as red as cherries

and then he’ll hug you lovingly, maybe kiss you if you don’t have lipstick on

it is very rare for him to put it into words

maybe if you get married he’ll finally praise you while you’re here, in front of him? ;)

anyways we’re done here :)

smutty part below!

I don’t think hongjoong ever had sex before you

or if he did it was with some one night stands he doesn’t remember

but still he was quite shy during your first time

he wouldn’t dare look at you at first, both because he thinks his face would go fully red, and because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable

he still touches you a lot, a bit awkwardly at first because it wasn’t the same with no clothes on anymore :’)

might stare a bit even though he tries to control himself so you don’t feel too oppressed lmao

moans a lot, he can’t stay quiet, even when you’re just making out

no matter what position you’re in, he likes having a hand in your hair, caressing it as if praising you for whatever you were both doing

he talks quite a lot too

saying how he feels, asking you questions to make sure you’re okay, it’s like he says each and every thoughts that goes in his mind

“woah,, again please”

“do you like it that way? should i go on?”

“moan again for me honey”

“you can’t keep your hands to yourself, huh?”

ofc he has to be a tease when he feels the most confident

i feel like he’s a switch, but still more on the dominant side

like he goes sub mode when you ask him to, but the rest of the time hes dominant

prefers doing it in bed, in your shared bedroom

maybe sometimes in the living room or in the bathroom, but never out of the appartment, even for a quickie

(so making him horny outside of home is very fun to watch, because he cannot do anything on the spot, and just glares at you while hiding his bulge as much as he can)

even tho he is a dom, i think he likes it when you ride him

he loves watching you on top of him

but still orders you around with his hands on your hips, his fingers tracing on your stretch marks

overall he has a great stamina, he could go for 2 rounds easily, maybe 3 sometimes :)

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ladyluscinia · 6 months

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Izzy, Bottles, and Apologies

Izzy's arc in S2 has been a wild ride.

The S1 Izzy enjoyers are feeling vindicated as hell, many people are fully revising their opinion of him, and the people still hating him have a new criticism or off the wall theory daily. David Jenkins LOVES Izzy and is having the time of his life trying to make sure everyone else does too. They had Con O'Neill sing in drag!

And naturally I have thoughts.

This is gonna be a two part post, I think. First, as much as people are celebrating Izzy having realized his arc and come into his own - from the singing to the apparent BlackBonnet shipping - there are some threads they could pull on that might reveal more arc to come. And I am really hoping they pull them, so I'm gonna tell you why you should too!

And second, I have some minor points I dislike and concerns that this might be the end of the arc. Which would be disappointing but I think I get why, so I'm gonna discuss that too.

To start...

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"How are you handling all this so well?"

Here's the thing about S2 Izzy - while I need to be clear his behavior is not OOC or inconsistent with S1, it is happening rather fast. I'm pretty sure that has a lot to do with out of universe reasons I'll get into later, but in-universe it stands out. Now, he's hardly the only one operating on an accelerated schedule - the timeline for this season is an insanely fast not-even-two-weeks - but Izzy's defining struggle in S1 was fear of change. That was the cause of his friction with Edward, and what made him an antagonist in the first place.

In S2 he's gone through a lot of trauma, yes, but that fear is noticeably less present than I would expect.

Izzy in 2x06 has been cleaned up from his sobbing mess phase for just over 48 hours and he faces Edward with a joke, and then that night sings a moving French serenade to the crew. The next morning he's teasing them about finally hooking up and spends the day offering both Stede and Edward relationship advice.

He's a newly realized man... shedding repression and embracing who he could be. Accepting his breakup with Edward and trying to openly support the relationship that's better for him.

It's fun!

It's also, potentially, a bit of a flag. Maybe not a red one, not yet, but... pink-ish? A bit orange?

Let's look a little closer at those frayed edges.

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"Well, you see, I have a system..."

There's an exchange from right at the start of the Pilot episode that has echoed through the entire series so far:

"Bottle it up?" -> "No, Frenchie! No, that's the worst thing you could do!"

Not talking to other people, not addressing your traumas... that's the kind of shit that just builds and builds inside you. When the cork eventually pops, the resulting damage can be a lot. Look at the finale of S1, where all of Stede's bottled up guilt and insecurities laid waste to his relationship with Edward, and then inadvertently became the first domino in the Kraken.

S2 is quick to bring this scene back into the forefront. The first time we see the Breakup Boat crew talking in 2x01, Frenchie reveals that "Bottle it up?" wasn't just a random comment he made, but a philosophy of his:

"Ah - well, you see, I have a system for dealing with all the terrible things I've seen. There's a box, in my mind, and I put the things in the box, I lock the box, and then I don't open it again. Works like a charm."

Apparently, Frenchie is the only one it actually seems to be working for.

Now, the show has been drawing some interesting lines between Frenchie and Izzy. From both serving as Blackbeard's First Mate to being frequently shown as a duo - tormenting Navy guys together on Sunday's raid, Frenchie holding Izzy's hand, Frenchie leaning on Izzy's leg in the cell, Frenchie behind him raising the flag in 2x05 - it's fitting that Izzy echoes Frenchie's preferred coping method. First he frames the non-acknowledgement of harm from Edward as just... part of piracy. He's a pirate, so he's fine with it.

And then we get Izzy's little whittled shark reveal and the conversation with Lucius about his leg:

"I don't know what you're talking about. Shark did this... dangling my legs over the side of the ship. Served me right, too."

Lucius calls him out on the unhealthy behavior, and Izzy concedes his point:

"O-kay, that seems healthy. Using a bit of fiction to help cover up your trauma." -> "Yeah, well... not moving on is worse. Twatty."

And to give him credit, he's right in his advice to Lucius. Filling his sketchbook with pages and pages of Blackbeard trauma is Lucius's form of bottling it up - thinking in endless recursive circles about his tumble off the ship and everything that followed. We already know chasing revenge instead of living is bad - Jim and Spanish Jackie established it last season, and Pete just echoed them. When Izzy advises Lucius to move on, that's what Lucius does.

But what Izzy is doing with the shark? That's not the same thing at all. He's lost a leg, grazed a bullet off his own head, and was snarling drunken accusations at himself in the mirror... he's not moving on from that. He's bottling it up with a nice dose of self-blame.

Cutting the legs off the unicorn for not doing it's job right and saying "served me right" about his fictional shark? There's a real dark knot of emotions there.

(Recall, too, that Edward deflected his hurt from Stede's abandonment into a "fictional character" during his chats with Lucius, and that delayed the explosion but couldn't stop it.)

So... Izzy's definitely coping with trauma in a way the show does not advise and often circles back to. Can we see any signs in 2x06 and 2x07?

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The Weight of Things Unsaid

At the very start of 2x06, Izzy gets the thing he spent all of 2x05 mentally bracing himself to never hear - an apology from Edward for his leg. He walks up to initiate conversation and begins talking like nothing has changed. Edward is back in his leathers. Appropriate, given that his penance onesie was nothing genuine, just "how long do I have to wear this fucking thing for?" And Izzy is ready for them not to address the obvious hurt, to just smooth over a few jabs and go back to normal... but even Edward's mumbled little "Sorry about your leg" is so significant and difficult he flees as soon as he gets it out, leaving Izzy to sit, incredulous, with the acknowledgement.

It's still almost definitely not enough.

There was so much between them in 2x01 - 2x03. The writers literally did BlackHands love confessions on both sides. An apology from Edward Teach - a man who historically does not apologize - is a huge first step but still only the first step. The real things unsaid are so much bigger than a leg.

We get something else, too... Edward commenting on Izzy's drinking.

"Jesus. Really putting that away, aren't ya?"

Izzy has had booze a lot this season. He lost a leg and pain meds aren't really an option, so not surprising, but notable. Edward, advocating for substance abuse to deal with bad feelings, calls him a lightweight in 2x01. When they are found with the dead seabird in 2x03, Izzy takes a pointed drink from his bottle, and then 2x04 he spends the entire episode completely plastered. He seemingly sobered up for 2x05 - probably to focus on sword training and his whittling project - but now the bottle is back again before Izzy disappears for several hours.

And a little liquid courage might explain his going all in for the Calypso's Birthday performance.

I do appreciate that the performance on it's face is something completely unexpected for Izzy, but when thinking about it... it does make sense.

We already know music and performance were available on Blackbeard's ship even before Stede. Edward learned to play shanties on the piano somewhere, and singing is a common and encouraged part of sailing culture. Izzy's choice of song to perform is something a lot more emotional, but this is probably not his first performance for a crew.

Makeup, too, is in fashion for men and women at this time, and OFMD has shown it as such before. Izzy has never worn fashion makeup, or tried to be beautiful, but the concept wouldn't be alien to him. Wee John's description of a dramatic party look might even have intrigued him specifically because Izzy has actually done "looks" before - of the terrifying "theatre of fear" kind. The Kraken did have his whole crew in makeup for their raids. Taking the opportunity to embody something a bit more vulnerable and try to bring joy to this crew that took care of him is meaningful as fuck.

And it's still a drag performance!

It's a good pair of moments - before and after Ned. Proof that all this isn't just coping method - that's not what I'm arguing here - and even if Izzy's still bottling up a lot of feelings he's not doing the same full pressure bomb thing as he did in S1. There's been growth!

(This is why the flags are only pink-ish / orange-ish right now.)

Episode 2x07 though... I'm not so sure he's doing good as much as pretending it's all good.

Showing up to make his joke in the morning is a fun moment. I especially enjoy Edward's little "fuck off" with no bite to it 🤣🤣🤣 Reminder they do live together on a ship, so this is likely not even close to the first morning-after that Izzy has gotten front row seats to. But, at least to me, there's also a very performative feeling about it. Izzy being very Look how normal I can be about you fucking your boyfriend, Ed - and Edward picks up on it too. That's why he turns to Stede and whispers "He's jealous" as Izzy walks away.

Izzy continues to make jokes and give advice through the day to our main couple, but he's... subdued. I think his fake chill also disguises that he and Edward aren't on the same page about what they discuss at the docks, hence his poor advice to "listen to it" when the "it" in question is Edward's immediate desire to run away from Stede and become a fisherman. They are talking again, but haven't resumed communicating.

I also think it's relevant that Izzy goes to try and support Stede after Edward dumps him, because we're still waiting for Stede to stop bottling things up. He doesn't talk about Badminton or feelings of inadequacy or even the babiest little olive branch to Edward about "hey my dad kinda sucked too." Edward's two exes are sitting in the bar corner together, thinking about all the shit they won't talk to him about until it kills all three of them. Exciting!

The pressure is building. It has to circle back to Stede in S3. I'm hoping at the same time, it circles back to Izzy, too.

Hoping we get to explore some of his anxiety, and his internalizing negative self-image and blame. At the moment, I think Izzy might have less gotten over his anxieties and more just let go of the wheel of his life entirely, and fortunately had people around to steer him in okay directions. It would be really interesting to explore that more.

(Even if I have some concerns they may not.)

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Subtle as a Cannonball to the Face

Izzy's character arc was always going to be a long journey - not because he was somehow morally worse than everyone else, or required particularly painstaking growth, or even because there was going to be some great need to "hold him accountable" for S1. No, it was going to be a long journey from an antagonist start for the same reason I mentioned earlier: Izzy's core struggle is fear of change.

OFMD opens with two protagonists recklessly pursuing change in ways that harm themselves, their relationships, and others, and a primary onscreen antagonist resisting change in a way that harms himself, his relationships, and others. There's no easy morality here - they all fuck up. And they all require the entire show to actually figure out the correct balance of change and growth and facing the past.

"I think the three of them are on an arc together that's pretty inseparable." - David Jenkins (Source, 9 Oct 2023)

So... why is there a chance that everything I've mentioned above is going absolutely nowhere and Izzy's arc has been wrapped up with a bow in S2?

Well.

It's late March 2022, the fandom's age is still only countable in weeks, I personally haven't even watched the pilot yet, had only even heard of the show 3 days before... and one of David Jenkins first post-finale statements is telling people to pay attention to Izzy's POV and his and Edward's love story on rewatches (Source, 25 Mar 2022), and then soon after comparing Stede to a homewrecker in Edward and Izzy's toxic marriage (Source, 15 Apr 2022). Lots of links because this stuff was available to the fandom from the start.

By the first half of May 2022 (while poor Mr. Jenkins is still anxiously trying to get his series renewed for S2, since the confirmation won't come until June 1) the takes on Izzy have soured a lot. It's not a "homophobic gay" joke anymore. Now it's "Izzy is the embodiment of colonialism who enforces a racist and homophobic ideal of Blackbeard on Edward" and "pretending Izzy could be canonically gay is homophobic" and "Izzy bought Edward as a slave from the British". Harassing anons have already started on tumblr. No first hand experience with Twitter but I've heard horror stories. These takes are spreading like wildfire through the fandom, with a heavy backing of white fans accepting and spreading anything that sounds vaguely racially-conscious as something they just missed in their privilege and need to listen to POC about. Or listen to other white fans that say they've been listening to POC.

The anchor hoist in 1x09 (that was a complete directing coincidence, as the crew confirmed in late May) is being taken as incontrovertible proof that Izzy is a violent racist, and the relatively small Izzy fandom pushing back against any of these reads is being likened to toxic fangirls declaring Kylo Ren a poor widdle victim because they think violent white guys are so hot their brains fall out. This is happening loudly and in the public forums of social media.

Can you imagine being David Jenkins right then?

This is one of your favorite little guys, who you wrote a silly little homoerotic pirate jealousy arc for. He's kinda cringefail and tends to be a dick, but you cast a guy who you think embodies him with so much sympathy and genuine emotion. You're so excited to explore his direct relationship to the main couple of your series even more. Unfortunately, you and a lot of the cast and crew are also engaging maybe a bit too much in fandom spaces, which very few of you have much familiarity with navigating as creators. AND there's still renewal stress!

If I were him, I too would consider that perhaps my intended Izzy arc was a bit too nuanced and drawn out, and maybe I needed to clear up some misconceptions as soon as I got the opportunity.

Enter S2.

MAX reduced the budget for the season significantly and it shows - particularly in the whole thing having to squeeze into 8 episodes - and I wouldn't be surprised at all if worries over a S3 renewal / S3 budget impacted S2 writing as well. Character arcs got pinched, goals had to be prioritized... and from the looks of the season, "make sure everyone knows Izzy is not a homophobic villain tormenting Edward as fast as possible" came out as a big goal.

I mean they open with a dream sequence that literally mocks the idea of a heroic Stede rescuing Edward from the dastardly Izzy. It's not subtle.

And the lack of subtlety is kind of what's concerning me.

Izzy's arc is (I think) leaving enough threads that they can extend it into S3 with the reveal he's not actually fine and done developing, but they also seem to want his S2 arc to end in a place where maybe he is. Lots of giant signs pointing to him and saying "Look! Everyone likes him!" or "Look! He's also gay!" at the expense of some of his cringefail or dickish charm. My guy had anxiety he dealt with poorly in S1, and I do think they are trying to frontload or adjust the arc so he's basically (or at least seemingly) over that before the next hiatus.

The best way I've seen it described is that the show no longer trusts the audience to pick up what they are putting down, and so they feel the need to really hammer it in. Not necessarily OOC, but definitely de-emphasizing any of his rough edges that were originally just written to not be any worse than the other characters.

This is why Izzy gets shot by Edward in the very first episode for a bunch of complicated reasons that are really good character work and not super hard to discern, but then later they have Izzy point out to Stede why he got shot twice. It's all very "look into the camera and say the themes", because to some degree they are afraid everyone is going to get easily convinced Edward shot him for calling him a namby-pamby that one time.

It makes me worried they are too afraid of misinterpretation to commit to the arc they originally conceived of, even with the finish line in sight in S3.

And, again, I get it, Mr. Jenkins. In October 2022 he made a funny quip and a boner joke on a tweet about Edward's blanket fort and the hordes descended to scream victoriously about how he was cutting down the Izzy stans for their racist infantilization crimes of thinking Izzy would *checks notes* help hold up a blanket. It's a very reasonable conclusion that this fandom cannot read and needs to be spoonfed Izzy's arc.

It just sucks that a toxic section of fandom's misinterpretations appear to have undercut a strong - and, honestly, not that complicated - character arc so much that S2's BlackBonnet arc can be about fuck ups and backsliding, but Izzy needs at least the illusion of having no flaws left come hiatus time.

#our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd meta #my meta #izzy hands ofmd #izzy hands #character arcs #ofmd 2x06 #ofmd 2x07 #and here's my associated izzy meta because i love to talk about both my blorbos lol #ladyluscinia #david jenkins

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thecorsairstardis · 4 months

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Chase

It was one of the oldest games: chase. The Toymaker had described the rules of play with great satisfaction. "You run, and I…," he lingered, enjoying the sound of the words, "…catch you."

You felt your face grow warm. You lifted your chin, defiant. "Do I get a head start?"

The Toymaker tapped a finger to his lips. He nodded sagely. "Three."

"Three? Three what? Three minutes? Three doors?"

The Toymaker smirked. "Two," he said. You caught on, wide-eyed. You scrambled for the workshop door just as behind you, the Toymaker chimed "One-!"

You slammed the door, back flat against it.

There was a knock at the door, close to your ear - the classic shave-and-a-haircut rhythm. The doorknob began to turn. Okay. Okay. Run? Run.

You threw yourself forward and fell into the first door in front of you. Then another, and another, sticking with forwards, forwards, forwards.

Four corridors down, you stopped and looked around. Endless doors ran either side of your left, and endless doors stretched on for infinity to your right. Okay. Pick one. It didn't matter which.

You opened a door. It shut behind you. You opened another. And another, weaving and choosing at random, each time ending up in a corridor identical to the one you had left. You ran back and forth, choosing left and right, forwards and backwards at random hoping to confuse and put as much distance between you and your pursuer as possible.

Even if the thought of getting caught did give you a secret little thrill.

"You can't hide from me-ee~" The Toymaker's voice rang out, clear as day, through the corridor. You dived through the next four, five, six doors, sometimes choosing left, sometimes choosing right. No matter which way you weaved, you knew that, somewhere, somehow, he followed. You knew this game could last forever; you knew he wanted it to. The Toymaker was patient. He had all the time in the world. And this one was a favourite of his. There was something traditionally indulgent about a game of chase, as he'd told you: the hunter and the hunted, the cat and the mouse. The suspense. The thrill.

You couldn't help it. You had to stop and give yourself a minute to catch your breath. You closed your eyes, taking slow breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth. Your breathing was becoming less laboured when you felt breath tickle your ear.

"Boo."

You let out a yelp and opened your eyes. There was no one there. Still, not ready to take any chances, you hurried on into the maze. Door door door, left right left left left right left. You opened the next door--

--and ran smack into the Toymaker.

You bounced off his chest, stumbling back-- and he caught you by the arm, drawing you back in. He was smiling, full of mischief and delight. "Meine kleine Liebling, how much fun you make for me!" he said, as his other hand finding and tapping a rhymth at your waist.

You couldn't help it. You giggled. You clapped a hand to your mouth and took a quick step back. The Toymaker raised his eyebrows.

"Fraulein, are you tickle-ish?"

"No," you said, far too quickly. The Toymaker was not convinced. He smiled, cat-like, and took a step towards you.

"Oh, but I zink you are ly-ing," he chimed. His hands were out, fingers wiggling. Nervous laughter bubbled inexorably up out of you; you cursed silently at your body's betrayal. You twisted, ready to run again, but gentle hands caught one of your own. You turned, and the Toymaker smiled with such innocence as he touched his fingertips to the palm of your hand. He drew a swirl with a leisurely touch. You pursed your lips, determined, refusing to break eye contact with him. He winked, and his fingertips slid up over the soft skin of your inner wrist. You bit your lip, smiling. Then he walked his fingers up your arm to your shoulder, travelling along your collar and up your neck--

You couldn't fight it any longer - you giggled, squirming at the delicate touch to sensitive skin.

"Oh," he said, and the German delight was gone, replaced with mischief, "someone's in trouble now."

A scream of laughter split the corridor as the Toymaker pounced.

You never stood a chance.

#the toymaker x reader #the toymaker x you #the toymaker #my fic

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justsome-stars · 1 month

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Not My Scene - Ranchers Duo

College/University AU - 1,500+ words

Beta read - Spell/Grammar checked

Notes: I got a prompt list from my friend, in which they were “realistic”-ish college scenarios. This one was “My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my Ex, quick make out with me.” Although, i don’t have the most writing experience with makeout scenes so. You’ve been warned.

Story after the cut!

The music reverberated and all Jimmy can think is how much he regrets being at a party, of all things he could have done with his one free weekend in MONTHS.

Listen to your brother, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. WELL THEY LIED.

Jimmy held back another groan as someone bumps into him, passing without any apologies. The red solo cup in his hands sloshed as he was pushed, spilling small bits of water onto his hands. He bites back a curse, shifting it to his other hand so he could wipe the water off onto his shirt.

He had been juggling his options for the past hour or so; Leave alone and risk his brothers being worried, Stay and be a social outcast, or Stay and try to actually blend in. The third seemed the worst of all, but what else could he do?

Taking a sip of his water, Jimmy began to inch out of a crowd, trying his best to keep the water in his cup from spilling onto someone else. People yell excitedly from the other room as the song changes, people began to dance and he felt even more squished. His wings fold in farther, making him feel small. He squeezed past one more person and moves into a smaller hallway.

People walk past, but not as close knit as the groups in the other room. Some lean against the walls, deep in slurred conversation. It makes him feel alone. Well, he was. Joel went off somewhere, saying something about how Etho was at the party and that “he was so obsessed with him,” or something of that nature. Scar had taken Grian off somewhere, which Jimmy guessed it had been to makeout. Gross.

Jimmy looks down his shoes instead of the people, taking small sips of his water. That was his mistake. His shoulder hits someone else’s, making him jump back in surprise and look up.

Teal. Teal hair and blue eyes. Jimmy knew who it was even at first glance. Scott grasped his shoulder, muttering an “Ow,” before looking up. Jimmy froze like a deer in headlights, eyes wide.

“Jimmy.” Scott spoke first, moving his hand from his shoulder. “I didn’t think you’d be here.”

“Scott—” was all Jimmy could mumble, words seeming not to find form. It wasn’t that they had ended on bad terms. The opposite, in fact. However, the awkward air between them was tangible. It lingered even 2 years after their high school “situationship” ended, nothing seemed to make it any better.

“Jimmy? You alright there?” Scott asks, head tilting to stay in his field of view. He waves a hand in front of Jimmy’s eyes with a lighthearted laugh.

Jimmy shakes back to himself, blinking repeatedly. “Sorry—Scott, Hi…” He chokes out, grasp on his water cup getting tighter. This is getting really awkward..

Scott smiles, greeting him and asking him how he’s been, but Jimmy can’t bring himself to respond. Just over Scott’s shoulder, the light of fiery hair catches his eyes and draws him in.

Tango..Tango!

Jimmy hums, mumbling as though to agree with whatever Scott was saying before raising his hand to wave for Tango. “Sorry, Scott, I….uh—” Jimmy stepped around him, walking as fast as he possibly could to catch up to the blazeborn.

He pushes through a group of girls who seemed to be far past wasted. They drunkenly babble and Jimmy wants to laugh. A stalkier guy pushes past him on his left. Jimmy apologizes, following the bright light emanating from Tango’s hair.

Tango startled as his shoulder was grabbed, but smiles as he registers who it is that grabbed him. His hair glows a little brighter.

“Jimmy! What’re you doing here?” Tango asks, “I thought you didn’t like parties?”

“I don’t.” Jimmy states, looking over his shoulder to see if Scott had followed him yet. “Not my scene.”

“Then why are you here, Birdie?” Tango giggled, stepping ever so closer.

Jimmy takes this as an invitation to move around him, putting Tango in between himself and where he left Scott, who seemed to have just rounded the corner of the hallway.

“Grian and Joel wanted me to come. They ran off, though.” Jimmy fidgets with his cup, wings adjusting in agitation.

Tango can get me out of this, Jimmy thinks. But how? Think, Jimmy, think.

Scott left the hallway, scanning the room for Jimmy.

Jimmy shrinks down, stuffing his empty hand into his pocket.

“Huh. You seem off, Jimmy. You ok?” Tango asks, brows shifting in confusion.

“Yeah, uh—” Jimmy nods, trying not to look at Scott. “Tango, listen, uh…”

Tango bobs his head along with the song that was playing, not exactly listening. Then again, Jimmy hadn’t said anything of true importance, so he wasn’t as upset by it.

“Tango, I gotta ask you something.” Jimmy spoke up, hoping Scott hadn’t seen them yet.

“What's up?” Tango nods expectantly, looking at Jimmy.

Jimmy wanted a way out of this situation. He wasn’t so sure on how, but he knew he had to do something that would sell the message that he was busy, maybe then Scott wouldn’t try to talk to him again. What would tell his ex he was busy better than kissing another guy? True college fashion, right?

Tango and Jimmy had been friends for a while, to the point they had been flirting on and off. Jimmy had thought it was always jokingly on Tango’s part, but on his own he really meant it. He meant it when he said he found Tango pretty, or that he was constantly thinking of him. It was never really a joke to Jimmy.

“Can you, uh..” Jimmy’s voice cut off before he could fully say it. His heart hammered against his ribs, anxiety from his previous encounter and from the thought of asking.

“Tango can you make out with me?”

“Pardon?” Tango’s eyes blew wide, blinking rapidly.

“Scott, he uh. He saw me, and I ran off and he might be behind you. And I don't want to talk to him. I thought you could—” Jimmy rambled.

“Ok.”

“Help me with it—wait. Really?!” Jimmy’s wings unfurled in surprise.

Scott catches sight of bright sunny wings over the heads of various people. He’d seen them now.

“I said ok, Birdie.” Tango giggled, grasping Jimmy’s hand. “As long as you’re sure, I mean. You got into this mess, I might as well help you out?”

“Thanks.” Jimmy nods, squeezing Tango’s hand.

Scott shoulders through a group of people, mumbling apologies as he tries to find Jimmy.

Tango pulls Jimmy closer, quickly glancing over his shoulder to see where Scott might have been. Jimmy looks as well, but Tango moves his head to block his view. Now all he can see is fire, warm and bright.

It's not like he really wanted to see anything else anyways. Tango was gorgeous. The light from his hair reflects on his cheeks, framing his face perfectly. His eyes reflect the party lights, even while half lidded. Jimmy can’t help but lean farther into him. Tango’s tail snakes its way around his leg, keeping him closer.

Tango initiates first, kissing Jimmy with passion he didn’t know the blazeborn had. All he knew was the man he’d been interested in for months was kissing him, albeit to spite his ex, and all he wanted was to revel in this moment. His brows furrowed as he deepened the kiss.

Tango’s hands hold the sides of his face, pulling him impossibly close. They both separate momentarily, faces flushed and gasping for breath. But air was the least of their worries. Jimmy takes Tango’s vest collar in hand, pulling him down. Their noses lightly bump against one another, lips locking a second time, and Jimmy smiles into the kiss.

Fingers card through Jimmy’s hair and he practically melts. Tango’s nails graze his scalp gently, almost needily so and the heat of his face rivals Tango’s hair. He wraps his arms around Tango’s waist, hands grasping at the fabric of his vest, bunching it between his fingers.

It all feels sweet, sickeningly so. But this doesn’t feel like a joke. This feels real. Like a dream, but it’s real.

Scott pushes through the last crowd of people, apologizing to them quickly before turning. “Jimmy, where’d you go—” He began, “Oh. Oh shit. Sorry, I’ll leave you be?” He backs up, wiping the back of his neck.

Tango’s hands stayed where they were, not even faltering when Scott had found them. Jimmy’s heartbeat was pounding in his ears, and he didn’t dare let go of Tango. They pull away, but Jimmy’s eyes remain shut. His kiss-swollen lips quirk up in a smile as he laughs breathily.

“That was…wow.” Jimmy whispers, eyes cracking open.

Tango takes a shaken breath, licking his lips. “Can we, uh. Can you kiss me again, please..?”

The words made his heart swell. Without a further thought, Jimmy pulled Tango in once again. His hands found purchase on Tango’s waist, and he had no intents of letting go.

They sway with the beat of the slower song, heat emanating from Tango’s palms, which traveled downward to rest on Jimmy’s chest. Tango hummed happily, the sound reverberating. It felt like a soft buzz, a connection between them both. It is Tango who pulls away, but Jimmy continues to pepper Tango’s face with small kisses. Tango laughs, claws lightly scraping Jimmy’s shoulder.

“Alright, alright Songbird.” He giggled, nudging him away. He didn’t go far, hands comfortably holding on to Tango’s waist.

Maybe parties weren’t so bad after all. It wasn’t a terrible way to spend a free weekend, he supposes.

#ranchers duo #team rancher #solidaritek #jimmy solidarity #tangotek #trafficblr #life series #past flower husbands #they make me ill /pos #hermitshipping #kinda?

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not-that-debonair · 11 days

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watch out pathogens ‼️

This drawing… has a lot of wrong with it but in my defence digital art is hard

Also fr click for better quality for some reason it’s especially egregious with this one

big ramble about design changes under the cut

Okay so basically my main thing was making them all just look like they are part of the same group since despite what CAW keeps implying design-wise lymphocytes are also WBCs. So NK and Macrophage’s outfits got a bit militarised. I also wanted to give the ‘subgroups’ (ie lymphocytes, granulocytes etc.) some similarities, so neutrophils and eosinophils get the same shirt.

I couldn’t justify having neutrophils being the only ones looking so monochrome but I also didn’t want to stray too far from the og designs so I just settled for desaturating everyone else and giving them grey skin tones to help them match. I also wanted everyone to have some white on them cause yknow WBC.

Basically innate immune system is white with black accents whereas adaptive immune system is black with white accents. Although NK gets black boots to make her match the other lymphocytes. Also I forgot B cell and Macrophage’s epaulettes whoops.

Some cells in the show have their own colour (like eosinophil wearing pink and B cell wearing blue) so I decided to extend that to giving everyone a colour. (Also anything to let the neutrophils wear something that isn’t white it’s hard to draw lol) Killer T got orange since it would give the T and B cells complimentary colours and a neat trio with NK’s green. Neutrophils get that light blue/green colour since it’s close-ish to white and I just thought it looked nice idk. Also I like to think the granulocytes get to rock the pastels.

Macrophage’s pale red was supposed to be a vague allusion to blood since they are the heavy hitters but idk I’m not settled on her design at all and I’m wondering if maybe a purple would’ve been better. That being said I like how the red compliments the neutrophils green/blue since they are the main phagocytes. Idk.

NK has sunglasses cause everyone else has something on their head and it felt weird that she didn’t but I didn’t want to give her a hat. Also eh I think she suits the bouncer vibe.

The granulocytes have freckles and the phagocytes have sharp teeth I don’t make the rules.

1146’s hat now says neutrophil instead of WBC because it’s a real pet peeve of mine since, again, basically all the other immune cells are also white blood cells. Eosinophil also gets her cell type on her hat cause why shouldn’t she. I was too afraid of messing up to put either in Japanese.

I changed the style of trousers for the neutrophil uniform to something which would be more comfortable for high activity admittedly it doesn’t look as good as the og style so idk.

Fun fact: quick google tells me macrophages are around twice the size of the other cells here (give or take a few micrometers depending on which cell) so she is now the tallest. by far.

Everything else is dictated by rule of cool or the limits of my artistic ability.

If anyone actually read all this, I greatly appreciate it. I spent way too long thinking about this lol but talking about character design is fun :D

#cells at work #hataraku saibou #u1146 #killer t cell #eosinophil #nk cell #b cell #macrophage #I am incapable of drawing u1146 consistently #undescribed #m‘ealaín

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catcze · 2 years

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car sex with suit!kazuha? 😎😎😎

NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

「 ### : 」 Brat taming, car sex, GN! reader w/ no specified parts, dominant Kazuha, fucking horny thoughts because of that gddamn SUIT PIC, rough-ish treatment & reader is referred to (not by Kazuha tho) as a slut, kazuha wears rings bc thats ffuckin hot, he also calls the reader baby ♡, spit as lube, creampie, idc if the dialogue ain’t kazuha like if you want porn you get porn, teeny tiny bit of a breeding kink

Writing this on mobile w my hands under the table as I listen to my relatives talk abt how often they go to church and there’s gsm blue in my cup what a great fucking evening /gen

BITCH car sex with suit Kazuha fuck me

Imagine imagine imagine right, not even super h-word yet, but imagine Kazuha doing that thing that is so attractive when people like back up the car and they place their hand on the back of your seat and imagine Kazuha doing that with him in a suit and rings on your fingers FUCK okay h word under cut

Imagine car sex with Kazuha where you’ve been riling him up the entire time–– at dinner at the fancy restaurant, you’ve been subtly rubbing your calf against his, you’ve been flashing him those goddamn eyes that are just begging him to fuck you right then and there on the table in front of all the other patrons. And now–– now, you’re leaning over the console with your hand on his dick, palming him through his slacks, and your own hands are between your legs, pulling out the most fucking delicious sounds as you pleasure yourself. And baby Kazuha has had it up to here with your shit tonight. You really think you can tease him like this, moaning his name in the passenger seat and making his cock harden in his pants? You really think he’s gonna let that slide?

So he pulls over somewhere quiet and unbuckles his seatbelt, and babe the look he levels with and the way he damn near fuckin growls, “Come here,” has you quaking and creaming in your formal attire. And you must no9t move quick enough for his liking because he’s reaching over to unbuckle your seatbelt himself, and pulls you into his lap in just a few smooth movements. You only barely have time to be thankful when he pushes his seat back far enough to give you some room before his lips are on yours and his hands are on your thighs, on your back in your hair–– pushing and pulling and squeezing with all the frustration of a man that you’ve been riling up for the past two hours straight.

And when he gives you the mercy to breathe after sticking his tongue in your mouth and basically grinding his cock against you like a man possessed, you’re rightfully out of breath, gasping for air and clinging to the lapels of his formal blazer (so perfect, so meticulous back in that restaurant, now crumpled and wrinkled from your desperate grip) as you whine in his lap like a slut.

“Did you have fun back there, baby?” Kazuha asks, his lips brushing against your ear and the bulge in his slacks hard against your thigh. “Yeah? Did you like testing my patience? Were you hoping I’d fuck you on the table where everyone could see? Huh? I bet you did.”

You try to gasp out a defense, something to clear your name but all that escapes you is breathy moans when Kazuha’s hands find the bottom half of your outfit, easily peeling away any layers that keep his cock away from sinking into your hole for any longer. All you can do is hide your face in the fabric of his blazer as he runs his fingers along your entrance, dipping two in experimentally and drawing a full-body shiver from you. The rings on his fingers are cold as they press into you, making your breath hitch while he opens you up.

“Ready, baby?” he asks when he thinks your prepped enough, and his hand goes near your mouth. “Spit,” he says, and at this point you’re so desperate to be full that you do so, and you hear him exhale as he pumps his cock with your spit, getting it all ready for you.

You nod, just once, and that’s all he needs to grab a hold of your hips and slide you down his cock. He does it languidly, slowly–– as payback for the hours of frustration you put him through. You feel every single inch of him stretch you out and fill you up, and you wouldn’t even be surprised if you could see the outline of him against your belly. “Kazuha, more, please,” you whine to him and he tsks.

“Greedy,” he says, smile wicked as he tightens his hold on your hips (and you’re sure you’ll see bruising tomorrow) and pushes you down the last couple of inches, making the air leave you lungs in a whoosh.

He gives you just a bit to adjust before he takes your hips, bouncing you up and down his cock, pulling whines and moans and “Ka-ah! kazuha kazuha please please harder ple–– yes yes like that please,” that has him seeing stars every time he fucks into you.

Kazuha kisses you, nipping your lip and pulling a whine that has him fighting the urge to cum deep inside of you right then and there. His breath grows ragged with every deep fuck into you, every moan of his name, and every time you sob at how deep he’s going. When you mumble, in a small voice, “Kazu–– Kazu, I’m close,” his grip tightens, his thrusts quicken, and by god you’re not sure if you’re going to be able to walk tomorrow.

“Go ahead baby,” he murmurs sweetly, pressing a kiss to your temple that contradicts the rough way he’s fucking you. “Cum for me, yeah? And then I’ll come inside you and you’ll have to keep it inside you all the way until we get home.”

And you’re so good for him, he thinks, as you cum from his voice. You tremble and bury your face into his neck as you whine his name, telling him how good you feel and how much you love him, even when your outfit is all messed up and his suit is gonna have to be washed tomorrow. He holds you down by your hips then, cock buried so deep inside that you gasp, and he fills you up with his cum. So much you could cry, so much that you wonder if it’ll ever come out.

He comes with a groan of your name, ragged and sweet, and thrusts up into you a little more before you whine from the overstimulation, and he’s pressing a much sweeter kiss to your lips and a gentle ‘love you’ to your cheek.

You lay there, cheek on his rumpled blazer, catching your breath as Kazuha strokes your back. His cock is still inside you, and you can feel his warm cum dripping out of you a little.

“Okay baby,” Kazuha rouses you, sitting you up. Despite how his hair is mussed and there’s a healthy glow on his cheeks, his eyes are still bright, still hungry even as you gasp for breath. He presses a kiss to your lips and smiles. “Let’s get you home, yeah? Then I gotta replace all the cum you’re leaking, sweetheart.”

#「 💦 」 whipped.cream #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 catcze.desserts #Kazuha smut #Genshin smut #cw gn reader

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Total Drama Psycho Noah AU, Duncan realizes something in horror... On the first episode of Total Drama Island, Noah sarcastically made fun of Duncan's piercings and Duncan threatened to give him one while holding his lip, and Noah calmly said no... Duncan held that psycho's lip in his hand NEAR NOAH'S TEETH, Noah could've bitten off Duncan's fingers at any time! 😱

Duncan wouldn't really think about their altercation during their initial introductions in the first Total Drama episode (I think Duncan would make a point of not thinking about Noah at all, post TDDDDI)... That is, until Noah confronts him after his return to World Tour, asking Duncan if the offer for a free piercing is still on the table.

That's when the memories of him grabbing Noah by the lip, needle in one hand, come crashing over him like a tsunami- which is swiftly followed by an even larger ice-cold wave of sheer terror at the fact that he'd put his vulnerable fingers anywhere near that psycho's mouth.

And Noah just grins at him- that unsettling, uncanny grin that's too wide, too sharp and pointy and full of razor sharp teeth to be natural- as he patiently awaits an answer from the punk.

Duncan's got a reputation to uphold, however, so he quickly swallows his fear completely justified hesitance and chokes out a rebuttal to the cynic's obvious taunt.

(Something about how he made fun of Duncan's piercings originally, and/or something about Noah being too physically frail to handle being pierced. I don't know.)

Noah responds in kind by claiming that Duncan's too scared of "little old him" to do something as innocuous as piercing his ears- though the nerd claims he'd look killer with some snake bites, followed by a pointed look towards the crescent shaped scar on Duncan's hand- which is just enough to rile up the delinquent's quick temper and fragile ego into agreeing to do just that.

Thus Noah gets his ears pierced by an equal parts terrified and indignant Duncan.

He's... eerily unreactive through the whole ordeal, too. Duncan knows he's a few crayons short of a whole packet, and that he barely reacts to threats of any kind, but watching the nerd barely even blink at being stabbed with a burning-hot needle is just downright creepy.

He draws the line at the snake bites, though. Duncan's not brave stupid enough to put his hands anywhere near Noah's mouth again. Especially when Noah (jokingly... ish) snaps his teeth towards Duncan's fingers whenever they stray too close to his maw.

#any excuse to give a character piercings and/or tattoos is a good excuse #noah's having a great time here btw. cool new jewellery and an opportunity to toy with duncan AND using sharp objects to stab people with?#those are two of his favourite things! plus he gets to feel pretty with his new earrings.#total drama #td duncan #td noah #psycho!noah au #replies

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bishoptheboy · 8 months

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NARUTO AU: What if SNS is in a Danmei?

Who is this cold, beauty? (Semi-full colour)

Naruto now has a new goal: Impressing Challenging this mysterious beauty.

<Hi I am currently moving thus I will be semi- (ish) IA.

But today I have been hit by a new inspo: an AU where SNS is a senior and junior pair. (Lol still making SNS fall in love in different ways is always so fun). So I did this little spread :) at least semi-coloured.

It is quite a popular trope in the Danmei genre, and I love it just as much. Sasuke would fit a cold, beautiful senior whom everyone admires (plus is super skilled), and Naruto be that junior who is still in training, has finally met his first crush. At the beginning, Naruto is behind and less talented among his peers, but through the power of love, he will become great! (Excuse my prompts I am trying my best)

Drawing Naruto in this style is very fun. I picture him having fluffy, long hair. And Sasuke would have this traditional long, silky black hair. Sasuke's build is leaner than Naruto as his skills requires him to be more quick and precise (he is really good with the sword even in Canon Naruto), while the shape of Naruto is more square to me (?) More power and muscle and endurance>

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nocturneblight · 8 days

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(Edward’s caticature)

He tilted his head, “En… thu? What kind of name is that? I don’t hear such unique sounding names like that around here”

Jenecis shrugged, “Dunno myself honestly, I questioned the same thing, all I know is that it sounds fake”

He nodded “Well that’s good to know, I uh… meant to ask another thing actually, What do they look like?”

Jenecis grabbed her magical apparatus and yanked out her ethereal pen, jotting down on the transparent tablet again, With one quick tap, she pulled up a realistic depiction of the hero.

“Yellow eyes, grey fur with black markings, two tone colors, ridiculous height, a large frame, pointy ears and one big fluffy tail that followed behind her”

The depiction would be considered frightening, had the hero not been tripping face first into a flower garden.

Edward questioned, “uh, that’s a really good depiction but what’s up with her falling? Did you draw that?”

Jenecis laughed, “Draw? Absolutely not, this is a replica of a past time, Like a memory, ya know?”

Edward became confused, “a what now? Can that thing read memories?”

Jenecis grabbed the see-through sheet and lifted it up to her face,

“Here I’ll show you, come closer” she said, smirking slightly.

He inched forward, “Is this good?”

“A little closer”

He walked forward a little, “Right here?”

Jenecis peaked her head out from the tablet “Closer”

He then walked so close that his nose gently touched the apparatus.

He snorted a little as the magic tickled his nostrils from being so close to it.

“Unf. Ish tish closhe enuff?” He mumbled, so close to the oddity that his voice was muffled.

Jenecis giggled, “Righto! Stay still!”

*Boop!*

The apparatus logged the photo in itself, jenecis laughed more.

“Hehe, come take a look Edward” she snorted a bit.

He looked at the tablet and saw his snout pressed against it, His wide eyes goofily looking about, his head looked massive from the angle.

“Well that’s not a flattering angle, yeah?” He said, not amused by his close up.

Jenecis giggled again, trying her hardest not to go into another fit.

“Heh, don’t worry, You’ll never look as bad as enthu tripping.”

He smirked a bit “hehe, that’s true…” he trailed off,

“Anyway, That’s really neat! You’ll have to show me how to use it sometime” he said.

He quickly caught himself on his own words, “If it’s okay with you of course!”

Jenecis faded the tablet away, “Of course I will Edward, you don’t have to be nervous about it, within the next three days we can toy with it a bit, I’m sure it’ll be loads of fun!”

They both smiled for a moment, basking in the delight of tension that was eased by conversation.

He spoke again, “Yeah, about the next three days… You said you wanted me to stay here only, right?”

Jenecis nodded, “Correct, well, by now there should only be two days left but other than that…” she thought a moment.

Her eyes shot wide, she snapped her finger, “Oh shoot I got work to do! Morning patrol is probably out already!”

She quickly ran into the closet, with loud rustling she jumped back out in her armor, she bolted towards the door and waved at him.

“Okay dude, You just uh… enjoy yourself I Guess? Feel free to look around, If you get bored or hungry you’re fully welcome to the pantry, Eat whatever you want.” She said, fastening her armor on and making sure it fitted.

He pointed around “I um, Can go anywhere in here?”

Jenecis nodded again “Oh yeah, Nothings off limits, Just don’t break anything please, I’ll be back in a couple of hours, Oh! I just recalled, If you need sleep you can hop in the room just over there!”

She pointed towards the basement stairs, there was a door next to them just before the first step.

“Just park yourself in there if need be, In fact, I’m sure it’ll be to your liking since it’s an actual bed- Er, anyway! Good day Edward, I’ll be back in a number of hours near dusk alright?”

He smiled and looked at her, “Thank you! I’ll be waiting for you! Have a good day jenecis!” He said, waving his hand at her.

Jenecis smiled, fastening her last strap on her gauntlets, she looked back at him.

“I could get used to hearing that” she thought.

She rushed out the door and closed it, leaving off to her duties as town guard.

As she closed the door, he looked around, wondering what to do next.

“Well, I didn’t think about this… what am I gonna do for now…” he thought, his eyes wandering around the house.

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fallingstarsandthemoon · 2 months

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Goobers but fused 2: Electric boogaloo

I decided to draw another fusion for GemCYT Sub-Zero, meet the 1/4 human fusion of Larimar and James: Chryscolla!

I know I broke the usual canon logic of half-human gem fusion from the canon show by 1: giving him humanoid skin tones mixed with gem skin tones, and 2: changing the color of James’s jacket and jeans, but it looks a hell of a lot more aesthetically pleasing.

A few fun facts:

-As mentioned above, he was the product of the first time both James and Larimar had ever fused with anyone. Ever. James was never brought up around fusion, and because diamonds had to be a role model, fusing was strictly prohibited unless it was with the other diamonds, and even that never happened.

-The first fusion was actually by accident, James was saving Dan and it happened in quick succession. They both freaked tf out when they realized.

-it’s a platonic/friendship based fusion, not romantic

-He can still use ice like Larimar can, just doesn’t do it as often.

-He still has a human-ish system. He can’t breathe underwater, and he has a heartbeat. He still bleeds too.

-If you ever find him talking to himself, it’s just Dan and James talking out loud to each-other

-whether his conscience is just James and Larimar muddled together or one singular being with traits of both is unclear.

-he still has the mask from James and uses it to pass as just a little more human.

#gemcyt #dantdm #shady oaks smp #mcyt #steven universe au #blue diamond #thxcya #fusion

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