Feeling my way through the darkness
It's been a long time since Crockett has let anyone get close to him. He knows the signs, when a relationship begins to move beyond casual, he's quick to nip it in the bud. He's kind with it, at least he thinks he is. He doesn't want any attachments because having feelings for someone means getting hurt and he thinks he has suffered enough to last a life time.
Then he met you, captivating, tenacious and completely not up for any of his bullshit. When a girl turns him down, and it doesnt happen often, he shrugs his shoulders and walks away. But there's something about you that keep him interested.
"Don't you get bored of never waking in the same bed?" You ask him when he runs into you at Molly's.
You won't let him buy you a drink and it feels oddly refreshing. He sits across from you at one of the tables and shrugs his shoulders.
"If I want to sleep I stay in my own." He tells you.
"You know what I mean." You tell him, sipping your cocktail through a straw. "You don't wanna talk about it you don't have to. I just want you to know that that isn't going to happen with me. I like to get to know a person before they take me to bed."
"Fine." He says with that devil may care grin. "Why don't you get to know me?"
"Because you're shallow." You tell him. "At least you pretend to be. You come across as a drunk little party boy, but... I think it masks something, something you're not ready to deal with yet."
Your words cut like a knife, searing straight through his chest. His brows furrow into a frown and his jaw tenses before he pushes away from the table, leaving his beer untouched.
He doesn't see you again after that, not for a couple of months. He keeps an eye out for you but you don't appear until the fall.
You're alone again when he approaches your table, your eyes studying a case file in front of you while you pluck a cherry off the end of your cocktail stick with your teeth. You look up as he sits down, closing the file before you look at him expectantly.
"I had a daughter." He begins. "And her name was Harper."
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Ok, so!
You know all the "Doctor Strange Astoprojects the mk system and we cinematically see the three alters slipping out of the body.
But but but hear me out!
What about Dr. Strange trying to push one person out of his body and failing because it is actually a system and he needs more strength to push them away.
So Strange would hit their chest multiple times expecting something to happen but uh-uh nothing and poor Steven tries to get away from him.
Eventually he puts more effort and manages to do something, that is making Jake front by pushing Steven away from the front and suddenly gets slapped by him.
Jake gets into a fist fight with Strange while Strange tries to use his powers to teleport Jale away from him.
Eventually he manages to astroproject them for a second and he sees Jake and Marc splitting from the body holding hands until Steven pulls them back in.
They are together in this they won't let anyone separate them, Strange needs to try harder.
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The Dread Doctors are actually kind of hot, yes, I know I'm going down under
I hate that I love the Dread Doctors aesthetic. Like I love their outfits and the sound of their boots. Yes, they are horrible monsters. You can't even call them human, but their fits and their boots? OOOHEAUAUNNNGGGGHHNN
Just LOOK
Their outfits are so cool. The classic victorian style (I think that's what that is) and their long ass coats, just their very elaborate outfits are SOOOOOOO HOT. I feel a deep shame in admitting that, but I know I am NOT alone in thinking this. @babygiriraeken agrees with me. Yes, I'm putting them on blast.
FURTHERMORE,
The sound their boots make when they go THUMP THUMP is so satisfying. It kind of sounds like deepslate does in Minecraft, and that is a strangely satisfying sound.
Also this scene was disgustingly hot for me. I think it's because I like his outfit a lot.
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Together - Crockett Marcel x Reader (NSFW)
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Crockett is deliberate in the way that he worships you, with teasing fingertips that linger over sensitive skin and an exploratory mouth that savours every taste. He can’t get enough of you, how soft you feel under his lips, the noise you make when he finds just the right spot. He smiles to himself because this feels like a homecoming of sorts, like he’s always meant to have be here in your bed.
He chases your pleasure, drinking it in with languid kisses as he moves in unhurried strokes. He's already made you come once with his mouth and he endevours to spend the night bringing you to climax over and over again until the only word he hears is his name on your lips. He wants you to forget the men before him, those silly boys, and remember only him. The man that gives you exactly what you need, when you need it.
“Oh darlin.” He whispers, his hand clasping your jaw so that he can look into your eyes. “You’re perfect you know that?”
He sees the flush beginning to blossom across your skin and he realises it’s the intimacy of the moment that ruins you. It’s been a while since it’s been about you, that someone has actually give thought to your desires.
He tuts at the thought because that’s simply criminal.
A woman like you deserves the world, to be treated as if she matters, as if she’s loved.
It’s only the first time but Crockett has no doubt that he’s in love with you, that he has been since you called him on his bullshit in Molly's back in the spring. It’s almost winter now, and he’s spent the entirety of autumn getting to know you.
He thinks that the evening the two of you went to watch the Arts in the Dark parade was the turning point. It’s the first time he’s been, and it was sensational. He’s always had an appreciation of the creative, a love of jazz and soul but this had blown him away. There was an excitement in the air, a raw energy and when he looked at you, he knew you felt it too. The music, the artistry, the clash of styles and textures it spoke to Crockett in way that he’s not felt since he left New Orleans.
It’s in the aftermath when the two of you are sipping hot chocolate to ward off the cold that he realises he’s in love with you. You’ve given him back a part of himself he didn’t even know he’d lost by bringing him to the event. He’d forgotten how much joy there is in the world, how much beauty. He’s been moving so fast, burying his head in surgery after surgery that he’s forgotten to actually stop and take a breath, to get out there and live his life. He can’t find the words to express how much that means to him, so he tries to show you through his actions.
Offering to make dinner after a tough day because you’re too upset and overwhelmed to face being around other people. Walks in the park by your house through the crisp autumn leaves because he knows you like the sound of them crunching underfoot. It’s a form of stress relief you tell him and when he has to agree because it is one of the most satisfying noises he’s ever heard. Now when he sees one on his way to Med, he has to step on it, because there’s a tiny pop of dopamine when he hears that crinkle under his shoe.
انگار هزاران عمر منتظرت بودم
بخش دیگر روح من، فردی که مرا کامل می کند.»
He knows that you don’t understand the words, but you read the sentiment in his voice. It’s too early for him to tell you how he feels, to admit that he’s found his هم روح, his soulmate but he feels it deep down inside.
He whispers against your lips and he means every single word of it.
It feels like I’ve waited a thousand lifetimes for you. The other part of my soul, the one who completes me.
You tighten around him, gripping him so perfectly he’s almost delirious with the pleasure. When you cry out his name, it sounds like sonnet flowing from your lips as the ecstasy builds in his synapses. He’s close, too close. He needs to be with you when it happens. He needs you to feel it too. He stills, his hand coming to rest on your jaw, guiding your gaze back to his as he holds you on the cusp, the pinnacle of euphoria just out of reach.
“That’s it darlin.” He murmurs as he starts to move again. “This time together.”
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