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Ghost of You: Chapter 5

Ellie Miller & Joel Miller

ft. Tommy Miller, Lorenzo and Zach Aleverano

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Summary: 16 years after her mom and dad's death, Ellie is finding her place in Jackson, being raised by her Uncle Tommy with the help of her uncle's Lorenzo and Zach. She loves them, but can't help but feel stifled. Soon, she finds out her suspicions were true, and her uncles have been lying to her. Will Ellie learn the truth? Can she trust anyone in this situation?

Takes place after The Wrong Way, but if you havn't read that series (too dark for you, too long, etc) you can read this. Since it's through Ellie's perspective, you can discover the truth alongside her.

DARK FIC! This is a dark!Joel, with canon typical violence and extra on the Joel. Anything discussed or shown in TWW is liable to be discussed here. There will be violence, but no shown sexual violence. Although this Joel is very dark, he is NOT DARK TO ELLIE. None of the things that happened to Ellie's mom are applicable to Ellie, but will be discussed.

Content warnings for entire series, not chapter by chapter unless more is added.

Talk/mentions/discussions of post rape, molestation, torture, violence, branding, forced breeding, major age gap (early 20's to later 40's), death. Child endangerment, major character death, murder, homophobic remarks, minor hate crime, manipulation, identity crisis.

Extra warning for depiction of death and detailing of everything that was done to Ellie's mom. I'm kinda iffy on whether I liked how the reality was told to Ellie. If you read TWW you know this all already so maybe you think this boring to recount it all but I needed Ellie to get the full truth and I have readers on AO3 who havnt read TWW so they need to know the gravity of the situation the same way we do. Sorry if its repetitive but maybe it's interesting to have different perspective. I don't have Ellie's reaction to each bit of info but In my head imagining a flashback cut with scenes from TWW like a movie XD

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She was coming home late. Again. Ellie had attended Jack’s funeral and stuck around long enough to talk a little with Maura and June before heading out to see Joel. Her aunt’s lied, but not as extensively and often as her uncle’s who were a part of her day to day life, forming her identity that was now in shambles, the identity that was beginning to be wrapped around Joel. She would be a raider, she would be a protector, a provider, she would be her dad’s right hand man and take over for him when he could no longer.

It was exhausting, all of it. Joel had been taking her on a few trips to collect payment, trips that had gone smoothly and Joel explained how the protection worked, the parameters, how he dispersed his men. He even took her out with him to bring food to a family. She saw the good he was doing, she saw the joy in the little boy’s face. It was going good.

But she was tired. School started back up again; her last year, technically, although she wasn’t going to stay very long. Once Joel had promised her a place to live, Ellie had already mentally left. It was just a matter of leaving. She never spoke to Tommy outside of him informing her when the funeral was, she wouldn’t miss him, she insisted to herself. After cremating Jack’s body, it took nearly two weeks to do an actual funeral since it was bailing season. The crops don’t stop for mourning, and the crops are needed to live. Ellie would miss Lorenzo and Zach, she could admit that to herself, even a little bit… Dina was who was hard to leave.

“Hey Ellie belly” Lorenzo’s voice in the darkness.

“Jesus” She jumped, turning to see a vague outline of her uncle on the porch in the moon light. “We have lights here. You don’t have to lurk in the dark”

She heard him chuckle, muttering “fair enough” before turning the porch light on. “Attracts mosquitoes” He reasoned. “But I suppose mosquito season’s winding down.”

Ellie shrugged, then moved to get back in her house.

Lorenzo called to her. “Elles, c’mon. Sit with me a bit? It’s been a long day…” Now that the light was on, she could see his wrecked state. Blunt in one hand, Tommy’s moonshine in another, the lamplight reflecting off his wet face.

And Ellie felt bad. Bad enough and tired enough from the constant balance of school, work, Joel that she didn’t have it in here to fight tonight.

She stepped up on the porch, sitting on the chair and Lorenzo poured her a cup of moonshine. “Don’t tell your dad”

“He’s not my dad” Ellie glared at him, but Lorenzo just rolled his eyes.

“Sure, Ellie belly.” He took a sip before sighing. Lorenzo was wasted. “I’ve missed you, kid, I know you’re going through something, and that’s okay. We’ve all been there, to some extent. As long as you don’t have a crisis and join the army like Tommy, you’ll be okay.

Ellie couldn’t help but laugh at that. She hadn’t joined the army, but she doubted Lorenzo would be thrilled at what she did join. “Well, I won’t join the army, I can promise you that.”

“You’re a good kid, Ellie.” Lorenzo told her before they fell into a comfortable silence, taking a drink, then a hit, then a drink, then a hit…

It was nice out, a cool late summer night, the sounds of people on mainstreet still partying into the wee hours. It was well deserved. Everyone that was able bodied helped with bailing and harvest, even the ones who were too young to have jobs yet. It was necessary for survival. But after working hard, the town of Jackson played hard too. Ellie wanted to incorporate something like this into Joel’s regime, something Joel liked the sound of. He didn’t know much about farm work, but said for a while, Ellie’s mom had a mini farm going a garden ig enough to feed his men and often donate to other families. She had chickens, sheep, a few pigs, and talked about getting cattle one day. Joel said he thought Ellie could do it, starting small like her mom and working her way bigger, providing employment to families who needed it. He had even gotten to work rebuilding the chicken coupe her mom used. It would be good. Ellie would do good. She cared about people.

“They tell you what they found on Jack’s body?” Lorenzo’s voice broke Ellie out of her thoughts.

“Huh?” She said, still tired and a bit dazed from her drink. Lorenzo was slouched in his chair, looking over the railing of his porch. Looking right past her.

“Jack. That found initials on his body… carved into his skin.”

Suddenly, Ellie was thrust back to the day she watched the man die in front of her, when she walked away and Joel stayed behind a moment… ‘Always take credit for what you do, Ellie June. Never hide in the shadows.’ “Why… why are you telling me this…”

Lorenzo looked about as dazed as Ellie felt eyes glazed over “Just reminded me of your dad, is all.”

That familiar cold chill, the flush she felt on her cheeks… what was he talking about? What was he doing? “You never… you never talk about my dad.”

His eyes met hers, and he didn’t look like Lorenzo… he looked tired, he looked sad, he looked so unlike her fun loving uncle she had adored months ago. Something was wrong. Something was really fucking wrong.

“Didn’t wanna lie to you, Ellie belly. I know I technically did, ly’n by omission, but I never told you no lies…”

Despite the chill on her skin, all Ellie could feel was the heat at her skin. She would not have a panic attack, she would not pass out, she would hear what he was going to tell hear. She held his eyes. “Were the others lying?” She asked, heat rate picking up, the aggressive rise and fall of her chest would give away the anxiety she felt if Lorenzo wasn’t three sheets to the wind.

Lorenzo gave a dry laugh, looking away again. “You know damn well we have. You’ve been saying it for a while.” He leaned his head back, looking up at the night sky above him.

Leaning forward, resting her arms on her knees. “Renzo.” She tried to get his attention. “I need you to look at me.” Lorenzo did as she said, a distinct sadness wrinkling in his aging face. “You need to tell me what they lied about.”

“You think you’re ready?” His tone was serious, dark and a warning that she may not like what she heard. But if Lorenzo never lied, she could trust him, right? Or should he trust Joel? Or should she trust Tommy? Everything was a mess, and she admitted, perhaps for the first time, she didn’t buy Joel’s answer when she asked him about Jack. A seed of doubt had been planted, and Lorenzo was watering it. Drunk, however, she bet she could get the truth out of him.

Ellie pulled her chair closer to her uncle. “Tell me everything”

He stared at her, a cold expression but warmth in his eyes. Even when they fought, she was never scared of him. Lorenzo loved her, and fuck if she didn’t love him too. She needed to know the truth, even if it made the ones she loved look bad.

“Your dad is a alive, and he is a horrible, evil man.” Hell of a way to start. Lorenzo leaned in closer, wobbling a bit but coherent nonetheless. “You ready for a story? Because your aunts and uncles sure told you a good one. I was there when Tommy and Zach planned it out. Zach could’ve been a writer in another life.” He gave a wry laugh, but the sparkle in his eye briefly returned. He loved his husband. “I’m gonna tell you everything I know, because I think you deserve to understand where you came from, even if it ain’t the fairytale you were given. You think you can handle that?”

Ellie was growing frustrated. “Tell me!”

And god, did he ever.

“Your mom was twenty years old when your grandpa sold her to Joel. He was behind on payment he owed Joel- I should backtrack, your dad, uncle tommy and me were all raiders. We aint proud of it, but it’s what happened. I wasn’t there when this happened yet, but this is what Tommy told me- anyway, your grandpa molested your mom, but she remained a virgin so he told that to Joel. Joel became obsessed, taking your mom off to his house where Tommy, him, and other members lived. Tommy and your mom… well, there’s a lot there, a lot I think Tommy should have a chance to explain it better himself. But they were good friends. For months, your mom endured rape and torture from Joel, the only reason she lived is because Tommy did his best to take care of her. Zach… for a long time, Zach didn’t like Tommy, ‘bout killed him in a fight, blaming him for not helping her but…” Tommy shook his head as if trying to get images out of his mind. “Your mom was so twisted up by the end, she didn’t know which way was up. Another raider, not me, not Tommy and not Jack, his name was Nick.

“He raped your mom, and when she finally told Tommy, and Tommy told Joel, Joel skinned him alive. With your pocket knife actually. I think that’s when things changed for her. Joel has this way about him, this ability to manipulate. It didn’t matter that Joel raped your mom too, that he branded her after she tried to escape the first time, that he kidnapped her and tried to kill Zach, no, he had protected her from Nick and he had these moments of gentleness… your mom fell in love. Well. whatever version of love you could have in those circumstances.”

Ellie was fighting for her life, trying to stay conscious, not panic, not lack out… she needed to know the truth�� but Joel? Her Joel? Her dad? She was a product of rape? Branding? Jesus, how many horrors had her mom endured in her short life? Ellie urged him on.

“How did she die?” Her voice was flat and numb.

“Honestly, I think she was slowly dying the whole time. Even after things calmed down, when Joel treated her better… she was dying. After Nick was killed, I was moved up, and your uncle Zach hired me to give everyone food poisoning so he could rescue her… that’s how we met, actually… your mom refused. She was convinced that Joel was the safest option for me.”

“What? Why? That makes no sense!”

Lorenzo sighed, scrubbing his face. “I know, Ellie, I know. Listen, in the beginning I didn’t really get it either, I still don’t, not really, but… I think it’s one of those things you can never truly understand unless you’re there. Like I said, your mom was sexually abused her whole life, your grandpa allowing men to beat her and sexually assault her in other ways outside of sex, Zach and June were the only kindness she’d known since her own mom died… Joel provided for her, food, protection, warmth, and company. She got to know a lot of the guys in the house, Tommy, Jack… later on, me. Joel wasn’t hurting her anymore, it was better than the life she knew outside that house. Anyway, Joel found out Tommy was fucking around with Maria back then and almost killed him, your mom stepped in, and Joel put a gun to her head, said if she didn’t kill tommy, he’d kill her. I think that’s why Tommy felt so indebted to her… she refused to kill him. In the end, Joel let them both live, kicking Tommy out. A few weeks later, she figured out she was pregnant and I think a flip switched in Joel. What they told you about Sarah, that’s all true. I think he thought he could bring Sarah back in some way… That’s when your mom and I got close. Everything was going relatively well for a few months, but when your mom was 8 months pregnant, I don’t know what she said that set Joel off but” He closed his eyes tightly. The memory was clearly painful to him. “He freaked out on her, beating her in the kitchen. She started screaming for Tommy and… god, I can never get that sound out of my head, I hear it in my sleep sometimes. I was frozen, I should’ve helped her but… Joel, when he’s on a rampage… he’ll kill anyone and everyone in his path but that’s not an excuse. She was an innocent pregnant woman and Joel was trying to kill her.” He opened his eyes again, tears glistening in the artificial light. “Completely innocent. Never done a thing wrong in her life, but I can’t think of anything a woman could do to deserve what was done to her that year. What’s done is done, I guess. But he took her out to tree, tying up a noose around her neck as they stood on a chair, threatening to kick it out from under her; he had her on her tippy toes, gasping for air as he was screaming how pathetic she is, a bad mom, her kid and Joel didn’t deserve her… jesus.

“It was when he walked away, leaving her up there and telling us that anyone that helped her would be killed, Jack and I got her down. She was concussed, so we had to practically carry her inside the house. That’s how I got these” Lorenzo lifted up his shirt to reveal the bullet wound Ellie knew already but didn’t know the cause behind, then pointed to the familiar scar on his forehead. “Joel pistol whipped me and shot me. It was a few days later Jack found our mom trying to leave. I took her to Jackson, Jack went to get Zach and June and Maura. We found Tommy, and he set out with her to get your mom and you to Boston. Well, Joel found them. He always would, I suppose, the man is obsessed, relentless, so convince he owned her, that she was his wife despite being what, 20? 25 years older than her? Something like that? Whatever. Tommy tried to fight him, your mom ran for it, but the trauma sent her into early labor. That girl ran for her life from Joel and a goddamn infected 8 months pregnant and still recovering from a beating and a concussion, to save you. With the knife she took off of Nicks dead body, she killed the infect while giving birth to you.” A light, disbelieving chuckle. “She was incredible. I know Tommy and Joel and Zach thought she was helpless, but she was so strong, her ability to protect you was incredible. She did it all for you, Ellie Miller. All for you. Thing was, she had gotten infected. She gave birth to you and was bit right after.”

That was something that remained true in everyone's story, Tommy’s and Joel’s. Her mom was dead, and it was because of an infected.

“Tommy found you and her first, then Joel. Tommy shot Joel in the fight, but I guess he couldn’t make a kill shot…” Lorenzo rolled his eyes, slouching on the chair more and more, hsi eyes drooping. “In the end, Joel let Tommy have you. I think, maybe, some part of Joel did care for your mom… and Zach will disagree, but Tommy and I agree that he loved you. He loved Sarah, and he loved you. That’s why he let you go. Joel was the one to klil her. Hm. I was always gonna end like that, I think, Joel was always going to take her last breath, it was just a matter of how and when. But your mom fought, Ellie, she fought for you, for your life, for your freedom. That’s why I’m telling you this” His eyes were closed now, voice muttering. “Whatever’s going on, you need to know her and Tommy fought for you, and Tommy loves you. He doesn’t love you like his own, you are his own, there's no doubt in my head. We all love you, Ellie... So fucking much.” A light snore, and her chance to ask any questions was gone.

Ellie had to get home. She had to go home and get into bed… It wasn’t that she couldn’t believe Lorenzo… she couldn’t believe anyone.

She got up and shook him. “Lorenzo. Lorenzo!” He stirred. She just had one question, one thing she needed to know… “What was on Jack’s body? The initials”

Lorenzo was mutter incomprehensibly, and Ellie, in a panic, slapped him, his eyes shooting wide awake for a moment. “Huh?”

“Renzo! What were the goddamn initials on Jack!”

He began to fade out again, closing his eyes and mumbling what she already was pretty sure she knew. “J.M.”

“Zach!” She called, and her other uncle came outside to check on her. Ellie just told him Lorenzo fell asleep, and that she needed to go to bed. Zach took care of him. He always did. The way Zach always took care of her.

How stupid of her to doubt her family. The men who had done nothing but protect her, nurture her, make her laugh… but Joel was her family too, wasn’t he? She was almost certain Lorenzo was telling the truth… but if he was…

Ellie was in too deep with Joel. Joel had shown her private details, where he lived, patrol routes, what lands were his and how exactly he did things. She SAW HIM kill… How was she supposed to get out of this? Joel was a murderer and rapist, a woman beater who had no qualms attempting to kill his pregnant wife he claimed to love, and almost killed Tommy, his own brother… Ellie stumbled back to her house, barely shutting the door before she braced herself on a pillar in her home, hand on her chest, panting. It was coming, that tight feeling in her chest again.. Breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out. She was trapped. She got entangled with a violent rapist, how did she not see this? How did she fall for it so quickly, so easily? He was so calm, so steady, so patient. Joel never pushed her, never made her feel worried. Was he grooming her? Would she fall victim to the same horrors her mom had? But she couldn’t leave… Joel would kill her… she suddenly felt like she understood why her mom couldn’t leave Joel… and that was solidified a week later when she still found herself going with Joel, unable to tell him no… She was too goddamn scared. Scared of him, scared of losing him… she wasn’t sure which.

Joel noticed her change in demeanor, but Ellie chalked it up to Jack’s death bothering her, which Joel seemed to buy. It wasn’t until a simple debt collection went wrong that Ellie knew she had to do something.

It was just meant to be Joel checking in on a debt, a farmer owed him but he said his kid had been sick and he had to trade for medicine. Ellie could see a few children in the house from where the father stood protectively at the door way, attempting to shoo away a girl not much older than she was away from the door. Ellie thought how similar this scenario was to the one Lorenzo had told her, the reality of how her mom came into Joel’s life… Would the father offer the girl to Joel? Is that a normal thing to do, sell your child for a night or for a lifetime to get out of problems? No. No way. There was no reality in which Tommy would do that, no version of Tommy that would do that to her, Tommy would die before he let someone hurt her… so why had she barely said a word to him in months? Ellie watched as the man tried to bargain, the interaction growing more and more heated until the man was yelling at Joel, calling him a cruel bastard before turning to Ellie.

“And just who is she? Another child bride? Jesus Joel, how old is she, 13? What the fuck is wrong with you, you goddamn freak- AH!” The man’s words were cut short, his scream matched by his daughter’s and Ellie’s. She watched as the man writhed and jolted in pain, hsi three children surrendering him as the eldest daughter cried out for her dad and tried to save him and he gurgled up blood

Joel, for his part, walked away, pulling Ellie along with him. “C’mon, you don't need to see that.”

“But- but- you shot him…” She gapped, even with the revelation of what Joel was, it was difficult for Ellie to reconcile the man she new with the man who had killed a father in cold blood and was currently pulling her away like it was nothing.

Ellie went with the motions, allowing Joel to practically pull her up onto the horse with him, protesting that no, they should help him they can’t just leave the family, Joel ignoring her as he sets the horse off in a run; the voices of the crying children and horrific sounds of the man slowly dying fading off behind them.

When they stopped, Ellie stumbled off the horse, only managing to walk a few step before spilling the contents of her stomach onto the ground. Joel was quickly at her side, but she jumped away at the feeling of Joel’s hand on her back

“Hey, hey it’s okay baby girl, I know that was a lot”

“You shot him!” She shouted, still bent over and spitting out the stomach bile. She could smell it, the stench permeating and adding to her own nausea. Ellie heaved again, her heart racing at the horrors she just saw. This was worse, so much worse than Jack’s death. Jack’s death was execution style. Quick. This man… she watched blood spill out of his mouth, his body twitching and wriggling in the arms of his family as he bled out; she had smelled the copper in the air.

“Ellie June, look at me, look at me baby girl. It’s me.” Joel held her shoulders, the concern so deep in his eyes… even after it all, she couldn’t doubt that he worried for her. “He was going for his gun, okay? He had a gun on his belt.”

She shook her head. “No, no I didn’t see a gun… he didn’t reach for-”

“Hey” he interrupted her, a gentle hand on her face, the sleeve of his shirt tenderly cleaning of the puke. “I wouldn’t lie to you Ellie June. That was a tense situation back there, you were probably worried, right?”

Ellie nodded. She was, she was really worried, she had been all week…

“Okay, so when you’re worried, when you begin panicking, you don’t notice things, things just get a little blurry. I know. When I used to get panic attacks, everything just faded away. But you gotta train yourself, Ellie. You’re young, you’re new to this, it’s okay. You’ve never had to worry about whether someone has a gun or not. Someone’s always been there to protect you, havn’t they? Right. That’s what I’m here for. You didn’t know there was a gun, you didn’t know he was reaching because you didn’t have to. It’s my job to protect you, Ellie June. You just didn’t notice, is all. But that’s okay, I’ll teach you, I’ll teach you to defend yourself, okay?”

… did she miss it? Had he really had a gun? Was he going to shoot Joel or Ellie…? Maybe Joel was right. She wasn’t trained for this, trained to spot it. Had Lorenzo lied? No, Lorenzo was honest… but that was his version of events. He admitted himself he didn’t come into the picture until what? Halfway through? What if Lorenzo just didn’t see the full picture like Ellie didn’t just now?

She didn’t know what to think anymore, her doubt was with everyone, she couldn’t even trust her own reality, her own perception… Maybe Lorenzo had been lying? Joel was right, she wasn’t trained to observe… If she couldn’t trust herself, she could trust her dad… right?

When Ellie left, Joel offered to ride with her closer this time, it might be a risk but she had clearly had a shock. Ellie declined. Joel had taken her back to his place as he usually did, fed her, made sure she had what she needed or wanted before riding back with her. Ellie suggested he part from her a bit sooner rather than later, citing that after Jack’s murder, patrols have ramped up. Joel once again asked when she was moving in, and Ellie just said she has to figure out how to tell Dina, which he seemed to accept, sending her on her way with some supplies Ellie asked for, wanting to trade around town a bit. Joel never questioned when she wanted something.

He never had a reason to.

But he should’ve. As soon as she was sure he was away, the darkness on the edge of town masking him from the people who assumed he was long gone, Ellie quickly made her way back to the old farmhouse she had been to with Joel. Gathering up all her courage, Ellie knocked on the door. It was silent, but there was someone in there. Ellie attempted to deepen her voice. “Open up! I work for Joel!”

Quickly, there was movement, a scurrying and whispering to hide before the young girl from before opened up. “You. What do you want? We have nothing!” She had clearly been crying.

“I need to see your fathers body.”

She laughed in her face. “Why, you need a souvenir? Your psycho husband need proof that he’s dead or something?”

Ellie didn’t have time for this. She bypassed the husband comment about her dad and pushed through the girl, finding the man’s dead body on the ground, cleaned up.

There was no gun.

Thus no reason for him to be dead except Joel’ anger.

Ellie remembered standing there for a while as the girl tried to keep the younger kids away, the familiar eeeeeeee in her ears that had become all too common. She remember throwing off her backpack and mumbling that it’s for them, the supplies and food Joel had given her to ‘trade’. Ellie didn’t need to trade, Tommy got her anything she needed. If Tommy couldn’t figure it out, Lorenzo or Zach would. She wanted for nothing. She had everything she needed in her uncles whose only sin was lying, and after learning the truth, could she blame them? She was conceived out of rape an violence, no wonder Joel saw violence in her heart, no wonder Joel thought she was capable of being a raider. He had deluded her reality into thinking that no, he wasn’t a bad man, he was a leader who took care of his people; that was proven false.

Joel didn’t kill the man in the woods because he was a rapist.

Joel killed Jack because he helped her mom escape the violence.

Joel didn’t kill the man at the farm because he was going for a gun.

He killed an innocent father who was trying to protect his children just because he owed him payment and insulted him.

She didn’t remember the ride home.

All Ellie remembered was walking into her house, her home, and finding Tommy sitting at the kitchen table, head in his hands. When he looked up, there were tears in his eyes that he quickly tried to wipe away. “Oh. Hey.” He said hesitantly, surprised she was in the room long enough for him to get a word out. “I thought you were in bed?”

Ellie was home. She was home and she was safe. Safe enough to allow the panic to set in, the anxiety; she no longer has to just power through it. Tommy was there to take care of her. “I’ve been… I’ve been sneaking out…”

“I know” Tommy nods, eyes still wet but laced with worry for her now. “I’ve known all year…”

This revelation was new to her. Tommy had known all along? Long before she met Joel and every changed, the panic attacks started, she saw death for the first time… “You knew?” Ellie hated how her voice cracked. Ellie June Miller didn’t cry… but damn if she just might start.

“Yeah. The gun cabinets been unlocked since I found out… figured if you were in trouble you could take a gun.”

She wished she’d figured that out before. “Then why didn’t you stop me!” She was frustrated, at herself and at Tommy, the residual anger she felt at being lied to was still there despite finding out why. She couldn’t turn that off in a matter of hours.

“Ellie, honey, the world is different from what I had as a teenager. You think I never snuck out? Of course I did. I may not seem like it, maybe I seem boring and old now but I was young once too. But what am I supposed to do? Back in my day, I could ground you… but at 16, you’re practically an adult. You work, you do patrols, fuck, I can’t stop you from doing anything if I wanted to… so, all I can do is try to have a relationship where you can talk to me if you need to but…” He turned away for a moment, breathed, and turned back. “Somehow I managed to mess that up recently. Ellie, I don’t know what I did but… I’m sorry, whatever it is. You gotta know how much I love you.” When Tommy’s tears fell again, Ellie’s did too. “You gotta know you’re my whole world, nothing in this life matters more to me than you do.”

Ellie looked at her uncle, sitting at the table across from her. His age certainly showed, salt peppering at his black waves; his mustache was all but gray. Has he looked like this months ago? When all this started with Joel? Or had her rejection of him aged him this much… Ellie was scared. Scared of Joel, scared of what she’d seen, scared she was complicit in the death of her family and the father, scared of who she was becoming, the violence and darkness she was born into. She needed help. She needed so much fucking help because Joel was dangerous and she wasn’t strong enough to do this alone. She needed her dad. Not the dad that killed people in front of her, not the dad that killed a man she considered family. Not the dad that violently raped her mother and forced a pregacy on her, not the man that attempted to kill Tommy, Zach and Lorenzo…

No.

Ellie needed her dad.

Tears soaked her face as she choked back a sob. “Dad, I need help” Ellie cried, voice breaking down as Tommy rushed up from the table, hurrying to her with a worry-stricken face etching at his aging features. “I’m in trouble.”

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NEXT CHAPTER IS OUR LAAAASSSSSTTTT

any guesses on how things end???

I wanna hear theories!

I hope the conflict in Ellie comes out, her back and forth, her inability to trust even herself. That's what Joel does best.

TOMMY AND ELLIE MAKING UUUPPPPPPP

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elydition · 2 years

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Burning

Days pass with Heizou in a light trance when outside of his work. To prevent wandering thoughts, he picked up multiple extra cases. Some are mere child’s play, but it was work that needed to be done anyway. His fellow Doushin appeared to be worried for him. They tried to speak with him and figure out what caused the sudden shift in his ethics, but he slipped away without a trace. He doesn’t need external affairs meddling with his intuition and decisiveness.

He hadn’t spoken to anyone about his… encounter with Kaedehara Kazuha.

That essence of his was everywhere he turned.

Oh, did you hear about the man who deflected the Musou no Hitotachi? What a brave soul.

What a quiet and sincere boy, we need more folks like him.

I always see a calm and peaceful young man dressed in red sitting somewhere high. I swear he even sleeps in trees.

It didn’t take a detective like Heizou to figure it’s Kazuha.

For once, Heizou decided to stop by the Police Station. He avoided it like the plague due to the stuffy atmosphere, but it was inevitable from time to time. From a mix of bad food, the drone of boring cases, and Sango occasionally challenging his detective work with a strongly worded letter; he found comfort in other places more frequently. Yet, upon arrival, he saw a familiar head of green hair.

“I sincerely apologize, officer! Arataki Itto did not mean any harm with the Onikabuto battle. The children were quite excited to play with him.” Shinobu earnestly said. Heizou sighed, knowing that damn Oni got himself into a pickle again. He was a walking disaster with a good heart, but Heizou can’t always help bail him out. “There was a losing streak among the children and he did get quite rambunctious due to his strangely good luck.”

“I perhaps irritated Itto when I won a match against him,” A new voice adds. Heizou stopped dead in his tracks. “The children voted me in to play to see if they could win their snacks back since I happened to be nearby.”

Only Kazuha’s voice flowed with the wind so beautifully.

“I’m sure Detective Shikanoin could attest to Itto’s kind-heartedness,” The samurai walked around the corner, revealing himself to Heizou. “It seems he just arrived.”

Heizou swallowed thickly. He wasn’t interested in facing Kazuha yet. The undeniable attraction he felt towards him confused Heizou, he didn’t want to think of it. It was best to keep his mind clear when facing new cases.

Ignoring the drumbeat of his heart, he approached the Doushin.

“I agree with these two. Itto may be stubborn, but he doesn’t have a bad bone in his body. What is he even here for?” Heizou asked.

“He ruined the display for Tsukumomono Groceries, sir. He offered to help clean and repair, but he was arrested before then.”

“I say we let the man act on his word. If he cleans and helps repair the display, I don’t see it as a crime. He didn’t act with ill intent, and saw his actions as wrong afterward. He is an Oni and highly emotional because of it. If you leave him here much longer he may start wailing about how he is the worst Crimson Oni alive.” Heizou droned on. Kuki and Kazuha nodded with his words occasionally. The two knew he was spouting nonsense just to appease the Doushin. However, it worked in their favor.

“I see, sir. I will fetch him right away.” The Doushin spun on his heel to make his way towards the holding cell.

“Itto…” Kuki growled. “Gonna have to teach that Oni a lesson.”

The air around Kuki crackled with Electro energy and her eyes burned violet. Even Kazuha backed away from the sudden surge of energy. Her thinly veiled rage could boil over at any moment.

“It seems this has been handled, I will be-”

“No you will not,” Kazuha’s bandaged fingers grabbed onto Heizou’s wrist. “I have a strange occurrence I’d like you to look into.”

Heizou’s biggest weakness was an unsolved case, and Kazuha wouldn’t lie for the hell of it.

“Alright,” Heizou sighed. “Shall we discuss the details over lunch?”

“Asking me on a date, Detective?” Kazuha smirked, raising an eyebrow towards the quickly reddening man across from him.

“While you two eye fuck each other, I’ve got an Oni to deal with,” Kuki said, approaching Itto who was brought out from around the corner. Heizou watched as a slew of slaps from Kuki left Itto cowering and apologizing to her, promising he will help Aoi immediately. While her Electro energy calmed down significantly at his words, she was still undeniably angry at having to break him out for such a petty reason.

“Come along, Kazuha, we don’t have all day,” Heizou brushed off his comment from earlier, not willing to let himself dwell on it.

“Avoiding my question?” Kazuha burst into a jog to catch back up with Heizou who had already started to walk off.

“I see no need to entertain such a question,” Heizou cleared his throat awkwardly. Kazuha wouldn’t let Heizou have a moment to collect himself.

“Hm, alright. Let’s head inside then,” Kazuha gestured to the restaurant they had quickly approached.

– – –

“Odd,” Heizou muttered around a bite of fried tofu. “The insurgence of Kairagi deviance is strange. Nothing has occurred that could set them off, to my knowledge.”

“I mentioned during our last meeting that I was accused of stealing something.” Kazuha pointed out, waving around a slice of Tonkatsu. “Whatever they are looking to recover is either incriminating or extremely valuable. It’s the second instance since my own attack. It won’t take long for someone to be killed.”

“Your attention to detail is unmatched, Kazuha,” Heizou found himself saying before he could stop himself.

“Praise from you is high praise, indeed.”

“Ugh, can you get injured again and forget how to use your words like that for a while,” Heizou knew his cheeks were dusted a dark pink. He’s not used to being on the receiving end of such attention. Sure, he knows he’s charming and attractive. Such things can be helpful when trying to gain information from a source. He knew how to make the ladies swoon and the men fall at his feet.

But when met with the same treatment, Heizou froze. It’s like he was a hormonal teenager once more.

“It seems you quite like the attention. If your heartbeat and flushed skin is anything to go by, I mean.” Kazuha placed his chopsticks down on the table before brushing Heizou’s hair from his face. “Quite frankly, I’ve never seen you blush so much before.”

“You-” Heizou abruptly puts his face in his hands, taking a few deep breaths before letting them fall to his side again. “Let’s pay for our meal and start heading towards Byakko Plain. I’m sure some clues are there somewhere.”

Heizou stood up quickly, jostling the table slightly before he took off towards the owner. He blissfully ignored the sound of Kazuha’s breathy laughter fading the farther he walked away.

Kazuha kept his mouth shut as they left the restaurant but a knowing smile never left his lips. Upon getting out of Hanamizaka, Heizou had had enough. With swiftness, Heizou tugged Kazuha behind a tree. He pinned the samurai between himself and the sturdy tree behind him. A beautiful sakura tree, the petals drifted down elegantly and left behind a sweet scent.

Kazuha’s body was warm against his. Their chests were pressed together from Heizou’s movements. Kazuha’s eyes were blown open. The sudden action from Heizou took him by surprise. The detective could feel Kazuha’s heart hammering against his chest, along with his own to match.

“You’ve been pushing my limits, Kazuha.”

“Whatever do you mean?” Kazuha purred. It didn’t take long for the samurai to calm his heart. The ability to ground oneself so quickly was not Heizou’s strong suit.

“The constant comments and touches today, and the sorry excuse of a kiss from when I tended to your wounds.” Heizou said. “You’re bold, but hesitating. Why?”

Kazuha hummed, bringing one of his hands to trace lightly across Heizou’s sides. The detective’s breath caught in his throat. The bandages on Kazuha’s hands offered a rough sensation against his ribs, eliciting a jolt from him.

“You could say I’m teasing you because I want your attention.” Kazuha said. His tone and gaze were earnest.

“You’ve had my attention. You at least owe me a proper kiss at this point.” Heizou blurted. Not exactly his intention but he said it anyway. He knew of his feelings for Kazuha, but simply wanted to ignore them.

“Is that so? Well, why don’t you show me how it’s done, Detective?” Kazuha’s hands settled more firmly on Heizou’s hips.

Heizou slipped his hand into Kazuha’s hair. It was soft and thick between Heizou’s fingers. He leaned in closely to Kazuha, their breath mingling. From this distance, Heizou could pick up the smell of maple leaves on Kazuha. A warm and earthy tone matched the level-headed samurai well.

Kazuha’s eyes slipped shut, leaning in to meet Heizou halfway.

That was, until Heizou decided to angle his head at the last minute, setting a kiss upon Kazuha’s cheek.

“Seems we’re even now, Kaedehara.”

“Wow,” Kazuha scoffed at the chosen course of action. “You are quite petty.”

Heizou peeled his body away from Kazuha’s, the sudden chill of the late afternoon wind creeping down his spine. It was much more comfortable keeping his chest pressed to Kazuha’s. The man was warmer than he realized.

“It felt necessary, Kazuha,” Heizou muttered. It pleased him to know the samurai was displeased at the redirection. Being able to catch him off guard was difficult. “Perhaps you won’t treat this too lightly anymore knowing I’ll dish it right back to you.”

“I see. That was quite exhilarating, was it not?” Kazuha strolled by Heizou, continuing on in the direction of the last assault case. “What would the people think of their prized detective if caught in a situation like that with an ex-fugitive?”

“You have a much better reputation than you realize,” Heizou echoed back. He kept his distance from Kazuha, enjoying the open space around him to stretch his arms.“The citizens find you a worthy person to adore. Deflecting the Almighty Shogun’s blade is nothing to shake a stick at.”

Heizou could see Kazuha’s shoulder shake in laughter before he could hear it.

“I guess. I don’t enjoy the spotlight, though. It makes strolling about a little more difficult than desired.”

“Alright, alright. Let’s go over the details again, Zuzu.”

Kazuha stopped in his tracks. Heizou cringed inwardly, realizing he let a fond sounding nickname fall from his lips.

“Interesting nickname, Detective.” Kazuha turned to face him once more. “I do not mind it. No need to overanalyze my reaction, I’ve simply never been called that before.”

Kazuha turned back around before Heizou could respond.

“Kairagi and a handful of Nobushi have assaulted three people in three different instances.” Kazuha began. “A cowardly ambush was done during the victim’s sleep each time. All three victims have recounted being accused of stealing something that they had.”

“The attacks all took place at different times of day?” Heizou asked.

“No. Mid to late afternoon for each attack.”

“They’re not acting under the cover of the night? Strange,” Heizou trailed off. “Being near a village is odd too. The vagrants must be deperate.”

“These assailants… They looked strange. The description makes them seem more like Fatui Skirmishers.” Kazuha sighed, dragging his hands along his face as he stopped. “I can’t remember it well. It happened so quickly that a majority of details slipped through the cracks. I’m afraid I won’t be very helpful in this investigation beyond what I’ve told you.”

Heizou nudged Kazuha’s shoulder with his own.

“You are a victim here. You shouldn’t feel bad about your recollection of the event. You were asleep . There was nothing you could have done.” Heizou murmured. Victims often have a strong sense of guilt after an event. They wonder if it was something they did that caused the crime, if they overlooked a detail, or if their witness recount was trustworthy. Heizou saw it more often than not when interviewing victims.

It never made it easier to see.

Heizou deeply cared for those around him. His sympathetic nature and desire to help lead him to being a detective. Stopping people from committing crimes was the best way to save the people he cared for most. He shook off memories of his childhood before they could finish resurfacing.

“I guess you have a point,” Kazuha took a deep breath, letting his shoulders relax. “We are near the scene of the crime.”

– – –

“Did you get any info?” Heizou asked Kazuha.

Upon arriving at the village where the assault took place, the two split to ask the villagers some questions. Heizou knew Kazuha could determine the truth from a lie, and get the answers he needed; there was no reason to doubt him.

“Not many useful details were revealed, except one.” Kazuha pulled an item from his pocket. “A lovely granny handed me this and said she found it in her garden the morning after the assault happened.”

In Kazuha’s palm laid a rusted Fatui Insignia. Heizou picked up the emblem, carefully inspecting it.

“It’s been scratched nearly beyond recognition. I didn’t know insignias could rust?”

“That’s the thing, they can’t . Fatui Insignias are platinum or silver.” Kazuha interrupted his chain of thought. “This is a copper emblem of some kind. Someone went through the trouble of having a pure copper fragment be crafted into this Fatui Insignia lookalike.”

Heizou inspected the emblem much closer. Most craftsmen and blacksmiths often have a ‘signature’ that they leave on a creation. However, copper is a notoriously difficult metal to work with. Only the most skilled of smiths could work with such a material.

“Let’s head back to Amenoma Smithy and see if they have any insight,” Heizou tossed an arm around Kazuha’s shoulders. “I didn’t find anything noteworthy during my investigation. This seems to be our only lead.”

“Well, let’s hope it's a promising lead,” Kazuha said. “Afterall, there’s no case Detective Heizou can’t solve.”

Heizou’s hand that was resting on Kazuha's shoulder slipped upwards to ruffle the samurai’s hair. Breathy laughter surrounded them as the antics grew more frenzied. A playful scuffle between the men resulted in Heizou falling to the ground, dragging Kazuha with him.

With swiftness only gifted by an Anemo vision, Kazuha was able to break his fall before collapsing entirely on Heizou. The sun was setting behind him, and Heizou was awestruck.

The sorbet sky softened Kazuha’s features, and gave his hair a pinkish hue. Heizou reached towards his face, gently gliding his fingers across Kazuha’s cheek. Those fingers kept trailing hesitantly until they reached the tie that held Kazuha’s hair away from his face.

“May I?” Heizou breathed out slowly.

“I just assumed you would do so without asking,” Kazuha chuckled. “Be my guest.”

Heizou immediately released Kazuha’s hair from the tie, watching as it fell around his face in gentle waves. Heizou’s fingers carded through Kazuha’s hair freely, and the samurai’s eyes shut as he leaned into the touch. Heizou mindlessly dragged his hands down Kazuha’s back. Without warning, Heizou gripped his waist tightly and flipped their positions.

With Kazuha’s hair splayed out across the grass, the dainty colors of the sky kissing his skin, and the utterly content look on the samurai’s face weakened Heizou’s heart. He was straddling Kazuha’s thighs, knees on either side of his hips. Heizou leaned back. He needed space to breathe. Yet, Kazuha didn’t take kindly to the new distance between them. Kazuha pushed himself upward to prop on his elbows, and reached to undo Heizou’s hair tie as well.

“It’s only fair I get to see you like this too,” He said.

“You- You’re such a flirt, this feels backwards,” Heizou grumbled as he let Kazuha comb through his hair.

“You’re quite the charmer based on what I’ve heard from Lumine,” Kazuha said. “Something about calling the Traveler dreamy ?”

Heizou groaned and dipped his head to rest on Kazuha’s shoulder.

“She’s pretty and I have a weak heart, happy?” Kazuha’s laughter was once again soft, nothing sarcastic in his tone at all.

“The traveler is ethereal, I must agree. However, she’s not my preference.” Kazuha gently tugged on the hair at the nape of Heizou’s neck. He leaned in close to the detective’s ear, lips grazing the shell softly. “You’re much more my type.”

A violent shiver shook Heizou to his core. Something about the way Kazuha said it was enough to tie his stomach into knots.

“That being said, it’s getting late. We should make our way to Amenoma Smithy before the workers head home for the day,” Kazuha said, smiling sweetly as if he hadn’t just set Heizou’s heart ablaze.

“Y-yeah, you’re right.” Heizou scrambled to get up, extending his hand to help Kazuha stand as well. “Let’s head back.”

#heikazu #kazuhei #shikanoin heizou #kaedehara kazuha #genshin impact #getting itto out of jail #unresolved tension #denial of feelings #heizou is whipped

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targaryenismuses · 1 month

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Raquelle Jobal Naberrie

Born: 22 BBY

Fandom: Star Wars Oc

CHARACTER INTRODUCTION

She was born one of the

lasts heirs to the throne of Mandalore. Growing up as the

secret child of her parents,

however didn't last long.

Due to a trader giving her identity to the new formed government The Galactic Empire.

Only having a normal childhood for

two years, she barely remembered.

Her new life began on the planet Tatooine in hiding with her mother.

Having a simple life of home schooling like every child would go

through. Also she was to be trained

as a Jedi like her mother before her.

Wanting to keep her Mandalorian

Culture alive her mother made sure she fought like one too.

This however made Ricki fight rough and used her emotions more during

combat. Causing a fear of her falling to the dark side in her. Due to her mother, Reina, being extra protective over her. It made It made the young Naberrie a trouble

marker. She'd always sneak out and

rob new travelers of extra credits in their pockets.

Ricki used the extra

credits to help her mother pay for

bills, food, clothes, etc. She just lied

and said she got a job helping the Lars with their farm work. No one

on the dust bowl of the planet was

looking to hire a scrawny teenager

unless she wanted to go work for

the Hutts. Believe the force, she

wishes she could run her fist

through the whole Hutt

Clans.

With the force on her side, she never got caught by the wrong person. She just got caught by her mother one night when she found out Ricki never had a job. The two broke out into a fight that changed their relationship. She went to her room and her mind was just running. Her mother was holding her back. She was powerful could take on anyone or anything in the galaxy. She could be the change the galaxy needed.

Early the next morning, Ricki was on the transport and off the transport and off the planet to Coruscant.

She was 16 and alone.

While on the run she ran into an

order 66 survior named Quinlan

Vos, he gave her the chance to stay

with him for a week. Soon it became

3 weeks, 4 weeks then it became a whole year.

They bounty hunted

together and he taught her more about the force. He became like a

big brother to her. Vos endded up

leaving her behind on a job, where

he said he would come back for her.

He never did. So she had to fight for

herself. That night she was arrested for crimes against the Empire. She had a small trial and was to be sent to do mining work on Llum. However, her punished was changed to maintenance work.

She worked on a Star Destroyer in the lower levels for about a month until she was saved by a group of

undercover rebels. From there she

was taken to the Massassi Outpost

on Yain 4. Where she was asked for

any information. She gave small things she knew and new codes she

learned form small talks with the

officers.

Ricki felt a connection to of

the man who rescued her.

He later introduced himself as her father.

At first she wanted nothing to do with him as time passed she learned they shared some of the same hobbies. The two tried to make up for lost time.

Ricki started helping the Rebellion,

doing small work for Bail Organa.

She became his spy.

Getting sent to take down threats that might think of joining the Empire.

She took down worthless men or women who were slave owners.

Freeing the slaves. She was given the nickname 'The Kere' (kere is huttese for killer of evil) by the people.

Later, she

worked for Leia Organa for when

she needed something done but

couldn't at her hands dirty or to

find more Intel on the empire. Even

working with the Ghost

Crew at times.

After the fall of the first

Death Star, she reconnected with her mother. The two rebuilt their relationship together and after the war together and after the war she

followed her mother to try and rebuild Mandalore.

#star wars #rp #starwars #starwarsrp #star wars rp #star wars roleplay #oc #my ocs #emilia clarke #star wars oc #the mandalorian #disney #oc rp #movies #art #roleplay

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ghosts-of-gotham · 2 months

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Lulu Schultz AKA Lola Lasagne

Based on 'Lola Lasange' from Batman 66

Pronounced 'La-San-Ge' but sounds like Lasagne. She hates when she is called her real name or hearing her last name mis spoken.

Lulu Schultz grew up as a childhood friend to Oswald Cobblepot AKA The Penguin. She was a devious and as cruel as him as she helped him with his schemes and hurting other kids on the playground.

She came from a somewhat average home and her parents were friends of the Cobblepots. Lulue grew up amongst high society but the dark corners of greed and corruption, leading her to want riches and power.

She thought she had her dreams come true when she managed to cross paths with Luigi Lasagne, a south american billionaire playboy in his 70s. She thought it was a done deal, a beautiful young woman for a wife and give it a few years, he died and she gets the money. But no, he was smart and divorced her after only three weeks of marriage, only thing she got from the divorce was a racing horse named Parasol.

Despite the divorce, she kept her fake name, Lola, and Luigi's last name for power and presence as she was in the spotlight due to the divorce and she was racing her horse and winning races. The horse was all she had. Even her famed 'priceless' parasols were fake as they had to be sold so she could afford food and other luxuries.

She returned to Gotham to race Parasol in the Wayne Foundation Handicap. This is where her and her old friend, Oswald Cobblepot, reunited after he stole one of her parasols. They soon rekindled their friendship and struck up a plan to win the races. By switching Parasol with a fake and repainting Parsol as a new horse. Then putting all the money on the new horse and making it win as the new rising star!

It was a sure fire win!... Until Batman and Robin intervined.

Lulu went to jail but was bailed out shortly after Penguin was freed, as a favor for a old friend. Lulu was now free but she had nothing. No horse. No money. nothing. But she did have fame now in the Gotham Underworld due to her horse racing stunt with Penguin and this gave her a idea.

She now has become the Gotham Underworld's number one bookie. Taking big bets on everything from street fights to high stake crimes to races and more!

Just make sure you can pay your bets.... or she'll come and make sure you pay. By money or other means...

#lulu schultz #lola lasange #profile

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messagefromthemess · 2 years

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Simple Notepad

You see everybody got a story to tell

Well here's mine

My pain's deep, I have been through hell

I managed to survive so I got a story to tell

Listen, I stand victorious

Make the sign of the cross

Look I'm here to be the voice for every friend I ever lost

Let me pray as I put together my hands

I've never been ashamed to tell you the person I am

When it comes to doing drugs, I have never been a rookie

But hold up, let me tell you about the places that they took me

I haven't showered, it's been possibly a week

And I'm so deep in a psychosis, impossible to speak

The coke is in my arm, now it's impossible sleep

My throat's numb, closed shut, so it's impossible to eat

Losing weight's a part of my daily routine

I always use against my will, just praying I was clean

So nod your head if you understand what I mean

When I was growing up I never thought that I would be a fiend, ever

My life's tumultuous, it's never getting better

Another abscess from my arm is getting severed

My exquisite vision, depiction of dereliction

Livid living conditions, malicious on a mission

All these damn cops, look they all know me by my first name

Paramedics had to revive me this ain't a game

I worn the same clothes for like the last ten days

And look I want to do better but I don't know a different way

Completely all alone, I'm sitting in this room

I empty out the bags, brown liquid in the spoon

I have to do a lot, can no longer do a little

The water's been added, I place the cotton in the middle

I'm sucking every drop up into this plastic device

As I'm tying off, I'm trying to find a decent vein to strike

I shove it ever so gently up underneath my skin

As I'm pulling back the plunger till there's blood in the syringe

I push it in and try to drift away to heaven

But criminals like me that's never the place that we're headed

The guilt, shame, remorse and regret I never address

And I'm a mess from all this pain and this anguish

I'm filled with stress, overdoses, I'm emotionally broken, this ain't a joke

I'm smoking on a Newport, I never have any hope

This is me, I'm feeling like I don't deserve more

I feel disgusted as I'm pushing on this burnt chore

Someone stole the vinegar in the midst of a black out

Another shooting gallery, another crack house

On the porch ''Welcome To Hell'' is on the floor mat

I'm glancing at my arms and all I ever see is sore tracks

I'm feeling filthy dirty needles with the orange cap

Peaking out the window, someone whispers ''Lock the door latch''

We're blasting off, departing from this mothership

I look around as others search the carpet for another hit

Crest whitening strips and Mach 3's

I'm on a suicidal mission till these cops try to stop me

We boosted everyday selling steaks for half price

Any dream I ever had was shattered by glass pipes

Glass rose, devil got my in his lasso

Entered the gates of hell and I didn't even have a pass-code

I'm hard headed, I will never learn my lesson

You know the drill, commit a crime, and get arrested

The misery never ends, I spend another week in jail

I don't have friends, family never paid my bail

So I would withdrawal and kick on that concrete floor

I feel like I've had enough but my body is screaming ''MORE''

The food is horrible, but I haven't eaten in days

No reason to call home cause I got nothing left to say

I'm tired of this jail, I don't ever want to see prison

Look I'm tired and exhausted from this life that I'm living

I would get a couple days clean, and say that I was done

But every time I got released I was back on the run

It's back to thieving, lying, robbing, and ripping, and running

These problems I don't solve them, I'm crippled and sick to my stomach

I hang with prostitutes and these deadly degenerates

I'm homeless for the moment, but that's really quite irrelevant

The only thing that matters in life is my next high

I got to be willing to change and give it my best try

I'm a servant and this heroin's my king

I'm feeling like a slave, as I dangle from these puppet strings

I'm just a marionette, I'm staring at death

As I am carrying regrets that are just tearing through my flesh

We're dealing with a topic we're so careless to neglect

We're dealing with a dilemma leaving every parent stressed

I'm so sick and tired though of being sick and tired

But then it finally happened, motivated by desire

I hit this point, I wanted to change, enough is enough

My efforts been exhausted and I'm tired of being stuck

My faith is never blind and my future I barely see

But overnight, was open minded I had this moment of clarity

So it begins and it's essential I believe

Cause if it worked for you, then it just has to work for me

Through all this pain, there's got to be a positive message

I talked about the past, now let's talk about the present

I'm no longer living that way, for me it's a blessing

But with one bad decision I am back in that obsession

In 05 was diagnosed with an insidious disease

I utilize the bad, it's always been the fuel for driving me

And then u ask me ''Why do I give this my all?''

I'm not trying to see ''Rest In peace'' on my Facebook wall

I got clean and started writing

I started touching lives, I never thought that this would happen

This shit today, trust me it isn't heroin

It's killing everybody and the comments are disparaging

No one cares or gives a fuck that I'm clean

For them another deadly overdose is just something to see

Look, I pay attention to every thing that I read

As you are sitting there judging in front of your iPhone screen

Talking about these dying addicts and how they are worthless

And if they put a needle in their arm then they deserve it

But that's someone's Mother, someone's Uncle, someone's Daughter

And that's someone's Aunt, someone's Son and someone's Father

As I write, this shit is giving me chills

And I am speaking off experience, that's how I know it's real

These ignorant motherfuckers will say it's not a disease

And look I really don't care, you can believe what you believe

I don't care to argue, I don't got to give you proof

Listen, I was taught you don't got to defend the truth

Incurable, progressive and fatal unless arrested

I'm expressing aggression with every sentiment confession

Once a junkie always a junkie, you're boring me

The last time I checked, there's one ultimate authority

I'm sick of these remarks and opinions from all these critics

Cause if you never lived it, then trust me you'll never get it

Be quite, you're not allowed to speak about it

If you've never lived it, then you're not allowed to speak about it

How often you forget, the only time that you should ever open your mouth is to eat a dick

Everybody is dying it makes me sick

This isn't a epidemic, this is more like an apocalypse

So when I struggle, it's only right that I fight

And my experience recites on how that diamond saved my life

Look, you don't got a clue what I've been through

When I was at my worst you couldn't walk a mile in my shoes

I survived a lot, so it's only right that I smile

And I'm aware of my surroundings, I'm no longer in denial

I'm blown away by every praise that I get

It gives me motivation, it's the only reason I never quit

We got to do this together, we must trust

There's no you, there's no me, there's just us

I'm doing this with courage, I'm doing this with pride

I'm doing this for every single friend that's ever died

I dedicate this song to anyone that's lost a loved one

So live your life cause tomorrow may never come

Be grateful for your past, embrace it, don't get embarrassed

Everyday there is more children growing up without their parents

I felt pain, look I'm not afraid to cry

My life changed once I was willing to try

I've been giving many chances now it's truly do or die

I'm doing what it takes so my daughter will never see me high

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kloudslog · 6 months

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If I took him

If I had taken the chance

Then would he be back

Why do I miss him this much

He wasn't mine to grasp

Only knew him a month and

Yet I feel blank

Want to be asleep

Fight god and this plan

If only my parents could be honest, have said

We never want you back

Just go away

I want them to stop

Lying to me

Running out of time

Wake up in the cold

My meds will run dry, then

What will that hold

Could barely keep thought

My focus is shot

I should have fucking

Adopted that dog

If i took him home,

Would things be well still

Why was this the breaking point

Of my will

He would have a bed

And he would be safe

He would see the snow- fuck-

He’d see all the states

We’d run on the beach

He would eat and eat

Id make it so

The pain of the past would leave

He wouldn't be scared

He just needed time

Kept getting returned

Oh what a crime

Why does my heart burn?

This dog of a month,

Never adopted to me

My parents decided I wasn’t worth the feed,

They called me a monster

Depressive fiend

They looked at my face and called all their faults

Tried to make it seem like it was all my fault

All my friends had bailed

My siblings had cried

They begged me to stay

Parents said i was a crime

what could I say?

And I was alone,

I was scared

I would snap at anyone who would come near and-

He was alone,

And he was scared

And he would snap at us all out of fear

And I’m still alone

And I'm still scared

But I had stopped snapping at the people here

He wouldn’t stop snapping and people became scared

Would that have been me if I never cared?

I failed to save him but made sure to cry,

I knew it was wrong to not say goodbye

I watched him doze around, til he fell asleep

And he fell asleep right by my feet

And I said goodbye as he laid on that throne

Memories I had planned all burning in that stove

The doctors had quietly said “hes gone”

And man what have I done

To the one thing I got?

I have no friends

My family forgot

I move to another state to restart

I cant call to Hel, but she keeps taking my mind

Keeps taking my focus

how I’m running out of time

I should have taken my best friend home

But I adopted his ashes and-

Home into my van

That the windows may leak

Looking at the one piece of him

That I can keep

I was to late

To take him with me

No snow on his feet

No simple life dream

My future was with him

And now its all gone

I shouldn't have planned it

On a shelter dog

A dog who would snap,

But clearly wanted love

He’d climb in my lap

Let me hold him and touch

he was given to another

who swore to do such

She broke our trust

brought him back without luck

It was his last chance,

I took to long to say

“Give him to me, he is my only way”

He’s all that I had

I had lost way to much

And now I had lost the one thing I could touch

The one guy that I knew

my future would be with

And I had failed to save him

They said I couldn''t take him

I asked to adopt and they told me why

He had too many chances

But never could fight

The demons in his mind

That would cause him to bite

I failed him that night

Couldn’t save him alright

And now the one soul that I loved

Had to die

If I took him

We’d play in the snow until dusk

Warm up by a fire

Give him tea to warm up

Given him all the toys and the best food I could buy

He’d get all the chances to chase birds

I would try

He’d have a throne next to me on my drives

He’d be able to sleep in his warm bed at night

I would read all my books that I had in supply

Read him so he’d know he was safe in the vans light

We’d go to the mountains, the sea, and to lakes

He’d fall asleep while the radio played

If ever the need id take him overseas

He was such a small dog I’d just fly him with me

The world is such a fucking scary place

He didn't need to be pushed away

He would have a home, full belly, a way

To escape all the horrors that he had faced

All he needed was a safe place

I would get a land in the future with ducks, with goats and with plants and it would just be us

He could chase the ducks

run around all day

My goal was to make him forget where he came

Just as he helped me forget the place I came

And yet

I had failed

To save my only

{{ Recently I had to put down my dog, I wasn't able to adopt him as he was at the shelter I worked at. Originally he was adopted, and I was happy for him... but they returned him, having done the opposite of what we told her to do, and he bite her and her husband.

I should have taken him the moment he returned, but I hesitated, assumed he would still be here when my van conversion was done (I live in my van, and I'm still converting it).

three days off his bite hold, we learned he was to be euthanized.

and it became to late to adopt him, I tried but... I wasn't allowed to anymore.

I couldn't save him.

I have been dealing with this feeling since, its only been a week but mixing it with my current burnout and such... He was all I had, and planned my future on.

Wrote this, its not the best but it made me feel a little better. }}

#lost pet #shelter pets #i failed #poem

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sammydem0n64 · 9 months

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Hmmm GNC Trio fun facts?

Yessss yesss keep these coming I love waffling about randos

Garmella:

-I know I said the reason he's chill with Cheon being a mafia boss is because he thinks it's attractive... and yeah good for them, I ALSO think it kinda goes deeper. Like he's not 100% ok with it he's not justifying the crimes, it's moreso he understands this is a revenge thing and he wants Cheon to succeed in avenging his parents, with the added bonus of getting rid of dangerous people in the city! Obtuse ways to make Nabisca a safer place! I also just think he's p desensitized to it all, so there's that

-He paints whatever comes to mind; a lot of his pieces are very experimental and are just him throwing whatever colors come to mind at the board! These naturally don't get sold for profit, but he likes having them around since it shows his creative process

-He doesn't use models for his work. If Tisa's vain ass ever asks he will politely say no BUT he'll also decline the second the words leave her mouth so-

-I do think he's aware that Medge is a drug dealer, he just doesn't say anything since it's clear Medge doesn't want him to know. Like Cheon's mafia stuff, Garmella sympathizes with Medge's occupation because he KNOWS he had to turn to it when they were younger to keep food on the table. He doesn't agree with it morally and he does want him to one day get a different job, but rn he'll play dumb and hand over the bail money so Medge doesn't feel bad <3

-Likewise (on the topic of Medge), he and Keyla had a very awkward stare down when she moved in with him. Just total silence without blinking. Fun times!

-He likes playing dumb if you couldn't tell from the fact he's super knowledgeable on like, everything in this family but no one knows that he does. He's done this ever since he was a kid because it keeps altercations low, gets people to not see him as a threat and in general, it's fun to collect gossip when people think you're just a dumb blond sweetheart!

-He and Medge's surname (maiden name in Garmella's case) is Gooye, pronounced "Gooey"

Stripe:

-He and Whipe were inseparable as kids, they're both as equally protective of each other!

-He's def a college dropout. No shade tho that's just how it is!

-The other detectives are vaguely aware of him since Hopper and Midge have brought him up, but none of them go to him for information like Hopper does. If they did, unless it was Mallow, he'd probably just make a snide comment and tell them to mind their business. He likes being his boyfriend's informant! (Mallow gets respect for being one of Hopper's closest friends)

-You gotta be very strong and flexible to be a stripper, so he def has a lot of strength that people don't realize. He can lift Midge up with ease, same for any other kids her age (or multiple!). He likes seeing people lose their shit when he shows off this strength

-His original concept was that he was gonna 100% be a very soft, shy guy who was only a stripper for the money. Fuck that he loves working as a gay stripper. First iteration Stripe would probably die seeing the current him-

-He kinda has suspicions on the Oreona family and the mafia ties... mostly Gleo since he has interacted with her (his sister's boss' gf) but he only makes jokes about it. He doesn't want Hopper investigating some random woman because he thinks she's sus- (even tho he's RIGHT)

-Thinks Wreme's dad is patheic and laughed when he got word that he got divorced. Yeah Wreme's parents are divorced lol their dad is fighting for his life over it

Holt:

-He was a scene kid in high school.

-He's also a metalhead. Loves his metal music.

-I keep his family vague bc 1) I don't know the whole deal with his family lol FGHJK and 2) you really don't need to know the full picture. All I'll say is that he's not an only child, and certain matters will definitely paint his homelife as a bad one. Whether his parents contributed to it (or were even there, he may be an orphan) isn't stated but. well. you notice I've been giving him scars, yeah?

-He actually graduated university with a really good degree, something in marketing I think. He just doesn't have a good corporate job bc it's not his style AND you think he can become a business man like Gregory? In this economy? He doesn't think so!

-He. He doesn't have friends. Like yeah he gets along with people in town that he gossips with and has small talk with, but he genuinely didn't have friends until Colton and the rest of GNC trio came into his life. Damn Holt!!

-A lot of his appearance is a lie. I don't just mean he uses a shit ton of makeup on his face. Dude yassifies himself in the morning every day and I will not elaborate rn

#asks #'how I look with he/him in my bio' gang <3

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mylifeinsg · 1 year

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I've never been ashamed to tell you the person I am

When it comes to doin' drugs, I've never been a rookie

But hold up, lemme tell you about the places that they took me

I haven't showered, it's been possibly a week

And I'm so deep in a psychosis, impossible to speak

The coke is in my arm, now it's impossible to sleep

My throat's numb, closed shut, so it's impossible to eat

Losin' weight's a part of my daily routine

I always use against my will, just prayin' I was clean

So nod your head if you understand what I mean

When I was growin' up I never thought that I would be a fiend, ever

My life's tumultuous, it's never gettin' better

Another abscess from my arm is gettin' severed

My exquisite vision, depiction of dereliction

Livid living conditions, malicious on a mission

All these Green-tree cops, look, they all know me by my first name

Paramedics had to revive me, this ain't a game

I worn the same clothes for like the last ten days

And look, I wanna do better but I don't know a different way

Completely all alone, I'm sittin' in this room

I empty out the bags, brown liquid in the spoon

I have to do a lot, can no longer do a little

The water's been added, I place the cotton in the middle

I'm suckin' every drop up into this plastic device as I'm tyin' off

I'm tryna find a decent vein to strike

I shove it ever so gently up underneath my skin

As I am pullin' back the plunger 'til there is blood in the syringe

I push it in and try to drift away to heaven

But criminals like me, that's never the place that we're headed

The guilt, shame, remorse and regret I never address

And I'm a mess from all this pain and this anguish

I'm filled with stress, overdoses

I'm emotionally broken, this ain't a joke

I'm smokin' on a Newport, I never have any hope

This is me, I'm feelin' like I don't deserve more

I feel disgusted as I'm pushin' on this burnt chore

Someone stole the vinegar in the midst of a black out

Another shootin' gallery, another crack house

On the porch "Welcome To Hell" is on the floor mat

I'm glancin' at my arms and all I ever see are sore tracks

I'm feelin' filthy, dirty needles with the orange caps

Peakin' out the window, someone whispers "Lock the door latch"

We're blastin' off, departin' from this mothership

I look around as others search the carpet for another hit

Crest whitening strips and Mach 3's

I'm on a suicidal mission 'til these cops try to stop me

We boosted everyday, sellin' steaks for half price

Any dream I ever had was shattered by glass pipes

Glass rose, Devil got my in his lasso

Entered the gates of hell and I didn't even have a pass-code

I'm hard headed, I will never learn my lesson

You know the drill, commit a crime, and get arrested

The misery never ends, I spend another week in jail

I don't have friends, family never paid my bail

So I would withdrawal and kick on that concrete floor

I feel like I've had enough but my body is screamin' more

The food is horrible, but I haven't eaten in days

No reason to call home 'cause I got nothin' left to say

I'm tired of this jail, I don't ever wanna see prison

Look, I'm tired and exhausted from this life that I am livin'

I would get a couple days clean, and say that I was done

But every time I got released I was back on the run

It's back to thievin', lyin', robbin', and rippin', and runnin'

These problems, I don't solve em, I'm crippled and sick to my stomach

I hang with prostitutes and these deadly degenerates

I'm homeless for the moment, but that's really quite irrelevant

The only thing that matters in life is my next high

I gotta be willin' to change and give it my best try

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writingsofmyimagination · 2 years

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Webs |3|

Webs: Dating Peter Parker is hard when you have a spidey secret of your own (SMUT (Set with themes of Into The Spiderverse comics)

1 | 2 | …Ongoing

Words:2432

Warnings: Smut

“Nothing is interrupting my night tonight” You stated. Adamant nothing is going to stop you from having a normal house party void of any incidents.

“Why even try and jinx yourself” Caitlin responded rolling her eyes on the edge of your bed.

“I’m not even taking my suit”

Every superhero needs a friend that knows right?.

“Mmmhmm” Caitlin stopped buckling her shoe to give you a look riddled with sass. Her eyes shifted to your arm to the thick silver bangle on your wrist.

“Fine” You conceded, caught in your own lie. Dramatically taking it off and launching it onto your pillow.

“Bet you regret telling me about that suit now don’t you”

“Perhaps, it was only going to be just in case”

“Just in case of what? I doubt anything that dramatic is going to happen at a house party”

“I don’t know, remember Amelia last time”

“Okay no one expected that, but it’s not Spider Woman worthy is it” Caitlin chuckled zipping up the back of your dress.

“This random crime spike is just not sitting well with me, it just seems off”

“And you’re expecting some kinda big bad behind it?” “I mean I don’t know, maybe”

“Well how about tonight you let Spiderman take the hits”

“Well” You asked giving her a twirl. The dress was nothing super special. But it was Peter’s favourite colour on you. Red. A sweetheart neckline body con midi dress hugging to your figure, albeit a bit more tightly after the amount of pizza you and Caitlin had just consumed between the pair of you.

“Damn, Red is definitely a colour for you girl”

“It’s Peter’s too” you added, mischief laced in your words.

“Well when you bail to bang and leave me I forgive you in advance”

“If he doesn’t flake out” you added.

Sambuca scolded your throat, now questioning your life choice to join in a dangerous cards against humanity game. The round winner takes a shot of their choice. There was debate of the losers doing the shots, but no one wanted to get their stomach pumped tonight. You’d just thrown down an hilariously inappropriate combination. The 00’s pop playlist filling the room with nostalgia was at just the right level; No one had to shout at each other to be heard and it was just as easy to vibe with the music. In your circle round the table that beautiful bug of nostalgia was having people lightly swaying while their cards fanned out in their hand. There was 8 of you gathered round the large table, there was about another 7 people playing and watching video games, before you started they were swearing around on Mario Kart.

You were sat on Peter’s lap, his hand firmly just under the boundary of your dress on your thigh. It hadn’t started there. You’d be lying if you said you wasn’t using his choice of not playing against him. Teasing him periodically with miniscule motions of your hips.

“Don’t you think we should get Caitlin home?” Peter whispered. She had way too many black cards and plastic shot glasses piled in front of her.

“As much as I want to say you’re just saying that so you can take me home, you are right. She’s done”

“I don’t know why you’d insinuate such a thing” He quipped, thigh receiving a soft squeeze.

“Okay guys, we are going to love and leave you and tap out. And take this one home before she passes out”

Unanimous groans but acceptance dispersed throughout the table. Caitlin was scowling at you like a petulant child. That is until you promised her you’d make her Nutella and banana on toast before bed. Food always prevails with her.

The taxi journey to her house was interrupted by a couple of near misses but you made it to her house without incurring a vomit fee.

The second her fluffy onesie was on she collapsed into her bed and persisted you fulfil your promise.

“Can you stop it” You chuckled in a sheltered manner, patting Peter away from behind you.

“I can, but I won’t” He countered, wrapping his arms round your waist again, head burying in your neck armed with hot, kisses and gentle nips

“Swear to god Parker” You warned. Your body completely disagreeing with your words and moulding into his.

“Let me finish this will you” You pleaded. Spreading Nutella becoming more of a task than it needed to be.

He finally backed off with a sulked huff.

“Thank yooou” He snatched the Nutella pot from the side and the spoon dramatically from the side. He couldn’t quite stop his grin from appearing through the façade of stroppiness.

You crept up the stairs plate in hand. Waking her housemates up at 3am was not on your agenda. Caitlin had crashed, already snoring through heavy breathes. Her clothes were scattered on the floor and from the looks of managed to scatter her other pyjamas from her draw round the room. Nothing would wake her up at this point. You put the plate down on her bedside table in defeat and silently kicked her bin across the floor to her bedside.

“Well thanks to you holding me up she’s already crashed and I’ll tell her tomorrow when shes cursing through her hangover it’s on you”

“I’ll take it, can we go back to yours now?” his tongue visibly clearing his mouth of Nutella.

“Impatient much?” You took the pot and spoon from him with a gentle shove; he was now backed against the counter. Spoon swirled with the gooey chocolate, spoon in your mouth eyes not breaking from Peter’s.

“Impatient? You’ve been winding me up all god damn night”

“I love it when you get annoyed” You teased, fingers wrapping round the top of his belt.

“Yeah?” Knocking your arms away.

“Yet you don’t like it when I tease you and make YOU wait” You hopped up on the side scissoring your legs cutely.

“Please get my shoes babe” After a look he does so without another word. He had a gentle grip of your ankle as he slid your heels on. His hands do not yield, as his fingertips tiptoed the underside of your leg. Your thighs becoming fast victims of his grip as he pulled your body forward with a quick controlled tug. Your arms flew out in response grappling for the security of his shoulders. Only encouraging the flurry kisses on the inside of your thigh as his head nudged your legs apart.

“Okay that’s enough” The begrudging protest you breathed firmly. His hand wandering to the apex of your thighs threatening to change your mind.

“Peter!” You chuckled sliding yourself of the side.

“Is Evie home tonight?”

“Nope, why do you think I’ve chained the door you dweeb” You smirked, arms out, cradling Peter back into you, back against the modest living room table.

“You won’t be calling me that when you’re bent over this table” He purred into your ear, he earned a small gasp as his fingers tangled in your hair forcing your into the deep whirlwind of his lips. You hoisted yourself up on to the table wrapping your legs around his waist with a strong grip.

“Now where were we at” he cooed, deserting your lips for his new target of inside of your thighs. His eyes captured and held your gaze hostage as he inched closer and closer to where you really wanted. He reached his limit, restricted by your dress.

“Need assistance?”

“Please” he pleaded. You took your time edging the dress zipper lower and lower. It pooled on the floor around your feet as you slid out of your heels. Peter’s eyes danced frantically, taking you all in.

“You are sooo beautiful baby” He cooed. It caused a bright saccharine smile to edge across your lips.

“You are lucky to have me” you responded tugging him back into you.

“Oh believe me I know” he breathed tugging your bra down with his lips latching onto one of your buds. Your head drooped back as your hands glided into his hair, the soft locks tight in your fingers. You grabbed the hand that was digging into your side, teasing his hand to in between your legs. He followed your lead and began circling his fingers.

“Peter, hurry up and make love to me”

“Tell me you love me” he whispered. You both stopped, you took his head in your hands.

“Peter Parker… I love you” the words left your mouth slowly, meaning embossed through every single syllable. His eyes glossed over, a coating of pure contentment. You both paused for a beat nothing but the gazes you were holding over each other, relaxed sweet smiles directed at one another. The moment passed, fleeting. His shirt joined your dress in the pool on the floor, he unbuttoned his jeans under hungry eyes. Your hips tilted into his as he ran himself through you.

“God you feel perfect” He grunted through a relieved moan.

A clinky bang jolted you both to still and sober.

“Y/N! Unchain the door please” A voice called through the gap that had appeared at the door.

“Shit” you whispered in sync, you both fumbled around, regaining the clothes scattered on the floor.

“Coming” You responded loudly with maximum effort to conceal your breathlessness.

You both gave yourself a once over patting down your outfits.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t think you were back tonight” You watched Evie chuck her bag onto the sofa and shed her coat to the rack.

“I wasn’t, hey Peter” He offered an awkward wave with a half-smile. You didn’t say anything more, waiting.

“Me and Darryl had a fight and I wanted to just be in my own bed”

“Oh I’m sorry hun”

“It’s cool, I’m just going to head to bed. Night guys”

With her door clicked shut Peter offered you an amused glanced, his lips turned up.

“Moods kind of gone huh?”

“Mmmhmm” you agreed. He took your hand kissing it like a princess before following you to your bedroom.

“Is it me or is the room still spinning?” Peter asked. Your head was nestling on Peter’s gently undulating chest, his fingers delicately combing through your hair, each stroked more calming than the last.

“The trick is to close your eyes” You responded, hands dancing in small circles on his bare chest.

“Right of course” he chuckled.

You rolled over reaching out, your exhale of disappointment fanned across the empty space next to you.

Again, really?

- Where did you go…again? – 08:45

Noticing the time stamp on your message you jolted up, scrambling around your room and getting yourself dressed. No time for breakfast today. You resigned yourself to being late for your 9am lecture when your locked your door as it was already 08:55.

“Shit” you breathed, dropping your keys as you fished your phone out. Your mood had soured and etched lines at your forehead. Seeing you’d received a reply from Peter only made the lines deeper.

Your second lecture was intense but the deep concentration diffused the mood of the morning. During that time your phone had buzzed a few more times

- I’m so sorry – 09:15

- Babe, I’m sorry – 10:00

- Can we meet for lunch? – 10:01

- Please… - 10:15

You did not respond. Instead, wanting to get a head start on your homework you made yourself scarce in the corner of the concrete quadrant outside. The lunch rush of students had thinned to a low buzz, the staff were clearing up the cups and plates of the aftermath with a rushed nuance. You nursed your hands round a mug of hot chocolate, eyes switching between your laptop screen and the book you had opened up.

“Uh…hey” Peter voice crept in.

“Hey” you responded, no attempt was made to make eye contact.

He sat opposite you

“Y/N I’m so sorry” He pleaded.

“You say sorry but you always do this, where do you even go?” your arms crossed defensively as you lent back in the chair.

“I… uh… forget things ya know and when I remember I just gotta go” His eyes grew wide, concern glistening in his brown pools of sugar.

“It’s not like you just leave early, you leave half way through the night”

“I know, it’s…”

“Do you like not want to wake up with me or something?”

“What? No of course not” He placed his books on the table and searched for your hands to hold.

“Y/N I love you, I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you feel like that. I want to make you feel special not the opposite”

“I just want to be able wake up and curl next to my boyfriend when he sleeps over” you admitted, dropping your shoulders, the knots in your stomach loosening.

“I can do that”

You wasn’t all that convinced.

“Can I come over tonight?”

“Uh, I’m busy tonight I’ve got some work to do and I’m desperate for an early night” You lied.

“Oh okay” His words deflated.

“Maybe tomorrow night? If you bring pizza”

“Consider it a long all night date night” He perked up, almost bouncing in his seat, reaching forward and catching you in a surprise kiss.

“I’ll believe it when I see it Parker, now get lost I’ve got stuff to do”

The sun had surrendered to the moon, coating the city in the perfect cover of darkness. You was easily able to climb up the side of the gymnasium and through the open window. You didn’t always go in the front. You shrugged off your jacket and fished out your hand wraps, you sunk to the mat and began meticulously bandaging your hands already eyeing up the punching bag dangling from its bar. You were itching to go out and do a sweep of the area in your suit but you were conscious your sense had been letting you down at times recently and wanted to train inside for a bit in a hope to sharpen your senses. In this universe you lacked the scientific support of the likes of Mr Fantastic, in this universe you were on your own.

Your hands pummelled away at the bag; evoking perspiration at your temples. You were light on your feet with a stance to match. Each swipe at bag causing the metal chain support to clang throughout the room. Strong breaths out, perfectly timed with each swing.

You turned suddenly your body alerting you…

Glass shattering from above with quiet, deafening shards.

#spiderman #spiderman smut #marvel #tom holland #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman x reader #marvel fanfiction #spiderman imagine

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goldenraeofsun · 3 years

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Day 10: Crossover

Sam and Dean fell into a life of crime early on. They had to, what with growing up like they did. Dad walked them through the credit scams, and Sam realized that was just the beginning. He cobbled together his own Frankenstein computer together at twelve. By the time Dad dropped off the map for good, Sam had the skills to set them up for life.

He also bailed out twenty-three animal shelters and counting.

Dean mainly used his computer to download porn.

But Dean found his ability to convince older girls (and boys) to sleep with him and sweet talk bartenders into giving him a beer from age sixteen onwards translated to other… pursuits. They moved to New York City after Dad left, and Dean quickly fell in with the right crowd. They assumed he was the heir of a French banker with a fifty million trust fund, and he just never corrected them. Before he and Sam skipped town, Dean got a bank to loan him another fifty million. Dean used most of the money to fund his next scam, but it was fun while it lasted.

When Sam gets an email from Carver Edlund about a job, Dean dismisses it as another scam. How the hell would this Chuck guy know who they are? They’ve never been caught - not even a parking ticket.

But Sam digs a little deeper, and the receipts lead back to Chuck Shurley, novelist.

“He’s written books about us?” Dean demands as Sam reads the summary of Chuck’s most recent publication.

“Looks like,” Sam says grimly. He clicks the next page and narrates, “Together, the Hacker and the Grifter make a formidable team, but it may all be in jeopardy when they team up with a hitter and a thief for the greatest heist of the century.”

“We haven’t done that,” Dean says, frowning as he peers over Sam’s shoulder at the computer screen. The glare from their giant penthouse windows of Austin’s Fairmont Hotel makes it difficult.

“I think that’s what his email is about,” Sam says, toggling back to his inbox and Carver Edlund’s message. He glances up to Dean. “So, what do you think? He looks legit.”

Dean purses his lips. “I guess we aren’t doing anything at the moment.”

“Might be fun,” Sam says, his tone considering. “We’ve never worked with a team before.”

On the drive to Los Angeles, Sam reads the rest of Carver Edlund’s books. “Apparently he’s got another series, about the Thief and the Hitter. His next one is this big crossover event. Publisher’s Weekly said it’s one of the most highly anticipated thrillers of the year.”

“I’m not bustin’ out the champagne,” Dean grumbles as they enter the city limits. “I can’t believe he made my baby a Mustang.”

“At least he didn’t give you love interests,” Sam says darkly, throwing his Kindle into the back seat, “and kill them all off for plot.”

Dean sets them up in a swanky downtown hotel about a mile from the meeting spot. That evening, he scopes out the bar Chuck chose, noting the lack of security cameras and a pretty blonde sitting at the corner, nursing a straight whiskey. Back in their room, Sam does a thorough background check on the bar itself.

“Something’s up,” Sam announces as Dean returns carrying takeout. “The place is owned by Gabriel L. Laufeyson.”

Dean pauses. “As in Loki Laufeyson?” He grins. “He took a fake name from the Marvel movies?”

Sam nods grimly. “But get this - I think he’s really Gabriel Crawford.”

Dean flops down on one of the plush white couches and sets his bag of food down on the coffee table. “Seriously?”

“Did you not notice the original Dogs Playing Poker behind the bar?” Sam asks, eyebrows rising. “The Coolidge Museum reported it stolen twelve years ago. It’s worth over five hundred thousand.”

“And you’re positive it’s the real one?” Dean asks.

“Yup.”

“Bold, hiding it in plain sight,” Dean muses, “Then again, I wouldn’t expect anything different from him. Did you hear he stole the Stanley Cup? The replacement isn’t very good.”

Sam frowns. “That’s not true.”

“Bet I could ask him tomorrow.”

“A hundred that’s a rumor.”

Dean grins. “Easier than taking candy from a baby.”

* * *

The blonde girl is back when Dean and Sam enter the bar to meet Chuck a half hour early. Dean jerks his head in her direction, and Sam rolls his eyes but leaves Dean up to his own devices and heads for an empty booth.

“Hey,” Dean says, sliding into a seat next to her.

She gives him an unimpressed look before taking a sip of her whiskey.

Ouch. Well, nobody ever said Dean couldn’t take a hint. He might be a grifter, but he's not a creep.

Dean ignores her in favor of the painting behind the bar. He doesn’t have a crap ton of art expertise, but he’s picked up a few things. A lot of money travels in the high-end art circles, and Dean has stolen a painting or five before. This Dogs Playing Poker seems like the real deal.

Sam had picked up chatter on the web about Gabriel running with a whole crew of thieves, each with their own specialty. He fell off the map soon after those rumors died.

Dean flags down the bartender and gets two drinks to bring back to Sam, who’s probably doing something illegal on his phone.

Fifteen minutes later, Dean jerks his head to where a short, bearded man and a taller bearded man stand in the doorway. He mutters to Sam, “There’s Chuck.”

Sam pockets his phone, and Dean grabs their half-empty drinks. Together, they make their way over to where Chuck and his companion are settling in their own booth.

“Sam, Dean,” Chuck says, delighted. “You came! Have a seat.”

Cautiously, Sam slides in and Dean after him.

“This is Benny Lafitte,” Chuck says, gesturing to the other man. “Hitter.”

“Retrieval specialist,” Benny corrects under his breath.

“I’m Sam,” Sam says, reaching out his hand to shake over the table.

Dean starts, “And I’m-”

“James Hetfield, John Bonham, or is it Angus Young?” cuts in the blonde girl, appearing by their table and holding, goddammit, Dean’s wallet in her hands.

“What the fuck?” Dean snatches it back.

“And this is Jo,” Chuck says, glancing between them nervously. “Thief.”

“Yeah, I put that one together for myself, thanks,” Dean grumbles as Jo slides into the booth next to him.

“Hi,” Sam says, reaching around her to shake her hand too. “I’m Sam.”

“Hacker,” Chuck inserts quickly.

“And this is Dean.”

“Grifter,” Chuck adds.

“Thanks?” Sam says dubiously to Chuck.

“You’re welcome,” Chuck says magnanimously. “Now, I bet you’re all wondering why I gathered you here.” He lowers his voice, holding for dramatic effect. “I need you to steal the very first printing of of Dante’s Divine Comedy.”

Over the course of a few rounds, Chuck tells them that book is being temporarily kept in the vaults of Mountaintop Insurance, where Chuck used to work until a year ago until they fired him for working on his book on company time. At least, that’s what it says on paper.

According to Chuck, he lost his job because his old Hitter joined the company as a fixer and reported him to management.

Chuck has no idea what his old Hacker and Thief are doing, probably back on the con. Raphael and Lucifer never worked well with others.

His old Grifter, of course, retired and opened a bar.

Gabriel even stops by once Chuck starts slurring his words. “Think it’s time to cut you off, old man,” Gabriel says as he leaves a pitcher of water on the table. He surveys them all thoughtfully. “So these are your replacement kids?”

Dean does a double-take. “You’re Gabriel?”

“In the flesh,” Gabriel says, preening a little. He points at Dean. “You’re the new grifter? It’s eerie, almost like looking in a mirror.”

“Hey, wait a second-”

“Is it true you stole the Stanley Cup?” Sam interrupts.

Gabriel rocks back on his heels. “Who says the Stanley Cup is missing?”

“Nobody,” Dean says, “but I’m saying the fake is shit.”

Gabriel winces. “Yeah, talk about a rush job.”

Dean throws Sam a triumphant smile, and Sam begrudgingly forks over two fifties.

“Okay, we’ve got to hear that story,” Benny says into the silence.

Gabriel shoves himself into the booth next to Chuck and starts talking.

* * *

Jo steals Dean’s wallet no fewer than seven times while they plan the heist, sometimes in the elevator up to the hotel room where they’re doing the planning, sometimes from the short walk from the elevator to their room. “If you don’t want me lifting it so often, you shouldn’t make it so easy,” she says, sipping at the coffee she paid for with Dean’s petty cash.

At least she yanks Sam’s wallet just as many times. He goes apeshit when she takes his phone, so she sticks strictly to money after that.

“How come she doesn’t pull this shit with you?” Dean grouses to Benny as he counts how many twenties Jo left this time.

“Because I threatened to chop her hands off with a cleaver the first time she did it,” Benny drawls.

“Wait, seriously?” Dean asks, squinting over the draft table at Benny, who honestly seems like the least violent out of all of them, including Chuck.

Jo rolls her eyes from where she’s perched cross-legged on the coffee table. “He - unlike some people - can catch me in the act.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “It’s no fun if I get caught.”

Benny smiles broadly. “The hazards of running three years of cons with her.”

Sam raises his head over the edge of his computer screen. “You’ve been partners for three years?”

Benny nods. “She’s the best thief in the business.”

“Aw, Benny, you say the nicest things. You’re the best cook I know - don’t tell my mother I said that.”

“Cook?” Dean echoes, intrigued.

“But he’s a good fighter too, right?” Sam adds, brow pinching.

Jo frowns. “Of course. But he doesn’t like bragging about it - or talking about it at at all.”

“You don’t?” Dean asks, intrigued.

“Then why do you do it?” Sam adds.

Benny throws both of them a dark look. “Do either of you like dwelling on the people you hurt? In my line of business, I don’t hurt people through a computer screen or charm them until they actually ask for it themselves. It’s just me and them, until it’s just me.”

Dean shrugs. “I mean, I’ve been in my fair share of bar fights. Nothing’s more satisfying than knocking out an asshole getting handsy with a waitress.”

Benny’s expression lightens a fraction. “I once… escorted out a man saying inappropriate things to Jo.”

Jo fiddles with her nails. “And then I tasered him once Benny got him out of view of CCTV.”

Benny shoots her a half-fond, half-exasperated look. “To be fair, I didn’t know you were following me.”

“Well, duh,” Jo says, rolling her eyes, “You wouldn’t let me get anywhere near him with my taser.”

“Jo can be a little… trigger happy when she’s in a state,” Benny says delicately.

Sam subtly angles his computer between him and Jo.

* * *

“So how did Chuck find you, anyway?” Dean asks. It’s just him and Jo in the hotel room, as Benny had left to make his own lunch, and Sam had taken off for a local Starbucks to launch a vicious phishing attack on anyone with an @mountaintop.com email address over the age of 65. The television plays some informercial on mute in the background.

Jo shrugs and pops a grape from her fruit salad in her mouth. “No idea. Just, one day, he contacts me out of the blue and says he knows all about my heists.”

“Did he want you to do a job for him?”

Jo shakes his head.

“What’d he want?”

“Information,” Jo says. “I talked to him. He took notes. A year later, his first book comes out.”

“And Benny?”

“Got the same deal as me,” Jo says, holding out her bowl of fruit.

Dean takes a blueberry.

“I think Benny was easier for Chuck to find since he’s ex-special forces - Delta something or other? Anyway Taxi Driver hits the shelves, and the rest is history.” She squints at him. “Did Chuck offer you a different deal?”

“He never gave us a deal,” Dean says honestly. “Sammy and I had no idea who Chuck was until he sent us an email two weeks ago.”

“Wait,” Jo says, setting down her fruit, “He didn’t talk to you at all for his books?”

Dean shakes his head.

“Weird.”

“He must’ve talked to everybody else,” Dean says bitterly. “The details… that’s not in any police record or newspaper expose.”

Jo says thoughtfully, “You know, you’re a lot nicer than I’d thought from Chuck’s books.”

“I can be nice,” Dean says, stung.

“I mean, like, genuinely nice,” Jo says, rolling her eyes. “Not many guys would let me pick their pockets over and over.”

Dean’s mouth twists. “It’s not like I could threaten you with a cleaver - you’d probably tase me from an air vent before I got close.”

“You could at least make it hard,” Jo says, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. “Sometimes I think you’re letting me do it. I’m not sure why, though.”

“I zipped up my pocket last time!”

“As if that’s a challenge,” Jo sniffs.

They sit in silence, Jo finishing up her fruit salad, Dean idly flipping through daytime television.

Out of the blue, Jo asks, “Did you really do all those things to Darla?”

Dean turns to her in surprise. “Darla?” he repeats, scouring his memory. “I don’t know any - oh, Layla,” he says quietly. “Layla Rourke.”

“Yeah, her,” Jo says, eagerly. “She was dying of cancer and you-”

“I know what I did,” Dean cuts her off bitterly. He runs a hand through his hair. “If it matters at all, I had no idea about her tumor when I did that job. It was just migraines, as far as we knew. And by the time I did-”

“You were in too deep?”

Dean leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. He can still see Layla’s face, shining with hope and faith. He’d been posing as some new age preacher, worming his way into her life through her mother, who checked her daily astrology horoscope, had a psychic on retainer, and once spent twelve thousand dollars on a month’s worth of sessions with a medium to contact her late husband. Layla didn’t buy into it entirely before she met Dean, but, by the end, she was a believer.

“I couldn’t tell her it was all bullshit and wreck whatever placebo effect was working its magic,” Dean says in a low voice.

“Please tell me you at least did something good with the money you took from her family.”

Dean shrugs. “Donated 90% to Sloan Kettering, the rest to the development of a new pain drug in Israel. It has weed in it, so they can’t do the research state-side.”

Hesitantly, Jo pats his arm.

Dean snorts and eats a piece of melon. “Not my finest moment.”

“No,” Jo agrees. She meets his gaze. “Have you read Chuck’s books about me?”

Dean shakes his head.

Jo gets to her feet and stretches. “You should check out Carthage.” She pauses. “Do you know why Chuck writes about us - me and Benny?”

“Because they sell?”

“Chuck tried to write about a bunch of thieves before he got to us. They all told him to fuck off.” One corner of her mouth raises in a small smile. “But not us. We all have red in our ledger, but Benny and I see this as a way to get some of it wiped out. Get the whole story out there.”

“Have you ever thought of doing something else?”

Jo laughs. “What else would I do? And what company would ever trust me to walk the straight and narrow with my history?”

Dean doesn’t have an answer for her.

* * *

At noon on the dot, Dean strides through the halls of Mountaintop Insurance. Clad in a perfectly tailored suit and holding a smart briefcase, Dean strides up to the welcome desk. “Hello, I’m Richard Cole from Sandover Securities here to demo our data security software for Amara Tenebris.”

The receptionist, Adina, gives him a professional little nod and picks up the phone.

Dean watches as her face falls into a mask of confusion.

“Sir,” she says, looking up, “Ms. Tenebris says you have no meeting today.”

Dean braces one elbow on the desk, “Tell her it’s about the cyber attack on Mountaintop’s top executives yesterday.”

Obediently, Adina relays this information, and her eyes widen at whatever Amara is saying on the other end of the line. Adina hangs up the phone and tells Dean, her voice faint, “Her office is on the eleventh floor.”

“Thanks,” Dean says with a wink.

On the way to Amara, Head of Securities for Mountaintop Insurance, Dean passes dozens of cubicles, all full of people eating at their desks. He doubles back and finally lucks out with an empty office. “Found a computer,” he says into his earpiece as he slides Sam’s USB into the port.

After Sam confirms he’s in the system, Dean makes his way to Amara’s office. Through the glass, he a woman behind the desk and a man seated in front, next to an empty chair. Dean raps his knuckles on the door. “Ms. Tenebris?” he asks, willing himself to keep his gaze on her instead of flicking back to the unknown entity.

“Mr. Cole.” Amara gets to her feet. “You have some gumption.”

Dean smiles and holds out his hand. “I prefer confidence.”

The man lets out a snort that he poorly attempts to disguise as a cough.

Dean shoots him a look before turning back to Amara.

“I’m sure you do,” Amara says as she sits back down. “This is my colleague, Castiel Vauxhall. He’s our Vice President of finances.”

“It’s a pleasure,” Dean says, shaking his hand as well.

Castiel’s grip is just the wrong side of firm - a man with something to prove. Internally, Dean recalculates his plan to include Castiel, conventionally handsome, with a C-Suite office. Powerful men like him, they often have the strangest insecurities. It’s all about sniffing them out without getting caught.

As Dean sits back down, he catches Castiel giving him a quick but thorough once-over. Bingo.

“So, I assume this is about the emails most of our board and senior executives received yesterday?” Amara says as she settles back into her seat.

“Indeed,” Dean pulls his laptop out of his briefcase and opens to the first slide of his presentation. “At Sandover, we took the liberty of a preemptive check of your systems and found quite a few holes, as you can see here.” He points to the colorful pie graph.

Amara and Castiel sit through his bullshit pitch patiently. To Dean’s surprise, Amara, not Castiel, sometimes pauses him for questions and fights him on the quote he offers her for an initial fee, but otherwise it seems like an easy sell. Not surprising, since Sam scammed about fifty thousand from that first round of emails.

Castiel listens without interrupting once. Dude has an intense stare.

“Well,” Amara says, standing up and pocketing his business card, “I will have to get back to you before we review any contracts with Sandover, but you just made a very compelling argument, Mr. Cole. If you’ll excuse me, I have another meeting.”

Dean smiles. Not bad for about twenty minutes of preparation while Jo threw popcorn at his head.

“If you wouldn’t mind staying,” Castiel says, speaking up. “I have a few additional questions for you.”

Dean’s a professional so he doesn’t tell Castiel to shove his additional questions up his ass. Instead he pastes on a charming smile and sits back down. Castiel had been giving him eyes throughout the presentation, and Dean's been around this rodeo a time or two. “Of course.”

Castiel waves off Amara. He waits until the door closes behind her to turn to Dean and say, his expression grave, “You need to call off the job right now.”

Dean blinks. “But Mountaintop hasn’t signed anything-”

“Not that,” Castiel waves off his protest, “whatever you are doing with Chuck Shurley.”

Dean frowns. “I don’t know-”

“Maybe he told you his name was Carver Edlund,” Castiel cuts him off again, eyes narrowing. “Either way, he is going to double cross you and whoever else is working for him.”

Dean studies Castiel closely. He shows no outward display of lying, but those can be overcome (Dean is a walking, talking example of that). “I have no idea-”

“Drop the act, Dean,” Castiel commands in a low voice.

A frisson travels up Dean’s spine. He doesn’t ignore it.

“Yes, I know who you are,” Castiel continues as Dean lets his surprise show on his face, “I’ve been following you and your brother for a long time - do you know how many people you’ve scammed who bought packages with Mountaintop Insurance? Fifteen, with claims totalling over fifty million dollars.”

Dean leans forward in his seat. “Say Chuck is up to something. Why tattle on him? Don’t you want me and my brother in the slammer? Get some retribution for Mountaintop?”

“Retribution for billionaires, war profiteers, and Wall street bankers,” Castiel lists rhetorically as Dean’s mouth falls open, “who take advantage of millions of foreclosed homes?”

Dean scrambles for some sort of response. He comes up with nothing.

“There’s a reason I never told the company to pursue you, your brother, or a select handful of other people who have stolen from Mountaintop’s clients very hard, even though I put the pieces together a few years ago,” Castiel says calmly. “No matter how you spend the money, it can’t be worse than where it came from.”

“And who are you to judge how people spend their fortunes?” Dean challenges, not entirely sure why he’s asking.

“Nobody,” Cas says, “but I’d like to think animal shelters and cancer research is more important than accumulating interest in a bank account or funding a superyacht.”

Dean sighs, rubbing his temple with one hand. “How do you know about that?”

“I followed the money. It’s my area of expertise,” Castiel says succinctly. “Look, do you want to be double-crossed or not? Because if you were sent here to distract Amara, the rest of your crew is probably committing some sort of crime as we speak.”

Dean purses his lips, the last niggling doubt itching at the back of his mind. “Have you got proof that Chuck is pulling a fast one on us?”

“I’m not sure. What are you here to do?”

Dean hesitates, but none of his carefully honed warning signals are going off. Castiel seems nothing but genuine. “Steal the copy of The Divine Comedy.”

Castiel actually smiles. “Chuck is sending you on a wild goose chase for a goose that doesn’t exist. There is no copy here.”

Dean pales. He taps his earpiece, muttering, “Sammy, did you get that?”

No response.

Fuck.

Over the deafening silence, Castiel says, “I assume Chuck eliminated whatever communication you had been using as soon as I accused him of betrayal.”

Pulse racing, Dean jumps to his feet.

Castiel stands too.

Dean stares at him. “What the hell are you doing?”

Castiel throws him an incredulous look. “How do you expect to get anywhere without a senior keycard? I’m coming with you.”

* * *

In the elevator, Dean asks, “What is Chuck getting out of this? Why the Benedict Arnold act?”

Castiel stares straight ahead, his lips thinning. “He wants his old job back. I saw him meeting with Michael late last quarter.”

“He’s trading us for a job?”

“No matter how many royalties he makes off his books, it’s nothing compared to a top position in insurance management. I already said you and your brother cost this company fifty million dollars. Whoever you’re working with, I would bet they cost the company something equal to that if not more.”

“More,” Dean says, based on the anecdotes Jo tossed around over the past two weeks, “Definitely more.”

The elevator dings, and they step out into a brightly lit basement level.

“This way,” Dean says grimly, jerking his head to the left. “Chuck said the vaults were over here.”

They keep walking and turn a corner. Down the hallway, Dean gets the briefest glimpse of a body-armor wearing security guard striding towards them before Castiel yanks Dean back around the corner. He shoves both of them into the first open door, a closet full of empty safety-deposit-like boxes.

“What the fuck?” Dean whispers harshly.

“We needed to hide.”

“I thought you were Mr. Access!” Dean hisses.

“Just because I have access to the lower levels doesn’t mean I should be down here,” Castiel says, the faintest tinge of embarrassment to his voice.

“So you lied to me.”

“I exaggerated.”

“Take it from a grifter - that’s the same thing in the end.” Dean scowls. He can feel Castiel’s warm breath against his cheek. It’s extremely distracting. “What do we do now?”

“Wait for the guard to pass.”

“Great.”

So distracting.

Castiel’s eyes are really blue. Why didn’t Dean notice in the conference room?

Fuck this. They needed to get moving.

Dean reaches up and runs his fingers through Castiel’s hair.

Castiel freezes, still as a statue. “What are you doing?” he demands.

Dean slaps his hand over Castiel’s mouth, pressing down a little harder than necessary and rubbing his hand against Castiel’s lips. He spares split second to mourn the fact that it isn't his mouth ravaging Castiel's - but Dean's a gentleman (thief) at heart. When Castiel kisses him, it will because he wants to, not because of the con.

“Mmph!”

“Shhh,” Dean says loudly as he kicks at the door, just enough to crack it open, “We have to be quiet!”

Castiel’s eyes widen, and Dean almost laughs at the expression on his face. Like he thinks Dean is absolutely insane.

Dean yanks at his own tie, leaving it askew and pushes Castiel out the door. He stumbles out after him, giggling. “Jesus, babe, I told you - oh,” he says, straightening as the guard at the end of the hall turns around in surprise.

The guard swallows. “You’re not supposed to be down here.”

“I wasn’t - I mean, we were - but -” Castiel stutters out, his face the picture of shock.

Dean grins as he makes a show of wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Sorry, man. We’ll go… somewhere else next time.”

The guard reddens, looking away from the pair of them. “Right. You do that.” A clear dismissal.

Dean grabs Castiel’s hand and practically drags him around the next corner. “See,” he mutters, “this is why you shouldn’t trust an accountant to do a grifter’s job.”

“You couldn’t have given me any warning?” Cas hisses.

“The shock needed to be real.”

“I could have lied!”

“With what poker face?” Dean asks, laughing under his breath as he shoulders open the door - already ajar - to the vault area. “Come on. We gotta get Jo and Benny before -”

Bodies litter the entryway. Some sprawled in awkward angles. Dots of blood speckle the floor in the worst Pollock homage Dean has ever seen.

“What the hell happened here?” Cas breathes.

“Benny,” Dean says grimly as they step over bodies. “He was supposed to just watch Jo’s back, but my guess is that they knew he was coming.”

“He took out six men,” Cas says faintly.

“According to Jo, he’s the best - I hadn’t seen it for myself before, though,” Dean says, equally impressed and horrified.

“Dean?” Jo’s voice calls from the last vault in the line. The rest stand wide open and empty.

Benny’s head pokes out from the open door. He’s bleeding from one cheek, and Dean can recognize the beginnings of a black eye. “You weren’t supposed to join us, cher.” His gaze flicks to Cas. “Who’s the stranger?”

“Castiel Vauxhall,” Cas says, stepping forward after Dean and into the vault. “You’ve been double-crossed.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” Jo says, exasperated. More hair than not has escaped her braid, and her forehead has a sweaty sheen to it. “First a bunch of guys jump me, and then the fucking book isn’t here! I cracked open four Glenn-Rieders for nothing!”

“C’mon, we’ve got to split,” Dean says quickly. “Have you heard from Sam lately?”

At their blank faces, Dean swears loudly. He pulls out his phone and dials, waiting with mounting impatience as the phone rings.

“Dean?”

“Hey, Sammy,” he says, and thank god Chuck somehow forgot about phones after their whole discussion about which earpieces to use. The moron spent a whole hour arguing for the most expensive ones with a ton of bells and whistles they didn’t need for the con. “Pull the fire alarm.”

“What?”

“Poughkeepsie. Pull the goddamn fire alarm and stay away from Chuck.”

As he ends the call, alarms flash outside.

* * *

“Well, that was a giant waste of time,” Jo says, throwing her hands up in the air.

Benny just scowls at a nearby tree, clearly not enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the park near Dean and Sam’s first hotel at all.

Sam sighs. “I should’ve just sent his email straight to the trash. Now we’re all burned.”

“Not necessarily,” Cas says slowly.

Sam glares at him, clearly not believing a word he says.

“Chuck never printed or emailed anything with your names or likenesses on the company premises,” Cas explains.

“He could’ve done it at home,” Dean points out.

Sam lets out a harsh laugh. “No way. His printer’s mostly out of ink.”

“Son of a bitch,” Dean swears, “How the hell did we think he was some sort of criminal mastermind?”

“He used to be,” Cas says evenly. “But then he got complacent. And complacency leads to sloppiness.”

Jo falls onto the nearby park bench, limbs sprawling out. To the sky, she asks in a deadened voice, “What now?”

“We go back to our own corners,” Benny says.

Sam nods, already pulling out his phone.

“Or,” Cas ventures, “You could get revenge.”

Four heads turn to him.

“What?” Jo asks, nonplussed.

“Get revenge on Chuck and Michael,” Cas explains.

“And how do we do that?” Sam asks. “Put their identities up on the dark web? Funnel all their money into debt forgiveness programs? Swap Nair for their shampoo and put itching powder in their underwear drawers?”

Benny stares at him. “You do know one of those is not like the other?”

Cas meets all of their gazes in turn. “I was thinking more along the lines of stealing from their more soulless clients and forcing Mountaintop to pay out millions in insurance claims.”

Sam slides his phone back into his pocket. “Do you have that sort of intel on Mountaintop? A client list? Detailed assets?”

“I am a VP,” Cas assures him. “There is very little I can’t get you about that company.”

Benny nods approvingly.

Jo hops to her feet. “Sounds fun.”

Dean nudges Cas in the side. “When do we get started?”

#suptober21 #destiel #fanfic #destiel fanfic #leverage au #con artist dean winchester #accountant castiel #rae writes fic

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tokiidokiicasket · 3 years

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Hey! I hope i'm not bothering!

Could i request Epel (yes, again, i'm a simp sorry😩) with a un gn s/o that like him looks very femenine bit is actually very chaotic?

And like, they often use this to their advantage because literally no one can resist their puppy eyes? Epel's s/o doesn't really mind the fact that they look femenine, they like it actually, what they dislike are etiquette lessons and having to act cutesy ALL THE TIME- so when they found out that Epel was similar to them was instant friendship. They're also very supportive of him whenever he tries to do more "manly" stuff!

⚰️ : ohohoho~ a casket full of epels? {Heehee see what I did there? Epel? Apple? Ok I'll stop lmao} coming right up~

-You hate being cutesy and etiquette lessons? You and Epel are literal partners in crime together, hell consider yourselves even soulmates! {Aha just kidding... Unless? 😳...?}

-If Epel is bored of Vil's lessons or just pomefiore in general, you'll be there to bail him out and do chaotic shenanigans together, whether it's just getting lunch or just hanging out in general {Just don't think you'll get too lucky, Rook will be on both your tails if Vil sends him out-}

-Epel would admire how you're able to use your feminine looks as an advantage to get your way. Don't feel like doing your homework? Blink in persuasion at someone and they'll do it for you. Don't feel like getting lunch? Just push your hair back asking them shyly and they'll buy you any food you want. He applauds that kind of effort!

-Oh but when you support and praise him for trying to be manly? Gosh, he gets so giddy and bashful about it.

-"Ahaha, you're too kind! But... Thank you, I appreciate it." He would say, smiling softly at you with a light blush upon his cheeks.

-Honestly, what will he do without you? He's glad to have met someone like you, especially when you both have alot in common together.

-Although...He wonders what you've done, to cause these feelings of his, to make him adore you so much?

#tokiidokii hc hour #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #epel felmier #epel felmier x reader

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su-univeralai · 3 years

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GOOODDDD MORRNNNNIINNNGGGGG SUU 💛

I am here for your essay. Or yknow, just any dunebaby facts that you can spare.

*heavy breathing* oh no, she's come for my OCs exactly like she said she would.

lolol Ok, I've got bios on 9 out of 10 of my kids so far, but I wrote a quick blurb about them so hopefully you can't figure out who I didn't start until now lol. The older 4 (which 3/4 are legit characters in LOK, but tweaked to my liking) are grown-ass adults while the other 6 are probably between 14-21. So, our beloved Taang parents have been popping kids out from when they were 18 or 19 to 39 or 40 years old.

At some point I'll make a family tree for you, since most of the older dunebabies have their own families and that can be confusing. Some have more information than others, but more will be added on each of them as time goes on. I just haven't figured them out yet.

Also, gonna put a cut here, because it's a long post and I know not everyone wants to see my OCs lol.

Ok Onto the Dunebabies from oldest to youngest:

Gyatso (M) Airbender, 35: Named after Aang’s father figure, Gyatso is Toph and Aang’s first born and first of several airbending children. He has a knack for the art and excelled quickly with mastering it, narrowly falling short of beating Aang’s record of mastering airbending at 13. As he got older and his parents continued having children, he became like a father figure to the younger ones. That’s the best part about having tons of kids, right? At some point the older ones raise the younger ones and the parents can just have fun. Once Tiao Wu turned 13, Gyatso and his own wife, boyfriend, and kids moved away from home and resided in the Western Air Temple with some Air Acolytes.

Lin (F) Earthbender, 32: Lin is a straight arrow, always following the rules. Sometimes Toph’s jokes that her first born daughter is actually Katara’s because wasn’t as goofy as Gyatso and Tenzin. As kids, Lin and Tenzin butted heads like no other. They may have had a year or two when they got along, but that was when Lin was training to be a police officer and Tenzin was always out because he was dating Pema. They constantly bicker at family gatherings, but make a mean team when they spar against the other next gen kids. Their twin telepathy (yes, they are twins in my universe) comes into play and they are undefeatable. That is until the triplets becomes masters in their own right. While Lin is a talented earthbender and metalbender, she struggled with picking it up (perhaps because of Toph’s hardcore teaching style). She responded to a “more gentle approach” as Katara would say, and Aang helped her learn the basics until she was ready to take on Toph’s more intense lessons. Lin is definitely closer with Aang than she is with Toph, but goes to mom if something needs to be done quickly and under wraps. Lin works long hours as chief of the police force in republic city, so she doesn’t have much time for romance. When she finds a spare moment for intimacy, she frequents a bar that accepts everyone. She brought Songa with her before her little sis fell in love with (insert steambaby daughter name here).

Tenzin (M) Airbender, 32: Tbh Tenzin still marries Pema and has his four kids, like in LOK. Lol. Unlike the show, with the weight of the whole air nation not on his shoulders, Tenzin was not a serious kid. He played pai sho with the white lotus members and roughed it up with Lin. Tenzin had a difficult time mastering airbending, though. He lacked the spiritual connection that his father and brother easily had. He blamed being stuck with an earthbender in the womb for 9 months at his lack of skill with airbending. His masters airbending at 21 and is pumped to finally get his tattoos. Since Pema is an air acolyte, I'm saying that her parents were also acolytes, and she and Tenzin met as kids and got along really well. They started dating at 16. Tenzin wanted to wait to get his arrows before proposing to her, so they date for 5 long years as Pema cheered him on in the grueling training. Tenzin and Pema eventually move to the Northern Air Temple and kept Teo company.

Suyin (F) Earthbender, 26: Suyin was a troublemaker when she was a kid, always pranking her siblings. She spent way too much time with Sokka. At least that’s what Toph says. Her teenage years, that’s when things became dicey. With Lin on the streets as a cop and Su committing petty crimes, the two were bound to cross paths. After Lin brought her in for whay must have been the thousandth time and Toph had to bail her out, Toph sent her to the her old stomping ground: the Earth Rumble 6. Toph still had her ear in the stadium and stayed in touch with The Boulder, and she thought it’d do her some good to get beat up by other earthbenders. Su stayed with her grandparents and got the structure she needed and got her act together. She got pounded by her opponents the first few years, but she slowly moved her way up the food chain and eventually held her mother’s old title as champion. Once she turned 18, she left to travel the world, meeting up with Kya (can't decide if Kya will be a steambaby or a Sukka baby. Is there a cut name for Sukka babies?). Along the way she met Bataar and fell in love with him and together build zaofu and have all their kids from LOK.

Songa (F) Airbender, 21: The oldest of the triplets to be born. Songa is a calm spirit, she reminds Aang of Yangchen with her way of keeping the peace in their large family. She’s a true romantic like her father and catches the attention of a lot of men, but alas, her heart is won over by one of Katara and Zuko’s daughters, (insert steambaby name here lol). She sees the best in everyone and trusts a little too easily. Watch out though, if you get on her bad side or betray her trust one too many times, her mother’s sass and tongue come out and no one wants to be hit by her earthbending styled airbending. Songa is a talented bender and has a tendency to use her airbending like an earthbender, facing things head on. She can seemlessly switch between styles, but she'd prefer to take her opponents on directly.

Kera (F) Nonbender, 21: Kera is the heart of the triplets. She’s passionate like a firebender and meets conflict head-on like her mom. Being the first non-bender didn’t feel great coming from the lineage of the Avatar and Toph Beifond, strongest earthbender in the world and metalbender originator, but she found peace in being a non-bender when hearing all the stories of Sokka, Suki, Mai, Ty Lee, Teo, and their many other friends taking down bender and non-benders alike. Kera begged her parents to live in the Fire Nation to study under Mai and Ty Lee. Aang and Toph didn’t have any problems with her going, but Zuko and Katara did, fearing she (being a dunebaby) would cause mayhem in the palace. Only after swearing to Zuko that she wouldn’t make a mess did the Fire Lord allow her stay with them. During her time there, she mastered Mai and Ty Lee’s techniques and trained under the Yuyan archers. When she came home, she could beat the other two thirds of her triplets easily. Only when she teams up with the other two, can they take down Lin and Tenzin.

Choekyi (M) Airbender, 21: The last of the triplets to come be birthed. Choekyi is a free spirit, much like his father. He enjoys traveling and meeting new people. As a child (and an adult) he is easily excited and is a very charismatic guy, which gets him far with the ladies in his teens and early twenties. He’s never scared of trying new things, sometimes to his detriment, as he gets hurt a lot for someone light on his toes. His preferred method of transportation is air scooter. Choekyi gets along with Uncle Sokka the most, with his never ending jokes and letting him learn how to throw a boomerang even though he’s a bender. Choekyi spends some time in the swamp with the swamp benders just because he finds them to be hilarious and interesting. This is where he connects with his spirituality and returns to excel in airbending, and earns his tattoos.

Songa and Kera are idenitcal twins, so no one (beside Toph and Choekyi) can tell them apart until Songa earns her arrows. Choekyi looks similar to them, as he is their triplet, but since he came from a different egg, he turns out to be much taller than his sisters. Just imagine Toph's face when she feels three freakin' heartbeats along with hers. Idk if that's scientifically sound, but it's my universe, so I can say what I want lol.

Gyun (M) Nonbender, 18: He's a very musical guy. Gyun means music, but it can also mean germ or bacteria. So his older siblings make fun of him when he’s young. While his bending siblings practice and spar, he masters most musical instruments and even becomes a skilled singer. He’s a favorite of Uncle Iroh’s and spends time with him playing music and perfecting his tea making when he’s not training with Master Piandao and mastering different types of sword fighting styles. Gyun is a lover, not a fighter, and is recruited as the youngest member of the national opera company. He rises in fame, without having to reveal his high ranking connections to his family members. Gyun is a true renaissance man (you know if the renaissance existed back then). He looks up to all of his siblings and soaks in all the stories and advice his can get to perfect the art of storytelling and acting.

MeiLin (F) Nonbender, 17: MeiLin may be one of the youngest, but she’s definitely the sassiest of the bunch. With the personality like her mother, it’s no wonder she’s a bosslady even from a young age. She doesn’t take shit from anyone. While she’s the beauty of the dunebabies (but who really isn’t attractive in this family?) and can hold her poise better than any royal, from the tender age of three, she’s wanted to become the fiercest fighter in the world. After a lot of convincing, Toph and Aang let her train with Aunt Suki and learn how to fight like a Kyoshi Warrior. After she masters that, She begs her parents to send her to the Fire Nation to study under Mai and Ty Lee. By the time she’s 14, she’s already mastered the art of dagger throwing, chi blocking, and the Kyoshi warriors fighting style. Aang isn’t too pleased that she fights in tournaments like Toph did, but Toph watches every match she can get! MeiLin asks her to bet on her and they split the wealth at the end. Lin wants her youngest sister to join the police force when she turns 18, but MeiLin isn't sure she wants to enforce the law like Lin.

Tiao Wu (M) Earthbender, 14: The baby of the family, and loves it. Unlike MeiLin, Tiao Wu is a homebody and a huge mama’s boy, though really isn’t a mama’s boy in the Beifong Family? Like his name suggests, he’s a great dancer and for an earthbender, he sure is light on his toes. While Gyatso is called Twinkletoes Jr, Tiao Wu is known as the Fancy Dancer. Literally. That’s the stage name he chose for his bending dance competitions. When he’s not dancing or hanging out with Toph, he’s studying his cousin’s bending forms, wanting to incorporate it into his repertoire. Tiao Wu is also close to Aang, as he showed an early talent to be one with the spirits. As a six year old, he would meditate next to Aang and beat the freakin’ Avatar, master of all four elements and bridge between the physical and spiritual world, to the Spirit World. He’s also known to be the only human who is allowed to visit Wong Si Tong’s library there.

ALRIGHT Joy, here are some basic facts about my dunebabies universe. If you or anyone else wants to send me asks so I can more deeply construct their personalities, feel free!

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holding-hands-and-hearts · 3 years

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A Stormtrooper and the Spectres

LS-0627 could barely remember her own name. She had been with the Empire for too long - and she knew it had only been a year and a half, but it was a chunk of her life she’d never get back. Who knew so much could happen in a year and a half? She had lost count of the crimes she’d committed. When she first killed a person she’d thrown up in the barracks that night, swearing to remember the man’s face, his name, anything. But now, her mind hissed “traitor” whenever she thought of him, even though he’d done nothing to deserve his fate.

She was going through life on autopilot. Wake up at 0500, breakfast at 0515, armor on at 0545. She tied her hair in the same tight bun every day, put her uniform on in the same order, ran her hands over the nicks in the plastoid. People weren’t people anymore - it was the locals and the Empire, the locals and the Empire, and no one’s face ever changed. Emotion was a foreign concept. It had been beaten out of her a long time ago.

She couldn’t argue that her life was bad. She had a roof over her head, food every day. She had a job. It was a lot luckier than most people got.

The stormtrooper in her was fine. Emotionless, her allegiances were firmly with the Empire. She was a perfect soldier. She didn’t make mistakes. Didn’t cause trouble. A role model, by all means. LS-0627 was fine.

But the name that she’d almost forgotten wasn’t. She couldn’t imagine being fine. Couldn’t comprehend all of the things she’d done. She was lost, adrift in a stormy sea with no home to return to. Her name needed an identity again, the kind of personhood LS-0627 didn’t understand.

LS-0627 was on her guard shift, busy compressing her lost name’s turmoil down, down, down, to nothing, when the air in front of her exploded.

The blast knocked her down to the ground with an awful scrape of plastoid, leaving her ears ringing. Her breath was ragged. She tasted blood. And her heart was beating faster, faster, faster, adrenaline charging through her veins like a herd of stampeding animals that ran through the long grasses on Lothal, free, throwing their souls to the wind.

And suddenly she needed that freedom.

“Rebels!” LS-2846 yelled, from somewhere far away. She had transferred to the squad a few months ago, and Jania had never learned her name.

Jania. Her name was Jania.

Jania didn’t belong here. She belonged in the grasses, running free. She belonged anywhere else, anywhere far away from here, where she could try to atone for the sins LS-0627 had committed. Anywhere where she could remember what the phrase “doing good” meant, where she could try to make this life worth living. Where she could fight.

The rebels could take her somewhere she could fight.

Jania pushed herself to her feet, running. There was a ship overhead, the freighter Imperial Command had been chasing for years, and now she knew why they painted phoenixes everywhere they went. The ship landed on the docking bay LS-0627’s squad had been guarding, and Jania saw figures begin to sprint towards its lower ramp.

“Wait!” she screamed, stumbling towards it. “Wait!”

“What are you doing?” LS-8959 yelled, but her voice didn’t matter, nothing mattered except getting to that ship and going far away.

“Incoming!” a woman’s voice shouted, from inside the smoke, and there were blaster bolts all around her. The ramp was twenty meters away.

Jania dodged a blaster bolt, tearing off her helmet. “Wait!”

“Um, what is she doing?” someone else asked, but this was one of the rebels, the Jedi kid that that ISB agent was so obsessed with, and Jania just needed to get to him, convince him to take her with him.

“Please!” Jania screamed, putting her hands in the air. “Let me come with you!”

“What?” the Lasat growled.

And Jania was insane, she knew she was insane, but nothing was about to stop her. “Anything - I’ll do anything - just let me come with you, I’ll do anything, please - “

And then a bolt of energy hit her, the pain tearing through her cells, and Jania fell.

*******

“What were you thinking, adopting a stormtrooper? She could be a spy, you idiot!” It was the young woman’s again. She was the one who wore Mandalorian armor all the time. She was the one who painted the phoenixes.

Well, LS-0627 was dead, and Jania was about to rise from her ashes.

If she wasn’t dead too.

Somewhere far away, one of the other rebels had started to argue with the Mandalorian, but it was clear that the new voice wasn’t much more supportive.

Jania opened her eyes, blinking. The harsh overhead lights left spots in her vision, dancing, taunting.

“Oh, great. She’s awake.”

“Step away, Sabine,” an older voice said calmly. Probably the Jedi. Jania blinked, trying to find his face. “And just what do you want?” he asked, fixing his eyes on her.

“Ah,” Jania gasped, trying to sit up. “I - “

“Whoa there, take it easy,” someone said, as Jania reeled.

“Get her some water,” the Jedi ordered, and after a moment he lifted a cup to her lips. She choked on it. But even the water was the best thing she’d ever tasted. And it eased the ringing in her head

“Thank you,” Jania rasped. “I want….”

Force, did she get to choose anything? She probably couldn’t, but it felt like the galaxy was at her fingertips. She could walk on every single one of the stars, unbind her hair, let the wind blow her away. “I want….”

A tear slipped down her cheek.

Behind her, the Mandalorian - Sabine - took off her helmet, revealing inscrutable almond-shaped eyes. Her skin was a warm shade somewhere between tan and brown.

“Jania,” she whispered, and another tear rolled across her face. “My name is Jania.”

*******

Jania went on to join the Rebel Alliance, swearing the Declaration of Rebellion in front of Senators Bail Organa and Mon Mothma. Upon her arrival, she was able to provide key intelligence that saved a small rebel base on Byss from falling into Imperial hands. She found her purpose in flight, hooked on the soaring feeling of freedom and purpose that made her heart swoop when she climbed into the cockpit of a starfighter. Eventually, she became one of the Rebellion’s best teachers of aerial and space combat. Most of the pilots who helped take down the second Death Star had, once, been her students.

*******

this is my first post - ever - so please be nice! I can barely even figure out how to edit things oops. Working on it :) sorry for any inaccuracies. I mostly write TCW and the 501st being lovable idiots so that'll come whenever I get the courage to post it.

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robertsheehanownsmyass · 4 years

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Please something smutty regarding Nathan young showing off his dominant side? I feel like he’s always the baby haha! Yet to find a saucy ‘daddy’ one for him😆😆😆

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Sheehanoween!

Nathan Young x Fem!Reader

Warnings: filthy language, filthy smut, angst, they have quite the row, Nathan gets a slap.

Author’s Note: this one is messy. In this fic, I imagine Nathan is around 28. A bit more mature in some ways but not really in others. Relationships are complicated, and I imagine being in one with Nathan would pose its own unique challenges. This one gets pretty intense and angsty, and of course, angry smut. I don’t do daddy kink, but hopefully this one pleases you.

Rend Me in Two

You loved Nathan, you truly did, but he could be difficult. It pained you to see him constantly throwing up walls, deflecting situations with inappropriate humour, and sabotaging relationships with his friends and family.

People had a history of not sticking around for Nathan, so he tried to keep everyone at arm's length. Unfortunately, this also meant that he could be sweet and affectionate with you one moment, and cold and distant the next. You joked with your friends that you had the patience of a saint, because you knew that eventually he would come around and apologize. However, there were certain situations that were harder to come back from, like the time that he bailed on you for turning down sex because you were sick, and other such crimes. One would think that these moments would make a relationship insufferable, and it could be. But then Nathan would come out of whatever funk he was in and be the kind and attentive man you loved again.

Tonight was the final straw. You were having dinner at a local pub; not exactly a posh do, just a place in town that served good burgers and fried food. Your server was just dropping off the check when Nathan grabbed her wrist and said, “Hey what are you doin’ later darlin’? After I ditch this one, wanna get together and see where the night takes us?” Then he laughed.

You knew he was joking, of course, but it was just so fucking inappropriate. Your attempts at looking nonplussed failed and the server fixed you with a look of such pity that suddenly you realized, this is it. This is the moment where I’ve had enough. It broke your heart. You loved him, and he had the potential to be truly great if he would just shut the fuck up and get out of his own way. But you had tried long enough.

You fumed silently on the way home until Nathan asked you why you were being so quiet.

Quite calmly, your voice monotone, you replied; “I’m done, Nathan.”

“Wha’?” he had the audacity to look genuinely confused, which only made your disgust grow.

“Oh come on Nathan, you can’t really be surprised,” you said simply.

“Wha’ the bit with the waitress? C’mon, you know I was only fuckin’ around,” he said, as if you were the unreasonable one.

You chuckled bitterly and turned your head to look out the window.

“Babe, don’t be ridiculous,” he said, and the fucker was starting to sound annoyed.

“The only thing that’s ridiculous here, is that fact that I’ve put up with your shit as long as I have. I’m done,” you said, and the final syllables were emphasized for extra potency.

Nathan scoffed, and the sound made your blood boil. “Wha’, you on your period?” he said.

“Pull the fucking car over,” you said.

“Wha’? No!”

“Nathan, if you don’t pull over I’m getting out anyway. Pull. The fuck. Over.”

He complied, and you threw yourself out of the car, slamming the door behind you. You half-blindly stumbled down the gravel road in inadequate ballet flats, your eyes not acclimated to the dark.

You heard the other car door open, and you turned to see Nathan getting out of the car, dimly illuminated by the interior dome light.

“Babe, come back! Stop being ridiculous!”

“Fuck YOU,” you yelled, your voice breaking on the second word, as you had practically shrieked it. Don’t cry don’t cry dontyoufuckingcry...

You heard Nathan close the car door and weren’t sure whether he was coming after you or not. You were never sure with that man. But then you heard his shoes on the gravel and you sped up your pace to increase your distance from him.

“Babe,” Nathan called again. “You can’t walk all the way back home in the dark.”

I sure as fuck can, if it means staying away from you, you thought angrily, but you stayed silent.

“Oh stop alright? We’ll swing by the chemists on the way home and get ya some Midol,” he said with a chuckle.

You whirled on him, eyes blazing. He was standing there wearing that dumb fucking I’m Nathan Young aren’t I so funny grin, and you wanted to rake your nails down his face. You wanted to kick him in the balls and shove him to the ground. You wanted him to hurt because for some reason your words just did not touch him, so you wanted to hit him; to cause him the physical pain to match the hole in your heart.

When he saw the expression on your face, his grin faltered. “Say one more thing Nathan Young,” you said, voice thick with fury and grief. “Say one more thing to make this my fault instead of yours, and so help me god…”

“How is it my fault?” he yelled with incredulity, and you stepped forward and slapped his face as hard as you could. He covered the side of his face with his hand and he gaped at you, his wide eyes watering. You fought aside the feelings of shame and regret that threatened to take over. You could not be weak now. You couldn’t back down now.

You had hit him so hard that your palm was stinging, so it had to have hurt him even worse. He was still in shock; stunned that you would do that to him. “Nathan,” you said, more quietly, letting the pain you felt lace your voice. “I don’t know how else to express how badly you make me feel. The cruel jokes, the abandonment, the cold shoulder. Don’t tell me you don’t know you’re doing it. You know exactly what you’re doing.” A tear slid down your cheek. Your fury was giving way to a bone deep sadness that had been building for a long time.

Nathan had finally lowered his hand, but in the darkness you couldn’t see whether you had left a mark on his cheek. “I’m sorry,” he said.

This was not what you expected to hear. “I’m sorry?” you repeated bitterly, obviously doubting his sincerity.

“Yeah,” he spat, matching your tone. “Yeah I’m fucking sorry. I didn’t realize I was making ya feel so bad, and I’m sorry for that. But what is it you want from me, exactly?”

You blinked in surprise. “Wow,” you said.

Nathan’s own anger was building. “You think I can just change who I am because the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen actually gives me the time of day and likes to sit on my cock? I’m a fuck up babe. A royal fuckup,” he jabbed a finger angrily in your direction. “And YOU knew what yeh were signin’ up for!”

Your eyes swam with tears and your fury was building anew. “I just want you to treat me like you really give a fuck!” you cried. “I want you to treat me like you don’t want anyone else! That you actually care how I’m feeling, that you love me…” your words devolved into sobs and your shoulders slumped in exhaustion.

This brought Nathan up short. “You think I want anyone else? You actually think I would want anyone but you?” He seemed surprised that he had to explain it to you. “You think I don’t love ya?” For the first time since this blowout had started, he looked sad.

“It’s not like you’ve ever said it,” you said, dejectedly.

He closed the gap between you, gently laying his hand where your neck met your clavicle, his long fingers splayed wide. “I’m not good with the feelings and shit; never have been,” he said, and lifted his eyes to yours. “I will try to do better; be better. How do I show you how I feel?” he asked, and his hand squeezed your neck ever so slightly. He bent his head so you could feel his breath on your lips. “Do you want me to tell you I love you? Because I do, I do love you,” he said barely above a whisper, and while you were still angry with him, the anger now warred with something entirely new. Your breathing became more rapid, and your chest heaved; Nathan’s hand on your throat a solid reminder; oh yes, I am here.

Nathan licked his lips. “Do I need to show you, darlin’?” he said, and with his left hand he curled his fingers into your hair, his right still holding fast to your neck, his fingers beginning to dig in and mark you. He pulled your hair to gently to tilt your head back, and crashed his lips onto yours; your strangled cry swallowed by his mouth as he kissed you, slipping his tongue between your lips which you opened to him reflexively. The kiss was hard, deep, messy and wet, and then he stopped, pulling away from you. With his hand still on your neck and in your hair, he pushed you back against a tree, pressing the length of his body against you so hard that the air left your lungs, leaving you gasping.

“I am a fuck up darlin,’ he cooed down to your panting form. “But my greatest fuck up will be letting you leave me. No darlin.’ You see, I do love ya; you’re the only fucking thing in this fucked up universe I care about, and I’m sorry if I haven’t shown ya that. But that ends now.”

With that he lifted you up enough to sling one of your legs around his hips. He removed his hand from your throat to reach down between your legs and under your skirt, and his fingers found your sex. He rubbed your clit with his thumb through your knickers, and with his other fingers he teased aside the fabric enough to push two into your depths. He still had you pinned against the tree which made moving quite difficult, but you squirmed and whimpered as your slit grew slick against his pumping fingers, your lust becoming your driving desire, and then his mouth was back on yours, wide open and wet. He practically shoved his tongue into your throat and your teeth clattered together as you devoured each other.

He reached down to unbutton his jeans and shoved them down roughly, exposing his cock. He tried to move your knickers aside with his fingers but they tore in his haste, and you cried out when he slid into your aching cunt fully and to the hilt. He pulled out almost fully, then shoved himself back in, slowly at first, then he picked up speed. He removed his left hand from your hair in order to hoist your other leg around his hips, untethering you from the ground completely, and his thrusts hit you deeper. You were a mess of whimpers and cries, and your upper back scraped the bark of the tree roughly as Nathan slammed into you, but you didn’t care. Your shirt may be ruined and your back a mess of scratches when this was over but you wouldn’t change one goddamned thing.

Nathan was breathing roughly and grunting softly, throwing himself into this fuck like nothing you had ever experienced before. Your eyes met, both blazing with intensity and depth of feeling, and you thought you might weep. He’s so beautiful you thought, my broken angel, my beautiful, broken angel… and it was with that thought, eyes locked together, that you came undone pinned between your lover and a tree. It was a powerful orgasm, and tears streamed down your cheeks as your legs shook and you cried out; the sound of your screams swallowed by the darkness and the forest around you.

Your climax triggered Nathan’s, and he moaned into your neck as his hips shuddered and bucked, and he sighed as he stilled post completion. He gently lowered your legs to the ground and cupped your face with his hands, peppering your face with the sweetest kisses. He brushed your streaming cheeks with his thumbs. “Please, stop cryin’ love,” he said softly, and there was so much emotion behind his words that your heart soared. He tenderly gathered you up into his arms, and he carried you back to the car with you curled up against his chest. He brought you round to the passenger side and set you down. You stood by the car for a moment, fixing your skirt, laughing a little when you realized your appearance must be a mess. Nathan smiled at you before brushing your lips with a gentle kiss.

“I really am sorry, you know,” he said solemnly, leaning over you. “I know this can’t...fix everything right away, but I never meant to hurt you. I’m such a useless twat.” He stopped speaking, looking unbelievably frustrated with himself.

You reached your hand up to caress his cheek. “At least now I know how you feel,” you said quietly as he sighed and melted into your palm. “Keep the mask off with me Nathan. I know it will be hard, but you can trust me.”

He nodded wordlessly, fighting off emotion. “I will,” he whispered. “I’ll try.”

“That’s the best I can hope for,” you said, before kissing him, your bruised lips pressing to his and lingering before you pulled away and opened the car door.

“Take me home and put me in the bath,” you said. “I must look like a hot mess.”

“You’re stunning,” Nathan said before kissing the back of your hand and walking around to his side of the car. “I’m the luckiest idiot in the world.”

“Don’t you forget it,” you said, smiling. Lounging back in your seat, already picturing yourself sinking into the warm sudsy water of your bath, and pulling Nathan in there with you whether he cared to join you or not. The night was still young, after all.

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