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glassbxttless · 1 year

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For your follower celebration, Commander Mills fluff 1 prompt "You're not alone, you never were" Thank you!!!

Seashells

Commander Mills x f!Reader

summary: Mills is home from a mission and he can’t take another night without you promising to be his one.

word count: 1.9k+

warnings: fluff, proposal, some pining, female terminology (use of the pet name, “darling girl”)

The lights are dim as your fingers circle the smooth skin on his back. Freckles and moles delicately covering the vast expanse of skin. Your fingers trace along his spine until they settle just above his dimples. His face is buried into the throw cushion beside you— tv long forgotten and just used as background noise. Curtains drawn tight, just like he likes them at this hour. Mills.

The three years you’ve spent together have been blissful. The laughter you share has filled the rafters of your home on more than one occasion. Each moment you spend with one another ignites a new flame. Something deep in your belly that lets you know he’s the one. He knows it too. He feels it in the way you smile. The way you hold his hand at dinner, reassure him in front of your family, the way you have his back in front of his friends and coworkers. He sees it in the way you leave silly little notes in his lunches and on his desk in the spare room.

Your fingers— sitting idly at the base of his spine— begin to make their ascent back up to his hair. You twist the curls at the base of his neck between them, savoring the moment. His lashes lay delicately against his cheeks, breath soft and steady as he sleeps. His heart is the heavy thud against your thigh, keeping you grounded to the moment. But the second your nails begin to gently scratch at his head, he starts to shift. His position sprawled out over your lap changes, his neck craning as he opens his eyes. A sleepy smile donning his features. “Hey.” His voice is raspy, laced with sleep and something so unique to Mills— it takes all of you to keep yourself from pressing a kiss to the pretty pink lips that are pouted up just for you.

“Hey.” You smile softer in return, his chest leaving your thighs as he sits up, pulling you in for the gentlest kiss on your forehead. “Have a nice nap?” You ask him softly. These moments you’d never want to lose. They’re the most precious to you. Your heart skips out of your chest when you watch him stand, walk over to the refrigerator, and retrieve a bottle of water for himself that he drains within moments. Dehydrated and exhausted— The way he always returns from missions. “Do you want to go grab some dinner before we turn in for the night? I haven’t had the chance to do the shopping.” You remind him as he turns, the muscles in his back flexing under his skin as he reaches for another bottle of water.

“We can just do the shopping and maybe make something together?” He suggests, stepping around the island counter to grab the hoodie that was draped over the barstool. Upon slipping it on, he notes your nod in response to his suggestion and he smiles brightly. “I’ll go grab some shoes then, yes?”

You nod, smoothing the dress you were wearing over your thighs. Remembering the warm body you had just had sleeping safely against you. Mills ducks out of the room, heading upstairs to your shared bedroom. Reaching for the shoes he had tucked away earlier while you pull yourself up out of the sofa and slide into your sandals. You notice the sand tracked into the front of your home, clinging to the soles of Mills’ work boots. You’ve never thought that you’d be happy to see the sight. The mess they’ve made is reassuring. It lets you know he’s really here. It’s not a dream.

“I’ll clean it up as soon as we’re back, okay?” His voice has lost the rasp of sleep. His hand clamping down on your hip to bring you in close, another kiss being placed against your temple. Your heart skips a beat. Hand in hand, Mills insists, against your many protests, on walking to the grocery store on the other side of the beach. The one you cross two streets after the edge of sand to get to. The one that’s easily thirty minutes from your quaint home.

And the walk goes fine. He finds seashells, ones he knows you’d like to add to the jar you keep on the table by the door. The shells that remind you of him, having been brought to you after each date and each time he returns home. He stuffs them into the pocket of his hoodie, watches the way you cover your face when you feel your cheeks begin to grow hot. After so much time, the thought of seashells still entering your home under the guise of a loving gift to show his appreciation, his devotion, still brings a smile to your face. And his hand returns to yours. Holding the door of the market open, he smiles politely, He’s happy to just be home. He’s doing normal things, on the ground, with his girlfriend. No 6 month trips looming over their heads anymore.

He watches you pick fruits and vegetables. He makes note of the flour you select and what not to buy as he follows you around, holding the basket close to him. He has a plan for tonight and if everything goes how he thinks it will, it’ll execute itself perfectly. He watches as you begin to check out the groceries, the quiet chatter you make with the cashier. He watches you pull out the shared card the two of you use. The one with Mills salary directly partially dispensed onto it. He feels a sense of pride, knowing he’s taking care of you even when he’s away. The way he always took care of Alya and Nevine. He appreciates every moment— never takes anything for granted anymore. The small things. He watches you gather the bags, reaching out to help himself, and he hopes she’s doing well. He’s heard she’s remarried now, Alya, and she should be. There was never any malice between the two of them— they simply had grown apart. And Mills found you, sitting pretty across the room. Answering phones and hoping for the best.

He follows you home, listens to your voice but he’s too caught up in his thoughts to know what you’re really on about. That small velvet clad box burning against his thigh. And he just can’t help it. He can’t go another night without knowing you’ll marry him. Make him the happiest man on this planet. But for now, he just needs a little more time. He pulls his keys from his pocket, letting you into your home. The sand from the beach is clinging to both of your shoes as you kick them off and head towards the kitchen. He takes his time taking in the scene in front of him, before he’s pressing up against your backside, lips against your ear as he sways gently. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “I’ve missed you.” He’s repeated the mantra since stepping in the door. His voice is raspy and laced with something that’s so uniquely Mills— but it’s one you’ll never get tired of hearing.

You can hear the shells in his hoodie pocket scraping together ever so delicately and you let out the happiest sigh, the quietest giggle. “I’ve missed you too.” Your voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. Remembering the months you’d spent away from each other. How the only contact you’d get were quick video messages at random times of the day— how everything was so far out of touch. But now he’s here, his arms wrapped around you. You’re turning towards him, hands against his chest. Your eyes meet. Lashes long and thick, brown eyes sharp in the setting sun shining through the blinds. The two of you fall into a shared silence. Something you’ve both grown rather comfortable in. His hands are leaving your waist, drifting down your thighs and across the expanse of your backside. And he holds you tighter, face buried against your neck. Your heart thumps in your chest so loudly you think you can hear the ringing in your ears. Your hand presses against the back of his head, nails scratching his scalp lovingly.

“Please don’t go again.” You tilt your head slightly, lips touching the shell of his ear as you whisper, “I don’t know if I can handle being alone again—”

“You’re not alone.” Mills is quick to cut you off. His voice is stern, but it’s not any louder than it has been since he’s come home. “You never were alone, darling girl. You’ve always looked for me in the stars, huh? You’ve kept me in your thoughts and dreams. I know I think about you more often than I’d like to admit.” He says softly. You feel the hot burn of embarrassment starting at the base of your neck. “After Nevine… I thought things were never going to be the same. I lost her, I lost Alya. Things almost ceased for everything I am, everything I loved. But here you are, in all of your glory… Your beautiful smile, pretty eyes. The hands I get to hold every single day.” The corner of his lips turn up in a smile as he releases his grip on you to reach into his pocket. He pulls out the small little purple velvet box. You watch as he drops on one knee. When he opens the box there’s a small diamond band placed so delicately inside. Tears are pricking at the corners of your eyes. “I couldn’t imagine going another moment without knowing I’ll have you by my side for the rest of my time here on this planet… Marry me, by any chance?”

Your heart feels like it may be too big to fit properly in your chest. And you sit back as your body begins to move on autopilot. Your hands cupping Mills cheeks as you nod ferociously, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Of course I will. Never wanted anyone else.” You whisper to him as he tugs the ring out of the box. You catch sight of the inside of the band being engraved, unable to make out exactly what it was. But as Mills slips the ring onto your finger, he pulls you into the tightest hug imaginable. Your face buries against his chest, knowing you’ve never been alone, not one day since Mills has been in your life. Your eyes catch the darkness beginning to fall and settle outside, stars twinkling as you both sway with one another.

That evening when you’re climbing into bed, Mills is already quietly asleep next to you— you take off the band to look it over closer. To see every thought and detail Mills put into selecting it for you. And that’s when you see the small seashell engraved on the inside of the band. You feel hot as your smile begins to grow. You’ll always love and appreciate him, more than anything. The shells from hours before lay in wait on the top of the dresser, just wishing to be added to the coin jar downstairs. Your cheeks begin to ache with how much you’re smiling as you slip the ring back onto your finger. Flipping the lamp next to the bed off, you curl up against Mill’s bareback. Something you’ll forever be indebted to, remembering how much you owe him. How much he needs you. How much you need him.

tag list ;; @peachyproserpina

#glassbxttless #commander mills x you #commander mills #commander mills x reader #commander mills x f!reader #fluff #cw: proposal #commander mills x female reader #adam driver #adam driver fandom #adam driver characters #adam driver fanfic #adam driver character

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peachyproserpina · 9 months

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Happy day honey have this half blrb

@glassbxttless

Mills is bone tired. He can feel the weight on his shoulders and he still has to unsaddle Alaska, the nasty stallion he broke in about a year ago. He's sighing heavy as he goes to start but is stopped when gangly fingers beat him to it.

"Don't worry 'bout it pops. I got this momma wanted to have a word with you." Mills's boy gives him a smile over the back of the horse. He's only 13 and Mills knows that he still has all night ahead of him.

"Thanks son. We'll go fishing tomorrow evening see if we can get somethin good." He's met with her eyes as he gives his eldest a swift hug before he's headin' in to the house."

"She sounded mad Pa!" The warning is nearly a whisper as he's opening the door. Smiling knowing damn well his sunshine isn't mad at him. Maybe mad at his action, but sure as hell not him.

#happy birthday #glassbxttless #welcome to this lil blurb honey

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cas-backwards-tie · 1 year

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Here's The Deal...

So here's the deal... I have been pursuing my real life goals and accomplishments the past two years. This summer I have about a month and a half before I have to go into essentially a work-study opportunity which is going to help propel the rest of my career. What does this mean?

Though I know I've always been sparse when it comes to getting things out and finishing projects with my writing, I think that perhaps it might be worth it to post the drafts, snippets, imagines, WIPs, and ideas I've had over the years either in store in my drafts, or in my docs. I have stuff ranging from either Supernatural, DC Comics, ADCU of course, TUA, and of course some more recent developments on the Marvel, Grishaverse, and DBH content I'd been putting out. The question is... would anyone be interested in that?

I'm such a perfectionist at times when it comes to things like this, that... I'm even doubting if I should post this halfway through writing this. HOWEVER, I will say that some things will be incredibly brief. And for that purpose, it's exactly why I'm asking if anyone would be interested in reading/seeing these things. If so, I can post them, and even tag people. I'm just curious, since, I haven't written for some of these fandoms in a while, but am wanting to get back into writing over the summer, that perhaps it might be worthwhile. What do we think?

tagging: (forever taglist) @ohdamnadam , @safarigirlsp , @jynzandtonic , (mutuals+ ppl I think would be supportive) @kylo-ren-writes , @itsaconquestofimagination , @leatherboundbirate , @purplebtsmagic , @morby , @reylokisses , @thepilotanon , @maybe-your-left , @direnightshade , @glassbxttless , @mariesackler , @caillea , @wayward-rose (people whose fandoms it'd effect + above) @mrswhozeewhatsis , @sacklerscumrag , @formerly-anonhamster , @clumsycopy , @xenteaart , @driversmutbucket , @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather , @barbers-glimmerin-darlin , @millenialcatlady , @floral-and-fine , @sithlordintraining , @moonlightsolo , @ussrootcanal , @callmehopeless

Maybe also just a reason to tag my mutuals and get back in connection with them cause I'm in a place now that I'm graduating and less busy that I can be a better friend and get connected again. <3

and if I didn't tag you, that doesn't mean you're not included. These are just some people I've thought of, or like, or were connected to present or in the past, and have also supported me. <3

#writing #thoughts?#opinions?#my writing #ideas #drabbles #imagines #solo triplets #dbh reader insert #adcu #peter parker x gwen stacy #general kirigan x reader #five hargreeves x reader #spn reader insert #dc comics reader insert #not queued

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bits-and-babs · 1 year

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… you guys. We barely started the 6k followers celebration. I hit 6k less than a month ago. Ya’ll are fucking nuts.

7,000 of you little babies wanna stick around to read my silly silly fics? This it genuinely the wildest thing. Once upon a time I was aiming for 1k. ISNT THAT WILD?!

I would really like to point out a few people I have to thank because oh my goodness I couldn’t do it without you.

@inklore - for always being there for me to ramble ideas to, for helping me start my editing and theme ideas and putting up with my bullshit.

@psychedelic-ink - for being the first person in a long time who was willing to chat with me and bring me out of this little shell I had cocooned myself inside for fear of stepping out into the big bad writing world (it’s not that bad!)

@peachyproserpina & @glassbxttless - for believing in me when no one else did. For hyping up Poached when no one else would. For making me feel wanted. Thanks to you, I have so many lovely ACDU fans lighting up my inbox and taking me back to my roots. I love you both so much.

@xwing-baby - for being my sister. For calling out my stupid ideas and hyping up my great ones. For getting almost critically sunburnt with me on the beach while we planned Cerebral. For downing jaegar bombs with me to celebrate my 3k- we’ll have to do it again some time!

@foxilayde - I tell you EVERY time, but I’ll never go a day without thinking it. My inspiration, the reason I picked up tumblr again and started writing. Without you, without your support, without “I Yield” without your love, I would never have written Chocolate. I love you.

You guys are the light of my life. You bring me joy and purpose in the times that I feel I have no direction, and I adore every single one of you more than any of you could possibly ever comprehend.

#✩‧₊˚ 7k followers˚₊‧✩#7K followers #30.03.2023

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bluemoonlrh · 7 months

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cece ; when facing the things we turn away from. twenty-four. she/her/hers. you don’t go to parties and wildflower pull visceral reactions from me. my blog is strictly 18+.

masterlist | about me | blog rules | glassbxttless

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hellfirestxnes · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x f!Reader (blurb!)

-> Word Count: 538

-> Warnings: femme!anatomy, female reader, small titties, reader is 18+, delicate groping lol (i didn’t edit this blurb!). feel free to let me know any tags i missed!

-> Summary: Eddie sees your tits for the first time lol

-> Notes: I’m sorry if a soft virgin!eddie isn’t your jam, but it is mine so i’m gonna enjoy my thoughts (: I’m just getting back into writing after a long break so please be easy with me as I slide back into things! Feel free to check out the fics on my other blog, @glassbxttless!

There’s a moment between the two of you, as he’s sitting across the mattress. Guitar strung over his lap as he talks. You aren’t exactly paying attention, not while his hands move along with his words. His hair falling in his eyes, over his shoulders, but you see it. You see the way his chest stops moving, you hear how his breath hitches, maybe his tongue darts out to wet his lips in just a second. His eyes, you follow them, down to where they settle on your chest. Your nipples pebbled up in hard peaks, a cool draft dances through the room from his open window— dim lamp light is bouncing off of your skin.

Something clicks in your head, scooting a bit closer to him. Eddie’s at a loss for words. He tries to swallow, tries to carry on the conversation about his latest campaign, about the hellfire guys, maybe even Corroded Coffin. you aren’t sure at this point, and neither is Eddie. Not while he’s moving the guitar off his lap while your lips press to his.

The kiss is slow, soft, and a little inexperienced. Hands, hands are moving, pushing his jacket from his shoulders as breaths pick up. You’re hesitant to touch, but so is Eddie. Even if both of you don’t want this to stop. And when his fingertips brush your skin underneath your top, you reach for your hemline, tugging it above your head.

Eddie takes a moment, looking over delicate lace and satin. He’d never admit to anyone he’s never been here. He’s never had the chance to be in this situation, not with you— not with anyone before. But here he is and he’s awestruck. awestruck by your soft skin. And you’re slow at ditching the article. The straps of your bra are sliding down your arms, dropping it onto the bed next to him. You watch him swallow, his cheeks heating up to a shade of rose pink.

“This okay?” your voice is hardly above a whisper. You know Wayne isn’t home now, he wouldn’t be for hours. But you can’t help but worry about getting caught. You see the slight nod Eddie gives you before he’s flicking his eyes up to meet yours, lips tugged up into a smile.

“You okay?” his voice is louder, but still soft— and you nod back, guiding his hands up from your hips to settle on your breasts.

They’re smaller than most, not quite flat, but Eddie doesn’t care. His fingers run under the gentle slope, tweaking one of your nipples so softly you can hardly tell his fingers were there. Calloused and leaking goosebumps in their wake, you hum in approval, eyes closing as his thumb settles against your rib cage. Massaging the skin gently, Eddie thinks he may explode. Kneading and squeezing your skin. His jeans are incredibly tight, his hands are full of his girlfriend’s tits.

And it’s almost instant, when your back hits the mattress and you feel the kisses he leaves against your collarbones, your chest, the tops of your breasts— biting the underside so gently. gentle enough you're sure the mark won't be there anymore in ten minutes. “Next time, sweetheart. Just wait and see.”

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@peachyproserpina

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #tw: female reader #tw: groping #tw: breasts

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gladneyfam · 2 years

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Thank you to the lovely @glassbxttless for being kind enough to create a little BHB family portrait!

#art #fanart #commission #glassboxttless #BHB #BHB AU #BHB Personal AU #Jack Gladney #Ben Gladney #Kylo Gladney #Matt Gladney #leatherboundbirate #burningdownthedark #direnightshade

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mariesdameron · 2 years

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Thank you to the talented @glassbxttless

Santi and I make a lovely pair! I loveeeeee!

Check out her instagram!

#Seriously #Support Fandom Creators #This is the cutest fucking thing #Santi 💜

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peachyproserpina · 1 year

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Steve x Juicy Preview

Hello.... ah aha what's writing or updating right? actually all my best work is over on my personal AU with @glassbxttless . this is a baby preview blurb of a oneshot im working on over there.

Steve Harrington x Fem!Fat!OC

CW: Fluff, ment of the upside down, slight smut, not edited at all : )

Steve can see the way her shoulders tense as Eddie crowds behind her on the stove as she cooks. Her jaw ticks before she's taking a deep breath. He doesn't mention it.

That next week he can see the pout flash across her face as Dustin and Max talk over her as she drives everyone to the movie. It's gone in a flash but he can feel that tension she carries. He also carries that tension, that need to protect and nurture and it's exhausting. Steve knows what a burden it can be.

It's not until he catches her sniffling as she picks him up from work that he puts his foot down. He's pulling her across the bench seat of her beat to hell '71 country squire and gently cupping her face. Peppering kisses all over her face.

“What’s going on in that head princess?” The question is pressed to her temple, Steve’s got her on his lap as she shakes and cries. Her fingers are tight on the collar of his shirt and she’s leaving wet spots on his shirt. Steve lets her cry it out, a few beats later she’s pulling back. Wiping her tears and leaving small kisses along his jaw.

“Sorry Steve. It’s just…” She takes a breath before giving him an apologetic look. “It’s a lot, you know. You know more then me that’s for fuckin’ sure.” She scoffs with the end of the sentence, swallowing down whatever she has going on. Steve furrows his brow, trying to piece together her mood.

“Hey.. Look at me?” His hands are soft on her chin as he brings her face to meet his. “None of that okay? You did the right thing, staying in New York. You kept yourself safe. I kept them safe, baby.” His free hand is slow as it traces up her thigh, the fat of her stomach, before resting securely on her ribs. Bringing her in close close close as he kisses her.

“Steve.” It’s a breathy whine as Peach pulls away from the kiss and it’s her turn to furrow her brow, a pout on her face. “I hate how you know exactly what the fucks wrong with me.” She buries her face in his neck relaxing into him. Steve chuckles, hands warm as they soothe up and down her back. He noses into her hair before pressing a kiss to her temple. “You can be such a brat sometimes.” It’s a joke, a light jab, she’s never been a brat with him. She can put up a fight sure, but its never been … bratty. But she’s tensing up in his lap at the name and there’s barely a roll of her hips on his. Steve hums, pulling her out of his neck with the firm grip he has on her neck. “Oh you liked that.” Steve smiles at the way she’s flushed up to her ears as she nods.

#peachy writes #steve x juicy #steve x fem oc #fat oc #AHAHAHAHA #fuck this #im gonna die

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prince-kyloren · 2 years

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Am I crying in the club??? Yes😭 look at this beautiful piece of Sackler and I!! Cece (@glassbxttless ) did such a wonderful job and is such a sweetheart!! Go support her and get one done!!

#Adam Sackler #my big dumb himbo boyfriend 🥺🥺

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weareallstoriesintheend · 2 years

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Hi hello... please observe my gorgeous new pfp!!

This is beautiful, me and Ben 🥰😭 Thank you @glassbxttless so so so much!

You were wonderful and got this done sooo quick, I will be back for more 👀

I highly recommend going to get one if you so wish whilst there are spots open (or in the future when hopefully more will open) - HIGHLY RECCOMEND

#for those of you that dont know #I have an AU Ben Solo #I don't talk about it much here #I love him

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bits-and-babs · 10 months

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𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 : “post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how ridiculous or non-descriptive. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it.”

thank you @ghostaholics & @luuvbuzz for the tag. it was really interesting to look back at these wips, some of which have been hanging around in my folder since midyear 2022 !! luckily, i am extremely stubborn, so i don’t have many. they are all oneshot fics, usually over 3k words.

please feel free to push me for any fics you’re particularly interested in !! i need motivation <33

𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 ⁞ 18+ || simon ‘ghost’ riley

a flippant comment from soap begins a three way competition to discover whether ghost is blonde or brunette. chaos ensues.

𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⁞ 18+ || johnny ‘soap’ mactavish / santiago ‘pope’ garcia

a frank and honest conversation with the boys about their sexual activities exposes you to one of soap’s/pope’s interesting kinks

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧 ⁞ 18+ || dark!joel miller

joel’s silent warpath to washington dc is interrupted by a persistent presence that seems hellbent on joining him on his bloody crusade.

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐠𝐮𝐧 ⁞ 18+ || simon ‘ghost’ riley [what if...]

held captive by al-qatala terrorists in st. mark’s basillica, venice, you must work with the mancunian man on the radio to negotiate a deal for your safety. putting your life in the hands of a stranger is hard enough, but your saviour refuses to tell you anything about himself, or go by anything other than ‘ghost’.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⁞ 18+ || nathan bateman

devastated by his brush with death, nathan searches for something. what he finds amongst binary code turns his entire belief system on its head.

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐞 ⁞ 18+ || miguel o’hara

fresh to his new abilities, miguel doesn’t quite understand the extent of his mutations.

tagging: @foxilayde @glassbxttless @polakina

#☆ moots #☆ ghostaholics #luuvbuzz #fanfic wips #it’s sad seeing these fics sat in my wip graveyard #some of them were really exciting when i first came up with the idea #then the dreaded ‘block’ starts and can never finish them

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