#izzy loves bob

[bradshawswife]

he sounds so southern.

i love it.

southern bob supremacy.

[marksbear]

MULTI FANDOM MALE READER SCENARIOS 

It’s been a while since I done one of these, but I think it’ll be good for me to practice more at writing different characters and such so enjoy!

The fact is I had more tags to share 😭

-Miguel O’Hara biting your neck harshly to get your attention when he feeling jealous. Or marking you as his.

-Izzy Hands always lightly taking your hand and helping you either up the steps or down the steps. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it most time. Everyone in the ship always notices it but doesn’t say anything.

^^Ofmd

-Bob taking off his glasses and putting them on you then starts to compliment you how good and cute you look.

^^Top gun!

-Matt Murdock tracing your face in morning when he thinks your still sleep. He also traces your face anytime your two are arguing because he wants to see your emotions.

^^Marvel

-You and The Corinthian driving around during late nights with his hand on your thigh as he drives you around.

^^DC

-Tony stark buying you whatever you want or even dream of. It can be jewelry all the way to new houses and cars.

^^Marvel

-Bruce Wayne and you being a power couple throughout Gotham. Lots of magazines and headline about you two.

^^DC

-Teaching Adam Warlock about feelings about like having a crush or being in love.

^^Marvel

-You and Doom head being an unstoppable duo anytime you two are paired up in a game.

^^Rob Zombie movie 31

-You and Richard Madden making fun of each other accents in interviews for the newest movie you two are in.

^^Actor

-You and Hobie Brown making out in a middle of Miguel’s rant.

^^Marvel

-Homelander wrapping his arms around you as you two makeout and he slowly rises from the ground bringing you in the air with him.

^^The Boys

-You we’re very close with Love to the point all lot of people thought you two were dating. Joe was furious so he started to stalk you planing to murder, but all that stalking for weeks slowly became to months and he slowly started to catch feelings.

^^YOU

-Benedict Bridgeton being so in love with you, but he so scared that his family would disown him as well as everyone around town.

^^Bridgeton

-You and Benedict sneaking off during ball’s and random events to be with each other alone.

^^Bridgeton

-Imagine sitting down in the bleachers waiting for Mark to be done with his track meet.

^^Author/ Me

-Playing with Dutch Van der linde hair during a camp meeting and he tries to stay focus but he can’t.

^^RD2

-You and Larry smoking as you two listen to Sal play the guitar.

^^Sally Face

-Ted feeling ashamed after he realized that he caugt feelings for you even though your a player.

^^Ted Lasso

-When Dean first met you y’all both were very young. You were reckless and carefree while Dean was taking care of Sam and brought him along while you two hanged out. And he caught feelings, but he was confused about why he had feelings for a man so he kept it to himself.

^^SPN

-Helping Mark walk without his leg brace or crutches.

^^Author/Me

-Stu Marcher giving you neck kisses in the middle of class. And most of the time teachers sees him and gives you both detention.

^^Slashers

-Hannibal Lecter leaving bite marks all over your neck and shoulders.

^^Slashers

-Roy Kent being soft spoken and quiet anytime he’s with you.

^^Ted Lasso

-Larry Trainor slowly warmed up to you being his boyfriend so he lets you touch his skin underneath the bandages.

^^DC

-Anytime before a fight Arthur asks you to hold his hands. He says it’s for a good luck, but he’s just really stressed and tense.

^^Peaky blinders

-Steven Grant still being so shy and quiet with you even though you two has been dating for years.

^^Marvel

-Bringing Namor gifts like flowers, jewelry and even little things like a picture of yourself or a padlock necklace. He cherishes all of them and keeps them safe.

^^Marvel

-Meeting Namor on the beach at night almost every night.

^^Marvel

-Bobby and Athena inviting you into their relationship. They both didn’t cheat on each other to find about their feelings for you they just kinda knew one day and talked it out and for a while and a lot of thought they asked would you be willing to date them.

^^9-1-1

-Being a rich man while Steven is your trophy husband.

^^Marvel

-Dying your hair with mark.

^^Author/Me

-Watching Mark stay up all night writing just for him to randomly stop to watch a movie.

^^Author/Me

-Lee and Maren catching you eating a person right in the middle of a dark and empty road.

^^Bones and All

-Being a different love interest for Elio and being heartbroken once he chose Oliver over you.

^^Call me by your name

-Imagine rejecting Derek Shepheard after finding out he has a wife.

^^Greys anatomy 

-Rue hugging and crying on you tight after she relapsed.And you being her favorite person ever since what happened with Jules and Elliot.

^^Euphoria

-Being a father figure to Rue.

^^Euphoria

-Imagine being Maddy Perez brother and finding out Nate pulled a gun on her so you pulled up to his house barged in and looked for him and beat the shit out of him.

^^Euphoria

-Billy Hargrove acting like he hates the nickname “Curls.” Or “Curly.” But when you say it he loves it.

^^Stranger things

THE END

[thisisnotthenerd]

and the other half of round two, the sidequests!

feel free to give reasoning/propaganda as you like!

the intrepid heroes poll

quick episode descriptions:

volcano of violence: all of the lotr parallels in one place. leiland being a cringefail after casting circle of death. markus negotiating with an eagle. the combination of grasping web and reverse gravity. balloon elf. sokhbarr raising the lava mog. the concept of galfast hamhead. efink facing her father and husband and beign conflicted

the great chase: caravan chase, mad max style on the teenager's bed. ti wants to blow up the boy. car-go and bean are remarkably effective. boomer is a boarding party. jizz balloons. lots of toy vehicles. car-go transforms with felix inside.

the horizon beyond the squall: marcid attacking a chimney. you wrote a whole song just to be mean to me. cheese, prince bitch. no kings for this captain. nat 20 medicine check to revive myrtle. destroy undead. beating a motherfucker with another motherfucker. bob's inflict wounds. ending with cheese getting a ship and the buccaneer buddies sailing off.

unfinished business: splitting up to resolve the mystery. buckster's legendary nat 20 persuasion to give advantage on stealth. daisy and the vicar sneaking in. sylvester failing at climbing the tower. lars killing the constable and pretending to be a ghost for lucretia. gangie and the vicar undulating. daisy and sylvester simultaneously arriving. shitting out of a window to "provide a cushion". daisy getting her story with sylvester's help. gangie falling into mrs. molesly's room. sylvester almost dying but getting a nat 20 death save with buckster's help. a wedding and bacchanal.

we're the heroes: one of these things is not like the others. collecting the bag of socks. jammer crying about weights. sam and philtrum. dates at the questing beast. the tournament. dream's cinderella moment. where did those mice get lithium. you don't get wet fire. i disavow you. what do you want me to tell your family. he had enough. blast him to the underworld. you can gps a phone. my girl just glinda'd your ass! that's some american magic, bitch! evan and dream lock up tallulah's wand in an orb.

i fucking love you: no one is surprised. incendiary cloud. OSTENTATIA'S DIVINE INTERVENTION ON A 19. god wants a bag from ostentatia. antiope will not submit. penny texts i'm in. nta 20 counterspell on finger of death. nonna wallace approves. katja trips a snake. i didn't even know you could trip a snake. antiope's incredible action surge turn that ends with showing her ass. sam is power word killed. that's my sister. danielle channels anima. revivify. bringing talura through the doorway in death. ending with graduation and 'take us to the book!'.

waylaid by werewolves: the werewolves are girls. zarb mini with six buttholes. chewing gum mist. fifi. shooting through the flamethrower. losing dracula. drago was the star. fifi becomes a werewolf. reading a letter in the middle of battle. florina under the carriage. enraged frenzy. i've heard of a cat scan. i make the horse fly. something seems very familiar about her. the dog is my wife! izzy holds with disappointment. a monster has been eating my letters to you.

duel on the southern lawn: rumor phase. rue writes the letter and commands wuvvy to burn it. i drank tea and went to bed. letter to wrackingspelt. rue's assistant. hob getting clocked by rue. wuvvy demanding satisfaction. andhera demanding satisfaction. wet wrestling. this is the biggest stretch of a fuckin' lifetime. nat 20 to be a slippy boy. hoisting andhera up by his taut cotton pants. accepting the hand of friendship.

yonder where the fruit do be lyin': quichei. deli's perception roll. raphaniel as a youth pastor. giant radish head. colin is covered in blue. extremely realistic fake orange. rick perry, you dog. silence. queen's losing it. raphaniel gets the orange down. banana boat guy. come on provolone! deli attacks queen pamela rocks. subtle spell shatter in the carriage. brennan kills pamela rocks again. you died for nothing. chasing and murdering the mushroom guy.

in the heart of death: brennan walks jujubee through an optimized turn. 49 damage immediately. troyánn slips. keekee starts falling. scorching ray. the devil works hard, but d20 works harder. buddy bear shoves zaria into the pit. lightning javelin in the titty. fireball. princess does like 70 damage and pushed kerwyn into the abyss. troyánn goes down. princess gets keena. nat 20 counterspell. twyla crits on morgan to end the battle.

case closed: the party converges on oblongata station once more. they're facing down the don and madam loathing, who can turn them against each other. imelda and dan flash the gangsters to wildly differing results. ivana rolls a 59 on hunch and he still comes back. elias punches his boss. dan goes down. the fix eats the key. conrad rolls a 57 [the number of heinz varieties] to bring down madam loathing. elias steals a birthday cake and runs out into the street, gets a date and reconciles his childhood trauma as he goes into witness protection.

evolution & revolution: warning the populace. pitching scam calls. driving the truck. phoebe is jaegering dr. wenabocker in a very gross maxi. the ground collapses. revenants are charmed. viola is very efficient. thorn calls lightning. tula attacks her son for 67 damage. ava attacks the groun for 109 damage and a long rest. jaysohn gets phoebe. lila fireballs. viola crits twice and kills one guy with paladin/fighter shenanigans and then kills the rest by kicking the trigger of a gun and hitting a gas tank. tula heals jaysohn, lukas, and herself a little bit. battle is over in 1.33 rounds.

[munsonkitten]

Izzy Hands has almost met his end on more than one occasion. More than half of which were probably Ed’s own doing, if he’s being completely honest with himself. Each of those times, Izzy crawls out of wherever he’s found himself, right back to barking orders. Every single time. Right back to work like nothing ever happened. 

Part of him knew that when he handed Izzy that gun. He definitely knew that when he shot him in the knee. Izzy makes it out, he perseveres. He doesn’t give up because he’s an indestructible little fucker that Ed can’t kill. 

That’s just the thing about it, though, isn’t it? Ed didn’t do it this time. 

And that’s why Izzy’s underneath the soil they buried him in, beneath the cross they fashioned out of his wooden leg and a stick they found. His cravat hanging around it, his mother’s ring glistening in the sunlight. 

Ed spends a lot of time out there, sitting by Izzy like he’s still there. Because the truth is, he just can’t let him go. That’s why he took over that house on the beach where Izzy was laid to rest. That’s why he’s given up pirating to stay near him. It’s why he couldn’t let them toss Izzy into the sea like he probably would’ve wanted. 

“Today Stede and me, we patched up the roof of our new inn,” Ed tells him, like Izzy can hear. It just feels like the thing to do when sitting next to someone’s grave, so they don’t feel so alone down there. Sometimes Ed thinks that’s the reason why he’s never been able to just sit with himself, why it felt so wrong to do it in that boat with Fang. 

It’s because the whole sea is a graveyard of men he knew once upon a time. 

“Ed, dear,” Stede’s voice rings out from the house. “Come inside, now, love. Dinner’s almost ready.”

Ed sighs, sniffles, and wipes the tears he didn’t realize were falling. It’s silly, really. He knew Izzy would die some day. He was almost the cause of it on multiple occasions and didn’t feel a thing when it happened those times. 

But now, Ed himself feels like a dead man walking. 

He’s missing a limb, missing his right hand. And the thing is, the thing that really hurts most, is that the person he wants to talk to most about it, is the person who’s dead. 

“Coming,” Ed calls back. 

He pushes himself up off the ground, his bad knee aching from sitting on it wrong this whole time. He doesn’t know how long he’s been out here, but he knows that it’s dinner time now and he came out after they fixed the roof, which was sometime after lunch. 

He’s grateful that Stede is giving him the time to mourn, giving him this time to talk with Izzy when he needs to. When things just get so jumbled up in his head he can’t make sense of them, Izzy was the one that took those things and turned them into plans and got Ed’s head on straight enough to execute them. 

They were Blackbeard. Not just Ed. Both of them. 

And Ed likes being Ed, he does. Blackbeard wasn’t him, and it can’t be him without Izzy by his side. 

He just… Wishes that Izzy could come with Ed. That they could be EdandIzzy together, just as they were Blackbeard together. 

As he takes his first step back up toward the wooden house, a lone seagull swoops down from the sky and lands on the top of the cross. It coos at him, bobbing its head up and down as it stretches out and shakes off its wet wings. It closes them again, curling in on itself comfortably.

The seagull’s been around, Ed’s seen it, and through the haze of his grief he thinks that it’s nice that something comes to keep Izzy company when Ed’s away. 

“That bird won’t leave him alone,” Stede says when Ed comes in. He’s wiping his hands on a dish towel, looking out through the open door with that look on his face. That confused one he’s directed at Ed a few times. Puzzles he can’t quite figure out. “Do you think it’s going to eat him? Do sea birds do that?”

“I dunno, mate,” Ed sighs. “Reckon they probably do.”

He pulls off his jacket and hangs it on one of the hooks Stede nailed to the wall. 

“That’s unfortunate,” Stede says, turning back to look at Ed. His face goes from confusion to something soft. Something sad. “How are you today, love?”

“A bit shit, honestly,” Ed answers. “It’s… all a bit shit.”

“I know it is, Edward,” Stede says. He opens up his arms and lets Ed fall into them, one of his hands coming up to cradle Ed’s head. It makes Ed feel small, cared for. 

“I’m sorry,” Ed sniffles. “I love this place, I love that we’re here. I just wish…”

“I know, darling,” Stede whispers. “You don’t have to be sorry. Not to me.”

Ed nods and pulls away from the hug, instead bending down to unlace his boots. Stede told him last night they should wear their shoes in the house until they make sure the floor is safe, but it’s a goddamn house, and Ed will take off his shoes if he damn well pleases. What’s a little rusty nail through his foot when the pain in his heart is so much worse. 

“Well, I’m going to finish up supper,” Stede says. “I’ll leave you to that.”

“Thank you,” Ed says, short and quick to send Stede back off to the other side of the house. 

He knows he’s not being the best partner right now. He knows that. But he just doesn’t know how to explain it all to Stede. 

Yes, he loves Stede. He really, truly does. He’d give up piracy and shave his beard a million times over for him, there’s no debate on that. He just didn’t think he’d have to go through life without Izzy. Not like this. Sure, he could give up pirating and send Izzy on his way, but the fucker would always come back, that much Ed is certain of. He would make up excuses to dock and spend the night in Ed’s inn, to drink through the night. It’s always been part of the fantasy. 

Every time he imagines his life, Izzy is there in every single outcome. And sure, he’s here now. He’s buried in the dirt a few meters away. That’s not how Ed ever wanted it. 

He loves Stede and he always will, but he loved Izzy, too. Best he could. Always did. 

Now, he feels like the best he could wasn’t really the whole of it. It was right at the end where his chest was cold and clenching and his chin wouldn’t stop wobbling and his brain went full of so much fog he thinks it had to have been coming out of his ears, where he realized he couldn’t live without Izzy Hands. His family stood behind him, sure, but Izzy was the only one that mattered right then. 

He’s felt lost ever since and he doesn’t know how that could possibly be because Stede is guiding him through it. Stede is cooking dinner and he makes sure Ed is taken care of, and he held him last night while they slept on their little bed together, and it’s still… It’s still not enough. 

And it should be enough. It should be enough that he has Stede, and he shouldn’t be so broken up about Izzy dying because it was always going to happen. 

Ed just thought he’d go first or shortly after. All these years he thought that he would die with Izzy Hands. But that was just Blackbeard. Blackbeard is the only one dying with Izzy Hands, and Edward Teach is still here. Forced to rewrite his own story when the scenes in his head feel like staring at a blank wall. 

Life after Izzy Hands is a blank wall, a lighthouse with no fire. He’s going to crash up on the rocks because he fell in love with an anchor that he couldn’t hold onto. 

“Ed, darling?” Stede calls out again. 

Ed snaps himself out of it. He comes back to the little wooden house with its splintered floorboards and its dirty walls. He pushes his boots over to the side, lines them up side by side next to the door they had to fix when they first arrived. 

Fixing things helps. The door latch needed fixing, so Ed did that. The roof needed fixing so he climbed right up there. Their bedroom window was broken so Ed boarded it up until they can find new glass for it. 

He can fix these things, so he does. 

He walks on socked feet into the kitchen to find Stede there. He ladles something into a bowl, something that Zheng taught him to make with the ingredients and utensils Roach gave from the Revenge’s kitchen. Ed sits down at the table he took with them, something tucked away in the room that was holding all his remaining treasure. There wasn’t much after Calypso’s party, but there was enough to get them started in their little house. 

“I was thinking we should call our inn Izzy’s. A way to honor him,” Stede says as he sets a bowl in front of Ed. “How does that sound to you, dear?”

“Think he’d have fuckin’ hated it,” Ed says. “Sounds good to me.”

Stede takes the spot across from him at the table, his own bowl steaming in front of him. Ed looks down at the bits of meat and the noodles swirling around in the broth. 

He isn’t really hungry, but Stede’s going to tell him to eat, so he does. It’s good fucking soup. 

“Izzy would’ve liked this,” Ed says. 

“Well, thank you,” Stede says. “It was Zheng’s recipe, but I don’t think I could do it like her.”

“No, I mean,” Ed says, shaking his head. “He would’ve liked this. All of it. Having a home here, fixing it up, being right by the beach. Wish he could’ve had this. He deserved to have this.”

When Ed looks up from his bowl, Stede’s looking at him with a sad smile and glistening eyes. He doesn’t say anything, just nods and reaches across the table to take one of Ed’s hands in his own. 

“I know he was kind of a dick,” Ed says. “You don’t have to pretend he wasn’t, or name your inn after him. I get it, babe, I do. He was a fucking dick, and I miss him, but you don’t have to.”

“He was your dick, Edward,” Stede says, then shakes his head. Ed can’t even crack a smile at it. “I just mean, he was often blunt, and he thought of me as quite the moron, but… You love him, and these last few weeks, I was able to see another side of him. I started to understand that the way he said things didn’t always mean he was mad or aiming to hurt, not all the time, and I know that if I had more time, I would start to fully understand why you love him so.”

“Loved,” Ed whispers. 

“Your love doesn’t have to go away just because he’s gone, Edward,” Stede says softly. “He’s still in your heart. Always will be, darling. And that’s okay.”

“I love you,” Ed whispers. Because he has to say it, has to tell Stede that it’s true because it is. He loves Stede so it shouldn’t matter that he’s lost Izzy. 

“I know you do,” Stede says. “You can love more than one person, darling. It doesn’t mean you love me less, or that you have to let go of him. I’ve always known that he would be part of our lives, part of our love, no matter what form that may have taken. I just feel horrible that it has to be this way.”

Ed nods, even if he knows Stede is giving him more than he deserves, just saying all of that, implying what he’s implying, because nothing can come from it. What Ed wants, what he thinks he’s always wanted, can never be given to him. 

That’s why Stede’s words don’t wash away the pain or guilt. Because Ed would want them both if Izzy were still here. Now that he knows what it’s like to not have him at all. 

“Finish your dinner, Edward,” Stede says softly. Gentle in a way Ed loves. “I think we should turn in early tonight.”

They finish up and Ed helps Stede clean up the dishes and put them away in the cupboards. He likes keeping busy, scrubbing their bowls cleaner than they have to be. He can look right out the front window above the wash basin and see Izzy’s grave from here. The seagull is still sitting there, just politely sitting. No scavenging for bones or flesh beneath the dirt. 

“Didn’t you say Buttons turned into a seagull?” Stede asks, nudging Ed with his elbow. 

Ed nods, and he looks out there again. The bird is looking right at them, black eyes staring right into Ed’s soul, if he even has one anymore. 

“No fuckin way,” Ed whispers. “You don’t think…”

“Darling, it was just a little joke,” Stede says. 

“No, but he really did,” Ed says. “That’s him out there. Certain of it.”

“I’ve told you, love, that’s not possible,” Stede says, resting a hand over Ed’s forearm. Ed stops scrubbing at the bowl in his hand. “C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

He stands there for a second longer, staring down that bird, waiting for something to happen, but nothing does. 

Stede drags him away from the kitchen and pulls him over to the other room. He helps Ed with his pants, pulls them off his legs and leaves them in a pile of leather on the floor. Ed settles into their bed and scoots over to the wall, watching as Stede undresses. 

When Stede settles in beside him and faces him, his eyes ask a question, one Ed has seen countless times now. He nods, just a small little thing, and leans in to press his lips to Stede’s. He’ll never get tired of this, of kissing the man he loves. 

“Goodnight Edward,” Stede whispers when he pulls away. “Get some sleep.”

His arm settles heavily over Ed’s waist when he turns over to press his back to Stede’s chest. He curls in on himself, letting himself feel small again, like he did back when he and Izzy were younger, sharing a hammock on Hornigold’s ship, seeking comfort after the horrible days they endured. 

It’s always been hard for Ed to fall asleep, but tonight he welcomes it easily. 

That doesn’t mean it’s easy for him to stay asleep. 

Izzy’s in his dream, the memory of him clutching the bullet wound on his stomach, hands turning red with the blood spilling out. In his dream he leans down and kisses Izzy’s forehead, his cheek, his lips, in those last moments, what he had wanted to do. He whispers I love you, please don’t leave me, Iz, like he should’ve said. I love you and I’m sorry. I love you, I love you. 

Because he’s allowed to. Stede said he’s allowed to love Izzy, but loving Izzy like this hurts. It’s painful, knowing that it doesn’t keep him alive in the end. 

He wakes up crying. 

Something full bodied and overpowering. Sobs shaking every part of him. Choking him, like a rope pulled taut around his neck. He can’t breathe, can’t see through his tears. 

“You’re alright, darling,” Stede whispers. He’s sitting up behind Ed, his chest pressed up against his back, but Ed can’t feel him. Can barely hear him. 

“What are you fuckers cryin’ about,” comes a rasp from across the room. “Christ, you’d think someone fuckin’ died.”

And no. No, no, no. 

“Wake up, Ed, wake up,” he tells himself. “Wake up.”

“You’re awake, Edward.” And that’s Izzy’s voice again, but it can’t be. It can’t be. 

“Izzy?” Stede whispers. 

“Yeah, it’s me,” Izzy says. 

And no, it can’t be him. It can’t be because Izzy’s dead, they buried him. He’s buried out in the yard. Dead, gone. Dead. 

Ed’s eyes start to adjust in the darkness, in the faint light of the moon coming in through the open bedroom door. The door that Stede shut before they fell asleep. He scans the room until he sees him in the corner, there in the chair Stede put in their bedroom for whatever reason. 

He’s sitting there. Izzy’s sitting there, adjusting the buckles on his wooden leg. 

“I guess this is where I thank you for not tossing me into the sea tied to a cannonball,” Izzy says. “Was hard enough digging myself out of that shallow grave. You know I would’ve washed right out of that thing if it rained? What then, Edward? I doubt your boyfriend would’ve liked cleaning that up.”

“What are you—”

“Oh, Edward,” Izzy says. “Didn’t you learn anything during your own brush with death?”

The gravy basket. Purgatory. 

“I was stuck somewhere,” Izzy says. “And then I heard your crying. Oh Izzy, please don’t go. Izzy, I'm so sorry. Figured I should probably see what all that was about.”

Ed climbs out of bed, leaving Stede where he is. He takes a few steps toward Izzy, reaching out just to make sure he’s real. To make sure he’s really there. He reaches out until his hand comes in contact with the scratchy little hairs on Izzy’s cheek. He slides his hand down to cup his chin, the beard there. 

“You want me to pinch you?” Izzy offers, his voice low and quiet in the dark room. They’re all so quiet, the sounds of nothing but their breathing and the waves crashing outside. 

“You’re really back?” Ed asks. 

“I’m really back, Edward. I believe you were the one that called me an indestructible little fucker.”

Ed laughs, something choked and wet. He falls down to his knees, his hands settling on Izzy’s thighs. He drops his head, sobs forcing their way out of his body, choked and strangled. A gloved hand rests in his head. 

“Oh, get up, you twat,” Izzy says. It’s laced with something that sounds like affection coming from Izzy Hands. From anyone else it would be an insult, a knife in the gut. From Izzy, it’s everything Ed thought he’d never get to have ever again. 

He doesn’t get up, just pushes himself closer, pushes his face into Izzy’s stomach, the spot where the wound is, and Izzy winces. 

“Not healed, you fucker. Just because I’m back from the dead doesn’t mean I wasn’t there,” Izzy grunts. 

“I don’t get it,” Ed cries. “I don’t get how you’re here.”

“It’s harder than that to kill me, Eddie,” Izzy whispers, the name bringing back the memory of his last words. Ed thinks he’d kill anyone else for calling him that, but not Izzy. “Wasn’t gonna let that fucking moron be the death of me.”

“If I may interrupt—” Stede says from behind Ed. “Izzy, let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

“Sorry for dragging dirt through your lovely home, Bonnet,” Izzy says in that way that says he isn’t sorry at all. 

“Up you go, c’mon,” Stede says. “We have a lovely bathtub. Allow me to warm some water while Ed helps you undress.”

Stede lights a few candles before leaving the room, illuminating them in the orange glow of fire. Izzy has seen better days, that’s for sure. He’s caked in dirt and blood, and he looks like he’s about to keel over at any second. 

He helps him with his clothes, carefully unbuttons his shirt and pulls it off his shoulders. He can see the wound now, the crusted blood and the hole in his abdomen. It’s in a bad spot, but as Ed looks at it, he sees how Izzy could’ve survived it. He can see it more clearly now, where it is, how he likely fell unconscious due to blood loss instead of anything important being hit. 

There’s probably still a chance of him dying. From infection, most likely. From not being able to eat or keep anything down, also likely. 

“Bath’s actually quite shit,” Ed says for something to do. “Not as nice as the one on the Revenge.”

Izzy just nods, standing there with his hand braced on the wall while Ed moves to the laces on his pants. 

“Are you sure Bonnet’s okay with you getting in my pants?” Izzy croaks. 

“Hush, Izzy,” Ed says. He doesn’t feel like now is the time to talk about it. It’s not the time to talk about it. 

He gets Izzy undressed and gathers the clothes into a pile. They're British uniform clothes. They didn’t want to undress him just to bury him, so Ed has his old stuff tucked away in his trunk at the foot of the bed. He has them, and he’ll give them back when Izzy’s clean. Maybe for tonight, though, Ed will suggest one of Stede’s night shirts for Izzy to sleep in. Something easy to get on and off, something that will offer easier access to his wound. 

“Do you want the leg back on?” Ed asks, trying not to look as Izzy stands there on one foot, naked save from the cravat around his neck, the ring secure above the knot. He’ll let Izzy take that off if he wants to. 

“Just help me hobble,” Izzy says. 

With an arm around Izzy’s waist, Ed helps him jump toward the little bathroom across from the bedroom. Stede’s in there, pouring a bucket of water into the large basin. He looks over his collection of bath oils, running his fingers along the carefully labeled bottles before picking one up and pulling out the stopper. 

“Should I leave you to it?” Stede asks. 

“No,” Ed and Izzy say at the same time. They look at each other and Izzy shrugs. 

“Right,” Stede says, looking at a loss for words. “Well, in you go, then. Shouldn’t be too hot”

Ed helps Izzy over the ledge and gently lowers him down. 

“Fuck,” Izzy groans. “Haven’t had a bath in fucking ever.”

“It’s quite nice, isn’t it?” Stede says softly. 

He’s wringing his hands as he stands there, like he’s way out of his depth right now. Ed wants to reassure him, but he doesn’t really know what to say. He can’t shake the shock of his first mate coming back from the dead, crawling his way out of his grave and into his bedroom. He feels like he’s going to wake up from this dream and find himself back in his nightmare. 

Instead of saying anything, Ed takes one of the wash clothes Stede set out and dips it into the water next to Izzy’s knee, the one that just ends. Because of something he did to him. 

He can fix this. He can fix this now, one step at a time. Just like he fixed the door latch, boarded up the window, and climbed up on the roof. Just like how he’s going to fix the floorboards in the entryway tomorrow and find another bed in town to slide into place next to his and Stede’s so all three of them can fit in it together. Even though now isn’t the time to talk about that. 

He can fix this. He’s good at fixing things, especially when Izzy’s involved. 

“Alright, there, Eddie?” Izzy asks, soft and concerned. 

Ed has his hand still submerged in water, lost in his thoughts while he stares down at the stump of Izzy’s knee. 

“I’m perfect, Iz,” Ed says. 

He pulls the washcloth out of the water and gets to work, slowly wiping away the blood caked around his wound, just gently dabbing as it comes loose from his skin and the hair on his body. Izzy winces, but doesn’t say anything. Grips Ed’s arm but doesn’t push him away. 

He’s always been good at handling pain. It just breaks Ed’s heart that he can’t take it all away. That’s something he can’t really fix. 

“I’m sorry Edward,” Izzy says. 

“No,” Ed whispers. He squeezes out the towel and brings it to Izzy’s face. “No.”

“Yes,” Izzy insists. “I shouldn’t have left you like that.”

“You’re back now,” Ed whispers. “You’re back now.”

And even if Izzy doesn’t make it, at least Ed has more time with him. At least he can say what should’ve said, and done what he wanted to do. Not right now, not this very second, but he will. He has more time. 

Stede rests a hand on his shoulder, warm and reassuring. Behind him, he has his guiding light, and in front of him he has his anchor. He needs them both because without one, he’ll just be adrift forever, and without the other, he’ll crash up on the rocks. 

After Izzy’s as clean as he can be, they both help him out and set him down on a stool to dry him off. Stede talks, says something about getting him a leg custom-made to fit him and his needs, and Ed just listens. He listens as Izzy huffs, watches as he rolls his eyes and mutters stupid fucking Stede Bonnet under his breath, and he sees the smile on Stede’s lips like he’s missed this too. 

“Thank you for doing this,” Izzy says after a while. “You didn’t have to do any of this.”

“We care about you, Izzy,” Stede says, helping Izzy into a long sock. “Ed hasn’t been himself since you left us.”

“I feel like I’ve had this same conversation with you,” Izzy says. 

“Yes, well,” Stede sighs. “It appears that he needs both of us. Isn’t that right, love?”

Stede’s looking at him now, waiting for an answer. 

Ed nods. “Yeah, guess so.”

“I’m going to give you two a moment while I figure out sleeping arrangements,” Stede says, pushing himself up to stand. He squeezes Ed’s shoulder. “You should tell him.”

“Tell me what?” Izzy grunts when Stede’s left and shut the door behind him. 

“It wasn’t the same without you, mate,” Ed says. “I didn’t realize I’d miss you so much.”

It’s vulnerable. It’s hard to say. He knows he needs to say it, to let it all out. Stede said it was okay to love more than one person at a time. He thinks of Jim, of Archie and Oluwande and Zheng. How they’ve all fallen into each other and seem to make it work just fine. 

“And I, well, I fear I might love you,” Ed blurts out, all in a rush. 

“You fear?” Izzy scoffs. 

“Hey, now, I’m trying to… I’m being serious, mate,” Ed says. “I wasn’t good to you, I know that. I know that I’m the reason you lost your leg, and I know I went a bit crazy back there, but I… I can’t live without you, Iz. I tried, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long like this.”

“What about Stede?” Izzy asks. 

“He said I can love more than one person,” Ed tells him. “That loving you doesn’t mean I love him less, and loving him doesn’t mean I can’t love you. It’s… Fuck, I don’t expect it to be easy, but it’ the truth.”

“And what am I supposed to do with this truth, Edward?” Izzy asks. “I’m supposed to split you with Bonnet? Leave the room every time you want to dock your ship in his harbor, eh?”

Ed snorts. He can’t help it. “Don’t know about all that. I just know that I want you around while I figure it all out.”

“What do you want me to say to that?”

“Say you’ll stay,” Ed says. “Say you’ll love me, too.”

“Edward, I’ve loved you for thirty years,” Izzy says. “Didn’t take you almost dying for me to figure it out.”

“I know, Iz, I know,” Ed says. “I don’t expect you to just forgive me for everything, or to jump into my arms, okay? I just… I just needed you to know. I just need you to stay.”

“Don’t know where else I’d go. Didn’t see any boats on that beach,” Izzy mutters. “Fine, Ed, yes, I’ll stay. But… What about Bonnet?”

“You keep asking about Stede,” Ed says. “Might start to think you’re in love with him, too, mate.”

Izzy scowls at him, but his cheeks turn pink in the candlelight, and oh. 

“You two got close, didn’t you?” Ed asks gently. “That’s nice. He cares for you, you know.”

Izzy swats at him half heartedly and Ed finally stands from where he’s crouched down. He helps Izzy stand, the night shirt Stede put over his head, falling down to hang beneath his knees. 

They open the door to see Stede standing on the other side. He takes over on Izzy’s other side, his arm coming around his waist and crossing over Ed’s.

“There you both are,” Stede says. “Was about to come check on you.”

Stede guides them back to the bedroom, and Ed sees a bunch of blankets and sheets laid out on the floor, one of the pillows at the top of the makeshift bed. 

“You two take the bed tonight,” Stede tells them. “It’ll be more comfortable for you, Izzy.”

“I can take the floor,” Ed offers. 

“No, no, dear,” Stede says, helping lower Izzy down onto the mattress. “You keep Izzy safe tonight, I’ll just be right here on the floor.”

He stands there as Izzy scoots over to the wall and lays down on his back. Ed looks at Stede for just another second before nodding in agreement. 

A kiss gets pressed to his forehead, then to his lips, something soft and sweet as Stede pulls the blankets up over both of them. 

When he pulls back, he reaches over and cups Izzy’s cheek, thumb rubbing gently over his skin, something soft and affectionate that Ed is sure Izzy is going to smack away. Instead, Izzy presses his face further into the hand and his eyes flutter shut, a small sigh falling from his parted lips. 

“There you both are, tucked in safe and sound,” Stede says softly, pulling his hand away to straighten the blanket over their chests. “Sleep well, my loves.”

The endearment isn’t lost on Ed, the plural of it all. Loves. Both of them, it seems. He feels Izzy’s hand find and squeeze his under the blanket, holding onto him like they did in their hammock thirty years ago. He knows that Izzy heard it too, that he doesn’t know how to accept it, how to let it comfortably wash over him. 

A small whimper falls from Izzy, and Ed turns over to face him. 

“It’s alright,” Ed whispers. “Scary at first, I know. You think you don’t deserve it, but you do. You do, Izzy.”

He sees Izzy nod in the dark, and feels his hand squeeze his own. 

“You sure you want this, Edward?” Izzy asks, his strained words warm breaths against Ed’s neck. 

He slides his fingers over Izzy’s wrist, feeling the thrumming pulse beneath his skin. The proof that Izzy’s alive, that he’s here with him, that they’re allowed to love each other like this. 

“Always did,” Ed tells him. He presses his lips to Izzy’s forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin against his mouth. Hears the sharp intake of breath from Izzy. “Always will.”

And it’s the truth, the best he can give. 

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[a-fandom-reimagined]

ALL I WANT IS YOU. | IZZIE STEVENS X GN!READER

♡ requested: Hey I just got into watching greys anatomy s2 e5 I am really new , but I love the character of izzie stevens and I tried to find some nice fluff fics but I barely could find any only 1 so I was wondering if you knew more or wanted to write one ? ♡ summary: izzie makes y/n a very...interesting proposition. ♡ author's note: i hope you don't mind that i made it gn it just kind of happened. ♡ word count: 499

"Did you know that couples who co-habituate before marriage have are 48% more likely to have their marriages end in divorce?"

You froze in the doorway of Meredith's house. You hadn't even taken off your coat yet. Much less closed the door.

The house was dark. Candles everywhere. A table set for two in the living room. Romantic music in the background…and a projection screen.

"I…did not know that. What's going on?"

"Well, it's true. A study conducted by researchers in 2018 found that participants were less likely to divorce after the first year of marriage but more likely to get divorced later on down the line. Please sit."

You kicked the door shut and did as she asked, watching her flip through slides of graphs, charts and other research data. You hardly heard any of it. Izzie was resplendent in a pink dress. Her hair was curled and pinned up, her makeup carefully done. You felt as though you were sitting in the presence of royalty.

"--but," she continued, "another study conducted in 2018 concluded that cohabitation before marriage was actually linked to lower divorce rates." Izzie continued her presentation, clicking through an assortments of slides focused on the age of commitment, religion, and the ages, careers, and races of the of the studies participants and a bunch of other analytical mumbo jumbo that went in one ear and out the other.

Finally you couldn't take it anymore. "Izzie, baby, please," you huffed. "I…I am sure that a great deal of work has gone into all of this and I appreciate it but I don't understand what you're trying to say. We're not married and we don't live together. None of these studies apply to us!"

Izzie's throat bobbed, her eyes shining with tears.

Inside, you kicked yourself for making her cry. You held out your arms and she practically ran into them, perching herself on your lap. You kissed her arm, taking both of her hands in your own. "I'm sorry for making you cry, babe. I just… I need you to talk to me. Not at me."

Izzie sniffed, wiping her eyes dry on the back of her hands. "I know, I know. And you didn't make me cry I just… There haven't been a lot of things in my life that have gone right, you know? You are the most precious thing in the world to me and I don't want to lose you. There's no room for mistakes."

"Izzie, I don't want to lose you either but there's no such thing as perfection. This love, this life is what we make it. Not the data. If you want to move in together we can start looking right now. If you want to get married let's gas up the car and go to Vegas."

Izzie scrunched her nose. "Vegas? Is that really what you envision for your dream wedding?"

You shrugged. "Any wedding is my dream as long as I'm saying my vows to you."

You kissed her again and Izzie sighed as if in relief. "All I want is you, Y/N."

[groupiewhoreee]

Shake Me, All Night Long

Warnings: Smut, P in V, F! Receiving, M!Receiving,, sweet and sensual stuff!(minors dni! 18+ folks only. although i can't force you, its highly recommended you leave. thanks!)

Plot/Summary: Requested by an Anon.

Pairing(s): Izzy Stradlin x Fem!Reader

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izzy's calloused, cold finger tips brushed along your hair. his hands clasped onto your hair, his grip certainly firm. he bit his bottom lip bitterly, his teeth sinking into the flesh of his lip. red, luscious blood dripped along his chin. he wiped his lip with his thumb. your bobbed ur head on izzy's dick, tears flowing down ur rosey red cheeks. your well done makeup ruined at the moment. mascara and eyeliner stained ur eyes. "taking my cock so well," he cooed. you gagged, you struggled for air. izzy shoved you down more onto his cock. he started grunting, husk groans shun thru his mouth. he let out raspy moans of pleasure, almost like deep cries. his head instantly threw backwards, his bottom lip now indefinitely bruised from him biting it out of spite and pleasure. a low "fuck," rashly eluded him. his cheeks were pink, while his lip was swollen.

soon later, you felt a sweet, salty liquid shoot down your throat, making you gag out of spite. it tasted awfully. izzy jostled you off his dick. you quickly fell back. "swallow,." izzy simply told you. you swallowed, "atta girl." he praised. the stingy taste rasped your throat. the taste of salt made your taste buds bounce all over the place like pop rocks.. he grasped a hold of you, now moving you over to behind the couch. he bent you over, your plump ass sticking out on display for him in a way. he tore away your soaked panties off, using only w to hold them. "so wet for me.." he said in almost an awe voice, dropping the panties to the hotel floor. his pants were already dropped to the floor, so he had no hesitation to slam into you. once he did, he went slow, but he sped up only so little. his hands clenched your hair, while he now formed it into a makeshift pony. "izzy! oh my god..!" you loudly cried out, your breathing whiney and breathlessly. "oh please, faster!" you pleaded out to him. izzy went faster, but almost too fast. "doing so great for me baby, such a good girl. taking me so well." he cooed. tears dripped down ur cheeks.

"you look so pretty when you cry. keep being a good girl for me." izzy said to you, now trailing his hands to ur waist, digging his cut nails into your flesh. it enough to leave purple marks, which were bruises. you moaned out loud, whimpering at the tone. mascara and such ruined ur face completely. your hands trembling and quaking. your thighs were stained of your sweet juices, talking was something you couldn't do. "izzy, i-" you managed to say, before soon you felt ur cum leak down ur legs and onto izzy's dick. he let out a final moan of pleasure, before he pulled out quickly, cum drizzled down onto your ass. his pants and boxers were pulled up whilst you panted harshly. before izzy would help you clean up, he wanted to mark ya. he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, making it bleed. shrieks and cries of pain rushed over you unexpectedly. he left purple love bites across your sensitive spots. your blood cells were to the roof.

later, he helped you clean up. he got you to the bath, starting it while you trembled in. he placed clothes for you, and towels down for you. he started mixing shampoo and conditioner into his hands. his hands cleansed your hair, while he cleaned it for you. he washed it out later, making sure no more soap was in ur hair. he left you alone so you could wash yourself. he went to the bed, changing. into more, comfortable clothes. he had a few smokes, all blowing them out on his ashtray. soon you came out, gathering your clothes and dumping them into the laundry basket. izzy held his arms out, while you jumped right into them. you quickly fell asleep in his arms. he fell asleep afterwards, stroking your hair softly.

[marcishaun]

Bob: I think I have a name for her. We'll call her Izzy. Eliza: Izzy? What is that a nickname for? Bob: Elizabeth. Do you like it? Eliza: I love it! 🥰

[alexanderlightweight]

happy Wednesday!

Im the anon who gave the prompt that led to to "the vines that bind" and 1) I wanted you to know how much I loved it. Magnus asking alec what he thought simon thought of his jewelry? I was cackling. It's so, so good and I couldn't have been more impressed with what you wrote. I'm so soft for any fics of yours that have greenhouse or gardening

And 2) I would love love love a follow up to it, maybe an in depth look at one of the hunts that you mentioned at the end of the fic? (Or Simon continuing to make a fool of himself in front of Alec lol)

Ah anon thank you so much for that original prompt and this one, okay? I had so much fun filling it and I love that verse. okay so i actually filled the portugal hunt and it's on ao3 as a wednesday request

so here is just everyday in this verse having a rough hunt and Simon making it rougher, I hope you enjoy! i love that you enjoy the greenhouse and gardening fics too!

lumine

“Alec, you uh, have a little something there.” Simon motions to his face, like that tells Alec anything. Especially when he knows he looks a mess, having had to carry one of his shadowhunters two miles and bleeding out like a broken cup.

Alec turns, looks down at Izzy’s mess of a boyfriend, who is clean and fresh and probably popped over from whatever mundane establishment he’s been haunting.

His hand is covered in blood and Alec, with a flat, deadpan expression, rubs across his face and stubble, smearing blood and viscera across his skin and scruff.

“Did I get it?” He asks, dry and waiting and Simon looks like he’s seen a ghost, stepping back and eyes wide and throat bobbing as he tries to swallow and breathe. It’s not the blood either, Simon doesn’t crave angelic blood nowadays unless it’s Jace’s blood and Alec raises a brow.

“Uh, wow. Okay. No. You didn’t at all. But I’m gonna just go and let you be, you’ll figure it out when you clean up. I’m sure.” And Simon speeds off, a blur as he goes to finally bug Izzy and give them all a break from his presence.

“Do you know what that was about?” Alec asks his second, Mirai is only two months in, but she’s been angel-sent and not in a bad way, even making sure that Alec is covered and undisturbed when he sleeps at the loft.

“No, sir.” Mirai tells him, tone clipped and tired and then she smirks, something dark in her smile. “I try not to listen when he speaks.”

“Lucky bitch.” Alec mutters with a fond note to his voice and he gets a respectful, ‘sorry bastard’ in return and nods his head, knowing that it’s a sincere comment. “Get some rest while you can,” he tells her and when she raises a pointed brow, he shakes his head. “I’ll have Alyssa wake you when I leave, but for now, I need you to rest up. This—” and he waves his hand, “won’t be settled for a while. You’ll be helping me by being fresh and available when I finally sign off for the next twenty-four.”

Immediately she nods, pleased and accepting and Alec wonders how he ever managed to survive as long as he has without a second like Mirai.

Mirai who can call him a bastard in front of every single member of his Institute and they will all know and understand that there isn’t an ounce of disrespect in her words. Someone Alec can tease and when the timing is good, be met with fondness and amusement.

It’s almost a habit now, the two of them disparaging over the other’s duties and grateful that they aren’t required to do each other’s jobs.

Alec forgoes the showers and heads straight for his office, unlocking the private showers that he rarely takes the time to use. The decontamination process is quick and then he leans against the wall, letting the heat pound against his aching back.  He’ll need an iratze now and possible another later and he’ll need to call Magnus, let him know he’ll be late.

Alec gets a towel around his waist and then he lets it drop, too tired to deal with it as he trudges over to the steam covered mirror. He wipes it away, making sure there aren’t any scrapes or obvious bruises on his face and he winces as he takes off the ear cuff Magnus had picked out for him that morning.

It’s a little dragon, curled around the cartilage and Alec washes it carefully, getting the ichor out of its grooves before he puts it back and then he carefully washes his face. There is a stud through his eyebrow now, made of dark metal and the gem is hidden behind muck.

Finally done, and presentable enough to not send Magnus into a panic, Alec summons his stele and sends a quick-fire message.

Barely twenty seconds later and Magnus is portaling in, the view of a shocked face disappearing as Alec and whoever Magnus was with get a glimpse of each other.

Magnus stops, staring at him with wide, hungry eyes and then he snarls and opens the portal back up, hand reaching through it and Alec can see the tensing of his muscles and wonders what Magnus is doing.  He finds out a moment later when Magnus holds a glossy mass of writhing tendrils in his hand and then he crushes them with magic.

“It was their memories, or their eyes.” Magnus tells him, nonchalant and content the closer he steps to Alec. “Darling, you look exhausted?”

And Alec ignores the world and lets himself fall into Magnus’ arms as they come around him.

—

Magnus follows Alexander, long after he could have left. It’s become route, for Alexander to contact him after any battles that have casualties, so Magnus doesn’t accidentally hear down the pipeline that a shadowhunter has died and wonder.

As it is, Magnus is rather done with the entirety of the Institute and every single one of them seems to need to ask Alexander a question, right now.

Finally, he’s about to have had enough when Simon shows up. Running his mouth faster than even his feet at vampiric speed will allow.

“Oh, hey you uh. You still have something there—” Simon says, like he’s trying to be discreet while he’s also motioning to Alec’s entire face.

“Yes Simon,” Alexander drawls and it’s so dry that Magnus is surprised Simon hasn’t already wilted. “It’s called my face.”

“No, not that!” Simon says, like Alexander’s face is anything but a priceless treasure, “the uh. You have piercings on your face. Like, they’re stuck there.”

“They’re not stuck.” Alexander tells him, with more patience that Magnus thinks is due, “they’re pierced. It’s why they’re called piercings, Simon. Izzy also has them, is this not something mundanes have?”

Simon blinks, like he’s not sure how to respond and Magnus hides a snort in Alexander’s shoulder, because Alec definitely knows that mundanes also have piercings.

“Right but, why do you have them?”

Alexander sighs, rolls his eyes up and over and then he crosses his arms. “Simon, you can either ask me inane questions you have no need to know the answer to, or you can shut up and get out of my way. Only one of those options is going to go well for you.”

Simon disappears and Alexander’s shadowhunters close in like a wall, ensuring he can’t come back the way he left.

“Alexander, you need to eat—” Magnus cuts in, when yet another hunter tries to take his boy’s attention. Every single hunter in earshot freezes, staring at Magnus with wide, horrified eyes as they turn, like a hive mind and disperse.  “What in Edom?” Magnus murmurs and Alexander is chuckling as he comes over and lets his head rest against Magnus’ shoulder.

“Mirai made it clear that you taking care of me like you do, is a priority. She’ll go toe-to-toe with any hunter who interrupts you on the sparring mat, it’s been pretty effective.”

Because Alexander doesn’t have time to defend his relationship the way shadowhunters so often enjoy doing, but he now has a second to rely on and Magnus is going to send her something.  A basket of throwing knives and garrotes and polishing ointment perhaps.

[bradshawswife]

another day of staring at this photo and needing a cold shower

[heartstringsduet]

Ring Bearer

A/N: Just a funny drabble about a scaly ring bearer to channel it for the wedding.

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“We will not have a lizard be our ring bearer.”

TK pulls out a blue leash from the hanger, one with multiple straps, and holds it up closer to Carlos’ face as if him not seeing it close enough was the problem. “But just imagine how cute it would be to have little Lou II waddle down the aisle, someone holding him on this leash?

"Only you'd call him cute."

Tk frowns. "Not true. The 126 adores him. Nancy called him most handsomest baby in Austin. And I’m sure there’s a way to cutify him further with a tiny flower crown. Not that he'd need it.”

Carlos takes the leash from his fiancés hands and puts it back with a pointed look. “We have a million cute kids in our friend and family circle and you want a lizard to be the ring bearer?” 

Mirroring Carlos' look, TK grabs the leash once again and puts it into the basket Carlos is carrying. “I mean, can we at least think about it?”

With a sigh, Carlos leaves it in but starts walking out of this aisle just in case TK has even more ideas of this kind. “How about Buttercup? Wouldn’t that be cute?”

“Not as adorable as our lizard son.”

"TK, please. We will not have Lou II at our wedding. At all. Sorry, but I'm putting my foot down."

Three weeks later, the little white case with a ring strapped to his back bobs side to side as Lou II walks down the aisle toward them. He's not alone. They have a whole cohort of ring bearers at the ceremony. Jonah is carried on Evie’s hip, and Carlos’ nieces Xenia and Antonina are carried on Izzy’s. One of them holds the leash with Lou II and Buttercup just trots without leash.

It predictably doesn't end well. Lou II walks in the wrong direction right away, Buttercup curiously following him and Nancy has to scoop the lizard up and deposit him on the altar. Paul does his best not to shriek when the bearded dragon is put right in front of him.

TK holds it in for the first few seconds, then laughs until his eyes water. Carlos wipes a tear of his fiancés face. He wipes another one off his husbands face after he slides on the ring he retrieves from Lou II's ring backpack.

He just married a man who talked him into a lizard for a ring bearer. That's love, the kind that needs no leash because it chooses to stay, day after day.

[icarianarts]

do you have any suggestions for making second life characters n models?

OKAY! So basically in terms of pricing it is much cheaper and more accessible to be a furry than a human in second life, usually with people you gotta hunt a bit more but I’ll list you some basics that I think are a good start. Here's a couple things I have off the top of my head, there is a TON of stuff out there on second life but here's the ones I use!

THIS WILL BE LONG SORRY. I REALLY LOVE RAMBLING ABOUT STORES YOU CAN USE IN SECOND LIFE I broke the links by spacing after the colon so if you want to copy and paste it just delete it! You know how tumblr gets with a lot of links LOL

FURRY STUFF: 

If you want to be a pony, the Open Pony avatar is free and extremely customizable. You’ll start with only two basic mane and tail items and will probably have to spend some money if you want more stuff, which typically for the pony ranges from 200-600ish lindens depending on where you shop. This is about 3usd, but you can also customize the hair by selecting individual faces in the editor to get the colors and textures you desire.

MAJOR DOWNSIDE TO BEING A PONY THOUGH IS THAT THIS AVATAR WAS MADE BY *THOSE* KINDS OF BRONIES. THERE IS REALLY GROSS STUFF ON THE SECOND LIFE MARKETPLACE FOR THE PONY AVATAR :( USUALLY YOU CAN FILTER ADULT CONTENT BUT SECOND LIFE SEARCH ISN’T ALWAYS SO SEAMLESS. It is extremely unfortunate that this is like, the only up to date my little pony avatar we currently have on the marketplace but we make do, there are a lot of normal horse people out there it just is heinous if you go to my little pony sims.

https: //marketplace.secondlife.com/p/OP-OPEN-PONY-Basic-Pony-Avatar/22771877 

Some of the free manes/tails/outfits/etc. I know currently exist are here:

https: //marketplace.secondlife.com/p/OpenPony-Shadowbolt-Suit/22790327

https: //marketplace.secondlife.com/p/HMART-Summer-Dress/23599366

https: //marketplace.secondlife.com/p/NX-Short-Bob-Mane-Add-Me/23761577

https: //marketplace.secondlife.com/p/OP-mesh-brows/24547847

https: //marketplace.secondlife.com/p/OP-I-LOVE-MOM-TATTOO/23808113

https: //marketplace.secondlife.com/p/HMART-Izzy-Mane-Tail/22786915

https: //marketplace.secondlife.com/p/OP-rainbowshine-kit/24806876

https: //marketplace.secondlife.com/p/NX-Rainbow-Bright-Mane-Add-Me/23671728

https: //marketplace.secondlife.com/p/OP-mail-set/24794285

For FURRY furries, like if you want to be an anthro animal, there is a lot of body mods out there for standard human avatar bodies (which I’ll get to in a moment) but for the most bang for your buck, I would recommend the SugarCult Regalia body. It is the easiest to customize if you ever look to wanting to make your own custom skin textures and is also modded a ton in the community so there is a load of content at the ready for it, the body link is here:

https: //marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Sugarcult-Project-Regalia/18217485

This one costs money, but it is pretty good for the price deal, you’ll get multiple body shapes that you can customize and tweak to your liking. When/if you want to shop for custom textures, make sure you look for ones that say are BOMR or BOMR compatible for the best results!

Really good beginner furry heads that have great animation quality and accessible prices are the Happy Paw heads! The link to the Happy Paw store is here:

https: //marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/175788 These heads often have a ton of textures made for them, and you also get a developer’s kit with the purchase of them! I use these heads a lot.

Another good store is Anima, though it recently disbanded. Their products are still available on the marketplace and are good if you want a less toony and more oddball looking furry, the prices are a bit higher but they are also pretty easy to custom make textures for too! And like Happy Paw, a lot of mods are available on the marketplace for them!

https: //marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/244580 Here’s the store link for Anima!

HUMAN/HUMAN ADJACENT STUFF:

You can still use the Regalia bodies for people, but Regalia tends to be more specialized by the community in furry texturing, so finding human skins will be harder if you don’t make your own. There are a LOT of human bodies to choose from, and usually I say the best thing to go with are the ones with a ton of mods for on the marketplace so it is easiest to shop. The ones I use are Belleza Jake and eBody Reborn.

Belleza Jake usually goes on sale pretty regularly while eBody is kind of a fancier body model and costs more LOL it is so pricey to be an up to date human model in second life. Ugh okay I’m like writing this whilst looking at the second life marketplace right now and for whatever reason I literally cannot find the belleza jake bodies. -_- I’ll keep you posted if I can find a link to it because that’s annoying idk why SL does this sometimes. 

The body I use aside from jake is the eBody Reborn, and the downside to that is they only allow like, known store owners to get the texture kits from the eBody Reborn if you want to make it, for that you’ll just have to go to the eBody inworld store to get it LMAO it’s pretty pricey though, I got it because it is kind of on sale right now but it’s still probably about ~10usd. There is literally so many mods for it on the marketplace though. I use it because literally everyone and their dog has stuff on sale that’ll usually fit the ebody and it’s perfect if you want to have a billion fun outfits.

ANOTHER downside to the ebody is that the ass is so big, you have to find a good deformer that’ll fit it if you want to make a smaller body that doesn’t have a huge ass. Second Life creators are usually all insanely horny!

HEADS I KNOW OF AND/OR USE: 

https: //marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/101160 Raven Bell is what I use for my people avatars, and here is the whole store since it also sells hair that usually is pretty good too! The heads are about 2,000L and more expensive than the furry body entirely though… but! I have wound up using it a ton to make other avatars. There’s an older model of head they have that they no longer support though since it’s old that still has more mods than their more recent stuff from other developers, hilariously enough. If you don’t care for all the fancy new animations you can go to their inworld store and get the old head.

https: //marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/210372 This store has two free anime styled heads that are better than most the anime heads you’ll run into on the marketplace purely because it’s free to use and there’s a texture and developer kit that comes with it. I think it was ripped directly from that pixiv free to use avatar? It’ll say it’s one linden on the marketplace but if you go to their inworld store you can get it free of charge. 

Some hair stores that are typically unrigged and can fit most heads with minimal editing (just stretch/rotate/reposition to fit):

https: //marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/167897 This one has some genshin impact hairstyles LOL

https: //marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/68045 this one by far has a TON of random hairs that I use.

Overall, with human avatars it’s much more vast and hinges on what you’re looking to make. Let me know if you or anyone else has any further questions! I usually know a few stores off the bat that can fit specific looks people are going for haha

[thisisnotthenerd]

got a little too bored today and started tallying up d20 cast appearances for the intrepid heroes (and brennan). this is only off of the top of my head so if i forget something don't get on me about it.

Intrepid Heroes D20 Cast Appearances, including sidequests (and BLeeM), ranked from highest to lowest:

Brennan Lee Mulligan with a total of 17/19 seasons that he has appeared in; dm/gming for 14 of those seasons. 7 of those are main cast/intrepid heroes, so assume they each have a baseline of seven.

next up is mister Lou Wilson, with a total of 10 seasons; 3 sidequests, all with guest gms. the man is a combination of dnd knowledge and commit to the bit. great with any season, but has always sidequested with brennan.

tied at nine, we have zac oyama and ally beardsley; ally featured heavily in 2021 sidequests while zac has been more recent in '22 and '23.

tied at eight we have the lovely ladies emily axford and siobhan thompson! i'm so glad siobhan has joined the ranks of intrepid heroes in sidequests, it feels like they just have a lot of fun on the shorter runs.

and in last place, mr brian 'murph' murphy. i know he's busy with naddpod but only intrepid heroes seasons? 7/19? please come on a sidequest my guy. i promise it's fun.

halfway through this process i've decided that guests are also being included now.

Guest Cast D20 Appearances, ranked from highest to lowest:

at the top of the guest list, the effervescent aabria iyengar, with 5/12 sidequest seasons! 2 seasons of gming, 3 seasons as a player, all 3 of which are in established d20 worlds e.g. spyre and calorum. assuming we have an intrepid heroes season coming up at some point in the future, murph can get a bit of a lead, but if aabria's coming on to guest more there's a very real potential that she will outcompete him. i look forward to the day.

next up: erika ishii with 4 seasons. they came on in the first sidequest and have had a steady stream of appearances since. always some kind of mage--tends towards druids/nature magic. 2/3 of her dnd appearances have been druids with an eye for creepy crawlies and the darker side of nature. he's got an aesthetic that he sticks to, and i admire that. real commitment, and not just to the bit.

tied with three we have rekha shankar and matthew mercer. ooh four-syllable names. sorry i got distracted. anyway. very excited to see rekha in desiquest, though she's a fantastic player on d20. big swings, fun character choices, a good balance of support for narrative and spotlight. and then we have matt--one season gming, but for the seasons he's played? some truly cringefail guys who learn to believe in themselves and break out of their personal depression to deliver an asskicking in their finale episode. man likes his themes.

now for the team of two (not the 2 crew) in chronological order of first appearance: mike trapp, ify nwadiwe, lily du, carlos luna, danielle radford, and izzy roland. just enough to make an average d20 table! i'm getting my fill of trapp and danielle in the current season, but seeing a table of these players together? it has potential.

and for the full list of one time appearances on d20 in chronological order of first appearance (only full seasons, not including oneshots atm):

amy vorpahl

justin mcelroy

clint mcelroy

jessica ross

griffin mcelroy

travis mcelroy

marisha ray

krystina arielle

b. dave walters

katie marovitch

sam reich

raphael chestang

grant o'brien

becca scott

persephone valentine

gabe hicks (gm!)

dani fernandez

jasmine bhullar (gm!)

omar najam

oscar montoya

surena marie

anjali bhimani

monét x change

alaska thunderfuck

bob the drag queen

jujubee

alex song-xia

freddie wong

hank green

i've devoted entirely too much thought to this. and i still have more thoughts. too many thoughts and not enough time. can't wait to see who comes on in the future! don't know if i'll edit this or make a new one. probably just edit this.

[chuplayswithfire]

what kills me about ed and izzy's dynamic is that ed, for whatever reason, genuinely, clearly likes izzy. enough to want to keep him around. enough to care about his opinion on things that matter. enough to let him insult him to his face and leave him hanging.

but it really does't seem like izzy likes edward, the person, at all. he likes bits and bobs of him, likes his worksona, but he doesn't seem to like him, or the things that make him him, at all. not his eccentricities, not his weirdness, his softness, none of it. izzy may be in love with ed, but he he sure doesn't seem to like him.

which is why its sad, to me, that ed clearly likes izzy, enough to take all his shit. he doesn't love him the way izzy might want to be loved, but he likes him, or he liked him once and doesnt let him go out of leftover fondness.

i don't think they've ever been friends, real and proper and good *friends*, and i wonder how much of that is because izzy genuinely doesn't like the things that make ed a person.

[flashnthunder]

Miscellaneous tag game

@grumpy-liebgott and @sharkboyandlavalieb tagged me <333 and i am of course a million years late

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

inside the us i would say maine, i love the ocean/forest combo it's got going on

Something you’re proud of yourself for?

coauthoring several medical research papers as an undergrad, which is like my one and only flex and it's a nerdy one

Favorite books?

new hampshire- robert frost, the art of being human- michael wesch, ajax- sophocles (yes, only one of these is technically a book ik)

Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?

it might be cheesy to say music, but music and my friends <3

Favorite thing about your culture?

from the midwest US (so there's not that much), but i was raised very much in borderline appalachia and the older i've gotten the more i've come to appreciate that as part of how i was raised, so i would say quilting! i was taught to quilt by the women in my family and i still cherish the connection to them through that

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?

band of brothers in 8th grade, my history teacher would play it for us and i'm pretty sure he used it in place of actually teaching but he was a real one and also a drill sergeant so i don't think anyone argued with his methods

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?

have NOT read any BoB books, but i have read most of the ones that inspired the pacific + a shit ton of pacific memoirs in general

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?

lip and luz with the dud shell, bull watching out for the younger replacements, the officers in the eagle's nest, and just in general all of episode 8

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

band of brothers, top gun, the pacific (hypothetically), mota now it looks like, way back to my roots would be star trek and also whatever was going on with bandoms in hs that is a dark time

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?

oooh idk it changes, but last year i was on an ethan hawke kick- 'adopt a highway' and 'first reformed' are two he's good in (obligatory dead poets society mention ofc)

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." - sarah williams

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

so bad at fun facts uhhh. uh. i am double-jointed in my hands.

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?

i have NEVER had a beta reader and i am simply too scared to ask how it works because i'm not sure anyone should have to be subjected to my writing process but!! always willing to give a new thing a shot

Three things that make you smile?

my dog when she stretches in the sun, swimming in a creek in the summer, sitting in the car with my best friend while it rains

Any nicknames you like?

izzy! i have liked it well enough to all but legally make it my real name, other than that izzy-maye from people i'm close with, or iz/izzers when people are in a hurry

List some people you love to see around on tumblr!

@andromeddog art makes me go feral, @mutantmanifesto killer art that is living rent-free in my mind, @ewipandora MWAH you already know you make my day better on here, @onehelluvamarine has me kicking my feet giggling when they're in my notifs, @terresdebrume lovely writing <3

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

foolproof 3 step plan, ready for it? 1- find a good ditch 2- lay down in the ditch 3- just let it happen

idealistically i think i could go chill in the woods for a semi-significant period of time and be alright

Favorite movie?

logan's run (comfort movie, questionable 70s sci-fi), the hunt for red october (always feeling very big feelings on this), arrival, apocalypse now, fury, dead poets society, alexander (like the 4 hours version because im insufferable like that) the old star trek movies

Do you like horror movies?

i love horror movies WITH people you will not catch me watching them on my own, but 100% love love getting to sit on someone's couch and watch one

Tagging:

(no pressure and apologies for any double tagging) @ewipandora @blood-mocha-latte @deputy-buck @lamialamia @blurredcolour @saturnwisteria @staud + anyone i tagged in my answers and forgot to tag down here, or anyone who just wants to do it :)

[run-me-through-but-not-like-that]

THAT LAST STORY WAS 🔥🔥🔥. Your writing is amazing. If your comfortable writing more NSFW. I’d love to see a scenario where Izzy has a kink for seeing his s/o in leather. Maybe his partner decides to indulge him?

Izzy Hands Liking to see his S/O in Leather (NSFW):

The first time he had said it, that he thought you'd suit the full leather look of Blackbeard's crew, you hadn't thought much of it. You thought that it was just Izzy's preferred aesthetic, that he would like you to adopt it to some extent, or even that he wanted you to dress as what he deemed to be a 'proper pirate'. It had been an offhand comment, so you didn't think too deeply about it.

However, when he kept mentioning, no matter how casually, you began to think there was something else going on. Either way, you didn't the harm in indulging your partners preference. It just worked out better than you thought it would.

When the Revenge stopped at a port to restock, you took the opportunity to sneak off into two. You had taken Fang with you, to get his advice on your new apparel. The two of you had a great time picking out the best leather pieces, Fang ordering you to spin as he decided whether it suited you or not.

By the time you returned to the Revenge, you were already wearing your new outfit. The crew was getting some shore leave this evening and you thought maybe you and Izzy could go out, take your new look out on the two. You wouldn't be getting that far, you just didn't know it yet.

You received a few compliments as you sauntered around the deck, Fang showing off his choices. Lucius had complained that Izzy was having too much of an influence on you but still praised you and Fang for your choices. He thought you looked hot. Black Pete thought you looked like a real badass pirate and was considering asking Fang for his assistance too.

"What are you twats gossiping-" Izzy cut off his own rant when you turned to face him. He hadn't even recognised you in the leather, it was so different to your normal look. He just your usual attire like the back of his hand. This was different. And it was fucking amazing.

"What do you think, Iz?" you asked, giving him a small spin to give him a better look.

"Uh, yeah...yeah, looks good," he nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

"You okay?" you frowned. He was looking you up and down approvingly but something seemed off...almost as if he was nervous.

Lucius snickered beside you, "oh, I think he's more than okay."

"Fuck off, Spriggs," Izzy hissed, letting you know it was your time to step in.

"Okay, no murder and no maiming. It's their day off," you chastised fondly, placing your hands on his shoulders and getting his attention back onto you.

"You got all this today?" Izzy asked, looking you up and down again with an intense gaze.

"Yep! You said I should try dressing like a proper member of Blackbeard's crew, so I gave it a shot. Did I choose well?" you released his shoulders, gesturing towards your clothing.

Leather wasn't the most comfortable choice of attire, especially in the middle of the Caribbean, but the way Izzy was looking at you was completely worth it.

"Chose fucking brilliantly," he complimented, still eyeing the fitted leather.

The leather pants similar to his own and Edward's, treated boots, leather jacket, and leather gloves on each hand. He had conjured up a similar image of you many times but nothing compared to the real thing, how fucking good you looked in it.

"Yeah, I'd say so," Lucius agreed approvingly.

"Fuck off," Izzy growled, his glare shooting up to Lucius defensively.

You gave Lucius a small smile over your shoulder before giving the trio a little nod. They took the hint and the three of them left, likely heading for some sort of tavern in town.

Once you were alone, you turned back to Izzy and slipped your arms around him, pressing yourself close. "Oh..." your eyes widened slightly, feeling something press against your hip. "So...that's why you wanted me to try the leather look out?" you smirked knowingly.

"Fuck off," he might have been more convincing if he wasn't clutching you by the waist.

"I'd rather fuck you," you teased, hovering your mouth over his.

Izzy let out a shaky breath, all pretence of resistance disappearing in an instant. As he lent in, chasing your lips, you pulled back to remain just out of reach. You loved when he got like this. So fucking sweet.

"Fuck, Iz. I was going to wine and dine you and everything," you hummed, running your gloved fingers through his hair.

"Fuck wining and dining, we have the ship to ourselves," he reminded you. Bonnet couldn't be convinced in having somebody keep watch, Izzy had been furious about it, now he was grateful. Fuck the ship.

You smiled brightly at that, his intentions clear. Taking Izzy's hand in yours, you tugged him down to his cabin.

As soon as you were in the cabin and had the door closed, Izzy was on you. His mouth slotted against yours, hands restless. Feeling up your hips, waist, chest, and back down again. Feeling how the leather fit on you, unable to get enough.

You couldn't help but chuckle a little into the kiss before returning it with equal eagerness, one hand cupping the side of his neck while the other was buried in his hair, tugging on the strands in the way you knew he liked so much.

Izzy tore his mouth away from yours, attaching his lips to your neck. Teeth grazing your flesh, bound to suck marks against your neck.

"If this was the reason you wanted me to try on some leather, you should have just said. Would have done it much sooner," you sighed, tilting your head to the side to allow him better access.

You let him indulge himself a little longer, feeling surprisingly fond when you felt him rut against your thigh, probably without even realising it. When he bit into your neck a little rougher than he usually might, you got the hint, it was time to give him what he really wanted.

Your hand slid up the back of his head, fingers carding through his hair. You curled them, gripping and tugging, forcing his head backwards and away from you.

"You're not going to tell me that you set the dress code for Blackbeard's crew, are you?" you asked, your smirk edging towards cruel. "Make everyone walk around in leather just for your satisfaction? You little pervert," you taunted, tightening your hold on his hair, pulling a soft little whine from him.

"More difficult to cut through than cotton, we thought of it together," Izzy explained honestly. "None of them looked like you in it." That, you believed. You certainly hadn't caught Izzy eyeing Ivan or Fang the way he looked at you when he first saw you.

As if to reward him for his honesty, you pulled him in for another kiss. Of course, he responded immediately, melting into your touch.

You weren't too used to wearing gloves so you fumbled a little with the buttons of Izzy's waistcoat but you managed. Managed to get it undone and pull it off of him.

The buttons of his shirt were smaller, frustratingly, harder to grasp with your thick gloves. You just made sure to distract him by biting at his bottom lip, earning a moan from him, as you worked on getting his shirt open.

You might have popped the bottom two buttons off instead of opening them but neither of you could bring yourself to care. You tugged the material down his arms, forcing his hands off of you as he removed it. As soon as the shirt was off, his hands were gripping at you again.

"I think I've been helpful enough, think you can manage the rest," you nipped at his bottom lip before pulling away. "Undress for me, love," you ordered sweetly before pushing him away.

Izzy nodded, toeing off his boots as he unfastened his pants. "Slow down, what's your hurry?" you asked teasingly, knowing you were only riling him up more.

Trying to act unaffected, you lent back against his deck, ankles crossed casually and arms crossed over your chest. You watched him with an air of authority, as if scrutinising and assessing him as he finished undressing for you.

You couldn't help but grin, letting your gaze wander over his body as Izzy finally took naked in front of you. "You want me to undress?" you asked, deciding that you were happy to play into whatever fantasy he had today.

"For once, fucking keep it on," Izzy pleaded roughly, making you laugh a little. That was a rare request.

Pushing yourself away from the desk, you stepped over to him, hands resting against his waist. He sighed, a small shiver running down his spine, as you caressed up his body. You spread your hands out over his chest, smiling at the little moan he made when your leather covered thumbs brushed over his nipples.

With a smile, you pushed against his chest, causing him to stumble back and the back of his legs to hit his cot. "Sit for me, love." He did so instantly.

You stood over him, between his parted legs, while he looked up at you. Eyes dark with lust, filled with want and admiration.

Cupping his jaw in your hand, you ran a thumb over the seam of his lips. As you toyed with his bottom lip, swollen from your kissing and nipping, Izzy stuck his tongue out, licking up the new leather. The earthy taste lingering on his tongue.

You grinned before slipping two fingers into his mouth. He welcomed them in obediently, whimpering as you pushed down on his tongue. With one raise of the eyebrow from you, he wrapped his lips around the leather clad digits, sucking and licking shamelessly.

Izzy looked wonderful like this, his face flushed, lips red and swollen as he sucked on your fingers. His tongue swirled around the digits before slipping between them, the familiar earthy taste filling his mouth, all without breaking eye contact. Staring up at you through the lashes of his hooded eyes. So gorgeous.

You lent down, pressing a kiss to his forehead, before slipping your fingers out of his mouth. Watching as he hollowed his cheeks around them before they were gone.

You held your gloved palm out, index and middle finger still coated in saliva.

"Spit."

You caught Izzy's shiver before he lent over, still peering up at you as he spat into your palm.

You held his gaze purposely as you dipped your hand down, not hesitating in curling your fingers around him. Izzy let out a groan as he gripped at his mattress, eyes fluttering shut and lips parting.

"You look so good like this, Iz," you praised, working up hand ruthlessly.

One of Izzy's hands shot up, clutching at your hip. You shifted closer, resting your knee on the cot beside his thigh, your free hand tangling in his hair. Izzy's hand tightened on your hip, fingers digging into the leather, nails leaving little crescent marks behind.

You could feel Izzy twitching in your hand and you knew that he was already close. He must have been thinking about this for longer than you even realised.

"Close already, sweetheart?" there was no mocking in your voice, the question was sincere. Izzy screwed his eyes shut, nodding as he lent his forehead against your shoulder. "It's alright, come on, I've got you."

As if on command, Izzy's hips jerked up from the mattress, finishing over your hand.

After helping him through his high, you removed your hand from him, knowing he could get oversensitive pretty easily. Izzy's forehead remained pressed against your shoulder as his breathing calmed down. Carefully, you removed the gloves, placing them down.

Your, now bare, hands caressed over his body. Hands gliding up his arms and over his back, smiling when he sighed and melted further into you.

"I've got you," you cooed as you cupped his face, tenderly stroking your thumbs over his cheeks.

He chuckled a little as you lifted his head away from your shoulder, smiling down at him. He smiled up at you, his blissed out expression still present.

"Did it live up to your fantasies?" you asked, still caressing his cheek with one hand and using the other to push his hair back out of his face.

"You're fucking fantastic," Izzy praised, turning his face just enough to press a kiss to your bare palm. "And you are not getting rid of these fucking clothes," he added, making you laugh.

"I promise, love." After that, you were definitely not getting rid of these clothes. There was much more to explore. "But now will you let me get you some dinner?" you asked. You really had hoped that you would be able to go into town with your boyfriend.

"It's pretty normal for us to do things the wrong way around," Izzy mused but nodded into your palm.

"Damn right it is. But now you're spent, I bet you're hungry though," you tried to tempt him, knowing it wouldn't take much.

But then Izzy began to come back to his sense. He frowned a little, giving you another look over. "What about you?" he asked, always wanting to please.

"Oh don't you worry about that, this is your treat," you insisted. There would be plenty of time for that later on. "So...date night?" you raised an eyebrow.

"Fucking hell. Yes, you can buy me some dinner, just let me get dressed," he huffed as if it was an effort, but you caught his smile.

You laughed as you stood up properly again, helping him up from the cot. You took the time to cool down as Izzy quickly washed up and redressed.

"Should I change?" you asked as he fixed his hair, slicking it back into its usual style.

"Fuck no. Put the gloves back on," Izzy demanded with a huff, making you laugh again.

You didn't argue, doing as he said. Putting the clean one on first before carefully tugging on the soiled glove.

"They're going to need some cleaning," you observed, catching Izzy's blush as he turned to face you. "You gonna clean up your mess, Iz?" you teased, holding your hand out towards him.

Izzy chewed on the inside of his cheek, looking between your face and the stained glove you wore. You were about to assure him that he didn't have too, obviously you could just wash it in the basin, but before you could speak Izzy had gently grasped your wrist.

You watched carefully as he slowly brought it up to his face. You continued to watch, in absolute awe, as he licked the glove clean, making sure to hold your gaze. You couldn't help but groan at the sight.

"Fuck, Iz, you're so fucking hot," you told him breathlessly before tugging him into a hungry kiss, not caring about the taste that lingers on his tongue. Breaking away from him, you looked at him with nothing but love. "Ready?"

Izzy nodded, sneaking another quick kiss, before letting you take his hand and lead him out of the cabin. Yeah, you were going to buy him a real nice dinner tonight.