#ALSO also. what's the earring on the other side?? it kinda looks like a fishing hook?? or is it just Shape

[sea-jello]

hong kong miku,,,

[kkujo]

JOJOLANDS

[rafeandonlyrafe]

favorite girl to see

words: 700

warnings: implied sex, cart girl!reader, soft!rafe, fluffy

“hey boys.” you grin as you greet them all, but your eye is on one boy in particular.

“there's my favorite girl to see.” rafe smiles, quickly putting his putter back in his golf bag.

you roll your eyes despite your cheeks blushing. “you just like me because i bring you drinks.”

“nope.” rafe shakes his head, walking closer to you as you stay sat in the cart, worried your knees would buckle if you tried to stand up with his full attention on you. “otherwise id say that to all the cart girls.”

“mmm, and you don't?” you raise your eyebrows.

“absolutely not.” rafe scoffs like it's a ridiculous notion.

“what'll it be for you today?” you ask rafe, standing carefully and rounding the golf cart to the drinks area, opening up the cooler, expecting to grab him a high noon or white claw like usual.

“just a water, actually.” rafe turns to look at his friend he's golfing with. you don't even glance away from rafes perfectly chiseled features. “anything for you top?”

“im good.”

“one water it is.” you dig out a bottle from the melting ice, taking a towel and drying off the sides so you don't have a wet drink to rafe.

“so kind.” he coos, reaching into his wallet.

“rafe-” you sigh, already knowing what is coming as he pulls out a hundred dollar bill.

“nope.” rafe says, stuffing the bill into your hand. “take it. a tip for my favorite girl to see.”

“the water is like five bucks, this is a ridiculous tip.” you state, always trying to argue against the way rafe tips you, knowing you'll end up conceding and taking it. 

“well, if it makes you feel better about it, there is something else you can do for me.”

“hm?” you question as rafe pulls out his phone, taps a few buttons, and then hands it to you.

“put your number in.”

-- 6 months later --

you look around the golf course, having taken a later shift instead of the early one you're used to. you're getting out on the green much later than normal, trying to spot your regulars, one in particular.

you put your cart into drive the moment you see him, skipping by any other groups who may be trying to buy something. you'll loop back later to get their orders, but your sole focus is on one man.

“rafe.” you hop out your cart, giving a quick look around before jumping into his open arms, knowing while employee member relationships are technically against the rules, rafe could pull a few strings if anyone ever tattled on you.

“my girl.” rafes smile is infectious, especially as his hands drop down to squeeze your ass over your skirt, pulling your hips right up against his. “you're here late.”

“let's just say someone kept me up late last night.” you giggle, pressing a kiss to rafes lips, knowing he's the reason you had to switch shifts this morning.

rafe deepens the kiss, one hand coming to the back of your neck to keep you close as his mouth covers yours, lips and tongue gliding against each other.

“babe-” you sigh, pulling away.

“yeah, i know.” rafe steps away, knowing you only allow so much pda when you're at work.

it's one of the reasons rafe tried to convince you to quit many times, insisting you didn't need to work now that you had him, but you like picking up a few hours every week.

“what can i get you?” you ask, taking his hand in yours and tugging him towards the cart.

“another kiss.” rafe smiles. you roll your eyes and press a quick peck to his lips.

“and to drink?”

“gatorade, i guess.” rafe shrugs. “im also kinda tired from last night.”

you don't miss the wink that he gives you as you fish out his drink.

rafe grabs his wallet from his back pocket as you let out a groan, knowing what is to come, his tipping habits not changing one bit despite being together.

“what?” rafe says, handing you the large bill, knowing he'll take you shopping later to spend it. “i want to make sure you give better service to me than any of these old bastards.”

“speaking of service-” you get on your tiptoes and whisper into rafes ear. “meet me in the employee break room in 30?”

sfw tags: @winterrrnight @bejeweledreverie @ladyinbl00d @ethanthequeefqueen @drewsephrry

[gatorbites-imagines]

can i request for power bottom Butcher (the boys) overstimulating subtop male reader until he's basically crying and shaking? :3 bonus points if reader has powers (but is not a sup)

Billy Butcher x Supe male reader

Ficlet

This lit something in my brain, but I am also tired, so the writing might be kinda messy. I didn’t have any specific powers in mind, but spiderman was in the back of my mind, so kinda based off that.

It’s been hard to get in the smut writing mood for a while, so im tryna dip my toes back into it. Hopefully it’s still good even though I’m rusty.

not proofread 🤞

The motel room was hot and humid, sweat running down the side of your forehead and into your hairline. You could taste the salt whenever you licked your lips, the dingy mattress under you soaked from all the sweat and other bodily fluids that had left not only you but Butcher as well.

The yellowed sheets were streaked with dirt from his heavy boots as he crouched above you, your chest shuddering as his strong hands grasped tightly at your calves. If it wasn’t for your healing factor, dark bruises would have dug into them a while ago, but they faded as soon as Butcher left them on you, making him grumble something about supes and their stupid powers.

You were the only one naked out of the two of you, body glistening in what little light passed in through the blinds, your hair a mess and eyes wet from unshed tears. Butcher had only kicked off his pants, even dragging them down and off, leaving his boots on before he had clambered up onto the bed and shoved your legs up by the knees.

Amazon position, you think it was called, something you had only seen online once or twice. But here was Butcher, smirking down at you as you grip at the sheets, tearing the cheap covers like tissue paper as you panted and moaned. There was something feral in his eyes as you tried to hump up into him, but the way he held your legs and pressed his weight down on you made it almost impossible, even with your super strength.

“B-Butch” you pant out, eyes blinking up a storm as you try to find the words, tongue feeling thick and useless, leaving you floundering like a fish out of water. You two had been going for hours, or rather, Butcher would push and pull at you, put his mouth on you, or jerk you till you were almost there. But then he would pull back, patting you on the head and telling you “Be good” before doing something else.

It could be anything from scrolling through the few channels on the cheap motel tv, to him going out to smoke a cigarette, or leaving to just wander the area or going to the store. The last one he had done before he came back to climb on top of you as he was now, his sturdy body bearing down on you so deliciously.

You were so close, close enough that it made you feel like you were about to cry. Something Butcher could easily tell, if the growing predatory smirk on his face meant anything. A warbled cry left you as he pulled up and off you again, a slick wet noise sounding as his hole pulled off your cock. You didn’t need to look to know that your length was a deep pained color, your balls so full and heavy that they felt almost as tortured as your cock.

Butcher laughed, voice heavy and dominant in the way that made your brain feel like mush melting out of your ears. Your bottom lip drew up and wobbled as you tried hard not to beg or cry, vision growing so blurry with tears even as Butcher’s hand reached down and patted your cheek. “Come on pup, you can take it, can’t ya?” he laughed, his voice so deliciously taunting and cruel that it made you throb, precum pouring out of your slit and down your sensitive aching shaft.

“Ya wanna be good for me, I know you do. My little supe” Butcher purred, leaning down just enough to ghost a kiss against the crown of your head. His satisfied tone made the tears spill over, a shaky sob leaving your chest as you dug your fingers into the mattress, a loud rip ringing out throughout the motel room.

The tsk that left Butcher made your heart ache, another pitiful pained sob leaving you. But this time it was not from the gut aching need to cum, but the very idea that you might have disappointed him. As his hand cradled your face more surely, you couldn’t help but nuzzle into it, kissing at his callused palm as you whimper out broken slurred apologies.

The silence felt heavy and loaded, but in the end, Butcher just sighed like one would sigh if they found out their pet had chewed up the carpet. “Can’t expect a supe like you to control himself. But ya did good enough, good boy” he rumbled out. And before you knew it, that tight wet heat was swallowing up your cock once more, punching the breath out of your chest as you keened, lost for words as Butcher started riding you like he was punishing you.

“come on boy, cum for me, show me what a supe like you has to offer” he growled out in that hot purred way, his weight slamming down on you as he worked his knees. You felt dizzy, sweat pouring off your body as you gasped and let out noises closer to a bark than a moan, the noise punched out of you every time his weight fell on your own.

It was almost enough, but there was something missing, even Butcher seemed to realize this. So, as you cried out tears of edging and sensitivity, Butchers strong hand grasped your chin, pressing his thumb and fingers into your jaw to make it unhinge and hang open. Your vision cleared up just enough to see him purse his lips, and watch as he spat into your mouth.

You couldn’t even tell if his spit had hit your tongue before you came, a noise coming from deep inside your chest as your entire body shook, jolts and quivers rushing through you as your entire lower body burned. It felt like you were underwater, his deep voice nothing more than a pleasant hum as he presumably praised you, his body pressing down on yours more insistently until you could only imagine he had finished too.

You felt like a well loved toy when he rose up off of you, standing on the ruined torn mattress as you spread out like an unfolded piece of paper, silent tears still running down your cheeks as you shivered from the aftershocks. A shaky whimper left you as you sensed Butcher getting off the bed and leaving to somewhere, but he was back before you could start crawling out of that blurry but pleasant spot you were in.

Butcher pressed kisses to your sweaty hair as he wiped you down, his voice low as he rumbled more praise and words of affirmation, even though he knew you couldn’t fully register what he was saying yet. His beard tickled as the kisses traveled down to your cheek, before they pressed against your own, Butcher leaving a sweet lingering kiss on your bitten lips.

Easily Butcher picked you up, moving you to the second bed of the motel room. There was no saving of the torn monstrosity that had been the bed he had played with you on all day, with the large rips and the stuffing spilling out. Hed remember to leave extra cash for it when you two left.

With a sigh Butcher shrugged off the rest of his clothes, crawling into bed beside you, letting you melt into his hairy chest as Butcher scrolled through the few channels on the tv. He settled on some Spanish telenovela, a loving huff leaving him as he felt your hands sticking to his chest as you lost grip of your powers. With a last kiss to the top of your head, Butcher settled back, letting you take all the time you needed to come back to earth. After that, he would get some food and drink in you, and a shower, you both needed that.

[rebelfell]

bells will be ringing

crush!steve harrington x fem!reader x fwb!eddie munson

The annual Harrington Christmas Party is an elegant affair, complete with decorations, fancy food and flowing libations. But when your friend-slash-fuck buddy Eddie tires of you and Steve dancing around your burgeoning feelings for one another…he offers a creative solution.

Part One│Part Two

18+, MDNI 8k

cw: MMF, allusions to poverty and implied family strife, light alcohol and weed use, kinda mean/crass Eddie, semi-public fingering/oral (f receiving), r’s hair gets pulled once.

The Harrington’s were white light people.

There wasn’t a single inch of their stately home not adorned in festive finery for their annual Christmas party. It was all silver candlesticks with cream-colored tapers, deep red ribbons tied into bows and hung at perfectly spaced intervals, long garlands of rich greenery draped along the banisters—real as shit and smelling like a goddamn pine forest.

It was a far cry from what you and Eddie knew growing up next door to one another way on the other side of town. For you two, it was scrawny and half-dead trees purchased at a discount as close to Christmas as possible when their vendors were just trying to unload them, covered in a hodgepodge of homemade ornaments and faded multicolored lights, only about half of which worked half the time. When your families could afford a tree, that was.

The Harringtons’ own stood at the far end of the house, glowing bright as a nuclear reactor with seemingly endless strands of bright white lights wound around its branches. It was methodically decorated with matching red, silver and gold baubles, each one hung precisely in place and polished to gleaming perfection. 

Elegant. Proper. Pristine.

The party was already well underway by the time you arrived, Steve nowhere to be found in the sea of people. They all stood together in clumps, exchanging jovial smiles that pushed up rosy cheeks, the women cooing over each other's outfits and jewelry while the men swapped stories about their quarterly earnings. Weaving through the throngs, cater waiters floated past carrying trays loaded with hors d’oeuvres and tall glasses of shimmery, bubbly liquid.

It made you and Eddie glance around, furtive and unsure as you skulked into the foyer. The two of you might as well have been invisible for all the attention anyone paid you.

“See Steve anywhere?” you asked, peering deeper inside the house.

The former stud of Hawkins High had always been easy to spot in the hallways of his former domain, seemingly towering over everyone even after he stopped sporting that gravity-defying bouffant hairstyle. Those days were long gone now, but an occasional glimmer of his old self would still shine through, reminding you of when King Steve reigned supreme.

“Nope, nowhere,” Eddie grumbled. “I told you this was a mistake.”

His warm breath on your ear as he leaned in to whisper in it had your head snapping to the  side. Some of the snow that had just started to fall outside dusted his dark, unruly curls and he still had his hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket, as though he wanted to be ready to turn heel and run at the first opportunity. You’d seen him look more relaxed about to shoplift.

“What do you mean?” 

“Look around, sweetheart. See if you can spot what doesn’t belong.”

It was kind of irritating how right he was. Everyone else in attendance tonight looked perfectly at home in this pretty picture. It was all business partners and their wives, clients who probably made more in a year than you or Eddie would hope to see in your entire lifetime, other miscellaneous friends and fellow members of the Hawkins upper echelon.

To call you fish out of water would be putting it lightly. You were like fish on a space station.

“What were we supposed to do?” you whispered back. “We had to come.”

That was debatable. Steve had invited you, yes, but he also practically tripped over himself to assure you it was totally fine if you couldn’t make it. He’d sat on the edge of Eddie’s sofa running through all his most blatant tells—hands pushing through his hair, thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose, foot jiggling non-stop—as he told you about the party.

“It’s all my parents' friends, so it might be kind of lame. But I’m allowed to invite people if you guys want to come. It’d be really great to see you.”

He’d worked himself up into such a state, it almost felt cruel to say no. You weren’t sure what it was—something about the earnestness with which he asked, and the way his eyes shone so hopefully when you smiled and told him you thought it sounded like fun.

Eddie’s gruff voice sounded in your ear again.

“Think we’re just here to piss off daddy?”

You followed his eyeline to the living room, gaze promptly drawn to the imposing frame of John Harrington as he reached out to grip the hand of someone important. Or at least someone who seemed to think they were. Even never having seen or met him before, he was easy to pick out as Steve’s father. They had the same square jaw, the same perfectly angled nose and rich, light brown hair. Although, John’s was cut shorter and tamed into a much more manageable style than his son’s long locks that lived in a near-constant state of tousled messiness.

“Steve wouldn’t do that,” you said firmly. “He asked us to come because we’re his friends.”

The words still felt strange to say. It made you wonder, yet again, if it would ever stop feeling so surreal that you now hung out with Steve “The Hair” Harrington on an almost daily basis.

When you were in school together, you never even landed on his radar. Eddie had some notoriety as the town’s supposed demon summoner, but you were just…around. A plain face that blended into the crowd; a background extra with no lines in the scene; wallpaper and set dressing for the popular kids who were living out their exemplary lives.

If this was only a few years prior, he probably would be spending this evening sneaking drinks with Tommy H. and Carol, or parading around with Nancy Wheeler on his arm to show her off to all his dad’s colleagues and brag about her getting into Emerson. Instead, his falling out with all of them and his subsequent fall from his high-school throne had led him here—to an unlikely friendship with The Freak and The Invisible Girl.

Whenever he came over to Eddie’s to smoke, or you three piled into his car to go to the movies or drive the winding back roads that snaked along the edge of town, it almost felt natural. And the more time you spent with him, the harder and harder it became to remember why he’d always seemed so…untouchable.

“So, what should we do?” You wondered aloud as you glanced around again, still hoping Steve might materialize somehow. Behind you, Eddie’s head shook and his shoulders shrugged.

“How should I know? You were the one begging to come tonight.”

“I wasn’t begging.”

“Oh, really?” He scoffed as he leaned in close again, raising the pitch of his voice in an overly breathy imitation of you. “Please, Eddie? Please, can we go to the party? I’ll let you eat me out from the back if you—”

“Stifle,” you hissed, jamming your elbow into his stomach.

He grunted at the sharp jab, but his lips remained curled in a sly smirk. “What’s wrong? Worried your little crush will find out what I’ve been doing to you after he goes home?”

“I don’t care if he knows,” you sniped. It’s almost convincing, but the flash of alarm in your eyes told a different story. Not that it mattered, Eddie didn’t buy it for a second anyway.

“Well, that’s good,” he tutted. “Because he already knows we’ve fucked.”

“Wait, what?” You whirled around fully now. “How?”

“He, ahh…” Eddie fought to contain his grin as he scratched at the short stubble on his cheek. “He saw that picture you let me take.”

Your eyes went wide, both horrified and enraged as you shoved his shoulder—hard. 

“You showed it to him?”

“No, he found it,” Eddie hissed. “We were looking around for some weed I had stashed and he happened to open the drawer it was in.”

Your whole body—your very being—surged with white hot shame. If it wouldn’t have given Eddie so much satisfaction, you might have run straight out of the party right then and there. The thought of Steve seeing you like that…

It was almost unbearable.

The details of you and Eddie’s attachment had always been strictly under wraps. You weren’t exactly keeping it a secret, per se, but most people weren’t super accepting of the idea and you’d learned to play it close to the vest. And with how much time the two of you had started spending with Steve, you didn’t want to risk making him uncomfortable.

It had been going on for ages. Pausing, albeit briefly, if one of you found yourself in a relationship, and picking right back up when said relationship inevitably fizzled or if it tipped into the dangerous territory of getting too serious. He was one of the few people in your life you trusted intrinsically, and it wasn’t like guys were banging down your door as it was.

The picture was a one-time thing—a polaroid you’d let Eddie snap as a belated birthday present because you’d been too busy to find him something real.  You had made him swear upon pain of death it was for his eyes only. And now he’d shown it to the last person on earth you wanted to see it? Oh, you were going to garrotte him with tinsel in his sleep.

Also, Steve wasn’t your crush. He was…a preoccupation. A distraction. A vague interest.

You couldn’t even say for sure when it had begun. All you knew was just last spring, there was a month of Friday evenings where you found yourself back in the Hawkins High parking lot pulled in alongside Steve’s distinctive maroon beemer. He was leaning on the hood, waiting for Hellfire to let out so he could drive home his little horde of nuggets, and you had shown up acting as Eddie’s ride while his van was out of commission.

And that night, for the first time ever, you had a real conversation with Steve Harrington.

A fairly illuminating one, at that.

There was a sweetness to him you never would have guessed was there. And a dorkiness that brought light to his eyes when he did his elaborate handshake with Dustin Henderson, or the way he exalted along with the kids when the group burst through the double doors leading out of the school, whooping and cheering from a successful campaign. It warmed your whole body from the inside out, the feeling only growing stronger the more time you shared.

And now he’d seen your bare tits covered in Eddies cum. Perfect, just perfect.

“You’re such an asshole,” you muttered through gritted teeth. “That’s so humiliating.”

“I don’t know,” Eddie said, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I think he kinda liked it.”

“He…he did?”

“I mean, he was staring at it pretty hard. I think he needed some alone time with it.”

You rolled your eyes and gave his shoulder another shove for good measure, muttering a you're disgusting at him under your breath, hoping it would hide the nerves creeping across your face. Unfortunately, it only seemed to add fuel to Eddie’s fire. He leaned in one last time, his voice a gritty rasp in your ear that made shivers run down your spine.

“So you don’t wanna know what he said, then?”

Tension seized your shoulders as you glared at him, jaw clenched, ready to spit back a vicious comment—or maybe just spit—only to stop short at the sound of a familiar voice.

“Hey, guys! I’m so glad you made it!”

Steve was beaming as he came over, his bright hazel eyes shining, the golden flecks in them brought out by the color of his sweater. He drew you into his embrace, his strong arms curling securely around your body and his gourmand scent filling your nose as you breathed him in.

Your hands smoothed over the planes of his back, relishing in the softness of the knit he wore and the solidity of his broad chest pressed against yours. Your pulse quickened, blood pounding in your ears as you did your level best to force what Eddie had just told you out of your head.

“I’m the coat check tonight,” Steve explained, tipping an imaginary cap. “There’s a guest room upstairs we can put them in.”

“I gotta take a leak,” Eddie said, already shrugging off his leather jacket and pushing it into your arms. “Take care of that for me, will you sweetheart?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, but Eddie just grinned back at you with a suggestive bounce of his brows behind his curled bangs. Steve pointed him in the direction of the bathroom and then turned straight back to you as he tilted his head upstairs.

“Shall we?” he asked.

The sounds of the party became distant and muffled as Steve led you upstairs to the designated dumping ground for all the furs and wraps of the numerous guests. It was dark inside, lit only by the moonlight that streamed through the window and the warm glow of the lights strung on the outside of the house that cast across the heap of coats on the bed.

You laid Eddie’s jacket down on a chair in the corner before you began to undo the belt of your own tied around your waist. As the thick, gray poly-blend slid off your shoulders, you shivered at the cool air hitting your heated skin for the first time that night.

When you turned back around, Steve was much closer than you remembered. 

His eyes studied you with a kind of reverence that made your body tingle with excitement in a way you didn’t dare to name. The way he looked at you sometimes…whether it through a haze of pot smoke in Eddie’s trailer, or in the flickering light of a screen at the multiplex, or beneath the harsh amber wash of a single streetlight in an empty parking lot…

It made you wonder.

“You look really nice,” he finally said, his voice as soft as his eyes.

The dress you’d worn was fairly simple, made of maroon velour with a burnout pattern of leaves you thought looked a bit like holly. It was loose and flowy, but had laces in the back you had pulled tight so it cinched in your waist and pushed up your chest, not unlike a corset. The neckline was just low enough to flirt with impropriety and it nicely complimented the length of the pendant that sat in the center of your clavicle.

A dainty (fake) gold snowflake you thought was festive.

“Thanks,” you replied, your voice even softer than his as you folded your arms in front of your stomach. “I hope it’s okay. I don’t have a lot of nice outfits.”

Steve shook his head, captivated eyes still scanning over you. They landed briefly on your legs, the black stockings you’d worn in an attempt to stave off the cold now prickling warm on your skin as if it was his hands running over them instead of just his gaze.

“You always look perfect,” he said.

It’s not just the words that made you falter, but the plainness with which he states them. As if it’s something obvious. As though he thinks it all the time and he just happened to say it this time. It makes your stomach twirl and all at once, you feel like an empty-headed teenager standing at her locker, dizzy from being complimented by the cutest boy in school.

“So, this is quite a spectacle,” you chuckled, glad for the dimness of the room that somewhat hid your reaction to him. “Are there any poinsettias left in Hawkins?”

Steve smirked and took a careful step forward. There was only about a foot of space between you now, if that. “I think if there were, my mom would already have a guy on it,” he said.

Your eyes met his and you shared a soft laugh. “Well, it’s really beautiful,” you sighed. “It must have taken her ages to do all this.”

“Not really,” Steve chuckled. “She has, like, a whole team that comes in and puts it all together.”

“Oh, right. Of course.” Your gaze dropped and you gave a regretful shake of your head. Rich people stuff, you thought a bit bitterly. No wonder that hadn’t occurred to you. “But…you must decorate the tree together, at least. Right?”

“No, they do that too. I’ve, uh…I’ve never actually never decorated a tree for Christmas. I kind of thought that was just something they did in movies.”

He huffed out a laugh, trying to hide the sadness that had started to pollute his smile, and rubbed the back of his head, tugging at the hair there that curled along the nape of his neck.

All you could do was stare.

You thought about that gleaming, twelve-foot behemoth downstairs with its dazzling lights and ornaments all spaced and hung so perfectly. It was stunning—looked like something straight out of a magazine. But now it was tinged with something hollow and unsatisfactory. 

Cold. Fake. Empty.

It was you who stepped closer this time, the muscles in your arm tensing as if fighting against your brain’s instructions to reach out and touch him. He was close enough now you could feel the warmth coming off his body and smell the spice of his cologne and the clove cigarette he must have smoked. Your lips trembled, parted slightly, still searching for what to say.

But words refused to come.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Steve soothed, flashing you that easy and charming smile you’d grown to love and loathe in equal measure. “I just meant, like, Christmas really isn’t a big deal to me. And neither is this party, honestly, but…”

He fell silent as his hand reached out to squeeze your elbow, the soft pad of his thumb rubbing gently across your forearm. You stared mutely at his hand where it rested, already dreading how cold it would feel there when he let go of you. Except he didn’t.

“I’m really happy you’re here, though,” he said.

Steve’s chest rose with a sharp inhale and the tip of his tongue swiped along his bottom lip to wet it. His head tilted towards you, a few stray pieces of hair falling into his eyes that were bright and shiny with the string lights around the window reflecting in them. 

It made your own breath catch, praying you weren’t imagining it as he started to lean in.

“Sorry to interrupt.”

You and Steve flew apart like shrapnel, both of you too wrapped up in the steady draw of your bodies together to notice the heavy thump of Eddie’s footsteps in the hall. Steve’s hand came up automatically to run through his hair, dragging up the bottom of his sweater and flashing the briefest glimpse of torso as his arm lifted. It made your mouth dry as a bone.

“I just realized I forgot about my hostess gift,” Eddie said.

His brow cocked at you and yet another little smirk curved along his lips as he brushed past, nudging you ever so subtly back in Steve’s direction. He then started to rifle through the inside pockets of his leather jacket until he exhumed a plastic bag with a few joints inside.

“Got it!” he chimed, holding it up triumphantly. “Merry Christmas, Stevie.”

The little baggie sailed through the air, crinkling when it hit Steve in the center of his chest. 

“Oh! Thanks, man,” he chuckled, fumbling to catch it. “That’s great.”

Turning it over in his hands, he paused, mulling in silence as he stared down at the joints and glanced over his shoulder at the open doorway. From downstairs, you could now hear the faint tinkling of a piano being played and Eddie noticeably winced at the first few warbled notes of an unrecognizable carol being sung by a particularly drunk chorus.

“You know,” Steve said slowly. “We could bail on the party. Take this out to the pool house?”

As soon as he asked, his eyes darted up to meet yours—interrupting your intense study of the side of his face. Round and hopeful, they shone with his earnestness and you felt dizzy all over again. It made your brain scramble, trying to act like you weren’t just consumed by thoughts of what might or might not have been about to happen. You smiled.

“What are we waiting for?”

Steve left the lights off in the pool house, not wanting to draw too much attention if someone wandered onto the patio for some fresh air. The three of you made your way out in shifts—you with a plate of decadent treats you’d filled from the long table of desserts, Eddie with one loaded with food he’d swiped from the circulating trays, and Steve with a bottle of champagne he’d snuck out of the kitchen while the caterers were distracted.

The satisfying pop of its opening bounced off the walls that were mostly windows, sounding all the more illicit and clandestine in the darkness. The contents of the bottle fizzed as he held it out, offering you the first swig, and you took it with a nimble grasp.

Bubbly liquid splashed on your tongue and the dry, almost acidic, taste of it surely would have impressed someone with a more refined palette. But it made you wrinkle your nose as you squinted to read the French name scrawled in a loopy script on the shield shaped label.

“Gross, right?” Steve chuckled as you handed the bottle back. “But it gets the job done.”

He took a deep swig, head tipping back and giving you a long, long moment to study his neck as the muscles flexed with his swallow. You stared shamelessly, transfixed by the pairs of moles that sat along the line of his strong jaw, head empty of thoughts except how much better thechampagne would taste if you were licking it from his lips.

Eddie coughed, all loud and fake, drawing both of your eyes to him where he sat on a rattan sofa in the center of the room. He stared at you expectantly as he slouched down further in his seat, his knees spread wide and his arms draped across the back. He’d wasted no time making himself more comfortable, loosening the evergreen tie you’d made him wear and rolling up the sleeves of the dress shirt he normally only broke out for funerals or the odd court appearance.

“Don’t I get some of that?” he asked with a wry smirk.

Steve hurried to offer him the champagne, wiping away a little dribble of it that had started to trickle down his chin. You followed behind and slotted into a chair adjacent to Eddie’s as Steve handed off the bottle, making your brain short circuit when you saw the way his wide grasp nearly engulfed the entire bottom. It didn’t restart until he settled in the seat next to you.

After taking his sip, Eddie sparked up one of the joints and started it in a rotation along with the champagne. After only a few pulls from each you started to feel the effects, your head getting all light and floaty, your body warming from the blood pumping through you, your skin buzzing from the way your fingers kept brushing Steve’s whenever you passed him the joint or the bottle. 

Or maybe it was from the way his eyes lingered on yours when you did.

Eventually, you dropped out of the rotation and sank back in your chair to gaze up at the house. The whole thing seemed to glow with the warmth of the party within, its windows bright yellow, the lights twinkling on the eaves. And the snowfall had remained soft and steady, dusting everything with a fine layer of white like powdered sugar.

The picture was immaculate, like a life-size snow globe. If Steve’s mother had somehow managed to pay Mother Nature as a decorator, it wouldn’t surprise you in the slightest.

“Seriously, Harrington,” Eddie snorted, evidently sharing in your bewilderment. “If all this is just the weekend before, I’m scared to ask what your family does for the main event.”

A deep chuckle bubbled out of his chest as he took a long swig of the rapidly draining bottle. He’d said it mostly as a joke, but Steve’s reaction revealed a nerve had been struck. He began to cough, sputtering out his words as he pulled the smoldering joint from between his lips.

“Oh no, it’s not—they aren’t, uh…they won’t be here.”

His eyes darted to the floor as he shook his head and stammered out his non-answer, wearing that same look on his face you’d seen in the guest room. Half-sad and trying to hide it.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked. Steve just shrugged.

“They always go away for Christmas. I think it’s St. Barts this year. Maybe Turks and Caicos? Their flight is sometime tomorrow night.”

“Wait, so…they just leave you here?” you asked. “By yourself?”

Steve shrugged and shook his head again, the move almost reflexive, like flinching away from the sting of alcohol cleaning a fresh wound. “A nanny would stay with me when I was little. But from the time I was old enough…yeah, pretty much.”

You and Eddie’s eyes met, the same unthinkable thought seemingly crossing your minds. You actually felt bad—not just bad, but sad—for Steve Harrington. 

“It’s not so bad, seriously,” he said, all flustered trying to salvage the mood. “I just hang out and watch movies and eat pizza. It’s fun. Honest.”

Despite his attempts, you can’t help but frown as you think what Steve’s Christmas will look like. His big house that was bursting at the seams with people right now being cold and desolate; him sitting all alone at a long dining room table eating leftover appetizers for every meal.

The thought tugged at something buried deep inside you. Something you’d packed away long ago and shoved into the furthest recesses of your mind. A box wrapped and taped and stapled and tied shut and then shoved behind a closet door. It made you turn to look at Eddie and he nodded knowingly, needing no words to know what you wanted him to say.

“You should come over,” he said, speaking so suddenly it came out loud in the tense quiet.

Steve’s head lifted. “What?”

“To me and Wayne’s,” Eddie supplied. “For Christmas Eve. We have dinner together and watch old movies and play games and shit. With this one.”

He jerked his thumb at you and you smiled as Steve’s eyes flitted over to meet your gaze.

“Only because they can’t cook to save their lives,” you said, shooting him a wink that made the corners of his mouth curl upwards.

“It’s not gonna be like this,” Eddie assured. “But it’s something, you know?”

“That, um…” Steve looked down at his lap, his long lashes fluttering as he tried to blink back the beginnings of tears. “That sounds really nice.”

Your hand moved without permission, reaching out to close around his wrist and squeeze. Steve’s head turned, staring at it like he thought he was dreaming. And as your brain suddenly caught up with the action and your body flooded with embarrassment, you started to pull it back only to feel the warmth of his palm covering your hand to hold it in place.

The only sound in the room was yours and Steve’s soft breathing and you swore you could feel the way both of your pulses were racing in time. His eyes lifted to meet yours and you became entranced all over again by his handsome face, the freckles that dotted his tanned skin, hazel eyes that shimmered as he scanned your expression, the deepness of his cupid's bow.

“I, um…I should check in with my mom real quick. You guys, uh…sit tight.”

Steve sputtered out his words as he rose to his feet, leaving your skin cold as he pulled his hands from yours. He looked around, his eyes searching to land on anything besides you or Eddie as he turned and stumbled towards the door. Eddie watched you watch Steve leave, an expression on his face as bemused as it was mocking.

“Jesus Christ, you two are exhausting.”

He shook his head, laughing to himself as he stuffed the last of the appetizers in his mouth. You glared back at him as he chewed and tried not to think about how your hand still burned where the ghost of Steve’s warmth remained.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, come on. If I knew I was gonna have to watch you make googly-eyes at each other all night, I could have stayed home. I get enough of that as it is.”

“We’re not—”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” Eddie scoffed. “You are. He is. Just make a move, already.”

It was actually painful rolling your eyes as hard as you did. “Right. Sure. And what kind of move am I supposed to make? Considering how he ran out of here just because I touched his arm?”

“You’re not serious, are you? You’re pulling my dick, right?”

Eddie hunched forward as you deadpanned him, answering with a slow blink of your eyes and humorless expression until he threw his head back in a loud laugh.

“He had a fucking boner, smartass!” he cackled.

It’s not only your cheeks that warm now, but your whole body igniting like a bonfire. The feeling grips your shoulders, it’s talons digging into your flesh, threatening to pierce it to the bone.

“Bullshit,” you whispered, your mind reeling.

“You think I don’t know Steve well enough to know when he goes from six to midnight? It happens literally any time you touch him.”

Eddie was still snickering to himself as he took a final puff of the joint that had been smoked down to a nub. You stared at your hands in your lap, thoughts going into overdrive. Because this wasn’t just some random guy at the Hideout or an ex-classmate hitting on you at a house party. This wouldn’t be just a fumbled touch, grabby hands groping blindly in a dark closet that you would recount to Eddie before he gave you the orgasm you’d sorely been denied.

This was Steve. This would be something. Wouldn’t it?

“Only one way to find out,” Eddie said, as though he could hear the question you were asking yourself. “Anything’s gotta be better than this.”

“But what if he—”

The rattle of the doorknob cut you off, your eyes darted to the door just as Steve pushed it open to slip back inside. Eddie’s dark curls fell forward, sliding off his shoulders as he leaned in.

“Just follow my lead,” he whispered.

Your eyes bulged in your skull, but before you could retort or argue, Steve had plopped back down in the chair next to you and your lips were effectively sealed.

“So the singing is still going on,” he chuckled. “But I think everyone will head home soon. We aren’t missing much.”

“That’s okay.” Eddie groaned softly into a stretch as he settled back into his reclined position. “I’m sure we can think of something to do.”

Heat flooded your core at his insinuating tone and you sat up a little straighter. He let his head loll to the side, his eyes finding yours automatically, dark irises glinting in the scant light.

“Hey…c’mere, doll.”

Eddie shifted down in his seat, rubbing his ringed hand across his thigh as an invitation. Maybe it was the weed. Maybe it was the fancy, and surely expensive, champagne you’d been sipping all night. Maybe it was the way Steve’s gaze followed you so intently as you stood and walked over to where Eddie sat on the wicker sofa. Whatever it was, it was working.

You laid your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you kneeled on the cushion next to him and went to straddle his lap. But his hands came up to grip your waist and stopped you.

“Uh-uh,” he said, motioning his index finger in a circle. “Other way.”

You hesitated, glancing from your crouched position over at Steve. His eyes smoldered in the darkness as he watched you—leaning forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees, his long fingers laced in front of him. With a hard swallow, you stood and turned.

Eddie jerked you back against him, roughly pulling you flush with his chest. His knees pushed between your own and he spread them wide so your legs were held open, draped over the tops of his thighs. It made the skirt of your dress glide upwards, hem skimming the tops of your stockings, threatening to reveal the strips of bare skin between them and your panties.

His words from earlier still rang in your head. Follow my lead.

Well-worn hands splayed wide across your stomach, squeezing at the softness of your waist. Beneath you, his hips began to shift and the beginnings of his hard-on pressed insistently into the fat of your ass. It made you shiver all over, a gasp falling from your lips.

“So well behaved,” Eddie hummed, tracing the line of your jaw with his fingertips, suddenly gripping your chin in his hand to turn your face towards him. “She’s such a good girl, Stevie…. and we have so much fun together…”

The words and the deep timbre of his voice sent more shivers down your spine as he bumped the tip of your nose with his own. He pecked lightly at your lips until they opened up for him, his tongue probing the warm cavern of your mouth until you were moaning into his kiss.

It was lazy, but punishing. He nipped gently at your top lip, his own feathering with a tiny snarl as he revered back to his conversation with Steve.

“Why don’t you tell her about that photo you found?” he asked, hot breath fanning across your cheek. “Tell her what you thought about it.”

Your gaze flashed to Steve’s and you wondered if there was more light in here whether you’d be able to see a rush of scarlet covering his cheeks. His eyes had gone round with nervous energy, but they remained locked onto yours as he spoke.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about it,” he rasped, his voice almost cracking his throat was so tight. “I wish I could see it again, I…I wish it was me she’d done that for.”

The pit of your belly burned at his words, a breathy sigh fluttering in your chest and an exquisite ache now radiating between your legs. Eddie’s fingers trailed along the center of your body, over your sternum, tracing the dip of your navel through your dress until it quivered under his touch.

Slowly, he drew up the bottom of your dress like a curtain to reveal your core and the black lace your arousal had begun to seep through. The tips of his fingers stroked your entrance, mercilessly teasing your second set of lips.

“You wouldn’t believe how good she feels, Steve,” Eddie husked, his fingers holding their pace, making you grind into his lap. “Way better than that prissy cheerleader pussy you’re used to.”

The room filled with the sound of your breath and the wet schlick of Eddie’s fingers in your folds.

“Oh, sorry,” Eddie snickered. “I should say honor society pussy.”

Steve’s nostrils suddenly flared, his gaze tearing away from you and your body as if coming out of a trance. You looked back over your shoulder with a horrified look.

“Eddie—”

“Shush,” he snapped, cutting you off by plunging his fingers inside of you. They hooked upwards and your back bowed at the sudden stretch, a broken moan slipping past your lips. Steve’s eyes were drawn to your face at the sound, Eddie’s mention of his ex flying right out of his head.

“You want a taste, Harrington?” he asked, all dark and leading.

A little whimper escaped you at the thought and Eddie grinned wickedly. He smiled as he kissed the back of your neck, his teeth flashing as he nipped at your racing pulse.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweetheart? You’d like his tongue?”

“Y-yes,” you gasped, your eyes darting to find Steve’s. “Please.”

At your plaintive mewl, the very moment you asked, Steve instantly rose to his feet and hurried to kneel between yours and Eddie’s spread legs. His long fingers wrapped around the gusset of your underwear and he wrenched them to the side to reveal your dripping core.

He licked his lips as he stared at it, practically salivating. Your own lips trembled, fighting back the urge to cry out for him as you let your head fall back to rest on Eddie’s shoulder.

The wet heat of his tongue met your pussy in long, languid swipes. He nodded his head with each motion, dragging it through your folds as he inhaled deep and needy breaths of your scent like you were his air. His eyes burned with lust as he looked up from between your thighs, gauging your every reaction in the way you fluttered around his tongue.

With a trembling hand, you reached out and brushed your fingertips along his brow, skimming the stray pieces of hair that had fallen forward into his eyes. The intensity of his stare, the depth of his gaze, made you glow brighter even than that behemoth of a tree inside.

He sped up his movements, working you up, the tip of his tongue pointed to swirl in a pattern as magical as it was maddening, flicking it teasingly over your clit and making you clench with each too-quick pass. At the same time, you felt Eddie’s hand creep up between your shoulder blades, fingers weaving into your hair to grasp it at the root. He gave it a firm tug and pulled your head back, bringing his lips to your ear so he could whisper to you—deep and rough and just loud enough for Steve to hear.

“Why don’t you tell him how long you’ve wanted this, huh?”

Another pitiful whimper left your lips as Eddie’s other hand squeezed a little more intensely at your chest, tweaking your nipple through your dress, loving how it made you tremble.

“Si-since Junior year,” you panted. “When he w-won the state swim meet…”

Just the thought of that day nearly has you flooding Eddie’s lap and Steve’s mouth. Your mind filled with the memories of it—visions of him in a Speedo that confirmed just about every rumor you’d ever overheard in the girl’s locker room; his arm and back muscles rippling as he pushed himself out of the pool; water spilling over freckled skin, droplets collecting on his shoulders and running down, down, down to where the small of his back met the fullness of his ass.

You had sat in the stands, thighs pressing together, feeling almost perverted staring while he celebrated with his teammates and whipped off his swim cap, his wild hair exploding out of it and making you wonder how he’d even managed to fit it all underneath in the first place.

The mere mention of his glory days seemed to have a similar effect on Steve. The movements of his tongue and lips turned more fervent, more determined to unspool you as he moaned like he’d never tasted anything as good as you.

Tremors began to roll through your body, making your thighs twitch and spasm.

“Tell him how good it feels,” Eddie husked, hips now punching up to create some friction against his own cock as it strained inside his dress pants. “Tell him how much you like it.”

“Yes, Steve, fuck—I love it so much,” you whined. “Keep going, I need it.”

The pretty lilt and waver of your voice had Steve unraveling before your very eyes. Another low groan rumbled from deep in his chest and he buried his face further, more eagerly, in your heat.

“God, you taste so fucking good, honey,” he moaned. “I could do this all night.”

The thought of having his mouth on you all night is enthralling, but there was no way you would last. You were barely going to make it another minute as it was. Steve was too good. 

Every flick, every swipe, every swirl of his tongue you could feel in your entire body. Pleasure rushed across you in waves, a torturous winding upwards, that burning feeling deep in your gut coiling tighter, tighter. Your breaths grew shallow and your pulse raced until you were shaking in Eddie’s lap, fighting so hard to keep your legs spread apart that they shook from the effort.

Steve’s hands came up to grasp at your thighs, his fingers squeezing at the meat of them as he kept you pried open for him to ravish. Like a man possessed, he lapped and sucked and kissed at your entrance, his whole body seeming to move along with the motions of his tongue and lips. Beneath you, the wicker couch suddenly slid backwards and you realized it was because he had tried to grind against it—desperate to feel something, anything, against his cock.

Wishing it was you.

“C-close, close, I’m so close. Steve, I’m co—oohhh—”

Your orgasm rushed in, plowing through your body, making you lose all sense. You squirmed wildly in Eddie’s lap, almost having forgotten he was there until he reached around to give both of your nipples one last pinch—knowing how it always pushed you further over the edge.

Steve’s lips never left your clit and his eyes never left your face as he ushered you into your climax. He stared up at you, his eyes all glassy and round, searching for your reassurance as he rose from between your legs. His face hovered in front of yours and he lifted a hand to cup your jaw, his massive palm warm on your flushed skin as you panted to regain your breath.

“Good?” he asked. Hushed, like a prayer.

“So good,” you exhaled, chest still heaving. Your voice wobbled as you spoke, so overwhelmed with all your buried feelings being dredged to the surface. “Steve, that was—”

“Steven? Are you out here?”

Every hair on Steve’s head went flying as he whipped his head around hearing his mother’s voice. Through the sheer curtains, he could see her as she stepped outside onto the porch, peering into the darkness, wrapping a fur stole tighter around her elegant cocktail attire.

Panic struck his face like lightning, his mouth hanging open, his lips and chin still shiny with your spend. He looked back at you, his cheeks nearly as deep red as the velvet ribbons hung all over his house. You scrambled off Eddie’s lap to stand, frantically straightening your dress and hair, nervously wiping at your lips that were swollen from biting down when you came.

“I, um…the party’s probably over,” Steve said. “I just have to say goodbye to some people.”

He ran his hands through his hair a few more times as he strode towards the door, even though any damage you’d done grabbing it must have been righted by now. You looked over at Eddie, your own eyes swirling with questions you were terrified to hear the answers to.

His shoulders bounced, standing to tuck his shirttail back into his dress pants.

“Well, that’s one way to do it.”.

Steve was waiting in the foyer with you and Eddie’s coats when you snuck in from outside. His parents, thankfully, were too occupied giving the caterers instructions for clean-up to exchange any pleasantries at the door. You could only imagine how that would go…

Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington. I’m the girl your son made come all over his face in your pool house. What a lovely party, thank you so much for inviting us.

There was still a smile on Steve’s face, though it felt almost pasted on now compared to his expression when you first arrived, sort of forced in an attempt to look more normal than he felt. He handed off Eddie’s leather jacket and then held yours open, his eyes remaining glued to you as you turned and pushed your arms through the sleeves. His fingertips trailed along the nape of your neck as he helped straighten the coat on your shoulders, his index tracing its curve all the way to your hairline in a way that felt so intentional it made your skin buzz.

With your ears pounding from your heartbeat thundering in them, you spun around to face him, your lips parted to speak only for no words to come. Because what was there for you to say? Or for him to do? Kiss you? He hadn’t even done that during, would he do it now to say goodbye?

Steve’s handsome face was as conflicted and contorted as your own. A faint blush still dusted along his cheeks and his eyes shone bright from the candlelight coming off the tapers that had burned almost all the way out. At last he drew a breath, and you felt your heart stutter.

“Thank you for coming,” he said softly.

Eddie could barely contain the snort that burst out of him, even as he slapped a hand over his crooked smile and your eyes shot daggers straight into his chest.

You couldn’t get out the door fast enough.

There was only silence as the pair of you trudged along the driveway to the street where Eddie had parked his van, the snow on the ground having melted into slush mottled with gray where it mixed with excess oil on the road. Without the glow of the Christmas lights coming off the rest of the houses in the neighborhood, the darkness of Steve’s street now felt oppressive. 

It made you walk a little quicker to the van, your hand curled tight around the passenger side door handle waiting for Eddie to unlock it. As the two of you climbed inside the cab, he cranked the engine and flipped open the air vents for the heat to blast, finally breaking his silence as you yanked your door shut behind you with a sharp tug.

“Look, I’m sorry. Okay? I thought I was helping,” Eddie muttered, his hands gripping tight around the steering wheel. “You were being so fucking obvious, I thought you needed a push.”

His chunky rings glinted in the street light as he busied himself messing with the radio, static scratching in your ears as he searched for something besides Christmas music.

“Are you really mad?” he asked, still fiddling with the dial, barely able to look at you. 

You shook your head.

“I just…I don’t know, I feel like it’s weird now.” You let your face fall into your hands and shook your head furiously. “I mean, was that totally fucked up? To do that?”

“Nah, that wasn’t fucked up,” Eddie said assuredly. 

He sounded confident enough that you let your shoulders actually relax and finally expelled the breath you were holding. The relief was short-lived though, when Eddie piped up again.

“I’ll tell you what might be, though.”

With a heavy sigh, you looked over at him warily. “What?” you asked.

Eddie sighed as he slumped back against the seat. His foot rested on the gas pedal and he pressed it down lightly, barely revving the engine to get some hot air flowing from the vents.

“When he comes over for Christmas Eve.”

Thank you so much for reading, I appreciate any time taken to read/comment endlessly ♥️

Started on this last year in December so that should tell you everything you need to know about my writing process. Enjoy some Christmas in whatever-month-you’re-reading-this. 😉

[yndrgrl]

katsuki bakugo has a glow up during summer break, & now he has a lot of girls' attention

fluff. ooc! bakugo. bits of jealousy. sfw. x reader. acquaintances to lovers. long ass fic.

a/n: the horny content will continue after this message :) also i kinda got nerdy so just ignore my rambles about fighting haha

the whispers & murmurs buzzed like bugs throughout the halls of u.a. you couldn't help but eavesdrop when you heard lower classmen gush about how good katsuki looks, how he definitely had a summer glow up.

it's not that he was bad looking before, that's just not the case. so, when you heard that he somehow got hotter over the span of a few months, you grew curious.

your best friend, ochaco, began to rave about him. "no, you don't understand, y/n. have you seen him yet?"

"i haven't yet, but it doesn't matter! he's still rude as hell!" you told her. "besides, aren't you still going after midoriya?"

"yeah, but i can still appreciate attractive people," she retorted, shoving the rest of her her breakfast-on-the-go in her mouth. you fished your phone out of your school cardigan pocket to change your music when, like a kdrama (or a shitty fanfic), you ran into something-- no, someone.

speak of the devil. "oi! watch it!" the abrasive blonde spun around & met your eyes. his harden glare soften oh so subtly.

"i'm sorry," you quaintly apologized. it's the first day & the first hour of the next 180 days, & you're not going to get in a fight.

"it's whatever, just make sure where you're going next time," katsuki responded. his tone was still harsh, yet what he said was almost nice.

he walked off into the both of yours' classroom, leaving you & ochaco stunned. you both stared at each other, mouths agape. "what just happened?" she finally spat out.

"i have no idea."

"WAS HE JUST NICE?"

a week later, you sat in class, listening to mr. aizawa drone on about something so utterly boring, you'd rather stick your head in a toilet & flush it yourself. you let your eyes wander around the class. for the most part, everyone stayed the same.

then, your eyes landed on katsuki, who was seated by the window. now that you had time to think about it, he did change. his jawline was a tad sharper, his hair appeared more soft, & his shirt clung onto every inch of his upper body. he definitely bulked up during the summer.

his skin is clear, he must've also began caring for a sense of style because his fingers displayed grunge rings, & his eyes were somehow a darker, more alluring shade of crimson. wait, his eyes... were staring at you.

no, he was staring at you staring at him.

god, you felt like a creep. you were expecting him to yell at you, scowl through gritted teeth, but no. he didn't do any of that. he shot you a smirk, then went back to jotting notes.

confusion settled in after embarrassment. you couldn't help that a light pink dusted your cheeks. it wasn't noticeable though, thank goodness.

the subtle, weird antics didn't stop. maybe he's just playing with me or something, you wondered. or maybe i'm looking too much into thinks.

when passing him in the halls, he'd acknowledge you by giving you a small nod-- even if his friends were talking his ears off. he'd hold the doors open for you & only you, but would walk away quickly. he was treating you differently then he treats everyone else, & you don't know why.

"bakugo~" a girl you barely recognized greeted. "you look handsome today!"

he & his friends sat on the other side of your friends' long table. you were the closest to his squad, only three seats away from them. they could hear your conversations, but that means you could hear theirs.

"shut it, & eat your food," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. with his chopsticks, he picked at his bento box.

"ooo~ what did you pack?" she pressed as she inched closer to him. "aww, did your mom make that?"

"no, i did," he raised his voice. she wouldn't take the hint though.

she merely giggled, asking, "could you feed it to me? i wanna try some~" she crossed her arms under her breasts to intensify her cleavage. she was picture perfect, to say the least. any other guy would be drooling at the sight of her.

not bakugo though. he was goal-oriented, focused on the future, & not into dating from what you gathered. a small part of you is bummed out that he isn't interested in romance. he was practically everything you wanted in a guy after all-- just minus the whole "jerk" part.

"what are you looking at, bakugo?" you didn't realize you were staring -once again- until the girl whipped her head around & caught your gaze. her cattish smile dropped into a thin line. "quit staring, idiot-"

"don't call her that, bitch."

both yours & her eyes widened at the quickness & unexpected defensiveness spewed by bakugo. he stuck some of his egg omelette in his mouth, unbothered.

"wh-what? i don't think i heard you, bakugo."

he swallowed his food, ran his tongue across his top teeth, and started to pick up more food with his chopsticks, reiterating, "don't talk to y/n like that, got it?" he put the food in his mouth.

she scoffed, humiliated. "i have to leave," she said, voice dropping at least an octave. your eyes trailed her as she sat with her friends, & they immediately began gossiping. how could you tell? the way they all looked back at you with a nasty expression on their faces.

you returned your attention back to bakugo, who had both your friends & his friends floored with what just happened. "thanks for that," you started. "you really didn't have to do that."

"i know i didn't, but someone had to shut her up."

you replied, "i mean, i'm sure there was a nicer way."

"i tried," he told you with that small smirk on his face again. "she didn't get the hint, i have to be more obvious."

"yeah, in more ways than one," a friend on his side, sero, snickered.

"hey, what's that supposed to mean?!" classic katsuki, reverting back to yelling.

ever since that happened, your friends haven't stopped talking about it since. "guys, c'mon. it's almost been a week," you groaned. you were all getting ready in the school locker room to do hand-to-hand, no quirk combat with a celebrated instructor.

"i think bakugo likes you~" ochaco teased in a sing-songy voice.

you tried to reason, "maybe he was just annoyed with her, & it has nothing to do with me."

"i don't know, y/n," momo laughed, pulling her hair into a ponytail. "he seemed pretty into you."

"no way, not bakugo-"

"well, why not bakugo?" mina, who just so happened to be good friends with said man, asked while she slipped on her shoes.

"because we all know what he's like. he doesn't really scream the dating type, you know?" you grabbed a water bottle & locked your back into your locker.

mina shrugged, & ochaco said, "you said one time that bakugo was the closest to your type... do you like him?"

"WHAT?"

the rest of the conversation was cut short when tsuyu pointed out they should be in the training room by now, causing all the girls to scramble out of the locker room.

the instructor, once the bell rang, introduced himself. he was a nice man seemingly. he was a well-seasoned martial artist who knew what he was talking about.

after his brief speech, he had his assistant -a younger, more egotistical guy- be his dummy when explaining a move. "does anyone have any questions?" he asked. no one answered. "cool, find a partner, & try it out."

everyone scurried to find their partners. pair by pair, no one chose you... all except-

"hey you, be my partner," bakugo practically demanded.

"me?"

"no, the wall behind you. yes, you, y/n," he joked, the same smirk only you get to see on his face. this time, however, it was a full-blown smirk.

"are you sure?"

"yeah," he scoffed, dragging you by the arm to an empty space. he studied how your face contorted from surprise to concern. "listen, if you think you're gonna drag me down or whatever, you're not-"

"no, it's not that," you interrupted. you felt your pride inflate slightly.

"then what is it?"

"i just don't want to hurt you."

it was his turn to be shocked. what did you mean by that?

the first hour went by, techniques were taught, & moves were learned. however, now it was the time that really put things to the test: open spar. it was at this time in training when things got heated. everyone in the room gives it their all no matter what, so the atmosphere turns into something animalistic, yet so empowering.

but before that, is a small water break. speaking of water, where did you leave yours? you swear you brought it in. bakugo must've seen how confused you appeared when he offered (or told you), "here, take some of mine."

too thirsty to even care the open-mouthed expressions from your peers, you took the bottle from his outstretched hand. "thank you!" you cheered, taking a few sips then handing it back to him.

"was that even enough? you barely drank anything," he jested. it sounded like he was teasing you, but, again, he said something like he cared about your well-being.

"yeah, i'll be fine. the worst that can happen is i'll faint."

"you better not. i need a good training partner."

"oh whatever, you're getting a good training partner."

suddenly, the instructor boomed, "water break is over! get back with your partner for sparring!"

once everyone huddled back with their partners & got situated, the instructor explained briefly that everyone will be grappling ("no striking" he repeated ten times as well) five minute rounds, switch partners, another five minute round, & so on so forth. "alright got it?"

"yes sir!"

"good," he nodded to his assistant, who got the stop watch ready, "3, 2, 1, go!"

yoy & katsuki go into your stances. one thing about being shorter than him is that, in the game of wrestling, you're at in advantage at first. "don't go easy on me," you told him, it was meant as a warning

"i was just about to tell you i wasn't." the moment he finished, he took a double-leg shot. it was executed near flawless-- emphasis on the near.

you sprawled your legs back, collapsing your body on top of his. you drove your shoulder into his neck, which resulted in bakugo's face smushed against the mat. he might be strong, but no one's neck is that strong to hold up an entire person. you heard him audibly groan "fuck!"

you caught his arm & his head with one of yours. the two of you were on your knees, but your goal was to get him flat, stomach down. with his trapped arm & leg, you pulled him out from under you & quickly sped towards his back. you mounted him, keeping yourself close to his. you gazed up at your instructor, who gave you a knowing nod of approval.

like a good fighter, katsuki sprung his head up. he missed your nose, instead having his skull collide with your cheek. it hurt, but you had to keep going. "since when did you learn how to wrestle?"

"what do you mean?" you thought everyone knew. you swore that you've mentioned it in front of the class.

"you're fucking good, you know that?" he praised as he fought of your hands.

"you're not too bad yourself," you told him before you crossbody locked him.

"no, i'm being serious. you're too damn good. you're gonna be my partner every time we grapple."

you & bakugo, now you call him katsuki, have only grown closer since then. he would take time out of his study session to ensure you understood the material. before he could finish, the library assistant -a girl around your age- would ask if he needed help with anything, shy blush on her face.

other times he'd walk with you back to your dorms when a group of girls would ask for his number.

it was a constant occurrence; girls notice him, ask for something, then ultimately get rejected. it wasn't in a nice way either. he always degraded & humiliated them, but they'd let him because of how handsome he was.

it was a saturday afternoon where you & katsuki got food from a nearby convenience store & sat in the park. no scheduled training or overwhelming amounts of homework. he insisted on paying for you, & who are you to reject free food?

"okay, but i really have to ask," you started, eating your food, "why aren't you dating anyone?"

"i don't know," he simply put it, downing a bottle of a protein drink.

"you do know, you're just not telling me." you actually didn't know if that was true, you were just bluffing.

"fine, i'm just waiting for a some girl to realize i like her," he admitted so nonchalantly, as if he didn't drop a mind bomb.

your mood dampened. he was your dream guy, the more you hung out with him. you might have developed a crush on him, yet you didn't even realize he liked anyone else.

"no way! who?" you had to sound enthused or he would know something was up.

"no one, forget i said anything," he cleared.

"i want to know~ i can help find out her favorite flowers or something so you can confess!"

"really?" he asked, brow quirked. you nodded your head.

"tch, alright. what's your favorite flower?"

that didn't make any sense. "what?"

"you said that you're gonna help me confess, so what's your favorite flower?"

"katsuki, i don't think she has the same favorite flower than me."

"oh my god, you're so fuckin' dense," he muttered under his breath. "i want to know your favorite flower, y/n, so i can confess." his cheeks reddened as he gave you intense stare, studying your expression. it was still confused.

"confess to who-" he cut you off by putting his hand behind your head & pulling you into a kiss. it was gentle, passionate, & truly shocking to you.

"confess to you, idiot," he panted when the two of you pulled away. "i'm already here," he said with a fuck-it attitude.

"y/n, i've liked you for a long time, a really long time. i thought i made it obvious but you never really caught on cuz you're a dumbass or something."

you laughed, & he smiled at you.

he continued, "so then shitty hair told me i had to make it even more obvious, so that's what i've been doing this entire year."

"but all those girls-"

"yeah well i didn't know i was getting a fan club this year. honestly, they don't fuckin' matter though. what matters is you & i," he told you, his face still so close to yours. "so tell me, if you feel the same."

"i-i do," you stuttered out. in your defense, you were not used to such close proximity to anyone, let alone a sculpture chiseled by ancient greeks themselves.

"say it again," he said, voice deep & eyes half lidded. "i need to hear it again."

"i do, katsuki," you repeated per his request. "i really, really like you."

he pulled you into another kiss, & you both felt each other smile. it felt right.

[eyrina-avatar]

a thousand islands

synopsis: y/n and Neteyam get caught doing the deed and she gets bullied by Ao'nung and his friends. based on this request.

author's note: sorry this request took me so long to write. I hope you like it! proofread once. aged-up neteyam

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, nsfw, smut, kissing, boobs, p in v, eating out, squirting, being watched, ao'nung and his friends are a bit mean in this lol

word count: ~3.9k ... this is kinda long, sorry

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“OH GOD!” you yelled out as your mate pushed himself into you without any warning.

Neteyam had just managed to persuade you to go with him to one of the secluded islands of the reefs. He had been needy for weeks already, but the both of you had been so busy learning the ways of the Metkayina that you two barely had any private time to yourselves.

Sleeping and cooking was usually the private time but Tuk and Lo’ak were often in your marui as they liked to watch and taste the food as you cooked. Even though Neteyam often tried to kick them out, you always insisted that it was good manners to treat the guests in your huts kindly. This left sleeping as the only private time, but as you and the sully’s improved in your skills, the lessons got easier and shorter, leaving for more free time available for all of you, including ao’nung and the others doing the teaching.

This also led to you guys having more energy to do other things throughout the day and being able to explore more of the islands by yourselves, without worrying of being late to your lessons or not being able to pay attention the next day.

Neteyam and you had found a nice, tiny island with a small stream running through it, lots of trees for shade and cover, and it was close to the Three Brothers Rocks. Perfectly distant and not close to the village for anyone to be nosy.

Or so you guys thought.

“Baby, c’mon, I haven’t been able to touch you like this for weeks. I swear I’ll make you feel so good. Just give me a chance, princess.” Neteyam cooed into your ear as you looked at him, brows raised and arms crossed, trying to decide if this really was a good spot.

“Nete, I’m just not sure if this is it.” You managed out as he trailed his long fingers against your thighs, making you shutter.

“Look around, who could possibly be here? We didn’t see any ilu’s tied up waiting for anyone. And plus, you didn’t see anyone follow us, right?” He cocked his head to the side, waiting for a response.

“No… but”

“Shh” he cut you off as he placed his finger on your lips. “Then just relax, your nerves are too high, probably from all the stress lately. Let me help you out, okay?” He reassured you as you mouthed a low ‘okay’ and allowed him to continue.

“What a moron” signed one of the boys and laughed.

“Let’s go,” waved ao’nung as he and his friends left behind Lo’ak to hunt on his own. They swam away quietly, trying not to make any noise, and snickered as they reached the surface of the water.

“Did you see him pointing that thing back and forth like a moron?”

“What did he think that was going to do-magically catch the fish for him?”

“Forest boy has a lot of learning to do.” Ao’nung smirked. “Let’s go hang out at that island we always go to, the one with the stream.”

“The one by the Three Brothers Rocks?” questioned one.

“Which other one do we always go to that’s close by and has the stream running through it, genius?” answered the other.

“Shut up and get on your Ilu’s before Lo’ak hears us.” Ao’nung warned. The group hurried on and made their way to the small but luscious island.

“Beat you. You owe me two fish!”

“No, I made it here first! You owe me three.” Exclaimed the other

“My ilu is already tied and you two are arguing about who made it first? You guys owe me five,” replied ao’nung.

“Well, I rode my ilu better than him. I have more... more skills! He almost bumped into the rocks!”

“Shh, be quiet,” motioned ao’nung as he gave a stern face. “Look, two ilus tied up on that side, over there,” he pointed.

“Who could possibly be here?”

“Maybe one of the men from the clan, hunting.”

“Alright, be quiet. Let’s try not to make too much noise or we’ll get heard. If it’s one of the hunters from the clan, then we’ll get in trouble for going past the reefs by ourselves.”

Ao’nung and his friends quietly made it past a few trees, being careful as not to step on anything loud or make some noise. Everything seemed calm and quiet until they approached closer to the center of the island.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

“What the-“ Ao’nung gave a confused look to his friends as he put his fingers to his lips and shushed the group.

“Is someone getting slapped in the face?” questioned one of the boys.

“No, you idiot. Whoever it is, they’re-”

“OH GOD!” The sound of your voice cut through the air.

“banging.” completed ao’nung.

“WHAT?!” The two other boys said in unison.

“Who do you think it is?”

“Maybe one of the newcomers?”

“Ahhhh, NETE! !” Your voice rang through their ears again.

“Let’s take a closer look, I think I have a clue,” motioned Ao’nung, and the three walked closer to the sound of your voice.

Neteyam had you on all fours and shaft deep inside your pussy. His grip on the dimples of your back as he repeatedly slammed into you.

“You feel so good, princess” he let out a groan.

“And you fuck me so well!” You moaned out, mouth agape, as his fucking had turned you to mush. You turned around to look at him as he railed your little hole with enough force to knock you over. His hips moved quickly, arms flexing with his movements, and his abs glistened with sweat as he did his best in your shared workout.

The sight further deepened your arousal and made you weak in the knees.

“Ne…Ne…Neteyam” you let out.

“Yes love?” He held up your face to look at you as he continued to push inside of you. Your breath quickened as your legs grew weaker, soon unable to hold you up in your position for much longer.

“I’m… Im getting tired.”

Neteyam immediately pulled out of you, making you whimper at the loss of warmth. “Are you okay? Shit, was I too rough, love?” He immediately pulled you up and turned you around to face him completely.

“No, no. You weren’t!” You reassured him as you breathed in and out, trying to catch your breath. “It’s just that my legs are tired from being in this position. Can we try another?”

“I’m sorry, baby. We’ll try something else. Something easier for you, okay?” He gave you a quick peck on the lips.

You nodded in agreement as Neteyam laid you down on your back.

Now hovering above you, Neteyam slid into you again, making you moan out in pleasure.

"Mmm," you let out as he made eye contact with you. Soon quickening up his pace again, he leaned into you with his face in the crook of your neck as he bucked his hips into yours repeatedly. Neteyam trailed your neck with long kisses all the way down to your collarbone and reaching to your breasts.

He took one in his hand and gave it a light squeeze before giving it a quick kiss. Eyes closed, he gave your nipple a suck and trailed his tongue all around it. He flicked his tongue over it a couple of times before moving on to your other breast and giving it the same treatment.

His mouth moved back up to your face, and he kissed your lips as his fingers reached down to your womanhood, giving it a rub as you let out a yelp in surprise.

Neteyam pounded into you and worked you with his fingers, eager to make you come.

"NGHHH...NETEYAM!" you yelled out as you threw your head back.

"He continued flicking your nub as his cock pounded the inside of your walls, making your legs shake as you felt your high approaching.

"Fuck. Fuck Fuck!" was all you managed out as your mind started to cloud with the sensations in your lower half.

Neteyam continued his fucking and pushed your legs up, reaching a new angle that made you scream.

"OH FUCK! YES! YES! YESSSS! NETEYAM NETEYAM NETEYAMMM!" His name rolled off your tongue like a chant, and it was music to his ears.

"Shit, I want to hear you, baby! Who's fucking you like this, WHO?" He grabbed your face and turned it to look at him. "WHO?"

"YOU BABY! ONLY YOU! GOD, I'M ALMOST THERE!" You breathed out as your hips moved up to match his pace, desperate to get more.

Neteyam rutted into you, making you hit your orgasm.

"ah ha haa" he moaned out as you whined in pleasure, his dick still thrusting inside of you. Your legs were shaking as you grabbed his back, lightly marking it with small crescent shapes.

Suddenly, he grabbed on to your waist and flipped you over in the middle of your high. His hand on your head as he pushed your face to the ground and his other snaked around your waist as he lifted up your hips, bringing your ass all the way up and your knees to the floor. You were practically bent almost in half, with your pretty round ass waving in the air.

Neteyam laid down and brought his face to your pussy.

"Neteyam, what are you-" you were cut off as he grabbed your hips and began eating you out from behind, making you moan even louder as he overstimulated your clit.

"AHHHHH, NETEYAM. OH FUCK," you managed out as he worked his tongue into you. He moved it up and down, back and forth, as he ate out the juices flowing from your hole.

"mmmm. so good." he groaned into your pussy, vibrations making you roll your eyes as your orgasm came back at a harder strength.

"Babe, I'm gonna come!" you whined out as you grabbed anything you could.

Neteyam's mouth quickened on your pussy as he moved his head up and down and beneath you. He spread your legs wider to fit his head in and get a better angle.

"ah ahh ahhh" you moaned out as your hight finally washed over you, making your mouth drop open as your whined and let out all possible obscenities and your legs shook as he continued licking you despite the shaking of your body.

"too..much!" you groaned

"nu uh" he continued his attack on your pussy. "You taste too good for me to stop, sweetheart."

He continued eating you out and used his hand to help cover any spots his mouth was missing.

"NETEYAM I'M GONNA... move your face!" You warned but he flipped you over back to the ground and hooked his arms around your thighs as he continued digging his face in between your legs. You tried to move him, but he wouldn't budge.

A new sensation washed over you as you lifted your legs up and felt like you were gonna burst. "Nete MOVE!" He stayed in front of your pussy as you squirted all over his face. Neteyam's nose, chin, and mouth all covered in your liquids as you squirted all over him.

He wiped his face with the back of his hands and cleaned it up with his tongue as he licked his fingers, getting a better taste of you.

"See, not so bad. I told you this was a perfect spot." Neteyam smirked.

"Holy shit..." let out Ao'nung in a whisper at what he and his two friends just witnessed.

"What on Pandora..." said another.

"I didn't know they were mates." The other raised his brows in surprise.

Ao'nung let out a chuckle at the sight.

"Oh, baby, you fuck me so well!" One of the boys mocked in a high pitch voice.

"You taste so good, sweetheart~" Ao’nung joined in on the mockery.

"I didn't know forest na'vis were capable of such things, especially with their looks..." another chimed in.

*crack*

One of the boys stepped on a branch, and it broke.

"Fuck, someone saw! I told you this wasn't a good spot!" You yelled at Neteyam, giving him an 'I told you so' look.

"Shit" Ao'nung spat out. He held out his hand as a warning for the others to stay still and shut up.

*crack*

One of their thick tails hit the tree branch again as it swished back and forth on the floor.

"Oh fuck. which one of you idiots?" Ao'nung turned his head in anger.

"Who's there?" questioned Neteyam as he stood up, holding you behind him.

"Show yourself!" He demanded once again.

Ao'nung motioned for the others to get up from their hiding spot.

"Alright, alright." Ao'nung held his hands up to show guilt. "You guys were being loud as hell, how did you not expect us to check out what the noise was?" he cocked his head to the side in question.

"You were spying on us?" Your eyes widened in shock. "You fucking peeping toms! Perverts!" You yelled out.

"Peeping what?" whispered one of the Ao'nung's friends.

"I told you, we were just checking out the commotion!" Ao'nung approached you and Neteyam as you took a step back.

Ao'nung grabbed your hand by force and opened it. "Hah, another four fingered freak. You're not even a real na'vi." he laughed.

You ripped your hand out of his, and Neteyam pushed him back. "Don't touch her." he warned.

"You're getting busy and trying to make babies with a freak!" one of the boys laughed out. Your ears dropped at the insult.

"Oh Nete, you fuck me so well! More, MORE!" fake moaned the other.

"I don't sound like that!" You let out in anger.

"Oh, baby, you look so good! Muah muah muah," the other puckered his lips and made kissing noises.

The three metkayina boys broke out in laughter as you stood there in shock, embarrassed that they had witnessed everything.

"Alright you three, enough with the jokes!" Neteyam approached Ao'nung and pushed him back again.

Ao'nung put his hand up in signal for the other boys to stop.

"So, I thought you two were like siblings or something" Ao'nung cocked his eyebrows.

"Ew, gross!! The fuck?" your face contoured in disgust.

"Of course not!" Neteyam shook his head in disbelief.

"So... what's with the four fingers and thumb on her hands?" questioned one of the boys

"Why don't you just say five fingers? The thumb is on your hand too, you know?" You rolled your eyes.

"Whatever, five fingers. How come you have five if you're not related to the supposed Toruk Makto." interrogated Ao'nung.

"It's not supposed! He was Toruk Makto, and your ass would have been under rule of the sky people if it weren't for him!" Neteyam corrected.

"Okay. Okay. He was Toruk Makto." sighed Ao'nung as the other boys bowed their heads and let out small "thank yous" as they hailed their arms in mockery. You simply rolled your eyes at the sight and gave Neteyam a pat on the back, a sign as to not pay any mind to their foolishness.

"So, answer the question." Ao'nung pried as he grabbed your hands again to look at them. "Look at these hands. I mean, look at them, this is not normal!" Exclaimed ao'nung as he studied your hands from all angles, twisting your wrists in the process as to get a better view of your fingers.

"Ow!" you yelped as you snatched your hands away and massaged the pain in your wrists.

"She was of the sky people. She came with a second group of scientists, uhh, na'vi examiners, studiers, that meant no harm and came to mend human-na'vi relations after the war against the RDA." Neteyam explained.

"Against the are-dee what?" asked one of the boys.

"R-D-A. The group of sky people that waged the war against us. Y/n came with a second group, not part of the RDA. The sky people made this body for her to use while doing research. She eventually learned the Na'vi ways and became part of our clan. After a while, she permanently moved to this body and became Na'vi, just like my father." Neteyam gave you a small but comforting smile.

"So, this is just some random body you got?" One of the boys poked your shoulders, back, and ribs, checking if your skin felt the same as his.

"Well, yes. Sorta... This body was made with a mix of Na'vi information and the information from my human body, so my face looks like a combination of both, but leaning more to the Na'vi side. Hence the ears, tails, and fangs but five fingers and five toes." you exclaimed.

"And you two are mated?" Ao'nung scrunched his eyebrows.

"Yes, and?" Neteyam tilted his head, not knowing what Ao'nung was getting at.

"You mated with a sky woman? Out of all of the na'vi women on this planet, you got out of your way and chose HER?" Ao'nung pointed at you in disbelief.

"And what is wrong with that?" Neteyam demanded.

"She is of demon-blood! You chose to mate with a demon! That's what's wrong!" Ao'nung raised his voice in accusation, making your head drop as your tail tucked in between your legs.

"She is na'vi!" Neteyam rebutted.

"A na'vi with the blood of demons inside of her!" let out another.

"Jake was Toruk Makto, I wouldn't blame your mom for choosing him." The three boys got closer and almost surrounded you and Neteyam as one let out a hiss. You stepped backwards, tripping on the stump of a tree, causing you to fall back.

Ao'nung continued, "But y/n? What is she supposed to be? Good for nothing." He laughed as you looked down at the stump that was now next to you, too embarrassed to show the tears forming in your eyes.

"ENOUGH!" Neteyam hissed out at Ao'nung and his friends while he lifted you up from your arm and checked your back to make sure you were okay.

"Aww, look at her, she's crying like a little baby. Maybe she can use her little baby tail to wipe her tears."

"Ha, maybe that forest tail isn't so useless after all!"

Your hands trembled in shame and anger. You wanted to prove just how useful you were. You were filled with the desire to draw out your bow and show just how much of a mighty warrior and huntress you had become in the forest.

But you stayed still, knowing that you had to remain defenseless. It would be bad for Jake and the Sullys if you pulled out a weapon against the chief's son.

A tear ran down your face in bitterness, and you huffed as you stormed your way from the group.

"Y/n, wait!" Neteyam called out.

"Later, you and I will settle this on our own!" Neteyam pushed Ao'nung away as he trailed after you.

"There goes little miss demon blood and her lover. " The boys snickered at the sight.

You hurried your way to your ilu, not waiting for Neteyam as you made Tsaheylu and quickly got on.

"Y/n, slow down! It's just me!" Neteyam ran after you.

Without even turning around, you held your breath as you dived into the water with your ilu, the poor creature swimming as fast as it could.

~~~~~

You got to yours and Neteyam's shared marui almost out of breath. You sat down and quickly got to cooking as you tried to distract your mind from the words exchanged earlier.

"My love, you know what Ao'nung said is not true." The flap of your tent opened, and Neteyam walked in.

You simply ignored him, and continued chopping the vegetables for later, fearing that if you opened your mouth to say anything, a sob would escape your lips.

Chop. Chop. Chop. You continued on with your preparations.

"Look at me!" He grabbed your arm. "I chose you to be my mate, you! None of what they said about you being demon-blood is true." You were now facing Neteyam.

"It is! Why, out of all women, me? A demon-blood.." Tears rolled down your cheeks as you stopped to look at him.

"No, no ma’ tanhì, don't cry." Neteyam held up your face and wiped your tears. "You are beautiful, you have no demon blood in you. How could you? Sky people are not demons. YOU are not a demon! How could my little flower be a demon, huh?" Neteyam gave your head a pat and your forehead a small kiss.

You simply sighed in response, knowing that your outburst was silly and Neteyam would never doubt picking you.

"I just- I wish I could-" your hands balled up into fists.

"My little mighty warrior, my pretty huntress. Don't think I missed that look in your face when you wanted to draw your bow on Ao'nung." He let out a smirk as you gasped.

"How did you-" You were cut off with a kiss on your lips.

"I know my woman." Neteyam chuckled.

"My pretty woman, even with your five fingers and five odd looking toes.” You gave him a light slap on his chest.

“Hey! You can laugh all you want about my five fingers, but Lo’ak, Kiri, Jake, and I already outnumber you, Tuk, and Neytiri.” You let out a giggle.

Neteyam simply shook his head and laughed. "I guess so... we'll just have to see when we have kids."

"You want children… with me?!" You turned your head to look at him in shock.

"Of course! Who else would I want to be the mother of my children" Neteyam gave you a smile.

"I don't know, maybe some other-"

"You, just you. I would always pick you, even if I searched a thousand islands." Neteyam leaned in to give you a kiss, and you accepted.

"I will handle Ao'nung and his stupid antics. Don't pay any mind to him." Neteyam patted your back as you got back to preparing dinner.

"Just don't get into another fight, you know how mad Jake was when you and Lo'ak-" you were cut off

"Yea, yea, yea. We'll see about that." Neteyam rolled his eyes.

"I'm serious." you stopped your cooking to point at him. He simply chuckled and wrapped his arm around you, getting ready to give you another kiss.

"Mmm! That looks yummy, y/n! Can I taste?" Tuktirey interrupted as she suddenly entered your marui.

"Here." You tossed her a piece of fruit as Neteyam huffed out at the interruption , knowing that Lo'ak would also be joining in soon.

"Hey Tuk, have you seen Lo'ak? He's usually the one who brings you with him to eat my food." You slightly giggled at Neteyam's face as he gave you a 'really?' look.

"Umm, I think he said he was going swimming or something with Ao'nung today." Tuktirey paid no mind as she continued stealing little pieces of fruit and vegetables from your bowls.

"AO'NUNG?" you and Neteyam both let out at the same time.

Neteyam unwrapped his arm around you and gave a quick peck on your cheek, "Sorry babe, I gotta go check on something." He got up and hurried out of the tent before you even got the chance to ask him where he was going.

A few minutes later, you heard arguing coming from outside of your shared marui.

“You left him where?!” the voice of Neteyam rang through your ears. You peered out of the tent and saw him grabbing Ao’nung from his braid and dragging him towards Jake and Kiri.

“Tell him what you told me!”

Oh god.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

sorry this took so long for me to post, life has been kicking me in the ass lately

Hope you enjoyed!

Reblogs / any interaction/feedback is much appreciated!

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[zhenne]

What Pokémon would the LaDS boys have for a partner/companion? + some (poor) artistic renditions.

disclaimer! are there some random mythical pokemon thrown in? yes. do i give a shit? absolutely not. this is my canon.

Xavier

- he found it (it found him) and it wouldn’t stop following him, so he took it in. I’m feeling psychic typing for him. espurr. (he secretly adores it). bonus point: cue the silent resignation when someone tells him “oh, it kinda looks like you”☺️ xavier’s literal reaction: 😟

you can’t tell me you don’t see the resemblance

Zayne

- chien-pao. he came across it while in the arctic. it had been injured and he tended to it throughout the duration of his trip. by the time it came for him to return home, the chien-pao refused to leave his side.

- not much of a battler, so he had no need for a party. there are several that stick around his home that he occasionally feeds.

- 10/10 ancient beast

(is this technically size accurate? no. do i really give a shit? also no. I didn’t feel like drawing a massive beast atm but you see my vision)

Rafayel

- chi-yu. fire fish (x2). another mythological pokemon, BUT i feel this one is especially fitting considering they’re both from ancient times.

(pls ignore the quality of this one—I was getting lazy and wanted to gouge my eyes out by this point)

Sylus

- I would’ve said corviknight but that mf is like 7’ tall. so I’m giving him a fighting type: lucario.

- pictured: training day—i gave lucario ear protection bc sylus would be a responsible trainer🙂‍↕️

bonus!

Caleb

- hmm. something basic, unassuming. a flying type for sure. pidgeot. very boy-next-door coded. (but also lowk evil hehehe i have so many headcanons for this one)

Luke & Kieran

- these two little shits would have pokemon that were equally up to no good as they were. marshadow & dusknoir. (I know marshadow is technically a mythological pokemon, BUT look at that fucker).

- idk i just like the concept of one having a giant of a beast + the other having the vessel of soulless eyes, it makes me giggle

Capt. Jenna

- arcanine. she’s so officer jenny coded idc what anyone says. ALSO i am a buff!jenna believer, I genuinely will not tolerate anything else. she’s pretty, she’s buff, she’s powerful <3

if you actually made it all the way to the bottom, pls know i love you. also. if you’re as obsessed with pkm and lads as i am, SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS AND HEADCANONS WITH ME !!!?? i will love you forever.

mwah <3

[saeivra]

OH, MY GOODLOOKING BOY

synopsis: telling enhypen (hyungline) that you find them good looking!<3

warnings: fluff, face kisses (?) anything else lmk!

-LEE HEESEUNG-

You and Heeseung were in the middle of playing video games, and Heeseung's focus was ALL over the screen, not daring to take a break. But yours? Not so much. From his eyes to his jawline, you were eyeing him down. After dying and throwing his remote on the sofa, Heeseung noticed your gaze piercing through your eyes. "Babe? What's wrong? Something on my face?" "Nope...It's just.." "Just what?" you cupped his face in your hands, and kissed his forehead. "You're so cute..Good-looking, not to mention.." Heeseung immediately smiled and kissed you back "All that staring just to tell me I'm good-looking? Damn, I must be very cute then."

-PARK JEONGSONG-

Cooking with Jay was always fun. He found easy recipes online just to remake them time and time again with a cute twist on it. If was a special thing you two always loved to do. On today's menu, you both were frying some fish, coating it in batter, then powder, then frying it. "Jay! Look at the mess we've made!!" You pointed to all of the flour spilled on the table, all over your shirt and everything. "Oh....We should just-" He began to clean everything up, gently pushing you out of the way so he didn't hurt you. Cute. "What?" Jay asked, noticing your gaze. "Mmm..Nothing, your kinda cute when you're being useful." Jay chuckled "Am I not usually?" "Nope. You're usually good-looking, but cute? No. Not really" "Yeah yeah...Now are you gonna help me or not? This mess isn't gonna clean itself up!" He mumbled, shortly after kissing your nose "Sure.." You said, with a bright smile ear to ear

-SIM JAEYHUN-

Watching movies with Jake was always cozy. Like instinct, you both would cuddle up right next to each other and watch whatever movie in pure silence, occasionally pressing kisses to eachothers forehead, nose and lips. But the way Jake's side profile reflected off the light of the movie screen, it was captivating....Hard to look away..You found yourself staring with heart eyes, practically screaming that you're in love with him. "Baby you've been staring for over 10 minutes. Am I really that beautiful?" "Yes sir you are. Way too good-looking for my eyes I can't even focus!" You groaned, throwing up your hands in the air to prove a point. "Shhh..Focus on the movie baby hush" He shushed you, pressing his lips against your and faintly holding your hand, making you wish that you could have him forever, and never let go.

-PARK SUNGHOON-

Getting Sunghoon's makeup approval was almost a crucial thing in your daily life. Was this blush okay? Did it go well with my outfit? Sunghoon was there for every step of it, Spoiling you with his opinions and statements, Helping you feel truly comfortable putting on makeup. But Sunghoon puttting on makeup always upset you. Why did his already beautiful face need some? So today, you decided to tell him just that. "Hoon!" You called, eager to find him. "Yes, Y/N? Something wrong?" His eyes met yours as you removed the concealer from his hand. "Babe, seriously..Where are you gonna put this? Your fine face is already beautiful enough and not showered in blemishes like mine is..Baby you don't need it". Sunghoon smiled at you. "Really? Don't I tell you that every day? But you still put it on-" "Hoon! I'm serious, Your so good looking that everyone else could use it but you!! I swear there is no use for this!!" You whined, only for your whines to be shushed and for him to kiss your lips quiet. "Am I really that good looking you got into a hissy fit?" He chuckled while caressing your face

-LA FIN-

a/n: gonna let this simmer overnight🫡 i can't even call this a/n bc I ain't no author😭 also I'm so sorry that I put u thru reading this😭😭 but if you (rarely) enjoyed feel free to reblog and like! merci! :) not proof read

perm tl: @jayparked

[fortunekookie07]

Well here it is the story I was working on. Not sure about the ending buuuuuut these things usually kinda write themselves. I kept going back and watching memories. Both ones I have and ones others have shared to get Rafayel's character right. I hope he isn't too OOC.

Little Seastar

Rafayel paused mid brushstroke as a delicious aroma wafted to his nose from upstairs. His stomach rumbled in response. He was hungry. It had been hours since he had eaten anything. Too absorbed in his latest work to remember to eat. He set down his brush and palette before climbing down from the ladder.

He let his nose lead him up the stairs to the kitchen. He paused in the entryway watching you. Soft music was playing in the background, and you were humming as you sautéed the shrimp in the pan. Then you turned around, and a smile came to his lips. Walking forward, he enveloped you in his arms and kissed you softly.

"I'm hungry," Rafayel said in his whinny tone, looking over at the pan of shrimp. You kiss his nose and step out of his embrace. "Lunch is almost ready. Will you go get Maren?" You step back to the stove and get shoves his hands in his pockets and walks out of the room.

A minute later, Rafayel is rushing back into the room, surprise written all over his face. "Come see this now!" He demands grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the kitchen and to the living room. Concern rushes to your face and your heart clenches in fear.

He pulls you into the room and points quietly. It takes a moment before your eyes register what you are seeing.

There sitting on the floor is Maren, your four year old daughter blowing bubbles at a fish swimming through the air around her. She starts giggling and then cups her palms together. The fish immediately swims into her hands.

Rafayel holds his finger up, stopping you from speaking as he quietly moves to her side, bringing his fist up to his mouth for a moment. When he lowers his hand and opens his palm, a blue fish appears. He sends it to Maren. She squeals in delight, clapping her hands as it mingles with the red fish swimming around her.

Her head whips around, and her eyes go wide. "Daddy!" She shouts, waving her arms. He leans down and scoops her up, kissing her face and cheeks as she giggles loudly.

You look down at them, a smile on your face and a warm feeling in your heart. Maren looks just like Rafayel. The same purple hair and blue pink eyes copied perfectly into her face. Most people said she was the perfect mix of you and Rafayel, but looking at the two of them together, she was definitely leaning more towards him.

"Where did you learn to do that, my little Seastar?" Rafayel asked, standing up with her in his arms. "By watching daddy!" She says excitedly, smiling from ear to ear. She notices you are also in the room and waves her arms in your direction. "Mommy, mommy, did you see? Did you see what I did?" You take her into your arms and smooth down her hair.

"I did see that little fish is cute." You hold her to you and look over her head at Rafayel in concern. It's perfectly fine for Maren to blow bubbles and make fish appear at home, but she is too young to understand why she shouldn't do that outside the house.

Most people believe that Lemurian's are gone. Only the ruins at the bottom of the sea all remain. You know differently, of course. Your husband is one of the last direct descendants of the mystical bloodline. Your daughter, too.

It was time to teach her about her heritage and how special she was. You share a look with Rafayel before turning to the kitchen. "Come here my little guppy, time for lunch. I made shrimp pasta." Another thing that Maren had gotten from Rafayel was her love for seafood. It had to be fresh too, they both disliked the frozen stuff. If it wasn't fresh they wanted no part of it.

"Tomorrow we are going to take a trip on the boat." Rafayel said placing Maren's bowl on the table as you set her in her booster seat. "Are we going to see the big fish?" She asked looking at Rafayel, her eyes were practically sparkling in excitement. "Well yes, but other things as well." He said sitting down with his own bowl and sliding mine over.

Her bedtime stories often were about the sea creatures that Rafayel had known as a child. He had befriended some whales and told Maren about them in great (and probably exaggerated) detail.

Early the next morning Rafayel for once was not slow to get out of bed. The sun had not started its ascent across the sky and he was already rearing to go.

"Come on, hurry up slow poke." He said, gently smacking your cheek to make sure you were awake. You roll your eyes at his antics but ge out of bed regardless.

Once dressed in your swimsuit you pull on a pair of shorts and slip your feet into a pair of sandals. Rafayel has dressed already and is making his way to Maren's room, she has the same issues with getting out of bed. Not wanting to leave the warm confines of her blanket or release her favorite plush seahorse. However such was not the case this morning.

She bounced our of bed like she'd eaten a bunch of sugar. You eyed Rafayel suspiciously. He only winked at you in return. You shake your head with a smile at their antics and set breakfast on the table. Toast with Blueberry jam and scrambled eggs.

You watch as Maren bounces into the room full of energy. Rafayel has dressed her in a blue one piece bathing suit. The one with a ruffled skirt and a lighter blue bow on the back. He's even done her hair up with two pigtails. When Maren turns around you can see part of her hair has been braided up into both sections. You shake your head. Rafayel was truly gifted with his hands. Who knew that also included style your daughters hair every morning.

With breakfast eaten and Maren just begging to leave you begin your last checks. Picnic basket packed with all sorts of treats and a cooler of drinks, it's time to load up the car and leave. The drive to the docks is short and it's not long before you're parking the car and getting out.

Maren all too eager, has already undone her seat belt and is waiting for the door to open. She dashes down the path running to the boat. As if realizing something she turns and looks at you confused. Mommy, which one is our?" You stop short and then burst out laughing.

Of course Maren doesn't remember which boat to get on. She wasn't born yet the last time a sea trip was taken. "Daddy!!!" Maren cries scrunching her face up and sticking her bottom lip out. "Mommy is picking on me!" She cry running over and clinging to his leg. He moves her back and squats down to her level taking her left hand.

"Well that's not nice, shall I punish her for you?" He asks all serious. Maren's face lights up, delighted. "Yes!" She says a mischievous look on her face, mirroring the one on his. He leans closer and whispers in her ear, a wicked glint in his eye as he stares at you the whole time.

Oh brother, you think holding your face and shaking your head. Suddenly an idea pops in your head and you toss your head back hand to your forehead.

"Oh what should I do? My own daughter and husband are plotting against me!" You cry, laying the drama on thick. "And you say I'm dramatic." Rafayel mumbles standing up again.

Twenty minutes later the boat is prepared and finally headed out to open sea. A breeze has picked up and the smell of the sea water is thick in the air. Rafayel is manning the boat. He knows exactly where to go, requiring no map or guidance. This was his home after all. He had always know the way home.

Before much longer the boat is slowing down, destination close at hand. Deep in the waters below lay the ruins of Lemuria. The lost underwater civilization. The boat stops completely and Rafayel releases the anchor so the boat doesn't drift while unoccupied.

You kick off your sandals and strip your shorts off. Turning to look Maren has also discarded her shoes and looks a little nervous. Rafayel presses a button and the stairs pops out from the side, along with a platform to sit or stand on and dip your feet into the water.

He helps Maren down the stairs and tells her to wait on the platform. You don't notice this as you are pushing your shoes under the lounge chairs and folding your shorts and placing them neatly on the seat. You don't see Rafayel sneaking up behind you until it's too late.

He's scooped you up and you squad in surprise arms going around his neck to hold him closer. "W-what are you doing?!?" Your voice is still a few octaves higher then normal from shock. "Punishing you." Is all he says before walking over to the edge of the deck and jumping into the water with you.

Your shock barely has time to register before his lips find yours and presses a fire kiss to your mouth. Despite five years of marriage his love and desire for you have never died or dimmed.

"Rafayel!" You shout smacking his shoulder and swim to the surface. His laughter resounds around you before he grabs your ankle and pulls you back down to him kissing you again. "Don't be mad." He says after making you feel dizzy.

"Is this what you whispered to Maren?" You ask crossing your arms and raising a brown. "Maayyybe!" He says finally going back to the surface. Maren is waiting on the platform both eager and uncertain.

"Come here my little starfish." Rafayel says holding out his arms as he leans up onto the platform. She takes a step closer. "All Lemurian's can breath underwater." He continues holding his arms out to her but Maren scoots back a step and fists her skirt. "I'm only half...". She trails off the rest of the words not needing to be said. Rafayel hoists himself out of the water and goes over to her hugging her tight.

"Half does not mean less, you already have some abilities. So breathing underwater is a given. It's the most basic." She looks at him hopeful. "But what if I can't." He kisses her cheek. "In that unlikely and impossible case ill give the ability to you. Mommy can because I gave it to her a long time ago." She nods finally convinced.

You watch as Rafayel slips back into the water and holds his arms out for Maren again. This time she takes his hands and he lifts her into the water. He slips below the surface and holds her hand waiting for her to come on her own. Finally she ducks her head underwater and takes a shallow breath.

You watch anxiously for any signs of not breathing but none come. "There you have it Starfish, water breathing abilities". Rafayel says proud as he swims lower. You follow him down to the bottom.

The sun is almost in the middle of the sky by now, lighting up the bottom of the ocean floor. At first glance all that lies below is seaweed, coral, the odd seashell, and random things that sparkle. But off in the distance you start to see spiraling towers of marble. The closer you get the more the shapes come into view before your eyes.

Marble and gold have been used to create what was once beautiful structures. Long abandoned now, it's not hard to imagine how lively this once was. You remember Rafayel told you before that this was Whalefall city. His place of birth.

Rafayel begins with the tale that he had told you. When he had been born the Lemurian race was already in a decline, not many had been born in a long time and he was one of the last. You had never asked why. Some topics just shouldn't be broached. He didn't bring it up now either.

You make your way to the great temple, the sight still as magnificent as the first visit was. Time has preserved it well. Little damage can be seen. You walk up the steps of the temple trailing behind Rafayel and Maren. She is listening raptly, hanging on to every word he says.

The moment she steps across the threshold of the doorway she is surrounded by thousands of bubbles swirling around her like a tornado. When it dissipates there on her face were purple-blue shimmering scales. They were delicately placed under eyes down her checks and neck. Very similar to Rafayel's.

"Beautiful." You whisper kneeling down and tracing the shimmery scales. "What is it mommy?" She asks you confused. Rafayel answers instead. "The ocean has claimed you as one of its own." He was in awe of the appearance of the scales.

"I've never seen or heard of this happening so quickly before. Some wait years before they experience this." Rafayel's voice got softer as he kept muttering. He crossed his arms and tapped his chin deep in thought. Finally he said "my daughter is just special." His statement was proud, if his broad smile was anything to go by. "Come on angelfish there is lots to see and not a great deal of time!"

He excitedly took the two of you on a tour of the temple explaining in great detail about his culture and former home.

As you were getting ready to leave a noise vibrated through the water. "What was that?" You look all around trying to find the source. "Whales." Rafayel says pointing to a ways off. "A pod is passing by. It's best not to disturb them. They have young with them and mothers are quite protective of their babies." Maren looked like he'd just said that her favorite seahorse was a vicious monster that would eat her, her bottom lip trembled as she looked down.

She stopped walking and then stared. "Daddy what is this?" She was holding a tiny white object that was wiggling. "That's a seastar." He says walking back over to her. "Oooh, can I keep it?" She asks eagerly.

You shake your head no before speaking. "No Maren, this is a living sea creature. You can't take it out of its home." You prepare yourself for the worst, but surprisingly Maren gently puts it back down from where she'd picked it up.

"I'm hungry, can we go eat now?" Thankfully she's already forgotten about not getting to see the whales.

[bluegalaxygirl]

Amnesia (KidKiller X Reader) P11

Plot: After an explosion reader wakes up in a hospital with no memory of the past few years, her parents want to take her home so she can recover and get back to a normal life while the Kid pirates want her back on the ship where she belongs.

Warning: Bad language, Medical stuff, family issues and Violence.

Reader is Female, Poly Relationship, established relationship, Kid X Reader X Killer, Reader is a member of the Kid pirates and is in charge of the money, Budgeting and negotiating the best price.

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You've been in and out for a while remembering several things even though your head hurts something trying to keep them locked away but as time goes on its almost as if what ever had a hold on you is losing its power letting your memories come back. It hurts less and less the more you remember and you should be happy about that but all you can feel is sadness, you were so happy in those memory's nothing like what your parents said happened, your starting to believe the pirates more but your parents and even the doctors are telling you that they kidnapped you. They could have held you for ransom later on, maybe you let slip who your family was after trusting them? Opening your eyes you look around the slightly dim room, its clear you've been out for a while but at least someone stayed by your side, your mother sits on the chair next to your bed her full attention on the book in her hands not noticing your eyes on her. Turning your head to the other side you see Kid leaning against the window looking out at the ocean, the setting sun perfectly highlighting his face almost taking your breath away. A twinge of pain in your shoulder forced you mind to snap back into reality, letting a groan escape your lips you try to push yourself to sit up. "Y/n, sweetie, are you ok?" Your mother asks putting down her book and reaching over to place a hand on your thigh as you sit up and move back a bit to let your back rest against the bed frame, nodding you taking her hand off your sore leg. "What happened?" You ask looking over to your mother but its Kid who answers you, still leaning against the window but his eyes now on you "You passed out, you good?" The red head asks looking you over with a straight face, he looks tired but there's also something else going on. "I'll get the doctor" Your mother quickly stands when you don't answer fast enough but you stop her from leaving by grabbing her hand "Wait, don't bother the doctor, i'm fine"

You wanted to say that your starting to not trust that doctor but you know she wouldn't believe you or tell you your being silly, with a sigh your mother turns to you and takes your hand off hers. "I'll get the nurse then, You missed your last round of meds so someone needs to check on you" Your mother gives you a small smile before leaving, you know its fake by the way her eyes glared at you, she just wanted you to do as your told. After watching her leave you wait until she's out of ear shot before turning to Kid who's still looking at you but has made no move to come near you, for some reason it makes your heart sink but you push that aside knowing there isn't much time to talk in privet. "I remember House, Heat and Wire-" You go to say more but the red head rushes to your side and grabs your chin with his fingers making you look right at him "What do you remember?" Your taken aback by his actions and wide eyes but you somehow know he's not going to hurt you and if he did it would be on accident. "I helped House with training and Heat was there, then there was some kind of ship wrack that i went into… Kinda stupid of me to do that but Heat was there and then when we go back to the ship Wire was there, he taught me how to fish." You try and recall as much as possible while the smile on Kid's face grows, his hand moves from your chin to your cheek cupping it as he lightly places his forehead against yours, as much as your body seems to want to relax into it instead you tense up unsure of what he's doing and why "That was still the first week we met. You were reckless back then, always going off and doing something stupid…. Now i know why, finally free." His voice was mainly a whisper as if he was thinking all of this and not meant to say it but it brought a tear to your eye.

Your shoulders relax almost in disbelief, Free, finally free, Is that what it really felt like to be free? "I leave for a few minutes and you already have your hands on her, what did i say?" Your mother yells walking into the room with the nurse following close behind, Kid groans and pulls away from you his hand sliding off your cheek as he stands up, a part of you wanted to grab onto him and pull him back but you manage to stop yourself from doing so. "I'm glad your awake, here are your meds" The nurse walks over to the bed and hands you a small paper cup of pills and a glass of water trying to ignore the glare your mother is giving the red head, looking into the cup you notice more of those blue pills making you nervous, did you have another seizure? no one mentioned it so maybe it wasn't but if so why more blue pills? "Something wrong?" The nurse asks with a concerned look, snapping out of your thoughts you shake your head deciding you can talk about this with House later since your too tired to deal with it now. After downing the pills you hand the glass of water and paper cup back to the nurse who nods and quickly takes her leave, a long awkward silence fills the air slowly making you feel very uneasy, Kid goes back to leaning against the wall looking out the window while your mother sits back on her chair glaring at the pirate. "So, I'm guessing i missed something while i was out" You state looking between the two sensing clear tension but also a sense of compromise between the two.

Kid sighs and nods as your mother huffs crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back in her chair "We finally came to an agreement, but i see someone hasn't been keeping up their end" Your mother glares at Kid who keeps his eyes focused on outside "Our agreement was that we wouldn't fight if you kept your comments to yourself" Kid spits out trying to control his anger as to not start a fight that might hurt you again, they didn't know what triggers your memories, but they hope to make it less painful for you by not adding loud arguing into the mix. Your Mother rolls her eyes when the red head doesn't continue, "And you and your pals won't touch her" Kid huffs letting a small smile show "Actually as Killer pointed out you specifically said 'You and your pals aren't aloud to touch my daughter while we're around', you weren't in the room, there for if she'll let me, I'll touch her" Your mothers face drops as you slap your hand over your mouth trying to control your laughter over Kid's impression of your mother. It was so perfect, from the wording to the hand gesture he made, your mother was about to get up and yell at the red head but you caught on before she could even make a move hoping ti distract her with something else "I know Fathers probably off working but where is Killer?" You ask the two managing to break your mother's angry gaze from Kid "Yes, he has some business to attend too but i'm here, so don't worry" You mother smiles talking about your farther while completely ignoring your question.

Luckily Kid was happy to fill in the rest, gesturing towards the window the red head smiles almost fondly "Kill, went back to the ship to check on the crew and make dinner for them all. He'll be back later tonight though, with some off your stuff" Your eyes light up at the thought of seeing what was yours on the ship, has your style changed? what books do you read? Do you have new hobbies? Do they have your glasses? A gasp leaves your lips before turning to Kid who lets out a laugh already knowing what your thinking "Yes Y/n, He'll bring you your glasses" His smirk alone made you smile more but you couldn't wait to wear glasses again since your parents said they couldn't find them, you know thats a lie, their either in the trash or left at home, your mother sighs leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest "I brought you contact's, just use those" Your smile didn't drop despite her words just happy that you can read while feeling comfortable, there are so many books in the room and now you'll be able to read them "They hurt her eyes" Kids quick to comment making your mother tense up, that glare back on her face but this time its much worse, turning to your mother you place your hand on her knee getting her to stop glaring at Kid and turn to you. "Mother, he's right, plus there's no harm in wearing glasses, i think they make me look smarter" You laugh trying to break up the moment in hopes it'll calm everyone down but your smile drops when your mother leans closer to you her anger now directed at you making you lean away from her a little.

That smile you hate forms on her face, it looks so loving and caring yet her eyes burns into yours as her hands grip into fists, pulling your hand way from her your body tenses up making your movement a little jagged, you know she won't hurt you in front of someone but you know if you continue then later on, when no ones around it'll be a different story, she knows where to point her comments and what to comment on and if all else fails you know she'll turn to more drastic measures. "I'm telling you, sweetie, glasses aren't good for you, they'll mess up your perfect nose" Your heart sinks in your chest making you gulp in response, a part of you wants to tell her to shut up and that she can't control you anymore, that your nose will be fine but you push that feeling away instead looking down at your lap in defeat. Kid growls his hand clutching onto his coat in anger, he was trying to hold back but couldn't anymore not when you reacted like that, he could tell your parents are controlling but this was different. "Will you shut up, Y/N's been wearing glasses for years and her nose is fine" He argues taking his eyes off the window to glare at your mother who looks up at him in slight shock still not used to being talk to like that. You look up at Kid secretly pleading with your eyes for him to stop, as much as you enjoy him and Killer standing up for you now is not the time, you know once they leave she'll take out her anger on your by yelling and screaming, maybe even grabbing your injured legs just to put you in your place but Kid was too focused on your mother to notice. "Unlike you, Pirate.. i have my daughters best interest in mind, she has a beautiful face and i don't want it ruined, they'll dent her nose and bring her score down" She scowls with her head held high.

Shock hits you making you want to cry, tears peaking out the side of your eyes but you can't, you won't cry, not in front of people especially not your mother, you hoped she would have changed over the years you've been gone, but she hasn't, she still thinks of the contests and your looks, not who you are as a person, clenching your fists on your lap you look down at them trying to hold back the tears feeling your chest tighten from her words. Your still just a pretty face to your mother, it hurts more than you thought it would, you've spent years dealing with this so why does it still hurt so bad, your injured, in pain and lost your memories at, yet she still only cares about your looks. Kid has no idea what your mothers on about but seeing your look of sadness and knowing your holding back tears from her words make him see red, storming over to the bed the captain placing his hand on it lean over to glare at your mother. You look up due the sudden action only now noticing his metal arm is gone but it doesn't distract you from the fight your literally in the middle of. "Fuck you lady, If you haven't noticed Y/N looks fucking hot when she wears glasses" Your cheeks go bright red as your eyes widen in shock, you've never been called that as far as you can remember but it brings you so much joy, normally you hate people commenting on your looks and your body but you've never been called hot before, its always beautiful, pretty ect. Heat forms in your chest as a strange fluttering feeling flows through your stomach making you feel a little ill yet there's a need for more, What does this feeling mean?

Your head starts to feel fuzzy but you can't take your eyes off Kid despite the pain starting to from behind your eyes. "How dare you speck to me like th-" She's interrupted by the red head his hand gripping the sheets of the bed trying not to lash out at anything around him, only for your sake, he hopes you get your memories back soon, so he can bring down this place. "I'll talk to you however i want especially when you belittle her in front of me" The captain's voice is low but full of anger, he's trying not to raise his voice as not to hurt you but at the moment your in a trance, unable to take your eyes off him even though the pain is starting to spread from your eyes to your head. "Belittle? That's a big word for you pirate, and she's not your girl, she's my daughter and i know what's best" Your mother leans forward her anger getting the batter of her. "Yea? Well, My girl tough me that word because she has a brain, she can think for herself, she's not stupid like you make her out to be, She's a fucking smart ass " Your heart warms at his words, it's been a long time since someone has called you smart but calling you smart ass triggers something in your head, it hurts but the images are more clear than normal, it still feels like something is trying to stop the memory from coming back but it doesn't seem to have much of a hold. The two continue to argue back and forth but their voices start fading in and out, Kids eyes widen seeing your eyes going glossy again and places a hand on your cheek getting you to look up at him "Hay stay with me" He commends as your mother yanks his hand off your cheek "Get your hands off her" she yells sitting on the bed and taking your head in her hands, everything around you goes blurry as the memory finally pushes through.

----- Memory -----

You've dusted the cabinets, mopped the deck and was just finishing up cleaning the windows when you notice a room full of messy papers scattered all over a wooden desk and floor. Wiping the window on the door clean you can't help but let curiosity get the better of you so you open the door and step in able to see more mess than the window allowed, there are no files or books keeping everything togeather just pieces of paper of all different shapes, sizes and shades of white scattered all over the room. Looking them over you soon realize that their all to do with money, some are recites, some are details of treasure they've collected and the rest are what they have spent. It's no organisation to it, there are recites placed together but almost a year apart, and they weren't even from the same place or for the same object. With a sigh you knew this needs sorting but you can't just start messing with things without the captain's permission, then again he seemed like a prideful man and would probably yell at you for even stepping foot in this room. On the other hand his first mate and friend, Killer seems to be able to talk some sense into him and calm him down much better than anyone else on the ship so maybe you should talk to him first. After leaving the room you finish cleaning the windows before heading to the kitchen where you knew the masked man will be, it's a few hours before dinner but you know by now that the first mate likes to take his time when cooking and preparing meals for the crew.

Stepping into the kitchen you can't help but smile and smell the air, his cooking is amazing and something you will dearly miss when you have to leave "Smells good" You call out letting him know your there as you go to put the cleaning supply's away, he gives you a hum keeping focused on the large piece of meat he's expertly carving up. You walk up to the kitchen and lean on the counter close to the first mate but not close enough to be in his way, Killer always has his mask on no matter what he's doing, it doesn't bother you but some times you want to know what he's thinking or feeling when ever you were around, you can't tell if he's annoyed at your presence or just didn't care. "I've finished everything but i was wondering if i could help out with something else" You state not sure of how your going to go about asking, yes Killer seems more level-headed then Captain Kid but that doesn't mean he doesn't have out burst of anger too, you've seen it before and scarier then when Kid gets angry which is saying something. "I don't need your help, i can cook fine on my own" Killer finally speaks making you stand up straight at his commanding yet deadpan voice "oh no, i didn't mean with the cooking, when i was cleaning i came across a room full of scared recites and stuff… I was hoping i could sort it all out for you guys" you smile at him hoping you didn't offend him by asking, the masked man stops chopping and turns his head to look at you "And what would you want in return?" his voice sounds slightly angry but you try to ignore it.

Leaning your back against the counter you cross your arms over your chest "Honestly a good nights sleep. After seeing that mess i'm gonna have nightmares until its sorted… might also need therapy" you jokingly say but there was some seriousness to it, it's going to be something you can't stop thinking about and knowing the way you are you will lose sleep over it until its done. Killer suddenly turns his head away from you his shoulders starting to shake while has hand grips the counter top, you raise an eyebrow at him wondering if he's ok, but he suddenly starts laughing. Its quiet at first but it soon gets louder and you can't help but stare at him in aw, you've never heard anything like it but its so beautiful, it makes your head feel fuzzy and your chest feel light. The masked man soon manages to compose himself and look back over at you seeing your slightly wide eye'd yet star stuck expression, his hand grips the knife tightly causing it to ask and you can feel his eyes burning into your soul with an intense anger but you ignore it instead focusing on how your chest flutters and how your ears beg to hear more. "You have an amazing laugh" you whisper not sure if you should say it or not but there was serenity in your voice, a small smile soon grows on your face, Killer's shoulders relax as his grip on the knife loosening "I'd like to hear it more" you say a little louder without thinking, its like your mind forced it out of your mouth in hopes to hear it again.

Killer looks away from you and down at the cut up meat "I'll let you sort it but you'll do it in here and you let me check your work when ever i want, even if your in the middle of working something out" He states making you smile more and nod, "Awesome, I'll grab my stuff and the papers then bring in here, ok?" He gives you a nod letting you run out of the room to grab your stuff, after picking up a few things from your room you head over to grab all the paperwork, going through some draws in the desk you find way more but you manage to carry all of them back to the kitchen/dining room. Pushing the door open with your foot since your hands are full you have to feel around with your leg to find the dinning table since you can't see over the large stack of papers your currently balancing. Once you find the table you put them down along with bag of stuff that you start taking things out of. Killer turns to look at you putting his knife down and wiping his hands on a towel as you take your reading glasses out of your case and slip them on. "I'll be done before Dinner, i promise" You give the man a smile as he nods at you watching as you sit down and start to work, he watches for a while seeing you put papers in different piles while writing on a spare piece of paper, once in a while you would type on your calculator seeming to check if something was right or not. The masked man turns back to cooking feeling confident that you'll finish before dinner with how fast your going.

An hour and a half later your done, everything is in the right piles and in order of dates, some of the numbers where off on the old stuff but the newer stuff was correct, the only problem you did have was with someones short hand but you managed to decipher it in the end. Killer once in a while would look over your shoulder and pull a piece of paper away to look at it but you just let him do what he wanted even if you were working on it. You stretch your arms over your head and let out a relaxed sigh knowing you'll sleep well now all this is done "Despite the mess you guys have done a good job keeping track of things, although if you move some money around you'll be saving more in the end" You state once Killer has placed some stuff into the oven, he turns to you and walks over pulling out the chair across from you and sitting down "What do you mean?" He asks sounding kind of interested, it excites you since not many people want to hear how, they just demand you do it and save them the trouble, leaning forward you grab a fresh piece of paper and draw a pie chart "Well the best way to go about things is to follow the 50, 30, 20 rule where you spend 50% on essential needs like flue, repairs for the ship, food and medical supplies. 30% is spent on things you want like eating out or going to bars and then 20% is savings, put money to the side so over time it builds up, you can then use that for emergency's or something important. At the moment you guys are doing 50% on wants and 45% on needs which leaves 5% on savings, at this rate you'll run out of money for things you need." Killer nods along while looking at your work "So if we follow this rule we'll save more?" he questions while pulling the paper closer to him, so he can read over all your work.

You shrug a little, it's a good rule but at the end of the day these guys are pirates, they'll steal what they want when they want and most likely won't follow any budget but there's no harm in trying "Sort of, the crew is small so i recommend that for the moment you can do 40, 30, 30 as the crew grows you'll have to change it up to the original rule, it's a lot of numbers and math i know but with this you'll always have money left over if you need it… Oh! and i didn't add the treasure into all that since i honestly don't know how much a gold crown goes for" You laugh a little hoping you didn't over complicate things "Thank you, this will help a lot" Killer suddenly says while standing up and gripping the piece of paper you did all your work on "I'll let Kid know and see what he says, don't be scared if he comes barging in to ask a load of questions…. When the timer goes off turn the heat off" The masked man states before walking out of the kitchen, you nod staying in your seat even after he leaves, a smile grows on your face as your cheeks turns a little red. Its not often you get thanked for your work, even when you had to do your families taxes for a year after their accountant quit you never once got a thank you or a well done. It's the only time they wanted your smarts but when the new accounted came along it was back to the same old routine and you realized then, that there was no pleasing them unless it had to do with your looks.

A few minutes went by until there are loud voices coming from outside, they weren't shouting or angry just loudly discussing something until the kitchen door slams open. Kid and Killer both became quiet as they enter the room, the piece of paper the masked man took was clenched in the captains hand as he makes his way over to you. Your heart sank in your chest at his deadpan look unsure of what he was thinking, you've seen him lash out before and you don't want that to happen to you. Your eyes flicked to the door which Killer was leaning against his arms crossed over his chest "How the hell do you know all this?" Kids voice brings you back to him, looking up at the red haired man you gulp still not sure if he's angry or not "I-I urm… i went to a lot of business and math lectures and urm… Did people taxes and stuff" You stutter not wanting to give away too much of your past and who your family is, Kid chuckles a little before placing the piece of paper on the table making you raise an eyebrow "Looks like we have a smart ass on the ship… You've saved me all the hassle of doing it myself, if your not careful i might have to keep you around, your starting to impress me with your smarts, pip squeak" Kid grins down at you as Killer moves away from the door to check his food seeing that the situation as become more relaxed. You let out a breath you didn't realize was stick in your throat as the captain takes a seat across form you "So Smart ass, tell me how to make money" he grins leaning back in his chair while crossing his arms over his chest.

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Slow Hands | Chapter 3 “trust me to trust you”

A/N: I sat on this story for awhile as I’m already figuring out how I want to develop the plot. I can tell this is going to turn into another passion project for me as I love the idea of post!outbreak domestic Joel and finding love in his late age. This chapter you get a little glimpse into what outbreak day was like for Beanie. Please remember that the nature of this fic will have dark themes. I will mark the warnings appropriately, but please read with caution. 🖤

~word count: 5.2k~

Pairing | Joel Miller x f! Reader

Summary: early winter mornings, fear of the past, a felt fawn, and Maria’s egg casserole.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence from outbreak day, mentions of loss, carnage, brink of death, depictions of a knife wound, PTSD, panic attacks, trigger responses, mentions of a firearm, I am no expert on the subject but I have done some research as I know it’s a delicate topic, angst, Joel is struggling to adjust to living a domestic life, anxiety, feeling like an outcast, grumpy old man! Joel, shy! Joel, kinda mean! Joel, sunshine reader, flirting, fluff, awkward situations, reminiscing on the past, reader has no physical descriptions and is from Texas, reader has a nickname (beanie bc y’know coffee beans) no age gap, vulgar language, slow burn, this is a fic that takes place post-outbreak so please keep in mind that there will be dark/triggering themes, but to also remember that it is not the main plot line for the story. Please read with caution. (+18) minors dni!

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It had been over 20 years since outbreak day, when your world and life as you once knew it, turned to flames and ash before the frightened whites of your eyes. Your coffee shop, Cuppa Smiles, was your little slice of heaven. You had put so much love, dedication, and passion into your establishment. Your coworkers were friends from college that were just looking for a change of pace from their 9-5’s just like the next person.

They all tried to kill you, whatever they were now. It had happened all so fast, and even now on the quietest of nights, you could still hear their snarls and animalistic growls. You could still remember the frightened screams, the chaos and destruction as a Boeing 747 collided into the earth and burst into flames, debris falling from the explosion, hitting those who were fleeing, and those who were no longer living. You remember tumbling along the concrete, rolling like a sack of potatoes as you struggled to breathe. To your direct left was a truck flipped over on its side.

Through the harsh ringing in your ears, you could make out two male voices on the other side of the truck. The one man was holding a young girl to his chest who couldn’t be more than 12-13 years old.

“I’m sorry, baby, I know, I know.” The man’s tone was urgent, rushed and laced with fear as he held his daughter close.

“We gotta get off the street!” The other man shouted desperately.

“Tommy!”

“Head to the river! I’ll find a way. Get her outta here, Joel! Go!”

Joel.

Joel.

Joel..Miller?

The last time you saw Joel Miller, all you could remember was the fear in his eyes, before everything around you went black.

When Tommy and Maria Miller discovered you on the outskirts of Jackson, looking like you were all skin and bones as you slipped off your horse's saddle and into the cool dirt. Your body was exhausted, your resources were spent and now you just hoped that you would die peacefully. That was until a strong pair of arms were gently lifting you from the dirt as your body laid like a limp fish.

“D’ya think she’s still breathin?’” Tommy asked his wife as she was quickly checking your pulse.

“Barely. She must have been riding for days out in this heat.”

“She showin’ any signs of bein’ infected?” Tommy knew the protocol of bringing in stragglers from outside Jackson, and if you were found to be infected..

Maria made quick work to check your body for any signs of a bite mark. She took sudden interest in a large bloodstain through the tattered fabric of your shirt. She gently lifted the fabric from the hem to discover a gruesome sight. What appeared to be done by the work of a sharp blade was a long semi deep, gnarly gash carving from your abdomen, up your torso, curving under your left breast and wrapped around your ribcage to your left shoulder blade.

“Fuckin’ hell. Someone tried to carve her up?” Tommy asked in disbelief as his wife gently pulled the hem of your shirt back down.

“Raiders, no doubt. She’s not infected. I can’t find any bite marks, but one thing’s for certain though, this woman has been through some hell.”

It was well over an hour till sunrise when Joel Miller lumbered out of his home, shovel in hand and bundled up fiercely in multiple thick layers to protect his skin from the harsh biting cold. His plan was simple, head over to your house down the street, shovel your walkway, and ask you to accompany him to breakfast. It really was quite simple, but despite that he was running a script over in his mind on exactly what he wanted to say to you.

Hey Beanie, was wonderin’ if you’d like to accompany me to breakfast?

Wait..what if she declines? Then what are you gonna say?

Uhh..

Oh, well that’s alright! Maybe another time? No pressure or nothin.’

What if..she thinks it’s strange that you’re shoveling her walkway at the crack ass of dawn?

Jus’ doin’ my neighborly duty. Besides, it’s jus’ a friendly favor, y’know cause we’re friends?

I sound like an idiot.

Maybe I should just..start off with saying good morning?

I’m hopeless.

Joel grumbled to himself as he trudged through the snow. The whipping wind bit at his exposed skin but he welcomed the chill without a complaint. The harsh elements were just another reminder that he was still alive and breathing.

The outside of your home was just as he expected it to be, quaint, yet quirky. He imagined that in the summer months your front porch would be scattered with flowers and plants. The mailbox just outside your gate was crooked and could definitely use a fresh coat of paint, and the wooden gate was a little creaky, but nothing he couldn’t easily fix. He was already making a little mental note of everything he wanted to fix on, and around your home.

The snow was a few inches deep, it stopped just below the top of his boots. His back already screamed a dull pain up his spine as he bent down with the shovel and got to work. The pain he felt in his muscles was just another reminder that he was still alive.

He gritted his teeth together, jaw clenched as he worked through the first section of your covered walkway.

You never considered yourself to be a heavy sleeper even before the apocalypse. A door slamming, or pots clinking in the kitchen sink at your long since abandoned apartment was all it took to stir you from your slumber. Now, even in the safety of Jackson, your brain was always ticking. What could be lurking behind that dark shadow across the street? Realistically, nothing. It’s just your brain playing a dirty trick on you. A branch outside your window snaps, it’s just the wind. It’s just the wind because it’s storming out, and a strong wind can break even the sturdiest of branches. That noise you heard in the dead of the night? It was just an animal. Maybe a raccoon or a screech from a barn owl. It wasn’t a clicker. You were safe, so why couldn’t your brain just..turn off? Why was it still stuck in this survival mode when nothing inside Jackson’s strong walls could hurt you.

This sound in particular was different. It was unfamiliar, and unfamiliar meant danger. Scraping, grunts, more scraping; man. The hairs on the back of your neck were standing up as you shot out of bed like a bat out of hell. You kept your shotgun next to your bed because well..you could never be too careful. You never had a reason to use it, but it brought you some form of comfort that you didn’t realize you so desperately needed until Tommy experienced your triggers firsthand when he had accidentally snuck up on you while your back was turned to him behind the counter of your shop. The last time he had seen fear struck that deep inside one person, was the night Sarah died in Joel’s arms. So, Tommy lended you a shotgun as an apology.

He’s out there. He’s trying to get me. I have to run. I have to hide. He’s found me and he—he’s going to take me away.

Your brain was screaming at you as you crept down the steps. Every step you took you feared would be your last. It had been sometime since you experienced an episode as severe as this one. Other times you were able to talk yourself back down to logic. Sometimes you’d resort to unbridled violence, usually on a sack of sugar. This time, you felt as if you had no control over your body's current state. It was as if you were reliving—

Joel had his bad ear facing towards your front door. Between the pain in his back, and the scraping of the metal shovel along the concrete, he wasn’t able to detect the front door creaking open.

His back was facing you as you shakily pointed the barrel of your gun at what you thought was an intruder. Due to the low light from the sun barely peeking over the mountains, all you saw was a darkened figure bent over in the middle of your walkway. Had it been brighter out, perhaps you would have recognized the lone figure to be Joel.

Your ears were ringing loudly as the inner voice inside of your brain was demanding you to shoot. Shoot him and then run, and never look back. Your breath grew shallow as the figure slowly turned around to start on the next snow patch..and then immediately froze.

Joel dropped the shovel with a heavy clank as he slowly raised his hands above his head to show you that he was no immediate threat to your safety. “Beanie? Hey, it’s alright darlin’ it’s just me.”

He’s lying

Your entire body was trembling at the top of the steps as Joel hesitantly took a few steps forward. “Darlin?’” I’m gonna need you to lower the gun now, okay? You’re safe. It’s just me. Nothin’ out here is goin’ to hurt you.” He spoke softly, yet firmly. He kept his hands where you could see them in direct view. He was close enough now that even in the low light, he could see the frightened whites of your eyes as you stood there, unblinking.

“I’m goin’ to take another step towards you, okay? Please don’t shoot me.”

Don’t trust him. He’s one of them. He’s here to hurt you. He’s playing a trick on you.

“Joel?” You stuttered shakily as you finally found your voice.

His heart sunk deep into the pit of his stomach when he picked up on just how terrified you were. He knew it wasn’t directly because of him. Something had happened to you, he knew the look on your face all too well, and it was a good thing he knew how to act calm in a dire situation such as this one.

“Yes, it’s Joel. It’s just me darlin.’” He responded as he took another step towards the foot of the steps leading up to your front porch.

“D—don’t come any closer, please.” You uttered just barely above a whisper as you kept the barrel of your gun trained on him.

“Okay. I won’t come any closer, but I need you to trust me to trust you. Do you understand what I’m saying to you Beanie?” He was careful with his choice of words. Anything too sudden might end up with him potentially getting a bullet to the arm or thigh. Not the chest, please. He silently thought to himself.

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I trust you to not shoot me, so I need you to trust me to approach you. Okay? We can do this in baby steps. I just really need you to lower the gun, okay?” His eyes locked on yours as he gave you a reassuring nod.

You blinked a few times as your hands shakily lowered the barrel of the shotgun to the floorboards. Something in you suddenly clicked as the realization of what you had just done, more-so almost done, hit you like a freight train and suddenly you were crumbling right before his eyes.

He let out a visible sigh of relief when your gun was no longer aimed at him, but as soon as your body crumbled to the ground, he jumped into action. His gloved hands were gently wrapped around your shoulders as he spoke softly, yet urgently to you. “Beanie? Hey, you’re alright. You’re alright. I’m right here. You’re safe. You’re safe.” He felt like in those crucial moments it was necessary that he repeat himself just in case you didn’t hear him the first time.

Your eyes were frantically searching his own, pupils dilating under the low light that the early winter morning sky had to offer. He was holding your shoulders so delicately, as if you were fine bone china that would shatter just upon glancing at it. He could feel your muscles trembling under his loose grip. He could feel a hint of anger bubbling in the deep pit of his stomach. The same anger he experienced when he found Ellie— “d’ya..wanna take some deep breaths with me maybe? Or we could count? Sometimes I try’n pick a spot on the wall or somethin’ or count the steps it takes me to get from point A to point B. S’not the best method, but it helps bring me back down to earth.” His tone was so soft, sincere and genuine. If you weren’t such an emotional fucked up wreck, your heart would be melting into a puddle by now.

“Joel..I’m so sorry I-I—didn’t know it was you. I thought you—I thought..” You struggled to articulate a cohesive sentence as his espresso brown eyes bore into yours. He gave you a reassuring nod, and a gentle squeeze along your shoulders.

“Hey, it’s alright. I know you weren’t g’nna shoot me. You were just frightened. Your mind was probably playin’ some trick on you.” He murmured as his thumb was gently stroking back and forth across the fabric of your pajamas on your shoulders. “Y’sure you don’t wanna count?”

“Does..it actually help?” You whispered timidly.

“Sometimes..all depends on what it is that’s triggerin’ me.” He softly responded

“Can you start..please?”

“Course I can darlin.’ We’ll start at Ten.”

“Nine.”

“Eight.”

“Seven..”

“Six.”

“Five..”

“Four.”

“Three..”

“Two.”

“One.” You murmured in unison.

“Y’feel alright with me helpin’ you up? We can stay down here. S’alright with me.” His arms were fully enclosed around you now. He smelled better than you expected. Of course it helped that Jackson had an abundance of hygiene products available; soap being at the top of the list. He smelled earthy, rugged with a hint of minty freshness..toothpaste maybe.

“I really wasn’t going to shoot you..something just came over me and..I couldn’t stop myself.” You admitted softly.

“Would have been real hard for you to shoot me with the safety on darlin.’” He stifled a chuckle as he could see from the angle he was crouched down at, the safety on your rifle was in fact on. “Who gave you that rifle anyway? Someone outta teach ya to use it..never can be too careful.”

“Tommy gave it to me a few years back.”

“Ah. That does sound like somethin’ my brother would do.” He slowly stood to his feet as he offered you his gloved hand to help you up. “These floorboards are pretty damn wobbly. I can take a look at them when it ain’t so cold out? They probably started warpin’ from the changes in the weather. Might have a few boards that are rotted out.”

“Anything else you wanna fix on my house?” You teasingly asked as you grasped his hand, allowing him to help you up from the current sitting position you were in.

“Honey, I’ve got a whole mental list goin’ on in my head right now. The flood boards could end up bein’ a safety hazard if I don’t check ‘em sooner, rather than later. Your mailbox could use some sprucin’ up. Nothing a bit of paint can’t fix, and your gate is a little crooked. I’d uh—I’d be happy to do it though.” He was rubbing the back of his neck nervously with a sheepish look on his face.

“A whole list, huh? Is that why you were over here at the crack ass of dawn?” There was a ghost of a smile on your lips as you wrapped your arms around your chest to block out the bitter chill.

“Well, I gotta put my carpenter skills to good use somehow, right? Actually..I just woke up this mornin’ and wanted to do somethin’ nice for ya. Y’know after you came over and returned the mug..plus, I couldn’t really sleep all that much. I rarely do these days. Anyway, I’m ramblin’ yet again. The main reason I shoveled your walkway is cus’ I was goin’ to ask you if you’d like to accompany me to breakfast?” His face was flushed, and his cheeks were rosy, but he was certain it wasn’t because of the biting chill.

“You came all this way to shovel my walkway, and find an excuse to ask me out to breakfast?” You couldn’t help the smile that was slowly forming over your lips. It was crazy to think that just five minutes ago you were a complete cluster fuck of an emotional wreck, and now you were smiling like a fool because Joel Miller was proving to you that even in an apocalypse, chivalry was alive and well.

He ignored your question, at first. It wasn’t on purpose, he just was more tuned into your active shivering, and the way you tightened your arms across your chest in a weak attempt to block out the early morning chill.

“Are ya cold?” He asked with a soft rasp. He didn’t allow you the chance to answer as he was already slipping his warm suede jacket off and placing it over your shoulders.

“Thank you..” you whispered in a soft response.

“Of course. I’d feel pretty fuckin’ shitty if I caused ya to catch a cold out here.”

“And I’ll feel the same exact way if you catch one as well. Do you..want to come inside? I can put a fresh pot on?” You were already gesturing to your front door with a soft tilt of your chin in that direction.

“Let me just finish up with your walkway, and then I’d love to join you for a cup of coffee.” He was already heading down the steps to grab his discarded shovel.

“Wait! Joel, your jacket? Don’t you want it back?”

He glanced over his shoulder at you with a tiny grin playing on his lips. “Nah, s’alright darlin.’ The cold ain’t real botherin’ me anyway. Now please, go inside before you actually catch a cold.”

You weren’t one to argue at this early in the morning, and especially when you had yet to indulge in your cup of coffee. You slowly bent down and picked up your rifle and slung the strap over your shoulder before heading back inside. As soon as Joel heard the click of your front door closing, he continued on with shoveling the rest of your walkway.

The coffee grounds were just beginning to steep when he had quietly entered your home. He politely left his boots along the doormat next to yours. He didn’t want to be a rude houseguest and track in any snow. The first thing he noticed about your interior style was that you were anything but a minimalist. You had all sorts of picture frames hanging on the wall. Some were photographs but the others were paintings. Realism, portraits, landscapes, anything your heart desires, you painted it.

He especially took interest in all your knick knacks that were scattered in a clay bowl on the table in the entryway. Old keys, coins, lighters and paper matchboxes. Figurines, tiny porcelain coffee cups. The pads of his fingers brushed over a tiny felt fawn that was sitting atop of all the ‘clutter.’

“Ah. I see you found my bowl of treasures? Well, some people would probably call them junk, but I’ve always been a collector of oddities. Although, I wouldn’t really call them oddities. I think the proper term would be keepsakes?” You had two mugs of steaming coffee in your hands as you approached him. His jacket was still loosely hanging off of your shoulders as he looked over at you.

“Where did you find all of these treasures? Have you been collectin’ them through the years? Ellie’s obsessed with this kinda stuff.” He set the little felt fawn down gently as he reached for the coffee mug. Your fingers gently brushed against one another as he gingerly removed the mug from your hand. “Thank you, by the way. For uh, the coffee.”

“For the most part I have found all of these pieces on my own. Tommy actually found that felt fawn a few months ago. He knew it would bring a smile to my face. Do you want to take it home? I’m sure Ellie would love it. That’s kinda the whole concept of the bowl y’know? When I have guests over, I want them to pick something from it that really speaks to them. As you can see the bowl is quite full, considering I don’t get much company around here.” You brought the rim of your mug to your lips, softly blowing on the rising steam before you took a cautious slow sip.

“Oh, I couldn’t do that Beanie. I don’t wanna take somethin’ from ya that makes ya smile. That was awfully nice of my brother. Y’guys pretty close then?” He was gently leaning his weight back against the edge of the table, ankles crossed as he took a small sip from his own mug. For a split second you couldn’t help but feel the soothing domesticity from the moment you were sharing. Joel’s thick woolen socks, his flushed cheeks from the cold paired with his coat resting along your shoulders. There was something so tender to it all.

“Joel, I insist. Please, take the fawn and give it to your kid. I even have a little box for it so it looks like it’s a present. I’m sure she’ll love it. Anyway, Tommy and I are close. I suppose you could lay it out that way? I owe my life to him and Maria..they were the ones who took me in. I haven’t been outside Jackson since.”

“‘Course you got a little box for it and everythin.’ Alright, I’ll give it to El. You haven’t been outside Jackson in that long?..” He asked with genuine curiosity. He didn’t want to come across like he was prying either. He wanted you to open up to him not because he forced you to, but because you felt comfortable enough around him to show your vulnerabilities.

“I’ve only been outside the town one another time and that was when we found the coffee bean plants in the Colorado nursery. Tommy and Maria were with me of course and—” You paused, remembering how freaked out they were when you started to panic out of the blue. Neither of them could calm you down, and you passed out in Tommy’s arms.

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me anythin’ you don’t wanna tell me, alright?” He reached his freehand out and gently placed it along the side of your wrist, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Let me..go get that box for Ellie’s fawn. Did you still want to do breakfast?” You set your mug along the table, you had barely touched it.

“If you’d like to. I’d thoroughly enjoy your company, and you ain’t lived till you’ve tried Maria’s egg casserole, darlin.’” He was grinning boyishly over the rim of his mug.

Man, was he handsome.

“Sounds like her egg casserole is to die for then. I’ll just grab that box, and then get dressed. You alright with hanging out here by yourself for a few minutes?”

“I think I can find a way to keep myself entertained till then.” He assured you.

“Perfect.”

Joel waited until you had disappeared upstairs before he let out a deep sigh as he looked down at the little felt fawn. His brow furrowed as he was deep in thought over what had possibly happened to you when you went outside Jackson with Tommy and Maria. He could connect the dots and piece the puzzle together, and the blaring answer was something bad had happened. What exactly? Now, that was going to take a little bit of time.

You came back downstairs a few minutes later. Dressed in some worn out jeans and a sweater made of pure sheep’s wool. Joel’s jacket was resting along the crook of your arm as you handed him a little felt box that went along with the fawn.

“Keep my jacket. I’ve got plenty at home.” Was the first thing that he uttered as he took the felt box from you and gently placed the fawn figurine inside before tucking it safely away in his pocket.

“Joel, I can’t do that. I’ve got plenty of jackets here as well.”

He wanted to tell you to keep it because he liked the way it looked on you. He kept those thoughts to himself for the time being.

“Alright, I won’t fight ya on it.” He shrugged.

“Good, cause you’ll lose every single time you try.” There was a playful edge to your tone as you placed the jacket back around his shoulders.

“Is that a challenge?” He mused, with his eyebrow quirked upwards.

“Nope. It’s facts.” You grinned.

Yeah, we’ll see about that.

More of Jackson’s residents began to emerge from their homesteads at the shrill sound of the breakfast bell chiming from the mess hall. Joel had respectfully offered you his arm as you descended down the porch steps, and past your crooked gate. You obliged to his offer, wrapping your gloved hand around the crook of his elbow.

You had never felt so many pairs of eyes on you since living in Jackson. Curious, envious, surprised, disgusted? Those were the types of looks you encountered from a handful of Jackson’s residents. The looks you received were mostly from women, and even though the world had ended, jealousy was still brewing.

It wasn’t everyday that Joel Miller came strolling into the mess hall with a pretty thing on his arm. You stood out like two sore thumbs, but it seemed like neither of you were paying much mind to it. Joel was used to the stares. People around here didn’t know much about him, other than the fact that he was Tommy’s older brother and Ellie was..like a daughter to him. They’d see the scars on his hands and arms and split like a sundae. He’d hear the whisperings of who he was, where he came from, and he’d shrug it all off. He much preferred keeping his family close, and everyone else at an arm's reach. He secretly relished in remaining a mystery to most.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Tommy spoke in a surprised tone as you and Joel approached the table that he and Maria were currently seated at. “Ya finally get Beanie outta her coffee shell?”

“It appears that I did. Told her about Maria’s egg casserole and she was sold instantly.” Joel reached over and gave his brother a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Ellie stroll through here yet?”

“She came in a few minutes ago with Dina. There sittin’ with their friends ov’there.” Tommy gestured with the end of his fork.

“Thanks. Got somethin’ I wanna give t’her.” He turned towards you then and gave you a reassuring smile. “Why don’t ya go and grab yourself a plate. I’ll come sit with ya in a minute.”

“Do you want me to grab you a plate as well?..”

“You’re a real doll. Thank you, that would be great.” He gave his brother a slight nod before he was sauntering away to where Ellie was sitting. Her and Dina were sitting side by side, shoulders touching.

“Hey, kiddo.” Joel murmured softly.

“Hey, Joel.” Ellie responded, not looking up from her plate. Things between them were..rocky to put it nicely. She loved her dad of course, and after what happened yesterday she thought she’d be okay, but the truth was she wasn’t.

“I uh—don’t mean to bother you and Dina or nothin.’ Jus’ wanted to give this to you.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the little velvet box and placed it down in front of her. “Beanies got this collection of treasures and I saw this..little fawn, and immediately thought of you kiddo.”

Why can’t I just be good with my words for once in my fuckin’ life?

Ellie could feel tears pricking the corner of her eyes as she gently lifted the lid off the box to reveal the little felt deer encased inside. This small gesture meant more than Joel would ever realize..but Ellie kept her poker face strong.

“Thanks, Joel.”

His heart dipped and sunk like dry sand becoming wet and weighed down from tumultuous waves crashing upon the shore. It was a small step in what he hoped was the direction of forgiveness.

“You’re welcome, kiddo.” He cleared his throat before he ambled away back to the table where the rest of his family were sitting. He had only known you for less than twenty four hours, and he already thought of you as family. He didn’t count all the times before outbreak day only because that part of himself had died along with Sarah. Or, so he thought.

“El..he’s trying at least.” Dina was resting her chin along Ellie’s shoulder as they were both gazing down at the little felt fawn.

“He is.” Ellie murmured softly.

Joel took a seat across from you as you were sitting next to Maria, gushing over her egg casserole, and how Joel was absolutely right about you not living until you tried it.

He thought you looked so pretty with a soft smile on your face as you looked at Maria with genuine adoration.

At nightfall, Joel, Tommy and a few other men were out patrolling. With the winter being so harsh, there were more chances of man wandering through these parts. Stragglers were one thing, raiders? That was a whole other story. Joel and Tommy took to the east on horseback. The longer winter night was dead silent. There was no howling wind to whip against the bone dry branches. No low hoot from an owl. It was quiet, too quiet. Even the horse’s hooves were nearly undetectable from how soft and careful they were stepping into the snow.

The only light source they had was the brightly lit moon shining in the jet-black sky. The stars scattered about weren’t nearly as brilliant as the moon.

Joel broke through the silence as he adjusted the strap of his rifle over his shoulder. “Tommy?..” he started, “do you know what happened to Beanie?..”

Tommy let out a huff of air as the bitter cold burned his lungs. He averted making eye contact with his brother before he was met with no other choice but to finally make eye contact with him. “It ain’t my place to tell you that, brother. I’m sorry.” He sounded defeated with his words because he didn’t want to keep anything hidden from Joel. Not after all those years they had spent apart from one another.

“You better give me a real fuckin’ reason why you can’t tell me. Tommy, she nearly fuckin’ shot me this mornin’ because she thought I was a threat. That I was a danger to her life. You can’t tell me anythin?’” Joel whispered back, harsher than he had wanted but he didn’t like being left out of the loop.

“Joel,” Tommy hissed under his breath, “Even if I knew the exact details of what that woman went through, I wouldn’t be able to disclose them to you.”

“Why the hell not?” Joel quipped back.

“Because, because..she ain’t got’a fuckin’ clue about what happened to herself either, Joel.”

What?

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Chapter 4:

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

004

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara X Reader

Genre : Angst turned fluff

Summary : Miguel has been creating distance between the two of you, something he regrets when robbers come to wreck your house. He hopes he's on time to save you.

Warnings: kinda ooc Miguel, reader is injured

Wordcount: 1.2k

Miguel O'Hara Masterlist

Miguel has been creating space between the two of you. And he's well aware of it. He hates it as well. He believes he's doing it to keep you safe. You've always been a distraction to him, in a way. He would usually put you above everything, always. He's not ignoring you though, he can't lose you.

Currently, he's in another dimension, looking trying to wrap up a mission with an anomaly. One of Doc Ock's variants. So far, it hasn't really been going well, the man is strong, the universe he belongs to almost as modern as Miguel's own universe. It makes the job all the more tougher. Currently, he's working with Jessica, and the spiderman of this universe.

" Miguel, he's too strong. You gotta bite him." Jessica calls out through his ear piece.

He cringes under his mask. This Doc Ock was not something he would like putting his fangs in. The man looked disgusting.

" You sure there's absolutely no other way?" He checks.

He can almost hear her scoff.

" You got something better?" She throws back.

He huffs.

" Fine, get him in a corner, and contain his damn tentacles!" He instructs her grumpily.

However, as he's readying to jump off, his watch goes off, vibrating against his wrist. Layla knows he's busy, so it must be important.

When he glances at the screen, he reads your name. He thinks about it for a good second. Back when he programmed Layla, he had instructed her that your name was always allowed to pop up. Especially so since he nearly always told you when he would be busy. He forgot to do so today though. Deciding it must not be important, he ignores the call. However, before he can jump off, his watch goes off again. It's also you, again.

He picks up while jumping off the building, going back into the fight.

" N/N, what is it? Am kinda bu-"

" Miguel!" You whisper shout his name.

It catches his attention. You rarely keep your voice down. You're usually pretty loud.

" Are you ok-"

" P-Please. H-help. I don't- I don't- Shit." The line hangs from your side suddenly.

Miguel feels the hairs on the back of his neck rise at the sound of your exasperated voice. You're definitely in danger.

All at once, he looses a little bit of control. He'd never be able to forgive himself if something were to happen to you, but he also couldn't leave his teammates hanging. Thankfully, they were already in position, restraining Doc Ock successfully.

It doesn't take him long to bite the disgusting man.

After all, his lady needs him.

-

Miguel's breath is uneven, panic filling his chest as he swings towards your building. When he reaches there, his heart shatters. The windows to your specific apartment is broken, glass shattered all over the floor. When he steps in, there's an even bigger mess. Glass everywhere, furniture broken and blood. There's blotches of blood in random places. Yet you're nowhere to be seen. He hopes it's not yours.

" Layla, scan the place for Y/N." Miguel tells the AI softly.

" On it." She tells him, uncharismatically easy.

" I can't find Y/N's signature, but there's a few small heat signatures in her bedroom."

Although full of questions, he goes to check out your bedroom. However, once he's stepped in, he realized it's the small fish tank on your desk. A bunch of fish swimming around like usual.

Before he can panic even more, his watch goes off yet again. He doesn't check to see who it is to pick up.

" Boss?"

It's Margo. Surprising him.

" Margo I'm bus-"

" Y/N is here boss. She's in the med bay."

He hangs up as he swings back to HQ. Thankfully, it doesn't take him long to reach medbay, spotting Margo soon enough.

" Boss!" She calls him.

His mask disappears as he approaches her. His usual scowl replaced by an uncharistic vulnerable look. Margo has never seen him scared before, but than again, you are the last person he has.

" Y/N? Where's she? Is she okay?" He questions her quickly, eyes scanning the place.

she nods, trying to keep him calm.

" Yeah. Don't worry, she's further in the back resting up. She's okay- but she's in bad shape. Come." She informs him, before bringing him to where you're resting up on one of the beds.

Margo calls your name, bringing you out of the headspace your headphones had put you in. She nods to Miguel before leaving the two of you be.

You're indeed in bad shape. You're wearing your own clothes, so he can't see much, but your face is bruised up. A particular nasty one lies under your left eye, and there's another nasty one on your right cheek. Your lip is also split.

The two of you resume your awkward staring fir a moment, as you so often do.

When you open your arms, he easily caves, falling right into your embrace as silent sobs wreck through his body. 

" Don't worry, I'm okay." You tell him gently, your voice a whisper.

He knows it's a lie when you flinch as he squeezes you the slightest bit, something you usually really enjoy.

" No you're not. I'm so sorry Perla, I should've been there-"

" This wasn't your fault, Iguel'. " You remind him gently, running a hand over his face as the two of you break apart.

His hand takes hold of your free hand, the weight a gentle reminder that you haven't left him.

" No. I'm supposed to pro-"

" Don't blame yourself like that, please. Your self defense classes really came to good use. And Margo arrived in time. It worked out." You smile at him.

Although he doesn't completely agree, he nods. Your hand falls to your side, folding over your intertwined hands. His free hand moves to gently wipe some stray hairs to the side of your face. You smile at him.

" Your apartment though, it's completely wrecked." He tells you.

You make a pout.

" Did you go to check?" You ask him.

He nods.

" Are Bubbles alive?" You ask him.

He can't help but grin at your words. All your fish are names Bubbles, because you can't tell them apart.

He hums.

" Yeah, they were swimming the same circles as they always are." 

" Thank god. I'd be sad if they died. They're cute." 

" You know, you can stay with me for now? I don't mind." He suggests, going back to topic.

You look at him blankly for a second.

" Are you sure? I could-"

" I don't mind. " He tells you honestly, ears a little pink.

You nod.

" Depends, can Bubbles come?"

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[puffins-studio]

Hazel Levesque 💎

I love Hazel! And am so glad with how she turned out, I feel like I did her old doll justice for doing 3D hair for her, as the old one was just the flat outline. I had to give her purple in my re do of the 7

Percy and Annabeth,

Nico and Will (tsats spoilers)

Jason

Leo

I have headcannons for her outfit under the cut. A lot of them are mixed with Nico as I love him and I need more of them being siblings

[ID: The picture is a felt doll that is the shape of a gingerbread men with a big circle head. The doll is of Hazel Levesque. She have dark brown felt for skin, and golden brown curly head. She have ears with earrings that were dangling yellow thread with blue beads to look like gold with gems, on her right ear there there gold dots and one purple bead. She wearing a camp Jupiter shirt and a purple skirt. Grey leggings and black shoes with purple laces. She has a bracelet that had a around purple bead for a camp half blood bead. And a necklace that is a yellow thread with a big blue center bead and little purple beads on the side.:ID]

Hazel headcannons

Shoes

-She totally took Nico’s shoes.

Skirt

-When Hazel first came back with Nico and they was trying to get her clothes. Nico offered her pants as it cold and she wasn’t sure as she didn’t really wear pants before, but she took them as maybe she had her first a blackout and she wanted to be a far as she could away from what she looked like back then when she was all long skirts and braids.

Then one day when they were hanging in the hades cabin, this after Nico been talking with Hazel about Will and he letting himself just be himself and everything. Hazel just sat up a bit inspired and is just ‘I want a skirt’ and Nico smiled at her ‘let’s get you a skirt’

Earrings

-Hazel just trying to express herself and she want to be like the other girls so she thought about getting her ears pierced. Nico was just going to take her but Jason and Percy over heard their planning and decide to make it a big 3 outing. When they were in the shop Nico wonders over as he spot some sun earrings he kinda likes. Hazel noticed and is like ‘you can get your ears pierced too’. And he unsure but then Jason and Percy notice and try to say it not odd for boys to get their ears done too and are like ‘we will get ours pierced too if you get yours pierced’. So they all do and Nico get earrings with suns and one that has stars with chains. Hazel have them pick some for her and Percy pick some houses ones. Jason grab dangling purple flowers, and nico grab skulls ones slightly as a joke but he also grab some nice gem ones. And just them all rocking back up to camp, Hazel with her gems, Percy with little owls/ or fish. And Jason black lighting bolts, And Nico with the little suns.

-One of Will’s siblings wanted to make earrings during craft time so Nico got a little kits with beads and sats in his cabin learning how to do it before he bought it to craft time so he would be able to show how/help the Apollo kids make them, and he give some earrings to hazel.

Bracelet

Nico give her a camp bead to remind her she has a home in both camp, and she wear it on her wrist so it doesn’t get in the way and so she can see it more

[swifty-fox]

as someone with ocd i really love and appreciate how you write john brady

especially in the punk drabble like i see you john brady i understand the food fear so deeply

Sorry this turned into a fucking Essay about the Swifty Cinematic Universe of John D Brady

it really means so much to me whenever I get a message about John Brady's OCD. The response has been entirely positive and it just makes me so happy because I don't have OCD.

I have had and still love loved ones/friends with it and it can be Fucking Debilitating of an illness to live with and especially in Plane Crash it really takes over his life in a lot of ways. But at the same time given the time period there's not going to be anyone pulling Johnny aside and telling him 'this is why you're like this. this is why you're different'

He leans really quickly what is and is not acceptable behavior to publicly display and he just kind of accepts that He's Like this. As someone who manages their own mental illnesses completely without the help of medication that part of it is really easy to portray. Because in Plane Crash he really doesn't resent that part of him much? It's a burden but it's also his companion. But then in the Stalag it takes over his life a bit in ways he isn't prepared for. We see him go from in the beginning understanding that the counting and his 'rules' (compulsions) are something that need to be kept internal and then by the last few chapters Benny multiple times catches him counting out loud.

In terms of Punk au/Superstar au, Johnny is @blixabargelds's and their creative partner's and while I kinda stole Johnny for a bit to flesh out I can't talk overall about the au toooo much but the food stuff is very in theme.

In reality, it was a bit of a tester for how I want to write Johnny in Outlaw au Part 2 as he has contamination OCD around food very severely due to trauma. In punk au it's more just one of those things because it's a common OCD symptom.

I did start a one shot about Johnny in outlaw au although it takes place 10-15 years after the main story and is just kinda a character study between him and his therapist. But! Maybe you'll like it :)

Johnny’s ears ring.

“No! No fuck her fuck that I’m not going back in there Benny!”

“Jack just-”

“No forget it I said no pill talk!” 

“Jack just hear her out come on.”

“So that was a lot,” Margo says, crossing her leg over her knee.

Benny’s looking at him, serious mouth pulled into a frown. It makes the scar by the corner of his lip more deep, more stark. Johnny can spot it even with his beard. The other man’s hands are raised by his sides in a soothing gesture.

Johnny hugs himself and turns away. 

Johnny hugs his knees to his chest, rests his sticky cheek on his knee and looks at the fish tank.

“Just go back in and finish the session, Jack,” Benny says softly, a hand on Johnny’s elbow and forehead pressed to his temple. His thumb is moving soothingly over Johnny’s wrist. 

“Fuck that,” Johnny spits, his voice shaky. 

There’s a large goldfish, black and vivid orange body trailed by veillike fins. It drifts around carelessly and without fear. Johnny rubs at his nose, drags his gaze back to the woman in front of him.

Margo smiles at him, cheeks appealing behind bright green glasses. The rest of her was drab shades of brown but the glasses were bright, almost achingly so.

“That was a lot,” she repeats, “so I think we should start with an apology.”

Johnny’s mouth twists and he considers telling her to go fuck herself again but he’d agreed to see this out, “I’m s-”

“Not you,” Margo interrupts, “From me.”

Johnny blinks at her. 

“I should have been more tactful about mentioning medication. It was something you laid out as off limits from the beginning and I should have been more respectful of that.”

Lifting a shoulder, Johnny gives a loose shrug, counts the goldfish and then counts the gold ones and then the white ones and then the spotted ones, “S’okay” 

“My job as your therapist is to get you as healthy as possible the best way possible. So when I see you struggle with your obsessive compulsions as you do, it’s from a desire to ease that. If we treated the anxiety that feeds it all, we can better employ coping strategies.” 

“I don’t want to be turned into some fuckin zombie,” He gives up on the goldfish, drifts his eyes around until it settles on the pile of magazines on the coffee table. Lindsay Lohan beams up at him. He gives her the stink-eye before returning to the goldfish. 

“Can we talk about why you don’t want to be medicated, John?”

“Nothing happened.” 

Margo’s chair creaks, “That’s an interesting way to put it.” 

“That’s–” Johnny stands, waves a hand and twists out of the chair to peer at the tank closer, “That’s a totally normal way to say it.”

He chews his lip for a moment, “how many fish are in here?” 

Margo’s pen and clipboard were down on her lap which Brady had quickly learned meant he was saying something interesting. 

“Have you eaten today?”

One of the goldfish waves her wispy fin at him. He scowls, “A bit.” 

And then.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” 

The chair creaks again, soft ballet flat foot-falls moving across the carpet and then there’s a mug of tea being placed in Johnny’s hands. He grips it tighter, closes his eyes as the steam hits his face and imagines the click of traintracks that he used to count until he ran out of numbers. 

“Then we can spend the rest of the session and every session afterward at this stalemate. Therapy only works as far as you let it, John. I’m getting paid whether we help you or not but I’d rather make this worth your while.” 

“What if I can’t talk about it?” 

“Then you can’t. But can’t is different than don’t want to. I can work with ‘can’t’.”

[bonefall]

Does BB!Silverstream have a design? Also, what cats would be at her trial? I can’t get the idea of an animation of her trial set to We Both Reached For The Gun out of my head

Before I hop off I quickly went and made a quick BB!Silverstream

Consider these chibis I've been doing as like, "beta" designs. I plan to come back to them later for full summary art, really play up the shapes and make them more unique and cartoonish

Since we're all kinda likening Silverstream to Roxy Hart, I went ahead and made her look a bit "foxy."

THE EYESHADOW IS IMPORTANT. It's the Applekin Family trait. It looks like a fish, but it's actually a very abstract depiction of an apple leaf.

Silverstream is about as "sleek" as a RiverClan cat gets; they're always thick and usually longer than they are tall, like otters. Silvs only gets THIS thin because she's 25% WindClan.

Her lawyer is technically her uncle Oakheart; but in reality, Lizardstripe is the one actually planning everything out.

Aaand here's another headshot of Lizi because I still need to make her full art, along with the other Forget-Me-Nots

Very round tufts. The roundness shows up in Runningnose and Tangleburr.

Her ears are cut in the same place on both sides. There is a sad story behind it that she won't tell, she says she "liked how it looked."

She has one stripe. It starts above one eye, runs down her back, curls over her hip, and runs back up the other side symmetrically.

CLEFT LIP. It is split just below her nose and naturally exposes her top teeth.

Lizi and Oakheart usually wear Forget-Me-Nots in their fur. Specifically, Lizi is represented by Changing Forget-Me-Nots and Oakheart is represented by Water Forget-Me-Nots (also called scorpion grass).

Other cats who could be at Silvs' trial;

Mother, Willowbreeze

Ancestor, Reedshine

Sunfish, suckler and friend of Crookedstar (died to Thistleclaw)

I'm not sure if she's keeping those siblings who die, or at the very least there might be one less, because I may want to use them at some point.

Anyway go nuts lmao