#bc i couldn’t find it on the high seas

[winchesternova-k]

finally watched texas chainsaw massacre tonight

i rlly liked it but i think the part that i found most interesting was it’s impact on horror. the influence on aesthetics in particular rlly stood out to me (different shots made me think of outlast, spn, resident evil, nbc hannibal and other things i couldn’t rlly place)

the cinematography was gorgeous tbh tho the dinner table scene was so hard for me to watch. the constant screaming and the way the shots bounced around with such intensity was a lot on a sensory level but sally’s terror was rlly palpable

i have Thoughts abt franklin from a disabled perspective (particularly the way his opinion was overlooked constantly as Just Being Crazy bc he was disabled filled the same role more recent horror has women in and that they experience misogyny for instead of ableism) but i’m too tired to rlly articulate them

i’m also fascinated that texas chainsaw massacre was considered super gory at the time but tbh i barely noticed it in comparison to the horror media im more familiar with (and is more modern) i think it’s interesting that it originally had an r rating when i found the gore more comparable to an m movie (by australian classification) idk i just think it’s interesting how much what goes on screen has changed and what that means for horror (also the fact that what i would consider minimal gore was equally terrifying to say outlast)

[b14augrana]

Strobe Light

The only thing a few drinks fail to make you forget is her face

Alexia Putellas x reader

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Warnings: mentions of drinking / alcohol, party setting, romantic angst, short one shot

A/N: kind of a shit blurb i wrote ages ago that i wanted to get out of my drafts 👎 i think i was listening to the last minute of tumblr girls on repeat bc i had written that on the doc so … thats the vibe!

Oh, Ibiza.

It’s the most popular party location to the point where it’s hardly anything special anymore, but you still find yourself excited by it. Ending up on the floor of someone’s house who you don’t even know the name of, your first thoughts being the memories of the night before… what a high. You were addicted to that, the aftermath of getting shitfaced and only having enough capacity in your mind to worry about where your phone is, not what Alexia Putellas is doing right now.

You hated the people — watching them grind against each other and retreat to bedrooms if not crash on the sofa and make out right there, it was distasteful and you hated it. You hated alcohol, but you also hated the fact that Alexia wasn’t around to talk you out of having a few drinks, so you drank it out of spite. Among all these hundreds of people, you hated how you felt more alone than ever.

People would make the assumption that you attended these parties to find a girl to take home, but they looked all the same to you, hence your appeal in none of them, because Alexia was unlike anyone you had ever seen with her hazel eyes and lonesome dimple on her right cheek, the one that was barely there. Nobody else had that Alexia-ness that made you mourn her absence every time you went to these parties, and you knew that no matter how much you drank and partied, she’d always be your first thought of comfort the morning after.

You two had dated for a year, give or take a month. You were relentless in your pursuit of fun, whereas she was infatuated with football and refused to put anything above it, which was understandable, because she was good at it. She called it off in her apartment, saying that she couldn’t risk her career for a lifestyle you wanted to live, and you complied with it instead of making an effort to do something to keep you two together — it was your biggest mistake yet, and a decision that never fails to keep you up at night, because maybe if you had tried a little harder, she would’ve been beside you on these restless nights.

You thought you were absolutely hammered when you recognised her face in the sea of bodies, staring at you with narrowed eyes as if she was trying to determine whether it was really you she was spotting. Brushing it off, you considered it another instance of your mind fucking with you, and that made you put down the plastic red cup in your hand, abandoning it on some surface for another drunk to pick up.

Alexia was there, but she couldn’t tell herself why. Why was she in someone’s expansive Ibiza backyard without a reason?

She never liked big parties, such as the ones hosted in Ibiza. Her teammates appreciated them a bit more than her, but she wasn’t her teammates. She rarely ever got drunk unless she was in a Barcelona based nightclub, celebrating another trophy, but even then she never got blackout drunk.

None of that even mattered, because either way she was still standing among sweaty bodies on an island off the coast of Spain, the music sure to give her a headache sooner or later and the strobe lights hurting her eyes that were locked onto one uninterested face.

There was something else to the bored expression you had; almost like you were caught in an epiphany that this wasn’t enough to fill the void you gained when she left. Your face was plagued by disgust, your stare blank and fixated on nothing specific. She noticed all of this.

Alexia knew that you were only here to relive the oddly comforting morning-after sensation. She didn’t know that you craved it so much because ever since she left, she was all you thought about amidst a heavy hangover, and if you pretended hard enough, she was right beside you with her arms wrapped around your frame and her chest pressed to your back. Waking up post-party was almost like travelling back in time to the happiest period of your life — being Alexia’s girlfriend. It was the closest you thought you’d ever get to her again.

You felt like you were ebbing in and out of consciousness, the music fading into nothingness before coming back louder than ever, and your legs were giving in underneath the weight of your entire upper body. Shoulders and knees grazed against your own, nudging you around the crowd, and you could barely remember who’s property you were at, but you looked up and it became apparent to you that the Alexia in front of you wasn’t a hallucination and she was really there, reaching out to you and pulling you out of the crowd.

The reason she was there became apparent to Alexia as she led you to an empty guest room that wasn’t plagued by the smell of sweat and sex (she quickly learned that was rather hard to come across). She locked the door behind you two so there would be no chance of a lustful couple stumbling into the room while she laid you down.

You groaned as you made contact with the mattress, as moving your body at all had become a difficult task. She sat down beside you, turning on the lamp perched atop the bedside table, and she inspected your face; your cheeks bore hints of red and tired eyes squinted to adjust to the light as they settled on her own concerned-looking face. There wasn’t a feeling in the world that could sum up what she felt looking at you.

“Ale,” you mumbled, and she met your gaze. “Lay down. Give me this one night, at least,” you finished, rolling onto your side. Your back faced her, and she didn’t respond for a minute. She didn’t know what to do, what to say, and she was glad you couldn’t see the inconclusive look on her face.

All you felt was shuffling behind you before the mattress dipped and the presence of her body could be sensed behind you. There was a notable distance between you two that she worked hard to maintain throughout the night, because she didn’t want to remember what it felt like to be close to you.

She should’ve been in Barcelona, training and focusing on the matches ahead. After all, that was the entire reason you two had ended things, yet…

She was here.

[yogurtkags]

hii! may i please request suna rintaro w maybe some friends to lovers? u can have creative freedom w it! i just want it to be completely sfw bc i’m only 17!:)

❝ SO HIGH SCHOOL ❞ — suna rintarou

cw. gn!reader, implied friends to lovers, slight canon divergence — inarizaki beats karasuno, light swearing (like once) | wc: 600

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the gymnasium is ablaze, drums and horns in an intense battle of psyche against each other as the teams fight it out on the orange court with rally after rally.

you’re sitting at the edge of your seat, eyes wide and hands clenched together as the last few points of this definitive match drag out. your heart rapidly races against your chest and your palms are beginning to sweat, you’ve been awfully quiet for a while now, focused on the game at hand and nervously bounding your leg up and down.

suna doesn’t know that you’re here, you told him that you couldn’t make it because you were called back to school to help with tutoring. he didn’t mind too much considering the circumstances and this wasn’t the finals or anything. nonetheless, you caught a glimpse of disappointment flash in his eyes for a split second, and you knew you’d do anything in your power to show up today, even if it meant bowing on your knees and apologising to your poor kouhai for rainchecking on her. she just politely patted your back and told you to go get your man, much to your embarrassment.

it’s down to inarizaki’s match point, and atsumu’s yelling for the cover after karasuno barely manages to bump the ball back over the net.

with a pass directly to atsumu, the twins once again attempt their minus tempo quick attack and with bated breath, the stands fall silent and the air is stifling, the crowds listening out for the decisive whistle and call that would determine who moves on to the next round of the tournament.

“what a spike from miya osamu, beautifully set by his twin brother miya atsumu, and with that, inarizaki takes the win today and clinch a spot in the top 16 for this year’s high school spring volleyball tournament!”

you shoot up from your seat hidden in the corner at the side of the court, hands over your mouth as you bask in the loud cheers of the people around you, fellow inarizaki students, teachers, and spectators alike. your eyes scan the orange court, searching for your best friend in a sea of black and orange, and when they do find his, you can’t help but let out a tearful laugh at the way they widen with disbelief, and soften as his arms open wide for you to run into.

as you throw yourself into his embrace, suna catches you with an oof, lightly spinning as he tries to regain his footing, “woah easy there, tiger.”

raising your voice so that he can hear you over the crowd, “congratulations rin!”

you wrap your arms around his neck as his hands tenderly rest against your waist to support you, forehead leaning against his as your breath fans against his cheeks, more quietly this time, “i’m so proud of you, always.”

in this moment, time stands still and all the surrounding noise fades, it’s just the two of you standing in the middle of the tokyo metropolitan gymnasium, nothing but sweat and polished hardwood floors beneath your feet.

suna whispers, “i fucking love you so much, i could kiss you right now.”

“do it, i dare you.” your face is graced with a shy smile and a cheeky glint hidden in crescent moons for eyes, and he thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful.

and who was he to ever back down from a challenge, head dipping ever so slightly to finally capture your lips in his.

they’re right, we don’t need the memories, let’s just live in the moment, you and me.

notes. hi chloe !! thank you so much for your request, this is my first time writing for sunarin and i hope i did him justice ♡ i look forward to interacting more with you, lovely !! (dividers: @/cafekitsune) reblogs & interactions are always appreciated !

© yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.

[causenessus]

happy birthday. | oikawa t.

oikawa x reader (female reader implied, one use of word girlfriend)

written in 2nd person

"i wanna see what makes my life and all the little things, i wanna see the mountains in view and the part when i meet you <3" from when i meet you by hollow bastion

word count: 2.5k words (headcannons & little fic <3)

happy birthday to the boy whose been with me for 4+ years <3 longer than anyone else <3 all sweet toothrotting fluff!! not edited bc i'm really tired goodnight :)

contrary to popular belief, tooru does not hype up his birthday

he never tells anyone it’s coming up and he doesn’t always do something big for his special day

he’s grown a *tiny* bit more mellow since high school, from when he did always make a big deal out of it

fans continue to send in heaps of mail but like the actual day itself, he doesn’t really pay any mind to it

there’s two reasons for this:

now that he has you, he doesn’t care much for others

as long as he gets to spend the day with you, even if no one else wished him a happy birthday or gave him something he’d be happy

second of all, he likes things to be genuine

with popularity has come a lot of shallowness from others, and he’s had to put up many of his own fronts

so he doesn’t want hundreds of people messaging him happy birthday, he only really cares to hear it from his close circle of friends

and it’s no problem if he doesn’t receive a message from one of those friends, he doesn’t expect people to know everything about him (a big change from high school, he’s very proud of it)

it’s just something that he realized after graduating high school. after his last year and the underwhelming end to his high school volleyball career after the spring high playoffs, he realized that life was not all about getting as far as you can on a straight path; sometimes you take turns that diverge you from the main path a little bit, but you still keep moving forward, and sometimes you end up finding something on that little path that makes it all worth it <3 (with age comes wisdom, right?? don’t tell him that, it makes him sound old 🤭)

after all, that’s how he found you <3

at the airport waiting to fly to argentina, he just couldn’t get enough of you, even after spending the entire flight at your side.

and you were just as interested in him

he realized after your first date that he was always meant to be here. he had a restless, adventurous soul that hadn’t been satisfied in japan, and it had been fate to meet you while he was taking the next big step in high life.

and don't mistake his acceptance of where he is in life for laziness, he’s just as hardworking as before if not more, but he’s realized he doesn’t need to aim for perfection

and once he became more lenient on himself, he ironically became the best version of himself he’d ever been

with your support and love easing him through this new mindset and the bad days, he began to win medal after medal <3

you’ve been with him for it all. he wholly believes you were made for him, and he loves you so much

so the only happy birthday he cares to hear is from you

and if other friends wish him a happy birthday? he will thank them. he will say that he appreciates them and he means it, but nothing is as important as you

if you insist that he can’t stay at home with you the whole day and that he should celebrate with some of his friends, he’ll eventually comply

he likes to keep things small. it feels nice to choose to have a quiet day on a date dedicated to him with a small group of people

tooru and you had started the day together in bed. a summer in brazil had seemed appealing to you both; it was the perfect time and place for him to play volleyball on the beach by the sea and you were there to relax and keep him company. he had reconciled with shoyo, who you both had planned to meet for lunch to celebrate the day.

you had decided on the place after receiving input from both of them. tooru had been complaining for days about wanting lemonade, and shoyo had suggested somewhere small, open, and simple as opposed to an overcrowded fancy restaurant. you could easily get that experience just by walking down the hot streets of brazil.

the three of you had spent the afternoon inside a conditioned cafe. it was a cozy place, with lots of greenery and wide window walls to let in lots of sunlight. you had sat there for several hours, people watching and chattering, tooru rubbing circles on your thigh the entire time as shoyo and him recounted their time and experiences in high school and how they had traveled around the world since then.

by around four in the afternoon or so, shoyo had perked up, suggesting that they play volleyball which had riled up tooru, a smirk on his face as he teased the ginger, “oh? you think you can beat me if we play one on one, shrimpy?”

shoyo had grinned back, sitting up proudly and flaunting his sun-bronzed skin. tooru had gotten a little dark, too, but not nearly to the extent that shoyo had.

“you guys have fun sweating and running around in the sun,” you sighed, placing your hand over the one tooru had on your leg, “i’m going to go home.”

when tooru whined you hushed him with a finger to his lip, “you enjoy your time with shoyo. today is about you. i'll still be here when you guys are done playing.”

he gave you a slight pout but you knew you had won him over. he was never one to fight much, especially because he knows you only want the best for him, and he'd be lying if he didn't say he was excited to play against the orange-haired boy sitting across from him.

you had waved the two boys off as you split up after exiting the cafe, stopping by a bakery before running home. little did tooru know, this had been your plan all along and everything was going smoothly so far. shoyo was in on it too and had been assigned the job of distracting tooru while you got home.

tooru woke up with messages from his family, but none of his three closest friends. you’d seen the disappointment in his eyes although he tried to hide it, saying that they’d probably just text him later due to the big time difference between japan and brazil.

but in reality, they hadn’t messaged him because they had just arrived in brazil. they'd come to help you with decorations and to celebrate tooru, of course. you met the three at your door, each of them holding a bag or box with decorations and gifts inside.

“thank you guys for agreeing to do this with me, he’s gonna love it,” you smiled, opening the door and holding it open for the four of them to walk in.

“of course he will, he's gonna let out the most dramatic gasp ever when he sees something set up for him,” hanamaki said with an amused smile, slipping off his shoes.

“he’s gonna love anything, he’s never satisfied,” iwaizumi added with a roll of his eyes. “and he’ll probably complain that none of us texted him.”

“times never change,” mattsun whistled, stepping through the door last. “remember when we surprised him in the gym with the entire team? he wasn’t even happy until makki finally arrvied with the cake like an hour later.” 

“you gave me the wrong address, that was not my fault! and he wasn’t happy until i got there because he was waiting for me, not the cake,” makki retorted and the rest of them had laughed.

you had met his old teammates from high school a few times before on visits back to japan, and tooru continued to keep in touch with them while he was overseas. most often, on late nights that neither of you could sleep, he would ramble to you about the national volleyball team iwaizumi had been putting together.

you had also exchanged phone numbers with the three boys after hitting it off with them, which had come in handy for planning this birthday. you all worked quickly to hang up decorations around the foyer and kitchen while the cake you'd bought earlier stayed neat and pretty in the chilled fridge.

all the while, shoyo kept you updated on tooru through texts. they were on the way back to the apartment now after shoyo had insisted on walking with him back home.

“he’s almost here,” you informed, unable to contain the excited smile on your face as you slipped your phone back into your pocket. “everyone ready? iwaizumi, will you get the lights, please?”

you all waited in the dark until you heard their footsteps approaching, the muffled sound of their voices through the wall of the apartment. you lit the candles on the birthday cake, the warm, flickering flames providing the tiniest bit of light in the dark room, illuminating the neatly iced cursive that read out "happy birthday tooru ♡ " 

you heard his noise of surprise as the door swung open into the pitch black apartment before you stood up from your hiding spot behind the counter, “happy birthday, my love.”

 “y/n? is this why you left early?” he asked, a smile full of love and adoration on his face, looking at the dimly lit cake on the table.

you hummed in response, wrapping your arms around his neck, giving him a kiss before you looked at shoyo and gave him a nod.

the lights came on overhead, making tooru squint at the sudden brightness before he nearly fell forward from a slap to his back.

“happy birthday, man,” mattsun grinned, stepping into his sight before he saw iwaizumi and hanamaki as well.

“you guys?—” he started, frozen in place in surprise at seeing the three boys in his apartment. “you guys came all the way here for me?”

“no," hanamaki replied sarcastically with a shrug before giving tooru a hug, "we just happened to be in the area, you know. i’m thinking of moving to brazil and decided to stop by.

tooru lets out an offended huff at the joke, crossing his arms as hanamaki steps back. “i can’t believe you guys are really here. and even more i can’t believe none of you guys texted me! i thought you all had forgotten, you could have at least sent a message so i wasn’t moping around all day.”

you and iwaizumi both roll your eyes at his dramatic complaint as matsukawa laughs, “aw, did you miss us?”

“and where’s the fun in that, dumbass? we thought a happy birthday in person would mean more to you, anyway,” iwaizumi speaks up, revealing the gift bag he’s been hiding from behind his back.

tooru gasps, practically melting at the sight as he steps closer to his best friend, “well, i guess you guys were right. this means the world to me, thank you so much for coming.” he takes the bag from iwaizumi before pulling him into a tight hug that lasts a few seconds, and says more between the two than hours of talking could. they haven’t seen each other in months, but they’re still just as close as they’ve always been.

“and,” tooru says, turning towards you with a smile, “thank you for setting this all up, y/n.”

the party lasts a few hours, with mellow music playing in the background as the six of you catch up over a few drinks before everyone decides it’s a good time to head out back to their homes, leaving the two of you to collapse into bed. 

tooru is hugging you close, face nestled into the top of your chest as you comb your fingers through his hair and draw circles onto his back.

“did you have a good birthday?” you ask him, eyes closed as you both find rest in each other’s arms.

his shoulders relax with a deep sigh as he gives you a small nod, his face rubbing against your shirt.

“anything i can do to make it even better next year?” you talk softly, twirling his brown curls around your finger.

he hums in thought for a second before he peeks up from your chest, innocent brown eyes staring into yours. “more time with you next time,” he answers, mouth still muffled from your shirt. 

“what?” you chuckle, rubbing the back of his head, “i was with you nearly the entire day, and we live together. you see me every day.”

“ ‘s not the same,” he whines, nuzzling his face into your body again, “and today didn't count, 'cause i didn’t get any alone time with you.”

you can’t help but smile at his sweet words, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head, “but today is your day, tooru. i want you to see as many friends as you can. because we all care about you, and sometimes you need to be reminded of that, mr. i-don’t-tell-anyone-when-my-birthday-is.”

his grip tightens on the back of your shirt, “yeah, but i don’t need any of that if i have you. you make me feel loved and cared for. your happy birthday is the only one i care about hearing.”

“is that so?’ you reply, returning to raking through his hair.

he gives you another nod before looking up, one of his hands trailing up your back and tangling into the back of your hair, pressing your head down to meet his lips. “mhm,” he hums against your mouth, “all i need is you.”

his lips trail down your jaw and then to your neck, making you laugh as he moves down your sternum before he returns to his original position, holding you close, his face buried into you. “well then, i’ll keep that in mind next year. i’ll make sure everyone texts you happy birthday whether or not they fly across the world and i promise we'll get some alone time, okay?”

he hums in acknowledgment of your words, wrapping his arms tighter around you. “what’re you thinking about?” you ask softly.

“nothing,” he mumbles, “i just feel really happy right now. i have the best girlfriend in the world that cares so much about me and plans out all my birthdays to make me feel loved. and we’re lying in bed right now and i’m just listening to her talk and i feel so comfortable. like next year we could just lie here all day and i’d be the happiest man ever.”

you laugh at his words and he likes the way he can feel it reverberate through your chest because of how close he is. “you’re sweet, tooru. i’ll keep talking until you fall asleep then, okay?”

“mmkay,” he responds happily, moving his legs around under the sheets to hook around yours, intertwining your bodies.

you press another kiss to his head, smiling the entire time, your heart full of love for the man, “and if it really means that much to you to hear it from me, i’ll say it again, too. happy birthday, tooru. and i love you so so much. you’re the best man i could ever have fallen in love with.”

[elliespeach]

no chances part three | ellie williams

˗ˏˋ"and what is it that you think you do to me?" ´ˎ˗

pairing: ellie x afab reader synopsis: you and ellie are on rival volleyball teams and after letting your competitive nature get the better of both of you, tensions are high on the court. warnings: 18+ foul langauge, sexual decriptions, (eventual) smut between ellie n reader, ellie n reader smoke (thanks anon for the idea) an: U GUYSSSSS i adore that u all love this series so much thank u sm for the support its been overwhelming!! i appreciate everything sm :)) i hope u guys like this part, part four should be out later this week as well bc the tension is too high w these two buttt yahhhh ily guys enjoy

it had been nearly three weeks since the night in the hotel. the morning after had been awkward, after you both were fully awake and aware of your actions you didn’t speak of it, getting in your respective cabs and finally going home. you exchanged awkward byes, dreading the games to come in the upcoming weeks. 

the first game a week after was barely tolerable and ellie thought she was going to explode. she didn’t dare to make eye contact with you across the court in fear she would see the sleepy eyes that had looked at her so softly that morning and not be able to play right. your team won that week and you hadn’t teased ellie the whole game. you caught quick glances, seeing if she would look back at you but she never did, her hands firm on her hips and staring into the ceiling every free second she had. this carried on to the next game a week later and with every look not returned from her the hatred in your chest would grow.

you couldn’t place how you felt about it, the kiss, her hands on you and the very intimate cuddling in the small bed. how she is capable of actually being kind and you wondered what it would be like if circumstances were different. if she wasn’t someone who raised so much anger inside of you you never thought possible, but despite everything inside of you telling you to stop your mind always wandered to her. on the contrary, ellie knew how she felt. somewhere deep down she knew, but her pride was in the forefront of her mind and she didn’t allow herself to remember how sweet you smelled and how cute her sweats looked on you. ellie dismissed the thoughts every time, trying to remember just how angry you made her and for the most part it always worked. 

now it was the third game, three weeks after that night and ellie was desperately trying not to search for you in the clump that was your team on the sidelines. but her eyes darted, trying to see the black libero shirt in the sea of white ones. the game was nearly about to start and for a second she was disappointed she couldn’t find you but the gym doors burst open just as she was about to look away. you came in, hastily running over to your team and wiping your cheeks free of tears. 

ellie’s eyebrows furrowed as she watched you, even from far away she could see your eyes were puffy, your breathing slightly heavier than normal and she straightened her posture. it’s as if your team didn’t even notice your state and as your coach dismissed everyone to take their places on the court you took your spot in the back row, using your hand to wipe away the final tears that had fallen. 

for the first time in weeks ellie caught your eyes, tilting her head ever so slightly and raising her eyebrows. unlike her soft demeanor, you shot back daggers at her, your face resting in a grimace before refocusing your eyes elsewhere. maybe if she had acted like you existed before now your reaction would be different, but all you saw was the girl who had made your life in volleyball harder than it needed to be and in this moment you hated her for it. you hated her for kissing you, for giving you her own sweatpants, for cuddling with you. for everything. ellie was so caught up with you now that she finally allowed herself to look at you that she barely noticed when her team sent the first serve over the net. 

your outside hitter set the ball up to you and usually ellie’s eyes would remain on the ball but all she could see was you and your puffy eyes. something was obviously bothering you and ellie worried it was her who had caused this but quickly shook the thought from her head. she glared while you jumped up, stretching your hand and sending the ball back to her side with a hard smack. with all the rage inside of you from the day you had and now ellie, the ball went hurdling at her head and she couldn’t manage to hit it back up and it ricocheted out of bounds. 

the whistle blew indicating a point for your team and ellie’s eyes found yours again. this time your usual teasing expression was back while ellie’s mouth hung open in shock, her arms extending as if to say, what the fuck? “sorry,” you mouthed across the net, making sure she understood you perfectly. ellie bit down on her lips and decided to ignore you while the competitive nature in her stirred. somehow this felt more personal, like it wasn’t just a game anymore. 

your team served flawlessly, aiming the ball to the back left corner of ellie’s side. her team was able to get it over the net without her help but it was seconds before it was back in her court and she had to splat onto the ground to save it from touching the floor. her stomach skidded, her shirt doing little to protect her skin and it burned as she stood up. she barely registered it, the ball was moving too fast for her to notice and now she was determined to win this game. her scholarship the furthest from her mind, it was only to spite you. 

the white ball was passed between you and your team, your opposite hitter smashing it over the net but ellie’s own middle blocker sprung up and deflected the ball back into your court. you sprinted, falling to your knees as you hit it back up and over the net somehow. ellie huffed, feeling the adrenaline of the game as the ball came to her and her team expected a normal set from her but she had other plans. with you flustered from saving the ball, ellie took this as her opportunity and spiked the ball as hard as she could towards you. her own aim never being as precise as yours but this time the odds were in her favor and it came barreling towards you. 

you tried to save it but you fell short and the ball came to the ground harshly. you groaned as the whistle blew, picking yourself up and placing your hands on your knees to catch your breath, and your aggravation. feeling proud of herself, ellie took the praise from her teammates, high fiving those who offered and redirected her eyes to you shortly after. she had forgotten about her feelings in the rush of the unspoken competition between the two of you and a smirk formed on her lips. she dramatically lowered her hands to her knees, copying your stance, breathing extra heavy to mock you. there was a nagging voice in her head telling her to stop but she didn’t stop herself from mouthing clearly, “whose fault is that?”

you straightened, balling your fists at your sides as the referee blew his whistle and ellie’s team served the ball. it went back and forth and inevitably resulted in a point for your team when ellie’s middle blocker couldn’t stop the ball in time. ellie tried to meet your gaze but you didn’t dare, staring at the back of your teammates legs instead. you knew she would get you sat on the bench if she angered you anymore and you were desperate to win this game. ellie’s tongue pierced her cheeks when you didn’t. unlike the last two games, ellie spent the rest of the match trying to get you to look at her while you did everything not to. 

nearing the end of the match during a brief break, your coach pulled you to the side and ellie saw this as she sipped on her water. the two of you exchanged words and she couldn’t hear what you were saying but it was obvious you were angry, thrashing your arms around like you had at the lady in the hotel. while your coach was trying to calmly ration with you, you pushed past him bumping his shoulder and storming out of the gym. she looked back at her team and then to the doors that shut behind you. “fuck,” she whispered to herself, not believing what she was about to do. placing her water down on the bench, her feet started towards the exit to the gym. 

“williams, were about to start!” her coach hollered behind her and ellie barely turned around, not stopping. 

“not feeling well! send in someone else!” her words rushed out of her as she pushed open the double doors. her coach tried to respond but ellie was already out of the gym and he had no choice but to replace her as the game started. ellie heard the muffled whistle in the halls as she searched for you, her eyes moving to every corner you could possibly be hiding in but coming up short. 

her body led her to the bathroom and she cracked the door open just a bit to see you standing in front of the sink, your hands placed on the rims for balance. you hadn’t noticed and she shut the door again, standing outside of it contemplating her next course of action. what the fuck am i doing? and before she could come up with a good reason to go back into the gym, she opened the door and slowly entered the bathroom, the door swinging shut behind her. your head turned, seeing her and you scoffed bringing your head back down and wiping away the wetness on your cheeks. “the hell do you want?” you snarled, not looking at her.  

ellie blinked, stunned by your words and she fiddled with her hands. “okay then–” she muttered, turning on her heel and reaching for the handle to the door. usually she wouldn’t be so shocked by your hostility and she wasn’t sure why she expected you to be kind, but it tugged at her heart more than she would like to ever admit.

she had just grazed it when you spoke again, this time much softer. “i didn’t mean– fuck. i’m sorry,” you turned your body towards her and she did the same, her hand leaving the handle to the bathroom. “my coach is a dick.” you admitted, sniffing the tears back and letting your hands go up and crash down at your sides. 

“is that what’s actually bothering you?” ellie asked, unsure if she wanted to know the real answer but she could feel it was something more. she feared it was her and she wouldn’t blame you if it was. 

you laughed at the thought, looking back down at your hands. “aren’t you missing the game?” you asked her, avoiding her question and she sighed, dropping her shoulders. 

“if this is about me i–” 

“not everything is about you, ellie,” you lied to her, rolling your eyes in the process. your parents had spoken to you before the game, telling you how disappointed they were with how you’ve been playing recently. they were always nit-picky, usually it didn’t bother you, but when they mentioned how your eyes were always glued to the opposing libero instead of the ball it sent you overboard. you hadn’t even realized how distracted ellie made you the past couple weeks with her staring up at the ceiling and not returning the usual teases across the court. it infuriated you how clueless she was, even if she was acting. you sighed, “go back to the game.” 

“i don’t believe you,” she shook her head, annoyed with your blatant attempt to dismiss her. “if it’s about me just tell m–” 

“god, why do you even care?” you exclaimed harshly, you had spun back around to face her, your hands motioning with your words. “you couldn’t even look at me for weeks! you obviously don’t like me, so why are you here?” 

“i couldn’t look at you because i need my scholarship!” she shouted back, dropping the softness that she had entered the room with. “the one fucking game i do and look where i am!” her hands motioned to you and you scoffed as the words left her mouth. 

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” your arms crossed over your chest, staring at the girl in front of you. 

she blinked at you, contemplating her words until she let out a low sarcastic chuckle, “you know what? i don’t fucking care–” she turned, pulling open the door with such force it bounced off the wall behind it. she left the bathroom in a hurry and you were quick to follow her into the hallway. she did care but faced with admitting that to you made her stomach turn and she was determined to avoid it, and you. she stomped through the hallway, hearing you storm after her. she was nearing the exit doors when you finally spoke up. 

“it’s about you!” your voice reverberated off the empty hallway walls. you both could hear the game still being played in the distance, the muffled sound of the whistle made it’s way to the secluded hallway but it was ignored. ellie stopped in her tracks, her hand just on the handle to the exit. “you kissing me, you holding me!” your shouts were loud but your voice seemed sad almost, and ellie turned around. “then you just fucking avoid me like it was nothing?” 

“it was nothing–” she huffed, trying to convince herself of her own words. 

“i don’t believe you,” you repeated the phrase she used on you and took a risky step forward. “if it was nothing you’d be playing right now.” 

she sighed and her voice dropped to a quiet one, “whatever,” she knew you were right, that if it had truly meant nothing to her she wouldn’t have followed you into the bathroom. she wouldn’t have even cared if you were upset, but she did. and misplaced her anger for herself onto you because of it. she shoved open the exit door and let it slam behind her. you just watched her through the small slit windows in the door as she descended the steps and walked into the parking lot. 

ellie wasn’t sure why she couldn’t just admit to it; how often she replayed that night in her head. how it distracted her even in the most mundane of tasks. studying for an exam and the image of you sleeping on top of her clouded anything else in her mind. it overwhelmed her on the daily and during the games it felt almost unbearable, trying to focus on homework and all she could think about was your hands wrapped around her to pull her closer. how easily she had made you moan into her mouth, why kissing you felt like the most exciting thing she has done in the whole world. 

it’s like she couldn’t accept defeat, even though defeat looked like the most prized possession in the whole world. 

you sat in the hallway for a few moments after she disappeared from view. you bit down on your lip as her words echoed in your head. after expelling most of your anger out to her you were left with an unfamiliar feeling in your chest. it was similar to how you felt in the bathroom with her three weeks ago, only now it felt heavier. more unbalanced. you had started walking back towards the gym and as you got closer to the doors, the feeling that plagued you pulled you back.

taking in a deep breath you spun around, walking back towards the door she had left out of. you weren’t sure if continuing the conversation would make it go away, but as you pushed open the doors it felt less overwhelming. the cold air hitting you in the face as you did and your eyes scanned the parking lot. it was a lot colder than it was a few weeks ago, snow covered the ground lightly which somehow almost made it bright outside despite the dark sky above you. your eyes landed on the only figure in the lot, leaned up against a car in the far left. you crossed your arms, the cold already bothering you and you started to move towards her. her back was to you while she stared into the abyss that was the woods beside the lonely parked car. as you approached her, smoke was circling the air above her before dissipating with the wind. 

you stopped a few feet from the car, watching for a moment while she sucked on the blunt in her fingers, she hadn’t noticed you and you almost felt guilty about interrupting her thoughts. “thats illegal, you know,” you breathed out, keeping your voice soft in an attempt to actually talk to her. her head snapped back, her eyes rolling as soon as she saw who stood behind her. 

“you gonna tattle on me?” she questioned coldly, returning her focus to the woods and shifting her weight to the other foot. 

“not if you share, at least.” you moved so you were next to her, leaning against the back of what you assumed to be her car. she sighed, passing over the tightly wound blunt. “this your car?” 

she nodded, “i don’t trust the bus anymore,” there was a beat of silence before she continued, “i don’t get you.” she muttered, looking down at her feet. 

“well, that we can agree on,” you inhaled the smoke, “because i don’t get you either.” 

it was quiet like it had been on the walk that night, only now you two weren’t forced to be in each others presence, but neither of you made any attempt to leave. you inhaled again before passing it back to her and she immediately reached for it. her fingers lingered above yours before being yanked back and she took her own drag, exhaling the smoke into the air once again. 

“i never intended for this, you know,” she spoke beside you while handing you the blunt. her eyes didn’t meet yours as she did, they remained firm facing forward. 

“for what?” you asked innocently, feeling the high creeping up on you while you inhaled again, pushing the smoke back out to be swallowed by the wind. 

ellie was high herself, feeling relaxed even with you by her side and her words came easy to her, despite the small sober part of her brain begging her to stop talking. “i don’t like you on the court, but that doesn’t mean i wanna see you upset.” 

your head turned to face her at her confession, if you weren’t inebriated you probably would have shot back a gloating comment but this didn’t feel like the time. before you could respond, she kept going, “i couldn’t look at you because… you just don’t know what you do to me.” 

your eyes soften at her words and she finally looks at you, her red eyes squinty but filled with an emotion you couldn’t recognize, similar to the one in your chest that has been throbbing with every moment in her presence. “and what is it that you think you do to me?” you asked her quietly, your eyes going back and forth between hers. 

her eyes left yours to find your lips and you found yourself leaning into her. she did the same, pulling herself closer to you to connect your lips. your faces were inches apart, eyes fluttering closed when you two heard the front doors to the building opening, and both teams spilled out in chatter. it had pulled your focus, and your head swiveled to the doors but ellie’s eyes remained on you.

the crowd split into two, forcing their way onto the buses that sat outside the doors. you turned back to ellie, whose eyes never left you and she was still inches from your face. “i should go,” you spoke, a twinge of sadness lacing your tone, but following it up with a joke to suppress it, “don’t wanna miss the bus again.” 

you turned to leave, barely making it one step before her hand wrapped around your wrist. butterflies erupted in your stomach at her touch and you spun back around. “let me drive you back?” you had never seen her this way, her whole demeanor was the complete opposite of her usual hardness and it almost stunned you. 

“ellie you don’t hav–” 

“it’s the least i can do.” without so much of a second thought, you nodded. ellie gently took the blunt back from you, putting it out on the pavement. as you climbed into her car, the smell reminded you of her sweatpants. as her car warmed up, you watched as the buses left the parking lot leaving you two behind yet again. without knowing, you both were thinking the same thing: what am i doing?

part four

[fyodior]

APRIL 29TH

✰ pairing: chuuya x fem reader

✰ cw: cheating, alcohol, drunk reader, vaginal sex, semi-public. 18+, minors DNI!

✰ notes: continuing my tradition of writing lil blurbs for my boy's birthdays but being such a horrible procrastinator its always posted like hours too late :) anyway this is a bit angsty! hope u enjoy. and everyone blow a birthday kiss for the birthday boy chuuya. based off high infidelity by taylor swift, bc it's too fucking perfect how could i not. lyrics in red :)

✰ wc: 900 words

Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?

Chuuya’s birthday. The music was too loud, the room was too crowded, the drinks were too strong, but the grip he had on your waist was just right. He smirked as your hips swayed to the music and you giggled at nothing, throwing your arms around his neck. The two of you had never really spoken before, only brief conversations in passing - but right now his hand was drifting down past your hips, and you weren’t stopping it.

Your invitation to this party was very intentional. The sole reason Chuuya agreed to this whole bullshit celebration, anyway – if it were up to him, he’d be on his couch alone, shitfaced on a bottle of 1947 Château Lafite Rothschild and watching chick flicks no one else was allowed to know he enjoyed. But right now, Chuuya was stone cold sober. He needed to be of the soundest mind to obtain the only thing he wanted for his birthday: you.

He had to approach this situation very carefully, without a drop of alcohol in his system. Why? Because you had a boyfriend. But the candles had already been blown out, the birthday wish sent to the heavens – he couldn’t help what the universe put into place at this point. And he had touched himself too many times to the thought of you underneath him to give up now.

Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

Your head swam and body floated as you fell against Chuuya’s chest on the dance floor, the stuffy air and uncontrollable giggling making it hard to breathe. You pulled back so you could properly take in the man you were dancing with. The man who wasn’t your boyfriend. The man who wasn’t Dazai.

His red hair resembled fire, glowing from the blinding lights littered throughout the house, and his charming smile made your insides turn. He was a beautiful, beautiful man, one who had always caught your attention. You never let your gaze linger for too long, knowing Dazai was waiting at home for you.

But Chuuya’s most mesmerizing feature was his eyes. The flecks of gold hidden within the sea of blue resembled stars, and you found yourself webbing them together. To Chuuya, it just looked like you staring at him blankly, glossy-eyed and mouth slightly open.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, love?”

“I found the Taurus in your eyes,” you responded like it was the most obvious thing in the world, your smile lopsided.

Chuuya just chuckled and smoothly slid your drink out of your hands, figuring you had had enough for the night. Then he leaned in close to whisper something in your ear.

“Follow me, won’t you?”

He intertwined his fingers with yours before leading you out onto the secluded balcony he knew was attached to the second floor. The cool night air that hit your face was sobering, but not enough to resist the way Chuuya backed you against the rail. The metal dug into your back as he pressed his lips against yours, tangling his slender fingers into your hair. It was bad how easily you melted into the kiss, how little of a fight you put up against this man kissing you who wasn’t Dazai, but somehow, you couldn’t find it in you to care. Not with how electrifying his touch felt against your skin.

The moon was nothing but a sliver that night, the only light illuminating your sins coming from the stars above. But somehow, that felt right.

Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?

“Bet he never fucks you this good, huh?” Chuuya groaned into your ear, voice deep and raspy.

You could only moan in response, your grip on the cold railing tightening as he takes you from the back. Your dress had been pulled up and panties tugged to the ground to allow for his cock to bully its way into your all too welcoming cunt. Silent prayers and wishes for forgiveness left your lips as he pushed past your tight ring of muscle, but soon were forgotten as he bottomed out.

The music and chaos of the party below you were barely audible anymore, drowned out by the sounds of skin on skin, and the feeling of Chuuya’s cock rubbing against your sweet spot again and again. He had one hand on the railing for leverage, the other leaving bruises on your hip as he pounded into you.

“Please, more,” you found yourself whining, saliva gathering at the corners of your lips. Chuuya smirked.

“Of course, baby.”

Soon his hand was underneath your knee to hike your leg up, allowing for him to fuck you at an even better angle, and you were putty in his hands. Chuuya was almost holding you up at this point, so overwhelmed and so full your body was about to give out.

All too soon you were left empty, save for the sticky white that trickled down your inner thighs and onto the hardwood of the balcony. Chuuya squatted down to help you pull up your underwear and adjust your dress, before trapping you against the metal rail once more, arms closing around you and teeth finding your earlobe.

“Come home with me, darling.”

I didn’t know you were keeping count.

[anystalker707]

Little secrets

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x [gender neutral] Reader Words: ~ 3 800 Summary: Zoro always insists a little too much that they stop by a specific island then disappears until they need to leave again. What's going on? Tags: Sub! zoro, dom! reader, embarrassed zoro, pet names, very fluffy Somewhat inspired by @sinsterdarling 's fanfic Not proofread Probably ooc characters, bc im also very dumb MASTERLIST

          Zoro's eyes narrowed a little as he finally saw the island in the distance and, as much as he could feel certain relief, something also twisted inside his chest because the ship just couldn’t meet the shore soon enough. His grip around his swords was almost too tight, hurting his palm a little until he was forced to let go and find something to do until they reached the island, but it still felt like an eternity until it was finally time to toss the anchor down in the water.

It felt good to finally be on land for once in a while, to have firm ground under your feet. A quiet sigh of relief escaped Zoro's nose as he looked around, tucking his hands into his pockets.

Zoro yawned, watching the others stretch, and check their surroundings. It wasn't much different than the last time they'd been there. The stands near the shore sold fresh seafood, the reason of the incessant shouting of prices and products to attract the high volume of people that walked by. The island wasn't just the Strawhat's usual destination. A few other ships had docked there, being loaded or already leaving to the open sea without the worry of being stopped by the marine. Truly a paradise if it weren't so offhand because of their new routes. Zoro almost had to insist a suspicious amount for them to make a stop there.

The weather was quite nice. It was hot enough to take a bath in the warm sea water, but not too hot that you'd feel like in hell after standing under the sun for longer than five minutes, with a heat that was soothed by the soft breeze. Soft white clouds adorned the blue sky, once in a while blocking the sunlight for a few minutes. It felt perfect. Almost like a home.

"Hey." Zoro attracted their attention. "We are leaving just tomorrow, right?"

"Most likely." Robin hummed and nodded along with Luffy after the two shared a look.

"Right," Zoro exhaled. "I'll meet you tomorrow. Don't bother looking for me or anything, I know my way around."

“Are you sure? You don’t even know left from right.” Sanji clicked his tongue as he shook his head.

“And you don’t even know your own name the moment you see a woman!” Zoto shouted, his hands balling into fists by his sides.

Sanji groaned, eye twitching, and sucked in a breath just to interrupt himself the moment Luffy steps in between the two. “Ohh, look at that! Sanji, do you think you can prepare me something with that?” Everyone followed the direction he pointed at to see a proud man selling octopus that looked better than most of what they saw around.

“Tch.” Sanji sighed. “Of course. Let’s go.”

Zoro turned on his heels to start his own little journey, but stopped when he heard his name being called. Nami stood there with some papers in hands, raising an eyebrow at him. “Are you sure you’ll be fine, Zoro? Where are you even going?”

He rolled his eyes with a soft sigh, though all he bothered doing was to glance back at her. “I will be fine. Let me go, I don’t want to lose any more time.” 

“Ohh, Zoro is full of secrets!” Usopp told Chopper, who giggled along with him. As much as these comments had Zoro’s muscles twitching for him to hit their heads so they’d shut up already, he didn’t want to waste more of his precious time on the island. He closed his eyes for a moment and took in a deep breath so he could focus again.

Right. He was supposed to walk to the right until he saw a sorta alligator–shaped rock, then turn left and follow up to the woods. There was a red ribbon attached to the tree next to the way he should follow—a red ribbon along with some carvings, which sight already almost had him blushing. Swallowing thickly, he glanced around to make sure no one had followed him. There truly wasn’t anyone, but he still held his breath as making his way further down the trail into the woods.

Everything was fine until the way divided itself in two. Zoro didn’t remember whether he was told to go down the way with the tall tree or to avoid it. He stood there for a long moment, just staring at the tree while trying to remember what he had been told. First, alligator rock, then red ribbon, then... tall tree or not tall tree? Fuck off, why was it so difficult to remember? Well, it must’ve been tall tree, right? Or else he would’ve been told to follow the pebbles’ side.

With a shrug, Zoro took the right side and just kept walking, but... Something felt a little off. The ground was muddy, and he was sure it wasn’t supposed to be like that.

“Fuck...” Zoro clicked his tongue, turning around to follow the way back to that intersection. Maybe it really was about avoiding the tall tree direction. Who knew, huh. Now, he just needed to find that intersection and... No way he had walked that much away from it, so why did it never come?

Okay, it didn't seem good. Zoro stopped and scratched the back of his neck as he observed his surroundings. He couldn't see anything after a certain distance because of how the trees embraced the area, so returning to his starting point seemed a little out of question at the moment. The view was beautiful, either way, with the sun poking in through the leaves of the trees, but it was difficult to appreciate it with all the thoughts rushing through his head. Maybe he could set a direction and just walk because he would certainly reach somewhere at some point. Either way, he continued looking for something familiar on his way, walking a little slower than the last time, paying attention to every single sound and detail.

"Oh, what a good surprise!" The sudden voice had Zoro jumping, turning around abruptly, just for the tension to wear out at the moment he saw a familiar face there, giving place to a nice sensation as he felt his heart flutter. It was as if his body had its own mind, taking Zoro to them in swift steps. "Hi! How are you?"

No response came, instead only a warm hug that had both of them content. The world seemed to fall quieter once Zoro found them. His cheeks felt warm when he pulled away and looked at you, eyes flickering over each inch of your figure to take in the sight he had missed so much. His hands held onto your upper arms maybe a little tighter than needed, but he couldn’t risk letting any second near you go unused.

“How are you doing, pretty boy?” You repeated yourself with a soft smile as you gazed at Zoro—he always loved the way you looked at him, as if he was worth something. “I missed you.”

Zoro hummed almost inaudibly, finally nodding. “Doing well, yes. What about you?” As much as you knew it, he wanted to say that he missed you as well, to tell how much he had insisted for his friends to stop by at the island again, but the words just stopped at his throat and left him with an embarrassment and guilt that barely let Zoro look at you in the eyes.

“Fine, yes, but better now that my pretty boy is here with me.” You had a soft smile on your features. Your hand cupped Zoro's cheek softly so you could press a kiss to his face, which made him press his eyes shut for a moment as his cheeks burned hotter. "Come on, I will prepare you something to eat. You must be tired." Your hand fit just right around Zoro's, warm and protective.

Zoro hummed softly, ignoring the fact he had been walking in a completely different direction the whole time. His eyes fell to your other hand, seeing a large shopping bag. "Do you want help?"

"No, darling, it's fine." You smiled softly. "We're almost there, either way."

The place you lived in wasn't too modest nor too luxurious, with enough space for your whims and very well kept. It was almost a cottage, both for its aesthetic and also the way it was situated in a nice clearing with a lake near it, in the middle of the woods, a good distance away from anyone else. You also cultivated a few plants, so there was a beautiful flower garden by the front and a small vegetable one by the back. It was one of the most beautiful sightings for Zoro.

The house still smelled just like he remembered. Not much had changed either since the last time he'd been there, saving for a few of the furniture that changed place and the new decoration.

Inside that bag, you had food, which you carefully put away while Zoro made himself home. He couldn't help but to spot some ingredients for his favorite dish. It was almost as if you knew he was coming, and he wouldn't be surprised if you really did.

There, surprisingly, was a place where he could feel comfortable without his swords hanging from his waist. Not only did he know that you were strong enough to face any threat that attacked the island, but he was also sure he would be one of your priorities when it came to protection.

Zoro didn't really know what to do with his hands as he sat on the kitchen table, watching you assemble ingredients and stir pans until a few plates were set in front of him. There were pancakes, toasts, fruits, honey, hot chocolate, coffee, milk...

"Thank you." His voice was small and quiet, but still made it to your ears and snatched a soft smile from you that made something bubble up inside his chest. Zoro was quick to start eating, balancing it between eating it all at once because of how hungry he was and savoring each bit because he didn’t have the opportunity of eating your food everyday. Fingers touched the hair on the base of his neck, running through the short green strands in a soothing motion that had him closing his eyes for a moment whilst leaning into the touch. His eyes parted open to meet yours—you had a cup in hand while observing him quite adoringly. It somehow made him feel small, though not small as in when he met with an enemy who was resistant to his swords, but as in a way he could be held in someone’s palm knowing he wouldn’t be crushed.

“Is it good, honey?”

He swallowed. “Yes. Thank you so much.”

The constant rush Zoro’s life was in seemed to take an eventual pause when he was there, that small house in a little island making him feel so loved and protected as if it were a palace filled with gold and protected by a thousand gods; so being with you was something like finally allowing himself to rest and feel the weight on his back and chest without feeling guilty that he was somehow losing time.

A soft crack came from Zoro’s back as he groaned while throwing his intertwined hands above his head to stretch. The couch was way too comfortable, but he couldn’t sleep, not right now. He wanted to enjoy every little second with you, more and more, and just being pressed to you didn’t work. A whine almost escaped his throat with it. Almost. Instead, it was a soft him of appreciation because of how your lips met his.

The kiss was slow, but still very intense; the reason and the reward for escaping every adventure alive and in a whole piece, even if the times Zoro showed up to see you had more and more time between each other. He deepened the kiss at that thought, feeling a shiver run down his spine at how your hand met the side of his neck, letting your thumb run against his jaw soothingly.

“Tell me, honey,” you whispered against his lips before kissing your way down to his jaw. “Tell me where you’ve been and what you’ve done.”

A breath caught in his throat until he could finally get used to the soft touches. “I’ve been to somewhere called Skypiea and— And we met another god,” he told.

          “I don’t know if you have ever noticed this...” Usopp attracted everyone’s attention, or at least had Nami, Robin, Sanji, and Chopper looking at him while Luffy wolfed down all the food they’d ordered from a local restaurant. “...but Zoro disappears every single time we come here. What do you think he is up to?”

Because Nami had insisted they ate some of the local cuisine, they ended up looking for a restaurant where they could take a break from their shopping and goods-hunting and sit down to eat, checking what they’d gotten already and what was still to be found. Sanji didn’t seem exactly pleased with it, but ended up going along with it. 

“He is running away from working! He didn’t even take the list of stuff we need to find!” Nami slammed a fist against the table, having Chopper lean away a little with wide eyes, an opposite to how Robin just chuckled.

“Secret mission!” Chopper spoke up, raising an arm. “Or he just goes off somewhere to sleep!”

“Or maybe he sees someone. Or avoids someone.” Robin smiled. “He wouldn’t insist for us to come here just so he could sleep, don’t you think?”

Chopper gasped. “You’re smart, Robin!” He snatched another chuckle from her.

“Of course she is! Only she could think so reasonably!” Sanji nodded frantically.

“I suggest we confirm it,” Usopp chuckled as he rubbed his palms together. “We should follow him!”

“I’m in!” Chopper raised an arm again, almost jumping on the chair, whilst Sanji shrugged.

Nami stared at Usopp for a moment, lips pressed together as she contemplated whether she agreed with it or not. It wasn’t much of her interest what Zoro was doing since he always came back when it was time to leave, but now that Usopp had brought it up and they started making theories... She would be pleased to kick his ass once she found him sleeping somewhere to avoid the job all of them had to do. Or even annoy him for any embarrassing hobby.

“Okay...” Nami nodded.

They had to find Zoro first, that was the hard part. He didn’t come back to the ship at night, so maybe he would come back the following day to make sure they’d leave or stay for a little longer. They needed to keep their eyes wide open for any moss-head.

Luffy was intrigued, an arm over his chest and a finger under his chin while observing whatever food some random old man prepared in front of him, promising it was the best meal in the world. Maybe Sanji could do it if Luffy memorized all of the steps. There were tomatoes, a random fruit, some seasoning...

"Hey, Luffy."

"Hi, Zoro," he replied, voice distant.

"Are we returning today for real?" Usually, they never returned on the day they decided at first because there was always something missing, but Zoro better confirm if he didn't want Nami complaining the whole time and intereupting his precious naps.

"Hmmm... no," Luffy mumbled, "Usopp mentioned something about finding someone..."

Zoro raised an eyebrow, but settled down for not asking anything, only humming with a nod. Luffy barely paid attention to anything normally, so now it would be impossible—he gasped as the man finally handed him the food and started wolfing it down immediately, so Zoro just didn’t even try and started walking away. He wouldn't get lost his time, hopefully. You had given him a paper with the directions.

Luffy had finished eating when Nami approached him, sighing. "Hey, did you see anything?"

"Uh, yeah. Zoro was just here asking if we will really leave today, but I told him not yet," Luffy explained with his hands on his hips.

"Zoro?!!" Nami gasped as she threw her hands in the air, frantically waving for the rest of the group to come by. "And you didn't even call us?! How long has it been?!"

Luffy shrugged. "A couple of minutes."

"There's still time!"

The group left, ignoring the old man madly shouting at Luffy for not paying a thing, but they were already too far and too worried to care about it. The shouting mess tudned quiet at the moment they caught on Zoro's track, standing all together and following him in small steps to make sure he didn't notice he was being followed. Either way, it didn't seem like he would notice them that easily, no—he would eventually pause and rub the back of his neck, muttering to himself and the piece of paper that he held in hand.

"Why does he have that bag? Where did it even come from?" Nami narrowed her eyes, balancing on her toes with Chopper on her back. The six of them crouched behind a bush in a poor excuse of hiding.

A light brown bag hung from Zoro’s back, one that couldn't be theirs. They'd never bought that thing.

"He has a map in hand, I believe," Usopp hummed, rubbing his chin. "Do you think he is delivering something?"

"Looks like it," Chopper muttered, and looked at the others. Robin just gazed at each of them with a light entertained smile on her lips. Sanji, on the other hand, never let his gaze leave Zoro; Chopper could faintly hear him grumbling under his breath about how Zoro preferred to work for others rather than helping them and not even share the berries he earned.

Robin chuckled a little. “Well, let’s hope he really doesn’t lose himself, don’t you think?”

“He must be already lost!” Sanji clicked his tongue.

The way was a little agonizing. The destination never came and they almost had heart attacks whenever Zoro turned around to remake his way because he’d taken a wrong turn—it was hard to know if he even knew where he was going.

Now, Zoro had been stopped for over five minutes already and had no sign of going anywhere so soon. Nami broke the silence with a groan, “we should just confront him already! Z—”

“Zoro!” A voice called, having the six of them jumping and shutting up while they looked around for its source in the direction Zoro turned to. “Over here, honey! I knew you’d get lost!”

“Sorry!” Zoro clicked his tongue, folding the map to shove it in his pocket as he finally started walking again. “I did get everything, though! Check if it’s exactly what you wanted, or else I’ll go back!”

“I knew it!” Sanji shook his head, exhaling.

Once Zoro was a good distance away, they decided to follow him, stopping by the last bushes and trees around the clearing. Their chins fell simultaneously at the sight of the cottage—vines with light purple flowers crawled up the creamy walls, but the ones on the garden could almost be found in all colors, and Luffy already licked his lips at the sight of watermelons growing strong around the side of the cottage.

“Wait... who is that?” Usopp narrowed his eyes as he lowered his binocles, taking a closer look at you. He pressed his lips together, trying to figure out whether you were someone familiar or not.

All of them gasped in unison, however, at the sight of Zoro throwing his arms around your neck while you held onto his hips, pressing a kiss to his cheek before your lips met in a soft kiss. “Thank you,” you said softly. “Do you wish to prepare a cake with me? I would appreciate your help, it seems like we are going to need more food today.”

Zoro furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at you, pulling away a little. “What do you mean?”

“Well, it seems like your friends have found their way after you.” You smiled, tilting your head so you could look past Zoro at the group poorly hidden there. Zoro’s eyes widened at the same moment he whipped his head around, cheeks burning crimson at the sight of his six followers, who sweatdropped, mumbling incoherent excuses.

“What the fuck are you doing here, you idiots?!” He shouted, making you laugh.

“Aw, c’mon, it’s not bad to have visits once in a while!” You pressed a soothing kiss to Zoro’s cheek. “C’mon! Don’t be ashamed, come in!” Waving, you invited them to approach so you could make it into your place.

Weird was an understatement. Who could even imagine they would see Zoro stand there in an apron with you standing behind him, guiding his hands through kneading the dough. Whatever was going on among the others, was just white noise in the back of his mind since time with you was more worth it than whatever the six idiots would tease him for, he could deal with that later.

Everything was already in the oven when you served them more of the tea and biscuits to distract their hunger while the food was still being prepared. “Make yourself home,” you reminded them while serving Robin.

“Your tea tastes very good, (y/n), thank you for it!” Robin smiled before she took another sip of it.

“Why, thank you!”

“But who are you?” Chopper still seemed a little scared, feeling extra small as he sat between Sanji and Usopp for safety reasons. “Wh—Why haven’t we seen you before?”

You shrugged a little, humming. “I’m not sure, but I remember meeting my pretty boy when he got lost around here.” Your fingers ran through the short green strands, worsening the almost permanent blush Zoro already had.

“Pretty boy, hm?” Sanji smirked.

“You’re just jealous you have no one, you perverted cook!” Zoro shouted, standing up and leaning across the table in Sanji’s direction.

“Jealous? With Nami and Robin?” Sanji shouted with a scoff, mirroring Zoro’s position.

Nami rolled her eyes, not even trying to say anything because she wasn’t the one embarrassing herself in someone else’s house, either way.

“Well, it is nice to meet all of you!” You smiled, pouring more tea into the cup that Luffy extended to you. “I have heard a lot.”

“I hope he actually said something good!” Nami gave Zoro a side eye, though it was more of a glare that had him growling.

“Of course!” You chuckled with a nod.

“Hey, Zoro,” Luffy spoke up, “what’s that on your neck? Did a mosquito bite you or something?”

Zoro seemed confused until his eyes widened and converted his neck immediately, blushing profusely. “You idiot!!!”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 43

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Sex and violence (as always)

This one is a longer one bc I worked on it all week long. Hope y'all enjoy <3

Kidding Around

Killer helped you escape Kid's death grip in the morning so you could participate in the sunrise coffee ritual that you had established with him. It was clear that Killer was an expert after so long with Kid, switching you with a pillow that Kid then squeezed to himself. You stood on the bow with Killer, one of his arms casually around your waist. With him, silences weren't awkward. You watched together as the sun peeked over the horizon with its grapefruit-pink rays. They shifted orange then pale yellow as the dawn evolved. 

"What are your goals, Killer?"

"To make Kid king of the pirates."

"After that."

"I doubt Kid will want to stop pirating. Maybe we'll return to our hometown and turn it around. I could have a restaurant." Killer prompted, "And you?"

"I don't know anymore."

His hand squeezed your hip reassuringly. He had noticed that you stopped talking about your revenge as much and that you rarely checked your specialized log pose. He didn't think you had given up on it, just put it on the back burner. 

When the sun climbed high enough in the sky to clear the horizon, you squinted. There was a black shape. "Land ho!" You looked up to the crow's nest wondering who was up there. They weren't doing their job. You caught a glimpse of big, poofy, orange hair as Quincy darted away from the ladder, wearing just a robe, probably trying to avoid being seen before everyone woke up.

"That's odd. I thought Nu was on watch." 

"I think he had a visitor," you said with a cheeky inflection. That's cute. Quincy was with the other ginger on board, the one with the mohawk and tiny glasses. 

"Damn it. I told everyone to knock it off with that shit. They need to be alert."

"I would like to go on record to state I have never hooked up with anyone there."

"You haven't been up there with Wire then. He has a way of talking people out of their pants."

"WIRE?!"

"It's his secret talent."

"Has he....done that to you?" You bit your lip, eyeing him with curiosity. 

"Decline to comment." He headed towards the galley to start breakfast. "Come on. Everyone will be eager to eat and get off the ship."

This island was essentially neutral. There were pirates and marines alike, though the marines were few. They were probably only there to restock supplies. You smirked as you went by a group of them atop Mini's back, daring them to engage you as they stared wide-eyed at your jacket. They decided that you were simply an imitation. The real Sea Snake was dead, obviously. It would be unwise to put them down in public anyway, so you let them be. 

You had left before anyone could stop you, not that they would, but you didn’t want to be burdened with being dragged around for errands. Kid was quite disappointed when he couldn’t find you. He had gone into his workshop to see if there was anything he needed more of, and had finally noticed the small renovation you had done. He had wanted to take you with him while he did business before that, with the intention of ending up conveniently together just in time for dinner, and he wanted that even more now. Kid didn’t want to ask you on a date per se. He did want to be alone with you in a context other than the bedroom, however. You had been showing him favor lately and with the new information that you were similar to him in more ways than he thought, Kid felt more comfortable with the idea of getting close to you. Of course he didn’t like you like that. He simply thought you had potential to graduate from fuck buddy to fuck close friend.  There were a few things you wanted to purchase. First, though, you had been waiting for a chance to be in a more open area. It was very difficult to train with Mini on the ship, both because she was enormous and because you would break the ship. Plus, Mini could use a bit of exercise. Being cramped on the ship for too long wasn’t good for her. Mini walked until you were both deep in the forested part of the island, in a clearing. For several hours, until you were both out of energy, you practiced new skills and techniques. You flopped on Mini as she laid down, both taking a quick rest. 

Hunger woke you from rest. The sun was much lower than it had been when you had closed your eyes. Your nap went longer than intended. You felt very refreshed afterwards though, so you didn’t mind one bit. The two of you headed back towards the ship, Mini split off from you to return, while you kept going to find a place to eat.

Kid was in a bad mood. How hard was it to find a huge raging monster and a boar? All while he was taking care of some errands, he was keeping an eye out for you, but failed to catch a glimpse. Even when he came across the other officers, none of them had seen you either. The thought had crossed his mind that maybe you dipped on them, or worse, maybe someone had taken you. That thought bothered him more than he thought it would. Actually, the longer the day went on without finding you, the more he dwelled on it. He growled to himself, frustrated that he couldn’t shake you from his mind.

You found yourself in a dimly lit, grungy bar. Every man who initially approached you turned tail as soon as they saw your face, whether it was from your stank eye or from your scars, you didn’t know. You were leaned back with your feet kicked up on the table and a beer in your hand, somewhat tucked in the corner of the bar. You liked privacy and you liked being able to see the entire room, no need to look over your shoulder. 

The door swung open, a big red ogre behind it. He looked pissed and stomped straight to the bar. You were surprised Killer wasn’t with him, or anyone for that matter. You called a waitress over and handed her a note to deliver to him. You were going to send him a beer but the bartender put one down in front of him before he even asked. The waitress handed the slip of paper to Kid and scampered away, which was probably for the best since he whipped around angrily to see who sent the note. His eyes didn’t soften, but they did brighten when he saw that it was you. 

“What crawled up my ass?” Kid crumpled the note and threw it at you. He grabbed a chair and dropped his body into it across from you. “YER the one who crawled up my ass.” He pointed in an accusatory way.  Your eyebrow twitched up. “Me?” You looked him up and down. “If I was in your ass, you wouldn’t look so mad. I promise you that.” 

“Shut up.” Kid rolled his eyes. “I’ve been lookin for ya all day. Thought ya might have got stolen.”

“Bet you would have loved if someone took me off your hands.” You have him a questioning look. “But why? Need me for something?”

Kid reached across the table and tugged your collar. “Nah, yer mine now, girlie. They would have ta take ya from my cold, dead hands.” He grinned so big it almost split his face in two. “And that’s not happenin.” 

That made your heart quicken. You looking into his amber eyes, hiding your soft spot for him. “You still didn’t answer the question.”

”Ah, well,” Kid didn’t have a great excuse. He wasn’t going to tell you the true reason. “Was gonna see if ya wanted to spar with me.” What a dumb fuckin lame-ass excuse. Idiot! 

You shrugged. “Sure.” Weird that something as small as simply wanting to spar upset him earlier. There was definitely more behind it. 

“Really? I mean good.” He swirled the beer around in his mug.  There was a bit of an awkward silence. 

Clearing your throat, you mentioned, “I have some things to do first. Didn’t get to em today.” You tapped your fingertips on the table. “Was gonna ask Heat to come with me cuz I need more clothes and he’s good at picking outfits, but I guess you could come.” You quickly added, “If you want. Because it’s just easier that way.” The dim lighting hid the blush on your face. 

“Ha! I’m way better at picking outfits than Heat.” Kid leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms.

”Real outfits, Kid,” you warned, “Not lingerie.” 

“Yeah yeah. Real clothes. Whatever.” He waved you off, cursing you mentally for putting images of you in lingerie into his head.

You both sat and drank your beers, Kid propping his feet up on the table as well. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him stare at you a few times. What’s that about? Your ears perked up when some very drunk man was asking about how someone disabled could be a pirate, assuming they were talking about you with your missing eye. It was clear who they were talking about when he made a joke about an unarmed pirate captain.

It did tick you off when people talked about your imperfections, but fuck did it have you seeing red when you realized it was directed at Kid. You could tease him and make fun of him. You would NEVER bring his involuntary amputation into it, however. That was crossing a line. You don’t even think he heard it, judging from his lack of reaction and how he looked at you in confusion as you got up from the table. You didn’t feel like behaving tonight. There was an itch for violence that you needed to scratch. Maybe defending Kid was just an excuse to let some steam off. He certainly didn't need you to defend him.

”Wanna say that again?” You stood at the man’s table, palms resting flat against it.  The man grimaced when he saw your face. “What? You defending your cripple boyfriend? Seems about right an ugly cunt like you would be with him.” 

“It seems that you don’t know who either of us are.” You smiled at him and his companions. Anyone who had heard of Eustass Kid would know that he was far from incapable with one arm. “That’s cute. You must have been on the sea for what? Five minutes?”

The man’s companions laughed nervously as he kept up. “Bitch, if you’re not gonna take that prosthetic out and let me skull-fuck that butchered face, I would get lost.”

You reached up and pulled your log pose from your eye socket, rolling it around in your fingers. Faster than he could react, you grabbed his hair, slammed his face on the table, pulled it back up, and shoved your eye into his mouth as far back as you could push it. “Swallow it.” His eyes were wild and he clawed at the arm holding his hair. “I said SWALLOW IT.” 

He gagged and choked, holding his throat, before gasping for air. “WHAT THE FUCK?” His eyes were watery as he stared at you with bewilderment. 

“Actually, I’m gonna need that back.” You grabbed a steak knife from the table and grinned at him.

”No please…” The man was sweating, scared shitless.

“Apologize to him.” You pointed at Kid, who was still relaxed in his seat, enjoying the show. 

“I-I’m sorry, S-sir.”

”Eustass Kid,” you corrected.

The man’s eyes widened with realization, that he fucked up big time. He started to plead for his life almost immediately.

You thrusted the knife into his stomach and tore it open. “Unfortunately, I do still need that.” His hands tried to grab yours away but kept slipping from the blood. His screams were really fucking up the atmosphere of the bar. You pushed into the open wound with your hand, searching for your eye. “Skull-fuck, huh? You’re lucky I don’t have a dick or I’d fuck you right in this warm, wet hole of yours.” Your hand found what it was looking for and retrieved the small orb. Dunking it in his companion’s beer, you cleaned it off and stuck in right back where it belonged. 

His two companions, trembling and trying not to catch your eye, dragged him off, leaving a trail of blood behind. He might live. You thought about cutting his arm off since he had such nice things to say about Kid’s amputated limb, but what you did was much more satisfying and cruel. 

You felt a metallic arm pulling you into Kid’s lap. “Yer so fuckin hot when ya get like this,” Kid growled in your ear lowly.

You grabbed his beer, having finished your own, and chugged the rest of it. “This bar sucks. Let’s go somewhere else.” You trailed a finger down his exposed chest. “I feel like fucking some shit up.”

Kid’s signature laugh rang out through the bar. “Then let’s fuck some shit up.” He grabbed your chin. “How could I say no to a bonnie lass like yerself?” 

You made a fake retching noise. “Quit with that flattery bullshit.” Kid didn’t have to do any of that. If he wanted to fuck, you were down. “I’ll fuck you later.”

Kid frowned as you took his hand and dragged him out of his seat. He meant what he said. Of course, he wanted to fuck, too. Beside the point, you let Killer say nice things about you, but you didn’t take Kid seriously and that bothered him. 

You and Kid started a fight with anyone that looked at you sideways. Kid held someone still for you to beat up and you did the same for him, laughing maniacally as you did so. Alternating between knocking someone’s lights out, getting sloshed at different bars, and making out in dark corners, the two of you ended up walking to the very edge of the island. There wasn’t much else but beach here. You had no idea what time it was and no idea how you were still standing. Kid supported your weight as you walked through the sand in an incredibly unsteady gait. There was a piece of driftwood that was just big enough for you two to sit on. You leaned heavily against Kid and he put the excess fabric of his coat around your shoulders. 

For how drunk you were, Kid was impressed with how you deftly undid his belts and snuck your hand into his pants. It was known by now that arousal came as a package deal with your aggression. His thick shaft hardened quickly under your hand, happy to oblige whatever needs you had. Kid let his head fall back, enjoying the feeling of your small hand struggling to jerk him off. He let out an impatient huff when your hand started to slow, before stopping altogether. His amber eyes flicked to where your hand was limp around his cock and your head rested in his lap. “What the fuck?” That bitch fell asleep. Kid groaned. It was feeling so good too. He swallowed thickly. You clearly wanted to give him a handy, so there wasn’t anything wrong with helping you finish the job, right? He stuck his own hand down his pants and enveloped yours with his grip, tightening your hold on his cock. The feeling of doing something just a little bit wrong and in public to boot, sent a thrill right to his balls. He finished himself quickly with your hand, his pulsing cock emptying into it with a grunt. Kid snickered to himself with the thought of you waking up with your hand dried shut.

Kid had already pissed you off, not because your hand had been glued shut with his cum, which was admittedly funny, but because he had to put his two cents into every single thing you looked at. You wanted a second weapon to dual wield. You loved your gunblade and it was versatile though it still had limits. Every weapon you picked up, Kid chided you for picking something so low quality. You were deeply regretting inviting him along. You picked up a curved sword to inspect the blade.

”Shit metal. Shit craftsmanship.” Kid’s arms were folded and he looked just as annoyed as you did.

You finally stood toe to toe with him, pressing your finger to his sternum. “If you think everything in this town is shit, why don’t you make me something useful. Impress me, magnet boy.” 

“Magnet man.” Kid unfolded his arms. “Fine. I will. And it’ll be so good it’ll blow yer tits off.” He went to flick your nipple but you slapped his hand away.

After perusing possibly every weapon this town had to offer, you moved on to your next task: clothes shopping. Kid had actually picked out some tasteful outfits. He did manage to sneak a few, more risqué items in, though they were cute so you did entertain the idea of buying them. You also found a little outfit that Kid agreed Heat would be enamored with. You found a few more things, including some more bold choices, since you wouldn’t fit in without at least one pair of stupid ugly pants. You threw everything into a pile and returned with your normal clothes on. When you went to pay, the man behind the counter said that your boyfriend had already paid.

It shouldn’t piss you off but it did. “I told you to stop doing that shit.” You jabbed Kid’s side and grabbed the bag from his hands. 

“Doing what?” 

You couldn’t even say it without getting embarrassed. “You know.” You held the bag up. “The compliments and … nice gestures.” You huffed. “It’s weird. We’re not…anything.” Kid was just your fuck buddy, nothing more. No feelings were involved, or that’s what you told yourself. 

Kid knew that was true, though he thought he might want to be something to you. “Didn’t say we were. I can’t do something nice?”

”You’re Eustass Kid. You’re not nice.” 

“Whatever. Ungrateful hag.”  “Thank you. Much better.” You smiled at him.  Kid grumbled and complained for the rest of your shopping trip, eventually dragging you to a street vendor to eat since he was getting progressively more hangry. This time you paid, insisting on it to make yourself even with him. You both got some kind of saucy meat on a stick and found a tree to sit under. Kid wolfed his down in about a minute while you took a few more to finish yours. 

“What?” You said sharply, noticing Kid snickering at you.

”Yer a messy eater, ain’t ya?”

You froze as he used his thumb to wipe sauce from your cheek, popping it in his mouth. You huffed, mostly to avoid blushing. 

Kid seemed like he had something on his mind. “About the other night…”

”I won’t mention it. Don’t worry.” You knew he had a reputation to keep up.  “I was going to thank ya.”

”Oh. It’s not a big deal.” You sighed. “Listen I know what I just said, but it is refreshing to see that you’re not always a giant dickhead.”

He made a noise of acknowledgment. “We both loved her. Victoria. It was a child’s crush, but it was real enough to both of us at the time.” He had heard Killer explain some of it to you that night. 

”I never had anything like that.” 

“Would ya like to?” 

It was only human to crave affection, and you would be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it before. It would be easier not to have attachments holding you back. It may also make your life less depressing. There were pros and cons to each side. You never got far with the notion since there was no one you had been interested in on that level, or any level. 

Kid mistook your extended silence for offense. “In general. Ya know. Not … with me.” Unless she wants me like that. He let his voice trail off.

“That would complicate things.” You pulled your knees up and rested your head on them. 

“But it might be worth it.”

"Was it worth it to you?" 

Kid knew you were referring to their past with Victoria. "Aye." No matter how much it tore him up some days, he wouldn't trade it. As Killer said, you had to go through certain things to be who you were today, and Kid liked who he was and what he had in his life currently.

After dropping your bags at the ship, you walked with Kid towards the clearing that you and Mini found. A few minutes passed, filled only with the sound of chirping birds and leaves shifting against each other in the breeze. Your hands swung close enough to each other that you could feel the wind from Kid's hand. “I saw that ya missed me enough to connect our spaces again.” Kid teased. He couldn’t take the stretch of silence, not after the slightly down conversation from earlier, and he hadn’t yet gotten to mention that he noticed the change.

”Hypothetically, what if I were to say that I enjoy your company… occasionally.”

“I would say that of course ya do. Everyone enjoys me.” Kid had a smirk on his face, yet underneath, there was a big goofy grin threatening to break through ad your admission. 

“Mhm.”  “Hypothetically I enjoy starin at yer ass when yer workin,” Kid offered. 

”That’s not a hypothetical.”

The clearing was empty. It seemed as though no one else had found your spot. It felt odd to square up to Kid for a fight where you weren’t trying to kill each other for real. The agreed on rules were no use of devil fruit, but weapons were fair game. You could end the fight with one touch of your hand with your devil fruit, which is why you didn’t want to use it.

Standing across from Kid, you could appreciate his stature, broad shoulders, strong physique. He wasn’t cut like Killer was. There was a bit more meat to him, filling out his stomach in very pleasing way. You had to stop yourself from dwelling on it, or this was not going to be a fight at all. 

Kid came at you first. Normally you used your speed to dodge and land an attack in an opening. This time you blocked him. He did the same thing to your punch. It filled you with a sense of pride that you could match him in strength like this. The hits from his metal arm hurt worse. It wasn’t a conscious choice, but both of you had started by holding back, not completely willing to hurt the other. The competitiveness between you, however, quickly caused you to start putting your full weight behind everything. You could hear Kid growl as you narrowly avoided his fist, which instead splintered a tree trunk. You used the opportunity to land a kick in his side. He wheezed for a second before coming after you again. A big sweeping motion with his metal arm took you by surprise, knocking you to the ground. Using the momentum from rolling, you hopped back up in time to miss another attack from Kid. 

The taste of blood was in your mouth. It seemed he had split your lip. You licked the red liquid decorating your mouth, steeling yourself to get more serious. Pulling out your gunblade, you shot several times in seemingly random directions. It was habit not to shoot at Kid since his devil fruit could deflect bullets. Large branches from the surrounding trees fell around him in a way that made it difficult to dodge them all and forced him to remain in one space.

You followed right behind the branches, taking a running leap at Kid’s back. Before you could press your blade to his throat, he shed his feathered coat that you were holding on to, causing you to fall in an ungraceful way. You had to quickly roll to dodge Kid’s next attack. He had taken out his own gun and sent a bullet into the ground you had just occupied. 

Kicking out forcefully in Kid’s direction, you connected with his leg, destabilizing him enough that you could launch yourself from the ground to tackle him. He was quick to prevent you from getting him into a grappling hold. Kid grabbed your wrist and slammed it on the ground, forcing you to release your grip on your gunblade. In a flash he had both your wrists caught and your legs pinned under his own. Kid held his head back, knowing that your counter would be to headbutt him. 

The afternoon angle of the sun bounced orange rays from your fiery eyes, the light glistened off the thin sheen of sweat on your Y/S/C skin, and it lit your hair up like a flame, the way it was wildly strewn behind you only enchanted the effect. Kid was entranced by the heave of your chest as you caught your breath and the playfully aggressive gaze fixed on his own face. Red caught his attention, blood spilling slowly from the cut in your lip. Suddenly, he was transfixed by the crimson bead, lowering his mouth to meet yours, sucking the iron-tinged from your lower lip. A silvery thread of saliva connected you as he pulled away. He searched your face for any sign to stop and found only molten desire. 

There was a tangle of limbs, hands weaving through hair, sloppy wet kisses, and indecent sounds. Kid's weight pressed against you and his grip keeping you in place had placed impure thoughts in your mind even before he tasted the blood on your lips. That served only to add fuel to the fire burning deep within your core. Deep down you were mad about this weakness, the intense sexual chemistry you had with Kid. In this moment, you were in thrall to it, insatiably grabbing any part of him you could reach. 

A nervous clearing of the throat alerted you both to the presence of Pomp and Reck. Kid grabbed the gun he had knocked from your grasp and you pulled his from his bandolier, both sending a warning shot in their direction. 

"FUCK OFF!" You roared in unison, sending them racing off toward town.

"Can't. Get. Any. Fuckin. Privacy." He said between shoving his tongue down your throat. 

You could feel Kid's cock grinding into your thigh as he hastily ripped your pants down to your knees. You spread your thighs apart as far as the restricting fabric allowed to give Kid's hand access. His flesh fingers wasted no time finding their home in your dripping core, one after the other were inserted impatiently. The stretch as his fingers scissored your opening wider had you groaning into his mouth. Kid eagerly devoured the intoxicating noises slipping from your lips, each one causing his tip to drool. 

"Kid, I ngh-need it. Now." You panted out. 

"Yer not ready yet." 

"I don't care." You grabbed his dick through his pants. "Give it to me before I take it myself." 

Kid slipped a third finger inside, earning another sweet set of sounds from you. "Look at ya, rotten brat. Givin orders to me." He thrusted his fingers a few more times before removing them completely. 

You whined at the empty feeling. "Please." Your thighs rubbed together for friction. 

"Ya want this fat cock?" Kid freed said beast from the confines of his pants, stroking it slowly to give you a show.

You nodded vigorously, freeing your legs from your pants.

Kid pulled your soggy panties to the side, lining himself up with your slit and pushing his dripping mushroom head between your glistening folds. You wrapped your legs over his hips and pulled him inside yourself until you were completely full. Truthfully, Kid would have loved to drag this out and tease you a little more, but your wanton craving for him was really turning him on and there was no doubt someone else from the crew would come interrupt again soon. Kid's metal hand was big enough to wrap under you, holding your body in the palm while the thumb rested over your pussy. The cold metal against your clit was electrifying and you hissed through your teeth when Kid applied pressure. 

"Ya like that?" Kid moved his hand, effectively using you as a human fleshlight. "Yer gonna love this."

A cry of pleasure was ripped from your throat as Kid continued this movement, grinding his cock into your cervix, and added a low vibration with his devil fruit directly above your clit. With barely a warning, an orgasm crashed over you, making you shriek even louder. Kid narrowly held his own release back feeling the gush and pulsation of your climax. He continued to move you up and down his shaft, increasing the vibration in his thumb. The first orgasm was barely over before the second one overcame you. 

"Oh f-uck yes." You moaned. "Use m-me!" 

Kid's pace was erratic. The way your cunt gripped him with its gushy walls was enough to milk his balls dry. "That's right," Kid growled. "Yer my personal cock sleeve. Ya can't get enough of my cum can ya?"

"F-fill me up, C-Captain." You hand pressed down on the thumb of his metal hand, feebly attempting to grind your clit against the vibrations. 

Kid snickered, helping you out by increasing the pressure. Purple energy crackled around your collar as he tightened it around your neck. Your moans were raspier now, though just as needy. "That cunny of yers is suckin me in. She wants my cum so badly, aye?" 

You nodded your head, saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth, unable to swallow. Black tinged the corners of your vision. Your mouth formed a silent cry as Kid tightened your collar further, using you to get off. You twitched and trembled, a final orgasm taking you over. The tingling warmth enveloping you in a bath of endorphins. You were fully caught in your own pleasure, so much so that you missed Kid doubling over you, releasing a cry of his own as he emptied himself into you. He used your body to pump every last drop from himself. 

You gasped as he released his power, sucking fresh air into your lungs to quell your burning muscles. Kid removed himself from you and laid you down flat, pushing your legs back to admire his seed dripping from your hole. He wiped the drips with his fingers and pushed it back inside you, pulling your panties back over your cunt and giving it a pat. 

"Keep it all in, bunny, or I'll have to fill ya up again."

"Yeah? Not much of a threat is it?" You found your pants and dusted yourself off.

As soon as you had your pants on, Kid slung you over his shoulder and cracked your ass with his hand. "No talkin back."

About halfway back to town, Kid let you walk on your own two feet. "Can ya walk or are yer legs still jelly?" He kept his hands hovered above your shoulders in case you fell over.

You grabbed his coat for support. "I'm good." You thought he had picked you up to be an asshole. Was he trying to be helpful? You didn't complain this time. Your legs had been jelly. 

Kid took note of your hand moving from his coat to hold onto his arm. He let it stay. You only removed it when Heat stared at it too long, not even aware that you had still been holding onto Kid. There was an immediately coolness where his warmth had been, and the urge to keep holding him close surfaced. Kid had been thinking the same thing. He liked feeling your weight on him, feeling you rely on him. He wanted you to rely on him more and trust him with yourself.  

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[scekrex]

Could you do an Adam x Angel Reader where their relationship is toxic(?) based on a song called 'Love Me Dead' but instead of female pronouns it's replaced with male pronouns? The song has female pronouns so I'm just imagining it with male pronouns.

Gosh I love that song so much! Gimme more song fic requests guys I love writing em ueuch

Love me dead

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, toxic relationship, irresponsible use of alcohol

note: not beta read bc fuck you

Love me cancerously/Like a salt-sore soaked in the sea/High-maintenance means you’re a gluttonous king/Narcissistic and mean

Adam. The first man was quite the complicated topic to talk about, not only when you were talking to him but also when you were talking about him to your friends. Never in your existence before had you met a person as selfish and self-absorbed as the so beloved first man. You couldn’t understand how so many people liked - let alone tolerated - him, you couldn’t understand why so many people were attracted to his disgusting and truly rotten character. And yet you were one of those people who found him attractive - that was the thing you hated the most about yourself. You loved this man with your entire heart while at the same time every single cell of your body held hatred for the brunette man sitting on the couch in your living room.

Kill me romantically/Fill my soul with vomit then ask me for a piece of gum/Bitter and dumb, you’re my sugarplum/You’re awful, I love you

With a deep sigh that left your body in frustration you grabbed yourself a drink - it wasn’t something hard, just a light drink that would make it just that much easier to have him around. You weren’t quite sure how you did it, but you had managed to charm the angel up quite well, you had him wrapped around your finger while at the same time the both of you were very aware of how much you hated each other - because one thing was for sure: the hatred you felt was mutual, the brunette on your couch hated your guts just as much as you hated his and to that very day it amazed you that he was still willing to call himself your boyfriend - fuck it wasn’t even a private relationship, Heaven knew you were dating and in public he seemed so proud and prideful of it. In private, when it was just you and him in your shitty apartment things were different though.

He moves through moonbeams slowly/He knows just how to hold me/And when his edges soften/His body is my coffin

You emptied the glass in your hand, watching the man from the counter of your kitchen as you refilled your glass. Adam looked beautiful, just sitting there in the dimmed lights of your living room, watching whatever the fuck it was that he was watching and sipping on the can filled with beer in his hand. A shiver ran through your body at how disgusted you were by your own thoughts, you knew you should throw him to the flames, forget about him and move on to either live your best single life or find someone worthy of your love - because Adam deserved many things in your eyes but none of them were positive or even slightly nice. And yet there he was, hanging out at his boyfriend’s house, sipping a cold beer, seeming quite happy with the situation. The glass in your hand was empty again before you even knew it and you decided to simply grab the bottle instead, there was no use in refilling the glass over and over again. There was not enough alcohol in this house to numb your feelings for Adam anyway.

I know he drains me slowly/He wears me down to bones in bed/Must be the sign in my head, it says:

“Love me dead,” you mumbled to yourself as you took a swig from the bottle and headed over to the disgustingly small couch. With yet another sigh you sat down next to Adam, trying to bring as much space between the two of you as possible. The brunette turned his head to look at you for a moment, his eyebrow raised, he asked, “What was that?” But you simply shook your head as you tilted your head back, resting it against the shitty backrest of your shitty couch and took another swig from the bottle, “Nothing.” That was seemingly enough of an answer for the first man because he shrugged and returned his attention back to the TV, which caused you to sigh again. All of this felt so wrong and yet so right and perfect. You wanted to kick him out and pull him close against your chest at the same time so the only logical choice was to lean your head against his shoulder, eyes roaming over the TV to figure out what sort of trash the first man was watching.

You’re a faith healer on TV/You’re an office park without any trees:/Corporate and cold, gushing for gold, leave me alone

You noticed how Adam watched you out of the corner of his eyes for a moment, his body felt tense against yours before he exhaled loudly and wrapped the arm in which he held the can of beer around your shoulders, pulling you in a little closer. Being able to see him up close you realized how tired the first man seemed and you couldn’t name whether it was from Sera’s demands or from your relationship - it was most likely both though. Your body shuddered in surprise as the gleaming golden feathered wing next to you was stretched by Adam and curled around you in protection, giving you the false feeling of comfort and love. It wasn’t that the brunette didn’t love you, he did. But he didn’t love you like normal angels loved, he hated that he loved you, no one else did that. Well no one except for you.

You suck so passionately/You’re a parasitic psycho, filthy creature finger-banging my heart/You call me up drunk, does the fun ever start?/You’re hideous and sexy

You leaned up a little, careful not to spill any liquid from the bottle in your hand or from the can in Adam's and pressed a kiss to his jaw in return of having the golden feathered wing wrapped around him. The brunette grabbed the seemingly empty can with his free hand - the one that was not wrapped around you and had just been resting on his thigh - and put it on the dirty little coffee table in front of the couch. Then he turned towards you, his touch was so gentle, so caring and if you would be unaware of how much he hated you deep within him, you would’ve thought of his touch as sincere. But that wasn’t the world you were living in and yet you decided to lean into his touch and let him guide you closer to him. In the meantime he grabbed the bottle from your hand and put it down on the coffee table right next to his can.

How’s your new boy?/Does he know about me?/You’ve got the mark of the beast/You’re born of a jackal, you’re beautiful

Gently his lips brushed against yours, starting a soft and slow kiss as the hand that had been resting on your shoulder due to how his arm was wrapped around your body trailed down your body to grab your hips in stark contrast to the soft kiss. His touch was firm, demanding and maybe even a little possessive - though that could’ve just been your imagination. The brunette growled against your lips as he pulled you flush against his body before he effortlessly lifted you up and placed you in his lap, keeping you close against him. The soft fingertips on your jaw slid down to your throat and you felt how his entire palm pressed against it - the touch itself remained soft though.

He moves through moonbeams slowly/He knows just how to hold me/And when his edges soften/His body is my coffin

Adam’s wings closed around your body, trapping you against his body and if you were honest you didn’t mind it at all, you liked the way his soft feathers tickled your neck, the way his fingertips pressed into the skin of your waist, holding you firm enough to make it bruise and in God’s mighty name, you even liked the thought of carrying bruises caused by the first man on your body. The pace of Adam’s lips against yours grew a little hungrier, a little rougher and slowly started to match the tight grip on your waist - a soft groan fell from your lips and bled into the steamy growing kiss.

I know he drains me slowly/He wears me down to bones in bed/What ‘bout the sign on my head? It says:

“Love me dead,” Adam growled against your lips, causing your body to vibrate quite violently.

[solar-halos]

annie cesta week. day #2 - walk, walk fashion baby

summary: follow annie on her journey as she transforms a tackalacious gown from her capitol victory tour into something more district 4 appropriate (and still just as glamorous. bc our girl is glamorous.)

1.5k, i hope you go "who is this DIVA!" the entire time you read this

This dress is all kinds of wrong. 

No surprise there. Annie’s been saying that ever since she saw the initial design for it. 

Sure, it’s not hideous. And, yes, the material feels very nice against her bare skin. But it’s just not her.

No one in the Capitol knows anything about Annie, but they all like to pretend they do. If they had it their way, they’d probably surgically attach starfish to her hair so that she forever reminds them of the ocean. 

Annie obviously loves the ocean. It doesn’t even matter if it’s for work or play. But all these ocean motifs they slapped onto one of her gowns from the Victory Tour is a little too on the nose.

She had begged them to let her keep it. She even cried a little. She couldn’t help it. This was supposed to be her District 4 dress, so why did it look so Capitol?

It’s okay if you don’t get it. She hadn’t really expected anyone to, but there’s one thing that the Capitol has right about her: she can’t let things go. And, right now, she will not rest until she finds a way to revamp this tacky dress into something totally stylish.

First order of business: she needs to seam rip the starfish and sea urchins decorating the fluffy expanse of sea green tulle. Fortunately for her, she gets them all off. Unfortunately for her, not having access to her sewing supplies for so long has made her incredibly rusty. The first layer of the skirt is practically ruined.

Well, that’s okay. It wasn’t practical to wear something so heavy and layered in Four, anyway, so she peels back some more tulle until she gets something appropriately thin and breezy.

Second thing’s second: the silhouette is all wrong. It drags on the ground unless she’s wearing high heels, but she’s officially swapped out her stilettos for sandals. She grabs at a pair of scissors with perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm. She can’t help it—if only the Capitol could see her now.

Snip. Snip. Snip. Take that, you unstylish freaks.

Annie tries the dress on, doing a couple of spins and some rather fierce poses in the mirror. The color of the fabric reminds Annie of a matching skirt and blouse her best friend owns. Think of how cute they’d look tearing up the town like that.

Two piece sets were so in this summer. She’s definitely gonna have to do something about that. 

She tugs the dress off, tracking down her favorite crop top and most beloved pair of shorts, and uses the hemlines as a guideline. She really wants to balance out the higher waist with a teeny tiny top. According to the magazine on her bedside table, that was also very in for the summer, and the publication date on that traced back to a mere two months ago. Things couldn’t have changed that much while she was away.

And, even if they did, Annie doesn’t really care. She has a really cute freckle on her ribcage that she fully intends on showing off. 

So she makes the skirt mini. And she splits the dress in half. And she stores away the extra fabric in her designated craft bin.

It’s missing something, obviously. It’s missing everything, like glitter and bows and lace and beading, but she gets tired a lot more easily now. It sucks—it really sucks, actually, sucks so bad that she gets angry about it most days—but she’s starting to learn that most things about her new life suck. And she can either pout about it and never start another project again or ride it out and steadily add to her collection of DIY-ed outfits. 

Annie chooses the latter. She’s always loved making clothes, and she finds some sort of twisted satisfaction in knowing that she just performed some serious surgery on a Capitol gown. If only her stylist could see her now. She’d blow a gasket.

The thought makes Annie laugh herself to sleep. She’s even smiling when she wakes back up. Granted, it’s the middle of the night, but she doesn’t need to follow a routine now. She already graduated high school. Her parents don’t trust her to get back to work. And, besides, 2am was prime crafting hours. It’s where her best ideas hatch.

Speaking of good ideas, Annie eyes the cape that came with the dress. It’s a glittery amalgamation of light green jewels, and she honestly had no idea what to do with it until now. It’s pretty, absolutely, but it’s just not practical. Capes are so District 7. (She’s not lying. One time, Finnick told her a fairytale about some girl in a cape getting eaten by a wolf, which was so not Annie’s style.)

Annie is picking up her scissors in no time. Scrounging around for a ruler, she cuts up strips of the cape so she can decorate the hemline of her miniskirt with it. Admittedly, she forgot to account for the length the raw hem gave her, so she needs the extra coverage now that she sewed everything up.

She tries it on. Watches her ass in the mirror as she walks. Takes a moment to admire her ass in the mirror. Then she’s back to work. 

She chews on the inside of her cheek as she brainstorms new ways to use more of the cape. No amount of revamping could make the bustier look casual, and she doesn’t want it to be. She just wants to add in her own District 4 twist. She wracks her brain once again for ideas.

Ribbons. Bows. Beads. Lace. Ribbons. Bows—

Lace! She can use the cape to lace up the bustier!

So, obviously, she gives it the same treatment she gave the dress: one big chop down the center. Except this time she reminds herself to cut vertically instead of horizontally. Her design would be totally ruined if she split the bustier open the wrong way. 

She pokes at the edge with her scissors, trying to visualize where she wants the holes to be. She even grabs an old oversized shirt and cuts it up as practice.

She’s lacing the bustier up in no time, trying it on once again. She strikes another round of poses in the mirror. Her boyfriend is right—her tits really are mermaid levels of entrancing. She crosses her arms over her chest to make them pop just a bit more. 

Okay. Break over. 

Now that everything is sewed together and fitted to her body, here comes the fun part: decorating. Annie lays the outfit down on her carpeted floor, admiring the glittery trim on the skirt and the matching embellishment on the top. Maybe she can even use some more of the cape for some straps if she really feels like pulling out her sewing needles again. (She doesn’t—not right now, at least. If she has to pull out one more pin cushion, she’ll puke.)

She grabs her box of scrap pieces of fabric and fishes through the pile. She layers two pieces of lace in an X shape over the skirt, kinda giving the illusion of pockets. (Remind her to sew on pockets later.) She adds a glittery butterfly charm to the waistband to complement the belly ring that Finnick already promised he’s gonna get with her. (Piercings are hot. Finnick is somehow hotter.) Then something else in the box catches her eye.

Velveteen gloves. She’s had that in her stash for ages, but she never found an excuse to wear them. She never went anywhere fancy enough (couldn’t afford it) or went to any cool dinner parties (her parents hardly let her party anywhere when she was younger), but she’s determined to string together a girl’s night soon. Also, Finnick loves cooking fancy meals for them. Maybe she’ll whip this ensemble out one night. 

Since she still has a ton of seafoam green tulle left over, she grabs a fistful of the stuff and picks out the thinnest tendril she can find. She twists it into a bow and sticks it onto her glove. She adds a pearl to the center.

She surveys her creation: a miniskirt and matching crop top with lacy and sparkly detailing. Gloves that would give the president himself a run for his money. And she could even use a combination of the tulle and cape for some lace-up stockings.

That’s a perfect idea. Sunshine floods into her room by the time she’s finally finished. That’s her cue to finally get to sleep, but she’s relieved Finnick finds her and gently coaxes her awake before she has a nightmare. As her boyfriend, she is pleased to report that he knows how to treat her—even all her unconscious desires.

He grins at her as soon as she opens her eyes. He grins even harder when she shows him her outfit, even though she knows her ramblings are still sticky and sluggish with sleep.

“That is so fucking cool, Annie. You’re so fucking cool. Seriously.” 

She thanks him with a kiss and an equally enthusiastic compliment, but he expresses the extent of his awe after breakfast. He constructs a makeshift stage out of their couch cushions and uses their curtains to frame the scene. Annie’s family and Mags gather around and watch him get theatrical. Annie hides a giggle behind her palm. 

“For one night and one night only, I present to you the one and only Annie Cresta.”

He yanks the curtain back in one swift flourish. Annie strikes a pose.

[fresh-new-yoik-watah]

Love Like the Sea

Chapter 3: All Too Well

a/n: the beginning is kinda mid. you can tell it was the last thing I wrote 😭 but I'm actually really happy with how the rest of this came out

pairing: Neteyam × Metkayina!Reader

important story info: no use of y/n, it was not working for the story. Neteyam, reader, and Ao'nung are 19. Kiri is 18. Loak and Tsireya are 17. Characters have been aged up for story purposes (not for smut, just easier to write them older)

warnings: none!

word count: 3.9k (we’ll just say 4k bc I was literally so close)

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The Metkayina have their first breath days after birth. Not a literal first breath, but rather a baptism of sorts, where they are introduced to the sea, an integral part of their being and existence. The ocean breathes new life into the body, and they are reborn as one, united with its calamity.

Born to the sea, return to the sea.

The entire village stood in the shallow of the shore, glowing orange as the sun began to retreat, signaling the start of eclipse, gathered around you, Ronal, and the two parents carrying the three day old baby. You held your arms out as the infant was given to you, big, new eyes staring into your own, nineteen cycles old. She moved her small, chubby fingers, reaching to grab one of yours.

Holding her close, you stepped further out in the ocean, water sloshing against your hips.

“New day, new life,” you began, “Energy given, energy to return.”

You lowered the baby’s small body, resting her along the surface. She squirmed as the water touched her back.

“From the sea you will be reborn, a new breath of new life. The sea is your home, before birth, after death.”

You slowly brought her body under.

“Water connects all. Water guides the soul.”

You let go, allowing her natural instincts to kick in to find her way back to the surface. She wiggled around, feeling her limbs move against the pulsing water.

She kicked her little legs to bring her body back up for air and her head breached with a gasp.

You picked her up, turning towards the crowd behind you, and held her above your head.

“Ewya has given her first breath!” The village cheered and raised their palms up.

Bringing her back down, you return the baby to her parents so that they may announce her name to the people.

The father held her high, shouting, “Na’sari!”

“Na’sari!” The village shouted back.

Ronal held out a tray to the parents, displaying three varying colourful shells, one for birth, one for breath, and one for new life among the sea.

“With these, her songchord begins,” she stated.

“Irayo Ronal,” thanked the mother, grabbing the shells.

Tonowari then stepped forward, addressing his people, “Let us celebrate. New life has born!”

They cheered once more before retreating to the beach and heading to the clearing among the trees.

“You did well,” Ronal said to you, laying a hand on your shoulder.

You brought yours up, placing it over hers, “Thank you.”

o0O0o

The creeping ache at the bottoms of your feet was becoming hard to ignore, worn from constantly beating themselves against the gritty sand, bigger pieces digging into your heels. Eclipse had long passed, night taken over, and you found yourself lost, entrapped in multitudes of dance circles, bodies pushing and pulling you in every direction, much like an ocean current. Colours and lights blurred into streaks in your vision, sounds became muffled, only the beating of the drums distinct enough to hear clearly.

You adorned a new shell in your hair, one bigger than the pearl that used to be braided into your crown. This one was from a scallop, orange and striped, now sitting atop your head. It was meant to represent growing as tsakarem, closer to becoming tsahik. Despite being thin, it felt heavy, a pulsing reminder you couldn’t ignore, much like the pain in your feet.

Scanning the crowd, you easily spotted Ao’nung, sat on a low, thick tree branch, his moping figure and permanent scowl causing him to stick out.

“You won’t even dance at my first First Breath?” you teased, sitting beside him.

He grunted, scooching away from you. Your smile disappeared, replaced with a frown.

“What’s wrong?”

“The outsiders,” Ao’nung glanced in the direction of Tsireya, sat on the other side of the fire, animatedly talking to Lo’ak, pointing to various parts of the fish, charred on her plate.

It wasn’t difficult to tell that Tsireya had taken a liking to the youngest Sully son, one would have to be blind to not notice her seemingly always around him, especially assisting him in lessons.

“They are not a threat,” you reassured, holding his forearm, “you shouldn’t be so mean to them.”

He stayed silent.

You continued, “They learn quick.”

“They don’t belong here,” Ao’nung glared at you.

Pulling your hand away, you stood up, “You’re too stubborn, too judgemental.”

Ao’nung had always been a bit of a hothead, quick to jump to conclusions, often set in his ways, usually you were his voice of reason, the person that balanced him, reminding him to take a step back and think. It was unlike him to not even hear you out.

Attempting to put distance between you and him, you weren’t paying attention where you were walking and a small body collided with yours, pulling you out of your thoughts. The youngest of the Sullys stood in front of you, short braided hair and big yellow eyes beaming up at you.

“You’re very pretty!”

Your cheeks flushed purple, “Thank you little one,” shyly smiling.

“Tuk!”

The said girl turned towards the voice calling for her, a familiar face appearing through the crowd.

“Tuk, you can’t run off like that.”

She giggled, running to hide behind you.

“I’m sorry about her.” Neteyam sighed.

You shook your head, smiling, “It’s alright, she’s been no trouble.” Turning around, you crouched to Tuk’s height, “How are your feet? Do you want to dance with me?”

She lit up, eyes wider than ever, “Neteyam can I? Please, please, please-“

“Yes, yes!” he groaned, feigning annoyance, but winked at her.

Tuk gasped and grabbed your hand, eagerly pulling you into the sea of people dancing, you laughing.

“Slow down little one!”

“My name is Tuk!”

You held her arm up as she twirled, “My name is Mara.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“Neteyam told me!” Tuk giggled, swinging your arms back and forth.

You looked back at where he was, watching you both, smiling.

“Oh.”

“Yeah! Said you helped him swim! Can you help me swim?”

“Of course,” you let her jump around you, “I can help you.”

“Do you dance a lot here?” Tuk pulled your body, making you spin with her.

“We dance at First Births, the Tulkuns’ return, and iknimaya ceremonies.”

“Wow,” she gasped, breathless, “I wish we danced a lot.”

You furrowed your brows, “You don’t have celebrations?”

She shook her head, “Not really. It’s always busy.”

Your lips were pursed, tight against each other, a contrast from your fluidly moving body.

You didn’t realize how much youth was taken away from her, how she didn’t even realize how much she lost. It was unfair, someone so young, so innocent, to know war as the normal, the everyday, being unable to experience clan traditions, the groundwork of culture. It wasn’t fair that the start of a “normal” life was far away from her people, amongst strangers who didn’t share her features.

“We will dance together at the Tulkun’s return, until our feet can’t carry us anymore.” You promised her and Tuk giggled once more.

You glanced over again at Neteyam, his eyes still locked onto you.

Crouching down, you whispered in her ear, “Your brother has yet to dance tonight.”

She recognized your insinuation, grinned and ran to him, pulling him into the crowd, ignoring his weak protests. You covered your mouth, hiding your growing smile at his stumbling before slipping away.

You didn’t feel like celebrating anymore, Tuk’s statement unnerved you, it sat unwell in your stomach, churning. You were sure her family did their best to shield her from the pain of war, but there was only so much that could be hidden and kept away. How could you let yourself dance knowing a group of your kind was fighting, wounded, dwindling.

You grabbed a basket of fish that went unused, deciding you’d let the ilu have an extra dinner so as not to waste the catch.

Carrying the basket against your hip, you pushed aside the giant leaves blocking your path and made your way to the beach. You called for the ilu and a small pod of three came chirping and splashing along the shore.

“I’ve brought you something, don’t let the others find out,” you playfully whispered, setting the basket down.

They squealed and circled each other, eager to be fed.

You reached down and pulled out a fish, tossing it to the ilu closest to you. It scarfed its meal down, thrumming contently.

Your ears perked at the sound of sand shuffling behind you, turning to see Neteyam come through the clearing.

“Not a partier?” he asked, approaching you.

“Just needed some space. Figured it was a good time to feed the leftover fish to the ilu.” You tossed another fish into the next ilu’s gaping mouth.

“Tuk had fun. She’s passed out in our Mauri, think it was all the dancing.” he chuckled.

“I’m glad she enjoyed it.”

There was silence, you both staring at each other.

You looked away, clearing your throat, “Were you able to dance a lot, in the forest? Before, you know?”

Neteyam’s ears folded slightly, “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry Tuk didn’t get to experience that.”

“Me too,” he sighed, “but I’m happy she can have some of it here.”

“She’s a sweet girl,” you fondly smiled.

“Remember that when she blackmails you.”

You laughed, it was the first time Neteyam really got to hear it, clear and soft in the quiet night, it reminded him of a song.

You handed Neteyam a fish, him gingerly holding it out for an ilu to take.

“So she’s a troublemaker?” You asked.

“Of sorts,” he grimaced, wiping his fingers on his loincloth, attempting to remove the fish slime, “depends who’s with her.”

“Ah, so only with you.”

Neteyam looked at you, seeing your teasing grin, “I’ve made that bad an impression?” He did his best to feign shock, but was unable to hide a small smile.

“Prove me wrong then,” you retorted.

You picked up the last fish, feeding it to the first ilu, caressing its cheek as it chirped and cooed.

There came a quick breeze, blowing through your thick hair, tickling your skin. You closed your eyes briefly, inhaling the salty scent the wind lifted into the air.

You looked behind Neteyam, towards the distant fire, shadows of dancing figures flickering, singing and cheering muffled. You had no particular urge to return to the festivities, and the ocean didn’t seem to want you to either, water rushing, pulling you, begging you.

Your eyes trailed back to the forest Na’vi, “Do you want to come with me?”

His ears jolted, caught by surprise, “What?”

“Do you want to come with me?” You repeated.

“Where?” He asked, head tilting slightly.

“You’ll have to find out. Come!”

You stepped into the ocean, water sloshing against your body, and swam up to the ilu you just fed. Pulling yourself onto its back, you brought your braid forward, connecting with it’s neural whip.

Neteyam hadn’t moved from his spot on the beach, unsure if he was to ride with you or mount his own, and if the latter, he was far from confident as he barely just learned to stay on yesterday.

Sensing his hesitancy, you patted the empty space behind you on the ilu’s back, signaling him to join.

He made his way into the water, tensing as it hit his skin, not quite as comfortable with the cold temperature as you were.

Once he was sat behind you, you said, “Don’t worry, I’ll stay above the surface. And hold on.”

Nodding, Neteyam snaked an arm around your waist, your breath hitched, stomach tensing at his touch. His hand was courser than you expected, fingers calloused but ever so gentle, feather like.

The ilu jolted, feeling your distraction through the bond. Recomposing yourself, you mentally told it to go. Neteyam wasn’t ready for the sudden surge forward, letting out a quick gasp and tightening his hold on your body. He wasn’t pressed up against your back, but still extremely close, able to feel each other’s skin tickle at any slight adjustment.

It was one of the quieter reef nights, ignoring the distant cheering and singing of your people. The waves were considerably small, barely breaking, glowing patterns rippling across the sea from its movement, painting in the night. Most of the ilu were gathered by the shore, playing around the mangrove roots, the ocean too calm for their spirited nature.

Neteyam spoke, “So, now can you tell me where we’re going?”

You rolled your eyes, not that he could see it, “You do know what a surprise is?”

“Really holding on to that. But are we almost there?”

“Yes,” you answered.

You were far out, nothing around except for a couple rock stacks, peaking above the surface, and the sea wall ahead, bordering Awa’atlu, protecting it from the harsh waves and akula of the vast ocean beyond.

Creeping towards its lowest level, you arrived at the intended destination.

“Clearly, it’s not a secret place, but it’s best to see the stars here,” you slid off the ilu, Neteyam following, and climbed up the platforms of tide pools, bioluminescence lighting up each step, glowing fish and plants swimming in them.

“Ao’nung, Tsireya, and I used to come here all the time at night,” you continued as you sat down on the highest ledge, facing the significantly darker blue, outsiding ocean.

“Not anymore?” Neteyam asked, sitting beside you.

“There isn’t much time for it. Me and Ao’nung are older, we have a lot of responsibilities,” you paused, “Tsireya’s lucky, she doesn’t have to grow up as quick.”

Neteyam’s eyes softened, all too well understanding having to say goodbye to childhood earlier than others.

“I get it,” he whispered.

“Really? Anytime I’ve mentioned it, I’m told to be grateful Ewya has chosen me, that it’s an honour.”

“I definitely get being told to be happy about it, not so much the chosen by Ewya part,” he chuckled.

You smiled, glad to have someone else who understood, someone other than Ao’nung to relate to, someone who truly didn’t want the life thrusted upon them.

“You were to become Olo’eytkan,” it wasn’t a question, but rather a realization, one you didn’t think of when learning Jake Sully’s status that first day.

Neteyam nodded, tight lips, clouds of pain swirling with the amber of his eyes.

“I didn’t want it, but it was everything I knew. It was my everyday. Train, hunt, fight. But now it’s gone, the thing that had been forced to be my identity was stripped away. I only know how to be a warrior. If I’m not future Olo’eyktan, then who am I, you know?”

You let his words sink in, thinking of your own

situation. You had spent almost every morning and night, asking Ewya why you, begging her to take it away, to choose someone else. But it never occurred to you who you would be then; you couldn’t imagine a life where you were not tsakarem, where you were not at Ao’nung’s side, it was your place in the clan, the meaning of your life. Who would you be without it?

“But,” Neteyam continued, “I’m happy to be free of it, to be able to just live.”

“A life among just the sea, that would be enough,” you sighed, closing your eyes. “I’ve never not known that I would become Tsahik one day. Playing alongside Ao’nung as kids, I knew we had to become a mated pair one day. And now it’ll happen sooner than later, it just would’ve been nice to have had a choice,” you pulled one of your knees up against your body, resting your cheek on it.

“Do you see him?” He asked, eying you, curious.

You turned to him, mouth open, shocked he would ask that, especially so blunt, “That’s not appropriate.”

“Sorry.”

You look up at the sky, twinkling with stars, lit up by Polyphemus, “We balance, we understand. I’m lucky to have found a friend in him, not many in my position have that.”

Neteyam stayed silent, wondering if he would’ve been in the same spot if they had not left the forest. Would his parents have chosen someone for him, someone they saw fit to lead alongside him? He’d hoped not, but it was something he never thought of before. Despite having passed his rights, having become a man in his clan, the idea of a mate wasn’t even a spec in his mind. There was no room for it. There was war, duties as future chief, but how long would he have gone without thinking of it, would he have become too old, too late to find love?

You both were two sides of a similar story, having a life thrust upon you, having to sacrifice your rights to choose, but where as he had no mate due to his consumption of his responsibilities, you would be forced to have one by your responsibilities, forced to be bound forever loveless.

“Did you have someone?” You asked.

Neteyam shook his head, “No.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. To be honest, it never even crossed my mind. I didn’t have time for it,” he paused, “I didn’t make time for it.”

“Those poor girls,” you laughed.

“What?”

“The girls? The ones trying to court you?”

Neteyam stared at you blankly, “There were no girls?”

“You didn’t even notice the girls,” your mouth was agape.

He stuttered, flustered trying to defend himself.

“I’m teasing,” you reassured, “but really, those poor girls.”

“Stop it,” he groaned, covering his face with his hand.

You both looked at each other, poorly attempting to stay serious but burst into a fit of giggles.

You had to admit, it was a good feeling, having a moment where the future wasn’t weighing as heavy, where you could pretend to be a giddy teenager, albeit on the older end, gossipping about absolute nonsense. You didn’t have many friends, Tsireya came by default, she was more a younger sister than anything, nor did you care for Ao’nung’s posse. You were okay with Roxto, though, he was kind, much like Tsireya, but a little quiet. Ronal and Tonowari believed he was good for Ao’nung, his only friend that seemed to have common sense, keeping him out of trouble.

Your laughing subsided, quiet taking over, listening to the roaring waves.

“Sometimes,” you began, “I wonder if mine and Ao’nung’s paths would’ve still crossed had it been different. Like you said, I don’t really know where I would be or who I am without my title. Who would my friends be, what place would I have among the people?”

“Well, what do you do when you’re not training?” Neteyam asked.

“I swim,” you answered.

“That’s it?”

Truth be told, everything you did tied back into being tsakarem, teaching children to ride ilu, weaving, making medicine, you had to be able to do it all, tsahik was the heart of the tribe.

“We are much like the mangrove that we live on. Tsahik and olo’eyktan at the center, the tree itself, the base. The people are the roots, but everything we do is for the good of all the people. We all weave, hunt, protect. Some excel in certain things more than others, but no job is secluded to just one. What I do when not training is still part of my role,” you explained to him, “Swimming is the only thing not tied to it.”

“I think you’d like flying,” Neteyam spoke, “that’s how I feel when I’m in the sky. It’s something I can do freely.”

You shook your head, “It seems scary, I might fall off!”

“I wouldn’t let you.”

Oh.

It was like a knife sliced through the air, cutting off your breath, and there was that funny feeling again, that sinking and flutter in the pits of your stomach. You weren’t sure if it was what he said or how he said it, like there was something shrouded behind his words, but you knew it was wrong, so, so wrong. What were you even doing? You were out, alone, in the night, with a man, not the one you were promised to. You needed to leave, needed to get back before anyone caught you.

You turned behind you, looking towards the distant village, now dimly glowing, the bonfire having been long put out.

“We should head back, it’s late.”

o0O0o

You rode up to the large, winding mangrove roots, sturdy against the strength and unpredictability of the sea.

You let Neteyam get off the ilu first, pulling himself onto the woven path suspended above as you disconnected your queue and slid into the water. You pet the ilu’s head, showing your gratitude before it disappeared into the sea with a chirp.

You reached up to grab the side of the pathway, but strong cerulean hands wrapped around your forearms. You follow the dark blue, follow the dark stripes painted on night skin, and see bright gold looking at you, like the sun.

“Here,” Neteyam pulled you out of the water as you hoisted your legs up onto the suspended pathway, attempting to find footing on the elastic weaving. You stepped too firmly, losing your balance and tumbling forward with a yelp, further into the dark blue arms.

Neteyam stumbled back slightly as he caught you, your body now pressed against his, “Easy there.”

“I’m so sorry,” you rushed out, cheeks warm, flustered.

“It’s okay,” he whispered.

You realized how close you were, you could feel his breath tickle your face, his heartbeat thump against his chest.

You peeled yourself away from him, “I, uh, should go,” meekly gesturing towards the direction of your mauri.

Neteyam’s ears perked, “Right, yeah, I should too,” but neither of you moved to leave.

“Okay, goodnight,” you whispered and turned to walk away, body bouncing with each step.

He watched your figure disappear into the night, now alone with just the sound of the water below him. His skin burned where yours touched, like an open wound that only you could heal.

What am I doing? He asked himself. You had barely met a full day ago, he didn’t know you, besides the parts where you two were the same, but still; he didn’t know your favourite food, your happiest memory, your fears. Yet, the breeze that blew through his braids and through your curls was pushing him to you, like a whisper, telling him it was right.

Neteyam sighed and looked up at the sky, asking Ewya why she wanted to toy with him. Why allow him a new life of calm, peace, only to dangle something he couldn’t have before him.

“Bro, where’ve you been?” a voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

Lo’ak stood underneath a glowing lantern, making him visible in the night.

“A swim?” While technically true, Neteyam sounded far from convincing.

Lo’ak raised his eyebrows, “Sure.”

Neteyam scoffed and lightly shoved his brother.

Lo’ak continued, “We gotta go before dad wakes up. Or else he’s gonna beat my ass.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Lo’ak began walking away, leading the way to their mauri. Neteyam took one last look at the sky, sending a final plea to Ewya, before turning and following his brother. If he stayed and looked a second longer, he would’ve seen that the stars twinkled back, Ewya’s presence closer than ever, starting a new chapter in his story.

[femmmie]

Love your whumptober so far! Could you do another Courtney whump that’s more Shourtney focused?

Okay I'll do a bonus one today bc this is actually part of my 25k fic "THE ISLAND" and it takes place as president Ian (lol) and his campaign team Shayne and Courtney fly over the ocean in Air Force 1.

Read the entire fic here

Ian, Shayne and Courtney entered Air Force One. They were headed to a foreign country to broker peace talks and try to get some sort of ceasefire deal.

“I love the country,” Courtney said. They were absolutely rocking a hot pink blazer and shorts. “But I don’t see how we’re going to stop this conflict… it’s gone on for so long.” They looked out of the window as the plane ascended.

“Yeah, and the people are so friendly! Why is it that good people elect terrible leaders so often? No offense, Ian.” Shayne shot Ian a playful smirk.

“None taken, man. Just wait until I decree statues of myself all over the world, with a huge dong of course.”

“Actually, that would be pretty awesome.”

Ian and Shayne often bantered like this, and Ian found some solace in it. But even so, he would love someone who would shock HIM with something outrageous. And Shayne had tried but never succeeded, at least not yet.

“It would be, right?”

“Guys!” Courtney said fake-exasperated.

After a few hours had passed, Ian looked out of the window. He saw blue skylines in every direction. And he got an awful feeling in the pit of his stomach. Was this it?

He tried to act cool. “Shouldn’t we be there yet?”

Shayne was totally relaxed. “Maybe some high-altitude winds or something?”

“Only high-altitude wind here is Courtney’s passing gas all the time.”

“Hey!” Courtney protested with a burp.

Shayne kissed them on the cheek.

“Yall are disgusting,” Ian joked. But he couldn’t help but feel like something was off.

“We haven’t heard from the pilot once yet, right? I find it a bit odd. Could you check with them on why we’re taking a detour?”

“Sure!” Shayne walked up to the cockpit.

~

They were falling, fast.

“What’s happening?!”

Courtney stumbled towards the cockpit where Shayne had disappeared just moments ago. Where was he? But then they heard shots, and a couple of loud thuds.

“Shayne!” Courtney shrieked. “Shayne!!”

No answer. The door of the cockpit was locked.

The oxygen was quickly running out and their vision became blurry. They banged their fists on the closed door, then tried to claw it open.

“Shayne, honey… please hold on… I’m… I’m on my way…”

~

What was left of the plane, was quickly filling with water and beginning to sink.

A black boat appeared out of the thick mist that lay over the water. And a guy dressed in all black dove in. He was under for a long time.

Tommy nearly fainted as he held his breath, standing on deck. He really didn’t like the sea. He did respect it, he wanted the best for it, but he didn’t want to be in, on or even near it. And he certainly didn’t want Spencer to risk his life diving around a sinking plane.

Tommy and Spencer had been stealthily following a speedboat. But their plans had dramatically changed as they saw Air Force 1 fall out of the sky.

Spencer immediately went into GI Joe mode. It was like a switch had flicked inside of him. From goofy and lovable back to being a dangerous spy.

He resurfaced with not one but two people. They were both unconscious.

Panting, he handed the bodies to Tommy. “Do you know CPR?”

“Uhm, uhh..” Tommy was stuttering. “Y- Yes, I am OSHA-certified…”

“Quickly, save their lives, I’m going back in.”

“But Spe-” and he was gone. Damn.

Tommy tried his hardest. The first person, a beefy blonde guy, barfed up some sea water and came to his senses. At first, he just blinked and tried to reorient himself. But then he saw the other person. He jumped up.

“Courtney!” Shayne cried, horrified.

“I’m going to try to get her back,” Tommy tried to reassure him.

Shayne kneeled at Courtney’s side and squeezed their hand. He was bleeding but he only had eyes for his beloved Courtney. Tears ran down his face, or maybe it was water still running down from his hair. “Please, save them…”

Tommy kept pumping, blowing air into their lungs… Shayne screamed, it was horrible to see someone so distraught up-close.

Finally, a whole heap of water catapulted out of Courtney.

They slowly opened their eyes. “Hmm, still better than My Favorite Coffee.”

Shayne took them into his arms and hugged them so tightly, Courtney winced.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry, honey, are you okay?”

“As okay as you could be after a plane crash, I guess.” They said it so matter-of-factly that both Shayne and Tommy laugh-cried.

“Thank you so much, mister, for helping us. What an incredible coincidence that you just happened to be here!”

“Yeah, about that…” Tommy began, but Spencer resurfaced again.

“We have to go,” he said urgently.

“Where is the president?!” Shayne and Courtney protested.

“The president?!” Tommy gasped.

“NOW!” Spencer commanded and shuttled all of them into the cabin of the boat. He went out on deck once more and released a couple of lifeboats.

“That’s the best I can do for now, president Hecox, I’m sorry. But I’ve met my match.”

Spencer couldn’t believe it. All his years of experience couldn’t have prepared him for this.

There were several adversaries on board the sinking plane. How that could even happen was beyond him. But he fought most of them off easily, his martial arts training paying off handsomely.

Only one of them remained. Spencer had a hard time cornering him.

It wasn’t even a guard or a terrorist. He looked like some tech-bro or something. a sickly pale skin color, bags under his eyes… but a terrifying fire lay within them. Spencer had never known fear until he saw that face. His entire body told him this man was dangerous.

They brawled for a while but neither of them could get the upper hand. Until the guy took a can of gasoline that was randomly aboard the plane and got a golden anime-boob lighter out of his wet jorts.

“But the president is still out there!” Spencer had shouted, catching the guy off-guard.

“He’s still out there?! Okay, that’s even better!”

Dave licked his lips maniacally, and spat, “I am going to blow this shit up, so you better run, boy!”

Spencer was ashamed to say that he did run.

But there was still no explosion. Should he turn back? Had he failed? Spencer’s world was spinning.

A warm hand touched his shoulder, bringing him back to earth.

“Spencer?”

“Oh. Hey.”

Tommy hugged him.

“Thank you for keeping me safe.”

“Thank you for saving those people’s lives.”

“We saved them together…” Tommy walked his fingers around Spencer’s neckline.

“I was pretty awesome, I’ll admit. It kinda felt like a Solid Snake mission.”

“Oh my god!” Tommy couldn’t help but laugh. Why was this FBI-agent also a gamer?

“Hey. Want an ice cream?” Spencer caught him off-guard.

“We have those on board?”

“Of course.”

Tommy blushed. “Spencer… you know exactly what I need.”

“Do I, now?”

Tommy got all four of them ice cream.

[xylomilo]

Ninja Headcannons

Cole

Any pronouns

Demiromantic Bisexual with male lean

Afro-Latino with a little bit of French from great-grandfather

NU Goth

Collects records

Short butterfly locs

Booba 🤲🤲🤲

Will eat anything and everything if it doesn’t leave his mouth

PTSD from the fall in March of the Oni 🥰

After DotD, the others (and him) kept forgetting Cole isn’t a ghost anymore so they kept hitting him and he kept bumping into walls for a while

His mother would make cake from him when younger, thus why he loves it so much

Releases stress by training, baking cakes, or listening to music

Likes to study the meaning behind song lyrics

Jay

Demi-Boy

He/They

Bisexual

3/4 Korean 1/4 White (Libber was half white half Korean)

Portable charger that never runs out

“BRO HIS HEART STOPPED BEATING” Jay: “Let me try” ELECTROCUTES HIM

Southern accent that faded away over time

Scene kid in high school

Mythology nerd

Everyone bullies him for being part white

Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons fan

Refuses to download Twitter bc his fans scare the shit out of him

Audhd(?) (Autistic ADHD)

Kai

Trans

He/Him

Pansexual

Half Filipino Half Argentinian

Used to sacrifice a lot of things just to see Nya happy (cough cough Kenny McCormick cough cough)

Switched names with Nya one day and got hit by the transgender-fication ray

Constantly refers to Nya as “sis” because she used to be the only thing he had

Only good at forging magical weapons (the opposite of Karlof lmao)

Allergic to seafood but didn’t know until he was talking to the others like “yk it’s weird how fish makes my lips tingle” and they went 😟😟

Used to have nightmares the day his parents disappeared

Has accidentally made so many fires out the most random things

Every sea creature hates him

Dragons adore him and Oni loathe him

Lloyd

Trans, non-binary

He/They

Achillean AroAce spectrum

Vitiligo

Japanese with a bit of Chinese from grandma

AUTISTIC ADHD HAVER 🫵🫵🫵🫵

Has never seen any pictures of his grandmother, only heard vague stories

Lots of animals like him. Like a lot. Bro is followed by anything and everything when he goes to the park.

Seasonal allergies (FUCKING LOSER (im projecting))

Collector of books he will never read, physical and digital

Old dreamsmp fan- the others still make fun of him for it to this day

Sleeps in the most uncomfortable positions and places but is somehow fine

Lloyd wishes he had stayed in contact with Brad.

Had matching bracelets with Brad, but Lloyd doesn’t remember where he put it

Lloyd sometimes stalks Brad’s social media pages to see what he’s been up to, but is too scared to actually follow him back. When they do though, they find out Brad blocked them on everything the day after.

Post season 16, Lloyd became a pet sitter for a while. Imagine their surprise when the door opened and he was face-to-face with Brad. Lloyd quit the next day.

Nya

Trans

She/Her

Bisexual

Half Filipino Half Argentinian

Really observant

Knows what Kai did for her when they were younger and she feels awful about it

Can manipulate water in people but it’s hard to do

Couldn’t remember what her parents looked or sounded like until Season 7

Used to steal a lot when she was younger to help her brother

Every sea creature likes her

Dragons are terrified of her

Wakes up in a cold sweat when her older middle-child senses start tingling (Red Green Blue Ghost by beloved 🙏🙏)

Her and Morro got intense beef like fist fighting type (middle child stuff)

“Babe why is your mom hot” “Nya istfsm”

Zane

He/They/It

Pansexual

Vitiligo

African-American

AUTISTIC 🫵🫵

Used to overheat a lot pre season 4 but his ice powers cancelled it out

“Oh this media is nice” proceeds to research it for the next twelve hours (me)

JAZZ LIKER, GET HIS ASS

Gets treated like a brand new iPhone by Acronix 😭😭

Doesn’t need to charge, being near Jay Is enough 😭😭

Kenny McCormick by how many times he has died

“Don’t worry guys, I can fix this problem” pulls out gun

Wakes up in cold sweat “MY STUPID BITCH SENSES ARE TINGLING”

Their heart is made of ice, literally (their power core is made of blue crystal and chronosteel, which is how the old EM gave Zane their powers)

PIXAL

She/They/It

Unlabeled

African

Collects everything and anything

“Aw, this is too expensive!” … “Wait I’m rich.”

Only wears turtlenecks and plaid pants/skirts

Small rivalry with Nya because everything PIXAL creates, Nya has created before

A little bit insane

Zane: Would you still love me if I was a worm?

PIXAL: You already are

“Woah, they’re laser focused!” and PIXAL is listening to celebrity drama videos

Likes watching people argue on Samurai X’s gender/pronouns (thinks its funny)

Acts like schlatt sometimes

Has a habit of speaking in a monotone voice and is genuinely surprised when people think it’s being rude

Brutally honest 😭😭 Kai will say “does this make my ass look fat?” and PIXAL will respond with “the opposite, actually.”

[cobaltaugustao3]

2500 BC - Land of Uz

‘What am I?’ Aziraphale asked with a look that sent a pang of sorrow through Crowley.

‘You’re an angel who goes along with Heaven as far as he can.’

‘That sounds, um…’

‘Lonely?’

Aziraphale didn’t reply, just nodded.

‘Yeah,’ Crowley said.

‘But you said it wasn’t.’

Oh, this sweet, naive angel. Thousands of years among the humans and he was still so ready to believe every word he heard.

‘I’m a demon,’ Crowley said. ‘I lied.’

They sat on the rock for a long time. So long, in fact, that day turned to night and night bled back into day before another word was spoken.

‘Where are you headed next?’ Aziraphale finally asked, eyes fixed on the shimmering sea, the soft pastels of dawn pinking the water.

‘I dunno, thought I might hang around here a little longer.’ Crowley rose to his feet and stretched, hands high above his head. Aziraphale turned to watch him. ‘I’ve a house here, a nice little one-bed with its own garden, just on the outskirts of the town. I think I can stay a few more years, enjoy the wine and good weather before reporting back to Hell.’ He looked down at Aziraphale and gave him a crooked grin. Azizaphale’s eyes darted away and Crowley’s grin only widened. ‘Where are you off to?’

‘I’m not sure. I should probably head back up, check that the reports on Job’s trials don’t mention anything too out of the ordinary.’

Crowley reached out a hand and Aziraphale took it, letting himself be hoisted to his feet. His hand was warm and soft in Crowley’s. They stayed holding hands for a long moment before Aziraphale pulled his hand free and smoothed down his robes.

‘I best be off, then.’ He took a deep breath and began to make a sign in the air.

‘Wait.’

Aziraphale’s hand froze.

Crowley swallowed. ‘What if you came over to my place, to, um, you know, celebrate a job well done.’ Aziraphale cocked an eyebrow and Crowley hurried on. ‘I could cook. Show you some of the finer things the humans have managed to whip up in their kitchens. Would be a shame if you went back to Heaven without trying something other than Ox.’

Aziraphale stared at Crowley for a long moment, lips pursed. Crowley shifted awkwardly, sandaled foot scraping across coarse sand.

‘Fine.’

‘Yeah?’ Crowley couldn’t fight the grin that spread across his face.

‘But no wine, you hear me, Demon?’

Crowley threw up his hands. ‘You have my word.’

Azriaphale rolled his eyes. ‘The word of a demon, I’m sure I can put my utmost trust in that.’

Crowley tilted his head and winked, a sliver of yellow iris and slitted pupil sliding over Aziraphale's face. ‘Be at mine by sundown.’ He turned and started to stroll away.

‘How will I find your house?’ Aziraphale called after him.

Crowley swivelled, walking backwards for a few steps. ‘Follow the snakes. I’ll tell them to point the way.’

He thought he heard a quiet ‘oh, good Lord’ as he turned away and continued his walk towards town.

[yooniesim]

Honestly, I feel like the reason these people get away with these poor quality meshes and shady tactics is because most people don’t realize that it’s not all that good in the first place. You sit there and think “WOW! Look at this person who made their own items for the game!” and since you don’t know how to do it yourself and you’re on the outside looking in, it all seems impressive. I can definitely pinpoint the moment I realized that it’s as good as it seems.

I was too poor to buy packs so I used CC to fill the gaps , but then I discovered the Seven Seas of the Internet. Suddenly, I had all the packs at my disposal and I was so excited going through all these CAS items that I only ever saw in pack reviews on YouTube. But, that feeling faded quickly because I realized that I had seen most of them already in the form of CC mesh edits. I think what really put the nail in the coffin was seeing the DHD Items and realizing how many creators made their mesh edits and put them under early access w/o mentioning that they were just barely tweaked versions of an EA item.

I definitely had to take a step back from downloading CC after that, because I couldn’t view the creators I had admired so much in the same light as I had previously. All their creations were just kinda meh now that I had realized that they didn’t really create them at all and had just chopped it up and sold it as theirs. It was like finding out an artist you liked was just tracing everything and presenting it as theirs just because they changed the hairstyle.

Anyways, thanks for letting me ramble and keep on being awesome!

Nonny, I agree with everything you said. I went through this same thing as I realized more about cc creating and really how simple and repetitive some of my favorite cc was. I would be thinking a creator had super high quality work and was good at replicating EA's style... just to find out it was literally EA's meshes & textures just slightly tweaked. Considering how EA is (justifiably) shit on and used to be considered worse than cc creators, the situation has really taken a turn with maxis match creators. I really feel sorry for people that started simblrs in the last few years bc they will never know how you used to have 10x more content for FREE after a pack would drop, there would be repeats bc everyone was scrambling to make these little edits. Now the same 4-5 creators horde them under "add on" packs for extra money after people already paid EA for the pack. It's really just more microtransactions but it's from people that used to (seem to) care about the community & having fun but now just see dollar signs. I really honestly think they take those preview pics we get of all the items in a pack and seriously plan what they're going to slice and dice before the pack even comes out. And I think it's funny to criticize EA's every move (which i agree with tbh) when you're pretty much just a leech grabbing the work of the devs and stretching it as far as you can for your own gain. And they KNOW it's shady, that's why they hide and only pop in to post their cc, that's why they're super defensive, why they only talk to each other and have their lil secret discords where they pass around peoples names and get them banned from all their patreons while immediately chain blocking the people that criticize them on tumblr. The first minute I criticized early access (before I ever mentioned anyone by name), I got chain blocked by 5-8 big creators within a day, and i'm even blocked by maxismatchccworld by the same exact reason. They 1000% block out anyone they can and just collect a check every month off their basically- let's call it what it is- stolen work.

[pondslime]

find the word wip game

rules: search your wip(s) for the words given to you and share a sentence, then assign words for the people you tag

@visceravalentines MEG TYSM FOR THIS TAG this was so SO fckn fun. what an electric concept!! I shared more than a sentence for each bc I'm a fiend

my words were mouth, fall, dirt, teeth, and open!! cracking my knuckles like wooooooooo let's GOOOO

MOUTH;

from sacramentum (midnight mass // father paul hill x reader)

What happened to Mary in that cave? Alone, having stripped herself of all other pleasures—nothing but her thoughts and the one book she’d allowed herself. Wandering the seaside and building crucifixes out of sticks and roots, tied together by some stray fishing line. Had she looked down on his face, whittled crudely out of stone, and wished for steadier hands to carve his likeness? How many times had she woken with the sound of the sea in her ears? Perched by the mouth of the cave, watching the sky turn from gray to blue to gold to black?

Did she ever see ships on the horizon? What did she think of them? Had she ever thought of flagging one down? And what was the punishment she’d given herself for that?

When did you stop feeling hungry? You couldn’t survive on tears alone.

FALL;

from dancing in the moonlight (an american werewolf in london // david kessler & jack goodman x reader)

“We could’ve gotten frostbite.” Jack mutters.

“In the worst case scenario, yes, I suppose.” David replies, helping himself to a bagel.

“We almost got trench foot.”

���We did not!” David exclaims, laughing.

“That’s why I said almost, poindexter.” Jack counters. “One more night of wet socks and my toes would’ve fallen off. One by one—” He flicks his index finger three times, making a popping noise with his lips. “And it would’ve been all your fault. Good luck explaining that to my mother when we get back in the states. Oh, sorry Mrs. Goodman, I had Jack trekking through miles upon miles of soggy moorland and now he’s toeless. Those socks you knit him, forget about it. Maybe give it ‘til next Hanukkah and he’ll regrow his toes—oh, wait…”

“You’re ridiculous.” David shakes his head.

“Oh yeah? I’ll remember that when I’m decomposing next to you. Toes gone. Rotting.” Picking up the tongs, Jack wavers above the platter of croissants. “Sure you’ll find me real funny then, you schmuck.”

DIRT;

from sometime after midnight (house of wax // bojangles sinclair x reader)

The dull blue glow from the keypad barely illuminates the ground, but you can make out the unmistakable sign of cherry red fluid leaking onto the dirt. A steady trickle of it drips from the underside of the car—and it's not stopping anytime soon.

Your transmission is fucked.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” You exclaim.

TEETH;

from serotonin (house of wax // carly jones x reader)

She pictures her tank top, bloody and tattered, stuffed into a plastic bag labeled with EVIDENCE in bold letters. The prosecutor clicks to the next projection slide and there she is, another picture.

“Who are the women in the photographs? Are they still alive? It’s difficult." The detective on the screen grimaces. "We only have remnants of them. We’ve found teeth…clothes. The trophies they kept of these women will hopefully lead us to discovering their identities. I don’t know how long it’s going to take. But they deserve to have their names given back to them.”

“Carly?”

OPEN;

from a handful of bluebonnets (tcm // thomas hewitt x reader)

He’d been young. Young enough to still show his face, but old enough to know that it was the reason people were staring. He didn’t remember much from that day, just open-mouthed stares and the cow at the county fair with big watery eyes. Black, shining irises eclipsing the thin white sclera, framed with long lashes. She was a regal old thing, standing with her neck held high, ears twitching.

He thought he saw her again once, years later.

Her coat was duller, her head dropping. She’d traded her blue ribbons for slippery red blood, splattered along the wall and running down the grate. You use up all your usefulness on pride and this is where you’re bound to end up.

Maybe she’d been the first one. Spoiled with the heartbreak of a life that never came to be.

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