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wayne mccullough nsfw alphabet!!
i kinda got carried away and just kept adding stuff so haha yeah you’re welcome
alright before we start this off i just wanna say that wayne was so so very awkward during the beginning of your relationship but now he’s loosened up and so comfortable w you
alright here ya go
characters are 18+!!!
smut under cut
A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
- he loovvvees taking care of you after sex. like he always has water on hand ready to give to you if you want it. he’ll get a cloth of you need it. he also just kisses all over your body telling you how much he loves you over and over
B - Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)
- he likes his hands and arms. watching his fingers disappear inside of you over and over again mixed with the sounds that you and your pussy makes drives him up the fucking wall
- he sticks his thumb in your mouth
- when he starts to get tired and his head slumps down into your neck and you see his shoulder n back muscles………
- he loves your whole body, just the fact that he has it all to himself is wild to him
- but he does like your hips and thighs in particular though, like when he eats you out and he can just dig his hands into your skin???
- and also when he can see himself in your stomach phewwwww
- man he’ll just stare at it moving inside of you
- “fuck, is that me?” you look down to where he’s staring, seeing a bulge in your stomach from his dick.
- “yeah-yeah that’s you, wayne…” he does something impulsive and presses his hand flat against it and you moan out unexpectedly.
- “holy fuck…”
C - Cum (Anything to do with cum)
- when you go without a condom (wrap it b4 u tap it) he cums on your stomach or back for “easy cleanup” and totally not bc he loves backshots
- but when you’re sucking him off and he cums and some slips out of the corners of your mouth and down your jaw and throat and seeing that j gets him hard again
D - Dirty secret (A dirty secret of theirs)
- he wants to bend you over a desk or counter don’t ask me how i know
- or doggy??? he wants to see the arch in your back so fuckin bad
E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
- he’s only been with you so he doesn’t really have any experience
- you’re his first everything
- it’s kind of self explanatory to him so he knows where everything goes
- he just doesn’t know what to do to add that extra layer of pleasure for you, so he has you touch yourself and puts his hand on top of yours to see what he can do to make you feel sooo good
- and fuck is he good at it
- “like that?” he says innocently as he moves his hands though your folds just right
- “fuck, fuck yeah like that…” you say lulling your head back onto the pillow behind you, moaning out as he does it over and over
F - Favorite position
- anything where he can see your face. he loves when you make faces for him
- he also loves when you make eye contact, it makes it more intimate
G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
- he’s rather serious bc it’s such an intimate moment between you two
- buttttt, when you both get real into it yall go hard?? fuuuck he gets into itttt
- “yeah? you like that?”
- he can get goofy though like when he realizes what he’s doing he can laugh a bit maybe
- he can also make fun of your moans, mocking them when he’s more dominant
- “like it so much you’re fuckin droolin, yeah? fuckin whore…”
H - Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
- he’s not that bad just a bush around the base
- and he doesn’t care about your hair at all, like honestly as long as you’re happy and comfortable so is he
I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect.)
- oh is he romantic
- sometimes he sets things up w flowers n shit all cheesy but you both love it. it shows he really cares and its so fucking cute
- makes you cum every time is all i gotta say. that’s his main goal, just make you feel good
- there’s nowhere else to put this so i’ll put it here, he puts his hand in the back pocket of your jeans please help me why do i do this to myself
J - Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)
- he was never really the type to jerk off a lot but he did enjoy the few times he was alone
- but now that he has you he doesn’t really have to
- but when you’re not with him for long enough he jerks off but it’s never as good as the real thing with you
K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)
- BLOOD KINK PAIN KINK KNIFE KINK MY GUY IS A MASOCHIST
- ok one by one
- blood kink: he loves seeing either one of you bleeding in bed, he loves the taste, the sound when you wince for him, you bet you’re covered in scars that only he can see. OH MY GOD sometimes he cuts his fingers or thumb n sticks them in your mouth, saliva mixed with either of your blood at this point dripping down the sides of your mouth and down his hand
- knife kink: I MEAN COME ON??
- pain kink: goes w the last two but come onnnn. you see how much he gets beaten up for fun you can’t tell me he doesn’t get off on it a bit
- PULL HIS HAIR TRUSTTTT
- praise + degradation, he wants to be called a good boy what can i say
- choking is a big one, when he’s fucking you missionary and his hand travels from beside your head and onto your throat, he’ll squeeze just enough to feel your pulse
- he can also feel every single sound coming from your throat when he chokes you and he loves it
L - Location (Favorite places to do things)
- fucking anywhere and i mean it. the bed, the floor, the couch, the shower, a bathtub, a car, a fucking alley. anywhere kinda private, he’ll take you wherever
M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
- always in the mood, he’s a teenage boy, but when you’re in the mood? just pushes him further
- whenever he gets mad though, you’re in for quite the night ahead of you. fuckin pounding into you like nobody’s business and saying the most outrageous stuff in your ear especially after he gets beaten up bad
N - No (Turn offs, things they refuse to do)
- i mean he’s down to try anything once but maybe not pegging
O - Oral (Preference in receiving or giving, skill, etc)
- he loooovvveeeessss oral like omfg
- he’s so good at it lemme tell you
- he really doesn’t have a preference, whatever yall are in the mood to do he’ll do
- he fucks you w his tongue every fucking time
P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)
- depends on how he’s feeling but usually he’s somewhere in the middle
- he’s fast and rough when he’s mad or just feeling more in the fucking mood
- he’s slow when he wants to just be with you in the moment
- you love both sides of him
Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
- he doesn’t mind a quickie here and there but he loves proper sex
- he loves the foreplay leading up to it and the closeness + aftercare, he’s very sentimental
- but a quickies always good for when you’re on the run and have time
R - Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
- down to try anything once 🤷♀️
S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)
- he can go for a while sometimes three or four if he’s real pent up but usually just one or two
T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
- nope not really but if you have one he’ll sheepishly ask you how it’s used and you’ll show him and it inevitably turns him on and says “fuck that, i can do it much better,” and fucks you much better
U - Unfair (How much they like to tease)
- he likes to tease you just to see how far you’ll let it go, like only circling ur clit and not going anywhere from there.
- sometimes he’ll go into the bathroom w you when he knows there’s nobody else is in there and he’ll kiss your neck and maybe play w your pussy over your clothes and get you all worked up then stop
- “fucking every time?”
- “yeah.”
- off topic but speaking of bathrooms, once when yall were in the bathroom together and someone knocked he yelled “fuckin occupied” while going down on you. hot as fuck.
V - Volume (How loud are they, what sounds they make)
- he’s actually pretty loud
- he’s more of a moaning and grunting kind of guy but sometimes he’ll whimper when he’s trying to be quiet and it’s so nice bc you can hear how much he wants to be loud but doesn’t want to get caught :(
W - Wild card
- he calls you “ma” sometimes, both in and out of bed
- he doesn’t know where it came from but one day he was like “you want anything from the gas station, ma?” and you never questioned it and it stuck
- in bed he’s like “ma, please enough with the teasin”
- “needja bad, ma, please” all whiny n shit too
- shit like that AUHHHHH
- he’s a talker in bed
- “come on, one more f’me.. i know you can do it, baby”
- whenever you say his name in bed it gets him even more worked up
- “fuck wayne, please…” you don’t even know what your asking for at this point, his dick is so far in you and you’ve came already but he’s making you feel so good you just want more.
- and you KNOW his accent gets so much stronger like cmon
- oh and he follows you around like a fuckin dog, and wherever you need him for absolutely anything, he’s always in a 5 foot radius
X - X-Ray (What's hiding under the clothes)
- he’s a good 6-7 inches and does he use it well
- he’s well toned but not buff, he’s got abs and when he noticed you staring he flexes and you get all flustered and he loves it, smirking and laughing a bit when you turn away
- when you’re fucking, his stomach and arms flex and you can see every indent of his abs and biceps
Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
- again he’s a teenage boy so his sex drive is pretty high
- he wants to be with you 24/7 and when he is he always has a hand on you never letting you go
- when you get in the mood you find him in the house and sit next to him, after a bit maybe move your leg on top of his, and this catches his attention from whatever he was doing. still not fully paying attention to you, you sigh and move to straddle his lap, fully taking his attention
- “what’s up” he laughs a bit
- “haven’t seen ya all day. missed ya” you say playing with his hair on the back of his neck
- “oh yeah?” he smirks, putting his hands on your hips, moving them up to your waist and down your thighs
- “yeah..” he slides his hands up to your waistband and hooks two fingers in them
- you tug on his hair, making his head jerk back and a grunt fall from his lips, smirk still plastered across his face.
- “you gonna do somethin about it?”
- and yall fuck right there on the couch
Z - Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
- he’s pretty good about not falling asleep right away, he wants to take care of you first before thinking about himself.
- you fall asleep in his arms after he gets you two cleaned up and he’s right there after you
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ty for reading!! this was so much fun to write omgg
i’m probably gonna make a fic out of some of these bc wayne is taking up my every thought help
also happy 2024!
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boyfriend!eren headcannons ✮
eren x chubby fem reader
MDNI! -> warnings: name calling (baby, good girl), oral (m and f receiving), cumming inside (wrap it b4 u tap it!), tbh lots of mentions of cum, squirting, dom!reader, slightly sub!eren, public sex, fingering, panty stealer!eren, panty!sniffer eren, anal, dildo use, riding, this is just so nasty
i didnt proofread this :33
-boyfriend!eren who has a cold demeanor in public but when yall are alone mf is clingy :(( cant go a day without you. he has to has his hands on ya. your tummy, tits, ass, face, thighs. EVERYWHERE
-boyfriend!eren who cant be apart from you for too long. he becomes a whiny mess.
-> “baby where’d you go?!” hes on the verge of fuckin tears when he wakes up without you in his arms.
-boyfriend!eren who will give people the death glare if they even look at you the wrong way. hes so protective
-boyfriend!eren who will grab your hand in public and pull you towards him for a lil smooch IN FRONT OF YOUR FRIENDS. (i hate him.)
-boyfriend!eren that gets jealous when you and jean laugh too hard at a joke.
-> starts getting all angsty and you needa give him all the kisses and hugs till hes satisifed.
-boyfriend!eren who love spoilin the shit outta you. he knows you deserve it.
-> bought you an expenisve necklace with his initials on it
nsfw:
-boyfriend!eren who loves watchin the neckalce he gave you, bounce against your plush tits when you ride him
-boyfriend!eren who makes you look up at him when you suck his cock. groans at the sight of your pretty fuckin eyes. calls you all sorts of names :(
“thats it baby...look at me mhm... good girl”
-boyfriend!eren who loves watching your ass jiggle when hes hittin it from behind <3 will literally cum right then and there when he sees you arch your back
-boyfriend!eren who wants to (lowkey) be dominated by you. when your not home, he likes to take your pink dildo and practice riding it.
-> one time you caught him and somethin snapped in you. made him ride the dildo in front of you and it made him cum even faster.
-boyfriend!eren who secretly takes your panties and uses them to jerk off. goes through your dirty laundry so that he can find those pink lacy panties and sniff them as he cums.
-boyfriend!eren who loves watching his cum drip out of you, loves LOVES LOVEs filling you up and making you sit there whining, his cock still inside of you so that his cum can reach the deepest parts of you. (eren has a breeding kink fr you CANT tell me otherwise.)
-boyfriend!eren who fingers you under the dinner table when you two are out with friends. you could almost hear the wet sqelches of your pussy and you try your hardest not to cum. you get up from your seat to go to the bathroom to take a break but eren follows you and yall end up fuckin in the men’s bathroom.
-> makes you sit the rest of the night filled to the brim with his cum.
-boyfriend!eren who makes you squirt for the first time by accident when he was eatin you out so now hes poundin the shit outta you, just so that he can see you do it again.
-> “holy fuck. can you do that again baby? for me?” he lifts you off the ground and proceeds to bounce you on his cock.
he fuckin luvs you <333
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FUCK YEAH songs i actually listen to (you made a grave mistake asking me to talk about music @maleposting i’m about to get so VERY annoying)
let’s start with her. sad reflection song. end of semester anthem, ESPECIALLY end of spring semesters holy shit (but it works year long because my uni is in fuckass fl). in seriousness, the lyricism is so pretty, the outro production is beautiful, and i am a personal slut for any song with a reverb’d guitar.
next up, HER. i could’ve chosen literally any song from this album and it would’ve worked (i wanted to do Black Mascara but ik how RAYE feels about that song and how she hates dance pop so-). lyricism on point. vocals ON POINT. PRODUCTION?? ON POINT. fucking wonderful song and a great early album track.
HEHEHEHEHEHE. gracie. good god i love her so fucking much. this album is just…it’s like if a dying bisexual wallflower was an album. and the fact that the deluxe version coming in june is gonna have Block me out on it…she did that for me and me ONLY. lyricism is sad, chorus is so…oh my god, and aaron dessner produced this so you already know the production is fucking insane.
okay for #3, he’s is a relatively newer one i found! i love anything industrial, softer rock (horrible examples but With Or Without You, 1979, anytning with a peaceful reverb guitar and a good drum) and 90s rock. i found Third Eye Blind actually through their poppiest song (Queen of Daydreams) but it was AM-recommended tracks from on Blue that got me to go back to their old music. lyricism is great, the production is so…skittish? out of control in some places? the speed shifts and the guitars oh god i just love it. and Stephan Jenkins’ vocals…god there’s something so like…idk. he’s wonderful.
and finally…
three words CAAAAN WEEEEE GOOOOOOOO-
sorry. this song. this fucking SONGGGGGG. one thing about CHVRCHES they sure know how to open a fuckin album. anyways. my most listened to song of this year. 150+ streams already. not counting instrumental versions i listened to thru YouTube. it’s perfect. in every way. it’s like a 5min song but it feels like 2. everything about it. EVERYTHING. FUCK ITS SO GOOD. like what can’t i say about it. there’s a plot, there’s build, a production that’s so scattered and overwhelming in THEEE BEST way possible…….and the vocality HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH i’m in pain. it’s all so fucking good.
okay idc just do it if u want don’t even tag me if u don’t want to actually wait no tag me i wanna see yall talk about your favorite songs i love seeing it :D
#request#music#GOD I LOVE MUSIC#this post…#aka aries being autistic for ~1000 characters or less#and i love that about me#:D#third eye blind#RAYE#chvrches#snail mail#gracie abrams#mutuals#mutual request#Spotify
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i love seeing my mutuals requesting fics haha, could i possibly request a either ricky or julian x hyperfemme reader :3 like juicy couture hot pink lip gloss 25mm lashes with 5 inch pumps type of girl.. like they're having a shoot out with cyrus and they see the reader worried and confused or possibly hurt in the background and try to help her? sorry if this doesnt make sense, you dont have to answer ! <3
just wanted to say thanks for ur requests everyone, i love seeing what yall come up with and besides this gives me something to do while i'm not busy for the summer (school for me starts mid august so i prob won't be as active on here but i will try to fulfill all requests by then so keep them coming!!)
this is gonna be a ricky and julian fic (not a gay fic, i dont write gay because i'm not gay and i'd rather have the actual gay ppl in the tpb fandom writing the gay fics cuz i dont know SHIT on how to write fruity fics) meaning that ricky and julian will be main characters in this fic
idk what to title this so here's a short synopsis: ricky and julian see that y/n got hurt from their shootout and goes to help you out :)) enjoy!!
TW: mentions of blood, wounds, nasty shit like that
You were headed out to the grocery store for your usual weekly shopping, wearing an eye-popping pink outfit that was sure to be eye-catching and the topic of everyone's conversation (in a good way). The outfit today was a PINK Victoria's Secret shirt, hot pink track pants, and some cute pink pumps to go with it. Sure, it may have been a little over-the-top for the grocery store, but you didn't give a fuck what anyone else thought. You looked good and you knew it.
As you stepped out of your trailer, you were greeted with gunshots in the road. Ricky and Julian were shouting at that heavy metal dick, Cyrus. Jules saved you from Cyrus once, and little did he know, he'd have to save you again.
You were used to this kind of shit going down in the trailer park, so you just walked to your car like it was nothing. Suddenly, a sharp pain went through your left arm. You could see blood seeping through your sleeve. A bullet grazed you and left a wound that looked absolutely disgusting. You gritted your teeth out of pain and held your arm with your other hand.
Ricky looks over and sees you laying on the ground in pain and runs over to you. "Julian, get the fuck over here," Ricky shouts, and Julian runs over to you. "Holy fuck, I'm sorry, Y/N," Julian says, sitting you up and looking at your wound. It looked nasty and bloody, but not horrible where you'd need medical attention, thank god.
They help you stand up and follow you into your trailer, into the bathroom where your first aid kit was, sitting underneath the sink in the cabinet. Julian looks through the kit and finds some gauze and tape.
"Here, sit right here," Julian says, motioning for you to sit on the counter while he patches you up. "Go get me a wet towel," he says to Ricky. Ricky runs to the kitchen and grabs a wad of paper towels and wets them in the kitchen sink. He brings them back and Julian wipes off all the blood on your arm, then puts the bandage on.
"It's really not that bad, I've been shot many times and I'm fine." Ricky says, pulling out a joint and lighting it. "Here man, have a hit." He offers you, and you accept.
"Well at least I'm not dead." You reply, taking another hit off of Ricky's joint.
"Are you mad at us?" Ricky asks, since he shot you on accident.
"No, why should I be? At least you apologized and took care of me, and I appreciate that." You responded, as Julian finished putting the bandage on you.
"Thank fuck, cause you're pretty fuckin' cool to be around and I don't want hard feelings or whatever." Ricky says.
"Yeah man, I'm glad you're not mad at us. But if you need help putting another bandage on later, you know where to find me." Julian says, glad that he helped you along with Ricky.
"Okay guys, I've gotta go buy groceries now, y'all need anything while I'm out?" You ask, basically returning the favor.
"Chips and pepperoni." Ricky says, handing you a wad of cash.
"I'll take some chips." Julian says, handing you a few dollars.
"Alright then, see you in maybe an hour." You give them both a hug, being careful because of your arm. You drive off to the grocery store and when you return, Ricky and Julian are there, waiting for their stuff. They even helped you carry your stuff inside.
Later that evening, you hung out with them, drinking, snacking and smoking. Bubbles was there, too. It turned out to be a pretty good day despite being shot (kinda).
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[HAIKYUU!!] Season 2 episode 24
COME ON KARASUNO!! I am staying up late for this shit!
He absolutely adjusted it intentionally, he saw that shit and made the best out of it
Hhhh these back to back points give me hype and anxietyyy
Omg yahaba's on field, and mad dog's keepin an eye on him! Idk bout yall but my shipper goggles are on rn
Ok seijo got a point, BUT LOOK AT THOSE TWO! LOOK AT HOW HAPPY YAHABA IS AT MAD DOG! Gsap he adjusted himself to make yahaba's set work. I know these two are like side chars and bg chars respectively BUT HEAR ME OUT. Shipped romantically or not, they'd be good friends
Aight back to the game. 18-19 SHIT COME ONE KARASUNO
YES HINATA!! And damn that slide!
God it's like the show heard me or something, i asked to have these 2 interact more and they did, even if briefly. Will probably never see yahaba again next season, but hey it is wat it is
I kinda like these scenes of showing us the reactions of the ppl outside the game watching it. I kinda forgot that there were other ppl watching the game ngl
OH SHIT ANIMATION STYLE CHANGED- BUT IT WASN'T ENOUGH TO STOP THE CROWS!
OMFG HSKSHS TADASHI IS ON PLAY!! START UP ANOTHER STREAK MY BOI
Shit- it almost got him again! COME ON SAVE TADASHI'S SERVE!! SHIT- dammit no! Iwa why are you so good
HHHH oh boi oikawa's serving. SHIT IT'S THE COOL ANIMATION- FUCK SEIJO ONLY NEEDS ONE POINT, COME ON CROWS!!
Ok but how the camera lagged behind a bit when oikawa served? Idk but that was neat, like it just cemented how important this shit is
FUCK YES DAICHI!! KARASUNO'S GOT THE POINT, JUST 2 MORE!
Gsap sugamama is in play! Time for some double setters
LMAO omg "why u trying to pick a fight with hinata rn" i recognize this scene from yt compilations
AAAA HINATA SAW MAD DOG! LETS FUCKIN GOOO! But is kage ok that was a collision, I'm now very scared of any collisions that happen after deadchi
OH SHIT- GOOD SAVE SUGA!
AHA! A FUCKIN SETTER DUMP GET JUKED!! NO ONE WAS EXPECTING THAT!
Oh shit oikawa was so fuckin desperate that animation style changed holy crap. UHHH iwa might wanna check up on your bf
Huh? Wait oikawa's met old coach ukai?? But, he never went to karasuno right?? HUH??? I feel like i missed something
Oikawa spitting facts rn. You yourself are your 1st and no.1 supporter. If you don't even believe in yourself to be able to do something, then u won't ever be able to do it. Talent isn't handed to you on a silver platter after all
MAKE IT A GOOD ONE SUGA! ALL CHIPS ARE DOWN NOW! SETTER SWITCH, COME ON!!
HOLY SHIT OIKAWA?! A SET FROM THAT FAR?!? OH FUCK- DUDE IS HIS BACK OK???
DAICHI AAAAA- OMFG TANKA!!! HOLY SHIT ASAHI- OMG ITS ON SEIJO'S SIDE OF NET
HSKSGSJS MAD DOG- OK SOMEONE JUST TAKE THE POINT ALREADY I CAN'T HANDLE THIS
SUGA HOLY SHIT ARE YOU OK?!?
AAAA SPECIAL ATTACK, PLS DON'T BE LIKE LAST TIME! OH FUCK OIKAWA-
... they won.. Omg they won. KARASUNO FUCKING WON!! LETS GOOO!!! I NEED TO REWATCH THAT ROUND AGAIN
Holy shit, omg, ok someone pls get the boys checked by a nurse or something. Oikawa hit his back hard on a table, suga got hit square in the face by a volleyball, get these two setters a nurse please
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me? testing out a new art program with priest!geralt? idk what you’re talking about. i would never let the horny infect every part of my life.
big thanks to the beloveds who hyped me enough to actually post this 😅
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Snowed In || Joel Miller x F!Reader
(Its ironic because this smut is 6k words so it didn’t do that quickly AT ALL LMAOOOO) This took me too many fucking days to write, its so hard to get into smut mentality like holy fucq
YALL I FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED IT HOLY SHIT
Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader
Request: Can I request some Joel Miller fluff (mayyyybe some smut?) I could totally see getting snowed in with him 😏🥰
Word Count: 6k
Warnings: S M U T and S W E A R I N G annndd implied age gap but its not stated (reader is probs like thirties or older) AND you guys being the biggest pain in the ass for Joel :)
Also @ me stanning how yall interract with each other because the banter is highkey lowkey fun lmaoooo
“Ah, shit!” You cursed loudly, your feet stampeding desperately in thick snow while increasingly aware of the group of hunters — that managed to get the jump on you — were probably still tailing you. Your hands clamped down harshly on the wound you bled profusely from, droplets of crimson blood stained the snow with each step.
“Joel!” You shouted in desperation, approaching the lookout as you internally prepared yourself for getting blasted by the old man for being reckless — or better yet, leading the hunters to the lookout. You didn’t want to linger to long on those thoughts, not while you quite literally had an arrow protruding out of your side.
It wasn’t the first time you’d inconsequently been impaled by something or other, and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last. You had at least hoped that the impending snowstorm worsened and covered your blood trail quicker than you were making pace.
Breathlessly, you lean against the lookouts outer walls, scanning the area for potential hunters. Luckily for you the progressively heavier snowfall deterred any prospect of human threats. You rap hard and heavy on the metal reinforced door, holding onto your side as a wince escapes your lips.
“Joel! For fucks sake… Open the damn door!” You gritted, the bite of the cold air finally hitting the wound you so desperately tried to keep covered. It was incredibly clear that the older man was tactful and cautious, having been on plenty of runs, watches and patrols with him opened you up to his reserved nature.
However, it was getting ridiculous considering the urgency in your voice that now of all times, he decided to cautiously approach.
The door was pulled open, after a succession of noises that were no doubt the barricades being moved. Joel poked his head out, looking around before settling on your hunched figure, “what the hell did you do this time?”
You rolled your eyes, pushing past him as you yearned for the warmth and safety of the lookout, “I’m great — thanks for askin’.” You stumble over to what was once most likely a bar, the remnants of liquor bottles and on tap beer seemed to be a good indicator of that.
Readjusting the barricade, Joel finally makes his way over to you. Concern wasn’t a typical expression he showed to anyone other than toward Ellie, seeing it flicker across his face as he approached you nearly knocked you off the stool you sat on. It was brief but you absolutely noticed it.
“You mind fillin’ me in on what happened out there?” His brow was raised as he gestured to your wound. He was taking his time to gather the gauze and alcohol to patch you up, but he was acutely aware that if it was something to panic about he’d be much quicker.
Joel had known you for a while, in the time you two spent together on patrols he knew that if anyone could handle an arrow through the torso it was most definitely you. He admired your grit — although he’d never admit it, you were one of the only people whose company he enjoyed.
“Pissed off some fuckin’ Hunters… Don't think they liked me killin’ one of their buddies,” your words staggered with intermittent shallow breaths. You eyed your companion as he almost deliberately slowly made his way in front of you with the appropriate supplies needed to patch you up.
His hardened personal walls had attracted you like a moth drawn to a flame, from your first meeting to now, you had been determined to understand the mysterious man who just so happened to also be your neighbour. “Old age really must be gettin’ to you old man — leave me to just bleed out why don’t ya?”
“If it was serious I’m sure you’d be dead ‘lready.” He retorted, unphased by your not so subtle jab at him. And there it was. That little playful glint in his eyes that you’d only witnessed a handful of times prior, it proved to you that he wasn’t completely closed off and coarsened by the shitshow life turned out to be for him.
You scoff at him, a smirk grazing your lips as you make good use of the whiskey beside you, “well ain’t I lucky to be accompanied by someone so concerned about my life,” you took a swig of the bottle, hoping that the smooth liquor would ease the pain permeating from your side.
He chuckled at the harshness in your voice, “concerned? That’s a funny way of puttin’ it… C’mon by the fire I need a better look at this.”
Looking back at him stunned, you pulled a face that was somewhere between shock and delight, “did I just get two jokes from Joel Miller? In succession? You get bit or somethin’ while I was gone?” You eased yourself off the stool and slowly staggered toward the fire, obliging Joel’s request.
You propped yourself up against one of the weathered armchairs, time had not been kind to the piece of furniture as seen by the cracked leather and copious amount of stains. Before getting too comfortable, you shrugged off the outer layers of jackets you typically adorned to protect yourself from the harsh winters around Wyoming.
The flannel you had over top of the long sleeved thermal shirt you wore was unluckily pinned to your side by the arrow, it used to be a dark blue with green accents — now it was almost black with the pooling blood soaking into the fibers.
Joel was looking at you in thought, memories resurfacing of Colorado and reliving his own time having been impaled due to Hunters. Although the arrow stuck inside you was practically a small scratch in comparison to the metal rebar he intimately came to know.
“Starin’ won’t get this arrow outta me, Joel.” You huffed, taking things into your own hands as you pull off one of your gloves, “here —.” you stuffed it between your teeth and gripped onto the arrow tightly before pulling it out. Your muffled cries of pain had thankfully been mostly silenced by the glove.
“Jesus christ, what in the hell are you doin’?” Joel kneeled down by your side.
“Fast trackin’ the healing process — not… so great… of an idea…” You mumbled out breathlessly, your shaky hands completely covered in blood. Your bright idea of taking things into your own hands backfiring, as you grew progressively light-headed.
Now Joel was slightly panicked and annoyed that your recklessness and impatience always seemed to get in the way of his own brooding and thoughtfulness. “Do you even think before you do things? I ain’t here to babysit you goddammit.” He grumbled, wiping away at the wound so he could inspect it.
You airily laughed, feeling tired and exhausted, “babysit? I’m the only person who’ll deal with your bullshit on patrols, cowboy.” Your limbs started to feel incredibly light and numb as your words became more slurred.
You weren’t wrong in that aspect, but what you weren’t aware of was the fact that you were most often paired with Joel on patrols because the man had asked for it, not because of the excuse Tommy told you; ‘everyone has a hard time with him except for you’.
His nimble hands made quick work at the suture needle and stitching, you only wincing when the needle pierces through your broken skin. He was careful and calculated while he patched you up, grateful that you had been quiet for just a few moments as he paid your back the same amount of care for the front.
By the time he had finished, you had long drifted off in a sleep. He was regimented in making sure you were breathing consistently and every fifteen minutes or so, he would wake you up to ensure you weren’t going to die on him.
After two hours of nothing out of the ordinary coming from your peaceful state, he let you rest peacefully undisturbed.
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When you woke up, you weren’t too sure what to expect. Pain was one thing you anticipated… And the pain didn’t disappoint. Perhaps it was because you woke up in a completely different position and place within the lookout than when you fell asleep. No longer by the fire downstairs, but in the makeshift bedroom loft beside a smaller fire.
The headache that thumped through your head was arguably the most painful feeling that was occurring in your body. But that didn’t stop you from slowly rising up, a hand instinctively placed over the wound as it twitched in pain. Sounds of distant guitar chords echoed through the open area, you hadn’t even taken notice that Joel brought his guitar when you two left Jackson earlier in the morning.
Not that you were really paying him much attention earlier in the morning, freely exploring your own mind and memories. Something Joel envied in you was your ability to be so free spirited, despite the apocalyptic fuck fest that was everyday life. He initially chalked you up to being naive and foolish, but the time he’s taken to get to know you had informed him otherwise.
You hesitantly remove the mound of blankets on you and start your attempt to get up. It was a struggle to say the least, your thumping headache and aching wound made it quite the difficult feat to pull off.
All effort aside, you finally carried yourself slowly down the stairs, nursing your wound and instantly missing the warmth that the fire at your bedside provided. By the dimly lit interior it was well and truly deep into the night, which made you wonder how long you’d been asleep for.
Judging by the stillness of the atmosphere, that also meant your earlier encounter with hunters didn’t attract unwanted attention to the lookout.
Joel was seated by the fire in an amicable state, he was seemingly unaware of the fact you’d woken up or even noticed you had seated yourself on the armchair closest to the fire. His eyes shifted toward the movement, surprised to see you had made your way down the stairs without so much as a voice of complaint.
“You sure you weren’t a country singer before this? I’m getting some Billy Ray vibes… Bitta Keith Urban too..” You smile at him, admiring the way the firelight bounced off his features, the scene before you looking like some cozy cottage fantasy.
He put his guitar aside, if he was amused by your joke — you didn’t see it.
You tilted your head to the side, trying to gauge his mood based off the evident shift that occurred between you falling asleep to now. He appeared to be annoyed (not surprising) and closed off more than usual, which meant that he was most definitely not in the mood to be talking.
But you didn’t care, because you had just woken up and felt like enlightening Joel’s darkened front with some excitement at least. “What’s got you in such a delightful mood, country boy?” You shifted your weight off the wound, alleviating the slight pain that kept pinching every so often.
It became apparent that you weren’t going to leave him some peace unless he relented and indulged your attempts to getting him to talk. If he was stuck with anyone else in this situation he’d be visibly more perturbed, it was either dumb luck or fate that the two of you happened to be paired while this already shitty situation got worse.
“Storm came over while you were sleepin’... Get cozy ‘cause we’ll be here for a while.” He gestured lazily to one of the windows, which upon further inspection was completely shadowed from the snow fall, not because it was incredibly late.
You groaned, following up with a sigh, “fuck I’m bored just thinkin’ about bein’ stuck here… Wish I brought a book.” The throwaway statement managed to crack the hard exterior of Joel, earning the slightest chuckle which in turn boosted your ego. Getting that man to express emotions beyond anger or annoyance was something to be met with like a lifelong skill, high risk and low reward.
He reached over to his bag, “might not like it, but if it’ll keep you quiet for a while… here —,” he pulled out an old leather bound book, the spine had been cracked and the pages barely held together due to decades of weathering. You met his outstretched arm halfway to grab a hold of the book, the weight of it unexpected but you caught it nonetheless.
“Lovecraft? I meet a lot of people, but you are by far the strangest man I’ve met.” You mumble out loud while you appreciate the cover and embellishments decorating the edges. You hadn’t intended for him to hear you, but of course he did.
“Figured Ellie might ‘preciate it…” He trailed off, stopping himself from saying a word too many in fear that he gave away too much of an inside peek at his inner thoughts. Upon hearing him you looked up, surprised that he even mentioned his surrogate daughter — considering your observations of the two had been particularly volatile as of late.
You thumb the raised lettering of the title and look at him, his eyes were sad which contrasted his stature. You weren’t one to pry, despite being impressively curious by nature, “kid’s got a gnarly taste in pop culture… I was out on a run and saw one of them comics she likes… y’know she has those hoarded all over Jackson, yeah?”
His eyes flickered over to you, he was trying to get a read on you and sense any plausible reason why you’d bring up Ellie. He knew you weren’t one for ulterior motives but he didn’t like discussing a whole lot about the young girl with many people, no matter how much he enjoyed your company.
“What are you doin’?” He pressed, turning his body to face you front on with his hands clasped together between his knees.
Your eyebrows knit together in thought, unsure what prompted such a serious question and change in demeanour, “Uh… making conversation?” It seemed like an obvious statement, you refrained from being too direct just in case it provoked him further.
“Right…” He merely uttered, standing up from his position on the couch and moving toward the bar. You looked at him with confusion, unsure where the outburst came from and why it even happened in the first place. It wasn’t the first time you’d brought up Ellie in conversation but now it seemed like it was a soft spot for him.
“Okay… I’ll bite — um… what the fuck?” You strained your neck to face him, not wanting to move your entire body to prevent unnecessary pain, “did something happen between you two bec—“
“Y/N… Don’t.” His voice was low, almost like a guttural growl to fend you off from pressing further.
You threw your arms in the air and shook your head, “jesus fuck, Joel you’re a real asshole sometimes… You’re so broody and temperamental I feel like I'm walking on eggshells just to talk to you… Y’know not every person is out to get you.” The words hung in the air for a moment while you started to move yourself off the chair, wanting to have your own space by the upstairs fire.
Watching you struggle to get up from the armchair admittedly did break the tension Joel brought into the room, he sighed loudly to set aside his pride as he slowly shifted toward you, “don’t move… Let me change your dressings over.”
His voice barely made it to your ears, but hearing them made you loudly groan and sit back down, “jesus fuckin’ christ — I cannot deal with you right now,” you mumbled to yourself. Despite Joel being notorious for his outbursts, they rarely featured up front and centre like tonight; particularly around you.
But when they did, it was exhausting to deal with to say the least. Given that almost every time they occurred, you never knew the exact reason why. Things would be much easier for the both of you, if one participant was just that little more vocal.
“Just give me the shit and I’ll do it myself, take your bullshit energy and fuck off over there.” You pointed to the bar where he previously stood, very blunt in telling Joel how much you didn’t want to fight with him knowing you both were snowed in together for who knows how long.
Being as direct and as blunt as you were had been one of the many things Joel came to admire about you, feeling a tangible sense of guilt for blowing up at you like he did. He knelt down beside you, motioning for you to shimmy forward into the light of the fire better.
You huffed in response, not making eye contact with him as you pushed yourself closer to the edge of the chair.
He was careful and delicate once again, inspecting your wound after discarding the used gauze. You found it exceptionally difficult not to look down and watch what he was doing, mainly because you were inquisitive by nature but you couldn’t help but be fond of his closeness.
One of his fingers grazed the carefully done stitches, prompting a wince from you, the action almost snapping you out of your angry facade, “you definitely weren’t a fuckin’ surgeon in your past life, huh.” You call back to the conversation you had earlier, an attempt to help ease the tension between you two.
“And you weren’t no comedian, either…” he bit back, attaching the dressings on the exit wound.
“So you go from grumpy to jokey just like that?” You raise a brow, fully aware you were rattling the cage at this point, but him even cracking a retort of the sarcastic variety was enough of an indicator that he was trying to make reparations.
He taps your thigh and motions for you to turn so he can start on the entry wound, “I ain’t too good at this whole… People... business,” he admitted, stating it like it wasn’t already overtly obvious to any conscious person with a functioning brain.
“Oh what? You’re joking, right? You are such a people person,” you mock, turning your head down to give him a playful smirk.
His eyes met yours, a glint of something you weren’t entirely sure of just yet. Returning his gaze back to changing over the final dressings on your back, “that was uncalled for,” he murmured, pretending not to notice the smile present on your lips.
The simple fact that he admitted to you outloud seemed to be a step in the right direction and for that, you were incredibly grateful.
“How long do you think we’ll be stuck here for?” You ask, feeling Joel's fingers lift from your skin as he finishes patching you up. Missing the sensation it made you feel. You turned back to face him properly, not expecting him to still be seated so close to you, not that you minded at all.
“Hopin’ that we’ll be out by tomorrow… Worst case scenario, we’ll be here for a few days.”
You throw your head back over dramatically, “be stuck inside here with your grumpy old ass — what fuckin’ atrocities did I commit to deserve this?” You jest, smiling even wider seeing the light amusement evident in his eyes, “ah! I’m so close to getting you to laugh, one of these days I’ll get you, cowboy.”
“Definitely weren’t a comedian…” He reiterated, a content smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
The thought of a comeback was completely lost on your part as you simply admired his features up close. From when you first met to now, his hair had grown out longer which you thought looked nice on him, even if it would hang over his face just that little bit.
His hazel eyes were your favourite feature of his, and in the orange glow from the fire they seemed all the more alluring.
It was a happy silence, one filled with just the two of you trying to read each other and guess what the other was going to do. For someone so direct, you were quite talented in not telegraphing intended movements or motions. It made you a hard person to pinpoint which both intrigued and infuriating someone like Joel who was quite adept in reading people.
You were the first one to break away from the stillness, taking the book you were given to pass the time, “as much as I’d love to stare into your dreamy eyes all day, I’ve gotta book to read and a whole lotta time to kill… Thanks for being a shitty nurse… did better than what I could, anyway.”
Joel stood up, giving you ample space to shift. He holds out a hand for you to help yourself up, which you take thankfully. Your throwaway compliment didn’t go unnoticed by him, nor did the way your eyes scanned his features moments ago. He lived through life long enough to know what look you were giving him.
It was a look he’d often see you give him, whether it was subconsciously or not— that, he was unsure of. He was always apprehensive when he saw your eyes darken the way they did, but it was his own inability to allow himself to get close to anyone that caused his uneasiness.
You looked at the man standing before you, his face crinkled in thought as if his mind was elsewhere. You felt a compulsion to ask what he was thinking but weren’t too sure how far that conversation would get before it got messy… Despite his change and attitude, the man was notorious for switching in an instant and you knew better than to prod him too much.
Then again… your favourite pastime was exclusively getting under the man's skin.
“What’re you thinkin’ ‘bout there cowboy? Thinkin’ mighty hard about somethin’.” Being much taller than you were, you ducked to meet his thoughtful gaze. His internal struggle barely showing in his face, only being tossed aside the second his eyes found yours.
“You.”
That had taken you aback, your eyes growing wide as a slight tinge of red dusts your cheeks. Naturally, unable to process compliments or situations like these, you turn to jestful remarks as a way to assess the mood, “should I be concerned? If it’s about who's gonna eat who when starvation starts settin’ in, I would ‘preciate it if you didn’t carve me up.”
“Can you stop talkin’ for just five seconds,” his voice was low and eyes scanning your features.
Intrinsically, you keep talking to fill the void of silence as you aren’t completely sure how else to alleviate the tension, “well… I can consider but —.”
You hadn’t got very far in your smug retort, cut off by the man's abrupt and unexpected decision to shut you up by pressing his lips to yours. It seemingly came out of left field and only took you just a moment to reciprocate, pushing all astonishment aside.
For someone who sported a rough exterior, you were pleasantly surprised at how gentle Joel was, caressing your face with his calloused hands so delicately. You discard the book that was once in your grasp, trading it for his firm chest while you gripped onto his shirt.
Pulling away, you bite down on your lower lip as you look deeply into his eyes. You considered uttering a witty remark, but the look he was giving you was one of warning. And as much as you would love to find out what would happen as a consequence of speaking out, you were content in continuing whatever had already started.
Your hands trail up to the back of his neck, leaning up to press your lips back onto his. This time with a little more desperation, you swipe your tongue on his lower lip, prompting a short but low growl from your companion. One of his hands was pinned to your *good* side, the other remained on the side of your face.
The feeling that pooled in your stomach, matching the hammering of your heart would almost make you concerned if you weren’t in the safe grasp on the man you’d shamelessly pined after.
Despite the hunger and desperation on your part, Joel was still pleased at going at his own pace; which was painstakingly slow. Savouring the moment you two were sharing, as if you were going to disappear in an instant.
“Gotta say — didn’t peg you as the romantic type,” you whispered breathlessly, eyes never straying from his darkened hazel ones, your hands stroking his firm torso, “but we’re gonna have to speed things up.” You brush your lips against his, hovering daringly close while your hands eagerly undo the buttons to his flannel.
He didn’t seem at all bothered by your impatience (it was typical of you after all), but it was bothering him how much of a tease you were being. Far be it for you to not be a pain in his ass even in an intimate manner. Your soft hands kneading his bare chest — which was ripped, you noted to yourself mentally as he shrugged his flannel off.
Your fingers trace the outlines of numerous scars present, regardless of his age and living in a dangerous time for humanity. The healed wounds did little to impact his figure, instead sprinkling slight imperfections across him as if it were to keep him humble.
Joel dips his head to your jawline, trailing small wet kisses down your neck and nipping at some skin to earn the slightest little noises from you. Oh how that made you feel. You squirm in his hold, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to provide some friction to appease the wetness between your legs.
There was little to no hesitation as he pulls your shirt up over your head, surprised at your bare torso. Sure, you both had seen better days but the scars from knives, bullets and arrows were telling of the journey you’d gone through to get to this point; including your most recent addition.
The warmth his hands provided while they trailed over scars and rise of your breasts left your skin tingling. You notice his eyes wandering over your features, knowing he wasn’t judging your looks merely pondering over what story was behind which scar. You’re confident in that sentiment, considering you felt the same way whilst you thumb the scarring on his collarbone.
“You good?” You whisper, your breath hitching as the pad of his thumb grazes your pert nipple. This man…
“Just takin’ in the view.” His voice was low, prompting a smile from you. The man was a hopeless romantic at heart, that was clear enough — any other time you’d gladly lap it up happily, but right now you needed something a little less idealistic. Desire possessing you further (it seemed like you’d have plenty of time together anyway.)
You press your lips back onto his feverishly, trailing your hands down his torso to his jeans. The bulge in his pants growing more in response to your hand giving him a sensual squeeze, he moans into your mouth which is enough of an indicator for you to start undoing his belt.
His hands cupped your breasts progressively harder, taking in your nipples between his thumb and finger. The sensation pulsing downward enough to make your toes curl and thighs clench. You could’ve fucked him there and then, pleasure pooling inside you.
“Sit down,” You ordered, pushing his chest toward the couch to which he obliged, enjoying the fact you were so eagerly prepared to take charge. As a man of tradition, he’d typically lead but found it incredibly arousing to heed your demands and listen. You’re quick in kicking off your shoes and discarding your jeans, welcoming the chill to the air as it cools down your burning skin.
The sight of him on the couch, shirtless and showcasing the tent pitched in his pants was so remarkably inviting you couldn’t wait a second longer, straddling his hips and bringing your lips back onto his as you begin grinding down on his bulge. The friction alone was enough to bring moans of pleasure from both of you, you tugging at his hair harder the more aroused you became.
He pulls away, running his hands up and down your sides - vigilant in not wanting to knock your wound - before bringing his lips to the valley of your breasts, ensuring to leave short kisses on every indent or raised section of scarred skin before settling down on one of your nipples. The free hand that wasn’t anchored at your hips, was kneading your other breast.
A whimper tumbles from your lips, grinding your hips harder against his. You bring a hand down, frantically trying to undo his pants all the while feeling the euphoria coming from just merely grinding him. Yes it had been a while since you felt this good.
He lifts his hips up, giving you enough space to yank down both his jeans and underwear. The feeling of his cock flush up against the thin material of your panties caused you to gasp and grip onto his shoulders tightly.
Both of you moaning at the absolute bare minimum of stimulation of your most sensitive areas. His cock throbbed the second the tip rubbed up against the dampness of your panties, it being far too long since he partaken in anything sexually charged in quite some time. The same goes for you.
Now it was Joel’s turn to get impatient, bringing one hand up behind your neck while the other dipped down into your panties, his fingers stroking your wet slit. You jolt forward at the feeling of his fingers circle your clit, the sensation pooling desperately as your hips buck, riding his fingers.
His calloused fingers seemed to hit the right spot with every roll of your hips, it made you wonder how his lips would feel and tongue would feel if he seemed to be making you feel this good with his fingers alone.
“Fucking hell, Joel.” You cry out, resting your head on the crook of his neck, leaving small love bites along his collar bone. His scent of eucalyptus mixed with wood was ever so welcoming, the aroma that drove you insane whenever he stood a little too close.
Your high began to climb, grinding your hips more desperately against him while he expertly finger fucks you until hitting the right spot, sending your body rigid as your walls close in and around his fingers, pulsating while you ride your climax out.
“Eager, are we?” His breath tingled your ear, even though you weren’t looking at him you could tell he was fashioning some smug smirk. You laugh breathlessly, sitting upright and sliding off your panties.
One of your hands closes over his length, pumping painstakingly slow, all the while watching his eyes roll to the back of his head. Your soft hand wrapped around him felt leagues better than the familiar roughness of his own. His hips bucked to help quicken the pace you had set, to which you smirked and pinned him flush against the couch.
You kept on pumping his throbbing length, positioning yourself more comfortably on his lap. He leaned his head back, lips parted to let the soft grunts pass through while you continued to torment him slowly. If his fingers felt that great, you were eager to find out how well his cock felt.
You position his tip at your entrance, not wanting to torture the man or yourself any longer, sinking down onto his cock while his length stretches you out. Whimpering in sync with his growls, neither of you moving momentarily as you simply bask in the pleasure.
He thrusts his hips up first, a strangled moan escaping your lips as you meet his pace. Your lips brush gently up his neck, stopping just shy of his ear lobe. The faint mewls rolling out of your mouth sending him further into bliss with each roll of the hips, ignoring the painful irritation emitting from your wound.
His hands were anchored firmly to your thighs, fingers digging hard into your skin which would no doubt leave bruises in the morning. You nip at his ear and neck before returning your lips to his, muffled moans stifling out from the both of you with each sloppy kiss.
The sounds coming from you were near on pronographic, coupled with the quickening pace of you riding him, every insatiable thrust filling you more with a desire you weren’t aware you needed until now.
You dreamed of similar scenarios such as this with Joel, but the meager fantasies had nothing on the real thing. How his lips felt on yours, the way his hands caressed every part of you with care yet also commanded it, the way he made you dripping wet without much effort and most of all; the way he felt deep inside you.
He threw his head back, choked breaths preventing him from rasping out the words needed as his climax began rising. You noticed his staggered breathing and picked up the pace, gripping his hair tightly coaxing a guttural moan out from him.
One of his hands squeezed the back of your neck while the other clasped your breast roughly, his hips became rigid while a series of moans filled your ear just as you feel his cum spilling inside you. He slumped back into a comfortable position panting heavily, eying you in your incredibly typical perky demeanour.
You pulled yourself off him, his semi-flaccid member flopping out of you. Thankful past you had the forethought to pack rags, you rifle through your bag to clean yourself up, “you’ve got a surprising amount of stamina, cowboy,” the compliment earned you a smug smile from him, pride being an aura on Joel you never thought you’d see.
“If I’d have known this is all it took to shut you up, I would’ve done it sooner.” He states, as if thinking retroactively would change your ability to annoy the absolute life out of the man.
Tossing him a rag lazily, you chortle at the idea of thinking Joel - of all people - could be someone to get you to stop your antics forever, “Oh you knew — don’t lie to me mister. You just like to see me suffer in silence.” You were as transparent as one could be, yet your intentions were almost always misread as you did well to keep it muddled. Joel was a perceptive man, often finding you hard to read to the point of irritation for him, but - as you anticipated - he figured you out slowly but surely.
“I just like to see you silent,” he retorted, finally moving from his position to clean himself off, “but you ain’t wrong…” A man of his age knew a thing or two about what your not-so-subtle looks meant (even if it took him longer than usual to realise what you were actually wanting) and knowing you for the time he did also meant the possibility of things going south between you two went higher. He respected you too much to commit to something that might eventually be taken away from him in an instance — or vice versa.
“I’m never wrong, actually…” You confidently state, eying him with the same smug smile he sported only moments ago. The arrogant stature you held broken with a grimace as you clutch your injured side, “maybe a little bit wrong… probably shoulda let you lead there…”
He merely shook his head, allowing a chuckle to audibly sound which always felt you with a sense of satisfaction. The man shrouded in mystery was finally opening up to you more, that alone was a privilege you couldn’t be more proud of.
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↬ genre; fluff & angst for a lil bit woo
↬ warnings; talk of perinatal depression, cursing, n labor
↬ notes; changbin babi 🥺 ALSO ITS CHANGBIN DAY WOOO ITS MY BABYS BDAYYYYY SO I HAD TO POST THIS |
u two had just freshly started an official, public relationship
ofc changbin was freaking out while he was chilling in the bathtub behind the curtain so u could pee on the test already
u two were looking at the line coming in, praying that there would be only o n e 😳
slowly the other line comes in, dark blue n clear alongside the other one
“holy fuck—“
“what do we do?” you asked, your voice wavering while setting the test back down
his hands cupped your face, giving u a soft kiss n hugging you
“we got this, we’re having a baby, baby!” he started to joke and yall burst out laughing while crying in the bathroom
the first few months were amazing
ur lil bump sprouted out n u two were so happy about it
changbin is just so attentive and excited about this pregnancy and his first born
u really couldn’t have been better with ur lil family that was starting to become realer with each day
u two r such bullies yall r like
“what happened? ur a softie now binnie!!”
n he’d say shit like, “well at least i don’t pee every hour on the clock!!”
he makes u cry one time n u use that against him everytime u want something bc he feels guilty >:)
cute lil things like asking the baby what they want to eat or talking to it before the bed
(changbin reads the baby goodnight moon one time and ur just so in love like wow 🥺)
he secretly talks to the baby when you sleep every night because hes waiting for when ur little bean will reply back with a kick or a hand
he is W H I P P E D for u n ur baby bump
nursery is already done at five months
he needs all of the boys to come over though to help him figure out the instructions 😳 these are co nfusi ngg
they notice how smiley n giggly he is when he talks about u two and looking at the finished crib hes just so proud
yall r so happy and content with ur baby that was an accident, but u guys are so happy this happened
but something changes within u
changbin notices your lack of interest in the pregnancy during ur sixth month
ur sleeping pattern was off n u would sleep for hours during the day and night
u were very irritable, not wanting changbin to cuddle with u or kiss u like he did everytime he came back from practice :(
u were always unhappy and always so moody, he just wanted u to be happy 🥺
he is so confused and worried ab u, some days ur not eating or some days u don’t even wake up in the mornings like u used to
sometimes— just sometimes he’d come back home to find u in the same spot, asleep
he’s so fucking scared when ur around seven months that he can’t hold it in anymore
“are—are you okay?” he questions u from the doorway, making u stop to look at him in the mirror
ur eyes were cold, setting down the towel u were drying ur hair with and leaving him by himself while heading into ur bedroom
“don’t you dare fucking walk away from me.”
ur s h oo k
he was really nice during the pregnancy everyday, super bubbly and kind so u were shocked to hear his upset tone
“i can and i will, i’ll just go sleep in another fuckin room.” u mumbled, changbin grabbing ur hands and turning u around to face him
u struggle for a bit while ur arguing with him and telling him to let go so u could go to sleep
“stop! i am your boyfriend, i am the only one who is going to care for you like this. i am the only one who is dying, seeing you like this. do you understand? we’ve been through seven months of this together, it was fine for awhile and now you’re fucking turning me away?”
hes shouting at this point, hes just so pissed after three months of not having answers and your attitudes and arguments, he cannot handle it
u start crying
hes quick to hold you, pulling u down to the bed so u don’t have to stand on ur tired feet anymore
“i don’t know what’s wrong with me.” 🥺🥺🥺
he insists u two will find out n u both will get thru this rough patch together
perinatal depression, they diagnosed u
changbin is so upset when he hears the doctors tell u
everything is making sense to him and he’s just so heartbroken he didn’t put two and two together earlier
he takes time off for the time being to make sure ur taking care of urself
hes watching u like a hawk but trying not to make it evident
the first time u ask him for a kiss, he gives u dozens
he hadn't been asked for kisses in so long he was so relieved 🥺
he’s constantly telling u how beautiful u r and talking to ur bump about how they have the best genes and their uncles
this man is a father already it seems
he is ur #1 face mask partner cause he buys the cute ones only because u deserve the cute ones that r ur favorite ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜
cooking together is something that happens, not often but every once in awhile he will let u do small things
cut up some lettuce? sure! pour in the soup broth? of course u can! taste test his food? always.
he wants to make sure ur comfortable with him touching u or kissing u or what hes saying
“i love you.” he’s mumbling, quickly placing a kiss against the fabric of one of his own shirts that was worn by u and fit u like a dress still
he then goes up to ur cheek n presses a kiss to it, ur hand cupping his jaw and letting him kiss ur lips >.<
also u guys let out a quiet talk of pregnancy to the public, letting jyp release a notice on changbin’s absence from live-streams and posts with the boys
u two received a lot of positive feedback which changbin let u read the positive ones n loved when u smiled at each one
u were overdue by a week which was the worst, ur back hurt and u had migraines
u also were put on bed-rest for the next week before u could be inducted
u guys waited out the week and u got scheduled for an induction
the labor was really slow which sucked because u just wanted to hold ur baby already :(
rly intimate moments like chan just holding u n rocking u like a baby
u guys are given this position to move the baby down, your knees on the ground so u could kneel against the bed and changbin would hold ur hips n rock them
he just feels so bad he can’t do anything to help u with the pain 🥺
yall kinda vibing with the hospital food (idk bout yall but some food from hospitals smack chile)
“i just want to go home.” :(
u bet ur ass he scoots into ur hospital bed, holding ur hands n u just cry into his shoulder
he feels like his heart is being torn to pieces when he listens to u cry out of pain
his free hands holds your jaw, making u look up at him
“we’re almost done baby, okay? i know it hurts, if i could i would take your pain in a heartbeat. you are incredibly strong and i’m so proud of you. you just need to hang in here for a few more hours, yeah? you think you can do that?”
u give him the weakest smile ever but its better than nothing
u reach 10cm!!!
now the part that wasn’t fun was the pushing :/
u were hurting, u were tired, and u had been promised almost seven times that all u need was one more push but no matter what, it seemed like the baby wasnt budging
“the cord is wrapped around the neck, we need you to stop pushing. okay?”
ur too tired and stopping the pushing sounded good so u did as they said but when they told u they needed to actually reach in and unwrap it ur blood ran cold
u both were worried about how much u could take
u screamed, god it hurt and it felt like hours of them twisting but it was a mere minute
the labor progressed n there it was
“a girl!”
u two are like faucets or waterfalls
shes literally the perfect mixture of u both 🥺
he washed her hair n helped wrap her up in a blanket, giving her over to u for the first time
u both were just in love with her, she was absolutely perfect
he’s obsessed with her, taking in that baby scent, the scent of the light baby shampoo and the bit of baby powder that lingered throughout her onesie
her hair wooooww its so soft n fluffy
her little baby pout and her puffy cheeks
i can see him calling her bunny for awhile as a childhood nickname
he’ll just be like
“oh that’s my bunny!!”
weird look from u but ur heart melts while he bounces her in his arms n gives her some kissies and running his fingers thru her hair
he’s also rly soft, i don’t see him singing but i see him definitely whispering to her about how she’s gonna grow up and have the best life because thats his little girl
“ur gonna have eight uncles, they are crazy but it’s okay. u definitely lucked out on fathers though, i’m pretty good at lullaby's. u did get great genes too, u have a handsome daddy and a gorgeous mommy. we worked really hard on making u, please don’t hurt ur cute little face. u also have a storm coming, there’s a thing called stays, they are gonna adore you, i promise.”
omgomgomgomg jejejejeje im blushing at the thought of this i just adore dad changbin
u guys may or may not be planning for another but it definitely would happen in a few years
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a/n: @tom-hlover i hope this was to your liking! it was a lil hard but i do love tom holland’s spidey so here it is! i just assumed that it was a romantic relationship too !!
lets get it!
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okay so first things first?
yall are ATTACHED at the hip
ned and mj clown peter for this all the fucking TIME
like he always walks you to class and sits next to you in class
peter we get it you want this melanin dial it back
and you are a superhero FIEND
anyone who knows you knows you go feral for superheroes and spiderman specifically
mj knows this, ned knows this, peter definitely knows this
mj always just gotta give peter a look like
whenever you start gushing about whatever spidey did that night
“peter did you see him last night?! he looked so amazing!”
“ah yeah n/n i saw!”
internal SCREAMING
like his beautiful amazing talented spectacular crush and best friend is fawning over him ???
mind boggling brothers
i mean your lockscreen is one of those press hold ones that move? so at first it’s a group picture of you, peter, mj and ned then you hold and boom its spidey swinging
peter found this out by accident and simply lost his mind in his room
you would do ANYTHING to see spidey in action and anYTHING TO HELP
bbg just wanna be a hero too 🤪
this day peter couldn’t come over to your house this time bc of his internship and had to leave early
aka code word for spidey shit to do lmao
and you’re a lil bummed
“but petey it’s wednesday and we were supposed watch mean girls and legally blonde.”
“i-i know i’m sorry n/n i’ll make it up to you”
mj and ned heard that and LOST IT
you frowned watching peter book it outta there like the lights were out
i mean my mans usain bolted it
mj and ned couldnt go home with you either so that sucked
you didnt usually walk home by yourself and honestly you really didn’t want to
it mf queens man. it’s not the safest place in the world
you started walking home and decided to buy some snacks n shit bc you saw them glazed donuts lookin real SCRUMPTIOUS AND FRESH in that packet
now you got the snacks secured in your bag and ready to go
you’re walking down the sidewalk when you hear some grunts and scrapping sounds?
you look down the alleyway and literally see your idol spiderman cornered
nuh uh not on your watch
you dropped your bookbag and tied ya braids/locks/afro back and took a running start
just as spidey was about to get punched you KICKED that mf straight in the cheek
spidey is like ????
“get got bitch!”
y/n???? awSHIT
its YOU
on one hand that was badass and two WHY ARE YOU HERE AND NOT HOME???
you grabbed a random pipe laying around and went ham on that bitch
peter is like confused and panicking as he stands up
you are handling your shit you aint need no mf powers
you got the black nasties on that was powerful enough
you are deadass yelling BITCH each time you hit them
peter snaps outta it and pulls you back
bc damn they knocked out alr you were bashing that hoe IN
you drop the pipe and turn to spidey with that big ol smile
peter felt his knees buckle
“you okay spidey? you looked like you needed some help?”
holy shit?
“u-uh t-thank you y–miss”
he had to speak from the belly with that
(i can hear my chorus teacher going SING FROM YOUR DIAPHRAGM)
while yall chatting it up another villain swooped in and threw some shit at yall?
idk how to describe it but it damn near almost impaled you but thankfully peter’s spidey sense kicked in and he pulled you out of the way
even though now you’re in fucking DANGER you’re losing your mind bc you are pressed up against peter’s chest
like damn spidey you really built like that?
peter on the other hand is like shit
cant let the loml aka crush slash bestfriend get hurt but i gotta fight these mfs....
he’s like fuck it man we gon dip just this once and picks you up
“hold onto me real quick?”
“o-oh okay????”
you’re living the fuckin DREAM and wrap your arms around his neck
peter’s trying to stay professional but ... girl you smell good asf and you basically intoxicating babyboy
then he just tHWIPS it outta there and hooks his foot onto your bookbag
shit was sexc even tho that didnt make much sense
yall SWINGING thru the streets with a lil funk and soul
you’re fully living the dream now baby!
he kinda just kicks his foot up and you catch your bookbag before wrapping your arms around his neck again
he swings yall onto a building roof top and you’re in awe
you’ve never seen queens like this before
he lets you go
“woah....”
“beautiful right? one of the benefits of being able to swing around”
“i know thats right...”
he’s just admiring you now
lil did we know tony stark PEEPED that shit thaNKS KAREN
you noticed spidey just staring at you and you lwk feel your cheeks heat up (bc black people don’t blush ❤️)
spidey you deadass left two CRIMINALS out in the open like hurry up
“h-hey can we take a picture together? i wanna show my petey that i met you!”
MY PETEY?????
“o-oh uh sure? also who’s.... who’s petey?”
“oh he’s my best friend! technically his name is peter but i love giving him nicknames.”
bitch oh???
you turned on your phone and show him your lockscreen pointing at peter
“isnt he just adorable?”
palms are sweaty knees weak arms are heavy
“ah. do you. do you like him?”
you kinda just unlock your phone while looking away
“y-yeah i mean who wouldn’t? he’s perfect... 👉🏽👈🏽”
PETER INTERNALLY WENT
bro HE’S ASCENDING
YOU LIKE HIM????
PETER PARKER???
HIMS???
THIS WHITE BOY FROM QUEENS?????
“you like peter?”
“yes.”
“peter parker?”
“yes?”
“oh thank god”
“i beg your pardon?”
PETER....
“oh i um i said that b-because i know him and im pretty sure he likes you back”
“oh???”
“y-yeah. he talks alot about you”
my mans are you really... snitching on yourself?
he really being his own wingman...
“really?”
“yup. i get it too. you’re. you’re beautiful.”
you went
😳
🕶🤏🏾
are my eyes deceiving me or is spiderman calling me BEAUTIFUL???
now yall both flustered
you’re thankful for your beautiful melaninated skin
peter’s thankful for that mf mask
“t-the picture”
“o-oh right”
cue tony PLOTTING like a mf
yall take two cute lil selfies together before spidey realizes he on the fuckin JOB
“ah i have to go let me take you home. where do you live?”
and you tell him your address even tho he already had it memorized by heart
he swang you to your doorstep and waved you goodnight before going back to handle those criminals
after that peter’s finally on his way home when tony pipes up
“was that the girl you always talk about”
“m-mr. stark??? you saw that??”
“all of it. she’s badass i want her on our team.”
“?!”
that night you got an email from tony stark and you RANG UP PETER SO QUICKLY TO LOSE YOUR SHIT ABT NOT ONLY TONY BUT SPIDEY TOO
“PETER OMFG BRO LOOOKKKKK I GOT AN EMAIL FROM TONY AND I ALSO MET SPIDERMAN TODAY. HAVE THE GODS FINALLY CHOSEN ME AS THEIR FAVORITE FOR TODAY????? JAJDJSJDNSKDNXN”
“t-that’s amazing n/n!”
the next day at school you absolutely GLOMPED him and mj
you are BUZZING with energy
mj’s kinda like?? did peter dick you down or some shit why you this hyped in the morning???
peter alr knows and is internally screaming into the void bc you like him back????
you’re already showing mj the pictures like “BRO LOOK HE EVEN HELD MY WAIST YESTERDAY!!”
ned is like 😏
mj is like 😌
they giving peter the LOOK
bc bro.... cmon now peter.
mj and ned dip leaving you to gush to peter alone
“do you think i can really be a hero petey?”
“d-definitely n/n i mean you did save spiderman yesterday”
“you’re right!”
peter has lost his shit too many times
“also petey. i like you alot.”
cheek kiss and dip
petey boy is stunned standing there in the halls like 😳
then he revives himself like ik this pretty bitch didnt just kiss and dip me like that
now he chasing you
alls good
mj and ned got blackmail too
#spiderman x reader#peter parker x reader#peter parker x black!reader#spiderman x black!reader#tom holland#tom holland’s spiderman#ned leeds#mj watson#x black reader#x female reader#spiderman headcanon
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okay would you be willing to rank the sneaking suits?
Yes, I would, a lot. This is gonna be image-heavy and will go under a cut because I want to at least try to appear dignified and normal on the surface.
In order of most to least favorite.
1. MGS2
This suit, yall. this fuckin suit. Jesus christ. I feel like it's meant to look good more than it's meant to be functional, and BOY HOWDY DOES IT DO A GOOD JOB OF LOOKING GOOD. I think we all know Kojima thinks tactical gear is hot, and that's all kind of here. But like, it doesn't look *trashy*. I'm into ladies too and tbh I don't really mind the whole bikini armor thing, but I will admit that bikini armor is annoying because it’s usually trashy-looking. It is much, much more attractive when someone's gear is sexy while still being tastefully subtle about it and thats what THIS is, on a man instead of a woman too, which gets it rarity bonus points.
Like. For real. and it just looks so GOOD on him too, you know? Combined with the long hair and bandana... /chin-hands/ perfect character design. hottest thing ever. eternal fangirl until I die.
(using a pic of this figma because it’s detailed in a way mgs2 isn’t) You know. It just kinda leads your eye around. There's a way in which his vest slopes down his back with the location of the drawstrings that makes it look like a corset. There's a way in which the straps on his legs extend downward from his vest that makes it look like garters. Like it's all there, and I'm 95.8276 percent sure it was deliberate.
If I can pull my head out of the gutter for a second. I also really like how this suit is kinda ambiguous blue-teal-grey colored. Mgs2 does an interesting thing with the lighting where the color of this suit kinda changes depending on the temperature of the lighting that is hitting it, whether it contains more cool or warm colors, the suit kinda shifts with it. I really like that detail because it feels tactically sound, like a precursor to the octocamo.
Anyway.
2. PO/PW/GZ
Woof woof bark bark. Sometimes I wish that the mgs2 suit was a lot darker in color because I think dark colors are sexy, and this suit takes care of all that for me while still having a bunch of tasty eye-leading design that differentiates it from everything else. The splash of color on the gold bands and green harness is a great touch and almost gives this a sort of "wetsuit" vibe? I also really like the drawstrings on the sides of the arms and legs. This design is super good. Big Boss more like Big Sigh while my eyes turn into hearts.
3. MGS1
The suit that started it all. This one definitely leans a lot more towards the "functional" rather than "sexy" side of the scale in part because of the elbow-knee pads and the thermal vest. TBH for a bit I didn't like this suit a whole lot because I always thought it fit him weird, mostly because the model in Twin Snakes was my only non-polygon reference for it and it just wasn't that good, imo. But then I saw this render...
and this figurine:
my opinion changed and now I love it, it's so COOL LOOKING. All it needs is a bit of a more modern render in order for you to fully appreciate it, imo!!
I think this suit is the most badass out of the bunch, kind of the most "I mean serious business" out of the bunch, and naturally, that = sexy. I think also that Snake having short hair with a bulkier suit is a great character design contrast, similiar to how in mgs2 he grew out his hair longer which contrasted with the sleeker mgs2 suit. Shinkawa knows what’s good.
4. MGS4
Old Snake's suit, oh, Old Snake's suit. MGS4 was the game where people really started noticing and talking about how much emphasis was placed on his ass, which looks fucking fantastic for his age might I add. Besides that, this suit design was always super interesting to me because of how it feels like an All-In-One sort of thing, and how its lines and such kind of mimic muscles and sinew.
(courtesy of our favorite mgs4 documentarian @youlltrytobreakmetoo) It seems like a very carefully-constructed suit with a ton of thought and effort put into its design. It is not as much to my personal taste like more traditional-looking gear is, but it's still very cool looking! The load-bearing vest up top isn't my favorite thing either but I appreciate it design-wise as a contrast in the silhouette. I also love the octo-camo. It's such a neat idea, and all the patterns look great. I particularly like the black Metals one and the really dark navy blue one.
5. MGSV
Venom Snake is a straight up hunky beefcake who will look great in anything you put on him. Absolute legend. I do personally prefer him in his usual outfit but he also looks real good in the sneaking suits. While the GZ suit is an option here, This entry is more about the black and grey sneaking suit that is an option in TPP, which I thiiiink is meant to be a rehash of the mgs1 suit?
(Oh god, that image is smaller than I thought, sorry for the blurriness.) I think it looks good on him but it, in my opinion, needs more color and distinguishing design features. It needs to be a little more design-y and a little less functional. But it doesn’t have anything that I hard dislike on it so it’s still not last.
6. MGS3 black sneaking suit
Unpopular opinion? maybe.
Not saying this doesn't look cool on Naked Snake. It does. It does!!!! But I really don't like the puffiness on the sleeves and legs. I know they were going for an astronaut vibe, but that just doesn’t tick any boxes for me. I think that the design also just feels a little out of place in mgs3 in general, I'm so used to Snake wearing his fatigues that him wearing anything else is just weird. The orange is a cool pop of color though, so it gets some style points. But lose the weird puffs pls, and lose the grey. Put this boy back in his fatigue suspenders, please, or stick him in the PW suit.
HONORABLE "WTF" MENTION: PW suit with the dick suspenders and these... grenade pattern... thigh high boots?! holy shit.
OKAY WHEW THAT TOOK ME FOREVER AND i HOPE SOMEONE BESIDES ME LIKES MY DUMB THOUGHT DUMPS. LOVE YALL, I NEED TO GO TO SLEEP NOW LMAO.
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Request for anon: If it's not too much to ask, can I have headcanons for omega Shouto with an alpha s/o? Nsfw or sfw is up to you! Love your writing, love! 💞💞💞
I've been waiting for this moment for fucking W E E K S
Thank you 😌
And this is gonna be HELLA long :)
SFW-
• Sof boy
• He's quiet and can have an intimidating demeanor but he's a baby and he WEAK for you
• I mean the first day he saw you, he felt something
• At first he thought you were another omega
• You were shorter than him and the smile you sported the first day had him fooled
• It wasn't long before he realized you were an Alpha
• You and a few of the other Alpha females of the class were particularly protective of the omega females
• specifically you and Mina
• It came as no surprise that you ended up in the Bakusquad later on
• You didnt exclude the few omega males either
• When he first meets you, like actually meets you, is when he realizes you're an Alpha, based on smell alone
• You smell like Sandlewood and Chai and he LOVES it
• It makes his knees weak
• and you're just so soft?
• Like you have that calm that good Alphas posses and you use it often
• And when you use it for him one day, because he was freaking out, he thinks he's gonna pass out
• It took him WEEKS to realize the pangs in his chest werent physical
• He liked you
• and he doesn't feel like waiting around so he courts you instead and when you look surprised he isnt sure what to feel
• And then regret and dread fill him and he wishes he could just be normal with social cues and interactions
• And you realize he's zoned out a little, shaking and it looks like he's going to cry and you use that stupid Alpha thing on him
• You coo softly and pull him into your chest, telling him it was okay
• And he feels like he's gonna die again but he loves it so much and he's SO relieved when you accept his courting
• When you hugged him he realizes just how touch starved he is
• Anyway that's hour the powercouple of 1-A began
• He's not a big fan of PDA but he's not opposed to holding your hand
• Or sometimes he's had a bad day or he's not feeling the best mentally and he won't care he just wants to be with you
• Will 100% walk into bakusquad hang out in the common room just to hide his face in your shoulder
• Or sit next to you quietly
• You'll wrap an arm around him and press a kiss to his temple while you continue your conversation with Sero and Denki
• Listen they think it's the CUTEST fucking thing
• Because it is. It really is.
• Bakugou pretends it grosses him out but it really doesnt
• He honestly thinks it's a lil cute too and mentally swears that if his BF dont treat him the way you treat yours he dont want him
• Yall will help eachother study
• Because he's good at math but you're good at english
• So it balances out
• And training. Lots of sparring.
• You're also the one to calm him down
• Todoroki tends to beat himself up a lot over his 'daftness'
• He doesn't always pick up on social cues or know how to keep a conversation
• And he hates that because he feels that sometimes it makes people feel uncomfortable and they're his friends and he doesnt want that
• So it'll get to him and sometimes if he over thinks it too much he'll start to panic
• You told him that whenever he felt like that, he came to see your it he called you
• He feels like it's a burden but when he see's the look of love in your eyes and the way you hold him and kiss his cheeks, he doesnt feel like that anymore
• He's so happy with you???
• and he loves you so much
• Y'all are just so disgusting
• Sappy as fuck but also the right level of completely roasting eachother
• It's nice:)
• He cooks for you no doubt
• You make him Soba when he's sad
• When you're sad he'll hold you against his chest and whisper in your ear to counter whatever you had just said
• If you ever feel mediocre it less than him he'll tell you why you're absolutely not less than him
• Ys fights aren't really super serious but it can still get a little heated, it never ends it break ups though
• It usually ends in taking a few hours to calm down (Todoroki refuses to let either of yall go to sleep angry with a problem unresolved) then talking it out and at least TRYING to come to a compromise
• Usually it's about wellbeing matters (overworking and being reckless and what not)
• Going full Alpha if someone fucks with him in battle 🤪
• Going full Alpha if you see him hurt on the field 🤪
• Snapping at Endeavor that one time 🤪
• Him going feral that one time you and Bakugou got SNATCHED 🤪
• Oops 🤪
• LISTEN
• You show him memes and Vines and junk and you teach him about them and one day he just makes a reference but he's completely deadpan about it and you're laughing so hard you fall out of your chair because HOLY SHIT
• He grins a lil
• His alpha laughed at his joke🥺
• S c e n t i n g
• Todoroki loves smelling like you
• He'll steal your hoodies (the oversized ones you have anyway)
• OR he'll have you scent some of his things because he's gonna smell like you dammit
• also gives you a box of your things that he's scented and you dont even mind because Todo smells so good and it's gonna make him happy so hell yeah
• For him Scenting can either be really calming or erotic
• To wind down he'll sit on your bed and you'll be on his lap, scenting him and it just makes him feel so calm
• Will fall asleep
• When he gets really comfortable with kissing he'll be constantly pecking your lips and kissing the nape of your neck when no ones is paying attention
• Once while you were on the couch with Bakusquad, he was walking by with dekusquad to go out and do whatever nerd shit they do
• And he stopped where you were, moved your hair to the side and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck and then just. Walked away.
• needless to say you short circuited
• and he does that often
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• I once read about Sub/Bottom Todoroki and
• I can't stop thinking about it bc it lowkey works so well
• I feel like he'd be a switch though
• Like somedays he want to be wrecked by his Alpha
• But sometimes he wants to see you squirming and breathless underneath him
• He'd probably prefer to sub/bottom tho
• As I said before scenting can either be really calm for him or it can be erotic and like an immediate turn on for him
• So when it is like sexy time, and you're scenting, this man doesnt stand a chance
• He's whimpering and he's so hard it hurts
• He's got his neck bared for you and his face is read
• It smells like pure sex in the room, its really strong and you both LOVE it
• One time he gets hit by a heat inducing quirk
• And you help him with that because it so much worse than regular heat and you can tell its hurting him
• And he smells so fucking good
• Before he really lost all sense he managed to put a collar on you you couldn't mark him, your Alpha wasn't pleased with that
• Anyway Todoroki gets fucked into the mattress repeatedly, mewling and crying out and he's so fucking pleased with your hips rutting into his
• he feels so full and his omega is fucking KEENING because if the attention he's getting
• You're either leaning over him or you've got your hands on his waist
• He's never been more thankful for the stretching you've made him do so he wouldn't pull muscles
• After a week of the two of you going MIA, the two of you timidly return to 1A
• At some point the teachers (and endeavor) had found out.
• But what were they going to do? You two weren't on school grounds, you weren't breaking any rules
• Endeavor sure as hell isn't going to interfere
• I feel like even Endeavor would understand the gravity of the situation and that the only way to help his son was let him and his Alpha take care of it
• and as long as he's not officially marked by the end of it, he doesn't care
• Shouto does, however, have a shit ton of hickies and scratches and bruises. Everytime he looks at them his omega keens again and he loves it
• Like, Hickies on his jawline. Hickies on his arm and the back of his neck, on his thighs and stomach
• Bruises on his wrists and hips and thighs
• Like all this shit is visible
• He reassured you after you apologized profusely for like 2 hours that it was FINE and he LIKED it
• His class had a fuckin stroke
• especially Deku
• Bakusquad is lowkey impressed bc holy fuck YOU did that???
• 'You seemed so Vanilla'
• Lmao sikeee
• Todoroki learned a lot about what he liked during that
• He likes having his hair pulled
• He likes being praised and told how good he is
• He likes being DENIED what he wants until he's BEGGING for it in short and broken gasps, moans, and sobs.
• He likes Sharp and rough sex followed by something sweet and slow
• He probably wouldnt be on board with being degraded really, which is fine bc I cant imagine anyone who would want to degrade this boy
• From then on you do tend to help him with heats they just dont last as long
• He really likes grinding
• Just like all forms of it
• Making out? He's going to have you grinding on him while you're sitting on his lap
• He's horny and you're busy? He'll ride your thigh while you're doing work on the computer
• He felt like Domming today? He's going to grind himself on you while he's still got pants on.
• Laying in bed? He'll hump and grind against your thigh while you smile and kiss him.
• He just really loves it
• /Thourougly/ enjoys foreplay
• one of his favorite parts about sex
• When he doms- he starts out a little nervous unless he's in a mood but he'll quickly fall into it
• His voice is just so suited for being a Dom like wtf
• He'll lean down and whisper in your ear
• 10/10 dirty talk
• Uses his body as sex appeal to make you squirm
• will cuff you
• Will tie you up
• He'll not let you touch until your like really close
• He likes to see you come undone underneath him
• He thinks you're so pretty when you've got drool dribbling down your chin with your eyes lidded and face red
• He thinks your moans are the best
• I don't see him as being particularly loud in bed until he's actually a mess
• so it starts off as quiet groans and silent moans but as it goes on he'll get louder
• in heat though he's VERY loud
• Let's say you're in the middle, it depends on what's happening
• Y'all have the perfect balance of absolute filth and it's never boring :)
#bhna todoroki#todoroki shouto#todoroki shōto#enji todoroki#shouto todoroki#Shoto Todoroki#Omega Shouto Todoroki#my hero academia x reader#omegaverse my hero academia#my hero academia omegaverse#my hero academia#Omega Todoroki#Alpha reader#Todoroki x reader#shouto todoroki x reader#Shouto x reader#Todoroki Shouto x reader
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Friends, Tumblrs, Countrythems - lend me your eyes
Just a personal update post but I’m excited. I… actually have a romantic prospect, and I’m going into it knowing we have mutual interest (which has basically never happened before). Thats really as much as I know right now but there will likely be Boy Posts coming soon to a blog near you
Saga below…
I’m a regular at a coffee shop that’s right by my apartment. It’s an adorable place, very “hygge”, exposed brick, no ceiling, original floors, etc etc etc. I have been going there a shit ton recently because I don’t work in my house and all of my work has essentially become computer stuff, so I go and use their wifi and vibe.
A few weeks ago, I looked up and there was just a Stunning man at the other end of the bar, facing me (but not looking at me). I took a creep shot for one of my friends and just left it alone as Holy Shit Look At This Specimen, he wasn’t wearing a ring but there’s no way he’s single, right? He’s like 6’2, built but not ripped, Dorito shoulders, dump truck ass, very classically handsome, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, very Wayne Letterkenny in aesthetics. Then, I see him a few different times at the same cafe, each time taking a moment to clutch my chest and scream internally, he earns the nickname “Hot Cafe Guy”.
I’ve been working insanely hard these past few weeks and I’m not nearly done yet but I’m leaving tomorrow for the holidays, so Saturday night I decided fuck it—there’s a bar I haven’t been to that looks cool as hell, I’m just going to go have one drink. Night was a total loss—nearly midnight and I’d had my one drink and then had a drunk undergrad who refused to take the hint(s) talk my ear off for like 45 minutes. I’m just about to call it quits but decide to hit the bathroom, and on my way down stairs who do I pass but HOT CAFE GUY !!! Y’all I just about took a tumble right down those stairs. I don’t even want to know what my face looked like.
I do my thing, go back to the bar, trying to decide if I’m gonna leave yet (assuming that HCG is here on a date, or with a girl already at least right? Right.). Head to the front bar, debating grabbing my coat, when who tf do I see, sitting in the seat I’D just left, but HCG by himself. I have never had to muster courage like this before yall but I DID IT. I walked up, asked for a water, stood for a second and then slid into the open seat and BAM he starts talking to me!!!! We had a really, really good convo, exchanged numbers, and unfortunately (there isn’t a strong enough word for how unfortunately) I had to be up early the next day to keep fuckin working, so I had to go. But y’all he’s INTERESTED, I’m interested, and I just like cannot beLIEVE—
So now I’m flying home for 3 weeks, trying to decide wtf to do with that number, and that’s TBC 😅
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ATEEZ Reaction To: San and his S.O. being sexually active
I really liked your jongho one so I was wondering if you could do ateez’s reaction to you and san being sexually active?? or something similar to that?? thank you in advance!!
Songs Listened To: Shoulda Pulled Up - SIIMBA SELASSIIE, Special Affair - The Internet, Girls Need Love - Summer Walker, Desire - Meg Myers, Cash Shit - Megan Thee Stallion, Kitten - Kash Doll, Savage - Megan Thee Stallion, Thirsty - Taemin, Fine - GOT7, Movie Star - CIX, mentiras - Alaina Castillo, REVEAL - The Boyz, Get It - The Boyz, Wait a Minute! - WILLOW
(This is really really explicit so read at your own caution!!)
Hongjoong ♡:
• was straight vibing while cooking dinner when you stumbled into the kitchen
• bruh you were walking around like Bambi dadhsuadhbau
• damn noodle legs up in here
• he looked so scared when he saw you wobbling while trying to open the cabinet lmao can you imagine
• “Woah, are you ok, ______?”
• “Yeah, yeah. Peachy,” you gave him a very pained smile and resumed raiding the kitchen
• “What are you looking for?”
• would come up from behind you and put a hand on your hip absentmindedly when you hissed and backed away from him
• hella geeked out
• “Damn, what happened?”
• you’d laugh, raising an eyebrow
• “You sure you wanna know?”
• he’d nod
• You’d lift up your shirt enough to show the blooming red bruises on your hips
• “San was a bit rough. I was looking for some ziplock bags so I can put ice in them to ease the soreness”
• his eyebrows would shoot up to his hairline lmaoo
• nonetheless, he’d still toss them your way and fight to not choke on his own spit as you thanked him with an added wink and went back to your room
• literally can never look at you without thinking of that suggestive smile you gave him
Seonghwa ♡:
• he drinks to forget
• forget what you ask?
• Oh, you know, just the fact that he walked in on you and San going at it like rabbits
• all Hwa wanted to do was grab his charger lmao
• but no, he has to live with the knowledge that you have a nipple piercing and shake when you orgasm
• in his defense, he did knock a couple times, but when you guys didn’t answer because you were so distracted he just said fuck it and opened the door. If only he knew that he’d get a perfect view from the side of you riding San, tongue pressed against your upper lip and two fingers sucked into his mouth.
• he could’ve died right then and there when your eyes flicked up to meet his, a surprised grin spreading across your swollen lips as you leaned back to find purchase on one of San’s raised knees
• “Uh-oh, look who decided to show up,” you rasped
• San chuckled around your fingers when he saw Hwa’s face, frozen in an expression of what looked to be distress, before pulling them out with an audible pop and letting his head fall back into the mattress with a groan
• “Either take a seat or get out.”
• Hwa couldn't have slammed the door so fast I’m gONE
• head goes so far into the gutter every time he hears your voice that it’s sad
Yunho ♡:
• Aw man, poor Yunho lmao
• he really didn’t deserve to have his ears exposed to such sin
• he was eating popcorn, binge-watching horror films when his phone began to ring beside him
• he picked it up, held it to his ear, and just as he was about to ask what San wanted, he heard something he really wasn’t ready for
• “Baby cumming! Oh一fuck一Oh my god,” your moans began to reach high pitches as you sobbed out warnings of your approaching orgasm, the lewd sound of skin-on-skin in the background as San’s frequent pants and gasps rung through the receiver.
• Yunho froze, he wanted to end the call, realizing it definitely was an accident, but his fingers began to clam up and all of his joints snapped on lock
• he didn’t mean to get a hard-on, he swears
• he just looked down and there it was, poking at the front of his sweats
• “Cum with me, baby,” Yunho could hear San whimper, “wanna feel you clench around my cock when I fill you up.”
• after a couple seconds of just sitting there with his mouth gaping open, he finally found the courage to end the call and set his face in his hands
• the next time he saw you, you were so casual
• he swears he saw you smirk at him as you left though
Yeosang ♡:
• Yeosang usually enjoyed staying up a bit late listening to music and doing fuck else, and this time was no different
• was tweaking his drones when the thumping started
• it came from behind him, vibrating from the wall he sat against
• it sounded like... the bang of a headboard against a wall
• Yeosang wasn’t stupid
• he knew that both you and San were the room next to him
• he was suddenly so tired lmao
• all the energy and drive to live just drained out of him at the rackus of yall’s fuckin
• said “Alrighty then” before putting on his headphones, blasting the music, and trying to fall asleep
• would stare at the ceiling until he passed out
• never mentioned it to you but would always purse his lips whenever you and San had sex and try not to throw his phone at the wall and scream at you guys to shut up
San ♡:
• very grateful that you give him kitty when he needs it nfaiibvibasuv
Mingi ♡:
• always watches movies with you because you’re the only one who humors his little comments throughout the film
• he often likes to critique while watching, and he enjoys when you add on to it and begin to make inside jokes with him
• everyone else tells him to shut up ;(
• you’d be in the middle of a shitty old ripoff of Ratatoullie, legs flung over Mingi’s lap and back against the couch, when he started trying to tickle your feet and you moved your foot back instinctively
• it spread your thighs and gave Mingi a perfect view of the smooth inner flesh
• he laughed and looked down at you, but in his periferal, he saw something on your thigh
• “Holy... is that a bite mark, ____?”
• his hand unconciously went to poke at the angry red mark, the undeniable tracing of teeth mars near the crotch of where your shorts sat on your bottom half
• you flinched when he made contact, slamming your legs shut and smacking his arm as you sat up
• “You don’t touch something that looks like it hurts without permission”
• your words held no venom, so he allowed a smile, still staring at your legs
• “Maybe, but what happened?”
• “San happened.”
• was all you said, grabbing the empty popcorn bowl and heading to the kitchen
• “I’m going to get more snacks!”
• he really said :O
• but nah, he had an idea that you would have your fun with San. He had his suspisions whenever you pulled San into the bathroom and took forever for “a couple shower with my lovely boyfriend San”
Wooyoung ♡:
• he always knew
• he’s literally just as much of a slut, he’s no stranger to the telltale signs of glassy eyes and a scratchy voice
• so when you come into the kitchen for a glass of water and already see Woo leaning against the counter, holding a box of Cheez-Itz and munching on two of the crackers, he notices the way your words come out in a rasp as you say “Hi” and wave
• he chuckles, watching you press a tall glass against the water dispenser and look at him with a confused frown
• Woo leans in to your face, which makes you, in turn, take a step back
• “Look at me, ____,” he demands
• you do
• all of a sudden, he’s gripping your jaw and turning your face at different angles with a lop-sided grin
• “Say my name”
• “Wooyoung...?” it comes out as more of a question than a statement of his name
• “Damn,” he laughs and finally lets go of you
• “San gave it to you good, huh? Tell him he did a good job”
• you looked so done with his ass lmao
• flipped him off as you turned the corner
Jongho ♡:
• babie babie alert!!!
• woke up early one morning
• and usually, when he wakes up, if he’s not rushing to do anything, he takes showers
• was making his way to the bathroom when he stopped at the sound of the shower running
• knocked like the absolute sweetheart he is omfgwhatanangel
• “Who’s in there!?”
• waits a beat, then gets his answer
• “S-sa-nn一fuck一and ____!”
• his heart skips a beat at the way your voice sounds choked off, strained as you struggle to, what it seems like, not cry out
• “Oh... okay!”
• is really not about to say anything, too shy even if he wanted to
• when you come out and see him sitting on the couch in the living room, you wave at him, smiling to yourself when he flushes red and nods in acknowledgment.
#kpop#kpop related#ateez#ateez smut#ateez request#hongjoong#mingi#jongho#wooyoung#san#choi san#yunho#jung yunho#yeosang#seonghwa#ateez yunho#ateez jongho#ateez seonghwa#ateez yeosang#ateez mingi#song mingi#ateez wooyoung#ateez san#ateez hongjoong#requested
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DOVE HAS ABSOLUTELY FUCKING MURDERED ME FUCK YOU WRITE OBI SO GOOD IT WAS PERFECT FROM START TO FINISH PART 3????? HEADCANONS ON WHAT THEY GET INTO OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS??? ANYTHING
OH YEAH
There are so many ways this could potentially go so as the author I humbly present three options of fics I’ll never write, all of them featuring one very obvious thing I wouldve been forced to acknowledge in a nonexistent part 3 and each one increasing in angst so if you’re a happy person that loves happy endings (LIKE MEEEEEE SO EVEN THE ANGSTY ONES WILL HAVE HAPPY ENDINGS BECAUSE WHY ELSE GO THROUGH ALL THAT MESS) then limit yourself to the first one
((also I am not going to make this sound flowy and coherent because I have not the time for it padawans so you’re gonna have to deal with my bullshit in all its unfiltered bullshit if you want my thoughts because in this house we wing it understand))
Very fluffy, very happy, slightly unrealistic headcanon:
You and Obi-Wan are like little RABBITS after this like not just for the rest of the ritual but the whole trip back, like yall bang it out for like a whole two weeks like nobody’s business and he can’t fucking get enough of you. Both go back to Coruscant, Obi-Wan asks the Council if he can oversee the whole training aspect of the new soldiers before they’re sent out into the war, he’s granted permission because he’s just given the republic the ultimate checkmate against the separatists so nobody’s gonna fuckin say SHIT. Y’all do everything and more that Obi-Wan first offered to you in those fantasies, and it’s hot and dirty and secret sex (IN A GREAT WAY) and you get to make eyes at each other when you pass in the halls and it’s TINGLY and maybe... maybe at some point your signature starts to change just a little bit, even more than when yall first did your thing on s’Ziscari and suddenly WHAT HOLY SHIT YOU PREGNANT???? and normally that would be such a SHOCK and OUTRAGE to have a PREGNANT JEDI IN THE ORDER except what the fuck is the council gonna do about it like? They literally ASKED for this, gave their blessing knowing full damn well that shit was a ritual of fertility and he would have to cum inside you for a week straight, knowing you weren’t on birth control because you’re a Jedi like there’s no reason for it, knowing that you did it to save the entire galaxy like WHAT THE FUCK IS THEY GON DO?? so oopsies BABY TIME BABY and I had that wonderful anon once who graciously informed us all that mundi was granted permission to uh. MARRY AND HAVE CHILDREN due to extenuating circumstances so hell yeah you and Obi-Wan have a lil Jedi family and its great and everything is lovely and either you have a lil kid that has a soft lovely turquoise signature in the force OR you have twins and one of them has green energy and the other has blue the end
Slightly angstier headcanon:
Obi-Wan knows it’s wrong but he still wants it. He fucks you hard those six days and then the entire trip back, but once he goes back to coruscant around all the other jedi he starts bouncing back and forth between hot and cold because HE can’t handle it. But he still requests to stay on Coruscant because secretly he knows he won’t be able to resist you for long and then oop y’all got that force connection thingie so you know exactly what he’s thinking, you know how much he wants it and how much he’s still struggling with it and so you become a lil minx that continues to seduce him constantly, you start masturbating when you know he can hear you and thinking of very sexy kinky things that starts to drive obi-wan just a lil bit crazy in the head, but he’s STRONG and he got years of experience resisting his feelings for you. But then WHOOPS PREGNANT so that baby bump very quickly brings y’all back together because Obi never imagined he’d be a father, but then the council isn’t as cool this time about it and the only offer they present is that you have the baby quietly and the baby will join the academy as a youngling and y’all can’t ever tell them you’re their parents because it creates attachments. So you’re devastated but you understand and Obi-Wan gives you that non husband husband dick to make you both feel better and then you both grow old together, secretly in love and you get to watch your lil youngling grow into a excellent little jedi from afar and it’s kinda sad but at the same time it’s fitting for the setting so don’t come at me
ANGSTY HEADCANON:
Obi-Wan loses himself in the ritual for the rest of the six days but as soon as it’s over and done with, he realizes the gravity of what he just did and how Dark he allowed himself to become, and he FREAKS and turns away from his feelings because it’s what he’s been trained to do his entire life and he avoids your ass like the fucking corona even though y’all still have a permanent connection thingie in the force and he can feel your HURT but here’s the thing that’s just MORE DARKNESS, more of why he never wanted to do this to begin with and he can’t get alleviate that darkness without also giving into it so FUCK he just goes back to fighting and leaves you, just like you feared he would. And then suddenly OOPS PREGGO but without obi-wan there to stand up for the sacrifices you made, you get banished from the order and WHAT THE FUCK EVERYTHING BAD IS HAPPENING ALL AT ONCE and obi-wan can feel something through the force from across the universe (stolen, credit: The Beatles) and he STRUGGLES BITCH EVERY DAY HE STRUGGLES WITH THIS SHIT but then AHHHHHHH!! PALPATINE SCREECH because oh fuck that’s some good darkness right there mhm and the s’Ziscari just threw a wrench into everything so palpatine panics and uses everything that’s happening to TURN YOU SITH DUN DUN DUNNNNNN (if you’re reading this far I’m assuming you’re wondering why palpatine wasn’t ever mentioned in any of the other potential headcanons and theres a great reason for that tbh it’s because I’m an asshole author and I reserve the right to choose whatever storyline fits my whims at the time) BUT ANYWAYS so you go full on dark side baby and it’s sexy as fuck you got them slightly yellow eyes but before you can get too deep into it, obi-wan can feel that shit in the force and HE DROPS EVERYTHIGN TO GET YOU BACK BABY DONT FRET. he makes some big gesture idk and you forgive him and balance his light with your darkness again and he leaves the order for you and you both become grey jedi with a family with no affiliation to the order and live happily ever after the end
Anyways. feel free to ignore all of those and come up with your own ending instead! this is just me suggesting possibilities
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the campers, chapter three - Steve x Reader
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chapter three: the truce
series summary: Steve gets a job as a camp counselor at Camp Know Where, intending on using the summer to discover himself. When things start to go wrong at camp, the only people that can help him are the Party, Hopper, and his mortal enemy - you. [Enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort]
chapter summary: You and Steve bury the hatchet - and you’re not happy that you’re kind of enjoying his company.
warnings: swearin’!
word count: 2.7k
a/n: you can catch up on the series here! hope yall like the developments!
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The next morning, you head off to breakfast, Dustin’s plea still ringing in your head. Once grabbing your food, you scan the cafeteria for Steve. You find him quickly, sitting by himself at a table in the corner. You can see him playing sadly with his french toast and bacon. It’s quite pitiful. Sighing heavily, you walk towards him, dragging your feet underneath you. You slam your tray down and pull out a chair. Steve looks up, surprised and confused.
“Hello?” he asks, leaning back slightly in his seat.
You don’t say anything. Instead, you take a drink of your juice, staring over the edge of your cup with narrowed eyes.
Steve wonders if maybe he’s a ghost. You don’t seem to be paying attention to him - well, except to glare. He looks around to see if anyone else notices, then clears his throat. “Uh -”
“I’m only sitting here because Dustin told me I should give you a chance, okay?” you spit. “That’s the only reason.”
“Oh.” Steve swallows hard and looks down at his tray again, unsure and anxious.
You continue to sit in silence while Steve picks at his food, before he finally says, “Look, I’m really sorry, okay?”
“Sure,” you scoff.
“I mean it!” He scoots his chair back and places his elbows on the table. “I really, truly mean it. I know I was a jerk -”
“Do you remember when you pushed me into the lake?”
He stares, dumbfounded.
“Or when you and your cronies stole my favorite t-shirt? Do you remember that?”
Steve frowns. “I don’t, but I’m sure it happened.”
You furrow your brows. “What do you remember?”
Steve leans back, thinking. A faint smile crosses his face. “I remember that bracelet you always used to wear. With the glass beads? It was blue, wasn’t it?”
You blink. “Yeah, it was.”
“I remember that.”
“What else do you remember?”
Steve sighs. “Not much. I remember I was a major asshole, but I don’t remember exactly what I did.”
“Maybe Tommy can remind you,” you say bitterly.
“Tommy?” Steve scoffs. “I haven’t talked to Tommy since junior year.”
“Oh.”
It’s quiet for a moment until he says, “I really am sorry. You didn’t deserve that. No one did. God… I was such an asshole.”
You laugh. “You don’t have to talk about yourself like that just because I’m here.”
His brows furrow. “But I mean it.” He pushes his french toast with his fork again. “I don’t even know who I am anymore. I just know I don’t like who I was.”
You both frown, staring down at the table. The silence isn’t uncomfortable, though - it feels more comfortable than anything between you two has ever been.
You realize that Steve’s a broken boy. He fell hard on his royal ass, and now he’s nothing but a jester. You feel pity for him. You can see your younger self in him, lacking confidence and self love. He’s lost and confused, and he desperately needs someone to provide him a map. You decide you’re going to help him, as much as you dislike him.
You extend your hand out to him. “Truce?”
Steve blinks. “What?”
“I want to call a truce.”
Steve stares at your hand hesitantly before taking it, shaking firmly. You drop your hand and resume eating, asking him about what he’s been up to since the last time you saw him. Steve’s shocked, but happy. He starts to eat his own food, finally, feeling a bit better about himself.
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“I got a C- in chemistry,” Steve says.
“Then what are you doing here?”
You’re trying to teach Steve some of the more elementary-level chemistry experiments. He has to learn how to do everything before he’s placed where he most excels. You know immediately he won’t be excelling here - which is fine, of course. So you attempt to teach him some fun things that would most likely impress a boy who paid more attention to girls than class.
“I didn’t fail,” he says. “I just… barely passed.”
“How many times did you use dumbass chemistry pickup lines on the girls in class?”
“Shut up,” he mumbles, but he’s smiling. “What are we doing?”
“It’s called ‘cloud in a bottle.’” You hand him a pair of goggles. “Put these on.”
“Are you serious?”
“Do you want to burn your eyes out?”
“But I don’t look good in these.”
You roll your eyes, putting yours on. “Who are you trying to impress, Steve? There’s no one here.”
He sighs loudly and puts them on, adjusting his hair to make himself look more presentable. You roll your eyes once again and hand him a plastic bottle and alcohol. “Pour enough in to just cover the bottom.”
He does so. You notice how his eyebrows knit together when he thinks, how he bites his tongue to focus. Quietly, you say, “You’ve got this, Steve.”
“Thanks.”
“Swirl it around in the bottle so it coats the sides.”
He does so dramatically. You can tell he used to be the class clown. You take it from him when he’s done and place it down, grabbing an inflation tube and a rubber stopper. You put them together as Steve watches - he seems interested, at least. You put the rubber stopper attached to the inflation tube into the top of the bottle. “Watch this, okay?”
You start to pump the inflater, allowing air to enter the bottle. You firmly push on the rubber stopper to keep it in the bottle. Steve thinks you’re overdoing it - it looks like the bottle is just going to combust. He almost says something, but you finally stop, quickly removing the stopper. When it’s removed, a cloud shows itself in the bottle, coming out of the top as well.
Steve jumps back. “Holy shit!”
You laugh. “Yeah, man, it makes a cloud!”
Steve runs a hand through his hair, then places them on his hips. “That’s so fuckin’ cool.”
“Watch your mouth!”
He’s shocked. “There’s no kids here!”
You smile and elbow him gently. “Now you try the whole thing by yourself.”
Steve does so, and it goes well. He’s perhaps even more excited this time than he was the first time. He doesn’t understand it, but he doesn’t have to. Clouds in bottles are cool.
“If this is what we did in class, I would have liked it more,” he says, taking off the goggles.
“You’re very easy to please.”
“It’s a cloud in a bottle, dude!”
“I’m aware,” you quip. “There’s more you should learn, but I think you would probably like to learn how to do something physical?”
He nods enthusiastically. “What do you have in mind?”
===
You’d never seen someone kayak for the first time without flipping, but Steve manages to do it flawlessly. He’s really good at it, too; his strong arms certainly help. You watch him as he smiles, dipping the paddle in the water; right, then left, smoothly and calmly. He learned the strokes easily, expertly reverse stroking and sweep stroking. He’s in his prime here on the lake, and you can’t help but smile as you watch him.
“This is the first time I’ve seen you relaxed.”
“I like moving,” he says. “Keeps my mind off of stuff.”
You nod. “Well, you’re pretty good at it.”
Steve smiles and avoids your eyes. “Thanks.”
The sun is setting, casting a pink and orange glow on the water and land. You bask in the breeze, Steve joining beside you. “It’s pretty, huh?”
“Yeah,” you breathe. “I love it out here.”
“Me, too.”
Steve doesn’t talk too much, or crack a smile around you; but he beams and hits your kayak with his paddle. “Race you to the shore?”
“No, Steve, that’s dangerous -”
He splashes water at you and grins, his nose scrunching. “You just don’t want to lose.”
You splash water at him, too, irritated, but it only sparks a war. Soon, you’re soaking wet, as is Steve, and you can’t stop laughing. You’re pissed - you don’t want him to make you laugh. And yet he does, dorky charm and toothy grin making you double over in your kayak.
“Okay, come on, cut it out,” you pant. “Seriously, Steve, stop.”
Steve’s a little disheartened - he thought you were having fun for once. But he relents, paddling slowly back to shore while you watch him, angry at yourself for giving in. You just wanted a truce, not a friendship. Despite your wishes, you can feel the cracks in your plan starting to form; and you’re starting to get a soft spot for the guy.
===
Over the next two weeks, Steve excels in everything. He takes a bit longer to grasp some of the STEM concepts, but he’s a fast learner. Steve surprises even himself at how good he’s doing, even getting the hang of math he never, ever knew before. He wonders if it’s from the learning environment. Whatever it is, he loves it, and he’s having a lot of fun. Even Dustin notices how good he’s doing.
“Holy shit, that might be the smartest thing you’ve ever said,” Dustin says one night at dinner. “I never thought you’d be able to explain what velocity is.”
Steve taps his fingers on his temple. “Knew this thing in my head would work sometime.”
“You’re doing great man, really,” Dustin says, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder. “What do you think your designation will be?”
“I hope it’s intramurals.” Steve smiles faintly. “That would be pretty fun.”
“Yeah, well, the girls sure do like watching you.”
Steve drops his fork. “What? What girls? Which ones?”
Suzie comes over then, though, and Steve’s left in the dark. He’d ask you, later - you would probably give him the hard truth.
===
The next day, everyone waits to get their designations. You all wait in the conference room that you started in, chattering excitedly. Except for Steve, who is more anxious than he’d be if an interdimensional monster had sprung through the wall.
Steve bounces his leg beside you, and you reach out to stop him. “You’re shaking the entire table.”
“I’m nervous,” he groans. “What if they don’t place me anywhere?”
You roll your eyes. “First of all, you have to have a designation. Secondly, you’ve been good at everything. Stop worrying.”
“Am I good at everything?”
You almost make a joke, but you remember how unsure of himself he was the first day you officially talked to him. You turn to look at him, meeting his eyes. “You are, Steve. You’ve impressed everyone here. Even me. And that means a lot, because I don’t find you as attractive or cool as some of the other people here do.”
Steve gasps and leans forward. “Who?”
“Alright, don’t cream your pants, bud,” you say. “Everyone here is just really taken with you, alright?”
It’s true. The female cabin has not stopped talking about Steve since the first day. They’re in love with him - it makes you sick. You tried to reason with them, change the subject, but it’s no use. Steve’s the popular guy yet again, just like he was at camp when you were younger. It’s like a never ending cycle of hell when it came to Steve in your life. At least this time, the attention doesn’t go to his head.
Not only the women, but the men love him, too. They think he’s “righteous,” despite being mostly quiet. They like that he’s dorky, but strong and handsome at the same time. It gives them hope, which you find quite hilarious.
Your comments don’t deter them, though. Steve’s close with everyone at camp, loved by all: but he tends to stick to you for some reason. You’re his mentor, sure, but you don’t understand why he chooses to sit with you at lunch, or accompany you to the science labs. He’s like a fly that you can’t swat away - and you’re almost, kind of enjoying his company.
Steve leans back, trying to hide his smile. He doesn’t want to seem like the attention gets to his head, because it doesn’t. He just likes to feel liked. He likes to feel like he has a home where he’s comfortable, safe, and appreciated. He’s found that here, and he’s really happy about it. The light is back in his eyes, the spring back in his step, and he just feels like himself. For perhaps the first time in his life.
Josh enters and claps his hands loudly to get everyone’s attention. Steve grabs onto your bicep nervously, and you roll your eyes, shrugging out of his grip. He then starts to bounce his leg again, and you think maybe you should have just let him cling onto you instead.
“You’ve all impressed us so much the past two weeks!” Josh exclaims. “Really, really well done. We’ve found a place for everyone easily. Are you all ready?”
Steve’s stomach flips and his leg starts going faster.
“For fuck’s sake, Steve, calm down,” you hiss, but you feel excited for him, too. You elbow him gently and give him a reassuring smile.
Steve waits for his name to be called. Everything else seems like white noise as his thoughts race. What if he’s not good at anything? What if he gets placed somewhere that he isn’t good at? What if he fails?
“Steve, you’re on intramurals.”
He nearly jumps out of his chair. It takes all of his self control not to - instead, he punches the air under the table, a breath of relief coming out of him. You look over at him and hold up your hand, signaling for a high five. He gives you one - it makes your hand sting, but his happiness is infectious.
“You did it,” you whisper. “Good for you.”
“Couldn’t have done it without you.”
You scoff. “No, Steve - you did it.”
I did it. It feels weird for him to say it in his head, but a wave of relief and calm runs over him. I did it.
You’re placed in the science area, of course, which you’d done last year. You consider yourself to be good at it - plus, the kids always had fun. Their reactions to the experiments were very similar to Steve’s, and it never failed to make you smile. You’d be able to see your favorite campers there, too. You were always impressed with what Dustin and Suzie could do.
As everyone files out, Steve looks to you, face twisted in concern. “What about you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Will I ever - you know - see you?”
It’s an odd question, and Steve hurriedly adds, “I mean - because we’re friends, you know. It would be weird not to see you now.”
“I’ll see you in the cafeteria and at night,” you say. “Weekends, too. The staff always has late night bonfires. I’ll see you there, okay?”
Steve nods. “Yeah, yeah, okay.” There’s another awkward pause before he adds, “Thanks for mentoring me. I learned a lot.”
A laugh escapes your lips. “You should thank Josh for putting us together when I begged him not to.”
Steve’s face falls. “You… begged not to be paired with me?”
You mentally kick yourself. “That was before the truce, Steve.”
He frowns and grabs his things. “Okay.”
Steve really thought you were actually friends now. And even if your begging was before the truce, it still hurt. He didn’t mean to bother you - he just thought you both got along well. His shoulders slump as he heads for the exit, and you call out, “Steve?”
He turns around, jaw clenched. “Yeah?”
“I’m happy he paired us.”
“You don’t have to say that -”
“I mean it.” You walk towards him and hold our your pinkie. “I mean it. I don’t want to enjoy your presence, Steve, but I do.”
He smiles and rolls his eyes a bit, taking your pinkie. “I’m just that irresistible.”
“Alright, don’t push it.”
“Right - sorry.”
===
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