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toomuchracket · 5 months

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you would cook, i'd do the nappies (birthday party!matty x reader smut)

honeymoon. babymaking. need i say more? enjoy <3

“shit, shit, matty, i'm close, m'so fucking close - oh, fuck!”

your husband groans happily into your core, hands latched onto the sides of your shaking thighs, dragging you back and forth over his face to catch the last of your orgasm. you release your grip on his hair, softly carding your fingers through it as the aftershocks subside, and release your thighs’ grip around his head; matty quietly says “nooooooo” when you climb off him and lie back down, and laughs when you roll your eyes.

for a couple of minutes, the two of you do nothing but peacefully lie side by side and catch your breath, listening to the ocean and the call of seabirds outside. once he's regained his, matty rolls over and rests his head on your bare chest, kissing the soft skin between your tits before he speaks. “morning, wifey.”

“hi, my love,” you pout your lips, and matty meets them with his own immediately. the tang of your own arousal on his lips makes you beam. “thank you for the lovely start to the day.”

“i should be thanking you, darling,” matty kisses you again. “letting me pull you onto my face when you were still half-asleep and all.”

you smile bashfully. “like it when you wake me up like that, baby. you know,” you can feel your cheeks burning. “you could wake me up by, like, actually fucking me, too, if you want.”

matty tilts his head to look at you properly. “really?”

you nod. “i think starting my day full of you would be the ideal way to do so.”

“christ,” matty buries his face into your chest - when he reappears, his pretty face is stretched into a shit-eating grin. “yeah, you're just desperate to be full of me, aren't you? i remember what you said last night, sweetheart.”

“oh my god,” you cover your face in your hands.

“ah! don't you hide from me, mrs healy,” matty pulls your hands from your face and takes them in his own, smiling; his love for you is evident in those beautiful eyes of his, and his excitement to finally be married to you is even more evident in the way he says your shared name. “it was hot as fuck, you telling me you want me to get you pregnant. i want it too, darling - starting a family with you has been a dream of mine for a long time, you know.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” matty kisses your nose. “a kid that's half you and half me, the best writer and the best frontman in the world? they'd be messianic levels of cool. and good-looking.”

you cackle, stroking his cheek with the side of your finger. “you're an idiot, you know that, yeah?”

“but i'm your idiot.”

“too fucking right, baby,” you beckon matty up to you with your index finger, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and connecting your lips to his. he kisses you back eagerly, whining into your mouth when you bite his lower lip and soothe it with your tongue - his hips begin to grind down into yours as the kiss deepens, want for you clear as the september morning itself. smiling against matty's lips, you reach for his left hand and the cool metal band on his ring finger. “you're mine, and i'm yours. forever.”

“fucking love the thought of that,” matty moans into your open mouth. “fucking love you.”

“i love you,” you whisper, moving your hips up to meet his. “and i want you. please?”

“shit,” comes the gasping reply - much to your irritation, though, matty’s hips slow to a stop. “i wish we could, baby. but we've got a brunch booking to get to.”

you whine. “but you've already eaten!”

matty laughs. “but you haven't! and you need to, darling - can't have my wife not being properly nourished, can i?”

“ugh, fine,” you frown; it drops from your face, though, as you look at your husband's rock-hard dick and an idea pops into your head. “can i have a starter now, though? promise i'll be quick.”

he smirks in response, shifting to lie back against the pillows with his hands behind his head. “by all means, sweet girl.”

***

humming happily, you lean your head back to rest on matty's chest, turning it to look up at him lovingly. “god, you really do have very talented hands.”

“well, i try,” matty pecks your lips, moving said hands from between your thighs so he can wrap his arms around your waist. the warm water of the bath sloshes further over your body as he does. “can't keep them off you, to be honest, sweetheart.”

“good. i don't want you to,” you sit up slightly, moving onto your knees to face your husband, beaming when he moans softly at the sight of your bubble-covered chest. his hands find your hips and pull you close to him - you both laugh at the way your knees slide on the slippery bottom of the bathtub, laughs that fade into a contented silence as you look into each other’s eyes. you rest your arms on his shoulders. “i love you.”

“i love you, my perfect girl,” matty presses his lips to your forehead, then to your own. “shall we get ready for bed now?”

“you're tired?” you giggle, tracing little patterns into your husband's shoulders. “s'pose it has been a long day.”

“no, i just want to take you to bed.”

“then take me,” you smile. matty opens his mouth to say something, but you beat him to it. “yes, that was a deliberate double entendre. who do you think i am?”

matty drops his head and nuzzles it into the crook of your neck; he drags his tongue up it, kissing over your jaw and cheek so he can whisper in your ear. “you’re my wife.”

the combination of matty's words and sultry tone send shivers careening across your body. has anything ever been so erotic? you doubt it.

“fuck,” you whine, hands clutching at the nape of matty's neck and at his side. “yeah, let's go to bed, baby.”

“whatever you want, wifey,” matty kisses you sweetly a final time, releasing his hold on your hips. “stand up for me, please, darling.”

you oblige, using him as leverage to move off your knees and blushing when he looks up at you and says “yeah, i like this view” - matty only laughs and pulls himself up to stand, leaning in to kiss you quickly before stepping out of the tub. he holds his hands out, and you gratefully take them as you step out too. the next little while is spent drying off, which really equates to you and your husband pressed up against each other while wrapped in a single plush towel, tenderly rubbing the other's skin and languidly making out. you've been desperate for matty to fuck you since he woke you up this morning, and these acts of intimacy - of pure love, actually - have you aching for him.

still, though, you prolong going to bed with him; once the two of you are suitably dry, you detach yourself from matty. “you go ahead through, baby, i need a second.”

matty's eyes fill with concern. “you alright, darling?”

“yeah, i'm fine,” you nod, smiling. “can feel a spot developing on my chin - just need to look and see if i packed spot gel or not, so i can put it on before i get… preoccupied.”

he giggles. “the realism of domesticity and married life. amazing. i'll meet you out there, sweetheart.”

“see you in a second, lover.”

a final wink, and matty leaves you alone in the bathroom, closing the door behind him. as soon as it clicks, you crouch and reach to the very back of the cupboard where you've stashed your skincare and makeup bags, not stopping until your fingertips make contact with a smooth cardboard box. carefully, you lift it over the bags, catching your spot gel with your middle finger and lifting it out too - you might have fibbed to matty about the main reason you stayed back in the bathroom, but you weren't kidding about the spot on your chin - and laying everything in your hands on the countertop.

after quickly applying the spot treatment and washing your hands, you lift the lid off the box and pull back the layers of tissue paper inside, revealing the most delicate piece of lingerie you think you've ever seen. it's new and custom-made for you, ivory-coloured and beautiful; the thong and babydoll dress are mostly silk, with ribbons for shoulder straps and a soft chiffon skirt-thing that does absolutely nothing to protect your modesty. you love it dearly, and you have a sneaking suspicion that matty will too.

he's also going to some effort for tonight, it seems - while you slip into the lingerie, you hear him connect his phone to the sound system in your villa and shuffle through his intimacy playlist, and it makes you smile. when he finally settles on otis redding's these arms of mine (a favourite for slow dancing in the kitchen at home, and also for subsequently having sex on the table), you take a deep breath, pull the claw clip from your hair, and step into the bedroom.

matty doesn't look at you right away, sat at the end of the bed tapping at his phone (likely queuing more songs of this ilk to soundtrack the romantic evening you have ahead of you). but you don't mind, not in the slightest; it just means you get to look at him undisturbed, freshly-tanned skin almost glowing in the dim light of the bedroom and curls made wilder by the steam from the bath. his wedding ring catches the light as he reaches to put his phone on the bedside table, and the sight of it sends a flush of lust right through you.

he's so beautiful. and he's yours.

“hi, darling,” matty starts as he sets the phone down, still not looking at you. “d'you find the- fuck me.”

you giggle as your husband looks at you and your outfit for the first time - half because of his swift change in conversation, half because the way he's looking at you is so overwhelming.

those eyes of his are filled with nothing short of wonder. it's like you've entranced him, actually. matty makes no attempt to move, or speak, or even blink until you've wandered over to stand in front of him; only when you softly cup his jaw does he move - to smile - and speak. “i am, without a doubt, the luckiest fucker on the planet. look at you, sweetheart.”

“you like my outfit, then?”

“like?!” matty scoffs. he brings his hands to your hips, sighing happily when you card your fingers through his hair. “it's beautiful. and it's so sexy. you look like fuckin, i don't know, aphrodite or something.”

you chuckle, leaning down to kiss his head. “thanks, baby,” you straighten up, and matty's gaze doesn't leave your chest for a second as you do. “oi, healy, my eyes are up here.”

he goes bright red - god, you love that you still have the ability to fluster him - and grins. “sorry, healy - fuck, i love saying that to you - but they were right there! what else was i meant to do? you know i'm obsessed with them.”

“well, do you want to see them now?” you say, hands moving to the ribbons on your shoulders.

matty laughs. “you're eager tonight, wanting to take your pretty outfit off as soon as you put it on.”

“mmm,” you kiss him, pulling back just as his tongue starts to swipe at your lower lip. “just been thinking about having sex with you all day. m'needy.”

“believe me, i know - two orgasms already today, and you want more?” matty tuts, but he can't keep the smile from his face. “don't worry, gorgeous, you'll get them. gonna give you everything you want, my love.”

“everything?”

you don't specify exactly what you mean, but matty nods slowly in understanding anyway, a small smile on his pretty face. without breaking eye contact, he lifts the skirt of your dress up and kisses your bare stomach. “gonna put a baby in there tonight, sweetheart.”

fuck.

“promise?” you say, shakily, breathily, legs on the verge of giving way from the plentiful desire striking between them.

“promise,” matty nods, still pressing gentle kisses to your belly. his hands move to the backs of your knees, tugging you forward to straddle him. “but i think we should do it again tomorrow, just to make sure. and the day after that, and so on, etc etc. you'll be flying home pregnant, i'll make sure of that, sweetheart.”

“hope that won't be too much of an effort for you,” you tease, giggling when he blows a raspberry into your neck - it turns to a full-on cackle when matty leans back and rolls you both over, caging your body into the mattress and continuing to blow raspberries into the bits of your exposed skin that he knows are ticklish.

“nah, it's a treat when you've got a wife as beautiful as i have,” your husband pulls himself up slightly to look in your eyes. there's nothing but love in his gaze, and you know yours is the same. “can i tell you a secret?”

“ooh, yeah.”

matty kisses you deeply, a proper head-spinner of a kiss, before murmuring against your lips. “i love making you cum.”

“that has got to be the worst-kept secret of all time.”

“well, let me tell you another one, then.”

“alright.”

another kiss, less gentle than the last; matty takes your lip between his teeth, dragging it to release as slowly as honey dripping from a spoon. “i really want to make you cum now.”

“again, obvious,” you pant out, body tingling with want. “can feel how hard you are, baby.”

matty laughs breathily, rolling his hips into yours almost as slowly as he released your lip. “and i can feel how wet you are. maybe we should take that pretty underwear off before you ruin it, yeah?”

“and then you'll ruin me?”

“of course, darling,” matty giggles, kissing your nose. “will you shuffle back and get comfy on those pillows, please?”

you nod. “d'you want me to take off my dress first, or…?”

your husband thinks for a second. “may i?”

“of course,” you smile. “just pull the end of the bows on my shoulders, and…”

“obsessed with that. you're like a little gift i get to unwrap,” matty beams. “well, you're already a gift. but you know what i mean. anyway,” he giggles excitedly as he undoes the straps of your lingerie, then moans softly when it falls down enough to reveal your chest. “fuck, you're so hot.”

“back at you, gorgeous,” you wink. “now - please get me naked and get inside me, baby.”

“as you wish, my love. what is it they say, again?” matty’s brow furrows in thought as he carefully pulls your dress and thong down - tapping your hip so you can raise it and he can slide them off - and lays them at the bottom of the bed. “happy wife, happy life?”

“yeah, think so.”

“well, mrs healy,” matty grins, leaning down to make out with you again and wrap your legs around him. “i'm about to make us both really bloody happy.”

you moan when he slides the head of his dick through your folds, gathering the abundant wetness. “sounds good- oh.”

“christ,” matty hisses as he slowly pushes into you, your body rearranging to welcome him home. he smiles down at you once he's bottomed out. “feel fucking perfect, as always.”

“shhhhh,” you giggle, hiding your face in his neck. “you know i can't take compliments. but,” you smirk. “i can take you.”

matty laughs, throwing his head back before kissing yours. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

“well, in that case,” your husband pulls his hips back, almost fully leaving you, before thrusting quickly back in. you sigh happily at the feeling, and matty smiles. “feel good, my love?”

“perfect,” you breathe out, dopamine clouding your brain more and more with each precise thrust of matty's hips. a particularly pointed one has you keening. “oh, do that again, please.”

“this?” matty repeats the movement, over and over, groaning when you cry out and clench around him. “fuck, sweetheart, m'gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

“good.”

he smiles. “no, not yet, it isn't. wanna get my sweet girl off again first before i fill her up.”

there's another gush to your core. matty notices, of course, and laughs slightly deliriously. still fucking you borderline-animalistic, he leans down to take one of your nipples in his mouth, dragging his tongue up your chest and neck so he can talk directly in your ear. “you like me talking about that, darling? how i'm gonna pump you full of me, get you all sticky and dripping, with a baby in your belly? my baby? our baby?”

every muscle in your body is taut with pleasure; your throat is so constricted that you can barely speak, but you manage a whimper. “please. want…”

your brain is too cloudy to finish the rest of the sentence. somewhere in its recesses, you worry that matty will give in to his slight sadistic streak and make you finish it, but luckily, today, he understands. of course, that might be because he's just as fucked out as you are - he certainly looks it, eyes black and heavy, jaw slack, a sheen of sweat glistening on his pretty face. he's gorgeous, though, and he smiles shyly when you tell him as much. “i love you, my girl. gonna make you cum soon, yeah?”

you nod enthusiastically, softly reaching up to caress his face with your left hand. matty turns his head slightly, still fucking you, and kisses your rings, those pretty signifiers of the two of you belonging together and to each other; you smile as he does. “love you.”

“you're so fucking cute,” matty kisses you passionately. his leaning forward lets him thrust deeper inside you, and he moans into your mouth when you suddenly jolt and clench like a vice around him. “that the spot?”

“yeah.”

“in that case, then…” matty leans even further forward, quickly detaching your legs from his waist and resting his elbows beside your head. incongruous with the feral way he's driving his hips into your own and hitting that spot inside you, your husband tenderly brushes your hair from your face and smiles. “feeling good, darling?”

“so good,” you lift your head to kiss him, teeth sinking into his bottom lip in reaction to a particular thrust sending shockwaves through your nervous system. “m'getting close, baby.”

“good girl.”

shit. your eyes roll back in ecstasy at the phrase, and you cling to matty in a wordless plea for him not to stop. wordless, because your jaw is shaking too uncontrollably from the electric pleasure in every nerve ending on your body for you to talk. he knows, though.

and he knows exactly how to blow the fuse. “taking me so fucking well, sweetheart. will you cum for me?” matty coos, fucking you impossibly faster and deeper, dragging whines from your lips. “need to feel you, darling, need you to cum on my dick like a good girl and make me cum, make me fill you up with our baby. you'll do that for me, won't you? cum for me, so i can get you pregnant?”

you will. and you do, so quickly after the words leave his mouth that it would be embarrassing if you weren't so in love; your entire body tenses, so hard your muscles will surely ache tomorrow, and then releases. your limbs quiver, flailing wildly against the mattress, and your chest heaves as you cry out your husband's name. he cries out yours in reply, before crashing his lips onto yours, still erratically fucking into you even as you feel him spurt hot cum deep in your cunt.

matty all but falls on top of you once he's finished, your sweaty, satisfied bodies breathing heavily in rhythm. neither of you make any attempts to move for a while, aside from you gently stroking the back of his head and him pressing soft kisses to your collarbone - neither of you dare, lest you let any cum spill out of you instead of doing what it's designed for. you like being like this with matty, anyway, as physically and emotionally connected to him as possible, and you know he loves it too.

he's the first to move, though, lifting his head to kiss you softly before sitting back up onto his knees as best he can without slipping out of you. “i love you.”

“i love you too,” you smile sleepily, stretching your arms with a yawn. “loved that. i think babymaking is my new favourite kind of sex.”

your husband laughs. “same, definitely,” he smiles, manoeuvring your legs so they're at a 90° angle to the rest of your body. “can i stretch your legs back a little bit, sweetheart? think it'll be the best way to pull out but still keep my cum in you.”

you nod, pulling your legs back enough so your backside lifts off the bed, while matty sucks air in through his teeth and pulls out. he grins. “that actually worked! god, i am so smart. right, let me just run and clean myself up

“ok, baby,” you smile as he speeds to the ensuite, sliding your hands under your backside to keep it up. giggling, you push it up and rest on your elbows in a sort-of shoulder stand. “feel like this is also quite smart, actually.”

matty peers around the doorframe and cackles. “you are literally doing gymnastics to keep my cum inside you, you weirdo.”

“your weirdo,” you tease, as matty comes over and carefully wipes the wetness from your entrance. he flops on the bed beside you, kissing your cheek. “but what can i say? i just really want to have your baby.”

matty rolls onto his side, stroking your cheek. “i want that too, darling,” he murmurs softly. “i really hope it happens soon.”

“i think it will,” you kiss him sweetly, then smirk. “if it's a boy, are we still naming him after you?”

“oh, fuck off.”

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katerinaaqu · 4 days

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So how old is Odysseus exactly?

A small Odysseus age analysis based on a description in the Iliad

Many make speculations of his age, me included. Interestingly we have several hints in both art and the scripts but is hard to pinpoint. In general Odysseus is considered old or one of the oldest generations among the poems.

In art he is always depicted bearded which is something only men in maturity have in ancient greek art (somewhere between the late 20s early 30s) and his beard is full indicating that he is at least in his 30s. Most art of his, ranges from the events of the Trojan war till his journey and the murder of the suitors. In all cases we see him having a full beard. So it is pretty hard to determine his age but we know he was at least 30 in the war making him at his final 40s or early 50s when he comes back home depending on interpretation.

In the Iliad in the 23rd rhapsody/book we have an interesting description by Antilochus

"And this one (Odysseus) is of an earlier/previous generation of earlier men; we call him "omogeronda" (early-old man, green old age); yet he is really hard to be competed against in speed (lit: his feet are troublesome to compete) by the Achaeans, except from Achilles"

For starters he clearly states that he is "one generation older" (προτέρης γενεής) but he also calls him with the interesting word "ωμογέρων" which means "raw old man" literally aka "not ripe old age". The word has two possible interpretations; one that he is a "green old man" aka he just began to grow older or to pass to old age and two "a vigorous and lively old man" 😉

Now it could be a tender nickname that they call him "old" but I think the first interpretation fits better to the description. So we know that Odysseus was already mature man when he entered the war (bearded=somewhere in his early 30s and above) and he spent 10 years in the war. We know that he is "one generation older".

The age of marriage differs in ancient greece (for example in 5th century BC Athens, 300 years after Homer's time and almost 1000 years after the time Trojan war took place, the age of marriage for men ideally was 30 years old when they had served their dues although it is unclear how often it was being done this way) but we are to expect that a man in his middle 20s was expected to have at least considered marriage if not already have a spouse and kids. So if Odysseus is "one generation older" on average he is around 20 years older than younger individuals (anywhere between 15-20 years could be closer) such as Diomedes or Antilochus here or Aias. Nestor who was considered an old man was in his 60s. He was still active on the field just not the same way as characters like Odysseus were.

Given the characterization "ωμογέρων" in the Odyssey and the description of him being a generation older than many young heroes I should calculate Odysseus is in the same age group as people like Agamemnon, making him older than other characters like Patroclus who was also generally older (closer to his early or even middle 30s if we assume that Achilles who was repeatedly said to be very young he was in his middle to final 20s during the war). That would make Odysseus a middle aged man and therefore closer in his 40s at the final year of the Trojan war.

My rough estimation is that he is in his early or mid-40s when this conversation takes place. He is middle-aged and yet he is vigorous, sportive and fast (so much so that only Achilles is said to be easily competing against him while most achaeans have hard time to), he is also strong given the many times his strength in spear, sword or bow were praised but at the same time he is obviously past the age of youth. That would make him in his early 50s at least when he arrives in Ithaca.

But what do you guys think? Agree or disagree let me know to the comments below! ^_^

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justagalwhowrites · 1 year

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Lavender - Ch. 25

You bond with a student and try to take matters into your own hands at the clinic. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-24 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut! (Unprotected P in V sex - don't be dumb), canon typical violence. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI, 18+.

Length: 5.6k

Tuesday, September 14, 2021 - Five and a Half Years Later

“So fucking cool.”

The small girl standing in the corner of your classroom hadn’t noticed you yet.

You’d gone down to refill your water bottle at the start of your lunch period, leaving an empty classroom and coming back to find a girl you didn’t know running her fingers over the worn spines of the books on the bookshelf you’d made out of scrap wood and cinderblocks. You just watched her silently for a moment, leaning against the doorframe, as she worked her way to the mural of the solar system you had on one wall. You’d been meaning to touch it up but it kept falling to the bottom of the list of things to get done.

The girl didn’t seem to mind, craning her neck as she took it in.

“Strong language,” you said, finally speaking up. She jumped and spun, her eyes wide.

“Shit,” she said. You smiled.

“I don’t bite,” you said, pushing off the doorframe and going for your desk. “Though I’d appreciate if you cut down on the swearing in my classroom.”

“Sorry,” she said. She looked around the room a bit more, her fingers tapping on desks as she did.

“You’re not one of my students,” you said, sitting down and taking a sip of water before grabbing some jerky out of your bag.

“How do you know?” She frowned.

“Well, I know my students, for starters,” you smiled a little. “But also, I’m guessing you’re a year or two young for my classes yet. How old are you?”

“I’m 12,” she said. “I think, anyway. Not really sure about my birth date.”

You nodded slowly.

“So you’re not one of my students,” you said, watching her. “And you’re too young to be in my classes. But you’re in my classroom. So, tiny human, what brings you by?”

She smiled a little at the title.

“I had some science questions and my friend told me that I should come talk to you because you were cool,” she said. “And that you’d probably help me find the shi…stuff I was looking for.”

“Dang,” you shook your head.

She frowned.

“What?”

“Your friend said I was cool?” You asked. She nodded. “Well now I’m going to just have to do whatever you want, my primary goal has always been to make teenagers think I’m cool. Who’s your friend?”

“Riley?” She asked it more than said it.

“Dang,” you said again. “Riley’s a good kid, that makes it worse. Alright, what do you want to know about?”

“She said everyone calls you Doc,” she said. “So are you like a doctor doctor or someone who just got a bunch of degrees and shi…stuff before the world ended?”

“Doctor doctor,” you said. “So if you have questions about biology, I’m your gal. Other stuff I might need to do some research on.”

“Oh,” her face fell a little bit.

“I can do some research though,” you shrugged. “I like research.”

“Yeah?”

“Yup,” you nodded. “Pretty much the whole reason I became a scientist to begin with, research is fun. So tell me what you want to know about and I’ll see what I can find for you.”

“I really want to know about space,” she said, sitting at the desk closest to yours in the front row. “It’s just so fuck…freaking cool and huge and we only just started sending people up there before the world ended and we never really got to do anything with it…”

“Space is very cool,” you said, getting up from your desk and going to the bookshelves. “I lived in Texas for a while. I went to the space center in Houston with a friend and his daughter once. Definitely something to see…. How comfortable are you reading? Do you like reading? Good at it?”

“Reading’s cool,” she shrugged. “I like comics best but I read other stuff, too.”

“If I’m grabbing anything that’s too hard, just let me know,” you said. “Any specific questions you have about space?”

“Mostly what people actually did up there,” she said. “People left the freakin’ planet, do you know how cool that is?”

You smiled a little. That was pretty cool.

“OK,” you said, making a small pile of magazines and one book. “These are the magazines I have that talk about space a lot. Give those a read, tell me what you think is most interesting and I’ll find you more about that. Go ahead and make a list about any questions you have, too. Either words or concepts you don’t know or anything you want more information about, I’ll see what I can answer for you and then I’ll find you answers for the rest. And then, for fun, there’s A Wrinkle in Time, a book about traveling through space time. I think you’ll like Meg, she’s the best.”

You grabbed a clipboard with a piece of paper and a pen on it, handing it to her.

“I’m afraid I’m going to need your name to loan these out to you, though,” you said. “Put your name, the date, and just write space stuff on the ‘what I’m borrowing’ line, I’ll know what you mean.”

She took the clipboard and filled it out. You took it back, looking at her blocky writing.

“OK Ellie,” you handed her the pile. “Think you can come back by a week from today and bring back what you’ve finished? Doesn’t have to be everything, I just like keeping an eye on my library.”

“I can do that,” she nodded. She glanced quickly at a corner of your classroom where you’d set up some beanbags before looking back to you. “Thanks for…”

“Want to sit and read in the beanbags unit your next class?” You asked. Her face lit up. You smiled a little. “Go make yourself at home. You can come by here at lunch and read anytime you want, my door is open.”

“Cool,” she smiled, taking a magazine to the corner and flopping down on the bean bag. You pressed play on the tape deck at your desk, a mix tape that someone had probably made for a girlfriend decades ago but it had a good mix of music to it. You turned the volume down low and read while eating, glancing up at the small girl curled up on the beanbags now and then.

Ellie read, a serious look on her small face, until the bell rang. She looked surprised that time had passed so quickly but she gathered her things and stopped at your desk.

“It’s really OK if I just come here at lunch?” She asked. “Riley has a different lunch period than me this year so I don’t really have anyone to sit with…”

“Of course,” you smiled. “Come by anytime. And don’t forget to take those notes so we can do some research, OK?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Thanks, Doc.”

You hoped Ellie would keep coming back. She was clearly a bright and curious kid, this school was almost certainly failing her at every opportunity.

The school had never been great. It was part of the reason why you stayed, you felt someone needed to be invested in the students and their education and if no one else was going to do it you were. But it had been steadily declining the last few years, just like the rest of the QZ.

A lot of infrastructure that had just been hanging on since the outbreak started to fold around the 15 year mark, more now that you were closing in on 20. It had been two years since you’d last had hot water, the hot water heater in your apartment going out after being repaired half a dozen times in the years prior. It finally gave up the ghost and so, too, had hot showers. Buildings badly needed repair and maintenance and the Fireflies had continued to make things worse by blowing up the stuff that didn’t.

It seemed like the school you taught at now was just doing what it could to bring students up to be soldiers, not give them a proper education. When you’d started here, FEDRA needed people who could do a multitude of things, so a comprehensive education was necessary. The last few years, they just wanted muscle. Muscle didn’t need to know about the nervous system or the water cycle or the history of the United States. You were half waiting for FEDRA to drop all the pretext and stop educating students entirely. But, in the mean time, you tried to make your classroom a safe space for them, give them access to as much information as you possibly could.

Your value to the QZ as a doctor gave you some leeway here, too. You were pretty sure they wouldn’t tolerate your methods and would just do away with you if you weren’t one of the few medical resources the QZ had.

Of course, that value was seeming more and more limited now, too. FEDRA kept cutting back on resources. Most of the drugs that came in were opioids now, hardly anything for actual treatment, just managing symptoms. Tess was checking pharmacies for you on every run now and you were going out more and more frequently to find what you needed - Joel a silent wall who pretended you didn’t exist and you mostly happy to do the same. Even though you caught yourself looking at him more often than you cared to admit.

Derek was less than thrilled with the situation. He still didn’t know much about Joel - your history became even easier to hide once you started actively avoiding him again - but he didn’t like your leaving the QZ so much.

“There has to be another option,” he said one night as you were getting ready for bed, your bag packed and ready to leave in the morning. “It’s dangerous out there…”

“Trust me, I’m not exactly itching to go out there,” you said, rubbing the lotion you’d left at Derek’s house into your hands before climbing into bed. “It’s hardly a picnic. But FEDRA hasn’t really given me another choice.”

“Do you think other QZs have people out risking their lives to see what drugs they can scavenge?” He asked without giving you a chance to answer as he got into bed beside you. “Because I can just about promise you, they don’t. It’s not reasonable for you to be going out there all the time, you can’t help anybody if you get yourself killed…”

“Then I’ll just try really hard not to die,” you kissed him. “It doesn’t matter if no one else is out there doing what I’m doing. I just can’t live with myself if I’m not doing everything I can. Soon things will be gone or so far out of date that they’re useless regardless of dosage so this is kind of a finite thing, anyway. But for now we have these resources so I intend to use them.”

“I still don’t like it…”

“Can we not fight the night before I leave?” You asked, pressing yourself against him. “I can think of way better ways to spend our time…”

You kissed him and, at first, he reluctantly kissed you back. But it didn’t take long before his hand went to your ass, fingers sinking into your flesh, pulling your hips tight to his. He rolled you onto your back, nestling himself between your legs as your arms went around his neck, grinding his hips down against yours. You groaned into his mouth as his hands slid down your body to your underwear, hooking his fingers in them and tugging them down, tossing them aside before sinking two fingers into you.

“See?” You said, grinding against his hand. “Way better than fighting.”

He just bit your lower lip in response, making you laugh. You shoved his pants down before nudging him into sitting up. You moved with him, straddling him, reaching between your bodies to grip his cock while his thumb rubbed your clit. He quickly added two fingers to your pussy, pressing into you firmly as he kissed down to your breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth. You rose up on your knees just enough to notch his head against your entrance and slowly took him inside you, his face buried in your neck as you did.

You rode him slowly, rising and falling on him in long, firm strokes as his hands and mouth ranged over your body, his hips pressing up into yours so his cock would bottom out inside you.

“Don’t want to lose you,” he groaned, his mouth against your throat.

“You won’t,” you gasped back, your body tightening around his cock. His arms went around your waist, pulling you so tight to him that the only way either of you could move was him thrusting up into you, his face buried in your chest. The tip of him pressed into the place inside you that made your head spin and you came around him with a shuddering gasp, his orgasm not far behind.

His grip on you loosened after he filled you, his head tipping back to look you in the eye.

“Promise you’re coming home to me, Love,” he said.

You kissed him gently.

“Promise.”

The trip had been relatively uneventful. You’d run into one group of raiders, but you’d heard them coming soon enough that you and Tess were able to stash yourselves safely away while Joel talked with them and they moved on, no blood spilt. You came home with only a few dozen usable bottles. You knew you had a year, maybe two left of being able to scavenge anything like this at all. You weren’t sure what anyone was going to do then.

You were still thinking about Ellie that afternoon at the clinic. It had been so long since you had a student seek out knowledge quite that aggressively. You really really hoped she came back. You were going to tell Andrew about her but he just looked exhausted.

“You practically have a kindergartener,” you teased. “There’s no way you can blame lack of sleep on the kid.”

“I can blame it on the future kid,” he groaned. “Jess was tossing and turning all night, she’s at the severe discomfort stage.”

“As a medical professional, I can tell you that all stages of pregnancy are the severe discomfort stage,” you smiled. He glared at you. “But yeah, she’s getting pretty far along.”

“I think she’s ready to come here, hand you a scalpel and say ‘please cut this thing out of me,’” he said. “She’s so done, wants to have the baby here and skip the rest of the pregnancy and labor part.”

“If only,” you said. “How is young Miss Elizabeth by the way? I haven’t seen her this week.”

“Eating everything in sight,” he said. “Think she’s having another growth spurt…”

“Does she need cookies?” You asked. “Because I can make cookies.”

You’d become enraptured with Andrew and Jess’ daughter, Elizabeth, from the second she was born. You could watch her do anything and everything, wanted to give her whatever her heart desired.

Jess had asked for you and Andrew with her when she gave birth and watching that little girl draw her first breath had been one of the best moments of your life, even as it was tinged in the bittersweet thought that you’d never experience that with your own child. They’d named her Elizabeth, after Jess’ mom, but had given her the middle name Sarah in honor of the girl who you’d loved like a daughter. You sobbed the first time you held her, her soft perfection blurry behind your tears.

“I think we will pass on the sugar high, thank you Auntie Doc,” he smiled.

“Hey Doc,” Kristen hung her torso into the waiting room. “Need you on a consult.”

“Cookie offer still stands,” you said as you headed back. “If she wants cookies, I’ll make cookies.”

You could practically hear him roll his eyes. You looked to Kristen.

“Whatcha got?” You asked.

“Well, it’s basic,” she said, keeping her voice low. “But there’s a pattern…”

She opened up the chart. It was for a woman you’d treated before, Penny. Small things over the past few years, a few broken bones, lacerations that needed stitches… You frowned at the locations, the frequency.

“I see what you mean,” you said. “What’s her living situation?”

“Just her and her husband,” she said. “But he’s a guard…”

“Shit,” you sighed.

“Doc,” she looked at you. “It’s bad this time. I’ve tried to do safety checks before but…”

“I got it,” you sighed, heading to the door. You knocked once and let yourself in.

“Hi Penny,” you smiled, forcing yourself to hold it. She’d gotten the shit beat out of her. One eye was swollen shut, there were bruises around her throat. Kristen had already set a broken wrist. “How are you doing today?”

“Oh, I’ve been better,” she tried to smile but her cut cheek kept it for being too wide. You did a few quick checks, seeing if she had signs of a concussion or internal bleeding before pulling up a stool next to the exam table.

“So,” you said, looking at her. “Want to tell me what happened?”

“It’s not that bad,” she said quickly, but her eyes were welling up with tears. “Really, I just…” She started sobbing. “I don’t know what to do, he’s a guard so no one will arrest him, I can’t just leave town…”

“Hey,” you said, putting a hand gently on her knee. “I understand, OK? We’re going to figure the out. To start, we’re going to keep you overnight at least for observation. Maybe a few nights. Maybe a week. I’ll try to see what we can get worked out in the meantime, but for now, you’re going to be safe and in here, OK?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “OK.”

You gave Kristen a few instructions and went back out to the front. No one was in the waiting room, but you lowered your voice, anyway.

“Andrew,” you said, standing close to him. “I need you to find Penny’s emergency contact sheet, find out who her husband is.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said with a frown, going over toward filing. You hovered by the front desk, trying to think of a solution.

The QZ was small, too small for her to stay hidden for long. You could maybe see if she could travel as a passenger on a convoy headed to Atlanta under a different name. Elias might be able to make that happen. Then it would just be a matter of hoping that no one traveling with her knew her or her husband, especially not the guards. And that you could get her out of the city before he fucking killed her. You sighed. It seemed like things that were problems before the outbreak were just bigger problems now. Like the world had decided to go to shit in the most extreme way it could possibly find.

You still hadn’t come up with a solution the next day beyond keeping Penny in the clinic for a bit to at least keep her out of harm’s way for now. She was getting anxious, though, certain that her husband was going to track her down and cause problems.

She was right. That evening, you were in with a patient when you heard some screaming from the entry, a man’s unfamiliar voice and Andrew’s forceful baritone back.

“Excuse me,” you smiled to the woman you were treating before peeling off your gloves and leaving the exam room. There was a heat in you, building, spreading through your body. White hot, vengeful, righteous. You’d fought for years to make this place safe and someone was threatening it.

You ducked into a surgical suite on the way and grabbed a scalpel from an area that hadn’t been sterilized yet, holding the handle in your fist like a talisman. You went into the waiting area to find a man in a guard’s uniform - hulking, at least six feet tall - screaming at Andrew, who was standing behind the desk.

“I will burn this fucking place to the ground if you don’t bring me my goddamn wife!” He yelled.

“Hey!” You yelled, stalking up to him. He turned his attention to you quickly. “Get the fuck out of my clinic before I make you get the fuck out of my clinic!”

“The fuck you going to do about it?” He started toward you and you whipped the scalpel forward, slicing the palm of his hand. He hissed, yanking it back in surprise and you took the opportunity to put the blade to his throat.

“That,” you snapped. “Get the fuck out.”

He scowled at you.

“This isn’t over.”

“It is for now,” you said. “Leave.”

He held your gaze for a second, spittle on his lips, before he stepped back.

“Fucking kill you too, you little bitch,” he stalked off.

The second he was out of the door, you looked around. Everyone in the waiting room had cowered back into a corner.

“Everyone OK?” You asked. No one said otherwise. Andrew just looked at you.

“Alright,” he said, coming over and putting his arm around your shoulders. “Come on…”

He steered you into the break room before carefully pulling the scalpel from your hand.

“You good?” He asked, searching your face. You realized then that your hands were shaking. “Yeah, didn’t think so, where the hell did that come from?”

“I don’t know,” you were hyperventilating. “I just heard him, I knew it was him, I knew what he was after and I just wasn’t going to let him hurt anyone here on my watch and the only thing I could think to do was that…”

“Look, I love that you threatened to shank a FEDRA guard,” he said. “That’s the dream. But he’s going to come back and if the guards won’t do anything…”

“I know,” you were shaking. He pulled you into his chest.

“It’ll be OK,” he said, stroking your hair. “We’ll talk to Elias, there has to be something we can do…”

You just nodded into his chest. But you had a different idea, one that you couldn’t afford to bring Andrew in on.

You ducked out of work a few minutes early. Andrew had volunteered to stay the night to fend off any potential acts of aggression. It made you nervous but he could handle himself. There were weapons on site in case of an outbreak, so he was armed and ready at least. You, on the other hand, walked straight to Joel’s.

He opened the door quickly when you knocked, frowning when he saw you standing there.

“Tess ain’t here,” he said.

“Not here for Tess,” you replied. “Here to talk to you. I’m calling in a favor, think you owe me a few at this point, Miller.”

He sighed, opening the door and letting you in.

***

You refused to properly sit down, instead just leaning back against his kitchen counter as he stood opposite you, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

To say he was surprised to see you was an understatement. You tolerated him on trips outside the QZ but said as little to him as you possibly could. You’d made it very clear that you were done with him. It killed him every time.

“What do you want?” He asked, as though he would drive some kind of hard bargain. As though he wouldn’t just give you whatever you asked for.

“I need you to tell me how to kill a person,” you said, chin out, defiant. “In a ‘make them disappear’ way.”

He looked you up and down. He knew you were in your 40s now but you didn’t look it. Even after all the years in the QZ there was still something soft about you, something safe and warm and kind. You weren’t a killer.

“Why?” He asked.

“I have a patient,” you replied. “Her husband damn near killed her. Came into the clinic today threatening to burn the place down if we didn’t give her to him. I had to put a scalpel to his throat to get him to leave…”

“Tell the guard,” he shrugged, watching you closely.

“He is a guard,” you replied, shaking your head. “They won’t take down one of their own. He threatened to kill me today as he was leaving… I’ve thought about it and the only way to do this is to kill him. But I’ve only ever shot infected or euthanized people, I’ve never… I don’t know how to do what you do. I need you to tell me so I can do it.”

His jaw tensed as he strained to hold himself back. Someone had threatened to hurt you - a guard, no less - and you just wanted a guidebook on how to handle it yourself.

“No,” he said firmly.

“What do you mean no?” You snapped. “Like I said, I think you owe me a favor or two at this point, Miller, I’ve spent a decade and a half helping to keep you alive…”

“Derek know you’re asking for this?” He asked, all but spitting the man’s name out. He had no reason to, he seemed like a decent enough guy. He just got to touch you and he hated him for it.

Honestly, Joel owed Derek at least a thank you. He’d picked you up with Tess from Derek’s one morning to go on a run and Derek had invited them into his apartment while you grabbed something you’d left in his bedroom. There were photos spread out on the kitchen table. Joel caught a glimpse of one of you. You didn’t look like you even knew the photo was being taken. You were folded into a threadbare armchair, a book in your hands. Your hair was a little wild, a ribbon holding it back from your face. You legs were bare, he could just see a hint of tank top and cleavage over the top of the book. Your face was the real draw though, totally absorbed, as though there was nothing outside of you and the page in front of you in the world. He hadn’t seen you like that in years. When Derek turned his back, he pocketed the photo.

“Why would Derek know?” You asked. “He’s not involved. No one knows I’m asking for this and I’m just trusting that you won’t turn me into FEDRA for it. Tell me how to make someone disappear.”

“Can’t just tell you how to kill someone like that, Kid,” he said, crossing his arms. You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off. “What’s his name.”

“What?” You frowned.

“His name.” He said. “Give me the name, where I can find him. I’ll take care of it.”

Your eyebrows knitted together.

“No,” you shook your head. “I’m not asking you to kill someone for me, I can handle my own shit…”

“No, you can’t,” he said. “You really think you can just kill a guard? You, who hates killin’ and hurtin’ anything thinks you’re going to just waltz into some guard’s living room and put him out?”

You glared at him.

“You’re right,” he said. “I owe ya. I owe ya a lot. Give me the name.”

“You know what, Joel,” you snapped. “If you don’t respect me, just say so, OK?”

“Never said I don’t respect you,” he frowned, confused. Ever since you’d found out he’d sent Tommy away, you automatically jumped to the worst possible conclusion about anything he said or did.

“You respect strength and skill and you clearly don’t think I have any,” you snapped. “I still know you, Joel…”

“Apparently you don’t if you think I don’t respect ya,” he snapped, closing the distance between you quickly, caging you back against the cabinets. Your breath hitched. “I know you’re smart, I know you’re capable and I know you’re not a fuckin’ killer, let me keep you from turnin’ into one and give me the goddamn name!”

His body was against yours for the first time in years. You still felt the same against him. He still wanted to touch and hold you in the same places, still wanted to knot his fingers in your hair and kiss you until your lips were swollen with it. You still smelled like lavender. You still would rip him open and destroy him if he let you.

You slowly reached into your pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper with a name and address. Your eyes never left Joel’s. He took it, stepping back from you.

“I’ll take care of ‘em,” he said, putting it in his pocket.

“Joel,” you said softly.

“You should go home,” he said. “Make sure you’re in before curfew.”

You nodded once.

“Thank you,” you said quietly as you turned to leave.

Joel waited until he knew you were gone to fuck his hand while thinking about sinking into you. What would have happened if he’d kissed you. How he’d have held your face, touched your breasts, fingered you until you came around him. The sounds you made when he ate you until he was drowning in you. The way you felt when you came around his cock as he drove deep inside you, so wrapped up in you that he almost didn’t know where he ended and you began. He came harder than he had in months, the memory of the feel of your body against his so close but so far.

Joel got an early start the next day, going and waiting near the address you’d given him. He watched a man come outside and shook his head. He was huge, he’d have taken you apart. It would have been almost funny, you thinking you could kill this man without the help of a gun, if he hadn’t threatened to kill you.

He let the rage fill him then, soaking in the heat of it. Killing this man would be justice. Killing this man would be a good thing. Killing this man would protect you.

He came along side him, glancing to his name tag before he took his knife and put his arm around the man’s shoulders, pressing the knife into his side.

“What the…”

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll kill you on the street,” Joel snapped. “Walk with me.”

He steered him into an abandoned building, taking him toward the center of it.

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re doing,” the man snapped. Joel shoved him into the room.

“You beat your wife?” He asked. The man just blinked at him in shock. “Say you’re going to burn down the clinic? Threaten to kill a doctor?”

“That fuckin’ cunt send you?” He snapped. Joel wasn’t sure if he was talking about you or his wife but he didn’t care. “Look, I don’t have any problem with you…”

“I’ve got one with you,” Joel said. “You threatened her so I’ve got a big fuckin' problem with you.”

“That little doctor bitch?” He snapped. He was getting worried now. Joel liked it. “I’m sorry about that, OK? If that’s your problem, nothing needs to happen with her, I’ll leave her be, I just want my fuckin’ wife back…”

“That’s not how it works,” Joel shook his head. “I don’t take risks with her, not with pieces of shit like you.”

The man tried to charge him but he sidestepped him and thrust the knife into his gut, twisting and pressing it deep as the man gasped in shock. He felt the blood spill onto his hand and he pushed the man to the ground. He yanked his knife free as the man gasped and blinked up at him in shock.

“Now,” Joel knelt beside him. “You’re lucky, You hadn’t hurt her yet, or this would be worse. Sounds like you deserve worse, anyway, but…” he shrugged. “Rather be quick with it.”

He slit his throat and waited until he was sure he was dead before he cleaned his knife on the man’s clothes and grabbed the blood splattered velcro name tag from the man’s uniform. He pocketed it, gave himself a once over to ensure he’d missed the worst of the blood, and left him there. With the building’s state, it would likely be weeks before they found him, if at all.

That afternoon, he went to the clinic. Andrew frowned at him.

“She here?” He asked gruffly.

“I’ll grab her,” he said, looking Joel up and down for a moment before disappearing into the back. He came out with you and you just froze in the doorway to the exam rooms.

Joel allowed himself a second to just look at you. He’d always liked how you dressed the days that you both taught and were at the clinic - a combination of bright and cheerful for your students and professional and serious for your patients. It seemed most like you. His mind lingered on the feeling of unbuttoning your shirt when you got home, feeling how you melted against him after your long day.

He wordlessly walked over to you, pulled the name tag out of his pocket and pressed it into your palm. You looked down at it for a moment, running your fingers over the stitching before looking back up at him.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

He just nodded once and left before he gave into his urge to touch you.

A/N: YES THAT'S RIGHT WE HAVE ELLIE! WE'RE GETTING SO CLOSE!

Next chapter will likely be the last all pre-canon QZ based chapter (maybe one more after but I doubt what I have planned to wrap up all the OC QZ stuff will take more than one chapter) and then we will be off on the quest to bring Ellie west :D

(Also note, though it wasn't by name, Ellie heard her first Joel story today, did you catch it?)

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im rusty. so rusty. and also extremely late for christmas. i may as well have waited 350 days until the holidays came around again, but im trying to write more this year, so hear you go? eek im nervous. please pardon any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes. enjoy! also tumblr doesn't seem to have line breaks so sorry if any time jumps are confusing.

also a warning for language and mentions of wanting to step in front of a bus as an extreme response to being embarrassed. i swear this is all fluff otherwise.

Harry doesn't know what to get Sirius for Christmas.

Well, to clarify, Harry doesn't know if he can get Sirius anything adequately worth a damn. Because how can a game (magical or not) or piece of art or trinket or any sort of anything say hey Merry Christmas and by the way, thanks for saving me from my horrible abusive household where I lived in a cupboard and for wrangling a fucked up wizarding judicial system so that it both exonerates you from a murder you didn't commit and lets you adopt a kid you only properly met six months ago.

Harry would also like the gift (if he ever manages to find something) to say also thank you for giving me my own bedroom and for making pancakes every Saturday morning and for letting me visit my friends and for playing two-man Quidditch with me and for ruffling my hair and for always letting me pick the film that we watch and for telling me stories about my parents and for always being just enough and for not pushing me when I have nothing to say and for calling me by my name instead of shouting boy angrily-

Harry figures that he should cut himself off there. Any more gratitudes and the gift will literally be impossible to find, lest it be the size of Hogwarts in an effort to cram any and all unspoken messages Harry doesn't have the courage to voice out loud.

So Harry does what he usually does in a sticky situation. He turns to his friends.

No clue mate, Ron writes. I normally get Mum perfume and Dad whatever Muggle trinket he's been obsessing over. So unless Sirius wants a rubber duck, I probably won't be much help. But you could probably give him one and he'd be ecstatic. You're pretty much his favorite person right now.

Ah bloody hell. Do you think I should get Sirius something as a thanks for Pig?

Even though he's sure Ron's right (although Padfoot might enjoy a rubber duck more than Sirius), Harry doesn't have time to add Ron's own gift conundrum to his list of problems, so he turns to Hermione, who ends up being a bit more helpful.

I know you said that Sirius was interested in curse-breaking and how it can be used to help with cleaning up Grimmauld Place, so maybe something pertaining to that? A book or starter kit? Or perhaps something a bit more personal, something he couldn't just buy in a shop. Don't worry too much, Harry. He'll love whatever it is you give him because it's you.

Harry disregards the book suggestion immediately. Sirius does read; over the holiday break the two of them have taken to sitting quietly on opposite sides of the couch in the sitting room, reading books from the Black family library and munching on the latest treat Mrs. Weasley has sent them while flames blaze in the fireplace, only breaking the peaceful quiet occasionally to share whatever interesting passage has just been read. But Harry doesn't want to give a present that reminds Sirius of the exhausting work they do every day trying to make Grimmauld Place a habitable home.

Hermione's other suggestion, however, gets Harry thinking. Something he couldn't just buy in a shop. That obviously eliminates all of the last-resort items Harry had on his mental list, as they were dumb things he had planned to frantically order by mail once he gave up on the idea of finding something good enough for Sirius. But it also opens up a new idea, something that Harry himself had appreciated when he had received it a few years ago.

He begins firing off letters and mail-in order forms with an efficiency Hermione would admire. The owls return in quick fashion, up to three or four a day. Sirius doesn't notice anything at first, but when Hedwig taps on the kitchen window for the second time that day during breakfast, he gets up and lets her in with a raised eyebrow at Harry.

"Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment?" he asks, somewhat incredulously, peering at the label on the package. "Harry, love, you know we can just go to Diagon Alley whenever you'd like. No need to rely on owl post if you're running low on supplies."

Harry flushes and snatches the small, soft package from Hedwig, stuffing it under his armpit and looking determinedly at his porridge. He hopes he doesn't have ACTUALLY IT'S PART OF YOUR CHRISTMAS PRESENT written all over his face.

"It's fine," he shrugs, aiming for casual nonchalance with his tone. "It's just a small thing. No point in going all the way down to Diagon Alley. Besides, the crowds would drive you crazy. They'd probably give you a concussion trying to get a picture."

Sirius grimaces, probably thinking of their last attempt to go for an ice cream at Fortescue's shortly before Harry had left for the fall term. They'd returned to Grimmauld Place ice cream-less and with a giant tear down the front of Harry's robes.

"Nothing a Glamour Charm wouldn't fix," he responds, grabbing his own empty bowl and bringing it to the sink. "Anyway, it's not fair for us to be shut up in this damned house because some people can't behave themselves in public. You just let me know whenever you want to go out, alright? I promise I won't breathe down your neck while you look at potions ingredients and whatnot. Even if they all suspiciously happen to be ingredients for an Enlarging Potion."

He manages to ruffle Harry's hair before the boy squawks out a "Sirius!" and darts out the kitchen, cackling in response to Harry's sputtered "I'm not... I wouldn't... SIRIUS!"

As Christmas approaches, Harry begins to stay up later and later into the night, working frantically to finish Sirius' present. One late night (or early morning, really), he hears a gentle knock on his door. He jumps and shoves the half completed project under his comforter.

"Come in!"

Sirius peeks his head through the cracked open door. "Are you alright? I was getting a glass of water and noticed your light was still on."

Harry nods, trying to convey a casualness he doesn't feel beneath the stress of wanting to have the present ready by Christmas morning. "Yes. Fine. I was just... reading." He reaches for his nightstand and holds up the latest book he's knicked from the Black family library for this exact purpose.

Sirius raises an eyebrow. "You sure? I've read that one before. Couldn't last more than thirty seconds at a time without falling asleep."

Harry glances at the cover. He hasn't even cracked it open yet. "It's actually quite interesting. I've always been fascinated by... the evolution of wizarding legalese from 1500 to 1800." He internally winces as the subject matter is finally made apparent to his sleep-deprived brain.

Sirius pauses, clearly sensing that something's up. He must decide that now's not the time to probe further because he says, "Alright. You're stronger than me, then. Let me know if you need anything though." He begins to retreat and close the bedroom door but stops right before he actually does. "I forgot, " he murmurs, opening the door wide and stepping fully into Harry's bedroom. He approaches Harry where he's sitting on his bed. Harry tries to discretely shove the half-finished present further under the covers. "You had a letter downstairs. We must have missed it earlier. I only saw it when I was getting water." He hands over a rather thick envelope to Harry, who flips it over, notes the name of the sender, and smiles, relieved.

Sirius lets out a small puff of air, and Harry looks up at the sound. Sirius pastes on a rather strained smile. "Do you often write to Mrs. Weasley?"

Harry's brain scrambles for a response. "Erm. Not really."

He doesn't say anything else, unsure how to explain away the situation convincingly. A rather awkward silence settles between them. Sirius looks as if he's summoning the courage to say something.

Sirius takes a deep breath. "I'm here if you ever want to talk, Harry. I know the Weasley's have always been great to you, and I never want to feel like you're getting that taken away. But, I just want you to know that I'm also here, in addition to them. For anything. No questions asked or judgement cast. Alright?"

The letter slips out of Harry's grip, as he frantically waves his hands in front of him, desperate to correct Sirius' perception of the situation. "Oh, no, Sirius, I know! I swear it. We were just... planning Ron's birthday present this year. They wanted to throw him a party." The fib comes easily.

Sirius visibly relaxes. "Oh. Ron's birthday's not until April though."

"Yes," Harry's brain scrambles for an explanation. "But you know how Mrs. Weasley is. Always trying to stay ahead. She's already starting to plan the menu. Fretting between bacon sandwiches or chicken legs for the main course."

Sirius shakes his head, a genuine smile starting to form on his face. "Well you know my vote is always for chicken legs. Assuming I'm invited of course."

"You know you're always invited. Mrs. Weasley always wants an opportunity to make sure you're feeding me properly," Harry rolls his eyes. "And Ron thinks you're pretty cool too. Even though you broke his leg."

Sirius gives him a mock scowl. "Hey now! I wasn't in my right mind that night. And I gave him an owl to make up for it! Even though I was probably doing myself more of a favor than him. That damned owl was driving me mad."

Harry giggles, and Sirius' smile grows wider at the sound. He lets out a dramatic sigh and leans over to ruffle Harry's hair, ignoring the sounds of protest that come in response to the action.

"Alright then, love. I'm off to bed. Shout if you need anything, and I'll be here in faster than you can say chicken legs. You hear me?"

Harry nods. "Yes sir."

Sirius scowls for real this time. "None of that now, remember?"

Harry nods again, this time rather sheepishly. Sirius bends over to kiss his forehead before heading out of the bedroom, shouting a "Good night!" over his shoulder before he closes the door behind him.

Harry sighs in relief, pulls the present out from underneath the comforter, tears open Mrs. Weasley's letter, and gets back to work.

The morning of the 25th is bright and cold.

Harry is a ball of nerves as the breakfast plates get cleared away and the two of them prepare to go to the sitting room to open presents. Padfoot had barged into Harry's room at half past seven, barking loudly and leaping onto the bed, nearly giving Harry a heart attack in the process. He'd only finished Sirius' present in the wee hours of the morning and had barely managed to shove it into his desk drawer before he'd fallen asleep.

Sirius had dragged Harry into the kitchen for special Christmas chocolate chip pancakes and hot chocolate but had only allowed Harry to start eating once he agreed to don a ridiculously oversized Santa hat that matched the one Sirius had on his own head.

"If I'd known you liked Christmas so much, I'd have taken you to the Muggle mall to get a picture with Santa," Harry grumbles only half-heartedly as he watches the milk heat up on the hob. Sirius was adamant about making hot chocolate the old-fashioned way.

Sirius laughs loudly and hooks his arm around Harry's neck, pulling him close and planting a kiss on his forehead with a loud smack. "It's our first Christmas together, kiddo! First of many. You can get past your anti-morning attitude for that, can't you?"

"I gueeeeeeees," Harry mock-whines, drawing out the word as he adds the chopped chocolate to the steaming milk. He's secretly pleased that Sirius seems to somewhat enjoy his company. It shows he's not such a terrible charge.

"Thank you for your sacrifice," Sirius states dramatically. He gives Harry one last squeeze before releasing him. "Now come on, let's get to presents. I call going first!" He darts off to the sitting room where, overnight, a large pile of presents has piled in front of the eight-foot tall tree Sirius had dragged home one afternoon (with lots of swearing).

Harry gulps nervously as he pours hot chocolate into two mugs and tops them both with a handful of marshmallows. His hands are slightly shaking as he brings them both to the sitting room. Sirius is poking around the heap of gifts as he enters the room, and Harry spots the hastily wrapped, lumpy package he completed only a few hours ago.

Please like it, please like it, please like it, he silently begs as he sets the mugs on the coffee table. The sight of the gift is almost nauseating, and he keeps his eyes fixed on the hot chocolate.

Sirius turns at the sound to spot Harry and grins. "Alrighty, kiddo, what do you want to unwrap first? I did go a bit overboard this year, you'll have to forgive me. But there's plenty here from your friends!" He's practically vibrating with excitement.

Harry straightens his back and clears his throat. "Actually, do you mind if you do the opening first?"

Sirius pauses. "Are you sure? I swear mine are quite good."

Harry nods vigorously. "Yes. You can start with mine. It's right on top. The green wrapping." Let's just get this over with, he thinks.

Sirius picks up the package and shakes it gently. It makes no noise, and Harry can't help but let out a chuckle despite the knots in his stomach. Sirius grins at him and begins to carefully unwrap the gift.

Harry's legs suddenly feel like treacle tart filling. He lowers himself onto the couch so he doesn't pass out.

The wrapper paper gently falls to the ground, revealing a mound of knit material. Sirius unravels the pile to reveal a rather lumpy, oversized navy blue sweater with a slightly misshapen black dog woven onto the front.

Sirius doesn't say anything.

Harry's heart drops to his stomach. He opens his mouth, desperate to explain away the situation. "It's uh... it's... erm... it's a sweater? I made it?" As if that wasn't fucking obvious, he internally snarls at himself. He shakes his head, trying to organize his thoughts. "Yes, I, um, I made it. That's uh... that's Padfoot. On the front of it. I knitted it."

Sirius doesn't say anything.

Harry's words start coming out faster and faster, hoping something comes out that remedies this clusterfuck of an event. "Mrs. Weasley helped me. She sent me instructions. And the patterns? That 's why she was sending me so many letters. I didn't know how to do it. They aren't throwing a party for Ron."

Sirius still doesn't say anything.

Oh fuck! Harry thinks wildly. He's probably livid I lied. Oh fuck fuck fuck. "I'm sorry I lied to you! I just wanted it to be a surprise," he manages to get out. "That's why I was ordering so much through owl post. I had to get the yarn and the needles. And I kept having to order more yarn because I kept getting frustrated and messing up a lot. I didn't want you to know. Until now, that is. Obviously."

Sirius. Still. Doesn't. Say. Anything.

Harry wants to crawl into a hole and die. But for some stupid, idiotic reason, he keeps speaking. "I wasn't sure if you'd like the color? I actually realized that I don't know what your favorite color is. But whenever Mrs. Weasley makes one for me or for the Weasley kids, she usually does our favorite color. Or house colors. But I figured you have lots of things in Gryffindor colors? Like your wand holster. And then I noticed that you wear a lot of navy. So I thought that might be nice."

If Sirius doesn't say anything, Harry just might call the Knight Bus so he can step in front of it. He decides to get everything off of his chest before he has to do so.

"Mrs... uh... Mrs. Weasley made me one," he explains softly. "My first year. And every year after that. It means a lot to me. I think it was probably the first gift I ever got. And it kind of made me feel like part of their family? A little bit at least. So... so I wanted to give you one. Not from her, of course. But from me. So you could feel like a part of... our family?" His sentence embarrassingly ends like a question, so he hastily tacks on, "If you want to, of course."

Sirius finally moves, and Harry shuts his mouth. He gently sets the sweater down on the armchair next to him, walks over to where Harry is sitting, and pulls him up into the tightest, fiercest hug Harry has ever experienced.

Neither say anything for a few moments. Until Harry can't deal with not being able to breathe and squeaks out, "Uh? Sirius? I can't really inhale."

Sirius releases him quickly and takes a step back. "Sorry."

Harry feels awkward again. He clears his throat, hoping to fill the silence with something. "I hope you like it. But I know it's not done very well. So I can take it apart if you'd rather that. The shop said they'd take the yarn back as long as it wasn't too worn."

Sirius' head snaps up. "What? Harry, my love, I don't not like it. I love it."

Harry's mouth goes dry. "What?"

Sirius gives him a small smile. His eyes look suspiciously glassy. "Harry. You made this for me. You made this for me! It's my favorite color, and it's got me on it! Of course I love it. Not just because you took the time and the effort to make something for me. Because, my goodness, how do you even start with something like this? It must have taken you ages. But also because, well, you said it yourself. I mean, I already felt like part of the same family with the whole adoption bit and knowing you since you were a baby and whatnot, but it's always nice to know you feel the same. And I'm so honored to be a part of your family. Always will be. You have to know that, alright?" Sirius presses their foreheads together. "Alright?"

Harry nods, feeling a little something catch in his throat. He nods.

"Thank you for my gift," Sirius says softly. "I love it. No talk about talking it apart. I'll be proper mad if you do, you hear me?"

Harry nods again. Sirius releases him. He grabs the sweater from the armchair and pulls it over his head. The hem is uneven and the dog looks more like a cat once the sweater settles on his body, but Sirius only looks down at it and grins.

"Now come on, it's your turn to open presents. I don't think any of mine are as good as a handmade sweater, but I hope you like them anyway. And that's got me thinking, we ought to do a Christmas card no? Especially now that I've got a nice sweater on. Mrs. Weasley might tear up at the sight of a photo of the two us. Come on, come on, pick a present."

Harry rolls his eyes without any real heat behind the action. And he doesn't say anything later when he feels a burst of pride when he sees the photo they take in front of the Christmas tree that afternoon, Sirius wearing the sweater with the biggest, proudest smile Harry has ever seen.

He just bottles the feeling and hopes to remember it forever.

#hi i write sometimes #sirius and harry #sirius black #harry potter #good godfather sirius black #dadfoot #sirius raising harry #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter oneshot

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when do we get to see the plasma moments? I know jaya is obviously endgame and all but your stories also tagged w plasma am i missing something or is it still just on the way /gen

OH IS IT FINALLY TIME FOR MY LEGACY!PLASMA DISSERTATION?!?! LETS GOOO

I wasn't kidding when I said ya gotta squint for some of this, but it's about to be less subtextual sooner or later...so, moment recap time! *crackles knuckles*

(Note: the stuff in Book 1 is merely foundational and not inherently "romantic" in intent)

B1Ch2: Jay is the first one to check in on Kai after their fight with the Skulkin, and despite Kai yelling at him, he's also the one to pry Cole off Kai when they start going at it

B1Ch4: Kai saving Jay from Chad, Jay again checking in on if Kai's doing okay (twice) + making an effort to find common ground with him + getting excited when Kai finally accepts his help and listens to him. (Also not actually a "moment" but Jay dumping Kai's cafeteria lunch into the garbage while telling him not to eat that always makes me giggle)

B1Ch5: Jay texting Zane with worry when Kai skips on class (for the first and certainly not the last time lmao)

B1Ch7: Jay being the most regretful about having to lie to Kai + being the first to try to make him feel included

B1Ch9: Jay is the one the help Kai back up from the ice-crossing incident (despite being pissed at him lmao) and Kai's finally the one to check in on Jay instead

B1Ch10: First Plasma Heart-to-Heart + FIRST PLASMA HUG

They both look back to find Zane still perfectly motionless in his meditation corner, while Cole has moved back outside to brush up on his moves in the rain. Jay smiles sadly, balling up his fists in his scarf. "Those two have been great to me, but it's not hard to tell that I'm still not at their level. It feels like I'm always playing catch up, or being a third wheel, or just getting left behind…and when you joined, I thought things might finally be different." Kai squints. "How?" "Well, for starters, I wouldn't be the only one playing catch-up anymore, and I thought I could help you learn the ropes." Jay rocks on his heels. "And, if nothing else, I thought...I just ...wanted to be your friend. And maybe be close like Cole and Zane are."

^ The above takes on extra meaning in the future once we learn that a) Cole has a crush on Zane, b) Jay is fully aware of this, and c) Jay HAD a crush on Kai in the past. Jay doesn't push this in the romantic sense, however, though it does help contextualize why he values his friendship with Kai so highly

B1Ch10 cont: The entire hoverboard race team up, Kai calling out worriedly when Tawhiri catches Jay off guard, Kai teasing Jay for being poetic and making him blush snksnk

B1Ch11: Jay talking Kai into dancing around the campfire (this one's semi-canon heyo)

B1Ch13: There's a couple teeny moments but nothing significant, especially because Nya's back in the picture

B1Ch14: Again, not really a "moment" but Jay freaking out about Kai after he gets his face injury makes me feel things ;w;

A Little More Than Sixteen Candles: Jay is the first to wake up Kai on his birthday (he certainly likes to be first for these things doesn't he) + Jay being horrendously embarrassed at his "accidentally" borderline romantic and terrible poem

B2Ch1: Nothing necessarily romantic, but they do have lot of interaction this one

This dissolves into a whole different argument, one that only two people who've gone to school together for years can have. Kai briefly and mentally compares them [Cole and Zane] to an old married couple just as Nya and Jay stumble through the door as one, making eyes at each other while carrying in armfuls of techie junk. Kai stares into the distance and realizes that this may be a very long school year, potential ninja destiny be damned.

^The first of many times where Kai is exasperated at the formation of the "couples" around him (your time will come, Kai. Alas, not with Jay)

B2Ch5: Kai being concerned about accidentally hurting Jay in their mock fight

B2Ch7: Jay attempting to stay glued to Kai's side + immediately being jealous/petty at Kai for ditching him for Chad (especially when knowing The History)

B2Ch8: Jay still being upset and petty about being ditched + Kai coming to the horrid realization that he'd bullied Jay in the past (and caused his eyebrow notch)

B2Ch10/11: Jay and Kai fighting + going on to resolve that fight+ 2nd PLASMA HUG

B2Ch14: No necessarily a "moment" but Kai saving Mr. Cuddlywomp for Jay ;w;)/

B2Ch15/16: Finally, some real shit! Jay's parents implying Jay had a "crush on a boy" in the past (and him getting extra flustered when Kai becomes determined to figure out who -> implication is that Jay's crush was Kai) (Also Jay canonically flirtatiously winks at Kai this ep and for WHY JGFDHGFDS (but also also that's just something Jay does to Kai often too hnng—))

"...then that means the last two tombs are in the Western and Southern Provinces!" Jay exclaims. He slides over to Nya with adoration in his eyes. "Aaaaah, you are so smart~" Nya smirks. "Was there ever any doubt?" "Show off," Kai grunts. Nya pointedly ignores him.

Not necessarily a "moment", but could be read as Kai being jealous

B2Ch21: The Plasma chapter/episode, in my heart. Jay getting worked up at "Kai's offscreen girlfriend" (Meghan) + Kai getting real close to deducing Jay's old crush

Kai tilts his head back, laughing. "I probably don't even know who they are anyway!" "…I…think you know them better than anyone," Jay says under a whisper, trembling now. A little louder, he says, "Nor does it make it any less embarrassing…"

Kai you dumbass

B2Ch21cont: Kai calling for Jay/begging him for help after getting venom'ed + Kai whining when separated from Jay + Jay's awesome dramatic rescue that no one else saw rip (and oh my god i forgot about his pun onslaught lmfao) + Kai coming in clutch last second + Kai again refusing to be separated from Jay and Jay just rolls with it + the mere fact that Jay can carry Kai + Kai praising Jay (but Zane and Cole thinking he's just delusional on venom lmao)

^ This is kind of the point where Kai's viewpoint on Jay officially starts to shift. A little bit. Or a lotta bit. But he shoves it down

B2Ch24: Canonically Jay helps out a still-recovering Kai during the subway mission (again with a WINK–maybe it's not actually romantic, maybe it's a thing Jay just does, but why is it always Kai–?!)

B2Ch25: Jay being the first (again?!) to finally welcome Kai to their lunch table, making a spot for him next to Jay and everything + teasingly pokes his cheeks

2Ch32: Hoo boy—Kai going the extra mile for Jay's birthday present and being embarrassed about it + HE MADE JAY'S PINS (including the bisexual one, happy pride month) + Kai being so stunned and happy over Jay's reaction to the gift (to the point of blushingggg babyyy).........but then has to swallow his pride when Jay literally asks for his blessing to date his sister, just when he's starting to catch budding feelings (but there's also another heart-to-heart, and only a half-hug this time ;w;)

"…good luck," Kai says. Jay plows into his side with a grateful hug, then books it out of the warehouse, with much more pep in his step. Kai smiles to himself, endeared by Jay's quirky self…and watches him skip out of the door, now far out of his reach.

^I know it's pretty blink and miss it, but I'm still distressed this one went undetected T-T)9

B2Ch33: Kai literally checks out Jay when he's all dressed up for his date and it breaks his brain for a sec + tries to stay neutral about the whole date thing like a good brother/friend

Kai, upon being properly acknowledged, looks up from his accounting homework spread across the table. He makes the mistake of landing Jay smack in the middle of his sights. He's so used to Jay looking all scruffy and disheveled that him being all, like, sharp and crisp…is new. "…uh, wait, what…was the question…?" Kai asks, rubbing his eyes. Jay huffs as Cole cackles behind him. "He managed to finally ask Nya out! And we're hoping all goes well, right?" "…oh, yeah. Right." Kai waves it off, returning back to his homework. "I already talked to Jay about it." He continues writing, pointing at Jay without even looking up. "Don't keep her out too late, okay? It’s still a school night." Jay snorts, rolling his eyes. "Since when do you care about school nights?!" "Since this is Nya we're talking about! She's already started absorbing your habit of staying up late working on inventions and schematics. The last thing we need is a little twilight rendezvous added to the list." Jay flushes red and buries his face under his scarf as Cole breaks down into quaking laughter. Zane asks about this supposed rendezvous and where they're meeting up. Kai pouts and throws himself back into his work.

^ Anyway-

B2Ch33cont: Kai pestering Jay about his date with Nya until Zane steps in + Kai watching them pass notes in social studies class + Kai prepared to beat down Chad for what he did to Jay on his birthday

B2Ch34: Kai getting mad about having to "work" while Jay runs off on a date with Nya + gets over it when Jay begs him otherwise jhgfdgfd + Kai yelling in shock at seeing Jay's TP + Being so worried about him that Kai makes Cole throw him so he can catch Jay as he falls + Kai holding him as he comes to (and then getting jealous at his ability to fly/teleport and Jay teasing him for it) + Kai later ruffling his hair

“Nya!!! There you are!” Jay chirps, floating up to kiss her cheek. "…what was that for?" Nya asks, amused. “I missed you this morning, that's all!” Jay chimes. "…so, good morning!" Nya giggles. “Good morning.” “…Uggggggh,” moans Kai, grimacing at them both. “Is it always going to be like this from now on?!” “Gripe all you’d like, Kai!” Jay drapes an arm around Nya. “After all, I received some sage brotherly wisdom just the other day about not listening to what other people think!” Kai huffs, glaring at the wall. “…I see I am about to regret my decisions.”

^Kai quite literally regretting his life's choices (not just about the PDA heyo)

B2Ch35cont: Kai being worried about Jay setting off an Outburst + Kai's reaction to Sunni + the fight with Chad (even though it was moreso about Nya, Kai twists it back into relating to Jay) + Kai being the last thing on Jay's mind before he goes into his Outburst + Kai being absolutely emotionally compromised in the principal's office + Kai putting his arm around Jay after Jay's last speech to Chad

B2Ch37: Not necessarily a "moment", but Kai encouraging Jay to join the talent show under his own merit + bringing up the team-up race back at the Floating Ruins

B2Ch39: Not necessarily "moments", but Kai and Jay have a lot of similar reactions to many of the events in this chapter

B2Ch42: Jay once again being the first to call out the fact that something's wrong with Kai + Kai blushing when Jay calls him out for the "smoke break"

B2Ch43: Not necessarily a "moment", but Jay's the one to hold Kai after his, uh...little swimming adventure

B2Ch44: Canonically Jay telling Kai that the Fang Blade isn't worth Kai losing his life for (not necessarily romantic either, but I just like the fact that it's Jay who says it to him–) + Jay AGAIN being the first to spot Kai upon his return from the volcano

The others all stand off to the side, gawking as Nya tears a path right for the Fang Blades all by herself. "Wow," Cole says, gaping at the carnage. He discreetly nudges Jay. "Th-That's your girlfriend, bro." "Yeah, I know…!" Jay swoons, swaying back and forth. "How lucky am I…?!" "Aaaanyway," Kai coughs, tugging them along. "C'mon, let's get the Fang Blades and leave!"

^Kai is NOT impressed lmao

B2Ch47: Jay having to quickly and efficiently calm down Kai after Wu's departure + another Plasma hug at long last

B2Ch48: Not necessarily a "moment", but Kai canonically calls Jay a genius and I appreciate him making that fact known and understood <3 (even if it's originally implied as more of a joke)

B3Ch2: Once again, being Kai is suffering

Sleepily, Jay scoots himself back to make room. Nya cuddles herself against his chest as he wraps them up like a burrito. They’re both already half asleep when Kai creeps in from over the couch’s side, clearing his throat in their direction. “Heeeeey, don’t get too cozy now.” Nya’s eyes shoot back open with an unimpressed glare. "Kai, please, we're not even doing anything! We're just snuggling!" "Hmph. And snuggling leads to cuddling and cuddling leads to canoodling!" "Nooooo, we're just being efficient with the limited sleep space," Jay responds without even flinching. In fact, he pulls Nya closer. Kai’s eye twitches at the audacity . "It's the right thing to do in these dire circumstances.” "…tch, fine .” Kai rolls his eyes. "But I’m still keeping an eye on you two." "Whatever, Kai," Nya mutters, falling back asleep as Jay lets out a snore. Kai’s gaze lingers a moment longer, before releasing a sigh and sliding a pillow carefully under Jay’s head.

^Note that he puts the pillow under Jay's head

(It is indeed a combination at Kai being exasperated at their PDA + the continued forced denial of his feelings—this gets explored later in parallel with someone else having emotional issues *cough* Jesse *cough*)

Kai’s the first to hop out of the train, scooping the now spent Jay into his arms. “...you idiot, ” Kai huffs, even though he’s pretty sure Jay can’t hear him. “...he should’ve never taken that night shift, especially while exhausted…!”

And I suuuure wonder what Kai's plans are for the upcoming dance when anyone he'd want to go with is already taken—or just doesn't want to go with him rip

I also wonder what Kai will do should he discover just who that ex-crush of Jay's was..........

Like I said, a lot of squinting for this given that it's not a main story focus at all nor all that impactful on the plot until S3, and definitely not on track to be "canon", mmmbut. I love them severely. Platonic, romantic, or otherwise, they have such a good dynamic foundation!!! I wanna dissect them *-*)9

#if aftershock is the hand-holdy ship then plasma is the huggy ship #kai smith #jay walker #plasmashipping #legacyverse #long post #info tag #book 1 #book 2 #book 3 #ninjago

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opposums-love-arson · 8 months

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Scream Queen Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

Chapter 2

Chapter 1 / Chapter 3

Stu Macher x Reader x Billy Loomis

The last class of the day rolled around, for the most part it was bland until- “(y/n),” The teacher called out my name, waving a slip of paper in his hand. “Head office would like to see you.” I could hear students murmur and gossip about how it was my turn to be interrogated. Stu and Billy, they sat on either side of me, gave me both sympathetic but entertained stares like they were waiting for something. God, this whole thing was just so weird! I felt like there were eyes on me the entire time I was walking to the office, I felt queasy and uncomfortable just thinking about Casey’s body. How it must’ve just hung there, swinging with her intestines on display for her parents to come out to...it's so gross! It’s so frightening.

“You wanted to see me?” I asked as I walked in, a little weirded out by the whole ordeal.

Standing by the door was Dewey and Sheriff Burke sat next to him while Principal Himdry stood at his desk.

“Yes, Ms. (l/n) please come and sit.” The principal said, I did just that.

“We just got done talking to your sister,” Dewey said, looking up from his notepad.

“Good to know,” I nodded, not really knowing what to say right now.

They asked me simple questions like “How are you?”, “Where were you last night?”, “How are your parents?”, even “Were you close to Casey Becker?” Of course I told them the truth, I had no reason to lie. I just wanted to get back to class but on my way back the bell for the end of school rang. So instead I went to the fountain where everyone usually meets. Over the loudspeaker Principal Himbry’s voice could be heard trying to rush kids home, it definitely wasn’t working. Everyone was already here so I just flopped down on the concrete ground in front of Tatum and her boyfriend.

“What questions did they ask you, Sid?” Tatum looked over to the girl in question as she braided strands of my hair with Stu.

“Well, they asked me if I knew Casey.” She responded as she sat between her boyfriend’s legs.

“Hey they ask if you like to hunt?” Stu looked up from my hair and turned his view to the other couple.

“Yeah they did, they ask you?” Billy returned the question, as he threw something into the fountain.

“Why would they ask you if you like to hunt?” Tatum wondered, looking in between everyone.

Wasn’t it obvious though?

“Because their bodies were gutted.” Pipped up Randy, no doubt trying to scare Tatum. I nudged his leg, receiving an annoyed grunt from him in response.

That wasn’t it.

“Thank you, Randy.” Billy said even though he looked down at my face. I know who the non-sarcastic version of that thank you was for.

“They didn’t ask me if I like to hunt,” Tatum said, looking out into nothing in particular.

“That’s because we live in a sexist patriarchal society,” I mumbled as I leaned back into Tatum’s legs. Letting Stu poke little flowers into my hair.

“Wow real wise (y/n),” I could practically hear Randy roll his eyes.

“It’s cause there’s no way a girl coulda’ killed them,” Stu said as he looked between his friends and girlfriend.

“Literally, just proved my point Stu,” I groaned rolling my head over while Tatum kept playing with my hair.

“That’s so sexist, the killer could easily be female, Basic Instinct.” Tatum retorted, trying to be on my side.

Before I could correct her Randy beat me to it, “That was an ice pic, not exactly the same thing”

“There’s been loads of movies with female killers! I mean for starters Home for The Holidays or Girls Nite Out also known as The Scaremaker and-” Before I could finish I was cut off with a light kick.

“Yeah yeah, anyways Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out.” Stu said, “The fact, it takes a man to do something like that.”

“Or a man’s mentality.” Tatum said, totally mocking Stu’s words. This made me giggle a bit earning another kick from Stu.

“How do you gut someone?” Sid asked, her question obviously rhetorical and voice shaky. We all paused and looked over at her, I grabbed her hand and squeezed a bit. This time she squeezed back.

Stu obviously didn’t understand or maybe he did but didn’t care considering he said, “You take the knife.” This made Billy perk up. “And you slit em from the groin to sternum.” Stu finished.

“Hey, it’s called tact you fuckrag.” Billy said in a slightly rude and defensive tone. And here I thought he was going to stick up for my big sis.

“Hey Stu, didn’t you used to date Casey?” Sid asked, trying to make Stu as uncomfortable as she was.

This shocked Stu a little, though he was quickly back to his usual playful self.

“Yeah for like two seconds,” He scoffed out with a slight smirk.

Popping his head into the conversation Randy said, “Before she dumped you for Steve.” Oh no.

“I thought you dumped her for me?” Tatum asked a slightly confused and hurt expression forming on her face. I leaned my head on her knees all while still looking up at the couple.

“I did, he’s full of shit,” Stu said as he used his head to gesture to Randy.

“And are the police aware that you dated the victim?” Randy asked, obviously instigating something between him and Stu.

“Oh no,” I groaned out.

“What are you saying? That I killed her?” Stu asked, eyebrows knitted together, obvious offense written on his face.

“It would certainly improve your high school Q,” said Randy

Scooting up to Stu’s chest Tatum said, “Stu was with me last night, okay?”

“Yeah I was,” Stu said in an elongated tone, putting his arm around Tatum.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” I rolled my eyes as I stood up and went to go sit next to Randy. While Tatum and Randy seemed to laugh a little at this, Stu seemed kind of hurt.

I arched a brow at him as if to ask why but it was totally ignored when Randy asked, “Was that before or after he sliced and diced!?”

It was obvious that Sid was getting uncomfortable, both Billy and I could see it.

“Fuck you nut-case, where were you last night?” Tatum asked as she leaned on Stu.

“Working, thank you.” Randy chimed. I’m pretty sure those were two seperate answers.

“Oh at the video store? I thought they fired your sorry ass,” Tatum retorted

Before Randy’s stupid mouth could say anything more I spoke up, “They did. Twice.”

This earned a laugh from everyone except Sidney and Randy, I thought Sid would at least give a little giggle?

“I didn’t kill anybody.” Stu said in a quiet now calm but still a little offended tone.

“Nobody said you did,” Billy said, raising his expression at the word did. That is what I mean by shady.

“Thanks buddy!” Stu said now back to his more regular sarcastic enthusiasm.

“Besides, it takes a man to do something like that,” Randy you stupid motherfucker. He made it quite clear that he was mocking Stu. The ‘perfect’ impression.

“Yuh I’m gonna gut your ass in a second kid!” Stu exclaimed back to Randy.

“Tell me something, did you really put her liver in the mailbox? Cause I heard they found her liver in the mailbox!” Randy’s voice got more high pitched with every couple words. “Next to her spleen and her pancreas.”

“Randy, you goon-fuck, I’m trying to eat here!” Tatum said as she threw a grape at him?

At this point it was noticeable that Sidney felt like she was going to puke so she picked up her backpack and kissed Billy goodbye.

“Yeah, Randy, Tatum’s getting mad. Better liver alone.” Stu said with the shitty timed pun and both of those piss-for-brains boys started chuckling.

“Liver alone!” Stu exclaimed out loud, letting his tongue drop out like some stupid hyeana.

It was obvious Billy was ready to punch him but I quickly beat him to it. “Stop being a total jackass for once in your life Stu,” I said before jogging to catch up with my step sister.

“Ow, liver, liver- it was a joke…” I could hear Stu’s playful goofy tone get a little disappointed as I walked by Sid’s side.

“Stu can be a real ass sometimes,” I say as I lean my head on Sidney’s shoulder. “Tell me about it,” she said as we waited for the school bus. Doesn’t he know when to shut up? Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy how funny and care free he can be but only when it’s at the right times. That wasn't the right time. “Do you want to spend the night at Tatum’s tonight?” Sid asked, looking down at me the best she could. I continue looking at the street in front of us when I say, “Yeah sure, but only if you ask.” Sid just shakes her head and smiles a little before saying, “We’ve all been hanging out together for six months, how come you still can’t ask her these things?” I just shrug. “I just still feel a little nervous, like I don’t know anyone still.” That wasn’t the entire truth. The real reason was because Stu confessed to me a few nights ago and I… punched him because of it. I know stupid but I didn’t know what to do! Like yeah I really like him too but he’s Tatum’s boyfriend! Sid nudges me to look up at her and I do so. “Look, (y/n), we’re family and so are our friends. You can feel free to ask them anything, besides you looked pretty close when Stu was putting flowers in your hair,” She said with a small smirk. “Yeah and so was Tatum!” I exclaimed, receiving a ‘shut up’ down the street. “You’re never going to fess up to it,” Sid said, this time leaning her head on my shoulder. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

#scream x yn #scream 1996 #scream movie #scream franchise #ghostface x reader #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #slasher x reader

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jiro-kino · 1 year

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❝MY LITTLE DOVE ❞

KUNIKUZUSHI ( PRE-FATUI ) + READER

contains; platonic relationship, spoilers for 3.1 ( the backstory ), takes place after the first betrayal, Reader's immortal, Reader is referred to as female

QUICK SUMMARY; Witnessing the archon leave her prototype in a domain with no explanation, you (for some reason) took pity at the prototype and decided— ain't no way you're just gonna leave after that.

The puppet stared at the house infront of him, the petals from the wisteria tree beside is flew in the air— giving the place a calming presence. The woman ( who had found him abandoned in some kind of domain ) beside him glanced at him before cutting the silence with her voice,

"Until you are capable on living on your own, you'll be staying with me"

The puppet nodded, silently thanking her with a small bow. She waved it off and gestured him to follow her inside, "For starters, let's get you something to eat. You must be hungry, no?"

As expected, the puppet shook his head no.

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to try now, would it?" She asked, summoning a book with a simple finger snap and handed it to him, catching him off guard and confused.

"Go and pick whatever you want, dove. Though, go easy on the sweets if that's what you're going for"

"Uh.." The puppet wanted to decline, however- his curiosity peeked at the different dishes the book provided. He couldn't help but go through each page until he eventually stopped at—

"Chanpur��.." He muttered, reading the simple description beside the sketch drawn on the paper. He turned the book to show the woman and although his face was neutral- the shine in his eyes said otherwise.

The woman placed a finger under her chin, looking at his choice before placing her hand on her hip. "Not bad..." She whispered, smiling at the puppet and asked "What? Not into cake or something sweet?"

She almost cackled at the sight of the puppet immediately shaking his head, eyebrows slightly furrowed at her question.

"I see.. Then let's get to making, Kunimitsu" She called for him to follow yet again, but this time to the kitchen. As the puppet followed, he suddenly froze at the name, eyes slightly widening.

Was he given a name?

"Kunimitsu..?" He repeated, just to be sure.

"Yes, dove. From now on, as long as you're with me.. you'll be Kunimitsu" The woman answered, seeming to be quite proud of herself. Despite the fact it was basically just the opposite of the name Ei had given him.

Kunimitsu ( we'll be calling him Kuni ) thought about it for a moment. Letting the name repeat in his head before eventually nodding, coming to terms with it with a small smile.

"Then, what should I call you?" He asked, watching as the woman picked out the melons from the cabinets.

"Have I not introduced myself to you?" She answered with a question, an eyebrow raised. He shook his head and she mentally face palmed at herself for forgetting. Returning his small smile from earlier, she answered again "You can call me (Name), or whatever you like"

"Okay, (Name)" he tested out as he took a seat, continuing to watch. And the the woman didn't mind that, she was actually pretty relieved his curiosity isn't the kind to make him do something stupid.

MONTHS PASSED...

And the puppet had been quite helpful around the house, the woman admits. And he had been learning quite quickly too. He's now able to wander around outside on his own if he wants, and can cook his own dish ( some might need some work though but that's fine ).

(Name) couldn't help but feel proud of him. He managed to make some friends from Tatarasuna while she was buying groceries ( despite both not really needing it ). And he's quite good with kids too. Hell, the elders loved him as well.

Did she, a 'little' bit of a troublemaker, really helped this kid? She thought as she stitches the plush in her hands back together.

Her smile softens at the moment that happened earlier. Where he came to her and was saddened by the fact he ripped the plush's arm by accident while at the garden. My, he was on the verge of crying.

She chuckled as she finished the knot. Guess taking him in wasn't a bad idea after all.

"Mom, are you laughing at nothing again?" Kuni's voice broke the ice as he walked down the stairs with a sword in hand. Eyebrows furrowed as he held the weapon carefully. The woman lifted her head up from the plush after finishing, putting the needle away.

"Don't give me that look, I do it often. You should be used to it by now" (Name) answered as she handed him the plush, to which he put his sword away to hold it in his hands, feeling the newly stitched arm with his thumb.

"But isn't that a sign of insanity?" He asked, smiling a bit at the cat plush in his hands. The woman ruffled his hair with a grin,

"Dove, I can be the definition of insanity if it weren't for you" She cooed, pinching his cheek. Kuni didn't fight back, knowing she'll just pinch his other cheek if he did so and smiled.

"Now, you come back before dawn, got it? We still have to visit Mondstadt and their singing archon" The woman lets go of his cheek, fixing his attire a bit. ( Mix the wanderer's and the Balladeer's outfits and replace it with Kunikuzushi's color palette )

"Got it" He nods, grabbing his hat from the table near the door and placed the plush away in his bag.

And as he opened the door, he stopped and looked at her from over his shoulder, waving with a close eyed smile.

(Name) blinks before smiling back and waving as well,

"Stay safe"

Requests about this are open btw, I kinda ran out BAHAHAHA

#genshin impact #genshin #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi #scaramouche #scara x reader #scaramouche x reader #fluff #genshin fluff #x reader but platonic #wanderer

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silvergolddraco28 · 2 months

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LMK x Hazbin Hotel- part 11- Settling and Planning

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“AND WE’RE-“ Lucifer paused glancing at the snoozing fawn toddler clearing his throat. “And~ we’re~ back~!” He grinned. ‘Wonderful save… not! I nearly woke the baby!’

Wukong blinked again from the bright light of the teleport. “Looks like we will have to adjust this place to be cub-proof,” Wukong mumbled mostly to himself.

"Oh for sure!" Lucifer muttered in agreement, staring intently at the eyesore of a bar already thinking of what dangers a young toddler would get into just looking at all the bottles and the uneven edges. "Now that has to go for starters." The demon king pointed, which earnt a far cry from a certain albino arachnoid.

"WHAT?! NO! NO! NO! WE NEED THE BAR! I NEED THE BAR! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COPE?!" Angel cried from the sofa, attention finally setting on the group.

"By reading a book or something?" Lucifer cringed. Clearly noting this sinner's methods of salvation did not align with the hotel's morals. There was still much work to be done.

"N-Now let's....calm down Angel okay?" Charlie attempted to soothe stepping in. "Nothing's been set in stone just yet but we have a situa-"

"IS THAT A FUCKING BABY?!" Angel screamed looking past Charlie towards the fawn in Wukongs arms.

“Any more shouting and I will cast a three-hour muting spell. Do not wake the baby.” Wukong calmly intoned. “Lucifer, may I have my staff back?” Wukong asked with a slight smirk on his lips.

"Who's fucking baby is that?!" Angel continued, though his tone had noticeably reduced.

"No swearing in front of the fucking kid!" Lucifer countered, earning a pointed look from the room.

"A baby? There's a baby?! Someone gave birth?" Nifty's chipper tone seemed to come from within the floorboards.

"Angel..." Charlie stressed before the spider in question groaned, rolling his eyes as he stood.

"This is way too fu-”

“You finished that word and I will personally put a bar of soap in your mouth!” Wukong interrupted with a small glare before he placed a pair of earmuffs over the fawn’s ears.

“-fudging much. I need a drink." He grumbled with a small shiver at the very parent-like threat Wukong had promised while making his way towards the bar only to be halted in his steps by an eerily enthusiastic Husk. "Don't even try it. I need this." Angel stressed.

The king's attention went back to Wukong with a growing grin at seeing the earmuffs knowing it was probably a good call for the rest of the night until it could properly be addressed with new ground rules tuning out the hushed whispers between Angel and Husk. "Sure! Check this little baby out!" Holding up the crafted duckling, with the staff, much more miniature around its neck. "I made it travel sized! Isn't it just precious~?!" He cooed before extracting the weapon with ease. A golden light dusted the staff as Charlie watched in awe as it grew to a comfortable size now in the dapper man's grasp. "Honestly I thought you were kidding earlier but holy moly! It's pretty light actually!" Lucifer noted spinning the staff much like his own cane in his fingers.

"That's… probably because you can wield it dad…" Charlie noted recalling Wukong’s predictions on who would be able to lift the weapon.

Wukong gave a nearly predatory grin. “Looks like i got someone to help whip to shape after all!” Wukong chirped. “That goes double both of you, Charlie and Husk.” Wukong stated taking the staff out of Lucifer’s hand, shrinking it down to slip it on his left ear like an earring with a slim golden chain of energy on the two ends holding it in place from behind.

"Sounds like a lotta of manual work..." Lucifer narrowed his eyes but he wouldn’t pass up the chance to connect with his little girl on something they could both do. "I love it! Just what this hotel needs! Hard working and trained staff! Except you sweetie, lettou old man take care of any trash that would dare harm you." The demon cooed towards his offspring. "Throw in these guys too. Hell they could surely use it! Practically skin and bone. No muscle. What good will that do against an attack?" Lucifer tutted towards the of the group. "After all… We have a wittle baby to defend.- And the hotel-...of course."

"Training...?" Charlie murmured before her eyes grew wide with sparkles. "You'd train me? Eeee!!! That sounds super incredible! Does that mean I'll be able to lift the staff too?!" She questioned the celestial with excitement.

With Husk distracted by Wukong's statement, Angel used the opportunity to slip free, making a beeline towards the bar. "Training? Is that really necessary? I ain't planning on jumping into any deals if that's your worry." The feline expressed

“You’ve regained strength you’ve been unable to tap into for some time. You can easily end up breaking glass just as easily as breaking bone. Are you willing to harm someone unintentionally to keep up your pride?” Wukong asked Husk while resting the sleeping fawn on his hip, looking more like a mother dressing down their eldest son while taking care of their youngest.

"Oooo~ he's got ya there Mr. Big Dick!~" Angel crassly called downing a drink from the bar.

Husk turned with a growl, wings outstretched with building rage but in an instant he retracted. Stumbling as he did so. The simple action felt different. He could feel the sheer difference in strength. Wukong's words were clear. "...No." He sighed, correcting himself. Even he had seen enough to know that was never the case. Nor would he argue with the six foot celestial who defeated Alastor either. "It ain't worth it." The feline admitted. "I'll do the training, I guess."

The princess watched with a growing smile. The celestial seemed so motherly and especially handling a baby Alastor of all things! He was a clear natural. The sentiment was clearly shared as she gazed towards her father who bore a similar smirk at the scene. She wondered if he had felt the same at some point during their once shared lives.

“Good.” Wukong nodded. “Now seeing as Lucifer and I will be staying, Charlie, are there any connected rooms near the top? Ones that share a slightly smaller room that can be changed into a nursery? Seeing as only two of us have any experience in raising cubs it would be ideal for something like that.” Wukong asked the young woman.

Charlie gleefully paused in thought. ‘Connecting rooms… Connecting rooms…’ The princess’ eyes widened. “Oh my gosh- We do! Yes! We do!” Charlie beamed. She had always dreamed for a family of sinners to feel welcomed and touched enough to move in. Though it had never happened until now she had still designed the hotel with space and possibility for it to occur. Sure Vaggie had been a little skeptical but it paid off! It was great to think ahead like that. "Right at the top with a perfect view! Ooh I can get it ready!" She bounced on her heels with excitement.

“That would be a good idea if the room needs cleaning and to be aired out.” Wukong agreed. “For now is there just a quiet room I can put him down for a nap in?” Wukong motioned to the toddler on his hip.

"Of course! Hey Nifty?" Charlie called to which the little cyclops eagerly showed on her face fully removing herself from the floorboards.

"There were bugs down there!" She answered before anyone had even asked. "I'm on it!" She saluted already knowing what Charlie would ask of her as she made her ways towards the upper floors. She would double check later however, just to be sure.

"Now right this way," She ushered Wukong gently to one of the free rooms on the lower ground. "Not as spacious but it'll do nicely in the meantime." She assured the golden monkey.

“Good. I have to speak King-to-King with your Father after I put this little one down with one of my clones to watch over him.” Wukong stated to Charlie.

"Of course." She nodded, still coming to terms with the fact her co-worker would now need his diapers changed. "-Wait you can make clones too?! Awesome...!" She squealed before continuing in a more hushed tone. Oh she couldn't wait to start with the training! "There's a balcony on the upper floors, knowing dad he's probably marking it as his." Sighing with a small smile. "It's… never really in use but perfect for privacy." She smiled. There was so much she wanted to ask but the celestial probably needed time to digest it all as of right now. "I won't keep you but! I'd love for you to feel at home." Charlie murmured

“Charlie, any bed is fine after being forced to camp for fourteen mortal years on the ground,” Wukong replied with a chuckle.

Charlie gawped, both appalled and fascinated at the notion. "But you're our guest! Not to mention you helped calm down Alastor! It's only right that you get a proper warm welcome..." And suddenly the princess' eyes widened with an idea. How could she have not jumped immediately onto the idea of a welcome party?! She needed to find Vaggie and stat! "Rest assured Mr. King that all changes from today!" Charlie decreed with a look of determination burning in her eyes.

Wukong simply gave her a slightly raised brow before thinking nothing of it as she rushed off leaving Wukong alone to tuck the fawn into the bed allowing his magic to seep into the large bed and change it into a toddler-sized bed with raised sides carved with monkeys and peaches within the wood. He plucked a hair from his tail giving it a blow before a clone popped into existence. “Watch over him.” Wukong stated to the clone that saluted and transformed into a golden tabby cat with teal, scarlet, and peach-colored ‘tiger’ stripes. ‘Time to tell my story.’ Wukong thought.

TBC…

Until next time!

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A bit o’ background for Pallet Town in the Ta!au.

*warning: violence

Ash is no stranger to violence. Hasn’t been since the first time Pastor Mark’s oldest son spat in his face and then tried to throw a punch right after, the kid was five years old and Ash was only three, because Ash said he went to yōchien instead of Kindergarten.

Ash had flinched away in time because of the spit almost landing directly in his eye, causing the older kid's fist to go flying by and into the wall where he and his stupid friends cornered him. He couldn’t understand at the time why the kid did that as he ended up crumbling to the ground sobbing. Clutching his hand and crying about how his knuckles are bleeding, the sound of his and soon his friends panic brought the teacher who was watching over the playground over.

It was Ash’s first taste of disrespect even though he still didn’t know it at the time when the teacher took one look at the scene and blamed Ash. taking away the pastor’s son in a rush before coming back and dragging Ash by his ear hard enough her nails left small red crescent marks on Ash’s skin. It was hard for him to understand just why he was put into time out, made to stand with a book balanced on his head in the corner while the other kids pointed and laughed at him. Calling Ash all sorts of names but the one that hit him the most was crybaby. A term Gary would coin for himself to use against his childhood friend in a couple of months.

There were a lot of other examples too. Like how the farmers kids that were behind his house would shoot at him with sling shots and pebbles or some kind of functioning plastic gun when he was trying to play by himself in his own backyard. They weren’t actual bullets but little pellet ones that stung and left welts and bruises. At least Ash was safe under the careful watch of Professor Oak. Not even Gary could get to him if the man was in the same room, though he still tried. A nasty feeling had swelled up in Ash’s chest the moment he saw the Professor backhand his own grandson without hesitation when he heard Gary call Ash a bastard.

Delia-Arceus, bless his mother-tried her best. It seemed she was also an outcast by the other adults in the town. Only saved by the grace of the oldest Oak as it seemed no one in town wanted to get on his bad side. It caused Ash to curl his lips and bare his teeth, like how all the baby Charmander’s do at the lab when they don’t like something, when the adults voices go from dark and nasty to sugary sweet and nice when the Professor was nearby.

It was all Ash knew for the first ten years of his life. Rinse, recycle, repeat every week. He had his moments though. When the teacher’s weren’t looking he’d sneak off to the edge of the forest that was right by the school. Where the grass was just high enough to be considered long grass to the more adventurous pokemon and not to the people the school pays to take care of it. During those times Ash had learned to be at peace with the small moments of quietness, only for them to get interrupted by Gary and his new friends.

He couldn’t wait to leave, couldn’t wait to get his starter pokemon from Oak and leave this town. He’d find a new place where Ash and his mom wouldn’t be bullied anymore. Where the neighbors would be nice and come to Mom’s deli shop almost everyday because she’s good at what she does, even though Ash has no clue what she actually does at her deli.

It truly sucked to say that Ash was nowhere near ready for what the world had in store for him, let alone Kanto itself.

#ta!au #ash ketchum #gary oak #professor oak #pallet town #pallet town is very much hated in this au #delia ketchum

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lightfeltmemories · 6 months

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hxh theory: is feitan a p3d0phile?

tw's: mentions of l0l1c0n, paraphilia, p3d0philia, sadism and torture because its fucking feitan, cp (debatable if you consider l0l1c0n cp), mentions of problematic hxh ships such as feitan x kalluto and hisoka x gon

just a note: before you come at me with your pitchforks leaving hate in my asks and dms, i am not a fan of l0l1c0n nor am i trying to defend it, this post is a simple theory i have gathered by evidence in the manga, no one is saying that you should believe this theory, it's more of a "do with this information what you will" kind of thing.

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so, you may be reading this title and you're thinking "what the actual fuck?" and you probably believe that i pulled this straight out of the deepest parts of my ass, but what if i told you i had some plausible evidence for this theory?

so, for starters, this thought actually came to me when i was reading a post by a user on here named @/cautionworks (i'm not going to tag them here because i don't know them nor do i want to seem like a bother) who made a post relating to their favorite ships (warning as the post does contain problematic ships such as hisogon and such, not saying in particular im against the ship, im just giving out a warning to anyone who is triggered by minor x adult ships) and there was a ship listed as feitan x kalluto.

in the passage it mentions that they found out that feitan may be into l0l1, which at first thought was a bit strange but once you think about it more, the concept isn't the most absurd for someone like him.

i haven't seen anyone actually talk about feitan possibly being into l0l1c0n, much less being a p3do, probably because of the anti's in the fandom.

so, lets get on with the actual evidence!

in the yorknew city arc, after he was done torturing the owl, he is seen reading a book by an author named trevor brown, and as stated on his hunterpedia page, trevor is a controversial artist who's work involves paraphilia; atypical sexual urges.

according to trevor's wikipedia page, "His work explores paraphilias, such as lolicon, ero guro, BDSM, and other fetish themes. Innocence, violence, misogyny, and Japanese popular culture all collide in Brown's art."

there is also a reddit post relating to this topic as well, and according to said post the topic was popular on tik tok at a certain period in time (not very important but i thought it was kind of interesting since im a tik tok user and content creator kind of)

so, does this make feitan a p3d0phile? i can see why people would think so, and i can also see why people wouldn't.

why i would is simple; trevor brown's art speaks for itself, the usage of fictional little girls in... lets just say, VERY interesting situations would make one assume off rip that feitan may be a p3d0phile, or at least a l0l1con, not to mention, togashi isn't afraid of making a character like this especially since we have hisoka (not saying hisoka is a p3d0, but many do, and im just trying to prove a point and give an example as to why the concept of feitan being a p3d0 isn't something completely out of the ordinary, hxh does get pretty dark after all).

why i wouldn't: i've seen some arguments that feitan may not hold the same views as trevor despite him doing some questionable things, similar to how people may like a certain character or even person in real life but not agree with everything they say or do, not to mention he doesn't seem to act weird or overly charming with kids like hisoka, he certainly isn't afraid to hurt or torture one (gon) but theres no actual implications outside of him reading this book by a controversial artist that he is sexually attracted to them.

but in my personal opinion, unless specified by togashi himself, or given any more details about how he feels about such things i wouldn't go as far as to call feitan a p3d0 just because he's seen reading a book by someone known to create l0l1 art, hell, he might be reading a book that doesn't include anything relating to p3d0philia, since the cover art isn't explicitly shown.

#feitan #feitan portor #hxh theories #hxh analysis #hxh #hunter x hunter #tw pedophila mention

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goodnightmemes · 9 months

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EVIL DEAD RISE (2023) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ You looked like you were gonna shit a brick out sideways. ❜

❛ It wouldn't have been a clean decapitation with these blades. You'd just scramble your face up real good. ❜

❛ I gave her Klonopin so she can sleep off whatever the fuck is wrong with her. ❜

❛ Who's the brainless meat puppet now? ❜

❛ We're watching all the Freddy movies in a row. Even the shitty ones. So, you, um, wanna come over and… ❜

❛ You look like mom. ❜

❛ You know, the downstairs buzzer is totally busted. I was able to walk in right off the street. ❜

❛ Ghosts aren't real. ❜

❛ I only believe what I can see. ❜

❛ Hey, be nice or you don't get a gift. ❜

❛ Why didn't you tell me? I would've jumped right on a plane to help you work through this. ❜

❛ I called you. Twice. ❜

❛ I don't blame you. I hate the sound of my voice too. ❜

❛ I screwed up again, like I always do. And I need you to help me figure it out. Again. ❜

❛ I think I peed my pants. ❜

❛ You never take the elevator after a quake. ❜

❛ Oh, honey. I love you guys so much more than pizza. ❜

❛ You think it might be worth something? ❜

❛ I don't think Mom wants cash from something you stole. ❜

❛ Weird shit like this gets locked away for a reason. Just leave it. ❜

❛ I don't like this. You need to put it back right now. ❜

❛ I would like to present what I believe to be one of the three fabled volumes of Naturum Demento, The Book of the Dead. ❜

❛ Destroy it! It's called The Book of the Dead for a reason! ❜

❛ Its pages contain ancient rituals and incantations, the recitation of which proclaim to allow contact with supernatural forces that exist beyond the thin veneer of our known world. ❜

❛ It's okay. It's just a blackout. ❜

❛ It was a perfect day and all I could think about was how much I wanted to cut you all open and climb inside your bodies so that we could stay one happy family. ❜

❛ It's in me. ❜

❛ Don't let it take my babies. ❜

❛ One minute she was fine and the next she was talking crazy and...and now she's gone. ❜

❛ May I pray? ❜

❛ There's an old fire-escape ladder on the north side of the building. I could try to get down that, raise the alarm, get some help in here.❜

❛ You got the tools? We could just cut right through the door. ❜

❛ You ain't gettin' through those old doors without something heavy-duty. ❜

❛ I'm gonna get my gun, and we're gonna blast it open. ❜

❛ I don't like being trapped. ❜

❛ Everyone is on edge enough without a gun getting fired in here. ❜

❛ I don't know what to do. You're the one who always has the answers. ❜

❛ No matter how busy you ever got, you always found time for me. For everyone. ❜

❛ You have to help me. You have to. I'm burning. I'm burning alive! ❜

❛ Mommy's with the maggots now. ❜

❛ What's happening to me? ❜

❛ I'm free now. Free from all you titty-sucking parasites. ❜

❛ Let me kiss it better. ❜

❛ Who wants to rot next? ❜

❛ Get away from the door. ❜

❛ Please, we need help! Let me in! ❜

❛ You never should've stolen it. ❜

❛ This isn't my fault. ❜

❛This is your fault! ❜

❛ You don't turn on each other. Ever. ❜

❛ [name]'s right. This is all my fault. ❜

❛ Oh, there you are. Hey there, cutie-pie. ❜

❛ Open up and let us in. We can be a big, happy family again. ❜

❛ You don't look so good. ❜

❛ Nothing a big old hug and kiss from you won't fix. ❜

❛ Open the door like you open your legs, you stinking groupie slut! ❜

❛ What are you looking at, hon? ❜

❛ I gotta kill the creepy-crawlies that I got inside my tummy. ❜

❛ Is this a nightmare? ❜

❛ Is what happened to [name] gonna happen to us? ❜

❛ You'd be a good mom/dad someday. You know how to lie to kids. ❜

❛ I thought I should tie her up. Just in case. ❜

❛ Yeah, well, maybe there's words on there that can help stop all of this. ❜

❛ My want to understand and commune with the other side could not have been more misguided. ❜

❛ This evil is not governed by the rules of man. No, it takes its pleasure in creating terror through total chaos. ❜

❛ [name]'s kitty hides up there sometimes. ❜

❛ Told you, you should've put the book back. ❜

❛ I can hear them outside the doors now, begging for me. It is only a matter of time before I am taken too. ❜

❛ Nothing can stop this demonic force. Even its final remnants will come after you. ❜

❛ You must run. All you can do is run! ❜

❛ This horror will not stop until innocence is destroyed. ❜

❛ I will swallow your soul. ❜

❛ [name] waits in hell for you and your unborn bastard baby. ❜

❛ Are you gonna be a mom? ❜

❛ I'm getting us out of here. ❜

❛ You have no idea what it's like to bring a child into this world. ❜

❛ Everybody here dies by dawn. Dead by dawn! ❜

❛ Am I dead? ❜

❛ Come get some. ❜

❛ You know, you really do look like Mom. And you're gonna fail miserably just like her. ❜

#rp meme #sentence starter meme #sentence meme #rp sentence meme #roleplay prompts #roleplay meme #horror rp meme #inbox memes #*mine #*movie

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finalmemes · 1 year

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THE EVIL DEAD. roleplay sentence starters of the 1981 film. feel free to edit according to scenario / pronouns. tw: violence, language, horror, blood, possession.

hey, [ name ], where are we?

what the hell was that?

are you trying to kill us?

damn thing jerked right out of my hands.

well, you better take it back because the damn thing don't work.

what's this place like, anyway?

why are we getting it so cheap?

you mean nobody's seen this place yet?

well, it might not be that bad.

actually, it might be kind of nice.

i think this is where we get off.

the whole thing's falling apart on us!

don’t let the noise fool you girls, this thing is solid as a rock.

will you stop it?

i would very much like to make a toast for all this evening.

what is this?

whatever it is, it's still down there.

i don’t like cellars. let’s just close it up.

it’s probably just some animal.

that is the stupidest thing i ever heard of. jesus christ.

there's something down there.

i'm not going down there!

okay, you cowards. i'll go.

hey, [ name ]! you find anything?

he's just kidding around ... isn't he?

[ name ], get me a flashlight.

hey, come here, i wanna show you something.

look at all this stuff.

this kind of looks like your old girlfriend.

c'mon, let's take this stuff upstairs.

this is the tape i found downstairs.

the book is bound in human flesh and inked in human blood. it deals with demons and demon resurrection and those forces which roam the forest and dark bowers of man’s domain.

hey! what did you do that for? it was just getting good!

i just don't want to hear it anymore, that's all.

[ name ], c'mon. leave her alone, man.

shut it off! shut it off! shut it off!

where are you going?

i can't believe this.

[ name ], you knew not to play that.

you just don’t know when you’re taking something too far.

she acts like she’s three years old or something.

why don’t we stay up for a while and listen to the storm?

let me check on [ name ] first to see if she's okay.

[ name ], how sweet of you. would you put it on?

i was going to give it to you before we came up here, but things got so hectic, this is really the first chance we’ve had to be alone.

it’s beautiful. i really love it. i’ll never take it off.

join us!

is anybody out there?

i know someone's out there. i heard you. i heard you in the cellar.

what the hell happened to you? what’s the matter with you?

did something in the woods do this to you?

it was the woods themselves! they're alive, [ name ]!

the trees! they're alive!

why don’t i take her in the back room so she can lie down?

i’m not lying down! i want to get out of here. i want to leave this place right now.

[ name ], there's nothing out there.

trees do not attack people.

will you drive me into town or not?

look, sure, sure, i’ll take you into town, but just listen to what you’re saying.

i don’t care how it sounds. i wanna get out of this place right now.

it's not gonna let us leave.

why are you stopping?

do you see something? where're you going?

why won't you listen to me?

i have seen the dark shadows moving in the woods.

i have no doubt that whatever i have resurrected through this book is sure to come calling… for me.

i guessed the card right!

i don’t know, but i think it’s really some sort of extra sense or something, you know, like esp.

why have you disturbed our sleep? awakened us from our ancient slumber?

one by one we will take you.

what happened to her?

did you see her eyes?

i think we ought to get out of here.

we still have a few more hours before morning.

why does she keep making those horrible noises?

everything's going to be all right.

you have pretty skin. give it to us.

what are we going to do?

we're going to bury her.

we don’t even know if there is anyway back besides the bridge.

[ name ] cannot walk with her leg like that. she can’t even stand up.

what? are you crazy?

we're all going to die here!

you're not going to leave me here, are you, [ name ]?

kill her if you can, loverboy.

unlock this chain and let me out.

you bastards! why are you torturing me like this?

we're going to get you.

not another peep. time to go to sleep.

in time it will come for him and then it will come for you!

now, the sun will be up in an hour or so and we can all get out of here together.

hit her! hit it!

#horror sentence starters #rp sentence starters #rp memes #writing prompts #horror prompts #the evil dead sentence starters #film sentence starters

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strawbs-screaming · 10 months

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☆ WVBA On A Snow Day ☆

hehe this is so jolly (i am writing this in the middle of august and it doesnt snow where i live)

Glass Joe

- layers and layers of thick & warm clothing, walking around with 5 layers of scarves, coats & sweaters, might as well wear the entire closet

- tried to make a snowman, it got knocked over insantly

- freezing, he is really shivering his timbers over here

- had some hot cocoa

- went iceskating, slaying it

- did some snow angels with Mr Sandman

- he doesnt tolerate the cold well but still having fun

Von Kaiser

- 2 layers of comfy & cozy clothing, the cold isnt getting to him today nuh uh

- so whimsy, so jolly, he is so thriving

- making snowmen with disco kid, ended up making a snowfamily for the snowmen and a snowdog and made them pay snowtaxes and busted their snowcaps if they didnt pay up

- worst iceskater ever but still having fun

- sitting next to a fireplace & reading a book, he looks like hes gonna tell you a bedtime story

- eating snow yum yum exquisite delicious delectable tasty

Disco Kid

- didnt wear enough layers, out here shivering like a kitten in a wet cardboard box out in the street

- made sure the snowmen paid their snowtaxes

- hes the reason why they call it iceskATEing, smoother than the ice hes skating on

- drinking iced coffee no matter the weather, -20 degrees celsius? At least his ice will last longer

- made a igloo, nobody except kaiser is invited

- fell asleep next to a fireplace like a street cat saved from the cold

King Hippo

- not going outside, ever, he doesnt handle the cold well, it isnt just a "my timbers are shivering i need a extra layer" its more of a "hypothermia is just behind the corner and i dont feel like dying"

- do not expect him to step outside, not even a foot

- drinking soup & sleeping half of the day

- Literally hibernating

- so many blankets & pillows, taking the longest nap of the world ever

Piston Hondo

- also needs a whole lot of layers, out here looking like a head of lettuce

- making really cool snow sculptures, so proud of them

- enjoying hot cocoa, wrapped up in a blanket

- snowball fight starter, he simply let the thoughts win

- keeps tripping while iceskating, has to hold on to bear hugger for dear life because he doesnt wanna faceplant into the floor

- joining kaisers snow eating, he just sat next to him & started eating snow as well

Don Flamenco

- forgot to layer up & regrets not wearing a extra coat, bull had to lend him one because he looked like he was on the verge of death

- making snow angels, keeps getting snow thrown at his face as he lays down

- put his forehead wig thing on a snowman

- sad because he forgot to take his plants inside & they died :(

- killing it while iceskating, out here spinning like a beyblade

- keeps falling asleep at weird places because cold weather + curling up in a ball really honks his shoos, ends up being carried to somewhere warm & not so inconvenient, everyones just playing a big game of "where has this bitch fallen asleep again?"

- laying down on the snow, hes just peaceful right now

Bear Hugger

- layered up decently

- he was literally born for this kind of weather

- rolled a snowball down a hill & accidentally made a small avalanche

- cold weather makes him really sleepy, unlike don flamenco he knows how to not fall in inconvenient places

- stiff as a statue while iceskating, one wrong move and hes on the floor along with hondo

- on a rocking chair next to a fireplace, christmas movie intro style

- feels kind of lonely since his fellow bears he likes to hug are hibernating (the animal ones not the gay ones smh, if i meant it like that he would be hibernating too)

- made a small scarf for his squirrel friend : )

Aran Ryan

- atrocious winter clothes, someone call the fashion police

- trips every 5 seconds while iceskating, his face is so bruised its unreal

- chucking snowballs and running away from people

- joined Sandman roll down a hill for fun, nobody spoke, nobody showed any emotions, but it was truly one of the memories of all time

- cold weather makes him energetic so hes a pain in the ass to deal with even more now

Soda Popinski

- wearing shorts & a tshirt, really good at tolerating the cold, soda popinski doesnt get hypothermia, hypothermia gets soda popinski

- also eating snow with kaiser & hondo

- tried to iceskate & chipped a tooth

- used as a human shield during the snow ball fight

- he showers in ice cold water on the daily so this doesnt inconvenience him at all

Bald Bull

- brought a extra coat because he knew don would forget to layer up & wouldnt listen to him if he reminded him

- in awe of soda popinski not being affected at all

- making huge snowballs and chucking it at aran ryan

- cold weather gets him angry & stressed a whole lot (same with any extreme weather condition) so tread carefully or this snow is gonna look like the flag of japan

- staying inside, mostly coming out when hes bored

- drinking tea & reading most of the time

- Just spinning while iceskating, cant seem to stop

Great Tiger

- has to also wear his entire closet, ends up getting sick anyway

- Just sadly staring out of the window

- making his clones play in the snow because just because he cant go doesnt mean they cant go

- drinking tea, hes so peaceful rn dont bother him

Super Macho Man

- not dressed up at all, got sick

- really pissed off he cant go out

- bitterly sitting in bed with a fever

- he is so gonna sob until hes no longer ill

Mr Sandman

- only person to tiptoe on that line between "you look like a pillow" And "you might as well go out naked" in terms of winter clothes

- Just making deformed snowmen

- suprisingly didnt fall on his face while iceskating

- he makes some killer hot chocolate

- tried to eat snow & got brainfreeze

- rolling down a hill for fun & climbing back up to do it again, with the most serious expression ever

#punch out #headcanon #punch out wii #don flamenco #bald bull #piston hondo #glass joe #punch out headcanons #aran ryan #great tiger #von kaiser #disco kid #bear hugger #soda popinski #super macho man

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rp-agrosehamada · 11 months

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A Slow Day at the Lucky Cat Cafe (Open RP Starter)

Overall it’s been a fairly quiet day at the Lucky Cat Cafe. Papa and Uncle Hiro both thought that all of their kids (Rose, Danny, and their cousins Hope and Dev) should spend time helping out at the cafe their Grandma Cass runs, both to help grandma and because they said it had been a formative experience for them growing up doing the same thing. Rose doesn’t mind to much--sometimes she gets a little nervous around the customers, but most of them are really nice, and Grandma Cass always lets her have leftover pastries. And on quiet days like today she’s allowed to read or work on sewing projects at the counter if there aren’t guests around. It’s actually been really slow today--no one’s come in for at least an hour--so Rose is enjoying reading the latest volume of her favorite manga, My Dress Up Darling. She’s just starting to wonder if anyone else is going to come in today when she hears the bells over the door chime, signaling that they finally have a new customer. Quickly she stows her book on the empty shelf under the register before calling out, “Hello, welcome to the Lucky Cat Cafe!”

#big hero 6 rp #big hero 6 oc #fredashi

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ziebigbootayjoel · 8 months

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BABYSITTERXJOEL FANFIC CHAPTER ONE

Posted on AO3 under Lilies_Daisies88 it's name is babysitterxjoel

Anna checked the time, frowning when she saw it was nearly midnight.

He should’ve been home by now.

She knew she couldn’t leave Sarah alone, she was only five, but she needed to leave soon before the storm got any worse.

Letting out a heavy sigh, she leaned back into the couch, listening as the ticking clock mixed with the rain hitting the roof, scarce rumbles of thunder becoming more frequent.

She didn’t mind staying late to help out, she’d just been so frustrated lately and wanted to be in her own bed, with her own books, not worrying about driving home in a storm when her tires were for shit and her wipers had broken.

Fifteen minutes passed before she heard the familiar sounds of his boots on the porch, the lock clicking before the door slammed and he came into the dimly lit living room.

Replace the lights tomorrow. Even with the dim lights, she could see his wet shirt clinging to his body as he wiped a hand through his hair to flick off the water.

“Shit,” he groaned, looking at her, “‘m sorry Anna, got caught up at work. Should’ve called. Thanks for staying.”

Joel sat on the couch, kicking his boots off before leaning into the couch with a groan, covering his eyes with his arm.

“I’ll get some extra cash for you tomorrow,” he mumbled, using Sarah's stuffed fox as a pillow.

Anna withheld a laugh at the sight of him. She frequently used them while she was playing on the floor with Sarah, or while Sarah napped and Anna laid on the couch, though she’d never admit that to Joel.

Anna waved a dismissive hand that Joel couldn’t see, “it’s no worries. I have to wait out the storm. I’ll set the alarm before I leave so you can get some sleep.” He shook his head, sitting back up, “I’ll get changed and wait up with you. Need some company that isn’t fuckin’ dumb.”

As Joel got up to change, Anna went to the kitchen to heat up his dinner and get him water, setting it on the coffee table.

When he sat down, he raised a brow, looking at Anna.

“Sarah made your plate,” she gestured to the absurd amount of mac-n-cheese on his plate, “and I know you wouldn’t’ve eaten if I hadn’t made it for you.”

Joel rolled his eyes, taking a bite of the chicken, “for starters, I do eat, and secondly, I thought you were supposed to be Sarah’s babysitter.”

She plopped herself on the couch adjacent to him, shrugging, “can’t babysit a kid whose dad doesn’t eat enough. So work was stressful?”

He nodded, finishing his chicken before pushing the plate away. He felt bad wasting food, but he couldn’t eat anymore without feeling like he was going to puke.

He pushed the plate towards Anna, “eat.”

“I already ate.”

“Can’t have a babysitter who doesn’t eat enough,” he mocked.

Anna rolled her eyes, grabbing the plate, “don’t you know that’s how I keep such a great physique,” she asked, shoving a forkful of mac-n-cheese in her mouth.

“Yeah, work sucked. Tommy got into another argument with Hank, and I had to save his ass from losing the job, again.”

Anna hummed, listening to him vent as he went into the kitchen, coming back with two beers.

“You’re probably going to have to crash on the couch,” he said, holding it out, “I noticed your tires are bad.”

She nodded, thanking him for the beer before taking it, taking a swig.

She’d only shared a beer with him once, and it’s led to one too many stupid jokes and comments.

She took a moment to look over his body. He was an attractive man, in good shape due to his job and working out, and his face was definitely a bonus.

He cleared his throat, quirking a brow.

“Somethin’ on your mind darlin’?”

Anna’s face flushed a light pink and she shook her head, “nope, nothing. Sarah was an angel, as always. Wants to go to the park tomorrow, if that’s okay with you?”

She knew he wouldn’t care, but she never took her out of the house without giving him a heads up. If it was her kid, she’d only hope someone had the decency to tell her where her kid was at all times.

“Don’t let her bring home any more rocks, got too many and not enough spots for them.”

She laughed, taking another swig of the beer before giving him a mock salute.

They fell into a comfortable silence, listening to the rain and thunder.

Anna scrolled on her phone for a minute, drinking more of the beer before setting it down on the coffee table, setting her phone down too.

“I’ll go grab you something to change into. There’s clean towels and you know where the bathroom is if you need a shower.”

Anna nodded, following him upstairs as he grabbed a shirt for her. She was thankful she’d left a pair of shorts there from when Sarah sprayed her with the hose and covered her in mud.

When she got in the shower, she let out a relaxed sigh, letting the hot water run down her back before she searched the shelves for shampoo. All he had for shampoo was Sarah’s 3-in-1 watermelon shampoo, or Joel’s dove.

She grimaced at the watermelon shampoo, grabbing Joel’s shampoo instead before she washed her body.

She put on the shirt Joel had given her, looking down at it.

It was Sarah’s favorite shirt to steal from him, the smell of his leather jacket and cologne filling her nostrils as she shook her hair out, putting the towel in the hamper and her folding her clothes on the counter.

When she came down, Joel had made a bed on the couch for her, setting the remote on the pillow.

“Thanks,” she said, sitting down.

Joel’s eyes looked over her body and he tried to push down the lust clouding his mind at the sight of her in his shirt, coming down to her thighs and hiding the shorts she’d put on.

Joel nodded, turning his focus towards the TV to shake the thoughts from his mind as Anna got up, looking through the movies.

“Anything good to watch that isn’t Dora or Cinderella?”

“Cars.”

“Not Cars either.”

She let out a laugh, her head falling forward as she tried to contain herself.

“What?”

“Fifty Shades of Grey is what,” she laughed, holding the movie up, “Joel Miller, that is the worst movie to exist.”

“Yeah, well, Tommy thinks he’s funny puttin’ that there,” Joel mumbled, grabbing the movie from her hand, “he bought it.”

“We’ve all got our things,” she shrugged, turning back to the movies as she scanned for more, grabbing out the two other discs, the room filled with her laughter as Joel rolled his eyes.

“You’re a child,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“You knew I was a lightweight and still gave me alcohol,” she defended, going back to the couch to plop herself back down, “mind if I have another?”

“Don’t think you’d be able to handle that.”

“I’ll be fully functional tomorrow with Sarah, swear.”

He gestured his hand, giving her permission.

He watched as she went to the kitchen, coming back with two beers. He knew it was probably the alcohol, though it was a little amount, it was enough to relax him.

“You can have my bed,” he offered, “I’ll crash on the couch.”

Anna took a large drink of the beer, shaking her head.

I’d rather you be in the bed with me.

“I’m okay on the couch,” she checked the clock, “shouldn’t you go to bed?”

She was enjoying his company, and would stay up all night with him talking if they didn’t have to work tomorrow, but she was selfishly hoping he’d stay up with her, even if he had to get up early for work.

“Once I finish my beer. Anything new goin’ on in your life? How’s things with… Derk?”

“Dustin,” she corrected, “we ended things a few weeks ago. Wasn’t worth the headache and we had completely different schedules. Apparently, working a three hour shift at night as a drive-thru worker is some very exhausting work.”

Joel laughed, covering it with a cough, “gotta start somewhere, I suppose. Never liked him to begin with. He was weird, and I appreciate that you didn’t bring him around Sarah.”

Joel was protective of Sarah, and his anxiety had gotten so bad with her, he’d been put on Zoloft…Fuck.

“You shouldn’t drink when you’re supposed to take your meds.”

Joel looked at the clock before looking at his beer, “I’ll take it early tomorrow.”

His anxiety had begun to ease with Anna as a babysitter and how understanding and kind she was to his worries and how well she took care of Sarah.

“Joel,” she started.

“Sarah’s babysitter.”

Anna put her hands up in defeat, finishing off her beer before she laid on the couch, falling asleep to the silence filling the room.

taglist: @shes-a-bit-gay @untamedheart81

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