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gas-stxtion · 1 year

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🌙 s𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

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Gonna be The Worst™ and answer all of these questions for all six muses here <3 But since this got so long I will put it under a cut

1. what does your muse smell like?

Jack - Jack probably usually smells a lot like the gas station (a strange mix of honeysuckle and ammonia), considering how much time he spends there. Aside from that, he probably smells like his shampoo--he uses a pretty cheap, generic shampoo, one that doesn’t have any particularly exciting or interesting scent.

Jerry - Jerry smells like mostly like smoke, considering he’s made no effort to give up his smoking habit. He also, weirdly enough, smells distinctly like bubblegum, though he claims he doesn’t wear any perfumes or colognes. According to him, that’s his natural scent.

Rosa - Rosa absolutely smells sweet! She loves to wear perfume (not too much, though)--her favorite scent is vanilla. Aside from that, she smells a bit like the gas station, though in general she smells more pleasant than some of her coworkers.

Amelia - Amelia smells a bit like coconut, though she also has the smell of gunpowder on her much of the time. She isn’t really one to wear perfume most of the time, but she will occasionally--she prefers earthier smells rather than more flowery ones.

Tony - Tony, like the others who spend a lot of time at the gas station, smells a bit like it, but he smells much more like the cologne he wears. He doesn’t wear a lot of it, but he wears some. Generally, he prefers scents like sandalwood and other woodsy smells.

Spencer - Spencer probably smells pretty nice much of the time. He invests in his appearance and cares about his image, and so he does wear cologne sometimes. However, wearing too much is distracting, so he goes without. Spencer usually prefers citrusy smells, if anything. More notable, though, is the fact that Spencer always has the smell of death clinging to him, even if it isn’t always super noticeable.

2. what do your muse’s hands feel like?

Jack - Jack’s hands are small and bony, with some small callouses developed over the years. The skin isn’t very soft, but it also isn’t super rough or dry--it’s definitely somewhere in-between. Depending on the ‘verse, he’s also missing his left pinkie finger, with rough scar tissue where it once was.

Jerry - Jerry has warm, strong hands with long fingers and thick, hard callouses. Aside from the callouses, though, his hands are INCREDIBLY soft. He takes his skincare routine seriously. Aside from that, Jerry also has a deceptively strong grip, and if you go in for a handshake he will commit.

Rosa - Rosa has the softest hands of the group, unsurprisingly. Her hands are also very warm and, like Jack’s, rather small. She has a skincare routine that she sticks to and keeps her hands clean and manicured to the best of her ability. Also, her hands are very warm.

Amelia - Amelia’s hands are usually pretty cold to the touch, and though she doesn’t have a strict routine she keeps up, they’re still not particularly rough or dry. Similarly to Tony, Amelia has a strong grip, though her strength isn’t as obvious at first glance.

Tony - Tony’s hands are warm and broad, with prominent veins on the back. He does have some callouses, but they’re not super prominent, and while his hands aren’t necessarily soft they’re also not unpleasant to touch. He has a strong grip, too.

Spencer - Spencer’s hands are always cold, always dry, and his skin is always just on this side of unpleasant to the touch. He has hard, rough callouses from years of hard work, and though he cares about his appearance, he doesn’t waste time trying to keep his skin soft. Holding Spencer’s hand wouldn’t be a very pleasant experience.

3. what does your muse usually eat in a day?

Jack - Very little. Jack is the type to often forget to eat if he’s not reminded, and at most he will occasionally snack on some of the foods at the gas station. It’s incredibly rare that Jack sits down to eat a full meal. In the main ‘verse, he’s getting better about this, but it’s still certainly a process.

Jerry - Jerry, like Jack, doesn’t usually eat much in a day. However, he is much better about taking care of himself, and when he can he tries to make sure that Jack is eating, too. He likes to cook his own food, and he can make some pretty creative dishes. How good are they? Well.

Rosa - Rosa usually tries to keep her meals relatively light, though she does have a big sweet tooth. Unlike Jack and Jerry, Rosa is much better at taking care of herself and eating three meals a day when she can.

Amelia - Usually, Amelia eats breakfast and dinner and that’s it. She may eat something light as well during her lunch break, but for the most part she doesn’t have the time. She’s a busy lady, after all!

Tony - Similarly to Amelia, Tony doesn’t usually eat a full three meals a day. However, he does make an effort to take care of himself when he can, and he much prefers home-cooked meals to going out. And he’s actually a good cook, so you know he’s doing well for himself.

Spencer - So this question really made me ask myself, “Does Spencer eat??” The answer to that is yes, of course, but I think he’s similar to Jack in that he eats very little and often forgets to. However, he does eat better food than just whatever’s at the gas station, so he has that going for him.

4. does your muse have a good singing voice?

Jack - Nope, and he doesn’t particularly care either way. Jack isn’t one to sing regardless, though he may try humming to himself now and then.

Jerry - No, and that’s something he’s proud of. He will sing along to music at the top of his lungs, and he doesn’t care that he can’t carry a tune or that his voice is always incredibly off-key. He’s having fun and that’s all that matters.

Rosa - Kinda? I think Rosa doesn’t think her singing voice is any good, but it’s not like it’s outstandingly bad or anything. It’s also not like... incredibly amazing or anything. I’d say it’s pretty average--she can carry a tune decently and it sounds nice.

Amelia - Yes!! It’s not something she particularly likes to advertise, but she has a very nice singing voice and often sings to herself when she’s alone.

Tony - Yes! Though he’s more inclined towards playing music than singing it, he has a pretty decent singing voice and it’s something he’s very aware of. Do I think sometimes about him serenading someone? You can’t prove anything (I do).

Spencer - Not really--before his first death, he probably had a pretty average singing voice, but now it’s kind of terrible and that is something he’s painfully aware of. Is he a bit insecure about it? Perhaps!

5. does your muse have any bad habits or nervous tics?

Jack - I’ve talked pretty extensively about Jack’s bad habits and nervous tics, so I won’t go on and on about those. I will say, though, that he really has a bad habit of skin picking and biting his nails when he’s anxious, which is part of why he paints them. He’s less likely to bite them when they’re painted.

Jerry - Jerry doesn’t really have any nervous tics, but I’d definitely say his smoking is a bad habit. It’s not one he’s looking to kick, either. In general, Jerry has a bit of an addictive personality and develops bad habits very easily.

Rosa - When Rosa is feeling REALLY nervous, she messes with her hair and clothes a lot. She is very much a fidgeter, and her clothes are frequently a little messy as a result. Another thing is that Rosa tends to reach out to others when she’s nervous, grabbing their arms, hands, etc.

Amelia - Amelia doesn’t have much in the way of obvious bad habits or nervous tics, as she’s spent a long time perfecting her poker face and ability to stay calm under duress. However, she does have a bad habit of biting her lip, especially when stressed.

Tony - Tony tends to tap his fingers against nearby surfaces when he’s nervous, which doesn’t happen often. He’s usually only ever nervous if he doesn’t feel like he’s in complete control of a situation or otherwise at a disadvantage.

Spencer - Spencer would gladly insist that he doesn’t have any nervous tics, which is true for the most part! Because Spencer’s worst habit is that when he feels threatened he almost always immediately jumps to violence to take care of the problem.

6. what does your muse usually look like / wear?

Jack - Jack usually looks exhausted and a bit disheveled. The regulars at the gas station are used to that, though, so it’s never really worth commenting. When not wearing his work clothes, he tends towards baggy hoodies and jeans. However, when going somewhere nice or trying to impress someone, he WILL dress up and try to look a bit nicer.

Jerry - Jerry loves to dress in outrageous or, for lack of a better word, loud clothing. He loves to stand out and wears just whatever he thinks is fun. Does he look ridiculous? Yes. Yes he does. But he’s having a good time.

Rosa - Rosa usually looks nice and cute--she invests quite a bit in her appearance and loves dressing in shades of pink and yellow. Not to say she’s vain or anything, but she likes to look cute. Outside of her work clothes, Rosa most likes to wear sundresses (especially ones with pockets).

Amelia - Above all else, when on the job, Amelia wants to look professional. She already faces a lot of discrimination from the locals for her gender and skin color, and she knows to be taken seriously she has to appear as well-put together as she possibly can. As a result, she very rarely dresses down, even when off the clock.

Tony - Tony usually prefers to dress pretty casually, but he still wears nice clothes when he can. He isn’t really one for wearing a suit and tie casually, but he’ll wear a nice button-up and slacks. In general, his biggest concern is to dress for comfort and practicality while still making a good impression.

Spencer - Spencer usually tries to dress nice and does enjoy a good suit, but in his line of work, it’s not worth it to wear something super fine that will very likely be ruined almost immediately. Most of the time, he just dresses in all black, sometimes in tactical gear, and tries to appear as intimidating as possible.

7. is your muse affectionate? how much? how so?

Jack - He definitely can be, in his own awkward way. Jack isn’t super outwardly affectionate, even to those he’s very close to, but he shows affection in little ways when he can. Oftentimes, the best way Jack knows how to show affection is by just being there for a person or sharing something with them that he doesn’t normally share with others.

Jerry - He definitely is. Jerry is an incredibly affectionate person, and he’s also a very tactile person. While he’s usually good about respecting boundaries when it comes to touch, Jerry is absolutely the type to show affection by ruffling someone’s hair or patting them on the back unexpectedly.

Rosa - Oh, absolutely! Rosa is a very outwardly affectionate person, especially with those she is super close with. She’s a big fan of hugs, and sometimes she’ll even give her friends kisses on the cheek (if they’re comfortable with it, of course).

Amelia - Not outwardly, but she shows affection in her own way. When Amelia is close to someone, she usually shows affection by teasing them. She very rarely calls the people she cares about by their actual names unless it’s a serious situation--instead, she opts for nicknames, some of which very easily come off as a bit... patronizing, to say the least.

Tony - Tony is affectionate deep down, but he’s also a very guarded person most of the time. Becoming close to someone is dangerous, especially for the other person, and it’s best for him to keep his distance. However, when he REALLY cares about someone and lets those guards down, he’s an absolute sweetheart and incredibly affectionate.

Spencer - Spencer is less affectionate and more possessive. When it comes to someone he cares about, showing affection doesn’t really come naturally to him, especially in any quote-unquote ‘traditional’ sense. The way this man shows affection is by ensuring that anybody he considers his stays his.

8. what position does your muse sleep in?

Jack - Jack normally tends to curl up a bit when he sleeps, kinda like a little cat. Considering he grew up with so many foster siblings and had to share the space with them most of the time, he’s very used to trying to take up as little space as possible when he sleeps. This is doubly true when he shares the bed with another person.

Jerry - Jerry sprawls out like a starfish when he sleeps alone, but when he’s sharing a bed with someone he absolutely clings to them and cuddles up. He loves to spoon up against his partners, but he tends to cling a bit TOO tight for comfort. Good luck getting out of his hold.

Rosa - Rosa is also a cuddler, though she doesn’t hold on nearly as tightly as Jerry. She actually can’t sleep if she’s not cuddling something or someone, so her cat Ricky usually sleeps in her bed with her. (Yes I headcanon she has a cat <3)

Amelia - Amelia usually sleeps on her side and a bit stiffly. She doesn’t spread out, but she doesn’t necessarily curl up. When sharing the bed with another person, Amelia isn’t really much of a cuddler much of the time, but she usually sleeps facing them at least. Though she’d never say no to a partner wanting to spoon her.

Tony - Tony, when sleeping alone, tends to sleep on his back or on his side, one hand under his pillow. He usually keeps some kind of weapon under there, and he wants to be able to access it in an emergency. When sharing the bed with another person, though, Tony is also a cuddler. He enjoys being able to kinda curl around whoever he’s sleeping with, holding them close and protecting them.

Spencer - Spencer can sleep standing and with his eyes open. It’s kinda terrifying. That aside, though, when he does sleep he just kinda falls asleep anywhere he needs to and in any position. He doesn’t tend towards any specific position.

9. could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

Jack - Not unless he’s very stressed or otherwise emotional! Jack tends to speak kinda quietly, and he very rarely raises his voice. Even when he’s trying to talk a bit louder, he can be hard to hear at times.

Jerry - Nearly always. Jerry is a naturally very loud person, and even when he’s trying to be quiet he has the kind of voice that naturally just carries very well. Unless he’s REALLY trying to be quiet (unlikely), you could almost definitely hear him from another room.

Rosa - Probably not unless she’s very excited. Rosa doesn’t tend to talk very loudly most of the time, and she isn’t really the best at projecting her voice. However, when she gets excited, she tends to talk both faster and louder, so you’d likely be able to hear her then!

Amelia - I’d say so. Amelia doesn’t necessarily talk loudly or anything, but she often uses a commanding tone and speaks just loudly enough to be heard. If she wants to be heard, you will hear her, though she doesn’t scream or yell most of the time. She just knows how to project her voice enough for people to hear her.

Tony - Sometimes! Tony tends to talk a bit more quietly, but like Amelia he knows how to project his voice when needed. If he wants to be heard, you’ll hear him--if he doesn’t, though, he knows very well how to be quiet. His natural speaking voice is a bit more on the soft side, though.

Spencer - Spencer talks in a quiet, somewhat raspy voice, almost like a hiss. He can still be loud when he needs to be, but he much prefers to be quiet unless he’s actively trying to intimidate someone. If that’s the case, I’d definitely say you could hear him from another room.

#//you WILL look at my long bullshit headcanons post #//filling this out for everyone was a goddamn mistake #//but it's okay i did it i climbed this whole mountain #❝ her name is rosa‚ and despite her eager optimism‚ i guess she's pretty cool ❞ {rosa vasquez}#❝ i'm the only full-time employee‚ which means i'm on the clock more often than not ❞ {jack townsend}#❝ i told him i was surprised he was still alive ; he mistook it for a compliment ❞ {jerry pascal}#❝ seeing tony actually upset was the scariest thing i'd ever seen ❞ {antonio vargas}#❝ if he was going to kill me‚ i wanted him to think i wasn't afraid ❞ {spencer middleton}#❝ she's a tough-as-a-brick brooklyn transplant with an itchy trigger-finger ❞ {amelia o'brien}#you know this whole thing is one big experiment‚ right? and you're the little mouse? {ooc}#as far as jobs go‚ it's not the best‚ but it's not the worst either {headcanons}#we should never play charades together {dash games}

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onlineviolence · 1 year

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so you know how v2 is the first of boss of every 1st layer except prelude, right? and you know that one art of pyrite with v2's wings?

what if pyrite tries to avenge v2 and fights v1 in his stead? she'd probably be able to do it bc the v model's mobility comes from their wings i'm p sure

Ye ssssss

yeS YES

Lots of thoughtsson this .

V1 sees the silhouette of a V-model and does a double take becaus ‘I definitely saw v2 get LIQUEFIED ON IMPACT thats not possible’

and then it’s a streetcleaner. with v2’s wings. that doesn’t die instantly to coins. it knows movement tech. it’s fuming

IM IMAGING a pyrite Boss Fight would be like if V2 could dodge your projectiles and enrages when its wings are hit

what if pyrite wins. pyres like FUCK WHAT DO I DO NOW do I just keep goinng

Gabriel is approached by the …wrong blue robot

#pyrite wouldn’t actually actively seek v1 out for revenge #because v2 did that. And what happened to v2 #huge guilt of hers is Not being able to stop V2 going after v1 #and like after v2 is dead. she is very conflicted #“goddamn if you were less stubborn youdStill be alive”#and like it understands v1 on a level. everyone’s out for blood #but it’s still mad. and sad and #Maybe using either the whiplash or knuckleblaster on pyre also enrages pyre lol #pyrite #phoenix #<- sorta name for pyrite with v2’s wings #anonymous #look at my words boy

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imwritesometimes · 2 years

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ok but where is the Indiana Jones trailer that apparently dropped today? I would like to be emotionally bludgeoned to death by it see it....

#look idgaF how bad anyone thought 4 was I will go see this movie #probably the first movie I'll see IN a theater since the fuckin plague happened #I miss movie theaters but goddamn I am not ready to sit in a room full strangers still yet #but.... I'd do it.... for Indy......#I just really want it to be good. I'll become the most insufferable bitch alive if I like this movie #ngl if I like it.... idk that anyone will still be following me here I think everyone will be irritated by me and just block me #erin explains it all

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fishpiracy · 2 months

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Sanji being incredibly powerful but also easily defeated by an enemy mimicking Nami is fucking impeccable.

Sorry man I can't hit you not even because you're a woman but because I black out whenever there's a cute girl 😍😍😍

#hes so fucking stupidddd #like zoro and luffy are better known for how dumb they are #but sanji isnt exempt his stupidity is very specialized see #i love how everyone is still alive bc every time they met with baroque works outside of the main conflict they missed the cunty blonde guy #Every Single goddamn Time so hes allowed to be incognito #and even still this is how he was almost defeated LOL #Sanji #blackleg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #one piece #arabasta #ep 116 #op semi liveblogging

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yoohyeontual · 4 months

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I don’t wanna come back here to this, but I think we’ll have to take a decision soon and I’m terrified, I’m not ready I’ll never be ready…

#Puppy has been feeling not well since yesterday #he’s coughing a lot and even choke on air a lot #and I was told last time that he was chocking to much and longer than it was time for him to go #and it’s hunting me every day and I feel like it’s time #other than than and allergies being mean to him #he’s the same exact dog he always been so it’s hurting even more #cause I feel like he can go longer but his heart is not #my precious cat death anniversary is also coming soon on the 17th so if it has to happen january has officially become the month I hate the #most*#he’s also suppose to get shave tomorrow I don’t even know if he would survive the stress I’m terrified #but he’s also not at his best right now he need this #it’s so goddamn hard to deal with #I know It was suppose to happen a year ago we’re so lucky he’s still here #but he’s been my rock for the last 13 almost 14 years I’ll never be ready to say goodbye I love him so much #he’s the reason (alongside Sowon) that I’m alive I live for them idk how I will react when he’ll leave #I don’t want him to suffer so I’m wondering if it’s enough for him to leave or if he’s strong enough to go a little longer which I’m sure he #can*#but I’m terrified I can’t sleep anymore I hide in my room until 4 in the morning reading #and I’m convincing everyone including myself that I have fun reading #but I’m reality I’m just scared to wake up the next day and that he’s gone #2024 is starting really disgustingly #i’m mentally doing bad idk how I’ll handle this #I wish I didn’t have to make that decision but i also wish he’ll have a peaceful one which maybe he couldn’t on his one it’s so hard #alex.txt #tw negative #tw pet death #tw pet illness #tw pet sickness #tw animal death #tw sick pet

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moonbunnie7 · 5 months

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I don’t think I can fully articulate the grief and pain that I feel in my heart about it stupid friggen masks and society conversation I want to actually go out and meet new friends and date but I can’t get over how so many people don’t want to forget that covid still exists/happened or don’t wear one when they r sick or just feel off and I’m just so deeply disgusted and disturbed by the human race how ignorant people choose to be; u can choose to not wear it all the time but at least wear it in mass public spaces and when u feel off….and yes I know I shouldn’t be overgeneralizing but at this point I don’t know if I’m ever going to take it off? Yes I fucking hate wearing it but also I hate people tell me to take it off like honestly fuck off??? Going out and being the only one masked sucks but I’m just to stuck in feeling so grossed out and torn but I know imma wear it anyways

FUCK

My mom said if I wanna live to my 80s or 90s keep it on but If I don’t I might reach 40 and realize I have health problems on the horizon that I can’t escape and this shit ain’t fair for real

Nothing is fair tho I guess illness and “freedom” don’t go hand in hand

It is also my choice to stay home and rot bc I’m fearful of someone spreading their illness to me or treat me horribly it’s a me problem but anyways

#venting #ranting #continuous text #rambling #tw #tw //#also mask hate is so bad like #nobody is doing anything wrong masking #idk I feel so alone Jesus Christ but everyone is so goddamn gross and triggers my ocd when they sneeze and cough #esp when people have wet ass coughs #like #I’ve worked thru all the lockdowns and it’s legit my ocd fear come to life #and I’m still alive but also I just hate it here #it feels like hell and I can’t escape #is there no way out honestly #ffs #don’t send me anon hate honestly pls don’t I will block u regardless #I have no one else to talk to about this so fuck off if ur gonna be hostile

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raccoonfagdyke · 5 months

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#im depressed but i cant tell which one of ys is going thru it or what happened #its mostly quiet but im still so dissociated #like... i dont know whats going on and i dont know who has a problem right now or what i can do to help #i hate this part of being a system #tbh i wish u could go back to before lexapro and never realize the others were there #thus just makes things so goddamn complicated and everythings been so muddy that i cant get anything clear #i wish my brain was normal sometimes #i wish i was just one person #i honestly dont know if i can do this #like i dont even really know who i am right now and i just geel kinda blank #like everyones suddenly in hiding and im a husk of a body #i do think nox is still here #theyre the one who handles strong negative emotions but shes kinda just floating in the background #i dont know how to feel and i dont know what this is really #all i know is nox (and im sure some of the others) dont wanna be alive any more cuz we dont know what were coping with #i think its talia whos dealing with something #but she wont tell us what #im assuming its something with our brother but i honestly dont know #why is my brain like this ?#i think im blended between tonic and nox rn #which on my experience isnt a great combo #i wish i could just go into this brain and get a clear look at everything #just figure out how all of us fit together and how the cogs inside turn #but instead were on lexapro which while yea made us all aware of eachother but also dissociates us all so much that everythings foggy #no need to worry tho #were not gonna kill ourselves #apparently part of the problem is that im trying to pry before people are ready #but were not gonna die just yet #tae and arya dont want to and we need a consensus

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sam24 · 4 months

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Man on a Mission

Summary: Apparently, someone called Bucky's girl a whore. He has now made it his life's mission to find out who.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

*****

Bucky sat at the kitchen island, eyes narrowed, leg bouncing, and the same scene from last night replaying in his head.

Bucky drew random patterns on your bare shoulder, his nose buried into your hair. You were being quieter than usual, but he knew you were awake as he could feel your hands fidgeting.

He didn’t want to press you to tell him about it, so he settled on making you feel as loved as possible, pressing kisses into your hair.

Suddenly, you broke the silence, taking Bucky by surprise.

“Buck . . . do you think I’m a whore?”

“Wha-” Bucky lifted his head immediately, trying to look at you. But you hid your face in your hands, turning away from him.

“God don’t look at me. Fuck, this is so embarrassing,” You groaned into your hands. “Forget I said that.”

“No, honey, look at me please,” Bucky gently pulled your hands down, cradling your face. “Who called you that?”

“No, no, no one,” You shook your head frantically. “I’m sorry, just forget I said anything. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“No, sweetheart, who- okay we’ll get back to that later. But you are not a whore, okay? No woman deserves to be called that in the first place. Who-”

“No, no one. I was just . . . I just randomly thought of it.”

Bucky wasn’t convinced, but he let it slide.

For now.

“Well, I don’t want you thinking these things about yourself.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Okay?”

You nodded, seeming relieved and a little surprised that he dropped it that easily.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

It was now the next morning, and you were at the gym with Natasha, which gave Bucky the perfect opportunity to figure out who to murder.

Steve walked into the kitchen with Sam trailing behind.

“Morning Buck.” Steve greeted. His head stuck into the fridge, trying to look past the shit ton amount of edible cookie dough you had made a couple days earlier.

“How come you didn’t come run with us, you lazy fat ass.” Sam teased, leaning on the island.

“Didn’t feel like it.” Bucky narrowed his eyes.

Suspect 1: Sam Wilson, The Most Annoying Bird Alive

Sam had a tendency to poke fun at people, but some might not take it as well as others. For example, when a barista burst out in tears last week when Sam joked about her being “all over the place” with all the orders coming in. (He came in with flowers the next day)

Bucky wondered if Sam had said something that was supposed to be funny, but you didn’t think it was and got upset.

A part of Bucky wanted to settle on Sam so he had an excuse to beat him up, but the more rational side of him realized that you had gone on one too many missions with him to think he was being serious about anything he said.

Tony then came in, holding a bunch of empty coffee mugs in his hand, practically throwing them into the sink.

“Bruce said my mugs were ‘taking up too much room’ in the lab,” Tony rolled his eyes. “Well why doesn’t he try being the goddamn genius backbone of this team.”

Bucky stared at him intently.

Suspect 2: Tony Stark, The Dick Who Can’t Set His Metal Rock Music Lower Than 98

Tony had a tendency to snap easily, especially when he was low on sleep (which was basically all the time). Everyone usually steered clear of Tony when he was moody, because he would most definitely say the meanest things, but not really mean any of it.

Bucky tried to think if it was logical that Tony would snap at you and say something. However, he came to the conclusion that even if Tony had said something, you had known him for too long to take his sleep-deprived words to heart.

“What are you looking at, Winter Schnitzel?” Tony challenged, noticing Bucky staring at him.

“Nothing.” Bucky replied, his stare shifting over to his best friend, who was grinning in amusement, but still trying to find something to eat that wouldn’t give him diabetes.

Suspect 3: Steve Rog-

Bucky stopped himself, almost laughing at himself for thinking Steve would ever call a woman a whore.

Even though you always kept the fridge full of random items you would make, Steve would never say a single bad thing about you.

For now, Bucky was stuck.

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6 hours later, and Bucky was still stuck.

You and Peter were out (God knows where), which was another perfect chance for Bucky to think.

But the problem was he couldn’t think of anyone.

Everyone in the compound adored you, so Bucky couldn’t figure out who the hell would deliberately say something to make you upset.

He dragged his shoes across the floor, cursing Steve in his head for making him go on a “stroll” because he apparently looked “pent-up”.

There was no way in hell Bucky would walk around outside, so he opted to take a walk inside, using Mother Steve’s demand to his advantage to scout out potential targets.

He halfheartedly glanced around the floor, stopping when his gaze landed on you.

He immediately grinned, not caring about the fact he probably looked crazy, and started his way over to where you were.

You were talking to someone with a bag in your hand. Bucky remembered you saying something about picking up a dress from the store for your friend. Peter was next to you, and for some reason, puffing his chest out?

But, as Bucky got closer, he realized you were talking to Jacob, the little dickwad who couldn’t take no for an answer,

“How many times do I have to tell you? Get out of my way. I’m trying to get this to someone.” Bucky heard you snap, tuning in with his enhanced hearing.

Bucky stopped, trying to assess the situation and figure out if you would appreciate him stepping in or not.

He knew you didn’t need anyone to stand up for you, but his overprotective side rippled through his body, his jaw clenching and fists balling.

“Baby, stop acting- “Jacob was cut off with a sharp slap.

The little bastard was taken by complete shock.

Meanwhile, Peter was still trying to look as intimidating as possible.

“Jacob, what the hell is your problem? I’ve told you to leave me alone more times than I can count. How fucking thick is your skull?”

Jacob was about to reply, with probably something bitchy, but he caught sight of Bucky in the corner with the most murderous glare and stopped himself.

He instead looked down and stepped to the side, giving you and Peter room to go.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Beat it.” Peter growled in the most non-threatening way possible as you two left, giving Bucky the perfect chance to slide in before Jacob could hightail out of there.

“Barnes.” Jacob greeted, clearing his throat.

“Callaway.” Bucky’s blood boiled at how differently he treated other men than how he treated women. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you to respect a lady?”

Before Jacob could reply, his equally dumb friend, Brody, walked past the two men.

“Damn, Jake. Barnes finally here to beat you up for calling his girl a whore?”

Bucky and Jacob both stared at Brody.

Jacob looked sickly pale, and Bucky looked calmly terrifying. Clear sign he was fucking enraged.

“Oh shit-” Brody finally put the pieces together, practically sprinting away.

Bucky turned back to face a petrified looking Jacob.

“So,” Bucky reached out, fixing Jacob’s tie and smoothing down his collar. “It was you, huh?”

Jacob tensed under Bucky’s touch.

“Chill pal, I just wanna talk.”

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A bruised cheek, wet underwear, and hurt ego later, Jacob’s talk with Bucky was over.

Bucky threw his feet up on the ottoman, but not before telling Friday to make sure Jacob was apologizing to you, as instructed by Bucky himself.

He patiently waited for you on the couch, a wide grin appearing on his face as you walked in and cuddled up next to Bucky, but not without pressing a kiss to his lips first.

Halfway through the movie, you turned to look at Bucky.

“Thank you,” You smiled.

“For what, doll?”

You turned back to face the movie, a smile playing at your lips. “C’mon. I know that was you. He would never apologize on his own will.”

Bucky laughed, turning you around once again to pepper kisses all over your face.

“I love you, my little smartass.”

“I love you too, pops.”

Mission accomplished.

#marvel fanfiction #bucky x reader #protective bucky barnes

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unclewaynemunson · 7 months

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@bigskyandthecoldgun made this very big-brained post about the perfect miscommunication potential of Eddie's heart monitor betraying his feelings for Steve while he's recovering. @mostrizzaward asked me to write it and how could I say no to that :D

The first time Steve sets foot in Eddie's hospital room is terrifying. Eddie is as pale as a dead man. He has dozens of wires attached to his body, that are connected to just as many machines and monitors displaying complicated graphs, all softly beeping at varying intervals. Everyone in the room talks in soft, grave voices and all the nurses and doctors have matching serious frowns on their faces.

But what seemed to be impossible happens on a dreary Wednesday afternoon in April: Eddie opens his eyes for the very first time since he passed out in Dustin's arms. Steve is at work when that happens, but rushes to the hospital as soon as he can, and suddenly Eddie's room seems a lot less terrifying than before. Because Eddie is grinning at him from his bed, even though he's still pale and weak. He's not only alive, he's awake. It's a goddamn miracle. His wide grin is familiar despite the big scar that has marred his cheek. Fuck, Steve doesn't think he'll ever be able to put into words how much he missed that smile.

Eddie rasps his name as a greeting and Steve comes closer to the bed. But then, something weird happens.

The machines around Eddie's bed are still beeping, but there's less of them now. The electronic symphony of noises has been reduced to a duet of two different beep patterns that are clearly distinguishable from each other. And one of them speeds up rapidly when Steve leans over the bed in an awkwardly angled attempt to give Eddie a hug.

“You okay?” Steve asks, worried. He wonders if he should call for a nurse.

“Yeah, man,” Eddie mumbles. His eyes flash towards the monitor in question for a second and a blush creeps over his white cheeks. He seems ill at ease; Steve can't quite put his finger on it but there's something weirdly awkward about the whole thing. He seems otherwise fine, though, so Steve decides no nurses will be necessary.

He clears his throat and takes a seat in the chair next to the bed. For a moment, he wonders why he's even here. They weren't exactly friends before all of this happened. It would be perfectly normal for Eddie not to want him around – and yet here he is, visiting him in the hospital like it's the most normal thing in the world. What is he even doing here?

But then, Eddie starts talking about how his uncle was with him when he woke up and gave him this book he's been wanting to buy for ages.

“He cried, Steve, I've never seen him cry in my life, but he was bawling, I'm not kidding!”

Despite his animated tone, Eddie's voice is still weak and his eyes keep falling shut even while he is talking. Steve knows that he shouldn't overstay his welcome and let Eddie rest, but he finds himself too captivated in how alive Eddie is, even though his whole presence – his loud voice, his broad arm gestures, his expressive face – seems a little bit toned down. So when Eddie tells him with a vague gesture to his nightstand that he tried to read his new book, but found himself too tired to focus properly, Steve finds himself proposing to read it to Eddie before he even realizes what he's doing.

And then the weird thing happens again. Eddie starts smiling at the exact same time the heart monitor accelerates.

Steve chooses to pretend like he doesn't notice. Instead, he takes the book from the nightstand and flips it open on the first page. He starts reading aloud, but he can't really keep his attention on the words that come out of his own mouth. He can't help but feel like he made a mistake. Is the heart monitor signaling to him that his presence is making Eddie uncomfortable? Shouldn't he have left Eddie alone to rest when he started getting tired? Why the hell did he ever think it'd be a good idea to read to him in the first place? He's never been a good reader, and certainly not a performer like Eddie. So he awkwardly stumbles his way through the words on the pages, in no way able to keep up with the complicated plot and no doubt failing spectacularly in the use of voices and appropriately ominous pauses and whatnot. Whenever he glances up from the pages, he finds Eddie leaning into his pillow with his eyes closed and a faint smile around his lips, only to find out he's lost track of where he was when he directs his attention back to the book in his hands.

It doesn't take long until Eddie's breathing becomes audibly deeper and evens out. Steve softly closes the book. He allows himself a few moments to do nothing but stare at Eddie's face and be grateful for the absence of a breathing tube between his lips, showing that he's only sleeping this time. Then, he gets up and tiptoes out of the room.

***

The weird thing with the heart monitor keeps happening every time Steve visits Eddie. It happens when he greets him, when he starts reading to him, and especially whenever he helps him adjust his position in the bed he's still chained to. Every time they touch, every time Steve gets close to him in any way, like clockwork. And every time, it's paired with some kind of physical reaction on Eddie's part: a blush on his cheeks, a somewhat forced chuckle, or sometimes even a badly concealed flinch, away from where Steve's hands are touching Eddie.

Steve pretends not to notice it, for Eddie's sake, but it can only happen so many times before he has to face the clear and obvious truth here: his presence is making Eddie extremely uncomfortable.

One part of it still doesn't make sense, though: Eddie actually asks him to read to him or to help him sit up or lie down again, and the next thing he knows, Eddie will suddenly be avoiding his gaze and that goddamn heart monitor will make it sound like Eddie is trying to break a sprint record instead of lounging in his bed, and he'll recoil from Steve's touch like he doesn't want his hands anywhere around him.

Steve muses over Eddie's odd behavior for days before he comes to the only logical conclusion: Eddie is actually repulsed by him and is too polite to tell him the truth. It's the only explanation that makes sense. It's just like what Steve realized so clearly that first time after Eddie woke up: they weren't friends before this, so why should they be now? Steve has no business being at his bedside all of a sudden, and Eddie doesn't have the heart to be mean to him and spell that out for him.

He can't even blame Eddie for it. For most of the time they've known each other, Steve was a major asshole, everybody knows that. Sure, they're twenty now and Steve has moved past high school stereotypes when he got close to Robin, but still... Those stereotypes made up everything about who they were, how they were perceived and who they interacted with for four whole years of their lives – six even, in Eddie's case. Eddie doesn't have any reason to want to let that go like Steve did.

He would never admit it to anyone, but the conclusion he reaches breaks Steve's heart: he should stay away from Eddie. Eddie has every right not to like having Steve around and Steve certainly doesn't want to add to his discomfort. He has been through enough, Steve wouldn't want to make this whole long and painful process of recovery even worse for Eddie by imposing his unwanted presence on him.

It doesn't matter that Steve has started to look forward to his hospital visits like they're the very best part of his week. It doesn't matter that Steve's heart starts racing for whole other reasons than Eddie's whenever they're close, whenever they're touching or whenever Eddie is smiling that beautiful smile of his. It doesn't matter that Steve wants nothing more than to keep reading to Eddie even though he still doesn't have a clue what that stupid book is about. None of it matters, because that's simply the price one has to pay for being an asshole and a bully in high school.

It doesn't matter, because there are way worse things than the guy you've developed feelings for secretly harboring a grudge against you. He still has Robin, he still has his little nerds, he even has Nancy back; as a friend, this time, which is honestly better than things ever were between them. He has the knowledge that Eddie survived and will be getting better with each passing day. Maybe he can start dating again, find a cute girl with blue eyes and blonde hair who doesn't remind him of the one person he can't be around, and it'll all be fine again. It doesn't matter.

Update: there's now a sequel post :D

#truly the ultimate idiot4idiot couple #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fanfic #fruity ficlet

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lazycats-stuff · 22 days

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Bruce rescuing a reader who can shapeshift into a bat when scared, like he can hardly control it at first, he's the product of some experiment and of course Bruce has to take him in. So now Bruce finds himself with a small little bat snuggling into the crook of his neck at night because reader has a nightmare

Aw, that's adorable. Also, some cartoon bats

Summary: (Y/N) is a cute bat who can't really control it.

Warnings: human experiments, shapeshifting... Nothing too detailed.

Bruce sighed quietly as he was sitting in a Justice League meeting. He knew that human experiments will always be persistent, but they had to eradicate it. It was almost like a plague at this point and he didn't like it in the slightest.

" We don't like it either Bruce. " Wonder Woman said from the opposite side of the desk. Bruce just looked at the location that was put on the hologram screen. The lab in America, but somewhere deep in the mountains. Probably somewhere underground... If this is something that the government funds, Bruce will lose his mind.

Is he crazy enough to dress a Bat and fight criminals, assassins and God knows what else? Yes. But the government? Eh. Sort of. If Tim hears about this, he will also flip the lid. Why? Because he can finally prove some conspiracies that circulate around the government. God knows Tim didn't sleep for days, trying to prove a single theory.

Bruce lost count of having to sedate Tim just to force his ass to bed and to sleep for at least, at least, 7 hours in a single night. Not chopped up during the day, just one single damn night. Just goddamn one.

" I would like to say that Red Robin cannot know about this. " Bruce stated, just looking at the screen.

" Why can't he know about this? " Green Lantern asked.

" Because then you will sedate Red Robin, just to sleep. "

Green Lantern look at him in shock. " I beg you pardon? "

" Yup. He refuses to sleep. Sedation was the last step. " Bruce gave a vague explanation and Green Lantern decided to leave it alone. He won't question Bruce in the slightest. He won't get an answer anyway.

" So when do we depart for this mission? " Bruce asked, waiting patiently for Superman to give him an answer.

" We are going tomorrow. According to the intel, there will be resistance, so stealth is very important. " Superman said.

" So that means one of you will mess up. Stealth is something everyone in this room lacks. " Bruce stated with a dry tone and Flash wanted to argue, but knew it was true.

Stealth was something that they all lacked.

" Either way, the goal of this mission is to get information and save people who might be in there. " Superman said.

" If there will be there. " Bruce said in his ominous tone, eyes darkening at the mere thought of it. Superman knew exactly what he meant.

Killing them to cover their tracks.

" Well, I'll hold out hope that they will be alive. " Superman said, still trying to be positive, but Bruce knew it was a low chance that anyone was even alive.

But hey, you never know.

The fight in the lab was fucking tedious. Turns out, Lex Luthor created this lab. Tim is really going to have a fucking field day with this. Bruce shook his head as he made his way down to the holding cells of the League.

They managed to find one person who was alive and that was just in the nick of time. Bruce managed to take a guard down quickly and he was shocked to find a hysterical bat, flying around the lab cell before landing in his arms.

Then the said bat shifted into a human and then back into a bat. It was fun to say the least. But Bruce had no time to waste back then. He took the man and just ran with a lone survivors, while others were busy fighting.

In the end, he had to sedate them man while in human form because everything was triggering the shifting. It was to make the fly back to the League headquarters. After an hour or so, everything was quiet and lab was secured.

They finally have a case against Lex Luthor. Thank God. Bruce still held (Y/N) in his arms while waiting for the others to come. The fly back was smooth and quiet. Everyone was tired beyond belief and in no mood to talk.

Once landing at the HQ, Bruce took the man to a holding cell where doctors were waiting. Bruce called Tim and told him to get to the Batcave as soon as possible. Tim sounded exhausted, but when Lex was mentioned, he was wide awake all of a sudden.

Bruce quickly used the zeta tubes to get to the Batcave. Tim was waiting and Bruce gave him an USB stick. After explaining the situation to Tim, Bruce took a quick shower while Alfred cleaned up the suit.

It was nice and refreshing. Besides, (Y/N) will be out for a few hours anyway. Bruce finished the shower and got into a clean suit that Alfred had ever so cleaned.

" Thank you very much Alfred. " Bruce thanked him as he put on his suit.

" No problem master Bruce. I overheard you conversation with master Tim. Is there really a lone survivor? " Alfred asked and Bruce nodded.

" Yup. He can shapeshift into a bat. " Bruce said and Alfred chuckled at that.

" Batman saves a little bat. How poetic. " Alfred noted, chuckling quietly.

" Yup. I'll go back now and wait for him to wake up to talk to him to see what we can do. " Bruce explained and yawned.

" I see... Is Lex Luthor really the founder of the lab? " Alfred inquired and Bruce nodded as he took the cowl in his hands.

" Yes he is. We finally have a case against him. " Bruce said proudly.

" Is that why master Tim is currently happy? " Alfred asked, glancing at his grandson, who was on the batcomputer, just typing away happily, a cup of coffee near.

" The moment he is done, please sedate him. " Bruce whispered and Alfred chuckled.

" Already ahead of you master Bruce. " Alfred whispered back and Bruce nodded as he put his cowl back on.

And the rest was history. Bruce learned that the little bat's name was (Y/N) and Bruce said that he would take him in. Of course Bruce would take the little bat in. They boys had so much fun with (Y/N) watching him shift.

But one thing that they recognized was the fact that (Y/N) couldn't control his shifting. If he got too scared, he would shift. Too anxious? You have a little bat on your hands.

Soon enough, Bruce fell in love and moved him into his bedroom so they could share a bed. Bruce was more than happy and so was (Y/N). But (Y/N), more often then not, had nightmares from his time in the lab.

And that's why (Y/N) was currently a little bat, moving closer to Bruce's neck. It wasn't to take a bite, it was to snuggle into it. Bruce smile, facing the little bat, but eyes were still closed. (Y/N) snuggled closer, folding himself in a ball and just sighing quietly.

Bruce smiled more as the feeling of his neck being tickled.

" A nightmare? " Bruce asked quietly and (Y/N) just gave a little chirp in return. Bruce gently patted (Y/N) before falling asleep again. This was going to be something very nice in the long run and Bruce couldn't wait.

#dc x male reader #x male reader #dc comics #bruce wayne x male reader #batman x male reader

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psychedelic-ink · 3 months

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ㅤㅤjoel miller x f!reader

⌜HOW MR. MILLER STOLE CHRISTMAS MASTERLIST⌟

genre: enemies to lovers, romance, fake dating, minors dni

word count: 3.7k

chapter summary: hanging garlands around town goes horribly wrong when you decide to decorate one of the polls. luckily a stranger with a rather soothing voice talks you through it and helps you down. But much to your surprise, he doesn't seem to be a stranger at all but rather a reminder of the past you've been trying to escape from.

warnings: age gap, canon typical violence, reader having a fear minor fear of heights, some threats, a brief make-out scene at the end, drinking

**dividers by @saradika

Jackson is everything you never expected in such a cruel world.

It’s been only a week since your arrival, yet you already feel fully incorporated into the community. Tommy and Maria Miller had surprisingly taken a liking to you. Later on, you learned that, especially Maria, wasn’t that keen on newcomers. If you had to guess why she decided to take you in, it would be the fact that you were half-dead and a mile away from their doorstep. It was cold, very cold. You still remembered how the wind sliced against your cheeks. When you came to, you met Tommy Miller. His smile was genuine and vaguely familiar for a reason you couldn’t quite understand. He had shown you around, then led you to your new home.

A home. Something you’d thought wasn’t possible anymore.

Something that you would protect to keep, no matter what.

It was a bit rundown, but solid nonetheless, like most of the survivors. Despite being only one person, the home they provided had three rooms and two bathrooms. You felt spoiled. You’d told Tommy about it, he had just laughed it off saying that after everything you’ve been through you deserve a decent roof over your head.

The words had stung at the time. He didn’t know who you were or what you’ve done. Jackson was a small community so you knew that Tommy Miller had been somewhat involved with the Fireflies but not like you. Never like you.

You feel slightly nauseous thinking about it. Snow crunches loudly under your boots as you make your way to Tommy’s. It’s lonely not being able to talk, not being able to say what you’re thinking freely. Most of the time it just feels like you’re looking through the other side of the glass, never truly comfortable around people that you frequently conversed with.

Standing in front of the door you take a deep breath, your skin tickles as your lungs expand with crisp cold air and you smile faintly upon the exhale. It’s hard, but you shouldn’t be complaining. You don’t have to fight to stay alive anymore. You don’t have cuts and bruises, you’re not a soldier anymore—you’re free.

Your mind drifts off only for a second, to that day when you made your escape. You would’ve been dead if it wasn’t for the man who spared you. His vacant gaze is still vivid in your head, waking you from sleep from time to time.

You follow your first knock with a second one. Heavy footsteps reach your ears and the door opens with a loud creak. Tommy’s eyes shine bright as he sees you, a half smile tugging at his mouth. If you had to call someone a friend it would certainly be him.

“Hey there Pecan,” he says. “Ready for some decoratin’?”

“Can I get out of it if I say no?”

He scoffs, “Don’t be a baby. It’ll be fun.”

“How is labor fun?”

You grin broadly and upon seeing it Tommy rolls his eyes. Stepping forward, he closes the door behind him. “You’re the goddamn second person to tell me that, you know.”

“Who beat me to it?”

“My pain in the ass brother.”

The two of you walk to the back to get the garlands. Everyone in Jackson had pitched in to make them, including you. “I keep forgetting you have a brother. Why haven’t I seen him yet? Does he hate you or something?”

“I’d say the opposite,” he huffs, opening the door of the garage. It’s full of boxes with “Christmas” written in bold letters. Luckily you don’t have to deal with those today. Only the garlands. “He’s like a mother hen. Too overbearin’. His name’s Joel and if you decide on gettin’ a tree you’ll see his ugly mug.”

You doubt that anyone related to Tommy would be ugly but you decide to keep that to yourself. “Why is that?”

“Maria appointed him as Christmas tree farmer. You can imagine his joy upon hearin’ that.”

“All by himself?” you ask a bit surprised.

“Nah. He has a couple of helpers but they work in shifts, everyone is pitching in chopping down the trees and getting them where they need to go. You’re free to help him out if you’re so worried.”

“I’m not,” you say a bit too quickly when seeing Tommy’s grin. “It just felt a bit unfair for an old man.”

“He might be old but he’s a fuckin’ beast,” he answers, leaning down and picking up one of the boxes. You follow, you take two since garlands aren’t exactly heavy. “I’ve never seen anyone as resilient as him. Honestly, it scares the shit out of me sometimes.”

“You can say that about a lot of people here.”

“You’ll understand what I mean when you meet him.” He heads out the garage and so do you, both of you leaving deep footprints on the snow as you head to the heart of the community. “And do please call him old man in person. I wanna see the look on his face.”

“I’m not going to sacrifice my well-being so you can laugh at your brother, Tommy.”

“You disappoint me, Pecan.”

Damn, Tommy Miller and his stupid stupid garlands.

You have no idea how long it’s been since you started hanging them all around town. You and Tommy had split up, deciding that it would be faster. At the time it made perfect logical sense but now, as your heart rams into your chest while decorating one of the polls, you decide it was a stupid ass idea.

You’re not exactly scared of heights but you’re not a fan of them either. Every time the ladder creaks, you have a miniature heart attack. You’d feel much safer if Tommy were holding the legs, even though you know it wouldn’t help much if the damn thing collapsed. You hear the faint chatter coming from below. Some people staring as you wrap the stubborn garlands around the cylinder wood. You hate this. Hate it, hate it, hate it.

When you’re finally done and about to climb back down, you can’t move.

“Fuck,” you hiss loudly, knowing that no one can hear you. You glance down—big mistake. Your entire body freezes over, your fingers tight around the poll. You have half the mind to hug the damn thing. Your throat tightens and you look up. This is it, after everything you’ve been through, you’re going to fucking die while hanging fucking garlands—

A strong gust of wind blows, swaying the ladder side to side, a sharp scream rips from your throat, and this time you do hug the pole. You notice a small crowd gathering. Another blow of wind and the unstable surface ceases to exist, you barely manage to bring your legs around the poll.

Screams and shouts that don’t belong to you reach your ears and you hope no one got hit by the ladder. Oh god. You can feel your heartbeat in your throat, sweat beading from every pore despite the cold.

“Slide down!” you hear someone shout. A man, you register. A man with a deliciously raspy and deep voice. “Just slide down damn it!”

“No!” you shout back. “It took me hours wrapping the damn garlands I’m not doing it again!”

A weak excuse but still valid nonetheless. If you slide down all that work it rook the town to make these things would get destroyed thanks to your body. And even if it doesn’t, the damn things would slide down with you. There’s no way you’re climbing back up here. At least not until hell freezes over.

“You’re gonna fall and the ladder is busted,” the man shouts back. “And from the quiverin’ of your legs, I don’t think you’ll last until Greg brings the other one!” You hug the poll tighter, he was right, your legs—especially your thighs—were about to give out. And as if he can read your mind, the voice shouts out once more. “I’ll hang the damn things myself and fix’em up, just slide your ass down before your legs fuckin’ give out!”

You’re starting to get a bit lightheaded. Adrenaline and fear make your breathing uneven and quick. The disembodied voice is right. If you don’t slide down now your body is just going to give up and you are going to crack your head against the ground. A sharp exhale parting your lips, you finally start sliding down. You loosen your limbs, groaning every time you feel the needles of the garland ripping away and presumably falling above the snow. Fuck. You hope the stranger is good with his hands.

“That’s it, atta girl,” you hear him say, ignoring the way your body slightly clenches at the praise. “Just go down, I’m right here.”

More voices start to reach your ear the more you go down. You hear the voice of a girl, “I would’ve died if that happened to me. Holy shit.”

The man grunts, “Now’s not the time, Ellie. Keep your opinions to yourself.”

By the time you reach the end, your breathing is ragged and you can barely feel your legs. The man who’s been talking you through it holds you gingerly from the waist and pulls you away from the poll. Your feet skip over each other and you end up tripping backwards, right into the stranger's chest. You feel the warmth of his breath tickling the back of your head as you both end up falling. His body breaks your fall, his large hands still holding you from the waist. A pleasant shudder runs up your spine and you find yourself relaxing.

The crowd inches closer, a worried clammer coming from all directions. However, all you can focus on is the girl standing right across from you. She’s wearing a thick coat, her hair in a neat ponytail. She’s giving you a curious look, she also looks amused.

Your brows furrow, the brown of her eyes familiar.

“You plannin’ on gettin’ off me sweetheart?”

You push yourself up, realizing you're still sprawled on top of the stranger. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you scramble to stand, muttering apologies. He chuckles, a deep, resonant sound that sends a shiver through you.

"Easy there, no harm done," he says, getting up as well. The crowd disperses now that the crisis is averted, leaving you alone with the man and the girl, who's still watching you with that curious expression. “You a’right? That was quite a journey down.”

“I’m. . .” You turn towards him, still feeling disoriented, still feeling a bit shaky. You’re about to tell him you’re alright, and possibly thank him right after, but the words die in your throat. You hear the loud beat of your heart. Thud thud thud. The world is turning, spinning. You open and close your mouth, over and over again. His eyes meet yours. The same brown eyes you’ve seen in countless sleepless nights.

You don't forget the face of the person who determines your fate.

And in his case, you don’t forget the face of the person who spared you.

Recognition slowly flickers across his weathered features. It’s so subtle. His lips part ever so slightly, eyes in the midst of going wide but keeping his eyelids neutral. He blinks heavily and snaps his lips tightly shut. You do the same. Your mouth now a thin line as you take each other in.

Then you see the recognition, the surprise, turn into anger. You’re a brutal reminder of his past and what he’s done to get here.

“Joel,” the girl hisses, nudging him with an elbow. “Don’t be an asshole.”

You blink, eyes snapping to the girl. . . Ellie. . . the immune girl.

Despite her harsh warning, neither of you speak. You are eyeing each other like wild animals wanting to protect their territories. Your legs are still shaking, your body trembling. He looks different but at the same time not at all. There’s no blood on him, no weapons. And the vacant look you’ve grown accustomed to is now full of emotion.

No one notices Tommy until he’s standing next to Ellie, his chest heaves as he tries to gather his breath. His gaze fixed on you, “You a’right there pecan?”

You freeze once more. The familiarity you’ve always felt around him—

“He’s your brother,” you state. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as he nods. You feel sick.

“I’ve heard what happened are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” You’re not. Joel is still staring at you, taking in every detail. You take hold of yourself and force some emotion other than fear to flicker across your face. “I’m fine thanks to your brother, the ladder collapsed and I had to slide down,” you turn to Joel, ignoring the taste of blood in your mouth. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

The playful lilt in his tone was completely gone. Ellie jumps forward, quickly taking your hand, everyone except you misses the way Joel flinches, jerking forward. “I’m Ellie and this caveman here is Joel.”

You clear your throat, “Nice to meet you Ellie and. . . “ You meet his gaze once again and say carefully. “Joel.”

He doesn’t say a word as you introduce yourself. Thankfully Tommy whistles and all eyes turn towards the ruined garland and the pine needles scattered above the snow. “Fuck. It’s gonna take days to fix this.”

“We still have time don’t we Uncle Tommy?” Ellie asks. “Joel offered to help fix it and hang it.”

Tommy’s head snaps towards Joel, a lopsided smile stretching across his lips as he shoots him an amused look, “Did he now?”

Ellie’s look matches her uncle’s, “He did.”

“Well then,” Tommy says, slapping his brother’s back. Joel glares at him, his brows knitted tightly together. “I’ll leave it up to you.”

“We should go,” Joel says suddenly, grabbing Ellie’s arm and dragging her away. Both you and Tommy are left dumbfounded as you watch Ellie furiously waving.

“Nice meetin’ you pecan!”

“Good,” Tommy grins, prompting your sharp glare. “The nickname is catching on.”

Alcohol buzzes in your system, making you grin like a fool as you lean back against the makeshift bar, enjoying the sight of everyone dancing and laughing. After a boring meeting of who would be doing what during the Christmas season, everyone had rushed out to get the bonfire ready. Faint music hummed in the background. Festive songs you’ve hadn’t heard since you were a little girl. You only recognize the melodies since you were a kid when you last heard them, the lyrics you can’t quite remember.

You watch Tommy and Maria from the corner of your eyes, he had his arms wrapped snugly around her waist. They were happy. Deep inside you can’t help but be envious. You hadn’t met a lot of people since coming here, it was hard to make friends when you felt undeserving of the comfort you received.

Your skin tingles as you remember Joel’s hands firm against your waist. You’ve felt something before recognizing him. Something sweet and playful. But it was ripped away thanks to your intertwined past. He was death. You can’t forget that. You wonder if Ellie knew what he’d done for her, you wonder if Tommy knew.

Shaking your head you take another swig of your drink. All these thoughts were sobering you up. You can’t have that. You need to relax, to forget. But despite knowing that, a nasty feeling of worry brews in your gut. What if Joel tells them? What if he makes the case that you’re dangerous and did unspeakable things for the cause? Will Tommy and Maria throw you out then—or worse—kill you? Joel is Tommy’s brother after all. . . you. . . you are nothing.

There’s a flicker of movement and a ripple amongst the crowd, lifting your head you see Joel giving Tommy a quick hug. He says something to Maria, a greeting you assume, and you notice Ellie heading off with Dina. Your heart skips a beat. You should go home, or at least stop staring at the man but you can’t. He’s the one you’ve been thinking about ever since you left the damn hospital. It was his eyes you’ve seen the nights you were jolted awake from the horrors the world had to offer.

You can’t decide on what to do and because of that, you’re suddenly facing an icy cold gaze from him. His lips are downturned, shoulders raised. You think about smiling, maybe raising your drink but you decide it would only add fuel to the fire.

A minute passes, a minute that feels like an hour, and he finally rips his gaze off of you, turning to Tommy instead. He squeezes his younger brother’s shoulder and quickly disappears.

You feel an unwarranted rage at him leaving. Running away. And suddenly you’re on your feet, following him. You can see his footsteps in the snow. You’re not sure what you’re going to say to him but you have to say something. This is your home now too and he won’t be taking that away from you. You’re not leaving after finding some semblance of peace.

You follow the footprints to a narrow space between two buildings. You notice moss in the cracks of the wood. You frown. Where the hell is he? There isn’t any place else to go from here, it’s a dead end.

You turn on your heel, only to come to an immediate stop.

His expression is dark, a harsh sneer on his face that makes you stop. You remember the stories, the ones about the things he’d done to survive. You swallow thickly and take a step back, but he reaches out and shoves against the wall. You gasp as Joel’s arm presses against your throat, your back hitting the wall with a painful thud.

"You’ve got some nerve, showin’ your face around here," he growls, pressing you harder against the wall. You can feel his warm breath against your face, his forearms causing you to struggle for air. But you refuse to back down, refusing to let him intimidate you. You stare right back into his angry eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

“Nothing,” you hiss. “I just wanted to talk to you, clear the air.”

“Clear the air of what?” he leans closer, your nose almost brushing. “You’ll leave right now.”

“No I fucking won’t,” you snap and claw at his arm. It’s getting harder to breathe. “Jackson’s my home too.”

His eyes narrow and he presses forward, fully cutting the airflow. There’s a vicious throbbing in the back of your eyes and tears gather in the corners. “I should’ve fuckin’ killed you when I had the chance,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. You don’t know what to do, you can barely speak, only whimpers leaving your parted lips. You attempt to kick at his legs but he simply moves out of the way.

How can this be the same man who held you so gently before?

“Take this as a warnin’,” Joel loosens his grip, your lungs filling with delicious oxygen. “If I see you anywhere near Ellie—”

“Oi Miller, what the fuck are you doing?”

You should be relieved. You really fucking should. But seeing the panic flaring in his eyes, a similar emotion starts coursing through your veins. You both tense and you feel your skin growing taut over your body. Your eyes shift between him and the two friends standing. You recognize them, one of them is Marc, and the other Steven. Twins. Your eyes move gradually back to Joel, he meets your gaze, your eyes drop to his lips, a plan forming in your head—an ill-advised plan, but a plan nonetheless.

You kiss him.

You fucking kiss him.

The arm on your throat immediately drops and you fist the front of his shirt, pulling him closer until he’s flushed against you. His body feels solid against your own. Strong and tall. He hesitates, his lips still as stone. Not knowing what else to do to make it more convincing, you tilt your head, lick the seam of his lips, and moan absurdly into his closed mouth. Joel starts moving then. His hands trail down the sides of your body and grip your hips, squeezing as he moves his mouth.

Everything about the moment lingers. The kiss, the closeness, everything. His hands twitch and you find yourself rolling your body towards him, feeling the semi-bulge underneath his pants. When a second moan escapes you it’s not for show. Heat licks the base of your spine, your entire being screaming for him to come closer and closer and closer—

He stops. It’s sudden and cold. However, you take the hint and with a lazy smile turn to the men watching you with dropped jaws. Joel doesn’t bother to look in their direction, he’s still holding you, allowing you to use his shoulder somewhere to lean against. His grip on you is tight.

“Sorry guys,” you make an effort to slur your speech. “I might’ve had too much to drink and couldn’t keep my hands to myself. Love it when a man is a bit rough.”

You don’t know why but his grip on you instantly loosens. Both Steven and Marc look at you with utter shock.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Marc blurts out. “Get a room you two. There are families out.”

With that they both leave, grumbling to themselves something about young people you can’t quite catch.

When both of you are sure no one is near, Joel shoves you off of him. “What the hell was that?”

“A kiss.”

“Don’t fuckin’ pull that shit with me, people are gonna talk. They’re gonna think I can’t keep it in my pants.”

“Better than them thinking you were gonna kill me,” you say. “You should be thanking me for saving your ass,” you answer, trying very hard not to look down at the front of his pants. “Don’t worry so much nothing is going to happen. They’ll talk a day or two and then it’ll just blow over.”

He doesn’t seem that convinced, “Fine,” he grunts and you start to take your leave. Your mind is swirling with unidentifiable emotions. You need time to think. “I was serious, stay away from Ellie.”

As if you were the dangerous one here.

“Joel,” you turn to face him one last time for the night. Not prepared to see how his eyes were glossed over, the anger and hatred drained from them. He looks startled. “I’m not leaving my home.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fanfic #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fanfic #the last of us fanfic #hbo the last of us fanfiction

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Kids Anger

Prompt: Kid and you have a huge fight, and in anger, Kid tells you to leave

~ Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Kid X Fem Reader X Killer

Killer watched the two of you fight as he often did. He learned early on which fights to step into to become the peacemaker and which ones to stay out of. You were yelling at Kid for going out of his way to fight a Marine ship and while everyone was alive, quite a few people were injured and the boat needed some major repairs. Even you had been shot in the shoulder during the battle amongst other injuries.

“We won, didn’t we?! Why don’t you shut the fuck up and get off my goddamn back then” Kid was laying it on thick he was towering over you and it had been long since the rest of the crew made themselves scarce from your fight. Killer was in the corner leaning against the wall but you knew better than to try and get him to pick sides.

“That’s not the point Kid. It was senseless, We got hurt for no reason, Not to mention the damage to Victoria Punk!” You were after all in charge of the crew's finances. A job Kid had given to you when he was too drunk to pay something off and it turned into plundering the entire village. We were never truly low on berries, Kid made sure of that, but you still would like to keep it above a certain threshold. “Nobody died this time but what about next time!?” It was another great concern of yours, Kid had already lost an arm and it took him god knows how long to wake up from that. It’s a sight you’d rather not relive.

The two of you had been fighting for quite some time on the matter and neither side seemed to be letting up in this argument as both of you shot daggers at each other. “If I decide we attack that’s final. I’m you’re captain it shouldn’t matter what you think.” Kid slammed his fist into the wall right next to you. You tried not to flinch at the sudden and aggressive movement but couldn’t help but let out a little gasp, deciding to stare straight into his chest rather than make eye contact after such a weak display. “You can’t even fight, what do you even do around here to dare think you should even get a say in what I decide?!” Killer perks his head up at the sudden change the argument was taking. “A useless bitch like you should just stay out of the way” Your breath hitches at his word and you hear Killer yell Kid's name.

You straighten your back, glancing up at your captain, blinking tears to stay away. His glare back at you is menacing and pissed, Your voice turns lower but unwavering, “If that’s how you feel..”

“Feelings have nothing to do with this, facts are I let an absolute useless person onto this ship” His words dripping with venom that stung more than your shoulder, “If you can’t even listen to your captain's order maybe you should just leave.” It took a second for his words to sink in, waiting for him to retract his statement. But soon enough you whisper a fine under your breath before turning away and leaving the room. You could hear Killer starting his own fight with Kid at this point but it didn’t matter.

You make your way to the captain's room, it’s where the three of you stayed after all, and start packing anything of yours that could fit into a single bag. You wince a bit as your shoulder starts to bleed from a sudden movement but still refuse to let tears escape. You look in the mirror once more, noticing just how tattered and covered in blood your clothes were, deciding to change into clean clothes one last time before continuing packing. Once the bag is full you head back to the deck and climb down a rope into the debris-ridden water below. You remember seeing a rowboat across the way from the now half sunk marine ship and you intended to use it.

~~~

“What the fuck Kid” Killer gripped Kid's shoulder and turned him around as he could see y/n escape into the hallway, “What was that all about?” Killer couldn’t believe the words he had just heard from his captain and lover's mouth.

“She fucken deserved it. What makes her think she can boss me around?” Kid was obviously still pissed beyond belief, huffing with anger in every breathe. He brushes past Killer, “If you need me I’ll be in my workshop.” Killer let out an exasperated sigh before trying to go find y/n on the ship.

~~~

By the time anyone had noticed you were gone, you had already found a row boat and started drifting away in the opposite direction of the ship.

Killer had told the rest of the crew to tell him when they find you but he had only assumed you needed some space after such a heated debate. He didn’t even bother to check the Captain’s Quarters, he doubted you wanted to be in such a place right now, if anything you’d be in a corner hitting the wall or a tight space to breathe and calm down. But as time went on, he grew increasingly more concerned at not hearing or seeing you.

Kid emerged from his workshop a couple of hours after the argument, cooled down a bit, and tired. The sun was long gone as he made his way to his room. In the past, your arguments could get out of hand but Kid could still find you angrily sleeping in his bed next to, or on top of Killer, begrudgingly making room for him. This time on the other, neither you nor killer were in bed, or even in the room for that matter.

He looked around to see your discarded clothes tossed on the ground and he noticed a lot more blood than he’d care to admit, had she been covered in this much when we were fighting? Regardless Kid turned on his heel to search for his two closest crew members.

Soon enough he ran into Hip who was carrying medical supplies, “Oh, Hey Captain. Have you seen y/n? She still hasn’t come to get patched up yet despite promising me she’d come later.” Kid stares at her for a second before she chuckles a bit, “Or did you take care of the wound yourself? How kind. Just remind her to change her bandages.” Kid stood there processing Hips words and she walked away chuckling. She was hurt? Why the fuck did she start a fight before getting treated? Kid started pacing the ship before he ran into an equally worried Killer.

“Kid have you seen y/n?” The taller blonde seemed to be anxious.

“Does it look like I’ve fucken seen her?” Kid snapped at his first mate, “Where the fuck could she have gone?”

~~~

You lay in the boat looking at the sky. The pain in your shoulder growing. You grit your teeth into some clothe as your fingers try to dig the bullet out. After another failed attempt you let out a painful, sorrow filled scream. You had realized a little to late into your little journey that when you were shot, the bullet never made it all the way through.

Truly, it was a great distraction from the events post battle. As you finally breathe in again you let your arm trying to dig the bullet out fall onto the floor of the boat. The adrenaline must have worn off at this point. The pain truly setting in as your mind wanders to what Kid said to you.

Finally, after hours of pretending to be strong. You let it out, you place your now bloodied hand on top of your eyes as the tears overflow.

#One Piece #Kid #Killer #Kid x reader x killer #angst #part 1

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