#check please flapjacks

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Am I sketching fish in various styles to represent the Flapjacks (Samwell Men's Hockey incoming freshmen in 2017)? Mayhaps.

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Pretty Little Thing | Joel Miller

joel miller x oc!f!reader

rating: 18+, minors dni

synopsis: it’s summertime and you’re working at a retro diner on the outskirts of austin. you’ve seen many faces and heard many voices all in a passing blur; ones you’ve never really payed any mind to—until one handsome southern gentleman in particular catches your special attention, and he’s got a voice you’d recognize anywhere—one that’s gotten you off more times than you’d like to admit.

warnings: original female character, no outbreak (game) joel, joel has a hidden identity in this for a bit, joel is taller than reader, joel can pull reader’s hair, reader is mentioned to blush once, joel indulges in virtual sex work, joel has no kids in this, flirting, talks of masturbation, smut (protected sex, blowjob, consensual choking, spitting, hair pulling, many ass slaps, edging, squirting, name calling, ass play), no use of y/n.

word count: 5.3k

a/n: this is entirely self indulgent. sorry for the small writing hiatus, life has been insanely busy. thanks for being patient with me as i ease back into writing fanfic.

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It was like clockwork. 

Every day was the same. 

The same regulars, the same orders being put in, the same rushes. 

The lunch rush usually died down around two, which gave you time to prepare for the dinner rush before five. 

It was funny, really. You never thought that such a tiny diner off of Interstate 35, tucked in a corner on the outskirts of Austin, would have such an attraction as it does. 

Maybe it was the house favorite flapjacks you guys sold. Maybe it was the friendly hospitality you and your favorite coworker, Betty, gave to new and familiar faces. Hell, maybe it was the half-decent coffee and the low prices for everything that kept everyone coming in and coming back. 

Either way, it was all the same every single day. 

Until today. 

Usually, there’d be no more than three stragglers from lunch, and no one would come in until around five. 

The little bell above the door chimed as someone walked in, and Betty tapped you on the shoulder with a pleading look in her eyes. 

You averted your gaze from the sugar pourers you were refilling, giving her a small smile. 

“Honey, I’m sorry, I was about to take my break. Can you take that table for me? I need a cig after this morning’s rush.” Her blonde-gray hair was in disarray and her voice was scratchy and desperate. 

“No problem. Enjoy your break.” 

“Bless you, sweetheart.” 

You brush off the straggling sugar crystals that stuck to your hands on your black apron, pulling out your pad of paper and pen before approaching the man that sat with his back facing you. 

You muster up the best smile you can before stopping at the booth, ready to jot down his order. 

“Hello sir, how are you doin’ today?” You ask, and he looks up from the menu with a grin. 

The first thing you notice is his eyes. They’re a warm and inviting shade of hazel; a mixture of a beautiful green that reflects off of his tan skin and an amber as smooth as whiskey. 

Then you notice his lips. Pink and plush. Kissable. 

And then there’s the smile hidden behind the lips. Bright, pearly whites that take your breath away and make your heart palpitate, because god, why is he so handsome? 

It’s like he won the genetic lottery or something.

The mustache above his lips and the scruff on his jawline matches his dark hair with a few silver strands peeking through; the only identifier of his prospective age. 

His lips pull up into a smirk as he watches you shamelessly checking him out. Truthfully, you want him to watch you watching him. 

He clears his throat and your eyes snap back up to his. You tilt your head to the side and study him for a moment further before he finally speaks. 

“I’ll take a black coffee n’ the number three please. Eggs over easy.” 

You write down his order and your brows furrow as he speaks. Something about his voice sounds so… familiar. 

“Midday breakfast?” You tease, and he offers you a shrug and a grin. “It’ll be right out, sir.” You gingerly take the menu from him and walk back behind the counter. 

His voice keeps ringing through your head as you ring in his order on the POS system. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but his voice was attractive nonetheless — deep and gruff, yet sweet and polite. 

Where the hell have you heard that voice before? 

And then it hits you. 

Fuck. 

Oh, fuck. 

That man’s voice has brought you more orgasms than you can possibly even count. 

In a desperate need to get yourself off one night, you explored your options until you came across a faceless account. It was his broad body and thick, muscular arms that caught your attention. And — yeah, okay, maybe his deliciously girthy cock, too. 

The final nail in the coffin was that thick, syrupy Southern drawl that reeled you in and immersed you in a world full of pleasure. 

His voice and groans alone have made you come harder than any man you’ve ever been with. 

Your throat goes dry as you look back at him, tucked into the booth he chose to sit at, looking at his phone. 

You mindlessly pour his coffee and bring it out to his table, legs seemingly floating in his direction.

You set the coffee cup down on his table. His large hand grabs the cup, making it look nearly miniature. 

Your mind was fuzzy and your core suddenly had an aching throb as you thought of his hands exploring your body; what they’d feel like all over you and — god, get a fucking grip. 

“Was there anythin’ else I can get for you?” You ask as nonchalant as you can muster up. 

“Nope, that’ll do it darlin’. Thank you.” The crinkles beside his eyes deepen in the slightest as he tosses a polite smile your way. 

“Food should be out in a couple of minutes.” You rap your knuckles on the table once before turning around to finish topping off the sugar pourers. 

The chef chimed the bell indicating the handsome man’s food was done. You wipe your hands on your apron once more before sucking in a breath. 

You decided to shoot your shot and call him out by his screen name. You were confident it was him. 

You saw no wedding band on his finger, either, so what the hell, right? Worst that could happen is he rejects your advances. 

You grab his plate from the kitchen window and head toward his table. Your palms start to sweat and you’re nervous as hell, because fuck, a face like that is hard to forget. 

You set the plate down in front of him and he softly thanks you. You hesitate for a second before tucking a stray hair that had fallen out of your braid behind your ear, shooting a wink his way. 

“Anytime, Mr. Ryder. Let me know if you need anythin’ else.” 

He pauses before looking up at you again, eyebrows furrowing. 

“How do you—?” He starts, clearing his throat as his eyes travel down your figure. 

“I’m a fan of your work.” You shrug, passing it off like it’s the most casual thing in the world. 

“I see,” He looks back at the now empty diner, gaze shifting back to you. “Wanna sit for a minute and chat?” His voice holds sincerity and — god, let it be — desire. 

You nod and hold a finger up to him. “Just a sec.” 

You walk back to the counter, catching Betty at a perfect time. She grins at you as she re-ties her apron around her waist. 

You jerk your head back to Ryder. “The guy over there wants to chat for a few. Mind if I take a break?” 

“Go ‘head baby. Not like we got a ton ‘a people to serve.” She laughs, and you shoot her a smile. 

“Thanks, Betty.” 

You untie your apron from your waist and walk back over to his booth. He gestures for you to slide into the side opposite of him, and you clumsily settle into the worn leather bench. 

He chews on a piece of bacon before his gaze roams your face, seemingly studying you before he swallows. 

“So, what’s the first video you watched?” He asks, and you feel your face burn with a blush. You thought he’d be more subtle, but it’s better to lay the cards on the table you suppose. 

“Truthfully, I’ve scrolled all the way to the bottom of your page and have probably watched every single one.” You shrug at your confession, and that pulls a smirk out of him. 

“What about your favorite?” His tone is almost challenging, but truthfully, he’s intrigued. Never did he think anyone could recognize him by just his voice. 

Joel was careful not to show his face on camera. He wanted to keep himself a mystery—the gruff, sexy voice of a suave cowboy and his perfect body that he shared with the world—a secret. 

“It’s probably gonna have to be the one where you’re pretty much just talkin’ the viewer through it and, fuck, this is kinda embarrassing but we’re already here,” You huff, and Joel shakes his head and urges you to continue. “When I watch that video, I’ve kinda timed it to make myself come the same time you do.” 

“Not embarrassin’, sugar. That’s the sexiest thing a woman has ever confessed to me.” 

“Yeah, well, when you got a voice like yours and a dry spell like mine, it’s the perfect mix for a most blissful—” Joel’s hearty laugh cut you off, and you couldn’t help but admire him from across the table. 

He was so fucking handsome and you genuinely couldn’t believe you were seeing the man who’s made you come more times than you can count without even fucking touching you, in person. 

“Can I see your notepad and pen real quick, baby?” He asks, gesturing down to your lap. You shuffle the items out of your apron pocket before sliding them across the table, and at the click of the pen, he starts to write something down. 

You lick your lips and cross your arms over your torso, lolling your head to the side. He clicks the pen once more before sliding it back over to you with the notepad. 

You look down at what he’s written, to see his fake name, phone number and an address. 

“Whenever you get off, gimme a call n’ come over if you’d like. No pressure though, sugar.” 

Holy fuck. 

No way in hell you’re passing up this opportunity, so you shoot a smirk his way and tuck the paper into your apron pocket. 

Play. It. Cool. 

“I get off in about,” You look down at your watch, twisting your lips to the side. “An hour.” 

You try to keep your voice steady, but your heart is thumping in your chest and your desperate, aching cunt. 

“Sounds good,” He raps his knuckles on the wooden table before grinning at you, nudging your foot in the slightest before he finishes off his breakfast for lunch. “Just the check, sugar. Then I’ll get out of your hair.” 

“I’d rather you pull it than get out of it.” You grin wickedly at the astonished man in front of you, sliding out of the booth. 

You walk away to the counter before he can retort and ring the check up for his meal, but before you can bring it back to him, he slaps two twenties on the counter before you. 

His thick fingers find their way to your wrist and give it a squeeze as he leans down to you and whispers his next words. 

“Hope I can satisfy you in more ways than one, baby. See ya in an hour,” He straightens back up before looking down at the twin Jacksons staring back at the both of you, “Keep the change.” 

He walks out without another word, without looking back, and it leaves you nearly winded. 

“What was that all about?” Betty asks, sidling up beside you as she gently nudges your ribs.

“Looks like I got a hot date.” You half joke. 

“If I was thirty years younger I woulda been all over that too, baby,” A hearty laugh escapes her and she shoots a wink your way. “Have fun tonight.” 

-

The hour goes by surprisingly fast and you find yourself almost scurrying to your car after you clock out. You toss your apron into the passenger seat of your car and immediately roll down the windows. 

The AC decided to give out on you about a week ago, and of course it was during a time where it was hotter than the devil’s fucking asshole outside. 

You groan as you close your eyes, the heat already making you miserable. At least the diner had a good central air system. 

You peel your eyes open to fish the paper out of your apron pocket with Ryder’s number and address on it, dialing the numbers scrawled across in blue ink. 

After the second ring, his rich voice picked up on the other end of the line. 

“Hello?”

“Hey Ryder. ‘M off work now if you still want me to head to your place.” 

“Hey sugar. Head on over. There’s a spot in the driveway for ya.” 

“See you soon.” 

Nerves coursed through your veins as the line went dead. You type in his address into your phone, and to your surprise, he only lived fifteen minutes away. 

You threw your car in drive and you were off, the hot air whipping through the cab of your car. 

It was truly unlike you to do something so bold like this. 

You never went to strangers houses, always ignored when you got hit on at the diner, rejected offers from several men for what would probably be a night full of mediocre sex—and yet, there was something about this man that you couldn’t shake off. 

Even with just video evidence of this man’s gruff voice, veiny cock and skillful hands, you could just tell he knew exactly what the fuck he was doing. 

It wasn’t long before you pulled up to a quiet neighborhood. His house was on the right hand side, and you pulled up into the driveway next to his black truck. 

You took a deep breath before looking at yourself in the mirror of your sun visor before touching up with some lip gloss. You spray your perfume on your pulse points before deciding to stop stalling and finally get out of your car before psyching yourself out. 

Your beat up work shoes scuff the concrete path leading up to Ryder’s door, and you swallow thickly before you knock. 

Thirty seconds later, a now shirtless Southern gentleman answers the door, hazel eyes catching yours as you stare up at him in awe. 

“Well fuck me.” You mutter under your breath as you study his handsome face and his thick, toned torso. 

“Tha’s the plan, sugar.” His deep voice shoots straight down to your core, nearly making you audibly moan. 

He steps aside to let you into his house, which is surprisingly warm and inviting. It’s cozy with its worn-in furnishings and family photos on the walls. It smells like him too; something earthy and musky and delicious. 

He guides you into the living room with his hand on your lower back, touch sending a chill down your spine. 

“Make yourself cozy, darlin’. Would y’like anythin’ to drink?” 

“Whiskey, neat please. If you have it.” You respond, and he softly smiles at you before nodding and retreating into the kitchen. You can’t help but watch him walk away with the muscles clearly rippling in his back as he walks, all the way down to the back dimples he has. 

There’s no fucking way this man is real. 

You sigh and settle onto the couch, folding your hands into your lap after setting your purse and keys on the coffee table in front of you. 

It’s only a couple of minutes before Ryder reappears before you, handing you a glass of amber liquid. You thank him and sip on it graciously, the smooth taste gliding down your throat and going straight to your already throbbing core. 

He sits next to you and slings his arm over the back of the couch, allowing himself to get comfortable as if this occurrence is the most natural thing in the world. 

Fuck, maybe it might be for him. You wouldn’t really be surprised considering the charm and suave demeanor he possesses. 

“You can relax, darlin’. ‘M not gonna try anythin’ or touch ya without your consent.” 

Your shoulders visibly relax at that, not even noticing they were tense to begin with. He didn’t give you bad vibes or scare you. He made you nervous—a feeling you haven’t felt with a man in a very long time. 

“So,” You start, voice scratchy from talking so much hours prior and the burn of the whiskey affecting your throat, “You usually bring women home like this?” You’re half teasing and half curious, wanting to see if this really is a regular occurrence for him. 

A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest and practically vibrates the whole couch. “No, sugar. You’d be the first t’ even recognize me just by my voice. Gotta say, ‘m pretty impressed with that. Guess you’re a regular viewer then, I take it.” 

Now he’s the one teasing, but there’s a knowing tone in his voice. You didn’t even have to say it. He knows. 

There’s really no point in denying how turned on he gets you, so you just… let it happen. 

You feel a little looser with the whiskey swimming in your veins, giving you the bit of courage you mustered up within the past minute or so. You sink into the couch further, spreading your legs enough to keep the man curious. 

He watches you wearily, eyes trained on your body and the signals you were emitting. 

“You’re the only man that can get me off now. You’ve got me wrapped around those skillful fingers, Mr. Ryder.” Your voice sounds more smooth and sultry than you expected it to, but it was definitely working in your favor. 

“These skillful fingers would love to show you a thing or two, baby.” His fingers twitch around the glass he holds tightly; clearly a form of self-restraint. 

You didn’t want him to hold back anymore. 

“Show me.” You say. 

A small groan emits from the back of his throat. 

You suck in a breath as your eyes notice his going completely dark, drowning in desire for you. His once bright hazel eyes have since been replaced with something deeper than a simple need to satiate. 

It was fucking carnal. 

He downs the rest of his drink and licks his lips, patting his jean-clad thigh. 

“Sit on my lap. Back against my chest.” He commands, and you try to smoothly maneuver yourself onto him just as he’d asked. 

Once you’re settled on top of him, he gently grips onto both of your knees to spread your legs apart so they’re on either side of his thick thighs. 

Your lips part and you don’t even notice you’re breathing heavier until you feel a soft kiss on your shoulder. 

“Relax, baby. ‘M gonna make you feel good. If you need me to stop, just tap my thigh twice and hard. Got it?” 

“Yes.” You whisper, nearly shaking in anticipation. 

“Good.” 

And his hands are grazing up your legs to the inner part of your thighs, delicately tracing your skin. Goosebumps raise at his featherlight touch, and before you know it, he’s spreading his own legs wider to spread yours. 

You were aching and damp even back at the diner as you sat with him in the booth, studying his handsome features. The cool air of the home hits the dampness on the cotton panties you wore. 

Ryder’s fingers made their way up to the lace trim of your panties, causing you to softly whimper for him. You genuinely didn’t think you needed anyone to touch you so fucking bad in your life. 

You didn’t want to come off whiny and absolutely desperate, so you kept your pathetic begging to yourself. 

“So wet already, pretty girl. This all for me?” 

You can’t muster up the words because your brain is simply mush at this point, and all you want is his fingers on you, and fuck, in you. 

“You know I respect you, right baby?” 

Respect you? 

You’ve only known this man—physically—for a few hours, albeit knowing his voice and his body long before he’d even tell you his real name. 

And yet, there’s a comfort in his presence. One that would have you willing to do nearly anything for him—with him. 

And all you could do was meekly nod your head at his words, his Southern twang dripping in honey—buzzing into your veins. 

You turn your head to look at him with a bewildered expression on your face, though, wondering why he’d ask such a thing. 

He shoots you a devilish smile. 

“Good, ‘cuz for the next few minutes it’s gonna look like I don’t.” 

“Oh, fuck.” You mewl, tossing your head back onto his shoulder. He noses at your jaw, littering kisses and small nips all along your jawline and neck as he slides your panties to the side.

He slides his middle finger through your slick slit, moving up to circle your already sensitive clit. You shudder at the touch, clamping your eyes shut as you softly moan. 

“Fuck baby, you’re drippin’ already. This what I do to ya? You get this wet when you’re by yourself and you’re bein’ a dirty fuckin’ girl gettin’ yourself off to my videos? Hm?” 

His deep voice vibrates through your body, finger traveling down to your entrance. He teases you as he slips the tip of his finger into you—nothing more—and moves it back out. 

He continues this a few times, and when you don’t answer him, he slaps your dripping cunt lightly. You gasp and grip onto his forearm that was wrapped around your torso. 

“Answer me.” 

“God, yes, I–I fuckin’ love your videos. You always get me this wet. Every time. You’re just so—fuck—goddamn hot.” 

He chuckles at your blabbering. “Hot, huh? You think that highly of me?” 

“Ryder,” You moan as he fully sinks his middle finger into you. He stops his movements and it takes everything in you not to rock your hips. 

“Joel.” 

“W-what?” 

“I want you moaning my real name, baby.” 

Joel. 

Joel. 

That name is somehow very fitting for him, and lucky for you, it rolls off the tongue easily. 

“Joel.” You test it, and his grip on you tightens. 

“Atta girl.” He praises, sinking a second finger into you. You moan at the feeling, long fingers hitting spots yours never could. He curls his fingers to hit that exact spot and you cry out in pleasure. 

You can feel Joel’s cocky smirk on his lips as he kisses your braided hair, likely in a complete disarray at this point. 

The squelching noise that reverberated throughout his living room was truly obscene, but he didn’t seem to mind one bit. In fact, it seemed to spur him on as he twisted his wrist and worked his fingers faster, pressing into that spot inside of you that had you choking on your own moans. 

Without warning, you felt yourself nearly at the brink of your orgasm—and Joel pulls his fingers out of you. You cry in desperation, the beautiful build up completely dissipated. 

“Not. Yet.” Joel’s mouth was next to your ear, nibbling at your lobe as he worked you through the edging. 

He didn’t stop after that, though. He kept the momentum going, sliding his other hand from your torso down to your swollen clit. He slowly starts to rub small circles onto the already overstimulated bundle of nerves, and you cry out a strangled moan as the feeling surges through your body. 

“Now.” He says. 

Your mind was going blank at this point and a pressure kept building and building and building—until you felt a huge gush, forceful and draining. Your eyes snap open to see clear liquid dripping all down the couch. 

“Fuck, Joel I’m sor—”

“Don’t you dare apologize baby. You ever done that before?” He asks, and you shake your head no. He moans at your wordless response and readjusts himself beneath you, and you can suddenly feel how hard he is in his jeans. 

Even through the denim he felt fucking big, and you knew you were in for it. 

“Let me,” You start, shakily sliding off of his lap and onto the floor. “Let me take care of you.” 

Joel watches you and the same muscle in his jaw ticks furiously. He nods without another word as you lean up to kiss the hot skin above his jeans, trailing your lips down to the hemline. You undo the button and zipper swiftly, and he lifts his hips to pull his pants and boxers down to his mid thigh. 

Your hunch was correct: he’s fucking huge. You swallow as you take in the sight of his cock in-person rather than over a screen, and it was even better than you’d imagined all those times. 

You gently grab the base of his silky flesh, giving it a soft squeeze as you move your hand to the tip. Your eyes flicker up to his, and he’s watching you intently. You smile sweetly up at him before bringing your head down to lick the pre come from his slit, moaning as you get a taste of the salty musk. 

Joel’s hand flies to your head, threading his fingers through the loose braid as you slowly lick your way down the vein on the underside of his cock. 

“So fuckin’ pretty,” You say, and he groans at your praise. “Even better than I imagined.” 

You bring your tongue back up to the tip and take him in your mouth this time, going as far down as you could before you gagged softly. 

“Fuck yeah baby, just like that. Doin’ so fuckin’ good for me,” He mewls as you set a faster pace, one of your hands coming to pump the rest of his cock you couldn’t reach with your mouth, the other gently fondling his balls. 

You moan around him as his silky flesh easily glides onto your tongue. You enjoy getting him off like this; unraveling him inch by inch just as he’s done to you many times before. 

He began to rock his hips up into your mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you try your damndest to not forcefully gag around him. 

“Mouth feels so goddamn good on me, honey. ‘M not gonna last much longer.” Joel confesses, and your tighten your lips around his cock to silently urge him to let go. 

It was only another minute until his hips completely stilled and his pulsing cock was drained, salty spend coating your mouth in haste. 

He groans loudly as he reaches down to cradle your jaw, slowly sliding your mouth off of him. You swallow his spend and sit back on your heels, looking up at him innocently. 

“On your knees, baby. Ass up.” He pats the spot next to him on the couch, and you happily oblige. He pulls the skirt of your uniform up over your hips and slides your wet panties down your legs so you’re on full display for him. 

You feel his hands slide over the globe of your ass, spreading you apart to get a good look at all of you. You suck in a breath for a second before you feel his fingers slide through your slick folds once more, teasing you so. 

“You ever had a man touch you back here? Pretty little thing.” He asks as his thumb circles the tight ring of your ass. 

“No.” You moan, closing your eyes as you press a cheek to the couch cushion. 

“Hm. ‘S a shame. Feels real good.” 

“Please, Joel.” You truly weren’t above begging for this man to touch you in any way possible. 

“Please what, sugar?” 

“Please—please touch me. Make me feel good. Even better than I already feel.” 

You turn your head more to lock eyes with him staring down at you with a look of determination and hunger. 

He keeps his eyes locked on you as he grabs his half-hard cock, reaching to the coffee table beside you both to grab the foil packet you didn’t even see until this very moment. 

He rips it open and slides it on before sliding his cock through your slick folds. You sigh in pleasure as your eyes flutter shut for a brief second before you open them again as his tip notches your entrance. 

“You ready baby?” 

You nod your head, but he shakes his. 

“Need your words this time darlin’.” 

“Yes Joel. Please.” 

He sinks into you slowly, his girth stretching you out so deliciously. It stung a little, because in truth, you’ve never been with anyone his size. 

Once he’s fully sheathed into you, he shoots you that same wicked grin before letting spit slowly dribble out of his mouth and onto your asshole. 

“Oh fuck me,” You whisper, moaning as his thumb circles the tight ring once again. “Please.” You say, and he hooks his thumb gently into you. 

You feel so full like this, barely even able to comprehend the fact that you’re about to get fucked by your favorite adult content creator. 

Joel starts to rock his hips slowly at first, moaning at how tight you are. He picks up his pace once you’re both comfortable and it feels like he’s punching your fucking gut. 

It’s almost unbearable— but the pleasure outweighs the pain by a mile. He’s rocking his hips so hard that the couch starts to scrape onto the floor, nothing but skin  slapping on skin. You feel a sting on your left asscheek and moan at the contact, realizing Joel had slapped you. 

He does it again, and again, and again, until tears are in your eyes and you can no longer bear the sting. 

“Pussy feels so fuckin’ good baby. Was meant to take this cock, hm?” He says through gritted teeth, and you can’t help but agree with him. 

His hand slides up your back and reaches your hair, pulling it so your head tilts upward. 

“So fuckin’ pretty like this. Love the way you feel around me.” He confesses, taking his thumb out of your tight muscle before wrapping his other arm around your torso once, only to pull you upright this time. 

He’s pistoning into you as you lean back onto his body. His hand wraps gently around your throat as he scatters more kisses onto your jawline and up your earlobe. 

“Can I?” He asks, and you choke out a meek yes. 

His large hand wraps all the way around your throat, squeezing the sides. Joel turns his head down to look at you, all helpless as he fucks you relentlessly. 

Your jaw hangs open and your eyes are squeezed shut, relishing in the all-consuming feeling of Joel. 

Joel, Joel, Joel. 

You open your eyes as you plead his name, feeling another orgasm burning within you. 

He moves his fingers up from your throat to grab at your jaw, forcing your mouth open as he spits into it. 

“Swallow.” He commands, and you don’t question him one bit. 

He likes seeing you like this—submissive and practically breedable—and yet, he barely knew you. He knew he wanted that to change after this, though.

“Joel I’m gonna come.” Your voice is hoarse and desperate, trying so hard to keep the feeling of pleasure at bay. 

It was no use, though. The way he was looking at you made you want to fucking risk it all, and when he finally bent his face down to kiss you, you knew it was a wrap. 

You both moaned into each other’s mouths as your tongues tangled together, tasting each other and exploring one another. 

It wasn’t long before the coil finally snapped for you, and seconds later, him as well. You both panted heavily as you were submerged in the post-coital bliss. 

“You did so good, baby. Hopefully I lived up to your expectations.” 

You huff a laugh at his words as he pulls out of you and  shuffles himself down onto the couch, pulling you on top of him. He kisses the top of your head as he plays with your hair, a strange feeling blooming in his chest as you both enjoy the presence of one another. 

One thing’s for sure and two things for certain: 

You’re everything he’s wanted, and he didn’t even know how to tell you. There was no way he was letting you go now. 

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Cactus Gorge (Sternclay)

For the yeehawgust "chaps n spurs" prompt poll, the tied winner was "cactus blossom." This fill is NSWF and does reference violence.

Cactus Blossom Gorge is said to be the prettiest place west of the Rockies. In the spring, the cacti bloom in waves of pink and orange, leaving the air almost candied in its sweetness and the vistas like a watercolor. 

Barclay’s never had a reason to be in the canyon until now; it’s a day's ride from town, is steep and treacherous to descend, and is rumored to be home to a race of monsters. So, the fact that the blossoms can be boiled into syrups that make desserts taste amazing (and sell out faster than his flapjacks) has always taken second place to staying alive.

He wouldn’t be here now if it weren’t for the fucking kidnapping. 

He’d been hired out as a day cook for a party of wealthy tourists from back east. He didn’t take those jobs often, but with summer on the horizon, visitors to Kepler Desert will get scarcer, so he took the generous fee and left Moira to run the kitchen. 

It should have been easy; pack a picnic and drinks, show off cooking on the campfire at dusk, then call it a day. But the group hired a guide they met at the station, rather than asking in town. 

Turns out the guide was a member of the Copperhead Gang, looking for a fat mouse to lead straight into a trap. 

So now he’s stuck here, five days later, arms tied except for when the bandits demand he cook something. They’ve left his legs undone, because his first escape attempt was also his last; he can afford the broken nose. If they get his fingers, like they promised they would, he’ll be fucked when he gets back home. 

If he gets back home. 

He’s laying on his side, in the shade of a boulder, wondering if anyone is looking for him. Mama, Aubrey, all his friends, they must be worried sick, must know what happened. The gang left the bodies there for the coyotes, after all. 

But what if the sheriff and his men assumed Barclay’s body had just been dragged off? Told everyone it was a shame, that they’d catch the varmits eventually (as they’ve been saying for the last four months, in spite of there now being bounty hunters prowling the desert, looking to catch what they clearly can’t).

Dirt crunches behind him. Before he can sit up, a kick catches his upper back. 

“Up. Buddy shot some quails.”

Barclay spends the sunset plucking the birds, cooking them over the fire. Sprinkles a seasoning blend over them; he intended to make these assholes eat the blandest food alive, but after they threatened to cut out his tongue since it was clear he wasn’t using it to taste, he’s been using his special mixture on sad stews and shot birds.

The leader, Bobby, snarls that he better not overcook it. Or he’ll end up like the last cook. 

Barclay tries not to think about the last cook. The guy must have had friends and family, must have sat by the fire with these same copperheads circling him, hoping someone would save him. 

(“Copperheads” he can hear his friend Duck’s voice in his head, “we ain’t even got those out here.”)

The meal is good enough to keep him alive, though he gets ash kicked on his shirt and nearly in his eyes for trying to snag a stray piece of skin. 

Then he’s tied up by the boulder once again, eyes stinging, stomach rumbling, and hope fading. 

It’s when empty plates are being scraped that one of the men says, “Where’d Mike go?”

“Powder room.” Bobby chuckles, still pleased with his idea to call the privacy granted by some stones twenty paces from camp. 

“No I know, but he’s not back. Ain’t been since the start of dinner.”

“Then eat his share and shut up.”

“I’m worried-”

“Then you go check on him.”

A set of footsteps disappears into the darkness. 

“Boss!” Buddy’s call is cut off, like someone knocked him out. 

“What in the hell-” Another of the men, the one closest to Barclay, stands. Barclay rolls over in time to see him disappear the moment he steps out of the shrinking ring of firelight. 

Guns are drawn now and Barclay curls further against the rock as bullets ricochet off stones and get stuck in cacti. A rock hit’s one of the remaining three men in the head, and when they all turn to shoot at the thrower, Barclay watches a huge, lithe figure dart past the fire, a tail kicking up sand to douse the flames. 

The darkness only makes the gang fire more panicked shots. One man turns to flee, only to scream a moment later, and then there’s a horrible, clicking sound as the remaining henchman is dragged from view by clawed hands. 

“Come out and fight me, fucker!” Bobby screams. 

The monster is back, leaping from the surrounding boulders directly onto the outlaw. There’s a struggle, a moment of panicked, sobbing screaming, and then nothing as the creature sinks its teeth into Bobby’s neck. 

Barclay is shaking, hands over his mouth, praying to anything that might listen that the thing hasn’t seen him. 

The narrow head raises, then snaps his direction. Eyes, glowing eerily, faintly blue, lock onto him, and the beast stands. 

Barclay closes his eyes. But the creature doesn’t move. 

Or he thinks it doesn’t. When he opens them, it’s nearly to him on silent, clawed feet. 

At this point he’s hiding his face in his arms, trying to do something, anything, rather than shake and whimper like a whipped dog. 

“It’s okay.” The monster’s tone is cool but not unkind, and Barclay does not feel any less like a hound when it says, “it’s okay. I won’t hurt you.”

He freezes as it grips his arms, but a moment later the ropes drop away. 

“Can you stand?”

He nods, lets the creature lift him until he has no choice but to take his weight or risk his feet leaving the dirt. Then the hands retreat, falling by dark-furred thighs. Barclay wills himself to look up; the monster is a head taller than him, face close to that of a wolf yet narrower, with a small mane of fur. It’s arms and legs are long, it’s tail like one of the lizards Duck is always trying to get to eat the ants who attack his garden. Short spines sit along it’s back from below it’s shoulders to it’s tailbone. 

It takes Barclay a moment to register that the spines are poking through a men's shirt. No, not poking, it looks like it’s been tailored to let them through. 

He looks down again; since when do monsters wear pants?

“Since I was able to get some made to fit. But I’m guessing you didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

“S-sorry.” He looks away, “I, I don’t, I can’t…” he hugs himself, “what’s going on?”

“The short version is I don’t believe in letting murderers escape justice. The longer version is I’m a bounty hunter, they’re my quarry, and your friends back in Kepler will be so glad to see you.”

“How did-”

“You’re Barclay Cobb, right?” 

“Yeah. Yeah I am.” He feels like he’s speaking from far away. Like he’s about to wake up and discover he’s still tied by the boulder. He shivers; it gets so cold in the canyons at night, it isn’t fair. 

“I’m Joseph.” The monster extends his hand and Barclay shakes it, “Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable for the night, Mr. Cobb.” 

“You can call me Barclay. Basically everyone does.”

A smile, charming in spite of the sharp teeth, “I can manage that.”

He follows his rescuer out of the camp, doing his best to pick his way over small rocks and patches of plants without any moonlight for help. After his third, near-miss with a cactus, Joseph pauses. 

“Do you want to take my hand? Night vision has its perks.”

Barclay takes the offered hand, holding tighter than he really means to as Joseph winds them through the canyon and up onto a ledge the size of a homestead. Barclay can make out the shape of an abandoned Pony Express depot; they’d tried to place one here once upon a time, only to half complete it before the express stopped running. 

Joseph holds the door, allowing Barclay to pass inside. He stands awkwardly in the dark as there’s a rustling of a drawer, a thwick of a match, and a lantern springing to life. 

The inside of the building is shockingly tidy; there’s a small bookshelf, a bed that’s been made as neatly as if they were in a hotel, and small wardrobe that looks like it’s been fucking dusted. 

He glances down at himself and growls in frustrated disgust; his clothes are a mess of dust, sweat, spit, and blood both his own and not. 

“Let’s see, order of operations…” Joseph is moving through clearly familiar motions, lighting lamps and opening doors, checking cabinets and running his claws though the fur atop his head. 

“Please tell me there’s somewhere I can rinse off? Or change?”

“There’s a spring in the hillside. I have a towel somewhere, and I should be able to find you something of mine to wear.”

Barclay looks toward the back door where Joseph gestured. He can’t go out there. What if the gang isn’t all dead, what if one of them comes looking, what if Joseph isn’t the only one of his kind out here and the others aren’t nearly as friendly-

“Or” Joseph is studying his face, taking in his huddled posture, “I could fetch a few buckets of water and bring them in.”

“Please?”

“Make yourself comfortable.” Joseph picks up two wooden buckets and slips through the door. Barclay hears that same clicking, not as menacing, and the words, “here Nessa, brought you some blossoms.”

Barclay is still trying to figure out why someone like Joseph needs to ride a horse when his host returns, buckets sloshing slightly as Barclay holds the door for him. 

“Here we go.” Joseph pulls over a stool, then sorts through the wardrobe, pulling out a washcloth and a bar of ivory soap and presenting them to Barclay, “there’s not much privacy so I, um” his spines ripple a moment, “I promise I’ll keep my eyes elsewhere.”

“Don’t mind if you peek, not like I haven’t been naked around guys before. But if you want a show, I might charge you.” 

Fuck, where did that come from? 

“Sorry, I, that was weird.” 

Joseph lays a hand on his forearm, “You don’t need to apologize. You’ve been out here for close to a week, scared out of your mind and being mistreated. People say all kinds of things when they’re stressed. Or coming out of it.”

The hand retreats, the claws brushing his skin making him want to sigh and melt, to beg Joseph to trace them over him again. 

The water is cold, Barclay’s skin going goosebumped after only a few minutes of scrubbing himself, but just being able to get clean makes him want to cry with relief. 

When he’s done, he hangs the cloth on the little washline strung up on one of the windows, and picks up the towel Joseph left for him. He turns as he finishes tying it around his waist, and catches Joseph looking quickly back down at the newspaper he’s reading at the little table. 

“I found a shirt that should work” Joseph stands, handing him the white fabric, “but none of my pants will fit you. The ones I wear, you’ll be swimming in, and the ones I have for a human body won’t fit someone as big as you.” His eyes stay politely on Barclay’s face, but the spines ripple again, “this should at least let you make a very comfy skirt.”

“Thanks.” Barclay takes the clothes, pulls on the shirt and wraps the soft blanket around his waist in place of the towel as Joseph pours them water and sets out a handkerchief with some hard tack and cured, even harder sausage. 

He sips his water, finds it floral and bright, “Cactus blossoms?”

“It’s what I grew up putting in water jugs. If you don’t like it I can-”

“No, no I like it. Just surprised me. Kind of a delicacy up in town.” He takes another sip, “does that mean you, like, live down here?”

“Only sometimes; it’s often a better base camp if I’m hunting than town is. And since this stretch of canyon technically is my family territory, it does feel like home.” 

Something about the way he says ‘technically” suggests a sore spot, and so Barclay flicks his gaze to the folded newspaper, looking for a new topic. 

“You were solving the chess problem?”

A smile, “Yes! This was a quick one, at least for me. Do you want to give it a try?”

“Maybe after dinner. I try to solve those when it’s slow at the Lodge. I like the little mystery they’ve been running in the town paper lately, too.”

“Yes.” Joseph nods emphatically, “those are so tricky, I love the challenge.”

“Y’know they’re actually by the McElroy’s youngest? Kid’s got quite a mind for puzzles.” He snickers, “they’ve been coming to Lodge long enough I remember when his brother went through a phase where he’d only eat beans.”

“At the restaurant or…”

“Nope, period, poor Mrs. McElroy kept coming to me for recipes…”

They eat up the remainder of their dry, but pleasant, dinner discussing some of Barclay’s stranger customer requests, and Joseph’s memory of a fellow bounty hunter who seemed to survive on Parsons Cashews alone. 

Joseph insists Barclay take the bed for the evening, so he settles himself on top of the quilt with the chess puzzle as Joseph snuffs out all but the nearest lamp and goes to check on Nessa one final time. 

Barclay holds his breath the entire time his host is outside, afraid he’ll hear a thud and then a human face will peer through the door. 

Joseph returns unscathed, tipping the last of the water into Barclay’s cup before setting himself in a chair with a book of ghost stories. The wind in the canyon is picking up, carrying blossoms past the windows as it rattles them. 

Once he solves the puzzle, Barclay flips to a new page, reading the mystery for the day and solving it a bit faster than he’d hoped. Then he reads the news, then the want ads, then advertisements. 

He’s considering starting the paper all over again when Joseph yawns, “I think we ought to turn in for the night. We have a long ride back to town tomorrow.”

“Yeah. Good point.” Barclay sets the paper away and crawls beneath the blankets. Joseph murmurs a goodnight and Barclay responds with the same. 

Then he lays there. Wide awake. His brain plays the same song of “what if” over and over again; what if Joseph didn’t get them all? What if one escaped and brought back friends? What if Bobby was just playing dead and is waiting for them to sleep so he can sneak in and gut Barclay like a trout?

The window shakes again and he winces. 

“Everything okay?” Joseph’s eyes glow up at him from the floor. 

“Are you sure they’re all dead?”

Joseph sits up, “No. Because I didn’t kill them.”

“What?” 

“I paralyzed them. My bite can do that, and I have enough practice to know how hard and long a bite I need to give in order to keep them out and immobile until I can round them tomorrow and take them into town. I…prefer to at least let there be a trial before someone dies. If you hadn’t been here I might have just tossed them all into the cart I have waiting and started for town, but you needed rest. And care. Besides” his smile is a little bitter, and a little ashamed, “I also don’t feel too bad if someone who murders people in cold blood loses a toe to a coyote because my bite has them too paralyzed to run.”

Barclay nods, trying to take all that in at once. 

Joseph leans forward, resting a hand on his knee, “I’m good at what I do, Barclay. But even if somehow, someone slipped out of it and came here, I wouldn’t let them hurt you.”

“Thank you.” He takes Joseph’s hand, clinging to it, “fuck, I’m sorry, I know we need to sleep but I can’t, it’s awful, I keep jumping at every sound and when I close my eyes I see them leering over me or, or I see, see what they did, what I only survived because they’d seen me at the campfire.” He holds tighter, “I’m so tired. I could barely sleep because of how scared I was, or because they thought it was fucking funny to kick me awake.”

A low, rapid click, as Joseph’s tail twitches. Then he clears his throat, rubbing his thumb over Barclay’s knuckles, “Is there some way to help you relax.”

He starts to shake his head, then meets Joseph’s eyes, “What happens if you give someone a little bite?”

The spines straighten a moment, then relax, “It depends on how little. If it’s very small, it will produce a sense of relaxation and mild euphoria. You’ll still be lucid, but it might be easier to sleep if your body isn’t holding all that tension.” 

“Please bite me.” 

“You’re sure? I can try to think of something else, I don’t want it to backfire and leave you feeling helpless or like I’m hurting you-”

“Please” He says again, rolling onto his side, “I…I trust you.”

Joseph studies his face a moment, then lifts Barclay’s left hand. Carefully, he brings the tip of the thumb to his mouth, parting his lips. A hint of pressure, then a sting, and before Barclay even finishes gasping his monster is setting his hand gingerly back down on the mattress. 

“How long does…does..” he blinks, suddenly finding his legs and neck heavy, but not unpleasantly so.

Joseph chuckles, “It happens incredibly quickly. In humans it’s almost instantaneous, but even for my kind, a bite only takes thirty seconds at most to kick in.”

“You bite each other? Like when you’re fighting?” The image of Joseph attacking Bobby comes back to him, but this time his mind lingers on how graceful Joseph was, how swiftly and smoothly he rescued him. 

“Sometimes, but we love a debate more than a fistfight for settling arguments. Even if the debates take longer and can result in more bad blood in the end. But we do more biting with, um, with mates. Lovers. These mouths aren’t exactly as easy to kiss with as a human one is, so love biting takes its place.” The spines are rippling again, and Joseph is looking away from him. 

Barclay reaches down, pulling Joseph’s hand up to his mouth. Then he turns it, palm up, and bites down on the soft, short fur and the skin beneath. 

Joseph yips, surprised, but doesn’t pull away until Barclay lets him go. 

“It’s not nice to tease, big guy.” He murmurs, tracing a line along the edge of Barclay’s beard. 

“Not teasing. Was trying to kiss you. Besides, you just called me big guy.”

“It slipped out.” Joseph’s posture suggests he’s blushing, “Barclay, you’re incredibly handsome, and I’d fuck you in a heartbeat if I knew that’s what you wanted. But I don’t want you to do anything with me you might regret. Like sleeping with someone whose appearance scares the hell out of you.”

“I mean, it did.” Barclay tries to scoot closer but can’t without risking falling out of bed, “but it doesn’t now. Now I know you’re Joseph and not just something waiting in the dark to tear my throat out. And you’re, uh, It’s” he drags a hand over his face, “I almost never find guys who are bigger than me and it’s so fucking hot and it makes me feel so safe. Felt that way before you bit me, too.”

“In that case…” Joseph pulls the blanket off him, “you can bite me as many times as you like.”

Barclay undoes the knot on his makeshift skirt as quickly as his fingers allow, letting it fall open under Joseph’s appreciative gaze. A different noise bubbles from the monster’s throat, more a purr than a click, and he bends forward, tongue longer than humans lapping at Barclay’s cock as he cradles it in one palm. 

“Ohhhhfuck, fuck, Joseph it, that feels incredible.” He’s heard of people paying to have wax dripped on them during sex, and maybe that’s because it feels like this; warm without being painful, smooth as it covers his skin and leaves him tingling. 

“Better test it a few more times to be sure.” Joseph swirls his tongue over the head, licks lovingly up and down his shaft from every side. The claws of his free hand run with a comforting prickle along Barclay’s thigh and card through the hair on his stomach and chest with obvious pleasure. 

He’s weightless, he’s in heaven, he’s getting the best head of his life. 

And he’s not getting hard. 

“Fuck” he groans, frustrated. 

Joseph sits up, though his hand continues stroking and teasing Barclay’s cock, “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t, I think I’m too exhausted, or stressed or something, I can’t get it up, I’m sorry.”

“My sweet Barclay. That’s nothing to apologize for.” Joseph leans down, nuzzling his cheek, “All you have to do right now is let me take care of you, however feels good. Besides” the tongue drags up his throat, “who said anything about us needing your cock?”

“Fuck, yes” Barclay tries to spread his legs, but they feel as if they’re too heavy, or as if he’s too far away from them somehow.

“Oh, big guy, has it been too long?” He says it with genuine sympathy as he rolls Barclay onto his front.

“Uh huh, fuck, people get one look at my dick and they, they think I wanna be in charge, wanna be on top, fuck” he gasps, clutching for the pillows as Joseph’s tongue runs from his neck down to his ass. 

“Well, they can have their narrow ideas while you and I have a great time.” Joseph nuzzles the top of his head this time with a happy sigh, “now, be a good boy and hold still for me.”

“You’re not gonna prep me?” Fear reemerges, threatening to spread through his system in a wave. 

“It’s a little different with my, well, set-up,” 

Barclay glances back; Joseph’s cock is thinner than a humans but a good seven or eight inches long, absolutely dripping with something golden and sticky,  with short, knobbly spines scattered across it. 

“They won’t hurt. Here, feel.” He rubs the shaft along Barclays ass with a hungry growl as the spines bend, soft and flexible. 

“Okay.” Barclay takes a deep breath, spreading his knees wider, “okay.”

The tip of the cock presses into him with ease, whatever’s slicking its way seeming to open him as it does. Joseph wraps an arm around his middle, sets the other hand on top of Barclay’s own, “I’ve got you big guy.”

Joseph works his hips in short, deliberate thrusts, his cocking sliding deeper and deeper until he’s flush against Barclay’s ass and Barclay is nearly clawing the sheets from how good it feels. The spines rub against him, finding sensitive spots he’s not even sure he knew existed before now as Joseph’s breathing picks up. 

“You feel so good, big guy. I think I might just stay here all night. If you can’t sleep, I could just keep fucking you until you’re too tire to keep your eyes open.”

“Fuck, yeah” He moans, trying to push back to meet the thrusts but finding his limbs to relaxed to do anything but keep him how Joseph has arranged him. 

“Mmmm” Joseph laughs into his neck, then trills and clicks when Barclay turns to nip at his forearm, “maybe that’s my real reward for this bounty. Not the money, but the chance to demand that because I saved your life, I get to find you every night and fuck you until you’re dripping and so relaxed that all you can do lay there and let me be good to you.”

“Yes, fuck, yes, Josephohfuck” His toes curl as Joseph picks up the pace, his cock finally responding to being ground against the bed. 

“That’s it big guy, let go for me. You’re mine, I’ve got you, I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again, I take care of you, I will, ohfuck, shit” he pulses into Barclay, working his hips frantically as Barclay rocks against the quilt, desperate to cum. Eventually Joseph gets his breath back, little clicks and purrs leaving him as he whispers, “I love feeling watching you fuck my cum back into that perfect ass.”

Barclay cums with a weak cry against the sheets, Joseph rubbing his sides and doing his best to kiss his shoulders as he shakes and twitches through it. 

There’s a mess on the quilt the instant he pulls out, but neither of them minds. Instead, Joseph curls around him, promising him he’s safe, telling him how wonderfully he did, and Barclay falls asleep petting soft, black fur. 

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Barclay steps into the morning light to find Joseph hitching Nessa to a wagon full of bleary-eyed, terrified outlaws who, upon seeing Barclay, begin begging him not to let the monster get them. 

“It’s funny, what heat and liquor can do a man.” Joseph produces a silver ring and slips it over his finger. Suddenly there’s no monster to be seen, just a tall, black-haired man with blue eyes and the most charming smile Barclay’s ever seen. 

“Agreed. Makes people see things that aren’t there.” Barclay steps beside Joseph, ignoring the ongoing shouts from the wagon to press a kiss to his cheek. 

Joseph passes him the reins to one of the outlaw’s horses, “We should hit Kepler before sunset. I need to take these men to the jail and collect my bounty.”

“Any idea what you’re gonna spend it on?” Barclay climbs into the saddle and Joseph does the same. 

The bounty hunter sets a black hat onto his head as blossoms begin dancing in the breeze, “How about taking you to dinner?”

[childlikegoblinqueen]

Huntlow Week Day 1: Prompt Halloween/Hooty

"Oh! Good evening Hunter!"

A sliver of light passed over Hunter's body from the inside of the Park house.

He'd knocked.

He had.

Willow liked the danger of Hunter sneaking in through her balcony, and though she'd offered to "magic him up" with vines, or to have Clover fly him up, tonight of all nights, Hunter opted to act appropriately and knock.

Slowly, the door cracked open and a small sliver of warm light slid out from the Park's kitchen in a line over Hunter's head.

"Ah! Hunter. Good evening!" Harvey Park smiled. "Please come on in!

"Thank you Mr. Park!" Hunter gave a small smile and Harvey opened the door even wider which made Hunter's smile wider as well.

"Gilbert's out getting some last minute grosseries for dinner, and Willow's upstairs waiting for you!"

"Yessir!" Hunter bowed his head only to feel Harvey's sturdy hand on his shoulder.

"Of course." Harvey chuckled. "And Hunter? I do hope one day you will call me Harvey?"

"I hope so too." Hunter whispered.

Within seconds he had rushed up the stairs, with a thick tapping sound from his pink crocs. He reached another door covered in pictures of various types of flora and knocked again.

"Trick or treat!" Hunter sang out as Willow's sunny face answered.

"BOTH!" She answered, pulling him in as quickly as she shut the door behind them.

Then, Willow Park had Hunter in her arms. She tackled him gently and they fell on the floor in breathless peels of laughter.

Hunter let out a snort and lifted his hands , "I SURRENDER!" he shouted. "I AM AT YOUR MERCY! ANYTHING YOU WANT! IT'S YOURS!"

"Pfft! You're being a pushover on purpose." Willow teased. She laid her head across his chest, ear to the place she had told him so many times was best to hear his heartbeat. "Did you bring the goods?" She whispered.

"Check my bag." Hunter nodded.

They sat up as Willow dug her hands through his school bag pulling out a big pillow case full of every kind of Human Realm Candy possible.

"W-we probably should wait until after dinner before we get started on that." Hunter rubbed the back of his neck as he watched his girlfriend line up each piece of candy in order of what she liked to eat first.

"Hunter?" Willow stopped a moment. She looked at him with a soft smile. "Are you sure you're not mad that Gus is over with Luz and the others for Halloween?"

Hunter shook his head. Gently, he pressed his hand against his chest where Flapjack lay. "I get it. Maybe one day I'll be ready to do a real Human Realm Halloween again? But I wouldn't want to hold anyone else back." He felt a sharpness behind his throat. "Are you disappointed?" he whispered. "I mean, that you aren't over there now?"

Willow's cheeks went pink. "Nah." She waived her hand and shuffled a bit more through the pillowcase. "Getting to do Halloween last year was fun and all ... until ... you know. Until it wasn’t?" Her eyes watered a bit. "But there's a lot of things I get to do this year that's even better?"

"Yeah? Like what?" Hunter gave his girlfriend a lopsided grin. From the look on Willow's face he knew that she'd found it. The one thing he'd hidden in the bag of Reeses', and Hersey Bars, and those weird triangle things that Luz insisted were "loser candy." And then, Hunter felt his grin spread.

Gingerly, Willow opened the box of Pocky and slid out one long thin cookie, resting the chocolate covered side between her full lips. With the tips of her fingers she drew his chin closer towards her own. As Hunter began to eat one side as Willow ate the other, meeting in the middle in a soft, sweet crumb covered kiss.

"I get to do stuff like that." Willow whispered as Hunter felt his ears light up.

"Mmmmmmm." He hummed. "That was nice."

"You wanna have another piece?" She whispered.

A sliver of guilt filled Hunter's stomach. "B-but your dads are gonna be calling us down for dinner soon?"

"Maybe?" Willow shrugged. She crawled closer, placing the new stick between her lips and with a devious laugh, she rumbled, “But it is Halloween, and I think we're required to spoil our dinner with something sweet."

And without any further argument, Hunter closed the space between them with another kiss.

[chaifootsteps]

Let's show some love to ACTUAL Indie Animation projects because Viv doesn't deserve it and the reasons why I find them amazing so they deserve a shout-out so people can support them :

Ramshackle - One of the bigger shows on this list. The art style is so unique, the colors remind me of Flapjack and there was so much work put into it. Started off as a thesis film and comic and now they have a trailer out? Amazing!

Lumi and the Great Big Galaxy - One that's ramping up a lot of attention very quickly and for good reason. The art style is so cute, the characters are adorably designed, really reminds me of Cartoon Network shows when they were good. Evan is so sweet and you can tell there's so much love and care put into this show.

TADC - Do I really need to say more? It's so damn good!

Adventure Noises* (Studio) - They're indie but have a lot of productions under their belt currently and my god they all look so well done, the crew are the nicest people and have the most adorable little mascot.

Ringmaster's Odyssey - One of the newest and smallest additions to this list. The art style reminds me of a mashup between Anime and Disney, the story is interesting and has such funny humor behind it, the creator is doing everything solo, there's so much passion going into this and it's a crime this one has barely any following.

Black Pines - The colors, the art style and the story looks so cool, like an ARG and giving 'found footage', so is perfect for Halloween. The crew is small but there's a lot of work going into it, again, a crime that this one is flying under the radar.

Sinking Road - This one gives me the vibe of old cartoons with its designs, colors, humor, and rubber hose style animation that has such a nice charm to it, the creator is also working overtime constantly putting out new animations, art and is just so goofy, I love it.

T.H.O.T (The Heroes of Tomorrow) - Again, one of the newer and smaller additions to Indie Animation. Not only does the story look so good but from what I've seen it's also really funny, there is so much creativity going on here, and the creator is also so wholesome and supportive of other indie creators, going out of their way to do art of other shows too. Once again, another indie show that is criminally under-followed.

Also The Sunflower Club, they're doing so much to help support Indie Animation by helping to bring this community together and work so hard, I really can't praise them enough for everything they're doing. They also have their own production underway, Antipasto, which has such an adorable art style.

Please, I beg of you guys that truly want Indie Animation to succeed, these are the ones that I feel are up-and-coming. These are the ones that I feel will be something big and deserve to have more eyes on them with so much potential, they need a little jump start to help them on their way.

Definitely going to check out some of these! Thanks for this excellent list of suggestions!

[transastronautistic]

Can we get a Sweet Bean update? 😿(I know it's Sunday but hoping you got some news)

Whoops only just seeing this but I appreciate you checking in! As of this morning, she’s home!!

(ID: pics of a calico cat snoozing on a blue cushion / walking around a fenced backyard / nuzzling her head into a human’s chest.)

CW: major pet illness — while under observation at the emergency vet on Saturday (previous post about that for anyone who didn't see), she had two more seizures. They sedated her and got her started on phenobarbital. Thankfully she had no more seizures through the night or on Sunday, but Sunday evening she was still heavily affected by the meds so they kept her overnight a second night 😭

But this morning she was able to stand on her own, so I was able to go get her!

For the first 30 minutes home she was stumbling around pacing back and forth downstairs and into the backyard, eating a little then walking around more. It took a while for her to finally settle down a little bit. And now, two hours after getting home, she’s finally sleeping.

This sweet bean almost definitely either had a stroke or has a tumor — so please send all the prayers / good vibes her way! She’ll be on phenobarbital for the foreseeable future and possibly for the rest of her life (and she hates pills so I could really use some prayers that she’ll take them easily through food…)

Send her little bro Flapjack good vibes too — he’s been really stressed about this whole situation, but he’s being good so far about giving her space, keeping an eye on her from afar.

(ID: a gray and white cat stooping like a gargoyle on top of a cat tree lol)

…Also I know it’s silly when I should just be relieved she’s home, but Leah and I also had to cancel our anniversary getaway we were going to go on next week and i’m really sad about that. But mostly grateful the bean is home and ready to do whatever it takes to keep her comfortable and safe 🌼

[taiyaki-translations]

Intelligence - Disclosure 2

Season: Spring Characters: Jun, Kanata, Yuzuru, Kaoru Translator: taiyaki-translations ENG Proofreader: sunnyskiestls (Kanata), verdantcrimson (Yuzuru)

Jun: Oh… Is this a whale shark? It’s my first time seeing one.

Even though it has a cute face, it’s pretty big and impressive, isn’t it~ It’s kinda awe-inspiring.

Kanata: Fufufu~ Because it’s a wild “creature”, it’s not just cute.

That is also part of the charm of the “creatures” of the sea, don't you think? ♪

Jun: Ooh~ I’m learning a lot.

Anyways, Shinkai-senpai is seriously managing an aquarium, huh?

I was shocked when I heard about it from Ohii-san. Aside from Ibara, there are a lot of other idols who are business owners too~? It's like you guys are from a different world, y’know?

Thanks to you, I could come here to prepare for the aquarium location shoot. …Thank you for this opportunity.

Kanata: No, no~ It makes me happy that Jun has taken an “interest” in the “aquarium” ♪

Besides, I have “business”, so I had a reason to come here. It worked out.

I was surprised—even though you are called “Sazanami” (1), you have never been to the “aquarium”. But now, you know more about it, right?

Jun: Definitely. I’m grateful to have Shinkai-senpai acting as my guide. I was able to learn about all the sea creatures from start ‘til end~♪

Next time, please let me return the favor somehow. I’m used to doing stuff for Ohii-san every day, so if you ever need help with anything, I can lend a hand if I’m around.

Kanata: Jun, you are a “humble, kind” boy, aren’t you~?

By the way, I have a “present” for you.

There's no “certificate of completion”, so please take this instead ♪

Jun: Oh, what’s this, a headband?

Kanata: Yes, “Aoumi Aquarium”’s special, the “mendako (2)” headband ♪

Jun: I see…? I’m thankful for the gift, but wearing it is a bit embarrassing…?

Kanata: …(looks at Jun expectantly)

Jun: Mm~ Looks like I have no choice…

It can’t be helped. There’s nobody around here that I know, so I’ll try putting it on for a bit~...?

…Is this okay, Shinkai-senpai?

Kanata: My “eyes” did not deceive me. As expected of someone named “Sazanami”, you are a child of the sea… ♪

Jun: Hm~ I’m a guy wearing an octopus headband… Feels kinda weird.

Uwah. Seeing my reflection in the glass is even more embarrassing! …Can I take it off now?

Kanata: Ehh~... That’s a shame, it fits you so well.

Kaoru: Uh huh. It suits you, what a shame indeed~

Yuzuru: So this is the long-awaited aquarium. Shall we take a commemorative photo?

Jun: Uwah!? How long have you been watching!?

Yuzuru: We have been here since Sazanami-sama enthusiastically put on the octopus headband.

Jun: There’s no way you'd count that as enthusiastic!?

Kaoru: Huh~? That’s what it looked like to me, though?

…Nah. Just kidding, just kidding ♪ We came here to look for Kanata-kun, actually.

Yuzuru: I attempted to make an appointment with Shinkai-sama, but heard nothing back. Since my phone call didn’t go through, I asked his roommate, Hiyori-sama,  to tell me where he was.

Jun: Ohii-san… Even though I told him not to come, he still has some nerve to send someone I know here, huh~

Kaoru: Fufu, we were asking about Kanata-kun’s whereabouts though, not Sazanami-kun’s~? So I think he kept his word, didn’t he?

Anyway, Kanata-kun, Fushimi-kun seems to have a lot of questions for you, so would it be okay for you to talk to him?

Kanata: Hmhm. I just checked my “smartphone”.

Yuzuru wants to learn about the “management” of the “Aoumi Aquarium”, right?

It’s not that I can’t teach you… But, I do have a separate “matter” to deal with first,  so could you give me a “moment”...?

The truth is, the reason I came to “Aoumi Aquarium” was to do an “investigation”. 

Does anyone know anything about the “Mendako alien” that’s been appearing in the dorms?

Yuzuru & Kaoru: Mendako alien…?

Translation Notes: 1. Jun’s last name is 漣 which means “ripple (on water).”  2. Mendako (メンダコ) is Japanese for the flapjack octopus, which I will keep untranslated for the sake of better dialogue flow. 

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as the OG source of the A Little Kindness AU aka Raine adopting Hunter I would LOVE to know how you would change it to be canon compliant. i mean obviously the reveal would be after everything, but god just imagine Hunter worrying about his anonymous friend/caretaker and he finds out its the FUCKING OWL LADY'S PARTNER and hes just so happy theyre ok and to know who helped him out all the time but also OH TITAN LUZ IS GONNA BE HIS SISTER EVEN MORE NOW!

~adoption anon

the little gray box who started it all!!!! welcome back

good lord there would be so many overhauls...just so incredibly many I gotta try to break it all down to smaller sections to even get. a glimpse

1) okay so as we have learned Raine was NOT, in fact, under any mind control, just pulling the biggest brained move on Snapdragon she ever did see. so raine doesn't even go missing in the first place, if anything they might halt the notes altogether but still remain in the castle just because they were under constant vigilance and meeting eda again mightve made them triply afraid of getting other people involved with their work. hunter stresses about it, as you do, but flapjack isn't freaking out cause HE'S seen raine's face, and he knows that they're fine, but he has no idea what happened, so Hunter is less concerned since Flapjack isn't. not by a lot tho.

2) so INSTEAD of Hunter booking it to Luz to plead for help on some criminals, he instead takes all of this suppressed fear and worry and stress and just kinda. balls it up. and then shoves all of it out in the open during Eclipse Lake. he goes HARD trying to get that Titan's Blood and the thing where he tried to relate to Amity over being a failure? he doubles down on that shit TREMENDOUSLY and their shared failing to live up to what other ppl wanted and pushing away their friends (granted Amity actually pushed Willow away to try and help, Hunter didn't push Raine away he just thought he did). you think his breakdown in Eclipse Lake was concerning? hes about to make it even more concerning. hes very very afraid for Bat and he would really rather they hate him than anyone found out they'd been talking to him and they got murdered, so he better try and beat the shit out of Amity! if Belos is pleased with him, maybe he'll hesitate on whatever punishment Bat might be having right now

3) Raine, bless 'em, keeps trying to help Hunter how they can, dropping these tiny hints they don't mean to drop. Hunter's part of setting up and preparing everything for the Coven Day Parade and Raine is noticeably always checking in on the Golden Guard. we know now that Hunter started showing his face more after the Palisman incident, but Raine isn't seen around often, so I imagine it's around the Coven Day Parade that they finally see what Hunter looks like--and good lord that IS a literal teenager what the hell did they DO TO HIM---alright scrap all the plans. darius, eberwolf, change of plans. everything stays the same, but we're kidnapping Hunter on the way out

4) Any Sport in a Storm is pretty much the same, Hunter is just even antsier & more desperate to get these new friends to like him bc. Bat. and also punts Darius twice as hard. Darius for his part is only marginally nicer because he knows Raine's weirdly attached to this little rat of a child--oh wait nvm he sees why now. alright valid point. Darius is a firm believer in "for the love of god just tell him you're Bat it will save everyone a lot of stress" but unfortunately Raine subscribes to "if anyone i really care about is within fifty feet of me we are All Going To Die"

5) mostly everything would stay the same in Hollow Mind, i think? Raine, Darius and Eberwolf might actually go up to the Owl House and speak when Hunter and Luz get trapped in Belos's mind since its both Raine and Darius that are stressed as fuck over the kid? in that instance then everyone teams up much quicker (and in confusion) but Hunter still books it out at fast speeds into the woods and somehow makes it to Hexside. he's a slippery little bastard, but luckily now theres a whole gang teamed together to track him down and hes found by Darius pretty quickly after the Owl House is evacuated and torn apart. however Hexside is VERYYYYY on edge over coven heads claiming to want to "help" and "have betrayed the Coven" so they're all beating Darius back like a rabid raccoon and Hunter thinks he's here to kill him. so thats fun. eventually Darius gives up, scruffs Raine, and throws them down at Hexside and demands they finally clear shit up. its a very cute scene of Raine sneaking in and slipping little notes under the door of whatever classroom Hunter's hiding for his life in, wherein he realizes Bat's come back. and Hunter's finally brave enough to yank open the door to---RAINE?????

6) more stuff that mostly stays the same. Hunter however is very stressed over Raine when they're trapped in the human realm which eventually leads to him and Luz talking a lot and him realizing "im sorry waht the fuck do you MEAN that the owl lady and raine whispers were a THING??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERES STILL SOMETHING THERE????" but above all i want to fuck this boy up so insanely bad and at least give him a GLIMPSE of Raine's puppet body being possessed by Belos. even if there is no interaction other than Hunter seeing them for a brief flash I know in my heart that would fuck him up so bad. he would blame himself so so much. Belos really here to kill everything he loves before he can finally be free huh

7) MOST importantly they finally get to hug when everyones reunited and hunter feels SO INCREDIBLY GUILTY when he sees all the fresh new scars Raine has courtesy of Belos. to which Raine, in peak parent fashion, just goes "nah, i dont mind 'em. now we match :]" and Hunter's just god u are missing the point so badly but i'll let it slide. how'd you know my new scars were from belos. and raine just stares like "how did i know your new scars were from WHAT????? oh im so glad i killed his ass" "YOU DID WHAT"

[redandyellowbracket]

Sure, I'll put this out now. Season 2 submissions! Here's the form for it:

Please don't put anyone from Season 1 into the form, I added a link to the spreadsheet at the top for you to see who made it in last time. i highly suggest you check it out, as any submissions for Season 1 characters/duos will be disregarded and ignored. You can also check out which characters/duos need help to reach the 3 sub minimum to get in. I've got a few picks which I may include regardless, but I'll be happy if they become qualified.

EDIT: The submission deadline is now JULY 31. Get your blorbos in before then!

Season 1 list under the cut

Red and Yellow M&Ms (real life)

Ronald McDonald (real life)

Penny and Gildedguy (Gildedguy)

Red and Yellow (AVM)

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker (Transformers)

Knockout and Bumblebee (Transformers: Prime)

Cure Scarlet and Cure Twinkle (Go Princess Precure)

Kyoko Sakura and Mami Tomoe (Madoka Magica)

Flaky and Cuddles (Happy Tree Friends)

Ketchup and mustard (real life)

Red and Pikachu (Pokemon)

Apollo Justice and Athena Cykes (Ace Attorney)

Flapjack and Hunter (The Owl House)

Zuko and Aang (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

Reimu Hakurei and Marisa Kirisame (Touhou)

Joker/Ren Amiyama and Ryuji Sakamoto (Persona 5)

Kasane Teto and Akita Neru (Vocaloid/UTAU)

Ruby Rose and Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)

Knuckles and Tails (Sonic franchise)

Mario and Bowser (Mario franchise)

Undyne and Alphys (Undertale)

Red and Chuck (Angry Birds)

Heather Chandler and Heather McNamara (Heathers)

Roman and Janus (Sanders Sides)

Aradia Megido and Sollux Captor (Homestuck)

Karkat Vantas and Sollux Captor (Homestuck)

Kagami Taiga and Kise Ryota (Kuroko no Basket)

Dick Simmons and Dexter Grif (Red vs. Blue)

Kai and Skylor (Ninjago)

Red Son and MK (LEGO: Monkie Kid)

Raphael and April O'Neil (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Keith Kogane and Hunk Garrett (Voltron Legendary Defender)

[randomnoteforfuturereference]

who's the formline-inspired fish for?

So I'm still fleshing the character out, but as befitting Chowder's successor, he's a cheerful goalie from the West Coast. In this case, he's from the Pacific NW, and he's First Nations (maternally; primarily Haida and Kwakwaka'wakw) and Alaska Native (paternally; primarily Inupiat, followed by Tlingit and Yup'ik). There's actually a rhyme and reason for why I mixed those specific groups.

If Chowder can do the splits on command, this dude can do a high kick in goalie pads.

Debating on whether he went to school at Shawnigan Lake or St. George's. Willing to have input from anyone from BC between the two.

[sergeantsporks]

Writing request: After labyrinth runners Hunter goes home with Gus but after sleeping on the floor and eating from the trash the whole week has taken its toll on him and he gets sick. Perry and Gus take care of him

“Hunter? I got a bed all set up for you, are you…” Gus knocked on the bathroom door, and it swung open. “…done?”

The light was off, and Hunter was nowhere to be seen. Something smelled sour, but Gus couldn’t find the source of the smell—Hunter had completely disappeared, taking his smelly old clothes and the new ones Gus’ dad had rustled up with him.

“Ah, geeze. Hunter?” Gus traipsed through the house, calling Hunter’s name, but there was no response. “Did he… leave?”

“Gus?” Perry called, “Everything alright?”

Gus wandered into the kitchen. “Did you see Hunter after he got out of the shower?”

“No.”

“I can’t believe this.” Gus ran a hand through his hair. “I have had him for an hour, and I’ve already lost him! Maybe I should call Willow?”

“Slow down. Where did you look?”

“In all the rooms—and he didn’t answer. Maybe he snuck out a window? But why? He looked really relieved when I offered him a place to stay!”

“Maybe he’s just hiding?” Perry suggested, “Check under the bed. Or in the closet.”

“Dad. We’re not playing hide and seek.”

“Well, why don’t you just check before we search the whole neighborhood?”

Gus shook his head, but went back through the house again, this time opening closets and cabinets and crouching down to look under the beds. He finally checked the closet of the master bedroom and saw a lump huddled in the back corner.

“Hunter? Is that you?” Flapjack chirped mournfully, confirming. “Hey, man, what’s—” he crouched down next to the older teen. “Are you having another panic attack? Deep breaths, buddy, you’re gonna—”

“No,” Hunter interrupted in a hoarse whisper, “Not a panic attack.”

Gus reached out, gingerly touching Hunter’s shoulder. His whole body was trembling. “Hey—what’s wrong?”

“Mmm.”

“Are you hurt?”

“I… I threw up. Sorry.”

That explained the sour smell in the bathroom. Gus hissed in. “Man. I told you all that Hex Mix wasn’t good for your stomach. When was the last time you drank any water?”

“I don’t know. Please, just… just leave and close the door?”

When Gus was nine, he and his dad had babysat a friend’s direwolf for a few weeks. It had mysteriously disappeared halfway through their time with it, and after much searching, Gus had finally found it curled up in a corner, sick. Perry had explained to him that when direwolves were injured or sick, they left their packs and found places to hide until they recovered, so that none of their pack would see them weak, and predators wouldn’t happen on them while they were vulnerable. Hunter looked just like that pet direwolf—curled up and frightened, pretending it wasn’t hurting.

“I’m going to get you some water,” Gus declared, “Then we’re gonna get you out of this closet and to a proper bed, okay?”

“Nooooooo,” Hunter protested weakly, but Gus was already gone.

“Hunter’s sick,” he explained to his dad. Without any further explanation, he filled up a bottle with water and ran back to the closet. “C’mon. Just a little water.” He helped Hunter sit up and drink some water, but the older boy almost immediately flopped back over the moment Hunter let him go. Flapjack fluttered around him, but didn’t land.

“Justttt leave me…”

“Not gonna happen.”

Perry pushed the door open, kneeling next to Hunter. “Hey…” he reached out, and Hunter flinched with his whole body, his shoulders hunching and his eyes squeezing shut. Perry’s hand dropped without touching Hunter. “Let’s get you out of here. Can you walk on your own?”

Hunter nodded, pushing himself up. Maybe it was the poor light, but his face looked even paler than usual, and his gait was definitely wobblier than it should be. He made it out of the closet and halfway down the hallway before his shoulders heaved, and Gus took his arm, rushing him to the bathroom. Hunter heaved and gagged, head resting on his arm.

Perry hissed in, gesturing to the back of Hunter’s neck. A dark purple and blue bruise ringed by yellow and green covered Hunter’s neck, extending into his collar.

It was roughly the size and shape of Graye’s foot.

“Sorry,” Hunter mumbled.

“What was the last thing you ate?” Perry asked.

“Sandwich.”

“He was eating snack mix and stuff from the trash before that,” Gus explained.

“Ah. Hunter?”

“’m better now.” Hunter lurched to his feet. “I can…”

Gus guided Hunter to his bedroom, gingerly pushing him onto the camp bed he’d set up. “Sleep it off, Hunter.”

“Why’m… I so… shaky…”

“Because you’ve been eating out of the trash? Because you’ve barely drunk any water? Because you just got kicked around and knocked out and stuck through a bunch of tense situations? Because you’ve been on the run and on high alert for the last couple of days? Pick one.”

“Mrgh.”

Gus’ dad hovered in the doorway. “We’ll be right here if you need us,” he promised, “Just give a shout.”

He jerked his head towards the door, and Gus left, turning the light off and closing the door behind him. “What’s up?”

“What’s the full story with your… friend?”

Gus circled his thumbs around each other. “He… just got out of a bad situation. And there are bad people still looking for him. I don’t know if he’d be comfortable with me telling you more.”

“Alright. Fair enough.” Perry gestured to the back of his neck. “Did that happen…”

“During the Hexside siege. He’s had a rough few days.”

“I can tell. Well, I’m going to make some soup or oatmeal. Something easy to stomach. If he wakes up, try to get more water in him. He didn’t feel feverish, did he?”

Gus shook his head. “I think he’s just exhausted. And, you know. Probably poisoned from eating garbage.”

“I’m surprised he made it this long. He must have a stomach of steel. I remember the Hexside garbage cans, and not with any particular fondness.”

Gus’ dad disappeared back into the kitchen, and Gus slowly pushed the door open. Hunter was asleep, albeit a restless sleep. He was curled up in a ball again, occasionally kicking out. Flapjack fluttered to Gus’s shoulder, chirping one long, sad, low note.

“Yeah,” Gus agreed, scratching the little bird’s head.

Hunter shifted, exposing the bruise on the back of his neck again, and Gus winced. If Hunter hadn’t come to help him, he wouldn’t have gotten hurt. Sure, he was definitely happy Hunter had stepped in, or he probably would have been branded by now, but still. It was impossible to deny that if Hunter had sat tight and not come to his rescue, he would have gotten off scot free.

Of course, he’d also still be eating out of the garbage and would probably be curled up in a little ball being sick on his own in an empty Hexside.

“Mrgh?”

Hunter twitched so hard, he started awake, thrashing and wrestling with the covers. “Hrmgh?”

His hair scrunched up on one side of his face, and he blinked owlishly at Gus. “Wheremi?” he mumbled.

“My house,” Gus reminded him.

“Oh.”

“You want some water?”

Hunter closed his eyes in response, going back to sleep almost immediately.

“Yeah, alright. Wow, you went down fast.”

“Gotta… sleep… when can…” Hunter mumbled.

“Are you awake?”

A snore.

“Guess not.” Gus started to go, but Hunter lashed out, grabbing his wrist.

“They’re gonna find me,” Hunter mumbled, “I need you to warn me if they’re coming.”

“They’re not going to find you. They don’t know you’re with me. Or who I am. Or where I live.”

“Please.” Hunter’s voice cracked. ���I can’t sleep.”

“Huh? But… you were just asleep a second ago.”

Hunter’s hand shook—Gus could probably pull out of his grip easily if he wanted to. But he didn’t. “Shouldn’t… ’s not safe.”

“Oh—Hunter, it is. You’re safe here, man.”

“Need a watch.”

“Like to tell the time with?”

“No. A—a watch.”

“Like a guard,” Gus guessed, “You need someone to watch your back while you rest.”

“’nd nooooot stab me in it.”

“Alright. Alright, I can be your watch.” Gus held up his free hand. “I solemnly swear to not stab you in the back.”

Hunter let go, dragging his hand back into his blanket. “I b’leve you.” He closed his eyes again, breathing slowing back down.

Gus went to his own bed, watching the door.

He protected you when you were vulnerable.

Now it’s your turn.

[miss-goggles]

Owl House charm number 5, Hunter! Featuring the Golden Guard mask, sigil and cloak, as well as some Belos slime to represent... y'know. But of course Flapjack is front and center and I included Hunter's flyer derby flag and face paint! I wanted to capture the weight of like, the tragedy of him while also making sure to represent Hunter's gradual acceptance of self. I uh. I guess I might have to make a new one if we ever find out what Hunter's new palisman is, rip Falpjack gone too soon. 😭 Fun fact, whenever I see Belos slime I always imagine it would feel/smell like old, rotting wood since the slime is like... partially palisman souls? idk maybe that's too edgy it's just a thought I have. Hunter's the best Zuko since Zuko. Love my son, want the best for him, 100/10.

If you want to see this as a charm (or anything else) I have a google form linked on my blog I'm using to gauge interest, please check it out!

[variousincorrectxreader]

Hello M! 😃 Can I request a fluffy dating headcanon with his shy!fem!human! reader for Hunter (toh)? Please?? ~💚

Sorry for posting this like 28372747274 years after you asked, I've just been putting off writing bc genshin and sky is consuming me.

Classic enemies to lovers.

(Drabble, Thanks to Them spoilers, a tiny bit of angst if you squint)

You came to the demon realm with Luz because your mother thought it'd be good to go to reality check camp to learn 'what the real world is like' as well as telling you to get out of your comfort zone and talk to people other than Luz. You, being a bit of a doormat at the time agreed, and you watched as Liz sadly throws her book away before hurriedly rummaging through the bin to find it again (ew) one thing led to another and wow 🤩 you’re in the boiling isles running away from fairies that want your skin.

(Hc’s below the cut)

You meet Hunter properly for the first time when he’s trying to steal the palisman.

you have a cute little rabbit palisman, anyways

you two hate each other, youre just less vocal about it

you’ve grown a lot since you’ve first came here but you’re still pretty shy about voicing your thoughts (especially disdainful ones)

it’s almost like a rivalry

you know about all his misdeeds (thanks to luz) and so you’re super cautious around him

that changes when you’re at hexside when the head of the illusion coven, and you find out he’s left the Emperors coven

you feel bad and as you’re talking with him, you guys actually bond and he finds that he likes you a lot

He likes how he doesn’t feel pressure to talk around you

lets himself be vulnerable with you, even if it’s for a couple of minutes

SPOILERS!!!! You’ve been warned

you guys don’t really voice your feelings for each other until you’re in the human realm

even then it takes a bit of help from the others, namely Willow and Luz

emotions are running high and the two of you are locked in a room

‘TELL HIM PLEASE!!! THE PINING IS PAINFUL TO WITNESS 😭’

says the note your best friend has left you

it takes awhile but he ends up being the one to take initiative and asks you out

it was awkward and kind of stiff, but it was him, and that was enough for you to say yes

*clears throat* ‘it has, uhhh come to my attention, in light of… recent events that I,, uhm, wish to court you!’

hes so cute anyways

you guys go on a coffee date (I feel like he doesn’t like coffee so but him a hot chocolate instead)

he LOVES ranting to you about wolves, he gets such a cute gleam in his eyes, please indulge him

(give him a wolf plush and he will never let you go)

lawd have mercy though, help him with his fashion sense, im begging 🙏

pda is kinda awkward since it’s his first relationship that’s healthy in any sense (other than his friendships ofc)

he doesn’t know what to do and you’re too shy to really do anything

hold his pinky im begging, linked pinkies is a must!!

kisses are always short and sweet

cuddles are a bit stiff but he likes having you close to him, zen (back to back, while holding hands) is his favourite position

everyone ships you

you wonder what Owl mama would say

she’d probably gag and mock your choice while secretly approving

he decides he loves you when he finds you cuddling with Flapjack and Pancake (your palisman) while wearing his yellow sweater thing.

if flapjack loves you, he does too.

holding him close after nightmares around belos is a must, run your fingers through his hair and let him cry, please.

help him cope with flapjacks death, and he helps you with all the trauma you’ve collected too

venting sessions happen often

overall he loves you, loves how small you are and how kind and caring and loving you are.

[childlikegoblinqueen]

Huntlow Week Day # 7 Waffles/Wedding

Hunter brushed off his forest green vest and slid his golden dress jacket over his arms and shoulder, adjusting his matching bow tie.

His eyes passed over his own reflection in the long mirror that hung against the door of the room where Raine's wedding party changed. Hunter wore long slacks that matched his jacket, and of course, a pair of crocs which he knew were out of sorts with the rest of his outfit -- but after spending his entire life dressing on model to appease a lie, he truly did not care.

Formal attire? Check.

Freshly cut hair? Check.

A little personal flair? Check.

"Looking sharp man!" Steve Tholomule's grinning reflection joined Hunter's

"Sharp?" Hunter raised a brown, "W-were we s'pposed to bring weaponry? A concealed blade? I - I know Eda and Raine still have enemies and their wedding would be a target but .."

"Nah!" Steve gave Hunter a playful elbow bump. "I mean you look good!"

Hunter nodded and added the word, "sharp" to his list of slang words that sounded harmful but meant something good.

Like when Willow had called his flying skills, "sick" the first time they met.

Hunter smiled at the memory. He was a different person back then -- so eager to get ahead. To prove his worth. And yet, he was a possession of someone else. Someone who told him what he should want in life.

And yet? Between meeting Luz, and Flapjack, and, Amity, and Gus, and Willow of course ... Hunter was on a collision course with someone else.

Himself.

"Hey Steve?" Hunter cleared his throat.

"Hmmm?" Tholomule was adjusting his straight tie but he turned around to meet Hunter's eye.

"Is it weird that I'm sorta surprised that Raine and Eda are getting married?"

Steve quirked a brow, "Weird because you're still thinking about how Coven Heads were forbidden from having romantic -- entanglements?"

"Huh? Nah. Nothing like that." Hunter shook his head. He hardly even thought about Raine as a former Coven Head anymore. They were his music teacher, his friend, a truly kind soul -- and someone who had invited Hunter to stand with them on one of the most important days of their life.

But Eda?

"I guess I just always knew about The Owl Lady -- errr --Eda as this free spirit? A Wild Witch who did as she pleased and was always breaking free of -- well, everything?"

"Hmmm." Steve smiled warmly, "Well, there's a lot of ways to be free, buddy? And when you find someone who you can look at and say, 'I'm yours, you're mine -- and together? We're free to be ourselves?' That's the stuff, man."

"The stuff." Hunter took note of the vagueness of the slang. He'd heard it before and felt confident that while he didn't quite know what "The stuff" was specifically, that was probably the point in this context.

"Hey Steve?" Hunter said slowly, "Have you found 'the stuff' with anyone?"

"What?" Steve's eyebrows shot up, "Oh no. You know me man. I'm STEVE. A free agent."

Hunter recalled how tenderly the Bard, Katya had been with Steve just moments ago as she helped him with his tie and pinned a flower on his lapel.

And then, Hunter thought to himself, "Maybe sometimes you find that thing. The person who makes you feel so free that you don't even realize they're yours and you're theirs and that's how you know its real."

The door to the changing room opened and Willow was waiting on the other side, dressed in a lovely forest green dress -- matching his vest and shirt. Her hair was tied in braids. Her eyes were sparkling and her cheeks were red. At the sight of him, a bouquet of flowers bloomed in her hair.

"Wow." Hunter breathed.

"Uh, have you seen yourself guy?" Willow giggled.

Now Hunter was blushing. Shyly, Willow reached up and pinned a tiny bouquet of flowers on Hunter's lapel. He hunter reached into his pocket for a glyph which he tapped and a colorful corsage of fresh flora bloomed before them. Gently he slid it onto Willow's wrist -- his calloused fingertips brushing her soft skin.

Willow's hair bloomed even more, and Hunter's ears flicked as they grew hot at the tips.

Willow smiled slyly and offered him her pinky, which he took in his own and together, they went to join all of their friends and family at Eda and Raine's wedding.

And then? Years later?

Willow and Hunter would meet again on the day of their own wedding. This time Hunter would wear a yellow button up with a blue vest, embroidered in flowers and Willow's dress would wear a lacy dress colored a light sea foam green, with a high color of lacy floral.

"You ready for the ol' ball and chain?" She'd joked.

"Pfft. What ball and chain?" Hunter shook his head.

"Yeah, I kinda hate how people call it that too." Willow sighed. "Marriage shouldn't feel like a prison sentence."

Hunter's lips bloomed into a smile. Then a grin. "It should feel more life freedom alongside your best friend."

"Exactly!" Willow smiled. "So let's get hitched so we can be free together."

And pinky in pinky, Hunter Noceda and Willow Park strode towards the altar together while their futures lay wide open on the horizon.

[hunters-lvr]

are you serious?

hunter x masc!reader

(1/?)

where hunter is forced to tutor one of the laziest students he's ever met.

(normal school au, meaning no possesed hunter but they're still trying to get to the boiling isles. the boy is barely figuring out how to use a fucking phone)

masterlist!

a loud door slam distracted him, followed by two people walking in, more so one being dragged.

the principal walked in carrying a boy by his backpack, wearing a big ass hoodie and some sweatpants with hightops and headphones/earbuds. hunter swears on flapjack that those mans eyebags could rival his when he was still working with the emperor.

"i caught your little deviant skipping again, please keep him in check, you're the reason he's still here."

hunter always had a weird intrest in the boy who's only been in class 3 times in the past month, he watched as the tired male dragged himself into his seat, the one next to him.

he watched as (f/n) shrugged his bag off and got into his seat, as (f/n) caught him staring he turned to look at the blond.

he gave him an eyeroll and put his head into his arms slowly drifting off to sleep on his desk.

'who does he think he is? that was so rude? no wonder he's never here.' hunter huffed as he shit talked (f/n) in his head.

towards the end of class the teacher spoke up, "hunter and (f/n) will you two come up here?"

the blond stood up, while the boy next to him slowly sat up straight from his desk and wiped his mouth.

"hunter, you have the best grades in class," hunter beamed hearing the praise. "now, (f/n), undoubtedly you will fail the semester if you don't raise your grades."

now with that (f/n) swore his heart dropped to his stomach and out his ass. bro can't fail? he'll get murdered.

"due to that, i am willing to give you extra credit, that's IF," she accentuated, "you start trying."

the woman went on explaining as (f/n) was pissed, he kinda blanked out until he actually heard what was going on.

"hunter, i'll need you to tutor (f/n)," the blond let out a groan mentally, but sheepishly smiled at the teacher,

"of course miss, i'll do my best." (f/n) scoffed at this seeing the boy kiss up to the teacher, "word." he yawned covering his mouth and the teacher dismissed them two.

as they walked awkwardly next to eachother,"so, can i have your number?" hunter asked smiling, trying to put up a nice facade.

(f/n) nodded tiredly, pulling out his phone and pressing onto the phone app putting it to the keypad. the blond typed in his number, and sped off to his next class.

'what is up with him,' hunter grumbled in his head, before his phone went off.

hunter: HEY. IM YOUR TUTOR.

(f/n): thanks 👍

'lmao im changing this bitches contact,' (f/n) smirked at his phone changing the display name to 'ass kisser ‼️'

ass kisser‼️: WHEN CAN YOU START

(f/n): i guess i can start today lmao, you like talkin in caps im guessing??

ass kisser‼️: I DONT KNOW HOW TO TURN IT OFF

the more sleep deprived one smiled at his phone, 'he's funny.'

(f/n): i'll show you later dude dw

hunter stares at the phone, 'the hell is a dw?'. as he powered it off he looked at his reflection on the little black screen. maybe it would be nice trying to get to know someone like him.

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(f/n) walks into the library, stretching and scanning the book filled room looking for the blond. he spotted him reading some nerdy ass comic with sparkles in his eye.

"yo, hunter!" the boy smiled as he gained a glare from librarian. he walked over to the table, pulling a chair and setting it down.

"hey, you know, this is a library so you can't really be yelling."

"oh fr? i totally didn't know that," hunter was suprised that his eyes weren't stuck in the back of his head considering how much he rolled them.

"whatever, just get out all your missing work."

hunter's eyes widened as he pulled a folder that was practically falling apart out of his bag.

"are you serious."

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first time ever writing 😰 enjoy pls

[windsinger11]

I'm absolutely obsessed with the artwork of emerald-entrails-hunter and was inspired to draw one of their family portraits of Calev, Hunter, Flapjack and Waffles.

I'm still new to drawing, and out of practice, so I'm super grateful that emerald allowed me to learn from their art and post it.

If you don't know their art please check them out here. Their art is incredible and they have some binge worthy comics.