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chrollogy Ā· 11 days ago
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#PHEWWWW HI GANG#im writing this via tumblr web so bear with me but i hope everyoneā€™s 2025 has started off well so far !!!!!! a lot has happened on my end#(the good and the bad but we are thugging it out!)#iā€™ve received very wholesome messages from my lovely moots which iā€™ve taken a sneak peek of and will be replying to when i get the time !!#anywho! i donā€™t know when iā€™ll be back on here bc my creative juices have been DRAINED so yeah :C i didnā€™t wanna leave completely so i#archived my acc for a bit while i sort things out :3 ā€” my reason for doing so is mixed really. more on losing motivation and just basically#stuff to worry about irl BUUUUT i missed you all so much and me being here and making a post means its kinda getting better on my end so ya#prob not relevant but iā€™ll enable my asks again if anyone wants to leave anything so that i can come back to it again when i log on sjdnksj#also also iā€™ve been watching ā€˜the apothecary diariesā€™ s2 and its so amazing !! i also started ā€˜a sign of affectionā€™ and let me tell you how#much i was kicking and rolling around my bed KSNDKSJ#gaming-wise i recently pulled for c0 arlecchino but lost her weapon to clorindeā€™s weapon šŸ˜­šŸ™šŸ¼ but shes amazing and i love her gameplay sm!#AND AND OMG LADS.??. WELCOME BACK CALEBBBBBB OMGGG i havent done the main story yet but iā€™m excited !! i know ppl have mixed feelings over#him and his actions but hes so up my alley so ik im gonna be eating it up hehe. i did manage to pull for his standard 5 star which is#exciting too !!! anyway i want to try and get back into writing again because my mind has been brewing yet another heavy chrollo angst šŸ˜½#(i love putting my husband through grief)#or maybe iā€™ll start w finishing off a couple of loose ends from the fics i never finished šŸ˜­ (iā€™m so sorry)#welp thatā€™s all from me !! i love u all <3
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britneyshakespeare Ā· 3 months ago
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you: nicholas alexander chavez, the actor from ryan murphy's recent work
me, a mama's girl and daytime tv viewer:
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#text post#general hospital#nicholas alexander chavez#spencer cassadine#sorry i'm still not over my shock at this lol#i remember asking my mom MONTHS ago (she follows general hospital news online) 'hey wheres spencer i havent seen him in awhile?'#'oh his character died off. the actor is doing some netflix show where he plays a murderer'#and you have to understand. i dont consume anything to do w true crime. but to my 63-year-old mother. ryan murphy doesnt exist#so bc of just how self-contained the archaic institution of network soap operas are. i just. idk i didnt assume it was a big role#it didnt register to me that it was the sequel to the dahmer show. is what i am saying. and i never thought about it again#mommy made it sound like he might be coming back bc soap opera characters fake-die all the time#and so i put the thought out of my head until completely independently i was watching a video about monsters: menendez being flawed#and i was like. going absolutely insane w how familiar he looked i was like 'ok i know that man cant be too famous but i KNOW him'#'i know him from something and i know him WELL from something. like whatever hes from is iconic to me'#and then the video creator said his name and i was like THATS INSANE WHERE DO I KNOW THAT NAME??!?!??#it's a name i read in the credits but probably never thought in my head at all bc sorry he's just spencer to me#so i googled it and i was gobsmacked. i was like MOM DIDNT SAY he was gonna be in THIS SHIT!?!?!?#i also do lay my life down on the defense that the cinematography of a prestige netflix drama makes him less recognizable to me#who knew him best under cheap soap opera lighting in basic back and forth dialogue shots. like#i have to be honest i never cared for his looks on gh bc he just kinda looked like too perfect. like he looked like a mannequin#i see it now though i get it#i get why he's very fan editable to the true crime girlies i get it#not that it matters. im just in mourning bc it never occurred to me the spencer era was over. i actually liked his character#i cant tell u why bc he wasnt all that distinguishable from all the other basic dramatic character archetypes. idk it was a good performanc#i cant explain to u what makes a soap opera character distinct while still being completely generic (they all are)#i also liked his relationship w his girlfriend in the show it was cute. he was evil but they were sweet#nicky please come back. im begging u. as your only general hospital era fan who is your age#i dont wanna watch monsters menendez i reeeeeally dont
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lesbiancarat Ā· 6 months ago
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my workplace is fucking insane bc yesterday I learned about gay office romance drama going on in my department and today the plant literally caught fire and there were floor to ceiling flames I need us to take a step back for a minute
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themyscirah Ā· 7 months ago
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Okay so basically the United States MINT of all people is going to be working with DC to make a line of coins! These coins sadly won't be in circulation (the things I would do to live in a world where I could get Batman coins from the supermarket) as they're collectors coins, but will be releasing over the course of the next 3 years, 2025-2027.
Designs haven't been released yet (the same is true for all 2025 designs) but we know there will be 9 coins in total (3 each year) with the first year featuring (of course!!!) Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman.
Although we know the first three heroes to be featured, the remaining six have yet to be decided, and it turns out the Mint is putting out a survey on their site to gauge which of a group of culturally significant heroes people want to see most! (link to the form is mentioned in the article above)
The considered group includes: Supergirl, the Flash, Green Arrow, Black Canary, Captain Marvel, John Stewart GL, Aquaman, Hawkman, Jamie Reyes BB, Robin (Damian?), Cyborg, and Batgirl, of which 6 will be selected.
As someone who does a bit of coin collecting myself (mainly circulation coins like the quarters sets, but I also have a couple proof and collectors coins) I think this is a really cool and interesting idea that showcases the history of the comics medium and these characters and their influence on American culture. Really excited to wait and see what the designs look like for the coins already announced!
#ABSOLUTELY INSANE TO ME#sorry just. only thing that could make this crazier is if these were circulating. i would fucking die actually lmao#i mean you could buy something with one of these legally but like youre an idiot if you do that so likeeee#someone showing up with the solid gold superman collector coin and its only legally worth a dollar lmao#not that someone would do this but future generations/archeologists finding a coin in some ruins and it just has like. batman on it#amazing to me#also just the transition from us currency having all fake people (lady liberty some random native american guy etc.) and then going to real#people and presidents then expanding that to honor people that they believe should be honored (think the harriet tubman coin set right now)#and representing beauty and innovation and culture through representation of the states#only through that lens to swing back around and have fake people on the coins again in the form of the freaking dc trinity. insane to me#no one ever gets me when im nerding out over coins its okay. at least its not postage stamps (i actually do have some special postage stamps#its like 1 sheet though it was for the 2017 eclipse and the image changes from totality to the moon with the heat of your finger theyre so#cool okay) anyways i like dont really know that much abt coins lol i originally saw a post abt this on reddit šŸ’€ lol and had to check this#was real which is insane. anyways my dad got my all my coin stuff ive got a proof set from the year i was born albums to hold the 50 states#and national parks (america the beautiful but its 90% natl park designs lets be honest here) quarter collections as i find them irl#(dont have an album for us women yet sadly but do have some of the coins) as well as a few dimes and other circulation albums i havent used#much. and then i have a few collectibles like the hubble telescope $1 coin the 50th anniversary apollo 11 one and the 2021 anniversary peace#dollar. though like not the gold ones or anything like that lol but yeah. i talk abt coins every once and a while with friends and i know#things but then my dad is in the car and its like nevermind lol.#also put a ? after damian's name bc theres a chance it could be dick and they just used the wrong picture. because some of the character#bios had names but his didnt and seemed very dick grayson (acrobatics mention ā€œbatman's partnerā€ etc) but not so specfic exclude either one#and the pick was damian. but then the ollie pick was goateeless for some reason so who knows#culturally dick is more important but dami is current so idk#dc comics#blah#ive really been learning so much today. first all in announcement and subsequent leaks and now this. what a ride#also love how im anticipating and know future comics things lol. when did that happen haha. ive really transitioned from only reading back#issues and never knowing current events to following a lot of releases lol and somehow finding out about the freaking coin collection...#crazy how that happens#cant scroll up at that first image without losing it a bit still actually. what a world we live in. anyways take your bets who is gonna be
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dangerous-advantage Ā· 2 years ago
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If you want, a disaster twins hurt/comfort drabble? Maybe even cuddles? You don't have to if you don't want to.
(cws: heights/references to falling from heights, discussion of canon-typical trauma, cursing)
Lightning flashed through the cover of clouds, exposing their rain-swollen underbellies. Leo counted the seconds between the latest strike and its corresponding rumble of thunder.
One, two, three...
He kicked his legs to the rhythm of his thoughts, concrete bruising his heels. The sting was grounding. Up here, above the city lights and conversation, Leo could use all the grounding he could get.
A fat droplet of rain smacked wetly on his arm. He looked up, just as the sky growled warning and unleashed it's downpour.
Leo closed his eyes and pretended not to breathe.
The rain had been worse this year. The last three days had seen scattered showers and an endless, overcast sky.
Leo liked the rain. God knows the city needed it. It made him feel cleaner than he had in a long time. Like New York was finally washing its hands of the events earlier that summer.
If he let himself, he could almost pretend everything was back to normal. That it had never been un-normal.
But the rain also brought new and unfortunate side effects. His time in the prison dimension left him scarred. Several months removed, he was still recovering.
The rain ignited his deepest aches. He'd lay in bed, clenching his jaw to stifle his whines of pain as the muscles in his legs cramped and spasmed. His shell ached, too, the cracks in his carapace lit up like a live wire. He'd popped three ibuprofen the day before, but this time, it didn't save him.
He'd hoped fresh air would do him some good, but his thoughts were as raw as ever.
If he had the energy for it, or maybe someone to tell, Leo would've joked about it. But his dramatics were never entertaining in his own head, and they weren't meant for him, anyway.
He tipped his head down and sighed out a breath. Cold rivulets cascaded down his face, tracing his jawline. They fell to his lap in scattered droplets, refracting the city lights as they rebounded.
He was starting to get a bit too cold for comfort. They weren't fully cold-blooded, seeing as they were part human, but they were still susceptible to temperature changes, especially Leo.
He didn't want to deal with a cold on top of everything else.
Leo gathered himself, shifting into a crouch. His body protested as he came to a standing position, retrieving his katanas from where he'd set them.
His bandana was soaked, say nothing of his bandages. He'd need to change them before his brothers awoke. He'd better dry off his katanas, too-- he didn't know if mystic weapons could rust, but he'd rather not find out.
Retreating away from the edge of the roof, Leo could feel his heartbeat start to settle. Heights didn't bother him, exactly. It was more about potential. Sitting on a precipice, seconds away from what could be your last breath.
It was the ultimate test of arrogance. Would you really test your luck, lean over the edge to catch a glimpse of what lay below? Just a cursory misstep and you would be sent plummeting, with only moments to contemplate before you were crushed against concrete.
Adrenaline was an effective tool for alleviating the worst of the pain. It probably wasn't a healthy practice, but what worked, worked.
Summoning his ninpō, Leo slashed a katana through the air, flinging rainwater with the sweep of his blade. The air rippled, a pool of blue reflecting in the puddle beneath him.
With barely so much as a thought to serve as a directive, the connection stabilized, pulling at his gut. Leo stepped through, shutting the gate behind him.
He emerged in their bathroom, water dripping off his disheveled form to the floor. Glancing up at the clock, he frowned. Had it really been three hours?
Leo set his katanas on the counter and foraged through the cabinet for a towel. He discarded the first two he grabbed on account of their worn texture, tossing them to the ground behind him.
His fingers closed around plush, white material, and Leo pulled out a newer-looking towel. It would do nicely.
He set to work drying his katanas with fastidious motions, guiding the towel into the crevasses where excess rainwater might accumulate. He dried his first katana once, and then a second time, before doing the same to the other.
When he was satisfied, he turned back to the cabinet and rifled through it, looking for a first aid kit. He'd had Casey restock recently, given how much of their supply had been damaged in the Kraang invasion. He didn't remember if anyone had put them away-- they might still be on the kitchen counter, for all he knew.
Leo gave up, nudging the cabinet shut, and carried his katanas to his room. His body was really starting to hurt again. He perched on the edge of his bed, tensing the muscles in his body.
He let his eyes flutter shut. His body felt washed out and faded like an old t-shirt, washed one too many times. Maybe he should just try and rest while he could, before the pain returned in full.
But the medic in him eschewed the idea. Not to mention, his brothers would kill him if he risked infection by something so careless.
Heaving a sigh, Leo abandoned his bedroom, making his way to the train car that housed their kitchen. To his surprise (and wariness), the lights were on, curtains drawn.
Had Mikey forgotten to turn off the light? That wasn't like him.
(Which meant he probably hadn't.)
Leo procrastinated by the entrance, killing time locked in an internal dialogue. Somebody else was up, or had been. Most likely scenario, it was Casey, being a light sleeper.
He was also the only person that knew about Leo's midnight escapades. He'd confessed that knowing Leo was gone set him on edge. Often, Leo would return to find him sitting in his room, eyes on a distant memory.
Shaking off his indecision, Leo pulled himself up into the car, grimacing at the jolt of pain that ran up his shell. He stepped inside and froze, stomach dropping to his knees.
Donnie sat on a stool at the counter, thumbs flicking over his phone screen. An empty bowl and spoon sat in front of him on the otherwise clean surface, evidence of a midnight meal. There was a cutting board in the sink and a stockpot on the cooktop.
Donnie looked up from his phone, eyebrows slightly smudged. They knit together in confusion as he took in Leo's waterlogged state.
Leo shifted his weight. "I didn't know you were up."
Donnie raised an eyebrow. "Went for a midnight swim?" he deadpanned.
Leo moved past him, toward the opposite counter. "Something like that," he mumbled. He withdrew one of the first aid kits from a plastic grocery bag stowed on top of the fridge.
His thigh dissented, muscles contracting, and he gasped. He bent over, resting his forehead on the fridge, eyes squeezed shut.
A stool creaked, sliding back. "Leo?"
Leo gritted his teeth. A bead of water slid down his face and fell from his chin like a teardrop.
"Just sore," he groaned. "I'm fine."
He could feel Donnie's presence as he approached. He stopped a few feet behind where Leo was standing, back bowed.
"You don't look fine," he pointed out.
Leo hadn't "looked fine" since the prison dimension. He choked on a laugh at the thought, unable to smother it. He couldn't see Donnie's face, but he could imagine the expression it displayed with ease.
The tension between them grew. When was the last time Leo had talked one-on-one with his twin? He didn't remember it ever being this awkward.
The cramp in his leg let up a little. Leo gingerly placed it on the ground, testing his weight. The sooner he could get out of this situation, the better.
"I should go," Leo said finally, straightening. He turned. Donnie's arms were crossed over his plastron, examining him with narrowed eyes. Leo stepped around him, gaze avoidant.
He got halfway across the kitchen before Donnie spoke.
"How long were you out?" Donnie asked. "Your bandages are soaked."
Leo recognized the trap laid out in his brothers' casual demeanor.
"Not long," he replied, matching Donnie's tone. "Just needed some air."
"Hm, is that so? Because I've been up since midnight, and it's now--" He checked his com band. "--two thirteen, so unless you magically gained the ability to be quiet, I'm not sure your story holds water."
Leo resisted the urge to make a pun. "Hey, I can be quiet!" he protested.
His brothers (somehow) hadn't realized just how accurate Leo's ninpō had gotten in the previous months. He would prefer it stayed that way. (Raph definitely wouldn't be too happy to find out how much time Leo spent overlooking foreign cityscapes instead of sleeping.)
"Don't change the subject, Leo, I know what you're doing." Donnie placed his hands on his hips. (Did mutant turtles have hips?)
Leo held his hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. Fine." Prime example of a battle he refused to pick. "I lost track of time, sue me."
Donnie blew out a breath, and Leo knew they were entering safer waters. Works every time, he thought.
"Just tell me you didn't go far?" Donnie asked wearily. "Raph would freak."
"I didn't," Leo assured him. It wasn't a lie-- compared to his usual destinations, his trip to downtown New York was a novelty. "You aren't going to tell him, are you?"
Donnie hesitated. Leo's expression grew shuttered.
"No," he sighed. "Just-- next time you go out, could you at least leave a note or something? That way, if you get kidnapped by pirates again, we'll know where to look?"
"That was one time," Leo argued. Donnie sent him The Lookā„¢. "...Okay, two times, but can you really blame me?"
"Yes." Donnie stated the word without hesitation.
Leo hid a smile. It was easy, falling back into their familiar banter. He had missed this.
His legs gave a throb of pain and he winced. "I should go," he said reluctantly.
Donnie blinked, caught off guard. His gaze took on a hint of concern. "Oh. Uh. Right." He shifted uncomfortably. "Here. Do you... I can carry that for you." He gestured at the first aid kit.
Leo wanted to refuse, but he'd officially run out of luck. At that moment, his legs gave out beneath him. He crumpled, carapace smarting at the sudden movement.
"Leo!" Donnie knelt next to him, eyes dark with worry. "Are you okay? What's happening?"
"It's nothing, I'm fine," he groaned out. His leg gave a traitorous pulse, and he yelped.
Donnie stood. "I'm getting Raph," he decided.
"No!" Leo cried. "Honestly, Tello, I'm fine."
"Is that why you're laying on the kitchen floor?"
Leo swatted weakly at Donnie's calf. "No," he groaned. "It's just... the rain. Makes all my scars ache, and stuff."
"Oh," Donnie said. He returned to a kneel. "I... didn't think of that."
"'S fine," Leo grumbled. "Just need to re-wrap my bandages." Something he was not looking forward to.
His muscles slowly untensed, leaving a dull ache of pain in their wake. He let out a miserable sigh, closing his eyes.
In a moment, he'd need to get up and make his way to the bathroom. Though, he could probably get away with a few more minutes on the floor. Donnie had seen him through worse.
To his surprise, he could feel an arm slipping under his shoulders, helping him up. He cracked open an eye to see Donnie on his left side, bracing his arm on the wall as he helped pull Leo to his feet.
"Okay, come on," he groaned. "Let's get you to the bathroom before you forget how to walk again."
"Ugh, rude," Leo said, accepting his support. "You'd say that to an injured man? I'm on the cusp of death here, Dee."
"I'd say that to a dead man."
"What, was that a threat?"
"No, but it can be."
Leo snorted, then winced as they made their way down the steps. Donnie was careful, but not smothering, letting Leo lead. They limped their way to the bathroom, where Donnie set him down on a stool, flicking on the light.
"Thanks for leaving fucking puddles everywhere," Donnie said, lifting up his foot and shaking it. "Did you really not dry yourself off at all?"
"I dried my off my katanas," Leo defended. Donnie rolled his eyes and mumbled something beneath his breath. He turned and began rifling through the cabinet for a towel.
"Just use one off the floor," Leo said, kicking at the towels he'd discarded earlier.
"Those ones are shit," Donnie said, emerging triumphant with a fluffy, dark purple towel he must have hidden somewhere in the back. "Do you really want a sad, dirty floor rag? Not that it wouldn't fit you, but..."
Leo snorted, hiding a grin in the back of his hand. Donnie leaned over and swaddled him in the towel, wiping off his plastron with quick motions.
"What are you, some kind of towel elitist?" He leaned away, grabbing the towel for himself and pulling over his carapace. "smh, can't believe you were holding out on me." He rubbed his hand over the plush fabric. "I might be stealing this."
"Did you just say 'smh' out loud?" Donnie asked. "And absolutely not, I will destroy you."
"Then you gotta tell me who your dealer is, at least." Leo buried his face in the cushy material. When he spoke again, his voice was muffled. "This is exactly the kind of wasteful bullshit I need in my life."
"Frivolous luxury would suit you," Donnie mused.
Leo simpered up at him. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"Do you even know what that word means? And don't fucking simper at me."
Leo simpered even harder.
Donnie grabbed one of the towels from the floor and threw it at him. Leo raised his hands with a laugh, shielding his face.
Donnie snatched his purple towel back. "Shh! You're gonna wake the others."
"I'm not the one who decided to commit a hate crime." Leo took off his mask and placed it on the sink.
"I threw a towel at you," Donnie deadpanned. "How is that a hate crime?"
"Because you were being mean to me." Leo wore his best pout.
"That's not a hate crime."
"It is if you hate me."
"I don't think you know what that word means, either." Donnie opened the first aid kit, setting it on the sink. "Okay, sit tight."
Leo stuck his tongue out, but kept quiet as Donnie leaned over him, inspecting his bandages. Neither of them spoke as Donnie took one in hand and carefully began to peel it off. He grimaced as it exposed the puckered scar beneath, gently dabbing it with a clean pad of gauze.
Leo didn't bother to wince at the soft prick of pain. It was so minuscule compared to everything else he'd gone through.
The thought was a depressing one, draining the small amount of humor he'd managed to recover out of his chest. He slumped a little, studying the floor.
Donnie seemed to notice the change. He paused for a minute, thinking. Leo could nearly hear the gears in his brain turning as he puzzled out what to say.
"...I hope the rain stops soon," he finally settled on, cautious.
"Yeah," Leo sighed. He glanced at the wall, his jaw working. "I used to like the rain."
"Yeah? Oh, that's right," Donnie remembered. "You would always beg papa to take you up to the surface when it rained. And then Raph."
Leo nodded mutely, turning his thoughts over in his head.
"Its... I just..." Leo glared at the wall. "It makes me angry."
Donnie replaced one of his bandages with a new one and started re-wrapping his shoulder. "The rain?"
A sudden wave of emotion rose in him, and Leo's hands clenched. "No. The Kraang. That they-- that they took that from me." He glared at the floor willing his mouth to not wobble. Damn it.
Donnie didn't speak, but he rested his free hand on Leo's shoulder.
"It's just-- it's so stupid." Leo tried for a bitter laugh, but it came out wetter than he'd intended. He sniffed, trying to get a hold of himself.
"It's just fucking rain. But it's like-- every time it rains, I'm not gonna be thinking about how much I like it, or drag you guys out to stand in it. 'Cuz all I'm gonna be thinking about it the stupid fucking Kraang."
Donnie had gone still, but his hand remained on Leo's shoulder, a silent show of support.
Leo swiped a hand over his face. "And it's stupid, because-- we got rid of them! The Kraang are supposed to be gone, or whatever." His voice broke on the word 'gone,' but he persisted.
"But they're still here. Everywhere I go in the city, I'm reminded of them. They're like... a shadow, or something, looming over me. All the things I like, they've infected." He barked out a wet laugh.
"I mean, did you know the reason I gifted all my Jupiter Jim comics to Mikey is that I can't read them without thinking about the Kraang? And it's-- so stupid because I love Jupiter Jim. But now I can't even watch our favorite movies, because every time it feels like a punch to the throat!"
Leo was about to cry, something he really didn't want to do right now. He took a tremulous breath. "I mean-- isn't that stupid? I know it's stupid." He let out a shaky laugh.
"...I don't think it's stupid," Donnie offered quietly. He returned to his previous task of changing Leo's bandages. "I think it makes perfect logical sense. We went through something traumatic. Of course it's going to affect us negatively."
Leo laughed, sharp and bitter. "Yeah." He glared at the floor.
It was quiet for a long moment.
"I get it."
Leo looked up, confused. "What?"
Donnie worried at the edge of his mouth, intent on his task. "Do you remember when I took control of the Technodrome?"
Leo swiped a hand across his face. Guilt twinged in his abdomen. "Mhm."
"In order to create a connection, it had to--" Donnie cut himself off. "Um. It had to. Physically connect to me."
Leo froze. "Like... how?"
Donnie tapped a repeating pattern on the edge of his shell, before reaching for the medical tape. "It was... through my shell."
"Oh." Leo said. Then, "Oh."
"Yeah," Donnie sighed.
Leo scuffed his feet on the floor. "Shit, Dee, I'm s--"
Donnie flicked him firmly on the forehead. "Don't."
"Hey!" Leo cried, rubbing at the spot.
"If you're gonna apologize, apologize for something that was actually your fault." The words were spoken with the tone of one who is used to speaking them. "And anyway, it was my choice."
"You wouldn't have needed to choose it if--"
"Nardo, oh my god, I will smack you." Donnie pulled back. "I am trying to empathize with you here, why are you making this so hard?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Leo mumbled.
Donnie sighed. "It's-- well, it's not fine, but. It's a topic for another time."
Leo nodded.
"As I was saying," Donnie continued, "It was not the most pleasant experience, going into it. And-- well, I didn't particularly enjoy the hasty removal, either.
"But... I didn't mind it, being in there. It's just... it made me realize how much I'm missing. How weak I am, with my shell." Donnie rubbed an absentminded hand over the strap of his battle shell. "Sometimes I'll wake up, and I'll..." His voice dipped into a whisper. "I'll miss it."
He paused as if waiting for Leo to react. Perhaps with disgust, or anger. Leo did neither, covering Donnie's hand on his shell with his own.
"I know it's not a perfect correlation, but. It makes me... feel. Emotions. Things I don't like." Donnie rummaged around in the kit for another piece of gauze. "And I just. It's. Ugh."
"'Ugh.'" Leo agreed. "That's a pretty good word for it."
Donnie scowled at him.
"I'm being serious!"
"Ok, enough being nice to you," Donnie announced. "I'm leaving. Suffer."
"But Dee," Leo whined, dragging out the 'e'. "You didn't finish wrapping my shell."
"Urgh, fine." Donnie rolled his eyes. Leo resisted a smile, secure in the knowledge that he wouldn't have actually left.
They lapsed into silence again. Far above, Leo could hear the rain slowing, the downpour giving way.
Donnie finished wrapping his shell. He pulled back, considering. There was an edge of hesitation to his expression. Leo knew that look.
ā€œWhatā€™re youā€”ā€
Donnie leaned down and pulled him into a hug.
Leo tensed for a moment, caught off guard.
Donnie was very particular about touch. He didnā€™t like casual touch, unless he was the one to initiate it. That, plus with the invasion, had made him even touchier about it than usual. Well, less touchier.
When was the last time theyā€™d just. Hung out? Slung an arm over the othersā€™s shoulder?
Leo closed his eyes and let out a shuddery sigh. He melted into the embrace. God, he was tired.
Donnie pulled back. He placed a hand on the back of his neck, mouth hanging open as if heā€™d had something to say, but had forgotten it.
ā€œYouā€™re bandages are done,ā€ he said finally.
Leo glanced down. ā€œOh. Thank you.ā€
Donnie nodded stiffly, and backed off. ā€œWe should turn the lights off before anybody else wakes up.ā€
Leo nodded in agreement. He was surprised Casey hadnā€™t woken yet. He made to stand, the full-body ache in his limbs intensifying. His feet landed in a puddle of water.
"Hold on, I have to clean the water off the floor," Leo said, reaching for a towel. Donnie intercepted him.
"I will clean it up," he contended. "It's time for you to get to bed."
"Don't act like your sleep schedule is any better than mine," Leo returned, but silently, he was grateful.
Donnie switched the lights off behind them and walked with Leo to his train car. It wasn't necessary by any means, but Leo didn't mind. The sick, weary feeling in his gut had been replaced by something warm and safe.
He paused at the steps to his train car, turning back. "I think I can go to bed by myself," he joked.
"After tonight, I truly doubt that," Donnie said drily, but Leo could hear a hint of fatigue in his voice. No doubt he was bone-tired.
Leo shuffled his feet. "Um, sorry. I didn't mean to keep you up."
Donnie stared at him, letting the silence stagnate long enough for Leo to remember their earlier conversation.
"Please go to bed," he said finally, exasperated.
"If I must," Leo sighed, putting on an air of melodrama.
"You must," Donnie deadpanned. Leo stuck his tongue at him again.
With little fanfare, Donnie turned and began to walk away. Leo watched him go, mentally preparing himself for the strain of getting up the steps into his train car.
ā€œOh, hey, and Leo?ā€ Donnie looked back.
Leo frowned in confusion. ā€œWhat?ā€
Donnie smirked at him. ā€œI changed my mind. Iā€™m not cleaning the floor.ā€
Leo gasped, adopting a scandalized expression. ā€œLiar! How could you?ā€
Donnie smiled evilly and disappeared up the steps into his train car.
Leo went to bed smiling.
In the morning, he checked the bathroom floor and found that it was clean.
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the-kipsabian Ā· 2 years ago
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im gonna complain sorry i need to get this out of my brain since ive been thinking about it recently. leaving it in the tags so you can ignore it or whatever
#i just. feel like im missing out on everything recently#everyone else is having fun with each other and their friends and im just. here for no reason#timezones fuck me over so intensely on like a daily basis and its so fucking sad like#the society is demanding me to be a responsible human being which means sleeping - and while i do that everyone else has fun#yall get to watch things together. yall get to chat about things together. yall get to do shit in real time#like im not blaming anyone for having fun good for you im glad youre enjoying yourselves and everything!!#but also i just. feel left out. and its very stupid but im stupid and so is having to sleep and i never get to do anything fun cause of it#i never get to watch stuff live. i never get to participate in anything. and when i maybe do its an anxiety situation so i have to pass#i think thats why wrestling is rn a very sore spot for me. i havent really watched anything in a while cause i feel so left out#like im always behind. and i know it shouldnt matter but when i see everyone interacting with live blogs and such and i know i cant do that#and theres no point doing that afterwards#and the only things i can reasonably live blog are things that nobody else watches or cares about and im just#mostly anyways i only put my time and effort into something that only i care about#and im not gonna lie it kinda hurts. like ofc i cant ask anyone else to care but i just feel so fucking lonely sometimes#sorry im just. not in a good spot. honestly i probably never will be cause none of this is going to change cause i cant change it#and i cant and wont ask anyone to change it cause thats not good or fair or anything to anyone#i shouldnt even post this this is so stupid and im such a stupid little baby but im just...#im so fucking lonely sometimes and i see everyone else being able to do things and have fun and enjoy themselves. without me#im so lonely and im so jealous and it just fucking sucks okay#im gonna go now. im sorry#night is an absolute mess on main
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itsalwaysdark Ā· 4 days ago
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THE CUT DIDNT WORK FML
under the cut bc im like a little scared (its like a blanket to me and things like this) but you know when youre rationalizing a thought in your head and you suddenly recognize it and youre trying to justify it and then you get hit with the its kind of fucked up that i think that thought. and then its really quite scary
eta absolutely humiliating can you believe this . like a kick to the head you know.
#šŸ”ƒ they never freaking have the one i need šŸ”ƒ and ā†–ļø are the closest but its like. do you understand what i mean i need the l shaped arrow#pointing up there. its IMPORTANT !!!! whatever its just sctually so fucked up OH MY GOD WAIT BEST DAY EVERRRR MY LITTLE BROTHER SAID HE#LOVED IT YAYYYY i forgot to mention i cooked tonight :]]] i was just doing spam bowls go to easy crowd favorite But my little brother has#strong preferences. but i tried to think of ways to make it a bit more suitable for him i took out the rice seasoning and added umm. i#offered ketchup but he apparently tried it without ketchup and liked it so :] im glad#and with the grown up bowls i added umm i fried a little bit of garlic in the butter while i was buttering the pan for the eggs nd then#cracked the eggs into that#or on mine it was ummm. i got the eggs that i made too early that were the cold less silky yolked or whatever that kind of thing. and i#hadnt thought to do the garlic yet so i just i just had like a the click experience that was crazy. anyways so i just put the minced garlic#on top of the egg at some point. hold on i got lost#ph yeah so i just put the mjnced garlic on top of the egg you understand. but for the other two the garlic was mixed in sorry i had like a#vision of how i want to try it next time that i think would be good. to be announced#umm. yeah i think i said everything i was supposed to say didnt i. oh and the mushrooms rhe mushrooms#we had leftover mushrooms from stuffed mushrooms the other night so i decided to mince them (and then lamp said im not allowed to hold#knives so they did it) anyways yeah. minced them and then cooked them on the flat-top after using it to cook (kind of searish JDNFFJ very#light brown (i like mine a bit on the darker side to be honest.) but umm. yeah. if i were to do fancy restaurant presentation id have had#the spam just folded out over the eggs ? like id have all the egg yolks centered on one edge of the sort of circular whites you know#and then have the spam slices fanned out there you know. probably chives on top i havent actually ever gotten to cook with chives i think#but i want to... bc everybody and their mother loves chives so i want to try you know. i think i might have in the past but ive got a mind#like a sealed sieve. as we know. but yeah something like that#and if i was drawing it sort of. well im not sure if itd be minimalist or if itd be like. i dont know or whatever. well whatever you get th#picture. im positive im almost out of tags... or i must be#oh i forgot this was a me freaking out post i got so excited about the food#one universal sort of mistske of i forgot to talk about the eggs. but one sort of universal mistake i made was that i cooked the spam and#mushrooms way early bc i forgot to actually turn on the rice cooker#i also didnt wash out the rice enough (i did 5 rounds and figured that was enough. it wasnt) but anyways. but yeah so the spam and mushroom#(kind of roughly diced) that i fried . yeah#anyways so i put that on top and then the umm. on mine i had the little minced garlic since i didnt have mine in the eggs but i think it#could make a nice garnish on the egg side. and then id also do another sprinkle of rice seasoning over the top of the egg yolks i think#thatd be pretty. um anyways and yeah i hope you like my dish
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arolesbianism Ā· 11 months ago
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The sadness and agony that emerges everytime I start a new oni save and am forced to remember what it's like to have a dupe without a hat only to put them in a hat because I think they'd look cute only to remember hats make half of them look bald but I spent this long maxing out a skill for them so Im too stubborn to back down and remove the hat
#rat rambles#oni posting#it wouldnt be nearly as much of a problem if dupes didnt all have the same like 3 faces that I suck ass at differenciating at a glance#the amount of times Ive mixed up my maes and nikolas makes me sad Im sorry mae no one should be mistaken with nikola#if I knew how to acess the animation files Id be tempted to make a mod to change it but I dont so Im not#but imagine how cute itd be if abe and nikola had their side spikes stiking out from the sides of their hats#couldnt save the super short haired ppl tho sorry ren ari travaldo turner ruby and probably others too#speaking of my ari I keep mistaking my hassan for ari even tho I dont have an ari yet sorry bestie#hes my main storage and cleaning guy which is the role ari is in my other save#anyways the new save is continuing to go well even if things have slowed down a lil#I managed to get my salt water guiser up and running even if its a very lazy approach of basically just cooling it in a tundra biome#but itll work for the time being until I can get plastic from either drekos or by tapping into my oil biome#Im going for drekos rn since I have a lot of them around but if I can get some atmo suits set up quick enough I might just dive for oil#mainly because I want natural gas for a gas range tbh especially since I started farming waterweed as well#along with duskcaps so I already have access to the ingredients for several high quality gas range foods if I can get one running#now that might be a bit hasty but also I havent actually set base on the teleporter planetoid yet and both the transporters are right there#and I managed to find the sender on my main planetoid so I could pretty easily send over high quality food as a nice start up#this mostly tempts me because theres also a distinct lack of particularly easy to farm plants in the immediate vicinity of the teleporter#which doesnt mean there Wont be food but it does mean that quite a bit of digging will likely need to be done#with is also made tricky by the lack of early settlement oxygen sources available#and while I could theoretically send oxygen from the main colony Id rly rather not until I can get a spom or two set up#which leaves oxyferns and rust as the main oxygen options there until reliable water is found#now one thing I could do is fully transition my main base to getting all its oxygen from a spom and then send the rest of my algae over#my main thing is just Im not rly sure where I wanna put my first spom#I just simply dont have as many options as Id like due to being surrounded by mostly swampy and jungle biomes#not that I couldnt build there or dig them out its just Id rly rather have atmo suits first#which since I am very early in my dreko farm will likely take a lil bit#which also brings up the problem of getting my metal refinery up and running so I dont have to keep using the rock crusher#Ill probably just slap one in one of my tundra biomes as a short term solution but long term Ill probably have to take a shot at a proper#industrial sauna once I get plastic
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n0vazsq Ā· 1 month ago
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Till the day that I die | OP81 x Reader
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pairing . . . oscar piastri x dyslexic!youtuber!reader
summary . . . Being dyslexic on social media may be hard, but your knight in shining armour is always there to defend you
request . . . yes!! based on this request
word count . . . N/A
warnings . . . none!
faceclaim . . . blanca soler MY WIFE and lily zneimer for couple posts!
alexavia yaps . . . havent written a smau in a while im afraid ive forgotten how </3 ANYHOW im saur happy ydek bc i dont have to edit this?? i dont have to read it 75 times for mistakes?? MY DYSLEXIC ASS CAN BE FREE!!!!! ps this is LITTERED with refrences! also ignore how i kind off didnt follow the request I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO DO IT. dechipher the captions yallselves im too lazy to do it
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y/n l/n posted a new video !
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comments !
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yourusername grmw vlog is out!!! had so fun filsming it and we had an ella feaure included!!! (ella is y/n's dog!)
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y/nfan5 WOOHOO!!!!!
oscarpiastri Can't wait to have you in my arms
yourusername aww osc youre too sweet <3
oscarpiastri Only for you <3
f1_girly are those typos in the caption or am i tweaking
y/nswifeyy. They are! Y/n is dyslexic so every once in a while we get a typo or two
username1 im looking DISRESPECTFULLY
username2 how did she misspell two very easy words? girl go back to school
oscarpiastri She's dyslexic, you're not, so go fuck yourself
username3 OSCAR???
oscarloverr. I DIDNT KNOW OSCAR HAD IT IN HIM
y/nsno1fan guys IGNORE OSCAR AND LOOK AT Y/N
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oscarpiastri With the love of my life once again tagged: yourusername
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username4 I CAN DO ANYTHING PLS JUST LET ME HIT
charlesleclerc Don't bully my daughter-in-law
yourusername CHARLS ILYSM
yourusername BEST FATHER IN LAW I'VE EVR HAD
charlesleclerc I'm the only one you have?
yourusername doesn't mayyer
oscarpiastri Thank you Charles
lando_norris photo credits?
yourusername up mya ss
lando_norris wow y/n i thouht we were frinds
yourusername i ony like you because we're both dyslexic don't flatter yourslef mr norris
hater2 How do you mess up the word 'yourself' so bad?
yourusername magic
oscarpiastri Do you not have a life? Or is it hating on my girlfriend?
yourusername ate
oscarpiastri Thank you šŸ˜Š
username5 HELP OSCAR IS WHIPPED FOR Y/N
username6 who ISNT
username5 good point
plmvia Y/n i love you pls don't die
f1_3112 y/n ate, left no crumbs, wiped the plate clean and oscar is meh ig
yourusername i love you
oscarpiastri me more
yourusername till the day that i die i love you more
oscarpiastri MY HEART
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y/n l/n posted a new video !
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yourusername small phtotdup since my boyafriend is away at war ad is begging for pcitures </3 also a new vlog is out!
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username7 OH. MY. GOD. how hard is it for you to spell properly?
oscarpiastri As hard as it is for you to get a life and stop hating
yourusername gnawing at the bars of my enclisure that was hit
oscarpiastri Hit?
lando_norris she meant hot, oscar. hot
yourusername H-O-T-T-O-G-O you cna tae me hot to go!!!!!!!!!
oscarpiastri Stunning as always
oscarpiastri Zak better strap me down to the car because I am so close to booking a flight back home
oscarpiastri I've watched all your vlogs thrice
username8 my wife guys back off
oscarpiastri Uhm no?
username8 OMG OSCAR REPLIED SOS
oscarpiastri Text me please
yourusername will do
lando_norris this would've been a normal post if oscar wasn't a sappy muppet
yourusername oi leave my boyfriend alone
oscarpiastri When she defends you from haters <3
lando_norris you bring out a side in him that no one wants to see
yourusername sorry?
lando_norris you better be
username9 MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER
y/nplsmarryme gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous omg
verchstappan we're so back
oscah.pastry SHES MY IDOL
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yourusername finally reunited with my beuatufil biyfriend and the love of my life <33 love you till the die that iday tagged: oscarpiastri
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oscarpiastri I swear to god if someone comments about the typos in the caption I will personally run you over with my F1 car
yourusername so romantic šŸ˜
oscarpiastri All for you ā¤
lando_norris till the die that i day?
yourusername FUCK
oscarpiastri It's alright I got the meaning
yourusername i hare this dysexia
yourusername LANDO I SWEAR TO GOD
lando_norris I DIDN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING
yourusername you were about to
lando_norris sigh
superyuki22 i need this in my life
username10 mother y/n feed us some ynoscar crumbs
username11 if i was oscar id have a meltdown everyday out of stress of losing this goddess
username12 this is the best love story in the history of love stories
username13 im calling it theyre romeo and juliet
ynshoee_ this is so goals what
lawsons.lawyer parasocial relationship
charlesleclerc You two are very cute
yourusername so are you and alex!!
charlesleclerc You have my permission to propose
yourusername who said i alrwady didn?
charlesleclerc Okay.....
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oscarpiastri Happy anniversary, my love. From sneaking glances in the school hallways to cheering me on from the paddock, youā€™ve been my constant through it all. No matter how fast life moves, youā€™ll always be my greatest win. I love you forever, always. tagged: yourusername
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redbullb1tch max can keep his championships this is the REAL win
ynfann18 PREACH.
nicole.piastri The greatest prize Osc has ever won! Here's to many more!!
yourusername thank you mama piastri šŸ„¹ šŸ«¶
oscarpiastri Thank you mum <3
lando_norris nothing more iconic than this relationship
yourusername not even your win?
lando_norris let's not get ahead of ourselves
oscarpiastri You said it yourself?
lando_norris well don't take it so seriously
h4m1lt0ns44 if racing is all i need to pull someone like y/n i'd be a world champion
yourbsf from delievering your notes to each other in high school to seeing you celebrate half a decade of this relationship, you two have the best relationship ever šŸ«¶
yourusername thank you sm ml <33 hope to see you in the paddock with your f1 bf!
oscarpiastri Thank you, bsf/name!! I'll try my best to matchmake you with a driver so N/n can see you in the paddock more often
yourusername OSC
oscarpiastri Anything to make you happy ā¤
lando_norris hey yourbsf
oscarpiastri Oh?
username14 THE NO.1 COUPLE ON THIS EARTH FRRRR
username15 i'm so sick i want this RIGHT NOW
username16 my fav thing about them is oscar defending y/n's dyslexia
username17 If your man isn't like Oscar then dump him
yourusername you always make me feel like the most special girl in the world, even when your life is driving 300 kilometres per hour šŸ„¹ im so proud of you, not just for what youā€™ve acheived on the track but for who you are off it too šŸ«¶ ill love you till the day that I die, my favorit boy forever šŸ„°
oscarpiastri Youā€™ll always be my greatest achievement, on or off the track. I love you more than words, forever and always. ā¤ļø
yourusername till the day that i die
fin.
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duvirii Ā· 2 years ago
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god i need to rebrand
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velvetypoets Ā· 3 months ago
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Mister pitch perfect
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The perfect Gryffindor golden boy has gone off his rails to catch a Black daughter.
Warnings: James Potter x reader fanfic, James is down bad, I tagged marauders but no peter, Slytherin reader, Black family reader, reader is portrayed as she/her, reader centric, forbidden love trope, SFW, James perspective
havent done this in a while and this will be the first time im posting on this platform. im very sorry if its quite messy!
this was supposed to be a oneshot but i drag it too much. so it'll be some sort of a series oneshot? will also be posted on ao3 soon!
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It was never meant to be. James Fleamont Potter was basically molted into the perfect specimen of man and every soul who has ever walked Hogwarts knew. Sure he would cause trouble every then and again with his fellow mates. Yet of course, James would always dazzle his way out of it with a few charming smiles or reasonings to squeal his way out of being blamed.
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He was confident, charismatic, spotless.
And when he meets eyes with you, it was set. James is sitting at his usual spot with the marauders at supper when the moment arrives. You were fixing your necklace to your neck at the Slytherin table, struggling with the clasps as your face scrunches in frustration. James almost walks the whole way over to you and offers his assistance right then and there.
"Stop undressing my cousin with your eyes, Prongs," Sirius brings James back to reality with a slap on the back of his head. He seems to still be having his feast so that was new of him to pick on James in that setting. Remus raises an eyebrow as he stares at the two, "Since when do you care about the other Blacks?"
"That was foul, Pads!" James yell as he rubs his head and glares at his mate, he's used to Sirius playfights but that slap seems to be sincere. He tries to focus on the conversation as he tries to find you again on the table across. You seemed to have moved next to Regulus as he helps you with your necklace. James lets out an involuntary sigh.
"She's different, Moony. She's on the edge too. Pretty sure she's going to find a way to run when she hits 18," Sirius lets out a scowl, "Heard she is to be arranged with Nott. Bloody brilliant that."
"Nott? That Nott? Surely you're joking. That bastard can't even keep his owl alive for a week! How's he going to keep a wife that young?!" Remus exclaims in disbelief. Whipping his head to take a good look at you now that you're a big deal. "I wish I was. I love you but seriously mate, don't. You're big enough trouble yourself," Warns Sirius with his fork right to to James face. A juicy piece of meat dangling right on it.
He bites it though. Sirius lets out a shrieking squeal of, "My meat!", erupting laughter at the Gryffindor table as James chews proudly with a sly smile across his face. The boisterous sound turns a few heads, including yours. Your brows raised at the sudden commotion, only to have the red of your cheeks creep in as you find one of your cousin being the center of it. He watches as you rub your cheeks to hide the tint.
James gulps the meat down. He's quite full himself but he must admit, it's nothing like he has ever had.
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The next time he sees you, you are sitting by yourself writing in parchments on a patch of grass by the lake. James is in a broom practicing to catch the golden snitch on Hogwarts grounds. Quite foolish but he's gotten bored of the arena and its currently being used by the Hufflepuff team anyways.
He's worried about you sitting all alone in this breeze though. It's quite cold and you don't seem to be wearing enough layers. He keeps a distance near a tree so as not to scare you, although he is quite discontent with seeing just your figure by the lake.
You whipped your head to the skies behind you, "Reggie? Is that you?" You ask calmly, your eyes not missing the shadowy figure blatantly hiding behind a tree, "I saw you from the reflection. Very funny, Regs."
James cracked a smile at your sarcastic tone. He even finds your voice perfect. He fixes himself a little before he reveals himself off the shade and lands in front of you, "So I'll take it you find me quite funny?"
Your eyes widened as you process the man in front of you. Why would James Potterā€”the Gryffindor golden boyā€”be here? And why is he talking to you now?
"You're not Reggie." You said still in shock, almost sounding like a question. Your brows are raised as you try to study his demeanor. He's holding his broom awkwardly in his arms, you've always thought James Potter's confident composure was permanent.
"Well if your standards of humour is a certain Regulus Black, I'm sure I'd be comical, love," He cracks a small smile and a hand extended to you, "Potter. James Potter."
You look at James like you're Newt Scamander finding a newfound beast, "I know who you are. Everybody does," You said in disbelief, finding the whole situation suspicious. The breeze of wind moves his curly hair to his face, framing it gracefully, "What I want to know is why are you doing this? We're not exactly fit to be friends."
"Why that's quite bold of you, lovely. Who said I'd like to be friends?" He said as he leans closer. You never noticed it before but his glasses are rather clean today, his hazy eyes look at you with glimmer in them you've never seen on anyone before. You think to yourself if its one of the charisma of being James Potter.
You stood your ground, you would have never thought to ever be face to face with this dazzling man in front of you. You are a Black though, your legs won't give in even if you try, "Well that's settled then. Are you here to pick a fight?" You ask him plainly, crossing your arms upon your chest.
James finds it adorable, he knows full well of his effects on people and especially of course girls. What he doesn't understand is the effect you have on him. "The contrary, darling. I have a proposition for you."
You lift a brow and yet let him continue, "I heard you're in quite the predicament with Nott. Now I know a way to get you out," His claim makes your eyes open, you let him continue. Words dripping in confidence, "A date. With me."
This time, you can't help but let out a laughā€“of which James can't help but take in the sight. He's completely enamoured.
'What? Huhā€“ Hold on. You can't be serious," You looked at him as if he had gone mad, the thought of a Black and a Potter dating is out of this world, "I don't know what kind of prank you're up to, but do you seriously think I'll fall for that?"
"Wait, I am serious! Picture this, if Nott knows you're going out with me he'd be livid, enough to break off the arrangement. I mean have you seen the way that scum looks at me? It's like he has this permanent face of eating vomit flavoured Bertie Bott's Beans!" He rants as he joined in on the laughter with you.
You are smiling as the laughter reduces to giggles. As stupid as it is, it has a good chance of actually working. You pondered, there's still one thing on your mind, "What's in it for you? Would I have to do anything?"
James let out a smile, his palms are sweating like he's deep into a Quidditch game, "Well I get to see Nott lose his brideā€”" He pauses, confronting himself whether to tell you the real truth or not, "I mean I'll also get a beauty on my side."
You roll your eyes at that, "Don't you try to charm me, Potter. Give me the real reason or its off. I have a feeling you need this more than I do,"
She's right, James thought. He was about to play it off if you denied it straight away, he wasn't entirely sure you would actually take him seriously. He grasps the sight of you for a bit before closing his eyes tight, "Okay, how about I tell you the reason in a weekā€” Maybe a month. You don't have to do anything, we'd just go out like normal couples do. Sounds good to you?" He said, he extends his arms to you for a handshake. His thoughts full of prayers to Merlin so you wouldn't notice the tremble in his arm.
You grin the same one James had seen a million times on Sirius's face, the Black's grin of content. You shake his hand firmly, his big ones almost encasing yours, "You've got yourself a deal, Potter."
James is using every atom on his magical being to control his ecstasy as he smiles widely at you. Once the handshake is done he reaches for his scarf over his neck and wears it on you, "Nice doing business with you, sweetcheeks. I do hope you start wearing warmer clothes though. No snogging will be done if you're in Pomfreys care."
She looks good in my color
Well technically so is the color of a quarter of the schools because of course its a Griffyndor scarf.
"You surely don't expect me to go back. To my dorm. Through the halls, the stairs and the common room. With this on?"
Oh I won't regret this one bit, James thought. He chuckles at your words dripped in such a sarcastic tone, "Of course not, darling. Do you think I'm mad?"
He extends his arms for you to hold, "We'll go back together. Through the halls, the stairs, even the common room. I heard you folks have lovely parties there."
You let out a chuckle as you circle your arms around his, "Oh, the best ones. Your Gryffindors ass is so not invited though."
"Well at least I do have a lovely one, don't I?"
"Oh shut it, Potter!"
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Another storm of commotion is coursing through Hogwarts. A lot has played it off as a mere prank. James grins at the thought of it. He has only you on his mind lately, cherishing the bits of conversation you and him had.
He's on his way to charms class this morning, one that inconveniently does not have you in it, he checked. He checked your schedule last night sneaking through administration with the invisibility cloak.
Moony and Pads by his side as usual. Sirius seems to still haven't caught wind of it, his hair tousled from a good sleep. Apparently he was up all night helping Remus solve a 10k piece magic puzzle.
Won't be long with how loud the students are gossiping though. James let out a coherent sighs. He had an amount of grins with knowing looks from a couple male students and even a pat on the back by a random Slytherin, "Alright, what is going on?" Remus breaks first. Stopping the two boys right before the class door.
James crackles a laugh, "What's going on? Nothing's going on, mate! What?" Moony lets out a drawled scowl on him, one he makes when he pieces that they're in some kind of trouble, "Why is everybody on Hogwarts up your pants then, Prongs?!"
Sirius yawns as he hugs James by the side to lean his head on him, "Yeah... Saw that too even if my eyes were closed the entire walk. You can tell us mate, come on," He does notice the lack of scarf on his mate's neck though, none in this rapidly chilly morning? "Prongsie, where's your scarf? I could really use a pillow hereā€“"
"Oh! Thank Merlin! One second late and I would've thrown this in the bin. Here, take this off me," There you are with James Potter red and yellow scarf on your hands, just coming out the door. All three boys were quite startled, "What? Wait. This isn't your class," said James. His eyes land on the presence of a Slytherin scarf wrapping your neck. James wishes he could take that one instead.
"Yeah... I'm sort of risking being late to Dark Arts for this but I can't take the whispering anymore. I might square the next person who even looks at me!" You told him, your grip on his scarf tightens and James wishes the fabric would stretch upon your nails.
Sirius is well awake now, his bagged eyes darting between you and James as if you're both insane, "Holdā€“Hold on! What is this? What is happening, Why do you have James's scarf?" He cuts, going between you and James to put a distance and blocks James view. Remus gives James a 'he did warned you, mate' face at the side.
James on the other hand, in too much of a thrill of seeing you this early in the morning, "You could also just admit ya didn't want me to get cold, love. Thanks for the thought there," He said almost shouting as he stands on his tips to try and see you from above Sirius's head.
You let out an annoyed grunt, "Ugh I don't have time for this. Here Siri, give this to that stupid friend of yours. I'd like to keep my Dark Arts seat next to Cissy and Malfoy's been eyeing it like the vulture he is," You throw James's scarf to your cousin's head not caring if it covers his vision, it earns a few chuckles from nearby students. He trashes to take it off and looks at you in betrayal.
You're about to run off to Dark Arts and leave your cousin and his foolish mates when your feet stop and turn you back, "If you still want that date to happen. Expect my owl, Potter. She's a snow named Emerald."
"Oh and it is lovely to meet you, Remus. Do take care of my sod cousin and my idiot boyfriend. Make sure they're out of trouble," You smiled sincerely at Remus, you actually do admire him a little. You love dark arts and your professor rants and rants about Remus's talents.
Remus seems taken aback, but that would make the three of them. You left after he reciprocated your smile and responded with a polite, "You too, (Y/N)."
And as such, you scurried off in a rush to go shoo away Lucius Malfoy from your seat and save Narcissa. Leaving behind a bewildered Remus, an angered Sirius, and a lovestruck James.
James keeps his eyes on you until you turn the corridor, a stupidly huge smile stays on his lips. He turns to find the reality of Sirius's wrath upon him. Remus is quite literally holding back Sirius with his whole body, it's quite an advantageous turn of events that Sirius hasn't had his proper sleep yet.
"Boyfriend! Boyfriend?! When did you evenā€“ How is thisā€” Let me go, Moony! He's going to have an earful!"
He definitely will get that earful later. James grins an apologetic smile at Remus as he picks up his scarf that fell to the ground. He could already smell the sweet of your scent from a distance.
Remus lets out a huffed noise, "You really do always get what you want don't you?"
James doesn't reply. He wraps his own scarf on his neck, embracing the warmth it does to his skin. Your scent crashes onto him like tidal waves. A tint of rose blooms on the pale of his cheeks.
He smiles faintly at the open skies over the hall window. He wishes for an owl he hadn't even met for safe travels.
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ā€œNothinā€™?ā€
ā€œMhm.ā€
ā€œWhats behind your back then?ā€
You sway in place, trying to suppress a knowing smile. ā€œI dont have anything behind my back.ā€ (6.4k words)
tags!! - 18+ modern au! Husband! Joel Miller, Wife! Reader, you guys are happy and in love!, mutual obsession if u squint, lots of exposition im so freaking sorry, pervert Joel if u squint, praise kink joel if you squint, dumbification if you squint, written for those with daddy issues lowkeeyyyyy, written with game joel in mind but could be hbo joel no problem!, lowk i combined the two in my mind, mentions of shy old man joel, housewife! reader (by choice), unspecified age gap but reader is like. thirty? and joels Like...55??, talk about joel taking medication for his anxiety, p in v sex, dirty talk, public sex, outdoor sex, joel has a kink for dresses because i said so? service top joel if you squint, pet names, a pinch of jealousy and possessiveness for fun, playful banter, mentions of maria and tommy and their baby with a made up name Lol, mentions of ellie and sarah (rip), mentions of readers past abusive relationships, talk about joel struggling with substance abuse/addiction and being hospitalized.....Im sure u can theorize why </3, lots of lore ill get into in another fic MAYBE *smirks*, flip flop in perspective, sometimes showing what joel is thinking or what reader is thinking blah blah
authors notes!! - hi there!!! im mocha and this is my first joel fic ever + my first fic posted to tumblr!! im really nervous cuz i havent written anything in months and ive never written joel before so please let me know if you like it!! id love to write more of this au for u guys if theres a demand for it...Thank u for reading!! also barely proof read im ngl. ive been staring at this fic all day im sick of itttt. p.s i dont usually write smut i also kinda do idfk Is this bad or am i tweaking
You step out of the house, morning sun soaking into the roots of your hair and the driveway beneath your feet. Theres a package youve been waiting for.Ā 
You cant contain your grin as you wiggle it out of the hot prison that is your mailbox.
ā€œWhat the hell are you doinā€™ out there barefoot?ā€ Joel chastises you from the front door, leaning his elbow on the frame. Joel, your lovely husband of two years. Been together for five. And because of how hard he works, you have the privilege of being a stay at home wife. Some people think that sort of life is stifling, but youve never felt so free. No more jobs you hate, no more financial struggles. Just you, Joel, and your cat, Cement. He likes to pretend it isnt a totally hilarious name for a pet.
You were his first relationship in almost a decade, so it was a lot of work helping him unpack his anxieties about dating, and a lot of work for you to feel safe and unafraid. Honestly? Youve been mistreated by enough men to land you in the psychward.
But Joel never yells at you, he never breaks things when hes angry or threatens to hurt you. He might raise his voice every now and again, but its never because of something you did. Sometimes the stress of life is just too much.Ā 
He works hard, he loves his daughter- daughters- and he would do anything to keep you happy. Whatever you say goes, he says. Even now, you hardly argue. Of course you have disagreements, or off days thatd lead to one of you being especially moody, but the both of you do your best to communicate.
Behind that rough exterior, is someone who just wants to be needed.Ā 
You first met Joel at a youth center you volunteered at, he taught guitar, you taught arts and crafts. Joel says it was your smile and sense of humor that charmed him. It was his singing and southern accent for you.
Your favorite thing about Joel is how soft he gets around you. He says its because you make it easy to be soft.Ā 
Joel was a shy lover at first. He would get nervous just kissing you, or holding your hand. While most people become intimate very early on in their relationship, you and Joel didnt do anything sexual for the first five months of you dated. Sure, you almost did, plenty of times, but he would get so overwhelmed and cut things short. You broke two of your vibrators during this era of your relationship. Embarassing.
You remember your first time very vividly. Joel had worked back to back doubles trying to meet a deadline, and on the final day, after having barely spoken to you for almost a week, you had shown up to his house, unannounced. You were wringing water out of your jacket when he swung the door open.Ā 
ā€œHow-ā€ Joel blinks a few times, stepping forward to examine the rainfall. ā€œHow long you been out here?ā€
ā€œNot that long,ā€ You lie and pick up the container you brought off the porch chair. Part of you had a hard time mustering up the courage to even knock on the door. Droplets of water cascade down your chin. ā€œHi, sorry. I know youre tired.ā€
He shakes his head, voice soft and warm. ā€œSā€™fine. Now cā€™mon, youre gonna get sick.ā€
Youre seated at the little dining table next to the kitchen now, trying to let the sound of the rainfall ease your nerves.
Joel was quick to grab you a towel, and does the honors of drying your face and hair with it. ā€œWhy didnt you jusā€™ call me? Woulda gotten out of the shower faster if i knew you were gettinā€™ soaked out there like this.ā€
ā€œI dunno, sorry.ā€
ā€œAnā€™ whatd i tell you about apologizinā€™ all the time?ā€
ā€œSor- Uh. Right. Okay.ā€ You tighten your jaw. No more.
Joel moves behind you, now squeezing water out the ends of your hair. ā€œWhasā€™ that?ā€
ā€œOh!-ā€ You peel back the lid, showing it to him. ā€œOld fashion cake donuts are your favorite right? I remember you saying you liked eating them with your coffee in the mornings soā€¦I made these. Youve been working a lot lately and I wanted to do something nice for you.ā€
Joel gingerly grasps the container from your hands, looking into it. Theyre a warm golden brown, outside evenly fried, and the sweet scent of them hits his nose right away.
ā€œI was just gonna leave them on the doorstep and call you to tell you they were there, but I wanted to see you.ā€
His adam's apple bobs as he swallows the dryness in his throat. Youre too good for him.Ā 
ā€œThank you very much.ā€ He presses a kiss to your damp hair. ā€œNow, lets get you into some dry clothes.ā€
Joel gives you a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers to keep you modest while your clothes wash and dry.Ā 
You wait patiently on his bed for the hot chocolate he promised you before you showered. Theres nothing to watch on the tv, so you just turn it off and reach for the lamp on his nightstand instead.Ā 
He comes in quietly, and sets the mug down beside the lamp. You finally come into focus, clear as day even under the low lighting.
ā€œYou uh.. You look nice.ā€
You blink. ā€œI look nice?ā€
ā€œIn my shirt.ā€
That gets a smile out of you.Ā 
Joel tips his head towards the mug. ā€œSā€™hot so, give it a few minutes. Dont want you burninā€™ your mouth.ā€
You nod. ā€œOkay.ā€
Hes sat beside you now and the two of you sit in silence for a while. Its not awkward, just the kind of silence where both of you want to say something but just.. Cant.
Joel unravels first. ā€œMissed you, yā€™know. Just been tired.ā€
ā€œI know.ā€ Your voice wobbles, and Joels jaw tightens like hearing you sound so sad stings him. ā€œI missed you, too.ā€Ā 
He slides his hand over yours, giving it a squeeze. Its okay.Ā 
ā€œHey Joel...Can I stay the night?ā€Ā 
ā€œSure. Id really like that.ā€
While you drink your hot chocolate, you and Joel catch up. You both talk about work, and about your new found interest in baking. Joel teases you about your lack of cooking skills, you do the same. Youre both useless.Ā 
When its time to climb into bed, neither of you can actually fall asleep. Joel rolls onto his side, away from you and the window. You follow, curling up like a little cat against his back. The sensation is nice for the both of you.
You speak up after a little while.
ā€œJoel?ā€
ā€œMm.ā€
ā€œThank you for letting me stay.ā€
He scoffs, voice thick with exhaustion. ā€œLike I'd force you to leave after you brought me such a nice present.ā€
You let out a little giggle, ā€œSo if i didnt, youd kick me out?ā€
ā€œId think ā€˜bout it.ā€
You gasp, gently shoving at his back. ā€œThats meanā€¦!ā€
ā€œSā€™really not.ā€
ā€œOh yeah? And what if I poisoned them?.ā€
ā€œThen itd jus' be a regular day of your cookinā€™ then.ā€ Joel reminds you, lighthearted. Too many times where you left the shells in your eggs or burnt toast or left the bacon on the pan for too long.
ā€œYou cant get mad at me for my dark past when you made a perfectly good sirloin taste like horse leather.ā€
ā€œUgh. Dont remind me. That was like putting a one-hundred dollar bill into a paper shredder. How do either of us stay alive again?ā€
ā€œUh. Digiorno?ā€
ā€œDigiorno.ā€
After a few moments, Joels rolling over again, and hes guiding your head to settle against his chest. Your arms wrap around him, and his arms around you.Ā 
ā€œJoel,ā€ You whisper. He hums. ā€œIm cold.ā€
ā€œSā€™cause youre not wearinā€™ any pants.ā€
ā€œAnd whos fault is that?ā€
ā€œStill yours.ā€
ā€œI was left out in the rain like a sad, sopping wet cat. One that was left in a box all alone with no familyā€¦ā€ You pretend to sniffle. ā€œDont you feel bad for me?ā€
Joel sighs, not saying anything more except making sure the part of the comforter behind your back is tucked into your side so the cold air doesnt get in. When hes done, you do a little shimmy up his body, and throw your leg over his hip.Ā Oh no.
Hes alert now. Very alert. Be normal. Joel hesitates, licking the dryness off his lips. ā€œUh. Feel better?ā€
ā€œMhm.ā€ You push your face into his throat, cat-like, before settling down again. Hes like a radiator.
Actually scratch that, he cant be normal.Ā 
ā€œDarlinā€™.ā€ He rasps, patting your back to get your attention.
ā€œMm?ā€
ā€œYour leg. Move it.ā€
A few beats pass. ā€œWhy?ā€
ā€œBecauseā€¦ā€ Wow,Ā  he didnt think hed get this far. You shift forward and Joel lets out a quiet exhale through his nose, one that couldve been masked by the rain if you werent so close.
ā€œAre you-ā€
ā€œNo! No. Its- Its not what you think-ā€ He cant see your face in the darkness but he knows you feel the semi-hard struggling through the confines of his pants. Lame.
ā€œJoel,ā€ You say, soft. Your hands slide up his arm to cradle his jaw. Lightning flashes into the room, giving you a glimpse of Joels tight expression. He whispers your name back, just as soft.
ā€œThis is normal.ā€Ā 
Its normal, it is! Except for the fact that you guys havent had sex yet. The stress of being intimate is too much, kills his boner in a blink. The longer he waits the worse the anxiety gets.
ā€œI-I know.ā€
You place a hand on his chest, feeling it pound away like crazy through all the soft muscle.Ā Ā 
ā€œYouve been taking your medication, right?ā€
Has he?
The silence of him thinking is proof enough. ā€œJoel-ā€
He sighs, rubbing his eyes through the darkness .ā€œI know, I know. Shoot, Im sorry. I just forget sometimes.ā€
ā€œIts okay.ā€ The pad of your thumb strokes the tops of his cheek, and you press a tender kiss to his mouth to soothe him.Ā  ā€œ...Want me to remind you?ā€
The softness of your lips has him a bit dazed. ā€œHuh?ā€
ā€œI said, do you want me to remind you? I can- You know, call you before you leave work. Make sure you take them.ā€
ā€œYou know I wake up at five-o-clock in the morninā€™ , right?ā€
ā€œI know.ā€Ā 
In a whisper, ā€œOkay.ā€
Joels rough palms trail down your back and stop at the curve of your butt, finger tips delicately tracing the skin above your shorts. You shiver.
Barely above a whisper. ā€œWe dont have to go all the way.ā€
He says your name again, laced with worry. He doesnt want you to feel pressured.Ā 
You pull your leg off his hip and push yourself up, settling your hands on either side of Joels head.
ā€œCan I tell you something?ā€
ā€œYes-ā€
ā€œ-And you cant get all in your head about it. You stay here, with me. You stay present.ā€
ā€œOkay, okay.ā€ He nods, a bit defeated. ā€œI will stay present.ā€
ā€œWhen you...When you say you dont wanna have sex, what is it that youre thinking exactly? I know you said you just get really nervous but I feel like youre not being totally honest.ā€
Joel stays quiet, idly rubbing your sides. Maybe you are a cat. Just getting to feel any part of you is soothing. ā€œI jusā€™ want you to feel good. ā€˜Fraid ill do somethinā€™ you dont like.ā€
ā€œYou cant assume how I feel, Joel. Being intimate.. It takes time to learn what the other person likes.ā€
He sighs. ā€œI know.ā€ Youre always right.
Adding on, ā€œLike I said, we dont have to go all the way,ā€ You lean further back, situating yourself on his hips. He lets out a shaky breath when he feels the pressure of your ass through his sweats.
ā€œBut, I want to start somewhere. I want to feel you.ā€Ā 
ā€œFuck- Um-ā€ Hes shaking now, letting you grind your hips down onto him. Joel cant seem to control the way his hips instinctively push up to meet yours. Youre both becoming of a mess of little gasps and hot breaths and tiny whimpers already.
You hunch forward, guiding his hand under your your shirt- His shirt- letting him feel up the supple skin of your stomach, then the area where your ribs are, then your-
ā€œAnd I want you to feel me,ā€
Surprisingly, you did actually go all the way that night.
Your sex life was a bit of a rocky start, but after Joel got over most of his anxiety, you learned quickly just how goddamn insatiable he was. Five years in and he still regularly makes you sore.Ā 
There are a couple things you learned about him and his sexual interests. He loves to take you in his truck, in your kitchen, in your bathroom, on your couch. Other, riskier places.Ā Anywhere that isnt your bed apparently, not that he isnt fucking you there either.
Joel is handsy, so handsy infact it embarasses you to no end, especially when youre infront of others. Thats usually how it starts, too. First he kisses you, then gropes your hips and your ass, and the next thing you know, youre cumming on his fingers. Then hed bend you over, or get you on your back, or make you ride him. Is it really riding if hes just slamming up into you until your brain turns into mush?
He likes that too. Making you not think.
Youd be lying if you said its only ever him. Sleepy morning handjobs before work, whining to him over the phone and touching yourself to his voice, arching your back into him while you're washing dishes, sucking him off after hours in his office.
And while most men prefer lingerie or little costumes, Joel likes dresses. Dresses that are discreet so he can take you in the backyard when he comes home early and sees you gardening. Or when youre both at a friends house and hes had a little too much to drink and finds himself alone with you. Dresses that make it easy to play his favorite game with you. I touch you, and you make sure we dont get caught by being too loud. Joel really is the worst sometimes.
Now, you only ever wear pants when its cold, or to bed or sometimes when youre lounging, like today. Youre in some shorts and a tank top. Otherwise, its dresses all year round, usually retro styles or ones meant for spring. Joels not picky though, he loves any dress on you.
Even if you wear an extremely modest, white lacey sleep dress, looking like some kind of vintage ghost, the man would still keep you up all night. And he has. He said you looked like a princess. You guess you kind of did.
The entire thing is like an unspoken arrangement between you both. He doesnt tell you to wear them, you just do.
And he works hard to spoil you, so why not buy as many cute dresses as possible?Ā 
You got a cute dress today too, on the same day Joel has off. You think its going to be a new favorite of his.
The big polymailer stays hidden behind your back. Be casual. ā€œUh- Nothing!ā€
ā€œNothinā€™?ā€
ā€œMhm.ā€
ā€œWhats behind your back then?ā€
You sway in place, trying to suppress a knowing smile. ā€œI dont have anything behind my back.ā€
ā€œLemme see then. Show me your hands-ā€
ā€œHey, Mrs. Miller!ā€
Both you and Joel turn your heads to the voice, and only one of you has the energy to fake a a smile. Your neighbor is stopping in his driveway, having come back from a jog it looks.
ā€œHi, Lee.ā€Ā 
Joel really, really, really doesnt like Lee. You dont like him either, but youre not one to cause problems. Lee on the other hand, is. Hes a bit younger than you, and a lot younger than Joel. Hes one of those tech dudes with a massive ego, thinks that youll be swayed by his money and his ā€œcharmā€ and youth as if youre some sad housewife in need of saving. Gross.Ā 
And another thing, Lee doesnt even actually live here! Hes here ever so often to visit his dad between, you dont know, tech expos? You forget. Joel believes he started showing up more often to see you.Ā 
Youre walking towards the porch again. Joels looking especially unhappy to see him today, knuckles pulled taut into a fist. His lips stay pressed into a thin line, careful not to let anything slip out. He usually lets you do most of the talking, as much as it pains him.Ā 
Joels really not a fan of the way Lees eyes take a trip up your bare legs. Little shit.
ā€œOut with no shoes again, Mrs. Miller?ā€
ā€œYou know me, Im uh- Im weird.ā€
ā€œThe weird ones do it best.ā€ He smiles, all teeth. It gives you the creeps. His attention is on Joel now. Its like watching a puppy try to one up a wolf. ā€œRight, Joel?ā€
ā€œUh huh.ā€ Whatever that means.
ā€œActually, I've been meaning to ask you something, Mrs. Miller.ā€ Lee crosses into your driveway and you glance briefly at Joel, as if to make sure he isnt going to start growling at the other to stay away. Youre clutching the package to your chest now.Ā 
ā€œHave you ever been to a support group for uh- you know, the spouses of addicts?Ā  I have a friend from work and shes really struggling.ā€Ā 
Lees tone is sugary sweet, but the fake kind you put in diet soda except that stuff is way better. Joel sighs from the door. You stand there, dumbfounded on the porch steps because what the fuck is he going on about.Ā 
You clear your throat, keeping your voice firm. ā€œNo. Ive never needed to.ā€Ā Ā 
Joels voice cuts in like a knife. ā€œBeen clean for almost twenty years now.ā€
ā€œYeah but, you know,ā€ He shrugs, squinting a bit under the morning sun. ā€œRelapses happen.ā€
Joel and Lee are at a stand still, and the moment Joel lets the arm leaning on the frame drop to his side, you know youre in for a lot of trouble. You move quickly towards the door. ā€œWe have to get ready for a- uh- a thing? but Im sorry about your friend.ā€
ā€œThank you, Mrs. Miller. Im doing my best to support her.ā€ And before he turns away, he just has to be slimy to you. ā€œIf you need someone to talk to, Im here for you.ā€
ā€œNo, that really wont be necess-ā€
Joels slinging a strong arm around you to yank you back inside before shutting the door.Ā 
ā€œMotherfucker,ā€ He hisses to himself, stomping through the walkway and into the kitchen.
ā€œHow-ā€ You rub your eyes, letting them adjust to the light inside of the house. You put the package down onto the bar counter that opens up the kitchen and follow Joel to the fridge. ā€œHow does he know?? I thought-ā€
ā€œBeen living in this house for decades now,ā€ His expression is tight, brows knitted together while he chugs a bottle of water. ā€œPeople talk. ā€˜Specially if I'm being rolled into an ambulance on more than one occasion.ā€ Joel frowns. ā€œFuck- I shoulda punched him in the fuckinā€™ face- Do you see how hard he tries so hard to flirt with you infrontā€™a me?ā€
ā€œI know, love. I was there.ā€ You take the bottle from his hand and set it to the side, then wrap your arms around him. ā€œTry not to let it get to you okay?ā€
Joel sighs into your hair, giving your body a squeeze. ā€œI know, I know, but jusā€™ hearinā€™ him tryinā€™ta use my baggage to make a pass at youā€¦Sā€™fuckinā€™ evil.ā€
ā€œI agree, but I dont want his blood on the driveway.ā€
ā€œSo get it on his driveway instead, got it.ā€
You giggle and tip your head up to kiss him. The tension eases from Joels shoulders, and he cups your cheeks, letting his worries melt away into your mouth. When the pads of his fingers start to slide under your tank top, youre leaning back. Youll be here for a while if this goes any further.
Joel mindlessly chases your lips, looking a bit pouty now that its over.
ā€œIm gonna start getting ready for the barbecue, okay?ā€
ā€œThis early?ā€
ā€œI like being punctual.ā€Ā 
ā€œMy brother wont give a damn if were late.ā€ He noses your jaw, pressing a kiss here and there. Your knees are beginning to feel weak. The bastard is trying to distract you.
ā€œBut I do. The farmers market opened today, and I promised Maria I'd get her fresh strawberries before we got there, remember?ā€
ā€œAlright, alright.ā€ He grumbles into your shoulder.
Joel lets you go, watching you round the bar counter to get your package and disappear upstairs.
-
Ever since you came down to a freshly showered Joel, and got into the car with the gift bags you prepared for Maria and Tommy, Hes been staring at you. One wrong move and the drools gonna start pouring out of his mouth.
Your hair is in its relatively natural state, freshly washed and shiny from the oil you put in it. You put on some light makeup, and went a bit heavy handed on the blush to look sunkissed, and topped it off with a flavored lip gloss Joel especially enjoys.Ā 
Now, the dress. Its a pink floral mid-length dress, with a low cut sweetheart neckline and a corset style backing to cinch your waist and push out your chest. The material is thick and pretty, and there are two other layers under the skirt to keep its shape. You have on a pair of little pink pumps with little bows to match.Ā 
The drive to the farmers market is fairly peaceful, the windows are half down and theres music playing at low volume on the radio. You and Joel have different tastes in music, but one genre you can always agree on is alternative rock.Ā 
The weathers beautiful, sun high in the sky, and its not too hot or humid. The day really is perfect. Youre gonna soak up some sun when youre at the barbecue. Hopefully, they made lemonade again too.
Joel has been mostly quiet throughout your shopping. While it would worry some, youve been with him long enough to know that he just has a lot on his mind. What hes thinking about? Maybe youll learn when you make it back home at the end of the day.
You gasp, strolling through the grass to a stand with a mountain of apples. Granny smith, Macintosh, Pink Ladys, Honeycrisp, the works. He grunts, trying to keep the things that are already in your basket steady. You came for strawberries and are going to leave with much more than that.
Joel nudges you softly. ā€œRemember, this is quality stuff, meaning itll go bad faster. Dont get too much.ā€
ā€œOkay, got it.ā€ You beam, and then begin inspecting the Pink Lady apples first, trying to find the ones with the best color.Ā Ā He keeps the basket within reach so you can drop your picks in.
"These were Sarahs favorites."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, it was funny 'cause we started arguin' over these or Red Delicious. I think Red Delicious is better."
"Thats so cute! Hmm. Should we get one for her? A Pink Lady?"
"Uh," He thinks on it for a moment, unsure, but the smile on your face helps him make a decision. "Sure, why not."
You drop two perfect Pink Ladys into the basket, moving onto the next pile.
ā€œHey, Joel.ā€ You grin, holding out a wrinkled granny smith apple. ā€œThis one looks like youā€
ā€œHa ha.ā€ He deadpans, and grabs it from you to put back. In turn, hes reaching for the runt of the pile. A pathetically small one sitting near the bottom. ā€œNow this one looks like you.ā€
ā€œDoes not!ā€
ā€œDoes too.ā€Ā 
The next stand has golden kiwis, and youre practically dragging Joel forward to try them. You ask for one, and the man at the stand slices it into halves, giving you a plastic spoon to go with.Ā 
You let Joel smell it first. ā€œSā€™good.ā€
ā€œLets see if it tastes good.ā€
You sink your spoon into it, humming when you see how soft and easy it is to scoop out. In your mouth it goes!
Its tastes sweet, a bit mango-y and fucking delicious. You bounce in place, spoon feeding Joel next. ā€œOh yeah,ā€ He smiles, smacking his lips a bit to really let the taste settle on his tongue. ā€œWere takinā€™ some of these.ā€
You take one, then two, then three and four then five and as you reach for the sixth one, Joels stopping you with a gentle hand.Ā 
ā€œDarlinā€™.ā€Ā 
ā€œRight.ā€Ā 
For the next few stands its just you and Joel trying various kinds of fruit. Starfruit, blueberries, some mangos, and then youre going back to the truck.
ā€œI think my favorites were the mangos and golden kiwis. I hope Maria and Tommy have enough space in their fridge for all of this.ā€
ā€œThey moved into a bigger house, I reckon their fridge sā€™probably bigger, too.ā€
ā€œWhat time is it?ā€Ā 
You let go of Joels arm so he can switch the basket from one hand to the other.Ā 
ā€œā€˜Boutā€¦ā€ Hes squinting at his watch. ā€œ12:34 in the afternoon.ā€
ā€œOh! Guess we got the shopping done sooner than I expected. Hmm. Should we stop somewhere in the mean time?-" You snap your finger when you remember something. "They opened up this cafe that has cats in it! We can drink coffee and play with them for bit! The next fourty-five minutes will go by super fast."
ā€œYoure gonna make Cement jealous.ā€
You bat your hand dismissively. ā€œHes not gonna caaare.ā€Ā 
ā€œOh yes he will. And remind me again why we named our cat Cement?
ā€œUh, we were both drunk and had gotten him the day before without a name picked out?ā€
ā€œA whole year later and we still kept it. Worst pet owners ever.ā€ Joel chuckles, opening the passenger door for you like he always does.Ā 
ā€œThank you.ā€
ā€œMhm.ā€
The giant basket of fruit goes into the back seat next to the gift bags before Joel slots himself into the drivers seat.Ā 
You fumble with the radio a bit, trying to see what else is on but ultimately landing back on your preferred station. Theyve been playing a lot of Linkin Park recently. Hell yeah. Joel buckles himself in at last, and pulls out of the parking lot.Ā 
ā€œMarias gonna teach me how to make baked chicken,ā€ You hum, gazing outside the window.
ā€œYou sure youre not jusā€™ unteachable?ā€
ā€œHa ha,ā€ You lightly shove his shoulder, making him smile. ā€œI thought you loved the meat sauce pasta I learned how to make.ā€
He settles into his seat more comfortably at the stop light, elbow rested on the window. ā€œGot me with that one. Think I like ground turkey over beef, though.ā€
ā€œYeah? Me too. The beef tastes better but the turkey is lighter. Stops me from feeling all sick.ā€
ā€œAgreed.ā€
Youre looking out the windshield now. Where did all the buildings go? Youre out of the city.Ā 
ā€œUh, Joel?ā€
ā€œMm?ā€
ā€œWhere are we going?ā€
ā€œSomewhere to kill time.ā€
ā€œYeah but where?ā€
ā€œYoull see.ā€Ā 
Your brows pinch together. ā€œI see a whole lot of nothing except for trees."
ā€œAlmost there.ā€
Joel makes a hasty left turn onto some campgrounds. Your stomach starts to twist into excited knots. Is he gonna show you a baby deer or something? Bunnies? He used to be a park ranger for this area, and would tell you stories about all sorts of baby animals hed run into.
The car comes to a stop, and he turns the engine off. Silence.
ā€œSoā€¦Were out in the woods to kill time?ā€
ā€œMhm.ā€ Joel unbuckles his seat belt and twists into the back to grab the spare jacket he usually keeps there, then gets out of the truck and comes around the back to open the door for you.Ā 
He holds your hand to help you get down from the passenger side, and as soon as both of your shoes hit the ground Joel is on you.Ā 
You dont know where your hands should go, youve kissed Joel a thousand times and yet you still get so flustered when he catches you by surprise. You keep your hands on his shoulders for now, letting him press wet kisses to your neck and shoulder.
ā€œThis is new right? The dress?ā€ He gives your ass an appreciative squeeze through the fabric. ā€œThought you looked so pretty when you came down stairs in it.ā€Ā 
Your heads spinning. Something about your dress?Ā 
ā€œWoulda been okay if you let me have you earlier.ā€ He pulls away, examining your flushed face cradled by his hand. Every part of you just fits so well in his palms. ā€œThen I thought, why not have you now? We got time to spare.ā€
ā€œJoel- We- Someone could see us-ā€ You sputter, and Joels already shaking his head with a knowing smirk. He pulls you around to the bed of the truck, popping it open, only pausing to spread open the jacket he grabbed, just having just thrown it in there when he came around to get you.
ā€œNo ones gonna come lookinā€™ for us.ā€ He turns you around, pushing you down onto your front. ā€œAs long as youre quiet.ā€Ā 
Fuck. You really hate this game. At least, you like to tell yourself that.
Blood rushes to your ears while Joels rough palms lift up the skirt of your dress, exposing your ass and thighs to the cool air. He whistles from behind you.Ā 
ā€œRed lace panties?ā€ His fingers dont shy away from tracing along the fabric covering your cunt. ā€œThis new too?ā€
You crane your neck over your shoulder to look at his face. ā€œUh.. Surprise?ā€
Joels smiling now, fingers dipping under the lace. ā€œThas' awfully sweet of you.ā€
His touch slips and slides around your growing wetness, then trails down to your clit. Your voice wobbles a bit and fuck- fuck hes going too fast. ā€œJoel- Ah-ā€ You whimper and try to push yourself up to look at him but his hand is steady on your spine, keeping you down.Ā 
Smug, ā€œGo on, sweetheart. Keep sayinā€™ my name. Jusā€™ like that.ā€
A whine escapes you when he pulls away, ā€œNooo.ā€ You push your ass back, as if to entice him. You succeed, because hes skipped his usual routine of fucking you with his hands and is now unbuckling his belt.
Joel rolls you onto your back, and peels your underwear all the way off, bunching it up and shoving it into his back pocket. Your face burns just watching him.
ā€œThink i'll hold onto these for a lilā€™ while.ā€
His hands push the back of your knees towards your chest, exposing your heat. Youll never get used to the way he just seems so interested just watching your cunt squeeze around nothing.Ā 
ā€œThats-ā€ You swallow, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. "Joel.ā€
ā€œRelax." He coos, "Seen it a thousand times already, and ill be seein' it a thousand more. Get used to it, honey.ā€
Your attention flickers down to where his dick is about to meet your entrance. Joels nudging you down onto your back again and pulling the top of your dress down to expose your chest. Its when youre distracted that he actually moves to push himself in.
Both of you groan together, and Joel could never get bored of fucking you, not when your cunt just pulses around him everytime hes inside you.
Joel wastes no time fucking you once he eases all the way inside. Youre trying your best to keep quiet. Shit is no easy task. Its like Joel is trying to get you guys arrested.
He props himself up with a hand near your head, and lets the other keep one of your legs pinned open. The moans start to claw out of your throat. ā€œJoel- Joel-ā€Ā 
ā€œShh. Thasā€™ enough.ā€ He growls through his teeth, fucking you harder. ā€œYoure gonna- Gh- Get us caught-ā€
Something rustles between the trees, making you both freeze. You clasp your hands over your mouth, watching Joel straighten up to look around.
After a few seconds of squinting, Joel can see a few foxes moving about through the trees. Thank fuck. His shoulders visibly relax.
Hushed, ā€œE-Everything okay?ā€
ā€œYeah, jusā€™ some animals.ā€Ā 
And like that, hes back to it. His dick is going to make your eyes permanently stay rolled into your head.Ā 
Joel is always just so handsome when hes pounding into you. His forehead gets shiny with sweat, and his jaw is tight from clenching his teeth, keeping himself quiet so he can focus on your moans. His face is noticeably redder against his usual farmers tan too. Really, hes just so attractive.
A flurry of yes and harder and fuck spills out of your mouth and into your palms. Not too loud, you try to remind yourself.
ā€œJoel- Sā€™too much-ā€
ā€œNah, thasā€™ not it.ā€ He huffs, humorous. ā€œYou can take it. Y'always do. In fact, you love gettinā€™ your cunt bullied by me, aint that right?ā€ As if to get his point across, he thrust in all the way to the hilt, making you keen. You forgot how to breathe, lungs drawing tight in your chest.
"Fuck," You manage to squeeze out.
Your palms push weakly at his shoulders, trying to ground yourself somehow. His head drops to the junction of your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply.
ā€œYou good?ā€ He checks in, breath hot on your skin. As if your crying isnt enough.
ā€œSo g-good, Joel- Fuck- Youre so good.ā€Ā 
With a little nod, Joels pushing himself up, switching to slow and deep strokes, really digging himself into you, and trying to find that spot he likes to call home.
He massages your chest, then squeezes your sides and your hips and finally, his thumb finds your clit. Immediately, you jolt.Ā 
ā€œOh fuck-ā€Ā 
ā€œQuiet.ā€ And he says it to keep the charade going, even though his favorite thing is hearing your sobs.
His thumb rubbing incessantly against your that sweet little nub of yours. You choke, and Joels chuckling, watching the way you squirm, body not knowing whether it should lean into his touch because its too good or away because its too much.
It starts with this firey feeling under the pad of his thumb, then deep inside your stuffed cunt. Youre going to cum.Ā 
Your hands fly to your mouth again, and you get all wide eyed from the sensation. Its cute. Your muscles pull taut, legs locking around Joels hips. Youre wailing into your palm when it happens.
ā€œGood girl,ā€ His voice soothes you through it. ā€œVery good.ā€
He pets away the fly aways sticking to your sweaty face when its over. Your eyes drop shut while you catch your breath.Ā 
Joels moving again now. He rolls his hips a few times, and thumb is building the foundation of another orgasm in you. Youre shaking badly.
Your words slur too, ā€œCant- Too soon- Joel- Joel-ā€
ā€œAnother one.ā€ Joel says firmly, but breathless.Ā 
Youre gasping, not sure where to focus your eyes. The trees around you look like theyre spinning. Your attention is back on Joel, whos looking rather satisfied watching you squirm and cry. If thats how wants to play, then fine.
Your hands slide up Joels biceps, and rests on the nap of his neck to bring him down. ā€œJuh-Joel,ā€ You pant, cradling his face with both hands. ā€œYoure so good- The best-ā€
Oh, Joel likes that one, you can tell by the way he looks away briefly. Shyness. Excitement runs up your spine. Joel loves being told hes doing well.Ā 
ā€œYou are- Nghh-ā€ You swallow the drool in your mouth, trying to get the words out clearly. ā€œThe best husband I could ever ask for.ā€
Joel wheezes, head dropping into the curve of your shoulder. ā€œPlease.ā€
ā€œSā€™true,ā€ You nod rapidly, fingers curling into his hair. ā€œYoure so good to me and-and youre mine and- Joel-Ā  Im yours.ā€
ā€œJesus-ā€ He groans, soaking up the feeling of you pressing kisses to his face and up his jaw.Ā 
ā€œHhah-Ā  No one else can have me, okay? No one- Not even-ā€
The name doesnt even come out of your mouth before Joels coming to a stop to slip his arms all the way around your middle. With the new leverage he has on your body, hes drilling his way into you. You fucking squeal, rules now long forgotten. Youre a useless ragdoll in his arms and he wouldnt have it any other way.
Your lips are shiny with spit and left over lip gloss, and he can still taste the mintiness in his tongue. Every now and again your eyes drop shut, but his dick just punches into your guts a little harder. Look at me.Ā 
Your brain is mush, just the way he likes it, and youre perfectly pliant in his arms, babbling over how good you feel. Hes kisses along the valley of your breasts now, stopping to suck the flesh of your nipples.
Youre just so pretty. Even when you have bedhead, or youre snotty from a cold, or youre all dirty from working in the gardenĀ  youre still so pretty. Including now, all sweaty with you lipgloss all smudged and your mascara starting to run. Youre perfect.Ā 
Joel grunts loud, jaw clenched tight as he gets lost in the feeling of your insides. His perfect little wife.
When he cums, hes doubling over with a loud grunt, getting a few last thrusts in before his spent floods your cunt.
Youre blinking away your tears, now watching the clouds inch along the sky. It really is a beautiful day. You pet Joels sweaty hair, and kiss the side of his temple. Your core throbs faintly. Jesus, he did a number on you.
ā€œLove,ā€ You say softly, patting his back.
ā€œMm?ā€
ā€œGet up.ā€ Another pat. ā€œYoure squishing me.ā€Ā 
Joel backs off to buckle himself up, but you stay seated to catch your breath and adjust your dress. At least it didnt get ripped during all theā€¦ Commotion. Not like last time.
ā€œI need my underwear back.ā€
ā€œNope,ā€
ā€œJoel.ā€
He kisses the center of your forehead and helps you down from the bed and into the passenger seat instead.Ā  ā€œTold you i'm keepinā€™ ā€˜em.ā€
You sputter, ā€œI cant go to barbecue commando!ā€
ā€œSure you can.ā€ He pops open the glove compartment and gets out some tissues, hand snaking under your dress again to clean you. You sigh softly at the sensation.
ā€œYoure the worst.ā€
ā€œI am indeed the worst.ā€ Joel pulls the seatbelt over your chest and clicks it in. ā€œYou can tell me all about it on the way to Tommys.ā€Ā 
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judebelle Ā· 1 year ago
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been thinking ab joao and reader hooking up behind his teammates backs'... like they've been "involved" for a while but sometimes the tension is too much and they have to sneak away iykwim ;)
sneaky - j.f. x reader
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a/n : omfg anon ur gonna be the death of meeeeeee!! also i made this kinda long since i havent posted in a while, oops..
pairing : joao felix x fem!reader
word count : 2.3k
summary : joao and u prefer to keep your love life private, secret even, but the the flirty looks and knowing smirks from across the room are becoming unbearable.
cw : smut obv, lil bit of alejandro x reader, sneaky joao and reader, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it ppl), make outs, cursing, me not bothering to accent his name lol sorry
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you were starting to regret going out to dinner with your friend alejandro and his teammates.
the only reason why being that one of his teammates had become more.
hooking up with joao felix on the down low has been fun, you won't lie. and while you enjoy sneaky quickies and flirty messages, there were times where you wish you could just tear off his clothes and fuck that smug smile right off his face.
you were currently sitting in a restaurant, a private room and table was booked for alejandro, his barcelona teammates, and their plus ones. you and alejandro had become inseparable ever since you met in spain a few years ago, and you had grown increasingly close to his teammates.
very close to a certain mr felix.
the first time you met joao, it wasn't anything magical, you just thought he was fit. alejandro had introduced you to him when he came on loan to barca recently, and you just couldn't get him out of your head.
it seems that the feelings were mutual, as that very same night he followed you on instagram. you, of course, played it cool and took your time following him back (you waited like 10 seconds).
from there, you two messaged often, especially after the team would hang out.
joaofelix79 : u got home safe?
ynsusername : ofc i did
ynsusername : alejandro wouldn't let anything happen to me
joaofelix79 : that's good.
you two started messaging more, sometimes even calling each other late in the night. you couldn't explain why, maybe he was just fun to talk to.
you would complain to him about work, and he would complain about a mistake he made in training.
eventually, you two started hanging out alone.
not anything crazy, of course.
joaofelix79 : hey
joaofelix79 : js noticed im about to drive by ur place
joaofelix79 : wanna get some ice cream? my treat
how could you refuse that?
it wasn't all that shocking to you when a surprise ice cream date turned out into a steamy make out session on a bench in a park in the middle of the night.
"we should stop, someone might see us.." you murmured against the portuguese boy's lips, you yourself making no effort to.
"ok, if that's what you want." he pulled away from you, his fluffy hair disheveled thanks to you.
"5 more minutes" you placed your lips on his again, feeling him smile against them.
from there, weekly hangouts became almost nightly. he would pick you up in his car, and you would drive anywhere. you just needed an excuse to make out. you even put your number in his phone.
eventually, joao grew tired of the make outs that led to nothing, and you did too.
12:03 am - joao : wyd
12:03 am - you : was ab to put some instant noodles in the microwave lol
12:04 am - joao : dont bother
12:04 am - joao : come eat at my place
12:05 am - joao : i ordered uber eats
of course, you went, and you two ate the chinese takeout he bought. you two sat and laughed together at his attempt at using chopsticks.
and then you found yourself perched on his kitchen counter, him in between your legs while he rammed into you mercilessly. you left red marks across his back and biceps.
"my god, you feel amazing, querida." joao's words were muffled as his head was nuzzled into your neck, his lips caressing your hot skin with every word he spoke.
"i'm so fucking close, joao.." you whined and whispered curses while your hands found themselves travelling from his arms to his hair, tugging on the soft brown locks.
"let go, y/n, i'm close too!" he removed his flushed face from your neck and connected your lips together again, breathing heavily into your mouth.
you came undone with a sharp whine, arching into him. his thrusts became sloppy as he let out a long groan against your lips, releasing into the condom.
that was the first time you two had fucked, and it definitely would not be the last.
his house was usually where you two would hook up because it was so big, and you didn't have to worry about anything when you were there.
you two fucked anywhere - on the bed, in the shower, on the couch, even in the laundry room.
you found that it didn't really matter where you were. if either of you were craving the other, it happened right then and there. it was fun. it kept you on your toes, kept things fresh and fun.
but it became a curse when you two were at a team dinner.
---
"si, i told him he could go fuck off if that was what he wanted. that guy needs to learn some manners, for fucks sake!"
the table erupted in laughs as pedro went on about some story that you weren't really paying attention to to be honest. you were sat right beside your good friend, alejandro, who was very intrigued in pedro's story and hadn't spoken to you more than twice this evening.
across from you was joao. he was wearing a black dress shirt that hugged his biceps perfectly along with black dress pants. of course, to make your life more difficult, the top two shirt buttons weren't done up.
one more open button and everyone would've seen the hickey you gave him the other-
"isn't that right, y/n?"
alejandro was speaking to you, and you were too busy staring at joao's biceps to hear him.
"hmm? sorry?"
"i said, it was you who i walked in on dancing silently in the darkness darkness of your room, right?" alejandro smirked at the sight of your cheeks going red, this memory being nothing short of embarrassing to you.
"yup, that- uh- that was me..!" you looked down in humiliation as the table giggled at alejandro's unexpected story about you. he loved embarrassing you, it was his thing. he found it fun because he thought of you like a little sister.
you looked up to see joao, laughing along with everyone else at the table, finding amusement in your misery. you shot him a playful glare.
"i'm only teasing, mi corazĆ³n." alejandro chuckled before ruffling your hair. "ale!" you whined, fixing your hair. his friends teased you. they all thought of you as their little sister, especially you being one of the younger ones.
the men continued on with their conversations as you continued looking at joao from your end of the table, only this time, he was looking at you too.
he was taking a slow sip of his water, eyeing you down.
joao wasn't the only one dressed all sexy tonight. you wore a short black satin strapless dress that hugged your figure perfectly. you thought of joao when you picked it out, you thought of him while putting it on, and you thought of him taking it off.
it seems that joao had the same thought. the way he looked at you from under his lashes gave you the impression that your outfit choice was a smart one.
you sent him a quick wink.
he smirked and dropped his eyes to your cleavage, widening them.
you rolled yours before continuing to eat your steak.
---
you couldn't take it anymore.
something the way he laughed with everyone at the table, his hair flowing when he turned his head. he had on a gold rolex and a gold chain, both glistening under the lighting over the table.
it was the way he carried himself with such confidence. he knew he was hot, and he knew you knew it too. that confidence definitely carried over into bed.
finally, you got up from the table, excusing yourself to "make a call".
shooting joao a quick look, he took the hint. his eyes followed you, watching you exit the restaurant and head towards the parking lot. after an agonizing 30 seconds or so, joao told everyone he forgot something in his car, and made a beeline to where he saw you last.
he saw you standing outside his car, waiting for him. he made his way towards you.
"so, who did you have to call?" he teased, his eyes waiting for your reaction. you scoffed and rolled your eyes, "very funny.".
you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you as you leaned against his car. he smiled down at you before looking over your figure.
"nice dress.."
"just take it off."
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you two had squeezed into the back of his car, leaving nothing but surrounding street lights as your light source. you straddled his waist, rocking your hips while you smashed your lips against his. you two were breathing heavily, occasionally breaking the kiss to huff and puff before going back at it again.
joao's arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, his right hand occasionally sliding down to cup and smack your ass. his actions made you yelp into the kiss. your arms were everywhere. cupping his face, on his shoulders, in his hair, on his chest, on his abs.
it was like you two hadn't seen each other in years. like you were drowning and the only way to breathe was.. this.
your smooth rocking of the hips created a hard bulge in joao's pants which felt great on your throbbing clit. he groaned into the kiss, breaking it for you to breathe and to leave kisses down your neck.
"so, fucking, horny" he broke each word with a kiss. you moaned above him. "you can't even last one dinner party without my hands all over you?" you wanted him to shut up, so you grabbed his face in your hand and smashed your lips against his.
you started unbuttoning his shirt, but your hands were too shaky to do it quickly. "take this off, god damnit!" you groaned as he laughed and began unbuttoning it himself. you hiked your dress up and helped him with the last few buttons.
you moved his shirt partially off him, leaving it on his arms since you couldn't be bothered. you leaned down to kiss his chest while looking up at him. he was smiling down at you, hands rested behind his head.
he brought you back up to pull the top of your dress down just enough so that your tits would pop out. when they did, he licked his lips. now it was his turn to lean down and suck on them, making you tilt your head back and pant.
"joao, we dont have time for this-"
"shhh, patience princesa. don't worry." he went back to sucking.
"they're going to realize we're gone- joao!"
he couldn't bring himself to leave your tits alone, but when he did, you quickly reached down and undid his belt , not even bothering to pull it off.
"estĆ”s mesmo excitado, nĆ£o Ć©?" (you're really excited, aren't you?)
you nodded and bit your lip.
he unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. you raised yourself up on your knees and hovered over his dick. he held it up with one hand, the other resting on your hip.
"are you ready for me?" he teased.
"enough questions." you cut his teasing short as you took his cock in your hands yourself and sunk down on him.
joao hissed at the unexpected pleasure. he looked up at you, gasping for air above him before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
"move for me, bebƩ."
you did as you were told, lifting your hips up until just the tip of him was left in you, before sinking back down on him, agonizingly slow.
he shuddered at the feeling.
you picked up the pace, causing the car to rock. your tits bounced in his face, causing him to twitch inside you.
"fuck, y/n, you're amazing-" you laugh breathlessly above him, your hands resting on his shoulders for stability while his gripped your hips tightly.
after some time, your thighs were burning, and you were getting tired. joao picked this up, taking control. his grip on your hips was put to some use as he moved your hips up and down for you. he lifted and dropped you so easily and made you move so much faster. you felt the air leave your lungs and arched your back to stick your tits in his face.
he grinned as he thrusted his hips up, meeting you in the middle. he tilted your body back, and started to hit the spot inside you that made you see white.
your pants and gasps turned into moans and whines as you felt the bundle of heat in your core.
"joao, i'm close" you warned, your nails digging into his shoudlers.
"i'm right there with you, baby, oh," he groaned and grunted as he watched him drill into you faster and faster. "meu deus, foda-se!" (my god, fuck!) he hissed with gritted teeth as he felt you clench around him.
his pace was too much for you to hold back. you let go with a gasp and moan, your hand slamming and sliding down the steamy car window, leaving a print.
joao was, indeed, right there with you. he pulled your body off of him and set you down on his thighs hastily before stroking his red, throbbing cock, cumming all over your stomach with a string of grunts and pants.
you both sat there in the hot and dark car in disbelief, covered in sweat and panting, after having the most mind blowing sex you've ever had. you leaned your forehead against his and smiled. he chuckled before teasing you once more.
"let's go. we don't want to miss dessert, do we?"
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jeontasy Ā· 18 days ago
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Endless Summer (m)
pt.2 | Completed
word count: no idea still (im so sorry)
ā™” : a little Caleb write so i can fulfill my own lil fantasies pt.2
setting: summer vacation + grandma isnt home + caleb realizes youve grown up + heavy smut + a very yearning caleb + on the couch + inappropriate use of his evol + dirty talking obv + no condom im sorry not sorry
perspective: caleb x afab reader
enjoy :)
edit: sorry for the wait!!! had to get off work before writing & i had no idea people would love the pt.1 so much im so amazed!!! i havent written anything in YEARS and its so amazing to receive so much feedback and love about my dumb 2am Caleb thirst post story. thank you all so much!!! hope u guys enjoy pt.2 as well ā™”
p.s i have not written smut in so long and i most def did not proof read this pls forgive me
Part 1
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Your back arches slightly due to Caleb's touch, his hand is slowly moving down the side of your hips and you can feel him tremble when he feels your bare skin below that shirt. The cicadas outside were getting louder and louder as the night was going by, and even though you knew Grandma wasn't home you were still afraid of being too loud. Caleb stops and looks back at you, his eyes were clouded with desire just threatening to overflow.
"Hey.." He whispered and cups your face with his hand, his gaze manages to calm you down almost immediately, as if it was magical. Your heart starts to slow down from the nervousness. "I can stop if you want-"
"No. No don't." You hurriedly grip onto his arms before he can finish his sentence, as if afraid he's going to disappear at any moment. Caleb chuckles and lets out a sigh of relief at your reaction and nuzzles his nose into your neck, his hot breath puffing on your skin sends gentle shocks down into you. You moan quietly at the sensation and clutches onto his arms a little harder, his hard muscles serving as a support pole as your body slowly weakens at his touches.
"I've missed you everyday while you were away." Caleb breathes out, he plants a kiss on your nose and then another on your lip, "I also missed you while I was up in Skyhaven.." then another planted on your chin and down your neck. "I wanted to see you everyday.." he said as he starts kissing you even lower. His soft lips grazing lightly over the perk of your breasts as he moved downwards, forcing a whimper out of you when you feel your nipples harden against the thin tshirt. "C-Caleb.." You couldn't believe the same man who you've been longing for was also thinking of you all this time.
"I missed you so much..especially when you sent that photo of you at the beach with your friends.." Caleb moans as he kept talking and you realize he's already kissing past your stomach, even with the piece of clothing between you and his lips you still can't escape the hot breaths that he lets out. You moaned at the sudden feeling of his long fingers nearing the underside of your tshirt, slowly making their way up under and onto your burning skin. "And when you were standing so close to that guy in the photo.." He words hissing through his teeth, suddenly gripping your breasts hard underneath your shirt, "..while wearing a barely covered and pretty white bikini.." Caleb groans at the thought of the picture in his head again, remembering how much it turned him on when he saw it on his phone. He had lost count of how many times he touched himself through the night to the sight of you in that skimpy bikini.
You let out a whiny moan when you feel his thumb swipe over the hard nub on your breast and twirls it in a circle as if he was playing with a controller. Caleb smirks at your reaction and squeezes your soft breasts a couple more times before he moves down further. He can smell your wetness even though your legs were closed shut, he growls and takes his hand out from under your shirt before swirling it in the air and prying you legs open using his Evol. You let out a surprised gasp at suddenly being exposed in front of him. "Caleb!"
"What?" He says, you can see the hunger dripping from his eyes and you're suddenly choked up on words. "I can't look at my princess's pretty little pussy?" He smirks at your flushed face to what he says and he leans back down to bury himself between your legs. Your eyes follow his every move carefully and you let out a loud moan when he starts rubbing his nose against your clit through your panties. "A-ah! Caleb!" you suddenly can't control your voice and it gets even louder when he groans against your wetness, sending a deep rumble through you.
"I can make you feel so good, princess.." He whispers and you feel him push aside your panties before taking a rough lick from the bottom to the top. Your stickiness clung onto his tongue as he swallows it down, already hungry for more. Your back arches as Caleb starts licking away at your pussy, the way he was eating you out was like he hasn't had anything to eat or drink for days. His tongue laps up all your wetness before going back for your clit, swirling his wet tongue around it before giving it a gentle suck. The feeling sends waves of immense pleasure through you and you aren't able to control the moans that escape your lips, which turns Caleb on even more than he already was.
"D-don't..don't stop please...u-ugh..!" You whimper again as he buries his face deeper, his tongue probing into you while his nose nudges against your clit. "You taste so good.." you can barely hear him through the mumbling, he laps up the remaining juices and gets back up, looking directly into your eyes before pulling you in for a hungry kiss. Your tongues overlap each others in a hurry as you taste each other, you feel him reaching down to quickly untie the strings of his shorts before he suddenly stops kissing you. You let out an involuntary noise of discontent at the missing sensation of his lips, and you wrap your legs around his waist as a way to pull him in closer.
"M-more..more.." You moan softly and cups Caleb's face in for another kiss, emitting a low moan from his mouth. "I want more.." you whisper. Caleb inhales sharply and quickly drags his shorts and underwear down, exposing his cock proudly standing. You gasp when you feel the hardness graze you against your inner thigh and look into his eyes, he was already looking at you with a gentle gaze and you swear his lavender eyes were shining so brightly they looked like stars.
"Are you sure?" Caleb whispers, asking for confirmation one more time. He knew that if he did this there was no stepping back from it. He was going to crave you all the time, even more. He was going to need your touches to get through the day. He was going to need your tight pussy more and more. You breathe heavily at the question and you pull him down again for another wet kiss, giving him your answer.
Caleb positions himself hastily and pushes your soaking panties to the side again before rubbing his tip against your clit. He whimpers at the feeling, unable to control the bits of sticky pre-cum that leaks out. "I can't wait to fuck you." He whispers and slowly inserts himself into you. Both your moans echo through the empty room as he fills you up, his hard cock going deep into you until it can't anymore. He lets out a satisfied breath and holds you in his arms tightly, unwilling to move an inch.
"You have..no idea..how long I've wanted you."
You blush at his words, burying your face into his chest out of embarrassment until he suddenly jerks a hard thrust into you, making you yelp. "Don't hide from me." He whispers and holds your chin up so you can't avoid his gaze. "Let me see your face when I fuck you." You tremble at his words before he thrusts into you again, slowly finding his rhythm. You look at him with your hooded eyes as he lifts up that thin tshirt, exposing your entire body to him. He moan at the sight before grabbing a hold of your thighs and continue to thrust into you hard.
"Ungh..yes..yes..f-fuck!" You let out a string of curses as he picks up his pace, spreading your legs wider as he fucked into you. He licks his thumb before moving it down to rub your throbbing clit, sending jolts of pleasure down your body. "A-ah! Yes Caleb!" You moan out his name loudly as he continued to tease your hard clit, his wet and slippery finger drawing out quick circles on the little nub.
"Yeah? Does that feel good?" He chuckles at the way your body was curling up to the pleasure, taking in every inch of your bare body with his hungry eyes. The way your breasts bounced to every thrust was enough to drive him over the edge. "Can anyone else make you feel this good? Hmm?" He thrusts into you again and lets out a raspy moan, unable to control himself. "Fuck, you're so tight." Caleb says before pushing your legs apart further and fucks you harder. He takes both your hands and pins them above your head, hovering above you as he thrusts deeper. Every move he puts into your body sends you shifting against the rough material of the couch and the both of you are sweating so much that it makes your skin cling onto each other even more.
"I-I can't hold it.." Caleb whimpers at a loss and stares into your eyes, there was a mixture of tears, sweat and spit between the both of you and you cry out as his pace picks up even more. "Y-yes! Caleb..!"
"I can't..I'm going to cum..a-ah!" Caleb gasps at your words and he puts in one final thrust before you the both of you shatter into a quaking orgasm. You tighten hard around him as your walls tremble with your own release and you can feel his thick cum shooting up inside you with every pump.
"A-ah..it feels so good.." He whimpers at the feeling of release and he stays buried inside you for a good minute before slowly pulling out, whining at the loss of your wet warmth. He takes a few deep breaths and holds you in his arms, gently moving strands of your hair away from your blushing face, laughing at the sight of your disheveled mess.
"You know..Summer vacation doesn't end for another two months.." He whispers and plants a kiss on your sweaty forehead, "which means.." You cover his mouth with your hand before he can say anything else, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
ā€œThe sundaeā€™s all melted. Make me another.ā€ You glare at him and he laughs heartily before taking a hold of your hand and kisses your palm. His dreamy lavender eyes flashing at you.
"Anything for you my princess."
-ā™”- END -ā™”-
wahhhh thank u all for reading! :D all my love ā™”
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candiezmanzion Ā· 2 months ago
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metal sonic and belle
yall are SLEEPING on belle and metal as siblings
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and i dont BLAME yall bc idw havent done that much with them yet. HOWEVER....
they have way more potential than sage and metal do SORRY.
i think its pretty clear we're gonna have an ongoing ordeal with belle trying to help and/or reform metal over the next few arcs
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i think, arguably, belle has shown the most true care for metal compared to ANY other character in the series EVER, and DEFINITELY the most care in idw.
she had no reason to help metal other than she wants to help other robots. she even drags him to a safe place when things become dire, showing how dedicated she is to helping others.
and on metal's part? well...
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metal, upon first awakening, saves her from a badnik. now, this may be just because she's also an eggman robot, its just part of his coding, however, i also think it shows that metal is treating belle better than he does most others, considering he killed a badnik for belle.
next, their interaction with eggman together
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firstly, i freaked out here because while the 'both' here seems to be referencing belle and starline, the fact hes referencing being called father specifically almost makes me think hes referring to metal and belle... another post for another time.
i think how metal reacts is very subtle in these frames, but i think it shows he has some sort of respect for belle.
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im SO intruiged by how metal looks at belle when she says shes leaving and moving on. almost a look of shock? confusion? its hard to read metals emotions but i feel like his body language here displays more surprise than anger. it's also important to note metal has specifically had any trace of rebellion coded out of him, this is probably somewhat shocking to see a fellow eggman creation just... up and announce leaving !
i also think that eggman eagerly asking if belle wants to fight metal, and her refusing and saying she fixed him, helped him, 'just like all the robots [eggman] abandon[s]', shows that she wants to help metal. i think she, even if having just met metal, has become committed to helping him in one way or another. once again, metal looks at her in this scene, and he seems calm, as opposed to preparing to attack.
now, metal and belle meeting a second time.
first, she just calls out to him during a fight, clearly having decided she wants to save him from being under eggman. it shows her care, but i believe it pales in comparison to their next scene together.
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in this scene, belle forces herself between metal and sonic. she has such confidence she can stop him [that he wont hurt HER] that she puts herself directly in the line of danger.
and for a moment it.... works?
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metal pauses.
now, this may be because of eggman's orders
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but i think its supposed to be more than that, and sonic himself implies it is too
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and even though metal ends up pushing belle out of the way, he still hurts her much less than he COULD have
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and belle, she seems more upset she failed to help metal than physically hurt.
metal moves her out of the way to get to sonic. simply following orders.
i think belle and metal have a LOT of potential together and i really can't wait to see what idw does with them
i also appreciate the fact that metal ALSO seems to care for belle at least a little, so it's more than just hopeless please on belle's side.
plus... she actually knows, at least a little, what it's like to be in metal's position, unlike almost any other characters in the series.
idw please don't fail me with these two
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princeoftheeternalbog Ā· 5 months ago
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THE KING HAS RETURNED
guys im so sorry I can't believe i havent posted in so long its very unsexy of me so this is sweet comfort fluff about embarrassment as i am very embarrassed right now of my own actions (taking over two months to post again)
i was considering posting this without the old men and then decided that if im doing the strawhats im doing everyone ESPECIALLY sans and moby dick
Luffy
Laughs. But if you look sad he starts feeling bad and tries to make you laugh instead. But also he'll forget that it made you sad and bring it up again later. He tries his best to accommodate for your feelings but he's a naturally casual guy so he doesn't see what's embarrassing. There's a few miscommunications about this at the start of your relationship until he explains that no matter what you do he adores youšŸ„²
Zoro
He didn't even notice it to be honest, or he thinks it's really cute. And if you bring it up to ask him about it he's just like what are you talking about, nobody was even looking. That's a lie, he was looking because he he's lowkey obsessed with you, but he doesn't want to make you feel worse so he just lies. He even pretends that him always saving you from falling is coincidental, you at least know that ones a lie but sweet nonetheless.
Sanji
Tries to reassure you but draws attention to it by accident, and then he does something more embarrassing to cover it up. To be honest though it really works, people just talk about him instead. But he also makes you feel less embarrassed just by how much he dotes on you, if you fall then he's swooping you up bridal style to go to chopper, if you spill something on your dress he'll cover you up with his jacket, he'll clean anything you break with not a single complaint, he just adores every fibre of your being, even the wayward clumsy ones.
Usopp
Always thinks it's cute. And he really relates to the anxious feelings so he's just treats it like a normal situation, if anyone else saw it then he makes sure to tell them to not speak of it. He will also replace your clothes if you accidentally damage them :) like you wake up and your favourite skirt that you accidentally spilled ink all over and had to bin is now on your bed, brand new and sparkling. He also makes little inventions to help you out, both silly and serious, like a portable air bag that inflates with a button, a little robot that is essentially a roomba, little things like that.
Nami
Threatens everyone who saw it to never speak of it and then distracts you as much as possible until you stop thinking about it. Will cuddle you if you get really upset about it but she doesn't really understand why you would be embarrassed because she thinks everything you do is perfect. She does eventually learn when there's going to be a possible chance for an accident, she's predicting your clumsiness like the weatheršŸ«” she stops what she can and tries to teach you how to avoid these situations :)
Prevents said embarrassing moment. Listen she's just so efficient and she spots problems before they happen so she's just secretly fixing stuff because she never wants you to feel bad. It's not until like months into your relationship and you're apart for some reason that theres like a series of unfortunate events that reminds you how clumsy you can be and realise what she's been doing. Lots of appreciation kisses after that for sure.
Robin
Franky
Honestly you never really feel embarrassed around him, he's just so easy going and he manages to make everything seem normal. If you trip or walk into something he just checks to see if you're okay, if you spill something on yourself or rip something he uses his shirt to cover you while you go and get changed. He really could not gaf as long as you still fancy him tbh. But if someone makes you feel bad then it's like that scene from the cat in the hat(he will make it look like an accident) :
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Brook
Concerned if you're hurt or if you get upset, but otherwise completely doesn't care. He just nonchalantly fixes the vase you broke, or helps you up from the floor and just pretends that he didn't watch you accidentally eat a fly. He really is just so in love with you and he still carries the manners of his youth so he refuses to contribute to your embarrassment in any way. But he loves an excuse to keep his hands on you, guiding you by the shoulders, holding your arm, carrying you around, he can't get enough of it.
Jinbei
Lovely beautiful man, he is always embarrassing himself but he's old enough to not care anymore and neither should you, if you fall over guaranteed it's because you're laughing at him just having slipped on deck. With Jinbei you become the type of couple where you bring each other down literally and up metaphorically, there can hardly be any embarrassment to you're sharing happiness all the time.
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