#But we’ll fix that 😉

[luckycharms1701]

For the ask game! What's your favorite thing about each iteration of Mikey (that you know) :3

hehe what a great question! thank you cleric!

2003- still on the first season but i just adore how enthusiastic he is. he pours his whole heart into everything he does and it makes me swoon a bit

2007- he is so silly!!! he makes me giggle a lot, and provides balance by lightening the room up when his brothers (*cough*raphandleo*cough*) get angsty

bay- sigh. sigh sigh sigh. my boy is just so refreshingly honest. he says what he means and he means what he says. he’s got no filter, whatever is in his head pops out of his mouth. you always know where you stand with him

rise- he’s always up to shenanigans! he’s so clever and sly, there’s a lot of blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moments with him where you can see that he is being a little shit on purpose

mm- he’s such a chill dude. i feel like he can be comfortable anywhere, and that in turn makes others feel comfortable around him

[novemberheart]

{overview} Another milestone in your relationship with the pack begins, but some members want it to move faster….

{warnings} cursing, mentions of needles and incisions, mentions of sex (nothing really graphic), fem reader, sappy scene, reader being *slightly* objectified, poly141 some smexual smention 😉

Chapter 9 <- Chapter 10 -> Chapter 11

“You're still here.” you smiled, rubbing at your eyes. John smiled at you. He was leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee.

“Don't mind me.” Simon yawned from the couch. “Wouldn't want to interrupt anything.” you rolled your eyes at him.

“Don't worry. I'll let you know if you're interrupting.” you teased, walking past him to go to the bathroom.

“Her bedhead is rather endearing,” John commented after you left.

“Don't get too excited. Not sure Kyle’s ass can take anymore.” Simon grunted. John just chuckled.

“Or Johnny’s,” John added, causing Simon’s head to snap back at him.

“You bastards said no group shite until I got better.” Simon reminded.

“Think Kyle filmed some of it. I'll have him send it to you.” John smirked.

“Thank you,” Simon growled, turning back around. You luckily missed that conversation, popping back out after you had brushed your teeth.

“Go pick out an outfit, pretty girl. We have some things to do today.” John spoke, causing you to flush.

“Fun things?” you hinted.

“A mix.” He replied not giving too much away. You huffed heading back towards your bedroom.

You decided to finally wear something one of the boys had gotten for you during your shopping spree. It was a flowy knee-length dress with spaghetti straps. They certainly had taste- you'd give them that. You fixed your hair and made some minor adjustments to your face. It was also still a bit chilly outside so you paired it with a cardigan.

A rumble of approval vibrated in John’s chest as you stepped out. He was pleased with how nice you always looked (even when you just woke up) and he couldn't help but stand a bit taller when people did a double take as you walked by. He would blame it on alpha pride, but he knows Johnny and Kyle enjoy parading you around just as much.

Simon stayed quiet on the couch, eyeing you up and down.

“Ready?” John asked. You nodded your head following him out the door. You stopped, prancing back to the couch where Simon was. He stayed still, but you knew you weren't being sneaky. You leaned over the back of the couch pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before he could swat you away. You were surprised when he made no move to.

“I miss you already.” you sighed playfully, skipping back over to John, who was thoroughly enjoying himself at the sight before him.

“I do that to people.” Simon gruffed, making you chuckle.

“Got a daredevil streak in ya, hmm?” John smiled down at you as you walked.

“Just a bit,” you whispered, with a smirk.

“Good girl. He could use some roughing up.”

You immediately understood why he didn't share with you where you were going. You frowned heavily as you approached the medical center.

“‘Nough with the face, sweetheart.” John soothed. He ran the back of his pointer finger against your cheek, causing them to raise in a tiny smile. “We’ll get you chipped then I’ll take you out on a date. How's that sound?” he hummed, watching you as you began to soften to the idea.

“Alright.” you drew out, entering the building as he held the door open for you.

The nurse who ended up coming to chip you was the same one you saw in Simon's hospital room.

“Look at you!” She smiled, running her hands up and down your arms. “You look good, hun. How's the big one?” she questions, getting the supplies set up.

“He's good.” You smiled, trying not to look at the sharp objects.

“Glad to hear. Have you ever been chipped before?”

You shook your head.

“Well this is what it looks like.” she shared, showing you a small disk. It was a bit smaller than a dime.

“That doesn't look too scary.” you swallowed.

“Right? And Dr. Hathaway will give you a shot so you won't feel anything.” she soothed. Just then the door opened and a bubbly woman in a doctor's coat entered.

“Alrighty, now I know how nervous you must be so let's get this done.” she sang. Despite her chipper attitude, her accent was very posh. John moved away from the wall and turned your head to face him, using his other hand to hold your hair out of the way. His thumb rubbed against your cheek and you allowed yourself to relax into him.

“Thanks, Alpha.” the doctor praised his actions, giving her the perfect view of behind your ear. The title made your eyes widen. What business did she have calling him that? Maybe it was a cultural thing. Where you were from the only people who called an alpha ‘alpha’ were pack members. You didn't have to dwell on it long.

“John is fine.” he politely corrected. Your eyes peered up at him and the corner of his lips lifted. Your hands reached up grabbing a hold of his wrist and hand, wanting to keep him as close as possible.

“Alright, love. You are going to feel a small pinch.” Dr. Hathaway warned. You weren't too worried about the needle, just about the incision. John continued to rub soft circles against your cheek and you stared ahead at the picture of sailboats on the wall. “Alright, love. You are all done. Great job.” Dr. Hathaway cheered, giving your arm a gentle squeeze.

“I didn't even feel anything,” you said. “Thank you,” you said to both the nurse (whose name you should really learn) and Dr. Hathaway.

“Thank you,” John repeated after you. “Good girl.” John praised, pressing a quick kiss against the top of your head. He let go of you, all the warmth leaving your body.

“Thank you,” you said suddenly. He looked at you with a quirked brow. “For being gentle with me. I really appreciate it.” you cleared your throat beginning to feel tears well up in your eyes. You quickly blinked them back.

“It's my job as your Alpha and it's something I’ll always be happy to do.” He said softly. The two of you stared at each other for a long moment. An understanding beginning to grow between the two of you. In the back of both of your minds, this situation was admittedly a bit temporary. John had you on a short leash, wanting Simon to get better more than worrying about your feelings. If you didn't fit he wouldn't think twice about sending you back. But you did fit. Perfectly. You got Simon out of his shell. Johnny’s smile hasn't left in a week. Kyle had a new air about him, more confident and excited. Hell, the two muppets raced each other home every day so they can be the first one to kiss you on the cheek.

He didn't even want to admit the things you did to him.

And then there was you. Kate had been right. You had been looking for an out since you arrived. You might have had one on the first day, but that felt so far away now. None of them had done anything to prove to you that they were an incapable, unworthy pack.

It seemed both of you were staring the rest of your lives in the face.

John had ended up taking you to the movies. It was a silly lighthearted comedy. About halfway through he worked up the courage to let his hand wander over to your side of the seat. His fingers skimmed against your knee, watching you out of the corners of his eye for any signs of discomfort. Your hands reached down and grabbed his, resting his hand on your lap. You tangled your fingers together, melting a bit when you realized two of your hands could fit in one of his.

You rested your cheek against his arm, trying your hardest to hold onto your purr. He was happy, you could tell by the sudden warmth entering your nose. You breathed in quickly, trying to absorb as much of the smell as you could. He must not have worn scent blockers today. How did you not smell him before? They must've just worn off. You wondered if he did that on purpose.

Fog and campfire, with a slight hint of tobacco. The fog was fresh and light, but then you got the warmth of a campfire. Smoking can change anyone's scent- not by a lot, but there will always be an edge of it. It must be different from what Simon smokes. Johns complements the warm, firey scent whereas Simons sticks out a bit more.

He leaned down and you wondered if you overstepped. “Gonna have a headache if you keep breathin’ me in like that,” he murmured. You looked up at him- a bit hazy from the scent. He sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth, adjusting in his seat. “Pretty thing,” he grumbled, trying to focus his attention back on the movie.

“How’d you do?” Kyle questioned as soon as you bounded back in. You were excited to see him. You hadn't seen much of him the past two days because he was busy training some ‘FNGs’ as Johnny had called them.

“You were right it didn't hurt,” you affirmed. He was in the kitchen working on his second bowl of cereal. You hesitantly moved a bit closer to him, and he quickly pulled you closer, tucking you into his side. His fingers brushed against your hip

“Can I interest you in some cereal?” he questioned. “It's gourmet, straight from the finest factory in Albuquerque, New Mexico,” he said in a French accent causing you to giggle.

“Yes, please.” He quickly got a bowl, filling it for you before you could even think about doing it yourself. “My legs are cold. I’m going to change quickly.” you excused yourself, darting to your bedroom.

“You smell good on her,” Kyle spoke up, eyeing his alpha.

“Drivin’ me bloody crazy in the theater. If she smells like that normally can you imagine how she smells in her heat? We’re gonna have to get a cabin in the middle of nowhere.” John groaned, leaning his elbows against the counter. Kyle chuckled.

“That might not be too bad of an idea actually. I was looking in the handbook and we are allowed ten days off a year to deal with heats.” Kyle explained. John sighed. He really needs to look over the omega section of the handbook. He wouldn't want you to miss out on something just because he wasn't diligent.

“Something to think about.” John agreed.

“Is it okay if I sleep with my door open?” you questioned.

“Course,” John answered instantly. “You been havin’ trouble?”

You scrunched your face a bit and nodded.

“I've never been a good sleeper,” you explained. John nodded his head in understanding.

“You can always sleep with me, Bonnie!” Johnny called from the couch. You snickered at the enthusiasm in his voice. “Wasn't kidding.” he pressed with a smirk on his face.

“Tell you what, I’ll try with my door open tonight, and if that doesn't work I’ll come hunt you down,” you promised.

“I'll take that.” he compromised. You got your things ready to go take a shower.

“What are you doing?” Simon questioned, leaning over to peer at Johnny’s phone.

“Trying to find spooky sounds off of YouTube,” Johnny replied. “Haunted house, maybe?”

“You are not scaring her into sleeping with you, fucking nutter.” Simon scolded, ripping his phone out of his hands.

“You're right L.T. I've turned into a desperate man.” he sighed.

Helloooooo! Hope everyone liked this choppy chapter! Chapter 11 will be posted in three days! It's a bit of a rough one 😬 Friendly reminder: reblogs, likes, and comments are always appreciated, and don't be afraid to pop by my inbox and say hi (and tell me your deepest darkest secrets)

[cameronsprincess]

Hi love! Can you write me an overstimulated reader and JJ with a breeding kink? Maybe he’s trying to get her pregnant and she keeps saying no but she’s obviously into it. She pulls away because it’s too much and JJ pulls her back. The man is insatiable 😉 make it as dark or not as you want! 😘

first off let me fangirl for a minute because you are the dark smut queen herself omg!!!! i looove your work so you requesting from me is literally an honor😭😭😭 but second, yes i got you baby, i hope this is good🥺🖤 (this came out a loooot shorter than i wanted i apologize for that 🥺)

CW: overstimulation, dom!jj, unprotected p in v, slapping, breeding kink, dacryphilia, strong language.

“JJ, s’too much, please! N-no more!”

JJ had been fucking you for hours, your boyfriend’s stamina was unreal — and he’d been trying to knock you up for months, despite your telling him y’all weren’t ready.

You couldn’t lie though, the idea of having JJ’s child, being all swollen and pregnant was slightly intriguing to you. You were into it, but you’d never tell him that, it would feed into his need to breed you more than he already wanted to.

But right now, in this moment? You are overstimulated, and just wish JJ would give you a break. You plant your palms on his chest, pushing him back and trying to slide off the bed. You slowly roll onto your side, just wanting to crawl into a bath and soothe your sore and sensitive muscles, but JJ wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you back to him and sliding his cock back inside you.

“Nuh uh, princess. I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, I love seeing you like this, all fucked out and crying because of my cock.”

He leans forward, pressing the weight of his body into you. His face inches closer to yours, his tongue darting out and licking up the salty tears that had slipped past your lower lashes. A low growl is pulled from his chest as the salty taste envelopes his taste buds.

“Hmmm, I fucking love you and your tears. So beautiful.”

He slowly pulls his thick cock from your overly sensitive cunt, making you wince as he rubs his swollen tip over your clit. “Beg me baby, beg me to fuck my child into you, I know you wanna be swollen with my baby. Wanna become a mommy so bad, huh? Tell me how bad you fuckin’ want it, and I’ll give it to you, and then we’ll be done.”

You couldn’t help the whimper that fell from you, JJ’s filthy words mixed with the head of his dick rubbing up and down your swollen clit has your brain foggy. You can’t think, much less form words to give JJ what he’s asking of you.

JJ reaches his right hand up, softly stroking your cheek before he slaps it, making you gasp in surprise. “J! What-”

He presses his lips to yours, tongues and teeth clashing together as he slips himself back inside you. Breaking the kiss, he fixes his dark eyes on yours, “I know you can use your words baby, go on, beg me to breed this pretty fuckin’ pussy”

He slams his hips into yours, the head of his cock hitting your sweet spot. You scream out his name, wrapping your arms around his neck and digging your nails into his shoulders.

“Fuck, J! Please, please fuck your babies into me! I want it so bad, please please!”

Tears fill your eyes again, the harsh thrusts JJ was giving you too much to bear anymore. You felt that all too familiar burn in your lower belly, your clit pulsing as you near your fourth release.

“J-JJ! ‘M cumming, fuck! Please, please cum inside me, wanna have… Wanna have your babies!”

Your release washes over you, your body shaking and tears spilling from your eyes at how sensitive you were. JJ groans, your pussy clenching around his dick triggering his own release, the hot ropes of his cum spilling inside you.

He continues thrusting into you, fucking his cum deep inside you before he stills his hips. He lowers his face, kissing your lips softly and whispering, “Can’t wait to see you pregnant, gonna be so fuckin’ pretty.”

JJ TAGLIST: @drewstarkeyslut @princessslutt @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @sturnioloshacker @starkeysprincess @rafescurtainbangz

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[varda-starqueen]

It’s New Year’s Eve in Middle Earth and midnight approaches.

Who is grabbing whom for a smooch? How does it go down?

If you can give three pairings that’s great, no limit though 😉 repeats are fine too.

🔔Ooh… Now there's a question! A good one too for a Scottish lassie like me. Who's kissing whom this Hogmanay (Middle Earthlings can adopt that name too)…

🎈Thank You @gauntletgirlie, this is the first question I've ever been asked on here, and it's also the first day of my Christmas holidays, so I've gone to town with the answers and written some mini-stories just for funsies (I might have also had a little gin!)

⭐Right, saddle up!

Pair 1: Miriel & Elendil

Music swells in the grand hall of Númenor, mingling with laughter and the clinking of goblets. Queen Regent Miriel stands at the edge of the dais, her sharp gaze sweeping the room, pausing now and again on Pharazôn as he prowls through the throng. She turns up her nose—his charm is as slippery as the silk of his robes.

Her fingers tighten around her goblet. She knows better than to let her guard drop tonight—not with Pharazôn’s ambitions for the throne at the top of his agenda.

As the midnight hour nears, the revellers begin their countdown. Ten… nine… eight…

Pharazôn seizes his chance. He approaches swiftly, a leering smile spreading across his face as he leans in close.

“Your Majesty,” he murmurs, his voice honeyed and cloying, “surely the Queen Regent deserves a kiss to mark the turning of the year.”

Miriel stiffens and, turning sharply, she steps away—only to collide with the hard slab of a chest. Strong arms steady her, and she glances up into the sea-green eyes of Elendil.

“Allow me, Your Majesty,” he says, his voice deep and steady, though his gaze flicks briefly to Pharazôn.

Miriel hesitates for the barest moment. Then she makes her decision. His words may allude to him simply helping her get away from Pharazon but this opportunity is too good to miss.

Reaching up, she clasps Elendil’s face in her hands and pulls him down, her lips meeting his just as the bells toll the new year. The crowd erupts into cheers.

But for Miriel, the world and Pharazôn can wait.

Pair 2: Adar & Galadriel

“Is this how orcs celebrate the new year?” Galadriel asks, her voice calm but laced with steel. She sits on a crude chair in the orc camp, her right arm bound by an iron shackle. Outside, the vulgar shrieks of orc revelry mix with the loud thud of troll-heavy metal. Her sharp gaze locks onto Adar, who lounges at the other end of a long table, watching her.

He leans back, tilts his head slightly, and replies smoothly, “No. This is how the Uruks celebrate.”

“Not that old chestnut.”

Adar raises an eyebrow, sliding a plate of freshly roasted chestnuts toward her. “Would you prefer these? Only the best for the Lady of Light.” His lip curls in mockery. “After all, you didn’t seem to appreciate my pickles or my onions.”

Unimpressed by his feeble joke, Galadriel fixes him with a cold stare. “Unlock me, or you’ll find your parley a fruitless endeavour.”

“Not fruitless… we’ll always have raspberries.”

Grinding her teeth, she looks away, refusing to dignify his jest with a response. She feels his presence as he approaches. His hand brushes hers briefly as he unlocks the shackle. The cuff falls loose.

Freed, she rises to her feet and follows him to the tent’s entrance.

“The midnight hour approaches,” Adar says, glancing at the sky. “I must sound the horn.”

Her eyes meet his again, glinting with challenge.

“Let Glug do it.”

“Why?”

“Then I can remind you how elves welcome the new year.”

His gaze narrows, but he doesn’t look away. Finally, he calls out, “Glug!”

Glug stumbles into view, mid-swallow of his pint of orc ale. “Yes, Lord Father?”

“You must sound the New Year horn. I have… other business to attend to.”

Glug glances between Adar and Galadriel, his brow furrowing before he nods. “Yes, Lord Father.”

As Glug shuffles away, the heavens erupt with a cascade of colour. Fireworks burst in brilliant reds, golds, and blues, their light spilling over the camp like overturned paint pots. The orcs cheer and howl.

Adar lets out a soft sigh. “Such frivolity in the face of oblivion.”

“Whose oblivion?”

Adar steps back inside the tent, letting the curtain fall behind him. His voice is low and dangerous as he moves closer. “Light is fleeting, Galadriel. It always burns brightest just before it is extinguished.”

“Do you intend to speak in riddles all night?” she asks.

“No. I intend to remember how elves celebrate the turning of the year.”

A countdown begins outside, the orcs’ raucous voices echoing through the camp.

Ten... nine... eight...

“I could show you,” she says. “I could reveal—”

Seven... six... five...

“You’ve already revealed everything. Just as I hoped you would.”

Four... three... two...

Before she can respond, he steps closer. In one swift motion, he leans in, brushing his lips against hers.

One!

The Uruk horn bellows loud and clear, but Galadriel barely registers it. She is lost in the kiss as her battle of wills with Adar shifts into something far more dangerous, and infinitely more pleasurable.

Pair 3: Annatar & Beautiful and Intelligent Mystery Partner 😉

The halls of Eregion buzz with laughter and music, elves twirling in spritely dances beneath shimmering garlands of silver and gold. Annatar stands above, his silver goblet untouched as he gazes at the scene from his balcony.

The countdown to the new year begins, the elven voices ringing out. Ten… nine… eight…

Annatar tilts his head, a sly smile curling his lips. “Ah,” he murmurs softly, his voice like velvet, “finally, someone who understands me.”

Seven… six… five…

The revellers shout louder, their joy building to a crescendo. Somewhere in the crowd, Celebrimbor laughs.

Four… three… two…

Annatar sighs and flicks his long glossy hair. “Happy New Year, my radiant genius,” he whispers.

One!

As the fireworks burst overhead and cheers erupt through the halls, Annatar presses his lips to the cool surface of his mirror. He pulls back with a smirk. “Well,” he mutters to himself, swirling the untouched wine in his goblet, “at least I’ve found someone beautiful and intelligent to kiss this year.”

[mxsonxmountx]

Mason Mount: Anniversary🤍

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Liked by: masonmount, declanrice, reecejames and others.

Tagged: masonmount

Youruser: happy anniversary to my best friend. Been together since we was 6 and I’ve never looked back since. You’re the best daddy that me and our perfect little daughter could ever ask for and the most amazing husband ever. I love you always and forever. 🤍🤎

masonmount: my happy place, my safe place, my rock, my everything. Happy anniversary baby. I love you more than you’ll ever know

↪️ liked by user

↪️ my everything, I love you 🤎

sasha_rebecca: happy anniversary my darling

↪️ thank you my sweet x

declanrice: I remember how nervous he was to ask you out on a date, now look at you both

↪️ god yeah, that was something else. Pretty sure he didn’t have to smash my windows to get my attention, but we’ll let him off

↪️masonmount: please! Stop bringing that up, I said I was sorry and my dad even paid to get it fixed 😭

↪️not the point mount, should’ve listened to dec when he said to give me a daisy chain instead 😂

reecejames: happy anniversary angel

↪️thank you x

yourbestfriend: the only couple that gives me and woody_ fashion tips, happy anniversary darling. Love you

↪️thank you my darling, best fashion tip experts we are

↪️masonmount: he always needs fashion tips

↪️woody_: alright mase, says you

↪️hey, atleast I can style my man and still get compliments 😉

laurenjjames: happy anniversary beautiful

↪️love you x

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Tagged: youruser

masonmount: happy anniversary to my number 1. You’ve supported me through everything since we was 6, been there for me when I needed a shoulder to cry on. You’ve given me a perfect little girl and I even made you my wife. I love you with all my heart. Love, your mase x

youruser: happy anniversary baby, I love you 🤎🤍

↪️love you more x

jazbenham: who’d thought, she’d be able to put up with you for this long. youruser, you need a trophy for that 😂

↪️I know, I think still to this day, I’m still surprised

yoursister: happy anniversary to my favourite couple ever

↪️thank you for accepting me into the family, even though I still haven’t converted you all into Chelsea fans 😭

lew.mount: oh here he comes, soppy mason is back, at his finest

↪️remember I have a whole folder of soppy lew moments, be careful

↪️lew.mount: uh oh

benchilwell: happy anniversary!

↪️thanks bro

woody_: happy anniversary bro, have a good one 😉

↪️thanks bud. Hope she likes the restaurant

↪️youruser: what restaurant? We said we wasn’t doing anything special this year 😭

[shadowsxgwynriel]

Welcome to the last day of Kinktober 2023! We’ll be ending with Elorcan, and I really hope you all enjoy their sexy times!

Eyes on Me, I’m in charge - Rated E - 3.6k

While on their yearly vacation, Lorcan desperately wants to fix things between him and Elide. What he hadn’t planned on, however, was for Fenrys to book the group a sex cabin.

But when Lorcan discovers a surprising kink that Elide has, maybe the cabin wasn’t such a bad idea after all . . . (Not that he’d ever tell Fenrys that)

This was written for Kinktober 2023, so of course there will be explicit sex in this story. Please check out the stories for the other couples down below. All of these ladies are very talented writers and you won’t be disappointed! 😉

A Kink in Our Plans - Throne of Glass Kinktober 2023

10/25 - Introduction

10/26 - Chaol/Yrene by @headcanonheadcase

10/27 - Dorian/Manon by @hlizr50

10/28 - Rowan/Aelin by @thelovelymadone

10/29 - Nesryn/Sartaq by @sunshinebingo

10/30 - Lysandra/Aedion by @vikingmagic33

10/31 - Elide/Lorcan by @shadowsxgwynriel

Big thanks to @hlizr50 for helping me narrow down a title. And thank you @headcanonheadcase for creating this beautiful title poster for me.

Happy Halloween! 🎃👻

[geralt-of-baevia]

Call It What You Want: Chapter Three

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine

pairing: nooutbreak!joel x f!ofc (Violet Fletcher)

rating: explicit, MDNI 18+

word count: 2.4k

summary: Seeking solace from a painful breakup, Violet relocates to a tranquil town, purchasing a neglected house to renovate. In her new neighborhood, she befriends Harlow, who introduces her to Joel, a gruff and seasoned contractor with a heart of gold. Despite Joel's initial grumpiness, Violet finds herself drawn to his expertise and hidden kindness.

As Violet immerses herself in home renovations alongside Joel, their dynamic begins to shift, with Joel unexpectedly opening himself up to the possibility of love. Their budding relationship faces challenges as shadows from their pasts emerge, testing their newfound connection.

warnings/tags: uhh, i'd say maybe just warnings of injury? that's the biggest one honestly. talks of the age difference, too. And fluff 😉?

a/n: hi guys! i hope y'all liked the first chapter. this chapter is a short one, but don't worry! the next one is much longer and event filled muahahahah.

“So, what do you do?” 

Joel looked up at me from the spot on the deck he was working on, sweat dripping from his brow. I crossed my arms over my torso, making sure to stay balanced on the railing where I was sitting. 

“What’d’ya mean?” he asked, hammering a nail into a board. 

“Like for work. You said you’re a retired carpenter, so what do you do now?” I asked. 

Joel stood up straight, wiping his brow on the back of his forearm. 

“I’m a school bus driver.”

“Are you a grumpy bus driver or a nice one? Do the little kids love being on your bus route? Or do you always yell at them to sit down and be quiet?” I asked. 

“I’d like to think I’m a nice bus driver. I’ve only ever made one kid cry, so I think that’s a good track record.”

I raised my eyebrows mockingly. “Only one?”

“I swear to god, cross my heart and hope to die,” he said, crossing his chest with his finger. 

“So that’s why you’re not working right now, huh? You get summers off.”

“Yep. It’s a pretty good deal. I like havin’ summers off. I get to do whatever I want-”

“Like sweating your ass off in the heat fixing bad wood in a deck?” I asked, cutting him off. 

“I’d rather do it in weather like this than the pouring rain. That’s a fuckin’ pain in the ass,” he stated. I shrugged. 

“That’s fair I guess.” I lifted my arms up to stretch and was hit with the unfortunate smell - of myself. I must have made a face as I threw my arms back down because Joel let out a chortle. 

“Can’t stand your own stink? That’s pretty bad,” he jeered. I rolled my eyes. 

“I can’t help it! It’s hotter than Satan’s ass crack right now, and the house does not get cool enough. Now was not the time to find out the air conditioning is shotty,” I said in a huff. 

“Oh don’t worry too much about it. I’ll bring you over an air conditioning unit for your bedroom that we’ll use as a temporary solution until I can get things to fix the A/C,” he said. Joel picked up another board and a few nails before nailing into place next to the last one he had finished. 

“But, with that said, I think I’m going to go take a cold shower. It’ll cool me down and I can wash the coating of sweat I have on me off,” I said, hoping down from the railing. 

“Well, this shouldn’t take much longer, maybe 30 mins. Are you sure you can’t wait that long? Then I can go up and install the new curtain. What you have going on up there still scares me,” he said, not looking up from his hammering. 

“Joel, I’ve had it like that for three months, it’s fine. And if I wait any longer my stench might knock me out,” I laughed. He looked up at me and rolled his eyes. 

“Oh whatever, I’ll be fine,” I said with a fake scoff, heading inside. 

I was hit with warm, stagnant air. Even though it was hot outside, at least the air was fresh. I went around downstairs and opened a few windows on both sides of the house to get airflow going before going upstairs. After getting the shower started, I opened the window and went in and opened my bedroom window as well. As I walked back to the bathroom I could already tell the difference. 

Once I was in the shower I immediately grabbed my bar of soap and washcloth and began scrubbing my body down, especially my armpits. I could hear Joel hammering outside, it echoing through the open window. 

A school bus driver. Not what I would expect from him, but at the same time it suited him very well. 

I set down my bar of soap on its holder and the wash cloth along with it before moving onto washing my hair. As I picked up my bottle of shampoo, I accidentally knocked down my bar of soap. 

“Shit,” I mumbled to myself, puting the conditioner back down. I went to step to the side to be able to reach down and grab the rogue soap, but I stepped on it instead. 

It all happened so quickly. My foot came out from under me and knocked me off balance. I hit my shoulder against the shower wall as I fell. A sharp, stabbing pain struck me. Instictually I tried to grab for something with my non-injured arm. The only thing to hold onto though was the shower curtain.

I grabbed onto it with a slippery hand and pulled it down with the force of my fall, ripping one of the bolts hold it up out of the ceiling. As I landed painfully into the tub, slipping down towards the drain, the bar once holding up the curtain hit me on the forhead. A searing pain masked my face. 

All I could do for a minute was sit there, my arm throbbing and my vision tunneling a little. I looked down into the drain and saw the water stained pink, meaning my forehead injury wasn’t merely a bruise, but a cut. 

Once I broke through the haze of shock, I started shouting. 

“Joel!” I yelled, thanking the heavens I had opened the windows.

Nothing. 

“Joel!”

Nothing, again. 

“JOEL! I fell and need help-”

Before I could finish my sentence, Joel practically burst through the bathroom door out of breath.

“Violet, what the hell happened?” he asked. He started to take a few steps towards me then stopped, his eyes widening. I knew it had just sunk in that I was bleeding and naked in the tub, the water still going and hitting me in the chest. 

“Um, I fell on my soap and hit my arm and now it really hurts and I think the blood is coming from my head,” I told him, trying hard to not let the tears welling in my eyes to blink over. I grabbed the shower curtain and covered myself as best I could.

“Can you please come turn the water off?” 

He nodded and came over and turned the knob, the water ceasing with a loud squeak. 

“Okay, first here.” I watched as he searched through the cabinet until he found a washcloth. He returned to the tub and placed it in my hand before taking it and leading it up to my forehead. “Put pressure here. We don’t want you bleeding too much.”

“Joel, what about my arm. I don’t feel like I can move,” I said in a whine. 

“Not at all?” 

I shook my head.

“I have an idea, hold on.”

I laid my head back against the cool porcelain of the tub and closed my eyes, it helping the throbbing that was starting in my head. When I opened my eyes again Joel was standing over me with a towel in his hands. I closed my eyes again, my eyelids feeling too heavy to hold open.

“Okay, I’m going to lay this over you and then scoop you up,” he stated. I nodded, not opening my eyes. “Violet, Vi - you have to keep your eyes open.”

I felt one of his hands grab my face, shaking it gently. My eyes opened slowly. I was surprisingly comforted by his face being so close to mine, his deep brown eyes locking with mine. “You gotta keep your eyes open and stay awake, okay?” I nodded. 

Through my haze of pain I saw Joel open the towel and lay it over me. He pulled out the shower curtain from between me and the towel, throwing it to the side. 

“Alright, you’ll need to put your good arm around my neck,” he started, leaning down to get closer to me. I felt him move my arm, and with a grunt I was being raised up by strong arms. My body immediately melted against him, his warm chest feeling comforting. 

“Which room is yours?” he asked. 

“Two doors to the right,” I told him. We started moving again, and before I knew it I was being laid down gently on my bed. 

“Alright, what clothes should I grab out for you?” 

“What are we going to do Joel?” 

He chuckled. “We’re taking you to the hospital, Violet. You have a gash on your forehead and you more than likely dislocated your shoulder.”

“So that’s why I can’t move it and it hurts like a motherfucker?” I asked before adding, “Just pick something out for me to wear, shorts and a shirt. I don’t care.” 

He went over to my dresser and started looking for the items I asked for. “Yes that would be why. Once I was camping with my brother Tommy, and I dislocated my shoulder falling during a hike. Tommy popped it back in for me. It was some of the worst pain I’ve been in, but it made it feel better instantly,” he said, coming back over to me.

“That’s so comforting,” I jeered, “now help me get dressed.”

Joel hesitated momentarily but then began helping me get my clothes on. He was patient and helpful, in a way that made me wonder if he was a dad before, or maybe even an Uncle. Once we got to putting on my shirt, we both stopped, not sure how to go about putting my shirt on. 

“Here, hold on, maybe this will work,” he mumbled. As he tried to gently put the shirt on over my arm, I clutched the towel to my chest, not wanting anything to slip. 

Somehow we got my shirt on, but now my shoulder hurt more. 

“Joel? Are you able to put my hair up in a scrunchie for me?” I asked, pointing to my bedside table. Joel nodded and went over and grabbed one of the scrunchies that laid on top of the table. 

To my surprise, Joel put my hair up with ease. I relaxed a little as his hands skillfully ran his fingers through my hair and pulled it back. 

“Alright, I’m going to go shut all of the windows, and then we’ll get you downstairs and into my truck,” he said with a nod before disappearing out into the hallway.

While he was away doing that, I got to my feet to put on some slippers. I hobbled across the room to my dresser and slid on my shoes. Joel was taking what seemed too long for me, so I ventured out into the hallway to see where he was. When I got to the top of the stairs, I looked down and saw Joel beginning to come upd. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, rushing up the stairs to me, “lets take you down gently and with my help, we don’t need you falling down the stairs, too.” 

He moved to the side with my good arm and wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me firm and still as we walked down the stairs. Joel took them at my pace, letting me walk down them one by one when I was ready until we got to the bottom of the stairs. 

I told Joel where my wallet was, and after he grabbed it and my keys by the door we headed out to the hospital. He had an old beat up truck and I was thankful for the bench seat in it, allowing me to curl up after Joel put my seatbelt on over me. 

When we got to the hospital, Joel parked by the entrance of the emergency room. He rushed into the building, returning momentarily with a wheelchair. Joel brought it over to my side of the truck, opened the door, and helped me sit in it. 

Once we were in the hospital, Joel helped me check in at the front desk and we were told to wait in the waiting room. Before we left the counter, the nurse handed Joel a clipboard and a pen. 

Joel wheeled me over to the corner of the large waiting room and parked me next the empty seat he took a seat in. 

“Alright, so you haven’t been here before so they want you to fill out this form. And something tells me you’re not left handed…”

I giggled. “No, I’m right handed. Will you fill it out for me?”

“Sure. Alright, first one: full name.”

“Violet Christine Fletcher.”

“Date of birth?”

“August 23rd, 1992.”

He paused for a moment to do the mental math. “You’re 30?”

“Yes, I’m 30. How old did you think I was?” I asked.

“I thought you were closer to 25,” he responded, signs of relief playing over his face. I rolled my eyes playfully. 

“People have thought I was younger my whole life. I guess as I get older that’ll be a good thing,” I said. “How old are you?”

“My birthday is September 26th, 1967,” he stated, mumbling out the year of his birth. I giggled.

“That’s why you’re retired, you’re over 55,” I said with a cheeky grin. He looked over at me and gave me a worried look, genuine panic on his face. 

“So… how do you feel about me being 56?” he asked, his voice cautious. My heart began to pound in my chest, almost making me forget about the pain in my arm. 

“I don’t have any feelings about it,” I told him sincerely. His face softened, his eyes crinkingly as he smiled. 

We filled out the rest of my admission paper, and then we got down to the ‘emergency contact’ section. 

“Who would you like me to put?” he asked, tapping at the section with the pen. 

“Oh, um, honestly I’m not sure. I could put Harlow because she’s across the street, I could always text her-”

“I’ll just put me, it’s no big deal,” he said. He filled out the information needed and under ‘relationship to patient’ he wrote down ‘friend.’

“Aww, I’m your friend?” I jabbed. He shook his head with a smirk. 

“I’m going to go take this to the front desk. Don’t go anywhere, okay?” he joked, giving me a playful wink as he got up. 

Getting my shoulder put back into place was one of the most painful things I had ever had happen to me. I gripped Joel’s arm so tightly that I left nail marks on his skin. The doctor put my arm into a sling, telling me that I needed to keep it on for at least three days, icing it off and on. The gash on my head got five stitches and a large bandage over it.

I only got bits and pieces of the information he was giving me. The pain meds they had given me had fully kicked in by that point. I was thankful that Joel was being attentive and taking note of everything. 

After a few hours I was discharged with a prescription for antibiotics and pain meds. I was going to bring up to Joel that I was going to ask Harlow if I could stay with her while I was in my sling, but Joel beat me. 

“I know we don’t know each other super well, but would you want to stay at my place while you were in your sling? At least tonight while you’re hopped up on pain meds,” he said with a smirk, “I only offer because Harlow will just be at work all day and not be able to help you.”

My chest began to rise and fall quickly, my heart pounding now in my chest even while drugged. Through my medicated fog I looked over at him in the truck and smiled a dopey grin at him. 

“That would be lovely, Joel,” I slurred, “you’re so nice to me. And handsome.”

“You think I’m handsome?” he asked.

I nodded, my eyes closing without my consent. 

“You’re what they call a silver fox.”

He chuckled. “Well, thank you, Violet.”

I started to doze off before I could respond again, leaving Joel sitting with the knowledge that I found him attractive. 

Before I completely fell asleep, I heard Joel say softly, “And I think that you’re beautiful.”

[ghostswithoutokday]

Vox x reader secret relationship??? ( part 1)

( before this starts this is my first story so it might not be perfect but still also if use credit me)

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you were one of the Vee’s along with Vox, Val, and Velvet you and Velvet were business partners she was kinda like a sister to you but along the way you got a bit close with certain TV demon, you and Vox have been dating about 3 months you kept your relationship a secret because Vox didn’t want you to be hurt or even worse you told him that you can protect yourself but it was no luck, another one was because of well… image you both didn’t want to ruined each other’s image in public so you both decided to keep it a secret you didn’t even tell Val or Velvet about your relationship ,it was just a normal hell day you were fixing a rib black dress for a photo shoot when Vox walked in “hello y/n my dear how are you this hellish morning” Vox said smirking you rolled your eyes trying to focus on the black dress trying not to poke your hand “ what do you want Vox if your looking for Velvet then she in her office like always” you said not looking at him he looked kinda annoyed after you not looking at him, “oh no no no I wanted to uh- see you” Vox said pulling you to face him you soon turn to Vox Signing “ Vox you know we can’t do this w-what if someone walks in!?” You whisper Vox soon putting his claw hands on your waist pulling you closer to him “ oh come on sweetheart no one’s here now we done it before-” “ and we almost got caught so no” you cut Vox off soon turning back to the dress unit Vox push you on a nearby desk you look up at your boyfriend confused “V-Vox?” You could really hear Him saying something but you could tell it was going not going to be good in your favor soon after you felt lips smash on to your’s you could feel that Vox was upset by how he kissed you one thing lead to another and soon you were exporting each other’s mouths Vox picking you up and pinning you to a wall, seconds turn into minutes and minutes turn into hours soon as you and Vox were about to do…. Other things the door knob jiggled you and Vox quickly move away, as the door knob open to reveal Vox’s intern “ um Mr-“ you and Vox has a nervous smile as your clothes were all Jenkee and wrinkled Vox’s bow tie Half way done like a toddler had tied it for him “uhm sir you have a meeting in 5…” Vox blushing a slight blue from his screen “ ah! Yes thank you uh….. little. Intern fella” Vox said clearing his throat “y/n we’ll talk later okay?” Vox said putting a hand on your shoulder as you gulp “ y-yea we will- will talk later” as soon as Vox leaves Velvet comes in texting on her phone “ hey babes I’m kinda hungry sooo let’s go to hell-bucks or something like oh oh my god babes are you ok!?” Velvet said running to you as you fell to your knees holding a hand to your mouth as your face blush a red mess “ good damn it Vox..”

( thank you for reading you beautiful/handsome 😉☺️)

[bryan360]

No “On This Day” throwback, but more importantly….

….to the Speedster sister during their appreciation month I’d celebrate on behalf of it.

🐰👊💥May: Yeah. Really liking this special artwork that didn’t disappointed us! 😁👍 Their young adult clothing goes well while taking a ride along. Sure wish we can hang with you guys….if we’re turning 20 years old that is. 🙂

🐰🖌️Maxwell: Maybe, but pretty awesome looking; especially to honor Riya’s 11th Anniversary this year. Happy Birthday, Ri! 🥳👍 We’ll look forward to your brother’s anniversary at the end of month. 😉

🦊⚽️Sam: And nice call to fixed Miya’s color palette change from last time. Good job there.

[waynes-multiverse]

Multiverse News: Week 1

Greetings, fellow travelers! It’s your favorite hot mess speaking! 🖖

In the new year, I wanted to make an effort to share more about my writing progress and give you guys better (and hopefully, weekly) updates on some of my WIPs that I’ve been working on during that time.

So, for the curious among you, it’s a great opportunity to get some insight, and for me, it’s awesome because I get to share some of my excitement about current projects with you guys. And you know the rules here, questions are not only allowed but welcomed. Let me know if you like this idea and if we should continue it. In the future, I could also add fic recs of what I read that week if that would be something you’re interested in. So, without further ado, let’s get started! 🖤

Fine print: Updates may contain small spoilers, which are announced in italics! 😜

Series Updates:

DBM: Finished three chapters this week. Spoilers: First part takes place in the reader’s past with chosen moments throughout the first three seasons. The chapters are called: Lemons, Salt, Tequila. Cas and Jack also finally make appearances 😇

TBH: Finished up and ready to go up until 30. I still hate them. They keep sacrificing themselves and dying or do something insanely stupid. They won’t cooperate with me, but I’ve worked out quite a few kinks! 💪

PH: Finished until 18. Oooooooh, do I love writing this thing! Spoilers: Intense jealousy and anger management problems in parts 17 and 18. God, they’re idiots! Also, have I mentioned the smut in 13 and 14? 🔥 No? Well, there you go…

Planned Miniseries:

Cast Away: So excited for this one! It’s a hate to love, with one part already being piningly in love, and everything happens on a deserted island because of a stupid witch spell (haha cast away… Get it now? 😂). Also, there might be some Peter Pan elements in this. Be surprised (and if you send me an ask about it, I might send you snippets of the first part) 😉

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You, Baby: This is actually a part two to a Jensen x Reader one-shot I did in June. I said back then that I want more of them, and I still do. This has been sitting in my drafts for months again. Edited so many times I can’t even count and still not finished. But I had one final idea on how to fix what I don’t like, so we’ll see. I’m quite happy with the direction it’s taking 🙃

Upcoming One-Shots:

Mercilessly: Demon!Dean x Soulmate!Reader fic. Not gonna spoil too much about it because it’s posting soon for a challenge 😈

Everything I Wanted: The alternate ending to On The Beach aka the one I deleted because it was depressing, angsty and devastating. Anyways, who wants their hearts to be broken? (Also, I titled it after the Billie Eilish song because the lyrics and video always make me fucking bawl my eyes out 😭)

[circa-specturgia]

Hello! For the emoji game: Pistol, Tornado, and Love Letter for Cas please?

Hi Void!!! ✨

Let’s see, this’ll be fun to try and develop Cas more as I’ve been trying to do…

🔫 Pistol - Do they trust people easily? How easily will they turn their back to someone? Have they been backstabbed before? Will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

Cas isn’t so much distrustful as he is cautious. Trust is something that needs to be earned with him, it takes time, and takes proving. He’s not purely analytical in approach though, and his feelings can be swayed by the actions of the person; someone open and kind who feels genuine would earn his trust faster than someone cold, or withdrawn. Or someone hot. Hot people get a bonus. Not like, instant trust, but it improves your chances.

That said, once you’ve earned his trust, true, deep trust, and shame that bond, Cas is loyal to a fault. The thought of betraying or turning his back to someone who trusts him is unthinkable.

As for being betrayed, though… We’ll see. 😉

🌪️ Tornado - What is the biggest change you’ve ever made to them? How have they changed from the original version?

I can’t say if I remember the biggest changes I’ve made to Cas himself, however one change that was drastic in relation to him was shifting the plot and his existence in the plot from him being summoned in his dreams to the setting; to being formed with no memories of any life before the moment of the beginning.

This fixed plot holes, and having Cas be explicitly part of the setting, with his past being something to be discovered, as opposed to just being an isekai with more steps, felt a lot more in line with how I wanted to rework the story and develop the world, and I’m so glad I decided on it.

I’ve changed his design a lot from the first iteration, the very first version of Cas was literally a drawing I did in 2018! Since then I’ve done overhauls and slight changes to his design as the way I visualized the setting and cast changed, and my sense of direction for the plot and atmosphere of the setting changed. The current setting is a lot darker, more expansive, gray, and so Cas has changed to reflect that.

Switching to 3rd person from 1st person also allowed me to play around with his character more as I’m be able to show him from outside perspectives more smoothly!

I answered Love Letter for both Cas and Mask here! Thanks for this ask! It helped me get some more thoughts on my boy! ✨

[kkukverse]

Hi, do u planning write pregnancy fix w jk?😉

oh, that doesn’t sounds like a bad idea. maybe? i’m not gonna give false hope, but we’ll see 😃

[ahundredtimesover]

I luv luv luv iwyts and the slow burn is killing meeee (this is actually the first time I’ve caught a fic while it’s being updated) but i know it’s going to be so worth it😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 im already envisioning scenes of when they [finally] get together!!! Like when she fixes his tie every morning and one of them sneaks a quick kiss and leaves the other flustered🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

And the latest chapter was so cute and endearing and I loved seeing oc’s crush on jk bloom and she’s not denying it as much as she used to!!! He’s also grown so attentive towards her and I love how they’ve both fallen into a system with each other that works so well as boss/ceo but also outside of work🤗 also your world building is so so so so good!!! Like I’m getting so impatient and just want them to stop being idiots, but we only just got oc to admit her crush and she’s still trying to make sure there’s a buffer between them so she doesn’t do anything stupid and we have an inkling of jk’s crush, but nothing concrete enough to the point of where they could actually pursue each other, so I just tell myself you have everything planned and that at least I know when they finally get together, it’ll be fantastic!!!

Also question! I remember oc continuously trying to figure out what she wants to do outside of being an assistant and having multiple convos on it, and I want to ask not knowing if it’s a spoiler or not but will their relationship start while she’s still working for him or will she have already resigned and they decide to give it a chance when she’s outta there? Okay obviously I know you cannot actually answer that, but I’m just curious to know if we’ll get some secret office romance scenes between them or🤭🤭🤭

Anyways love you Mimi and thank you so much for sharing your stories with us

Hihi I didn’t think I had it in me to write a slow burn that’s this slow but I’m honestly having fun exploring all these emotions. I also don’t usually write idiots but here we are 🤣🤣 bc when I say that more will still happen, I mean it.

BUT ALSO THAT MEANS we can take our time in seeing how all these elements will play out - their pasts, their relationships, their difficulties with opening up… bc it’s true, ch 8 and we’re just now hearing about OC’s crush like 😭😭 and jk is still in denial 😭😭 but thank you for being patient and going on this journey with these 2! It’ll be worth it!! As for your last question, we’ll just have to wait and find out 😉

But thank you again. I may be sharing these stories but I’m not screaming them out into the void bc you guys are here to read and scream about them with me!! I appreciate you 💕

[michiganrhps]

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[xx7lucksack7xx]

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