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mookiesspace · 5 months ago

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《《 𝑇𝑂𝑋𝐼𝐶 𝑃𝐴𝑅𝑇 2 》》

ony x black fem reader , implied cheating , strong language , smut , angst , toxic relationship , jealous ony , picture links , images in story , pov switch (reader to ony back to reader) , mdni 18+

a/n: this was sooo time consuming and I feel like I really did my one two on ts 😩 !! I hope the pov switch ain't confuse nb so that's why I put onys pov in green (when you get to the switch) & readers pov is in white ! && ony is represented with a "☆" above his pov while readers is "♡"

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**beep! beep! beep! bee-** the sound of your alarm before smacking it off. "shit.." you mumbled. you seriously didn't wanna get up after last night. damn what did happen last night for you to be so dam tired?? "damn 7:30 already? it's to damn early for this shit broo." you moaned forcing yourself outta bed while lazily dragging your body to the bathroom. looking in the mirror you sluggishly rub your eyes while your other hand ran your fingers thru your messy hair, slowly opening your big brow eyes to see your reflection in the mirror while getting ready to start your day.

"fuck.. why did i do that." sighing softly. right. you slept with ony again. why did this become such a natural thing?? why couldn't you just leave that stupid nigga alone, what was so hypnotizing about him that couldn't make you pull away?? walking to your messy bed you find a note lying on the dresser next to it reading 'sorry about last night mama, meet at 8 tonight so I can make it up to ya?' groaning at the note you quickly balled it up before tossing it into the trash. you had other things to focus on and worry about, other things excluding ony. he of all the was the last thing you needed to worry about yet along see. you were growing sick of the constant fighting and fucking all over the same shit, him being a no good cheating ass nigga. what you finally needed was a night out, a night to focus on you and your life damn well not his! you didn't belong to him, damn you ain't belong to anyone you're a boss bitch and you deserve better. and well all know you were gonna get it if it's the last thing you did!

"damnn bitch you i missed youuu!!" sasha squealed squeezing you tightly it had been forverr since you seen your girls sasha & mikasa and like always it was never a dull moment with the two "we missed you boo, how you been?" mikasa added pulling sasha off you. "shitt ion even know anymore," you giggled before taking a sip of your drink "I did fuck on ony last night tho.." you muttered "YOU WHAT BITCH??" "didn't he cheat on you? GIRL you need to sta-" "stay away from that no good ass nigga yes I know sasha. whatchu think I've been doing?" you groaned slouching onto the couch beneath you "clearly not good enough if you let him into yo panties." mikasa snickered at you an sasha's annoyance "don't laugh and help me!!" you whined only for mikasa to sigh loudly "I'm with sash on this one boo, ony's no good and you know that." "ughhh you two are so frustrating" groaning again as the two giggled with one another "let's just go out tonight hm? like we used to do! that'll get ya mind off him for sure" sasha implied. at first, going out sounded like a bad idea.. what if you ran into ony? what if he tried to talk to you and you gave in all over again?? what if- "cmon girl it's been forever!! pleaseeeee" your best friend begged. rolling your eyes while deeply sighing you gave in "ok ok. let's do it, I need a distraction anyways.." your friends cheered lovingly as they planned the entire night out but all you could think about is how badly you wanted ony still, you missed him. the old him.. him touch, his taste, his affection.. his everything. but that was over now, it's been over and now all you really needed was that night out. a night without thinking about anything but you and yo girls, a night without him.

"fuck I look good.." you muttered while looking in your tall bedazzled mirror. yeah you were bound to get some tonight and it wasn't gonna be with him that's for sure. you pull out your phone to post a pic on instagram posing in your big living room mirror, arching your back ever so slightly giving the perfect view of your round fat ass while lookin bad as fuck now waiting to link up with your girls for the best night ever.

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"yea bro ionk I for real miss ha" he sighed, taking a long hit of the blunt before passing it to his homeboy eren, man spreading as he pulls out his phone to browse her instagram. "damnn man, I mean I wouldn't be surprised if she ain't tryna fuck with you again." eren added, Connie snickering alongside him in response. "mann you ain't helpin. and shut yo ass up connie that's why she didn't want yo ugly ass" the man groaned, connie following with an irritated sigh before hitting the shared blunt. "not my fault you cheated, man you seriously fucked up & I ain't ugly ho" he replied with an eye roll. ony knew what the two were saying was true but he seriously didn't mean it, he got drunk and it jus happen.. it shouldn't of happen he knew that.. he shouldn't have went to that damn party, he shouldn't have fought with you that day. maybe if he just listened to you.. things would be back to normal.. well not anymore shit what is there left to redeem? everything was all fucked up- "DAMNNN" connie laughed, what was that nigga lookin at?? "oh shitt bro, you definitely ain't getting her back now" eren added, laughing with connie in response. "huh?" raising an eyebrow he snatches erens phone to see not only you at a party you had no business being at but your his ass backed up against that no good ass nigga jean. "hell na." he huffed growing irritated by the second before reaching for his own phone to text his babygirl..

the tall man gritted his teeth harshly, rubbing his fingers through his waves. "fuck wrong wit-" "I'm thinking." seconds pass with pure silence. Eren and Connie's suspension rose quickly before he spoke sternly. "ight pull up y/n location and let's go." "whatcu finna do crazy??" eren spoke, rising an eyebrow, connie nodding in agreement. "what I say?" the two men watch as their homeboy took off out the front door, clearly leaving to his car. "mannn, if he shoot up the place again, im go be pissed." "still wondering how he managed to cheat on ha and STILL be crazy about that girl." they both share a laugh before heading out the door themselves to follow behind ony.

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you scoff loudly, kissing your teeth in pure irritation. "jean babyyyy.." you speak softly into the man's ear, voice silk like smooth honey, running your long manicured nails up and down his neck. "what's up baby?" he spoke, big hands gripping at your waist ever so tightly sending shivers down your spine. "let's go somewhere more.. private.." standing you your tippy toes you lean into his ear while your hands explored his muscular body "she needs you baby.." that along made his dick grow hard, a sly smirk began to display on his face as he grabbed your hand and began walking with you through the crowd of people. safely making it twords a secluded area you hear your phone ding, you roll your eyes knowing the text was most likely from ony, or so you thought.. *ding!* *ding!* *ding!!* "damn mama who blowing yo shit up?" jean chuckled as he rubbed fat of your ass "no one it doesn't matter, let's go baby" you added, following along to the door moving yet through a crowd of people once again. the faster tou get outta here the fucking better you thought, just seconds after you feel a strong hand grip onto your wrist pulling you back "Hey!?! what the fuc-" words cut off once you were facing the one man you prayed not to run into tonight. Onyankopon.. "fuck you doin here?" he growled, looking up to see that you clearly weren't alone he scoffed, sucking his teeth as he looked the other man up and down "and you tryna leave this this pussy ass nigga?" laughing he rested his other hand on his forehead, licking hip plump pink lips, his gold grillz peaking out. You snatched your wrist away from him and rolled your eyes moving back towards Jean "we ain't together Ony, and last time I checked it wasn't yo damn business who I talk to or go with. I'm a grown woman" "yeah well you MY woman, so bring yo lil ass over here and let's go before shit stir up." he barked back, God you hated how he always had to say something you glared at him intensely, feeling the heat of the situation rise more and more. just before you could say something else to end things Jean let out a low laugh "fucks funny nigga." ony now glaring at jean, both men & you now slowly becoming the center of attention, what you didn't want tonight. "baby let's jus' go-" "funny how you claim she's yo girl, yet she here with me?" he spoke, a smirk appearing on his face as he looked directly at ony. shit, he's mad. really mad. you can see him clutching his fist while eyes you and him. "got nothing to say pussy? or are you just mad yo 'girl' ain't really yo-" BAM! before you knew it jean was knocked the fuck out on the ground, the crowd was filming and shouting all kinds of shit, all while you were being pulled away by Ony..

"s-shit! ony slow downnn AH!" your pretty little moans falling against deaf ears fuck why was he fucking you so rough? your wet pussy was clenching around him so tightly sending sparks and tingles right down to his already hard dick. "y-you always gotta show out, almost got that pussy ass nigga f-fucked up... shit.." he groaned, big hand sending harsh, firm slaps to your plump brown ass "ion give no fucks whatchu say mama, we gon' work thi shit out. ya hear me?" he grunts, low eyes shooting daggers at the back of your head. you can feel how hot the tension is but you can't focus, how long has it been?? your pussy is so stuffed and full you can barely speak as it is, head sinking down into the pillow you let out more shallow cries and moans, choking on your own tears and hiccups as his pace speeds up, and his thrusts deepen inside you "I'm talking to you girl." he's basically demanding a response, no. he IS demanding a response from you, sending more angry slaps to your fat ass he grabs you by the back of the neck pulling your limp body up against his "answer me." he demands, pussy clenching tighter against his thick dick your head hangs low "I- I can'ttt... ugahhh" you mumbled, words all twisted and fucked up worse than before. it feels so good, to damn good. he let's out a low chuckle before flipping you over on your back, grabbing ahold your neck before fucking you dumber "ian got no time for games mama you hear me?" thrusting harder than before at his last few words making you yelp "y-yes! fuckkkk onnyyy!!" you cry, you feel your stomach bubble and thighs tighten as he's deep in you, your soft gummy walls sending shivers down his spine making the pleasure better than it was before. he let's go of his tight grip around your neck, as you try catching your breath he pulls your body up hugging onto your smaller frame, your long nails now clawing at his back leaving all kinds of marks for whoever to see eyes crossing, toes curling and mouth slightly agape as drool pool out. he's biting his bottom lip, now gripping your ass even tighter, spanking it again roughly. "you look so beautiful mama.. I missed this." he moaned out, fuck it feels so good you thought. you're unable to even speak, still mumbling whatever mess can come out of your pretty little mouth. you can feel your body growing stiff as you're getting close to your realse. "Onnnyyyyyyy-" you whined out, nails digging into his back yet again. he let's out a low grunt "I know mama, I know." he's fucking you so deep it feel so surreal you can't help but shove your head into his broad shoulders while chasing after your soon sweet release. "I'm sooo closee.. f-fuckkkk onyy~" you moaned, sounding so fucking perfect, looking so fucking perfect he thought. "let it out mama.." and before you knew it, you feel your lower body burst, juices spilling everywhere coating the bed and yourselves in your sweet arousal, ony quickly following behind filling you up so deeply.. so lovingly. you both sigh heavily, nothing but short quick deep breaths and low groans filling the room as he lays you down, slowly pulling out of you watching his cum pour out only to take his tumb and stuff it all back in "this pussy is mine ma, don't do no shit like that again ya hear me?" he grumbled, low eyes staring into yours. "yes ony.." your response causing him to raise a brow "yes daddy." you spoke lowly, looking up at him with wide doe eyes as he smirks, smile growing into a sick grin allowing his grillz to appear once again.

your body feels heavy, you sit up picking up your phone to check the time and your group chat with your girls.

"shit." you mumbled, rubbing your head lightly only to feel a thick arm wrap around your waist "what's wrong, ma?" turning next to you to see ony still in bed eyes still closed as he yawned "nothin, jus' the girls.." "mhm" silence. your chest feels heavy as you ponder with your thoughts, lost at words as you stare at the tall man next to you. ony pulls your body closer, you falling down right next to him, his arm now fully wrapped around you as you lay together in silence. "look at me, mama." he mutters lowly, voice smooth and clear. you turn to look at him, big brown eyes staring at his now opened one's, you look so beautiful right now.. morning sunlight, hitting your beautiful brown skin, he takes his hand rubbing his thumb against your plush cheek, kissing it gently. "Ian go leave you," he whispers, cool morning rushing against your skin causing you to shake. you wanna believe him, you really do.. but how many chances do you have to give him before you're really close to nothing? "I love you, y/n. I mean that." your heart starts to beat faster than usual as your eyes swell up with tears. "Ony-" "Ma, I wanna make this right." It's all to much.. "I can't keep doing this immature ass shit, I hurt you, baby, trust me, I know. I have to live with that guilt every damn day. I wish ian do it, I really do but baby I promise it was a mistake. something that should've never happened. I miss you ma, I miss us.." there they are. salty tears run down your cheek, ony wipes them away as he pulls you closer hugging you tightly. "how do I know I can trust you Onyankopon? I don't wanna go through this shit anymore.." "You won't have to baby, I promise. I just need you to trust me.. trust that I'll make it right.." you hesitate before speaking, trying to collect your thoughts. he kisses your head lighlty squeezing you tighter "we all the time in the world, don't worry ma. no rush.."

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punkshort · 8 months ago

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Roll Call 2

a Roommates one-shot

Pairing: pornstar!joel x f!reader

Summary: Joel convinces you to watch one of the videos he's starred in and you like it more than you expected.

Warnings: reader and Joel watching porn, smut (18+ MDNI - I don't know what came over me but it's surprisingly soft), language, dirty talk, infidelity, unprotected piv sex, creampie, alcohol consumption

WC: 2.9K

A/N: this was inspired by these asks and is not considered canon, it's just for fun

"It really ain't as bad as you think," Joel teased, watching with glassy eyes as you tossed back a shot with a wince. You swiped the back of your hand across your mouth and shook your head.

"It's porn, Joel. It's pretty black and white."

"See, that's where you're wrong. You must be watchin' some low budget shit if that's your impression," he said over his shoulder as he lead you back to your table through the crowd of people hovering around the bar.

"What're you saying? Your porn is better somehow?"

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm sayin'," he said with a grin before sliding into the booth. You plopped down across from him and greedily took a sip from your water. "My stuff's produced by people who actually give a shit about quality and storylines."

"Uh huh," you said with a giggle. The two of you were waiting for Tommy to get off work but the bar was busier than expected that particular evening and you had been stuck for almost two hours with nothing to do but drink and kill time.

"You don't believe me? Lemme show you," he said, pulling his phone out of his back pocket. Your eyes widened and you began to sober up.

"N-no, Joel, I believe you."

"C'mon, it's no big deal. We've slept together, for fuckssake, it ain't nothin' you haven't already seen," he said, eyes pinned to his phone as he scrolled on some website that had a suspicious amount of ads and pop ups. His eyes lit up when he found what he was looking for and fished his AirPods out of his other pocket, handing you one and shoving the other in his ear. You held it in your fingers, your mind reeling. You've never seen Joel's porn before, but Maria had, and she told you it was hot at the time but you'd never felt the urge to look it up for yourself.

Joel finally picked up on your hesitation and paused. "If you really don't wanna, it's fine."

You chewed your lower lip as you thought about it. You couldn't deny you were curious and you didn't have to watch the entire thing if it made you uncomfortable, so you took a deep breath and popped the earbud in. "Play it."

He grinned and glanced around. "Come over on this side, don't want anyone walkin' by to see."

You rolled your eyes, finding it laughable that he would even give a shit, but did as he asked and settled in next to him.

"Roll Call 2? Will I be lost if I didn't see Roll Call 1?"

Joel snorted and shook his head. "Shut the hell up."

He pressed play and you watched as the black screen faded to a classroom where Joel sat hunched over behind a desk looking busy as he scribbled on some papers. He wore thick rimmed glasses and a white button down shirt with a navy blue tie. You laughed and poked him in the shoulder.

"Maybe you're right. This is the most professional I've ever seen you dress."

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered.

A door squeaked open and he looked up to find a young looking brunette enter the room with a stack of books pressed against her chest.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ryder, do you have a minute?"

"Ryder?!" you cackled, "are you fucking serious?"

Joel grinned but kept his eyes on the phone. "Yeah, alright, that was less than subtle, but the rest is good, keep watchin'."

"Tiffany? What can I help you with?"

You hid your grin behind your fist and kept watching.

"Can I talk to you about this test? I-I really can't fail this class or else I won't graduate."

"Tiffany" set her books down on the corner of his desk and pulled out a paper, putting it down in front of Joel and leaning over. Her own button down shirt only had three buttons fastened, at best, so when she bent forward, her tits practically spilled out of her shirt.

"Mhm, I noticed your grades have been slippin'. Maybe you could do some extra credit to help boost your grade?"

"Really? You'd let me do that?"

Joel's hand gently brushed up against the back of her thigh, his gaze dropping to take in her plaid mini skirt.

"'Course I would, s'long as you do somethin' for me."

"Joel, this is so corny," you said as you were about to pull out the earbud. He stopped you and scooted closer.

"It ain't 'bout bein' corny or not, it's 'bout the production and the set and how the actors are treated. When you have good people 'round you, it comes through on the screen and the performance is better."

You sighed and continued to watch as his hand snuck up the back of her skirt. Tiffany gasped and pressed her hips into the desk then looked down at Joel, who was gazing up at her like she was the only woman in the world.

"I don't know, Mr. Ryder..."

"Why not, darlin'?"

"W-what if someone finds out?"

"No one'll know," he assured her before taking her hand and placing it over his lap. She moaned softly and bit her lip before sinking to her knees and undoing his belt. He groaned and leaned back in his chair, watching her with a pleased smirk.

"Yeah, that's it," he whispered when she took him in her mouth. Suddenly you remembered you were in the middle of a bar watching porn with your ex and you yanked the earbud out.

"Okay, I think I get the idea."

Joel chuckled. "Fine, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable," he said, setting his phone down so he could take a sip from his glass, but the video still played. You couldn't hear the audio anymore but you saw his head tip back and his eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. You wondered what kind of noises he was making, knowing he was the type to be more vocal during sex, an attribute you always appreciated. You tried to look away, focusing your attention on the people around you, but your eyes kept finding his phone. On the screen, Joel pulled Tiffany up by the shoulders and pushed her up against his desk. He slotted himself between her legs and pushed up her skirt before plunging his tongue into her mouth and rubbing slow circles over her clit.

"See somethin' you like?" Joel teased when he caught you looking. You pursed your lips before rolling your eyes and shoving the earbud back in just in time to hear him groan deeply into her mouth when he began to sink his cock inside her. You had to admit, it was nice when the video didn't cut to a godawful closeup of her pussy but instead took advantage of her wide spread legs and chose to capture both their reactions. You swallowed, throat suddenly dry, as you continued to watch the video. Much like Joel in real life, he was attentive and caring, subtly making sure Tiffany was comfortable. He didn't jackhammer her, he didn't remain awkwardly silent, but instead he rolled his hips leisurely while lavishing her with praise until he tugged on her shirt and wrapped his hand around one of her breasts, biting at her nipple. She moaned and grabbed his hair, whispering how big he was and how good it felt and fuck me harder, Mr. Ryder, I can take it.

He pulled out and flipped her around, pushing her hips into the desk before sliding back inside, her pussy and thighs glistening from her arousal.

"Goddamn, you're so tight. Oh, good girl, look at you. Takin' my cock like a champ. Fuck, y'feel so good."

He was slamming his hips into her faster now, so much so that the desk was beginning to move. Tiffany's fingers clutched around the edge of the wood, knuckles white, mouth agape and eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"How much of this is fake?" you asked breathlessly, unable to look away. He shrugged, no longer watching the phone, but instead his eyes were glued to your face. Your lips were parted and your breath was coming a little faster now.

"What'dya mean?"

"Like, is she faking it?" you asked.

"No," he chuckled, casually draping his arm behind you. On the screen, Joel gently pressed a palm against her spine so she laid flat on the desk, then he reached down to pick up one of her legs to open her hips even wider. The noises she was making were so loud at that point, you didn't need to keep the earbud in anymore, so once again you took it out. He could tell how aroused you were, even though you initially tried to hide it. You squirmed in your seat and you rubbed the back of your neck before taking a deep breath. Your eyes met his and he saw you swallow thickly, your gaze flickering from his eyes to his lips over and over again.

"Joel?"

Your voice was low, suggestive, as you leaned into him a little more. The heat between you was growing thick. It was probably made worse by the alcohol coursing through your veins but he didn't care, and neither did you. He nodded and tore his eyes away.

"C'mon," he said.

He grabbed your arm and shoved his phone back in his pocket before leading you through the crowd, his cock straining against his zipper, knowing full well how that night was going to end.

"Where are we going?" you asked when he bypassed the bathrooms in favor of a third closed door.

"Basement. Where they keep the booze."

He swung open the door and flicked on the light before pulling you in after him and ushered you quickly down the stairs. He swiveled his head back and forth until he spotted a corner of the basement that had a small amount of privacy hidden behind boxes of liquor, then turned around and cupped your jaw before crashing his mouth against yours with a deep groan.

"We gotta be fast," you murmured before breaking away and tugging your jeans down.

"Yeah," was all he said, his heart thumping wildly in his chest when you pulled your jeans all the way off and started on your underwear. "Jesus Christ," he added when he realized you weren't messing around. Fast meant fast.

You tested the weight of what looked like a repurposed workbench before hopping up and grabbing the collar of his shirt, yanking him forward just as he undid his belt. You helped him unzip his jeans and slid your hand past his waistband, wrapping your fingers around his cock as you nipped greedily at his throat.

"Fuck, baby, you liked that, huh?" he murmured, grabbing onto your hips, letting you pull his cock out and line him up against your opening without his assistance. He hissed when the tip of his cock prodded at your folds, feeling just how wet you were from watching that video.

You didn't answer. You just spread your legs wider and scooted closer to the edge of the table. Your heels dug into the backs of his thighs, urging him forward. A whimper fell from your lips when he slowly eased inside you, then tipped your head back with a gasp when he pushed all the way in.

"God, that feels good," you moaned, your arms draping lazily around his neck, forehead resting against his chest.

Slowly, he pulled his cock out, leaving just the swollen tip before pausing and pushing back in. You both watched in a daze as he slid in and out, emerging slicker than before with each thrust. Calloused hands ran up and down your thighs. Slowly, leisurely, adoringly.

"Faster," you mumbled, eyes fluttering closed, forehead still pressed against his broad chest.

"I don't like goin' fast with you," he whispered, then wrapped his arms around your waist, tugging you even closer as he continued slowly feeding you his cock.

You moaned and dug your nails into his neck when he hit a spot just right, making your thighs shake and your breath stutter.

"L-like the video," you managed to stammer out. You pulled your head away from his chest and hazily looked up at him. "Don't you wanna make this table move like the desk?" you asked him with a teasing smile, but he didn't give you one back. He shook his head and rubbed the pad of his thumb over your lower lip.

"No," he said softly, still fucking you agonizingly slow. His eyes were warm and sweet as he stared down at you, scanning your face. His fingers slid through your hair, cupping the back of your head as he continued to look at you, watching the little flickers of pleasure cross your features every time he hit that one spot he knew made you come undone. "Don't wanna fuck you like them. Wanna take my time 'n really feel you." He rolled his hips, pushing inside you extra deep and you melted against him, giving up and letting him take you the way he needed.

The hand that was lost in your hair tilted your head so he could kiss you. His tongue, slow and lazy, slipped into your mouth, licking and savoring the taste of tequila and the cigarette you bummed from him an hour earlier.

Eventually, you lost yourself in the moment, raking your fingers through his hair and kissing him back just as deeply. You knew it was too intimate, you knew it was dangerous to be like this with him, but it was too late. Who were you kidding? It's been too late for a while now.

You finally had to break the kiss, your lungs burning for air the same way your thighs were burning around his waist. Tipping your head to the side, you slumped against his shoulder, gasping and panting while he continued to torturously fuck you slow in the dirty basement of your favorite bar.

The setting hardly matched the mood, but it didn't seem to matter.

"You gotta know, I don't fuck anyone else like this."

You squeezed your eyes shut.

His fingers dug into your ribs, the others into your scalp, pressing you against him as if you were one.

"Yeah?" Your voice was breathy and high pitched.

"Only you." He pressed his mouth against your hair, his cock splitting you open in the softest way possible. "Just you."

"Joel," you whined, one hand dropping to grab the thin material of his tshirt, fingers getting twisted as you tugged and pulled at him. You said his name again, a whisper that time. Being so close, you could feel his heart beating loud and fast in his chest. It felt like it matched your own.

"Yeah, say my name," he muttered, hips moving a little faster now. "You gonna come f'me, baby?"

You couldn't respond. You were too close and everything was too intense. Instead, you nodded and squeezed your eyes shut tighter, fighting back the two tears that sprung up out of nowhere.

When you came, you pulled harshly on his hair and gasped, warmth flooding your limbs as your orgasm washed over you. He was murmuring something but you couldn't hear him over the ringing in your ears and then finally, your muscles relaxed and you sighed.

"Fuck, Joel."

"I know," he grunted through clenched teeth. "Shit, you're gonna make me come. Feels too good, I can't... oh, god."

He made a move to pull out but your legs tensed around him once more, keeping him still. His hips slowed.

"What're you-"

"I want you to come inside me," you mumbled drowsily from his chest. You felt more than heard the low growl he gave you in response.

"Baby-"

Tugging him by the back of the neck, you pulled him down into a searing kiss, shutting him up. He cupped your jaw with one hand while the other remained wrapped around your waist, still holding you against him. It only took him a few more seconds before he spilled inside you, his moans getting lost against your lips.

Long after you had both recovered, your mouths were still latched together, tongues slowly dancing, neither of you wanting the moment to end, but it was you who finally pulled away.

"We should go before we get caught."

He hummed and pressed his forehead against yours.

"So what if we get caught?"

You practically stopped breathing at the double meaning behind his words, your brain unable to formulate a response. He must have sensed it because he continued.

"What's the worst that could happen?"

"Jail?" you finally offered, leaning back and giving him a smirk, purposely ignoring the real meaning behind his question. What would happen if someone found out about your affair?

He gave you a small smile and sighed. "You make a good point." He pulled out with a hiss, his gaze darkening for a moment when he saw your pussy leaking with him. "Christ," he whispered before backing away and fixing his clothes while you did the same.

"You ready?" he asked once you got your clothes back on and looked relatively presentable.

"Yeah," you replied, but took a step and stumbled. Joel quickly reached out to steady you, his thumbs rubbing affectionately over your arms as he did.

"Don't worry, I got you."

You looked up at him and smiled. "I know."

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voxmortuus · 8 months ago

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⇘ PAIRING:⇙ Dom!Benny Cross x Sub!F!Reader

⇘ UNIVERSE:⇙ The Bikeriders

⇘ WORD COUNT:⇙ 3k

⇘ SUMMARY:⇙ Seems you've found yourself in a rather unique situation. You've known Benny for a long while, but you always felt a little out of his league, whatever league that may be, it just didn't feel like you were good enough for him. The thing is, you're just what he's looking for. You've got a lot of love to give, a heart on your sleeve, and a loyalty that is stronger than a dog. He wants you, but he wants you specifically. He wants you to be his old lady, he wants you to be his ride or die. Once he gets you alone though, the patches stay on, and things get a little far from vanilla.

⇘ NOTES:⇙ I hope this brings you some joy.

⇘ DIVIDER CREDIT:⇙ @nyxvuxoa

⇘ IMAGE CREDIT:⇙ @nyxvuxoa

⇘ My Master Masterlist ⇙

Was it happenstance, or was it planned that he happened to show up today? Handing the beer over the counter, you lean against the bar, and you smile the sweetest smile you've got in you.

"Well shit, if it ain't Benny Cross. How long has it been?" You asked. Benny looked up at you as he walked in, giving you that same crooked grin he always walked around with. He gave a slight chuckle.

"Well, no shit. It's been, what, almost 7 years?" He asked you. You nod your head and chuckle a bit.

"Yeah, somethin' like that." you smirk and look down at the bar top.

It had been what feels like forever. It feels like you haven't seen him in ages, and truth be told, it had been ages. Seven whole ages, as a matter of fact. Smirking, he looks over you as he approaches the bar. Looking over his face, you smile, and a soft blush graces your cheeks, causing you to feel warm. Letting out a soft, shaky breath, you glance around, realizing that no one else was there in the bar, but you knew that wasn't going to last too long. How do you even say what you think you need to say. You groan, and you sigh and decide not to say anything.

As the night went on, the two of you mingled and caught up. He learned quite a bit about you, just as much as you learned about him. You learned quite a bit, and he learned just as much. However, you learned something that he didn't tell you either, he had always liked you. Well fuck. Upon closing up the bar, you look at him and shake your head.

"Benny, I've always had a thing for you. I always thought you were too good for me. Outta my fuckin league." you state honestly.

Benny stopped and stared at you. "Outta my league? No, no. I felt you were outta mine. Let me ask you this... you still want me?"

"I've always wanted you... that never changed, never after all these years." you admit.

He looks at you and runs his hand over his face. Nodding his head, he looks back toward the door. Looking back at you, he walks to the door and locks it. "Come here." he points to the ground in front of him.

Lifting a well-manicured and well-defined brow, you walk to him and stand in front of him. You look over that face, that handsome, perfectly chiseled face, and you lose yourself all over again. Why? Why, when you are around him, he makes you feel so... weak. He makes you feel so... dead-brained.

Walking to you, he sticks a finger under your chin and forces you to look up at him. A thought crosses his mind, an urge.

"I want you to prove to me how much you want me." He tells you, his voice drops an octave as he watches you.

"How do you want me to do that Benny? Just say the word and you got it." You state.

"Strip, then lay flat, face down on the floor." He states.

Okay, so that was NOT what you had expected. Blinking a few times, you don't hesitate, and you do just that. Stripping down, you fold your clothes and place them to the side, and you lower yourself to the floor. Biting your lower lip, you listen as he paces around you, observing you, taking in your figure, your heartbeat picks up in anticipation as you watch his boots come into view, and he stops and looks down at you.

Benny lights a cigarette and takes a long drag from it. Watching you as you lay there, he runs his free hand through his hair and then over his facial hair for a moment. Smirking, he takes a few steps closer to you and kneels down a moment, a hand dangling between his legs.

"So, you've gone this whole time not sayin anything. All because you felt I was out of your league... You know Darlin' if you had said anything, you may have learned a thing or two about how I felt. Maybe you need to be punished for that, huh? Teach you how to speak your mind? Make you beg for my attention now?" he stated.

Why did that make your cunt tingle? Make you hot? And why the fuck did that sound like such a good idea coming from him? You nod softly.

"No, I want you to say it." He stated firmly as he took a drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke bellow above him as he exhaled.

"Yes. Punish me, teach me to speak my mind... make me... beg." You state. Your eyes look at his boots, and your fingers press into the floor as they are stretched out to your sides.

Standing up, he looks ahead of him, out the window of the bar, and smirks. He leans against the pool table, thinking of ways to punish you. Looking at your figure as you are sprawled out against the floor, so many things come to mind.

Standing back up from leaning, he pushes himself from the pool table and walks to you. He places his right boot on the side of your head. Not stepping, but applying just enough pressure for it to feel -- oddly comfortable. Your fingers press into the floor as you gasp. Why are you feeling this right now? Feeling these... feelings push through your thoughts. You bite your lip, and you let out a slow breath.

"Now, I've been thinking, since walking into this place, since we started talking, reminiscing about the past. I have been thinking about how things could go. About how we could have been together this whole time. But now, now I see the kind of girl you really are. I won't lie, Darlin'... kinda revs me up a bit. Eager to please." he mused a moment.

Looking down at you, he tilts his head, a sight for sore eyes, and fuck did he enjoy the view. Licking his lips, he took another drag from his smoke before he reached over to a close by table and tapped the ashes into an ashtray he had. With your head under his boot, he looks over the rest of your body. Leaning over with a smoke between his lips, his fingers run down the length of your spine. Feeling your flesh under his fingers.

"Soft to the touch." he pointed out.

Standing back up, he moved away from you, leaving you to bite your lip and almost ask for more. But instead, he reached down, grabbed your hair, and moved you to a standing position. You guided yourself with ease, and there was this deeper part of you that also enjoyed that. "What is wrong with me?" you asked yourself.

Moving you to sit in a chair, he spreads your legs apart. Looking over you, he licks his lips.

"Hands on your thighs, don't move them." He demands.

You nod in agreement. He wasn't going to demand the 'Sir' word just yet, but holy fuck was he going to enjoy it when it happened.

"Now I'm going to ask you a question, either say yes or say no. It's that simple. Got it?"

"Yes. I understand."

"Good. I'm going to hurt you, but it's not because I want to hurt you, it's because well... I want to see you in a different light, and because I enjoy it. Do you consent?" he looks over your face.

Taking a moment to understand, you've read some raunchy trashy books, so you knew not to compare the two, you weren't that naïve. You draw in a breath and you nod. "Yes. I consent." you finally state.

With a smirk across his lips, he nods. "Good girl. So long I've wanted to do this to you." He stated as he put his smoke out.

Walking behind the bar, he went to wash his hands, took a swig off a whiskey bottle, and made his way back toward you. Standing in front of you, he tilts his head. With a firm hand, he looks at you and throws it across your face. At first, you gasp, you close your eyes, your head whipped to the side. You whimper, not sure how to feel about it. You look to the ground, but he takes your chin and forces you to look back at him, and he smiles. Giving you a wink, and that's when you feel this sense of calm wash over you. It's like this switch was flipped in your mind. Submissive mode on... more so than before.

You didn't dislike the feeling on your skin, a hot sting. He brought his hand back, and it met your face again. Quickly moving to grab your chin, he leaned in and kissed your lips softly.

"Atta girl." he praised.

You felt this bubble of excitement rise inside you. It was this rush that moved through your veins like a hot liquid. Bubbling at the surface, wanting more.

"More, please." You ask.

He was happy to oblige. A little harder, be clipped your lip, but you didn't mind. The coppery taste on your tongue was sort of pleasant, a welcomed gift. You smile looking up at him. He looked at you, almost worried, but yet oddly calm. He smirked, leaning in he kissed you again, nipping at your now swollen lip. You feel your lower lips clench and quiver with want. Your breath was shaky against his lips.

His hand moves down your torso, moving to grip a breast before his hand moves down your apex right to your core. Your breath, staggered, your heart, pounding, your mind, stupid. You clench your lower walls and bite your lip, watching him, feeling him, desiring and needing him. You whimper. His fingers hover, and the heat from his flesh kisses your warm, swollen, needy bud.

When he finally brings his fingers to touch you, you gasp. You lock eyes with him, studying his baby blues as he begins to work your little swollen bundle of nerves. His free hand moves to jerk your head back by pulling your hair, as he hovers over you. His legs pressed against yours spreading your legs further as he worked you, exposing you to the pool table behind him.

But it was when he slid his fingers into you that your mind went more stupid. You let out a heavy moan as your eyes flutter, feeling his fingers work you. Leaning back in the chair, you let him take complete control, as he desired, and your body was no longer your own, and you were far from upset with that idea.

His fingers were like magic, but suddenly that all came to a stop. He looks at you, holding his fingers up as he looks at you. Bringing them to his lips he placed them in his mouth and smirked.

"Finger lickin good... Now... show me what you do with that pussy of yours when you think of me, because let's face it, Darlin, with all you've admitted, I know you've thought about me." He smirked as he moved back to lean against the pool table.

Looking at you he watches intently. Your hand moves to your bud as you slowly begin to work yourself. You watch him, intently, watching how he moves, how he breathes, how his lips curl with that crooked grin of his. You begin to remember how his lips tasted, how they felt against yours, how his fingers felt playing with you. You whimper as you bring your other hand up to grip your breast. Your breathing becomes heavy and you watch as the front of his pants grow tight.

Biting your lip you tasted the blood but your focus was on him.

"Atta girl, slow down, not too fast." he guides.

He readjusts against the pool table as he undoes his pants, freeing himself, he begins to stroke himself slowly. You slow down a bit, your toes curl against the floor as your legs spread even wider giving him a full view as you scoot forward a bit and expose your whole self even more.

"Just like that, keep going. What crosses your mind when you think of me?" he asked you.

Letting out a whimper you look over him as he strokes himself right in front of you. Dear fuck, his cock is god damned perfect.

"What you would feel like inside me." You state honestly with a soft whimper.

"What I'd feel like inside you huh? Well, maybe if you're a good girl, you'll find out." He mused as he moved his hand a little quicker against his cock. "Pick up a little speed." He demanded.

Without a shadow of hesitation, your fingers begin to work yourself quicker. You moan a little louder. His hand works himself faster, a little harder. He grunts, you whimper. It's a tandem of back and forth, a perfect give and take.

It feels like a lifetime, but a lifetime you'd never give back. He sees how wet you are, how you're beginning to drip off the edge of the chair. He snarls and walks to you, taking you by your hair he guides you to the floor and slips his cock between your lips, pressing to the back of your throat. He lets out a heavy groan.

Like a good girl, you take all of his cock, your tongue swirling around as he uses you like a little sex doll, fucking your face. He pulls you back, strings of spit from your mouth to his cock still connected as he slaps you across the face and shoves his cock down your throat again. Your eyes water and your breathing through your nose becomes heavy, and he does it again. Pulls you from his cock, slaps your face and brings your mouth back to his cock, and proceeds to fuck your throat and mouth, his grip on your hair tight it pulls at your scalp. Your moans and whimpers echo and vibrate through him and you as he uses your head to pleasure himself.

"Finger yourself." He snarls

You begin to do just that, your fingers working yourself as your mouth is being used. He smirks looking down at you before he's had enough of using your face he throws you back onto the floor and stands over you.

"Keep going." He demands.

And you do, you don't question him.

"Yes Sir." You state. Again, no question.

He's officially lost all control, at this point you both have. He works his cock faster, and you're watching every bit of it while you're moaning loudly just slightly below him as you work your bud, driving your fingers as deep as you can, feeling your wetness. You want to finish, you're right there, you almost cannot contain that hot explosion between your legs.

"No girl, you gotta beg for that finish." He states.

"Please, please let me cum" You plead.

He shakes his head. "Not yet... keep going... faster." He demands.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as you work yourself faster, you arch slightly your toes curled under you. You're rocking back and forth your hips buckle.

"Please... please Sir... I want to cum. Can I please. Please." You beg.

He looks down at you as he works his cock, and he feels his own eruption on the rise. He looks down at you and smirks.

"Open up." He states.

Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out flat and you begin to taste those hot wet ribbons as he releases against your tongue, and over your face.

"Come on... Cum for me." He growls as he continues his facial finish.

You let out a heavy moan, a loud breathy gasp as your body begins to tremble. His cock tapped against your tongue as if saying he was finished with his finish. He watches you shake, almost a pleasure convulsion. You begin to giggle, swallowing what was in your mouth, and cleaning up your face. Licking it from your fingers.

"Thank you." you muse.

He looks over you and smiles. "No, thank you." he chuckles as he puts himself away.

Moving toward you, he scoops you up places you on the pool table, and looks over your face. He moves a moment and grabs a bottle of water from the bar fridge, and a clean, rag, getting it cool, he moves back toward you. Wiping your face, and neck, he starts to wipe you off and smiles handing you the water bottle.

"So I have a question." He states.

"Yes Sir?" you ask.

"How about you be my Old Lady... my ride or die... my one and only. My little pet... my little pain slut... my girl." He asked you looking over your face.

You look up at him, and this sense of perfection washes over you as you lean forward and kiss him sweetly. "I've waited a long time for that..."

"So is that a yes?" he asks with a smirk.

Nodding your head you chuckle place your arms around him and pull him in for another kiss. "That's a Yes." you whisper against his lips.

Smirking he presses his lips against yours and wraps his arms around you. Holding you tightly against him he leans back and looks over your face.

"Now, how about I take you back to my place, and show you how I feel inside you..." he smirked.

Nodding your head you chuckle. "Yes please, Sir." you whisper against his lips.

He kisses you again, and helps you get dressed before he takes you to his bike, hands you a helmet, and takes off in the direction of his place.

Everything that happened today, it felt like a dream, but this dream was one you'd remember. Only it wasn't a dream. This was real, and you were about to unlock a new chapter in your life.

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jackharkness · 22 days ago

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There ain't language for the things I've seen, yeah And the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams

MEET ME IN THE WOODS by Lord Huron + Francis Crozier

#the terror #theterroredit #francis crozier #tusereliza #userpegs #userrobin #userrena #bladesrunner #usergif #lyricsongifs #perioddramaedit #tvedit #tvarchive #filmtvcentral #filmtvtoday #myedit

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nakylvr · 3 months ago

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i’m think dealer!dani getting jealous cause a client flirts with reader (i’ve been racking my brain for days and this is the only thing that comes to mind)..

dealer!dani is back everyone ✊ i have 2 other little things planned as well but had to get this one done first 😋 thank you for encouraging the dealer!dani agenda

— PROMISES IN THE DARK 🛡️

warnings/tags: language, established relationship, f!reader, dealer!dani, mild argument

"are you sure you want to come inside? you can wait in the car if you want."

"dani, for the tenth time, i don't mind going inside," you reiterate to your girlfriend, already unbuckling your seatbelt. "you said it's a friend, so there shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"right," dani nods, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. sure, technically it was a friend, but she referred to most of her clients that way so you wouldn't freak out than if she said that the people she usually met up with were...not good people. she didn't want to worry you, so she always went "its just a friend" whenever she would go out for her deals. "okay, let's go then," she says finally, turning off the car and grabbing her bag from the backseat.

getting out of the car, daniela locks the car and grabs your hand before starting up the stairs to the apartment building where her client lived. getting to the apartment, she knocks on the door a few times, glancing around almost anxiously which you notice.

"are you okay?" you ask her quietly. "you're not like this usually."

"'m fine," she answers. "just, this guy can be a little...much," she says slowly, like she were choosing her words carefully. "maybe you should go back to the-"

before she can finish, the door unlocks and opens, revealing a tall male who had a cigarette in his mouth. "oh, shit! you got here, fast!" he laughs loudly, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. "come in, come in!" he says, waving his hand as he turns and walks inside, leaving the door open.

with a quiet sigh, daniela walks inside while you following her, still holding onto your hand as the door closes. heading into the living room, the male sits down on the couch, propping his legs up on the coffee table. "so, you really aren't gonna introduce me to whoever this pretty lady on your arm is?" he says jokingly, the cigarette back in his mouth. "i ain't ever seen her before, she know the shit you into?" he tilts his head to the side, running a hand through his hair.

"it's none of your business," dani responds in a blank voice as she puts her bag on the table and opens it. "it's $300 you owe me." she pulls out a few bags and tosses them on the table.

"chill, dani," he raises his hands up in surrender. "i'm just askin' a question, no need to get all hostile." he turns his head to look at you. "what's your name, love?"

"don't answer him," dani says quickly, clearly getting more irritated by the second. "where's my money so i can get the fuck out of here?"

"i'll give you your money when she answers my question," he responds, pointing at you. "here, i'm jayce, now i've introduced myself. so tell me yours," he smiles, completely ignoring daniela's irritation.

dani shoots a look towards you, and you don't know what to do. answer the question, she'll probably get mad but she'll get the money which is likely more important than you. don't answer the question, she gets no money, and she'll probably still get mad. maybe you should've stayed in the car like every other time. "yn," you eventually tell him your name, seeing his smile widen as he claps his hands together.

"wow!" he exclaims, cigarette hanging from his lips. "that's a very pretty name you have there, dear!" he says as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet, tossing four one hundred dollar bills on the table. "there's your money, and an extra hundred for your pretty lady friend." he leans back against the couch. "you single, baby?"

dani snatches the three hundred bills and shoves them in her pocket while grabbing her bag along with two of the ones originally for him. "go fuck yourself, jayce," she hisses at him. "find someone else to give you shit." she snaps, grabbing your arm and storming out of the apartment.

"dani, calm down," you try to say repeatedly while she drags you to the car, stopping once she reached it.

"calm down?" she lets go of your hand, finally looking over at you. "why the fuck did you answer him?" she questions angrily. "i told you not to."

"i-" you start, hearing the anger in her voice and tensing up. "you wouldn't get the money otherwise," you manage to get out. "you-you always say the money is the most important thing so i did what would get the money."

"i didn't give a damn about the money just now!" dani exclaims. "you should not have told him your name! the money is important yeah, but..." her voice trails off as she sighs, looking down at the ground. "you're more important to me, okay? i..i don't want you to get involved in this. i appreciate you coming along but i don't want you talking to these people. some of them aren't good."

you can hear the vulnerability in her voice as she talks in a quieter tone, and you reach forward to grab her hand, causing her to look at you. "i'm sorry," you say softly. "i know some of these people aren't good people, which is why i worry and come with you whenever i can. i don't want something to happen to you."

daniela's hand moves up to cup your cheek, caressing your skin softly. "nothing's gonna happen to me, okay?" she says quietly. "don't apologize, it's fine." she leans forward and presses a quick kiss on your lips. "i love you," she mumbles, resting her forehead on yours.

"i love you too," you reply in the same quiet murmur.

"let's get something to eat and then go home, yeah?" she says, lifting her head to look at you. "tomorrow we can go to the mall, weren't you saying you needed new clothes or something?" she smiles.

"you just want to get me in one of the dressing rooms," you roll your eyes with a smile on your face. "but i still wanna go."

dani grins at you and pecks your lips. "you know me so well."

#katseye thoughts 💭#katseye x reader #daniela avanzini thoughts 💭#daniela avanzini x reader #daniela x reader

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k0ff1n · 4 months ago

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Skully headcanons (both general and relationship stuff)

The parts with the reader are gender neutral, also there is a point that could be considered nsfw I think but it's really just general stuff so nothing much really.

-English isn't my first language so sorry if there are errors and other stuff that simply ain't right and I hope you enjoy :)

+So first of all we know that he isn't from the world that hosts Halloween town, meaning he doesn't dress like that... probably. Personality wise I'd say that he only has energy when he is 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 excited about something, usually a topic that he really likes, but other than that he'd probably be kind of laid back. Like the Kaworu Nagisa type of laid back, he talks and stuff, nods and smiles but doesn't really express emotions in a really... 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘺 (this phrase makes sense in my head please bare with me).

+Now I fully believe that he probably dresses in two ways, no in between. We can have the fancy version of him, probably on those days where he feels motivated enough to wear something nice, and those are the only times where he wears some type of goth outfit, then we have the 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 version of him, the one where he's probably wearing a random cardigan with the most hideous Halloween design anyone's ever seen in their entire live. You know those 90s cardigans, the hand knitted ones with the different patterns randomly sprinkled on the base, yeah, those beauties.

+Now let's be sincere, he's probably autistic. He seems to not really understand "standard" social cues, like when he kisses everyone's hand and they are basically disgusted, also when in Halloween town he hugs grim and Epel(?) just because of how excited he is and they are 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 dying inside but he doesn't even seem to notice lol. Now the most noticeable part is also the one where he only talks about Jack and the related festivity, it literally feels like a special interest, the kind that sticks with you for all your life and you can't really get out of your sistem. Also we know that no one really likes him or talks to him in his real world, which is unfortunately the reality of many neurodivergent people, often considered weird or annoying by others. I mean all the neurodivergent people I've met always had similar experiences, me included so yeah, I mean he also basically states that so.

+With this said I imagine him to be the type of person that tries to keep his interests to himself but fails horribly every time someone gets close enough and he thinks he can finally open himself up. Now we all know how that would end (not in a nice way) , meaning that he probably hides himself in the realities from different books and movies he likes. I firmly believe that the reason he was so happy to finally be in Halloween town was because he imagined so many times to live there without the trouble of other negative people that he felt as if he actually belonged somewhere for once.

+Now since this is getting depressing I'd say that if he had a partner he would probably need someone that either shares the same type of interests as him or simply has enough time to listen to him rant about his hyperfixations. I'd say that the first one would probably still be better because he'd feel as if someone finally understands him and gets why he likes certain things so much.

+Probably collects weird and creepy things, could be old stuff he found in a thrift shop or taxidermies he made himself or bought from some shop on Etsy lol. I see him as the type of guy to yes, love Halloween, but only a certain types of decorations, I mean the old/vintage type would be perfect but if you ever try to get him close to a basic plastic pumpkin (like the basket kind for trick or treat) he would probably start talking in an annoyed and frustrated way about how society ruined the original version of the holiday and stuff like that.

+Type of guy to listen to those long ass YouTube videos with the low quality image as thumbnail that last for more than two hours but include old songs that no one ever listened to, probably including the ones that 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘥 those songs.

+If he actually had a partner he would probably be clingy af, not in an annoying way but like a cat that's always around you way. I don't think that in public he would display that much affection, probably afraid of other people seeing him and judging once again, but when in private he would probably be constantly near you or touching you somehow, be it hugging you when watching a scary movie on the couch or if he's helping cooking something and suddenly you feel him speak in you ear, scaring the shit out of you because he somehow doesn't make any noise when walking.

+Has the worst eye bags you've ever seen in your life, the type that even if you put a red base and then the green and concealer or whatever they 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 fade away. They would probably only make him look good considering that be surely (to me at least so sshhh) wears at least a little eyeliner or eyeshadow. I dont think he was dry lips, even if the og image gives that impression I have a feeling that it's like those cracked type of lipsticks that you put on in layers and stuff.

+One again, if you share interests he would probably sing various tunes with you, be it the songs form the nightmare before Christmas or things like confrontation form the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde musical. I can see him dramatically move around his room while singing a certain part and then looking at you like you hung the starts in the sky when you start singing the next part, even if you suck it doesn't matter really.

+I don't think that he's asexual but at the same time I don't think he'd be really interest in sex stuff anyway, like maybe sometime but more like vanilla things, he doesn't even look like he has the energy to keep up any fancy type of performance let's be fr. Would kiss you and whatever, sometimes make out if you have the time and actually feel like doing something like that, but generally I don't think that he would care much about there things.

+Probably has a pet, not sure which one but the possibilities are: a cat, more cats, rats (named Jack and Sally obvs) or some type of ferret. Not really a dog type of person even if he likes Zero. He probably doesn't have the energy to keep up with an animal like that even if he wants to.

#twst x reader #skully j graves #random bullshit #skully x reader #skully x yuu #skully j graves x reader #twisted wonderland fanfic #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst headcanons #🤍

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erinwantstowrite · 25 days ago

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Could you tell me what you like about Stephanie and Cass as characters? I haven't read any of the comics so everything I know about the characters has come from fanfiction and every time they are in a fic they always feel so one dimensional and it really bothers me. Stephanie is always just talking about waffles or pulling pranks with glitter or being super nosey. And all Cass ever does is sneak around and pat people on the head and the only dialogue she ever has is something that feels like the author is infantilizing her. So many people like them and I know there is more to them as characters I just rarely find a fic they are included in where they feel as fleshed out as Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, etc.

OH BUDDDYYYYYYY i was in the same boat for a while. i genuinely had no idea that they were far more involved in bat stuff than what they were in fics. they're so often overlooked (so is Duke) and it makes me crazy because they have SUCH amazing character concepts!!! they're still on my to-read list so i'm not an expert and this is just what i've gathered from my pre-requisite research, but!!!

stephanie is the daughter of one of Gotham's villains, the Cluemaster. she became the Spoiler because she wanted to be his opposite, wanted to be better than him. he was an abusive asshole, both physically and mentally, and Stephani even hates her blonde hair because it's the same color as her father's. she has a close relationship with her mother, who is still alive. Stephanie is incredibly intelligent and she deserved so much better when she took up the Robin mantle when Tim's father made him put it down. at some point in the comics, she got pregnant as a teen (not Tim's, but they were dating when they figured it out?? i think? she didn't cheat on him). she wanted to be a mom so badly and she loved her baby so much. the panels where she was dreaming of playing with her baby make me feel ill because she deserves the world. she had to give the baby up for adoption because she was so scared her father would find the baby and hurt/kill them, and she didn't let herself see the baby after they were born because she knew she'd want to keep them if she held them. she didn't even know if it was a born or girl. I'm pretty sure Bruce was the one who found the baby a good home somewhere where Stephanie's father can't find them. at some point, she "died" but it was really something she had to fake? for some reason? and she trained with a doctor i think (was it Leslie?) for a WHILE. Tim had no idea that this was faked and it kind of fucked him up but this ain't about him right now. she did actually die at some point and i'm pretty sure Cass was there with her, though i am hazy on if she was revived right away or later on

and Cass. god,,,, she was also a victim of her father, David Cain. her mother is Lady Shiva, who you might have seen mentioned in Tim fics. both are highly trained assassins and considered the best of the best. David raised Cass to not understand any spoken language, so she could not speak it for a very long time. the only language that she did know was the art of body language, and she had the ability to see things that so many other people can't. that's how she's able to pick up on most everything, so she was still incredibly intelligent. one day her father made her kill someone, her first ever kill, and what she saw in the man's dying body was so agonizing that it forever changed her. she was so horrified by what she had done that she refused to kill. (in my opinion, this makes her the best candidate for taking up Batman's position but the writers are cowards.) she either ran away or was sent away by her father? (this is where it starts getting hazy for me because i still have comics to read). i don't know what happened in between for sure, but she did end up learning how to speak and understand words, and i think it's a popular headcanon that it can sometimes overwhelm her so she sticks to one words or sign language for communication, but she CAN speak now. she considers Barbara to be like her mother, as Babs was the one who mentored her and took care of her. she's a very loving person and i think her friendship with Stephanie is sweet. even if you don't ship them, they're soulmates of some kind

that's about as much as i know but i'm still learning!! if any steph or cass fans want to add on to this, feel free to infodump here and mayhaps leave your comic recommendations? :3

#stephanie brown #cassandra cain #cassandra wayne #i love the batboys but the girls need some love too y'all #i have PLANS for them (+ Duke and Babs) in LoF #peter gets more bonding time with everyone

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presleyslilbaby · 1 month ago

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~You Don’t Tease Me~

(50’s!Elvis X Reader)

(TW: Sexual public displays, fingering, orgasm denial, crude language, Elvis taking Reader's panties, potential misspellings-)

(For @jhoneybees Who gave me a good prompt after we discussed Elvis in this picture-)

"Yeah, uh...We was goin' to the studio if you'd like to come along." Elvis spoke, leaning in to your touch as you caressed his cheek oh-so-lovingly. "Mm. I'd like to go, sure." You replied. A smile crossed his gorgeously plump lips, and he leaned in to peck your own a few times. "That's a good Dolly. I was hopin' you'd say yes. Honestly, it's fun at the studio, but it ain't the same without you." He admitted, rising from the sofa and stretching his arms above his head. "Aww, Elvis," You giggled, rising from the sofa yourself. "Okay, let me go get ready and I'll be out-" "Baby, you already look so good." He pouted, trailing his fingers down your arm before grabbing your hand. "Let's just go, hm? You're already lookin' like the most gorgeous model I've seen." That caused your face to flush. No matter how many times he'd complimented you, it was something you somehow had never gotten used to.

On the way to the studio, your mind had wandered places perhaps it shouldn't have gone. While Elvis kept you satisfied in bed, you couldn't help but want more. Something more...Risky. So, as he drove the both of you to the studio, unbeknownst to him, you were already hatching a plan in your mind.

When you finally arrived, you played innocent the entire time, refusing to let him know what you planned to do even if a little bit. "El?" You called to him cutely. "Hm?" Elvis turned to you, lowering the glass he rose to his lips for a drink. "Can I stand up there with you?" You pouted, swinging your skirt side-to-side in an innocent gesture. He thought about it for a moment, glancing at the other Guys in the room before nodding with a gentle smile. "Sure thing, Baby." He agreed, opening his arms out for you in a beckoning gesture.

Perfect.

Swinging your hips as you walked up to him, you wrapped your arm around him in a soft embrace before turning yourself around to look at the lyrics propped up on the little podium. Of course, you weren't exactly paying attention, but you sure as hell had to pretend to. But as soon as Elvis began to sing, you knew it was the perfect time to begin your dirty little plan.

Pushing back against him, you could feel his body slightly tense with the action, one of his hands finding its way to your waist as if to keep you in line. But if you were being completely honest with yourself, you didn't give a shit. So, you decided to move slightly against him, rubbing your ass against his crotch. During a break in the song, Elvis leaned his head down to whisper in your ear. "Y/n, what're you doin'?" He asked. "I'm not doing anything." You innocently whispered back, giving him those sweet little puppy-dog eyes. He shook his head. "Bullshit you ain't. Behave." He growled, going right back to singing.

Behave...Now what kind of word was that? You weren't sure if you knew what that meant.

While you did behave yourself for a total of forty seconds max, you couldn't exactly go any longer before rubbing back against him again. His grip on your waist tightened as did the way his jaw clenched, and you knew you were in trouble when he growled "Li'l Girl, quit your shit," in your ear. But when you finally managed to make him grunt in pleasure, that's when Elvis decided enough was enough. "'Scuse me, Boys. I need to take five." He said, grabbing his empty glass and walking out of the room, pretending as if he was going to refill his water, but in reality knew you would follow. And when you had, he swiftly pulled you by the arm and into the bathroom where he immediately locked the door.

"The hell was that back there???" "It was just a little teasing." You replied with a little shrug. Pushing you against the wall, Elvis grabbed your jaw and tilted your head upwards to look at him, body pressing against yours. "Aw, you don't get to tease me like that. You're gettin' teased too."

Fuck yeah.

He pushed your skirt up and out of the way, forcing your legs open with his knee before diving his hand into your panties like it was nothing. "Why's this pussy wet, Baby? Did'ja wanna get off that bad?" He roughly asked, his voice low and sexy. You nodded, shivering when his long fingers brushed against your weeping slit. "Yeah...Wanted you to bend me over..." You admitted, hearing him scoff. "Well with that li'l stunt you pulled in front o' the Guys, you just lost that chance, Honey. You're lucky they didn't see what you was doin'." Slipping two fingers inside of you, he started pumping them in and out, quickly speeding up his pace until he was finger fucking you with wild abandon. You moaned loudly, spreading your legs wider for him out of pure need, rocking your hips in tempo with every thrust of his fingers. "Yeah, you like that, Baby? Like my fingers in ya'?" He asked hotly, leaning down to press his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin. "Ahh...Yes...Oh, give me more, Elvis..." You begged.

Elvis didn't waste a single second of time stuffing another finger inside your tight cunt, pressing his thumb against your clit where he began to rub in circles. "Fuck...!" You gasped, arching your back. "Oh, good Girl. Let me hear that pretty voice sing." Grinning lewdly, he ran his tongue slowly along the column of your throat before stuffing yet another finger inside of you. "Gettin' close, Honey?" He wondered after a while of fingering. You nodded your head rapidly, panting and whining. But before you could orgasm, Elvis suddenly stopped rubbing your clit and pulled his fingers out of your pussy, lifting them to his mouth where he began to suck all of your juices off. "Aw, that's too bad, then. Guess ya' shouldn't have teased." He spoke, using his free hand to pull your panties off all the way where he then shoved them in his pocket. "Oh, and you don't need those." He smirked, giving you a wink before straightening you out.

That son of a bitch...

#elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis fans #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #50s elvis #elvis imagine #elvis photos #elvis fandom #elvis smut #elvis the king

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vagabond-umlaut · 1 year ago

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gesundheit

you deem gojo to be the most stubborn nurse you've ever seen. you suppose you're the most stubborn patient gojo's ever seen.

but what you don't know is you both are the most caring, and the most idiotic, couple of best friends [or perhaps... something else] anyone's ever seen.

▸ student! gojo satoru x student! gn! reader; sickfic; mentions of flu & the medicines treating it [i wish i could include their composition too but no :(((]; a brief appearance of yummy chicken soup; gallons & gallons of tooth-rotting fluff; one sexual innuendo; ETERNALLY PINING 'TORU & ETERNALLY OBLIVIOUS SHORTIE ARE BACK!! :D

▸ belongs to series we're the summer to our winter rain but you can read this as a stand-alone if you wanna!

▸ the gif, divider and characters used ain't mine. please don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

obdurate, obstinate, bull-headed, pig-headed—

you reckon there's no word in the lexicon of any language, from any corner of this world, that can adequately describe the boy crouched before you.

furrowed brows barely visible from behind the unkempt white bangs, gojo shoots you a woefully concerned look, so much so that it makes you wanna smack it right off his face– and says, "your temperature is still above 100, shortie. you sure you took all the medications right on time?"

"i did," you grit out through clenched teeth and a hoarse throat before a fit of cough racks through your warm body, making you clutch onto your blankets for dear life while the airways fight to expel the irritants into the tissue you've pressed over the lower two-thirds of your face—

a painful battle which continues for a good portion of a minute or two before ending– temporarily— you toss the tissue into the overflowing trash can few feet away and return to glaring at your best friend, with a very exhausted, very frustrated sigh.

gojo's shades glint back innocently in the low light of the television as the boy dutifully places the thermometer in its box then moves to put the lids back on the tupperware he brought you dinner in.

you sigh yet again, wrapping the blankets tighter round yourself.

"sometimes, i wonder if you ever learnt to read, y'know?" you mumble in a soft voice, yet its tone mad enough to make him flinch as he rises from the carpet– having cleared the center table of the remainders of the chicken soup haibara made for you– only to cover it a tiny second later with anti-pyretics, cough syrups, nasal decongestants, inhalers-

gasp of shock worsening into a scratchy cough, you wheeze out, "did you really not read my messages, 'toru? i asked u to leave my soup at the doorstep but you warped right to the centre of my living room— i also asked you not to buy any medicine for me, i already bought them today, but- but- you literally bought the entire medicine shop for me!"

"yeah. and?" the white-haired boy retorts, short and sweet with that eye-crinkling beam of his– one he knows never not works on you, "it isn't like i don't have the means to afford it. and as for your orders via the messages..."

he trails off, shooting you a wink as he moves to plop down near your feet on the sofa and drawls, "i've always been a brat. why don't ya put me back in my place, huh?"

in his place... don't tell me this idiot's speaking of...

"is that supposed to be a bdsm thing, satoru?" you inquire, genuinely confused. concerned. "and you should raise your standards, y'know? thinking a person sick and dying from a flu to be attractive enough to apply a pick-up line on them; i hone– hey, no, why the fuck are you—"

"scoot. over."

neither gojo's stony tone nor his pinched features brook any room for you to disagree, yet you decide not to be held back by such, legs and arms struggling to free themselves from the blanket to push the way too tall figure squeezing you into the sofa as he lies down beside you.

not even a moment passes before your blankets are rudely ripped off your body, then dumped on the floor beneath. swallowing back a sigh of relief– the fan feels so good!– you muster a glower to shoot at your best friend.

earning an eyeroll and a huff, you know are fond, in reply.

"the paracetamol will be kicking in soon, and you'll start sweating like hell then," the boy explains, plucking his shades off and placing them on the table beside, "and that sweat needs to get evaporated asap for your fever to reduce asap— which won't happen if you stay swaddled in your blankets. didn't ya know that, shortie?"

your fever-stricken mind didn't until now, but you decide not to voice the fact out loud, just to not appease the smug grin on that bastard's face.

instead, you retort, "but don't you know staying in close contact with a sick person, taking no preacutions, can make you fall ill too?"

"nah!" gojo shoves your concern away with a dismissive shake of his head, "i'm not one of the strongest duo for nothing, you know? them weakass flu viruses can do nothing to me."

then adds, swiping a calloused palm over the skin of your forehead— cracking a smile, you realize, is 'cause he finds it sweating, "moreover, you're sick, shortie— you don't think i'm gonna leave you to take care of yourself, all alone with no one to help, do you?"

you don't.

of course, you don't, knowing who your dearest friend is— a very very stubborn boy, a store of immense power, but most importantly— the holder of a heart made from the purest of pure gold...

a half-hearted ugh is the only response you decide to grace his query with, not really minding when the boy ruffles your hair and pulling the thinnest of the blankets over you both, shifts so that he is now on his side with an arm tucked under his head, while you remain squished in between him and the sofa, face nearly pressing into his shirt-covered chest.

allowing a beat to pass, you peer up at him, mumbling tiredly.

"but why are you sleeping with me here, 'toru? go to one of the rooms and sleep in them. your legs will hurt a lot tomorrow, if you keep them dangling like that."

"let them," gojo smiles, wrapping a loose arm round your midsection, "it's more important for me to stay close to you to know when you're feeling sick and when you're not- or do you wanna make me sleep on the floor? i can do that for you."

"i am not saying this for me, 'toru," you grumble, inching closer to him despite your brain barking opposite instructions at you, "it's for you– i move a lot when i'm asleep. you won't get even a wink of sleep."

your best friend's lips lift knowingly. "why do you think i trapped you like this, hm?"

your zeal to dissuade him, itself fades a little. still, you persist, "i also tend to mumble in my sleep. won't you find that creepy?"

"nothing's creepy if it's in your sweet voice," he answers with a very... uncanny smile then rushes to add with a visibly exhausted sigh when you shoot him a frown, "i've got earplugs in my bag. i'll use them if it's too unbearable for me."

"tch!"

the battle of talking him out of this seemingly- definitely lost, you tsk and move to shut your eyes, finally letting your ailing body to listen to the call of sleep— before your eyes fly open again— a brand new idea whirring to life in your mind.

"but what if i start sneezing, or worse, coughing in the middle of the night? what are you go—"

"shut up," gojo shushes you, pressing your face into his shirt by a firm hold on the back of your head. you make a yelp of protest but it goes ignored by him as he continues, voice dropping to a pleasant rumble.

"and in case you start sneezing or coughing, i'm gonna wake up and take care of you and will stay awake till you're perfectly okay and fine— is that clear to you, shortie? taking care of you is only why i'm here tonight— why else would i bother myself with a snot-nosed person?"

his remark makes your fingers want to pinch his sides hard– but you stop them— choosing to let them draw nonsensical designs over his back, instead. a barely-there shiver passes through his body, you feel it, the same moment he removes his hand from the back of your hair to keep it in between your shoulder blades, lightly pressing, loosening the knots there.

yawning a little, you nuzzle into him at the comfort his action gives, then blink a pair of bleary eyes up at him, "do you know how much i adore you?"

curiosity and delight dimple his cheeks in a smile, clear as day for you to see. he asks, "you do?"

"mmhm," you don't waste even an instant in humming your assent, the relief brought by the medicines and gojo making you slowly fall into the grasp of slumber, "i really do. you're very very very precious to me and i adore you so much, 'toru. you're the best."

"i'm very happy to know that," the boy murmurs in a tone way too soft for him, but your slowly ebbing consciouness doesn't let you dwell on it for long— a smile shaping your lips at his next words, "and i too love you very much. i lo-"

he stops abruptly, making you frown up at him, worried— only to find him wearing a bright grin on his face. something tells you he is hiding something— his eyes are too nervous for a bragging person as him...

deciding not to pay it any attention, you pucker your lips into a pout.

"heyyy," you whine, "finish your sentence, 'toru!!! you can't leave your darling best friend hanging like thattt!!!"

the tension in his facial muscles reduces a pinch at your demand. the boy's grin widens, glowing even brighter to your tired eyes than those led-like blue eyes of his in the dim lights of the room.

thumbing your cheek lightly, he gives into your urging. "okay, fine— i love my darling shortie the most in this world. so much so that there is no one in this world who can love you as much as i do," he says in a gentle whisper, then adds— face growing that same strange smile as before— "my beloved best friend... now does that make you happy?"

the abrupt change in his tone to an oddly cheery quality as he makes his query is more than enough to give you one hell of a whiplash. you quickly sidestep it– filing the many queries it brings, away to be dealt with on a healthier day.

a brief shiver sending you press yourself closer into his comforting self, you close your eyes and mumble into the fabric of his shirt, "it makes me the happiest... thank you, 'toru. i too love you the most."

a tiny beat passes before you feel a feather-light kiss landing on your hairline— and that's the last thing you notice, before your drowsiness finally claims you, lulling you to a restful sleep in the safe embrace of your dearest 'toru.

▸ IMPORTANT NOTE: whatever u do, pls don't be as dumb as 'toru or shortie here!! if u r the one suffering from a flu or if u r the one taking care of a person who has flu, pls take the required precautions, and take care of urself and the ppl around u! love u sm!

[as a med student, it literally pained me to write these two being so stupid & careless when dealing with an illness as infectious and irritating like flu... but oh well. anything is possible in fiction, right? 🙃]

▸ masterlist

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #kit posts 📝

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mcflymemes · 9 months ago

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STAR WARS: EPISODE IV - A NEW HOPE (1977) PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

uh... everything's under control. situation normal.

this will be a day long remembered.

in my experience, there's no such thing as luck.

i have you now!

let's blow this thing and go home!

great shot, kid, that was one in a million!

look, a few minutes ago you said you didn't want to just wait here to be captured. now all you want to do is stay?

he doesn't like you.

it's a wonder you're still alive.

no reward is worth this.

i'm surprised that you had the courage to take the responsibility yourself.

the more you tighten your grip, the more star systems will slip through your fingers.

screaming about it can't help you.

i see your point.

i wonder if he really cares about anything, or anybody.

what is it? some kind of local trouble?

i have the death sentence on twelve systems.

this little one's not worth the effort.

i sense something.

should i have your ship standing by?

you don't believe in the force, do you?

i've flown from one side of the galaxy to the other. i've seen a lot of strange stuff.

there's no mystical energy field that controls my destiny.

the force will be with you, always.

how did my father die?

if there's a bright center to the universe, you're on the planet that it's furthest from.

i don't know what all this trouble is about, but i'm sure it must be your fault.

you watch your language!

we seem to be made to suffer. it's our lot in life.

either i'm going to kill her or i'm beginning to like her.

aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?

the force is strong with this one.

i fear something terrible has happened.

we had a slight weapons malfunction, but... uh. everything's perfectly all right now.

we're fine, we're all fine here now. thank you. how are you?

we're sending a squad up.

we're doomed.

it's not over yet.

i ain't in this for your revolution, and i'm not in it for you.

i expect to be well paid. i'm in it for the money.

use the force, [name].

i find your lack of faith disturbing.

this bickering is pointless.

hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side.

look, your worshipfulness, let's get one thing straight. i take orders from just one person: me.

give us a few minutes to lock it down!

who is this? what's your operating number?

[name], we're gonna have company!

you will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. we must be cautious.

let me see your identification.

you can go about your business.

move along.

my ship has fallen under attack.

this is our most desperate hour.

you're my only hope.

i've gotta get home! it's late! i'm in for it as it is!

i'm getting too old for this sort of thing.

look, i can't get involved. i've got work to do.

it's all such a long way from here.

evacuate? in our moment of triumph? i think you overestimate their chances.

we have no weapons!

you're far too trusting.

i recognized your foul stench when i was brought on board.

marching into a detention area is not what i had in mind.

that's what i'm afraid of.

this is all your fault.

i don't know who you are or where you came from, but from now on you'll do as i tell you, okay?

surely he must be dead by now.

i have something here for you.

there was nothing you could have done.

#rp meme #mcflymemes #rp memes #roleplay memes #rp prompt #roleplay prompt #rp starters #ask meme #ask memes #roleplay meme #roleplay inbox prompts #rp inbox meme #inbox prompt #inbox meme #sentence starter prompt #sentence starter #sentence starters #star wars #a new hope

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forever-rogue · 2 years ago

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Hi! so i've kinda had the worst past couple of days in a long time and I have a joel request of him just trying to cheer you up in his own grumpy old man way where its not really working but he's trying his best + maybe some Ellie enjoying how shit he is at it. Thank you :)

AN | Joel being soft for reader and only reader 🥰

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, Mention of Injury (mild, nondescript but mentions blood)

Word Count | 2.2k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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Joel Miller was a hard man. The years and circumstances had done that to him. Every year, with every little thing that had happened he'd retreated further into himself and became a shadow of himself.

But then had slowly he'd come more out of his shell, more alive again. He'd never again be the same man from before the Outbreak, but he could be happy again. It was something he'd thought was impossible but he was gradually beginning to believe was obtainable. It had all started with Ellie; he might have been her savior but he was every bit her savior as well.

And there was you. You had caused him to feel a hundred thousand emotions he thought he'd long buried and forgotten. He just wasn't quite sure how to approach that just yet. But he did what he could and tried to show his affection in his very own Joel way.

Ellie might have teased him about it, but he did his best. Even if you didn't notice, that was okay. He just wanted to make sure you were happy and to put a smile on your face.

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But right now there was no smile on your face. You'd gotten to the cafeteria and were on the hunt for some cookies. You were definitely in the midst of some pms and the cravings had hit. All you wanted now was something sweet. Your tummy had decided that it was chocolate chip cookies you were after.

Unfortunately, there weren't any to be found. You had been positive that Vickie had baked some but they were either nonexistent or already all gone. You snooped around the counter and eventually found an empty tray that had suspiciously cookie-like crumbs on it.

"Animals," you sighed softly. People always descended on sweets first. You should have gone in the morning rather than waiting for the afternoon, "not a single cookie left."

You felt prickling at the back of your eyes, which you knew, realistically, was a dramatic reaction. But hey - hormones were weird and cravings happened.

Joel happened to walk in and noticed you staring dismally at the empty counter. A deep frown was tugging on your features, setting your mouth in a pretty little pout. He loathed seeing you upset. He was at your side in an instant.

"Everything alright?"

"No - yes," you shrugged as you turned to look at him. He still managed to make you weak in the knees despite how often you'd seen him. He was handsome in a roguish way and he'd always been kind to you, "its nothing."

"Don't look like nothin'," of course he wasn't going to let it go. You knew him better than that by now, "you look upset."

"It's noth - it's silly and you're going to laugh at me," your face burned under his intense gaze; you felt so vulnerable.

"Never," and that was a promise.

"I just really wanted some chocolate chip cookies," you confessed, so quietly that he almost wasn't sure he'd heard you. Then you noticed the way the corner of his mouth twitched into a small smile, "I know it's stupid! It's just that I've got pms and it's making me want something sweet. I was looking forward to some cookies."

"Oh," you didn't have your cookies and were upset. By proxy, Joel was now upset. His brows furrowed as a heavy sigh escaped your lips, "I'm sorry they didn't have your cookies. And that you're dealing with your…monthly stuff."

"Yeah," you sighed softly, "me too. But I'll just find something else. Thanks for listening to me complain."

"It ain't complaining," he hesitantly reached over and gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze. You tried - unsuccessfully - to ignore the tingles that surged through your veins, "I'm sure you'll find something sweet."

"Thanks Joel," you offered him a small smile, "you're very kind."

You brushed past him, giving a last little parting wave as you headed outside. Joel watched you go, a plan already forming in his mind.

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It was evening before you returned home, deciding that it was time for a hot shower and then into bed with a book. You were starting to feel crummy and hoped this would help.

But when you got home, you were greeted by a delicious smell that made you stop in your tracks. You hadn't cooked or baked anything…you'd guard went up as you walked into the kitchen.

On the table there was a huge, fresh plate of cookies. You couldn't hold back your squeal of delight as you padded over to them and eagerly grabbed one and stuffed it into your mouth. The idea that it could have been a trap hadn't even crossed your kind.

There was no note or anything, but you knew exactly who these were from.

Joel Miller.

Your heart felt it could burst from sheer happiness. You were going to find later and thank him; this was one of the nicest things anyone had done for you in a long time.

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It had been a few weeks since Joel had made you cookies. You still hadn't managed to properly thank him; every time you saw him he appeared to be busy or disappeared within the blink of an eye.

One day you'd do something special for him.

That day just wasn't going to be today. You were leaving the sheepish enclosure after feeding the small herd, as it was your designated day to do so. You'd been so preoccupied with playing with them that you weren't paying much attention to the closing of the gate.

Not until you have a piece of rogue wire scrape down your arm. A sound of surprise escaped your lips as you looked at your arm to find it bleeding.

"Oh," you stared at it until you heard a pair of hasty footsteps stop in front of you.

"What happened?" you looked up to find Joel watching you with concern etched all over his face. He reached for your wrist, hesitantly at first but when you didn't flinch away, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and gently pulled your arm towards him, "you're bleeding."

"I scratched my arm," you looked towards the fence, as though realization suddenly dawned on you. You swore that your arm started to hurt even more, "it hurts."

"I know baby, I know," he didn't seem to have a clue as to what he had said but it was definitely not lost on you. You watched him intently, unable to contain the wild thumping of your heart as he looked you over, "let's go and this cleaned up, okay?"

"Okay," you agreed softly, trying to hold back your sniffles, "okay."

He reached for your hand on the opposite arm and tenderly took it in his hand, leading you over to his place. You'd been to his house before on several occasions but something about this felt so different.

Joel was quiet as he took you upstairs to the bathroom, motioning for you to sit on the side of the tub. He made quick work of getting all his supplies together and then patching up your wound. Not that it was much, it probably looked worse than it really was, but you appreciated him nonetheless.

"It might sting a little, okay?" He grabbed the alcohol and started to clean the scratch and you tried not to hiss at the pain but you knew it was written all over your face, "almost done. It'll feel better soon."

You nodded in understanding as he dabbed some ointment onto your arm before wrapping the wound up so it would stay clean. It was over before you knew it and you were almost sad that it was done. That meant his hands weren't going to be on yours anymore.

He patted your knee when he was done and stood back up. You looked at him with such wide, soft eyes that Joel had struggled to hold back from kissing you. Damn.

"Thank you," your voice was soft and all he could manage in response was a nod of his head. It was then that you had remembered you still had something else to thank him for, "oh! Before I forget - thank you for the cookies. They were delicious."

"H-how did you know it was me?" his cheeks flushed pink as you beamed at him.

"It wasn't hard to put two and two together," you insisted, "I complained about not having cookies and suddenly there's a plate waiting at home? Come on, Joel. You made that almost too easy! But they were also delicious."

"I'm glad you liked them," he whispered softly, "and I'm glad your arm is okay."

"Me too," you smiled up at him, "all thanks to you, Joel Miller."

He couldn't find it within himself to muster up even a single word, too afraid he might spill his innermost secrets. Instead he brushed his knuckles along your cheek ever so gently.

He didn't have to say anything, not really. Everything between the two of you was loud and clear.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You hadn't been sick in a long time and realized it wasn't something you missed. When it came around, you were really down and out.

Like right now. You caught something but from who or what you had no clue.

You did know however that you felt and looked like absolute garbage and had no energy either. So you did all that you could - stay in bed and rest.

But you were hungry and thirsty but didn't have it within yourself to actually get up to take care of yourself.

When you heard someone knocking at the door all you managed to do was shout in response, "its open!"

A moment passed before the door was actually opened and you heard a pair of tentative footsteps. You listened to their path until they stopped in front of your bedroom.

You rolled onto your back and looked up, finding Joel standing there and holding several bags of supplies. He hated seeing you like this; you hated him seeing you like this too.

"What're you doing here?" you asked softly as he cleared his throat nervously, "Joel?"

"Maria told me you weren't feeling well," he said gruffly, "I came to take care of you."

"'m sick," you coughed lightly as he grimaced, "don't want you to get sick too."

"I don't care," he insisted in a tone that suggested it was pointless to argue, "I'm here to take care of you. You realize I'm not just leaving, right?"

"Of course I do," you sat up as he hesitantly came over and sat at the edge of your bed, "you're a stubborn man, Joel Miller."

"I've heard that a time or two," he snorted in amusement, "and much, much worse."

"Hmm," you laughed lightly as you leaned against your pillows, "what if you get sick?"

"I won't."

"If you did," you pressed further, "would you let me take care of you?"

He paused for a moment before nodding. He knew that you were just as stubborn as him, "I would."

"Good," you paused for a moment before a serious look crossed your features, "can I ask you something, Joel?"

"Anything," he insisted softly, his voice dropping to a tone that seemed to be reserved just for you.

"You’re always so nice to me,” you tried to ignore the fact that warmth was rising in your face, enough that you were sure you could fry an egg on it, “but…”

“But…” he echoed, reaching over and brushing your hair out of your face before feeling your forehead, “but what?”

“It’s me,” you waved your hand around, “you’re always like this with me. But not anyone else. I don’t think so anyway.”

“You’re right,” he confirmed, his simple and sure answer coughing your brain to scramble, “the kid keeps saying I’m sweet on you. She’s not wrong.”

“Oh,” you hadn’t quite processed the weight of his words…not until, “oh.”

“Mhmm,” Joel didn’t necessarily have a way with words, but he didn’t need to when his actions spoke so loudly. You smiled at him and he felt like he was the one that was going to melt into a puddle, “have you eaten?”

“No,” you admitted sheepishly, “too tired.”

“Well then,” he stood up, hands on his hips, “I’ll go and make some soup. Okay?”

“Okay,” yeah. You could definitely get used to this. He grabbed the bags with groceries and supplies before turning to head to the kitchen. But you could let him go just yet, “Joel?”

He turned around and raised an eyebrow, “yes?”

“Me too,” you was the only thing you could get out. Judging from the way his face lit up, you knew he knew what you were trying to say.

“I’ll be back,” he promised, “get some rest in the meantime.”

“Okay.”

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #pedro pascal #tlou #tlou hbo #the last of us

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CAPTAIN HEART

Ollie Bearman X player!fem!reader

Summary: When the GP is in Australia, Oscar and Lily drag their friends to watch their best friend's handball game, Ollie is initially not so excited, but as soon as he sees the team captain enter the court, things start to get interesting.

Words: 6.5K+

Warnings: Female reader (always in my stories), lots of mention of handball game, Ollie a bit boring at the beginning haha, cute (??), extroverted protagonist (LIKE, VERY), swear words, Blood, bruise on the nose.

Author: English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes that may be there. And then, I love handball, I was a player for about 6 years and then I had to stop the day I had an injury and almost broke my foot, so, yeah, I needed to write this to make up for the lack of a game. 😭

MASTERLIST

CHAPTERS: CAPTAIN HEART

Thursday, Melbourne. One day before Formula 1 practice began for Sunday's Grand Prix. Oscar and Lily were excited that race day had finally arrived in Australia, and since the drivers had arrived a day before it all started, they were given the day off by the teams.

Y/n had told her best friend that her team's next game would be almost on the weekend of the GP and in Melbourne, Lily excitedly told Oscar and asked him to invite some of his F1 friends to go with them to watch her best friend's handball game - theirs in fact -

Lily met Y/n in kindergarten and Oscar was her neighbor before he moved away to run. They spent every year and last year of school together.

And let's say Y/n was also the cupid to bring these two together.

Now, Oscar, Lily, Kimi, Lando and Ollie were arriving at the game's gym. Everyone was excited. Well, except Ollie, he hadn't said he was going, but he also didn't refuse the offer to leave the hotel room. Let's just say he was quiet, without any expression of excitement, unlike the other pilots and the excited Lily of the group. who was the most excited person

"Do you remember when Y/n scored that goal in the school championship?" Lily commented, laughing. "She dragged us to the court for a week, forcing me to practice passing with her!" Piastri's girlfriend tells one of Y/n's stories to the three pilots who came together, as they walked through the parking lot to get to the gym.

"I've never seen Lily so excited!" Lando comments, making them laugh. And Ollie just smirks. "She's always so quiet in the F1 pits."

Ollie really didn't expect that those hours he would spend on a court, watching a game he didn't know the rules for, would change his life. But it would, it really would. And for the better.

"You ain't seen nothing yet!" Oscar chuckles, hugging his girlfriend sideways as they enter the gym.

Ollie adjusted his cap for the third time since they left the hotel. He hadn't said a word since they got in the car. Lando nudged Oscar with a small smile, but Oscar just shook his head with a smile, as if to say 'leave him alone'.

Lily, as her best friend's number one fan, kindly asked the drivers to wear an accessory that matched the color of her team's uniform. She was the one who took it the most seriously, wearing a pink dress that was exactly the color of her best friend's uniform and white sneakers.

The gym was packed, filled with fans wearing the team colors. Banners hung on the walls extolling the team names and the sound of chatter and cheering laughter created a constant buzz. DJ Agostino's 'Another Way' played over the courtside speakers before the game actually started.

Lily and the group stopped as soon as they entered, looking around to try to locate five free seats which seemed like a mission. The sea of people made the task more complicated than it seemed.

"This is more crowded than the Monaco paddock!!" Lando says loudly so his voice can be heard above the sound, as he looks at the stands.

Ollie adjusts the white cap he was wearing, as he looks at all the crowd. "Wow!" He whispers, scared by so many people. He didn't expect so many people to come.

Kimi looks at him and just smiles, before looking back down at the court.

Downstairs, the teams were already on the court warming up. Y/n's team wore a gradient uniform that went from pink to purple, vibrant and striking under the gym lights. The opposing team, in dark green, was also focused.

"Hey, I found five spots!!" Lily says loudly, dragging Oscar by the hand and the rest following behind.

"Has the game started yet?" Kimi asks curiously, watching the teams on the court warming up. He definitely doesn't know much about this sport.

"No," Oscar says gently. "Lily wouldn't let us be late to Y/n's game."

Y/n. Ollie repeated the name in his head. First time he had heard the name of 'Lily's friend who plays handball'. It was a beautiful name, he thought.

They laugh at Piastri's comment.

The seats Lily had gotten were high up, but above the teams' bench and where the coaches sat. A great view of the game.

"Hey Lily, do I still have a chance with Y/n?" Lando asks smiling, leaning in to see Oscar's girlfriend's face. While Oscar himself laughed at Norris's question.

His question also caught Ollie's attention. He didn't know the girl and he wasn't really interested in going to that game either, but the boredom of staying at the hotel wasn't an option. Bearman leaned in, trying to hear Lily's answer.

The question made Lily laugh out loud, catching the attention of some people around, but they paid no attention. "Lando, do you remember what happened the last time you tried that? She was so polite in refusing, it almost made me feel sorry for you."

Lando just shrugged, laughing. "I like to think she was having a rough day."

Ollie leaned back in the chair next to Lando, feeling his heart beat slower than it had before Lily's answer.

"Which one is the famous Y/n?" Kimi asks, looking at both teams.

"That one with her hands on her hips. Tall with the bracelet on her left arm" Lando points and Kimi spots it.

"Oh, right!" He says gently, leaning back in his chair.

Ollie took the opportunity to take a look too. And wow, what a breathtaking girl!! It was nothing like he imagined, it was trillions of times more charming than normal.

Y/n was in the center of the court, with her hair tied in two symmetrical braids and her uniform impeccable. She wore a captain's bracelet on her right arm, standing out from the rest of the team, her white socks were lined up below her knees, combined with her white Asics too, she wore black shorts and the team's shirt. From pink to goho.

Ollie understood Lily's excitement. The girl downstairs was definitely worth sitting there for an hour watching the game.

At that moment, she was talking to a teammate, while other players were stretching and exchanging passes. She was pointing at something on the floor of the court, while making signs back and forth, as if she were simulating something.

"Is she Italian? She gestures her hands a lot while she talks" Kimi jokes, making them laugh. Even Ollie, who was now enjoying the idea of being there.

"No, she's Australian. But I think her grandparents came from Italy," Lily says smiling.

"It's explained" Kimi said.

With that, turning their gaze to the court, they see the goalkeeper of Y/n's team throwing a ball at her, catching her off guard.

But Y/n caught the ball and bounced it on the ground with precision, each movement coordinated and graceful. When she started running, it was as if her feet barely touched the ground, and the final throw was so fast and strong that even the net seemed to struggle to keep the ball in the goal. Ollie was amazed. He knew pilots needed quick reflexes, but this... this was on another level.

Lily clapped happily, while Oscar did the same for his friend, but not as excitedly as his girlfriend.

Ollie's eyes widen as the ball goes over the net. He looks at his F1 teammates. "Wow, what kind of power is that?" He says.

Lando discreetly looks at Oscar and wiggles his eyebrows up and down, Oscar holds back a laugh. It seems Bearman became interested in the game as soon as he saw Y/n.

"Did you see?" Lily says excitedly. "Modesty aside. But she's the best of both teams!" She gestures with her hands and they laugh at the blonde girl's excitement.

When Ollie looks back at the court, the player is thanking a fan of the opposing team who got the ball for her.

She bounced the ball on the ground as she walked around the court and looked at the stands, when she saw Lily and the boys there, she smiled sweetly and waved at them. Lily, Oscar and Lando who knew her, waved and smiled in return, while Kimi smiled gently and Ollie was paralyzed.

Bearman was silent, his eyes fixed on Y/n. As if, at that moment, something had changed inside him. He found himself completely captured by her, without knowing exactly how or why.

Y/n points to her shirt, and then to them, making a heart. Which of course, was directed at her best friend in the stands, as if to say she liked the idea of them wearing her team's colors.

Oscar was wearing a dark pink t-shirt and black pants, Lily, as mentioned, was wearing a pink and white dress, Lando had nothing, so he bought a pair of pink party glasses and some purple carnival scarves that were around his neck. Kimi had coincidentally brought a pair of baby pink denim shorts for the trip and wore them. Bearman, on the other hand, was wearing neutral clothes, but he was wearing sneakers with purple and pink details.

Now, he really wished he had come with more of her team colors. He felt captured.

When Y/n looked in Ollie's direction, he felt his heart beat faster, as if that second had lasted an eternity. Her smile completely disarmed him, and when she turned back to the team, he continued to stare, as if he couldn't look away.

The whistle blew loudly, echoing throughout the gym, signaling that the warm-up was over. The two teams gathered on their respective benches to organize themselves for the game.

Y/n, with the captain's bracelet firmly on her arm, walked towards the technician, who was next to the bench with the clipboard in her hands.

They chatted quickly, with Y/n nodding positively, while the girl applied a game-specific glue to her fingertips.

"What's that thing she put on her fingers?" Ollie asks, looking to Lily for answers.

"Handball glue. To help you hold the ball better in your hands." She says and he nods. "It's really hard to get off afterwards. Personal experience." Lily laughs.

"There was this one time I accidentally passed in gym class in high school and it stuck to my clothes. I had to soak my shirt for like two weeks," Oscar says and they laugh.

Down below, Y/n smiled at something the technician said. It was a smile full of confidence, the kind of smile that made it clear she knew exactly what needed to be done.

Y/n's team was a few points ahead in the championship, but they needed to win this game to qualify for the finals.

The captain returned to the group, leading a synchronized clap with the team, clapping her hands in the center of the circle while cheering happily. The fans of their team cheered loudly. Since the game was at home, Y/n's team had more fans present and the gym was more pink than the green of the opponents.

Lily screamed loudly, standing up and clapping her hands. Oscar smiles and claps, while Lando blows a horn, getting their attention.

"Where did you get it from?" Lily asks excitedly.

"I brought it. And two!!" Lando smiles and Lily takes one and starts blowing. Oscar laughs at his girlfriend's excited manner.

The two teams headed to the center of the court for their initial handshakes. Y/n was the first in line, extending her hand with a confident smile to the opposing players, while the rest of the team followed suit. The energy on the court was electric.

As Y/n's team took up position, she took her place in the center, ball in hand. The whistle blew again, and the game began. With a quick pass to the sideline, she moved nimbly, calculating each move. The opposing team formed a solid barrier in defense, but Y/n's team seemed ready to break it right away.

In the stands, the tension and excitement were palpable. Lily was now sitting up straight in her chair watching the game.

"She loves it, doesn't she?" Oscar commented, watching his best friend run down the court.

"Absolutely!" Lily replied, her eyes still fixed on the player. "Y/n was born to be there. Did you see how she lit up when the team cheered along with her? That's her place."

"I didn't think handball was such an exciting and tense game," Kimi comments, watching the game with a smile.

Lando agrees.

Ollie, on the other hand, was quieter. He barely blinked as he followed Y/n's every move. It was fascinating to watch the way she moved with determination, as if the court was an extension of herself. With every pass, every shot, she commanded the team with a presence that left no doubt that she was the leader there.

He couldn't stop smiling when she fought with a teammate, when they missed a pass to her. Y/n was definitely the stressed one on the court.

When Y/n opened the scoring with the first goal - a shot into the right corner of the net, the gym erupted in cheers and applause. Lily screamed so loudly that it made Lando and Oscar laugh.

The opposing team tried to reorganize, but the pressure Y/n put on the defense seemed unbreakable.

Kimi clapped her hands and Ollie, without realizing it, smiled along. It was impossible not to be infected by the energy.

"She's amazing, isn't she?" Lily asked to no one in particular, still clapping her hands.

"Amazing is an understatement," Ollie replied quietly, but loud enough for Lando to hear.

"You're more involved than I thought you would be," Lando commented, with a smirk.

Ollie shook his head, trying to hide it. "I just... I've never seen anything like it. It's impressive."

Lando waggles his eyebrows and smiles, turning to watch the game.

With each point scored by Y/n's team, the stands cheered, and Lily almost fell out of her seat with excitement. Even Oscar, usually more restrained, celebrated with applause and shouts. Lando was already completely in the mood, shouting along with the fans, while Kimi watched everything with a discreet smile.

Ollie, however, seemed trapped in a trance, barely noticing the passing of time. He didn't know exactly what was happening, but one thing was clear: that girl on the court had captured his attention in a way he never imagined. And he knew that this afternoon wouldn't just be about watching a game; it was the beginning of something much bigger.

The whistle blew after 20 minutes, signaling that the first half was over. The referee collects the ball and the players walk to their team benches.

Y/n, apparently very tired, leans on her knees in the middle of the court and sighs deeply, standing up and looking at the scoreboard. Her team was three goals ahead, but Y/n knew that they were capable of increasing that difference.

One of her teammates walks past Y/n and puts a hand on her back, smiling and saying something.

Y/n walked over to the team's bench, below where the group was sitting. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, while listening to the coach strategizing with the group and opened a bottle. When she put it in her mouth, she noticed that the bottle was empty.

She looks around, looking for any full ones. But they were all empty. Y/n turns to the bleachers and walks a few steps until she stands on the net and looks at Lily.

The player shakes the bottle upside down and shouts, "Water!!" As if asking if Lily had any.

Lily understood and then began to search through the backpack that Oscar had brought, and found a full and cold bottle. Before she could get up and hand it to her best friend, Lando leaned over and held his arm for Lily to sit down. Oscar and the girl frowned in confusion.

Y/n wasn't looking, she was focused on the coach's speeches, while holding the net and leaning on the bars.

"Wait, sit down. Let Ollie take it."

Lily frowned. "Why?"

Oscar, curious, also asked: "Yeah, why him?"

Lando looked towards Ollie, who was talking calmly with Kimi, and smiled mischievously.

"Did you see how he was watching the game? He barely blinked. And we could tell at first how he didn't want to be here. I'm pretty sure he finds Y/n attractive, to be so focused on the game that he didn't want to come. And now I want to see how he'll react having his first contact with her." Lando explains and Oscar raises his eyebrows liking the idea.

Piastri and Lily exchanged glances, holding back their laughter, and soon agreed.

"Okay, that makes sense. Let's see how he does," Oscar said, trying not to laugh out loud.

"That's it then. Let's put the boy on the front lines." Lily joked, handing the bottle to Lando.

Lando leaned over to Ollie and got his attention. "Hey, Ollie, do me a favor? Take this water down to Yin."

Ollie looked at the bottle in confusion and then at Lando. "Me?"

"Yes, you're closer to the stairs and she's asking. Go there," Oscar encouraged, nodding in Y/n's direction.

With that, Y/n turns to see if Lily was bringing the water, but she only sees Lando pass the bottle to a tall, dark-haired boy who was with them and who was closer to the stairs. The one she had found attractive as soon as she saw the group sit on the bleachers.

Ollie grabbed the bottle and started down the stairs. His heart beat faster with each step, and he tried to appear as calm as possible, but he could feel the eyes of the group all on his back.

Meanwhile, the group upstairs told Kimi about their plan, who smiled lovingly at the idea. She knew Bearman well enough to know when he was into someone. He told the group this, and they smiled victoriously.

Now Y/n just had to get interested too. Lily would be in the know about that.

Y/n, who was still holding the net and leaning against the iron that separated the stands, noticed Ollie approaching. When she saw him with the bottle in his hand, she gave him a warm smile, adjusting her posture to welcome him.

"Thank you! You saved my life," Y/n said with a smile, and Ollie noticed how soft but sure her voice was, something he hadn't noticed while watching her play.

Ollie felt his face heat up. Her smile was even more beautiful up close, and he couldn't help but smile a little as he said, "No problem. Good game, by the way. You're killing it out there."

"Thanks! There's still a lot of play left, but we'll try," Y/n replied with a confident smile, opening the bottle and taking a sip. "I like your sneakers," she commented, pointing with her chin. "They match the team colors." Y/n smiled and handed the now empty bottle back to him.

He smiles and looks at his feet. "Yeah, Lily came up with the idea of coming in team colors. I didn't have anything pink or purple in my closet, but my sneakers saved it" Ollie laughs and Y/n smiles, before saying goodbye with a wave and returning to the room. team.

As he walked up the stairs, he tried to hide his smile, but he couldn't.

"What's up?" Lando asked as soon as Ollie returned to his seat.

He can't hide his smile and the group notices. "She's... nice" he smiles and walks past them, until he sits back down in the chair he was in.

"Nice?" Kimi laughed, crossing her arms. "From the way you came back, it looks like she proposed to you."

Meanwhile, on the court, Y/n looked up at the stands and saw the whole group laughing. She smiled to herself, shaking her head, wondering if they had something to do with it.

"Yeah, he really did come back with a silly smile on his face," Lily says, giggling.

"Didn't I tell you?" Lando smiles and spreads his hands.

"We should get them together," Oscar gives the idea. "Y/n is still single, right?"

Lily nods, liking the idea.

"And if it's not, we'll find a way!" Lando comments and they laugh, soon hearing the second half whistle.

Kimi, who had been watching everything, let out a small laugh. "You guys are terrible... but this will be fun to watch."

The second half began with Y/n's team dominating the court. The movement was intense, with fast and precise plays. Y/n seemed to be in tune with the team, leading most of the attacks.

But one thing was for sure, Y/n could be kind off the court, but on the court, she didn't take insults.

"DO YOU WANT TO TAKE ME WITH YOU?" Y/n shouts at a player from the rival team, when the opponent scores a goal and the girl bumps into the captain.

A teammate pulls Y/n away so she doesn't fight, while the group in the stands smiles at the girl's stress.

Goals came frequently, and the fans reacted to each point won and Y/n's team had increased their goal advantage.

"Did you see her control on that play? It was incredible," Oscar commented, impressed.

"No wonder she's the star of the team," Lily added with a proud smile, but already noticing Y/n's intense pace.

Ollie made a few comments, but was quiet, now with a smile on his face. Looking forward to watching all her games from now on.

A few minutes later, halfway through the second half, the score was 34-30, somehow the dark green team had managed to catch their breath and score goals, making Y/n's team a little shaken, but not giving up.

Y/n's team was on the counterattack, and the girl was free near the opponent's goal, asking for the ball so she could score. She received a high and quick pass. But, before she could react, the ball came with force and hit her face directly.

The impact was strong. Y/n fell to the ground, holding her face with both hands, while the entire court went silent.

"Holy crap, is she okay?!" Lando stood up immediately, worried.

Oscar leaned forward worriedly, trying to get a better look. "It looks like it was strong... Very strong."

Ollie stood frozen, the expression of concern clear on his face. "She's on the ground. Why isn't anyone coming to help?!"

On the court, Y/n's teammates quickly surrounded her. The coach ran to check, and the referee stopped the game.

Y/n sat down on the floor, removing her hand from her face and blood began to run from her nose. As she had both hands on her face, the blood spread and stained her entire face red.

"Oh no..." Lily mumbled, bringing her hand to her mouth. "It's bleeding."

Ollie felt his stomach churn as he saw all that blood dripping from Y/n's face.

Oscar leaned back in his chair, placing both hands on his head as he watched Y/n's teammates help her.

Despite the blood and obvious pain, Y/n started to get up and ask for the ball, as it had been a foul too. The coach and referee insisted that she leave the court, but she shook her head.

"I'm fine, it's just bleeding," she says, accepting the towel the coach hands her. The group can hear Y/n's voice in the stands.

"She can't go on, it was a blow to the head" Ollie says looking at his friends, worried.

They agree.

"You need to come off," the referee warned.

"I'll be back in a minute," she snapped, running to the side of the court.

"But..." the referee tried to speak again.

"You can go on, I'll be back in five minutes at the most," she argues, running with her head held high to the team bench, so as not to end up dripping blood across the court.

Lily yelled from the stands, "Are you okay?!"

Y/n turned around, giving a confident thumbs-up, though the handkerchief over her blood-soaked nose said otherwise. "I'm fine! I'll be back playing in a bit!"

The game resumes, now with Y/n lying on the bench while the technician quickly bandaged her nose and stopped the bleeding. They heard the older woman tell Y/n to stay on the bench for these last few minutes, but the girl refused every time.

"She can't play again, that was dangerous. She should rest," Oscar says, watching his friend sit on the bench with her face covered in dried blood. "She must be in pain!"

"Or not..." Kimi says and they look at the Italian. "Maybe the adrenaline in the body doesn't let the pain come, just the blood. She was running too much."

"She's crazy," Lily shakes her head, watching Y/n stand up with the bandage on her nose and walk to the edge of the court, waiting to enter. "But that's why we love her."

Ollie smiles looking at the girl on the court.

She enters the court again, soon receiving a pass and shooting at the goal. Making the crowd scream happily again.

"I don't know how she's still playing after that," Lando commented, visibly impressed, grimacing just imagining the pain her nose would feel afterwards.

Oscar and Lily look towards Ollie, who had a worried look on his face and followed Y/n wherever she ran. They exchange an amused look and nudge Kimi and Lando, pointing with their chins at the Brit.

Lando smiles: "Go on, give her a shout of encouragement. Show her you're rooting for her." The McLaren driver elbows his friend.

"What? No!" Ollie says quickly, making the group laugh.

Meanwhile, Y/n came back with the same energy as before, scoring another point and making the crowd scream. She was determined to show that she wouldn't let anything get her down.

Lily, however, whispered to Oscar, "She pretends to be fine, but I know she'll feel it later."

Oscar nodded. "And when she does, we'll have to hold her tight, because the pain is going to be terrible!"

Lily nods in agreement.

The final whistle blew and the scoreboard showed 46-36. Y/n's team had won, securing their place in the long-awaited final. The court erupted in cheers and applause. Y/n raised her arms and screamed with happiness along with the team, but the effort made the bandage on her nose start to spurt blood again.

In the stands, the group became instantly worried, stopping breathing for a few seconds.

"She's bleeding again!" Ollie exclaimed.

"My God, that girl just won't stop!" Lily commented, shaking her head, though her tone was more relieved than critical.

But Y/n just laughed as she pressed her shirt to her nose and hugged her teammates, celebrating with them.

Ollie sighed, feeling the weight of worry lift from his shoulders. He leaned back in his seat, relieved to see her okay. However, a pang of sadness hit him when he realized the game was over. He wanted to watch more, wanted to keep seeing Y/n in that contagious energy, dominating the court.

Which was strange, since he had zero desire to be there at first. He felt something change, as soon as Y/n looked at him for the first time.

"Well, that was exciting, and a little... bloody..." Oscar commented, making them laugh. He looked at Kimi and Ollie, with a curious smile. "So, what did you guys think of this handball experience?"

Kimi smiled excitedly: "It was my first time watching a match. I must say it's as exciting as Formula 1" he says laughing.

Ollie, on the other hand, took a moment to respond. He stared at the court, his eyes fixed on Y/n, who was still celebrating. "Yeah... She's amazing. You can tell she loves what she does. Not only does she play well, but she makes it look easy. It's hard not to be in awe." He looked at the group, who were all smiling mischievously. "I mean, the game!! The game is amazing!!"

"Ah, you really are 'in awe', huh?" Kimi teased, her tone casual.

Ollie blushed slightly, looking away. "I'm just telling the truth."

Lily stood up, still laughing. "Okay, let's wait for her outside. She'll want to come back with us, for sure."

As soon as Lily mentioned Y/n coming back with them, Ollie felt his heart race in a way he didn't fully understand. He stood up with the group, but his thoughts were stuck on what it would be like to see her outside the court, in their midst. He tried to control his nervousness, but his steps were a little slower than normal.

Taking one last look at the court, he saw Y/n looking at him. She waves her hand and tries to smile, but the cloth on her face gets in the way. Ollie laughs and waves back.

They walked out of the gym, leaving behind the heat and the muffled sound of the crowd. Outside, the air was cool, with a late afternoon breeze. The sky was tinged with orange from the sunset.

Lily looked around as they walked to the car they had come in. "I don't think she'll be long. She must be cleaning all that blood off her face." Lily shivered, but she didn't know if it was from the cold or from remembering that blood dripping from her best friend's face. "It gives me the creeps."

Ollie was silent, walking next to Kimi with his hands in his pants pocket, while looking at all the doors the gym had, as if Y/n would suddenly appear.

The group was gathered in a circle near the car, laughing and talking about the game. Lily excitedly recalled Yin's final goal, while Oscar made exaggerated gestures to show how lost the opposing goalkeeper looked. Kimi talked about how much she had enjoyed watching the game, and Lando glanced sideways at Ollie, who was leaning against the car with his arms crossed and glancing at the gym door every 10 seconds.

When Ollie finally became interested in the conversation and made comments, the door to the gym locker room opens, making the group fall silent and look in the same direction at the same time.

The rival team left the gym, some with backpacks on their backs, others looking at the floor and some drinking water and complaining.

"Those ones are feeling the weight of defeat," Oscar commented in a carefree tone.

"Oh, they weren't that bad," Lily tried to be diplomatic.

"They lost by 10 goals, it wasn't much" Kimi says sarcastically and the group laughs.

"Are you defending the other team now, Lily? I'll tell Y/n," Lando said, drawing more laughter.

They turned to the circle and continued to talk while they waited for their friend, Ollie however, was looking more closely at the door, now not even hiding it anymore.

The group only notices when they talk to him and he doesn't respond.

"Relax, man. She's not going to evaporate," Kimi commented, crossing her arms and giving Ollie an amused look. "Or do you think she escaped through the back exit?"

"You're insufferable," Ollie grumbled, but he couldn't help but smile slightly.

They laughed, now with Ollie bringing up a topic to distract the group so they wouldn't make any more provocative comments about Y/n.

A few minutes passed, and the door finally opened again. This time, laughter and excited voices filled the air.

Y/n's team left, celebrating enthusiastically, some walking in the opposite direction of the group. Some danced to the sound of music coming from a speaker, carried by one of the players.

Ollie scanned the room with his gaze, trying to locate Y/n. The girl appeared among the last, talking animatedly with a classmate and laughing at something one of them had said. Bearman felt his heart skip a beat inside his ribcage.

She was wearing shorts, flip-flops, and athletic socks, holding her sneakers in her hands. Her blouse was slung over her shoulder, and she was wearing only a black tank top, which showed the light sheen of sweat on her skin. Her hair was messy in its braids, but that only made her more charming. The new bandage on her nose seemed almost insignificant compared to the sparkle in her eyes and the smile that lit up her face.

"Someone help Ollie, he's not breathing!" Kimi taunts, lightly patting his friend's back.

The other three laugh loudly, catching Y/n's attention.

The player felt her heart warm when she saw her friends gathered outside, waiting for her. Even though she was exhausted, the smile on her face grew even bigger.

"He looks like a teenager seeing his crush for the first time," Lando added, looking at Ollie.

"Come on, Romeo. Get the courage to talk to your Juliet before she realizes you're freaking out internally!" Oscar laughs.

"You guys stop. He's almost dying and you're teasing him," Lily scolds, but smiles.

With that, Y/n said goodbye to her teammates and chatted quickly with the coach, before packing her backpack on her back and turning to the group.

"I told you he'd blush the second she walked out the door. Pay me ten bucks, Oscar," Lando commented quietly, nudging his friend.

"I didn't bet anything!" Oscar retorted, laughing.

When she sees the group, Y/n lets out an excited scream and starts running towards Lily, who was running towards her too, the two join in a hug. With Lily saying how amazing the game was and asking if she was okay.

Oscar also approaches and congratulates his best friend, giving her a hug and asking about her injury.

"Now will you please be quiet and recover from your injury?!" He says, slapping her shoulder and she laughs, with Lily beside her smiling too.

Y/n smiles, as her eyes fall on Lando and the other two pilots she hadn't met yet.

Lando stepped forward, opening his arms as if expecting a hug. "Well, I deserve a hug for supporting you emotionally from the beginning to the end of this match, don't I?"

Y/n put her hands on her hips and arched an eyebrow, laughing. "You're insistent, aren't you?" She laughs. "Come here, Norris" she opens the hug and he congratulates her on the game.

"I'm really a guy who goes after things," Lando says and Y/n rolls her eyes exaggeratedly, while she and the group laugh.

"Ok, prince charming!"

Then she looked at the two other pilots, she smiles friendly and comes closer to them. "Hey, I'm just going to put my shirt on before I greet you guys, okay? So you don't think I'm trying to impress you or anything." She laughs awkwardly and takes the shirt off her shoulder and puts it on.

Lily helps her by holding her sneakers and backpack.

Kimi smiled, shaking her head. "Impressed? You just played the second half with a bloody nose. That's impressive enough!"

Adjusting the pink shirt on her body – that was now red from the blood, she looked at them again and pointed to the piece. "Oh, and you don't mind hugging me with my dried blood here, do you? I promise it's just a little."

Kimi laughed. "I'm Kimi Antonelli, Mercedes driver. And congratulations on the game and the classification!" He greeted with an outstretched hand and then a hug.

"Nice to meet you, Y/n!" She smiles, pulling out of the hug. "And thank you."

Then she turned to Ollie, who was standing a little further to the side, trying to look relaxed but clearly nervous. Y/n smiled at him, tilting her head slightly. "Hey, the water boy who saved me at break

Ollie smiles and extends his hand. “Myself,” he chuckles and the two shake hands. As Y/n pulls him into a hug, she smells his subtle scent, and as she pulls away, she notices he’s still smiling, but there’s something different in his eyes. “Ollie Bearman, nice to meet you!”

There was something about her smile that felt different, softer, and her gaze held his for a little longer than usual.

Y/n was outgoing and known for getting along with everyone who crossed her path, she was always so friendly and calm. But there was something about Ollie that touched her, making the player a little shy.

"Nice to meet you, Y/n!" She smiles. "And sorry guys, I'm a little sticky from hugging you guys!" Y/n looks around the group quickly.

They gesture with their hand as if it were nothing.

"That was a great game," Ollie gestured with his hands, while Y/n was still in front of him. "It's impressive to see someone playing with that much intensity."

Y/n smiles shyly, taking a step back. She was actually quite close to the British pilot, the group noticed and exchanged mischievous glances with each other.

"Thank you." Y/n smiles, but her smile falters when she feels the pain coming from her nose. She places her hand over the bandage, but smiles again. "And thank you for coming to watch, even if the game was a little bloody."

The group laughs.

Before either of them could say anything else, Oscar said, "I know the couple's conversation is good, but..."

Ollie and Y/n raise their heads together and widen their eyes at Piastri. They were unprepared to receive that comment. The group noticed and held back their laughter.

"We could go out and celebrate. Lily and I know a really good pizza place nearby," Oscar finishes and the group's eyes light up.

"Great idea!" Lando says, now taking off the pink glasses he was wearing.

"That's fine by me." Kimi smiles and raises her arms.

Ollie also agrees and then the group's eyes fall on Y/n, who was a little quiet with her hand on her nose. Their eyes crinkle, worried.

Y/n smiles a little and puts her hand on Ollie's shoulder, who was closer to her. Bearman thinking she was about to faint, puts his hand on top of her.

"I think this is a great idea! But... can we go to the hospital first? I think my nose needs stitches." She takes her hand away from her face and they see the blood coming out again.

Ollie is visibly nervous, but also fascinated by her, and his body language gives away that he is impressed and attracted.

They widen their eyes.

"Oh my God. There's still this, right, come on, come on!" Oscar says worriedly and everyone starts to get into the car.

"Let's forget about pizza for a moment." Ollie holds the player's shoulders as she gets into the car.

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