#but not at shipping a 18+ oc and a 15 year old ??
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delightfuldevin · 8 months ago
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Thinkin’ about my pre-accident appearances,, My dragon form (from Sonic and MLP) is the most different, with normal eyes as well as different colored wings and ears. My human form didn’t change too drastically, with mostly just my eye changing
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astarionbae · 2 years ago
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imagine messaging someone and saying that a canon character in a popular tv show isn’t gay to be paired with a teenage oc and instead suggests to pair the said teenage oc with a canon character from the same show that is literally a child 
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justagalwhowrites · 1 year ago
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So this may be awkward but I saw your dbf fic and thought what about best friend's dad? Obviously it would either have to be a no outbreak au where Sarah is in her 20s or several years after the show when Ellie is an adult. Maybe the oc is a few years older than Ellie or Sarah or whichever you choose. Maybe I just haven't read enough TLOU smut but this is one I haven't seen and I would love to read something like this!
OMG Hi bestie!
So THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT WITH THIS??? You sent this in FOREVER ago but I've been so hung up on Lavender and Beskar Doll I just didn't get around to this.
Anyway, HERE'S THE ASK FINALLY! I hope you like it!
UPDATE A/N: This is now a full series (has been for a while but I just realized I never linked to the master list from here.) If you'd like to read more, you can find it here.
New in Town
When you move to Austin for work, your best friend Sarah recommends that you hang out with her dad, Joel, to get to know the area. Sarah just never mentioned the fact that her dad is just your type.
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Pairing: BFD!Joel Miller x Female Reader
Warnings: SMUT! Fingering, oral (male receiving), protected P in V sex. Legal age gap (Reader is 35 Joel is 47.) No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only
Length: 5.6k (wtf is my problem)
You should have made Sarah text you a picture at the very least. 
The bar was starting to get busy and you’d realized about 15 minutes earlier that you had no fucking clue what your best friend’s dad looked like. 
“You’re sure it’s not weird that I hang out with your dad?” You asked Sarah the morning you left town. 
“It’s not weird,” she waved you off, her curls bouncing. “Promise. He’s not like… an old dad. He’s fun. You get along with me so you’ll get along with him. It’s at least something so you’re not stuck in Austin not knowing anybody.” 
“Yeah,” you nodded and then sighed, looking at your coffee. One last cup of the good stuff in Seattle before your flight in a few hours. 
There was a knot in your stomach at the thought of leaving, now that it was actually here. You’d been in Seattle for two years now after moving here for work. Sarah was the only other woman in your department - not to mention the only other person under 40. She might have been 10 years younger than you but the two of you had become fast friends. She’d been there for a year - she’d started fresh out of college - when you came aboard and was kind enough to let you in on the office politics. 
“So fucking glad to have another girl around here,” she said after you’d been there about two weeks, her arm looped through yours as you walked to a restaurant down the street from your office for lunch. “Lunch just isn’t as good with old dudes…” 
Making friends outside of the office was just as awkward as you remembered and it wasn’t long before you and Sarah were hanging out all the time outside of work, too. She was probably going to be the thing you missed most about Seattle. 
But the promise of a big promotion - setting up your own team at the new branch of your firm in Austin - was too good to pass up. 
“Hey,” she put her hand on your wrist from across the small table. “You’re going to kill it down there. Just remember to demand me when the time comes to add a junior copywriter.” 
“Well, simply no one else will do,” you smiled a little. She laughed. 
You finished your coffee and Sarah dropped you off at the airport - your office paying to ship all your things down - and you flew off to your new life in Texas. 
After a week of settling in, you finally caved and reached out to Sarah’s dad. She told you to just text him and you kind of hoped he wouldn’t respond. Once the ball was in his court, you’d be off the hook. If he never responded and you never met the guy, Sarah could hardly hold it against you. 
“Hi! Is this Joel Miller?” You texted originally, following it up with your name and - just in case Sarah hadn’t bothered to tell him you were going to be texting - some indication that you weren’t a total stranger. “I just moved to town and Sarah told me to text you.” 
“There,” you said to yourself, taking a sip of wine as you sat back on your couch. “Done. Not my problem any….” 
Your phone lit up on your coffee table and you groaned. Of course he texted back. Of course he texted back fucking immediately. 
“Hi,” he said. “Sarah mentioned you might text. Said you might need someone to show you around town. Want to grab a drink later this week?” 
You rapped your fingers against the globe of your glass, the wine lush and red. 
“Sure,” you said. “I don’t start work until next week, so just let me know when and where works for you and I’ll be there!” 
You made plans to meet up two days later. You’d showed up a few minutes early, wanting to get the lay of the land before you met a stranger in a bar. 
Joel, it seemed, was a bit late. You kept looking up at the door, waiting to see someone who looked something like Sarah walk in. But so far, there wasn’t anyone who fit the bill. A few guys who looked like they were UT students deciding to check out something further from campus, four guys who who definitely had just gotten off motorcycles, one man who was almost stupid hot and looked about 10 years too young to be Sarah’s dad and a guy about your age with a date. 
You glanced at your phone. 9:13. At what point did you call it? Maybe try to pick up the hot guy who seemed to be hovering on his own at the bar. You hadn’t gotten laid in a while and you’d at least done your hair and makeup, even if you hadn’t tried to look like you were looking for a hookup. 
Your phone screen hadn’t fully dimmed yet when it lit up bright, vibrating with Joel’s name on the caller ID. You sighed and answered. 
“Hello?” You pressed your free hand against your ear, trying to drown out the sound of the bar behind you, but it sounded noisy on his end, too. 
“Hi,” he said, a bit of a Texas twang in his voice. “Just wanted to make sure you were still plannin’ on comin’ out tonight…” 
“Yeah,” you laughed a little. “I was wondering the same about you, I’m here…” 
“Where?” He said. “Don’t see you…” 
You started looking around then, too, looking at every face at every table around you before you settled on… the stupid hot guy at the bar. 
Who looked too young to have a kid Sarah’s age. 
Who had a phone pressed to his ear. 
Who was now staring at you. 
You raised a hand and smiled awkwardly, giving him a small wave. 
He looked surprised for a moment before hanging up his phone, grabbing his beer from the bar, and heading for your table. 
“I’m so sorry,” he said, setting his drink down across from you and taking his seat. “I didn’t mean to keep you waitin’, I was just expecting someone Sarah’s age…” His eyes went wide for a second. “Not that you look old or anythin’, just… Not what I was expecting.” 
“Yeah, Sarah was the baby of the Seattle office,” you smiled a little. “She’s the best though. Thank God for her, I’d have been so bored there without her.” 
“Yeah,” he smiled and nodded. “She is the best.” 
Up close, Joel was still stupid hot. Uncomfortably hot. It was not fair how hot he was for him to be off limits because he was your best friend’s dad. His hair was dark and a little shaggy and you had to fight the urge to brush an unruly curl back from his brow. His eyes were the warmest brown with a light to them that made you want to just stare at him for a while. His crooked smile with one dimple, his slightly patchy beard, his unreasonably sculpted arms for a man who had to have at least a decade on you unless he was a teenager when Sarah was born. If you hadn’t met him this way, you’d be trying to get him home for at least a one night stand. But he was your best friend’s dad. Even if he made your core tighten and heat pool around your hips. 
It turned out, you and Joel had more in common than you’d expected. You liked the same music and he knew some good live music spots in town. You were both into hiking - and both agreed that the views in this part of the country would be kind of lacking compared to the Pacific Northwest. You both liked trying to find the spiciest food in town and eating it as a matter of principle. 
Of course, you hadn’t spent much time with men the age you THOUGHT Joel was going to be. Your only experience with men in their 50s was at work and that usually involved showing them how to save a word document as a PDF. You’d gone into this expecting to sit awkwardly with the guy for about an hour before going your separate ways. But you were pretty sure he was in his mid 40s, the same age as a lot of the guys you’d gone out with back in Seattle, and the more drinks you had the harder it was to remember that you weren’t on a date. You were hanging out with your best friend’s dad. She probably had to beg him to meet up with you, he probably had a girlfriend he’d much rather be spending time with on a Friday night instead of his daughter’s friend who was new in town. 
But he seemed happy enough to stay for hours. The two of you were laughing over a particularly bad movie you’d somehow both seen - Giant Spider Invasion - when the bar announced last call. 
“Shit,” Joel looked at his watch, clamping his hand over it after a second. “Didn’t realize how late it got. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take up your whole damn night…” 
“No, I’m sorry,” you waved him off, reaching for your phone for the first time in hours to try and order an Uber. “I’m sure you’ve got better things to do than entertain me.” 
“Not exactly,” he half smiled at you. That fucking dimple. “Don’t really got a thirvin’ social life. I get the feeling this arrangement was as much for me as it was you, knowin’ Sarah.” 
“She’s cunning, that one,” you said, putting in your destination address. You groaned. “Shit!”
“What?” Joel asked. 
“Surge pricing,” you sighed. “Come ON, it’s almost 2 a.m., it can’t be that busy…” 
“It’s homecomin’ weekend at the school,” he shrugged. “Everyone’s in town drinking.” 
“That’ll do it,” you sighed, bracing yourself to spend almost $100 on a car ride home. 
“I can give you a ride,” he said. You looked up from your phone, frowning. “I’m good to drive.”
“I don’t want to put you out,” you said, about to push the button anyway. 
“You’re not,” he said. “Trust me.” 
*** 
Joel was very nearly in over his head with you. 
Every part of him was practically screaming “mistake, mistake, mistake, you are a big fucking mistake!” 
You were Sarah’s best friend. 
You were more than a decade younger than him. 
You were starting a new job and a new life and he really shouldn’t be trying to date someone he’d just hold back. 
YOU WERE SARAH’S BEST FRIEND. 
But none of that seemed to matter. He was damn near ready to kiss whatever asshole at Uber came up with surge pricing. He’d never been happier for an excuse to give someone a ride home. 
It had been years - at least - since he’d felt like this about anyone. He’d known you for hours, no time at all, but it felt like years. Like he could say anything to you and you’d understand it. You were obviously smart, so fucking smart. After talking about movies with you for five minutes he was half convinced you saw an entirely different movie than he had, talking about allegories and symbolism and holding onto little lines he wasn’t sure anyone else would notice or think about twice. He wanted to see if you’d let him get to know you that way, if you’d have any interest in trying to know him that way. Fuck, he wanted to know you.
It didn’t help that he’d spotted you the second he was in the bar, absently turning your glass in your fingers, looking at one of the University of Texas themed Bud Light posters on the wall like you were examining it, your eyebrows drawn together, your mind clearly somewhere else entirely. You were fucking gorgeous. Gorgeous in a way that it was a problem, it was distracting, it made him not want to think about or look at or consider anything else. It took conscious effort to not stare at you. When he hadn’t known who you were, he’d been praying Sarah’s friend would stand him up so he could go talk to you. Fuck, he wanted to talk to you. 
And then you answered the phone. 
And you were Sarah’s best friend. 
Fuck.
“You settlin’ in OK and all?” He asked after you gave him your address and he programmed it into Google Maps. 
“Mostly,” you nodded. “It’d be better if I could actually get a maintenance guy to come out to my place but…” 
Joel frowned. 
“What’s goin’ on?” 
“The garbage disposal has a hell of a leak,” you sighed. “I don’t know shit about plumbing so I’m afraid to try to fix it on my own. And the ceiling fan in my bedroom seems like it’s trying break out from its drywall prison whenever I turn it on so that’s been pretty useless. Maintenance keeps saying they’ll come by but they never do. I don’t think I’ll stay in that place longer than a year, this is what I get for apartment hunting from across the country.” 
“I could look at it for you,” Joel shrugged before he was smart enough to stop himself. 
“No,” you laughed and shook your head. “You’ve done enough for me as it is, I cannot ask you…” 
“You didn’t ask, I offered,” he said. “I’m a contractor, my area of expertise is fixin’ shit shoddy builders fucked up. You have plans tomorrow? I can come by, take a look.” 
Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid. That’s what he was. Fucking stupid. 
“Tomorrow would be great, actually,” you said. “I’m just about unpacked but I have a whole box of under the sink kitchen stuff that’s still sitting on my table and driving me insane. But you’re sure I’m not putting you out? I swear, it’s nothing that urgent, I just need to light a fire under management’s ass…” 
“Not puttin’ me out,” he smiled a little at the idea of that. Fuck, you were doing him a favor, giving him an excuse to see you again. 
Stupid. 
Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid STUPID. 
SARAH’S. BEST. FRIEND. 
“Early afternoon OK?” He asked. “Unless you gotta be somewhere…” 
“Yeah, so far my vibrant social life here includes you and the barista down the street who now knows I prefer my lattes skim,” you laughed. “I’ll be around, come over whenever works for you. I hugely appreciate it, you have no idea.” 
He watched you go into your apartment when he dropped you off, a townhouse that had definitely been built in the last five years. He sighed and shook his head. Shoddy fucking craftsmanship, things breaking that fast. He’d help you find a decent place when your lease was up. 
As a friend. 
Because he could be friends with you. That would be fine. Encouraged by his meddling but well-meaning daughter who’d arranged this to begin with. Friends help friends apartment hunt. He could be your friend. 
He fucked his hand before he passed out, trying to think of anything besides grabbing you and kissing you at the bar as he did. 
“Hey Dad! How’d it go last night?” 
His eyes were still bleary as he read the text from his daughter the next morning. 
“Hey Baby Girl,” he wrote back, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. How was it already 10 a.m.? How was Sarah a morning person? She sure as shit didn’t get that from him. “Went fine. Your friend seems nice.” 
She wrote back immediately. 
“She’s the BEST. Seriously. Give her like 5 minutes and she’s going to show you the best food in town, she always found the coolest restaurants up here, places no one else from the office even knew existed.” 
Joel smiled a little at that. He’d heard a lot about you over the last few years, now that he thought about it. He wasn’t big on social media so he only ever saw pictures Sarah texted him - usually a selfie in front of some tourist attraction as she stuck her tongue out at him - so he’d never had a face to put to the stories. But you’d become an integral part of her life in Seattle. 
You’d started as a “cool new coworker.” Then you got a name. And then you just became a “we.” “We went to this awesome new restaurant.” “We checked out this concert last night.” “We decided to go up the Space Needle because screw it, why not be a tourist in your own city sometimes?” He never needed to ask who she meant, he knew she was talking about you. 
He just hadn’t known it was you. 
Which was another reason this was stupid. He could not even consider doing something with you, even just in his head, not when you were that close with his daughter. 
“You guys going to hang out again?” She asked. “I think you’d be friends!” 
Joel ground his teeth for a second. 
“Don’t need you to find me friends just because Uncle Tommy got married.” 
Sarah replied right away. 
“Well if you did it yourself maybe I wouldn’t,” she said. “And she needs friends, too. Plus this is really all for my benefit, if she can swing me coming to the new Austin office and y’all are friends, we can all just hang out together. Way easier to coordinate my schedule.” 
Joel laughed a little. 
“Going to help her with something at her apartment today,” he sent back. “We’ll see if she wants me around after that.” 
Joel managed to keep from going to your house the second he was dressed. This wasn’t a problem he’d had since he was a fucking teenager, obsessed with some girl from his bio class. He was looking at his watch every five minutes, hoping it was reasonable to leave his house and go to yours. 
He called it at 11:45. He figured he’d bring you lunch. You said you liked spicy food - the spicier the better - and if your garbage disposal was leaking, chances are you couldn’t cook much. You’d need to eat something. It was the polite thing to do, he reasoned. 
Joel went to his favorite taco truck and got a little bit of almost everything. It was way too much food for two people but fuck it, he didn’t care. As long as it was something you’d like, he really didn’t give a shit. 
You were in some kind of matching not quite sweatsuit when you opened the door, the tan fabric looking so fucking soft. 
“Hey!” You smiled broadly, like him coming over made your day. You looked at your phone screen. “Damn you really mean early afternoon don’t you?” 
He glanced at his watch. 12:23. 
“Figured you could use some lunch,” he held up the takeout bag. “Didn’t think you were able to cook much, disposal outta commission…” 
“Are you really bringing me food when you came over to do me a favor?” You asked, brows raised. He shrugged. “They weren’t kidding about that whole southern gentleman thing, were they?” 
“Gotta give you pretty things some reason to put up with us,” he smiled a little. You smiled back and held the door open for him. 
Your place was sparsely decorated but comfortable and it looked like you were just about unpacked. Joel set the bag of tacos on the small table off your kitchen and you staked your claim to the spiciest one. 
“If it’s too hot for you, no shame in tappin’ out,” he teased, unwrapping his own taco. 
“I eat men with low spice tolerance for breakfast,” you waved him off. “This’ll be cake.” 
You took a bite and chewed for a second before your eyes went wide. Joel tried not to laugh at you. 
“Holy shit,” you held a hand in front of your full mouth as you spoke, your eyes watering. “That’s so hot! How the fuck…” 
“Yeah, you northerners don’t know what you’re dealin’ with,” Joel smirked. “Welcome to the big leagues.” 
“Oh, it’s on now, Miller,” you said, wincing a little. “I’ve got this, you have no idea…” 
He laughed but you finished the taco, eyes watering and face sweating, the whole way. 
“Alright, think you’ve earned some handyman work,” he smiled a little. You chugged water, somehow managing to look good as you did. “Kitchen sink right?” 
“Yeah,” you nodded. “Run the water for longer than 30 seconds and it leaks like crazy…” 
He did as you said, opening the cabinet below. You had a pot inside to catch any stray water. He turned the faucet on and after less than a minute, water was gushing out from the pipe leading down to the disposal. He shut it off. 
“Good news is, it ain’t the disposal itself,” he said, putting his tools down beside the cabinet. “Looks like they just replaced it and did a shit job setting it up…” 
He got down on the ground, lying down so his upper body was in the cabinet just as you came and perched on the counter nearby, watching him closely. 
“Let me know what I can do to help,” you said. “I feel bad, you coming over, bringing me food, fixing my shit…” 
“Don’t,” he said, frowning up at the plumbing. “Got me outta my house… can you hand me the wrench that’s in the lower part of the tool kit, the adjustable one?” 
He heard you slide off the counter to the floor and rifle through his tools before handing him the wrench, your fingertips brushing his when you did. His heart sped up. Fuck this was stupid. 
You settled in on the floor near him, near enough that he’d feel your leg brush his when he adjusted while he worked. You asked him about his favorite band and he asked you about yours. About favorite foods. About the one place on Earth you’d go if money and time were no object. 
“Alright, think I’ve got it,” he said. “Do me a favor, turn the water on…” 
“You sure?” You asked, a frown in your voice. “Don’t you want to sit up first?” 
“I’m confident,” he smiled a little. 
“Alright, turning it on now.” 
And his confidence was correct. 
For a minute. 
And then it was like the floodgates opened and Joel was suddenly soaked. 
“Cut it!” 
You scrambled to obey as he got out from under the sink, dripping wet, shirt soaked. 
“Shit,” he looked down at himself. 
“I am so sorry!” Your hands were over your mouth, eyes wide. “One minute, let me grab you a towel…” 
You ran down the hall and came back with a small pile of towels handing them to him one by one. He started with himself and then put towels down below the sink. 
“I’m so sorry, Joel,” your eyes were so wide and earnest. 
“Not your fault,” he said, getting up, feeling like more than a bit of an idiot. “Your maintenance people just fucked something up big time…” 
“I have a washer and dryer,” you said quickly. “Let me wash that for you…” 
“Thanks,” he said and he peeled off the wet shirt and handed it to you. “Appreciate it…” 
He was so busy trying not to look at you that he hadn’t realized that you were staring at him, looking up him slowly, your lower lip in your teeth. Like you were interested in him, too. Like you were trying to keep your hands to yourself, too. 
Your eyes met his. This was stupid, this was very very stupid. You were standing close to him, so fucking close to him. 
“Joel,” you breathed. 
He was kissing you before he could talk himself out of it. 
*** 
You weren’t sure if he kissed you or you kissed him but you didn’t really care because fuck, he was touching you. Your arms went around his neck and his hands went to your hips, pulling your body flush against his as he all but devoured you. 
Like he’d done nothing but think of this since the night before, too. 
You were up for an hour after you got home, cursing your best friend for having such a hot dad and trying to not think about what would have happened if you’d dragged him into your apartment when he dropped you off as you ran your vibrator over your needy clit. 
Because how could you face Sarah if you’d fucked yourself to the thought of her dad? 
But you weren’t worrying about that now. 
Instead, you were leading Joel blindly through your apartment, to your bedroom. Your fingers tangled in his hair - wet from the explosive leak in your sink - as you kissed him. You pulled him against you as you sat back on your bed, crawling back toward the middle of it and tugging him along with you so he was hovering over you. 
“You sure…” he began but you nodded so fast that he didn’t even finish asking, just smiling for a second before kissing you again. 
His tongue was insistent inside your mouth, like he was trying to reach every part of you, but you liked it. The hot, aching need gathering in you liked it, liked that he was demanding and hungry for you to the point that, when his tongue slid back behind his own teeth it’s because he wanted to bite your lip with a growl. 
You squirmed out of the soft wrap that was covering your arms and he pulled at your tank top, peeling it away from you and leaving you in just your lacy bralette you liked to wear before you really got dressed for the day. His hand cupped your breast, palm brushing your firm nipple, and you moaned. Joel slipped his hand into the lace and touched the bare skin below and you involuntarily thrust your hips up toward him. He smiled against your mouth at that. 
“So eager,” he said, teasing. 
“We both have way too much on,” you panted against him. 
“Let me help you with that,” he slid his fingers below the band of the bralette and tugged it up and over your head, leaving you naked from the waist up. “Jesus Christ…” 
“What?” You asked, breathless. 
“And I thought you were gorgeous before,” his eyes went over you slowly, tracing the edges of you. “Fucking hell…” 
You smiled and arched into kissing him again, fumbling with the button and zipper on his jeans as you did. When you got his pants open, you slipped your hand inside his underwear, finding his thick, hard cock and stroking him. It was gentle at first, getting a feel for him and fuck he was hard as steel below your touch. He was also easily the biggest cock you’d ever held, so thick and long you knew you were going to be feeling him for hours after you were done. 
Not that you minded. You wanted nothing more than to walk around with a reminder of him inside you for a while. 
Joel’s hands ran over you until he reached your pants and underwear. He pulled them off together, pausing just before your panties would be so far down that they would expose your dripping, aching slit. He pulled his lips from you. 
“This really what you want?” He asked quietly, his eyes searching yours. 
“I’ve been wanting this since last night,” you smiled a little at him. 
“Fuck, I was hopin’ you’d say that.” 
He pulled what remained of your clothes off and cast it aside, nudging you down so you were flat on the bed. He ran his finger over your slit, dipping into you just enough to make your entrance try to grip him but not enough that it gave your body something to hold. You moaned. 
“Don’t worry, beautiful,” he pressed his finger against your clit, rubbing in circles, making you moan. “Gonna take real good care of you…” 
He trailed his finger back down and sank it into you as his thumb pressed against your clit, making your body go tight around him. You rocked your hips against him and arched your back and you heard the smile in his voice as your hands flew to your comforter, knotting in the fabric there. 
“There you go,” he said softly, kissing over your jaw to your throat, nipping and sucking you as he went. “Fuck you’re tight, need you to relax and come for me so I can get inside you…” 
He added another finger, hooking them up into you, pressing into your inner walls and making you get tense and tight before you came hard around him, pussy throbbing so hard it almost hurt. 
“You’re gonna feel so goddamn good,” he groaned as he slid his fingers from you. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down with his jeans before he stroked himself, his fingers still slick with you as he did. 
“One sec,” you managed to find your voice and you stretched back to reach into your nightstand and grabbed a box of condoms. You needed to open it and pull one foil packet apart from the rest. “Sorry, haven’t needed one of these in a bit…” 
“Won’t hear me arguin’,” he half smiled at you. Fuck, that fucking dimple. You opened the condom and slid it on his tip, watching his chest heave as you did. You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you took his covered tip in your mouth, wrapping your lips around him and using them to unroll the condom the rest of the way onto his thick, hard length. “Fuck, beautiful, tryin’ to rush me through this?” 
You just sucked him for a moment, his head lodged at the back of your throat as you started to work his shaft with your mouth. His hand flew to your head, fingers twisting in your hair, as you went. He moaned as your tongue pressed against the underside of him before curling around his shaft. His grip on your hair tightened and you picked up the pace, all but choking yourself on his cock, not able to help yourself, until he pulled you back off him sharply, abruptly. 
“Really don’t want things to be over that fast,” he panted, tilting his head back toward the ceiling for a moment. “Fucking hell you’re good at that…” 
You smirked a little and he pushed you back down onto the bed before lining his cock up with your entrance. He paused and you moaned, rocking your hips against him, your whole body feeling like a spring that was coiled a bit too tight. His hands splayed wide over your thighs for a moment before sliding over your stomach, your breasts, back down again. 
“Still want this?” He asked, voice needy. 
“Want you,” you panted, nodding. “Need you, need you inside me…” 
“Good,” he said, his large hands spread on your thighs, holding you open for him, watching where he was entering you as his cock split you open. He moaned, panting for breath. “Fuck, gonna be addicted to you, just fuckin’ know it…” 
You pressed your hips up into him as he filled you totally, collapsing onto you as his hips met yours. He stilled in you, giving you a moment to adjust to the delicious stretch of him inside you. He was big enough that - if you hadn’t been so desperate for him, if he hadn’t already made you come once - you were sure that it would feel like he was breaking you in two. Like this, though, it was all pleasure with a hint of pain, just enough to make you feel so fucking full you thought you might burst with it. 
He started slowly but forcefully, dragging his cock back so only his head was inside you, his pace so slow that you felt his head on every ridge inside you. But he thrust himself back into you hard, like he couldn’t bear not feeling you again immediately, like being without you was almost painful. 
But he increased his pace, thrusting himself deep into you and pulling back before changing again, more rocking his hips down into you than fully thrusting into you. It meant he kept almost constant pressure on your clit, that the head of him was all but permanently against the spot inside that you immediately sought out whenever you used your vibrator. Your back arched into him and your pussy was so tight around him you were certain you couldn’t get any more wanting. 
“Fuck, need to feel you come while I’m inside you,” he managed, sliding his arms below you to press your bare chest against him. “Please, Beautiful, fuck, please come for me…” 
“Joel!” You cried out his name as you came around him and he fucked into you for another moment before you felt him throb inside as he spilled into the condom. 
He collapsed on top of you, panting for breath and you ran your hands over his broad back. After a minute, he kissed you gently and pulled himself from your wrung out body and lying beside you. 
“So,” he was still short of breath. “Got anythin’ around here I can come by and fix tomorrow?” 
You laughed a little, trying not to think of the fact that you’d just fucked your best friend’s dad. Trying not to think of the fact that there was no way this could be a one time thing. 
“Oh, I’m sure I can think of something,” you said. “I’m sure I can think of a lot of things.” 
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nixii-sabre · 9 months ago
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ask thing or whatever
iu have done 0 research but have seen this like once in the past year so uh
send me a number in my inbox according to the question and I will answer. people can reblog this and have your followers do the same ig
rainworld ask game. rainworld related. in case you are wondering. here. below the cut. yuh.
1 - What's your favorite slugcat ship, if any?
2 - Favorite iterator ship, if any?
3 - What's your favorite slugcat?
4 - Favorite iterator?
5 - How tall do you headcanon the average ancient to be?
6 - What's your favorite campaign- gameplay/lore-wise?
7 - Favorite in-game creature?
8 - Favorite lizard?
9 - What's your favorite Rainworld OC of yours?
10 - Favorite rainworld OC of someone else'?
11 - Who's your least favorite of your RW OCs?
12 - If your Rainworld OCs could play video games, what would be each of their favorites?
13 - Do any of your RW OCs have any pets?
14 - Opinion on modern au's?
15 - Favorite in-game item?
16 - Do you like the base game or DLC better?
17 - What are your RW OC's favorite colors?
18 - How old do you headcanon Slugcats live up to?
19 - are you yeeked up
20 - What types of voices would your RW OCs have?
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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 7 months ago
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Requests in my inbox. Part 2
Time to update my list. Few things to be noted:
1. I might mixed up anon and non-anon requests. So, don't worry, if you were sure, that you have send your request as (non) anon, but in the list it in opposite group.
2. There are few more asks in my inbox, but, they are lean closer to asking a simple question and don't require to write a fic (or bullet fic). So, I didn't include them.
3. Thank you all for all interesting ideas and requests.
Anon
1. Ayatsuji Yukito, Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Selectively Mute Reader
2. Reader commited S* because of bullying
3. Something with Self-Aware! Chuuya
4. Teen! Autistic! Reader
5. Reader are extremely beautiful and feminine
6. Reader are also a character in anime and still aren't Self-Aware
7. Child! Reader are independent, because they came from abusive family (Dazai, Poe, Fukuzawa)
8. Reader main Ayato (Fitzgerald)
9. Teen! Reader who are a straight A student
10. Ranpo is Reader's favorite character
11. BEAST AU and Guiding Light
12. Reader are like Kanade Yoisaki
13. Teen! Reader were turned into a baby (Hunting Dogs)
14. Reader have an ability, that works in a dark (Sun/Moon inspired)
15. Reader casually mention 2016 clown craze
16. Guiding Light have a cheating partner (Hunting Dogs)
17. Reader are similar to Ariana Grande (short, can ran a marathon while wearing heels, will fall after taking a step, wearing slippers)
18. Something with Self-Aware! Francis
20. Characters reaction on hearing a rap about them
21. Characters learn about Final Destination movies
22. Reader play BSD together with their best friend
23. Reader are a stage actor in BSD on Stage and play Dazai
24. Traveler-like! Reader
25. Another anime became Self-Aware (JJK)
26. Reader are underweight
27. Reader are a dub actor for someone from BSD
28. Reader are a smart 5-6 years old (Tetchou and Chuuya)
29. Furina! Reader
30. Reader gain an ability
31. Aroace! Reader
32. How BSD Characters will feel about Idol/Cosplayer Reader
33. Reader got home injured
34. Reader turned into a cat
35. Really Tall! Teenage! Reader
36. Teen! Reader who like to press buttons
37. Only BEAST AU became Self-Aware
38. Child! Reader didn't understand implications about Mori
39. Reader are like Izana Kurokawa
40. Genderfluid! GrayAce! Reader with PTSD from abusive friendship
41. Reader roast people's cooking on TikTok
42. Reader randomly mention funny events
43. Teen! Reader who came from Troubled Teen Industry
44. BSD being overprotective over Teen! Reader
45. Reader turned into a cat (2nd request)
46. Jingliu! Reader
47. Child! Reader with fear of abandonment
49. Reader have a dark past (Dazai, Atsushi and Chuuya)
50. Child Prodigy Reader
51. Male! Reader has Cyno's sence of humor
52. Reader have a mental disorder
53. Semi-romantic Chuuya x Adult! Reader
54. Focalor! Reader
55. Reader become angry because of an Imposter
56. Teen! Reader are a raging metalhead
57. Reader are a White Hat Hacker
58. SAGAU Cult AU
59. Self-Aware! Genshin and Self-Aware! BSD interactions
60. Reader died in Teyvat and returned to the real world
61. Reader have some ideas, how to help BSD Cast (Imposter au)
62. Reader are good at fitting things in places
63. Reader were SA by their Step-Father
64. Reader want to be an artist
65. Reaction to Bungou to alchemist
66. Feral! Teen! Reader
67. Child! Reader have a lung disease
68. Teen! Reader have troubles with following schedules
69. Reader are Aventurine
70. Imposter AU. Reader were SA
71. Child! Reader screaming while singing to a metal
72. Reader randomly cuddle with BSD Characters
73. Teen! Reader copy Mori's, Dazai's and Ango's behavior
74. Mori is Reader's favorite character
75. Reader has Karma's (assasination classroom) personality
Non-anon
1. Flirty! Ace! Reader
2. Reader are busy and didn't play BSD that much
3. Jouno and Tetchou with Reader, who play viola
4. Reader have an OC they ship with BSD Character
5. Platonic Yanderes Atsushi and Kyuoka with Teen! Reader
6. DOA make Mitsuri! Reader a new uniform
7. Yandere! Chuuya with Requester's OC-based! Reader
8. FNAF Crossover (Reader survived The Missing Kids Incident)
9. Reader is similar to Kagura Mikazuchi
10. Reader's favorite character is PM Dazai and Reader are ashamed because of it
11. Reader have magic
12. Reader is a very good cosplayer
13. Classroom of the elite crossover (Reader escaped the White Room)
14. Hilichurls protect Reader (Imposter AU)
15. BSD Characters react to some theories (Atsushi, Chuuya, Rimbaud, Verlaine)
16. BSD Cast arrive on Reader's birthday
17. Reader are chill person with morbid sence of humor
18. Reader is a magical girl (Logicalist)
19. Diluc and Akutagawa (Imposter AU)
20. Reader have a character-based account
21. Reader is a dancer
22. Reader is an artist with uncurable disease
24. Reader are happy to go to the beach in Genshin world
25. Ballerina! Reader
26. Male! Teen! Reader who is neglected by his parents, but have two big sisters
27. Reader are a mafioso's child
28. Nikolai vs Lyney
29. Atsushi vs Tighnari
30. Reader have smarts of Kevin from Home Alone
31. Guiding Light has powers
32. Reader in Liyue (Imposter AU)
33. Reader were executed, but returned back to life (imposter au)
34. Ranpo x Fem! Reader
35. Teen! Reader failed a test
36. Scarecrow! Reader (imposter au, lots of fandoms)
37. Reader are a BSD Character and were killed
38. Male! Reader are a voice actor
39. BSD Cast react to same voice actors
40. Child! Reader from this fic end up in Teyvat
41. Filipino! Teen! Reader singing Orange and Lemons and Eraserheads songs
42. Emo! Fem! Reader
43. SCP-999! Fem! Reader
44. BEAST! BSD and Protective! OG! BSD
Event
5. Soukoku
6. Karma
7. Fyodor, Dazai
8. Oda, Dazai
9. Mori, Natsume, Fukuzawa
10. Chuuya and Dazai
11. Flags
12. Akutagawa, Atsushi, Dazai
13. Fukuzawa, Mori, Natsume
14. OG! Soukoku and BEAST! Soukoku
15. BEAST! Dazai
16. BEAST! Shin Soukoku
17. BEAST! Soukoku
18. Nikolai
19. Port Mafia
20. Dazai, Fyodor
21. Goncharov, Shibusawa, Gogol (fem! Reader, Tsaritsa-focused)
22. Koyou
24. DOA
25. Frankenstein, Chuuya, Verlaine
26. Q
27. Verlaine
28. Dazai and BEAST! Dazai
29. Soukoku (Teen! Reader)
30. Verlaine, Rimbaud, Chuuya
31. Buraiha trio
32. Fyodor and Nikolai
33. BEAST Dazai, Yumeno, BEAST Akutagawa
34. Ayatsuji, Tsujimura, Ango
35. Organisations' Leaders (Fukuzawa, Mori, Fitzgerald, Fyodor, Fukuchi, Chief Taneda)
36. Flags
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raayllum · 3 months ago
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I can see the appeal of Soren and Opeli's interactions, but don't they technically have a large age gap? Opeli has been serving Katolis since before Harrow's reign (S2 flashbacks show her crowning Harrow), and Soren would've been a kid at that time...
yeah the 11+ year age gap when Soren's in his mid 20s is like. half the appeal. doesn't Soren deserve a milf
in all seriousness: We don't know how old Opeli is in canon, and we don't know how old she was when crowning Harrow. She could've been 30, she could've been 18 (aka 16 yr old Claudia in canon looks Exactly the same as 18-19 Claudia). I typically put Opeli there at 20/21. We know Soren (in spite of the S6 flashbacks) had to be at least 9ish when Harrow as crowned, because he's 17/18 in S1 (age confirmed way back when) and 20ish in arc 2. I usually have expressing interest (on Soren's side) when he's 25 and them getting together when he's like 27/28. And I put them at those ages for getting together because I think they both need to grow and mature to get together, not necessarily because I'm like "well Soren has to be 5-7 years older than he is now for it to be Okay" (though that is some of it for me anyway, but that's a personal preference)
The age gap for them could be 10 years, it could be 15, it could be more. I don't really care tbh
Age gaps for me aren't a big deal when shipping because characters aren't Frozen at any particular age, the same way we have OCs and original work characters that we can follow for over 20 years in canon; fic isn't inherently different. Once both characters are in their 20s it's fair game tbh. Particularly because older women are rarely portrayed as being desirable or sought after by men their age or younger men as well
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deadlymeteorz · 2 months ago
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KND Fandom Questions!
1. When did you start watching the show?
I saw it briefly on my TV when I was much much younger and scowered the internet for it. Once I actually found it around ~10 years old, I became a big fan.
2. Favorite season?
I'd say probably season 3 to 5
3. Favorite episodes?
OP POOL, IT, FUGITIVE, GRADUATES, SLUMBER, and FOUNTAIN
4. Hated episode?
Pretty universally hated but OP PINKEYE
5. Favorite character?
Numbuh 362!
6. Did you cry when you watched Op. Interviews?
A little yeah!
7. Funniest moment?
In OP FOUNTAIN when Numbuh 1 was whispering and scolding (iirc) Numbuh 3 and throws one of Leona's rings and goes "Whoopsie!!!"
8. Saddest moment?
Sector Z getting re-Delightfulized
9. Favorite KND Artists?
@some-loozzr
@kandykatz
@artsygirl0315
@kommandonuovidiavoli
@spicedwatermel0n
@shit-taster-connoisseur
@kidsnextdoor-doodles
10. Favorite Canon KND ship?
Nigel and Lizzie!
11. Favorite Headcanon KND ship?
362x86, 5xHenrietta, and 362xLizzie, 1x362xLizzie, Sector V Poly
12. One thing you love about the fandom:
How creative people can be with their headcanons and ocs! I also love how often asks are open which helps show off different people's ideas in form of requests!!! It's also a very accepting and nice community!!
13. One thing you hate about the fandom:
How small it is :( I mean, it definitely isn't dead by any means but I wish I had more KND moots to rant about my AUs to lol!
14. Do you wish there were more die-hard KND fans?
YESSSSSS
15. When did you start drawing KND art?
Sometime earlier this year I believe!
16. How old were you when you started drawing KND art?
It was after my bday I believe so I was 16!
17. How old are you now and are you still drawing KND art?
Still 16 and yes! I don't post too often tho,,,
18. One thing you wish you could stop in the fandom?
Proshippers and erasure of representation 😐
19. Quick Pick 2x4:
Ol' Reliable S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R
20. Codename:
uhh numbuh 109 because thats my birthday 🤷‍♀️
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yaeklore · 4 months ago
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"Hm? Oh! It's recording, okay– *Ahem ahem* Pleasure to talk to you all, gothamites! I am Nevowl, the new vigilante around Gotham! If you ever see something flying right past you it may probably be me, if not well then it's probably The Blue Boy Scout! Enough rolling around and 'blah's-blah's'.. My pronouns are well, any really, even neopronouns are accepted! I am.. actually i won't reveal my age but i am pretty young! Not near older than 18 but not younger than 15! I am bored most of the time so feel free to talk to me all you want!"
!¡OOC!¡
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Hello-Hello there! This is a DC OC RP account, i am down for roleplaying anything, expect certain themes, it's not that i have triggers is just the preference of not roleplaying certain kinds of RP(rp's with explicit 🍇/SA scenes for example).
If you want to RP with me, you can directly tag me in the post, DM me or send a ask! Although the DM one you can just do it in the cases of very very very specific plot or arc. Of course there's no problem with you messaging me on private if you want to establish or specificy something for the RP, or if you want to set your boundaries on what you wish to avoid or to have in the RP.
!¡My rules for this blog!¡
Please do not, and i mean it, do not ship my OC with anyone that is way over the age of 15 or under the age of 15, the max i can accept is 16 and that's it. I don't really like stories with 15x17, so i prefer 15x15 or 15x16.
Post are going to sometimes be PG-13 so if you are under 13 do not interact with such posts, if you interact with posts that are not set for you age i will give you a warning, if it continues then i'm sorry but you are getting blocked :(
OC's interactions for my OC is completely fine! In fact i would enjoy some interactions, the same goes for DC characters, feel free to interact :)
+18 interactions or things like that for this character, are not going to be accepted by me for the very reason that my OC is a minor and i do not want those interactions with my character. PG-13 interactions are fine, just don't go too overboard with it.
!¡General info and appearance!¡
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Name: Yaeklore Sofia Lima
Vigilante name: Nevowl
Birthday: 13/02
Age: 15 years old
Height: 5'0'' (short aah)
Gender: Female
Xenogender: Nocstuffic, Jelliestarlic and Nuclearacidic.
Pronouns: She/Her
Neopronouns: Nocstuffic; Noct/Nocturnal/Nocs - Stuffie/Stuf/Stufself
Jelliestarlic; Star/Stars/Starself - Jellie/Jelly/Jellyfish/Jelself
Nuclearacidic; Acid/Acidic - Nuke/Nuclear - Toxic/Toxin/Toxicself
Sexuality: Bi Aroace
More info;
Metahuman: Snow Owl. She has the same abilities and instincts that a snow owl would have, she will get sleepy during the day sometimes and way too active during the night, she also has night vision and acute hearing.. so sneaking up on her on dar clothes won't work since she will still be able to see you and if you make one little sound.. she will hear you. She is also able to shift between forms, one where she has only her wings and talons showing, another where she looks more animalistic and feral, and the last being of a young owl.
Parents: Unknown. She hasn't heard about them in awhile now.
Any disability?: During the day, while she can see normally, sometimes things will get messy so she uses glasses with a sunscreen protection on them.
She has ADHD and Autism! :)
Since the picrew didn't help on her appearance this is how she looks like in her other form;
(ART IS NOT MINE!!)
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In her second form she will look exactly like that, but with Snow Owl characteristics
(snow owls look like this)
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bamjammy · 5 months ago
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New intro post since I’m starting over
My name is Cecil King, otherwise known as Jammy
I’m Transmasc queer asexual and my pronouns are he/him
I’m 17 years old, born in 2007 with a lot of nostalgia for late 00’s / early 10’s cartoons and media
My blog currently focuses on: Gravity Falls, Mouthwashing, BeetleJuice. and I will be posting mainly about: Billford or Anya
I draw, I write, I act, I like cartoons. You’ll be seeing pretty much all of that other than acting probably
Maybe I’ll like, do stuff with my OCs or whatever who fucking knows
I am making a comic on Webtoon called Viktor & Bolt, as well as a few other projects that u will be able to find on my YT (BAM! Jammy)
Im not really that picky but here’s some DNI just to be safe:
People under 15
TERFs/conservatives
cc!Wilbur supporters or cc!Dream supporters (this is here cause I used to post about DreamSMP)
Billdip shippers/stancest shippers (🤢) (similarly: BeetleJuice x Lydia shippers)
Proshippers/people who get involved in shipping wars
18+/NSFW blogs
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venusvity · 9 months ago
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— IT'S THE 12 DAYS OF VENUS!
Venus is turning five years old and it has been a rollercoaster but a fun one! So, for the twelve days leading up to their birthday, I've made a little challenge! It's mainly made for me but please feel free to participate if any of the challenges strike muse in you! The challenges will be below the cut. If you want to do any of these, please feel free to tag me because I'd love to see it! Here's to five years! 🥳
☄️ DAY 1 ⸻ what happened to the plot?
FEBRUARY 10: sooo...what happened to that plot? let's review some plots that were dropped, discarded, or never came to be. ** this can be turned into an ask game!
☄️ DAY 2 ⸻ weren't they together?
FEBRUARY 11: ah...ships. lots of them! go over some dead, discarded, or broken ships that left an impact! ** this can be turned into an ask game!
☄️ DAY 3 ⸻ web weaves!
FEBRUARY 12: i 💗 webweaves. do a webweave based off your character's journey, relationships, or personality. whatever you want! just weave that web!
☄️ DAY 4 ⸻ face off.
FEBRUARY 13: venus has been through A LOT of faceclaims through out these five years. review your character's fc journey!
☄️ DAY 5 ⸻ that's symbolism.
FEBRUARY 14: symbolism. we all do it. of course we do, we're writers, duh. what are your favorite examples of symbolism you've used for your ocs? or some you associate with your oc?
☄️ DAY 6 ⸻ okay, but, what if-
FEBRUARY 15: what if day! come up with timelines based off what if scenarios you come up with or people send in to you! anything goes! ** this can be turned into an ask game!
☄️ DAY 7 ⸻ it's about the art, babe.
FEBRUARY 16: let's talk artistry! talk about the artistry of your ocs. their inspiration, their achievements, their lyricism, their visuals, whatever it may be!
☄️ DAY 8 ⸻ how did this all start, again?
FEBRUARY 17: let's get back to our roots! what's the origin story of your group/oc? where did the idea for them come from and how far are they from their original form?
☄️ DAY 9 ⸻ credit where credit is due.
FEBRUARY 18: who was your inspiration or inspiration? give some appreciation to the creators that inspired you or any irl inspirations you might have had!
☄️ DAY 10 ⸻ connections? connections.
FEBRUARY 19: what are some of your favorite connections you've made over the years? this could be about characters or real people you've met in the community!
☄️ DAY 11 ⸻ what happened to that one character?
FEBRUARY 20: line ups change and characters get tossed aside. it happens! talk about some ocs that were around/in your group but have been retired for one reason or another.
☄️ DAY 12 ⸻ and we're live!
FEBRUARY 21: the entire day is a celebration live stream! have your followers as your ocs about plots, what's next, their opinion on xyz, anything! it's venus day! have fun!!
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pragnificent · 6 months ago
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Tagged by @tina-mairin-goldstein! Tagging whoever else wants to play.
1.How many fics do you have on AO3?
78.
2. What's your total word count on AO3?
934,933. Wow, maybe I can break a million this year....
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Just HANNIBAL right now (and for like the last seven years or so). Been vaguely thinking about picking up a second but nothing has caught my interest strongly enough.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
Attachment - 7,592
The Fisherman and the Beast from the Sea - 4,565
Sashimi - 2,807
Hungry Ghost - 1,585
Identically Different - 1,382 <- This is my best series and yall should give it a shot <3
5. Do you respond to comments?
I try to, and I enjoy doing so, but sometimes the brainworms win and I don't get stuff done even when I really want to.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Breathless
I don't love this story, but "Hannibal is effectively braindead after the fall, but Will keeps caring for the body and feels that Hannibal is there with him, up until the body dies and Will turns himself in because there isn't any point anymore" probably counts as the most angsty? If you are in the market for a "Hannibal receives a brain injury and he, along with everyone else around him, has to cope with that" story Tina's For Remembrance (Holes in the Floor of the Mind) is a much better pick. And as I continue to think about it, Means of Influence has a pretty angsty ending.
7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Most of my stories have slightly bittersweet but still mostly happy endings. Part of the thing about that is I think it's really hard to envision a situation where Will is like 100% Happy Happy, his own mind hates him too much and every little scrap of happiness needs to be fought for and then vigilantly guarded. But I put both him and Hannibal through so much that I always want them to be as close to content as they each can be.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I have gotten two flavors of Fic Hate. 1.) People calling the five year old kid OC in ATTACHMENT slurs like "r*tard" and saying "he belongs in jail" and etc.
Every time Hannibal or Will fuck someone who isn't each other at least one person decides to Yell At Me.
I think I've gotten the old "you didn't tag for bottom Hannibal!!" nonsense once or twice too, but who hasn't?
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
A little. I actually started Hannishark bc I was really intimidated by sex scenes and wanted to see if I could pull off a short monsterfucker story. I feel like I've gotten better at writing these but am generally more comfortable leaving them sparce on anatomical details and big on feelings/conversations.
10. Do you write crossovers? If so, what's the craziest one?
I've got a WRONG TURN crossover series that I'm very proud of here: Bear Mountain Road AU. You don't need to have seen any of the movies to read it, or anything, the movies' premise of "a clan of inbred mountain cannibals waylays travelers" is really just an excuse to put Hannibal (and Will and D, as child members of the cannibal family) In Situations. If I counts as a cross over, I've got a universe swap between the novels and NBC HANNIBAL here: Shiloh
I also have a vague idea for a SAW / HANNIBAL crossover but I've been sitting on that for so long, who knows if it'll ever happen?
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not so far as I know.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes, several times.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic?
Yep, a couple of times.
14. What's your all time favorite ship?
Hannigram and Reba/D (guys we need a fuckin ship name).
15. What are your writing strengths?
Character, emotions, dialogue.
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
Sex scenes, pacing.
17. Thoughts writing dialogue in another language?
Fine by me, tho I only think I've done it one or twice.
18. First fandom you wrote for?
FARSCAPE.
19. Favorite fic you've written?
Identically Different AU !!!! This it the best thing I've ever written and probably the best thing I will ever write.
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ofrolysdogs · 8 months ago
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dungeon meshi ocs
i have 5 oc's who had formed their own party.
you 100% can draw them (just tag me)
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Lois Lullaby | Elf
Basic Info
111 years old
agender with it/its pronouns
172 cm or 5'7 inches tall
origin: northern central continent
bmi: 18-19?
sometime called "shining star"
Backstory
Lois' parents were the only ones who had the ability to control lullabies and memories, it trained as hard as it could to be as good as them, but overtime, it grew to be better than them.
Personality
Lois is down to earth, composed, and friendly, it gets along with many and is said to have a way with words.
Additional info
it is usually shipped with multiple people such as Mickbell, Falin, Shuro, Namari, Thistle or Kabru, but her main ships are Laois, Chilcuck and Senshi, or all three, it is one of 3 magic users on it's team as she uses melodies and lullabies.
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Mason | Tall Man/Human
Basic Info
20 years old
female with she/her pronouns
157 cm or 5'1
origin: northern continent
bmi: 15
affectionately called "big head"
Backstory:
Mason is the youngest of 4, and was spoiled heavily by her parents, quite sheltered, she is Laois and Falin's cousin from her mother's side.
Personality:
Because of her sheltered upbringing, she is a bit snobby unintentionally, she is also rather judgmental of people she see's as beneath her.
Additionally Info:
She is afraid of gnomes, and used to have nightmares about them as a child, one of her teammates is a gnome but because she though she was beautiful she didn't even realize at first, she is also shipped with either Shuro or Kabru.
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Annakin | Half Foot/Elf
Basic Info
50 years old
Agender with they/them pronouns (accidentally used she/her pronouns my bad)
125 cm or 4'1
origin: south central continent
bmi: ??
Backstory
Annakin, or simply just Anna, is a half foot - half elf, mainly raised by their elf mother, they were often discriminated against for their mixed ancestry.
Personality
A quiet, but not shy person, they often keep to themselves, and speak only when spoken to, because elves had discriminated against them for as long as they can remember, they hate them, despite other races confusing her for one.
Additional Info
They are often shipped with Mickbell. and are one of three magic users on their team, they manipulate stars, and grant wishes. (inspired by alluka from hxh) and because she is half foot she can also pick locks and stuff.
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Cade | Ogre/Human
Basic Info
21 years old
male (trans) with he/him pronouns
206 cm or 6'9
origin: western continent
bmi: 21
Backstory
Cade is half ogre - half human, he has 2 younger sisters, when he was 12 years old, he ran away from home.
Personality
A little brash, butts heads with his teammates sometimes.
Additional Info
I dunno who to ship him with but any character offers are fine ^^
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York | Gnome
Basic Info
60 years old
female with she/they pronouns
140 or 4'7 i
origin: unknown
bmi: 25
somtimes called "flower spirit."
Backstory
She has a younger sister, and doesn't speak to her parents
Personality
A softspoken, motherly type, she also loves plant life and nature, she is also seen as beautiful by many as some say she resembles a portrait.
Additional Info
She is shipped with Holm, and yes, she is chubby, she is one of the 3 magic users on her team, she manipulates plants and flowers, and has flower spirits.
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joonliebe · 4 months ago
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My name is Joel but I also go by Jörg🫀
((I am 18 years old))
(Other blog(s): @joonthingz )
If you like my art please consider checking out my commissions! 🫀
Current hyper fixations: Team Fortress 2, Garten Of Banban, Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared, Gravity Falls, Bugbo, and my ocs^^
I am always up for making new friends/mutuals however my only boundary is that you must be 17 or older! Please understand that the age limit is set my boundaries of what I am comfortable with. If you lie about your age please understand that I will block you immediately and will not unblock you under any circumstances.
I am a self taught artist, and writer. My native language is English🇺🇸 and I am learning German🇩🇪. I go by he/they pronouns and I don’t mind being called Joonliebe(username), Joel, Jörg (pronounced as “Your” with a “G” sound at the end). I am a gay trans man🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈.
My favorite characters from TF2 are Medic and Demoman
My favorite characters from GOBB are Banban and Bittergiggle and Syringeon
My favorite character from DHMIS is Sketch
My favorite character from Gravity Falls is Ford
❕❕I only ask that you please don’t do any of the following: Talk about drama or vent without asking, spam message me, spam like, take offense to me not being able to respond for a day at most, compare my character designs to anything other than things I’m into related stuff, if you like hazbin hotel or helluva boss that’s fine I guess just don’t talk to me about it , if you like spooky month plz don’t mention it at all to me❕❕
‼️DNI if you: are or are into inc3st/n3cr0/m4p/z00/sc4t/ or any of that gross shit , are 15 and younger, have a problem with oc x cannon shipping or fictional crushes (they are literally fictional so why would you be mad), anti LGBTQ+, racist, like vivzirpop I will give you the link to a master doc of her transphobia if needed (may add more if it ever becomes a problem!)‼️
🖋️(Request page)🖋️
🕊️ I will most likely do anything with the cannon characters as long as it’s not anything that falls into the category or my DNI and is not full on nsfw (suggestive is fine). I might draw ocs but don’t count on it too much. I’m fine with most ships (MINUS SPYSCOUT BECAUSE EW WTF) 🕊️
🫀My favorite tf2 ships are: Dr. Jörg(oc) x Medic, Medic x Anyone, Spy x Sniper, Engineer x spy, Demoman x Sniper. I love all Tf2 ships tho (besides the obvious one)🫀
🎉My favorite GOBB ships are: Nilly(oc) x Banban, Bittergiggle x Banban, Bittergiggle x Sheriff Toadster🎉
Spotify playlist for many songs that I like! (A lot of songs are mostly for nostalgia)
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armed-saphire · 5 months ago
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various people i knew during my experience on 2020-2022 discord
-person who thought they were a witch who could talk to gods and sent their porn drawings to people as young as 13 in their server -person who was weirdly obsessed with huniepop and encouraged a 15 year old to draw porn despite being 18-19 at the time -person who had a crush on me and told me they "simp" for me and wrote fanfic about us meeting, also told me 2 years wasnt that much of an age gap when i became uncomfortable
-OTHER person who had a crush on me and told me every day to draw porn of one of my OCs and would tell me theyre gonna get in bed with me and constantly tell me to go get in bed irl for some reason -person who drew outright fetish content of fnaf characters having the most gigantic tits ive ever seen but any time someone called them on it they got berated for sexualizing the human body even though the original artist was literally drawing big tit fetish content -person who owned a server i was in and sent me 34 messages in a row after i left joined and left saying every time someone leaves their server they have a panic attack and called me a bad person etc etc. this person was almost 20 -person around my age who told me making any sexual joke about a gay couple was fetishizing gay people and it was wrong, also had absolute brainrot reactionary takes like people can humanize circus baby from fnaf as an adult but if they ship her with anyone its pedo shit. omg PLEASE go outside they also said it was racist to use the "💅" emoji -person who kept hijacking our fnaf headcanons group chat to talk about rape culture and sexism and also made us all delete conversations all the time because their parents checked their phone very often. and they would tag people like 100 times in a minute if they didnt respond to them fast enough and even called them to get their attention. i have them blocked and they think its a discord glitch lol
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kommandonuovidiavoli · 2 months ago
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LET'S DO THE CHALLENGE!!!
Original
Stole from grandkid @kandykatz
1: When did you start watching the show?
I actually watched some episodes back in 2008, when it was aired on a free Italian digital channel called Boing. I specifically remember watching "Operation Z.E.R.O." while sitting on my livingroom floor!
2: Favorite season?
Probably season 4, it has the most episodes I like!
3: Favorite episode(s)?
I have 6 I can watch on repeat: "P.O.O.L.", "M.A.T.A.D.O.R.", "F.O.O.D.F.I.T.E.", "M.I.S.S.I.O.N.", "S.A.F.E.T.Y." and "G.R.A.D.U.A.T.E.S."!!!
4: Hated episode(s)?
Anything with Nigel and Lizzie, they just trigger me a lot because of past, personal reasons...
5: Favorite character?
OCfication aside, it's Tommy! My lil boi! ❤️
6: Did you cry when you watched OP INTERVIEWS?
I cried at the end of "Operation: Z.E.R.O." and still haven't found the courage to watch I.N.T.E.R.V.I.E.W.S. again because I'm waiting for G:KND to drop first.
Yes, I know.
7: Funniest moment?
Ohh, there are a lot... can't think of a specific one right now, sorry!
8: Saddest moment?
As implied, the ending of Z.E.R.O., when Monty leaves that message to Nigel. It's sad but also really heartfelt and a very real message.
9: Favorite KND artist?
Anyone I've met in the fandom so far!
EVEN IF!!! My top 2 will always be @socksandbuttons, because I always loved her squishy, soft style, and also @kndrules because I've been following their comics for a long time and the style is simple but really good!
10: Favorite canon KND ship?
WallyxKuki!!!
11: Favorite headcanon KND ship?
FannyxRachel and another one I can't say yet...
12: What's one thing you love about the fandom?
The creativity with EVERYTHING! From AUs to OCs and lore!
13: What's one thing you hate about the fandom?
Y'know... PDF Files.
14: Do you wish there were more die hard KND fans in the fandom?
Nah, we're enough for now. But always glad if someone joins the fun!
15: When did you start drawing KND art?
Probably 10-11 years ago from the Fusionfall days?? But it was mostly for other people.
16: How old were you when you started drawing KND art?
I was 23 or 24.
17: How old are you now and are you still drawing KND art?
I'm 34 (the grandma) and I'm veeery active with my AUs!
18: What's one thing you wish would stop in the fandom?
JEEBUS REBUS GUYS THEY'RE FUCKING 10 YEAR OLD KIDS STOP SHIPPING THEM WITH ADULTS OR FAMILY MEMBERS WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?
19: Quick pick your favorite 2×4?
GIMMIE A S.C.A.M.P.E.R.!!!
20: What's your Codename?
Numero 15 from Sector IT-TO, Italy, active from 1997 till 2003... officially, at least ;)
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pisupsala · 2 years ago
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One for The History Books [Chapter 18] [Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw]
[Summary] You are an archivist at the Pentagon, sent on assignment to TOPGUN to catalog and report on a top-secret mission. In the days under the Californian sun, a certain naval aviator puts your once orderly life in a tailspin that you might never recover from.
[Pairing] Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!reader / Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!oc
[Warnings] Mature content: swearing, (explicit) smut. 18+ only.
[Words] 3.3k
[Index] All Chapters | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Epilogue
[Library]
Chapter 18 - Capsizing
You are patient by nature. You think. Biding your time is a strategy that works for you. Usually. And when you are dating a naval aviator, you better have patience in spades because, by god, will you be tried.
It’s like Bradley barely came back from deployment and settled back in before he received new papers. For 6 months, this time. It essentially means he will spend barely three months stateside before he ships out again.
It’s bittersweet.
He gets to do what he loves, which makes you happy. You kind of wish it just didn’t mean he had to leave to the other side of the world for half a year. It feels like there is part of you missing in everything you do when he’s gone for that long.
It’s not a topic you discuss together, rather tacitly accepting the reality of your relationship. Sometimes it makes you feel jittery—like Bradley’s doing all these things, sailing around the world, and you’re stuck in the same old place.
“A PhD position opened on the senate committee research team.” You casually mention over dinner one night. You are eating in front of the television, enjoying each other’s company after a long week at work. “I’m thinking of applying.”
“You absolutely should.” Bradley replies excitedly, without missing a beat. “You said you wanted to do that eventually, and I know you’re going to ace it.”
You take a sip of your wine to hide your reddening cheeks. You mentioned once you were thinking of doing a PhD, conversationally, back in San Diego when you weren’t even dating. The fact that Bradley remembers that little detail…
Be still, my beating heart.
When Bradley is with you, it’s like things naturally just click into place. You barely have time to worry about anything when he is around; he’s always making sure he has your attention, making you smile, lifting you up—you like to think it makes you a nicer, less neurotic person in general.
Ultimately, you can deal with Bradley going on deployment—it’s far from fun or ideal, but increasingly you start feeling lonely. Not just physically, but emotionally.
Bradley is like a wave washing over you when he’s with you, momentarily pushing you under and dulling every sound around you. When he calls you from the ship, he has that knack that makes you feel like the most important person in the world.
It’s the nights that you are alone that worry creeps up on the edge of your mind, settling over you like a shadow.
Are you just a rest stop between deployments?
Why do you keep crashing into his walls over and over again to no avail?
It this… it?
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When he returns from his long deployment, Bradley is more restless than ever before. He jerks awake violently in his sleep, sometimes yelling as he suddenly wakes up, sitting upright, sweat on his brow.
Patience.
He never talks about what he sees in his dreams. He barely acknowledges it at all.
“It worries me…” You start, carefully, avoiding looking at Bradley and rather staring at the mug of coffee he just handed you. No matter how delicious he looks shirtless and a pair of boxers in your kitchen, you can’t overlook the bags forming under his eyes. “You waking up like that at night.”
“I appreciate that, sweetheart.” Bradley replies, voice light as he presses a kiss against your temple. “But it’s nothing.”
“But -” You start, already knowing what will happen. Bradley plucks the mug out of your hands, setting it on the kitchen counter before pulling you against him. He peppers your face with kisses, running his fingers over your spine, knowing it drives you to absolute distraction.
“If there were something, you would tell me, right?” You try, despite his ministrations.
“I like that you worry about me, darlin’, but you don’t have to.” He murmurs sweetly, as you sigh. It does nothing to assuage your worries or fears.
Bradley lives like he’s on borrowed time with you, which in a certain sense he is. Bouncing from deployment to training to detachment, he clearly doesn’t really want to concern himself with the more uncomfortable parts of relationships, choosing to focus on the good and fun things instead.
The problem with that approach is that it’s really hard to scratch the surface of him. It’s been almost a year and half since you’ve met in San Diego. You know Bradley well enough—his favorite music, food, hobbies—but you don’t know him. At least, you don’t feel you do.
You don’t know his friends—Seresin doesn’t count. Bradley mentioned Phoenix a few times, but barely with greater frequency than that he speaks about others in his wing.
When he does talk about Mitchell, it’s on a surface level—they worked on Mitchell’s plane together, had a few beers. But never anything that hints at a deeper relationship, despite it being pretty clear this is not two officers just hanging out in their downtime.
Is it a man thing? A Navy thing? Or just a Bradley thing?
Sometimes you wish there was a book on Bradley where you could just look everything up, so you could understand what makes him tick.
You have considered looking in Bradley’s personnel file—that’s as good as a book on him, right? —but the thought alone feels perverse. Never mind that it’s a massive violation of Bradley’s privacy and trust.
Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.
Patience.
But even yours has a breaking point.
Bradley has been back from deployment for almost six weeks now, and you picked up where you left without a hitch. That’s a good thing, right? Or have you reached a status quo you can’t move on from?
He’s due for a month-long training mission in Texas in 10 days. Always going from place to place. But a month seems child’s play now.
So you spend your Saturday night barhopping with a few of your friends—ending the night swaying in Bradley’s arms to a slow piano song as the bar is closing. He kisses you so sweetly, you think you’ll melt into a puddle onto the dirty dance floor.
The sleep that follows is a deep one. You don’t hear Bradley toss and turn next to you in restless dreams. It’s the break of dawn when the first rays of sunshine peak past the edges of the closed curtains, when you, still in a sleepy stupor, turn to cuddle up to Bradley. He is on his side, back to you.
But the moment your fingers brush up against him, Bradley suddenly jerks up with a half scream stuck in his throat. His elbow flies backward in an uncoordinated flurry of movement, connecting exactly under your right eye.
The sudden impact, shock and subsequent pain make pull back from the source in a sudden motion, the momentum of your panic sending you careening off the edge of the bed.
On your way to the floor, tangled in the covers, your wrist bangs against the nightstand, sending the glass of water on it crashing to the floor with you.
Your body hits the floor with a dull crash. Moaning in pain, you for a second don’t even know where it hurts—everything hurts. Your uninjured hand hovers over the throbbing spot under your eye. Tears sting in your eyes from the pain.
“Darcy!” Bradley sounds panicked as he scrambles over the bed to get to you. His strong hands pull the tangled covers off you, and he lifts you up to your feet. “Sweetheart, are you okay?”
Your eyes meet his. Bradley’s face in wretched in pain and worry. His is breathing heavily, and his brow is sweaty like he’s just been running.
It breaks your heart.
All Bradley can see is your teary eyes, wide from shock. You flinch as he reaches out to you, not noticing his fingers brushing against your banged up wrist.
Oh, god no.
Bradley’s heart is beating in his ears as he sees you pull away, terror in your eyes. He did this. This is his fault. Never did he want to see that scared look on your face again. Let alone with him being the cause of it.
It’s like his worst nightmares have materialized in front of him.
“Darlin’, I’m so sorry…” His voice trails off as he gingerly reaches out to you again. You’ve never heard his voice shake. Hell, you are pretty sure you’ve never seen him unsure or scared of anything. Not like this, at any rate.
“I - it’s okay.” You try to smile, but it aggravates the throbbing spot on your cheek, springing fresh tears in your eyes.
“I’m okay.” You try to sound resolute as you lean into Bradley, grabbing his hand in yours and squeezing it.
“It was an accident.” You try to placate the situation, almost automatically. Bradley’s shaking voice is hurting you more than any budding black eye (oh god, are you going to have to go into work with a shiner?) ever could.
“I’m so, so sorry.” He repeats into your hair in a dejected whisper, as his free arm envelops you. You stand there together in silence for a few moments in the middle of the bedroom, covers in a tangled mess on the ground.
You want to cry. Not from pain. Not even from shock. But you are terrified. Something is wrong. And you don’t think you can fix it. The creeping darkness is now growing into dark clouds in your mind. You fight every tear that threatens to escape you, pressing the unscathed part of your face against Bradley’s chest.
“Can we lay down?” You start carefully, voice somewhat strained. “I want to cuddle.”
Wordlessly, Bradley helps back into the bed, his face drawn. Your heart twists. Picking the covers up, he gently lays it over you before climbing in next to you. His fingers ghost over your face.
“Are you sure you are ok?” His voice is soft, pained.
“Most of the pain is gone.” You assure him. “Does it look bad?”
“It looks… painful.” Bradley concedes, brow knitted in worry. You can still see the worry in his eyes. “Do you want me to get you some ice?”
“In a bit. Just stay here for a moment.” Wiggling your body closer, wrapping your leg over his, you cuddle up, noses almost touching.
“It was an accident, Bradley.” You reiterate, pausing for a second, trying to figure out a way to introduce some levity in the situation. “And I’ve done a lot worse to myself. Remember the box I dropped on my face?” You chuckle.
Bradley doesn’t smile back, but you think can see him relax a little bit.
You are going to need to talk about this.
But not now.
Because you are a coward.
You want to enjoy this moment.
In all its fatal finality.
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“Will you tell me what is going on now?”
Bradley is putting away the clean dishes in the kitchen, while you lean against the wall, mug of coffee in your hand. He turns to face you, features schooled into not betraying a single emotion. Your words hang between you as he looks at you for a moment.
“It’s noth-”
“Don’t say that. Please.” You interject almost desperately, vaguely gesturing to your face. A definite bruise has formed under your eye since this morning, the skin stinging with every move. “It’s something, and it’s getting worse.”
Bradley sighs heavily and turns away from you, both hands leaning heavily on the counter, head down.
You wait in the gut-wrenching silence.
“I… can’t talk about it.” His voice sounds strained.
“Can’t or won’t?” Your voice is soft, barely audible over the sound of your heart beating so loud you are sure the sound is bouncing from the kitchen tiles.
“Darlin’…” Bradley takes a deep breath. You wait for him to continue.
And you wait.
And that’s when your patience fully snaps.
“Well, that’s just the problem, isn’t it? You never talk about anything.” The words come out harsher than intended. But it’s too late to take it back. Bradley head snaps in your direction, and the looks on his face spells thunder.
“Not to me, anyway…” You add lamely, knowing full well you kicked the hornet's nest here.
“What?” He bites out icily.
Fuck.
“What?” You counter, almost surprised.
“What do you want from me, Darcy?” Bradley asks in the same tone that could make water freeze over. He straightens, crossing his arms and starting you down.
It’s too late to back down now anyway.
“I want you to talk to me.” Your anger is rising too. You’ve sat, you’ve waited, you placated—you are due some answers. What do you want from him? How the fuck can he not see? “You shut me out every time I ask you something personal.”
“So me being here with you every moment of my free time is not enough for you?” His voice rises in frustration.
“That has nothing to do with this!” You push back, incredulously. “It’s about you suffering through something, and pushing me away when I try — fuck, I try! — to get through to you.”
“And have you considered that maybe the few fucking days when I’m here, I don’t want to think about that?” Bradley is looking down at you from his position, muscles in his neck taut. He is getting really angry, which only spurs you on.
“Well, it’s not working out so great, is it?” You bite back, feeling the heat rise on your face. Low blow. But you are at the end of your tether here. You can’t go on acting like everything is fine and sit patiently for Bradley to finally make a move.
“Darcy.” The way he says your name in a clipped tone stocks your breath for a moment. “Drop it.”
“No.”
Bradley loves your tenaciousness, how you don’t miss a detail, and how you match him step for step and beat for beat. But right now he absolutely hates it. He doesn’t want to escalate, nerves already frayed after this morning. But you are pushing him into a corner, and you won’t back down now you’ve started. So he retaliates.
“I’m not your little research project,” Bradley spits out venomously, voice low. “Something for you to dig into and pick apart, and fit into your little folders.”
“How dare you.” You push yourself off the wall, planting your feet.
He knows how to get you where it hurts.
“How dare I?” He almost taunts you. “You started this, sweetheart. I gave you an out.”
Bradley can make you feel like the only person that matters in the universe, but when he turns on you, you realize, he can be exceptionally cruel.
“You gave me-,” You splutter in disbelief. “Jesus Christ, Bradley, what do you not get about this?”
You take a deep breath, trying to quell the anger in you, rumbling like a volcano.
“I’m asking you to let me into your life finally, like I’ve let you into mine.”
“Letting me in was your choice.” He shrugs indifferently.
“And you gladly took it.”
“So that binds me to do the exact same?” He cuts back harshly. “I have to match you step for step, or you’ll never be happy?”
“Really? That’s the conclusion you draw from what I just said?” You ask angrily. Bradley clearly has very dramatic interpretations of what you say, and you are sure he’s doing it on purpose, frustrating you to no end.
“Let me spell it out for you, then.” The volcano is raging in you now as you slam down your mug down on the side table, droplets spilling around. “I know nothing about your family, about your friends—hell, I have never even seen where you fucking live.”
Bradley opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off with your tirade.
“And I have to watch you suffer through what is obviously trauma that is getting increasingly worse and you freeze me out on every front.” You are yelling now, eyes blazing with anger. Bradley flinches when you mention trauma, but in doesn’t ground him, instead becoming visibly livid.
“I’m not asking for a tit-for-tat, I just want to help and care for the person that I lo- live with,” You swallow dryly before lamely adding: “Practically.”
The. Fuck. Was. That. Williams!?
However, if Bradley heard you stumble, he gives no outward indication.
Instead, he verbally plunges a knife in you. “And what makes you think it’s anything I want to share with you?”
��Yeah, I can’t imagine.” You retort sarcastically, trying to mask how much his comment hurts.
“You want to know why I don’t talk about my family?” Bradley thunders, fully aware he is twisting the knife now, hurting himself in the process. “Because they’re fucking dead. Since before I graduated from high school.”
He takes a step forward, still staring you down, taking perverse joy in seeing you flinch at the information he just graceless dumped at your feet. He should feel shame for using the death of his own parents as weapon, but at boiling point he can only go on the counteroffensive.
“So maybe you understand now why I don’t like talking about it.” He adds acerbically.
“Bradley…” You start, taken aback.
“No. I don’t want pity —especially not yours.” He cuts you off angrily, voice raised. “I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime.”
“Fine. Forget it then.” You square your shoulders, face burning in absolute fury, heart bleeding from the cuts of Bradley’s words. “I’ll just sit and wait until the next time you take a swing at me in your sleep, so you can tell me it’s nothing again.”
The moment the words leave your mouth, you know how incredibly fucked up it is what you just said. It’s like you just brought down a sledgehammer on the whole situation.
The silence that falls is deafening.
“You won’t have to wait for that anymore, sweetheart.” Voice suddenly eerily calm, Bradley is in motion, pushing past you harshly. You don’t follow, words dying in your throat. By the time you turn around, the front door slams shut with so much force it rattles the paintings on your wall.
Dazed and empty, you stumble into the living room—two wine glasses still stand on the coffee table.
You can’t breathe.
Turning away, trying to shut out everything that reminds you of his presence, you pull out your phone with shaking fingers, scrolling through your contacts.
Dialing, the other end is picked up on the second ring.
“Hey, what’s up?”
Hearing your sister’s happy voice makes you break down. Loudly sobbing, you fall to your knees. No words come out as your anger is overtaken by crushing guilt.
What have you done?
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Bradley moves on autopilot, getting into his car and driving. No matter where. Just away. His mind feels wiped blank by anger.
It is almost an hour outside city limits when he finally calms down enough. He takes the first exit to a gas station and parks. Bradley sits idly in the driver’s seat, head leaned back against the head rest, as he tries to gather his thoughts.
He knew you would confront him eventually.
You are too sharp to let him skate by like that.
But did it have to happen now?
He knows you saw through every distraction. You have been patient.
He just wishes he had more time.
Bradley’s nerves feel shot. He can’t get out of him mind that he hurt you. The black eye you are sporting as you scream at him replays in his mind over and over.
He knew, in his hearts of hearts, he couldn’t do this alone. But he can’t help but think that he lost his strongest ally in you.
Picking up his phone, he decides to go with his gut. Don’t think, just do. He calls the one person he never wanted to rely on anymore. As the call connects, Bradley doesn’t even wait for the greeting.
“Mav, I fucked up.”
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[notes] Not the easiest chapter to write, and I'm not 100% sure I'm actually happy with it. This one in particular and a few other might be subject to some re-writes once the story is done. Mostly not sure about the huge time skip, but I wanted to get to the main story already, so I'll probably explore that more through side stories (which is, incidentally, how I wrote myself into this hole with the timeline in the first place, lmao @ myself). So Where Else Would I Be? actually takes place during this chapter. Anyway, drama galore and lots of asshole behavior from everyone in this chapter, but stay tuned for the next installment choc-full of good advice, bad advice, confusion and shenanigans. Not necessarily in that order, haha. We are nearing the end of the story, but I'm not sure I'm ready to say goodbye to these idiots yet. We'll see.
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