#hope adam makes his life hell 😘

[bklynmusicnerd]

The only good part of Dex being fucking stupid enough to ask Spencer about shared custody was Trina immediately shutting this inane portion of the conversation down by reminding everyone that Spencer is (allegedly) that demon spawn's brother and has no custody rights.

Her complete and total refusal to be dragged along into Spencer's land of daddy-brother delusion is beautiful, and I hope this is the beginning of Trina no longer having to pretend to care about Dex.

[mychemicalrachel]

Hi! For the fic writers questions, 8, 12 and 49, if you want to share! Thank you so much!☺️😘

Ahh hello, thanks so much for asking!!! 🥰🥰

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

Not a song but a entire EP. Broken Bride by LUDO. Its written from the perspective of a man whose significant other died in a car accident and he creates a time machine in order to go back and save her but he ends up crashing in different time periods instead. I've wanted to write it as a fic for ages but haven't had the motivation to take it on. Maybe I should give it a shot...... 🤔

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

PWP 😳😳😳

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

My biggest WIP right now is Extra Ordinary! It kinda sorta follows along the TRC storyline except the focus is on Declan and Adam falling in and out of and back in love 😍 This is from an upcoming chapter;

Adam sat quiet and still, trusting Declan to take care of him. Then he said, “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Trailing a few gentle fingers over the growing bruise, Delcan wished there was something more he could do. He could offer this; his home, his bed, his life, this illusion of safety for as long as it could last. “I’m here,” he said.

And just hoped like hell that was enough.

Adam captured his lips, a silent show of gratitude. A soft kiss with their fates sealed inside.

[fanfic writer asks]

[misspearly1]

Be My Redemption

Chapter v

Paring: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Words: 2,970 (there was a lot more but I cut it down to keep it short 😳)

Warnings: NO MINORS 🔞 18+ Content.

SMUT very light! No PIV... yet 😏. Rubbing on genitalia outside clothing count as smut?

Notes: ahhh omg I stressed over this one but ultimately I’m glad with how I ended this chapter! Also would like to note to my readers I see you liking and/or reblogging my stuff, I massively appreciate it! Thank you 😘 and hope you enjoy this chapter.

Joel -blue

Reader - pink

A strong and bitter smell entered Joels nostrils as he blinked his eyes open, inhaling deeper to take it in, he smelt more of the roasted flavours entering. His brain flashed memories behind his eyes at the scent. There was the usual roast he’d have in the morning and even the shitty blend that his workplace provided in those little foam cups or there is that one time he tried a cinnamon hazelnut combination once, when on a date with a pretty girl. Sitting up now, he recognises the smell all too much, that smell was coffee and he had to have some.  

Following the direction of his senses, he exited the tent and is shot with the sight of you, standing beside the fire, hands shaking slightly to make sure you don’t burn yourself as you’re pouring out a steamy, brown liquid into a metal cup. Walking up to you now to find out if what he smells, is in fact too good to be true “is that what I think it is?”  

The sound of Joel’s footsteps is barely heard as you carefully handle the boiling liquid, shocking yourself as the sound of his voice enters your ears with a question. “Yes, it is what you think Joel. But don't go getting yer hopes up. I don’t have a clue how to do this without my Betty.” Standing right beside you now the smell is more pungent, he’s almost too fearful to speak, in case he wakes up and this is all a dream. “You’re Betty?” you snicker at his second question of the morning, smiling at the thought of his confusion of who the hell Betty is.  

“Betty was this old coffee machine I had; my grandpa gave it to me when I moved into my first home. I don’t know why he called it that, cause’ it didn’t have a brand on it. However, he did used to get his beloved beans from his, ‘dainty and beautiful’ neighbour Elizabeth, I think that’s how he came up with it” Joel sees the adoration in your eyes as you tell the story, a little snippet of your former life and only nods his head. He then suggests to help, holding out his hands in front of him “may I?”

“I honestly thought you never ask. Please, by all means, show me how it’s done.” stepping back now, you let him take over and watch attentively as he strains the grounded coffee properly, he looks like he’s done this a million times in his sleep and the sight of it amazes you.  

It's just coffee y/n, calm down.

“See now, the trick is delicacy. You done a good job at breaking down the beans to fine grains but straining it can be very difficult. You gotta do it just right, otherwise it can be too bitter or just brown tasteless water... Here, try this” through his explanation he finishes pouring and hands you a cup. Bringing it to your nose first to smell before taking a light sip, when the hot coffee hits your tongue, instantly your eyes close at the sensation. Euphoric and flavoursome. “Wow...” *Takes another sip*   “This. This is coffee, Joel.”  

“Um hm” humming into his own cup as he agrees, you both stay silent as you drink your way through your morning cups of joe, your eyes drift to the man unconsciously as he practically devours his own. The liquid leaving a wet trail over his lips, a single drop had clung to the corner of his mouth before rolling down his beard as you watched his adam’s apple bobbing with his last gulp, setting the cup down and exhaling, ahhh.  

“You... uh, you got a little something there.” you pointed out to the coffee stain on his face before lifting your own cup, hiding your grin behind it and finishing off the dregs. After wiping his face, he then lifts up his left hand, pulls back the sleeve of his shirt to look at his watch. The action makes you wonder at what point will he depart and go his own way, leaving you to find your friends on your own.

The silent agreement was to help each other out of the city, no mention of him joining you. So, you shouldn’t expect him to stay, shouldn’t expect him to help you further or shouldn’t expect him to feel the same way you do. Part of you hopes he will be straight and honest, to just decide for you, instead of leaving the feeling of uncertainty hanging above our heads.  

“it's 6:05am, If we pack up and leave now, you will be at Mount Vernon by the afternoon, shouldn’t take you much longer to get to the campus from there” there it was, the ‘you’ will be at Mount Vernon and not ‘we’. You drop your head and nod to him but he continues “Ill join you till I can find a working car or at least figure out where the hell it is that I'm heading.” Lifting your head now, you find his eyes and hold back the smile that’s pulling ever so hard on your muscles, but you hold back and say “Okay, that sounds fair.”  

Nothing else was added to that as you both made your way out of the triage, you both walked in silence, again, as you made your way to Mount Vernon. Unknowing to you, Joel had his own questions keeping him from sleep last night, asking himself whether or not he should join you, after a while contemplating it, sleep finally came to him and he figured he’d have his answer by morning. But when a painful dream about Sarah reminded him once again how letting people get close can hurt him, he held off on his choice for now. Even then, after sharing a coffee with you, hearing your story about your grandpa and also seeing you sad just moments ago, he held off on his choice for now.  

It was around about noon when you entered the heart of Mount Vernon, standing in the desolate, lonely and grassy streets that was littered with cars – thankfully none that worked – over turned busses and many abandoned stores. Suggesting to Joel that the MV Police Department is a worthwhile place to take a break and maybe even find something useful inside, doubtful, but your optimism outgrew the scepticism in this particular moment.

He agreed nonetheless and this is where you are now, inside the basement of the building, doing a quick essential sweep to make sure it's safe before having some food, a drink and to take another look at the map. The one you found in a truck that Joel was checking over to see if it met the needs for travel. It didn’t, thankfully. He continued on with you and here you are, flabbergasted at the sight before you, during your sweep of the police department, it was a genny.  

Racing to the generator you immediately found the pull string, yanked on it and then scratched your head when there was no sound at all. “Fuck, it’s probably got no juice, there’s got to be some around here somewhere.” as you make your way back to the main floor of the building, you’re met with Joel standing beside the front desk waiting for you, and lo and behold a cannister held in his hand. “Hey, I found this beside a dead guy with a note stating ‘use it wisely’ whatever that means, figured I'd keep it in case I find a working car.”  

“Joel, this is a blessing! I found a genny in the basement.” spaced out at your point he asks “and? What about it.” you step close to him now placing a hand on his shoulder and turn him to a set of doors located in the back right corner of the room “You see that there, what does that say? Locker room. I’m betting there is showers in there.” still not seeing the point you're making you convey further sarcastically “Genny makes electricity, electricity makes water hot, hot water equals hot shower, hot shower equals a very happy Y/N and a not so stinky Joel. Yay, thank you Y/N!”  

Seemingly unbothered by your tone he finally speaks out “I don’t know if that’s a good idea” oh my lord this man is complicated. “Joel, when was the last time you had a shower? Hm? C’mon, it’s a luxury in this world to take a piss let alone take a shower, I'll take first watch while you have a splash, whadd’ya say?” His point wasn’t deterred, snatching the cannister from his hands and taking off running was the only way to get him to relent.

Ten minutes later after an earful from Joel, a couple of failed attempts from yourself at pulling on the cord and pleading with the man to do it himself, the generator was up and running. Now you were hastily making your way back up the stairs to check out the locker room, praying that there were indeed showers inside. Pushing the door open, the anxiety melted away from your body as you dashed through, ignoring the warnings from Joel to wait, you ran to the first stall and twisted the nob and stepped back. After a couple seconds of cold water, the pipes rattled and groaned then finally it stopped and hot water sprayed out creating a steamy atmosphere.  

You twirled, jumping up and down on the spot squealing to Joel, the sight of it causing him to drop his head into his hands and hide the smile at your child like reaction to hot water, like a cave man discovering fire for the first time. When you stopped, you asked if he’d like to go first and he refused, making your brows scrunch but then he quickly added “after, I'll take first watch. You seem more excited for this than I am anyways.” you didn’t complain, in fact you hurled your backpack off your shoulder and made a point to shoo him back out the door, grinning widely as you thanked him.  

Joel stopped himself from booting his way through the door when he heard you scream, seconds later he heard you cry out “I found soap! OMFG! Someone is looking down on us today, Joel. Happiest. Day. Of. My. Life.” Concealed behind the door, Joel beams at your delight, at your buzzing ramblings about the experience of a shower after so long. Inside you watched as the water cascaded down your body and the streaky lines of dirt going with it, pooling at your feet before swirling away down the drain.  

Grabbing the soap, you ran it up and down your body, violently, impatiently getting off the grime situated in every nook and crevice. Then rolling it around your hand a couple times to bubble it up before gently lathering your face, stepping under the shower to feel the heat run down your head and your back. Swiping the inside your ears, in between the toes, under the finger nails and finally finishing off with cleaning your private area with just water, you step out and begin to dry.  

After a couple moments, you exit and meet Joel who is still where you left him, sitting atop an unknown detective's desk and you smiled “Your turn. Left the soap on the dish inside” Switching positions with him, you sat down and watched as he entered the room, turn and place a hand on the handle. Giving him one last smile with a thumbs up before he shut the door, you could hear the shuffling from inside and you didn’t miss the sound if his zipper being pulled down and definitely didn’t miss how that made you blush either, the thought of him naked entered your mind and you quickly denounced it.  

The man’s probably taking his first shower in months, maybe longer Y/N. Jeez, stop it with your vulgar thoughts – thinking to yourself inwardly  

Then you stiffened, shocked to a standstill while running fingers through your hair when you heard him groan, deep and gruff over the sounds of running water. Pupils blown wide as you told yourself you didn’t feel a palpable pulse within your heat when you then heard him muttering “oh fuck” under the spray. Shaking your head, you scolded yourself at turning such a normal thing into something sexual but you couldn't help wonder if he did the same with you. As you remembered your own sounds you made, blushing at thinking it may have turned him on when you moaned, innocently, at the feeling of the water hitting your skin.  

Another grumble bellowed out in the midst of your musings; this one was different though, it was growly and low, like a dog snarling and it didn’t come from Joel. It came from behind you. Turning round ever so slowly, your eyes lock onto the source, it was a Bloater. A large, fat, mushroom like covered beast swaying on the spot staring right at you, it screeched inwards deeply before barking out a roar, then leaning back and producing something from its mouth and launching it to your direction, erupting upon landing and creating a momentary gas cloud. “BLOATER” you called out while running out of the cloud, hand over your mouth so you don’t breathe in the spores. “JOEL! BLOATER”  

As you ran towards the other side of the room, jumping over tables and desks the Bloater followed, you yelled out again “Joel, it threw a spore at the door, be careful.” you barely heard him say ‘alright’ over the monsters grunting yowl as it stumbled towards you and picking up momentum. You let it get as close as possible before diving to the right, out of the way letting it tumble over. Standing quickly, you chanced a look behind you “Joel, its dispersing, get out here and help me!”  

Swinging the door open he barrelled out, holding his shirt over his face with a gun in his hand and stalled when he saw the sight before him. The Bloater was already on its feet and charging towards his direction, he raised his gun and let loose on the trigger.  

*pop* *pop* *pop* *pop*

Only able to fire off four shots, he too, dived out of the way at the last second but the beast didn’t slow down and was a hairline too close to grabbing Joel. You had a moment during the manoeuvre to grab the last two cocktails from your bag, lighting the rag and then throwing one at the belly of the infected creature. It tossed and turned as the fire covered its body, you ran up towards a desk and yelled for Joel to help, seeing your plan of action he wasted no time in joining you. The Bloater had squirmed his way in front of a window and together you and Joel pushed the table hard, scraping along the floor it gave the necessary nudge needed to push it against the window, shattering it instantly and it fell out the ledge onto the street.  

After reloading his gun, Joel shot it another two times in the head, this time more accurately given the proximity and its wallowing stopped. “Joel I -” he stopped you in your tracks, holding a hand out to you and then turned to face you, he shook his head as he throws his shirt over his shoulder “I knew this was a bad idea”  

You stared at him wide eyed, “I didn’t plan for this to happen, Joel” emotions are soaring through your veins, one of them that is standing out from the rest is frustration. His eyes are tearing into your soul. “But you prepare for it! You expect the unexpected” he steps closer to you during his rant and you step back with him.  

When he breezes past you, smacking your ass hard eliciting a yelp to escape your lips, you turn to protest as he enters the locker room but when he turns swiftly, pointing a finger in the air you’re stopped by him “always expect the unexpected Y/N,” He winks before he then shuts the door to resume his shower.  

Dumbstruck by the encounter you’re speechless to say anything else, even five minutes later when he exits the shower, you’re still at a loss for words. Leaving MV Police Department with him, you couldn’t think on what to say, feeling his handprint burned onto your ass now fading away is all you could think about and how you want to feel it again. So, walking in front of him now and fed up of the uncertainty, finally building enough courage to do something about it, about his teasing-asshole like-flirting remarks, about leaving you on edge all the time, questioning whether he indeed feels the same way or not, you take the opportunity to inflict the same treatment on him, to tease him.  

Halting your walk and turning to face him, you place your hand on his chest then push him backwards to the hood of a car and finally smash your lips against his. He groans deeply into the kiss when you slip your tongue inside, swirling it around with his own. When his hands find purchase on your hips, you grab a hold of them, slamming them on the hood, to then start rubbing his growing erection over the fabric of his clothes, which makes him gasp. As the kiss gets rougher and he grows even harder you stop your actions all together and step back, smirking widely at him, upon seeing his face contort in question as he readjusts himself in his pants, you say -

“Did you expect that, Joel?”

Chapter 6

@kirsteng42 😘