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savannahsdeath · 1 year ago

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hii i have a little ellie request. so can we maybe have an enemies to lovers where reader and ellie “hate each other” but in reality ellie just wants to be with reader and she ends up using the strap roughly bc reader didn’t wanna confess after years? (sorry this seems long😭)

i absolutely love this idea omg??

ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

PART1ONE

part 2two

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! smut, 'enemies' to lovers, strap (r!receiving), mean!ellie kinda??, rough!ellie, reader is also mean at first !!

writers note: i love receiving requests like yall are so creative and idkk its just easier to write a req than my own idea🫣🫣 also this turned out to be longer than i expected (my longest fanfic yet!) but even the anon said it seems long so ig thats how its supposed to be🙏

It was another PE lesson you hate so much. It wouldn't be that bad, if not the fact that you're in the same team with Ellie. Ellie fucking Williams.

She would get mad at you for every little mistake you made. You absolutely hated her.

You had to admit she was... pretty. Especially when she had the mix of mad and stern expression on her face. Sometimes you provoked her just to watch her insult every little thing about you she could but you didn't mind. You just sat there with a smirk, sometimes making a mockingly worried face to piss her off even more. Sometimes. Sometimes you weren't in mood for that and you'd actually get offended. Sometimes even hurt. But you couldn't really blame her, that's how it works.

This day, you were literally rescuing your team. Every point was because of you. Every 'that was close' situation was only 'close' because of you. But your luck, or whatever made you win, had to run out eventually. You missed one time.

"What happened? Got holes in your hands? Tired? Not so good anymore?" Ellie asked you with that mocking tone.

Everyone ignored your interaction - they knew what's starting and they didn't want to get involved in that.

"I've done pretty much everything for this team, and the only thing you do is complain, Williams." You said and you could feel your temper rising.

Ellie didn't hesitate to respond to that.

"Well at least I don't do a half-ass job like you. You're really so full of yourself, aren't you? Why not just give up and let someone actually capable take over, huh?" She barked sarcastically.

The other team members didn't even try to hide their excitement now, they just sat back and enjoyed the show, even the teacher was having a hard time holding back the grin on his face whenever Ellie came up with a new insult.

And now, there was no going back.

"Oh, I'm sorry Williams, did your precious little ego get hurt from that? Are my skills threatening your so-called pride? Well if you don't like it, suck it up." You shot back.

If this kept up, you were going to end up with another detention for sure. Everyone knew that you two were like oil and water, but nobody really expected you to get into a shouting match over PE class. Especially, not this early in the morning.

The teacher finally decided that it was enough trouble, and he stepped between the two.

"Ladies, settle down! If you can't figure out how to work well together in a simple PE session, then you'll need more than one detention to figure it out. Go sit down." He ordered, and you two sat down, next to each other.

As if following a silent order, all the other students just went about their business and pretended like nothing had happened.

"You should learn how to shut up sometimes." You said quietly, nervously playing with your fingers.

"You should stop thinking you're so damn important." She snapped back, completely ignoring your advice as she stared at you with the same icy cold look as before.

The teacher came over to the two of you and handed you a form, which you quickly read over. "Maybe it's rough but that's what you both deserve after arguing in every single class. And if that won't help... I don't know what will. Someone will check in on you from time to time, so don't even think about anything, understood?."

In short, the file was saying you'll have spent a month after school doing little school works, like cleaning the gym, with her. It was a frequent way of dealing with problematic students in your school.

You weren't even surprised - the teacher was right. Your little bickers were the main gossip topic and there was no way they'll go unnoticed.

Still, you couldn't help but frown.

"You've got to be kidding me." You muttered under your breath. Spending a month after school doing odd jobs with Ellie was literally the last thing you wanted to do. You knew there was some sort of punishment coming, but this was extreme.

Ellie overheard your muttering, and she rolled her eyes. "It's just a bunch of cleaning, what's wrong, can't handle a little hard work?" She mocked.

"And why are you so happy? Maybe you wished to spend more time with me?" You chuckled, finally looking up at her.

Ellie seemed caught off guard, but she quickly recomposed herself. "Who said I was happy? Sure, I'll love to see you grovel and scrub floors while I sit back and relax." She replied in a sarcastic tone.

You decided to press your advantage, and give Ellie a dose of her own medicine. "Aww, is someone actually admitting that they like spending time with me? I'm so honored." You said with an overdramatized fake fluster.

Ellie didn't even let you finish your sentence before she cut in with her usual sarcastic tone. "Pfff, don't get so ahead of yourself there." She chided. Even then, you could hear some slight annoyance in her voice.

Ellie may have been a jerk, but there was something about her you couldn't help but like. You couldn't explain it, but you liked this banter between the two of you.

Oh, who were you trying to lie to? You liked her. You were just good at hiding it.

You were just about to open your mouth to respond to Ellie's last snarky remark, when you were cut off again.

"Enough."

You both turned to see the teacher staring at the two of you. He sounded more annoyed than before, and you decided it was better to stop your feud before you got in any more trouble.

"You two are already going to spend a month together doing odd jobs. The last thing we need is for you to add another week to that sentence." He warned.

You wanted to say something back, but you decided to shut up before the teacher had to make it worse. You and Ellie just looked at each other for a couple of seconds, before you rolled your eyes and got up from your seat.

After a few more classes, the time of fulfilling your penalty came. You sat down at the gym benches, waiting for Ellie. You waited, and waited, but no one came.

Ellie was faster than you with getting up. She smirked and said; "Well it's not like you actually had anything worth saying anyway, so it's easier for you." With that parting jab, she walked out of the gym.

You expected something like that from her, so you stood up and a few minutes later you were standing in front of her room. You knocked to the door, patiently waiting for her to answer.

After a few moments, you heard footsteps, before the door finally opened. Ellie stood in front of you, her face as annoyed as ever.

"What do you want?" she grumbled, clearly not in the mood to be bothered right now.

"Uh, hello? We're supposed to be doing the clean-up, remember? You haven't forgotten, right?" You said, trying to stay as polite as you could.

She sighed and motioned for you to come in, clearly not ready to go just yet.

You slowly stepped into Ellie's room, your eyes taking in the decorations and mess. It was clear that this was Ellie's world, but you couldn't help but feel a slight curiosity towards her.

"So, why exactly weren't you at the gym?" You asked, finally breaking the tension. You didn't want her thinking you were here to start another argument.

"I had stuff to do." Was the terse response you were met with, nothing else.

"Yeah, of course." You rolled your eyes. "Your room could use some cleaning too."

Ellie smirked when your tone turned from polite to annoyed when she gave you her response, but you couldn't help but notice that she slightly recoiled when you mention how messy her room was. For someone with such a sharp tongue, she sure wasn't enjoying that same kind of treatment.

"Oh yeah? So maybe we should have you clean my room instead." She shot back.

"Actually, boarding school is still school, so that'd count too." You smirked, not so sarcastically anymore. You'd really rather stay in her room than running all over the building with a mop and dirty cloths.

Ellie raised one eyebrow at your reply, clearly not expecting you to just accept it without some kind of snarky remark or argument.

"Alright then." She replied simply, and she walked over to her bed and started to clear out the clutter. You couldn't really deny that her room was in a pretty messy state.

You explored the room, looking for something to start with.

Just then, near other scattered clothes, you saw feminine underwear. Clearly not hers.

"Um, Ellie..." You laughed. "Who's this?"

She walked up to you, not seeming surprised or embarrased at all. "I dunno. There's lots of girls visiting." She smirked.

You knew the smart thing to do would be just to drop the topic, but your curiosity got the best of you. Just who was Ellie Williams hanging out with?

"Really? And how many of them leave a pair of underwear in your room as a souvenir?" You asked, trying to keep a straight face, but you couldn't help but be amused by the situation.

Ellie just laughed, and you couldn't help but grin at her confidence in that moment.

"If you're asking if I'm dating someone," Ellie said, looking at you with an amused expression, "then no. I wouldn't call it dating."

You knew Ellie was always too stubborn and proud to just admit it normally, so you decided to push her just a little bit further.

"So it's not just a single person then? What's it? A new girl every day?" you asked with a smirk, knowing you'd hit a nerve there.

The slight flicker of annoyance on Ellie's face told you that you'd hit the mark.

"So what if it is? Are you jealous?" She teased in response, just adding fuel to the fire.

Now, she had the smirk on her face, and you just knew you'll regret what you started.

"Not really. Everyone knows you fuck every girl in the school anyways. Well, almost every." You suggestively pointed at yourself. "That's honestly sad. You should focus on one person, don't you think?"

Ellie took this as a challenge, she just couldn't resist it when you made yourself the exception.

"Oh, you think you're a special case? How cute." She snickered, and you couldn't help but feel somewhat pleased with that response after how much you two had been annoying each other for the past month.

"What do you think, should I consider dating you? It seems like you're interested, isn't that why you keep sticking around?" She asked, looking at you, knowing very well what kind of effect her words were gonna have on you.

"Me? Interested? You're the one finding excuses to talk to me every day, even if it's just another argument!" You shook your head and looked down, trying to hide that your smirk turns into a honest smile.

You felt Ellie's eyes studying your face as you tried to hide your genuine happiness, you tried to play it off, but you knew that it wasn't working in your favor. You couldn't even deny it, because it was true, you were interested in Ellie. Maybe not at first, but after spending time together, you grew to like her, her arrogance, her wit, the snarky smile on her face... and her eyes.

"Oh, so you do care!" She quickly cut in, sensing your weakness as your smile grew.

"Come on, don't tell me you've been enjoying this little game of ours, haven't you? Don't you look forward to it every day? Don't you love the adrenaline that kicks in when you're about to say something that's bound to start an argument?" She asked, taking a step closer to you and lowering her voice.

You could almost see the sparks fly as the two of you stared at each other, both feeling the tension in the air. You were almost tempted to take her up on the offer, but your pride got the best of you.

"You're just full of yourself, aren't you? Thinking everybody craves that attention." You said after taking a deep breath.

Ellie just smiled and walked straight to you, getting up close and personal.

"Well, I know you want it. So stop putting up a facade and admit it."

"I'm not like these sluts you fuck, Williams." You said, trying to keep your voice steady and calm.

Ellie just smirked in response. "You're right, you're not like them. You're better than them. And maybe you are a little special, considering how much you manage to piss me off everyday." She took a step back and looked you up and down. "I kinda like it." She said, and you couldn't help but feel your heart rate go up a little when she said that.

You just stared back at Ellie, not really sure what else to say in this situation. Both of your egos were too big to give the other one satisfaction, and neither would be making the first move.

She finally spoke up; "Your turn to be honest now. Admit you're into me."

She was awfully close to you now, daring you to say something.

"Don't push it, Ellie." You told her confidently, and even though you really wanted to say it, your pride was holding you back from admitting it.

Ellie just smirked and moved even closer to you, until her face was just an inch away from yours. "Say it." She whispered.

You felt your heart pounding faster as you just looked at her, not able to break her stare.

You shook your head. "No way."

She just chuckled at your response. "I knew you'd say that. And now, I'm gonna make you say it yourself."

Before you could even comprehend what was happening, Ellie pulled you close, just enough to make your lips meet. You just stood there, completely stunned by how bold she was, but at the same time, the feeling of her lips against yours was so new and so good as well. You hadn't felt this type of rush before, and you didn't want it to end.

You couldn't stop yourself from letting out a gasp followed by a moan into the kiss, which made her even bolder.

"I'll show you how lucky those so-called by you sluts are." She whispered after pulling away from you, but not for long.

While Ellie's mouth aggresively covered yours, you felt her slowly pushing you towards the bed.

You were barely able to think now, as your adrenaline was pumping through your whole body. Your back hit the mattress, and Ellie continued to push you down as she climbed up onto the bed on top of you.

That's when it hit you.

You realized that your little feud with Ellie wasn't going to end after all, except this time you weren't fighting her.

Instead, you were just enjoying the moment with someone you could almost call a friend.

It felt like there was nothing else in the universe, just a rush of new sensations that you didn't want to end.

Ellie was the one in control now, as you felt her body pressing up against you, her lips pressing against yours, her hands moving around your body without hesitation. You weren't even thinking straight anymore, you just let her embrace you, letting her take control entirely.

You felt her break the kiss for a moment, just to whisper something in your ear. "Say it."

You knew what she wanted you to say, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do so.

Before you could answer, you felt her slowly undressing you. Her lips were tracing paths along your throat, not letting you let out a logical word from it - only little whimpers.

You felt every curve of her body as you felt her lips against your neck, every touch sending chills down your spine.

When you felt her hands move towards your pants, you felt your body respond in the only way you could.

You couldn't think of anything else but her embrace, her warm breath against your neck, and your body slowly being freed from clothing.

Ellie knew exactly how to push your buttons.

Before you could catch your breath, you were left shaking, as her hand slipped into your underwear, which was soon on the floor too. She was teasing your clit in almost painful slow way, watching you squirm.

"Speak up, babe." She whispered mockingly.

But you couldn't. Not because you didn't want, or because your ego didn't let you - you just couldn't. You even asked yourself 'What does this girl wants from me?' as you already forgotten her previous wish. You just weren't thinking straight.

"Come on, do this for me." She kept looking at you with overdramatic concern. You saw her fastening her belt and sliding of her jeans, revealing an obviously-way-too-big strap, which purple color didn't surprise you at all as you imagined it the same way in your dreams.

When you finally came back to your senses, you constructed a whole full sentence answer. But as soon as she saw you opening your mouth to speak up, she slid a few inches of her toy into your soaking cunt. Your planned reply quickly got replaced with another gasp.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" She smirked, her hips started thrusting. She had some sympathy for you, so she didn't make it too painful, but she wasn't also so merciful.

You cried out, at first clenching your thighs from surprise, but she was too strong for you to actually succeed.

You leaned your head back against the pillow, squeezing your eyes shut causing a few of your pathetic tears soak into the sheets.

She held your hips, so she won't miss your sensitive spot, but her grip was so hard you swore you can already see the bruises creating right beneath her fingers.

"Honestly, I'm really happy it ended like that. You have no idea how often I'd imagine you instead of some random girl. But it's good to have you really there." She chuckled, not slowing down but not speeding up either.

Your eyes opened wide at this confession. Before today, the nicest thing she said to you was 'what's wrong?', even though it was in an obviously mocking way. And know it turns out she liked you for a long time. Just like you liked her.

"W...Wh- What?" You managed to stutter out, leaning on your elbows to look at her before your vision turned blurry again so you fell back on the pillow.

"You didn't know?" She laughed. "I mean, you were always oblivious, so I shouldn't be shocked but... I thought it was clear." She was speaking slower than usual as every single word coming from her mouth was synced with the moves of her hips. While saying this simple thing, she pushed her strap into you at least twenty times. And she wasn't taking her time, oh, no. She was fast and rough, like you're just a sex toy without feelings. Did you mind? Hmmm...

When you started getting used to the size of her cock and your mind wasn't completely blank anymore, you remembered one important thing your PE teacher said. 'Someone will check in on you from time to time, so don't even think about anything.' None of you were either at the gym or putting up flyers around school. They're going to think you ditched it. Even though you'd rather get into more trouble than end whatever you were doing now, you felt you need to tell Ellie, just in case.

"El-s..." You moaned out and quickly realised it won't be easy.

"What is it?" She asked, seeming honestly interested in what you got to say. "Ready to admit you're absolutely obsessed with me?"

You clenched your fists, squeezing the bed sheets between your fingers.

"Th- no... We should..." You couldn't help but cry out again.

As soon as she heard the two keywords - 'we should' (and she hated when someone was telling her what to do, so that pissed her off) - she understood what you're trying to say.

"Behave? Fulfill our duties? Or...?" She chuckled.

You wanted to speak up, just to not feel so vulnerable as you really were. You only managed to mumble 'we' before one of her hands started rubbing your clit, just like at the start - painfully slow. The feeling made your thighs tense and move closer to each other, wanting to close the gap between them. But Ellie didn't let that happen as she quickly separated your legs.

Her hips also didn't stop moving, and all the sensations connected made you go silent again. Well, not silent - unable to speak. And that were two completely different things.

"I'd take that as a 'we should continue what we're doing right now'. Isn't that what you want?" Even though you're eyes were closed, you could feel her intense stare on you. Then, her mocking tone came back. "What is it with you being so quiet all of sudden? You spent a few of the past years yelling at me, and you can't even say a word now?"

"I ju-st..." You said but then she hit your g spot again, and again, and again... making you go silent.

Your stomach started feeling funny - probably because of how deep in it Ellie's strap was. At this point, you thought you can even feel it in your throat and that's what's blocking your words from coming out. But the funny feeling had a different origin - your release was getting awfully close, and it didn't go unnoticed.

"We're going to have lots of fun this month." She whispered, leaning in to stroke your cheek.

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omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts · 2 years ago

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It’s Been a Long, Long Time ❥

Pairing: Pre!Outbreak Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re the school nurse at Sarah’s middle school and you’re volunteered to chaperone the school dance alongside her father, Joel Miller. After some other teachers upset you there, he makes a point of showing you how he feels while also teaching those assholes a lesson.

A/N: okay so i know i just wrote one but you guys were so sweet in the notes :) *sobbing* and im obsessed with him so another Joel Miller fic for you, this one’s more fluffy tho here’s a sweet, smutty one, inspired by that one scene in “The Lost Husband” YALL KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT, enjoy and feedback as always is appreciated >~< i cant stop writing him PREPARED TO BE SICK O’ ME

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, fluff, cheesy, just absolute fuckin fluff, mentions of death, months pre-outbreak, language, reader is insulted, slight angst, mentions of alcohol, slight age gap, reader has panic attack, public making out, jealous!reader, Joel loves his pet names, he talks you through it, oral f! receiving, p in v, praise, unprotected sex, y’all it’s a lot

You sip on your mug full of sugary coffee and rub your temple, tired from a night of little sleep. That’s when Sarah Miller, your favorite student, patient, and professional instigator, strides through your office doors with a big smile on her face.

You open up your snack drawer with an affectionate roll of your eyes, grab a pack of skittles, and throw it her way.

She catches it mid-air and sits down on the bed by your door, kicking her feet while she pops only the red ones into her mouth.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble one of these days, hun,” you breathe a laugh.

“Don’t worry,” she sighs, still grinning. “I’m on my lunch break and I finished it fast so I could come see you.”

You smile softly behind the rim of your mug, “Well, I’m glad to see you. What is it that you’re smiling so much about?”

“Awe,” she points to your mug. “You’re using the mug I got you.”

You look at the front of the mug, the words, “World’s Greatest Grandma”, on the front of if it with the word Grandma scratched out with a wash-proof marker and replaced with “Nurse”. She claimed she couldn’t find one that said what she wanted so she had to get creative. It makes you laugh every time you pick it up.

“It’s my most prized possession,” you nod, matching her expression. “Now answer my question.”

She leans forward, having finished off all the red skittles, and hands it back to you so you can eat the rest.

She says it in one, hyperactive breath, “I got my dad to volunteer at the school dance!”

You choke a bit on your coffee.

Setting down the bag of skittles and your mug, you look up at her and chuckling, “Why would you want to do that? Don’t most kids want their parents far away from their homecoming?”

She shakes her head like you’re not getting what she’s saying, exasperated, “I invited him for you, Nurse y/n.”

“I- Why would you-” you let out a nervous laugh before pulling yourself together. “Sarah. Why would you invite him for me, sweetheart?”

“Because you like him,” she props her head up against the wall behind her, a sly little smirk on her lips. She crosses her legs. “Obviously.”

You sip your coffee, a small scoff leaving you, “I don’t have a crush on your father, Ms. Miller. Since when do you play matchmaker, huh?”

“Since he asks about you like all the time,” she groans. “I told him that you’re coming and he basically dropped everything to come.”

Heat blooms in your face but you clear your throat and feign nonchalance despite it. It would be incredibly unprofessional for you to have a juvenile, little crush on a student’s father. Even if he is incredibly handsome, sweet, charming, funny, and a wonderful, single father to his little girl who you also have a soft spot for.

But you do and you’re convinced it’s a bit bigger than a little one. You don’t act on it though because you’ve kidded yourself into thinking it would go away, wither from neglect like a dying plant with no sun. However, that hasn’t worked out very well so far.

Sarah doesn’t miss the flush in cheeks and the small smile you dawn before maintaining your composure once again. She decides to hold onto this information instead of call you out because she’s nothing if not devious. She’s very observant for a 14 year old, you’re sure she gets it from her sharp father.

He doesn’t let anything get past him, like hair in your face that he pushes away for you, a fallen eyelash on your cheek, your shoelace undone, your ponytail getting loose and about to fall out, and whatever else. It’s been almost an entire school year of this, going on field trips, meetings, him picking Sarah up from school when she’s sick (whether she fakes it or not), and around your shared neighborhood because even if it was big in Austin, Texas, he made it feel so damn small.

And now Sarah says this and you can’t contain your excitement. But also your nerves were shot, you haven’t felt this way about someone in a long time. It scares the hell out of you.

“I’m not volunteering,” you laugh. “Why’d you lie to him?”

“Because I’m going to convince you to come,” she raises her eyebrows. “Please, please, please, please!” she clasps her hands together. “I’ll buy you all the skittles you want, I’ll take the red ones out of all of them for you, too!”

“What if I’m busy?”

“I know you’re not.”

You gasp, “Rude, Sarah! I should write you up for that,” you tease.

She smiles, “Come on, you can come and wear a pretty dress, drink punch, and eat free food. What’s not to like?”

“The bitchy moms and other teachers, for one thing-” you put a hand over your mouth. “I’m so sorry, Sarah. I shouldn’t have said that,” you chuckle, embarrassed, with your face in your hands.

She waves you off, “My father cusses like a sailor and I won’t tell. I don’t like anyone that works here besides you, anyway.”

“Well, now I feel like I have to,” you relent with a sigh, mulling it over. She was right in that you didn’t have anything to do, so what was the risk here?

She looks at you expectantly, mustering up puppy dog eyes to persuade you.

“If I go... no teasing me and your dad. He and I are just good friends,” you say, which is at least half true. “We enjoy each other’s company, nothing more.”

“Uh-huh,” she says in a sing-song, knowing voice, fingers crossed behind her back. “Sure, Nurse y/n. I promise.”

“I’m serious,” you point at her, taking the last sip of your coffee just as the class bell rings. “Now get out of here and go to math.”

She groans in protest but hops down from the table anyway and fakes being dizzy, “What if I have a fever?” She coughs.

“Then walk it off,” you chuckle, knowing she’s lying. “See you tonight, Sarah.”

She grins widely, waving, running out, “Bye! Dad and Nurse Y/n sitting in a tree-”

“Sarah!”

~~~

Walking into the schools’ gymnasium, you’re almost shaking with nerves when you walk in. You feel like a teenager again, anxious and waiting for someone to ask you to dance.

You slipped on a black slip dress with white trim at the ends and the sweetheart neckline, it hugs your body nicely and accentuates curves, dips, and makes your skin glow with a red sweater that hits at your waist and matches your red, strappy heels. Your hair is pulled back with barrettes to show off your makeup and fresh curls.

The dance has already started thirty minutes ago, so everyone’s already dancing and having fun to the child-friendly music that the DJ spins for the room. You pick up a red solo cup filled with crappy fruit punch and spot Sarah in the crowd with a few of her friends.

She waves enthusiastically in your direction before running over to you and hugging your side. “You look so pretty, Nurse Y/n!”

“Thank you, sweetheart. So do you!” you hug her back, trying the punch and wincing at the off-taste. “Tonight, you can just call me Y/n, if you want.”

She smiles, glowing at your arrival, “My dad’s over there talking to another parent. I’ll go tell him you’re here.”

You look up when she says this and meet his eyes from across the room, which means he was already looking. Joel Miller cracks a lopsided smile at you, excuses himself from his conversation with a pestering mom, and crosses the room to the two of you.

He’s wearing a red flannel shirt, rolled up on his burly forearms, tucked into a pair of dark jeans with a black belt holding the pants up. His hair is slightly wet from a shower, you presume, and he smells of aftershave and smoke and cedar wood. He looks so good, standing in front of you with those all-encompassing brown eyes, you think you might cry.

Those said eyes fall over you, and admire your dress, your hair, your everything. He looks down at his daughter, watching you both with avid attention.

“Don’t you have friends to get back to, chick?” he cocks an eyebrow down at his scheming daughter.

She rolls her eyes, smoothing out her blue dress. Her hair is braided into a bun at the back of her head, matching teal flowers pinned in her curls. “Okay, dad. Have fun!”

She races back to her group of friends and leaves you and Joel alone, two awkward adults who feel like kids again.

“You did her hair tonight?” you smile softly, gushing a bit now. “It looks so nice.”

He flushes and scratches the back of his neck, “Thank you. I tried my best, she did most of it. I just wanted tonight to be perfect for her. She forced me to come, though.”

“She got me, too,” you tilt your head, biting back a grin. “She should be a lawyer when she grows up, this kid.”

He looks out at her dancing with her friends and smiles fondly, “She would be great.” His eyes fall back down to you, “You look beautiful... by the way.”

You beam, “Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself, too, Joel.”

A blush spreads across his nose and cheeks, “Thanks. I was worried it was too simple and that I should have worn a suit... I didn’t know if it was nice enough to-”

You place your hand on his arm to stop his rambling, “You look great. Seriously. Don’t worry, all the moms and teachers will still drool over you.”

He pinches his brow when he stares down at you. You get the sudden urge to smooth out the small wrinkle between his eyebrows, ease his tensions.

“Really?” he pins you down with his stare, but his dark eyes are glittering with amusement. “You’re way off base, sweetheart, I promise you. None of them think of me like that.”

You ignore the heat blooming in your chest at the nickname, he used it often but it never failed to make your brain short-circuit, “They all talk about you.”

He raises his eyebrows, “You’re joking.”

Jealousy swirls in your belly at the thought of these women and the things you’ve heard around school, but you pull it together with a quick tilt of your head, “I’m not laughing, am I?”

He notices your jaw clench a bit and how you gulped before speaking, logging the observations for later, “How do you notice?”

“How do you not!” you say, moving to his side and unintentionally brushing your arm against his. He shivers. “It’s obvious. It’s hard not to.”

His eyes linger on your lips before glancing back up your eyes, “Maybe I’ve been distracted.”

You grow flustered under his gaze and look ahead, stammering, “Yeah... maybe. And well... Sarah tells me that they ask her about your life in the pickup line after school. So it’s proving to be borderline obsession,” you laugh.

He smiles softly, seeing past your nerves, “Poor Sarah. She must love that,” he says dryly.

“Sarah might say some choice words about them,” you shrug your shoulders. “She’s fine, though. I probably shouldn’t have told you, we tend to share secrets,” you look at him, filled with care for his daughter, for him.

“She adores you,” he says sincerely and you can tell by the warmth in his tone that he means it and appreciates it. “You’ve quickly become one of her favorite people within a little over half a school year. Tommy thinks you’re great too, from the few interactions you’ve had when he picks her up sometimes.”

You grin and his chest seizes at the light that exudes from your sweet expression, “Tommy’s a wonderful uncle. Good brother too. He talks about you often.”

“Oh yeah?” he looks at you, his voice sends shivers straight through you. “And what does he say?”

“Can’t betray a friend’s trust,” you shake your head, teasing.

He discreetly shows you his flask of whiskey, “Not even if I let you drink from my emergency flask?”

“Maybe I’ll tell you one thing,” you hold up a finger and he slips you the flask, cracking a dazzling smile, while you turn around and take a long sip. The DJ transitions the E.D.M to a slow song, something sweet and best to sway to.

He takes a long sip himself and tucks it away in his pocket again, holding out his hand to you, “Do you want to tell me while we dance, darlin?”

You look around the room, your boss nowhere in sight. There was technically no rule against dating a student’s parent, but you didn’t want the judgement. You knew the people around here talked and there would be rumors, shaming. But he’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the room, putting himself out on a limb just to ask you to dance.

It didn’t have to mean anything anyway, it could just be two friends sharing a dance. You’ve danced with friends. It’s the same thing. Your internal monologue was racing a mile a minute.

“Are we allowed to? I mean, as chaperones.”

“We’re watching the students more closely.”

“Yeah, I just...” you pause, pinching your brow.

His face falls slightly. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to,” he starts to pull his hand away. “It’s really no-”

You put your hand in his, “I’d love to dance with you, Joel.”

Warmth blooms in his handsome face and he pulls you into the crowd of dancing people. Joel pulls you gently towards him, placing his hands on your waist as you wrap your arms up and around his neck. You both try to keep your distance, make a good example for the kids, but it’s growing increasingly harder for him not to hold you close and kiss you right here in front of all these people.

You catch Sarah giggling excitedly at you both dancing, whispering with her friends. You roll your eyes with a small smile.

You look up at Joel, resisting the urge to lay your head against his chest, “You still want to know something Tommy said?”

“Desperately,” he laughs.

“He told me you said I’m pretty.”

Rosy color spreads across his nose, but his eyes are darkened, his lips part slightly, “I should’ve known he’d tell you.”

“So he’s telling the truth?”

His eyes soften, “Of course he is.”

“Well... thank you,” you flush, blood rushing to your face, making Joel smile. You feel like a schoolgirl again.

He chuckles, eyes searching your face, “You’re welcome.”

You tilt your head, “You’re pretty, too, Joel.”

He spins you as the song picks up a bit and pulls you back to him, your dress spinning as you do. He pulls you back against his chest, hands in against shirt and his around your waist. Warmth radiates from his broad chest, his hands are calloused even through the fabric of your slip dress, and your breath catches in your throat.

He doesn’t pay any mind to the stares he gets for doing it, but he lets his head drop to your shoulder, writing love letters in your skin when he lets out a breath. He says nothing about the compliment but he’s holding you closer, and that’s all he needs to do. A quiet understanding washes over the two of you in that moment.

Joel’s always been the strong and silent type, but the longer the two of you have known one another, the closer you get, he’s begun to let more things slip. He begins to ramble, his nerves making an appearance when he’s near you, a teenager again. Then there are times like now when his actions do all the talking for him and neither of you need to comment on it.

Then there are others when he won’t shut the fuck up.

“People are looking,” you whisper.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“...No.”

“Then why do you care what they think?”

There’s a beat of silence before you sigh out the three words, “I don’t know.”

“We’re not Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey over here, the kids will be fine,” he teases. Then he lifts his head to bring your joined hands up to his side, moving you to the changed song with the more upbeat tempo.

You snort, “Wouldn’t that be something.”

“If we were somewhere else...” he muses, looking at you to gauge your reaction.

You meet his eyes, your own crinkling with amusement, “You’d do the lift?”

He throws his head back with a thunderous laugh, “I’d try for you.”

“Think I’m too heavy?”

“God, no,” he spins the two of you, dodging a pair of kids dancing. “I’m just old.”

“You’re like 35, Joel.”

“You’re only 27, you don’t get it yet,” he whispers into the side of your hair and you laugh, not even bothering to glance in the direction of the judgmental moms and teachers.

Joel Miller had a talent of making you feel like the only person in the room.

The song ends and you feel out of breath just from being this close to him. You step away from him and smile softly, “I gotta run to the restroom. I’ll be back.”

His eyes sweep over you, then he nods, “Okay.”

“What?” you grin. “No dad joke about not falling in?”

“I’m classy Joel tonight,” he chuckles. “No bathroom jokes.”

You shake your head with a laugh as you walk back towards the restrooms. Stepping inside, you move to stand in front of the mirror and grab your lipstick from your bag, fixing up your makeup. You try to calm your nerves, hands shaking when you bring the golden tube to your lips.

After taking a deep breath, your mind begins to wander about how his hands felt on your skin and how he thinks you’re pretty. The thoughts fill your head and litter your skin with goosebumps.

You don’t usually like being the center of attention, but with Joel around you, it was hard not to be. And you couldn’t say you minded it.

A few other women walk through the door and you recognize them to be Bethany, Sarah’s rude math teacher, Cara, a mom who gives you trouble constantly, and Kristina, another mom who thinks Joel is hot and constantly asks Sarah questions about him.

“Hey, y/n!” Bethany draws out in a sing-song, forced way that sends a chill through your body. “Saw you out dancing with Mr. Miller. Ain’t y’all cute?”

You look at her blankly in your reflection and she clears her throat.

“Adorable,” Cara’s shark eyes roam you over in the mirror, making you feel small as you fix your foundation. You don’t let it show though, you weren’t going to give them the satisfaction.

“Such a shame about Joel’s wife,” Kristina hums, putting on her own bright pink lipstick. “Wonder if he’s still looking for a stepmom for sweet little Sarah.”

The three of them laugh together and you feel your blood pressure quickly rise. Three wild vultures circling a carcass, kicking it while it’s down.

“Can we not tonight, ladies?” you turn around to look at them. “Let’s just forget this and have fun.”

“What do you mean, dear? This is fun,” Bethany blinks her stark, blue eyes, red lips curling. “This must be a lot for her though, girls. She’s probably having a rough time considering what happened to her.”

You freeze.

“Oh yeah...” Cara finishes her makeup and frowns at you. “I remember hearing your fiancee passed away before you came here, how sad.”

Your blood runs cold, sirens going off in your head, and a pounding begins in your skull. No one’s brought up Rick since you’ve gotten here, you’ve dodged the questions from the nosy parents, the gossiping neighbors, and the rude coworkers. You don’t know how they figured it out, and now you feel it, being back in the car with Rick the night that it happened.

Joel and Sarah didn’t even know, you had pushed it to the back of your mind so you would never find it again. Now it’s coming back like a wave, full force, and pulling you under the current until you’re drowning.

“Then you moved here to Austin in July,” Kristina slits her eyes at you and cocks her head to the side. “Now you’re trying to get back out there with Joel, huh? Like you’d really have a chance with him.”

She looks in your direction and it’s as if she sees right through you, past your carefully created facade and into your core, that sad, broken girl with no family left and nowhere to go.

Your eyes fill with hot tears, you want to run away, but you can’t move. You’re frozen, feet glued to the linoleum tile.

“I knew Rick... your fiancee,” Bethany says. “He was so sweet. We went to college together.”

“So sweet,” Cara looks at you and flashes another sickly sweet smile.

You inhale sharply, tears falling down your face. You hastily wipe it away, “I... I gotta go.”

You grab your purse off the counter and rush out of the door, slamming into a hard chest and a pair of hands that fly to catch you by the waist.

Joel stares down at you, grounding you, and your eyes begin to brim with tears, “What’s wrong, sugar? What happened?”

The words tumble out of you, wiping away the tears that slip out while you ramble on, “Nothing, I just... the women in there, they’re horrible, they hate me, and they make me feel like shit. They brought up Rick and they think you’re hot and they think we’re dating and I just wanna go. I’m just gonna go home-”

He looks over your head at three women leaving the bathroom, waving in his direction.

Joel looks back down at you before tucking his fingers into the straps of your dress and pulling you into a searing kiss. Your inhale sharply when his soft lips meet yours, and your hands grip onto his flannel shirt, sighing into his mouth. He slips his hands up to the back of your neck, tilting your face up to kiss you more completely, unraveling you in his capable hands.

Bethany stares at you wide eyed, getting the other girls attention, all jaws dropped in utter shock at the image before them.

His tongue dances with yours as he moves his lips expertly, his thumb gently rubbing against your cheekbone as he coaxes your lips open. He hums small praises while tracing shapes into your skin. You let a small noise slip past you, unable to contain how good he’s making you feel, swallowing your sadness and helping you breathe again.

He groans as he forces himself to pull away from you, struggling not to kiss you again. Forgetting you’re not alone.

Joel’s hands slip down to rest on your shoulders, lips flushed and swollen from the kiss, voice gravelly, “I hate terrible people.”

You look at him, mouth parted, lipstick probably smudged. He licks his lips before glaring at back at the women before they scoff and walk away, muttering under their breath.

Neither of you get the time to speak of it before Sarah is running down the hallway, after hearing the commotion. You and Joel split apart when she comes up, and she’s smiling widely.

“Kelsey asked if I could sleepover, can I go get my stuff at the house and go to her place? Pretty please,” she begs her dad, clasping her hands together.

He tears his eyes away from you and nods, smiling, “Yeah, that’s fine. We’ll head home and I’ll walk you there.”

Sarah grins happily before looking up at you. “Everything okay, y/n?”

You force a smile and fix a flower falling out of her hair, “Yeah, I’m good. And I think I’m ready to go, too.”

“Do you need a ride?” Joel asks. “I know you walked here cause we all live so close, but I don’t want you walkin’ home in the dark. Also Sarah’s got control of the radio on the way back,” he offers you a grin. “She’s got good taste.”

“We’re listening to 80′s hits,” Sarah nods, taking her job very seriously.

You nod, feeling better just by being near the two of them. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

~~~

“Head Over Heels” by Tears For Fears is blaring through Joel’s truck and you’re humming under your breath while Sarah is screaming it in the backseat. Joel laughs at his daughter in the rearview mirror.

Grieving your boyfriend’s death has been something you’ve pushed aside for a long time. You knew these women could be catty, but you never thought they’d be downright cruel to you, bringing up Rick the way they did. Looking out the window, you think back to the moment you felt frozen in that bathroom, unable to speak or move. You feel embarrassed for not standing up for yourself, blaming yourself instead of them and their hateful words.

Joel notices your faraway expression and rests his hand on your thigh in a way so Sarah can’t see. He rubs his thumb over your bare skin and it both calms and excites you, heat rushing to the apex of your legs.

You let out a small sigh and lean back into the chair, resting your hand on top of his. He has to rip his eyes off of you, willing himself to ignore your pleased exhales if he was going to drive properly.

He pulls the car into the driveway one-handed and comes to a stop, turning around to talk to Sarah, “Go grab your stuff, chick, and we’ll go to Kelsey’s.”

She nods and hops out, running towards the house.

Joel turns to you, hand still on your leg, clearly nervous, “Do you want... do you want to come inside? I have wine and some clothes you can put on, if you want something more comfortable.”

You search his set features for confirmation, “You sure? I can just walk next door to my house, I don’t wanna put you out-”

“Y/n...” he stops you. “You should know by now that if I say something I mean it, I promise you.”

You didn’t know if it was a good idea being with him alone like this, but you honestly didn’t want to be by yourself right now.

You relent with a nod, “Alright. You had your chance to change your mind,” you flash a sneaky smile.

The two of you step out of the car and head into his house. Sarah’s already tumbling down the stairs, changed into pajamas with a packed bag slung over her shoulder, “Ready to go when you are.”

“Damn, you got ready fast, kid,” he laughs despite himself. “Let’s go.”

Sarah runs up and hugs your side, “Bye, y/n!”

“Have fun with Kelsey, be safe, okay?” you squeeze her shoulder.

Joel whispers to you as they walk to the door, “There’s shirts upstairs and some shorts you can borrow. Make yourself at home, okay?”

“Okay,” you smile softly.

They head out and leave you alone in the dimly lit house. You exhale slowly and head up the stairs to go to his room. You look around at the messy bedroom, one king size bed with blue covers, and minimal decorations. It felt like him, smelled like him, cedar and oak and smoke. You open one of his drawers to grab one of his big tee shirts from work, and a pair of baggy gym shorts.

You slip out of your dress, let down your hair, and set your red shawl down on top of it. You tug on the big tee shirt and pull on the gym shorts. As much as you had liked that dress, you feel like you can finally breathe now, much more comfortable in your sleepwear now. The clothes smelled of him, too, and it filled your chest with heat, a red glow pouring out of you.

You’re in Joel Millers room... wearing his clothes.

You can’t help but look around at the photos of Sarah and him in framed photos, some hung on the wall and others propped up on his drawers. There’s one photo that catches your eye in particular, though, the side of it folded in and tucked into the frame. It’s Joel smiling down at Sarah, just a baby in his arms, and there’s a part of the photograph hidden. But you spot a glimpse of a yellow dress in the corner, the rest of it hidden away.

You wonder if it’s Sarah’s mom. You don’t know much about her, just that Sarah says she never got to know her, and hardly remembers anything about her. It broke your heart hearing that, wishing she could have, but also selfishly wanting to be that person for her.

“Found what you needed?”

You jump at Joel’s sudden presence in the room and turn around to him. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to snoop, I-”

He smirks and it feels like a lit match to your insides, “I know, darlin. Nothing to be sorry about.”

His eyes trail over you in his clothes, your arms folded under your chest, “You look good in my clothes, sweetheart. Better than I do, that’s for sure.”

You smile, “Thank you. And thanks for letting me borrow them. I feel better.”

He pinches his brow together, “Do you want to talk to me more about what happened? We don’t have to, but just know I’m here.”

You take a step towards him, “I know, I just haven’t talked about him in a long time.”

“Him?” his eyebrows raise.

You laugh at his shock, moving past him so he follows you downstairs, “Down, boy. I’m single, wouldn’t have let you kiss me if I wasn’t.”

He blushes. “Well, then, what about him?” he trails behind you to his kitchen. “If you don’t mind my asking.”

You love his Texan drawl and voice a bit too much, how deep and molasses like it was, how it coated you in sweetness and didn’t let up. Maybe it was because you weren’t from here and you weren’t used to it. But his was different and it affected you all the same.

“I might tell you,” you hop up on the countertop. “Over a glass of wine.”

Joel cracks a smile, happily obliging your request with one of his wine bottles, “I can do that.”

He pours you a glass of red and hands it to you, “So... who’s Rick?” He sips his own.

“My um... my ex fiancee,” you say, taking a long sip of your wine. “It feels weird calling him that...” you let out a dark laugh. “-since the two of us never ended it ourselves, it sounds wrong. But he uh-” your voice gets thick. “He died the beginning of last year.”

His face falls, genuinely on your behalf, wanting to wrap you in his arms, but also wanting to let you continue, “I’m so sorry, y/n.”

You’ve heard that more times than you can count from friends, family, and strangers alike, but from him, it’s one of the most sincere you’ve ever heard. You actually believe he truly cares and you wonder why you didn’t tell him sooner, maybe worried you’d scare him off. You wanted a fresh start in a place where no one knew Rick, where no one knew what happened.

“Thank you,” you sniff, mustering up a small, grateful smile before you continue. “It was New Year’s Eve. I didn’t know he had been drinking... he really seemed fine,” you recount like it was just yesterday that it happened.

“He didn’t see the ice on the roads,” you take another long sip, hands shaking again. You clear your throat, “I tried to help him, I thought we would be fine. But there was a bridge... and we went off. He got me out,” you blink the tears away, breathing out the words as if expelling them from your person. Like you wouldn’t have to hold onto them anymore. “He didn’t.”

“I’m alive because of him,” you inhale sharply, finally looking at Joel. “And he’s dead because I didn’t notice...”

He frowns, “It is absolutely not your fault, y/n. It’s a horrible thing that happened and it is not because of you.”

You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand and it breaks Joel’s heart a bit more and more, “I haven’t thought about it in so long. And they brought him up in the bathroom. I don’t know how they found out, I haven’t told a soul here.”

Protectiveness slips into his deep tone of voice as he steps towards you, it sends a shock through you, “What did they say about him?”

You shake your head, letting out a laugh, “It’s not important.”

“It is absolutely fucking important,” his eyes darken when he speaks to you, you’d never seen him so worked up before. “I’ll go to the damn superintendent if I have to, they’re grown ass adults. They shouldn’t use the death of your fiancee against you.”

You can’t help but let a smile slip through, “It’s cute how mad you are about this.”

He scoffs, mirroring your amused expression, “Believe me, I’ve dealt with the wolves before. They ask you inappropriate questions and dig into your personal life, pushing your boundaries like it’s nothing. No one can have any secrets around here.”

“Yeah,” you sniff. “I noticed that.”

There’s a beat of silence before he sighs and says quietly between the two of you, “When they found out about Sarah’s mom leaving her when she was a baby, they brought it up to her at a school picnic. Made her feel small. She ran home, crying her eyes out. I’d never seen her so upset. I was scared what I would do. It broke me.”

You nod in understanding, “That’s awful, Joel. I’m sorry. For you and for Sarah.”

“The next time they brought it up, Sarah asked Bethany why she’d been divorced six times. You should have seen the look on her face,” he laughs and you join him, throwing your head back at the mental image of Bethany’s pinched, angry face.

“Oh my god, I love Sarah so much,” you let your head fall into your hands, still laughing loudly in the otherwise silent kitchen.

“I was very proud,” he grinned.

“I’d hope so,” you tilt your head slightly. “She gets it from you. I wonder how she got that information about Bethany.”

“Beats me,” he smirks and you narrow your eyes affectionately in his direction. “Smart kid, that one.”

The two of you let the moment sink in for a bit in the silence. Joel’s standing between your legs now, hands on either side of your thigh, steadying himself. He searches your face like he did at the start of the evening, fingers itching to touch you again.

“Should we...” you finally say, pulling you both back into reality. “Should we talk about the kiss back there?”

“What’s there to talk about about?”

You frown, filling with a sense of dread that you’ve misread this entire night, “What do you mean?”

He jumps to fix what he said, hands falling to splay out on your thighs, “No, baby, wait not like that-” he sighs. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’m out of practice with this, sweetheart-”

You press a kiss to his lips, causing him to abruptly cease his rambling. You tilt your head and pull away from hm after just a couple seconds. He leans against you even after you’re away from him, lips trying to follow you.

“I just meant...” you whisper with a small smile, looking up at him through your lashes. “Like what does this mean? Because I haven’t done something like this since Rick and I’m trying not to feel guilty...”

“Guilty bout what?”

“For moving on.”

“You shouldn’t feel guilty for that,” he shakes his head, lowering his voice. “I understand if you’re not ready though. It took me awhile, to open again, I still haven’t completely... But I can’t imagine how difficult it must be for you. And I know I’ve never met Rick, but I believe he’d want you to be happy. With whoever, even if it’s not me.”

Your heart cracks open at the sweetness of his words, splitting you in two right in front of him. You know you shouldn’t feel bad, even if you’ve moved on from loving Rick, a part of you will always mourn and have a place in your heart for him. You needed to realize there was more than enough room to let other people in too.

Your eyes soften, “You’re more out of practice than I thought if you think I’ve moved on with anyone else but you, Joel Miller.”

His eyes darken with something like raw desire and complete adoration, something like love that you haven’t seen in a long, long time. You don’t know if he’s been looking at you like this all along and if you’ve just now begun to notice.

Joel leans down to whisper to you, hand on your neck, thumb tucked under chin and other fingers on the side of your throat, squeezing just so. You dreamed of this, thought if he would be rough or sweet, when he was really a stunning, swirling mix of both.

“You were so jealous earlier,” his voice is wrecked in your ear, low and gravelly. “I thought I was just imagining it at first, but talking about those moms that think of me, you got so red. It was so sexy, sweetheart.”

You gasp a little, wanting to deny it, tease him. But who were you both kidding? You were jealous, and now there’s a warm satisfaction in the center of your chest at the fact they were wrong. Singing insults, saying he wouldn’t want you. Now you’re in his kitchen in the middle of the night wearing his shirt and he’s in between your legs, pressing against you.

“They said I didn’t have a chance with you,” you tangle you hands in his shirt, tugging him closer.

He shakes his head, eyes never leaving you, “I’m only yours, baby. Always have been.”

You all but pounce on him in that moment, wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging him close. He laughs just before you softly press your lips against his, the rumbling, beautiful sound vibrating against you. You’re tugging at each other almost immediately, his hands pulling and sliding up and down your waist while your arms wrap around his head. You fingers slide through his brunette curls, pleasantly humming at the satisfaction of knowing his hair is just as soft as you imagined, how even his rough hands feel gentle, and how his lips move with yours, slowly, languidly, painfully.

“You’re beautiful...” he kisses the words into your neck, repeating it over and over. “My beautiful, beautiful, girl.”

“Joel...” you sigh out and tilt your head back.

“Puts your arms around my neck, baby,” he whispers, arms pulling your legs up so they wrap around his torso. “What I want to do to you won’t work exactly on my kitchen counter.”

You quickly oblige him and he carries you up his stairs, your hands and lips never leaving each others. He stumbles while holding you, making you giggle into his shoulder, shrieking when he almost drops you.

“Was this the kind of lifting you had in mind with me tonight?” you smile softly into his skin.

He kicks open his bedroom door, “I’ve always had this in my mind, sweetheart.”

You both drop onto the bed, wanting to take this slow but also get to what you’ve both been wanting as soon as possible. He’s atop you, hands on either side of your head while you kiss like college students, handsy and messy and surprisingly amazing. How fast you two fit together, how good it feels. He grinds his lower half into yours. You moan into his mouth, earning one from him, both enjoying and exploring the other.

“I wanna taste you, sugar,” he lifts your chin up with his fingers, kissing down your chin then your neck then your collarbone and chest.

You wordlessly slip off your, his, shirt revealing that you have nothing on beneath it. He inhales sharply, taken aback by you. Your fingers scramble for the buttons of his flannel and you honestly think you break a few, moving so quickly.

“Impatient, are we?”

You look up at him through your lashes, “Just know what I want.”

Joel shrugs off his shirt, undoes his belt, and pulls off his jeans. You barely have time to admire his toned body, broad shoulders before he descends. He tugs off your, his, shorts, tosses them, and kisses everywhere his fingers leave, wet, open mouthed whispers against hot skin that make moisture pool between your thighs. His lips trail from your belly to your inner thighs and back up again.

“Nothing underneath?” he kisses the soft flesh, noting the slick at the apex of your legs. “This all for me, darlin?”

You nod when he licks a stripe up your cunt, “Only you, Joel.”

He buries his face in you, eating you out like a man starved, rutting against the bed like he’s enjoying it as much as you are. You all but scream at the way he’s unraveling you with his tongue, circling your clit, accompanying his skilled mouth with his equally capable fingers, bigger than yours

When you tug at the ends of his hair, he groans into you, the noises fueling the coil in your gut, begging it to splinter and snap. He sucks hard and you let out a loud moan at the feeling. He holds you down against the bed with a palm flat against your stomach as you begin to lift your pelvis. Joel’s tongue enters you while his fingers take over, stimulating you with gentle rubs and flicks.

Your orgasm washes over you, the pressure relieving through every nerve and vessel, his name a prayer leaving you over and over. Wishing for him to come fix you again.

You pull him up to you and bring him down to press your lips against his. He melts into you, arms wrapped around you while he holds you close, filling you out in all the right places while you taste yourself in his kiss.

“Can I...?” you ask him, hands slipping down to palm him through his boxers.

He groans, head falling into the crook that meets between your neck and shoulder, “As much as I would enjoy that, baby... we’re gonna need to do that later. Need to be inside you.”

You look at him for a moment, just breathing him in as cheesy as it sounds. It’s only hit you now how much you’ve been longing for this.

“You have all of me,” you tell him, moonlight sculpting his handsome features.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that, y/n...” your name is blanketed by his voice, delivered to you in the way Zeus gives the world lightning. Simple bursts of electricity that can tear the earth.

You hold his stubbled jaw in your hands, rubbing his cheek with your thumbs. He doesn’t remember a time anyone has ever looked at him like you do, gently, adoringly, openly.

Joel puts his lips near your ear, kissing your temple, “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”

You nod as he pushes himself inside you and you bite back a moan into his shoulder.

Your hair is in messy tendrils in every which way and you’ve never been more breathtaking to him. The color of your eyes brighter, skin flushed with warmth, and lips puffy. His eyes scan over your face, committing your soft and sharp features alike to memory. Lust blown and glowing with dewy sweat.

“Eyes on me, beautiful,” he holds your jaw in his hand, kissing you again.

He quickens his pace and you whine into his mouth, nails digging into his skin. You wrap your legs around his torso and he hits you so nicely. He rises and looks at you, lips swollen and red from kissing, eyes clear and pupils large, and face flushed with heat.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he praises in your ear, littering kisses across your jaw. “Wanted you for so long...” he find your lips again with his own.

You mewl into his lips, licking his tongue as he pushes inside you again and again and again.

This past year of stolen glances and touches seem so pointless when it could have been this, this beautiful mess of limbs and lips and tongue. You never knew euphoria until this moment.

Joel’s hips begin to stutter and you’re both already close to release. You lick up his throat and kiss a constellation across his jaw, feeling him gulp under your touch.

“Keep kissing me like that, sugar, and I’m done for.”

You can’t help yourself, overwhelmed with feeling as the two of you reach your climax together. Blissful and stupid. His lips wander down your neck and nipping that sweet spot, as you arch into him.

As you both lay there, chests heaving slips parted, he smiles down at you.

You finish together, mouths open and hands all over each other’s bodies. It overcomes you in a tingling, perfect sensation, continuing on in euphoric waves, leaving you aching and wanting more. He kisses you through it and it aches, all of the love you have pouring into him and him into you.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #the last of us #the last of us smut #the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal joel miller #fanfiction #smut #bella ramsey #ellie the last of us #ellie

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justwinginglife · 2 months ago

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If you're comfortable with it, is it okay for me to request for Mean!Hoshina? Who finds it cute and endearing to tease and annoy glasses-wearing!(name). Lightly pulling on her hair; pinching certain parts of her body; and hiding/stealing her glasses and leaving handprints on them(some more subtle and unnoticable than others because there's something about having a piece of him in every sight she sees). I was also thinking maybe nsfw at the end where Hoshina steals her glasses and the built up tension between them leads to his cum smeared her glasses.

Once again, thank you for this delicious idea. If I don't find my own glasses covered in Hoshina's cum at some point, I will demand a refund. I also changed up the request a bit, hope you don't mind. And if yall couldn't tell by the request, this will be NSFW so proceed at your own caution.

The Biggest Tease

Soshiro Hoshina was the biggest damn tease you'd ever met and sometimes you didn't know if he hated you or if he loved you, but you did know one thing- the man was fucking obsessed with you.

He made it his own personal mission to track you down everyday just to pick on you and though you wanted to be annoyed at him, you couldn't help but feel smug at just how much time he was devoting to you. He could do anything he wanted and what he wanted was anything to do with you. It was quite the ego boost if you were honest with yourself.

At first, he'd just tease you verbally. He'd call you four eyes and you'd call him shit for brains because he couldn't come up with a single original insult. But he wasn't trying to insult you. He wanted your attention. He wanted you to punch his arm, roll your eyes at him, slice through his defenses with some witty remark. Everything about you was enticing to him. From the way you played with your hair, to the way you scrunched up your nose, to the way you pushed up your glasses. He could never get enough of you. He was addicted.

Eventually, his growing desire to be near you translated into physical touch. When you'd twirl the ends of your hair, he'd steal a strand from in between your fingers and tug on it gently, reveling in how soft it was. When you’d stretch your arms, he’d pinch your vulnerable sides, and then smirk when you’d yelp. When you’d take your glasses off to clean them, he’d swipe them from your hands, chills running down his spine as his fingers brushed yours, then he’d give the lenses a good lick, and call it “clean,” before handing it back to you smugly.

When he found out that it was one of your biggest pet peeves having anything dirtying your glasses, he went out of his way to smear them any chance he could. Instead of saying hi, every morning he would strut up to you, poke your lenses, and then cheerfully skip away, as if he didn’t just commit a heinous crime in your eyes.

As irritating as his persistence was, you could no longer imagine a life where he wasn’t cozied up next to you, using your shoulder as a pillow on the transport, or snagging a fork straight out of your mouth so he could use it too, or even just testing the limits of how close you would allow him to get to you, smudging your lenses with the tip of his nose. You’d made the mistake of telling him once that every time you looked through your glasses and saw a mark on the lens, you thought of him, and now he’d got it in his head that he needed to keep smudging them to remind you of his presence, as if he wasn’t already constantly by your side, trying to rile you up.

And he did rile you up.

At first, you tried to ignore him. Tried not to give him the time of day, tried not to give him the satisfaction of your attention. But then your playful, devilish side got the better of you, and suddenly you were paying more attention to him than ever before, trying to figure out what pushed his buttons, trying to figure out what ticked him off. So you’d ruffle his hair after he’d just brushed it, you’d unzip his jacket after he just put it on, you’d untie his laces after he just slipped into his shoes.

Before you knew it, you’d danced your way into a gray area in your relationship with him, doing things like nipping at his neck when he was trying to concentrate on paperwork, then squeezing his thigh as he struggled to keep his boner at bay. You’d whisper seductive things in his ear and then prance off like you hadn’t said a word. Hoshina was starting to think you invented blue balls.

So today, when you noticed he was lingering by the locker rooms longer than he usually did after work, you figured he was probably going to take a shower before heading home tonight, and you had the genius idea to sneak into the locker room, steal his clothes, and stash them away elsewhere. When he came out of the shower, you planned to be sitting smugly on the bench waiting for him; maybe you’d even make him beg on his knees for his clothes back. But your plans backfired when his figure emerged from the steamed up shower, water dripping down his rippling muscles, hair sloppy and sexy, with a sly smirk plastered across his face as he leaned against a nearby wall, eying you up and down.

“Well this is a pleasant surprise. I didn’t think I’d have an audience while I showered. You wouldn’t happen to know where my clothes went, would you?” He teased, knowing full well that you were completely distracted by the sight of his physique and… something else.

Your eyes had trailed their way down his chiseled chest, down his toned abs, down to the ever-growing erection in between his legs. It seemed to stiffen even more with every second you stared at it, like it was pleased at your attention, like it was standing at the ready.

You gulped and gripped the bench tight.

He grinned devilishly, before pulling himself off the wall and slinking his way towards you. “Nothing to say, love? Aren’t you usually so full of quick remarks?” He stroked himself as he walked and it was like your eyes had been commanded to watch, because you suddenly found it extremely difficult to look away.

“Shit,” was all you managed to whisper before you found him right in front of you, his cock mere inches away from your mouth.

He bent down to murmur in your ear, “Now, what were all those naughty things you were saying to me the other day? Shall we revisit some of them?”

You flushed bright red, and he pulled away to admire his handiwork, pinching at your colored cheeks. “Adorable, really. I bet those cheeks would look even better stuffed with my cock, yeah?”

You unintentionally licked your lips at the thought and he groaned.

But one groan was enough, the sound like music to your ears. You wanted to know what other sounds you could pry from his lips. His gorgeous lips.

So, without a second thought, your hand reached out to yank his cock towards you and suddenly it was hitting the back of your throat before either of you had time to fully process what was going on.

His cocky demeanor vanished, melting away into your mouth as you sucked the smug right out of him. You had teased him endless amounts of times before, but he never imagined you'd actually follow through with any of it. He wasn't sure he was prepared for your onslaught. When you sucked harder and a whimper escaped him, it only spurred you on further. His fingers dug into your shoulder as you continued to choke him down. The tiled walls of the locker room echoed with the sounds of his moans and the sloppy, wet noises of his cock fucking your throat, and he thought the lewdness of it all might overwhelm him. He was practically dizzy with desire.

Meanwhile, you thought you’d just been trying to get him back for his arrogance, trying to shut him up, trying to make him squirm for you, but when his precum started to seep into your mouth, you knew you were sucking him dry for your own enjoyment. You hadn't realized just how badly you’d wanted to taste him and now that the physical evidence of his attraction to you was shuddering in your mouth, drizzling with pleasure, you couldn’t stop tasting him.

Your mouth suctioned around his cock, his bulging veins carving delicious indents into the walls of your mouth as you swallowed down more of his erection. For a brief moment, you wondered if you could be selfish enough to command him to relocate his boner into your cunt. If he felt this good in your throat, you could only imagine the insurmountable pleasure he’d fuck into your pussy. You groaned as your slick began to dampen your underwear and you pulled away from him, trying to get ahold of yourself, trying to remember that you were teasing him, that you were in control.

“F-fuck, d-don’t s-stop, w-why’d you…” His fingers pierced your flesh as he attempted to steady himself against your shoulder, but his cock was aching, and he needed relief. He grabbed ahold of it, just to stop the quivering, just to ground himself, but the sensation of his hand wrapping around his overloaded erection sent waves of pleasure pulsing through him and a flood of his hot, white cum burst from his tip, splashing all over your face and coating your lenses with a thick layer.

You blinked and slowly tugged your glasses off your face. Even half blind, you could see that he was embarrassed. Hoshina, the man who always went out of his way to dirty your lenses, was now ashamed that he’d dirtied them in the dirtiest way possible. You smirked at the thought. Maybe you could tease him some more. You ran a digit down your cheek, collecting his cum on the tip, before seductively licking it off the end of your finger. You heard him swallow.

“Oh, what a shame. Looks like I’m all dirty now. If only there was some way to get cleaned up.” You stripped bare and then grabbed his hand, leading him into one of the showers.

He was stunned but he followed behind you anyway.

“Now be a good boy and save some of that dirty, dirty cum of yours for my cunt, yeah?”

His eyes widened in surprise, but his cock was eager to take you up on the offer, hardening again on the spot.

You turned on the shower and began making out with him underneath the showerhead, tangling your hands in his hair as you let the warm water rinse the cum from your body.

Amidst the passion and the heat, he somehow found his voice again.

“You’re such a goddamn tease.” He growled against your neck, nipping and sucking at it. Then he hoisted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist before pressing you up against the shower wall.

“Ah, so he does remember how to talk.” You teased as you licked at his collarbone.

His eyes darkened, a bottomless hunger emerging inside him. “Laugh while you can. It’s my turn, love, and by the time I’m finished with you, you won’t remember how to walk.”

“Ooh, promises, promises, Hoshina.”

He silenced any further retorts with a sharp thrust up your dripping cunt.

You yelped and he smirked.

“Oh, I always make good on my promises, baby. And I promise, I'll make good on this one all damn night.”

#soshiro hoshina #kaiju no. 8 #anime #hoshina #soshiro hoshina x reader #oneshot #hoshina x reader #hoshina soshiro x reader #anime fanfic

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l5byrinth · 1 year ago

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“even in my worst times, you could see the best of me”

pairing: cam cameron x fem!reader

summary: in which you and cam have hated each other for as long as you can remember. but what if that hatred wasn’t actually what you thought it was.

warnings: fluff, angst (a little idk), enemies to lovers, lmk if i should add more, not edited

a/n: FINALLY i’m back yall!! i’ll probably disappear for like another few months again but i really had to post this one bc there aren’t enough fics for my bae cam 🫶🏼 and my requests are open!! i don’t want my work copied, translated and/or posted on another platform without it being discussed with me.

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Inhale. Exhale.

The nerves were flooding in as you waited for your turn to be ‘presented to society’. Being a debutant and actually participating in the stuff you found nonsense at first was the last thing you expected you’d be doing this summer. What you didn’t expect in a million years either, was falling for the one you sworn you hated with every single part of you.

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it began, but it hit you hard when you heard that Belly broke up with Cam. Thoughts of the two of you being together flooded your mind, and though you tried to push them away, they lingered.

Instead of pursuing these thoughts, you distanced yourself from Cam, which turned out to be more difficult than expected since he seemed to be everywhere you were.

Cam was taken aback by your sudden distance. Although you both disliked each other, you never missed the opportunity to bicker. Now, whenever he tried to engage, you either ignored him or replied formally without any insults.

And if Cam had to be honest, it made him feel this pain in his chest. Especially when you started to hangout him with this guy you had met at the bonfire. The same guy you befriended to try to forget Cam. And also the same guy who was your escort to the debutant ball.

Cam tried to come up with reasons for your distance, and one day, he found himself standing in front of your house. Cam wasn’t sure what he was going to say or do, but he was determined to see you. His heart skipped a beat when he made it to the porch and he halted in front of the door, taking a deep breath in.

He was about to knock, when a thought jumped into his head.

You were scrolling on your phone, trying everything to get Cam out of your head. But everything you saw reminded him of you. You even came past a video of whales and wanted to scream out loud. Why was your phone working against you?

A knock on your window interrupted your furious thoughts and confusion washed over you. You don’t remember meeting up with anyone, or telling someone to come by your window. Scared that it might be a burglar, you grabbed the first object you saw to use as a weapon. However, when you opened your window, the last person you expected was in front of you, heavily panting. “Cameron?” You questioned, lowering your weapon since there wasn’t an actual real threat.

“Hi.” He simply greeted with a grin, before climbing into your room. He stood way too close to you, making your breath hitch as he dusted himself off. But you weren’t going to let him notice what kind of effect he had on you, so the best you could do is just bicker like you used to to mask it.

“What are you doing here? Trying to rob me or something?” You asked as you took a few steps back, “‘Cause I’m not afraid to use this!” You showed the bedside table lamp in your hands.

“Calm down, Y/l/n,” He chuckled as he put his hand on your arm to lower it, and you just allowed him to do so. You felt yourself relax at the warmth and touch of his hand and mentally cursed yourself for this. He liked at you with a small smile, a smile that made your heart flutter in your chest.

Cam’s hand lingered on your arm, before he cleared his throat and quickly removed it. Around everyone, he was always shy and reserved, but with you it was different. You brought out some confidence in him he never knew he had. And Cam never understood why, but with you, he felt at ease and weirdly enough, safe. Whenever he even looked in your direction, his worries would vanish as if they never existed.

Cam walked past you slowly and looked around your room. He tried to memorise every object on your desk, every little detail in your room. “Why are you ignoring me?” He asked, throwing his head over his shoulder to look at you. You were standing there at loss for words, trying to come up with a good excuse. He nodded to himself when you didn’t answer before continuing his walk around your room.

“I should be asking you the questions! Why are you in my room, Sextus?” You crossed your arms over chest and watched him let out a laugh at the name you called him. The sound made you burst of out happiness, but you weren’t planning on showing.

“Please, Ceres, be honest with me…” He started walking back towards you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. The way he remembered the name you used at the latin convention made your heart skip a beat. “Why would I?” You said with a loud huff and you turned your head to the side with your eyes closed.

When you opened your eyes, Cam’s face was only an inch from yours, and you felt your guard fall down. It would’ve been so much easier if Cam didn’t have this effect on you. Your face fell. “Stop.” You mumbled, inaudible for him to hear.

“What was that?” He inquired genuinely, getting even closer if that was even possible. “Stop!” You spoke out louder, making him jump out of his skin, but soft enough for it to be a whisper. “Stop what?” Cam asked curiously. You stared into his eyes, trying to find something, think of something to make you hate him again. But as you looked into his deep eyes, all you could think about what you could be, as something else than enemies.

You looked at the ground in defeat, before continuing, “I’m trying so hard, Cameron, so hard.”

Cam was quiet as he looked at you with a confused look on his face, and he wanted you to tell him everything that was on your mind. When you looked up at him, Cam noticed that there was something else in your eyes. Something else than what he usually saw, and he couldn’t quite place what it was. “Cameron, I’m trying so hard not to hate you.” You whispered.

Cam’s heart was pounding out of his chest, while he was looking at you with his mouth agape ever so slightly. He hoped your words meant what he thought they meant, and his hand reached for yours.

A yell of your name woke both you and Cam out of your trance, eyes widening in panic. “Is everything okay up there?” Your mom yelled from downstairs, and you heard her footsteps coming up the stairs. Cam rushed towards your window, and you helped him get out quickly. Before he got down, he said something that you spent thinking about the weeks that followed, “I’m really trying hard to hate you too, but I can’t. No matter how hard I try.”

Ever since he dropped by, you had avoided him more than you initially did. And that made Cam wonder what he did or said wrong that day. You were all what he could think about, and if he wasn’t thinking about you, he was dreaming about you or speaking about you.

Whenever you saw him, you would walk the other way, you would pretend you didn’t see him standing. You basically ignored his existence. And for Cam it felt like a stab through the heart, a deep and painful one.

This continued until the debutant ball.

Cam was standing on the flight of stairs behind two other escorts and in front of many others, waiting for the girl’s name he was escorting to be announced. He didn’t know how he ended up here, escorting a girl, who he didn’t even really knew that well, to the debutant ball, But he would do anything to keep his mother happy, so here he was.

He was nervously fidgeting with his fingers, his mind on you like it always has been since the first time he saw you. A part of him wished it was you he was escorting. He wished that he was the one who first saw you in your dress before your presentation.

He fantasised how he actually wanted this day to go. You standing there in a beautiful dress, looking drop-dead gorgeous like you always did. Him being the one to look at you with an encouraging smile and mouthing to you how enchanting you looked. It was all you deserved and more. It killed him he wasn’t the one to be doing it.

When it was Cam’s to turn to go up stage and escort the girl, he imagined it was you by his side. He flashed her a polite smile as she did the same and watched as her eyes drifted off to behind him. Cam followed her eyes and saw that she was looking at none other than the guy who was escorting you.

Cam and the girl got off the stage and walked over to the other debutants, waiting for the next debutant to be presented. And when your name was called, Cam felt a heavy flutter in his chest he most certainly couldn’t ignore.

The girl beside him watched his demeanour change at the sound of your name and smiled to herself. She always had the feeling Cam had a thing for you.

When you appeared on stage, Cam’s eyes were drawn to you. The way you looked in your dress was indescribable and the way you glowed made his heart race a million miles per hour. You scanned the crowd, trying to find a familiar face to ease your nerves. And when your eyes locked Cam’s warm ones it felt as if the world stopped turning. Every single person around you disappeared, it was just you and him.

And your nerves disappeared as quickly as they appeared.

You never pulled your eyes away from his gaze as you walked down the stage with your escort. The escort who had picked up on your crush on Cam a long while back.

Cam tried his best to keep his composure, he was refraining himself from running over to you and holding you like there was no tomorrow, he tried his best not to think about all the ways he would compliment you and make you feel good.

You and your escort halted in front of the table your parents were sitting at and you finally broke eye contact with Cam. Your heart was pounding out of your chest and you were thinking about Cam all the damn time as you waited for the presentations to finish.

When they did, every debutant with their escort bowed down to the table with their family. Afterwards, everyone sat down and waited for some surprise performance the escorts were giving. Your escort waited for you to take a seat next to one of your parents, before he parted as well after flashing you a small smile.

“You looked amazing, honey.” Your mom praised, putting a hand on your shoulder. You thanked her and looked around the ball room, trying to find the one person who lived in your mind rent free. Cam was just walking past to get to the other escorts, when his eyes met yours once again. But this time you looked away after a few seconds, trying to nonchalantly brush off the fact you had a major crush on the guy you had thought was your number one enemy.

After the sudden dance performance, your escort had disappeared somewhere, along with the girl Cam was escorting. But neither of you seemed to care, as all you did was gaze at each other longingly, waiting for the people to announce when the first dance was about to take place.

Your parents, who were seated beside you, had noticed your stares and stolen glances towards the boy and smiled at each other knowingly. You tried to hide it, but they knew you. They knew when their daughter was actually in love.

The sound of glass clinking was heard, before a woman announced that it was time. And at that moment you woke up from your trance, realising your escort was still nowhere to be seen. Every debutant, alongside with her escort was gathering on the dance floor, except for you and, well, Cam.

“Mom, where is he?” You questioned worriedly. “It doesn’t matter,” She answered, making your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “I think there’s someone else you’d much rather want to share this dance with.”

She tilted her head towards a certain direction, and you knew immediately who she was referring to. But your eyes followed the direction she meant anyway, with a racing heart.

Cam was standing there, looking at you like a man in love. That’s because he is. He is in love. And before you knew it, your feet made their way towards him. You halted in front of him with a smile. You were panting like you had just run a marathon, but you didn’t care, because you were right in front of who you wanted to be.

“Seems like we both don’t have a dance partner, huh?” Cam chuckled, scratching the back of his neck nervously. All you could do was nod in respond, the words you actually wanted to speak out seeming to be stuck in your throat.

Your hands reached for his and when your fingers intertwined, you could’ve sworn you heard Cam let out a deep breath. The music started playing, and the two of you were drowning in one another’s eyes as you danced to the music just like you had practiced. The tension between the two of you was unbearable throughout the entire dance.

And once the dance ended, when you were in the end position, his face was awfully close to yours and you had to do anything in your power to not plant your lips on his. He pulled you back up, with way more force than he intended, which resulted into you being flush against his chest. Your faces only a few inches away, which made it even harder to refrain yourself.

You pulled away slowly, even when you wish you could stay like that forever. The words you desired to speak were stuck in your throat, and your eyes fell down, feeling flustered by everything that has happened this night. He wanted to say so much as he looked at you with a lovesick smile, but he didn’t know how. His right hand fine yours as he put his left hand under your chin.

He stroked your cheek gently with his thumb, his eyes fixated you and only you. You were the only thing that mattered to him any day, anywhere, anytime.

Every couple around you started to leave the dance floor, but you and Cam stayed there without a care in the world. “Let’s get out of here.” He whispered, in which you grinned to in response.

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze as you walked towards the exit of the ball room, giggles and chuckles leaving your lips. Your parents watched from afar, knowing you were finally with the one you liked all along.

#cam cameron x reader #cam cameron #the summer i turned pretty #fluff #angst with a happy ending #enemies to lovers #conrad fisher #david iacono #jeremiah fisher #steven conklin

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justfandomwritings · 5 months ago

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An essay on why I won’t be watching next season.

1. Obviously actors have to promote their shows and hype them up. But the interactions between Nicola and Luke during the press tour were, in retrospect, clearly also acting performances, and it is rare to see acting within the press tour to the degree that those two put on while grossly exaggerating things like how sexy this season would be or how much Polin we would get. I don’t blame them. It’s clearly what they were told to do. And it’s fine to hype a show, but I think a lot of people felt genuinely lied to with the WAY this season was hyped.

2. The casting has been color conscious and inclusive in a way I greatly admire. But they have not been inclusive in other ways. And that’s not to say they should have to be. One show shouldn’t bear the responsibility of being inclusive to everyone and making up for an industries worth of exclusion. But we have exactly one size inclusive character in this whole show, and I’m not even demanding more, but to butcher the season of the only size inclusive person in this show this badly and in these ways sends me a clear message of what the writers thought they could get away with with a curvy actress and how they saw her.

3. The wait times for this season and next season are just too long. The hype dies down too much between seasons such that we care less and less each time we get a new one, especially when you only give eight episodes, regardless of their length. You know who also gave us a season in 2022 and then an eight episode season this year? house of the dragon. And they have to CGI a fuck ton of dragons. Yall were sitting on this season being done filming for over a year and for what? What did you do in post? A bee? And then to have the audacity to do it in two parts? Fuck off.

4. Add to that. The costumes and new sets looked so much cheaper this season than previous seasons. Where did the budget go.

5. The plot is too crowded. Maybe you thought a curvy girl couldn’t carry a season. Maybe it was bad writing. Obviously you needed Cressida and Eloise to have decent amounts of screen time but you also did half of Francesca’s story and set one up for Violet and Benedict that collectively took the majority of the screen time and left us with very little Pen and Colin. Which was a disservice you never gave Anthony or Daphne’s seasons and was why they were good. We got enough crumbs of the others to tell us what was happening but not enough to make them feel like main characters or to make it feel like an ensemble show. There were leads in season 1 and 2. This season it was an ensemble with too many moving parts. But everyone’s said that. It’s not surprising.

6. My biggest problem is the tone. The blame. Admittedly I’m a woman who relates strongly to Penelope so I’m not impartial here. But for a character who spends her entire life being abused by every single person in this show, who is pushed to her absolute breaking point before finally giving her mother and the tonne a taste of their own medicine. For that character to receive no grace, no understanding, no respect, for the vast majority of the season hurt. To not only have zero understanding of her situation but to frame the entire plot of the show around the fact that SHE alone should be sorry. To have minimal to no groveling from Colin over what he said last season, to have no acknowledgment of how he treated her as a safety net, to humanize Cressida who made her life hell with minimal acknowledgment of that fact, to have Eloise get ONE comment from Cressida of all people about her friendship with Penelope but no real reflection from Eloise or acknowledgment on her part or apologies for what a truly SHIT friend she was for DECADES. That hurt. Because the message is that sure, they can push you to your fucking limit, you can break after years of being bullied for your weight and your looks and your status. Your own mother and sisters hands can be filthy with insults and abuse. Your friends can treat you like utter garbage for years. They can befriend your bullies. Your soon to be husband can, very recently, insult you to his friends behind your back. But you owe them the apology for breaking after years of abuse. It’s not that the tonne couldn’t be angry or that they all should’ve fallen at Pen’s feet. It’s that those arguments never happen at all because once again, just like when she was being used and abused by everyone, everything was put on Penelope. And the cycle continues.

7. Colin should’ve groveled more. I know I said that in the previous point but it really ruined things for me so I want to emphasize it. I wanted that man on his knees the whole season, and I should’ve known I wasn’t gonna get that when y’all dropped the list of songs and there wasn’t any of the A List Yearners on the list. But I’m still mad.

8. Actually that’s a good point. Did anyone else think the songs didn’t go as hard this year? Except Pitbull were we excited about any of them?

9. You did the Pride and Prejudice ballroom trick with the dancing alone thing and you didn’t nail it. If you’re gonna do that trick it has to fucking HIT. (And it has to be enemies to lovers.) And you did it half assed. You should be ashamed.

10. There was a two second window there when Cressida asked the maid for help where I thought they were gonna swap lives and the maid would go with her aunt and Cressida would become a maid and I was like “holy fuck is Cressida gonna become Bennys love interest?” and that would’ve been better than what y’all did I think. And it would’ve justified her excessive screen time.

11. I love gender swapping Michaela and making Francesca bi. We love it. But why was Francesca immediately interested. Once again the writers don’t understand pining. Michaela is PINING for Francesca and can do nothing but love her from afar. Francesca loved John completely and whole heartedly. Michaela was a beautiful love story for her but was also a second chance. She loved John completely. She would never have an emotional affair on him. How did you immediately ruin such a beautiful second chance romance?

12. Where was Pen’s friendship with Anthony or Lady Danbury? Why wasn’t Colin proud of Pen the way he was in the book? To make her even more alone? To emphasize that she was alone and at fault and helpless? Fuck off.

I just don’t have it in me to watch this show deteriorate further.

#bridgerton #penelope featherington #colin x penelope #colin bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #bridgerton spoilers #bridgerton critical

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the-cat-in-your-nightmares · 9 months ago

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"I found out about this app with DogDay... Very weird people on it.."

Hello! Mod speaking here, I'll make his refrence sheet later but I hope you understand that I'm not good at roleplaying canonically so stuff may not be so in character but I'm trying my best :)

Yall I'm so sorry if I don't respond for a day or two, sometimes I see the asks and I jst don't have any ideas on what to answer. That's why sometimes when I answer, it's still rlly dry

Warnings for people who are sensitive i guess?

Gore (Not visible but explained)

Swearing (Lots of it)

RULES!!!! (PLEASE READ.)

1. No NSFW. Please. This is going to end up with me removing anon asks for a certain amount of time.

2. Everyone is allowed to be here, don't try to insult them unless they're genuinely a bad person.

3. Simps are tolerated but a certain species is not. Such as the NSFW asking ones.

4. CatNap is aroace, to me, who would actually want to date someone when you're a giant cat that used to be a children's babysitter

5. Have fun and don't argue.

"This is how CatNap speaks.. If I insult you or be mean to you in this text, it is for roleplaying. Don't take it to heart."

"HAHA, addition time. This is when CatNap's all evil and sadistic and that shit. No, not controlled by the prototype, but just a side that's always evil. We've discovered this in one of the ask threads with @benches1"

*This is actions! This text is when he's doing something*

This is mod speaking! These are my genuine thoughts and is not roleplaying

"Go talk to DogDay while you're at it.." @ask-dogday

Have fun :)

(This account is an au where every single ask is after all the lore and stuff. DogDay has his legs and CatNap didn't die, CatNap isn't evil but he does sometimes act evil. Also the prototype is not a problem, CatNap killed it. But he still worships it A TINY BIT. Also CatNap doesn't have a soul. He's just sentient idk)

(my main acc is @novaisalwayssleepy shh)

#CatNap is speaking #smiling critters #catnap #poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3

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part-time-zombie · 5 months ago

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Does It Matter?

pairings: logince (platonic, can be read as romantic)

summary: it had become normal to logan and roman to argue. this time though, roman took it too far and logan took it to heart. now he's not leaving his room and roman looks for a way to make things right.

tags/warnings: hurt/comfort, so much angst, logan is really not doing alright yall, dont worry roman wants to help, self isolation, depression, brief suicide ideation, basically a vent fic, patton and virgil are there for a little bit, angst with a hopeful ending

word count: 6519

Logan didn’t really feel like talking anymore. Well, he wanted to, he really did. He would give anything to engage with any of the other sides like he used to, but he knew why it wasn’t going to work out for him. He tried many times to include himself with them in the same lighthearted way that he used to when everything was so much simpler, but nothing worked.

They never listened to him.

Everything Logan said went unheard, completely disregarded in favor of what the others had to say every time. He felt he should be used to it by now, it shouldn’t bother him anymore. It had been going on for years with nothing changing or improving at all, and Logan wished he could have just gone numb to the experience. He wished it didn’t upset him, but it did.

He just wanted to be heard, to be seen. If not by Thomas, then by someone. By anyone.

As much as he wanted that, he knew he’d never have it. Every interaction he had with the other sides only worked to further prove that fact, as lately he could hardly get a single word in before someone else interrupted and ignored him.

It was exhausting and frustrating, and Logan couldn’t take much more of it. He didn’t see the point in continuing to involve himself with them if he was just going to be let down every time.

And yet he still continued all the same. After all, what would he be without his work?

If only the others could see that. If only Roman would.

Logan had… complicated opinions about Roman. He valued his work highly, and respected his contributions just as greatly as he did any other side, but there was something else there that made things different, more confusing. Maybe it was the flamboyant yet charming demeanor Roman held about himself, or the way he always managed to bring a lightness and ease to any conversation. It might have been how self-absorbed and selfish he could be, the way his arrogance and dogmatic pursuit for the spotlight blinded him to the wants and needs of everyone else. There were a lot of things that made Roman so difficult to understand, but Logan did like to think that he was getting along with him at least somewhat better, every now and then.

He just wished Roman would accept his usefulness and recognize that were it not for Logan directing and guiding his whimsical ideals, nothing in Thomas’ life would work out. If they could just see eye to eye on something, maybe they wouldn’t argue so often.

They did manage to work together on occasion, despite their many differences and disagreements. Thomas had actually said that the two of them were a good team once, some time ago. Logan was tempted to agree about that.

Maybe not right now, though. This time, things had gotten out of hand.

He and Roman had been pulled into another discussion about planning and video ideas. It was a topic they had debated many times now, with Roman rambling on about all kinds of fantastical and whimsical concepts that Logan always tried to organize and schedule in a way that would be most effective and efficient. They rarely reached a consensus on this topic, and it didn’t look like they would find any agreement today either, not with how they were arguing.

The tension only increased, leaving no room for Logan to say a single word. Yet again Roman refused to listen to him, only this time he wouldn’t even let him talk at all. Accusations and insults were constantly being thrown and Logan was struggling to get Roman to pay attention to what he was saying. He could feel his chest grow tight as an unpleasant pressure threatened to spill out at any second. Why wouldn’t he just listen?

Logan tried again to talk and make his point. “If you would please just- “

"No one cares, Logan!” Roman shouted. “Stop making this about you, it doesn’t matter!”

The words washed over him like ice. “No one cares”. Not about his work, not about his role, and certainly not about him. He had suspected as such for a while now, but to hear Roman say it, to have audible proof confirming what he had always dreaded, it made his stomach turn.

Roman kept talking, throwing a few more insulting nicknames and rants his way, but Logan wasn’t registering any of them. He didn’t care, none of them did. He didn’t matter to them.

Logan felt his chest tighten, his vision growing hazy. He could practically feel his blood rushing red-hot through his veins. He was burning and drowning all at once, desperate for Roman to understand the impact of what he had just said.

He wanted to scream until his voice went hoarse from the abuse. He wanted to grab Roman by his sash and shout everything that he had held back for so long, to finally force his frustrations down his throat until he choked on the realization of what he was feeling.

He wouldn’t, though. No matter how much Logan wished it, nothing would make him understand. Roman would never sympathize or say that he was sorry. After all, he didn’t care.

Watering a plastic plant would yield better results.

That realization forced a hollow laugh out of him. Going by the look on Roman's face, he was just as surprised about this as Logan was. The situation was definitely not funny.

And yet, it was.

“…You good, Logan?”

If he could think past the haze in his head, Logan might have answered Roman. It was hard to focus on how he was feeling, or even if he was feeling, but even then, why would Roman care?

“It doesn’t matter.”

Logan quickly sank out, not bothering to continue their conversation. He didn’t care anyway.

Logan shut down completely after that incident, and he had stopped talking to everyone. In fact, he stopped showing up in general. It had been several days if not a week, and he still hadn’t done so much as leave his room. It didn’t matter how much Thomas or any of the sides tried to summon him, he refused to appear for anything. It’s not like Thomas needed him around every moment of the day. Then again, Logan hardly felt like he was needed at all lately.

Besides, unlike when Virgil ducked out, Logan's functions would continue to impact and influence Thomas regardless of whether or not he involved himself. He didn’t have to show up at all now. He wasn’t needed, and he certainly wasn’t wanted. Not by Thomas, not by anyone.

A distant part of him hoped they would come looking for him, that they would all follow him to his room and ask him to come back just like they did when Virgil had ducked out. It was selfish, cruelly so, but he still wished that he meant enough for them to miss him.

They didn’t.

After weeks of hiding away in his room without a word, Logan was starting to get used to the isolation. It was almost comforting, in a strange way. He no longer had to endure the constant arguing and insults, the endless slew of problems and crises that never wanted to be solved. He could focus on his scheduling and his projects without interruption.

As nice as it was, Logan couldn’t help but somewhat miss the noise. He didn’t want to admit it, but he secretly enjoyed the movie nights and the banter, even some of the puns and songs. He missed the sound of laughter, even if it was directed at him most of the time.

But it didn’t matter. If they didn’t want him around then he would just live with the memory of the time he had with them, back when they were all still a family.

Virgil was getting worried. He usually worried about everything, but this was different. He hadn’t seen Logan in weeks, neither had any of the other sides or even Thomas. Normally he’d get it, sometimes people just needed some alone time. Hell, Virgil understood that very well, but the problem was that Logan had never expressed a need to be left alone before. As long as Virgil had known him, Logan had always been on top of things. He was always so self-assured and confident about everything, and even if something got to him, he always bounced back quickly. For him to duck out for so long without warning or explanation was definitely note-worthy in Virgil's book.

That was why, despite Patton asking him to respect Logan's privacy and Roman's insistence on leaving him alone, Virgil still bit back his nervousness and knocked on the logical sides door.

He didn’t hear anything, and part of him kind of saw that coming. That part of Virgil was currently freaking out while the rest of him was trying to figure out what to do.

"Logan? You there?”

No response.

Virgil ignored the shake in his hands and the tightness on his chest as he tried to continue.

“Look, I get that you probably want to be alone right now, and believe me, I’ve been there, but you’ve been gone for a while now and I’m kind of starting to get worried.”

He laughed to himself, despite the fear that was starting to choke him from the inside out. “I know, what else is new. I’m sure I’m probably overthinking this, but I just want to make sure you’re doing okay. I haven’t seen you in a while now, and I just wanted to check in on you.”

It could have just been Virgil's imagination, but he swore he heard a muffled something from behind the door. He couldn’t make out exactly what it was, but he took it as a sign enough that he was welcome to keep talking.

“Look, I know I’m not really good with this kind of thing, but I do want you to know that I miss having you around. I really like hanging out with you, and I get that you probably don’t want to talk to me or anyone, but I just hope you can come back downstairs and join us for a movie night soon.”

Virgil waited another moment, praying that he’d hear something or that Logan would open the door and talk to him again, even if it was just to tell him that he was overthinking and to stop worrying about nothing. As long as it meant Logan was talking to him.

He didn’t hear anything, especially not Logan's voice.

Virgil sighed to himself, letting his worry turn into despair. “Alright, I guess I’ll leave you alone now. It’s just- I miss you, y’know? You can always talk to me if you need to, okay? I promise, I’ll listen. I will. I just don’t want you feeling like you’re alone.”

After allowing himself one final second of pause on the off chance that Logan might still say something, he finally turned to leave, the silence behind him deafening.

Patton didn’t like to admit it when things were getting bad. If something was wrong, then it meant that he or someone else was struggling and Thomas might be hurting as a result.

He knew that it never happened on purpose. No one went out of their way to hurt Thomas, especially not by letting themselves suffer in the process. Still, knowing that someone was hurting and that they couldn’t or wouldn’t talk about it always bothered him. He had been working hard to stop hiding his own sad feelings, and he wanted everyone else to know that they ought to do the same. Patton had gotten used to the others coming to him when they needed to; he made it clear to everyone that his room and arms were always open if someone needed comfort or support.

By now he had had his share of Roman mourning lost opportunities or ranting about imperfect ideas, and of Virgil working himself up over a small misunderstanding until he needed to calm down with a supportive dad hug, even if he said he thought they were embarrassing.

In all his years, however, Logan had never gone to him.

It made a bit of sense; Logan was always so cool and collected. There was nothing Patton felt he couldn’t figure out, but that didn’t mean he was incapable of seeking out comfort every now and then. Even if the others didn’t see it, Patton could tell when something was weighing on him. It was subtle, but he saw it in the way his shoulders sagged how his voice lacked any enthusiasm.

Whatever had been bothering Logan, it had been going on for quite a while now, and Patton tried over and over again to cheer him up. He’d tell his funniest jokes, put on Logan's favorite shows, and give out reminders that he would always be there for everyone, and that he would listen if anyone needed to talk about something.

Logan never took the hint. He would insist he was fine, or tell Patton not to assume things, but it always ended with him refusing to admit he wasn’t doing well.

Now he had been cooped up in his room for weeks, and Patton didn’t want to admit it, but it was officially a problem to be handled.

At first he was willing to give Logan his space and let him take some time to be alone for a little while. He knew that the last thing he would have wanted was Patton's cheery, cheesy self smothering him with a whole bunch of mushy feelings Logan never liked dealing with.

After Virgil tried and failed to get through to him, though, Patton figured it had gotten bad enough for him to step in. So, with a plate of cookies in hand and a hopefully convincing smile on his face, Patton knocked gingerly on Logan's door.

And was only met with silence.

Patton paused, shifting slightly where he stood, before knocking again, this time louder.

“Hey, Logan! How’re you holding up?” he called, trying to keep his voice cheery.

No response.

“Um, okay, well I know you’re probably not feeling too good right now, but I was hoping I could cheer you up a little bit! I brought some cookies, and if you wanted we could just, I don’t know, hang out for a little bit. It could be just us two, if you like.”

Patton almost heard a slight shuffling from behind the door, and he pressured on.

“Listen, it’s okay if you’re feeling kinda bad right now. I’ve been there myself. It’s just, I hope you know that you can always come to me if you need to. You can talk to any of us about whatever’s bothering you, okay? We’re all here for you, and we’re all worrying about you, kiddo.”

This time he heard a much clearer noise in response. A cough, or some sort of dry chuckle, like someone who didn’t want to be caught laughing at an unfunny joke.

“Logan? You okay?”

Nothing, not even the same sound as before.

Patton tried not to let his voice betray the creeping grief and fear he was feeling. “Okay, well I guess I’ll just leave you alone for now, then. I’ll uh, I’ll leave the cookies out here by the door, just in case you might want them later. They might help you feel better.”

Patton set the tray down, ensuring no one would be able to trip on it accidentally before making his way back downstairs, wishing he knew how to help.

Logan felt awful. Actually, he hardly felt at all anymore, but what little he did still feel was far from enjoyable. He had stopped keeping track of how long he had been in his room, and the days were blending together as he rotted in his self-imposed prison.

He initially thought it would be good to take a break from the others, to spend some time alone and let them deal with their problems without him. After so much time in isolation, though, he started to become aware of this ache in his chest, sinking over his heart. Every day it got worse, and he worried that it would one day consume him entirely until there was nothing left but the pain.

Maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing. After all, Thomas was functioning just fine without him, and the others didn’t seem to mind his absence all that much. Maybe it was for the best that he faded away in his room, letting himself be forgotten. He was sure that there would be less problems to manage without him constantly bringing up his pointless wants and needs.

So what if he wanted to help Thomas? So what if that was the only purpose he’s ever known? If no one else needed him there, if he didn’t matter as a side, then maybe he just shouldn’t try to help out anymore. No one appreciated his efforts, anyway.

Virgil was the first to check in on him. He sounded concerned, and for a moment Logan was almost touched. Almost. He didn’t know what was wrong, or what to do, and Logan felt himself burning at that fact. How could Virgil have no idea what happened? He had endured years of Roman's bullying before his attention shifted to Logan. If anyone would know how this felt, it ought to be him. He wanted to say just that, but that would mean admitting that he was more affected by it than he should be. It would show them all just how weak he really was.

Virgil left him alone after that, and Logan didn’t know if he was grateful or resentful for it.

Patton came shortly after. He was sympathetic, if not fully understanding, and tried to make an effort to comfort him. Logan was tempted to talk to him, or to open the door and finally let him see, but then Patton lied to him. He said they all cared about him, and that they would all listen to him. Logan couldn’t help but laugh. If either of those statements were ever true, he wouldn’t be hiding in his room right now. Sure, maybe Virgil would listen, or Patton might care, but to say that all of them thought he mattered? He couldn’t think of a more ridiculous claim.

After Patton gave up too, he stopped expecting anyone else to visit. Who else would care to?

If he were human, he’d probably be dead by now. It had been several weeks, probably over a month, and he hadn’t left his room or even spoken at all. He hadn’t bothered to eat or drink anything either, spending most of his days either sleeping or going over his older projects. He’d have certainly starved to death by this point, but it’s not like food really meant anything to him. He wasn’t real, sustenance was pretty much optional for him.

He couldn’t even die.

Well, he could, technically. He exists because Thomas decides he will. Logan's life is tied to him inextricably. If Thomas died, so would he. Or, if Thomas decided he didn’t want or need him as a side anymore, he would simply stop existing entirely.

Logic would still continue to function of course, that aspect was as constant and continuing as the passage of time. Logan merely existed as a face to the function. Thomas wanted to give himself a literal “Voice of Reason”, and as such created Logan as a representation of his own logic.

But what if Thomas didn't want that anymore? What if he decided, much like the others have by now, that Logan wasn't really important? All he'd have to do is decide Logan wasn't a side anymore and then poof! He'd no longer exist.

That thought should worry him. It should terrify him to think that his current absence could prompt Thomas to unmake him entirely, but instead he felt a calming wave of acceptance.

It didn’t matter if he was here or not, or if he really existed.

No one cared, no one would miss him.

Roman had never seen Logan as upset as he was that day. Sure, he had seen him stressed and frustrated before, but the pain he saw on his face was unlike anything he had ever thought the other side was even capable of experiencing. Logan had thrown a few rude comments and even lost his temper on occasion, but nothing like this. Logan had never reacted like that before, not to anything. He had been so hurt that he was now refusing to talk to anyone, not even leaving his room. Roman didn’t understand, they had always butted heads in the past and exchanged plenty of insults, so what had prompted such a strong response this time? What went wrong between them?

Everything had carried on like normal before it happened, despite Roman feeling rather worse for wear. He was desperate for a chance to prove himself as still worthy of his princely role and the urge to come up with a perfect idea was becoming overbearing. It seemed like every suggestion he brought up was being shut down by Logan all day, and the pressure was mounting.

That was when the argument exploded. It all became too much and he finally snapped at Logan, far too frustrated to focus on reasoning with him. He knew starting a fight when they’re both already at their wits end would only make things worse, but at that point all Roman wanted was for Logan to just cut him some slack. He relied on Logan's approval more than anyone’s; if his goals and dreams had any chance of coming to fruition then he needed logic to see some merit in what he had to offer. His opinion made the difference between a good idea and wishful thinking.

That fact meant everything to him, and in that moment it was the last thing on his mind. He just wanted to make something worthwhile again, and he needed Logan to hear him out. Hearing every one of his ideas get repeatedly shut down had struck a nerve, and he acted in anger when he should have tried to reason with him. Roman only meant to make him listen and those hurtful words had slipped out before he could think about it.

He was definitely thinking about it now.

Roman could hardly sleep. He hadn’t seen Logan at all after their fight, with him not even having left his room for months now. Roman wanted to knock on his door and talk things out, but the stubborn silence the others were met with earlier was evidence enough that Logan wasn’t interested in hearing him out at all.

The events of that day played out over and over in his head, hurting worse each time. He didn’t mean for it to go that far, but now Logan was hurt and he didn’t know how to make it better.

How could he apologize to Logan when he couldn’t even talk to him? Both Virgil and Patton had tried to check in on him, but to no avail. Logan had stopped talking to all of them.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit pleased at first. Without Logan shutting down every idea he came up with, it was a lot easier for Roman's suggestions to be considered. Of course, Logan had been there for a reason. Now that he wasn’t here to keep everyone else on track, plans were becoming near impossible and arguments came up more frequently.

Honestly, life without Logan was a nightmare. One that Roman was eager to wake up from.

Now he stood outside of Logan's door, building up the courage to knock.

He had been up all night trying to come up with the perfect way to apologize. Flowers, speeches, groveling, gifts, even a whole performance that somehow managed to include all of the above. As extravagant and theatrical as his plans were, none of them felt authentic enough. They were all performative and grand, but he doubted they would come off as genuine.

He needed to speak from the heart, first and foremost. Whatever he says, it has to be real.

He only hoped Logan would be willing to listen to whatever he ended up saying.

Roman took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the door, waiting patiently for a response that he already knew he wouldn’t receive.

Sure enough, all that answered was silence.

Roman knocked again, this time louder. “Logan? It’s me. Can we talk? Please?”

Still nothing.

“Look, I know I upset you, and I swear I didn’t mean to, but I just wanted to talk about what happened. I wanted to make sure you’re okay, and to let you know that I’m sorry. Can you please just open the door so I can see you? I want to apologize, and I want to do it the right way. I want to make this right between us. I just need to see how you’re doing. I’m worried about you, we all are.”

Silence followed again and Roman was almost ready to admit defeat, until he heard the sudden and swift click of the door unlocking.

He grasped the door handle, turning it gently as the door opened for him. Not willing to let this opportunity get away from him, he quickly entered the room.

Only to stop dead in his tracks once he crossed the threshold.

Logan's room was completely desolated. The walls had completely lost their rich blue color and were now faded to a dull grey, the only thing breaking up the blank expanse being a myriad of cracks and chips in the paint. Dust covered every surface, and scraps of paper lay scattered like apathetic autumn leaves. Logan's bed was disheveled and unkempt, and clothes were haphazardly strewn about the room in a horrendously uncharacteristic manner. What little light the room still had in it was dim, and the air was impossibly cold.

God, this was worse than he thought.

Roman squinted his eyes through the dark and finally found Logan, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall on the far side of the room. Even with the darkness and distance, Roman could still tell that he was worse for wear. His tie was discarded completely, his shirt unbuttoned and untucked. The dark circles under his eyes rivalled Virgil's makeup, and the eyes themselves looked tired and vacant. His pale and faded form almost made him look like a ghost, and he didn’t seem to acknowledge Roman at all as he continued to stare blankly forward.

“Logan?”

All he got in response was a nod, Logan's eyes never meeting Roman's.

“Can I come over there?”

A shrug this time, but it was enough for Roman to take it as a yes. He slowly moved to him, the sound of papers crunching beneath his shoes now thunderous in the otherwise silent room. He stopped and kneeled an arms length away from him, keeping his eyes level with Logan's.

He still didn’t look at him, focusing instead on the clock.

“Can you look at me, or even just say something?”

Logan only clenched his jaw in response, not reacting otherwise.

Roman summoned a jar of Crofters, holding it out in front of him. Logan looked down at it, a small spark of something flashing in his eyes for a moment, only for it to fade as quickly as it came. He looked away with a sigh, not even bothering to grab the jar.

“Aren’t you hungry? How long has it been since you’ve eaten?”

Another shrug.

“Have you slept at all?”

Logan didn’t react to the question, still looking off to the side. If Roman were to guess, he’s either been sleeping far too much or not at all. Hopefully not the latter.

Roman sighed, moving to sit down beside him. He tried not to focus on how Logan subtly flinched as a result, or on how it tugged at something in his chest.

“Logan, I’m sorry. I truly am. What happened earlier, what I said to you then, I didn’t mean it. I never meant to hurt you like that, I swear.” Roman paused for a moment, hoping Logan would respond or at least look at him, but he didn’t. His eyes were downcast, looking absently at his hands, but he didn’t react to what Roman had said.

“Please, I know I’ve hurt you. I didn’t mean to, but I did. I want to make it better, but I don’t know how. I don’t know what I can do to show you how much I care about you.”

Logan let out a scoff at that, his jaw clenching again as his hands balled into fists. He definitely heard what Roman was saying, but he sure as hell didn’t believe a word of it. Still, any reaction is better than none at all, as far as Roman was concerned. At least he was listening.

“Logan, I’ve treated you terribly for far too long, I see that now. I should have known how badly you were hurting. I should have done or said something or just stopped tormenting you like that, but I didn’t, and I’m so sorry for that. I shouldn’t have hurt you the way that I did, and I shouldn’t have let you believe that I didn’t care about you.”

Logan started to release some of the tension he was holding. Not much, but it was a start. Roman ducked his head as he tried to focus on what he was going to say. He had to get this right.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I miss having you around. Really, I do. We all miss you so much and it kills me to see you like this. I just wish you’d come back downstairs and be with us again, it’s not the same without you there with us. I want you back, please. We all do.”

“Falsehood.”

Roman's head shot back up to look at Logan. His arms were now wrapped almost protectively around himself, and his knees were tucked up to his chest. He looked so small like this, but his eyes had sharpened with an anger that was only exaggerated in the roughness of his voice.

“You don’t miss me,” he started, tone hoarse and raspy from disuse. “You don’t want me. You don’t even need me. No one does.” Logan turned his head, finally looking at Roman. “Leave.”

Roman could only stare back in shock. What had he done? Logan wasn’t just hurt; he was completely and utterly broken. How could Roman have messed up so severely without even realizing it? How could he have let this happen? He needed to fix this, here and now.

“I can’t, Logan. I won’t just leave you like this. God, how could I have failed you so badly? I never wanted this for you, I swear. This is the last thing I wanted.”

Logan rolled his eyes, looking back away. The anger was still there, but it had started to dim.

“We do need you, Logan. Life without you is a complete disaster, and I’m so sorry that this is what it took for us to realize it. Without you here, we can hardly get anything done. Sure, at first I thought it would be nice. Thomas was listening to my suggestions a lot more and I really needed that. But none of them are working. Without any plans or direction, all of my ideas are going up in smoke. We aren’t mapping things out right, we keep overlooking things and missing stuff we need to focus on. I can hardly remember the last time Thomas remembered to cook an actual meal for himself. And the others are an absolute mess right now. We fight all the time, and we can’t agree on anything. Patton is a wreck without you here, and Virgil has convinced himself that you’re dead.”

Or working on it, Roman thought to himself.

“Please, you are so important to Thomas, to all of us. Especially to me.”

Logan looked back up at him now, a look of uncertainty on his face.

“I need you to help me make my dreams a reality. I need you to keep me on track when I start to overdo things. I need you because without you, I can’t do anything.”

Logan started to relax the tight ball he had wrapped himself into, but not by much.

“And as much as I need you, I also just plain miss you. I miss our jokes, I miss talking over movies with you, I miss seeing you laugh and smile. I haven’t heard you laugh in years now, and you really do have such a wonderful smile. Even just watching you dig into Crofters with all the zeal of a multi-headed hydra at a buffet is something I wish I could see again.” Roman continued.

Logan's eyes drifted back over to the discarded jar of jam, that same spark from earlier flitting over his face for a moment. Roman swore he heard his stomach growl.

“Please just come back to us, Logan. I know I messed this up, but I swear to you that I will do whatever I can to make sure it never happens again.”

Logan sighed, tilting his head back against the wall as he let his eyes slip shut. “I don’t know how to feel again,” he whispered. “I stopped trying for so long, I can’t remember what it’s like.”

Something tugged at Roman's heart again, but he powered through as best as he could.

“You can talk it out with me. Whatever you’re thinking or feeling, I’ll listen. I promise.”

Logan swallowed slightly, letting out a shaky breath. There was a moment of silence, and Roman worried he had shut back down again. Instead, Logan took another deep breath.

“It’s exhausting,” he mumbled, voice still strained. “I try so hard to be heard, to be seen, and no one notices or cares. It’s hard to see the point in continuing anymore, when all it ever gets me is more neglect and ridicule.” He looked over at Roman, eyes shining with tears. “What’s the point in existing when none of it matters? When I don’t even matter?”

“You do,” Roman blurted out. “You mean so much to me, to all of us. Without you, we’re lost. Thomas needs you so much, and we all want you back with us. You matter. You always have, and you always will. I’m so sorry we let you think you didn’t.”

The tears Logan struggled to hold back finally fell from his eyes, and Roman felt his heart breaking all over again. Logan screwed his eyes shut, running a hand over his face to try and stop crying, but it did little to stop the torrent that finally spilled from the breaking dam in his mind.

“I don’t mean to- I mean, this just isn’t… please don’t say anything,” he choked out past the tears, not looking at him. “This isn’t like me.”

Roman obediently stayed quiet, letting Logan ride the wave of his emotional breakdown. Turns out he was mistaken before; this is the most hurt he had ever seen him. How many years of pain had he buried for it to have built up like this? How much of it was Roman's fault?

Eventually Logan stopped crying, the shaking breaths slowing down to small gasps as the tears finally ran out. He looked embarrassed now, almost ashamed of how he had acted.

“Can you not tell the others about this?” he pleaded, eyes downcast. “I can’t stand the idea of them knowing that any of this happened, or that I had reacted like that.”

Roman could only nod, unsure of what he could say that would help Logan feel better.

There was a brief period of silence before Logan spoke again, his voice barely a whisper.

“Will things ever get better? Will I stop being like this one day?”

Roman forced back the tears that threatened to spill free at any moment, shifting his stance until he was kneeling beside him. “There’s nothing you need to be or stop being as long as you’re still you, and things will always get better. We’ll work this out together,” he said, offering his hand.

Logan eyed it for a moment, before slowly taking hold of it. Roman smiled, standing back up and gently guiding Logan to his feet. Logan swayed slightly, holding onto Roman to gain his balance.

“What do you say we get out of this room for a little while?” Roman offered. “We don’t have to go downstairs or talk to anyone else if you don’t want to, but I think a change of scenery is in order. That and there’s something in the Imagination I think you’d like to see.”

Logan looked skeptical but gave him a nod, and Roman quickly sank them both out of the room. With the two of them now standing in an open field in the Imagination, Roman willed the sky to change, swiftly casting the land into the soft darkness of the night sky.

All at once the sky burst to life. Stars and planets lit up the expanse in dazzling color and light, with nebulas and galaxies impossibly visible and beautifully vivid. It was a moving piece of art, and some of Roman's proudest work in his own opinion.

Logan gasped beside him, eyes widened in surprise and delight at the view above him. Roman saw a ghost of a smile starting to form, and he felt himself beam at the small victory.

“It’s incredible,” Logan exhaled, eyes not leaving the night sky. “Thank you.” His voice still bore a hint of roughness from his time spent alone, but Roman could make out a spark of emotion working its way out. Despite it all, he still fell in love with the stars.

“I can’t lasso the moon for you, but I’ll show you the universe very night, if you want.”

Logan glanced away from the stars for a moment to look at Roman, the spark slowly starting to fan itself into a faint flame. “I think I’d like that.”

Logan gave him a small but genuine smile, still holding his hand like it was the only thing keeping him standing. Maybe it was, but Roman didn’t mind at all. He was going to guide his friend back to life one way or another, and if Logan was going to hold onto him the whole time, then he wasn’t going to complain one bit. Feeling Logan's hand in his own helped to remind him that in spite of everything, his friend was still beside him.

That simple fact mattered more to Roman than anything else.

@britt-ish123 @lio-the-chaotic-nonbeanie-weenie @rougeside4 @nico-the-overlord @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat @keitaisghost @can-i-take-a-stab @new-zee-land

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic #my fic

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barbiecrocs · 6 months ago

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Miguel O'Hara

Part 1

tags! Actress x Businessman

WC. 1655

Barbies Note... Hey yall this is the story I was talking about. Sooooo enjoy! 😜😜😜 (Also this is my first time writing something with no smut. There will be smut but just not in this first chapter. Stay tuned.😈)

Mind Games

Mind Games, Competition, and Struggle. The three things in his life that cause him the utmost pain. The three things in his life that cause the others around him an almost greater pain. The three things in his life that are always interwoven with every job, day, and moment in his life since birth.

And today will be no different or better. Today will be all three jam-packed into a single conversation like a smelly can of sardines that might, no, will affect him for the rest of his life. But there isn’t enough time to dwell on it when his brother Gabriel strides in head held high, hair slicked back, sporting his favorite tan suit with a powder blue uniform shirt on under, and displaying a toothy grin once they make eye contact. However, they only maintain it for a split second before Miguel redirects his eyes to the chair in front of him on the other side of the table. For Gabriel, that action speaks volumes about where they stand after their previous spat. Yet, he doesn’t voice his newly found information to prevent turning their father’s “father-son meeting” into an immature sibling squabble they’ve had countless times.

“Ah, you’re here early.” He voices instead, his tone friendly but versatile, ready to switch up the second Miguel throws a jab which happens sooner than later.

“Early is on time.” There it is. Miguel barely holds back the bite in his voice making it evident that he isn't in the mood for simple banter or conversation. But the bite in his tone bounces off of Gabriel like two positive ends of a magnet, which is ironic in a sense. It almost makes Miguel want to laugh, but it never makes its way to his vocal cords or face, not a sliver of a chortle on the way. “You sound more like our father every time I see you.” Again… Ironic. Miguel doesn’t voice it, instead, he goes for another jab but closer to the heart, “You act more and more like him every time I see you.” A subtle change to the insult once used towards him that packs a very heavy punch. It’s the value that the words hold that has Gabriel stilling for a second before sitting down and a very small grin tugging on Miguel's lips considering the heinous crimes their father has committed.

He’s a true tyrant and capitalist at heart. He has to have complete control over his employees and doesn’t believe in being able to rise to the top without stepping on someone’s toes, a true realist if you will. “That’s not true and you know it.” Gabriel’s eyes narrow and his tone is almost juvenile while Miguel remains unbothered. ‘Oops, struck a nerve.’ Miguel thinks, noticing his brother’s tan suit-clad elbows and forearms now on the table as he leans forward, an intimidation tactic old as time itself. Miguel knows he should be the bigger person and leave the conversation hanging, but the creak of the first door echoes into the room. ‘Father is here.’ He thinks to himself, and it’s all the motivation he needs to engage and end the silly game he started. “Why do I get the feeling that you're trying to convince yourself more than me?”

Gabriel can’t do anything but respond with silence and lean back in his chair when their father walks in with a suit nearly indistinguishable from his. Miguel doesn’t want to do anything but laugh at the nearly defeated expression Gabriel wears on his face, but he settles for a small smirk that can only be noticed if you’ve known the man all his life, which only a handful of people do.

“Ah, as to be expected, you're both early. But I suppose early is on time, it’s me who is late.” Their father George chuckles unbeknownst to himself being ignored as glares and looks are briefly thrown between Miguel and Gabriel before he realizes that it’s his turn to subtly smirk with irony. Something so small that only his eyes alone communicate, “Who is trying to convince who?” With an impish tone. It truly is miraculous the connection they have. Before Miguel can talk back with his eyes, their father puts the meeting into session. “Ahem, enough glaring, children. Leave your problems and spats at the conference door. After all, we have things to discuss.” Gabriel drops everything pertaining to Miguel and gives his undivided attention. Miguel on the other hand, doesn’t give a damn about pissing off their father or having his approval for shit, “Then let’s get to it while you’re still alive, old man.” He retorts, but to no avail, it does not affect their father. Instead, he wears a small close-eyed smile and nods.

“As you both know, I’ve gotten up there in age.” He begins.

“You also know that I can’t run this business in my death bed or casket.”

“I’m pretty sure you can see where this is going…”

“I’m going to pass Alchemax down to either of you.”

Now, Miguel doesn’t want to jump out of his seat because his odds of receiving Alchemax are 90/10, but he can’t help the way that his foot starts tapping rigorously with thrill. Not to say that running Alchemax is right down his line of work, but running Alchemax is right down his line of work. It was made for him the same way Peanut Butter was made for Jelly and you can't convince him it's not.

“But,”

Oh?

With that single word, he feels that his 90/10 odds are going to drop not-so in his favor. After all, it would be his family that causes him the most problems.

“Since both of you have your heads on straight and are qualified to run Alchemax, you won’t be competing through smarts or who is the better businessman, but instead, popularity.”

Yeah, his odds are looking more like 30/70 now. But he doesn’t voice how much he hates the thought because ultimately, it’s a decent idea and he only hates it because he isn’t the more popular one out of him and his brother. Not by a long shot, really.

In a world full of bored and gossipy civilians who are searching and foaming at the mouth for drama and entertainment, he’s been made out to be the mean, hardass, big brother while his brother is the understandable, golden retriever type of guy in every piece of media. But, that narrative also comes from a certain someone not liking him.

“This might seem meaningless and unnecessary, but things aren’t like how they were back in the day. Nowadays people care about the man or woman behind the product they’re buying because by all means if they don’t like you, they will take their business elsewhere. Take Amazonian for example, one whistleblower exposed them for their terrible working conditions and now everyone hates them. Everyone is using this new thing called Temo which honestly sounds like a scam, but they’d rather get scammed than put money in Amazonian’s pockets.”

Almost right after ending his last sentence, Gabriel's hand shoots up to his side, raising his hand as if he's back in grade school. But he doesn't wait for his father to call on him, instead, he starts talking on his own time. “And how long do we have to meet your expectations?” A question that has their father showcasing a once-in-a-lifetime grin, aka, Miguel is not going to like this answer. “Two weeks.”

You know, their father has always not only favored Gabriel but put more effort into building a healthy relationship with him altogether. So yes, they’re close, but never did Miguel think that his father would be so narrow-minded with favoritism that he’d give his younger brother an advantage in being his successor. That is just illogical. “Father, I know you’re a smart man and surely you have a plan for how you want things to go. But giving Gabriel a leg up by suggesting something he is a professional at seems unjust and mindless to me.” Just like that, their father’s smile is gone, only to be painted back on his face once he finds a witty comeback. “What seems mindless to me is the fact that you opened your mouth without thinking first. Do you not remember the speech I gave about Amazonian? In case you don’t let me recap it for you in five words. You need to be likable. That might seem like a foreign concept since you never cared if others liked you, but in the adult world you live in and the CEO world you want to enter, it is essential. Now, if you ask me, you shouldn’t have such a problem with being likable because I’m sure you’re getting tired of being “the hated one” all the time. Lastly, if you have such a problem with it, you don’t have to compete. I have no problem with writing Gabriel’s name into ownership of Alchemax.”

Right, he almost forgot who he was. Who his father was. He’d never sway his opinion to side with Miguel of all people. And that’s fine because Miguel has never been one to bitch and complain. He overcomes and follows through. “Well, there’s no need for that. I will meet your standards and more. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some calls to make.”

“I look forward to it.” His father quips right before he can make it out the door.

Almost as soon as Miguel makes it out the door and shuts it behind him, a prominent sigh is pushed out of his lungs and through his lips. “A few calls.” What was he thinking? He desperately tried to make it seem like he had more going on than what he actually had. To be truthful. He doesn’t know where to start nor does he know the first thing about popularity.

But he may know someone… Actually, he might have to make a few calls.

Next Part

#miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 #Buisness au #actress au #miguel ohara smut #smut

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brights-place · 1 year ago

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LJ Headcannons

Warnings: Slight Gore, Fluff, Swearing

A/N: I love LJ so here’s some dumb Headcannons for him!

- He allows Sally to paint his claws sometimes but gets rid of them before a kill.

- He tries to act sweet with the creepypasta kids but due to his experience with Issac he seems to be creepy. Took the kids awhile to try get to know him more.

- Thrives on pranks and competes with Kagekao and April Fools

- Bipolar

- gets into some arguments with Kagekao on who’s the better dressed in Black and white…

- Jill and ChessMaster always glance at eachother before recording the scene.

- He likes to watch Some creepypasta sleep since He dosen’t need to He finds it weird.

- When you came to the mansion he started to poke you whenever you where sleeping

- LJ takes particular interest to befriend most of the children of the slender mansion trying his best but when it comes to his victims it’s a whole diffrent story.

- like to talk about his victims and how he kills them.

- Very Childish

- He dosen’t understand emotions that well.

- When he’s angered He’s either very creepy or he flips onto the floor and throws a tantrum like a child due to the fact he had been surrounded by kids his whole existence

- These temper tantrums is how he thinks how people should be upset Lora do people get hurt though.

- about 7’3-8’0 Mans Lanky and can tower over yall.

- Hates being left alone, forgotten or ignored he would throw a huge fit.

- Slender created a rule to never touch the music box until it changes spots.

- LJ use to find it comfortable to be in the box at first when entering the mansion and rarely would come out unless he went out to do his little Adventures.

- Likes to dress up whenever he can - Jane caught him wearing her dress once when LJ was bored and was so fucking confused

- He smacks the shit out of anybody who comments on why he wore a dress around the place. - Jeff Was so confused and tried to make fun of LJ but got smacked

- “You Ugly Brat! I look fashionable”

- He dosen’t swear much he uses words such as ‘Butt hole’ and ‘Poop Brain’ as insults unless he’s really pissed then he’s going to start cussing like there’s no tomorrow.

- Enjoy Listening to Classics music or HyperPop music he’s open to any but he likes Classical music and Hyperpop more.

- Very sharp teeth - Two sets of teeth like a shark.

- He has poisoned sweets in his left pocket and Non-poisoned in his right

- He dosen’t know his lefts and rights so sometimes he gives Somebody a poisoned one by accident.

- Doctor smiley hates LJ for the amount of times he gave Toby, Sally, and Zero poisoned candy by accident.

- purposely trips over Candypop once for stealing his sweets.

- Likes to mimic the personality of his new “owners” (aka his victims)

- Very stretchable and can jump super high

- He Likes to Hum to pop goes the weasel multiple times

- You Can Hear him from a mile away because of his humming of the song. - He will throw hands if someone disses on his outfit and style. - Laughing Jill and Laughing Jack glare at eachother before doing hand shake. - Sometimes LJ and Jill decided to swap outfits for some days - LJ watches Sally bake and asks questions sometimes. - LJ absolutely HATES electronics due to him being in the 1800s he hated the new generation. - One of the kids he looked after was a Gen Z... - He was stuck in his box bawling his eyes out. - LJ can waltz dance. He taught sally - Likes to file his claws to make them sharper. - EJ and LJ stare at eachother before walking past - "Jack" "Hm.. Jack" - Every Now and then he likes to steal the toys from his victims or small items as trophies. - He likes to rip every single thing out of his victims chests and body. - Guts them all out. - Lulu and Ej along with other Cannibals complain how LJ and multiple others waste the amount of month worth of meat was wasted. - LJ has a very heavy accent which is hard to hear and understand so it took other CPs awhile to understand him

#creepypasta #headcannons #Laughing jack #LJ #Creepypasta Laughing jack #Creepypasta Headcannons #Creepypasta Clowns #Laughing jack Headcannons #Creepypasta fandom #Creepypasta LJ #What am I doing with my life?

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years ago

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fic rec friday 14

welcome the the fourteenth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. tell me again, do you love me? by @hiuythn

If it were anybody else, Lance would think they’re messing with him for fun.

But Keith is Keith, straight-forward and guileless. If he’s touching Lance more, it’s only because he’s gotten more comfortable. And on one hand, that’s great, that’s—Lance feels very honored. His heart is doing backflips and aerial stunts and everything. On the other, this is really not helping with his raging crush.

His breaking point turns out to be when Keith, exhausted after a day of subspace meetings, drops his head onto Lance’s shoulder and sighs.

It’s a sigh that says, now I’m comfortable, that admits, I’m recharging, that practically screams, you help.

Hands in his pockets, he lets Lance bear his weight as if he trusts Lance to handle it. Great. That’s just—how dare he. How dare he be so vulnerable with Lance? Who does that?

It’s so enraging that Lance just blurts out, “I’m going to need you to stop doing this before I fall in love with you even more, asshole.”

Keith freezes. - Or, five times Lance acknowledges his feelings for Keith and one time Keith reciprocates.

okay hiuythn is literally one of if not my favourite klance artist to ever cross this fandom. she is, as she has titled herself, the total queen of best friends to lovers. she nails it every time. this fic in particular is somehow exactly what the description says and also not what you expect. i have read this fic dozens of times, i read it every time i really want to smile with my whole heart. this fic is cute and sweet and funny and GOD i love it

2. ‘CAUSE EVERY TIME WE TOUCH I GET THIS FEELING by @hiuythn

“It is a blessing,” the high priest warbles. God, he’s so old that Lance is afraid he’ll just expire on the spot. “From our God of Celibacy, to aid you in your fight to keep your bodies free of worldly taint.”

“Okay,” says Lance. “Only we didn’t ask for it. We asked for your planet’s support in a war.”

Beside him, Keith is staring at his bare hand, expression stormy.

Earlier, he had placed it on Lance’s exposed wrist and something like an electric shock had ripped through them at the touch.

“You should’ve told us that participating in your religious ceremony would do this to us,” he says now, a growl under his words.

The high priest falters in his tracks, confused by their lack of gratitude.

Yeah, fuck you, man. Don’t go around giving people spiritual STDs.

yall are gonna get a lot of hiuythn today. and ur gonna like it. bc yet another thing she nails is the black paladin keith red paladin lance dynamic!! theyre so stupid and codependent. i love them. this whole fic is just the funniest premise alive, and no fic makes me laugh like a hiuythn fic. oh and also quick warning that this fic IS explicit, but i encourage u to give it a try even if thats not ur thing bc i guarantee you will be laughing

3. baby sweetheart darling love by @hiuythn

Keith gives Lance a nickname. Lance mistakenly assumes that it’s an insult.

god i love this one. the idea of keith being so whipped that he doesn’t even realise that hes slipping out the fondest nickname in the world every time he speaks...god. i love him. hes so dorky and soft i adore them liek actually

4. skin hunger by @hiuythn

Keith is touch-starved to the point of stupidity. Lance helps. Lance tries to help. Lance tries.

the description alone should have yall clicking the fic fr. its so cute, and yet again the best friends to lovers and black paladin keith/red paladin lance has been completely nailed like i cannot get enough. i would gobble up a thousand fics every single day by her honestly

5. i killed sendak for this by @hiuythn

“I’m married?” Keith blinks. “I’m married to you?”

i actually read this one years ago, before any of the other fics came out for me to obsess over, and i loved it then too!! so sweet and dorky and funny. also flustered down bad keith and flirty suave lance is always a peak dynamic actually

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#this one is almost 100& klance lol #and i pulled another 'all one author' thing again sorry #im annoying #anyways.#vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #friends to lovers #team as family #fluff and humour #fic rec #fic rec friday #longpost

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saltynsassy31 · 1 year ago

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It's so upsetting seeing people go "bro why you mad at shiver? Stop being mad at her, she's a fictional character"

When in reality is more than just that

First of, the people that say that are usually shiver and I'm pretty sure that if they were in the loosing streak that we are in they'd be all up and hands about it

Secondly, it is so much more than that

I've been seeing shiver fans complaining about things THEY have been doing ever single splatfest that we have been complaining about for centuries now! And when they get a taste of their own medicine, they keep going "chill out, its just a game"

Like bruh????

Like you haven't been insulting us every single splatfest???? And we are tired of this for good reason, we aren't just salty, you guys are mean!

I've had anonymous people come at me at some point and I turned it off before it got as bad as I've seen others get it

And sure, we on the other side get a little too mean, I've seen that and dont condone it, but come on, to be acting like it came out of nowhere and that we are just salty we lost?

Everytime shiver wins, its a complete mess of shiver fans calling us mean names and saying they're justified because they're the best

There is a reason why Big Man and Frye fans have a better time together

And lastly, we aren't, for the most part, mad at Shiver, we are mad at her fans, we are upset at the people representing her

Tho, on that note, a little PSA to Big Mannies and Fryers, stop mischaractising Shiver, she is not her fans, i hate OOC stuff in general and even though she's not my fave, she is not as mean as her fans, as many say, "Shiver won't sleep with you"

Shiver fans are diving people, we wouldn't be this upset if they didn't instigate it, sure some would still be, but all my friends, many people here on tumblr and others have noticed the hostility of shiver fans, even my friends who like shiver and go to her team notice how hostile the environment is!

So take your own fucking advice and chill the fuck out, it isn't us who needs to be hearing that

That aside

I haven't played tri color yet cuz we are preparing to receive a guest in 2 days, I will once I arrive home, but from what I've seen.... eesh, I'm kinda worried about yall😬

But it seems to still be going mostly fine, I'm actually excited to be fighting with big man, I haven't had many, if any, bad experiences with them!

One Last thing though, altho I understand the anger, fire with fire won't do anything but create more fire, don't give them a reason to spew more hate, I don't condone harassment, don't stoop to their level

If you still want them to loose, one thing I'd recommend is that is none violent, is if you're on the attacking team with them, be hands off for the most part and let the defender team take the lead, you don't attack the other team but don't help out either

DON'T FUCKING SPAWN CAMP THEM! I am 100% against spawn campers no matter the team, I have been vocal about it since the start! And I'm not going to make exceptions because it's my team or the team willing to help us out and i won't defend that just because we all agree to rise up against shiver, yes i agree that we need to band together against shiver, but what the actual hell has some of these videos I've seen be?!!?

Anyways

All I wanted to say was that, I understand the anger towards shiver fans after how they've been treating us for a year now and I agree we should band together against them and I wish they'd understand our side, but let's not become them, a little taste of their medicine is fine but cmon man, some of these have just been sad kfjsjajq

#salty rants #splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatfest #shiver vs frye vs big man #team shiver #cuz yall needa fucking listen too #not all #im aware #but a good amount of yall cuz istg #team frye #team big man #im also gonna turf off my anonymity again cuz yall i am scared vkdkskak ill turn it back on once things calm down

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yonybella · 1 year ago

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Why I think these characters are fucking LOSERS. (this is how I show my affection)

Shin Tsukimi:

•If I remember correctly, this mf STRUGGLES do a single push up

•"The riffraff!!" Brodie, you are NOT him!!!

Idia Shroud:

•Every sjngle word that comes out his mouth alters my way of thinking. It's a miracle the word "pog"/"poggers" hasnt left his mouth yet (Im sorry wifey I dont mean this fully)

•Yall remember how he litterally pulled up on ORTHO'S BACK to PE once?? I didnt forget that shi

Levithan

•"H-Hey quit it! I'm not used to people touching me, unless they're 2-dimensional!" I will staple those micro lips of yours shut, believe me when I say this.

•This mf would go to kareoke and sing 10 times in a row, and would probably want to sing more. No NORMAL person would like kareoke THAT much

•The normie insults make me cringe so mucj

•Ruri-Chan. I dont need to go on about this, do I?

Licorice Cookie:

•His ego is so big, but has the durability of EGGSHELLS

•I remember the official tik tok post a video of him in the BAD4 oufit and there was one part where he was doing this one thrusting like movement and I swear it was the most akward 2-3 seconds of my life. Like ok zest fest

•he finds CORNY puns funny (no offense Avocado cookie)

Tohru Kunikuda:

•Has a pet PIG!!!! NAMED HAMLET!!

•He might have a Linkin park poster in his room.

•COLLECTS CREEPY DOLLS!! No NON LOSER would do that! ☹️

Anyways thats all byeee :3

#Liar liar game #twisted wonderland #yttd #cookie run #obey me #idia shroud #tohru kunikuda #obey me levithan #licorice cookie #shin tsumiki

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delugeinacup · 2 years ago

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you know the woman in the fridge trope? thats what clint barton is in fanfiction. i dont think ive read a single winterhawk fanfiction that didnt strip and tear down and abuse clint for the benefit of some other character [in this case bucky] to rise above, improve themselves, be given motivation, be the hero and the big strong savior of some sort. thats all that ever happens to him. hes the damsel, hes the injured, the weak, the mess, the "disaster," the one constantly sacrificed for the sake of absolving and building up the other character into something big and good and better and important, always as the cost of clint’s autonomy, health, well being, dignity, self worth, skills and ability and value. so the other one can "build" clint back up and be hailed as the one that saved him and got him through his times of trouble and become the shining star in his life or in the story in general.

bucky doesnt have to do RIGHT, or be better or have his own character development... clint just has to be damaged and torn down in a way that makes whatever bucky IS already, LOOK better. so he can be the pillar for clint and by virtue of clint being so LOW, bucky is higher. its annoying. and its cliche, and its every single story in this entire fucking tag on tumblr and ao3. not one single one isnt like this. im not sure i can take it anymore. 241 pages of winterhawk fics, and i have not read a SINGLE one [excluding snapshots or kissficlets or pwp] that isnt this exact plot over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over.

[to be clear; ive read every. single. fic. in the winterhawk tag on ao3. 4,800 or so fics. - i filtered out threesomes and fics with other clint pairs and bucky pairs, or when clint/bucky was a past/former/barely there minor side pair. i may have skipped a few things because they were really poorly formatted or poorly written or were just art or bullet points or poems or ideas, but... yeah. all of them. im housebound, have insomnia and a compulsive disorder that drives me, and have NO life, so i have all the time in the world to read, so that’s what i did.]

no other character gets treated this way, that ive seen. and the depiction of clint in fanfiction is not even remotely canonical for him in the comics or movies. i dont get it. do yall not like the canon character at all? why not just make an oc then? if you are just gonna change everything about him except his name and the archery thing and some of the circus backstory, why not just find a different character to use or pair with bucky? maybe youve all been in echo chamber headcanons for so long you forgot who he is?

i guess no one in winterhawk LIKES clint, and just uses him to boost bucky and provide him with ever more glorification and character development - while stripping clint of all the things that make him clint, or plotting for him to lose them so he becomes dependent on bucky anyway. im close to abandoning this fandom entirely, [ooh, im sure youll be devastated if i leave, since im criticizing yall, right?] because the headcannon bullshit of clint being a pathetic tiny talentless incompetent clutzy disaster with no skill to speak of, spending all his time berated and belittled by everyone, only being spoken to in “bantery” insults and outclassed in every conceivable way, while having his marksmanship reduced to ONLY shooting arrows and even so, not up to snuff compared to the main character of the day, and stripping him of ANY and all combat skills, and he also cant speak a complete sentence without stuttering and blushing every other line is just... so fucking exhausting.

yall dont like clint at all, it seems, cause you reduce and disrespect and emasculate and infantilize him and use him solely as a dickless fuckhole for whoever you pair him with, and pretend hes an unintelligent oblivious idiot and ... god the incompetence thing really irritates me. at best, hes some kind of mascot to your ensemble fics, and is always always shredded and injured and needs to depend on everyone else and in no way is a worthy member of any agency... hes always the slapstick idiot who needs to be compensated for by everyone, and talked down to all the time because hes not good at literally anything. why is this depiction of him so popular?!?!

read the comics, guys. and not just fractions kinda lame take for the sake of glorifying kate.

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dreamwreaver · 6 months ago

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And I'm sick of having to explain to people like you who insist on putting shit like this in the ship tags instead of letting me enjoy my non cannon ship why I ship it but fuck it, I will.

Point by point;

1. The most important fact is that they are in HELL. Yknow? The place bad people go? While I understand the point narratively that if heaven doesn't know what gets people in there it's likely very arbitrary and stupid, but NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON in the main cast who is a sinner didn't do something to be there. Alastor was a serial killer, Angel was from a mob family and both he and his brother Arakniss worked for the family business, Husk is a gambler who worked in Las Vegas and was likely involved in some of that underbelly stuff. Also, let's recall; HE WAS AN OVERLORD meaning, he also owned souls and consider, we're seeing him post being owned for a while. Odds are that he was likely just as cruel as Alastor can be if not more so. Additionally, while Alastor forces Husk to work at the hotel note that he doesn't do anything to him with his chains until Husk insults him. Hate to say this but Husk attempted to own the radio demon's soul so while it sucks he has no one to blame for willingly entering that bargain except for himself. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes

2. Chaggie doesn't get nearly as much shit from the shippers as you seem to claim it does. What it does get is thoughtful critique because a lot of us feel YALL are the ones who should be mad at how this ship was portrayed and aren't. I went into the series open, I knew chaggie was canon, and at most i thought I could enjoy the charlastor crumbs and the chaggie meals. But that's not what happened. Instead, the show decided to tell me that they don't care about this relationship so why should I? And it goes beyond the writing; on the casting sheets Charlie is mentioned to love "her girlfriend" and it's mentioned once. Vaggie by contrast is mentioned to be affiliated with Charlie no less than THREE TIMES. She has absolutely no character outside of Charlie which makes the relationship feel weak, especially when Vaggie's main role in the relationship is being the "practical" one whose every advice to Charlie is just some variation of "change who you are intrinsically to make your message more appealing"

Say what you want about Alastor, but the audience he brought her to finally gave her the self confidence to be herself without getting shit on for it. Vaggie, who supposedly knows so much about hell, didn't think to go to cannibal town as a test run for Charlie's advertisement for the hotel? As for real support? Ah yes, my girlfriend found out I've been lying to her for three years let me leave her alone to sulk while I tell everyone else. Then get mad at her for making a deal with the radio demon for the information to save everyone even though I ALSO made a deal with him to get a commercial made back in episode 1.

I'll give credit where it's due, at least the writing had Vaggie TRY to apologize for everything and Charlie was the one who cut it off because she can't stand the confrontation.

3. I have listened to whatever it takes. My opinion? It's weird, it's a weird song narratively because until episode 7 vaggie has no connection to carmilla. And as far as vaggie's part is concerned it's a less coherent "do it for him" from Steven universe. Seriously, dub that song over the footage and you can't tell the difference. But whatever it takes isn't the crux of the issue. I can forgive a lot of this stuff, but the thing that I cannot stand and demonstrates how little the narrative seems to care about Charlie and vaggie's relationship isn't that Charlie's a bad partner to vaggie, or that vaggie largely has no personality outside being "Charlie's girlfriend" it's that when it came time for the big duet between them; the core le motif of Charlie and vaggie's relationship; they did a reprise of more than anything. A reprise which several breakdowns have put at the bottom of the hazbin song lists.

Why? Why would you give the father/daughter song to the romantic couple? If you only had a minute to dedicate to this "central" relationship at least give them a song of their own. Or I'd have taken a reprise of whatever it takes because at least that's a vaggie centered song. And it's not like as so many people claim the shippers are "homophobic". Leaving aside the fact that a vast majority of charlastor fics actually do handle the topic of his asexuality/aromanticism with nuance and consideration and that even if charlastor were canon it would still be queer af, guess what one of my favorite ships of the last few years was?

THATS RIGHT LUMITY BABY! And what a conciseness, it's the same bisexual/lesbian woman ship. Except, and I can't believe I'm saying this, DISNEY DID IT BETTER. Take away the build up, take away the first two seasons. Leave yourself with only the third season comprised of only specials and it's STILL a more compelling relationship onscreen than chaggie got.

I don't hate chaggie, my frustration comes mainly from the fact that chaggie shippers deserved better than to have to do the emotional legwork of this ship when it's canon. And the other part? From people who decide to post their diatribes in the tags of the ship I enjoy for my own sake and then get mad when we respond. I don't have to tell you why I like charlastor, but I can give you a bunch of textual reasons. It's a standard romance trope of heroine and male villain, they're dark mirrors of one another, the "I can make him better/I can make her worse" angle, the fact that even Charlie in show admitted that he might not believe in her ideas but he supports her nonetheless and even if that's for his own designs it still matters because no one else bothered. I could point to the fact that Alastor had the opportunity of an afterlife when Charlie offered her soul to him for the information and he said no. All of that, but ultimately the reason I ship charlastor boils down to this;

I like it. I don't need a moral high ground reason to ship it. You don't like it that's your prerogative but you don't see me posting stuff like "chaggie is toxic and unbalanced" in the chaggie tag now do you? I like charlastor, a lot of people like charlastor. Deal with it. Block the ship tag in every platform. Filter it out of your ao3 searches. Put in the effort to avoid it if you hate it that much. Me? I don't hate chaggie, if anything what I feel is much worse; apathy. I don't care about them.

I always think everyone is free to shipp who they want, but in Hazbin I will never understand who puts Charlie and ALASTOR together.

This is so...sick

Alastor himself aromantic, asexual and above all an ABUSER of the worst kind.

The song Loser,baby places Husk as a loser enslaved to Alastor in the same way as Angel is enslaved to Valentino.

They can tell me all they want that "I can prove Charlastor can work" but the canon says otherwise and to see Chaggie get so much mud from these shippers is really frustrating.

At least Vaggie really thinks about Charlie, not manipulating her for his own purposes....

But then people ignore all those times when Vaggie has been OF REAL SUPPORT to Charlie.

This rabble who belittle Chaggie watched the show with their eyes closed and ears plugged.

Listen to Whatever it takes with your ears pls

#charlastor #ch/ggie critical #long rant #tldr: stop posting shit in the shippers tags #all you do is piss them off

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samicakes-exe · 3 years ago

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thanks for the ej with a muzzle thought now I can't stop thinking about it

𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 :( 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 us.... 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚖𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎??? <𝟹

𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐!! 𝚕𝚘𝚕

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 5𝚔 𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝟸𝟶 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍??? 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜-𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙰 𝙼𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎 𝙾𝚗

𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕗 𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕣 <𝟛

awooga heres the warning dears: its creepypasta smut/headcannons, ur fucking a eyeless creature/demon thing?, muzzle, drooling, eye goo/ink maybe, mans has three tongues, multiple creampies, nipple sucking, degradation, breeding kink, mentions of getting reader pregnant, animal noises (e.g: growling, guttural noises, howling maybe i dunno), mentions of a knot, Afab reader, feminine pet names, being covered in saliva/eye goo, blood kink, just smut ya know. be safe dears <3

𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙱𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙼𝚠𝚊𝚑:

oh my effing gods it took him so damn long for you to talk him into it like im talking like a solid two months. He would always shut you down with the same old, “I don’t wanna take off my mask babe.” or “How would it even fit me??”

you would even show him that they do make customs made ones so it could fit a human head but still he would brush it off, a little insulted by it. like why would you need him in a muzzle to begin with? wasn’t he enough for you??

honestly most of the talking him into it was just you reassuring him lol.

then by some stroke of luck, he finally agrees to it.

maybe it was now that he was comfy with having his mask off in front of you, gotta jump through the insecurity hurdles

before the real freaky shit happens <3

I honestly imagined that you two would be in bed when he brings it up to you the first time. everyone else in the mansion has fallen asleep, and you were almost off to dreamland yourself but thats when he would turn to you, gently nudging you to catch your attention.

when he does tell you, theres no sleeping for the rest of the night but not for the reason ya think it would be, ya lil dirty bug.

You and Ej spend hours trying to find the perfect one, surprisingly he’s very picky

but but but but!

yall find the perfect one! to bad you cant afford express shipping :(

being an creature that eats kidneys dont really pay well

The wait for the thing was grueling

every single knock made you almost jump out of your skin, knocking over everything to get the door first only to realize it was for someone else (Mostly ben and jeff rip)

even Ej wanted it so bad.

It took at least a month to get to you both, it arrived early in the morning like 3/4 am

thankfully you were the only one up to answer the door, the box wasn’t exactly hiding the contents of it.

you knew ej would’ve been an embarrassed mess if anyone in the mansion saw it.

you woke him up the morning, holding that muzzle in your hands

oh gods

you, my dear have woken up something in him

𝚄𝚛 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝:

The entire house was still and quiet apart from the wind rustling past it’s old form and the soft creaks the hallway whispered underneath your feet. You held a package in both of your hands, your fingers covering the obscene words and the very pornographic pictures on the box, just in case if anyone or thing was up at this hour.

A foot of yours placed itself on the first steep stair before another followed. You started to make your way up the narrow stairwell while your eyes played a dangerous game, flickering to the path in front of your still tired feet and back at the box.

soon enough you decided to just rely on the muscle memory of your legs, putting your trust in them to carry you up the stairs they must’ve walked a thousands times before. meanwhile your eyes settled back on the pictures on the box, specifically one of a girl with the muzzle firmly attached to her mouth. Her eyes were obstructed by the tip of your middle finger. It made you think of Ej and soon enough your cheeks were dusted with a light pink blush.

The thought of Ej with a muzzle on broke your little head, shutting it down entirely while your legs still carried you, Those thoughts of yours ran like a wildfire, but you couldn’t really wrap your head fully around the fact that he agreed to it. You were sure that he would love it though, at least the dirty lil ideas that the picture was fueling did.

him thrusting into you deeply, reaching into the spots you didn't even know you had. gods you were gonna cum.

A loud smack of the box hitting the wall, soon followed by the dull thud your head made when it made contact with it. panic settled in pretty quickly and Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around the box, carrying it like a child plus now blocking the smutty words and pictures on it almost fully now, a couple of words like Slut and Fuck-Machine poked themselves through. you looked around cautiously as if someone would rise because of two small noises, or leave their rooms for that matter.

Still you stood in place with the box pressed against your chest, your heart, it was throbbing against the cardboard. you swore that was louder than your previous head bang. You stayed there, shaking like a wet dog for at least three minutes. Thankfully no one poked their heads out of their room and into your business.

With a deep breath that was as shaky as your legs, you walked to the room that you and Eyeless-Jack shared, the box still against your chest when you opened the door, seeing your darling still asleep, his usual mask on the nightstand that was on your side of the bed. His body stretched across the bed sideways, limbs all sprawled out. His face deep into the pillows, and you saw the ribbon of the sleep mask he wore to bed always.

You leaned against the door frame, making sure that the old house walls didn’t creak when you put your weight on it. Your nails slipped under one of the flaps, tearing a part of the top off and reaching into the box, grabbing the muzzle.

You tossed the box into bin.

The muzzle dangled off of your index finger while you looked at the cozy cannibal. a part of you wanted to wake him up right this second, but no, you had to wait just a little while longer. Undoing your robe so it barely stayed on your frame, it exposing your bra and panties. Gods, you swore that you could feel your heart racing even though Ej was still laying there, snoozing peacefully.

you pursed your lips to let a sharp wolf whistle sneak right past them. The sound made ej huffed a bit, thankfully he was a light sleeper. “Get up babes.”

Begrudgingly and with an audible groan, EJ got up. It took him a minute or two to fully get up, his back hunched and arms resting against his knees. “Im up. Im up. Im up!” he grumbled, his hand went to his face, patting around for the sleep mask. His brain was still dead-tired, his hands stumbling around before he finally grabbed it, pulling and then tossing it to whatever corner. Almost immediately his rough hands went to his face, rubbing the remaining sleep out of it, well trying to.

“Babe.. literally look at me please.”

He grunted a bit in response first, but soon he answered with a, “I am I am..” His voice was gruff still gravelly with sleep. He lifted his head, deep purple bags settled in under his sockets soon covered up by a small dribble of ink. You knew that he still wasn’t looking at you instead past you to the hallway.

“Like what you see?”

Ej turned his view to your face, a small smile spread across his lips. “Im looking at you so of course.” Even when sleepy he was a dork, huh.

“Uh.. babe look lower.” You stifled a small giggled when his attention immediately turned to your breasts, the bra barely covering them. He was a bit slow whenever he woke up so you had to do most of the work, bringing the muzzle up to his gaze and well to cover your cleavage.

“Oh..” He was at a lost for words but now you could feel his gaze undress you right where you stood. He leaned over and grabbed your arm. He could translate what he wanted with his actions better than he could with words and you both knew that.

he tilted his head up to face yours, a grin pulled at his grey lips, his sharp teeth poking and some overlapping his bottom lip. He looked so handsome like this, your eyes taking in all of his pretty face before you stared into those deep voids in place of actual eyes. Still, you knew he could see you and see the growing heat that spread across your face.

“You’re so pretty.” He had a peculiar look on his face. just looking at you you made the left corner of his face twitch ever so slightly. But that look had you curious: was it hunger? Need? His craving for you or something worse. Whatever it was it burned and it burned bright.

The blush that was worsening, how your robe was barely able to stay on your body, your smell, all of it was intoxicating. Oh gods, your smell.. He could smell everything on you, how much you needed him. It drove him wild, you drove him wild, it lighting a match in the pit of his belly and the need crawling up from it and into his veins.

Despite how badly he wanted to ravage your body and take you right then and there, he carefully grabbed your chin, treating you like the finest of china and pulled your face closer to his and soon enough his lips enveloped yours.

Kissing Ej was always an experience, his three tongues completely covered your tongue, surrounding it so you had no choice but to give in to him. A soft noise crawled out of your throat into the kiss and that only fueled Ej’s craving more, the fire burning even hotter, it felt like his veins were gonna burst but it wasn’t gonna make him rush, just yet.

One tongue of his wrapping around yours, and the others explored your mouth, claiming it as his own. you just had to sit there with muzzle in hand and take it but you werent complaining. His hands explored his body but as they naturally do, they went straight for your breasts, grabbing and squeezing them, taking greedy handfuls. Your bra holding on by the straps hanging down by your elbows now.

His hands kneaded your breasts, your nipples hardening underneath his needy palms and the lace of your bra. It took all of the willpower in his body but he gently pulled away from the kiss, drool dripping off on the lead tongue. Ej stared up at you with the wicked grin and twitching corner of his lip. you could barely breathe now, your chest rising and falling, shimmying your bra down your torso, exposing them. Your eyes traveled down to the door once more and it took a second to realize that the drool was dripping off of his tongue was attached to yours. the trail snapped and the drool splashed on both of y’alls chest and soon apart of it traveled down to one of Ej’s hands.

They squeezed your breasts harder, making rough purple shaped love marks on them. It made a mewl of moan come out of you. Another twitch of Ej’s lips, he squeezed you once more, wanting that sound again. Ej just did whatever first came to his mind, it was cloudy in there but one thing is that he wanted to fuck you and fuck you hard. You wanted it to, trembling hands of yours finally undid that pesky bra of yours that hung around your stomach, Ej didn’t waste any time, he leaned down and started to suck on your breasts, his tongues wrapping around your left nipple.

He kept you in place by wrapping his large hands around your waist.

“Jack...” you moaned out his name in a shaky breath, your tongue didn’t dare to stumbled when moaning his actual name out. Ej growled in return, his heart racing, pounding against the skin of his neck. It threatened to burst when your fingers wrapped themselves up in his dark hair, still slightly curled from previous deep sleep. Another moan he pulled out of you while his tongues surround your breast, his black drool leaking out from the sides of his mouth, covering your entire chest with his saliva. Ej was so damn messy when it came to things like this but you fucking loved it

He went to your other bud, leaving the cool air to stimulate the other.

He kept you up with his hands that were still holding onto your waist, tightly. Good since those pesky legs of yours almost buckled while his mouth took in most of your breasts, the part of it that wasn’t being sucked on was still being explored by his tongues, leaving trails of saliva. His mouth was eager. Hell, he was eager to taste you like this, his lust growing with every single uneven breath you took. He became rougher with the whiny moans you made underneath his greedy mouth. He couldn’t help it. The taste of your skin tingled his tongue, he needed more. Hands of his pulled you closer to him, your breasts now smooshed against his face.

A stinging pain enveloped your breast when his teeth easily broke your skin, they were made for eating kidneys after-all. with a sharp inhale that sounded more like a hiss, your face scrunched up. trying to deal with the pain as if it would pass. Ej only seemed to get more into it and with great effort you pulled on his bed-hair to get his head and mouth away from your aching breasts.

Ej was confused above all else and it showed on his face, his tongues hanging out of his mouth and dripping with his drool. It took him a second to see the blood run down from the tiny cuts his teeth made and onto your stomach.

“Babe.. I.. I’m sorry.” He said, his voice wracked with nerves. his whole body filled with such an immense guilt. You knew he didn’t mean to. You knew he was sorry by the tremble in his voice. “I’m so sorry...”

Gods, you felt your heart breaking, you knew he was so damn sincere.

“Jack, im gonna be fine. it’s okay.” you assured him with a kind smile, his gaze never left your face, searching for a part of you that was mad.

“But I.. I.” He stammered, he couldn’t think straight with the knowledge that he had made you bleed. You could tell that he was lost in his thoughts, every single one of them bad too.

You dipped your fingers into the blood cascading down your breasts, collecting a small puddle of it on your fingers. He opened his mouth to spurt out another ‘Im sorry’ but instead you shoved those fingers deep into his mouths. His tongues instinctively surrounded your fingers, taking in every last drop of it. The taste was heavenly.

“I love you, ya dork.”

The worry finally left his body, you didn’t hate him. (Not that you could lol) He sucked on your fingers, giving you small growls: all were guttural. He enjoyed swiping each tongue through the two fingers even though he sucked the blood off clean as soon as you slide them into his mouth.

Much to Ej’s dismay: you pulled your fingers out of his mouth slowly, making sure to soft pull at his bottom lip. The teasing nature of it all drew another growl from that pit in Ej belly. You lifted your fingers to your view, only to see that they were dripping with the same drool that your breasts were. A small giggle made your body shake and caught you off balanced, your left foot catching you but bumped into something cold.

You looked down towards your foot and saw the muzzle on the ground. The same one you two been waiting months for, just forgotten about. Ej soon followed your eyes to the muzzle, he grunted a bit when he first saw it and strangely enough your chest mimicked him.

“My mouth was that good huh? knocked the memory outta you?” He teased, You could feel his attention turned to your ass and you were right by his hans travelling lower when you decided to pick it up. He promised that he would try this out once and you were gonna make it count.

“You also forgot, smart-ass.” You teased him right back, holding the muzzle with both hands, presenting to him almost. Well, you be damned he looked almost shy when he saw that you were sticking to your guns. Was that a faint blush to grace his grey cheeks.

He was at a lost for words for once.

“Well.. gimmie that handsome little face babes.” You laughed, slightly getting off on the power you had over him in this moment. full on basking in his submission for the time being. Knowing Ej, you knew you wouldn’t have it for long.

Ej was a man of his word: He leaned his head to you, right into of both of your hands. The drool that hadn’t had a chance to dry yet was still hanging off of his chin and slid down his neck. You ignored it as you fixed the muzzle onto his mouth and jaw comfortably before pressing his face into your breast to tighten up the straps. You jumped when you felt the warmth of his tongues licking the spot between your breasts, of course he had to, you tasted so damn good.

before he could get to carried away, you had to pull his head back by the straps of the muzzle, to made him look at you. The look of confusion was on his face once again, his tongues hanged out of his mouth, wanting the taste of your skin and also drenching the metal bars in drool.

He looked so handsome like this, wishing that you had a camera to show him just how pretty he was right this second. He looked up at you, all the while the saliva dripping on his lap. He looked like a rabid animal, ready to demolish you.

“Closer.” His voice was rough, it scraped out oh his throat. His fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, squeezing your sides. “I fucking need you.”

In a flash you were against the bedroom floor, the cheap carpet scratched up your back, making little itchy red indents. Ej hovered over you, the same rabid look fixed on his face. his lips placed in a snarl with more drool pushing past his teeth. He carved you and you could feel it grow with every drop of his black drool that splashed on your lips.

“Give me your cunt.”

He kept on watching your face. Every little movement of yours made the corner of his lip twitched even more. His sharp teeth shined as he fully grinned down at you while watching the dark red blush fully overtook your face.

“Ej, It’s yours.” You manged to stuttered out, the words clunking off of your tongues and into his ears. That grin of his widened, he looked cocky almost. One of his rough hands stumbled it’s way up your inner thighs and shoved itself into your panties. The muscles in your thighs tightened around his arm.

“Give me your cunt.” He barked the order out and soon your legs spread wide open for him, you didn’t notice that you did at first until you felt the calloused pad of his fingers pressed against your slit. Another growl erupted out of him, feeling you need for him drip on his two fingers.

a sharp inhale filled your lungs as your lips part out for a soft, “Fffuuck.”

The moan was everything but soft though, it was clunky as if you were sounding out each word of it. It only drew out another deep growl from him, he needed to hear it once more. He need to keep hearing that clumsy moan of yours. He rubbed your opening for a second, he loved how wet you were just by seeing him with this muzzle on. Soft mewls and you started bucking your hips against him, you wanted him so damn bad.

“You want my fingers to fill up your cunt.” He grunted, dipping the tips of his fingers into you. “Huh?”

To flustered to talk, all you could do was just nod: your head bobbing up and down quickly, making a few stray hairs stick to your hot face. The sight of you, wordlessly pleading was enough for him to shove his fingers into you, filling your pussy to the hilt.

“Good pet.”

The way your legs twitched and tightened around his sides. the look of absolute bliss that twist itself on your face, the moans leaving your mouth. he pressed his fingers deeper into that spot, making your walls tightened and twitched. sucking his fingers in even deeper if that was possible.

“aah- ughh, gods-” barely able to fumble out a clear sentence out. Now since he started pumping them into that spongey spot, you swore that you saw white, eyes fluttering every-time he pressed into it. Gods, he fucking loved it. It made him drool even more, his tongues reaching out of his mouth and the tips went through the bars.

the drool splashed onto your face while he fucked you with your fingers, his body moving with his hands, mimicking how he would usually fucked you. the carpet scratched up your back, his fingers curled right into your spot and it made your mouth open wide. That little pink tongue of yours peered through and it drove him wild, seeing his drool drop and fill your mouth.

He leaned down closer to your face, wanting to feel your tongue on his so bad. the tips of his tongues swallowed your, despite how hard he was fucking his fingers into you, he was gentle when it came to this: not wanting to bump your teeth on the metal. He got the job done since two of his tongues could reach through the bars easily, to surround your pretty pink one with the taste of his.

everything was so damn overwhelming and it slowly tied the knot in the pit of your belly. It already threatened to snap, it shaking, every-time he pressed deep into you, the slight taste of iron on his tongue, him fucking you with all that he’s worth. The twitch and the pull of your walls on your fingers. He could tell that your were close, gods, he could taste how close you were. He lifted his head up from your mouth just to look at you, he slowed his thrusts, wanting to fully rip a pathetic plead from you

“Beg.” he grunted out, slowly his thrusts to a complete stop.

confusion fixed itself and stuck onto your face, brows were furrowed and your lips were twitching and still tasted of him. He hated your silence, curling his fingers and hitting that spot again, to show how easy it was for him to make you cum but he wouldn’t do it. he refused. Another moan shook itself out of your throat but tapped your g-spot once more. Aside from the occasional presses to your spot, you were scooting off of the edge quickly, the knot untying itself. Easily, desperation settled in.

He laughed at the fact he could tell that you wanted it, “Beg.”

The crazed look was intense and it showed itself on his lips, twitching like mad. He meant business as now he fully stopped thrusting his fingers, daring to pull them out completely.

“Oh god, please fuck.. i wanna cum so bad Ej.” your voice was breath, shaky in some bits especially since he slowly starting to pull them out. Gods, you needed this. “I wanna cum so bad I can taste it please.”

It added to the fire that took it’s place in his veins, he was gonna make you gush all over him. You stared up at his face, watching an even wider grin spread his lips, his teeth fully out now. He pulled his hand out of you and your panties. Before you could whine out a valid complaint, he leaned over, filling your mouth with the drool that pushed through his teeth and he made you swallowed it, holding your face.

“I wanna make you cum with my cock, pet.” He growled, it fully rumbled out of his chest. He was stern and direct. You swallowed his saliva, feeling it travel down your throat and into your belly, right next to the untied knot. All you could do was nod, looking up at him.

He might’ve been wearing the muzzle but he was the one in control.

Soon he flipped you over onto your stomach, showing off the red itchy marks that littered your back now. You lifted your ass up, pressing it against his throbbing erection but your upper half stayed on the ground and he made sure of it by placing a hand on his back. snuggling it right in-between your shoulder blades. With one free hand he pulled his cock out of his boxers and then pulled your panties down to your thighs.

He didn’t shove it inside you yet, placing the shaft right onto your slit. A frustrated huff rumbled out of you, from the occasional throb on your clit, there wasn't much stimulation and it drove you crazy, and he knew it as well.

“Ej.. Fuck I need you inside me so damn bad.” You pleaded pathetically before he could ask you too. Another throb from his cock went into your clit. He liked it, the tone of your voice and the small whine the uttered from you shortly after.

“Good little mate.”

A low moan shook your entire body as he stuffed his full cock into you, already pressed right against your cervix. Ej also moaned, his body leaning over your body, putting more of his body weight onto you. The way your pussy was squeezing and clamping onto his cock was divine. His cock pulsed against your g-spot.

He hunched over you even more, placing a hand right next to your head to keep balance. Ej was taking in deep breath as if he was preparing for something. “tight... you’re so damn fucking tight.” He thrusted into you after seemingly hissing out the last tight.

Both of you moaned loud, but only your body trembled.

It didn’t take him much to start pumping into his fat cock into you hard. He couldn’t wait anymore. Fuck, you couldn’t wait anymore. With his generous size, he easily bottomed you out with each thrusts. A wet clap could be heard when your bodies made contact.

You were goddamn right, he reached spots you didn’t even know. You fucked yourself back against it, or well tried to since his hand did a good job at keeping you put. His body weight pushing you into the same carpet that scratched up your back, real good.

“Ahh-!! fuck fuck fuck! J...ack!” You didn’t bother being quiet, not anymore. Anyone would be damned if they walked on you two, or if they just walked past the open bedroom door. They would have a rather nice show with you being fucked into the carpet with a rabid looking Ej hovering over you, rutting into you hard. There wasn’t any stopping you two, especially now since the knot found the loose ends and now tying itself up once more, already threatening to snap.

Something deep in Ej already snapped, maybe it was when he started to fuck into you. maybe it was when you slid the metal cage on his jaw. He was a muttering fool, fucking into you. He found that little spot in you so easy, his cock slid right past it and just tapped onto your cervix.

Gods, you were so full of his cock and you loved it.

He grunted and growled, anything that came out of his throat was animalistic. he fucked himself into you, battering against your womb. He loved the smell of your needy cunt mixed in with the salt of your sweat. He could feel that you were going to cum, your pussy was aching and pleading to do so. “Cum... cum cum..” He barked the order out, his brain stuttering on the word since it was so wired on feeling you just gush all over him. he craved it so much, tasting it in-between the spaces of his teeth.

“nnnngggh~ ahh ej ej... jack! Jack!” you moaned into the carpet that he was fucking you into. that was all you could do, was take the rough treatment that you’ve been craving all of this time, ever since you woke up this morning at 5.

“Cum Cum Cum Cum!” he growled, his voice was something you never heard before, rough like gravel but sensual as a jazz singer. He was rutting into you harder, making you see whatever gods you prayed to every-time he bottomed out.

“Gods, dont make me ask you again!” He barked the order out, saliva flinging past his clenched razor like teeth, the black drool landed above where his hand were, all of it collecting into a small puddle.

Your moans were loud and muffled, the side of your face pressed deep into the carpet. Feeling the cheap material, making the same red itchy indents that was on your back. Any moment you felt like you were going to come undone under-neath of this man, and soon: you just did, gushing all over him and yourself while you saw the heavens. Every muscle in your body tensed up while Ej kept rocking his hips into your pussy, not letting up the speed one bit.

The screamed that erupted out of your throat made Ej hunched over you even more now, giving you one final big thrust before flooding your twitching walls with cum. A hearty groan filled you ears as he made subtle thrusts, making sure you milked his cock completely.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, taking his hand off of your back and moving it onto the ground on the other side of your head. It didn’t take him long to start pumping back into your tightening cunt, pressing his cum deeper into your hungry hole.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” You were a stuttering mess, brain going haywire from being fucked like a wild animal, resembling how he was talking eariler. Ej’s response was rutting into you more, pounding your aching cunt that exactly never came off of the high of cumming. He didn’t let up at all: his pelvis making a wet clap when it made contact with your ass.

With how hard he was jamming his cock into you: reminded you of how he gets during his winter-time heats, well it would’ve if it wasn’t for Ej fucking all of the thoughts out of your little head, turning it to mush. All you could do was take his hard like a good little mate. The juices from your pussy leaked down your thighs and onto panties that were still around them, making a mess of yourself and him.

That scream you did earlier set your vocal cords on fire, and the moans Jack was fucking out of you scratched it up more. Now, you were uttering pathetic noises which pleased Ej’s ears, through the meek noises, you just hear Ej muttering like crazy: “baby... baby.. put a... put a baby.. breed... breed you.. breed you good.”

every intense syllable he spat out made more drool which sprayed all over the back of your neck, feeling some splashed in your hair as well. His teeth was clenched, resembling a pained grin while his cock jammed itself against your room. How he dug his nails into the carpet, pulling it up in some parts, you knew he meant what he said. At least, whatever he was muttering made you feel as if he was breeding you right here and now.

little did you know, that he was.

The scratches in your throat burned bright, but you grunted out a, “Cum.. Im cumming.”, you sounded animalistic yourself, feeling off into the deep end of lust. nothing mattered except getting your high with the man that was breeding you like a bitch. He deliberately aimed his thrusts into g-spot and you screamed again, this time squirting all over him and yourself.

With a sight like that, he pumped another load into your hungry cunt. You felt a deep shudder ran through his body while a groan that sounded more like a howl ripped out of his lungs. It didn’t stop him from pumping into you despite how sensitive you both were now, he wanted another gush from you. He was still muttering about putting a baby in you: that thought never leaving his and the seemingly crazes whispers of it never left your ears. you were so into it though. maybe it was how desperate you were to cum again or how the mentions of you getting pregnant made his cock pulse just right.

with every promise he made you:

“Make you a mama.”

“You’re going to carry my child.”

“Fuck, you’re gonna be pregnant.”

He bottomed out in you, making some of his cum leak out of his pussy and adding to the mess that was your thighs. You gave him another orgasm, instead of a scream, it resemble the howls of a wounded animal, fully lost in this whole experience. The feeling of more juices splashed onto him was enough for him to fuck another load into your over-stimulated pussy. He howled as well, it mixing with yours nicely.

Ej seemingly collapsed his upper half onto your back, putting his full body weight onto you. The metal of the saliva covered muzzle met the hot skin on your back when he laid his head down.

He was tired and you were exhausted, thighs numb from his relentless pounding. Although you two basically fucked the energy out of each other, it didn’t stop his hips from giving you slow but deep thrusts. a small hiss left your mouth, your pussy was sore and sensitive. It felt like Ej knew that as well, slowing down so he could still fuck you without wearing you out to much.

“Babe.” He whispered against the sweat of your skin, the only clear sentence he spoke for these last two hours that wasn't about putting a baby in you.

He pushed deeper, his cock gliding past every sweet spot you had but still you manged to respond, “Ye... yea?”

“I love you.”

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