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uselesssomebody · 2 years ago

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thinking about joel obviously and i just

joel caught up in the moment, probably drunk (actually off alcohol or pu$$y Ima) and letting a fantasy of his slip out where he wants a MMF 3some just to fill reader up…... but denies it later when she brings it up..... but she tries to arrange it with some dude and they get pretty far into the process - - like meet up at a bar and hang out with plans on all going home together..... but jealous!joel changes his mind (shocker!) and keeps reader all to himself, probably fucking in the car before they make it home Imao

specific yes but.

you're a good writer. you can do it. please.

𝕚 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 - 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨 - joel miller x reader

complete masterlist | joel miller masterlist

words || 𝟟.𝟜𝕜

summary || in which the reader and joel do some experimenting?? (just look at the ask)

a/n || i am such a waffler man this was supposed to be a quick and easy response and now it's over 7k?? ➵ hey nonnie hope you enjoy i know it's long. i actually adored the request so much and it made me blush when i first read it on the bus. also, i realized like halfway through that you had likely wanted pre-outbreak but it is, in fact, post-outbreak and set in jackson. ➵ no ellie in this one though, guys, but there is like a male oc who the reader is kinda with for a bit - just look at the ask, honestly ➵ poe and thomas from tmr requests in my asks - i see you and you will be answered so soon! ➵ evidently i am now also a whore for oscar isaac so sen over lil moon knight, santiago or poe requests if you have 'em. planning on writing for leto from dune too - just too much of dilf to ignore, unfortunately. ➵ like very 18+/MDNI content, and heed warnings cuz by god is this one of the sluttiest, smuttiest things i've ever written ➵ not edited (yet) ➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff/smut/smidge of angst ➵ unprotected p.i.v. ➵ sex after alcohol consumption (fully consensual though)➵ finger sucking + gagging➵ lotta threesome mentions and fantasizing➵ bitty bit of spit play➵ semi-public sex + exhibitionism➵ mirror sex➵ oral (m receiving) ➵ cum swallowing ➵ cum ig (tell me if i miss anything)

"are you feeling alright?" she blinked up at the man in front of her, broken out of her daydream.

"huh? yeah, yeah - i'm fine. why'dya ask?" he shrugs.

"looked like you'd fallen asleep over there. actually, you've got a little bit of drool-" all grogginess evaporates from her as she brings her sleeve up to wipe the corner of her mouth that he'd gestured to. he laughed at her bugged-out reaction, keeling over, when she realizes he'd been joking - and she hadn't, in fact, been drooling.

"fuck off, man." he wheezes through his laughs.

"you should have seen your face!"

they were the last two sat at the kitchen, serving dinner to the last few residents of jackson who had come in for a late meal. it'd been a long day for her, as she attempted to pick up shifts to help with the town's current shortage of workers - too many out with the flu at the moment.

it was a bit absurd, honestly, having so many afflicted by the common cold when there was a whole apocalyptic fungus about.

nevertheless, she'd finished cooking a few hours ago, and now, her and her coworker were finishing portioning the meals and wrapping the sliver of leftovers for the next day. with only a few people sat around the makeshift cafeteria, the both of them were sat in the cleaned kitchen, trying not to fall asleep.

she'd known him - jake - since she'd been in jackson: her first superior when she'd joined the food industry in the small town. he was nice and welcoming at first, but as they were put on more shifts together and had more silent hours to kill, she'd realized how dumb he was.

affectionately, of course.

he loved to make stupid jokes and laugh at stupid things. he liked to believe stupid things, and say even more stupid things to her.

she sat through them, laughing at his antics or willing away her annoyance at his childishness. nevertheless, he was one of her close friends, and - as much as she thought he was dumb - he was there enough of the time for her to accustom to him.

they're snapped out of their banter by the bell at the door ringing, signalling someone had walked in. they both walk out, ready to serve the very late townsman, until she realizes who it is as they near.

she slips out from behind the booth to greet him, placing a soft kiss to his cheek as he grips her side in a half-bear hug.

"hey, joel."

"how're ya, baby?" she nods, detaching.

"i'm - i'm okay."

"long day, ain't it?" she nods meekly at his assessment, smiling when his large hand presses over her shoulder, subtly massaging the tense muscles there as she turns back to jake.

"'lright, i should get back, joel -" she starts, but is cut off by her colleague's disagreement.

"no, you guys head home. i'll finish up here." she hesitates, immediately disagreeing.

"no - i shouldn't-"

"don't worry about it." jake's words hold a finality, and she salutes him as he laughs.

"alright - i'll see you tomorrow. okay?" he nods, waving them off as joel guides her out. he's moving a little fast - a little urgent - and it makes her laugh.

"are we in a rush?" she mumbles, taking in the cold of the night air as she sucks in a breath.

"hmm?" joel's voice is gruff, and, only when she glances at him under the streetlight does she notice the flush on his face.

"are - are you drunk?" he stays quiet, and she snakes her arm around him, smiling at the warmth he provided, "okay, how about 'how much have you had to drink'?" his lips don the ghost of a smile as they approach her place.

"just enough to remind me how much i miss you." he mumbles, crowding her back as she opens the door, quick to take her bag, and then her shoes, and then her jacket, and then her sweater off of her, leaving her goosebumped in the aftermath of the cold wind hitting her on her near bare front.

she was quick to realize that it was one of those nights - and she sure wasn't complaining, wrapping her fingers around joel's hair as his head dips to meet her neck, sighing contently at the action. his hands clasp - almost desperately - on her hips, pulling her straight into her bedroom, as he continued leaving a trail of wet kisses along her neck.

she grips at the collar of his flannel, tracing her hands over the top of it until she reaches the buttons at the front, eagerly slipping them off, and his deft fingers perform the same action over her jeans, the button almost as eager as she was, slipping undone swiftly.

she grips his cheeks, pushing his lips to connect with her own, wanting to taste the 'just enough' whiskey or beer he'd had while waiting for her.

and, fuck, did it taste good - a harsh taste that had clung to his teeth, which she eagerly licked off. it tasted aged, and rough around the edges - but that was probably just him.

she moaned into his mouth as he pulled her jeans just low enough to gain access to her cunt, swiping his fingers over the fabric of her soft underwear - where she'd practically soaked through the garment.

"fuck, baby - all for me?" his head dips into the small space between them as he moans, his mumble being confirmed by her vigorous nodding and the jolt of her hips when he applied just a hint of pressure. she pushes his shirt off as his fingers continue to explore the extent of her arousal, before he's pushing her down into a laying position over her bed.

he pulls her jeans off the rest of the way, and she rises just enough to grasp his belt, unbuckling it - but not taking it off. when she'd looked up at him, she'd realized that tonight was a i need you - right now night, and his trousers would probably only remain unzipped and lowered enough to take his cock out.

so, she does just that, pushing them down just enough to pull his cock out, stroking him lightly as he lets out another low groan.

"you want me-" though she can see the way he's aching for her, she knows he's still - as the gentleman he is - going to ask if she wants more satisfaction beforehand.

"inside. right now." it's supposed to be a cheeky command, but the desperation in her voice breaks the illusion. it's more than enough for joel, though, gripping his cock and slipping her underwear to the side, only taking a moment to run a finger over her soaked folds and exhaling deep and low.

his tip nudges against his clit, making her hips buck, catching him on her entrance, and allowing him to push inside her.

"oh, fuck-" it falls from his mouth - practically without permission - and his sentiment is shared by her, breaths shallow as he fills her.

"oh - god - that's so good, joel - 't's'good-" her words her garbled nonsense, and the desperate nature of them spur him on, letting out a gruff moan as he bottoms out.

he can feel her clenching around him - obviously trying to adjust to the size of him - and it's doing all sorts of things to his head. he allows her breath to even just slightly, before he pulls back and pushes inside her, watching her mouth fall open at the sharp action.

she was so fucking pretty - her eyes glazed over as she felt him repeat the action, his thrusts determined and rough, her mouth hung open, mind seemingly blank, as not even a word escapes her.

he slows down for a moment, and sees the moment of annoyance fall over her features, her brows scrunching as she goes to question his actions. he removes one of his hands from their grip on her waist, bringing it up to cup the side of her face. his thumb strokes her cheek for a second, making her relent and smile at the soft action, before he takes her by surprise, speeding up, and bringing his hand closer to her chin, his thumb ghosting her open lips.

"oh - oh, my god-" her moans are quiet, a whimper pressed under his finger, and as her mouth falls open again, he rests his thumb against her tongue, watching her features flash in confusion, before she succumbs, almost instinctively wrapping her lips over his thick finger.

it's a pretty sight - in a fucked way - and it makes his thrusts quicken, her eyes squeezing shut and her mouth humming around his thumb at the sensation. his eyes watch the hollow of her cheeks as she suckles him, the flick of her tongue against his nail, the slight rock of her head up and down. her moans sound garbled and mumbled against him, and that makes them sound more desperate - as though she was trying so hard to let him know how good he felt, but couldn't get it across while her mouth was occupied.

he pressed up closer against her, removing his thumb and replacing it with his index and middle fingers. it wasn't a challenge for her mouth, but she could feel herself gag when he pushed them down - and he found the sound fucking hot.

"christ - gonna have to fill you up like this every time." so distracted by his cock and his fingers, she nods without paying too much attention, until his next sentence: "want me to get someone else to do it? watch someone fill your mouth while i fuck you like this?" her eyes widen at the notion, but she knows that he can feel the way she clenches around him at the thought, and a grunt escapes him, his hips stuttering at the sensation, "fuck, you like that, don't you? so greedy, pretty baby, ain't i enough?" he can see the way her eyes widen at his words, as she was totally not saying that. he's sure her small movements around his fingers are the shake of her head, and it makes him laugh, "that's okay, baby, i wanna see it too. wanna see you get filled up-" his words swim in her head, and he's still talking, but she can't hear him anymore, her stomach clenching at the feeling of her orgasm.

she's sure she squeals around him or something, because his thrusts speed up just slightly: his hands are a bit rougher on her body, and his movements are a bit more intentioned.

"that's it, baby, d'ya wanna cum for me?" she nods, and he smiles, pulling his fingers out of her mouth, and trailing his spit slicked digits over her cunt, ghosting over her clit, making her moan come out loudly, "i didn't hear you, pretty girl," she looks up at him, gripping one of his biceps and the hand on her waist.

"please - please, joel, lemme cum - please?" it seemed to be the only word in her vocabulary, the way she was pleading, and he relented, nodding his head.

"go 'head, baby - cum, cum f'r'me." his accent becomes more pronounced as his own words become mumbled, his thrusts growing sloppy and less calculated. it's more than enough for her to oblige, feeling the growing knot in her stomach snap so hard her legs begin to shake, squealing at the sensation. his continued movements inside her are spurred by the clench of her cunt as he feels his own orgasm close, thrusting in a few more times, before pulling out and finishing over her.

they're both breathing deeply, trying to catch their breaths, and she's still twitching. he pulls off of her, allowing her some space to recover, before he walks into the bathroom of her place to clean up and find something for her.

when he comes back out, she already looks close to sleep, so he avoids saying all too much, focusing instead on slowly and gently cleaning her, pressing soft kisses to her crown or her fingertips. she lays down as he returns to the bathroom, seeing her practically passed out, her body curled against the side of the bed, and leaving a him-shaped spot by him.

he slides in beside her, feeling the warmth of her bare skin against his own, and lulling into an exhausted sleep of his own.

she woke up earlier than him the next day, knowing he preferred to sleep in late, especially since being in jackson. she rose to make herself - and him, when he decided to wake up - some breakfast, keeping her stove on low heat so that the sizzle of her eggs wouldn't cause too much noise.

she's in her own thoughts all morning, first adamant in getting ready so that she can go to work - before she remembers what he said last night.

'want me to get someone else to do it? watch someone fill your mouth while i fuck you like this?'

she didn't have a moment to process his words in her wrecked state last night, but her ability to mull over them this morning left her very confused.

sure, she didn't mind the idea of the fantasy - but that's under the precedent that she'd never thought about it before. joel had never said anything like that to her before - in fact, if anything, she thought joel hated the idea of her with someone else, always ready to pull her into him or grip her with purpose in the presence of other people who looked at her with too much interest.

so, his admission the previous night wasn't something she'd dismiss - but something she'd have to speak with him about after he'd woken up.

which, to her surprise, happened sooner than later, when she felt his arms wrap around her as she absentmindedly stirred her scrambled eggs, too focused on other things. she jolts against him, squeaking, but he takes the majority of the impact, still holding onto her tightly as he rested his head on her shoulder.

"jesus, joel - you scared the hell outta me." she catches her breath, tipping her head back onto his own shoulder, and smiling lightly at her reaction.

"good mornin' to ya too, sweetheart." he mumbles, good-naturedly. she laughs at his slightly monotone, unafflicted tone, before brushing him off and nudging him in the direction of the table, which he reluctantly obliges. she plates up their simple breakfast of toast and eggs, placing them on the table as he runs two glasses of water for them.

when they're both sat down and eating, she clears her throat.

"late today." it's a mumble, reminding him she'd be home late again, having been placed on another long shift.

"again?" he's curious - she'd pulled a lot of them recently, "if they're overworkin' ya, i'll talk to tommy-" she smiles, shaking her head at the suggestion.

"no, joel - everyone's sick, it's just temporary." he looks like he wants to argue, but he nods, shrugging. she smiles, trying to cheer him up, "you can put me to bed like you did yesterday, yeah?" she says it as she reaches for the fingers splayed beside him on his outstretched arm as he ate, ghosting her own over them. she can see the hint of a smile ghost over his face, not looking her in the eyes - as she knows the memory of the previous night is at the front of his mind.

"'f ya want that, i'll give it to ya, baby." it's a promise, and she smiles, feeling her own face redden at his casual tongue. then, her face falls for a moment, realizing what she still has to ask him.

"joel - actually, i need to ask you something." he looks up at her with questioning eyes. his mouth's full, but she knows he's gonna answer her, so she asks away: "were you being serious last night?" his expression turns more confused, his chews slowing as he processes her words. she continues, "you know, about bringing someone else in?" he chokes at her words, swallowing harshly and coughing before taking a sip of water.

she's a bit shocked by the reaction, but waits as he recuperates, before he answers.

"what? i dunno wha' yer talkin' about, sweetheart." his accent is heavy as he goes to sip his water again. her eyes widen at the response, unbelieving that, across the many ways he could have answered her, he chose to lie. and, she knows he's lying, because his cheeks and neck have reddened, and he's not looking her in the eyes. she shakes her head, mouth agape.

"i'm not - i'm not freaked out or anything, it's just something i thought we should talk about-" he shakes his head, picking up his now-empty plate, and placing it away without looking at her.

"there's nothin' to talk about." it's dismissive, and, frankly rude. she goes to say something, but, seeing his back still to her, she bites her tongue and rolls her eyes. having lost her appetite, she eat the rest of her meal with gritted teeth, leaving for work after with a noticeable frigidness.

at work, jake's quick to mention her heightened annoyance. first, he pokes a bit of fun at it, before he realizes the extent of it. he goes to ask what's wrong - but decides that she needs a good laugh more than a shoulder to cry on, so he does just that for the next few hours.

he watches as her shell cracks - first from her cracking just a hint of a smile at something stupidly funny he'd done, then accidentally letting out a chuckle and, finally, essentially belly laughing, to the point where he had to hold her up to make sure didn't fall into the large pot of chilli that she was making.

her mood positively lifted by her coworker, she walks around with just a slightly bigger pep in her step. jake had done a good job, he thinks.

by the end of the day, though, she's thinking about joel - and what he'd said last night, again. she can't help the thought of including another person proliferating her mind, especially not today, as she realized not only how damn sweet coworker, funny guy, friend jake is, but also how his smile's a bit toothy, but nice to look at, or how his hair actually looks really good when it's a bit fucked up from his hands running through it when he took a break, or had to push it away from his face.

it was fucking unholy, was what it was, thinking about the poor guy who was just trying to br a friend to her - especially right after an argument with her boyfriend that morning. jake seemed to notice her faraway stares again tonight, poking fun at it, without realizing that he was part of the reason for them.

by the last end of her night shift, she was sure he had realized the slight distance she was trying to put between them, but the man didn't mind, knowing she had a lot to think about from her behavior that morning.

he thinks he knows the reason for it, when he sees her boyfriend walk inside more timidly than he'd ever done, and the lack of a kiss that she'd usually immediately plant on him. in fact, he sits on a table in near them instead of saying hello to her - a distinct difference.

he ushers her out a little early once again, and she smiles, earnestly thanking him as she steps out of the kitchen - with promises of making it up to him sometime. he shrugged her off, waving her away, asking her not to worry about it.

she notices joel as soon as she leaves, watching him raise as she nears him.

"are you coming to mine?" she mumbles, not really looking at him as he opens to the door to let them both out.

"d'ya want me too?" she pauses for a moment, before smiling, as she can hear the hint of a plea in his voice. joel hated when they got like this, not liking the notion of making her unhappy, but knowing that he was uncharacteristically stubborn. she slides her hand into his own warm one, and sees the way his face lights up - well, to the extent that it can.

"you gonna keep your promise?" for a moment, he's confused, before realization dawns on him.

"f'course, sweetheart."

the previous night had left her just as satisfied and passed out as the last time. joel had fucked her with a purpose: letting her know how sorry he was for dismissing her out of embarrassment. nevertheless, he doesn't mention the idea he'd proposed two nights ago. she can tell it still intrigued him, though, as his fingers still exploratively entered her mouth, still hooked by the look of her trying to pleasure him in two different ways.

that morning, she felt more determined in surprising her boyfriend by fulfilling his fantasy. there wasn't too much opportunity to have these sexy surprises between each other in the advent of the apocalypse, so she figured this would at least be a memorable experience for the both of them.

and she knew just who the third would be.

that day, when she got to work, jake felt as though she was walking on eggshells around him. it always seemed as though a question was on the tip of her tongue, and she had this apprehensive, curious, and something-else look in her eyes whenever she'd catch his, and it was driving him mad. if there was one thing the man hated, it was not knowing.

finally, he corners her after the dinner rush.

"what's up with you, huh?" her eyes widen at his direct question.

"what? nothing, why do you ask?" he rolls his eyes, holding his head in his hands.

"you've been acting weird all day. did i do something?" she's quick to shake her head.

"no! no, not at all..." he immediately disspells his worried act, becoming annoyed.

"well, then, what is it?" she goes to argue, but he holds a hand up, "spare me the dramatics and just tell me, please. i've waited all day."

she opens her mouth. then closes it again. then repeats the action a few times. every time, it piques jake's interest. finally he can't take anymore, and lets out a frustrated sigh, causing her to finally blurt it out.

"joel wants a threesome!" as soon as it exits her mouth, she realizes how crude it is. jake's mouth falls open, before his shocked expression morphs into a laugh. she's shocked by the reaction.

"yeah? and you're worried? who's the lucky girl?" realizing his misunderstanding, she shakes her head.

"no, no - we kinda wanna introduce a guy." jake sobers up immediately, real confusion falling over his face.

"okay..." it's a slow response, and he suddenly feels as though the space between them is too small. seeing his expression, she panics.

"i'm - god, i'm stupid, sorry, i shouldn't have jumped out-" she's rambling in her panic, and he reaches to calm her.

"no, no, no, it's okay." they go silent for a moment, as he lets go of her hand, "you thought of someone else?" he finally asks. she swallows harshly.

"well - there's only one other guy i really trust in this town." it was true - everyone else was nice, but she didn't know anyone else, viable or not. he looks almost expectant in an answer, but when she looks up at him with a very suggestive glance, he realizes what she means.

"me?" he's shocked, as she slowly nods.

"only if you want to - i mean i totally get it if you don't..." realizing she'd start rambling again if she spoke, she bit her tongue, stopping herself. he shakes his head, taking a deep breath.

"no - god, no, it's not that. i mean, you're pretty, and - like, we're friends, i like you, it's just..." she watches his mouth expectantly, wanting his answer, "joel's scary" she wants to take him seriously, but she can't help but crack into a smile, causing his face to morph to indignance, "c'mon, i'm being serious." she nods.

"yeah, of course, of course. but he's not gonna do anything - he wants this." he looks contemplative, jaw clenching and unclenching.

"this is a stupid idea." her face falls a little, as she swallows, "but, i'll do it." shocked by the turn around, her breaks into a smile, reaching to give him a hug.

"seriously?" she mumbles into his shoulder.

"yeah, what the hell." she laughs at his casual nature, when the both of them hear the door open, knowing it could only be one person so late into the night.

she peeks out, smiling giddily at joel, and he follows her, waving at the man as well. joel's a bit confised - not having interacted much with jack? - jacob? - before, but he nods a hello to him as he hugs her.

she waves jake a quick goodbye, and he smiles at the couple, watching them walk away. as the door closes, he exhales deeply, wondering what he'd just gotten himself into.

over the next few days, her conversations with jake had this air of just slight awkwardness to them, and she was trying her best to subtly remind joel of his fantasy. she'd taken to sticking his own fingers in her mouth and mumbling about how she wanted to be filled up during their nights together.

she'd decided that the upcoming weekend maybe the best time for this experiment, and her and jake were about to be exempt from their duties for a well-deserved break, as some of the other kitchen staff had begun feeling better. she'd proposed the time to the man, and could practically see the heat that reached his ears.

"uh - yeah, shit - yeah. saturday?" she nods slowly, deciding it might be best to warm joel up to the surprise throughout the day, before the reveal at night.

on that friday, she walks out with a distinct pep in her step, excited to be doing this for her boyfriend. she had wrapped her friend in a quick hug - a thank you for his commitment to the idea - before returning to joel.

on that saturday, they practically woke up that morning fucking. she knew he'd never say no to sex before breakfast, so, as she goes down on him, she mumbles about the surprise she had for him later. thrown out of his pleasure by the surprise, he grips her hair, pulling her off of him and looking at her expectantly for elaboration.

"what - fuck-" her hand hadn't gotten the memo to pause, "what surprise?" she laughs against him.

"'f i tell you, it's not a surprise."

he doesn't bring it up again until after breakfast, though, once he does, he doesn't stop. he practically pesters her all day - on her off-day, no less - for an explanation, until, by about the evening, she relents.

"joel, alright." he finally stops, watching as she plops onto the couch next to him, finding a comfortable position as he watches her movements, an expectant expression on his face, "remember what you said a few days ago." his face suddenly hardens - immediately understanding, but not acknowledging her, "i know you were worried about what i thought, but i - i don't hate it." his mouth parts at her admission, and she averts her eyes, a shy smile creeping on her face, "go ahead, call me greedy again."

finally, his expression breaks, and a small laugh - more of an exhale - comes from him, remembering his reaction that night as well.

"i'm - i'm not gonna do that, sweetheart. but - i don't wanna pressure ya 'r anythin', 'lright?" she looks up at him earnestly and nods.

"you're not - i swear. i - well, it can't hurt to try, right?" he leans further back into the soft cushions, half shrugging, before his eyes narrow.

"what's yer su'prise then, baby?" she hesitates for a moment, unsure how to mention it.

"well, since you - y'know, we - wanted to, i thought i'd find a guy and arrange something..." she trails off, realizing the shock on joel's face. there's definitely an intrigue in his eyes, but something else - a little darker - hidden deeper in his gaze. she searches his face desperately, looking for disgust, or apprehension in his eyes.

"ya -" he swallows, lips parting again, tongue darting out to moisten them, going silent for a moment, "who'd ya find?" is the question he eventually settles on, averting his gaze from her for a moment.

"i - you know the guy i work with? jake?" joel immediately realizes - the man that always let his girl leave with him a little early. the guy who seemed decent enough, respectful enough. it made him swallow harshly, not sure how to process the thought, but being unable to ignore the slow, interested churn in his stomach, "did - should i have found someone else?" he can hear the light edge of panic in her voice, and he's quick to shake his head.

"no - no, darlin'. that's the surprise, then? we meetin' him tonight?" she nods slowly, still unsure of his reaction. he places an arm around her, pulling her close to him, and burying his nose in her hair. "re ya excited?" she stills for a moment, before nodding, a little sheepish.

"yup." his response is immediate.

"greedy girl."

the bar has a quiet lull to it, though it's a saturday. there are a few patrons milling about - in the booths, or by the bar. they step into the warm atmosphere after the cold of the night, and she can feel goosebumps rise - due to the weather change or the anticipation, she doesn't know.

joel's warm - as always - against her back, so close to her that she feels like she can scarcely breathe. his gripping her tightly by the waist, fingers tapping on her shirt - almost contemplatively. she sees jake by the bar, and he makes eye-contact with her over the rim of his glass of beer. she waves a hello, before guiding her boyfriend towards him.

she slides into the stool beside him, tentatively giving him a hug in greeting. she doesn't usually do it in front of joel, but she figured, by the end of the night, he'd be used to much, much more, so who cared? jake mumbles a quick hi to her, before leaning back.

"hey, joel." he also speaks hesitantly, nodding at the other man. she turns to watch his reaction, and sees that the stern expression that he always kept on his face hadn't exactly left. she watched him swallow, shuffling on his feet.

"yeah. hey." it's a gruff response, but it's, at least, a response. she rolls her shoulders, a small smile growing on her lips.

"well, i think it'd be best we have a little to drink?" it's not a question, but it's got the intonation of one, as she looks for support for the idea from her two companions. joel nods, and jake calls the bartender over, requesting 3 drinks.

she only planned on them staying about half or three-quarters of the hous, before heading back. now, it had progressed to be a few minutes past an hour and a half, and it didn't look like anyone was particularly ready. jake had been maintaining a respectful distance, talking to her, and trying to engage joel in conversation, but the other man was dismissive at best and just silent at worst.

thus, she'd been engaged in conversation with jake instead - boring stuff, such as the town's gossip, about work, or about something newly stupid the man had done. she'd laughed - in fact, she'd keeled over laughing at his story, a hand at the bar and the other at the man's arm to steady herself.

though, she felt herself lose that touch quickly, as joel's hands grip her waist to keep her grounded - maybe a little tighter than his normal hold.

nonetheless, through the conversation, she had tried to listen along to jake's stories, and include joel in their conversation, but it didn't seem to be working - and, after the third beer, her confidence was supremely dwindling.

when jake had been recognized by someone else that he knew, moving just a meter or two from the couple to greet the other person, joel had pulled her flush against him, his torso warm against hers as his mouth adjusted to be at her ear-level.

"i dunno 'bout this, sweetheart." he whispers it into her cheek, and it makes her features contort into confusion, but she doesn't turn to him.

"why not?" she whispers back, a bit confused by the change of pace from the afternoon. after a moment passed, and he hadn't answered, she turned to face him. there's a distinct discomfort on his face: a sour expression, his frown deeper than usual. he wasn't looking at her, though; his eyes instead trailed jake's quiet conversation with his friend. she felt a heaviness overcome her, along with realization, "if you don't want to - we can go..." she trails off, giving him space to respond, and she can feel his sharp inhale against her skin, contemplating the idea.

"baby, i you want to - i can, but-" she immediately shakes her head.

"'t's 'lright, we can go. i don't really mind." she gives him a small, almost reassuring smile, and, after another second, he nods. he pushes both of their empty drinks so that they're not teetering on the edge of the bar, and she quickly walks over to jake. he immediately takes notice of her.

"hey, you ready-" he begins, but, seeing the other person who was still speaking with jake, her eyes widen, quick to cut him off and turn him to face her, indicating a more private conversation.

"no! i mean - i dunno, jake - he's not up for it, i think." she tries to be as discreet as possible, but jake's worried expression as he glances over at her boyfriend forces her to suppress an eye-roll at his blatantness.

"i - is he alright, i mean - i'm-?" he's stammering a bit, and she smiles, knowing what he's actually stressed about.

"he's not gonna do anything, i swear." jake's eyes flickered over to joel's ever stern face, not really reassured. nevertheless, he nods.

"okay - you guys going, then?"

"yeah - early night, but whatever. i'll see you monday?" he's quick to agree, waving her off as she returned to joel, "'lright, we heading home?" joel's still looking at the other man, and she lightly presses against his forearm to get his attention. he finally switches his attention to her, a contemplative glaze in his eyes. he hums lightly, and she's about to repeat the question, before he's shaking his head.

"no. not yet, baby." she's a little confused, until he takes her hand in his own warm, large one, gently guiding her to him, "i've got an idea. d'ya trust me?" her eyes follow his movements: the slight fire in his eyes, the hidden smirk on his lips, the impatient tapping of his fingers on the back of her palm, and she's suddenly very intrigued. she nods slowly - of course she trusted him - and the smirk seems to grow.

they duck away from the crowd, towards the back of the bar, and into the bathrooms. now, she's even more confused, as she surveys the hints of the old jackson on the walls as joel ushers her inside - closing and locking the door behind her. there's scribbles on the walls - marker, pen, paint, nail marks - and she finds it a bit difficult to move too much between the space that her and her boyfriend were occupying in the small bathroom. it was quite bare-bones, but it was at least clean - she remembered thinking, distracted enough by the setting to not notice joel's wandering hands making their way to the front of her jeans.

when she does, she lets out a gasp, gripping them before they reach her button, stilling his movements.

"what're you doing?" it'd have been more shocked and indignant if they weren't still in decent earshot of some of the tables - she could hear music and people decently through the wooden door of the bathroom.

"i need you - right now, baby. you gonna let me make you feel good?" he mumbles it into her neck, not letting her confusing defer him as his lips trace over the side of her throat. she feels her hands grow a bit shakier, realizing why this sudden urge had overcome him, but that didn't stop her hesitance.

"i - joel, there're people outside - what if someone hears us?" he's pecking away at her resolve, though, as his hands travel up her body, pulling up the sweater she's wearing along with them.

"let 'em baby, let him hear how good i'm making ya feel." alright, this was a bit out of character for him - obviously spurred on by recent events - but the way he was moving definitely indicated his desperation. finally, she secedes, rolling her eyes as she tells him to be quiet nonetheless. cheekily, he responds, "remind yourself, sweetheart." he grasps the button of her jeans, taking it off with ease, as her own hands go to grip the edge of the sink in front of them, desperately trying not to see her own flushed appearance in the mirror, and focusing instead on the movements of his hands.

he's pulling her trousers down before she can even focus all that much, just far enough to rest under her ass, allowing his hand to snake around and find her cloth-covered clit, rubbing harshly before she has a chance to realize. it causes a squeak to emit from her, making her throw a hand over her mouth, forcing herself to bite down on her finger to avoid alerting the populace of the bar to the unsavory acts occurring.

her other hand reaches desperately to slow the wake of his hand's force, grasping uselessly against his forearm as his fingers continue their assault, feeling her hips involuntarily buck against his ministrations, her thighs hitting against the sink whenever she did. his other hand pulls her underwear down to join her jeans, his hand only relenting for half a moment before it immediately reconnected with her slit, collecting the evidence of her arousal on the tips of his fingers, before bringing the thick digits to his mouth. she follows the movement of his tongue across the slick on his fingers through the mirror, having to avert her gaze for fear of letting out a loud noise at the lewd action.

her bare ass begins rubbing against his clothed cock, begging for some renewed friction and - due to his kindness, or his own desperation - he obliges her immediately, unbuckling, unbuttoning and unwearing his trousers in swift, measured movements. even through her impatience, she can appreciate the speed with which she could feel the head of his cock against her cunt, pressing against her with a striking warmth, as she bit her tongue to little success - a small moan still slipping out from her teeth.

he places a hand to each of her own, placing them in an almost bracing position against the sides of the sink, before gripping her hip, and guiding his cock into her with the other. she can see her face change as she feels the movement inside her - and, better yet, she can see his: a pretty, flushed expression as he struggled to contain his own strength, as indicated by the grit of his teeth and the twitch of his fingers as they all come to rest on her waist.

she bites her lip, feeling his hips make contact with her ass - the feeling of fullness overtaking her senses as she desperately attempted to focus on not screaming.

though, when he began moving, she could feel that resolve crumbling: a large gasp escaping on the first thrust, then a small whimper on the second and - soon enough, full blown moans, echoing over the small room, accompanied by his own grunts and groans.

he lets out a sharp exhale, a ghost of a laugh, pulling her back to rest closer to him as his pace maintained - pushing and pulling inside her with a determination and dexterity.

"what happened, baby? though ya wanted to be quiet?" it takes a moment for her brain to even comprehend what he was saying, and only a garbled noise awaited him in response. she can see his smile against her skin - right next to her completely debauched face, which he also seems to notice, "look'it ya, yer so pretty, baby girl, my pretty girl, ain't ya?" she can hear how his own words are sloppy but unrelenting, as he gets lost in the feel of her. she immediately nods along, knowing that her stream of half-muffled moans didn't suffice an answer.

"joel - i - too loud-" through her mess, he could make out a hint of worry still present in her fucked-out nature, worried about the knowledge of their actions occurring to those outside the room. he finally relents - though he loves the idea of others hearing her noises for him, and only him.

"'lright, pretty, you just can't be quiet, huh?" there's a light hint of degradation in his tone, but not an actual lie in his words, and the events of the evening made it so she wasn't exactly shameful in that moment, so she simply nods. he obliges her untold request, taking a hand off her waist and pushing it over her mouth, muffling her moans to a much more effective degree. the action forces her head back a little, closer to him, and her back to arch. she glances into the mirror, and sees a smirk appear over joel's panting face.

suddenly, his thrusts are faster, harder, causing her eyes to widen as her fingers scramble to better hold onto the sink. he follows the actions in the mirror, smiling as he sees her reaction, trying to hold it together after his seeming measure of good-will, and subsequent surprise. he watches her eyes roll back into the back of her head, and chest heaving as she desperately tries to reduce her moans, feeling the consequence of her open mouth as her spit falls over his hand.

"that's it baby, take it for me, jus' like that, pretty. ya only get like this for me, don't ya, baby girl, jus' fer me." his pace is unrelenting, spearing into her like it was his last time, while all she could do was nod, mumbling yes's that all got captured in his hand. she can feel her impending orgasm, and she attempts to say something. she doesn't need to though - as he can feel it in the violent flutter of her cunt around him. thus, he doesn't allow his pace to falter, pushing into her that much harder and that much deeper, intently watching her expression in the mirror as all her muscles tense and still: her eyes rolling back, her inhale harsh against the top of his hand, the clench of her around him, the quiet sound that finally emits from her as she feels the orgasm wash over her intensely.

her body fully slumps against him, before she practically falls to her knees, hitting the tile of the bathroom as she grasps his cock and takes him in her mouth, lapping at his underside until her also releases in her mouth with a content groan. she swallows in a heartbeat, the musky taste washing over her tongue as she rises again, gripping the sink behind her to stabilize herself. joel's hands are on her jeans and underwear, helping her pull them up over her ass, before she buttons his jeans and buckles his belt as he checks their appearances, head dipping down to kiss her on the cheek as she caught her breath.

"did so good for me, baby. how're ya feelin'?" she deeply inhales, opening her eyes to look up at him.

"good - good, really good." a smile ghosts over his lips, before he opens the door of the bathroom, ushering her in front of him.

she can feel the eyes on them, and - though joel is a little less abashed - she keeps her gaze glued to the floor as they exit.

the one time she looks up is when joel cheerily waves goodbye to someone, and as she looks at the lucky recipient, she makes eye-contact with jake, who had a bit of a shocked, amused expression on his face. her face whips forwards once more, cheeks burning.

monday's gonna be fun.

#joel miller #joel miller oneshot #joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller smut #the last of us #the last of us hbo #pedro pascal #i need you - right now

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 months ago

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Romeo & Juliet by Peter McPoland is SO evanstan you don’t understand

its literally all I think about when I hear that song

"Someday, down the road, I hope to be your Romeo I'll climb the wires to your landline While you're crying on the telephone And you're sitting, feet dangling Cheeks so rosy red and saying "Baby, I was so upset, I thought you'd never set me free" "Hello?" I'd say, "Oh, I love you" to my Juliet If you only knew, I'd kill for you, I am for you I am just who you need me to be Let's get down, and let's grow old This fire escape is getting cold I love that dress, I love the rest Of all that you've got going on One day when the lines have all been read and memorized I hope you mean it when you say that I am yours and you are mine Singing down here, on my knees I'm begging, "Won't you marry me?" I love that dress, I love the rest So Julie make me go, go on But how do you know? Is it just something hits you? Yes (look, just do a bit for me) No (no, I don't, I don't mean it, I don't mean it) I mean just the words Um (no, my babe, it's done so many times) Oh for goodness sake Alright do another bit, any bit Um... Oh God I have nothing to fucking sing"

Aw!

That's so fucking cute, like I know how Romeo and Juliet ends so it's not cute there, but, like, the song is really sweet. Also, I love the part about memorizing and reading lines for them <3 that and the mention of fire escapes because fire escapes will ever be attached to pre-war stucky for me, so, in a song about evanstan, it seems like it connects their origin back to those days when they were first cast together. Sweethearts

Thanks for sharing!!

You have a very wholesome song that makes you think of evanstan, but you know what songs make me think about them the most? Rumors by Jake Miller and Strange Love by Halsey. Both of them are much less wholesome songs 💀💀

For some reason, I can only link the live version? Idk, listen to the normal one, haha, I enjoy that recording much more

Rumors feels self-explanatory, like, that's just easy to picture--what if the tabloids caught wind of evanstan? Shit would go insane.

Strange Love is less obvious and more about the fact that I've been meaning to, for literal years, write an evanstan fic using that song. But-! It's still so coded for them: the fucking in the bathroom reads like quickies, the fame of it all, everyone wanting to know, the lyric "you walk like you're a god" makes me think of Chris and his insane strut and "I made you weak" for Sebastian, the saying your name, the keeping it a secret but letting everyone see it, etc.

Yeah 😮‍��😮‍💨

Thanks again!

#asks #evanstan #chris evans #sebastian stan #rpf #Spotify

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melodygatesauthor · 2 years ago

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for the fruit emoji asks (hope it's cool to do send more than one at a time 😜):

🍓🍊🍏

thank youuuuuuuu ❤️

Yay! Alright here we go:

🍓 What’s a fic you’ve written you feel is underrated?

That's a good question and I'm not really sure. My favorites that I've written are Just You (Kylo Ren X Reader)(non-con story read at own risk), and The Recruit and the Hunter (Kapkan X Reader). I love them both for very different reasons, and they seem to be doing well enough in their respective fandoms so I don't know that they're underrated, but they hold a special place in my heart and I love to see them thrive.

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more? (They’re so interesting! But maybe you have trouble pinning them down, or keep getting distracted by another blorbo…)

Jake Lockley is a big one. When I made my February Fluff and Fuck challenge I didn't add him in there because I didn't know anything about him, now I wished I had added him. Thatcher from Rainbow Six Siege is another one I'll be writing about before long, and our baby Benny Miller I hope to give some attention to in the near future.

🍏 Is there something you overuse, whether it’s a certain phrase, trope, or piece of punctuation?

All the FUCKING TIME.

I use ... sometimes too much for dramatic effect.

"Cunt clamping down in waves" when describing an orgasm. Best way for me to describe it but I use it a lot.

Those brows be furrowed constantly, you know what I mean?

That man...yeah that one right there...he's shooting hot white ropes when he comes.

My bigger blorbos are BIG and I mention it frequently...broad shouldered, tall, looming, big hands, strong arms e.t.c.

Oh, and I almost ALWAYS have something happening while people are talking. Like it can't just be:

"Hello." He said.

"Hi." She said.

It has to be:

"Hello." He said, walking over toward her.

"Hi." She said back, clasping her hands together nervously.

#melodyanswers #melodygatesanswers #moots #lovely mutuals #inbox games #mutual in the inbox

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frost-queen · 2 years ago

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Hi! Just was curious what requests you have atm?

Got a minute hahah alright I'm just going to drop the names of charachters I have reqs for, some are multiple reqs, but I'm not going to count them so.... get ready (68 reqs in total + 4 more waiting in my inbox)

Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw, Jonathan Crane (Gotham), Jonathan Byers, Enoch O'Connor, Steve Harrington, Count Olaf part 2, Henry Creel aka 001, Sherlock Holmes, Bob, Eloise Bridgerton, JJ Maybank, Laurie Laurence, Tewkesbury, Ed Nygma (Gotham), Rhaenyra, Natasha Trace, Anthony Bridgerton, Aemond, Harry Potter, Stephen Strange, Draco Malfoy, BBC Sherlock, Cedric Diggory, Jerry Baynard, Trilla Suduri, Hiccup Haddock, Tasm Peter Parker, young Sirius Black, Tedros (sfgae), Cal Kestis, Amy March, NWH Peter Parker, Maverick, Din Djarin, 11th doctor, Anakin Skywalker, Jonathan Morgenstern, General Kirigan, Kaz Brekker, Billy Hargrove, Joel Miller, Jacaerys, Enola Holmes, male!Bridgerton, Bridgerton!sis, loose HOTD fics. in my que Daemon

so a lot as you can see hahah

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sollumin · 1 year ago

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There was a moment of bewilderment that cast briefly across the young Officer's features. Elias wouldn't have to reveal much to warrant a guess that whatever he was suffering from had him by the throat. He could see it in how he fought with himself, an inner and private turmoil threatening to crest outwards.

It would be messy, but Officer Miller was used to cleaning up the mess.

All Elias needed was someone to share in this private hell of his, no strings attached, someone who would sit there and allow him to tease his sufferings out one painful word at a time. Zeke judged he could be just that instrumental piece missing in making this arduous experience a little more bearable. Elias' willingness to at least be present in the space, to sit amongst them, was enough for the time being.

Slow and steady, Miller. There was progress to be made here.

"There's nothing wrong with not knowing where to start, what works best for you, Elias. I'm sure that will change the more you're here. From what I can tell, you're lost, given instructions to a life you can't make heads or tails with. It's alright; we're all going through it to one degree or another, and no one expects you to deal with something like this alone. We shouldn't."

Zeke's attention only deviated from the other briefly to check on their current seating capacity before inviting them to walk with him back to the circle,

"Everyone, I would like to introduce you to Elias. He would like to sit in with us today, so, let's ensure he feels welcomed, OK? Now, what I like to do when we have new faces is to go around and have each member say something about themselves, kind of a way of breaking the ice. Please bear with me. I'll start- you all know me as Officer Miller in town, but here, you can call me Zeke. Uhh.. let's see.. despite carrying a firearm, rifle, that sort of thing.. I am not exceptionally skilled in hunting game—especially the smaller ones. I swear they're out there, making fun of me as we speak, Jake too, probably… "

A short chuckle gave him enough time to refocus the conversation,

"Elias.. we agreed to let you just sit in and observe, but I can't help but wonder: Is there something interesting about you that you want to share? Doesn't have to be as embarrassing as mine."

Mr. Scratch felt himself grow impatient with the nerves he was experiencing now. He never had this happen before, but home was a particular place, and he didn't get to go there anymore. The human world was creating too many obstacles. He used to ramble borderline poetically-- no thanks to Alan-- about how his murders made a difference above the surface. Now, he felt sickened when he realized he risked being detained; held in a smaller and more annoying, cell.

He had no intense dislike for Zeke. It's the Bright Falls sheriff's department that really rattled him. One Breaker is not equal to another Breaker. The current management could be his downfall. So could the previous... but he liked to think he had it under control. Alan helped, even when he wasn't really helping. Scratch snapped back just in time as Miller started talking.

❝I'm-- I don't know... It's that I'm an addict. I want-- no, need to stop,❞ Scratch musters out. Not revealing too much, but just enough. ❝I don't know what would help.❞ He wanted to go back to New York City. He wanted Alan to pick him up. He wanted to be with him. This was overcomplicated. He wasn't sure how much he could say without risking being put away (bad dog).

The Herald -- no. Elias Zane. Needed to remember. Elias looked back into the room. The small light shined onto the chairs, he can cope with that. Yet, he's already dug his hole. He has to find a way to climb out of it. So he lies...

❝Could I just, listen in today? Get a feel? Maybe try a book to get me started?❞ He tries his best puppy dog look, the wet pathetic eyes Alan can easily wear. Especially when he's disappointed... Scratch doesn't allow himself to remember how he got into this predicament. He didn't think Alan would have trouble comprehending you can't tame a wild animal, but now he's dumped the training onto the animal itself.

#malonox #[ those we live for ]- alternative alan wake 2 verse

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loyolahcmass · 7 years ago

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Homily on Jake Miller

Here is the preview of Fr. Rossi’s homily on rapper Jake Miller:

Jake and Dylan: A Homily

“I got life, I got love, I got faith and that’s enough.”

“I’m Alright” by Jake Miller

Jake Miller will never forget that day.

The rapper got word on February 12, 2015 that his childhood friend Dylan Schopp's body had been found in their old hangout, Markham Park in Weston, South Florida.

Jake says he just walked out of a recording session, and went back to his Los Angeles hotel.

There, in a stream of hyperconsciousness, he wrote and recorded a tribute to Dylan on his phone.

It only took him a couple of hours.

__________

Back in Weston, David and Debbie Schopp, were reeling from their 21-year-old son's suicide.

Later that day, they received a condolence text message from Miller that included the rough recording of the song.

It was titled with the nickname Dylan had earned in high school because of his extraordinary spirit of optimism and kindness.

It was called "Sunshine."

__________

"You break down and you cry." Miller says. "It's very raw. But, you have to do more.”

Miller's song came with a question for the Schopps: Should he take it into the studio, record it, and release "Sunshine,” or keep it just between them?

The Schopps decided that Dylan's legacy, the outgoing and helpful attitude that made him a ray of sunshine to everyone, meant Miller had to share the song.

Miller's EP, "Rumors," closes with "Sunshine.”

His video for the song, with Dylan's friends and family in Markham Park, was published on YouTube as part of Suicide Prevention Month and has generated almost 2 million views.

The "Sunshine" video has also been in regular rotation on MTV, which is collaborating with Miller to help troubled young people.

__________

For the "Sunshine" video, Miller used Facebook to gather a couple of hundred friends and family, asking them to wear white.

The video, which includes family pictures and movies of Dylan provided by his parents, is highlighted by the release of dozens of lighted lanterns.

"There was a lot of love, a lot of love," Miller says of that day.

"We videoed at the spot where he decided, you know, that … it was over.

“It was a special spot where Dylan and all our buddies used to go in high school.

“It was a beautiful afternoon and a beautiful evening.

“Everybody was there because they loved Dylan."

__________

The opening scene of the video shows Dylan zipping along on a skateboard, as Miller sings, "Will I see you again when I'm lost in the dark? Will you be there for me when I look at the stars?"

Miller carefully monitors the comments section for the video, where kids thank him for the song and for helping them put aside thoughts of suicide.

__________

Miller and the Schopps also created the Sunshine Foundation, which promotes suicide prevention awareness.

"We wanted to keep Dylan's memory alive. He was a ray of light for so many people," Miller says.

One way the foundation raises money is through the sale of Sunshine wristbands, yellow rubber bracelets inscribed with the word "Sunshine."

Since the video was released, the foundation has had a hard time keeping them in stock.

__________

Miller first remembers Dylan as a skinny ninth-grader with a mouth full of braces, a crown of blonde hair, an ever-present smile, and a "ready, willing and able" attitude.

That’s why their wrestling coach gave him his nickname, Sunshine.

But it stuck for a reason, Miller says.

"He was one of those kids who was friends with everyone, extremely easy to be around.

“He helped me a million times when I felt down!

"He was just always happy, just a positive, happy kid, always smiling."

__________

As Miller moved on with his music career, Dylan went to Florida State University.

Then he enlisted in the Army shortly before he died.

"He was going to be leaving for boot camp sometime after this all happened.”

"He told me he wanted to make a difference but, something personal just happened, you know?

“So, now we’re going to make that difference in his memory.”

__________

“Give comfort to my people,” says the Lord.

Jake Miller is a rapper.

There are lots of rappers these days.

Some of them seem to care only for themselves.

But Miller stands out because he wants to make a positive difference in other peoples’ lives.

He wants to comfort people, like his friend Dylan, who are going through troubled times.

__________

This is the Second Sunday of Advent.

Notice God’s words to us. There’s all about loving concern.

“I will give you comfort.”

“I will speak tenderly to you.”

“Fear not, I am here.”

“I will care for you.”

__________

As Jake Miller says, "If it could happen to Dylan, it could happen to anyone.

"There are a lot of unsettled kids out there, and if I can do something to lead them in the right direction, I’ll do it.”

That’s God’s attitude this Advent 2017.

Let’s ask Him to make it our attitude as well.

#jake miller #jake miller rapper #jake miller sunshine #jake miller rumors #jake miller i'm alright #homily #homilies #catholic homily #Catholic Mass #hcm homilies #loyolahcmass

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cherrycola27 · 2 years ago

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Rules of Engagement

Part 1: Flight Plan

Paring: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC Jada "Venom" Miller

Warnings: Language, drinking, Hangman being Hangman. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI

"Oh my god Phoenix...Hangman left his locker unlocked.... it sure would be a shame... if someone messed with his stuff." Jada laughed shooting her friend a mischievous grin.

"Venom, you are just asking for trouble... but we should totally mess with him." Phoenix laughed shaking her head as the women crowded around his locker before the rest of the crew came in.

"Alright let's see what Mr. Texas has in here... wallet, clothes, shower stuff, box of toothpicks, his helmet, ugh... nothing good that we can use against him." Phoenix sighed. "Of course he would have a box of toothpicks in his locker. The man is a beaver I swear." Venom joked.

"Phe, I have an idea." Jada turned to her. "I don't like that look V, but what's you're idea?" She asked her.

"Pass me my helmet." Venom said gesturing to her locker. Phoenix grabbed Venom's black helmet and passed it to her while Jada took Hangman's from his locker and then replaced it with her own.

"Really? Stealing his helmet?" Phoenix asked cocking an eyebrow. "I'm going to see how long it takes him to realize I'm wearing his. He claims to be so observant... I'm just putting it to the test." She shrugged before walking back over to her side of the lockers.

Moments later the rest of the team came in. Jake was going on and on about how he was going to kick ass in the training exercises today. He walked over to his locker and popped a toothpick into his mouth.

Venom put his helmet on her head, granted it was too big for her but she made it work and strolled over to lean on the locker beside him.

"You really think you're going to kick ass today, we all know how many times Mav has made you do push ups here lately, I wouldn't get too cocky Hangy." Venom said smoothly.

Jake grimaced at the nickname Jada had given him. "I know you're just trying to get in my head Miller, and I don't have time for games today." Hangman replied reaching for his, well her helmet. He still hadn't noticed she had switched them.

"What the fuck?" Jake questioned as he tried to put the helmet on his head but it wouldn't fit. "Guess your head finally got to big." Jada smirked.

"You know what Venom," Hangman began as he slammed his locker and turned to her. His eyes grew wide when he realized his helmet was perched on top of her head.

"What Hangy? Cat got your tonuge?" She asked while Jake shifted the toothpick in his mouth.

"I take it you aren't familiar with the rule are you?" Hangman asked as a smirk plastered on his face. "What rule Seresin?" She questioned him.

Jake chuckled.

"Darlin', let's just say if you don't take that helmet off your head right now, there's going to be a different kind of joystick between your thighs later." Hangman grinned.

"I thought that rule only applied to cowboy hats Hangy?" Venom smirked back showing Jake she new exactly what rule he was talking about.

"A man wears a lot of hats sweets... same rule applies to to all of them" Jake said dropping his voice to a whisper.

"Well Jakey, let's hope your a better ride than you are a pilot... and that your head isn't the only thing that's big about you" Venom said before handing him his helmet and taking the toothpick from his mouth, popping it in her own, giving him a wink and leaving the locker room.

Jake's jaw hung open before he looked around to see if anyone else had paid attention to the interaction. Much to his chagrin no one was the wiser to what had just gone down. He snatched his helmet that Venom had left behind and placed it on his head before walking out to his plane all while thinking "Damn, this girl might be the death of me."

"Alright Venom any sign of him?" Hangman asked as the pair flew through the sky keeping a look out for Maverick. Sure over the past year since the Uranium mission they had learned some of the man's tricks, but he still never failed to catch them off guard.

"Negative Hangy, nothing that I can see." Venom replied scanning the area for him.

"God dammit woman I swear I am going to lose it if you call me 'Hangy' one more time, Bagman is better than that. Jesus" Jake snapped at her. Jada snickered out a laugh before glacing down, "gotcha" She thought looking down to barely catch a glimpse of Maverick directly under Jake's plane.

Deciding not to waste the opportunity she looked looked over to Hangman and signaled that Maverick was under them and what their plan should be.

"Bagman just doesn't have the same ring to it as Hangy... but if you insist... now Hangman break low!" She commanded as both of them slowed down and dropped back behind Maverick.

"Shit, how did you know?" Maverick asked as the two younger aviators worked to trap him.

"You're getting rusty old man, caught your plane out of the corner of my eye." Venom told him, never letting up as she and Jake chased him.

"Well it's good to see you two work together as well as you fight with each other." Maverick teased noticing how the pair communicated to try and shoot him down.

"What can I say Mav, we like to be the best at everything we do." Hangman replied.

He and Venom stayed on Maverick's tale never letting the older pilot shake them no matter what move he pulled on them. Maverick attempted to climb to sling shot behind Hangman but that proved to be a fatal maneuver because the minute he rose, Venom popped up from behind Jake and had missle lock on him.

"Fuck yeah Hangman! We got him!" Venom cheered. Maverick sighed at the tones. "Looks like we have some push up to count for the Captain when we land Ven." Hangman replied.

When the pair reached the ground the entire squad met them on the tarmac to congratulate them on being the first pair to shoot Maverick down, and they all wanted to get in on the action of watching the captain complete his push ups. After Pete finished he dismissed everyone for the rest of the day.

The group made their way back to the locker rooms. Everyone wanted to get out of there quickly and for the most part they did, which is how Venom and Hangman found themselves alone in the room.

They had both changed into some civilian clothes and were packing their stuff when Jada came over and said "Good Job up there today Hangy." Jake rolled his eyes and shut his locker "You too Venom. Guess we do work together as good as we fight with each other." He sighed.

"What, you aren't going to rail into me for calling you Hangy again? You said you were going to lose it if I called you that one more time." Jada teased.

"Jada," he paused before fully turning to face her. Her breath caught in her throat at his use of her government name.

"If I wanted to rail you, it wouldn't be with my words sweets..." he looked at her to gage her reaction. She looked so pretty standing there in her red tank top and jeans. He hummed to himself as he pushed a stray piece of her ebony hair away from her face. "Huh," he chuckled "wonder what else we could do just as good as we fight."

She stood there stunned fully drinking in the man before her. No one should look that good in a plain black shirt and jeans, but God Jake wore it well. In a moment of confidence or stupidity, she isn't sure which, Venom slipped a piece of paper into his pocket.

Hangman gave her a questioning look. "My address... I still owe you a ride for wearing your helmet don't I?" She said smoothly before flipping her hair and walking away, leaving Jake Seresin standing their stunned, picking his jaw up off the floor, for the second time today.

As Jake tried to regain his composure Coyote came back into the locker room. "Hey man there you are, most of us are heading to the Hard Deck, you in?" Coyote asked him. Hangman shoved his hand in his pocket and felt the piece of paper in there.

"No man," he shook his head. "I actually have other plans, maybe next time." Jake told him before grabbing his keys and leaving.

When Jake got to the parking lot he climbed into his truck and locked the door. He pulled out the paper Jada had given him. There on it was her address neatly written along with a note that said "See you soon Hangy," with a winky face at the end. He chuckled to himself before punching the address into the GPS on his phone.

The drive to Venom's apartment was about 20 minutes from base. He pulled his truck into one of the visitors parking spaces and killed the engine. He sat there for a minute and raked his hands over his face. Was he really about to do this?

Honestly he was kidding when he had brought up "the rule" but Jada Miller was never one to back down from a challenge, that was part of the reason of how she got her call sign.

And truthfully she was the one who invited him over. Hangman racked his brain. While Venom never ceased to infuriate him with her quick wit, strong flying, teasing nature, and that ridiculous nickname she had given him, he also couldn't deny the insane attraction he had towards her. Most woman fawned over him, made it easy, but with Venom, he had to work for it. Maybe he shouldn't be here... he thought.. surely this was a bad idea.

But before Jake could start his truck and back out to go to the Hard Deck his phone chimed with a text from Jada herself.

Venom: Are you just going to sit out there all day or are you going to come up? I made dinner and have beer... don't go living up to your callsign now ;)

Jake sighed. She must have seen him pull in. "Well fuck it. Might as well." He laughed grabbing his keys and heading up to her place.

Jake knocked on the door to Jada's apartment, there was a moment of silence before she answered. Jake took a deep breath it as he heard the door unlock, ready to make a smart ass comment, but his brain must have forgotten how to function when she opened the door.

Apparently in the 45 minutes it took him to finish on base and drive to her place, Venom had changed into a red sundress, put on some subtle make-up and her jet black hair and been pulled up into a textured pony tail.

Hangman was definitely not expecting that.

"Got a hot date I don't know about?" He joked as she invited him in. "Hot? Kinda. Date? Well not sure about that part." Jada replied offering him a beer from her fridge.

"If you want to have a seat, food should be ready soon. Hope you like Italian becasue I made spaghetti bolognese." She stated before heading back into the kitchen.

Instead of sitting, Hangman followed her into the kitchen. "Wow, it smells amazing in here." He told her "Thanks. Cooking is my second passion besides flying" She replied sending him a genuine smile.

"Listen Ven, I was really kidding about the whole thing from earlier..." Jake began as he rubbed the back of his neck while she continued to cook.

"I know." She replied "But I wasn't"

Jake's eyes went wide. "Excuse me?" He asked unsure if he hard heard her correctly.

"What can a say Hangy? You never fail to piss me off and get under my skin. But at the same time, I've never been more attracted to anyone." She said calmy as she met his eyes.

"I uh... um." Jake gulped at her words. There she went again making his brain fuzzy.

"And I see the way you look at me. I think the feeling is mutual. But I couldn't make it easy for you, that's not how I roll. I had to make sure you wanted it to." Venom stated turning to face him.

"And how exactly do you know I want this... you... V?" He asked as his eyes dropped her face.

"Oh Hangy, you wouldn't be here if you didn't." She winked before turning away to grab some plates.

"You minding giving me a hand and taking this to the table? I need to grab the bread out of the oven." Jada asked him as she pushed two steaming plates of pasta into his hands as if she didn't just call him out for wanting to sleep with her.

Jake shuffled by her and sat the plates down on the small table on the other side of kitchen. Moments later Jada appeared with some fresh bread and wine. She poured a glass for herself and then slide one over to Jake. He sat there staring at the food before him while Venom twirled a fork in her pasta.

"It's not poisonous." She told him when she noticed he wasn't eating. "Just because my callsign is Venom doesn't actually mean I would try to poison you." She joked. Hangman snickered and picked up his fork and took a tentative bite.

"Wow. This is actually pretty good." He commented. "Thanks, you know how it is being from the south, my mom made sure I could cook. Guess she figured that would be the only way I could get a man. She always said I was too head strong and not lady like enough. Being in the Navy I guess I proved her right." Venom stated with just a hit of pain in her voice.

"You could have any man you wanted V, you're gorgeous, smart, funny, kind..." Jake began.

"Jake, you're already going to get laid tonight, you don't have to lie to me to get in my pants." Venom cut him off taking a long sip of her wine.

"I wasn't lying Jada." He stated softly turning to look at her. He gingerly grabbed her hand and met her eyes. He gave her a moment to decide if the action was okay. When he figured that she wasn't going to slap him, he spoke again.

"I'm serious Jada, you are an amazing girl. You're beautiful, witty, a great pilot, a huge pain in my ass, and you never fail to challenge me, you make me want to be better. We make a good team, there is no denying that." Jake told her honestly.

"And truth be told, Hangy is kinda growing on me." He winked at her. "But if you ever tell anyone I said that I will vehemently deny it."

"Well Hangy, here I thought you were all smoke and mirrors with no substance, but turns out you do have a heart." Venom stated looking back at him.

"I know... shocking isn't it?" Jake laughed looking back at her. Jada slowly stood up from the table and grabbed Hangman's hand and pulled him up from the table.

"What are we doing?" He asked as she lead him throw her apartment. She didn't respond. Venom silently opened her bedroom door and ushered him in. Jake walked into the middle of the room and shoved his hands in his pockets. Jada quietly closed the door and leaned up against it.

The two pilots stared at each other. Both locked in a mental dog fight of who would cave first. Much like everything the pair did, it was a battle of wits and will.

Not wanting to be kept waiting, Venom decided to see if she could break Hangman's.

Without dropping eye contact, she slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders and then pulled it off over her head to reveal a matching red lace set.

Jake gulped before speaking "You wear that for me honey?"

"So what if I did Hangy, what are you going to do about it?" She replied cocking an eyebrow.

"This." He growled before crossing the room and pinning her against the door. Jake dropped his mouth to her and began kissing her roughly, forcing his tongue between her lips as she moaned.

Venom grabbed the hem of Jake's shirt and pulled it up over his head and tossed it somewhere in her room. She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back towards her bed. He sat down abruptly as the back of his legs made contact with the mattress.

Jada took the opportunity to lower herself into his lap. Her thighs caging his waist under her. She ground herself down over the growing erection in his jeans.

"Fuck Ven," he moaned out breaking the kiss. Hangman's hands found the clasp of her bra and quickly flicked it open. He pulled the red lace away from her body and took a moment to admire her perfect breasts.

Before Jake could get his hands on them Jada slipped out of his lap and onto her knees. She stroked him through his pants while Jake buck his hips up as he let out a low hiss. Venom smirked as she undid his belt and the button of his jeans. She felt his cock twitch as she lowered his zipper.

Not wanting to waste time she pulled his jeans and boxers down in one swoop, his cock bouncing off of his abdomen as she did.

"Now I see where you got your callsign from." She commented taking in the sight of his member. "Guess you really can back up all that attitude." Venom stated.

Jake's manhood was glorious. He was long and thick, veins wrapping around it as it stood at attention. The head perfectly swollen with a bead of precum dripping out. She was just about to wrap her lips around it when he grabbed her up to kiss him again.

"Hangy...I wanted to taste you." Jada whined as he planted kisses along her neck and collarbone.

"Next time baby, I promise. Right now I'm going to die if I don't get my hands on you." He stated pulling her panties off of her. Once the last remaining article of clothing was gone, Jake was free to explore her body. His hands roamed the strong, tanned, beautiful expanses of skin that were now exposed to him. One of his hands made its way to her hair and tugged it out of the ponytail it was in.

The dark locks cascaded down and framed her face. Jada broke apart from him and sighed contently before pushing him further back towards the center of her mattress.

She had a wicked look in her eyes when Jake's met them.

"I promised you a ride Seresin. .. " she began..."so tell me cowboy... where do you want me to saddle up? That pretty face or your gorgeous cock?"

Jake's tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his lips and she hovered over his abs.

"How about both darlin'?" He replied raking his eyes over her once more.

"Both? Well then, I hope your ready for it Jake, because my rides last a lot longer than eight seconds." Venom smirked as she placed a thigh on either side of his face.

Jake locked an arm around either thigh. "You're so wet for me baby. Bet you taste so good." He moaned before flattening out his tongue and licking a broad stripe across Jada's center.

"Oh baby don't be a tease." She moaned out. Taking the hint, Hangman pulled her flush against his face and began to eat her core like a man starved. He lapped at her wetness and sucked on her clit. He made sure to pay extra attention to the swollen bundle of nerves alternating between sucking on it and drawing figure eights across it with his tongue. Venom rocked her hips against his face grinding down on him harder with each pass of his tongue against her center.

"Fuck yes Jake, that's the stuff right there." She moaned out grabbing a hand full of his sandy blond locks. He moaned from in-between her thighs as she pulled at his hair. He tighten his grip on her hips bringing her closer to him. She rocked against his mouth as he worked against her.

"Feels so good Hangy, knew it would, yes, right there, keep going." She panted as he tongued her clit. She felt the coil inside her wind up tightly. Each lick, suck, and nibble pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her breath was ragged as Jada chased her high, her hips bucking against Jake's face of their own accord until

"Yes, fuck, oh my God, Jake!" She screamed as the coil snapped and her orgasm flooded her senses. She continued to roll her hips until her high subsided and she remembered how to breathe again.

Venom climbed off of Hangman's face and collapsed on the bed next to him. He rolled over to kiss her, she could taste herself on his lips and tongue but she didn't care.

"Don't tell me you're already tired." He teased. "No, that was just... something else..." She panted out. "I've never actually had a guy make me cum from oral alone." Jada admitted.

"Told you I'm the best at everything I do." Jake said with a smirk. Venom climbed on top of him. "Someone really outta fuck that smug look off your face Seresin." She whispered in his ear.

"You're more than welcome to try sweetheart." He replied cooly. Without skipping a beat Jada found herself lining the head of his cock up with her entrance. She teased the tip with her folds.

"Oh Fuck Me." Jake sighed as she fully sank down on him. "That's exactly what I plan on doing." She said as she circled her hips.

God he was big she thought. His head was hitting spots inside her she didn't even know existed, and the fullness oh my God she had never been fuller.

It took her a minute to get used to his size, the way he stretched her was almost painful, but the moment she rose up and sank back down on him, pleasure filled her body.

"Oh, oh, oh" She cried while building up her rhythm. Jake's hands found themselves seated on her hips, not pushing or pulling her, just a point of contact where he could ground himself.

Venom picked up the pace and rocked herself back everytime she came down on him.

"V, you are so fucking tight, God I could get used to this." Hangman moaned out digging his fingers into her hips. She gasped at the sensation.

Wanting more leverage, Jada leaned back and placed her hands on his thighs. She used the new found angle to fuck herself down harder on his length.

"So good Hangy, so deep." She whined as she chased her peak. The new angle felt amazing but she needed more.

Venom moved one hand from Hangman's thigh and brought it to her clit. She began to rub hard fast circles on it as she was desperately trying to cum.

Jake saw mesmerized by the sight. Jada looked like a goddes above him. Her hair wild, head thrown back as she used him for her pleasure. A low groan came from deep in his chest as he watched his body disappear into hers.

Venom leaded forward and noticed how Jake was fixed on where they connected. She knew he could give her more, a delightfully dangerous idea came to her mind.

"Jake," She breathed out trying to pull him back to her. He was too focused on watching her he didn't hear her. Jada slowed her motions which caused him to whine and snap him back to reality.

"Baby, Ven, Jada, please, please don't stop." He panted as she all but stilled her hips while he was still buried inside her.

"Touch me Jake." She cooed to him.

"What?" He asked... his brain wasn't completely comprehending what she was saying. He was too focused on the way she was clenching around him.

"Come on Jakey, touch me." She called again.

He looked at where his hands were placed on her hips. "I am touching you." He replied.

"Not like that Seresin... come here." She curled her finger beckoning him to sit up. He rose to met her which caused her core to grip him tighter and he hissed.

"Give me your hands." Venom command. Jake held them up. She grabbed both of them and placed them on her breasts. "When I said touch me... I meant here." She stated as she encouraged him to kneed the soft tissue under his palms.

"Here..." She continued taking one of his hands and placing it in her hair for him to grab a fist full.

"Or here..." She finished grabbing the hand from her hair and wrapping it around her throat.

"I'm not going to break baby, you can get a little rough with me. I promise you won't buck me off." She told him before sealing her mouth to his.

Hangman's mind went into overdrive. His hand that was still around Venom's throat squeezed it slightly causing her to let out a breathy moan.

"Good boy Jake, fuck me like you mean it." She grinned

"Yes Ma'am." He replied before snapping his hips into her.

"Oh my fucking God yes baby!" Venom screamed. Jake's hand left her throat and made its way back to her hair. He roughly grabbed a handful of the black locks and pulled her closer to him. He pushed her hair to the side and exposed her neck to his waiting mouth.

Jake left a trail of hot, wet, open mouth kisses until he reached a sensitive spot behind her right ear. He sucked a hot red mark there. Sure it would fade in a couple hours, but for now he was marking his territory.

"I, ugh, so close, don't fucking stop... please" Jada begged as she pressed her forehead to his.

"Come on baby. You can do it. Cum for me" Jake replied as they locked eyes.

Jadas hair fell across her shoulders and hung over the two of them like a curtain. Without breaking eye contact Hangman's fingers found her clit and he began to furiously circle the swollen button with his thumb.

"That's it baby, just like that. Just like that." Venom encouraged him.

"Come on Jada, look at me. Let me see those beautiful eyes while you cum all over my cock." Jake coached.

The combination of his fingers and his words were enough to send Venom over the edge with a pornographic moan of Jake's name, she came hard and fast around him, her pussy clenching onto his length for dear life.

Jake continued to fuck her through her high meeting his shortly after. Sinfully groaning as he spilled inside of her.

Both spent and sweaty, Jada collapsed on top of Jake when he fell back against her pillows.

The couple laid there for what seemed like ever. Jake drew lazy circles along Jada's spine while she traced her fingers over the dusting of hair across his chest.

"So," Venom spoke finally breaking the silence. "What does this mean for us. Do you want this to be a one and done thing... something casual... something more.... where is your head at Hangman?" She asked looking up at him.

"Well..." Jake began as he wrapped his arms around her. "I was thinking we could give this 'us thing' a try. I meant what I said earlier. I really like you... and you gotta admit we make a great team in the sky and in the bedroom. We could be the ultimate power couple." He told her.

"You think you can handle me Hangy? Just because I'm your girl doesn't mean I will stop teasing you or getting under your skin. In fact it might make me worse." Venom winked at him.

"As my girl I'd expect nothing less. Just don't expect me to go easy on you in training." Jake told her.

"Well I guess that settles it... we're doing this, for real." Jada sighed and snuggled closed to Jake.

"The Daggers aren't going to know what hit them." Venom smirked.

"If they thought we were bad when we didn't get along, just imagine how bad they are going to think we are once they find out we do get along." Jake replied pulling the blanket over them.

Jada blinked a few times. Sleep suddenly heavy in her eyes. "Jake..."she whispered. "Yeah baby" He said. "I'm glad I stole your helmet." She told him before giving him a peck on the lips.

"I'm glad you stole it too."

A/N: So I really hope you guys liked this. I am debating on turning this into a multi chapter fic. As always I would love some feedback in the comments

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godlygreta · 3 years ago

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chapter four | fuck buddies.

title | hand me downs.

summary | the cabin was somehow becoming less and less fun, jake wasn't himself and it drove you wild. you were determined to get to the bottom of things

warnings | angst (and swearing, but i feel like you should always just safely assume i will be swearing in all of my fics by now)

word count | 3.4k

author’s note | this is a bit different than other chapters. it focuses more on both of them than y/n. sorry in advance bc it's also angstier and there's no sex ! never written a chapter for this fic yet without it ... so beware .. don’t hate me for this one lmfao

song of the chapter | hand me downs, mac miller

❝ all i never needed was somebody / with some reason who can keep me sane / ever since i can remember / i been keeping it together but i'm feeling strange / get away when it ain't really safe / and it don't seem right❞

The unsettled feeling in Jake’s chest followed into the morning. His eyes opened way before yours did. He laid there, your head on his chest, arm and leg thrown over his body. His arm wrapped around your back, hand gently caressing your shoulder. From the outside he could hear the birds, their morning discussions held at volumes that were barely above a human’s inside voice. That wasn’t all he could hear though.

Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you.

It rang through his head religiously. All he could hear was your voice, fucked out and dripped in exhaustion. It could’ve been a declaration of love in terms of friendship and he was just overthinking everything. It could’ve been because he was taking care of you afterwards, making sure you had been reclothed and all of him was wiped off of you. He didn’t know what it meant. Part of him didn’t want to know what it meant. He wanted nothing more than to leave the subject alone.

He looked at your face. He drunk your features in, noticing things he overlooked before. The very faint freckles that littered the bridge of your nose, the scars you had attained from previous bouts with acne, puberty had not been kind to you in that department. He noticed the way your mouth twitched while you were sleeping, the way your chest rose and fell in time with your heartbeat.

He admired you. Not only physically, but every way possible. He adored the way you have come out victorious in every situation possible. He admired the way you’d handle confrontational situations. He loved the way you always knew how to cheer him up, how to fix whatever issue he had going on in his life. He loved the way he always went on hikes with you, even in high school, never once complaining about how long it would take.

The feeling within his chest temporarily lifted, focusing on you instead of his thoughts distracted him for the short while. But soon, Jake’s heartbeat quickened within his chest. His mind raced. Every thought that he could possibly have within that moment was happening.

He felt you begin to stir, watching as you switched your body, facing the other way. He took the opportunity to leave you be, slipping out of bed as slowly as possible, trying not to wake you up. He tiptoed to the door, shutting it so slowly behind him. He straightened his figure and walked to the kitchen.

He threw a coffee filter in the coffee pot, filling it with water and a scoop of coffee. He grabbed a mug from the cupboards, setting it down on the counter. He leaned over the counter, mind racing with different thoughts, going back to her words.

Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you.

“You alright man?” Danny asks, interrupting the silence. Jake’s head snaps towards him, seeing him sit at the bar. Jake nodded, attempting to pretend like he was. He wasn’t. “You’ve got something on your mind. Say it, it might help. I won’t judge.”

“Walk with me.” Danny followed Jake out to the dock, sitting next to him as he watched Jake. “It’s about Y/N.”

“What about her?”

“She said she loved me last night.” Danny’s arms wrapped around his knees, his feet touching. He didn’t look away from Jake once. All he did was watch his face, see his expressions change. Danny was waiting for more, hanging onto Jake's sentence as if it were a cliffhanger. Jake just sat there, his hands in his lap and his eyes trained on the water, watching it move.

“And?”

“I don’t know how I feel about it yet.” His voice was quieter than what Danny was expecting. Jake bit at the skin on his lips, hoping Danny would help him navigate whatever he was feeling. Danny always had the best advice, he was always someone Jake went to when he was serious about a situation. Sure, Josh and Sam could handle serious situations, but not like Danny could. He was like the band’s ‘mom’ in terms of knowledge and advice on the most random shit.

“Well,” Danny started, placing a hand on Jake’s shoulder. “You don’t have to figure it out right this second. Let yourself navigate it the rest of the trip, we’ve only got a few days left anyways. You guys have been fucking, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, for a while now.”

“So, go about it a different way. Instead of looking at things the way you have been, look at it from a relationship standpoint.” Jake pondered Danny’s words for a split second, anxiety washing over him in a second.

“Won’t that make things weird?”

“Things will only get weird if you make them weird, Jake. I’m gonna head back inside. I’ll bring you back a cup of coffee.” Jake muttered a quick thanks and continued to stare at the water.

Jake sat with Danny’s words. Would things get weird? What if you didn’t feel the same way? What if you didn’t mean it in terms of dating and love like that? What if you just meant it in a way that you love fucking Jake?

Would it be such a bad thing to be more than friends? More than fuck buddies?

Danny interrupted his thoughts by handing him the mug. “You know, I’ve never seen you this rattled over a simple ‘I love you’ before.”

“It’s not simple, Danny.”

It wasn’t. Nothing about your relationship with Jake was simple. Nothing was simple about him staring at you. Nothing was simple about how intricately well he knew you. Nothing was simple about the way he would take care of you. Nothing was fucking simple.

Danny let the subject be. He started talking about the song the boys were in the middle of, asking Jake if he had thought about any riffs recently that would fit. He shook his head, he had been a little preoccupied this morning, his thoughts all consuming. “Wanna go fuck around in the basement, see if we can come up with anything?”

Jake followed him, although he didn’t entirely want to. His mind was occupied with thoughts of you, making himself more nervous to be even within the same household as you. As if Danny couldn’t be any more of a ‘mom’, he sensed Jake’s nerves. Giving him one of those stern mom looks, Jake focuses on what’s ahead of him.

Play the guitar.

Write the new songs.

For the album.

Don’t think about Y/N.

Fuck. He already messed up, two minutes into his and Danny’s writing session. He shook the thought of you out of his brain, he pulled his phone out, going to the Voice Memos app, focusing on what Sam and Danny had already recorded blaring through his headphones. He began to fuck around, playing with the formation of different chords.

Unbeknownst to him, you had slipped down into the basement. You sat at the bottom of the stairs, watching Jake and the way his mind worked. You could see him focusing intensely on the music, eyebrows furrowed and lips twitching. You tiptoed over to him, attempting to be as quiet as possible. You pushed a strand of hair out of his face, slightly startling him as he stopped playing. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You’re fine.” He grumbled, pulling an ear out from under his headphones. “Did you need something?”

“No, I just wanted to say good morning. You weren’t there when I woke up.” You spoke, going to grab Jake’s hand. It was often you did so, grabbing it just to toy with the ring on his finger. But he pulled his hand away.

“I’ve gotta get back to writing.”

“Okay.” Your voice barely left a whisper. He slipped his headphone back on his ear and went back to playing.

Grabbing a cup of coffee upstairs, Joy could tell your mood had shifted. She didn’t say anything, though, and neither did you. You sat on the bar stool, scrolling through your social media to catch up with some of your friends from college. “What’s wrong?”

“Hmm?” You asked, looking up from your phone. “Oh, nothing. Just slept weird.”

“Yeah, sure.” Joy rolled her eyes at you, grabbing creamer from the fridge. “I know you and Jake are sleeping together.”

You just took a sip from your coffee, locking your phone and putting it on the counter. It wasn’t a secret, but it wasn’t not a secret. You looked almost everywhere except her eyes, not wanting to meet her gaze. “Y/N.”

“So? I’m just fooling around with him. What’s so bad about it?”

“You’re not just fooling around with him, Y/N, and you and I both know it.” Joy’s arms were crossed, looking at you disapprovingly. “I ran into him last night.”

Jake quietly slipped out of the room, heart racing. You had so casually told him you loved him. He seemed giddy, but almost freaked out at the same time. He went into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. He turned on the sink, letting the water fill the cup. “Thought you were going into a food coma, Jacob.”

“Uh…”

“Is Y/N sleeping?”

“Yeah, she’s tired. I’m just grabbing her some water.”

“Why are you two bunking together? I thought she would’ve gone with Josh.” Joy spoke, leaning against the fridge. The thought of you in the same bed as Josh almost made Jake angry enough to say something.

“I don’t know, we kinda just got a lot closer after coming back from tour. We hangout all the time and stuff, she always sleeps at mine or I sleepover at hers.” He shrugged, not giving a good enough answer for Joy. “We used to sleep in the same bed when we were kids, too, Joy. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Alright,” she put her hands up in defense. “I’ll leave it alone.”

“That doesn’t mean anything, Joy. Jake and I are friends. Like he said, we used to sleep together all the time when we were kids. No harm, no foul.”

“There is harm, you fucking dumbass. You’re gonna get hurt.”

“No, I’m not, Joy. It’s fucking Jake.”

“That’s exactly why you’re going to get hurt.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing your phone and taking your coffee into your bedroom. You didn’t have time for her melodramatic bullshit. Jake wasn’t going to hurt you. He didn’t have a single bone in his body that could ever hurt someone. He was too sweet, too kind even for his own good most of the time.

Jake knew you better than you knew yourself. In all of the years that you’ve known Jake, never once has he intentionally hurt another human being. Every girlfriend he cycled through was either a mutual break up, or she broke his heart. She couldn’t speak to what happened with Jake over the extent of their tour. Maybe he had had some break ups that weren’t too good on his part, or even a fling that ended badly.

It made you begin to overthink. Maybe your relationship with Jake wasn’t the best idea. But then again, when did you ever do anything for anyone else’s benefit? Part of you mostly did it to satisfy the sexual need you had, but another part of you did it simply just to be close to Jake again. Not to be greedy in the way that you wanted to absorb whatever celebrity he had, but to be close to them and relearn the people they became because of their time apart.

Josh was the only one who really kept in contact with you after their tour had started. He’d text you every couple days or so, mentioning where they were and would always send some photos to you. Some of them would just be of the other boys, some would just be the skyline of the mountain range they were able to hike with a day or two off. No matter the situation, Josh always made sure to check in.

You paid no mind to the thoughts that attempted to creep in, focusing on maintaining civility between you and Joy. You felt slightly terrible for acting out, leaving the conversation simply because you didn’t like what she was implying. It lit a fury inside of you that only Jake or a cold shower could seem to contain.

When Jake came to bed later that night, he barely spoke two words to you. He mumbled that he was tired, throwing his pants and his shirt off before climbing into bed. You wanted to soothe the mood he was in, usually it was solved by your mouth. For whatever reason, this time you didn’t even touch Jake.

You tried to, attempting to soothe his frustration with a hand lazily running over his back, feeling his smooth skin underneath your fingertips. Jake’s voice was firm in protest, “Not tonight.”

“Sorry.” You turned over, facing the opposite direction. A part of your heart fractured in your chest, mostly due to a misunderstanding. Jake was the most cuddly person you knew, never being one to turn down back scratches. You let it be, though, not wanting to cause any more frustration for him.

The next day went pretty much the same way.

Jake woke up before you did, leaving you to wake up in your bed all alone. You went to feel for him and noticed the absence of a body next to you. The sadness you felt sort of sucker punched you. You had no idea why. The routine, perhaps, of always waking up next to Jake was interrupted. Maybe that was the reason why it stung so bad.

You didn’t find him in the kitchen either. Living room was empty. Even the dock outside was bare of humans. Nobody was around. You figured everybody was either sleeping or in the basement, making songs for the new album. You went back upstairs, throwing on your bikini and a pair of shorts over them.

The water wasn’t as warm as you had hoped it would be. It stung slightly, the harsh cool feeling of the water clashing with the warmth of your skin. You swam as much as you possibly could. Floating a little bit off the dock, Mackenzi called out to you. “What’re you doing?”

“Swimming, fuck’s it look like?” You laughed, wading the water.

“Well, come here for a second!” You swam back to the dock, pulling yourself up. “I wanted to know what you wanted for dinner. We’ve got a lot of pasta options, there’s a vegan lasagna recipe I know Sam and Joy wanted to try out.”

“That sounds good. I can make some vegan pumpkin cookies for a dessert.”

“Awesome, wanna come inside and get dressed? I’m going to the store if you wanna come with me.” You nodded, getting up from sitting on the dock.

The drive to the nearest store with Mackenzi was always fun, her taste in music was eclectic. You were always bound to find a new favorite in each car ride. While in the store, you two parted ways. You found your ingredients, she found hers. The ride back was just as fast as the ride there. You jammed out to old 2000’s music, everything from Katy Perry to Nelly was playing.

The two of you in the kitchen together looked a lot like the twins did on stage. The two of you were in sync. Sam had come up from the basement, sitting at the bar next to Daniel. You and Kenz entertained them, telling old stories of past drunken adventures. You shared a lot about college, the friends you made and even some failed attempts at dating.

Jake wasn’t anywhere to be found still. Sam and Danny, hungry as they were, grabbed an extra plate of food to bring downstairs. You imagined it was for Jake, since Josh had come in from outside. He ate at the bar, smiling as he complimented yours and Kenzi’s cooking. “Phenomenal, really. These cookies are amazing, Y/N.”

“Thanks, they’re vegan. I made them so Sam and Joy could enjoy something sweet too.” You grabbed a plate, putting a couple on there. “I’m gonna go bring these to the boys downstairs for working so hard. I’ll be right back.”

You walked down as slowly as you did the days before, slightly tiptoeing down the stairs. You sat next to Sam, putting the plate in front of him. “Want one? They’re vegan pumpkin and chocolate chip cookies.”

“Fuck yeah I do. Thank you.” He grabbed the plate from you, setting them down in his lap. “Don’t worry, I’ll save some for Danny and Jake.”

You walked over to where Jake was in the corner, tapping him lightly on the shoulder. A shiver of nervousness ripped through you. He turned around, he looked slightly irritated. “I just wanted to say that I made some cookies if you want some.”

“Okay, thanks.” He turned back around. Your mouth slipped into a slight frown, confused as to why he didn’t go and get one. “Did I do something wrong? You seem mad or something, and it feels like you’re ignoring me for some reason.”

“I’m just trying to get these songs finished, Y/N, we have a fucking deadline to meet. I’m not ignoring you by accident.” His voice was curt, short and absolutely laced with anger. Your chest began to glow a bright red. Jake noticed it, Sam noticed, and Danny did too. Thankfully Josh and the girls weren’t in the room to even notice it.

Your emotions changed within a second. Anxiety and sorrow soon became anger. Your mouth contorted into an angry smirk, cheek becoming home for your tongue for a quick second. You huffed out slightly, shaking your head. “You know what? Fuck you, Jake.” You tried to storm off, the pooling feeling of anger mixed with sadness formed a growing lump in your throat. Your efforts were stopped by his hand wrapping around your bicep. You turned around to look at him. “Let go of me.”

“You didn’t let me finish what I was saying.” His hand moved down to yours, trying to keep you there.

“I don’t want you to, Jacob.” His eyes become glossy, but you barely even notice it through the red hue of your anger. “All you’ve done the past two days is what? Ignore me? Make me feel like absolute dog shit for wanting affection? I don’t want to hear a single thing you have to say.”

Your hand slipped out of his, storming back upstairs. Jake could vaguely hear a door slam, assuming that would be the one to your guys bedroom. He could only imagine how furious you were, tears possibly spilling down your face.

You grabbed all of your shit, throwing it messily into your duffel bag. You knocked gently on the door, a sniffle greeting him as he opened the door. Josh’s curls were more messy than they were at dinner. “Can I stay with you until we leave?”

“Of course, c’mere.” He opened his arms to you, finding solace within them. He squeezed you as tightly as he could, rubbing a hand across your back. “Do you wanna talk about it, sweets, or no?”

“Not right now.” Your voice was weak, emotions coursing through you like rapid fire. The brim of Josh’s shirt became wet with tears, no sobs leaving your throat. Tears simply just fell. You could barely smell anything, but the fact that Josh smelled like whiskey made you feel safe, feel comfortable.

“Alright, let’s lay down. C’mon, Y/N.” He pulled you over to his bed, sitting you down before pulling some of the pajamas out of your bag. “You wanna wear one of Jake’s shirts?”

You shook your head no, pulling one of your old college sweatshirts out of your bag. You threw it on, taking off your shorts before finding a pair of spandex you could slip into. He assisted you in crawling into his bed, following behind you. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his waist, tears slightly subsiding. He kissed your forehead, “It’ll be okay, Y/N. Just go to sleep, we’ll deal with this in the morning.”

The ride home was going to be awkward as hell now, wasn’t it?

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The 100 6x06 analysis: A night-without-blood, only tears

Loved this episode. We got a glimpse of the old Bellamy, albeit small, but he was there. The pacing was better. We finally got to meet Sheidheda. And, I called it in my predictions post last week, Clarke Griffin’s coming back.

Is it weird to watch this show knowing Bob and Eliza are married? Not for me, I separate the characters from the actors easily. Just once again, I’m thrilled they found their happily ever after. Please check out the wedding gift donation.

Madi crossing to the dark side

Obviously, this is the worse to come out of the whole body-snatching ordeal. Josephine couldn’t care less about her new daughter. Although Gaia is Madi’s teacher, she’s still her subordinate. Without any guidance, sweet little Heda falls straight into the exploiting claws of her evil predecessor.

I didn’t think this would rise so soon, but I fear we might have a new Bloodreina on our hands. The Sanctumites killed Madi’s mother, she will retaliate with full force and who could blame her. If you took mine for self-serving reasons, I’ll want vengeance too.

Somehow, I still think those machines strapped to her head is Josephine’s handiwork, wanting something from the flame. Or maybe it’s a way to pull Madi back from the dark hole she’s fallen into.

Either way, it looks like she’s becoming a villainous character who wants revenge and I hope she succeeds. Russel may have goodness inside, yet he still murdered an innocent person to bring his daughter back. Ryker, on the other hand, is a quizzical one.

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We all knew he would take that deal but, as expected, terms and conditions apply. Clarke’s dead, there’s nothing they can do about it. Teaming up with Josie means they get the Sanctumites’ help with survival and he earns eternal life.

It makes sense for him, Clarke wasn’t his favorite person and what’s done is done. Obviously, he knows convincing Bellamy will be a lot harder.

That was all of our reactions. And then he goes and spoils it all by saying some stupid like it’s what Monty would have wanted. Oomf the trump card. No violence, no eye-for-an-eye, just look forward and do better. Oh, and it’s what Clarke would have wanted too.

In some twisted way, he’s right. His way saves everyone else including Bellamy and the planet or moon or whatever. Both Murphy and Josephine’s manipulation this episode is vulgar yet brilliant. Richard and Eliza, you killed it.

Meanwhile, in the woods, the badass trio is being summoned

May I just highlight this line: “Forty vestil virgins and a side dish of none of your damn business.” Man, I love Diyoza too bits. And Xavier. And Octavia. And I hope Marie gets that Emmy nomination because she deserves the hell out of it.

So, Diyoza learns about Gabriel’s rebellion but refuses to join in order to save her daughter’s life. She’s not your conventional mother hen but the way she looks out for Octavia and her child is a clear depiction of her ability to care.

How did Xavier know Diyoza is expecting a girl???

There are tons of rumors that Xavier is Gabriel. I don’t think he is. Or rather, I hope he’s not. I want Gabriel to be an anomaly as much as he “lives” in one. Perhaps he can only exist inside it because of his age? But he’s calling them for a reason and I bet that reason is “death to primes” and Clarke’s resurrection.

I’m still sticking to my time travel theory of Diyoza meeting Hope and Octavia facing off with Bloodreina. I’d love to see what Xavier’s battles might be. Also, I’m pretty sure these three’s journey is the conclusion to all of their problems and the Blakes’ reconciliation. The villains of earth become the heroes of Sanctum was foreshadowing, I'm certain.

Abby, wtf is wrong with you?

How on earth does she not see through the inconsistencies in her daughter’s behavior? Echo figures it out before she does for heaven's sake. And after everything they’ve done in the past, she decides it’s alright to resurrect the man she loves at the cost of someone else.

Will she resort back to drugs after this too? Clearly, she can’t deal with the thing’s she’s done. Turning Jake in. Becca’s lab. The dark year. And now she’s doing it again. All because her daughter tends to think it’s okay and doesn’t want to lose her. Open your damn eyes, Clarke would never ask you to do something that selfish.

Raven and Ryker

Can someone please shut Raven up. Her self-righteous attitude this season is sickening. She did bad things too. Asking Clarke to kill Lexa. Sacrificing Murphy so Finn could live. Refusing to give Abby medicine for radiation poisoning. Has she forgotten? But worst of all, she left the hard decisions up to Bellamy and Clarke and now she’s mad because they made them.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the piece of her mind she gave Ryker. But the condescending way in which it’s done is annoying. He clearly needs to hear it and she touched where it hurts. Is it wrong to like him and hope he survives? Out of all the primes, it seems like he and Gabriel are the only ones with a conscience. Russel’s is debatable.

They are not gods. What makes them so special? Knowledge? Intellect? Wisdom? And creating a realm of worship so people would sacrifice themselves for you is revolting and everything but divine or remarkable.

Yes, Echo gets a narrative!

The woman is smart, dangerous and loyal. So far, she’s been nothing but Bellamy’s girlfriend and subject, so I’m glad she finally got a storyline of her own. I’m sure the mercy kill of the guard was used purely to show her compassion, which her boyfriend questioned a few episodes ago. Many people still do not like her.

Being an amazing spy, she extorts Jade for information and figures out that Clarke’s gone. Her natural inclination is to attack which Bellamy, to my surprise, shoots down. That look in her eye suggests she’s not done though. She’ll probably save Jade’s life in exchange for being a double agent. Which could be a great asset to our heroes.

Tasya Teles said that her favorite dynamic of the show is yet to come and that Echo is bisexual. I can see the two of them partnering up and that’s a team I both route for and ship. They’re equals, they have similar backgrounds, they’re caring in a complex way. Why not be those things for each other?

In the end, it all boils down to Bellamy and Clarke

Bellamy’s tears, tears, and more tears this episode was heartbreaking. Don’t hate me, it wasn’t as convincing as, “We can’t lose Clarke, we can’t lose her!” or “I left her to die and we all die anyway!” though. Why is his mourning stressed this way? Maybe because he lost someone he loves like Russel suggested.

Acting out of anger, he tried to choke Russel for killing her and I imagine the following stopped him: “You have such a big heart Bellamy... but to make sure we survive, you have to use this too.” Especially because he later states that we survive, it’s what Clarke would have wanted.

Tears welled in my eyes when he told Madi. And that hug gave me painful father-daughter feels. At least he’ll try to keep his promise to Clarke and take care of her. Bellamy, you better, that girl is taking a wrong turn. Even if I agree with her cause, following a venomous lead will land her in scorching hot water.

I really would have loved to see Miller, Jackson and Jordan's grief too. And it looked like Spacekru didn't care much after she saved their lives countless times. That scene was underwhelming, truly.

Now, as I predicted, Clarke appears in Josephine’s dreams when she finally sleeps. Which images haunt her? Roan, Abby, Madi, Lexa, Bellamy. I saw tweets of other’s but those were clear to me. Accompanied by Abby, Bellamy and her own words to Lexa. The most important people in her life, right?

I knew this would happen, something obviously went wrong with the insertion or Clarke is just a fighter. I don’t think it has anything to do with synthetic nightblood. Josephine, honey, you’re in for the wildest and scariest rollercoaster ride of your life. Clarke Griffin is a force to be reckoned with and she won’t stop until her prison break is successful.

I cannot imagine the experience of living in your own mind to be pleasant. Especially not while fighting Josephine Lightbourne for power. Poor, poor, Clarke.

Bellamy was the first to notice Josephine isn’t Clarke and I’m sure he’s gonna realize that she still exists too. The devil will let something slip or act weird and he’ll pick up on it. Either that or Jade informs Echo. Once he solves that puzzle, he will stop at nothing until she returns to him. But Bellamy, please keep your eye on Madi throughout, do not follow in Abby’s footsteps.

Will Clarke’s dreams hold a confession of feelings? Will Bellamy confess to Josephine? Will there be any sort of confession?

Last week someone called my Becho theories typical. Fine, I may be biased but I only write what I see on my screen and if you disagree, I’d love to know why.

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