#sylvester stallone x reader

[issdisgrace]

Can’t express enough how in love I am with 80s/90s Sylvester Stallone

[huunni]

wedding night with the italian stallion !

who dis? rocky balboa x black/latina!fem!reader

huunni drops > i rediscovered my love for the rocky series since my brother watched them all the time and now im really really attracted to sylvester stallone 🤭 like down bad girl. also im ovulating so lmk if yall want a smut vers of this cuz im DOWN.

rocky's breath was shaking, along with his hands and every other part of his body. usually when he felt like this, he'd be in the heat of a fight. his eyes dart from place to place, making it hard for him to focus on the lights blaring in his face or how he should place his feet.

feels a lot like that now, in his childhood church with you by his side. his eyes are darting from your face to your dress. and he sure enough wasn't focusing on the large industrial lights suspended from the ceiling, his feet weight shifting from foot to foot. after the priest announces you two man and wife, rocky turns to you, hesitantly lifting your viel.

"do i just--? okay." his hands shake and he sighs, finally seeing your face. your eyes meet, and the first day you two met flashes into your mind. how stupidly loud rocky bounded around the pet shop, like a kid in a candy store. picking two turtles, a bowl, some marbles for the bottom, food and a mountain for decoration. he got rid of the mountain, though. turtles kept falling off of it and what not.

you meet his lips with a small peck. its simple, like it always is. when you re-open your eyes, rocky's eyes are still closed, but hes smiling. he opens his eyes too, and his smile goes from a small half-one to a full grown smile, teeth and all.

rocky carried you all the way home, in through the door, a laid you on the bed. his eyes were so soft, so adoring of you. his wife. his woman. he leans down over you, pressing his weight to you until you can almost feel his heart ready to thump out of his chest. the brunette closes his eyes and connects your lips. this isn't your little peck, though. it's a full on makeout, and it makes you feel like fireworks are going off around your head.

you wrap your arms around his head, pulling him up into the bed more, and he complies with you. he's whispering little "i love you"s as he kisses your brown skin. chin, your neck, and down to the cleavage of your wedding dress, and then slips his hands to unclasp it.

[shhuuga]

coming out of the woodworks after the most random almost two month hiatus to ask if yall even want more stuff from me ? like i wanna start writing on here and @huunni again bht i wanna know yall want that. Oh and if so lmk what it is yall wanna see bc ive recently gotten obsessed with new shit like rocky (sylvester stallone in general tbh), mk1, one chicago etc. Anyways love yall!!

[sonicscrewdriverstantz]

Reckless Hearts

Word Count: ~650

Summary: You take control over the arrogant John Spartan, teasing him and putting him in his place.

Pairing: John Spartan x reader

Warnings: lots of sexually suggestive humor and teasing, sub!john spartan, touch starved!john spartan, dom!reader

A/N: I'm fully aware that this is cheesy. I was trying to lean into it because the film is cheesy.

Spartan and Y/N stood in the alley, dark and dingy, water soaking the concrete from the overcast sky above.

'Kissing's not allowed? Damn, I was a good kisser.'

Spartan's gaze drifted down to Y/N, a trademark smirk playing at his lips, mischief gleaming in his eyes as he resumed his position of confidence in the flirting scene, not at all rusty, even after so long.

Y/N smiled gently, her eyes flitting between his eyes and mouth, before checking the alleyway for other human presences, paranoia of being caught and imprisoned from her social conditioning creeping in beneath her usual confidence.

Unlike others in her society, Y/N reveled in chaos and breaking her society's greatest taboo was too great an opportunity to pass up, especially with Spartan, who was the epitome of the 20th century's disorder and vulgarity and utter recklessness, standing heavy in front of her. Spartan''s blown pupils staring down at her, his tongue darting out to wet his mouth in anticipation.

He wanted her.

And who was she to deny him that opportunity? Thirty-six years in ice and he was touch-starved.

Amusement danced in her eyes, as she meets Spartan's gaze through siren-like eyes.

'D'you like breaking the rules, Spartan?'

Sensing her reciprocation, he adeptly ducked his head down to kiss her, except Y/N spun out the way, dodging his movements, a devilish smile leaking onto her face.

This was a game.

And he was losing due to his desperate demeanor.

He tried again, this time, his arms caging her against the wall. But as he leaned in, Y/N pulled the hair at the base of his neck, hard.

Spartan whines, his torment evident on his face.

Emasculated by his submission, caught in primitive 20th century ideas of gender and sex, his cheeks turn tomato red, and he stumbles back, embarrassment running wild.

Their positions had changed drastically now: Spartan once so cocky and arrogant now is all blush and defensive body posturing.

'Is my Spartan embarrassed?' She says in a patronizing but affectionate tone, enjoying the game far too much, 'It's completely normal for stereotypical gender roles between men and women to be reversed in the present, don't be ashamed, if anything, I'm flattered that as inexperienced as I am, have been able to make you feel something'

'Feel something?' He asks rhetorically and in disbelief, scoffing half-halfheartedly, 'Yeah, you definitely made me fucking feel something', he says under his breath, a secret admission that Y/N nearly missed, almost too quiet to hear.

Resigned to his fate, and looking downtrodden, Y/N decided she'd taken enough of his pride and couldn't deny the spark she felt and the urge to grab hold of him.

'Good. Because I've been feeling something too Spartan.'

Spartan could've gave himself whiplash with how quickly he looked up to meet Y/N's gaze.

Y/N nods, her left-hand tracing the contours of his jaw with feather-light, barely-there touches, and her right-hand tracing over his biceps before squeezing, making Spartan lean into her with how needy he was, his eyes slowly drifting shut.

'You said you were a good kisser, I wanna see if you're all bark and no bite' Y/N whispers, her voice low and sultry.

Spartan's heart races as Y/N's words rush over him, a thrill coursing through his veins. Without hesitation, he closes the distance between them, capturing her lips in a heated kiss.

Their embrace is electric, a clash of wills and desires that sets the alley ablaze with passion. Y/N takes control, her hands roaming freely over John's body as she teases him with her touch.

John responds eagerly, surrendering himself to the intoxicating whirlwind of sensation. In this moment, there are no rules, no boundaries, no domineering society, only the raw, unbridled heat.

As they finally pull apart, breathless and exhilarated, John can't help but grin.

'I always did like a rebel.' he admitted, eyes sparkling.

[ayyyy-le-simp]

I was having a lovely conversation with my mom today at the dinner table while eating tacos. We were talking about fictional and celebrity hunks. She listed Chris Evans, Thor and Chris Pratt. I listed Harrison Ford/ Han Solo and Bucky Barnes.

“Who else do you find as a hunk?” My beloved mami (mom for Spanish, yes I still call her mami, let me act like a kid around her 🙄) asked.

I snapped my fingers and pointed to nothing but air “Hunter from The Bad Batch.”

My amazing Mami looked at me and said “That’s a cartoon character” She gave me a look and said “that’s…weird.”

I then showed her a picture of Hunter (even though she has seen him before). She then said “He looks like Rambo.”

My somewhat uncultured ass looked up Rambo.

Oh my gosh

Oh my gosh

Holy smokes-

MY MOTHER, MY AMAZING MAMI, WAS NOT LYING

Conversation with a friend of mine after looking up Rambo

RAMBO IS LITERALLY HUNTER BUT FROM THE 80S WITH A PEW PEW AND SWEATY ASS ABS AND SHOULDERS ANS BICEPS

Hunter, baby, honey, sweetheart, cream to my coffee, amor, mi corazón, please, take off your shirt and be Space Rambo. I’ll be your little housewife. I cook, clean, and I’m great with kids. Call me at 1-800-NEED-A-MAN

[bullet-prooflove]

Every Single Inch: Dwight Manfredi x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @skellyagogo @sca3a @kenbechillin @mandy426

Companion piece to:

Poker Face - Dwight's night takes a turn when he meets you for the first time at a poker game.

Dior - Dwight wakes up to the scent of Dior and lipstick on his chest.

Gunpowder & Roses - Dwight's enemies make a mistake when they come after you.

Hell of A Message - You send a message to your ex Bill.

The Cowboy At Your Door - Your ex Bill shows up in response to your message.

Stay Tonight - Dwight and you have your first sleepover.

You wake up to the sensation of Dwight’s lips gracing your skin, the stubble of his cheeks scratching across the curve of your throat as he cradles you close. You can feel his molten hot length tucked into the curve of your ass through the silk of his pyjama bottoms.

“Is that for me?” You smile, your hand reaching behind you and threading through his hair.

“Oh honey, all of me is just for you.” He rumbles into your ear, his large palms gripping your hips as he grinds slowly against you.

You like that more than you care to admit, having this man want you like this. It’s not the physicality of his actions but the words.

All of me…

Noone has ever given themselves to you like that. Bill had tried but the power dynamic between the two of you was always imbalanced. You were always forced to defer to him because of his position in the family and that played out in the bedroom because Bill needed to lose control and you so badly craved it. It’s a pattern the two of you can’t seem to break out of even though you’ve been divorced for over five years.

With Dwight everything is different. He’s the first man to actually see you underneath the mask you wear, to understand that you’re a person and not just your reputation.

His kisses become more insistent as he guides you onto your back, his firm body covering yours. His teeth graze that naughty little spot just underneath your ear and you arch against him, his hips lining up with yours.

“Now I know you like to be in charge.” He murmurs, his palms slipping under the elastic of your shorts and cupping your ass. “But we’re going to play a little game called just the tip, we’re going to see if I can get you off just like that.”

“Dwight…” You murmur and he cups your jaw with his large hand, his mouth covering yours as his fingers guide your soaked shorts down your thighs.

“I could die like this.” He mumbles as his cock brushes over your slickness, coating the head with your essence. “Between your legs, hearing you say my name just like that.”

He rubs his dick over your clit, tiny strokes that have you in dire straits as his length parts your lips. Your pleasure comes in waves, each one dragging you under like a riptide until you can’t breathe, can’t think, all you can do is focus on the euphoria. He reaches down between the two of you, guiding his cock to just the right place, notching it at your entrance. Your fingertips dig into his back as his hand squeezes your hip.

“Remember baby, just the tip.” He smiles wickedly against your mouth as he breeches you.

You cry out at the sensation, your walls clenching him and the air rushes out of his lungs because you’re always just the perfect fit for him. He withdraws before pushing in again, just the tip and nothing more and you start to move, trying to take him deeper. He tuts as he guides your gaze back to his, his eyes locked on yours.

“I thought we agreed just the tip.” He teases, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek.

“I need more…” You whimper, looking into his eyes and you both know you’re not just talking about his dick.

“I meant what I said.” He murmurs, his mouth sealing over yours as he buries himself inside you all the way to the hilt. Your breath hitches and you tighten around him, your synapses erupting with ecstasy as he starts to thrust. “You can have me, every single inch.”

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[lemonsprite]

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 || 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞

Summary: you’re always there to pull him from his thoughts Word Count: 432 Warnings: mentions of war and fighting also NOT BETA READ (someone please be my beta reader lol) A/N: Jojo stop posting fics from obscure/dead fandoms challenge impossible edition also idk why I’ve been posting so many x readers lately but Ty all for eating them up!! Mwah!! Xoxo

John stared at the wall of your shared living room. He sat eerily still on your couch, slumped slightly as his gaze bore a hole into your shag carpet. Hell you’re pretty sure you haven’t seen him blink for the past five minutes.

You’d seen this look with John before. He was stuck in his own head, reliving moments from years ago. Mind lost in the jungles of Vietnam, hiding, killing, and surviving on what little he had while his body remained un-moving in front of your entertainment console.

“John…” you hummed quietly to make your presence known. Gently- as to not spook him like some wild animal- you wrapped your arms loosely around his neck and pressed your face against the crook where johns neck met his collarbone.

He flinched involuntarily, mind snapping back to reality as he registered your body against his.

In an instant, John relaxed, melting into your touch. He leaned back every so slightly to get more of your bare skin pressed against his, savoring the touch.

“What are you thinking about?” You murmured into his ear, already knowing the answer as you pressed a gentle kiss to his stubble covered jaw, one of your free hands coming up to gently trace his cheekbone, attempting to calm and reassure him.

John let out a slow exhale, his chest rising and falling with the deep breath. He took a moment to appreciate your touch, a brief piece of tranquility that came to him rarely in civilian life.

“…’Nam…” answered John, his voice a low rumble that resonated in his chest.

Johns words pulled at your heart, a frown threatening to form on your lips as you turned around to fully face him, intent on getting him out of his own head.

“How about we think about something else hm?” You asked quietly. “Like how much I care for you?”

John let out a small amused huff. There was a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth like he was trying to suppress a smile.

“You’re always tryin’ to distract me.” He noted, leaning closer to you.

“Is it working?”

Johns eyes flickered down to where you sat in front of him.

“You know it is.” He grumbled, tone begrudging but not unkind. He shifted slightly where he sat, attempting to pull you into his lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Good.” You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek and curling up in his embrace, enjoying your partners close proximity.

‘Mission: successful.’ You hummed to yourself, content to stay where you were forever.

[rambosgirl]

Sheriff's Daughter Pt.2

If you haven't read part 1, it's right here

Chapter 3 here

The pair had been walking for some time, eventually making it to the main road that lead into town, talking and learning about each other as they went.

Rambo learned that you lived with your parents in the town they were walking to, called Hope, and you frequently visited the less fortunate where they just were. He thought that was sweet.

You learned that the man beside you wasn't the most talkative person, but he did tell you a bit about himself when you asked. His name was John, John Rambo, a war veteran from Vietnam. He was here to try and meet up with a fellow soldier, Delmar he said, but it turned out he had passed away from cancer.

You had already known that from helping his wife, you just didn't know he was so close to him.

"I'm so sorry to hear that John." Your heart sank for him.

"Thank you, I just don't know where to go next."

"You can stay in Hope, I can help you," you started, "If I told my father about you I'm sure he'd help you too." You spoke enthusiastically, something John thought to be cute, but more realistically, it was probably just wishful thinking.

"Your enthusiasm is...refreshing," he started, "but not everyone is as kind as you are."

The two of you continued walking in silence for a while. It wasn't awkward like one would think. It was actually quite peaceful. You were able to walk in the company of one another while taking in the late autumn beauty that surrounded you, the occasional car passing you by. After more time had passed, you broke the silence.

"Hey John?"

"Yeah," came his reply.

"I have to turn soon to get home, kind of a back way into the neighborhood..." you paused, "I have to take care of my horse, but I'm going into town after, so maybe I'll see you there?" The truth was, you really wanted to see him again, you just didn't want to say it out loud.

John seemed to like that idea, or so you thought. He was a little harder to read to you, so you weren't sure.

The truth for him was, he really did like that idea, and he was about to bring it up. He didn't normally like spending time with others, but you? You made it easy.

"Yeah, I'll probably be getting some food if I can."

You assumed that was his way of inviting you to join him.

"That's a good thing you're hungry, I know the perfect place. I'll try to be quick so you don't get too bored," you said, giving him a bright smile.

"The perfect place, huh?" A small chuckle escaped him. "Yeah, I can do that."

You slowed your pace, eventually stopping so you could make your turn. You pointed ahead of you.

"See the bend in the road? Just beyond that is Hope. Just turn right. I'll meet you in front of the police station on the main road and then we can go eat together."

"Got it," he said, looking over at that bridge. He turned to look at you. "Thank you."

"It's my pleasure." You looked at him a moment longer before continuing. "I'll see you in a bit."

He nodded but kept his eyes on the road for a bit to make sure you were safe starting down your path before continuing on his own.

You got home fairly quick, not wanting John to wait too long without you. As you passed the pasture in your backyard, you saw your buckskin gelding, Bullet, happily munching on the rest of his breakfast alfalfa.

"Did dad feed you this morning?" you asked him. He just kept eating in response.

When you walked into the house, you noticed your father had already left for work. You wanted to do something nice for him for feeding Bullet, so you went outside to your small fruit trees and grabbed the fruit to bring to the police station. You quickly changed into a warmer outfit, since it was getting colder than you thought and you wanted to take Bullet into town.

'If I take Bullet, I can get to the police station faster and meet John,' you thought as you made your way out of the house and headed to your small barn to grab your steed.

You and Bullet made it to the main street, the police station in sight. You tied his lead rope to a post nearby and walked in with the fruit basket, automatically hearing a chorus of greetings from the officers there. You knew all of them from visiting so often for your dad, and often some would flirt with you. You tried to ignore it most of the time since to you, the only genuinely nice officer was Mitch, a younger redhead deputy.

"Hey, where's my dad?" you asked a group of officers.

"He went out in his car a while ago. Should be back soon," Mitch said walking closer to you. You offered him a small smile before opening your mouth to respond.

"Oh alright. I'll just -- "

"What have you got there little lady?" You turned to see Arthur Galt there, trying to see in your basket.

"It's just fruit, Arthur", you started, looking at him sternly. "and it's for my dad."

You were starting to stress out a bit. John was probably out there waiting for you while you were inside. You had to hurry this up.

"Well, Dad could be a while so I'll just leave these here for him. And don't eat all of them before he gets here please?" You asked, looking at Arthur and Mitch before beginning your journey toward the front doors.

It turned out you didn't have to wait for your dad much longer, as you saw him walking up from outside. The only problem was that John was with him. In handcuffs.

@akitasblogs @dumbasssimp Here it is! So sorry this took so long for part 2! My motivation is back so hopefully it stays long enough for me to get another part out

[morgandr]

Imagine:

Kissing your husband, Stallone goodbye as he heads off to work.

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(NOT MY GIF!)

(Sylvester Stallone X Reader)

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(TAGS)

[b4b3tte]

Thank you for answering my question earlier! I was wonder if I could get some headcanons for Dwight Manfredi from Tulsa King? And thank you😊

TULSA KING

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Some Head Canons of dating Dwight Manfredi!

Contains of — Physical touches, Dates, Love languages, Romantic atmosphere, etc. ♡

My note — Hii!! Tysm for this request, very much appreciated! Honestly I didn’t know what type of relationship you wanted with Dwight like lovers or friends so I picked lovers but if that isn’t what you wanted then please let me know I’ll be happy to change it! Otherwise thank you for requesting and reading!!⭐️

— Dwight can be sorta complicated, being in prison for over 20 years has definitely left him touch starved but he will always stick to his Old-School manners.

— Which leaves you like “ should I touch him or no “ but you notice that behind close doors he will insist physical contact, while in public he’ll tone it done a lot by just a kiss on your forehead and his hand on your waist once in awhile!

- it gets obvious that his love language is Touch & quality time together, As much as he loves holding you while you are on his chest, he also adores just being in a room together and reading without a word being said

- But again he loves having you hold his hand or show him any sign of physical affection although he won’t verbally admit it. Speaking of that, he can be stubborn and won’t admit when he likes certain things at least affection wise

- For a second let’s retract to the first head canon, His “ Old School Ways “ dating someone in their seventies is completely different than dating someone in their twenties, not that you mind but let’s look at those differences

- He is an absolute courteous man ( gentleman ) and will always pay attention to your needs and wants. He loves to be a man of his word so whatever he tells you or promises you, he will do it without a doubt

- He believes that you deserve the highest of treatment, He will always pull out your chair and push it back in when you’ve sat down, Open all the car doors and doors to places for you, Pay for almost every meal, give you massages whenever you are stressed or tired, Make you coffee or tea when you wake up and whatever else you can think of!

- damn he is setting the bar high for me 💀 anyways😓

- For date nights it will always be incredibly romantic and seem like something straight out of a romance novel. The most regular and common one you guys would have is a Fancy Candle Lit dinner at a high end restaurant with top notch service and food that always manages to amaze you

- Another one will be a lovely night at a small cozy book store somewhere near downtown it can just be you two reading for hours while drinking caffè latte or latte macchiatto with tunes of piano in the background

- Lastly it can be around the afternoon maybe sunset, you guys will have a picnic at a beach or park and have a couple of books with you, eat while reading , maybe talk about the plot/authors and after take a stroll on the beach or park after the lunch and just talk for hours until night

- he adores spending large amounts of money on you, he understands money might not be everything for you or isn’t as special as quality moments but he still wants you to have nice things wether it’s jewelry or the newest skincare products you know?

- Whatever you add to your shopping car, whatever you stare at longer than 5 seconds, Whatever you talk about, he will manage a way to buy it, he believes giving you whatever you want has no price and he sometimes takes it quite literally

- One time you were upset your favorite artists album sold out quickly and Dwight being Dwight he found a way to get one, one with a personal signature of the artist he says no harm done but that’s obviously a lie.

- Another time you were eyeing a new food item on your phone that looked delicious, you never spoke about it but Dwight being observant and sometimes not intentionally, he picked up on it, figured which restaurant had it, picked it up and surprised you with the meal!

- when you were ranting about your friends new Vivienne Westwood necklace he quickly searched up where and when he can get it as soon as possible and it didn’t take long for you to receive a fancy package outside your door

- He loves seeing your reactions to romantic dates or expensive gifts he randomly gives you or even the random acts of service he does for you but nothing beats it better then your smile in the morning when he asks you how did you sleep 🤍

Hii!! Thank you so much for reading and liking this I truly appreciate it!! Stay disciplined and be consistent do the hard work especially when you don't feel like it, love you🫶🤍

[imnobodyposts]

~John Rambo Headcanons~

[Pt.2]

A/N: Since there isn’t much fanfic out here, I’m gonna post something just cause... it’s fun!! Here are some random headcanons I thought of and what I personally think how John feels. So if anything seems inaccurate and contradictory to his character, *shrugs* can’t help ya there. Anyways enjoy, whoever reads it ☺~! 

Contains: Fluff, Mentions of ptsd breakdowns, all is SFW.

So where to begin? Let’s start with the fact John is very hands on with the domestic things in life; like helping around the house, cleaning top-to-bottom, fixing things and whatever it is that needs to be done.

It’s obvious he’s handy due to his experience in the military, so if something needs fixing, he’s there in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.

Sometimes at the crack of dawn, you wake up to his empty side of the bed, only to hear him hammering away on your roof. (Good thing, the nearest neighbor lives more than a block away.)

While John is considered to be quite the busy bee, every busy bee needs to cool down their motor sometime.

John has a handful of hobbies, I’m sure, and reading is one of them.

John may not look like the type to read, but he actually reads all the time. I honestly see him being a huge fan of old wild west novels.

And if he really liked a certain book in particular, he’d offer to let you borrow it (as it’s a personally owned book), or maybe even read it to you if you wanted him to. Keep in mind, you’re the only person he’d read to or let borrow things from him.

You’re also the only person he’d ever allow to play with his hair. Yes! He loves it when you play with his hair. He never admits it, but honestly, does he really have to?

The first time you played with his hair, he was rather surprised, jumpy even. Not on purpose nor was it his fault (or yours) you startled him.

The only time anyone had ever touched his hair, meant to purposefully harm him. (If you’ve seen the movies, you’ll know what I mean.)

At the very least, John questioned what was happening with his eyes.

Since you’re you, he almost immediately softened under your touch and my god, was it relaxing. Now, if you’re lounging somewhere like in the bedroom or on the sofa, he’d rest his head on your chest, letting your fingers comb through his hair as he read his books or watched TV.

I mentioned him loving to have his hair played with. Well, that’s especially the case when there’s another breakdown from his trauma of the war or when he wakes up in cold sweats from nightmares. Almost always, do you comb through his hair when you’re cradling him in your arms until he fully calms down. You being there is enough for John, but combing his hair is enough to put him back to much needed sleep.

[beezusvreeland]

dear reader - chapter 9

summary: Miguel took the reader’s love and friendship for granted. Something he learns reading her column, when it’s too late…Or is it?

ship: miguel o'hara x f!reader // matt murdock x reader

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Chapter 9

It was a Saturday night and, to everyone’s surprise, including his own, Miguel O’Hara was at home. And alone. He couldn’t even remember the last time it happened. There always was a party, a bar somewhere, a date. And you. The closest he had to quiet Saturday nights in the past few years were your movie nights. 

You’d organize the whole thing perfectly: there was a theme for the night and the movies and snacks had to follow it accordingly. Sylvester Stallone night? Get ready to watch as many Rocky movies as you can. Molly Ringwald night? Get the tissues, you’ll pretend not to cry during Pretty in Pink and Miguel will do the same with The Breakfast Club. 

It was mostly just the two of you at his place, laying on his couch — a very comfortable one, since Miguel actually took your opinion into consideration when buying it —, talking during the movies, eventually trying your best to not let the other fall asleep. 

As he scrolled through Netflix trying to choose something to watch, Miguel thought about how much he missed those impromptu movie nights. He used to pretend to be annoyed by you quoting the lines or telling him gossip about the actors on screen, but he actually loved it. That was when you were the most comfortable, just being your most authentic self. 

Miguel hadn’t stopped to examine those memories so far. He just assumed it would always be there. That you would always be there. 

That was kind of stupid of him to think. Of course at some point you’d meet someone and your priorities would change. There were a few times in the past when he wondered why you weren’t going out and having dates. He just assumed you were picky — as you should be. But now he knows the truth.

That made him revisit the past. What your movie nights would’ve been like if Miguel knew you were in love with him? He wasn’t sure of how he would react to that without you leaving for a month and him finding out about your column. 

Your writing was another thing Miguel had never given much thought. He knew you did it for work, but didn’t care to ask about or look into. Out of everything, that was one of his biggest regrets. When he started reading your column, he realized how much writing was a part of your identity — and if he didn’t know that, did he know you at all? 

Miguel was so captivated by your work that he read all of your columns in one night, coming back to one or another every now and then. It was fascinating learning about this other side of you, the way you were bold, funny and kind, even when facing sadness. His heart was full of regret, but also some longing. Now that he knew all of that new information about you, he was curious to learn more. From you though. As much as Miguel loved the column, there was something in him that was burning his desire to hang out with you again, pay close attention to everything you say or do. It wasn’t like he was in love with you. At least, that’s what he told himself. He was just…curious.

There wasn’t an easy way to do that, though. Things were sort of weird between the two of you. After the night of the blackout, that ended with you leaving his place to meet Matt, you didn’t really talk. Unlike other times, you didn’t break the ice and restarted the communication with him. That was what he was used to. It had been a couple of weeks and you hadn’t contacted him at all.

Neither had Miguel. He kept checking his phone, waiting for a text, but didn’t take any action. Lyla wouldn’t stop telling him he should be the one to go after you, but he always found something else to do: more work, more meetings, more time at the gym, even though it was clear there was something else on his mind. 

It didn’t sit well with him the thought of you spending your Saturday night with Matt. Miguel didn’t know the guy, just enough to know he was perfect boyfriend material — Pav’s words, not his. Apparently, the man did everything: saved the poor and the innocent with his practice, was fit and very good at boxing, he was smooth as fuck (Hobie’s words) and, on top of it all, Matt Murdock was blind. How does one compete with that? 

Not that Miguel wants to compete or anything. Once again, he was just…curious. His words.

There was nothing to watch on Netflix. He searched for his guilty pleasure, instead:

Dear reader,

Please tell me if I’m crazy or not, but whenever I get to experience good things, I can’t relax. Do you ever feel this way? It’s like something bad is waiting for me right around the corner and I must be ready to handle it. I guess I’m just so used to handling tough situations, I don’t really know how to just live and enjoy the good ones. 

Being human is wild. You might spend your entire life looking for something and, when you finally find it, it isn’t what you thought or correspond to the expectations you created around it. 

I remember watching this video of a talk Tavi Gevinson from Rookie gave at an australian university. She became famous at 13 for sharing her several irreverent looks on her blog. That made her be noticed by the fashion industry and, not long after, she was sitting in the front row at incredible fashion runaways. It was something Tavi, like so many girls, dreamed of. Except, actually being at those places wasn’t as fun as she thought. She said she had more fun looking through fashion magazines in her childhood bedroom. 

That leads me to the question: is what you want the most what you actually need?

There are no wrong answers. I have no idea of what my answer would be. One can feel so many things all at once. It can be hard to act according to reason depending on the circumstances.

Take Love is Blind, for instance. Those people are confined with a bunch of strangers, competing for the same matches, without any access to the outside world. I have the feeling just taking their phones away would already make them spiral, so imagine all these restrictions at the same time. Plus all the alcohol the producers probably give them. It’s vulnerable and isolating, so no wonder the participants are telling how much they love each other on the first “date”.

Nine out of ten times, watching the couples leaving that bubble together to face real life is brutal. Nothing is what it seems. Nor are people. That you wanted the most, might not be the right fit for you. 

Yes, I know it’s just a reality show, but what does one do after realizing all that? Asking for a friend. 

Really, I’d love to know your opinions. Please write back telling me what you think.

Talk to you soon. Until then, never take advice from someone who’s falling apart.

Love, 

The writer

***

Matt Murdock was perfect. Sweet, kind and extremely hot type of perfect. He loved his neighborhood and, in turn, was loved by his neighbors. Not to mention his law firm was always on the news, bringing down the powerful to give justice to the little guy. 

All of that to say, Matt Murdock was a busy guy.

The two of you had been planning another fancy date for a few weeks. Things had been even crazier lately: the blackout caused all sorts of problems across the city, creating a high demand for lawyers. Which meant Matt had been working non stop.

His commitment with the law and making sure that people wouldn’t be taken advantage of was something you really admired about him. He cared for his clients and wanted the best for the city. So, whenever you were out with him, you had to make sure you were “on”.

On Saturday night, you and Matt had plans to order take out and listen to some podcasts — the two of you loved binging true crime ones. But it was 10pm, two hours later than the time he was supposed to be at your place. You had spent the day cleaning it, washing the sheets and towels with the type of detergent you saw at his place, since Matt was really sensitive about textures and smells, and taking care of yourself, scrubbing your body, doing a nice face mask, the whole deal.

In his defense, Matt did call you a little after 8pm letting you know he would be late. He was also very apologetic about it, which you appreciated. You tried your best not to be irritated, which made you feel guilty, as if you were a monster for wanting a little more from Matt when other people needed him. It wasn’t like you were his girlfriend or anything. That topic has never come up.

You hadn’t heard from him since, but also didn’t want to be that girl who keeps calling him when she knows he’s busy. And God, you were starving. You did eat a few chips while you waited, just enough to calm your stomach without making you lose your appetite. That had been about an hour ago.

Your phone started ringing. 

“Hey, sweetheart”, said Matt.

“Hi, Matt”, you try to use your calmest, most comprehensive voice. “How are you holding up?”

“There is still so much to do”, he sighs. “I don’t think I’ll be able to make it to your place. I’m so sorry.”

You felt like you were about to cry.

“That’s okay, Matty, I understand.”

“I was thinking that maybe you could meet me here at the office…There is a 24 hour chinese restaurant down the street, we could have dinner there and I’ll come back to work after. How does that sound?”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to interrupt your work.”

“You won’t be interrupting anything. I need a break and I miss you, it works out perfectly”, he said, with some pep in his voice.

You melted a little. Matt Murdock had the power to disarm you just like that.

“Okay, I’ll call a cab and meet you there soon.”

“Can’t wait, sweetheart.”

***

Dinner with Matt was nice and quick. Soon enough you were in another cab, this time going home. 

You had a good time. It’s always good when Matt is around, you are able to focus on spending quality time with him instead of doubting yourself and creating crazy theories in your head. Distance, in your case, didn’t make the heart grow fonder, just more insecure. And you hated it.

You hated feeling like that. Back when you were crying over Miguel, you thought that experiencing reciprocal love would fix everything. Clearly, you were wrong. Apparently this shit was going to follow you for the rest of your life. Great. 

When you got home, you took your shoes and earrings off, then threw yourself on the couch. You closed your eyes and sighed, your body relaxing with all the comfort you surround yourself with. That’s how you envisioned that night: you, Matt and lots of cuddles. 

Before you start to feel about yourself once more, your phone vibrated. 

gweny 👻: this is past me asking you to tell future me all about your date!!!

you: I’m already back at home. he had a lot of work to do 🙁

gweny 👻: i thought you were staying in

gweny 👻: so sorry, love, are you ok though?

you: I’m fine

gweny 👻: which means youre not 👀

you: 🙄

gweny 👻: wanna talk about it?

you: not really

you: how about you? how is your night going?

gweny 👻: came to a concert with pav and hobie

gweny 👻: hobie swore by this new band

you: I’m guessing they sucked

gweny 👻: it was just loud noises and the vocalist screaming

gweny 👻: not even in a heavy metal type of way, it was just bad

gweny 👻: but of course no one is saying shit, one of the guys is the son of the owner of this shithole

you: not fucking nepotism

gweny 👻: i hate it here

you: is there anyone cute at least?

Gwen didn’t answer, which means there was someone worth her time. She was so good at meeting new people, showing herself to them. So brave. Or rather, fearless. It was fascinating watching her going through life. 

You made a mental note to make dinner plans with Gwen the next week.

Getting up from the couch to bed, you were cold and all you really wanted was to roll into the blanket as if you were a burrito, only your head catching outside air. 

Once the lights were all out and you got into position, you grabbed your phone one last time to check if Gwen had sent you any more messages. 

Nothing from her. You scroll through your texts and then open the spam tab, which you always ignored. There was one unread message on the top. It was from Miguel, sent just an hour ago. 

Why was he texting you on a Saturday night? Didn’t he have a date or some woman’s life to ruin?

Curiosity gets the best of you and that leads you to unblock his number. His text then went to your inbox.

migs 😡: just wanted to let u know that I watched that movie u like so much

migs 😡: the one with the redhead that time travels inside a closet

migs 😡: gotta say I really tried to give it a chance, cariño

migs 😡: but the science didn’t check out

migs 😡: you know how much I hate when it happens

You let out a laugh under the covers. It was like you could hear his voice complaining about how the movie wasn’t realistic. Miguel was a man of science, it really bothered him not being able to understand how things happened. It drove you crazy for years, until you decided to only watch the so-called “realistic” films when you were with him.

It was impossible not to feel a little boost of energy going through your body. It didn’t know you were getting over him, so it just reacted as it would before. The smile on your face, though, would be a bit harder to explain. 

migs 😡: please send another rec

migs 😡: need to clean my palate

Annoying stubborn man. You were not responding. 

But, maybe you could troll him, that would be fun. That would distract you from the fact it’s a saturday night and Miguel is watching a movie you talked about God knows when. Or texting you when he could be texting anyone. 

You needed to chill. Those messages don’t change anything.

you: in the heights

There were so many reasons he would hate it: first, it was a musical, which he despises, second, it had scenes that defied science, like a couple walking on a building’s wall, and third, he hated Lin Manuel Miranda. Whenever you asked him why, Miguel would just mumble words in spanish. You think once you heard him saying something like “he’s fucking everywhere”, but you weren’t sure. 

migs 😡: so she talks

migs 😡: and she unblocked me 

migs 😡: gracias

you: you keep complaining about my favorite movies and I’ll block you again really quickly

migs 😡: why so mad cariño

migs 😡: I come in piece

migs 😡: peace***

you: not mad just cautious

migs 😡: why cautious 

you: cuz you’re texting me late at night and you’ve never done that before

migs 😡: I prefer texting during business hours

you: oh pls

migs 😡: you go to bed earlier than my grandma

you: obviously not since I’m talking to you rn

migs 😡: but I bet an empanada u r fighting against sleep

You were. You really were.

you: you know nothing

you: answer me

migs 😡: what mi cariño

you: dont mi cariño me

migs 😡: so salty

you: 🙄

you: answer me pendejo

migs 😡: what

migs 😡: I forgot the question

migs 😡: fr

you: why are you texting me 

you: at this ungodly hour

The three dots on screen showed Miguel was typing. Whatever it was, he kept typing, stopping and then going back, as if he was writing and then deleting his text. It made you a little nervous, knowing he was taking so long just to answer your question.

After a couple minutes, you can’t handle your anxiety anymore and got up from bed. In the bathroom, you took your sweet time brushing your teeth and flossing. Next, you went to the kitchen and grabbed yourself a glass of water and stared at the city view at the window. 

You told yourself that you’re not going to let Miguel O’Hara confuse you or your feelings. He was probably just feeling lonely and you were his last resource, the person that would be available to him, even after weeks of silence. Maybe a sign saying STUPID is hanging from your neck, because you fell right into it. 

It’s also kind of cruel on his part. Almost like he knows you’re happy with Matt and your attention is on him and not Miguel. And Miguel can be very territorial and charming. Once he has your attention, he will get bored and move on with his life. You’ve seen it happen too many times. 

No, you couldn’t feel excited or nervous about talking to him. Hope was what destroyed you last time. And you couldn’t repeat your mistakes. You owned it to yourself.

You wait a few minutes before going back to the room. You sat on the bed, took a deep breath and checked your phone for new texts. One from Miguel. 

migs 😡: because i miss u

Oh, well, you were fucked.

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Dear readers,

It's been a while, but I'm still here. These past months I've been working on my post grad thesis, which left very little headspace for any additional writing. Now that it's done, I won't disappear for too long, promise!

I missed writing these two. How do you feel about the character development in this chapter? Please tell me in the comments.

Thank you so much for the love you've showed this story 🩷 I really appreciate it.

Read my other fics:

💌 a very good idea (Miguel O'Hara x reader)

💌Santi's journal (Santiago Garcia x reader)

💌 now that we don't talk (Poe Dameron x reader)

💌 Listen to the 'dear reader' playlist — new songs added for each chapter.

💌 I'm also on ao3

Take care of yourselves!

Love, The writer

[that-one-xachster]

Megumi x Childhood Bestie!Reader Hcs part two

ok I'm continuing this lmfao

so lets get to the part after go/joe kidnaps itadori

and you're just chilling with megumi in his room questioning all life choices

and he's questioning life itself

"crabs probably think fish can fly"

"...what did you eat today"

"tuna mayo"

"istg if you pull the Inumaki crap-"

"bean bags are boneless sofas"

"wHaT"

"...I want a beanbag."

*audibly sighs*

so yeah very fun

and you have a sleepover with him bc like

why not

and drama

so let's say todays that very special once in a lifetime day that you fall asleep INSTANTLY

and like just boom "I'm tired" you're knocked out

and megumi's just there like "gurl??"

my bro is absolutely done cause you're like taking up most of his bed

and personal space

give the man a break 😔✋

so he tries shoving you a lil to the side

keyword: tries

but you're a stubborn person so you don't budge

also you're gripping the bed for dear life in your sLEEP-

you haven't grown out of it lmao

megumi pulls his iconic face and is just

absolutely done at this point

so-

he's known you since childhood anyway right

and you're asleep right

right

so you won't mind if he just plops on top of you and cuddle-spoons you while your sleeping to create space right 😊

just to create space

you don't mind even when you're awake but megumi doesn't know that-

so yes he lies on top of you- wraps an arm around your waist- and spoons you while he falls asleep-

im giggling squealing kicking my feet writing this don't mind me

so yes he's still spooning you while you're asleep-

and in the morning he wakes up first ehe-

bc sleep = none or sleep = all

"all's well thats well for me"

iykyk

but you're still sleeping

and its like 7:30 am

its too early for this shit

so he just stays in bed cuddling you

and boom half an hour later you wake up

but you pretend to be sleeping heh

why

plot

so you two are technically cuddling rn and then my bro realizes that your awake-

and hes like

"oh good morning"

yeah we're totally gonna gaslight

"good morning to you too"

we're gonna keep up the gaslighting

so you turn around and you're facing megumi and you're like what time is it he's like 8:30 am or sum

so you both get up bleh the boring stuff

AND THIS IS THE MOMENT WHERE ITADORI IS GETTING SHOWN HIS ROOM SO-

YOU SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING

so then megumi walks out of the room but you're still inside cause why not

and then itadori and megumi have some bro talk and you just pop up behind megumi-

itadori sHRIEKS

gojos like 'did u two have a sleepover 😼'

and megumi ofc is like 'why do you care'

and itadori goes-

GASPPP ARE YOU TWO DATING???

the way your faces heat up so fast

FACES

WITH AN S

PLURAL

MEGUMI'S BLUSHING TOO

and hes like 'what the f no i'm not dating this idiot here'

you're like 'i wish 😔'

tHE WAY HE BLUSHES HARDER

no this does not go unnoticed by gojo and he whips out his phone faster than lightning mcqueen and bombards him with pictures

'smile for the camera megumi~'

'boy if you don't shut your skin tone chicken bone google chrome no home flip phone disowned ice cream cone garden gnome extra chromosome metronome dimmadome genome full blown monochrome student loan Indiana jones overgrown flintstone x and Y chromosome hormone friend zone Sylvester Stallone Sierra loan autozone professionally seen silver patrone head ass up-'

yes I had to

anyway y'all gotta go pick up the other first year aka nobara

and you're like

"OOH OOH GOJO SENSEI BOY OR GIRL"

"hehe you'll see"

so you make all of them speed to wherever the hell yer picking her up

idt I mentioned you slept in the car and your head was on megumis shoulder eheh

itadori kept teasing him and won't let him live it down fr

so yk nobara and her iconic scene

you have no shame

and you drink your respect women juice

im trying to make this gender neutral 😭

you see the uniform and you're cheering her on so much like

"WOO YEAHHH- PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE YOU GO GIRL-"

and shes like tf is this crazy bish doing

but you're just really excited to have another person in the group cause being around the same uh 7-8 people can get boring

so you meet her and you're pretty excited

"be glad boys, you're getting another girl in the group."

now that drops your opinion

so you have a smol idea

to uh

you whisper something in her ear and the wAY HER EXPRESSION DROPS

guess what you said <3 bc ik ofc I wanna see what y'all think

anyhoo so then shes like WHAT THE HELL and drops it

and boom you pull your feminine/masculine/nonbinary wiles and she's now your bestie

and gojo says we're going sOmEwHeRe

and nobara and itadori get so excited

yk the EJWRHTKWJEHTAUIETHR and the hugging gojo

you're standing next to megumi though cause you know whats coming

the way their face drops when y'all go to that messed up school- was it a school?

anyway yuji and nobara go in and you're outside with megumi and gojo

y'all are sitting down nearby

you're tired af with this shit so you just plop your head down in megumi's lap and no questions he just lets you

<3

and hes running his fingers through your HAIRRRRR

*screaming*

so you have some lovey-dovey time and gojo sneaks a picture cause he low-key ships you two

and after the two come out y'all just walk back very nice day

okay moving on from the boring stuff he goes back to his dorm

is developing a crush ehe

so hes just lying in bed thinking like

WHY TF AM I FEELING THIS WAY OVER THAT IDIOT RAHHHH

poor guys conflicted

but good for you hehe

sigh I'm tired ill write a part 3 later lmao

[jinnie-ret]

Could you write a - stray kids x fem! ninth member, who is gyaru and other idols, look at her weird for it?

For context, Gyaru is a Japanese fashion subculture. The term gyaru is a Japanese transliteration of the English slang word gal. The term for gyaru was introduced in Japan by the American jeans company Lee, who introduced a new line of jeans to their brand Wrangler

gyaru, jjang yeppeuda

stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)

genre: fluff, angst (little)

content warnings: none

word count: 0.9k

summary: despite her normal confidence in owning her aesthetic, y/n begins to feel uncomfortable when she feels the judging stares of other idols

I just love love love how you gave me some background info, that was so sweet of you! I hope you enjoy!

Requested by: @moe-kyun-kyun

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Y/N was the only Japanese member in the group and loved to show off her culture, whether this was through the language, the food, or her style. The latter was something she had received hate about in the past, due to her non conforming style, Gyaru. Y/N specifically indulged into the Rokku subculture, loving the edgy rock aesthetic which the stylists at JYP were quite happy with as well, considering Stray Kids often pulled off fierce looks on stage. Stays soon got to learn more about the Gyaru style, and when they learnt the history behind it and that it was breaking down the typical beauty standards of dark hair and fair skin, they could only applaud the example that Y/N was setting. To not care.

With her bleached hair, false eyelashes that stood out more with the white eyeshadow around her eyes, Y/N felt badass. Not to mention the leather elements incorporated into her outfit that created semblance with what her other members were wearing too.

"Wahh, Y/N you look so cool," Jeongin gasped as he looked at her outfit. Being someone who was into fashion himself, albeit a casual neutral style, he was always interested to see what she'd be wearing.

"Thanks Jeonginnie!" Y/N smiled, taking a seat next to him as they all found where they'd be sat amongst other idols at the awards show.

That sentiment of not caring though, was slipping away. Being one of the first groups seated wouldn't normally be a bad thing, but all Y/N could focus on was the eyes that stuck to her as they walked past, the only comfort being when Twice or ITZY waved a hello to them all.

"You good, Y/Nnie?" Hyunjin patted her shoulder to gain her attention. He had easily observed her antsy behaviour, her leg bouncing up and down, and her hand fiddling with the multiple bracelets that occupied her opposite arm.

"They're all giving me weird looks," Y/N muttered, feeling disheartened. She couldn't help but look around feeling paranoid, and the other members noticed, catching her expression from the other end of the table.

"Here, swap seats with me, Rocky," Chan suggested, about to stand. Rocky was a nickname only he seemed to use for her, connecting her fighting attitude with the one Sylvester Stallone played in an old movie, as well as her obvious Rokku aesthetic.

"No, no, I don't want to cause a scene," Y/N shook her head subtley.

"You won't, just pretend we're talking about something," Changbin added on, and so Y/N nodded and swapped seats with Chan, moving more to the back end of their table rather than being near the other groups.

"Okay, I do feel better now," Y/N nodded with a sigh of relief.

"Good," Minho simply said and patted her knee before paying attention to the stage again.

"And the winner of Most Popular Group, 2022 is... Stray Kids!" the hosts of the awards began clapping as fans cheered wildly for the group as they headed on stage.

Y/N caught eyes with Felix from across the table as they look at each other with the biggest grins on their faces. Dread returned however when they went on stage. She had just moved out of the way so that she didn't have to face the judgemental stares of other idols, but now she was dead center in front of them, as well as the rest of the audience too.

"It's ok, Y/N, don't let it bother you, you never normally do," Seungmin whispered into her ear as Chan began his speech. She nodded thankfully.

"...and I also want to give a big thanks to our staff! Our stylists have given us amazing outfits, especially tonight," Chan winked at Y/N a hint of smugness in his voice as he indirectly told the other kpop stars to mind their own business.

The group went backstage for a moment with their award and Y/N thankfully hugged Chan.

"Thank you, I saw what you did there."

"I think everyone did, our leader has a habit of dissing our haters," Jisung patted Chan on the shoulders, feeling hyped up from winning.

"Woah, Stays clearly noticed too haha, they're already spamming Twitter," Hyunjin held up his phone as everyone gathered around to see.

"'Best leader Chan', and oh, they've put the video too!" Felix tapped on the video and they watched themselves win the award.

"I still can't believe we won, wow!" Changbin shook his head, clearly in shock.

"We deserve it, we worked hard this year," Y/N commented, initiating a group hug between them all.

Later on that evening, as they headed home, Y/N was sat next to Minho and Seungmin at the back of the car.

"You were in your head today," Minho commented as he stared out of the window.

"Me?" Y/N double checked he was talking about her, as he hummed in response and continued talking.

"I could tell, Y/Nnie, but you can't let them see it bothers you. Then they win," he turned to her this time.

"I know, it's just, this is how I express myself and when other people think I'm weird it gets to me sometimes," Y/N sighed, leaning her head back against the car seat.

"We're all weird, but if everyone thinks you're weird they've got another thing coming when they get to know the rest of us, especially Minho hyung," Seungmin joked from the other side of you.

"You're so lucky our precious Y/N is sat between us right now, Seungmin-ah," Minho smiled through gritted teeth, but the interaction made Y/N giggled and they were glad to cheer her up a bit.

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[ayyyy-le-simp]

Clarification: I’m dumb asf and I had no idea who Rambo was until my beloved mother told me who he was, i know Sylvester Stallone through his appearance in Guardians of the galaxy 😭 😭

I get the connection between hunter and Rambo now, better late than never am I right? Eh?

I started watching the bad batch right when season 3 came out cause I was like “eh why the hell not, let’s see what this show is about.” And I’m currently on season 1 of the Clone Wars. I’m new to the Star Wars fandom, I started getting into it in the summer of 2023 but I only watched the movies then.

But I’m loving The Bad Batch. Really entertaining and I just love the story and everything about it. I’ve gotten attached to it. (I’ve cried over it)

Better late than never, eh?

My dumbass. Let’s get focus on the shirtless picture of Sylvester Stallone

[brie-annwyl]

It’s all a lie

Pre outbreak! Joel Miller x reader

Summery: Joel Miller is in love with his asshole brother’s girlfriend, what could go wrong?

Warnings: illusions to sexy times, Tommy is a slut and a bad boyfriend, Joel is like borderline obsessed with reader but god is it attractive. Also mentions of Joel dreaming of giving oral. Your welcome

Joel is well aware he’s fucked.

The moment he saw you smile at him from across the bar, he knew. He doesn’t need to be reminded that he’s a horrible brother, he already knows that. Falling for your brother’s girl is probably an unmentioned sin in the bible. And if it’s not, it should be, because the way Joel thinks of you. He can’t stop himself no matter how hard he tries. He hates himself for it.

He’s holding you for the hundredth time as you cry, Tommy’s screwed up again which shouldn’t be as shocking to you as it is. Considering your entire relationship has been Tommy breaking you over and over again and Joel picking up the pieces, telling you to leave, only for you to be holding Tommy’s hand the next time he sees you. It’s always the same.

But not this time.

You weren’t just crying, you’re screaming. This time is different because you’re pissed, full of loathing and throwing it at full force towards whoever will hear, that just so happens to be Joel.

“I cannot believe I gave him 3 years- I wasted 3 years of my life on him!”

Joel can’t believe it either, not when he’s been here, holding you since the second week. But he doesn’t say that, he holds you against his chest and softly murmurs an “I know.”

“Th-this absolute bastard! I knew he was always going to be rough around the edges but to flirt- no, not just fucking flirt, to make out with another woman at the bar on-“ a sob over takes you and Joel has never felt the urge to kill a man more than he does now. It’s your birthday, and instead of having an amazing night with your boyfriend of 3 years. You’re sobbing into Joel’s chest because Tommy is still, and will forever be Tommy. His hold tightens as his patience is weakening. Not with you, never with you. But with your (hopefully soon to be ex)boyfriend.

It’s quiet for a while, Joel knows how the night ends after this. You’ll uncurl yourself from his side and immediately apologize upon seeing the tear stains. He’ll make you both a drink, depending on how you’re feeling or the time of day it could be coffee, alcohol, or Joel’s specialty, Peppermint Hot chocolate. Every drink is always served with a glass of water to re-hydrate you. He will give you clothes (his Pj’s) to relax in before you snuggle under a comfy blanket on the couch. He’ll turn on a shitty movie for you to laugh at. Sometimes you’ll fall asleep and he’ll move you to his bed while he takes the couch for the night, or you’ll leave with a kiss on the cheek and endless “thank you’s” falling from your lips. It’s such a predictable routine he already knows you want a hot chocolate tonight, and the movie you’re going to watch is Judge Dredd from the 80’s with Sylvester Stallone. He knows you so well, so well that he’s shocked when you don’t uncurl yourself from his chest.

“Sweetheart?” The nickname has you pressing further into his chest, your arms tighten around him almost as if you’re afraid he’ll leave.

“Do you remember the night we all met?” Though mumbled into his chest, he still hears and it still makes his heart jump when he thinks of it, even though his heart has been broken ever since. His simple “mhm” seems to be enough to lure you to continue.

“It’s the perfect love story really, we catch eyes from across a crowded room and we’ve been together ever since.. “ your head suddenly lifts from his chest, still close, almost sitting in his lap with your hands on his pecs and Joel is trying to think of the most disgusting things he knows of to keep his little friend in check. Without noticing his hands are resting on your waist under your shirt, drawing little comforting circles into your skin.

“But it’s all a lie.” One of your hands slowly moves up to the back of his neck, eyes dropping to the uncut hair your are currently twirling between your fingers. The sensation has Joel imagining things he could never tell you, like the thousands of times he’s dreamt of you locking his head between your thighs as your fingers grip his hair for dear life. Endless moans falling from your lips while your back arches.

“He wasn’t the one I was staring at Joel.” You whisper, the sultry tone isn’t lost on him. Nor is the feather like stroking of his collarbone, your fingers stop playing with his hair as they slowly move to hold his head, never fully leaving him, the ghosting touches sending a warm shiver down his spine. He wants to ask what you’re doing, to softly push you away, to remind you that you’re technically still with Tommy, even if he desperately wished you weren’t. But he doesn’t. He just holds you tighter as one of his hands finds it’s way to hold your lower back beneath your shirt.

“Who were you looking at baby?” He knows he’s a bad brother as your lips draw closer and doesn’t put up a fight against it, he knows he’s a horrible person when you softly murmur a “you” against his lips and he kisses you, no longer keeping himself in check as you hold his face so gently he barely feels it. The kiss is what he imagined millions of times and so much more than he could’ve fantasized. You’re so soft and passionate with every push of your mouth against his. He can’t believe you’re real if he’s honest, absolutely perfect in every way possible. His guilt disappearing as you detach your perfect mouth from his only to situate yourself closer to him (if even possible) before pulling him back to you with force.

He can’t remember how long it’s been since he’s felt so loved, so fucking aroused from kissing someone and he starts questioning if he ever has. He has to hold back a groan as you depart for air, heaving as you lean back to look at him. God he’s never seen you more gorgeous than right now, limbs wrapped all around his body with your face flushed, lips swollen and glistening from kissing him. Your eyes watching him very carefully and calculating. You always look cute when thinking he decides as you ever so softly bite your bottom lip.

The moment is suddenly over has you quickly remove yourself from him and running over to your bag, and Joel’s terrified. Not of the possibility that Tommy will never forgive him but of the thought that he hurt you or made you uncomfortable. The thought that you regret it has his heart shattering across the living room floor. He’s quick to get up and call after you, already trying to do damage control.

“Sweetheart? God I’m so sorry, i should’ve asked before-“ a hand slapping over his mouth has his apology dying on his lips. Fuck your hands are so soft against him. He stands dumbly as you hold your phone to your ear. The air feels thick as he hears the ringing then the receiver clicking. A slurred “hello” flows throughout the room as you don’t take your eyes off of Joel’s. You called Tommy, you called your boyfriend, and you’re going to tell him what happened begging for another chance. Leaving Joel to clean up the mess you will make. And he’d do it, he would do it for eternity if he got to kiss you again.

You’re both at a standstill as he hears Tommy already rattling off an apology for ruining your birthday, you hand twitches against Joel as he calls you “my girl” through the phone. You’re still looking at Joel with a blank stare, eyes unblinking as Tommy goes on and on with excuses before you finally interrupt him after what seemed like hours to Joel.

“We’re over Tommy.” This seems to have left Tommy speechless, and not only Tommy. Joel’s eyes are wide as he gently guides your hand away from his mouth and taking a step forward, you don’t wait for a response as you quickly end to call and push yourself back into Joel’s loving embrace, you fit together like you were made for each other, two perfectly carved puzzle pieces. Joel lifts you into his arms as your legs wrap around him. Your kiss never once breaking as he takes the both of you to his room. The whole way there throughout messy kisses and moans all he’s doing is thanking every god he doesn’t believe in that his brother is a man whore.

I hope y’all enjoyed,🫶