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Hey…how is 90s Eddie doing? He’s been on my brain 🤤
yanno last I checked on him he was smoking indoors in the back room of my brain and setting off the fire detector. I asked him to quit and he flipped me off, slammed the door, and turned Alanis Morissette on really loud 🙄🙄
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Hi bb, just a thirst idea for you: Study fucking. Your fave has trouble being "smart" but he is a genius when it comes to pounding that ass after he gets too frustrated during a study session.
Oh, Vi, my sweet. I know you sent this a while ago. But when I read it, my heart wasn't the only thing to clench up 😈! Thank you so much for sending this to me. It was so fun to write!!
A/N ::: Nerd/Bad Boy!Keisuke Baji x F.reader, reader doesn't know he's in Toman until later (or at all, idk), he is NOT playing stupid, math is just really fucking hard!
C/W ::: Mutual pining that's super on the DL, unprotected P->V, Baji surprising us ... so nothing out of the ordinary.
WC ::: Just over 2k.
"Why though?!" Baji yelled a little louder than you thought he needed to. But it was clear he was getting more and more pissed about this. "Why the FUCK does it have to equal the fucking same area as this fucking pellaroraglam?"
You bit the insides of your cheeks and your tongue to keep from laughing at him about his pronunciation of the word 'parallelogram'. "Because that's how the Greeks intended it. Ok? Let's take a 10 minute break and come back to this again, yeah? You're not an idiot, Kei. I think you've just been staring at the book for so long that things are starting to make less and less sense. Does that make sense?" You reached over and took his glasses from his face and brushed your finger up and down the bridge of his nose. "Do you want to go for a walk or get something from the kitchen? Maybe to eat or drink? Make this 10 count because when we get back, we're hittin' it hard again, ok?"
Something about your wording made his cock twitch. But he shoved that thought down almost as quickly as it bubbled up into the forefront of his overworked brain.
"Hittin' it hard again, hah? You're mean, y/n. You're a bully. A learning bully. You're not gonna give in until I understand this shit, are ya?" He stood up from your desk and he gestured for you to follow him to your kitchen.
Your apartment was nothing special. But how you made the space your own was something that Baji always found so sweet and comforting. Of course, he'd never admit that to you. He is, after all, the first division Captain of Toman. Captains don't find things 'sweet.' They find them masculine and bloody. That's what everyone from the outside looking in thought, anyway. Though, no matter how hard he tried to ignore the pull you and your apartment had on him, he always found himself wishing he was back here, with you, in this little bubble of mild contentment you'd created.
He was relaxed when he was with you. Save for right now. But you were trying to help him study for his midterm. Any other time he's been here, he always felt safe. Maybe even small, for lack of a better descriptor, when he is anything but 'small' in any sense of the word.
"You really do have a mean streak in you, you know that?" He teased as you both walked into your kitchen. "But you're right. I need a break from that book. My eyes are crossing and it's starting to give me a headache."
"Do you want a couple of tylenol? I think I have ibuprofen, too. Anything I can do to help you with this, Keisuke. It's my job, after all. Use me however you need to to get this through that stubborn head of yours." You smiled so cute at him that he had a difficult time not telling you what he really wanted to use you for.
"Maybe I'll take you up on that. But first, can I ask you something kinda weird?" He sat down on one of the bar stools at the counter and you followed suit, sitting next to him.
"Of course! Anything, Kei." You rubbed your fingers up and down your forearm, a nervous habit. Even still, you assumed it was a question about the math you were helping him study. "What's up?"
"So, like, I know you're not into me in that way. Right? And that's fine. You've made that very clear. But, like, if you were...into me, I mean, into someone … hypothetically, I mean, what kind of person do you think you would be into? Like, are you more into the nerdy type, or the bad boy type, or, like, the artsy type?"
You didn't really understand where this was going. But you decided to humor him. "Well, I guess I've always been pretty attracted to the bad boy type. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't go for someone who was nerdy, too. It all depends on the person, you know? I have to like them first and foremost. Like, just because I see some bad boy doing bad boy stuff doesn't mean I'll fall to my knees and s-"
Baji choked on his tea, spitting it all over you in the process of trying to control the amount of liquid that was coming out of his mouth.
"Oh fuck! I'm so sorry, y/n! Gahhhd damn it. I am so sorry!" He grabbed the roll of paper towels from the counter by the sink and tore some off to frantically wipe your chest.
"K-Kei! Oh my god! Stop! It's ok! I'm at home, I can easily change my shirt. Don't worry about ... about it. You yell so much. Geez."
You hopped off of the stool and went back to your bedroom to find a shirt to change into. As you did so, Baji felt his stomach turn. He knew he shouldn't have asked you that. It was stupid and immature. But he couldn't help it. He'd had a crush on you for so long that he just needed to know if he had a chance in hell with you or not. But, as he'd guessed, you weren't interested in him that way.
He waited for you to come back to the kitchen before apologizing again. "I really am sorry, y/n. I don't know what came over me. I was just, I dunno, asking for a friend. And then you started to say that if you saw someone doing something that you’d fall to your knees and …" He waved his hand in the air as if to clear what he was going to say away before it’d even had a chance to see the light of day. “And I choked and blew my tea all over you.”
You giggled and shook your head, smiling at him. "It's ok, Kei. You're a little clumsy, but you're still really sweet. I like hanging out - I mean, you know. Helping you study. I enjoy your company, regardless of what we're doing."
"Y/n? I really wanna kih-" He blushed and looked away from you before he thought you saw his face turn a pretty shade of pink.
"You what, Kei?" You leaned around him a little to get his attention. "What do you want, Baji? You can tell me. We're friends."
FRIENDS
"Oh, y-yeah. Of course we're ... friends. Yeah. Well, let's get back to the math, then. C'mon." His heart, smile and morale sank as he headed back to your room with you.
Meanwhile, you were left to wonder what he was going to say. What did he want to 'kih'? Kiss? Oh, no. It couldn't be that. Right? Maybe he just wanted to kick your butt for making fun of his pronunciation earlier ... even though your face was the only thing giving away the fact you were getting quite a bit of entertainment from that. He wouldn't have noticed that. Right?
You followed him back to your bedroom and decided to keep quiet about the whole thing. You couldn't imagine that he would want to kiss you. You were just his tutor. And he was so cool. He had cool friends, girls practically fell at his feet when he walked by them. He couldn't possibly have feelings for you, right?
Oh, but he did. He really did. He was mad for you. He wanted nothing more than to pull you into his lap and kiss you senseless. But that couldn't happen. He couldn't ruin the time you spent together. It was precious to him, even though he knew you saw it as nothing more than a job.
The next hour of your time together was spent studying right from the book. There was no talking, no joking, just Baji finally getting to work. It was a welcome change for you. It meant you could focus on your task at hand and not worry about him trying to distract you with his unfinished sentences.
He was still so frustrated. But he was starting to make progress. He was starting to understand what you were trying to teach him. He just wished he could show you how he felt.
As you helped him work through the last of the 4 problems he had to do, he tried to come up with a way to say it. To tell you how he really felt. He was never good at words. Action was his strength. "I'm not sure about par-parallelograms? Is that how you say it? I'm so fucking sick of that long ass word. It's so stupid. Why couldn't they just say a special type of quadrilateral that has both pairs of opposite sides parallel and equal. That word is like 73 letters long. I hate it. It's so fucking annoying, y/n. Jesus."
You clapped and jumped a little where you stood, your tits bounced and his eyes went right to them. "Yes! Yes, Kei! Good! Good job!" You jumped into his arms and hugged him so tightly, burying your face in his neck, (accidentally) inhaling his scent. "I knew you could ..." you pulled your face back from him and looked into his brown eyes. "I knew you could do it ... Keisuke. Mmm ... Kei-suk-e. You ..." you breathed the words out heavily and found yourself staring at his full lips. That sly smile, his sharp teeth. Pain never looked so appealing.
Your heart stopped in your chest when he threw the math book across the room and it slammed into your wall with a loud thud. Before you had time to process what was happening, his hands were in your hair and his lips were on yours.
You'd been so stupid for someone who taught other people things. So stupid to not see how he felt. And now, here he was, kissing you like he needed you to breathe. You reached up and pulled his long black hair back from his face and returned the kiss with just as much intensity.
"I'm sorry I didn't say anything, y/n. I didn't think you'd want me that way. I'm just a dumbass with no future. You're so smart and pretty and funny and ... and I just can't believe you're actually kissing me back right now."
You shook your head and smiled. "I'm sorry! I didn't realize what was happening, Kei. You're not as good at hiding your feelings as you think. You should have just said something, though. This whole time we've been studying everything together, we could have been ..."
"... fucking like rabbits?" He laughed, but his eyes were serious.
You reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. "You know, it's not nice to talk to your tutor like that. But Baji, you've made a lot of progress tonight. I think you deserve a reward."
He picked you up and laid you down on your bed. "Oh yeah? And what kind of reward do you think I deserve, y/n?"
You reached over to your bedside table and turned on your neon pink LED lights. "The best kind, Kei. You've earned it."
"Fuck, y/n. You are so hot. I can't wait to fuck you so hard you forget everything you've ever taught me. We’ll have to have some more lessons. Is that ok with you?"
You nodded as you pulled your shirt up and over your head. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. We can even work on your pronunciation. You're a bit of a mess with your consonants."
He kissed you again and smiled. "Y/n, oh my god, shut up ... you're the worst." He pulled his pants down and straddled you, his cock rock hard and ready for you. "But you're also the best. I can't wait to make you mine."
"Kei, you're already mine." You reached up and cupped his cheek, pulling him in for another kiss. "Now ... teach me something.”
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#tokyo revengers#tokrev#tokyo rev#tokyo revengers smut#tokyo rev smut#baji keisuke smut#baji smut#keisuke baji smut#keisuke baji#keisuke x you#baji#baji x reader#baji x you#baji x y/n#tokrev smut#keisuke x reader#tokyo rev x reader#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers x you#tokyo revengers x y/n#tokrev x reader#tokrev x you#tokrev x y/n#ilysm for this vi#you made my day#thank for planting this seed i my brain#even if i am a little late getting back to you <3#ask sarah#sarah answers
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I hsve an idea. Could u draw rose and ianto as besties
absOLUTELY I CAN
they’re chatting shit (lovingly) about their tall, long-coat-wearing, time-travelling, death-cheating, alien boyfriends who have spikey hair
#Jack is nursing 10s broken nose off screen from where Ianto decked him imo Ianto would not let 10s nonsense with Jack slide#jk Ianto would not punch him he would just make him instant coffee instead of The Ianto Special and then stew silently#doctor who#torchwood#torchwood fanart#rose tyler#dwmmm.ask#ianto jones#SORRY I DISAPPEARED FOR AGES EVERYONE IM BACK HELLO !!!!!!#apologies to all the people who have sent asks that are sitting in my inbox im getting to them soon!!!#also I’m working on a big cool colab which I’m v excited about >:)#this is meant to have the vibes of the school reunion scene with sarah jane and rose laughing at 10!!#Ianto would be besties with all of 10s companions actually#him and martha are already besties & him and donna would get on so well snarky secretary duo#him and rose would not only bond over stories about the 9/jack/rose tardis team but also over being estate kids !!!#him rose and martha hanging out being the only under 25s 🚶♂️#s1 Ianto is the type to still get IDed for redbull#maybe that’s why he really wears the suit so people stop thinking he’s a 16 year old#anyway I digress thank u for the ask I hope this appeases you I love this vision and also hate drawing roses hair it’s SO hard#killer side part#but I loved drawing this bc I love ianto and rose friendship#ps theye matching colours on purpose bc they’re bffs#also like ianto in the audios constantly makes friends with random side characters you can’t convince me this man isn’t extroverted at heart
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JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT & SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR IN I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER (1997) dir. Jim Gillespie
#horror#filmedit#horroredit#tvandfilm#dailyflicks#i know what you did last summer#sarah michelle gellar#jennifer love hewitt#just watched this for the first time.#my tradition is watching exactly one (1) horror film i should've already seen every halloween#and i love JLH and SMG so much. SHOCKED i hadn't seen this already#yes i do think these characters are gay for each other thank you for asking#happy halloween!
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AQUAPETS! Great personality, Cool originality! Give 'Em a snack! And they'll react! AQUAPETS! They respond to your voice! Make the right choice The ultimate pet anyday! AQUAPETS!
Aquapets! Each sold separately. You can collect them all!
Characters belong to @ask-mirage-mews | @askchimeknight | @ask-sarah-and-co @pokeaskzine | @thedailycampix
#THANK YOU AGAIN for allowing me to doodle silly things!!!!#also DONT COME AT ME ABOUT THE SHAPE THE ORIGINAL AQUAPETS WERE SHAPED LIKE THIS ILL COME THROUGH THE SCREEN AND BIT E YOU#fan art#for others#stuff for others#ask-mirage-mews#askchimeknight#ask-sarah-and-co#pokeaskzine#thedailycampix#sfw#mod art
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S2E10 vs. S3E9
#succession#hbo succession#kendall roy#jeremy strong#shiv roy#sarah snook#successionedit#myedit#do you ever feel sick#i am very okay about what is occurring tomorrow thank you for asking
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I swear to god you are one of the only sjm artists who draws these characters looking like they HAVE PERSONALITIES and KNOW HOW TO HAVE FUN as opposed to just being. Generic bland airbrushed hotties. so thank you so much for that keep up the good work
I have to admit, I look upon the extremely skilled generic airbrushed hotties sometimes with envy, like damn, why don't I do that? It's so impressive.
But also, I love nothing more than drawing people having fun with each other, so this is the art I have to make XD And I love to hear that it brings other people joy too, so thank you!
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Any interest in grading everyone’s first day of free agency? Would love to hear your thoughts!!
ooh okay ! well as tuned in as i am i didn't catch everything so this is going to be pretty incomplete/fairly uninformed but here's my attempt:
boston bruins: that zadorov contract LOL AND LMAO (i say as if hes not going to immediately skyrocket to excellence.) that lindholm contract might be even worse with the same caveat. A+ for me, a hater
buffalo sabres: what did they even do? C.
detroit red wings: kane is a bad move + jack campbell is fine at that contract + cam talbot is the epitome of "goalies? what's up with goalies?" + why do they have 4 goalies now. C-
florida panthers: lost montour, lost oel, lost lomberg. that reinhart contract is really good though. C+
montreal canadiens: if slaf continues on his upward trajectory that contract looks great; if he doesn't, they're already bad so it doesn't matter all that much. B
ottawa senators: what did they even do? get noah gregor? i hear he's very fast. C.
tampa bay lightning: where do i even start with this one
toronto maple leafs: the problem w/ all of the leafs' acquisitions is that they are Fine, some of them even Good, but they're just overpaid enough for me to not only get annoyed about it but also see 30 ft of insufferably rancid discourse every time i open twitter. B+
carolina hurricanes: appear to have lost half the guys i remember being on their roster, but the one dude they did end up signing was one of the small handful of good deals i saw handed out today. C
columbus blue jackets: this team's quality does not matter. you know what does matter? gaudreau/monahan reunion. A
new jersey devils: brett pesce's good. B+
new york islanders: anthony duclair's good but i mourn what lou lamoriello will make him do with his hair. C+
new york rangers: what did they even do. C.
philadelphia flyers: MATVEI MICHKOV IS COMING. TELL YOUR FRIENDS, TELL YOUR ENEMIES, TELL TRAVIS KONECNY, TELL EVERYONE!!! A
pittsburgh penguins: incredibly committed to the bit of only signing players over 30 and they don't have poj back yet. C
washington capitals: genuine home runs in here. chychrun... pld... matt roy... didn't even give out valuable picks to acquire these assets! A
chicago blackhawks: i think they're trying to crawl out of this rebuild with no other serious potential core members other than bedard, which don't get me wrong is a bad move, but i also think they're not doing a terrible job of crawling out of the rebuild. B
colorado avalanche: kept jo drouin. C+
dallas stars: lyubushkin is incredibly bad and they gave him 3.25 aav. and casey desmith is there. F
minnesota wild: extended one of the sexiest toothless men on earth jake middleton. A
nashville predators: A+
st louis blues: what did they even do. C
utah hockey club: that durzi price is a bit steep but hey, if you've never had the money before i guess you might as well spend it. also sergachev was a BALLSY move i will miss you my cunty mistress. also we (the nhl) have a fucking iginla again... for our health. we need an iginla. B-
winnipeg jets: what did they even do. C
anaheim ducks: what did they even do. C
calgary flames: sharangovich extension + anthony mantha. tidy bit of business. zayne parekh YOU are the 2025 calder trophy winner. C+
edmonton oilers: managed to get a couple good players on nice cheap contracts, improved their rush game even more somehow, and will have to re-print their goalie's jerseys because they now have two different guys named skinner. A
la kings: gave joel edmundson nearly 4 million dollars a year. D
seattle kraken: stole brandon montour from florida. B+
san jose sharks: unlike the hawks, seem to be actively prepared to break out of the rebuild and trying to do it. toffoli? great! wennberg? a little overpaid but they're trying to hit the cap floor at this point so it's quite good! rumours of pavs return to san jose but you didn't hear it from me. B+
vancouver canucks: jake debrusk is gonna be a good linemate for petey imho. the hronek and myers contracts were a little rich but honestly they seem to be a lot more coherent ideologically than they were just a couple years ago. B
vegas golden knights: basically lost every remaining original misfit/otherwise quality forward in an effort to keep marchessault, and then lost marchessault anyway to the Power Of Divorce. and now they have ilya samsonov as their starting goaltender. F
#asks#getting an automatic C for doing nothing is bc it is super duper easy to fuck your shit up by doing something.#thank u sarah ! ^-^
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google what do men wear for halloween that is work appropriate and not faggy. asking for a friend
#i asked google for real and was faced with the worst most boring and/or embarrassing halloween costumes#i wore dionysus to a party on the weekend and honestly the makeup (thanks sarah) and one-tit-out were quite a look#however. not a look i can wear to the office.
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Physical affection prompt: draping their arm on the other's shoulder while sitting next to one other
Crossing the threshold into the tram and hearing the doors slid shut with a hiss behind them means that Lasky can finally let out the breath he'd been holding. He eyes the near empty tram car and slumps into the nearest seat the same time his composure slumps to the floor. Luckily only Sarah is here to see him flop down like a tired child.
The tram lurches to a slow start and Sarah sits beside him while he rolls his shoulders and sighs. He leans his head on the support beam and looks at her out of the corner of his eye. "How bad would it be if I accidentally pulled the emergency stop?"
She makes a face that lets him know that's a bad idea, but then considers it. "We could ask Roland to slow the tram. Buy us some time."
He closes his eyes and grunts in acknowledgment.
She responds with a 'tsk' and her arm draping along his shoulders. He startles and opens his eyes to look at her. Sarah's trying to scowl and nudges him to rest his head on her arm, which is only slightly softer than usual sans Mjolnir.
"Careful, Commander. Someone might think you're concerned."
"Shut up. Captain."
He smiles and lets his eyes fall shut.
The tram slows.
If they're later than expected due to some strange issue with the tram system, it's probably a hardware problem.
#palmsky#my writing#asks#Sarah Palmer#Thomas Lasky#thanks for the ask!#godmybackhurts#tender physical contact in a near public setting? scandalous!
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frat au!! what’s everyone’s major/minors? (sorry if you’ve already answered this! if that’s the case then use this as a free bingo space to ramble)
ohhh shit !! all of these are majors and minors at my uni so im not just making them up lmao <3 i put so much time into thinking of these and they might change but here’s what i’m thinking for the main gang!
jack kelly (frat version):
major: marketing communications
jack kelly (bisexual version):
major: graphic design
minor(s): arts administration
david jacobs:
major: non-profit management
minor(s): sociology & educational psychology
katherine pulitzer:
major: multimedia journalism
minor(s): creative writing
sarah jacobs:
major: apparel design and merchandising
charlie “crutch” morris:
major: human development and family science- child and family services
minor: american sign language and sociology
antonio “racer” higgins:
major: biochemistry and molecular biology
minor(s): dance
albert dasilva:
major: architecture engineering
minor(s): history and theory of architecture
siobhan “spot” conlon:
major: recreational therapy
minor(s): public health
#thank u chandler for the al consultation#feel free to ask questions!!#jack kelly#davey jacobs#david jacobs#katherine pulitzer#sarah jacobs#charlie morris#crutchie morris#racetrack higgins#albert dasilva#spot conlon#newsies#livesies#uksies#west endsies#frat boy jack au
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Hi so I was reading some of the stuff you wright (which btw it’s all freaking amazing) and I was wondering if you could do a Joel x ftm reader where they were dating before the outbreak and then the outbreak happens. the day Joel and Tommy got separated Joel thought it would be best if reader went with Tommy (due to what happened with sarah thinking he couldn’t protect him and he doesn’t want to loose the only other person he loves) be safe even though Joel and reader were both heart broken reader agrees. Later on when Joel gets to Jacksonville Ellie all ready know all about reader so after Joel hugs Tommy reader yells out his name and they hug for a long time crying and just happy to see eachother. Little bit later reader find out about Ellie being infected and Joel and Ellie get scared (mainly Joel) that reader isn’t going to like that but instead reader asks her how long she’s been infected and Ellie tells her however long and reader says something along the lines of ‘ longest I’ve ever seen a kids last but hey try being infected for 2 years’ and Joel and Ellie are both confused and I just turns out reader is infected I really wanted to ask you cause I like the kinda touch or spark you add to your fics!
Sure thing, my love!! I love this idea so much tbh 🤌💗
Warnings(MDNI): Some smut, violence, miscarriage (pig, not human though), just proceed with caution :)
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"I'm home!" Sarah called out, taking off her muddy boots before she made her way into the kitchen, where you were already working on making her a snack.
"Hey baby! How was school?"
"It was alright, I guess. Mrs. Addison was talking about predicates again." She plopped down onto the barstool across from you, setting her backpack on the seat beside her.
"Speaking of, did you get a grade on that homework we worked on the other night yet?" You asked as you slid a plate of fruit towards her, all of them cut into many different shapes, though stars seemed to be the most common.
"Yeah, I got a ninety-two." Sarah tossed a piece of kiwi into the air, catching it with her mouth.
You huffed, your hands coming up to rest on the curve of your hips. "How? Which one's were wrong?"
Sarah's lips began to curl up into a slow smirk. "Now, I don't get to say I told you so very often. But..."
"Nope." You began to pull dishes from the sink, organizing them onto the counter beside you as you filled the sink with hot water and dish soap. "I know for a fact that the answer wasn't B."
"So, you're saying Mrs. Addison is wrong?"
"Yup."
"The same woman who's been teaching English for twenty something years?"
"Yup."
Sarah shook her head, chuckling as she began to pull her homework from her backpack. "Did Dad say what time he was gonna be home?"
"I think he said around seven, but you know how your father is." You said, scrubbing at a stuck piece of food on a plate with your thumbnail.
Sarah simply nodded, eating another piece of fruit from her plate before gently pushing it to the side, replacing it with her pre-algebra workbook.
You always loved how easily you and Sarah could work around each other, both of you working on completely different tasks, though you could still enjoy each other's company.
You and Joel had been dating for over three years now, and though that may not seem like a very long time, you were still very much so considered family all the same. Sarah called you Mom and Tommy liked to call you 'sis' every now and then.
You knew that Joel was a little nervous when it came to the topic of marriage. Things didn't end well with Sarah's biological mother, and he didn't know if he could go through that again with you. Though with his not-so-subtle hints, you had a feeling that would all change soon.
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It was nine when Joel came home.
Both you and Sarah were curled up on the couch together, the end credits of Breaking Dawn part one rolling down the TV screen before you.
Joel gently hooked his arms under Sarah's back and under her legs, successfully detaching her from your embrace without waking her up. You on the other hand, woke up with a start, immediately reaching out for Sarah.
"Shh, I've got her." Joel whispered, smiling at how possessive you were over her.
You simply nodded, a yawn taking over once you relaxed.
Joel disappeared upstairs for a moment, leaving you to pick up the dinner mess you and Sarah had left on the coffee table and in the kitchen. As you began to wash the small load of dishes in the sink, you felt familiar arms wrap around your waist, causing you to jump at first.
"Jesus Joel! I didn't even hear you come down!"
Joel chuckled into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath as he molded his body against yours. "You're cute when you get scared, you know that?"
You shook your head, placing a dripping plate into the rack beside you. "You're late, my love."
"I know."
"Again."
Joel let out a long groan, pulling away from you so he could lean against the counter next to you instead. "Chris gave us the wrong parts again. I swear to God, Tommy nearly kicked his ass. Fucker had a vein popping out on his forehead and everything."
You both laughed at that, soon allowing small talk to take over as Joel helped you clean up the rest of the kitchen. You soon both fell into your same old routine: Joel showers while you do your skin care, you both brush your teeth together, then Joel picks you up bridal style, carrying you to bed.
"Do you have to do this every night?"
"Damn right I do." Joel suddenly dropped you on the bed, climbing on top of you in an instant. "Why? Do you want me to stop?"
You shook your head, slipping your fingers into the damp waves that were Joel Miller's hair.
"Good." Next thing you knew his lips were on yours, his hand haphazardly reaching over to turn off the lamp, knocking over a couple of books and a tissue box in doing so.
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The next morning you stared at Joel's sleeping face with a smile, taking in every detail; every wrinkle and scar. He was truly the most beautiful man you've ever seen.
The way the streak of morning sunlight lit up his features made butterflies erupt in your stomach, making it nearly impossible for you to not reach over and touch him. You brushed a strand of his hair away from his eyes, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his nose.
You watched as his eyes fluttered open, a look of confusion that quickly turned to lust crossed his gaze. "G'mornin' baby doll." He slurred, sleep evident in his tone.
"'Mornin' honey. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you yet."
"S'ok. I needed to get up anyways." Joel rolled onto his back, groaning as he extended his arms out to stretch, soon settling back into a comfortable sleeping position once again, his eyes fallen shut.
"Hey." You crossed your arms and rested them on his chest, setting your chin on your forearms as you looked at him.
Joel hummed, not opening his eyes.
"Happy Birthday." You said, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
"Mmm, thank you, baby." Joel lazily brought his hand up to stroke your hair, brushing the stray pieces behind your ear. "I love you."
"I love you too." You murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. When neither of you pulled away, you sat up on your forearms, deepening the kiss as you slipped your leg over Joel's hip, his hand coming up to grab the back of your thighs, pulling you closer.
The blankets fell to rest on your lower back, reveling your upper half to the cool air. You pulled away from the kiss as you sat up, placing your hands on Joel's chest. "Want a preview of your birthday present now?" You asked with a smirk, gently biting your bottom lip.
"Damn right I do." Joel reached over and grabbed a good handful of your ass, shivering at the low moan you let out.
A loud knock sounded from your bedroom door, making both you and Joel jump. "It's seven thirty! Come on, I'm making breakfast!" Sarah called out, knocking on the door one more time for good measure before she went downstairs.
You sighed, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Rain check?"
Joel nodded, his hand unexpectedly smacked your ass, making you yelp as you climbed off of him.
"Don't push your luck."
"It's my birthday. I can do whatever I please."
-
By the time you got home from work, Joel was still out on a job with Tommy and Sarah was presumably still next-door, helping Mrs. Adler bake cookies.
With nobody home, you decided to take some time for yourself. You cleaned up the house, threw dinner in the oven, then headed upstairs for a shower. By the time you came back downstairs, hearing the ovens timer sound off, you walked in to see Sarah already pulling the dish out of the oven for you.
"Oh, hey! When'd you get here?" You squeezed your hair with the towel one more time before you draped it over a nearby chair, walking over to the cabinets to pull out two plates.
"Just now." Sarah pushed a container of cookies towards the top of the counter with a grimace.
You raised your eyebrow, finding it strange that she wouldn't want a cookie. "What did you guys make?"
"Rasin."
You nodded your head, a look of disgust crossing your own face this time. "Well, you could give 'em to your uncle. God knows he'll eat anything."
Sarah gave you a small smile, hooking her finger on the edge of the plate full of pasta and dragging towards her. "By the way, is there anything going on today? There's a lot of police out for some reason."
"I noticed that too! I'm sure it's nothing. That new mall opened up downtown, so it could be shoplifters again." You picked up your own plate before heading into the living room. "Come on, we've still got part two to finish!"
And with that, Sarah picked up her own plate and followed you, brushing off the previous conversation.
-
You and Sarah turned to look at Joel when he walked in the door, silently taking off his coat and dropping his keys in the bowl besides the door.
"You're late." Sarah crossed her arms, trying her best to seem firm.
"You're cute." Joel said as he walked by, ruffling her hair before kissing the top of your head, plopping down on the open seat between you and Sarah.
He went on about why he was late getting home again, mumbling something about the wrong sized headers as he took off his boots. "Ah, never mind. Doesn't mean anything to ya."
Sarah glanced around the room, raising her eyebrow. "So. Where's that cake you promised?"
Joels hands came up to rub his face, a deep groan sounding from behind his palms.
You and Sarah exchanged a look.
"Come on, man."
"I know, I know." His hands fell to his lap, fixing his gaze on her. "Look, I'll pick us up one in the morning. I promise."
"Swear? Or else you won't get your present."
Joel sat up, a smile creeping onto his face. "You got me a present?"
"Swear."
"On my life."
Sarah reached behind the pillow besides her for a moment before retrieving a small box, silently handing it to Joel.
Joel glanced at you with suspicion; you held up your hands. "I dunno what it is."
Joel opened the box to reveal his old watch, though instead of the shattered glass and dead battery, the watch looked almost brand new.
"I got it fixed for you."
Joel picked up the watch and held it against his ear, a soft look of confusion washed over his features. "Did you?"
"What?" Sarah grabbed his arm, pulling it towards her so she could examine it. Once she realized the watch was fine, she rolled her eyes, plopping back against the couch.
Joel let out a laugh. "Gotcha!"
"You're lame." Sarah said, all three of you laughing along.
"Where'd you get the money for this?" Joel asked Sarah, silently asking for your help to buckle the watch on his wrist.
"Drugs. I sell hard core drugs."
You rolled your eyes, giving her a disapproving Mom look.
"Better than what I do." Joel muttered, admiring the watch.
"It was only twenty dollars.. Which I stole from you." She elaborated once she saw the look Joel gave her. "I could've stolen sixty, but I put the change back because I'm an honest thief."
"Mhm."
"Besides, it's the thought that counts. You were never gonna do it for yourself, so.."
Joel stared at her, letting the room fall silent for just a moment. "Thank you." He went back to fidgeting with the watch; Joel was never amazing at showing his emotions, but both you and Sarah could tell he was grateful.
You nodded at the pillow behind Sarah, watching her eyes light up. "Oh yeah! There's one more." She pulled out a DVD case from behind the pillow, causing Joel to grab it from her once he realized what it was. "I borrowed it from the Adler's."
"Oh! This is the one with the deleted scenes!"
"Yeah, imagine how bad those have to be."
Joel handed you the case, excitedly showing you where it said ''deleted scenes.''
"Come on. Pop it in; we've gotta celebrate your birthday." Sarah said with a soft smile.
You got up and shoved the disk into the player, plopping back down on the couch when you were done. Both you and Sarah curled into either of Joel's sides, causing a wide smile to spread across his lips.
"Now, you guys can't fall asleep now."
"Of course not. It's too riveting." Sarah said, making both you and Joel huff out a laugh.
-
Of course, you and Sarah fell asleep.
It was midnight by now, both you and Sarah remained huddled up against Joel's sides, your soft snores buried under the screams from the movie.
Joel's phone began to vibrate on the coffee table, making Sarah stir beside him.
"Hello?" Joel whispered when he answered, trying not to wake the two of you.
You woke up not a moment later, Joel's conversation and the TV became loud enough to wake you. You listened closely, hearing Tommy's muffled voice on the phone.
With the way Joel let out a long sigh and the rambling on the line, it sounded like Tommy got arrested again.
"Okay." Was all Joel said before he hung up, mumbling a quiet, "Fucking idiot." Before trying to figure out how he was gonna untangle himself from the couch.
"Who was that?" You whispered, sitting up so you could stretch.
"Fucking Tommy got into another fight. I've gotta go bail him out." He slowly slid off of the couch, turning to gently pick up Sarah.
You silently followed him upstairs, opening Sarah's door for him before making your way to your own room. Knowing Sarah was asleep, you didn't bother closing the door as you got changed into your pajamas.
"I'll be back in an hour, okay?" Joel said from the doorway, watching as you pulled on a pair of cotton shorts.
"Alright, just be safe, alright?"
Joel gave you a quiet nod, which put your mind at ease.
You walked over and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "You know I love you, right?"
Joel pressed his palm against your cheek, kissing your forehead in return. "I know."
You both nodded, saying your goodnights before you made your way to your bed, hearing Joels keys jingling from downstairs.
Knowing he wasn't home made you anxious. You couldn't help but think back to the conversation you had with Sarah earlier, about the police and such. You had a bad feeling in your gut, but you had no choice but to push it away.
Nothing bad is going to happen. Everything is fine.
You repeated the mantra in your mind until you soon fell asleep.
-
Your eyes snapped open when you heard Joel scream your name from downstairs, his boots thumping against the stairs as he jumped up them.
You reached over and turned on the light, looking back to see Joel racing towards you.
"We've gotta go right fucking now."
"What? Why-"
"Now!" He grabbed your arm, pulling you out of bed and back downstairs.
You managed to grab your coat and shoes before you got outside, seeing that Sarah and Tommy were already in the truck.
Joel helped you into the backseat before he climbed in next to Tommy in the front, yelling at him to drive, though he was already stomping on the gas pedal.
"What the fuck is going on Joel?" You asked, sitting on the edge of your seat so you could see where you were going.
You watched as Tommy turned around in the yard, turning back onto the road. The headlights of the truck illuminated the Alder's yard; both Mr. and Mrs. Adler stumbled out of their home and towards the road, both of them covered in blood.
"Holy shit, Joel! We have to help them!"
Joel still didn't say anything to you. "Drive." He told Tommy, making both you and Sarah's eyes go wide.
Tommy hesitated for a moment, but then stomped on the gas, successfully hitting Mrs. Adler.
You held your hand against your stomach, a wave of nausea washing over you. Your ears began to ring, making it nearly impossible to hear what they were saying.
Sarah kept asking if you were all sick, Tommy yelled at the car that almost hit the truck, Joel tried to comfort Sarah and give Tommy directions. It was all such a mess.
You slid over a seat, wrapping your arms around Sarah to comfort her. You were both shaking, fearing the unknown.
"I've got you, baby." You whispered, gently dragging your nails along her back. Though she melted into your embrace, she continued to shake, her quick heartbeat thumping against your shoulder.
Soon you were in the city, where hundreds of people ran around the streets like chickens with their heads cut off; some were even covered in blood. Some seemed to be chasing the others.
Some were eating people in the streets.
You covered Sarah's eyes, refusing to let her see such a sight. It took everything in you not to throw up yourself.
Time moved by so fast it all felt like a dream.
And god damnit you hoped it was.
Tommy and Joel fought over where to drive to as crowds of people flooded the streets. And over all of the screaming, you could hear a quiet whistling sound.
Against your instinct, you turned to look out the back window, seeing a plane rapidly heading nose first towards the ground.
"Joel!" You screamed out, making Joel turn to see what was wrong.
His eyes went wide. "Fuck! Tommy, go now!"
But it was too late. The plane crashed into the ground with a squeal, making all of your ear's tense. That was the last thing you remembered before you blacked out.
When you finally came to, Sarah was lying next to you in the flipped truck, watching something outside of the shattered back window.
You turned to see what she was looking at; the sight draining the blood from your face.
A man was sitting on top of a woman, his mouth firmly planted on her neck, causing blood to stream down her collarbone and shoulders.
You recognized the man. He had come into the store this morning, telling you about how his wife had suddenly fallen ill with some kind of flu, you recalled.
"Sarah?" Joel called out, grabbing his daughters' hip. "Shit guys. Don't look at that." He started untangling Sarah from the vehicle, trying to quiet her whimpers as he worked.
Tommy pried open the door closest to you, hooking his arms under your shoulders and dragging you out.
You screamed in pain, your arm twisted out of place.
"Ah fuck!" Tommy muttered. "This is gonna hurt like a bitch.." And before you could register what he was doing, he grabbed your arm and twisted as hard as he could, snapping it back into place.
Your breath caught in your throat; the pain so sharp you couldn't even make a sound. Tears welled in your eyes as your arm throbbed in pain. And though you didn't want to get up, Tommy pulled you to your feet anyways, making his way over to the end of the truck.
"Is she okay?" Joel called out, trying to look for you.
"I'm fine!" You called back, finally catching his gaze for a split second. And in that one, single moment, you felt safe.
"We have to get off of the street!" Tommy yelled out, a cop car slamming into the end of the truck not a second later.
The cars were stacked on top of one another, both of them engulfed in flames. You and Tommy searched for a space to see Joel and Sarah, the smoke making it nearly impossible.
Once Tommy found a clear space between the two vehicles, he told Joel to head for the river and that he'd meet him there.
"What? We can't get separated!" You protested, looking at Tommy as though he were crazy.
"We ain't got much of a choice!" Tommy pulled a gun out from behind him, handing it to you. "Come on!"
He grabbed your good wrist and dragged you towards the ally, though you still tried to protest.
"Fuck, no Tommy! I can't kill anybody!"
"Again, you ain't got much of a choice." You both ran through the streets, trying to hide from the masses.
You had to stop to breathe for a moment. You were shaking and hyperventilating, the stress made your body begin to shut down.
"What the fuck are you doing? We have to go now!"
You tried to run again, but your vision was beginning to go out; black slowly closeing in around you.
"Fuck." Tommy muttered, wrapping his arm around your shoulders so he could drag you along with him.
By the time you got to the river, you saw a man towering over Joel with his gun pointed at him; Sarah laid in the grass nearby.
Tommy shot the man without hesitation, all of you standing there in shock.
Sarah's sharp, quick breaths filled the air, turning your attention to her. "No."
You raced over and dropped down besides her, covering her bleeding stomach with your hands. "Baby no!"
Joel was suddenly next to her, his eyes wide as he stared at your blood-covered hands. "We've gotta go-" He tried to pick her up, but Sarah screamed out in pain, pushing him away. "Come on babygirl! You've gotta get up!" His voice cracked as he yelled for her to get up, desperately trying to find a way to make it better.
You placed your hand on his shoulder, your throat tightening as tears swelled in your eyes. "Joel honey.."
"No! Look, she's okay! See? Come on baby, tell 'em you're fine!" Joel hugged Sarah against his body, tears streaming down his cheeks as he muttered please over and over again.
You wrapped your arms around Joel and Sarah as best you could, breaking down when you felt Joel's hand squeeze your arm for comfort.
-
Seventeen Years Later...
"No, I'm fucking done with this shit!" Tommy said, shoving the door open as he stormed out of the broken-down building, you and Joel hot on his heels.
"You ain't got a choice Tommy! What else are you gonna do? Settle down somewhere nice? Huh? Let me remind you that the only other life there is out there is in another fucking QZ!"
"So, you'd let them murder innocent people rather than fight for a better life? All because you're too scared of some government?" Tommy asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
Joel scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Nobody's innocent."
"No, but everyone's a survivor. And I don't know about you, but I'd like to revive the human race, not help end it!"
Tommy had been aiding the FireFlies for the past three months now, claiming that they were trying to bring peace to QZ's around the continent. And though you agreed with them in theory, you thought they were going about all of this the wrong way.
You gently wrapped your hand around Joel's arm. "He's not wrong-"
"Jesus Christ! Now you?" Joel tore his arm away from you, stomping just a few feet away from you both. "I mean fuck! Y'all act like I want to do this shit!" He let out a humorless laugh, rubbing his hands over his face.
Tommy walked over to him, setting his hand on his shoulder. "Come on man. We'll leave these bastards behind, and we'll figure out something else- something better, okay?"
Joel shook his head, shrugging off his hand. "There ain't nothing out there Tommy!" A vein began to show on Joel's forehead, making your heart clench.
"Then you can keep doin' this shit on your own, because I'm done." Tommy stormed back inside to grab his stuff, leaving you alone with Joel.
"Listen-"
"You're going with him."
"What?" Your brows furrowed together; confusion evident on your features. "I'm not going anywhere without you-"
"You're goin'!" Joel snapped, surprising both of you with his tone. "And that's final."
You stormed over to him, pointing your finger in his face. "You don't get to tell me what to do. I can look after myself just fine, thank you."
"Good. Because you're gonna need to."
"What are you saying Joel? Don't you want to be together?" Your rage quickly faded as you studied his features, realizing what he meant. "No. Joel, we've been together twenty years- I can't lose you now. Not when we've come so far."
Joel placed his hand on your shoulder, finally allowing his eyes to meet yours. Seeing the tears welling up in your eyes hurt him on so many different levels. "I'm sorry." He pressed a kiss against your forehead, his entire body trembling against yours.
"Don't do this." You whispered, closing your eyes as the pain of losing him washed over you.
Without another word, Joel turned around and walked down the street, leaving you in tears.
"Joel! Fuck! Please come back!" You screamed out, your voice cracking as a sob began to rise in your throat. You felt Tommy's hand on your shoulder; you turned, hugging him as tight as you could as each sob wracked through your body.
"He'll come around." He said, though he didn't know how much he believed that himself.
-
About two months later, you and Tommy ran into a woman named Maria in Jackson, Wyoming.
You and Tommy had been walking for hours at that point, trying to find some kind of civilization that wasn't completely corrupted by the people or its own government.
You had asked if you could take a break for a moment, deciding that the open field that surrounded a river would be the perfect place to breathe.
Tommy reluctantly agreed, saying that you had five minutes while he went to find a place to 'take a piss,' in his own words.
You laid back on the ground for a while, closing your eyes to take in all of the smells and sounds of nature, trying to ignore the chill that always seemed to creep in through your heavy layers of clothing.
Though when you opened your eyes, a woman stood behind your head, pointing a gun in your face. You'll admit, Maria always knew how to make one hell of an impression.
She invited you and Tommy to come and live in the commune that the two of you hadn't even noticed; it's enormous gates only stood but two miles from where they had found you.
It's safe to say you both accepted. Though you agreed to keep an eye out for anything suspicious.
It had been months since then, and Jackson life seemed to be a perfect fit for the both of you.
It didn't take long for Tommy and Maria to begin dating, though you always knew there was something between the two of them.
And while a few different men in the commune tried to worm their way into your heart, you made it known that you weren't looking for any tenants at the moment.
Two years later and you still couldn't seem to let Joel go.
You had no idea if he were still alive at this point, but you held out hope. He had to be out there somewhere; you could feel it.
And while Jackson was absolutely perfect, you didn't get to stay here for free. You were paired up with a farmer named Kenny, the both of you tasked with taking care of the pigs and chickens, making sure their pens were clean and they had plenty of food and water.
"Morning Kenny! How's Miss Q doing this morning?" You asked as you closed the pen's gate behind you, reaching over to pet one of the pigs that were happily munching on their lunch.
"She seems to be doing a lot better after your last goodnight kiss." Kenny gestured towards the pig in question, who was playing in the mud with her baby piglets.
"Ahh, I'm glad to hear it! I was worried about her for a while there." Miss Q the pig lost one of her piglets during birth two weeks ago and she seemed to be in a funk ever since.
"You're tellin' me." Kenny said, handing you a shovel. "You start on the chickens while I refill their feed?"
You simply nodded, taking the shovel and heading out towards the chicken coup to clean out their pen.
On your way over, you heard men yelling commands to one another, and not a moment later the gate was open, allowing a group of people to come inside.
They already made a supply run the other day, so you didn't have a clue as to what they could be doing outside. Deciding to mind your own business, you walked on, making a mental note to ask Tommy about it over dinner.
That was, until you heard it.
"Tommy!"
Your eyes went wide as chills ran down your spine, your breath caught in your throat. You dropped your shovel, walking down the street towards the gates.
The closer you got, the more you believed it could actually be him. You saw Tommy holding the man in a tight embrace, carrying on a conversation you couldn't make out the words to.
You picked up your pace, now racing towards the men as fast as you could.
Hearing the sounds of boots stomping against the ground, the man looked up, his wide eyes staring straight into yours, making you stop right in your tracks.
"Joel." You whispered, your soft pants causing little white clouds to block your vision for a moment.
Joel pulled away from Tommy, gently brushing past him as he made his way over to you.
"Darlin'-"
You practically jumped on him, digging your nails into his back as you held him impossibly close, tearing up at the soft chuckle he let out.
"I'm here baby, it's alright." He whispered into your hair, holding you just as close.
You stayed like that for a while, neither of you wanting the moment to end just yet. You've wondered around for the past two years feeling as though you were missing something- like you weren't complete. And this was it; Joel was your missing half.
"Sooo, this is her, I assume?" You heard a girl say from behind you. You turned to face her, smiling at how cute she looked with the millions of layers of clothing.
Joel cleared his throat, introducing you to Ellie.
You shook her hand, giving her a warm smile. "I'm impressed, honestly. You're the oldest kid I've seen in a while that isn't completely stuck in a QZ."
"You should be. It isn't easy trying to survive with this asshole." Ellie said, making Joel roll his eyes.
"I got you here in one piece, didn't I?"
"Eh, the jury's still out."
You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but there was some kind of connection between the two of them. Even when you all were eating dinner in the cafeteria later on that night, you could see it.
And when it finally hit you, you couldn't help but tear up a bit.
You vividly remembered all of the dinners you had with Joel and Sarah over twenty years ago, listening to their playful banter and having to step in when one got offended.
"So," Ellie began, pulling you from your thoughts. "What happened?"
"What do you mean?" You asked, taking a sip from your glass of water.
"How did you and Joel get separated. Bastard won't tell me."
"Ellie." Joel warned, staring at her with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
"What? I'm curious!"
"Things just didn't work out, honestly. We both needed time away from each other I guess." You felt Joel's attention shift to you, though you couldn't bare to look at him in that moment.
Of course you were glad he was back, but that didn't make two years of heart break just go away with a snap of his fingers. It was going to take time.
Disappointed that your answer wasn't as interesting as she hoped, Ellie went back to eating her dinner.
"So, you never told me what brought you all the way out here. Tell me everything." You looked between Joel and Ellie, resting your chin on your fists.
Joel cleared his throat, glancing at Ellie before focusing on you. "Marlene wanted me to bring her out to Salt Lake with the other FireFlies."
"Why?"
"Uh- You know how Marlene is; she doesn't tell any of us much of anything-"
"You know Marlene?" Ellie asked, suddenly interested in the conversation.
"Sadly." Your eyes slightly squinted as you stared at Joel, looking him up and down with suspicion. He was always a horrible liar. "She always had a stick up her ass last time I saw her."
"Really? She was chill with me. She didn't even freak out when she saw that I was infect-"
Joel let out a loud cough, turning in his seat to look at Ellie with wide eyes.
"You're infected?" You asked, a small smile beginning to tug at your lips.
"She is, but listen-"
You held up your hand, cutting off Joel. "For how long?"
Ellie glanced at Joel, almost as if she were asking for permission before answering. "A couple of months."
You watched as Ellie pulled up the sleeve of her shirt, revealing a scarred over bite mark on her forearm.
You traced your finger over the skin, marveling at all of the cordyceps veins that spiraled around the bite. "Hm." You leaned back in your chair; Ellie pulled her sleeve back down. "How do you feel?"
"Fine, I guess. It's a little weird to know it's there though."
"Eh, you'll get used to it. Try being infected for two years." You said with a laugh, taking a sip from your drink.
"What?" Joel sat up straight in his seat, his eyebrows furrowing together.
"Oh, yeah!" You stood up and set your foot on the table, rolling up your jeans to reveal your own bite mark that lay just above your ankle.
Joel stared at your leg for a while, your conversation with Ellie was nothing but mumbles to him at this point.
It was his fault. If he hadn't been such an asshole then maybe this never would've happpened..
Joel stood from his chair, hurrying out of the room without saying a word.
"I'll be right back." You told Ellie, hurrying after him. When you got outside, Joel was leaning against the side of the building, a hand on his chest with his eyes squeezed shut. "Jesus Joel, what's wrong?"
"M'fine. Go back inside." Joel waved his hand out to dismiss you, trying to conceal his pain.
You placed your hand on his back, frowning when he flinched at your touch. "Hey, look at me."
"Baby-"
"Look at me, Joel."
Joel finally looked up at you, meeting your piercing gaze.
"Breathe with me?" You asked as you took a deep breath in, following up with five more when he began to copy you.
He took another deep breath by himself this time, standing up straight. "I swear, I don't know why those keep happening."
"They're panic attacks, baby. I'm sure everyone in the world gets 'em at this point." You pressed your back against the wall, crossing your arms over your chest. "What caused it?"
Joel shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Was it my bite? If so, then you have to know that it wasn't your fault-"
"Of course it was my fault." He put his hands on his hips with a huff. "If I had just- been there, then maybe things would've been different.."
"But I'm fine, aren't I?"
"And if you weren't? What would I have done then, huh?" Joel snapped, now inches from your face. "I can't live in a world without you. I've lost too much already."
"C'mere." You grabbed the edge of his shirt and pulled him close to you, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. "I'm safe. You're safe. We're safe. Okay?"
Joel stared at you for a moment, fear evident on his features. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you firmly against his chest. "Okay."
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Seven Sentence Sunday
Tagged by the amazing @lavellenchanted (thank you <3) to share seven sentences from a current WIP.
(yes, this is a bit more than seven sentences, but, well, it's not Sunday anymore either, so let's follow the spirit of the meme and not the letter, shall we?)
He was afraid to know the answer, but he couldn't help asking. "When you were married to Matthew, did you ever... I don’t know, ask yourself if you wanted another baby?" April shook her head vigorously. "No. Not at all. At first we were busy adjusting to being a blended family, to life with a baby and a toddler and parents who were still grieving." She swallowed hard, and he refrained from going to her. "It was never a thing we talked about, and I had other concerns. And then Covid happened, and between the chaos, the long hours, the distance... It was never a question." She looked at him and bit her lip, and he knew she wanted to ask but was afraid of his answer. "You know, I hated being an only child. And I know that she’s not, not really, that Samuel is her brother, but I never wanted for Harriet to grow up without siblings she could play with, fight with, learn with. But after she was born, I never seriously entertained the idea of having more kids, because..." The next part was a bit difficult to say, and he lowered his gaze, suddenly feeling shy. "Because you and I were over, and I guess it never occurred to me to have more kids if you weren't their mother."
Tagging @japril12, @japrilfools, @jenniferiawrence, @useragarfield and @benwvatt if you want to do it!
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Hi!!! I am such a fan of all your fics, especially the trainees and their shenanigans. But imagine the implications of Alec basically raising dozens of kids!!!! 10-15 years down the line, he literally has all these Shadowhunters, maybe some in different Institutes, who would do ANYTHING for him while also being (probably) married to the most powerful warlock alive and raising another.
Imagine a threat to his life in this scenario. Like someone comes after him, or tries to poison him. The Clave itself would be scared to intervene would that investigation.
Sorry if that got too long!
Hi! I’m delighted to hear you enjoy my silly fics and the trainees, who have completely taken on a life of their own, lol. 😁 Also, please don’t apologize about long asks! I adore long asks!. And short ones. All asks are good.😊
And oh no, Alec being hurt by someone coming after him, or surviving an assassination attempt *would* make them all see red. I can just imagine the carnage Magnus and the trainees would leave behind. I’m pretty sure they’ll terrify so many people in trying to find the culprit (and they will find the culprit, and enact justice because the Clave has no business handling this, this is personal thank you very much) that nobody dares to go after Alec again.
Threatening Alec becomes a sign of insanity after that. Proof you need to get evaluated because Redflower (Clara) took down three Forsaken bare-handed (not entirely true), Stonewell (Leo) single-handedly took out seven shadowhunters by striking them down with their weapons (true). Bhasin (Arjun) summoned a dragon (it was his backpack, but true otherwise). The Lightwood ward (Madzie) and the youngest Lightwood (Max) snuck inside the Council room without setting off any wards, alarms or demon towers just to inform - read threaten - the Council they would be handling things (true) and Bane smiled. He smiled. It might not sound like much but any shadowhunter who was present and saw it agrees they would rather face down a large Shax nest alone than have to see that smile again.
It takes Alec five months after his near-death experience to calm his kids and husband enough to stop them from calling him every hour to check if he’s still okay.
#Thanks for asking#foodsies rambles#Repeat after me#this will not become yet another AWG one-shot#I already have too many plotbunnies#We are not adding yet another one#Also Sarah’s laughter goes down in Nephilim history as the scariest thing to exist outside of Magnus’ smile#Hideaki is nice to their opponents though#As is Aridane#They just draw them a picture of what they will look like if they don’t start talking soon
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Desperate for some domestic horny SandRay, like deep in their DEFINITELY EVENTUAL relationship. If you'd ever spare some mercy on my soul and decide to write something about this I'll be eternally grateful 🥺
Hiii!! Since we just met these characters and they’re both disaster muffins in their own unique ways, I can’t actually picture them in a long-term relationship right now. I can, however, picture them in a slightly toxic situationship that they both refuse to acknowledge is real. So I wrote that instead. It’s definitely horny, though, so I hope you still like it! 💕 [Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 1542]
Sand would be lying if he said he wasn’t exhausted. Between school, the three jobs he was currently juggling, and the nights he spent entertaining Ray, there was hardly any time left for sleep. And yet, as soon as his alarm went off, he sat up in bed and silenced it. Next to him, Ray grumbled out his dissatisfaction at the noise, but he didn’t open his eyes. Unlike Sand, he wasn’t beholden to any schedule—a few missed classes were nothing a hefty donation from his father couldn’t handle—and although the system that allowed such inequality to exist irked Sand, for some reason Ray didn’t.
Sand looked down at him, sleeping peacefully on a silk pillow, and instead of the irritation that had been commonplace when they first met, all he felt was fondness. Although their lives couldn’t have been more different, Sand knew that Ray needed rest just as much as he did. That should have been his first clue that he was already in too deep.
With a weary sigh, Sand stood and began getting dressed in a bedroom that was bigger than his whole apartment. Only once he was done did he turn to find that Ray had been watching him.
“Don’t go,” Ray said, his voice half-whine, half-command. Sand sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked Ray’s sleep-mussed hair. Ray still hadn’t picked his head up off the pillow and he had an air about him of a prince being serviced. He usually did.
“Some of us actually have to work for a living, rich boy,” Sand said, but there was no bite to his words. “I have class in an hour. I have to go.”
“Five more minutes,” Ray countered as if they were bartering.
“No. Now,” Ray said, but before Sand could stand to make his words a reality, Ray grabbed his wrist and held him in place.
“Please?” he begged, pulling on Sand’s arm like a child trying to get their mother’s attention. When that didn’t work, he pulled harder. “Please, Sand? Please?”
“Ray,” Sand grumbled, but—as usual—he found it impossible to say no when Ray was looking up at him with those eyes and that pout. Especially when what he was offering was so tempting. So, against all logic and common sense, Sand lay down in bed next to the boy he had so stupidly given his heart to and he watched as his face lit up like sunshine, pleased to have gotten his way.
“See,” Ray said, stroking Sand’s cheek. “Was that so hard?”
No, Sand thought. Being with Ray like this was easy. It was the parts that came after that were hard. But before he could dwell on that too much, Ray closed the distance between them with a kiss.
The kiss was passionate and hungry—the way all of Ray’s kisses were, as if anything less were too intimate—and although his breath was stale from sleep and Sand was still on a time crunch, he found that he didn’t mind it.
Ray threw his leg over Sand’s hip and flipped them so that Sand was lying flat on the bed with Ray above him, his hands resting on Sand’s chest as if to hold him down. When Sand looked up at him, he was smirking.
“I really do have to go,” Sand said, “unless you plan to support me financially once I flunk out.”
“Well…” Ray pursed his lips as if he was considering Sand’s request. “What if I make it worth your time?”
Ray liked to do this. He liked to pay for things. It was almost as if he didn’t know how to have a relationship that wasn’t transactional. Sand didn’t know how to make him understand that when Sand stayed, he stayed for him. He was pretty sure if he told him outright, he would leave. The thing about Ray was that he didn’t actually want somebody to love him because he didn’t believe that he was a person worth loving. It was easier to let him think that Sand only wanted him for his body and his money than to explain that he cared for him despite those things, not because of them.
He placed his hands loosely on Ray’s hips and sighed. “What exactly did you have in mind?”
Ray’s answering smirk could only be described as diabolical. He shuffled his way down Sand’s body, never breaking eye contact, and made quick work of undoing his pants. Then, when Sand didn’t stop him, he pulled them down completely. Sand wasn’t hard—not yet—but all it took was one swipe of Ray’s tongue to make him stiffen to attention. That was all the motivation he needed to forget his obligations and just enjoy it. After all, he knew that whatever this was was temporary.
“Do you want me to stop?” Ray asked coyly, nosing along Sand’s cock like a cat with a toy.
“Ray, I swear to god…”
Ray smirked at his annoyance and then swallowed him down.
Although Sand was loathe to admit it, Ray was by far the best sex he’d ever had—at least when he was sober. He’d told him as much a few weeks back and ever since, he’d noticed a change in Ray’s drinking. They now fucked sober more often than not and it was nice. When he looked into Ray’s eyes, he could actually see him there.
Sand moaned and let his head fall back against the pillows. Ray made quick work of him, sucking up to the tip and then back down far enough to bury his nose in the hair at the base of Sand’s dick, his rhythm slow at first and then unforgivably fast. He kept his eyes locked on Sand’s the whole time.
“Ray,” Sand said breathlessly. “I’m going to come.”
He wasn’t wearing a condom and it seemed polite to give a warning, but Ray didn’t seem bothered by the announcement. He did pull off of Sand’s cock though, replacing his mouth with his hand, and then he stayed there, his tongue resting at the tip of his dick, mouth wide open, as he jerked him off. It was that image that finished him.
Sand came with a grunt, closing his eyes tight, and Ray stroked him through it until Sand was spent and sated. It was only once he opened his eyes that he realized what a mess he had made. Ray’s face, smirk and all, was covered in come.
Ray crawled back up Sand’s body and hovered over him as he licked his lips clean. Like he was proud of himself. Like he wanted Sand to see.
“Jesus Christ,” Sand groaned, throwing his arm over his face so that he wouldn’t have to look Ray in the eyes. “You did that on purpose.”
Ray removed Sand’s arm and then shrugged, not even bothering to deny it. “You like me when I’m dirty,” he said. Sand swallowed hard. He hadn’t realized he had been so obvious about it, but there was just something about seeing Ray without the crisp, clean, rich boy facade around him. It made Sand feel like the only person in the world who truly knew him. It made him feel special.
He sat up, forcing Ray to sit down on his lap, and kissed his own seed from Ray’s lips. It was intimate and seductive and he realized immediately how dangerous it was to indulge such an urge, but he was too come-drunk to care. He let his lips roam farther, cleaning Ray’s cheeks, his nose, his eyelashes, and Ray just sat there and let him do it. As if he had expected no less.
This was Sand’s favorite Ray—sassy and spoiled, but sober. He wanted to reward him for it, to show him that the alcohol wasn’t the only thing that could make him feel good. So he reached into his boxers.
Ray smirked and let Sand get his hand around him, but before he could do more than touch, Ray stopped him and put Sand’s hand back into his lap. Sand looked up at him, baffled.
“You’ll be late,” Ray said simply.
“I’m already late.”
“Not if I drive you,” Ray said, climbing out of bed. “Just let me wash my face and we can leave.”
Then he got up and did just that, leaving Sand dumbfounded in his wake. It was moments like this that made him wonder if what they were doing was more than it was, but he found it best not to dwell on the possibility too deeply. Instead, he cleaned himself up, straightened the clothes Ray had rumpled, and then watched Ray get dressed from his spot on the bed, pretending that everything was fine, but knowing deep down that he was already too far gone.
#i'm still getting used to these characters and i'm sure my perception of them will change as the series goes on#but for now i thought this was kinda cute 🥹#thanks for the request!#only friends the series#only friends fic#sandray#sandray fic#sarah writes things#asks
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❝ stop touching my nipples ❞ — "noel gallagher" to "liam gallagher"
#liam gallagher#noel gallagher#oasis#saturday night live#snl50#thank god i don't feel cringe anymore bc#thank god i don't feel cringe anymore because i actually enjoyed this😭#although i do have to say...#unrealistic as FUCK because noel would never ask liam to stop🙂↕️#@ jay and sarah did y'all watch the wibbling rivalry to prepare for this#be honest because i know y'all did#i don't even care that the accents weren't perfect#the dynamic was SO good the bickering was SO cute GOD im obsessed
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