#'you of all people asking for change' i honestly laughed cuz that's just a good line but also godfuckin dammit
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i'm not even done with the new rwd episode but. spoilers ahead
anyway funny thing. i wasn't like, super on board with the professionals when i was first binging through the first 3 seasons and especially once we got to season 3 i tunnel visioned on VR-LA and MR-SN super hard (as is probably extremely obvious from my art) but like. 4.5?? the exchange they had??? the fucking breakup scene???? yeah. yeah i get it now. i have no idea why or what changed but i have now Gotten It at the worst possible timing. what the hell
#rolling with difficulty#usually i don't tag my rambles but just this once i'm gonna do it i want to share my sadness onto other people#im like too sad to finish rhe rest of the episode but too mad to go to sleep so i'm just sitting here stewing#genuinely i have no idea what made it click for me but like#honestly every part of that conversation hit me like a truck#maxim saying it's rare for adventurers to voluntarily leave that life for 'something greater' - ouch????#like it's so fuckin targeted dear god but also yeah. yeah he would think that huh#vr-la saying he's here as a friend extending a curtesy and maxim immediately being like 'your flattery is unnecessary' like fuck man#'if you wish to avail of my friendship *or something more* i'm afraid that's no longer possible' there's so many layers of what the fuck#'you of all people asking for change' i honestly laughed cuz that's just a good line but also godfuckin dammit#and like just... all of what VR-LA said before he left. like the way neither of them are willing to make enough of a change to get out of th#this unstoppable force vs immovable object situation they're in#they're so like. perfectly in opposition. and it tickles my brain but also DAMN this conversation is painful#god. i hate this /pos#like YES I GET IT NOW BUT ALSO WHY *NOW*#angry and in pain#i guess to some extent it's also like#i've been in that situation where you and a good friend realise your lives are going in irreconcilably different directions#and you want to keep them in your life but it's just not possible with the way you want to live your life and they want to live theirs#and it HURTS and there's NOTHING you can do about it which makes it HURT SO MUCH MORE#fuck. what the hell#especially when the things they'd need to change would also be GOOD for them like maxim embracing change and accepting risks#and VR-LA learing some self-preservation#but at the same time it's like yeah of course they're gonna push each other away rather than change the way they view their lives#i mean both are painful but one of thems clearly easier than the other#i mean speaking from experience one is in fact clearly easier than the other
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Rating the Hazbin crew based on how well they’ll take care of you when you’re sick 🤒
Charlie🎶🏨:
8/10
So letting Charlie know you’re sick might actually be a bigger health concern for her than it is for you
She’s gonna act like you’re dying
She legitimately might make Razzle and Dazzle plan for a funeral
You are now gonna be on house arrest
No
Scratch that
You’re on bed arrest!
No getting up under any circumstances! 😤
She’s wait on you hand and foot till you’re 1000% better
She’s gonna be overbearing but in her defense, she REALLY doesn’t want you to suffer/die so please just bare with her
She just wants you to recover asap ;3;
Vaggie🗡️🦋:
7/10
Ok so on one hand…her chicken soup is pretty good
On the other hand…she’s a very “tough love” kinda gal to anyone who isn’t named Charlie Morningstar
It dose not help that she’s canonically Latina…
All my fellow Latinos know, if you get sick…you get the vaporub
And that is probably something Vaggie still firmly believes in
“Just rub some raporub on your chest and nose and walk it off, you’ll be good in no time!”
Said every Latino parent in history….
She’s probably never had to take care of many sick people in her human life, let alone her afterlife in hell
Cut her a bit of slack and just use the vaporub, she’s trying damn it!
Alastor🦌📻:
-12/10
N O
WHY WOULD YOU EVER COME TO THIS MAN FOR MEDICAL HELP!?!
Do you have a death wish or something!?
Best case scenario, he’ll help you but your soul is gonna be on the line for a while!
Worst case scenario, he’s just gonna let you suffer
And I don’t mean that he’s just gonna leave you to sleep in your room
No no no, that too boring
He’s gonna make sure no one else in the hotel knows of your predicament and he’s gonna watch you struggle and laugh at your misery…
For the love of all that is good in the universe…don’t let him know you’re sick…ever.
Angel Dust🕷️💕:
6/10
Ok
Listen…he’s not the worst option….but you do have better options
The problem asking Angel to help you when you’re sick is that you’re sick…
You’re gross…he doesn’t want not on his fluff
But if y’all are very close…
Like besties or lovers? That changes the game
He’ll cuddle you, no questions asked
So it really depends on who you are to him how much effort he’s gonna put in
He’s also kinda forgetful
For example, if you ask him for a cup of tea, he’ll absolutely go brew a cup for you
But you better pray that nothing and no one distracts him!
Cuz otherwise just forget about having hot tea or tea in general…
He’s pretty shit at remembering to take medication at certain times too so I’d set multiple reminders
Even then…might not help much…
He is a pretty good cook though so rest assured, you will be very well fed during your recovery period
Husk🐈⬛🥃:
10/10
Will this crusty old man complain about having to help you? Yes.
Will he bitch and moan every time you ask him for another cup of tea? Absolutely.
Will he curse under his breath while holding your hair back as you puke your brains out for the 10th time in the past 24 hours? Without question.
But he’s still fucking helping you
He can say whatever the hell he wants, he’s waiting on you hand and foot till you’re better of his own volition
He’s out here making some of the best damn soup you’ve ever had he’s gonna make sure you finish every last spoonful god damn it!
If you gotta take medication on a schedule, best believe he’s setting multiple timers
You’re also taking all the naps you need, no arguments! 😤
If you ask, he will cuddle you, but he will make you swear on your mother’s grave that you won’t tell a soul he did that for you
He’d rather chop his arms off than admit this, but he is genuinely worried for you and just wants you to recover
You did not hear that from me though 🤐
Niffty🪡🐞:
5/10
Oh she makes some of the best soup! 🥣
Her home cooked meals are delicious
Honestly the best part of having Niffty taking care of you is just how well fed you’re gonna be 🥰
But this is Nifty we’re talking about…
So she’s gonna be….Nifty….
She’s gonna hover uncomfortably close to the bed while you rest…
Just…watching you…
She’s not even trying to be creepy or anything
She’s just making sure you’re ok
But like…she’s starting a little too intensely at you…not blinking even once…
She’s just waiting to see if you want tea or something tbh
She just forgot you’re supposed to blink
She’ll also just watch you sleep
Not sure why…she just does
If she’s feeling ✨spicy✨…she miiight give you some questionable medicine…
Like, medicine she found in Alastor’s room….
Please get an actual doctor 🙏
Sir Pentious🐍🥚:
2/10
No
Just…no
Get an actual doctor
Please!
He means well
He really does!
But this man died in the Victorian era!
Don’t let a man with medical knowledge form the Victorian era help you!
He will use leeches on you!
And that’s the best case scenario for you!
And for the love of all that is good in the world, do NOT let the egg boys help!
They all share a brain cell between them and I don’t think any of them is ever fully away of where it is at any given moment
They’re likely to take one look at you and think the best way to reduce your fever is to stick you in an ice bath…for hours….
Go to an actual doctor if you wanna keep your ability to breathe. Please.🙏
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thinking about joel obviously and i just
joel caught up in the moment, probably drunk (actually off alcohol or pu$$y Ima) and letting a fantasy of his slip out where he wants a MMF 3some just to fill reader up…... but denies it later when she brings it up..... but she tries to arrange it with some dude and they get pretty far into the process - - like meet up at a bar and hang out with plans on all going home together..... but jealous!joel changes his mind (shocker!) and keeps reader all to himself, probably fucking in the car before they make it home Imao
specific yes but.
you're a good writer. you can do it. please.
𝕚 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 - 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨 - joel miller x reader
complete masterlist | joel miller masterlist
words || 𝟟.𝟜𝕜
summary || in which the reader and joel do some experimenting?? (just look at the ask)
a/n || i am such a waffler man this was supposed to be a quick and easy response and now it's over 7k??
➵ hey nonnie hope you enjoy i know it's long. i actually adored the request so much and it made me blush when i first read it on the bus. also, i realized like halfway through that you had likely wanted pre-outbreak but it is, in fact, post-outbreak and set in jackson.
➵ no ellie in this one though, guys, but there is like a male oc who the reader is kinda with for a bit - just look at the ask, honestly
➵ poe and thomas from tmr requests in my asks - i see you and you will be answered so soon!
➵ evidently i am now also a whore for oscar isaac so sen over lil moon knight, santiago or poe requests if you have 'em. planning on writing for leto from dune too - just too much of dilf to ignore, unfortunately.
➵ like very 18+/MDNI content, and heed warnings cuz by god is this one of the sluttiest, smuttiest things i've ever written
➵ not edited (yet)
➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!
warnings || fluff/smut/smidge of angst
➵ unprotected p.i.v. ➵ sex after alcohol consumption (fully consensual though)➵ finger sucking + gagging➵ lotta threesome mentions and fantasizing➵ bitty bit of spit play➵ semi-public sex + exhibitionism➵ mirror sex➵ oral (m receiving) ➵ cum swallowing ➵ cum ig (tell me if i miss anything)
"are you feeling alright?" she blinked up at the man in front of her, broken out of her daydream.
"huh? yeah, yeah - i'm fine. why'dya ask?" he shrugs.
"looked like you'd fallen asleep over there. actually, you've got a little bit of drool-" all grogginess evaporates from her as she brings her sleeve up to wipe the corner of her mouth that he'd gestured to. he laughed at her bugged-out reaction, keeling over, when she realizes he'd been joking - and she hadn't, in fact, been drooling.
"fuck off, man." he wheezes through his laughs.
"you should have seen your face!"
they were the last two sat at the kitchen, serving dinner to the last few residents of jackson who had come in for a late meal. it'd been a long day for her, as she attempted to pick up shifts to help with the town's current shortage of workers - too many out with the flu at the moment.
it was a bit absurd, honestly, having so many afflicted by the common cold when there was a whole apocalyptic fungus about.
nevertheless, she'd finished cooking a few hours ago, and now, her and her coworker were finishing portioning the meals and wrapping the sliver of leftovers for the next day. with only a few people sat around the makeshift cafeteria, the both of them were sat in the cleaned kitchen, trying not to fall asleep.
she'd known him - jake - since she'd been in jackson: her first superior when she'd joined the food industry in the small town. he was nice and welcoming at first, but as they were put on more shifts together and had more silent hours to kill, she'd realized how dumb he was.
affectionately, of course.
he loved to make stupid jokes and laugh at stupid things. he liked to believe stupid things, and say even more stupid things to her.
she sat through them, laughing at his antics or willing away her annoyance at his childishness. nevertheless, he was one of her close friends, and - as much as she thought he was dumb - he was there enough of the time for her to accustom to him.
they're snapped out of their banter by the bell at the door ringing, signalling someone had walked in. they both walk out, ready to serve the very late townsman, until she realizes who it is as they near.
she slips out from behind the booth to greet him, placing a soft kiss to his cheek as he grips her side in a half-bear hug.
"hey, joel."
"how're ya, baby?" she nods, detaching.
"i'm - i'm okay."
"long day, ain't it?" she nods meekly at his assessment, smiling when his large hand presses over her shoulder, subtly massaging the tense muscles there as she turns back to jake.
"'lright, i should get back, joel -" she starts, but is cut off by her colleague's disagreement.
"no, you guys head home. i'll finish up here." she hesitates, immediately disagreeing.
"no - i shouldn't-"
"don't worry about it." jake's words hold a finality, and she salutes him as he laughs.
"alright - i'll see you tomorrow. okay?" he nods, waving them off as joel guides her out. he's moving a little fast - a little urgent - and it makes her laugh.
"are we in a rush?" she mumbles, taking in the cold of the night air as she sucks in a breath.
"hmm?" joel's voice is gruff, and, only when she glances at him under the streetlight does she notice the flush on his face.
"are - are you drunk?" he stays quiet, and she snakes her arm around him, smiling at the warmth he provided, "okay, how about 'how much have you had to drink'?" his lips don the ghost of a smile as they approach her place.
"just enough to remind me how much i miss you." he mumbles, crowding her back as she opens the door, quick to take her bag, and then her shoes, and then her jacket, and then her sweater off of her, leaving her goosebumped in the aftermath of the cold wind hitting her on her near bare front.
she was quick to realize that it was one of those nights - and she sure wasn't complaining, wrapping her fingers around joel's hair as his head dips to meet her neck, sighing contently at the action. his hands clasp - almost desperately - on her hips, pulling her straight into her bedroom, as he continued leaving a trail of wet kisses along her neck.
she grips at the collar of his flannel, tracing her hands over the top of it until she reaches the buttons at the front, eagerly slipping them off, and his deft fingers perform the same action over her jeans, the button almost as eager as she was, slipping undone swiftly.
she grips his cheeks, pushing his lips to connect with her own, wanting to taste the 'just enough' whiskey or beer he'd had while waiting for her.
and, fuck, did it taste good - a harsh taste that had clung to his teeth, which she eagerly licked off. it tasted aged, and rough around the edges - but that was probably just him.
she moaned into his mouth as he pulled her jeans just low enough to gain access to her cunt, swiping his fingers over the fabric of her soft underwear - where she'd practically soaked through the garment.
"fuck, baby - all for me?" his head dips into the small space between them as he moans, his mumble being confirmed by her vigorous nodding and the jolt of her hips when he applied just a hint of pressure. she pushes his shirt off as his fingers continue to explore the extent of her arousal, before he's pushing her down into a laying position over her bed.
he pulls her jeans off the rest of the way, and she rises just enough to grasp his belt, unbuckling it - but not taking it off. when she'd looked up at him, she'd realized that tonight was a i need you - right now night, and his trousers would probably only remain unzipped and lowered enough to take his cock out.
so, she does just that, pushing them down just enough to pull his cock out, stroking him lightly as he lets out another low groan.
"you want me-" though she can see the way he's aching for her, she knows he's still - as the gentleman he is - going to ask if she wants more satisfaction beforehand.
"inside. right now." it's supposed to be a cheeky command, but the desperation in her voice breaks the illusion. it's more than enough for joel, though, gripping his cock and slipping her underwear to the side, only taking a moment to run a finger over her soaked folds and exhaling deep and low.
his tip nudges against his clit, making her hips buck, catching him on her entrance, and allowing him to push inside her.
"oh, fuck-" it falls from his mouth - practically without permission - and his sentiment is shared by her, breaths shallow as he fills her.
"oh - god - that's so good, joel - 't's'good-" her words her garbled nonsense, and the desperate nature of them spur him on, letting out a gruff moan as he bottoms out.
he can feel her clenching around him - obviously trying to adjust to the size of him - and it's doing all sorts of things to his head. he allows her breath to even just slightly, before he pulls back and pushes inside her, watching her mouth fall open at the sharp action.
she was so fucking pretty - her eyes glazed over as she felt him repeat the action, his thrusts determined and rough, her mouth hung open, mind seemingly blank, as not even a word escapes her.
he slows down for a moment, and sees the moment of annoyance fall over her features, her brows scrunching as she goes to question his actions. he removes one of his hands from their grip on her waist, bringing it up to cup the side of her face. his thumb strokes her cheek for a second, making her relent and smile at the soft action, before he takes her by surprise, speeding up, and bringing his hand closer to her chin, his thumb ghosting her open lips.
"oh - oh, my god-" her moans are quiet, a whimper pressed under his finger, and as her mouth falls open again, he rests his thumb against her tongue, watching her features flash in confusion, before she succumbs, almost instinctively wrapping her lips over his thick finger.
it's a pretty sight - in a fucked way - and it makes his thrusts quicken, her eyes squeezing shut and her mouth humming around his thumb at the sensation. his eyes watch the hollow of her cheeks as she suckles him, the flick of her tongue against his nail, the slight rock of her head up and down. her moans sound garbled and mumbled against him, and that makes them sound more desperate - as though she was trying so hard to let him know how good he felt, but couldn't get it across while her mouth was occupied.
he pressed up closer against her, removing his thumb and replacing it with his index and middle fingers. it wasn't a challenge for her mouth, but she could feel herself gag when he pushed them down - and he found the sound fucking hot.
"christ - gonna have to fill you up like this every time." so distracted by his cock and his fingers, she nods without paying too much attention, until his next sentence: "want me to get someone else to do it? watch someone fill your mouth while i fuck you like this?" her eyes widen at the notion, but she knows that he can feel the way she clenches around him at the thought, and a grunt escapes him, his hips stuttering at the sensation, "fuck, you like that, don't you? so greedy, pretty baby, ain't i enough?" he can see the way her eyes widen at his words, as she was totally not saying that. he's sure her small movements around his fingers are the shake of her head, and it makes him laugh, "that's okay, baby, i wanna see it too. wanna see you get filled up-" his words swim in her head, and he's still talking, but she can't hear him anymore, her stomach clenching at the feeling of her orgasm.
she's sure she squeals around him or something, because his thrusts speed up just slightly: his hands are a bit rougher on her body, and his movements are a bit more intentioned.
"that's it, baby, d'ya wanna cum for me?" she nods, and he smiles, pulling his fingers out of her mouth, and trailing his spit slicked digits over her cunt, ghosting over her clit, making her moan come out loudly, "i didn't hear you, pretty girl," she looks up at him, gripping one of his biceps and the hand on her waist.
"please - please, joel, lemme cum - please?" it seemed to be the only word in her vocabulary, the way she was pleading, and he relented, nodding his head.
"go 'head, baby - cum, cum f'r'me." his accent becomes more pronounced as his own words become mumbled, his thrusts growing sloppy and less calculated. it's more than enough for her to oblige, feeling the growing knot in her stomach snap so hard her legs begin to shake, squealing at the sensation. his continued movements inside her are spurred by the clench of her cunt as he feels his own orgasm close, thrusting in a few more times, before pulling out and finishing over her.
they're both breathing deeply, trying to catch their breaths, and she's still twitching. he pulls off of her, allowing her some space to recover, before he walks into the bathroom of her place to clean up and find something for her.
when he comes back out, she already looks close to sleep, so he avoids saying all too much, focusing instead on slowly and gently cleaning her, pressing soft kisses to her crown or her fingertips. she lays down as he returns to the bathroom, seeing her practically passed out, her body curled against the side of the bed, and leaving a him-shaped spot by him.
he slides in beside her, feeling the warmth of her bare skin against his own, and lulling into an exhausted sleep of his own.
she woke up earlier than him the next day, knowing he preferred to sleep in late, especially since being in jackson. she rose to make herself - and him, when he decided to wake up - some breakfast, keeping her stove on low heat so that the sizzle of her eggs wouldn't cause too much noise.
she's in her own thoughts all morning, first adamant in getting ready so that she can go to work - before she remembers what he said last night.
'want me to get someone else to do it? watch someone fill your mouth while i fuck you like this?'
she didn't have a moment to process his words in her wrecked state last night, but her ability to mull over them this morning left her very confused.
sure, she didn't mind the idea of the fantasy - but that's under the precedent that she'd never thought about it before. joel had never said anything like that to her before - in fact, if anything, she thought joel hated the idea of her with someone else, always ready to pull her into him or grip her with purpose in the presence of other people who looked at her with too much interest.
so, his admission the previous night wasn't something she'd dismiss - but something she'd have to speak with him about after he'd woken up.
which, to her surprise, happened sooner than later, when she felt his arms wrap around her as she absentmindedly stirred her scrambled eggs, too focused on other things. she jolts against him, squeaking, but he takes the majority of the impact, still holding onto her tightly as he rested his head on her shoulder.
"jesus, joel - you scared the hell outta me." she catches her breath, tipping her head back onto his own shoulder, and smiling lightly at her reaction.
"good mornin' to ya too, sweetheart." he mumbles, good-naturedly. she laughs at his slightly monotone, unafflicted tone, before brushing him off and nudging him in the direction of the table, which he reluctantly obliges. she plates up their simple breakfast of toast and eggs, placing them on the table as he runs two glasses of water for them.
when they're both sat down and eating, she clears her throat.
"late today." it's a mumble, reminding him she'd be home late again, having been placed on another long shift.
"again?" he's curious - she'd pulled a lot of them recently, "if they're overworkin' ya, i'll talk to tommy-" she smiles, shaking her head at the suggestion.
"no, joel - everyone's sick, it's just temporary." he looks like he wants to argue, but he nods, shrugging. she smiles, trying to cheer him up, "you can put me to bed like you did yesterday, yeah?" she says it as she reaches for the fingers splayed beside him on his outstretched arm as he ate, ghosting her own over them. she can see the hint of a smile ghost over his face, not looking her in the eyes - as she knows the memory of the previous night is at the front of his mind.
"'f ya want that, i'll give it to ya, baby." it's a promise, and she smiles, feeling her own face redden at his casual tongue. then, her face falls for a moment, realizing what she still has to ask him.
"joel - actually, i need to ask you something." he looks up at her with questioning eyes. his mouth's full, but she knows he's gonna answer her, so she asks away: "were you being serious last night?" his expression turns more confused, his chews slowing as he processes her words. she continues, "you know, about bringing someone else in?" he chokes at her words, swallowing harshly and coughing before taking a sip of water.
she's a bit shocked by the reaction, but waits as he recuperates, before he answers.
"what? i dunno wha' yer talkin' about, sweetheart." his accent is heavy as he goes to sip his water again. her eyes widen at the response, unbelieving that, across the many ways he could have answered her, he chose to lie. and, she knows he's lying, because his cheeks and neck have reddened, and he's not looking her in the eyes. she shakes her head, mouth agape.
"i'm not - i'm not freaked out or anything, it's just something i thought we should talk about-" he shakes his head, picking up his now-empty plate, and placing it away without looking at her.
"there's nothin' to talk about." it's dismissive, and, frankly rude. she goes to say something, but, seeing his back still to her, she bites her tongue and rolls her eyes. having lost her appetite, she eat the rest of her meal with gritted teeth, leaving for work after with a noticeable frigidness.
at work, jake's quick to mention her heightened annoyance. first, he pokes a bit of fun at it, before he realizes the extent of it. he goes to ask what's wrong - but decides that she needs a good laugh more than a shoulder to cry on, so he does just that for the next few hours.
he watches as her shell cracks - first from her cracking just a hint of a smile at something stupidly funny he'd done, then accidentally letting out a chuckle and, finally, essentially belly laughing, to the point where he had to hold her up to make sure didn't fall into the large pot of chilli that she was making.
her mood positively lifted by her coworker, she walks around with just a slightly bigger pep in her step. jake had done a good job, he thinks.
by the end of the day, though, she's thinking about joel - and what he'd said last night, again. she can't help the thought of including another person proliferating her mind, especially not today, as she realized not only how damn sweet coworker, funny guy, friend jake is, but also how his smile's a bit toothy, but nice to look at, or how his hair actually looks really good when it's a bit fucked up from his hands running through it when he took a break, or had to push it away from his face.
it was fucking unholy, was what it was, thinking about the poor guy who was just trying to br a friend to her - especially right after an argument with her boyfriend that morning. jake seemed to notice her faraway stares again tonight, poking fun at it, without realizing that he was part of the reason for them.
by the last end of her night shift, she was sure he had realized the slight distance she was trying to put between them, but the man didn't mind, knowing she had a lot to think about from her behavior that morning.
he thinks he knows the reason for it, when he sees her boyfriend walk inside more timidly than he'd ever done, and the lack of a kiss that she'd usually immediately plant on him. in fact, he sits on a table in near them instead of saying hello to her - a distinct difference.
he ushers her out a little early once again, and she smiles, earnestly thanking him as she steps out of the kitchen - with promises of making it up to him sometime. he shrugged her off, waving her away, asking her not to worry about it.
she notices joel as soon as she leaves, watching him raise as she nears him.
"are you coming to mine?" she mumbles, not really looking at him as he opens to the door to let them both out.
"d'ya want me too?" she pauses for a moment, before smiling, as she can hear the hint of a plea in his voice. joel hated when they got like this, not liking the notion of making her unhappy, but knowing that he was uncharacteristically stubborn. she slides her hand into his own warm one, and sees the way his face lights up - well, to the extent that it can.
"you gonna keep your promise?" for a moment, he's confused, before realization dawns on him.
"f'course, sweetheart."
the previous night had left her just as satisfied and passed out as the last time. joel had fucked her with a purpose: letting her know how sorry he was for dismissing her out of embarrassment. nevertheless, he doesn't mention the idea he'd proposed two nights ago. she can tell it still intrigued him, though, as his fingers still exploratively entered her mouth, still hooked by the look of her trying to pleasure him in two different ways.
that morning, she felt more determined in surprising her boyfriend by fulfilling his fantasy. there wasn't too much opportunity to have these sexy surprises between each other in the advent of the apocalypse, so she figured this would at least be a memorable experience for the both of them.
and she knew just who the third would be.
that day, when she got to work, jake felt as though she was walking on eggshells around him. it always seemed as though a question was on the tip of her tongue, and she had this apprehensive, curious, and something-else look in her eyes whenever she'd catch his, and it was driving him mad. if there was one thing the man hated, it was not knowing.
finally, he corners her after the dinner rush.
"what's up with you, huh?" her eyes widen at his direct question.
"what? nothing, why do you ask?" he rolls his eyes, holding his head in his hands.
"you've been acting weird all day. did i do something?" she's quick to shake her head.
"no! no, not at all..." he immediately disspells his worried act, becoming annoyed.
"well, then, what is it?" she goes to argue, but he holds a hand up, "spare me the dramatics and just tell me, please. i've waited all day."
she opens her mouth. then closes it again. then repeats the action a few times. every time, it piques jake's interest. finally he can't take anymore, and lets out a frustrated sigh, causing her to finally blurt it out.
"joel wants a threesome!" as soon as it exits her mouth, she realizes how crude it is. jake's mouth falls open, before his shocked expression morphs into a laugh. she's shocked by the reaction.
"yeah? and you're worried? who's the lucky girl?" realizing his misunderstanding, she shakes her head.
"no, no - we kinda wanna introduce a guy." jake sobers up immediately, real confusion falling over his face.
"okay..." it's a slow response, and he suddenly feels as though the space between them is too small. seeing his expression, she panics.
"i'm - god, i'm stupid, sorry, i shouldn't have jumped out-" she's rambling in her panic, and he reaches to calm her.
"no, no, no, it's okay." they go silent for a moment, as he lets go of her hand, "you thought of someone else?" he finally asks. she swallows harshly.
"well - there's only one other guy i really trust in this town." it was true - everyone else was nice, but she didn't know anyone else, viable or not. he looks almost expectant in an answer, but when she looks up at him with a very suggestive glance, he realizes what she means.
"me?" he's shocked, as she slowly nods.
"only if you want to - i mean i totally get it if you don't..." realizing she'd start rambling again if she spoke, she bit her tongue, stopping herself. he shakes his head, taking a deep breath.
"no - god, no, it's not that. i mean, you're pretty, and - like, we're friends, i like you, it's just..." she watches his mouth expectantly, wanting his answer, "joel's scary" she wants to take him seriously, but she can't help but crack into a smile, causing his face to morph to indignance, "c'mon, i'm being serious." she nods.
"yeah, of course, of course. but he's not gonna do anything - he wants this." he looks contemplative, jaw clenching and unclenching.
"this is a stupid idea." her face falls a little, as she swallows, "but, i'll do it." shocked by the turn around, her breaks into a smile, reaching to give him a hug.
"seriously?" she mumbles into his shoulder.
"yeah, what the hell." she laughs at his casual nature, when the both of them hear the door open, knowing it could only be one person so late into the night.
she peeks out, smiling giddily at joel, and he follows her, waving at the man as well. joel's a bit confised - not having interacted much with jack? - jacob? - before, but he nods a hello to him as he hugs her.
she waves jake a quick goodbye, and he smiles at the couple, watching them walk away. as the door closes, he exhales deeply, wondering what he'd just gotten himself into.
over the next few days, her conversations with jake had this air of just slight awkwardness to them, and she was trying her best to subtly remind joel of his fantasy. she'd taken to sticking his own fingers in her mouth and mumbling about how she wanted to be filled up during their nights together.
she'd decided that the upcoming weekend maybe the best time for this experiment, and her and jake were about to be exempt from their duties for a well-deserved break, as some of the other kitchen staff had begun feeling better. she'd proposed the time to the man, and could practically see the heat that reached his ears.
"uh - yeah, shit - yeah. saturday?" she nods slowly, deciding it might be best to warm joel up to the surprise throughout the day, before the reveal at night.
on that friday, she walks out with a distinct pep in her step, excited to be doing this for her boyfriend. she had wrapped her friend in a quick hug - a thank you for his commitment to the idea - before returning to joel.
on that saturday, they practically woke up that morning fucking. she knew he'd never say no to sex before breakfast, so, as she goes down on him, she mumbles about the surprise she had for him later. thrown out of his pleasure by the surprise, he grips her hair, pulling her off of him and looking at her expectantly for elaboration.
"what - fuck-" her hand hadn't gotten the memo to pause, "what surprise?" she laughs against him.
"'f i tell you, it's not a surprise."
he doesn't bring it up again until after breakfast, though, once he does, he doesn't stop. he practically pesters her all day - on her off-day, no less - for an explanation, until, by about the evening, she relents.
"joel, alright." he finally stops, watching as she plops onto the couch next to him, finding a comfortable position as he watches her movements, an expectant expression on his face, "remember what you said a few days ago." his face suddenly hardens - immediately understanding, but not acknowledging her, "i know you were worried about what i thought, but i - i don't hate it." his mouth parts at her admission, and she averts her eyes, a shy smile creeping on her face, "go ahead, call me greedy again."
finally, his expression breaks, and a small laugh - more of an exhale - comes from him, remembering his reaction that night as well.
"i'm - i'm not gonna do that, sweetheart. but - i don't wanna pressure ya 'r anythin', 'lright?" she looks up at him earnestly and nods.
"you're not - i swear. i - well, it can't hurt to try, right?" he leans further back into the soft cushions, half shrugging, before his eyes narrow.
"what's yer su'prise then, baby?" she hesitates for a moment, unsure how to mention it.
"well, since you - y'know, we - wanted to, i thought i'd find a guy and arrange something..." she trails off, realizing the shock on joel's face. there's definitely an intrigue in his eyes, but something else - a little darker - hidden deeper in his gaze. she searches his face desperately, looking for disgust, or apprehension in his eyes.
"ya -" he swallows, lips parting again, tongue darting out to moisten them, going silent for a moment, "who'd ya find?" is the question he eventually settles on, averting his gaze from her for a moment.
"i - you know the guy i work with? jake?" joel immediately realizes - the man that always let his girl leave with him a little early. the guy who seemed decent enough, respectful enough. it made him swallow harshly, not sure how to process the thought, but being unable to ignore the slow, interested churn in his stomach, "did - should i have found someone else?" he can hear the light edge of panic in her voice, and he's quick to shake his head.
"no - no, darlin'. that's the surprise, then? we meetin' him tonight?" she nods slowly, still unsure of his reaction. he places an arm around her, pulling her close to him, and burying his nose in her hair. "re ya excited?" she stills for a moment, before nodding, a little sheepish.
"yup." his response is immediate.
"greedy girl."
the bar has a quiet lull to it, though it's a saturday. there are a few patrons milling about - in the booths, or by the bar. they step into the warm atmosphere after the cold of the night, and she can feel goosebumps rise - due to the weather change or the anticipation, she doesn't know.
joel's warm - as always - against her back, so close to her that she feels like she can scarcely breathe. his gripping her tightly by the waist, fingers tapping on her shirt - almost contemplatively. she sees jake by the bar, and he makes eye-contact with her over the rim of his glass of beer. she waves a hello, before guiding her boyfriend towards him.
she slides into the stool beside him, tentatively giving him a hug in greeting. she doesn't usually do it in front of joel, but she figured, by the end of the night, he'd be used to much, much more, so who cared? jake mumbles a quick hi to her, before leaning back.
"hey, joel." he also speaks hesitantly, nodding at the other man. she turns to watch his reaction, and sees that the stern expression that he always kept on his face hadn't exactly left. she watched him swallow, shuffling on his feet.
"yeah. hey." it's a gruff response, but it's, at least, a response. she rolls her shoulders, a small smile growing on her lips.
"well, i think it'd be best we have a little to drink?" it's not a question, but it's got the intonation of one, as she looks for support for the idea from her two companions. joel nods, and jake calls the bartender over, requesting 3 drinks.
she only planned on them staying about half or three-quarters of the hous, before heading back. now, it had progressed to be a few minutes past an hour and a half, and it didn't look like anyone was particularly ready. jake had been maintaining a respectful distance, talking to her, and trying to engage joel in conversation, but the other man was dismissive at best and just silent at worst.
thus, she'd been engaged in conversation with jake instead - boring stuff, such as the town's gossip, about work, or about something newly stupid the man had done. she'd laughed - in fact, she'd keeled over laughing at his story, a hand at the bar and the other at the man's arm to steady herself.
though, she felt herself lose that touch quickly, as joel's hands grip her waist to keep her grounded - maybe a little tighter than his normal hold.
nonetheless, through the conversation, she had tried to listen along to jake's stories, and include joel in their conversation, but it didn't seem to be working - and, after the third beer, her confidence was supremely dwindling.
when jake had been recognized by someone else that he knew, moving just a meter or two from the couple to greet the other person, joel had pulled her flush against him, his torso warm against hers as his mouth adjusted to be at her ear-level.
"i dunno 'bout this, sweetheart." he whispers it into her cheek, and it makes her features contort into confusion, but she doesn't turn to him.
"why not?" she whispers back, a bit confused by the change of pace from the afternoon. after a moment passed, and he hadn't answered, she turned to face him. there's a distinct discomfort on his face: a sour expression, his frown deeper than usual. he wasn't looking at her, though; his eyes instead trailed jake's quiet conversation with his friend. she felt a heaviness overcome her, along with realization, "if you don't want to - we can go..." she trails off, giving him space to respond, and she can feel his sharp inhale against her skin, contemplating the idea.
"baby, i you want to - i can, but-" she immediately shakes her head.
"'t's 'lright, we can go. i don't really mind." she gives him a small, almost reassuring smile, and, after another second, he nods. he pushes both of their empty drinks so that they're not teetering on the edge of the bar, and she quickly walks over to jake. he immediately takes notice of her.
"hey, you ready-" he begins, but, seeing the other person who was still speaking with jake, her eyes widen, quick to cut him off and turn him to face her, indicating a more private conversation.
"no! i mean - i dunno, jake - he's not up for it, i think." she tries to be as discreet as possible, but jake's worried expression as he glances over at her boyfriend forces her to suppress an eye-roll at his blatantness.
"i - is he alright, i mean - i'm-?" he's stammering a bit, and she smiles, knowing what he's actually stressed about.
"he's not gonna do anything, i swear." jake's eyes flickered over to joel's ever stern face, not really reassured. nevertheless, he nods.
"okay - you guys going, then?"
"yeah - early night, but whatever. i'll see you monday?" he's quick to agree, waving her off as she returned to joel, "'lright, we heading home?" joel's still looking at the other man, and she lightly presses against his forearm to get his attention. he finally switches his attention to her, a contemplative glaze in his eyes. he hums lightly, and she's about to repeat the question, before he's shaking his head.
"no. not yet, baby." she's a little confused, until he takes her hand in his own warm, large one, gently guiding her to him, "i've got an idea. d'ya trust me?" her eyes follow his movements: the slight fire in his eyes, the hidden smirk on his lips, the impatient tapping of his fingers on the back of her palm, and she's suddenly very intrigued. she nods slowly - of course she trusted him - and the smirk seems to grow.
they duck away from the crowd, towards the back of the bar, and into the bathrooms. now, she's even more confused, as she surveys the hints of the old jackson on the walls as joel ushers her inside - closing and locking the door behind her. there's scribbles on the walls - marker, pen, paint, nail marks - and she finds it a bit difficult to move too much between the space that her and her boyfriend were occupying in the small bathroom. it was quite bare-bones, but it was at least clean - she remembered thinking, distracted enough by the setting to not notice joel's wandering hands making their way to the front of her jeans.
when she does, she lets out a gasp, gripping them before they reach her button, stilling his movements.
"what're you doing?" it'd have been more shocked and indignant if they weren't still in decent earshot of some of the tables - she could hear music and people decently through the wooden door of the bathroom.
"i need you - right now, baby. you gonna let me make you feel good?" he mumbles it into her neck, not letting her confusing defer him as his lips trace over the side of her throat. she feels her hands grow a bit shakier, realizing why this sudden urge had overcome him, but that didn't stop her hesitance.
"i - joel, there're people outside - what if someone hears us?" he's pecking away at her resolve, though, as his hands travel up her body, pulling up the sweater she's wearing along with them.
"let 'em baby, let him hear how good i'm making ya feel." alright, this was a bit out of character for him - obviously spurred on by recent events - but the way he was moving definitely indicated his desperation. finally, she secedes, rolling her eyes as she tells him to be quiet nonetheless. cheekily, he responds, "remind yourself, sweetheart." he grasps the button of her jeans, taking it off with ease, as her own hands go to grip the edge of the sink in front of them, desperately trying not to see her own flushed appearance in the mirror, and focusing instead on the movements of his hands.
he's pulling her trousers down before she can even focus all that much, just far enough to rest under her ass, allowing his hand to snake around and find her cloth-covered clit, rubbing harshly before she has a chance to realize. it causes a squeak to emit from her, making her throw a hand over her mouth, forcing herself to bite down on her finger to avoid alerting the populace of the bar to the unsavory acts occurring.
her other hand reaches desperately to slow the wake of his hand's force, grasping uselessly against his forearm as his fingers continue their assault, feeling her hips involuntarily buck against his ministrations, her thighs hitting against the sink whenever she did. his other hand pulls her underwear down to join her jeans, his hand only relenting for half a moment before it immediately reconnected with her slit, collecting the evidence of her arousal on the tips of his fingers, before bringing the thick digits to his mouth. she follows the movement of his tongue across the slick on his fingers through the mirror, having to avert her gaze for fear of letting out a loud noise at the lewd action.
her bare ass begins rubbing against his clothed cock, begging for some renewed friction and - due to his kindness, or his own desperation - he obliges her immediately, unbuckling, unbuttoning and unwearing his trousers in swift, measured movements. even through her impatience, she can appreciate the speed with which she could feel the head of his cock against her cunt, pressing against her with a striking warmth, as she bit her tongue to little success - a small moan still slipping out from her teeth.
he places a hand to each of her own, placing them in an almost bracing position against the sides of the sink, before gripping her hip, and guiding his cock into her with the other. she can see her face change as she feels the movement inside her - and, better yet, she can see his: a pretty, flushed expression as he struggled to contain his own strength, as indicated by the grit of his teeth and the twitch of his fingers as they all come to rest on her waist.
she bites her lip, feeling his hips make contact with her ass - the feeling of fullness overtaking her senses as she desperately attempted to focus on not screaming.
though, when he began moving, she could feel that resolve crumbling: a large gasp escaping on the first thrust, then a small whimper on the second and - soon enough, full blown moans, echoing over the small room, accompanied by his own grunts and groans.
he lets out a sharp exhale, a ghost of a laugh, pulling her back to rest closer to him as his pace maintained - pushing and pulling inside her with a determination and dexterity.
"what happened, baby? though ya wanted to be quiet?" it takes a moment for her brain to even comprehend what he was saying, and only a garbled noise awaited him in response. she can see his smile against her skin - right next to her completely debauched face, which he also seems to notice, "look'it ya, yer so pretty, baby girl, my pretty girl, ain't ya?" she can hear how his own words are sloppy but unrelenting, as he gets lost in the feel of her. she immediately nods along, knowing that her stream of half-muffled moans didn't suffice an answer.
"joel - i - too loud-" through her mess, he could make out a hint of worry still present in her fucked-out nature, worried about the knowledge of their actions occurring to those outside the room. he finally relents - though he loves the idea of others hearing her noises for him, and only him.
"'lright, pretty, you just can't be quiet, huh?" there's a light hint of degradation in his tone, but not an actual lie in his words, and the events of the evening made it so she wasn't exactly shameful in that moment, so she simply nods. he obliges her untold request, taking a hand off her waist and pushing it over her mouth, muffling her moans to a much more effective degree. the action forces her head back a little, closer to him, and her back to arch. she glances into the mirror, and sees a smirk appear over joel's panting face.
suddenly, his thrusts are faster, harder, causing her eyes to widen as her fingers scramble to better hold onto the sink. he follows the actions in the mirror, smiling as he sees her reaction, trying to hold it together after his seeming measure of good-will, and subsequent surprise. he watches her eyes roll back into the back of her head, and chest heaving as she desperately tries to reduce her moans, feeling the consequence of her open mouth as her spit falls over his hand.
"that's it baby, take it for me, jus' like that, pretty. ya only get like this for me, don't ya, baby girl, jus' fer me." his pace is unrelenting, spearing into her like it was his last time, while all she could do was nod, mumbling yes's that all got captured in his hand. she can feel her impending orgasm, and she attempts to say something. she doesn't need to though - as he can feel it in the violent flutter of her cunt around him. thus, he doesn't allow his pace to falter, pushing into her that much harder and that much deeper, intently watching her expression in the mirror as all her muscles tense and still: her eyes rolling back, her inhale harsh against the top of his hand, the clench of her around him, the quiet sound that finally emits from her as she feels the orgasm wash over her intensely.
her body fully slumps against him, before she practically falls to her knees, hitting the tile of the bathroom as she grasps his cock and takes him in her mouth, lapping at his underside until her also releases in her mouth with a content groan. she swallows in a heartbeat, the musky taste washing over her tongue as she rises again, gripping the sink behind her to stabilize herself. joel's hands are on her jeans and underwear, helping her pull them up over her ass, before she buttons his jeans and buckles his belt as he checks their appearances, head dipping down to kiss her on the cheek as she caught her breath.
"did so good for me, baby. how're ya feelin'?" she deeply inhales, opening her eyes to look up at him.
"good - good, really good." a smile ghosts over his lips, before he opens the door of the bathroom, ushering her in front of him.
she can feel the eyes on them, and - though joel is a little less abashed - she keeps her gaze glued to the floor as they exit.
the one time she looks up is when joel cheerily waves goodbye to someone, and as she looks at the lucky recipient, she makes eye-contact with jake, who had a bit of a shocked, amused expression on his face. her face whips forwards once more, cheeks burning.
monday's gonna be fun.
#joel miller#joel miller oneshot#joel miller imagine#joel miller x reader#joel miller fluff#joel miller smut#the last of us#the last of us hbo#pedro pascal#i need you - right now
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Hello if it's not too complicated I'd like to request for nozel with a very psychologically intelligent s/o? Idk if you've watched the show but she's like Gideon from criminal minds (basically she can tell a person's character and everything about them just by looking at them).
Julius assigns her to nozels team but he always looked down on her because she wasn't a good fighter or had any exceptional magic skills but then one day he watched her go at it and find a criminal he was having trouble finding for months with ease and his heart just goes doki doki??
Nozel with a psychologically smart s/o feels like a good pairing cuz he's not the most expressive person and she can read a person like a book so I feel like she'd make a good partner for nozel
Hiya anon! I have seen Criminal Minds so I know exactly what you mean, although it’s been a hot minute since I’ve seen it 😅! Of course, and I can totally see Nozel with someone who is psychologically intelligent as well, honestly I can see him with many different types of S/O’s 😆. But I hope you enjoy~!
Word Count: 787
Warnings: None
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Nozel smiled softly as he gently stroked the side of his girlfriend's sleeping face. They had been together for 3 years now, and he couldn’t help but chuckle when he remembered how the two had met.
They had met when Julius had called Nozel into his office, at first the Captain of the Silver Eagles had thought it would be to scold him or to ask for an update on their pending cases. But instead he was greeted by a smiling Julius and a young woman with a serious look on her face.
As Nozel had walked in Julius began to introduce the woman to him. He said she was very smart and had a sort of “sixth sense” when it came to understanding people and that he believed she could help him on his latest, and most difficult, case.
Nozel had scoffed, this woman had a “sixth sense” when it came to people? It almost made him laugh, there was no way that was possible. But since it was a direct order from the Wizard King, Nozel couldn’t refuse her and had no choice but to allow her into his squad.
He took her out on missions and watched her spar against his siblings and other Silver Eagle mages, if she had this special ability then her magic and fighting skills should be on par right? Wrong. Her fighting and magic skills were well below Nozel’s standards and he started to think maybe Julius was mistaken and had only done this in order to punish Nozel for not being able to catch the criminal plaguing the Capitol.
At least that’s what he initially thought.
But then one day, as Nozel and his squad were looking over the reports and over the evidence of the case. The young woman had walked in and asked if she could take a look at them, and at first Nozel had scoffed but reluctantly handed her the papers. If the Silver Eagles hadn’t managed to catch the criminal all this time, there was no way she would be able to.
He couldn’t have been more wrong.
After a few minutes of looking over the evidence the woman suddenly asked if she could talk to one of the witnesses. Nozel and the others had frowned in confusion but agreed, so they took her to the Capitol and let her speak to the witness. After speaking with them for a few minutes and asking a particular set of questions she looked at Nozel and requested that the witness be arrested. Nozel and his squad, along with the witness, all grew confused and began to ask what the meaning of this was.
The woman then began to point out irregularities in the witness story, how the witnesses demeanor and mannerisms changed when they were asked certain questions, and how they smelled of the same chemical that they said was found at the crime scene and that their work allowed them easy access to said chemical.
The witness and the other squad members said that was nothing more than a coincidence but Nozel decided to take a leap of faith and believe her. So he brought the witness in for more questions and they eventually confessed to the crime.
Nozel had wondered if it had just been a stroke of luck, but the more she did it, and the more she helped them solve their most difficult cases he realized that Julius was right. She did have a “sixth sense” when it came to people.
As the two worked together more and more, Nozel began to grow fond of the young woman. When she showed off her intelligence he noticed his heart would skip a beat, and it would do the same thing when she smiled at him for no particular reason. And when the two weren’t working together on a mission Nozel noticed he began to miss her and would feel lonely without her.
He wasn’t sure if these were the feelings of love, but there was certainly something here that he wanted to explore.
One day as the two finished working on a case Nozel decided to ask her out for dinner, at first she had laughed and teased him, before she grew serious and asked if his offer was genuine or if it was out of gratitude for her help. When he told her the offer was genuine she grinned and accepted happily.
That was 3 years ago now, and he couldn’t believe just how much time had gone by.
Nozel was pulled out of his memories when his girlfriend snuggled deeper into his chest. He chuckled softly before wrapping his arms around her, kissing her head, and falling asleep beside her.
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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!
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Love U, Dad
Summary: A little snapshot of Joel & Sarah’s life in 2003, as Joel contemplates the fact his daughter is growing up. This story exists thanks to the amazingly fantastic @perotovar and the gorgeous snippet of dialogue in this post (love you 🤍). Short, as always, but hopefully (!) sweet.
Notes: OUTBREAK FREE! I’ll say it again: the outbreak never happens here! In fact, Sarah lives to be 103 years old, because I said so. Lots of love to the wonderfully lovely people who’ve listened to me scream about this, including @macfrog @vanillacene @bastardmandennis & @swiftispunk 🦋
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood (blink and you’ll miss it). Please let me know if I forgot anything!
Joel woke to knocking on his bedroom door, his daughter’s voice floating through from the other side. “Alarm!” Sarah called, and he groaned, rolling over in his sheets, eyes still squeezed shut.
Physically, he felt like a ton of bricks had been dropped on his back; the only thing to take the edge off being the strong coffee he could grab downstairs. ‘Least it was Friday, he reasoned.
One more day hauling ass on site, then the weekend was his own. Joel was hoping to spend time with Sarah; her soccer season had ended, and he wanted to take her out hiking to their favourite spot.
He always packed the picnic, cut her sandwiches the same way he had for years, picked up their favourite juice.
He was conscious of that; her childhood slipping like sand through his hands. He knew he was getting older, but he often forgot she was, too.
Joel tried to master the constant urge he had to keep her around him at all times; it was his natural instinct, just the two of them growing up together since the day she was born. But everyone loved being around Sarah. His little butterfly.
Her energy infectious; smile radiant, like her mothers. Though, he knew she wasn’t smiling now, as she rapped on his bedroom door again. “Alarm!” she huffed, followed by a quieter, “honestly?!” to herself. Joel grinned; he knew she was rolling her eyes.
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The moody strings of Gold Dust Woman faded away into silence, Joel looking over at his daughter with a smile on his face. He was taking her to school, a routine which was becoming more of a rarity as he took on longer and earlier jobs.
“That’s your favourite, isn’t it?” Sarah asked, grinning. “Sure is. Off of this record, anyway. How ‘bout you?” he questioned her.
Sarah paused in thought for a moment, staring out the window of the truck wistfully.
“It’d have to be Silver Springs for me. Stevie’s emotion in that song is like, haunting”, she decided, “but I do love Oh Daddy, too.” Joel nodded in agreement with her choices. “Knew I raised you right, kiddo,” he chuckled at her insightfulness, wise beyond her years.
“Tomorrow, though, we’re listening to Survivor. The whole thing, back to back,” Sarah grinned toothily. Joel knew his daughter to be Destiny’s Child superfan; posters tacked up all over her walls, CDs stuffed in the truck.
He fondly remembered the days when she’d been younger, her and her friends performing their latest dance routines in their garage over and over again.
One time, they’d even created tickets for him and Tommy, scrawling the date and time in jazzy coloured markers and drawn up chairs from the backyard. The thought made Joel smile.
“Fine. You don’t like Fleetwood Mac?” he asked, faking a frown. “Dad! I just told you two of my favourite songs,” she sighed, exasperated with his jokes.
“Good, ‘cuz you know what happened to your Uncle Tommy,” Joel chuckled. “What d’you mean?” Sarah asked, eyebrows raised. “He said somethin’ about Fleetwood Mac bein’ nothin’ but a bunch of hippies with a tambourine,” Joel sighed whilst his daughter laughed.
“Next thing he knew, I’d changed the locks at home. ‘S why he’s got that fancy new apartment,” Joel winked. She giggled, reaching for her backpack as he drove into the parking lot.
Kids were spilling out of cars all around them; flying past on skateboards and yelling out to their friends. “You got the grocery list?” Sarah asked pointedly, knowing Joel had the habit of forgetting.
“Uhuh,” Joel nodded, retrieving an old birthday card that doubled as his notepad from the glovebox.
“Pancake mix, Tampax, apples, peanut butter and shampoo for me. That right?” he asked, and she nodded, satisfied.
“How’d you feel about a hike this weekend?” Joel added, watching his daughter considering it for a moment. “It’d have to be Sunday,” Sarah murmured, eyes on her sneakers in the footwell as her feet did an awkward dance.
“But soccer’s over for the season-,” Joel began, and Sarah nodded. “I know, it’s not that. I’ve been asked to go to the mall on Saturday. On, like, a date,” she said, examining her fingernails.
“Is that so?” Joel chuckled, and she hit him lightly on the arm. “Dad,” she implored, eyes rolling again.“Well, do I know ‘em?” he said hesitantly, hoping she’d feel comfortable - confident, even - in telling him.
“Yeah,” she smiled wryly, throwing a thumb over her shoulder. “Him.” Joel craned his neck and saw Reece Connors, waving at him enthusiastically, if not a little nervously.
His family lived a few blocks away, and Joel’d remodelled their bathroom a few months previously. Sarah had met him at their place after school sometimes, and he’d quietly noticed the way the young man was hanging off his daughter’s every word.
“That’ll be nice, baby,” he said, watching a grin break over her face, a tidal wave of sweetness. God, she reminded him of her mother so much when she did that. “I guess we’ll see,” Sarah murmured, a little bashfully.
“Do you want to go?” Joel pressed a little, trying to rein his protectiveness in, on alert for any discomfort. “Yeah, I do,” she nodded, “He makes me laugh, and he wants to take me to see that new Disney movie? Pirates of the Caribbean?” she shrugged, and Joel scratched his beard thoughtfully.
“Can’t say I know a damn thing about that one, kid,” he laughed. “Yeah, current movie trivia is not your strong suit. Curtis & Viper 2 tonight, old man?” she asked, moving to kiss him on the cheek in farewell.
“Sounds real good to me,” Joel said, watching her go, floating away.
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Joel wiped the sweat off his brow, back aching after a morning on site.
“Tommy!” he called across the bare bones of the house they were working on. “I’m headin’ out for lunch. Comin’?” he asked, and his brother gave him a thumbs up.
A few moments later and Tommy was in his niece’s seat as they drove in search of food. “Somethin’ on your mind?” he asked his older brother, Joel even more stoic than usual. “Oh, uh, not really. Was just thinkin’ - remember the Connors? The bathroom remodel?” Joel asked.
“Oh, hell yeah. Mrs Connors made the best damned lemonade I’d ever had,” Tommy sighed wistfully, shirt stuck to him with sweat.
“Anyway. I remember their boy bein’ sweet on Sarah, and turns out he’s asked her on a date this weekend,” Joel scrubbed a hand over his face as Tommy grinned.
“Jesus Christ,” Tommy chuckled softly. “Seems like yesterday we were teachin’ her how to walk in the backyard,” he said, shaking his head.
“Remember that time she knocked her tooth out, fallin’ off her bike? And you fainted, ‘cuz of the blood?” Tommy was laughing now. “I remember,” Joel said quietly with a smile.
“She’ll be fine, Joel” Tommy clapped an arm to his shoulder. “Although, remember what me and Marissa next door use to get up to? Jeez, I-“ Tommy started, before Joel cut him off loudly.
“We ain’t fuckin’ goin’ there, Tommy,” he warned, his brother holding his hand up in defeat. He turned up the radio; The Temptation’s My Girl oozing softly into the cab as Tommy hummed along.
Joel thought back to his 22-year-old self; his daughter nothing but a button nose and mewling cry in his arms. He’d been so fuckin’ scared.
But they made it; she was fifteen now, and it’d gone so fast. It’s true what they say, Joel reasoned with himself. She’d grown up in the blink of an eye.
He liked to think Sarah would always need him in some way; no longer for scraped knees and bedtime stories, but hopefully one day to pack up boxes and move her into college, or visit her in the city when she inevitably became a lawyer, or a judge.
Joel was conscious of not being too overbearing towards her; the last thing he ever wanted to feel was Sarah’s resentment.
It was hard, playing both mom and dad. He sometimes felt he struck the balance just right, that they were an unbreakable team; other times, he felt like he was drowning in boundaries and hormones.
He shoved his worries aside for later as they pulled up at the Farmer’s Market. Joel reached for his beaten-up old Nokia to shove in his back pocket, and it beeped with a text.
He paused momentarily; telling Tommy to go on ahead, he’d catch up.
It was from Sarah, and it simply read: ‘Love u, Dad.’
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I TOLD y’all I’d make it up to you after last time 🥰 Sarah and Joel live forever! Everybody wins!
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Idk if your requests are open but if so honestly I'm dying for any sort of Sinu and/or Vasco content you'd be willing to give
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Notes: I might have slipped fem-coded or fem pronouns into this. Sorry! Self conscious themes. Also, it’s just a little drabble :,)
Sinu x Reader
Genre: Fluff
“I don’t have dimples!” Sinu complains, poking the sides of his cheek roughly. He preens in the mirror for a bit, plucking at the side of his mouth with a frown. His hands brush stray strands of hair out of his eye every couple seconds.
You lounge on the sofa nearby, eyes glued to your phone. His grumbling rings in the back of your ears, and you shake your head.
“What’s that got to do with anything?” You ask.
Sinu turns from the mirror, making a show of dramatically slouching towards you and flopping on the sofa. He pouts his lips and nuzzles into your stomach.
“Dimples are really in nowadays. Y’know… with those young kids and stuff-!” His voice is muffled in your shirt and tinted with some unfamiliar accent.
You resist rolling your eyes for the time being. Stroking his freshly-washed hair, you lean to press a kiss on his head. You sigh, “You kinda are a young kid, Sinu. You’re like— eighteen? Nineteen?”
He lets out a strangled groan and looks up at you. His dark eye sparkles. You catch sight of the goofy smile that spreads across his face. “Nah. I’m getting old.”
You roll your eyes and return your gaze to your phone. Sinu buries his face into your stomach once again. You stay that way for a while.
He scrolls on Newtube himself, eyes scouring the screen filled with attractive people. A diverse collection of strangers and videos wind up on his jumbled feed. That doesn’t matter though. He watches the things with the highest views. The videos everyone is fawning over.
(He gets distracted by a couple cute dog videos which he sends to you. But anyway-)
Dimples. He sees a lot of them. The comments that flash on his screen ringing words of “he’s so hot” and “she’s gorgeous” only solidify his argument.
He should get dimples. Probably. You’re bound to love him.
Actually, Sinu isn’t self-conscious by default. He’s been told he’s good looking. He thanks the people showering him with compliments and winks.
Ever since he lost his eye, though, he senses his handsomeness meter has depleted. He needs some redeeming trait. Something that calls attention away from his eye… just a little.
Of course you’ve never even hinted that you find him imperfections unattractive. Sinu’s just… not the best at reading the room sometimes.
“That’s freaking expensive!” Sinu hollers, staring down at his phone in horror. A plastic surgery add flashes on the screen. Dimple surgery. He blinks in awe.
“What’s ‘freaking expensive’?” You ask, crawling onto the couch beside your boyfriend. Sinu hides his phone screen from you. He aggressively wraps his arm around your shoulders as a distraction. You don’t buy it.
“Ah… just stuff,” Sinu sighs. “I didn’t know you were here.”
His attempts to dance around the subject began to tire you out. You cupped his face and stroked your thumb across his cheeks.
“C’mon Sinu. What is it?
He turns his phone screen towards you and flashes a sheepish grin. “Dimple surgery…?”
You stare at his screen for a while before signing. You lay down on his chest and wrap your arms under his. He places a hand against the small of your back.
“You know Sinu I don’t think you need it.”
You look up at him genuinely. His reply is only a soft smile. You close your eyes. The thought of Sinu changing at all is… bizarre— and anyways, you thought his smile was attractive enough on its own.
“You’ve never been trendy anyways…” you mumble.
Sinu laughs. “Cuz I’m a trendsetter.”
“Oh god…”
Needless to say… he didn’t really care for getting dimples anymore.
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Hello,I hope you had a good day! I have an OL2 request if that's alright!!
In step 2,with Qiu,GN-Reader,Best Friend status with both Qiu and Tamarack and Qiu is just pining over their best friend,MC. How would Qiu realize their crush on MC? How would they act around MC who shows their love thru physical affection towards their neighbors?
Basically what im asking is 'the brooding,pining one x the oblivious,affectionate one' but it's with Qiu and MC :D!! (A LIL SIDE NOTE/ASK ADDITION : Maybe MC is also insecure abt themselves,thinking that they're not that lovable or smth,maybe cuz of their looks if u know what I mean?? THANKS FOR WRITING FOR OL2 BTW IT MEANS A LOTTT <3)
(side note 2 : sorry if this isn't that understandable,english isn't my first language 🙇♀️)
♦ Qiu having a crush on a physically affectionate and oblivious GN!MC ♦
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I'm also not a native English speaker!
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I think they’ve always been aware that MC was different from their other friends;
As a kid, they remember other friends complaining about Qiu’s giving MC special treatment, and as someone preoccupied with fairness it used to annoy them to no end;
Because they knew it was true, they just didn’t understand why they felt so compelled to treat them this way;
As they grew up and the idea of romantic love became a less threatening, more concrete concept, it didn’t take them too long to piece it together;
MC was always there for Qiu, always ready to show them support and kindness and to look out for them, when Qiu was used to other people relying on them to be like that;
They’d watch them laughing at something Tamarack said and would just feel this… warmth in their chest;
Like this was something they’d need to protect;
The world could be a cruel place, but MC’s kindness and their laughter was the one thing Qiu wanted to preserve;
I don’t think Qiu had this grand moment of realisation;
It happened one night, right at the beginning of autumn, when the leaves started falling and the nights grew colder;
They both agreed to meet in Qiu’s backyard in the early hours of the evening to look at the stars through a telescope together;
Mc managed to bring their favourite tea in a thermos, and gave Qiu the biggest hug once they saw them;
They were just… so happy. Being awake at odd hours of the night trying not to be too loud to not wake Qiu’s parents from their slumber;
Watching the stars and talking about mythology;
Mc started rambling about something they had read and stopped in the middle of it, apologizing about speaking too much;
And Qiu found that they didn’t mind it;
Not only that, they welcomed it. They loved how passionate MC was, how happy and comfortable they had been all night;
Qiu didn’t want them to stop at all, and they realized that they wanted to be the person that MC went to when they wanted to talk about these things;
Well… when people described love it always seemed so overwhelming, and in some aspects it was;
But it mostly just felt right;
Their name is Qiu, their friends call them Autumn, and they are in love with MC;
It’s been a part of them for a long time, and was just nice to finally understand that part of themselves;
Not too much changed after that, only that perhaps their affection and special treatment became more blatant;
In their teens, MC is one of the few people Qiu can stand to be around, and after they’ve realised their feelings they started relying on MC a bit more;
Because Qiu trusts them with that!;
Honestly? MC’s affection is one of the things that keep Qiu going;
MC, despite their obliviousness, ends up noticing and making sure to support them whenever he needs it most;
When Qiu is having a bad day MC will just… Wrap them in a hug and stay there for as long as Qiu needs;
If MC noticed how fast Qiu’s heart beats when they hug, they never mention it;
There are also more subtle types of affection;
Like linking their arms together while walking, grabbing their hand to lead them somewhere or just leaning against Qiu when they’re tired;
Even with all their angst, MC’s affection is always a sure way to soften them;
Qiu will often pinch their cheeks or pat them on the head and lightly tease them for being touchy;
I’m pretty sure Qiu’s love language is acts of service, but knowing how important physical affection is to the MC, Qiu will make sure to initiate it too;
Honestly, I don’t see Qiu as a very jealous person, and knowing Tamarack for years and being close to her, I don’t think that they’re jealous about MC showing her affection too;
Instead, it makes them happy that MC is surrounded by good people that care about them as much as Qiu does;
Tamarack ends up noticing their crush eventually;
I mean… I’m sure everyone knows about it except MC themselves;
And even if she seems a little too invested in it and will sometimes give Qiu a hard time about it in private, she’s very supportive;
And it means a lot to them to have MC’s other best friend support them like that;
In regards to MC being insecure… Qiu doesn’t get it at all;
How can someone that amazing be insecure about themselves? How can they worry about not being loveable enough, not interesting enough? Not beautiful enough?;
And they’re fucking pissed at anyone who would ever make MC feel that way;
MC is a person that Qiu cares about deeply, even if they’re colder at that age, there’s no way they just let them think so little of themselves if they can help it;
So… MC is one of the few people that Qiu will make a big effort with;
They make sure MC knows how special they are, and how beautiful of a person both inside and out!
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A bit from a US interview.
TW : This is not a real incident. This is entirely fictional. Eight out of the nine people mentioned in the fic are real human beings, the rest are completely fictional. Do not quote.
Synopsis: A little snip-bit from an interview from a podcaster friend of Chris’ while they were in NYC. This is not the entire interview. Just some incidents that made onto the news.
The kids landed in NYC after their Japan Osaka concert and were exhausted. They had a couple of hours to themselves but almost all of them spent it sleeping or lounging around. The day after, early morning, they had their fittings for the VMAs.
Right after the fittings, Chris’ friend texted him, asking if they were down for a chill, hotel hangout with the entire band?
They would goof around, ask some questions about their lives and careers, film a podcast…?
Chris agreed and now they were in his hotel room, with a couple of mic set ups for the members and Chris’ friend, Matt sitting across them.
Matt: So, I love how much I’m hearing about you guys in the tabloids, on news, social media…
Ya’ll are just blowing everything up!!
I’m honestly so proud of you guys!
Changbin: Dude, what happened?
Seungmin: Are you dying or something?
Lee know: Why are being all senti?
*Everyone cackles in the room*
Matt: No, but for real, Ya’ll are out there, just owning life. I love to talk around, tell people, ‘I grew up with them hehe”
No but getting back to the interview, I wanted to talk about how most of the internet just doesn’t know about where and how ya’ll grew up!
Most of those sites, that claim to know you guys, are just full of shit!
*They break out in loud laughter*
Changbin: See, now that’s a man who has done his research.
Matt: No, because I come across these articles with headlines that say, ‘Did you know XYZ from Stray kids is actually not-‘
Bitch, you don’t tell me!
*Laughter roars again*
Matt: Something that has gotten me really frustrated is the stories, or rather the back stories their articles write about ya’ll.
Chan: What do you mean?
Matt: None of them really know, since not all of ya’ll talk about it as much, and I do but-
Why don’t ya’ll talk about that a little?
You know, where are ya’ll from, your guys’ ethnicity cuz’ it’s all unique, your families..?
Chan: okay, I’ll start?
And no pressure, okay?
Whoever wants to talk about it, can. Who doesn’t, you don’t have to.
*They all nod in understanding*
Matt: OH yeah! Of course!
Chan: Why don’t we go in the same order as we are sitting in?
Chan: I’ll go first then.
I think everyone knows most of mine but lets clear it up a bi-
OHH
Before we start- I also want to tell everyone something.
So when we were about to debut, all of us did not have English name. All nine of us did not have English names, most of us did, but not all of us.
And a couple years ago, we had a discussion and decided to rename and change things up a bit and now all of us have complete English names, that we do use on documents.
Matt: Ooo! I did not know that. I mean I know a couple of ya’ll but not everyones’
Please tell me!!
Chan: Okay let’s start with me.
Felix’s and mine is almost entirely similar with just a couple of years here and there. So, I’ll just cover ours’ both.
We were both born to Korean- Australian parents, in Korea itself, but we moved to Australia right after. Literally when I was one. We stayed there till we were convinced by the Seo’s to move to the US. I was in fourth grade by then, and I joined them in the same school in fifth.
So that explains my mixed sort of an accent. Sometimes I have some very Australian pronunciations, and sometimes just some American or even Korean side pops out.
As for Felix, he stayed in Australia till he was in fifth grade and came to the US in the middle of the year itself.
So yeah, That’s for us!
Matt: yeah, we met in eight grade I think? That’s when we became good friends. I was intensely intimidated by you guys. They were a gang! A group of them just walking around, laughing so loudly!
*Scattered laughs*
Matt: Oh next, Sky, you’re up.
Seungmin: Okay. Pretty simple.
Born in Korea to American-Korean parents, moved to America at two years old. We live on the same block as theirs (Seo’s, Lee’s), just a couple houses away. Chan when moved, he got a house beside mine.
Hera, Changbin Hyung and Lee know hyung, we grew up together. I was two when I met them, so basically known them for as long as I can remember. After school, I went to the UK with Hera for higher education and came to Korea directly for Stray kids!
Matt: Wow! Neat, quick!
Han: Okay!
So I was born in Korea, to Korean parents and studied there till third grade-ish. Then we moved around a bunch to Malaysia, Thailand, US but eventually got back to Korea and settled there till I joined JYP and met Chan.
Matt: Wow, you moved a lot huh?!
*Han nodded*
Hyunjin: So, mine’s also pretty simple.
I was born in Korea and lived there till I was almost four or five, I’m not sure. I almost started kindergarten there, even went for a week, but we moved to the US where we met the Armani’s and I joined the same school as hers'. We became friends, and she introduced me to them. (He waved at Seungmin, Changbin and lee know.)
Matt: So, most of ya’ll are raised in America?
*They nod in agreement*
Chan: Inne-nah! Go on!
Jeongin: Very short and sweet.
Born and raised in Korea, Busan, to completely Korean parents.
Matt: Oh!! Woww
So he’s the only true bred, fully Korean Korean in your group? Wow!
*They all cackle*
Lee know: Changbin-ah and mine is I think entirely same, so I’ll just speak for the both of us.
I was born to completely Korean parents and my father was friends with his mother. So, she is part Korean, but she went to the US in her teens.
My mother, is also entirely Korean and is friends with Changbin’s dad, that actually how they met and set each other up. They all went to the same college along with Hera’s parents. Her mother was friends with my mom and his dad. His parents went to the US right after college with Hera’s parents, and my parents followed a couple months later.
When my mother was pregnant with me, Asians do this thing, where they prefer to go to their hometowns, or their families for pre-natal care. So, my mom had gone back to Korea, that’s where I was born. And Changbin’s mom did the same.
So, both of us are born in Korea, came back to US literally as a few months old and have been raised there.
Matt: woah…
Jeongin: That was a lot.
Seungmin: That was you AND you’re parents’ background stories!
Changbin: Yeah, but people do get confused and question us constantly, so here it is.
Chan: All there!
Matt: Last but not the least!
Chan: Uri maknae!
Hera: So, I’ll just continue Lee know story. My mom went to India when she was pregnant with me and came back to the US at a couple of months old.
Oh but yeah! I am the only one in the group who is not even partially Korean.
Seungmin: And yet here you are, in a k-pop band.
Hera: shut up min.
So, my parents are both very much Indian, but they studied and lived in the US for the most part. As for me, I studied in the US and went to the UK with Seungmin for higher education.
Chan: Which explains the little British pronunciations she has, so ya’ll can stop making fun of that!
Hera: And some of the members from Ateez had also been our friends since i could remember.
I think it was first grade when Bin be friended Yunho, who was friends with Mingi already so that's how we tied up with them. And around third grade-ish was when Wooyoung joined our school and we became friends with him, while San joined in middle school.
As for Hongjoong and Hwa, i think Minho introduced Hwa as their mums knew each other...? And we met Joong through hwa.
That's a lot. I don't know how ya'll are gonna process that information.
*they hoot out laughing*
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Oh god I am so in love with the way you write these, I’ve smiled like an idiot reading all of them. I laughed aloud at the idea of Goemon returning someone’s kid only for them to suddenly be a master of stealth.
If by any miracle you catch this ask and feel like thinking about it; do you have any opinions on what jobs the gang might be keeping should they belong in a universe that is totally mundane? Are they all interlinked/do they keep well out of eachothers’ way, has Lupin ever managed to stay employed for over a month etc. etc.
:,) I’d love to hear your takes on this simply because I think about it a lot. I think it’s an interesting character study.
i pride myself on my thoughts either being true or funny so it warms the lupin sized hole in my lupin sized heart that i am hitting one of those notes at least SO THANK YOU SO SO VERY MUCH LET’S TALK ABOUT MORTGAGES AND SHIT
lupin:
lupin. does not change that much as a person. like demeanor, personality-wise, he's still loud, giggly, smug even when it's unjustified, he’s just slightly less main-character-y about it, but he’s still the guy that says goodbye to everyone in the starbucks before he leaves and for some reason everyone feels compelled to say it back
jumps from job to job BUT. there was ONE time he got employee of the month. he was a solid olive garden waiter. but maybe he was just getting those favor points for being too lazy to bother the table refilling water every two minutes, and the little magic tricks he did were cute, and frankly, lupin is just a memorable name that you’d bring up if someone asked about the service there. honestly he only worked there to sneak bites of the pasta and because he thought the getup was sleek
jigen was his neighbor as a kid, and honestly they didn’t immediately like each other until they were like 15ish and caught each other trying to sneak out of the house after they’d both been grounded for completely separate events. they thought it was funny and hung out that night and after that they started to ACTUALLY grow close. nowadays they’ve got that “we’ve known each other for two decades and we’re still as close as ever” type thing everybody wishes they had, and they catch up about a week on average if they don’t just normally bump into each other. they were prob even roomies at some point
jigen:
i can very easily see his like mundane normal life being oddly content. this is maybe weird but i’m getting like. an everything-repairman here. he still has that gruff, doesn’t totally want to be here vibe, but he’s so damn good at like carpentry and mechanics that his yelp review average is pretty good! like hey. if your washer works again your washer works again. it just took two and a half hours of perfect silence with this guy sitting in your home.
as a result, jigen is unusually the tie between fujiko and goemon to lupin. he did some work at their places of business, mentioned this woman who barely looked up to wave when he came in to fix the lights, and then this man who wouldn’t STOP keeping his eyes on him once he came in, watching him like a hawk, and lupin was like wtf. weird people. unrelated uh where did you say they worked and what were their names, heights and zodiac signs?
definitely the porch guy. y’know the neighbor everyone had at some point who just gets home and sits on the porch for like three hours. jigen is that guy. the funny thing is cuz of his hat (which. maybe is like a baseball cap now idk the fedora seems unfitting for standard average joe life) nobody can even tell he’s fallen asleep twenty minutes in and isn’t actually casually keeping watch over the street. classic jigen move
fujiko:
the funny thing is. honestly aside from the theft and espionage her CURRENT life could translate pretty well. there’s no cap to the discord kitten grindset. BUT SHE’D NEVER STOOP THAT LOW LMAO she's probably just chatting up the usual camps of nepo babies trying sooo hard to impress people and old men that miiiight write her into the will
i think she’s got a gig at a bridal shop/just a formal dress shop in general. she’s very interested in the way trends change and the sheer amount of bank people are willing to lay down just because of a brand? like she got her boyfriend last year to buy her this prada bag but that was someone ELSE’S problem, not hers! 9 times out of 10 she’s just doing her job but if she slowly starts to actually click with a client she’ll guide them to where they can find some nice jewelry that’s still quality but not highway robbery
still in that schrodinger’s relationship with lupin, it’s just, slightly more communicated between them here. if you asked if she had a boyfriend, she’d probably say no, but after spending a bit of time talking to her you notice that she keeps bringing up this one specific guy she used to be with, kinda like she. is currently with him? and then lupin comes in like “hey bbg i brought you some panera for your lunchbreak! they were outta the soup you like at the first one so i ran by two <3” and she’s like “thank you darling just set it on the table over there!” and he leaves. and you just stare at her. no further conversation on the matter transpires
goemon:
oh god it’s so hard for me to imagine him being some average guy. first thing that came to mind is his hair is still that long, he just keeps it tied back for convenience’s sake and when he lets it down everyone’s like oh shit!! he’s kinda rocking that! also tends to wear big cardigans and coats to like. evoke the imagery of his usual attire Wait those are more character redesign notes than anything let's get back on track here
what job would fucking OHHH A MUSEUM GUY?? not really the sharing history with people half but like, keeping artifacts clean, organizing displays, having all that knowledge in his head but just not really telling anyone lol IT’S NOT THAT HE’S BOTHERED by the idea of throwing a little knowledge on the patrons, he just gets into so much of the nitty gritty that the average person has no idea how they went from talking about wood carvings to erosion on the shore of shizuoka. on that note are we set in japan here? uhhhhhhhhhhhhh?hhhh?? maybe
only really consistently hangs with jigen, and really, it’s because of jigen’s repair gig. museums break a lot! goemon doesn’t really mesh with too many people upfront, so he’s very interested in why he has some gut reaction to jigen despite only having spoken to him for two hours total in the last month. over time they’d become actual friends, but it’d take a bit for him to reach the “this is my man lupin and the purse with legs is his broad” introduction and then the way he WORDS that introduction starts an entire fight that leaves goemon absolutely baffled at how these people are. maybe friends? in time he warms up to them though, but maybe it’d take some unusual bonding experience, like a camping trip that immediately went south
zenigata:
saying he’d be a cop is BORING he wouldn’t be a COP. … there’s a distinction between a cop and a private investigator alright? BUT NO REALLY LET’S HAVE FUN WITH THIS yknow what would suck but really be funny. boring job. 9 to 5 office shit with nothing to do all day. oh he’d hate it, he’d be like pacing the room and shit just waiting for an excuse to actually DO something cuz its so fucking DULL in this FUCKING BEIGE BUILDING. like that bob's burger's bit where he has a nightmare about working in accounting or whatever
the story in the og manga was that somehow lupin and zenigata (and i believe fujiko too?) met in college. which. hey man the numbers could line up and frankly it sounds hilarious so i’ll buy that. he runs into him time to time just organically and still doesn’t like him a lot lot but it’s more of a personality thing than anything else. and without the occasional heroics their original life has, zeni doesn’t get to see the actual good potential for a kind person like he has before so despite them having less reasons to beef HE LIKES LUPIN EVEN LESS IN THIS WORLD. maybe he’ll come around eventually
sorry to keep going on this train of thought but really he’d be so different from his actual self just because of the different circumstances that it's really interesting to me. internally he’s the same but being subjected to the crazy shit in the franchise (strangely enough) kinda softened him up externally, but THIS zenigata doesn’t have that. so he’s like, polite to strangers and all. holds the door open for you. but he’s just so BITTER inside about how much more interesting things COULD be, like there’s envy there about how the gang doesn’t seem bothered by anything and has fun almost every day he happens to see what they’re up to. how does that even make sense?! SORRY THAT’S NOT REALLY FUN I DUNNO WHAT'S POSSESSED ME HERE just give him some time, some weirdo event will happen and it’ll knock everything within him back into place as we know him normally. he just needs the right insane motivation to fire up that deranged part of him that’s been lying dormant for a few decades
it just occurred to me i never mentioned mortgages once. damn
#i apologize i'm so bad at normie-ifying characters. LIKE IT IS A FUN CONCEPT BUT IM LIKE oh god how do we. do this. who's working at lowe's#lupin iii#lupin the third#lupin#jigen#fujiko#goemon#zenigata#asks
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Let’s Talk Whump No.3
Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump!
I’m Malice, from @whumpers-inc and today I’ve got the fabulous @brutal-nemesis in the house to talk about her experience with and love for whump!
Let’s talk about you! Tell us something about yourself :)
Yo, I'm Nemi, I'm in my 20s and a whumper all the way, baby. Outside of whump, I like rocks (like have an entire degree in geology like rocks), video games (Octopath Traveler, Pokemon, FE, Nancy Drew PC games...), anime (don't ask me about Chainsaw Man, I won't shut up), and hiking (rocks but in their natural habitat).
What does “whump” mean to you?
I get to stab men and laugh about it. I love violence, I am very sadistic
Your fearsome reputation is something of a legend around here. How did you find whump and what made you want to join?
Very long rabbit hole but to be less long about it, I saw some whump stuff on the blog of a pokemon tumblr I stalked (because I didn't have an account) and I was like, Hey This Is The Shit. I lurked for a while but as time went on, I wanted to talk to people about whump and share my own shit cuz I've never really had anyone to talk to about that sort of stuff (at least not without making them really concerned lol).
Being able to talk about wanting to beat up/stab/restrain a guy without concerned looks and questions is so therapeutic, honestly. Do you have a favourite(s) whump trope?
Gore, noncon surgery & body modification, vivisection, female whumper w/ male whumpee, and just general depravity!
Female whumpers, my beloveds! Speaking of favourite pieces, tell us one that you’ve written?
Uhhhh what have I written at all...mmm, well, as far as Castys things, if I had to pick one, it'd probably be Cycle-stys of Yikes . Basically it's a nice little overview of Castys losing his damn mind while he's stuck in a lab for like 240 years. It's probably one of the darkest things I've written as far as, uh, what happens, and that's saying a lot. Idk I just feel like I did a good job with describing these really fucked up actions as...whatever the hell he thought was happening.
For Erebus and Terror...it's hard. I'm really proud of the whole series, tbh, just how I've been able to develop both Erebus and Neteri over time as they change each other, but for a standout chapter...Maybe Chapter 14, Red, White, and Blue , cuz I really love the way I wrote Erebus's panic and what was happening to him from his POV without explicitly describing what was happening. And what's not to love about how upset he is in that one :)
Damn, Red, White and Blue! You’ve definitely earned your reputation..that was brutal! Is there anything new you’re working on at the moment?
Yare yare...I should get started on the next chapter of E&T at some point, shouldn't I? I mean, I have a huge AU stockpile that's basically all between me and one person and we just sit on them, so probably nothing from there for the people...So yeah, probably the next chapter of E&T whenever I get around to that and then I'll probably try to come up with something for Castys since I'm sure people miss him.
Take it from me, the people definitely miss Castys! Care to share what your writing routine usually looks like?
Hahahaha who knows, man. Back before my lil hiatus, I used to write every day whenever I had time and felt like it, but then I became Gamer Mode for a few months and I'm still working on getting out of that habit. But usually just on the couch or in my room with either my video game/anime OST playlist on shuffle (she's 59 hrs long!) or my weeb playlist (anime ops and whatnot) because if it's English words then it's harder to focus on writing, y’know. Usually I jump around in whatever chapter or piece I'm writing, writing the scenes or bits of dialogue/description as they come to me, and slowly stitching the whole thing together until it's one whole blanket boy.
Is there an easy thing for you to write, something the words just pour for? Anything you struggle with writing?
The easiest thing in the world is whatever bullshit thoughts Castys is having. He is incredibly easy to channel. Any of his dialogue or what he's thinking about comes without much thought. The words also usually flow for my classic™ incredibly long run-on sentence paragraphs that have like no breaks in them cuz it's all go go go, baby. Erebus and Neteri talking isn't too hard either, especially if they're bickering. As far as hard, probably descriptions of pain because it can hard to say how much a thing hurts over and over without being repetitive. I am also not a researcher. I will just be out here making shit up because it's MY fantasy world so I can have whatever bullshit I want!
Do you have any words of wisdom or writing advice for us?
Well, my old habit that worked for me was to try and write every day, for at least half an hour. If I end up going more, great, but if it's not working at least I tried. That and inspiration is everywhere. Steal whatever shit you like and cobble it together into something unrecognisable. It's not plagiarism cuz you're making something new. Like, E&T came from Stephen King's Misery and a magical girl anime. Go crazy, go stupid.
Go crazy, go stupid. I love it! Let’s give a shout out to your favourite writing/whump blogs, bffs or people who've inspired you. We're hyping everyone up here!
Can't not shout out the bestie @galaxywhump who has impeccable taste and bomb writing and we talk a whole lot everyday and yeah, queen shit. @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifih-wifi is another good friend and amazing writer and she's got so many different stories that everyone can find something they love. Ugh, there's a lot of other people I could talk about, but I'll give the last shout-out to @whump-side cuz her art just always hits the spot for me, so fuckin good.
Thank you so much for taking the time to talk to us today. Is there anything you like to add?
Don't be afraid to be a little bit silly, lads, we're here to have fun and it doesn't have to be the most serious shit in the world for it to be good whump. we love being silly and crazy.
Thanks for dropping by @brutal-nemesis !
And to all the readers, have a whump-derful day!
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request: hello there, idk if requests are open cuz it says open and then closed but here i am, trying. if not, i dont wanna bother :c but, could you please do some rengoku angst? still not over it, love him and your writing ♡♡♡.
# tags: scenario; current relationship; light romance; drama; hard angst; crying; mention of blood & death; mugen train; snow hashira!reader; rather sfw
includes: gender neutral reader ft. kyojuro rengoku + tanjirou kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, inosuke hashibira and akaza in the background {kny}
author’s note: hi! hope this is what you asked for :D thank you so much!
The moment you heard a terrified voice, or rather the scream of a young swordsman with slightly burgundy hair, made your heart stop for a short moment. As soon as possible and with the last of your strength, you ran towards your partner, who at that moment was fighting against a young demon. With the Eighth Form, you froze the ground under your feet, thanks to which the front of the train stopped burning, and Akaza’s legs were trapped in the ice.
“Kyojuro!” Your loud scream made each of them turn towards you. The blood dripping from your right collarbone and the visible scabs on your forehead were a painful sight for your fiancé, but he was glad you were safe. After all, he was the one who asked you to annihilate the second demon, and he had a feeling that you would cope with this task. As soon as you shielded the three children and the Flame Pillar with your body, you made a slight amusement on the demon’s face.
“Is this another toy for me? King Muzan didn’t say anything about you... Are you a new addition to the Demon Slayer Corps?” His mocking voice only caused more anger in your body. You immediately took advantage of his moment of inattention.
Third Form: Snow rain
Your quick cuts with blue weapon quite effectively chased the demon away from the five of you, so you ran to the injured men as fast as possible, asking if everything was okay. After all, you were also a good medic, and you always enjoyed talking with Shinbu about healing people and potions against demons. Fortunately, apart from a few scratches and bruises, everyone was fine.
“Y/N, please take the boys and get out of here.” Kyojuro grabbed your left arm and you immediately shook your head.
“You know that I’ll never leave you.” You smiled softly and the man just rolled his both, shiny eyes.
Your moment was destroyed, of course, by a nervous demon that ran towards you. You instantly grabbed Zenitsu and Inosuke by their clothes, jumping to a safe distance. Rengoku did the same, but saved Tanjiro from a rampaging demon.
“Boys. Listen.” You turned to two teenagers, and they turned their attention to you. “I let you swear and destroy nature around us, we have to beat this freak.” You kind of made a joke, and in a way your voice seemed to be the most serious tone in the world. The two younger people just nodded. “However, if you feel threatened, please step back.” You added at the end and then moved towards Akaza using the other Forms of your Breathing.
Your cold snow and your fiancé’s hot flames were a perfect match. The Water Breathing along with yours made sharp needles of ice, while Zenitsu and Kyojuro were great at working on the fiery lightning. Inosuke has been an amazing support to all of you, straining his own hearing and physical strength.
“You two. You’d be nice demons.” At one point, your opponent turned to you and the second Hashira, and you just laughed.
“You know, hardly anyone would want to reduce their strength and intelligence. You, as demons, are quite weak and extremely stupid.” You spoke honestly, which only annoyed the monster; he focused on you once more. Luckily, your partner reacted and pushed him away again with his katana.
Your fight continued for a few more minutes; although time passed very fast, for the five of you passed slowly. You felt like you were in a time loop where the temperature and lighting changed every short second. Each of you bravely pushed the demon off the train, and you even cut off his arm. At some point, however, you and Kyojuro, seeing that the swordsmen younger than you were getting more and more tired, allowed yourself to use your techniques to push them away from the battlefield as well. Although Tanjirou and Inosuke have sworn they still have the strength to fight, you did not allow them to continue the battle by your side.
With your hot heart you fought side by side with the Pillar of Fire. At one point you decided to use your quite similar techniques which together created a kaleidoscope of colors and water vapor.
Fifth Form: Flame Tiger
Fifht Form: Snow Leopard
You managed to hurt the demon, however at one point you noticed a strange bloodlust in his both eyes, and the movement of his hand was enough to protect the second Pillar with you whole body again.
Suddenly you felt a strange feeling of chill that wasn’t caused by your Breathing Style. It was something... different, unknown, strange.
“... Y/N?”
“My dearest...?”
When the flames were gone, the snow melted and the dust fell to the dirty ground, three young swordsmen shouted your first or last name.
“I guess the demons aren’t that weak after all, are they?” He asked with a huge smirk and you just spat out some light blood from your mouth. Your lungs and head ached, and for the first time in a long time, your eyes, feet and stomach stung so much.
“You’re still weak. The sun is about to kill you, you stupid creature. For me, it’s pleasant, so relaxing. This is what makes us different from each other.” You whispered and the demon looked up. He quickly took his hand out of you and then ran towards the dark forest. Blond-haired immediately followed him, and the boys younger than you ran up to your body, slowly laying you down on the sand and damaged grass. “Boys, don’t cry. Next time you’ll beat him. I believe it.”
“... We’ll beat him together, Y/N-san.”
“You are definitely right.” You smiled. “Take care of Kyojuro, okay? He’s very sensitive, although he doesn’t look like that.” You whispered, and they just nodded. “I love you all very much. Eat a lot and grow up healthy.”
When your fiancé returned, his eyes were full of tears and blood. Your delicate body, or more specifically your head, lay on Tanjiro’s lap while Zenitsu covered your belly with his black-yellow haori. Inosuke didn’t know what to do at the very beginning, but then he took off his mask and touched your hair as gently as he could. They were still soft and shiny.
Kyojuro simply fell to his knees at the sight of it and crawled to you, screaming towards the sky for someone to take him, not you. He shouted that he should die, not you.
Definitely no one had ever seen the Flame Pillar like this before; always joyful, full of energy and love for people, the man was now a bundle of sadness, guilt and tears. And as he hugged your increasingly stiff body tightly, he felt a stronger and stronger feeling of hatred, anger and fear within him, and there was one sentence in his head that spoke of his desire to avenge you.
#— 🍓#kimetsu no yaiba#kimetsu no yaiba scenarios#kimetsu no yaiba imagines#kimetsu no yaiba x reader#kimetsu no yaiba x you#demon slayer#demon slayer scenarios#demon slayer imagines#demon slayer x reader#demon slayer x you#kny#kny scenarios#kny imagines#kny x reader#kny x you#rengoku kyojuro#rengoku kyojuro scenarios#rengoku kyojuro imagines#rengoku kyojuro x reader#rengoku kyojuro x you#rengoku kyojuro x y/n
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at first I lovedddd the webcomic, it's my favourite webcomic of all time. Sometimes I felt like things were rushed (cough cough.. bone dragon arc...) And just seemed off in the story, like it wasn't even meant to be in it but I didn't mind it bc I liked the silliness and lightheartedness of the story until I read the q&a. I was so thrown off by how "rude" the artist seemed and when it got to the point where someone asked about all the changes that's when I was like "changes? You mean they changed a few things about the story from the original novel?". I then started digging around and that's when I found ur blogs and wow, the whole story changed perspectives for me. After reading more and more I found out exactly how complex Lloyds character is and his relationship with other characters and the whole "Javiers hair is mint green cuz silver is hard to draw" as a just beginner artist I thought was very stupid. I tried reading the novel after finding out how much was actually changed and how the novel is more complex and filled out than the novel but I'm too small brained and trying to read something with mostly words makes my head actually spin and lose interest (which is why I only read the adaptations of stuff a d never the novels) . I find it quite sad actually bc at first when we got introduced to og Lloyd in the newest chapter I instantly fell in love with him because I like his type of character and I find him very relatable, always blaming others (even tho I know I'm wrong), making excuses, violent behaviour, actually somewhat caring about things but mostly not really and using alcohol (for me it's daydreaming) as a way to escape. Or at least that's how I see him in the webcomic and yeah that's why I find him very relatable. I love him so much even more than Kim (y'all don't attack me for this T^T) but after reading ur blog about him and realising he's completely different and much more whiny and shitty in the novel I'm just like "aw man, my fav character that most people hate is actually supposed to be a absolute bitch with no good or relatable thing about him(I still love webcomic him tho)" . I'm very disappointed with the webcomic now honestly and would love to read the novel but again I just literally can't read only words (if u have any suggestions on how to make it easier and more interesting to read novels wiithout literally having to bang my head on my table because of all the words and no pictures that would be really great!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)
Wait now that I'm reading this I realised I went completely off course and just saying stuff about myself , I understand if ya don't reply or have anything to say cuz honestly neither would I T^T
sorry it took me so long to reply!
you are so valid nonnie i appreciate you took me along your journey <3
as for ways to read novels more easily! mmhh personally i've never really struggled with binge reading, so take my words with a grain of salt, but i've heard doing it in small chunks helps! you don't have to rush through a novel, you can do it at your pace. maybe you can liveblog it, point out stuff you like or made you laugh or just notice while you read. tged specifically has a lot of chapters but most of them hover around the 2.5-2.7k word count, so you can read one chapter at a time without getting to overwhelmed. the writing style is very simple, has constant breaks and also it does have illustrations for every chapter! if that helps!
if you can do it, maybe also changing the font or the spacing can help. personally i like clear fonts without too much embellishments and 1.15 spacing, but you can experiment until you find a font that you can read easily.
i hope some of this is useful, like i said, not really my area of expertise but i really hope you can enjoy the novel! it's really good and i think you'll have a lot of fun reading it if you enjoyed the webcomic as it is!
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I get scared that I’m in the portion of my life that is the part where everyone said it would get better, and if this is the best I’m going to get…. And I’m not even being ungrateful for some of the good I do have it’s just the bad is so debilitating. I’m at the point now where I’m very sure that there is someone who hears our prayers and wishes and they are just laughing at me. Cuz one time is a coincidence but after over twenty years worth you figure that it’s you. So now I’m at a point where I no longer pray and wish and that’s devastating in its own way. I’m not sure what I want out of messaging you about it, you don’t have to post or respond, I just needed to say it to someone. If I tell my boyfriend it’ll kill him. How do people keep hope and how can I be better at it?
Thank you for feeling safe enough to message me something like this. I know it's hard to say things like this out loud so I'm glad I could offer some help in just you getting it off your chest. Also, fair warning, with these types of messages I tend to ramble and go on and on, so I apologize for that in advance. I don't intend to sound preachy or like I know best, either. You can ignore everything I say, honestly, I won't be offended. The gist of it, is you're not alone and you can't lose hope.
(Upon finishing my answer, it's long-long. Like 1k words)
I'm not an extremely religious person but I totally get what you're saying. My mom always said going to church and saying a prayer would make things that I felt were bad feel better, but I've never really felt much better afterwards. I won't delve too deeply into the religious side of things, but I really understand what you're saying. There are some pretty terrible people in the world who get whatever they want and then there's me who said my prayers before bed for YEARS and asked for help and got nothing in return. It's really hard to feel faithful when it seems like every prayer goes unanswered. I know what you mean by feeling devastated by no longer wanting to pray or wish. But I also think that if you take a break, it's not like you can't go back. One thing I do still believe in is the higher powers that be will always take someone back even if their faith was shaken.
I don't think you're alone in how you're feeling. I've had to redefine my happiness a lot over the last few years. Sometimes it feels like I'm doing myself a disservice by doing so, but it also feels like if I don't then I'll spiral real bad. I feel the same way you do, I have a LOT of good in my life that I'm very grateful for, but it's hard to ignore the overwhelming parts that aren't so good. Even as a society there is so much bad and turmoil. It's hard to believe in good things and a bright future when, especially in the last few years, it seems like the world is on a mission to not have a future. I worry all the time that I will never be able to afford a house or have kids (something I've always, always wanted) and moreover that my parents will never meet my kids because they'll be gone before I can afford it. I worry I'll never be happy with how I look or feel about myself. I worry that my long-term boyfriend will never propose because we can't afford that either. I worry that people are constantly judging how I choose to live my life because of all these things. I always feel behind.
I'm not sure I have the answers on behalf of everyone, but for me, I've chosen to really focus on my own peace of mind. The parts of my life that are good, I spend more time focusing on those things. I have a job that supports the apartment I'm fortunate to have. I love my boyfriend. Because of where I teach I was able to get all my student loans forgiven. I enjoy reading books and writing on here. I am really focusing on being better to my body physically and emotionally. Every time I have pasta or a bake potato I think about how good life is.
I've definitely mentioned it before but I'm very anti-news and I tell everyone it really changed my life by turning it off. I still read headlines so I'm not totally in the dark and I'll look things up if necessary, but not watching all the horrible things that have happened in my state has made me infinitely happier.
Part of my own weird philosophy here is that I have to believe in hope. It's not something I let slip by. I hope all day long. You're not wrong though, it's probably the hardest thing I've ever done because it seems like there's every reason not to have hope these days. It's super frustrating. But I watch these videos of "humans being human" and it's all these heartwarming stories of people catching children out of burning buildings or saving a dog from a flood. They make me cry and make me hope. https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/ is also a REALLY good website to make you believe in humanity and good when you're feeling down.
I think (and hope) your boyfriend would also be supportive if you told him. There's a chance that maybe he feels the same way? Or maybe he can help you feel better in a way that you haven't thought of yet. If you choose to not tell him, I hope you find someone to talk to instead because it's REALLY hard to do this alone. I'm in the same boat as you; I know it's easier said than done. I don't tell my boyfriend how I'm feeling a lot of the time either (that's why I'm always writing cathartic things about how I feel on here).
You're also always welcome to share how you're feeling here. Good or bad. I'm a great sounding board (in my personal opinion). I would love to cheer you on or support you when you're feeling down. Whatever you want. Obviously I'm not a professional, but I can feel how difficult things seem for you in what you wrote. I'm a firm believer in happy endings too, so if this doesn't feel like this is the best, then you haven't hit the best yet. So you can't lose hope. I know it's hard and I don't think enough people say that. Having hope is one of the most challenging parts of my life. I was REALLY negative for...gosh, I think it was something like 6-8 years. My friend pointed out I was really negative. Over a Facebook message. Just said she was worried about me. It was like a switch in me. I didn't realize how bad I got.
So it's not going to be easy, but I hope you don't lose hope. If you feel like you can't, let me know. I'll hope for you too.
Hopefully, (no pun intended) this helped just a little. Please let me know if you ever need to vent, I'm always going to be here 💕
xoxo
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tw for death i just need to get these thoughts out of my head for now
so, my great grandma passed away the other day. i dont feel like i deserve any "sorry for yr loss" shit cuz like.. truth be told i didnt like her that much. she was an old conservative white woman, im sure you know what i mean by that. i used to have to leave the living room to go cry in the bathroom cuz ofthe shit she said about trans people
she didnt know i was trans so maybe if she did it wouldve been different, but regardless
shes dead now, and im just. really dissociated tbh. and a little sad. and a little angry
its just. i mean it sounds so stupid to say "oh death is traumatic for me" because death is traumatic for pretty much everyone i think? its scary. terrifying. and you can never outrun it, no matter what
i mentioned this in a different post, but my fear of death started INCREDIBLY early, like no kid should be scared thinking about that stuff but i was. and i asked her specifically after having a dream where she was like. brutally murdered, i asked her if she was going to die soon and she laughed a little and said no
i was only a little kid back then but it. i dont know how to describe this. knowing that the answer has changed is so... suffocating. death catches up with everyone and every time it proves that in my life i just get more and more stressed
and i mean, i cant lie. i know i didnt like her but i used to. i used to really love her, and i know she really loved me. i was her favorite, im pretty sure. this still hurts. i dont think i deserve any condolences or whatever cuz. i hadnt seen her for a whole year, up until recently. i purposefully stayed home and away instead of visiting cuz i just didnt like being around someone like her. that hasnt changed, but im still glad i got to see her one last time. i saw her apparently 2 days before she died, which is traumatic on its own
my brain has such a hard time processing the.. finality of it. she told me she liked my hair and how it was shorter and it felt good. when we left cuz her morphine was kicking in and she was out of it, i hugged her and told her i loved her, and she said she loved me too. her voice was quiet and whispery, honestly. weak, yknow how it is. she had lung cancer, idk why its always cancer
its scary to have my relatives slowly dropping dead one by one. like.. my family is getting smaller, isnt that terrifying? i dont know how to handle this. i know its a long ways away but my mind is just.. waiting with bated breath for when it takes my nana, and my grandma, and my mom, my siblings. etc
ive tried so hard to come to terms with this thing and it. its all for nothing because no matter how i look at it, no matter the optimism or the peace or WHATEVER, im still terrified of it. its natural, it happens to everyone, every single living thing on this planet will die eventually. its so scary, i dont want to die. i dont want the people i love to die, but its not like i get a say in it
now shes gone, the last moments i spent with her are like.. haunting my brain. and i feel GUILT, especially. i think i was valid in not wanting to see her for so long, i dont feel particularly guilty for that. but i feel guilty that even after all that time, she still loved me. i guess im glad she never knew how i really felt about her
whats even worse? the other day, im assuming the day she died, i overheard my mom talking to her on the phone
and it was like.. idk it made me sick? hearing my mom telling her in this like.. not nonchalant but. not how someone whos grandma is dying real time would sound id imagine. her telling her that shes gotta spread her wings, and go meet grandpa, and watch over us
i dont know if she was dead when my mom said it or not, or maybe she was fading then and there, but. it made me so sad. what if she could hear? i guess she probably wouldnt, the drugs made her very.. gone. but like. if she could, the last thing she wouldve heard was someone telling her shes going to die
how terrifying is that? im still stuck up on that. if i was dying would my mom say something like that to me? i dont wanna think about it
it makes me mad, though
i guess she died on call with my mom but. no one mentioned anything about it until today, and i had to go out of my way to literally ASK if she was dead
why do they keep doing this to me? i have a fucking right to know. they did it with artemis too. when my grandmas cat got put down cuz of her heart failure, NO ONE told me until a few days later when my sibling was like "did you hear about artemis?" and my heart sank cuz.. thats never a good thing to hear and they were like "yeah idk why nobody told you? but grandma put her down"
i still havent really processed her death, i fell back on escapism and dissociation, i dont know if im ready for that yet
why wouldnt you tell me? why dont i have the right to know? why dont they tell me anything anymore, my bedroom is right next to yours
its so frustrating. even if it hurts me, LET IT hurt me. let me grieve and mourn, its what im supposed to do. i cant tell if its a sheltering thing or if they genuinely just. feel like it doesnt matter to tell me or not. its so upsetting man
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do you have any gif requests in that case?? 😏
i literally DO dont even enable me i have an entire list on my phone. hold on. just for what i'd like to see that i HAVEN'T seen already..
a specific post just for that little jump he does in s3 where u see his entire tummy. so important
the bit where he's pulling his sleeves up at the donation table cuz he looks nice
the car crash scene i haven't seen the car crash scene in a while...
could go well for a like multi part thing of the moment he realises what he has to do and takes that little pause look to the side decision momenthe does -> smashcut to Him Doing it in his final girl big finale moment.. so him at his car in season 1 -> the first hit on the Demogorgon (not the bat twirl sadly), max telling him its billy -> hitting billy, weathertop -> car crash, and then flipped on its head in s4 when he's like im the one going in -> HE gets to be the one being rescued :)
him sleeping in the wheelers basement and robin sleeping in the rv later bc thats special to me. theyre sleepy.
i also think there needs to be more of him in s2 with the bat other than the big obvious scenes like under utilised little moments... i <3 nailbat
eddie jump hopping (jopping) forward trying to scare chrissy into waking up
from the hip pop post number 1, 2, 6 and 8 but honestly a every time he puts his hands on his hips set would change lives. my life... i think they're all in that post minus when he's in the hallway watching nancy and jonathan in s1 and outside the byers yeah its me don't cream ur pants I THINK that's all of them..
the scene where nancy smacks the phone out of his hand when he's being a hysterical girl i just think it's funny
robin sitting on the counter + steve leaning back in his chair twirling his hat. gay people!!!!
him telling barb where his bathroom is then watching to make sure she makes it + telling tommy to shut up when he jokes about jonathan killing will or whatever + passing carol some of his food his little Nice in s1 moments
eddie pulling that jacket? blanket? whatever over him in the rv to hide
robin checking on him in the background after eddie lets him go from the boat house bit
any split second full body/background shot moment like these three AKA he's so eempsy but the first 2 in particular.. so good
the scene where he and dustin r following the yoga instructor and he just turns around and faces a wall it's one of my favourites ever
ROBIN TELLING HIM the spider is gonna lay eggs in his brain and the laugh she does as she walks off but like that whole scene with the dialogue. theyre so silly
the ULTIMATE For Fox set would be the little finger wave he does to eddie + you KNOW i don't do double vhs popped hip (but with the quote cuz he's sooo...) + the silly kissy face he does when the donation girl asks that tax question in the s4 epilogue + crossing his legs dramatically in the wheeler's basement reading that magazine + the face he makes at his date at the basketball game + the eating banana hand on hip bit and the caption would BE! Gay little steve...
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So I don’t usually make posts about anon hate, I’m pretty good at laughing it off and the only one issue I can think about that I couldn’t laugh off was when I left the Zoophobia fandom and an anon (might have been one person could have been multiple, but I suspect it was just the one) was using depression as a form to guilt trip me. As someone who knows two people with depression, I did not and will never find this funny or acceptable.
That being said this morning I woke up to an anonymous ask, I have since deleted the ask but I do want to address it.
I made this post a few days ago talking about the Hazbin pilot, and asking people if their interest in the show had changed since it came out - https://palettepainter.tumblr.com/post/706536540205154304/keep-it-civil-to-my-hazbin-followers-has-your#notes
I actually got some replies to this, both on Tumblr and Twitter, and everyone was very civil and when I sent my replies back to them to talk about the show, none of them got weird of hateful towards my opinions - then I woke up this morning to an anonymous ask saying this: “Hazbin fans: Haha, I’m in danger”
There was more to the ask but honestly my brain just kinda blocked the rest of it out, I registered it as hate I didn’t want to deal with so I just deleted it. Let me be clear: I do not hate Hazbin. I never said in the post that I hated Hazbin, go back and read it if you have to. The only thing I said in that post that I didn’t like was the writing in Helluva Boss and a few of the Hazbin redesigns. That’s it. I even stretch to say I hate the redesigns, I’m just not a big fan of most cuz they haven’t changed a lot so there’s nothing to go into a big whoop about. I’d say the one I dislike the most is Adam, that’s all. His design so far is the only one I really have a small issue with. The Hazbin fandom has been running on fan content for three years since the pilot came out, which I and others understand since the crew and Viv herself are limited in what they can and can’t say about the show, but it’s the same deal with Zoophobia. Zoophobia was running on fan content for YEARS and that was why my interest started to waver in the first place, we’ve had no real character information from the team. We’ve had redesigns yes, but that’s it, pictures you can look at for a second. Can you honestly - if you get off your high horse for just a second - say that all of the Hazbin fandom would have the same intense love for this show after three years of no animation? ALL the hazbin fans?
I like having anonymous asks open, I want to give anyone who wants to ask me a question or send in a headcannon or whatever the opportunity too. I enjoy answering your questions, and yes while I know having anonymous asks open is a two way deal situation where you can’t have the kind asks without running the risk of getting some petty hate every now and then, here’s the main problem here. It is NOT the fact that I’ve received hate that’s the issue here, there’s always gonna be somebody that want’s to feel clever and send in a hate ask just to feel something, my issue is what the anon said.
Saying stuff like that, thinking you’re being funny or trying to crack a joke, just makes me not want to draw for Hazbin.
I actually have many character bio’s scripted out in my Google Docs for NG redesigns and I even have a completed doodle of Iridescence’s new look in my folders - I shared an old WIP of her redesign to my Patreon a while ago - I was looking forward to sharing this work, and now I don’t want to share it.
It was asks like these that made me glad I left the Zoophobia fandom in the first place, because the moment I said I was leaving I got more hate then I ever have from any fandom. I have gotten zero hate - ZERO - from the MHA fandom, a fandom that is famous for defending ships till their last breaths. That same fandom that sent death threats to the literal creator of the manga if he didn’t make their ships cannon (which we can all agree I don’t need to make a post about for people to understand why this is a massive step over the line). Zero hate. I’ve had some weird asks, but zero hate. Nothing at all.
If the anon is reading this - I’m pretty sure you are since I’ve got a suspicion you’re the same hater that keeps sending in asks like this - while it is very charming you’re spending precious seconds stewing over what I do and don’t draw, if you sent in that ask hoping it would guilt me into drawing for Hazbin, you’ve only made me not want to post stuff for the fandom.
So to my nice Hazbin followers who I do appreciate, blame this anon for no Hazbin content
#Hazbin#Hazbin Hotel#Anon if you want Hazbin content so bad make it yourself#You try picking up a pen and drawing something#Go ahead I'll wait#If it's so easy to make content just do it
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