#Also this was inspired but some of you guys' headcanons ❤️
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I blame your face for my photic reflexes
Scara/mouche snz fic?????
Hey guys, this is my first time posting a fic 👉👈🏃♀️ b-be nice
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"W-what are you doing?!!" Wanderer protested as Traveler gently yet switfly lifted off his hat. Though he'd been out in the sun all day with the Traveler, he was still surprised by the sudden brightness in his eyes. He grimaced. Suddenly he could feel the warm sun on his face, and the glare from the light stung his eyes. He felt something suddenly take over him, and all at once, the reflex pulled him. He felt the muscles on his face involuntarily twitch.
The expression of displeasure that he had from the Traveler stealing his hat, was starting to waver into something else. He gritted his teeth, and even though it looked like it was out of anger, it really was just a weak attempt to delay the inevitable.
He tried to stop it, but the reflex took him over anyway, "hah- uhh- IPTCHuu! IhkCHUuh! ahh- aPTCH!" He bobbed his head downwards for each sneeze as he tried his best to shield his eyes from the sun.
The Wanderer tried to grab his hat back from the Traveler, but the Traveler was way too agile, especially since he was the one with the disadvantage here. "Aptchhh!! Give it back! How dare you steal my hat! You- ! You thiefhCHHH- uhhh!" Everytime he tried to grab it he was always just out of reach. As he was struggling, Traveler was laughing his head off. "Hah... you think this is funny? This isn't as amusing as you think it is!" Wanderer managed between sneezes. Though the complaining did nothing to slow down the Traveler.
Traveler- even through laughter- did not waver. He dodged every attempt that the Wanderer made to get his hat back. There was a point during one of the openings, where the Wanderer saw his clear chance for victory. However, before being able to even have the slightest taste of winning, the sun suddenly glared in his eyes, causing his face to contrort. The Wanderer didn't want to do something as gross as spewing all over the Traveler, so he halted, and buried his face into his elbow- "hhg- !! uhKTSHH!! itSHHiew!! huhhh... itSHiehh! ... hadtch! aptchh!!"
Finally, after feeling enough pity, the Traveler stopped dodging and gave the hat back. The Wanderer aggressively grabbed it back. Huffing out breaths. He fixed his hair after it got slightly messy from the whole ordeal. "*snf* Some hero you are... stealing other people's stuff," he grumbled.
"Hahaha! Who knew that the great and powerful balladeer always wore his hat because a little sunshine makes him sneeze..." Wanderer blushed at this.
"Ghh.. obviously I don't wear my hat just because of a stupid reason like this! The attire that I choose fits according to my situation and goals. The hat has always represented my itinerant lifestyle. Don't act like you know everything about me," he retorted.
"Sure... however, the sun doesn't lie, and neither does your face," the Traveler tips the Wanderer's hat up but the Wanderer quickly pulls it back down again. The Traveler laughs again. "You know, had I known that you have this little quirk of yours, I think me and Paimon would've found you a lot less intimidating." The Traveler smiled.
"Hmph, as if something simple like this could've lifted your animosity towards me during our earlier encounters."
"Haha, you could be right. But... how would you know if you didn't try it?"
"Wh- did you want me to just start randomly sneezing during our first meet, just to possibly gain your favor??!"
"Why not? I think it would've been a good first impression," the Traveler chuckled before continuing, "and I think... you would've looked rather adorable," the Traveler said genuinely. Hearing the comment, the Wanderer became speechless. He felt blood quickly creep up his face. Tipping his hat down, the Wanderer shielded his face. Though this time, not from the sun, but from someone who was literally the human embodiment of it...
#PLSJDBDJD#I wrote this on one go#I have other fics of him but I'm too embarrassed to post#Also this was inspired but some of you guys' headcanons ❤️#sca/ramouche#wan/derer#tra/veler#gen/shin im/pact#snz#snzfic
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Cherry Blossom
Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader
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synopsis: headcanons about you and clarisse and your new adopted kid
a/n: idk inspiration strikes randomly but enjoy
Cherry Blossom - Lana Del Rey
warnings: not proofread, probs ooc clarisse but I DONT CARE I DO WHAT I WANT, swearing, mentions of violence and weapons, idk pretty chill, tell me if i missed anything!!
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clarisse never really felt anything towards kids
sure some of them are cute
she likes her younger siblings, bc she gets a real kick out of being able to teach someone who ACTUALLY has talent
she wants a mini army of ares kids w her skill
she would DESTROY in capture the flag
but then along comes your little sibling ivy
even clarisse admits that that’s a cute kid
and you just LOVE this little baby
she has the same hair color and skin as you and yours just like omg my baby
she comes to camp when she’s like 10
bc her mortal parent has a new family and doesn’t rly want her anymore
she never really talks about it but you know that it hurts her
and then it’s like omg this adorable little baby needs a mom EYE will be her mom
clarisse is so confused as to why you love ivy so much
but you are DETERMINED
clarisse is trying to have a nice little date with you and then you walk over with ivy on your hip
she’s about to like explode
but one day you’re helping ivy get used to holding a sword and clarisse watches you from afar and she’s like OH MY GOD bc you are teaching her WRONG
so she marches over even tho she’s supposed to be doing something
“oh my god y/n y/n please i love you so much but STOP”
“what ☹️☹️”
“you are teaching her wrong just move over again i love you but MOVE OVER”
so then she teaches ivy just like the basic stances and ivy is like GOOD
you’re both impressed
but she just has a natural talent
and then all of a sudden clarisse is like oh yeah so this is my child and i would kill for her
ivy is the most spoiled camper at camp
like she always gets little baubles and things from the hephaestus kids you ask them to make and clarisse threatens them to make
you get her the BIGGEST piece of dessert every day
clarisse is a bit more bad cop tho
she’s not afraid to tell ivy to go do 20 push ups if she does smth wrong
and you’re just like “WHY ARE YOU TORTURING THE PRECIOUS BABY????”
it’s so funny bc you and clarisse will just be like tucking ivy in every night and it’s SO jarring bc clarisse is like “ok my little warrior have sweet dreams” and kissing her forehead
all of your siblings are confused but very happy!!!! ivy deserves loving parents even if they are two teenage girls
ivy is also the most popular and influential 10 year old at camp
like everyone knows her name and everyone knows to give her what she wants
there was this one day when some older camper accidentally bumped into her and bc she’s just a baby and so tiny (☹️❤️❤️) she got KNOCKED to the ground
and you’re like “OH MY GOD MY BABY”
and clarisse is like “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” about to punch the guy and then ivy starts crying bc she skinned her knee and then clarisse is like WHAT
she throws the kid to the ground and she’s like freaking out
overprotective clarisse you can never escape her
so then you’re all like running off the infirmary and ivy is FINE like you and clarisse are just insane
and then one time another younger kid was being mean to ivy and you actually had to hold clarisse back from attacking this 12 year old
ivy definitely picks up her habits from the two of you
someone pisses her off and she will just start attacking them
clarisse is trying so hard not to be proud while you tell ivy that violence is not the answer
but then clarisse is like “OH WHO CARES Y/N THAT WAS SUCH A GREAT KICK AND AN EVEN BETTER PUNCH”
“CLARISSE NO”
the ONLY two people clarisse is affectionate with are you and ivy like ivy is always climbing her like a jungle gym bc clarisse is just so strong and can like do all these crazy things w her
clarisse will literally throw her up into the air really high and catch her
ivy fucking loves it
you have a heart attack
and now they have to do it in secret 💔
you always tuck ivy in together but let’s be real most nights ivy ends up in your bed
and clarisse is all pissed off
so she ends up sneaking into your cabin and your bed every night
like just a huge tangle of limbs and blankets and ivy snores but it’s not that loud and it’s adorable
like the ONE night clarisse didn’t sneak into your bed ivy had a nightmare and you were like oh no way
bc most nights clarisse comes in at like 11pm and you’re already asleep but you know she’s there and you wake up next to her so
but you wake up to comfort ivy and you’re like WHERE THE FUCK IS CLARISSE
and then ivy realizes CLARISSE IS NOT THERE
it’s like some super dramatic scene in a movie you wrap up ivy in a blanket and come into the area cabin and start berating clarisse
“do you just hate us? bc it is ONE THIRTY THREE in the morning and you are NOT in my bed and poor ivy had a nightmare and you WERE NOT THERE”
clarisse is like looking at you like what
half of her siblings are awake and just watching this crying child you’re holding cross her arms and shake her head disapprovingly and clarisse is not even awake yet
“baby idek what you’re saying just come lay down”
“yes but we’re talking about this in the morning”
“…okay”
of course all is forgiven the next morning after a nice sleep
there was this one night you were at the campfire and then ivy just found some random person’s dagger? and she’s like
“y/n!!! clarisse!!! look what i found!!!!”
“what do you have?”
“a knife!!!!”
“NO”
like that one meme y’all know
and then you have to chase her down
clarisse gives her a very blunt sort of dagger thing to play with and ivy is very happy
it’s so weird bc clarisse is like yk being all grumpy and mean and then ivy or you walks around and she’s like AHHHHHH MY LOVES
also when percy shows up he’s so confused
like the scene where she pushes him over you walk over with ivy and then ivy literally JUMPS from your arms to clarisse’s bc she knows she’ll catch her
and then clarisse is like “omg hi my little warrior how is your day?”
“OH MY GOD I THREW A ROCK REALLY HIGH I’M SO STRONG”
you’re like “no seriously it was like 10 feet high”
“omg baby that’s so amazing i’m so proud of you”
then everyone around you is like “oh wow ivy that’s so amazing you are so strong”
bc ivy is just an adorable baby and also bc they don’t want to incur clarisse’s wrath
she don’t PLAY about ivy’s happiness
percy is ????
then clarisse is like “oh isn’t that so funny my 10 year old baby can throw a rock higher than you probably can”
PERCY IS ??????
that’s all i got y’all
in conclusion ivy is just your perfect little angel princess
and you and ivy are the lights of clarisse’s life
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#clarisse la rue#clarisse la rue x reader#clarisse la rue x y/n#clarisse la rue x you#pjo tv show#pjo x reader#clarisse and ivy and y/n: the perfect family
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WHO KNEW? 💍💔
No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader
"You took my hand, you showed me how
You promised me you'd be around (...)
I took your words and I believed in everything you said to me (...)
If someone said three years from now, you'd be long gone, I'd stand up and punch them out, 'cause they're all wrong
I know better, 'cause you said forever, and ever, who knew?"
Summary: You and Joel had been married for a few months when he broke things up with you because he'd fallen in love with someone else, Sarah's mom. You parted ways but more than a decade later you end up meeting Sarah and that leads you to face your ex-husband one more time
• Inspired by this amazing HEADCANON request ❤️
Warnings: angst, broken hearts, asshole!Joel, divorce, infidelity, pregnancy, fluff (a little, maybe?) age gap (Joel is four to five years older than reader and the time skip is 12 to 14 years (Sarah's age) but feel free to imagine whatever you want)
A/N: Hi guys!!! I got obsessed with this story ever since I received that ask and turned into a headcanon but it wasn't enough, I had to write a longer, fuller version of this story! I think it's so appealing because we are all used to Joel being our knight in shining armor, always the perfect husband/boyfriend and well, here we can see another part of him. It's not a crime to fall in love with someone else, but the way he broke reader's heart was very mean. Also, I didn't specify reader's profession, just keep in mind she studied A LOT and now she makes good money, but feel free to idealize her job the way you want. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story, besties ❤️
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You never really understood why some people told you getting married so young would be a mistake. It didn't make sense to you, at all. You and your soon-to-be husband Joel, were young, yes, but you loved each other deeply. You figured it didn't take much more than that to make a happy marriage.
You were fresh from highschool, always had good grades and it didn't take long for you to be accepted in many different institutions, and yet, you decided it would be a good idea to take a sabbatical year in order to get yourself sorted out, maybe get a job and save up some money and enjoy your marriage a little. Joel was very supportive of you, even if he knew you would eventually leave for college and you would both have to make it work long distance.
Joel was just a couple of years older, he'd just left the military and he also needed to know what to do in life, in order to support his wife, he didn't have the book smarts his girl did, but he was kind-hearted and hard-working. He also hadn't planned on getting married that young, but before he could even try to make any sense out of it, he was deeply in love with you.
So Joel proposed, you said yes, his dad helped him get a small, but cute house and the two of you started your new wed life.
For the first few months, everything was a bed of roses; you were so in love, that man was simply intoxicating. His touches, his kisses, his body, his smell, everything about him was addictive to you and you couldn't be without it.
You had found yourself a part time job as a sales clerk at a baby clothes store at the mall, just as Joel was working as an apprentice in the construction business, it was a very hard job, and just in a matter of a couple of months, you saw your boyfriend becoming bigger and more muscular. He worked hard for you, for your relationship, your marriage and the future family you would build in a couple of years. Even if your friends had told you it was madness getting married so young and your family had asked you not to do it, everything was just fine, what could go wrong?
Every single day, Joel would come back home, tired from work, and he would be welcomed by you in your fullest housewife version. Dinner all ready, house spotless clean and a loving wife dying to be in his arms. He would not disappoint you, taking you into his arms, lifting you up, pressing you against the wall, his kisses were so urgent, so needy of you, his hands roamed all over your body as you felt his cock throbbing. Every night next to your handsome husband Joel was a delight, it was your personal piece of heaven, nothing could stop the two of you when you were together, but eventually, it happened.
You didn't know exactly how it started, or when for that matter, it was all a thick fog in your mind, being unable to say precisely when your marriage began falling apart. Perhaps it happened sooner than you thought but you were just too naive or too blind to see; first thing you noticed, were the kisses; they were gone. No kissing before going to work in the morning but you shrugged it off, thinking that maybe Joel was just in a rush to get to work. Though you really missed them, your skin seemed to burn and ache for his touch, you didn't want to seem like a clingy wife, or nag him with unimportant things. Whenever he came back from work, he was still all yours; that's why it took you long enough to notice it.
Every evening, he came back with the same hunger he felt, only this time, he didn't seem to have felt that hunger for you per se, more like a desire within that needed to have you to help him relieve it.
He took you every single night, he gave you pleasure, simple, raw, indifferent pleasure. You didn't actually remember the last time you actually made love, because everytime Joel touched you, he always had you on your hands and knees for him, always fucking you on your back. At the time you thought it was just some kink or something like that, but now it was pretty clear to you it was just the easiest way for Joel to close his eyes and pretend you were someone else.
It was just simply fucking, a means to get to an end.
Then, he began getting home later and later, sometimes he would be too late for dinner, or he would just skip it entirely. Never explaining exactly what he was doing or why he was spending less and less time at home.
"Sorry babe, just had a sandwich with the guys"
That's what he would say before shrugging and going straight to the bedroom; not taking his time to actually see you'd cooked his favorite or that you were starving because you'd waited for him until that hour. The weekends weren't different at all, at first, right after you two got married, you'd spend the entire day in bed, just enjoying each other's company, each other's bodies and love; caresses full of affection carried with lust, turned into nothing more than just a memory some months later. Every weekend Joel simply got up, had breakfast and told you he was heading for work; and he would spend the entire day there, no phone calls to let you know he wouldn't be back for lunch nor calls to tell you he would grab a few drinks with the guys.
Always the guys, and as much as you tried to convince yourself it was indeed just one drink, or a burger, or a soccer match with the guys, your heart was sending you signals, trying to warn you there was something seriously wrong. Yet, you chose not to believe it, you told yourself it was actually kind of cruel of you to have such thoughts about your poor hard-working husband. What kind of wife would you be if you became paranoid while Joel was just working hard to provide you a good life?!
Joel was so busy with his work he barely even noticed when you asked for a double shift on Saturdays. Not that you liked working at the mall, but if you were going to stay alone all the time, you figured you would at least earn some money. Maybe Joel was just stressed about having to put up with the bills all by himself, you reminded yourself. Perhaps things would be back at what they were in the beginning, you were now marking six months of marriage and you knew this wasn't supposed to be happening. Your husband wasn't supposed to be that uninterested in you, he wasn't supposed to be indifferent towards your presence or so ungrateful, and yet you decided to fight for his love, after all, you loved him more than anything, more than anyone, it was an overwhelming feeling but you simply couldn't move on from it.
You waited for Joel another night, you'd made dinner, but of course he said he wasn't very hungry because he had grabbed a bite to eat with the guys.
Your heart clenched, he didn't kiss you, nor held you, it was like you were two different people sharing the same house; not lovers, not husband and wife, perhaps not even friends anymore. It felt each time more and more empty next to Joel, but you tried. You sat down and had dinner on your own, as he glued himself to the TV, watching whatever it was on. You knew him enough to know his mind was drifting away, thinking of something or someone, you weren't sure, the only thing you were a hundred percent sure was that he did everything at his willpower so he wouldn't have to spend time with you. It hurt, like a knife piercing through your chest, it was humiliating and you still didn't know why you were insisting. You swallowed after dinner and walked to the couch, he was nearly asleep and you ran your hands through his hair, feeling how soft his curls were; you had missed dearly times like that, it had been only a few months prior and yet, it felt like an eternity. The way your Joel would come to you, crave your touch, and just overall pay attention to you, unlike the haunting reality that you had to face, in which your husband simply began to ignore you, as if you weren't much more than a shadow, or an invisible and yet quite annoying presence. You looked down at his sleepy and peaceful form, he always looked so young and innocent when he slept it always warmed your heart.
The tip of your fingers ran through his scalp once more, he had always loved that particular display of affection. Minutes passed while you stroked his hair, you could feel Joel shifting softly under your touch, satisfied groans coming out like purrs as he began to slowly open his eyes
"Angela.." he murmured under his breath, but it was loud enough for you to catch it.
At that moment you felt as if you'd lost all balance, gripping the couch and staring at him in disbelief
"Who's Angela?" Your voice suddenly loud and serious, making Joel snap away from the sleeping haze he was in and stare into your eyes. He was carefully not to give it away immediately
"What are you talking about?" He got up from the couch, determined to turn his back to you
"You said a name. Angela, who's she?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Y/N, stop being crazy"
Your blood boiled at the accusation.
For months all you did was try to be the perfect housewife, you cooked, cleaned, worked and brought home the little money you made in order to win back your husband's attention, not only that, you didn't want to have to give away to everyone who told you you would be making a mistake by marrying so young. It had been so difficult to actually admit to yourself your marriage was at a risk, and now you just had enough proof. After months of indifference, your husband was now mumbling another woman's name; as if it wasn't bad enough, he was trying to make the tables turn by accusing you of being crazy. That was so typical of men, but not of your Joel, you thought he would never do that, you were so sure he was honest, honorable, a decent human being, he wouldn't hurt you on purpose in order to prove his point. Or so you thought.
"Don't you fucking dare call me crazy, Joel Miller, for the past couple of months you haven't given a shit about me, you're never home, you never spend time with me, you don't hug me, don't kiss me, you don't even fuck me anymore, and now you are mumbling someone else's name? Who's she? Is she your mistress? How long have you been with her?"
Again, you tried being strong, you really did, but your voice cracked, and the tears threatening to escape now ran freely down your cheeks, he'd walked away from you, but you managed to corner him in the kitchen, you were tired of being blinded by your own feelings, at the same time you were tired of being played by Joel, he had no right to act that way.
"Answer me, Joel!!! Who's the fucking whore?!" You yelled at him, the impatience and anxiety creating an explosive combination inside of you. You were so close to solving the mystery that haunted you at the same time you didn't wanna hear any further word. You just wished you could close your eyes and make all that away, you wish you could just wake up and see the last couple of months were nothing but a nightmare and that you still had the same good old loving Joel Miller as the best husband in the world; instead, he simply groaned, rubbing his face and looked down, not having the courage of look at you in the eyes.
"She's not a whore, don't call her that. I-We.. we're in love. I met her at work, she's the receptionist there and we hit it off… she's gorgeous, funny and I fell for her" he swallowed not sure where the strength to be honest with you about his feelings was coming from, but it was enough to make eye contact "I've never cheated on you, Y/N, I haven't slept with her yet, I haven't even kissed her, but I think she's the one, I wanna be with her, I'm not gonna lie to you anymore"
"You don't love me anymore?" That was all you could ask, out of all the cruel and raw information he suddenly threw on you, the only thing you could register was the lack of feelings from the man who swore to love you forever one day.
"Jesus, Y/N, let's not do this now" he groaned, wanting to shift all that anger towards you, somehow blaming you for what happened so he wouldn't be consumed by his own guilt. He wasn't blind, he knew you loved him, he knew you waited at the door for him every single day, with dinner ready a pie in the oven and giving you those sad, heart eyes in hopes of receiving his affection once more. You reminded him of a puppy, as bad as it sounded, all it took you to be happy was a crumble of his love. What angered Joel was that you weren't satisfied with just crumbles, you wanted more and more from him, and he was unavailable; he simply couldn't give it to you, because his heart belonged to someone else. He hadn't planned on that happening, if it were up to him, he would've honored the vows he took on his wedding day, but Angela walked into his life without a warning and swept him off his feet. He couldn't stay with you out of pity, you deserved to be happy and so did you, but you weren't meant to be together.
"Do you love me or not, Joel?! Did you even love me?" Another grunt from his lips, you were so frustrated you didn't know how to rationalize, how to wrap your head around the fact he proposed to you, he had promised you the world and yet now he was treating you as if you had never mattered to him. His cowardice made you sick, he wasn't even man enough to look you in the eyes, you felt so angry a part of you was glad his body blocked your access to the silverware set because if you got your hands into it you knew at that moment you were willing to make a mistake. You gripped his shirt, slapping his chest and scratching him in a sloppy way, demanding answers from him. He could stop you at any moment, Joel was bigger and stronger than you, but he let you have your moment of hurting him out of pity, before calming gripping your arms and pushing you away
"I guess it's obvious I don't love you anymore, I love Angela, it's not my fault, it just happened, but I'm sure I want to be with her, you and I can't keep lying to ourselves, you can't keep lying to yourself, we're over, just as the love I felt from you, it's over…"
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You didn't remember much more after that. Some flashes of the following days, where the initial shock was still going strong, the waves of sadness mixed with anger, how Joel gathered some of his clothes and left the house that same night - probably to go to Angela's, how you refused to eat for the couple of days, you didn't talk to anyone, just spent your time alternating between crying yourself to sleep and actually sleeping, were just moments of blur. At some point you remember Tommy - Joel's brother checking up on you just to make sure you were alright. Tommy was the youngest of the Miller brothers, he was said to be the inconsequential one, but he would never do what his older brother had done.
Only after a few days Joel stopped by the house you once had shared, he had heard from his brother the pitiful mess you'd become because of him, and though a part of him didn't have the courage to ever face you again, another part - a more honorable one - insisted on it because he had to give you some kind of explanation. So after work, he didn't drive to Angela's like he'd been doing for the last few days, becoming his sweet routine and bringing so much joy now that he was free to love her just as much as she wanted to love him. Instead of going to his happy place, Joel drove back to the house that used to be his home for a while, a place where he'd been happy but it hadn't been enough for him. It was funny how he expected things to be drastically different, because his life had taken a dramatic turn just as yours had, and yet, things were just the same, or they appeared to be at least. He got off his truck, seeing that not a lot had changed, but this time there wasn't music coming from the house, it didn't smell like fresh cooked dinner, simply the living room with the lights on were the only thing that showed there was still someone in the house.
When he walked in, he expected to see you crying, depressed and begging him to get back, but much to his surprise, all your bags were already nearly packed and though it was visible you'd had some rough time by dark circles under your eyes and how pale your skin was, you welcomed him with a emotionless expression on your face, pointing at the couch, so he would take a seat and you could talk things through. After all the crying and suffering, you felt as if something had clicked and suddenly you went from heartbroken to numb. You knew the swirl of feelings would come and go, but taking advantage of your numbness, you put your head into place as best as you could and packed all your things, you didn't want to stay at that place surrounded by Joel memories, knowing he'd left the place you once called home and you were both so happy and also so unhappy in a short span of time. You wanted to put yourself back together, heal from him, forget he ever existed, go back to studying and focus on yourself only. But for that to happen, you wanted closure, not only wanting, you needed closure.
His low apologies combined with the rambling that came out of Joel's mouth was getting on your nerves, why couldn't he man up and actually tell you what he needed to in order to finally close that chapter in your lives.
"If you're not getting straight to the point, I will, Joel… I packed my bags, I am leaving this house, it's yours, your family managed to help you with it and I wouldn't feel comfortable living here. I'll go to college as soon as the next semester starts and I'll be waiting for the divorce papers, sign it as soon as possible, and pretend this never happened"
"Wait… what?! You want to divorce?!" Joel was quite shocked, not that he didn't want to divorce, because he did, so he could finally be officially with Angela, but he didn't think it would be that easy for you to agree, let alone be the one suggesting it.
You laughed. It was a dry, ironic laughter, because honestly, you didn't think Joel was that much of a dick, it was fascinating how he broke your heart and he still found a way to have his ego bruised by the fact you wouldn't accept being in a submission position, that you wouldn't cry and beg for him.
"What did you expect Joel?! That I would stay here, legally married to you, cooking and washing your dirty underwear while you go out of the door and keep cheating on me with that whore? Seriously? That's how low you think of me?"
"I already told you she isn't a whore and I have never cheated on you, that's why I want to divorce, us getting married was clearly a mistake and it's not my fault if I don't love you anymore.."
"So whose fault is it? Mine?! Do you really think what you did isn't cheating, Joel? Just because you hadn't fucked her while we were still together, but you had spent time with her, emotionally connected with her, fuck, just the fact you let her get closer to you even though you were married, that's cheating! You say it isn't because you don't want to feel guilty, but deep down inside you just know it is! I agree with you on one thing, though: our marriage was a stupid mistake, because of you I delayed a whole year of my life, I almost sacrificed my future because I really took your words and believed them, that we would be together, I never thought out of all the people in the world, you would be the one to hurt me! I trusted you, do you even know how many times I cried and sulked because I blamed myself for your behavior? The amount of times I felt guilty for even remotely considering the possibility of you having someone else? Because in my mind you'd always been the perfect husband and yet, you were backstabbing me day after day, with that slut!"
"Don't you fucking call her a slut! She's not a slut, she's not a whore! It's not her fault if you are a petty envious woman!"
"She is a slut Joel, I'm sure of it, because if she had any decency she wouldn't have come closer to a married man, my husband! She is probably excited about the thrill, but I'm certain that once the reality hits and she sees herself locked inside having to carry out chores everyday, take care of the house, the husband and even the kids if you two ever come to it, it's not gonna be as fun, and then you'll meet her for real. I don't wish you anything bad, but god help you if you ever have to face a disappointment as big as mine"
You dried your tears and began removing your wedding ring, it was quite pricey taking into account how complicated your financial situation was. You intended to return it to him, but the mere thought of maybe Joel taking the ring and handing it to his former mistress and soon-to-be official girlfriend, was enough to make you nauseated. You gave up removing it and left the ring right there.
"I'm leaving this place tomorrow, you can send the divorce papers over to my parents' and I hope I'll never see you again, Joel"
•••
You wished you could say that was the last time you ever saw Joel Miller in your life, but unfortunately, things weren't too easy for you. Only two months before you could finally enter college and forget about the disastrous year you had, you were working double shifts at the mall, in hopes of saving a decent amount of money for yourself. It was supposed to be another lazy evening, in which you would have to kill time until you could go home, you had just had your break and as you walked back into the store, you couldn't help but pay attention to your left hand. The wedding ring still there. It brought you shame and embarrassment, the mere fact you left it there. You often lied to people and to yourself by saying it was a way of keeping disrespectful customers away, but the truth was, you just didn't know why it was so hard to do it. It felt like a weight you couldn't get rid of, a part of your life that seemed like nothing but delusion.
You were scared of removing that ring, it was a sign that Joel wouldn't be much more than a memory to you, and even if you knew that was exactly what you needed, your heart still yearned for him. It wasn't fair, to still love the person who had hurt you the most, burying deep those feelings but also knowing they were there was nerve wracking.
You were ready to get back to work, just about to enter the store you were so used to spending your whole day when you felt paralyzed.
"What do you think of this one, darling? Do you think our baby will like it?"
It was Joel's voice.
His voice.
Darling.
Our baby.
You stopped yourself right there, too far away from their distracted eyes, taking in all the colorful and beautiful options they had before them, but also close enough so you could actually hear the conversation. Joel Miller was going to be a dad, it was a fact, you weren't having a nightmare that you were about to wake up in cold sweat at any minute, instead, he was there, with her, the woman he dumped you for, the woman who was now carrying his child. Under the shelves you'd been hiding, you could only catch a glimpse of her baby bump, and the way Joel's hand rested over it in a protective way. It was enough to make your stomach upset, your eyes burning with the tears that once more insisted on appearing. He had moved on from you, much faster than you had moved on from him; their happiness could be beautiful to anyone, but to you it was disgusting, infuriating, they had no right to come to your place of work and be so glad about life itself.
You couldn't actually see Angela's face, all you were able to watch from where you stood was Joel's hand on her womb, his right one, but the moment he rested his left one on her waist, you gasped softly. The wedding ring was gone.
Joel wasn't feeling that comfortable about being at that particular store, though it was the only decent baby clothing store at the mall, he knew you worked there or at least used to; but Angela wanted new baby stuff and he was going to be a dad, so it was his duty to take her and help her sort things out. He thought of you, not having seen you or listened to your voice in months he sort of missed you? He couldn't lie to himself, he was glad to be divorced, he was happy in a relationship with a baby on the way, but you'd been important to him too, he wished things didn't have to end the way they did, he has gotten used to living with you, seeing you, kissing you, touching you, it was natural that he missed the dynamics you two had established. A part of him sort of wanted to run into you at the store, he wanted to see how you were doing, if you were taking good care of yourself, but it was a relief to everyone you weren't there. It would be just awkward and embarrassing to be baby clothes shopping in front of you. And of course, he never wanted to hurt you more than he had already done it, but you would have probably interpreted it as provocation.
He scratched down his head while Angela picked all her favorites, Joel tried hard not to pay attention to the price tags, money was still a delicate matter for the two of them, but he had managed to get some by selling his wedding ring. Of course the pair would've been worth a lot more, but he couldn't go after you to ask for your ring, so he just negotiated his own and took the money. It wasn't the ideal situation, but in a few months they'd welcome the tiny little person that would become the most important thing in Joel's life.
You were too hurt to continue watching their display of happiness, you turned your back to the place you were hiding and you returned to the small break room. That was indeed the last time you'd seen Joel Miller; that was it until you also met someone who brought chaos but also colors into your life.
•••
"Aren't you too old to sell cookies door to door for school?" Joel asked while chewing his scrambled eggs and slurped his coffee, watching as his daughter rolled her eyes at him
"Aren't you too old not to eat your vegetables?" She snapped back at him in their usual morning routine.
Sarah was a teenager, much to Joel's sadness, as he still had serious attachments to when she was younger. He knew it was part of life, and watching her blossoming into a beautiful young girl made him proud and hopeful about the future, he knew his sweet Sarah would go far. But that also made him scared, because no matter how irrational it was, Sarah always reminded him of you; and he knew that if any guy ever dared to do to his baby girl, what he did to you, he would be really to kill him in no time. Joel Miller would like to think he had improved a lot as a human being, after all, he wasn't a young man anymore, he was a full grown adult, who had to get himself together and mature after he was abandoned by his girlfriend with a newborn baby. Life was full of irony and he was one to witness it, being left by the woman he loved and trusted a little more than a year after he was the one who walked away from someone who loved and trusted him. It was what everyone said: karma is really a bitch.
Through the years, Joel really felt an urge to call you, perhaps ask you to meet him, so you could catch up and he could finally apologize to you, but he had lost all contact with you. In fact he had no idea what you were up to through the decades, the few times your parents ran into him on the street or at the grocery store and made sure to ignore his presence and pretend they'd never met. He just couldn't approach them and ask for your phone number. Besides, what would he even tell you?
"Hey, I just wanted to tell you the woman I left you for also left me, so now I'm a lonely single dad and I realized I took you for granted and maybe if you ain't busy, we could go for a cup of coffee or something?!"
It would be just straight up stupid, not to mention he was sure you would've found someone nice, someone worthy of you, probably you'd be married by then, perhaps you'd have a kid or two, and he was sure you'd be an amazing mother, because he just knew you were an amazing wife, and he was the only one to blame for not treating you the way you deserved it.
So Joel decided it was best if he pretended nothing ever happened just like you did with him, of course destiny had other plans.
He gave Sarah a ride to school and went to work. It would be another busy day, like all of his days, in which he would work hard in order to save as much money as he could, wanting to assure his daughter the future she deserved. For Sarah, it meant another day of classes and selling cookies. She didn't like the activity, but she didn't hate it either. In fact, on that particular day she felt kind of excited as she was about to head towards the 'good' part of the neighborhood, where most houses were big and seemed expensive. Getting her backpack and her stash of goodies to sell, she left home and went on with her day.
You, on the other hand, hadn't planned on coming back to Austin so soon, as the years turned into a decade, and then a little bit more than that, you had dedicated yourself fully to your academic and professional life, focusing on yourself only, managing to bury deep your memories of Joel and never paying attention to anything remotely close to a love life.
Yes, you'd had relationships, affairs, and you'd been with a few guys: one of them was Javier, he was a handsome but very slutty cop who you had a no-string relationship with; it was good for a while, he was handsome, sexy and he fucked like no other, but he had a taste for women that unabled himself to keep it inside of his pants. You liked the freedom, but that was too much.
You also dated a guy named Dave for a brief period, he was nice, also painfully handsome, a tiny bit mysterious about his high profile government job, but he wanted a family, not just another relationship. He wanted marriage and kids, and you were just out of it in no time. The last straw was when you were traveling back home and during one stop for dinner at a small, cozy bar, a guy dressed entirely in cowboy attire came onto you. It was the undeniable proof you weren't made for relationships at all; it was like Joel Miller had casted a spell, or worse, a curse on you: it had become impossible for you to be in a relationship. Still, that wasn't your main concern, not more than why you had to move back to Austin after all those years shifting from New York to Boston, Texas and even a brief period in Spain which led you into an affair with another guy named Javier, but well, that was definitely another story. You'd simply got a phone call from your parents talking about a family emergency and once you had asked for a leave, your boss had mentioned the opportunity of you working for the Austin branch, it was a promising one, with a lot of chances of career growth and becoming the head of the office would actually come in handy, so you had no other option than say yes and pack your stuff. When you got back to Texas, despite the suffocating heat, you were also welcomed with suffocating news of your grandmother's passing, and a couple of weeks later, the news she'd left you a house in the suburbs, a real good area with many families, easy traffic and a lot of space. Having become an apartment person over the years, you first thought it was so odd to live in a house, especially by yourself. Everything seemed so big but now you didn't have to worry about having to clean it all, being able to afford someone to do so, you found your way by decorating everything exactly the way you liked it, using the spare rooms to build your home office, your closet space and a guest room, you slowly turned grandma's house into your own. However, the exterior still bothered you: there was a great space in the backyard, but the swimming pool was empty and dirty, and you could definitely have a barbecue area built so you could welcome your friends and family on weekends. As it wasn't your priority, you didn't bother so much about it, turning your attention to settling into your new office first.
•••
"Oh, hi ma'am, I'm selling cookies to help our school fund, would you be interested?" Sarah displayed a wide grin, hoping that would soften up the very annoyed looking old woman who opened the door. She noticed how the old lady looked at her up and down and just groaned a 'no' before practically slamming the door shut. Sarah sighed and shook her head, and there she was thinking the people who lived in the wealthier part of the neighborhood were more generous, but apparently they were just a bunch of snobbish cunts. Her stomach growled in hunger as she walked some more, she knew she should've eaten before going to sell the cookies, but she didn't have time at that moment. She insisted some more, knocking on another door, having no clue she was actually knocking on her father's ex-wife's door.
Sighing tiredly as you closed your laptop, you looked around and focused on what you would do next. You knew you needed to go grocery shopping soon, but you just didn't feel like driving to the store and pick up vegetables, so instead, you left your study and went to the living room, getting comfortable on the couch and groaning slightly the moment the doorbell rang. You were just so comfortable on the couch, you considered ignoring whoever was on the other side of the door, but for some reason, a slight wave of guilt made its presence and you obliged to answer whoever was disturbing you.
"Hello! My name's Sarah Miller and we're selling cookies for the school fund, would you be interested?" The smiley girl repeated her memorized speech the moment you open the door, she discreetly watched you, seeing you didn't seem so closed like the woman from the previous house, but still she wasn't sure if you were friendly, not when you stared at her with a seemingly shocked look.
Miller.
Her name was Miller.
Your heart raced and lost track of what she was saying, knowing you desperately needed to get your shit back together; Miller wasn't an uncommon name at all, quite the opposite, you had met a few people who also coincidentally had the same last name as your ex-husband, so your reaction to the girl's name was just absurd. Maybe it was because you were back in Austin, where everything happened, but then again, you reminded yourself Joel wasn't the only person named Miller in Texas.
"I-I'm sorry… I got distracted but yeah, I'll take two boxes" you smiled at the girl, she was a teenager, a very pretty one, she was pretty good at expressing herself though she looked exhausted and sweaty.
"Would you like to drink some water?" You offered her, feeling sorry for her at the realization she had probably been walking under the sunlight for quite some time. Sarah didn't think twice before nodding eagerly as she stepped inside, dragging her school bag and her cookie cart along. You let her in, finding sweet how she looked all over the place, taking in the different details from your home and enjoying that environment.
You guided her to the kitchen, getting her a tall glass of iced water, frowning at the fact she wasn't following you anymore. Instead, she stood in front of your bookshelf, looking at it up and down, trying to take in as many titles as she could. Sarah would love to have her own bookshelf like that, she loved reading ever since she was a little girl and though she used the school's library a lot, she thought the idea of having her own things was appealing, but she understood her dad couldn't simply splurge on books for her whenever she wanted to.
"Do you like books?" You asked her, walking closer and handing her the glass of water, which she killed with only a few gulps.
"Have you read all of them?!" Her surprised voice made you chuckle, she was such a sweet girl, you had no idea why you instantly liked her, but you did.
"Well, not all of them… I've just bought some of them and I haven't had the time yet, why? Did any of them interest you?"
"Well…" she said shyly and hesitantly ran her fingers through them, only pulling one out to read the description at your encouraging nod. "This one seems nice…"
"It is nice… do you want it? You can take it!" You smiled at how she blinked a little confused but nodded, so thankful for your kindness. Even if she didn't know you, Sarah already liked you. She smiled at the book and placed the glass down.
"Have you had lunch?" She shook her head shyly and you smiled "come on, I'll make you a sandwich…"
For the next hour, you and Sarah talked about several things: she told you about her school, her interests and how much she loved reading. She had assured you she would return you the book as soon as she finished it and you assured her she could borrow as many as she would like. She also briefly talked about her family, mentioning she lived with her dad on the other side of the neighborhood and you told her a little bit more about yourself.
She widened her eyes the moment she saw what time it really was, and quickly grabbed her backpack and the book you'd lent her, thank you several times as she walked towards the door "go before your mom gets worried about you" you told her without much thinking, but she shrugged "mom's not around… I live with my dad only, but it was really nice meeting you, Y/N"
•••
And for the next month, at least once a week you'd get a visit from Sarah. It had become a habit of hers to just stop by, spend a couple of hours with you, return you the book she'd borrowed the week before and get a new one. She didn't talk much about her family, it was mostly about school, friends and boy crushes and books. You were kind of suspicious she was missing a feminine figure, since she briefly told you her mom left a couple of months after she was born without looking back, you picked up the hint she wasn't open to talk about it yet, and you respected it. You were glad you unexpectedly got a new friend, a very young friend, and at first you thought it was kind of odd, until you realized she sort of resembled a daughter figure to you. After all, if you had had children with Joel, your child would be around Sarah's age.
Joel also thought it was kind of weird his daughter made an adult friend, he was well aware of how dangerous things were in the world, especially for young, innocent girls like Sarah, but when she told him her new friend was a woman, single, childless woman, who was nice, definitely had some money but also seemed quite lonely, he assumed she was one of those old cat lady kind of women; in his mind, his daughter's mysterious friend was probably a widow, who didn't have any kids and now had to approach random people for attention so she wouldn't be alone all the time. If only he knew how wrong he was, he would've asked your name, but he didn't. And he also knew he should've done it, perhaps even asked for your phone number so he could call you in case of god forbid, an emergency. But he worked so hard, not only that, he was going through a very stressful period too, so he didn't pay as much attention as he should have towards several things.
Sarah had become acquainted with several aspects of your life, from the time you spent together in your weird version of a book club. Mostly the conversations were about her and the struggles she often faced as a teenager, but sometimes you let out information, plans or complaints here and there. It wasn't different the day you were very displeased with how your backyard was looking; it had potential to be a beautiful place but it needed fixing and remodeling. Perhaps it'd been the stress at work, but for whatever reason the way that place looked was bothering you and making you cranky, if any other given day you wouldn't give a crap about it, but at that moment you did, and not only that, you mentioned it to Sarah, who tried to be useful and told you she could ask her dad to take a look at it, after all, he was in the business and could help you with it. You said yes and told her you'd be expecting the two of them on Saturday morning. Only when the girl had left happily carrying another book in hands, was that you realized that maybe, and just maybe, you should've asked her father's name.
•••
"So, you're really sure this friend of yours wants to get some stuff remodeled? And that she can afford it?" Joel glanced at Sarah before focusing again on the street as he drove to her new friend's house. He wasn't truly convinced you would actually want to hire his services, it just seemed too good to be true. He held back a smile at the way Sarah rolled her eyes at him, she'd told him hundreds of times that yes, you needed someone to repair and remodel the backyard, if anything, he could at least indicate you someone who could provide the service you were looking for.
"Fine, let's help the old lady then" he grunted at the same time his daughter turned to him "what old lady?!"
"Your friend… isn't she old? I mean, she's lonely and she lets you hang out… I thought she'd be like our neighbor an-"
"Dad, she's younger than you, I think! And she's pretty too…"
At that information Joel was more curious about you. Why was a pretty young woman all alone and willing to be friends with a girl who could roughly be her kid's age?! Were you really pretty? And did you really want your backyard remodeled or was Sarah playing matchmaker? He really hoped she wasn't, otherwise he would be very angry. Joel didn't need a new relationship, he didn't want to, having failed the two major ones he had in his life, the first one being so immature and cruel to his sweet young wife and the second one he didn't exactly where he screwed up, perhaps he had just been naive and thought the woman who wanted nothing more than just some fun was actually willing to build a life with, or maybe he wanted her to take over your place, after all, you'd set the bar pretty high for Angela when it came on being a dedicated housewife. The raw fact was that Joel was alone all those years later, his first wife was hopefully living her best years with someone who truly deserved her and Angela was God knows where but he didn't give a single fuck. She'd been dead to him from the moment she walked out of his door, denying her own baby, and all that passion he felt turned into hurt and anger. Unlike the feelings he had for you: as the years passed and he grew older, he thought of several times he could've treated you better than he did, he thought of how he would have tried not hurting you as much as he did, even if the situation the two of you were was tricky, he often fantasized about a version of your marriage where he hadn't ruined everything, where he had been honest without being cruel, without playing with your feelings, he didn't know if it was just his conscious weighing heavily on him or what, but he always thought of you with affection and love. At that time he was sure he didn't love you anymore, the passion he felt for the other woman was too intense, too much, it blinded and deafened him from everything around, everything that mattered the most to him at the time. But all those years later, Joel was sure the love for you was still there, perhaps it was just hidden away, or it got stuck under all that shit that went on, still, he didn't know who you had become, what you looked like or where you were at that moment, so it was a fairly assumption he was still in love with a memory and nothing more than that.
"Fine, so what's her name after all?" He questioned his daughter after some moment of silence but before she could answer, Joel parked his truck in front of your home.
You heard the engine and you went to the window, checking the unknown car parked in front of your place and though you couldn't actually see them inside, you knew it was Sarah and her dad. Just as you went to the door, he exited the car, his back to the entrance as you walked to them and greeted Sarah, at the sound of your voice he immediately turned around and the two of you froze in time as you watched each other there.
Joel.
You felt as if you were trapped in a weird dream, the ones you know you are just dreaming and yet you can't move or speak, just taking the role of the audience of a bizarre picture that formed before your eyes. Joel on the other hand, stared at you in complete silence, you couldn't really read him, it was impossible to know what was going on in his mind, in his heart, you could just feel his eyes roaming over your body, taking all the image of you as if he was trying to make sure you were actually what he saw in front of him. He couldn't believe it, after all those years, after everything he did to you, you were there, beautiful as you'd always been, even more so, the fancy lifestyle really suited you, he could tell by your clothes, your nails perfectly done, your hair looking gorgeous and styled nicely, you had succeeded, you had had a life he knew he could never provide you, and for that he felt kind of relieved, at least one good thing came out of your divorce: the chance of you having the success you deserved it, you weren't that housewife who needed to still work part time at the mall, you were above that now, and Joel was so damn proud of you for it.
"I-I.. yo-"
"Nice to meet you, you must be Sarah's dad" you interrupted him before he could say your name and extended your hand to him, pretending you'd just met. He was confused but you tilted your head very discreetly towards his daughter, being sure she didn't know anything that had happened between the both of you. He immediately picked up the hint and introduced himself, as if you were meeting for the first time. His hand engulfed yours like it always did, Joel Miller had always had big and strong hands, surely they got calloused through the years, but you knew damn well what they were capable of doing to you. He was older, looking more handsome than you thought he would, he aged like a fine wine, streaks of silver here and there but the majority of his hair still dark and soft like always, he was bigger too, he was stronger, broad and grew several muscles, all of it a result of years of hard-working. No matter if he had broken your heart, there was no denying he was an extremely attractive man.
He appreciated how heartfelt you were towards his daughter and gladly followed you inside once you invited him into the backyard to discuss what could be done. Sarah was right behind the two of you, but you turned to her, smiling big
"I went to the bookstore yesterday and I think you might enjoy what I bought, wanna take a look at it? They're all in the living room" you suggested to her who nodded and happily went after the books.
Once you and Joel got into the backyard, he stuttered some apologies but you immediately cut him off.
"I don't want apologies Joel, I didn't know Sarah was your daughter and I probably wouldn't have let her in if I knew who she was, but now I got attached to her and I hope our situation isn't going to prevent us from being friends" you told him honestly and watched as he nodded
"You know, her mom, Angela, she left us and I'm very sorry I left you for her.. "
"I don't wanna hear it, Joel. As I said, I don't wanna hear it about her mom or the apologies or anything at all, I mean, Sarah told me what happened and it's enough, you and I aren't together anymore, we're better off without each other, so let's just overcome this part and focus on the job I need you to do…"
"You know, I can indicate you another contractor to do it for you, so it won't be weird…"
"No, you can do it, unless you are feeling uncomfortable but other than that, I'd rather you do it, besides, Sarah would find it awkward"
And like that, Joel got into his professional mood and the two of you discussed the project you had in mind, hiring his services, he told you he could start the next Monday and he would take care of it himself, to make sure things would go according to your wishes. He noticed you didn't wear any commitment rings, nor there were pictures of you and any guy indicating a relationship and in his heart, the hope of perhaps taking you out for a coffee and getting to know you, the woman you'd become after those years, after growing mature and changing your life completely, growing in his heart. It was a fair assumption Joel had an immediate crush on you, the feelings he held within, were now blossoming more, at how beautiful, intelligent and attractive you were and suddenly, the roles were reversed: if more than ten years ago you had it bad for him, now he was the one who felt like a sick love puppy towards you.
The first week of working wasn't so bad at all, Joel would arrive at yours earlier than you expected and would start working. You didn't stay around much, letting him do his job while you were probably working in the living room or any other part of the house whenever you didn't have to go to work per se. He tried making small talk during some of his breaks and since you didn't see any harm in it, you chatted briefly, that was how he'd learned what you did for a living, where you'd been after you left Austin, and stuff like that. He told you some things about his life, mostly about how it'd been the experience of raising a child on his own, but whenever he got near bringing up your past or trying to apologize, you'd cut up any kind of interaction with him. At the end of the day you and him had nothing but a professional relationship. He understood your reasons, and yet, he hoped you would find at least a small breach in your heart to let him in, he really hoped he could show you he was a better man now, that he could be suitable for you, and yet, you kept yourself all the way distant and protecting yourself from him.
So it became a very common scene to always escape from Joel, moving seats or rooms whenever he was around, you didn't know how else to act, what he expected from you. It wasn't like you were old buddies catching up after years in a long-distance relationship. And he always got displeased.
It was about the third week of working at your house, he asked if he could use your kitchen to have lunch, heating up the food he'd eat, you smiled at yourself as you were taken back by the memories of times where you would prepare him lunches and send it in his lunchbox, how you would worry about him being hungry so you would always make sure there was something fresh out of the oven for him to nibble on as soon as he got home from work and chuckled softly, shaking your head and excusing yourself. He'd thought you would at least have lunch next to him, but you weren't willing to do that at all, and that both pained and pissed him off.
"Would it kill you to spend time with me? Look at me? Or act like a human being instead of being all stiff like a robot whenever I'm around?" He asked, breaking the silence, you could see he was frustrated and that puzzled you to no end.
"What are you talking about, Joel?!"
"You don't talk to me, Y/N, I try making small talk, you don't answer me, you don't even look at me, suddenly I'm not worth your time? You're too good to even acknowledge I am next to you?"
"Do you really want to talk about not being worth someone's time? Really Joel? I thought you had grown up during all these years but I can see you are just the same shallow fuckboy who gets pissed off when you see I'm not crawling towards you…"
"Stop being unfair to me! All I'm trying to do is to show you I've changed, I am a better man, a better person, I'm not that same immature Joel you met so many years ago, I'm trying to make you see I'm a new man…" he went from angry to desperate, you took a step closer and looked into his eyes, not breaking the eye contact for one second.
"I know Joel, I know you've changed… you've grown into this hardworking man, this amazing father, I can see it, I hear it every time Sarah comes over, but you don't have to try too hard, it's not gonna change anything… You and I are two different people, we have nothing to do with each other anymore"
"You can't say that, I want you to see we could try it again, I still love you, Y/N!"
"Joel, we'll never try it again, the marks of your betrayal still linger here, all over me, forgetting you was the hardest thing I've ever done, and I don't want to ever feel it again. You don't love me, Joel. You love the idea of me, of picking up the shattered parts of your broken life and making it right, you love the thought of building up a family, of giving your daughter the mom she deserves, and it's all because it didn't work out with that woman. We both know it… if she hadn't left you wouldn't even be thinking of me" you looked down, trying to hold back a tear that insisted on falling, but failing at that matter. "I wasn't good enough to be by your side, to build a family with you, you can't just expect me to throw myself into your arms as if nothing had happened, what exactly do you think would happen between us in the first place? I'd be waiting for you every single night with dinner ready? Those days were over, Joel…" you sniffed and he sighed, placing his hand on his waist.
"Give me a chance, go on a date with me, please… before you say no, just think about it, of what we could have together… please! You don't have to answer me now, think about it and when I finish the job, you can tell me your answer"
•••
The following weeks were as normal as they could be; you hadn't told Joel yes but you hadn't told him no either and even if it pained you to admit it, you sometimes thought of his proposition. Sarah was still coming over, your bond was now stronger, you really liked each other and despite everything that happened, you were thankful Joel wasn't against your friendship. You two had agreed on not telling her anything about your shared past at the moment, but in case you two decided she needed to know it for whatever reason, Joel would be the one to tell her, it would only make sense. You also thought about his words and you decided to be nicer to him, actually stopping to talk to him, or having lunch next to him instead of rushing away as fast as you could and in retribution, he stopped with the feelings talk. The deadline was coming to an end, as your backyard remodeling was getting prettier and prettier each passing day. It was odd and awkward and you wanted to get things over with as soon as possible at the same time a strange fascination with watching Joel caught you. It was hard to explain, but when the final day came, when Joel and his assistant showed you the word ready and done, and after you paid them the large wage you owed them for the services, your ex-husband asked to talk to you. He had hope in his eyes, he was wearing his flannel, and he'd combed his hair a little, which made him look painfully handsome, your heart clenched. Even before he could say anything, you already had your answer. He stood in front of you, baffled at the fact you threw your arms around his body, pulling him for a hug. His hands locked around your waist, strong grip not wanting to let go, while you sank into his warmth. He was your old Joel, the one you'd loved so deeply and broke your heart, but nonetheless your Joel.
Taking your hand to his face, you stroked it gently, feeling his beard scratching your palm a little and you smiled "I forgive you, Joel… I don't know if you wanted my forgiveness or not, but I forgive you anyway, I don't resent you anymore, what's gone, it's gone and now we can only focus on our future. I know that if I tried looking for a space in my heart, I would find it a part that still keeps all the love I felt for you, but we've changed, for the best and that teaches us we should never make the same mistakes from the past, so you do understand why we can't go on this date, right? We can't be together, I'm sorry Joel, but you know it's true… I just need one last thing from you…"
You told him, leaning towards him and pecking his lips. After all that time, it still felt like your favorite place in the world, your heart raced the moment he groaned into your mouth and his hands tightened his dominating grip on you. It was quite pathetic how he still had the same effect over you and if he hadn't hurt you as much as he did and condemned you two to a relationship based on lack of trust, perhaps you could even consider trying again. Forgiving and forgetting were different things, whereas you didn't resent him anymore, you hadn't forgotten about how broken he left your heart. You would never be able to trust him again, always worrying he had found someone better like he did once, you couldn't do that to yourself, you loved yourself too much to go back to Joel Miller. That last kiss you cherished, you would keep it in your memories, but it wouldn't go further than that. You and Joel were done for years and nothing would convince you otherwise.
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it 😭💔
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would they say the n-word / are they racist: twisted wonderland edition
Inspired by twstowo's taxes headcanon post.
I meant to post this during february but i just didnt.
REMEMBER THAT IS ALL FOR SHITS N GIGGLES. IF YOU THINK YOUR POOKIE IS/IS NOT A RACIST, REBLOG OR LEAVE A COMMENT
4/2 edit: JESUS CHRIST DON'T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY 😭😭 THESE AREN'T REAL HCS, JUST SOMETHING STUPID FOR BLACK TWST FANS TO ENJOY
GRIM: Yess that's my baby boy my son my son yes I give him the pass
RIDDLE: Couldn't waterboard the n-word outta him. Uses 'Off With Your Head' to punish anyone who uses slurs
TREY: Wouldn't. Not a racist and has no interest in saying the word.
CATER: Researches what's offensive to certain groups so he can stay respectful, no n-word from him
ACE: ace is literally that one white friend who thinks his n-word 'jokes' are funny (they're not) and he walks around with Riddle's collar because of that. He def went to a middle school named after a Confederate, but he's not racist for the most part
"I play basketball so-" or "I'm gonna say the n-word: ninja!!" - 🥸
DEUCE: No. He's a good guy. He would never and if he said something remotely offensive, he'd apologize with tears
LEONA: YESS BLACK KING 🗣🔥🔥‼‼‼‼
JACK: Could and he does, but only occasionally. Punches the shit outta Ace's shoulder if he says something distasteful
RUGGIE: YES he just light-skinnted 😕 Ace would make fun of him for eating all the stereotypical foods
AZUL: Slightly racist. Just slightly. Seems like the type to get a lil tense when a tanned, well-built dude walks into the Monstro Lounge. starts clutching his pearls n shit
JADE: No, I don't really see him being racist or saying the n-word
FLOYD: Probably the least likely to say the n-word and would get offended that you even assumed. Like his entire mood would change if you mention it
"Ehh Shrimpy? You tryna get squeezed? What made you think I would say that??" *fucking kills you*
KALIM: No, no n-word from Al-Asim. I could see him as a racist though. i think of kalim as purposely ignorant so in my mind, he's INTENTIONAL with his microaggressions but no one really calls him out on it.
JAMIL: Yes but only cuz I give him the pass.
VIL: Doesn't say the n-word (he knows better) but probably screams it in his thoughts. idk guys vil just seems a bit racist.
ROOK: Who's in Paris. LOL but I don't think he'd say the n-word. Also probably one of the least racist here. But he'd bring up eugenics in a convo and ruin the mood completely.
EPEL: I genuinely don't know if he would or not. Like because he from some rural area (to my knowledge, i js started book 5), i feel like he wouldn't because he'd know better. but i also heard that epel is misogynistic and hating black people & hating women go hand in hand (misogynoir)
IDIA: No but it wouldn't be surprising. i can already imagine him in that cod lobby. probably gets his slurs from cater
ORTHO: No my sweet child would not say the n-word. would blast idia out of this world with a charged beam if he said anything offensive
MALLEUS: No.
LILIA: Probably has said it before and is the most educated when it comes to black culture in the diasomnia group other than sebek (my 4c king)
SEBEK: No, in fact i might give him the pass (#mixedking😍❤️)
SILVER: No but probably a little colorist. yk how some black men love to scream from the mountain tops that they love white women? well silver is that white woman. js saying
this was fun to make. pls remember that its just a silly post, dont get mad because only hit dogs will holler.
"what abt the staff/yuus/extras-" send an ask :3
4/2 edit: its crazy cuz the only mad people are white🧍🏾♀️
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sydney and carmy established relationship headcanons:
carmy’s a pet name guy. he’s been weaned on pet names his whole life (‘bear’ ‘sugar’ one could argue ‘cousin’). he uses the typical ‘baby’ for syd, which she loves, but one morning she walks into the office and upon seeing her carmy murmurs a “hey honey” and she gets flashes of a kitchen with a window over the sink, an herb garden, something warm and expanding and joy joy joy
they get found out by the rest of the staff at family. well, it’s a series of family dinners. they start sitting next to each other, then carmy’s arm is on the back of her chair and syd’s rubbing his back after he chokes on some rapini. what confirms it for everyone though happens on a lull in the conversation so everyone hears it. sydney needs something from the kitchen and as she’s getting up, for the bit, carmy motions to scoop the last piece of marcus’ take on a pandan chiffon cake out of her plate. she turns to him with a quickness and a huge fake grin and says “carmen, I will literally fucking kill you” as she backs away, to which carmy laughs (laughing!? carmy?!). then he puts his own slice on her plate. richie and nat share a look and the noise at the table comes roaring back to life before carmy realizes it even left. shouldn’t spook those bears.
they move in together and both feel really good with sharing everyday life with someone else. they go to farmers markets and change the garbage under the sink and get a drawer for carmy’s vintage denim. they leave notes on the fridge, much like they do on the whiteboard at work. there’s photos and take-out menus and also vague post-it notes from syd like ‘quail eggs!!!!!! not real’ or ‘break into 45th and Syracuse – man in farmer hat (durian connect??)” and lame weird inspirational quotes from carmy “There’s no one thing that’s true. It’s all true❤️” and sydney’s like what and just thinks they’re funny and doesn’t really make sense but loves him a lot
when carmy can’t sleep he makes sure the blankets are warm around syd and hangs out by the open window for a smoke. he doesn’t smoke as much as he did before and he’s working on cutting it down. sometimes syd wakes up and comes out the bedroom to find him and says “carmy” and sleepily perches on his lap, arm around his shoulder and curls her head into the crook of his neck. her fingers hold onto his gold chain and he stubs out his cig and plays with her hair instead.
#they’re loving!!! Theyre literally just loving#this is after carmy starts therapy and starts to feel better about life btw#writing this bc I miss headcanon culture#we used to be a proper country#sydney adamu#carmen berzatto#sydney x carmy#sydcarmy headcanons#the bear fx#the bear season 2
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Tu sais je vais t’aimer ( Bullfrog x g/n reader )
It’s been a while since I made a story unrelated to requests … I just felt like doing something a little different since I recently noticed that we have reached 110 followers , which is just -
Broo !! :,0
I really wanted to take the opportunity to thank you all so much for being so supportive of my little headcanons and stories for Bullfrog and Rayman , you’re all really amazing and kind and you’ve really made me feel like home here on Tumblr …
I may be a bit too busy and ( most of all ) shy to interact much with everyone , but I really do appreciate you guys … thank you so much , I mean it :,) ❤️
Now then , onto the actual story , I’ve recently stumbled upon this beautiful French song , and at some point a random inspiration for a Bullfrog fic hit me :
what if the reader decided to surprise their beloved frog boy by singing him this song ? Maybe for a special occasion , like the one year anniversary of the relationship ?
It just seemed too wholesome of a concept for me to let go , so I ended up writing this :,)
I also added a translation in English for the lyrics , because it’s just so cute and it melted my heart when I read it ;//;
Hope this turned out okay !
Details : use of g/n reader who likes to sing and can play piano ;
established relationship ;
no warnings needed
It had been a very long , tiresome day for Bullfrog …
The last mission the Warden had assigned him and his companions had been filled with complications , and this could easily be guessed by his bruises and ripped clothes .
Even as someone who took pride in his job , he yearned for nothing more than to find a quiet place to rest … hopefully in the arms of his beloved .
He also hadn’t forgotten about what a special time this was , so before going back to you he had managed to pass by a flower shop and buy a bouquet of your favorite flowers : the thought of your smile in front of his gift was the one thing that was keeping him from dropping on the ground for sheer exhaustion .
< I’m back mon amour ! Sorry for being late , this was a much more difficult task than I anticipated … >
Bullfrog stopped , slightly alarmed by the fact that you weren’t behind the door to greet him like usual :
you were always so happy to see him whenever he got back , so it was quite strange …
He closed the door as quietly as possible and begun to walk , attentive to every single sound to avoid anything sneaking by him .
If something had happened to you , he was more than ready to rescue you and defend you from any possible threat , exhausted or not …
But it was then that he heard it : someone was playing the piano in the living room , and when he finally reached it his eyes widened …
You were there , as beautiful as ever , and as soon as your eyes met you smiled softly at him and started to sing …
< Tu sais je vais t'aimer même sans ta présence
( You know I'm going to love you even without your presence )
Je vais t'aimer même sans espérance
( I will love you even without hope )
Je vais t'aimer tous les jours de ma vie 🎶
( I will love you all the days of my life ) >
Bullfrog wanted to say so many things in that very moment , and yet he was so overwhelmed by joy that he couldn’t bring himself to speak …
He just walked forward , sitting on a chair next to you while listening to the sound of your voice .
< Dans mes poèmes, je t'écrirai c'est toi que j'aime …
( In my poems I will write to you it is you that I love )
C'est toi que j'aimerai tous les jours de ma vie🎶
( It's you that I would love all the days of my life ) >
He looked up at you in awe , nodding his head to the beat , and as soon as the song ended and your hands left the piano you finally turned around once more to look at your boyfriend .
< Happy anniversary , love ~
God , you won’t believe how many months it took to learn how to pronounce everything correctly … buut , I just really wanted to do something special for you , you know ? I hope I didn’t butcher too many words …
Also sorry for being so quiet before , I didn’t mean to scare you , but I wanted to surprise you and - >
Worry immediately filled your eyes when you took a better look and noticed the bruises on his face , but Bullfrog shook his head , caressing your cheek with one hand …
< Don’t you think about that my dear , it’s nothing … besides , receiving something so beautiful from you as a gift was enough to make it all better . >
He smiled at you tenderly , watching you leave a kiss on his palm .
< Thank you , y/n … je t'aime tellement … ~ >
You let out a little chuckle , unable to stop your cheeks from turning red in front of his loving words …
< I love you too , Bullfrog … I’m really lucky to have you , you know ? >
Before you could even realize it , the distance between your faces diminished more and more , until eventually your lips met into a much anticipated and needed kiss .
You closed your eyes , letting out a sigh while holding Bullfrog in your arms , and you could feel all the tension in his body instantly melt to your touch as he gladly leaned into it …
Eventually you both pulled away , staring into each other’s eyes and enjoying that precious moment of intimacy .
< We should probably get you patched up now , sweetie … those bruises look painful . >
< Alright alright , but before that , here … >
< *gasp* - you remembered my favorite flowers ! Thank you Bullfrog , these look beautiful ! >
< Don’t mention it mon cher , it’s not quite as good as your gift , but … >
< Are you kidding ? I love them ! We should put them in some water before they start wilting … >
As the two of you carried on with your conversations , glad to finally be together , the sun started to disappear behind the tall skyscrapers of the city … some of the nightly neon lights were already starting to illuminate the crowded streets .
It had certainly been a one year anniversary to remember .
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Paul Matthews and Other Hatchetfield headcanons we came up with on the chat
With: @astrolotte @sweetyeojinnie @halfwaytoqueens and
I loved these, so here they go
1. Paul and Richie are cousins, but since they have a big age gap, Richie considers him his uncle. This was inspired in the headcanon that Richie was Paul’s nephew, however, Paul is an only child in our minds cause it just FITS. Richie absolutely looks up to his uncle Paul 🥺
2. Which implies that Paul has come across Ruth at some point, and our gurl was horny for Paul. Paul is incredibly uncomfortable about this and doesn’t understand why this teen tries to cling into his arm, he grimaces and says stuff like: “Okay! Does anyone want coffee???! I’ll make some coffee.”
3. Also, just like Paul babysat Alice, Ted has asked Paul to babysit Pete. (Paul is an incredible uncle to every teen and child ok?!)
4. On the topic of Ted, we started thinking, what other characters went to abstinence camp on their time?? Paul. Absolutely he went. And he didn’t like it. But not because of the no sex part, he didn’t give a shit about that. He didn’t like it because of the music numbers and he hated making wallets.
5. Emma knows about Abstinence Camp (she didn’t go, but Jane, being the perfect daughter, went. Emma was like “fuck that”) and when she asks Paul about it (“no way! Fucking abstinence camp?! I hated those guys”) he goes: “Yeah, abstinence camp…i didn’t like it. You know? I did not care about the abstinence part, but they sang a lot…I don’t like musicals…They also made us make wallets and I didn’t like it”
6. So, with that in mind. Paul met Ted in abstinence camp. They never talk afterwards before arriving to CCRP. Paul remembers Ted, Ted doesn’t remember he already met Paul.
7. On the topic of Paul being Richie’s cousin/nephew, Paul talked to Richie’s parents to convince them they didn’t enroll Richie in freaking Sycamore: “trust me I KNOW you guys live like 5 minutes away from Sycamore but he would NOT want to go there”
Feel free to add more cause I love rotating my blorbos in my head ❤️
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Some Baki headcanon/imagine ideas
Ayo to all the Baki lovers, I might be entering the headcanon/imagine scene but I’m putting some ideas out and I need the writers to just run with these ideas 🙏🏽 ❤️
If I can’t contain myself I might make a blog for this
Anyway here’s some pondering thoughts for ya~
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Baki boys reaction to their s/o who’s usually chill but gets super hyped when they’re watching them fight, has the energy of the underground arena commentator and is their biggest ( and loudest ) cheerleader in the background.
❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹
Baki boys with s/o who use to be a delinquent (Yankii) and has mellowed out/sweetened up some before meeting them, but something or someone pissed off their s/o and they witness a feisty side of their partner they never would’ve guessed was there.
I mean sudden sailor mouth, rude gestures, they have to practically carry/drag s/o away from the situation. 💀
( S/o apologizes once they’ve cooled down and is embarrassed about the contrast of their personality )
❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹
Shiba Chiharu reaction to meeting his future s/o who used to be a delinquent (Yankii) and is a fan of Chiharu for his Tokkoutai racing gang and his ledgendary 100 men beatdown status (even after being hit by a motorcycle). Tells him they’ve been inspired by his absolute will, determination, and durability.
( Bonus if s/o tells him they were there for the maximum tournament but was too embarrassed to walk up to him and say hi after his matches but thought he was so cool )
I was thinking s/o would notice him when he was scolding those two guys for fighting with weapons and would approach shortly after the crowd starts to disperse.
Like I think Chiharu would lose his shit ( in a good way ) if he saw someone this cute yet feisty absolutely fanning over him.
Knowing that his influence has resonated with someone in a way like how it was for him and Hanayama. He’d be so proud and honored i’m telling you ✋🏽💜
( Extra Bonus for a Hanayama centered alternate scenario )
❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹
Alright Baki lovers, go forth and prosper!
Also if you were inspired please tag me with what you come up with, i’d love to read since i’m starving for more Baki content ✨
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Hey could you do some head canons of how Kaz would react to the reader getting hurt?
Warnings: blood, injuries
(I noticed while I was doing the finishing touches into this that one headcanon sounds very familiar and realised I was probably subconsciously inspired with the oneshot "Inflicted Desire" by my dear friend @/jexnrey, who deactivated a while ago and said she's never going to come back as Tumblr stressed her too much, so let this be a kind of tribute for her, she constantly told me she especially loves my Kaz stuff so if you ever see this Ani, I miss you but I wish nothing but good for you ❤️)
KAZ REACTING TO YOU GETTING HURT:
– If it's just a scratch or even a small wound and it isn't caused by anyone else, he isn't too bothered. He might look at it for a moment and then decide it's not anything too bad, minor injuries are an (almost) every day happening when you're a Dreg.
– Of course, if someone did it to you, he's pissed about it and sternly tells you to be more careful because he can't lose you.
– Or he doesn't say the last bit, but you can see it in his eyes as you're already in a relationship at that point.
– But if you're brought back to the Slat with a large wound, sputtering out blood or/and looking like you're about to pass out from pain, he doesn't take it as calmly, obviously.
– It's more like he freaks out and it shows in with how much he stresses for you.
– And if Kaz Brekker if overly stressed, you won't strike a friendly chat with him unless you want to risk receiving a broken hand.
– He's a walking thunderstorm and spares nobody from it.
– If you were any other Dreg, he would just ignore you and let you be tended by whoever takes up the task (as he knows his gang knows what to do in such situations), but with you, he's distracting Nina all the time by pacing back and forth, demanding her to heal you faster.
"Just do your job like you're supposed to, Zenik." -Kaz
"I'm trying, but you aren't making it easy, your heartbeat is too loud, I can barely hear Y/N's heart over it." -Nina
– He huffs at that, sitting on an armchair in the corner of the room and staring at your face. If he wouldn't see the blood, he'd think you're just sleeping.
– He tried to concentrate on your peaceful face to get his heartbeat down, knowing he can't appear weak in front of anyone.
– As soon as Nina manages to stabilize you, he goes to the office and starts the work to find out who did it.
– Inej heard a Black Tips member bragging about killing off one of the most skilled Dregs, saying you were incredibly stupid when you didn't hear him.
– Immediately when she turns his identity to Kaz, he orders that guy to be brought to him.
– Kaz makes sure all of Ketterdam hears his cries of mercy and, towards the end, pleads to kill him already.
– Kaz doesn't, of course - everyone has to know that nobody can touch what's his.
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I was wondering if you were able to do Wally x TransMale!Reader? But it’s Wally finding out and he is very sweet and nice about it? Also I love the way you write so muchhh! It inspires me to write my own ideas down too, keep it up!^^❤️
Oh my! You are such a sweetheart, thanks for the compliments and I'm happy that what I write inspires you. You didn't specify if you wanted headcanons or a fic so I did a mini fic! Hope you like it dearie
Finding out
Pairing: Wally Darling x Trans!Male reader
Illustrated Au, picture belong to @islandcityradio
Wally had always know deep down there was something M/n wasn't telling him. His suspicion started an uneventful summer when M/n denied even going to get water, normally he wouldn't really qualify that as weird but for some unknown reason he did now.
It started with the pool date and slowly Wally started noticing more things, how M/n would never look at himself to long without getting teary eye, how M/n would never take of his shirt even if someone threw by accident juice or paint and the last one, the one that really got Why suspicious, how M/n would sometimes avoid hugging at him, cuddling him, kissing him or even looking at him.
"M/n, we need to talk," said Wally while sitting in M/n's bed, the words made M/n stop dead in his tracks and slowly turn around to look at Wally seeing him frown slightly in his usual smile. M/n sat down next to Wally and heard him sight which only increased the feeling of dread in his stomach.
"What is going on in that pretty head of yours M/n? Lately you have been... distant," said Wally while grabbing M/n's hand making him look at him. M/n let go a sight and also turned to look at Wally.
"I have been meaning to tell you that...," M/n started but stopped before looking away from Wally and sighting again. The only thought that went through Wally head was a simple one "Don't let him break up with me...Don't let him break up with me...Don't let him break up with me...".
"Wally, I'm trans... I wasn't born a guy but I am one now and I completely understand if you want to break up with me because of that," said M/n softly before whimpering softly. Wally sighted in relief and hugged M/n in a reassuring way.
"I'll never break up with you"
Was this good? Hopes you liked it either way!
#welcome home#wally darling x reader#wally darling x male reader#Trans male reader#Tiredly Jackie writes
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Hey dear! I really love your works on dmitri❤️
Can i request headcanons where: reader and dmitri living together in america (yeah I'm getting inspired by this post of yours) and some Hawkins dude discriminates against Dmitri for being Russian or the reader who has "a communist in their house", during their usual outing together. But the reader is immediately ready to take Dmitri's defense and give that dude a piece of their mind.
((so sorry in advance if I accidentally got the grammar of gender-neutral pronouns wrong, unfortunately English is not my native language))
First of all thank you so much! Glad to see I'm attracting other Dmitri fans to my blog haha!
This will basically be a part 2 to my first headcanon fic about him :)
Have a Stranger Things request? Read this!
you still haven't admitted your interest in each other officially, but there's definitely something there that you can both feel at this point
even though it's still unspoken, Dmitri really wants to do something for you to show you how thankful he is for everything you've done for him
so one day he offers to make dinner for you, suggesting he could make a family recipe from back in Russia
you enthusiastically except the kind offer and you both head to the store to get ingredients
some of the stuff he needs there isn't an exact equivalent to what's available there but you try to get the closest thing
he uses a lot of his native language when pointing to the ingredients on the shelves and mumbling to himself when recalling what he needs
unfortunately one of your nosy neighbors who also happens to be in the store overhears your conversation, you've noticed him watching you and Dmitri from his front porch whenever you're outside lately so it's not surprising he comes up to you
"I knew something was going on!" he exclaims. "Did you really think you could bring a commie into your house and nobody would notice?"
"Leave us alone, George," you roll your eyes and try to walk away.
"You're a traitor to our country. I don't want someone like him living anywhere near me,"
"Then move away," you give him a passive aggressive smile.
he keeps following you even when you try to get away, so you grab Dmitri's hand and turn back around.
"You know what?" you point a finger at your ridiculous neighbor. "You can shut your fucking mouth. Dmitri is one of the kindest men I have ever met in my life and I don't give a shit where he came from, and you shouldn't either. I know you're too much of a coward to actually report him anyway, so you're gonna leave us alone, got that? And maybe face the fact for once that your hatred for others makes you such a blinded asshole that you can't see how good the people you hate can be,"
he doesn't say a thing after that, and you storm off with Dmitri towards the checkout
Dmitri has probably never been as attracted to you as he is in that moment
his heart is warm because you stood up for him so ferociously
he wonders if he should tell you how he really feels tonight over dinner, but he’s still scared
your house has become a true home, and he doesn’t want to mess that up
he makes you the meal and you love it of course
but he still hasn’t properly thanked you for what you did
“You did not have to say all of that for me today,” he says. “I do appreciate it,”
You smile, “You’re very welcome. I’ve been waiting for a reason to go off on that guy anyway, he’s always been a jerk,”
“I do not understand why you have been so kind to me,”
“Oh, shush, Dmitri. I’m so happy I met you and you’re the best roommate I could ask for. There’s literally no reason for me to not like you or be kind to you,”
“So...you enjoy having me around?”
“I love having you around!” you take his hand across the table. “Do I not act like I do?”
“I just wanted to make sure before I...” his gaze bounces around your features.
“Before what-”
he then leans in and gives you a quick kiss, cutting off your question
he didn’t think he was going to make a move right then, but he just went for it
you gasp a bit, but it quickly turns into a grin
“Well if you keep doing that then I’m going to like having you around even more,”
letting out a sigh of relief from your positive reaction, he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you again and again
#stranger things#stranger things 4#dmitri antonov x reader#enzo x reader#dmitri antonov#stranger things x reader#enzo
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Hi!!!
I love your DN art so much, it gives me will to live, it gets me through the day.
I wanna draw like you oh my god you have this storyboard artist kind of style. Effortlessly expressive and dynamic.
Can I worship you? Jk jk (or am I?)
Your A is the best interpretation of this character I have ever seen. I love her.
I have some questions if you have a minute or two 🥺
Can you give me 3 favourite DN fics?
Do you have musical associations for characters (especially B)?
How do you personally feel about L and about Mikami?
What is your favourite food and day of the week?
Please never stop clowning ! 🤡❤️
This is extremely nice of you, thank you !! it's been ages since I've drawn canon DN stuff...
Thank you for the sweet message, I know I still have a long path ahead in terms of improvement as an artist but I value your words immensely as they motivate me to go on
now, THE QUESTIONSSss...
Fics I remember killed me on sight
This is how I disappear. (gen) 10/10, work of art, made me sit at the edge of my seat. I recommend everything from this author, definitely DO MIND the tags though! it's dark
If you're into AUs and Lawlight, here's one where Light runs for presidency (Those who stand for nothing fall for anything) and one where he's a cryptid investigator (The forest holds strange creatures), they're both awesome in unique ways. Both are explicit, take that into account
If you're interested in reading different interactions and a very unique twist to the canon events where Naomi is the protagonist, Silent Partner, Unifinished Business is amazing and very suspensey
This one is long, immense, ultra suspensey, with a lot of different characters interacting in interesting ways I never thought before, very lawlight and very explicit, (but I read it all in like 3 days because it caught me BAD and was foaming at the mouth during the entire course of it), also was the founding inspiration to my BB brainrot and design-> Nights
I also made a masterpost of all my favourite meronia (melloxnear) fics back when I was balls deep into it
Finally, my AWESOME friends have made abbie x my BB fics for me back in the days which I treasure with my heart, I feel a bit schoopid sharing them because they're basically my OCs and their story remains a secret but they're beautifully written and. I die. I die everytime I remember they did these for me -> First Christmas (explicit), Stand under my Umbrella (short n funny), Just Another Day (sad and short, based on a comic I did years ago)
ANd also, same author as Silent Partner, wrote Dead Letter Office as a gift to me once, and it melted me into a sugary puddle in the ground
Characters and music
Like every other BB kinnie / stan I have my fair share of associated songs, mostly by style and delusion and very few by actual fitting lyrics lol. But here's what I consider his theme song - and also, I headcanon HARD that he has Danny Elfman's voice
How I feel about L and Mikami
L is special to all of us, love the guy, haven't met a single DN fan who doesn't like L. He's just fun and unapologetic which is what I like about him the most.
Mikami I have a hard time caring about, he's just not my usual type of character at all. He's too rigid for me, although he has his unintentional funny side. I also felt he had no chemistry with any other characters, so that made him less interesting for me
Favourite day and week day
I've been very obsessed with cremonas lately : o]
And my favourite day is saturday now, cause I finally get to have some time for myself to exist!!!!!!!!!!!!! and not work!!!!!!!
#anonymous#AO3 is glitching severely for me and didn't let me see the abbiexBB fics that were made for ME but i guess#its because it's been long since I logged in#anyway thanks for the ask !!!!!!! it's been ages since I interacted with anonymous and have been feeling kinda crappy abt my art#so this was v welcome#have a good sunday#or a happy sunday like we say in my country#death note#fic recs#l lawliet
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HII!! I saw your request are open and I was wondering if you could do a tailor s/o who constantly working all day and night to finished the outfit they are making With Saitama !
Like they didn't sleep or eat which makes Saitama worried! I was wondering what would he do or give some headcanons about it!
Also take your time! I really enjoy your headcanons!!!
cuddly posting an actual request?? ain't no fuckin way. but I was struck with the feeling of inspiration and decided to write a lil! sorry for making you wait eons my dear, hope you still enjoy! ❤️
Saitama is definitely the kind of guy who doesn't understand staying up late.
Like he gets and appreciates how dedicated you are to your craft and how amazing everything you make is, but his philosophy is "if it's past 9:30 I'm not moving a muscle."
That being said, he will do anything he can to help you out when he sees that you're really pushing yourself.
Saitama may seem kind of head empty a lot of times, but he is an acute observer when it comes to you, so he's learned to realize when you're running low on sleep and food
Without saying a word, he will get up and make you anything he has in his fridge or pantry. It's usually instant noodles since that's what he has on hand, but if he has other protein he'll add it in for an extra boost
He'll also keep you company while you're working, just silently admiring you as you sew diligently and whisper to yourself. He can't help but crack a sweet smile
Saitama even does the unthinkable and lowers the TV volume while you work so you can focus better. Now THAT is love
One time while you were working on this particularly difficult outfit, it hit 4:00am and you quite literally fell asleep mid stitch with your head on the table
Luckily for you, Saitama already had a blanket ready to go, so he wraps it around you and easily lifts you up into his arms. You don't stir one bit, so he knows you're EXTRA tired
He gets you tucked into your bed and cuddles up next to you, chuckling to himself knowing you'll wake up wondering where you are and where your needle is
#one punch man#one punch man x reader#opm#saitama#saitama x reader#saitama headcanons#opm headcanons#one punch man headcanons
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Svt Headcanon:
Seventeen 's Fanfiction Preferences (of themselves)
Masterlist
Words: 730
Warnings: Mentions of smut I guess
A/N: This is written from my POV, of course. Different opinions are always welcome!
A big thanks to @multi-kpop-fanfics and @lovelyhan for their inputs ❤️
Taglist: @junhui-recs
Feedback always helps!
Seungcheol- Honestly he would be one of the members who'd be the most down to read their fanfics. I'd say he'd be a bit smug about the fact that most carats perceive him as a Dom when it comes to smut. Would enjoy fluff once in a blue moon.
Preference - Smut
Jeonghan- Like Scoups, I think he'd be more inclined to read smut than fluff. Would be mildly offended by the sheer amount of fics that depict him as a prankster/slightly grey character. Also, would definitely leave a comment if something about his character is too OOC. Will be down to write a passive aggressive reply to the fic.
Preference- Smut
Joshua- WILL BE THE ONE TO INTRODUCE EVERYONE TO THEIR FANFICTION. I think due to his more liberal upbringing, he'd be more inclined to dive into kinky fics. Might not enjoy all, but will enjoy some, will definitely Google all of them. Will appreciate all the fics that portray him as a gentleman.
Preference - Kink-based smut
Jun- I think Jun would probably appreciate a good drabble. Something short, one and done situation, he doesn't have time to read 17.3K words. Will appreciate a good Gamer fic.
Preference - Drabbles
Hoshi- Now this man, he is a kdrama boy at heart. Will seek out something with multiple chapters, long and plot driven. Will regularly check back for updates. Might leave an occasional "update pls" ask when the author has been too inactive.
Preference - Series
Wonwoo- NOW THIS MAN WILL HAVE AN EXCEL SHEET. Let me explain. He'd be more down to read other members' fics, and keep tally of the smut to fluff to angst ratio, Dom to sub ratio, character traits etc. Will leave a crypic weverse post hinting towards the fact that he reads fanfics. Like coups, will appreciate the ratio of Dom to sub fics of him.
Preference - fics of other members/ Headcannons
Woozi- WHEN I TELL YOU THIS MAN WILL BE ADDICTED. He's going to write 10+ songs inspired by plot lines of fics. Woozi, I think, will appreciate a good angsty fic. The fighting, the will they, won't they... He'd be hooked. Will sacrifice sleep to read. Will definitely appreciate Carats' creativity when it comes to writing and plots. Also, will be giddy for days if he catches a "Shit, this is red too" reference.
Preference- Angst
Minghao- I think he'd probably not have a preference when it comes to fluff or smut, but will appreciate the number of fics that portray him in an artistic profession. Like Woozi, he'd appreciate the creative writing aspect of it a lot.
Preference - Anything that portrays him in an artistic role
Mingyu- Mingyu, I'm not super sure about, but the amount of golden retriever energy this man exudes, I think he'd be more of a fluff guy. Or maybe supet vanilla smut. Will probably not enjoy the first few times of reading smut but will warm upto it. Still would prefer fluff.
Preference - Fluff
Dokyeom- See now with DK, I would've said that like Mingyu, he'd be more of a fluff guy but idk something gives me the feeling that he'd be the biggest smut reader of them all. It's always the innocent looking ones lol. Like, he'd be apprehensive at first towards smut, will initially blush a lot but as curiosity would get better of him, he'd go deeper and deeper and fall into a rabbit hole.
Preference - Smut but no one knows
Seungkwan- I'd say, in his case, he'd be the most touched by the fact that someone took out the time to portray him as a main character of their story. On the opposite end, however, will fully fight in asks (off anon of course) with the author if they go too opposite to any of his natural character traits. Will stay on the fluff side.
Preference- Fluff
Vernon- THIS MAN WILL READ SMUT WHILE HAVING LUNCH. What, it's entertaining and has a good plotline. Will be a like and reblog with feedback type of guy- perfect reader. Like Josh, will be down to explore the more kinkier fics.
Preference- Smut (kink based sometimes)
Dino- I'm sorry but I don't think Dino will be the kind of guy who'd read fanfics. I mean he'd be down to try once or twice, but he'd probably not be into it.
Preference- None
#svthub#svt headcanons#seventeen headcanons#seventeen imagines#seventeen#sam writes svt#svt#svt fluff#svt smut#svt angst#svt fic
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How about some headcanons of the boys with a hostess s/o?
(your writing literally makes me sooo happyYy ASDFGGJKLAJDHSHAAAAAA❤️❤️❤️❤️)
Hi sorry this took so long, very busy last couple of days but I DO see all the asks and am getting to them in the order I received them. This prompt has been in the back of my mind for a bit and I'm super excited to finally get it out, all the deets below the cut as usual.
Kazuma Kiryu
He's had his fair share of visiting and helping with hostess clubs so he doesn't judge you for it. In fact, he sympathizes a lot with your struggles. Always wishes you a good day at work.
Kiryu understands that sometimes after hour dates happen as part of your work and he is seldom jealous. If a date runs long, he'll stay up late waiting anxiously for you. Not the type to bombard you with messages because he knows you're working.
He loves all your hostess outfits, it makes him blush so hard. If you ever ask him to help pick one out, he just goes bright red and says "Ah... you look so good in both, I can't decide". Sometimes he drives you to work or picks you up after a shift.
Majima Goro
Like Kiryu, he has some experience helping out hostesses so he's very supportive of you. He's a much louder supporter though, letting out a very loud "Knock 'em dead today, hot stuff!" as you walk out the door.
Jokingly gets jealous, pouting childishly if you have an after hours date and saying "Huuuh? Why cantcha just tell 'em your cute lil' ass is already taken?". In reality, he's just proud that at the end of the day you come home to him. He feels so lucky to have you while everyone else has to pay just to look at you.
If he gets time, he might swing by while you're working, much to your embarrassment and to the amusement of the other hostesses. He won't take up your time from customers, instead he briefly drops off gifts or food before giving you a kiss. Once he leaves, the other hostesses tease you a little but really they're just jealous how much he dotes on you.
Akiyama Shun
Literally owns a hostess club so your job doesn't phase him. In fact, he probably met you via work related business. Having said that, Akiyama never actually expected to date a hostess and the idea actually makes him blush a little.
He thinks you look cute in literally anything so don't bother asking him to help you pick an outfit. Whenever you ask if something looks good, he answers with a yes so quickly that it's almost scary. When you point it out to him, he says something like "I AM being honest, you do just look good in all of them."
The most sympathetic of all of the boys given the fact he literally owns a hostess club. Due to his connections, he can totally pull strings like giving you a day off when you're super tired or getting you a discount on certain jewelry. You also really inspire him to put more effort into running his hostess club.
Saejima Taiga
He's been to hostess clubs but he's more likely to meet you when you're off duty, somewhere like a grocery store where you bump into him. Saejima is totally a meet-cute kind of guy. He will be stunned by how beautiful you are.
Honestly neutral on the whole hostess thing. Any career you choose is fine by him as long as it's what you actually want to do. The most important thing is that you're happy and healthy.
He'll joke about whooping the asses of dudes who try to get handsy but he'd never actually go so far as to physically intervene with your job. Very good at restraining any jealousy and channels that energy into making sure you're okay by giving you shoulder massages after a long day or making you coffee before work. Saejima's a nurturer at heart.
Tanimura Masayoshi
He'd be surprised that you're a hostess. Tanimura isn't the most perceptive so he honestly never really bothered guessing what job you had. He just figured you'd tell him whenever you wanted to.
Tanimura is a protective little lad and his experience with work makes him very watchful over you. Worries most about your personal safety at work and says things like "If a guy ever tries to pull some shit, just call me and I'll be there right away!"
Hypes up your outfits because he loves the way you smile when he compliments you. Texts you on his breaks to ask how your day is going. He reminds you to take enough time to eat and rest, which is ironic given that he always forgets to eat and rest.
Ryuji Goda
Supports you fully, both emotionally and financially. He will ensure that you are the best dressed at your job. Ryuji will go out of his way to keep up to date on newest trends, so if there's a new clothing or makeup line coming out that's popular, you can bet that you'll wake up one day to find it gift wrapped on your nightstand.
At some point he will offer to support you financially, as he worries that you are working too hard and he wants you to know that he can support you both regardless of your career choice. As long as it's a job you want to do, he's satisfied. It's his way of showing that he's got your back.
Some of his men might whisper behind your back that they don't understand why a man like Ryuji is with someone like you but Ryuji will stomp out those rumors immediately. He'd never judge you for your job and on his watch no one will judge you for it either.
Nishikiyama Akira
He honestly thinks it's kind of cool that he's dating a hostess. Nishiki gets a secret kick out of noticing how many people want to spend time with you only for them to find out he's the lucky man who actually gets to be by your side.
Nishiki is the kind of guy to anonymously leave gifts for you at your hostess job, and they are always very flashy: a gorgeous bouquet or a custom necklace, things that will makes the other hostesses swoon and will make you blush.
Deep down, Nishiki actually gets jealous easily but he does try to hide it. He'll ask "So, how did your after hours date go?" with a hint of sarcasm but he can be easily soothed with a hug or a kiss. Nishiki doesn't actually mean any harm, he's just scared of being discarded.
Daigo Dojima
Out of all of the boys, Daigo has the least experience with anything hostess related. He's actually a little traditional in the sense that he's inexperienced but he's by no means conservative. At the worst, he'll just be confused as to what your job actually entails. However, Daigo is a logical man and an explanation is all it'll take for him to get it.
Daigo is the type of man to be very gentle with his partner, likely in direct contrast with the harshness of his work. He might not be able to call or text during the day, but he'll watch out for you in other ways like sending a private car to pick you up after a shift, or laying out a special new outfit for you before you wake up.
He really trusts your instincts and would never question the safety or legitimacy of your job. However, if you ever do feel unsafe, call him and you'll have the full force of the Tojo Clan at your back.
Mine Yoshitaka
Plays it cool when you finds out you're a hostess but is honestly the worst with jealousy. Mine is king of jealousy city. He doesn't necessarily understand why you work as a hostess when he can totally just take care of you both but he won't go so far as to outright tell you what to do.
Will go out of his way to not actively express jealousy as he doesn't want to be a bother and he totally knows it's a him issue. Honestly, teasing him about it actually helps. Knowing you see right through him and that you aren't bothered by these types of things makes him feel more at ease and the both of you can laugh about it later.
He is going to take you shopping and you cannot argue. Otherwise he'll just bring home one of everything and tell you to try them all on. He does it to support your work but also because he loves seeing you all dolled up. Mine is also totally down to teach you more about certain types of alcohol if you're unfamiliar with the subject.
#yakuza#yakuza headcanons#yakuza imagines#ryu ga gotoku#ryu ga gotoku headcanons#ryu ga gotoku imagines#goro majima#majima megaphone moment#kiryu kazuma#majima goro#ryuji goda#akira nishikiyama#akiyama shun#daigo dojima#mine yoshitaka#saejima taiga#masayoshi tanimura#imagines#headcanons
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Donna
May I have a mini scene with Donna please? She's underrated and I adore her ❤️️❤️️
Inspired by a recent (and incredibly fucking gorgeous!) drawing of Donna(s) done by the extremely talented @classyfruit. I hope you guys like it!
May i request some Spicy Donna smut ?
Hey! Got any Donna headcanons? If you're not busy ofc
I’m obsessed with the thought of kneeling in front of Donna and sucking her fingers but also I’d love to eat her out. I just want to worship and service her and I bet she’d taste so good. I just want to be good for her 🥺
How about some Rigger Donna👀? Headcanons or scene whatever you prefer~ Would the hallucinations play a role when the lovely Lady has her fun? Would they get stronger or change?
I have a desperate need to ride Donna’s strap I am weak for her in so many ways
Okay but imagine being between Donna’s legs under her dress at one of the meetings of the Lord’s just indulgently eating her out because neither of you could wait and it’s just so g o o d and she’s trying to hold back from screaming out, breathing heavy with her hand on your head over the skirt while you service her like there’s no tomorrow 🤤
Daydreaming about Donna fucking me in front of a mirror, making me watch myself come undone and praising me all the while. ‘Look how good we look, baby doll. You like when I do this to you? Like the way I make you feel?’ Just melting into her touch, bucking and writhing like a slut in heat 🤤
Also would it be possible for some Donna comforting an enby reader dealing with tummy cramps I think that might help me feel better 🥺
Sitting on trans!Donna’s lap and making out, grinding into her bulge and teasing her until she can’t help it and takes me right there on the couch 🤤
Trans! Donna ft. Dom! Reader - Grinding onto Donna’s already overstimulated cock, you hold her hands over her head, her cum leaking out of your pussy, but you’re too cock drunk to notice.
Can I request something with bottom trans!Donna being put over the reader's lap and spanked until she's red and sore before letting you finger her in the ass to stretch her out
Brainrot✨That's all I can say. This scene has been playing in my head for a few days now, but I couldn't decide if I wanted to go with Trans!Donna for it... or Trans!Daniela...
#masterlist#donna#resident evil village#re8 fanfiction#donna beneviento#donna beneviento x reader#re8 asks
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