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superiorsturgeon · 2 months

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Forgiveness

Ren: *visiting with Arkos couple after a fight with Nora*

Ren: *sighs* Thank you again for letting me come by on such short notice, Jaune…I just…needed some space from Nora right now…

Jaune: *doing dishes after dinner while Pyrrha plays with Arkos kiddos in the living room* Hey, it’s no problem! The twins love when their favorite uncle visits! *pauses awkwardly* We can set up the pull-out bed after I finish, if you need to stay the night…?

Ren: Thank you again…*hands Jaune a cleaned plate*

Jaune: *stacks plate in drying rack and starts on a glass*

Jaune: …you know, Ren, if you wanna talk-

Ren: *interrupting suddenly* How did you forgive Pyrrha?

Jaune: *nearly drops glass* W-what…?!

Ren: I-I’m sorry, I’m not very good at…expressing my emotions or talking about others…

Ren: But after what happened with Nora, I need to know!

Ren: Back when Beacon fell, Pyrrha sent you away before she went up in the tower…you said that was your first kiss, but then she used it to trap you in a locker. It was a betrayal of your trust when Pyrrha chose to send you away and go to a fight she couldn’t hope to win.

Ren: I could see that she hurt you, Jaune. Even when she came back, I saw the pain she caused you, but now…

Ren/Jaune: *look over at Pyrrha playing with squealing Arkos children, balancing one on each shoulder while squatting up and down*

Ren: …and now, I’ve never seen two people more happy or in love.

Ren: So please, I need to know…

Ren: How did you do it? How did you work past something like that and stay together?

Jaune: *puts down the glass and pauses, watching Pyrrha do push-ups with her son clinging to her back while her daughter crawls underneath*

Jaune: …I gotta tell you, Ren, it was really rough for us, when Pyrrha came back. At first, I was like, SUPER happy to see her again, you know? It was like everything could go back to the way it was before Beacon fell!

Jaune: But after that feeling wore off, I remembered all that stuff you were just talking about, like how Pyr kissed me, and then shoved me in a locker and ran off without me to get killed instead of coming with us, and it started to bug me.

Jaune: …like, I REALLY started to resent her.

Ren: We all noticed. You stopped talking around her and stopped looking her in the eye. I think Pyrrha almost cried every time she saw you because you seemed so distant.

Jaune: Yeah…I was kinda bitter…Looking back, I know what she did was a dumb teenage decision made under a lot of unfair pressure, but at the time I was still mad, and I guess I kinda wanted to see her hurt because she hurt me…

Jaune: …in hindsight, it was pretty shitty of me to be all passive-aggressive and cold just to hurt her back, and I was being a dumb teenager too…

Ren: Did that realization make the difference?

Jaune: Nope.

Jaune: Believe it or not, I called my mom.

Jaune: I told her everything that was going on, and my problems with Pyrrha, and she gave me some advice her grandpa told her about relationships:

Jaune: *does a southern accent* “When the goin’ gets tough, ya only have two options: Ya either stop lovin’ ‘em, or ya love ‘em a whole lot more!” 🤠

Ren: …so…

Ren: …that’s the secret?

Jaune: *resumes putting cleaned plates away in cabinet* …weeeeelllll…there was a lot more to it than that! Pyrrha and I had to have a big talk about our relationship, and there were a lot of tears and apologies, but great-grandpappy’s advice kinda made me sit down and decide whether I wanted to be with Pyrrha or not, and once I decided that I wanted to be with her I could figure out what I had to do…

Jaune: *feels an impact as his son glomps onto his leg like a koala*

Jaune: *grins down at Arkos kid* And I think I picked the better choice! *scoops up his son as Pyrrha gathers up Arkos daughter for bedtime*

Ren: …your great-grandpappy sounds like a wise man, Jaune…

Ren: If you don’t mind, I think I need to make a call.

Ren later called Nora and they made up on Jaune and Pyrrha’s pull-out couch.

Nora: *snuggled against Ren’s chest* I’m glad you called, Ren, but what made you decide to give me another chance?

Ren: Someone gave me some advice that helped me decide what I wanted:

Ren: *in a terribly-executed southern accent* “When tha goin’ gets tuff, ya only got two opshuns: stop luvin ‘um, or ya luv um a whole lot more!”

Nora: …

Nora: Ren, that was sweet and touching and everything, but that accent was, like, the WORST accent I’ve ever heard! 🤣

Ren: Nora, please, it wasn’t THAT bad…

Nora: I love you, Rennie, but that was so bad it was offensive! 😂

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #nora valkyrie #arkos #renora #jaune x pyrrha #jaune arc x pyrrha nikos #ren x nora #lie ren x nora valkyrie #the quote is from colonel potter in M*A*S*H #it’s not nice to make fun of other people’s accents #angst-ish #I don’t do serious writing that well

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fryingpan1234567 · 2 months

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listen I knowwww Roach should be British. he was on a British task force. he’s got the flag on his uniforms. but when @fixfoxnox said southerner Roach I just couldn’t not love him okay leave me alone

anyways. southerner Roach shenanigans

(I guess you could call this a Something in the Orange fanfic since he’s besties with Jackson in this scenario as well as dating Ghost and Soap……… but it’s general enough it’s probably fine ANYWAYS)

Roach’s accent, while it normally only lightly flavors a few of his words, gets considerably thicker when he’s visiting home

I mean like he does the thing southerners do where they somehow mash entire sentences into one word and the others are just like “……….what” but Jackson is nodding like he understood

Like. They’re all at dinner together somewhere. Somebody brings up the rodeo at the state fair. The Europeans have no idea what they’re talking about. Roach just goes “y’ain’tneverheardadat??” and Soap nearly has a stroke trying to figure out what he meant but Jackson continues to eat soundly like he didn’t hear anything wrong

COWBOY👏 HAT👏 RULE👏

HELP

No no no they go to some random dive bar for one of their birthdays. It doesn’t matter whose. Jackson and Roach both have cowboy hats because OBVIOUSLY and like. They exchange this look that the others can’t figure out whenever one of their boyfriends steals their hat via flirting

(They tell them later and then can’t stop laughing while Soap and Ghost and Gaz are just sitting there like uh oh)

After that the hat stealing is very much purposeful

Square dancing to fucking Timber by Kesha and Pitbull in said dive bar because that’s just required idk what to tell you

Soap and Ghost seeing Roach ride a horse for the first time and visibly bluescreen

Roach recognizing people from high school in his hometown even tho he hasn’t seen them in like 20 years

He likes Taylor Swift but only her old country-adjacent stuff

Ghost and Soap couldn’t figure out his aversion to any kind of substitute milk until he took them home and they found out it’s because he grew up drinking milk that literally came from the cows he has in his backyard. They own two cows. And a few chickens. Very resourceful

Jackson and Roach dragging the 141 to Roach’s family’s Super Bowl party one year because in the southern states it’s a huge fucking deal

The Europeans being like “………this is quite possibly one of the dumbest things I’ve ever seen in my life” but their boys are having fun so it’s okay

God help the rest of them. Jackson and Roach are rooting for opposite teams.

There’s screaming, there’s wrestling on the living room floor, there’s spilling food and beer everywhere. The amount of rubbing it in after a touchdown lands is fucking crazy, and they’ve shouted about stabbing each other every single time

Eventually, maybe with a bit of googling, the others get into it. Soap hasn’t stopped shoving Mrs. Roach’s buffalo chicken dip in his face since he’d discovered it when they’d arrived, and Ghost was letting the kids use his tattoo like a coloring page while he chatted with Roach’s dad and brothers. Gaz kept getting elbowed in the ribs whenever Roach and Jackson tousled on the couch, and a couple times he was asked to hold Jackson’s beer so “I can kick some sense into this dipshit,” usually followed by Roach’s maniacal cackling. Price was banging around in the kitchen with Mrs. Roach. Nobody knew how he’d gotten dragged into that, but he seemed to be enjoying himself

On the topic of bringing the boys home to the fam oh my GODS thanksgiving

Ghost is not a dessert person. He’s never been a dessert person. But he had four slices of Mr. Roach’s apple pie, so,,,,,,,,, apparently he is actually a dessert person

Obvi Roach is good with all guns, but he was hunting with his dad and brothers by the time he was like six. He knows how to work a shotgun like he breathes

(Ahem being southern is why he’s so fucking stubborn btw if anyone was wondering)

Roach and Jackson both are religious Dolly Parton listeners

“DID U GUYS KNOW SHE WROTE JOLENE AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU ON THE SAME DAY—“

Ghost and Soap wake up one night because there’s a weird noise outside. They poke Roach awake like “???? what was that??” and he was just like “oh yeah the woods make noises sometimes. don’t worry about it. if something actually wanted to kill you, you wouldn’t hear it coming” and promptly passed back out

“Yea I’ve seen a skinwalker before” “FYM YOU’VE S E E N O N E ? “ “It was in my backyard?? Relax it just wanted the coyote that always tries to kill our chickens. I didn’t really mind”

Gaz suggests investigating a weird figure he saw in the woods. Roach laughs out loud and Jackson smacks him in the back of the head like “that’s how you fucking die you idiot”

“Y’all’re lucky we’re here to stop you from doing somethin’ stupid. Fuckin’ city slickers” “What did you just call me”

The deafening sounds of crickets and locusts puts Roach to sleep almost instantly every night. Ghost barely sleeps every time they visit.

”IT IS SO FUCKING LOUD IF ONE MORE BLOODY CRICKET—“ “Simon not everyone needs literal dead silence to sleep—“

No matter how many pillows he stacks on top of his head he can’t escape it

Oh. Oh. The Europeans CANNOT do southern heat. They’re passed out on the porch while Jackson and Roach and Roach’s brothers play football in the front yard

Roach makes killer lemonade and iced tea nobody talk to me

He has a rusty blue ancient pickup that he says is his baby. One of the wheels is misshapen and the bed squeaks dangerously every time they hit a pothole, but he won’t get rid of it EVER

Roach introduces Soap and Ghost to catching fireflies in jars with his nieces and nephews. They are. So in love with the concept.

It gets turned into a competition, because of course it does, and it looked like Ghost was going to win— but then the youngest of the participating children silently held up a jar that was too bright to look at and audibly buzzing from the amount of bugs inside of it. They cut their losses and embrace the fact that they’ll never be That Good

Southern👏 sunsets👏 there ain’t nothing like it

Soap has a sketchbook dedicated entirely to doodling Roach doing farm things

Roach had a horse he took care of in high school. Her name was Peaches and he literally cried when he found pictures of her in his room

Ghost LOVES the sweet old border collie Roach’s parents have. That dog has seen many a stampede, and he’s herded just as many. What a man. Ghost does not leave him alone Ever

gods fuck me bro I could literally talk about southern Roach F O R E V E R (idk if you can tell from the long ass post Jesus Christ)

good morning/ night/ 4am lmk if you want more of this

#cod #tf141 #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #john soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #paul jackson #something in the orange #kind of #soapghostroach #ghostsoaproach #southerner roach

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nori-writes · 1 year

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Hi there! May I request Cassidy with an s/o who can easily fluster him? Thank you in advance if you do this!

“You love it.”

Cassidy x Reader

W/C: 850+

A/N: YESS, I love Cassidy requests, sadly this is the last one I have (feel free to send more 👀) I’ve been obsessed with Overwatch recently especially Cassidy and Hanzo. One last funny little thing that I wanna share. So basically the way I write his accent is a just quietly talk to myself while I’m writing because I have a southern accent myself. Just thought it was a lil funny thing to share.

Also this isn’t proof read AT ALL. I wrote this in a couple periods of school.

Cole loves complimenting and flirting with you as often as he gets the chance to.

But as soon as you throw a compliment back at him he is a flustered mess.

Typically he's just fine taking a compliment from someone like another agent in Overwatch but when it's from you?

God help him.

Whenever he’s flustered he’ll pull his hat from his head to cover his face and take a moment to collect himself before even thinking about replying to you

It’s literally adorable.

Claims to hate it

He loves it.

He’ll glance over them and claim that your words don’t affect him

They most definitely do.

It was around midnight and Cassidy still hadn’t managed to find his way into bed. He had returned from a mission earlier and had meant to go home hours ago to change, shower, or even just to see you. God, he always missed you. Instead, he sat on a part of the counter in the base's kitchen, lights out, eating some cookies that Brigitte had made for all of Overwatch to enjoy and enjoy he did.

They were amazing, perfectly cooked but still a nice chewable, gooey texture to them with the perfect amount of chocolate chips and hit the spot at this time of night. If he was being completely honest though, he hadn’t realised how late it was getting to be. If he had he would’ve scurried his way home by now.

Though, the silence in the Overwatch kitchen at night was a weirdly comforting thing. The curtains were open just enough to bring in the perfect amount of moonlight to illuminate everything so that you weren’t tripping over stuff in the dark.

After a couple more cookies Cole had finally decided to pull out his phone and check the time which had read to be almost 1:00 AM. Determining that it was already far too late for him to be awake he decided on one last cookie before he would finally make his way to your shared bed for the night.

He pulled his last cookie out of the jar before taking a bite out of it as he realised your figure stood in the doorway, “Hey sweet pea, what’re you doin’ up at this hour?”

You left the doorway making your way closer to Cole. He noted that you were in pyjamas meaning that you had already been in bed as your voice came out in a groggy tone, “Someone had mentioned that you were back from your mission earlier today, I hadn’t seen you so I came looking for you. Missed your handsome face.”

He internally thanked that he had left the lights off when he came in here earlier, had he not the only thing to hide how embarrassingly red his face was currently would’ve been his hat. The hat which he wasn’t wearing currently.

There was an outline of a smile that came across your face, you weren’t able to fully see his reaction but you knew the effect that your words had on him. He was always the one who flirted with other people, never the other way around so when you threw his words right back at him the reaction was nothing but the best. He took a second to gather himself before he even thought about replying to you.

“Sorry, I hadn’t been lookin’ at the time. I meant to come n’ see you earlier. I kinda got caught up with Brigitte’s cookies, these things are amazing,” He praised the cookies while taking a bite out of the one he had grabbed before he noticed you were in the room.

You shook your head in agreement, hopping up on the counter next to him, laying your head onto his shoulder, “You thinking about heading to bed anytime soon?”

“Just ‘bout to after I finished this last cookie,” you let out a small hum of acknowledgement to his words looking up at his face, “Somethin’ on your pretty little mind sugar?”

You shook your head, “Nothing just you, all the time.”

All he could do was sigh with a smile on his face, the blush of his face much more visible with the closeness of the two of you, “Can’t be just sayin’ stuff that.”

“Yes I can, and you love it.”

As always if you enjoyed my masterlist is here

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z3nitsusgf · 2 months

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Will, my muse, my cowpoke, my insane cheese-brain detective <33

Will Graham is soft like moss from the backyard. All wide-eyed and toothy, like the refracting image of water on the surface of the lake. He’s country charm at its finest. The very definition of it. He’s real rough and tumble, oh your bluegrass outlaw. Banned from the saloon and kicked from the county jail - he wanders the backwoods alone.

You can just imagine it, the old cowboy in him. Sitting on the porch with his hat tipped down over his eyes, chewing on long dried wheat and humming Jonny Cash. The sun dips down over the west, singing cicadas and buzzing mosquitoes, he’ll lay his head on your shoulder and once in a while, kiss it.

He once told you he likes to help people. That, when he loves them, he wants to make them feel like he’ll always be there to solve it.

He said, “I’ve never seen you cry, I don’t know if you can. I don’t know if I can either.” And in a way, you knew he just wanted to hold you one last time.

You know if you asked sweet enough, if you shared your canteen and offered a palm to his cheek - he’d nuzzle it like a dog and let you clean his wounds till he cried. The glow of fireflies caught in jars.

He’s a spur in your side, a rough kick of a steel toe boot to your heart. But you want it.

You want that life. To live in that small town with winding back roads and train tracks that blare in the night. Barefoot on the stairs, tracing the smooth dark wood of the bannister. Drinking sweet tea on the swinging bench and listening to him talk about his truck.

It’ll roll off his tongue like sap from a tree, “babydoll what’d ya think?”. Thick country accent slurring from his mouth, hands creeping up the valley of your chest, canines peeking through his lip.

To watch him fix his engine with oil stained hands, cap shielding his eyes from the blistering southern sun. August sticking to the back of our throats. Dog days. He’d look sweet as sin, like cold whiskey at the bar.

You’ve always been a dreamer. You’re quite choked with the tenderness you have for him. If you admitted it, it would kill you.

You wonder, faintly, if he’s religious. Would he find God within you? Would you find God in him?

“Oh my sunkissed cowboy, my lover boy, my partner in crime. Let me hold you by your blue jeans, let me curl my fingers round your belt loops and step on your leather boots, let me kiss your honey suckle mouth.”

You see it so clearly. You need him with the utmost certainty.

#will graham x reader #will graham #will I’ll always love youuuuuu #no one can make me hate you will #val.writes ❦

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gothgoblinbabe · 9 months

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Marlboro Red 100's (pt.1)

Daryl Dixon x FemReader (No use of Y/N)

Modern/no apocalypse/no walkers AU

Word Count: 3765

Warnings: Mentions of smoking, fluffy-lovey-dovey crap, suggestive-ish, swearing, mention of slight age gap but no ages specified

(Pt.2)

A/N: This is like my second ever one shot I've posted to Tumblr pls enjoy and don't rip me to shreds <3

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1:30 to 2:00

2:00 to 3:00

Then 3:30 to 4:00

4:00 to 5:00

5:00 to 6:00

Your shift dragged on and on the more you glanced at the clock, watching the hands circle around and around, painfully slow. Six more hours. You could do six more hours of this, right? Monotonously scanning items and cashing out customers, fixing displays, cleaning spills, scrubbing toilets, checking inventory; all the wonders of being a minimum wage employee at a gas station corner store. Overworked and underpaid, a sentiment shared by many.

There’s handfuls of regulars at any retail store. Some are pleasant and will make small talk with you, asking about your life or commenting on the weather. Others, not so much. Men can be creepy and some people will share every detail of their life with you, whether you want to hear it or not.

There’s rare times, though, when there's a customer that you actually have genuine interest in talking to. Like today.

The door chime rang out through the desolate store, causing you to repeat your usual “Hi, how’re you?” and turn your gaze from your shift paperwork up to the front door.

There stood a man, broad shoulders and shoulder length, dark hair. He wore dark jeans, heavy-looking boots and a leather vest over a flannel that had the sleeves torn off. His tan, muscular hands and arms were covered in what looked like motor oil. He wiped them on a red rag he took from his back pocket, shaking his hair out of his eyes.

“Hey,” his voice was low and gruff with a bit of a southern accent, “you got a bathroom I could use?”

He raised his arms, showing you the mess on his large hands.

“Yeah, uh, right in the back, to the left.” you stammered, gesturing towards the back of the building.

You’d probably die before you told anyone this, but the whole hot mechanic look some guys came in with really got you going. Not often is there a good looking guy that comes in that you drool over, but every now and then there would be a mechanic or a construction guy or a painter who just looks dirty and you wanted them dirtier. It was weird, you didn't know why, but maybe it was just the idea that they weren't afraid to get their hands dirty, literally.

You watched this one walk to the back, eyes on his biceps. Oh, how you’d like to be nearly crushed between them.

Seriously, being here so long with so little to do makes your mind wander just about anywhere and everywhere and half of what you did during your shift was daydream.

When he disappeared into the men’s room, you leaned against the cigarette wall behind the register, eyes scanning the parking lot outside the window. It was almost abandoned, except for an older man pumping gas into his Subaru and a worn-looking Harley Davidson motorcycle propped up out front.

“Of course he rides a motorcycle,” you mumbled to yourself, shaking your head with a little grin. He definitely seemed the type.

“Say somethin’, sweet ‘eart?” his voice startled you from your thoughts, noticing he’d already washed his hands and was now standing up against the counter.

You couldn’t help the light blush creeping across your face at the nickname, shaking your head and pointing outside, “just sayin’ I like your bike.”

You blinked at him from behind the register, watching his eyes almost light up at the mention of his prized possession. You could feel your heart beating faster at the scent of his cologne mixed with a little gasoline.

“Ain’t she beautiful? Just got done workin’ on ‘er, made a mess but it’s always worth it.” He grinned, glancing out the window at his bike.

“You new ‘round here? I’ve never seen you before,” you decided to blurt out, “think I’d remember ya’.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

“Not many new people come through here, is all.” you lied, so many different faces slid through every day, but you’d remember his because you’d think about it later with your hands between your thighs.

“Huh,” he hummed, “can I get a pack of the Marlboro red 100’s, darlin’?”

You nodded, turning around and reaching on your tiptoes to grab the pack of cigarettes from the top shelf. Had you been able to feel the way the man’s eyes traveled down from the top of your head to your heels, you would’ve melted into a puddle right there.

“Anythin’ else?” you asked, placing the cigarettes on the counter top.

“One more thing,” he said, handing you a twenty dollar bill, “what’s your name?”

You pointed to the name tag fastened to your shirt and he read it outloud, erupting butterflies in your stomach.

‘’I’m Daryl Dixon. And yeah, I’m new ‘round here. I’ll be back in though, you’ll see more of me.”

“You gonna be a regular?” you asked, crossing your arms and once again leaning against the wall of cigarettes after you handed him his change and closed the drawer.

“Hope so, only If i see more a’ you.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to bite down the smile on your lips, failing miserably.

“Uh-huh, I’m always here, Daryl Dixon,” You teased, letting his name roll off your tongue.

“Then I’ll be back for sure.” He flashed a sweet smile, tapped his hand on the counter and turned to leave.

Once he was out the door, you watched him mount his bike, raking his hands through his hair and kicking up the side stand. As he pulled away, you felt the butterflies still flutter in circles in your stomach, your thoughts still focused on him.

You would see him again. It would be Daryl’s ritual to come in every Friday afternoon for a pack of Marlboro Red 100 cigarettes and sometimes a lighter. Truth was, even if his pack wasn’t empty yet, he’d still stop in every Friday afternoon just to see your pretty face and to watch you stretch the top shelf, his eyes raking over your shape. Jesus, he wanted you so badly it almost hurt, but he had no idea how to approach you about it, he didn’t even know much about you. Small things, like your family stuff and what you did for fun, but nothing much else. To make matters worse, he had to be at least 20 years older than you. What would you want with an old man like him?

Was he really old?

No, but he felt like it.

Except for when he was lost in conversation with you.

Every time he saw you, he felt as though there was no divide and you could’ve known each other years before, old friends meeting up every Friday for a couple months straight. He’d ask questions about you, what your favorite color was, your favorite animal, favorite song, movies, foods, anything he could learn about you, he absorbed like a dry sponge tossed into water. You’d always return the questions, ask him the same, and make mental notes of the answers, the same way he was.

On one sunny, dry, hot Friday afternoon, the door chimed and in walked your favorite regular, Daryl Dixon.

“Hey, honey,” He grinned your way, but instead of walking towards the counter as usual, he turned towards the cooler in the back.

“What, no cigarettes?” you pretended to be shocked, hand over your heart.

‘’I’m gettin’ a drink, hot as shit out there,” he replied, shaking his head and disappearing momentarily behind one of the shelves.

You smiled and rolled your eyes just as the door chimed again, another customer walking in.

He was a short, scrawny guy who couldn't have been more than a couple years older than you. You said your usual greeting and he ignored you, walking up to the counter and simply stating a brand of cigarettes you assumed he wanted. Daryl got in line behind him just as you turned around and bent slightly to grab the pack of cigarettes on the lowest shelf.

From behind you, you heard a whistle.

You snapped back up, looking back and glaring at the asshole. He was chuckling to himself.

“Aw, c’mon, it was a compliment, baby, you got blessed back there,’’ He laughed.

“Fuck off,” you muttered, tossing the cigarettes onto the counter and swiping the scanner over them.

“What was that, babe?” He raised his eyebrows.

Daryl looked like he was about to explode, piping up from behind the guy, “you heard what she said, why don’t ‘cha? Fuck off.”

He nearly spat his words, seconds away from stepping between this douchebag and the counter.

“I ain’t gonna let no bitch talk to me like that,” He snarled, swiping the cigarettes off the counter.

‘’Alright, that’s it,” Daryl placed his drink on the counter and slid it to you, “hold that, sweetheart, okay?” before turning to the other man.

‘’Fuck you think you are, talkin’ to a lady like that? She ain’t no bitch, that’s you. Get the fuck on outta’ here.” He spat, roughly grabbing the younger man by the collar of his t-shirt and shoving him towards the door.

‘’She ain’t no lady-” the guy started, back to the door, but Daryl cut him off.

“She’s every bit a’ one, now get the hell out and leave ‘er alone before I kick your fuckin’ teeth in.”

The guy tried to walk forward, but Daryl shoved him out through the door, onto the pavement. He scrambled up, seemingly too embarrassed to walk back in, and sped off. Daryl picked up the cigarettes from the floor where the guy had dropped them when he was shoved the first time and gently placed them onto the counter.

‘’You alright, honey? I’m sorry ‘bout him, fuckin’ asshole.”

You were just about breathless, a pit in your stomach and a tingle in your chest. You’d hate to admit it to yourself but the way he had defended you turned you on to almost no end. Your heart was beating a million times a minute, deafening in your ears as you blinked at his baby blue eyes.

You almost couldn’t speak, “ ‘m fine.”

“You sure?”

‘’Y-yeah, thank you.”

“Ain’t gotta thank me for nothin’, I’d never let some prick talk to ya’ like that.”

“Daryl?”

You had a bad idea, it was definitely bad and there's no way he’d say yes but your tongue was on a route that your brain couldn’t stop.

“Mhm?” he hummed in response, leaning on his forearms on the counter, so engaged in anything and everything you had to say.

Which made things so much worse for you.

“What are you doing tomorrow night? Are you busy?” you blurted.

Oh, this could be so, so bad.

“What?” He replied, steading himself to stand straight.

Okay, yeah, bad.

“Nevermind, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I-”

“No, no, sorry for what? I ain’t busy tomorrow night, what were you gonna say?”

Daryl looked intrigued, if not a little confused.

“It was stupid, I was gonna ask if you, um, If you’d wanna maybe have dinner or somethin’. Like a date.” You managed to get out, picking at your fingernails with anxiety.

“I ain’t too old for ‘ya?” was the first thing from his mouth after a moment of tense silence.

“Too old?” you questioned, tilting your head, “I’m an adult, Daryl. You can’t be too old for me.”

He sighed, grinning and rubbing the back of his neck as relief filled his body.

“When you want me to pick you up, sweetheart?”

You smiled wide, feeling giddy like this was your very first date all over again.

“Let’s do six o’clock? Here, I’ll give you my address,” you find a piece of a scrapped receipt and scribble your address and phone number, handing it over to him.

He gladly accepts it, folding it and placing it in his jeans pocket.

Before you know it, it’s six o’clock the next evening and you're focused on yourself in the mirror. You’d worn your favorite outfit and done your hair, waiting anxiously for the doorbell.

At five minutes past six, it rang.

You excitedly scurried to the door, opening it to see a slightly nervous Daryl Dixon in his leather vest and flannel button down.

He shook his hair out of his eyes to get a better look at you, making note of every curve and dip that made his head spin.

“You look…real, real pretty,” He managed to mumble out, having a hard time keeping his eyes on yours.

“You do, too,” you teased, stepping out into the evening air and closing the door behind you.

You followed Daryl to his motorcycle, your stomach turning with nerves.

“So where we headin’ off to?” you inquired, watching his broad shoulders in front of you.

“ ‘s a surprise. Figured I outta’ do somethin’ special for a girl like you.”

You blushed, shaking your head and only giggling in response.

“You alright gettin’ on the bike?” He asked sweetly, placing a gentle hand on your elbow.

You could melt under his calloused touch, instinctively leaning your body towards him.

“I should be alright, I think. Just never been on one before,” you caught your lower lip between your teeth.

He noticed the small nervous gesture, reaching over his bike and handing you the single helmet.

“You’re safe with me, alright? Hold on real tight and don’t let go, trust me, ain’t gonna let nothin’ happen to you,' ' He reassured you.

You hesitated for a moment before tugging the helmet on and letting Daryl help you on the motorcycle behind him. You wrapped your arms tight around his abdomen, leaning your weight on his back.

He was glad you were behind him so you couldn’t see the shade of pink his cheeks had turned or the way he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face even if he tried. You were significantly smaller in stature than he was and he adored the way your smaller arms wrapped tight around him.

“You ready, honey?” He kicked the side stand up, rearing the engine of the bike.

“Sure am, sugar,” You shot back.

His smile grew wider as you both started forward, wind through your clothes sending a light chill through you. The hum of the bike filled your ears as you watched your shadows dance upon the pavement, cast by the late afternoon sun.

Before you knew it, Daryl slowed the bike to a stop and turned to speak to you.

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Nah,” you tried to act nonchalant, though your heart was beating like crazy as you handed him the helmet back, “it was fun.”

“So you’ll let me take ya’ out on it again?”

“Well, I’ll have to if we’re gonna go on any more dates, huh?”

Daryl smiled at your quick response, hopping off the bike and helping you do the same.

You checked out your surroundings, a green and desolate park, open lawns with freshly mowed grass and large oak and willow trees.

“You take me here to kill me?” you joked, watching a dragonfly hover over the cement near your feet.

“Nah, cmon,” Daryl chuckled, waving his hand to motion you to follow him, “got somethin’ set up for ya’. Hope you don’t think it’s stupid, I ain’t ever really…’guess I’ve never been on a real date before, so I, uh…I don’t know, hope you like it, is all.”

His nervous babbling as you followed in his direction into the field of grass made you smile wide.

“I’m sure whatever you got up your sleeve is -”

Words failed to form as you saw what he was leading you to. A blanket was laid out under the shade of a beautifully full weeping willow tree. Containers of all sorts of delicious foods were spread out along with a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

“Oh, Daryl, you did all this? For me?”

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to kiss him right there for being so damn sweet.

“Of course, for you,” Daryl smiled, taking a seat on the blanket and tapping the empty space next to him, “what other sweet lady would I do this for?”

You couldn’t hide the large smile spread across your face as you plopped yourself down next to him, taking in the array of foods.

“Wow, this is…you really out did yourself. This is perfect.” you assured him, taking note of the way he was scanning your features to see what you thought of his gesture.

“Think so? Just wanted to make it ‘nice as I could.”

“Perfect, all of it.” You smiled and opened a container of strawberries, popping one in your mouth and offering some to Daryl.

He took one appreciatively, doing the same.

You had a mischievous idea and picked up a strawberry, offering it to Daryl, “Now is this the part of the date where you feed me strawberries like in the movies?”

You thought he’d laugh, shake off your joke in slight rejection and change the subject.

Instead, he gently took the fruit from your fingers, hovering it in front of your lips.

‘’Yeah? Go ahead.”

Your stomach did back flips and you could’ve sworn it tied itself in knots at his words.

Daryl was glad you didn’t seem to notice the way his hand started to shake.

You leaned in, slowly, and caught the fruit between your teeth. You kept your eyes on his as you bit down, pulling away to wipe the juice from your lips.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) for him, that was one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced in his life and he immediately went for the wine to calm his nerves.

You watched him uncork the wine in his lap, noticing the slight bulge in the front of his jeans as he tried to hide it with the bottle, though it didn’t do much.

The way you had to do almost nothing but exist in his presence to make him excited had you biting down a smile, watching his hair fall in front of his face as he finally uncorked the bottle. As he poured your glass, you reached a delicate hand forward and brushed the hair from his face and tucked it behind his ear. His eyes shot up to yours, lost in the way the sun hit them and made the color even more stunning.

You were beautiful, ethereal, an angel on earth he had been blessed to be touched by.

And you made him spill the wine.

“S-shit, sorry, I shoulda’ been lookin’, too distracted,” He laughed a little, glancing at the stain of red wine on the blanket.

‘’Distracted with what?” You teased, grabbing the bottle from his hands to pour him his own glass.

“How am I supposed to pay attention when there’s a pretty girl like you lookin’ at me like that?”

“Like what? I’m just lookin’ at you!” You giggled, going to hand him his wine glass.

“Like that!” he exclaimed with a smile, gesturing with his free hand as he took the glass from you, “with them beautiful damn eyes and that pretty smile and that gorgeous face, drivin’ me damn near insane.”

“Oh, please, you say it to flatter me,” you shook your head and laughed, taking a sip from your glass.

“Nah, but if you wanna feel flattered, I’ll sure keep tryin’,” He said, doing the same, “but it ain’t flattery if it’s true.”

You playfully rolled your eyes and had another snack. Daryl sat back against the tree and watched you intently, your lips, nose, jaw, hair, hands, every bit of you.

“You wanna know somethin’?” He said, gaining your attention.

“Hm?”

“I don’t really go through a pack of smokes a week. I just come in every Friday to see you. I like seein’ your pretty face and I like seein’ you reach up to grab ‘em from the top shelf. It’s cute.”

It felt like he knocked the wind right out of you. He really was too damn sweet.

“And I like talkin’ to ya’, like knowin’ more about ya’. Could talk to you for hours.” he added in admission, smiling in adoration at you.

It was almost too much.

“Daryl?”

He sat up, leaning towards you, “Yeah, sweetheart?”

“I want you to kiss me,” you sighed, watching his eyes change, “please, kiss me.”

He wasted no time in placing a gentle hand on the back of your neck and connecting his lips with yours. His lips were soft against yours and tasted of strawberries and wine and cigarettes. His breathing was soft against your cheek as he deepened the kiss, placing his other hand on your waist and absentmindedly tracing circles with his fingers. Your hands were both in his hair, twirling his locks around your fingers. You both eventually broke apart to gaze at each other, breathless and giddy like teenagers.

“I like you a lot, Daryl.” you admitted, again playing with his hair. He leaned into your touch.

“I like you more.” He smiled, fingers still tracing patterns on your waist.

“Oh, you wanna start that fight?” you teased.

“Only if we can make up at the end,” He smiled.

You kissed him again, this time adjusting yourself to be nearly square on his lap. His breathing hitched and he gazed up at you, swiping gently at the hair that had fallen in front of your face.

“Show me how much you like me.” Was all you had to say to have Daryl’s tongue in your mouth, swiping lovingly and softly.

His hands caressed from your shoulder blades down your back to the sides of your hips, kneading your thighs while you tangled your fingers in his hair. He pulled away just an inch to kiss along your jaw and down your neck, biting and sucking softly, earning small mews and moans from you. You mumbled his name in ecstacy, making him groan against your neck. He continued to kiss back up your neck and jaw to once again meet your mouth, using one hand on the back of your neck to keep you as close against him as you could get.

When you two finally broke away from each other, reluctantly, neither of you could wipe the smiles from your faces.

It was no surprise then, when he dropped you home later and walked you to your door, that you both agreed to a second date.

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wooooo pt2 coming eventually!

#daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl x reader #the walking dead #daryl x you #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixion imagine

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Grades and results|| pt.1

Warnings- none really, strong language, liking a older man you’re hardly legal for

School had always come easy for you, always having a’s and being the good girl you are once it came to your responsibilities as a student. Starting this school year was exciting, waving happily to the other students as you walked through the halls. Everyone knew you and you knew everyone, they all seemed to love you even the people who were a little bit more harder to please. The football boys especially enjoyed you, you were like their best friend. Also having them as a protection plan..wasn’t so bad.

You smiled your way down to your new class that had the new teacher, once you walked in you seen him standing at his desk looking down at papers. His outfit was black with a pink scarf hardly hiding his chest. He was handsome there was no doubt about that but once he looked up at you, your idea of handsome changed. He was just plain gorgeous. A very gorgeous man.

“Hello” he said with a small smile. He had a accent to his word. Southern you believe but being in Memphis that wasn’t unusual. “Hi, sir..uh do you have a seat plan or can i just pick my own?” Your voice held innocence and he sensed that immediately looking you down and up then shaking his head. “Choose your own” he said looking back to the papers that were probably to be handed to the students later this hour.

You took a seat quite close to his desk and patiently waited for the other students to pile in, a few of the football players sat by you, quipping up a conversation with you about their summer. Davis was your main best friend, he and you just really clicked when you first started hanging around the team.

“Alright, hello everyone..’m mr.presley but outside of school i don’ like formalities so call me elvis. Only outside of school” he says sternly, you liked that name. It had a great ring to it. He was quick to get into giving out work sheets and lectures. He was quite harsh with people especially if they interrupted him.

“Miss..” he sighs and shoves his hand in his pocket going to the seat of the girl talking. You look back at him to see his ass perfectly framed in the black pants. Your cheeks redden up before you look away closing your eyes and swallow back. You’d just stared at your teachers ass and you were bot about to apologize for that amazing sight you got.

You never thought you’d find any teacher attractive but here you are blushing over a man you don’t even really know. “Thank ya. Now shut your damn mouth” he says, you frown and look back at him again to see him heading back towards his desk. You’ve never heard a teacher be so strong with their words, but in all honesty you found it quite attractive.

The class was quick to end and you gathered your stuff looking up as you heard a cough infront of your desk. “Oh-..hi mr.Presley.” You say a smile growing on your lips. “‘M goin’ to need ya to stay back” your smile fades a bit. “But sir..I’ve gotta go to the elementary to help with the pre-school kids..” he frowns and crosses his arms. “W-what is it you needed mr.Presley?” You ask feeling bad about not being able to stay.

“I don’ know my way around the school all that much and ya seem like ya’d know” he looks away then goes to his desk silently, you did feel bad and to be around him longer would be quite the experience. “I can show you around after my last class. I just cant be late i got something to do to help the teachers in the classes” he looks back to you and nods staying silent. You smile and skip out of his class heading towards the elementary side of the school.

“Miss Y/n!” You hear a few small voices yell as you go through the kindergarten hall. You look back and smile hugging the kids as they come up to you. “Hey guys, you have a good day so far?” Earning nods and ‘yes’s from them. “Good. I have to go to mrs.Holly’s class.. you guy be good okay?” You happily say standing up fully and going to the class you’re supposed to help in.

They day went by fast and before you knew it you found yourself walking back to mr.Presleys class. He had his feet kicked up on the desk and..sunglasses? No his face reading a paper his thumb on his lip. Your lips part slightly as you look at his position. “Hi sir. You ready for your tour?” You ask getting his attention. He sighs and puts his feet down, setting his glasses and papers down on the desk and standing. “Yeah lets get this over with” he nods walking towards you, scooting past you out the door. You showed him the more important things before taking him to the other classes taking him to the hot shots class first. Ms.noel. Once you stepped foot in the class you can tell she caught his attention. She was perfect how could he not. Her body just seemed to fit everyone’s standards and really..it gave you some insecurities. “Mr...presley? I believe? I've heard about you around school all day” she says walking towards him.

You could tell she was into him too really you had some jealousy and it confused you as to why. “I was just showing him around” you speak up with a smile. Elvis looks to you and quirks up a brow. “I got it from here” he shorts. It kinda broke your heart that he was blowing off your tour for ms.noel. “Yeah? Well let me..show you some students” she says, you nod to yourself and leave the classroom. You might be clueless to alot of things but you knew what sex was you knew that’s definitely the look he had in his eyes to ms.noel.

The next day as you walked into mr.Presleys class ms.noel was there feeling all up on his exposed chest. That had to be against dress code. “Morning” you say happily, sitting at your seat. Ms.noel looks to you and pulls her hands away from mr.Presley pressing a kiss to his chest and leaving to her class.

“Mornin’” he huffs grabbing a stack of papers and pulling one from it. He goes to your desk and lays it down. ‘F meet me after school’ a F? Youve never gotten a F..your mama would be real disappointed if she saw this…hopefully you can redo it.

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heartylunalys · 2 years

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Cannes Film Festival

Austin Butler x black actress! reader

my masterlist || part 2

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genre: smut, tiny bit of fluff

words: 3k

warnings: well…smut, oral f receiving, slight spanking, a manager being annoying as fuck

notes : I loved writing this fic and I hope you will like to read it. I needed to write for Austin since he’s completely clouding my mind since I watched Elvis.

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Cannes Film Festival, an incredible and fancy place where everyone has nice dresses and tuxedos, a view of the beautiful southern French coast, journalists and fans all trying to take a glimpse at the many celebrities here.

You don’t really feel at your place here even if you’re glad to be here, with the big names of the industry. Being a young actress, it’s the first time you’re attending the event, the movie you played in was totally the genre of movie loved in the festival: intense, aesthetically pleasing, a little bit long… You were glad to be the main character in this movie as a black woman, you thought it was a way to show the versatility of black women and how they weren’t always meant to play aggressive, mean characters and conforms to black stereotypes.

The first night of the festival, even if you were tired, having too much spotlight suddenly, your manager begged you to go to the Elvis after-party, saying it will be a perfect occasion to meet new contacts and relieve the stress of the day. After almost 10 minutes of explaining your tiredness to her you understood that she wasn’t going to let you rest in your hotel room so you followed her to La Croisette where the party was at.

“Look at all these people,” she said excitedly, “if we don’t find someone to cast you in all these I don’t know what to do anymore.” She laughed and you forced a smile, clearly annoyed but you didn’t want to act disrespectful.

The party was something, there were a lot of people and you could easily recognize some faces that you already saw on the big screen. However you didn’t feel like talking or even approaching them, maybe because you didn’t feel legit to be in here, you were exhausted and not a very talkative person, so you just decided to take the drink one of the servers offered you, staying away from everyone. You were admiring the pretty landscape of Cannes, wishing you could leave to explore the city. The lights were bright, reflected in the Bay of Cannes.

As you lightly bobbed your head to the music, trying to ease your nerves a little bit, a figure was walking towards you with a little smile and you wanted nothing more than to disappear in the crowd of fake smiles and hypocritical laughs.

“Hey, I think I’ve never seen you before. You’re..y/n right?” The man with a deep voice and a slight southern accent said and you immediately smiled, seeing that the rumors about keeping his character voice were true.

“Yeah, I’m quite a newbie in this type of event, it’s my first time here.” You answered, still not looking at him, searching for a way to run away from this exchange.

“I totally understand,” he cleared his throat searching for something to say, “Did you like the movie ?” He asked with a little pride in his voice.

“Which movie?” It didn’t even occur to you that you were at a party for the movie Elvis, a movie that you watched just before and that you even liked.

“Well, Elvis, my movie.” He explained, a little amused at your question and you were glad that he wasn’t mad at you for this.

“Oh my god I’m sorry,” you quickly responded, clearly embarrassed by your mistake, “I loved it, a lot, it was wow, it was something.” You muttered and finally looked at his face and you wish you didn’t. His blue eyes felt like they were piercings your own dark irises, a smirk plastered on his face while he watched you attentively. “You were incredible.” You let out, almost like a whisper.

“Thank you, it was my job to mesmerize the ladies.” He joked and you laughed, feeling a little bit ridiculous to have a change in your attitude so obvious once you saw his handsome features. “Do you want another drink?” He asked sweetly and you immediately accepted.

You’re night was delighted with Austin. You drank all night with him, laughing and talking in each other's ears with sultry voices.

You were now feeling a little tipsy and clearly the man talking at you was partly responsible for your situation. Your bodies were pressed against each other’s, slowly swinging with the music. Austin’s hands found their place on your waist, going up and down almost cupping your breast.

“You wanna go somewhere else?” He whispered in your ear and you shivered from the sound of his deep voice in your ear.

“Where are you taking me?” You slightly teased him hoping he would announce that you were taking the way to his hotel room.

“Wherever you want, lead the way.” You could hear an almost innuendo in his sentence as his hand traveled from your waist to your thighs. His touch lingered on your skin.

“Well.” You took his hand ready to lead the way to your hotel room with a slight smirk, feeling hot and dizzy from the alcohol and the touch of the handsome boy behind you.

“Y/n! Where do you think you’re going?” Your manager hissed while taking you by the arm, she eyed Austin from head to toe, not impressed by him, “We’re going home, you have to rest.” She gave the two of you a death stare before pulling you out of the party to the car waiting for you to come home.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” You asked, clearly pissed off.

“Well, I’m keeping you from making a fool of yourself.” She strictly said, looking at her phone to message all the people she managed to find for the evolution of your career.

“Making a fool of myself are you kidding me?” You were clearly annoyed now, with a harsh tone in your voice.

“Look darling, I think, and it’s only for your well-being, that it would be terrible for you and your reputation to be seen as a whore fucking with anyone. It would be a shame wouldn’t it be?” She wasn’t really asking you a question, she was simply stating her mind with an almost mom tone, clearly looking down on you.

“I don’t accept that you think you can talk to me like that.” You harshly spoke and she simply hummed, not interested in this conversation anymore.

The rest of the ride was silent, an electric atmosphere lingered in the car. Once you arrived at your hotel, you quickly got out of it, ignoring the voice of your manager giving you instructions for tomorrow. You walked to your room, frustrated, feeling like you were 15 all again and people could feel like they had a word to say in your life. You’re sure you had at least an hour of nervous breakdown, all the pressure washing over you. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be your life, maybe you didn’t have the shoulders for it.

As you were wiping the mascara that runned, watching attentively at yourself in pity, your phone ringed, getting you out of your racing mind. The number was unknown and you were ready to freak out at the person calling you at this hour.

“What?” You harshly asked while picking up, not even letting your interlocutor speak.

“Is it y/n?” A deep voice asked and you couldn’t believe your ear.

“Austin? How did you get my number?” You murmured, a little bit taken aback by hearing him. He laughed lightly and you loved the sound.

“It was difficult but I did it finally.” He didn’t really answer your question but you couldn’t care less about that with how happy you were to hear him. “I��m sorry my manager is such a bitch, I wish I could have stayed longer.” You explained remorsefully.

“I wish you stayed too but hey,” he paused for a second and you waited for him, “Can I come by?” You could hear the malicious smile in his voice. How could you say no to that proposition?

“I’m texting you the info.” You informed him, trying to hide your excitement. After that you hung up, immediately texting him everything he needed to know to be able to come in. You sprinted to the bathroom to do your makeup, trying to accentuate the gorgeous features of your face. Then, you quickly changed yourself, trying to find something sexy but not too much, putting sexy lingerie under your silk dress. You unbraided your hair from the 2 braids you had done to go to sleep. You quickly picked your curls and coils, reshaping your hair like you wanted it. You plumped your lips one last time with your gloss and looked at yourself with pride.

Approximately 10 minutes after your rush you could hear a car pulling up to your hotel. You quickly looked from your window and you perceived the handsome figure of Austin going out of his car and walking nonchalantly in your hotel. You waited on your bed trying to swallow your nerves, you were not feeling as confident as before now that the effects of alcohol had faded. The knock on your door obligated you to stand up and open it, ready to face the beautiful boy.

“Hey.” He smiled and you step out of the way to let him enter your room.

“Don’t talk too loud, the witch is in the room next to mine.” You said while directing your gaze to your wall to explain to him. He snorted and looked at you from head to toes, letting his gaze stop at every parcel of your skin he could see.

“You’re gorgeous.” He stated while taking you by your hips, your dress slightly went up your thighs.

“And you’re handsome.” You answered and his lips found yours, kissing you passionately like he waited for it the whole night. You placed your arms on his neck while one of his hands was now gripping your ass. A soft moan came out of your mouth, Austin took advantage of it to let his tongue meet yours. Your hand was now pulling his hair, and the slight pain was making him even more hornier, pulling you right against him, feeling the bulge in his pants. The kiss was sloppy and wild, the two of you wanting to feel the other.

You pushed him on the bed, your legs encircling his thighs and his bulge right under your core. You attacked his neck, sucking, biting and kissing it. Your movements were making him even harder and he let out groans at the friction.

“You’re so sexy like that.” He stated, his blue eyes almost closed and his plumped lips slightly ajar. His torso was going up and down from his breathing.

“You should see yourself right now.” you murmured in his ear while unbuttoning his black shirt, caressing his hot skin.

His finger slowly lowered your dress straps, his touch felt like a feather on you. He finally exposed your red lace bra, his mouth traveling from your neck to your chest, his eyes piercing yours and his hips rocking slowly under you.

“Austin.” You moaned and he unclaimed your bra, replacing it with his hands while his hair was pulled by you.

He exchanged your positions and you were now on your back on the bed as Austin was above you, admiring your hair on the bed, your pleased face, your perfect chest and the rest of your body that was perfect for him.

“I want to please you,” he started with his hoarse voice, “to make you come before I fuck you.”

“Please do it.” You muttered as his mouth encircled one of your nipple, biting it slightly. His hand traveled to your panties, primarily playing with you by lightly touching you to earn soft whimpers from your mouth. You could feel his smile. He slowly lowered your panties and coated his fingers with your juice before drawing painfully slow circles on your clit. You pressed your nails into his shoulder and he deeply groaned before lowering his kisses and bites from your breast to your abdomen until he was in front of your pussy.

He looked at you to ask for your consent and you tiredly nodded. Austin kissed the inside of your thighs, letting a hot feeling in every spot his lips touched. He finally licked a long strip of your pussy, tasting you with pleasure as his eyes were still looking into yours. He lapped you like you were the most delicious threat on earth, sucking on your clit and licking it godly.

“You’re so fucking good.” He moaned and as your hand gripped his hair you saw him rutting against the bed trying to relieve himself.

“Fuck Austin, Austin! Don’t stop!” You begged and he added two fingers in your core that made you scream.

“I wasn’t planning on stopping, don’t worry baby.” He said, sending shivers down your core.

As he pulled his fingers in and out of you, eating you out wildly, you were now grinding on his face, chasing your high.

“I’m so close, fuck!” You cried and Austin deeply moaned with how hard you were gripping his hair. You felt your orgasm like the pleasure just exploded in you, you were screaming his name and your breath was ragged. He kept pleasing you until you gently pushed his face away, your legs shakingly encircling his shoulders.

“Fuck, you make me so hard.” Austin muttered and you quickly looked at his pants where the form of his hard dick could now be seen. “You’re gonna let me fuck you hard now, right?” He cockily asked and a horny yes rolled out of your mouth. “You’re so good for me, so gorgeous and sexy, I wish I could have you like that everyday, all day.” He scented your neck, addicted to your perfume.

“Can I make you feel good too?” You asked sweetly and he smirked at you before caressing your cheek.

“Just turn around and bend over for me if you want to please me.” You executed his orders, shivers running down your spine.

You heard him search for a condom in his pocket before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants before placing himself behind you, gripping your ass to make it wiggle a little bit while kissing up and down your back.

“You ready?” He whispered and you felt him rubbing his dick slowly on your clit.

“Fuck me Austin.” You almost moaned and Austin slowly entered into you, stretching you deliciously. Your breath hitched, biting your lips in pleasure.

“I don’t think I can control myself with you.” He groaned as he began to move, one hand on your back, pulling out completely before slamming into you. The side of your face crashed on the pillow, moaning all sorts of obscenities. Austin was fucking you wildly, moaning your name from time to time and slightly spanking your ass to hear you scream how much you loved it. One of his hand was on your neck to keep you in position so he could fuck you so deep and good, hitting you at the perfect angle, making your legs tremble and your mind go dumb.

“Austin, Austin, keep…keep doing.” You chanted, liking being used as a fuck toy by the boy. You could feel your core throbbing around Austin’s cock as the sensation of him in you was beginning to be too much to handle. You repeated his name like it was the only thing you could think off while creaming him, your mouth full opened, almost drooling from the pleasure of your orgasm.

“God, you’re making me crazy y/n.” Austin scratched your hips from how his nails were pressed on your hips as he felt his own high from your pulsating pussy. You understood he was coming as you heard the moans he let out and the way his movements were getting sloppier and even stronger.

He stayed in you a little bit more, catching his breath and caressing your back to your thighs softly.

“I’ll be right back.” He whispered as he pulled off of you to throw away the condom. You laid on the bed, watching him tiredly. He sat beside you, putting back on his underwear and your heart ached a little bit, you hoped he would stay at least for the night. When he took completely off his shirt and laid just beside you, taking you in his arms as he caressed your shoulder you felt relieved and content. The smell off his cologne lingered on the sheets and you smiled against his torso.

“What?” He amusedly asked, a smile plastered on his own face.

“Nothing, let me sleep.” You answered in the same tone and he laughed lightly. He peppered your hair with sweet kisses and at this moment you thought that you could get used to this.

The next morning you were alone in your bed, waking up to the voice of your manager at your door screaming at you to wake up before it was too late to go. You sighed, upset from this situation that contrasted completely with the idyllic night before.

“Stop shouting I’m fucking awake!” You screamed in the direction of your door. You then saw the little piece of paper beside you on the nightstand and saw that it was signed Austin.

I loved this night with you but I wish we could get to know each other. What do you think of a date tonight ? I’ll come pick you up at 10.

Austin.

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notes: So.. part 2 ?

I hope you guys liked it, I’m also preparing an Elvis fic so stay tuned.

I’m taking requests by the way.

Likes, reblogs and comments are well appreciated!

I created this blog to allow black girls to feel more comfortable with reading x reader, as a black person I saw how much we weren’t really represented in the fanfic community

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04/07/2022

#black reader #austin butler x reader smut #austin butler x reader #austin butler #austin butler imagine #elvis movie #elvis x reader #elvis 2022 #elvis presley x reader

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attheendoftheline · 1 year

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What is and isn’t

Something that I love about the show is that it takes place simultaneously. It’s New Orleans in the 1930s but also Ancient Thrace (location in Greece). The characters both know the audience and the time loop and don’t. It’s a show of is and isn’t just as it is inevitably.

Though the show there is many a reference to the myth itself, I’ve talked about it and so has practically everyone. Except I haven’t seen people mention how they all seem to refer to things as if it is still Ancient Greece. They have the same mindset and understanding of the world but with a southern accent. Orpheus and others refer to his guitar as a lyre, Hades is the “king of shadows, king of shades.” (The dead), and the entirety of wedding song is just going over traditional wedding ceremonies and gift!

It’s given metaphorically, like the setting is changed , the roles- as hades is much more of a Fat cat businessman when we watch. The rivers of the underworld are the walls, the ferry is a train etc. aspects like this have changed and are excepted in the world while stuff like fields of flowers and tradition marriage ceremonies remain. Eurydice needs a “ticket” for the train but it is still coins which is the traditional fair for the dead. It is and isn’t.

Am I making sense with this? Can someone pipe in and express this clearer.

#hadestown #hadestown broadway #hadestown musical #meta #Hadestown meta #greek mythology #Greek myth

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soulofapatrick · 1 year

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Dance with me - Jesse x reader

Summary: Both Jesse and Y/N decide to dance with each other to make their intended person jealous but find something out about themselves

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: none that I can think of

Y/N’s POV

“They’re so perfect together, aren’t they?” I say to Jesse with fake disgust in my voice as he joins me, beer in hand and honestly look fine as fuck in a dark grey long sleeved henley and tight jeans. He’s got that swagger of confidence that adds to it all, especially when he leans on one elbow next to me. People always have their eyes on Jesse wherever he goes, being one of the only Asian Americans in Jackson and it always makes me laugh at how every gets surprised at the smooth southern twang in his accent. He takes after his mother more except the darker tone of skin, almost a light caramel in the light of the barn.

“Yeah they are.” His voice is low and full of pain and I notice he’s staring at Dina and Ellie dancing while I was staring at Teddy who is dancing with Emily, both of us seemingly pining for one of them that we can’t have. Dina and Jesse broke up last week and it seems like her and Ellie definitely have a thing for each other while Theo doesn’t even know who I am, “Theo still not paying attention?”

“Nope,” I pop the ‘p’ and he laughs, his smiles gently and I’m blurting out, “We could dance?”

“We could.” He nods, neither of us moving as he waits for me to reformulate my thoughts and try again, cognac eyes soft and fond.

“You want Dina to notice you’re happy so dance with me,” I say and something crosses his face too quickly for me to be able to read before he’s putting his beer down and grabbing my hand. It catches me off guard because Jesse’s always touching me whether it’s shoulder to shoulder or either of our fingers brushing the other’s arm or thigh, it’s never been hand holding. His long fingers curling around my hand before he’s spinning me and catching me by the hips, pulling me close and suddenly we’re dancing.

It’s freeing, as if this is the first time I’ve been able to relax in such a long time and just let Jesse and the music consume me. The song changing to a slightly slower one has Jesse pulling me closer than before and he begins swaying me instead, hands having a firm but comforting grip on my hips. I snake my arms around his shoulders, taking in the others dancing around us. Most of the friend groups have steps off to leave the couples dancing and I spot Ellie and Dina watching us and talking. They’re smiling and laughing still so turn my attention back to Jesse, raising my eyes to meet his as if he’s been watching me this whole time.

My face flushes but unable to look away from those hooded eyes, suddenly feeling weak at the knees when I realise we’re so close I can make out the light dusting of freckles across his cheeks and nose that I had never seen before. They blend into his currently tanned complexion so I’ve never noticed them or been close enough to notice them. Strands of his hair falls in his eyes, curling at the ends and it makes me think he should never get a haircut because this slightly longer than normal look is really fucking hot. I can’t help myself when I reach up and brush it aside slightly, hearing Jesse’s breath hitch as we continue to sway. He’s leaning down, hesitating, until his nose bumps mine but he doesn’t come any closer than that, as if afraid. I’m afraid too, not wanting to ruin our friendship because I’d be lost without Jesse, I really would lose myself if he stopped talking.

I would lose myself. Oh.

“Y/N,” My name rolls off of his tongue in a whisper so quiet it sounds like a promise. He’s asking for something, he’s asking for everything. I’m tilting my head to the side and it’s as if we were made for each other the way his lips fit against mine in a hesitant and cautious kiss. It’s nothing like how others have kissed me. No, Jesse’s kiss is all consuming and it’s like nothing else matters more than the gentle movement against my lips or the small smile curved into them.

“Fuck,” I breathe, as we separate, and I’m watching his face for any signs of regret but there’s only what can be described as being conflicted. We’re bumped into by Ellie and Dina before either of us can say or do anything, the pair beaming at us. I’m suddenly not in Jesse’s arms but Ellie is dragging me away from him so he can talk to Dina, making my heart drop. I guess Jesse gets what he wants: Dina.

“You two are cute,” Ellie nudges me as we head to the bar to get more drinks pointing a finger in another direction before adding, “You know Tommy is going to be a lot stricter with Jesse now.”

“What?” I ask, following where she’s pointed to. Dad’s standing with Joel and Maria and he waves at me with that look on his face. He’s going to be up to something, that look only ever means bad news in the form of pranks and teasing. It has me groaning and laying my head on Ellie’s shoulder as she orders our drinks with a light laugh.

Tommy had me a year before the outbreak with some woman he doesn’t remember. I apparently just appeared on his doorstep with a shitty note but much to everyone who knew Tommy’s surprise he stepped up and raised me. We did lose each other five years after the outbreak when I was ten but Uncle Joel kept me safe and taught me how to survive in this crazy world. He didn’t want to bring me with him and Tess when having to smuggle Ellie but I snuck along and now I’ve very happy I did. If I hadn’t I wouldn’t have found Dad again or found a family in everyone here in Jackson.

Ellie’s pushing two glasses into my hands and I’m following her to the table Dina and Jesse have migrated to. I sit down between Jesse and Dina, Ellie having pulled her chair between the exes with a wink in my direction, while Dina takes what I’m guessing is her drink from my grasp with a soft smile. A surprisingly smooth hand lands on my thigh, thumb beginning to rub comforting circles there and I take a swig of my drink. Ah, rum and coke. Ellie knows me so well. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath, letting the sounds of everyone around me having fun and letting lose relax the tension in my shoulders before I’m opening my eyes again. There’s an anxious feeling in the back of my mind but I can’t grasp what it’s for or if it’s for anything as Jesse’s acting like we’re still best friends and the three of them aren’t acting any different.

“I’ve gotta get up early so I should be heading off,” Jesse breaks the story Dina and Ellie were telling us, having not actually heard any of it, “Let me walk you home?”

“S-sure.” I can’t help but blush at the look the girls give me as I chug the rest of my drink and climb to feet, saying our goodbyes to the two before I’m following Jesse out. It’s absolutely fucking freezing outside and my dumbass didn’t bring a jacket so I try to act casual as I wrap my arms around myself trying to conserve as much body heat as possible. Beside me Jesse just chuffs fondly and a warm jacket is being place over my shoulders. He doesn’t say anything when I glance at him but there’s a knowing smile in his plump lips as his hand seeks mine. I don’t know why my heart is racing when Jesse is always touching me but this… it feels different, like there’s been a barely noticeable shift.

“Y/N.” My name sounds like plea when we stop outside mine and he’s tugging me to face him. He’s wearing the same look as earlier before we… He’s ducking down. Sparks fly when his lips connect with mine. They’re warm and welcoming, parting slightly to test new ground and his tongue ghosts over the seam of my lips. My backs against my door and our bodies pressed together, breathing heavily as if this was the most natural thing in the world. It’s as if I can taste our shared breath, feel the thud of our combined heartbeats as we fumble to open the door, practically falling through it.

“Jesse,” I step away, body immediately yearning to have his firm one pressed against me again, “We can’t… I-“

He’s walking towards me and I’m walking backwards until my hips hit the table and he’s crowding me. There’s space between our bodies as one of his hands comes up to cup my cheek while the other rests on the table by my hip, “For someone so smart you really are dumb.” He chuckles lowly, resting his forehead against mine and letting his eyes slip shut as if he’s internally fighting something, “Dina was never the one for me. She…” He sighs, “She was a distraction from who I truly wanted.”

“W-who did you want?” My voice comes out shaky and barely above a whisper, flicking my eyes up to meet those bright ones as I want to hear him say it before I can believe it. He doesn’t say it but instead captures my lips into a softer kiss that has me pulling his body flush against mine, “I need you to say it.”

“You,” His strong hands grip under my thighs before I’m suddenly sat on the table with Jesse fitting perfectly between my legs, “It was always you.”

“I don’t want to rush this. I’m not-“

“We’ll take it as slow as you want. As much or as little as you want.” He promises and I’m wrapping my legs around his waist. He laughs sweetly before kissing me again. I never want to stop kissing him, still surprised by this turn of events, but I don’t… I don’t want more than to make out with him yet. I want this to be slow and not rushed like most people have done since it’s ‘the end of the world’. I want it to be special and I think Jesse gets that because he’s pulling away again, trailing sweet kisses down my neck.

“Jesse,” I love saying his name, especially the way he reacts to it, “You’ve got patrol.”

“Yeah,” he runs a hand through his hair, before rubbing the back of his neck and trying to step away but my legs are still tightly wrapped around his waist. I don’t want him to go, not yet anyway, “Should I stay?”

“Please.” I nod, feeling all shy and nervous as if this isn’t my best friend. Nothing’s going to change between us except the fact we can kiss each other whenever we like but it’s as if our friendship was destined to flow into a relationship it’s just we were too blind too see it.

Jesse pulls me from the table and to the bedroom, knowing exactly where everything is as he’s been around enough times. Some of his own things are around the house, along with Ellie and Dina’s things. My house is always the one we go to because it’s so cosy and everyone knows my doors always open for them. The three of them have a drawer in our room full of their clothes and they have spare backpack in my wardrobe just in case they crash here. It means I don’t even bat an eyelid when Jesse goes over to his drawer, pulling out a shirt but my breath does hitch a little when he hold it out for me. Such a small and simple act meaning so much to me and he knows it.

I turn away from him, quickly kicking off my jeans and boots, pulling my shirt over my head and sliding my bra off. His eyes are piercing through my back as he tries to keep his head turned away as I pull his shirt over my head but he obviously struggles with that. His shirt reaches just above my knees with how tall he is and it’s perfect, smelling heavenly and just like Jesse.

He doesn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around my waist and pull me flush against his chest as if we haven’t cuddled before. Jesse is always the one I go to if I have a nightmare, I don’t know how he does it but when those well defined arms wrap me up I feel as if nothing in the world could ever touch me. Maybe, I’ve liked Jesse back all this time but it’s been pushed away by my subconscious because he’s my best friend and Ellie was always able to rid me of the nightmares too. I never took the time to tell the difference between my bond with Jesse and with Ellie to tell that there was something more behind Jesse’s actions.

“I can hear you thinking,” delicate lips brush over the back of my neck, pulling me back to now where Jesse has wrapped his long frame around the back of mine in a spooning cuddle. It makes me wrap Jesse’s other hand that isn’t on my waist around me and I’m covering both his hands with mine knowing I’m safe and I can go to sleep without a worry in the world because Jesse’s there.

I’m woken by the body stirring behind me, a soft groan leaving his lips as he rolls onto his back and he’s mumbling a sleep filled, “Good morning baby.”

“GET THE FUCK UP! PATROL STARTS IN TEN!” Ellie’s yelling through the front door, banging her fists against the door to make sure we’re awake and Jesse’s jumping up. He has to talk to Maria before patrol so he knows what to tell his team, being one of the leaders. I just watch as he scrambles about for clothes as he slept in just his boxers. He’s dressed in minutes and I’m climbing out of bed, dressing myself as he runs to the living room and pulls on his boots. His eyes are wide and panicked as he hates to disappoint Maria and I think there’s an added fear now as Tommy and Maria saw us kissing last night which means they probably saw us leave together too.

“Get going, I’ll bring you pack of things, Maria’s waiting.” I squeeze his arm reassuringly and he nods, heading for the door. He hesitates then comes back, kissing me breathless before he’s swinging the door open and Ellie’s telling him to hurry up. I watch the pair disappear around the corner before going back to finish getting dressed and grabbing one of the spare packs from my wardrobe. It’s already filled with supplies like water and variations of dried foods so all I really have to add is a thermos of hot coffee with extra milk for Jesse and some perishables from my fridge that I know he’ll love.

The walk from mine to the gates, past the stables is refusing, the cold wind doing a really fucking good job at waking me up fully. Everyones there when I approach, Jesse giving his usual speech, “You all know the drill. Run your routes. Mark your log books. Clear any infected you see. You run into anything you can't handle, you come back. Be smart about it.” He catches my gaze as I make my way over, giving Ellie’s horse - Shimmer - a pat before handing Jesse his pack. He smiles sweetly at me as I take Indiana’s reins from Chase - the stable boy - so Jesse can mount. What I don’t expect is for Jesse to grab my face and press a kiss to my slightly parted lips before he gets on with grace and ease.

“Come back to me alive.” I squeeze his leg tightly before stepping back as the others gallop off to do their patrol rounds while Jesse lingers a moment longer, sending me a reassuring smile and a hope for more.

“I promise.”

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collark · 2 years

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wahoo! hello gorillaz fandom. i have finally reached my breaking point and decided to dedicate a blog to the unending unending thoughts i have about this silly little band! preepmtive thank you to @snobgoblin for letting me have my quick ramble about this in their askbox before i decided i needed to make a whole blog!

so. let’s talk about murdoc niccals.

one thing that’s always struck me as odd about murdoc, as someone whose family comes from stoke-on-trent, is how.. un-stokie he is. this is the place that defined his childhood after all, and considering just how distinct a potteries accent is, you’d think we’d see that at least a little in his portrayal.

now, obviously, the real life answer for this lies in his voice actor. phil cornwell is from leigh-on-sea, and with all the love and respect for his murdoc voice acting in the world, i am really quite happy not hearing someone from so far down south mimicking my accent.

but from a character perspective.. it opens up something really interesting. remember pirate radio? episode 2?

Oh, I went all Northern then. (bad Northern England accent) Oh, ‘ey, it's Murdoc from up North! Sounds funny, dun’t it? (laughs at himself, drops the accent)

murdoc’s accent slips, and he plays it off as a joke shortly afterward. he plays just for a moment at sounding northern. my proposal is this: murdoc has been intentionally masking his accent this entire time.

so why would he do this?

the first answer is the most immediately obvious. murdoc fucking hates the city he grew up in. of course he does! every single worst memory he’s had has been formed there. it’s the home of his drunkard father, it’s where he was bullied and abused. it makes sense that murdoc would want to distance himself from that as much as possible. and by teaching himself to speak in more southern, far less accented english, he severs his most obvious tie to the place without having to lift a finger.

the second is a little more complicated, if you’re not someone used to how classism works and is perpetuated in the uk. here, class status and accent are deeply, intrinsically linked. certain manners of speaking are incredibly localised to single towns and cities rather than states or counties. and thick accents, especially thick accents from areas in the north that face staggering rates of deprivation, are considered to be markers of the working class and unintelligent. i personally mask my own accent when interacting with people in professional settings due to a fear of not being taken seriously if i speak freely; i’ve seen reviews of stores in poorer cities complaining that employees there “make no effort to disguise their working class accents”.

and murdoc, well, he’s a man that wants- needs to be taken seriously. he would not be able to stand anybody being able to tell his background from the way he speaks. when you want to be someone with power and control you don’t want to open your mouth and have everybody know you grew up in one of the poorest places in the country. murdoc would absolutely loathe to appear anything but high-class. he knows full well that people would take him less seriously if he spoke the way he was raised to.

(there’s a really good poem on this problem by the way!)

and i think that the best example i can give of this actually is 2-d. in the early phases especially, 2-d having a typically working class accent is exaggerated for laughs, used to make him seem stupider in the eyes of their audience. 2-d and his unapologetic, unashamed use of his accent (which by the way is closer to a mockney accent than one from sussex, but i digress) perfectly embodies everything that murdoc would want to avoid about his own.

so it seems reasonable all in all to believe that the reason murdoc, despite coming from an area with an obvious and distinctive dialect, doesn’t use it.. is because he’s trained himself out of speaking that way.

i think in general with the gorillaz fandom there tends to be a lot of untapped potential when it comes to thinking about murdoc’s character in regards to his origin. and i can’t fault the fandom on that! a lot of gorillaz fans are american and probably only know stoke on trent exists because of murdoc. so if you’ve read this far (thank you! :D) let me provide you with a couple of fun ideas!!

accent/dialect slipping. maybe when he’s drunk and emotional (like pirate radio), or maybe just in moments where he has his guard down. noodle coming to sit with him and he greets her with “ayup, duck?” and refuses to ever acknowledge it left his mouth

having a habit of checking the trade marks on the bottoms of his ceramics, refusing to buy anything he doesn’t know is good bloody pottery.

oatcakes as a comfort food <3 this one is definitely just me projecting btw

i dunno! i just feel like with 2-d and murdoc especially their hometowns are treated as.. where they were born, and that’s that. i think it’s interesting to think about how these places would’ve actually shaped them, yaknow?

anyway this hereby concludes my essay on murdoc niccals, classism and how i excuse phil being southern <3

#murdoc niccals #stuart pot #2-d #2-d gorillaz #2d gorillaz #murdoc gorillaz #meta #i guess?#headcanons #gorillaz #synthspeak

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