a safe haven | three

Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader

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summary: You and Joel get to know each other better and the two of you share a private moment out behind the barn under the stars; an unexpected guest shows up to the party; Tommy gives Joel a second and final warning about you.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. (TW) MENTIONS AND IMPLICATIONS OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE/ABUSE. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS. alcohol consumption, mutual pining and yearning, Joel sings to reader a bit (that is its own warning), soft Joel, overprotective Joel, and a slight hint of jealous Joel. Tommy seems like kind of an asshole but he’s just trying to look out for his brother, okay?

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About an hour later, after tossing back about three or four bottles of Seth’s crappy beer, you’d started feeling a lot livelier and a lot more like yourself. It was a glass of his delicious, oak-barrel aged whiskey that you had wanted more than anything, but with Esther over at the bar openly flirting up a storm with Joel Miller, you pushed down the desire for scotch and settled for the bitter lager instead.

It tasted awful, but it did the job well enough. The best part was that the bottles of beer were all readily available in coolers all around the barn, and you didn’t need to go up to the bar to get one. 

The last thing you’d wanted was to find out what was going on between Esther and Joel.

“And the next thing you know, poor John is being chased all around the chicken coop by a bunch of broody hens!” Martha finishes her story, throwing her hands up in the air. “God, I wish I would’ve had a camcorder in hand. It was the funniest thing I ever did see in almost two damn decades.”

Everyone sitting around the table bursts into a fit of loud, hearty laughter.

“Oh okay, so then that would probably explain why there weren’t many eggs in stock at the market the other morning,” you tease, only fueling the commotion.

John glares at you, and you shrug innocently, fighting back another laugh. Six foot two with big, broad shoulders and arms, you found it both very difficult and very amusing to picture the bulky blond man being chased around by a flock of pissed off chickens.

“I’d really like to see any of you guys try and take a broody hen’s eggs away from her with ease!” John huffs out before taking a gulp of his beer. He’s red in the face, and it’s hard to tell if it’s from the alcohol or the embarrassment. “Assholes.”

Martha leans over, whispering, “See? I told you it would make him mad.”

You giggle, lightly shaking your head at her. “Talk about ruffling some feathers, huh?”

She snorts into her plate of potatoes, jabbing her elbow into your side. “Let’s stop before he really gets all riled up, or else we’re going to get an earful.”

“Oh come on, John. Lighten up,” you grin over at him from across the table. “I know what’ll make you feel better. You guys want to hear a really, and I mean really embarrassing story?” You pause for a second or two, just long enough for everyone to nod eagerly. “Let me tell you about what Stella did to me the other day in her stall when I tried to take her temperature, it was absolutely awful. Okay, so there I am about to—”

“Sorry to interrupt you folks, but do you all mind if we steal this sweet little lady here for just a minute or two?” The sound of Tommy Miller’s smooth, deep voice causes you to stop abruptly mid-sentence. You glance over your shoulder only to see him approaching the table. He’s closely followed by Maria, who had traded her usual patrol duty attire for a light blue denim dress that sat off of her shoulders, the flowing skirt falling just above knees. Her white cowboy hat matches her husband’s.

“Aw c’mon, Miller! She was just about to tell us a story!” Peter, Martha’s husband, exclaims as he drapes his arm around his wife’s shoulders

Tommy chuckles, shaking his head. “I promise we won’t keep her too long, alright?”

You immediately notice that he’s holding a drink in each hand, each glass filled almost to the rim with a bold, rich amber liquor over ice. The only reason that you’d immediately known one of the two drinks was meant for you was because Maria had just discovered that she was pregnant. It was still a secret that very few people knew about, but the minute she confirmed it with a pregnancy test earlier that month, she’d come running to your door to tell you. It’s the reason she’s been avoiding booze all evening—she’s been sipping on lemonade all night instead. 

“Excuse me,” you nod politely to the group of friends you’d been sitting with and stand up from the table. You follow Tommy and Maria over to a far corner of the barn where the three of you could talk somewhat privately. Accepting the glass from Tommy, you offer him a grateful smile, pleased that you’d gotten the drink you had wanted after all. “Thank you.”

“‘Course.” He nods and tips the brim of his cowboy hat to you in his typical, gentleman-like manner. He’d never lost an ounce of those Texas manners.

Maria loops her arm through his. “Well, it looks like tonight was a real success,” she states as she glances around the room, her pride written clearly across her face. “Wouldn’t you say so?”

“Absolutely,” you agree, enthusiastically. You smile again and lift your glass to the couple as you toast, “Another year and another success. Here’s to many, many more to come.”

“Cheers to that, little lady,” Tommy grins and lifts up his glass, clinking the rim of it to yours before taking a generous drink, nearly draining it in one single gulp. “Thanks for stoppin’ by earlier and helpin’ set the place up, by the way. We really appreciate it.”

You wave your free hand at him. “Oh, no need to thank me at all. You already know that I was more than happy to help out,” you tell him as you take a careful sip of whiskey. The hard liquor burns its way down your throat in the sweetest way. Taking another sip, you turn to look at Maria, unable to help yourself from admiring her gorgeous, natural glow. “How are you feeling?”

“Not too bad,” Maria replies with a smile, placing her free hand over her flat stomach. At only a few weeks along, she still had quite a long way to go before she began to show. “Just a little bit of morning sickness here and there, but so far, so good.” She pauses and leans her body into Tommy’s side. “I never thought I’d be having a baby in my forties,” she muses with a laugh. “I thought that train had left the station a long time ago. But I guess life had something else planned for me.”

“For us,” Tommy corrects, playfully nudging her.

“For us,” Maria echoes, giving him a loving kiss on his cheek. “Luke calls it a geriatric pregnancy. He told me I’m automatically considered high risk, due to my age and all. But we’re hoping it’ll go smoothly.”

You detect the genuine concern behind her optimistic smile and reach out, gently touching her arm. “I’m sure it will all turn out fine. You just have to make sure that you’re taking good care of yourself and getting plenty of rest.” You point a finger at her, wagging it back and forth. “So, that means no more patrol duties for you, Mrs. Miller.”

“Oh I know,” she laughs again. “I’m on light work duties starting next week and in a few months, it’ll be strict bed rest for me. At least, that’s what Luke recommended, but I’m hoping to stay on my feet for a little bit longer than that.” She tilts her head curiously to the side as she looks at you. “Speaking of Luke, is he around? We haven’t seen him at all tonight.”

Throat bobbing, you grip your glass tightly in your hand. The corners of your mouth threaten to turn downward, but you manage to hold your smile well enough.

At this point, you had pretty much lost track of the number times you’d been asked about Luke.

Where is he? Why isn’t he here with you? Do you think there’s a chance he’ll show up tonight? Can’t you go home and convince him to join us? 

You just about loathed the way he was considered to be a hero in Jackson. The way that every single person in the community adored the man to pieces made you sick to your stomach—Luke was anything but a hero, but nobody knew that. Not a single soul knew the real him, the monster that emerged behind closed doors, the terrible things he did when no one was around.

There had been an occasion or two where you had considered going to Tommy and Maria about it, to tell them all about the horrors that went on within the walls of your home. But even when they’d point out a bruise on your arm or a scrape on your cheek, you would lose the courage and chalk it up to a clumsy accident or injuries sustained while on the job—hell, just a few months ago, you’d blamed an injured shoulder on Ranger, telling Tommy that his beloved stallion had accidentally kicked you during one of your routine examinations. You wanted nothing more than to tell him that it hadn’t been his horse who put you in a sling for three weeks, it had been Luke. But how the hell could you do that?

Luke is the commune’s physician. The commune’s only physician. 

Besides the two older nurses who worked in the clinic along with him, he was the only medically trained professional who knew how to treat severe injuries, perform minor surgeries, and diagnose illnesses—as much as you hated to admit it, Jackson needed him. If you told Tommy and Maria about everything that he’d done to you over the last two years, then you’d risk getting Luke locked up in the town jail, or possibly even thrown out and exiled from the settlement. What would that mean for the people in the community who fell ill or became injured and needed a doctor?

Maybe he wasn’t a hero to you, but to everybody else, he was. People could die without him and his medical knowledge. Hell, Maria would need Luke now more than ever now that she was pregnant.

For as much as you wanted to tell them the truth about him, you just couldn’t find the guts to do it, not when the decision would impact every single person in Jackson.It would be too selfish.

So, you kept quiet and continued to let it happen because what else could you do? 

Nothing. 

There wasn’t a goddamn thing you could do about it.

Tommy says your name, snapping you back out of your thoughts. “Hey, you alright?” he asks you as he gingerly touches your shoulder. “You zoned out on us for a minute there.”

You blink. “Yeah sorry, I’m alright. Um, Luke decided to stay at home and get some rest,” you reply as you shift awkwardly from boot to boot, feeling a sudden heat flood your face. “He’s been working a lot of hours at the clinic and making house calls as well, so he’s just been really tired, you know?”

“Oh, well that’s too bad,” Maria frowns. “Tommy and I were hoping we could say this to the both of you together, but I suppose you’ll have to give him the message on our behalf when you get home to him later tonight.”

You shoot her a puzzled look. “What is it?”

“We know we don’t say this as often as we should, but you and Luke do so much for us. So much for Jackson,” Tommy says, sincere gratitude dripping from his tone. “We’re damn lucky to have the two of you here. Me and Maria, and everyone in this community, we’re all deeply indebted to both of you for all you do.”

You stare at him. “Everyone here works very hard, Tommy—”

“Now, I ain’t saying they don’t,” he interrupts you by holding up his hand. “But let’s be honest here. Luke, he takes good care of all of our people, you take good care of all of our horses—people and horses, that’s what keeps this place runnin’ like a well oiled machine and you know it just as well as we do. Without the both of you lookin’ after our two most important resources, I ain’t all too sure where the hell this place would be.”

Maria nods in agreement with her husband and squeezes his arm. “Oh, don’t be so modest,” she remarks upon seeing the bewildered expression on your face. “He’s right. And we need you to know how much we appreciate everything the two of you do for this community.”

Tommy grins, raising his glass in a toast. “To you and Luke.”

Stomach churning, you flash them your very best smile and lift your own glass, clinking it against his and then to Maria’s bottle of lemonade. “Well, I will certainly give him the kind message when I get home tonight. Thank you.” You take a quick sip of your drink, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. The room feels hot, like it had been lit on fire and you were standing too close to the flames. “It’s starting to feel a bit warm in here. I’m going to go outside for a minute to get some fresh air. Excuse me.”

Before either of them can utter another word, you spin around on your heel and hastily make your way across the barn towards the exit, being careful not to bump into the dancing couples on the dance floor along the way. Even as you hurried out, you’d caught sight of Ellie sitting with Dina at one of the tables, digging into her plate full of barbecue. Dina had leaned over and whispered something into Ellie’s ear and Ellie let out a loud, obnoxious cackle through a mouthful of food.

Despite the circumstances, you can’t help but smile—an actual, genuine smile this time around.

At least Ellie seemed to be having a good time.

That’s more than enough for you.

Joel glimpses over Esther’s shoulder. 

His eyebrows pull together in a mixture of confusion and concern as he watches you practically run out of the barn alone with a drink clutched in your hand and a strange expression on your face—you appear to be upset over something.

The blonde in front of him had been going on and on about where she was from, although he hadn’t quite been listening to her the entire time she had been talking—or at all. 

Had Esther said Vermont? Or maybe it had been Virginia?

Joel wasn’t all too sure, but he didn’t care enough to ask her to clarify. Besides, his thoughts were far too busy preoccupied with someone else. Someone he needed to make sure was alright.

“Listen Esther, s’been real nice talkin’ to you,” he states as he offers the woman the most polite smile he can possibly muster up for her. He tries to ignore the awkward way she’d pouted her lips at him, a sad, disappointed look flashing in her eyes. “But I’ve gotta go and take care of somethin’ for a minute. Will you excuse me?”

He doesn’t even give Esther the chance to respond. Setting his drink down on the counter, he gives her a quick nod goodbye and steps around her. He starts towards the barn’s exit, but before leaving, he tosses a quick glance in Ellie’s direction just to make sure she’s still doing okay without him. He had been keeping a close and watchful eye on her from the bar the entire time. After a while, it soon became apparent to Joel that Ellie had been doing just fine. She’s scarfing down another heaping helping of bison and potatoes, grinning from ear to ear as she talks with Dina, who seems to be enjoying her company despite her poor table manners.

Joel steps outside into the night and he takes a look around, searching for you among the small, scattered groups of people who stood mingling with one another. Gossiping women, drunk and rowdy patrolmen, children running around—he jumps slightly as a giggling little redheaded girl who can’t be older than five circles around his legs with a curly haired boy who is about the same age chasing after her. He lightly shoos them away from him and they take off running in another direction.

He scans his surroundings once more.

You’re nowhere to be found.

Humming, Joel glances down.

He notices a long trail of footprints left behind by what had to be a pair of cowboy boots, similar to the ones you’d been wearing. The strange way in which they veered off in a random direction away from the rest of the crowd tips him off almost a bit too easily—he knows they belong to you. Without giving it a second thought, he starts to follow your tracks and they lead him all the way around to the back of the barn.

That’s where Joel finds you, leaning against the wooden paddock fence. You’re back is to him, your head tilted upwards. Your gaze seems to be lost somewhere up in the velvet, purple night sky and you’re swaying along to the pretty country melody that, even outside, can still be heard coming from inside the barn.

Turn around, a sound voice in the back of his mind tries to reason with him. Go go back inside.

He ignores it, his legs moving forward, eager to close the distance between the two of you.

The sound of his heavy boots crunching on the rocks in the dirt as he draws closer to you causes you to jump. Whirling around, you gasp and your free hand flies to your chest.

“M’sorry,” Joel quickly apologizes, holding up both his hands to show you he’s not a threat. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Joel?” You’re surprised to see him.  “What are you doing out here?”

The area out behind the barn is just as dark as it is secluded, however, the moon is full, big, and bright, its silvery glow illuminating each and every single one of your features in such a beautiful way that it makes his throat go dry, just like it had earlier that evening when he’d first seen you in that dress.

“Well ain’t that funny. I was actually just ‘bout to ask you the same exact question, darlin’.” He falls into step beside you, leaning back against the fence. “What are you doin’ out here all by your lonesome?”

“Oh, I just needed some fresh air, that’s all,” you reply with a small, light shrug of your shoulders. You turn back around, leaning your forearms on top of the wooden fence, both hands wrapped firmly around your glass of whiskey. You’re standing so close to Joel that your shoulder touches his, though neither of you make a move to put space in between your bodies. “What’s your excuse?”

“Needed a breather from Esther,” he confesses. 

It was partially the truth. 

He couldn’t tell you he’d really come outside to check on you.

“What do you mean? Didn’t you like her?”

“Don’t get me wrong, she’s nice and all,” Joel says, letting out a chuckle. He shakes his head. “She just ain’t the kind of company I’m lookin’ for tonight, y’know?” He pauses for just a brief second and crosses his arms over his chest, his sudden change in position causing his shoulder to press even closer against your own. “Tommy mentioned her to me when we were havin’ lunch together yesterday. Said he’d be willin’ to set us up, but I didn’t think his dumbass would actually follow through with it.”

Confused, you shoot him a strange look.

“I’d told him I wasn’t interested in meetin’ her, but Tommy’s always had a real habit of not listenin’ to me,” he remarks, shaking his head once again.

The question falls from your lips before you can even think about trying to stop it. “Why aren’t you interested in her?” you blurt. Awkwardly, you clear your throat and add in a nonchalant tone, “Esther’s gorgeous, Joel. Most guys around here would jump at the chance to be with her.”

“S’like I told you. She just ain’t the kind of company I’m lookin’ for tonight.”

“So then, what kind of company are you looking for?”

Joel hesitates, then answers honestly. “Yours.”

“Oh,” you breathe out, your heart skipping a nervous beat.

He tests the waters. “That alright to say?”

“Mhm,” is all you’re able to utter.

Fighting to take a steady, even breath, you clutch at your glass even harder. 

“Y’know, when I was on my way out here, I saw Ellie and Dina still sittin’ together,” Joel finally says after a minute or two, breaking the silence. “She honestly seems to be havin’ a real good time with her.” He nudges your shoulder with his own, a hint of amusement in his voice as he turns to you and asks, “Now tell me why I’ve got this strange little feelin’ that you had somethin’ to do with that?”

Your immediate expression of guilt prompts his grin. 

You’d been caught red handed.

“Okay, so I may or may not have talked to Dina earlier today while we were setting up the barn for the party. I asked if she could do me a favor and at least try and talk to Ellie tonight,” you admit, sheepishly. “I told her about how much Ellie reminds me of her, and how I thought they would get along.” You feel his dark eyes fix themselves intently on you and the heat creeps to your cheeks as you continue to explain yourself to him. It’s only just now occurred to you that perhaps you should have ran the idea by Joel—he’s her guardian and the last thing you want to do is cross his boundaries. “It took a little convincing, but she agreed. Dina can still be quite shy sometimes, but she’s a really good girl, Joel. I promise.”

Joel raises an eyebrow at you, letting his arms fall down to his sides. “Really? You did that?”

“Yeah. I did.” Anxiously, you take a long sip of liquor before adding, “I hope that’s okay.”

“‘Course it is, darlin’. I really appreciate you doin’ that for Ellie.” Joel’s gaze softens and meets yours with genuine sincerity. “I appreciate everythin’ that you’ve done for her. It means a lot to me. More than I can probably even explain.”

“I can tell how important she is to you.”

Joel nods. “Ellie’s the most important thing in the world to me.” He stops, exhaling a long, heavy sigh. “She’s been through a whole lot—a hell of a lot more than anyone her age should have to go through.” Once again, he pauses momentarily, trying to keep his emotions in check. He swallows harshly and subconsciously leans closer towards you without realizing it. “Ellie, she ain’t my blood, but she’s my daughter. For a long time, I thought I couldn’t take care of her. I thought that I didn’t have what it takes to protect her.”

“And what about now?”

“Now that we’re here, I feel real different ‘bout it all. I finally feel like I can keep Ellie safe, y’know? Give her the life she deserves,” Joel states, sounding a bit relieved, almost like he’s only just now made the realization that things are different now—it’s not like it was while they’d been out on the road. Each day isn’t a fight for survival, a game of trying to stay alive long enough just to see the next. Sleeping in the dirt, watching her go hungry, seeing her have to wear the same dirty clothes for weeks at a time, those were all now things of the past.

Pulling yourself back from the fence, you glance up at him with a curious expression. 

“Ellie hasn’t told me all that much about what she’s gone through—about what either of you have gone through.” You catch sight of the worry that flashes in his eyes and reassure him, “And I don’t plan on asking because it isn’t any of my business. But in the short time I’ve gotten to know Ellie, I’ve already seen it in her eyes, Joel. It’s all there.”

“What’s there?”

“Every bad thing that’s ever happened to her.”

Joel hangs his head. “Jesus.”

And just like that, he somehow feels like a fucking failure all over again.

“I know that you’re worried about her, Joel. I don’t blame you, but you’re doing all that you can do,” you remind him, the kindness in your voice bringing him the warmth and comfort he’s been needing for far too long. “You’re here in the community now and she’s safe. That’s what matters—all the rest is going to fall right into place soon enough. Just give her a bit of time and don’t put so much pressure on yourself.”

Joel sighs. “I just want what’s best for her, y’know? Just like any normal parent would want for their kid.”

“And you are doing the best that you can, just like any normal parent would.” You reach out, gently placing your hand on his bare forearm, your thumb brushing his warm skin. Your mere touch sends a tingle up his spine, and he can’t help but wonder if the connection had done the same for you. “It’s easy to see how much you care about her. How much you love her.”

“I do love her,” he murmurs. It feels odd, almost foreign for him to say it out loud. Of course he loves Ellie, and although he’s fairly certain she knew that and she loved him too, those three specific words had never been exchanged between them, and he had a hunch they never would be. “All I want is to do right by her. After everythin’ she’s been through—I just want her to finally be happy.”

“That says a lot about the kind of man you are.”

Biting back a scoff, Joel shakes his head. He doesn’t want you thinking he’s a good person—you’d be horrified if you knew about all the blood that stained his hands, about all of the things he’d done in the last two decades to survive. He’d stolen, he’d destroyed, he’d murdered. He’d lied.

He was not a good man. 

Your hand drops away from his arm, a lot sooner than either of you would have liked.

“So, what’s your story?” he asks, deciding to switch the focus of the conversation onto you. “How’d you end up in good ol’ Jackson, Wyoming?” 

“You take another sip of your drink, which is now completely watered down by the melted ice in your glass. “Well, like I told you, I grew up in New Mexico on a horse ranch. It was me, my parents, and my little brother,” you start to explain. “After the outbreak happened, me and my family ended up in the Albuquerque QZ. We were there for quite some time, until there was a breach at one of the gates and the zone was overrun with infected.” You pause briefly as the memories of that night come flooding back. By now, you’ve repressed them enough that they don’t bring you to your knees the way they used to when you had been younger. “Me and my dad made it out alive, but my mom and my brother didn’t.”

Joel frowns. “Shit. M’real sorry, darlin’. I shouldn’t have asked—”

“It’s okay,” you assure him with a tiny nod. “After me and my dad made it out of the zone, we found this group of people who were heading east, trying to get to Boston. It wasn’t long before everyone started to get picked off one by one—by infected, raiders, and even slavers. Somehow, me and my dad survived all that, but we found ourselves alone again. We were starving, had no shelter, and winter was just around the corner. We honestly didn’t know what we were going to do, and even though neither of us ever said it to each other, we were both so sure we were going to die. But then Tommy and his patrol group came across us one night. Once we proved that neither of us were infected, he brought us in.”

“You’ve been through a lot,” Joel states. He never would have even guessed.

You just seemed so well put together.

“Haven’t we all?” You let out a humorless laugh.

A silence falls like a curtain over both of you, but it’s comfortable.

Tranquil. 

Although it had been a warmer night, it was now much later into the evening, and a chilly breeze whips its way through the settlement, whisking its cool and crisp fingers through your hair. It causes the white daisy you’d been wearing to fall, and the flower flutters to the ground, landing right in between Joel’s boots. Without giving it a second thought, he reaches down and picks it up, being careful as he gingerly dusts the dirt off of the delicate petals. He turns to you, tucking the flower back behind your ear. As his hand falls away from you, his index finger accidentally grazes the soft skin of your cheek, and every part of him floods with the burning desire to feel more of you.

“M’sorry ‘bout that,” he mumbles sheepishly.

“It’s quite alright,” you say—and you mean it. You can’t even remember the last time someone’s touch set you on fire like this. You’d been feeling cold and empty and numb for so long, and while all of the things that Joel’s making you feel had become almost foreign to you, they’re starting to reignite that spark of life inside of you that you thought you’d lost a long time ago.

From the inside of the barn, you and Joel hear the band begin to play their cover of Can’t Help Falling in Love. 

“Elvis, huh?” Joel muses with a hum. He sounds impressed.

You’re not sure if all the alcohol you’d been consuming throughout the evening has only now just decided to kick into full gear in your system or whether you really do just lack any kind of common sense, but you find yourself looking up at him shyly through your eyelashes. “How about another dance?”

His lips part slightly in surprise. “To this song?”

Every inch of your skin burns hot with embarrassment and your fingers curl tighter around your glass. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. It’s just that I really love to dance,” you sputter out nervously, wishing you had kept your mouth shut. You only dig yourself further into the hole as you continue to ramble. “Luke doesn’t like to dance. He never wants to dance with me—”

That’s all Joel had needed to hear.

He reaches for your glass, prying it out of your grasp. He sets it down on top of the fence and holds his hand out to you. “I’ll dance with you, darlin’.”

Looking up at him in surprise, you accept and place your hand in his. His other hand finds your waist and the two of you begin swaying along to the music—a smile that could light up the entire town breaks out across your face. 

Joel didn’t know Luke, but he couldn’t fathom how the man you were married to wouldn’t do just about anything to see that smile.

“Wait, I thought you couldn’t dance,” you tease, noticing that he’s leading you.

Flashing you a cocky grin, he shrugs. “Guess the kid was right. I ain’t so bad for fifty six with creakin’ knees.”

Remembering Ellie’s words from earlier, you throw your head back and laugh.

His stomach turns, twisting in a tangle of desire and nerves.

You’re married.

But that does nothing to stop the want, the need. 

For either of you.

Being in his arms, it’s wrong.

It’s more than an innocent dance—it’s the beginning of something that’s bound to lead to nothing but trouble and you both know it.

Joel continues to lead you and begins singing along to the familiar lyrics, quietly, but just loud enough for you to hear the sultry richness of his voice. “Like a river flows, surely to the sea,” he sings, subconsciously giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “Darlin’ so it goes, some things are meant to be.”

Impressed, you raise an eyebrow at him. “You’ve got a nice voice, Joel.”

“Y’think so?”

You nod. “I do. What, were you a singer in your first life or something?”

“Close.”

“Really? What did you do?”

“I was a contractor,” Joel replies, grinning as he elicits another sweet laugh from you. “Owned my own construction business with Tommy. I did enjoy singin’ though—and playin’ the guitar too. But it was a hobby more than anythin’ since I don’t think music would’ve paid the bills.”

You smile up at him. “Oh, well now you’re going to have to play the guitar for me sometime. Maybe even treat me to a whole song?”

“I still owe Ellie a song,” he remembers, shaking his head. “But I don’t have a guitar, so it gets me out of it.”

“Well then, we’re going to have to find you one and when we do, you’ll have to play something for us,” you tell him. “Deal?”

“Deal.” Joel agrees without thinking. He starts singing along to the lyrics again. “Take my hand, take my whole life too—” 

“But I can’t help falling in love with you.” You try not to laugh again at the shock on his face as you finished the lyric for him.

“Hey now, you’ve got a real nice voice yourself, darlin’.”

Darlin’. 

You shouldn’t let him call you that.

Out of respect for your husband, you should tell him it’s not okay. None of this is okay.

But it is okay. 

“Oh, now you’re just trying to flatter me, Miller,” you accuse him, playfully. 

The song ends and neither of you make a move to let go of one another.

Joel’s eyes fall to your pretty, plush lips and it takes every ounce of strength he has inside of him not to lean down and press his own lips against them.

Finally, he forces himself to let you go and takes a step backward, clearing his throat. “I should, uh—I should go and find Ellie so I can get her home. S’gettin’ kinda late.”

You nod, your heart slamming painfully against your sternum. “Of course,” you say, slightly breathless. “I’ll come along with you so I can say goodnight to her.”

As the two of you make your way around the barn and back towards the entrance, Joel sees a tall, slender man with short dark hair approaching. He’d called out your name and something inside Joel’s mind just clicks together—he knows exactly who the man is before you’ve even had a chance to open your mouth and say his name.

“Luke?” Stopping abruptly in your tracks, you stiffen and squeak out his name. “What—what are you doing here?”

“There you are, honey.” He comes up to you and immediately takes your arm, pulling you from Joel’s side and over to his. “Tommy told me you might be out here. I was just coming to look for you.”

It takes thirty seconds for Joel to size him up. Luke’s younger than himself, definitely closer in age to Tommy—somewhere around his mid to late forties. He’s a lot more clean cut than most of the other rugged men in the commune with his short, neatly kept dark hair and a clean shaven face. Though he’s on the thinner side, he’s in decent shape, but Joel’s wider, broader and far, far more intimidating.

“What are you doing here?” you ask again.

“Now, is that really how a loving wife should greet her husband?” Luke laughs, pulling you even closer into his side. 

Joel isn’t all too fond of the way he’s holding you. 

He’s rough, harsh.

“I decided to come and check it out. See what all the fuss is about,” Luke says. He glances at Joel, his green eyes giving him a once over—sizing him up, just like Joel had done to him. “Don’t be rude, honey. Aren’t you going to introduce me to your new friend here?”

You speak softly, almost too softly.

“Luke, this is Joel Miller.”

“Ah. You’re Tommy’s brother, right?”

Joel tries not to sound too curt, but fails. “That’s right.”

“Joel, this is Luke.” You can’t even look him in the eye as you introduce your spouse. “He’s my husband.”

Luke extends a courteous hand. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Joel.” His other hand finds and takes yours. “I do hope that my wife here hasn’t been bothering you tonight. She can be quite the little chatterbox. Makes me wish she came with a mute button sometimes.”

Joel’s dark eyes briefly flit to Luke’s hand holding yours, taking note of the way he’s gripping it so tightly that his knuckles had gone white. Between that and the comment he’d just made about you, Joel had every fucking desire to connect his fist to the side of Luke’s face.

“Luke, please,” you whisper, throwing him a tiny glare. 

“Oh come on now, honey. Where did your sense of humor go? You know I’m only joking,” Luke states, squeezing your hand a little harder, causing you to squirm.

Something tells Joel he’s not kidding around.

He’d meant what he had said.

“She hasn’t been a bother at all,” Joel speaks in your defense. “Actually, I came out here to talk to her and to thank her for bein’ so kind to my kid, Ellie. Your wife here, she’s been nothin’ but good to her since we arrived.”

“Well, as long as she wasn’t being a bother.” Luke glances down at you. “If you’ll excuse us, there’s a few people that I still need to see and say hello to inside. Come along, honey.” He glances at Joel, a strange glint in his eye as he tells him, “Welcome to Jackson, Joel.”

His jaw clenches as he watches him drag you into the barn.

Nothing about Luke sat right with him.

The way he’d spoken to you, touched you, treated you.

And then there was you.

The light had instantly left your eyes the second he’d come around. 

Something wasn’t right.

A rough hand on his shoulder startles him out of his thoughts.

“Really, Joel? Really? Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Tommy hisses, yanking him over to the side of the barn where nobody would overhear him. “What the fuck did I tell you yesterday in the mess hall?”

“The hell are you fuckin’ talkin’ ‘bout?”

His brother glares at him. “I know that you ain’t as fuckin’ dumb as you look, Joel. What the fuck were you doin’ out here alone with her? Huh?”

Joel purses his lips together tightly in silence.

What had he seen?

Having read his mind, Tommy shoves his shoulder. “You were dancin’ with her you fuckin’ asshole? Did you fuckin’ forget that she’s a married woman?”

Joel rolls his eyes at him and aggressively shoves his hand off of his shoulder. “We were just dancin’ together, alright? Ain’t like we were makin’ out, Tommy. Can you fuckin’ relax?”

“I don’t give a fuck, Joel! If I saw any man that wasn’t me dancin’ with Maria like that, I’d be fuckin’ pissed. I’d kick his fuckin’ ass,” he spits. “Her husband just showed up to the goddamn party. You’re fuckin’ lucky that it was me who saw you out there with her and not him. What if he’d seen you two? Then what?”

“Christ, Tommy. Relax,” Joel tries again to calm him. “It was just a dance, alright? It was nothin’ more than that. Okay?”

“You listen to me and you listen to me good, ‘cause I ain’t fuckin’ gonna say it again, big brother. Don’t go gettin’ any ideas ‘bout her. I don’t need you to go around stirrin’ up any kind of trouble,” Tommy says, his voice firm. “We can’t have that kinda shit here. Maria won’t tolerate it, and y’know what, I won’t either. Don’t fuckin’ cause problems. Got it?”

“Didn’t plan on it,” Joel mutters, bitterly.

Tommy narrows his eyes at him.

“Just fuckin’ watch yourself, Joel,” he warns. “I fuckin’ mean it.”

For your Kinktober, may I please request Billy fucking his ex-girlfriend? They see each other again somewhere (maybe a party with mutual friends). Clothed sex, some dry humping if possible, Billy being possessive. You can make this dark if you want. Thank you, ily ♡

HELAELAEMOND'S KINKTOBER

Pairing:  Billy Washington x ex girlfriend!reader

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: it's the first time you've seen Billy since you've been back in the UK. It's an old friend's engagement party, and the love of your life - the one you lost - is there.

Part of It's All For You Billy!verse - reader and Billy were childhood friends, and on the cusp of adulthood, they took their friendship to a deep and meaningful love. However, as the years went by, reader tried harder and harder to build a better life despite life pushing back, whilst Billy let it overwhelm him. Despite their good relationship, reader wanted more from life than what he could offer, and she took a job overseas that he couldn't follow her to. In the years apart, he found Becky, and things got worse. Much worse. Cransted happened two years ago now, and reader is back in London, ready to continue her better life.

Dry humping, breast worship/nipple play, praise, penetrative sex

Content warning(s): infidelity, rough sex, choking, spitting, dubcon elements, angst

KINK CATEGORIES: Infidelity, clothed sex, possessiveness

Rating: E

Masterlist

"Hey, here she is!"

You laugh in delight as the front door is opened by your old friend Tommy, and he throws his arms around you. "Alright, mate?"

"God, you're a sight for sore eyes! Come on in! Party's started!"

You remember this house. It's where your afterprom happened, ten years ago now. In the front room is where Billy kissed you for the first time. Tommy used to live here with his parents, but they sold it to him a few years ago for a steal, and so it's here that his engagement party is happening. How so much can change. How so much stays the same.

His girlfriend - no, fiancée - is one of your old friends, too, and Sofia greets you. She remarks on how much the Balearics have agreed with you and you laugh at the praise. You hand her the bottle of prosecco you've come armed with and she thanks you cheerful. Together, you go to the kitchen and begin pouring it into plastic flutes. She tasks you with passing them round the guests, many of whom you know from back in the day, and you do it happily.

It's been years since you've seen most of them, but here in this house, in this time of joy, it feels like no time has passed at all. All the faces blur into one after a while. It's nice, but it's also a little overwhelming. Thankfully, most people are gathered in the kitchen and garden, and you slip into the front room for a moment of solitude. Without looking, you close the door and press your forehead against it to take in a deep breath.

"Oh. Um. Hi."

You freeze.

It's him.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Swallowing, you turn around and plaster a stiff smile on your face. "Billy! Hi!"

There's a can of Stella in his hands and he's doing his best to appear relaxed on the sofa, but the way that he taps the top of it gives him away. "How's it going?"

You could die right there, you really could. After everything, he's asking... how it's going? "It's good, it's good!" The sweetness in your voice is sticky. "Just got back, so it's kind of crazy, moving into a new place, you know, but it's exciting!"

"Hmm." He lifts his eyebrows as he nods slightly. "Yeah, heard you were back. Mum told me you stopped by hers looking for me."

You grit your teeth. Hopefully, your smile doesn't turn to a grimace. "I didn't know where else to look. And as you blocked me on everything, there wasn't much else I could do."

"You didn't have to look for me."

"I can go, if my presence is really bothering you." This is not the Billy that you missed - bitter, miserable. This is the one you tried to stop him from becoming. Maybe the old Billy is in there somewhere, but...

"Wait!" Your hand is on the doorknob when he stands up suddenly. "No, don't. I'm sorry. I just... it's a bit much."

"I didn't know you were in here, I swear," you reply softly. "I just needed a moment to myself."

He nods in understanding. "Sit with me. I won't be a dick, I promise."

"Don't make a promise you can't keep." But your words are kinder now, the grimace gone. You sit down on the sofa together, and he offers you his can. You take a grateful sip from it. It's bitter. You haven't had a Stella since you left him. God, the taste makes a whole world rush back. The tears in your eyes are sudden and stinging; you blink them away as best you can.

"I regretted it for a long time, you know?"

"What did you regret, Billy?"

His head is against the back of the sofa and his eyes are closed. The slope of his throat is smooth, the line of his Adam's apple so familiar. Memories of kissing him there flood your mind, making it hard to concentrate. His hair is the same as it always was, dusky blond and soft, flopping over his forehead. How sweet he used to sound when you pulled it.

"Not trying harder for you."

"Oh, Billy-"

"I shouldn't have let you go."

"It's all in the past now."

Licking his lips, he looks over at you. "Is it?"

You nod sadly. "Too much has happened."

"Like what?" And then, he takes the beer from your hand and puts it on the floor, and his knuckles brush your thigh. "Looking at you now feels like before."

You stand up as anger rises in you, sadness, too. "It's a memory you want, not a future."

"No, it's not."

"I know you, Billy. You want something that's easy, and memories are easier than reality."

"Don't be like that."

You face him, standing in front of him, and any softness has left you now. "I know about Becky, Billy. I know about it all."

He looks down. He's not wearing a ring. "I don't wanna talk about that."

The thin grasp on your emotions breaks. "I waited for you! When I left you, I told you that one day, I'd come back, and until then, I'd wait for you! That I'd build a life for myself that you can be a part of if you waited for me, too! And you didn't wait!"

"I wanted to. But-"

"But what?"

"How could I have believed someone better wouldn't come along?"

You blink and straighten up. "You wanted someone better?"

"No!" he says in alarm. "No, I mean someone better for you! God, I mean, look at you! You're... you're everything, and I'm just... just-"

"You were everything to me, Billy. And I waited, I fucking waited. There's been no one since you, not even a date. And yet I come back home after building the life I promised you, to find that you're married and with a kid!"

His eyes are getting red. He licks his lips and nods almost nervously. "Yeah, I'm married. To a woman I don't love, with a kid that's gonna grow up to hate me."

"Is that supposed to make me pity you?"

"I don't need anyone's pity, least of all yours."

With his words ringing in your ears, you turn on your heel and storm out of the room, slamming the door behind you. He kissed you for the first time in that room. It's not the first time he's broken your heart, though.

Sofia catches you on her way to the loo, and sees the anger in your face. She drags you upstairs into her bedroom, and you tell her about Billy. She comforts you, reassuring you that yes, this is her engagement party, but you're her friend, and she doesn't mind that you need her now.

When Billy appears in the doorway, she stands in front of you protectively. Assuring her it's alright, she reluctantly leaves you to it.

"But if you make her cry," she warns on her way out, "I will castrate you, William."

The use of his proper name makes you smile faintly. But then his gaze is on you and you're alone again, and he locks the door and it makes you shiver.

He locks the door.

He locks the door.

"What more is there possibly to say?" you ask defensively.

"I need you to understand."

"Understand what?"

This time, it's you that's sitting and him who's looming over you. He's so fucking tall, it could kill you. He used to be so heavy atop you, and you used to wonder if he would crush you. What a way to go, you used to think.

"What happened with Becky."

"Why do you want me to understand?"

He looks at you darkly. "You know."

And you do. It sends a thrill through you. "Then talk."

"The day you left, it's like... it's like something died. I knew you'd have this great life, and I'd never be a part of it again, and that killed me. Do you get that? You were the best part of me, and you left."

"I told you I'd come-"

He holds up his hand to silence you, and you hate how easily it works. His hand is so big. It used to wrap so easily around your throat. You swallow.

"So I fucked my way through the next year to forget you. And you know what? Every single girl I got drunk enough to fuck turned into you. I don't know how many of them heard me say your name. Every single one of them had the same colour hair as you, so when I took them from behind, I could imagine you."

It should make you sick. It's warped, but it makes heat bolt between your legs.

"Then Becky came along. Opposite of you. She looks nothing like you, acts nothing like you, too. We hated each other, but loved each other, too. You and me, we... we were stable. Steady. Becky offered something different. We shouldn't have stayed together, and we broke up for a bit, but then... Cransted."

"You don't have to talk about that." Your voice is softer now. "Your mum told me everything."

"No, no, it's good for me to talk about. That's what Lana says. And my therapist." He takes in a deep breath and continues. "I wasn't ready to die. And in that car, so many thoughts were running through my head. Of course, you were one of them."

You look down at your hands in your lap. What can you possibly say to that?

"Me and Becky got married a month after that. I didn't know what else to do with myself, and we were both fucking scared. We weren't careful and she got pregnant."

"You always wanted to be a dad."

"With the right woman, yeah." He sinks to his knees in front of you, and it's impossible not to notice his dark expression.

'You shouldn't talk like that. She's your wife."

"I wish she wasn't."

He rests his forheead on your bare knee. He pushes the skirt of your dress up. It makes your thighs tense. "Don't."

"I'll do whatever I want."

You stand up angrily. You'll leave him here just like you did in the living room, you don't care-

Before you can unlock the door, Billy presses you against it, his face inches from yours. "You didn't want anyone else but me, did you?"

"That's over now."

"No, it's not." He presses his knee between your thighs and you try not to shiver at the pressure.

"Let me go, Billy!" You hit his chest and try to push him away, but he catches your wrists and pins them above your head.

"You belong to me, don't you?"

"I belong to myself!"

"If that's true, why didn't you look for anyone else? It's been years, baby."

God, how much you used to love that pet name. He'd call you his baby girl, his pretty thing, his sweetheart, while you sucked his cock like you needed it to breathe. Even now, it makes you suck in air.

"Because I was waiting. There's nothing to wait for anymore."

"Liar." And then his lips are on your neck. He lifts up his leg, and your hips grind down. It's instintive. It's desperate.

"Fuck you," you whimper.

"That's it," he encourages. "Let me give you what you need."

"I don't need anything from you."

"Hmm. Such an attitude now." One of his large hands easily pins both of yours above your head, and the other wraps around your neck. Slender fingers find their old place against the vein under your skin, and he presses against it until you feel light-headed. Your eyes droop slightly, and he lets go with a smug smile. "That's it, baby. You gonna admit you want this, now?"

"I don't."

"Don't say that," he whispers against your ear. "It makes my dick hard."

Shivers go through you again. You grind harder against his thigh. "You're sick in the head."

"Sick for you."

"What about your wife?"

And then, he kisses you.

It's rough and deep, his tongue on the inside of your teeth, his lips hard and demanding. You both moan, both your hearts are racing. He forgets about the hand keep you in place, and instead, he uses both of his to yank down the neckline of your dress.

"Fuck, look at you." It's uncomfortable for a moment as he pushes your bra down, but you shrug your shoulders free of the straps, and then his hands pull you free and his fingers are squeezing you just like they used to. Your head drops back against the door, and his familiar mouth finds its way over your breast. He kisses your soft skin, biting and licking across the swell of your flesh until his lips find your hard nipple.

"Remember how I used to make you come from this alone?" he murmurs around your breast.

"No," you protest half-heartedly. Of course you remember. Over the years, you've tried to make yourself finish just by playing with your nipples, but it never worked. Not like it worked with him. "Stop it, we can't-"

"We are."

"Billy-"

"Fuck," he grunts. He pulls away his leg from between yours before grabbing your hips and lifting you up. "I need more."

"Please," you beg. Your body responds before you can even think about it, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He bends down his head to suck on your nipple against as he begins thrusting against you. Through your underwear, and his soft trouers, you can feel his hard cock grind against your cunt.

"Oh, my God," he moans. "God, you feel so good, baby."

"We have to stop!" you beg. But your legs are too tight around him. He grinds against you desperately, like a man possesesd.

"Mine. My pretty girl, you're where you belong. Look at me, now."

Dropping your head against the door, you look at him with heavily-lidded eyes. His cheeks are flushed, his forehead damp. His lip twitches as he thrusts against you.

"Open your mouth."

"No."

"Yes."

"No," you hiss.

With one arm still holding you firmly against the door, he grasps your face and presses your cheeks. It hurts so fucking much and it forces your jaw open. He spits into your mouth. Disgusting. You swallow gratefully.

"That's it," he praises lowly. "You're gonna make me come just doing this, baby."

"Don't call me that." Pleasure is mounting in you already. Just from dry humping, like you're teenagers again. But he makes you feel like a virgin again. And him calling you that doesn't help cool your passion.

"Why not?" He stills his thrusts. "Does it make your clit hard?"

It's impossible to hold back your moan. "Let me go."

He obliges - for a moment. Billy lets you go only to set your feet back on the ground, and then he spins you to press your face against the door, and he pushes up your dress. When he can't push your underwear to the side as much as he wants, he yanks it down. When you refuse to comply with taking it off, he just tears it. It leaves red marks on your thighs, the violent action, and you almost come from the senstation alone.

Fuck Billy Washington.

"God, I can smell you," he groans against your ear. "Did you think about me when you touched yourself for all those years apart?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Glancing over your shoulder, you can't hold back a choked moan. He only pushes down his joggers - couldn't even wear a nice pair of jeans for his mates' party, pathetic - enough to free his cock, and it's as perfect as you remember.

He notices how your mouth hangs open at the sight. "You want it in your sweet mouth, baby?"

"No," you whine.

"Do you suck on dildos and think of me?"

"No."

"I think you do," Billy whispers. Into your hair he presses his forehead, and he looks down as he bends you forward. You resist only a little - and then he's there, pushing you open. "Fuck, you're so perfect."

Tears spring in the corner of your eyes from the absolute need he's driving into you, body and soul. He's not yours anymore - but, God, you're still his. "Billy!"

"I wish you could feel how good you feel," he praises with a strained voice. Once he's fully sheathed inside you, he pauses, as if to drink it all in. "So fucking wet for me. So relaxed. You need this, don't you?"

Resting your head on the door, you shake it. "Fuck you."

"Hmm." He bites your ear and then blows into it, making goosebumps rise along your flesh. "Try again, baby."

"Fuck you."

"You want me to stop?"

You don't reply. The only response he gets is your strained breathing. And then, after a long moment, "no."

"Let me hear it."

You shake your head.

"Please," he whispers, nearly shaking from the restraint it takes to not lose control. "Please say those words I've missed. It'll be so good for you, my sweet girl."

Sweet girl. Baby. It's ridiculous, you know, but those names undo you. "Please," you beg. "Fuck me."

And he does.

He fucking does.

The pace he sets is relentless and brutal. He has to clamp his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet as he pounds into you again and again, pushing you higher and higher. You bite his palm and fingers in an attempt to stay silent, and the pain you cause makes him hiss.

But it doesn't matter. He's buried inside of you, his hands are all over you, and he's here, he's here, he's here. Billy, your Billy.

"Never again," he grunts between thrusts. "Not letting you go."

"Not leaving," you promise against his hand. Tears are rolling down your cheeks from the stinging pleasure of his cock, from how brutally high he's pushing you, from the years of frustration without him.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You," you babble mindlessly. "And you're mine."

"God, yes, I am," he promises.

The sound of your wet skin slapping together fills the bedroom. Downstairs, the thumping bass of the party hides your noises, you hope. He pushes two fingers into your mouth and you suck on them greedily. He gags you on them just for the delight of hearing you choke. Then he runs them, wet from your spit, down to your freed breast, and rolls your nipple between them. Carefully, he pulls on it, and it's a stark contrast to how hard he's fucking your pussy.

"Close," you moan. "Billy, yes, yes, don't stop, please-! Please-!"

His hard and fast pace is so much. He grunts against your ear, and then his nose is in your hair, and he bites your ear. "C'mon, baby, come on my cock!"

"Touch me," you beg.

And then his fingers are crooked around your clit, flicking and squeezing just how you always liked, and it has you higher and higher and tighter and tighter and the feeling won't let up and you're close, so close, there can't be anywhere else to go-!

"Billy! Billy! B-!" Your orgasm crashes over you in waves that spread through your whole body. You're spiralling, falling, writhing with it, your heart racing and pleasure exploding between your thights, up your chest, over your scalp. Your choked noises make your throat raw, the intensity makes your cheeks wet.

With your cunt still clenching and relaxing in increible aftershocks, Billy pulls out just in time to spill. Roughly, he bites your shoulder to keep quiet, but his name is on your lips. You feel him tremble behind you, how his knees are going weak.

You both stand there for a long moment, your back against his chest, his head in the crook of your neck. Slowly, he pulls your dress back down, and he pushes himself back into his trousers. After that, his hands find your waist. You try to pull away, but he won't let you go.

"Stay," he whispers. "With me."

"Billy," you murmur. The reality of what has just happened begins to sink in. "This... can't happen again."

"It will, though."

When you turn to face him, there is no regret in his face. "It can't."

He strokes your hair back from your face in a gesture that feels just as intimate as what just happened. "I won't let you go again."

"You're married."

"I'll leave her."

"You have a child."

"I love you more."

You shake your head. "You don't mean that."

He doesn't smile. 'What if I do?"

"I... you shouldn't. It's wrong."

"Don't care."

"Billy. You can't leave your wife."

"So you're happy to let me cheat on her with you?"

You wince. "This was a mistake."

"The only mistake either of us made was me letting you go. And I'm never, ever, doing that again." His blue eyes are intense, bearing into you as if he's searching your very soul.

"Never?"

He kisses your forehead. "No matter the cost. Never again."

The Lady and the Lord

Chapter 1

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

This is a repost since the old blog doesn't work anymore. 🥰

Chapter summary: pretty much the firstt episode from the reader perspective, also the first interaction with Eddie.

Chapter warnings: harassment, jocks.

Here I am, looking at my reflection in the mirror: last day before spring break begins. Thank goodness some peace at last.

I check one last time my appearance before hearing Steve honking right outside so I grab my bag and head out.

"Hey" I greet both him and Robin on the passenger sit.

"Hey Y/n"

"Hi" Robin sends me a big smile as I get in the car with them.

As always Steve is driving us to school.

"How's it going?" Steve asks immediately.

"Oh since today is last day, all fucking good" I say.

"I know right!" Robin "Hey, quick question and please be honest" she turn to look at me from her seat.

"Yeah?"

"Do I look like a corpse?" She asks.

Her question catching me completely off guard.

"What? No, why do you ask? Or, most importantly... since when do you even care?" I answer.

"Exactly" Steve agrees "thank you, honey"

"Stop calling her that. She's not your girlfriend" Robin scolds him.

"It's fine, I'm used to it" I laugh.

Steve's been my closest friend since... ever, basically. He always called me 'honey' as the most playful thing ever.

We grew apart after he started hanging out with Tommy and the rest of those 'lovely' people... anyway after the events involving the Upside Down we found each other again.

"See? She gets me." Steve says as a matter of fact.

"Whatever" Robin says as she starts to fix her look in the small mirror.

"How was your date with... uhm... Brenda..?" I hesitate a bit, I can't remember the name of each girl he goes out with.

"Stella" he corrects "Yeah.. Good, but not my type."

"Right.." I nod. "So who's Brenda?"

"Brenda is Tonight. Then there's Heidi tomorrow night, but the problem with Heidi is that she's going out of state for collage. Do I wanna start another relationship that has no point other than sex? I mean, I don't know. Does that make sense to you?" He then asks us, but Robin is definitely not paying attention and I lost track of the names long time ago.

"Are you two listening?" He asks.

"Yes"

"Yeah"

We both say quickly.

"What did I just say?" He tests us.

"Something about sex with... uhm" Robin starts turning to seek help.

"With Linda..?" I try.

"No, I'm talking about Heidi." He exclaims with an exasperated laugh.

"Cut me some slack, please. Your love life is one of labyrinthine complexity. It is 7 in the morning, we have the stupid pep rally, and I woke up looking like a total corpse!" Robin snaps.

"You don't look like a corpse, Robin, stop" I assure her again.

"You're worried about a pep rally? Expect us to believe that?" Steve says.

"Yeah? So?"

"So, we all know what this is about. I'm not buying that, Y/n is not buying that. This is about Vickie." He states.

"Absolutely not" Robin tries to defend herself.

"Yes it is, Robin, c'mon" I tell her.

"Oh so you're on his side now?" Robins accuses me.

"And you know what else I think?"

"I don't care-"

"You gotta stop pretending to be someone else when you're around her." Steve's using his motherly tone.

"You're literally quoting me to me. You do realise that." She replies.

"Well, then try to listen to yourself. How about that?" I tell her.

"Yeah, exactly. I listened. Look at me. Boom. Back on business." Steve says proudly.

"A little too much, but whatever works with you Stevie" I tease him.

"Yeah, but it's not the same thing. Okay? You ask a girl out and she says no. Big deal. Nothing happens. Maybe your ego is a little bruised. I ask out the wrong girl and bam, I'm a town pariah" she explains.

"I'd buy that, except Vicki's is definitely not the wrong girl." Steve tries to reassure her.

"We just don't know that, do we?" She says back.

"She returned 'fast times' paused at 53 minutes, 5 seconds. Do you know who pauses 'fast times' at 53 minutes, 5 seconds?" He asks looking at us "people who like boobies, Robin."

Oh god.

"Ew, gross don't say boobies" Robin replies not so sligly disgusted.

"Yeah, please Harrington" I say.

"Boobies! It's not a big deal, okay? I like boobies. You like boobies. Vickie likes boobies. Definitely... it's boobies."

His supporting ways are... peculiar, to say the least.

"Can we talk about something else? Thank you" she basically order us.

"Fine fine! So I got a date, Robin got her band thing, what about our lovely Y/n?" Steve asks.

"I gotta help Nancy at the game. I'll be taking pictures" I answer him simply.

"You know.. we gotta find someone for you." Steve simply says, like it was the most amazing idea ever.

"What do you mean?" I ask confused.

"Well.. Robin and I can't be the only two with love problems" he answers. "Some solidarity, honey"

"I'm fine, thank you very much" I say laughing.

"Oh please! Nancy and Robin are the only ones you talk to at school, beside some 14 years old-" he starts.

"And I'm okay with it, Steve. Plus the perspective of having to talk to someone I don't know... scares me. So.. appreciate the thought, but no" I smile at him.

"Well you talked to me" Robin intervenes.

"That was different, our lives were at risk, russians, mind flayer, possessed people everywhere... that was deadly necessary" I chuckle, even if the events of last summer, and everything before that, don't have anything to chuckle about.

"Yeah well... think about it as deadly necessary too" Robin suggests.

"I don't have that imagination" I laugh.

"We'll find a way" Steve says to Robin quietly, to not make me hear, but I do.

"Don't you dare" I warn.

"Okay okay"

"Yeah sorry"

They say at the same time.

I don't want a relationship now, too much trouble. I need to focus on finishing this damn school, then I will have time to experiment and all that.

The day goes on pretty well, nothing major happening. A pretty normal day.

As I'm going to throw away the leftover of my lunch, in the cafeteria, I spot Mike and Dustin, nervously looking at their table.

I stop with them.

"You guys good?" I ask with a small chuckle "you look like you're about to get shot"

"That would be more gentle I'm sure" Dustin is the one to answer.

"What's wrong?"

"Well... Lucas decided to betray us and won't be present at tonight's campaign" Mike finally speaks.

"And... is that a tragedy because...?"

"It's the end of Eddie's campaign." Dustin answers.

"Can't you.. postpone?" I ask.

"That's our plan.. the problem is.. telling him" Dustin replies, swallowing hard.

"Oh c'mon. He's not that scary." I tell them.

"You say that only because you find him cute" Mike says.

"What?" I ask, feeling my face heat up at that.

"Anyway, why don't you sit with us and... protect us" Dustin asks.

"Oh no no no. No can do, little genius. Not a chance" I say.

"You'll have our lives on your conscience" He replies, raking a deep breath.

"After all those times I saved you asses from demo-things, I think I can leave you to him for this once" I answer walking away.

After I threw away the food I take out my notes, to see what I need before going to Nancy.

I'm a bit lost in my thoughts as I walk near the wall when my attention is caught my Eddie Munson himself standing on the table, making faces at Jason and then turning around.

"It's forced conforming" I hear him say as he walks back on the table.

"That's what's killing the kids!" He says the last part shouting and jumping of the table, scaring a few people that walk by, not me though. I just chuckle as I keep walking.

He sees me and simply takes a theatrical step back to let me pass.

"After you, m'lady" he says as I walk past him sending him a small smile.

"C'mon, man, stop staring" one of his friends says, making me turn around to make eye contact with Eddie who was already looking at me.

He just winks at me with a smile, my face got warmer than before so I quickly turn my head around and just keep walking.

Did he actually just winked at me?

Nah... yeah?

Nah.

"Fucking hell.." I mutter as I walk to the gym.

Nancy needs more pictures of the basketball team for the school paper. So here I fucking am, on my way to the gym full of dickheads.

I enter and tell the coach I had to take pictures as the boys practice for the game.

As soon as he gives me permission I move around a bit to take as many pictures as possible so Nancy won't send me here again... hopefully.

As I stop near the benches to prepare the camera for another set of shots, one of the players come sit close to where I was standing, I feel him staring at me, but I pay him no mind though, focusing all my attention to the camera. Maybe if he sees that I'm busy he won't start a conversation.

"Hey there"

Boy, I was wrong...

I don't answer, pretending to not hear him might help.

"Hey, baby"

Nope. No help. At. All.

I just turn my head to face him and mutter a small "hi" before getting back to the camera.

"How are the pictures going?"

I can tell he's not really interested.

"Good" I simply say.

"Not so many words, uh? It's cool, actually better, you know" he comments.

I roll my eyes and keep fixing the object in my hand.

All of a sudden I feel him standing up.

Oh great he's finally going away...

"You look like you know what you're doing"

No...He stands right next to me, watching closely what I'm doing, making me go completely rigid.

"Yeah" I say quietly.

"Good with you hands too" he comments again, now he's basically attached to me.

"I guess" I say, moving away in a poor attempt to put some distance, but he's quick to follow.

"You're the quiet one, aren't you?" I can hear the teasing, mocking tone very clearly.

I obviously don't say anything, I just look around hoping someone catches on what's going on, but no one seems to notice.

"But I bet I can make you scream" he whispers directly in my ear, making me jump, but he quickly put his hands on my hips, preventing me to move too far. "I want to make you scream so loud everyone will know what a little whore you actually are"

"Get off" I tell him.

"Aah! She speaks" he fakes surprise. "You won't say those words tonight, trust me, you'll be all mine." He jokingly say, even if the 'joke' seems more like a threat.

Thankfully the bell rings and he just walks to the showers with the other, not before yelling "hope to see you tonight!" And laughs.

I quickly gather my things as soon as he disappeared into the showers, when Lucas' figure catches my eyes.

"Hey.." he timidly say.

"Hey" I say, trying to act like nothing happened.

"I... I'm sorry a-about Andy" he tries.

"Nothing happened" I say, still getting my things to avoid any eye contact with the boy.

"Y/n, I saw" he calmly says.

I take a deep breath and look at him.

"It's okay.. I mean, could you have stopped him? Not with the whole team here at least. Don't worry, kiddo" I say giving him a quick hug before stepping back. "Please... go shower, you smell" I playfully shove him towards the bathroom and then I walk out of the gym as quickly as possible.

I walk quickly while I put my things in the bag paying no attention to whatever's around me, in fact I run into someone, dropping some paper.

"I'm so sorry" I say kneeling down to grab the fallen paper.

"No worries, m'lady"

Eddie?

I look up and as I lock eyes with the metalhead, I look back down just as quickly.

"Here" he says kneeling down with me to help me gather my paperwork.

"Thanks" I say quietly standing back up, Eddie does too.

"No problem... hey, you okay? You look a bit.. shaken. Do those pricks give you trouble too?" he asks, concern hidden by a nervous chuckle.

"No, uhm.. he was just-" I cut myself off, seeing how he frowns, visibly concerned, trying to understand what happened, I shake my head "I'm fine. Don't worry" I finally say standing up, putting the paper back in my bag.

"Are you sure?" He asks again, eyeing the gym doors suspiciously.

"Yeah yeah. Thanks. I.. I gotta go" I say, but I stay put staring into his eyes.

When he nods with a small smile, I shake my head again and I quickly walk away.

"I got the pictures" I say walking back into the room to Nancy.

"Oh great, if they win tonight we need more pictures from them 'practicing the victory', thanks" she says handing the camera to another girl to have the movie developed.

"You okay?" She asks looking at me.

"Yeah, why?" I say, as calmly as possible.

"You look.. tense"

"Nah, I'm okay, just can't wait for this day to be over" I lie.

"Mh" she looks at me sceptically, but leave it alone. "You remember, I need you tonight at the championship game, for the picture of the game"

Fuck. I forgot about that...

"Yeah, yeah, no I... remember" I reply with a nervous chuckle.

Everyone is so excited about this game, everyone is cheering and clapping for the team to finally win.

The band is playing as always, I see Robin next to Vickie, hoping she's not feeling that nervous now.

The team enters the gym and the cheerleading squad, obviously, cheers louder and I take pictures next to Nancy and Fred who's ready to take notes.

I see Steve entering the gym too, with... oh shit.. Stacy.. no.. Carol... no, Brenda! Yes.

"Does it bother you that, like, we might win a championship right after you graduated?" I hear her asking Steve.

"Yeah, that's an interesting point. Thank you so much for bringing that up, Brenda" he answers looking around, to not show how her words slightly affected him. He locks eyes with me and I sarcastically pull my thumbs up for him, he just rolls his eyes and follow the blond girl to their seat.

"Everyone now please rise for our national anthem" Everybody stands up "singing for us tonight, we have a very special guest. All the way from Nashville, our very own Tammy Thomson!" He announces and leave the court.

Holy shit.

I hold back a laugh.

I'm gonna tease the hell put of Robin later, since Steve is already doing that now apparently. I see him mouthing something on the line of "muppet" at her after Tammy started to 'sing'.

Then the game begins and I just focus on taking pictures.

And they actually won... unbelievable.

Lucas finally got to show he can really play. I'm so proud of him.

I'm gonna congratulate him tomorrow, now he's enjoying his well-deserved glory, so I just walk out after saying goodbye to Nancy.

I hear someone yelling something, but I keep walking out of the school.

"Hey baby"

I still keep walking, when a sweaty, breathless Andy runs in front of me blocking my way.

"Hi baby" he repeats.

"Hi" I say and try to walk past him, but he moves to prevent me from going any further.

"Trying to run away from me?" He playfully asks.

"I just want to go home" I honestly say.

"Oh c'mon, come celebrate the win" he tries to convince me.

" I..." I start.

"I'll make it worth your while" he smirks.

He then moves closer, holding out a hand to try to touch my cheek but I instantly step back avoiding his hand.

"I'm tired... thanks, but I do have-"

"I told you you'll be mine tonight" he says, trying to sound seductive, but he just makes my blood run cold.

"I'm not interested" I say quietly.

"What was that?" He mockingly asks getting closer.

"She said she's not interested, man." Steve's voice catches both attention.

Thank goodness.

"We're having a moment here, Harrington" Andy says, annoyed.

"I think you're having a moment, she isn't. So be a gentleman and back the fuck off, man." Steve tells him. "Or I could just tell everyone you can't get a girl"

"Whatever man." Andy then turns to me "I'll see you around, baby"

When Andy walks away, Steve shouts "no you won't"

"You okay?" He turns to me.

"Yeah.. thank you Steve" I tell him.

"Don't mention it. Let's get your ass home" he says wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"And your date?" I ask with a small chuckle.

"Oh... not my type. Again. Just my luck" he says defeated.

"Oh don't worry, you'll find your true love" I assure him patting his back.

"If you liked me enough I wouldn't have this problem" he jokes.

"As well as Robin" I joke back.

"Yeah.. surrounded by amazing girls... who just don't like me" he dramatically says.

"We do like you, just not in the way you want" I tell him with a smile.

"Yeah yeah, don't rub it in, uh" He says.

"Righ. Better get your bruised ego home" I joke.

"Are you gonna be okay there all alone?" Steve asks after I climbed out of his car.

"Yeah, as always" I answer.

"Mh... call if you need anything." He tells me. "Or I could stay"

"Yes, Steve, stop worrying. I'll just make some beads rings to calm down and not think about that dick, I'm gonna be sooooo fine" I reassure him.

"Fine fine" he chuckles, "you coming tomorrow right?"

"As always" I say. "Night Steve"

"Night honey" he says starting his car.

I walk to my house and get in.

Then I walk to my room, take out some beads and start to make a flower ring.

I love living on my own, I really do. Sometimes I just think it would be nice to enter and shout "mom I'm home!" And hearing her asking about the evening and the game, talk about everything.

Unfortunately my parents died long time ago, I lived with my grandmother, who left me the house when she died about.. 5 years ago.

I shouldn't have lived alone, but I was so scared to leave Hawkins and this place that Hopper pulled some strings and let me stay here on my own since that young age.

Hopper... why do my thoughts lead me to him now... he was like the father I literally never head. We bickered all the time, but I cared about him and he cared about me.

My mind runs to that day at Starcourt.

We were catching our breath after the fight with a possessed Billy, we planned how to end that. Joyce, Murray and Hopper were supposed to get into the Russian base and close the gate to the Upside Down.

Hopper was giving El a motivational speech, I just stood there watching them, feeling a bit envious, I have to admit. They definitely looked like father and daughter. They both tried to let me in, asking me to join them on their Miami Vice nights, but I never accepted... to scared to know what if feels to have a real family, I think.

I remember calling for him before he and the rest went to the base.

"Hop!" I called him.

"Yeah? What is it?" He asks.

"I... I'm sorry.." I stuttered out shaking my head.

"About what?" He replied with a small chuckle.

"I just... do you think... uhm.. I mean.. you and El have any plans for.. for.. Friday night? I heard there's this show, that seems kinda cool... I'd like to check it out.." I timidly said, my eyes focusing on playing with my rings instead of him.

I kept my eyes down, getting more nervous as the seconds went on without an answer from him, so I worked up the courage to look up at him and to find him smiling. A warm, proud smile.

"Only if you buy the snacks" he said before hugging me.

I hugged him back tightly.

That was the last time I saw him...

I shake my head, trying to get rid of those thoughts.

I put away the beads and head to bed.

I definitely need to sleep all these thoughts away.

Feel What You Feel (Tommy Shelby x OFC!Estella Holland)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OFC!Estella Holland

Summary: Estella is pretty sure she’s in love with Tommy. 

Word Count: 500+ - Blurb

Warning: Fluff, Mentions of Death (Side Characters)

Info: Difficult time, but the song and moodboard below inspired me. I hope you all have a wonderful Easter Weekend, whether you celebrate or not. 

"Look at me. I love you. It's okay. You're okay." -- brodyn // "You're Okay"

Perhaps this was the day she fell in love with Tommy Shelby. She sure had feelings for him for years, with the little nervous feeling she got every time she saw him, still to this day. The way he made her dizzy every time he touched or kissed her. But today, he went above and beyond. 

Every second weekend of May since 1911, Holland and Gray's household would travel out into the woods with their Vardo to build a campfire in honor of Eliza Gray. The campfire was in recognition of Eliza and Alifair, mother and son, who had gone too soon. The whole Shelby family joined them for the first time in many years. 

What usually had been a sullen occasion, Tommy had turned into a night of remembrance. They were having people tell stories of Alifair. Alifair, who would climb any tree in sight, nurtured any creature back to health, including sneaking a chipmunk into the house or Arthur’s favorite story Alifair cut his eyebrows off for 1 pence. 

Estella clung to Tommy’s side, and they lay beside each other in the wagon, his hand brushing her bare shoulder where her nightgown fell off. The heavy scent of ozone clung to the air from the flash of rain that hit them in the middle of Charlie’s story about Eliza and Polly. The more Estella focused on that very moment she was in. The more she began to feel she was in love with the man lying next to her. Tommy, who had gone out of his way to do so much for her and her family. 

“I think you and I, we’re going to change the world.” Tommy turned his head to look at Estella as he broke her from her concentration, pulling her attention to him. 

“Yeah? How so?” Estella smiled. 

“Well, we’ll continue to make Shelby Company Limited bigger and better. With that, I will give you a better and happier future. Once I know you are truly happy, we’ll get married. Then, we’ll join our families, securing futures. That is a change, right?”  by the end of his ramble, he was on his side, a slight smirk on his lips to match Estella’s smile. 

“I’m going to marry you, eh? I thought for sure I would be married to Arthur or Inspector Barnes. But I suppose you’ll do.” Estella was watching as Tommy started to glare at her. 

“You think you're hilarious, don’t you? Well, you’re not.” Tommy pounced on his girlfriend, making her laugh as he tickled her in the sides. 

“I’m sorry– ha ha ha– Tommy plea– I’ll wake–” Kissing Estella on the cheek, he tickled her a bit more before stopping and not wanting to wake the whole camp up. 

“Tommy, you don’t have to say it back. But I know in my heart that I love you. What you did today for my family only solidifies it.” Estella brushed her hand against Tommy’s face. 

“Good thing you love me, Stella, because I gave you my heart a long time ago. It’s just been waiting for you to catch up.” Tommy leaned over and brushed his lips against hers.

The Stories of Riverblossom View and Pleasanthills

This post on @katatty's Strangeswap AU reminded me on a stupid idea I once had after reading that Riverblossom Hills might be a spoof on Pleasantview, but of course I didn't have the time/guts/interest/thrive to actually realize it as a 'hood (though I still might!). I basically gives every (except for two) Pleasantview an Riverblossom Hill character as counterpart and is really funny and interesting for me to thing about:

The Broke family <--> the Ottomas family:

Samantha was left to raise two boys alone following her husband's suspicious pool ladder accident. With David acting out, can Samantha teach young Tommy to make the right choices in life?

Large families have a lot of love to share, but also require a lot of work - especially with more children on the way! Will grandma's help be enough to keep this family strong? -> Basically everyone is swapped, so Peter is dead, Samantha is pregnant with his third baby, Flo Broke lives with her son Skip and his family, Brandi is pregnant with twins. Sharla becomes a Broke and gets to be a blend of Skip and Brandi.

The Caliente family <--> the Wan household:

Was it just coincidence that those girlfriends arrived in the eve of Stella's disappearance? And is their interest in Morty physical... or fiscal?

Dina and Nina moved to town when their uncle, Tango, offered them his old home - which they just finished remodeling. Will they find excitement in this quiet town after the dust has cleares? Will Nina and Daniel make a life together? -> I think it was the Wan households description on the wiki that make me first think about this AU. Though I can't find the comment about the Wans being a spoof of the Calientes anymore. Very little is interesting about this swap, Nina is Patricia, Dina is Cleo and vice versa

The Dreamer family <--> the Martin family:

Andrew is pursuing his dream of being a professional gamer, while his son Jacob hits the books. And Andrew may have found his muse, but will his creativity be enough to win Sandra's affection? -> So basically this one is a bit creepy since it makes Jacob's canon (now adult) girlfriend his dad's love interest. xD And Jules O'Mackey is back to being Jacob's girlfriend - yay!

The Goth family <--> the Roth family:

Sandra is ready to start a family of her own, but can she tame the town Casanova? And can Morty bounce back after the disappearance of his wife Stella?

Having recently moved to Pleasanthills has had a wondeful effect on the Goths! Cassandra and Alexander are doing great in school, Mortimer found a great job, but Bella seems a bit restless... -> This might be the most obvious and gifts us with the amazing couple Cassandra Goth x Dirk Dreamer! Isn't it lovely??? Sandra would be about to marry Leod McGreggor and well that's the only interesting switch imo.

The Lothario family <--> the McGreggor family:

Who is Leod McGreggor? Is his engagement to Sandra Roth genuine? And what about the rumor that her mother, Stella, was last seen scaling the deck of his condo?

Don Lothario has a farm... and an orchard. Will he be so focused on gardening that he forgets to cultivate friendships? -> This is such a fun pair imo! The dishonesty in the McGreggor/Roth engagement would probably be more about his sexuality in this case though... And Don as a farmer in a kilt? A+!

The Pleasant family <--> the O'Mackey family

On the surface, Gabe and Alexandra O'Mackey seem to have the perfect life, but is their love a flimsy facade? And can Angela and Jules make the right choices when it comes to love?

After being caught cheating, it took Daniel some time to start dating again. Is his relationship with Nina meant to last? Will Nina and Lillith be able to work out their problems and realize how similar they really are?

Mary-Sue succumbed to the call of pottery and left her family to pursue her dream. Will living the Artist life be enough to keep her afloat? -> I was about to let Daniel live alone but then I remembered that Gabe and Jason Greenman are siblings, and Daniel and Jennifer Burb are siblings so this aligns nicely so Lilith gets to live with her dad. Angela now is an O'Mackey and looks like Jules and she gets to date David Ottomas, yay! Jules is with Jacob, as the universe intended and Lilith once was Dirk's girlfriend. =( I don't like DanielxNina much but it's the logical result. And Mary-Sue as bisexual potter living in a hut is just top-notch!

The Burb family <--> the Greenman family

Rose, Jason and young Daisy have decided to trade the fast-paced city life for some fresh air, and hope to make a nice home in Riverblossom View.

Jennifer gave up her name for the love of her green-skinned god. Despite the love that they share, will they be able to raise a happy, healthy child? Can John adjust to living in a town instead of the great outdoors? -> The biggest changes would be that Daisy now is Jason and Rose's biological child and thus a mixture of them both and of course her and Rose aren't plant-sims anymore. So John and Lucy are plant-sims and Lucy is John's plant-baby.

The Oldie family <--> the Ramaswami family

The Ramaswamis are simply one of the nicest families around. Their years together through good and bad have made them into the wonderful parents, and grandparents, they are today.

Herb and Coral are ready to settle down and start their life together! Will they settle in the beautiful town of Pleasanthills or find a new place to make their happy home? -> This would be so fun because it would make (elder) Sanjay and Priya Alexandra O'Mackey's adoptive parents! I know we have Alexandra's parents in her family tree, but this would be so cool, wouldn't it? And seeing a young Herb and Coral start the family they always wanted together? *chef's kiss*

The Caliente-Goth-Dreamer household:

Can Tango and Frieda cope with the loss of their close friend and face their own imminent mortality or will they find a way to cheat death? Will Darren and Dirk fina a way to fulfill their dreams in the great game of life? -> I love this the most as is gives the opportunity to explore sims that usually are already decreased. Of course that means we don't have Catherine and Betty. But isn't it just too perfect that Nina and Dina have an uncle (just like Cleo Shikibu is Catherine's niece) and Morty has unmarried aunt (just like Mortimer)? Those are a little too many coincidences, aren't they? So I see where the Riverblossom Hills is a Pleasantview spoof comes from!

Aesthetic-wise I would imagine it to be like that: Every Sim gets the age of their counterpart (I mean of course) and also their outfit. But otherwise they keep their looks (except it's stated otherwise) like hair-do, face, skin-color, makeup etc. The maps are switched, but everyone lived in their counterpart's house, so for ex. Samantha, David and Tommy Ottomas live in the Broke trailer but the trailer is on the Riverblossom Hills map (if this makes sense xD). I really wanna do this but I know that I don't have the time or the patience or the skills to do this as it would mean massive editing of relationships and memories etc. But if somebody feels inspired, feel free to create! Just please share the end result with me <3

Wow, this is long xD Which 'hood would you swap like this? Maybe Veronaville and Strangetown would work together (with everyone being related with each other). Belladonna has so many sims it would probably require two hoods to do the deed so both Desiderata Valley and Bluewater Village?

My master list

One Chicago:

Chicago fire:

Kelly severide

Stella kidd

Sylvie Brett

Violet Mikami

Evan Hawkins

Blake gallo

Ritter

Cruz

Casey

Herrman

Mouch(platonic)

Otis

Leslie

Gabby

Chicago PD:

Jay Halstead

Erin Lindsay

Kim burgess

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

Hank voight

Hailey Upton

Chicago Med:

Connor

Ava

Natalie

April

Robin

Hannah

Will

Sarah

Maggie

Denise

Cloverfield:

Rob

Jason

Beth

Lily

Marlena

Hud

10 Cloverfield lane:

Emmett

Michelle

(No frank that bitch is disgusting)

Cloverfield Paradox:

Ava Hamilton

Mina Jensen

Ernst Schmidt

Life (2017)

David

Miranda

Hugh

Sho

Kat

9-1-1:

Buck

Hen

Karen

Bobby

Eddie

Chim

Maddie

Josh

Athena

May

Albert

Lena

9-1-1 Lone star:

Owen

Marjan

Paul

Nancy

Mateo

Judd

Grace

TK( Male!Reader or GN!Reader, he's gay people)

Carlos(Male!Reader or GN!Reader)

Tommy

Michelle

Station 19:

Jack

Andy

Vic

Travis

Demon slayer:

Tanjiro

Nezuko

Zenitsu

Inosuke

Kanao

Genya

Uzui

Shinobu

Mitsuri

Obanai

Rengoku

Gyomei

Muichiro(Platonic)

Sanemi

Aoi

Naho(platonic)

Sumi(Platonic)

Kiyo(Platonic)

A/n- FORGOT TO MENTION!!!!! For Chicago fire I will do Stellaride x reader any gender. It's gonna be poly remember I am taking requests. I could also do brettsey x reader. On Cloverfield poly relationship I could do Beth x Rob x reader. Jason x lily x reader

Hud x reader x Marlena. For demon slayer! (This one is not really poly but I'll give it a shot) Uzui x his wives and reader. Tankana x reader. ZenNezu x reader. AoIno x reader. I can make all these poly platonic or affectionate if only you guys want.

That's it. My hands hurt so bad.

First Meetings - Wilbur Soot

Wilbur Soot x fem!oc

summary: after not logging into the SMP in a while, Stella Sweet decides its time to make an appearance and in doing so, makes the acquaiantance of Wilbur Soot who proves to be a sight for sore eyes as well as a potential new friendship.

disclaimer: stella is a character that i have made up - in no way is she meant to represent anybody real. I also must admit that my knowledge about the actual events of the SMP is limited to short recap videos of YT so terribly sorry if anything is wrong

enjoy!

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“A lot of shit went down since Joffrey.” Stella Sweet spoke to her webcam, thousand of viewers on stream and the lights around her set to green for ‘dream ambience’ she had told her friends on call minutes prior. “And I am about to go meet the infamous exile, Tommyinnit, who did loads of crime while I’ve been away. He’s not been a very good boy. So, I’ve been called in to set him straight.”

dreampog STELLA ON THE CASE

angelfallen NANSJSJS stella lore yes

saltandpepper tommy won’t know what hit him

cokenotpepsi does this mean she’s gonna meet wilbur?

wilburlove OMG OMG WILL AND STELLA DUO

Stella read her chat with a smile, loading up Minecraft before typing a quick message to George who was most likely asleep at the current time. Despite being one of the beginning members of the DreamSMP, Stella hadn’t been on it an awful lot - but she was aware of what had gone on with Tommyinnit whom she had met once over call and had immediately loved. She knew about new members but had yet to meet any except for Tommy, her life had been quite busy with her son Leo and her dance channel up in the running also.

She and Dream had been talking in the meantime - they had known each other for a while. Being best friends with George since they were 5 years old came with its perks, such as Dream, who in seeing a 20 year old Stella burst in George’s facetime with a three-year old in her arms, had known he wanted to be fast friends with the foul-mouthed British woman. George encouraged Stella to start gaming, then to start streaming and soon she had an audience of her own. Mainly built from her relationship with George and Dream, but when people decide to stay, you know you’re doing something right. The DreamSMP was talked about with Stella multiple times so when Dream asked her to be one of the original members, how could she refuse?

But unfortunately she had not been on it for a while, though her son was at his dads that night so when she had showered, cooked dinner and ate, her stream was waiting for her.

“Boss man’s got some explaining to do.” She said as she watched the DreamSMP world load onto her screen and reveal the structures and grass all over the starting world. “Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo…where the hell is he?”

drdouche Camarvan

sebastianfur THWYRE AT THE CSRMAVAN

“Ooh, I’ve never seen the Camarvan. I’ve heard about the whole thing though. With that guy Wilmur.” Stella said as her character ran across the grassy planes of the minecraft world in search of this new town. “This might take a while guys.”

emilycook WILMUR AHAHAHSH

orangepoet AHAHSHS STEL ITS WILBUR

sparklingwater wilmur spot

“Oh, Wilbur.” Stella pronounced the word on her tongue, laughing a little as she ran across the DreamSMP in search of the small blonde boy. “Sorry, Wilbur, just completely butchered your name.“

As her character traipsed across the screen, a large open space cleared out of trees and bushes with a wide structure further on caught her eye, as well as two moving figures with their name tags flickering. There was no one there to stop her from getting closer like she feared there may be in an attempt to hide the activities that Tommy was supposedly taking part in and that she was supposedly meant to stop - she had no idea what it actually was except for the fact it took place in a caravan of some sort.

“Here we go.” Stella mumbled, eyeing the two flickering names ahead as she got closer to them and checked on the calls in the SMP discord chat. Tommy was in one with Wilbur Soot who she assumed was the other flickering name - the sound announcing her arrival seemed to go unnoticed by the two boys as she got closer to them.

“Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, look at this-" “No, Wil. I’m brewing.” “You’re brewing. HA. What-What are you brewing, Tommy?” “DRUGS.” “HAHAHAHA, AHAHAHA-“ “Yeahhh, brewing drugs.” Stella quickly muted herself, and looked to the web camera with a wide-eyed look and a smile growing on her face. Chat was going wild, laughing and keyboard spamming at Stella’s expression because of her first introduction to this new plot line. A laugh forced its way out of her mouth but luckily she was still muted so that she didn’t blow her cover of sneaking up on them.

“Honestly, chat, the people that Dream find.” Stella laughed and pulled up a google browser, quickly typing in Wilmur S-, backspacing and then typing Wilbur Soot. Chat went wild again, laughing at her blunder as the web page came up, pictures of a tall curly-haired brunette with glasses and a wide smile with dimples in his cheeks.

Apparently he did music and he had a whole EP out called Your City Gave Me Asthma, Stella had always wanted to make some music but never really had the time or talent considering her flipped around life at age 16. Distracted and completely unprofessional whilst on stream, Stella then pulled up the songs and pressed play for a moment, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinted as she listened to the music and voiceover that came first.

Northern and Waterloo and City Lines, and National Rail Services This train terminates at Stanmore “London.” Stella acknowledged, sitting up in her seat and clearing her throat, checking chat for a second as they all talked about different facts about this Wilbur Soot.

Wasting your time You're wasting mine “Nice voice.” She smiled, turning the song off and clicking off of her youtube browser to go back onto the web page of Wilbur which told her that he was an Internet Personality who was the lead editor and co-founder of a group channel called SootHouse. “Mm, interesting.” She stated before she looked back at chat and noticed its speed had significantly increased.

brucethebatdog STELLA PLS

chicat LOOK AT YOUR SCREEN

johnthanrosskin someone’s waiting for you

kingarthur STELLA STOP STALKING WILL AND TALK TO HIM

shazzybabe AHHAHAHA STELLA THE GAME

Confused at first by the words of her chat, Stella closed down her google browser and was in for a fright when she came face to face with Wilbur Soot’s minecraft skin staring back at her silently. A smile still on her face, Stella moved her characters head a little and laughed as Wilbur crouched. Stella did too in reply, both of them tilting their heads at one another in game whilst Stella tuned back into the call that was just Tommy saying stuff and Wilbur not replying. Stella was still on mute but was quite enjoying having a little stare off with Wilbur.

“Will, where’ve you gone, come back and brew drugs.” “Hang on, Tommy, I’m staring down this person.” “Stella.” Stella unmuted herself, trying to keep her laugh in as both Tommy and Wilbur managed a yelp at her sudden voice as neither of them had noticed she had joined the call. Wilburs character had even jumped back a little at the sound of her voice, but then shuffled a little closer again. “My name is Stella. What’s going on here?” “Nothing, nothing.” Tommy came rushing out of the caravan Stella and Wilbur were already stood outside of, he raced over to stand beside Wilbur and stood straight rather than crouching like the other one was. “It’s nice to see you again, Miss Sweet.” “It is certainly a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Wilbur shuffled closer and then backed away again, Tommy hit the boy a little and then turned back to Stella and crouched that time, looking up at the girl who stood straight. “Looking at you is always a pleasure.” “Flattery won’t save you, Mr. Soot.” Stella smirked as she walked around the two boys and approached the caravan, but Wilbur began running until he stood between her and the caravan, crouching again with a tilted head once more. “Out of my way, I’ve been ordered to inspect the premises.” “On what grounds?” “Dream’s grounds.” Stella accused and Wilbur seemed to take an annoyed breath, for his character didn’t do so well in dealing with Dream and all the rules. “He’s asked me to inspect, so I’m going to do my job and inspect. Thank you very much, Mr. Soot.” “Call me Wilbur.” He said, his voice low and a bit flirty - Stella smiled a little and cleared her throat but as Wilbur’s character shifted closer something told her that he wasn’t finished. “Or you can call me anything you want to.” “Will- HA, no, Will.” Tommy punched the boy as he came closer, blocking Stella from the Camarvan, which she read on the sign above the door with a small little laugh. “He’s Wilbur, he’s new to the community. This is his house, Stella, promise.” “I’ve learnt not to trust your promises, Tommy.” Stella said, watching as chat went wild with the reference to the first day of Tommy’s entrance to the SMP where Stella had been on for a short amount of time and after witnessing him murder George, he had promised not to kill her. Two seconds later, he had killed her. That was when she had decided to log off for the day and for a while.

“That was, haha, that was an accident. Swear. I paid for my mistakes.” Tommy giggled a little and Stella shook her head, stepping closer to the two boys in front of the Camarvan who shuffled closer together in order to try and protect the inside. “You don’t wanna go in Wilbur’s house. Wilbur doesn’t want you in his house-“ “Now, hang on.” “Wilbur, no!” barneymosby OH MY GOD????

daisypop he’s flirting so hard lol

wilburlove jealous :/

marshmallow2 mans whipped over a voice and some pixels

harveymugtype JASNSJSKDJD IM SCREAMING

Stella smiled as she read the chat, hoping that a warm blush wasn’t dusting her cheeks as she listened to Wilbur’s shameless flirting. It was most likely his character but it had been a shock - she didn’t know what she was expecting, maybe someone like Tubbo that she had seen or even like Dream, who was suave but had never flirted with Stella this much. Maybe a few comments here and there but Wilbur was something different - chat seemed to notice it.

drdouche she’s blushing lmao

“What’s going on here?” A new voice joined the call, and a new figure approached the Camarvan. Sapnap was joining them, a friend of Stella’s also, and she mentally thanked him for coming to save her when he had. In a panic, Tommy and Wilbur looked at one another. “Stella, what’s up?” “Something fishy’s going on here, Sap.” She replied as Sapnap’s character came close beside her, staring down Tommy and Wilbur just as she was doing with the same little air of authority. “I’m trying to figure it out.” And so began the long and not necessarily gruelling stream that Stella had once thought it would be. As she and Sapnap discovered Tommy and Wilbur’s secrets in the back of the Camarvan, the time flying by didn’t even matter to her as she spoke to her old friend and new friends through her microphone. Chat had never seen her this happy and upbeat, from the way she had to keep muting herself every time she decided to laugh horrendously loud at Tommys joke and how Wilbur immediately responded with something even funnier. Sapnap had his little giggle but if Stella laughed like she did into the call, they wouldn’t be able to continue or finish the plot of the stream they were in.

It was so enjoyable that she didn’t even realise when they hit the 50 minute mark of her stream, it was only when a chatter recollected that Stella normally didn’t stream for very long that she realised it herself and her eyes almost bulged out of her head. Let’s wrap it up, she typed into the Discord chat, laughing at something Wilbur said as she watched Tommy laugh through his camera he had turned on. None of the others did. But soon after they had seen her message, the content for that stream came to a close and the four of them respectively deafened on call so they could close their own streams.

“- so flustered.” Sapnap was finishing a sentence as Stella undeafened, announcing her own arrival with a little greeting that made Sapnap gasp a little but he only greeted her back in his usual fashion. “Hey, Stel." “So your name is actually Stella Sweet?” Wilbur asked and looking at the call, she noticed that he now had his camera on too and was playing with a little fidget toy in his hands. Stella had one of her own on the side of her desk but hadn’t needed to pick it up that stream - it made her smile that she wasn’t the only one. “That’s a cool fucking name.” “Thank you.” She grinned, taking a sip of her water before turning her own camera on to join the two other boys - Sapnap remained hidden. Tommy chuckled a little as Wilbur's fidgeting paused for a second as her face and the office behind her appeared on the call. “Also, I completely butchered your name earlier so I apologise before you see the clips.” “That’s why chat was calling me Wilmur Spot.” Wilbur dragged out in realisation whilst laughing and Stella went red, covering her face with her hands at her blunder that was probably going to become another inside joke for their audiences. All because she didn’t know him sooner…it seemed like a mistake not to know this guy. The guy who had just sent her a Discord friend request. “I was so confused." “You’re both so British.” Sapnap mumbled, receiving a crude middle finger from Stella as she pushed it towards her camera. She knew that he could see her from the way he giggled a little under his breath when she took it away with a smirk full of humour and quickly accepted Wilbur's request.

“They're Southern.” Tommy corrected Sapnap, holding up a finger at the camera whilst Stella and Wilbur rolled their eyes in unison at Tommy's words. He noticed and couldn't help the little grin that grew larger on his face. “I’m not as posh as them. Brighton boy Wilbur and Stella…I don't know where Stella's from.” “Brighton boy?” Stella repeated after she had choked on a little bit of water after hearing the stupid nickname for Wilbur - her eyebrows were furrowed a little and Wilbur simply nodded with a little smirk on his face as Tommy sputtered a laugh at his own creativity. “Wilbur, you live in Brighton?" "Why the tone of surprise?" Wilbur asked, running a hand in his brown fluffy hair and swiping it to one side whilst his lip curled up in a smirk at the small look of shock and disbelief on Stella's face. Tommy made a little expression at Wilbur's smirk and Sapnap's laugh echoed in the background. "Do you not like Brighton? Are you a London girl, Watford maybe?" "No, no, it's not that." Stella laughed, adjusting her headphones and stretching back a little. George lived in London and Stella visited him often, but she couldn't move there and uproot her family no matter how much she craved to spend time with her best friend more than she did. Wilbur listened interestedly, twisting in his office chair as he watched her box on call. "It's just that I live in Brighton, too." "No way." He sat up straighter, eyebrows raising on his forehead before he placed his fidget toy down. Tommy and Sapnap milled around doing their own things in the back of the call such as keyboard clacking and mouse clicking, but Wilbur simply looked around him and examined Stella once more. "Are you in an office of some kind? Which- Which office block are you in, we might be in the same building." "I'm at home." Stella shook her head, trying not to smile at Wilbur's slightly open mouth as he settled back into his chair less excited than he had been at the prospect of them being in the same building by coincidence. "We installed a kitchen island recently and with all the attention coming in, I didn't really want people seeing my bedroom so I decided since we have an island and we have chairs, why do we need a separate dining room. It's quite small anyway, but I just thought why not make it into an office, y'know? Tad uncivilised but hey, I'm a minecraft streamer." "And what does your partner do?" Wilbur asked with a hint of curiosity and the clacking of Tommy's keyboard paused and Stella watched as the younger boy's eyes flitted back to the call whilst Wilbur ran a hand through his hair again and pursed his lips.

"Oh, I don't have a partner." Stella widened her eyes a little, picking up her bottle of water again and tipping it back as she drank a little. Tommy continued to peer into their conversation a little but Sapnap carried on clicking, he knew most things about Stella's life. "When I say we, I mean me and my son. I act like a 7-year-old helps me make decisions when all he does is watch fucking Lego Ninjago." "How old are you?" Tommy asked in shock, his mouth falling open as Wilbur rushed to reprimand both Tommy's tone and his question. Both boys flushed red, Wilbur in embarrassment, Tommy in embarrassment also but in a bit of humour also. Sapnap chuckled mysteriously again from his hidden section of the call.

"Tommy! You can't just fucking ask that." "It's fine, Will." Stella laughed a little herself, shaking her head at Tommy who put his hands on his face and dragged them down his face with an awkward laugh. Wilbur rolled his eyes but was still a little red from the question Tommy had asked, he almost didn't notice the shortened name. Almost. "Tommy, I'm 23. Almost 24, I've got like a couple weeks." "You're 23 and you have a 7-year-old?" Tommy asked and Stella shifted a little waiting for the realisation, Wilbur looked on in horror with his hands over his face whilst Tommy dug a whole deeper. Sapnap tutted as Tommy mentally did the math. "But that would mean- oh." "Yep." "So sorry." "Yep." "It's okay, Tommy, there's been worse reactions." Stella smiled warmly and every tense muscle from Tommy's shoulders melted at her reassurance, she didn't seem to be too bothered. But Wilbur still looked a little reserved from the call as his keyboard began clacking more. "For example, Sapnap." "I don't know how many times I can tell you that it was the food that made me throw up!" Sapnap immediately started defending himself against Stella's accusation. Since first meeting each other online through a call, Stella had talked about her teen parentage and Sapnap had proceeded to be sick in response.

That had been followed by an awkward silence from the people on the call: Stella, George, Sapnap, Dream. Stella had pursed her lips and debated on messaging George about it when Sapnap quickly returned to apologise profusely, claiming it was simply food poisoning. From that moment, the group had a little inside joke between them concerning the events of Stella's past and every time, it enraged Sapnap to no end.

"I promise I didn't throw up because of that!" Sapnap continued almost shouting through his microphone, this had made Tommy lose it as the boy smacked and banged his desk over and over with shrieks akin to an eagle's flying out of his mouth. Whilst Stella grinned at her friend's yelling, a direct message notification took her by surprise and she checked her recent Discord conversations.

Wilbur Soot I'm so sorry about Tommy. He doesn't know how to people.

Stella Sweet haha don't worry about it, he seems to be alright laughing at Sapnap

Wilbur Soot I bet they wouldn't even realise if we left the call.

Stella Sweet probably not. fools who run their mouths off wind up dead.

Wilbur Soot YOU KNOW HAMILTON?

Stella Sweet HAHAHAHA YOUR FACE you got so excited also yes i know Hamilton, non-stop is my starting soon song

Wilbur Soot Have you seen it on Disney Plus?

Stella Sweet noooooo i don't have disney plus but i've been wanting to watch it so bad

Wilbur Soot Since we're both in Brighton, why don't you come over and watch it with me sometime? Because I have Disney Plus And it's easily accessible And so you don't have to pay for an extra expense

Stella Sweet that'd be so good it's a date

Wilbur Soot is typing… Stella Sweet metaphorically speaking

Wilbur Soot Of course. I don't know how I've never seen you before, I feel like I've seen everyone in Brighton at least once.

Stella Sweet maybe we've passed each other before and you don't remember

Wilbur Soot I'd definitely remember you.

"Stella, what the fuck are you grinning at? I DIDN'T THROW UP BECAUSE OF YOU!" Sapnap's loud voice broke her out of her little conversation with Wilbur, her eyes returning to the call as Sapnap's mic crackled under his tone and his volume. Tommy was still laughing, banging on his desk but all Stella did was look at her face in the camera and notice the red on her cheeks.

"Nothing, I just read something. It was funny." She smiled a little, trying to avoiding looking at Wilbur's box where he chewed on his bottom lip in an attempt to keep a grin in before he leant his head on his fist and let his eyes swap back to the call. "I think I'm gonna go ahead and call it a night, boys. I'm tired." "Don't text the group chat when you wake up, you'll wake me." Sapnap said through the call and Stella nodded as she began to close down all of the open tabs and applications she had. Every morning she sends her daily good morning text to the group chat with herself, Dream, George and Sapnap - George responds but the Americans remain asleep.

"Okay, okay, I get it, goodnight." "GOODNIGHT." "Night, Stel. Love you, honey bun."

Stella grimaced at Sapnap's words and he laughed loudly as a response to her disgusted expression.

"Goodnight, Stel." "Night night, Wil."

The sound of the first person leaving the call echoed through all of the boy's headphones and for a couple of seconds, they all remained silent apart from the clicking of mouses and keyboards. Tommy looked to the call and looked at Wilbur and the man's smile whilst he looked at a separate monitor, Wilbur met eyes with Tommy after being stared at for a while and tilted his head at the young boy who would not stop glaring.

"You two were definitely flirting just then."

"Oh, 100 fucking percent."

Let's just save everyone some time and annoyance. Instead of posting my entire Spotify library one track a time, cluttering up your dash, here's my top 200 songs (minus the X-Files soundtrack...) so that those who care can look.

Top - Live

Carry on Phenomenon - Kishi Bashi

Gillian Anderson - DeRita Sisters

T.B.D. - Live

Philosophize In It! Chemicalize In It! - Kishi Bashi

The Sandman - PJ Harvey

All Over You - Live

Fall - Davido

Crystal Ship - The Doors

Everyday - Weyes Blood

Shit Towne - Live

Sylvia - The Antlers

Theme for Scanty and Knee Socks - TeddyLoid

Fighting With the Melody - Jimmy Urine

Prometeme - Monsiuer Perine

Doctor Blind - Emily Haines and the Soft Skeleton

Selling the Drama - Live

Bad Girls - Donna Summer

Paralyzer - Finger Eleven

Get It Up - MSI

Stage - Live

Hollywood Baby - 100 Gecs

Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens

Jesusland - Ben Folds

Broken - UNKLE

Like a G6 - Far East Movement

Sober - Fidlar

A&W - Lana Del Rey

Twilight Time - The Platters

Witch - the bird and the bee

The Perfect Drug - NIN

Mulder and Scully - Catatonia

Concerning the UFO sighting - Sufjan Stevens

Freezing - Mozella

Epilogue - The Antlers

I Alone - Live

Never Wanted to Dance - MSI

A Lot's Gonna Change - Weyes Blood

Iris - Live

Obstacle 1 - Interpol

Jinja - Olamide

The Heaviest Matter of the Universe - Gojira

The Less I Know the Better - Tame Impala

Waitress - Live

Starman - David Bowie

Death is a Girl - Mini Mansions

My Gun - Tove Lo

TAIL - SUNMI

Sheisty - Trinidad James

Come on Eileen - Dexys Midnight Runners

Close to You - Carpenters

Eventually - Tame Impala

Never Let Me Down Again - Depeche Mode

The Dam at Otter Creek - Live

Intro/Pathos, Pathos - Kishi Bashi

Mulder, It's Me - Roach Coach

Take What's Mine - Baumer

Patty Hearst - Jimmy Urine

Oblivion - Grimes

Wonderboy - Tenacious D

Andromeda - Weyes Blood

MY GOD! - Tessa Violet

Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode

Here Comes the Hotstepper - Ini Kamoze, Salaam Remi

Volverte a Ver - Monsieur Perine

Get Over It - OK Go

money machine - 100 Gecs

Knife Prty - Purity Ring

Loser - Beck

I-E-A-I-A-I-O - System of a Down

Gasolina - Daddy Yankee

Scroll Patrol - Rinse and Repeat

Sleep - Conjure One, Rhys Fulber

Every Third Thought - David Duchovny

Somebody's Watching Me - Rockwell

Attack - System of a Down

Seether - Veruca Salt

Fucking Boyfriend - the bird and the bee

Something Good Can Work - Two Door Cinema Club

Funkin' Around - Outkast

867-5309 - Tommy Tutone

Attitude - Buggin

Son of Sam - Elliot Smith

Goatmeal - LustSickPuppy

RIDE IT - LustSickPuppy

Space Oddity - David Bowie

All I Really Want - Alanis Morissette

She Blinded Me With Science - Thomas Dolby

The Government Knows - Knower

Don't Worry About the Government - Talking Heads

Somewhere Only We Know - Keane

Crystal Ball - Keane

Life on Mars? - David Bowie

Road to Nowhere - Talking Heads

She's An Angel - They Might Be Giants

Sci-Fi Wasabi - Cibo Matto

Yours Truly, 2095 - ELO

How to Disappear Completely - Radiohead

In the Backseat - Arcade Fire

Oh Comely - Neutral Milk Hotel

La Mer - NIN

Burn the Witch - Radiohead

Galaxies - Laura Veirs

Scientist - The Dandy Warhols

Stella was a diver and she was always down - Interpol

Hurt - NIN

Female of the Species - Space

Lithium - Nirvana

Black - Pearl Jam

Karma Police - Radiohead

Hungry Like the Wolf - Duran Duran

Who Can it Be Now - Men At Work

Gila Monster - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard

The Boy with the Thorn in His Side - The Smiths

Live Fast, Diarrhea - The Vandals

Screaming Infidelities - Dashboard Confessionals

OG! - JPEGMAFIA

MakeDamnSure - Taking Back Sunday

Freak Mode - Dorian Electra

Welcome to Earth (Pollywog) - Sturgill Simpson

Origin of Love - MIKA

The Curse of Curves - Cute is What We Aim For

love nwantiti - CKAY

Adore You - Miley Cyrus

On & On - Longpigs

Dumb - KOPPS

Anubis - Septicflesh

Girls on Film - Duran Duran

Friday I'm in Love - The Cure

Andrew in Drag - The Magnetic Fields

Water of the Gods - The Changes

La Gozadera - Gente De Zona

Violent Pornography - System of a Down

You Sexy Thing - Zella Day

Heart Burn - SUNMI

Party Time - The Northern Boys

Dani California - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Island in the Sun - Weezer

Babooshka - Kate Bush

Californication - Red Hot Chili Peppers

What Kind of Name is Love – Big Kid

Hacker – Death Grips

Space Age Love Song – A Flock of Seagulls

The Way We Talk – The Maine

Walking on a Dream – Empire of the Sunday

Neighbour – Mother Mother

Slow Dancing – Aly & AJ

To the Hellfire – Lorna Shore

Los Ageless – St. Vincent

So Hot You’re Hurting My Feelings – Caroline Polachek

Me and Bobby McGee – Janis Joplin

The Message – Grandmaster Flash

Maria – HWASA

Mothercreep – FKA Twigs

Locket – Crumb

When You Die – MGMT

I Want You – Mitski

Ghost Town – The Specials

joke! - SE SO NEON

You Oughta Know – Alanis Morissette

Propagation – Com Truise

No Rest for the Wicked – Lykke Li

Genghis Khan – Miike Snow

Kettering – The Antlers

Just Say Yes – Snow Patrol

Take a Walk – Passion Pit

Major Tim – Shiny Toy Guns

Neighborhood #2 (Laika) – Arcade Fire

Genius Next Door – Regina Spektor

More Than Words – Extreme

Creature Comfort – Arcade Fire

Dark Red – Steve Lacy

Let It Happen – Tame Impala

Crimewave – Crystal Castle

Church – Aly & AJ

Better Things – Passion Pit

Tulsa Jesus Freak – Lana Del Rey

cellophane – FKA Twings

Insane in the Brain – Cypress Hill

Me and My Husband – Mitski

Duality – Slipknot

Send Me an Angel – Infected Mushroom

Lady – Regina Spektor

Girl Loves Me – David Bowie

I’m Yer Dad – GRLwood

Hollywood Junkyard – The Bobby Lees

Disco Heaven – Lady Gaga

Helplessness Blues – Fleet Foxes

Such Great Heights – The Postal Service

In Cauda Venenum – The Dear Hunter

The Other Side – Pendulum

Bruma – MOL

Alrighty Aphrodite – Peach Put

Prince Johnny – St. Vincent

Shake It – Metro Station

You Are the Right One – Sports

Now We Can See – The Thermals

Body – Mother Mother

Kids – MGMT

I Will Possess Your Heart – Death Cab For Cutie

I know someone has already made bc as winx club but i personally disagree with the character choices. So here is mine:

Bloom - Niko: main character syndrome

Stella - Joel: blond and a bit self centered but always means well

Flora - Joonas: color pink and plants, can seem a bit light-headed but is smart

Musa - Aleksi: pale skin and dark hair, obsessed with music

Tecna - Olli: "handles all the techinal stuff in such a professional way"

Layla - Tommi: not there about half of the time

hmmmm this bc x winx makes sense too, especially how you put Niko as Bloom. really can’t decide if Joel or Niko could be Bloom since yk, they’re the frontmen and the centre of attention anyway 💀

also Aleksi as Musa is like a perfect match 😌💕

‘5-line’ fic Masterpost

Here are all the fics I’ve written in response to this challenge. Happy reading!

Main Masterpost

- M A R V E L

Tony x Peter (“I’m proud of you, kid.”)

Tony x reader (“Can I have a go in the suit?”)

Clint x reader (“No, no, don’t worry—it’s fine.”)

Zemo x reader (“I apologise. I did not mean to wake you.”)

Steve x reader (“It’s three am! Where have you been?”)

Tony x reader (“Can I hug you?”)

Steve x reader (“Say that again looking at my face.”)

Tony x Peter (“C’mere, kid.”)

Peter P x reader (“Honour is dead but I’ll see what I can do.”)

Sam x reader (“You lose. I tickle. Deal?”)

Bucky x reader (“Don’t make me chase you.”)

Bucky x reader (“I couldn’t sleep by myself.”)

Bucky x reader (“Wait, what are you going to do with that?”)  

Bucky x reader (“I may have accidentally adopted a dog. Don’t be mad?”)

- T H E  W I T C H E R

Geralt x Lambert x OC (Geralt was beginning to think he should never have introduced Akela to the other witchers.)

Geralt x Lambert x reader (“Poke me again and see what happens.”)

Geralt x Jaskier x OC (“For someone who’s totally selling the monster-killing, impassive mystique, you’re surprisingly kid-friendly.”)

Geralt x Jaskier x reader (“For the first time in my life, I genuinely want to thow my lute in the ocean.”)

Geralt x reader (Waking up face down in the dirt didn’t surprise him. The fact that said dirt was in a rose garden, did.)

Geralt x reader (“I’m bleeding!”)

Jaskier x reader (“I’ll always be there for you.”)

Geralt x reader (“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”)

Geralt x reader (“Where’s Roach?”)

Geralt x reader (”What the hell are you holding and why is it... wriggling?”)

Geralt x reader (“You have a stick in your hair.”)

Geralt x reader (“You know I love you.”)

- C H I C A G O  F I R E

Kelly x reader (“I didn’t mean to make you cry!”)

Kelly x reader (“Did you just throw that at my head?”)

Sylvie x Stella x Gabby x reader (“You are being stupid and reckless.”)

Kelly x reader (“What is this?”)

Otis x Cruz x Hermann x Boden x OC (“Am I interrupting something?”)

Matt x reader (It was a child this time.)

- S T R A N G E R  T H I N G S

Hopper x reader (“I don’t like that look. What happened?”)

Eddie x reader (“Dads are overrated.”)

- D O C T O R  W H O

Twelve x reader (“Stop throwing books at me!”)

Nine x reader (“Why did you lie?”)

- S U I T S

Harvey x reader (“I can’t believe you just said that.”)

Harvey x Mike x reader (“Someone come get their kid!”)

Harvey x reader (“It’s not bragging if it’s true.”)

- T H E  U M B R E L L A  A C A D E M Y

Five x reader (“I was looking for you.”)

Diego x reader (“What does the winner get?”)

- S U P E R N A T U R A L

John x reader (“You did this to get my attention and now you fully have it. Let’s hear it.”)

Dean x Sam (“You’re okay, Sammy.”)

Dean x reader (“I love you.”)

Dean x John x reader (“Are you really reading right now?”)

- G R E Y ‘ S  A N A T O M Y

Alex x reader (“That wasn’t a very good idea, was it?”)

Derek x reader (“Am I in trouble?”)

Owen x reader (“Ouch. That must’ve hurt.”)

Derek x reader (“What did I say about sneaking into the OR gallery?”)

Mark x reader (“Not if you can’t catch me.”)

George x reader (“Stop poking me!”)

Derek x Addison x reader (“I’m not going.”)

- B R I D G E R T O N

Anthony x reader (“You told me you’d teach me how to shoot. This isn’t teaching.”)

Anthony x Benedict x Colin x Eloise x reader (“That’s as big as my balls!”)

Benedict x reader (“She says you’re ignoring her.”)

- T H E  W A L K I N G  D E A D

Daryl x reader (“What’re you doing in my room?” “You’re literally in my bed.”)

Daryl x reader (“What if I can’t do it?”)

Negan x reader (“You know, this is not what I imagined when you asked me to pose for you.”)

Daryl x reader (“I’m just disappointed.”)

- D A R E D E V I L

Matt x reader (“Do you want this soup or not?”)

Matt x reader (“He felt lucky tonight.”)

- P E A K Y  B L I N D E R S

Tommy x reader (“Talk to me, okay? I need to know what’s going on.”)

Ada x reader (“How do you deal with it? All this shit?”)

Tommy x reader (“Oh my God, do you ever stop talking?”)

Arthur x reader (“We really gonna have to do this again, little girl?”)

- W H I T E  C O L L A R 

Neal x reader (“You have got to stop doing this.”)

Neal x reader (“Yay! You came home!”)

- T R U E  B L O O D

Eric x reader (“I thought you didn’t like Christmas.”)

Eric x reader (“Can I show you something?”)

Eric x reader (“At what point did you think stealing my car would be a good idea?”)

- T W I L I G H T

Carlisle x Emmett x reader (“There’s an art to getting your way, and spitting watermelon seeds across the table isn’t it.”)

Emmett x reader (“What the hell did you… on second thought, I don’t wanna know.”)

Jasper x reader (“Just because you’re a vampire, it doesn’t mean you can automatically win.”)

Carlisle x reader (“You look nice.”)

- A Q U A M A N

Orm x reader (“Why do you care?”)

Arthur x reader (”Go away. I’m not five and I don’t have to listen to you.”)

-  T H E  M U M M Y

Rick x Ardeth x reader (“If I walk any further, my legs will fall off.”)

- O U T L A N D E R

Claire x reader (“On a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about wigs right now?”)

- V I R G I N  R I V E R

Jack x OC (“You aren’t allowed to hit me. Stop it.”)

- S H E R L O C K

Sherlock x reader (“Hey! I’m not that small! Anymore.”)

- E N O L A  H O L M E S

Sherlock x Enola x reader (“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”)

- P I R A T E S  O F  T H E  C A R I B B E A N

Jack x reader (“I’m not afraid to die.”)

- F U L L  H O U S E

Jesse x reader (“I told you not to come, Uncle Jesse.”)

- S T A R  T R E K

Jim x reader (“I swear I won’t break anything.”)

- T H E  V A M P I R E  D I A R I E S

Damon x Stefan x reader (“Humans are dispensable.”)

- X - M E N

Charles x reader (“Did you just say ‘fight me’ to a wall?”)

Erik x reader (Mutations are a bitch.)

- T R A N S F O R M E R S

Optimus x reader (“If you don’t know how to follow an order, perhaps you shouldn’t be here.”)

- T O L K I E N

Aragorn x Merry x Pippin (“Aragorn, do you think elves are ticklish?”)

- D I V E R G E N T

Four x reader (“I think I sprained my ankle.”)

- V  F O R  V E N D E T T A

V x reader (“I’m brushing your hair. It’s a mess.”)

- G A M E  O F  T H R O N E S

Jorah x reader (“Do you feel better?”)

Hi, this post is all/stuff about me!

· My name is Wuggy(not irl). It is a nickname.

· I identify as girlflux, and I use she/they pronouns.

· I'm under the age of 15.

· I am a lesbian.

· I am ambiamorous(meaning that I don't care if i'm in a monogamous relationship or a polyamorous relationship).

· I'm a big feminist and I'm all for women's rights.

· I'm athiest.

· I love art and will post some of my art here.

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As I said I am under 15 so DO NOT send me anything that is for 18+ people otherwise I will block you.

If you send me ask's about topics like roe v wade, abortion rights, LGBTQIA+ rights, etc, etc, and SPECIFICALLY SAY that you want me and you to debate about that stuff, I will. Ps: leave something for me to know you by that way I don't get people mixed up.

DNI if you are homophobic, transphobic, and/or ableist.

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These are the fandom's i'm in and who I will write for, but please understand that I am not good at writing, and I will not always update because I lose motivation very easily.

· Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel

Stolas, Stella, Octavia, Blitzø, Millie, Moxxie, Luna, Fizzarolli, Asmodues, Verosika Mayday, Charlie, Vaggie, Angle Dust, Husker, Sir Pentious, Alastor, Lucifer, Vox, Velvette, Carmilla Carmine, Rosie, Adam, and Lute.

· Voltron: Legendary Defender

Allura, Lance, Keith, Hunk, Pidge, and Shiro.

· My Little Pony

The mane six, and The princesses.

· My Hero Academia

Class 1A, Class 1B, The teachers, most pro heroes, and the League of Villains.

· Demon Slayer

Almost all of them.

· Death Note

Again, almost all of them.

· She-ra and The Princess of Power

All of them.

· The Dragon Prince

All of them.

· Red Dead Redemption 2

All of them.

60 Seconds game

All characters.

Wednesday 2022

All characters.

Bryce Tankthrust

S.W.A.T

Hondo, Decon, Luca, Street, Tan, and Chris.

Steven Universe

Pearl, Amethyst, Garnet, Peridot, Lapis, and Bismuth.

The Owl House

Luz, Amity, Willow, Gus, Hunter, Camila, Eda, Raine, and Lilith.

The Last of Us(HBO)

Joel, Tess, and Ellie.

Sweet Tooth

Gus, Tommy Jepperd, Bear, Aimee, Rani Singh, Dr. Aditya Singh, Wendy, General Abbot, and Johnny Abbot.

The Promised Neverland

All characters.

Yuri!! On Ice

All characters.

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My rules for writing.

Don'ts

I will not write smut.

Do NOT ask for NSFW pictures of me. If you do, you will be blocked as soon as I see it.

I will NOT do ANYTHING related to incest or pedophile's.

I don't do character x character things, I only do x reader.

I will only do female stuff as that is what I am comfortable doing.

I will not do ANYTHING related to yandere’s. I fucking hate that shit.

Do's

I will write hardcore angst, and maybe gore, IDK.

I will do LGBTQ stuff.

Thank you for reading!

MLQC kids -so far

So im just making this list to keep track of the MLQC kids I have made so far.

MC x Victor -Thomas (Tommy) Li

MC x Gavin - Daniel (Danny) Bai

MC x Lucien- Ophelia ?? Not sure what Lucien's last name is in Chinese.

Next up is Kiro and Mc and I'm probably making the child a girl, mostly to balance out the line up. Not sure what.

Update: Kiro x MC - Stella Chow

Maybe will do MC x Shaw but I kinda pair him up with my crack idea which is Shaw x Nikki. XD

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Coach Chalk & Saddle Mickie Leather Drawstring Bag.

What are the top fashion brands?

 In the ever-evolving world of fashion, staying on top of the latest trends and styles is paramount. Fashion enthusiasts constantly seek the crème de la crème of the industry, and that brings us to the burning question: What are the top fashion brands in 2023? Let's delve into the realm of haute couture and ready-to-wear to discover the most coveted names that are setting the tone for the fashion-forward.

Defining the top fashion brands:

Chanel - Timeless Elegance:

Chanel, synonymous with timeless elegance and sophistication, continues to be a frontrunner in the fashion industry. Renowned for its classic tweed suits, iconic quilted handbags, and the ever-popular fragrance, Chanel effortlessly blends tradition with modernity.

Gucci - A Fusion of Luxury and Edge:

Gucci, the Italian powerhouse, has redefined luxury with its eclectic designs under the creative direction of Alessandro Michele. From bold prints to the double-G logo, Gucci represents a seamless fusion of high-end fashion and contemporary street style.

Louis Vuitton - Mastering the Art of Craftsmanship:

Louis Vuitton stands tall as a symbol of unparalleled craftsmanship and luxury. The brand's signature monogram canvas and leather goods have become iconic, making it a status symbol worldwide.

Prada - Innovation and Avant-Garde:

Prada, known for its avant-garde designs and innovation, remains a trailblazer in the fashion industry. With a focus on modernity and unconventional aesthetics, Prada continues to push the boundaries of traditional fashion.

Versace - Bold, Sexy, and Iconic:

Versace, the epitome of bold and sexy, has been a trendsetter since its inception. With its distinctive Medusa logo and daring designs, Versace caters to those who embrace their individuality and aren't afraid to make a statement.

Exploring Trends within Top Fashion Brands:

Sustainability in Fashion:

Many top fashion brands are now embracing sustainability. Brands like Stella McCartney and Burberry are leading the charge in eco-friendly fashion, emphasizing ethical practices and responsible sourcing of materials.

Streetwear Dominance:

Streetwear has become a dominant force in the fashion industry, influencing both high-end and casual wear. Brands like Off-White and Supreme have risen to prominence, bridging the gap between luxury and street culture.

Inclusivity and Diversity:

The industry is experiencing a shift towards inclusivity and diversity. Brands such as Fenty by Rihanna and Savage x Fenty are celebrated for their commitment to representing a diverse range of body types and skin tones.

Digital Fashion and Technology Integration:

Fashion and technology are converging, giving rise to digital fashion experiences and tech-infused clothing. Balmain and Tommy Hilfiger are among the pioneers incorporating technology into their designs, creating a new dimension in the fashion landscape.

As we navigate the diverse landscape of the fashion industry, it's clear that the top fashion brands are not just purveyors of clothing; they are cultural influencers, trendsetters, and pioneers of change. Whether it's the classic elegance of Chanel, the daring designs of Versace, or the innovative approach of Prada, each brand contributes to the dynamic tapestry of the fashion world. As we move forward, staying attuned to the ever-evolving trends within these top fashion brands will undoubtedly keep you at the forefront of style in 2023 and beyond.

Drei ist keiner zu viel: Lustige Tiernamen für Trios!

Hey Leute! Wer von euch hat schon mal versucht, Tiernamen für Trios zu finden? Ja, das klingt vielleicht erstmal etwas ‍skurril, aber es ist tatsächlich ein Ding! Wenn ihr neugierig⁤ seid und erfahren wollt, wie man kreative ⁢Namen für Trios von Haustieren oder sogar Freunde ⁤entwickeln kann, seid ihr hier⁤ genau richtig. ⁢In diesem Artikel ​werfen ⁤wir einen Blick auf einige lustige und originelle Ideen, die euch​ helfen⁢ werden, euer Trio ⁤einzigartig zu⁣ machen. Also schnappt euch einen Stift und los geht's mit unserer Reise in die Welt der Tiernamen für⁤ Trios! Film: - Arlo, Nala und Maui - aus verschiedenen Disney-Filmen - Neo, Trinity und Morpheus - aus der Matrix-Trilogie - Frodo, Sam und Gandalf - aus Herr der Ringe - Max, Furiosa und Nux - aus Mad Max: Fury Road - Maverick, Goose und Iceman - aus Top Gun - Aragorn, Legolas und Gimli - aus Der Herr der Ringe - Simba, Nala und Rafiki - aus Der König der Löwen - Marty, Doc und Biff - aus Zurück in die Zukunft - Jack, Rose und Cal - aus Titanic Zeichentrick: - Dexter, Dee Dee und Mandark - aus Dexter's Laboratory - Tommy, Chuckie und Angelica - aus Rugrats - Marge, Homer und Bart - aus Die Simpsons - Bugs, Daffy und Porky - aus Looney Tunes - Timmy, Cosmo und Wanda - aus Cosmo und Wanda - Stan, Kyle und Cartman - aus South Park Comic: - Bruce, Clark und Diana - Batman, Superman und Wonder Woman aus DC Comics - Tony, Steve und Natasha - Iron Man, Captain America und Black Widow aus Marvel Comics - Black Widow, Hawkeye und Falcon - aus den Avengers - Batman, Robin und Catwoman - aus DC Comics - Wolverine, Storm und Cyclops - aus X-Men Literatur: - Frodo, Sam und Gollum - aus Der Herr der Ringe - Sherlock, Watson und Moriarty - aus Sherlock Holmes - Elizabeth, Mr. Darcy und Jane - aus Stolz und Vorurteil - Dorian, Basil und Lord Henry - aus Das Bildnis des Dorian Gray - Scout, Jem und Atticus - aus Wer die Nachtigall stört - Alice, Mad Hatter und Cheshire Cat - aus Alice im Wunderland Lustige Namen: - Espresso, Latte und Mocha - nach Kaffeesorten - Tango, Foxtrot und Echo - im NATO-Alphabet - Smiley, Winky und Grumpy - nach den sieben Zwergen - Pippin, Merry und Frodo - nach Hobbits aus Der Herr der Ringe Schöne Namen: - Luna, Orion und Stella - nach Himmelskörpern - Willow, Ivy und Rowan - nach Pflanzen - Harmony, Serenity und Bliss - nach positiven Emotionen - Luna, Orion und Nova - nach Himmelskörpern - Jasmine, Blossom und Petal - nach Blumen - Harmony, Melody und Serenade - nach musikalischen Begriffen Götter: - Athena, Apollo und Artemis - griechische Götter - Thor, Odin und Freyja - nordische Götter - Ra, Anubis und Bastet - ägyptische Götter - Hermes, Aphrodite und Dionysos - griechische Götter - Freyr, Idun und Balder - nordische Götter - Osiris, Isis und Horus - ägyptische Götter Kreative Tiernamen für Trios Als stolzer Besitzer einer ungewöhnlichen Haustiertrio, ‍ehrlich gesagt, war ich ziemlich ​überfordert, als es darum ging, ihnen passende Namen⁣ zu geben. Aber⁤ zum Glück bin ich auf eine Quelle der Inspiration gestoßen und habe⁤ einige ‌ entdeckt! Obwohl es ⁢herausfordernd war, habe‌ ich es geschafft, drei einzigartige Namen für⁤ meine ‍tierischen Freunde ⁣zu finden. Hier sind einige meiner Lieblingsideen: 1. ‍"Die Knuddelbande": Für mein Trio von niedlichen Meerschweinchen⁣ fand ich diesen Namen einfach‍ perfekt! Sie sind unglaublich⁤ verspielt und kuscheln⁤ gerne miteinander. Mit ihren flauschigen ​Bäuchen und der knuffigen Art haben sie diesen Namen wirklich verdient. 2.​ "Die fliegenden Künstler": Meine drei wellenartigen Sittiche sind ‌wahre Luftakrobaten ​und zeigen gerne ihre kunstvollen Flugmanöver. ‌Um⁢ ihre ​einzigartige Persönlichkeit widerzuspiegeln, nannte ich sie die fliegenden Künstler.⁣ Sie sind nicht nur⁢ talentierte Flieger, ⁤sondern auch ​echte Charaktere! 3. "Die Pfotenpatrouille":⁢ Für meine ⁣drei energiegeladenen Hunde ⁤entschied ich​ mich für‍ diesen coolen Namen. Sie sind⁤ wie eine ‍kleine Truppe, immer zusammen unterwegs ⁢und schützen ⁤unser ‍Haus.⁣ Mit ⁢ihren schnellen⁢ Pfoten‍ und ihrem treuen Wesen sind sie meine persönliche Pfotenpolizei! 4. "Die scharfen Schnäbel": Meine drei frechen​ Papageien sind bekannt für ⁤ihre​ lauten Gespräche und klugen Kommentare. Ihr scharfes Schnabelwerk beeindruckt mich immer wieder. ‌Daher war klar, dass "Die scharfen Schnäbel" ‍der ‌perfekte Name für diese schräge Truppe war! 5. "Die flauschigen Fünf": Okay, ich weiß, ⁣dass es einen Namen ‍für⁣ ein ⁢Trio gibt, aber ich konnte mich nicht entscheiden, welches meiner Hasen ich auslassen sollte. Also​ entschied⁤ ich ‍mich kurzerhand für fünf Namen! Diese‌ flauschigen Kreaturen ‌sind‍ so niedlich, dass ‌ich es‍ einfach nicht übers Herz gebracht habe, ⁣einen von⁤ ihnen zu vernachlässigen. Ich hoffe, diese Vorschläge helfen dir​ bei der ‍Namensfindung für deine Trio-Bande. Denke daran, deiner Kreativität freien Lauf zu​ lassen und die Persönlichkeiten deiner​ Tiere zu berücksichtigen.⁤ Ob‌ knuddelig, ‌flauschig oder frech – es‌ gibt unendlich viele Möglichkeiten für originelle Tiernamen!​ Viel Spaß beim⁢ Auswählen! Die‍ Bedeutung von ⁤passenden Tiernamen ⁤für Trios Als stolze Besitzerin​ eines Trios von Haustieren kann ich aus eigener⁢ Erfahrung sagen, dass die Wahl der passenden Tiernamen eine⁣ große Bedeutung​ hat. Es mag zunächst ​trivial erscheinen, aber die Namen spielen eine wichtige Rolle in der​ Kommunikation und Identifizierung unserer tierischen Gefährten. Hier sind ​einige Gründe, warum ich glaube, dass passende Tiernamen⁢ so wichtig sind: 1. ⁣Einzigartigkeit:‌ Jedes Tier ist ein ​Individuum und verdient einen Namen, der seine Persönlichkeit widerspiegelt. Indem wir jedem Tier​ einen einzigartigen Namen geben, geben wir ⁤ihm auch​ einen eigenen Platz in ‌unserer Familie. ⁢Das hilft uns, ⁤sie‌ besser voneinander zu unterscheiden und ⁤eine persönliche Bindung aufzubauen. 2. Leichte Unterscheidung: Ein ⁣Trio von Tieren kann zu einer kleinen Herausforderung werden, insbesondere⁢ wenn sie optisch ähnlich aussehen. Indem wir jedem‌ Tier​ einen individuellen Namen geben, erleichtern ‍wir nicht nur uns selbst, sondern auch unseren Freunden und Familienmitgliedern ‍die ⁢Unterscheidung. Das erspart uns peinliche ​Situationen wie ⁣"Welcher von‍ den⁣ dreien ist⁤ das⁤ jetzt?" 3. Verständigung: Ein sinnvoller Tiername kann die Kommunikation mit ​unseren​ Haustieren erleichtern. Wenn wir sie rufen, reagieren sie oft schneller und wissen, dass wir sie meinen. Nicht nur das, auch die Möglichkeit, den Namen ‍in Verbindung mit bestimmten Befehlen zu nutzen, kann ⁢ihnen ⁤helfen, schneller zu lernen und zu verstehen,⁣ was wir von ihnen wollen. 4. Erinnerungswert: Tierische Familienmitglieder ⁤begleiten uns oft ⁣viele⁢ Jahre. Ein ausdrucksstarker Name kann⁣ uns helfen, ‌uns⁤ an besondere Momente und ​Erlebnisse mit unseren Tieren‌ zu erinnern.‌ Wenn wir ⁤ihren ‌Namen ⁤aussprechen, kommen⁢ viele ‍schöne Erinnerungen hoch,⁤ die uns ein Lächeln aufs ​Gesicht zaubern. 5. Spaßfaktor: Gleichzeitig⁢ macht es einfach Spaß, ⁣passende Tiernamen für ein Trio auszuwählen. Es‌ ist die Chance, unsere Kreativität spielen zu⁢ lassen. Ob​ es sich um Namen mit einem gemeinsamen Thema, lustige ⁤Wortspiele⁢ oder inspiriert von ‍beliebten Filmen handelt, es gibt unendlich viele Möglichkeiten, die den Alltag ‌mit unseren Tieren auflockern und uns zum Lachen bringen​ können. Ganz egal, ob wir einem ​Trio von Hunden, Katzen, Vögeln oder sogar Reptilien Namen geben –‍ die Bedeutung von passenden ⁣Tiernamen für das Wohlbefinden⁢ sowohl der Tiere als auch ihrer Besitzerinnen ​und Besitzer sollte‌ nicht unterschätzt werden.‍ Es mag zwar nicht das Wichtigste im Leben unserer ⁤Vierbeiner sein, aber es trägt dazu bei,‌ dass unsere spezielles Trio einmalig und unvergesslich wird. Also​ investiert ein⁢ wenig Zeit und ⁣Kreativität in die Namen eurer Haustiere, ihr⁢ werdet es nicht bereuen! Tipps zur Auswahl der‍ besten ‌Namen ⁤für Tiertrios Als⁢ langjähriger Tierliebhaber und stolzer Besitzer von mehreren Tiertrios, möchte ich hier meine Tipps zur⁤ Auswahl der besten ‍Namen ‌für deine tierischen Dreiergespanne teilen. Die Wahl‍ eines passenden Namens ist nicht‌ nur wichtig, um deine Tiere zu identifizieren, sondern es macht​ auch Spaß und verleiht⁢ deinem Trio eine persönliche Note. 1. Gemeinsames Thema: Wenn du auf der Suche nach einem Namen für dein ⁢Tiertrio ⁣bist, solltest du ein gemeinsames​ Thema oder einen roten Faden überlegen. Zum⁢ Beispiel könntest du dich‌ für Namen‍ entscheiden, die auf eine bestimmte Farbe, ⁣ein Land oder eine Filmreihe Bezug⁣ nehmen. Diese thematische ‌Verbindung gibt deinem Trio einen⁢ einheitlichen‌ und ​einprägsamen Namen. 2. Charaktereigenschaften: Betrachte ‌die individuellen Persönlichkeiten‌ der Tiere in deinem Trio. Überlege, welche Charaktereigenschaften sie haben und wie sich diese⁤ in Namen ⁣widerspiegeln könnten. Wenn beispielsweise ein Tier besonders verspielt ist, könntest du ihm ‌den Namen "Flitzer" geben. Wenn ein‌ anderes Tier ruhiger und gelassen ist,‌ könnte ​es ⁢den Namen "Chill" tragen. Die Namen⁣ sollten die Wesenszüge und Verhaltensweisen ‌deiner Tiere widerspiegeln. 3. Wortspiele und ⁢Kreativität: Lass deiner Kreativität freien Lauf und spiele mit Wörtern und​ Buchstaben. Kombiniere die Namen deiner Tiere oder​ erfinde neue Namen, die lustig oder einzigartig sind. Ein Beispiel ‍könnte ‍"Pfoten-Gang" für​ ein Trio von Hunden sein. Denke außerdem daran, dass Namen ​in⁣ anderen Sprachen eine‌ zusätzliche Ebene des Spaßes und der Originalität ‍bieten. 4. Einfachheit:‌ Halte die Namen‍ deines Tiertrios einfach und leicht ‌auszusprechen. Lange oder⁢ komplizierte Namen können verwirrend⁤ sein⁣ und sind ‍schwer ​zu merken. Kurze,⁣ prägnante ⁣Namen sind nicht nur für dich, sondern ‍auch für ⁤andere einfacher zu behalten ⁤und erleichtern die Kommunikation mit ⁣deinen Tieren. 5. Beobachte⁤ und teste aus: Beobachte dein Tiertrio sorgfältig und beobachte⁢ ihr Verhalten. Schaue, wie gut die Namen zu ihnen passen und ob sie auf die Namen ​reagieren. Manchmal ⁢kann es mehrere Versuche ‍dauern, um den perfekten Namen zu ‍finden. Teste verschiedene Namen aus und achte darauf, wie deine Tiere auf sie⁢ reagieren. Wenn sie gut auf einen Namen reagieren, der ⁤zu ihrer Persönlichkeit passt, hast du einen Gewinner gefunden. Denk daran,​ dass die ​Wahl der Namen für dein Tiertrio ‌eine persönliche Entscheidung ist. Nimm dir Zeit, um zu experimentieren und die Namen zu finden, die‍ am‌ besten zu ​deiner einzigartigen​ Gruppe von Tieren passen. Mit etwas Kreativität und beobachtender ​Aufmerksamkeit wirst du sicherlich die besten Namen finden, die deine Tiertrio zum Strahlen bringen! Viel ‌Spaß beim Namensgeben⁣ und den Abenteuern​ mit deinem Trio. Fragen und Antworten rund⁣ um Tiernamen Tiernamen für Trios - Häufig‌ gestellte Fragen 1. Wie finde ich passende ‍Tiernamen für Trios? Als ⁤erfahrener ⁤Tierhalter und Namensgeber für Trios kann ‌ich ⁤Ihnen einige Tipps ⁣geben. Erstens sollten die Namen gut zueinander⁣ passen und ⁢harmonieren. Es ist‍ oft eine ⁢gute‌ Idee, ⁢thematische ⁢Namen ⁣oder Namen mit ​ähnlichen​ Bedeutungen​ zu⁤ wählen. Zweitens‌ können Sie sich von Filmen, Büchern, Mythologie oder⁢ sogar Alltagssituationen inspirieren lassen. Gehen Sie ruhig‍ ein wenig ⁤kreativ‌ vor! 2. Welche Arten⁢ von⁣ Tieren eignen sich für Trios? Die Wahl‌ der Tiere hängt von Ihrer persönlichen Vorliebe und den möglichen Kombinationen ab. Typischerweise eignen sich kleine Nagetiere wie Hamster, Mäuse oder Meerschweinchen gut für ‌Trios. Hunde und‌ Katzen ‍sind​ ebenfalls möglich, erfordern jedoch möglicherweise etwas ⁤mehr Aufwand.​ Denken Sie auch daran, dass die Tiere ⁣miteinander harmonieren sollten, um ein friedliches Zusammenleben ⁢zu ermöglichen. 3. Sollten die Tiernamen eine bestimmte⁣ Bedeutung haben? Die Bedeutung der Namen ist vollkommen optional. Einige‌ Tierhalter bevorzugen⁤ Namen mit ‍Bedeutungen, die zu den Eigenschaften oder Merkmalen⁢ ihrer Tiere passen. ‌Andere⁢ wählen ihre Namen rein nach ästhetischen⁢ oder⁢ klanglichen Gesichtspunkten aus.⁣ Es liegt ganz‌ bei Ihnen, welche Art‍ von Bedeutung oder Symbolik Sie den Namen Ihrer ​Tiere zuweisen möchten. 4. Wie finde ich Namen, ⁢die gut zueinander passen? Um Namen zu ⁢finden, die gut⁢ zueinander passen, können ‍Sie verschiedene Methoden ausprobieren. ⁤Sie können beispielsweise Namen mit ähnlichen Anfangsbuchstaben wählen oder Namen, die‌ auf ähnliche Weise enden. Sie könnten auch nach ⁢Namen suchen, ⁣die verschiedene Variationen desselben Themas repräsentieren. ‍Kreativität⁤ und das Ausprobieren⁤ verschiedener Kombinationen sind der Schlüssel. 5. ‍Was ist, wenn⁣ sich meine ‍Tiere nicht mit⁢ ihren‍ Namen identifizieren? Es ist wichtig zu bedenken, ‌dass⁣ Tiere nicht wirklich verstehen, welche Namen sie haben.‍ Sie reagieren eher auf Ihre Stimme und Ihr Verhalten. Wenn Ihre Tiere nicht auf ihre Namen reagieren,​ liegt der Fokus wahrscheinlich eher ‌darauf, eine starke Bindung zu Ihnen ⁤aufzubauen ⁢und klare ⁣Kommunikation zu etablieren, als die Namen ​zu ändern. Machen Sie sich ‌also ⁣keine Sorgen,‌ wenn Ihre⁢ Tiere nicht auf ihre Namen hören. Ich hoffe, diese⁤ FAQ⁤ hat Ihnen bei ⁢der‍ Namensfindung ‍für Ihre⁢ Trios geholfen. Viel Spaß bei der Auswahl und genießen Sie die Zeit mit Ihren Tieren! Und da habt ihr es,‍ Leute! Eine Menge lustige ⁣Tiernamen für Trios, die euch ⁢bestimmt zum ‍Lachen bringen werden. Egal ob es um eure drei Haustiere geht oder​ vielleicht um eine lustige Geschichte, die ​ihr schreibt –‍ diese Namen sind sicherlich​ ein Hingucker. Vergesst ‌nicht, eurer ​Kreativität freien Lauf zu‍ lassen und die Namen auf die Persönlichkeiten eurer Tiere abzustimmen. ‌Egal, ob es ​um die⁤ drei Musketiere, drei Stooges oder das berühmte Trio der⁣ Harry Potter Figuren​ geht,‍ es gibt unzählige Möglichkeiten, um⁤ euren Trio-Tieren ‍einen einzigartigen Namen zu geben. Also worauf wartet ihr ​noch? Lasst die lustigen Namen ⁤sprudeln und⁣ erfreut euch an⁢ eurem unvergleichlichen Trio! Lesen Sie den ganzen Artikel

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