#also sorry for being nasty I got inspired
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What You Need
no outbreak!neighbor!joel miller x afab!reader || W/C: ≈6.3k
Summary: You come home from a horribly stressful day at University to everything in your family home a complete mess only for you to take care of. Joel helps you and gives you exactly what you need.
Warnings: SUUUPER self indulgent (sorry guys - it makes for a good plot tho, so i’m not all that sorry <3). no use of “y/n”, age gap (22/42), LATINO JOEL MILLER (idc what anyone says, he needs a warning), established relationship, no physical descriptions of reader, pet names (darlin’, sweet girl, pretty girl, princess, etc.), reader “takes care of everyone but who takes care of her” plot, more porn than plot lol, [SMUT 18+ MDNI] daddy kink, sir kink, heavy on the D/s dynamic (reader falls into subspace), cockwarming, unprotected piv (don’t be like these 2 idiots), breeding kink, cum eating, creampie, finger fucking, finger sucking (briefly), choking, hair pulling, brief thoughts about anal, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, hickeys/marking kink, squirting!, toy use, fluffy ending… i think that’s it?? (dear lord pls forgive me, for i have sinned) if i missed anything, lmk pls!
Quick lil author’s note (see bottom for extended a/n): In all honesty, I wanna dedicate this (nasty) little one shot to @javierpena-inatacvest because if it wasn’t for our interactions as of late plus reading your “It’s Never Too Late” fic, I never would’ve said fuck it and just start writing with the intention of potentially showing it to the world. Thank you for inspiring me. You’re amazing & I literally love u so so much. You deserve phenomenal head all the love in the world for everything you do <3.
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It was a long day at university today, as per usual, but something about today completely drained you.
You went to bed past midnight last night because you were busy finishing up a paper, only to get up at 7am the next morning to spend the next 13 hours juggling between classes, assignments, and studying in your “free” time. By the time you were ready to head back home, you were on your very last thread, begging to snap. You also completely spaced on nourishing your body today, the only thing running through it being water and coffee — lots of coffee.
That’s not even the worst part. The worst part is that the minute you entered your family home, the entire house was an absolute mess, your pets weren’t given their food yet, and no dinner was made. And just like every other day since you grew into an acceptable height to reach the kitchen stove, you took care of it. All of it.
You were so grateful to your family for allowing you to stay at home during your undergraduate years. It makes your in-state tuition even cheaper, and you get the comfort of your own bed. You knew not many people could rely on their parents and family like this, so you don’t want to sound selfish when you think about how you really wish you had your own place right about now.
It’s been an hour and a half since you've been home, and you’re barely finishing up getting the food for your dogs when your phone dings in your back pocket.
Didn’t text me when you got home, baby. Everything okay?
It was from Joel. The neighbor directly across from you, and a quickly growing family friend of yours. Your heart both saddens at the fact that you forgot your unspoken ritual, but it swells at the way he can read you.
It all began at a small family party last year. You were 21 at the time, and for some reason you could not take your eyes off of your neighbor — who was 20 years your senior. It was always just shared glances or you bringing baked goods from your stress-baking endeavors, but at that party, there was a good period of time where your entire family went outside to the bonfire in the backyard to drink until their hearts gave out, leaving you with the dishes and a trashed house to clean. Joel noticed this, how much they relied on you. Whether it was coming over for a beer with your brothers or your father, or to fix an appliance for your older sister, they always walked all over you — when you did absolutely everything for them. So, he took matters into his own hands and went inside to help you clean up.
You insisted he didn’t need to, but you knew he wouldn’t let up. So, there, you two worked, harmoniously, straightening up your home in half the time it would normally take you by yourself. The second you completed the last task, you reached for the remote and plopped yourself on the couch, half expecting Joel to go back outside with your family. Except, he plopped himself on the couch right next to you with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen, “What are we watchin’, darlin’?”
“You know you could’ve stayed outside with everyone else, Miller,” you say as you turn your body to him with an eyebrow quirked up. He matches your expression, “Well, where’s the fun in that?”
You break into a breathy little giggle, satisfied with his comeback, and you turn on the TV. With your family completely occupied outside, it was easy for either of you to make a move. And although Joel had been planning to for the last few months before this party, you took matters into your own hands and lifted his arm closest to you, tucked yourself into his side and pulled his arm back around your body. He looked down at you, smirking at your boldness while your eyes remained fixed on the movie before you.
The next few hours of the night were filled with secret caresses and stolen kisses, and you have never felt more loved and appreciated in your life. From then on, you’ve been absolutely smitten with him, and he with you.
Instead of replying, you dial him instead. Not even a third ring goes by before he answers, “Baby.”
“Oh my god, hi, baby, I’m so sorry. I completely spaced. The minute I got home, the house was a mess, the dogs weren’t fed yet, dinner wasn’t even cooked, and I-”
“Mi amor,” he says with a deep breath, implicitly telling you to take one, “it’s okay, baby. I don’t wanna hear sorry from you. I’m sorry everythin’ is a mess, baby. Can I help? Need me to come over?”
Your rapid heart rate immediately starts to slow at how calming, ready and willing he is to give you anything you need. Your family would go absolutely insane if Joel just showed up right now with the sole intention of helping you take care of the home and yourself, but you don’t mention that. “No, baby, I promise I’m okay. I just need to relax. I need-” you pause for a moment to take another breath because you feel your body going panicky again. “I need…honestly, I just need you.”
After the shitty day you’ve had today, having to take control of every single thing, honestly all you really want, and need, right now is for your control to be taken away. You don’t want to think, you don’t want to decide, and you don’t even want to figure out your dinner even though you haven’t eaten all day.
He pauses for a moment, hearing the slight whine at your last statement. And just like that, Joel is at your rescue. “You need me, huh, babygirl?”
“Mhm, please.”
“Cross the street, darlin’, right now,” and he hangs up the phone.
You bolt out of your seat, and sprint straight to the front door, quickly locking it. You think to say something on the Ring camera, letting your family know you’ll be back, but you know they won’t even think twice at your absence. You already cleaned the house and took care of the animals they begged for but don’t care for — why else would they look for you?
Just in case they do check the cameras, however, you immediately veer to the left side of your driveway into the blind spots of your front door.
Within seconds, you’re at his door about to knock, but he’s already opening the door, whispering a soft hi followed by your name, and pulling you into a tight embrace. He pulls you away for a second, assessing your face, assessing your needs. He sees your brows pulled together, eyes glossed over, and a pout beginning to form. You don’t need soft and comforting. You need stern, dominating control. You need nothing but pure bliss, and he’s going to give that to you. But first:
“Safe words. Repeat em’.”
“Red for hard stop, yellow if I’m starting to get uncomfortable, and green to keep going.”
“That’s my girl,” he says and finally pulls you in for that rough, all-consuming kiss you’ve been craving. It’s a battle of teeth and tongue, and obviously he wins. His hands are roughly sliding down to the underside of your asscheeks, tightly pulling you into his hardening bulge. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, but pause for a moment because he never gave you permission to. He senses that, and pulls back for just a moment. “Such a good fuckin’ girl for me. Go ‘head, baby, touch me.”
You immediately bring your arms back up to grab ahold of him but too riled up in how he’s making you feel, you don’t notice the huge grumble your empty tummy makes. He pulls both your wrists back from his neck and puts an insufferable amount of space between you two.
He says your name, filled with both concern and slight anger. “When was the last time you ate?”
Silence.
He lets go of your wrist and grabs your chin between his pointer and thumb, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I’m not askin’ again, baby.”
“Y-yesterday night,” you stumble out.
“I’m not givin’ you a heavy meal ‘cause that’ll just upset your stomach, but I am fixin’ you somethin’. Go upstairs, change into the clothes on the bed, come back down and position yourself on the ottoman, like I taught ya last week, hm?”
Too enamored by his roughly smooth voice, all you can muster up is a nod. His eyebrow barely shifts, but that’s all a warning you need. “Yes, sir.”
Padding up into his room, already feeling your insides start to float, you reach the edge of his bed to see a pair of black cheeky boxers, and a thin, fitted black tee. You quickly strip off everything you arrived here in and slip on the garments he gave you. Wasting no time, you head back down in a bee line to the ottoman.
Like I taught ya last week, hm?
His words echo in your mind as you begin to recall last week’s endeavors.
You were straddling his lap for a while now, slowly swallowing each other’s moans and making every part of each other’s body ingrained into your memories. Until suddenly he pulls back, eyes dead set with intention. “You trust me, baby?”
“Always, Joel,” you say back with as stern a voice as possible, confused as to why he’d ask such a thing. “Can I teach you somethin’, then, darlin’?”
You pull him into one more kiss before you breathily tell him yes and pull yourself off his lap to stand before him, fully at his disposal.
He stands up, and without any verbal indications, he’s grabbing onto you and molding your body onto the ottoman in a position that begins to drift you off into subspace. You don’t know if it’s the fact that you're sitting on your knees with your legs tucked under you, or if it’s the slow drag of his hands caressing your inner thighs, pulling them farther apart from each other. Or maybe it’s the way he softly places your hands, palms up, atop of your thighs. Whatever the hell it is, you absolutely fucking love it.
He feels you melting into every little touch he makes and he notes every little moment you slip further and further into your space. “Doin’ okay, my sweet girl?” he asks, voice dark and sweet.
All you can pull out of yourself is a pathetic little whine and a head nod.
“This is position number one. Remember it. We’ll learn more later, but this’ll do just fine for a while, baby.”
And with that, he kisses you ever so softly but with such a dominating, addictive energy that you feel yourself try to push up into him, and immediately he pulls away.
“Sweet girl, Imma let it slide this time, but you do not move from this position unless given permission. Ya hear?”
You return to your original position and assure him how good you’ll be, “Won’t happen again, daddy, I promise.”
His jaw clenches at the honorific; that’s your number one tell that signifies you’ve completely submitted and fallen into subspace. He had originally planned on giving you what you asked for two days ago — “Please, Joel, I need you to fuck me, hard.” — but seeing you all docile and ready for him just makes him want to absolutely praise you in the most beautiful ways possible.
So that’s what he did. For hours. An hour of bending you over the ottoman to eat your pussy like a man who had all the time in the world, an hour of fingering orgasm after orgasm out of you while his mouth switched between licking and marking your tits, and a few hours after that just slowly fucking you into his mattress, caressing and loving on every single part of your body he could reach.
Let’s just say, your family didn’t see you for the rest of that day or the next, and you did not care one fucking bit.
You shuffle onto the ottoman, your form now perfected after secretly practicing each night to increase your endurance of staying in such a position for however long Joel needed you to.
You wait for about five more minutes before he comes back with a platter of all of your favorite fruits — strawberries, mangoes, and pineapple — and sits on the cushioned seat right in front of you. He melts at how good you sit for him, immediately disregarding his original plan and wanting you as close to him as possible.
“My good, beautiful girl,” he says softly, in a way that you’re not sure if it was even meant for you to hear, but you still melt nonetheless. “Come,” he says as he pats his lap while setting the plate off to the table beside him.
You shoot up like a lightning bolt, too excited at the thought of being able to feel him again, but before you can climb up, he grabs your hips, stopping you for a second. He slides his fingers into the hem of your underwear and slowly slides them completely off of you, setting them neatly on the ottoman behind you. He slowly reaches for his belt, then slides it off, letting it fall somewhere on the ground. You stand completely still, patiently waiting for whatever he’s going to give you, although your pussy is proving anything but patient.
He undoes the button and zipper of his jeans and signals for you to come up. “Take me out, cariño.”
You climb up on his thighs, not fully straddling him to give yourself some room to tug his jeans and boxers down enough to pull him free. You pull him free with a small moan escaping your lips, wanting to dart your tongue out and lick his angry tip, but he didn’t give his permission for that. So, you begrudgingly let him go, and wait for what comes next.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he states nonchalantly as if his dick isn’t absolutely begging for you to reach out and grab it. “You’re gonna sit on my cock, keep me nice and warm. Without moving. Only until you’ve eaten all the fruit on this plate will I think about what’s gonna happen next. Got it?”
Your voice trembles, “Y-yes, sir.”
He nods his head, while bringing his hand up to your mouth, signaling for you to let your drool fall. You scoot closer and lift your hips up while he pumps himself a few times to completely cover himself in your spit. With how much your cunt is dripping, you knew his lewd act was for his benefit and his only.
The second his tip catches at your entrance, you can’t control the high-pitch whine that falls from your mouth, and he can’t stop himself from gripping your hips with a bruising force in an attempt to keep from mercilessly pounding up into you right here.
“So f-fucking full,” you breath out as you sink lower and lower, to which he nearly growls with a strained, “So fucking tight.”
You finally bottom out, and you both take a moment to breathe and settle any impulsive thoughts of forgetting the purpose of tonight’s scene. You shift a little to adjust to settle your legs more comfortably at his sides, while he leans over to bring your plate of fruit closer. Both your actions together make you hiss in desperation.
“Color, baby?”
“Green, sir, green,” you promise him.
He smiles, genuine and bright, before his face goes dark and smug again. He picks up a piece of pineapple with his fingers. “Open.”
You lean in and take the sweet fruit from his fingers, making sure to lick any residual of the pineapple’s sweet juices. This goes on until you’ve finished every last piece he cut for you. Towards the last few pieces, your pussy was absolutely drenching his cock with your slick, both your thighs and his soaked. He could feel every pulse and every flutter, and no matter how patient he usually was, something in the air tonight was testing every ounce of his strength.
He sets the plate aside and licks a mix of fruit juices and your spit clean off his fingers. You watch him, completely entranced by the way his tongue wraps around his thick fingers, and you can’t help but feel such an aching need to throw yourself at him.
So you do. And to your surprise, he allows it. You pull both his arms to wrap around your middle and you push yourself into him for a searing kiss, whimpering for him to slip you his tongue. He indulges, and you immediately begin grinding your hips down onto his cock. He growls and wraps his arms tighter around you, adding more pressure into your grind, forcing you to break the kiss to regain your breath. “Fuck, baby. Such an impatient little one, aren’t ya?” He rasps out.
Your hips move faster at his words, trying to will yourself to say something, anything, but you can’t. He notices your effort. “It’s okay, I’ve got you, baby, hm?”
And with that — with the notion that he’ll take care of you with anything you need — you completely fall. “Y- yes,” you moan out, “Da- fuck- daddy’s got me.”
Ah, there she is. Daddy’s girl. His back straightens so he’s towering over you more. He grabs your jaw tightly while you continue to pleasure yourself on his dick, forcing you to hold his stare. “Oh, sweet girl, daddy’s always gonna give ya what ya need. Promise, baby. Now be the good little girl I know you are and cum for me.”
You can feel him meet every movement of your hips, coaxing your high out of you faster than you realize. The wet, squelch your pussy makes every time you suck him in is enough to make him release his load, but he won’t. Not until you’ve came more times than ever before, not until you’re left completely fucked dumb.
He snakes his hand down to the front, reaching for your clit, using his thumb to make mind-numbing, calculated circles. Your back arches at the sensation, head thrown back, and he brings his other free hand to the back of your neck to pull you closer into him. He ravishes your neck all over, sucking and biting all your weak spots, your pulse points, only to run his tongue over it in soothing motions, getting even more worked up at the marks that’ll form tomorrow. Then, he rips your shirt right in half, letting it fall to the ground. So much for makin’ you change, he thinks. He brings his mouth lower and lower, sucking one of your nipples in between his teeth, throwing you over the edge.
Your vision goes white, your entire body goes rigid, and your pussy uncontrollably flutters around his dick as he peppers your neck and chest with more kisses while you come back down.
Your body is now soft and pliant, fully ready for whatever more Joel is going to give you. Your head is still high up in the clouds, and it will be for a while, but he always knows how to take care of you. You feel him slowly lift you off his dick and you hear him groan as he looks down.
“God fucking damn, doll, look at you all over me. Such a fuckin’ mess.”
Your face heats up immediately, “I- I’m sorry, daddy, I-”
He grabs your jaw again and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue. He pulls away bringing your bottom lip with him until he lets go, letting it fall back into place, now wet with his spit. “Don’t fuckin’ apologize for that. You made daddy so proud, baby. So much so that you’re gonna do it again for me,” he says as he squeezes your ass cheek.
You squeak out a gasp and a breathy please. He stands up and makes his way to his bedroom with you still wrapped around him like a koala.
Immediately he throws you on the bed, and before you’re able to scramble up towards the pillows, he’s already pushing you up by the thighs and kneeling between your spread legs.
He releases one thigh for a quick second and holds his hand out, “Pillow, baby.” It takes your blissed mind one moment to register, but as soon as it does, you don’t waste a second, grabbing the pillow next to your head and eagerly handing it to him. He takes the pillow and taps your thigh twice, signaling for you to lift up. He secures the pillow under your hips then brings both his large hands back to the underside of your thighs, pushing your legs up so you’re nearly folded in half, giving him complete access to your dripping heat.
If there’s one thing about Joel Miller, it’s that he loves to make a fucking mess. You thought your first sensation would be one flat lick up your cunt, but instead you feel warmth. Wet and warm and everywhere, and finally you realize, he let his mouth fill with spit only to absolutely drench you with it. Once he’s satisfied with his mess only then does he dive into you like a man starved. Licking and pushing into your slit while the tip of his nose rubs against your clit has you climaxing in an instant, your back arching and your hips lifting as much as they can with the weight of his hands on your thighs keeping you in place.
He lets one hand slowly slide off your thigh and up your belly until he reaches one of your tits, switching between grabbing your entire breast and pinching your nipple. He continues to lick at you and circle your clit with his tongue until you’re a complete whining mess from the overstimulation. “Daddy, please,” you moan.
He lifts his head, eyes as black as ever, “I’ve got you, princess, you can take it.” He reluctantly breaks away from your cunt and kisses his way up your body, taking his time with sloppy, open mouthed kisses near your hip bone and your sternum, knowing those areas drive you crazy the most. He makes sure to bite a little extra hard in some areas on his journey up, knowing you love to admire all the marks and bruises he makes on you.
He sucks another bruise right underneath your jaw, making you push up into him more, while his hands continue to wander and grasp every part of your body that he can. Finally he reaches your mouth and gives you a sweet, long kiss to your mouth, distracting you enough that you don’t see him reach for the vibrator in the nightstand beside the bed. You feel him slide his hand back down your body, but you still don’t realize the vibrator’s presence until you feel the buzz directly on your clit.
Out of pure reaction, your hand flies to the nape of his neck and tugs sharply, all while obscenities fall pathetically from your mouth, “Oh- f-fuck, daddy, yes! J-just like that, please, please don’t stop…” The quick-paced, blinding pleasure builds so fast it cuts off your dirty mouth and reduces you down to moans and gasps and whines of daddy, daddy, daddy.
He slips two fingers into your pussy, sliding in with so much ease with how wet you are from a combination of your cream and his spit, all while he uses his other hand to push the vibrator into your bundle of nerves.
You don’t know whether it has been one minute or one hour of this, but all you know is that you’ve got sweat lining your forehead, beading down your body, and you absolutely can’t take the buzzing pleasure with the constant come-here motion with his fingers anymore, you have to let go. Although this time, it feels different than the rest of the times Joel has made you cum. This time… this time it feels like- you have to pee?
Immediately you start to panic and try to break away from his hold, unable to allow yourself to fucking pee all over him. “Daddy, wait! Please stop.. it- it feels different, like I.. I think I’m gonna pee..” you gasp, trying to articulate your thoughts while he continues his torture on your cunt.
His eyes go wide and it immediately registers for him, “Fuck, baby, don’t worry about that, just let go. Come on, daddy’s got you. You trust me?”
You hesitate for a moment, but still, you know the answer, “Y-yes, daddy.”
“Good, my princess. Cum for me, fuckin’ soak me. I told you I wanted another fuckin’ mess,” he demands and fucks you even harder with his fingers and increases the pressure of the vibrator.
You all but scream, definitely sure the neighbors can hear you, but you don’t give a fuck with the fireworks erupting behind your eyes and all throughout your body. Your body is still convulsing and you’re sure you’ve gone unconscious for a moment, but what brings you back to the Earth is the feeling of a warm, flat tongue licking you all over, cleaning you up. Then another sensation hits you: your bottom half is completely fucking drenched. You muster up all the strength you can to open your eyes and look down to see what’s going on.
You see your big, broad man licking you up so sweetly, but from his mouth down he is also absolutely soaked, down to the collar of his dark green shirt he was wearing.
Holy fuck. You fucking squirted. That was new. And with Joel’s reaction to it, you’re definitely sure that’s not gonna be the last time he pulls that out of you.
He doesn’t realize you’re up again until you’re softly calling his attention back up to you and not your pussy. He makes eye contact with you, and his eyes fucking sparkle. Yeah, there’s no way this was a one time kind of thing. He sits back up on his haunches and strips himself of his shirt. He never pulled his jeans back up from when you used him to get off in the living room, so his dick has been patiently waiting for attention since your last two orgasms.
He strips himself completely at the bottom half, too, leaving you with a perfect view of his toned chest, softer middle, and bulging arms and shoulders. Your cunt, all used and abused, fucking clenches on nothing at the naked sight of him. Of course, he fucking notices.
“Oh, my poor baby. She’s just fuckin’ beggin’ to be filled, huh?” His southern drawl always intensifies whenever he gets spurred on like this. And, fuck, if it doesn’t make you fold more than you already do.
You whine at his words and spread your legs even wider for him to see what’s rightfully his.
“Just beggin’ to get pumped full of my fuckin’ cum, huh, princess? Is that what she wants? That what my babygirl wants?”
“Please, daddy! Yes, that’s what I- what I need, daddy… need you ins- fuck- need you inside, daddy,” you ramble out, already fucked stupid but still begging for more. He situates himself on top of you, stopping your begging with a harsh kiss that leaves your already swollen lips throbbing. “Shhh, I’m gonna give you what you need, darlin’,” and he kisses you one more time as he begins to notch his tip at your entrance.
He hooks his arm underneath your knee, hiking your one leg up higher to open you completely. You feel him start to push in deeper, and neither of you can help the initial gasp of how good it feels to be consumed by one another. He leans down again to kiss you, unable to get enough of your lips on his, and you bring your hand back up to the back of his head, keeping him close to you, feeling the exact same way.
He completely bottoms out into you then, his breathing labored and you, a whimpering mess. No matter how many times you two have fucked, his sheer size always makes you feel like it’s the first time. He stays still to let you get used to the feeling again. You both lay there for a few minutes, kissing and consuming each other’s breaths and moans while he gives you rhythmic little grinds to stimulate your clit. Your pussy is sobbing at this point, enough wetness has accumulated that he’s able to slide right out until just the tip is in you and he pushes right back in, hard.
He fucks you hard, maintaining this rhythm for a while, completely consumed by the way you wrap around him so perfectly. What started off as one leg hiked up around him turned into a complete mating press, giving you the maximum sensation of his length and girth pumping in and out of you. He always gets so foul-mouthed whenever you two end up in this position, not that you’d ever complain because you love hearing that rough, sexy Southern drawl utter absolute filth that only your ears will ever get to hear.
“Fuck, darlin’, it’s like she was fuckin’ made for me. Wrapped around my cock, so fucking tight and warm. I could spend fuckin’ forever here wrapped up in your tight fuckin’ cunt,” he groans.
“All for you, daddy, always,” you respond, purposefully squeezing your pussy tight in time with your words. That drives him absolutely fucking crazy that he pulls his arm upwards in between your legs that are resting on his torso and brings his hand up to wrap around your throat. “Say it again,” he growls, “tell me who the fuck this pussy belongs to, baby.” He squeezes the sides of your neck tighter, creating an even lighter sensation in your head coupled with the submissive daze you’ve been in since you got here.
“F-fuck, d-daddy- shit,” you can’t focus on anything but the way he feels wrapped around your neck while balls deep inside of you.
“Darlin’ girl,” he warns, “don’t make me repeat myself.”
You sob out, willing your body to respond to him, willing your body to obey, “Th- this pussy belongs t- to-“ you take a breath, “to you, daddy, only you. Forever.”
He releases your throat and pulls your legs down from the mating press, wrapping them around his waist instead. He places one hand at the back of your head and the other on the headboard, then kisses you furiously before breaking away, “God damn f-fuckin’ right, princess. All fuckin’ mine to do whatever I fuckin’ want.” And with that, he’s slamming into you, his hand on the headboard in a (wasted) attempt to save the wall from the constant banging.
“Touch that pretty little clit, princess,” he breathes out, chasing his own release now with the sole intention of marking you with his seed. One hand still on his neck, the other snakes down to rub your clit in fast, messy circles, your body begging to cum for a fourth time tonight. “Daddy,” you whine out again, the honorific clearly being your only vocabulary for tonight.
“I know, honey, I know,” he coos, “Cum for me, mama, and I’ll fill you up right fuckin’ now,” he sucks on your bottom lip, “You want that, baby? To be pumped full of me?” He knows your answer, yet he still asks anyway knowing how much his words affect you.
“Please, God, yes, fill me up… I need your cum so fucking badly, I need to feel you, please,” you beg, only spurring him on more.
With both of your mouths spilling such dirty words, his lips anywhere they can reach with the combination of you playing with your clit and him pounding into you, your body enters the astral plane yet again for the fourth time tonight. Though, this time, you force your body to come back down, so you can feel his warmth spill into you.
It only takes but a few more thrusts after you climax for him to follow suit, roaring out as hot, thick ropes of cum spill into you, overflowing and dripping out of your sore cunt. He slowly pulls out, labored breathing, sits back up and just watches. Watches as your pussy clenches to keep him locked inside of you, watches as his load drips down your folds over your tight, little asshole. Another day, he thinks to himself with a smirk.
He doesn’t even realize what he’s doing until his fingers are engrossed in the thick combination of your releases. You moan out at the sensitivity of your pussy, but Joel doesn’t care. He slips his middle and ring finger in, feeling just how much he filled you up. And before you know it, he’s pumping in and out of you yet again, his eyes completely focused on your glistening sex, hitting that spongy spot inside of you that has you fluttering for another fucking release.
“Ahh,” you hiss, not knowing whether you want him to stop or keep going. He uses his other hand to rub on your clit. Fuck. Yeah, okay, you want him to keep going. “Shit, daddy, I’m gonna cum again,” you say as you scramble to get ahold of the bedsheets.
Joel’s gaze breaks away from your cunt to look at you, he smirks like the devil, “Oh, yeah, honey? Gonna give me another one? Come on, baby, I know you have it in you,” he slips a third finger inside. You whine at the stretch. “One more mess, baby, and then I’ll take care of you, I gotcha,” he says for comfort.
You’re nearing the point where you guys usually begin to transition into aftercare, and he knows. He always knows. But he also knows that today you need a little extra push, so he gives it to you.
The thrusts of his fingers don’t come to a stop, but they exponentially slow. “Give me a color, mi amor,” he softly encourages. Even with your erratic breathing, you’re able to force out, “Oh my god, daddy, green, green, green, please go faster, just like before, please-”
He quickly leans forward and stops your blabbering with a chaste kiss and chuckles when he pulls back, “My god, I love you so much, princess.” Then his fingers pick back up to the speed you were so desperately loving before, his and your cum leaking out all over the inside of your thighs.
“Fuck, daddy, I love you so fucking much, fuck, thank you, thank you,” you cry out. A few more pumps and a few more circles to your clit and you’re cumming for the fifth (and final) time tonight. Joel groans at the way you finish on his fingers, and it’s his mouth that blabbers out this time.
“Shit, baby, yes, soak my fuckin’ fingers, let me feel you, fuck-” He’s so enthralled at the sight before him, he doesn’t hear you pleading for him to stop pushing in and out until the honorific fades, “Baby, baby, baby,” you frantically breathe.
He makes eye contact with you again and realizes how caught up he was in you. “Oh, darlin’, shit, I’m sorry, mi amor. What’s your color, baby? Fuck, I’m sorry-”
It’s you this time who forces your entire wobbly body to push up and meet him in a bruising kiss. “Stop, daddy,” you say with a lilt in your tone, signaling to Joel that you’re back from subspace. You smirk, “My color is green, cowboy, but I really need you to run me a warm bath now because I can’t move a single muscle with how you had me, baby,” and pull him in once more for another kiss.
His smugness returns and he pushes you back down on his bed, peppering your face and neck with kisses, forcing sweet out-of-breath giggles from you. “That, I can do, baby. May I join you?”
Your face completely softens, your stresses and worries from the last 24 hours completely nonexistent. “I’d be mad if you didn’t, Miller.”
The next hour and a half — or until the bath water becomes tepid — is spent with him cherishing your body, washing you with your lavender, oat milk body wash you love so much, ultimately just helping you softly come down from your oxytocin high.
You’ve never felt more loved, appreciated, or taken care of in your life. He always makes sure your come down is smooth and unnoticeable as you fall from a blissed state of mind to one of pure love and adoration. As long as you have him in your life, you truly believe you have all of what you need.
As he’s drying your body up and slipping you into one of his t-shirts, your stomach growls… loudly.
“Darlin’...”
You pull away from his grasp, jokingly rolling your eyes while smirking, “Yeah, yeah, Miller. Come on. Gotta fill me up again, don’tcha, cowboy?”
“Jesus Christ,” he breathes out followed by your name, “Tryna put me in an early fuckin’ grave or what?”
Author’s note - extended: Hi guys! I birthed this little one shot on a Friday night while sippin’ on a glass of whiskey and stressing about the stressful entire week I just had. This isn’t my first time writing, in general, but this is my first time writing with the intention of truly producing a story out of it.. this is also my first story I’m posting, so I’m very nervous. Even if just one other person reads this and enjoys it, that’s all that matters to me <3 I also wanna give a quick thank you to my bestie, who’s an AVID smut reader, for proofreading this. She said, and I quote, “gotta change my panties” and “she’s growling” after reading this LMAOO. So, thank you for that, bestie. I love you with my whole heart.
As with any fic, reblog and comments are very much appreciated!! All feedback is appreciated, too!!! Please do let me know how you liked this, and if there's anything specific I could work to improve, I'd love to know! I hope I did okay for my first actual attempt at smut.
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Without ao3 I became inspired. Ok so being tired of the justice league not helping/believing brakes into the tower while a meeting is taking place to show one of the heroes what is happening I.E. you failed and don’t come here we don’t want you, we don’t need you. You come here and you will be treated as a super villain and dealt with as such.
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Danny was sick, tired and powerful. A dangerous combination for most peoples. Myths and legends written throughout every religion every people every and every world based on gods feeling those exact things, and that is the thing Danny closest too, not ghost, not human, but a god. Even if he does not himself as such.
Today was the justice league’s last chance, Walker had decided to change up his tactics. Instead of going after Danny directly he was going to play dirty. Imprisoning 300 living for ”harboring a fugitive”. The justice league was called, one last chance before thing got out of hand. 300 people held captive in another dimension should be a priority for a group called the justice league.
Their response “the justice league contact system should only be used for emergencies, pranks will not be tolerated”. a simple response. directed and to the point. A metaphorical death sentence for the justice league and the people of amity’s faith in them.
No one died, thank the ancients, but blood was spilled. Red and green fell to the floor like water from the large cuts on Danny’s arms and the side of his torso, he was mostly fine, a couple stitches, about a gallon of filtered ectoplasm and a trip to the nasty burger had fixed him up. Meaning that every time he tried to move his arms he felt like he was being stabbed and he could not breathe without pain, which in all fairness was kind of normal for him, it sucked but it was normal.
The real problem was the 300 people I’m the hospital, ecto contamination, not to the extent of being fatal but extremely painful. That could have been avoided if Danny had more help than just his team of 4 other teenage vigilantes and his adult sister.
So after that fiasco Danny did something, else, something more political, he mad deals. With permission from the most important people in town the ones who keeps everything running, IE Mr lancer and Jazz. He also got permission from the mayor, bribed with Danny going to a Green Bay packers game with him.
Johnny 13 and kitty could joy ride before 12 am and after 9am as long as property damage stays at a minimum, a couple smashed mailboxes, broken windows and spray painted cars/buildings paid for by the mayors office was better than bad luck to the entire town and people disappearing.
Skulked got to hunt Danny in a building made for that purpose, Spector-cameras installed in it so people could stream it live to “witness the greatest hunter of the ghost zone”.
Ember got to play her music and travel on tour as she pleased as long as she didn’t mind control people.
Some wouldn’t take the deals but most of the heavy hitters did, it calmed down a lot, but as they say it the calm before the storm.
With the viewers of the “ghost battles” (it was basically a game of extreme tag) and embers fans talking, the ghost situation became a known thing
And again the justice league responded. “we will be there in a month”
No apologies for not believing them no apologies for not helping, just a we are on our way 8 months after the incident and they were going to be there 9 months after. All the people where health again, Walker was punished, locked in his haunt for the next 100 years. The justice league has nothing to do. They have no point in coming to amity. Where they just going to show up, say “sorry for not helping you, welp peace” and then just leave.
Maybe that was the point, that though crossed Danny’s mind as he read the message out loud to his team. They didn’t have any to do, a vanity project, help the small community that they abandoned so that the people don’t go blabbing to the papers, a pr move.
Sam and Valerie had voiced the same opinions on what the justice league was doing. The rest of the team agreed after a short conversation.
This led to Tucker hacking the league computer system to find the next meeting date and we’re it would be held. “Unhackabal my ass” and a plan was made.
So here he is, invisible, intangible and floating above the justice league. Batman walked up to the podium and began to present.
“8 and a half months ago the league got a report of 300 people being kidnapped and sent to the ghost dimension, this was believed to be a prank and filled as such, we were wrong” he said while clicking through slides, some of medical reports of the victims, some of the photos taken of him helping people out of the portal next to the hospital he mad to help the victims faster. Then he said “ this is the city’s resident hero team” the next slide showing the picture of Danny, Sam , Wes, Valerie, tucker and jazz receiving the key to the city. 
“We one know of this misstep because of videos posted online of phantom pictured here” he pointed an Danny receiving the key, another picture of him helping a man to the hospital appeared “and here”
“Do we know who trained them they don’t look older than sixteen” Wonder Woman asked. Before batman could answer Danny revealed himself, though he made his skin slightly translucent to show his bones, it was all part of the plan.
He floated down to the floor and looked directly at her “we trained ourselves”
He turned to face the whole room. “ I am not here to fight you” he said as a couple of hero quickly moved from their seats. “ I came to warn you”
He took in a breath “ I came to warn you, stay out of amity and stay in your lane.” He put a small amount of his ghostly wale into his voice, just enough to shake up their hearts. “ we don’t need you. We don’t WANT you” he cold the room slowly a couple degrees a word. “ do not ask around for us ghosts, do not look for us, if you find one of us. RUN.” He dropped his voice louder as emphasis. “ if you find one of us causing trouble, send us a message, but otherwise don’t acknowledge us or amity, the dead have nothing to give to you” his eyes became fussy staring at nothing green tears fell out of his eyes,and his Lichtenberg scars began to glow Ice blue, but his voice did not waver,.“ you may not have killed us yourself but you signed our death warrant long ago, you have ignored us far to long” is voice soften at the last word.
Then his eyes turns red, as fast as he could he pulled Superman out of his chair and pushed him to the wall. Danny’s hand went intangible as he pushed in into Superman’s chest. His hand wrapped around Superman’s heart, Danny soften the intangibility so Superman could fell the hand but not get hurt. “I can rip your heart out without a single fight” his skin became entirely invisible to show his skeleton. “To all of amity” Superman’s breathing quickened “to me” he move close to Superman’s ear “you are villains, and will be treated as such” he dropped Superman to the floor.
“Stay in your domain and I’ll stay in mine” ice began to form at his feet, looking mor like crystals than ice. “Come to us with please of forgiveness is as pointless as asking of it from your god” ectoplasm dripped from his mouth onto the floor. “Do not come to amity” and with that he went invisible again and watched the room in amusement. He was kinda freaking out at how awesome he sounded.
A couple minutes of silence followed. As John Constantine entered the room, “what did I miss?”
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Hope y’all like it <3 Sorry for spelling mistakes. I don’t think this need trigger warnings but if you think so please comment so I can add them. I started writing this and I couldn’t stop. If only I had that energy for the original story’s I want to write lol Have a nice day/night and drink some liquids that aren’t caffeinated and/or poisonous <3
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Tara Carpenter/Fem!Reader The Last Of Us AU
Warnings: mentions of attempted r*pe but it doesn’t go into detail. Torture.
WC: 7.0k
Author’s Note: no one asked for it but I was replaying the last of us and I got inspired. So here y’all go. Hope y’all enjoy. Also I’d like to wish everyone happy holidays :D sorry for any mistakes in advance.
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"So you and Tara. What's that about?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh come on everyone saw you two kiss at the dance."
"I don't know. She just kissed me, she probably just did that to make Chad jealous. You know how she gets when she's been drinking."
You were riding on the back of the horse that had been yours for the past five years. Ever since you got to the town, Jackson with your best friend who was more of a father figure to you. Things have been decent. Ever since you and Dewey left Boston things have been...different. But it was good type of different. The journey to Jackson was tough. It was something you were sure you'd never forget. The pain and suffering you went through was scaring.
The five years you've been safe behind the walls of Jackson. It was a beautiful place to call home. But even with time moving on, you still had nightmares of the year you had been on the road with the older man. It had been hard to get used the peacefulness of living in Jackson.
Now here you were on patrol with a friend of yours. Mindy had been a close friend since you arrived in Jackson. Along with some others. She also happened to be Chad's twin. She had always complained about how Chad and Tara weren't right for each other. Tara had also been a close friend of yours. A girl you also had a massive crush on.
"You haven't spoken to her?"
"Of course not. You were literally the one to wake me up for patrol. I haven't seen her since I ran out of there after the kiss last night." You got off the horse once you reached the radio tower. Feeling the judgmental look coming from Mindy. You purposely ignored the look as you moved to go up the stairs.
"Dude you're such a pussy." Mindy spoke out as she followed you up to the logging book.
The tower looked over the north side of the land. It really was a beautiful sight. The patrol was set to check the tower along with the surrounding area. Your partner was usually Tara but she had an accident last time she went out with Chad on patrol. She had a nasty fall and still hadn't been cleared to go back out on patrols. Even though she seemed fine now.
"Looks clear. We'll go out to the small town near by make sure it's clear down there as well. We don't need any infected or raiders near Jackson. We'll go quietly. Just to be safe." You spoke as you looked through the binoculars looking down at the small town that was near by. There were a few houses, most of them being destroyed, where no raiders could use as cover. And a grocery store that had seen better days.
"If we move now we could beat the storm coming in from the south." You handed the binoculars to Mindy, as you pointed to said storm.
"Yea come on then. I have a lady I'd like to get back to." She handed back the binoculars back to you. You stuffed them back in your bag and nodded.
"Come on then."
You had always taken the roll of a leader since being allowed to patrol. It was a roll that was given to you by Sidney, who was seen as the leader of Jackson. Sidney was the sister of Dewey which you had no idea at the time. But as you spent more time in the walls. You had grown close to the older woman. She had become like mother figure to you. She had helped quite a lot when you first arrived. She had seen the best of you and knew you'd be great out on patrol. Dewey had taken a bit to get used to. He always wanted you to be safe and careful. Which you were. He truly had nothing to worry about.
As you rode down to the small town you mind wondered to your best friend.
As you rode down to the small town you mind wondered to your best friend.
*Flashback*
You were drawing the destroyed clinic. You had always wondered what the world was like before the infection took over. Dewey often told you stories about the world before the infection hit. It was something you would have loved to see. You had been amazed at all the things you saw on the journey to Salt Lake and then back to Jackson. It had been your first time out side of the walls of the QZ. You had spent fourteen years in those walls. Being able to be outside of the walls had you excited but also terrified. You had heard of the stories that happened out side of the walls. Ever since you had been given the journal by Dewey you used it as a way to express yourself.
"You are so good at drawing."
The sudden voice right next to your ear had you jumping just a bit. You looked to your left to see the face of your best friend. Her chin resting on your shoulder as she looked down at your journal. She was standing on a empty supply box in order to reach your shoulder. You loved how short Tara was. Her height was one of the many things you loved about her. Tara had been your first friend when you arrived at Jackson. It had been hard at first, getting used to peacefulness that came with living in Jackson. The year you were on the road with Dewey had been a tough one. Especially during the winter. The winter had brought back some memories you wished to forget.
But with Tara around, she had become such a great help. Opening up to Tara had been difficult, you didn't open up to her right away. And you didn't tell her everything. You had felt so, ashamed of what happened during the winter. You had never felt so...weak.
"You should paint me like one of your French girls."
You could tell that what she said was meant to be a joke but the joke had gone right over your head, cause you didn't have slightest clue on what she was talking about.
"What? Like my who?"
With a small laugh escaping from her lips, she moved to stand in front of you with a teasing smile on her face. "It's reference from a movie, I'll have to show you when we get back. Now come on. I wanna see what's inside of the building."
You felt Tara's eyes on you as moved to stand in front of her after putting your journal away. You knew Tara could take care of herself. She was strong and smart. You tried not to show it but you had shown signs of protectiveness towards her. Something you knew she hated it, when someone thought she couldn't handle herself. She's complained about Chad doing it all the time. Sam did to. But you couldn't help it. You had to protect her.
*End of Flashback*
"Yo Y/n, you good?"
The voice snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked at Mindy and nodded. "Come on, we'll tie the horses good distance from the actual town. It's small, but we don't know who or what could be hiding in there. Horses could bring us some unwanted attention. We'll go on foot."
You got off your horse and loosely tied her reins to a tree. You had to make sure that if something spooked her she'd be able to get away. All the horses knew their way back to Jackson. Which was a good thing. You'd hate for her to get lost and killed.
"Alright then, let's check the pharmacy first. The houses seem too run down for someone to be in there. Then we'll check the market and lastly the ski lodge." Mindy spoke as she also tied her horse next to yours and walked towards your side. She didn't really want to go to ski lodge. Especially with the storm coming in. But she had drawn the short straw with the other patrols. Once a week, one patrol has to make the trip to the lodge to make sure there was no raiders there.
"Let's go then. The quicker we finish here the quicker we get the lodge and then back home."
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"Home base come in, this is patrol 3 done with the grocery store. Heading up to the lodge." You spoke into the walkie talkie. There had been a few of the infected in the store. But it wasn't nothing that you and Mindy couldn't handle.
"Roger that. Please be careful going up there okay. Check back in the second you're done."
The sound of Tara's voice had you cheeks feeling warm. The look that Mindy shot you had been enough for you turn away from her. It was a hundred percent due to how cold it was and not because of the memory of Tara's soft lips on your own.
"We will Tara don't worry."
"Hurry back to me okay? Cause we have a movie night to get started."
The walkie talkie was taken from your hands before you could reply. "Don't worry Tara I'll bring your little girlfriend back to you. Now stop flirting so she can focus. Over and out."
"...Over and out."
You heard Tara mumble, you could picture her face at the this very moment. The small blush that colored her freckled cheeks. How you loved loved counting her freckles.
"You're such a dick." You pushed her away from your horse. Mindy laughed as she put the walkie talkie in her bag and getting on her horse.
"Oh come on. Don't you think it's about time you and Tara get together. I mean, even Dewey noticed how you two act around each other. Dewey out of all people." Mindy groaned in mock frustration. She truly wanted you and Tara to be happy. Anyone with eyes could see the bond you and Tara have. They way Tara was quick to become your friend. The way Tara, from the moment you arrived had been determined to be around you and be your friend. The way Tara had become so protective of you, it had all been something so obvious.
"Nuh uh, Gale had done nothing but flirt with the old man since we got here. And he hasn't noticed. Plus like I said earlier Tara's just...confused. Her and Chad had always been off and on again." You argued, there was just no way. And you sure as hell didn't want to get your hopes up.
"God Y/n, you are so bad at this. How can you not see it. I'll never understand."
"You don't understand, I'm not-I've never really had a..." A wave of her hand urging you to continue. "Ugh I've never been in a relationship." A wave of embarrassment crossed your face.
"What?!"
"Dude, would you shut up." You looked around with red cheeks (although you would blame it on the cold) to make sure the cost was still clear.
"Wait what do you mean, you haven't been in a relationship? I thought you dated Quinn. Literally everyone thought you two were dating."
You shook your head. Quinn was a great friend. Other than Tara, Quinn had also been a good friend. She was also the main reason why you could now wear sleeveless shirts. The chemical burn was a nasty scar and you had been insecure about it. So at first not only did you have to wear long sleeve shirts cause of the bite mark. But also cause of the chemical burn. Quinn had been the first one out of your friend group to see the chemical burn. She had offered to cover it up with a tattoo.
But back to the rumor, Quinn was just a friend. Don't get it wrong you had a one night stand once or twice. Quinn liked you as friend and that was it. It was same for you.
"Well I, I mean we did fool around once or twice. But that was it. It was never anything serious. Now can we save this talk for another time. We're almost there." You got off your horse and tied her up once again. The ski lodge wasn't far now. It looked empty from a far. But you knew it was a great spot for raiders to be camping in. The lodge was in perfect condition, it was a great spot to hide in to get out of the cold.
"Home base, we are at the lodge. Stand by for status." Mindy spoke into the walkie talkie. With a conformation coming from Tara.
"Okay, check in the second it's cleared."
"Copy."
You guys moved up wards. Taking your rifle and getting it ready. You were a good distance from the lodge where if someone was in there they wouldn't see you coming.
"You take the back, and I'll take the front?" Mindy spoke as you both went through the hole in the fence.
"No we stick together. I have a bad feeling about this. Stay close and stay quiet."
But nothing would have prepared either of the two for what was to come.
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The short brunette sat next to the radio waiting for the patrols to give the all clear. She had woken up in the morning with her lips still tingling from the kiss she had with her best friend. The feeling of your lips on her were everything she dreamed of and more. The way your lips moved against hers were just so exhilarating, she wanted more. She needed more. The love she had for you was something she had been hiding for years now.
She never really hid the feelings. You were just so damn oblivious it was cute at first but it had started to get annoying. Why couldn't you understand that she had feelings for you.
The confused look you always had when she flirted with you, she couldn't help but to laugh sometimes. The innocent look on your face was so, cute. The feelings she got every time she looked at you. It was feelings that she had never felt before. She had thought she was in love with Chad but from the moment she first saw you. She knew she wasn't.
She remembered the first time she saw you. It had been few months before you actually stayed in Jackson with Dewey. She had seen you walking around with the older man and Sidney. Later she found out that Sidney and Dewey were related. But she remembered you clearly. She had wanted nothing more than to walk up to you that day but she couldn't cause they got attacked soon after. And then you were gone with one of the horses.
She had seen Sidney and Dewey take off to find you, only for Sidney to return alone with an extra horse. No sight of Dewey or you. She had been left with so much...regret? Regretting that she didn't talk to you before you left. She had really thought that she would never see you again. But almost a year later she had watched how you and Dewey came to Jackson.
She'd never forget the look in your eyes, when you followed Dewey and Sidney. You had changed from the last time she had seen you. But this time she made sure to talk to you. You had been closed off at first. But with time she was able to get through your tall walls.
Your smile was something she absolutely loved. Along with your laugh. It took a while for to hear it. But once she did, she was on a mission to always hear it again.
There was just something about you that had her heart in a tight grip. Taking you out to dance last night had been her sitting her foot down and taking the first step. Cause she knew if she waited for you to do it, she'd be waiting way too long. She was done waiting.
It had been going great up until that asshole Frankie interrupted the kiss and called her a dyke. That asshole had interrupted something she had been working hard to get and when you stood up straight your smile no longer on your face. She knew there was no stopping you. You stood in front of her as you demanded Frankie to say it again. And Frankie being the moron he was, had repeated it. He didn't necessarily get to finish the slur before you punched him so hard he had been knocked out.
She knew how protective you were of not only her but of every single one of your friends. Remembering how you punched someone else for calling Ethan a faggot. She had seen the way your shoulders tensed at all the eyes being on you. You were never good when it came down to having all the attention on you. Before she could go to comfort you, you had ran out of there. She tried to follow you but she had lost you in the crowd.
"Home base come in, this is patrol 3 done with the grocery store. Heading up to the lodge."
At the sound of your voice she was quick to snap out of her thoughts and quickly reach for the radio.
"Roger that. Please be careful going up there okay. Check back in the second you're done." She hated that she wasn't the one with you. It's not that she didn't trust Mindy or believe that Mindy would keep you safe. It was just that she wanted to be the one with you. When it was you and her, it was like you both were unstoppable. She had preferred being parred with you. She just felt more reassured of your safety when she was with you.
"We will Tara don't worry." Your gentle voice had her smiling with out her even realizing.
"Hurry back to me okay? Cause we have a movie night to get started." It was a small date, she had named it that, before the kiss happened last night. Teasing you was always so easy, she just wished she could see your blush right now.
"Don't worry Tara I'll bring your little girlfriend back to you. Now stop flirting so she can focus. Over and out." Mindy's voice teased right back. This time she was glad she was alone, so no once could see her own blush that was no doubt on her neck as well.
"...Over and out." She mumbled in the radio. She swore she could hear Mindy's laughter from here.
"Not fun being on the other end of being teased is it?"
Tara looked up to see Sam standing there with a small smile on her face. Tara had arrived in Jackson with Sam when she was eleven and Sam was eighteen. Sam had been in bad shape when they met Sidney. Since then Sidney had taken them under her care and basically became somewhat of a mother figure. She had never been so thankful that in that moment they met Sidney. Cause for a moment she had thought that Sam wasn't going to make it.
"Shut up. How was patrol?" Sam had been tasked to go on patrol. It had been the short route. Apparently Sam had won it playing poker with some of the older men.
"It was alright. No signs of infected or any raiders." Sam looked back at her younger sister. The red of her cheeks was still noticeable. When Sam had first met you, you had been a quiet, shy girl. Sidney had spoken to her and Tara when you and Dewy arrived for the second time. She had also remembered how much Tara had asked Sidney about the older man and the younger girl he had been with. The first time she saw them.
The amount of times Tara had asked Sidney when they were coming back. Or if they were coming back. From the very first moment. She had known that Tara wanted more than just friendship.
Or how obviously jealous Tara had gotten when you started hanging out with Quinn more often. She had never seen her sister get so jealous. Not even when Chad would speak to other girls or be seen hanging g around other girls. Not to say Chad was the cheating type. But how annoyed she'd see Tara get when you'd be seen around with Quinn. It was almost too funny.
She being the mature person she was and simply asked you about Quinn. Like a normal person. You had said that you and Quinn were just friends and that was it. She had asked a few days ago.
"You do know that Quinn and Y/n never dated right?"
"What? Yes they did. Everyone has seen them together. Not to mention when Ethan said he saw y/n coming out of Quinn's apartment."
"Okay so if let's say Y/n is dating Quinn. Why would you kiss her?" Sam sat down and really looked at her sister. The way the younger girl looked down at her hands. The guilty and shameful look glossed over her sisters face. The crestfallen look directed her way.
"I don't know. I mean, Quinn hasn't said anything to me and I saw her this morning. She even smiled at me. Lord knows what I would have done if someone kissed my Y/-my partner. I sure as hell wouldn't smile at them." Tara looked down at her hands. "I love her Sam. I love her so much. I thought I loved Chad. And I do love him. Just not in that way. He's great. But I-You want Y/n." Sam finished for her.
She nodded as she felt her eyes fill with tears. The fear of rejection had become to crawl its way back.
"Well then Tara you-Base come in!" Mindy's voice cut through the room. The faint sound of gun fire being able to be heard in the background.
"Mindy what's wrong?" Tara was quick to respond.
"Fuck, there's too many! They got Y/n! Fuck, I'm hurt and I barely have any—" The gun fire was heard and Sam moved fast to call in Sidney and Dewy. Moving to gather a group to help her friends.
"—Ammo. Fuckfuck. They got Y/n. They took her. And I don't know where. Send help! Quickly!"
Tara wouldn't be able to explain how she felt in that very moment, even if she tried. Gale, who had had come into the room the moment Sam ran out shouting. The older woman took the radio from Tara. Signaling for her to go.
At the sound of more gun shots coming from the radio. Everything snapped back to normal. Tara was out of her seat and running to the armory. She needed to find you. She needed to get you.
She has to save you.
*
"Now tell us about Jackson."
A hard punch was delivered to the side of your head. You hadn't expected for things to turn so quickly. The ambush was something you truly weren't expecting. Maybe a few guys, no more than five. Something you knew you and Mindy could handle. But almost a dozen people had been in that house. It was like they expected for you to come.
"Fuck," You groaned, letting out a wet chuckle. The beating you have been receiving has been, well just that. A beating. "Go fuck yourself."
"Mmh a feisty one. They always turn into the begging ones." The man smirked as he leaned down getting in your face. His yellow dirty teeth just about made you want to throw up.
"Ugh ew gross. Ever heard of toothpaste?" Your head snapped to the right from the force of the punch.
"Your people, they won't find you."
"Oh I don't know man, I don't mean to brag but my best friend is very protective of me. And she's a scary woman when she's mad. And she can be very ambitious." A punch to the gut had you hunched over in the chair you were tied to. Gasping for the air that was punched out of you.
"Shut up. Now if you won't talk we will make you talk."
**
Tara, Sam, Dewey (there was no stopping that man from getting to you) Chad, Ethan (who both had been on patrol and over heard Mindy's distress call), Anika who had been quick to follow Sam the moment she heard. A few others had also gone.
"We don't know how many are in that lodge. We can use the storm as cover. Stay with your partner we can't risk one of you being lost in the storm. Okay?" With a nod of understanding. Dewey moved from the table. "Keep things quiet. Chances are they have Mindy's and Y/n's radio." Taking out his radio and holding it up to his mouth. "Patrols, this is home base. Return to home base. Storm is going to get worse. Too dangerous to be out."
"What are you doing?" Ethan spoke from standing next to Chad. He wanted to get to his friends. Who knows what those assholes were doing to them. He also couldn't lose them. He had been so close to just going off to the lodge with Chad. They had been closer Mindy and Y/n.
"We gotta make them believe that no one is going to the lodge. Hopefully that brings down their guard. Come on let's go."
*
"Patrols, this is home base. Return to home base. Storm is going to get worse. Too dangerous to be out."
"Oh well you listen to that. Looks like your people aren't coming. Now tell us what we want or, suffer." The man smirked down at you. His hands still had blood, your blood. You wondered where was Mindy in all this. You had hoped that she wasn't facing the same suffering as you were. Hoping that she somehow made it out.
"Fuck you."
A scream full of pain tore through your throat as the knife went down on your thigh. The agonizing pain as he tapped the knife. Your tried not to show any signs of pain. But you could only hide the pain for so long. The knife in your thigh was clear sign of that. You already had one knife going through your palm.
"Now, how many of you are there?" When he didn't get a response, other than the heavy breathing coming from the girl, he slapped her cheek. Then roughly cupping her cheeks to make her look at him. He couldn't deny that she was much stronger than any other guy he's done this to. But there was a clear difference between torturing a man and a woman.
One of the biggest fears for woman was being helpless in the hands of a mad man. A man no one was going to stop.
*
Tara barely remembered getting to the lodge. Quietly killing some of the guards that were too unbothered to actually do a guards job. She had one goal in mind. One thing. Save you and Mindy. The men that stood in her way, saw no mercy. The knife she used, a knife you had given her, a modified buck 120. It was knife she treasured with her heart. Caring it everywhere she went. The way knife slit there throats, hearing them choke on their own blood. She didn't hear.
A hand on her shoulder indicated for her to stop. She looked back at Sam, who pointed at one of the doors. A door to what she assumed was a supply room. With a nod she prepared herself for her sister to open the door. The door was pushed open only to see Mindy tied to a chair badly beaten. Mindy's wrist tied to the arms of the chair. Her mouth tapped shut. Eyes widening when they made eye contact with Sam.
Sam was quick to untie Mindy and removing the tape. "Fuck. Did you guys find Y/n yet?" Mindy whispered as groaned from the pain coming from her arm. The gun shot wound burned but she knew she'd be fine.
"No. Do you know where she could be? We've cleared the down stairs area. Most of the men I'm sure." Tara whispered back.
"Fuck, I heard them say she was in the main office upstairs. With the leader I'm assuming. He asked to not be disturbed. Fuck, that was few minutes ago. We gotta go stop him. Who knows what he's doing-No Tara wait for us." The whispered shout was not registered.
Tara had not waited for Mindy to finish was she was going to stay. The implication was there. The horrifying picture was there and they were rage filled.
With those in mind, she was still not prepared for when she pushed open the main office door. You chained up to ceiling by your wrists. To see your shirt cut open from the middle exposing your bra. Your jeans being unbuckled with the zipper down. You showing no signs of consciousness. The man in front of you had no shirt, had been in the process of taking of his own jeans.
This rage that coursed through her body, it was something she never felt before.
"I said to leave us alone-"
The sentence was never finished. Tara moved with a speed the man couldn't process. The knife cutting the man's popliteal artery. The screams of the man were heard. The way he fell clutching the back of his knee has the blood gushed out. She didn't stop there. Moving to cut off the genitals, that had been out. The disgust and anger she felt were fueled. His screams grew louder. Letting him suffer for few more seconds before she silenced by stabbing him in the mouth. His blood spraying on her face as he chocked. The life fading from his eyes.
She was quick to turn around taking in your beaten body. The way your bra had been cut half way down the middle. Almost exposing you. She felt her eyes fill with tears at what you almost went through. The choked sob as the amount of blood, your blood covering your body.
"Y/n? Baby open your eyes. It's okay now. He's dead. Fuck, Sam!!" Your breathing was uneven, she couldn't get you down by herself. The rope tying your wrist to ceiling being too high.
"Dewey! Somebody fucking help me!!" She dropped her back pack. Taking out the medical supplies. The gauze to stop the bleeding coming from your leg. She had moved with a with such a hurry. She couldn't lose you. The blood coming out of your body was too much.
"Oh my god."
"Don't just fucking stand there. Help me get her down." Tying the wound after stuffing the wound with some gauze, like she was taught hoping that would stop the bleeding. Hearing your groans of pain had her tears escaping her eyes. She had also been quick to button up your jeans.
Sam, Dewey and Ethan were by her side in seconds. Sam and Dewey holding you as Ethan cut the rope. Your body falling into her arms almost taking her down if it weren't for Sam and Dewey holding you.
"We have to get her back to Jackson." Ethan said as he glanced back at the man. The anger he felt had been so intense. But seeing the state of the way the man was left. He figured that the man got what he deserved although he wished he could done some harm to the man. He saw how Tara tended to you, the way she was fast to take out everything she needed to help you.
"We have to go."
Tara moved to grab your jacket that had been thrown to the side. With the help of Sam she was able to put on the jacket making sure every wound she saw had been covered and cleaned in hopes you wouldn’t get any infection. Ethan had moved to carry you out of the office. Tara following close behind.
Dewey would have carried you but he knew with his injured leg he wouldn't be able to. His leg had been shot during a raid, a year back. His leg almost being shot off completely. He had been lucky to still have his leg. Although he couldn't carry heavy things, not at risk of his leg giving out.
But he did hold on to the y/hc haired girl when he got on his horse. The girl he looked as his daughter. The fury he felt was still there. Seeing the bruises, cuts and dried blood on your face was-, the storm was raging on and they had to get back to Jackson quick. The group rode close and fast. Tara being close to him as they rode, her eyes looking at you every few seconds. He knew how much the short brunette cared about his daughter. The concern that was obvious in the girls eyes. He could still see the rage in her eyes as well. He had seen the bodies left in her wake, the way no one could stop her to get to Y/n.
He held Y/n closer to him. Making sure she wouldn’t fall from his grasp from all the movement. That guy had what was coming and he hoped he felt every painful stab before he was killed.
*
With how fast they were moving, they had gotten to Jackson in no time. Sidney had her husband Derek, who was the doctor of the town. Ready. She had been ready to go with the group to save you. But she knew she couldn't. Not when she had a baby on the way. So she stayed. Waiting in the tower hoping to see any sign of the group returning. She waited about three hours before seeing lights. With storm she could barely see the lights, but when she was sure it was them, she had the gates opened. Hurrying down the stairs to get to the group.
Seeing Mindy first. The girl was injured but from what she could see the girl looked okay. Which was relief. But when she the state Y/n was in, she gasped. Hurrying after Ethan who had gotten off his horse to help Dewey. He had been quick to take Y/n and rush her to the house that was their own little hospital. Tara was on at his heels hurrying after him. Derek had also moved so fast she could barely register what was happening.
"What happened?" She asked Dewey as soon as they were out of the storm.
"They wanted entail on Jackson. They had been camped out there for at least a week. Seeing is that they weren't their last week. They tried to get information out of the girls. They-" Dewey clenched his jaw. The image of how he found you flashing in his mind. His fists shaking wishing he had gotten his hands on that man. "They're dead now. There won't be anyone coming looking for them."
Sidney knew, she didn't have to ask. The way Dewey was acting from the way Tara had been covered in blood and from what it looked like, it wasn't hers. To the way Ethan (who was usually a sweet, caring boy) and Sam had the looks of just anger that she knew.
*
The first thing you felt when you woke up was the pain. The pain coming from all over your body. It was almost too much to bare. The dryness of your throat felt like it was rubbed with sand paper. The last thing you remember was being hit repeatedly by that asshole. Then everything went black. You didn't remember anything after that. You were clearly saved, which you were grateful for.
Eyes snapping open, when you remembered Mindy. You tried to get up but the pain prevented you from that. Not only did the pain stop you but warm hands gently touching our shoulders. Your eyes (one eye cause the other was swollen shut) connected with the familiar dark chocolate colored eyes you loved.
"Tara." You smiled softly, your uninjured hand reaching over to wipe the tear that escaped her red puffy eyes. Then cupping her cheek. Smiling through the pain when she leaned into you hand, one of her hands moving to be in top of yours. You had been so grateful to see her beautiful face again. "Is Mindy okay?" You rasped out.
"She's okay." Tara whispered back. Her eyes taking every single cut, bruise that she could find. Your face cleaned of any blood, making the bruises and cut stand out more. She couldn't help the tears as she gripped your hand with both of hers. Crying as she brought your hand to her lips.
"Fuck, I was so scared, I thought I was going to lose you."
Your heart clenched at the sound of her sobs. "I'm okay. Come here." Taking the shorter girls hand gently pulling on it.
"But you're hurt—I don't care. Lay with me, please."
With a bit of hesitation, she laid by your side. Your good arm wrapping around her shoulder pulling her closer. She was careful not to cause you any harm in any way. Feeling her shoulders relax as her head laid on your shoulder. Feeling your lips on her hair line. With your warmth pressed to her body, the exhaustion finally took over.
*
Tara had stayed by your side. Helping you when ever she could. It had been a week since, that day. You were thankful that Tara had stayed by your side. But something had been off since that day. You could tell something was bothering the shorter girl.
You sat on your couch in the garage right behind the house Dewey lived in. Tara was in the kitchen making a small dinner for the both of you. She was a lot more quiet than usual. It was starting to worry you. You figured she needed time to process what happened to you. But the more she had her moments like this, quiet, stuck in her head. The more you felt like she was keeping something from you.
You carefully took your injured foot off the coffee table where it was resting. Biting your lip at the pain. Your thigh and palm wound had been thee most painful out of the injuries. From what Derek said you had been lucky. Only severally bruised ribs, lucky to not have your eye socket broken, or nose for that matter. And lucky that the knife to the palm didn't cause any nerve damage. Even with all that luck, the pain was still very much there.
You stood up straight making sure to put too much weight on your bad leg. Taking the crutch Ethan had fixed up for you.
"Hey you're supposed to be off the leg." Tara was by your side in seconds. Her hands going to hold your waist only for them to freeze before she actually touched you. That had also been something that you had noticed. Tara wouldn't touch you until she had your full consent. It was something she usually never really had to ask for.
"Okay, tell me what's wrong? At first I thought it was due to injuries I have. But that's not it, is it." You stood straight in front of her. You wanted to know what was causing her to act so strange. When Tara refused to look at you, you took her chin with your good hand. Gently turning her head, you were a bit taken back when you saw the tears in her eyes. Even with the tears, you could see a hint of anger in her eyes.
“Talk to me Tar, what’s wrong?” With your thumb you took her bottom lip away from her teeth. You knew she had a habit of biting her bottom lip when anxious.
“Fuck Y/n, I-I don’t, the guy he was-that mother fucker was going to-” She couldn’t finish the sentence, but she didn’t have to. You knew exactly what she meant. The feeling of disgust and dread at what happened.
“He didn’t-He didn’t you know—No! No I got there in time.” This time Tara was quick to take your hands in hers. There had been no hesitation on her part this time. She lead you back to the couch.
“Is he dead?”
“Yes. He died a very slow painful death. I made sure of that. No one harms you and gets away with it.” Tara held your hands and looked back into your eyes.
“Tara, thank you. For saving me.” You looked away debating whether you should tell her.
“You don’t have to thank me, I love you Y/n. You’re my best friend. I’ll do anything for you. Even if it means cutting off a creeps dick.”
Your jaw dropped a short surprised laugh escaping your lips. “What? His dick?”
She smiled proudly, “Yup, chopped it right off. It’s what he deserved. Nobody messes with my girl.” Her confidence never breaking eye contact had you blushing.
“Your girl huh. I like the sound of that.” It had been her turn to blush.
“Can I kiss you?”
“You don’t have to ask.” With that you pulled her into a long awaited kiss. This time you would make sure to pore everything into the kiss. To make sure Tara knew how much she felt for her. The feeling of her warm hands cupping your cheeks bringing you even closer to her. Only pulling away when lack of air became an issue. She rested her head on to yours. Her thumbs creasing your cheeks.
“I love you to Tara.”
Tara smiled, her dimples on full display. She couldn’t help herself as she once again pulled into a kiss. The feeling of your lips on her was something she had dreamed of. And now she had you.
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE:)
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@thediktatortot sent me some song recommendations with specific harringrove-coded lyrics and I decided I wanted to write something for as many different ones as I have the juice, because I was genuinely inspired and thank you thank you friend for the recommends!
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First Song: Lemon Boy by Cavetown
“It’s actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him, so I got myself a citrus friend.”
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Here’s the thing about Billy Hargrove:
He’s simple.
Everyone (all the girls) think he’s this complicated thing. This person with a million different layers and a million different faces. And, Steve guesses, that’s sorta true.
But really, he’s kinda easy to understand.
He needs kindness.
There’s not much more to it than that.
And sure, maybe the why is where the layers come in. He needs kindness because he never gets any blah, blah, blah.
But at the end of the day, a few nice things, and he’s loyal forever.
Steve figured it out kind of accidentally.
Because Billy forgot his textbook in American History, and they sit alphabetically by last name in that class, and so, Steve kinda nudged his book over so that Billy could look on and wouldn’t lose any participation points that day for not being able to answer questions and read when the teacher asked, and so, it was one tiny nice thing.
Okay, maybe it was more than one tiny nice thing.
Because it was a chain of tiny nice things.
Starting with the textbook, and finishing with Steve sucking Billy off in the backseat of the Camaro to “blow off some steam”.
After the textbook, came the apology.
Half-assed, for sure, and written in scribbly, smudgy handwriting. Not signed, but clear who it’s from.
Sorry for messing you up like that.
Steve returned it with his own note, dropped pointedly on Billy’s desk in class.
Sorry for being weird. I promise nothing shady was going on with your sister. I get it though. No hard feelings.
Billy glanced at Steve through his lashes, and Steve was a little disappointed that Billy hadn’t forgotten his history textbook.
The next nice thing was a coffee.
Because Steve made himself coffee and a breakfast sandwich on the mornings he decided he didn’t care if he was late to school.
He was driving to school, listening to an old mixtape he found at the bottom of his glovebox, and he saw Billy. Head bent low, walking along the side of the road.
HIs hands were in his pockets, and the line of his shoulders was tense. He was all but stomping, and the clear aura of pissed off somehow didn’t deter Steve from pulling along next to him, reaching over to roll down the passenger side window.
“Hargrove! You want a ride.”
The stomping stopped, but Billy gave no other indication that he had heard Steve.
The BMW’s engine idled.
“C’mon, man. It’s like three more miles to school. Lemme drive you.”
When Billy turned to get into the car, Steve was why he was keeping his head down and his shoulders around his ears.
He had a big black shiner, a bruise covering his whole left eye.
He sat low in the passenger seat, cranking the window back up.
“Looks nasty.”
Billy only grunted in response.
“Car in the shop?”
Billy snorted.
“My dad took my keys.”
Ah.
Probably clocked him in the face, too.
Steve’s no stranger to it, even if his dad’s more of a smacker than a puncher. He also had a weird realization that Billy’s dad must be left-handed, like Billy himself.
Steve took his coffee out of the cup holder, passing it to Billy.
“You look like you need this more than I do.”
The next nice thing was kinda the one that pushed them over the line.
Over the line from acquaintances that once beat each other up to actual sort of friends.
It was also not a nice thing Steve did.
It was one Billy did.
And Steve wasn't even there to witness it.
All he saw was the blue green bruising on Tommy H.'s jaw.
"When are you gonna learn, Tommy. Don't pick fights you can't win."
Tommy nearly snarled at Steve from the bleachers, catching himself last minute before he made a seen in front of the entire P.E. class.
Steve only smirked, and took his seat in front of Tommy.
The coach stood in front of the bored class, explaining that they'd be running laps today.
It's what they did whenever he was too hungover to actually make them so anything.
But it's fine. Steve's always been a good runner, and it means he doesn't have to think about anything or talk to anyone while he went.
He tensed when he felt Tommy lean forward behind him, getting in close to murmur in Steve's ear.
"Found yourself a new attack dog, huh, Stevie? Hargrove nearly knocked my teeth out when I called you a pussy. You givin' it up for him, too?"
"Careful, Buddy. You sound jealous."
Tommy snorted and leaned back, but Steve's gut was rolling.
Billy had taken down Tommy for saying something shitty behind Steve's back.
It made Steve's face hot.
Billy showed up twenty minutes late to P.E. He gave Coach a note, and started his laps with the rest of the class.
Steve slowed his pace to get next to him.
Billy's knuckled were a little bruised, and he had a scratch mark on his neck.
Tommy did always fight dirty.
"Heard you gave it to Tommy."
"He deserved it." Billy kept his eyes forward, his pace steady.
"Yeah. He's a toolbag."
They jogged in silence.
Steve opened his mouth to ask something, when Billy piped up.
"Are we, like, friends?"
"I think so. Unless you make a habit of beating the shit out of people for calling your non-friends pussies."
Steve caught Billy's eye and grinned. Billy's smile was reluctant and small, but Steve liked it.
"Last to finish ten laps owes the winner a milkshake." Steve clapped Billy on the back, and took off, easily weaving through the gaggle of junior girls walking in front of them.
"Harrington, you bastard!"
#steve harrington#billy hargrove#harringrove#yikes writes#past stommy#hope you like it! my writing style has changed so much lately and this one really made me realize it
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can i request 7 + 8 + 6 frm prompt 2 fluff/ other (6) list or 120+74+34+42 from prompt 1 please if thats okay please
Apocalypse
I’ll post your other request in a separate story :) Btw - all the titles for my fics are songs I got inspired by while writing them
Apocalypse - Cigarettes after Sex
6. “I don’t care what they think, to me, you are perfect.” 7. “You’re not going to lose me.” 8.“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”
Social Media was many things. A platform for people to connect and spread happiness or to update friends and family on your life. But sadly it was also a place where lots of hatred was spread.
You and Alessia have been together for 2 years but only decided to come out to the public a few weeks ago. There were many positive messages and a lot of ship names thrown your way but there was also a certain amount of people who decided being spiteful was their way to go. Especially to the Italian.
You didn’t care about the comments since you didn’t use social media that much but if you came across one you didn’t hold back since you saw what kind of an effect it had on Alessia.
It was one of those lazy Sundays, laying on the sofa, binge-watching some episodes of friends while your girlfriend was sound asleep on top of you. You mindlessly ran your fingers through her silky hair while an occasional sigh was coming from the blonde.
The silence was interrupted by your phone ringing. On the screen you could see it was no other than tooney.
“what’s going on tooney”
You stated rather quietly not to wake your girl up.
“Why is less not picking up”
She asked abruptly.
“She’s asleep but Thank you for asking tooney, I’m fine as well”
You chuckled but quickly stopped when you heard the serious tone of her voice.
“Y/n have you been on Twitter recently”
“what no.. why?”
You started panicking slightly.
“Remember Alex?-
“Alessias ex?”
You interrupted her.
“Yeah, they released some old pictures of when they were together an-
“What the hell?!”
You screamed into the phone, startling the Italian on top of you.
“I’m sorry baby”
You squeezed her thigh as she sat up. Poor thing had no clue what was going on.
“Why are you shouting and who’s on the phone?”
She mumbled as she rubbed her eyes trying to get rid of the tiredness.
You pulled the blonde closer before putting tooney on speaker, knowing what was about to happen. Alessias Ex was a tough subject for you and for alessia. Mainly because they were trying to profit out of your girlfriends name.
Everyone wants to know why the relationship ended- how it began- how fame was changing their relationship- Questions that should never be discussed by the public or random journalists.
Once tooney explained what was going on, you and alessia took a look at Twitter to find the most spiteful and nasty comments you’ve probably experienced until now.
They started calling the Italian a cheater, since her ex didn’t state when those pictures were taken.
“Y/n should’ve never gotten with her”
“Not Russo cheating on the Football God”
“Y/N can do so much better”
You could hear alessias breathing picking up.
“Less?”
Her frown started getting bigger and the tears started rolling down her cheek. You immediately pulled her closer to you, wrapping the blonde up in a big hug.
You were furious at the people calling the most wonderful, loyal and kind hearted girl you’ve ever known those malicious things.
The crying didn’t stop, less was full on sobbing into your chest trying to form sentences.
“Baby I need you to breathe”
You whispered softly into her ear trying to calm her down while still holding her as close as possible. She only shook her head.
“Less.. c‘mon my love”
“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”
This eventually guided her into slowing her breathing down and stop sobbing. The tears were still flowing though.
“I swear I didn’t chea-
She tried to say but was interrupted by you immediately.
“hey I kno-”
"I don't want to loose you"
She whispered while her breathing started picking up again.
"“You’re not going to lose me.”
You said while cradling her face in your hand trying to rub all of the tears away with your thumbs.
"Less listen to me, you're the most important person in my life and no one is going to ruin that, not those haters and especially not Alex"
"But everyone thinks-
"“I don’t care what they think, to me, you are perfect."
She didn't say anything but the tears slowly stopped and the frown was still prominent on her face. She looked down at the promise ring you gave her for your one year anniversary and started fidgeting with it.
"Come here"
You whispered, pulling her onto your lap.
"You, Alessia Mia Teresa Russo, probably have the biggest heart on this entire planet and for people to take advantage of that is not right. Those people saying mean stuff have no idea what's really going on and they try to make up fucking stories only to spread misinformation. But that's what it is, they're just random people who would never dare to say something to your face, and if they did I would have a talk with them."
A little smile appeared on her face after you finished your last sentence and repeatedly left kisses on her cheeks.
"I love you so much Y/n"
She turned around to face you and planted a sweet kiss on your lips.
"I love you mi vida"
Your heart broke at her tear stained face but you were glad that she was feeling a little bit better.
"How about ordering something from your favourite sushi place and watching Dirty dancing?"
Her blue eyes lit up by the mention of her favourite food and she gave you a proper smile which you immediately returned.
"I thought you hated dirty dancing?"
She raised her eyebrow at you while pulling you closer by your necklace, which only made your need to kiss her grow larger.
"Yeah but I love you, so I have to deal with it"
You chuckled and pressed your lips on hers, instantly relaxing into the comforting taste of her strawberry flavoured chapstick.
#alessia russo#alessia russo x reader#woso fanfics#woso soccer#woso masterlist#fanfic#lionesses#engwnt#woso community#lgbtq#alessia russo imagine#womens football
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Hey I would love to have some more george x reader fanfictions, I totally agree that there are not enough around her👀 can you do the sparring prompt 1 and 8 (but instead of hair maybe some clothing that's more revealing than usual?) And friends to lovers and mutual pining and awkwardness and all that🥺 thank you in advance 🩷
How To Stand
Pairings: George Karim x gn!reader
Summary: After losing another fight, George offers to give you some training with your rapier. When things get more intimate than expected, he has to keep you on your feet in a different way.
Content: injury mention, friends to lovers, mutual pining, kissing, fluff
A/N: thank you again for the request and all the love on my other fics!! Sorry it's taken so long to get this one done, work has been super busy 😣 Also this fic has taken me past the 12,500 word mark since I started writing last weekend so thank you to everyone who has requested or read for inspiring me to be creative again, I'm blown away by all the support!
Word count: 2.8k (exactly, which is very satisfying)
You winced at the bite of the antiseptic.
"Sorry," George mumbled, dabbing lightly at the cut on your arm.
Last night's case had led to a nasty run-in with a relic man who turned out to be more proficient with a knife than you were with a rapier. You'd only recently begun your training, to be fair - after running away from home, you'd reunited with your childhood best friend, George Karim. Both of you were talented, and you had nowhere else to go, so despite your lack of experience George had managed to blag you a place in Lockwood & Co. In the weeks since you had joined your skills with Touch and Sight had proved invaluable, but as your injuries continually demonstrated your skills with the blade left much to be desired.
"We really should think about getting you some more training," George half-joked as he carefully applied a dressing to the wound.
"Only if it's from you," you replied.
"Really? Wouldn't you be better off with Lockwood? He's a pro, or even Lucy is better than me."
"Hey," you interrupted, sharper than you meant, "don't sell yourself short! I've seen you in a fight, you're amazing! Besides, you really think I'm not going to be super intimidated trying to learn from Mr 'I beat Quill Kipps in a tournament and framed the article on the staircase'?" You both laughed.
"Fair point. Okay, rest up, it's been a Iong night. We'll start tomorrow afternoon, wear something comfortable."
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The two of you spent an easy morning together in the library, George with research for the next case and you with your favourite book. Almost in time with the clock in the hallway chiming one, a low rumbling came from the chair opposite you. George had forgotten breakfast again. Quietly, trying not to distract him (though it would take more than a little movement at this point), you snuck out to prepare lunch.
Five minutes later, the familiar scent of tomato soup and cheese toasties had George out of his seat and loitering in the kitchen doorway.
"You're the best," he sighed. Much as he loved his Iranian dishes and the personal time he got preparing them, he secretly loved when you cooked for him. You'd been doing it ever since you two were children - simple things like pizza or your signature toasties to begin with, warming stews or toad in the hole now you were older. Whatever it was, it was always homey and comforting. Kind of like your presence, if he was being honest with himself. Even the most stressful situations were easier to deal with when you were around; he knew you trusted him with your innermost secrets and in turn he could talk to you about anything. Well, almost anything. He wasn't sure he would ever work up the courage to tell you about the way he got butterflies every time you smiled, the way his knees went weak whenever your hand brushed his, the way he almost lost his resolve last week when you wiped a stray crumb off his cheek. If only you'd…
"Hey," you prompted lightly at a very zoned-out George. No use tapping his shoulder or raising your voice when he got like this, it would only startle him, you just had to wait for him to ride it out. After a moment, his eyes slowly refocused.
"Sorry, I was miles away."
"Ah," you smiled, not knowing the effect it had. "Go anywhere nice?"
Incredibly, he thought. "I'll bring you a postcard next time."
Your giggle brightened up the whole room as you set two bowls and a plate down on the table. You weren't sure when you'd started the tradition of your toasties being on a shared plate, but down the line the two of you had realised you ate slightly less and George took the leftovers, so it was easier to put them together in the first place. Somehow he always managed to leave you just the right amount.
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After lunch, George began the washing up (another tradition, whoever didn't cook would clean) while you went to get ready for your first training session. You weren't particularly sporty, but you did have a gym wear set that you thought would be okay to practise in. Besides, you'd never actually worn it since joining the agency and that was simply not acceptable, you felt far too cute in it to let it sit there gathering dust. Hopefully George would think you looked cute in it too.
No, no, no. You couldn't go down that road. You'd always loved George as a friend, but it wasn't until you reunited and started living together in 35 Portland Row that you really fell for him. All the little quirks that had drawn you to him as a child, that felt like you were looking in a mirror, now made your heart flutter. Even little things like the way he pushed his glasses up was cute and made you fixate on his hands a little too much. One time, you'd tried to be more flirty with him, and the poor boy had seemed so perturbed that you hadn't tried again. Message received.
Heaving a sigh, you redressed the wound on your arm, which was healing nicely, and made your way down to the basement.
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Your eternally bouncy footsteps echoing down the steps drew George's attention from polishing his rapier. A rapier which he almost dropped straight into his foot, jaw closely following its descent.
The first thing he saw was a pair of brightly coloured trainers. Next came toned calves, on show beneath cropped, tightly-fitting leggings. Above those leggings, which had sculpted themselves round your hips, was the cause of George's lapse in dexterousness: a glimpse of previously unseen bare skin, your stomach, exposed by a loose crop top. Having temporarily forgotten how to breathe, George used the last of his oxygen-fuelled sanity to force his gaze up to meet yours, and you shifted nervously under his scrutiny.
"Will this be okay?" you asked, thinking he was concerned about your ability to fight in it.
"Ye- uh, yes. You look…" Amazing. Radiant. Divine. Unbelievable. Incredible. Hot. "Comfy." What the hell, George, get it together. He frankly wondered how he ever expected you to like him the way he liked you if that was the best he could do.
Nonetheless, you relaxed back into yourself as you beamed at him. "Good, you did say to wear something comfortable."
George smiled back, pleased to know you paid so much attention to his words, before finally taking notice of the fresh dressing peeking out from beneath your short sleeve. As if guided by an invisible force, he moved closer to you, raised fingers ghosting over the bandage.
"Will you be okay working out with this? I don't want to risk reopening the cut." His voice wavered, barely noticeable had he been talking to anyone but you. You responded with a simple nod, trying to disguise the way your voice had caught in your throat and hoping the movement would dislodge it. A flash of realisation crossed his face as your eyes met and he hastily stepped away, the mask of Researcher George descending once more.
"Okay, let's get started. The first thing we need to work on is your stance and grip - although they seem trivial, they are in fact vitally important to your success rate."
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You spent the next half an hour drilling stances, mimicking the way George held himself and him in turn glancing back to give pointers on how far apart you'd placed your feet or whether you were leaning too far in any direction. Sometimes the pose would call for raised arms and his directions would come out a little fumbled as your top rode further up your stomach. He tried not to let his gaze linger too long. It was more difficult than he expected.
When he was satisfied you’d got the hang of the stances, he announced it was time to fix your grip. You weren't entirely sure what he meant - your grip was firm, knuckles clenched around the hilt.
"Grip isn't about how tightly you hold your rapier, but how effectively," he explained, tone the same as if he were explaining the history of an artefact. "If anything, it should be a little loose to enable you to pivot to meet an unexpected blow. Make it an extension of your arm." He demonstrated, and you watched in mild confusion as he swung it further than the natural movement of his wrist would seem to allow. Then, he turned to try and advise you on how to improve. His head tilted left, then right. He moved round to your left, then right. Your position wasn't bad, per se, but as he compared your hand to his he couldn't for the life of him figure out how to explain what needed adjusting. Perhaps partly due to the lingering thought in the back of his mind about how much he wished it was his hand you were holding instead of the rapier. Willing his brain to cooperate, he flexed his hand to figure out what exactly it was he did to get it how it needed to be. Got it. Sort of.
You watched the gears spinning behind George's eyes as he moved around you, hand shifting occasionally. Eventually he settled almost over your shoulder.
"Do you mind if I…?" He trailed off, miming putting his arms around you.
"Sure." Your response was far quicker than you expected. You prayed he didn't notice. What you noticed was the shaky breath he drew in as he repeated the action around your waist, hands coming to rest over yours. The cold metal of his belt buckle against the exposed skin of your back made you gasp, both from shock and from how close it meant he was.
"Sorry," he murmured.
"It's okay," you returned, beginning to turn but stopping yourself when out of the corner of your eye you were confronted with his face just inches from yours. You'd been in each other's personal space before, hugging when one of you was upset or falling asleep slumped together after particularly gruelling cases. It would be so easy to turn just a little further, to where your noses and lips were level, to… You snapped your focus back to the rapier you were both holding, giving George a clear view of the rosy flush spreading across your cheek. Those fingers that you had fixated on so many times, as they flicked through pages upon pages of research or skimmed over the spines of books in the Archives, now folded over your own and gently nudged them into the correct position. It astounded you, the care he once again took to not cause you any discomfort with his actions. First when he’d dressed your wound, and now this. His thumb had come to rest on the inside of your wrist, and it was only your own knowledge of first aid telling you he would feel his own pulse that kept you from panicking about the way yours was racing beneath it. Subconsciously, you leant into him a little, marvelling at the pressure on your back from the rise and fall of his chest. Your hold on the rapier felt better now, more flexible and somehow stronger for being loosened up. George gave your hands a small squeeze as if to set them in place.
“How does that feel?” His voice ghosted over the shell of your ear, huskier than you’d expected and so, so close. You knew he was talking about the grip, but between his hands still over yours and his body pressed so close, your thoughts got away from you.
You couldn’t help it.
Your knees buckled.
George reacted immediately. His hands never left your body for a second, trying to support you through whatever had just happened, but they slid from your hands up to your elbows and then jumped to a firmer grasp at your waist, twitching involuntarily against the tingle of warm skin.
“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly, moving with one hand gliding over your stomach and the other following across your back until you were facing him. He wanted so badly to be respectful of your boundaries, conscious of how this would look if anyone were to walk in at that moment, but he was far more concerned about keeping you steady with the way you’d almost collapsed against him. Was it exhaustion from the endless string of cases? Blood loss from your injury? Something more major?
“I’m fine, it’s nothi-” The words died in your throat. George was staring at you, his cheeks burning. You were used to him looking at you differently to the rest of the agency, throwing longsuffering glances when Lockwood and Lucy were up to their usual antics or a nostalgic smile when you talked about your childhood together, but this was something altogether different. His lips were slightly parted like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening (neither could you), eyes warm and sparkling with surprise, tenderness, and something else… Hope?
“Please tell me it’s not nothing.” The words fell from his lips quietly and freely as his gaze flickered down for barely a second. His eyes widened a little. “I mean, don’t say you’re fine if you’re not. I want to be sure you’re alright.”
That sparkle in his eyes had dimmed, replaced by a backpedalling into dullness that always came with feared rejection. You’d seen it many times over the years - in his eyes the first time he spoke about being the weirdo of his family, in your own in the hallway mirror when you registered Lockwood’s hesitation about hiring you. But it hadn’t entirely taken him over yet, and you’d be damned if you were going to be the reason it did.
“Is that really what you mean?” you asked softly.
“Yes. No!” His blush darkened and his eyes closed for a beat as he took a deep breath. “What I’m trying to say, I guess, is yes, I mean I want to make sure you’re alright, but no, that’s not what I didn’t want to be nothing. I, um…” He searched your eyes again for any indication that you knew what was coming and didn’t want to hear it, but when all he was met with was genuine expectation and a slight nod of encouragement, he continued. “I like you, you know I do, or we wouldn’t be friends. But I like you, and we’ve never been as close as we were just then, so with all the little things that happened I was trying to figure out if I was reading too much into it or if… if you feel the same.”
An astonished smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you processed this revelation. The boy you’d been silently pining for all this time, the boy you knew had trouble articulating his feelings when they were too close to his heart, had just told you in no uncertain terms that he reciprocated the feelings he didn’t even know you had. It was too good to be true.
You lifted your hand from his arm and pinched yourself. Ow.
George let out a baffled chuckle. “Okay, what was that all about?”
Your hand didn’t return to his arm; instead it cupped his cheek, thumb grazing his lower lip and pinky curling under his chin. This time he didn’t try to disguise the way his eyes were drawn to your lips as your smile grew.
“Just making sure.”
You rose onto your tiptoes, closing the gap between you. George’s steadying hands continued to do their job, moving to wrap around you and tug you closer to him. Your rapier clattered to the floor, forgotten, as you brought your other hand up to his arm, thumb rubbing across his bicep and ruffling the sleeve of his oversized T-shirt. The kiss was sweet and gentle, a little clumsy, but tinged with the fervor of finally being able to act on the desires you’d been holding back for so long. Everything you’d hoped it would be. Through the haze of euphoria, your brain urged you to concentrate, to remember every little detail, every emotion and impression: the taste of his lips, the warmth of his hands on your bare back, the tickle of his curls as they brushed your forehead, the rush of air as you pulled apart just enough to catch your breath and he grinned against your mouth. But it was okay, you reminded yourself. You doubted you’d ever forget, but even if you did all it would take is for you to kiss him again. So, just in case, you did.
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Anxiety With a Happy Ending
Zach Turner x Reader
Warnings: Anxiety, Adult Language, Jealousy, Mention of Vehicle Crash, Mention of Daddy Issues, Mention of Stealing Alcohol, Angst but with Fluff at the end, and Maybe Some Grammar Errors.
Description: Y/N has been trying to get in contact with her Best Friend who she secretly has feelings for all day but has gotten nothing. But, once she hears about what happened that morning her Anxiety takes over her entire body.
Word Count: 1,763
Author’s Note: Hello Everyone! My first Zach Turner one shot is finally here and I apologize if it’s a little short! I kinda lost inspiration towards the end. Sorry about the description being short too! I’m bad at writing descriptions because I’m scared I’m going to spoil too much.
Y/N was sitting in her last period of the day. As her teacher rambled on about a topic, she didn’t give a shit about she kept glancing down at her phone that was sitting right beside her textbook. Early this morning she had been texting her best friend Zach. She was trying her best to talk him out of cutting school with the bad girl of the school who is also a year older and one grade level up than them. Ever since he met the girl, he’s been acting out. Not that Y/N is surprised by him acting out because she knows he’s just trying to get his father’s attention, but she doesn’t want him to get into big trouble with not just his parents but with the school as well.
However, ever since she arrived at school, she hasn’t heard from him. The last text she received from him said that he got busted, so he will be at school, but she hasn’t seen him at all. They have about every class together and he hasn’t shown up to one of them.
Y/N has been trying her best to not worry, but every time she glances at her phone her nerves begin to pace. She glanced over to her left at the empty desk and chair where Zach sits. She felt her anxiety rising, so she took a deep breath to calm her nerves down.
She saw her phone light up, so she quickly picked up her phone. She was hoping it was a text from Zach, but it wasn’t. The number was unknown, but in the text, it read that it was from Mila, the girl Zach has been hanging out with. Mila told her to meet her outside of the school because she needs to talk with her which confused Y/N. How did Mila get her phone number and why does she want her to meet her at the front of the school. Y/N really didn’t want to meet up with Mila since she wants nothing to do with that bad influence, but then again, Mila might know where Zach is or have heard from him. She quickly sent Mila a text back letting her know that she will be there.
After Y/N hit the send button the bell rung signaling that the long school day was finally over. Y/N put her phone in the pocket of her sweatshirt and started to pack her stuff back into her book bag. She stood up from her chair grabbing her book bag off the floor and wrapped the straps over her shoulders. She walked out of the classroom and into the busy hallway.
Y/N decided to stop by her locker before she met up with Mila. She quickly opened her locker and put some of the books that were in her book bag into her locker since she didn’t need to take them home with her. After she was done, she closed her locker and zipped her book bag back up. Again, Y/N had to squeeze her way through the busy hallway to get to the front doors of the school. “Got to fucking love high school.” Y/N mumbled to herself with a roll of her eyes as she squeezed by people.
When she finally walked outside, she felt like she could finally breathe fresh air. She looked around till her eyes spotted Mila on the side street leaning on her motor bike. As Y/N walked closer to Mila she noticed the front over her bike was all banged up. “What the fuck took you so long?” Mila asked her in a nasty tone in her voice. “Oh, I’m sorry. Are you in a rush to go steal alcohol from the liquor store?” Y/N shot back which made Mila let out a harsh laugh. “I love how you think you know me.” Mila said as she folded her arms over her chest. “Are you in a bitchy mood because you crashed your bike into something?” Y/N asked in an annoyed tone. “I crashed my bike into the back of Zach’s dad’s car.” Mila told her which made Y/N’s heart rate speed up.
“So, you have seen Zach today.” Y/N said still annoyed. Did Zach lie to her saying he was really coming to school when in reality he wasn’t. “Yeah, for like a fucking minuet.” Mila told her crossing off Y/N’s theory. “What? What happened?” Y/N asked now confused, but her anxiety rising again. “I was just riding my bike down the street behind them when his dad just randomly slammed on his breaks making me crash into the back of his car.” Mila said explaining what happened this morning in annoyance in her voice. “Was everyone alright?” Y/N asked as her anxiety was taking over her body. “I don’t know. His dad just sped away.” Mila said with a shrug.
“That’s why I wanted you to meet up with me. I haven’t seen or spoken to Zach since that happened.” Mila added as she stood up straight. “No, I haven’t spoken to him since this morning, and I haven’t seen him.” Y/N answered her questions. “Great.” Mila said with a heavy sigh. “I have to walk past Zach’s house to get to mine, so I’ll see if he’s home.” Y/N told her trying to hide the worry that was rising in her veins. “Okay, can you text me an update.” Mila asked her.
Y/N did see some worry in Mila’s eyes which made her jealous. Is Y/N jealous of the type of person Mila is? Fuck no! Is she jealous of all the attention Zach has been giving Mila? Fuck yes! But is this the time to be petty towards Mila? No, that can wait. “Yeah.” Y/N answered with a nod and started her way down the sidewalk.
Y/N was able to keep her nerves on the down low all day till what Mila just told her. There’s no way that she can keep her anxiety levels down now. All she kept thinking about was Zach and if he is alright. She doesn’t know what she would do if something happened to him. Y/N hasn’t told anyone this, but she’s started to develop feelings for her brunette-haired best friend. That’s why she gets jealous when Zach spends most of his time with Mila.
When Y/N got to Zach’s house she felt her heart drop. There was nothing but police cars around the house and two officers were blocking the front door. “What the fuck is going on?” Y/N whispered to herself. She quickly ran down the sidewalk to her house that was just down the street. She ran up to her front door and unlocked the door. When she walked inside her house, she dropped her book bag down to the floor and pulled out her phone to call Zach. She really needed to talk to him and know what the fuck is going on. When Y/N put her phone to her ear the call went straight to his voicemail. “No, no, no.” Y/N said in complete panic taking her phone away from her ear. Before she could redial someone called her. It was Zach’s mom, so she quickly answered the call.
“Hello?” Y/N said after putting the phone up against her ear. “Y/N.” She heard Zach’s voice on the other line which made her heart rate skip a beat. “Zach! I’m so relieved to hear your voice.” Y/N said into the phone. “Come to the hospital.” She heard him say in a serious tone. “Zach, what’s going on?” Y/N said as her relief quickly melted away. “I’ll tell you when you get here.” She heard him tell her. Before she could say anything else he hung up. Y/N let out a heavy sigh as she called for a cab to take her to the hospital since her mom wasn’t going to be home from work till after five.
As Y/N waited for the cab outside her house she sent a text to her mom letting her know what’s going on. After she hit the send button the cab showed up. When she got into the back of the cab, she told the driver where to take her. During the car ride Y/N did all she could do to keep her nerves down, but she couldn’t. As she stared out the window all she kept thinking about was her phone call with Zach. She was finally so relieved to hear from him, but the way he was talking quickly drained that feeling out of her.
Y/N was so deep in her thoughts that she didn’t realize that the cab has arrived at the hospital. After she thanked and paid the driver she got out of the cab.
She took a deep breath and walked into the front doors of the emergency room of the hospital. Her eyes scanned the room till they finally landed on Zach who was sitting in the corner of the room by himself. “Zach!” Y/N called out to him as she quickly walked over to him. When he looked up, she noticed scratches on his face which made her heart ache. Zach stood up and gave her a big hug which she returned right away. “I’m so happy to see you.” Zach told her as he held her as close to him as he could. “Same here.” Y/N told him.
“Before I catch you up on what happened I need to tell you something really important.” Zach said pulling away, so he was looking at her, but he still had his arms around her. “What is it?” Y/N asked him as she stared into his brown eyes. Zach didn’t say anything. Instead, he connected his lips with hers which took her by surprise. She still returned the kiss, but she was still in shock that she was kissing her best friend. When they pulled away from each other’s lips they rested their foreheads against one another’s.
“After the scary and fucked up day I just had, I knew the first thing I had to do was tell you that I have feelings for you.” Zach told her taking both of her hands in his’s. “Well, I’m happy I get to tell you that I have feelings for you, too.” Y/N told him smiling for the first time today.
Zach smiled as again he leaned in and connected his lips with Y/N’s again both so happy to finally be with each other after a day that was filled with nothing but anxiety.
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finally admitted to myself that ok maybe i doooo ship snily 🙄 the thing is that i cannot find fics… i mean i *can* but there’s too many and i don’t know where to start……. so this is me asking for recommendations from the only jily shipper i know of (i’m not in the fandom a lot lol). i think it would be cool to read about them getting together as adults or something where snape is a little bi (turns out i also ship snape and sirius…. whatever ok!!!) but truly anything you have i’m accepting hehe i trust you! thank you bye!!! ps; i miss a&i aka the fic that i love so much and that i shamelessly recommend to literally everyone i know xxxxx
hi!
I'm gonna be real with you; there is very little Snily and even fewer stories I've found that do them both justice. I find that many make Lily a damsel in distress with like, her only driving motive to be a mother, and James is ALWAYS a POS. And Snape becomes an alpha male who is too controlling and it just skeeves me out. Lily loses all autonomy the second they do the deed and it's just not my thing. Even with the few Snape/OC fics I've read; if Snape is not like feral and nasty and with someone who can match that energy, I have no interest in it.
I have two major stories that come to mind with A+++ Snily. I have discovered recently that I am somewhat of a Snape Snob when it comes to fics where I only enjoy it if he is an unhinged, bitter little asshole who is a little nuts and Lily is like, the only one who can stomach him and keep him somewhat calm, but she can absolutely match his level of crazy if/when she needs to.
Come Once Again and Love Me - laventadorn
I read this nearly a decade ago and I haven't picked it up again because it just breaks my heart and puts it back together. It's a "Snape gets a do-over" but he does NOT want the do-over - he doesn't want anything to do with Lily at all at first - but the author does such a beautiful job of showing Snape as a bitter 30-something-year-old back as a teen just as his life took a dark turn. And Lily is AMAZING - her grief over losing her life old life (when she thinks of Harry it's gutting) but finding Snape again is just - UGH. She doesn't put up with his shit. She matches him and doesn't back down. She's awesome. A true queen.
A Dream Carved in Stone - diadelphous
I forgot about this one for a long time and recently reread it - I think I accidentally took inspiration from it with a certain potion LOL so I am giving full credit here - BUT - THIS is the best Snily I have ever read. It's during the first war where Lily and James never got together and Dumbledore approaches Lily and asks her to get Snape to confess he's a Death Eater. Their love story is - SO. FUCKING. GOOD.
They are both a little broken and a little crazy, but when people ask me how it would've gone down if Snape had known about Lily being pregnant, THIS story is how it would've gone down. When he's Soft with Lily it's so natural, it's so tender and raw and I die a little. Also, his reaction when Lily says she's pregnant is 10/10. It makes me laugh and cry every time.
I'm sorry I don't have more but I genuinely don't know of any others (at least that I like). I love this pairing so much LOL it makes me so sad there's nothing out there.
#sam speaks#fic recs#snily#I know WHY its unpopular its more of like#there is so much potential#if snape had just like pulled his head of of his ass#for like a minute
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Shiro, I love your angst. May I ask angsty with happy ending with Z? Maybe, smth caused by his fame or- OH! HOW ABT! Reader is also close friends with Robaire. Z and Reader likes each other but have yet to confess. (You see where I’m going?). Z is jealous of Rob but never said anything buy when Z catches Rob on top of Reader (Reader tripped and Rob tried to help. Maybe? Can be smth else), he kinda snapped as in “fuck this. I give up. Aight I’m out”.
Idk rlly, I just love angst with happy ending and you’re the angst provider so I trust you
praise be for the manga has inspired my return (these requests have been sitting here for like a good year i am so sorry 🙇♀️🙇♀️, but god this prompt is too good to let sit)
jealous! aaron z x reader headcanons~
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ you are so down bad for z ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
i'd like to say you and z have been dancing around each other for awhile, like deadass doing the viennese waltz around your feelings if you will. (he's too shy to make a move and you're too unsure about his feelings for you despite the very clear affection).
i mean, you can't really blame anyone in this situation because why would you ruin a perfectly good friendship with romance?? you, z, and robaire were essentially THE highschool trio of friends. no matter how iffy the situation got between you three your foundation was rock solid.
with robaire being the overachiever and z being the shy and stoic guy he is, you naturally became the mediator between the two. often telling off robaire for not taking breaks and enjoying himself, and encouraging z to put himself out there more. essentially, getting them to live a little.
you had to admit though you were much closer to z, while robaire had his own things going on that didn't often involve your trio, z was always there in your corner. you are each others' biggest cheerleaders even as adults <33
this closeness slowly blossomed into feelings as you watched z grow from the sidelines...
It was a quiet night in the dance studio, you were helping Aaron film a fun freestyle choreography he had just come up with. Were your arms aching from the various takes you needed to do? Yeah, but for that smile it was well worth it. His expressions were perfect, his movements sharp and well-practiced, to say the least he was in perfect form.
The song ended and the CD stopped echoing from your speakers, you let Z hold his ending pose for a few seconds before stopping the recording. "That time was really good! Just like the last trillion takes~" You teased, already knowing Z was growing embarrassed from the way he pouted at you.
"Yeah, I'm satisfied... Wanna head out for dinner?" He suggested as he jogged over to where you were standing right beside his bag. Grabbing a towel and quickly wiping over his face as well as the back of his neck. "I know it's late so you could stay over tonight..." He added softly, that was the tone Z used whenever he was trying to play off something he really wanted. How could you say no?
"Sure! But you should go change, all the offense when I say you reek of sweat." You giggled to hide the excitement that was bubbling in your stomach. Spending the night at Z's as adults was much more fun than in highschool, the two of you would stay up and drink for a bit before cuddling (platonically!) on the couch to watch movies. "I'll wait out in the hall." You suggested as you began to step out but one muscular arm proceeded to block you—
"I reek huh? Well then, before you go how 'bout I give you a thank you hug~?" Z asked teasingly before quickly grabbing you by the waist.
"Noooo!!" You laughed, "Ugh you nasty!" Quickly writhing out of Z's hold, you jumped out of his arms and bolted for the door. "Just go and change before I drown you in perfume!" You threatened before shutting the door and taking a seat on one of the hallway benches.
You took a few deep breaths before finally letting the warmth spread on your cheeks, god that was embarrassing... You wondered if Z could tell your heart was racing, all of his usual actions have been taking a different effect on you lately and you hated it. Your relationship with him was supposed to be the one steadfast and assured thing in your life, these feelings would only rip that away.
Before you could lament on your feelings too much, another familiar voice called out to you.
"Hey (name)! I didn't know you were here too!" Robaire called out joyfully, carrying a seemingly forgotten shopping bag as he exited the office next to the dance studio. It was weird to admit that you and Robaire drifted after highschool, sure you were still friendly and familiar with each other, but your relationship didn't quite retain the same quality as yours with Z.
Robaire casually took a seat next to you, placing the bag next to him. "It's been awhile since I've seen you alone, usually you and Z are joined at the hip!" He exclaimed as he leaned his back against the wall, a nostalgic smile taking over his features. "Not that that's a bad thing of course. I'm happy you two are still close!" The last part felt... forced. Maybe Robaire lamented letting you drift away to Z's side so easily?
"It's honestly easy to be around him, although he's changed a lot since highschool." You reflected evenly, watching as Robaire exhaled and gently leaned his head on your shoulder. Now this was nostalgic, you remembered the days when Robaire would seek you out to take a break from all the stress and responsibilities he put onto himself. Letting his head rest on you just as it did now as he closed his eyes to let himself have a moment of silence.
Robaire regretted taking on so much at the expense of leaving your relationship in the dust.
"Does that mean... I'm still the same?" Robaire asked, his tone showing genuine curiosity.
You thought about that for a bit, although more mature and knowing how to pace himself a little better now, you couldn't truly pinpoint if Robaire had changed in your eyes or not. "You're still my Bear." You settled on that answer, he retained his dependability and sense of responsibility from when you were teenagers, but you could tell he still craved affection and acknowledgement every now and then. Same old Bear.
"Your Bear huh..."
Even from a distance Z could see the grin forming on Robaire's face from where he stood and he hated it. He felt invisible to the one person who always saw and looked in his direction, and it hurt.
to say the least, z and robaire's relationship was complicated.
they care for each other! they really do it's just...
everyone saw robaire, everyone looked at robaire, from highschool until now he was the one who had everyone's attention and expectations. and yes yours included but you never left z out, you never left him behind.
even when everyone's eyes were on robaire you looked for him, when everyone noticed robaire you made sure to notice him. everyone else could take the backseat when it came to you because you were z's priority. z almost felt bad depending on you this much but you proved time and time again you would be there for him and make him feel worth it, that alone made him so unbelievably happy.
maybe this was some sort of punishment for him being selfish, for him monopolizing your feelings, for him falling in love with you, any other rhyme or reason for the building pit in his stomach his heart named it. he should have expected this, he should have known.
fuck this, he's done. if you wanted robaire and robaire wanted you, he'd let it happen. it's the least he could do after so selfishly keeping you by his side this whole time.
"Welp, that's enough reflecting. Do you need a ride home?" Robaire offered as he detached himself from your shoulder. Ignoring the bubbling feeling in his chest at the expectation of your answer.
"Oh, I'm having dinner with Aaron actually..." You rejected politely, you could see his green eyes falter slightly before quickly returning to normal as he nodded. Standing up from the bench, he grabbed the forgotten shopping bag then turned back to face you, "We should hang out again sometime, us three. I miss you guys y'know?"
At that you smiled, the thought of rekindling your friendship with Robaire was nice. "Definitely." You replied, waving him off before standing up, now how long does it take to change a damn shirt? Z loved complaining when you took a while to change but he sure was taking his sweet time.
You walked down the hallway back to the dance studio, your footsteps echoing as the lightbulbs blinked above you. Was their agency... always this creepy at night? Now you were a bit scared. "Z?" You called out as you saw a tall figure in the hallway, "There you are!"
Sighing in relief you ran towards Z, your friend's back was turned to you however even in the darkness of the dimly lit hallway you recognized the same old worn out t-shirt he liked to wear in his down time. You got it for him on his birthday after all. "I was worried you left me there for a minute!" You laughed as you went to grab his hand, but surprisingly he pulled away.
"What happened to Robaire?" He asked, with a tone of voice... You hadn't heard him use that in a long time, monotone yet polite, one he only ever pulled out when talking with strangers. "I thought you were gonna go home with him instead." His back was still turned to you, he was refusing to look at you? Why...
"Are you okay?" Was your first instinct to ask, grabbing his wrist and pulling him closer to you. Trying to grab ahold of the situation, "Where did all these Robaire questions come from? I thought we were going back to your place?"
When he finally turned around to face you it was with an apathetic expression. After all those years of friendship and learning his expressions you couldn't read him for once. Aaron wouldn't meet your eyes and it hurt.
"We were. Until it seemed like you wanted to go home with him instead." Z grumbled under his breath, his eyes hardening as he tried to pull his arm out of your grasp once more but you wouldn't let him this time.
"Aaron, talk to me. Why are you making these assumptions when I already made plans with you?" You groaned, frustrated, it was as if you had just met all over again and you hated it. "Did I do something wrong? What happened, why are you so upset all of a sudden?!"
"Because I love you even though I know I'm not enough."
That took you aback.
First of all, Aaron loves you?! Second of all, he thinks he's not enough?! Third of all... Actually there is no third of all, you were just gonna get this boy home so you could have a proper heart-to-heart and talk it out.
fast forward to you shoving z into his own car and driving him home, with you literally grabbing onto his hand and dragging him to the vehicle, you had the spare key cause he had no one to give it to so there was no issue getting in.
z was supposed to be the quiet one here, so with you immediately going silent after his (admittedly horrible) confession, he was worried that he had completely ruined the relationship between you two. maybe he was too rough, too stoic to properly convey that he just wanted to see you happy even if it was with robaire... (i mean he definitely was but still!)
so to his surprise, the moment you got to his house you sat his ass down at his coffee table and began heating up leftovers for dinner. anytime he'd awkwardly move from his position in an attempt to help you'd give him the death stare which made him immediately sit back down.
you slammed down two bowls of chinese fried rice and some spring rolls onto the table before sitting across from him, clasping your hands together before seriously looking at him and saying; "Talk. To. Me."
You ate your food morosely across from Aaron as he hesitantly narrated the moment he saw you and Robaire sitting together on the bench. The moment he got to Robaire leaning on your shoulder and calling him ‘your Bear’ and his following thought process you absolutely wanted to face palm. This stupid boy... This stupidly, emotionally repressed boy—
You casually set your bowl aside as you walked over to Aaron, immediately engulfing him in the warmest hug you could muster. Feeling him stiffen before relaxing in your hold as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head into your shoulder. "Oh Aaron, you foolish foolish boy." You chuckled as you nuzzled your face into his hair. "You're so lucky I love you."
The moment he heard that his face shot up, his eyes meeting yours for the first time that night. And slowly you could see him emerge, your Aaron, as tears built up in his eyes at hearing you loved him too. "R-really...?" He whispered, you could practically feel the longing in his voice hoping that what you just said was true.
"After all those years of being your friend have I ever lied to you? Even once?" You asked gently, cupping his cheek in the palm of your hand as he sniffled, feeling the warmth spread across his cheeks that inevitably mixed with the tears that started falling from his eyes.
"I'm s-sorry... For bein' mean to you..." He tried to sob as quietly as he could but at this point Z just couldn't hold back anymore. "I love you... so so so much it hurts." You brought your friend back into your embrace and sighed softly, pressing a kiss to his hair as he buried himself into your chest asking for forgiveness.
"I'm sorry too." You apologized, "God do you know how long I've been pining for you? I was just too cowardly, I didn't want to ruin what we already had."
"We're both cowards I guess..." Z sniffled one last time before chuckling. More of in relief that you seemed to forgive him and the fact that he didn't fuck everything up with his outburst.
"Pff, yeah." You agreed and gently took Aaron's face into your hands, cupping his cheeks in your palms before pressing kisses all over his face. "But really though, I love you. I love you Aaron." Repeating it twice, properly announcing your feelings in a way that left no doubts or insecurities.
"I love you too (name)..." Aaron grinned before pulling you down on top of him again, kissing you with all of the affection he had held back for so many years.
The two of you did more than cuddle on the couch at the end of the night~
with your relationship solidified you, aaron, and robaire could finally repair the issues that had sprouted between the three of you.
aaron's slight inferiority complex combined with robaire's desire to achieve was definitely a deadly duo to deal with, and you're still working on it to this day. but with you by his side aaron was definitely more self-assured, you gave him the confidence he needed to be more forward about his feelings.
for now, aaron loves you and you love him, that's all that matters.
#4town#4town x reader#4town aaron z#aaron z x reader#request#i am back and holy shit is this long#i didnt even realize how long this ended up being#hi anon sorry for keeping you waiting for like... half a year#4town headcanons#4town fanfic#anyways robaire unrequited love era
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Hhmmmm I have been inspired. Have a Constantine and Billy drabble.
“Hey, John, you there? John? Hello? Is the mirror on? Jooohhn! I can see you, ya know. C’mon turn around! C’moncmoncmon pleeeaaas--”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Constantine threw the scrolls down on the desk and whipped around, snagging the cig from edge and glaring at the two-way mirror that sat innocently upon the bookshelf, right where he left it. Right where he could see and hear for whenever one trouble-prone Billy Batson could reach him. The little shit was lucky John deemed pants a worthy effort that day. “What?”
Billy grinned at him, all bright eyed and apple cheeked and very obviously up to no good. It was hardly a wonder why John liked the brat so much. “Do you know how I can get to the veil without actually going through it? I mean, how Marvel could?”
Sometimes, he also really hated how much he liked him.
Through the steady stream of smoke as inhaled and exhaled, John squinted suspiciously at the kid as he tossed the words about in his head for a moment. “Why the fuck do you wanna go there? Not trying to bring someone back from the dead, are you? Cause necromancy is nasty shit, especially for the Big Cheese.”
“No! I am not doing necromancy. I just need to get to the... the midpoint. Not quite here, but not there yet.” And he said all that in a way John was sure Billy thought he was being rightly clever. That he could dance around saying outright what he wanted, using half truths and side steps, as if John Constantine wasn’t the fucking master of that particular game.
“You mean you wanna get to the Crossroads.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes.”
Well, John had to give him that - he knew when to not bullshit the bullshitter.
“No.”
“John--!”
“Do you even know what the Crossroads are? Literally and figuratively and spiritually - do you?”
“I mean--”
“No, no. Lemme finish.” He took a long drag just to give the kid time to pout and rethink whatever nonsense he wanted to get into. “The Crossroads aren’t for the likes of you nor me, got it. Because you know who resides?”
“Well, kinda--”
“The fuckin’ Fates, that’s who! And unless you’re going to them to tell personally and explicitly to fuck off, you’re not setting foot passed this plane of reality. Understood?”
Billy sighed loud and dramatic. A 50/50 on if John’s words got through. “I’m not trying to contact the Fates, John.”
Oh. Well, that was good.
Still, woulda been a joy to hear about bright and shiny Champion of Magic telling Fates to shove it.
“Then, why the fuck- This isn’t another stupid fuckin’ game Klarion is trying to rope you into, is it? Or a sorry sob story some poor dead sop gave to you about not wanting to move on? Cause there is no goddamn reason you should be having any sort of business there.” And the more Billy delayed telling him the actual truth, the antsier John got. But he knew, deep in his rotted, wicked heart, he knew how to follow these steps. Knew the script Billy wrote by because that was how he lived this long - testing the waters before going head first. John appreciated every wary bone in that kid’s body. Something had to balance out the overwhelming sense of compassion.
This time when Billy sighed, it was more resigned. More coming to terms with the inevitable fact that he was the one that contacted John because he needed to know something, and no matter what, John would tell it to him straight. Wouldn’t tell him no on the sole basis of whatever bullshit the League of Goody Fucks would feed him. Constantine may still very well say no, but he at least gave a good damn reason, thanks.
Blue gaze right on John, “I have business there cause I need to contact the Goddess Hekate to invite her to dinner.”
Oh, for fucks sake.
“Oh, for fucks sake, kid.”
#billy batson#john constantine#Me? combining my current hyperfixation with my undying love for these two magical miscreants?#its more likely than you think#anyway giving my Goddess Hek some acknowledgement and love here#because uh. Goddess of Witchcraft and magic. Champion of Magic. it makes sense#It doesnt make sense to John. At all. But he generally tries to avoid any and all gods#also that one in particular is fucking terrifying. please yall. her domains are vast.#but yeah Billy wants to idk. have a nice chat and dinner with her. Maybe a graveyard picnic.#Shes heard aaaalll about him from her main girl Persephone. so she'll agree.#Ive been wanting to stretch my banter muscles. esp with Billy since ive gone on an unexpected hiatus#maybe this will help. or some more drabbles#shazam#captain marvel
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Hi! I started reading your story sometime in the last week and I’m OBSESSED! I normally don’t have much patience and can’t get myself to read anything past like 15k or anything that’s still being worked on, but your story hooked me almost instantly! I really liked the description and decided to give it a try and I’m so glad I did. The detailed descriptions you give pull me into the story and the way you seamlessly switch points of view feels so natural. I just wanted to let you know how much I’m enjoying reading so far and I’m excited for more! ❤️
AW TYSM😭😭 this means a lot, esp since ive been kinda self conscious about the length of my fic lately (and also how long its gonna end up being once im actually done LMFAO) and ik my chapters have gotten ginormous BAHAHA so im glad that even if you don't usually read long stuff you still gave my fic a try and enjoyed it so much + are looking forward to more!!💖💖so ty again😭🙏
AND as usual i'll be using this to answer other asks:
thank you and AA im glad to hear it!! a lot of people have been telling me ive been inspiring them to draw lately and i love it (im just sorry i dont have any concrete tips to give people other than keep practicing LOL) but good luck and i hope you keep at it!!🥰🥰
GIRL IDK, IDEK HOW LONG THE STORY IS GONNA BE, but assuming im still brainrotted even when its done then YEAH u wouldnt be able to stop me if you tried😊 (im glad you like them so much as well, ty!!😭)
thank you!! and yes i usually have at least a vague idea of what i want in the story before i start, though a lot of it didn't become concrete until i started writing/things evolving from there. i made a big (slightly) vague timeline of the entire fic from beginning to (almost) end, and then i keep fleshing it out from there as the ideas keep coming to me/evolving, and for each chapter i make an even more detailed outline, and THEN i get started on the final chapter. so its a bit of a process bahaha, but the brainstorming is really fun!! as for any advice, im not sure. maybe just brainstorm/write down scenes and ideas that you know for a fact that you want to put in your fic, and then try to find a way to connect them to other scenes from there and work backwards. basically WRITE WHAT YOU WANT TO READ, cuz like im my own biggest fan fr, thats the most important part LMAO
LMFAO speaking of outlining future events.....this may or may not happen in the future/in an epilogue when clora is pregnant and she got those pregnant woman hormones that seb is fighting for his LIFE to keep up with HAHAHA
ive been drawing since i was 4 years old so...a while. LOL. and if you even look back to the beginning of my blog, my first drawings of seb were SO UGLY💀💀 so if you just keep drawing you constantly get better naturally (also in response to the other ask you sent as well, i use clip studio paint to draw!)
AW TYYY. AND YES CLORA WILL HAVE ANOTHER MC MOMENT, the ranrok confrontation is still coming, after all...👀👀 and true, idek who would win if clora and seb duelled again with neither of them holding back, but u are so right. even if clora DID win that would do nothing to change sebs mind about how protective he is LMFAO. THANK YOU AGAIN im glad you like my fic + drawings so much!!💖💖
BAHAHAH in my fic (for smut reasons and so that they could be 17 when they did the nasty) i made clora's bday april 3rd and sebs february 12, so clora is an aries and seb is an aquarius (and yes i just checked and apparently they ARE compatible, so seb can rest. also i just read up on aquarius and damn it unintentionally suits seb so well?? LOL "Aquarius is undoubtedly the most innovative, progressive, rebellious, and humanitarian. " and "They have incredible energy, though they may not always use it wisely. They find it easy to get through life on charm and good looks." LMFAO. ok king we love that
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Hey I've been rereading chapter 74 and when Alette talks about being better than their siblings. Abrielle used to act out like Athalie. I wondered what exactly they did wrong to be the "worse" twin. Was Alette basically complaining that her 5 year olds were acting like 5 years olds?And Athalie was worse cause she kept crying for her mother's attention which was too "clingy" and "needy" while Abrielle got "better" Because she stopped caring/trying altogether? I mean we all know Sophia was a brat but what did Selene do (or is Alette just biased cause she was a menace to her sister aka she was the bad twin). Sorry for the long ask. (Also my phone wanted to autocorrect Athalie to Shakira 😂)
no one did anything wrong anything wrong, its an abuse tactic akjsfl;ajd
holding one kid up as the golden child and then arbitrarily casting the other as the black sheep is just a nasty and abusive way to "inspire" competition between the two. Alette (and people like her in the Severin family) don't believe that true success can be formed from ease or comfort.
this often just ends up becoming a self fulfilling prophecy though. Even if Abrielle and Athalie started out exactly the same over years of being told that she is just ... worse just by proxy of being herself... won't really help you to 'rise above' it just fucks with your head.
Neither position is great - because it's a fundamentally dysfunctional way to organize a family. But between Alette and Selene. Alette came out of it with a very large sense of superiority and ingrained in the belief that she was just naturally better - and so the wheel begins again as she casts that onto her kids. Selene just bent. She was quiet, small, and accepted her role in second place without trying to fight it.
Selene is actually very caring... but Sophia/Silvia had to grow up with Alette telling them how weak and spineless their mother was so even if Selene - as far as Severin mother's go - was kind Sophia still lashed out when deciding that "I'm not going to be weak" especially when Alette started saying that Silvia was better (again, for arbitrary reasons)
Alette's way of picking favorites seems to be more like... if she stabs you and you yell but your sibling just sort of grimaces then you're the weak one LMAO Even if you both got stabbed.
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it’s NOT that serious especially when it’s clearly a joke (haha will self saboteur #1 mlvn shipper!) but I kinda hate it when people act like will was “pushing mike back to el when bro was trying his hardest to leave” I fully believe mike was looking for reasons to get out of dodge… but saying that about Will… You mean… encouraging mike to be honest/brave and say what was on his mind? ‘Whatever you didn’t say, you can say it to her then’ ‘[it’s scary to open up] say how you really feel… what if they don’t like the truth?’ Fuck, if this was Lucas coming to Will over Max, Will would be dispensing TOP bro advice: trust yourself. be honest. you got this. Even ‘don’t stop. you’re the heart!’ was not ‘Say you love her!’ Because Will didn’t KNOW Mike couldn’t say he loved her, it was lending under pressure ‘remember who you are! Believe in yourself! Believe you can inspire someone!’ Literally the ONLY time will ‘put words in someone’s mouth’ was El, reassuring mike that El needed him, specifically BECAUSE will went ‘you’re scared of losing her’ and mike NODDED. So he assured ‘El will need you, so don’t let that make you too afraid to talk to her’ not ‘El needs you so in fact stay/don’t change a thing about your actually hunky dory relationship’. If I tell my bro ‘you can be honest with your girl’ and not ‘Seems you should maybe break up’… AITA? why would it ever be his place to call that if mike never asked for that input? And the first doesn’t contradict the other anyway?so wild to act like mike was pulling out the fucking light show stops that he didn’t want to be with his girlfriend, and Will was wilfully dismissing them just because he was overcompensating for conflict of interest feelings. Like I said, Will saying the same to Lucas who loves Max would be being a GREAT bro. Tldr; Will couldn’t have known Mike was seeking a kind of permission to break up, even if he did then he never said anything that didn’t go ‘whatever’s there in your heart I’m rooting for you to be able to say it to her’ which is SO far from ‘shoving mike back towards El when he’s running screaming away’ that it’s NOT funny for me that people paint it that way like Will was guilting mike to stay. ‘Speak from the heart’ only ever got interpreted into ‘I love you’ because Mike knew it’s been what El wanted before = their key to win and save the world with downside of him committing to their relationship. ‘Will made it sound like El loved Mike too much for him to be able to leave’ is a wild interpretation when Mike made his impossible ‘choice’ to stay as to stop several friends from dying and also the apocalypse. Sorry Will couldn’t mind read and conclude Mike secretly wished to dump his long term girlfriend ig
WHICH IS WHY THEY'RE GONNA FIGHT. sorry. which is why they're gonna fight. will has this nasty habit of lying and not saying what's bothering him that ends up making everything worse (whether it's upside down related or personal) and that combined with mike...being very unclear and never even saying that the issue was him not saying i love you...it's not gonna be good
but anyway yeah it's not like mike told him "i wanna break up with el", he just...complained about the relationship and about the fight. will isn't a mind reader. of course lying about the painting wasn't the right thing to do but him just telling him he loves him would also have been a very strange course of action.
mike: i think el doesn't need me :/
will: bummer...you know who does though? me. i'm actually in love with you. surprise!
that wouldn't really work. idk the idea of him telling him he's in love with him while he's complaining about his problems with his girlfriend (which he does in most of their s4 conversations) is just absurd to me. i know literally no one said he should have and people are just like "he could have...not lied" but i'm just saying
and it's not like he KNEW mike wanted to break up and liked him back and made the choice for him by taking himself out of the equation and saying the painting was el's in spirit. that would be a very different situation. but the end result is the same! mike is gonna feel like he did make the choice for him by effectively taking himself out of the equation. which is why they're gonna fight!
#notice how i said will has a 'nasty' 'habit' fighting off the i think will is always 100% in the right allegations one ask at a time#very proud of myself for circling back to my first words#ask
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Gola
New BoKris fic hehe.
So...this is like a follow-up to "Romeo and Juliet" (you don't need to read but it's just so you know).
Fluff :D
Synopsis: This is my take on how Kris got Bojan to stay in the band after their hiatus (highly inaccurate because the information about this event is all over the place)
Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.
“Saturday, at 10 am.” That’s what they agreed on.
It was 10 am. No sight of Bojan.
Kris sat down at the café terrace... Patiently waiting.
It had been a little over a week since he had been with Bojan. He told him to wait on his decision to leave the band for a while longer because he was going to try and convince him to stay once, and only once.
“And try you will”, Bojan told him, and that sentence has played in a loop in his head ever since.
- Hey. – Kris heard a voice coming from behind.
He looked at his “date” who smiled as he sat down, immediately taking a cigarette out.
- Sorry for being late, I was talking to the producer to wait for just a little longer. – he offered Kris a cigarette, but he refused given he didn’t want to smoke where people could recognize him – I can show you some of the songs I’ve been writing after this.
Bojan glanced at the table: there were two coffee cups, both empty.
- How long have you been here?
- I just got here, the table was just dirty. – Kris lied.
He had been there for about an hour because he couldn’t wait in his home for this meeting... It was his one chance. Bojan chose to ignore the fact that no waiter came to pick up the dirty cups or that the table shook because of Kris' legs' frenetic movement and proceeded.
- So... I’m assuming there’s no song? I don’t see your guitar.
- I figured that would be too on the nose. – Kris smirked.
- What do you have planned for me?
Kris took out his phone, and a pair of earphones and put them on Bojan’s ears.
- I want you to close your eyes and imagine whatever you feel like it makes sense. – Kris told him – but I also want you to think of the sensation you felt when this happened.
Kris pressed the play button on his phone and a voice recording started playing.
“Wait wait wait” Kris’ voice played on Bojan’s phone “I’m just setting this here. Done! Ready when you are!”
“One, two, three” Bojan counted, and Kris started playing on his acoustic guitar.
Bojan remembers that day. He was - and is – stuck composing Gola and he and Kris were trying to find a way to work out the song by simplifying and figuring out what to do next from then onwards.
“Zimsko jutro, hladno gre skoz mene”, a winter morning seeps through me coldly, “Pojejo ptički pesmi pridušene”, the small birds are singing muffled songs, “Ti pa gola tečeš čez valove”, and you're running over the waves naked, “Brez odziva na poglede vse surove”, not minding all the nasty looks.
Bojan felt a hand in his... He wanted to see Kris’ face, so he opened his eyes slightly. Kris had closed his and he was mouthing the words along... He was really into it, wasn’t he? Did he memorize this audio? How many times had he listened to it?
“Gledaš v sonce, svetloba te ne moti”, you're staring into the sun, unbothered by the light, “Prihaja konec ti pa tečeš mu nasproti”, the end is coming and you're running towards it, “Ne skrbi te kaj za sabo boš pustila v trenutku na vse boš pozabila”, You don't care about what you'll leave behind, you'll forget it all in a moment.
Bojan remembers writing this song for his girlfriend at the time, but then they broke up and he lost his inspiration to write the rest...
“Neki se dogaja dej mi zmer utrip”, something's happening, check my pulse, “Berem ti iz ustnc kakšen je tvoj tip”, I'm reading your lips, I know what your type is, “Zdej gledava se, gledava se”, now we're looking at each other, looking at each other, “Čakam da se zgodi”, I'm waiting for it to happen.
He had avoided this song for so long because... he needs a muse.
“I don’t know more”, Bojan, in the recording, jokingly sang.
“What if we go like this?”, Kris played a little bit.
“Boo, too angsty. What about this?” and they went back and forth until they had the final version.
“When will you work on lyrics?”
“I’ll get them by the end of the week. Just gonna study for my finals first.”
“Promise, Bojči?”, he joked.
“Promise, Krisko.” and the recording ended there. Bojan never came back with the lyrics and after months the song is still unfinished.
When Kris opened his eyes, he saw Bojan put his cigarette into the ashtray and he noticed his red cheeks.
- Bojan, are you blushing?
- Sorry, I just... – he looked around – Can we go somewhere else?
After paying, they went back to Kris’ house and settled themselves in the garage. Bojan looked mesmerized at Kris as he tuned the guitar. They were really doing this, uh? Finish “Gola”?
- Why are you using your old guitar? – Bojan asked.
- It just feels appropriate... I started playing guitar with you, so my first acoustic guitar should be used for this.
- Wait, there’s something inside. – Bojan reached for it but was stopped by Kris.
- It’s the receipt.
- Come on, Kris. You are not returning the guitar after so long. Also, receipts aren’t that big.
Kris took a letter out of the guitar.
- I’ll give you this letter when we fill Stožice.
- WHAT!? THAT’S NOT FAIR!
- You don’t believe we can do it?
- I believe we can do it! But I’ll forget about it until then! – he pouted.
- Then stay in the band and we can do this journey together.
- Deal. – Bojan said it imminently – And I hope you keep that letter intact.
- It won’t leave the guitar, promise.
- Hello, Bojan. – Kris’ mom entered the room – Do you want to have dinner with us?
- Of course. – he smiled.
- He’ll take any opportunity to not cook. – Kris commented.
- Hey!
- But it’s true!
That night, Bojan finished Gola next to Kris, and Kris’ mom invited Bojan to stay the night. His mom called him “Kris’ boyfriend” and when a flustered Kris protested saying “That’s embarrassing!”, she replied with “Then you don’t want him sleeping here?” which led him to insist Bojan slept there.
Now, lying next to each other, Kris asked him.
- What did you feel when you heard that recording?
- I felt like I wanted to compose music with you guys for the rest of my life. - Bojan turned to him and grabbed his hand – Everything I wrote without you was soulless... I don’t want that.
Bojan kissed Kris on the cheek.
- I’m sorry for leaving you. That was so stupid of me.
Kris hugged him and they both fell asleep in that embrace...
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𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙅𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣
¡¡English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any grammar/ spelling mistakes!!
I dreamt about this last night and got inspired, lol enjoy. Super shitty writing and a total mess but I hope someone enjoys it <3
Trigger warnings: TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, VERBAL ABUSE, Jason x reader , implied relationship with Jason, use of female anatomy, face fucking, oral m receiving, fingering , female penetration, dom!Eddie sub!reader, unprotected sex,
Word count: 3K
Pairing: Henderson!reader x Jason Carver, Henderson!reader x Eddie Munson
If someone had asked anyone why was Jason Carver was dating you, (Y/N) Henderson, no one would be able to answer to that. Why would the most popular boy in Hawkins High be dating you, a loner that always has her nose inside a book. Someone who no one payed attention to, but now it’s a whole different story. Since you guys started dating all Hawkins High eyes are on you, every time you walk through the hallways you hear whispers, side eyed stares and nasty comments about you. Every time you sit next to him during lunch time, he is focused with his friends and their girlfriends just blatantly ignore you, not one of them go out their way just to make some basic conversation with you, so everyday during lunch you sit there in between basketball and make up conversations.
There were only four people that have noticed how you are feeling down every time you are in that environment, how the spark of your eyes has slowly faded away, and these persons are your brother Dustin, and his two friends Mike and Lucas, the last person your secret admirer, Eddie Munson. The first time he saw you with Jason, he thought the same like all the students that were present in the cafeteria “What the fuck are those two doing together?”, for him was hard to accept the fact that the girl of his dreams was and still is with an asshole like Jason Carver. It breaks their hearts to see you lifeless sitting there, being completely ignored.
Today is no exception, the loud noises of the cafeteria fill your ears as you and Jason enter, his big white smile adorning his face while his hand rested on your waist, showing you off as today you decided to wear one of the cheerleaders skirt, even thought you are not one of them, and a white top, you also woke up an hour early this morning just to do your hair and make up extra nice, just for him. This small transformation of yours has all the boys drooling over you, specially a known metal head.
The two of you walk slowly towards your usual table, all of his teammates and his girls are already sitting and chatting. When you approach them the girls look at you up and down.
“(Y/N) you look amazing!” Exclaims Emily, one of the cheerleaders.
“Than-“, you can’t even finish talking because Jason interrupts you.
“She looks amazing doesn’t she?” He says while he turns you around.
“Yeah” she laughs “ You should try for the cheerleader team, the colours look amazing on you” after Emily says that one of the cheerleaders hit her ribcage. We sit at our usual spot, and say hi to Lucas. As lunch time progresses you put your hand on Jason’s thighs, not in a sexual way, it just lands there. But he slaps it away, some of the guys look at the both of you weirdly but it doesn’t take them so much time to focus on some other thing. Jason turns around and grabs your arm.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He whispers violently onto your ear. You look at him confused, “God you are so fucking needy” now he whispers a little bit louder making the persons nearest to you to stop talking and listen what it is going on.
On the other side of the room three boys are looking over were you are seated, your brother being one of them. The moment your little brother sees how Jason grabs you, something inside him breaks. His saddened gaze is what makes Mike and Eddie look over your. The three of them look over as Jason’s faces bemuse angrier.
“What could have she done to make him that angry?” Mike asks.
“She barely has moved since she sat down” your brother says quietly. They continue to stare.
Back to you and Jason, he has never talked to you like that so it’s hard to keep your tears from forming in your eyes.
“Why are you being like this?” You mutter obviously hurt by how this conversation is going. Jason tilts his head in annoyance as he makes kind of a hissing sound.
“God you are so annoying” he smacks his fists on the table, making the whole cafeteria silent.
“Dude I think you need to-“ starts to say Lucas in your defence, but yet again Jason interrupts him.
“Shut up Sinclair, this has nothing to do with you” his words feel like venom, thrown to whoever tries to talk back to him.
“Lucas is okay” I reassure the young boy in front of me.
“Oh my god, why do you have to be such a stuck up bitch? Why can’t you just be like Chrissy?!” When that phrase is said gasps can be heard all around you. You look at him and then at Chrissy, and then back at him.
Then all of the sudden all the late night practises, the study sessions over at Matt’s start to make sense.
“What the fuck did you just say?” You ask angrily, challenging him.
“I said, why can’t you be more like Chrissy? I mean I know you are stupid having a loser nerdy brother I thought you would be more bright up there” he tries to poke your head but the impact of your hand against his face stops him. The gasps and the “oohs” are louder now.
“You can talk all the shit that you want about me but if you ever, I repeat EVER say something about my brother again I will personally cut your balls off” you say getting on his face. You stand up, planning on going to sit with your brother and his friends.
“Yeah go to the freak table, you needy slut. I bet Munson wants to fuck you” he shouts, you stop on your heels and turn around.
“I fucking hope he wants to fuck me Jason, I bet he can make me cum, not like you! You I-ONLY-LAST-TEN-SECONDS motherfucker!” Now everybody is laughing at him as you walk towards your brother, you can see Eddie trying so hard to not start laughing. As you come closer to them they all start clapping, Eddie is sitting with his legs kinda open, so when you arrive to him to sit on his lap, facing him. “ Can I kiss you?” You ask whispering into his ear.
“What” he mumbles. You position better on his lap, wrapping your arms his neck.
“I think you heard me” he looks at you, and nods. He places his hand behind your head as he pull your face closer to his, his lips are soft but kinda chapped. His free hand travels all the way to your ass, squishing it.
“Ewww”say Dustin and Mike, “That’s my sister Munson” Dustin exclaims, the two young boys get up and leave the cafeteria.
“I think we should skip the last two lessons of the day, don’t you think sweetheart?” Eddie asks as he breaks the kiss.
“You know what?” You say standing up and grab his hand forcing him to get up. “ I was thinking the same thing.” Until this point you had forgotten about all the other people that are in the cafeteria, all the students and some teachers judging you. You look over the jocks table, where Jason’s stare burns into you, you really think that if looks could kill you and Eddie would be already buried.
You are in front, guiding him towards the exit. All eyes following each moment the two of you do, Eddie lifts up his free hand while flipping everyone, centering his attention on Jason and his friends. As the two big door close we both let out a big sigh as we were holding in our are breaths from all the adrenaline of the situation.
“Soo…” I start “Do you want to come to my house? I mean my mom is at work until night-time and I think Dusty-bun is going to Mike’s after all the shit that happened over there” I suggest, tilting my head towards the metal doors.
“Oh shit” he starts to babble, while he plays with his rings and moves around nervously. “Yeah, I mean, only if you want to” he questions, finally looking into your eyes.
“Eddie, I want this okay?” You reassure to him. Out of nowhere, like if his intrusive thoughts won the battle inside his head, he grabs your hand and starts running towards the parking lot. The echo of your steps is mixed with your laughs. His van is parked near the exit so it’s a quick scape from the school premises. The inside of his car smells like you would expect it to smell, weed is the main fragrance mixed with tobacco and some kind of pine air freshener. It is messy but not that crazy coming from a guy like Eddie.
“Sorry for this mess” he says looking at the back of the vehicle. “Do you mind if I put some music, it helps me relax” he asks.
“Yeah, no worries” he grabs the first tape and shoves it inside the radio. “By the way, that jacket looks really good, it makes you look amazing” my head turns to meet him, his eyes are glued on the road but a big smile is plastered on his face.
“You don’t look bad yourself, I mean I haven’t been able to think straight since I saw you this morning with that skirt. So fucking hot” he doesn’t move his eyes from the road but he does move his hand to your thigh, squishing it. When the metal of his rings touch your skin, which is considerably is warmer, it sends shivers all over your body. During the ride you talk , more like flirt a lot, the drive way to your house is empty so he parks in a rush and follows you inside.
As soon as you close the door his lips collide, the both of you hungry for each other. You slowly make your way to your room, on the way there a few things fall from coffee tables and shelves .
This is the first time that Eddie sees your room. A soft pink color scheme decorates your room, everything is tidy, even your pillows are perfectly put in place. He takes a second to admire everything from the poster hanging from your wall to the teddy bear on your bed. He closes the door behind him, he slowly gets rid of his jacket and shoes when he is done with that, he snatches your top over your head and throws it somewhere in your room. With sloppy steps, the two of you get to your bed. He slowly pushes you down, your back touches the soft mattress, your body sinks in a little bit.
He looks at you, still standing, your auto reflex is to slowly open your legs for him. The cheerleading skirt coming up revealing the lace panties you decided to wear today.
“Oh my god Henderson, you are going to be de death of me” his pants are already thrown on your chair, he lifts his Hellfire t-shirt, as he lifts it up you can’t help but to stare at his tattoos, they look messy but somehow they look good on him, the placements, how are the done everything, and if you mix the ink on his body with the rings and his choice of clothing and styling his hair you get the perfect combination.
“You like what you see, sweetheart?” He asks showing off his body. You shift your body in a way that now on your bed kneeling in front of him
“ If I said no, I would be completely lying” you answer him while you play with the hem of his underwear, as you pull it down, he throws back his head, anticipating what is coming. “Eddie” you whisper, catching his attention immediately, “I want you to look at me, while I do this” he just simply nods while grabbing your hair. His dick is already hard when you first touch it with your tongue, he groans as he feels your touch.
“Fuck, Henderson that mouth of yours feels so good” he groans as the grabs your hair harder. His hands setting the pace, one of his hands slowly coming to your chin, he pulls out. “Oh no!” He exclaims, kinda concerned, your make up is ruined, pretty” he removes the few tears that have formed around your eyes and that have ruined your mascara.
He slowly pull you back to the mattress, slowly crawling towards you, both of your faces colliding with each other, tongues intertwined in a hot kiss, Eddie’s ring filled hands travel through your legs, his finger tips touching you delicately, as if you were porcelain about to break. He starts to play with the hem of your panties, teasing you over the fabric.
“Oh my god,Eddie” you whimper. Just like that he removes your underwear, exposing you to him. His fingers play with your folds, teasing his middle finger into your entrance.
“Use your words darling and I’m all yours” he whispers, as he separates your faces a couple of inches, and places his lips on your neck, kissing it slowly and eventually leaving some marks on it. All of this while his fingers still playing with your sensitive area.
“Fu-fuck Eddie!”You moan letting all the air from your lungs go. “I- I need you, I need to fuck me please” and just like that, his fingers are inside you. Your first instinct is to sink your nails on his skin while your back arches upwards a little bit. After a few seconds he moves his thumb towards your clit, intensifying the moans coming out of your mouth. “Shit Eddie just like that!” Your eyes are closed, his mouth on yours or your neck, while he touches you like that, you feel you can come at any second. “ I-if yo-you don’t fu-fucking sot-stop, I’m going to come”these are the magic words for Eddie to work his magic, he intensifies the speed of his fingers moving inside of you alongside his thumb. You are seeing the stars, your mind is all foggy, not letting you think straight. The only sound you are capable of doing are moan right next to Eddie’s ears.
“Sweetheart” he says “now I’m going to fuck you in that cheerleader skirt” you nod while his fingers come out of you. “Now behave for me okay?” His lower body makes his way in between your legs, the tip of his dick teasing your entrance making you whine for him, for his dick to fill you up. He slowly makes his way into you, your hands strongly gripping into your bedsheets. When Eddie is inside of you, he starts moving his hips slowly but at a steady pace, after all that has been done to you by the metal head your mind is all foggy, that makes you say all the profanities possible praising the boy on how good he was mixed with some moans.
At the heard of this words and sounds coming from you, he starts speed up the movement of his hips provoking them to impact into you. Your back arches like never before, your eyes almost white as they roll to the back of your head , your make up all ruined and your hair looking like a birds nest. A total mess for Eddie Munson.
“Fucking shit Eddie just like that” You are able to say, your hands on his hair trying to not pull too hard. His pace starts to slow down slipping out of you, this action making you whine for him to get inside of you as soon as possible. Somehow he turns you around, you ass in full display, the green and orange skirt covering some parts but that’s well handled by Eddie. He uses one of his hands to put you down in a way where your face and part of your chest are on the mattress and you are bend over in front of him. With the other hand he grabs his dic, directing it towards your cunt, entering you a little bit more aggressive than before. His pace is faster than before, provoking you to moan louder, a symphony to Eddie’s ears.
“Can you, fuck princess, can you put yourself in all fours for me princess?” He says in between thrusts slowing the pace a little bit. You do as ordered. “Good girl, now you are going to come for me okay” his free hand trailing your skin all the way to your head where he grabs your hair tightly.
And just like before, he just starts thrusting you, like possessed by the devil himself, non stop, while he says the nastiest words out loud to you. Slowly, a knot starts forming on your stomach, as you never felt that before you know you are about to come. “Fuck I’m about to come princess, are you?” He asks moaning.
“Ye-yeah sh-shit Eddie faster” you answer to his question. His hip movements go at a supersonic speed, making you see the whole fucking universe. You can feel the both of you are close as him is grabbing into your hips harder and not stoping while he barely breaths and you are grabbing your bed sheets as hard as you can your knuckles are white from all the pressure you are putting into them. And with a couple more fast thrusts into you feel the tight knot inside of you untighten at the same time that Eddie lets out a big groan.
After he pulls out of you, you run towards the bathroom, to fill up the bath tub. You don’t need to go back to bed as he is under the door frame, sweat covering all his body and with a big smirk on his face.
“All of this for me, princess” he asks.
“Yeah, I mean that was amazing!” You start “ I need to repay you somehow” he walks slowly towards you, he cups your face with both his hands and kisses you, a sweet gentle kiss.
In silence the both of you enter the tub and stay there until you look like raisins.
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<casual questions PART TWO!!!!>
(5) what’s your art style?
(6) what’s a specific thing you can draw and never get tired of?
(7) do you o you have a favorite book/movie/show?
(8) yet not having any idols, are you a fan of many diffrent creators and take inspo of them? (You don’t have to awnser this one, you actually don’t have to awnser any of these btw.)
((THERE YA GO. >:3))
Oooo~ yay more questions :)) (sorry if my typing is a bit wonky I just woke up LMAO)
5) uhh honestly I dunno, people have said it's realistic with cartoony features other people call it a weird more cartoony form of anime, ig just my own style?? Cause I see where they're coming from I have taken inspo from all those things and shaped it into something of my own style:)).
6) Zip. She's pretttyyyy much the one thing I've been drawing since day one of digital. Now I did have this other OC I did draw non stop their name was like XZIRLIC?? (All caps cuz I'm sure that how I wrote it on paper 💀) I've been thinking of re-drawing them but they are a WILD OC I have. I also have this horse pony thingy I don't think I ever gave it a name 💀.
7) For books uhhh I haven't really read anything too new to me. But there was a book a few years back around the time covid stuck up that I got from target 💀 it was called' a wolf called wander/wonder (can't remember) ' it was about this wolf that left their home after their clan died from this other wolf clan past the mountains seeking haven. It don't think I ever finished it 😭 I was thinking about re-reading it but I do have another new book I got. Movie? Mhmm I have a lot of those ig mostly John wick movies, a little free guy is good to, another good one I recently watched was bullet train. (I'm sure you can see where this is going 💀💀) so mostly comedic violence (No this doesn't go for like SAW or some bs that shit is nasty AF man.) My favorite show of all time is the good place. Shocker ikr /sar I got into it about mid way last year and has watched it over and over again it's become a comfort show of mine. I also like the concept of it with all the plot twists but also teaching people about philosophy!? That's fuckin awesome.
8) pfft I am a fan of a lot of creators- I really like @/whoectypes stuff I really like their OC designs and how they're building a world, they are also a super cool person in general. I'm not close to them I wouldn't even call each other friends or anything, more of moots, we both support each other and treat each other with respect. For another person?? @/cupsie most definitely, they were actually one of my first followers. And then we became like besties cuz yk we simp for ray- I mean ram- I mean cause of a common interest. I really like how they use pastels and they doo rubber hose soooo gooooooddddd arugh I just start jumping up and down and flapping my lil silly hands when I see their art /pos. Now I don't take inspo from any creators that I remember seeing on this app (or at least not intentional) alot of my inspiration comes from dali. **Insert dramatic duh duh DUHHH here** yeah dali. I grew up with dali, now the real question is, "how can a cartoonist be inspired to start drawing from a surrealist?!" Actually surrealism and cartoonism is actually VERY similar, look at the colors look at how proportions aren't correct, don't look directly at the picture look at what something has to be deemed surrealism and cartoonism in a modern day conversation (omg me actually being kinda stupid and smart 🤯). Anyways before we get off track is the question ' how? ' the answer to the question is **drum roll please** colors :p. And the flowy-ness of his art, you can see a lot of different ways I use like smoke or water, that's from looking at dalis work, same with all his vibrant colors ugh I love it. I didn't study off of him, oh no. I just live a bike ride away to a museum that features his work so granted I would go there like every other month or something stupid cause of school or families in town, so I'm quite familiar with his art. So as DR. Seuss there's a mini art gallery again a bike ride away and they change out the paintings and sculptures like every other month or something. So you get more familiar with his work. Same reasons as dali too color and flow.
#wow thats alot of words#JSJDJD#the spelling and punctuation errors are going to be wild cuz i judt woke up and i dont have my glasses#anyways i gotta get ready for school :p#artists on tumblr#qna
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