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chaotic-iguana · 10 months

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Tease

Based on this ask here. Here’s my masterlist and ao3 link.

Summary: Reader teases Joel all day, seemingly getting away with it until a few days later when he decides to get his payback, with a little bit of angst and plot sprinkled in. based on above request. (no/pre-outbreak AU.)

Pairing: husband! joel x reader (no use of y/n)

Wordcount: 4k (yeah i know. i know)

Warnings: bondage, dacryphilia, edging/denial, overstim, mean daddy dom! joel basically just fixing your attitude, smut and fluff, a little angst but its ok he takes care of it, implied/referenced age gap, husband! joel, soft joel but also most importantly malewife! joel ofc. MDNI please

A/N: so i went way off the prompt here and fleshed this out into a whole fic (my longest one yet actually); i hope you dont mind. i did change some elements, but it is still a pre-outbreak fic with an established relationship, and joel does technically punish reader for the pool party. i sprinkled some (~2k words) plot in to sort of have the forgetting about it element yk? and also im just feral for husband joel so this was an extremely experimental fic. i really hope you like it!

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So far, it had been a really good day. Your newly-moved-in next door neighbors invited you, Joel, and Sarah over (along with half the block) for their housewarming party. For the first two or so hours, you sat on a reclined chaise next to the pool, watching Sarah splash around with the kids down below while Joel sat next to the grill with the other men, drinking a beer and in a seemingly animated conversation with someone.

You wanted to laugh at the scene, witty comments about white men crowding to gossip about one of their three common interests - football, grilling or women - sitting just on the tip of your tongue while you chatted with Mia, your long-time neighbor and friend. Lying in the sun with a mimosa in hand, a book on one side of you and a companion on the other made something itch in your brain; a need to break the comfortable lethargy that had set in your bones.

You were just this close to melting into the lawn chair out of boredom - lifting your head to scan your surroundings for Joel again, squinting underneath a furrowed brow when you can’t seem to find him. He was just there. Huffing, you grabbed the overshirt you had on-his flannel, actually, and pulled it up over your head. Gesturing for Mia to pass over the sunscreen, you took some out in your hand before starting to rub it in circles all over your arms, chest, stomach and legs.

You were about to turn and try and get some on your back as well, when a man you don’t remember meeting before walked up to you and asked if he could “help you out”. You stuttered and told him it was alright, your husband would do it for you, swiveling your head to find him but gritting your teeth when once again, you couldn’t find Joel. Growing increasingly irritated, you turned to your friend, rolling your eyes at her teasing grin. “Where is he?” you mused, equal parts irritated with Joel for going MIA and with the creepy man you could see still hovering just a few steps away. “Why don’t you go find him? I’ll look after Sarah and yell for you if something happens,” she offers, smiling with a knowing glint in her eye.

He’d been busy with some big construction contract these past two weeks, and the one morning you thought he’d be able to spend with you was spent with him passed out on the couch; apparently Tommy had needed to be bailed out late the previous night and he’d slipped out while you were sleeping. You missed Joel. He should have been the one helping you with sunblock, not some random guy-John, you’d learned, from two streets down with a chihuahua and a dentistry clinic not too far-who also evidently lacked the ability to shut up, because now your head was swimming with useless things about him he’d offered up to catch your attention, obviously thinking your “husband” was an excuse to end the conversation.

So maybe you conveniently forgot to put the shirt back on and decided to find Joel in your skimpy swimsuit. Maybe you even batted your lashes at a few of the men gathered on the other side of the pool, and laughed a bit too sweetly and easily at their terrible jokes and obvious flirting. Just as you were about to ask if they’d seen where Joel went, the man himself materialized behind you. You felt a possessive hand grip your waist as he peered at the guys you were talking to with something in his gaze aggressive enough to suddenly make all the men stuttering, bumbling fools who were instantly unable to meet your eyes, sheepishly muttering excuses before turning back to each other. Suppressing a grin, you turned to him and brought a hand up to his cheek, peering up at him through your lashes. “So evasive, Mr. Miller. I was having such a hard time finding you, I had to settle for spending some time with other people, instead.” You watched his gaze get darker, hardening as he trailed it over your form. Got him.

“Let me introduce you to my new friend, John. He’s a dentist and he has the cutest dog,” you grip his wrist and tug him behind you before waving at John enthusiastically and walking up to him. John, you found, was also a complete idiot, because he choked on a greeting when he caught sight of your nipples through the swimsuit. Nevertheless, you persisted. “Meet my husband, Joel.” You point at John, explaining to Joel “Y’ know he’s also really kind? Offered to help me apply my sunblock without me asking. I was struggling with my back and chest, wasn’t I John?” you turn back to the man in question with another deceivingly charming smirk, watching him wither under Joel’s scowl and nod meekly; mumbling an apology and slinking towards the drinks.

Catching sight of Joel’s thunderous expression, you innocently raise a brow at him before stretching exaggeratedly, palming his bulge subtly as you move your hands over your head. “Sitting around in all this heat, think I need to cool off for a bit. See ya later” is all you offer to him, slipping into the adults’ side of the pool before he can retaliate, biting your lip in an effort not to snicker at the frustration teeming from him: clenched fists and tightened jaw, narrowed eyes and furrowed brows. He let out a long, shuddering breath before waving back to Sarah and stalking back to his friends.

Overall, the party was pretty boring. But holding Joel’s gaze every time you bent forward just a littlemore than necessary, giggled at someone’s musings more than was warranted, or bit your lip in that way you knew drove him crazy before turning away from him and back to whoever you were speaking to? Priceless. You’d be willing to pay to do it again.

His breaking point was when he saw you get out of the pool, water dripping from your hair and mascara smudged just enough to send images of you with his cock down your throat flashing in his mind - him slamming his beer bottle down before smiling tightly at his companions and thanking the hosts, grousing something about an early morning before his hand was around your wrist and Sarah bundled in his other arm - barely giving you any time for goodbyes as you were being dragged behind him in the direction of your home.

Laughing at his desperation, you cocked a questioning brow at him before feighning naïvety to the situation. “What’s wrong? I thought you were kept plenty busy at the party, no? Why’re we leaving so soon?” you questioned, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth as you frowned at him and searched his face. “Not early. Been five hours, sweetheart. ‘S a school night, remember?” was all he remarked to you before opening the door and carrying Sarah up to bed.

You honest-to-God waited for him in bed, but the fatigue from such a thrilling evening caught up quickly after the adrenaline faded. Before you knew it, you’d fallen asleep in your new set of lingerie, blinking awake when your alarm went off at 5 am the next morning. Blearily pulling yourself out of bed, you groaned in frustration at the fact that you still hadn't gotten time with Joel and it was Monday again. Which inevitably meant he'd be caught up in his important contract this week too; coming home late, leaving early, the whole spiel.

The week passed by in a monotonous blur, and you got increasingly snappier with Joel in the short minutes that you did see him, frustrated with the distance that had developed between you two. On top of everything at home, work had gotten more stressful lately as sales didn’t meet the quotas and your boss decided to take it out on all of you. Normally, it wouldn’t have bothered you; he was a dick to you most of the time, but you couldn’t even rant about it to your favorite person because you barely saw him. You needed Joel - not just on top of you - holding you, talking to you, comforting you as before.

Friday rolled around, and turned out to be extremely shitty while it was at it. Your alarm didn’t go off, thanks to which you reached work thirty minutes later than usual after dropping Sarah off. Some intern had fucked up paperwork, and the fallout was promptly handed to you with a jeering tone and sharp glare as if it was somehow your fault. You’d forgotten lunch at home, so you had to spend the day on stale coffee and somehow bitter biscuits, and when you reached Sarah’s school to pick her up as usual they told you Joel had done it already. Feeling tears of frustration build up in your eyes, you dialed his number while climbing back into your car. Was it so difficult to communicate simple things like ‘I’ll pick her up today’? A text or quick call would have worked; saved you the trip and your boss’s biting remarks about your “priorities” while you walked out of the office to get to Sarah’s school in time.

When he didn’t pick up, you drove straight home. Fuck going back to work. You needed your bed. And Joel, but he clearly was too busy to so much as pick up a fucking phone. Wiping your eyes, you slammed the car door shut and started trudging to your bedroom, too overwhelmed to notice that the door had been unlocked. Jumping, you gasped in surprise when you walked it and saw Joel sitting on the bed, holding two wine glasses and looking up at you. “What the fuck, Joel? What are you doing here?” you bit out at him. He blinked up at you, frowning at your anger and the tear-stains on your cheek while you glared at him with eyes red from crying.

“Told the boys to handle it today, thought you looked a bit rough lately, wanted to spent the evening together. Dropped Sarah off at her friend’s house an’ was just about to call you to take the day off. You okay?” his tone was so gentle, concern evident in his voice as he reached a hand out towards you.

“Call me? Oh, so suddenly you’re capable of using a phone?” you bat his hand away and continue “And I’ve been looking rough?” your laugh is bitter, but your anger morphs into something sharper. “Maybe I’d look less rough if I saw my husband more often or if he could just pick up the damn phone and text me when he’s picking our daughter up so I don’t get into deeper shit with my stupid fucking boss!” You’re yelling by the end of it, but you can’t stop the words tumbling out now. “And I’ve missed you so much, tried so hard on Sunday, but you just didn’t come to bed. This week has been absolute dogshit-fucking interns messed everything up and somehow it’s on me-and you’ve been so distant,so I’m so sorry for looking rough, Joel.” Your tears return with a vengeance, and you turn away from him as you feel them spill over your lashline, pressing your hands into your eyes as your shoulders shake.

And suddenly he’s in front of you, solid and warm and there again, crowding you into his arms and holding you tight against him. “I’m sorry, honey. I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been here, and it’s been tearing me apart too. Missed you every damn day, shoulda seen how I’ve been at the site all week. Been snapping at everyone left and right. And I’m sorry I didn’t pick up - my phone was chargin’ an’ Sarah was telling me a story the whole way there so I didn’t see you’d called till just now.” His hand cradles your head under his chin as the other strokes your back, and he’s so gentle you want to cry harder.

You stay there for a while until you feel calmer, pulling back to look up at him. His eyes are wide, swimming with worry as he wipes your cheeks with his thumb. You sniff, bringing a hand up to swipe your nose, and grimace apologetically at the wet patch of snot, tears and makeup on his chest. At the quizzical way he raises a brow, you clarify, with a grin: “I’ve completely ruined your shirt.”

“Could think of better ways to ruin shirts, baby. An’ don’t think your effort on Sunday went unnoticed either. Was so damn ready to rip that lacy set off ya, but some idiot kid told Sarah a ghost story an’ I had to check under the bed n’ in the closet every two minutes till she fell asleep. By the time I crawled into bed, you were asleep and looking so peaceful I didn’t wanna wake you. ‘M sorry, honey”. His thumb was rubbing circles on your cheek now as he looked down at you, regret written all over his face.

Softening, you reached up to press a kiss on the corner of his mouth. And another on the other side. And another, until you were just ghosting your mouth all over his face and jaw, giggling when his lips twitched into a smile. “There’s my girl” he whispered into the kisses, making you beam as your kisses got more feverish, more urgent. All the need from the past few weeks came rushing back, making you dizzy with desperation as you caught his bottom lip between your teeth and tugged, moaning softly at the hitch in his breath.

Suddenly, your wrists were caught by one of his hands and he was stepping back. “Then again, honey, found it really fuckin’ difficult not to notice you at that party when you were teasin’ me all evenin’. Did ya enjoy putting on a show for our neighbors, hm?” his thumb trailed your jaw, fingers curling under your chin as you nodded. “That’s not something good girls do, is it now?” And then he was ducking his head, sucking bruises into your neck and soothing them with his tongue. He chuckled at the whimper that escaped you, his hand coming down to swat your ass. “Answer me, sweet thing. Do good girls go around begging for attention when they know daddy’s gonna take care ‘f them?” the rasp of his voice cut through the haze building in your head as you gasped when he nibbled your ear.

“N-no daddy. Plea-please take care of me,” you whined, trying to pull your hands from his unrelenting grasp as you felt him swat your ass again. He just gripped them harder, nipping at your neck before he pulled away completely, chuckling at your alarmed whimper.

“Relax, sweetheart. Course ‘m gonna take care of you. But I gotta punish you, too, remember? Didn’t think I forgot John and his adorable dog so quick, did ya?” His smirk became animalistic as he nudged you to the bed, pawing at your clothes to guide you to take them off.

“Wouldn’t know how it works at your age, old man. Thought your memory mighta started to go by now,” you coo up at him, eager to see him undone. His answering snarl prompted your smirk to widen before he looked down at you with a tight set to his jaw.

“Got such a mouth on you, babygirl. ‘S okay, I’ll take care ‘f it,” was all the warning you got before his hands were everywhere, groping and grabbing at you while his mouth resumed its assault on your neck. His bites got harsher, making you yelp, and he grinned against your skin before lapping at the near-broken skin before trailing his lips downwards.

He pinched your nipples harshly, rolling them between his thumb and forefingers before ducking down to catch one between his teeth and tug cruelly, making you release high-pitched moans as your back arched into him. Switching sides, he starts flicking the other one and smoothing over it when you whimper before trailing hot open-mouthed kisses into your sternum and moving down your body to settle with his head between your legs. Turning to the side, he started nipping the inside of your thighs; rolling the flesh between his teeth and sucking at it till they were matted blue and purple. Leaning back to admire his handiwork, he brought his mouth down to press kisses just above your mound, moving back to your thighs before you huffed and bucked your hips. His eyes glinting dangerously, he smiled up at you before tilting his head. “Need somethin’, baby?” his voice was laced with amusement as he drawled the question up at you, watching you buck under him.

At the stubborn shake of your head, he laughed before dragging a thumb down your folds, holding it up for you to see the slick coating it. "Y'sure, pretty?" you could hear the cockiness creeping into his voice and it just made you needier, whining down at him to do anything. His mouth ghosted over your clit, stubble scratching right there before he moved down to your thigh again, making you wind a hand into his hair and pull, albeit harshly. Tutting, he pushed up onto his elbows. "Wasn't very nice, now was that?” his lips quirked to the side at the sight of your frustration before you stuttered out a pathetic "t-touch me, please", at which he laughed again.

“Needy little thing. Let’s fix that attitude, hm?” and he pushed off entirely, stalking to the closet and pulling out a tie. Looming over you, he weaved the strip of fabric between your headboard and secured your wrists to it. “Too tight?” he checked, looking down at you to sense any discomfort. When you pulled experimentally to check and showed him it was alright, he went back to his earlier position. Blowing a breath over your cunt, he relished in your squirming before grazing your clit with his teeth and pressing down softly before lapping at it. Pressing kisses against you, he slid a finger inside you and began pumping it at an agonizingly slow pace. Feeling your orgasm approach embarassingly fast, you opened your mouth to warn him, but just as you began clenching against his finger, he pulled away to pull the hood of your clit back and blow on it again, making you keen.

Smiling, he inserted three fingers into you roughly before using his teeth on your clit again, your sensitivity making you mewl and rock your hips away, but his other hand attached itself to your hip to pin you to the mattress before his fingers began fucking into you in earnest. Pulsating in his mouth, you felt yourself about to clamp down again before he pulled out and away once more. Whining and kicking your legs out in aggravation, you frowned down at him and watched him smirk at your tantrum.

This time, he kept his head up to maintain eye contact with you while he ground his palm against your clit and squeezed three fingers into you again. Bringing you to the edge once more, he answered your devastated whimper at the denial by slapping your clit in rapid succession, each hit harder than the last and making your thighs twitch.

He continued for what felt like hours. The sun went down, and with it the lingering scraps of your pride and expectation to come. He edged you until you were a mumbling mess, babbling broken pleas down at him; till your clit was painfully red and swollen and your slick was running down your thighs. Tears were flowing down your face as you bucked your hips in search for his fingers, but his merciless chuckle taunted you again as you sobbed. “P-please, please, ple-please, gonna be g-good, please…” Your voice broke with every word you wailed, and he contemplated for a second before nodding and entering you in a single thrust.

You could feel the tip of his cock kissing your womb, overwhelming you to the point of pain. A wince marked your features, making him pause and strum your clit before starting to fuck into you at a brutal pace. You were yanking against your restraints now, eyes rolling back into your head every time he entered into you - hitting the spot that made your thighs begin to shake uncontrollably.

Your babbles were reduced to mono-syllabic moans, rendering you unable to warn him of the release you felt coiling in you. When you started clenching against him, he just doubled down the force of his thrusts and the movements against your clit, delighting in the way you twitched at the oversensitivity as he drew out your orgasm. “D-daddy, nnh-D-Da-Daddy” was all you could get out as the oversensitivity consumed you, making you go limp as his pace didn’t falter.

He gripped your chin and leaned forward to spit into your open mouth, eyeing the drool dribble down your chin as your jaw hung slack. “What is it pretty girl? Use your words.” Another thrust. You opened your mouth to answer him, to beg him to slow down, but all that came out was a pathetically shrill “ca-can’t” as he rolled his hips into yours halfway through your word, making you choke. “Eager enough to whore herself out in public, but when she gets what she needs she can’t? Too bad, pretty girl, you’re gonna get it now.” He stopped for a glorious second, reaching down to rest his forehead on yours before planting kisses on your face and forehead to give you a second to breathe. Glancing up at your straining wrists, he pulled at the knot of his tie to free them, then resumed his previous speed.

Raking your fingers down his back, your eyes fluttered shut at the continued drive of him impaling you on his cock, meeting his mouth in sloppy kisses as his fingers came down to flick over your clit again. “Again.” His command sent a jolt through you, pulling you taut as every cell in your body pushed itself to overdrive to obey and every sensation seemed to multiply tenfold. Joel was everywhere, consuming your entire being, and you felt your joints lock up as your hips arched off the bed before you were cumming devastatingly hard, soaking him with the force of your release. His fingers kept abusing your clit, your whole body jerking with the force of the hypersensitivity. He pressed in impossibly deeper, sobs hiccuping from you and weak hands pushing at his chest. He pressed into you languidly, in slow, deep strokes that left you ruined before gasping in your ear and cumming deep inside you.

Going limp on top of you, he pressed his face into your neck and lay on you as you both caught your breath - ruining the peaceful moment by looking up at you with a boyish grin and a twinkle in his eye, glancing down at your joined forms and snickering like a child finding much-coveted candy. At the furrow in your brow, he elaborated - “Who knew all it took was a little edgin’ to make you squirt, huh?” And judging by the tone of his voice, you knew it wouldn’t be long before he was going to test that theory. And he did - twenty minutes later. And again. Over and over, until your cunt was convulsing and throbbing with oversensitivity - only then did he pull away, gathering you in his arms and holding you to him before suggesting softly, “Sarah wanted to stay over for the rest of the weekend. Let’s pick her up on Sunday, and how about you and me take some time to ourselves, hm?” You nod into his chest, voice too hoarse to reply, and hum in contentment as he starts stroking your hair. You needed to act out more often.

hello loves, as always - thank you for reading. comment your thoughts or find me on ao3. stay hydrated and have a great day! taglist: @imherefordeanandbones @breakfastatjoels

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slvt4elliew · 6 months

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ellie hcs!

cw: ellie x afab!reader, established relationship, 2 idiots in love, mentions of drinking, explicit language, 18+ near the end, switch! ellie, lots of mentions of sex at the bottom, mdni or i'll find u :3

a/n: hiii! this is my first time writing so...ntm cuz it kinda sucks. idk what i'm doing so suggestions would be great! thank u 4 reading! mwah mwah mwah 💋

loves calling you random stupid nicknames. "hey, honey bunches of oats, could you come here rq?" "im sorry, what the fuck did you just call me?"

loves when you paint her nails or do her makeup, even if she complains the whole time. "ugh, this feels so gross." "c'mon, it's just lipgloss el."

BAGGY CLOTHES 🔛🔝!! her wardrobe consists of big dad jeans, random thrifted graphic tees, a shit-load of flannels, wife pleasers, sweatpants, plaid pj pants, goofy ass socks, and her one pair of beat up converse.

practically smothers you in kisses, think gomez from the addams family. forehead kisses, neck kisses, kiss on the cheek, on your shoulders, literally everywhere.

only wears childrens boxers. shes got a collection of 'em. im talking teenage mutant ninja turtles, minecraft, fortnite, SPIDERMAN, batman, dinosaurs, glow is the dark stars, etc. sometimes she'll wear the simple plaid ones tho.

she thinks shes soo good at dancing when she drinks, like she acts like shes hot shit when she just looks goofy. "babe. babe. baby, look. look at me." and when you look over she starts doing what she thinks is moon walking... its hilarious actually.

so so so clumsy. girl can't walk in a straight line to save he life. shes constantly tripping over air, and her untied shoe laces. you even made a T chart to keep score. rn its ellie 0 : air 22

always has a hand on you. you're sitting next to her? shes either pulling you into her lap or has a hand resting on your thigh. walking together? has to be holding your hand. she's in the middle of talking with someone else? a cold hand sits on your lower back, her thumb drawing soft circles to remind you shes still paying attention to you.

her hands and feet are SO cold. while laying next to her watching a movie or something, she slips a hand up your shirt to just rest it on your stomach but you squeak and flinch away from her FREEZING hands. you swear shes cold blooded

speaking of which, she loves slipping her hands up into your bra to 'warm up her hands'. whenever she asks you, you obviously allow her even though you know she'll sneakily start pinching at your nipples or squeezing your tits.

literally the funniest person ever. she can always make you laugh with her randomness and how stupid she can act. it also doesn't help that she knows you like the back of her hand so she knows what makes you nearly cry from laughing so hard. she just gets so much joy from seeing you laugh, even if it's at her. she'll do anything to see you smile.

loves cuddles!!! she has to have weekly movie nights where you both cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie.

treats you like a queen, girl is on her knees bowing down to you. does whatever you ask, you want water? done. your hungry? shes already ordered food. on your period and need stuff? shes already in the car, driving to the store. "whatcha need, pretty girl? it's okay, i can go get it."

loves you so so so much. you're her fav girl ever, she'll do absolutely anything for u.

NSFW!!

shes def a switch. bae can switch up so fast

black, 8.5 inch, slight curve, and has veins.

constantly praising you. "fuck. doin' so good for me, baby. yea, that feel good?" "yeah- just like that..."

she says the dirtiest shit ever "you gon' be a good little slut for me, hm? yea? c'mon use your words, baby." "you wan' me to fill ya up, wan' me to make u a mama?" "yeah? you like that shit? course you do, such a fucking slut, huh?"

CRAZY STAMINA. she can go for hours if you'd let her. doesn't even think about cumming herself until you've came at least 3 times. "c'mon baby, you can give me another, yeah? i know you can... you're being so good for me, one more?" "nghh can't...i-its too much." "you can baby, just one more, c'mon..."

lovesss doggy style. "all fours on the bed. now." her grip on your hips is bruising, leaving light purple marks in the morning which she'll press soft kisses to as an apology. usually has one hand on your hip so she can thrust harder into you and another in your hair, either pushing your face into the pillows or pulling your head back so she can see your fucked out face.

has the worst case of ghost-dick when shes not sober, just fucking desperately humping your ass.

if shes fucking you with her fingers, she always either sucks them clean herself or has you do it, shoving her long fingers into your mouth, sometimes purposefully making you gag on them.

she also def likes it when you suck her strap. she doesn't even care if she cant actually feel it, the harness slightly bumping against her clit and seeing how you look up at her is enough for her.

biggest tease!! rubbing slow and light circles over your clit, just enough to make you squirm and whine at her. "you wan' more? nu uh, you gotta say it."

basically makes you sit on her face, wrapping her arms around your thighs and pulling you down on her face, keeping you there. she doesn't even care, she wouldn't gladly die like that.

usually dom but can be very subby.

if you don't let her touch you shes whining and begging for you to let her. "fuck- please, baby. i'll make you feel so good, j-just..shit- please.."

used to be very shy about you eating her out but has grown more comfortable w it. "aghhnn just like that...fuck, doin' so good for me."

already starts panting and whimpering when you only barely touch her. the small kitten licks you make up her slit has her squirming and bucking her hips upward in search of more friction.

SO GOOD AT AFTERCARE!! if she's being mean, she'll immediately drop the act and cover your worn-out body in soft, loving kisses. then she'll go get a wet wash cloth and wipe you and herself off before carelessly throwing it somewhere in the room. she'll then snuggle up with you in the bed, cuddling your warm body from behind and peppering your neck and shoulders with kisses while you drift off.

#ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams smut #tlou2 #the last of us #Spotify

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lovelytsunoda · 2 years

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lucky people // mick schumacher

summary: the adventures of bookworm-youtuber y/n and her adorable f1 driver boyfriend mick

(shameless little plug for my own underused and somewhat forgotten about book-blr @/ cheerful-chamomile-pages)

dedicated to @flannel-cures and @paddockbunny who helped me make the final decision on whether this would be about mick or charles : )

i can see them meeting through gina (best friends brother trope anybody)

she was already decently popular on the bookworm side of youtube without mick, but once she was spotted attending a few events on the german's arm, she instantly became more interesting to a whole different crowd

obviously she's trying to keep her hobby (and almost possibly maybe side hustle) and her love life apart, but they truly are the cutest couple on the internet

she's sitting in her cute little library corner , streaming her new video live for some of her subscribers before she edits it and posts it properly to youtube.

"so i hate calling it a tbr because that just adds so much pressure and the way college is going for me right now guys, i genuinely have no idea if i will make it through all of these."

"so the first one is 'as good as dead' by holly jackson. i've been working my way through this series for a while and i finally bought this one a few months ago but life got busy and i just didn't get around to it but im really excited. this one is the grand conclusion to the good girls guide to murder trilogy and i can't wait to read about pip and ravi one last time."

and cue angie bounding into the room, cutting in front of the camera and knocking the book out of her hands as she pounces on y/n

mick is laughing in the background, super self conscious about appearing on the camera.

the chat goes MENTAL

"is that angie? does this mean mick is home?" "show mick!"

"mick," she says with a laugh, scratching angie behind the ears and looking up at the driver. "the fans want to see you."

"is that okay?" mick asks before moving further into the room, passing her the mug of hot chocolate that he had been planning on just leaving on the IKEA end table

"of course." she moves over on the carpet to make more room. "you can hold my stack of books."

"oh, great." he jokes as she passes him the stack, pressing a kiss to his cheek

"this is my boyfriend, mick. he's an angel on earth and he's going to help me film the rest of this."

cue mick shyly waving at the camera as y/n grabs one of the books from the top of the stack

"you already know that i will read anything that lauren asher writes. i have one book left in the dirty air series that i still need to finish, and this one is all about santiago, who was introduced as noah's teammate and mayas brother in the beginning of the series. i truly don't want this series to end, but this book includes grumpy x sunshine and fake dating, so im very excited to see what santi and chloe bring to the dirty air universe."

and mick is just watching her with this completely lovestruck expression

the chat goes MENTAL talking about how cute the couple is and how they all wish they had a mick (me too besties)

he's definitely present in the next video, entitled "my boyfriend and i go book shopping"

which is more like y/n just dragging mick around barnes and noble while she prepares to buy more books than she could afford (especially since she already has so many books at home)

mick is helping her look, trying to pick up books he thinks she'd like or has heard her talk about before

"babe, this book is basically porn. there's literally a half dressed cop on the front cover."

"i would have thought that the fact that it's called 'frisk me' would have given it away. the second one is worse, it's called 'cuff me'."

"i worry for your mental state sometimes, schatzi."

"what else am i supposed to do while you're gone, baby?"

that line was edited out of the final version

like the gentleman that he is, mick pays for all of the books

*cue the entire comment section swooning*

they do one video called "my boyfriend guesses the plot of my books based solely on the contents of the front cover"

"uhm im gonna take a wild guess and say that one's about death of some kind. maybe a murder?"

"that one's porn. one hundred percent. there's a fully shirtless man with a smolder and bad tattoos on the front cover. wait, there's a formula one car as well? oh dear god, this isn't what your version looks like!"

"because i bought the special editions with the pretty covers, baby. and this one does have a plot. this one made me cry, and you had to hold me for like an hour and a half while i recovered."

he definitely bought her a copy of her favorite romance book for their anniversary and went through and annotated it

paying special attention to all of the smutty parts that he wants to recreate

buddy reads with mick where they read the same book and then film a video where they both review it

the cutest couple on bookstagram

BONUS MATERIAL:

#mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher #f1 headcanons #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #mick schumacher headcanons #f1 x you #lucky people

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novafics · 9 months

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l Winter Blue's l

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: sickfic

Summary: you were currently getting over a nasty cold, or were you?

Word Count: 608

Masterlist

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It was currently deep into the winter season for you and the boys hence you decided to stay behind for this particular hunt. It wasn't that you weren't capable of hunting in the cold however with you getting over a particularly nasty cold you weren't given the choice because in Dean’s words “if you think im letting you go and get yourself more sick sweetheart you have another thing coming”.

Even though you were pretty bummed you were missing out on the hunt you couldn't help but feel thankful for Dean’s overprotectiveness as the cold you thought you were getting over was coming back full force.

At this moment in time you were curled up on your and Dean’s shared bed wearing one of his flannels and trying your hardest to not let your current fever best you.

You had thought that you were getting better which was obviously not true as you currently felt worse than you had felt the entire time. Your nose was constantly running with your throat feeling like you swallowed razor blades and the fever wracking your body was certainly not helping.

As the minutes slowly tickled by you got worse and worse, the slow rhythmic pulsing in your head was now an enormous excruciating pain you couldn't shake, as tears slowly started to make their way down your cheeks you decided the best thing you could do was to call Dean.

One thing you didn't think of however was that your phone was on the other side of the room. Deciding that you couldn't stand the pain a minute longer you slowly hauled yourself up from the bed, your movements slow and shaky. As you tried to take the first few steps you knew this wasn't going to be an easy task, black dots plagued your visions and the shaking in your body increased tenfold.

You had almost managed to get to your phone when the blackness in your vision worsened, feeling scared that you wouldn't make it quick enough. You used the last of your energy to make the last step to your phone and grab it as you fell to the floor.

Right now it felt like time was working against you as you quickly started to lose more and more energy, luckily for you you had managed to click on Dean’s contact before you lost consciousness.

About 30 minutes later you started to rouse, no longer were you lying on the cold concrete floor though you felt the ache in your body not only from the fall but from the energy you had used up.

“Baby?, baby can you hear me?” Just hearing Dean’s voice let you know everything that you needed to know, you had successfully got Dean home to you. Slowly but surely you managed to lift up your head and make eye contact with Dean, the look in his eyes was swimming with worry though it lessened significantly as he made eye contact with you as he now knew that you were ok, you were still here with him.

When Dean got your phone call but no you on the other end it sent fear straight through him and he had never driven so fast to get to you, not only that but as he saw you collapsed on the floor he jumped straight into action mode carefully picking your body up and cradling you to his chest and to the bed where you now lay with a cold towel on your head and him sat next to you holding your hand in his.

“Thank god sweetheart, i'm here now, and i'm never leaving you again”

#spn #supernatural #supernatural x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean #deanwinchester #spn fanfic #dean winchester #supernaturalxreader #deanwinchester x reader #dean x you #dean x reader #dean winchester x you #spn x you #sickfic

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notanerdyprude · 4 months

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fun things i noticed rewatching npmd act 1:

sam sweetly was investigating richies death

richie messed with his fingers absentmindedly

everyone pronounces stephs last name correctly (law-ter) except the teacher (low-ter) because teachers cant pronounce peoples names correctly

pete is almost always curled into himself while steph is almost always sat more like. outward. i dont know how to describe it.

petes plaid on his suspenders and bowtie matches stephs flannel

stephanie wears a lot of jewellery

ruth and richie hold on to pete at the end of “literal monster”’s first chorus

the literal monster choreogrophy fucking SLAPS byw

richie is such a bitch “its LIPSCHITZ 🙄🙄” “i never intended to walk through your hallway”

richie keeps his hands under his armpits most of the time

graces little “mhm. mhm.” after she says “his name is jesus christ” >>>

max and grace nodding at eachother is never not going to be funny to me

kyle is max’s biggest hype-man. homosexual activity if you ask me.

ruth and the nerd in purple enter the stage hiding behind the bleachers during max’s verse

“next time youre going to cheat do it like a lauter and dont get caught” so solomon most likely got to his position illegally

“somebody WALKS to the office with STEPHANIE LAUTER 🙄” richie is a Bitch

ruth cares very deeply about library rules

she immediately stops caring about them as soon as stephanie lauter calls him

ruth rolls her eyes when richie starts his “aot > star wars shit”, so shes clearly heard this a shit ton before

petes jumper also matches stephanies foannel

pete is in the shadows for a good part of cooler than i think i am because he keeps walking through them

as soon as the bridge is done he goes from being in the light to beingbik the shadows again

peter can also be a bitch

max doesnt come from money

max started being a prick in 4th grade

jason seems to be an actually good dude.

max has a major god complex obviously but like. it is bad. it is BAD.

mark, despite being married to her, calls graces mom ‘mother’

graces mom also wears butterfly clips

richies side eye the second steph walks over im DECEASED.

richie looks so horrified by steph touching him

cooler than him tune plays when they walk into the boys bathroom

richie side-eyes people a lot

“steph-an-ie”

pete’s “grace 🙄” i love him hes so bitchy

hatchet town tune plays in the bg a lot

richie naruto runs into the waylon place

richie is VERY excited by the plan “WE’LL MAKE HIM SHIT HIS PANTS 😁”

petes a marvel nerd. he does both the hulk and spidermans gestures

richie is ruths wingman confirmed

richie fiddles with the little tassles on petes jacket

max is very good at puns

will is scarily good at sounding like blood is coming out of his mouth

pete has a very short temper

grace actively cheers for ruth after she cuts off max’s nips

stacy calls richie “mr. lipschitz”. for some reason.

THE HARMONIES IN GO GO NIGHTHAWKS ARE SO GOOD

richie calls jason jace :(( /pos

“theyre my bros for life” they said ONE nice thing to you get some standards i BEG

richies face immeidately dropping as soon as max says “richieee”

richies wearing 4 layers on top and a pair of shorts. transgender.

max’s blood is sparkly.

max shakes his hand after touching richie

max thinks people in the smoke club are cool

max locks the door on richie

he does the choreo from thriller by michael jackson

richies squeal after max makes him fall

max is heavy projecting onto richie

max seems genuinely pissed when richie says ‘im not a loser.’ he only chills when richie says ‘please don’t kill me’.

he taunts richie by calling him his actual name. he never called richie his real name, only shit-lips. false sense of security type shit.

#starkid #nerdy prudes must die #npmd

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years

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Eddie x Plus!size reader

This was a request by @salenorona23

Brief description: Can i have a Eddie munson x plus!size reader. Where the reader is mike's and Nancy's cousin and she needs a place to stay bc there are no more rooms at the wheelers so mike asks the gang if she can stay with one of them everyone says no so mike decides she has to stay with eddie and his uncle eddie complaints but the reader comes up behind him and she says she can stay on the couch instead of his room he turns around and checks her out and falls in love with her Immediately and then eddie starts being a blabbermouth saying she can stay in his room with him but mike says no and that he has to take the couch. So the reader and eddie start to hang out and they fall for each other and at the end eddie tells the reader he is in love with her and she feels the same * sorry its so long im just watching a show and the idea came to mind you don't have to do it*

Oh shit I like this one. 🙃

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Warning: 18+ cursing and mild mentions of unprotected sex.

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"No. Nope. There is no room for her. I barley have room in there for my stuff. And there is absolutely no room for two beds." Eddie complained to Mike in the trailer with his back towards you in the small doorway.

" I don't have much" you whispered barely loud enough for Eddie to hear you. "I can take the couch if that's ok with your uncle."

The first thing Eddie noticed was The Lonely Mountain graphic on your tank that hugged your curves just right. Then to your ripped black jeans that were slightly worn between your thighs, with a black and grey flannel tied around your wide hips that the gods blessed you with. Down to your beat up black and white Chuck Taylors. Then finally up to your face. Your hair blowing in the wind like some goddess that blessed him with your presence. He noticed a pair of drum sticks sticking out of your knap sack. You had the sweetest eyes Eddie has ever seen. But the small frown you had on your face broke his heart.

You were frowning because of the inconvenience you were causing the Munson's and the rest of your family. You had just finished beauty school when your parents announced they were going on a 6 month backpacking trip to Europe. They didn't want you to stay alone in the big old house in the woods even though you preferred it. So they sent you to your aunt and uncle's house. But the Wheelers house was already so packed that you couldn't fit. You honestly didn't want to stay with the Munson's. You didn't know them. You know the whole stranger danger thing. But Mike convinced you that Eddie and his Uncle were really nice. However you didn't know that Mike had to convince Eddie if you could stay there too. Obviously the tall lanky guy with messy brown hair didn't want you there. But you hoped he would. Sleeping on a couch was better than sleeping on the floor or in a tent in the Wheelers back yard.

When you met Eddie's eyes. They felt like they pierced your heart. You noticed his frizzy curls that fell a little past shoulder length. You looked at his black and white baseball tee with the logo Hellfire on it. Down to his jeans with the hole in the knee and then his dirty white Reeboks. Seeing his rings and bracelets made you think of some metal head punk that was totally your type. You didn't know much about him only what Mike told you but seeing him there with his arms crossed made you nervous.

" Oh uhhhhh hilo...i-im Eddie" Eddie stumbled on his words. A mixture of hello and hi " Shit sorry Hi.

"Hi there I'm y/n " you giggled at his mistake.

" I-I was just kidding. You can stay with me."

"No!" Mike order noticed the shift in Eddie's attitude. " You'll sleep on the couch"

Eddie turned to give Mike a scowl.

" Seriously you're taking the couch." Mike said kinda scared.

You smiled at the exchange.

...

You walked into Eddie's room while he stubble around trying to clean up a little after Mike left. You saw his guitar first and Eddie noticed right away.

" She's gorgeous right?"

You smiled and nodded

"You play?" Eddie asked

You shook your head. "No but I play the drums. You pointed at your sticks still looking at his guitar.

" You could touch it if you want." Eddie would let you have it if you would let him stay in the room with you.

"Uh that's ok.. I'm kinda accident prone. I wouldn't want to break it or anything." You set your backpack and small suitcase down. You eyed the room looking at the posters and amps." You some sorta famous rockstar or something?"

"Oh man I wish." Eddie sighed. " We are still in the garage faze right now. Sometimes we play at this little bar outside of town. We are called Corroded Coffin." You smiled at the name. " Are you in a band?"

" Uhh I used to be. In highschool. But I kinda fell out of it. But I didn't grow out of my drums. Something about hitting the shit out something just feels kinda good ya know?"

" Y-yeah" Eddie had no idea what you meant. He wasn't particularly violent. Sure he got into fights at school mostly just getting his ass handed to him. He however could take a punch. He didn't like to fight. He mostly just cared about music and D&D.

" Oh cool you like Lord of the Rings too?"

"Sure. It's like one of the best books I ever read." Eddie admitted.

"Same." You agreed. You turned your back to Eddie and moved your hair to the side to reveal your neck showing him your Bilbo's front door tattoo with the words 'an unexpected journey " just underneath.

Eddie's mouth dropped. He swore he drooled a little. Holy fuck you were perfect.

You fixed yourself and turned back to him. He had his lips pressed and nodded.

" C-cool" he stuttered.

Tension filled the air.

" Uh you know I don't want to take your bed. The couch is really fine. I'm just happy to have a roof over my head."

Eddie was starting at you. Not hearing a word you just said.

"Eddie?"

" Oh what. Shit sorry I was uhh thinking about uhhh s-song." He lied. He was just so in aww of you.

" I said I can take the couch. I really don't mind."

"Oh no I-i can't let you do that....Mike would have my head of you weren't comfortable."

" Please I'm sure you could take him."

Eddie laughed at your assumption that he could actually take him. He probably could take Holly. But that's cuz she was still little and she was a girl. But if she cried he didn't stand a chance.

...

Living with a girl was nothing less than challenging. Remembering to put the toilet seat down for her was a hassle. And her using up all the hot water was a bitch. But when she emerged from that steam with damp hair and shorts Eddie need the cold shower afterwards. Uncle Wayne work nights so sleeping on the pull out was fine for you until the days he was off. You would stay with y/n in the room. With a pillow barrier separating you two. Eddie found it hard to sleep with you next to him. But the sound of your breathing was like a lullaby to him.

One day you invited her to band practice. Of course she was the only girl there. You guys didn't have girls around. But the lack of females didn't stop the guys hitting on her. Trying to show off their talents. Eddie didn't hit on you out of respect for Mike. But the others didn't care who she was related too. Gwydion let her play his drum set when you guys took a break. Trying to guide her in how to use them. She looked up to you grinning. You took a swig of beer to quench your thirst you had suddenly gotten at her smile.

You glared at Gwydion to backed off. And when he did she started playing a familiar intro. They guys knew the song well. After all it was your favorite band and you made them play it over and over. She started the intro again to let everyone get into their places except Gwydion. He stood back in shock that you could actually play the drums better than him.

Eddie joined you when it was his turn to play.

'white man came across the sea, he brought his us pain and misery, he killed our tribes he killed our creed, he took our game for his own need. We fought him hard, we fought him well, out on the plains we have him hell"

Eddie watched you as you banged your head while he sung Run to the Hills.

You sang along with him during the chorus. Grinning back and forth at each other.

When the song was over she looked so happy. It made your heart skip a beat.

" Looks like you've been replaced Gwydion." You said smirking at your opened mouth friend.

Her laugh was the sweetest music to your ears. Geez you were head over heels for her.

...

"Oh man that was fun. I didn't realize how much I missed playing with people." You said while getting ready for bed.

" I didn't know you liked Iron Maiden. That's my favorite band." Eddie followed you into his room.

" Oh hell yeah. You should see my vinyls. I think you might love me after you see it." You joked.

I think I'm in love with you now. Eddie thought.

Wayne was off tonight and Eddie didn't have a campaign so he wanted to spend time with you. He watched as you left to shower. Picking out a movie for you two watch. He figure something scary so that maybe if you were scared enough you would hold his hand or something. Eddie popped some popcorn and grabbed 2 beers for you and him. He just set them down on the dresser when you came out. You tripped on Eddie's guitar case landing right on Eddie falling to the floor. Eddie grunted at the sudden weight on him.

" Shit Eddie I'm sorry. Did I hurt you!?" You were worried as you got off and stood up.

Eddie laid there for a second trying to keep the memory of your body fully pressed against him.

" Eddie I'm sorry. I know I'm heavy. Please don't tell me you didn't break something."

Your words pull Eddie out of his head. He jumped right up. " No no you didn't hurt me at all. You're not heavy. Don't say that. I was just not ready to fall."

You looked like you were about to cry. When Eddie came to hug you. He breathed you in. You smelled so good.

" Hey I'm serious . You didn't hurt me at all."

After he calmed you down you sat on the bed while he put in Nightmare on Elms street.

Eddie jumped when you laughed at Tina running away from Freddie in the alley. He had to admit that he was definitely more scared of the movie than you were. You scooted closer to him resting your head on his shoulder.

Damn I wish I could kiss her.

...

" Common Wheeler let me-"

"No! Alright." Mike cut off Eddie

" Please man let me ask her out."

"uhh ok." Mike said

"Really?!"

" No not really Eddie." Mike said " Dude she's leaving in 2 months"

Fuck Mike was right. She was leaving. How could you start something with her if it was just end as soon as she left. Shit why couldn't she stay?

"Ok. I won't Wheeler. I'm sorry I brought it up"

"You leave her alone ok."

Eddie agreed. He had to distance himself from you. He didn't want to but he had to. For his heart. It was gonna break if you didn't want to stay.

Later that week Eddie spent a lot of time out hanging out with Dustin or with his other buddies from hellfire. He would get home late on purpose so that he knew you would be asleep. He would leave early to school so that he didn't have to see you. He missed you though. And though you didn't say it you missed him too.

One night he had no where to go and uncle Wayne was at work. He sat in his van staring at the trailer. You were in there waiting for him. Then he saw you come out. He watched as you walked to his side and opened the door.

" Hey what are you doing out here?"

" I uhhh sorry I was just thinking."

"Anything you want to talk about?"

You didn't look at her. You knew if you did you would blurt out that you wanted her.

"Eddie?" She said while putting her hand on your wrist.

You knew Eddie didn't want to talk so you didn't push the issue.

"Hey come on. I want to show you something." You tugged Eddie out the van. Pulling him into the trailer.

Eddie looked at the chair in the kitchen leaning up against the sink.

"Ta-da" she said pointing at the chair.

"uhh it's a chair." Eddie sounded confused.

She tugged at your hair. " It's so I can fix this mop of yours."

"No...Nope. No one touches this hair but me."

"Eddie trust me. I won't cut it short. I'm just gonna trim the dead ends off. It will be less freid at the bottom and it will look better I promise."

Eddie side eyed you but nodded.

" I got to wash it first ok?"

" Yeah ok."

"is it ok if I use my stuff? It will help with the frizziness."

"ok"

He sat there head leaned back into the sink.

" Is it warm enough?" You asked

"Uh-huh" Eddie replied

" Good." You smiled starting to wash his hair. Rubbing his scalp tenderly.

Eddie moaned a little. " That uhh that feels nice." Eddie could feel you smile.

After you were finished you helped dry and brush Eddie's hair. He had a great head of hair. He just need a good routine to take care of it. You started snipping away soon after. When you were finished you blowed dried his hair.

"Come on." You said while grabbing Eddie's hand and lead him to the bathroom mirror.

"See it looks fantastic." She said while fluffing up your hair.

You didn't even look at yourself. You just kept looking at her.

" Looks great. You did a real good job sweetheart."

"Thanks. Didn't do too bad yourself. Thanks for not moving." She said winking at you.

God you were in love with her. Just flat out undeniably, unmistakeably in love with the poor girl. What were you gonna do when she left?

She was leaving in one month. But you kept your word to Mike that you weren't gonna try anything. She looked so tired today. Eddie thought. That's when you opened the bottom cabinet drawer that he had empty for you. You were running low on tampons. It's about that time. She was always so tired around this time of month. Oh man she must be in pain. Eddie left to make you a care package. Like he'd done the past 3 months. Coming back to the room he saw you curled up facing the wall.

" Hey sweetheart I come baring gifts."

You smiled at Eddie's new name for you. You sat up with pain in your lower back. Just exhausted. You looked into the bag Eddie sat down in front of you. When he left to get something. You pulled out the lastest Rolling Stone magazine, a new box of tampons, a candy bar, some Tylenol and a pint of your favorite ice. You smile when Eddie came back with a spoon.

" Thank you Eddie." You said softly bringing your knees up a little and rested your back against the head board.

Eddie started to play his acoustic guitar across from you knowing how it made you feel better. He watched as you brought spoon full of ice cream to your mouth. You moved a little closer to him and held out the spoon offering him some.

" Uh no I'm ok that's for you ."

" It's ok Eddie I don't mind sharing."

" But uhhh" Eddie was nervous. "what If I have a cooties?"

" i think I can handle cooties Eddie." She giggled

He hesitate for just a brief second before pulling the ice cream off with his teeth. He saw you put the spoon right back in your mouth to suck off whatever he left. That's what she did over and over again until the ice cream was gone. She put the empty container on the nightstand and snuggled back into the the bed. Eddie laid down next to you and starting to rub your lower back. For the first time Eddie and you slept with out the wall of pillows.

...

Two weeks left. Eddie was upset that you were leaving so soon. He could tell you were getting sad too. He never got to tell you he loved you. He wanted to so bad. But Mike man. He couldn't do that to him.

One night during the last week of your stay Eddie wanted to sleep with you so bad. His uncle was at work and you were sitting in his room packing up. That's when he decided to see if you need help.

You looked at him thru tired eyes. It was getting late. When she asked you something.

" Hey Eddie umm could you sleep in here tonight?"

" uh sure."

You took off you shirt like you always did when you slept. She went to the restroom to change. And when she came out she was just in a flannel. She went to turn on your radio. You moved so she could get in. She closed the door and turned out the light. You felt her her moving under the covers. The song I wanna know what love is filled the room. You didn't really care for Foreigner but it seemed like the appropriate song to be playing right now.

As you layed there she scooted closer.

"Eddie is it ok that I put my head on your shoulder?"

"Yeah yeah it's ok sweetheart."

You put your arm under her head and she rested on your shoulder. She put her hand on your chest. She was making your heart race. Her hot minty breath felt good on your bare chest.

You weren't sleepy but you could tell that she was. She sighed and started to caress your chest. You tensed up when you immediately got goosebumps.

" Is this ok?" She asked

" y-yeah"

She lifted her head to look at you. The yellow light from the porch bleeding thru the blinds. All you could see was her eyes.

" Can I kiss you?" She said softly.

"I uhh I- yes."

She leaned up and you lifted your head a little to meet her lips. It was fireworks. The kissed deepened when she pulled you closer. The kiss was too short for you. When she pulled away you felt her smile. You turned so that your face was hovering over hers and she got comfortable on the pillow. You kissed again. This time just with a bit more passion. Only breaking to breath. She took your breath away. You felt her hand moving your hair behind your shoulder as you grabbed her chin. You pulled away finally you couldn't do this.

"Eddie it's okay I like it."

" I do too but."

" But what"

" I promised Mike that I wouldn't do anything."

"Mike is not the boss of me."

" No I know. It's just I gave him my word."

She bit her lip to hold back tears. You laid back down fighting back your own. She laid back on your chest holding you tight until she fell asleep.

" I love you" you whispered

...

it was the last day before you left and you were at the Wheelers. Eddie didn't want to be apart. But he knew you need sometime with your family. She came back around 8. You were sitting on the couch slouched. You guys stared at each other for a while when she went to the room. You knew what would happen if you followed her. But you did it anyways. She was sitting on the edge of the bed. You stood in front of her pulling her up to her feet. Hugging her and breathing the scent of her perfume. After a minute she pulled away and kissed you. You let her take off your shirt. No longer caring about the promise you were about to break. You undressed each other. You didn't have to ask if she was ok with it. When you laid her down on the bed kissing and holding on to her waist with one hand and the other holding you up. She moved you penis to her warm wet entrance. You slowly pushed yourself in her. It was so bitter sweet that you wanted to do this until kingdom come. You slowly pulled in and out kissing her. You move your hands behind her shoulders as she held your neck with one hand and the other placed on you waist. Foreheads met as you speed up your thrust slightly. Pleasant sighs left your mouths. You both let the wave wash over you as you orgasm. After a while you just laid there holding each other.

" y/n please stay."

" Eddie I can't....I have no where to live. And I don't have any money."

" That's ok you can stay here. And I'll take care of you."

"Eddie no."

"y/n I love you. I can't just let you leave."

" You love me?"

"Yeah I do. Since the first time I saw you."

" Eddie I love you too"

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female original character #eddie munson x you #fanfic #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie x reader #stranger things #eddie my beloved #eddie x plus size reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x y/n

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4townlove · 1 year

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4⭐ Town Headcanons : Song for Each Member's Solo Career

Now im sure im not the only one that considers 4Town ever disbanding to be a nightmare that should never come true, but, in the hypothetical that it did (WHICH IT WONT EVER) these are the songs I think each would write and perform:

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⭐Robaire : Leave The Door Open by Bruno Mars, Anderson.Paak & Silk Sonic

Robaire fully embodies the charm and velvetine swagger of this song to a degree where its almost annoying, but I can't deny he's perfect for this vibe. I can just see that stupid perfect smile of his as he sings it. UGH !!! no matter how many times i hear this song, i cant help but get carried up in its energy and that is exactly the effect Robaire has always had on 4Town fans and the new ones who will enjoy his more mature turn at music.

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⭐ Jesse : Stick Season by Noah Kahan

Ok maybe I'm a little biased because Jesse is my man and I've been obsessed with this album lately but i really think Jesse would strip everything back and become a really homey, heartfelt to the point it breaks, tender and honest music. I just love the image of him in a flannel with a guitar just strummin away and sat on the hood of his old car, singing about whats on his mind and in his heart. gosh i love my sweet man (and go check out this artists whole album its soulcrushingly good)

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⭐Taeyoung : Promise by Jimin

i know its very on the nose to say that Taeyoung would do kpop after 4Town disbands, but i have a theory about this. I think after 4Town ends, Taeyoung would "retire" as an artist, bidding his farewells to the limelight and settling into a normal life where he can focus on his passion for animal rescue, maybe even setting up his own sanctuary and going to school to learn more about caring for and studying animals. but then, after maybe a decade of nothing, Tae would drop one final song, maybe on the 10 year anniversary of 4Towns end and it would flood the world. and this song i think is perfect for how he would feel if he made a song alone.

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⭐Aaron T : In The Heights

Now, maybe I'm jumping a bit but this kind of Lin Manuel Miranda style broadway, started with his take on Hamilton, where its got alot of hiphop influence just SCREAMS Aaron T to me. his energy, expressiveness and being known for being the fast-talking, bounce off the walls member i think lends to modern broadway so damn well, and for this song especially, he would be Usnavi obviously, and would have so much personality that he carries the whole show by himself.

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⭐Aaron Z : Cracker Island by Gorillaz

okok hear me out on this one, similar yo Taeyoung, i think Z would take a break from performing after 4Town splits up just to have some downtime and fihure out life outside the band, but then, he'd come back not to sing but to PRODUCE songs. he'd be one of those artists who releases a song once every 4-5 years and it takes the world by storm so hard the hype lasts til he comes back. anf for me, this electric synth-punk is something i could see him making. very grungy and dirty electro/retrowave sound that would set the world on fire. he's got the same cool and funky swag that this song especially i think just glows with.

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jarofstyles · 2 years

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another level up / nerdy harry blurb? im inlove with him 🥺

Sure thing my lovely!

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“Your glasses are crooked.” She muttered, reaching out to fix his frames. “Did you trip on your way here?”

He had arrived a bit breathless in the courtyard, backpack thrown down on the picnic table and their tray of drinks placed in front of her. “Yeah. The pavement is so uneven… lawsuit waiting to happen, but that isn’t my problem.” He flushed slightly at the knowledge she had noticed such a thing. There was luckily not many people around when he stumbled but he managed to keep from flailing on the ground.

“Well, as long as you’re okay, Bambi.” She always teased him about his long, clumsy legs and his body that was willowy and pretty. His legs had a mind of their own sometimes and he knew that, but the soft nickname often said in jest did make him feel a bit warm. “I stole your flannel from your car, by the way.”

That, he had noticed. The red worked well with her cropped top and jeans, a staple of him marking her that soothed that part inside of him that had always loved when people found out she was taken. He felt so… happy. Proud. Loved showing her off. “It looks better on you anyways. Keep it.” He took the bag with their treats and handed it to her. “I got the lemon cake and some cake pop things. I wasn’t sure which you wanted today.”

Being the thoughtful baby he truly was, Y/N cooed at his gesture. Leaning in, she grabbed his chin with her hand and planted an obnoxious kiss to his lips. Loudly pecking them with a ‘mwuah’ that had him blinking fast as she pulled away. His shyness was still something she found to be utterly fucking adorable, but he could handle this. “You are the best boyfriend in the world. I hope you know that.” She sighed, lifting his arm and placing it around her shoulders. Pinching off a piece of lemon cake, she carefully guided it to his mouth and fed it to him.

“Mm. That’s pretty good.” After swallowing thickly he took a sip of his iced tea with his free hand, fiddling with her hair with the other. “How did you do on your test?” He was still a bit timid with PDA but trying to get more comfortable with it. Especially when he saw how she melted into him and preened when he would kiss her cheek or hold her hand, pull her closer or whisper to her. Once she had explained it made her feel like he was proud to be with her? He had made massive steps to make sure she knew.

“Ugh. It was fine, but you know how Mrs.Daniels is.” Her eyes rolled and she took a hasty bite of a cake pop herself, huffing through her nose. “Why say open notes if the notes aren’t going to help shit? And I used my sexy, top of class boyfriend’s note tips and everything.” A flair for the dramatics, she definitely had.

“Really? It didn’t have anything to didn’t the notes?”

“Nope.” She popped the ‘p’, handing the other half of the pop to Harry to bite off. “All shit that we had barely covered. Swear the old hag is delighted to watch us flounder like that. But she’s luckily the only bad one this year.” Y/N loved educators but some of them were obviously in it for the wrong reasons. “I want to not talk about school though. What I want to do is eat our cake pops and have our drinks, and then I want to go listen to the Arctic Monkey’s in your big car and make out in the backseat. And I want you to put your hands inside my jeans.”

Harry’s brows raised, still amazed at her audacity to just say those types of things. Of course he wanted to do the same- he would never turn out an opportunity for kisses, especially in the car. But it was very… specific.

“Can I ask… should I ask why it’s so detailed?” He blinked a few times, looking at her in curiosity.

“Always dreamed about doing it. Redownloaded tumblr last night and thought about my youth in there. It’s why I chose the ripped jeans. I listened to their album last night and then Daddy Issues… thought it would be ironic and hot to make out to.” She shrugged it as if it was a normal thing. “We have 3 more cake pops to eat. Eat the chocolate one last, I want to taste it on you.”

Harry wasn’t going to complain about that.

“We have to take off your glasses though this time. As hot as they are, you can’t take them off and we roll over them again. Okay?”

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HI LOVE ok so I'm watching The Hidden Lives of Pets which is a Netflix animal documentary and there's this episode where a guy shows how he always goes camping with his CAT and the cat leads him to the car/camp after they go for a walk and at night the cat curls up on a chair and watches the guy cook dinner and then they both chill and stargaze until the fire is out and nOW IM YEARNING FOR CAMPING WITH FRANKIE AND A PET MY GOOOOOOODDDDDD

AN | Okay, but this is so cute! I hope you guys enjoy a soft lil take on Frankie and some camping 🥰

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

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“You’re not serious,” Frankie’s face fell as he glanced between you and the small harness in his hand. Oh. Perhaps he really had been serious after all. A bereft sigh passed your lips, “we’re n - we’re not taking Mr. Beans camping with us.”

“Why not?” the pout on his face alone was almost enough to get you to give in, instead you dissolved into laughter, “he wants to come! He’ll have a good time.”

“He’s a cat,” you took the small harness and tossed it onto the counter, “his joys in life are eating, sleeping, and sitting in a warm lap or window. Tell me why you’re so sure he’d like camping.”

“You are stereotyping him to be just all like all other cats,” as if on cue, Mr. Beans padded into the kitchen, circling your legs before rubbing against you and plopping at your feet, “see! He knows his mother is being mean.”

“I…did you and the cat really just gang up on me?” you shook your head before reaching down to scratch behind his ears. When you looked back up, Frankie’s expression was nothing short of pleading; you were surprised he didn’t break down and fall to his knees, “fine. Fine. Mr. Beans can come - but we’re going to have to make sure that we have everything for him and that we’re extra careful. I don’t want anything to happen to…our son.”

“Yes!” he pumped his fist before picking up the small, fluffy black cat and holding him to his chest, “we’re going to have the best time.”

“Yeah,” you leaned in and kissed cheek, shaking your head in amusement at the two of them, “I’m sure we will, Francisco.”

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“There, voila!” he looked so proud of himself for the tent he’d just put up. You gave him a small round of applause as he took a mock little bow. Mr. Beans had been underfoot the whole time, almost as if he thought he was supervising the tent construction himself. You had to admit, he did look pretty stinking cute in his red and black check harness, matching right along with Frankie in his signature flannel. Totally not planned babe, he had insisted, but you could see right through him.

“Looks wonderful,” you stepped closer to him, putting a hand on his face before stroking his cheek, “I hope you remembered the air mattress and his bed. Can’t have the little prince be left to sleep like a peasant.”

“‘course I remembered,” he scoffed playfully as he walked past you and to the back of the car. He had definitely packed everything and anything that could even be remotely needed; by the time you’d left the house that morning, the car was a tight squeeze. You couldn’t even be mad - it was endearing that he wanted to make sure everything was perfect. He rummaged through what he had packed before making a little triumphant sound and pulling out two stuffed duffel bags, “everything we need for a comfortable tent experience!”

“Excellent, my liege,” you grabbed one of the bags before kissing him. It caused him to pause for a moment as he looked at you with soft eyes, a flush crept into his cheeks, “thank you for this, Frankie. It was a good idea to get away for the weekend.”

“Y-yeah,” he stammered lightly, still amazed by the effect you managed to have over him, despite how long he’d been lucky enough to call you his, “I thought it was a good idea too. Obviously…wait - maybe not obviously, but yeah. I think you know-”

“Shh,” you put a finger to his lips to stop his rambling, giggling lightly, “I know what you meant, love. Come one, let’s throw the bags into the tent and go for a hike.”

“Okay,” he agreed happily, as he helped you with your stuff, “sounds great.”

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Your little afternoon hike turned into an adventure that was both fun and almost too cute to handle. You were glad you’d remembered to bring your phone so you managed to take some good pictures.

You were carrying a light backpack, filled with water and snacks and some emergency medical supplies while Frankie too had a backpack…for Mr. Beans. You were left breathless with how hard you’d laughed when he first told you that the backpack was for the - in case he gets tired. He’d started out on leash, strapped to his little harness, happily trotting along with the two of you.,

You had to admit that the small cat was extremely well behaved, as well as probably the sweetest little thing. Whenever another pair of hikers or someone with a dog would cross your paths, he was excited to make his way over to get pets, but he was so cute about it. When Frankie saw how good he was with dogs, it gave him the idea that maybe your little family needed a new member. It could be a brother or sister for him, that way he’ll never be lonely when we’re gone. And just how were you supposed to argue with that?

At one point, the little black cat and his little legs had grown tired, causing him to stop and quietly meow at the two of you. Frankie wasted no time in reaching down and picking up, putting him delicately into the little carrier backpack. You said nothing but gave them both a kiss and took a picture to forever remember this moment.

“What?” he asked when he’d caught you grinned like a loon at him, “something on my face?”

“No,” you promised, “just love you lots is all.”

“Oh,” there was sht little smile you loved so much, “I love you.”

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The fire that Frankie had started was crackling merrily, as the two of you sat around it, drinking hot chocolate and talking about anything and everything. Mr. Beans was sitting at your feet, stretched out on a soft, fluffy blanket as he let the fire warm his belly.

You couldn’t help but lean down to pet him, causing him to purr happily as he pushed his face into your hand. Frankie had a smug, playful little smirk on his face, “what? I can see that look, Morales.”

“Nothing,” he innocently shrugged, “just funny that you didn’t think he should come at first, and look at the two of you. Thick as thieves - even more than normal.”

“Well, it’s not that I didn’t want him to come,” you stuck your tongue out at him, “I just wasn’t sure that he would enjoy it…or that it would be safe! I don’t want anything to happen to him. Besides, Francisco, normal people don’t generally bring their cats camping. But then again, we’re not exactly normal…”

“What’s the difference between us bringing him,” he scoffed, not at you but in general, “and with other people bringing their dogs? More or less the same thing.”

“I suppose…” you agreed, scooting closer to him so your bodies were touching, “but luckily, it’s all going very well. But do you know what else we need?”

“I know that look,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “s’mores.”

“S’mores,” you jumped up and made quick work of grabbing the chocolate, graham crackers, and marshmallows. Frankie had grabbed a few sticks that were suitable for proper marshmallow roasting, as you had put it earlier. You fished a couple of the big, fluffy blobs out of the bag and pushed them onto the end of the sticks.

“For you,” he handed you one of the sticks and you both stuck the marshmallows near the flames. Frankie was softly explaining the best way to get the ultimate toast on the marshmallow, crispy on the outside but then gooey on the inside. You were sure that you were just watching him with actual heart eyes, which he seemed to notice, “everything alright?”

“Yes,” it was a soft promise as you pulled your marshmallow that had gotten a little too crispy with your quiet study of him, out of the flame and put it on the plate as you got ready to roast another, “I was just…listening to you and trying to follow along.”

“Either I was not explaining it very well, or you got very easily distracted,” he winked at you, “it’s okay, honey bee, you can look all you want, I’m all yours.”

“Hush,” you waved your stick at him before you both broke into a fit of giggles, “it’s not my fault you’re all handsome like that, and funny, and sexy, and everything.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” he almost broke the graham crackers in half at your statement, suddenly very interested in what he was doing. It was his tell every time he was flustered; he became incredibly invested in whatever he had been doing.

“Flattery will get me everywhere,” you passed him the chocolate so he could assemble the s’mores, “you know it will, baby.”

“I need you to keep quiet,” his bark had absolutely no bite behind it, the smile that was pulling up the corners of his mouth evidence of that, “very important business at hand.”

“Clearly,” you agreed, “you’re not allowed to sleep in the tent if the s’mores are anything less than perfect.”

“No pressure,” he made quick work of putting together the sweet treats, getting the perfect ratio of ingredients that you liked. He handed you the plate, and you played along, inspecting it closely, “what does the queen think then?”

“Approved,” you leaned over and kissed him, tasting the sweetness of the marshmallows that he had already eaten lingering on his lips, “I guess I’ll keep you.”

“What an honor,” his hand found the back of your neck as he gently held you close to him so he could steal a few more languid, saccharine kisses.

“What was that for?”

“Do I need a reason to kiss you?”

“Never,” you beamed at him, “you taste good. Sweet.”

“I could never taste as sweet as you though,” that was enough to cause you to look at him with big, doe eyes as your entire face flushed with warmth, “what’s the matter? Cat - or I guess I could say Mr. Beans - got your tongue?”

“You’re a menace,” you took a big bite and pretended to glare at him.

“But I’m your menace.”

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“You’re hogging the blanket,” you were grinning as you scooted closer to him on the small air mattress. There had already been very little space between the two of you and now it was basically nonexistent. He draped an arm around your waist as you rested your head on his chest.

“Better?” he kissed the crown of your head as you hummed in content. You yawned, closing your eyes as you felt sleep start to pull you into its sweet embrace.

Before either of you could fall asleep, a small meow reached your ears before the mattress shook gently. Mr. Beans, very small but mighty, padded over your body before settling in between the two of you. He circled around a few times before settling down, purring lightly.

Frankie reached down and petted him for a few moments before he became too sleepy to do much of anything. You were smiling at him, at his softness for not just you but the cat. You were reminded all over again of just why you loved him so much.

“Go to sleep,” he murmured softly, “I can feel you staring at me.”

“I would do no such thing,” you leaned up and gently kissed his nose, “I love you, Frankie. And you too, Mr. Beans.”

“I love you too,” he sounded too cute for someone that was seconds away from sleep, “both of you.”

Mr. Beans stretched before making a small sound, almost as if he was saying it back to both of you before falling asleep as well.

#frankie morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x fem!reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you

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toomuchracket · 1 year

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per the concept you posted last week about matty being your first at a house party…this has been my comfort thought at work today.

Just afterwards, you and matty are still cuddling in bed and he asks if you’d like to go back downstairs and you’re like “yes please im a bit knackered” so he gets up and gets dressed and you ask if you can borrow some comfy clothes from him. He obliges and gives you a graphic tee and some flannel pyjama pants and they smell like him and it’s so comforting on top of all the hormones that have just released in your body.

So you head downstairs and go to the fridge while matty ducks away to the restroom “I’ll just be a minute sweetheart” and you’re like “omg matty I’m fine” but really you do appreciate it because it was quite a new experience! you’re looking in the fridge when he comes up behind you and loops his arm around your neck while standing beside you. “What you looking for?” “Have you got any juice?” He grabs it out of its hiding place and gives it to you, giving the top of your head a sweet kiss before you turn around to find the solo cups. Just then George and charli burst into the kitchen (they are late to the party) and George and Matty greet each other. George clocks that you’re wearing Matty’s clothes and asks if you’re alright. “Just got tired of my party clothes is all.” And matty doesn’t want George to suspect anything so he whispers to his friend that you had a bit too much to drink and needed taking care of to explain his extra protective behaviour around you.

Then charli is suggesting the four of you play beer pong boys against girls and you’re down but matty whines that he wants to be your partner and your friends know how stubborn he is so they oblige. “No beer for you then y/n,” says George, “Matty?” And you look up at matty quickly pleading with him not to make you be sober alone. “Water for us both mate, thanks.” And then mattys rubbing sweet circles on your lower back as you throw the first two balls, missing awfully. You’re shaking a bit and matty rubs your shoulders trying to warm you up, “are you cold?”

“No just the adrenaline I think.”

“From beer pong? I don’t care if we win.”

“No, not from the beer pong.”

“Oh right, right. Do you want to go back upstairs?”

“No I’m fine, just will you help me throw the next one?”

“Sure darling.”

And he does and you guys end up losing but who cares. You tell George and Charli that you’re ready to go to bed and you all hug each other and matty leads you back up to his room where he lifts the covers up and tucks you in “get in, you.” He gets up from the bed a bit abruptly and you get scared a second “where are you going?”

“Was just gonna change into my boxers, is that okay?”

You raise your eyebrows at him “nothing I haven’t seen before.” And he’s like “okay getting cheeky already I see” and when he takes his pant off you mom obnoxiously at his bulge and he’s fake fighting with you like “oi don’t make jokes about my penis I don’t like that!” And then he’s on top of you tickling you and you’re like “no no I’m sorry I concede!! You’re penis isn’t funny!” And he’s like “that’s what I thought” 😌 and relents so you can relax into his chest and get a good nights sleep.

(initial concept can be found here) anon this is so CUTE i don't even know if there's anything i can add!! matty WOULD do all that - obviously there's a new level of intimacy between you post-sex, but he's careful not to overstep any boundaries and be too lovey-dovey with you (although i think the two of you are fairly casually affectionate with each other just out of habit at this point) while still making sure you're ok. no wonder you wanted him to be the first person you had sex with, if he's so sweet and attentive and caring towards you!! thank you so much for this, it's so lovely to see how the things i write take on their own lives and developments through reader perception <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks

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nofacednerd · 1 year

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rewatching s1 of The Boys again (because I’m insane) and I was pausing to look at the set design bc I think in general it’s interesting and occasionally very funny

and 1. theres so many pictures of Hughie and Robin around his room but one that they focus on was very obviously taken on set on the day they shot the first scene asdhffgsd??? also he’s got a wooden hand that he made to flip people off

2. my god. they really said he’s an audiophile and ran with it because he has like 4 different record players stacked on top of each other, several stacks of vinyls, random pairs of headphones around the room, 2??? massive amps??? (I can’t see any instruments in the room that he would be using those for so. I guess he just has them), so many speakers just sitting there for some reason. His neighbors must hate him so much

3. theres a bunch of misc wires on his desk that I thiiink might be a soundboard but im not 100% sure (update: it might be a disassembled music box???)

4. I noticed the assortment of gaming controllers on his desk but i did not notice the novelty cup collection he has (he immediately destroys this .2 seconds after you first see it)

5. There’s a giant stuffed snake hanging on the wall behind his door

6. and my personal favorite detail is the coat rack he has in his room solely for his flannels. this man is bisexual and you can’t convince me otherwise.

conclusion: he’s a massive nerd and the sterility of his apartment with annie in s3 is representative of how his grief has consumed him so much that his old interests and hobbies are nearly invisible now (something something trauma changes you irreparably)

#The Boys #the boys tv #I've been wanting to go back and look at this for a while now bc so many of the other sets/bedrooms we see are really sparsely decorated #but Hughie's room has a lot of stuff going on it in because they probably needed stuff in there for him to destroy

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allfattenedup · 1 year

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omg that halloween video was filmed over a (1!) year?! you already put so much work into making high quality videos, but that's some serious dedication! insane! rapid weight gain isn't usually what I go for but holy fuck the quality! do you have any video style inspirations? the lighting is just incredible, so moody/cozy, how long did it take to actually get the shots and then to edit? (the price for your patreon is an insane bargain either way) keep it up, dude!

Can I just say I really like that I get horny asks and art-influence asks? 🤣 Thank you for the questions! My style inspiration comes from cinema - no specific cinematographers that I can single out but the visual style I like is that soft indie film, sense of place type look. Films that have a strong, sometimes overwhelming, colour palette like Drive, La La Land, Enemy, Grand Budapest Hotel, The Fall, they really influence me. Films that use a really strong sense of colour and light to create a feeling. I really like cinema that looks like photography. Gregory Crewdson is one of my favourite photographers, his work is highly cinematic, he creates scenes that make you ask questions and I really like that cyclical influence of cinema on photography and vice versa which is really evident in his work. Annie Leibovitz is another huge fave. And look, let’s be real. I’m not thinking about these giants of the art world when I’m sitting down to plan my kinky little videos. But those are some of the influences that have gone into developing my style over the years.

And as for how long it takes, it varies a lot. Obviously the Halloween video took the longest, I don’t think I’ll ever top one year! 😆 But even the shots themselves took quite a while for that one, for a bunch of reasons. I was using my whole apartment so I was moving the lights and the set up a lot. I was trying to find angles where I looked skinny enough for the ‘before’ shots (not so easy anymore!!) and that took ages. There was make up I had to do for the stretch marks and padding for the end shots. In some shots I was so bloated I could hardly think straight and had to move carefully. There were also a lot of moving parts. I remember doing one shot where it was a slow pull back from the table overhead with the candles burning, water vapour for atmosphere, and as it was pulling back my phone had to come into shot and ring right as it became visible which I needed to trigger while I was doing the shot and keeping it steady… it was very complicated! 😆 So the Halloween video was multiple full days of shooting over the course of a year. But then something like my Fourth of July video was much quicker and easier to do. I just put on a tight flannel and went to town on a pie while moving the camera a few times for some variety in shots.

Editing used to take me much longer but I’m getting better at it now and I can usually get a whole video edited in half a day. Honestly the main thing I’m worried about is that as I’m getting bigger the filming is getting a little harder to do, especially the constant up and down of setting up the shot, getting in frame, checking the shot, etc. But I’ll just have to find a way to make it work because im having way too much fun. Thanks for your questions!

#askafu

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I apologize in advance - im so sorry this is gonna be so fucking long, but i just read the latest chapter of clm and i am in awe of your writing! This just might be one of the best things i have ever read!! So so talented! Your words in this chapter are so so gut-wrenchingly beautiful and poetic, i reread a lot of them a few times just to try to capture the feelings they evoked in me. Here are some of my favourite sentences from this chapter, followed by my commentary aka praise for your extraordinary brain and magical writing pen.

"Your dimpled blush blurs back into checkboxes and scrawled handwriting. You’re gone again. He’s in a white office, and the gentle lapping of the water on the pool’s edge fades into the headache noise of a fan humming, and he feels the warmth of your gaze on his skin turn into the cold, harsh spotlight glare of Lois’s eyes on him." WOW!! In the words of the one and only t swift: its giving movie, its giving cinematography. I can see this exact scene in my head like im watching a great fucking movie! These words combined together to form these sentences are obviously laced with some sort of magic because when i tell you i am not well i mean i am INSANE over this piece of A-R-T.

NEXT-

"It’s just: this time, your dad’s at your heels like a bloodhound. A little less sharp, maybe. Blind as a fucking bat, sure. But he can smell something’s up. And he’s circling it, nose to the ground, drawing nearer and nearer to the pair of you with each step." How? How do you do it? Tell us, please. Your way with words combined with how fantastically skilled your use of language is makes me write a ridiculously long message in your inbox screaming about all of it. All of it.

"Her voice is like ice down the back of his shirt. He stares at the machine, red light blinking like a rag to a bull. He could walk over to it and smash the ever-loving fuck out of it with his fists until it’s dust on his coffee table. Until it shuts the fuck up, stops interfering with his fucking business.

And then he thinks about Lois, and her cream blouse, and her red nails, and her big, blue eyes, and her soft drawl and everything about her that is so entirely opposite to everything about you.

And how much – despite how nice and friendly, or funny and good-natured she is – how much he hates her right now, and how much he fucking loves you." Its the imagery for me. Joel bby i love you and i get it. I love how you combined his aggressive thoughts and big, red feelings with something so tender, so beautiful, so soft. Ugh the duality of man. The power of a writer.

"He’s good at pushing feelings down, good at turning them away from the sunlight like faded pebbles. But this is different. It’s a different kind of hurt.

It’s unresolved, it’s an open wound. It’s you. And it’s every time he hears REO Speedwagon, every time he pulls a flannel over his shoulders and catches the scent of your perfume on it, every time he’s flicking through the TV and catches a flash of a hospital setting, it’s a pair of hands deep inside the wound, pulling it a little wider.

It aches. It stings and it aches and it winds.

And then he turns the pebbles around. Back to the shade. Over and over and fucking over." You have created such strong visuals throughout this whole chapter and i dont know if this was hard for you to write, but i feel so proud of you! I dont know how you felt during the writing process of this chapter, if it was tiring, or aggravating, or infuriating, but i can just imagine the sheer amount of joy and catharsis i would get from putting a period at the end of the last sentence here. The way you compared joel pushing down and hiding his feelings, something so vulnerable, to the pebbles metaphor, something so firm, and hard, and solid, is astounding to me. But its a contrast as much as it is the same thing. Especially because those feelings are as solid as pebbles. Especially because they can bruise you and scrape you up like pebbles can. And if you step on them, it only hurts you. I love your writing.

Also, sarah is so sweet in this chapter and i loved her reaction to seeing joel having a hard time. So so sweet.

"He’s staring at the end of your bed. Thinking about you under him, gripping onto his shirt, his hand between your legs. The very first time. And every other fucking time since then. Which one was the threshold? Who pushed who?" 📣POETRY

"As he passes the stairs, he pauses. Leans on one foot, head tilted to listen out for any sound of life. Any fucking sound – the creak of a floorboard, the squeak of a door handle. Anything to keep him here. Anything." MY HEART IS BROKEN. THIS BROKE ME. I AM GONE. I AM NO MORE. Put these words under "cause of death".

TL;DR: you. are. a. genius. Thank you for this chapter, thank you for this series, it is one of my favourites, and to quote you: i have no idea what youre laced with, but you got me.

(pls keep in mind that im writing this while running on no sleep, i hope you can understand everything, english is not my first language so i hope i expressed myself clearly and was articulate enough)

i have sat on this ask for 2 days now and i keep coming back to read over it and cry a little more each time. i cannot begin to tell u how appreciative i am of this 🥺🧡

there are few feelings that hit as fucking hard as receiving messages like this and reading how much someone has connected with something you've written...so thank you thank you thank you. it means the world and more. i don't even know what to say

#i have no idea what you’re laced with but you got me #SCREAMS that’s literally one of my favorite lines from clm #chats w max #perfectlyfreeanalyst #fic luv

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