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Can You Be My Boyfriend?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N is Ferrari’s social media manager and when one of the mechanics doesn’t take no for an answer, she pretends she’s dating a certain Ferrari driver.

Warning: grammatical and spelling errors cuz I don’t proofread

A/N: i just wanted to say thank you so much for the love y’all gave “Prince of Ferrari”, it means a lot to me as a new Charles Leclerc writer. I hope y’all like this one too, just like Olivia Rodrigo, I am so American,

Y/N walked into Fred’s office.

“Mr. Vasseur, I had an idea for a new C2 challenge.” Y/N said.

“What did you have in mind, Y/N?” Fred asked.

“I was thinking we make dishes from each place we go to. Like Cuban food from Miami, Texas barbecue ribs, paella from Spain, and we have Charles and Carlos match the dishes to their flag. I personally think it would be fun, you know? Or we could do a video where the drivers tell us from which Grand Prix the photo was taken.” Y/N suggested.

“Those are very good ideas, Y/N, see if the boys are up to it, will you? Figure out when the best time is to film that.” Fred said.

“Yes, will do.” Y/N said and left his office. She walked to the living room (does the hospitality have a living room? I don’t know) to see Carlos and Charles chatting to away.

“There she is! Como has estado, hermosa?” Carlos asked Y/N, hugging her and kissing her on the cheek.

“Ha estado súper bien, un poquito cansada, pero nada que no se puede arreglar con un café.” Y/N said, her and Carlos laughed.

“I understand half of that.” Charles said.

“Now you know how I feel when you speak French.” Y/N said. “Anyway, as your social media manager, I had an idea for an upcoming challenge, we have to make the most of this season.” Y/N said.

“We hear you, mon ange, what’s the idea?” Charles asked.

“Can you guys guess what Grand Prix this is based off the picture?” Y/N asked, showing them a picture on her phone.

“That’s when I won in Monza.” Charles answered.

“Good, this is your challenge, guessing Grand Prixs based off a photo.” Y/N said putting her phone away. “It’s not much, but it’s different from what you guys have done in the past. You could also match dishes to their countries.” Y/N said.

“Sounds like a fun challenge.” Carlos said.

“Good to hear. I’m gonna be with the photographer, he’s taking photos of the new livery and I need to approve them before I post them on Instagram. See ya later, okay?” Y/N said, stepping into the garage where she sees the photographer looking over the photos on his camera.

“Y/N! You’re here, tell me what you think, and be brutally honest. Do you think they came out to blurry?” The photographer, Daniel, asked. Y/N started looking them over.

“They look great, honestly, it matches Ferrari’s instagram feed, you did a good job. Can you upload them to the computer?” Y/N asked and Daniel said that he could. He left Y/N alone on the garage and that’s when one of the mechanics, Ruggero, approached her.

“Sei bellissima, a more mío.” Ruggero told her. Y/N rolled her eyes,

“Grazie, Rugge, what do you want?” Y/N asked.

“You are very hostile towards me, you know? I might be able to forgive you if you go out with me.” Ruggero said.

“Not gonna happen, Rugge, aren’t you tired of getting rejected?” Y/N asked.

“I bounce back. Come on, amore, why won’t you let me take you out? You think you’re too good for me?” Ruggero asked.

“What are you talking about? Oh my god, I don’t think I’m too good for you, where the hell did you get that from?” Y/N asked, so confused at the turn this conversation took.

“Well that’s the only thing I could think of, you come from the states, you clearly think you’re better than Europeans.” Ruggero said and Y/N had enough of this nonsense.

“I have a boyfriend! Que pesado eres, me cae.” Y/N said.

“Really, who’s the boyfriend?” Ruggero asked. Y/N saw Charles walking into the garage.

“Muñeco, there you are!” Y/N said loudly, walking up to Charles and kissed him. Charles widened his eyes in shock but kissed her back and they both pulled away, Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his chest and Charles rubbed her back.

“Congratulations, does Fred know?” Ruggero asked.

“It’s private right now, we’re just seeing how this goes.” Y/N replied and as soon as Ruggero left, Y/N pulled away from Charles. “I am so sorry! Ruggero wouldn’t leave me alone so I had to tell him I had a boyfriend and honestly whoever walked through that door was going to be the victim of my lie but I am glad it’s you and not Carlos, mainly because Ruggero knows Rebecca is dating him.” Y/N explained quickly but Charles was still distracted, thinking about the kiss Y/N gave him.

“I’m sorry, what?” Charles asked.

“Can you be my boyfriend?” Y/N asked.

“I Don’t think we could pull this off, Y/N. We work together.” Charles said.

“We would only have to pretend we’re dating around Ruggero, no one else has to know, I promise.” Y/N said.

“Okay fine.” Charles said, him and Y/N were walking back to the main area (I don’t know how this works) and Carlos was standing next to Fred and Ruggero with a smile.

“Congratulations, cabrón,” Carlos told charles, hugging him. “You two are adorable.” Charles turned to look at Y/N with a look that said ‘no one will know, yeah right’

“I didn’t know you two were dating.” Fred commented.

“It’s still new.” Charles replied, putting his arm around Y/N.

“As long as it doesn’t interfere with the social media posts, it should be fine.” Fred said before walking away. Ruggero smiled before going back to the garage.

“Now I know why you always called her ‘mon ange’, que coqueto saliste, eh charles.” Carlos said, leaving Y/N and Charles alone, Y/N pulled away to face Charles.

“Well so much for that plan, I really am sorry, Charles.” Y/N said.

“You know what? It’s alright, it’s okay, pretending around here should be easy enough, this can’t get worse, right?” Charles asked.

“I Don’t think it can. How about I buy you lunch for getting you into this situation? I swear I did not mean for this to happen.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, sure let’s get lunch, where do you want to go?” Charles asked.

“Well since this lunch is my treat, you choose where we should go.” Y/N said. Charles and Y/N walked to the parking lot together and Y/N was walking towards her car when Charles grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards his car. “Seriously?”

“Well what kind of boyfriend would I be if we went to lunch in different cars?” Charles asked.

“Yeah, makes sense, Ruggero is watching through the window too, let’s go.” Y/N said. Charles opened the passenger door and Y/N got in, he close the door behind her, ever there gentleman, and he got into the driver seat. He turned on the car, and gave Y/N his phone so she can choose the music.

They arrived at the restaurant and like always, there were fans recording Charles and Y/N in the car, leaving the car, eating at the restaurant, talking, laughing, within the hour, Charles and Y/N were trending on Instagram, Twitter (X), and TikTok. As they waited for the check, Y/N was scrolling on TikTok when she found a video of her and Charles in the car.

“Charles, i think our ‘relationship’ went public.” Y/N said, showing him her phone. Charles’s eyes widened.

“Cant say I’m not surprised, I just thought videos wouldn’t be posted until later, you know?” Charles said and Y/N put her phone away.

“We haven’t even been ‘dating’ two hours and now everyone knows. You have no idea how sorry I am, I feel so bad for dragging you into this.” Y/N said.

“None of this wouldn’t have happened if Ruggero understood the word ‘no’ so you are fine, I’m glad I was able to help. But what was that thing you called me? ‘Muñeco’? Why did you call me that?” Charles asked.

“So ‘muñeco’ means ‘doll’, you have a pretty face, everyone says you’re good looking, you know you’re good looking. So muñeco just suits you, okay, especially with those dimples.” Y/N said, Charles smirked a little.

“You think I have a pretty face?” Charles asked teasingly.

“Great, I boosted your ego, like your head wasn’t big enough already. You literally said in one of those C2 challenges when Carlos had your photo that if you were a woman, you would be in love with yourself.” Y/N said. The waiter came in with the check and Y/N was going to take it but Charles was faster. “Dude, I told you I was gonna pay.”

“It would look good if you paid, there are cameras everywhere apparently.” Charles said, placing his credit card with the check. The waiter took the check.

“Then I’ll Apple Pay you. You gonna train today?” Y/N asked.

“Yes actually, come with me? You could post it to my story.” Charles asked. The waiter came back with Charles’s card.

“Yeah, I can do that. But we gotta go to Scuderia Ferrari for my car.” Y/N said, getting up from the table, Charles getting up as well.

“I think it can stay there overnight.” Charles said.

“You want me to spend the entire day with you? You’re insane.” Y/N commented as they were leaving the restaurant.

“Maybe, but it is to keep up appearances.” Charles said.

“I guess, but how long do we say we’ve been dating?” Y/N asked, getting into Charles’s car, he does the same.

“4 months seems good, don’t you think?” Charles asked.

“I guess that’s plausible.” Y/N said, Charles starts the car and drives off.

“Do you miss New York?” Charles asked.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked.

“You travel a lot with us and you moved to Monaco for work, but do you ever miss New York? Your family? I know I miss my family when I’m away for races.” Charles said.

“I miss the food in New York, I can’t get decent tacos al pastor in Monaco, I gotta wait til the Mexican Grand Prix for them.” Y/N stated. “But yeah, I do miss New York.”

“You should ask for vacation time so you could go.” Charles said.

“I Don’t think they’ll give it to me, but thanks.” Y/N said.

For a week, Y/N and Charles have been spotted together everywhere, at races obviously, with Joris, Andrea, Doni, and Victoria, even with Charles’s family. Right now Y/N was with Charles at a club in Monaco. Y/N was at a table with Charles was at the bar getting drinks. Y/N noticed a girl flirting with Charles, touching his hand, before he pulled away with two drinks for him and Y/N.

“Charles, can we talk for a second?” Y/N asked.

“Sure, what’s on your mind, mon ange?” Charles asked, the nickname still causing butterflies in Y/N’s stomach.

“If you wanted to hook up with that girl, you can. I don’t want to have you tied down for a fake relationship.” Y/N said.

“I wasn’t interested in her at all, you know.” Charles commented.

“Really? What happens when the next girl that hits on you is more your type? I don’t want to hold you back, we are friends after all.” Y/N said.

“I have a confession to make.” Charles said, Y/N nodded her head for Charles to continue. “I’ve liked you for a while. Before you kissed me, it was a little crush, I thought it would have went away, but being with you this past week made my crush grow stronger. You don’t have to feel the same way, I just wanted to get this off my chest.” Y/N was shocked. Charles usually went for Instagram models, but he actually likes her, this was her dream come true.

“I’ve liked you for a while too, I just never thought you would see me that way.” Y/N said.

“I’m going to kiss you right now, okay?” Charles whispered, getting closer to Y/N, looking at her lips then back into her eyes, Y/N nodded, leaning in until their lips touched. It was a soft, gentle kiss, until Charles gained more confidence to do more. They pulled away. “Will you be my girlfriend? For real, this time?” Charles asked.

“Yes I will.” Y/N responded, they kissed again.

The End

Was this good? I think it was good, the pacing is weird, but I had no idea where this was going, just saying. Was it just as good as “prince of Ferrari”? Probably not, but I hope y’all liked it, should I keep writing Charles Leclerc fanfics?

#hispanic reader #latina #hispanic #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula one #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic

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waddlewaddlewaddlewaddle · 2 months

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Summary: Life leads you to treacherous roads after deciding to enter the dangerous life you knew well not to follow.Having gojo by your side inviting you deeper and deeper into all that’s wrong in the world, inciting you to be selfish and carefree wasn’t supposed to be to your liking, so why do you shiver with adrenaline every time he decides to be the devil on your shoulder?

Contents: Mafia boss gojo x secretary reader.(civilian au ig)

-Secret crush Gojo!

-Yandere Gojo

Gojo being an egocentric bitch! Wealthy gojo! X no nonsense reader.

Warnings: trigger warning if you’re not interested in anything mafia related. The narration of this story is inspired by Latin and Asian mafia. Violence and use of blood!

Wc:1.8k

🏷:@busyreader17 @starlight5cat @xavlyzn

(Idk If I was supposed to tag y’all in the new chapter, sorry if it bothers you but I’m kinda new to this whole fanfic tumblr thing 🙈🫶🏻)

Chapter 4

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As the busy Shanghai nightlife contrasted your gloominess with its vibrant lights and loud people, you allowed your anger to fuel your fast-paced steps to lead you to your destination.

What destination exactly?

Well…

You didn’t know just yet.

Before you could notice you got lost in the beautiful chaos that is this city, a city where you know no one and all you have on yourself is your cellphone. As you stood still thinking about what your next move should be, then you suddenly smiled at yourself as you remembered you somehow managed to lose that long-legged freak about two blocks ago.

That peace is shortly interrupted as you feel a cold finger touch your shoulder from the Back.

-“I Know I have made a mistake and I’ll accept any punishment that doesn’t include you leaving my side. That one is the most unbearable of them all.”-He muttered as he looked down unable to face your distraught expression.-“Plus did you really think you’d lose me after springing some blocks?”- He said as he returned his gaze to yours.-“ I always come back you know. And for you specifically, I’ll even crawl back if it’s necessary.”

To you it sounded like a joke but you would be surprised if you knew what he was capable of doing for your love.

All you could do was give him a disgusted look as you responded.

-“You make me sick, what’s your fucking problem?! You dare to almost put me and jail and then you show up high and mighty begging for forgiveness?? Why should I forgive you? All you’ve caused me are problems and to your discontent, I’m finally done with all of this.”

He showed a displeased expression as he noticed you didn’t care for his sincere apology, but he wasn’t gonna let this slide so he pulled you into an abandoned alleyway with the hopes that you could talk better.

-“Let go of me! I’m not going anywhere with you.”-you blurted out as you smacked his hand away.

-“Please just hear me out, if you're not content with my apology I’ll let you go.”- He lied through his teeth as he showed you his puppy eyes.He was putting his life on the line with this acting gig , he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you decided to abandon him.

You glare at him in a distrusting matter, but as you recall he’s never been dishonest right up to this moment. So you lower your claws and follow him to where he wants to go.

-“If I’m being honest with you I’m not used to treating normal people like you, I’m used to treating thugs who wouldn’t give a damn if they lost everything in a second. So I could say that I did what I did thinking you wouldn’t care for much for it, now l know it’s not an excuse and I’ll have you know that I take full responsibility for my actions and that I-“

Gojo was interrupted during his speech by a rustle at the entrance of the alleyway.

The next thing you know a beer bottle is being thrown next to your head, you can’t help but scream out and duck to the floor trying to process what just happened, your boss turns as he feels for something under his coat, scanning the area for danger.

As the steps, Drew closer a group of 3 tough -looking guys stomped in, each of them playing with a different weapon in their rough scarred hand. As they targeted the two of you with their eyes the tallest who seemed to be the leader ultimately spoke.

-“Finally I catch you two alone, sorry to break up your lover's quarrel but me and that albino bastard have some business to tend to. So I’ll let a fine lady like yourself leave, but you.”- He spat out as he pointed a flick knife directly at gojo.-“But since this cheating mother fucker doesn’t know how to respect my boss’s territory. I guess I’ll have to teach this preppy son of a bitch some respect.”

You looked up at Gojo for some sort of response but all he did was stare at the offender as if he knew something the other party didn’t. As if this confrontation was an opportunity instead of an inconvenience. An opportunity to let go of all of his pent-up frustration, an opportunity to let all his raw, nasty feelings out after caging them up for a gentleman-like facade for your pretty self.

-“3 against one. Your boss’s a bitch for sending you all to do this.”-Gojo said as he looked around for something, as soon as he found what he was looking for his eyes sparkled. He crouched down and cuffed up his charcoal grey suit up to his elbows revealing a tattoed forearm twisted with black and white thorns.

As the tall figure in front of you grasped a long metal tube; he flexed his veins in the dim night light. In your time meeting him you never thought that he had all that ink under those tailored designed suits.

-“Awww how cute gonna defend your girlfriend? If you feel the odds against you; we’ll let her join, we won’t be too hard on her.”-The offender slurred as he looked at your trembling frame, hugging your knees as if you could hide like a ball.

Cold sweat adorned your forehead as you pondered the chances of getting out of this one alive, you couldn’t yell out for help or call trusty Geto without the gangster knowing. All you could do was pray that Gojo could land a hard punch and that your quivering knees wouldn’t give up on you if you managed to run away.

Next, their leader clenched his sticknife firmly in his hand as he launched forward at Gojo, but to your surprise, your boss swung back the metal stick as if it was a baseball bat that then struck the poor man’s head; his head bounced at impact, the force of the hit forcing his body to slum against the brick wall.

-“Gojo!”-You yelled out in horror with the hopes that all this nightmare and suffering would end in a second.

-“Sorry baby, please turn away. Who hits first; hits hardest.”-Grumbled the icy-eyed man as he looked back at you for a split second he wore the biggest smile on his blood-splattered face.

As soon as they saw their leader down the two henchmen tried to attack Gojo but before they could get close enough your knight in rusted armor whacked the pole against oh the guy's stomach causing him to hit the ground in excruciating pain as he grasped his stomach, next thing you know the other guy has his knees shattered as is now sobbing as he clutches his legs, rolling in pain.

You didn’t want this, this isn’t what you had planned, all you wanted to do was explore the city, but before you could continue to lament yourself as you lay there in shock looking at the agonizing figures before you. The noise of the metal stick hitting the ground interrupts you. Slowly your boss starts to get closer and soon you smell the blood reek on his tux.

Before he could say anything you lunged to hug his built torso as you cried into his chest smearing mascara all over the expensive cloth, he felt his heart flutter at the feeling of having you all on him in a disheveled matter. And as soon as he hugged you back, all the chaos was worth it for him. He would beat up as many guys as necessary just so he could sense your small frame quiver under his touch as you looked for solace in him.

And if you were being honest, you hated to admit it but you felt protected and cared as he combed your hair with his slender fingers. Your cheeks blushes as he planted a chaste kiss on the crown of your head.

Sniffing his cologne mixed with sweat and blood wasn’t all that bad if he continued to Pat you back with one hand as he swaddled your face with the other. Maybe you were taking advantage of the situation but your heart felt full and warm as he coddled you in his arms.

But as if god heard you and punished you for your thoughts he promptly stepped away to look into your teary eyes and say.

-“C'mon princess, we gotta leave this place.”

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It is currently 12 am and you are back at the villa, as you try to comprehend all that just happened, Gojo swipes a warm wet cloth across your face attempting to remove your ruined makeup. The bed sunk under his weight as he carefully tugged your eyelashes under the damp towel to get you as clean as possible as he sat beside you in clean fresh sweat.

Geto stands beside him as the guilt eats him up for not protecting you as he should have.

All he did was run to your rescue as soon as his best friend gave him your location. But in the end, all he felt like was a useless piece of shit, as he stared at your puffy eyes his cell phone rang in his pocket, he then promptly exits the room putting the bowl on the nightstand so he could take the call and not bother you any further.

As your boss notices you start to yawn, he quickly stands up to cover you with a fluffy blanket that is laid at your bed rest.

-“I feel pathetic, You're the one that saved mebut here you are tending to me.”-You mumbled as you looked up at him with doe eyes.

He just grinned and patted your head.

-“I was the one who put you in that mess, so in the end I hope you find forgiveness in your heart for an idiot like me.”- He responded as he scratched his undercut.

You managed to let out a chuckle.

-“You saved my life, I guess we can call it even then.”- Even though it cost you to say that in the end he deserved it. You knew what kind of business you were getting into , and even though he lied to you, he defended you like nobody would. But you still had it crystal clear that is he slipped up again , you would be a goner

His heart melted as those compassionate words left your mouth, he knew he wasn’t worthy of forgiveness. But as you indulged his sins he couldn’t help but love you more than yesterday. He knew he was in debt to you, and it just so happened that he was a man who liked to pay his dues, so he promised to himself that he wouldn’t let anyone including himself hurt you. Even if it meant following you around the world like a shadow, he was willing to make that “sacrifice”.

-“Well after hearing you say that; I guess I can sleep in peace tonight. Goodnight sweet thing.”-He voiced as he rubbed your cheek with his callous thumb.

As he turned to head to the door, your small hand pinched the back of his shirt to his attention. He swiftly turns around and he raises an eyebrow in a playful matter as he waits for you to voice out your need that stopped him from heading to his bedroom.

-“Can you stay here with me tonight? I don’t want to be alone.”

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A/n: omg that was crazy , I tried to write this chapter as realistically as possible since I haven’t been in a gang fight yet but if I am I’ll confirm or deny the readers pov. I hope you guys enjoyed it and if you have any comments or request please let me know it really motivates me to hear back from you guys. Till next week kisses!! 💋🥰♥️ I’ll finish editing the font tomorrow it’s 3am as I’m writing this I’m so sleepy zzzz

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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how would carla feel about the sex tape leak?

I told y’all, Carla knows her baby ain’t that bright. That he’s been cutting up since he was a kid and wasn’t gone stop for nothing or no one.

She’s not new to his nonsense and wild scandals. Like the infamous video of him beating a fan’s ass who threw a drink on him or getting arrested for assaulting a pap who decided to get too close but this? This is crazy, even for her son! Mama is out shopping or at brunch with some of the other housewives when she hears people talking about it out of earshot. “Oh my gosh, did you see the tape? Oh they were getting it.” “I know! (social media name) is lucky as hell. I can’t believe she’s fucking EJ the Don. I wonder who leaked it.” And it takes everything in Carla not to lose her shit (and miss thing used to have a temper on her; in case you’re wondering where he gets it from!) while these girls are chatting away, her friends are staring at her like they’re witnessing a ticking time bomb. Now, it’s not the first time she’s had to save face and defend her child in front of others but finding out he’s not only the headlines for fornicating like an untamed beast but he’s now drug you into it?! She’s about to lose her mind. “Did I really just hear that? Please tell me I didn’t just hear that?” He’s sitting in the studio, just talking like everything’s cool with Connie or Onya like usual. Working on some new projects in hopes of taking his mind off of it when he sees that phone ringing and baby, he is too scared to answer. “Nah, go ‘head and answer.” “Yeah, you see your mama calling you, don’t be rude.” Because he already knows..he knows he’s about to get his little skinny ass handed to him on a platter! “Man, fuck y’all. I’m not answering. She’s gonna yell at me, I already know it.” And that’s exactly what happens.

“Eren! I swear to the almighty father, you’re going to put me in an early grave! What in the absolute hell do you think you’re doing? Filming something like that for the entire world to see?! Have you lost your goddamn mind?!” Meanwhile, the other two are snickering and holding in their laughs as she tears him a new one. “Mom, seriously?! You think I’m the one who put it out there? You’re calling me in the middle of work, this is embarrassing.” And that’s all it takes to set sis off because he has no room to talk about that. Not after what she just heard. “Embarrassment?! Oh honey, you wanna know what’s embarrassing? Having a table full of noisy girls and your own friends tell you that your son’s dingaling is all over the internet. How the hell is that for embarrassment?!” Shouting into the speaker and making him jump. But it’s not even the worse part because she’s really mad that you had her precious (y/n) involved. “And now, that poor sweet girl is mixed up in your bullshit. I can’t believe you, Eren. She’s innocent in this.” As if you weren’t the one throwing back on him, begging for it. But he’s not trying to correct her because he knows he’s got an ass whooping waiting the next time she sees him.

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the-laughing-lunatic · 12 days

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headcannons for spy, medic, scout, and sniper, with a transmasc S/O?

(Hell yea man, trans guy myself so this is right up my alley B) Thx for requesting! :D)

Spy, Medic, Scout and Sniper w/ a trans masc S/O!

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☆Spy☆

He took up drag both femme + masc in his younger years to help his disguises, so he’ll help you look more masculine

“Mon chéri, you really must stop using gauze to bind, it is not doing your chest or yourself any favors. If you don’t have a proper binder you can use pantyhose, you know.”

He’d take you to help you get a tailored suit and put on a tie if you were never taught as a child

When you get the horrors (dysphoria and or period ) he’ll stay with you to help you in his smoking room

“Darling, will you please stop grabbing my knife so you’ll respawn without your period? It’s not gonna work, you’ve tried it before.”

“Ugh, fine. …can I pretty please get a kiss then?”

“...You’re not getting the cyanide in my teeth either.”

“Come on!”

☆Medic☆

He’s pretty well versed in this kind of thing, as an ex-doctor who isn’t bound by the law at all he’s definitely performed gender-affirming surgeries in secret in the past (for the price of a few unnecessary organs or course)

He’d offer to do your top + bottom surgery for the boyfriend discount of not stealing any of your body parts

He’s completely fine if you don’t want that though

“It doesn’t matter what you have in your pants, schatz, what matters is that you have a man’s heart.”

“Aw, Ludwig—”

“And a man's kidney, lungs, ohoho! And an especially manly appendix.”

(it’s medic he’s gonna be a little silly)

The second you mention you’re on your period he immediately gets so much stuff for you, painkillers, a hot water bottle, blankets and snacks for you

Will pamper the hell out of you

If you’re getting hit with dysphoria he’ll reassure you

“I just- I just don’t feel like a man right now.”

“You? Not a man? Nonsense! If you weren’t a man, I wouldn’t be dating you, now would I?”

“I know, but-”

“But nothing, you are sehr männlich, and my mein Freund, those silly thoughts won’t change that.”

☆Scout☆

You’re gonna need to help him out a little bit

“So like– you’re a guy right? But you got a girl’s body or whatever, so is this gay or not?”

“It’s gay, Jeremy.”

“Okay, okay, just double-checkin’.”

If you’re on your period he tries to help in the main way he does with you: cuddles

He’d wrap his arms around your waist from behind and hold you and the hot water bottle pressed to your stomach close to him

Kisses your neck and just rambles about how handsome you are

“You’re a real hot guy, y’know that, prince? Jus’ makes you even stronger that you go through all this shit.”

“Shut up.”

“You picked the wrong guy to date if you wanted someone who could shut up, hotcakes. You’re stayin’ here and hearing about how handsome you are for a while.”

☆Sniper☆

Bro does not give a shit imma be real

“Mate, I couldn’t care less whether or not you’re a gal, a bloke, or a bloody alien. You’re sweet, and ya make me smile.”

Def relates to you with not fitting in with the other kids in childhood

If you’ve had top surgery y’all are chest scar bfs

When you get dysphoric he’ll get you two to do stuff to distract you

[quick, instantaneous, sudden] camping trips, hunting, hiking, or even trying to shoot at the blu base for funsies

Can’t be dysphoric when you’re running for your life, right?

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estrellami-1 · 4 months

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If I Should Stay

Okay so I was going to try to post this on Christmas but I had the worst WiFi possible. So that didn’t happen. So y’all get two today because Christmas :)

Part 1 | . . . | Part 43 | Part 44 | Part 45

Or maybe it all just almost goes to shit.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m scared.”

“I know, Ellie. I am too. But it’ll be okay.”

She takes a deep breath, grabs his hand and squeezes, and nods. “Okay.”

The one on the car lunges, maw wide and terrifying, and El yells as she thrusts her hand towards it, stopping it midair. She throws it to the side, bowling over the two to their right, and throws the one on their left over that direction too.

“Check behind us,” she asks Steve, before bringing a car down onto the pile of demodogs.

Steve whips his head around. “Well,” he says, voice imbued with fake cheer, “there’s no demodogs.”

El whips around to see what he had: two demogorgons. She huffs, moves until she’s in front of Steve, and reaches behind her before quickly bringing her hand forward, tossing a different car in their direction.

Steve scrambles for his bat, having foolishly placed it in the trunk, grabbing it just before a demodog climbs out from under the car El had thrown. Another one is struggling, its back half pretty badly crushed, but Steve is a little worried it will make its way out. “El? How’re you feeling?”

“Okay,” she responds. “But I want to finish this soon.”

“You and me both, Ellie.” He flips his bat. “I’ll take care of the one halfway under the car if you can get the one heading our way.”

“Yeah,” she answers, and he advances, walking around the free demodog.

The trapped one snaps and claws at his feet and legs, trying to pull him closer, so he swings his bat, connecting with a leg. It growls and pulls away, long enough for Steve to swing at its head. He keeps going until it doesn’t move anymore, then surveys the area.

The rest of the demodogs are dead, including the one that had gotten free. El had taken care of it, alright; there’s a car buried three feet in the ground where the demodog once was.

The demogorgons met a similar fate, crushed underneath a pickup truck, which was also buried about three feet in the ground.

He turns to look at El and freezes, dumbfounded, watching as she extends a hand towards the group of demodogs under the car.

The car shakes, groans, then buries itself in the ground with a pop.

“Uh,” Steve eloquently says. He tries again. “Ellie?”

She slowly turns to look at him. It’s more like she’s looking through him, her gaze almost making him uncomfortable as he continues. “You’re floating.”

She blinks, then seems to realize where she is. She slowly lowers herself, and Steve’s ready to catch her when she wobbles and ultimately collapses when her feet touch ground. “That was amazing,” he whispers into her hair. “I’m so proud of you, Ellie, you deserve all the waffles, holy shit. Okay, come on, I got you, let’s get in the car, lay you down.”

She can barely keep her eyes open, “All gone?”

His heart clenches. “Yeah, Ellie. They’re all gone, you did such a good job. You can rest now, ‘kay?”

“M’kay,” she murmurs, falling into the backseat and curling up. “Wake… at home.”

Steve just smiles, cards a hand over her hair. “Just go to sleep, Ellie. I’ve got you.”

She does, murmuring something nonsensical, and Steve’s heart clenches again as he gently shuts the door and makes his way around to the driver’s seat.

The ride home is uneventful, and when El doesn’t stir when he turns the car off, he carries her inside.

Robin, Allison, Eddie, and Wayne are waiting for them. “She’s fine,” he assures them quietly. “Just exhausted.”

Eddie steps forward. “Let me take her,” he whispers. “You’re still injured.”

Steve grimaces. “You’re really not gonna like hearing what we just did, then.”

Eddie raises a brow with a slight smile, grinning when Steve sighs out, “Fine. Put her in my room, please?”

Eddie nods. “Glad you’re safe,” he murmurs before leaving with her.

Allison and Robin rush him as soon as El’s out of the room. “You goddamn idiot,” Robin gripes, wiping tears from her cheeks. “I was worried.”

“We both were,” Allison says, giving him a look.

“I’m sorry,” Steve murmurs, hugging them both. “I’m fine, I promise. Things got a little more exciting than we’d hoped, but we’re both okay.”

“I’m glad you’re safe,” Allison murmurs, and Robin nods before they both crush him back into a hug.

When they pull back, Allison grins at him. “I’m saying this because I love you,” she starts, “but you need a shower.”

Robin giggles, and when Steve turns an affronted look on her, she raises her hands in surrender. “I didn’t say anything!”

“No, but you were thinking it,” he mutters, grinning at both of them before following the path Eddie had taken.

When he walks into his room, he’s surprised to see Eddie standing at the foot of his bed, looking at El.

“This is all crazy, right?” He asks. “I’m not being dramatic?”

Steve smiles at him. “You’re always dramatic,” he reminds Eddie, getting a glare in return, “but no. This is definitely crazy.”

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bad268 · 9 months

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Can I get something small and smutty-ish (if you do it, if not just suggestive or fluffy) for Grizzy, Pezzy, Droid, and Puffer falling for the reader and realizing it/confessing after too many drinks? Reader obviously feels the same. Separate or all together is good :)

Definitely not requesting this after reading your Droid fiction lol

If you don't wanna do all of them, just do Puffer pls and thanks

Drunk in Love (Frog Boys X Reader (Separate))

[Blank] in Love Pt 1

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Clearly (Short but I did write all four :))

Warnings: Alcohol

Pronouns: They/them

W.C. 732 (about 180 words each)

Summary: Everyone gets drunk and everyone confesses.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Puffer

The one night I let my friends convince me to go to the bar is the same night they all get plastered. I didn’t. I am the parent friend of the group, so I was the designated driver for the night. I had one drink as soon as we got here, but that was my limit.

I was sitting at a hightop, nursing a water as I watched the guys dancing. When Droid noticed I was watching them, he jokingly grinded on Puffer.

“Aye woah!” Puffer shouted. Even I could hear it clearly from my spot, causing me to choke on my water. He must have said something to Droid because he immediately walked, or stumbled, over to the table I was at. “I am drunk.”

“Oh really?” I asked sarcastically as he leaned onto my shoulder, so I wrapped my arms around him. “I couldn’t tell.”

“Can I be real, real quick?” He asked, hiding his face in my neck. I nodded, wanting to know what nonsense came from him. “I’m in love with you.”

“Yup, you are definitely drunk.”

Pezzy

“We’ve got Y/Username here and we’re gonna drink and do unban appeals,” Pezzy said after he started up the stream.

“We’re already two to three drinks deep, so this should be interesting,” I laughed.

“Alright, the first one just kept repeating, ‘your s/o’s hot. Can I get their number?’ This was August 9th, the day we did that IRL Mario Kart stream. Your computer was down,” Pezzy laughed but it did not sound like his normal laugh. Almost like he was forcing it. “ But uh, no you can’t get their number.”

“Also, I’m just his roommate,” I smiled at the camera, seeing Pezzy still

“Not yet,” Pezzy muttered after he downed the last of his beer.

“Take me on a bike ride when we’re sober, and we’ll see,” I said with an eye roll, thinking the confession was a joke.

“Tomorrow morning work for you?”

“Yeah,” I responded in shock at how quickly he answered. Then, I leaned closer to my microphone, whispering about Pezzy as if he wasn’t right next to me, “Guys, I’m gonna be a backpack.”

Droid

“On the road again,” Puffer sang as we played the truck simulator. “Just cruisin’ with my three gay lovers on the road again!”

“What the fuck?” Droid shouted in response as everyone else made similar oppositions. “I would not bottom for you, Puffer.”

“You say that like you’d be willing to bottom someone in this call, Droid,” I laughed as I took a drink of my beer, accidentally flipping my truck in the process.

“I’d bottom for you any day,” He replied as seriously as a drunk man could. “Name a time and a place. I’ll be there.”

“This just got super sexual super quick,” Pezzy laughed.

“Tomorrow night, my place,” I challenged.

“You’re on,” Droid accepted.

“I do not need to be listening to this,” Grizzy groaned. “And the fans. Did you forget y’all are streaming?!”

“Y’all joke about sucking dick live,” I pointed out. “Why can't I joke about topping Droid?”

“Oh, you were joking? I was dead serious,” Droid responded, pulling up my stream and seeing my blushing face.

“If you remember in the morning, text me.”

Grizzy

It was Grizzy’s 21st birthday, and we had just gotten back to his house after dinner. The guys decided that they wanted to stream Mario Party, and since it was only a four-person game, I decided to sit off-camera and drink with Grizzy.

“If you win I’ll give you something, birthday boy,” I laughed, downing my fourth drink of the night.

“Anything? Really?” Grizzy asked quickly, also finishing his drink. I nodded as I reached behind to get us each a new drink. He took a second to think about what he wanted before lighting up, “What about a kiss?”

“If you're serious, I’ll give you a kiss if you win,” I laughed at his answer as I also heard the boys in the call laughing at Grizzy’s rizz.

“Everyone throw, so I can win and I’ll give you 10 gifted!” He shouted into the microphone as Puffer started the lobby.

In all honestly, I didn’t think he would win, nor did I think he would remember this in the morning. It made me fill with butterflies at his confession. I just wish he was sober.

Next Part ->

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#bigpuffer x reader #pezzy x reader #elastic droid x reader #grizzy x reader #big puffer x reader #elasticdroid x reader #big puffer #bigpuffer #pezzy #elastic droid #elasticdroid #grizzy #bad268 #ship268 #thing268 #bad268 [blank] in love

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hatsunemitskislobotomy · 4 months

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“°• the good dye young •°”

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a little bit of domestic nanami for the soul ignore the title it’s just the hair dye brand im using (not sponsored), whipped this up based on true events… the events being me currently waiting for my hair as i dye it for the umpteenth time and delusions

y’all i love this man so much it’s not even funny

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“nanamin~ pleeease?” she whined invading his space

“lovely, i told you not to call me that.” he sighed lightly swatting her with his book

he just wanted to start his day off with finally opening one of the books from his massive collection, but of course his needy wife wanted his attention elsewhere. not that he could complain, he loved her with all his heart.

“you let yuji call you that.” she huffed holding his face in her hands as she perched on his lap

“you’re not yuji.” he deadpanned

“oh so you love yuji more than me— i see how it is.” she dramatically sighed as she splayed herself over him

“you’re such a child.”

“well yeah if my competition is one—“

“y/n—“

“im kidding im kidding!” she snickered pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw as he looked less than impressed

“you’re not funny.” he couldn’t stay annoyed with her, her bounciness and more or less lack of a filter made her very refreshing

“it was a little funny.” she pouted as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, humming his disagreement

“you’re gonna give me grey hairs love.” he sighed massaging the crease in his brows

“and you’ll still look very handsome.” she gave him a cheeky smile

he couldn’t help but break his stoic gaze with a soft smile and chuckle, she sighed at the smile that was often only reserved for her— and then she remembered.

“ah! i almost forgot what i was bothering you about!” she snapped back up, knocking his glasses from his face

“y/n..” he frowned

“sorry sorry!” she picked up the glasses before wiping off any smudges on the lenses with her shirt, “i didn’t want to forget what i was gonna ask you again.” she gave him a sheepish smile

“what did you need dear?” he sighed taking the glasses from her hands

“ah! yeah— can you part my hair?”

he blinked once, then again.

“you need me to part your hair?” he repeated as she nodded eagerly

“the underside yes! i can never get a proper part on my own,” she pouted a bit before pulling out a parting comb seemingly out from thin air

“so i need you to do it! pretty please?” she batted her eyelashes

“i don’t mind lovely…” he murmured, plucking the comb from her hands, gently running it through her hair

“but why?”

“oh, i want to dye it!”

he paused his combing, running his fingers through her long locks— he knew she was a bit on the impulsive side but dying her hair out of nowhere?

“y/n… is there any particular reason?” his tone became very serious, he remembered hearing from the students if a woman dyes her hair out of the blue, she must be going through something

“i want something different and pretty.” she hummed looking at her current hair

“but you already are pretty.” he murmured, thoughts running through his head.

was she doing this out of a moment of insecurity? god forbid— did he make her feel inadequate with her natural hair color?

“you’re doing that thing again.”

he was snapped from his thoughts

“huh?”

“that thing where you like get stuck in your head— you furrow your brow and your eyes become all pensive.” she hummed massaging the crease in his brow gently

“when did you become all observant?” he cracked a small smile pressing a kiss to her chin

“excuse you! i’ve always been observant!” she huffed dramatically

“i just happen to talk a lot of nonsense.” she pouted

“true, but i wouldn’t have it any other way my lovely.” he mused peppering her face with kisses

“you’re so corny it’s sickening.” she chuckled

“you love it.”

“i do.”

it fell into a comfortable silence between the two.

“so, what has my darling husband thinking so hard on his day off?” she hummed

he sighed a little.

“did i do anything, to make you feel like you need to change your hair?” he asked her very seriously

she blinked, it wasn’t long before she burst into a fit of giggles.

“im being serious love, you said you wanted to feel pretty— did i do something to make you otherwise?” he gave her a pleading look as she continued to laugh

“oh you poor thing, kento dear— you didn’t do anything.” she continued to laugh, draping herself over him in a hug

“i just wanted a change that’s all! not even that much, im just doing a peekaboo color. im not going all in hence the hair part.” she chuckled softly

he visibly relaxed underneath her as she soothed his worries.

“you’re so sweet to worry, it’s never that serious with me you know that.” she pressed a kiss to the side of his head

and she was right, it usually never was that serious with her. she was a free spirited, unfiltered woman who loved to laugh and smile. many wondered how she was able to chip away at his stoic and cold demeanor when in reality she practically bulldozed her way in, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

she gave him a home and a place to be himself while he grounded her into reality reminding her that someone loved her flaws and all, that was their dynamic and why their love was able to thrive.

“actually— you want to know what would be fun?”

“hmm?”

“if we both dyed our hair! you have the perfect base!”

he immediately pulled away and gave her a look.

“absolutely not.”

“oh please? just the tips?” she started to giggle at her own words

“you are such a child.”

she opened her mouth but he immediately put his hand over it resulting in muffled protests.

“do not do the same joke again—“

she licked his palm and he retracted his hand giving her a look.

“oh come on nanami! think of the possibilities! we can dye it pink or something for like a gender reveal—“

he froze, his hands immediately tightening around her.

“gender reveal— love… are you..?”

her face dropped into a face of mortification at his insinuation.

“oh— god no! seriously? if i was you really think you’d be finding out like this? i can do so much better!” she was offended

his grip on her body didn’t relent as his hands started to trail her stomach.

“there’s nothing in there i promise!” she huffed

“but what if i put one in there?” he murmured, burying his head in her neck

she gave him an incredulous look.

“you better wait until after you help me dye my hair!”

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if you squint you can tell when the fumes start to get to my head lolz

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shrimpmandan · 11 months

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Also reminder to people (but ESPECIALLY kids) in fandom or online in general is like. You can just block people that make you uncomfortable and probably should. If you’re gonna come into my askbox and insinuate that I’m a pedophile then why on EARTH are you going out of your way to interact with me in that instance. Rule 0 of the internet should be to not try to contact people who think are predators. Even ignoring the fact that I’m just flatly not one it’s genuinely such a nonsensical behavior that shows a distinct lack of any kind of common sense or internet safety.

I got groomed. Don’t let yourself get groomed too. Y’all are fucking lucky that most of the people you’re directly contacting under the pretense of being “predatory” are just proshippers and kinksters, and not actual groomers and malicious persons who would gladly hear “I’m a minor” and take that as a sign that you’re 1) incredibly naive/gullible and 2) incredibly vulnerable.

#proship #pro ship #proshipping #pro shipping #anti anti #pro fic #profic #pro fiction #profiction #tw grooming #shipping discourse #fandom discourse #internet safety

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angry-trashcan · 9 months

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Snakes and Waterfalls

The cowboy AU has arrived.

Warnings: None

1.6K WC

(Read on AO3)

“Do ya think it’ll be a hard winter?”

“I don’t reckon it’ll be any worse than the last.”

“We can only hope for that.” The soft patter of horseshoes over the earth filled the silence between the two men.

“I do reckon your Ma is gonna be havin’ a fit over us gettin’ back so late.” The older man leaned over and nudged the other, getting a laugh out of him.

“Now, there ain’t much I’m scared of. But Ma’s spoon is one of ‘em.” Twilight answered, looking ahead to the house in the distance.

“Then let’s hurry before she feeds us both to the pigs.” Time kicked his spurs in, hurrying Epona onto the farmhouse.

The sun was low on the horizon, fireflies dancing in the tall grass near the barn when they arrived home. They dismounted and untacked the horses before assuring there was plenty of hay in the stables for them for the night. It was a fairly long distance back to the main house, but they put a pep in their step to get there before the sun was completely below the far-off horizon. Time opened the door, calling out that they were home as he kicked off his boots near the door.

“And y’all are late for dinner!” Malon called from the kitchen, “Ever’one else is already eatin’! Come and sit and I’ll get some plates.” She continued to mumble under her breath as Time and Twilight shared a look and hurried to the full table.

Time took his seat at the head of the table quickly, Twilight sat next to him. Malon set plates in front of them both, overflowing with hot food. As she began to turn away, Time grabbed her hand, pulling her down to him. “I’m sorry we’re late, darlin’. Deliveries ran longer than we planned.” He planted a quick kiss to her cheek before letting her stand again.

She huffed, “It’s always the same excuse with you boys. Deliveries ran late, business took too long.” She took her seat across from Twilight before looking down the table at the near quiet men. “I’m sorry y’all had to hear all that. It’s none of y’alls business and I shouldn’t have made it so. I’ll deal with my son and husband later. Eat up before it gets too cold, now.”

An awkward cough came from the other end of the table, “It’s no trouble, Mrs. Malon, really.” Hyrule smiled too her before continuing his food.

Wild nudged Twilight from next to him. “How’d Epona do today? It’s her first time goin’ out since she had that fall.”

Twilight shrugged, “She did aight. I didn’t wanna push her too hard. Another reason we were gone so long today.”

Wild nodded, shoveling more corn into his mouth. “What ‘bout you, old man?” Food fell out of his mouth as he spoke, “You think you can take me with ya next time you’re doin’ deliveries? I got business in town.”

Warriors scoffed from across the table, “What could you possibly have business in town doin’?”

“I do have a life outside of here, ya know?”

“I doubt that one, bud.” Wind pipped up from next to Warriors. The bickering kept up between the rowdy bunch until the plates were empty and bellies were full. Legend and Wild stood and collected the plates from the table and placed them in the wash bin.

“Thank you again for having us for dinner, Mrs. Malon. It’s a pleasure as always.” Hyrule thanked her as he pulled on his boots.

“Oh, nonsense. I can’t have y’all not eatin’ properly. Then nothin’ would get done ‘round here!” Malon clapped her hand on the young man's back, sending him stumbling slightly.

Legend laughed from behind him, “We’ll see you all at sun up.” He called as he closed the door behind him.

Malon’s smile fell as soon as the door closed, turning to face her husband and son still at the table.

“So, not only do you two show up late.”

“Mal-“

“I’m not finished.” She put her hand up. “But then ya make the ranch hands clean up dinner?” She looked between the two men. Twilight was looking down at the table and Time anywhere but her.

“I’ll take care of the dishes, Ma.” Twilight stood, his chair dragging across the wooden floor and making his way to the wash bin.

“And you?” Malon’s eyes drove daggers into Time’s face.

“I’ll give the boys half the day off tomorrow. I’ll deal with the rest of their chores.” Time spoke up.

“And their pay?” Her arms crossed, tapping her foot.

“We can still pay them for a whole day’s work. Ain’t their fault.”

“Damn straight it ain’t.” She nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer. “Now, don’t be late comin’ to bed too.” Though her voice still held an edge, he could have sworn he saw a smile on her lips as she turned towards the stairs.

He shook his head, laughing to himself before standing. “You did good today, pup. I’ll see you in the morn.” He put a hand on Twilight’s shoulder before making his way up the stairs himself.

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“Howdy, boys. Hope you all slept well.” Time clapped a hand around Wild onto his shoulder as he overlooked the stables.

“Glad to see you still breathin’ old man!” Warriors laughed from the other side of the stables, shoveling the floor clean.

Time laughed lightly, “I think if anyone could do me in, it’d be her.”

“Well, ain’t that the truth.” Wild laughed. “The smith is gonna be stoppin’ by sometime this morn to check horseshoes and get us some new ones.”

Time nodded, letting Wild go so he could take a bag of feed from a struggling Wind. “That’s good to hear. Some of them are startin’ to need a new set. Make sure y’all get your own horses checked. I’ll foot the bill.”

Hyrule and Sky shared a look. “You sure ‘bout that, Time? Covering everyone is gonna be expensive.” Sky spoke up.

“I wouldn’t of offered if I didn’t mean it, son. Your horses go through a lot of work here, probably more than you lot do.” A few chuckles rang out, “So it’s good to be sure they stay healthy.”

“Dad! The smith is comin’ down the drive!” Twilight shouted from the house.

“Well, speak of the devil.” Warriors says, burring his pitchfork into a bundle of hay.

“One more thing before we get started with that. The sooner we get done with the smith, the sooner you boys are done for the day. So, I’d get a move on if I were you.” As soon as the words were out of Time’s mouth Wind was taking off towards the smith.

“Good thing Four is a damn good blacksmith. Because I don’t plan on being out here until sundown.” Legend says as they all make their way towards the man.

“Didn’t know I needed a whole damn welcomin’ crew! But since I got one, y’all can help carry this all up for me.” Four dropped heavy bags to the ground from his horse. The sound of metal-on-metal rattling inside of them. He hopped down off of his mount next, taking his hat from his head and wiping his forehead. “It’s good to see ya, Time. You ain’t been ‘round the last few times I came by.” He shook the taller man’s hand before they began walking back to the stables.

Behind them, the group of men and boys struggled to pick up the bags of metal tools and horseshoes.

“How did he just throw ‘em around one-handed?!” Wild whisper yelled towards Wind.

“Hell, if I know! I cain’t even get one!” The boy whisper yelled back, trying to put his back into lifting a bag.

They eventually got the bags to the stables, where Four was looking over the horses. “Yeah, it looks like these four all need a new set, the rest could just use a few new ones if any.”

Time nodded, “Do whatcha need to, smithy. The boys will help you however ya need.”

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It was true, Four was fast. He got through with the horses in just a few hours. The sun was just reaching the middle of the sky as he carried his bags back to his horse. Malon came out of the house with a small bag of food for him, extending it to him.

“Before ya even try to argue, I knew you wouldn’t stay and eat. But you got no excuse to not take this with ya for later.” She shoved it into his hands before he could get a word out. “Now take care of yourself, Four. You know you’re always welcome here.” She gave him a soft smile before turning back towards the house.

Time shook his head watching the event before he approached Four himself. Four put his food into one of his bags, throwing it over the back of the saddle before turning towards Time. Time extended a bag of rupees towards him, which Four took, stashing it into his chest pocket. He mounted his horse quickly.

“Things are lookin’ up for ya, smithy. Don’t let the past wear ya down.” Time spoke, looking up at the shorter man.

Four’s eyes widened ever so slightly before he adjusted his hat on his head, meeting Time’s eyes. “I plan on goin’ with y’all this winter.”

Time sighed, “I had a feelin’ you’d say that.”

“I have to fix things. We all do.”

“Those kinda thoughts are what get kinder and wiser cowpoke killed.”

Four hissed under his breath, “Inaction is gonna get us all killed, Time.”

Time shook his head. “Seekin’ vengeance is what’s gonna get us killed.”

“It’s all the same to me. I’ll see ya next time, old man.” Four dug his spurs in, getting his horse moving down the long drive toward the road.

(NEXT)

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sinnaminttoast · 4 months

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We got a balance update and I’m here to give you my nonsensical commentary/thoughts on it

Oh boy am I ready/nervous for what awaits me in this video.

Will I have a nervous breakdown about the possibilities of what this video will contain? Maybe, but you’ll never know.

Anyways…onto my thoughts

Oh??? So smartass is gonna be caught up on what’s going on. Alright…I mean I think we only ever had Geordi’s reaction to magic so this’ll be interesting.

SMARTASS REMEMBERING THE CARDS THING 😭😭 oh they are…let me date smartass plzzz

LMAOOO OH THEY REALLY GAGGED HIM 🤭

Smartass just already knowing magic exists “like yeah…I know people with cool powers exist. So what?”

Yo if I was smartass and someone told me “this involves kidnapping and conspiracy..”

I’M…I’m not mentally equipped for this one Aar bear 😁✌️

Elliot and Smartass are both of my brain cells theorizing about what the fuck is going on.

Someone strong enough to sneak in and sneak out you say??? 🤨

I think I know of a STRONG stealth who can SNEAK around…👀

Not Asher catching strays for no reason. PAPERWORK IS UGLY OKAY?? I understand him.

“Or maybe he just got better at hiding it.” OKAY! Alright! That line right there….WOW OKAY! Let’s not even open that one because as someone who is anxious…😬 oh it’s rough. Let’s just say that line hit a little too close to home.

Okay me and Elliott can be anxiety buddies…

I know I can be unserious but let’s be serious for a sec.

It’s actually so amazing how Erik makes sure we remember how awful the tragedy of the inversion was. Yeah sure we had the inversion videos to guide us through it but even now Erik makes sure we know that it still affected people outside of those characters.

That it left the department in disarray and with people feeling completely lost about what had happened.

Was not expecting to hear a southern accent but I’m not mad.

I want to know how the department has been dealing with Closeknit …CAUSE NO SERIOUSLY! They literally just kidnapped someone 😭

Oh wow…I didn’t know you…okay mysterious agent tell us your violent fantasies of what you’d like to do with Close Knit.

EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED?! 😦

Oh wow!

Elliott is gonna be sick y’all.

“I can’t lose them Aaron.”

So does Erik want me to jump off the edge rn?? /J

“They were so scared… in the dream. I tried to tell them what they had to do to fight it. I tried to help…but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything. I’m supposed to be able to protect them. Dreams are the one thing I’m good at. The one thing I know better than anything else…and I couldn’t help them.”

Send the flood. I’m being so serious.

ELLIE AND SUNSHINE I’LL GET YOU OUTTA THERE 🏃‍♀️💨

WELL THE MISSION HASN’T HAPPENED! According to the summit…Closeknit is still up and running so 🫠

THAT HE’S GONNA WHAT AARON??

I imagine that even though it is killing him to think about Sunshine…he needs them like the air he breathes.

(Yes I stole that from a Conan gray song and yes it hurt me to write that.)

“They were a good balance for one another.”

CAN YOOU LET ME BREATHE FOR ONE FUCKING SECOND??

I’ll go get Sunshine myself if no one else will!

And we end with a kiss and uncertainty

So that was the end of that video….

I usually end with a meme but how do I end this without furiously sobbing???

I really tried to be light hearted with this one BUT IT WAS A STRUGGLE TO NOT CRY!

When I catch you Closeknit…oh it’s gonna go down…ESPECIALLY YOU BLAKE😺

I’ll make him eat my foot 🦶 and I’m so serious

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted the balance #redacted elliott #redacted aaron #redacted smartass #redacted sunshine

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cloveroctobers · 1 year

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bloodwar — JOEL MILLER

A/N: Y’all voted and so shall you receive! Im nervous writing for such a loved character but here goes nothing! If you’re not familiar with my work…I always provide the angst. You’ve been warned.

GIF BELONGS TO: @pedrohub

WARNINGS: I’m always writing my characters with black or POC in mind yet you’re somewhat welcome to imagine whomever as the character/reader is not fully described, fem! Reader, language, lightly paraphrased sexual themes, trauma/lost, & hints of a toxic!relationship the deeper I went into writing this thing. I do believe Joel can find some healthy love romantically but there’s things within himself that needs to be worked through. I am no therapist, I’m simply a girl who likes to make people feel some things with writing so I’ll stfu! Again this is my first time ever writing for this man so I was trying to get into the mind of his character as I wrote so don’t slander me too much if you feel this isn’t right. Lastly this focuses more on uncertainties? That’s it!

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The bruises and Lambrusco weren’t enough for her to forget or to catch her off guard. She noticed him way off, through the fence and across what once would have been pretty pale blue water, turned murky and brown. Getting around that lake would take some time and that time was granted as she left the watch tower with her bow and arrow. The only reason she came down from the watch spot was to retrieve the mischievous lamb that loved to escape the barn.

“Got you, you little shit.” She scolded as the animal kept up the banter; while she scooped it up from underneath the belly.

Her senses then allowed her to hear footsteps before he spoke, “Do you?”

Tension filled her shoulders as she took a sharp inhale before she spun on her heels, revealing the lamb and her new weapon of choice.

“Joel Miller,” the name pushed through her lips, “can’t say it’s a pleasure to see you.”

The man scoffed, “that’s no way to treat the man of your dreams.”

A roll of her eyes was immediate, “you and I both know you weren’t serious.”

This much was true and if it were any other time and circumstance, the words probably would have stung as they left her mouth.

“Yeah, you’re right about that.” Joel muttered as he began to stare, which always irritated the woman.

“Can I help you with something or are you just gonna stand there being a creep with your beady owl-like eyes?”

Joel laughed to himself, almost liking that his presence was getting underneath her skin but also at the fact that she wanted to get right to the point.

“What? I can’t enjoy the view and the luxurious secluded home you’ve got for yourself here?” Joel attempted to tease but the woman didn’t appear to be in a joking mood.

Which the man didn’t bother to take offense to—even if he wanted to, he received the emotionless expression that remained on her oval face and assumed his own features showcased the same, although the little twinkle in inky eyes felt like he attempted to make the mood lighter.

It was her turn to trail her eyes over him and she could tell how much life passed him by. It had been years since she last saw Joel. Their history was shifty and rough from the beginning, since everyone was trying to get adjusted to the downfall of society—being thrown towards a new virus and death filled life it was safe to say, they got into some shit together to survive. They both were not as alone at the start since Joel had his brother Tommy, where they ventured from Austin to the east coast and on their way, they met a woman with no filter and her kind but no nonsense having father in Memphis. It was war from the very moment the Millers stepped onto the Lemelle’s riverboat but a truce between the families brought an unlikely path in their relationship. Eventually she, her father, Joel, and Tommy made it to Boston.

After the death of Kendy’s father, the realization that the QZ was not all it cracked up to be, she made the decision to leave first back in the year of 2010; in search of a place with no restrictions. Yet sharing that news with Joel that summer the sun burned down in almost a red hue and instead of just simply disappearing into the night without a word…was something she wished she would have done instead.

“Tommy or Maria sent you?” Her chin lifted in curiosity.

Joel exhaled, “I’m sure you know the answer to that already. I get the sense Maria and I are not gonna be the best of friends.”

“Whaaat? Don’t tell me you never wanted a sister?”

Joel just blinked at her, “fuck off, Kendy.”

“Hey you came to me,” her face held mock innocence, “what you see is what you damn get. Also mind you, I’m the one with the weapon.”

“Yet I’d probably get to that thing before you can even aim to shoot. Lamb chops sounds pretty darn good to me.” Joel warned but Kendy looked more offended than horrified.

The lamb seemed to tilt its head at Joel’s statement as well, floppy ears almost appearing alert.

Which was weird to witness…

“you sure about that grandpa?” Kendy cooed as she pulled her knee up to balance the weapon before adding, “what’s the matter, they’re not feeding you well out in Jackson?”

Joel scoffed and folded his arms as he peered out into the distance of Driggs, pretending to think about it. Of course the food was good, real good considering back in Boston the lbs for food were mostly scraps and back out into the destructive world with Ellie was way worse. Sure he stuffed his belly until it became bloated and uncomfortable but he didn’t want to get used to it, regardless of settling—staying—stationing? in Jackson.

There was no use in complaining about the way things are.

Joel was always about action.

“Why here?” Joel steered the conversation elsewhere, “You’re a great distance away from Wyoming.”

Kendy hummed, “forty-four minutes by car. Longer by foot, which is just fine by me.” Before carrying on, “Did you really expect me to be there too, waitin’ around?”

“I don’t fucking know,” Joel exasperated, “it’s a sense of community, belonging or whatever they’re trying to go for. Something that would have been good for you and—

Kendy almost stopped breathing, the gears turning in her head, thinking Joel was first hinting at some sort of relationship that wasn’t platonic with his brother, taking into consideration that the pair got along well, however the way he rubbed at his mouth in frustration told her his words were aiming at another topic.

“Ah, now I see why you felt obligated to be here. Trust me, I don’t need this.” Kendy hissed, turning back around to head to the barn.

Joel hesitated because part of him didn’t want to do this either…yet it’s been a long time coming. Thirteen years to be exact. He’s in a whole other state and he didn’t travel all this way, by himself (persuading Ellie to stay back with Tommy for at least a couple of days, was hard work and he expected the freckled face girl to find a way to keep close. However Joel didn’t miss how Ellie was starting to spend some time with a certain girl named, Dina.) to not get the answers he deserved.

“Trust?” Joel stomped after her, “I dunno how you want me to do that darlin’ when you’re the one who ran from me, knowing you were carrying a child. My child.”

She whipped back around, making Joel almost bump into her but she shoved him back with a fist pressed to his chest. Her eyes were heated as she met his stare, “it didn’t matter! I wasn’t your problem anymore, ‘good riddance,’ remember? You really think a child would have fixed what we were? We couldn’t get along if we weren’t on top of each other.”

“You still should have had the decency to tell me something. It’s not right how you did it. How I have to find this shit out from my baby brother but even still…he didn’t tell much. So you better start talking.” Joel glared, pointing a finger in Kendy’s face.

Kendy slapped his finger away, “I don’t know who you think you are, Joel Miller but you don’t get to show up here and make demands. This time, I won’t hesitate to put one right in your chest if you keep pushin’ me.”

“Will you put the damn lamb and arrow down, Robin Hood, so we can have a decent conversation?” Joel snorted, finding this image almost humorous, if his blood wasn’t simmering, “I can’t take you seriously.”

Kenny scoffed, “well you better! Seeing you again and talking to me crazy is making me want to go back to old Kendy.”

Joel deeply inhaled and pinched at the bridge of his straight but hooked nose. He was aware what that means, the whole shoot and ask questions later was what life was like at the start of the outbreak and it only increased once they crossed paths.

He still had a bald spot, that no form of nioxin would cure! thanks to the woman throwing an axe at the top of his head (it happened sometime in January of 2004, Joel remembered Tommy slipping on the ice on the boat floor, surprised the younger man didn’t catch that in their stealth—although it seemed he didn’t get much sleep before their arrival to the water. Which caused quite the commotion before the real physical events transpired) , temporarily trapping him against the door the minute he got close to where she was located on the boat. Joel recalled the burning sensation of his hair being ripped from his scalp as he yanked himself from the wall, axe still having a hold on his thick hair, as he struggled to pull the axe from the wooden door.

“And here I thought Jackson was all for redemption, guess Maria isn’t as convincing as she seems.” Joel mumbled.

Kendy gave him a blank stare for a moment before she replied, “not too much on Maria now. Yes she’s opinionated and we don’t always see eye to eye either but shes a great asset to that community and she makes your brother happy. So accept that or talk that shit out when you get back because I won’t continue to listen to anymore jabs you want to toss out while you’re here.”

Joel raised his brows, “you’re gonna let me stay?”

“It’s getting dark out and I’m guessing you left your car across the lake so…you can stay in the barn or the tower. Your choice.” Kendy decided while she entered the said barn.

Joel shook his head, “I’m not sleeping with the damn farm animals.”

“We’ve all slept in much worse places, don’t get uppity on me now, Miller.”

Joel crossed his arms, “You get a one star for hospitality, Ken’.”

“Which is exactly why I put my two weeks in after three days of working at this hotel during my college years so thanks, sugar.” Kendy clapped back, making Joel shake his head in disapproval but not surprised.

Joel watched as Kendy showed almost this nurturing demeanor with the lamb and sheep, silently wondering what she was like with their own child…that was still bizarre to process and Joel was unsure if he even processed this although he was standing face to face with the woman he created another being with! It had been days since he found out this piece of information and now he was trying to do something about it. When they were intimate with each other, Joel foolishly never thought of the possibility of Kendy becoming a mother. He never brought it up because he obviously had no intentions on being that ever again, or spoke much of their past lives once their bodies fell into each other’s hands. It was a after thought when she sat down on him, so warm and sturdy. He was cold, this he knew but falling in love was never in the cards for him, especially with the world crumbling with the little pieces it had left.

What he had left.

He’s seen Kendy and how she was tender to her father once he got sick, he knew Kendy still had soft parts inside of her despite the jagged scar that trailed from the corner of her left eye and down the apple of her cheek, the delicate was still there—just don’t tell her that.

Part of her found something to care for to keep going, even if it were deemed as little things or “nothing” at all in her eyes. Did that also include a child?

Which is why Joel battled with himself on seeking answers. He didn’t speak to Tommy for days after the curly haired man blurted out the secret Kendy withheld from the older Miller. Joel was the one who brought Kendy up, at the saloon one late night, after everything failed at the hospital with Ellie. It was hypocritical of him—sure—but this secret was way before Ellie had been a thought of being the cure.

Joel still wasn’t entirely sure what he was expecting to get out of Kendy. The idea of becoming a father again, scared him shitless but he wouldn’t show it. Kendy didn’t create this child all by herself and they had to be grown now, however fatherhood was never a easy task and life after the outbreak was just as stressful; throw a fourteen year old into the mix and it was constant worry from there. He initially wanted to warn Tommy about this and actually deemed him a, “dummy,” for bringing a kid into this fucked up time, until tommy let the news slip from his lips when it really wasn’t his place.

Drops of rain were cool against the Idahoan spring before they started to pelt. Joel shielded the top of his head, standing at the entrance of the shelter as Kendy made her way through the barn, locking and boarding it up just in case she got any other visitors tonight.

“Come on,” Kendy waved the man to follow her to the back entrance of the craftsmanship home, just as the wind began to pick up.

Yanking the blinds down over the glass door, she made sure to lock it and set her bow down by the rest of the archery kit. Joel took the invitation as he scanned the home, straight ahead held an ajar door, he then walked through the small entry way on his left, noticing a set of stairs to the right and headed into the next area which held the kitchen and living room with two other window-framed doors that lead outside, suddenly peaking around for any other source of life.

“Where’s—

“Joel,” Kendy clipped, “take off your damp shoes, you’re tracking mud. Do you want some wine or coffee first before we tackle this, since you’re so adamant to talk?”

Joel peeled off his jacket and bag, before using the couch arm to kick off his shoes with his feet. He then held them up silently asking where he should put them and Kendy pointed at the front entrance door.

He then replied, “Coffee.”

“Black, no sugar and no cream.” Kendy whispered to herself as she went to the kitchen, fighting with her intrusive thoughts to tell him to make it his damn self.

Joel silently watched her for a moment before he headed over to the wood stove which seemed to be going already. His eyes still searched the walls for any pictures or sculptures just like Tommy and Maria had in their own home but the walls were empty besides it’s horrible aqua color.

His attention was brought back to Kendy, walking by him, reaching for the handle on the stove, opening it to reveal the fire behind. She squatted down, mitten reaching for the tray to place the mug right on top, before shoving it back over the center of the fire. She counted sixty seconds before pulling back out, closing the stove and moving back to the side table to place the black coffee down.

“Give it a few minutes,” Kendy told the man who dipped his head as he moved back to the spot he claimed on the sofa.

Kendy soon made her way around, taking a seat on the opposite couch, bottle of Lambrusco and wrapped herself in some fur blanket that probably belonged to one of her many sheep.

Sorry animal lovers, desperate times call for desperate measures and you’re supposed to help the sheep shed their fur from time to time!

Taking a swing from the bottle, Kendy deeply inhaled after swallowing before her eyes set back on Joel, “okay. Ask away but don’t ask to respond. Listen, or else we won’t get far tonight.”

Joel rubbed at his pants legs, hearing Kendy and decided to not pick that response apart.

“…when did you know?”

“Not long after you and Tess.”

Which happened once after they both had too much to drink and Kendy wasn’t in the mood.

Believe me, Joel’s knows how shitty that was, he was the one who lived it.

“There was no Tess and I.” Joel uttered, not getting the chance to further explain that relationship but they were friends who spent time together as smugglers.

There was chemistry there regardless.

“So just like us, got it.” Kendy snapped her fingers, breezing over that as she ordered, “Next question.”

Joel scratched at his salt and pepper beard, “was the…baby also the reason why you wanted to leave? Did you think I’d ever find out?”

“A small part of it yes. We already know what the main reason was: Boston’s QZ was becoming dangerous and suffocating just staying there, I needed to get out whether you knew i was carrying or not.” Kendy answered, taking another sip from the bottle.

Joel could understand that but he figured it wasn’t any easier being out there on your own especially with a life growing inside of you, her elderly father was deceased and Tommy was debating on another trip out (with the damn fireflies and Joel wasn’t sure which pissed him off more!) ; although they shared hushed conversations about their exit…part of Joel still didn’t understand why she put herself through that on her own.

“Well how did that work out for you?”

Kendy let out a humorless laugh at the sarcasm that radiated off Joel, pulling one leg up onto the couch, “just dandy. I’m living the dream with my sheep and this eye-blinding house.”

Alone.

He breathed out a laugh through his nose, mind fuzzy, heart not feeling as steady as it should as he fidgeted with his hands. Before he got the next question out, he turned to grip the mug by the handle and brought it to his lips. The steam mists his nostrils as he took a sip of the coffee, the heat not bothering him in the slightest while the dark liquid slid straight to his stomach, igniting the impulse to see some action.

“Was Idaho the place you envisioned to raise the kid?”

Kendy closed her eyes briefly as she said, “No. I didn’t see myself as a mother because I didn’t have much of one in my life. It wasn’t really a goal of mine. I stayed in Pennsylvania for awhile, three months maybe? made a friend that was once in the medical field and thankfully she helped me through it all.”

“She helped you deliver and then what?” He pried.

Joel rested his elbows on his knees, eyes set on the woman not so far from him this time. He felt the shift in the room rising as he continued to ask whatever popped into his head. He noticed the woman rack her nails against the black bottle, plump bottom lip with a beauty mark on it moving to the right as she bit down on it out of habit.

This was something she commonly did, Joel remembered that.

“Joel…it’s been thirteen years.” Kendy averred, “I couldn’t do it.”

Joel tried to keep his breathing steady, “meaning what? You got rid of it? Let this friend take care of them…what Kendy?”

He was never a man with patience.

And Kendy had time to cope with this.

So instead she got to her feet, holding the neck of the bottle to place on the coffee table before she set her eyes back on Joel. He leg began to bounce as it seemed Kendy was almost playing a game with his mind right now. A frown of his brows appeared in between them while she began to unbutton her jeans, pulling them down some and yanking up her shirt to reveal a scar underneath her navel.

“It was a ectopic pregnancy. I needed surgery, I was bleeding out and Kristi did what she had to do. I almost died and I kinda wished I did, along with that baby. And finally away from all this shit.” Kendy vented.

Joel felt a smidge of bile rising in this throat but taking another swing of coffee pushed it back down. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel, or if there was a right way to feel.

“So…this was for nothing then.”

Kendy blinked, “what?”

“Coming out here, seeing you, and almost having wishful thinking when you killed the baby that you originally didn’t want and I wasn’t sure I even wanted.” Joel told, placing the mug back on the table.

Kendy couldn’t help the cackle that escaped her lips. She had to press her fingertips to her lips as she pointed her pointer finger up and down at the man.

“Nothing’s really changed with you and this is the exact reason why I should have put an arrow right through your chest where your heart is supposed to be,” Kendy seethed, “you’re a very broken person with no ounce of mercy. I saw it in your eyes the day I met you and I should have believed that then.”

“If that was true then you’d already be dead, back in Memphis, on that boat. So don’t stand there and try and tell me who you think I am.” Joel lowly stated.

Kendy huffed, pulling her jeans back up her wide hips and buttoning them before raising her hands, “why not when you’ve already shown me exactly that? You’ve never given a damn about me and certainly wouldn’t give a damn if the baby lived! Nobody compares to—

“Shut up! You don’t get to speak her name!” Joel was also on his feet now, absolutely aware what wanted to leave her lips.

The room was quiet for a mere second, besides the crackle of fire in the wood stove and the dash of rain outside.

Kendy tilted her head to the side, framed piece of hair sliding to cling to her eyelash, “Sarah.”

And that set Joel off, a forearm going to Kendy’s throat and his hand slapping against her mouth. He harshly breathed into Kendy’s face as he glared down at her. The rings of bags underneath her eyes showed just how tired he felt. He’s never spoken to Kendy about Sarah but it didn’t take her long to figure it out with his nightmares when they slept in the same space, going city to city.

Tommy only implied that he and Joel lost someone prior to their role of survival and Joel’s said her name a few times in his sleep.

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” Joel gritted, “you think I haven’t changed when it’s you who hasn’t. You’re a know it all without actually knowing anything. You run any chance you get, always thinking about what’s best solely for you and nobody else. What a lonely life, don’t you think?”

A fist went to the side of his neck first, catching the man off guard, followed by a knee going up into his abdomen, leaving Joel fighting to catch his breath. He let go of Kendy who circled around and crouched to get into Joel’s face.

“Why would I stay? Imagine me having a normal pregnancy in my forties and having a child with a screwed up man that can’t love? Or doesn’t even like me enough? I’d say I dodged a bullet here and I thank god.” She rested a hand on his shoulder, using her other to bring the cross around her neck to kiss with a wicked smile.

Once Joel got his breath back, with the quickness, he swooped his arm underneath Kendy’s, locking her in his hold as he yanked her side to his chest by the shoulder. Kendy winced as she tried to spin her body out of his hold and when he wouldn’t let go, she tried to ram her shoulder into him but with his grip, he merely stumbled.

“Get off me!” Kendy yelled, ready to jam her foot right into Joel’s.

He kept hold of her shoulder, knowing it wasn’t at its strongest, even after all these years, hearing it click from scar tissue as he freed one hand to grip the side of her head, bringing her ear to his lips.

“If I didn’t like you…I wouldn’t have followed you that night to make sure you made it to Connecticut’s state line back then, if I didn’t like you I wouldn’t have accidentally called Tess your name once while looking at her but not really seeing her, if I didn’t like you I wouldn’t picture you when I touch myself, if I didn’t like you I wouldn’t have numbed myself out of missing you since you left, I wouldn’t have asked Tommy about you, and I damn sure wouldn’t have thought about you and I with Ellie, the kid, and Sar—on the ride here. like I said, you don’t know.” He then shoved Kendy away from him.

Kendy felt a lump in her throat at Joel saying this. Sure these were his words and it sounded nice, although she didn’t know who this Ellie person was but that didn’t mean he never hurt her and with his back to her now, she tugged on his belt loops, getting him to face her again. She wasted no time, moving her hands to grip the collar of his long-sleeve shirt to bring his lips right to her’s.

Joel hesitated feeling Kendy’s lips against his after all this time. It wasn’t unfamiliar so he was only shook for a second before the desperation settled in. His hands rested on her cheek, then down to her backside, then back up to her cheek, the pad of his thumb touching where her jagged scar ended and the other on the back of her coarse hair.

He tasted the Lambrusco, she tasted his precariousness, his left ear rung as the tip of her tongue traces his bottom lip, and he lets out a groan as a form of a unsaid apology. Until Kendy nipped his bottom lip—hard to the point she drew blood and Joel had to pull back to test his theory.

“Did you just—

Kendy deeply inhaled and exhaled with her lips raw and puffed from the pressure, “I want you gone by the fucking morning, Joel.”

He wiped the blood with his thumb as he watched the woman move around him, snatching up the wine before she made her exit.

Snorting he shook his head at her retreating form and moved to take a seat back on the couch with a exhale. This is what it used to feel like with Kendy leaving his sight after whatever interaction they had but this time felt a little different. There was no way in hell he could say this was a new beginning. He stared up at the ceiling in thought, quite conscious how this all played out and that this was a trial and error—when wasn’t it with the two? However this battle was not something he wanted to entirely give up on just yet.

Not anymore.

He had the time to get it right and part of him wanted to with Kendy.

And if they couldn’t…it’ll be a fair one this time.

No it didn’t make any sense and no this probably wasn’t the healthiest of relationships but Joel was never perfect, the flaws: scars, the bruises that were black, blue and sore, and the blood were okay with him as long as he was doing it with Kendy, he never wanted perfect.

Perhaps fighting, getting it all out into the open field was the answer and you can ask anybody: when has Joel Miller ever been afraid of getting his hands dirty?

And so he sat in the quiet with Kendy upstairs in her bedroom lost in her own thoughts, her back against the door when a crooked grin appeared on his own lips.

Here’s to additionally another round with Kendy Lemelle!

But…Who’s counting?

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Continue along with my spring anthology series here.

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jjkeverlast · 9 months

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No cause I've been inactive for idk how long, but i missed you sm😭 and honestly I'm so stressed about some roommate situation i have going on rn idk how is it gonna get okay!

But anyways i just thought i gotta push it away and gocus on positive things in life and good people i have that I'm grateful for.

Also after this experience with roommate, i feel so damn happy about Jk having his Hyungs at that early period of age, i mean he says it that he had good people around growing up I'm so grateful for that🥺💜

Idk whem will get some peace of mind here but imma be okay.

I haven't been too active but your cute small updates make me soo at peace some times, thanksssssss😭

Ik I'm rambling but i needed to tell you this, you've grown on me 😭💜I feel so much better whem i talk to you even though we have a hugee barrier but it's so cool that you connect to people u Don't know, or just idk ily😭🥺

Also, Tannies keep me sane😭💜 i miss them sm 😭

How have you been doing? Did you do something new recently? And how's the job i hope it doesn't tiers u too much

Stay hydrated and healthy ✨️ keep on updating about cute little things like u always do💜

awww bub it’s okay to be inactive!! tumblr isn’t supposed to be your whole life. we have other things besides it! i’m sorry to hear you’re stressed regarding a roommate situation. ☹️ good thing is that situations come and go and this one will pass in not so long so you’ll get better soon! i’m glad you’re focusing on positive things rather than letting this tear you completely down. that’s really great to hear 💘💘💘

jungkookie growing up with his hyungs is definitely heartwarming cause they truly raised him to be his best self 💗💕💓💗💗💕💖💞 i’m grateful for it too!! right behind you on that.

you’re definitely going to be okay. here to give you a warm hug through the screen whenever you need one! 🫂🫂🫂

my updates make you at peace??? i— i’m gonna sob in the train jesus christ omg 😭😭😭 i had no idea me rambling about fucking nonsense would ever bring comfort of some kind to y’all. i’m so happy they do please, all i want is for everyone to be okay and feel safe on here.

omg baby i love youuuuu!! i feel connected to all of you as well. you guys are on my mind non stop!! i truly love you and thank you for wanting to be on here and follow me along the way. i love hearing from you, brings me such warmth and comfort so thank you 🥺🥺💞💗💖💘

i miss bts as well, so so much!!!! i still watch try not to laugh with bts videos whenever i’m feeling down 🥹

i’ve been a lot better!! my treatment went well so now i’m meeting a friend and afterwards i’ll finish the thursday drabble and upload 🤭🤭 my job is okay, not too stressful but i’m gonna be looking for new jobs! so that’s gonna be exciting!!

i’ll keep you guys updated with anything. no worries on thaaattt 🥹🥹

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xx-narcissa · 2 years

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Friend of a Friend II

warnings: horrible aunt, mental breakdowns

a/n: i’ll most likely make a part 3 if y’all are still interested in this series <3 let me know how you like this part

Tony Stark x mixed!daughter!reader, Peter Parker x mixed!reader

summary: Years after the death of your mother, you finally come face to face with the truth.

masterlist

part 1 part 3

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“Are you sure? Like really really sure?” Peter asked, not understanding what he was hearing. “You mean Tony…our boss…Iron Man? Is your dad?”

“I’m sure but I’m not really really sure. Talia’s defensiveness basically confirmed it for me.”

“Well whatever happens, you can stay here as long as you need to. May won’t mind, she’s basically already unofficially adopted you. Just not in a weird adopted cousins dating each other kind of way. Well would that be weird because technically-”

You cut his sentence off with a kiss, “I really appreciate it, but shut up. I don’t want to hear about your adoptcest theories. But what about Talia? She’s gonna probably start freaking out soon.” After a second you burst out into angry laughter. “Who am I kidding? She’s probably ecstatic that I’m finally gone!”

The laughter soon turned into sobbing. “It’s okay. Let it all out.” Peter consoled as he pulled you in closer to him. “Trust me, as shitty as she is, I know she’s worried sick. She still loves you even if she’s really bad at showing it. How could anyone not love you?”

“Do you?”

You and Peter hadn’t gotten to that point yet despite being together for a little under a year. As soon as the question came out of your mouth you regretted it and expected him to hesitate or change the subject, but he said his answer more confidently than he’d ever spoken before.

“Of course I do. I always have and I always will love you. So I’m going to help you with this and stand by whatever decision you make. If you want to tell him I’ll support you and if you want to beat the crap out of Talia for what she said then I’ll support you with that too. But I won’t help because it’d be an unfair fight. I mean, I’m Spider-man…soooo.”

As always, he never failed to make you laugh, even in the most horrible situations. “Shut up, you’re dumb.”

It was quiet for a minute, you two just enjoying each other’s company. Until Peter ruined the comfortable silence. “I don’t think May’s gonna let us sleep on the same bed, so I call top bunk.”

-=-

Despite the situation, you still had to go back to work if you wanted to keep the internship. Although it’d be awkward considering you ran out yesterday. But you’d simply avoid questions and avoid Tony. Which will be a little more than difficult considering he’s your whole boss.

“There you are, kid. What happened yesterday? Your little boyfriend here was worrying me to death about you.”

Of course. It hasn’t even been five minutes and Tony has already spotted you. Good thing Peter was still with you but he’d be no help. Not only was he nervous around Tony anyways, but he always became a blushing mess when anyone referred to him as your boyfriend.

You came up with a quick excuse hoping Tony would get off your case. “I’m on my period. It’s just I get these horrible excruciatingly painful cramps that come out of nowhere and so I had to run home to get medicine. So…yeah.”

“Why didn’t you say something? If you want, I can keep you some medicine in my office so you won’t have to go all the way home next time.”

The one time a man isn’t grossed out with periods is the one time you actually wanted him to be. Damn it. “No, no, it’s fine. The cramps are usually just on the first day so I’m fine now!”

But that didn’t stop him from bothering you about it all day. And the worst part was it felt like more than just a boss caring for their employee, it felt like a dad caring for his daughter.

That’s obviously nonsense, though. Because you haven’t told him about your suspicions. And sure he’s a millionaire or billionaire or whatever but he’s not a mind reader. Maybe it was dad intuition, if that’s a thing.

He even hugged you! What boss hugs their employees? Well, maybe nice bosses. But still. There has to be another motivation behind his kind actions. From what you know, Tony, like all other middle aged rich white guys, is an asshole to everyone. Especially employees. Why are you different?

Unless…no. That’s just gross.

-=-

For the past week you had been staying with Peter and May. And Talia hasn’t even called or texted you not once. You’re starting to get worried but you know it’s all part of her mind games. She’s trying to get you to worry enough that you go home to check on her where she’ll be waiting to ground you for eternity.

So you stayed put. The only time you left the apartment was for work, afraid that somehow Talia would find you and make you go back home if you left the apartment. That was the main reason you never gave her Peters address, so that you’d always have a Talia-free space to be in.

Yet they always warn and say that life is ‘unfair’. That people who deserve the best still have to suffer the worst at some point. Even the good people living their oblivious lives need to get hit with the truth sometimes.

Today you were getting your dose of truth.

You were at work, following Tony around and writing down things he had to get done so that he’d have a list. Then you were going to go sort files just for fun. His phone started ringing, which wasn’t unusual. Him being Tony Stark and Iron Man and all those other important titles.

But then he turned to you and motioned for you to follow him, which you did. Maybe it was so important he was going to take you to a top secret room where you’d finally be able to see all the Avenger stuff that Peter gets to see.

Alas, he was only taking you downstairs to security. Where your insane aunt was cussing at and threatening the officers. “You better bring me to her right now! That sick man has kidnapped my niece and none of you give a fuck! You’re all disgusting pieces of shit and it’s a damn shame that you’re supposed to be protecting people. If you value your life and your job you’d tell me where the hell she is!”

Tony went over to her to try and stop the commotion so she wouldn’t disturb people trying to work. You of course followed since it was your fault she was here anyways.

“You!” Her tone was so angry and her eyes were so shifty that you couldn’t tell which one of you she was directing said anger and shiftiness towards. “First you try to take away my Isabella, then you try to take away my (Y/N)?! You’re sick. She’s been missing for a week probably because you have some sick and twisted fantasy of trying to get Isabella back. Well you can’t. Come on, (Y/N), we’re leaving and you’re grounded for at least a year.”

Talia tried to grab you and take you with her but Tony didn’t let her, instead stepping between the two of you and shielding you. “I don’t think so. You come in here and interrupt my day, which I should add is a very busy one, to yell at me like it’s my fault she’s been missing. She’s obviously safe, probably safer where she is now than she was with you. I remember you Talia, you were just as bitter back then.

You hated me for loving Isabella because you loved her too but were too much of a coward to say anything. It’s not my fault I was there for her whenever you were off with some fling to take your mind off of her. And let me guess, you still didn’t get the girl because otherwise this would be your daughter, not your niece, that you’d treat with dignity and respect like a mother should. Please, you’re pathetic.”

From the look on Talia’s face you could tell she was ready to pounce and tackle him to the floor, then beat him bloody until the entire security department would have to come down to rip her off of him. But for once, she used her words.

“Anthony Stark, I’ll have you know that I’m not a coward. After your dumbass knocked her up I told her I’d runaway with her and help her put the baby up for adoption so we could finally live the life we always wanted. But apparently the life she always wanted consisted of a child and a husband, not just a wife who would’ve done anything for her. Yet I stayed and took care of the little devil. And this is how I get repaid? For her to runaway to her no good, deadbeat father? You can keep her for all I care, I’m done.”

She began walking away, and Tony chased after her. Meanwhile, you were frozen in place. Your brain and your feet were not in agreement. Your brain wanted to beat the shit out of Talia while your feet still needed time to process it all before going anywhere.

Tony and Talia got into another small screaming match, until Talia finally left. Not before slapping him across the face though.

After a minute had gone by since she stormed out, the gravity of her words finally hit you and sent you to your knees. Tony, who had been standing still and also trying to process this, immediately ran to your aid.

You flinched as soon as he touched you and ran out the same door that Talia did. Only you went the opposite way, heading for May’s apartment instead.

As soon as you were outside the door and about to knock, you felt as though you had exhausted her enough for the past week, and decided against bothering her anymore.

-=-

“What do you mean she’s not here? I already checked Talia’s house and she’s not there. And I know she didn’t go back to work because Tony would’ve called me!”

“I’m sorry, Peter. The last time I saw her was when you two left for work this morning.” May said quietly.

Peter began pacing back and forth and talking to himself. He had no idea what he was going to do. At this point you had been gone for an hour and could just about anywhere in New York.

He had to come up with a plan. There were a bunch of places you could be hiding, and knowing you, you’d pick the most complicated.

“She’s not with you, is she? I don’t even think she has your address but she could find a way if she wanted to.” He asked Ned over the phone while roaming the streets searching for any sign of you.

“No, I haven’t seen her. I’d come help you look if I wasn’t being basically forced to do the dishes right now. I’m probably not supposed to be on the phone right now.”

Before Peter could respond, he heard a door being thrown open and yelling coming from the phone, then Ned quickly hanging up. So he was going to be no help.

Peter was quickly exhausting his options. It’s not like he could think of any special place you two had that you could access without him bringing you up there. All those places were too high up.

The only place on the ground that Peter could think of…would be that overgrown playground in the park. He remembers when you first encountered it you were obsessed with watching the bugs and small animals interacting with it as if it had returned itself to nature.

As suspected, there you were, watching a lizard running up and down the moss and weed covered slide.

“I named it Georgie. I love Georgie.”

You said quietly when he sat down next to you. Peter wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in close to his chest, allowing you to hear his steady heart rate. He had calmed down now that he knew you were safe and alive.

He heard you sniffle a little and assumed you’d been crying this whole time, which was true. “She called Tony my deadbeat dad and said she was done with me. Now what? I can’t stay with you and May forever. You guys would get tired of me eventually. So am I just supposed to accept the fact he’s my dad? I’ve only known him for a few weeks and even then I’ve only known him as my boss. What if he wants nothing to do with me either?”

“For one, that’s not true. We could never get tired of you. Sure you kick in your sleep and you always eat all my apples but you’re like family to us. Family is bound to get on each other’s nerves sometimes.” Peter explained before continuing, “And I promise you, Mr. Stark wouldn’t just throw you out like that. I think he’ll take you in and let you stay with him. If not you’re always welcome with us. I promise.”

-=-

The next day you returned to work to speak with Tony. You had planned on avoiding this conversation for as long as possible but the truth got out and now it’s time to face it.

When you got to his office you contemplated just turning around and going back to May’s apartment to sleep your problems away. Just as you were about to put your plan into motion, someone came out of his office and greeted you, alerting Tony that you were there.

“(Y/N), let’s talk.”

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