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not-a-space-alien · 5 months
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K&J x MMSS 4: Valen & Jim Part 4
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Warnings for this chapter: Burns, “it” as a dehumanizing pronoun, mentions of/fear of sexual assault, brief talk about eating disorders 
In this chapter: The joy of Jim's homecoming is soured by an incident with vampire hunters that suddenly reverses the roles between Jim and Valen.
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The movie-watching is oddly serene after years of constant fear and torment. Jim cozies up with Valen while they watch, finishing his apple. He's quiet at first, just like with Kane, but slowly starts to open up as it goes on and he remains safe.
Valen reciprocates the cozying up, wrapping the both of them in a blanket on the couch. Valen has never been happier to have his own little haven, with its soft lights and quiet lack of anyone to bother him. He's delighted to hear Jim start talking more and more, acting like a person and not a neurotic prey animal.
When the time to leave gets nearer, Valen asks if Jim wants to stop at the store again for more food, knowing humans need to eat so frequently.
"Nah, I think I'm good," Jim declines with a nervous laugh. He is pretty famished, having only had one meal in three days, but he can wait. Last time was harrowing enough. Next time he eats, it’ll be in his own kitchen at home. "Maybe I could call my sister to meet us, especially since it's during the day and it'll be safe for her? Then I won't have to trek."
"Of course, that's a splendid idea. Tell her to meet us somewhere, and you'll have a nice smooth journey back. I'd love to meet her, as well."
Jim calls, letting Liz know they're leaving and she can meet them near the signs loudly proclaiming the dangers of crossing the border.
“Tell him I said thank you for saving my brother,” Liz says on the other end. There’s no need– Valen’s hearing is good enough to hear it from where he sits.
"I'm just happy I was able to help do a good deed,” Valen responds. “Hopefully the karma will come back around to me." Valen has always struggled with feeling like a monster, so that feeling being alleviated is enough of a reward on its own, to know he wasn’t universally hated among innocent humans.
They won’t be out for so long, but Valen gives Jim a water bottle anyway, just in case, before wrapping himself up thoroughly for going outside.
The streets and sidewalks are once again empty, cleared in the face of the impending sunrise. Valen hands Jim the car keys in the rising light. "Here, you should drive. In fact, if you wanted to keep this wretched contraption, that would be fine with me. I hardly ever use it, and it's more trouble than it's worth."
Jim grins. "Seriously? Oh man. You are the best. Free car, that rules. Liz probably started using mine when she learned to drive, so that's perfect, now we'll both have one." His smile wavers at the thought that he missed Liz learning how to drive. "Well, buckle up, beaks."
He drives out to the border with little issue, the streets deserted. What had caused him so much grief, years of wanting, nearly dying in his desperate attempt to make it home… it’s like nothing, now. Jim almost feels like he’ll wake up any second, the whole thing a too-pleasant dream.
Liz is there–Liz, in the flesh, so much more grown-up than when he last saw her–with three other people. They all wear vampire hunter’s gear: including Liz, to Jim's surprise. The blue-haired hunter by her side looks the calmest of them all, while the two men look a bit on-edge.
Liz runs forward, and Jim gets out of the car to embrace her.
"Oh my god, Jim!" she cries.
Valen watches Jim hug his sister with a smile on his face. None of the humans can see it, of course, because he's wrapped up head to toe, they can barely see his eyes. He squints against the light to see who all is here. There are four humans, which is more than he expected. It makes him a little nervous, especially since they all appear to be vampire hunters. But Jim's sister seems kind, so he doesn't worry overmuch.
He opens the passenger's side door and gets out of the car, leaning on it to watch Jim and Liz crying with each other. He glances nervously at the sign demarcating human territory from vampire territory, knowing full well if he crosses it, he's put a target on his back.
"Hey, why's it getting out of the car?!" one of the hunters snaps, hand itching toward his weapons.
Jim interrupts his tearful reunion, pulling away from Liz. "Don't fucking call him that! And obviously he has to get out of the car, what's he gonna do, get home from the passenger seat?"
He realizes too late: he's being defiant, again. Kane would beat him to a pulp for this. This is why he’s supposed to be silent, so he doesn’t run his stupid mouth. He immediately shrinks back, eyes cast down, trembling. "Sorry. I'm sorry."
"Cool it, man."  The blue-haired hunter elbows their companion.
Valen gets nervous. "I intend to come no closer, sir. We can talk like civilized individuals, I assure you." He holds his hands up deferentially. 
The words go right over the head of the hunter, who can only focus on Valen’s hands moving and gets spooked. He is clearly a novice hunter, his hands shaky and unpracticed as he draws his pistol and shoots at Valen.
The shot just barely misses Valen, but it does graze his head. It rips his mask from his face, taking most of his hood with it as well, exposing him to a faceful of direct sunlight.
He erupts into an earth-shattering screech at the indescribable pain, sharp and animalistic. The windows of the car wobble with the sound, and the one closest to him shatters and spills glass shards everywhere. He would have never gone outside during the day if he'd known he was risking this. He's instantly blinded by the white-hot light, like two searing branding irons stabbed directly through his eye sockets straight into his brain, and he curls his arms above his head and drops down, fumbling for the shadow of the car to save himself.
"Fuck!" Jim dives for Valen, shielding him with his body. He grabs Valen's mask off the ground and clumsily shoves it back on his face, then strips his own shirt and throws that on top for good measure, ensuring that Valen is fully covered.
"What's wrong with you?!" Liz screams. "He saved Jim! You were just supposed to come ‘cause it's the border!"
"I'm sorry! Shit!"
"Get him out of here," the blue-haired hunter says.
"Got it," the other man agrees. Valen can make out a car driving off.
"Valen? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Jim sounds like he's crying. "I'm sorry, I never meant for you to get hurt."
"Jim," Valen weeps, groping forward. He opens his eyes, but the topmost layer of skin on them has been burned, and they're crusty and sightless. "Jim, am–is he–what's going on?"
Jim holds him. "He's gone. He knocked your mask off, he's an idiot. You're safe now. No one here's gonna hurt you. I'm sorry. You're–you're gonna heal, right?"
"I–Yes, I should–I've never felt..." It still fucking hurts, so so bad, even though the sun is gone. He will heal, right? He's never gotten a sunburn before, and he knows they theoretically heal, but damn is the lingering pain overwhelming, far more than any other injury he's sustained. "Jim, please don't leave me here, I can't see, please don't leave me alone out here."
"I'd never. Don't worry, I've got you. I've got you. You wanna come back to my place to heal up? Let's get you back in the car, huh? We'll get some burn cream on you, and you can rest up back home." Jim helps him back into the passenger seat. "Liz, we've got burn cream, right?"
"Yeah, I, I think so. Yeah." Liz is shaken. "You can follow us? That wasn't supposed to happen. I told them Valen was on our side."
"I'll follow you," Jim agrees. He pats Valen on the shoulder. "We're gonna take care of you. Like you took care of me."
"Thank you," Valen sobs. He's utterly shaken by how thoroughly and quickly the sun was able to completely destroy his confidence. He feels like a kid again, lost and scared and helpless. He'd do anything to avoid feeling the sun again. "I wasn't trying to attack, I swear." He's still shaking a little as he settles into the passenger's seat, and he folds himself down, below the window.
Jim will help me. I helped him, he'll help me back. His sister is a hunter, but she's nice, the other hunter is nice, they know I'm not trying to attack. And I can use persuasion on them if I need to. Oh god, he definitely couldn't use persuasion over a group of three humans at once, though, and his superior speed and strength would be useless if he couldn't see to know how to direct them. This must have been how Jim felt, at the mercy of someone he just had to trust would help him, unsure of if he should make a run for it and take his chances. The idea of going deeper into human territory, further into the domain of the vampire hunters, like this was terrifying.
"We know, buddy." Jim says, starting the car up again and following Liz's- well, his car. "Fuck, this is a mess. You're gonna be okay. Kane and that asshole we ran into last night got into it once a few years back, and Kane was all better by the next night. Um, I dunno if you might take a little longer, 'cause you looked pretty bad there. But I'm sure it'll still be fast."
Valen starts to calm down a little at Jim's reassuring words, just like Jim did at Valen's. He cautiously unscrunches himself, sitting upright in the seat. "Yes. Yes, thank you. Um, are–we're going into–into human territory, are you quite sure your neighbors won't–won't take notice and, and call more hunters?" He is far more afraid of vampire hunters than he'd thought he'd be–they'd always been a distant bogeyman for him, and one of them had just ruined his week with a single pull of a trigger.
"No one can tell you're a vampire when you're all covered up like that. And if anyone tries to fuck with you, they'll have to go through me. And Liz, and probably her friend. Plus, it... it seems like Liz is a hunter." Jim is not a fan of this information, but he's glad it at least makes things a little safer for Valen. "So she'd be the one who's called anyway. I won't let anyone get at you. Promise."
Valen sobs when Jim says Liz is a hunter, not finding it as comforting as Jim does. "Yes. Thank you. Thank you, Jim. Are we going to your house?"
"Yep, that's where we're going. Home. Holy shit, I'm going home." It still doesn't feel real. "It's gonna be okay. And, look, you can feed on me when you get hungry, 'cause I know it'll take a bit for your face to heal right. I'm used to it. Happy to do it when it's for you. I'm sorry it sucks right now. But I won't let anything else happen to you, swear to god. I've got your back."
Oh no. Jim expects Valen to feed on him. Valen has never fed from a human before, he doesn't want to, he's terrified of opening that door. Feeding straight from a human is supposed to be one of the highest luxuries a vampire can have. What if he doesn't want to stop feeding that way? What if he gets addicted and can't go back to blood packs? He doesn't trust himself. He can't. He goes spiraling back into the times where he went days without feeding, crushed under the weight of his depression and guilt and self-loathing. He can't go back to that.
Valen swallows. Maybe they can just avoid that for now. Maybe Valen will get better before he needs to feed, and he can just go back home and sidestep the whole thing.
"Thank you, Jim." He feels safe around Jim in a way he hadn't before with other men. Is it because he's a human, and Valen could overpower him? Then why does he still have this warm feeling when he's helpless and dependent on him? "And I'm glad you get to go home. I'm very happy for you. It's still a wonderful day overall.”
"Thank you. You gave me my life back. I'm sorry it turned out shit for you. No good deed goes unpunished, I guess." Seeing Valen so hurt and scared, because he was trying to help him, no less, breaks Jim's heart.
They arrive at Liz's place after a little while, Jim chattering soothingly to Valen the entire time.
"Alright, we're here. I'll lead you inside." He holds Valen's hand, leading him into the house, where Liz and her hunting partner wait.
Liz tosses Jim a container of burn cream while Laken, quickly introducing themself, goes around closing all the blinds. Liz smiles, despite the situation. "We did have some. And hey... welcome home."
"Thanks. Here, come, sit." Jim leads Valen over to sit on the couch. "You can take that stuff off. You're in the clear."
Valen sits on the couch and gropes at his head to remove the coverings Jim had tossed over him. He also removes his outermost cloak and his gloves. Despite the relatively short contact time, Valen's whole face is red and blistering, and the thin, delicate skin on top of his ears has peeled away to reveal bleeding rawness. His eyes have a gray, opaque layer over them.
"I'm glad to meet the two of you and be in your home, despite the rough start," Valen says. "Thank you for having me. I'm glad to see Jim finally reach safety after his ordeal."
"Thank you for bringing him home. Thank you,” Liz says emphatically. "Sorry the new guy’s a fucking dumbass. I'm gonna kick his ass."
"You're very welcome. I couldn't just leave him there, knowing what fate was in store for him. And I suppose your colleague had good reason to be wary, knowing what my kind is capable of. Although, I obviously do wish he'd had more restraint." 
"Oh please, he didn't have shit." Liz says. "It's daytime, you were bringing Jim home, he was being an asshole."
"I'm gonna put burn cream on you, okay?" Jim says gently. "It okay if I touch? Kinda gonna have to."
Valen reaches out and finds Jim's hands. "Yes, you are welcome to touch me, Jim, I don't mind it at all. Thank you."
"Alright, just hold still." Jim starts slathering burn cream over Valen's face and dabbing it on his ears. He tries his best to be gentle, but touching the burns is bound to hurt at least a little, even if the cream is soothing.
Valen clenches his teeth and lets out an occasional hiss of pain, but when Jim is rubbing the cream on the less painful parts of his body, he leans into the touch, closing his eyes and savoring the feeling. He hadn't realized how touch-starved he'd become, despite it being only a few months since his separation from Priscus, although Priscus had also been his main source of touch before that. He was very much enjoying the touches that didn't have the subtle warning written under them, the hint that later the touching would lead to more things whether he wanted them or not, a reminder that things were expected of him. It felt nice.
When it seems like Jim is done, he pulls away. "Thank you very much. It's already starting to feel a bit better."
"There you go. You're doing awesome." Jim gives him a little side hug and yawns, still on a nocturnal schedule. "I'm gonna grab something to eat from the kitchen and then probably hit the sack. Are you getting tired, too? If you can get to sleep, you'll probably heal a lot while you're out."
Valen jumps at the opportunity. "Yes, please, that sounds wonderful." He secretly hopes that Jim will sleep in the same bed as him. He feels like it would be the first time he'd sleep in a bed with a man and not have to be on guard to fend off unwanted advances. Jim is so very sweet and considerate, and seems like he would take no for an answer if it came down to it, which makes Valen not want to say no. Maybe there will (in)conveniently only be one space where they can sleep, and Jim will apologetically offer to sleep elsewhere to let Valen have it, and Valen will be able to coyly offer to share it. That will give him what he wants: Being able to sleep in the same bed as Jim without looking too eager and inviting, to have plausible deniability about wanting it later if he changes his mind and wants away from Jim, and to make Jim feel just a little bit like he is imposing and therefore needs to be extra polite and considerate to make up for it.
He takes a minute to step back from the insane mental gymnastics he'd just done. Living with Priscus had really done a number on him. Maybe he should just sleep on the couch.
"Er, I've been using Mom and Dad's room for storage,” Liz says. “Your room's all set, though. I kinda didn't touch it. Kept hoping you'd come home. And I was right, you did, so there!" Liz proclaims defensively, like someone's going to argue with her about it. "Even cleaned it yesterday 'cause I knew you were coming home. But yeah, the other bed is covered in boxes. I can go clear it, but it'll take a bit."
"You can use my bed, Valen." Jim says. "Lemme lead you up there. Your eyes are still all funky." He takes Valen's hand.
Valen blushes. "Thank you."
He lets himself be led upstairs, into the bedroom, he presumes. "How large is your bed? Where will you sleep?"
"It's a full. I guess I'll help Liz clear off the other bed, or take the couch if that turns out to be too much of a hassle? Unless… you wanna double up." Jim can’t deny Valen’s subtle hint, asking about the bed’s size, and being with Valen makes him feel safe. Like if Kane showed up to take him away, he would be protected.
"Only if you want to," Valen says shyly. "I wouldn't mind. I don't snore." He sits down on the edge of the bed and starts fumbling to take his shoes off.
"Cool,” Jim says, with a huge smile Valen can’t see. He helps Valen take his shoes off. "Here, you can borrow some pajamas,” he adds, pressing the first ones he sees in the closet into Valen’s hands. “I'll come back up and join you after I've eaten something."
He quickly changes into some himself, since he's currently shirtless and the clothes Valen loaned him are too small anyway. "I'll be back up soon. Yell if you need anything."
"Thank you. Enjoy your meal." Valen takes the time to undress himself, stripping off his many, many layers, suddenly realizing how sweaty he is under it all. He figures a bathroom might be nearby, trailing his hand along the hallway wall and getting lucky when it’s the first doorway he blindly stumbles across. He takes the time to find the faucet and splash some water on himself, drying his skin on whatever towel is nearby. He doesn't dare to clean up more than that for fear of accidentally getting himself into an embarrassing situation he can't get himself out of without calling for help.
He strips off his binder next, slipping into the pajamas. He doesn't know what pattern is on them, but they feel soft and warm. He sighs contentedly, slipping into the bed and fumbling to pull the blanket up over himself. When he finally settles in, he feels very cozy and safe despite the burns, and closes his eyes, already starting to fall asleep.
Jim comes back up about twenty minutes later, trying not to disturb Valen as he slides into bed next to him. "Thank you," he murmurs, finally feeling safe for the first time in five long years.
Valen sleepily rolls over. "You're welcome. I'm glad I could make a difference for someone in this wretched world. Sleep well. Tomorrow you will wake up for the first time safe in your own home among people who care about you."
The words touch Jim to his core. That's one of the kindest things anyone's ever said to him. "I care about you, too," he says softly, snuggling up to Valen in the small bed.
Valen curls up against Jim. It's very comfortable, and he wants this kind of touch so badly, but something is bothering him, and he won't be at ease until he broaches the subject. Despite his earlier thoughts, he's starting to get concerned about waking up to Jim trying to have sex with him. Unlike when Priscus did it, Valen is strong enough to just throw Jim off, but the thought is the only thing ruining the otherwise perfect atmosphere. If he could just clear that, he'd have the nicest night he's had in decades, he's sure.
"Um," he says, voice cracking with nervousness despite his attempts to control it. "To, to be clear, I-I'm very comfortable right now, b-but I'm, I'm not interested in having sex tonight."
The nervousness in Valen's voice gives Jim pause. He recalls the way Valen cried when his husband called, the way he called him sir so miserably. "Hey. You're safe, okay? I'd never do anything like that. You're alright, Valen."
Valen perks up, immediately more at ease. "Thank you, Jim. I know it will be a wonderful night. Sleep soundly. You've no need to worry anymore, either. You're safe, too."
Jim smiles, feeling warm. "Wonderful day, you mean, but I know you're on mushroom time and you can't see shit. You sleep good, too."
Oh this is wonderful. Jim is a human, and Jim feels safe around him, and that must mean he’s not a bad person. Valen feels safe, at ease, and validated in a way he never has before. Jim feels safe and protected in a way he never has before.
They both fall asleep and have the best rest in years, for either of them.
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SFW Alphabet - Colonel Quaritch
Here's more! Someone stop me! I'm doing nsfw too AND I'm doing this for Z-dog as well because I love her sm and she needs love
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Some days, he's all over you whether there are people around or not. Other days, he barely touches you. It was confusing at first but then he explained that it has a lot to do with his work and he's not always in the mindset for cuddling. But he'll always cuddle/hold/touch you, if you ask.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Game night every weekend, if the plans work out. Hitting the gym together and him teaching you more about protein shakes. Late night movies and sometimes, he'll try to train/spar with you.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
As previously stated, it's hit or miss. The only time he's feeling overly cuddly/touchy is when he hasn't seen a battlefield in a while or... he just got back from a particularly awful mission.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
I personally believe, that Miles is so driven and angry towards Jake now because Jake essentially took Spider in as his own when Miles didn't even get a chance to be a father, not really. So, personally, I think he craves a domestic life quite a lot but wouldn't admit it, unless he found someone truly special. This man wants to be a father but not necessarily a husband. But he still cooks and cleans for his kid.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Depending on the situation, he'd probably be pretty cold and to the point. He wouldn't drag it on for days or weeks, once he's done, he's done. Now if he had to let you go for work or any reason but there's still love there? He's gonna sit you down and have a talk about, it'd be hard but that's how you know he really cares.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
After Spider was born, he had thought about retiring and putting a ring on the baby mama but ultimately decided not to, since he didn't know all that much about her. But now that he's Recom, he doesn't think about it much so I'd imagine it would take quite a bit to put a ring on this man.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He can be... but not often. He's pretty heavy-handed so even without meaning to, he's pretty rough by default. Mentally, physically, emotionally, all of it. But when he's with his special person, alone late at night, he's stroking your hair and humming softly while listening to you chat.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
He saves hugs for alone time and special occasions. Don't expect a hug when you see him through out the day. Unless he's coming back from an especially long mission, he's not hugging you. When others are around, he'll pull you close and wrap an arm around you sometimes but never hugs you. If you hug him without warning, he'll just chuckle and pat your head before pulling away entirely. When he does hug you, it's long, tight and warm.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Not fast, at all. I'm talking... yearsss. Prepare for a slow burn with this one. He might try and do something special or he'll just blurt it out if he can't hold it in anymore.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He's pretty confident in himself so he only gets jealous or upset when he sees that you're uncomfortable or the person is being obnoxious with their attempts. You're the only person he really trusts so he knows you wouldn't cheat or anything. But he'll still wrap a protective arm around you, maybe even kiss you while staring the intruder down. Depending on the conversation and the person's reaction, he might say some snappy words. And if the person isn't getting the message, he'll get annoyed and out right snarl at them.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
His kisses are a wide variety and can range from small pecks to full blown, tongue and teeth, makeouts. He likes the intimacy of kissing you on your neck or the subtlety of kissing your hands. He likes to show that you're his with neck kisses in front of the others. But also likes to show that he takes care of you with hand kisses. Now, his favorite spots to be kissed are his chest and thighs.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Not terrible but not great. I think he can be a bit of a softy and that definitely shines when kids are around. He's not experienced with children so he's still learning.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Since he has to be up at the butt-crack of down, you don't get to spend mornings with him all that often. But when you do get a chance, he's snoring away against your neck. Or he's waking you up for some fun ;) occasionally you'll shower together but with the size difference, it's tough.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Nights are usually quiet, he needs lots of down time after work before the next day. Although, sometimes he'll have you hang out with him and the other Recoms.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
He doesn't reveal anything about himself until he's 100% sure that you're the one. Remember when I said slow burn? I meant it. He won't start talking about himself in a deeper manner until he knows you love him and he can trust you.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
I don't think he's easily angered unless you've done something in the past that he's holding onto. Naturally, he's a more aggressive/blunt type but I don't see him as an over-all angry person. Unless you're Jake Sully.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He remembers a lot more than you might expect. He does pay attention even when it seems like he's not. He doesn't remember every little detail but he tries his best to make you feel special. If he does forget, he's apologetic. He might not... try to make it right in that moment but he'll keep it in mind for next time.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
During one of his missions, he came across a beautiful hillside with water cascading down into a small lake and he knew you'd love it. He took you there for a special dinner and he has your pleasantly surprised expression imprinted into his memory. It was the first dinner date you shared that was more than cafeteria food and prying eyes.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
I mean... a 9 foot tall, military trained alien with a whole army backing him. What more protection could you ask for! He'd drop everything in a heartbeat if you were in danger.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He doesn't put in that much effort but he is thoughtful from time to time, occasionally setting up a date or two. Most of the time, it's you setting up the dates. He's more prone to spontaneous activities, like quickly grabbing lunch or something day to day like that.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Digs in his ears and examines the wax or whatever else comes out. On a more emotional level, we know he can be manipulative and sometimes toxic but it's usually to get what he wants when he can't have it.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He used to be just proud of his human body, having put so much effort and time but now... as an avatar, a younger one at that, he's in love. He's even stronger, bigger, better abs and chiseled muscles. He doesnt care about his looks too much because he doesn't really need to. He thinks he wakes up perfect.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Quaritch completes himself, let's be real. If anyone is filling any hole in him, it's his son. Although he definitely has a weak spot for his special someone.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He's amazing at gambling, poker in particular.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
He doesn't want anyone who is too independent or too clingy. He likes a nice in between. Someone who doesn't need him around all the time but still shows they want him around.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Knocked out as soon as his head hits the pillow. He can also sleep anywhere, in any position.
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estsmutxx · 1 month
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You should totally do a spanking one shot 🤭 the thought of him spanking his girl cause she was being bad
This shit is kinda crazy i dunno what got into me😱
-long night-
Plot:Colson finds something out and punishes you
Warnings/tags:spanking,friends with benefits,small mention of hookups,choking/neck grabbing,degrading,overstimulating,dirty talk,anal,p in v, cockwarming,begging,unprotected sex,light praise
Colson: come over?
Y/n:cant.
Colson: the fuck you at? why is ur location off
Y/n: i'm just at the club with some friends.
Colson: yeah? how many guys have you fucked?
Y/n: calm down,i'll come over later when i'm done.
Colson: How many guys,y/n
Y/n: two.i'm not yours,i can do what i want.
Colson: i'll say it again,come over.
*Read*
You blinked your eyes,looking around the loud club for your friends. You found one of them,sitting at the bar. "Hey,I have to leave,okay? I'll see you later." You spoke to her. "Alright girl but it better not be because of Colson,You told me you were done with him." She replied. "I ammm,i'm just brunt out." You lied. You said your goodbyes then made your way to your car.
You drove to Colsons house,ignoring his missed call.When you pulled up to his house his door was already unlocked. You walked in to see him sitting on the couch. "You fucked two guys?" He asked,already knowing the answer. "I did,I was out with friends and I wanted to have fun. Don't act like you don't fuck other people." You replied.
"Oh I do. But they don't feel nearly as the same around me as you do." He said. "Yeah?" You asked. "Yeah." He replied. He got up,grabbing your waist and pushing you both against the wall in one quick movement. "They didn't fuck you as good as I do,did they?"  He asked,hand around your neck. His hand was wrapped so tight around your neck that you couldn't even answer him until he lower his hand.
"You fuck me better. I wish it was you." You teased. "Oh yeah? Why's that?" He asked,your face only a few inches away from him. "They were too vanilla,way too soft to me." You said. A small smirk grew on his face. "See,that's why I have a problem with you fucking other people. They don't know your body like I do." He said. "Bend over."
He let you move out of his grip and you did as he said,bending over in front of him. "Good." He said,smacking your ass once,hard. "That's for thinking you can fuck two guys and get away with it." He said. The sudden rush of pain and excitement caused you to whimper.
"I'm gonna prove to you why i'm better. Can I do that?" He asked. "Go ahead." You replied. He lifted your skirt up,smacking your ass again,this time even harder. "Dressing slutty for other men,J can't believe you.I just know you wished it was me bending you over the whole time." He said.
He pulled your underwear down,cupping your bare ass with his hands. He used his fingers to trace his handprints where he spanked you. Your breathing got unstable,Colson's touch made you feel like you were melting. You and him have hooked up before but it was never because of his pure jealousy.
"I'm gonna punish you for ever even wanting to lay hands on someone else." He spoke,his voice become harsher. He didn't even bother bringing you up to his room,he needed to prove his point now,right in his living room.
He pushed your back down so you arched for him. You could hear his belt unbuckle from behind you. He entered your ass,your body quickly getting closer to the wall. "Oh god." You moaned,his dick starting to slam into you. He didn't start slow,he never did when he was being rough with you. "Take it." He said, practically pounding into you. "Fuck." He groaned. "You always feel good." He praised you.
As his thrusts started to intensify,so did his smacks to your ass. “Colson,oh my god.” You moaned.The only sounds in the room were breathing,moaning,and the sound of skin to skin. The feeling of him inside your ass made your clit throb. As soon as you tried to touch yourself as he fucked you he moved your arm away. “I’ll take care of that.” He said,thrusting one more time. He pulled out and it immediately caused you to groan,you missed him inside you.
“Don’t worry baby.” He said into your neck. He turned you around and picked you up,bringing both of you to the kitchen. “Up.” He demanded, motioning to the counter. You did as he said,hopping up. He got so close to you that you could basically feel his heartbeat on your chest. He pushed one finger into you,feeling your wetness coat it. “Jesus,you’re so wet for me.” He said. “Mmph.” You moaned,desperate to feel more friction. You tried to ride his hand,but he wouldn’t let you. “Nope.” He said,pulling his finger out.
“Colson please I need it.” You begged. You could tell he was satisfied based off of the smirk growing on his face. “I know you do.” He responded. He pushed into you and as soon as he entered his dick immediately hit your clit. “Fuck!” You yelled,your mouth dropping open and your head falling back. “You like that,huh?” He asked,his breath getting heavier and heavier, “fuck,so tight for me.”
You couldn’t even respond before he shoved two fingers down your throat. You sucked on them slowly,his fingers muffling your moans. You felt your walls clenching around him and your moans got so loud,even with his fingers in your mouth. He pulled them out,letting you moan as much as you needed. “Good girl.” He praised. “Fuck i’m close.” He said. “Cum inside me.” You said. “Beg.” He responded.
You tried to do as he said,the pleasure making it difficult to get sentences out. “Please cum inside me I need to feel it. Please Colson no more-fuck..teasing.” You managed to get out. He listened to you,releasing inside of you with a couple of groans. You finished right after him,your cum mixing together inside of you.
“You sound so pretty when i’m inside you.” He told you,kissing you a few seconds after pulling out. You kissed back,your body tired from everything he did to you. “You should sleepover,you’re probably tired.” He said.
“Yes please.” You responded. He carried you up to his bed and you both laid down together.
“Can I?” He asked,looking into your eyes. “Can you what? No we’re not doing another round if that’s what you’re referring to.” You said with a laugh. “No but like. What if I just leave it there while we sleep?” He asked. “What,like cockwarming?” You asked. He nodded. “I didn’t know you were into that.” You said,laughing again. He shrugged, “I think it’s a great idea.” He responded. You nodded, “go ahead.” He entered you slowly,a low moan escaping your lips. “Goodnight.” He spoke into your neck. “Goodnight.” You replied.
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ashwhowrites · 1 year
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25, 36 smut with sub Jonathan? If you write for him of course
I love Jonathan and I'd love to ruin him
“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?”
“Touch yourself.”
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Jonathan had this new friend, Argyle. He was a good guy and very funny. But he has the tendency to steal her boyfriend, get him high, and never give him back.
Y/N will admit she's a needy girlfriend. She wants her boyfriend. She misses him. They've been through hell together, sticking side by side with Will. And now that things seem to be going good, Jonathan wanted to feel good. Getting high didn't seem like a big deal. His brain in the clouds, having no idea he's been ignoring his girlfriend for weeks.
And she wasn't having it. People could sense the tension between the couple, just not Jonathan or Argyle. And it wasn't Argyle's fault, but she wanted to blame him.
She was used to Jonathan always being by her side. Now he's barely home, getting high at a pizza shop and not bothering to return her calls.
But she had a plan
She was going to make him beg for the slightest bit of attention.
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She used her best make up, styled her hair to perfection, and put on her best dress.
She smiled as she walked into Jonathan's room. Not surprised to see Argyle already in there, smoking a blunt.
"wow baby....you look gorgeous" Jonathan gasped. Coughing away the smoke in his lungs.
"damn girl" Argyle whistled.
She sent him a smile and walked over to Jonathan's closet.
"what are you doing?" Jonathan asked. Eyes watching her body closely. Tugging on his jeans lightly.
"I need a jacket. Supposed to be cold" she answered blankly. Digging through his hangers until she found the one she wanted. Smiling as she yanked the blue flannel.
"where are you going?" He piped up
"Jackie invited me out with her and Jackson" smirking as she said the name.
"JACKSON?" Jonathan piped up fast
"who's that?" Argyle
"he's a friend" Y/N said quickly, slipping on the jacket as she raced out of the door.
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"a friend my ass. He's been after her for months." Jonathan scoffed, standing up from his bed. "You're driving me to her, now!"
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"you see her?" Jonathan whispered, eyes searching the crowd at the carnival
"no" Argyle answered, also searching for the girl.
"WAIT THERE!" he exclaimed.
Jonathan followed Argyle's pointed finger.
Instantly heated as he saw Jackson's arm over her shoulder, leading her through the crowd.
"what's our plan dude?" Argyle asked.
"get him the fuck away from my girlfriend" Jonathan growled. Walking fast to the couple.
"BABE!" he screamed, acting shocked as he threw Jackson's arm off of her and hugging her.
"J?" She asked, definitely not expecting him to be here.
"hey! How funny we ran into you....at the carnival...on the same night"
"yeah that is... especially since I asked Jonathan to take me a week ago and he said no" her eyes glared over him. Not hiding just how pissed she was.
Jonathan flinched at her tone. Biting his lip as he swallowed. He slightly remembers that but he was so high that he didn't even know what she asked.
"shit man...you fucked up" Argyle muttered as he rocked on his feet.
Y/N scoffed and walked off. Leaving between all three boys behind her.
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Jonathan lost her in seconds. Guilt eating him alive as he drove back home.
He sat silently on his bed, twiddling his thumbs as he waited for her to come back.
Once he heard the front door open, here her say a soft hello to his mom and then his bedroom door opened.
"um hi" Jonathan whispered.
She ignored him, throwing off his jacket and shoving it to the floor. Changing into his shirt and climbing into bed.
He watched as she rolled on her side, ignoring him completely.
"I'm sorry" he said softly, pressing a kiss into her shoulder.
She shrugged him off, covering herself even more with the blanket.
"okay I know I fucked up. Can we talk about it?"
She groaned and rolled over. He sat next to her and she looked up with heated eyes.
"Talk about it? We haven't had a conversation in months. All you do is get high and ditch me. All I wanted was a date at a fucking carnival and you couldn't even take me to that. Forget it J" she sighed, going to turn back over but Jonathan's hand stopped her.
"no come on. I'm sorry. I've been a shitty and absent boyfriend. Let me make it up to you yeah?" He whispered in her ear. Kissing down her neck. Kissing up to her lips and kissing them softly.
When she didn't pull away, he took it as a yes. Rolling himself on top of her, yanking off his shirt. His hand crept up her shirt, fingers tracing her skin softly. Slowly twisting her nipples. Listening to her moan
She leaned up to his lips, whispering close
“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” she chuckled
His face dropped instantly.
"huh?" He squeaked out. Moaning slightly as she reached into his boxers, pulling out his cock
He looked down as she held it between them, dropping it. But he was so hard it stayed straight up
“Touch yourself.”
His eyes snapped to hers
"wait what?"
"touch your cock for me J" she whispered. Kissing his lips softly
He whined as he nodded
"okay baby"
He put his hand under her mouth, groaning as she spit on his palm.
He spit as well. Mixing their spit together and he lubed his cock. Moaning instantly as he pumped himself slowly.
He felt almost shy under her gaze. Her eyes watching his every movement. Following with every pump he made to his cock. Watching as the precum leaked down his tip. His tip was red.
"always so big" she complimented. Jonathan was definitely a grower. With every pump he always got bigger and bigger. Always having her test her own limits when he'd fuck her.
"fuck" he moaned. Eyes watching her as she sucked on her fingers. He pumped himself faster.
"you wish it was me huh?" She teased. Tracing her fingertips over his head. Smirking as he whined
Nodding fast as he began to rock into his hand.
"yes. Please?" He asked. His eyes looking up, pleading softly
"hell no. You ignore me, I'm ignoring you. Get yourself off and go to bed" she smirked
Laying herself down. Closing her eyes and humming softly.
She didn't care if he got so desperate he cried for her.
She wasn't touching a thing
'"are ..you going to bed?" He squeaked, hand stilling on his cock
"yes. Goodnight baby. Clean yourself off when you're done" still with her eyes closed
He pathetically whined. He couldn't be too loud with his mother and brother just doors down.
She was stubborn and she wasn't playing.
He had to accept that she wasn't giving him anything.
He pumped himself faster. He just wanted to get off now.
He clenched his eyes as he got closer. His free hand sneaking under her shirt, lifting the material up.
Moaning louder as he faced her bare tits. He leaned down and sucked on the skin softly. Still pumping himself as he got closer to his orgasm.
Sucking her nipples and switching between the two.
He pulled away with an idea
"can I use you baby?" He whispered
She didn't move a single muscle
He slid off his boxers, setting himself between her tits, pushing the skin together.
He moaned as her tits covered his cock, pushing himself in between her tits fast. All he wanted was to cum. He spit on his cock, smearing it from her left tit, to his cock, and to her right tit. Soaking his skin and hers. Thrusting himself faster, whining as he could feel his thighs clenching.
"that's it...I'm gonna cum for you" he moaned
Pushing her tits around his cock harder as he shot his load all over her tits and neck. Moaning as he emptied everything in him.
Once he felt his body relax, he threw on pants. Walking to the bathroom to get a warm towel, cleaning off her chest and neck. Kissing the skin softly as he pulled down her shirt.
He cuddled behind her, kissing her cheek.
"still not forgiven" she muttered
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hvghes · 10 months
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constellations tz!sister x j.drysdale
song rec:
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The school day was over for the youngest zegras. and it was yet another horrible day. prom was coming up soon and everyone but her had a date. She always had to live in the shadows of her brother so the only time anyone ‘liked’ her or was her ‘friend’ was only to get closer to her brother. The only person she could go to was Jamie. He would sit and listen no matter what, he'd be there for her always. She was on her way to jamies house hoping Trevor wasn’t over. Once arriving she did their special knock and Jamie immediately answered, “hey pumpkin what brings you here today?” which she didn’t answer just hugged him tightly and that was enough for jamie to know it was a bad day. he quickly hugged her back picking her up and shutting the door before going to his room and sitting down on the bed with her next to him cuddled into his side. “I hate high school, I hate this stupid prom, I don't even want to go anymore. it's all so stupid-""hey woah slow down, start from the beginning what happened today?” jamie cut her off rubbing her back softly. “Everyone was talking about prom today and how everyone has dates and they would look at me when they would say ‘except some’ there were so many promposals and I hate it. I have never once been asked. no guy ever liked me and i don’t even have friends at that school they just want trevor it's always trevor this trevor that.” she grumbled moving, hiding her face more into his side as she let a few tears fall. “I'm sorry you feel like that pumpkin, but I promise you, you don't wanna miss out on this, not with it being your last one ever. make memories even if it's by yourself because in the end you won't even remember these people, only the memories you chose to make. plus i think you’d look beautiful in your dream dress, remember how happy it made you?” he said while pulling her face away from his side wiping her tears away but more began to slip after his speech and she hugged him so tight, which he returned. “thank you j, you’re the best ever i'm glad you’re my best friend.” she said while standing up. “I should get going though before Trevor throws a fit that I ‘got home late’ again” Jamie let out a soft laugh before walking her to her car. “Get home safe. and text me when you get there take care of yourself.” Jamie said and she smiled, “Will do. same to you, I'll see you later.” and with that she was gone and Jamie ran to his room continuing his plans.
once arriving home she texted Jamie to let him know she got there safely. upon entering her shared home with Trevor she forget to make sure it didn’t look like she had a breakdown and trev caught her stopping her from going up the stairs “what happened, why were you crying?” “it’s nothing i swear just stress.” she said trying to push past him but he moved and blocked her way once again. “no i'm tired of you shutting me out what's going on, we barely talk anymore.” he said looking at her only for her to look away, guilt filling her eyes. “yeah well that's nothing new anyways, we barely talked before we moved here so what's the difference now.” she snapped, pushing past him going up to her room. “melody rose zegras get back here now!” Trevor yelled chasing after her blocking her from her room. “I am sick of this melody. What is going on? Why don't you talk to me? i'm your big brother i want to hel-""you can't help Trevor when you are the reason why. Just leave me alone. please.” and with that Trevor moved from her door and she quickly went inside shutting the door and locking it. Trevor didn’t know what to do. his baby sisters pains were all because of him? but why. he decided to leave the house for a bit and go on a drive to try and clear his mind.
Somehow Trevor ended up at Jamie’s house. He was his only hope to find out what's going on with his sister, Jamie was the only person she’d ever talk to since the move to Anaheim. With a quick knock Jamie opened the door welcoming him in, “hey trev whats up?” Trevor walked inside taking a minute before turning to face his best friend “me and melody got into an argument, she said that im the reason why for her pains and i just don’t understand has she talked to you about it?” He questioned while sitting down on the couch. Jamie takes a minute and sits next to him. “She doesn’t have any friends at school, they all use her to try and get close to you. She’s living in your shadows trev.” Jamie told him calmly hoping he won't be upset but he just sighed. “Why wouldn’t she tell me though..” “Because trev she doesn’t like arguing and didn't want to risk an argument with you, your guy’s relationship is already rocky” and with that Trevor broke. he broke down crying and Jamie pulled him into a hug. He didn’t have any words, only guilt. “you’re a good friend jamie. Thank you for being her friend. Just promise me you’ll never fall in love with her'' Trevor finally calmed down and Jamie just nodded and Trev decided to part ways heading back home.
On the way home Trevor stopped to pick up his baby sister's favorite food. Arriving home he knocked on her door softly. “I’m sorry petal, Jamie explained to me about how you feel and i’m so sorry people treat you like that. you’re very special in your own way and i wish people would see that. Please don’t be mad at me. I miss you and I wouldn't be where I am in my career without you.” Melody was quick to open her door and hug her big brother tight. “I’m sorry for lashing out on you, I was upset and wanted to be left alone.” She shakily said while tears dropped down her cheeks. “I know petal. I know it’s okay, I'm here.” He said while wiping her tears away and helping her to the bed. “I got your favorite, figured you didn’t eat yet.” “Thank you trev.” The night went on and the two siblings finally caught up, no tension whatsoever. for now.
@drysdalesv @shy4jamie @sweetestdesire
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lizadale · 4 months
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MISS! I Cast *Fluff Attack* as retaliation to your tripple angst attack. You got me to 2/21 hp like damn. /j
Fr though, poor sad clown, i hope he dies stuck in a glue trap.
So. I got the motivation to write for the Polterpup speaks fic C:
{“This is what you ate?”
“Yes.” Luigi Picked up the can that were still on the floor, a tripping hazard Dimentio said when he saw it, then he went to a free counter and opened it “Not a single drop left, that’s impressive.”
“Thank you.”
“We could see the other’s of the same brand?” Luigi asked
“Yeah but it could’ve been just this one can too.”
“True but if we don’t want a talking we best not rule out any possibility” “It could just pass too.” Luigi said, moving back to the shelf.
“It keeps sassing me, I’m not tanking any chances.” Dimentio hissed
“If you say so.”
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"Good Morning!" They greeted Mario on the gardens, everything is dormant and it's beautiful. He widened his eyes but he knelt to pet them.
"Hello Doggy!"
"How are you? did you have breakfast? I didn't. You still have the best jerky treats?"
After they showed Luigi where they eat the most delicious treat. Dimentio was still very confused and asked for them to stay away from the kitchens for the time being. "Who knows what will happen if you eat anything else you shouldn't?" He argued when the pup asked about the scraps.
"Sure do, " He said reaching for his pocket, he barely pulled the package out of it when Luigi jumped down from somewhere screaming "No, Bro Wait!!" then there was Dimentio's jingle.
"Huh?" Mario stopped midway through opening it, they could sniff it's tastiness too…
"As you can hear, Polterpup can talk now." Dimentio told.
"Yes and…?"
"Apparently, it's because they ate something weird," Luigi continues for him. "And I'm afraid of what will happen if something else mix to it."
"Like the children's book series?"
"i guess?" "the what now?" Luigi and Dimentio said at the same time. They looked at each other and Dimentio gestured for him to continue.
"I don't know if it was a abc soup it ate, but something like it definitely happened"
"Can you tell me the title of the book for later research?"
"Dio, do you even read children books?"
"It became relevant."
"I mean if you want it, but there's nothing-"
"Are they always like that?" Mario said with amusement in his voice.
"Most of the time, they stopped doing it for important things now though, that's how they say "i love you" i think." The puppy says while watching, they see Mario placing a hand on his chin as to contemplate their thoughts.
"You are very smart", he says after a minute.
"Yes! I'm a smart puppy!" They say. "Smart puppy gets treats?" they do their best pleading eyes
"No." Both Luigi and Dimentio stop their thing to say it to them.
"Aw…"
Mario gets down to their level and ask "Hey Puppy can you do me a favor?"
"I can!" Maybe helpful pups gets treats? that they don’t say out loud, hopefully.
"Go to the Peach and ask her to come to the garden"
"Okay!" They say and rush towards the castle, then they stop and go back "Wait, who's the Peach?"
Mario tilts his head "You don't know?"
"No, I've heard of her before but i don't know anybody named Peach "
"But weren't you playing with her and Toadette yesterday? The girl with the crown?"
"The Princess? She got two names?" they said with an air of wonder.
"Yeah, people call her Princess Peach most of the time"
"So those koopas weren't talking about The Princess and Peach yesterday?"
"The castle guard?"
"No. they were outside trying to get in but not by the doors. Dimentio told I couldn't scare the toads, so i scared them instead until you called me to play." They tell "I had to bite the big one to scare him though. but I won't tell anyone because good pups aren't supposed to bite."
"Bro, you'll stay until the weekend, right?" Mario turns to Luigi with a hopefull look.
"Sorry, I've already thawed tomorrow's roast." Luigi said "Also it's Dio's choosing how we're spending this holiday you know he gets fussy around parties."
"Dump him."
"Is everyone in this castle out to ruin my patience" Dimentio grumbles "I'm right here!" Luigi makes the funny holding in laughter face before dragging him out by his forearm “You are not going to like the day I lose it, I swear.” He Says when he’s almost out of earshot.}
Don't worry Puppy nobody knows you bit the Big Koopa ;)
i had to stop here because i couldn't stop snickering, i almost woke up my nephew twice, hope you're having a good day ^-^
(formated the pc and lost the little guy T-T)
JFISDLK "Dump him." i mean it's a sound solution...
also there's something very in-character about Mario encountering a talking dog and just shrugging. it is the mushroom kingdom after all
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kilbygrl · 2 years
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Can I request a smut & fluff where jack and the reader are already dating (the reader is a famous actress ) and they haven’t had sex in while so they do it on the balcony but what they don’t know was that Paparazzi was taking pictures and recording and he’s trying to comfort her??
warnings: mentions of sex, nudes.
a/n: hey anon 😭 i didn't saw the part where the reader is a famous actress, so i didnt include it im so sorry. and my head it's hurting so bad that i cant rewrite it rn, but if you want me to do it again, just send another ask. i'm so sorry :(
“I missed you so much” you whisper to Jack, while he’s trusting his cock into you. 
“And I missed your tight sweet pussy like crazy” he says between kisses on your bare chest. 
You really didn’t actually know how you end up fucking on the little couch on your house’s balcony, but the cold air against your skin felt great. Actually, it all happen because you were sitting there, reading a book and when he got home, he was so desperate for you that don’t even occur to him to change locations, but you weren’t complaining. 
“I’m gonna cum, baby” it’s the only thing that you’re able to say. 
“Yeah, ma. Come for me” he brings one hand between your bodies, finding your clit and stimulating it.  
It's not long until you both combust together, you holding him and he moaning in your lips. You two go shower together afterwards, not even ending your night there. And right in the morning his phone starts rigging like crazy, even though he says he will deal with it later, you couldn’t handle the song playing all over again. 
“J, it’s Neelam, she called like ten times now” you say with a sleepy voice, tossing his phone to him. 
He answers his phone, and excuse himself to talk to her. You decide to get yours too, but surprise that you have so many notifications, even more than usual. It doesn't take long to you find out what’s happening. A few seconds scrolling on Twitter and pics of you and Jack having sex shows up. Anxiety immediately starts to kick in, while you analyze the paparazzi pics.  
You could clearly see your faces, you two naked and your bodies hugged together. In one of the photos, you can even see a little of your one of your boobs, but the other ones Jack body covers yours. But anyway, your nudes were still there for the world to see. You didn't even look to the comments, couldn’t handle people saying anything about you right now. Jack enters the room, but when he sees your face, he knew you saw it.  
“Jack we are fucked. I’m fucked” you say to him, locking your phone and putting it on the nightstand. 
“Baby, they’re already taking it down, everything it’s going to be fine” he sits on the bed besides you, taking your hands. Hiss tone it’s so sweet, trying to comfort you. 
“We both now that once it’s on the internet it’s there forever. J, I'm not famous. I can’t deal with naked pictures of me on the internet. And for fucks sake, I'm a woman, I’m already screwed” you try to contain the tears, but you’re already crying “How the fuck do they know where we live? And what right do they have to take pictures of us, in our own house?” 
“They’re a bunch of pussies. The team is already filing a lawsuit against them. I’m so sorry this happened” he kisses your hand. 
“But there will be nudes of us on the internet forever” you lie on the bed, making Jack go down and hug you. 
"I’ll do everything to make it alright again, baby. I'm really sorry that happened to us. You don’t deserve this” he strokes your hair as you tug even more on him. 
The next few weeks were kinda crazy. Everyone you knew had seen the pictures, and you didn’t leave your home. Jack stayed with you the whole time, trying to comfort you as his team handle everything. The original pics were taken down and the lawsuit against the paparazzi was still going, but you felt like your life where never going to be the same again. 
“I’ll stand by your side forever, ma” Jack whispers to you while you’re both laying on the king size bed. 
He gave you the strength you need to deal with everything that was happening. He’s your rock. 
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everybodyshusband · 6 months
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multiples of nine for the ask thing :3
troob !!! thank you for indulging the silly ask games :> it's always a pleasure to see you in my askbox <3 despite the fact you're making me do maths >:( /lh /j
9. who did you last see in person?
i assume this is a very broad "who was literally the last person you saw?" kind of question, so i have a very boring answer for this one: my mother, about two minutes ago when she came home from the shops
18. do you miss how things were a year ago?
yes and no, i think. my mental health was definitely a lot better a year ago than it is now, but on the other hand... i had barely found this community a year ago and i very much love that i've been able to interact with people and make friends online here :) and i don't think i would've been able to do that a year ago.
27. things i hate
there are many things i hate but i cannot think of a single one right now O_O uhhhhh, i'm going to say customers that talk shit about me while i'm stood right in front of them, because that happened to me at work yesterday and threw me for a fucking loop
36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?
i have had exactly one thing on my bucket list ever and that was to bake and decorate a really fancy cake, which i've done twice in the last month, actually !! i have not done it well, but that's besides the point, haha :D apart from that, i'm doing my best to be excited about my ghost ritual in a week or two :')
(two cakes and one concert... that counts as three, right ? ksjdfbkd)
45. how you found out about your idol
i'm making this about ghost, i can't not, haha !! hmm... how i found out about the band... i can't quite remembe- tiktok
in all seriousness, though. i heard mary on a cross on a couple of videos, went "hey, this is a really cool song, i wonder what else the artist has put out?" and thus... the rabbit hole was opened and here i am :D ghost remains the only artist i have ever listened to the entire discography to in one go. it's very rare for me to listen to new artists
54. something thats worrying me at the moment
once again, i'm coming up blank ?! i blame it on the brain fog from being sick, haha ! i think uhhhh, maybe my ghost ritual ? i've never been to a proper concert before, so i'm a really nervous, but one of my friends has been kind enough to offer to tag along so at least i won't be going alone :)
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lyrslair · 11 months
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I think I have discovered at least a small part of my problem (overall burnout from COVID and a year and a half of relatives landing in the hospital and/or dying notwithstanding)
I do not have anyone in person with which to regularly share joys.
My partner tries. He does. But he is as supremely depressed as I am and very frequently our moods are at a mismatch and we cannot muster the energy all the time to share in each other's joys and it's to our detriment.
He's been isolated from his irl social network for several years now. I don't even really HAVE one since leaving college.
On vacation like, because everyone was dealing with the demands of a very opinionated 5 year old (a lot of which involved trying to keep her safe because she very much wanted to run right into the ocean and apparently there was a panicked moment where my brother-in-law saw her trying to help a jellyfish back into the ocean by picking it up with her bare hands - by some stroke of luck she didn't touch a single stinger), there wasn't a lot of alone time with anyone in particular to just talk and laugh and everything. But like, several times while we were all on the beach we did find shared joys. The dolphins were herding fish right against the sand bar several times during our trip, once when we were STANDING ON IT so they were maybe 20 feet away or so. There were tons of the tiniest little clams digging back down into the sand after every wave that crashed on the shore. There were sunsets and meteor showers. Dad asked to fly my kite. So even with us all dealing with stress and grief and chaos we managed to share joy.
Back in my house it's missing again. J has been working long hours and fighting against higher-ups at the client to keep his team from getting harmed by their bullshit practices and it's taking everything out of him. So I'm not upset that he can't share my joys right now.
But fucking hell I need in-person friends. x.x;
Everyone I end up meeting though turns out to be from like the opposite side of the city or farther, and very few people understand that no, I can't actually drive to you, this isn't me trying to shove you off, it's a limitation I have tried over and over to push past and it hasn't gone away. I'm fighting against my fatigue, my autism, and my anxiety here, the result of which is that if I drive for too long or too far outside my comfort zone (or on the freeway at all jesus fucking christ other cars are terrifying) I actually start to lose my vision from stress and overstimulation trying to keep track of where I am going, obstacles on the road, lights and signs and other drivers and pedestrians and cyclists and... it's the one limitation that no matter how many times I try to explain people just DO NOT understand. So I give up because it just feels unfair to always ask other people to come pick me up.
Couple that with the fact that I am just. Really shit at actually making friends in person (every time it's happened I basically just like... get adopted by an extrovert)...
Can I please just have a teleporter so I can go hang out with my existing friends who are scattered across the fucking globe?
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ballet slipper and watermelon ^^
ty lovely 💙 i hope ur having a nice day/night!! 💙
ballet slipper— with only one word, describe how you feel at this moment
mmmmm....................... thirsty. but i've got water dw its just allergies making me feel dried out :p
watermelon— have you ever had to reject anyone romantically? how did it go?
twice. both resulted in the eventual end of both of those friendships.
first time was my best friend in middle school who told me towards the end of eighth grade that i had a crush on him and i stupidly was a 13-14 year old with friends who were like... 17-18 and listened to them and told him "maybe in the future" (BIG fucking lie!!!) because i didn't know how else to handle it and i didn't like him in that way at all. guy ended up being pretty fucking sexist later on (claimed ppl w periods are just overreacting, among other things) + i'm pretty sure he made up a fake girlfriend to make me jealous? it didn't work lmao and i ended up losing touch after he changed schools. genuinely i didn't really miss him because our friendship had felt weird after all of that, but i knew his little sister (who stayed at our school) and she was sweet so <3 shoutout to her.
the other was like... idk maybe a month or two after my first breakup when i was 17, and i had someone who was interested in me and i Thought i liked them back? we sorta were going to date but barely an hour later i kept feeling gross about it so i told them i wasn't ready for a relationship of any sort. tbh it was probably doomed to fail because i was... very inexperienced with dating in general? so it feels like we didn't really do anything to work towards that sort of thing (but we were friends beforehand). eventually we stopped talking, especially after they guilted me for not wishing them a happy birthday the day-of (while i was on vacation with spotty internet and had openly stated that days before, which i know they saw). but they took it well though! told me they were glad i put my wellbeing first and didn't force myself into something i wasn't ready for.
outside of that, i don't think i have any other times i've like... been put in the position of rejecting someone. i think there was a time i might have been had things kept going down that route (i fully realized that they were asking me out on a date waaaay after the fact, but apparently in the moment did recognize that it felt date-like and didn't want that). apparently i'm doomed to only reject people or get rejected lol which is fine for rn since i'm good on dating for a bit <3 this doesn't apply to kpop men tho: hoshi u can ask me, random stranger who loves tigers, out /j
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— Everyone wants her, that was my crime. (。>﹏<。)
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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 — Pairings :: Clingy!Ranpo x 𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘢!Reader (^з^)-☆Chu ! ! ⌗ֶָ֢ ( Reader is taller than Ranpo !! )
𖦹 — ! 𝘠ou finally told everybody that you're dating ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ.. <3
⌗ֶָ֢ Disclaimer — Ranpo may not act like canon
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⌗ֶָ֢ !! — The paparazzi are outside, going crazy for you. Since you're a famous Diva, it's no surprise that everywhere you go, everybody knows you. Speaking of, Almost every guy has a crush on you, they even made a page of you that are full of your fanboys.
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"Y/N !!!! "You turn your head to the voice's detection only to find Ranpo, your boyfriend screaming while running up to you. He breathlessly stopped in front of you, he can barely breathe but that doesn't matter, as long as he's with you <3 /j. Ranpo didn't even say a single word, he just went up to you and hugged you tightly. Sure it's been a while since you saw him. You've been quite busy lately.
"Y/n, can you even imagine what happened today?! " "Nope, mind telling me? "
"I was assigned in a mission today, and some stupid person mentioned how much they "love" you! And the other time, I heard them talking about how you and that Haru guy are perfect for each other! They can't say that in front of me! No way. " You then look at the boy's face, of course he was pouting. Dude, you can barely breathe because of the way he hugged you. He was putting his arm around your waist while he buried his face in your chest. You couldn't help but chuckle. His clinginess is something that you like about him. And, for Haru.. Haru is your love team in the entertainment industry. Everybody goes crazy for you two. They even thought you guys were dating.
"You silly boy, don't mind them, mhm-kay? Haru and I are only love team,you're the one I love. " You reassured him. You're used to Ranpo being so jealous when someone compliments you. It sure happens a lot.
"When are you gonna tell then your dating 𝘮𝘦? I know that Haru guy likes you. I mean it's obvious,he makes it obvious! Even if he doesn't, I'm the greatest detective of course I'll Figure it out! " He proudly said. But that was an unexpected question. You say down into your coach behind you while still holding Ranpo. He of course sat on your lap while resting his head into your shoulder, waiting for your answer. The room fell into an uncomfortable silence. He's right, when are you finally telling everyone?
"I don't know, maybe— " "You told me the same thing last time I asked you that! " he frowned.
"M' sorry, I'll tell them soon, I promise.. " "in the interview? " "Yeah"
The pout on his face disappeared as he slowly smiled. "Okay! And make sure to tell everybody about me in front of that guy! Anywayy, Can we eat the food in your ref? " "Sure, yeah we can do that! "
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On the day of the interview, you were nervous but exited at the same time.
You carefully select your outfit, wanting to look presentable and stylish.
Arriving at the interview venue, you are greeted by a flurry of activity. The atmosphere is buzzing with excitement as journalists, photographers, and fans eagerly await your arrival. Cameras flash, capturing your literally every move. You were about to cover your face but Haru did. "You okay? " "I'm fine. "
As you sat down on the chair, You both were greeted by the host. After a while of messing around, the interview begins, and the questions come pouring in. It was going great until that one question.
"Miss L/N, are you and Sir Haru dating? " The host asked. She got this teasing smile because people there instantly start screaming. This is the perfect time to tell everybody. Haru looks at you with a slight confusion, he looks like he was about to answer but you cut him off.
"no we're actually not uhm, I'm already dating somebody else! " You answered with a bright smile on your face. The room is filled with awkward silence. Even the host cannot even speak. Do you and Haru look really together that it's hard to believe? Well too 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘱𝘰 :3 .
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𝘈/𝘯 :: 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘵 2 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘵𝘧
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sleeplessintokyo87 · 2 years
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This year I've been away for too long.
Photography is my hobby, my outlet, sometimes it's my job, sometimes it's what keeps me going.
I don't feel I owe explanations but as the year is coming to an end, I just want to write some words, since many people are so nice to reach out, ask me how am I doing and why I've been gone for so long.
Since COVID started we in Japan were very lucky to be in kind of a small paradise, not many people sick, and a lot of picture opportunities, and I took advantage of this.
2020 was great, but as 2021 hit and borders were still gonna be closed, I've began to feel a lot of burn out about photography.
Even when taking pictures is something I do pretty much every week, I just couldn't bare myself to be in front of the pc editing pictures, I feel I've reached a creative wall where my pictures all in all just feel pretty much the same.
This said, being 100% honest, that's not even the top of the iceberg, early this year in May, one of my best friends, someone I considered an older brother passed away due to heavy addictions, I couldn't even say good bye, the last message I have from J was him telling me how proud he was of how I grew.
In June, a coworker passed away in his sleep, it was horrible, we were not close friends but I really liked him and we used to talk a lot.
This brings me to 18th of July, I went to Yasukuni Jinja, to a summer festival that is very famous here in Japan.
That day I took the pictures I'm sharing with y'all
That night, I had cold Takoyaki.
That night, my brother woke me up at 2 AM.
My father passed away. I couldn't even go back to Argentina.
Borders closed.
It's been almost 5 months, I'm not depressed, and I'm not sad anymore, I understand this is part of life, I really loved my father and I'll miss him every day of my life.
I'm just burned out.
2022 will be a different year where my goals will be to start uploading more and more pictures.
Hopefully I'll see you all here again.
If you can, hug your family on my behalf, don't take them for granted.
Happy Holidays :)
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Cruel Summer
THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE SHIT YOU CAN NOT USE MY WORK
pairing(s): sarah cameron x fem!reader, jj maybank x fem!reader
summary: sarah is a little too attached to jj's girlfriend
warning(s): angst, mentions of john b x jj, body shaming and unedited work
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Sarah's eyes were on you as JJ twirled you around the loud music ringing in her ears. You were so free spirited, she envied that about you. You didn't care who was watching or what people thought, you were your own person you didn't need anyone.
She liked that but maybe she liked it just a bit too much.
Yep, Sarah Cameron had a crush. She almost felt as if she was in middle school again, trying to get the attention of her crush but she couldn't help it, you were perfect.
The problem was you were with JJ and she was supposed to be in love with John B, she was supposed to kiss him without thinking about how different it would feel if she was kissing you, she was supposed to be able to have double dates with you and JJ without watching you the whole time, she was supposed to be happy with what she had and not be wanting something else.
Something else.
You weren't just something else, you were the person that made her heart jump when you smiled at her, you were the person who made butterflies erupt in her stomach when you said her name, you were the person who made her feel like she was flying when she was around you.
You were everything John B was supposed to be for her.
You were the plot twist in her and John B's love story.
She wasn't sure when it happened but all she knew was that you were so close but she could not have you. You were not hers to have, you were JJ's.
Never in her life has she ever been jealous of JJ until now, oh how did he get such a wonderful person and she was stuck with...John Booker Routledge. There was nothing wrong with John B, everything was right, just nothing felt right with him.
She would've expected him to notice her clear attachment to his best friend's girlfriend or perhaps...he was just as attached to his best friend as she was to his girlfriend.
Anyone could see it if they looked hard enough, John B had a clear jealousy of you JJ thought it was because John B thought you were taking the time JJ was supposed to be spending with him but Sarah could see right through.
It takes a simp to know a simp.
But she never said anything because the more John B was forcing JJ to spend time with him the more she got to spend time with you.
Oh how she enjoyed spending time with you, the feeling of standing on the warm sand next to you, the hot summer breeze hitting you and the sun complimenting your skin just right. Sometimes she found herself dreaming about you, she dreamt about your warm skin against hers, how it would feel to drag her tongue across your warm skin.
Fuck, she was crushing hard
But at least she was good at hiding it well...she thought she was.
JJ was starting to notice her attachment to you. He leaned in close to you pulling your body close the two of you still dancing "She likes you, I'm telling you" you shook your head "I told you to drop it J" you wrap your arms around his neck "She's been watching you all night"
"Would you shut up?" you asked though you giggled a bit burying your face in his neck "She probably just wants to dance, I mean it's not her fault John B was busy tonight"
"Well she's the one who wanted to third wheel on my date"
"We're at a party JJ this is hardly a date"
"Yeah well she 's cutting in on my one on one time with you just because she has a crush" you sighed looking at him
"Would you just let it go J? she doesn't have a crush on me, I would know if she did I mean I knew when had a crush on me" you smirked "You used to get all blushy when I so much as even looked at you"
JJ blushed before mumbling a shut up and burying his face into your neck beginning to place kisses on your neck. You couldn't help it glancing over at Sarah to see her in fact looking at you, you sent her a smile not wanting to be rude.
You didn't believe Sarah had a crush on you, I mean she had no reason to have a crush on you. John B often talked about how happy the couple was plus you were in a happy relationship with JJ, you liked him a lot and he was an amazing boyfriend.
You liked Sarah, she was a great friend and she was kind to you but did you like her more than a friend?
That was territory you were not ready to go on, you took a breath.
You were hoping JJ was wrong, you wouldn't know what to do if he was right.
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JJ couldn't help but huff at the fact that you are outside right now with Sarah. He had plans to hang out with John B today and you had planned to stay home and watch some movies, he asked you if you wanted to say and you continued to tell him no because Sarah offered to take you shopping.
You sighed pulling the tight dress up your body, it was pink and tight like really tight and you were sure everything in the store was made for the petite girls rather than you, you had tits and an ass and got knows you weren't skinny, you rolled your shoulders back mumbling a whatever to yourself yanking off the dress.
You knew you weren't small enough to be a kook, Rafe Cameron made sure to tell you that every single chance he got which is why you were hesitant to become friends with Sarah but she was different.
You sighed quickly pulling on your clothes walking out "You don't want it" Sarah asked when you shoved the dress into her hands. "It doesn't fit" Sarah could see that it was upsetting you even though you tried to hide it.
It shouldn't have bothered you, it never really did, you always had bigger boobs and been a bit thicker than the girls on Figure Eight but when you're in a store filled with girls the same "normal" body type and all of them stare at you like you're a pig well you're bound to feel some type of way.
"I'm sure they have a bigger size" Sarah said before calling the woman over "It's fine Sarah leave it" but Sarah refused to let you leave unsatisfied.
"Do you have this in a bigger size" the woman looked at Sarah shaking her head "I thought you this would be the perfect size for you"
"It's for my friend" Sarah pointed at you and the woman looked at you eyes shining in disgust as her eyes ran up your body "Oh..."
"Well we don't sell sizes for...fatter girls" you felt a pain in your heart at her words "This shop is more for the petite and beautiful, you know sizes under Large" she spoke with a disgusting smile at her face, Sarah's jaw dropped she actually couldn't fucking believe this was happening. "Excuse me?"
"I don't mean to offend you Ms. Cameron, I'm just saying your friend is bigger, I mean she has a lot of fat in the chest area" you wrapped your arms around your chest tears filling your eyes "And her thighs are just-" Sarah cut her off
"First of all Bitch, that fat on her chest those are called tits, Maybe if you had some your husband wouldn't have fucking left you for his yoga instructor , Second if you ever talk to my friend like that again I will hurt you" Sarah yelled and the woman stared at her in shock.
"Ms. Cameron I was just saying-"
"Well stop 'just saying' and do what the fuck you're paid to do and that is get me a dress in a bigger size or else I will tear this fucking place apart" You had never seen Sarah so aggressive before, the woman stood up straight.
"If you're going to talk to me like that then I'm afraid I'm gonna have to kick you and miss Piggy out" your heart dropped and you were already out of the store before Sarah could say anything.
You quickly wiped the tears that were running down your face. You breathed out, you just wanted to go home so that's exactly what you did. You laid in your bed sobbing into your pillow hoping to just cry yourself to sleep.
"Y/N!" Your mother called "What?" You croaked out "A friend is here to see you!"
"I don't want to see anyone" you said but you already heard footsteps coming up the stairs and you sighed burying your face in your pillow.
A part of you hoped it was JJ but another part of you hoped it was Sarah.
"Y/N?" You heard Sarah's voice on the other side of the door as she knocked softly on the door. "Leave me alone" you sniffled but she twisted the knob opening the door to your bedroom to see you turned away from her with your face in your pillow.
"Y/N?"
"What?"
"I'm sorry about what happened" she whispered, walking over to you. She sighed when you didn't answer, lifting up the blanket and climbing under the blanket with you. She reach out rubbing your back "That lady was just being a bitch"
You sniffled "You're beautiful Y/N" she whispered "Absolutely amazing like a fucking goddess" her hand slipped under your shirt her cold hands rubbing your bare back "Can you look at me?" She asked and you hesitated for a second before turning towards her. She looked at you and her heart broke a little at your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks but she sent you a smile brushing some hair out of your face.
"See look at this pretty face" she wiped your cheeks "You are beautiful that bitch was the ugliest thing, she look like a fucking paper bag" You couldn't help but let out a laugh at her words.
She smiled staring into your eyes and you stopped laughing "You're absolutely perfect" she whispered "Sarah" you tried but she was quick leaning in her lips against yours. They were soft and sweet but this, this was wrong but why did it feel so right?
You pushed her away sitting up "What the hell?" You whispered more to yourself letting your fingers run over your lips. This couldn't be happening.
"I like you Y/N, I like you a lot and JJ-"
"JJ's my boyfriend" you told her climbing off the bed when she reached out for you "I know, I know but JJ doesn't deserve you"
You were trying to put the pieces together and trying to handle it the best way. "I think you should leave"
"No! No you can not sit here and act like you don't like me because I know you do" Sarah accused pointing a finger at you "What? Are you serious right now?" You scoffed at her, you couldn't believe this was happening right now.
"JJ would've dropped everything to hang out with you! But you denied him and chose me! ME!"
"Stop it Sarah" a part of you knew she was right, JJ would've thrown John B under a bus if you wanted him to and it wasn't that he didn't want to hang out with you, you didn't want to hang out with him.
"Look me in my eyes and tell me you don't feel anything for me" you refused to look at her because deep down you knew your eyes would tell her all she needed to know. "Look at me"
"Sarah you need to leave now" you went to go to the door but she grabbed your wrist pulling you back "Look at me"
"Please leave Sarah" you spoke softly looking down at your feet. "You felt something when you kissed me didn't you?"
"Sarah, I felt nothing!" You said more trying to convince yourself "I felt nothing at all! Okay?"
"Liar"
"Sarah-" you tried but she grabbed your face kissing you once more and this time you hesitated to push her away.
"What the fuck?" you quickly shoved her away from you looking to see JJ at the door.
"You fucking bitch"
a/n: this is kind of wack but PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK and I'm kinda thinking about doing a part two so TELL ME IF I SHOULD and feel free to request
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"Hit One Where One Lives"
Summary ↳ Atsumu has had feelings for you since the day you've met, and he's always had trouble controlling his urges.
Words ↳ 1,566
Tags ↳ 18+, NSFW, characters above legal age, descriptions of NSFW fantasies, no actual fucking, atsumu is horny, mentions of high school days, angst but only like a couple sentences
A/N ↳ ahh I'm so sorry this is short and got cut off, but if you guys like it and want more please lmk!!
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hit one where one lives
hit (one) where (one) lives
To affect one on a personal or intimate level.
People by nature only care about an issue if it hits them where they live.
Atsumu Miya was good at a lot of things.
Setting, spiking, serving, receiving, and bargaining for discounts on fatty tuna.
But one thing that Atsumu could never, ever bring himself to perfect was the art of conveying his feelings properly. It was something Osamu had confronted him about during their early high school years, recognizing his twin’s coping mechanism to protect him from his own self-destructive thoughts. A strained smile and bottles of bright yellow hair dye could only do so much for the rather eccentric Miya twin, something his brother had warned him would lead to burnout by his early 20’s. Atsumu, at the time, would only laugh it off, claiming that his inquisitive behavior was more stalkerish than affectionate.
This was until Atsumu had cost Inarazaki their spot in the nationals during his first year. He had never considered himself to be someone with butter fingers, in fact, he prided himself in his setting skill. Too much sometimes. Atsumu’s scalp felt raw from how his fingers dug into his hair, pulling at the obnoxiously dyed strands as fat tears rolled down his cheeks. It felt juvenile. He was in high school now, he had no reason to be mourning over such a stupid mistake.
Atsumu flinched lightly when the cool condensation of a plastic water bottle hit his calf, feeling the Air Conditioning in the now almost empty stadium blowing against the wet spot on his leg. Maybe he was dreaming, he thought, looking into the slightly glossy eyes that bore back into his. Yep, definitely dreaming. Little did he know those eyes would be the focus of his J/O sessions for the rest of his life.
His breath caught in his throat as your rosy cheeks swelled with your smile, although empathetic. It was too much of a foreign feeling to him. You were just doing your job, being the one and the only manager of a team as arduous as Inaraziki- in the same grade as him, no less- meaning that you had to sniff out each and every demanding member. Atsumu didn’t think he could ever forget how you sat next to him that day, softly rubbing the area between his shoulder blades and whispering soft words of encouragement as you helped him pop the lid on his bottle. You admitted to him about how even though you barely knew shit about volleyball, you could tell from the way his teammates and captain regarded him after the match that it wasn’t his fault. That night, after walking you home and waving you off down your driveway, Atsumu felt a foreign feeling rising in his chest.
This feeling would only continue to grow over the next four years.
Whether it be the way you had to clutch your knees every time he made you laugh too hard, the way you’d sneak a pudding to him during the mornings where your classes lined up, or the way that you’d both pull some sort of immature prank on his disgruntled brother. It was safe to say that you two were super close. But not in the way that Atsumu wanted you to be. Alongside every little detail that made you a great friend, there were way too many details that made you desirable. That time during the summer when it got so hot that you stripped yourself of your short sleeve for a tank top that accentuated every one of your curves still keeps him up at night. Not to mention the form-fitting elastic shorts that hugged your ass so right that even the newbies on the team couldn’t help themselves from trying to sneak a peak.
This would continue up until graduation, where Atsumu opened the door to your very teary-eyed and very emotional-looking self. Your eyes were brimming with tears, and he didn’t think those delectable swollen cheeks of yours could puff out any more than they already were. With shaky hands, you lifted the slightly crumpled piece of paper up to your chest. The thick black letters of ‘MSBY’ must have grown fists and hit him in the gut because before he knew it, he was lifting you a foot off the ground with an enthusiastic spin.
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Fluffy white cotton surrounded Atsumu’s vision as he dried his hair from the shower, letting out a long sigh of relief at the feeling of his muscles relaxing after such a long practice session. It was the off-season, and the MSBY Black Jackals were taking the time off doing what they always did. Play volleyball. Obviously not to the extent as they would during the actual season, but every moment spent not doing something productive was a second basically submitting victory to the other team. That’s how Bokuto put it at least, before ultimately spraining his wrist from going too hard on the dumbbells. Safe to say both Coach and Akaashi were not happy.
“Hey, Omi-om, you should totally let me borrow that body spray you got.” Atsumu didn’t typically wear any sort of cologne, but the way you had him bend down to your level to smell his shirt collar after Kiyoomi’s scent wafted onto him was the result of a long sleepless night for him.
“Get your own, Miya.” Kiyoomi scoffed, rolling his eyes as he threw on his MSBY brand sweater. Atsumu pouted, quickly forgetting about every single one of his surroundings as he saw his phone light up with your contact name, your photo staring back at him expectantly. He had taken the photo when you had dragged him to the mall with you once, having slid a 20-yen coin into the slot of a mechanical bull riding machine. He had found it amusing at first, the way you had desperately grasped at the horns of the animal as it began to speed up, but his laughter was caught short. His eyes had trailed down your back that was arched suggestively off the saddle, hips moving with the steady bucking of the machine-
“Shit-” Snapping himself out of his erotic memory, he quickly clicked the green ‘answer call’ button. “Hello?” “Atsumu, are you almost done getting ready yet?” Your voice alone was enough to ease the tension building inside of him, shoulders relaxing as he let out a low chuckle.
“Why, missing my pretty face?” He could at least acknowledge that he only flirted with you to try and ease the urges growing inside him, he wasn’t that stupid. It was also partially because of the way the tips of your ears would redden at his sly comments, but you would always brush it off as being part of his play-boy-like personality. If only you knew how much he wanted to change that.
“I’m missing that your pretty face isn’t hurrying the hell up and getting in my goddamn car.” The teasing lilt to your voice did nothing to prevent the way his chest swelled when you called him pretty, a stupid, joyous smile spreading on his lips.
“Alright, alright, hold your horses. I’ll be right out.” You blew a raspberry into your phone, Atsumu giving one of his own before hanging up and grabbing his gym bag.
Nudging open the locker room door with his side, Atsumu had to force his dick from twitching in his shorts as he witnessed the sight in front of him. You were bent over the reception desk of the college gym, talking to the lady behind the desk as you fiddled with the heel of your stiletto. His eyes traced the way the fabric of your skirt hugged down your thighs. You really had no idea what you were doing to him. Discreetly making his way up behind you he shot the desk lady a wink with a finger over his lips, receiving a gulp and small nod from her before turning back to you.
“And that’s when I told Coach, we need to stop letting Bokuto near the equipment when he’s having one of his emo-” A dramatic squeal ended up finishing your little rant as Atsumu’s muscled arms hooked under your shoulders and yanked you off the floor. In the midst of your flailing, you caught a glimpse of bleached blonde hair in your peripherals. “Atsumu Miya set me down this instant!” Although your face was contorted in frustration, the laughter that slipped between your words disclosed your amusement.
The specific position that Atsumu had you in reminded him of one of the fantasies he had of you once. Your breath hot against his cheek as he plowed into you from behind, strong hands caressing the bulge that appeared in your stomach whenever he bottomed out. He would feel the sweaty slap of your ass against his pelvis with every harsh thrust, cries escaping your lips at the feeling.
“Atsumu?” You looked over your shoulder at the athlete in confusion. Realizing that he had spaced out, Atsumu mentally slapped himself as he smirked and set you down. “Sorry, sweetheart, got lost in thought.” He ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to act casual, which was not missed by the reception lady as she grabbed her jacket and left the office, clearly sick of the flirting. A familiar smile spread across your cheeks, ears tinting in the way that made his cock twitch in his shorts, this time failing to conceal it. “Your place tonight, right?”
“You know it.” You giggled. This was going to be a long night for him.
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Don't Push It, Pt. 1
Unprofessional Bard's Masterlist
Part 2 (1/2)
Based on this request.
Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader
Warnings: Age gap (the reader is 26 and Joel is 53), a lot of teasing/sexual tension, implied romantic feelings.
Summary: It's been going on for years. They both know better than to act on their feelings, but patience starts running thin when a few boundaries are crossed.
Word Count: 5.280
Author's Note: Okay y'all so I am a whore for Joel with long hair and I unintentionally made this into a fix-it au where Joel is alive. Also, the reader is going to have some OC characteristics to fit the scenario better. Finally, this fic changes POV's a lot, so I'm gonna clear that up:
• ----R and below: The reader's POV.
• ----J and below: Joel's POV.
• ----B and below: Both POV's.
The fic starts off with Joel's POV.
Enjoy!
gif credits: nikolai-stavrogin
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"Hey, Joel," Dina called over to the man sipping coffee on his porch.
"Mornin' Dina," He replied as his daughter's girlfriend walked over to him. Her baby bump had grown a little more and it never failed to put a smile on Joel's face.
"There's a little trouble with the patrol today," She said. "Jesse won't be able to make it to patrol with (Y/N)."
Shit.
"And they're askin' me to fill in?" He sat up a little.
"Yup, Maria told me to ask you if-"
"No problem, sure, I'll do it." He spoke nonchalantly, then asked if Jesse was alright. Dina told him she wasn't sure, that it must be something important for him to miss patrol, which made Joel nod: "You told (Y/N) too, or...?"
"No, but she's gonna be there regardless. I doubt that she knows."
"Alright, thanks Dina," Joel got up and she smiled in return before walking over to Ellie's place.
It was wrong. By the lord it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. You were fierce, confident, determined and disciplined; qualities he came to appreciate in time, but a bit differently only when it came to you. He shouldn't want you, an unknown source in his mind kept telling himself, but he did. He didn't know why, he never found himself being attracted to a woman your age, yet you had him under your spell. Oh the things you did to him...
Worst part was, he couldn't have you, whether he liked it or not. Nevermind the fact that you were too young for him, you probably didn't want him anyways- despite the crystal clear signals he got from you. It was just how you were, though: A little physical and perhaps a little flirty, but he could just be confusing that with your confidence.
Or he could be overthinking everything.
Joel readied his backpack, but realised there was still a little more than an hour before the rendez-vous, so he decided to head over to your place to tell you about the news to kill some time. After he made it there and knocked on your door while calling your name a couple of times, which were left unanswered, your neighbour curiously looked over the fences and called over to Joel: "She left a while ago... For the gym, I think."
"Thank you," Joel smiled politely and earned a wave from the lady in return. He took his time as he walked over to the gym. After he arrived, he looked around for awhile to spot where you were, but when he found it, the sight almost made him choke.
There you were, ankles crossed as you pulled yourself up and chin over the barfix with closed eyes, a frown and a clenched jaw. Sweat laced the sides of your face and Joel's eyes wandered lower: You were wearing a sports bra and matching shorts which hugged your frame tightly and the sun was shining directly onto your muscles, which the lord himself carved out and were also sweaty, but Joel didn't care - it made you look more attractive, if anything. You let out a huff and lowered yourself down, while he tried to collect himself. He didn't want to disturb you so he decided to wait until you finished...
...but you didn't seem to be finishing any time soon. He didn't want to look like a creep as he stood there and waited, so after you did another pull up and let yourself down, he cleared his throat.
----R
"(Y/N), here you are."
Had you not been already hanging, you definitely would've fell when you heard Joel's voice reach your ears. You opened your eyes to see him slowly approach you, his stupid thumb stuck in behind his stupid belt.
You hated it: You hated finding this man attractive and you hated your guts for occasionally flirting with him - him, who probably would never look at you the way you looked at him. He liked you, of course, he enjoyed your company but not the way you wanted him to. You hated that you had a crush on this man, who became even more gorgeous as he let his hair grow over the last few years, you also hated how he neatly parted it to the left.
Patrol with him was both a treat and a curse at the same time. You got to spend time with him, which made it a treat, but when you watched him- saw him in action, how aggressive he was, heat started to pool between your thighs. He was so rough and precise as he was smart; he always knew what to do under any circumstance, so you almost never worried when you went out with him. He made you feel safe, praised you and played with your heart when he responded to your flirting and nothing came out of it.
You hated it because your little "crush" on him was pathetic, for someone as confident as you. Sure, you teased and flirted with him, but one praise as simple as you did well today and you'd be melting on spot. You even tried to get with other people to distract yourself, to no avail. They weren't Joel.
None of them could ever be Joel.
"Good morning!" You said with a high pitched voice, reflecting your struggle to keep yourself up.
"To you too," He chuckled at your state and watched as you pulled yourself up slowly. "Hey, listen. Jesse ain't gonna make it to patrol today so I'm fillin' in for him."
----B
The way you faltered a little didn't escape him: "Why? Is he okay?"
"I dunno, but I'm sure he is. Something important must've come up," Joel informed you, not wanting to worry you as you seemed to care about him. A lot. Ugh.
"Tsk," You breathed out and closed your eyes to focus on keeping your head above the metal bar.
Joel then spoke again: "Yeah, I was just here to let ya know."
"Okay, well-" You exhaled audibly and suddenly let yourself go. The force of the action sent you flying a little and it almost made you bump into him: "Woah, oh, sorry-"
"Woah there," You both chuckled at the same time. Joel held you by your elbows to help you balance yourself and your heart rate picked up pace when you realised how close your face was to his chest a moment ago - the chest you wanted to get your hands on: How muscular was he? How many scars did he have there? How would it feel to run your fingers through the hair as you ro-
"Uhm, yeah, as I was saying," You snapped yourself back to reality and took a small step back, disappointed by the way his fingers let go of your arms: "I'm done here, just need to do a couple of stretches, then head back and take shower."
"Right. Well, I'll see you at the gate, then?"
"Uh, sure, yeah."
You didn't know what else to say other than stay. You wanted him near you and around you, you wanted to show off to him and you wanted his attention, so you had to think quick.
Joel didn't want to leave either, even though you were going to spend the whole day together. He still nodded and turned around to leave. It was then, when a brilliant idea crossed your mind: "Actually, Joel?" He turned around, gave you a soft look that made you want to run up to him and kiss all over his face. "Could you help me with my stretches?"
If he'd been drinking or eating anything, he most definitely would've choked: "Help you?"
"Yeah," You flashed a smile at him. "It's simple, you just gotta press me down and keep me in place." The widening of his eyes, puzzled face and his tense posture made you shy. "Eh- Normally, Jesse helped me with them."
True. Some stretches required someone to push your body to its limits - when you worked out alone, you stuck to simpler stretches, but right now, you needed a reason to have him by your side.
Joel was torn between leaving, like a responsible person who knew when to walk away would. He was responsible, yes, but his moral compass was thrown out of the window whenever you joined the picture. So far, he wanted to think he was handling his emotions well- by not acting on them and not talking about them.
Now, however, it was as if he was facing the last straw. He had a few boundaries left to cross, and this was one of them.
"Plus, I'm a bit tired to do them. Will you help me?"
Lies. All lies.
You'd been doing these stretches for long enough, even though you'd worked hard, you weren't tired at all. Joel thought this to be the case, so he tried to go around it: "You sure? I mean, how're you tired?"
"I've been training like hell this morning," You settled on the mat. "I don't wanna do these stretches, but I have to. I'm not in the mood to pull a muscle today."
That was good enough for him really: "'Kay," He sighed. "What do you need me to do?"
Your eyes glowed in excitement before you faced forward and explained: "Im gonna lean forward, like this-" You extended your legs forward and lowered yourself down. "All you gotta do is press on my back and stop me from moving away for a few seconds."
A few seconds which felt like five minutes, truth be told.
As soon as he touched your bare back, you sighed, then forced it into a hiss. He immediately retreated his hands, thinking he hurt you, pushing the ludicrous idea that you might have moaned away immediately.
His hands were big and a little cold comparing to your skin which was on fire after the workout, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't do that on purpose. You straightened up and looked at him with an innocent smile: "Your hands are cold."
Not cold enough to make you react like that, obviously.
Joel offered an awkward chuckle from the back of his throat: "You're gonna have to deal with it, missy."
And deal with it you did- barely. Christ, that was a bad idea, your worst one yet. To have his hands on your bare skin, pressing you down made your cheeks burn and mouth hang open as he kept you in place. You almost didn't hear him when he spoke, too busy trying to comprehend the size of his hands and how they'd feel around your throa-
"How many of these do you gotta do?"
"Uh, dunno," You blurted out. "Not too many."
Joel was partly glad, it felt so wrong yet it was just a simple act of help you could've asked from anyone. After 20 seconds of staying like that, you straightened. You went into a head-to-knee position and gave him an okay to press you down again.
You switched to the other leg after half a minute, but you were running out of ideas. There weren't any positions left that you could use his help with, so you played one last card to ruin him: "More."
"W-What?"
Good riddance.
"Press a little harder," You pretended to focus and tried your best not to smirk, knowing you had him where you wanted.
"Oh- hm," He cleared his throat and pressed a little more down on your back. If your plan hadn't backfired and made you almost moan through your teeth, everything was going accordingly.
Joel went to pull back, but stopped when you added: "It's been a while since I did these..."
Christ.
"That enough?" He slowly retreated his hands and stood up, watching you lean up where you sat.
"Yup, that'll be it," You smiled and blinked a couple of times. If Joel had known better, he would've thought you were making him do that, then being all cute on purpose-
It was going to be a long day.
----R
Patrol with the older Miller went as normally as it always was. Part one usually went like this: Meet up at the gate, get your rifles and horses, ride out, reach checkpoint one and sign your names. The road to checkpoint one didn't have any trouble, it usually never did. It was more quiet between you two than usual though. Had you gone too far?
"So, uh," You said once the two of you mounted your horses again. "You coming to the dance tonight?"
"What?" He snapped his head in your direction, looking clueless. "What dance?"
"Well, not a dance exactly but- you know what I mean?" You started riding. "The adults only event?"
He looked really distracted, a bit tense even: "Oh, right. You know those ain't my thing."
"I know," You nodded with a soft smile. "But I haven't seen you in any event ever since you decked Seth."
"Decked?" Joel chuckled bitterly at the memory.
"He deserved it, and more, that prick," You rolled your eyes, making him chortle.
"And nobody managed to shut up about it for the whole month," He sighed with a gorgeous yet tired smile on his face which you managed to see just in time. "So, no thanks. I'll pass."
"Aw, come on," You whined. "You can't avoid coming to these events forever. Please?"
He gave you a confused look, his smile slowly disappearing but not in a bad way: "Why?"
A good question. Oh, no reason, just wanna try and make a move on you, quite possibly jump your bones if it all goes well.
"I wanna make sure you haven't lost your ability to socialise." You offered.
"Really? Why, you're my momma now?"
"Ew, no," You both laughed. "Can't I be sure my friend is alive and well occasionally?"
----J
Friend.
A word that made Joel stop and think.
You saw him as a friend, huh? Two people, with clear sexual tension and an obvious age gap between them- Friends was an awkward description for him, but it was better than nothing.
He opened his mouth to reply, to insist that he was indeed alive and well, but you stopped him: "You know what I mean."
The conversation was making him a little distracted, he noticed, so he decided to keep his mouth shut until you reached checkpoint two. You didn't press him on, which was also a delight. That's another thing he liked about you: You knew your bounds- in patrol anyways. Or maybe it was because you got to know him well over the time, knew what he liked or not.
Part two went quieter too- infected and conversation wise. Not even a single runner was on sight as you swept through the small cabins and houses. Except for the occasional clear's and nothing here's, you didn't say anything else. Joel itched to talk to you, about anything to break the silence, but he was too lost in thought.
When you finally made it back to Jackson, you finally spoke up: "So? You coming?" He chuckled, mostly out of relief, then you added: "I found a new outfit, I wanna know what you think."
That caught Joel's attention. With a curious smile, after handing over your horses, he asked: "What outfit?"
"You'll see... If you come." You smirked, your close proximity making Joel's heart race.
"Don't get your hopes up," He sighed with a small grin and tucked his thumb behind his belt, the other one gripping the strap of his rifle.
"You're the worst," You punched his shoulder with mock upset, making him chortle and stumble a little to the right. "Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow then."
Joel remained quiet, then you walked away with a soft smile gracing your lips. The words sunk deeper than he would've liked, a sudden wave of guilt soaking his guts with regret, even though you didn't sound disappointed or upset. Lips pursed, he watched you hand your rifle to Peter and sign off, then leave; his steps coming to a halt as you did.
He just might check out what was up at the dance tonight, if he could successfully move himself out of his comfort zone in the following few hours.
----R
"Well well, look who it is," Tommy grinned when you approached the doors of the pub. The night had settled across the sky by the time you stepped outside your place. The sound of music and chatter of the people from inside filled your ears.
"Yours truly," You smirked. "It's crowded in there huh?"
"It sure is," Tommy said as he turned around to lead you inside. "Adults only events tend to attract more people, as y'can guess. Don't you look pretty today."
"Why thank you." You smiled playfully: "For no one, but myself, at that."
You lied through your teeth. You had dressed up in the silly hope that Joel would actually show up. You had been planning on it ever since you came across the item wrapped around your hips in an abandoned clothes shop a few weeks ago, and this event was the perfect excuse for you to wear it. For him.
"I ain't sayin' nothing!" Tommy raised his hands up in defense. "Figured that much, haven't seen anyone catch your interest in a long time."
Ha. Nice.
The atmosphere was lively and the air was warm, full of energy. Chatter and dancing went about the packs of people scattered across the space, but you couldn't see Joel, much to your disappointment - you weren't surprised though. What surprised you was Jesse suddenly showing up.
"Where's Ellie and Dina?" You asked after a while of teasing him about missing patrol.
"They decided to stay behind, I guess." He shrugged.
"What can I get y'all?" Tommy smiled, suddenly appearing behind the counter. Without waiting for an answer, he filled two glasses and pushed them towards you. You and Jesse looked at each other for a brief moment, before knocking it back at one go. "Woah there..."
A round of laughter later, you felt someone's presence behind you, then they tapped you on the shoulder: "Hey, (Y/N)!"
Much to your disappointment, once more, it was a boy named Mark. He was a year older than you, had no features whatsoever matching Joel's prettier ones and he took an obvious liking to you, which in truth you didn't appreciate, even though he wasn't weird about it or anything. You faked a smile and turned to him a little: "Hi."
"Good to see you," Sure. "How, uh, how are you?"
"Busy, actually," You pointed at the glass Tommy was refilling for you.
"Mind if I join?" He made himself comfortable on the stool next to you.
"Yeah. I do." Your smile never faded but your words were laced with poison.
He looked between you, Tommy and Jesse, mortified at your answer: "W- Heh, well, would you wanna dance later, then-?"
"No, I don't." You spoke calmly and turned to face Jesse again, only for him to move to tap you on the shoulder, which Tommy stopped from happening.
"Why don't you go home, huh?" He grabbed his wrist firmly, but not hard enough to leave a bruise of course. "The lack of oxygen in your brain's clearly stoppin' you from understandin' a word as simple as no."
You looked over at the younger Miller, a stern look on his face which seemed to make Mark piss himself. Suddenly, an even deeper voice was heard behind the boy: "I advise you to listen to him, son."
You turned completely in your seat to see Joel grabbing Mark by the shoulders, making him jump, then remove him from the seat carefully. Mark's legs were quick to oblige, making him walk towards the exit, but Joel held him in place: "A-ah, what do you say to the lady?"
"I'm s-sorry, (Y/N)," He nodded quickly. "I'll never disturb you again, I promise."
"Good boy," Joel patted him on the back, which sent him running to the door. Your cheeks were suddenly burning and you couldn't help but smile shyly.
"Tsk, what a jackass," Tommy nodded disapprovingly as Joel took the now empty space next to you.
"You decided to show then, huh?" You smirked at Joel.
"Yeah, figured you'd break someone's wrists and make 'em eat it," He chuckled, tipping his head at his brother in a greeting -God he looked so handsome, was that a new shirt?- before he continued: "Decided it'd be a shame to miss it."
You giggled and lightly pushed at his arm, almost immediately feeling the muscles underneath the rolled up sleeve of his blue shirt: "I'll take that as a I came because you asked and I listened for once." The exchange, obviously, didn't go unnoticed by his brother and Jesse, which made you sit upright suddenly: "Tommy was the one who was gonna break his wrist anyways..."
"Nobody gets to disturb anyone here, especially right in front of me," He said and slid a glass to his brother.
Jesse joined in: "I doubt it, but should he ever-"
"Aw, you guys are spoiling me," You grinned and waved your hand down, pressing the other onto your chest.
----J
You looked beautiful. You were wearing a plain, dark green, mid-thigh, flare skirt; which could pass as a miniskirt, but Joel was no fashion expert. You always did come up with the rarest clothing items (like your sports set that morning), so he wasn't surprised that you happened across the skirt. You also had a simple, white, v-neck t-shirt on- which all in all was the reason you left Joel speechless: You could be wearing something as simple as these, but you'd still look so damn pretty.
A few minutes later, after Jesse and Tommy disappeared in different directions and you were finally left alone, Joel spoke up: "Is this the-"
"What made you-" You gave each other a brief look before chuckling: "You go first."
"Ah, I was gonna ask if this was the outfit you wanted me to see," He said, briefly looking down to point at your skirt.
He watched you run a hand through your hair and bite your bottom lip before answering: "Yeah..." You got up and stuffed your hands in your pockets, which made Joel's heart sizzle. "What do you think?"
He gave you a genuine smile: "I think you look beautiful."
The shock on your face made Joel panick a little, but when you offered a shy little smile, he relaxed: "You- Really?"
He gave you a single, slow nod in acknowledgement, his smile grew bigger when you beamed at him and offered him a quiet thank you, then sat back. You were staring hard at your glass, clearly avoiding his gaze and he found it rather cute, but didn't comment on it.
He was looking forward to chat with you, after all, you were the reason why he showed up, but you were unfortunately dragged away by a couple of friends, Jesse included...
To dance.
An upbeat song he didn't recognise started playing, putting you and another boy, Mick, to action. Everyone backed away to give you two space, then started off with what seemed to be something you'd been practicing for a while. You mirrored each other's moves, it was similar to some folk dance he'd watched way before the outbreak, but it most definitely wasn't a folk dance. Your arms linked occasionally, hands on your hips as you crossed each other's legs with fast movements and other types of moves Joel couldn't name if he tried, but it was organised and fun to watch. It wasn't intimate, too, just a silly little dance as you called it minutes later when you finished and walked to the bar for a drink. You didn't stay long, though, just downed your drink, winked at him and went back to the stage where you and Mick (but mostly you) stole the show.
It went on for two more rounds, to the point your t-shirts were absolutely soaked and your legs couldn't take it anymore. Joel had a particularly hard time in his seat, watching your skirt float around your thighs made him feel embarrassed with himself. Tommy even went as far as to tease him about his constant squirming, but a glare from his older brother was enough to shut him up.
The last dance finished off with you in Mick's arms, leaning back in his hold and closing your eyes with laughter. Everyone clapped you both, which earned you a kiss on the cheek from Mick- which you returned. Joel's jaw clenched unintentionally, even though you and him didn't appear to be more than friends.
Stop. Stop it, you idiot.
He couldn't care less about these types of things, drama about who's dating who and whatnot, but when it came to you he naturally grew curious.
He watched you, eyelids struggling to keep themselves open as Jesse led you and helped you onto the stool, next to Joel once more. You huffed and giggled, eyes closed with sweat droplets on your forehead. He couldn't help it when his smile grew wider at your tipsy state.
What he didn't see coming was the sudden hand on his thigh and your back against his arm, letting your head drop onto his shoulder as you let out a brief laugh: "Never let me dance and drink at the same time again."
Joel didn't know what to say, he quickly looked around for Jesse only to find him already gone and a couple of people staring at the both of you. With a rush of panic, he responded: "I don't think I'm the one you should say that to, darlin'."
Your hand and the rest of your body immediately retreated when you jumped at his voice: "Joel?!" You looked a little embarrassed and he couldn't help but smirk. "Uh, where's Jesse?"
The question almost made him scrunch up his face, but he patiently waited until the end of the conversation, which was after you've walked away to find the boy in question and he was alone with his own thoughts... Jealousies...
"He dropped you off and went over there, I think." Joel nodded to the direction he thought Jesse went off to - he didn't see though, he was too busy focusing on you when your fingertips had brushed somewhere dangerously near his crotch.
"Huh," You stared around to find him, but Joel figured you were too intoxicated to actually see that far. "You need to stop wearing the same clothes."
He raised a brow at that: "You tell him that."
"Oh I will," You grinned mischievously and suddenly grabbed Joel's glass of whiskey from his hand, then downed it at one go before he could intervene.
"Hey!" He tried to grab the glass from you but you leaned back. "I think you've had enough for the night."
"Says who-?" You pouted and at the very same time, lost your balance, realising that you leaned a little too back. However, Joel caught you; one hand on your arm, the other on your waist and he pulled you back - he didn't know if you did it purposefully, but you practically fell into his body: "Oh! I'm sorry-" You laughed, not looking sorry at all. "Thanks, Joel," You purred, extending the 's' and the 'l' at the end of each word as you grabbed onto his biceps. "You saved me."
"Pfft," Joel couldn't help but let his hand linger on your waist as he made sure you stood in place. Your eyes met when you lifted your head from his chest - the meaning behind his hazel gaze and your own was similar and it lasted for what felt like a whole minute, while in reality it was no longer than a few seconds.
You finally let his arms go and he took it as his cue to remove his hand from your waist (which, for a moment, felt like it had been glued there): "So... You enjoying yourself, old man?"
Joel sighed through his nose, amused at how the alcohol in your system was slowing your speech, then went back to how he had been sitting before you came. Just when you asked, the smooth, familiar tune of Ain't No Sunshine started playing. After all the excitement, a slower music felt nice: "Sure. You?"
"Oh I sure am," You nodded and leaned back against the counter with something of a triumphant smile.
"I can tell," Joel replied, then without turning his head, side eyed you. His stare later on moved down to your skirt. "Why'd you get all dressed up for, really?"
"Huh?" You blinked, not processing if he was asking what you thought he was.
"I, uh- just never took you for the skirt type."
"Is that so?" You asked, eyes widening. "Well, just trying on a new outfit..." You looked down and bit your lower lip, making Joel's heart skip a beat. He mentally kicked himself for not leaving right then and there and continuing to talk to you: "There's actually another reason."
"Hm?"
"There's this guy," You turned towards him, placed your arm paralleled across his on the counter and leaned forward a little, pretending to look around. His fingertips scratched against the wooden surface of the counter at the mention of this guy in question. "I don't know his name, but maybe you do?"
He just raised a brow when you looked at him innocently: "He's a bit old, around this tall," Your hand went back and forth in the air as you tried to size the man's height in your mind. "Has pretty, long, graying hair with an also graying beard... A little scar on his nose," You looked at him and leaned in a little more, invading his personal space but not touching him, then pointed at the exact spot on your nose and it was then, Joel realised, that you were indeed describing himself. "He's wearing this blue shirt and, honestly, it would look better on him if he opened another button or two."
I know, I know
Hey I oughta leave young thing alone
But ain't no sunshine when she's gone
He wanted to counter, tease you back, lean down and taste your lips, then place a kiss or two on your neck and bite it softly just to hear you moan quietly into his ear- he also needed to get his shit together, as much as he wanted to do all of that.
He couldn't quite believe his self control when he leaned away from you, especially since the tip of your noses almost touched and he felt your hot breath on his lips. He cleared his throat and quickly looked around to see if anyone was looking- no one had seen the rather intimate interaction so he spoke: "I don't know who that is."
The disappointment on your features was like a knife twisting up in his guts. You blinked a couple of times, but didn't lean back: "S- Sure you do..."
"I don't," Joel insisted, his voice stern. "Maybe you should look for someone else."
Your disappointment turned into embarrassment and anger, making you frown and lean back: "Excuse me."
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime she goes away
And with that, you got up and stormed away, leaving Joel wanting, aching and ashamed.
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
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