#but i tried to make em look like a paper cut out

[lyss-butterscotch]

Enot in the style of Madoka Magica's witches

#freaky lil guy deserves a freaky lil depiction #but i tried to make em look like a paper cut out #i think it looks fine ????? #cursed lyss piece be upon thee #rain world #lyss art #my art #slugcat #rw enot #rw inv #pmmm #madoka magica #rw crossover #crossover #cw bright colors #cw eyestrain #ps i hope yall know like everything except the cat is screenshots #the egg and the eyes are real #:3

[moralesmilesanhour]

teamwork (makes the dream work...?) pt. 4

Summary:

wc: 1k+

A/N: um hii sorry for updating a lil late 😅 but I got really into writing this esp at the end. We're almost done! As always feel free to comment your thoughts and reactions, or send them to my inbox! Thanks for reading :)

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Song: It's Only a Paper Moon - Ella Fitzgerald (totally optional to listen while you read, if you like that sort of thing)

The small plastic bag carrying your lunch swung from your wrist as you pushed the door to the counselor’s office open.

"Thanks again for helping me organize around here," said the woman standing beside you.

"No problem, Ms. Keene!"

By the time you stepped inside, Miles was already sitting at the round table in the middle of the room.

The boy spoke first as soon as your eyes met.

"Hey," he greeted you flatly. His stare wasn't too far off from the look of curiosity you get from a stray cat that isn't certain whether you're trying to give it food or not; neither malicious nor particularly excited.

You tilted your head in surprise.

"Hey, you in trouble or something?"

Miles shook his head.

"Ms. Keene lets me have lunch in here."

"You two know each other?" The tall, dark-skinned woman asked. Though she had asked you both, she beamed at Miles as she spoke. He glanced back and forth between you and the woman.

"Kinda."

She clasped her manicured hands together. 

"I'm glad you're starting to make friends again. That's progress. Enjoy your lunch," Ms. Keene said as she spun on her heel to leave, her short bob cut bouncing along with her.

"And put on those glasses!"

Miles rolled his eyes as the door shut with a click.

"Everybody's on your case about these glasses, dude. Just put 'em on," you said as you sat down next to him.

"Don't need 'em."

"Okay," you pointed to the analog clock hanging directly across from him, "tell me what time it is without using your phone."

He scoffed.

"Easy, it's…"

The boy stood, and squinted so hard that his nose scrunched. He heard you laughing through your nose behind him after a minute and soon dropped back down to his seat, hands raised in resignation.

"Alright, you got me. But who's looking at the damn clock all day?"

"Sitting in the back of the classroom with no glasses on is nuts, Miles. What's so bad about them?”

Miles pouted in indignation, "They make me look like Steve Urkel.”

“They can’t be that bad,” you said, grabbing the case from next to him and prying it open. “Lemme see.”

“Nope.”

“Just this once!”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Please?”

The boy sighed, then took the glasses from you with a wary expression. He looked at them like they were a moldy piece of bread before finally putting them on.

“Happy?”

Neon green color aside, the glasses were truly not that bad. The thick lenses framed his face and made him look younger. The boy blinked, awaiting your verdict.

“Awww, you look like a little nerd!”

“Don't start with that,” Miles shook his head, a grin spreading across his face in spite of himself. He swiped them off of his face and took the case from you.

“It’s not a bad thing,” you said over a bite of your sandwich, “you look cute in them.”

He froze, a hand instinctively flying up to scratch the nape of his neck before turning his gaze in the other direction. You could still see the impression of his dimples peeking out from the side.

“Don’t get a big head over it, now,” you elbowed him gently. He quickly changed the subject.

“I’m finna tell Ms. Keene that you’re distracting me.”

Miles was now hunched over his notebook again. He had his homework sheet covering one page, but you could tell he was sketching. When you tried to look over his shoulder, he frantically shut it closed.

“Can you not be nosy for five minutes?”

“My fault, bro, damn.”

Miles continued to draw quietly for almost the entirety of calculus, never once allowing you to peek at it. He didn’t pause until you lightly tapped his arm.

The boy flinched at the sudden contact, but you had his attention.

“I’m stuck on this problem you wrote, just this one. Help me out?”

He tapped his pen lightly on the desk in consideration. Finally, he shrugged, closing the notebook and sliding it to the side.

“Sure.”

You placed the worksheet between you and Miles, where your desks met.

“It’s this one. I’m not getting the solution you got,” you explained, placing a finger on the offending equation. 

Miles peered closely at it. His braids nearly brushed the desk as his head moved.

“You gettin’ it wrong because you forgot to distribute here,” he pointed. “Everything has to distribute.”

You nodded as the gears in your head got to turning again. “Thanks.”

-

“Ma!” Miles whined as he took his plate of yellow rice and peas from the table.

“I’m just saying! La chica es muy linda, sigues mirándola. Don’t do anything crazy up there, understand?”

You were far from fluent, but the first bit of the brown woman’s sentence made a shy smile grace your features.

“This looks so good, thanks Mrs. Morales.” you said as you grabbed your own plate, carefully carrying it with both hands. 

“No problem, baby,” the woman replied, gently smacking the back of her son’s head before sending you both upstairs. “Same time as usual.”

“Your mom’s nice,” you remarked once you entered Miles’ room.

“You just sayin’ that ‘cuz she gassed your head up,” Miles laughed.

“Whatever. I’m ‘bout to fuck this plate up!”

“Not on my bed, I hope.”

The boy gave you a warning glance.

“Relax, you see me sitting?” 

You blew on a spoonful of rice before trying it, and the flavor nearly made your eyes pop out of your skull.

“Your momma went crazy in that kitchen.”

“M-hm,” was all Miles could reply as he shoveled the rice into his mouth, already halfway through the plate.

Soon both of your plates had been scraped clean, and you started working after taking the dirty dishes downstairs to wash. All three calculus problems had been completed, but a small squabble broke out over the appearance of the slideshow that Miles had put together.

“It looks so boring,” you complained. “At least make the background a different color–”

“Uh-unh, you gon’ make it hard as fuck to read. I say we keep it simple,” the boy swatted your hand away from the keyboard.

“Make the title dark magenta, and you got a deal.”

He sighed, “Fine. It’s legible, I guess.”

It was still only 7:30 by the time the project was finished, and you didn’t feel like leaving behind the warmth of Miles’ home just yet.

“Can you play some music?” 

Miles spun around in his swivel chair.

“What kind?”

“I dunno, whatever you listen to,” you tilted your head at him quizzically. “What do you listen to?”

“Um,” He reached into a drawer and pulled out a small Bluetooth speaker, setting it on his desk. “Just…whatever I feel like. Lots of stuff.”

He carefully laid down on his bed next to you, making sure to maintain at least a few inches of distance.

Old jazz music began to float through the air.

“You like Ella?”

“Yeah,” he said at a near-whisper. “...I do now. Forgot what this song was called.”

“‘It’s Only A Paper Moon,’” you answered. “From ‘The War Years’. Beautiful record.”

Miles snuck a glance at the side of your face while you stared up at the ceiling. He liked the dreamy, far-off way you’d said the title.

“You sound old as fuck right now,” he commented. “Record…”

This made you burst into laughter, and Miles decided that he didn’t mind that sound, either.

“My momma always calls ‘em ‘records’, so I picked up the habit.”

“I like how you talk.”

You finally turned your head and met the boy’s eyes. The small grin playing on his face wasn’t a teasing one.

“‘How I talk?’”

“When you’re not grilling me with questions like a cop? Yeah, it’s nice.”

Not sure what to do with this new information, you turn your gaze back up to the ceiling.

“You’re a strange one, Miles,” was all you could say.

There was a brief pause before you asked,“What did you mean by ‘now’?”

Miles raised an eyebrow. “What’d I say about complete sentences?”

“Sorry,” you rolled your eyes. “You said you liked this song now, you didn’t like it before?”

He was silent for a good, long, ten seconds before answering.

“I used to not be super into jazz. Dad used to play that shit on the radio, driving me to school. I hated having to hear it the entire ride,” he laughed. “I know he’s somewhere making fun of my ass now.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, wondering if you should offer comforting words, or your condolences. Knowing Miles – at least a little – you decided against it.

“I used to listen to Ella songs when the house got too loud, or while I was eating lunch.”

“They let you listen to music down there?”

“Nah, I was eating upstairs with the English teacher after she saw me sitting by myself.”

“You still sit by yourself?”

Shaking your head, you answered, “I usually sit with Tianna, she’s usually my calc partner. This week’s kind of an exception.”

“So if it wasn’t for her, I woulda finished this shit three days ago,” he joked.

You placed your hand over your heart and gasped dramatically. “You mean you don’t enjoy being graced by my presence?”

“Hm,” Miles conceded, “I enjoy it a little.”

“Is this your way of saying we besties now?”

“Whoah, never mind. You killed the moment.”

“That was a moment?”

“Nope, forget everything I just said.”

-

Fun trivia since we're almost at the end: what book do you think Miles and the MC are reading in English class? There's no prize for answering but i'll be really excited about it. Thanks again for reading!

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[luveline]

Maybe this is a dumb request…but could you do a fic where Roan is having a really bad day (for no particular reason) and she is just kinda being fussy and behaving differently than normal and Eddie tries to figure out what’s wrong and make Roan feel better while reader falls more and more in love with the both of them. I literally think that would be the cutest ever🥰

i kind of made it so there was a reason but i hope this is still okay! ty for ur request ♥︎ fem!reader

You know it's going to be a difficult day as soon as you wake up, plagued by the absence of a small body between you and your partner. You turn on one side to slap off the alarm, and then the other to wake Eddie yourself. 

He's disturbed by the sound of the alarm but not quite there, and so you cup his face in your hand and rub a pattern into his stubbly cheek with your thumb. 

"My love," you mumble, careful not to breathe any morning breath on him. "Up and at 'em." 

"No." 

You laugh quietly and rub your forehead against his chin. "Yeah, baby. You need a shave, and Roan isn't awake." 

"I can see that. Got a distinct lack of knees in my chest." 

"And morning kisses." 

"Well, you can fix that." 

You climb onto your knees, cradle his face in both hands, and plant a perfect kiss on the tip of his nose. His hand finds your neck, and the two of you linger in place like twin statues for a stolen moment. 

"You shave, I'll get Roanie," you say. 

"Yeah." 

You make for Roan's bedroom. Sounds echo from the bathroom, the faucet running, Eddie shaking a can of shaving foam. You push open Roan's door and shut it behind you, hoping for another gentle wake up call. It can be the difference between a good day and a bad one, to be woken up sweetly. 

Picking carefully over a mess of toys and clothes, you remind yourself to clean up her explosions when you have the time, and lower yourself next to the small lump in her bed. She's still so small. 

"Macaroanie," you sing lightly, hand dropped onto her back. "It's time to get up, princess. I thought we'd have a special breakfast this morning, but we can only do that if we're quick." You rub her back, brush her hair out of her eyes. 

She shies away from your touch and hides her face in the pillow completely. 

"Come on," you say, patting her shoulder.

"No," she grumbles. 

"Come on, baby. I'll make pancakes, okay? But we have to get up now and pick your clothes." 

"No." She moves her shoulder, throwing your hand off. 

You pull your hand into your lap, feeling rather dejected, and totally unawares of what's affecting her. Thankfully, Eddie appears like a saviour, opening the door with a small piece of tissue paper stuck to his cheek. 

"Eddie," you sigh. 

"It's tiny. I was rushing." He finds his place at your side and assesses his still in bed daughter with a puzzled expression. "She sick?" 

"Don't think so." 

He cuts between you and encourages Roan's head to the side. She makes her indignation known, and Eddie says, "Let daddy feel your temperature," in his softest, kindest tone. 

He presses first the back of his hand and then the front to her skin. Practised movements. 

"You feel fine," he says, dropping his hand. "Come on, babe. I know you're tired, but we gotta get this show on the road."

She doesn't say anything, only curls in on herself.

Eddie looks at you unphased. Where you feel hopeless, unsure of what to do even though it's not the first time Roan's been in an unhappy mood, he's a pro. 

"Go do what you need to," he says to you, arms sliding under a grumbling body and hoisting her up into his chest. "I'm on Roan duty today." 

He smiles. You flash one back. 

After you're dressed and ready for work you meet them downstairs, where Eddie's somehow managed to dress himself and Roan, and is now trying to aeroplane cereal into her mouth.

"I'm not a baby," she protests. 

"You're my baby," he says, ignoring her grumpy attitude. 

She's scowling so hard she's gonna have a wrinkle between her eyebrows, and it gets worse as you leave the house. You try to smooth it away when you part, leaning down between Eddie's car and yours to give her your usual farewell kiss on the cheek. She allows it grudgingly.

"Have a good day. I love you." 

She mumbles. You pout and stand at full height, where Eddie offers an apologetic farewell all his own, squeezing your shoulder until it aches in the best way. 

"See you at six," he says. 

You nod. He kisses you, and you don't see them again until you're home. 

You worry about Roan all day. She's a happy kid, she's well-loved. She's loving. It's out of character for her to be so grumpy so you chalk it up to tiredness. 

When you get home, you plan on fulfilling your usual routine; track down Roan where she's watching cartoons on the couch, hug her within an inch of her life, find your boyfriend in the kitchen and hug him too. Eddie works less hours than you so he can be there for pick-up duty, and he's home first each day without fail. But today, there's no sign of him. 

No Roan on the couch. No cartoons. No dinner bubbling on the stove top. 

You check for his car in the driveway again and feel your lips tug down into an unabiding frown. 

"Guys?" you call.

"We're up here!" 

You toe off your shoes and bump up the stairs two at a time, more worried than anything. 

"What's going on in here?" you ask, pushing open Roan's door first. 

They're in her big princess bed, under princess silk sheets. Eddie's swapped his mechanic's coveralls for comfy clothes, and Roan is in one of her nighties. They're both on their backs, though Roan's face rests against Eddie's chest. 

"My sweethearts," you say, more to yourself than either of them. "What's wrong?" 

He runs a hand over Roan's hair. "Can I tell her?" 

She shakes her head and hides her eyes. 

Eddie gives you a sympathetic, sorry pout. "How was work?" 

"It was just fine." You feel behind you for the doorknob. "I'll make dinner, okay? You guys stay where you are." 

Roan pushes up so she can whisper in Eddie's ear. 

Eddie hums. "Okay." He smiles, eyes creased with fondness, and says to you, "Will you come and lie down with us. We- I missed you." 

You rush to get changed and climb into bed with them, crushing Roan in a big love sandwich. Your arm curls around her on impulse, as if you could shield her from whatever it is that's irking her. She doesn't respond in any way, but she's letting you cuddle, and it's enough. 

You listen to Eddie problem solve in awe. He talks slowly, quietly, careful questions that don't probe so much as guide Roan into the answers you want to hear. How was school? And what was for lunch today? Yeah, you like spaghetti, was it as nice as the one we make at home? Aw, that's too bad. We can have spaghetti ourselves this week if you want.

He talks for at least an hour until he gets to the very root of the problem. 

"You were sitting with Melissa again?" he asks. 

You toy with a baby curl, twisting and untwisting it around your finger. Hunger gnaws at your stomach but you refuse to move. 

"Yes… She had her hair in braids again." 

"Yeah?" 

You blink, interest piqued. It's the most she's said of her own volition all day. 

"And everybody said she looked pretty." 

He looks over Roan's head at you with a winning smile, but quickly tamps it down when Roan looks up and between you both. 

"I think you'd look so pretty with braids in, Ro," you say. 

Eddie nods appraisingly. "So pretty. Is that something you want?" 

She seizes up a little, like she hadn't expected to get caught. "I don't know," she mumbles. 

Eddie beams. "You know you look amazing every day, don't you? But, babe? With braids in? I think you'd look so beautiful." 

"Super pretty," you agree with a hurried nod. 

"But dad doesn't know how to do braids," she says, sounding at a crossroads between happy and let down. 

You hold her cheek in your hand and push up onto your elbow. "I know how to do them, princess. Remember, I did them for your costume day? And daddy can learn." 

"I can. You can have your hair whatever way you want, Ro. You could shave it all off-" He stops at your broken-hearted gawping. "Or, you know, something less drastic." 

Roan smiles like everythings been solved. Then, too soon, her tiny smile fades back into indifference, and she curls up like a pill bug. 

You're lost. 

Eddie, not so much. "You don't need different hair to be pretty." 

"Nobody at school calls me pretty," she says. 

You hold your breath. 

"Sweetheart…" He sits up and Roan hides in the space behind his back. He turns around, scoops her up, and kisses the top of her head. "Is your mom pretty?" 

Your heart literally soars, worse when Roan looks over his shoulder at you and says, "Yes," without hesitation. 

"Do you tell her that every day?" 

"...No." 

"No, we don't. We don't always remember to tell her, but that doesn't mean she isn't beautiful." He pulls her face away from his collar to smile at her. "Your friends don't always remember to tell you, but that doesn't mean you're not pretty. But I'm your dad, and I'm literally the smartest guy alive, and I say you look pretty every day." He tucks a curl behind her ear. "'Kay?" 

Your heart is a puddle in your chest, melted. 

"Okay." 

"Feel a little better?" 

She deliberately visually, eyes up to the ceiling. "Can we have spaghetti tonight? They don't make it nice like you, with the bread." 

"They don't, huh?" He smirks, charmed. 

"They really don't," you say.

They remember you're there, and both of them light up. Roan wiggles to be put down and makes her way on top of your chest, a weight you wouldn't trade for anything. "Oof," you say, wrapping your arms around her. "There's my girl." 

Eddie makes spaghetti. You get your after school cuddle. All's right with the world, until that night when Eddie keeps you up late for braiding lessons. 

"I'm a deadbeat," he says morosely, hair full of clumsy plaits of different lengths and tightness. 

You shake your head, head heavy with fatigue but entirely sincere. "You're the best dad in the world." 

—

more eddie and roan

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[mengy007]

For my therian friends out there who miss hunting!

Here’s a realistic prey tutorial:

-Get some strawberries, if you don’t like strawberries, Raspberries will work too, I just prefer Strawberries because raspberries are too soft and I like to munch.

-slice the strawberry into halves or fourths depending on the size of prey you want

-make sure to dry the fruit, make sure no excess water is dripping off!

-get a papertowel (I’d say one per two prey) and tear it in half hamburger style, then wrap the fruit in the paper towel burrito style (make sure it’s more on one side!) and twist the long back so it looks like the tail of a mouse, twist the front so the fruit doesn’t come out!

-hide these around your house (don’t forget about em! Don’t want ants! If you tend to forget things write down how many there are supposed to be and don’t hide them in very complex or dirty spots!)

-you can hunt them any way you’d like but here are multiple ways:

1. Try to find them from the very first one you placed down to the very last one you place down, see if you can remember.

2. Since we (sadly) don’t have as good smell as an animal, tie a long string or thread to a mouse and wind it around a bit anywhere really, then cut the string off at a random point, this way when you re-find the string it’ll be like catching and tracking the scent! (Works for me, not sure if it works for anyone else, also bonus points if the string is scented with perfume or smth :D)

3. Use them to practice pouncing, it can help you be more accurate and you get a tasty snacc :D

-how to eat:

1. Just use your mouth or claws to tear open the papertowel and make sure to spit it aside, then just eat the fruit inside, easy :D

-Happy hunting! Hope this helps! ^w^

(Pls comment or reblog if you tried this out!)

#therian #otherkin #otherhearted #catkin #wolfkin #foxkin #therianopy #i love this thing

[w-wolfhard]

hi would u write for rodrick heffley? i’m living off of crumbs lmaoooo

paring : rodrick heffley x f!reader.

warning(s) : none.

a/n : yall oh em gee i havent been on tumblr in so long holy shit😭 missed y'all😪 also i'm writing f!reader cus thats what im used to but if ya need me to write it differently i could try and do so 🫡🫡

in which y/n & rodrick try to bake cookies for a thanksgiving party but fail horribly.

it was thanksgiving weekend and rodrick's family next door was throwing a party. everyone had to bring a dish if they wanted to enter, so there you were; in your house next door, trying to bake a batch of last minute cookies with rodrick.

he pulled out the cookie dough from the fridge, slapping the package on the counter, "soooo.." he sighed. "do you know how to do this?" rodrick questioned, looking at the package of cookie dough as if it were a question from his previous math test.

"sure i do!" you said hesitantly. "you just have to– i dunno." you sighed as well.

"well okay.. that's fine. that's alright! neither of us know how to bake fucking cookies but that's decent!" he tried to be enthusiastic but he just sounded stupid.

"rodrick no, we're being fucking dumb. we don't even have to make the cookie dough. how are we gonna fuck this up if the cookie dough is already made?!" you rambled, slapping the cookie dough.

"i don't know man! it's you and i, and we could never cook!"

"we've never even tried cooking, dumbass!" you slapped your forehead. "y'know what, directions exist for a reason; let's read the directions." you told him, taking a deep breath.

"nuh-uh! directions are for babies, y/n. we're highschoolers, we can do this without that dumb shit." he scoffed.

"yeah, we're highschoolers that don't know how to bake cookies," you bit the inside of your cheek. "if you don't wanna read the directions then be the director! go on, i'll follow."

"fine! then i will," he folded his arms. "why dont we just roll up the cookie dough into a ball, place it on a paper plate then pop it in the oven?" he said proudly. "ya ever thought of that smartass?"

"i'm glad i haven't, 'cause what in the world kind of plan was that. you sound like a kindergartener rodrick." you narrowed your eyes at him and he looked at you offended. "seriously?! a big ball of cookie dough, on a paper plate, in the oven? we'll blow up or something!"

"will not!" he argued.

"gosh, i'm dating someone insane," you muttered.

"well do you got a better plan? 'cause if you do, i'd like to hear it." rodrick scoffed.

"how 'bout we, i dunno, read the directions?"

he groaned, giving in. "fine. just so we can get this over with so we could finally feast back at my house."

you chuckled and picked up the package, reading what it says; step #1 – get a trey. step #2 – put small pieces of dough onto the trey. step #3 – bake the cookies in the oven at 350° for 10-12 minutes. step #4 – take them out let them sit for a bit & feast on your cookies!

"that's basically what i said—"

"that's the complete opposite of what you said." you cut him off, shaking your head. you both did as the directions said; rodrick handed you the trey and you covered it with parchment paper while rodrick was preheating the oven. you and rodrick made small balls of dough together and placed them on the trey, spaced out good enough.

once they finished doing all that, rodrick popped the trey of cookies into the oven and closed it. once they finished, they pumped their fists in the air, celebrating. "woohoo! we so just did that!" you gave him a high five.

"definitely! i can't wait for them to be done!"

"yup, then we can finally go to your place and feast on the funnel cake your mom made." you licked your lips.

you both cheered and went over to the couch in your living room and watched tv. you guys were so indulged in the movie that was playing that you forgot about the cookies. except the smell reminded the both of you. "rodrick! the cookies!" it's definitely been over 10-12 minutes since you guys last popped those in the oven.

"fuckfuckfuck" rodrick hurriedly took out the cookies which looked burnt but still looked edible. you both sighed, "well we tried?"

"did we rodrick, did we?"

"yes we did." he nodded slowly. " atleast that's what we'll tell them," he chortled, grabbing two paper plates and stacking the cookies on it neatly, he made his way to the front door while you followed. he handed you one of the plates, as he unlocked the front door, "after you m'lady."

"never call me that again," you both laughed and he shut the door behind him locking it. he picked a cookie from the top of the stack, "cheers to shitty cookies on thanksgiving?"

you chuckled and grabbed the cookie on the top of your stack, "cheers to shitty cookies on thanksgiving." you clinged your cookies together and then took a bite.

god were they burnt.

you both forced yourselves to choke it down. "i'll stick to your mom's funnel cake." you sighed as rodrick unlocked his front door.

"yeah same."

susan answered with a grin, "hello y/n! come in, come in!" she stared down at your cookies and her grin morphed into a different look, "are those edible?" she motioned to the cookies in your guys' hands.

"well yeah, but i advise that you don't eat them. leave it to the little ones to chow it down." you snorted and rodrick nodded in agreement.

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x you #rodrick heffley x y/n #diary of a wimpy kid #doawk #doawk rodrick #✿┊𝐬𝐞𝐛'𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬!

[oswildin]

Caring: Brain & Heart (Joel Miller x Reader)

Summary: Letting others care for you was a challenge. In the world you lived in, it was hard to let your guard down… But when you and Joel come into each others lives, those walls begin to come down.

Warnings: Violence, Injury, Age Gap, Swearing

Help me when I'm at a loss for words

Bring up all my memories

Folder please, in the temporal lobe

Knowing Joel Miller was an accident. A mere accident. Something you didn’t expect to happen. Especially not in a world as fucked as the one you lived in. Getting yourself caught up in dangerous shit, just to get by. And here you were, standing in front of your angry boss. Your last deal had gone south, meaning no win for the boss, meaning no win for you.

Standing in your shitty little rundown apartment, you were faced with your boss. He was fuming, you could see it in his eyes. But his face remained calm. And so did his tone, which only frightened you more. FEDRA had a tight grip on ration cards, offering the worst jobs possible in exchange for a days worth of food. Supplies were short, and times were tough. You had to do what you could to survive.

“So…” Your boss, Stanley, spoke as he sat on your sofa that was falling apart. “What happened?” He gave you a sympathetic stare, one you knew he was faking. You tried to hold your ground, clearing your throat as you folded your arms across your chest.

“The guy you sent me to meet, he wasn’t there.” You told him. “But a FEDRA guard was. They didn’t see me, but they must’ve known about the deal.” You offered, sighing as his jaw clenched.

“And how would’ve they have known that?” He pried, leaning forward. “Hm?” He narrowed his eyes. “Unless somebody told them…” His tone was accusatory. You glared at him.

“Stan, I rely on these little jobs you give me to get by. Why the hell would I rat you, let alone myself, to FEDRA?” You snapped as he shook his head.

“People will do anything for a price.” He stood, making his way to stand before you. You didn’t falter.

“Well lucky for you, I ain’t one of them.” You said sternly. “Besides, it was your guy who didn’t show. I don’t suppose you’ve interrogated him?” You pushed. “Maybe he’s the rat. Lord knows you don’t half know how to pick em.” You knew that was a stupid thing to say, but you were always quick with your tongue before thinking. Your boss almost growled as his hand shot out, gripping you tightly by your jaw, holding you in place as he stared down at you.

“You better watch that tongue of yours before I cut it out.” He threatened. “Would be such a shame for a pretty thing like you to lose it.” You tried to struggle. “Never undermine me again, got it?” He shook your head slightly, forcing you to nod at him. He dropped your jaw, as you stumbled slightly, reaching up to gently rub where he had held you. He reached into his jacket pocket, revealing a substantial sized baggy, as he threw it down on a nearby table. You eyed it, seeing a load of pills inside. “Lucky for you, I give second chances.” He smirked. “Drop this off to the address on the paper in the bag.” He began to walk towards the door. “Oh and (Y/N)…” You turned to look at him. “Don’t fuck this up.” And with that he left you.

You swore under your breath, kicking a nearby chair in frustration. Walking over to the baggy, you opened it, taking out the paper he’d mentioned as you looked at the address written down. It was another apartment building, not far from you. But you couldn’t go during the day, it was too risky for a guard to stop and search you. That meant having to find a way to sneak out after dark.

Thankfully, you’d managed it. Staying out of sight, you made it into the building, climbing the stairs to the apartment you were ordered to go to. Knocking on the door, you looked over your shoulder, making sure no one saw you, keeping your hood up. After a brief few seconds, the door opened, as you barged inside, pushing past the figure who stood before you.

Once inside, you took down your hood, as you turned to see a man. One you vaguely recognised from around the QZ. He was rugged, and handsome, wearing a plaid shirt and jeans with greying hair and a beard. You took the baggy out from under your hoodie, throwing it down on the dining table.

“Gift from Stanley.” You told him. “I guess you’re expecting a delivery.” He seemed to analyse you, staring you up and down with a hard glance.

“Ain’t you a bit young to be doing all this?” He finally spoke, his voice monotone. You shrugged.

“Ain’t you a bit old to be doing all this?” You quipped back, causing him to raise a brow in your direction.

“Quite the smart ass aren’t we…” He mumbled, as you folded your arms.

“I’ve been told I have a certain charm.” You gave him a tight smile. You glanced round the dimly lit apartment, your eyes landing on an open can of beans that sat on the table. Without saying a word, you picked the can up, peeking inside before grabbing the spoon that was sat in it and taking a spoonful, shoving it into your mouth. Instantly you pulled a face, realising the taste was awful, guessing it was well past it’s sell by date before putting it back down. You looked back at the stranger, who stared at you with an unimpressed look.

“Do you often barge into peoples home, throw drugs on the table, insult their age and eat their food?” He asked, his own arms folding over his chest.

“Funny enough, this is the first.” You sweetly smiled at him, before pulling out one of the chairs and sitting in it. He stared in slightly disbelief, and irritation. “I’m (Y/N), by the way.” You offered.

“I’m Joel, and you were just leaving.” He nodded towards the door.

“I can’t go back now.” You told him. “Guards everywhere. I took my window of opportunity, shift swapping time.” You explained.

“I don’t care.” He gruffly told you. You stayed silent, still being nosey around the place as he simply stared.

“Has anyone told you it’s rude to stare?” You teasingly asked, causing the man to scoff, placing his hands on his hips as he looked down at you.

“You’re one to talk.”

False lovin', when I was illogical

Didn't know they held each other's hands 'cause they made one whole

Brain stem, yells temperature

Arise now, sweat, raindrops down my silky flesh

And that was how you met Joel. It was how you came into his life. Joel was grumpy, hard, and occasionally cold. You could see the walls he’d built up. Walls that most people had built up. Either due to losing a loved one, shielding themselves from reality, looking out for themselves or just the simple fact it was easier to act like they didn’t care than admit they cared more than most. Your hunch told you Joel was all of them. You didn’t know much about his past. He never would open up. The only things you knew about the man was that he was from Austin, he had a brother called Tommy and he had his fingers in a lot of pies. You don’t know what drew you to Joel. Whether it was the mystery that surrounded him, his ‘I don’t give a shit’ attitude or whether he just made you feel safe. Something you hadn’t felt in years. Even living in the QZ didn’t ease the feeling of fear and dread, especially when you dealt with the guys you did.

You’d often show up at Joel’s after dark, usually unannounced at the same time every evening. It became routine. Hell, Joel seemed to even begin to somewhat enjoy the company, although he’d never admit that to you. Often you’d both just sit around listening to old cassettes he’d collected, him laying on the sofa with his eyes closed as you nosied around the place. You’d also often have little back and forth comments at each other. It became almost endearing.

“Old man.”

“Smartass.”

“Grumpy.”

“Pain in the ass.”

Those were some of the little comments you’d throw around at each other.

But doing up my consciousness

Good, good, good now

Ability to sleep sound

Throughout the star times

An illusion, if you just remove it

Joel sat at the dining table, furrowing his brows as he glanced at the clock.

8:15PM.

You were late.

He took the last sip of his whiskey, gulping it down as he placed the glass down on the table. You were never late. He almost began to worry. Almost. He didn’t care what happened. Whether you got caught by the guards, or got hurt in the crossfire by fireflies, or if your boss had paid you a visit… He didn’t care.

He paced round the apartment, pouring himself another glass of whiskey, letting the liquor create a smooth burn down his throat. Dragging a hand down over his face, he swore under his breath. He quickly grabbed his jacket as he threw it on, exiting his apartment.

He didn’t care.

Standing outside your apartment door, he frowned as he saw the door open a crack. It was unlike you to be naive enough to leave the door open. However, after hearing a man’s voice the hairs on his neck became raised, his body becoming alert as he realised who it was in there.

“I did what you asked.” You told Stanley, watching anxiously as he looked angry. “I delivered the pills, I smoothed it over with that guard, I didn’t mention you or your guys-“ You tried, but his fist came down fast on the table in front of you, causing you to jump.

“And yet three of my guys got taken into custody!” Stanley exclaimed. “I’m down 3 men, and I’ve got people to keep happy.” Before you could do or say anything, he’d lunged towards you, grabbing your hair causing you to yelp as he dragged you round, his usual calm demeanour gone, replaced with a man who was capable of anything. He roughly threw you down, your body landing with a crash to the hard floor as you groaned. However, before anything else could happen, you heard another voice.

“Hey!”

Stanley turned, seeing Joel stood in the doorway, fire in his eyes as he stared down the man.

“What the hell do you think you’re doin?” Joel growled, as Stanley looked him up and down.

“Why don’t you mind your own business?” Stanley snarled. “Run home Joel. Go get your fix elsewhere.” You stayed put, watching the two men anxiously. You knew this wasn’t going to end well. As Stanley went to turn back his focus to you, Joel charged towards him, grabbing his shoulder to turn him back round as his fist met with your boss’ cheek, causing him to stumble back. You stared wide eyed at Joel, shocked he had even shown up in the first place. Stanley reached a hand up to touch his cheek, seeing blood on his fingers as Joel looked at him, a small smug glint in his eye.

“How about-“ Joel stepped towards him, eyes narrowed. “You run home, Stan.” He warned, causing the man to clench his jaw, anger visible in his face. Stanley turned to look down at you, sending you a sharp glare before pushing past Joel, bumping his shoulder deliberately as he waltzed out of your apartment, slamming the door behind him. You finally pushed yourself up from the floor, wincing a little as you stretched your back. Joel’s gaze finally fell on you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, slowly walking towards your dining table, pulling out a chair as you sat down.

“Well, your annoying ass didn’t show up-“ He began, eyes following you. “So I thought I’d show up at yours and steal your food for once.” You let out a small laugh, reaching out for the bottle of liquor that sat on the table, popping off the lid as you lifted it up for a swig.

“Seems fair.” You heard Joel come take a seat beside you, as you held out the bottle. He took it from your hand, taking his own swig, pulling a face after swallowing the liquid.

“Where the hell did you get this stuff?” He grimaced as you smirked.

“Yeah sorry, should’ve said-“ You took the bottle back. “It’s an acquired taste.” After a moment of silence, Joel frowned as he looked at your disheveled state.

He didn’t care.

“What did he want?” He asked, leaning back in his seat. You cleared your throat.

“He thinks I’m a rat.” You scoffed. “Me.” You shook your head. “Asshole.” Taking another swig. “He fucks up and he thinks he can just blame me.”

“You need to be careful dealing with people like him.” Joel told you as you rolled your eyes.

“Yes, thank you old man, I am aware.” You sarcastically spoke.

“I’m serious, (Y/N).” He leant forward, resting his arms on the table. “These people don’t give a shit about you. You’re a chess piece to them, a pawn in their operation.”

“You think I don’t know that Joel?!” You raised your voice slightly, tired of the lecture already. “Jesus.” You sighed. “Look, I appreciate the concern, but you know what it’s like in here. You can spend your day shovelling dead bodies and get barely enough rations to have one meal.” You ran a hand through your hair. “It ain’t enough. So you have to do what you have to do.” It was only then that Joel looked at you, fully, properly. He noticed the dark circles under your eyes, the exhaustion clear on your face, the specks of dirt that painted your skin and the slight shake in your hand from hunger. He sighed, standing up from his seat, grabbing the bottle from your hand as he placed it down, causing you to stare at him in confusion.

“Come on.” He huffed out, seeing your jacket on the arm of the sofa, grabbing it as he threw it in your direction. “You can’t stay here.” You frowned, going to argue but he sent you a look that said ‘you’re coming whether you like it or not’.

When did humans start to separate

Brain and heart as if they could stay alive alone?

Flip it around the other way

If they were apart and you had no power start or no database

Only a shell remains

What fun is it, to be so calculated

Or be taken advantage of, 'cause your heart's too trusting

Silent expressed push my head into my chest

Bind them up, forever wed

"Don't drift too far, " they said

Ah, warm water. Oh how you missed it. Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around yourself to dry off, enjoying the feeling of warmth and cleanliness. Changing into some clean clothes Joel had given you, you finally stepped out of the bathroom, a pleasant smell of food hitting your nose as you turned to see Joel sat at the dining table with two plates of food set down.

“Thought I was gonna have to send a search party for you in there.” He commented as you walked towards him. “Not exactly 5 star, but it does the job.” He nodded down to the food as you took a seat, feeling your stomach rumble at the sight. It looked like some stew of some sort, no doubt from a can, but you didn’t care, it was food.

“You didn’t have to do this.” You told him sincerely as he shrugged, beginning to dig into his own meal. “I appreciate it.” You gave a small smile, and Joel almost choked at the sincerity in it.

“Don’t do that.” He said through chewing.

“What?” You looked confused, finally picking up your own cutlery to dig in.

“Your face.” He waved his spoon at you.

“So I can’t smile at you now?” You raised a brow.

“No.” He spooned another mouthful of good into his mouth. “Not unless you say something vaguely rude beforehand.”

“Okay, fine.” You rolled your eyes, putting a mouthful of stew in your mouth. “Your food tastes shit and you look weird.” Swallowing your food, you forced a smile onto your lips as he nodded.

“Better.” You fought the urge to laugh. He fought the urge to smile.

He didn’t care.

After eating, you found yourself getting sleepy. Washing down the meal with some whiskey didn’t help that. Sat on the sofa, Joel noticed your eyes beginning to close as you leant your head on the arm of the seat, your body curling up as you laid on your side, your feet just gently touching his thigh as your breathing deepened. His lips fell into a tight line, as he slowly got up, careful not to disturb you. Walking to his bed, he grabbed a spare blanket as he went back to you, crying not to make too much noise on the loud floorboards. Gently, he placed the blanket over you sleeping form, allowing you to be comfortable and warm. He stepped back, watching you for a moment before he decided to retreat to bed himself. As he laid down, he reached over into his bedside table draw, pulling out his own small baggy as he popped one of the pills into his mouth, washing it down with a half drunk glass of whiskey.

Maybe having someone else in the apartment could help ease him to sleep.

Help me when I'm too detached and cold

Give me the vitality that I need to trust love more

Joel woke with a start, feeling his skin wet with sweat as he glanced over, seeing you still peacefully asleep. Sighing, he lifted an arm behind his head as he stared out the window. It was beginning to get light. The day was going to have to start soon.

Yawning as you cracked open your eyes, you saw beams of the sun coming in from the bedroom window. Pushing yourself up, you heard the shower running as you realised Joel must’ve been getting ready. Not too long later, the bathroom door opened, revealing a shirtless Joel as your eyes widened, feeling warmth flush to your face as you pulled your gaze away, pretending to find something fascinating on the wall ahead.

As much as you tease Joel, you couldn’t deny he was an attractive man. In a way, you picking at him was your way of being friendly. Whilst also possibly fighting off any feelings you were beginning to develop for the man.

“Mornin’.” Joel’s voice brought you back to reality as you snapped your head his direction, seeing him leant against the wall, now wearing one of his signature plaid shirts. “Sleep well?”

“Surprisingly well.” You told him. “Considering it was a sofa.” You commented.

“Yeah, I could tell.” He raised a brow, a mischievous look in his eye. “Could hear your snoring’ all night.” He teased as you flipped him off.

“I don’t snore.” You told him adamantly, finally getting off the sofa.

“Wanna go next door and ask?” He moved into the kitchen to brew himself a coffee. “Pretty sure they heard you through the walls.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” You scowled at him playfully. “What you on today?” You asked, changing the subject.

“Bodies.” He replied as you solemnly nodded. “You?”

“I’m er, going to stay clear today of work.” You told him, not letting your anxiety creep into your tone. You didn’t want him to question you. “Go home, sort some things.” He narrowed his eyes at your words, before pouring his coffee.

“Want me to walk you?” He asked, as you shook your head.

“I think I can handle walking to my building.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t.”

“Good.” You folded your arms. “Joel, I appreciate what you did for me, but I’m not some damsel in distress.” You sounded more irritated than you had meant to. You were so used to being on your own. Handling things alone. It felt wrong having someone else try and help. “I don’t need someone watching over me or coming to my rescue.”

“Hang on-“ Joel frowned, turning to face you.

“Just drop it.” You pleaded.

“For the record, I don’t think you need savin’ or any of that bullshit.” He continued. “And I’m not some knight in shining armour who’s going to be there at your every beck and call.” He was laying ground rules.

“I never asked you to.” You moved round to grab your jacket from the back of one of the chairs.

“Good.” He copied your words from earlier.

“Right, well then.” You cleared your throat. “I’ll see you later.” You marched out the door, leaving Joel alone as he sighed, placing his cup down on the side before gripping the counter.

He didn’t care.

Blood to the water, neither can fuel us alone

Fervency in my arteries, passion bloomin' through my bones

Heartstrings trigger emotion streams

You’d yet to change out of the shirt Joel had lent you. Something about it was comforting. Sighing to yourself, you mentally scolded yourself for your sharp tone with the man. You hadn’t meant to come across as… well.. Bitchy. You’d gotten so used to fending for yourself it was a hard habit to drop. To let anyone in. You hoped he understood. He’d gotten snappy with you times before…

“What’s with the watch?” You inquired, nodding at the jewellery that decorated his wrist. “It’s broken. Why keep it on?” Joel seemed to freeze at your words, instantly becoming tense.

“Sentimental value.” He simply answered, voice short as he clearly didn’t want to elaborate. However, you being you chose to make a snarky comment.

“Oh I get it.” You nodded slowly, causing him to turn to look at you, almost in shock at your words. “Sentimental value…” You repeated. “So you mean an ex lover gave it to you. She broke your heart.” You dramatically spoke, obviously trying to tease him. “You kept it for keepsakes and it just so happened it broke at the exact time she left you.” You raised a hand to your chest over your heart to add drama. However, when you saw Joel’s face you instantly dropped the act. “Joel?” You asked softly, realising you may have taken your playful teasing too far.

“Leave it.”

Stood in the kitchen of your apartment, you began to hear commotion outside. Frowning, you walked over to your window, looking out as you looked down below, only a few floors up. Looking out, you saw FEDRA guards and trucks surrounding the area you lived as you frowned. What on Earth was going on? However, before you could even think about doing anything, you were knocked to the ground, a massive bang filling your ears as the window smashed, glass falling onto your body which laid on the floor. Smoke began to rise from outside, flooding in through the now open window. Pushing yourself up, you winced, looking down at your legs as you realised amongst the bang, your building had shaken, causing a nearby shelving unit to fall down on top of you. How didn’t you feel it?

“Shit.” You whispered to yourself, trying to pull your legs from under the unit, causing pain to radiate through your body as you let out a yell. “Fuck, shit-“ You hissed.

Agape loves a journey, red rivers connect all of me

But, but be it steadfast, don't you disappoint me

Sometimes I think you're all I need, wise beyond belief

Joel threw another poor soul into the fire, being void of emotion as he kept himself detached from the job. It was cruel, but necessary. He was already in a bad mood. The incident with you before he left for work was not how he wanted to start his day. But it shouldn’t matter. No it didn’t. It couldn’t matter. He couldn’t allow himself to feel anything. Not even for you. His thoughts were disrupted, as a loud bang erupted, echoing through the walls and buildings as he frowned, turning to see rising smoke in the near distance.

“Everyone needs to get inside!” A nearby FEDRA guard exclaimed, beginning to usher workers off the streets. “There’s been a firefly attack a few streets over! Get inside!” Joel’s brows furrowed at the guards words. Something felt wrong. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach. Wiping his hands on the rag, he walked over to one of the guards he knew.

“Wheres the trouble?” Joel asked, voice low as the guard checked round for anyone listening.

“Building got hit.” The guard started. “Apartments.”

“Which ones?” Joel almost urged.

“The ones next to the old barbers place.”

Joels heart sunk. That was your building.

“Shit-“ He muttered under his breath before taking off in the direction of the commotion. The guard tried shouting after him, but it was too late. Joel was off.

You’d tried multiple times to pull at your legs, to lift the unit, but it was no use. You dreaded to think what your trapped legs looked like. But you weren’t going to give up. Coughing, you forced yourself to sit up, clenching your teeth from the pain.

“Fucking asshole fireflies!” You grunted out, feeling anger towards the group at that moment in time. Looking round, you spotted your bat you kept under the bed in case of emergencies. It was a little bit out of reach, but if you just… Reaching out you tried your best to grip the bat, your fingers brushing it as you tried to ignore the pain. After a few minutes of trying, you finally managed to grab it, letting out a yell. Thankfully for you, the unit was made of wood. There was two options… smash it… or try and lift it using the bat. Grabbing some of the books that had come off the shelves, you stacked them, before wedging the top of the bat under the unit where your legs were keeping it from touching the floor, setting the middle of it on the books to allow the end of the bat to hang off it, enough for you to grip and push down on, using it as a makeshift aid to lift the shelves.

With a huff, you used all your strength to push down on the bat, screaming in agony as you did so, knowing your body was going to be bruised and sore for a while. It lifted the unit slightly, as you felt a bit of relief from your legs, however, it wasn’t enough to push it high enough for you to remove them. Knowing you had to put the unit back down, you felt tears prick at your eyes, carefully allowing it to fall back onto your legs. Where was someone?! Anyone?! A guard… Just someone.

“(Y/N)!”

You held your breath, hearing a familiar voice calling for you as you felt relief fill your mind.

“Joel!” You cried, hearing footsteps rushing towards you. “You know what I said about not being a damsel in distress?” You let out a breathy laugh. “Jokes on me, huh?” You could feel yourself beginning to get lightheaded from exhaustion and pain.

“You’re gonna be okay.” He secretly was more reassuring himself than you. “I’m gonna lift this-“ He appeared before you, standing over you as he eyed the unit. “And when I do, I need you to pull yourself out from under it, okay?” You nodded. “On the count of three…” He bent down, gripping under the unit, his hand skimming your skin as he did. “One… Two…” He began to lift. “Three!” He grunted out, pressure disappearing from your legs as you quickly pulled yourself from under the unit. Once you were in the clear, Joel let the unit hit the floor, immediately turning his attention to you. He knelt down, his hands coming to your face as he held you, searching for signs of any injury to your features. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” He asked, voice a little shaky as you shook your head.

“Just my legs.” You told him, before finally looking down to see your right leg having a gash on it. “Yikes.” You felt your head grow heavy as you fought to keep it upright at the sight of the blood.

“I’m gonna lift you up, okay?” Joel told you, as he moved his hands from your face, placing one under your knees and the other around your waist, trying to be as soft as possible incase he hurt you. Joel hoisted you up, holding you close to his chest as he began to move towards the exit of your apartment. Feeling your body growing more tired, you allowed your eyes to close, feeling safe and protected by Joel’s presence.

When did humans start to separate

Brain and heart as if they could stay alive alone?

Flip it around the other way

If they were apart and you had no power start or database

Only a shell remains

Coming back round, you opened your eyes to reveal Joel’s apartment. You were laid on the sofa, as you peered down to see your injured leg wrapped in bandages. A hand appeared beside you, holding out a glass of water, which you accepted gratefully. Taking a sip of the liquid, your dry throat began to feel better.

“QZ water has never tasted so good.” You commented, taking another sip as Joel kept his lips in a tight line. “Remind me to never put a shelving unit in my apartment again.” You tried to joke as Joel sighed, standing over you.

“It’s not funny.” He huffed out. “You got hurt, and it could’ve been a lot worse.” You looked up at him.

“There’s no point in moping about it.” You shrugged. “May as well try and have a laugh.” He shook his head, disbelief in your words. “I’m fine!” You insisted. “Bit sore, but I’ll survive.”

“That’s not the point.” He put his hands on his hips.

“Careful Joel, you’re starting to sound like you care.” You lightly teased, as you stared at up his face, seeing it unmoving, his eyes boring into your own. Clearing your throat, you pulled your gaze away, finishing off the glass of water.

“Damn fireflies.” He muttered under his breath. “They’re getting more and more violent.”

“Violence gets action.” You told him.

“Not when civilians get caught in the crossfire.” He clenched his fist, taking the empty glass from your hand as he placed it down on a nearby table. “Marlene needs to watch herself.” His voice warned.

“I’m sure she’s quaking in her boots.” You quipped, moving your body round to sit, wincing as your feet hit the floor. Joel turned seeing you moving, shaking his head as he approached you.

“No.” He told you. “Keep them elevated.” He ordered as you huffed, rolling your eyes before doing as he said, going back to laying on the sofa. “You’ll thank me later, it will help with the swelling.”

“I forgot you were a doctor.” You joked. “Doctor Miller. Nice ring to it.” You paused. “Although Nurse Miller is sexier.” He rolled his eyes at your jokes.

“Unbelievable.” He scoffed. “You’ve still got a tongue on you even when you’re in pain.” You sent him a big grin, one he couldn’t help but let the corners of his lips turn upwards slightly. Pulling up a chair, he sat in front of your legs. “Better check your legs not fallen off.” He gently began to unwrap the bandages as you watched him. You’d never seen this side of Joel. You sensed he was a caretaker. From the way he would watch those around him to the more obvious actions of looking after you. Even behind the hard facade, it would slip through and be evident in his character. Once the bandages were unwrapped, he checked the wound, as you realised he must’ve also cleaned it whilst you were passed out, the dried blood gone from your skin.

“Will I live?” You asked dramatically.

“Unfortunately.” He quipped back, causing you to fawn a look of shock.

“That’s not very good beside manners Nurse Miller.” You raised a brow. He began to re-wrap the wound.

“Keep it dry and covered for the next few days.” He told you. “Stay off it also.”

“Great.” You groaned, before realising… “My apartment…” You threw your head back. “I need to sort it.”

“No.” Joel finished wrapping your leg, as he sat back in his seat.

“No?” You repeated. “If you haven’t noticed Joel, it was a shit tip already, now it’s a land field.” You shook your head. “And I doubt the fireflies are gonna pop round to help tidy their mess.”

“I mean no, you’re not going back there.” You raised your brows at his words. “Until you’re better, you can stay here.”

“Joel, I don’t want to impose.”

“You’re not.” He folded his arms. “You can’t work with your leg, and as I said, you’ve got to stay off it.”

“Joel, I can’t expect or ask you to fend for me as well as yourself…” You softened your tone.

“It will be fine for a few days I’m sure.” He insisted. You both sat in silence for a moment, as you tried to read his expression.

“Why?” You asked. “Why are you doing this?” He pursed his lips.

“You may be a pain in the ass, but…” He sighed. “You’re my pain in the ass.” You felt a smile appear on your lips at his words.

His.

Pain in the ass… But still. This was basically a love letter from Joel.

“I always knew you were a softie deep down.” You lightly teased, as he pointed a finger at you.

“If you tell anyone-“

“You’ll kick my ass, yeah yeah.” You waved him off. “I know. You gotta keep up that tough guy reputation.” He put his finger down, narrowing his eyes.

“Now, what do you want for dinner?” He paused. “Canned fruit that was out of date 3 years ago, or canned beans that taste like shit?”

“Ohhh…” You pursed your lips. “I’m spoilt for choice.”

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing to care a little.

What fun is it, to be so calculated

Or be taken advantage of, 'cause your heart's too trusting

Silent expressed push my head into my chest

Bind them up, forever wed

"Don't drift too far, " they said

#Pedro pascal x reader #the last of us fic #tlou hbo #joel miller x reader #joel miller #the last of us x reader #pedro pascal

[merci-bitch]

The Coat Is Off

Lady Lesso x fem!reader

Warning(s): Not too detailed smut, teasing, it’s Lesso 🤷🏼‍♀️

A/N: My inbox certainly is overflowing !! Love to see it. And I haven’t ignored anyone ! I’m trying to start from an end and move my way towards the other haha. But it’s all good, keep em’ coming.

Not too long, and any mistakes are mine !

For once, if not for the first time you had a break during the day. In between classes. Well, it wasn’t really a break. You had stacks of paperwork to get through, and things to grade. It felt like a mountain that couldn’t get climbed. It was awfully tiring but it had to be done.

You didn’t hear the door open, neither did you hear the sound of a pair of heels clicking against the stone floor alongside a cane. Too focused in your writing. You bit your lip and got up from your desk to go trap the other stack of papers on the desk by the window, only to feel someone grab your wrist.

“Seems awfully rude to ignore me, doesn’t it?”

It was Lesso. A sly smirk on her face as her grip on your wrist tightened. Lesso used her other hand to move the hair from your shoulder and leaned in. She let her nose move alongside your neck. Her warm breath on your skin sent shivers down your spine.

“Lesso I-I really need to finish grading these pa-“

Lesso cut you off by shushing you. Moving up to cover your mouth with her finger. Her other hand moved from your wrist, moved up your thigh and then between your legs, cupping you in her hand. You let out a gasp in response. You gripped her hand and looked at her. She had that glint in her eyes. A cat like grin on her face as she moved even closer to you.

“I-I have to-“ She cut you off once again with a kiss. Cupping your face with both hands as the kiss became more demanding. She started walking you backwards, pushing you against the desk. Getting you to sit on top of it, and standing in between your legs. Her one hand moved down your body, down your thigh and lifted up your leg to wrap around her waist. Her kisses grew more hungry. You moved your head back for air, for her to move her kisses downwards. She started biting at your skin, causing you to hiss out in pleasure. Your hands gripped her forearms, then trying to push her coat off. It landing on the floor.

Her lips found yours once again as her hands moved to your waist. You felt her nails through your shirt. She bit your bottom lip and pulled it with her as she moved her head slightly back. You let out a breath as she did. You knew that familiar glint in her eyes. They were dark and hooded. You reached forward to undo the buttons on her vest only for her to swat your hands away from her.

“Nah uh. No touching.” She grinned.

You crossed your arms and pouted at her. Making her chuckle. “Come now, sweetheart. We both know you won’t be complaining in a few minutes.” She leaned in to kiss you again. Your arms still crossed but you let her. “Don’t ruin all the fun.”

“Well, it’s not fun if only you get to touch.”

“No? You wanna make a bet on that?” Lesso said with a smirk. Leaning in close again. Her nose touching yours. “I have papers to grade.” You started to move only to be stopped by a clawing hand. “You’re not going anywhere, little minx.” She purred. Sending shivers down your spine.

It took a while for her to coax you into it. Damn her, you thought. You should have seen this coming. It was Lesso for gods sake. The way she’d entered the classroom? You should have seen it. You should have known you’d end up with her hand covering your mouth as her hand worked wonders between your legs. Enough to make your eyes roll into the back of your head. Muffled moans and gasps coming from your throat as she continued to assault your neck with her mouth. Leaving enough bite marks for people to wonder if someone had actually tried to eat you. The muffled sounds of students from outside the door didn’t help either. The thrill it sent down your spine was proof of that.

The closer you got, the more cocky she got. The more filth she would whisper in your ear. Your on hand was holding onto her hand between your legs tightly, begging her not to stop moving it. You felt your thighs start to tremble. Your eyes making that roll once again as she hit that specific spot inside you. Her hand moving faster, alongside the biting at your jaw; hit a very good spot and suddenly you saw white. The whole world around you disappeared as you entered a moment of pure bliss. You ended up biting into her hand to contain your sounds. A single tear made its way down your cheek.

When she removed her hand you barely got time to catch your breath as your lips were covered by her own once more. A hand on your lower back pushing you closer to her. A moan came from both sides. The paperwork on your desk scattered around the floor completely forgotten. It wasn’t until a loud banging on the door ruined the moment.

“Oh dammit!” You hissed, starting to get off the desk but Lesso wasn’t moving. She staring daggers at the door. You couldn’t help but giggle. You kissed her cheek and pushed at her shoulders. “Get moving Lesso. We still have students to teach.”

#lady lesso #lady lesso x reader #the school of good and evil

[turnertable]

tolerate it

Alex Turner x Reader (am era !)

written by: me, first time doing angst

requested by: @bellaturner <3

music for the fic: tolerate it by Taylor Swift

word count: 1.9k

warnings: angsty, sad, slight sexual references and pushing about

The future looked bleak for them but for Alex, it had never been more bright. He had recently cut his hair short, Y/N hated it. He claimed it was for the new album but all she could see was her teenage love fading away before her eyes. Their love was something the tabloids had praised from the dancefloor days. "The High School Sweethearts of Sheffield" plastered on the front page of newspaper after paper, her face started to come out of print in the last year.

Y/N found herself perched on yet another stool out of the frame of the newest photoshoot of her boyfriend, scrolling her phone aimlessly and barely noticing Alex's next move. If those ridiculous rockabilly sunglasses left his face, Y/N might have taken interest but at Alex's rate, they had likely been surgically screwed to his nose bridge.

He posed relentlessly and attempted to look over at Y/N, realizing she had no idea what was even happening. Once that was clear, Alex huffed and rolled his eyes beneath the shades, remaining focused on the shoot because he couldn't care less about her opinion at this moment. He was Alex Turner: the acquitted persona of rock and roll in Britain; Olympic opener and soon to be Glastonbury sensation yet again.

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The shoot concluded in due time and Y/N mumbled to herself, "Thank fucking god." as she threw my phone into her bag and stood up. Alex read her lips and huffed slightly with frustration, as he thanked the photographer and went to leave. They met at the door and he nodded at her wordlessly, not wanting to talk to her til they had a minute to discuss her annoyance. She led them out and they stood at the cub by the door of the studio: Alex immediately got his cigarettes out and offered her one,

"Fuck off with that." Y/N scolded him viciously, "It doesn't make you cool." Alex sighed and pulled out his lighter, a silver Zippo with the band's initials carved into it.

"You used t'smoke, me luv. 'member at The Leadmill when you'd pass em owt to anyone?" Alex reflected as he lit the cigarette. Y/N noticed his accent slip at the use of "the" and looked down.

"I was a kid, Al. We found them around Jamie's that one weekend." She muttered in response to try to entertain his idea, not wanting to see that version of her Alex relay nostalgia to her.

He smiled slightly with an exhale as he looked over, "Oh yeh, he still talks about tha, tha knows. Still got ya tho.." He tried to cheer her up because he did love her endlessly but he knew this was a lot for her to process.

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The last few months had been frequent fights and sex to make up for it all, where Alex would promise nothing had changed and it would be ok until the next designer jacket would come home and rinse repeat. No amount of money could fix it either for Y/N. Yes, it was nice to be personally styled for an awards show but where Alex would come home and laugh all night with her being himself again, the persona never dropped nowadays.

Y/N nodded and went on her phone to call the taxi, letting Alex finish the cigarette in silence as she stepped away and only demonstrated the metaphoric distance between them. She spoke quietly and got the taxi booked, forcing herself not to think of Sheffield, circa 2005. Sitting on the curbside, her lips never leaving Alex's the whole way home. Drunk and giggling at the way the city looked at night from the taxi window. He'd carry her home as she kicked her legs with excitement to be in bed with him yet again. However here she stood with a smartphone and a man she no longer recognised as the love of her life.

As the taxi pulled up, Y/N opened her own door and got in, finally looking over at her boyfriend as she spoke to the taxi driver promptly, desperately wanting to be in solitude. She looked at him with a neutral look of almost curiosity, searching for any and if so, some glimmer of hope in him and love that would last. No dice. Alex looked over and offered her his hand to hold, a common quirk of his. Y/N took it and looked out the window, the tears pricking at her eyes as the taxi pulled off. A solemn silence hung over them like a ghost in the passenger seat the whole journey home. It could be dealt with at the house, like usual.

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As the taxi rounded the corner by the house, Alex thanked the driver and nodded at Y/N to say, "in we go." Y/N offered the taxi driver a thank you as well and stepped out of the car, letting Alex open the door and not even attempting to get her keys from her bag. Alex unlocked the door and kicked off his shoes, leaving Y/N to shut it and lean on the wall of the hallway.

"What the fuck is up nah?" Alex started the argument, making Y/N prick up. He finished the conflict but it was unusual for him to bring up an issue without prompt. Alex stood arms crossed at the silence before removing his glasses and rubbing his temple. "Just tell me, please Y/N."

"Why did I have to come to that?" Y/N met his tone and removed her own shoes. "That's the third this week…" She continued and reminded him of how much this weighed on her schedule.

"Well excuse meh for bein successful suddenleh, didn't seem t'bother you when I were 19…" Alex retorted to push her buttons yet again with the memories of their relationship. He tried to walk off to go get a drink, he'd been drinking a lot more frequently since the fighting started. While Alex could hold his drink, it was a new habit he had picked up with the look.

"Yeah well my teenage boyfriend with spots had some fucking intellect not to just lap at anyone who offers him a moment in the spotlight!" Y/N raised her voice and rolled her eyes, trying to stop him from drinking, "I swear if I see you drinking again for another night…" she continued in the cold tone.

"Oh fuck off, 'm 27 now and so are you, act it." He said sternly and lightly pushed her out of his way. "I'll do what I wan, babe" He stormed off to the kitchen to get a glass and the bottle of whiskey on the side, half empty from how often he had been consuming it.

Y/N followed in a huff and tried to keep fighting him, "You really wanna talk about acting, Alexander? What the fuck are you wearing?" She scanned his body and outfit of a leather jacket and tight blue jeans, making Alex smirk slightly as he knew what to do.

"Jeans, you like em babeh?" He tried to give her the eyes that said "you want me really" and stood over her to offer her an embrace. "Can get me out of em if you're nice to meh…" He chuckled softly and held her lower back where he was met with a scoff and a push.

"Get off me, James Dean. Tell me when Alex is back…" She went to sit at the table, making Alex huff and turn back to his drink with annoyance.

"You make me fucking drink…" He mumbled to himself quietly enough for her to miss it. "I'm not gonna be tha kid anymore, you do realize tha, reyt?" He announced as he poured the whiskey and recapped the bottle. "I hate who I were, a spotteh teenager with a squeaky voice on stickeh stages an people throwing shit at meh." He turned to her and finally admitted.

"I fell in love with that kid, Alex." Y/N let the truth slip too, "and I still do love him, ok?" he continued as she looked down sadly, sniffling at the words. "My Alex is gone, he was my home, my safety and you're just this husk of who he was. You're everything we mocked in bars while I waited to hear the same 10 songs every night." Her voice trembled at it all as she looked up at him where all his anger had turned to sympathy yet again.

"But babeh…you could make new memories with new Alex." He heard himself and mentally cursed at his words but persisted on: "We could 'ave a famileh and get married and the band will onleh get more famous and you'll reap t'benefits wiv us.." He tried to reassure her as he leaned down to get her level. "We could be happy again one day, me love. This is just a rough patch…"

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Y/N listened intently and her face soured at the idea that the band was involved with the future of them. She thought and chose her words carefully as she knew the band's importance to him, especially with him bringing it up here.

"Alex, it's not been a rough patch for you though, has it? The tears started welling up in her eyes, continuing through the melancholy. "You'll be ok, babe. I just won't be. My boy is gone and maybe that's the problem. I'm just not happy anymore…"

His face dropped and his chest went tight when he heard her claims, "You're n-not 'appy? As in wiv me or??" His voice shook as he spoke quietly, staring at her with torment. "I can get ya someone to talk ta, I promise babeh please…" He begged at her feet practically.

Y/N shook her head and looked down, "I'm so sorry, Alex…I love you so much but this version of you, I'm not in love with him. Please just make me proud…" She gasped between sobs and watched the tears roll down her chest. Alex's eyes began to water at the realization of the situation, the blunt actuality of her saying that to his face. How long has she been thinking of telling him?

"Are ya sayin what I think you're sayin?" Alex mumbled as he wiped his nose slightly. Y/N simply nodded and he sighed to himself, "Well shit, tha's about 10 years of me life gone. Is there anythin I can do at all to change yer mind?" He pleaded incessantly through his tears. "I love you, Y/N. Please…"

Y/N sat up straight and held his face softly, kissing his head, "It's ok Alex, we're just different people, darling…" She wiped her eyes and smiled gently at him. "I love you too, Al."

The knife stuck in and twisted at the nickname, it was hers from the moment she muttered it at 17 when they met. Alex's eyes were full of sadness but he nodded and tried to smile, "I understand and I respect yer decision but you do realize t' next album is gonna be so bloodeh sad nah…" He managed a laugh that Y/N echoed.

"Oh yeah, I want sad proses about me now…" She cupped his face and delivered the last kiss, "if that boy ever wants to come back to see me again, he's more than welcome…" She said softly and wiped his eyes with a smile. He nodded and smiled back.

"I think this might be t' soppiest breakup ever…" Alex hums, stands up to get his drink and reaching for another glass before turning to her,

"One for the road?"

#arctic monkeys #alex turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner x fem reader #alex turner x y/n #alex turner x you #alex turner fanfic #Alex turner angst #alex turner imagine

[pebblestar]

Raphael x reader

【 Focus 】

"Woman. Your going to work yourself into the ground."

Raphael nudges you on your back with his foot and your quick to swat him away with a look of pure annoyance.

"I'm trying to focus. I'm almost done with this stupid report but..."

Your words trail off as you bite at the cap of the pen with clear frustration.

This report for work had been taking you forever to finish. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't concentrate on your own work and it'd already been two of hours of practically glaring at the paper in front of you.

It's a wonder how you haven't cried yet due to just frustrated you were becoming.

Raphael had obviously made sure you took breaks, but knew better then to tell you quit working- You were just as stubborn as the turtle was after all.

It's two more minutes of glaring at the paper in front of you, until a sudden idea hits you suddenly.

"Raph. Come here."

"Why?"

"Please?"

There's a sigh from the turtle before he's slipping off of the couch and settling down next to you on the floor.

"Look if your gonna ask me about taxes, I ain't got a clue on how to do 'em. You can try askin Don tho."

You chuckle at his words before shaking your head.

Instead you reach out your hand until your grasping Raphael's hand in your own.

With your free hand, you start up where you left off, jolting down what you needed to fill out by the end of the week for your job.

"...What are you doing?"

Raphael questions after a few minutes, Clearly confused by your actions.

"What do you mean?"

You respond back without taking your eyes off of the paper.

"Why are ya holding my hand?"

He watches you write for a bit longer and when you finally respond his face just about turns the shade of his own bandana.

"...Helps me focus. Especially when we're out in public and my anxiety is through the roof...It just calms me down. Makes me feel safe."

You pause in your writing before glancing over at Raph.

"Sorry. I can let go if you-"

"S'fine."

Raphael's immediately cutting you off before he can even think properly on what he's even saying.

"Uh... I just uh mean if it helps ya focus then whatever."

The turtle is quick to play it off like it isn't a big deal, but on the inside his heart feels fuzzy at the fact that he's able to make you feel that way.

God. What have you done to him?

He's never felt this way about anyone until you had came into his life.

You take notice of how the turtle scouches closer until both your shoulders are now pressed together.

"Thanks Raphie. I love youu~"

You coo at him and place a gentle kiss onto his cheek.

Then you return your attention back to your work, All the while Raphael felt like he would explode at any given moment with all the affection you'd just given him.

It takes maybe a hour or so for you to finally finish up your work but as soon as your setting your pen down, Raphael is pulling you onto his lap.

"Raph?"

You voice your confusion then feel his hands cupping your cheeks bringing you into a kiss.

A small noise of surprise leaves you before your closing your eyes and returning the kiss with a content sigh.

"Someone's clingly."

You tease once Raphael's parts away from your lips.

He huffs at you, Arms coming to wrap around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

"I guess you can say I've tamed the beast. You really are a teddy bear, raph."

"M'not, Shortcake."

"It's cute really. I like seeing this side of you. Well your rageful side is pretty hot too but-"

A quick kiss is pressed to your lips to silence you before Raphael buries his face into the crook of your neck.

He's mumbling something you can't quite catch.

Then you pick up on his soft yet embarrassed.

"...Love you."

A soft smile finds its way onto your lips and you press a final kiss onto his cheek before allowing yourself to cuddle into the turtle.

At the end of the day and through his grumpy little exterior, Raphael really was just a giant cuddly teddy bear at heart. And the best part was that this side of him was for your eyes only. No one else's but yours.

#tmnt x reader #tmnt 2003 x reader #bayverse x reader #Raphael x reader

[darlingeto]

Rawdogging this shit while i drink away ghost riley and his fucked life

He loves eating pussy and being called sir gets him frustrated i would know.

Slight veryy slight like if u really squint impact play. Lots of cum eating because im filthy. Like one pet name. Oral both received it kinda. Choking? Technically angry sex? Mutual pinning but shush cause theyre both five year old emotionally. Tell me what i forgot im drunk

Simon ghost Riley x female reader

Lowk the reader is a bit annoying

I tried to make this short ??

Please i wanna hold him on my tits and pat his head i might lose it.

First time he ever touched u was because he had to. He and u were stuck in a hideout with your torso full of deep cuts and scratches from the explosion’s residue metal while u made your way to the car. Your lieutenant stitches your waist in an out of character care. Not that he doesn’t always show care and worry for his team but because he constantly kept repeating how he told u to stay behind him and that it wasn’t a suggestion but an order. Your only response were a huffing laugh that slowly turned to a grunt from the pain of the needle and a short “sorry sir i will follow orders more accordingly next time” which made him turn quiet. Silence that lasted all the way to your next mission a couple of weeks later. This mission being your third with this team.

Second time you feel his hands and grip is again on your waist as he moves u out the way to get to the papers on the desk. Papers which u had presented for a detour to your original route. He towering over the others scans said paper and nods simply walking back to his equipment and ordering the other two in your team to follow the original route to leave u and your lieutenant for the risk of your idea. Although his hands were gone off your waist with urgency because of the turn of your neck and your strangely big eyes looking up at him it burned on your skin for far longer than you’d like to say, feeling bizarrely bashful of such a stupid exaggeration on your end.

The third time was sweet or maybe a touch starving mind like yours perceived it as so when he and soap had been teasing u about how much you’ve grown to create a new and better option for efficiency during the mission and your grumpy remarks earned u a pat in the back while he told u to pour some whiskey for everyone. Normally u would shrug it off, orders not being of your liking especially when not necessary but u found yourself drunken in the span of 15 minutes with the others’ voices muffled except for his while he for once opened that damned mouth and told the others to wake u up. You weren’t asleep but the embarrassing way your head was resting on his shoulder was too much of a stretch to just jolt up and hide into your room. When u hear the jokes however u do it regardless flipping soap’s teasing off and then running face down onto your pillow. Tearing your uniform off with bother and grumpiness. You had now touched him, somehow it felt like you lost some nonexistent bet in your head. It felt pathetic in many levels.

The fourth time was just a day later for u had stayed in bed in the hideout while everyone was doing the morning work out. He came in steadily and called out your name which in response was served a groaning “yes sir” you hear steps from under the covers and he pulls the blanket down just slightly brushing just his finger accidentally onto your lip. You are giving him those big eyes again but now theyre tired and swollen. “Well i have seen a lot but a hangover from just one shot of whiskey is definitely fresh” you manage to roll your eyes and sit up, your eyes avoiding his sharp ones. “Im not hangover sir i just have the flu.” “Sure you do” and then he’s taking off his glove and pressing his palm onto your forehead. You’re stuck between leaning into his cold palm and pushing it off but your eyes shut from the size of his hand coming down em and sigh contented almost leaning your head’s weight fully onto the large palm. Noticing he blinks and then pushes u back down to bed. He leaves quickly and the last thing your sleepy state registers is a “Youre excused to stay in”. Your what u called rest for a minute to regain your composure lasted up till late in the afternoon a bothersome call of your name from soap as he came in making u wince away the drowsiness as he placed a cup on your small desk. “Have some tea for u” “I dont need it, did u guys already have breakfast” “Sleeping beauty thanks to u we had the honor of breakfast and lunch by the lieutenant and believe it or not we are enjoying his tea and you sure should too. His brit really comes out” that seemed to surprise u as u look at the tea. Your throat does feel dry so u might as well. U taste it and its like the thing in his voice sweet with honey but bitter and strong. The cup also doesn’t belong to u. Its his own u note but strongly believe the man in front of u got them switched. That evening u only went out late enough for the only one patrolling to run into you as u were in desperate need of a smoke. And to your luck its the lieutenant. He looks at u and u look at your hand clearing your throat and fixing your back straight. “Thanks for the tea” why are u thanking him. Its only normal for all of u to have tea. “Do u have another one” u look at where he’s looking.. he’s asking for a smoke and u give him yours almost too eagerly and rashly. He takes it bending slightly and his hand comes to push the fabric on his face away as the surprising but somehow attractive view of his dry lips wrap around the cigarette you’re feeling hot again and the fever surely picked up because you find yourself forcing off a smile with a gulp. You quickly busy yourself with lighting another cigarette as he enjoys your first. You both wordlessly smoke away for a minute. Him because silence is only of ghosts nature and u because your mind has been preoccupied with the shape of his lips. His lips touching the spot where yours were. Him not bothering to even comment on technically revealing a feature of his face. You’re confused and feverish so u greet him good night in the most awkward form as u hit your bed again. Not that u get much sleep anyways.

But this time u cant not note it down to yourself his hand is gripping your wrist as u yell at his face. Yes his uncovered face that is adorned in crimson from a knife that grazed and cut off his skin along with his mask. He was too busy protecting you as an enemy made way across his well, safe eye, thankfully, and it had u fuming. Yes he’s your superior but you do not need protection. Not his not anyones it made u feel so little and useless when you for the first time to see his hell of attractive face but bleeding only because u were incompetent enough for him to lose his concentration. He is gripping your wrist and yelling back. “Soldier watch your mouth. If it weren’t for this cut your throat would’ve been the target.” “ I could’ve protected myself. No. I can.” You try to state but it comes off weak and breathless his eyes shutting u up from the thick air of intimidation as he breathes down at u. Hes mad. In all your months of working with the man u hadn’t encountered his so feared anger. It has your knees weak and your throat dry but u dont want him to own this situation away with it. So u speak up. “What has u so bothered sir if u dont want me fucking up your team its only fair u make a complaint ill be gone just as abruptly as i came” “dont u call me sir while fuckin telling me to give in to what u want” his tone is harsh and just a thin layer between low and desperate and his grip is harsher but u bite back “ you think id wanna leave after seeing your pretty face” its so fast your gasp cuts off as he wraps a hand around your throat and brings your faces closer. “U minx i told u to shut up”.

“And i told u to fuck off because it wont happen” he squeezes down on your airways his cold hand making your heating body shiver. Your eyes dont leave his dark lidded ones and for a moment the whole world disappears. Its only your huffs and his before he presses his lips with an overwhelming passion slamming u onto the desk by your throat causing your mouth to form in an o as he pushes his tongue against yours and you try at squeezing your thighs only to feel his own press to your middle. You’re mewling, your hips shaking slightly and he hovers over your mouth before dragging his teeth tauntingly at where his thumb on your neck is. Moving it to press down your tongue he bites down on the flesh you make the decision to suck on his thumb as the only way to quiet yourself. He lowly oh so lowly groans that u can barely make it out over your own sounds. His hands are everywhere.

Squeezing at your hips, ass, thighs, tits, anything he can reach with his needy urgency. But you find the strength to relish in your own urges hands pressing up his forearm and the other on his torso trying to get his tight shirt off so u can really feel his warm skin. When u cant get it off though you let out a whine that surprises both of you and he looks at u. Same big eyes that u save for such inconvenient moments looking up at him he lets out a low “fuckin hell name” and you whine again because the way your name sounds coming from him while he’s so heated has u rubbing yourself onto his thigh. He taps your cheek enough for your head to sway pathetically as u blush vividly “you sound too lewd for fucks sake” “ take your shirt off . Please” he shuts his eyes covering your mouth head dropping back before kicking your thighs apart with his own pressing his middle to your own. His mouth coming to the side of your head “now you’re behaving? Begging even?” “Fuck god just please i wanna touch u” he rips your shirt open biting at the skin of your plush chest as he tears his own off. You moan when u finally get your hands onto his skin wrapping hands around his neck once you’ve trailed them all the way to his shoulders bringing him down for a kiss. One that lasts for the entire time he needs to get u out of your trousers. He’s speaking in between your suffocating kiss “Wait” “Wait wait wait let me see u” his face is close before he straightens up trailing eyes all over your every curve only to fix at your clothed sticky mess causing his brows to furrow and his jaw to flex. The urge to shut your legs cut off by his waist so u wrap your legs around it pulling him closer “Ghost dont just look please “ “Its either simon or sir for u” he is kneeling down taking your legs over his shoulders biting onto the skin of your inner thighs and u think only briefly about sitting up to ask him not to tease u but your hands fly to your mouth to cover the surprise scream u let out when he licks over your clothed cunt. He pulls your underwear off with a demanding need shoving his face back into your slit lapping up at the juices. He speaks with a broken tone “ oh fuck you taste too good “ he’s biting at your clit before pressing three fingers onto your clenching hole. Your head fall forward as you tap at his shoulders too needy for his dick to be filling u up but he just grabs your hands with his free one holding them in place determined to make u cum on his face. His drinking your every drop and consuming your every sound , he wants to ravish u fully with how your thighs squeeze around his head. His fingers only growing in precision to that spot that makes u cry out just a little louder and dig your nails onto his skin. In far too little minutes youre buckling yourself onto his face biting down onto his glove he shoved into your mouth as u release all over his face twitching with every slight flick of his tongue as he drinks up the aftershocks looking up at u as if to say get your ass off there before smacking u right there and squeezing at the plushy flesh after and u move off the desk as he wastes no time in bending u over that desk and unzipping his pants his length forcing its way between your thighs “i wanna fuck u. Do u wanna fuck me? Hm?” And hes pulling at your jaw making u look up at him as u nod “ Please fuck me Simon “ he kisses u slowly as he starts feeding u his length with a significant self restraint.

Tears prickle at your eyes as u moan taking his hand and placing the fingers that were fuckin u in your mouth and it takes all in him and a bite to your shoulder for him not to pound u out of your skin right then. The desk presses right at the bulge his dick forms in your stomach and u feel dizzy mumbling and bitching about how it hurts too much “Simon no its too big i cant do this its like i can feel it in my throat, fuckin hell look there’s a bulge in my tummy”

Taking his hand and placing it on the bulge u rest your head on his chest looking up shaking your head but he takes his fingers out of your mouth only to cover it fully with his hand and presses down onto the imprint of his dick while starts ramming it inside your tight walls at a bruising pace. If u thought it hurt before now youre drunk off the pain it fills u up so well you whine at the thought of him ever leaving u empty. Digging your fingers on his arm u just give in and helplessly try to reach for his thrusts. He’s kissing at your temple, whispering about how your cunts made for him. “Simon-“ “Im right there with u pretty just let go for me” holding onto his arm u whither, your back arching off his chest as u hide your face onto his neck, taking in his scent as you cum. Your second orgasm not as sweet and far more difficult than the first one just from the size of the man. He leaves no time to breathe “come here on your knees, fuckin hell” hes fisting his dick right at your face and u place your fingers over his wrist taking him in your mouth and onto the back of your throat as u swallow with difficulty causing him to whimper lowly dropping his head back his sweet perfect voice the only thing ringing in your ears as u taste him all over your mouth. He takes it out of your mouth patting your head and rubbing your cheek pulling u up gently onto the desk putting u in his shirt and jacket so u dont get cold from the sweat. You reach for him whining as he cups your face kissing your lips and eyes “U know not to piss me off i assume “ u giggle shaking your head as u kiss his palms hugging him and it makes him freeze up not sure how to react. He hasn’t gotten a hug since.. ever u could say really. He looks down at u and your big eyes are brightly looking right up at him making him kiss u and i mean really kiss u. Youve lost your breath when he pulls away and youre dazed so he helps u onto his back hitting the bathroom.

#simon riley #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #cod mw #call of duty

[runnning-outof-time]

Birmingham | Tommy Shelby x Reader (Part 3)

Previous Part

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) gets to the bottom of the accusation she's facing from Arthur, meets another member of the Shelby family, spends some more time with Matthew, and receives a rather odd request from Grace.

Warnings: language, mentions of drugs

Word Count: 3090

A/N: there’s no Tommy in this chapter, but I promise the rest of the story will make up for it...trust me. I have so much planned for this story and I’m so excited to share it with you!! Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in this series!

"I...I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Shelby," (Y/N) stammered out her words as she tried to swallow down the lump forming in her throat.

"Come here...look," he beckoned her over and she did as she was told, "see the payout? Hmm?" he asked her and she nodded, "now check that to the log. Something doesn't add up, does it?" he stated, his eyebrows raising in an accusatory manner.

(Y/N) stared hard at the numbers, hoping that she could find her innocence in them. It'd be a lot easier for her to try and prove it with something concrete rather than trying to make him take her word for it. At the moment, her word didn't seem like it'd add up to much. Then she found it. "Your numbers are penciled in wrong, Mr. Shelby," she told him, then slowly exhaling her sigh of relief so that it wouldn't be so evident.

"Where?" Arthur asked, wanting her to explicitly show her the mistake.

"Here..." she trailed off, pointing to a set of numbers on the paper, "you've written in the payout as twelve pounds, but on the log, you've written it as twenty," she explained, hoping that he'd realize his mistake.

"Shit," he said after a few minutes of staring at the paper, "it is wrong," he agreed with her. "Go get Grace for me, eh?" he then asked her. (Y/N) nodded before exiting the office. It didn't take long for her to locate the barmaid, and soon enough, both women were back in the office.

"Did you need something, Arthur?" Grace asked, her eyebrows raised slightly.

"Did you fill out yesterday's pay log?" Arthur responded with a question of his own, "because you've done it completely wrong," he continued on with accusing her without even hearing her response.

"I didn't touch yesterday's. You said you'd handle it," she responded, shaking her head slightly.

"Fuck," Arthur mumbled under his breath, dropping his head in defeat, "well I'm gonna need you to work on all of 'em, because I'm obviously no good at doing it," he then told her.

Instantly, Grace was trying to think of a way to turn down the proposal. "I've already got my hands full with..."

"I can help out with them, Mr. Shelby," (Y/N) cut in before the blonde-woman could even finish speaking.

"You can?" Arthur turned his attention to the other woman in the room.

"Sure. I've dealt with my share of ledgers before," (Y/N) nodded confidently.

A pleased grin formed on Arthur's face, "it's settled then. Thank you, ladies," he nodded his head, happy that that obstacle had been overcome. Both of the women nodded their heads before they made their way to the door of the office. "(Y/N)," Arthur called for her, making her stop in the doorway while Grace continued back out to the main bar area.

"Yes?" (Y/N) asked, her eyebrows raising slightly as she waited to hear what he had to say.

"Call me Arthur instead, huh? Mr. Shelby was my father and he's a thankless prick," he told her, his eyebrows also raised.

"Ok," she nodded her head, making a mental note of his name preference, "I will do that from now on," she assured him with a slight smile before she continued with walking out of the office, the stockroom being her destination.

A few hours of organizing and stacking crates ensued until (Y/N) saw what looked like a person cross passed the open doorway out of the corner of her eye. This made her brow furrow in confusion; no one besides the Shelbys were supposed to be back in this hallway. So she sat the crate down and quickly walked to the doorway, hoping that the mystery person hadn't disappeared.

Thankfully, she was still able to see the back of a woman who had a thin figure and brown hair. "Excuse me, ma'am, you're not supposed to be back here," she called out to the woman, making her turn around. She looked to be older and had a pointed expression on her face, her eyebrows raised like she was waiting for (Y/N) to continue. "Only...only family is supposed to be back here," she stumbled over her words slightly, feeling weird for saying 'family' when she herself wasn't family. But they were the strict orders that she received from Harry.

"Oh, I'm family," the woman responded, her voice holding a power that intimidated (Y/N). But the younger woman knew that she had to hold her ground, so she kept her face straight and raised her eyebrows slightly, hoping to give the woman the notion that she was not convinced. Silence hung in the air before the older woman let out a sigh and began walking closer to (Y/N). "My name's Polly Gray. I'm Arthur and Tommy's aunt, and I help out quite a lot with the company...even though it'd be running a lot smoother if I were still in charge of it," she formally introduced herself and gave some background on who she was, her final statement coming out lower than the others and in an almost begrudging tone.

Now fully convinced, a slight smile formed on (Y/N)'s face as she allowed her shoulders to relax. She really didn't want to fight this woman; mostly because she had a gut feeling that the woman would win. "It's nice to meet, Ms. Gray," she said with a smile before she extended her hand, "my name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N)," she then introduced herself.

"(Y/N)..." Polly trailed off as she tried the name for herself, her tone sounding as if she was using it to try and jog her memory. "(Y/N)...you're the woman that Thomas has talked about," she said then, drawing a connection in her mind.

"He's talked about me?" (Y/N) almost gasped, a look of shock forming on her face. She didn't think that she'd be being talked about, and now she wondered how much of her story this woman already knew.

"Yes," Polly nodded as a slight grin grew on her lips. "He's said that you came to this city looking for a fresh start," was all she said on the matter, and (Y/N) took some solace in that. If she knew more than she’d just said, (Y/N) didn't want to know about it. "You've come to the right city for that, love," she added then, her grin growing.

(Y/N) wasn't quite sure how to take her statement, so she just smiled in response to it. "I'll let you get back to what you were doing. I'm sorry for stopping you," the younger woman said, her polite smile still present.

"Don't apologize," Polly brushed the apology off, "you were just doing your job," she concluded, and with that, she turned and continued to her previously intended destination.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It felt good that she'd been able to get through that conversation and found that the woman wasn't as intimidating as she looked...for now. With a slight laugh, she shook her head at her thoughts before she retreated back to the stockroom and continued on with her shift.

—

After finishing her shift, (Y/N) made sure that everything was locked up and squared away before she exited the tavern. She smiled when her eyes fell on Matthew. He was waiting, leaned up against the Garrison's exterior wall, for her. "Ready to go?" he asked once he noticed that she had exited the building.

"I am," she nodded, the two of them then starting off to her apartment.

The walk passed by rather quickly, the two only sharing some baseline conversation. When they got to her building's door, however, Matthew stopped her from going right in. "Would you want to go and get something to eat with me?" he asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened as she took in his offer. "Asking me out on your first full day? Isn't this something that your boss would frown upon?" she teased him, trying, and failing, at keeping her grin from appearing.

Matthew grinned at her playful words. "I'll take my chances with a woman as beautiful as you," he responded cheekily, his statement making (Y/N)'s cheeks heat up. "What do you say?" he asked then, his mouth opened slightly in anticipation of her answer.

"I'd like to get something to eat with you," she agreed with him after she managed to compose herself. He seemed like he was a sweet person, and she desperately needed some more people in her life, so why not accept his invitation?

"Perfect," his grin grew as he heard her answer, "I know of this little eatery a few streets down that is great to go to for a good dinner," he told her as he then began leading her past her apartment and to their new destination.

—

"You were right...this food is amazing," (Y/N) said as she wiped her mouth with a napkin. She'd been having a lovely dinner with Matthew so far. Their meal had been dragged out by conversations, many of them ending in laughs or attempts to save face after admitting something silly that was done in the past.

"I'm rarely wrong when it comes to matters dealing with food," Matthew responded, a grin on his face as he took a drink from the glass in front of him. (Y/N) couldn't help but smile at his response. His happiness was contagious, and she was glad that she met someone like him so early into living in this new place. There weren't many people like Matthew back in Sheffield. Genuine, good nature was hard to come by. "Did you hear me?" his voice brought her out of her thoughts.

"Huh?" she questioned, not even trying to make it seem like she was paying attention. Matthew chuckled at her response, his grin growing.

"I was saying that we've got the time now to talk about your family," he repeated what he'd said before. Well that's one way to quickly change the mood.

(Y/N) grabbed her glass and took a drink, trying to stop her mouth from drying up. She then choked on said drink as it went down the wrong chute, making her eyes widen as she coughed and tried to get the feeling to go away.

"I didn't mean for you to choke," Matthew stated, looking slightly worried by how she'd responded to his harmless statement, or at least he thought it was.

"Oh no, it wasn't that..." (Y/N) trailed off, clearing her throat again to try and get rid of the weird feeling in the back of it, "my drink went down the wrong chute," she told him, now feeling slightly embarrassed that she'd made such a big spectacle in front of him.

"Are you ok now?" he checked, his worry still apparent.

"Yes, I'm fine," she nodded her head after speaking. "What were we talking about?" she asked then, silently hoping that he'd not remember the current topic and instead choose something else to discuss.

"Your family," her hopes were crushed with two simple words. "Tell me about them." He seemed genuinely interested, and he'd already told her a little bit about his family and backstory, so it was only fair that she shared some of hers.

"Oh, yeah..." (Y/N) nodded slightly, taking another, successful, drink of her water before she thought for a moment. "They live in Sheffield. I've got a mum, a dad, and two brothers in my immediate family. I've also got a grandmother that'll talk your ear off if you give her the chance. They're all pretty close...my whole family is in a way," she then delved more into her backstory, walking the line between oversharing and not sharing enough.

"So why'd you leave them?" Matthew was quick to ask, making (Y/N) realize that she hadn't added that part into the story. "Mr. Shelby said something about protecting you from your family," he added more fuel to the fire.

"My one brother..." she trailed off, buying herself some time to figure out how to word what she'd say next, "he...he got into drugs. Buying, selling, taking. It got pretty messy, and I needed to get away," she carefully described the reasoning behind the decision that she'd made a few weeks ago. It wasn't a lie...the Weller Boys were known dealers, supplying Sheffield and the surrounding areas with large quantities of heroin, opium, and cocaine. She didn't give him the full extent of the story though, and she didn't intend to; not today at least.

Thankfully, he looked pleased with the information he did receive...as pleased as he could after finding out the woman he'd taken an interest in had fled her home because of her family's history with drugs. (Y/N)'s eyes dropped to her lap then, only to be lifted back up when she felt Matthew's hand take hold of hers on the table. "Hey," he started, waiting until her eyes matched his before continuing, "it's good that you were able to get out," he told her, his voice soft as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"I'm happy I did," she agreed with him, trying to muster up a smile for the sake of the sentiment. All of that was behind her. She was safe now. She had people around her making sure she was safe.

"I'll go over for the check," he said then, patting her hand before he stood from the chair and went to the register. (Y/N) took a deep breath to further compose herself. It was tough sharing about her family, but she felt like she should. If she did, maybe, the pain and terrible memories that wouldn't leave her alone would dissipate. "Ready?" Matthew asked as he returned back to the table.

"Yes," (Y/N) answered with a nod as she stood from her seat.

The two then exited the restaurant. Once on the pavement, Matthew offered (Y/N) his arm. "Let me walk you home," he said, the grin on his face making (Y/N) smile before she accepted his gesture and looped her arm with his.

Light conversations filled their walk home and soon enough, too soon actually, they were at the apartment building. “It was very gentlemanly of you to walk me all the way back to my apartment,” (Y/N) said with a teasing grin as they stopped in front of the main door.

“Just doing my job, love,” he played along, sending her a wink as she unhooked her arm from his.

"Would you like to come up?" she asked as she fully turned to look at him.

He grinned slightly at her words before answering, "I like taking my chances, but I'm not sure the boss man would be for me taking you to dinner and accompanying you to your apartment all in one night...the first night to be specific," he said, the same cheeky tone as earlier laced into his voice.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened as she heard his response. "I didn't mean it in that way. I just thought that maybe you'd want to..."

"Oh, I know how you meant it, (Y/N)," he cut her off, saving her from any further foolish rambling, "maybe some other time, yeah?" he suggested then.

"Yeah," (Y/N) responded with a slight nod, suddenly feeling shy. She sent a smile in his direction and hoped that she didn’t look like some silly, little school girl who was doing nothing but hopelessly staring at her crush from across the room.

“I’ll say goodnight then?” he queried, his smile turning genuine.

“Goodnight,” she repeated the sentiment, a similar smile forming on her face before the two split for the night. Matthew walked backwards, tipping his peaked cap to her before he turned and walked off. (Y/N) watched him take several strides before turning and going up the steps to her level so that she could enter her apartment.

Her name was being called before she was even able to turn the key to the door of her unit. She turned to see Grace coming up to her from the steps that she’d also just walked up. How did she manage to sneak in behind me?, (Y/N) thought to herself as the blonde-woman approached her.

“Do you need something, Grace?” (Y/N) asked, wondering why she was seeking her out all of a sudden. They’d been much like ships in the night since (Y/N) got the job at the Garrison. At first, (Y/N) was upset by this...she thought that she could find a friend in Grace, and the fact that she lived next door was a large bonus. But now, now that she’d been acting very unusually, (Y/N) wasn’t too sure about her even being considered an acquaintance.

“I wanted to ask you something,” Grace started, glancing around the hall before she continued speaking, “come with me to my apartment,” she then said waving (Y/N) over to the door of the unit next to hers.

Soon enough, both women were being the closed door of the blonde’s apartment. (Y/N) watched carefully as Grace moved around the room, sitting her purse down on the small dining table before she moved over to the cupboards. “Do you want something to drink?” she offered, turning to look at (Y/N) again.

(Y/N) was confused now. She’d only come over because Grace had said that she wanted to talk about ‘something’. She didn’t know what ‘something’ was, but she also wasn’t going to be sticking around and sharing a drink with the woman before she found out. “You said you had something to ask me?” she came right out and got to the point, trying not to sound standoffish, but at the same time not really caring how the words came out.

“I do,” Grace nodded. She’d been hoping to offer (Y/N) something to drink so that maybe she’d get a more colorful answer to the question she was about to ask. But that didn’t seem like it was going to work, so she had to go ahead and ask the question with little preface: “what all do you know about Tommy Shelby and his family?”

Next Part

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[snoopyblankie]

Li’l Pup’s Art Class Suggestions !!

Hellooooo !! I said I wanted to go more in depth with some of my “school”/“daycare” schedule sections, so I figured I’d start (out of order) with art class !

This is gonna include links to videos focusing on different mediums, as well as links to different craft ideas! I’m not gonna break ‘em down into ages because some folks may not follow those structures, so just pick and choose what you’d like! As you’ll notice, I REALLY like Miss Stephens’ videos, so look around her channel !!

VIDEOS !

Salt Dough Fish Bowl with Miss Stephens

Origami Pets with Miss Stephens

Pet Shop Puppets with Miss Stephens

Draw a Winter Dog/Cat with Miss Stephens

Coral Reef Sculpture with Miss Stephens

Draw a Treasure Map with Miss Stephens

Clay Bobble Head Pets with Miss Stephens

Picasso Dogs with Miss Sonheim

Rock and Roll People with Miss Sonheim + Miss Moore

Nature Faces with Miss Sonheim

Foldable Surprise Drawing with Miss Sonheim + Miss Doman

Elements of Art with Mrs. Hazleton

There’s lots of videos to find! I tried finding the more in-depth/interactive ones to help engage folks while they’re watching like an actual lesson! Searching up “kids art lessons” or similar helps, and if you have a specific artist maybe you wanna learn about, you could look up the artist and see what there is (Brain Pop is great for this, too!)

SOME RANDOM LINKS !

Paper Plate Tambourine (could be good to pair with a music “class” !)

Cardboard Laptop Craft (an upgrade cuz I used to make paper ones during recess with game slots and everything ^w^)

Egg Carton Cars

Farm Animal Finger Puppets

Fake Snow (good to pair with a science “class” !)

Woven Rainbow Fish

We Built a Zoo! (could also be good for science)

Paper Plate Pizza

OTHER IDEAS !

Do some seasonal crafts !

Draw and cut out different animal body parts (paws, horns, wings, tails) and glue ‘em together to make a whole new animal ! (Pair this with writing; name your new creature, describe what it likes to do, what sounds it makes, where it lives, etc)

Make paper/cardboard food for your stuffed animals/dolls ! You can even make menus if you wanna play restaurant some time

Try and make a pop-up book, or a sensory one !

Make bracelets for different moods, or make a chart with drawings of what each mood feels like for you

Finger paint !

Make a sensory bottle/jar

Make a paper doll of yourself (big or small) and cut out some fun clothes for you to wear !

There are a whole BUNCH of ideas you can do, just think a little bit and dream bigger ! It can be helpful if you look these up before you regress (or have a CG do it for you) and print out/write down the instructions beforehand so you’re not having to use your phone/laptop to look up ideas and take you outta the zone. Extra helpful if you queue up the videos you wanna watch! Have fun !! And stay safe with any scissors, hot glue, etc!!

#lil pup speaks ! #routines ! #helpful ! #agere resources #agere #age regression #age regressor #agere blog #age regression blog

[twobirdsflytogether]

This was supposed to be a small birdduo/lovebird drabble,,,,,it is now over 500 words and I kinda want to continue it/add it to my ao3 collection.

Anywho, onto the thing! ⬇️

Waking in their shared nest, Jaiden yawns and tries stretching the sleepiness away. Extending her wings as she does, fluttering them a bit, her tail swaying as well.

Looking around, she spots Baghera sitting on the ground messing with her backpacks. She lets out a small mrrp to catch the duck's attention.

Baghera turns at the sound, “ah, Bonjour ma chérie! I was just getting ready to explore with Pomme. Do you want to come with us?”

“No…thanks though” Jaiden quietly chirps in avian.

“Okay. Well, message me if you need anything or if you change your mind when you wake up a bit more.” Baghera leans into the nest and softly kisses Jaiden's cheek.

She stands, grabbing her bags and opens the door. Turning back to look at Jaiden, “À plus, mon colibri!” and off she goes.

Shortly after Baghera's departure Jaiden leaves the nest. Still rubbing the sleep from her eyes she shivers slightly.

‘hmm, guess it's going to be a jacket day’, she thinks to herself as she goes to the closet.

Opening it and spotting one of Baghera's gray sweaters, she quickly grabs it, chuckling softly to herself. Putting it on, struggling a bit to find the slits on the back and to fit her wings through them. Straightening a few feathers and taking out her warpstone, nodding at herself ready to head out.

The purple particles fade around her as she arrives in ‘girl village’. Spotting Foolish and Leo chatting with Tina, Bagi, and Em. Foolish looks over and they wave to each other at the same time, making them both laugh as she walks over. She greets them all and asks whats up, sparking Foolish and Tina to start rambling about the latest drama, Bagi cutting in every once in a while to add her thoughts on whatever is being said.

Em looks over at Leo then back towards her mama, then back to Leo. Leo does the same, they nod to each other and walk a bit away to sign to each other without their parents seeing. Jaiden looks over to see them shaking tiny clawed paws seemingly reaching some sort of agreement.

Jaiden crouches down as Em walks to her curling her tail in front of her legs, the little dragon having a determined look on her face, so she wants to be at the same level as her new daughter.

Stopping to make sure all the adults could see what she's about to write on a sign, placing

“Hey mama Jaiden.

Isn't that Tia Baghera's sweater?

:3”

Foolish, Tina, and Bagi immediately read it. And collectively point out ‘yeah, isn't that Baghera's?’ and start to ask about it.

Jaiden flustered, her feathers puffing up a bit, tail flicking around, stuttering out “I have no clue what you're talking about, anyways- um” trying to quickly change topics, “Hey Foolish what's your next build plan?”

Behind the shark-totem, Leo falls over with a roaring laughter and Em lets out little chirping giggles. Foolish smirks at what the dragonlings just did, mentally noting to tease Jaiden about it later, but starts talking about his next build plan.

Bagi covers her mouth suppressing a small laugh at Jaidens reaction, taking out a book to write it down. The moment her pen touches paper, she sees Jaiden's ears change from pointed elf-like to something similar to a cats, one facing Foolish and the kids nodding along to what he says, the other towards her twitching slightly whenever she starts to write. She notes this down too.

#qsmp jaiden #q!jaiden #qsmp baghera #q!baghera #qsmp birdduo #birdduo #bird duo #qsmp lovebirds #jaiden x baghera #qsmpshipping #ficlet #fic wip #dont like dont interact #qsmp love birds #q!love birds #twobirdsflytogether post

[haztobegood]

⭐️ Annual Writing Self-Evaluation 2023 ⭐️

I love doing this every year. (2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022) I can't believe I've been writing for six years now! I looked through my past annual posts and got a bit emotional, it's amazing to see how much I've grown and changed.

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 7

2. Word count posted for the year: 11,572

3. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction, Music RPF (The Snuts)

4. Pairings: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Louis Tomlinson/Jack Cochrane, Louis Tomlinson/Bodyguard

5. Story with the most: Kudos: No (Birth) Control Bookmarks: No (Birth) Control Comments: Good Dogs Don’t Bark

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): Chaos is a 100 word drabble that I'm very proud of. I tried for months to write a Louis/Bodyguard fic for the Louis Rare Pair fest and it just wasn't coming together. Putting a hard limit on the word count was a fun little challenge that helped me get the idea down on paper. At first I didn't know if I could build a steamy plot in so few words, but it worked out in the end and I couldn't be happier with it!

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): Of the stuff posted this year, I'm not unhappy with anything, but if I had to rank everything, chapter 2 of Good Dogs Don’t Bark is at the bottom of the pack. I was in a weird mood writing-wise when I wrote that chapter and it reminds me of that time whenever I think of it.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: @allwaswell16 read Chaos on her podcast! I dedicated the drabble to her for inspiring and encouraging me all year when writing has been a struggle, and for being such a supportive mod for @louisrarepairfest!

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: All year! This is the least I've ever written since I started. Life has been full of big changes and it threw off my writing habits. I've also been very stuck in my head about certain aspects of writing that I never used to think twice about. I'm hoping now that life has settled and I've got somewhat of a new routine figured out, I can set some intentions and build up my habit again, because I really miss writing.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: This scene from Baking Memories made me burst out laughing when it came to me:

Looking down at his six little pies, Louis is starting to feel like a proper baker. Jack finishes up his last and says, “Alright, let’s top ‘em.” “I bet that’s your favourite part,” Louis jokes raising his eyebrows teasingly. “At least these don’t talk back when I’m topping.” “Oi!”

More under the cut.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: From No (Birth) Control

He picked up another potato. Twisting the paring knife expertly around the spud, the thin brown peel sliced away from the white flesh in smooth, practiced movements. It was easy for Harry to get lost in the meditative efforts of slicing, dicing, and peeling. Just two potatoes remained when Harry caught Louis’ piquant scent through the open window. Harry paused his singing and peeling as he breathed in deeply. His sense of smell was always attuned to his alpha, but this close to heat the pull was even stronger. The back door opened. The scent enveloped him, stronger than the savoury aroma of the roast, as Louis wrapped his arms around Harry’s middle, hugging him from behind. Harry melted back into his touch, forgetting about the half-peeled potato in his hand. “Hi baby.” Louis said, leaning in to drag his nose along the curve of Harry’s neck in tender greeting. “Alpha,” Harry sighed, tension he didn’t know he’d been holding meting away. He could stay like this, content in his alpha’s arms, forever. Louis licked up the side of his neck. The blatant scent marking sent shivers up Harry’s spine, and a light nip of sharp teeth over his bondmark started to make him wet. He would be half-tempted to bend over the counter, if it weren’t for the roast cooking in the oven and the twins playing in the yard. Harry bit back a whimper. “Lou, no,” he groaned. “I need to finish dinner.” With all his resolve, Harry gripped the paring knife tighter and focused his attention on peeling the remaining potatoes.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: I've learned to be patient with myself. I have a lot of wips that I've started in 2019 or 2020 that aren't even close to being finished. I used to be so frustrated that I couldn't finish them, but now I've learned that sometimes the wip needs to sit in the dark cavern of the drafts folder to age like fine wine.

13. How do you hope to grow next year: I want to be more intentional about setting time to write. I miss having a regular writing time and want to be able to work on some of the exciting ideas I have.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): @allwaswell16 and @himynameiszayn are the most supportive friends, they were always around to offer advice, help me think of words, and cheer me on when writing was hard. I don't think I would have written half the amount of words I posted if it wasn't for them.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: I listened to The Snuts so much this year after seeing them play during FITFWT, so it was only natural for me to write a fic featuring Jack. I love the silly Christmas video the band shared a few years ago and knew it was perfect idea for the fic that became Baking Memories!

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: I touched on it a bit above, but sometimes taking a pause on a wip you're struggling with is a good thing. Give yourself grace to move on when an idea isn't coming together the way you want. It doesn't mean you need to give up on the story completely, it might just be the wrong time.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: I am looking forward to writing something for @wankersday again, and I am getting closer to finishing my alien!Harry fic that's been 5 years in the making!

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

I tag @banaanipoika9 @louandhazaf @hazzabeeforlou @beelou anyone else that wants to do this!

#fics and wips

[callmewrinkles3]

25 with Dan and Em please? I love them so so much 😭😭😭😭

Almost every single detail about their wedding was planned. Thanks to Charlie and her wonderful family the venue dilemma was solved and ready to go. Dan had his suit, the boys had theirs. Em had a dress that she loved and made her feel like a dream. They’d taken their time and chosen the flowers, the food, the wine, every single other detail was solved. The only thing that they couldn’t decide on was the cake.

They’d tried so many, but none of the ones they were right. The flavours weren’t good enough, the filling texture was weird, the bakery couldn’t make the cake look anything like what they wanted. They still had time before they needed to have it ready to go, but it was one of the things that made Em completely nervous. Dan had promised that they’d find the right one. No matter where they had to go to find it and no matter the price they would find their perfect wedding cake. But she still worried.

What they weren’t expecting was to find it in a tiny bakery by the nearest shops instead of the big ones they’d been to. Dan went out to his parents for the morning and picked up a cake to treat them on his way home. Em was making coffee and waiting for Dan so she could finish cooking their brunch when the door opened. It was his normal greeting, a hug and kiss on the cheek with a little paper bag smelling of citrus.

“What’s that?” She asked, looking over at Dan as he perched on the edge of the countertop, right beside where Em was standing.

“A treat for brunch. Figured it was better for us to go back to basics between so many cakes. C’mon, open it.”

Em did as she was told, carefully opening the bag and the brightly coloured bakery box to reveal a perfect lemon drizzle cake. It not only looked beautiful, but it smelled like heaven.

“Where did you find this cutie?”

“Stopped off on my way back from mum and dad’s. Mum said we should have a break from tasting cakes and just have something to enjoy.”

“If it tastes as good as it looks then it’s going to be heaven.”

She pulled a knife from the block and cut a large slice for them to split. There was absolutely no point in cutting two slices for them, Dan would just steal bites from hers. It was the same way he always drank from her bottle of water instead of his own, the ridiculous habit he’d started years ago and Em wouldn’t complain about it. Em took the first bite before passing her fork back to her boy, waiting for him to take the next one. It didn’t just look beautiful, it tasted like a little piece of heaven.

“Alright, that’s a good cake.” Dan was the first one to admit it, taking the knife to cut another slice for them.

“That’s seriously good.”

It hit them at the same time. Blake and Michael had both joked that they had telepathic conversations and this was no different. They instantly knew what was happening, a small smile spreading across each face.

“Daniel Joseph Ricciardo, you just found our goddamn wedding cake.” Em leaned up to kiss him with a grin, Dan pulling her up to him to kiss her back.

#ciwyw drabble #call it what you want fic

[blessyourhondahurley]

Suptober day 8 - Memories Are Made of This

As the screen goes all wiggly after How Could I Forget? we cut to a high school flashback. Will our star-crossed lovers beat the odds?

Suptober prompt: Satanic Panic Flufftober prompt: Rainy Day

(Read on AO3)

“Dean. Hey. Dude, are you drooling?”

Charlie's voice cuts through his gauzy daydream like a hot scalpel. He shakes himself alert, blinking rapidly as his eyes and his mind struggle to refocus on his dreary surroundings. Third period biochem. Rainy day. Middle of nowhere, Kansas. Ugh.

His bestie continues to lay into him in a hissed whisper. “You need to wake up! You haven't been paying attention to anything Mr. Singer has written on the board, and he already told us it's all gonna be on the test next week!! Where's your head today?” She narrows her eyes and gives him the look that always makes him feel like she's corkscrewing right into his brain. “You're not still thinking about that Novak kid, are you?”

He tries. He really does. He doesn't flinch, doesn't fidget, doesn't drop his eyes. “Nah,” he drawls, putting what he hopes is the exact right amount of casual disinterest into that single lying syllable.

She doesn't buy his act for a second. “Bull. Shit,” she replies, smacking him on the shoulder. “You are. Dean! I told you, that one is not for you! Between your Led Zep shirts and our weekend D&D games, his parents would call an exorcist if they found out he was even talking to you!”

“Oh come on, Red,” he protests weakly. “The Satanic Panic died out in the 80's.”

Charlie gives him a dark look. “Not in the Novak household, it didn't. I'm serious, Dean. Those blue eyes may be super dreamy, but he is more trouble than he's worth. Trust and believe. Now settle down, focus, and catch up!” She points furiously up at the whiteboard, which Mr. Singer is continuing to fill with blocky, crabbed lettering, and then down at his blank notebook.

Dean sighs and picks up his pen.

~~~~~~~~

Everybody at the school knows about the Novaks, Lawrence High's very own pack of homegrown Cullens. They're an unwieldy gaggle of siblings, almost too many to count. Well-dressed, God-fearing, condescending little pricks, the lot of 'em. They keep themselves to themselves, and everyone else appreciates the favor. Nobody in their right mind would ever try to date one of them.

Except.

Except...

Except Castiel Novak, the baby of the family, with his eyes as blue as the sky and his messy black hair and his voice like a rake being dragged across concrete? He smiles at Dean, laughs at his jokes. They sit side-by-side in fifth period study hall now, and Dean's grades have dropped almost half a point since the new seating charts were drawn up, because he doesn't get a damn bit of studying done in that hour.

He's completely fucking smitten, is the thing. It's disgusting. But Charlie's right: he doesn't have a chance with someone like Castiel. The Novaks are bible study, violin lessons, honor roll. Dean's cheeseburgers, greasy carburetors, ripped jeans. So what if they have a blast hanging out every afternoon when they're supposed to be doing their homework? So what if Dean shakes sometimes with how much he wants to take Cas's hand, kiss his lips, touch his skin? It'll never happen, and that's a fact.

And then one Friday in March, just as they're all gathering up their books and backpacks to head to sixth period, Cas hands him a folded-up piece of notebook paper and runs out of the room. When Dean opens it up, he sees the question that will determine the course of the rest of his life:

DO YOU WANT TO GO TO SPRING FORMAL WITH ME

YES          NO

This fic concludes here...

#destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel au #destiel fluff #suptober23 #day 8 #flufftober2023