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galaxy-siren · 6 months
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Obnoxious
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Request: Idk if you would like to but that headcannon you wrote briefly on Eddie tapping his fingers or pencils like drums can you maybe write a fic about since requests are open? I just thought it would be cute and funny how he does stop for reader but the other guys he doesn’t and they’re like wth but also like umm are you whipped for her 😂😅
Word Count: 0.7k
Warnings: short fic, Eddie and reader are friends (Eddie has a crush on reader), reader gets overstimulated from noise, tiny bit of fluff
AN: this wan an anonymous request based off of this headcannon I made. I'm sorry this is short, but I think it's still pretty cute! I hope you all enjoy!
Eddie had a lot of quirks. Sometimes he spoke too loud, he hummed, he spoke with his mouth full on occasion, and his hands always flayed about when he told a story. Some of his quirks people didn’t mind, but the one that drove all of Hellfire, and by extension anyone who sat next to Eddie in class, crazy was his incessant drumming.
He would drum his pencil, pen, finger against any surface put before him. Since it drove everyone insane, they would always give him a death glare and very angerly tell him to stop, but this would just spur him on. The second after someone said, “Oh my god, would you stop?” he would look them right in the eye and drum even more obnoxiously.
This happened most often at lunch, during Hellfire, or anytime the group hung out. He would start drumming his finger against the table, the guys would yell at him to stop, and he would just do it louder and with more showmanship.
But once you came along…things changed.
Everyone was gathered at the lunch table, talking about something or other. Eddie sat in his usual spot at the head of the table, quietly at first, but since no one was talking to him, he started to drum his fingers against the edge of the table. It started out soft and slow, nothing too complex. But he got more into it as time went on.
“Dude! Seriously, can you not!” Jeff groaned.
“You know, I’m the drummer I should be the one doing this.” Gareth added.
Eddie smirked, “What’s that? Drum louder? Indeed, I can.”
Jeff and Gareth groaned in unison and Grant rolled his eyes, “You guys should know by now that whenever you tell him to stop, it just eggs him on.”
Eddie let out a maniacal laugh and drummed his fingers against the table even faster and offbeat to be extra annoying causing all the guys to release a frustrated sigh.
You sat next to Eddie and winced at the sound of his drumming. All of the noises in the cafeteria were causing a sensory overload and you quickly turned to Eddie with a pleading expression, “Eddie, with all the talking, walking around, and everything else going on right now, the drumming is making me feel overstimulated. Could you please stop?”
“Sure thing.” Eddie said with no hesitation and ceased his drumming.
“Thank you.”
The guys stared at Eddie, their jaws agape. Never in a million years had Eddie ever listened to them, or anyone else for that matter, when they told him to stop doing anything.
“What the hell!” Gareth shouted.
“Gareth, did you not hear her? She said she’s overstimulated, shut the hell up.” Eddie said in a quiet but stern tone.
Jeff, Grant, and Gareth all shared a puzzled look and then went back to their lunch.
This trend continued. Anytime Eddie started doing any of his obnoxious habits, the second you asked him to stop, he would do so without complaint. At first it confused the guys. They had no idea why Eddie would listen to you but not to anyone else. The thought that you always asked him nicely, said “please” and “thank you,” had occurred to them. But that theory was proven false when you yelled at him a couple of times and he still stopped, he even apologized, which convinced Gareth the Eddie had been replaced by an alien. And more often than not, you would just look at him and say, “Stop” in a firm tone.
But then it hit them like a ton of bricks.
They had been at Gareth’s having band practice and were waiting for the newest members of Hellfire, Dustin, Mike, and Lucas, to show up, and Eddie started drumming his hands against his legs. You just looked at him, not a word was spoken, and he stopped. You turned back to the book you were reading, and Eddie, not aware the guys were watching, grinned from ear to ear as he stared at you with what could only be described as love.
Eddie had it bad for you. Why else would he stop being an obnoxious idiot?
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gavisuntiedboot · 9 months
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Whenever you have the time could you write about Gavi with a gf that is a bit reserved and touch starved, her love language is physical touch but she doesn't initiate it with Gavi because her ex always told her she is clingy and annoying so she's insecure about it, so Gavi tries to show her it's okay by always cuddling her, or touching her in any way. And then over time she starts to initiate the cuddling/touching and Gavi is so proud and happy because she finally feels comfortable with him
Your writing is amazing btw, I've decided to wait for you to finish Just Pretend completely to continue reading it because whenever I finish the last chapter you post I get so sad because the next one isn't out yet and I can't live in the agony of not knowing what happens next
Pls hold my hand
"Princess, why do you have a sweatshirt that says ‘clingy’ on it?”
You looked over to Gavi, who plopped himself down on the couch next to you, grabbing the remote to cue the Netflix show the two of you had been watching for the last several weeks, eager to finally watch another episode, as the two of you held your shared series’ to a sacred standard. With only two episodes left of the latest “Drive to Survive”, you didn’t want to delay the experience with too much conversation.
"Just and inside joke between me and my friends.” You said, avoiding eye contact and focusing on the bag of m&m’s in front of you.
“Your friends think you’re clingy?” He asked, turning to face you as his hoodie slipped from his head, messy brown locks on full display. One of the things you adored about Pablo was how much he was always trying to protect you and look out for you. You weren’t really be confrontational, and this lead to some mistreatment and being pushed over at times by those close to you. Well, you used to. Since you and Pablo started dating about 8 months ago, he had been there to defend you against people who wanted to take advantage, and often was the voice reminding you to stick up for yourself.
“No no, it’s not them. It’s … something to do with my ex boyfriend. Do you still want to know?”
Gavi tensed at this. Despite you never saying anything explicitly negative about your boyfriend, all the stories Gavi heard made him hate the man with a burning passion. He had slowly but surely messed you up in so many ways, and now as Pablo worked to slowly unravel the knots tightened around your heart, he couldn’t help but curse the man that tied them to begin with.
“Yeah. You can tell me.”
You shifted in your seat, rather uncomfortable with the topic, but not wanting to lie to your boyfriend.
“Well, remember that little love languages quiz I made you do? Well I did mine like years ago, and I got physical touch. Which makes sense right because that’s one of yours and we seem to be getting along pretty well.” Gavi giggled at this, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and causing you to tense.
“Well, my last boyfriend wasn’t super into like… touching? Fuck that sounds sexual. I mean he didn’t really like being touched or cuddling or all that couple stuff. Didn’t like holding hands either. And like this one time, he was watching something on his computer and I was feeling bold or whatever and tried to sit on his lap — he hated that though. He liked pushed me onto the floor and told me to stop being clingy.” You forced out a laugh, trying to lighten the mood and soften the look of horror that had occupied Gavi’s face.
“That was actually why I broke up with him. Anyways I didn’t hug any of my friends for a month after that, and when they finally confronted me and I told them why, they got this made me for me. See, look at the sleeve,” you said, stretching out your arm to show him the ‘pls hold my hand’ embroidered on the sleeve. “So now whenever I’m in my clingy sweatshirt, my friends give me a ton of hugs and stuff. It’s funny. I think.” You say, winching slightly by the fact that Pablo’s eyebrows are still pushed together in anger.
He muttered his grievances about your boyfriend while cuddling closer to you, pulling you into his chest. Your cheeks warmed as they were pressed against Gavi’s beating heart. Despite the long time you had been dating Pablo, you still were shy when it came to initiating any sort of affection. You were too scared of annoying him and pushing him further away. So you remained shy and reserved, only responding to the touches he initiated.
“Give me your hand, silly. Never been with a girl who came with instructions before. Maybe I should get you a pair of panties that say-“ his sentence abruptly ended with a pillow to the face. You giggled, trying to pull away from his grasp, but he just pulled you closer, wrapping both arms around you now.
“Oh no no princesa. You’re not going anywhere. Now hush and make mean comments about Verstappen with me.”
~
Over the next few weeks, Pablo had made an active effort to make you more comfortable with being physical with him. Whenever the two of you were out, he held your hand or had you two link arms. He hugged you and kissed you on the cheek or forehead, asking, “you don’t want to give me a kiss back, Amor?” Puppy dog eyes and adorable pout on display, you coyly returned the peck to his jutted out lip. He smiled widely, teeth almost blinding you. He returned with an attack, kissing you across both cheeks, and ending with a searing kiss to the lips.
His favorite time was when you two watched shows together. He would always pull you in close, cuddling with you next to him on the couch. He would lean close and whisper his comments about the show into your ear, making your skin erupt in goosebumps as his breath famed over. He would press kisses into your temples, breathing in the sweet smell of your hair, and reminding you how much he loved being around you.
“You’re so warm amor - my personal furnace. I love it.”
“Your skin is so soft, feels so nice.”
“I wish I never had to get up from beside you.”
After three weeks of hand holding, kisses, and encouragement, you finally found the confidence to approach Gavi to heal your touch starvation. You put on your clingy hoodie again, laying out snacks on the coffee table and firing up her Netflix.
“Princesa I’m here! Where are you?”
Running to the door, you wrapped both arms around Gavi’s neck, pulling him into you and greeting him with a firm kiss. As he recovered from the unexpected greeting, you informed him that you would be in the living room pulling up a new series. He followed closely after kicking off his shoes, and peeling off his Barca jacket, picking up the hoodie you had laid out for him.
“Did you change shampoos? Used to be peach and now it’s strawberry.”
“How could you tell?” You asked, grabbing some drinks as Pablo got comfy on the couch. He crossed his arms across his chest, legs spread and back slumped.
“My clothes smell different around the shoulders. That’s usually where your wet hair sits.” He looked over at you, watching your eyes go wide. “Amor, you know I love you, stop being surprised when I actually act like it. Now what are we watching?”
Taking a deep breath, you walked back over. You grabbed the remote, pressing play.
“The new season of Black Mirror is out and I’m dying to see it. Heard this one is creepier than normal.” As you explained, you walked over to Gavi. Before he could move to make space for you on the sofa, you draped yourself over his lap. Your legs were to his side, back pressed to his chest. Your arms wrapped around his torso, and you laid your head on his shoulder. ‘Deep breaths it’s okay he’s not going to push you off.’
Pablo was stunned for a moment, so much so that he remained motionless. Once the shock wore off and he felt your slight tremble, he brought his muscled arms around you, pulling you tightly against him, soft lips pressing to your pulse point and freeing a soft gasp from your throat. He rested his head atop yours, the pressure and warmth comforting and familiar.
“Look at you being bold cariño. If I knew it would get you to sit in my lap we would’ve done this months ago.” You giggled softly in response, turning to face him. You rested your forehead against his, gazing deeply into the deep brown pools of his eyes. Leaning in, his lips eagerly met yours, refusing to release you. When you finally pulled away, you resumed your comfortable position in Pablo’s embrace. “I’m so proud of you, princesa.” The two of you fell into s comfortable silence, enjoying the show, squeezing each other tighter whenever things got intense.
“Can I get a matching clingy hoodie for whenever I want cuddles?” Pablo asked, smiling at you from above.
“I don’t think so, Pablito. You would never take it off.”
~~~
Guys I have the worst headacheeeeee but yay I posted!
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ruewrote · 10 months
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𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒.
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PAIRING: jj maybank x fem!reader WARNINGS: some strong language GENRE: angst, fluff, friends to lovers SONG INSPIRATION: worst of you by maisie peters WORD COUNT: 1k
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you stood at the end of the dock, at your spot. the tip of your shoe skimming the surface of the water, shivering at the cool breeze that brushed past you.
wrapping your arms tighter around your body, searching for any type of warmth and comfort as you checked the notifications on your phone for what felt like the fifteenth time that hour, some were from pope and sarah but none from jj.
he promised he'd be here this time! you should've known.
this was the third time in two weeks that you would make plans and something had come up, his empty promises filled you with hope, only for him to be a no-show.
the sun was now setting. tears stung your eyes, sniffling whilst looking down at the ripples of the water finding no interest in doing what you were originally here to do.
"im so stupid, i really thought he was going to be here." shaking your head, more tears fell down your cheeks as you stood.
the walk home was absolutely miserable and the rain that had started to drizzle didn't help either. the few drops turned into heavy showers, having felt there was no need for an umbrella earlier on your clothes were now soaked right through down to your underwear.
opening your front door you were greeted by your excited sister waiting for all the juicy details, knowing that you were gonna confess and helped you get ready for the occasion too.
the tears that had once subsided now came flooding back, she just wrapped you up in a firm hug as you sobbed in her arms.
after you had calmed a little she sat you down asking you what happened or if he had rejected you, but you just explained how he never showed up. how he never even sent you a text about it?
"im gonna kick his ass! who even does that? no, no, no let me rephrase that. when has jj ever done that? especially to you of all people!"
that got you thinking, obviously, him not showing was really hurtful in general, but at the same time, it confused you since this was the boy who wouldn't let you carry your school bag as long as he was around or would bring you your favorite coffee in the morning even if he was late.
for the next couple of days, you avoided jj, which wasn't hard since he had different classes than you that week. the times that you guys did bump into each other you either made up an excuse or joined the sea of people who were rushing to get to their next lesson.
this had been far from easy for you, there hadn't really been a time when the two of you weren't together.
now you're here, sitting by yourself in the library doing your history project here since your laptop decided to stop working halfway through.
hours had gone by and you had made a ton of progress on your work, now sitting back and taking a long sip out of your water bottle as you proofread what you had written only to be interrupted by a loud bang from the entrance of the building, making you jump and turn to investigate.
a mistake on your part since you made direct eye contact with the mad blonde. ducking your head, gathering your things together before logging off seeing if there was any way of sneaking past him.
"what have you been?" fuck.
you tried to ignore and walk around him but were only pulled back to face him by your arm. gentle, his touch was so light like it always had been. he'd never hurt you. no matter how angry he got.
"answer me!" jj exclaimed, only to be shushed by the librarians.
everyone was now looking at the two of you, so you grabbed his hand, dragging him out of there. of course only for it to be pouring again.
"you have the audacity to be trying to call me out on this when you've ghosted me for almost a whole week and then expected us to just go back to normal? like everything's okay between us?" you scoffed, running your hands through your hair, huffing out a laugh.
"i was...busy, i couldn't help it! im sorry okay?"
having heard enough of his shit you walked out into the cold with jj following close behind you.
"y/n talk to me!" he shouted over the loud pattering, stopping you in your tracks, whipping around to face him.
"do you know why i asked you to go to our place the other day?"
he just shook his head.
"i have yearned for you for years, in secrecy and silence." your voice was almost a whisper, but he heard you.
"what?"
"its you jj, its always been you... im in love with you." both of your chests heaving heavily, finding it hard to catch your breath in the rain. tears filled your eyes as you tried to look everywhere but him. his stare felt almost too much.
"but you never said anything?" jjs voice broke as his own tears caressed his cheeks but were quickly wiped away by the raindrops.
"how could i? you're looking at me but you don't see me jj. do you know how that feels? i just want you to see me. please."
that's when he strode toward you, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you into him, your arms wrapping around his neck. tilting his head to the side as his lips brushed against yours.
his hands slid to your lower back, deepening the kiss. reaching up you intertwined your fingers in his hair lightly pulling at the wet strands, a muffled groan left him which only made you smile as you pulled away.
"i love you too, by the way, i didn't know if i made that clear or not?" jj joked which only made you playfully punch him.
the next day the two of you were both cuddled up in your bed sniffling, very sick from stupidly standing in a literal storm yesterday, but hey it was totally worth it in the end.
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1-800-colby · 1 year
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Birthday blues | Jake Webber
warnings: none, just some angst towards the end.
No hate towards tara, I love her.
Word count: ( 2.0k)
You hated conflicts. You hated how people get upset, and say things they don't mean, and how they tend to not be friends after the whole argument. That's sort of what happening with you and your friend Jake Webber. You and Jake. You two have been friends since the end of time.
Ever since he moved to LA after high school. Your other friends Sam Golbach and Colby Brock had introduced the two of you guys at a party when he just moved. However, you didn't officially become friends a month later, when bumping into each other one after noon.
Now here you are, in 2019. It's your twentieth birthday! Normally you would be spending it with your family, however they are in your hometown, which sucks. It was late at night, and you were getting ready for a birthday party that your best friend Katrina Stuart was throwing you. She is talking to Sam Golbach, and you hope the two of them get together.
Getting a knock at your door, you open it and see her. "Come on slowpoke! It's nine, and I told people to be there in thirty minutes!" She yelled while grabbing your arm, making you instantly take your purse and locking the door behind you.
"Okay, chill! I love that you're throwing me a party, Kat!" You annonce as she enters her car, and you two are on yalls way. She nodded.
"Anything for you [y/n]. Plus, we got this huge cake that should last for days!" She joked as you two laughed and sang along to the song on the radio. Pulling up to Sam and Colby's house, called the traphouse, where your other friends are living too, you see tons of cars and are already hearing loud music.
"If the cops come, we should film." you say to her while walking up. Seeing that she's on her phone, instead of laughing at your joke, you ask who she's texting. "What's going on?" You ask as she spun you around to face her.
With her hands on your shoulders, she starts to speak. 'Please don't be mad, but this is a surprise party. Everyone's trying to find a place to hide, and yell hello," she told you whole moving her hands along to the story. You groaned.
Yes you did love surprises, however you hated being in the spotlight. That's why tonight you thought it was just going to be your friend group, and not people you didn't know at all, trying to crash your party. Hell, some people that are already there don't even know who you are.
"Fine, but if they try to prank me tonight, I am not going out to any kind of parties for a month!" you told her half-jokingly as she smiled, and sort of blinded you with her hands. Hearing a course of Happy Birthday you instantly had a smile on your face, trying to show them that you had no idea.
You saw the decorations. It was a classic color, purple, since it's your favorite, with all kinds of balloons, and party hats ( jake had two on making you laugh), with a photo booth on some wall. It was mainly just your friend group who was there to welcome you, and a new girl? Standing next to your best friend, making you a little upset.
Walking up to everyone you tried your best to put a smile on your face. Yes, Jake was your best friend, and he could bring any one he wanted but it was your day. Why would he bring a date, you don't know to your own birthday party. It made you sick. You didn't have a clue why you felt this way, maybe it's cause you started to form a small crush on him, but you told yourself it would go away, and it would never happen.
Making your way to him, he smiled while pulling you into a hug. Rubbing your hair, he put his second birthday hat on your, making you let out a fake groan as you pretended that the string hurt you.
"Oh hush! I know it didn't hurt." He said while playing along. You and Jake fit together like two peas in a pod. You two understood each other when no one else can, not even Kat or your other best friend Colby. As he pulled the short girl beside him closer, she tried to let out a friendly smile.
It's obvious that she was a little awkward to be here, and so are you. With the biggest grin on his face, he introduced the girl. "[y/n], this is Tara, the girl I was telling you about." He said as she smiled, while you shook her hand politely.
Ah, Tara. Yes, it all makes sense now. Ever since October Jake has been talking about a girl named Tara Yummy. How he makes her so happy, and how she does the same. That's when your feelings came in, rushing in a little too late. You were slightly hoping that she isn't nice, just so it won't hurt much, but however she is.
She's probably the sweetest person your have ever met that Jake had brought into your life. Before it was time for cake, and for you to blow out your candles, you and Tara were talking, along with Kat. Music was blaring so loud that you couldn't hear a lot, but it was fine. You could see Jake on the other side watching the three of you.
"Again, it's so nice to finally meet you, [y/n]. Almost every day Jake brings you up, and I get to meet his best friend. Sometimes I even think he likes you more than me, which might be a little weird since we are talking, I guess." Tara announced as you and Kat looked at each other.
"What?" you asked her as she took a sip of her drink.
"Yeah, he talks non-stop about you. I wonder if he ever talks that way about me to you guys," she says while giving a smile to Jake, and he does the same.
You shook your head not knowing what to say. Kat was the one to speak. "I'm sorry, but i've only heard about you now and like two days ago.... I don't -" as Kat was stopped by Tara she thought it was a good time for cake, not wanting to get into a argument with the girl. So many thoughts were racing through your head, along with the alcohol.
Why would Jake talk more about you instead of the girl he was seeing, and to make it worse she seems so nice- you were interrupted as they started singing the song, while taking videos and pictures, probably for posting on instagram later, but for memories.
Blowing out the last candle everyone cheered as you stood up, excusing yourself and going to the bathroom before you had a piece of cake.
Shutting the door, you ran our hands through your hair, not knowing what to think.
A knock was heard at the door. "[y/n}, I know you're in there. I just came because I know how much you like cake, and since you didn't get a piece yet, I just wanted to check on you." He said, slightly yelling. Not knowing if you should open it or not, you gave in and opened it, letting the boy in.
He closed the door, probably thinking that I conversation was about to happen. "how come you talk more about me to Tara? And you never really talk about her to us, huh?" You asked him while pacing around the big bathroom. "Why would you bring her here tonight, if you haven't even talked to her more than three times, Jake! I mean, come on it's not fair to her if you don't even like her-" As your ranting was put to a stop, you felt his lips on yours.
Kissing back, you held onto his shoulders, making him lean down a little to make it better for you guys, because of the height difference. Knowing what you two were doing you pushed him off you, making him stumble back, with a confused look on his face.
"[y/n] what was that for?" He asked confused, why you would break the kiss. "your in a relationship with Tara! You brought her here on my BIRTHDAY, and now your kissing me?" Before finishing you had to stop yourself from confessing.
He was fidgeting. "I'm not dating Tara. Sure it may look like it, but I don't feel the same way about her as I do to you!' He said while pointing his hands towards you. "I've liked you ever since I met you! I think Tara was just something to show me how I truly feel about you. I liked you [y/n], I love everything about you." He said making you think.
Moving to sit on the side of the bathtub, he sat in front of you. Waiting for your response. "What about Tara?" You ask as he sighs. "I'm going to talk to her tonight, after I drop her off." You finally looked towards him, wanting to make your own confession.
"I won't lie, ever since Tara came into conversation three months ago, I became really upset. I noticed it was because I liked you, and I just didn't realize it. What happens now?"
He gets up, and takes your hand. "Will you go out with me? I mean, after I settle things the right way with Tara, and tell her how I really feel?'' He asked as you smiled.
"Yes," you said while he pulled you into a quick kiss. "let's go have some cake." He said while making you smile and follow him downstairs.
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imaginesheaven · 1 year
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Reader x TF 141 x Alex – Being Alex’s twin headcanons
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Disclaimer: Doesn’t quite follow the story of the campaign missions of MW and MWII.
Warnings: Curse words? I have no idea *haha*
 Being twins with Alex is the best thing that ever happened to both of you. Since you can remember you always have each other’s back and that fact will never change. He is your best friend and you are his for the rest of your lives.
Alex being a smug and teasing you that you are actually five minutes younger than him. Referring to himself as your older brother. You roll your eyes at him grinning.
“You might be older, but I got the good looks and intelligence~”
Laswell would never admit it out loud, but is more than glad to have you both as a dream team on missions. If it gets complicated she can be sure that you two will sort it out discretely to her satisfaction.
Your reputation made round on the home base very quickly. Since you and Alex tend to work either alone or only the two of you together the other soldiers keep their respectfully distance. Mostly of them are just too scared to embarrass themselves in front of the two of you making small talk.  
“This is a dangerous mission. I will give you my two best soldiers. Of course, under the radar”, Laswell offers Price as she hands out mission files, “Get the twins!”
“No need to yell, Laswell. We can hear you very loud and clear”, you reply grinning as you make your way towards her and Price with Alex by your side. Both of you are already prepared with all you might need for the mission.
Captain Price heard a ton of good talk about the two of you. If he would want two soldiers by his side fighting it would be you and Alex. One day he will get you two on his team. “(Y/N), Alex. Nice to see you two still alive.”
Gaz can’t believe his eyes as you stand in front of him. Words spread like fire around the base so he knows a lot of stories about the Keller twins. He can feel the nervousness pooling in his body hoping he wouldn’t make a fool out of him.
“That’s Sergeant Kyle Garrick”, Price introduces you since the young soldier can’t a single word out. “Nice to meet you”, you reply grinning giving him a wink making his knees weak.
“Got your back, Kyle”, saving Gaz’s ass non-stop and making him blush every single time. Price enjoying what friendships grows between the two of you, but would never admit it. Just rolls his eyes, “Kids, stop playing.”
Being flirty with all the soldiers is a kind of hobby of yours. You just love how the toughest men and women get weak knees and stumble over their words in your presence.  
Your tactic for missions is mostly the same routine. Alex has your back from the distance with a good sniper rifle, while you stir up the hornets’ nest with your beloved shot gun.
During missions Alex and you love to roast each other with counting how many kills you get. “I just saved your sweet little ass out there”, you can almost hear the grin on Alex’ lips. “Easy to say, when you keep your shitty ass out of the fight. Come down into this chaos then we can talk”, you reply taking another enemy out.
“Hey, Alex. Got your eyes on me? Look at that”, giving him the stinky finger laughing. Alex shaking his head grinning looking at you through the scope, “Very mature.”
Sometimes the two of you argue which of you are actually the unplanned kid since your parents did definitely not sign up for double trouble twins like you are.
You would also tease him so hardcore because his crush on Farah. It doesn’t take your twin skills to sense that there is more going on between them than just friendship. You wouldn’t even need words just grinning at him wiggling your eyebrows seductively at the worst moments ever.
“So… You and Farah?” – “… Shut up, (Y/N).”
Being multitalented like you definitely have its perks since you love how everyone underestimates you at first.
“Shit, a bomb and only two minutes to disarm it”, Alex’ eyebrows furrow in light panic. Grinning you roll up your sleeves, “Fucking finally. Thought I could never use this skill.” Farah and Alex staring at you in disbelief as you defuse the bomb without even a single problem.
Since you and Alex don’t see each other sometimes for months you always have enough time to learn something new to bring him out of his coolness during moments like this one.
“You are such a show-off”, your brother rolls his eyes and lets out a big sigh. This earns you the full respect of Farah. She had no idea what an amazing soldier and fighter you are.
Captain Price keeps asking you every single time you have a mission together to join his new Task Force 141. You feel honored, but decline as always with, “I am not quite ready yet.”
Until the day Alex goes M.I.A.
“Either you tell (Y/N) what’s going on or I will”, the mention of your name peaks your interest as you follow the rather loud voices. “This is none of your business! The twins are under my commando and I will do what’s best for them”, Laswell has actually no idea what the best will be for you and Alex.
“What the hell is going on?”, since they are talking about you it is your right to bring yourself into this conversation. The well-known feeling of anxiety hangs onto your shoulders. Something feels very off.
“I’ll wait outside, kiddo”, Price’s heart breaks for you as he leaves you alone with Laswell. It is you right to know what happened to your twin brother, even if it might break your spirit.
“Alex is missing. We don’t even know if he’s still alive”, Laswell tells you with no ounce of sympathy. It’s like she wants to rip of the band-aid as fast as possible. You know if there would be a chance to search for him she would have send you out already. Sometimes you despise to work under the radar.
Without a word you end the conversation and leave the room behind. Price waits outside for you like promised, “Kiddo.” You really appreciate him being there for you, but right now you only want to be alone.
“I am here if you need something”, Price lets you know as you keep walking. “Never saw you in the father role but it suits you”, Laswell folds her arms in front of her chest. She never had the connection to her soldiers like Price does and Laswell knows exactly she just lost you and your skills to Price.
It takes weeks for you alone crying and trying to get back into being a soldier. You even took it onto yourself to tell your parents that Alex will probably be announced dead in a few months. It breaks your heart to see them devasted like you are, but it’s still better that they hear it from you instead from Laswell.
You hate yourself that it isn’t you who went missing. Alex was the better one of you in everything even if you always act confident. So, how should you go on with your life without him?
Fortunately, the Task Force 141 would never give you up. Since you work often together on missions they kind of turned into a second family next to your own family and Alex.
“What a nice surprise”, Price greets you smirking as you enter his office. “Captain, I’m ready to join the Task Force 141”, you can’t be on your own anymore. You need the team as your back-up to find peace once again.
“You are more than welcome, kiddo.”
Since you celebrated the holidays with your family and Alex when you weren’t on a mission, you couldn’t come back home alone. So, you just seduced the team to go with you. Let me tell you it’s chaos, but in the end good chaos.
Your parents are not happy about you bringing random soldiers home with you. They still mourn Alex like you do, but life goes on. The awkwardness shifts into pure bliss within a few days.
The whole team including you help out on the farm with your father. It’s what you and Alex did every time you get home. You all bring life back into their life.
Your mother loves to cook for all of you. The boys can’t help but enjoy to be cared for a few days.
And you can’t get over the fact that Gaz is actually scared of the goats. He wouldn’t even get near to feed them. “Have you an idea how brutal they can be?!”, Kyle tries to explain. The rest of the team just laughs about his behavior.
Soap knows how to drive a tractor, but dear lord! He is actually an awful driver and would destroy everything on his path. “Get off, Soap. This is madness!”
None of the men would admit but they are more than happy to get back home with you for the holidays again.
Of course, they can’t replace Alex, but they are also your family now.
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hockeyboysimagines · 28 days
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F*ck me like I’m famous
Chapter 4
Warnings: Sex, implied sex, talks of sex, alcohol, language.
Hello friends! Here is chapter 4. Sorry for the delay. As I said in the chapter I just posted for Sway I’ve had a ton going on. Hope this is worth the wait!
Enjoy🤍
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“Hey Josie.” Vince called from his living room “Are you ready? We have to leave like…10 minutes ago.”
“Yeah I’m coming!” She called.
“You did that last night already!”
“Vince!” She yelled from the bathroom.
He giggled and stuffed his feet into shoes, grabbing his keys from the table next to the door. He was having the time of his life.
She had made good on the phone sex and dirty texting multiple times over last night, until the early hours, which was part of why they were running late today. He also might have caused a distraction in the shower, but that was a minor detail.
He had some autograph signing thing that would kickstart the celebrations for the week, and he was planning to meet up with friends for drinks later on. He was so excited to show her off to everyone, if they ever got there.
He heard her shuffling and then coming down the steps and turned the corner.
He paused and smiled “Damn.” He said giving her an appreciative once over “You look hot.”
“Really?!” She asked brightly, glancing down at her dress “It’s not too dressy or boring?”
It was pale green, falling mid thigh, with a floral pattern on it, paired with black wedges. Her long hair was loose and wavy, and he almost considered taking her right back upstairs. But then he remembered this week was not only about him, but the community as well.
“Not at all. Oof. You’re in for it later.”
She blushed and waved him off, taking his extended hand and they made their way to the car. The sun was shining down on them, a beautiful perfect day to start a beautiful perfect week.
“Where are we going exactly?” She asked from the passenger seat, turning to put her purse in the back. He smiled a little at how comfortable and natural she looked in his passenger seat before he answered.
“I have an autograph signing.” He said, turning the key in the ignition and backing out of his driveway.
“Ooooooh. An autograph signing? Fancy.” She said side eyeing him “How many body parts do you think you’ll sign?”
He rolled his eyes and nudged his chin at her “I can think of one I’d like to sign later.”
“No I don’t think so. The pen is way too big.”
He burst out laughing and shook his head “Okay you win. So how was your first official day in Canada?”
“It was good. I spent most of it with this hot guy.”
“And how was your first official night in Canada?”
“Average.”
He gasped and reached over grabbing her thigh and squeezing it. She screamed and slapped his arm “I’m kidding! I’m kidding sheesh.”
“Okay so let’s try that again.”
“My first official night in Canada was amazing.”
“Better. Just means I’m gonna have to one up myself tonight.”
She chuckled and watched the Canadian countryside zoom past outside. She was having so much fun and it hadn’t even been 24 hours yet. Being here, although in a country she’d never been to with people she didn’t know, felt so normal, like she’d been here before. She wasn’t nervous, or awkward or anything like that. She felt at peace.
It was so nice.
“So when does the cup actually get here?”
“Friday. That’s when the fun begins.” He waggled his eyebrows “And there’s a ton happening that day. Are you excited?”
“Me? Are you excited? It’s your big day.”
Josie didn’t know Vince when he won the cup. She hadn’t seen the game, watched the moment, or even knew anything about how he and the team had gotten to that point. But what she did know was that if anyone deserved this week, it was him.
“Of course im excited, but i want you to be having fun too.”
“I’m just happy to be here and watch you do your thing.” She said, smiling widely and reaching forward to squeeze his hand.
Josie spent most of the signing hanging out behind him with his mom. She’d been friendly the day before, but she could tell her guard had been up and with good reason. Vince was a highly successful professional athlete, who had a lot at stake in life. She didn’t blame his mom for being wary at first.
But now she had truly warmed up and they were talking and laughing like old friends.
“What are you telling her back there, because whatever it is you can be sure it’s a lie.” He called over his shoulder.
“Most of it sounds pretty on brand.” Josie said smiling at him “So I’m inclined to believe her.”
He made a face and turned back around, but the thought of her being close with his mom brought a small smile to his face that stayed there the rest of the afternoon.
As the line wound down, and the last few pictures had been taken Vince turned to her and waved her forward. When she reached him he gestured to a lady he’d been talking with.
“Josie, this is my mom’s friend, Sheri.”
Josie reached forward to shake her extended hand “Hello. Nice to meet you.”
“And this is your-?” Sheri asked, looked at Vince expectantly as she let go of Josie’s hand.
“This is my girlfriend.” He said simply with a smile, hand on the small of her back as he gave her a gentle push forward so she could shake the woman hand.
Girlfriend.
GIRLFRIEND.
The word made Josie want to jump for joy, scream, ugly cry and kiss his socks right off but then she remembered they were in public so she just smiled, feeling a redness come to her cheeks. They chatted with for a minute when Vince’s mom called her name and Sheri walked away.
Josie turned slowly to look at him “Girlfriend?” She asked quietly.
“Is that okay? I didn’t really know what else to call this.” He gave a small laugh.
“I mean-yeah. It’s okay.”
“I really wanna kiss you, but we’ve already been on the cover of one newspaper.”
She giggled and smiled at him “You can make it up to me later.” She waggled her eyebrows and he gave her waist a small squeeze.
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“So you’re here with Vince?”
Josie turned to find a dark haired girl standing next to her and frowned a little, leaning away from her.
The day had gone great. Better than great. She’d had so much fun watching him do his thing and interact with members of his community. She’d also really enjoyed being introduced as his girlfriend.
They’d met up with a few friends of his that she hadn’t met yet for drinks at what Vince called “The best bar in Lindsey” and it was still great.
“Uh, yeah?” She looked across the bar at Vince, but he was absorbed in a conversation and didn’t seem to notice. She looked back at the girl who was staring at her, one hand braced on the bar top.
“You must be his new fling of the week.” She said off handedly, glancing at her and then over her shoulder where he was standing.
Josie felt a twinge of annoyance. She wasn’t a confrontational person, and the last thing she wanted to do was cause a scene in front of his friends in a country she was visiting, but she wanted nothing more than to back hand her. The smug smile on her face had sparked an irrational rage that Josie wasn’t sure she’d even had in her before today.
“What are you talking about?” The question came out more rude than she’d anticipated but it didn’t seem to phase whatever her name was.
“This week it’s you, last week it was someone else, and next week it’ll be- hi Vince.”
Josie looked behind her to find Vince was there, frowning at the girl she was about to beat up.
“I was just talking to your new girlfriend of the week here and I-“
“Yeah well stop talking to her.” He turned Josie abruptly, and steered her across the room and out the front door of the bar.
She waited until they were some feet away until she said very quietly “Who was that?”
“Just a girl I know is all.”
She stopped walking, which caused him to stop and she crossed her arms, head turned to the side “Wanna try that again? But with an actual answer this time.”
He sighed “I hung out with her one time at a party last summer. Nothing happened, she wanted more and I just didn’t see her that way and she’s been dragging my name through the mud since then. She does this every time she sees me out with anyone.”
“I see. She said there was another me last week? Is that true?”
Vince’s mouth fell open and he looked back at the bar in outrage before he turned back to her “She said that? Josie I swear, I haven’t been with anyone else since I met you. I can’t believe-“
“If you have been it’s okay. I wasn’t your girlfriend so I can’t really get mad.”
It was true. She hadn’t been his girlfriend last week so he was able to do whatever he wanted. But it didn’t mean it would hurt any less if he had.
“I swear to you. I am not talking or hooking up with anyone else. And fuck her for saying that to you.” He gripped her hand “You believe me right?”
She stared at him for a few minutes. She did, she didn’t think he’d fly her out here if he was hooking up with girls at home, but her guard with him was up a little for the first time. It had definitely brought down her mood, and made her feel a little bit weird about the whole thing.
“Josie?”
“I-I believe you. But why would she say that?”
“You don’t believe me I can see it all over your face. She’s jealous obviously.”
“Jealous of who? Me?”
He rolled his eyes “Of COURSE she’s jealous of you. Your beautiful and smart, and your here with me and she isn’t.”
She shrugged and looked at his hand, which was still holding hers. He gave it a squeeze.
“I promise you. There’s no one else.”
Josie pursed her lips and looked at him “Okay. I believe you.”
He glanced over her head and then around the street. It was empty and then he smiled.
“Come on.”
“Where are we going?” She asked as he tugged her along by the hand.
“You’ll see.”
Before she even knew what was going on they were tangled up in the driver seat, attached at the lips.
“Oh my god this is so risky.” Josie breathed out as Vince stuffed his hands underneath her shirt, hands sending goosebumps across her skin.
The car was cold, but they had fogged the windows up in less than two minutes. Their make out in the bar had now spilled into the front seat of the car.
“Shhh it’s fine just kiss me.” He said quietly, pulling her down to his level and pushing his tongue in her mouth. He had a hand on either side of her hips, fingers brushing her bare legs until he had her skirt pushed completely up.
He reached down, fumbling around on the side of the seat looking for the lever to move the seat back, and finally found it, yanking on it a little too hard because it sent both of them flying backwards with a squeal, followed by laughter.
“Jesus Christ.” He mumbled against her neck pulling on it again and lurching them forward. Josie was crying with laughter until he gave a large push and they flew forward, Vince’s elbow hitting the steering wheel, horn blaring.
They both jumped expecting it to stop but it didn’t.
“What the fuck?!” He looked around her, smacking the horn several times, the loud sound cutting through the night. Josie felt her face burn for the amount of embarrassment she was about to feel when someone came over to investigate why the horn in the car was sticking, and found them both in the drivers seat, half dressed.
He finally punched it and it stopped, and he glanced up at her before resting his forehead against her chest.
“This just isn’t meant to be.” He picked up his phone and checked the time “But I can have us home in 10 minutes.”
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The rest of the week in Lindsay passed by slow enough to enjoy it, but too fast for it to be over. Every morning she woke up she got a little more sad. She was having so much fun and by Thursday evening she only had 3 days left and it had begun to weigh on her. She never wanted this trip to end, and as it inched closer to Sunday she was reminded that she would be going home alone.
“What’s wrong?” Vince asked as she plugged in her phone and laid next to him.
She glanced up “What? Oh nothing.”
“Liar.”
She rolled her eyes and sighed “Nothings wrong. Just bummed that I have to go back to St.Louis soon is all.”
“Yeah.” He nodded and sighed “Me too. But let’s just enjoy our last three days together, and then we’ll go from there.”
She frowned “What’s that mean?”
He pursed his lips and turned on his side to face her “Well. I was going to suggest maybe we take a trip, a vacation if you wanna call it that, before camp starts in September. If you can get off of work and everything.”
“A trip? Where?”
“To a place where all you have to wear is a bikini.”
“Vince!”
“What?” He said innocently, letting one hand trail up her bare leg “Can’t a guy have dirty thoughts about his girl in a bathing suit.”
A slow smile spread across her face until it was so wide her face might crack “What did you call me?”
“My girl.”
She wanted to kick her feet and squeal “I like that. Being your girl.” She ran her fingers through his hair, nails scratching his scalp. He leaned up to move his lips across her jaw until he reached her mouth, hand traveling up her thigh to the band of her underwear on her inner leg.
He was slotted between her legs, pelvis grinding up against hers as he kissed her slowly. He floated a hand up her shirt, resting it on her waist.
Before she knew it her shirt was gone and he was unhooking her bra big hands roaming everywhere. Every nerve ending in her body was a live wire, as his lips left hers and moved down her jaw towards her neck. She tugged at his shirt, prompting him to reach behind his head and pull it off in one quick movement.
She marveled at him as he hovered above her. Everything about Vince was thick, broad and muscled. Her hands roamed from his lower back up to his chest, scratching her fingernails across his skin. His mouth crushed hers, hurriedly kicking his boxers down his legs and tossing them aside.
She was shaking underneath him, cheeks red, goosebumps across her skin as she took a page breath in, the bones of her ribcage rippling underneath her skin. He stopped for a minute to really look at her.
“Goddamn your beautiful.” He whispered, eyes never leaving hers. Her blush deepened but she just pulled him back down by the chain to kiss him. Slower this time, her fingers moving down his back, nails scratching his skin, causing him to shiver. He sat back, hooking a finger on either side of her underwear and pulled them down her legs, leaning back over her and pushed a finger inside her causing her to gasp.
“That’s the prettiest noise I’ve ever heard.” He pushed another finger inside, moving them in and out, hooking them ever so slightly as he kissed her. She gripped the sheets, balling her hands into fists.
His lips brushed over her neck, eyes flicking up to meet hers as he pulled his fingers out, moving up her body and bracing himself between her legs.
“Tell me what you want.” She reached down, guiding him towards her. His head tipped down, stray hair falling into his eyes. She pushed it out of the way and bucked her hips up to meet his. She closed her eyes dreamily as he slowly pushed inside her, body arching up to meet his. He was so big, so broad as he moved above her, finding her mouth and kissing her slowly, methodically.
Vince splayed a hand across her ribcage and pulled her right leg up over his hip, lifting her clear off the bed. She let out a moan as he pushed deeper than before, hitting a new spot that had never been hit before.
“Vince I-“
He let out a breath, abdominal muscles tightening as he pushed faster, leaning down to kiss her desperately as he did. Her heart felt like it was about to explode out of her chest as a crippling, toe curling orgasm made its way through her body, sending shockwaves from her head to her feet, her entire body flooding with heat. She felt like she couldn’t breath as Vince gave his last few pushes with a groan and leaned down, head resting in her neck. His breath tickled her skin and she could feel his heart beating through his skin. He pulled out and laid next to her, chest rising and falling as he tried to slow his breathing, and he turned to smile at her.
“Your amazing and I-“ He stopped and cleared his throat “And your amazing.”
He’d almost said something crazy, but she thankfully hadn’t seemed to notice as she began to rummage around for her shirt and slipped it over her head before collapsing next to him. She rolled on to her side, eyes closing sleepily and hooked one of her legs with his, and promptly fell asleep.
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The cup arrived early the next day, and Vince had jumped out of bed like the house was on fire. He was showered, dressed and putting on his shoes by the time she had come out of the bathroom to get dressed.
“How fancy is this anyways?” She asked rummaging through her suitcase “Like should I wear a dress or pants or-?”
“Whatever you wear will be hot, but I like that one.” He was pointing at a yellow dress she had hung over the back of a chair in the corner of his room. She’d bought it and never worn it, tags still hung from the arm of it. She smiled.
“Perfect.”
There was already an entourage outside when they left the house, many friends and family had gathered in his driveway to watch the cup be handed to him. Even though Josie had no idea what was going on she was still excited to watch him pick up the cup. She googled it the night before and apparently within the hockey community it was a huge deal, so because it was big to Vince, it was to her. He gave her hand a squeeze before he released it and made his way over to the keeper of the cup to shake their hands. His mom spotted her and made her way over.
“You look nice.” She said commenting on her dress.
Josie looked down “Thanks. Vince picked it.”
“Well he did a great job. It’s so special you’re here with him for this, it’s his greatest achievement.”
“I didn’t know him then, but if it’s important to him it’s important to me.”
She smiled at her and gave a small laugh “You are important to him. I hope you know that. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”
Josie smiled and looked back at Vince as he picked up the cup and lifted it over his head and cheers erupted around him.
It was going to be a great day.
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sleepiexx · 8 months
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Pillow Talk
Carlos Oliveira x fem!Reader
Note: so sorry I haven’t been posting, I’ve been working a shit ton and I have like no motivation to write
Summary: (Y/N) and Carlos reminisce about the first time they met, in Raccoon City.
Warnings: reader is super insecure, thinks she isn’t worthy of Carlos, but that’s abt it
Word count: 868
(Y/N) woke up and stretched, moving to go into the kitchen and grab breakfast but she was ultimately stopped as Carlos unconsciously tightened his arms around her so tight it felt like the grip of a dead man. Her hopes of leaving or trying to fight his tense grasp were crushed instantly, she’d been here many times before, none of which could she escape Carlos’s impossibly strong hold. At least this time she didn’t have to pee.
She sighed in defeat, turning over and burying her face into Carlos’s chest. She quickly realized that the position was completely impractical and turned her head so one cheek rested on his left pec. His steady heartbeat thrummed in her ears, a calming noise. So calming, it almost lulled her straight back into dreamland if not for Carlos’s groggy morning voice cutting through the atmosphere.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He groaned, holding her even tighter if at all possible. He kissed the top of her head with adoration, making her melt.
“Good morning.” She whispered.
They made eye contact, both of their faces breaking into a wide grin.
“You have bed head.” Carlos teased, messing with her hair which was going every which direction.
She scoffed, reaching out a hand to further mess up his already messy hair. “So do you, dipshit.”
He squeezed his eyes shut and smiled, leaning into the palm of her hand still placed at the top of his head.
“I love you.” He muttered.
She pushed his head down into the pillow and straddled him, pressing a firm kiss to his lips.
“I love you too.” She whispered against them.
Carlos’s arms snaked their way back around her waist, pressing her body against his. He buried his head in the dip between her neck and her shoulder.
“I’m never getting out of this bed, am I?” She joked.
He shook his head, beard scratching her neck. “Nope, never.”
She settled down on top of him, resigning herself to her fate.
She sat, tracing shapes into Carlos’s chest, “Y’know, if you would’ve told me this would be my life back when everything in RC was happening, I would’ve laughed in your face.”
Carlos smiled and laughed, (Y/N) laughing along.
“Oh yeah?” He muttered.
She nodded, looking up at his face. “Yeah, of course, I bet you’d have done the same.”
“Not me.”
“Not you?”
“Nah, I knew from the moment I saw you that I’d make you mine.” He smiled like he’d figured out everything. Like some omnipotent knowledge had been bestowed upon him and he’d never had any doubt whatsoever.
(Y/N) buried her face into his chest in embarrassment at how much his sentiment had flustered her, “You’re so sweet I’m gonna die,” she remarked.
“I’m serious!” He said, “I had the biggest crush on you since the second I met you. Would’ve made it more obvious, but we were kind of fighting for our lives.”
She smiled, staring at him in awe. “That’s crazy,” she mumbled.
“Well now I’m curious,” Carlos began, “when did you start to crush on me?”
She laughed a little bit, thinking back.
“Y’know, now that I think about it, I had a little crush on you back then too. Just didn’t want to admit it because of the circumstances.” The room was quiet for a second before she added on, “I also definitely thought you were out of my league. Still do.”
The last part was said quietly but Carlos heard. He furrowed his eyebrows like what she said was truly unbelievable, sitting up against the headboard so he could get a better look at (Y/N)’s expressions, “Me? Out of your league? (Y/N), come on, there’s no way.”
She sat up too, trying to pull herself off of him, but his hands maintained a steady grip on her hips. “I mean, you’re very handsome, Carlos. And funny, and sweet, an overall catch. I just never felt like I deserved you, honestly I’m still debating it.” She tried to laugh it off, but Carlos’s lips were pressed into a pout.
He shook his head profusely, pulling her closer, “But you’re my everything.” He frowned deeply, “Baby, you mean so much to me. You make me so insanely happy, you make me laugh so hard my stomach starts to hurt, and as an added bonus, you’re absolutely gorgeous.”
“Fuck,” (Y/N) groaned, “you’re so nice to me.”
His deep brown eyes continued staring holes into her own, “I’m not being nice, baby, I’m being truthful. I love you so much and I really hope that one day you can see yourself the way I see you.”
“Yeah,” she whispered, nodding along solemnly, “yeah, I really hope so too.”
Carlos kissed the top of her head, content with that answer— for now.
“Why don’t I take you out today? We could have a nice day out on the town.” He suggested, trying to lighten the mood.
(Y/N) tilted her head, “But I thought you wanted to stay in?”
“Changed my mind, wanna show you off.” He flirted.
Her face felt all tingly and she was buzzing at the thought. She agreed with a small, giddy smile, “Okay.”
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mrsquill · 6 months
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Love U, Dad
Summary: A little snapshot of Joel & Sarah’s life in 2003, as Joel contemplates the fact his daughter is growing up. This story exists thanks to the amazingly fantastic @perotovar and the gorgeous snippet of dialogue in this post (love you 🤍). Short, as always, but hopefully (!) sweet.
Notes: OUTBREAK FREE! I’ll say it again: the outbreak never happens here! In fact, Sarah lives to be 103 years old, because I said so. Lots of love to the wonderfully lovely people who’ve listened to me scream about this, including @macfrog @vanillacene @bastardmandennis & @swiftispunk 🦋
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood (blink and you’ll miss it). Please let me know if I forgot anything!
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Joel woke to knocking on his bedroom door, his daughter’s voice floating through from the other side. “Alarm!” Sarah called, and he groaned, rolling over in his sheets, eyes still squeezed shut.
Physically, he felt like a ton of bricks had been dropped on his back; the only thing to take the edge off being the strong coffee he could grab downstairs. ‘Least it was Friday, he reasoned.
One more day hauling ass on site, then the weekend was his own. Joel was hoping to spend time with Sarah; her soccer season had ended, and he wanted to take her out hiking to their favourite spot.
He always packed the picnic, cut her sandwiches the same way he had for years, picked up their favourite juice.
He was conscious of that; her childhood slipping like sand through his hands. He knew he was getting older, but he often forgot she was, too.
Joel tried to master the constant urge he had to keep her around him at all times; it was his natural instinct, just the two of them growing up together since the day she was born. But everyone loved being around Sarah. His little butterfly.
Her energy infectious; smile radiant, like her mothers. Though, he knew she wasn’t smiling now, as she rapped on his bedroom door again. “Alarm!” she huffed, followed by a quieter, “honestly?!” to herself. Joel grinned; he knew she was rolling her eyes.
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The moody strings of Gold Dust Woman faded away into silence, Joel looking over at his daughter with a smile on his face. He was taking her to school, a routine which was becoming more of a rarity as he took on longer and earlier jobs.
“That’s your favourite, isn’t it?” Sarah asked, grinning. “Sure is. Off of this record, anyway. How ‘bout you?” he questioned her.
Sarah paused in thought for a moment, staring out the window of the truck wistfully.
“It’d have to be Silver Springs for me. Stevie’s emotion in that song is like, haunting”, she decided, “but I do love Oh Daddy, too.” Joel nodded in agreement with her choices. “Knew I raised you right, kiddo,” he chuckled at her insightfulness, wise beyond her years.
“Tomorrow, though, we’re listening to Survivor. The whole thing, back to back,” Sarah grinned toothily. Joel knew his daughter to be Destiny’s Child superfan; posters tacked up all over her walls, CDs stuffed in the truck.
He fondly remembered the days when she’d been younger, her and her friends performing their latest dance routines in their garage over and over again.
One time, they’d even created tickets for him and Tommy, scrawling the date and time in jazzy coloured markers and drawn up chairs from the backyard. The thought made Joel smile.
“Fine. You don’t like Fleetwood Mac?” he asked, faking a frown. “Dad! I just told you two of my favourite songs,” she sighed, exasperated with his jokes.
“Good, ‘cuz you know what happened to your Uncle Tommy,” Joel chuckled. “What d’you mean?” Sarah asked, eyebrows raised. “He said somethin’ about Fleetwood Mac bein’ nothin’ but a bunch of hippies with a tambourine,” Joel sighed whilst his daughter laughed.
“Next thing he knew, I’d changed the locks at home. ‘S why he’s got that fancy new apartment,” Joel winked. She giggled, reaching for her backpack as he drove into the parking lot.
Kids were spilling out of cars all around them; flying past on skateboards and yelling out to their friends. “You got the grocery list?” Sarah asked pointedly, knowing Joel had the habit of forgetting.
“Uhuh,” Joel nodded, retrieving an old birthday card that doubled as his notepad from the glovebox.
“Pancake mix, Tampax, apples, peanut butter and shampoo for me. That right?” he asked, and she nodded, satisfied.
“How’d you feel about a hike this weekend?” Joel added, watching his daughter considering it for a moment. “It’d have to be Sunday,” Sarah murmured, eyes on her sneakers in the footwell as her feet did an awkward dance.
“But soccer’s over for the season-,” Joel began, and Sarah nodded. “I know, it’s not that. I’ve been asked to go to the mall on Saturday. On, like, a date,” she said, examining her fingernails.
“Is that so?” Joel chuckled, and she hit him lightly on the arm. “Dad,” she implored, eyes rolling again.“Well, do I know ‘em?” he said hesitantly, hoping she’d feel comfortable - confident, even - in telling him.
“Yeah,” she smiled wryly, throwing a thumb over her shoulder. “Him.” Joel craned his neck and saw Reece Connors, waving at him enthusiastically, if not a little nervously.
His family lived a few blocks away, and Joel’d remodelled their bathroom a few months previously. Sarah had met him at their place after school sometimes, and he’d quietly noticed the way the young man was hanging off his daughter’s every word.
“That’ll be nice, baby,” he said, watching a grin break over her face, a tidal wave of sweetness. God, she reminded him of her mother so much when she did that. “I guess we’ll see,” Sarah murmured, a little bashfully.
“Do you want to go?” Joel pressed a little, trying to rein his protectiveness in, on alert for any discomfort. “Yeah, I do,” she nodded, “He makes me laugh, and he wants to take me to see that new Disney movie? Pirates of the Caribbean?” she shrugged, and Joel scratched his beard thoughtfully.
“Can’t say I know a damn thing about that one, kid,” he laughed. “Yeah, current movie trivia is not your strong suit. Curtis & Viper 2 tonight, old man?” she asked, moving to kiss him on the cheek in farewell.
“Sounds real good to me,” Joel said, watching her go, floating away.
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Joel wiped the sweat off his brow, back aching after a morning on site.
“Tommy!” he called across the bare bones of the house they were working on. “I’m headin’ out for lunch. Comin’?” he asked, and his brother gave him a thumbs up.
A few moments later and Tommy was in his niece’s seat as they drove in search of food. “Somethin’ on your mind?” he asked his older brother, Joel even more stoic than usual. “Oh, uh, not really. Was just thinkin’ - remember the Connors? The bathroom remodel?” Joel asked.
“Oh, hell yeah. Mrs Connors made the best damned lemonade I’d ever had,” Tommy sighed wistfully, shirt stuck to him with sweat.
“Anyway. I remember their boy bein’ sweet on Sarah, and turns out he’s asked her on a date this weekend,” Joel scrubbed a hand over his face as Tommy grinned.
“Jesus Christ,” Tommy chuckled softly. “Seems like yesterday we were teachin’ her how to walk in the backyard,” he said, shaking his head.
“Remember that time she knocked her tooth out, fallin’ off her bike? And you fainted, ‘cuz of the blood?” Tommy was laughing now. “I remember,” Joel said quietly with a smile.
“She’ll be fine, Joel” Tommy clapped an arm to his shoulder. “Although, remember what me and Marissa next door use to get up to? Jeez, I-“ Tommy started, before Joel cut him off loudly.
“We ain’t fuckin’ goin’ there, Tommy,” he warned, his brother holding his hand up in defeat. He turned up the radio; The Temptation’s My Girl oozing softly into the cab as Tommy hummed along.
Joel thought back to his 22-year-old self; his daughter nothing but a button nose and mewling cry in his arms. He’d been so fuckin’ scared.
But they made it; she was fifteen now, and it’d gone so fast. It’s true what they say, Joel reasoned with himself. She’d grown up in the blink of an eye.
He liked to think Sarah would always need him in some way; no longer for scraped knees and bedtime stories, but hopefully one day to pack up boxes and move her into college, or visit her in the city when she inevitably became a lawyer, or a judge.
Joel was conscious of not being too overbearing towards her; the last thing he ever wanted to feel was Sarah’s resentment.
It was hard, playing both mom and dad. He sometimes felt he struck the balance just right, that they were an unbreakable team; other times, he felt like he was drowning in boundaries and hormones.
He shoved his worries aside for later as they pulled up at the Farmer’s Market. Joel reached for his beaten-up old Nokia to shove in his back pocket, and it beeped with a text.
He paused momentarily; telling Tommy to go on ahead, he’d catch up.
It was from Sarah, and it simply read: ‘Love u, Dad.’
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I TOLD y’all I’d make it up to you after last time 🥰 Sarah and Joel live forever! Everybody wins!
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lizaluvsthis · 3 months
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Purposely on purpose
THIS is a second part of Accidental Kiss
It's another pov focusing on with the M&M duo! (This is not a ship-this is a friendship thing)
WARNING! SNOWTRAPPED MENTIONED
With the duo's teamwork upon making their own special fort for a base, they noticed something that mario have thought of a good idea...
(AGAIN. I'm not as much of an experienced fic writer I'm continuing this last part)
"Its'a Mario time- here we gooo!!!" Mario jumped out of the base and threw countless of snowballs to Bob and SMG4, Meggy kept making more snowballs to save its bullets.
"YOU SON OF A B-TCH I'M GONNA TEAR YOUR SH-T APART WITH MY SNOW GUN-" with bob's words, he pulled out a giant gun and pulled the trigger. Causing to damage the front of Mario and Meggy's base
"Thats it- you're on!" Meggy joined in as she pulls out her splatoon gun and jumped out of her fort. She charged from the attack, as bob dodged the bullets. The man in white and blue is shot to his left.
"You're gonna regret that!" SMG4 smiles as he pulled out his big machine gun firing tons of snowballs, "Mario's got a fish to deal with you-" he pulls out a tood out of nowhere, and flatten its head to make a shield.
"YOU STUPID C#%^" Bob shouted at Mario, as he swung both of his swords(hands...?) To split the snowballs in half. Sadly Bob is very bad at this.
"You'll never take me alive SMG4! Because..." Mario pulls up his sunglasses. "You've got-no RIZZ" SMG4's exasperated expression gave temper from Mario's comment.
"GET OVER HERE!!" "WOAH MAMA MIA!!!" SMG4 starts to chase wherever Mario goes, running across the grounds as he started shooting snowballs at the fat italian, But left with uncontrollable speed that the red italian has.
A few minutes later...
"WOA- huff huff..." Mario is getting slower and slower from having to escape with Four. He spots the fort he and Meggy made and rushed through the thick snow blocking his way.
"MEGGY!!! MEGGY! AYAYAYAYA! Pls let Mario in!!!" Mario grieved in desperation, a gap from the passage way opens as she quickly pulled the back of the red-man's collar. Then closes in.
Mario sighs in relief when Meggy shuts the door, "Red you should be more careful on what you were gonna say! Now SMG4 is probably looking for-"
Meggy's phrase when the two heard Four's muffled voice from the door. "Hahaha! Gotcha now Mar- huh?"
Meggy and Mario stood quiet and opened a small gap from the door to peek outside on whats happening.
SMG3 is seen on the other side making his snowman which is eggdog, then to his right it was SMG4. "Oh. You."
SMG3's wide eyes soften behind his furious glare, Meggy and Mario looked at eachother for a second then back to focus at the two ex-rivals.
"If theres a possible chance I thought it'd be fun too for you to joi-" "No thanks" "aww cmon! Why not?"
Meggy slowly closed the door as Mario wanted to laugh, this took the dried Squid by suprise. "What is it Red?" Mario wanted to reply, but he couldn't help but snicker about the idea.
"Mario- is very- sorry-" he fixed himself up and starts to speak with a plan. "Mario has- a good ideal"
"Better not be one of those forceful kisses, because last time you did that from a tiktok challenge it didn't quite end we-" she heard a jingle from Mario's grasp.
It was a Mistletoe. Wait A MISTLETOE?!
"How did you- where did you get that?" "Mario borrowed it from a "friendly" neighbor from town ^○^"
I'm quessing it was stolen. Meggy thought from her head.
"Mario's gonna help and find a way to put a Mistletoe above them both to finally kiss!" "Mario- from the last time, we're not doing that." Meggy bugged his simple plan.
"Eh?" The sound of the meme audio and a glass shattering from the scenario. "But-but-" "You and know how much Three and Four had been through for like- I dunno-I was here six years ago when you told me about him and Four's unstable connection."
"So why do you not want to do it when you also want to?" Mario could never thought first about why, but to Meggy she didn't bother to answer. Mario's dumb but he has a heart, the only problem for him was that his brain doesn't correspond much to understand from what other peoples perspective have.
But this time, he has to learn something about it.
Meggy pulls up her splat gun and checks if she has enough ammo for an incoming battle with bob as she speaks.
"It's not that easy Marin, do you realize how hard it is for people like SMG4 or SMG3 to understand? Even tho I do also want that idea they both need to take their time to... yknow?" She gestures her hands, swaying clockwise.
Mario feels a bit confused as he scratched his head. Meggy grumbled in disbelief. "Ughh..." pinching the bridge of her nose, looking at Mario again.
"Process their feelings with one another, know about their boundaries, respect their privacy? I thought you know that stuff? It's ridiculous how you don't You're even respectful enough to give SMG4 some space when he-" the hit of an event flashed through her eyes.
Remembering SMG4's hyperventilating right after they want back from getting the star in princess peach's castle inside of that- hell hole....
She took a deep breath moving the subject. "I mean SMG4 is our friend, we gave him some time to think through and move on from what had happened. Im sure you know what I'm going here-" Mario frowned.
"But- SMG3...?" "Three has went through slot, you and I both know they both have been enemies since before I came here. We also know what he felt right after he said that right infront of him, we were there! We can't just push people from that. It takes-"
Mario yawned, "boring" Meggy's eye twitched.
"You don't know how SMG3 and SMG4 have been through before- I suppose I hadn't told you- everything?" She tilts her head sideways in a puzzled look.
"What are you saying?" "7 years ago they both got trapped in the igloo-" "DID YOU PLAN THAT?! MARIO! I SWEAR T--" Mario backs Meggy away by pushing her to calm her nerves. "Sheesh Meg- I was about to say that it wasn't on purpose...
"Oh, sorry..." the two stayed silent then Meggy spoke again. "So- what happened after they got stuck?" Mario points up his finger taking a deep breath, having the urge to explain. He stops for a bit.
"Are you sure you want to know?" "Yes." "You really really want to know?" The dried squid felt impatient from Mario asking her. "Mario, are we going to just sit here and wait for you to stop asking me the same question again over and over?"
Both eyes from the fat italian looked to the opposite directions as he said "yes." From what the dried Inkling left a reply of silence.
Mario starts to explain. "So me and SMG4 were stuck out from snow- I am suppa invincible from the cold so he went inside an igloo owned by an old man! Then I saw SMG3!
He was using an ugly tech that makes him float up in the sky! I wanted to say hello. Then ended up blasting something-SMG3 got terrified and he went inside the igloo where SMG4 is at and I guess he didn't know that he was also there?
The big snow thing collapsed and ended up trapping them both inside-" "please don't tell me they both fought inside-" sighed by Meggy "quite the complete opposite actually." Mario locked at the ceiling to visualize the past.
"I was only trying to find a way to get them both of the igloo safe and sound- which I did manage but- alas going inside of the igloo they both were..." Mario's mustache grew an inch bigger as he slowly turned to look at Meggy who couldn't understand his non verbal communication.
"Both what? When you said they both did the opposite, does that mean they were both bonding?" "More than that-" "they were both sitting and having snacks?" "No" "they were playing?" "No" "Mario just give me an direct answer cause I can't look back in the past THAT YOU WERE IN."
"Alright! Alright! Fine!" Mario felt a bit pissed by her being impatient, but she can't be blamed. It was all what HE witnessed after all...
"They were making like- what couples d-" "THEY W-MRFF" Meggy was about to scream at Mario as he covered her mouth, for Three and Four not to hear.
"Sorry-" She gave Mario an awkward smile
knowingly what she had heard from Mario all true, she had regretted to know what else had happened after he witnessed them both doing that.
"You're not joking!" She exclaimed in a whisper. "What Mario says is all true! I don't even know why they both did that but it was trully magnifi-" Meggy slaps Mario back in reality.
"OWOWOWOWO! He rubbed his cheek, "You should've told me about that sooner" Mario admits defeat by putting both of his hands up to stop Meggy.
"Hey-it was from the past- and honestly it was pretty old! These two are obliviously indenial with each other" Mario exclaimed.
"Yeah right-" Meggy opened the door to take a small peek again, and Mario who wanted to see as well.
"I forgive you." SMG4 is seen to be hugging SMG3 as he wrapped both of his arms from the back of his partner. They both stood there silence feeling safe... quiet... and... soft...
Wait- soft? Wow thats a first time they both have seen Three acting like that. Wasn't it? Or maybe it has happened before and right after what happened from the castle...
The two were having their own heart catching moment, and Meggy closed the door again.
She looked at Mario in a smile "Mario?" The fat italian looked at her. "Hm?" "How about we do your so called plan "Mistletoe"?"
It wouldn't hurt- after all- Mistletoes are still traditions for someone to kiss that special person underneath it.
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"A little bit to the right- no wait- left?" Meggy tried guesturing her hands by moving Mario from the spot, from every step he took. He kept looking down at the floor assuring his balance and did his best not to slip and fall.
The mistletoe is tied with a string, from what Mario is currently holding. It hasn't yet been attached from the stick.
"Aaaaand there! Stop there!" He stopped from the place following Meggy's messages accordingly.
"Alright, now all that we need to do is- measure the string... now I have no idea how long it would be to reach down from-" Bob appeared from behind.
"WHATS UP YOU UGLY B-TCHES" in character for still, he called them both. Meggy grumbled. "Ughh not you again- look Bob, Mario and I are doing something important. How about we call in for a time out?"
He puts down both of his sword-(HANDS?)
"I'M NOT GETTING FOOLED AGAIN" He threw snowballs at her back, but Meggy didn't face him.
She didn't had the time to deal with him right now. "SO THATS WHAT YOU WANT THEN?"
"A DRIED INKLING WHO CHOSE TO LOSE FROM THE AWESOMEST DUDE RAPPER BOB" Meggy stopped. Mario who is now worried about bob's actions by facing her consequences.
His eye guestured to him sending a sign of- "you just got f-cked up"
Meggy turned her head to face Bob, with a presence of pure rage.
"I will not. Be beaten. By. A STUPID RAPPER!" Meggy goes on full action mode, sliding her right leg. Pulling up her splat gun from behind.
"YOUR. RAPPING. SUCKS!" Meggy in rage, kept pushing the trigger from the gun. "HAHAHA LOL WHAT A LOS-" Bob laughed in a sarcastic tone to Meggy, she wanted him buried 6 feet to the ground.
Bob's blade took a slash from the snow in the ground as he accidentally blinded Meggy's eyes to where she shot Mario's leg. "AH AHHH! OH NO!" He wanted to scream, but looking down. Theres SMG3 who starts screaming at SMG4.
Mario can't fall now- not that they're so close to making them both smooch!
"Hey! Its not fair!" Four screamed back at him, as SMG3 threw snowballs at him. "God dammit!" Mario's last call as his bare hands lost grip from the mistletoe as it fell down towards the two ex-rivals.
"M-MEGGY!!!" Mario tried pulling up the string but it has now reached down from the level where Three noticed it. "Oh- you got- to be- f-cking- kidding me-" Mario cursed, before Meggy could knock out Bob.
"What- what is it?" She had successfully knocked out Bob and noticed Mario who screamed and cried while holding the remaining string.
"F-CK!" She drops bob to the floor and sprinted to Mario, leaning from the edge as the two watched as what happens next. (Wow never knew Meggy could swear :0 btw thats her favorite swear word)
"I uhh... I have to go-" SMG3 backs away, much to Mario and Meggy's disappointment. SMG4 tried reaching out for Three, in sudden turn of events. The M&M duo had caught Three slipping from the ice and his face landing to SMG4's.
Mario and Meggy celebrated "Yes!" "Haha!" The two had successfully did it after all. It wasn't put to any waist to give out the plan, it was worth it.
Meggy and Mario did a high-five as they smiled. Mario began pulling up the string attached to the mistletoe, "Still want to say give them both some time to realize?" Meggy scoffed.
"I really doubt they don't realize their feelings, they did it before they'll kiss again here-" the two looked from below to check up on the gay lovers again, seeing that SMG4 gave Three a second kiss.
This made them both scream, oh god. Gay people. Mario is really happy for them and Meggy too now that the two are finally making it official right there on the spot.
"DID YOU B-TCHES JUST FORGOT ABOUT ME?" Both of their eyes went wide, Bob pushed the duo off the roof. "HAH. Got-em"
"BOB YOU SON-OF-A-B-TCH!" Mario gave him a middle finger falling mid air, but bob has already walked away. "Ahh! Hang on! Mario!"
SMG3 opened his eyes when he heard the scream of Mario and broke the kiss. "What the- am I hearing Mario just because you kissed me? Did I just die?" SMG3 looked very clueless because of this.
SMG4 licked both of his lips and heard the screams. "It sounds like-" He looked up above the sky as he saw Mario and Meggy falling. "OH WHAT THE FU-" SMG4 had no time to process seeing that Mario will land at his body flat to the ground.
Closing his eyes as he braced from the impact, but left nothing with a forceful push. "Three?" He opened his eyes seeing that the guy he had JUST gave a real kiss earlier- had saved his F-CKING LIFE.
"A..." was all that Four could speak out, he couldn't process from everything that happened. Meggy landed to the ground safely by using one of Mario's mushrooms.
But to Mario tho- he did hit the ground too hard. "Oof-"
"You guys okay?" She brushed off the snow that covered her legs focusing on the two. But Four and Three had almost forgot the world had exist around them just by locking into each other's eyes.
"C'mon! Stop making googly eyes with each other and lets go back- get something to eat. Mario's hungry" Mario said picking himself up and stood right beside Meggy, SMG3 and SMG4 looked at them both and back at each other.
Realisation hits them both just noticing they had been staring. SMG3 is the first to get up "right err-uhhh... sorry-" He reached down to him both of his hands, to where Four gradually accepts.
Closing his hands from his, SMG4 got up and smiled "You- you saved me..." "heh- hey it's like- the third time you told me that already-" SMG3 chuckled.
"Sooooo?" Meggy taps her right foot. "Are you both dating now? Can Mario take a picture?" Four and Three gave each other a warm smile and gazed eyes.
And Four held Three's hand interlocking with his. "That calls out for us both! We're officially dating!" Mario jumped up and down in excitement as Meggy clapped for them both congratulating them.
The four walked towards the Castle while other of their friends are minding their own business.
"When is the wedding?" Asked by Mario, ruining the mood. The two lovers shouted louder.
"SHUT UP MARIO!" Leaving his reaction with a smirk. (Typical-)
-and there you have It a classic ending ^^ happy new year btw!
If you're reading this note it's currently 2 am in the morning that I finished this (its 1st of January 2024 so- cough- okay- bye!)
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sabra-n · 3 days
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I finished up Fantasy High yesterday with a headache distracting me the whole time, so I feel like I missed a bunch of details, but in my slight defense: that was a lot of episode!
First off: the revelation about the literal blood diamonds at Loam Farm was enormously important. That didn't happen because someone was hitting the victims that hard; it was the end result of the magical rage. I'm not remembering right now, but who had the hardened blood in the forest? Was it Yolanda, Lucy, or both of them? Because that would say a ton about the circumstances of their death.
Second: Gertie, babe, why are you making terrifying lying honey on commission no questions asked? Please tell me you were at least paid a fuckton of money to do something so obviously shady. That said, I think between Devil's Honey and the information about the Loams' deaths, the shape of this season is starting to emerge from the fog.
Rage isn't a bad thing, but undirected self-perpetuating rage will kill you. It's one color in your emotional paintbox; not the whole spectrum. And lying isn't always the end of the world, morally speaking, but you are absolutely fucked if you start lying to yourself.
I really saw both of those ideas in Fig's conversation with her mom. Fig went from pep squad to punk rock because she was extremely fucking angry - that her mom had lied to her, that her parents were getting divorced, that her father rejected her for something that wasn't even her fault. And in that anger she found something true - being a Bad Kid and the archdevil of rebellion suits her pretty darn well.
But she's also a compulsive liar, especially about herself, and it's gotten to the point where it's going to hamstring her powers. She can't make a true Warlock agreement with herself, she doesn't have the conviction to make a Paladin oath, and on the Bardic end of things, her sophomore album is stuck because she can't be truthful in her music anymore.
The truth that powered Fig's first album was her anger. But it's been two years and a whole lot of changes since the initial source of her rage, so what comes next? So far she's been too scared to look, but that has to change.
Meanwhile, our other avoidant queen had quite the episode. Oh Kristen. Everything with Tracker and Nara was...man, this girl is trying. Trying to be a good friend, trying to solve this mystery, and trying to be true. That conversation with Tracker about authentic belief was fantastic. Without the stupid student council campaign as a distraction, Kristen actually got to think through what it means to be a Cleric and how she wants to embody her class.
And then there was Grapenip. Man, this episode made me laugh so hard. Brennan playing the rats showing hole? W O W. Epic. Glorious. No notes.
But seriously, so much happened this week I haven't even gotten to the WHAT of everything in the stone circle, which I probably need to rewatch because there were like 70 things going on at once and I was barely awake at that point. Kristen banished Baron to Riz's suitcase?! And might have saved Aelwyn's life with that Death Ward?! Good friggin' golly. And somehow all that led to a preplanned encounter! Yeah, I'm exhausted just trying to remember all that; kudos to everyone for having such a high-energy session for the entire three(?) hours.
Other bits and bobs:
Honestly, never having to wear shoes inside sounds awesome, so that's one (1) non-terrible thing about Fallinel.
Nara being Kristen with money and without curiosity is: wowww. Tracker what are u doing.
No, she's not that smart, but Nara does get points for sensing the truth in what Tracker was saying instead of sticking to dogma all the way. I thought she might be diabolical, but I guess not!
Emily and Lou's characters being in a snowball fight gave me Neverafter feelings.
Whaaat is up with Cassandra's marriage I need to knoooow. Sol officiated it?
Look, this episode ended with an extended sequence of the party falling to the bottom of Riz's briefcase. I think I'm entirely justified in my conclusion of: ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠���⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯
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babygirlgarrus7 · 10 months
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Dust and Echos
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A/N: I watched the trailer and WOW i can NOT believe our husband is back! So I am excited to write this fic!
Ikora has asked you to come and meet her and another to discuss the next mission. Little did you know it would be an echo from the past.
Warnings: angst (TONS of it), fluff, and swearing
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Destiny List
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You were called to go to meet her to brief you on your next mission. Your Ghost kept going on and on about how the readings of this planet was off, which you took note of also. It was way too odd to not notice the wavelengths.
However, it isn’t the most odd. You have battled many different enemies and how the Light is becoming more and more difficult, powerful, confusing. When fighting the Witch Queen, it wavered you a bit, having to fight the enemies that you never thought of them being able to do the things you could. Even blacking the light for dark uses. You couldn’t say anything sense you can wield it yourself.
Then almost having the second collapse happen to some lunatic that the witch warned you about. The return of the Witness, which led you to a planet called Neomuna a cyberpunk feel of the city, working along with others that called themselves the Cloud Striders. It almost succeeded by one of the pyramids that come about, which wasn’t the first time that you have seen these pyramids.
You have seen it all so it didn’t surprise you about the odd readings. When arriving the planet it was sunny, green, mountains. It was beautiful, until you saw in the distance a purple pyramid shape floating in the air. You bit your lip. “That isn’t good.” Your ghost commented looking over at you.
“Yeah.” You muttered nodding your head, steering your ship to the location.
When approaching you saw Ikora standing in a mouth of a cave, you pulled up having your ghost transport yourself out, landing on the ground. She smiled before showing some nervousness. “Hello Guardian,” She said walking towards the edge. “Glad you can make it.”
“Of course.” You said standing next to you.
“We don’t know what this is,” She said facing the purple mist. “I want you to figure out what it is, you will be having some help of course.” That’s when you heard footsteps. Before you turned to face the footsteps Ikora turned to you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. It was sudden. I was surprised as well.”
You were confused until you turned around. Your heart stopped, you wanted to throw up, you wanted to cry, yell. Cayde. Your ghost looked over at you then Cayde, he wasn’t different looking besides the light blue glow around his eyes and mouth.
“Oh no. There’s nothing I can…I’m sorry.”
His chest had a hole in it. He looked like shit, usually you would give him shit. Tell him that he would need to get some make up to slap on. This time you couldn’t muster a noise, words, nothing. Panic. Pure panic.
“Listen y/n…this ain’t on you.”
You were there when Cayde blamed himself about Andal, you watched him become bitter for a bit. He was also not happy about the fact that he made a bet to be on the Vanguard if Andal died. However, it was because he went and fought Taniks without him. Now this is you, you were going to be like him. Bitter. You can’t loose him.
“We can fix this, we just have to get Sundance pieces. Just please please stay with me.”
You remembered when you saw him after the Tower was taken over on Nessus, you ran to him and hugged him tight. Him chuckling and calling you his dove, due to you being beautiful and at the time innocent. Inside joke. Him tell you to stay with him, up until he knew that we had to meet Zavala and Ikora to fight.
“We will take the Reef by storm.”
Both you and Cayde laughed lowly when dancing on top of the tower, you both heard the towns below play some melodies, after bringing back the Traveller from the Red War. That’s when Cayde told you he loved you. Actually loved you.
“I refuse to bury any more friends.”
You carried him, he should have been heavy but it wasn’t. Your emotions were off, you couldn’t think. Just fuzz. When returning, the cries, gasps it was too much to place him on the bed, covering him with the satin cloth that had the Vanguard symbol.
“Uldren Sov is mine.”
And he was, died from your own hands, with his gun. Ironic. You held the gun looking at Uldren before pulling the trigger. After you did, you stood there for a while, watching the smoke slowly leaving the barrel. Thinking how the smoke was suppose to be your anger and guilt leaving it. But it wasn’t. He wasn’t here.
He is here. You tried to think of you were stuck in the pyramids. One of them. Maybe this is a nightmare, the Queen is torturing, she had to. It’s a spell. A lie. He is dead. He stopped inches away from you. Inches. You could reach out and touch him.
“I will leave you two at it.” Ikora spoke softly before walking up on the ridge.
Cayde carefully looked over you, barely remembering who you are. He knew the feeling when looking at you, knowing you are a Guardian that was under his command. However you were the one he loves. Loves. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to explain.
“You’re dead.” You whispered your helmet barely making the words out.
Cayde chuckled. “I’m kind of hard to kill, you should know that y/n.”
Your ghost floated to him. “Is it really you?” You knew your ghost was making a quick scan before looking shocked. “It’s him.”
Cayde moved around to come to you, you tensed up as he came into your space. He grabbed your chin with his index and thumb. Having you look up at him. “I have been begging the Traveler to come see you again. Pretty sure I annoyed the hell out of it,” You felt the tears prick your eyes. You could feel him. Actually feel him. You focused on how his hand went to your hip and the other cup the side of your cheek. You didn’t even realize how long he was standing there waiting for you to answer. “It’s my hair isn’t it?”
You chuckled and looked down grabbing his hand from your cheek. “I missed you so much.” You voice cracked as you looked back up at him. “You died and I…” You couldn’t finish as memories came back and forth between his death and now.
“I know. I’m so sorry. I wish I could have been here. To be with you. To get out of the damn tower.” Cayde chuckled placing his head on your forehead. “I don’t know how I am here but I am now. We can do this together dove.”
You smiled holding him closer.
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gh0stsp1d3r · 9 months
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Hiii ! Can I request an Hobie x reader where they’re both spider hero and hobie is in love with the reader. But she lost her boyfriend Peter Parker (because yk cannon event). And she sees him again (like another version) and hobie can sees the love in her eyes so angst a bit. Maybe fluff at the end idk.
It’s was so messy lol but I hope it’s okay for you ;)
Hidden feelings
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Hobie tried to not get too close to anyone, he knows what happens when he does. But he couldn’t help but be attracted to you, almost like a magnet.
Even though you were his friend, and you were still mourning, he loved you. He couldn’t help it.
You had just learned about the spider society, and have gone in once. Every time you heard someone’s name was Peter your heart broke.
He saw it in your eyes, you had really missed Peter. So, like a good friend, he didn’t let the feelings he had for you get in his way of comforting you and helping you.
It happened at lunch, you and him were talking and eating.
Then, one of the peters had taken off their mask, you stopped talking for a moment and stared. He looked exactly like your Peter, you thought.
The brown hair, the beautiful brown eyes, and the same exact build.
But your Peter wasn’t spiderman. And you knew that.
You found yourself staring at him for a while, Hobie a little confused as he looked to what you were looking at.
“You alright?” He asked, thick accent cutting you out of your trance. You looked at him and nodded.
“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine.” You mumbled, despite the tears in your eyes threatening to spill.
“I don’t believe that.” He said.
“What’s wrong?” He asked again.
“He just… looks like my Peter. Exactly like him.” You mumbled, closing your eyes and looking down at the table, messing with your food now.
Hobie frowned. Of course. “Oh. Yeah.” Was all he could say before he was also messing with his food.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to…” you started but didn’t finish.
“No, you didn’t. You have perfectly good reason, alright?” He said, looking back at you.
You nodded slowly and looked back at the Peter, he was staring back, and then when you looked he quickly turned around.
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His hidden feelings grew more and more, he tried so hard to keep them down, but it wouldn’t work.
You both were currently laying down, eating popcorn and watching your favorite show at Hobies apartment.
“Ugh, no! Don’t go back to him.” You rolled your eyes at the screen.
“She needs to sort out her priorities.” Hobie shook his head, and threw popcorn at the screen as you both laughed.
“Never took you for a Harry Potter fan.” You smirked.
Hobie shrugged “I was a nerd. Still am, have you seen my room?” He looked around, and pointed to the multiple posters and action figures hanging around, along with tons of pictures and guitars.
(Most of the stuff stolen)
“I know.” You laughed and he smiled at you.
“I love you.” The boy on the screen said, you both turned your attention back to it.
“Ugh, seriously?!” You groaned.
“This is insane. There’s no way.” Hobie shook his head.
“He cheated on you once he’ll do it again!” You said.
Hobie looked at you, and you looked at him.
“So, you stayin’ or what?” He asked.
“Uh, yeah, obviously.”
Hobie smirked and sat up, he turned off the show and you sat up as well.
He pulled guitar from its stand, and put it in his lap. And this time it wasn’t his electric guitar, instead it was his acoustic, which he rarely had played.
He started to play a soft melody, the chords sounded familiar and it gave you a warm feeling, smiling at his playing.
He payed attention to your reaction, as well as the strings.
After he was done, he grabbed your hands and put it in your lap instead. You looked at him confused.
“C’mon. Let me teach you.” He said.
You shrugged “why not.”
He sat behind you, and he put his hands on top of yours. Your cheeks heated up at the feeling, and your heart started beating faster.
First he made sure you weren’t holding it awkwardly, then he slowly put the right fingers on the right chords, and he told you to strum, which you did. It created a short sound, but it was beautiful. Hobie smiled at you.
“You’re a natural.”
“Well, it’s only cause I gotta good teacher.”
He laughed and you looked back at him, you glanced at his lips. He slowly leaned in, and you did as well.
You turned around and put your hands on his chest, then you guys pulled away.
“I like you..” he said.
“I got that.” You laughed quietly, and went in for another kiss.
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Headcanons of a romantic brush between kakyoin and y/n who happens to be jotaro's cousin one year younger and clearly also joseph's granddaughter? I would like to know the reaction of all the crusaders to this situation, I feel that Polareff would be the most annoying, don't you think? XDD
omg this idea is so funny!! i hope i did well at writing it! it's kinda short and just goofy fanfic, so i hope you enjoy anon!!! <3
Secret - Noriaki Kakyoin
Pairing - Kakyoin x f!reader
Warnings - none!
Word Count - 540
Notes - thanks for the request and sorry this took so long anon, ive been trying to get through a lot of requests lmaooooo. hope you have a wonderful day and enjoy!!! <333
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You smiled and ran up to Kakyoin, pressing a kiss on his cheek. You and Kakyoin had been secretly dating since you landed in Singapore and to hide it, you have both woken up early to take a walk around the hotel before everyone else gets up.
You had to admit it felt silly to be hiding something like this, but also a little fun. Plus, if your cousin, Jotaro, found out, he would be on your ass about staying on task and not worrying about stupid stuff like relationships. And your grandpa, Joseph, found out, you would never be able to have a moment alone with Kakyoin.
You didn't want to seem off task or like you didn't care about the actual mission at hand, so you and Kakyoin just spent your time together early in the morning and late at night before doing actual work throughout the day.
“Did you sleep well last night?” You asked Kakyoin, watching the warm sun rise.
“I did,” he smiled and placed a small kiss on your cheek. “How about you?”
“Pretty good. There was a loud train outside though, but other than that, it was pretty nice.”
“Well, at least you got some sleep.” Kakyoin sat down on a bench, patting the open spot next to him for you to sit down.
You gladly sat down and rested in his arms watching the sun on the ocean. Waking up now was actually a nice thing, not only because you got to see Kakyoin and spend some alone time with him, but you also got to see the sun rise in tons of different countries, which a lot of people can't say they’ve seen.
You snuggled into Kakyoin’s arms, feeling yourself drift off to sleep again, when you heard a very familiar laugh.
“Don't get me laughing like that, Polnareff, gonna make my knees go out!” Joseph wiped a tear from laughing so hard and you panicked. There wasn't enough time to get out of Kakyoin’s arms, and even before you thought of that, Jotaro made eye contact with you, following right behind his grandfather.
Your eyes went wide and you turned to Kakyoin, trying to figure out a cover up. But everyone saw you at this point and knew what you were up to. Joseph ran over and said, “How long have you two been snuggling?!?!”
You shrugged and went to say something when Jotaro grabbed the tip of his hat and shook his head with his iconic “yare yare daze”.
Kakyoin just giggled and made the situation worse and your face more red by placing a huge kiss on your cheek.
Polnareff ran up with tears nearly in his eyes. “Oh my goodness!! You two are so cute together!!!” He sniffled back some tears and grabbed Kakyoin’s hands. “You better treat her well, alright? You better take her on the most lovely dates! I know a great place in France.”
Everyone began bombarding the two of you and you couldn't help but giggle and apologize for hiding this from everyone.
Jotaro wasn't too amused though and just told everyone to pack their bags and go while Polnareff was crying in Avdol’s arms about how cute the two of you were.
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𝐘𝐨𝐮❜𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭.... 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮? • 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐰
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SUMMARY: Okay I have a request for Jack where his girl has an IUD that she got before she met him and when they started dating and having sex, she didn’t tell him about it bc she knew he was insistent on wearing protection bc he didn’t wanna have a kid yet and she didn’t want to make him feel like she was lying to trick him and she also knew he got around a lot so she was fine wearing protection for std reasons but over time she forgot to tell him and one day his friends are over and Neelam or urban’s gf ask Jack if they had any pads or tampons bc she started and he realized that since she’s been living with him he hasn’t seen her get her period and he panics thinking he got her pregnant🤣 I know this is very specific but I have an IUD and just thought about this scenario in my head and I can’t stop laughing about how panicked he would be 🤣
GENRE: fluff
WARNING: IUD, period talk, pregnancy scare.. kinda, sex mentioned
PAIRING: jack Harlow x reader
AUTHOR NOTE: do we really think jack would care lol
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You and Jack have been together for about 5 months. To see it was amazing was an understatement. Your relationship with jack was more than you could ask for. He treated you like a queen, he spoiled you, he made sure you knew he was the only girl for him despite his thousands of girl fans, and the sex with him was crazy great.
Your sex life with Jack was wild. One thing about Jack he wasn't into plain old vanilla sex. He made sure to fuck you perfectly till the point you were sore the next morning. Usually you both used protection, you were fairly new into your relationship and you both didn't want an accident to happen. Regardless of the protection the chances of you getting pregnant was low. Before you got with Jack you got an IUD. You weren't planning on having kids at your young age.
You haven't told jack about your IUD. You both used protection so you felt no need to, plus you didn't want him to think you were lying and end up having unprotected sex. Lot of girls act like they got one, yet they didn't and it ends up ruining people's lives. You didn't want jack to feel that way.
The perks of not having a IUD was your lack of period which you were very happy about. It saved you from spending tons of money a year on products.
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You sat in the living room with Neelam, jack, urban, and his girlfriend. You 5 were having a very usual get together. It was nothing but talking about gossiping about random stuff
"so, how your relationship with jack going?" Neelam asked. "It's going great. I love spending time with him, hearing about his day in the studio is fun too."
Neelam nodded.
"same here." Urban's girlfriend Sam said. "He always comes home and shows me his pictures while I'm half asleep."
As she finished you heard urban suck his teeth from the other side of the room.
"what it's true." She said making all of you laugh.
You leaned back against your seat as you watched Sam and urban walk into the kitchen. You looked over at Neelam noting that you haven't heard her say anything for a bit.
"you ok?" You asked her.
"um do you have any tampons" she asked. You shook your head, "no. I haven't had my period for a while."
Jack looked up from his phone as he said that. It just hit him how he's never seen you on your period, nor has he heard you talk about getting one. He started panic, 'what if I got her pregnant?' he thought to himself. So many negative things washed over him making him feel like he was suffocating.
"I'm going to go get some air." He quickly said as he stood up. You frowned as you watched him run to the back door.
"I'm going to go check on him. Maybe Sam has some tampons." Neelam nodded, letting you get up and leave.
You walked over to the back door, you looked out to see jack leaning over the railing. His grip on it was tight.
"jack, baby what's wrong?" You walked over to him running your hand over his back.
"y/n.." jack looked at you. "If you're going to keep the baby it's fine, I'm not going to walk out."
You frowned, looking at him with a confused face. "What baby?"
"are you pregnant? You told Neelam that you haven't got your period in a while." Jack swallowed as he prepared himself for the worse.
Instead of you telling him you were pregnant you laughed. "Jack I'm not pregnant."
Jack looked at you confused. "What?"
"I'm not pregnant. I haven't got my period in a while because I have an IUD. It prevents it. No period, no baby."
At that news jack let out a satisfied breath and threw his head back. "Thank God. I saw my life flash before my eyes." He said as he looked back at you.
You laughed again. "Even if I didn't have an IUD that still wouldn't be logical because we've never had unprotected sex."
Jack ran his hand over his face, he felt so dumb for actually thinking you were pregnant.
"yeah, you're right. I'm very happy aren't tho."
Jack leaned down and kissed you.
"does this mean we can have unprotected sex?" He asked suddenly as he pulled away from you.
"uh I don't know about that.. you fucking any other girls?"
"the only girl I been fuckin for the past 5 months is you ma."
"well, I guess we can."
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write some good ol’ daryl smut. praise kink or like thigh riding. or like the reader is stressed and daryl wanted to take her mind off of everything so he did
༉‧₊˚. 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧
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― pairings: daryl dixon x plus size!reader
― era: early season 4
― summary: it was hard for daryl to watch you fall back into survival mode, but that's nothing a little advice from glenn can't fix.
― warnings: thigh riding, praise, comfort sex, kind of emotional sex, stress relief sex.
― wc: 1068
⋆ a/n: thank you so much for your request! it has been too long since i've written about thigh riding, so this was a nice refresher. i'm sorry this took so long, but i hope you enjoy :]
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He could see it in your eyes, the way your face scrunched up in frustration when you heard news of there being a breach in the prison, the tiredness seeping off of you as you took up consistent watch shifts. He knew that if you wanted to keep the prison together, for it to remain serving as a home to you and your family, you would have to take it upon yourself to make it happen, even though that wasn't the case at all. Sometimes you'd get so buried deep in your head that it felt like you were back out there by yourself, constantly holding your own and never asking for help. When you would get like this, Daryl had no idea what to do, until he did.
"You know orgasms are the best remedy." Glenn said one morning. Daryl nearly choked on his spit. "What?" He asked incredulously. Glenn gave him a look out the corner of his eye before continuing what he was doing. "When Maggie gets all pent up like that, having sex usually helps a ton." Daryl looked like a deer caught in headlights, Glenn letting out a laugh as he patted his shoulder. "Just think about it." And think about it he did. It wasn't like you and Daryl weren't intimate, you'd had sex with each other, given the other their fair share of oral, but the sound of it was almost foreign as what you did behind doors was brought to light by someone else.
It couldn't have been that bad of an idea, right? He wasn't pushing or taking advantage of you, just offering you a more "effective" type of stress relief. He made sure that Sasha had covered your shift as you bursted into the room, smoke pretty much coming out of your ears.
"Did you say that Sasha could have my shift?" You asked angrily. "Yea." You scoffed, arms falling down to your sides in defeat. "That wasn't yours to offer, Daryl." He got up from your makeshift double bed, grasping your hands in his calloused ones. "I know, but yer damn near bleedin' yerself dry." Your anger easily dissipated as you fell face first onto his chest, letting out a sigh that sounded like it had been building up ever since you began to push yourself. "I'm so tired, D." You practically whimpered, "But I don't know what to do, our people need us. I— I can't allow myself to grow soft just because we're comfortable." He couldn't help but chuckle at your words. Usually, he'd be the one saying those things, but strangely enough, he couldn't help but think if growing soft would be all that bad?
Your humanity was all but stripped away from you guys as you were forced to put down the dead, and the living. You weren't allowed to be human anymore, but the prison was pretty much serving as a saving grace, despite all the people that you had lost to get the others and you there.
"Ya ain' survivin' no more. Yer finally able to live, so why are ya stressing yerself out? The Governor hasn't shown up, we beat him, and everyone's fine." He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, holding you close to his warm body. It was as if his reassuring words were exactly what you needed to hear, your body sinking further into his.
"Well I thought this conversation was gonna go a different way." You rested your chin on his chest, peering up at him. "What do you mean?" You asked. His cheeks painted pink as well as the tips of his ears, which turned an adorable red. "I was gonna try to seduce ya? I guess? I dunno, Glenn said that uh— sex is a good way to release stress." It was as if your mood changed drastically, a smirk playing on your lips as you stared up at him. "Who said you can't still?" His grip on you tightened, fingers digging into the skin of your hips.
"Are ya sure?" You placed a heated kiss on his lips, fingers combing through his unruly hair. "I'm sure." Yout lips joined together once more, tongue swiping at his bottom lip as he allowed you to dominate the kiss. His hands fell to the hem of your shirt where he tugged it up and over your head, throughly breaking apart your passion. "Let me ride your thigh, please." You breathed. He let out a low groan at the idea, tugging down his pants frantically, you following closely behind him as you kicked yours off as well. He fell onto your bed in a sitting position, palms holding onto yours as he assisted you on sitting down on him.
He hissed at the feeling of your naked heat sat on his muscular thigh, your wetness smearing on the limb as you let out a shutter.
"Take what ya need from me." He whispered, gently beginning to rock you back and forth. You whimpered, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders as your bottom lip was safely tucked away between your teeth. You allowed him to aid you, your clit continually brushing against his skin as you moaned out. The feeling was like no other, and with the speed that you were going, you were going to cum soon.
Your heavy breaths and pleas fell on deaf ears as you joined your lips together, keeping a death grip on his roots as you humped him. His lips swallowed your sounds, silencing you, as if it was a melody that was meant just for him. You were clenching around nothing, walls fluttering in desperation as you chased your orgasmic high. The atmosphere was peaceful, something that you hadn't based in what felt like forever. You didn't realize how much you needed Daryl, how badly your body craved to let go until you were looming over him. It was truly a blessing with how much Daryl loved to give.
"D, I'm gonna cum!" You whined against his lips, you rhythm stuttering as pleasure shot up your spine. "I got ya, sunshine." He reassured, picking up the pace. You twitched and squirmed, your moans raising in pitch until you finally crashed over the edge, hips moving uncontrollably until you finally came back down.
"Are ya okay?" Daryl whispered, gently caressing your hair. You smiled against his lips, "I've never felt better."
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doevademe · 1 year
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What are some criticisms against Percabeth? I'm curious because I never had an issue with them during the original pjo series. Its Hero's of Olympus where is get kinda weird for me
I'll start with PJO and then move on to HoO, because while I have my criticisms of PJO Percabeth, HoO Percabeth is... uff.
Also under a read more because this gets long, and to minimize upsetting people.
Okay, so my main issue in PJO is how boring they are as a couple. This is a me problem, of course, but Percabeth is just the smart girl teasing/softly bullying the protagonist boy. They are as scheduled as a train stop. You know form the first moment where it's going to go, how it will get there, what the interactions will be like, and if you think this is a writer thing, I started reading these books when I was 13, and even then I considered the pairing most cliché thing ever.
I have two actual criticisms for PJO Percabeth, though. The first is how their romance is centered around Annabeth insulting Percy. I mean, her main nickname for Percy is a constant reminder that he's seen as stupid, which Percy is not, despite common fandom interpretation. She's also constantly punching him and belittling him, and yeah, she's a teenager and they are just friends being a little rough on each other, but if Percy was the one doing it, that wouldn't fly with the fandom at large, and it doesn't fly with me when Annabeth does it, either.
The second criticism is that they have nothing in common aside from shared experiences as demigods. If Percy had quested with Clarisse or Drew, he'd have the same things in common with them as he has with Annabeth in canon. In all of PJO they never have a conversation that's not centered around being a demigod. They don't share hobbies, interests or even talents. Percy is shown to like stuff like skating, swimming and other physical activities, Annabeth is a bookworm who loves architecture and puzzles. There's no intersection there. Once they are in college in New Rome, safe from monsters, what do they even talk about? Their only scene not demigod related is having plans to see a movie in BotL, something they don't have to talk to do (and that they never end up doing). EDIT: Oh, also, Annabeth infodumping on architecture, but Percy considers this white noise and he constantly ignores her talking about her passion, so... yeah, I don't count it as an actual conversation since he never engages back.
HoO Percabeth has these problems too, but it's much worse because they are actually together now. Annabeth is shown in her very first POV to be very manipulative (reminding Percy he almost dated Rachel to make him uncomfortable and "keep him in line"), violent (the Judo flip), and needy to an almost codependent degree (she makes Percy disappearing all about her, how it made her feel, how much it hurt for her), and Percy just goes along with it.
Their conversations are also repetitive and boring, because discussing the demigod quest is now a group thing with the rest of the Seven, their one-on-one conversations are all about how in love they are, how they want to spend their lives together, how they can't live without each other. It feels more like what keeps them together is their shared experiences and traumas, rather than any sort of chemistry or shared goal aside from a generic "staying together forever".
I'm okay with it as a friendship, because sometimes you can call your friend a jerkwad and just laugh it off, because you both now you don't mean it. People also have tons of school or job friends they have nothing in common with except for spending nearly 8 hours together daily in the same building, but as a romance? I was never convinced, more resigned to the fact that it would happen.
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