#something about the huge slow burn I have for them in my head helps me tackle that idea so much better.

[gracieheartspedro]

Your Needs, My Needs

THE PRELUDE

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pairing: cowboy!joel x f!reader (no outbreak)

description: you have made it to your new home in taylor, texas. your anxiety of owning your our home and being alone is coming to a head, but you need to be productive. a trip to the local furniture turns into you meeting some locals and your new cowboy neighbor.

word count: 3.7k words

warnings: there is no smut in this part. still MINORS DNI! no use of y/n! vague talk of reader's old life before texas, no real description of the reader, description of small age gap, joel being a sarcastic shithead. sarah is canon, so joel is a dad. distracted driving. talks of consuming food. reader has mental illness, mainly described as anxiety, but could be other illnesses. I make it pretty vague. the reader likes football? lmfao

author's note: this is the prelude to the many parts I have planned for these two. this is sort of just setting up everything. I want a slow burn for these two, so hopefully these first couple parts make you guys sweat with anticipation. I also wanna quickly thank all of you for the love on the preview of this fic. I hope you all enjoy it! let me know what y'all think. YEEHAW!

“Sign here and she’s all yours.”

When you brought the pen to the dotted line, you knew that this was going to be the start of your new life. 

While you were nervous about taking on such a huge project, you were ready to find solace in your alone time and work on yourself along with the beautiful farmhouse. You needed some peace and quiet, anyway. 

She was set on 20 acres of land on the outskirts of a small town called Taylor. The land looked like something out of a movie, it’s rolling hills and sprawling fields. 

The house was about 130 years old and needed a lot of TLC. You found it online after hours of scrolling. It was still liveable, but the older couple who owned it before moved to a retirement community and could not keep up with the maintenance. When the inheritance hit your bank account, you called the local realtor and told them you would be flying out there to check it out. When the car pulled up the long driveway, you knew that it would be yours. 

Texas was a new start for you. And boy, were you ready for it. 

You did not have a lot to move in, just a small UHaul full of boxes of clothes and miscellaneous trinkets. You left your furniture in your shared apartment in New York. You needed to find something that was more your style, anyway. 

You moved everything yourself. You were not sure you were ready to trust anyone to help you move in. You knew no one locally, anyway.

It took about three days to get settled, and by that, you simply put up a shower curtain and finally put sheets on your mattress on the floor. You had also created a laundry list of random things you wanted to get done around the house in the next month. Priority number one was getting the bathrooms working. The toilet downstairs doesn’t stop running and your upstairs one won’t flush at all. 

You decided that today was the day you would go out and buy some furniture for your living room and bedroom. You would also inquire to some locals about a plumber. It would take you days to work up the courage to reach out to someone in the phone book, so here’s to hoping you just run into someone on the street. 

You hop into the sedan that you were renting until you could buy a car. It was nice but it was no match for your long dirt driveway. You already expected to pay extra for all the dings on the exterior. 

The roads that lead into Main Street are long and winding. You loved driving, so when it was nice enough to put the windows down, you did so. 

Since there’s no one on this specific stretch, you decide to switch the CD you had shoved into the disc drive, opting for another mix you had made years ago. The radio never played what you wanted, especially the local stations in Taylor. 

In your distracted scramble for the CD, you don’t take note of the large stallion running next to your car. The CD is wedged between the seat and the main console and your fingers cannot reach the awkward position. 

You’re not speeding. But when a giant horse runs out in front of you, you can not hit the break quickly enough. You stop breathing, bracing for impact. You jerk the wheel slightly, swerving away from the steed.  Before your front end can make an impact, the horse is snatched back towards the divot in the road. 

You are in complete and utter shock over how abruptly it all happened. 

Your eye eventually catches a man on horseback, his cowboy hat shields most of his face, but you are more focused on how built this man looks. His biceps were straining against his button-up shirt as he held the lasso taut against his chest. His legs were locked around the brown stallion he was on, his jeans riddled with mud and dust. He had dark curls that peaked out from under his hat.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” You yell, your car slowly inching forward from its spot in the middle of the road, “Where did that thing even come from?”

The mysterious cowboy just shakes his head and trots away, clicking his tongue to guide the horse back into the field. 

Your heart felt like it may leap out of your chest. A car was chugging down the road ahead of you, so you knew you had to move out of the way. You turn into your lane and slowly start down the road again.

You do not even bother trying to find the CD, again. You would rather sit in complete silence. 

-

When you make it to the small stretch of downtown, your heart rate slows down. You spot a local furniture store that looks a bit dated. It was your best bet plus, you wanted to stand on solid ground and gain your bearings. 

You parallel park rather terribly and hop out of your car. You huff loudly, throwing your purse over your shoulder and slamming the door behind you. 

A hot cowboy saved your life. 

It’s the most Texas thing that’s happened to you since you moved here. 

You head inside the storefront. A smaller white-haired lady sits at the front desk, her head in a gossip magazine. 

“Well, hello there,” You muster in your best cheery voice, trying to act like you did not almost die, “I’m lookin’ for some furniture.”

She chuckles as she places her reading next to the register, “Well, you came to the right place, sweetheart.”

You return the laugh, glancing around the large store. Couches and recliners in rows in the front, wooden bed sets lining the back wall. You were so indecisive, you were not completely sure where to start. 

“I need a bedroom set and a couch or two. I just moved into th-”

“The old Caldwell farmhouse,” She cuts you off, hopping off her stool, “Saw you movin’ in a couple days ago. My boy is your neighbor.”

The joke about small towns is always true, you know that already. Everyone knows everyone else’s business. You could not shit without someone knowing about it. 

You raise your eyebrows, acting like you’re shocked she knows about you already. “Yes, that’s right. Your boy?”

“My oldest son, Joel. He lives across the way from ya,” She starts gesturing towards the couches, “Pop a squat on one and see which one ya like.”

You end up sitting on every couch before landing on a brown leather one with a matching loveseat. The old woman is a great saleswoman on top of being sickly sweet. She told you since you are one of her first customers of the month, she would give you a great discount on a coffee table. You were a sucker for a good deal. 

You knew what bed set you wanted immediately. It was a light-washed wood with tall pillars sticking out of every corner. It came with two matching dressers and one nightstand. It was only you, so you didn’t quite care about another side table anyway. 

When the lady starts tallying up your total, you watch the slow-moving downtown. A couple walking across the street into the small diner. An older gentleman walking his small dog. The rickety old trucks that loudly took up the roads. 

You’re so stuck in your head, you don’t even hear what your total is. All you do is hand over your credit card. She smiles and giggles as she swipes the card. 

“So I’ll have my boy deliver it to you tomorrow. He is busy workin’ today, but I’ll have him get it to you. He’s quite the handyman, always busy doing jobs around town. Will you be home in the morning?”

You would have to have some strange man in your home to set up the heavy wooden furniture. It made the hairs on your arm stand up. You knew you would not be able to haul it all, so you had to take the leap of faith and hope and pray this frail old lady’s son is not a serial killer. Or stalker. Or both. 

You needed your furniture, after all. 

It will be okay, you tell yourself. 

“U-uh, I will,” You swallow, “I don’t work right now, so I’ll be home all day.”

“Oh, goody! I will send him your way in the morning. He may have his brother with him just to get the bed up your stairs, but I promise they are good boys. If they aren’t, you come to me and their mama will deal with them.”

You laugh nervously, “Of course, thank you so much.”

–

You had woken up late, your anxiety creeping up on you last night. Your brain would not stop racing. You didn’t fall asleep until 2 am. You hop out of bed around 10:30 and wrap yourself in a cardigan. You have been leaving all the windows open at night, but you can tell the seasons are shifting because it gets so cold at night. 

The doorbell rings and it’s like your heart falls out of your chest. You know that after you open this door, you’re welcoming in someone completely new and unexpected and it makes your whole body jitter. You make your way to the front door and take a deep breath before opening it. 

Of course. It’s him. The hot cowboy. 

It made sense. The endless green across from your home had to be part of his property. The road you almost died on yesterday was right beside his land. His house was tucked right across from the end of your driveway, with countless barns spread across a couple of acres.

You were secretly hoping he would be some silly-looking hillbilly, but instead, you find out your delivery man is the ridiculously attractive cowboy from the day before. His hair is tidy and dark without the cowboy hat on. It’s peppered with some white hairs, but it only adds to his appearance. His flannel has the top three buttons undone and his jeans are stained with age. You are finally able to get a good look at his face with no shadows covering his permanent scowl. 

He had to be about 10 years older than you. You were not too far off from wrinkles, but you were still young enough to bear children without being considered geriatric. 

He squints at you when you swing the door open. The sun is hitting his eyes, highlighting the warm rich brown color. 

“Howdy neighbor,” He greets, a small smirk plays on his lips, “’m Joel. Nice to meet you officially.”

You introduce yourself, trying not to stutter as you say your name. He made you nervous. You chalk it up to just being nervous around men in general. But it’s the way his eyes trailed you as you moved just slightly.

You feel the need to clear the air because of the way he’s staring through you. 

“And uh, listen, about yesterday,” You try to apologize, but he cuts you off by raising his hand. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time an outsider got themselves hurt bein’ reckless down the backroads. Just glad you didn’t hit my horse.”

The response has a bit of a bite to it. You back up a step, your body also taken aback by his directness. You are used to confrontational people, but you’re not used to Southern folk being that way. 

“No, next time I’ll aim for the ditch and tell my insurance that there was a silly cowboy in the road that I had to miss.”

You can tell by the sheepish smile on his face that he was not expecting you to be feisty.

“Don’t think they’d give ya’ much money for that,” He says in a hushed but matter-of-fact tone.

You relax your shoulders, trying to collect yourself. “Probably not.” 

He turns back to his truck that has your bed frame in the back of it, disregarding the previous statements. “My brother is comin’ by in a few to help me get this stuff in.”

“Well, let’s not let all the air out of the house right now,” You extend the door wider for him. You are giving this man full access to your home now. You try to suppress your obsessive thoughts and instead decide that you know exactly what you can have him do while you wait. You remember his mom told you he was good with his hands, and since he wants to be snarky to you in the comfort of your own home, you would try to pick his mind about some of your home projects. “Come in, let me ask you something.” 

You begin, gesturing him into the entryway. He accepts the offer, kicking his boots off on the porch. You appreciate his thoughtfulness and for a second, you realize you may be the asshole. 

“Mama told you I was a handyman, didn’t she?”

You giggle, finding it funny that he could read the situation you were about to put him in. “She sure did.”

“She needs to stop tellin’ folks that,” His accent is so thick and syrupy, that it makes your insides tingle, “Got too many people askin’ me to fix their stuff.”

You guide him to the bathroom right off the living room and kitchen, “You know much about plumbing?”

“I’m assumin’ you don’t,” He mutters, “What do you have goin’ on?”

You point to the loudly running toilet, “This thing won’t stop running no matter what I do.”

“Well, what have you tried doin’?”

You both stand in the hallway, you looking up at him with furrowed brows, him looking down at you with anticipation. He was quick-witted, and you started to hate how much you liked it. He gave your sassiness a run for it’s money.

“I’ve flushed it a bunch of times. Cursed at it and kicked it,” He stares at you blankly. It makes your stomach roll, “Jesus, Cowboy, can you give a girl a break?”

He enters the narrow bathroom, approaching the toilet like there may be a bomb in it. He reaches towards the handle and jiggles it violently, which makes you giggle a bit. That’s exactly what you did. 

“So, why here?” He questions, squatting in front of the bowl. He continues to mess with the handle while you process his no-context question.

“What Texas or this bathroom?”

He chuckles, his smile spreading across his beautifully tanned skin. 

“You got tons of jokes, huh?” 

You don’t respond, just shrug your shoulders. He stands up, wiggling the top of the tank off the toilet. You watch his hands lock onto the sides of it, ensuring it will not drop off and shatter on the dated tile. 

“Texas,” He strains, freeing his left hand to mess with the handle. You lean against the door frame. 

You are not even sure why Texas. You just needed to get as far as you could away from New York. You did not want your past to catch up with you, and you did not want to get stuck in a city again. But you could not share all this with a random stranger. He may be in your house, looking at your commode, but you can’t completely trust him yet. 

“I just wanted a change of scenery. I always wanted a farmhouse.”

“Lots of upkeep,” He jabs, doing one more once over of the tank, “‘M thinking you may need a new float or chain. I can get my tools tomorrow and come over to fix it. May need to order a new part, though.”

You push off the wall, arms still crossed over your front. He puts the top back on and finally makes eye contact with you. 

He would come over again? To fix your toilet? 

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, ‘m sure it’s the chain or float.”

“No, I m-mean,” You start to stumble over your words. You swallow, collecting yourself for a moment so you do not look crazy to him. “Are you sure you’re okay coming back over?”

He gives you a thin-lipped smile, “What are neighbors for?”

-

His brother arrives in a rickety old truck at about 15 past 11. He looks a lot like him, but shorter. He has those same eyes though, permanently tired. 

“Nice to meet ya, ma’am. ‘M Tommy.”

You grab his hand to shake it and he lingers a bit longer than you anticipated. Joel stayed on your front porch, putting his boots back on to start unloading the furniture. 

You are thankful the weather was kind today, especially since every evening this week has been stormy. The sun was beating mighty hard on the men as they collaborated on getting your furniture inside.

While they get everything set up, you busy yourself making lunch. You get the bright idea to make them each a sandwich. It’s the least you could do. 

You pile the cold-cut turkey and cheese onto the white bread you had, topping it with some mayo. When you hear their footsteps trailing down the stairs, you race out with the sandwiches on a porcelain plate.

“For your troubles,” You say before standing in their path to the door. Tommy smiles brightly, instantly snatching a sandwich from the plate. 

“Thanks, darlin’,” He takes a big bite, humming in satisfaction. He walks around you, leaving you standing in front of Joel. His eyes are piercing, his lips ajar a bit, but nothing is coming out. 

“Turkey and cheese, I promise.”

He reaches out grabbing the sandwich from you, “No sweet tea to go with it?”

Your heart sinks, instantly becoming self-conscious of your decision to be nice to these hicks. He was so intimidating with his steely expressions and broad shoulders. There was an essence about him that did not speak to his stone-cold exterior. It was more gentle. But you could only see hints of it when he smiled. 

He can tell the wheels in your head are spinning. Before you can speak, takes a bite of the sandwich and shakes his head. 

“‘m kidding, Yankee. Thank you, I ‘preciate it.”

You settle for letting out a long sigh and returning to your kitchen. You spend a couple of minutes, putting back all the ingredients in their proper places. 

You hear Tommy yell for Joel, his voice kind of panicked. You race out the front door and see Tommy balancing your coffee table off the side of the truck. Joel is running to his aid, the dust from your driveway kicking up behind him. You hold your breath watching Joel help him balance the wooden piece of furniture. 

“Can’t have you breakin’ your back before homecoming,” Joel fusses, guiding the legs of the table to the ground, “You know damn well Maria would have me, too.”

“Yeah, what’s a homecoming game without the head coach?”

You perk up, instantly becoming interested in the conversation that you weren’t supposed to be listening in on. The two men lift the table and start heading your way, right on the threshold. 

“You coach football?” You ask Tommy, trying not to show your excitement. You loved football, it reminded you of Sundays with your grandfather. You never got the privilege to go to an actual game, even in high school. 

“Yes, ma’am, for the local high school in Taylor. We are gonna make it to the state championships this year.” 

You glance at Joel when he says it. He rolls his eyes, “Gotta win at least one game to do that, Tommy.”

They place the coffee table right in front of your new leather couch. Tommy grunts, trying not to argue with his brother in front of a strange lady. 

He can’t help himself, though. He instantly snaps back at Joel.

“You know them boys have been practicin’ day in and day out. Why ya gotta be so negative?”

Joel places his hands on his hips, “Cause Sarah told me the guys in her grade are a bunch of dummies. I highly doubt they are ready to kick Georgetown’s asses.”

Tommy starts towards the door, “Just cause Sarah says it, doesn’t mean it’s true.”

“I believe my honor student daughter before I believe my dumbass little brother.”

You are not shocked Joel has a daughter. You are just shocked that she’s in high school. He looked too young to have a teen, but then again, he did have some grays sprouting. You cross your arms over your chest, watching Joel scoot the table across your hardwoods. 

You’re staring at his hands, trying to conjure up a wedding ring on his left finger. But there’s nothing. Maybe he did not wear it when he was working. Maybe he just forgot to put it on this morning. Maybe his passive aggressiveness towards you was simply to ensure there was distance between you and him, giving you subtle hints that he was taken. 

He finally glances up at you, stopping in his tracks when he notes your gaze. 

“Somethin’ wrong?”

You have no clue what to say because you are so trapped in your head about him. He’s a stranger, god damn it.

“N-no, everything is okay.”

“Don’t look it.”

“I just was not expecting the coffee table to look so dark against the hardwood,” you lie, pulling whatever you could think of out of your hat, “Doesn’t it look dark?”

Joel looks between the floor and the table, shifting in his stance, “Don’t know bout that.” 

“O-oh okay.”

“Alright, well we got ya all set up now,” He starts to head towards the entryway. You trail behind him like a lost puppy, “I’ll be by sometime tomorrow with that part for the toilet. I’m expectin’ another sandwich for that one.”

You grab your front door as you wave to Tommy as he heads for his truck. He smiles and gives you a head nod. Joel turns back to you, his ears perked up for a sarcastic jab from you.

  You think back to something he said to you earlier. You crack a smile, “What are neighbors for?”

PART 1 COMING SOON!

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[joelsgreys]

what he didn’t do

Preoutbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader

summary: You’re very recently divorced, but that doesn’t stop a certain handsome, brown-eyed neighbor from taking you out on a date.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. divorced reader, no massive age gap (no specific age is mentioned, but reader is in her early 30’s and Joel is 35) slow burn, 10 year crush kind of deal. reader talks about her past relationship. mentions of food and alcohol. soft, caring Joel. first date fluff.

word count: 5.1k

a/n: so um how are we all doing after today, we still alive out there? 👀 no one asked for this, this fic is purely self indulgent, my lonely single ass is convinced that pre out break Joel would be just the most amazing gentleman on a date, he would be so perfect and just take the best care of you and treat a girl right…so here is what i whipped up.

He’ll treat me right, put me first, be a man of his word

stay home ‘cause he wanted to

always fight for my love

hold on tight like it’s something that he can’t stand to lose

Joel wasn’t all too sure how it even happened.

Earlier that afternoon, he’d gone on over to your place to deliver a piece of mail that the postman had accidentally put in his mailbox instead of yours. While Joel was there, you’d kindly asked him if he could recommend a good plumber that you could call because you had a stubborn leak under the kitchen sink that you needed to get looked at sooner rather than later. Wanting to save you both the hassle and the expense of having to hire someone, Joel had told you to hang tight for a minute and rushed back over to his house, only to return with his yellow toolbox in hand so that he could fix it for you, which he’d done in fifteen minutes flat—and now, just a few hours later into the evening, he was getting himself ready to take you out to dinner. 

And the real fucking kicker of it all was that he had been the one to ask you out, proposing the offer while his head had been buried in the cabinet underneath your leaking kitchen sink. At least that way, if you had rejected him, you wouldn’t have been able to see the look of complete and utter embarrassment on his face. But much to Joel’s surprise, not to mention, his relief, you’d eagerly accepted the invitation and even suggested tonight would be the perfect night if he didn’t have prior plans or commitments.

Hell, even if Joel did have prior plans or commitments, he would have canceled them for you without a single ounce of hesitation.

He’d discovered he would do just about anything for you.

Joel shrugged into the light tan, button up shirt that Sarah had helped him pick out earlier just before he’d jumped in the shower. At thirteen, she lived with her nose buried in fashion magazines lately and she didn’t trust him to successfully choose a proper outfit for the occasion on his own without guidance. It had been well over a few years since Joel had been on a date, as she had so kindly pointed out to him while she’d rummaged around through his mess of a closet. Although he insisted that it wasn’t a date, his teenager had scoffed and called him out on his bullshit. “Well, what else do you do you call it when two single adults go out to dinner together alone?” Sarah had challenged him as she held up a couple of different shirts up against his chest, searching for the perfect one. “Especially when one of those two adults has had the most obvious crush on the other one for what, like ten freaking years now?”

“It wasn’t that obvious,” he’d muttered to her in response. Peering at her curiously, he couldn’t help himself as he had asked her, “Was it?”

“Dad, your crush on her has been about as subtle as a brick to the face.” Letting out a huge laugh, Sarah had shoved the shirt she’d selected into his hands and tossed the losers right back into his closet. “Here, wear this one with those dark jeans, the bootcut ones. Don’t roll up the sleeves like you always do. And for the love of all that is holy, at least make an attempt to run a comb through that hair of yours,” she’d advised on her way out the door, leaving him to it.

Joel sighed and buttoned up the shirt, then tugged on his dark blue jeans and a pair of black leather boots—the only pair he owned that weren’t totally worn down to the soles. He finished getting dressed and proceeded to roll up the long sleeves of his shirt up to the middle of his forearms, tucking in the cuffs as neatly as he could. He could already hear his daughter scolding him over it, but screw it, Joel wanted to be comfortable, especially now that warmer weather had arrived in Austin. 

After rubbing just the slightest hint of his favorite sandalwood cologne on his neck and on the insides of his wrists, Joel finally left his bedroom and made his way downstairs, trying his absolute hardest to pay no mind to the nerves that were threatening to creep up on him. He entered the living room where he found Tommy sitting on the couch with Sarah, a plastic blue bowl of popcorn nestled between the two of them. Sarah, who had been busy shuffling through a stack of movies in her lap, looked up when she heard him walk into the room and narrowed her green eyes at him. “Come on, man! What did I say earlier about the sleeves?”

“You told me not to roll ‘em up. But I chose not to listen to you,” Joel quipped, eliciting an annoyed sigh from her. 

Tommy smirked at him. “So motherfucker, you finally did it, huh? You finally asked her out on a date.” His smirk widened. “Only had to wait, what, about ten fuckin’ years?”

Joel glared at his younger brother. “How did you even—?” He stopped abruptly and his dark brown eyes flickered over to Sarah, who shot him a guilty smile from where she sat. “Really? You just had to tell him?”

“Sorry,” she apologized, sheepishly. “It slipped.”

“Damn, big brother. Y’know, word on the street is that she just signed the divorce papers at the courthouse earlier this week,” Tommy remarked, taking a swig from his bottle of Lone Star as he leaned back into the couch. “You’ve got some real big fuckin’ balls to ask a freshly divorced woman out on a date that quick. I’ve gotta admit that I’m actually pretty fuckin’ impressed with you, Joel. Didn’t think you’d have it in you.”

“It ain’t a date,” Joel muttered out the lie, picking up his keys from the coffee table. “We’re just goin’ out to dinner is all.”

“That’s a date,” Tommy and Sarah stated together in unison.

Joel let out a heavy sigh, deciding that it was better for him to ignore their antics rather than to play into them. “You.” He pointed an index finger at Sarah. “Might not be school night, but I don’t want you stayin’ up too late. And you.” He turned his attention to Tommy. “I don’t want you havin’ any of your little female friends over while I’m out tonight, especially not while Sarah is home. That understood?” 

“Yes dad,” both their voices chirped together once again. 

Rolling his eyes, Joel bid them a quick goodnight and left the house, making his way across the lawn and over to your place. You lived in the smaller, single story yellow house right next door to his.

You’d moved in next to Joel and Tommy several years ago—Sarah had still been a toddler then and he had just started getting used to life as a single father. Joel would never forget the first time that he laid his eyes on you. He had been in his driveway, taking a look under the hood of his old truck, a hunk of garbage Ford Ranger from the nineties that he’d finally gotten rid of a couple years back and replaced with a Chevrolet Silverado instead; it hadn’t been much of an upgrade, but at least it didn’t break down on him as often. Joel had noticed a moving van in the driveway of the house next door, but he hadn’t given it a second thought. He had been so engrossed in what he’d been doing, but at some point, he looked up from the engine and turned his head at the precise moment that you happened to walk by with a cardboard box in your arms. You’d caught his gaze and offered him what had to be the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his entire fucking life. Joel had just set his wrench down and was about to head over to offer you some help when a man emerged from the back of the moving van with another box. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek as he led the way into the house. 

Turns out, that man had been your husband.

To say Joel had been sorely disappointed by the fact that you were married had been an understatement to say the least.

It hadn’t taken all too long before Joel met his new neighbors, although he often saw more of you than he ever saw your husband—the man traveled across the country for business and he would be gone for several days, even several weeks at a time. You were a homemaker and to help make life a little less mundane, you’d started something of a daycare in your home, offering to help fellow neighbors who needed someone to watch their younger children during their nine to five work schedules.

When Joel found himself putting in a brutal number of hours in at his construction job, he had struggled to find someone who was willing to look after his then three year old for such extended periods of time. You’d happily volunteered to help him out and you would watch Sarah from sunrise to about sundown for him without a problem. When she started kindergarten two years later, you continued to help Joel out, going as far as taking her to school for him and then picking her up afterwards. You’d never had any children of your own, but you still had maternal instincts, and as Sarah grew up, whenever she would need a woman’s guidance, she would go straight to you without hesitation and you were always there for her no matter what, no questions asked. 

Joel couldn’t have been more grateful for you.

He’d seen and spoken to you just about every day for the last decade—he’d even go as far as saying that the two of you were good friends, though since day one, he found himself longing for a hell of a lot more than just your friendship. Joel had thought he would have to shove his true feelings for you down for the rest of his natural born life, that is, until several months ago when he’d noticed the moving truck parked in your driveway one late afternoon as he and Sarah came home from one of her soccer games. Nearly in tears, Sarah had immediately hopped out of the pickup before Joel could even cut the engine and ran over, demanding to know why you hadn’t told her that you were moving—that’s when you fessed up and explained to her that you weren’t going anywhere, but your husband was.

Through whispers in the neighborhood, Joel discovered that you had filed for divorce and although no one knew the exact reason why, many suspected it had been your husband’s constant traveling for work that had done it. Denise, the nosy blonde woman who lived across the street from him swore up and down that he must have had some kind of adulterous affair behind your back—Joel simply told her she needed to lay off her dramatic daytime soap operas. 

Regardless of the reason why, you were now officially single.

And Joel was taking you out to dinner.

Whether it was an actual date or not, that hadn’t exactly been established. 

He made it up the front porch and inhaled a deep breath, exhaling it slowly through his nose before he knocked on your front door. When you opened it just a few seconds later, all of the wind had been knocked out of his lungs by an invisible force.

You wore a sky blue sundress with a sweet, white floral pattern printed all over it. Thin straps tied together at your shoulders and the hem of the skirt fell right to the middle of your thighs revealing a lot more of your silky smooth legs than he had ever seen before. You’d kept your makeup fairly light, and your hair fell loosely and naturally around your shoulders. Joel noticed you wearing a silver necklace, a butterfly pendant hanging from the chain. He recognized it, because he’d bought it for you, although it was Sarah who had gotten all the credit. She had given it to you as a gift for your birthday that passed by a few months ago. 

“Hey!” You beamed at him. “You’re right on time.”

“Hey.” Joel swallowed dryly. “You look really beautiful.”

You smiled shyly. “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself,” You returned the compliment, admiring the way the sleeves of his shirt hugged his biceps. “I have to hand it to you, you definitely clean up well, Joel.”

“Next time that you see Sarah, you’d best thank her. She deserves the credit,” he stated, eliciting a small laugh from you. “Are you all ready to go?”

You nodded, grabbing your purse and keys from the small glass table beside the door. You stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind you; after making sure that you’d locked it properly, you followed Joel across your front lawn and over towards his driveway. He led you to the passenger’s side of his dark blue Silverado and opened the door for you, holding his hand out to help you climb up into the seat. The gesture prompted you to shoot him a strange look.

He frowned a little. “What’s the matter?” 

“No, nothing,” You quickly assured him. You placed your hand in his larger one, the contact causing a jolt of electricity to shoot up the length of your spine. 

Joel helped you up into the truck and closed the door before making his way around the front of the vehicle and climbing into the driver’s seat. He shoved the key into the ignition and the pickup roared to life. He watched as you put on your seatbelt and then reached out, giving it a tug to make sure you were buckled in well enough. “Just makin’ sure you’re safe is all,” he uttered softly as you tossed him another puzzled glance. He reached over his shoulder for his own seatbelt and buckled it in before finally pulling out of the driveway. 

Out of his peripheral vision, Joel could see you wringing your hands together in your lap in something of an anxious manner—were you nervous?

In an effort to comfort you and ease the nerves, Joel reached out and turned up the volume of the radio. He normally kept it on his favorite country station and was just about to ask what station you preferred when you let out a tiny, excited gasp and turned to him, a radiant smile breaking out onto your face. 

“Oh, I love this song!” You told him, bringing your hands together in an enthusiastic clap. You then started singing along to the familiar lyrics. “Heads Carolina, tails California, somewhere greener, somewhere warmer, up in the mountains, down by the ocean—”

Joel turned briefly, raising an eyebrow at you. “Nineties country fan, huh?”

“Duh,” You replied playfully. “Nineties were and will probably always be the golden age of country.”

He grinned, turning his attention back onto the road. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

Biting back another smile at his words, you turned to look out of the window, nodding your head and tapping your foot along to the beat of the song as you watched the streets of Austin pass by in a blur of lights and people. 

Joel had chosen to take you to Antonio’s, a locally owned Italian place that was somewhere between casual and upscale dining. “Wait,” he told you, noticing you reaching for the door handle as soon as he’d parked in front of the restaurant. He jumped out of the driver’s seat and walked around, opening the door for you. Just like when he’d helped you into the truck back at his house, he offered you a hand to help you out of it. He kept his dark brown eyes on your feet, making sure you that didn’t fall or lose one of the brown sandals you were wearing. “Careful.”

“Thank you,” You said kindly to him as he closed the door behind you. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt him place his hand on the small of your back as he ushered you inside of the restaurant where a hostess led you to a small, round table out in the back patio. You thanked her and reached for your chair, but Joel instantly stopped you.

“Let me,” he insisted, pulling it out for you. He helped you into the chair and noticed you give him another strange look, similar to the ones you’d given him when he’d helped you into the truck and when he’d checked your seatbelt. “Why do you keep lookin’ at me like that? Do I have somethin’ on my face or what?” He asked jokingly as he took his seat across from you. 

You hesitated, but then confessed, “I’ve never had someone pull my chair out for me. I’ve never had someone open the car door for me or make sure I’m wearing my seatbelt.” You offered him a small, sheepish smile. “You don’t know how nice that is, Joel.”

Joel stared at you in complete disbelief.

Before he could say anything, a younger waitress appeared at the table to take yours and his orders for beverages. “I’ll just have a cabernet, please,” You ordered, politely. Not wanting to be the asshole who ordered a beer at an Italian place, Joel asked her for a glass of red wine too. She returned moments later with the drinks and then offered to take your orders for food. Both you and Joel decided on a chicken penne pasta dish that looked absolutely delicious. As soon as the waitress took your menus and disappeared back inside, you looked up at Joel and noticed his eyes were fixed intently on you. You felt a slight heat flood your face. “What is it?”

“Nothin’,” he answered, shrugging his shoulders innocently. “You just look really beautiful, that’s all.”

“You said that already,” You reminded him, letting out a breathless little laugh.

“I know.” Joel picked up his glass of wine. He took a quick sip before adding, “But someone as pretty as you deserves to hear it over and over again.”

The night went by fast, much too fast.

One minute, you were both enjoying your dinner and digging into delicious pasta, and the next, the table had been cleared completely, and so had all the other tables surrounding you—you two were the very last patrons in the restaurant. You and Joel had been so lost in conversation that neither of you had realized it was almost eleven and the restaurant was about to close in five minutes. 

“We’ve been sitting here talking for three hours,” You gasped lightly.

Joel chuckled. “Time flies when you’re in great company.”

You looked the bill on the table, which the waitress had dropped off over an hour ago, and reached for it, but Joel was quick to snatch it away from you. 

You pinned him with a stern look. “Come on, Joel! You fixed my kitchen sink for free, paying for dinner is the least I could do—”

“A lady never pays on a date.”

Your lips parted slightly in pleasant surprise. “Oh. So this is a date?”

Joel laughed as dug his brown leather wallet out from the pocket of his jeans. “I mean, it doesn’t have to be a date if you don’t want it to be. But I still ain’t lettin’ you pay.”

“I do.” You told him softly after a minute. “I do want it to be a date,”

Joel’s eyes met yours across the table and he smiled, looking relieved. “Good. ‘Cause I would’ve been kinda crushed if you’d said otherwise.”

He dropped a couple of twenty dollar bills on the table and stood up. He noticed you about to do the same when he shot you a warning glare.

“Oh. Right.” You giggled and waited until he stood up and held his hand out to you, helping you out of your chair.

As the two made your way out of the restaurant and out to his truck, Joel didn’t let your hand go.

“Thank you again for inviting me out to dinner tonight,” You said sweetly as Joel walked you up the porch steps to your front door. You rummaged through your purse and pulled out your house keys, pausing for a brief moment as you peered shyly up at him through your eyelashes. “Would you like to come in for a drink?”

Joel’s heart skipped an anxious, but eager beat. “I think I’d really like that.”

You turned back to your door and your hand trembled slightly as you jammed the key into the keyhole to unlock it and judging by the way Joel let out a soft chuckle beside you, you were certain that he’d noticed it. You pushed the door open, closing it behind you once the two of you had slipped inside. Setting your purse and keys down, you gestured for him to follow you into your living room where you nodded for him to have a seat on the dark blue velvet couch before you walked towards the kitchen. “What’s your poison?” You called out to him over your shoulder as you began rummaging around in your cabinets for two glasses. 

“I’m partial to scotch,” he called back. He then added, “If you’ve got it, of course”

“How do you take it?”

“Neat’s just fine.”

You giggled as you prepared a glass of scotch for him and a glass of red wine for yourself. “Oh you’re just so classy, aren’t you Miller?” Before anything, you did a quick mirror check in the stainless steel toaster on the kitchen counter, making sure that not a single hair was out of place. You then took a deep breath, picked up the glasses, and walked back out into the living room. Handing Joel his glass, you took a seat beside him on the couch; you sat close to him, so close that his arm was pressed against yours. Somehow that wasn’t even remotely close enough. You wanted to be closer and hoped he felt the same. 

“By the way, thank you again for fixing the sink for me,” You told him after taking a sip of your wine. “You probably saved me a couple hundred bucks.”

“Oh, it’s nothin’ really,” Joel reassured you. He nudged your arm. “If you ever need me to take a look at anythin’ around the house, please don’t hesitate to call me. I don’t want you reachin’ out to plumblers and electricians, those crooks will see a sweet little lady like yourself and see nothin’ but fuckin’ dollar signs. I don’t want anyone takin’ advantage of you, so when you’ve got a problem, you call me first alright?”

You gazed down into the burgundy depths of your glass, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I really appreciate that, Joel.” You brought yourself to look up at him, admitting, “Now that I’m living alone, it worries me. Having to take care of this house all by myself.” 

Joel gripped his glass tightly, a hesitant expression on his face. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Of course.”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. And if it offends you in any way, you’re more than welcome to just give me a good kick in the—”

“Joel!” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at him. “Just ask me the damn question already.”

“What happened between you two?”

The smile on your face faded away, but you didn’t seem upset at him. “Well, what all have you heard?”

Taking a sip of his scotch, Joel shrugged. “Couple of rumors here and there, but I ain’t the type to believe in gossip. Would rather hear the truth from the source.”

“What did Mrs. Adler have to say about it?”

He snorted into his glass. “That you two probably could have saved your marriage had you just gone to church.”

You couldn’t help but laugh—Mrs. Adler was nice enough, but that woman could really be something else. She was always telling people they had to get right with Jesus. 

“So?” Joel prompted you. “What did he do?”

You sighed and turned your body slightly, angling it towards his. “He did quite a bit. Put me through hell, to be honest with you. But you know, I’m not the type to air someone’s dirty laundry. So, I’m not going to tell you what he did.” You paused, your fingers lightly tapping the sides of your glass. “But I’ll tell you what he didn’t do.”

Joel nodded silently, but in understanding.

“He didn’t treat me right. He didn’t treat me the way I deserved. He never wanted to spend time with me. He never wanted to be home with me, which is all I ever wanted from him. He’d travel so much for work, and when he would finally come back after being away, I would be so excited to just be with him.” You scoffed bitterly at the thought of it. “The minute he landed, he would drop his luggage off and head straight to some bar with his buddies. All I’d want is for him to just stay in with me for a night, watch a movie with me, talk with me because I missed him so much while he was gone. But he never chose me. He would never put me first, no matter how many times I asked.” You shrugged and leaned over, setting your glass of wine down on the wooden coffee table before leaning back into the couch. “It probably sounds really stupid but—”

Joel placed a hand on your bare knee, causing your flesh to erupt in goosebumps. “It doesn’t sound stupid at all.”

Finding a bit of courage, you placed your hand on top of his and continued on, “He never made me feel like I was someone worth fighting for, you know? Like my love was something worth fighting for. He made me feel like nothing, Joel. It got to the point where sometimes I believed it—I felt like I was nothing.”

Joel gave your knee a gentle squeeze. “I sure as hell hope you don’t feel that way now,” he said, his lips tugging down into a frown. “Because you’re fuckin’ everythin’.”

Your eyes flickered up to meet his and you had to silently remind yourself to breathe.

Leaning over, Joel set his glass down on the coffee table right beside yours. He turned to you and lifted his hand, touching the side of your face, his thumb delicately sweeping over the silky skin of your cheek. “A woman like you deserves the world and nothin’ less. You know that, don’t you?”

“Joel?” You whispered out his name, your heart racing in your chest at a rate that you were certain had to be much too fast for the human body to withstand. 

“Yeah?”

“Can you please kiss me?”

Joel’s hand cradled your face gingerly as he obliged, leaning in so his lips could meet yours in the kiss that he’s been aching to give you for the last yen years. He was gentle and he was sweet with it, but after a minute, he found himself lightly nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth, silently asking permission for more. He felt your lips part slightly against his and he eagerly deepened the embrace, his hand moving to the back of your head while his other found your bare knee again.

Another wave of courage washed over you and you placed your two hands on his chest, pushing him back against the soft, velvet fabric of your couch. You swung a leg over both of his and straddled his lap, your hands now clutching fistfuls of his shirt. 

Joel’s own hands went to your hips and he groaned into your kiss.

You pulled away from him, the tip of your nose lightly touching his as the two of you struggled to catch a breath.

“Let me be the one to treat you the way you deserve,” he murmured after a minute, lifting one of his hands to brush your hair back behind your shoulder; his fingertips lightly brushed against the strap of your dress, and it took every ounce of strength he had in him not to pull it down your arm. “Just give me the chance and I’ll hang the moon for you, darlin’—hell, for you I’ll hang the entire fuckin’ galaxy.”

Your heart swelling at his words, you grinned just before pressing your mouth to his once again. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Joel chuckled with a smile against your lips.

You clung to him with fervor, kissing him with a passion that had the both of you seeing stars. Your hands were everywhere, touching, feeling anything part of him you could, eliciting another groan from him as you started grinding down into his lap. Your fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel more. 

“Whoa, whoa.” Joel caught both your hands in his and let out a breathless laugh. “Hey. Slow down, sweetheart.”

You looked at him with wide eyes. “Oh I’m sorry, I-I thought you wanted—"

“Oh I do want it, trust me. Pretty sure you can feel how much I want it.” Joel chuckled again, knowing damn good and well that you could feel how hard he’d become for you as you sat in his lap. His hands toyed with the hem of your sundress. “Seein’ you in this dress all night, trust me I want nothin’ more than to have you right here, right now. But I like you way too fuckin’ much to risk messin’ this up by movin’ too fast.”

You pouted at him. 

“Oh c’mon darlin’ put that lip away.” Joel lifted his hand, taking your chin between his thumb and index finger. “All I’m sayin’ is that we ain’t gotta rush this. Trust me, you’ve got me hooked already and I don’t plan on goin’ anywhere, alright?”

You almost groaned out in frustration.

He just had to be a fucking gentleman when it came to sex, too.

You sighed in defeat, resting your hands lightly on his chest. “Fine,” You relented with a tiny eye roll, causing him to grin in amusement. You playfully poked his sternum. “But if you don’t fuck me senseless by the third date, we’re going have a problem, Miller.”

Joel groaned, feeling himself grow even harder at the way such a filthy statement had come out of a woman with the face of an angel. “Keep talkin’ like that and you’re goin’ to make it impossible for me to wait that long.”

“Maybe that’s the goal,” You winked at him.

“Just stop talkin’ and c’mere.” He pulled you forward, fusing your mouth to his once again.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #joel miller x oc #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pre outbreak!joel #joel miller x original character #joel miller fluff #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller imagine #joel miller tlou #joel miller hbo

[peachesofteal]

Ghoap x reader zombie apocalypse AU? 👀 just gonna leave that here...

Ooh anon you got me with this. Thought about it all night. A full fic of this dynamic in an apocalypse setting would be so good. Sadly, I don't have it in me to write an entire fic for this but I scratched it out as a dead disco au down below on my phone (I took bits and pieces of zombie media and smashed them together as I like):

18+ MDNI / angst, death

It was an accident.

All you had wanted to do was try to find some mushrooms. You knew this part of the woods usually had a fair amount to forage, and you were pretty good at distinguishing the good ones from the not so good ones. You hadn't meant to get distracted.

You knelt down to the forest floor, picking at a piece of bark on a downed log when you heard the rustling, the suspect sound of something moving through the brush near you.

You expected one of the slow ones. The ones that usually found themselves this far from the city, wandering aimlessly, looking for the next meal. Decaying and rotting flesh hanging from their limbs, a sign they had been long infected, the decomposition marking them as something easily escapable.

You did not expect a runner.

You screamed- a huge no no, as Simon had been drilling into your head- when you saw it, far too late, tripping over yourself to try to get away, your hunting knife pressed into the palm of your hand.

You stood little chance against a runner. They were fresh, muscles still intact, lactic acid burning through their bodies, movements fast and sharp, able to take down an entire human in one fell swoop. They even looked like you, still holding their pallor, their posture, their fine motor skills.

Only their minds were gone. Addled by the infection, brains turned to hot mush inside their skulls.

They had one objective.

Eat.

You managed to clear the log, sprinting as fast as you possibly could, trying to take long, deep breaths through your nose just as Johnny taught you.

"More oxygen that way, love. It'll help your endurance, keep you runnin' longer."

They were always doing that now, equipping you for survival. Trying to train you like a solider, teaching you the finer points they thought you should know.

"We're gonna make it, together." Simon had said, the morning they showed up in the middle being away for work, clad in full tactical gear, guns in hand. "As a family."

"Ye have to listen to everything we say, alright darling? Everything's goin' to be okay." Johnny promised at the same time as you tried to pack some essentials into your backpack with trembling fingers.

They were obsessed with trying to instill as much of their knowledge into as possible, trying to prepare you, help you, listing off rules they thought were key, ensuring you knew to follow them.

One being: don't get distracted.

You curse yourself, feet flying underneath your body and heart thrumming in your chest with panic. You're too slow, and you can hear it behind you, sprinting just as fast as you are, preparing to launch and take down it's next meal.

You don't see the snare of brambles until you're in them, nearly slamming to a stop, thorns scratching against your skin as you fight against the thicket. It's too dense, slowing your ability to get away... and the runner is still hot on your heels, working its way through the mess, snapping its jaw like a shark.

Simon comes out of nowhere. One second you're hacking away at the branches and the next, there's a massive, solid warmth at your back, standing between you and the snarling monster. He's facing away from you, brandishing a knife, engaged in a full fight with the runner, taking it to the ground in an attempt to get the blade into its temple. You watch mouth wide, frozen, holding your breath until the job is done, and Simon is hauling himself upwards, pulling you into his arms before stepping back to look you over.

You burst into tears. You've always told them, you're not for this kind of world. You're too gentle, too sensitive. You're a painter, for fucks sake. Not a killer. You're too soft to survive.

They say it doesn't matter. That you can be as soft as you want, because you have them, and they'll be the killers. They'll be the hard ones.

"Did it get you? Let me see, c'mon-" He checks your arms, your neck, the tear on your shirt but finds nothing. "Alright, you're alright." He's telling you, and himself, relief exhaling from his body with each syllable. "You're alright, darling. I've got ya. Come here." He holds you tight, rubbing your back, kissing your cheek, your forehead until you're calm, breathing deeply and wiping your face.

You believe the worst has passed, until you blink up at him, and see the blood on his neck.

The bite.

"We need to make a plan."

"We're nae makin' a bloody plan." Johnny hisses, and Simon closes his eyes like he's tired. "We keep goin'. We'll make it to the rendezvous with Price and they'll have a solution. We dinnae even know how fast it spreads."

Simon lets loose a sigh, heavy with exhaustion. With the toll that this life has become. With the weight, of everything. He tucks you into his body, wrapping his other arm around Johnny, and holds the two of you close. Tightly. Tighter than he ever has before.

"Alright."

The next morning, everything is different.

You woke up last, fire still barely smoldering, little energy bar on the ground next to you. The guys sleeping bags were already rolled up, stacked neatly with Simon's pack, and the long gun that Johnny carries.

But they were nowhere to be found.

Confused, you slid free, stretching with a silent groan, scanning your surroundings until you spot them on the edge of the woods, locked together on their feet, Johnny's face mashed against Simon's neck, strong arms holding him close.

"What's going on?" The question comes out confused when you get close, and Johnny pulls away with wet eyes, hands shaking. What's happening? Why are they both crying? Fear screams through your body, red alert systems firing up as your brain struggles to put all the pieces together.

"Simon-" Johnny begins, but stops abruptly, eyes slamming shut, lips pressed together in agony.

"'m not feelin' too well." Simon explains gently. "You and Johnny are gon’ start on ahead, and 'm gonna stay here for a while." Something, something logical, something smart, is shouting at you from the back of your mind but you shove it away, opting for delusion instead.

"Okay, you're going to catch up though, right? You said. We'll find-" You frowned, looking from him to Johnny as a sick feeling grew in your stomach. "Johnny?"

“Look at me.” Simon combs through your hair with trembling fingers, unsteady for the first time in your entire existence. “I love you, darling. I love you so, so much.”

“S-stop, we're supposed to stay together, you- you said-“

“You have to go with Johnny now, okay? He’s gonna take care of you.” He jerks you forward, closed mouth pressing against your forehead. "I love you."

“No, Si.” You sob, fingers curled in his vest. “You have to come with us. You have to, we’ll fi-find a cure, they’ll be help, somewhere.”

“Johnny.” He chokes, and a strong arm wraps around your waist, Johnny’s heavy, tearful breathing echoing just above your ear. Someone works your fingers free, pulling your hand away but not letting go, holding onto you like a lifeline.

You look up between him, to his face, to Simon’s and realize. They’ve already said goodbye.

Simon strokes the back of his fingers down Johnny’s cheek, tears dripping down his own.

“I love you both, more than anything. More than life.” He squeezes your hand, rubbing a thumb over the back of your knuckles, and then steps away, pulling the handgun from the holster on his thigh. "Take care of each other."

"NO!" you scream, but Johnny is dragging you backwards like a rag doll, away from where Simon stands in clearing, gaze never breaking from the two of you, face wet with tears. "Johnny!"

"Darling-" he chokes out amidst a sob. "Shhh, please. Please." He begs you to be quiet, to hush, but you can't, you can't stop screaming, or fighting him, trying to get back to Simon, to reunite your family, to stay together. You scream and scream until Johnny’s hand claps over your mouth, his own words clogged by his cries, pleading and begging until he's cutting off your oxygen with a desperate apology and lifting you over his shoulder like dead weight.

The last thing you hear before you lose consciousness is the sound of a gunshot.

#peaches asks #peaches writes #ghost x soap x reader #I could be convinced #dead disco zombie au

[yawnderu]

Parenthood — Miguel O'Hara x Reader

I love putting this man in situations.

Content: You kidnap a wombat and force Miguel to play house with you.

fluff, idiots in love, mutual pining.

"You brought a living wombat into my office." Miguel notes bluntly, staring at you dead in the eyes with an unreadable expression as his slow-moving platform lowers.

"I wanted you to see it." You retort, shooting him a playful smile as you put the heavy creature on the floor, trying not to cringe at the pain on your back from carrying it. You crouch down next to it, petting it like it was a domestic pet, and it lets you.

"You could have sent a picture." Miguel sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he mutters in Spanish, not knowing what to make of the situation. Why was it always up to him to handle all this nonsense? He deals with timelines and the multiverse, what the hell does he know about wombats?

"Why on earth did you think you should bring this to my office?" He asks, jumping down from the platform and staring down at you and the not-so-tiny creature, hands on his hips.

"He was so miserable at the zoo! Now he's smiling and laughing— well, not really, but you get what I mean. He looks happier." You retort, looking up at Miguel to give him a sheepish grin.

"You're telling me you kidnapped a wombat just for this?" He looks between you and the wombat, who is now chasing you around. He's... both impressed and amused now. Impressed because you actually managed to do something like that, and amused because you would do something like that.

"What's his name?" He internally punches himself for falling for the bait. He knows he should have sent you away, maybe even have you arrested for stealing a zoo animal, but... you kidnapped the animal to show it to him, and it's playing with you, looking happy. It's... kind of endearing.

"I was thinking about naming him Miguel O'Hara." You answer teasingly as you lay down on the floor of his office, allowing the wombat to climb on top of you as your hands cover your face, feeling its tiny and gentle scratches on them.

"No— that's my name." Miguel says. This is adorable in the most unhinged sort of way, and he can't help but ignore the way the corners of his mouth tilt up slightly.

"Fine, then he'll be... Miggy." You poke your tongue out at him, sitting up as the wombat stays on your lap, being surprisingly calm. You made him tired by running around and letting it chase you.

"You call me that." He answered with a raised eyebrow, glancing between the wombat and you. He can feel his brain leaking out of his ears.

"Are you too selfish to share a nickname with a wombat?" You grin up at him, enjoying teasing him, just like every single time you're together. His reactions are the best, and he's so funny without even realizing, like a grumpy cat.

Miguel simply rolls his eyes, walking over and crouching down in front of you. He stares at you dead in the eye before disengaging his suit on his hand, reaching down to gently pet the wombat. His hands easily dwarfing the head of the animal, yet he's surprisingly gentle.

"Tell you what— this is my child, I'm its mother, and you'll be the father." Yes, you're trying to play house with the damn animal and Miguel. No, Miguel will not stop you, despite the way he rolls his eyes.

"I didn't sign up for this." He replies, yet he keeps petting the animal, scratching behind its ear. This girl could probably kidnap an entire herd of these if she so pleased... and he'd probably join in on it.

"You're insane." He tells her casually, though his words lack the usual bite they carry. "Actually insane." He loves her.

"You still have a huge crush on me, though." You retort teasingly, ignoring the way he's blankly staring at you, burning a hole through your head. He's probably making your head explode in his imagination.

"I don't." Miguel is a horrible liar and he knows it, yet that doesn't mean he won't defend himself against your horrible— but true accusations.

"You totally do." Your smug tone only makes things worse, forcing Miguel to try his best not to roll his eyes so far he could see his own brain. He simply sighs, ignoring you as he starts petting the wombat's tummy.

"Don't speak when I'm petting the baby. Cállate." It seems Miguel is getting a chance at parenthood with you, even when the "baby" is a 30kg marsupial. The thought of it makes the corners of his mouth slightly tilt up, looking down at the animal to hide it, yet you can still see it. The image of it puts a smile on your own face, yet this time, you keep quiet about it.

#miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #miguel spiderman #across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel 2099 #miguel x reader #atsv #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara fluff #fluff #miguel spider man 2099 #miguel atsv #spiderman atsv #spiderman 2099

[dumplingsjinson]

List of angsty dialogue options which pertains to stupid feelings prompts

“You need to get the fuck out of my head and into my arms right now because I can’t keep thinking about you like this while not being able to hold you; it’s driving me up the walls. You’re driving me up the walls, and the worst part is, you’re not doing shit that should make you drive me up the walls in the first place. You exist, and suddenly I can’t act right or think straight. It’s fucked.” 

“I wish I could hate you, but my wishes never come true.” 

“I’m so deftly terrified of falling in love. Because what if I end up with a broken heart? That thought itself is just so scary to me. I want to, but I can’t get over that fear.” “Then how about you let me be that first step you take into falling in love? I can help you get over that fear, if you’d let me.” 

“I never thought myself capable of feeling things like this, but then you come along, throw a middle finger right in my face, flip my world upside down, and have proven me so very wrong on that.” 

“I don’t like feeling whatever the hell this is.” 

“I could be doing the most interesting shit, and somehow the thought of you will pop up in my mind, uncalled for, and then I end up thinking about you for the rest of the day.”

“I can’t tell if I’m lonely, or if I’m in love. Shit’s a little confusing.”

“Denial can only act as a temporary shield for your feelings. You know that, [name].” “Yeah, but that’s not going to stop me from denying. It’s the only thing I can cling onto for my own sanity, so please don’t take that away from me too.” 

“I see your name pop up on my screen and suddenly I have this huge, stupid smile on my face, and that’s the moment I know I’m more than just screwed.”

“Falling in love feels like a unique type of vulnerable, and I don’t— I don’t want to feel that way.” 

“I’m hung over on something that might never come to fruition.” 

“I’m tired of dancing around with you like this. What exactly are we?” 

“Thinking about you makes me feel so, so, so pathetic, because I can’t have you. I hate it. I hate feeling like this. Why are you making me feel like this?” 

“It’s funny, because I’m missing something that was never meant to be in the first place.”

“Wondering if I like you or if I’m just bored is a pretty shitty dilemma to have.” “You know, maybe I can help you sort that dilemma out.” 

“I think I miss what we could have been rather than what we were.”

“I can be with someone so much better than you, but all I can think about is you, even when I’m with that better someone.”

“People say they fall in love like they fall asleep — slowly, then all at once. But the way I fell for you can only be described as that feeling when you’re drifting off to sleep, only to feel like you’re falling, oh-so-suddenly. So suddenly that it ends up startling you awake; heart racing in your chest because it feels like you fell off the precipice of a cliff. It’s quick and sudden, and there’s no slowness to it. It’s a crash and burn type of love that I feel.”

“I still fell even though I knew it wasn’t going to end well. I knew, yet I still ran head-first into it. What is wrong with me?” 

“I didn’t see you through rose-tinted glasses. I saw the flaws, the red flags, the blemishes you couldn’t hide from me, yet I still ignored them because I thought maybe I could somehow make you a better person despite everything. That’s on me.” 

“You’re always on my mind, yet I feel like I’m not on yours — not even for a second.”

“I didn’t sign up to feeling like this.”

“Can you please give me space so I can get over you?” “…But I don’t want you getting over me.” “You don’t want me getting over you but you’ll never feel the same way I feel towards you! That’s so fucking cruel, knowing you have this hold over me, and despite it all, wanting to keep that hold over me.” 

“I have feelings for you that won’t fuck off, and it’s pissing me the hell off.” 

“I don’t mean to you as much as you mean to me, and it’s fine. I’ve accepted that as my reality.” “Based on what evidence do you think you don’t mean as much to me as I mean to you?” 

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t let go of something which has proven to be hopeless time and time again.” “…Am I not good enough of a reason to not let go?” 

“I’ve given you so many pieces of me, [name]. And I’m spent. You’ve taken everything I could give — even the most important part of me. I’ve given it all to you. I’m fucking empty, because of you. So please, if this is the last thing I ask of you — don’t ask me for more, because I simply have nothing left to give.” 

“You’re everything I could ask for, but simultaneously, everything I couldn’t have.” 

“I could love you for a lifetime, and it wouldn’t mean anything to you.”

“So I have these… Feelings for you. And they have me all fucked up. They keep me up at night, with the what ifs and maybes; with an excitement I don’t think I’ve ever felt before running through my veins, like a fucking drug. They have me acting like someone I’m so unfamiliar with, to the point where it scares me. All I can think about is you, you, you, because you occupy every single space of my mind. It’s like I’m soaring, but then I think about the inevitable: what if all of this comes crashing down one day? That’s gonna fucking suck, so much. Which is why I didn’t want to feel these things, but you made it so hard not to. And now I can’t stop.” 

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[fairysluna]

INVISIBLE STRING | Chapter 1: Lavender Haze.

A disastrous break up led you to them; three guys living in a huge apartment and in need of a new roommate who helped with the way too expensive rent.

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

Pairing: Modern!Aegon x Fem!Reader.

Summary: After an exhausting search, you finally seemed to find the perfect apartment, though you didn't expect to find three handsome guys living in it.

TW/Tags: mentions of cheating, cursing, mentions of sex(?, and that's it... i think.

Author's Note: here it is, the new girl au. it's prob going to be a long series bc i want to make justice to the slow burn of the tv show, so... i think this will have at least 15-20 chapters, lmao. they'll be short, tho, so it won't be too much. thank you for reading and hope you enjoy it!!💕

Word Count: 2.5k

NEXT PART

The intensity of his lavender haze met yours in an eye contact that lasted just a few seconds, but it was enough to make you stutter your first words. The guy in front of you cleared his throat, licked his lips and ran his hands through his silver locks before a charming smile appeared on his handsome face. A deep breath escaped you, before you smiled back at him in a less flirtatious and rather polite manner. 

He leaned over the frame of the door, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looked up and down at you, the file between your hands soon became victim of your sudden nervousness as your fingertips started to play with the corners of it. You felt the urge to turn around and escape, thinking that you might find another apartment that will be almost as perfect as this… but something within you made you stay.

“Hi,” you spoke first, softly and kindly, “is Jace here?”

“Who’s asking?” He asked back, arching his blond eyebrows and looking at the file in your hands.

“I’m y/n… I saw the ad online that said you were looking for a roommate,” you took a pause, waiting to see some reaction of realization on him, but you received no answer. “Jace told me to come today.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember hearing something about that this morning,” he nodded slowly, clicking his tongue before he stepped aside. Inevitably, you pecked through the space to the ample space behind him, and you couldn’t help but to love it. “Come in,” he said, “Jace and Aemond went to buy some food but you can come and wait inside.”

You blinked a few times, “Aemond?” 

“Yeah, he’s my brother, he lives here too,” he explained as you slowly stepped into the apartment and sighed. The intense smell of incense reached your nose while you looked around.

“Wait,” you turned to see him, “so there’s three guys living here?” 

“There were four of us, but our baby bro went to study abroad, and we need someone to help with the bills and all that shit…”

“Oh,” you simply said.

“Is that a problem for you?” 

He stood in front of you as you pressed your lips in a thin line. Then, you took the time to consider the options you had; live with three young guys you have never seen before, or return to your best friend’s house, who lived with her very-sexually-active boyfriend. It was one thing or the other, and the right answer was in front of you.

You shook your head, sighing as you purse your lips. “Nope,” you told him, “not a problem at all.”

“Great,” he said, “now, would you like a tour around the apartment while we wait?” 

“Sure!” You answered excitedly, a wide smile appearing in your face.

“I’m Aegon, by the way.”

“I’m y/n.” You replied with the same tone as before.

Aegon chuckled, “yeah, I know, you already told me. Now, come on, I’ll show you around.”

He tilted his head to sign the direction in which you had to walk. It was a small hallway that had five doors; three of them were rooms, one of them was the bathroom, and the last one was a tiny room that had the washing machine and the dryer. Once you reached the empty room, you looked around with dreamy eyes as you thought it was just perfect for you; the closet was huge, it had a lot of light for your plants and the space was more than enough for a king size bed. You started to dream awake, and, without even knowing the rest of the guys who lived there, you began to think about ways to decorate the space that could become your new room.

You looked at the door, where Aegon was standing, and you could not hide the enormous smile that appeared in your visage. He, on the other hand, remained serious, quiet, almost as if he was unsure of having you there. 

“This is amazing,” you said, “it’s so big!”

Aegon pressed his lips trying to suppress a smirk, for his dirty mind thought about the double meaning of your words.

“It is big,” he nodded. You didn’t hear the mockery in his voice.

“Are there other candidates?” You stepped a bit closer to him, “or am I the only one?”

“Uh… yesterday a guy came, but neither of us liked him.” 

“Why?”

“He was not what we were looking for,” he shrugged.

The main door was opened, and Aegon quickly turned to walk outside the room and into the hallway. Soon, two male voices were heard along with the sound of bags and keys falling onto a table. You peeked outside the room, leaning enough to see across the hall, finding two guys in the living room; one had long, soft-looking, silver hair, while the other had short and dark brown hair. You immediately recognized the brunette as Jace, the guy with whom you talked about the apartment. 

Aegon cleared his throat and soon the two pairs of eyes were looking at you. Aemond frowned, rolling his eyes with annoyance as he sighed.

“I told you not to bring them home today, Aegon,” he said sternly, “Lucerys will arrive soon and we don’t want him to see your profanity.”

It was inevitable for you not to frown, confused –and a bit offended– by his words, even though you were not entirely sure of what they truly meant. What you were certain of is that, by the look on his face, he did not want to see you there, which actually made you feel a bit bad. Aegon remained silent.

Jacaerys squinted his eyes as if he was trying to search for something in you –some clue about your identity, perhaps–, and a few seconds later his mouth was shaped in a circle as he saw who you were. His eyes widened and he pushed Aemond slightly, making a not-so-subtle gesture that you were quite able to perceive. He immediately realized what was going on and his eye looked at you with an apologetic stare.

“She’s not mine,” Aegon said, “I found her outside our door.”

“Don’t talk about her like a cat,” Jacaerys said, walking towards you. “Hi, I’m Jace, it’s good to finally meet you.”

“Same thing,” you replied politely, stepping out of the room. He stretched his arm to reach your hand and shake it.

“Come, let’s go to the living room so we can talk more comfortably.” 

You followed his steps, walking back into the living area. The smell of the recently bought Chinese food reached your nose and made your stomach growl. You tried to play it down as you sat in a comfortable chair right in front of the couch where the three men sat. Your hands were resting on your knees as you sighed, looking back and forth at his faces who were concentratedly staring at you. Jacaerys tilted his head, as if he was expecting you to say something first but you just remained silent. 

Aegon laid back, his arm hanging in the back of the couch as he clicked his tongue, seeming kind of bored, and before you could say something, Jace spoke,

“So, why are you looking for a new apartment?” He asked you, “are you new in town?”

Oh Gods, you thought. Now it was the time to tell them the humiliating story that brought you to this place, that made you look for a new home in order to move on. You opened your mouth, trying to force the words out of your mouth but they insisted on being trapped in your throat. You chuckled, a breathy laugh that showed your shame before you were able to speak.

“Weell…” you said, lengthening the syllable as you stared a t your hands, avoiding any kind of eye contact, “uhm… it’s- it’s actually a fun story,” you nodded, “I went to a trip abroad with my best friend, and when I returned… Uh… I found out that my- my boyfriend was kinda cheating on me.” 

A silence. The three guys stared at each other, and then Aegon was the first to talk.

“What do you mean with ‘kinda’?” He asked, “did he only put his tip on or-?”

“Aegon,” Aemond scolded him, “that’s not a fucking nice thing to say, the girl had just being cheated on. Have some respect.”

“She said ‘kinda’,” he shrugged, “I want to know what that means!”

“He fully cheated on me,” you explained.

Aegon nodded, “so that means he put his whole dick on-”

“Jar!” Jace shouted, “five coins, now.”

He rolled his eyes as he started to search for the golden coins in his pockets. Once he found them, he grabbed a jar in one of the small tables beside the couch. You squinted trying to read what the white tape around it said, and after a lot of effort —because the calligraphy was far from being neat— you managed to identify the words 'Douchebag Jar' written on the tape. You pressed your lips, holding back a chuckle; the jar was already half way filled.

“I’m sorry for that,” the brunette said, “and I’m sorry for what happened with your boyfriend.” 

“It’s okay.” You said softly. 

“So, are you currently working?” Aemond stepped into the conversation. 

“I am,” you said proudly, “it’s my first year as a teacher, so, yes, I am working.”

"That's good," Jacaerys smiled, genuinely, "do you have any pets?" 

“Used to have a cat,” you said, “but just like my boyfriend he found another owner and left me with nothing but memories.” 

“That’s depressing,” Aemond said. Jace gave him a bad look.

“Uh, are you guys siblings?” you asked, curiously, “it’s just that I’ve never seen people with white hair and now there’s two of you…”

"Just us," said Aemond, pointing to Aegon. "Jace is our nephew, but we accepted him because he helps us with the rent."

“I can help you with that too!” you joked, but none of them laughed. 

“Listen, we have to discuss our final decision, alright?” Jace said, “give us a couple of minutes. Guys, let’s go.”

Jacaerys excused himself, smiling as politely as he had been. You took a deep breath as they stood up and left the living room, walking towards a room at the end of the hall, which, thanks to the tour Aegon gave you around the place, you knew was the bathroom. 

Jace locked the door behind him, and immediately turned to look at his uncles, shaking his head. 

"Nope," Aemond muttered, "absolutely not."

"Why?" Jace asked, rolling his eyes, "she has a good income, in two years she will be earning more money than all of us."

"She's a girl!" Aemond said.

"So?" The brunette arched his eyebrow. 

"Aegon has the hormones of a fourteen year old," he screamed in a whisper, "if you get a girl in here, we'll have to find a bigger Douchebag Jar."

"I think Aegon is old enough to control his primal urges," Jacaerys defended him. 

"Is he, Jace? Is he?" 

"She's a good candidate," He defended you, "we might not have another candidate as good as her."

"The next candidate can be a man!" Aemond said. "Did you see the way he was staring at her? He was eating her with his eyes!" 

"He won't do anything, he'll know how to control himself," Jace told him, "he can behave."

"Why are you talking about me as if I'm not here?" Aegon interrupted the conversation, crossed arms in his chest as he leaned against the wall, "Look, I'm not going to fuck her if that's what worries you. We need the money, so…"

"So keep it in your pants," Jace finished his sentence, speaking sternly. It almost sounded like a threat. 

"I'll keep it in my pants," Aegon shrugged, "it ain't that hard."

"Promise it.”

Aegon frowned, "what?" 

"Promise that you won't try to- to…" Jacaerys struggled to say the last word without blushing. 

"Fuck her," Aemond finished. 

"What if she is the one that comes to me, huh? What then?" 

Jace scoffed, "please, Aegon, she seems like a smart girl. She won't do such a foolish thing."

Aegon looked at his nephew with a bitter stare, seeming a bit offended. However, he remained quiet, for he knew there was some truth in his mocking words. 

"Alright," he sighed, spitting in his hand and stretching his arm, "I promise I will never fuck the new girl. Let my cock fall off if it happens."

"Good," Jacaerys said, repeating the actions of the eldest and grabbing his wet hand, shaking it slowly. 

"Gross," Aemond muttered, disgusted. 

"So," Jace said, "shall we give her the news?" 

The three men stared at each other, and then, they nodded. Aegon was the first one to walk towards the door, grabbing the handle and opening it so fast that you barely had time to run away. He widened his eyes as you blushed, embarrassed for the position in which they had found you. 

You slowly took a step back, scratching the nape of your neck as you stared at your shoes, once again avoiding the stare of those three handsome guys. However, after hearing their final answer, you were trying so hard to suppress the giant smile that was threatening to appear on your face. 

"Were you… spying on us?" Jace asked. 

A sigh left your lips at the same time you dared to look up at them, all with furrowed brows; Aegon was the only one with a slight smile on his face, which gave you the confidence to explain yourself.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," you said, speaking quickly, "these situations make me feel so anxious, I just needed to know you didn't hate me."

“We didn’t,” Aegon replied, “congrats, you are the owner of the empty bedroom.” 

You jump out of excitement and it was impossible for you to resist the urge to hug them tight. Your arms wrapping around Aegon’s and Jace’s shoulders as Aemond just stepped back. Soft little giggles of pure and genuine happiness were heard from you, as you thanked them over and over again. 

“I can’t believe it!” you squealed, “I swear it on the Seven you won’t regret this decision!” 

Aegon’s chuckle was heard right beside your ear, as he carefully placed his hand in your waist as a habit. You stepped back, still with that sparkling smile on you. 

“I hope you’re not making a mistake,” Aemond whispered to Jace.

“Nah, she’ll be fine,” Jace assured him.

They were so focused on you that they were not able to see Aegon’s face, and the quite peculiar way his eyes sparkled as you started to chant about the good news you had received. He pressed his lips in a thin line, eyes fixed on you.

He was ignoring the unbeknownst feeling growing inside of him.

#new girl!AU #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon targaryen x you #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon ii x you #aegon ii fanfic #aegon ii targaryen x you #hotd au #hotd x reader #hotd aegon #house of the dragon #house targaryen #aemond targaryen #jacaerys velaryon

[tightjeansjavi]

𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕟’𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙𝟘 : Baby Honey NSFW 🔞

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Pre! Outbreak Joel x horseback riding instructor f!reader

A/N: One order up of the Joel Miller pussy eating special! 🤠

~word count: 4.1k~

Summary: the slow burn between you and horse dad! Joel has come to an end. He shows you just what he meant when he said he wanted to worship your body.

Warnings: fluff, flirting, teasing, smut, oral (female receiving) fingering, nipple play, overstimulation, praise kink, consent (Joel talks you through it) nickname overload, sexual tension, dirty internal thoughts, vulgar language, filthy talk, begging, Joel gets pussy drunk and loves it, he acts like such a sweetheart, a little smug, he’s got some serious rizz, (+18) minors dni!

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Austin, Texas

Joel had been a complete sweetheart for the rest of the evening after he drove you home from the bar. He didn’t even allow your feet to touch the ground when he pulled up to your apartment complex. He insisted on carrying you from his truck to your apartment door. You were in a fit of drunk giggles with your cheek smushed up against his warm chest. His t-shirt smelled of lavender vanilla detergent and cologne. He smelled so good. “Are ya really goin’ and smellin’ my shirt right now darlin?’ You lil’ drunk weirdo.” His tone was light, airy, and mildly raspy.

“Shh. Don’t you dare go make fun of me right now, Joel. You smell so good..what is that cologne you’re wearing? Smells heavenly..” You took one big ole whiff which caused Joel to chuckle as he quietly unlocked your apartment door and used his hip to push it open.

“Dunno what brand it is actually. Tommy got it for me awhile back. I’ll have to let him know that you’re a huge fan of it, sweetness.”

“I love when you call me cute things. You have so many different names for me, babe. How do you keep track of them all?” Joel had gently sank down onto the couch with his arms still firmly wrapped around you.

“Yeah? Well..I love calling you cute things. I do have a lot of ‘em huh? You wanna order some food now or after we get ya into some comfy clothes?”

Your arms had slid up around his neck, fingers lazily playing with the strands of hair along the nape of his neck as you peppered sweet kisses across his jawline. “Hmmm..let's order food now. I am absolutely starved.”

Joel couldn’t contain his little grin as you peppered kisses along his face. His dimples were even peeking through as the pad of his thumb was rubbing slow, gentle circles against your spine. He couldn’t help but turn his head a little, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “Alright, my sweet girl. Lets get some food in ya.”

For the rest of the evening, you and Joel were curled up on the couch with a box of pizza, and garlic knots on the coffee table while you watched a few episodes of Friends. At some point, you had fallen asleep with your head resting in his lap over a fluffy blanket. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this content with someone. The domestic intimacy was so pure, so soft and he loved every second of it.

The following morning you were rudely awoken by your alarm clock blaring along your nightstand. Before you could even think about getting out of bed, a strong arm reached over your middle and firmly pressed down on the alarm clock, ceasing its annoying blaring. Joel grumbled something incoherent against your ear as he firmly tugged your warm body back against his chest, nuzzling his nose against your neck as he inhaled deeply.

“Joel..” You whispered, voice laced with sleep. Your eyes weren’t even open yet. “I have to get up honey.”

“Mmm. No you don’t. Stay in bed a little longer here with me..you’re so warm..” He hummed, pressing a languid kiss to the spot below your ear.

Your body instantly melted against his broad chest as you let out a content sigh. “Okay, fine. You win this round. Can you hand me my phone please?”

You could feel a smirk spreading across Joel’s lips as he kissed along your skin. “Oh, please. Don’t act like you don’t wanna spend all mornin’ in bed with me.” He warmly chuckled before he blindly reached for your phone on the nightstand.

“Of course I wanna spend all morning in bed with you..I just need to see if Ryder can go feed the horses for me in the meantime.” You grabbed your phone from his grasp before finding Ryder’s contact and pressed the receiver against your ear.

“Gooood morning sunshine! How are you feeling babydoll?” Ryder’s voice singsonged through the line. She sounded awfully enthusiastic for it being so early in the morning.

“Hey, babe? Would you do me a huge favor? Can you head over to the barn and bring the boys in and get them fed? I’m gonna be a little late this morning..Did you have a fun evening with Tommy?”

You could feel Ryder smirking through the receiver and she was currently in bed with Tommy who was listening in on the conversation of course. He was eager to hear if his big brother had finally gotten lucky.

“Long night, huh? Is Joel with you right now? Of course I can bring them in and get them fed. Do you mind if Tommy comes with me? He spent the night..” You could picture her little smile through the phone when she mentioned Tommy being there with you.

“Don’t you go and get any funny ideas now, Ryder.” You couldn’t help but giggle. “Yeah, Joel is here with me right now. He spent the night too..” You felt him gently squeeze your hip bone as he continued to pepper kisses along your neck. “Sounds like you had a fun night babe. I can’t wait to hear all about it. Tell Tommy I say hello! Kisses.” You ended the call and carelessly tossed your phone along your nightstand before you turned your head over your shoulder and finally met his lips in a searing kiss.

Joel had eagerly kissed you back as his warm hands found purchase around your hips, brushing his thumbs at the soft skin below your navel as the hem of his shirt that you were wearing was resting just above where his hands were firmly holding you.

“Joel..” You mumbled against his lips, dragging your fingertips along his jawline, catching his stubble along the soft pads of your fingers.

“Hmm?” He gave your hips a light squeeze as his nose nudged against yours. “C’mere. Come closer baby.” He rasped against your lips

You wasted no time to turn yourself around in his arms so that you were facing him. The kiss you shared was broken away for just a mere moment before your lips were pressed to his once more. You hiked your thigh over his hip as your hands were gently holding his face. “Joel..” you whispered.

“Yeah baby? What’s up darlin?’” His words were muffled by your lips as his hand dropped down, fingertips brushing over the exposed skin along your thigh. He gave it a firm squeeze, sinking the pads of his fingertips into the plush flesh.

“We’re finally alone..with no interruptions.” There was a certain giddiness to your tone when the realization washed over the both of you and time seemed to stop.

“I don’t..I don’t have anythin’ on me darlin'’” he slowly detached his lips from the kiss, using his free hand to cup your cheek gently in his warm palm as he dragged the pad of his thumb across your plush lower lip. He watched with hooded eyes as you nibbled playfully on the tip of his thumb, eyes locked on his.

“I don’t either..it’s been awhile for me as you know. There’s other things we can do, baby.”

Joel took his own lip between his teeth when you had lightly sucked on the tip of his thumbnail, eyes looking at him with a doe like innocence that had blood flowing straight down to his cock. “You can’t be lookin’ at me like that darlin’ and sayin’ things..fuck.” He rasped.

“Looking at you, how?” You had a tiny smirk playing across your pretty lips as your lashes fluttered and he had images of you down on your knees in front of him flash across his mind. Mouth full of his cock, spit dribbling down your chin—

“Can I taste you?” He knew his request was bold. Perhaps even a little brash for his own taste but he could only imagine how sweet your cunt had to be. He hadn’t had a desire to be this intimate with someone in so long. It felt like foreign territory, but all the more exciting. He wanted to show you just how badly he wanted to please you. He promised you nearly a month ago that he wanted to worship your body in more ways than one. He wasn’t a man to go back on his promises either, he always followed through.

Your breath hitched harshly in your throat at his request. How was this man so fucking sweet, yet so filthy at the same time. A mixture between heaven and hell. On the fleeting cusp of driving you absolutely mad. Would he tease you? Would he have you begging him for more? God his tongue—

“Yes. Please.” You nearly mewled.

“Get on your back for me sweetheart. Wanna make sure you’re nice and comfy, Kay?” He pressed a light playful kiss to the tip of your nose, loving the way your face when cutely scrunch up.

The early morning calm began to grow thick with tension. The chemistry between you and Joel was radiating through the expanse of your room, bouncing off the wall like ping pong balls. You could hear his heart racing in his rib cage, feel the butterflies swirling in your stomach as you eased yourself away from his grasp on you, rolling over onto your back.

Joel was leaning over you now, fluffing the pillows behind your head with ease. You couldn’t help but giggle when he had gently stuffed a pillow under your lower back so you had more support.

“What’so funny?” He was looking down at you with a boyish grin as he settled himself between your thighs.

“Nothing, baby. You’re just..you’re really sweet and careful..and attentive to me.” You reached your hand up, gently cupping his cheek as he leaned down over you.

“Remember how I told ya after our first date that I was gonna worship you, and your body in more ways than one? This is just part one..I’m gonna take real good care of you, okay? The way that you deserve..” His nose lightly brushed against yours as he closed the small gap between you once more. He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. It was slow, languid and filled with emotions only the two of you shared.

“I remember. Let’s speed things up then, cowboy.” You giggled against his lips kissing him back sweetly.

“Slow down there, cowgirl. I’m gonna take my time with ya. You’re gonna love it, trust me.” You felt his fingers toying with the hem of his shirt along your body. “Can I take this off? Or do you wanna keep it on?” He mumbled against your lips.

“Take it off.”

“Don’t gotta ask me twice.” He could feel your eagerness as you were already lifting your arms above your head. Inch by inch, he slowly began to lift his shirt over your head. He begrudgingly detached his lips from yours to get the shirt over your head but once he rid you of the fabric, he was gazing down at you. His eyes flitted down to the way your nipples hardened from the cool morning air. You couldn’t help but playfully give his cheek a light slap when he was shamelessly checking you out.

“Hey, eyes up here buddy!”

Joel warmly chuckled as one of his hands found purchase just under your right breast. His thumb was gently stroking across the plush skin as he gave you another boyish grin. “Sorry, honey. Can’t help myself. You’re beautiful, and these? These are very nice.” His thumb brushed across your hardened nipple as your back arched up against him from the light touch.

Your skin felt ignited under his touch as if he had set a match off deep inside of you that left your body craving for more. You were certain that no other man had ever had this intoxicating effect on you. Goddamn you, Joel Miller. “Baby, please don’t tease me..please..I need more than that.”

“What’s that honey pie? You want me to tease ya some more? Patience, my sweet girl. It’ll be worth it in the end. I promise.” His tone was low, husky, and it sent a warm shiver down your spine. Your lips parted open as his own began to make their descent along your neck. His lips were gentle, yet practiced as he kissed along your skin. Your fingers already found their way through his soft tendrils of curls as you gently grasped the back of his head.

He crooned when he heard you suck in a harsh breath as his lips found their way to the valley between your breasts. He licked a long, hot stripe down your sternum before you felt the bridge of his nose drag across the swell of your breast. He nipped playfully at the soft flesh, listening to your soft giggle that quickly developed into a whimper when his lips wrapped around the hardened nub, swirling his tongue along the raised skin.

“Jooooeelll.” You couldn’t stop the whine that escaped your throat as your lashes fluttered shut. Your thighs clenched together and there was no doubt that you were already absolutely dripping for this man.

“Mmm. What did I just say?” He tsked playfully against your skin. Patience, my sweet girl. Enjoy each moment.” He had a mouthful of your breast in his mouth and he still managed to say the sweetest things.

“I’m trying my best.” You let out a frustrated huff as your nails lightly scraped along his scalp. “You’re making it increasingly more difficult for me, baby.”

“Sounds like a personal problem darlin.’” His warm chuckle sent vibrations deep into your core. Just as you were about to smartass him, he shushed you by showing the same amount of care and attention to your other breast. Except this time, his teeth lightly scraped along the nub, causing a low hiss to elicit past your parted lips.

The anticipation was absolutely eating you alive as his lips, and sinful tongue began to descend over your navel as his hands grasped the underside of your thighs. “Need ya to look at me sweetheart. Wanna see those pretty eyes, sugar.” He playfully nipped at the inside of your thigh, soothing the bite of his teeth along your skin with a soft kiss.

Your lashes fluttered open as you looked down at him. This was by far the hottest sight you had ever laid your eyes on. Joel nestled between your thighs, smirking playing on his lips and his beard lightly scraping along your skin as he looked up at you. “Enjoyin’ the view?” He nipped playfully at the inside of your thigh once more.

Smug bastard.

“Mhm. It’s quite the view.”

“It’s about to get even better for ya babydoll.” He shot you a playful wink as he brought your calves to rest along his broad shoulders. “Hook your ankles behind my head.” You did as you were told, taking your lip between your teeth and biting down on it hard. “Atta girl.”

You were ready to tell him to stop playing games. That if he kept this up, you’d surely pass out from the sexual frustration. All of those thoughts came to a delicious halt when the tip of his broad, beautiful nose brushed firmly against your clothed clit.

Your hips jolted towards his face from the sensation as an ‘oh fuck’ flowed past your parted lips shamelessly.

Joel kept his eyes locked on yours as he flattened his tongue along your clothed center, tasting you through the thin cotton fabric with a low hum vibrating up his throat. “How long’s it been for ya honey?”

“T–Too damn long.” You whispered.

Joel pressed a chaste kiss to your covered clit. “Yeah? Well, we’re gonna have to fuckin’ change that pretty damn quick baby. Personally, I think you should be gettin’ 3-4 orgasms a day..why stop there? Let's shoot for them stars, sweet thing.”

Okay, it was official. Joel Miller had officially rotted your brain from the inside out, and turned it to complete mush. He knew exactly what he was doing when he left you feeling tongue tied. “Gonna take these off of ya now, okay?”

All you could do was meekly nod as his thumbs hooked around the sides of your panties and painstakingly peeled them down your thighs and past your ankles that were locked behind his head. He tossed the thin fabric off to the side before he got a good look at you. “Shit. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful baby. Drippin’ for me? Fuck.” The filth dripped down his tongue, sugar sweet, sticky like fresh honey. “G’nna have a taste now, okay?”

Your soft sheets were clenched tightly between your fists as you let out a frustrated whine. “Joel, I swear to fucking god, I will crush your stupid handsome head with my thighs if you don’t–” you were cut off when his tongue flattened against your folds, licking an agonizingly slow stripe up your slit as his lashes fluttered shut. He used his forefinger and middle finger to spread your folds open as he dragged his tongue up to your clit, slowly flicking the tip of his tongue across your sensitive bundle of nerves. Back and forth, back and forth. “Sweetest fuckin’ thing i’ve ever tasted. Fuckin’ un-believable.” He mumbled against your cunt. “Could eat this sweet fuckin’ pussy any goddamn day of the week. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert.”

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as your thighs clenched inwards. This man knew exactly what he was doing and it would only be a short matter of time before he would be coaxing your first of many orgasms with him. “Fuck–fuck. Baby, that feels so good.” You moaned, fisting the sheets tighter in your grasp.

Joel wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly as his tongue swirled around the bud. He was already feeling high off your natural taste. He wasn’t shy when it came to eating pussy. He had years of experience but with you, it felt the most intimate. Like all he wanted to accomplish was giving you as many mind numbing orgasms that he could draw out of you. He loved the way you melted like putty along his skillful tongue. Your sweet moans for him drove him further into a blissful state of mind of pleasing you.

You could already feel the cord twisting tightly in your stomach as he continued to ruin you with his mouth and tongue. He looked so handsome, mouthful of your pussy, hair falling over his face as he drove his tongue deep inside of you, wanting to taste every part of you that his tongue could reach. When he started fucking you with his tongue, mumbling filth about how sweet you tasted, that you were being such a good girl for him, the cord snapped as you cried out his name.

He eagerly lapped up your release along his tongue. He gathered up every last drop that you had to offer him as he left gentle kitten licks along your clit. Little did you know, he wasn’t done with you just yet. He watched you with hooded eyes as he rested his cheek along the inside of your thigh. His lips, chin, and beard were glistening with your slickness as he pressed an open mouthed kiss to your trembling skin. “How was that for some pussy eatin?’” He teasingly asked you.

“Just about snatched my goddamn soul from my body, cowboy.” You let out a breathless laugh as you looked down at him with a post orgasm haze coating your features. You released your death grip on the sheets, bringing your hand to gingerly cup his jaw as your thumb brushed across his pouted lower lip, tugging it down gently. “I don’t like that look your giving me baby..what’s cooking in that brain of yours?”

Joel hummed as he leaned into your affectionate touch, his eyes flitting up to yours and they had that certain sparkle in them that you loved so much. “Mmm. Did ya think I was done with ya that quick? Absolutely not.” He chuckled, nibbling gently on the tip of your thumbnail. “I’m just such a gentleman that I'm gonna give ya a quick breather.”

“You weren’t kidding about that 3-4 orgasm thing huh? Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me Miller.” You let out an exasperated sigh as you threw your head back against the plush pillows when you felt his hot breath fanning across your core once more.

“Nuh uh. I ain’t one to kid about that kinda stuff baby. I’m a man of my word.” His huskily spoke before his mouth was enveloping you once more. While his tongue worked your clit to ruin, he had lightly begun to tease your slick entrance with his forefinger. As his tongue lapped at you, he slowly eased his finger inside of your sopping cunt, knuckle deep as he curled it inwards. He could feel your walls fluttering around his finger already, and the feeling had his mind reeling to think about what it would feel like with his cock deep inside your warmth.

Like Heaven.

“Fuckin’ tight little pussy, huh? Clenchin’ around my finger already. You want another, sweet girl?” His tongue was working you at a speed that you struggled to keep up with as he completely overwhelmed your senses. You mewled out his name, bucking your hips up against his face, desperate more. “Yes, please baby. Give me more, Joel. Please.” Your words fell through staggered breaths as he slowly inserted a second finger, curling them up against the sweet spot that had you seeing stars. He slowly began to pump his fingers in and out of you, developing a smooth rhythm that was in sync with his tongue. A delicious combination that had you shamelessly riding his face.

“Good girl. That’s my good fuckin’ girl. Look at how filthy you’re gettin’ fo’me.” He mumbled against your cunt, pumping his fingers faster. He could feel himself getting drunk off your taste along his tongue. Your breathless whines, the way your thighs trembled, and quivered around his head. He was drunk off every goddamn moment he was spending with you. Pussy drunk where he was at the point of no return.

“Oh–oh fuck! Jooooeeelll!” You were on the brink of sobbing as your second orgasm rolled through you like a tidal wave. Joel didn’t give you a moment to breathe this time. He continued to work you right on through it as you clenched tightly around his fingers.

“C’mon, darlin.’ You got one more for me? I know ya do. C’mon, pretty girl. Gimme one more. One fuckin’ more.”

You shook your head back and forth vigorously, bringing your freehand to your mouth, biting down on the outside of your hand, tears threateningly to spill over as you were teetering over the edge of overstimulation. “Joel–I–can’t! It’s too much! Baby, please I can’t! Joel, I can’t!” You desperately pleaded with him.

“Yes you can honey. Yes you can. I got you, sweet girl. You’re okay. You’re safe. Ain’t nothin’ gonna hurt you, my baby honey.” He reached his free hand up and found your hand that was still fisting the sheets, he gently pried your fingers apart, slipping his between yours as he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “One more for me. One more baby.” His lips wrapped around your clit once more, sucking harshly as he drew one last final orgasm from you.

Your ears were ringing, blood rushing as everything in close proximity sounded hazy, fuzzy to you as your body convulsed around Joel’s tongue and fingers. You were almost certain that you had passed out for a moment. Your body was struggling to handle the immense waves of pleasure like none other than you had experienced before. Your mind felt blissfully numb, as if you were on a big fluffy cloud, drifting through the sky with a warm breeze kissing your cheeks.

Your ex had absolute jack fucking shit on your cowboy.

Joel had praised you through the entire thing, lapping up your final release like a man starved. He pressed one last gentle kiss to your swollen clit before he kissed his way back up to your lips, pecking them a few times as his hands gently held your face. “Come back to earth, my sweet girl. I gotcha.”

Your limp arms found their way around his neck, kissing him back languidly as you tasted yourself along his tongue. “You sure know how to make a girl scream, cowboy.” Your tone was sticky sweet, tainted with post orgasm haze.

“I like to call that one the Joel Miller pussy eating special.” He chuckled, kissing you deeply.

“Shut the fuck up.” You giggled.

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[whateverisbeautiful]

♥️ Ranking Richonne

#11: I See Things (S3E12)

Something I appreciate so much is that Richonne's journey is a love story, not a fairytale. Their story feels grown and grounded, healthy, and realistic, while also feeling perfect and aspirational between two flawed people doing their best in a broken world. And through each season of their slow burn, we got to organically watch the many building blocks of what makes their love so genuinely strong and special. So I cherish these early moments that laid Rick and Michonne's foundation, especially here in my favorite scene from the masterpiece OG Richonne ep that is Clear...

Rick, Michonne, and Carl pack up to leave King County after a stellar episode with both Rick and Morgan’s storyline and Carl and Michonne’s storyline. The acting was superb all across the board in this ep. 👏🏽

The three really do look like a family as they pack up and head out. And in their own ways, this scene has Carl and Rick both telling Michonne...

I love that it just took one trip for Carl to be completely warmed up to Michonne. And he admits this in the best possible way to his dad. Because Rick, in such a dad way, asks if everything went okay with her, and again, I always feel like Rick really really wants the answer to be yes because deep down he knows he wants Michonne around.

And to me, it isn’t just Rick asking if everything went okay on their trip but if everything is okay with Michonne as a whole. This episode was about Rick and Carl beginning to truly accept Michonne and learn that not only does she not have a problem, but in fact she is the beautiful solution to so much in their life. 

It’s also just great to watch this scene back knowing Rick is asking Carl about the woman who will become his wife and mother to all three of his children. 🥰

And then I will forever love Carl saying, “I think she might be one of us.” Just the absolute best. 😭 That statement is the gospel truth too. And it’s so meaningful because of how much Michonne will end up being not just a vital member of tf but a true blue member and matriarch of the Grimes family.

Michonne truly belongs in this group and this Grimes family, and I love that intuitive little Carl picked up on that so quickly. That seal of approval from him is huge because it allows Rick to feel like he can slowly but surely stop fighting the clear undeniable connection between himself and Michonne. 

I also absolutely love Rick’s dramatic reaction to Carl saying Michonne is one of them. He can’t hide that this is great news to him, and you know Rick's extra side is so loved by me. 😋

Rick acts taken aback and asks, "What?" and I think part of it is actually being surprised that Carl made such a big statement because he could have just said 'yeah she was cool' but instead Carl lets him know she’s truly meant to be with them. And also part of the reaction is because our man Rick has for sure been catching some sorta feelings, even if just the earliest stages of attraction.

I know Rick's happy to hear his son likes her as much as he deep down wants to like her too. Also I really don't think Rick would be having a low-key tickled reaction like this over just any newcomer getting a good report.

Then Carl is just the cutest when he gives a little laugh and tells Rick "Everything went okay." This is all just so precious, especially after Michonne helped Carl retrieve a photo of his family all while planting the seed of Grimes 2.0 at the very same time.

And think about it - this moment is occurring so freshly after losing his mom. Carl probably hasn’t had many smiling moments since then, so I know it means the world to Rick to see that Carl and Michonne bonded and that she brought some joy back into his son's life. She's the best. 🥰

Then, because our lovely leading man is always expressive when it comes to his kids and Michonne, Rick has the biggest smile hearing this.

And again, we gotta be so for real for a second because this smile from him is not just cuz it in-general worked out with a newcomer. I feel this is specific to Michonne. Because like I said, Rick really wanted Michonne to check out (partly so he could keep checking her out🤭) and so he’s really glad to hear that she more than did.

I love that even this early, Michonne is putting smiles on Rick and Carl’s faces. After everything they’ve been through leading up to this ep, it’s refreshing to see.

So Rick is happy, but then he pauses as tho he’s seeing something - likely Ghost Lori. And my theory has long been that Ghost Lori stayed showing up in moments like these to let Rick know his soulmate had now arrived and he should get with Michonne, just like Lori got with her soulmate while Rick was in a coma.💁🏽‍♀️ 😋

Like I just know in this moment Lori's ghost was looking at Rick like...

It’s interesting how we the audience don’t see what he’s hallucinating like we have in other episodes. I like this choice tho because in just seeing Rick staring off it shows how much Michonne was able to read and understand him.

Like all Rick was doing was standing there, and from the outside looking in, it could easily be missed that he was having another hallucination - but Michonne knew Rick was having a moment of seeing things cuz she gets him. Always has. 😌

So Michonne notices it right away and her look of care and concern is really sweet. Throughout the series, Michonne so often looks at Rick like her heart is tugged by this honorable man in all his humanness.

I also love that she brings it up. She could’ve just noticed him seeing things and not said anything, especially because it’s personal and they're still mostly strangers. But this choice to bring it up immediately established that she and him can talk on a deeper level, even this early in the relationship.

And it shows Rick that he doesn’t have to feel misunderstood or ashamed for these episodes he's been having. Someone else sees it, and not only that - relates to it too.

So she gently asks if he saw something and Rick silently looks surprised that she could tell exactly what was happening.

Michonne says, "I know you see things - people." And then in one of the first examples of Richonne doing their signature thing of leveling with each other through being vulnerable, she tells Rick she used to talk to her dead boyfriend. Saying reassuringly, “It happens.” I repeat, Michonne is the best. 👑

It is lovely to see Michonne open up about this, and I love how innately she knew she could share this with Rick. We saw in a s3 scene by a fire with Michonne and Andrea that Michonne was not the type to fully open up about her past family, and yet here with Rick she's willing to share something personal and offer up this part of herself. It just further suggests that Rick and Michonne have a different and uniquely intrinsic connection. And I repeat - they trusted each other before they knew they trusted each other.

It’s also sweet that Michonne is willing to be vulnerable to help Rick feel less alone. This is such a big reason why their union is so special. With each other, they're never in it alone.

They are cut from the same cloth and understand each other deeply. And despite living in a world that would suggest you should always have your guard up, I love that Michonne and Rick instead allowed themselves to open up to each other, slowly but surely. 🥰

Also, more and more, I realize that the making of Richonne was actually so obvious from season 3 forward, and especially here in Clear.

Like this episode really plants the seed of Rick, Michonne, and Carl becoming a whole family because that family theme runs all throughout.

I mean even just the fact that the episode takes place in Rick and Carl's old hometown, bringing only Michonne on this run where she gets to gain insight into the past of her future husband and son, R&M essentially co-parenting together when Michonne offers to go with Carl to get the crib, and then Carl wanting the family photo and needing Michonne's help to retrieve it, and then Michonne finally opening up a bit about her family.

Richonne was looking like Morgan's apartment in this ep because, honey...

So then Rick is quiet for a sec after Michonne addresses him seeing things and letting him know it happens, and I know deep down he appreciates this moment from her. It's a rare moment of someone looking at him not to lead or provide an answer but simply to know he's not crazy or on his own.

And then Rick definitely gets flirty as he asks her if she wants to drive. (and again, letting Michonne drive is another establishment of trust) Also, I just love that throughout their pre-canon era, Michonne is the one Rick most wanted to be sociable with from team family.

I adore this scene for being the first moment of flirting between them as he asks if she wants to drive and she smiles and says "yeah." Rick then says "good" and takes the scene to new levels of adorable with his playful flirty energy when he adds, “Cuz I see things”  and hands her the keys to his heart and the car. 😊

It’s a nice way for him to admit Michonne was right that he sees things but still keep things light. And it's adorable how quickly Rick would go into flirtation mode with Michonne, even this early on.

(Side note: Y'all sometimes I used to want a body language expert who has never seen TWD to analyze these pre-canon Richonne scenes because I just know they'd confirm that Rick and Michonne's pre-canon moments read as more than platonic. But truly there is no body language expert needed for it to be known that Rick's energy is flirtatious here.)

And same for Michonne's energy afterward because I love how she smiles as she holds the keys and watches him go. #SmittenKitten 😋

They’re both real fond of each other, y’all. Even in season 3. Like this moment lets you know Rick and Michonne really do have “common interests” lol.

And while of course Rick and Michonne are still on their own individual healing journeys atp so they aren't yet aware that they're meant to be, it's still nice that in this scene they at least now know they like each other as people.

I love that Michonne who can read people so well, knew Rick was a good man doing his best in this world as a leader and father, and as she closes the trunk she looks like she knows she might have found her new home with these people, which I love that for her. 🙌🏽

This beautiful scene is just such a great and foundational moment in Rick and Michonne's love story and gives an excellent peek into how their dynamic will be going forward as they evolve into a husband and wife. 👏🏽

And how spoiled are we that Gimple was planting the Richonne seeds back when he was writing for Season 3 (before Richonne's journey had even aired for us to see), and now here we are 11 years later with Scott, Danai, and Andy having created a whole miniseries dedicated to Richonne and constantly confirmed to be an epic love story. 🤩🥳🤗

Like this is me and every Richonners' energy for a reason lol...

I'm forever thankful to Danai, Andy, and Scott for loving Richonne like we do and returning to give Rick and Michonne Grimes closure. And I'm grateful that we stan a married ship that always flourishes within the actual franchise. #WinningSinceTheBeginning 🥰

There's also just something so poetic about the fact that way back during the season 3 Clear days, Scott said Danai was able to pick up on the Richonne trajectory because she was a writer - and now we'll have the privilege to watch a whole TOWL episode written by the illustrious talent Danai, herself, as she gets to help shape the final chapter of Richonne's years-long love story. What. A. Journey. 😭🙌🏽

So as the classic and fitting 'Home' song concludes this phenomenal 3.12 ep and the three drive away, it shows how these three entered that town as strangers and left as a family more than they could ever imagine. They didn't know it entirely yet, but after Clear, Rick, Michonne, and Carl were on pace to become home to each other.

Imo, Richonne was written in the stars from the moment they laid eyes on each other at at that prison fence. But after Clear, it was set in stone, with no going back, that Richonne was bound to happen. They were too perfect together, too much passion and attraction emitting from them in these early stages for it to not eventually blossom into more.

Rick and Michonne were destined to be Mr. and Mrs. Grimes. And heartwarming scenes like this just made that so, well, clear. 😌🤍

#thank you Clear 🥂 #thank you birthday girl Danai & Andy & Scott 🥳 #and thank y'all for reveling with me from 30-11 🙏🏽 #now let the top 10 begin! 🎊😏 #richonne #top 30 #number 11 #rick x michonne #twd 3.12 #reveling in richonne #twd towl #the ones who live

[flowerandblood]

Sweet kiss, sweet blood (2)

[ dark vampire! • Aemond x female ]

[ warnings: sexual tension, profanation, fluff ]

[description: A centuries-old vampire lives in Victorian England, bored and discouraged. His old friend sends him a letter, inviting him to his new country house. Aemond arrives there to rest. Next to the property, there is a small chapel, visited by the faithful. It turns out that at night, a young lady prays in it. Slow burn, sexual tension, profanation, murder, blood drinking.]

I owe the idea for this wonderful series to: @qyburnsghost

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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When he returned to Ser Criston's mansion he hurriedly drank the entire cup of pheasant blood that he had left to drink in the morning. He couldn't wait. The presence of this young girl unnerved him and aroused in him a thirst he had not known for a long time. When he drank the last drop, he breathed a sigh of relief, putting the cup on the table.

Criston looked at him surprised. He had never seen him like this before. For as long as he could remember Aemond had been one of the most composed people he'd ever known, including hunger. He hesitated to ask the question.

"What happened?" He asked uncertainly. Aemond wiped his mouth with his hand, looking away. He covered his face as if he wanted to shut himself off from the world for a moment and lock himself in his head.

The girl came in a nightgown and a shawl. She couldn't live far away. The thought terrified him and excited him at the same time. He wondered if he shouldn't go back to the city as soon as possible, before it was too late. Nevertheless, instead of saying he was leaving earlier, he said something else.

"Do your neighbors have a daughter?" He asked low and indifferent. Criston looked at him uncertainly, frowning. He didn't say anything for a moment.

"Did you kill her?" He asked suddenly, and Aemond shot him a look of disapproval.

"No." He grunted, looking away. He wondered if he should talk to him about what he felt. Even though they were friends there were some things that was better to kept to themselves. “She is the one who stays in your chapel every night.”

Criston sighed softly in relief, rubbing his temple. He paced a bit around the living room, shrugging his shoulders.

"Like I told you, it doesn't bother me. She may be the Whaterfields' youngest daughter. Her father was my broker when I bought this property. He boasted that she was getting married in a few months." He said, looking at him carefully.

“I've only just moved in here. I wouldn't want any problems, my friend." He said carefully. Aemond stared blankly ahead.

"I know."

After that conversation for several days he did not return to the subject and tried not to think about it. He managed to do this until at night, when he laid on the great, low windowsill and looked through the huge windows towards the chapel, waiting for her to come.

She always sneaked out at the same time, around midnight. First he could see the dim light of the candle, then her. She prayed every day for about an hour and a half, then left and returned home. He wondered what she was praying so fervently for.

One day she didn't go out for longer than usual and it made him nervous. He sat staring at the building, playing with his fingers involuntarily. For some reason he was obsessed with her.

He swallowed loudly, fighting hard against the temptation that was tormenting him. It didn't help that Criston had gone out on a little hunt to provide them with a supply of fresh animal blood. He thought he couldn't stand it.

He got up and gulped down the entire cup of blood that he had left for the morning. He needed to control himself better around her. He took his old, tattered Bible from his coat pocket and left the property, making a determined stride toward the chapel which was still dimly lit.

He walked in noiselessly, feeling himself trembling with excitement. He saw, surprised, that she had simply fallen asleep. Her face was resting on her hands on the armrest in front of her, a barely burning candle and her book beside her. She was bent over, her face pressed against her hand with her cheek, her lips slightly parted.

He felt a tightness in his throat and pants at the sight of her bare arm, the sleeve of her nightgown had slipped down. He wondered what to do. He thought that if he went over to her and woke her up, it would scare her. He decided to just sit in the back and watch her.

He was in no rush.

He watched her chest rise and fall, her mouth parting slightly and closing in a breath. Her whole body felt hot and soft, all throbbing with life. He thought that if he touched her, he would feel a pleasant tingle.

He wondered how she could fall asleep in such a place, especially knowing that she had once met a strange man there. He flinched as she rolled over suddenly, her eyelids fluttering open, looking sleepily around. For a moment she didn't know where she was. She noticed him, her pupils narrowed in horror.

"It's a dream, isn't it?" She asked, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. He smiled involuntarily at her question, though his expression was not cordial.

"Yes." He replied briefly, wondering what she would do with the information. She shifted in place, thinking for a moment, then frowned.

"You're mocking me, sir." She said it in a way that he thought he heard a note of regret in her voice. He raised his eyebrows in amusement at her statement.

"Perhaps it's all just in your head, miss." He purred, narrowing his gaze, looking at her like a cat looking at a mouse. He saw her swallow hard at his words, her hand trembling slightly against the back of the bench.

"Do you think I'm mad?" She asked, as if she herself wasn't sure if that might not be true. He looked at her intensely, her pleasant scent melting in his nostrils, filling his lungs. He felt like he was in a trance because her.

"We're all mad, Miss Whaterfield." He hummed low, the corner of his mouth curved into a smile. He played with her and watching her reaction was pure delight for him. He saw that she bristled when he said her surname.

"Who are you?" She asked finally, in a slightly firmer tone of voice, looking at him intently.

He thought that she felt more confident. Perhaps because they were sitting at a distance from each other, and it gave her a semblance of security.

"I didn't see you at Sunday mass, sir." She added after a moment.

The thought of her looking for him in the church tickled his ego pleasantly. He looked at her with a smirk for a moment, toying with his book in his hands. They looked at each other intensely. He didn't speak until she gave up, glancing to the side, pursed her lips.

"I came to visit my friend, who lives in the mansion that this chapel belongs to." He finally spoke low and indifferently, tapping his finger on the armrest where he was leaning with one side of his body.

Her eyes lit up at the news. She moved a little closer, placing her hands on the back of the bench, pressing her face against it so that only her eyes and the top of her head protruded above it.

"Are you a friend of Ser Criston Cole?" She asked, this time with curiosity and gentleness in her voice.

Clearly she needed to know who she could pair him with to gain any peace of mind in his company. Aemond nodded, and seeing how quickly she blinked he thought that she was smiling. He thought that he was taking surprisingly much pleasure from this conversation about nothing.

"How long are you staying here, sir? Do you like it here?” She asked, suddenly changing from a terrified, fear-frozen girl into a chatty, warm talker.

Somehow he was touched by the change. He thought deep down that she was too trusting. That if she knew who he was she wouldn't talk to him like that. He decided it didn't matter.

For now.

"Two questions, for two questions." He said low, an amused smirk never leaving his face.

He saw her twist in her place, surprised. He had often played with his meal, but never with such delight and excitement. He thought he'd like to possess her before he tasted her blood. Feel what it's like to be inside her, hot and wet. His manhood throbbed painfully in his pants at the thought.

"Very well." She said softly and he looked at her contentedly.

"I'll stay here a while longer. I came to rest. Why do you pray here and not at home?” He spoke flatly and matter-of-factly, never taking his eye off her.

He knew that it was hard for her to look at him, his gaze burning her. She looked away for a while, embarrassed. She looked up at him in surprise when he asked her a question. She was silent for a moment, as if she was debating whether to tell the truth or make up something. He would know right away if she lied.

“I used to come here with my grandfather when I was little. He told me that God lives here. Then I took it too literally. But ever since then whenever I need private time with our Heavenly Father, I come here.” She said softly, and he grunted in satisfaction, knowing she was telling the truth. He liked what she said.

“I like it here. Are you not afraid that I will hurt you?" He asked, turning his head.

He saw her whole body shudder, suddenly losing again what little trust he had gained from her in the last few minutes. She looked down, swallowing softly, her hand tightening on the back of the bench.

“If you wanted to, you probably would have done it already. Unless you like to play with your food." She said, looking at him with a frown.

He couldn't help but chuckle lowly at her words. He shook his head, looking out the window. The moon was shining down on them.

"Your candle is about to burn out. I don't envy your return in the dark." He said and saw that her gaze fell quickly to the candle beside her.

She opened her mouth, reaching for it, and that was it. Darkness surrounded them. Suddenly the only source of light was the white glow of the moon, falling through the window onto the floor.

She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with terror. He didn't move an inch, wondering what she would do. He felt her pulse quicken, her blood pumping faster through her body. He closed his eye at the feeling, enjoying her scent. He flinched when he heard her voice.

"Will you walk me away, sir?" She asked in a trembling voice, as if she was really afraid of going back in the dark. He wondered if she was in such a hurry to get to the grave. He opened his eye and looked at her.

"Yes."

He saw her slowly stand up, taking her prayer book in her hands. She started for the door pressing it against her chest, as if it was going to protect her from him in some way. He thought with amusement that it was for nothing.

No divine punishment could save her from him.

He left the chapel right behind her, the full moon shining high above, illuminating the park around them. Without the warm light of her candle, he thought, everything around her must have felt cold and menacing now.

She looked around, as if to make sure nothing was lurking in the shadows. He wondered how she could subconsciously not feel that the greatest danger was right in front of her.

She went ahead, and he followed her without a word. She led him along a narrow, well-worn path, through thickets of bushes and trees. This, he thought, was where she used to go to his friend's property every day.

Finally, they came out on land that no longer belonged to Criston, into a meadow, stretching far away. There couldn't be a better place to taste her, he thought. Here no one would hear her.

He pursed his lips, using what little free will he had to keep from just grabbing her by the shoulders and biting her beautiful, long neck.

They made their way to a road that led to a pretty, little country house. He heard her breathe a sigh of relief as she saw her home. She looked at him and was confused by the intense look in his eye. They stood in awkward silence for a moment.

"Thank you, sir, for you kindness." She whispered softly, her tone warm and full of, at least to him, undeserved gratitude.

He held out his hand to her, and even in the dim moonlight he could see that she blushed. He thought that he wanted this at least.

To feel the warmth and taste of her skin.

She offered him her trembling hand, and he squeezed it gently, respectfully, sensitively. It was warm and wonderfully soft.

He leaned in, his cold, wet lips pressed against her fragrant skin. He felt her shiver hard, her breath caught in her lungs. Just as he suspected, her body quivered wonderfully and throbbed with life, her scent filling his lungs, increasing his already unbearable thirst.

He felt that he wanted her in every possible way. He wanted to possess her and devour her. He flinched as her hand tightened around his.

"You're freezing. Forgive me for telling you to come with me when you were so cold, sir." She whispered embarrassed, looking at him as if she had hurt him.

The corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily at her words in amusement. He felt a mighty shudder as she took a step towards him, lifting their clasping hands and pressing her warm lips to his skin.

She held them like that for a moment, as if she wanted to warm his hand with the heat of her body and her breath. He watched this scene in amazement, his lips slightly parted, his manhood throbbing painfully in his pants. He thought there was no help for him. He won't be able to leave her alone.

He will hurt her just like other women before her.

She pulled away, releasing his hand, her cheeks flushed with emotion. He looked involuntarily at her neck, her throbbing artery, and swallowed hard. She was so close, all he had to do was reach out.

"Good night." She whispered and turned, wrapping her shawl tighter around her as she walked slowly towards her homestead. He stood and watched her, letting her go. He turned around after a while and headed back towards the moon, hanging above him in the sky.

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Thank you for such a good reception of this series. I plan to make this story a slow burn fit for the Victorian era. I want to add some 19th century realism to this story. 🩸

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[emerxshiu]

FORGOTTEN LAND'S SECOND ANNIVERSARY :3

I AM SOOOO BACK

I started this drawing yesterday around afternoon and finished it just a few minutes earlier.

I went with a messier type of drawing instead of more clean like the elfilin one from yesterday, i find it fun doing it like this, mostly cause i dont have to worry about making it perfectly so i dont get as frustrated as normal. Id place this one as my second best digital drawing. im pretty sure i havent posted what i consider my best digital drawing here, tho i do have it in instagram, i might post it here one day, tho these two are way too tied up, i love how this came out, its not exactly like how i imagined it but its really close to it, and also itd say that since i dont tend to play around lighting that much, this was such a joy to draw and i cant help but stare at it a lot, at least until i start hating it because i made quite a lot of errors. i also changed my elfilis gijinka just a tad bit from last time, but its not that big of a difference, mostly.

ofc i had to draw elfilis for forgotten land's anniversary, i tend to deny it in my head but yeah they're my fave of the kirby characters even tho i hate them a bit. I wanted to draw some more doodles, like, elfilis eating cake, kirby car, a bunch of other stuff (not elfilin cuz i already drew him yesterday) but when i tried i couldnt draw anything more, guess this drawing burned me out a lot, huh?

you can definitly tell i spent all the efforts on him cuz if you look a bit closer to the bottom part you'll see its almost barely detailed, but i mean, they're the focus so make sense i guess for me not add that much detail there. um also, maybe because i dunno i had OVER 130 LAYERS jeez no wonder firealpaca was slowing down so much, i need to manage my layers better next time, tho i did do something i keep forgetting, wich is naming them (most of them at least) that was a real life saver

Also, antares (fecto elfilis' spear/cadaceus), as always, was a pain to draw, but this time its probably been draw the most accurate out of every other drawing ive made with it in it, i didnt notice it was like, a little curved when it reached the blade

some close ups since his face is a bit hard to see

silly :3

fun fact! actually, this is technically a redraw, somewhere around between february and march i started a fecto elfilis drawing for the first anniversary, but i couldnt finish it in time, and i never finished it

thats...quite the improvement! (i remember being so proud of it)

also his wings are like that cuz i did not want to draw the pattern, its way too hard, i literally copy pasted it, wait, i was talking about the 2024 version but i looked at the 2023 one and i just noticed it also has the pattern copy pasted, i guess some stuff never changes since i still abuse the ctrl+c ctrl+v to this day

Also i ended up making a huge error there, i was planing to add the phantom spears from orbital pulsar (the attack he does first when you battle them at lab discovera) but theres an innacuracy, when they do the attack, they always close their eyes, i had actually sketched him (well i mean both these drawings are basically the first sketch (2023) or second sketch(2024) with some color, shadows and lighting. i didnt do lineart in the 2024 one cuz i wanted to be a bit like the og i made (too bad i sketched that one with black since the og was sketched with white due to me drawing the bg first)) with his eyes closed but them decided to make them open for a reason i cant remember, maybe i thought itd look nicer? idk

ive had the idea of redrawing this for quite some month now so it was kinda already planned

background cuz i think it came out really pretty

doesnt have the little stars since without elfilis and the structures it looks fucked up. the actual sky in game is more blue, but the clouds have some orange, in the 2023 ver. i made the sky orange, and in the 2024 ver i wanted it more accurate, but i didnt wanna loose the orange sky, so i did a gradient. pretty...

also here's a screenshot i took when i was like halfway trough it, its barely noticeable but i changed his mouth in the final drawing

I really love katfl, like a buncha whole lot, its basically almost my first mainline kirby game. 100% the demo, finished the game in almost one day, i literally play it monthly, like, every month i put the card in my switch, start it up, get morpho sword, and go shred elfilis in lab discovera. i would probably not even be here on tumblr and the kirby fandom if it werent for it. and i love it so much i genuinly cannot express how much i like it and treasure it with words or anything

Thank you for reading my unnecesarily long rambles lol

I hope i'll post tomorrow and dont forget like usual

Jambuhbye!

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[velvetcloxds]

ENSUE | E. M

word count: 2k

warning: can confidently say that this is officially the last part of this series, it's been an emotional rollercoaster for sure, reader gets injured, shitty men in the workplace

summary: you manage to injure yourself after a confrontation with your father and the new manager and eddie finds you hiding in his bedroom instead of your usual spot, seems you've got a lot to talk about now that the dust has settled

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You were tired of knowing better, it was only getting you into trouble, every chance it got. You knew better with Eddie, but you still got hurt. You knew better than the new manager your father had hired to spite you, you still got shouted at in front of all the staff. You knew better than your father, knew he couldn’t do any of this on his own, and still ended up on the other end of one of his humbling temper tantrums. Somewhere between Mr. Harrington telling you to know your place and your father calling you an inferior girl who has reached the end of her usefulness, you moved a little too close to your father’s cigarette and burned your arm. You weren’t even sure where you were going when you started rushing away, weren’t sure if you were crying out of anger or out of pain, you’d never been all that good with either, maybe it was both.  

Eddie wasn’t sure why he was so worried when he heard about what happened, but he was almost sprinting by the time he got to his room, he’d searched everywhere and this was a last resort, you knew where it was and it was always open so maybe, just maybe you’d gone there in your rush to get away from the office, hide the fact that you were crying- still, he couldn’t help the surprise on his face when he opened the door and actually found you. You were standing sort of aimlessly by his mirror, wiping at your eyes, of course, that would be your focus.

It was odd seeing you, seeing you in his space was something wholly different, it had been weeks since you found him talking to Billy, weeks since he’d been able to look at you without you looking away or excusing yourself. He hadn’t spoken more than a quick greeting or an entirely professional question since then and he was both hugely freaked out and somewhat grateful that he’d get the opportunity to do so now, all things considered.

“Y/n?” you tensed at his voice, considered it carefully before turning towards him, you wondered why he looked so worried, you’d been shouted at many times before since the two of you started working together. The only difference was that men tended to stop when he was with you, like he was some sort of buffer, they didn’t respect you any more than they did when he wasn’t there, they just respected him too much to show it in front of him. “Robin called me, said she saw you running from the office clutching your arm,” you nodded, didn’t react to him walking towards you, he meant to be slow, really he knew he should’ve been but you met his gaze, he noted then that he’d never seen you cry before- you’d been upset, hurt, insulted, and you’d been close but you’d always catch yourself.

“They turned our spot into a storage room,” you explained, hand stupidly moving to cover the burn mark on your arm, hoping he wouldn’t mention it, wouldn’t take note of it- he did, he had to stop himself from making a scene about it. “And there were people everywhere, I just needed to clear my head, I didn’t know where else to go-“

“It’s fine,” there was a silent conversation paired with his interruption, a subtle nod to your hand to have it move, an outstretched hand begging you to let him see, and the gentlest fingers that grazed around the skin to scope how bad it was. “Cigarette burn?” he had to keep his mind at bay, he knew the smokers of the office and had borrowed a cigarette from most of them, you only ever got into direct contact with one, you knew that too.

“It was an accident, I was trying to explain myself, I lost my temper,” he couldn’t picture that, you losing your temper, even when he gave you good reason to do so, you didn’t, it made his stomach turn, his blood boil, if he was in the room with you, your dad probably wouldn’t have gotten close enough to shout at you let alone hurt you. “I’m sorry, I’m the one who told you to leave me alone and now I just show up when I need someone,” you scoffed, tried to take your arm back but he wouldn’t allow that, would reprimand you soon enough for apologizing for something so silly. It was the oddest thing when you looked at him, you’d convinced yourself you despised him, didn’t know him, but the way his eyes drifted over your face and his skin melted against yours and his curls fell forward when he tilted his head to examine your arm, you were sure he cared, it felt like he did, really.

“We should get this cleaned up,” he sighed and you didn’t object, didn’t fight him when he guided you to the bathroom by hand, didn’t make any attempt to take your hand back as he rummaged the cupboard for supplies- it was comfort in its simplest form, you thought, how familiar it felt to be seen by him, cared for like you’d deprived yourself of something you didn’t know you’d gotten used to even if it wasn’t genuine.  

He had you sit on the closed toilet seat, and kneeled in front of you as he set everything aside and your mind was racing, there was a part of you that considered maybe you’d overreacted, accidents happen, people get upset if it weren’t you, it would’ve been someone else, it had just been you for about a month now and if anything you were tired of being the punching bag while trying to help. You watched Eddie work and were reminded with much annoyance how pretty he was, how despite what you heard him talking about and what he’d done, he was one of the few people who you felt comfortable being weak around, soft, you didn’t have to think- it was a feeling, not logic, logic had proved otherwise- but the fact stood, you were tired of thinking.

“Thank you, Eddie,” he hummed, satisfied with the job he’d done, it probably wasn’t wise, closing a burn wound, but you’d be going home soon, and he didn’t think you’d want anyone to question it, it wasn’t as bad as the discoloration looked but knowing you, you’d be embarrassed by it still.

“You got to open that as soon as you get home, okay, don’t leave it closed,” you’d never heard his voice quite that timid and gentle, which speaks volumes considering he always spoke to you softly, kindly. “I think I have one of your concealer sticks in one of my jackets if you want to fix your makeup but-“ he interrupted himself, paused when he realized he’d brought a hand to your cheek, brushed a thumb over a stray trail of a tear, he half expected you to jump back, not lean into the touch, certainly not close your eyes to savor it. “But I don’t think you need to,” he continued, and he wasn’t sure if his heart was still beating in rhythm, not really, it was pounding in his ears and it didn’t sound right, only got louder as you slid your fingers around his wrist. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” it was a loaded sentence, you’d learned that much about being around him so long, it meant he was sorry for having to see you like this, it meant he was sorry for everything he’d done and not done with Billy, for being one of the men who’d let you down.

“I should hate you,” you noted, opened your eyes, only to find his staring back at you, they held an openness to them you hadn’t seen in a while, you realized you should’ve noticed the lack thereof sooner, maybe you did, maybe you ignored it. “But you’re such a bastard, Eddie Munson, even when you’ve given me every reason to be utterly appalled by you, you’re still the first person I wanted to see when I felt like this.”

“You should hate me,” he agreed, and you were happy he didn’t try and take his hand back, letting your joined fingers fall to your lap, brushing a thumb over your knuckles, rings cold against your warm skin, a perfect piece of symbolism. “I wanted to be the first person to find you like this, make sure you’re okay.”

“What a mess we are- there was chaos when we didn’t stay away from each other and chaos when we did, it’s like were doomed.”

“Chaos tends to follow me around, should’ve warned you about that,” he had that look again, that paled face of regret that he’d been wearing for days now, it took everything in you not to hug it away then and it took everything in you not to hug it away now. “I should’ve tried harder to tell you that this wasn’t all a lie, it wasn’t all pretend, it’s much easier to care for you than it is not to.”

“Some of it felt real.”

“Because it was, sweetheart, honest, I screwed up either way, and we both know even if I didn’t, there was no sort of happy ending here, but it wasn’t all for them, I genuinely was soft for you,” the admission was paired with a tint of rose to his cheeks and though he tried to tilt his head and hide it with his curls, it made your heart soar, you hadn’t gone mad, your heart wasn’t betraying you, it wasn’t all a ploy.

“I get it, you know, what you guys did to my dad- I don’t think my mom deserves it, and let’s face it, I wouldn’t be here if she wasn’t forced to be here too- but maybe I’d have been far less upset with you if things were different.”

“Always wishing for things to be different,” he scoffed, you knew he couldn’t comment on what you’d said, mostly because as much loathing as you had for your father, you didn’t wish ruin upon your family, you were angry and maybe if he wasn’t in the picture you’d be less angry, if he wasn’t in the picture Eddie would just be a questionable guy who made it hard to hate him despite knowing that your should.

“I think I’m going to write some heartbreaking stories about you, Eddie,” you noted, and he moved quickly to make room when you slid down to kneel in front of him. “Think it’s going to take me forever to stop thinking about you.”

“Don’t I know it,” it was scary how quickly you caved, how easy it was to let him pull you into his chest, hold you against him like it wasn’t going against everything you promised yourself and your mother. It was intoxicating how safe it felt between his arms, how much his leather jacket smelt like home and comfort and good things he didn’t represent. You hated every second of it, wrapped your arms around his waist, breathed him in, allowed him to place a fleeting kiss on the top of your head and you wished the moment would endure forever. “Will you make me good in your stories?” he whispered when he walked you to his door, he was planning on sneaking out first, drawing attention away from the room long enough to slip out, eager hand latched onto your wrist.

“Course I will, you’re good, Eddie, you’re just a little lost right now.”

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[notallangelsaregood]

My thoughts on Spy x Family Chapter 83

Needless to say, my folks, huge manga spoilers ahead 🌹

Oh, boy, I was totally wrong! He he, but also, I got some things right!

No more guns, thanks, Lord! What was this wait? I was anxious, trying to keep my head off the upcoming update, and It was successful, I relaxed a little bit and BOOM, Sunday came, and I didn't even realize It was chapter's day, until I saw the notification on my smartphone and read it all in 10 seconds (have I mentioned I'm diagnosed with anxiety? No? Okay, yeah).

Now I'm trying to analyze a little bit of this week's chapter with you all while trying to stay sane till the next one, may Endo help us! So, I got a few hypotheses right! Actually, I believe only one 🤣

No revelations yet!

Which is something I'm really grateful for, even though we can not be sure if it will happen in the next chapters, I truly believe it won't. I feel like it's not the moment, the manga is at its peak (so is the anime) gaining a huge amount of notoriety and I don't Believe Endo would rush things, not right now. So I'm glad, I really feel revelations will make the story take a huge turn that we are not quite ready for it. There's so much to happen yet! What is the Garden? Which side is the organization it? What about Westalis? We know nothing. Spy x Family is a huge slow burn, and I'm all in for it.

CAN SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE? OH, WAIT, NO, NEVERMI-

Twillight is the one hurt, I'm surprised, truly. Yuri is quite a soldier, however, the hesitation present there was bigger than Twilight's ability, reflex and advantage (since he was the one pointing the gun first). My heart truly hurts for seeing him injured, I can't even explain. We've grown fond of our Spy, and It's not a nice feeling. At all

I know, I know he will be fine, he can't die or anything (haha, can he?😨) But still, it is making my heart hurts. In need for those "Yor takes care of Loid's wounds" fanfictions, please? Moving on.

See? Our Twilight is a smart guy. He senses his wavering. He knows it is there, but he doesn't understand why. He can't figure that by hurting (or killing) Yuri, he would deeply hurt Yor, and he would not do that. His unconscious is pretty clearly messing up with his conscious mind and decision-making. I doubt he will bring that up to the Handler, but it's possible, since they know each other very well. My guess is that Sylvia will just know. He won't even say a word and she will know.

Yeah, Yuri boy, I would totally be creeped out as well. His ability is outstanding and scary, even.

See? This guy had this major hypothesis (which is right?) figured in like, 5 seconds? He is so bright, Yor is proud as floof as she should. Yes, Yuri, he is someone close to you, someone observing you.

"But that doesn't matter now!" It will surely matter once you find out, but my guess is that he will keep that insight for himself, trying to figure it out on his own, but who knows? It will certainly be on his head, constantly.

Yuri's hair, I'm like 🤣 Our poor boy. Yes, Yuri, Twilight is tough, but so are you! What am I even saying? I don't have a side in this (kinda do). I want both of them not to be involved, never again fighting, for my heart's sake. They are both precious babies I want to keep them protected, but It's not up to us, right, Endo? Humpf...

Oh, well. GOOD THING he will live, Twilight, thank you for your unintentional totally intentional mercy.

I'm

Not okay. Look at his expression. I'm dying. I'm out of breath. Why is Endo like this? I mean, we are in a serious as floof situation, with conflict going on and you drew what? An expression like that which made me burst out laughing at 3 a.m? Dude.

He is a tough boy, I must admit.

Those expressions are killing me. And the worse, I don't know which one is which. That kick must have decreased the chances of a large family lineage for one of them, for sure 🍒 If you know what I mean.

Yuri on his fight mode is scary (not as much, but it is), just like his sister. I believe one of Endo's objectives is to make us scared of the Briar's brothers and damn, boy, yeah. I don't like that "I will kill everything on my way" expression.

This was such on point. I loved it, I mean, his floofing daughter is being raised by Yor, so I would consider it a huge plus. Besides, he is thinking of her consciously right now. It's not his unconscious, unknown feelings and thoughts. He is rationalizing and that's major.

Yeah, that resilience is not even NORMAL anymore. Mama Yor, can you pick me up? I'm scared 😨

Oh, well, okay, that's expected. Poor Yuri is going to be so hurt after this. I'm wondering if Yor will know about his or Twilight's injuries, she is not as bright as his brother, but she can think about it later, can't she? I wonder If Yuri will visit her while recovering. The tension in the air if Loid is also on this meeting. Damn. This was so much better than a revelation or a simply hurt Twilight. This growing tension makes things so much better (and torturing).

He is such a good brother.

And this expression right here is a Twilight on Twilight Conflicted Mode. Yeah, I just made that up, but he is clearly conflicted, may be in pain and not getting understanding a single thought coming from his mind. Only focused on getting out of there, leaving that behind.

Okay, from this part on I understood ✨ nothing ✨

My reasoning is not that nice and I should be sleeping right now, but I can't due to anxiety, so bear with me, please.

Yes, it did! WISE is the best, haha, wha-

Okay, she is also incredible smart, yada yada, I don't want to write about Fiona. Let's move on!

Damn, folks. Theories? My brain is jello. I can't even function due to the last of sleep, but here I am. Make sure to talk to me in the comments, I really appreciate it. Sorry for any misspelling or typos. Be sure to leave a beautiful kudo and talk to me about what you think will happen next!

I'm certainly less nervous about it, our last chapter was very open to where this one would go, and I'm glad of two things, mainly

No time skip! It started right where it was left.

Our boys are fine! Yuri will be fine. Thank you, Endo!

I miss our girls so much, and Bond boy! 😭

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[evermourning]

𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝 - bang chan

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader, lovertober entry i

genre: non!idol au, office!au, fluff, office romance, slice of life, mutual pining, enemies to lovers (kinda), slow burn??

wc: 5.8k

warnings: suggestive, making out, will they/won't they type shit, language, lots of jype idols, vague business (don't come after me i'm in med courses), BLONDE CHAN, miscommunication

a/n: here is the first lovertober entry! releasing this one in honor of chan's birthday. happy birthday, channie! <33

lovertober entries will not be coming out as fast as the bewitched series did. i have a lot on my plate, and these are longer. please be patient. thank you! <3

you took a deep breath, the air filling your lungs not helping as much as it should've. the building you were about to walk into was huge, boasting many stories and definitely was even larger on the inside. if you squinted, you could barely make out shapes of an enormous lobby, built with high ceilings and many elevators.

holy shit, you were going to get so lost.

you repeated affirmations to essentially calm yourself down. you had been chosen specifically for this job by the chairman himself. he'd stopped in for your interview, and personally taken a liking to you. you were strong! you had this in the bag, definitely.

you walked through the door, marveling at the sight of the building. it was modern and architecturally genius and unique, the colors and structure blending so well. you walked across the tiled floor, your shoes clicking against it uncomfortably loud. some people were staring, having never seen you in their life. when you rang the bell at the front desk, a head popped out from the back, looking you up and down before her lips turned upward, blossoming into a beautiful smile.

"you're the new hire, yes? oh, we've been so excited to meet you!" she outstretched a hand, shaking yours elegantly. "my name is chaeryeong. you'll be seeing me a lot. the front desk is my domain, you could say."

you smiled. so far, everyone you'd seen in this company was the epitome of drop-dead gorgeous, and chaeryeong was no exception. if there was something in the air, you were happy to be working here.

"it's your first day, right?" chaeryeong asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. after you nodded, she walked over to her desk and pressed a small button, connecting her to the intercom.

"what is it, chaer?" a lower, masculine voice spoke from the small speaker. "do you need anything?"

"i do, yes." she replied, still very amiable but much more formal. "can you come get our new hire and introduce them to the president? he was the one who requested them to be hired, after all."

"um...i'll try." the voice said, a bit hesitantly. "the chairman's been working him to the bone, so he's in a bit of a mood. point fingers if he tries to pin the blame on us for scaring the new hire away."

chaeryeong laughed softly, saying a quick goodbye before turning it off.

"alright, the president's secretary is coming down to get you. he's a real sweetheart, so he'll be your cushion before meeting the man in charge."

you nodded, trying to process what you'd heard on the intercom. you really hoped your boss wasn't rude. you weren't one to believe claims without proof. on the contrary, you quite disliked ill-mannered people.

after chatting amicably with chaeryong for a little bit, your conversation was interrupted by a soft "ahem". you turned your head to see another person standing there with a small smile.

he was tall and well-built, with a relaxed air about him. his tousled brown hair was perfectly styled, and he looked to be in his early thirties.

"i've heard so much about you, yn." he began running a hand through his hair. "lily, your interviewer, was absolutely gushing about you, saying you were the one. i honestly couldn't tell if she meant it in a business way or a romantic one. you seriously charmed her."

you laughed, your cheeks heating up from the compliment.

"that's nice to hear," you replied to his words of praise. "who are you? you seem so familiar, i'm pretty sure i've seen you on the news or something."

he sighed.

"yes, you most likely have. i'm junho, the president's secretary. my hiring was all over the news because it was very controversial. many aren't used to male secretaries." his identity clicked like two puzzle pieces snapping into place.

"oh...oh! lee junho, that's who you are!" you exclaimed, and he chuckled. "i always thought you were so brave. secretarial gender roles have been in place for so long, i'm happy they're finally starting to be broken." you saw how his cheeks turned the slightest bit redder from the compliment, eliciting a grin out of you.

"thank you, that really means a lot." he motioned in the direction of the elevators. "shall we go, then? you have a lot of orientation to go through, but you've been directed to meet the president first. so just come with me."

once you got into the elevator, which had many floors to pass, junho explained to you the hierarchy of this certain workplace.

"each division of our company has it's own name and unit, it's very interesting. the company itself is owned by the chairman, j.y. park, but he just goes by jyp. the president is very private and he likes to introduce himself, so...i'll just move on. the vice president, jihyo, is very kind but she's got an iron fist when it comes to work. she's really a lovely lady who's fought for her position and deserves it wholeheartedly." as junho explained, your interest in this mysterious president grew more and more. "the big positions of power are referred to as skz. there's like seven of them if you don't include the president. the pr team are so amazing as well, they go by misamo. it was really odd, one of our new hires said they were 'mothering'? i think that's a good thing, though."

eventually, the elevator reached the top floor. you took a deep breath, mirroring the one you inhaled before you entered. at the end of the long hallway were two large doors, and a quiet conversation could be heard, although it was unintelligible.

"may i come in?" junho called, knocking on the door.

"no." a male voice said, almost instantly after junho asked. "we're busy."

"respectfully, sir...be quiet. you may come in, junho. we just finished our conversation." a new voice replied, female and with authority.

"i could fire you with just a snap of my fingers." the first voice hissed, eliciting an incredulous laugh from the woman.

"please, be rational. you know your company can't function without me." the man went silent, meaning this woman was correct.

the doors opened to an expensive office. not only was it absolutely enormous, it was furnished incredibly well. on one side there was a large mahogany desk covered in papers and writing utensils. a laptop sat on the side, haphazardly teetering on the edge. you wanted to push it more onto the desk. behind the desk was a beautiful bookcase taking up the entire wall, sporting both business books and classic literature. on the other side was a sitting area in front of a windowed wall that allowed the viewer to marvel at the sight of the bustling city from above.

there were three people in different areas of the room. you observed and took notes on each one. two men, one woman.

the woman had long black hair that cascaded down her shoulder in perfect waves. she held a cup, which with closer observation you determined was filled by some sort of smoothie. when you came in, she smiled warmly at you. judging by how she held herself and the authority that radiated from every bone in her body, this was definitely the vice president, jihyo.

sitting in a chair near the president's desk was one of the two men. he didn't even noticed you and junho's arrival, as he was much too preoccupied with looking at...cat pictures? when he noticed your imploring gaze, he showed you his phone.

"these are my cats. aren't they lovely?"

this man was a little odd. but what he lacked in normality (which was such a vague word already) he made up for in attractiveness, because unashamedly you'd admit he was sexy as hell. he was lean, with unreachable beauty and neatly styled hair that was almost some sort of burgundy shade. he looked like he could be a heartthrob with those visuals. but he was not the man who'd turned junho away, so you determined he was not the president.

you nudged junho slightly. "who's he?"

"minho. he's the chief operating officer. he seems cold at first, but he's great. he's also the president's closest friend. him and jihyo are really the only ones who can even attempt to influence the guy and succeed."

"junho, please stop talking about me as if i'm not in the room. i'm not deaf." the voice from before came from the man standing at the window. this was the one who'd been talking before, with his embarrassingly attractive australian accent. then he turned around, and your voice died in your throat.

he had wispy blonde hair with slight curls, and beautiful dark eyes. his face looked as if it had been sculpted by the gods themselves. he was wearing a black button-up with the sleeves rolled up, so that everyone could see his toned forearms. he matched this with ebony slacks and black leather shoes. from where he stood, the light scent of his cologne wafted into your nostrils and you swore you felt dizzy.

was this really your boss?

"is this the new hire? the one the chairman was raving about?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"yes, sir. you requested them to be hired, too. remember?"

when junho confirmed this information, he turned around, his piercing gaze fixing on you.

"i hope you're feeling eternally grateful. most people start at the bottom. you see, this company is like a ladder. most people have to pull themselves up rung by rung until the skin on their hands is calloused and bruised. that's how i got here, that's how jihyo got here, and that's how everybody else at this damn company got to where they are now." his words were cold. "and today, you start your very first day as an executive assistant. completely skipping over the ladder and landing at the top. do not assume this means you have privilege, because the moment you slip up, you're out."

although his words were harsh, each vowel and consonant dripping with venom, they made sense.

"i understand, sir." you replied.

"good. i don't think i'd be able to operate with an idiot masquerading as my assistant."

the moment those words left his mouth, a strong sense of dislike grew in your bones, inching up to your brain. was he taking you for an idiot? it was already amazing enough of the feat you’d accomplished.

“sir, if i may—“ you began, but minho cut you off.

“choose your next words carefully, please. he’s like a beast when he gets mad.”

you sighed, remaining composed to the best of your abilities.

“i’d appreciate it if you did not speak so rashly about my position as your assistant. the person who approved my appointment was the chairman himself, and he had every right to put me at the bottom of the ladder, where i would’ve put in my all to climb to the top anyways.” you spoke firmly, precisely.

“is that all?” the president spoke. jihyo gave him a warning look. it was funny. she was merely the vice president yet held so much power over him. he looked back at her, gritting his teeth.

"one more thing, and then i will be done. what's your name? i can't keep referring to you as 'the president' in my head."

he let out a chuckle.

"it's christopher. christopher bahng." he looked you up and down, his lips curling into a smirk. "i think i'm going to like you."

you were not going to like him.

...

as the hours turned into days, and the days turned into weeks, you settled into your new job. however, your dislike for your boss only grew with each passing moment. he rarely ever talked to you. the only times he did were to critique your performances and bark new orders. it was absolutely insufferable.

"did you call a car?" he asked as you followed him out of the hotel. he walked quickly, you almost had to jog to keep up with him. even the back of his head was annoying, with his...beautiful hair...ugh! that was one of the most annoying things about christopher fucking bahng - his stupid hair on his stupid head with his stupidly handsome face. why'd such a lovely appearance have to be paired with such an awful personality? god had definitely been giggling as he made the guy.

"yes, mr. bahng. it'll be here any second. we'll be at the airport at 10:53am, as the morning traffic thins." you replied almost robotically. you kept these thoughts to yourself. it wasn't worth it, bad-mouthing your boss, with the type of salary you were receiving.

"good. you're getting better." he said slyly. you squinted at him.

"getting better at what, may i ask? i think i've excelled at this job from the beginning, sir. you picked me yourself."

"-from a lineup of assistants just as qualified as you. calm down. you are talented yes, but you are not special." you bit your tongue, clenching your fist to keep yourself from swinging it at his perfect cheekbones. "you're getting better at following my instructions. you've got a sharp tongue, but at least you're polite about it. do you really want to know why i picked you?"

"enlighten me, bahng." you said, in an irritated tone you probably should not have used towards your boss. thankfully, it really only made him let out a low chuckle, biting his full bottom lip.

"i'd found myself in a sticky situation. narrowing executive assistant candidates down to four or five was already enough of a task in itself, because every single person on that goddamn list was extremely qualified. and then, i got to your portfolio. there was something about the way you stared at the camera in your photo. it was so...intriguing, i wanted to learn about everything. what makes you happy, what ticks you off, every little thing."

you raised an eyebrow.

"you sound like you want to fuck me or something." the words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them, and chris basically roared with laughter.

"there is no way you just said that to your boss." he said in between gasps of breath. "please remember even if we aren't the office, this is still a professional relationship."

and then he leaned in, his breath tickling your ear.

"and who knows, maybe i do? wait and see." your cheeks heated significantly at his comment. as he noticed this, he laughed again. "you're so fun to play with."

you huffed at his comment, tuning him out when you spotted something in your peripheral. it was an old lady, crossing the road with shaky legs as she leaned for dear life onto her cane. she leaned a little too far, the cane giving out. the poor lady tumbled to the ground. chris noticed this too.

"stay here." he handed you his things and rushed over to the lady, helping her up and reaching an arm around her protectively. you watched in awe as he helped her gently across the street, before, kneeling down and looking up at her.

"are you okay, ma'am? that was quite a fall." he said softly. "are you hurt?"

the elderly woman blushed at his comment.

"such a gentleman! i almost didn't think kids like you had respect anymore." she cooed, smiling widely at chris. "i think i scraped my knee a bit. do you have a bandage or something like that, boy?"

he nods.

"yes, my assistant has a first aid kit. yn, can you get it out?" you'd never seen this side of him. was this who he was under that awful exterior? you reached into your bag, looking around until you found the first aid kit. you knelt down beside chris, carefully applying the band-aid over the woman's knee. when you finished, she gave you a big kiss on the cheek before hobbling away.

after she left, the sleek black car you'd called for chris pulled up, and he got inside. as you went to close his door and sit in the shotgun seat, he pulled you into the back. you sat there, pressed into his side. if it was affecting him, he clearly wasn't showing it.

"i, um, didn't know you had that side of you." you said quietly. your boss turned to look at you.

"i just see no need to act like that at work. see, i believe giving somebody respect is the highest blessing you could ever be gifted. i always try to give that to people."

"then why don't you try to act like that at work? junho is older than you, and so is jihyo." you asked. chris sighed.

"work doesn't really count to me. sometimes, kindness doesn't equate to business. this business is cutthroat and if you're sweet and soft, people will take advantage of you. it's sad, yet true." he said firmly, before adding in a softer voice. "i don't love acting like that, though. i feel really bad."

and yet, that was your first implication that there was a heart in christopher bahng's body. a truly beautiful heart it was, like a rose with blooming petals of scarlet and maroon. it was just too far underneath the thorns for some people, including you, to see. and you were determined to scrounge through your things to find a clipper.

while your boss was out meeting with jihyo, you sat in one of the plush sitting chairs, legs crossed, a copy of fyodor dostoyevsky's crime and punishment in your lap. the harrowing tale of raskolnikov's crimes and his fucked-up family bored you out of your mind, but it was the only book in chris' library that you'd actually read. it was pouring rain outside, adding a gentle atmosphere to the room.

chris slammed the door behind him as he entered, obviously annoyed. behind him, junho shot you a sympathetic look.

"what the hell do you think you're doing?" chris snapped. you looked up at him, bored, before flipping the page. "i assigned you a whole bunch of shit to do!"

"and it's done." you replied solemnly. chris sighed, slumping into the seat across from you, resting his head in his hands. after a little while, he peeked through his fingers to stare at you.

"is it actually?" when he realized you were telling the truth, a smile stretched across his face. god, he had dimples?!

"yeah, i couldn't sleep last night, so i pulled an all-nighter and finished it all. now i'm just reading this boring-ass book. it's got a good plot, though." you were rambling, probably a result of your tired brain having trouble functioning. "it's very interesting to me how dostoyevsky portrays the gradual loss of raskolnikov's sanity."

chris quirked an eyebrow. all of a sudden, he turned to junho, who wore a worried expression upon his face. chris’ face was unreadable, before he finally spoke up.

"junho, make sure nobody comes in here for the rest of the day." he ordered. junho scribbled this down.

"sir, what are you thinking- what if jihyo or minho or hell - even the chairman comes? you're not thinking this through. act rationally."

"nobody. comes. in." he repeated firmly. junho sighed, knowing that it was hopeless to try and argue.

"whatever you say, sir." junho sent you a look before leaving. "let's go, yn."

"nope. they're staying here." chris said. it was obvious junho was biting his tongue at the comment, but he didn't push it. after he left, chris turned to you.

"you can sleep on the couch. it's very comfortable. i don't want to disturb you, okay? if you need anything, i'll be at my desk, getting some work done." chris said softly, as if it was a delicate topic. his demeanor had changed so drastically from how he was speaking to junho versus how he spoke to you. you thanked him and laid down, dozing off the second your head hit the pillow. you slowly drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

chris was not okay. he was so sure that it'd be easy as hell, that he could just tune you out, but he couldn't stop looking. your eyes were shut, your lips were slightly parted, and your face was especially serene. he didn't want to think such unprofessional things about his fucking assistant, but god, he couldn't help but daydream about you, looking as tranquil as you did now, beside him in bed one day. maybe he'd chuckle gently as you breathed softly in and out, your face half smushed into the pillow. he'd pull you closer, his arms wrapping around you- he shook his head, fighting off the fantasies.

from the moment junho had brought you into his office - no. from the moment he saw you on that portfolio, a neutral expression upon your beautifully blessed face, it was like the pearl encrusted gates at heaven had opened for him. he had berated himself for this feeling. "you've never even met them, for fuck's sake!" he'd hissed to himself, clenching a fist. "you'll meet them, and they'll turn out to be the biggest bitch you've ever met. wait and see."

and then you didn't.

because god felt like fucking with him, you had the most beautiful personality. a heart of gold with wit and a sharp tongue, paired with your drop-dead gorgeous appearance? you were gonna kill him if you weren't careful.

maybe he just had to distance himself from you, so that these butterflies, this pounding in his heart, all of these symptoms only a crazy person would develop would cease to exist. love was only going to get in the way.

...

as quickly as chris’ affection came for you, it slipped away, as if it were the final months of summer before weeks of cold.

you didn’t want to admit it, but the soft side of chris pushed you over the edge. beneath his layers of cold, hard steel was this truly gentle heart, and you couldn’t get that out of your head. not only was he...devilishly handsome, he had a golden heart to go along with it? plus, he was rich. package deal.

however, after the day when you slept in his office, you rarely saw him anymore. he gave you lots and lots of desk work, leaving you confined to the office building to look over projects and finances for him.

"i'm your assistant, mr. bahng. i should be by your side when you need it." you'd tried to argue. you wanted to be closer. you wanted him to show you that side of him nobody else saw. but he shook his head, biting his lip.

"that's junho's job. he's my secretary. you're my assistant. nothing more, nothing less. get back to work." the words impaled you in the heart, poison upon the arrow's tip. you looked away to fight your tears.

"alright." you said quietly. "i'll get back to work. promise." you left his office, shoes clicking on the floor as you rushed to junho's desk to tell him what happened.

out of anybody at the company, junho was your closest confidant. he was an older brother to you, guiding you along as you navigated the churning waters that essentially was the company. he was also your therapist. (not really unpaid or anything, you'd get him coffee in the mornings as a thank you for putting up with you.)

as always, junho's words of advice were your lighthouse in this grey haze chris had induced upon you. one cloudy thursday, a week or two later, you walked into work, stepped into the sleek metal elevator, and shot to the top. junho was working at his desk, typing away almost robotically.

"i brought you your coffee." you grinned, setting it on his desk. "brewed just the way you like it, jun. the barista says hi, by the way." at once, his face lit up.

"god, you're a lifesaver! i've been so out of it this morning. i love you to pieces, yn." junho was so relieved he got up, giving you a tight hug before chugging the coffee down in a few sips. "which barista?"

as you launched off into the story, you had absolutely no idea chris had been there, leaning against the wall, hearing every single thing. sure, it was "eavsdropping", but then again, he was the president. who could fire him? (jyp could.) chris thought your relationship with junho was...odd, to say the least. he'd tried convincing himself it was platonic. it had to be. there was no way you'd be with someone like junho! he'd been with a lot of people, last time chris checked. what if you were the next to have your heart carelessly crushed by the elegant sole of junho's burberry shoe? chris didn't like the idea of that one bit.

he was supposed to be distancing himself from you, not falling even harder for you. and he knew junho was a good person, he'd been close with chris for many, many years. and yet, just looking at the warm smile on junho's face as you rambled made chris want to smack it off him.

"i should get back to work." he sighed, turning around and slamming his office door shut. he wanted to go out there so bad, but he knew it was for the best to remain mature.

"was that chris slamming his door? don't tell me he's still in a mood." you huffed, and junho raised an eyebrow at you.

"you wanna talk about it? we can go out to dinner, my treat. i can help you choose something to say to confront him tomorrow morning, okay?"

you smiled, patting junho on the shoulder. "your siblings are so lucky."

chris wasn't stalking you, per se, he just saw you get into junho's car after work. as he watched junho lead you into the restaurant, figurative steam shot out of his ears. he'd be damned if he was going to lose you to his secretary. he'd deduced that this distancing thing was not a great idea, as you two had only been growing closer and him attempting to grow apart from you only upped his longing. and he would fight, kicking and screaming for you. you'd left an imprint on his soul, one he could try and wash off again and again, but it was like a tattoo. and you weren't getting away from him that easily.

you slept really well that night, prepared to confront your boss. you'd even gotten to work early, chatting idly with chaeryeong as she set up her things for the day. however, her intercom went off, resounding with a very familiar australian voice.

"is yn with you?" chris asked.

"oh, yes, sir," chaeryeong said quickly and frantically. she wasn't used to the president using the intercom so casually. she'd told you at most usually jihyo or minho used it. "what about them?"

"they're needed in my office. asap." his voice was firm, final. chaeryeong wished you luck, taking your hand in hers and squeezing it tightly. as you stepped into the same elevator you rode every day, it felt like it was shrinking. why were you scared? you were going to march in there and tell him everything.

when you made it to his office, he was leaning against his desk, wearing a black pinstripe jacket over his black button-up. he didn't notice you coming in, but when he did his gaze zeroed in on your expression.

"come, close the door and sit down."

you felt like a child being scolded, as you shut the doors behind you. as you sat down in the chair, chris sighed, massaging his temples.

"i'd like to remind you, it is not a good idea to have a relationship with a co-worker. it's a horrid idea, frankly." you tilted your head, confused. what was he talking about?

"what are you going on about?" you asked him, genuine confusion in your voice.

"i'm saying, please think about being in a relationship with junho. he's much older than you, and if you break up with him you'll have to see him every day, and i've heard he's a player-"

"wait, mr. bahng...are you jealous?" you asked incredulously, and chris looked away, the tips of his ears red. "oh my god, you are."

"shut up!" he said, sounding like a child, eliciting a laugh out of you.

"mr. bahng...i hope you know i'm not dating junho. he's thirty-three, for fuck's sake! he's like a brother to me. and i thought we fucking had something, you know, but then you decided to just push me away as if i was some replaceable assistant of yours."

chan groaned, slumping against his desk.

"don't play around with my feelings." he hissed.

"i'd never." you protested. his eyes met yours. time slowed to a halt as you lost yourself in his gaze. when his lips parted to speak, you were in a trance.

"i hope you mean that, i really do." he sighed. "everything i have done so far has been for you. from the moment i saw your picture, i thought you'd be dangerous to bring in because i wouldn't be able to keep myself away from you. i prayed that you'd at least have some nasty personality, but of course you had to walk in here as the most lovely person i've ever met. i want to hold you in my arms, i want to kiss you until your lips are swollen and bruised, i want to feel your palm against mine. you are a sword, and your essence is the poison upon it. and god, i would ingest every drop. i would stab my heart just so my arteries and valves could be flooded with the very idea of you. i am a drought, you are the spring rain. if i am a body, falling apart after being mutilated, you are asclepius, healing my broken body with your gentle, golden touch. i will lay here, pliant and void as you carefully thread your silver needle and stitch me back together. what have you done to me?"

you didn't know what to do. your boss, who you had impromptu feelings for, had just confessed to you.

so you grabbed him by the tie, pulling in for a kiss. your lips crashed together and you gave him a second to decide if he wanted this or not, before his hand grabbed the back of your head his lips met yours with a fiery passion that was not there the first time. your hands went to the wood of the desk and he flipped you around, lifting you up onto the desk. his large hands slid down to your hips as you opened your mouth slightly, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. after making out you were panting, he moved his fixation to your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your skin. his hands moved up to unbutton the top of your shirt, allowing himself better access to your collarbone. as he bit down slightly, a yelp escaping your lips. he looked up at you.

"i'm going to make you make that sound again. and again. and again." he said lowly, his lips finding their place on your body again.

that is, until a knock sounded on the door, echoing throughout the office.

"mr. bahng? it's jihyo. do you have a minute?" chris stared at you, his eyes wide, before ushering you into the office's bathroom and shutting the door. while you waited for jihyo to finish talking to him, you checked out your appearance in the mirror.

you had a growing bruise right beneath your collarbone.

"you can come out now." chris' voice sounded from the other side of the door. you opened it, pointing to your fresh bruise. his mouth dropped open.

"i am so sorry-" he began, laughing. his cheeks were rosy. it looked good on him, you thought to yourself. but you felt better knowing it was the product of your flirtations.

"it's okay, at least it can be hidden by my shirt." you sighed, and chris went to wrap an arm around your waist. "you're coming on very strong, christopher."

"i know. but you love it." he grinned. "and please, call me chan. it's my korean name."

"it's beautiful. your mother named you well."

you decided then and there that everything the universe put you through was for this moment. the endless stairs to the top ended with a man as lovely as chris falling for you. there was no need for luck or any sort of manifestations you'd slave over, wishing and waiting for them to come true. you were happy. that was all that mattered.

...

you laid on the couch, a blanket over your shivering body. you didn't want to call in sick, you'd been in the midst of such an important project, but chris insisted it was for your own good. you downed your mug of lukewarm green tea, which did absolutely nothing to soothe your dry throat. the door to your apartment opened, and chris walked in, carrying a large bag.

"okay, so i've got some decongestants, cough medicine, chicken noodle soup, more tea bags, tissues, and saline." he said, counting on his fingers. "oh, and i got you that candy you said you were craving.

your lips stretched upward at his words, and you rolled over to face him.

"you seem a bit better than yesterday," he smiled, his dimples showing as he knelt down beside you. "still, rest up and let me do all the heavy lifting. i want you to recover fully."

"you don't need to baby me, though." you whined, embarrassingly sounding very much like a child. it was definitely from the sickness. chris chuckled at your comment. "don't laugh at me, channie!"

"i'm not, i'm not. there's a different between taking care of you and babying you, y'know." he brushed a stray hair of yours out of your face, giving you a soft kiss on your cheek. his lips brushing against your skin was always the best feeling.

"i'm gonna get you sick..." you said softly, and he shook his head.

"if i get sick, i did it nursing the love of my life back to health. it's a worthy sacrifice, don't you think?"

you truly hoped and prayed with all your being that instead of praying at the altar, your hands would be wrapped around chan's tightly standing there. you'd look for him in the sun, the moon, the sky, and the stars. in the deepest parts of the sea and the highest peaks of the himalayas.

the gods had bestowed you with the gift that was christopher bahng, and you would cherish him, forever and evermore.

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[tumblingxelian]

Wednesday Fanfic Concept - Rivals and Roommates to Lovers

Summary: With her parents fast approaching for a string of "Family Therapy Sessions" and with the looming promise of their intervention in her nonexistent love life, Wednesday is forced to take drastic action.

"Enid, Barclay, I have need of one or both of your assistance in a little deception for the duration of my parents extended visit."

Concept: Wednesday's parents are coming weeks before parents day for multiple family therapy sessions at Kinbotts suggestion. They also insinuated they would use this chance to introduce Wednesday to some 'respectable suitors', much to her chagrin.

Wanting an excuse to bail on them at a whim, use others to distract them & something to obscure their interests in playing match maker she corners Enid & Bianca after fencing (With Yoko & Divina watching) to request one or both of them play the role of paramour.

Flabbergasted shock and intrigued amusement reign but discussions do happen; though be it not all at once as the topic brings up... Revelations.

Enid is willing to go along with things cos she's a friend but does expected some repayment in girls nights. She is also insistent the fake relationship be healthier than her parents decades long marriage and is very committed to it.

Bianca is more put off at first, but a blend of anger at Xavier, competitiveness, and the desire to extract Wednesday's promise to help them win the fencing tournament is enough to get her to go along with it.

There are revelations however that come fast and quick:

Outcasts of high standing do practice arranged marriages, but it is possible to cancel them as they are more a ceremonial idea to maintain alliances.

However the process to do so without creating huge problems or looking stupid requires several steps to be met for everyone's pride.

Wednesday is furious she was not told she had fiancé's (Her parents never intended to force the issue they just didn't want to bring it up until they felt she'd not actively cause a political incident out of spite)

Bianca is furious Xavier lied to her about having no prior commitments or relationships as it has become evident he never intended to stay with her in the first place.

Enid was the one who actually figured out there would be arranged marriages due to culturual osmosic and snooping.

Yoko is roped into assisting with the cancellation process, & Divina into helping helping stage semi real dates.

Thing was assigned to spy on Weems so he's missing all this.

Said fake dates and manufactured confessions of interest primarily exist to give the relationship legitimacy for the romantic Addams:

Wednesday: My parents are romantics at heart, they can readily accept mny things if it fits a narrative they would like to see spun.

Bianca: Oh do tell, what made us so perfect for the role of your paramours?

Wednesday:... With yourself Barclay, they would hardly question the simmering tensions that can emerge between rivals of the blade and intellect. Though your penchant for social climbing would perhaps raise eyebrows given my tastes otherwise.

Bianca: Oh how charming.

Enid: So what about me, they seemed kind of put off by my pastels.

Wednesday: Surprise would certainly echo in their otherwise empty heads. However it is not unprecedent given my uncle Festers tastes in women and for all our differences... You are very careful with my eccentricities.

Yoko: Rivals to lovers, oh my god they were room mates; fake relationship 400K slow burn, another win for the gays! (cackling)

Romantic inspiration moments discussed include:

Wednesday forcefully revaluating her opinion of Enid after she threatened Wednesday on the first night and revaluating her opinion of Bianca after her loss in their first duel. (Her parents find both the roommate romance and rivals to lovers very inspired)

She confessed to Enid recently, after seeing her maul the schools bus in a rage & Bianca a few days later after a roof top duel in the rain that ended in a draw. (There was wine drinking from each others glasses before & after, cos while this is all staged, Wednesday is not a some uncivilized boor who won't treat her dates well)

Enid romantic moments are Wednesday helping with the Poe Cup & she says she used to crush on Bianca before she dated Xavier. When Xavier is pissy about Wednesday "Breaking things off" and her refusing to sit near him in class, Enid goads him by kissing Wednesday's cheek and then mocking him at fencing.

Xavier loses it, but throws his sword at Bianca rather than Enid thinking its her scheme and Enid attacks him. So violently that they Yoko, Divina, & Coach Vlad just to hold her back. (The former two actually know Enid's temper)

For Bianca the moments would be Wednesday's words to her before the Poe Cup forcing her to take a look at her truly and parse her feelings regarding the matter of Xavier, followed by the roof top duel.

While for Enid it would be seeing her efforts to maul Xavier and them having a "Talk" after the fact. Her & Enid's relationship is framed as "Seeing where it goes" while their interest in Wednesday and hers in them is more direct.

Naturally real feelings start to or are already developing. They also time it all before the dance so they can make their dramatic debut.

Also thanks to his spying Thing learns that Weems is in talks with the Mayor regarding the monster and seems to know something, so they get confirmation of it from that angle rather than Xavier's art and the cave.

This also means Thing is flabbergasted when returning to the room & seeing Bianca there, putting herself right in the middle of the room, to mildly intrude on Wednesday's space but not go overboard. This is to be in contrast to Enid who is more careful with Wednesday's boundaries but sometimes to the point of inaction.

Xavier's inability to respect Wednesday's boundaries or words & Wednesday hating Galpin's dad and finding Tyler confusing (Cos of his rambling about signals) is why she didn't go to them. Meanwhile Eugene makes her think of her brother which squicks her out so he was off the table.

Also parents day likely ends up hella more dramatic and Bianca and Enid get some big development from their mutual mom situation. Plus Wednesday realizing she's growing… protective.

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[enjoy-the-butterf1ies]

Everywhere, Everything-

CL16 (Chapter 2/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc × female!reader

Series Summary: In which a rising singer gets her biggest break yet; opening at the Austin Grand Prix. All record companies would have their eyes on her- along with a certain monegasque driver.

Trope: Slow burn with a mix of other tropes in there (He fell first, one bed, roommates, all the good ones!)

Chapter Summary: After the performance of her dreams, Y/N finally heads back to her hotel room. But a certain mix up sends Charles and Y/N headfirst into meeting- literally.

Warnings: Cussing, rushed chapter, probably typos 🫣

You were sure Diane’s screeches would deafen you at any minute. Wincing, you pulled the phone away from your ear in an effort to quiet her. No avail.

“Y/N this is huge!!” She squealed. “They loved you, love, love, loved you! I could totally tell, the energy even on TV- oh my god-“

You chuckled. Despite her nearly unintelligible screams, you could tell your manager was genuinely happy for you. “Yeah I’m literally, like, speechless right now,” You whispered. You fumbled the hotel keys from your pocket, staring at the door of your hotel room. You allowed yourself to drink the events from the night in. You felt euphoric, on top of the world. “Okay Diane, I gotta go. I’m exhausted. I stayed behind to watch the other bands and help them clean up afterwards. Sometimes I’m truly too kind.”

Diane laughed. “Yeah yeah, you’re definitely a saint,” She joked. “Get some shut eye. I have a feeling tomorrow is gonna be filled with chatter about you.”

After a quick goodbye, you swiped the key card to your hotel room. Fancy.

A little too fancy, in fact.

Any other night- any normal night- you would never be able to afford staying at this hotel. It was one of the best in Texas, reserved for only the richest of the rich. Thank god the band you opened for booked and paid for your room. You suppose staying back and helping them clean was the least you could do to thank them.

Swinging the door open, you shuffled into the room quickly, afraid of looking too out of place in that hallway. Perhaps the fact that the lights were already on in the room should’ve set you off, or maybe the pile of hoodies and t-shirts on the floor. But you didn’t even get a chance to question any of it because as soon as you looked up, you slammed headfirst into a taller man.

“AHH, WHAT THE HELL??!” You screamed, backing up in fear, grabbing whatever defense you could possibly find. Your guitar. That would do. You held it up like a baseball bat, hopefully threatening him more than he threatened you.

Not that he was threatening you, the man had backed up in fear, holding his hands up in confusion. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” He shouted, eyes wide. You picked up on a sweet accent in his voice. “What- What is this- Why are you in my hotel room?!”

“Your hotel room?!” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at that statement. Still, you didn’t drop the guitar. “This is mine, I had a friend of mine book it for me.”

“Okay, well let’s just put the guitar down and we’ll figure it out,” The man said calmly. “I’ve been staying in this room for the past few days, I’m fairly confident it’s mine.” He chuckled a little bit at you.

Your eyebrows furrowed deeper at his amusement. Slowly, you lowered the guitar and tried to stand as confident as possible. “Okay…” You muttered. Now that you weren’t seeing red anymore, the man in front of you looked awfully familiar. His deep green eyes and pointy nose stood out to you, something about his scruffy brown hair was comforting. But you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

Charles inhaled deeply. The moment you stepped into his room he recognized you, instant flashbacks to your beautiful performance. Ideally, his first meeting with you wouldn’t have been giving each other concussions and you threatening him with a guitar- but beggars can’t be choosers. His hands found their way to his phone, showing you in an effort to calm your fears. “Let me give the hotel a call,” He offered.

You watched the familiar man wander into another room, on call with the hotel manager. You could still hear his voice, hardly making out bits and pieces of the conversation. “Okay… What… None at all… Why…” Is all you could hear. You sighed and checked your watch. It was 1:30 in the morning. So much for you getting a good nights rest.

Eventually the man came back out, waving his phone on the air. “So, uh… the hotel screwed up and double booked this room,” He said. You blinked in confusion. “They didn’t realize I was already staying here.”

“Oh, okay, well are they going to get me another room?” You nodded, bouncing on your heels. You were really freaking tired.

The man grimaced. “I tried, they said literally every single room in this hotel is taken,” He said sheepishly.

Your eyes widened. “What?? Then where the hell am I supposed to stay?” You rubbed your face in your hands. Frustration instantly consumed you. “Just lovely.”

The man rubbed the back of his neck. “We could try calling around- although most places are probably closed and- yeah…” He realized the error of his word as he said it. “Many many places have been completely booked because of the Austin Grand Prix this weekend. It may be difficult to find somewhere safe in this hour.”

As soon as the words Grand Prix left his mouth, the gears in your brain clicked. The man standing in front of you was an F1 driver, and not just any F1 driver; it was Charles fucking Leclerc. “Holy shit,” You breathed out.

Charles took your sigh as a breath of frustration. “We could possibly share the room tonight,” He offered. The words spilled out faster than he could stop them and he kicked himself for even offering that. You two were strangers, what girl would want to spend the night in a strangers hotel room? “I’m Charles, uh Charles Leclerc by the way.” He stuttered out. There. Now he wasn’t a stranger anymore.

The corners of your lips turned slightly upward, but your eyes were still wide at his offer. You were surprised he would say something like that, being who he is. “I know,” You finally said. He furrowed his eyebrows a bit and you spoke up quickly. “I mean- don’t worry, I swear I’m not a crazy fan or anything. I do enjoy F1 but it’s not to the point where I’m like insane- okay, I just watch it from time to time and you’re- you know. Yeah.” You shut yourself up. “I’m Y/N L/N.”

Charles smiled widely. “I know,” Now it was your turn to be confused. He swallowed nervously. “Your performance tonight was nothing short of incredible. I’ve never seen anything like it.” You had no idea how sincerely he meant that statement.

Your mouth hung slightly agape when he said this. You were unable to comprehend that someone so famous would even pay attention to your music. Much less be impressed by it. Your shoulders instantly relaxed at this easy conversation, all the fear from the beginning of the night was slowly fading away. “That means a lot, thank you,” You laughed, unable to stop the light blush forming on your cheeks. Charles couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your laugh. You fidgeted. “I think we could work out sharing this hotel room, just for tonight. I’m exhausted.”

Charles nodded. “Only if you promise not to beat me with your guitar in my sleep,” He joked. You giggled heartily at that and Charles immediately felt weak in the knees. “There’s only one bed but there’s a small couch right over there. You can have the bed, I really don’t mind.”

“Oh? Thank you so much,” You said sincerely. He just shrugged and started moving all his items off the bed for you. You were taken aback by his kindness. First he let you stay in the room, and now he’s letting you have the bed. It was shocking to say the least. But then again, so was this whole situation. “This is weird, right?”

“Very weird,” He chuckled. He met your gaze with sincere eyes. “But I’d rather have you stay here than go out to look for a hotel room on your own. We’ll figure out everything else tomorrow.” He paused. “If you’re okay with that.”

You scoffed, finally setting down all of your bags. It felt amazing to get the extra weight off your shoulders. You tucked them neatly beside the door and gave Charles another grateful smile. This could be the worst mistake of your life, were you crazy for agreeing to spend the night in this hotel room with him? Sure, it was nothing creepy. He was an F1 driver, he was far too famous to kill you in your sleep. Right?

Hopefully right?

“Yeah, it’s all good,” You nodded, flopping down on the bed. You let out a deep groan as exhaustion overtook you. Your hesitation was forgotten.“I’m so tired.” Your voice was muffled from the sheets.

Charles chuckled and took a pillow off the bed. You eyed him as he did so. “What? I need a pillow to sleep at least,” He said in defense.

“Ah, right,” You sat up and held out a blanket to him. “Probably need that too.”

“Just a little,” He smiled at you as he took the blanket. He felt his fingers brush against yours for a millisecond, and thoughts of holding you close flashed in his mind. He pushed them down immediately. Nope. Not tonight. The last thing he wanted to do was creep you out by getting nervous around you. Just be normal, Charles. Normal.

You then disappeared into the bathroom to change. One deep skincare routine later, you returned to the bed, surprised to see Charles still awake. He was sitting on the couch, listening to music from his phone. His smile was wide.

“This song is incredible,” He said happily, flipping his phone to show you an all-too-familiar album cover. It was your very own song, one of the first ones you had ever written. It was inspired by your childhood dog, but all of your friends and family said it was a beautiful love ballad. You’d never correct them.

You grinned widely at him. “Thanks,” Was all you could get out. You were surprised he even found your little spotify account, it only has 60 or so monthly listeners after all. “It was one of my first songs I ever wrote, kinda weird to look back on now.”

Charles hummed in approval. He watched you sit down on the edge of the bed, full attention on him. “Well you just played in front of thousands of people,” He pointed out. “I’d be worried if it didn’t feel a little strange looking back on your old work. You’ve come a long way. That’s something to be proud of.”

You gave a soft smile to him, not sure what to say. You had never been complimented like this before. So genuine. His heart rate sped up at the sight of your grin. “I could say the same for you,” You finally spoke up. “P2 today, yeah I saw. I feel like you get better each race, despite all odds.”

Charles shrugged. “Racing is everything to me,” He simply said. “It’s always been a part of who I am. I’d be doing myself a disservice if I never improved.”

You nodded in understanding. “I know what you mean,” Charles eyes caught your gaze and, for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel so alone. “I think we’re meant to improve everyday, set new goals with every dream we make come true. That’s what it’s all about, I guess.”

Charles’ eyes crinkled in the corners, unable to tear his gaze away from you. “Yeah, it is isn’t it,”

You yawned widely, stretching your arms out as you did so. It was such a natural conversation between you two, you forgot just how late it was. “Thank you again for letting me stay the night here, I think it’s time for me to get some rest though,” You said shyly.

Charles swiftly stood to turn off the lights and the room was instantly blanketed with darkness. Outside the window, you could see city lights and the stars. It was breathtaking. You watched shadow of Charles’ body as he laid down on the small couch. ‘That can’t be comfortable’ you thought to yourself, biting your lip in guilt. Once again you internally thanked him for letting you use the bed. “Goodnight Charles,” You whispered, unsure if he even heard you.

His heart skipped a beat at the soft sound of your voice. “Night Y/N,” He said as he smiled to himself.

He closed his eyes, drifting to sleep, your beautiful music playing in his head.

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[maybeitsalivescribbles]

Febuwhump 5) Rope burns

(tw: a bit of blood)

“Whumpee !”

Caretaker rushed towards the thin silhouette on the ground. Their friend raised their head:

“Good to hear you, I- uuuuuh.”

“What ?”

Whumpee's eyes were fixed on their shirt.

“You're wounded ?”

Caretaker glanced at the blood stains that decorated their torso, then shrugged.

“No.”

Without waiting any more, they fell unto their knees, pulled out a knife, and cut the ropes that bound their friend. While they were doing this, Whumpee's voice resonated a little more nervously than Caretaker was used to hear :

“They're alive, right ? So they can be arrested ? Have a trial ? You know, justice and all that ?”

Caretaker severed the last ropes, wrapped Whumpee in their huge arms that hid their whole body, then slowly answered, carefully enunciating:

“Fuck that. They hurt you.”

“Yeah, I noticed, but – justice ?”

“Fuck justice, fuck laws, fuck these great concepts. They didn't help you when you needed them, why should I care about them ? The only thing I want is to wrap you in cotton so you’ll never feel any pain again, and make you soup tonight.”

“I crave your soup since a while,” confessed Whumpee with a tired smile. “But wait.”

“Wait for what ? I'll get you out of here. All of this never happened.”

Whumpee shook their head and looked at their wrists. The ropes had left red marks all around them. They touched them with the tip of their fingers, and grimaced.

“It won't disappear like that.”

“What are you talking about ?”

“The burns. I tried to get free. I tried all the time. It doesn't hurt much, but when you spend days on the ground with nothing to do and ropes still rub on your skin and you can't do anything about it, it becomes annoying very fast. The marks won't leave when I'll step out of this room. That will take several days to heal.”

“Okay, but -”

Whumpee raised a hand, their eyes fixed on something invisible for anyone else:

“Whumper broke my ankle,” they said. “I raised a finger – the middle one, to be precise - and they just... stepped on me. Like I was a thing. Like it was the more obvious solution.”

Their lip quivered as their voice turned suddenly childish:

“It's – it's my bones. I was using them, you know.”

“You will use them again once they're fixed.”

Whumpee grabbed their arm.

“I won't have your soup tonight, Caretaker. I need to go to the hospital. And I can't go on as if nothing had happened. Things won't go back to normal all of a sudden. I love you, I love what you're trying to do, but I need you to slow down.”

Again, they showed their wrists:

“This will take time, and so will I.”

*

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