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Aries and leo (kyle and demar)

OKAY so this is gonna be a long one, im a leo but i have a lot of aries friends n people who im close to, after like 50 years of knowing me finally get told my bday n they're always like 'i thought you were an aries!' Idk why! So yea, long one!

Leos things are i guess they're like cats? They want your attention n if they don't get they, they will act like people they really aren't. Leos are HUGE actors. They loove actin the villain ESPECIALLY, or acting like they have inflated egos but not REALLY. They love pretending to be bigger than they really are (cough. Ja. Who's diseased with sun leo moon leo.) They HATE accountability for BAD things, they'll take the good things but stay away from any criticism. N i know bcs me using they instead of i to describe my own sign should be telling. People love to put out that leos are super cocky n prideful n they can SEEM to be, but it's really more internal than exterior. Leos just SHOW you exterior so they can SEEM exterior. You'll see a leo show off for his friends (WORST thing for a leo to do is SHOW OFF.. for someone. Because leos will turn into people they aren't all to impress the person they want attention from, they're that desperate), n think he's an annoying asshole! He doesnt have cognizance lol! But, in his head, 2 seconds after doin that he's actually zoned out thinking 'why the hell did i do that that's so embarrassing.'

You know??? Like it's EASY to put em in a box, but they HATE being put in a box. They're always MORE than what a person THINKS, they HAVE to be! That's their REAL pride, not a direct everything is about me, but similar. I know me personally.. i think the most selfish self-preserving thoughts ever. It's scary the lengths my mind will go to scenario me the only survivor of something. I HATE being in places I can't control because of it, like Rollercoasters (but i also love rollercoasters). The WORST and BEST thing a leo can do sometimes is get in their own head. Sometimes you can dig deep n realize that who you were yesterday SHOULDNT be you n it's NOT you n you gotta improve! Othertimes it's selfish thoughts that you don't think are selfish until 2 seconds later, which makes you hate yourself more because 'damn?? I was really ready to jump on that idea?? Wtf is wrong with me man!' LIKE! leos THINK, but they don't want others to THINK they THINK cus they want you to THINK they can do things without THINKING. namean? Like everything they do, they meant to. It's all gotta look entertaining but flawless to people.

N people reminding them they rlly aren't flawless can fly the wrong way. It's always personal, YOU sought out a problem in MY performance because YOU just hate MY jokes or MY shine. You don't ACTUALLY think it's terrible, you think I'M terrible. N that makes them realize everything was an act n that act wasn't even good. N that makes em think n a leo doesn't wanna think cus it CAN lead to progression, but it involves accountability and forced self change. Leos who always say 'oh im not LIKE other leos like im not the STEREOTYPE', you lowkey gotta watch out for. Cus yea, leos do get a stereotype but people gotta understand that it's just STRESSED. Those factors DO apply to leo, just not exactly in the way others perceive it to. A leo that recognizes that will be a leo who's still pretty prideful on the inside yeah, but will always TRY and improve. A leo will always try to be better than they once were. Fueled by pride because they always need a worse comparison, yeah, but when they reach a higher better level.. they ARE becoming better. THEY just gotta realize that even tho who they are now is better than who they once were.. it could be a low bar to beat. They COULDVE been really terrible, switched the flavor, n are now thinkin 'i don't gotta do anything. Im the best i can be now, definitely better than who i once was' n they stop THERE. it's easy for a leo to get stuck in the state of mind they think fits them. What a leo needs is to learn to realize n accept accountability n USE that pride into BETTERMENT.

I'm someone who doesn't take any criticism well because my first thoughts n reactions to it is 'you're disappointed. You hate me'. I have to MAKE myself step back n realize that's not the case. They're trying to actually HELP me. Not hate me. Even with school papers now, i have to look at the feedback, think out all the negative thoughts i instantly get from it, THEN come back like 'yeah this makes sense'

THATS where the aries leo connection comes in i think. People think they won't get along, aries and leo do things without thinking and that can lead to some hurtful or embarrassing stuff, but if they can both realize HOW bad they can get n are willing to try n improve from it, they can be a great duo. They have similar issues n similar solutions, moving on. Leos are quick to forgive themselves in a sense that they're forgiving their PRESENT self n hating the past. An aries can understand that because they work quick. Aries can be mean then flash into forgiveness. Leos and aries can hurt each other, realize they've hurt, and forgive each other as they move into a LARGER friendship FROM that. It seems weird to others, but it's just them! They GET it. They're both easily misinterpreted, and can bond from it.

Because a LOT of people can easily love an aries THEN hate them. An aries can be super sweet n funny, but for people who hold things for a long time with stagnant thought... they can hate them when an aries gets mad. Like my senior English teacher was an aries (zodiac girls in my class asked him), n whenever the previous class put him in a bad mood, he'd take it out on his honors class. Which isn't FAIR, but it's an aries. Aries gotta let stuff out. That's just how they operate. BUT because they gotta let things out, they can ALSO be super deep, direct, n SURPRISINGLY emotional. Lots of people just wrote my teacher off as a grump, but when he WAS happy, he was SUPER nice to us. Super sensitive to what we had to say, gave a big speech a lot about knowing we'd do well in whatever future lied ahead. Keeps in touch with his old students after they graduate. IT'S EASY to write them off as not sensitive, but they ARE. Just like it's easy to write off a leo for acting.

Aries can help a leo because they experience similar issues, but they NEVER act. They act on feelings, but they're FEELINGS. They don't care what they come off as, n i enjoy that a lot! THEY just need someone who's willing to wait it out whenever they're being an asshole. My teacher WAS a good teacher who DID like our class, but his attitude sometimes could just make a student hate him n that's it. Like.. idk. You CAN hate an aries, but you gotta learn you can love em as well. They're not ALWAYS gonna be like this, same as a leo. They both CHANGE. Not always for the better but they change n cus they share that, they can help each other thru the change

I think the beauty in an aries leo relationship is people thinkin they can be super toxic cus it makes sense. But they can a completely adverse direction and turn something terrible into something so beautiful cus THATS what they BOTH can do! Change !!

#my s/o is an aries n he can be an asshole but i love him ig 🙄#we met when we were both bullies tho n i threw rocks at him #middleschool ted.. bad ted. sometimes i gotta remember i still carry traits from the past n i may always #i just have to work on em to make em better but theyll always be there #anyways i had to move around a lot as a kid cus of alot tragedy in my life which isnt an excuse but an explanation i guess?#i dont victimize it n admit i was a dick #still can be so i gotta always take a step back n realize what im doin #but anyways ive lived rough so my first thought when moving is i gotta BE rough #so id move to a new school n my first goal was taking down the school bully which sounds heroic n COULDVE been #but no i just took down the school bully and became worse than him that was always the plan #most of the bullies were aries lol i know that cus id do whatever research i can on em to help learn what they hated #i couldve been puttin that energy into like idk! learnin the months in order or shit n i didnt n now im stupid!#it's not cool n im not proud of it 😭 but yeah one of my bullies turned out to be my s/o like YEARS years later #cus we both realized later that we sucked n we reconciled #PRETTY wild but thats how leos n aries operate n not everybody can always have the energy to take that!#i get it!#sometimes a leo n an aries gotta realize they can come across badly n it's on THEM #idk tho! these are just my thots! take em with a grain of salt lol!#this ones more analysis than funny! read if u want or dont idc!#thanks for askin! hope this helps u get at least what kyle demar get ig!#ted tumbunity things

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steddielations · 6 months

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Wayne pov, implied neglect, abandonment

Wayne gets a call from Hawkins Elementary that Eddie hasn’t been to school in two days.

They couldn’t get ahold of Al on the phone, as usual. Wayne hopes his suspicions are wrong, but he already knows what he’s going to find when he shows up to the shabby old house on Philadelphia street with a McDonald’s bag in hand.

His knock on the door goes unanswered, but he sees small fingers and big round eyes peeking through the side window blinds.

“Hey, Eddie, it’s your Uncle Wayne. Open the door, it’s alright.”

Eddie shuffles away from the window, but there’s still no answer.

“You hungry? I brought those nugget things you like, that’s all. Some kinda toy in here too.”

After a moment, the door slowly opens a sliver. One big button eye peeks through the crack and a pale skinny arm reaches out.

Wayne hands over the food. “Gonna let me come inside?”

Eddie’s arm snakes back in with the bag like a claw machine. But after another moment, the door swings open fully, revealing Eddie in rumpled clothes at least a couple days worn. The shadows under his eyes tell Wayne all he needs to know.

“Dad’s gone to the store,” Eddie smiles nervously, he didn’t inherit Al’s ability to lie behind it. “He said he’ll be right back.”

Wayne just nods as he comes inside. One look around confirms what he already knew. By the window, there’s a blanket and a scatter of candy wrappers and empty soda cans where Eddie’s been sleeping. Waiting and watching the driveway for Al.

This wouldn’t be the first time Al’s gone off and left Eddie to fend for himself. Wayne’s been helping out as much as he can since Eddie’s poor mama passed. He doesn’t know much about raising kids but he knows Al’s one dumb selfish bastard to be leaving Eddie alone for days since the ripe age of 8.

Wayne ignores the twist in his chest and the stab of anger he feels and doesn’t mention it. He follows Eddie to the coffee table in front of the couch where Eddie digs into the McDonald’s sack.

“School called and said you weren’t there. You feelin’ bad?” He reaches out, gently pushing back Eddie’s wild curls to feel his forehead. He’s surprised Eddie lets him, too busy scarfing down chicken nuggets. “No fever.” Wayne notes, but Eddie’s hair needs a good wash.

Eddie’s narrow shoulders slump a bit. He doesn’t look at Wayne, tearing open his chocolate milk with his teeth.

“I just— didn’t wanna go today. I hate school. Miss Taylor always gives me a bad behavior grade even when I act the best in class. She calls me Junior. Munson Junior.”

“Thought you liked being called Junior. Like your dad.”

Eddie shrugs, those shadows darkening on him. “Everyone forgets I have my own name too. Sometimes I just wanna be Eddie.”

Already, he’s feeling the weight of his last name. Al taught him to hotwire the second he turned 10 and how to pick locks even before that. Munson tradition, Al wouldn’t listen when Wayne told him that’s bullshit. What seem like cool tricks to Eddie now already make him guilty in everyone’s eyes. Wayne’s been feeling it all his life, thanks to his old man and now Eddie’s got Al to thank for making it even worse.

“That’s good, you just keep reminding them,” Wayne says, being careful with his next words. “When you finish that, why don’t you go pack a bag, alright? You can come stay with me until your dad gets back.”

Eddie goes stiff, chewing slower now. “It— it hasn’t been long. He said he’d be right back.” His eyes drift over to Wayne, checking to see if he buys it. Wayne doesn’t. So Eddie huffs, “I wanna stay here. I hate the trailer park.”

That’s just him repeating Al’s shit talk, so Wayne doesn’t take offense. “Your friend’s been askin’ about you. That little girl next door.”

Eddie perks up at that, “Ronnie?” Wayne nods and thinks that does the trick for a second, but Eddie stubbornly sulks again. “I can’t go. Dad told me to stay here until he gets back.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be here alone. You don’t have to be.”

“I’m not scared to stay by myself,” Eddie insists, sitting up straighter, looking even younger trying to look older. “Dad said I’m not a little kid anymore. I’m 10 now and I can look after myself. He taught me to use the stove and everything. I always do fine on my own.”

“So he’s been leaving a lot, then? You know you can call me to come pick you up,” Wayne tries not to frame it like it’s Eddie’s fault, pointing to where his phone number is pinned on the fridge with a magnet.

Eddie’s lip wobbles despite how he tries to square his jaw.

“There’s nothing wrong.”

“You ain’t—”

“You said to call if I need you and I don’t need you, Wayne! I'm fine!”

Eddie shoves the food away, his eyes wide and shiny when he cuts them back to Wayne. Not glaring with anger, just hurt.

“It’s not fine,” Wayne tells him, gentle as the first time he held him, just a tiny thing all bundled up in Elizabeth’s knitting. “Your dad’s got his head in his ass again. You can’t stay here on your own, no matter what he said. I ain’t leaving you by yourself.”

“I’m not going.” Eddie’s more pleading now than arguing. “I have to stay here so Dad can find me when he gets back. Don’t you get that? If I’m not here, I won’t see him.”

That’s what it’s really about, Eddie thinking it’s his responsibility to keep up with his Dad. Instead of the other way around.

“If he comes looking for you, he’ll know where to find you.” But Al won’t. It’s never Eddie that he comes back for. Wayne doesn’t tell Eddie that, but now Eddie’s starting to learn that on his own. Al proved it to him time and time again.

“Why do you even care?” Eddie’s angry now. But it’s not really Wayne that he’s mad at. They both know that.

“It’s alright, son, c’mon now.” Wayne reaches for him but Eddie quickly pushes his hand away.

“You aren’t my dad.” Tears escape with the words, and seeing his pain hurts Wayne more than anything he could say, or do. He pushes Wayne again. “So why do you care? Why are you here?”

He doesn’t need an answer, he just needs to let it out.

So Wayne sits there while Eddie shoves his chest and cries harder, “You aren’t my dad. Why do you care?” Wayne curls his hands around Eddie’s smaller ones as the question turns to, “Why aren’t you?” Then it’s a broken little sob of, “Why aren’t you my dad?”

Wayne catches Eddie when he finally tires himself out, and instead of pushing Wayne away, Eddie’s clinging to him. Eddie’s holding on like Wayne’s all he’s got left in the world. Wayne hugs Eddie to his chest, wishing there was more he could do.

Al put a hole in Eddie and he’s digging it deeper everyday, one that Wayne won’t ever quite fit into. He tries to fill it the best he can, giving Eddie the only bedroom in the trailer, going to the talent show because Al never makes good on his promises to be there for Eddie, not letting Eddie stay in this damn house alone waiting for someone who’s never gonna show up. Maybe Wayne’s not that someone, but he can still be here for Eddie. And he’s gonna be.

“C’mon, let’s get you outta here.”

#munson family stuff on the mind sorry #eddie munson #wayne munson #stranger things #ficlet #ronnie ecker #al munson #rueswriting #mp

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wannabeschyulersister · 2 months

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where’s that man who’d throw blankets over my barbed wire?

*another angsty carmy fic coming right up*

“Ma’am? I’m sorry but we will need the table if your guest hasn’t arrived yet,” the waiter told you. You could tell he felt embarrassed to have to practically kick you out after being stood up.

You set the nice white napkin that had been on your lap on the empty plate in front of you, “I understand. Thanks for keeping me company.”

The waiter helped you put your coat back on and you placed a nice tip on the table before walking out. It felt so humiliating to sit at that table for the past hour alone.

Carmen forgot your anniversary.

You had been perfectly fine celebrating your two year anniversary with him in your nice apartment but he was the one that wanted to go all out. He chose the fancy French restaurant and made the reservation.

He was also the one that didn’t show up.

At first, you began to panic, thinking that something had happened to him on his way to the restaurant. You must’ve texted him a dozen times. When you checked his location, you saw that he was at The Bear.

There’s no way that he would forget your anniversary. Right?

Well, he did.

You walked until you were able to find a cab. Part of you wanted to confront Carmen at The Bear but you didn’t want to make a scene. Despite how mad you were at him, you respected his place of business.

Instead of going there, you went to the apartment that you shared with Carmen to wait for him. You didn’t even bother changing out of the red dress that specifically bought for that evening when you made it home. Taking off your coat, you placed it on the hook and sat on the couch.

It was an hour later when you heard the jingle of keys and the front door open and close. “Babe? You here?”

You didn’t answer him as he walked into the living room.

He set his phone and keys down on the coffee table in front of you, “Hey, what are you all dressed up for?”

“Our anniversary dinner that was two hours ago.” You answered coldly.

Carmen froze as it dawned on him that he forgot, “Fuck. Babe, I’m so fuckin’ sorry. Things have been so hectic at the restaurant these last few days and it totally slipped my mind. My phone died a few hours ago. I’m so sorry.”

He sat down next to you and tried to grab your hand. You moved it out of his grasp. “I waited for you for an hour, Carmen. It was so embarrassing. The waiter made me leave because they needed the table. How could you forget?”

“I told you. It seemed like everything that could go wrong did today. We had three waitstaff out with the flu-“

You cut him off, “Syd could’ve taken care of things for one night so that you could go out with your girlfriend! Aren’t I important too?”

Carmen looked like that question pissed him off, “Are you seriously askin’ me that fuckin’ question?”

You stood up from the couch needing some space from him, “Yes, I am because this isn’t the first time! How many times have you had to reschedule our plans? How many days do I barely see you? We’ve been together for two years, Carmen and I feel like we are just two strangers at this point.”

“Why haven’t you said anything then if you feel that way?”

“I’ve tried to have date nights and I’ve even stopped by The Bear to see if you can go on a coffee break. You always turn me down because something more important is pressing.” You’d been dying to have this conversation with him for some time now.

After countless times of letting things go, you were blurting out everything that you’d want to tell him. It had all been weighing so heavily on you lately. You could feel it draining you.

“(Y/n), I inherited a mess from Michael. I had to look after everyone’s jobs and-“

You interrupted him again, “I’m not saying that you have to choose me or the restaurant, Carmen. That would be incredibly selfish of me. But…. it’s like you’re out building this life for yourself and I’m just here hoping that you give me an ounce of attention.”

“You’re making it sound like our relationship is horrible. I thought that we were doing good.”

That almost hurt you more than being stood up on your anniversary. He thought that things were good? He hadn’t noticed that the two of you were so incredibly distant?

“Things haven’t been good in a long time. When we first started dating, you were present and it seemed like you’d do anything to spend time with me.”

“That was before we remodeled the restaurant. I had more time but now-“

“Now, you’re too busy for me.”

He shook his head, “I’m not, (Y/n). I just had more time back then. Now, it’s all on me. I’m stressed out.”

“I don’t want to add to your stress, Carmen.”

“Wh-what are you trying to say?” He stood up and made his way closer to you. You could tell that he was anxious about where the direction of this conversation was going.

“I’m not happy. I haven’t been for a while. I’ve tried to make things better but I can’t do it alone. I deserve to be with someone who I don’t have to beg to want to be with me.”

“(Y/n), I don’t want to be without you. I’ll start coming home earlier and I’ll uh have Sydney and Marcus start taking some more responsibility. I will-“

“And in a month when things are super crazy at The Bear because of the holidays? We’re back in this situation again. What kind of promises will you make then?”

Carmen seemed confused, “Do you not want to work on things?”

“A month ago, hell even a few weeks ago, I would’ve said yes, but I’m tired, Carmen. Tonight felt like it was the last straw. Sitting alone, you not answering your phone, it was embarrassing and so painful. I love you so much. But I think for the both of us, it’ll be better if we weren’t together.”

“I don’t want us to break up, (Y/n). I love you.” Carmen said softly.

You pulled him closer. He rested his head against your shoulder, “We can both focus on ourselves. I’m so proud of everything that you’ve done. You deserve all of the praise that is coming your way.”

You wanted to appear strong but on the inside you were breaking as well. There was a point in time where you imagined spending the rest of your life with Carmen Berzatto.

Now, there was a strong possibility that he wouldn’t be in your future. Were you making the right decision?

It might’ve felt like you weren’t in the moment. You just wanted to feel wanted and happy and with someone who couldn’t get enough of you. Carmen was that man at first. Things changed for the better and for the worse.

“I hate that I took you for granted. I will regret it for the rest of my life.” You felt him kiss your neck softly.

“I’ll still be here if you need me. You know that right?”

He nodded as you both stood there wrapped around each other saying your goodbyes without words.

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x (y/n)#carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto x you #the bear x reader #the bear imagine #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto

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proxima-writes · 6 months

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pairing: tommy miller x waitress!female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 2.9k

summary: what if joel didn’t answer tommy’s call from jail? and what if the waitress he’d been defending that night bailed him out instead?

author’s note: a brief tommy interlude inspired by a line from taylor swift’s song “slut!”. i hope you enjoy and if you do, please consider reblogging or commenting! 🩵

tags/warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), no outbreak au, no use of y/n, reader gets harassed by a drunk bar patron and physically grabbed, bar fights, mentions of alcohol, friends to lovers, tommy smoking cigarettes, i gave tommy an insane amount of game and for what reason, thigh riding, semi-public sex, car sex, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, pet names, creampie. if i’ve missed any, please let me know!

“You’ve reached Joel Miller. Sorry I can’t come to the phone right now…”

“Son of a bitch,” Tommy hisses. The voicemail tone beeps and he continues with, “Joel, answer your goddamn phone. I’m at county. And no, it ain’t my fault. Just…get here when you can, I guess.”

He hangs up the receiver, head low. The officer watching him clears his throat.

“C’mon, Miller. Back to the tank,” he says. Tommy sighs.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m comin’, Chuck.”

Tommy drags his feet across the dingy linoleum. His jaw aches from a sloppy right hook that managed to hit its mark and his eyes burn thanks to the unforgiving drunk tank fluorescent lights. There are two other people in the cell with him this evening — a man who reeks of vodka slumped in the corner in a wrinkled suit and another man who is staring solemnly at a spot on the floor as he tries not to topple over.

Tommy takes a seat on the long concrete bench and stretches his legs out, crossing them at the ankles and folding his hands over his stomach. He might as well get comfortable, there’s no telling when his brother might check his voicemails. As he sits his thoughts drift to what even landed him here in the first place.

Tommy watches you as you approach the bar, a frown tugging at the corners of your lips. You tap the service machine, entering an order with more force than strictly necessary.

“Everythin’ alright?” He asks. You glance at him.

“Yeah, just some group of assholes over by the darts table that think cleavage is an invitation,” you reply. “It’s an invitation for tips. Not hands.”

“You need me to step in?” He offers. You wave a hand at him but your frown turns into a bright smile.

“No, no, I can handle it. Thank you, though, Tommy.” You slide another bottle of beer across the bar. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, darlin’,” he says with a wink. “You let me know if you need savin’.”

“Always such a gentleman.”

The bell to the kitchen window rings and you leave to pick up the order. Tommy watches the sway of your hips in your low rise jeans that hug your ass just right, wondering what it would be like to peel them off and get his hands on the soft skin underneath.

He’s watching the fight on the TV above the bar when he hears a glass shatter behind him. He turns toward the sound, thinking that maybe someone had gotten too rowdy and knocked their glass off the table, but instead he sees you struggling against the hold of a man who’s pulled you onto his lap.

“Let go!” You shout, kicking your legs.

“Come on, sweetheart,” the brute says, arms wrapped around your waist. “Just one lil kiss is all I’m askin’ for!”

Tommy is out of his seat with red in his vision, hands curled into fists that are begging for a target. Other patrons watch with interest, and he’s not sure if he’s angrier at the man putting his hands on you or the crowded room of people not bothering to help.

“Get your fuckin’ hands off of her,” he barks, the same tone he developed after years of service in the Army.

The man releases you, the sudden loss of support causing you to slide to the ground with a shout of surprise. Tommy moves to help you up but the asshole stands, blocking him and shoving his shoulders.

“This don’t involve you, pretty boy,” the man snarls. Behind him, you’ve managed to get up and you hurry away from the scene. “Mind your fuckin’ business.”

“It became my fuckin’ business as soon as she said no and you didn’t listen,” Tommy says, straightening his shoulders. The man laughs and looks back at his friends.

“This fuckin’ guy,” he slurs. “Defendin’ some whore waitress.”

Throw the first punch, Tommy thinks. Come on, asshole.

The man focuses his attention back on Tommy, stepping close enough that they’re toe-to-toe now. He’s maybe an inch taller and he tilts his chin to stretch that inch as far as it will go and he’s breathing through his nose like a bull about to be released from its holding.

“Get out of my fuckin’ face,” Tommy says. The man laughs, the stench of beer pouring from him. A fist cracks across Tommy’s jaw and he stumbles backwards from the force of it.

Showtime, he thinks.

“Miller!” An officer calls out, yanking Tommy from his thoughts. He looks up and the officer jerks his head towards the door. “You made bond. Come get your stuff.”

Tommy stands, relief flooding him. Joel must have finally check his voicemail. At least he won’t have to spend the whole night in here.

“‘Bout time you showed up,” he says as he enters the lobby while he tries to thread his belt through his jeans at the same time.

“Sorry, had to finish my shift,” you reply. His head snaps up in surprise, task forgotten as you wave your fingers at him.

“What’re you doin’ here?” He asks.

“You said your brother was busy tonight, so I was worried you might not have someone to bail you out,” you tell him with a shrug. “Besides, you’re in here because of me. It’s the least I could do.”

Tommy laughs. “Ain’t your fault, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, by the way. Guess I did need saving, after all.”

“You could’a handled him fine. I just sped up the process.”

He’s staring at you now, gaze caught with yours as you give him a soft smile. Tommy spots the time on the clock hanging on the wall above your head.

2:32 a.m.

“You wanna get breakfast?”

The diner Tommy directs you to boasts a neon sign that advertises twenty-four hour breakfast. The booths have cracked red vinyl and the menus are faded from use but you can read it well enough to order French toast while he orders chocolate chip pancakes with a side of hash browns. He builds pyramids out of the coffee creamer cups while you talk and talk and talk. You laugh as he drowns his food in syrup and you steal a bite of them despite giving him a hard time about it.

Afterwards, as you walk together to your car, your palms are a little clammy and your heart pounds the slightest bit faster. You’ve had the biggest crush on Tommy since the first time he slid onto a bar stool at your shitty bar and ordered a Miller Lite (“It’s funny ‘cause it’s my last name!”). He’s always polite, never leaves a mess, and makes you laugh even when you’re having a tough night.

"You alright? You got quiet," Tommy says. You swallow nervously.

"Yeah, I'm totally fine," you reply. He looks like he doesn't want to believe you but he doesn't press for more.

"You mind if I have a smoke before we go?"

"That's fine."

He digs a crumpled box of Camels from his back pocket, sliding a cigarette out and bringing it to his lips. He pats his thighs and then his chest in search of his lighter, finding it in the pocket of his button up shirt. Metal Zippo lighter finally in hand, he flicks it open and brings it closer to his face, flickering flame casting an orange glow over his features.

He breathes in as the cigarette catches the flame and closes the lighter with a quick snap, exhaling the smoke with the cigarette still held between his lips. Lighter tucked away, he inhales again and pinches the filter of the cigarette between two fingers to pull it away and exhale the smoke into the air.

“You gotta quit lookin’ at me like that,” he says. “You keep watchin’ my mouth and it makes me want to do somethin’ real stupid.”

You lean against your car and he steps close. He smells like a mix of smoke and syrup and sweat, three things that shouldn’t have your pulse pounding and yet combined with the way Tommy’s dark eyes focus on you and the dimple in his cheek as he smirks, you don’t stand a chance.

“More stupid than getting in a bar fight?” You finally ask.

“That wasn’t stupid. Got me here with you, didn’t it?” He inhales another lungful of smoke and tips his head back to exhale. “You gonna let me kiss you?”

You smile at him, lifting your hands to smooth your palms over his chest. His cheeks turn a faint shade of pink that trails down his neck, disappearing beneath the white tank top he wore beneath an unbuttoned pink shirt.

“That’s your big stupid idea? Just kissing me?”

Another drag from his cigarette, another smirk, a hand on your hip as he shuffles closer. “Mm, to start.” He brings his lips close to your ear, warm breath tickling your skin as he murmurs, “You didn’t answer the question.”

“What question?”

“You—“ a kiss beneath your ear “—gonna—“ another to your jaw “—let me—“ a third to your cheekbone “—kiss you?”

“Yeah, Tommy. You can kiss me,” you whisper. He wastes no time, greedy lips pressed to yours as soon as he gets the green light. His tongue explores your mouth and tangles with yours, leaving behind the taste of pancakes and smoke.

A thigh presses between your legs, a new pressure and friction that you explore with a tentative roll of your hips. That hand on your waist urges your movements — forward and back at a slow and steady pace. He pulls back from your kiss and brings the cigarette to his lips.

“So goddamn pretty,” he whispers, smoke spilling from his mouth and disappearing into the night air. “Pretty as a fuckin’ picture.”

He flicks the butt of his cigarette to the ground and then he’s on you with renewed purpose, kissing you deeply with a broad palm to your cheek, tilting your face to the best angle to devour you. When he’s gotten his fill of your mouth, his hungry lips slide across your jaw and down your neck, teeth digging in roughly against your pounding pulse and making you gasp.

“Hush, sugar,” he says, a reprimand with little heat as he smiles against your skin. That hand on your waist has found the fly of your jeans, deft fingers working the button open and the zipper down. “You want a little more attention?”

“Mhm,” you reply, nodding your head quickly. He slips his hand beneath the elastic of your panties, quickly swirling over your needy clit. He lets out a deep groan, one that has you clenching on nothing and desperate for more.

“God, you’re fuckin’ soaked,” he says. He presses two thick fingers to your tight entrance. “You can take it, right?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer before pressing them inside, the tight pressure making you rise up on your toes in surprise. He’s got a limited range of movement thanks to your jeans but he still manages a sloppy grind of his palm to your clit and curl of his fingers that has you squirming as your release builds inside of you.

“You want more, baby?” Tommy asks, dark eyes a little wild and desperate. “You feel so good in my fingers, I just know you’d take my cock so fuckin’ good.”

“Tommy,” you pant, your hands clutching at his shoulders. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

He yanks his hand from your jeans and before you can complain, he’s opening the back passenger door and urging you into the back seat of your sedan.

“Pants off,” he demands as you shuffle across the seats. He sits beside you and starts to unbuckle his belt. “If you’re gonna cum, it’s gonna be on my cock.”

His words have you scrambling to remove your boots and pants, graceless movements in the cramped space. Your elbow connects with his ribs and he hisses as you giggle, wiggling your pants and underwear off. It’s dark in the car, dim light from the parking lot filtering in the windows enough for you to catch the smile on Tommy’s face.

“C’mere,” he drawls, patting his thighs. He’s freed his cock from his jeans and you admire the thick length of him for a brief moment before obeying, straddling his lap. You drag your wet pussy over him, twin groans filling the still air of the car as you do. His hands flex against your thighs and his head tips back against the seat. “Fuck, you feel so damn good.”

It’s not the most comfortable encounter you’ve ever had, with your neck bent so that you don’t hit your head and your skin already slick with sweat from the cramped space and the Texas heat but, heaven help you, the look on Tommy’s face makes it worth it. You reach between your bodies and wrap your hand around him, holding him still as you position him at your entrance.

“Oh, fuck,” you hiss as you lower yourself, your eager cunt adjusting to him with only the slightest pinch of pain that quickly transforms into a delicious fullness. “Oh my god,” you whimper.

“You can just call me Tommy,” he teases, but his voice is just as wrecked as yours. You rise up slightly on your knees and drop down sharply, a satisfied smile on your face when his laughter morphs into a choked curse and his hands grip your hips tightly.

His fingers find the hem of your shirt and lift it up only enough to expose your bra, the cups of which he roughly pulls down until he’s able to get his hands on your breasts, groping you roughly. You moan as his lips wrap around one pert nipple, tongue swirling over the sensitive flesh and light dragging his teeth across it.

The windows grow foggy and your skin starts to get slick with sweat the longer you work yourself over his cock. It’s messy and dirty and uncomfortable, your thighs burn and your neck aches, but Tommy’s making it his goal to get his lips on any skin he can reach, whispered praises between each bite and kiss that has your head growing fuzzy and your core getting tight.

“Feel so good, darlin’,” he groans. “Goddamn, I need you to cum, baby. You were so close before, weren’t ya? I can get you there again, right?”

You nod, mouth open in a silent moan. He presses his thumb to your bottom lip, slipping it experimentally over your teeth until it presses against your tongue. You suck on the digit, reveling in the way his eyes roll back and he groans, hips flexing to meet yours and making you cry out.

“‘M so close, Tommy,” you whisper when he withdraws his thumb from your mouth.

“Yeah, I can feel it, sweetheart,” he growls. When you lift up he holds your hips steady, suspended above his lap. He pounds into you from below, rough slaps of his hips that make you press a hand to the ceiling of the car to steady yourself against the onslaught of sensation. “Come on, baby, come on,” he says through gritted teeth.

It’s the dark look in his eye and the flex of his jaw, the shimmer of sweat on his light tan skin and the feel of his fingers digging bruises into your hips, the lewd noises and the desperate moans against each others mouths that all combine to shove you over an edge you’d been balancing on since, if you’re being honest, he rushed over to help you back at the bar. You bite into his lip as your orgasm crashes over you, his sloppy thrusts and the heat blooming inside of you telling you he reached his peak as well.

You slump forward, panting heavily against Tommy’s neck. His head tips back against the seat, chest heaving with his own labored breaths. His fingers draw patterns against your sweaty back.

“I feel gross,” you groan. Tommy laughs.

“Sure know how to make a guy feel good about himself, don’t ya?” He teases.

“I just meant I’m all sticky.”

“Mm, don’t worry. You can take a shower at my place.”

You pull back to look him in the eye. He’s sporting a satisfied grin as you raise your eyebrows at him. “Oh yeah? You taking me home, Miller?”

“Sure am.” His confident look falters the slightest bit. “I mean, if you want.”

You kiss him, slow and sweet.

“Yeah. I want that.”

The loud ringing of a phone breaks through Tommy’s slumber. He reaches out a hand from beneath the sheets and blindly finds the offensive device amongst the clutter on his nightstand.

“What,” he groans when he’s managed to flip it open.

“Tommy! What the hell, man,” Joel snaps. “I just got your voicemail. Left my phone upstairs and fell asleep on the couch. Are you alright?”

“What?” Tommy asks again. Joel sighs.

“You called from county and said you’d gotten arrested. I called ‘em this morning and they said you got bailed out. One of your friends come by or somethin’?”

Tommy glances over to you, where your bare shoulder peeks out from the sheets, the fabric draped across your curves. He smiles.

“Yeah, a real good friend. Guardian angel, even,” he says.

Another sigh from Joel, this time one of relief. “Well, good. Quit gettin’ into trouble after ten, I can’t stay up that late anymore.”

“Sure,” Tommy agrees. You turn over, sleepy eyes blinking up at him. “I gotta go.”

He hangs up without waiting for a goodbye. You scooch closer and lay your head on his chest.

“A guardian angel, huh?” You ask. He kisses the top of your head.

“Yep. Saved my ass from the wrong place at the right time.”

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jobean12-blog · 9 months

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Nook of Love

Pairing: Pre!Outbreak Joel Miller x reader

Word Count: 1,806

Summary: Joel builds you something extra special and it's everything you've always wanted and more.

Author's Note: After writing about mob!Bucky buying you a bookstore I thought I do a version for my other fave guy- except his style haha. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you sweet Daisy!

Warnings: it's so fluffy and soft and lots of kisses :)

Joel Miller Masterlist

“How are you gonna keep her outta the house for the next week?”

Joel narrows his eyes as he grinds his teeth together.

“I haven’t though that far ahead…” he mumbles.

“Of course not,” Tommy teases.

With a grunt of annoyance Joel reaches for more wood and lifts it into his pickup.

“Are you just gonna stand there and bitch or help me?”

Tommy ambles over with a raised brow. “You better figure out how you’re gonna see her because I’m not dealin’ with your extra grumpy ass for a week!”

Joel’s hands land on his hips and he shrugs. “I’ll just go to her place.”

Tommy scoffs. “Yeah ‘cause she won’t find that weird as fuck since you never go there. You know she likes it here better.”

“You know what, shut it Tommy. No one asked you,” Joel grits out.

Tommy smirks. “Well just don’t ask me to get involved in your bullshit when she starts askin’ questions!”

“Are you sure you want to come here again?”

You hear his sigh on the other end of the phone before he answers. “Of course darlin’…just need to see you.”

“I’m happy to come by you. I like your place better anyway,” you argue, hoping he hears the smile in your voice.

“I know but, I need a change of scenery. I’ll be there soon.”

When you hear the doorknob start to turn you fly off the couch, jumping into his open arms the moment he fills the doorway.

“Hey there darlin’,” he murmurs against your lips as his arms close tightly around you.

You kiss him softly then take his hand and start to pull him toward the couch.

“So how was your day? How’s Sarah? How’s the progression on that new building?”

You fire off your questions, only stopping when you feel him give you a tug. You look over your shoulder and he’s wearing a lopsided smile.

“Come ‘ere,” he murmurs before dragging you back into his chest and spinning you around.

He walks you slowly toward the wall, only stopping when your back gently bumps it.

“Aren’t you going to tell me about your day?” you ask coyly.

“Nuh uh,” he whispers, placing both his hands on the side of your head along the wall.

He pins you in place, pressing his hips closer. “I’d rather hear about your day.”

His lips trail along your jaw, stopping just under your ear where he places a soft kiss. He continues pressing kisses to your skin until he finds your mouth.

“That’s such bullshit and you know it,” you breathe against his lips.

You can feel his smile along your skin.

“Go on darlin’,” he whispers and runs his nose along your throat. “Tell me.”

“This is the third time it’s ringing Joel. You have to answer or she’s likely to show up here!”

Tommy holds out the phone and Joel takes it with a grumbled curse.

“Hey darlin’,” he answers then pauses to listen.

“I was in the bathroom,” he answers, waiting as you talk again.

“Actually, no. Must have eaten somethin’ bad for lunch.”

“How ‘bout I call you later and we can figure out our plans?”

He stares down Tommy as he listens to your concerned voice, wincing every now and then when he can tell you’re pouting and upset.

“It’s ok. I’ll be fine…NO!”

He immediately scowls after shouting out “no” and softens his voice. “I just don’t want you to be sitting around here while I’m in the bathroom the whole time.”

His head hangs and he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I promise. Ok, don’t worry. Love you too baby.”

“Shit that was painful to watch,” Tommy says when Joel hangs up and drops his phone. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“That’s because I would never lie to her!” Joel yells then his hands land on his hips and he sighs dramatically. “I should have had a plan in place for this.”

“AH HA!” Tommy yells triumphantly. “TOLD YA SO BROTHER!”

“Ah fuck off and quit standing around and help me. I need to get this done by tomorrow. No way I can keep this up another day!” Joel huffs.

Tommy snickers but marches over to help sand the wood, delighting in Joel’s continued grumbly mutterings.

When he opens the door you push past him and whirl around, hands crossed over your chest and glaring.

“Joel Miller if you don’t explain why you’ve been acting so weird the past few days…”

You step closer and poke him in his hard chest.

He grabs your finger and drags you into his arms.

“Everything will make sense in a few minutes,” he says quietly, his eyes searching your face.

You study him and your own eyes go wide.

“Are you nervous?” you ask as your lips lift into a small smile.

He looks taken aback. “ME?!?!”

His tone is incredulous. “No way darlin’. I’m fine. You just missed me yesterday is all.”

“Oh is that it?” you ask before blowing a raspberry. “I don’t see you for one day and now I’m imagining things...like the fact that you had food poisoning but feel perfectly fine now?”

Instead of continuing to argue he takes your face between his large hands and presses his lips to yours. After a few moments of kissing you senseless he gently releases you and rests his forehead against yours.

“Are you ready for your surprise?”

“THERE’S A SURPRISE!!” you squeal. “Why didn’t you say so!?”

Your excitement sets his nerves aflutter again and he wipes his palms on his jeans. “Ok…just promise…just promise me you’ll tell me what you really think…and you won’t pretend to like it just because…”

You reach for his hand and grip it tightly in reassurance. “I promise Joel…NOW HURRY UP! I can’t wait.”

You’re bouncing on your feet the whole time you follow him through the house and when you pass the living room he stops you and says, “close your eyes.”

You immediately shut them and squeeze them tight.

“Don’t peek.”

“I won’t!” you say excitedly.

He gives your hand a tug and carefully leads you into the next room, stopping after a few more steps.

“Ok…” he says on an exhale. “Open ‘em.”

Nestled into the back of the small room is something out of your dreams. A large window is framed by floor to ceiling dark wood shelves and just under it is a long and cushioned seat. There’s even a shelf above that goes horizontally and smaller shelves on the inside of the nook on either side of the seat.

“Now I know there aren’t many books yet and the details are missing but I figure you would want to pick out the curtains and pillows and Knick knacks and all that. I was going to do that myself but I didn’t think I should in case you wanted a theme or somethin’. Sarah said she would help but I told her you could take her when you shop and…”

You turn to face him, softly pressing your finger to his lips so he stops his nervous rambling.

“You built me a reading nook,” you state, your words breathy and light as air. “My very own reading nook.”

He nods and swallows audibly.

“Do you like it?” he asks quietly.

“Joel,” you start, pressing yourself against him. “This is the most beautiful gift ever. It’s literally a dream come true!”

His lips spread into a smile under your finger and you finally drop it, snaking your arms around his neck.

“I can change somethin’ if you want darlin’. If you don’t like the color of the wood we can stain it again or I can redo the shelving.”

You look back at the nook and step from his embrace to run your hands reverently over the polished wood, noting every curve and nuance.

“You made his with your own hands,” you murmur. “What could be more perfect?”

He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and rests his head on your shoulder.

“I’m happy you like it.”

“I love it. LOVE. IT.”

“So that’s what I was up to this week. Tommy helped but only a little so…”

You laugh in his arms, pressing your hands over his to trace his knuckles. You slip your fingers through his and brush your thumbs over the calloused pads of his fingertips.

“Oh wait!” he says as he takes a few steps toward the nearby wall, still holding you tightly.

He flicks a switch and a long set of fairy lights brighten, adding the perfect soft glow to the books.

“Oh Joel,” you gasp. “You remembered.”

“Of course darlin’,” he answers.

You think back to the first night you spent together, lying skin to skin and completely wrapped up in him, talking for hours about your dreams for the future, including your love for fairy lights.

With watery eyes you move away and sit down on the cushioned seat, smoothing your hands lovingly over the plush fabric and leaning back until you can see the insides of the shelves. You lift shaky fingers and press your other hand to your mouth.

Hidden on one of the walls of the inside shelf is a carved-out heart with two initials inside of it. Your fingertips trace the deep lines before they close around the single book on the shelf.

“Our initials…Joel.”

He smiles softly at you.

“And how did you get my copy of my favorite book?” you ask him without looking up.

“I uh…” he begins sheepishly, “may have borrowed it the other night when I stayed at your place.”

“My place,” you repeat. “But this perfect nook is at your place and I won’t…”

Your thought trails off as you open the book and out slides a key tied to a ribbon.

“Is this what I think it is?” you ask with a shaky breath.

“It’ll be our place.”

You stare at the key in your hand and the back up at Joel.

“If that’s what you want darlin’.”

Without warning you launch yourself off the seat and into his arms.

“Thank you,” you whisper over and over again as you nuzzle his neck. “And don’t worry I won’t tell anyone you’re such a romantic.”

You can feel his body shake with laughter. “Only for you.”

“I know,” you say softly before peppering his cheeks with kisses.

He closes his eyes contentedly.

“Where’s Sarah today?” you ask in between all the kisses.

“Stayin’ at her friends for the night.”

You grin and start to pull him toward the cushioned seat.

“That’s good,” you murmur.

“I thought so,” he answers with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Figured we could break in all the surfaces in your new place.”

“Mm hmm,” you hum. “Starting with my favorite spot.”

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gaybitchfx · 6 months

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✰𝓩. 𝓘𝓵𝓵𝓾𝓶𝓲✰

you showed me things—★

I've only seen in dreams

★—and there's something magic

about this whole thing —alice phoebe lou

𝓣𝓦: a/b/o au, spelling and grammar errors, intentional lowercase

✰ ILLUMI who was forced to attend a ball by his family due to them wanting an heir and for him to get married as the eldest son of the zoldyck family, a very well known last name amongst the kingdoms.. all the different scents there bothered him, some smelt musky, others smelt artificial but there was one that stood out from the rest. it was sweet and bitter at the same time. before he could even follow the scent your parents came with big smiles on their faces. “good afternoon, mr. zoldyck.” your mother and father said before moving their daughter, your sister, in front of them. “good afternoon.” she said with a smile that mimicked her parents. “afternoon.” he said plainly as he looked over the three, he found their smiles irritating, but didn’t say anything as to not be rude. “i’ve heard your here to look for a potential wife.” your mother said as she glanced at her daughter. she looked like a chandelier had gone wrong due to her wearing far too much jewelry. “yes, i am. now if you’ll excuse me i have something to do.” he said as he bowed his head a little before walking away to go and look for the person who had that peculiar scent.

✰ ILLUMI who was now struggling to find them grew agitated. it was as if whoever had that scent kept moving around farther and farther away from him making them hard to find. it didn’t help how your sister and parents kept pestering him, it was clear they wanted her to marry him and be apart of the zoldyck family since it came with benefits. as your parents talked to him the scent grew closer and more stronger until—“mom, when are we going home?” you asked as you yawned, arms folded over your chest as you had a look of annoyance spreading over your features. it finally clicked, you were the one producing such a sweet and bitter scent that drew illumi. his gaze stayed on you as he looked you over, examining your features and your attire, you were the youngest amongst your family. “not now (name).” your mother said through gritted teeth as she looked at you with a smile, of course it was fake. “so, your name is (name)?” illumi finally said as he approached you abruptly. “yeah? who’s askin’?” you mumbled as you looked at him with a raised brow.

✰ ILLUMI who was beyond happy and ecstatic to have finally found the person with the scent he’s been looking for all night. he was also happy that you were quiet the beauty as well and an omega nonetheless. it was clear your family was upset that he was now paying attention to you, even the look on his face annoyed them due to it h showing how interested he was in you. “may i take your hand in marriage and make you my wife?” he asked, his tone soft as he examined your face, noticing how your eyebrows raised and how your eyes widened just a smidge. “but..but your highness, he’s our youngest (20yrs) let alone a male omega, why not take our daughters hand in marriage? she could—” “no thank you.” he said sternly, cutting your father off making a look of shock spread across his and his wife’s face. “so, (name), do you take the offer?” he asked as he gently took his hand in yours. you glanced over at your parents who were enraged and hoping you wouldn’t agree to his proposal. but of course you felt like being petty since they never really paid attention to you and this was your only opportunity to actually have some recognition in this damn family. “yes, i’ll accept your proposal.” you said with a smile, illumi’s scent had a hint of excitement to it as he nodded his head. “very well, tomorrow we’ll have all your items transferred to the zoldyck families kingdom. as for the wedding it’ll be in a weeks time, i want to marry you as soon as possible.” he said as he released your hand, a small smile forming on his lips as he looked at you.

✰—tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @lostsomewhereinthegarden

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joelsgreys · 9 months

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a safe haven l chapter eight sneak peek

A/N: it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted an official sneak peek for this series. I was kind of surprised that most people voted for a snippet of this one, I really thought it would be the PD fic. But I’m glad that this lil series of mine is still one people want to read. There’s a few people out there rooting for these babies and to those few people: thank you for motivating me to see this one through to the end. Few more chapters to go!

*this is from the beginning of the chapter before shit starts to hit the fan so let’s enjoy the good while it lasts! also, I made sure to post a hefty snippet because this chapter is going for 9k 👀

“The water isn’t too hot, is it?” You asked, running the wet washcloth over his chest and neck, careful not to take it near his bandaged shoulder. Leaning over the side of the tub, a lock of hair fell loose out of your ponytail and Joel was quick to lift his hand out of the water, tucking it behind your ear.

“It’s perfect,” he murmured, his hand grazing your cheek, the water dripping off of his arm landing on your blouse, soaking through the material. “Looks like you’re gonna have to take that shirt off, Peach. I got you wet,” Joel couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at his own terrible innuendo.

“Unbelievable! I just pulled a bullet out of you, and you’re already thinking of getting me naked?” You teased him with a little giggle. “Oh and by the way I hope you know that there will be none of that for a while, not until you’re all healed up. Got it?”

His face fell. “You serious? But you said it could be four to six weeks until my shoulder heals—how am I supposed to go that long without touchin’ you?”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to survive, Miller.”

Joel grumbled incoherently under his breath.

Chuckling, you leaned over and pressed a delicate kiss to his right temple. Your lips lingered over the small jagged scar, causing him to shudder slightly.

“You were right about Ellie,” You murmured softly against his skin. “You were right to warn me about her.”

He frowned. “She confronted you ‘bout us?”

Pulling away from him, you nodded.

“Earlier at the stables, before Tommy showed up.”

Joel grimaced.

“Might regret askin’ this, but what did she say?”

You chewed nervously on your bottom lip.

“She wants me to leave Luke.”

He raised an eyebrow. “She did? What else did she say?”

“That the three of us could be a family. She said it wasn’t that complicated—all I had to do was pack up my things, take off the ring and leave him. Said I could move in here with you two.” You paused to let out a small, breathless laugh. “I told her I would love that more than anything in the world, but that it’s not possible. I can’t leave him.”

His jaw clenched. “Because he won’t let you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh again.

Like father, like daughter.

Joel and Ellie were cut from the same damn cloth.

“Joel, I love you. And I love Ellie, too. You two have made me so, so happy,” You told him, softly. “Ever since I met you both, something in me changed. It was like I had forgotten what it felt like to love, and to be loved. That part of me, I thought it was dead and buried, but you two brought it back to life.”

“You belong with us, Peach. Your place is with us. Your home is with us, not with Luke.”

“I know,” You whispered. “I know that, Joel.”

Joel sat up straight in the tub, wincing slightly. He was really starting to feel the pain in his shoulder.

“Joel, stop. Come on, you need to take it easy.”

Placing your hands on his chest, you tried to push him back, but Joel’s hand reached up and caught one of your wrists, his fingers curling around it.

“Whatever you’re afraid of—”

“Joel, please,” You whispered, thickly. “Don’t.”

“You ain’t gotta be afraid, baby. I can protect you. I can keep you safe.” His thumb lightly caressed the thin, delicate skin on the inside of your wrist as his eyes met yours. “I can keep you safe. I wouldn’t let anythin’ bad happen to you. Neither would the kid. She loves you too damn much.”

You swallowed back the lump in your throat.

Lifting your wrist, Joel planted a gentle kiss on the inside of it, your pulse strong under his lips.

“Me and Ellie, you’ll be alright with us.”

A long, heavy sigh escaped you. “I know that.”

“Then? What’s stoppin’ you?”

You sighed again.

“Just—just give me time so I can figure things out, okay? If I have it my way, I’ll be living here with you and Ellie before winter comes around.”

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auteurdelabre · 4 months

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Daddy Morales pt. 3 Frankie!Morales x f!Reader

Daddy Morales pt 2

Rating: 18+ (seriously young ones, this AIN'T for you)

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader babysitter (in her mid 20's)

Tags: switch!Frankie, daddy kink, dirty talk, infidelity, phone sex but not, masturbation, dry (but also wet?) humping,

A/n: Happy Frankie Friday!

More Frankie x babysitter smut because y'all are askin' for it. I feel real amused that my two most commented on series right now are the sleazebag ones.

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Part 3: No More

Frankie decides to end things the next time he drives you home the following week.

He hasn't fucked you, not actually sheathed himself in your pussy and he convinces himself that this isn't as bad. That he hasn't technically cheated.

But he never confesses to Carmen. What good would it do? Carmen insists they start up with marriage counseling and Frankie agrees.Their marriage counselor says he and Carmen need to work on communication. On making more time for each other's interests. On being kinder to one another.

When he tells you all of this he expects you to be upset. To scream or cry. But you do neither. You listen to him and you nod and you kiss his cheek and tell him you understand.

Frankie drives home that night relieved and yet confused.

You don't try anything when he drives you home after babysitting the following week. Or the week after that. You simply say thank you and leave the truck.

He can't stop thinking about you though. He's taken to jerking off in bed next to Carmen when she sleeps or coming in the shower with a muffled groan.

When he sees your number pop up on his phone later that month his cock actually stiffens under his jeans.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mister Morales, I'm really sorry I'm just hoping that you could come look at my sink? It's backed up. I've asked all my friends but none of them are free and I don't have the money to get a plumber out here."

"Yeah of course," Frankie says, hearing the panic in your voice. "I'll come over right away."

He heads home to grabs his toolbox. Carmen is sitting in the kitchen feeding Luca. She glances over when she sees Frankie hoisting the red box from under the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Carmen asks, her face troubled. "Did you forget we're meeting friends for dinner tonight?"

"’Course not," Frankie insists. "Just one of my old buddies sink is fucked and I'm going to help him out. I'll be back in plenty of time."

"That's really sweet of you to help your friend," Carmen says remembering what the therapist said about giving Frankie more compliments. She stands and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Shame hangs over Frankie like a cloud as he drives over to your place. He remembers what happened the last time he was there and he knows it can't happen again. He needs to give his marriage another shot.

///

You're wearing a short dress and your feet are bare.

That’s the first thing Frankie notices when you open the door, grinning brightly as you greet him.

"You look nice," Frankie says, eyes sliding over your body as he walks into your space.

"Thanks I have a date," you say with a tense smile. "And thanks again for doing this. It's just there in the kitchen."

A date? Frankie hides his displeasure as you lead him into the kitchen.

You hold in a sigh as Frankie opens his toolbox and starts making noise there. His back muscles ripple as he kneels down and peers under your sink.

"I'll leave you," you breathe. "Just lemme know if you need me for anything."

You leave, trying to stop the thrumming between your legs.

Frankie leans back under the sink on his back now, looking for the leak. He spots it fairly quickly, grateful it's not a complicated job.

"Okay I need you to turn on the tap," Frankie calls out. "Need to make sure of something."

He hears you padding over. His eyes dart down to see your bare legs brushing his. You're standing hovered above his torso. His eyes travel up your bare thighs and Frankie holds in a moan when he sees your red panties fully on display under the dress. They cling to the outline of your pussy, delicious and beckoning.

"Is it working?" you ask curiously when Frankie goes quiet.

"Mhmm," Frankie nods, willing his cock to go down. "You can turn it off now."

You turn it off and walk back into the other room as Frankie tries to steady his breathing. But he can't stop thinking about those red panties. Frankie starts as his phone vibrates.

You on your way home??

Soon. Taking longer than expected

Kk. I'll just meet you at the restaurant

see you there

When he sees that the leak has been fixed and the tube tightened properly he knows he can leave. And yet he hesitates.

Don't do it.

"Just need ya to turn it on again," Frankie croaks loudly.

"Okay," you call back from the other room.

You walk back over, short skirt flipping around your hips. Again you step over him to reach the tap and again he takes the opportunity to stare at your barely covered pussy.

Frankie is laying under the sink thinking about how you're going on a date tonight. How another man is going to get to taste that cunt and it infuriates him.

You turn on the sink, legs spread as you wait for him to tell you to turn it off. Instead Frankie's hand goes to your leg, reveling in its silken texture.

"You look really nice babygirl," Frankie murmurs, his hand skimming up your calf. "Really pretty."

"You already said that," you reply shakily before moving out of Frankie's grip. Frankie can see the way your thighs press together.

"Thanks for looking at the sink" you say, smiling gently down at him. "Uh, I'm just gonna finish getting ready. Let me know if you need anything else from me."

He knows what he wants from you. What he can't have.

Frankie gathers his tools and tells himself he's going to leave. That he did this favor for you and now he has to go. But he hears the sound of you giggling in your bedroom and he follows the noise.

You're standing faced away from him looking out the window. Your cell phone is pressed to your ear.

"Yeah I'm really excited," you say, twirling your hair around your finger. You giggle into the phone and Frankie feels his stomach twist.

"Okay see you later."

You end the call and turn to see Frankie standing awkwardly in the doorframe to your bedroom.

"I'm finished up," he tells you before smiling weakly.

"Thank you so much," you tell him. Before he can stop you, you've thrown your arms around his neck. You hug him tightly and he responds immediately by wrapping his arms around you.

"I don't know what I would have done without your help. I really couldn't afford a plumber right now."

"It's no problem," Frankie assures you, still rocking you gently in his arms. "Always glad to help ya."

You hum against his neck in response and Frankie feels his resolve begin to slip. It's like he can't help himself from sliding his hands from your waist over the globe of your ass.

You don't move away, you just melt against him. His hands bring up the skirt to your waist before sliding back and feeling the smooth skin of your ass as he grabs handfuls.

The skin is so smooth and warm. He cups both cheeks in his hand, pulling them apart and watches over your shoulder as they fall back when he releases them.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Frankie murmurs as he begins to rub his front against yours.

"Doesn't feel like nothing." You sigh against his jaw. "Feels like you're waiting for something."

"For what?"

Frankie watches you slowly get down on your knees for him.

"My mouth, Daddy."

Frankie watches from under lowered lids as you begin to unzip his jeans. He feels his breathing constrict when you take him out of his boxers and his cock hangs there in front of you. It's already hard, brushing against your lower lip.

"Yeah," Frankie breathes. "I was-"

Frankie feels his pocket suddenly vibrate as a text comes through.

Carmen.

Suddenly the enormity of what he's doing is upon him and he panics.

"I'm sorry," Frankie stammers, trying to pull away. "This was a bad idea, I never should've-"

But he can't say anything more because your mouth has found the tip and begun to lightly lick.

"Just wanted to thank you for fixing my sink," you say between licks. Frankie whimpers when your mouth parts and you take his cock into your mouth, moaning as you do.

Frankie feels his head tilting back and he grabs the doorframe for support as all the blood in his body rushes between his legs.

"Fuck.... Babygirl your mouth ..." Frankie groans as you suck him deeper. "So good."

His eyes crack open and he holds in a sigh when he sees you there on your knees with your eyes looking up at him, pretty mouth stuffed full. He wants to enjoy it more but his pocket is vibrating again. Frankie stiffens all over, panic swirling.

Not thinking he pulls it from his pocket and you pull off of him, irritated.

Where are you?

Before he can reply you take the phone from him and toss it under the bed. Frankie watches it vibrate a moment before you're back licking him.

"Carmen is waiting for me," Frankie explains, feeling helpless as your hand slides up under his t-shirt to splay across his belly, relishing in the hard curve there.

"She can wait."

"Babygirl, I have to leave," Frankie whimpers, watching your mouth bob along his cock. He hisses when you pull off of him, your mouth wet with saliva.

"You really wanna go?" You ask dragging your tongue along his shaft. Frankie whimpers when your tongue flicks the underside of the head.

"I should-"

"You don't wanna fuck my mouth?" You ask, mouth sucking the tip lightly. "You don't wanna come on my tongue?"

"I fucking do," Frankie almost whines, knowing he has to leave but now you've started bobbing your head as you stroke the base of him.

"Don't go then," you say around his cock. "Need you here."

You’re so fucking good at this. Your mouth and tongue are making him dizzy with need.

"Okay baby," Frankie relents, hips rocking towards you. "Just can't fuck you with my cock."

You smile nodding and when he comes down your throat moments later you swallow deeply and grin up at him.

"Let's lay in bed for a bit," you say, finger curling into the neck of his t-shirt and tugging him to the bed. He follows after you like a puppy, no hesitation in him whatsoever. He’s so fucking easy sometimes.

You’ve set up a mirror against the wall across from your bed. Frankie notices this when he crawls onto the bed next to you. It makes him wonder if you’d planned to bring your date back here tonight to fuck in front of it. The thought flames his insides with a roaring jealousy.

You tell him to strip and you lean back against your headboard. That's when you decide you want him to lay back against you like before, nestled between your legs. You tell him to make himself come for you.

He does twice.

It's a while of this before you decide you need a water break.

"If I leave now I can still make dessert," Frankie tells you tired and panting and covered in his own spend.

"I'm not done playing," you say pouting and stroking your hand through his curls. His baseball hat lies on the floor beside your bed, forgotten between rounds.

"I'm already two hours late," Frankie insists. You give his hair a tug and he groans in pleasure. "My wife-"

"Isn't here," you tell him as you position yourself to sitting over his lap. Frankie lets you maneuver his wrists above his head, looking up at you with glazed dark brown eyes.

"You really wanna leave, Daddy?"

"I need to baby," Frankie says groaning gently as your hips roll over his. "I've been here for hours."

"Who do you really want to be with tonight?"

"You," Frankie says it without even thinking. It comes rushing out like a released breath of much needed air.

You smile victorious. You pull your dress up over your head, leaving you naked save for your panties. Frankie groans aloud at the sight of your exposed body, hands twitching at his sides.

"Daddy I don't think you want to leave," you tell him as you slowly twist until you're on his lap facing away from him.

"I don't," Frankie echoes, feeling his hardening cock balanced against the outside of your panties. He can feel the damp heat between your legs and he groans. His hands fly to your waist, squeezing gently.

"No" you tell him, hips rolling over him. "You don't. You wanna keep laying there feeling my pussy."

Frankie is transfixed by the way you're arching for him. His eyes go to the mirror on the opposite wall, watching your bare tits bouncing as you undulate against him.

"I-I can’t fuck you, baby."

"I'll keep my panties on," you tell him in a hush as you glance over your shoulder at him. "Then its okay, I promise."

You shuffle backwards, ass dragging over the head of his stiffened cock. Frankie moans as you start to roll your hips. He can feel your sweet wet cunt under the fabric.

"Shouldn't be doing this," Frankie murmurs even as he thrusts up lightly between your ass cheeks, his cock rubbing harshly against the lace of your panties.

"But you are," you tell him, your voice breathy. "And you're not gonna stop are you?"

Frankie watches his cock slide between your clothed ass cheeks, looking debauched but delicious.

"She's waiting for me."

"You're already late," you groan as his cock moves against the panties giving delicious friction. A bright red slash of lace against his rigid cock. "No point."

Frankie's cock throbs as you moan, your ass swirling against it. He grabs handfuls of your ass in his broad hands, gripping it and marveling at how enticing it looks in his palms. He gives your left cheek a swift snap, drawing a quaking groan from you.

"You're so fucking hot," Frankie grunts. "Lemme go under babygirl."

"Said you couldn't fuck me, remember?"

"Just a little, just to feel you. Won't go all the way in," Frankie pleads. "Daddy needs it."

You look at him over your shoulder, eyes half lidded in desire. Frankie feels like his body is on fire.

"Just a little under," you tell him, arching, bouncing your ass on his hips. "Not too much."

"Thank you, thank you," Frankie pants, as he tugs your panties to the side.

You give a needy whimper just as your phone begins to ring. Frankie is distracted as you lean over to grab it from your side table. You look at the number and give a little giggle.

"Better keep quiet, Daddy," you tease just as you hit the speakerphone button and Frankie looks up.

“What’re-”

"Hi Mrs. Morales," you say cheerfully, watching Frankie's eyes go wide from over your shoulder and he loses his hold on your panties. He goes to pull back but your ass drops, pressing his cock against your clothed pussy.

"Hi," Carmen says and Frankie can hear the sound of the restaurant in the background. "Is now a good time?"

Frankie shakes his head no but you just drag your pussy over the head of his cock slowly, the head catching the edge of the panties and allowing him to graze a sliver of your bare cunt. Frankie holds in a groan of pleasure at the sensation. He's never been this close to it.

"Yeah now's a great time."

"I know you're sitting for us on Saturday but I wanted to know if you're free on Wednesday as well?" Carmen asks. "I'm trying hot yoga that night, it's just from seven to eight but I figure I'll go out for drinks with the girls after."

You make a humming noise as you listen. Frankie keeps his hands on your ass, trying not to thrust but finding it impossible when he can feel how wet you are. You grip him, holding him in place as you slide the seam of your cunt along his cock. He watches your ass bounce against him, looking so good.

"Mr. Morales isn't around?" You say, keeping your voice even as you start to rub your clothed pussy over Frankie's cock more aggressively. He tries to pull back, tries to stop himself but then Frankie feels you tug your panties to the side and now his head hits the wet slit of your cunt.

Heaven.

He tilts back into the pillow as he slides along it, you shifting just enough to make sure he can't enter you. Carmen is a distant memory, his cock absolutely throbbing as you glide along him.

"Frankie?" Carmen scoffs. "I can't count on him for anything. Plus Wednesday nights he's usually with the guys playing pool. So are you free?"

Frankie watches you get a look in your eyes, a sometimes mischievous look that makes his stomach tighten in anticipation. You circle the head of his cock with your pussy, grazing but not letting him inside.

"Yeah, I'm free. I'll see you Wednesday at seven."

"Thanks so much. Have a good night."

"Have a nice night Mrs. Morales."

That's enough," you tell him breathlessly after you end the call. Frankie whines as you tug his cock out from inside your panties

"Daddy needs to fuck you," Frankie whimpers, no longer thinking of the consequences. He lets out a shuddering moan when you pull yourself off his lap.

"Can't fuck me," you tell him with a smile before you glance at the mirror facing your bed. He sees the small curl of your lips. "Lean back a little bit, Daddy. Babygirl will take care of you."

Frankie lays flat on his back eagerly. His large cock is wet and rosy at the tip, aching for your touch. His head is propped slightly on the pillow, allowing him to see into the mirror as you smile at him.

You give him a wink before shuffling backwards on your knees until you're seated on his lower belly. Frankie watches this, his large eyes wide in anticipation. He's confused when you lean back atop of him, your head nestling just under his chin.

Your ass is pressed into his hips, your legs on either side of his narrow hips. Your thighs hold Frankie's cock between them. You search for Frankie's eyes in the mirror.

"Can you see, Daddy?"

Frankie takes a shuddering breath. "Yeah."

"You don't get to come inside," your whisper, hand coming to gently pat Frankie's cheek above you. "But you can make yourself come between my legs."

Frankie feels his cock twitch violently at this.

"C'mon Daddy," you say arching against his chest. "Want you to come on my pussy."

Frankie begins to thrust his cock up between your thighs, his breathing sharp in your ear. He holds your waist, hips canting up as he watches in the mirror.

"Spread your legs for me," Frankie groans into your ear. "Daddy wants to see"

You do as he asks, legs spreading. Frankie isn't satisfied, his large hands go to grip your thighs, parting them further as he fucks between your pussy lips, your panties the only barrier.

"Oh fuck yeah," Frankie groans as he watches your soaked panties rasp against his weeping cock.

You feel a tingle race through your body at the sensation. The head keeps rubbing against your clit with every swipe. It makes you cry out his name, hips rutting into the air. He sees your tits bouncing with every thrust he gives you and it makes his cock throb.

"That's my fucking girl," Frankie says with a purr. "So fucking wet."

You feel Frankie fumbling with the fabric of your underwear and you know exactly what he's after when the head of his cock slips underneath.

"Should stop," you slur, eyes barely open, arms loosely at your sides. "S'bad, Daddy."

Despite your feeble chastising, you make no attempt to stop Frankie as he slides the side of his cock between the lips of your pussy.

"Just a little baby," Frankie pants. "Won't go inside but I gotta feel your pussy."

"Daddy," you whine.

"Gonna come in your panties," Frankie tells you, watching his cock jumping beneath the fabric.

"No, I wanna see it," you murmur. "Wanna watch you come."

Frankie gives a small grunt before pulling at your panties. You help him shift them down your legs and then he's back pumping between your thighs.

"That's right," Frankie says, pulling your thighs apart himself so he can watch the lurid view of him fucking between the seam of your pussy. "Daddy gets to come on this sweet cunt tonight doesn't he?"

You feel the bulbous head of his cock nudging at your entrance, begging to be welcomed into your wet heat. You want to, you really do. But you’re not doing it now, not in a rush without thinking about it. You know Frankie would let the guilt eat him alive.

"Daddy you're getting too close," you say, feeling the head start to breach your cunt. His hands are on your breasts, kneading them, fingertips teasing the nipples into painful strains. It’s overwhelming and so fucking hot to you. To know that you can’t fuck but that you’re dangerously close to doing so.

"I don't care," Frankie tells you, his forehead shining with sweat as he fucks between your thighs. "You're mine tonight."

"No," you say, twisting so he can't enter you. "Daddy, don't be bad."

Frankie wants to fuck right into you but he holds back at your protestation. Instead he fucks between your thighs with gusto, gasping against your temple as he comes.

You watch the lurid spray of come shoot up, dribbling over your bare pussy in warm ropes. Frankie watches it too, eyes wide with desire. He holds your legs open, watching your mixed arousal drip down your pussy over the bed sheet below. He's never seen anything sexier in his entire life.

“That was so fucking good,” he breathes, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “So good baby. But I should go.”

“I think you’re a bit too late for that,” you giggle.

He looks at your face in the reflection, cheeks flushed and eyes glittering. His eyes shift to the clock on the wall that reads the late hour. He’s missed the entire dinner with Carmen and her friends. That’s when Frankie realizes the power you hold over him.

That’s when he realizes he's totally fucked.

#Frankie Friday #frankie morales x you #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #catfish #francisco catfish morales #francisco morales #fanfiction #fanfic #pedro pascal #smut

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miintsprigz · 2 months

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Hello!! What would Spy, Scout, and Engie be like with a s/o who is startlingly good at voice impressions?

Dang, Anon, kept ya waitin’ long enough?

Thank you for your patience! I hope that this brightens your day.

Gonna do bullet points for this one just because I think it’ll work better. Apologies that this one isn’t as long, this is a really creative prompt! I just didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer. 💚

Mercs With A S/O Who Does Voice Impressions

Characters: Spy, Scout, Engineer (Team Fortress 2)

Warnings: none come to mind

Spy 🥖

•Spy discovered your hidden talent one day when you were asking him if he wanted to accompany you out for a quick grocery store run…on what happened to be a rather rainy day.

• “(Y/N), mon bijou, as much as I love being around you, the rain will—”

• “… ‘ruin the new shoes I just got, and I can’t have this suit getting wet either’.” You’d been working on that one for a while. Spy stared at you, actually slightly slack-jawed.

• “…pardon?” “Didn’t know I could do that, did you?” “…no, no I did not.”

•Honestly? He’s just a little jealous. That was kind of his thing? I dunno, man just wants to be a bit special.

��That being said, as you start implementing this into your talks with him more and more, he finds it to be yet another quality that makes you lovely.

•He’ll tease you at times. “How can I be sure you aren’t an enemy spy?” You laughed at this, resting your hands on his shoulders. “I dunno, do these feel like the hands of an enemy spy?”

•Biting back a laugh, he shakes his head and pulls you closer, dipping you into a kiss. As he draws back, he smirks. “And those feel like the lips of my love…very well. You must be the real one.”

Scout ⚾️

•You actually first utilized this ability of yours as a hail-mary during a fight. Scout was close to bringing the briefcase to safety when the enemy Scout suddenly charged.

•Seeing this, you looked over at Heavy, hoping he would be okay with this. “‘GOOD TIME TO RUN, COWARD!’”, you mimicked. Instinctually, the enemy Scout flinched in terror. Giving yourself just enough time…

• “Heavy! Thanks for the help, man.” “Scout, I was not over there…” “But I heard you right behind me…” The gears in his head visibly turned.

• “Oh! That would be (Y/N). They are very good at that.” Jeremy’s mouth dropped open, only to immediately curve into a huge grin. “(Y/N)…for real??? Do it again!”

• With a proud grin, you obliged. “‘(Y/N) can sound like giant man!’ See?” Scout howled with delighted laughter.

• “Whoa-ho-ho, that’s freakin’ SICK, (Y/N)! Why didn’t you ever show me you could do dat?” “I dunno, it never really came up in conversation.”

•From that point on, he’d ask if you could “do the thing” all the time. You almost always agreed, his reactions were the cutest. He’d actively show it off, with your permission.

• “Yo, my baby here, watch ‘em. …ain’t that cool?!”

•Scout was actually pretty decent at impressions himself (you already know where he got that from), and sometimes the two of you would go back and forth for a while, cracking yourselves up.

•There came a time where you rolled your eyes at one of his requests. That seemed to make him a little nervous.

• “Hey uh…(Y/N)…do you want me to stop askin’ you to do the voices?” “Huh? Oh…I mean, if I’m tired, maybe.” “Arright…I know you’re probably sick of doin’ it, but I just think it’s so cool.”

•You giggled. He looked all lovestruck even now. “I’m glad you think so~” “You really are the coolest, babe, you know that? All around. I’m the luckiest guy in this whole place.” “Awww~”

Engineer ⚙️

•The first time you did this, it was to try and mess with Dell just a little.

• “‘Needa dispenser here!’” “Scout? Where’d you need that dispenser?” “I have no idea whatcha talkin’ about.” “What? But I just heard ya!” “Hardhat, I wasn’t even over there!”

•You only got away with this a few more times before he caught you midway through. His head turned quick enough to see your mouth moving.

•With the way his goggles and hardhat covered up some of the more expressive parts of his face, you couldn’t tell if he was genuinely mad or not. “(Y/N), that’s you doin’ that, ain’t it?”

• “Yeah…” Your face flushed slightly with embarrassment. “…sorry. Got carried away.” Shaking his head, the serious expression began to break somewhat, chuckling. “Ah, no harm no foul, I s’pose. Just uh…not while I’m workin’, maybe?”

•With a smirk, you mimicked him perfectly. “‘Alrighty, partner.’” “Hoo, that really is uncanny, ain’t it? How do you do that?” Holding a finger to your lips, you snickered, and you could tell he was rolling his eyes at you.

•A week or two later, while you were on break, you heard him calling you. “Engie?” Following his voice to his workshop, you looked for him. He was nowhere to be seen in here…but you’d sworn his voice had come from here.

•Looking down, you saw a new machine on his desk. Looking closer, you saw a speaker.

• “Checkmate, darlin’!” With a hearty laugh, Engie leaned in through the doorway. “Okay, you got me…” It was your turn to roll your eyes, but you couldn’t help but laugh.

•The two of you actually would utilize this on the battlefield if you had the energy for it, getting the other team mixed up. Both of you got quite the laugh out of it.

•He never really asked you to do any of that on your own time though.

•One night, he even took you on the side after using that technique. “Hey, (Y/N)…you know I love hearin’ you as yourself more than any of your impressions, right?” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

•Laughing, you rested your head against him. “Yeah, don’t worry, I know.”

• “Alright. Just wanted to make sure.”

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possessedpasm · 3 months

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do you have any advice for getting ones art to have that vintage look?

I've been trying to do it using the riso color palette but its been difficult

I do! ✌️ thanks for askin!

I don't really see making the most believable vintage art as a hack or a secret. It's definitely something that I've been very invested in for almost my whole life and learned by practice! It takes observation, studying, and research on how art was made during those times-- but that just means I watched and read a lot of older media (and subsequently absorbed styles and techniques through them).

One thing that stands out to me the most between digital and traditional is obviously the screen you see it on. It's crisp and bright-- like, really crisp. Vintage art (unless digitally remastered) will always have lines that aren't Completely sharp. You get ink bleed, fraying, smudging, flecking.... and you can try mimicking this by....

1. Duplicate your line layer (you can even change the color of the duplicated lines to a warmer color which i highly recommend) , and set it to a gentle blur. Then adjust the opacity to a lower setting. (20% usually works for me).

2. Very subtly Blur the layer you're working on without duplicating it, and go over it with a transparent noise brush or textured eraser.

This is just one of the things that goes into it, but the general idea going into making digital look vintage is: make it imperfect! Color bleed, ink bleed, stains, wearing, tearing... think like you're not just drawing it, but making the history of it, too!

Hope this helps! 🙏 🦁🌼

#talkin pasm #art advice #vintage art

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spoilmesweetieforficssake · 11 months

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hii, i love yours stories

I would like to make a request. melissa/reader.

Where the reader is in a toxic relationship with a guy, but she and Melissa are visibly in love with each other, but only they don't see it.

The reader had tried to break up with him many times but never succeeded, so one day Melissa decides to work it out.

That's it, thank you, I hope you understood♡

Thank you! So kind of you to ask for more of my writing (I know I've said it before but it will never not surprise me!)

Okay...so I hope I understood what you were looking for? This took me a while and wasn't an easy write, but I hope it comes close to what you were hoping for!

~*~

Melissa isn’t trying to eavesdrop. She’s actively trying not to, actually, but when she hears the strained tone to your voice, she can’t just walk away. She’s seen you with your guy before. Seen the way he treats you, always wanting you at his beck and call, too busy spouting off his own opinions to listen to anything you ever had to say. To say she’s never liked him would be an understatement.

“I just…I don’t like who I am when I’m with you,” you say honestly, your gaze firmly fixed on your feet. You don’t dare look up. You know he’s not going to like those words. You hadn’t asked for him to come here today. But then again you hadn’t messaged to say you were staying late to set up a few things for your lessons on Monday, so his appearance shouldn’t have come as a surprise.

“But I like who you are with me.”

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. “That’s not the same thing,” you breathe, shaking your head.

“So what are you saying?”

There’s a hardness to his tone that scares you. You’ve been here before. You’ve had this conversation before. You can’t have it again. You need to do this. To see it through. “I’m saying I’m done.”

“We’re not done!”

You look up at his raised voice in time to see him reach out to grab your arm. The next thing you see is a blaze of red. Melissa, you realise.

“Hey!” she snaps, coming to stand by you, a half step ahead so you’re partially hidden behind her shoulder. “She’s saying she’s done, so you’re done. You wanna walk away now.”

“Or what?”

At the threat in his tone Melissa steps fully in front of you, creating a physical barrier between you and him. “You don’t want me to answer that.”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “You’re gonna regret this,” he snarls at you over the red head’s shoulder before storming off across the car park.

You watch him go, the car door slamming behind him before he takes off with enough speed to leave tyre marks. You don’t realise you’re trembling until Melissa places a gentle hand on your arm. Turning to look at her, you find your vision slightly blurred by the tears in your eyes. “Sorry,” you manage in a whisper. “I didn’t mean to make such a scene. I just...I wanted out.”

The red head gently guides you into her arms, holding you firmly against her as your breath comes in stuttered hiccups. “He’s gone,” she says softly, her hands rubbing up and down your back. “You’re safe.”

She must feel you stiffen in her arms, as she pulls back, looking at you with concern.

“What if he tries to come over,” you admit. You want to believe her words. That he’s really gone and that you’re safe, but you know it’s not that simple. Not with him.

“He got keys to your place?” she asks, a frown developing on her features as you nod. “Okay, then the first thing we do is go get those locks changed, then you pick up some stuff and you stay at my place tonight.”

You immediately shake your head. “No, I can’t ask that.”

“You’re not askin’,” she says softly, her hands rubbing up and down your arms. “I’m tellin’ ya,” she smiles. “Come on, I’ll drive.”

You feel like such an incapable idiot. You can’t even break up with your shitty boyfriend on your own and now she’s helping you clear up the mess you’ve made. The hand that takes your own feels too much like a lifeline to let go, though.

You keep trying to apologise on the drive over to your apartment, but Melissa is having none of it. She tells you there is nothing to apologise for, but you’re pretty sure she has better things to be doing than sorting out your mess. Still, she acts as if it’s nothing as she calls a locksmith, waiting with you while he changes the locks. She waves off your attempt to pay the guy, telling you he owed her a favour anyway.

There’s a huge part of you that wants to tell her that she’s done enough. That everything she’s already done is too much, even. The other part of you, the selfish part, you fear, however, doesn’t want to be here if he comes back. With the locks changed you know he can’t get in, but you also know how persistent he can be.

As you disappear into your bedroom to pack a bag, Melissa finds herself restless. She doesn’t want to snoop, but she figures she’s allowed to wander through to your kitchen. She frowns as her eyes land on the photos on your fridge. There are plenty of them, some clearly of you and your friends and family. There are a few too many, however, for her liking of the asshole from the car park. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure you’re still busy, she quickly removes those from the fridge, tossing them into the trash.

Pleased with her work, she returns to the living room, her eyes scanning for any more pictures she might need to get rid of. The pictures she finds here, however, are all in frames and it seems more time and thought has gone into choosing them. She finds herself smiling as she takes in the images of places you’ve visited, pets you’ve clearly loved, friends you look happy and comfortable with, family gatherings, and to her surprise, a recent photograph of the two of you.

The last staff night out, she realises, recognising her outfit. You’re grinning at her as she looks to the camera that she’s clearly holding. You look happy, she thinks. Happier than you did in the photos with him.

“You hungry?”

You shake your head. You don’t think you could stomach anything right now. That and you don’t want her to go to any more trouble than she already has.

Melissa pauses for a moment. She’s heard your stomach growling so he knows you’re lying. “Well I could do with something, so I’m just gonna put a few bits together.”

It’s when she’s in the kitchen that your phone starts ringing. You know without looking it’s going to be him. You ignore it. And the next one. And the one after that. When your phone rings again, you turn it to silent.

You don’t want to speak to him. You know if you do he’ll only either be angry or try to persuade you you’ve made the wrong decision. A few moments later your phone screen as it lights up with another call. You look away from the screen, taking a moment to appreciate the soft sounds of Melissa moving around in her kitchen. To be thankful for the fact that you’re not home at your apartment where he’s probably making a scene and hammering on the door.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Melissa is making quick work of putting together a plate of nibbles she hopes she can entice you to share. She jumps when her phone rings, cursing as she sees Barb’s name flash up on the display. She had meant to call to cancel her plans with the other woman at your apartment.

Barb, ever gracious, quickly accepts the red head’s apology, reassuring her that she had barely even begun to get ready. There were always other evenings.

“Yeah, shit went down in the car park,” offers by way of an explanation. “That guy she’s been seeing was outside waiting for her. She finally broke it off with him. Well, sorta, with a little help.”

“Let me guess,” says Barb, the smirk audible down the phone line. “You were the knight to her damsel in distress?”

“What?” scoffs Melissa. “No! I just did what anyone would do.”

The older woman lets it drop. “Well, I’m glad you did. I never did like that man, or the way he treated her.”

“Yeah, me neither,” grumbles Melissa. “Good riddance to him. Anyway, she’s staying here tonight. She didn’t want to be at home in case he came over.”

“Schemmenti to the rescue,” smiles Barb.

“What was I meant to do? Let her stay at her apartment terrified he was gonna come kick the door in?”

“Like you ever would,” says the Kindergarten teacher softly. “I hope she’s okay.”

“She will be,” nods Melissa, her tone certain, even as she looks through the open doorway to see you sitting with a sullen expression. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“I’m sure you will.”

There’s something in Barb’s tone that makes Melissa blush. “Anyway,” she says quickly. “I’m in the middle of putting together something to eat. I’ll call soon though, we can rearrange?”

Quickly ending the call she tucks her phone away and picks up the plate she’s made. It’s nothing fancy, just tasty little bits and pieces she hopes you might find the appetite to pick away at. Entering the living room, she finds you with your phone in your hand, a male voice blaring through the speaker even though it’s clear you haven’t set the device to speakerphone.

“Maybe we’d still be a thing if you weren’t so in love with fucking Jolene! You know what? I hope the two of you are fucking happy together, you little bitch! Better off without you!”

You knew he’d be vicious. There’s probably worse to come. You sniffle, wiping at the tears in your eyes.

“You okay, hon?” asks Melissa as she sits on the sofa next to you, placing the plate on the table.

“Yeah,” you answer honestly. “I’m not even sad,” you admit. “Just…angry it took so long. That it took you being involved.” Letting out a long sigh, you turn to the red head. “I guess you heard that, huh?”

“Kinda hard not to,” she shrugs.

“He used to call you Jolene.”

That takes a moment to sink in. For both of you.

“I’m never going to be able to pay you back for this,” you say finally. “All of it. Any of it. Breaking up with him when it’s all I’ve wanted to do for months. I kept trying but I just…I couldn’t…I wanted out and I just couldn’t make it happen. Thank you for helping make it happen. For making me feel safe.”

You don’t resist as she slips an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her side. “You don’t need to thank me. I’m just glad I was there to help send that idiot packing.”

“Nope!”

“But-“

“Not a chance!”

You sigh. You’d asked Melissa to take your phone the night before, not wanting to succumb to a moment of weakness and reply to one of his increasingly saccharine messages. He’d moved on from the angry voicemails around midnight. She was now refusing to give you it back. It was perhaps not surprising now she knew what she knew.

You hadn’t really told anyone the truth of your relationship. Had been too embarrassed. Too scared he’d find out and punish you for it. Tucked into Melissa’s side, however, her arm wrapped around you, you’d finally found the courage to admit it out loud. She had stayed silent, held you close and when you were done, calmly told you that if he ever came within six feet of you ever again he was a dead man. Apparently some crimes were worth the time.

“You know you really should password protect this thing.”

Looking up you see her waving your phone in her hand, a devilish smirk on her face. “You didn’t!” You’re not entirely sure what there was to find on your phone, but it made your cheeks flame scarlet regardless.

She doesn’t reply for a moment, instead devoting her attention to flipping a pancake. “I didn’t. Not really…I just deleted all his messages and voicemails. Oh, and blocked his number. And gave you a better screensaver.”

You watch as she places your phone on the counter in front of you, her hand still holding the device.

“We’re still going out and getting you a new number today,” she tells you. “But I’m sure you have other people worried about you so…” She lets go of your phone, turning back to the stove. “You try to message him though and I swear I’m throwing that thing in the blender.”

Tapping the screen, you can’t help but smile as Melissa’s face greets you, blowing you a kiss from the screen. A huge improvement on the awkward selfie of you and him he’d always complain if you changed.

“I’m telling you, it looks great,” grins Melissa from across the table. “You look amazing!”

It seemed the red head was intent on keeping a blush on your cheeks permanently. She’d barely left your side the whole day and your smile had barely left your lips as a result.

Looking down at the new dress you’d bought today in celebration of your newfound freedom, you let yourself believe her words. It’s something he’d never have let you wear. You love it.

You lie in bed that night in Melissa’s spare room, the smile still on your face. You could barely recall the last time you’d had quite so much fun. Saturday plans were not usually yours to make. After working all week, he had always wanted you to spend the day with him. Inevitably, this meant doing precisely what he wanted. Today, however, the red head had insisted you were to choose.

You’d never quite realised how little freedom you’d had before Melissa set you free.

“Fancy meeting you two here.”

You turn at the familiar voice, smiling up at Barb. After Melissa had made you breakfast the day before you had insisted on taking her out today in thanks. She had protested that no such thank you was required, but after much pouting and puppy dog eyes you had managed to persuade her.

“Hey!” smiles Melissa. “I didn’t realise you’d be here. You should come and sit.”

“Oh no!” Barb shakes her head. “I wouldn’t want to interrupt. I’m just here picking up a little treat for Gerald and I. We’re going on a little drive, get out of the city for a while.”

“You’d hardly be interrupting!” you reassure her.

“Yeah, go get Ger,” agrees Melissa.

Barb holds up her hands. “It’s very kind of you to offer, but I already ordered to go. Besides, you should enjoy this,” she smiles, gesturing at the two of you.

She looks up as the server calls her order. “That’ll be me. I’ll see you both tomorrow!”

You both watch as she collects her order and leaves with an odd little wave at the two of you.

“I don’t know what she thinks she’s interrupting,” you shrug. “It’s breakfast.”

Melissa shakes her head. “Honestly, she’s too polite for her own good sometimes.”

By the time Monday morning rolls around it almost feels normal to share your morning routine with Melissa. It’s not that you weren’t friends before the events of Friday, but spending a solid 48 in her company, it’s served to make you more comfortable in each other’s presence than you ever were before. There’s a deeper understanding, an ease in each other’s personal space.

After checking your car is indeed still in the car park, and that it remains intact, you both walk to the break room. You’ve barely had a chance to make a cup of tea before Ava comes charging in the door.

“Whoa, where’s the fire?” you ask.

“Yeah, what’s got you in so early?”

“Well somebody gotta clear this up,” she exclaims, gesturing between you and Melissa. “Because I am hearing things. Girl, you were single for all of ten minutes?”

“What?” you ask, frowning. “No. I am single,” you tell her, pleased with the fact. “Have been since Friday after school.”

“So you?” asks Ava, gesturing at the red head.

Melissa shrugs. “I was just there. Helped sort a few things out, made sure she wasn’t moping around in her apartment all weekend in case he came over.”

“So when Janine saw you two out for dinner you weren��t flirting?”

You and Melissa frown at each other, earning an exaggerated eye roll from Ava. Neither of you even realised Janine had seen you out for dinner, never mind understand how she’s been able to apparently tell everyone before the bell has even rung.

“Girl, from what I heard you were dressed to kill, and you,” she turns to Melissa. “Were dying for a piece of it.”

“So I paid her a compliment?” says Melissa. “You would too if you saw her!”

“Hey.”

You look up to find Melissa leaning in the doorway of your classroom. “Hey you,” you smile. “What’s up?”

“Funny thing,” she says, slowly making her way to your desks, her hands tucked in her pockets. “I keep hearing from people that apparently we’re in love with each other.”

She doesn’t look repulsed by the idea. “Yeah, I heard that rumour too.” You’d been hearing it all day, in fact. It had come to light that there was a rather gossipy group chat that neither you nor Melissa were part of, and yet seemed to be the subject of more frequently than either of you could have guessed.

Standing in front of your desk, she shrugs. “You maybe wanna, I don’t know, grab dinner?” She plucks up the courage to look up at you, the apprehension on her face clear. “Maybe you could wear that dress again? And I’ll try more than a friendly compliment?”

You feel the blush creep up your cheeks, aware you’re grinning like an idiot, your heart hammering in your chest. “That…sounds great,” you finally manage. You want to say more, but your brain can’t seem to organise the thoughts in your head enough to let your tongue put them into words. Instead, you gaze up at her in wonder.

“You know, I usually think this lot are a buncha idiots. But maybe they got this one right?”

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Hi!! I love your writing so much!!

When I saw number 5 on your Drabbles list all I could think of was the team trying to figure out what’s going on with reader and Jamie and coming to the most wild conclusions like they did with Zava and Trent LMAO

AHH! This means so so much to me! Thank you!

I love this prompt so I hope you enjoy!

5. “Idiots. They are all idiots.”

Colin and Isaac peaked around the corner to stare down the hall as (Y/N) walked up the stairs. Surely she was going back and forth between offices, delievering messages and what not for Rebecca.

Since she'd come on the team as Rebecca's personal assistant, everything at Richmond had run smoother. (Y/N) was some kind of assistant extrodinare, memorizing Rebecca's needs in an instant and helping her to focus on the really important things.

She'd also fit right in with the Greyhounds. While her extreme A-Typer personality was intimidating at first but soon they warmed up to her and she softened for them.

But what was really getting the boys in a tizzle recently was her somewhat odd behavior around one certain Greyhound. Jamie Tartt always seemed to be missing right around the time that (Y/N) took her breaks, and during lunch, the both of them would disappear all together.

But the team was not one to back away from a mystery and made it their job to figure out exactly what was going on between the two of them. Right now, Colin and Isaac were on (Y/N) duty.

"What chu lookin' at?"

Jamie's voice from behind them caused Colin to jump, hitting his head on Isaac's chin. The two men cursed and grabbed their respective body parts.

"Fuck! Why'd you sneak up on us like that, bruv?" Isaac groaned, rubbing his chin.

"I didn't do nuthin'!" Jamie defended, walking over to sit in front of his locker. "It was you twos who were being weird."

Colin frowned as he rubbed his forehead, a red mark appearing right in the middle. "We weren't doing anything, were we Isaac?"

"Nope, nothin.'"

Jamie shrugged and whipped out his phone. Isaac looked down at Colin and nudged his head in Jamie's direction.

"So, Jamie!" Colin opened, standing up.

"Colin, I've told ya a million times, you don't need to keep askin me to use my lynx, just take it," Jamie dismissed, messing around with a filter on instagram.

"No, that's not- wait really?"

"Obviously."

Colin nodded, happy with this information. Isaac grunted, reminding Colin of the ask at hand. "Oh! I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch today. Roy told us about this new Kebab place down the road."

"If it's got anything to do with that old fart, I'm not interested," Jamie responded, standing up to grab his fanny pack.

"Oh, so you have plans then?" Isaac interjected, his gaze burning into an oblivious Jamie.

"Uh, yah? Eat lunch?" Jamie rolled his eyes. "Get away from you, twats for five minutes."

"Where are you goin then?" Colin boxed Jamie in. Isaac on one side of Jamie, Colin on the other. Jamie frowned at him, before nudging him out of the way.

"None of your fucking business, is it boyo?"

With that, Jamie was off down the hallway, walking past the same stairs the (Y/N) had climbed just a few minutes prior. Isaac and Colin looked at each other for a second before racing off down the hallway. They reached the boot room where seemingly the rest of the team was waiting.

When they entered the room, they were bombarded with questions flying at them.

"What did you learn?"

"Are they getting lunch together?"

"What lynx does Jamie have now?"

Isaac let out a bark to silence the crowd.

"Jamie didn't take the Kebab bait!" Isaac grunted, crossing his arms. "But he also wouldn't tell us where he was going."

"AH! So (Y/N)/Jamie lives," Dani exclaimed, looking around in exctiement.

He was met with shouts of disapproval and outrage.

"There is NO way that (Y/N) and Jamie are together," Bumbercatch argued. "(Y/N) is just too serious for him."

"Exactly, that's why it's clear they are starting a side hustle!" Jan Maas stated, raising his hand. "We should look to support them in their endeavors."

Again, there was cries of outrage as the boys all shouted their theories of what was going on with the two.

"Jamie is looking for a surrogate!"

"(Y/N) is his long lost sister!"

"She was actually hired to be Jamie's nanny to make sure he doesn't get into anymore trouble."

The theories went on, each more outrageous than the last. Unbeknownst to them, unoticed in the corner was Will. He'd been in there the whole time. He pulled out his phone and sent a message.

...

(Y/N)'s phone lit up in the cupholder between her and Jamie. Jamie was driving down the road, his sunglasses blocking his eyes. He had a hand on the wheel and the other was rubbing up and down her thigh gently.

(Y/N) reached over and grabbed her phone, letting out a giggle as she read his message.

"'the boys are properly distracted, have a good lunch' smiley face'" She read out, leaning over to show Jamie the photo of the boys arguing.

Jamie chuckled, glancing down at the phone. "Idiots, they're all idiots."

(Y/N) planted a kiss on Jamie's cheek before leaning back in her seat. "Yeah, but so are you."

Jamie smiled, content at the though of being (Y/N)'s idiot.

Hope you enjoyed!

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