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oliveisme533 · 2 months

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My dad’s neighbor is a dilf

Chapter 4

Joel Miller x You

Summery: You had decided to spend your summer in Austin with your dad. You used to spend almost every summer there, but hadn't spent a summer there since you were a teenager. Which means you hadn't seen a certain Joel Miller in years..

Warnings: abusive ex is back. Verbal abuse and physical violence (not against reader)

You roll over in your bed with a groan and stretch your arms. Grabbing your phone you check the time 10:03. Early for you. You decide to hop in the shower before your dad can ask you to help pick up fallen branches in the yard from last nights storm. You let the scolding water hit your body and you draw in a deep breath. Tomorrow was Monday which meant your dad would be back to work and you wouldn't have anyone to talk to or hang out with until 5 o'clock. Rinsing the soap from your face you contemplated just what to do with tomorrow, in fact you were beginning to wonder how to make use of your summer in general. The last couple weeks of doing nothing had been a much needed reprieve from your busy life, but you were starting to get a little stir crazy. You turned off the water, still deep in thought when you heard your phone buzzing. You tiptoed over to your bedside table and saw Joel's name lighting up the screen. "Why is he calling me?" You pick up the phone ...

Hello Hey sweetheart didn't wake ya did I? No no I've been up...for a few minutes (Joel chuckled) Well hey listen, one of my coworkers was looking for a sitter for tonight. He and the Misses are going out and their regular girl can't make it. Any interest in an easy job for the night? Oh yeah I can definitely do that. God know I've got nothing else going on. Okay I'll send you the info! Thanks darlin'

Obviously he wasn't calling just because he wanted to chat with you. It was a stupid thing to even hope for. The rest of the day went by relatively slowly, but when 6 o'clock rolled around you put some snacks in your back pack, a phone charger, and a book you had been trying to finish for several weeks now. The babysitting was easy. It was one kid, she was four years old and for the most part did whatever you asked. The parents told you they would be out late so when 11:45 rolled around you weren't surprised they hadn't come home yet. The house was quiet...too quiet. You never much liked this part of being a baby sitter. It was different when you did it for Sarah. The millers house was always warm and full of life. Those nights when Joel did get home a little later you felt safe curling up in on his couch with the TV on. Most of the times you would fall asleep like that and Joel would drive you home the next day after making you and Sarah breakfast. You smile at the memory. The sounds of the house settling are enough to snap you from this daydream down memory lane. "Fuck I really don't like this huge, quiet house. What if I call someone to keep me company. Dad will be asleep, so would mom and my sister. I bet Joel Miller is awake..." you stare at your phone and contemplate this next move. "Fuck it" you mutter and tape his name. The phone only rings a couple of times before you hear Joel's husky voice. A twinge of guilt shoots through you as you fear you've woken him up.

Hello? Everything okay? Hey, yeah I'm so sorry did I wake you? I was just restin' my eyes that's all. I ain't in bed yet. Well I just- I really don't like being in these houses all by myself. It sounds stupid but it's kinda scary I guess. 'S not stupid. You want someone to talk to-keep ya company? Yeah... and I figured you'd be awake still, but I guess I figured wrong You're all right honey, I really don't mind. I needed to get off this couch and sleep in my bed any how. But how 'bout you tell me about your day? My day was pretty boring honestly. I played with the cat, ate some ice cream and watched TV Wat'd ya watch? Love island What in the hell is that?

You laughed and proceeded to tell him all about the show. A little while passed and then you heard the lock click and knew the parents were home. You told Joel you had to go to which he responded "alright let me know when you get home safe. Can call me if you want." Back home you pondered whether or not you should call Joel. It was late and you were feeling tired, but you wanted to talk to him. After slipping into your pajamas you felt like you could hardly stay awake much longer, but you were determined to take advantage of this invitation from Joel to call him. So you tapped his name and watched the phone ring. You put it to your ear and your heart sank with each unanswered ring. When it went to voicemail you resolved that he had likely fallen asleep and you decided to do the same.

The next day you woke up early (ish) at 9:00. Your dad had already left for work. You roll over in your bed to check your phone and your heart pounds.

Missed call from Joel Miller 36m ago

You're hoping he's not at work yet and call him back quickly. "Hey sweetheart" he picks up within a few rings. "Sorry I missed your call last night. I ended up falling asleep and didn't hear the phone." It was so nice to hear his voice first thing in the morning. "Oh you don't need to apologize. I didn't really need anything, I just like talking to you" you could almost hear Joel grin as he said "well I like talkin' to you too sugar" you had walked down to your kitchen to put on a pot of coffee at this point when you say "hey why aren't you at work?" "Waitin for some parts to come in for this current job. Until they do there's nothin else I can really do. But the parts are supposed to be here by noon... so I'll get my ass to work in a couple hours" you notice a note taped to the fridge as Joel finishes saying all this. "I completely forget" you mutter to yourself, but apparently Joel hears. "What'd you forget?" "My dad left me a note reminding me that he's gone on a business trip and won't be back until Thursday." "Oh that's right. Your dad did mention that. Told me to keep an eye out for ya." "Did he really? "Yeah I mean you're going to be by yourself in that big house for almost 3 days" "I'm a grown ass woman though!" Joel chuckled. "No ones sayin you ain't, darlin. Dads worry and that don't change from when you're 5 or when you're 25" "I guess that's fair enough" you shrug. "I should get my day started here... might go on a run and catch up on laundry" "Well if you need anything the next couple of days just hollar" You hang up the phone with brief goodbyes and run your fingers through your tangled bed head. You groan as you massage your temple. "What the fuck am I doing?? I'm catching feelings for Joel fucking Miller. What's worse is that I'm flirting with him too"

Against your better judgement you decide to text Joel later in the day Hey what time you get off tonight? I should be wrapping up by 7...Why? You want to swing by for dinner? Nothing fancy. I'm just bored and I don't love being here alone in the evenings for long periods of time lol. Well I ain't gonna turn you down for some dinner. I'll see you at 7:30. Can I pick anything up at the store for ya on my way there? Well if you're offering... maybe some ice cream? And a bottle of rosè You got it

The rest of the day went by slowly. 7:30 couldn't get here fast enough. You were hoping for something to happen tonight with Joel, but you weren't sure what that would be. You hadn't decided if the lingering glances from him were just something you were imagining or actually happening. Around 6:30 you decide to hope in the shower and of course shave...because you never know right? After your shower you settle on wearing a simple, linen dress that's super comfortable and not all that fancy. At exactly 7:30 you hear the doorbell ring. You jump off the sofa to answer it, your heart in your throat. But when you open the door, you're afraid you might be sick. It's not Joel Miller who stands there, but your toxic ex boyfriend ...Ben.

"What the fuck are you doing? You need to leave" Ben smirks. "Aren't you a delight. I just wanted to talk to you, and since you've block my number I had to take matters into my hands." Your heart was racing. Ben had never shown any physical violence against you, but you didn't know what he was capable and you didn't want to find out. "I thought I made myself really fucking clear that we are over" you said with a shaky voice. "Baby I just don't think you get to make that call. I mean I've done so much to make this relationship work. You can't just throw all that away. You know you're never going to find another guy who puts up with your shit." That was it. Something in you snapped. Something that had been brewing for literally years was about to come out. "No fuck you!" You shoved him in the chest with both palms and he stumbled back just a step, caught off guard by your motion. "Screw you! I don't need a guy to put up with anything about me, you asshole. You act like you're some fucking hero for tolerating the fact that I struggle with my mental health and stuff!" Ben was fuming now. You had never laid hands on him and you could tell the shove had lit something inside him too. "You have issues you know that?! You have fucking issues in your head!" He screamed at you getting up in your face and grabbing your arms tightly, pinning them to your sides. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Joel's truck coming down the street and pulling into your drive way. Ben was now shaking you and yelling "YOU'RE SUCH A BITCH.." he didn't get to finish his sentence because a firm hand grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him backwards.

If looks could kill...you had never seen such an expression on Joel. He looked like he could tear Ben to pieces right then and there, yet he maintained a calm composure. "I suggest you get the fuck off this porch and don't come back, son" Joel said in a low voice. Ben scoffed. "Get out of here, old man. This ain't your business" Ben spat. "Son, we can do this the easy way or the hard way." Ben let his head fall back and let out a chuckle that sent a chill down your spine. "Is that so?" Without warning Ben threw a punch and Joel and narrowly missed "Ben!" You shrieked. Ben straightened up sent another punch. Joel grabbed his wrist, mid punch and yanked him in close. Joel towered over him. "Do not make me repeat myself again. I said get the fuck off this porch, or things will get ugly." At this Joel shoved Ben forcefully away, causing him to stumble backwards. Ben still looked angry, but now there was a hint of fear in his eyes too. He gave you one last glare and then jogged back to his car.

As soon as Ben's car sped off. Joel sun around. "Are you okay??" He asked, grabbing your face in his hands. "Um yeah" you managed to squeak. "I mean that fucking scared me tho." Joel looked like he might be sick. "I am so sorry wasn't here at 7:30. If I got here on time- " "Joel come on you don't need to do that. It's not like either of us had any idea Ben would show up here. I'm glad you came when you did though." Joel massaged the bridge of his nose. He looked stressed and was probably imaging what would have happened if he didn't show up at all. He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut as if trying to rid himself of the notion. "Joel look at me I'm fine!" You said pulling his hand away from his face. Joel took your hand in his and stroked it with his thumb. "Okay" he said softly. "Did you get my ice cream?" You said trying to change the subject. A smile tugged at his mouth. "Yeah I did, baby"

You had made spaghetti for dinner, about one of the only dishes you were confident in preparing. You and Joel sat at the table in silence and you watched as he pushed his food around. "I'm sorry I'm not a chef...if you want we could just order a pizza?" You suggested. Joel looked up at you seemingly caught off guard. "No no no it's not that! The meal is delicious. I guess I just don't have an appetite. That's all." You pushed back from the table and the chair scraping against the hardwood made Joel jump slightly. "Baby I didn't mean to offend you it's just" you laughed as you reached for the shelf above the stove "Joel I'm not mad I'm just looking for something." Joel slowly walked towards where you were balancing on a stool trying to get the top door of the cabinet open. "Um...what's that?" You grunted as you finally got hold of what it was you were looking for. "My dad's red wine. It's gross too me, but he always says red wine gives you an appetite." You hopped off the stool and thrust the bottle into his chest. "Where's the wine you got me? I would like to get into that like asap." Before waiting for a response you went into the other room where the grocery bag still sat with the ice cream and wine and dug out the bottle. You hastily removed the top and began drinking. "Y/n...slow down what are you doing?" You removed the bottle from your lips and wiped your mouth. "What does it look like I'm doing?" Joel's face was laced with concern. "Okay that's enough. I'm calling your dad, you can stay at mine until he gets home. I'm sure he'll book the first flight back when he hears.." you didn't let Joel finish. He had tried to grab the bottle from your hands "no, fuck off I'm a grown woman. I don't need you calling me dad to tell on me or whatever." Joel placed both hands in his hair and squeezed his head "sweetheart you're clearly not okay! And for good reason... will you just let me help you? I'm worried about you. This shit wasn't in any of the parenting books I read before Sarah.." "you're not my dad!" "No no I'm not saying that I just" ... "is that all this is? You want to fill the void of not having your daughter at home this summer. So you come over here to parent me because my dad's not here? I don't fucking need that Joel I don't want you to see me that way."

...to be continued

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misc-obeyme · 11 months

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With an extremely lazy mc, that can be worse than belphegor in that aspect yet is always on top of what they need to do.

Homework? Finished, Chores? Done, Pranks? Happened. Yet they haven't seemed to move from their spot in the last 7 hours.

It's later revealed that it's just them using magic but entertaining nonetheless

Hi there, anon!

This was fun to write, I have to say. I mean, if I could just use magic to get everything done, I absolutely would.

Thanks for the request!

brothers reaction to lazy GN!MC who gets everything done with magic

Warnings: none!

Lucifer

Previously thought there was no way anyone could be lazier than Belphie… but he's surprised by how close you get. At first he's annoyed, but then you somehow get everything done anyway? And then he's just confused.

Confused… but also suspicious. How are you doing that, MC? He wants to lecture you so bad, but he can't since you actually do everything you need to do. Secretly a little worked up about it, but he's trying to keep his cool.

That essay he knew was due for your class tomorrow isn't just finished, it's well written, too. The dishes it was your turn to do are all washed and put away. And yet you haven't moved for hours.

Figures it out when he falls for one of your pranks. Because he can see how the prank was done with magic. Confronts you about it directly. Go ahead and pretend you don't know what he's talking about. It'll drive him crazy, especially since you haven't actually done anything wrong and he can't actually prove that prank was yours.

Mammon

Amazed. He's just shocked that you're able to do everything while actually doing nothing. How is it that all your homework and chores are done when you haven't moved?! What is going on here?

Asks you to teach him your ways even before he knows you're just using magic. He's imagining a life of never having to do homework or chores ever again. He'd be able to spend all his time partying or finding a way to rake in the Grimm. Ya gotta show him how ya do that, MC!

Mammon is in awe of all your perfectly executed pranks, too. Doesn't even mind if he falls victim to one considering how good they always are.

Doesn't figure it out. He'll only know you were using magic the whole time if someone tells him. If you tell him yourself, he'll pretend he knew all along. Now teach him all those spells.

Leviathan

He's amazed, but he's also suspicious. There's no way you're able to stay on top of everything like that. You can sit with him and play video games all night while your homework somehow still gets done. Something is up with that.

Doesn't care too much, though, so he doesn't try to figure out what's going on. Your ability to do your homework and chores isn't his concern. Let Lucifer worry about it.

He's just happy that you have more than enough time to spend with him, watching anime or reading manga or playing video games, etc. Let's be real, Levi has different priorities.

Only figures it out when he asks you to help him clean his room, which has gotten a little cluttered. You proceed to assist with magic and that's when it clicks. Of course! Everyone knows what a good sorcerer you are, MC! He can't believe he didn't realize it sooner!

Satan

It doesn't really register at first. He just knows that you're very efficient at getting things done without being busy at all. Assumes you have a strict time management style to keep yourself on track. That's certainly the most logical explanation, right?

Eventually realizes that you are in fact quite lazy, though. The fact that you haven't left the couch in hours makes him a little antsy. Don't you have things to do, MC?

Make him really crazy by just smiling and saying you've already done everything you needed to do that day. Tell him all about whatever homework, chores, and pranks you've done in the time you've been sitting on the couch.

He does figure you out pretty quickly, though. Satan is smart and he can tell that you're doing magic over there, even if nobody else seems to realize it. He's impressed. Why shouldn't you use magic to accomplish everything? Your skill as a sorcerer allows you to do it, so why not?

Asmodeus

Complains about how lazy you are. He doesn't care about your homework, chores, or pranks. But MC, you really should be more diligent about your skin care routine. Do you even use the products he gave you?

Show him your half empty product bottles and watch his expression go from surprised to happy to confused. He's thrilled that you're actually using what he gave you, but… when? How? He's never actually seen you use them?

Keep your secrets, Asmo likes how mysterious you are. Always sitting around, always doing nothing, and yet everything is somehow still done. How interesting! You're like a little puzzle he needs to work out.

He does, eventually. He really wants to make sure you're doing what you say you are, so he spies on you to see what you're up to. Won't figure it out until you actually use magic to apply the various skin care products. Now he's onto you. He's another one who's going to be impressed by your clever use of magic.

Beelzebub

Doesn't notice how lazy you are, but does notice that your stuff still gets done. His instinct is to help you out, so he might try to do some chores for you only to find that you've somehow already done them? How did you do that? He's confused.

This is going to go on for a while. He's going to notice your stuff is done, but he's just gonna go ??? and then move on with his life. He's not worried about it, though it is a little mind boggling.

Assuming you're sometimes on meal duty, though, that's when he's going to make the connection. If you use magic to make meals and they turn out really good, he's going to want to know how you're doing it. He's going to notice that you somehow get it done without even going into the kitchen? MC, please explain. He needs to know where your food supply is coming from.

In the end, you likely just tell him about it yourself. You go ahead and use magic to make him snacks. He's so thrilled, but he's not going to ask you to teach him. He's just going to ask you to make him food all the time. You're really good at magic, after all.

Belphegor

Annoyed at first. How dare you surpass him in laziness? This isn't something he actually cared about until he realized that some of his brothers were saying you were lazier than him. Hey. MC. This is his thing, you know?

Turns out he's too lazy to actually pursue any kind of rivalry with you about this. So instead you become partners in crime. If you're sitting around for hours, you can be sure that Belphie will be by your side, probably asleep. He's happy to keep you company.

Figures out what you're doing pretty fast. Since he's with you all the time, he sees that you're using magic to get everything done. Starts trying to get you to do his stuff, too. You get to decide if you're going to or not, but if you do, then he'll never leave your side again.

Especially fond of your pranks, particularly ones aimed at Lucifer. Will never give you away. The others might ask him how you do what you do, considering he's spending all his time with you. But he'll never tell, so they'll have to figure it out for themselves.

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bellysoupset · 5 months

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eeeee I'm so excited for more Luke-centric bromance whump!! I neeed it!

I have a general scenario that has been rattling around in my head:

Luke eating too much with the guys (maybe he's a little tipsy and his eyes are bigger than his belly, or maybe he and Bell got in an argument and he's trying to bury his hurt feelings with so much pasta) and getting a belly rub when it becomes obvious how uncomfortably stuffed he is. I love the frenemies vibe between him and Jonah, but I feel like it would have to be a true emergency for Jonah to rub Luke's tummy, ya know lol

Anyway, I can't wait to see what you do with everyone next!!!

You're right about Jonah, so I went with second best, Luke/Vin self indulgent bromance, with a splash of angst 💛

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"How come you have all these clothes and I only ever see you wearing the same five shirts?" Lucas asked as Vince dumped yet another box of his stuff in his arms.

Vin shrugged, "I'm a consistent man," he said cheekily, before turning around and assessing his dorm, making sure nothing was being left behind. He wasn't quite moving in with Wendy, they hadn't exactly discussed it long term, but she had invited him to stay over for the remainder of the year, so he didn't have to worry about that for the holidays.

If Vin was honest, he knew Wendy wanted him to move in, she had made it pretty damn clear, he just... It was complicated.

Luke was in the middle of the hallway of the dorm building, holding the box still and pouting. Whatever he was pouting over, Vince didn't know, but he knew Luke could never quite bitch in silence and it'd come up soon enough.

"All done?" he asked and Vince nodded, tucking a box under his arm and shutting the dorm door behind him. It was snowing like crazy outside and even in the forty minutes it had taken them to strip his dorm room naked, Lucas' car had already gotten covered in snow.

They dumped the remaining boxes in the backseat and Vince shuddered as he sat on the passenger side, slamming the door closed and starting the car, so the heat would start back up. He pressed his hands to the air vents, even with the wool gloves they were freezing, and shivered again as Luke opened the driver's door to get in.

"Ugh, I hate the cold," Vince whined and Lucas let out a noise in agreement. Luke always was clean shaven and today his cheeks were an angry red due to the cold, which paired with his pout made him look like a teenager.

They didn't chat much during the drive to Wen's building and Vince immediately jumped out of the car as his friend parked behind his bike, so they could get the boxes. He bounced on his feet, trying to warm up.

"Do you wanna stick around for lunch?"

"What about Wendy?"

"What about Wendy?" Vince frowned, grabbing two boxes with one hand, while with the other he threw a duffle bag around his shoulder, "she's not even in, she went out with Barbie and Meghan to celebrate the end of the semester."

"Ah..." Lucas piled up the remaining boxes in his arms and successfully shielded his face from view, "well, if I'm not going to impose..."

"Since when do you care about that?" Vince asked, following him to the elevators, "and since when is it imposing? It's Wendy, man."

Instead of answering him, Luke only shrugged, causing Vin to glare at his back. He joined him inside the elevator and pressed the button, shivering again.

"I'm thinking soup," he said and was even more frustrated when there was no quip back from his best friend. Vince bumped his shoulder with Luke's, "hello? Anyone home?"

"I'm listening to you," the other man groaned.

"So soup alright? No complaints?"

"Do whatever you want, Vin."

Vince's heart squeezed a little bit, he hated to see Lucas upset. Or rather, just how sad he sounded.

"What's wrong, Luke? Did you and Bell have a fight?"

"Uhm? No," Lucas shook his head, leaning forward so he could rest his chin on top of one of the boxes, "no, Bell and I are fine."

"Then what-" the elevator came to a stop and interrupted him, but Vince didn't drop the conversation, walking backwards towards Wen's red door and struggling to unlock it, "what's wrong? You're acting weird."

"Nothing's wrong," Lucas scoffed, "where do I put this?"

"You can just leave it in living room, I'll sort this with Wen later," Vince gestured for him, while walking ahead to the bedroom so he could dump his bag on top of the bed and the two boxes he had been carrying, "I don't buy nothing is wrong."

"Can you not?" Lucas grumbled, hugging himself and pulling on his thick sweater. Vince squeezed his shoulder, circling him as he walked to the kitchen.

"Cheer up, Luke, we're no longer in college. Finals are all done. Life is great," Vince said brightly, opening the fridge so he could grab the ingredients to make soup and mentally starting to list down what he had to get in the next grocery trip.

"Are you excited about moving in with Wendy?" Lucas leaned against the stove and Vince scoffed, grabbing his elbow and pulling him closer, before shoving a peeler in his hands and a sack of potatoes.

"Help around, would you?" he asked, amusing himself on how much he sounded like his mother. He started to mince the garlic, "I mean, I'm not moving in with her, not like, really and I've been pretty much here all of the last month but-"

"I got it," Luke interrupted him, sounding twice as bothered as before, angrily peeling the potatoes. Vince frowned, confused, but opted for not saying anything.

They prepared the food in silence, safe for Vince shoving Lucas out of the way and telling him to do things, then walked back to the living room, Vin turning up the television to fill in for the weird awkward silence.

"Ma texted me yesterday," Vince said, filling up both their plates and walking back to the living room, with Lucas hot in his heels, "she said you, Bell, Jon and Leo have to come spend Christmas with us. Wendy already said she's coming," he rolled his eyes fondly, starting to eat, "she didn't ask, by the way, she bossed you to show up."

Lucas opened a small smile, while wolfing down his plate, "your mom is a sweetheart," he tore into the bread, taking a bite of it without any sauce and slurping on the soup immediately after, "but we can't."

"You and Bella already have plans?"

Luke cringed, shrugging, "not quite. My father demanded we spend Christmas with him and I can't exactly tell him to fuck off this time around. Bella is only alive because he got the damn specialist, I can't- I can't say no."

"No, I get it. It's a great excuse, even my mom won't be able to be mad at it," Vince snorted, "does Bell know?"

"She does and she's not happy about it, believe me," Lucas grumbled, finishing up his plate and getting up to get more, while Vince raised his eyebrows.

"Damn, you're starving."

"Yeah," Lucas said loudly from the kitchen, before walking back to the table, "and I think Leo and Jon are going to spend with us too."

Vince paused, lowering his own spoon. Lucas and Bell he understood, but Jonah and Leo...?

"With... Your dad...?" he said slowly and Luke shook his head.

"No, Jon's dad. Who lives down the block from my father," he rolled his eyes, "I don't even know, don't ask me. Jonah said Jackie texted about Christmas too, so that's a whole other can of worms."

"I always forget you two grew up together," Vince said, trying to keep the jealousy from his voice. It wasn't that he didn't like that Lucas had other friends or that he didn't love Jonah, he just didn't like being reminded that Jon and Luke had twenty years of shared history he'd never know enough of.

"I wish I could forget," Luke scoffed, pausing halfway through his second plate to muffle a burp against his hand, "have you met Jackie?"

Vince opened a cheeky smile, "besides that playboy mag I used to ha-AW-OW!" he giggled, as Lucas kicked him from under the table, "that hurts!"

"Don't be fucking gross about her," Luke wrinkled his nose, in disgust, "I've known the woman since I was in diapers, shut up."

"I thought you hated her," Vince groaned, rubbing his ankle and Lucas shrugged.

"I don't hate her, I just don't like her. She never gave a flying fuck about Jon and then she got married again and suddenly is all my-darling-boy this, my-sweetheart that. Mother of the fucking year."

Vince raised his eyebrows at the bitter words, then noticed Luke's plate was nearly empty again, "Jesus, one would think you're being starved at home, Luke. Pace yourself, there's plenty."

"Shut up, it's good," Lucas pouted, digging back in, "you're gonna meet her Friday, at the graduation. You'll know what I mean."

"What about Jon's dad?"

"What about Jasper?" he used a piece of bread to clear the plate, wiping the porcelain of the rest of the soup.

"Does he suck too?" Vince was very entertained, even if Jonah would have his head if he knew they were gossiping about him.

"I mean, he's friends with my dad, so that goes without saying," Lucas chuckled dryly, "but at least he doesn't... He doesn't pretend like Jackie does."

Vince had his doubts Jackie was actually pretending and mostly he was taken back by Luke's unsympathetic take on the woman. If anything he expected the opposite, for Luke to hate Jon's dad, not his mother.

"Wasn't Jackie friends with your mom?" he asked softly and if he expected any response, he didn't get one, aside from Luke muffling another burp against his hand and glaring at his now empty plate.

Vin finished up his own soup, basking in the warmth that was spreading all over him. He sat back in the chair, "are you gonna spill about what have you in such a shitty mood, Luke?"

Lucas shrugged, his face all blushed, "I'm not-"

"I know you," Vince glared at him, kicking him lightly from under the table, "c'mooon... Is it because I'm moving in with Wen? Because it kinda looks like it is and-"

"No," Luke shook his head, before grimacing, planting a hand on his stomach and rubbing it over the thick sweater, "maybe. I don't know."

"You don't know," Vince squinted at him, "what does that mean?"

"I- I'm gonna get more food," Luke decided, instead of answer, forcing himself up, "do you want more?"

"You really should-"

His friend didn't wait for the chastising, instead he picked up Vince's empty plate, then moved back into the kitchen. Faintly Vince could hear him moving around, punctuated by some soft, dainty burps.

He walked back, with a permanent grimace on now and Vince lazily stirred the soup, waiting for Lucas to sit back down so he could continue the conversation. He wasn't gonna let the other man dodge his way out of this one.

"So? You're angry because I'm moving in with Wen?" he asked, watching Lucas force himself to continue eating, unimpressed by him.

"I'm not angry that you're moving in with Wendy. I love Wendy, she's great," Lucas said, glaring at his plate instead of meeting Vince's eyes. The other man let out a chuckle.

"Okay, try that one again, but mean it," he teased, "Lucas?"

"I'm not-" Luke forced himself to look up, "I'm not angry, okay? I like Wendy, I really do, I like- I think you're super happy with her. I think this is great."

"But...?" Vince frowned, confused. He sounded genuine, "what is it? I'm not gonna be mad, I swear..."

Lucas let out a groan, clutching at his stomach and he annoyedly pushed his plate away, so he could rest his forehead to the table and burp at his lap, "hold on."

"You didn't eat that much," Vince squinted, suspicious this was all acting so Luke could get out of the conversation. His friend groaned, rocking slightly on the chair.

"Ate too... UURghp- Too fast," he moaned, clutching at his middle and pushing back from the table, getting up and bracing against the chair. Vince frowned, despite his doubts, Lucas' face had turned a sickly shade of white.

"Are you gonna hurl....?"

"No-" Luke pressed a hand to his mouth, muffling a string of wet belches, "maybe."

"Goddammit, Luke-"

"I just need a moment," he panted quietly, rubbing at his stomach, "really, it's fine, just-"

"C'mere," Vince abandoned his half empty second plate, grabbing his best friend's arm and tugging him to the couch in the living room area, "sit down."

Lucas grimaced as he plopped down in the couch, cupping one hand over his mouth and letting out a sickly belch that had Vince jumping up to scramble and find a recipient. Luckily, nothing came up.

"I'm not gonna puke," he groaned, as Vince sped to the laundry room and returned with a cute little bucket, decorated with tulips.

"Just like you're not mad?" Vince teased, handing him the bucket, "c'mere, let me rub your stomach. You fucking baby."

Luke didn't fight him at all, promptly falling on his side, so his head could rest on Vince's thigh, "I'm not angry, okay? Or jealous."

"Uhm," Vince rolled his eyes, running fingers through his friend's hair and then planting a hand on his stomach. He cringed, Luke's belly that had been flat not even one hour before, was now tout and warm to the touch, churning up a storm, "so what's the matter?"

Lucas muffled a sickly little burp against his leg, groaning, "I just... Are you- You're not moving in with Wendy, so what are you doing?"

Taken back by the out of the blue questioning, Vince frowned, pausing the belly rub, "uhm... I'm gonna spend the holidays with Wen and start hunting for a place in February, that's the plan... Why? Why are you upset over this, I don't-"

"Here?" Lucas asked, forcing himself up on the couch so he could look at Vince. There were visible pained lines in his face and he hugged his midsection, throat bobbing dangerously, "are you gonna hunt for a place here?"

"I..." Vince paused, feeling guilt wash all over him. All evening he had been thinking Lucas was being jealous and silly, but in reality he just knew Vince better than anyone, "I'm not sure, Luke..."

"Figured," Lucas scoffed, then reached for the bucket, moving on the couch so he was not pressed next to Vin and leaning over it, gagging fruitlessly. He hugged his stomach, panting and then flinched when Vin tried planting a hand on his back, "don't."

"Don't be like that, Luke," Vince whined, moving closer regardless, rubbing his back, "look, I'm not - There's nothing set, okay? I'm just considering it..."

"And you weren't gonna say anything," Lucas scoffed, his voice echoing inside the bucket, before he let out a moan and spat the saliva pooling in his mouth. His tummy let out a loud, upset growl and he belched, clutching his belly, "does Wendy know?"

Vince shook his head, guilt churning his own stomach, "there's nothing to tell her..."

"Coward," Luke groaned, squeezing the bucket, "she's your fucking girlfriend, if you plan on leaving town, you should at least fucking tell her."

Vince winced at the snappish response and continued to rub his friend's back, ignoring Luke trying to push his hand away, "it's not like that, dude. Not at all, I'm gonna talk with Wendy, I -"

Lucas interrupted him, letting out a sudden heave and then a gush of soup splattered inside of the bucket. He let out a whimper, curling up on himself, "fuck..."

"Feel better though?" Vince asked in a small, pathetic voice, his heart squeezing. He hated the idea that he had, somehow, caused Lucas to feel this awful, even if rationally he was aware it was simply because his best friend decided to chug soup instead of eating normally.

"No," Luke scoffed, but planted the bucket down and hugged himself, scooting further away from Vince, until his back met the other couch arm. He curled up, "I can't believe you weren't gonna say anything."

"I was!" Vince cried out, lurching so he could sit closer again. The space between them, of mere ten inches, felt like too much, "I am gonna talk with Wendy and I was gonna talk with you, there's just nothing to tell for now, I'm still just... Just thinking about-"

"About leaving," Lucas groaned, bringing his knees to his chest, "and I knew it the minute you said you didn't want to move in with Wen."

"I never said that," Vince rolled his eyes, "I said I'm already half moved in, don't-"

"I don't want you to leave," Luke groaned, "I know it's not gonna be now, but I don't... You're my best friend, please don't go."

"I'm not going anywhere," Vince stressed, frustrated and planting a hand on Luke's arm, tugging him closer, "c'mere, lie down-"

"No, stop-"

"Come here," Vince scoffed, grabbing him tightly and forcing Lucas to lie against his side, "I'm not going anywhere for now, okay? I'm just considering other options, that's all."

"Don't though," Luke whined, pressing his head to Vince's shoulder, "please."

Vince's heart broke in a bunch of little pieces and he forced his eyes on a spot on the wall across from them, forcing out a breath, "let me rub your stomach, that can't be feeling good."

Wordlessly he felt Luke slide down, so he could resume to the position where his head was resting on Vince's lap and his best friend's hand resting on his stomach. He sniffled and Vin pretended not to hear and that his eyes weren't burning either.

"Don't tell Wendy? Not yet?"

"I'm not gonna tell anyone," Lucas sighed, "but you're breaking my heart."

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #emeto #lucas atwood #angst #back in my groove #tummy rubs

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Hi dad. I got an angsty one for ya.

How would the slashers (anyone you wanna write for, as many or few as you want) react to a reader who they've kinda fallen for and acts comfortable around them, but is really just putting up an act to stay alive? maybe the reader could fall for them, but they're scared out of their mind and Stockholm syndrome isn't happening. 😈😈😈

Trigger of love

Headcanons

☆STARRING☆

☆Brahms Heelshire☆

☆Michael Audrey Myers☆

☆ Jason Voorhees ☆

☆ Jesse Cromeans ☆

Tw: major character death, description of injuries and bones breaking, canon violence, mature language, toxic relationships, mentions of blood, description of mental illness

A/n: THIS IS THE JUICIEST TASTIEST ANGST REQUEST EVER BRO. so happy to finally have the opportunity to write it, even tho it has taken me ages but I'VE DONE FINALLY. That's my shit right here, really tragic stories with really tragic endings and never ending dramas ANYWAY ENJOY

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BRAHMS HEELSHIRE:

I genuinely think brahms would end up killing you

LET ME EXPLAIN OKAY? DON'T COME AT ME

he wouldn't do it on purpose, it would be something accidental. Your behaviour would bring out the worst tantrum ever in history

Not your fault bro I know but it is what it is

The fact is that everytime brahms does something bad it has some sort "justification"

Like Idk if it makes sense but take greta for example

He did all those things at the beginning cause she was breaking the rules, and he killed Cole cause he was hurting her

You're not doing anything wrong but at the same time he's hypersensitive to people's behaviour so he knows you're not really doing it because you love him but more because you fear him

It's like living with his parents and even tho there's some sort of comfort in it because it's all he knows, he still wants to feel truly loved

You don't try to escape but don't let the Stockholm syndrome kick in either and you don't even give a chance to actually believe he's not going to hurt you

Which again, not your fault cause his tantrums are enough on their own to make someone shit themselves, and he knows it

We love a self-aware king

So he finds himself in this shitty in between where he can't say he doesn't has what he wants but neither that he's happy

For once in his life, having his own selfish need of you staying ecc it's not enough and he wishes for you to be happy as well

You do everything and beyond to keep him happy

Never once broke a rule, never once tried to get away, never said no to giving him affection or anything he asks for

You have even taken care of him when he was sad ecc

But he can still see it in your eyes how scare you are of him

You flinch away everytime he just as much as lifts his hand, you always tremble slightly around him, your eyes has never stopped being glossy

The only time he sees any other emotion in you besides fear is when you're alone and he's not really sure how much better that is cause you look so defeated and sad and overall depressed

Needless to say the guilt is eating him alive, to know he's the one who has ruined you like that will never leave him a moment of peace

It's literally driving him crazy

At first he was like 'yeah whatever, fuck you. You'll stay anyway and I'm not going to say sorry'

Oh boy if he did regretted it

Once again, he feels like he felt while living with his parents all over again and after a while he develops this fear of you killing yourself like they did

My man here is collecting trauma like pokemon cards

He tries everything like everything for real

He becomes more patient, he tries to take care of you instead of making you take care of him, he treats you like you could break if he's not careful enough

At this point my boy doesn't even fuckin wants you to be in love or for you to get the Stockholm syndrome, he just wants to show you he's sorry and that he has learned his lesson

It's like living in some sort of loop from hell where he can't fucking make it right even if he really wants to

He has even stopped spying you and invading your privacy without you having to ask for it

Has even considered to let you go but he has found out about this underlying fear of someone telling the police everything and making him end up in a much worse situation than being a prisoner in his own house

Funnily enough his insecurities about his face ecc are subsided by how much of a monster he feels on the inside

Like you have made very clear you're simply scared of him as a person, not because of his face.

And that's something he will never be able to get over

After countless months of trying and being in his best behaviour he just kind of snaps

You haven't seen him all day and you didn't felt observed either which made a very appreciated break from your hypervigilanting and stressing routine

Just when you thought everything was calm and you decided to head up to go to bed, there he was waiting for you at the top of the stairs

He seemed calm but you could seem the slight trembling of his body, one you recognise from numerous fits of rage he had in the past

He didn't straight up started to yell but you sensed there were like wrong and right answers to each question he was making

He kept asking you if you loved him truly, if you were happy or if you wanted to leave

To everything you always answered what he wanted to hear even tho the feeling that you were saying the wrong thing was only growing more and more

'You're scared of me, aren't you? You'll never want to be here'

At this point he knows you're lying and for a second something seems to switch in you

He has stopped wearing the mask around you so now you can freely see how pained he actually looks

You have never noticed before how tired he looks too

You have spent so much time being scared of him that now that you see it and you like really look at him you can see how defeated and miserable he has been

There's no trace of pretending or lying or trying to manipulate you in any way

Now you're still scared but not as much and for once you actually decide on your own to try and help him

You can't stand to look at him crying like that, it looks like he's going to die from a heartbreak anytime soon

You start to go towards him with your hands up forwards so he knows you mean no harm

It's really like trying to get a stray animal to trust you

He has his hands covering his face and you can see how violent are the sobs, you actually take a minute to let yourself be amazed by the fact that even with such a hard and brutal crying he's able to conceal the noise

He's used to do it since he was a kid and it shouldn't surprise you that much but in some way it does

When you finally reach for him that's when he pushes you away screaming

Which scares the shit out of you and makes you lose your balance

It's a cliché but he swears it all happened so fast but at the same time so slow

He saw how you made yourself trip backwards and your face contorted in panic as you felt the void behind you, realising you were about to fall down the stairs

He tried to grab you but you were trying to hold on the rail so you just completely missed his hand

You basically flew down the really long staircase and all he could do was watch

He had that paralysing feeling of guilt and fear clawing at his guts as he watched you fall

But when he heard the disgusting sound of your neck basically snapping against the hardwood floor, that's when he really felt sick

He almost wanted to run away and pretend nothing has happened cause in his mind, if he got near you now that would make you dead for real

For now as he watches from afar you could still be alive

BTW baby bro here is not stupid and I'm not talking basic level of knowledge nono

I'm talking he has studied and read about a lot of stuff including books about medical things like injuries ecc

Basically he's like really smart

That being said, and I know you know where I'm going with this

From the moment you fell he knew you wouldn't survive.

Either that or you would end up disabled

He knows too that when you snap your neck you don't die on the spot but you feel a ridiculous amount of pain until the injure does its course of action

That's yet another thing he feels guilty about your death

He should've put you out of your pain at least but he didn't, he just stared at you while shaking and crying silently

He didn't even dared to move in case some invisibile and unnoticed force of the universe would notice what he has done and decided to punish him for it

Which thinking about he felt like he was already being punished

It's kind of sad cause he didn't actually meant it, it was truly an accident but he will always blame himself for it as if he was the one actively pushing you

Now he knows that no matter what he does or how much he changes he's always destined to be the cause of the death of the people he loves.

Which he should've seen coming since not even his parents could bear his existence

MICHAEL MYERS:

Tbh he's not that shocked about it

I mean bro at least acknowledges the fact that he is the fucking boogeyman and everyone will always find him scary

He doesn't even tries to excuse himself because he knows he kills and he's a overall unhinged man and that's something a normal person will never get over

What bothers him is the acting nice

When you both met, you really didn't knew who he was

He happened to have been badly injured and was like bleeding the fuck out on your backyard

yes, you basically just took him inside as if he was some sort of stinky and pitiful ugly cat

That and the fact that you're taking care of him stirred him away from the idea of killing you

No shame in being oblivious to the most juicy gossip in town but bro was really just waiting for you to recognise him

When you did, and you started to act all nice and scared ecc he has to admit he took advantage of it

He knew how to scare you into never running away and never snitching him to the police so he could use you for food ecc

At some point he was impressed by how well you're able to keep up with this

No lashing out, no crying and you have never broke down

He could tell tho that you have never been this stressed

Your hands are always trembling, you don't sleep well at night so you're getting clumsier by the minute

When you drop stuff, burn food ecc he doesn't mind much but as time goes by it's hard for him to not get attached to you

Which it frustrates him cause he it makes him even more aware of how you see him

He has come to know you by invading your privacy a little bit

He had to since you were not exactly open to let him get to know you

The more he finds the more he likes you

And the more he likes the more he realise he has basically killed you from the inside

It's hard to think all of those things he has found out are about you cause now you look more like a shell of what you used to be

And he definitely feels the guilt of being responsible of you losing your spirit

You're the first person he really cares about and loves like really truly loves

But that goes against everything he is now cause he can't possibly choose between be with you or killing

He starts to dwell on the past too much and the more he thinks about it the more he gets mad about the situation

Before you he has never really care too much about the injustices he has suffered

As a matter of fact he has never really grasped the fact that so many people have failed him and that's why he will never have a normal life

There was a time where he kind of did but that was long ago when he was just a kid

At some point he just accepted what everyone said he was, that he's only purpose and role in life was to be a monster to everyone

Whether he wanted to or not it wasn't really important

No one would help him nor he could make people change their minds

Besides, his reasoning is that if so many people is saying it then it must be true

And in his own selfish way he thought that the only one who got the consequences of it was him and the idiots who happened to be killed by him

Now that he sees the result of what everyone and himself has done with him on you he just feels sick

He finds himself spending hours observing you and daydreaming about how a normal version of him would've lived a normal life with you

He tries really hard to show you he can be gentle

Spends hours observing other couples and what normal people do with their loved ones to understand better how he should act in order to get closer to you

It's so frustrating for him cause he literally doesn't has a choice anymore and he sees in you everything that's wrong with him that he can't change

He feels for the first time as broken as he really is

At some point he wishes you could just drop the act of being nice, treat him like trash so he can tell to himself you're like everyone else therefore he doesn't need you

But even if you were to do that he knows he would never be able to kill you

Everytime you touch him even if it's by mistake he gets a bubbly feeling of hope inside that maybe you're starting to see him as something different than what he is

But then he looks at your eyes and he sees the same glossy and sad scared stare looking right back at him

He knows there's like nothing else he can do and for the first time he just gives up

He needs to like get used to not be able to see you so he starts with small steps

He starts to staying out for a couple of hours more than usual, then hours turn to days, days into weeks, weeks into months and months into a year

Everytime he comes back and you see him he can immediately see the shift in your behaviour and how you lose all the already weak sparkle you have gathered from knowing he was far away from you

That's the worst part of it for him

He needs to see you, he wants to spend time with you and looks forward to see you for the last few times before going away fr

But you on the other part seem to flourish when he's not around, to count the minutes and seconds until he's gone

It kinda makes him feel like he felt when he was a kid and he wanted to see his parents

The day he finally came back for the last time after a year you were asleep

He didn't even sit on the bed, nor did he woke you up or did anything that could steer you away from your sleep

He sat on the floor near your bed in complete silence

He took off his mask knowing that you would never see him and he just stared at you

He wanted to look at you, take in every detail of your face to burn it in his brain so he would never forget you

He just wanted to look at you not as the shape, but just as Michael. Even if just for one time he wanted to pretend he was just that and that you were being stared by a person and not a monster

For once his difficulty in expressing his emotions was useful because if he were to let go of all the things he was experiencing he could swear he would just explode or melt away

The only thing that came out of him was a tear, which he swiped away slowly before getting up and putting on the mask again

After that he never came back, obviously you were over the moon and he was just well going on with it

He occasionally stalks you but after some time he stops cause it makes him feels sickeningly alone

Here something to think about if you need to cry: sometimes he thinks back at when he was trying to get closer to you

One of the things he wanted to do the most was holding hands but you always looked so scared when he tried to do that he just dropped it

He understands how it might look to you that this tall ass bastard is trying to hold your hand

That and the fact that he wasn't really good at being careful and gentle didn't help his cause

So from time to time, when he thinks about it he stares at his hands

You know when you like pretend to be holding someone's hand while holding yours?

Well he does that and finds ironic the fact that he has learned to do it gently now that he will never be able to do it with you

JASON VOORHEES:

Listen, LISTEN

I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK, IM A JASON APOLOGIST FIRST AND A HUMAN SECOND

jason my beloved what are this foul gremlins making me do smh

He is one of the few slashers I genuinely think could change for you and try to make things better

Jason doesn't kills just for funsies

He kills because his sense of duty and to protect himself and his home and all that jazz

I don't really think he genuinely wants anyone fearing him

If anything it's the opposite. He has been treated like a monster his whole life, no one has ever gave him the opportunity to be something else

Like why would he enjoy ending up being what everyone has always thought of him? Doesn't make any fucking sense mate

Like I said he has to, he genuinely thinks there's nothing else for him to do and there's no other place in the whole world for him

IM GONNA CRY BUT LIKE HE'S AT LEAST GRATEFUL OF HAVING A PURPOSE CAUSE HE GENUINELY THINKS HE'S SOME SORT OF SICK JOKE OR MISTAKE

So my Wild take of the day for which I'm ready to bet my own ass is that if he could he would very much appreciate to just be left alone and live a normal life, not bothering or harming anyone

The fact is that much more like so many other slashers he can't really communicate to tell you at least his reasons for being a murderer

That's something that torments him daily, to know that in your eyes he's merciless and overall really evil

Assuming you survive being hunted down by him, he would do near to everything to show he's not a threat for you

You must have been someone who he didn't deem fair to kill

Like you were respectful, you didn't seem to be a fucking moron messing around and ruining his home

Once again, I'm gonna assume you just don't know about him and crystal lake ecc

cause otherwise for you to be there is pretty much a death wish from your part

That being said, if you don't know anything about him there's a good chance that the scariest part of Jason (sadly) it's his appearance and behaviour

JASON BABE YOU'RE HUGE LIKE SCARY BIG, WHAT THE MCFUCK IS ONE SUPPOSED TO FEEL SEEING YOU CHARGING AT THEM LIKE A FUCKING GRIZZLY BEAR

The whole being chased around like a fucking animal is not a vibe i guess

LET ME BE DELUSIONAL ABOUT THE FACT THAT WITH ENOUGH TIME HE COULD BE QUITE NICE TO BE AROUND

I won't let anyone ruin my mental image of him being a sweetheart once you know him

THAT MAN CAN'T BE THAT EVIL. YES, I CAN FIX HIM. IF YOU THINK YOU CAN'T THAT SOUNDS LIKE A YOU PROBLEM

Now, jason may be shy and a gentle giant but he's not stupid

He knows very well how you think of him and how does he looks like to anyone who sees him

He can see through your act, you can't fool him

He can see the same scared look in your eyes he used to see on other people's face when he was a kid

The only person who has always looked at him like he's just well a human being with feelings is his mother

And maybe it doesn't makes sense and It may be controversial but deep down jason appreciates the nice act

Like he just can't bring himself to care anymore. At least someone is trying to be nice

Keep in mind this man has known nothing from the world beside humiliation, pain and loneliness

Idk if anyone ever thinks about it but it torments me a great deal the thought of Jason's miserable life

Being stripped away from your humanity, having to choose a path of violence to protect yourself, having to witness how they kill the only person in the whole universe that could ever love you

That shit it's just not fair and even if he knows you're scared of him he sees it as the most caring and thoughtful anyone has ever been with him in a long time

Think about it, anyone who has ever seen him has either tried to kill him or has been incredibly cruel

The fact that, even if out of fear and self-preservation, you try to still reach to his human side and treat him with respect at least it's already enough

I think he could be one of those slasher that could make you fall in love without falling for the Stockholm syndrome type of infatuation

HE IS, OKAY? I WILL TAKE NO FUCKING CRITICISMS. YOU WILL GENUINELY FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM OR ELSE I'LL STEAL YOUR FUCKING PET

Jason would literally try everything to get you to feel less stressed around him

It breaks his heart to see your eyes glossy or your body shaking because of fear

In the process he gets clumsier by the minute so at the in of the day you're both stressed

He is because he's scaring you just by breathing and you bc obvious reasons

You can notice how different he acts tho and somehow, his efforts manage to go through your thick layer of fear

You could swear he almost tries to make himself look as harmless and gentle as possible

You can see him trying to take as little space as he can or bringing you things that might cheer you up

He cleans up from blood and gore before getting back home

He even makes his cabin more homely for you so you feel more at home and less kidnapped

And at some point it works

That plus you somehow piecing together what has happened to him it's starting to make it easier for you to not relax but overall feel less terrified around him

He would spend so much time watching you from afar because he knows he will never get to know you or see you without fear

The days where he can observe you without you noticing anything are his favourite. He gets to see a version of you more relaxed and natural

He would literally spend an eternity being far from you if it means you can feel better

He would spend his free time improving the cabin and daydreaming about what it would be like to be liked by you

Not even like dating you because he feels it would be wrong for him to even think about it

Please for the love of God, try to be friendly with him

Having the opportunity to know him better is taking away some of the fear

You know very well it's not Stockholm syndrome cause it feels genuine

One day you take a good look at him while he's taking care of his flowers I'm the garden

You observe every part of his rotting being and you can't exactly explain why but you feel your heart ache and your eyes glossy

Not for you, but for him

It's almost like some sort of illumination comes to you and makes everything painfully clear

You have obviously noticed he's not alive cause we're stupid but not that much

You take a really good look at his clothes and body, at his mask and everything you look at to get more details about him

Everything in his appearance screams hurt, wounded and mistreated. A whole life and a afterlife filled with getting hurt and abused by the world

His bright blue eye has always a layer of sadness in it even when he's doing something that makes him happy

It hits you just now how little human he must feel.

And that leads you to realise that he has not only changed so much just to please you but has distanced himself as if he's very own existence could be offensive to you

From that day you started with small steps like saying good morning or good night to him, keeping him company when he tended to his garden, trying to get closer to him even if that means just being in silence and standing next to him

That grows into "talking" with him, taking walks around the woods, spending evenings reading inside the cabin

You insist in eating together, tending his wounds, mending his clothes and overall doing anything that could make him feel less like the shell of a human being

At first he doesn't really get it but the more you do it the more he silently realises how much he craves those types of things.

I personally think that with enough patience you both could build a good relationship and you could even talk him out of killing people and settle for just scaring them away

He's favourite thing to do is curling up next to you in bed, his head on your chest so he can listen to your heartbeats while you mindlessly caress his back while telling him about anything you want

JESSE CROMEANS:

🎶DADDY LET ME KNOW THAT I'M YOUR ONLY GORL🎶

Some funzies before doing some emotional terrorism

Since you all want to be a menace with this requests I'm going to use post accident Jesse

To say this man is on the verge of tears every single day is an understatement

So long story short you were jesse s/o

He was like the love of your fucking life and you were his

His whole world goes around you, you're the only thing that makes him genuinely happy besides his work

You found out about the whole chromeskull thing in the worst way possible

He was scared of coming back after the accident with his face so he just kind of distanced himself

Everytime you would ask when he was coming home he always had an excuse

You both went a long time of just calling each other's, spending time on calls and sometimes even falling asleep with the phone still on

He missed you so much but he couldn't bear the thought of you looking at him like he was monster

It was killing him to know he was so close to you but couldn't reach you

You find out who he really was on accident

Cleaning around to distract yourself you ended up gathering many things that needed to be put in the attic so that you did

Once you were there you found some tapes. You checked them out of curiosity and oh boy you regretted it

You felt so sick you almost threw up

All those girls, there were some many of them in each tape and each one of them different from the other

It was horrifying to watch the love of your life mercilessly torture and kill helpless and innocent people

Now everything made so much more sense and It actually made you feel even worse to know that this whole time, while you were talking with him, Jesse was killing people

What hurts the most is feeling like you've been played, like you were something he has used to entertain himself until he finds a new victim

Needless to say you didn't stayed in your shared apartment a day longer, you didn't even take with half of the things you own

Most of them were gifts Jesse bought you so bringing them with you was only going to make it worse

You were scared out of your mind. So scared that in fact you couldn't even find the courage to go to the police, afraid that maybe that would end up with your being another one of Jesse victims

Obviously no one told Jesse what was going on. They all collectively agreed their boss was dealing with enough shit to keep adding more

They all needed Jesse to focus on work

That didn't worked well cause as soon as you stopped answering the phone he decided enough was enough

He needed to check what was going on so he found the courage to overcome his insecurities and go find you

He was heartbroken when he found you left

He immediately thought that you just got tired of waiting for him, that he has drawn you away

Long story short he went after you to find you and try at the best of his abilities to explain everything and win you back

He did not see the coming all that panic and terror in your face when he knocked at your door

He did think it was bc of his face so he tried to calm you down and explain

Needless to say you didn't calm down and he being the man he is, just kind of kidnapped you

Now onto business here

He knows you have every right to feel like this but it still upsets him deeply to know that he will never get the chance of being with you like before

He thought that you being scared and acting crazy every time you saw him was the worst but now he is kind of rethinking it

You started acting like this after he "snapped" at you

You were panicking and screaming while he tried to tell you something, that lead to you taking his mask off accidently which ended up in him pushing you off too hard

After that things went really fucking downhills

It wasn't like you were still out of your mind but the look in your eyes is unbearable

The first time you started the whole acting nice thing he almost thought you were starting to at least tolerate him but then he saw it

It's the same look some of his victims had while trying to gain his trust, seeing it on you was the worst thing he has ever experienced

He just couldn't stand it anymore, his face, you hating him, his favourite victim who was the one that has damaged him so badly killed by that cunt of Preston and now this? Mate is done

He has tried everything and anything but now he just kind of gives up

You notice the shift in his behaviour, how he comes by just to bring your meals or things you may need, he doesn't even goes near you or talks and his eyes are always anywhere but on you

I gotta be real with you guys, I don't think there's like a way to make this up

HE'S HURT OKAY? BRO'S EMOTIONAL DAMAGE IS BIG AF

He would even start sending his assistant to take care of you so he doesn't has to face you at all

It's just painful cause he already feels like his life is ruined and everything is falling apart with him not being able to fix it

You know what? I'm gonna fix it cause I can't take it anymore

You have probably grown used to be basically trapped at home, it's not like you're suffering with god knows what kind of abuse cause you basically have all you need to distract yourself aside from going out

Jesse comes home very rarely and as much as you hate to admit it you have been feeling less and less scared of him

You still think what he does is horrible but the thing that bothers you it's him lying to you

You do have to admit you miss being with him. Not like when you were scared but like when you didn't knew and he was just Jesse

You wonder from time to time if he's angry at you for how you have reacted since he hasn't shown himself for quite sometimes

As if on clue you hear something break in the bathroom and what seems like someone crying

That would be another of Jesse's mental breakdowns about his face. He thinks he looks so bad he can't even bear the sight of himself in the mirror

You slowly try to approach the bathroom and putting your ear against the door, you try to hear what's going on

You have never heard Jesse crying nor making any sort of noises come out of his mouth so it's actually quite shocking to hear him sob so hard

When you open the door the scene breaks your heart and in that moment you don't see chromeskull or the homicides, you just see your Jesse, the same one you have always loved and that has always helped you when you were down, on his knees bawling his eyes out and shaking

You just do what comes naturally aka you get closer and you just hold him as tight as possible

He tries to hide away, panicking bc he doesn't want you to see what he has become, but you just keep hugging him and saying that it doesn't matter

The moment you hold his face on your hands and look at him with the same understanding gaze you used to have it's the moment he feels his heart beating right again

It's not gonna be easy to accept everything but at least you're coming around it and he makes sure you know how grateful he is for it everyday

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nowitswetme · 2 years

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Dirty Talk from Dean’s Magic Mouth

Word Count: ~1075

Warnings: all the dirty talk - consistent use of the f word, slight domDean, slight degradation, thigh riding, mentions of p-in-v sex and rough sex, and pure addictive heaven from Dean’s perfect lips

A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet

No one in the history of ever has been as good at dirty talk as Dean Winchester is. He’s oh so crazy good at it. Like, could-make-you-cum-with-just-his-words-in-under-two-minutes crazy good. A literal lifetime of practice in smooth talking of all sorts has made him insanely talented with his words. Which is a very good thing. Because since his mind is always going, so is his mouth.

He’s irresistible in person. You’ve routinely gone from calm and composed to completely soaked in twenty seconds. There’s nothing like hearing Dean purr his own special brand of dirty poetry in his low, lust-soaked timbre. That same deep voice and verbal talent also make him easily the best over-the-phone fuck that you can possibly imagine. Expertly coaxing you to ecstasy with his detailed descriptions and filthy fantasies. He’s made you cum while he’s on the other end of the line more times than you can count. Even from a distance, Dean never stops until he’s sent your pussy over the peak a good few times.

You really honestly think he could make a fortune selling naughty audios. Ya think so? Shit. Maybe I missed my calling, Sweetness. Ummm yeah. He absolutely did. Anyone would pay a fortune to be blessed enough to get off to those staggeringly sexy words. How he can be so incredibly filthy and yet somehow sweet at the same time is a beautiful mystery to you. Ya know, I really think I should get to speak for myself here. Gotta give the full impression when my reputation for havin’ a tempting tongue’s at stake. Fair point. Have at it, Dean. Whatcha wanna hear, y/n? Hmmm? I know whatcha need, Sweetness. Come lean into my chest and lay your head back so I can say it right here in your ear and drive you a little nuts, yeah?

Wanna hear about how much I fuckin’ love your body? How I’ve never seen anything so mesmerizing? How I wanna lay you down and tie your hands above your head and work my mouth over every last inch of you until you’re beggin’ for my cock? I’m so thirsty for you, Sweetness. Mmmm. Always so fuckin’ thirsty. Wanna taste your sweet pussy and run my hands over your gorgeous curves and pull you apart, piece by piece, until the only thing left in that pretty little head of yours is how crazy, intensely, unbelievably good I make you feel, y/n. He pauses his skilled seduction for a few seconds to run his hands over you and give a full, wet kiss to your neck right there below the ear he’s been murmuring sin into. And a small part of you registers that you should probably be ashamed of the fact that you’re practically panting and decidedly wet already. But the rest of you doesn’t care. At all. Not when it’s at his lips. Want some more, Sweetness? Oh, fuck yes. I think about you like this when I’m strokin’ myself, ya know. About you – all strung out with that same gorgeous, lust-glazed look in your adorable eyes that they’ve got in them now. And those sexy little whimpers falling from your tasty, perfect, pillow-soft lips. Your blissed out brain lost to anything but the dizzying pleasure I’m givin’ you. Desperate for my fingers, or my mouth, or my big, thick cock. Fuck, and I wanna give ‘em to ya, Sweetness. You want that? Want me to make you feel too fuckin’ good for words? Oh fuck. Please, Dean. Mmmm, fuck. That’s it. I love it when you beg like that, y/n. Fuck. Can you feel me against your ass, Sweetness? Makes me so damn steely to hear you plead for me to take you apart. Fuck, it’s so hot. Kills me when you’re so drunk on my love and my lust that you can’t do anything but surrender to your need for me, Sweetness. Do it again, yeah? Yes, Dean. Please. Please, anything you want. He starts to tease his fingers under the edge of your panties, reveling in the way you’re so exquisitely turned on by his voice and his potent praises.

Anything I want, huh? What if I wanna keep you spread out over me, just like this? Strip you down and swirl slow, sweet circles of perfect pressure over your clit until you’re so damn achy that you’re all shaky and whiny and desperately needy. You gonna be good for me? Let me play with you all night and get you high on lust and longing? Fuck. Wanna make you feel like you’re floatin’ on a cloud of carnal pleasure and you never wanna come down, Sweetness. Or maybe I wanna flip you around. Settle my hands on your hips and help you grind yourself over my thigh while I keep spinnin’ sin in your ear. Make your swollen clit so fuckin’ achy that you beg me to let you cum, right here on my thigh like a frantic whore. Fuck, it’s addictive when you’re cravin’ me that badly, y/n. Can’t get enough of it. Mmmm. Yeah, that’s what we’re gonna do.

In a flash, he has you spun around and over his thigh, face plastered with a smug smirk and hands guiding you back and forth in slow, calculated movements. That’s it, Sweetness. Feels sooo good under your pretty pussy, doesn’t it? Fuck. You’re already seconds from spiraling, aren’t ya? I can tell. That’s my girl, y/n. Always so good for me. Mmmm. But you know you’re not cummin’ yet, right? Can’t have that, Sweetness. Gonna need you to wait for when you’re wrapped around me, all full and floaty and feeling fuckin’ amazing. Gonna make you scream, Sweetness. You’re gonna be chantin’ my name whether you want to or not. I’m gonna hit that sweet spot deep up inside you that makes you fuckin’ sing. Over and over again. And I’m not stoppin’ there, y/n. We’re goin’ until you’re hopelessly spent and I finally decide to grant mercy to your poor, sore pussy so she can rest up for tomorrow. How’s that sound, Sweetness? Should I carry you to my bed and fuck you until you can’t speak? Think you can handle it? Mmmm c’mon. You know I’ll pamper the hell outta you afterwards. Yeah? Good girl, y/n. Let’s go.

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spectralsleuth · 7 months

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Saw you were lookin’ for some asks dont mind if I do 👀

To start off, I’m such a big fan of your writing! I genuinely look forward to every single update of yours and find myself rereading a lot of work in the downtime. You are such a good writer!! My never ending praises aside, here are some asks!

-You incorporate OC’s into your fics so seamlessly! They feel so natural in your fics that I legit get excited anytime they show up (srsly can’t wait for Lou Jitsu vs Hidden City, Sal’s my boy) lol how do you find the right balance when introducing and maintaining OC’s in your fics? I feel like that’s a particularly difficult balance beam to tread but you absolutely crush it.

-A previous ask you answered about Cass and Raph in LSoW got me thinking; how do the brothers handle humans crushing on them? Would they be receptive or dismissive? Do they develop crushes on humans- and if so, how is that perceived (by family or the general public)? The drama 👀

Last ask, I promise:

-I absolutely loved your crossover with Empathy is Learned! Got anymore crossovers planned in the future? Oooor if you could do a crossover with any other fic, which one(s) would it/they be??

Thanks for taking the time to even look at this! I hope these are some fun asks for ya :) I hope you have a lovely day!!

Omg thanks so much... I'm so happy people enjoy my writing it's crazy to me. I've written before, but it's always been just for myself so I never really know if it was good or not. (Years of text based DnD is to thank lol.) (Okay I got carried away answering this so sorry in advance.)

On OC's:

I got a lot of comments on LSoW from people who say "generally I don't like OC's BUT-" which is so funny and flattering. Because I am absolutely one of those people who don't care for OC's in fic.

Let me be clear: I LOVE that people write self indulgent self-insert of OC based fic, where they make the craziest off the wall story etc. Every time a fifteen year old writes a story about the cringiest Mary-sue/stu self insert, or non canon character, an angel gets its wings and I mean that one hundred percent. It makes me so happy I literally grin when I see it. I HOWEVER generally filter out the OC tags on AO3 when I'm looking for something to read myself.

So when I started posting LSoW I was expecting to get maybe like, 100 kudos MAX, maybe one comment or so. Which is great! I love writing niche fic just for me, and one other person who I assume I must be drift compatible with. I just could not figure out a way to write the story I wanted without a few OC's- Rise didn't have a big enough character catalog for me to draw from!

When I went to write the OC's, I knew that they had to have a very simple backstory, that was also very fleshed out. (Xander and Sal have full family, Dr. Heo and Carter have full jobs and history together, etc.) For another contradiction I wanted them to be interesting enough that someone reading wouldn't just be skipping ahead to when they weren't present, or just simply plowing through to get past the part where they were doing exposition. They had to be enjoyable! While also forwarding the story!

They also had to be distinct. Anyone who's ever watched a Whedon show or movie (Buffy, Firefly, Avengers-) knows what I'm talking about. It drives me nuts when the characters in a show are constantly the funniest person in the room, with the same personality traits, and the same girl boss/badass tendencies.

(Fandom challenge Impossible: Give a female fan favorite character another trait besides 'girlboss/mom/lesbian'. I'm dead serious.)

(Also a disclaimer: I LOVE making jokes and doing bits. I FANCY that I'm pretty funny, and I love making people laugh. But you can do that without making it a character personality trait. For example: Xander doesn't really crack any jokes in LSoW! He's just funny because we the reader know more about the situation and his thoughts than he does.)

But the BIGGEST THING I kept telling myself while writing the story, was DO NOT TAKE AWAY FROM THE TURTLES. Because the whole point of the story is the turtles! And Yoshi! The OC's are there to facilitate that. It's a hard balance to hit. I have all sorts of touchstones I keep in mind while I'm writing, and that's a big one.

(A SUPER good example of this done super well is @faiakishi 's Bella from Dawning of the Hour. She's a great OC that's super interesting, and a super important narrative element, but she never detracts from the main story. Big Bella fan here lmao. There's also the rest of the OC's/interpretations of franchise characters (TIGERCLAW), but Bella stands out as truly original.)

On the Turtles dating Humans:

(CW: CSA mention, SA mention, non graphic talk of minors dating etc.)

I actually talked a lot about this to @/tangledinink in feverish discord chats lmao.

When the boys were growing up they got a very detailed talk from both Yoshi, and their Doctors. ONE: Because nobody will know better than themselves if something was medically wrong with their bodies, TWO: The boys are all intersex (minus Mikey) and they had to understand that there was nothing wrong with them on TOP of the turtle thing, and THREE: Because Yoshi knew the boys would be getting a lot of attention, and you never know what kind of attention that form will take.

THE BEST WAY to protect children (any child) from being sexually assaulted or abused, is making sure they know what that abuse LOOKS LIKE. You don't have to make them terrified of being sexually assaulted, but them knowing how their body works, and also how to say NO and set boundaries, will combine to help make them safer.

Yoshi didn't know what would happen in the future and in a perfect world the boys would never leave his line of sight, but that's not always how things happen. (In a Short Season, Xander parroted Yoshi's instructions before going out to make sure the boys knew what to do if someone grabbed them (in any way) and it was to bite and be loud.) So the boys grew up knowing their bodies, knowing how to say 'no', and knowing that there was probably going to be people out there who would treat them as a novelty, and who wouldn't be appropriate to them as celebrities OR non-humans.

(Remember Emma Watson having to deal with that countdown to her turning 18? Or any other amount of child stars who had to deal with adults being predatory to them.)

But ALSO THIS IS HAMATO YOSHI. His sons are HANDSOME and HEARTBREAKERS! Leo has dated a lot but never anything seriously, and his inability to be intimate with anyone but family kind of puts a damper on any more permanent relationship. (He is gay.) He's the number one turtle people ask out because he's the most approachable. Because he made himself that way!

Donnie is in a sort of relationship with Kendra. (THIS WILL BE A FIC I'm working up to it lmao.) I have a head canon that Yokai and other empyrean based creatures are capable of having rivalry based relationships. IE Yoshi and Draxum in the canon show, the unhealthy dynamic between Yoshi and Big Mama, etc. (Caliginous relationship) Donnie is in a puppy love version of that with Kendra, while also lacking the context of yokai society to understand why he wants to punch her very badly, but also if anything happened to her he would die. They hate each others guts and also she was his first kiss. She is not a nice person I am not a Kendra apologist she's terrible I love her. (Donnie is bi!)

I know a lot of people head canon Mikey as ace, but he is a thirteen year old child you don't have to be head canoning him as anything. it is the very rare 13 year old who knows their orientation, and even if they DO I bet you donuts to dollars it will change eventually. This is normal and healthy. Mikey in LSoW has had puppy crushes on boys, girls, teachers, Violet, the mailman, Adam, and Rupert Swaggert. (Eugh eugh eugh.)

Raph is absolutely irresistible to the entire student body and is completely unaware of it. He's not stupid but he's face blind and bad at picking up subtext in conversations. He's gone to multiple people's houses and spent the whole day with them, without realizing they were trying to make it a date. (Raph is bi.)

All the boys have considered identifying as girls since their Dad is the martial arts equivalent of David Bowie and Fine With That, but have settled (for now) on being boys (age 10 the last time they considered this) because quote 'Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim are boys and they're awesome' unquote.

They don't get any fucking privacy for their relationships, and Leo in particular had a very bad experience that closed him off from dating big time. (Stamps 'THIS WILL BE A FIC' on this as well.) But also, as of the LSoW canon they are like, 12-14 and not doing a lot of dating ANYWAY. They are BABIES.

(Enter Casey Jones)

ON CROSSOVERS:

I have one crossover with my white whale of authors (you know who you are) I have pecked at with them that I think everyone will go fucking nuts for and love, but I won't mention it in case we can't get it off the ground! (A completely okay and normal thing to happen lmao.) I think that one will end up happening though because I am too excited about it, even if it's not any time soon.

I am super open to crossovers and cowriting, especially since writing with Li because I learned SO MUCH it was like speed running improvement.

The thing is it has to fit! There's some crossovers that wouldn't have a lot of substance because there's not really a lot to cover. When it came to EiL for example, there was PLENTY to cover and do, it was so fun! But other fics might not have a lot we could do for each other. (At least, not until I get some more world building done.)

That being said I do love talking crossovers with other creators it's so fun...

If you guys ever want to use my OC's feel free, just ask me in advance! I don't mind pings.

THESE ASKS ARE FUN THANKS FOR SENDING THEM I feel like you just threw a steak into my zoo exhibit. I am recharged and rejuvenated my crops are watered my skin is clear. This felt very pretentious to write I am mortified.

#ask #chealsieseysie #LSoW #rottmnt #tmnt #tmntau #IM SORRY ABOUT THE INFO DUMP #my fic #my writing

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lipglossanon · 8 months

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i feel like i kinda disassociate when i type and send asks lmao i just get anxious ya know? but you mentioned priest leon and honestly i’ve sent enough detailed asks in to get accurately kinkshamed lol so let’s say after Spain (i’m not a slut for RE4 leon that’s silly 🤭😉) leon quits//retires and becomes a priest right? right. or like he’s seen some shit and becomes a priest after retiring 🤷🏼‍♂️ whichever leon floats your boat. so he’s a caretaker for a little chapel in the woods somewhere and you’re on a trip for christmas (bad weather, closed roads, one bed holy trinity trope pun-fucking-intended) and what you don’t know is a kindly 20 something or if you’re an ~i love DILFS~ leon fan 30 to 40 something (because you might be calling him Father later 😉) moderately unhinged priest is about to make you get on your knees and repent for your sins 🙂🤭

- 💀

(i saw the end of your answers about me writing and i wanted to say i would love to but i’m too scared in case i loose my tumblr again lmao, i appreciate it though <3 also my brain conjured up the idea of stepdaddy leon in a speedo during family vacation to mess with reader,,, enjoy 🤭)

💀 anon, hi! 👋

AGDKL sending in asks is kinda nerve wracking, anonymous or not 😅

Ahhh! 🙈 no but this is fantastic. After Spain, Leon’s like I’m out and the president is so grateful to him that he lets him go so he’s like I want a simple easy job and priest is what he lands on

And so he finds this middle of the nowhere chapel that basically has next to no parishioners (they’re all old and make the trek to the chapel for like spiritual emergencies or like holidays such as Christmas and Easter).

So basically he’s just living in the middle of the woods just keeping to himself when you happen to be passing through (to see family, let’s say it’s Christmas). And you’re car gets stuck cause you forgot to put on the chains for your tires

But you remember passing a little chapel literally two minutes ago so you make the short cold trek to it before it gets too dark and this stacked, hot as hell priest opens up the door after you knock and you’re just like uhh help? 😅

And he invites you in as you tell him your car trouble and he’s listening but his face is totally unreadable so you’re just like I can just call someone and get out of your hair? And uh oh the phone lines are down and there’s no service :( so you’ll have to wait til the morning but in the meantime Leon offers you his bed but you’ll have to share cause there’s no central heat and his little room only has a small fireplace :( 🤭

You’re so flustered and sweet that Leon wants to bite you, just eat you up and it’s kinda driving him crazy cause he hasn’t felt this way before (but he also hasn’t seen anyone younger than 70 in ages lmao)

So when you’re both lying in his bed, you keep squirming to get comfortable which just leads to rubbing against Leon who’s getting hard until finally he just can’t take it anymore 🤭

He’s all over you, biting you and sucking marks all over your skin, telling you how sinful it is to tempt a priest and how you’ll have to pay for it with your body 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 he’s just so rough with you, completely animalistic that by the time daylights weakly streaming through the windows of his room, he’s still buried in your cunt as you plead for forgiveness 🥴

Sorry I totally went way overboard with the reply 🤪

And no sweat about writing! I love getting your asks which is basically the same thing 😉 and Leon in a Speedo is 🤤 🤤

#ask box #💀 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #priest!leon s kennedy

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antvnger · 8 months

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((I'm so frustrated right now. I keep seeing videos on Youtube saying that Ant-Man 3 is the worst way to end a trilogy or it's the worst MCU movie 'EVER' and other things. It's driving me nuts.

Can you do us a favour and tell us all the great things about it? 😭))

((GLADLY!!

*pulls out soap box and megaphone and stands on the box*

*speaking into megaphone* Testing, 1, 2, 3. Testing, 1, 2, 3.

Attention good people! I am here to remind you about the really good things about Ant-Man and the Wasp Quantumania! Because this movie deserves it!

First of all! To those who say this movie ripped off Star Wars, lemme tell ya, Scott Lang is a Star Wars nerd and if he was told a part of his life reminded people about Star Wars, he would eat that crap up!

And honestly, that was one of the coolest atmospheres I ever saw in an MCU movie. The Quantum Realm was beautiful and full of really creative creatures and landscapes and colors and it was better than I envisioned. I love how they portrayed the Quantum Realm.

While we're on this subject, the probability storm was ingenious and really fun to watch in my opinion. OF COURSE the QR would have something to that effect. It was an intriguing premise, and I would love to learn more just about probability storms in the QR tbh.

And what's even more beautiful is showing ALL of those Scott probabilities teaming up to help save Cassie because no matter what the challenge may be there is a 100% chance Scott Lang will do anything to help his daughter!

AND THEN if that wasn't enough, having all of Scott's probabilities and Hope's probabilities merging into one unit as if every probability led to them succeeding when they work as a team???? Poetic cinema, y'all!

I got ahead of myself, let's jump back to the beginning. Here we find Scott Lang living his best life, and I am here for it. He is successful, he is happy, he is loved, and he is loving people and life and getting the recognition he so rightfully deserves.

Those kids in the library dressed up as Ant-Man and with Ant-Man action figures and stuff? *cries* Scott deserves that.

And he also gets to enjoy life now. He gets to be a dad and tell dad jokes and finally relax and not have to worry about prison sentences or missing out on stuff or some crazy crisis pulling him away from his family. He's happy, and he's earned it.

Cassie calling Hank "Grandpa" gives me life.

Having my headcanon confirmed that one of Scott's favorite places to be is on top of the Golden Gate Bridge and him and Hope having a cute little date up there? I mean how cute are they?

Scott and Hank's relationship has grown so much, and it makes me happy like seriously. *so proud* "You read my book?" *so proud* "Every goddamn word." And when you read the book, there's a really nice interview there between Scott and Hank which makes that scene that much better to me now. Like it's wonderful.

People have been saying that Scott acted ooc in this movie, and I'm like no. No, he did not. He's not the same guy we met back in 2015. He's grown up some, he's figured some things out, he's got a better handle on life than he did back then, and he wants to protect and preserve it as much as he can. Especially Cassie's life and happiness. And why not? We all know he was like that before Endgame and then after Scott watching Tony with Morgan and knowing better than literally anyone else there (I take that back, literally everyone else there except for Doctor Strange of course) what Tony sacrificed...Scott's not ooc in this movie. He's growing. And good for him.

Paul Rudd's acting, I swear. He's amazing. The entire performance was phenomenal. Period.

This was a really good intro movie for Cassie as Stature. I'm really hoping that's what they'll go with because it sounds so much cooler than Stinger. And it's a really good intro because not only does she have her dad teaching her things midbattle that click for her later on, she is facing a ghost from her past that traumatized her. I think it was important she face Darren again. Facing him, evading him, and eventually overcoming him and her fear of him is a good jumpstart for Cassie, in tandem with the legacy her dad and grandad built, into this superhero role she so desperately wants. It was a growing moment for her too, and for her to realize that the monster that haunted her childhood wasn't a threat to her anymore was empowering for her. She's outgrown Darren Cross, and honestly, if I think about it a little more, there's a really good message for us in there too.

"This has been a weird day." Like Scott, my sweetheart, you're so relatable, I love you.

Could Hope have had a bigger role? Yes. *shrugs* I get what they were doing, but it could have been done better. But hey! She came in clutch at the end, which only underlines everything from AMATW: "Maybe you just need somebody watching your back, like a partner." And that's exactly what Hope is and did! My boy Scott was ready to make the sacrifice play yet again, and Hope swoops in and was like not alone you're not! All hail Queen Hope van Dyne!

And MicroSCOPE fans rejoice, I love you's happened! For those who are like "why didn't they kiss??" like hello? Covid restrictions, my dudes, so calm down.

Also what Hope's doing with that company of hers now? Like oh my gosh! She's doing what I've been saying Pym Tech should do with the shrinking technology, and I'm so glad Hope agrees because now I feel smart ;)

"She wasn't you, baby." Like please. I want someone to tell me this. That's love and devotion and a breath of fresh air from how Hank was in the comics.

Alright, I know you all have been waiting for this, so here it is. We get Kang the Conqueror. We set up the upcoming phase for the MCU. We show the importance, the intensity, the severity of what's to come without sacrificing the heart and humor of the Ant-Man movies. And honestly, I think they pulled it off.

And Kang was phenomenal. The controversy surrounding Majors aside, he was an incredible actor in this movie. He did such a good job, and I hope we do not suffer a recast.

Speaking of Kang, let's not forget that there is nothing quite as...fascinating as a character we know to be good and pure and sunshine personified just absolutely go ham. GiAnt-Man getting angry over Kang having Cassie in his grasp is really good, hot tea y'all, and I love it. After having imagined instances where Scott would get genuinely angry and imagining what that would look like and then to see it in canon? I feel validated.

I've said it a million times: Momma Bear ain't got nothing on Ant-Dad!

"I don't have to win. We both just have to lose." This quote still haunts me. It's so good and honestly it's so...Scott.

And also! For those who said it would have been better if Scott and Hope got stuck in the QR, shut up. No it wouldn't. No. It. Would. Not. It would have been predictable, and I feared it. I knew it was coming, and I was prepared to cry over it. Seriously. The intense relief I felt when Cassie rescued them genuinely choked me up a bit, I'm not gonna lie. It's good they're not trapped.

Also, I'm guessing those of you who are saying being trapped in the QR would have been better than the ending we got don't deal with anxiety and worry eating away at your insides until you feel like they're just gnawing at your bones, don't ya? Because my boy is seriously trying not to panic over the fact that he may have very well doomed the universe he just finished rescuing.

And honestly, that's more relatable. That's more human. We can relate with that, we can ache about that, and honestly, me just thinking about Scott trying not to have a panic attack over all of this is making my chest tight too like I'm in his shoes. The human element, very prominent in the Ant-Man movies.

Seriously. Did these people watch the same movie I saw? Because this movie has so many of the things we love about the Ant-Man films. It has heart, it has comedy, it has that familial love we love to see, it has a gorgeous and mysterious landscape, it has a badass villain, and most importantly it has ants.

And anyone who says this is the worst MCU movie probably hasn't seen all the movies because I can think of 4 off the top of my head that made me want to bang my head against the wall. And guess what? Quantumania is nowhere on that list.

I could go on, but apparently I hit a text limit in Tumblr, so I had to cut back. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. No, I am not up for debating the amazingness of this movie. Any and all hate towards it will be removed from this blog, thank you.))

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michelle-is-writing · 2 years

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Bulls, Johnny Knoxville

Word Count: 900~

This new movie has definitely been an adventure and a crazy one at that. After not filming a jackass movie for so long, I figured Johnny was finished with it, and in all honesty, it was kind of sad. All of the jackass guys had been friends for so long and they spent a majority of the last twenty years together. Granted, they still saw each other, but as the years passed, they came over less and less, and Johnny and I wound up busy with his acting roles.

So, when Johnny confessed that he wanted to do another Jackass film, I was elated. Meeting all the new crew members was exciting, and after learning about all of the planned skits and celebrity guests, I thought this one might be the best Jackass movie yet. There were so many laughs and pranks done throughout the movie that ensured no one was safe. It was so much fun to witness; but what would a jackass movie be without Johnny pissing off a bull and getting himself hurt?

As soon as that bull collided with Johnny, I was scared that he was seriously hurt, to which he was, but not paralyzed or worse. Once they got the bull out of the ring, Pontius let me get into the pen where Johnny laid on the ground, knocked out. I knew he had to have at least one broken bone and probably a concussion, and sure enough, I was correct.

So now, here we are, waiting to get in the car after the hospital staff leaves. To me, this is a moment of happiness as I get to finally see my husband without hospital regulations, but to Jeff, this is an opportunity.

“I can’t just make up stuff on the spot, Jeff,” I tell him, crossing my arms with a laugh. Standing next to Johnny, he wraps his uninjured arm around me as the other is currently in a cast, a small dick already drawn on it thanks to Jeff himself. “I’ve never been that good of a bullshitter like Johnny.”

“Yes, I know that’s how he got you,” Jeff chides, Johnny quickly giving him the finger in response. Jeff only smiles before continuing. “We just want some extra footage for the bit. If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work, and we won’t put it in.”

Sighing, I finally nod. There’s no sense in arguing. Jeff has already made up his mind - he wants that footage.

After getting into the car with Jeff and Lance, they begin filming us. “Fractured wrist, broken rib, concussion and brain hemorrhage,” Johnny explains, trying hard not to smile at me from the passenger seat. “My brain is effectively scrambled, babe.”

Just like Johnny, I also find myself having a hard time avoiding laughter. “I would say so, Johnny,” I respond in my best professional voice before raising my voice to go off on him like Jeff said. “I keep telling you ‘stop fucking with the bulls,’ but you don’t listen!” I try to keep myself from laughing as arguing with Johnny is not something I do a lot. I don’t think we’ve argued in a very long time, so this feels kind of silly.

“I listen to you all the time when you’re bitching!” Johnny exclaims, his usual voice taken over by his old man voice. I guess since Johnny’s putting 100 into this, I probably should too.

“Apparently not if you’re sitting here like this,” I retort, pointing out his cast as well as poking his head. A small laugh escapes Johnny, but it’s not loud enough for anyone else but to catch it. “I would say your brain must really be scrambled now, but I think it was that way before.”

Just as I thought, Johnny has a quick response for me.

“Must be why I married you!”

As soon as he says this, I throw the car back into drive and pull forward into the parking space we were in only seconds ago. Caught off guard, Johnny stutters, “W-What are ya doing?”

Parking, I beginning messing with my seat belt to get it off. “You’re about to be readmitted, mother fucker,” I joke before jumping up from my seat, only to playfully throw myself at him in a hug. Johnny immediately begins laughing and holding me close to him all the while Jeff and the camera man join in on our giggles. If they want a improvised skit of me and Johnny, this is the best they’re getting.

“That’s definitely four-point-five material,” Jeff states, making Johnny groan. Meanwhile, Johnny still holds me close to him, my chest and head resting comfortably against him with the rest of me contorted weirdly as I lay against the middle console and shift-stick.

“What do you mean four-point-five?!” Johnny exclaims, “That was the cutest thing ever; it needs to be in the main film!”

Laughing at his words, I nuzzle my head closer to his chest as Jeff speaks up. “But she didn’t actually kick your ass… so four-point-five.”

“Babe, why didn’t you kick my ass?” Johnny’s words make me shake my head, stifling my giggling against his chest.

“I told you, I can’t just make up stuff on the spot!”

#johnny knoxville x fem!reader #johnny knoxville imagines #johnny knoxville imagine #johnny knoxville fanfiction #johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville #jackass fan fiction #jackass imagines #jackass imagine #jackass x reader #jackass forever #jackass #jackass fanfiction

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ladyelissarose · 1 year

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‘I think you’re cute’

(In honor of @entertainmentgal8 who gave this wonderful idea!)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x black curvy reader (nickname- Koko)

Warnings: sass and fluff... anything else?

Summary: Who knew that Bob would be sorta intimidated by confident girls? Well, with Jake’s help which was a shove, Bob falls into the lovely hands of a friendly stranger.

Climbing out of her white convertible, Koko fluffed her short, shiny jet black hair that had gotten a little crazy due to the strong winds while driving down Fighter Town. The hot beaming sun shone down on her smooth bare shoulders, as she wore a spaghetti strap yellow blouse, a color that made her walnut colored skin glow beautifully. Koko had decided to come to California for a short vacation and visit her mother, wanting to take a break from books and numbers, after graduating with a Masters in Business and Financing back at Springfield, Georgia. At first she wasn’t too sure about her choice of place to spend her free time at Hard Deck after her mother decided to call the day short, but soon she’d learn that it had been the best decision ever. Upon walking in, Koko was met with the jolly music playing through the speakers, it wasn’t familiar she thought, but still enjoyed a little bit of a twist when it came to different versions of music. What she did quickly notice though, was how a lot of the customers there were either wearing green flight suits or Naval khakis, making her realize immediately when she saw the decorated wall full of Naval badges and pictures,

‘This must be a Sailor’s hangout place... how cool.’

Koko admired the many mugs that hung on the ceiling, and loved the view as she took a seat at the bar, waiting to get her order taken, she didn’t even know what to get, so she just figured that she’d ask the beautiful woman that just appreciate her with a lovely voice,

“Hi dear, I’m Penny. What can I get for you?”

Penny’s warm smile made Koko feel more at ease as she asked,

“What’s the best refreshing drink I can get here, maybe something that’s not necessarily alcohol but still good?”

Perking her eyebrows Penny looked at the shelf’s behind her as she sighed,

“Well, I can see if I can make you something interesting, give me a second, please.”

Koko sent her a nod,

“Of course, thank you.”

Just then she heard the door swing open and loud laughters filled the room as the new customers entered. Koko watched intently as she witnessed a tall brunette walk in with a well kept mustache in a Hawaiian shirt, along with another tall man who was a blond, with a toothpick sticking out of his lips barley hanging off his pink tongue. They pushed each other playfully while calling one another teasing names, but soon behind them walked in a short cute guy, with his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose as he was looking down trying to fix his belt that kept his khakis up. Koko was entertained for a moment as she watched him fiddle with his belt for quite a minute, though it was cute to watch him so concentrated that even a small line appeared between his brows and his tongue barely poked out his lips. A Texan accent drew Koko out of her daze when it was drawled in her direction,

“Howdy there ma’am, who’s got ya here looking pretty today?”

Realizing that he was clearly flirting and giving his attention to her, Koko smiled confidently as she sat up,

“This is only for me sir.. how about yourself?”

Smiling broadly at Koko’s sass while adding a wink, he puffed his chest and extended his hand to her,

“Same here darling, I’m Jake by the way.”

Shaking it firmly enough Koko replied,

“I’m Koko, you must be a Naval Aviator right?”

Taking in by surprise that she knew who he was, Jake couldn’t help but ask as he took a set next to her,

“My my I hardly have anyone outside of the Navy telling me who I am, but I’m honored. Anyways, how’d you know specifically?”

Knowing that she could count on her smarts when it came to these things Koko simply said,

“Oh I didn’t know, I just put the pieces together now. Though It’s kinda obvious when your wearing a Wings badge right over your chest, it pretty much symbolizes what you do.”

Letting out a surprised huff, Jake took in Koko’s appearance and smiled,

“Well you must have the whole package then.”

Quirking an eyebrow at Jake Koko hummed,

“Oh really? And what does a whole package come with to you?”

With a cheeky grin Jake replied honestly,

“Brains and beauty Koko, brains and beauty. Not everyone has both, but you seem to be an exception to that.”

With a proud smile Koko put forth,

“I must be Mother Nature’s favorite then, Jake.”

A hearty laugh was let out as Jake threw his head back, he couldn’t get enough of how sassy and confident Koko was, she wasn’t like other girls, who were shy and needed everyone’s approval, Koko knew who she was and stood by it proudly. Soon Penny came back and questioned,

“Does a root beer sound good to you? It’s the best on in town I’ll tell you that.”

Koko felt a wave of satisfaction hit her as her mouth watered,

“Sounds perfect to me, I’ll take one.”

Penny smiled happily,

“Great! Now what can I get for you Hangman?”

Jake placed his card on the table while ordering,

“I’ll open a tab for my boys and I, and I’ll start with a light beer for now.”

Picking up a cool bottle from the fridge Penny handed to him as he thanked her then yelled for Bob,

“Thanks Penny. Hey Bob! Come over here and grab something.”

Koko followed Jake’s fingers that pointed towards the person he called Bob, and a warm fuzz of butterflies filled her tummy when she locked eyes with the person she was entertained with earlier. His bright blue eyes soon looked away from Koko’s warm brown ones as he felt a rush of shyness go through his system, unbeknownst to him made Koko feel a pinch of sadness of the thought that he couldn’t bare the sight of her. Even though she was pretty confident about herself, she still couldn’t help but feel a little hint of self consciousness, Koko was pretty curvy, had her short ack hair, along with cute earrings that covered her ears. She had seen the others girls that filled the seats in Hard Deck, and they were nothing like her, they were more taller and slim, lighter skin, looking more attractive than her she thought. But soon Bob came trailing around shyly as he watched Penny from the other side of the bar preparing Koko’s root beer, he couldn’t tell what it quite was yet, so he watched curiously. A few seconds later Penny came back and placed the cool root beer in front of Koko as she said sweetly,

“Enjoy dear.”

“Thank you Penny.”

Koko mirrored Penny’s smile as she began to take a long sip of her delicious drink, and quickly relishing its goodness. Bob had watched Koko the entire time as she drank her root beer, to shy to ask what drink it was so he could get one too. You see, Bob was always a quiet one, not really talking much and staying in his own comfort square, and asking a complete stranger (though very beautiful to him) about what drink she was having was too much for him. But Jake came to the rescue when he nudged Bob’s side and whispered to him subtly,

“You’re never going to be heard if you don’t speak, just ask. I promise you she’s really cool.”

Bob looked at Jake with a glimpse of fear, shaking his head while stuttering,

“A-Are you kidding me? M-Me.. talking to her is a joke, I’m totally out of her league perhaps, she probably likes strong and confidently guys like you, not quirky and n-nerdy guys like me Bagman-“

Jake huffed under his breath as he threatened Bob,

“Just shut up and ask, or I’ll ask for you and make you look like a total shy baby that has 4 eyes! Go!!”

Hangman giving Bob a light shove was enough to catch Koko’s attention as Bob steadied himself on the chair that was right next to her. Hangman walked away towards Rooster while hoping that his shove helped Bob out of his comfort zone. And Koko being the sweet and attentive person she was, asked him nicely,

“Oh! are you ok?”

The death of Bob was the moment he heard Koko’s sweet words that were directed to him, and he completely went blank as he stood there leaning on the stool he almost fell on. Koko smiled at him with confidence to show him that she was ok with him around her, and proved it more when she innocently giggled at his confused face as she fixed his glasses back in there place carefully while saying,

“You might want to check your glasses sweetie, might need better ones, so you’re not tripping over.”

Hearing her sweet sass made Bob break his ice easily, as he retorted back,

“Oh- oh no.. I uh, was blinded by...”

Koko raised a brow at him as she waited for him to finish his sentence, which came with a shock as he spurted out,

“I was blinded by your beauty.”

Koko sent him a face of awe as she pushed her hair behind her ear,

“Oh is that so... well, I’ll be here to catch you every time you fall for my beauty.”

Sending him a wink afterwards only made his heart swoon as he let out a cute, short chuckle, grateful to know that she took his words kindly,

“Oh! Well, thank you..”

“No thank you... why don’t you take a seat.. I’m Koko.”

Bob quickly sat down as he shook her hand gently,

“I’m Bob, uh- it’s a pleasure Koko.”

“Likewise Bob, so what brings you here?”

Bob sighed gratefully once again to know that Koko was kind and talkative, making his social skills a little bit easier to get out, as he replied,

“I just got back from training today.. I’m in the Navy.”

Sending him a nod of approval Koko said,

“A Naval Aviator correct?”

Excited to know that she knew what he did, he replied,

“Yeah! Exactly. H-How about you? I’ve never seen you here.”

2 hours then had passed as Koko and Bob chatted back and forth about one another’s lives and how they got to Hard Deck that very day. Bob was happy to know that Koko was quite the brains like he was, they were able to relate in a lot of things when it came to learning and education. Koko had even let him get a taste of her drink which soon convinced him to get his own glass that never went empty for the rest of the evening as they happily got to know each other more. Hangman watched in the distance and was proud to see that his planned worked, as Koko laughed happily with Bob as he talked so freely with her, like if they had known each other for years and years. When Bradley got with playing the piano after being paid by Hangman to do so, only because he wanted to see Bob and Koko get closer, he was even more excited when he saw Bob take Koko’s hand lovingly and pull her towards the open space and began to show her some moves as they danced while laughing like carefree teenagers. Koko could feel how nervous he was to lay his hands on her as they danced, but she did the move for him when she placed her hands in his own, and led them to rest on her curvy hips, Bob was wide eyed once he realized where exactly his hands were, but was calmed when Koko reassured him,

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, that’s ok.”

Bob was quick to let her know that this was all he wanted,

“Oh I’m completely happy- well fine with this- y-you know what I mean right?”

His nervous giggles were enough to convince Koko that this was probably Bob’s first time ever doing this, so she asked him,

“You’ve never danced with a girl Bobby?”

Calling him Bobby made a blush creep his cheeks as he replied honestly,

“Well, not with someone as great and beautiful as you. I was too scared to approach you at first.. I thought you might take me as a weirdo or something, because you’re so confident and amazing.”

Koko awed,

“Awe Bob, well you actually had caught my eye sense the moment you walked in. I thought- well actually I think you’re very cute.”

Bob squeezed Koko’s hips lovingly as he replied back with a new confidence,

“And I think you’re cute too... I really want to know you more.”

Feeling bubbly inside Koko smiled as he raked his hands through her hair to put it behind her ears so he could see her face and earring he had grown to love as well, as she said,

“I’d like to get to know you more too.”

When the bar was up to close, Bob walked Koko out of Hard Deck whole holding her arm as the walked down the steps, ever the gentleman Bob was. Once he took Koko to her car, he asked politely while looking at her doe eyes that beamed along with her skin that shone brightly under the moonlight,

“I’d like to take you out some time... whenever you’re free... is that ok?”

Tip-toeing to peck his cheek lightly, Koko replied,

“Of course that’s ok.. let me write you down my number and mom’s address on this receipt, I’ll be staying with my mom for quite a while, as I visit here.”

Quickly Koko hand wrote her number and address, soon slipping it in Bob’s hands which he took and held onto it tightly, like if it was a precious diamond or his source to breathe. Koko then got into her car, and let Bob close the door for her after she was settled in, he looked down at her as she smiled happily at him, he made his most confident move when he bent down and laid a sweet kiss on her head, and said afterwards,

“I’ll see you soon Koko... thank you for tonight.”

“I’ll see you soon too... and you’re welcome. Thank you as well for being so sweet and you.”

Waving to her goodbye as she began to pull away, Bob bid,

“Goodnight! Drive safe.”

“Goodnight Bob! Text me when you’re home!!”

“I will!!”

Five minutes after walking inside her mothers home, Koko still felt all warm and giddy, remembering every word he said, every touch, even the kiss he left on her head. A large smile grew on her face when her phone beeped, and she read the new message,

‘Hi Koko! This is Bob, I made it home! Did you?’

Quickly replying Koko typed,

‘Hi Bobby, yes I did! I’m glad you’re home.’

‘Same here for you. Oh, I just checked in with my boss, and I have a free day Saturday, maybe I can have the day with you?’

Thinking about it for a quick moment, Koko then remembered that her mom had a girls night with her aunts that day, meaning she’d be free sense her mom would be with her aunts, so she happily agreed,

‘I’m free that day! So yes, sounds fantastic!’

‘Great!! I’ll come and pick you up at 12pm!! Goodnight Koko☺️’

‘Perfect, ’ll be ready for you!! Goodnight Bobby😊’

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cheerfullycatholic · 12 hours

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Hey, apologies in advance for the ramblings but I really need someone to talk to about this anonymously 😅 so basically idk if I’m crazy or should genuinely feel ridiculous or like a loser??? But I’m currently living in Europe and one of my good friends is getting married in a few months and is out in the states. I’m supposed to be going out there for the wedding but I honestly think it’s been making me sick with stress. See, I am on the spectrum and I like to be able to do what I want and get away from people when I need to but there’s like an entire set of plans with more of her friends and of course extended family who I have never even talked to before and it’s not that I think they’ll be horrible but it’s a long time to be somewhere new and ofc she is going to be busy prepping for the wedding itself and I thought I’d be able to do things alone but I found out where she’s currently living is actually quite far from anything and I might have to rely on her other family to get me places. On one hand, I feel so dumb because it seems like such a great opportunity to also visit this place but on the other hand, it really is so much to not be guaranteed alone time and knowing she won’t be there all the time idk I’ve just been really sick to the point of passing out lately and this is the only thing I can think of that has caused such an increase in stress and I feel kind of pathetic for it? In any case, if you have any words of wisdom, advice etc I’d appreciate it and please prayers 🥺

Dude I totally get you, and it's not ridiculous or pathetic. I don't know if I'm on the spectrum but I deal with the same things all the time, and they just make my chronic illness worse. My nephew's birthday party and my step uncle's wedding are both tomorrow and I was having a rough time health wise just with the party but the wedding was hastily planned two weeks ago which was not enough time to mentally prepare for, and my nephew's party is in a place I've never been to before mostly with people I either don't like or don't know and I've been dying, man. And I can't drive so I can't just leave, ya know? Not unless someone takes me home and I can't expect anyone to do that. But at least these events are all in my general area, I couldn't imagine how it would feel to be in a different country! I will definitely keep you in my prayers

Firstly, since it's making you sick, you do not have to go or do all the things she wants you to. She's your friend, she should understand that your health just won't permit it and going could make it worse. It's okay to take care of yourself. But if you decide to go, what are some things that help you calm down and deal? For me it's listening to show tunes. I bought these open ear bluetooth earbuds (link goes to Amazon) specifically so I can listen to Hamilton at the events tomorrow without anyone knowing because I can hide them behind my hair, and since they're open ear I can both hear the music and the people around me both just fine and they don't hurt after awhile like normal earbuds do. I wouldn't be going to either events if I hadn't gotten these. You mentioned alone time, maybe tell your friend about your struggles and that you sometimes need time to relax and breathe by yourself and maybe she could figure out a place where you could rest. If you go, do what you gotta do, make gathering all of the stuff you can to help yourself a fun thing

#prayer request

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pearljen-blog · 1 year

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Renovations with Joel Miller - 01

Chapter 01 - Introductions

You meet Joel by accident and find out he’s working in constructions. Hopefully with some convincing he can assist you with some urgent house renovations... and then some.

Based on the video game version of Joel, but can be changed to the HBO version if preferred. Taking place pre outbreak in Austin Texas.

Masterlist

Pairing: Joel Miller x afab reader

Warnings: This is my first published story, which in itself should be a warning / Reader is afab and has long hair, I will try avoid using any additional physical descriptions / Not familiar with the area of Austin, so most of it is badly googled or made up / swearing / smut eventually

Rriiiiing

‘Hello’. It was 2 in the morning. Who would be calling at this time?

‘Hey! Hun! It’s me.’

Of course.

‘I am so sorry, really sorry. I met this guy…. we were at that new place in town, Butlers.. something, in Austin. It was CRAZY.’

Who’s that chuckling in the back? Where is she? Drunk?

‘Crazy I tell ya. Anyway, we’re kind of … We’re in jail. He got in a fight. It wasn’t anything bad. Just.. he kinda hit that guy and he went down. Some idiot anyway. And he was doing it for me. That fella was just talking shit.’

‘What? Where are you?’ I love you Carla but I swear..

‘It’s nothing bad. I promise. Seriously. They took us in and we had to go to Travis County Jail. We’re there now. Just waiting.’

‘It’s 2 in the fucking morning…’

‘I know! Fuck.. I know! But we don’t want to stay here all weekend.’

‘Who is we?’

‘Tommy, he’s the guy from the fight. He didn’t start it. Fuck I’m sorry, but I don’t know who else to call. I can’t call dad. He’ll kill me’.

‘I’m an hour out of the city. What do you want me to do?’ God I’m tired.

‘PLEASE! I’ll pay you back. Just let us get out of here. I’m begging ya.’

My head hurts. My eyes are sore. ‘How much is to get you out?’

‘Fuck I don’t know. But I’ll give it back to ya. Promise.’

You turn on the lights next to the bed. Hating the idea of spending an hour in the car, driving through the fucking city and then her drunk ass home.

‘I hate you. You’re a terrible friend.’

‘Please Y/N!’

‘Yeah I’m moving. But it will take me about 90 minutes to be there.’

‘Thanks babes. Thanks thanks’

You hang up. Out of pleasantries for this time of the night. Once in the bathroom you put your hair in a ponytail and fresh water to your face. You love Carla, but she’s a mess sometimes. Like a real mess. But she’s also the first person you have been able to click with since you arrived in Austin. She doesn’t ask too many questions, mainly happy to talk about herself. And she gets you out of the house. At least some nights.

The drive to Austin is fine. Boring, especially at this time of the night. You made some coffee for the road and listen to Booker T & the MG’s. One of your dads’ favourite albums. You always doze off to some long-forgotten time, when listening to it. Time passes much faster this way. You were hitting Austin fast and prepared yourself to be lost until you found Travis County Jail. Driving in the city didn’t scare you but drained a lot more energy from you.

***

‘We can’t release anyone today. You will have to come back tomorrow.’

‘He is right there for fuck’s sake!’

‘SIR!’

‘He’s right there! Just let me pay and get him out. Do your job!’

‘SIR! That’s enough! I am asking you to leave.’

Two men around the desk standing close and arguing. What the hell did you walk into at this time of the night?

‘I just want my brother out is all. Why are you being so difficult?’

‘You can come back tomorrow to collect your brother. Please leave, get out, before I will arrest you as well for disorderly conduct.’

One guy is storming off. Head bowed to the ground, nevertheless you could see the anger on him. His posture rigid and ready to crack any second. He sprints past you and for a second you feel intimidated to walk any further to the reception. What a night this turns out to be.

‘Fun night?’

‘What can I do for you love?’

‘My friend got into a little trouble last night and called me to release her. Her name is Carla Thomas, age 34.’ What other information do they need you wonder.

‘Well, I’ll tell you what I told the last guy. You will have to come back tomorrow. We are not releasing anyone today.’

‘What??’ You are joking?

‘Come back on Monday from 9am love.’ There is an uninterested look that comes with his statement.

‘I just drove over an hour to pick her up.’

‘I’m sorry to hear. But there are no weekend releases. Please come back on Monday.’

You realize there’s no way to discuss or argue your way out of this, but you try anyway.

After some back and forth you cave and walke back outside. What a night indeed.

Carla will have to wait. She will have to understand. Maybe you can just stay in Austin and get breakfast somewhere. Or maybe you’ll be able to fall back asleep when you get home. How will you pick her up on Monday? You have work. There are about 15 thoughts currently in your head. But you are unable to focus on any one of them, so you just slowly walk back to your car.

On the way to your car, you spot the guy who was arguing to get his brother released. More out of your peripheral, but you see him. He’s standing by his truck, not far from you. On the phone, or desperately trying to ring someone. Possibly his brother you think.

‘Fuck sake!’

You look towards his direction.

‘Fun night?’ Yes, your one and only ice breaker, you think to yourself.

‘It’s fucking bullshit.’ He looks up and straight at you. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean that.’

Southern gentlemen.

‘It’s ok. Same thing I said to myself... in my head.’

He turns slightly towards his truck. Frown all over his face. You smirk, hands slightly fidgeting.

‘You know they have people around. I just don’t understand why they just can’t release people on a fucking Sunday. Tommy, my brother,… he could have told me when he called.’

Tommy, well..

‘Your brother’s name is Tommy?’ You huff and smile to yourself. ‘That’s.. funny. My friend called me tonight at 2am, telling me she got arrested with a guy named Tommy. Or arrested because of him.'

You look at the ground now. Still turned towards him.

‘He’s a mess but a good guy.’

You look up. ‘Oh yeah, sorry I didn’t mean it that way.’

He’s looking right at you now. Just a grey worn out shirt and a tired look, but he looks gorgeous. God, you wish you would be able to keep eye contact.

‘Well, I guess I may see you on Monday then to get these kids home.’ Your gaze drops back to the ground, and you slowly turn towards your car.

‘Yeah, can’t wait to give up half a day of work to drive around the city just to get him out. Only getting paid for the days I’m working for fucks sake. He should know better.’

You look back at him just to acknowledge that you are listening. But you don’t say anything.

‘Sorry I don’t expect you to feel sorry for me missing a day of construction.’

‘You work in construction?’ Your eyes go wide, and you look at him expecting.

He stays silent for a second. Seems it’s not the usual reaction he gets, when mentioning constructions.

‘I’m a carpenter. But we, Tommy and I, we do whatever works needs to be done really.’

‘Are you looking for work?’ Maybe too forward. ‘Or do you know any construction friends that are looking for work?’

There’s an awkward silence. No longer angry, he’s just looking at you wondering. Possibly trying to figure out where he wants this conversation to go. You can’t keep your gaze up and turn back at the car. He’s still gorgeous. For a second you start playing with your lower lip.

‘Always looking for work.’ You turn back at him. Eyebrows raised slightly, heart beating heavier now.

‘I bought a house recently,…well a few months ago now actually. Ehm.. It’s a really great house! Spectacular! But it needs some work done. I think the walls are fine. At least my brother thinks so. He’s been looking at it for now, and I trust him. But the roof needs work, and pretty much all the windows need to be replaced. Bathroom and kitchen, all needs to be re-done, but that’s second to getting the house in actual good shape.’

Oh my god, why don’t you just tell him your whole life story? Jesus…

‘How urgent is it?’

Is he considering it?

‘I’m already living in it. But my brother is pushing me to get it done. He’s been helping me a lot, but he doesn’t live around here, so it’s been moving really slowly.’

‘Can go and take a look. Get and understanding of what we are dealing with here. How much you paying?’

‘Oh.’ Your brother warned you about this question.

‘Honestly you would have to talk this out with my brother. He said around $30 per hour. But it depends what extra charges come on top. Like fuel and that kind of stuff. So I don’t know for sure. Oh, I should mention, the house is not actually in Austin.’

Here we go, the deal breaker.

‘It’s in Luling. About an hour on a good day.’

‘Yeah, I know that place. I grew up there’ He’s smiling. Wow.

‘Wow… Please tell me you have font memories of your childhood.’

‘Some of them. Place was great though.’

You’re thinking to yourself. Just ask him.

‘I can take your number. Or give you mine. Or whichever way this usually works.’ Breath in ‘You know, in case you want to have a look at the house.’

He keeps looking at you with no mercy now.

‘Yeah lets swap numbers and give me a call. I’m not sure what time I’ll be here on Monday.’

You swap numbers and walk back to your car. Goodbyes are short but you need a second to collect your thoughts in the car anyway. You found out his name is Joel Miller. He was looking for an excuse to visit Luling again, so he told you. Maybe Carla’s drunk ass could be good for something. You’re getting breakfast for the road.

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