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faiszt · 10 days ago

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maybe smth with sub bob and overstimulation ? 😛 but something gentle gotta go easy on him ..

OVERSTIMULATION ╱ with ROBERT REYNOLDS ⠀♥︎ · ୧ minors do not interact⠀⠀⠀ ──── ⠀ ⠀⠀ headcanon blurb

diary notes⠀✴ ⠀·⠀ i can’t believe it took me that long to finally post this (which i loved writin’ btw), i’m not exactly an expert on overstimulation, but i swear i really tried my best and this idea was such a good one. thank u, love ‹3

꒲⠀ masterlist⠀◞⠀previous nsfw bob’s blurbs : ♡ &&. ♡

the smell of sex inside the bedroom was inescapable, a musky scent that numbed the two of you in the height of your lust. bob had his arms wrapped around your waist, leaning against the headboard as you rode him in the most delicious way he could describe.

you’re lucky that your neighbors couldn’t care less about the noise coming from your apartment when new york in general was a very noisy place all the time. besides, he definitely didn’t mind making noise, maybe he even wanted people to hear you and him, so they’d know that you took good care of each other—even in the middle of the week.

“fuck, baby...” he rolled his eyes and closed them for a few seconds, hands moving down from your waist to grab your ass, delighting in squeezing the soft flesh before slipping his hand between your cheeks, teasing your hole lightly with his digit. “you’re so good... so pretty bouncin’ on my cock...”

there was a smirk on his lips, the smirk of someone who had taken advantage of the good moment you offered him on a wednesday after a really long day. bob was a needy one, he hated being away from you and when he was close again, he needed to get everything he lost when he was away. some would call him greedy too, but you just recognized that your partner was a touch-starved man.

his smirk turned into a full-on grin as he squeezed the flesh of your ass harder this time and you moaned, leaning more against him, letting him think he was in control of something. he wasn’t, it was just pleasurable to see the expression on his face when you reminded him that his position would always be under you, fucking you good when you needed him to.

the edge wasn’t far away for him, your pussy was making him slower and slower with sloppy movements of pleasure, he wanted to prolong this, but it was so hard when you were a sight for sore eyes right in front of his eyes. it was always like that, he’d get hard as a rock just by looking in your direction and you’d solve it for him—telling him that he’s your good boy, he can’t deny that he loves the way it sounds.

“i... can i come in your mouth...?” he was giving you so much of a chance to do something that would make him remember later—that you had to smile in a mischievous way, nodding in agreement as you pushed your hips back a little and squeezed his cock deep inside you. a moan caught in his throat and he looked down at the spot where your bodies met, seeing the way you both looked like a wet mess.

oh, god, that alone was enough to make him hard again if he wasn’t tired after spending the last few minutes trying not to lose control.

as soon as you got off him, bob opened his legs a little more and let you lie face down right in between them while taking off the condom. your mouth went straight to his glistening cock, wet with your juices and leaking a lot of pre-cum. he grabbed the sheets, biting his lower lip at the scene that was unfolding, he went crazy when he saw and felt your pretty little mouth wrapped around him.

his hips began to lift a little, making his cock go deeper inside your mouth while your hands stroked the part of his length that your mouth couldn’t reach, your eyes fixed on him, the whole time. a hoarse groan left him as his eyes locked with yours and he fucked your mouth with pleasure until he came, the jets of hot cum hitting your throat within minutes as he almost trembled.

but, was that the end? no, it wasn’t, he just didn’t know.

“hey, don’t even think about moving...” it was a command, you weren’t messing with him and he could see it by the way there was no longer a smile on your face, but rather an even greater lust than what he saw before. bob had already gotten used to your boldness, it never stopped making his heart beat faster. “you heard me, didn’t you? stay. there.”

he obeyed you almost immediately, which made you feel immensely satisfied knowing that you just had to change your tone of voice a little and he’d obey like a puppy. nothing was better than the control you had over him when he, outside those four walls, would be saying that you weren’t the boss of him. it doesn’t look like that now.

“you know...” your words came out a little slurred, you were sitting on his lap again, riding him and shoving his sensitive cock inside you again, raw and slow, making him shiver and bite his lower lip once more and so hard that could’ve hurt. “you need to remember who’s in charge here, pretty boy.”

you took him completely inside you, all at once, without going slowly and teasing with the tip first. you had to hold back a loud moan that insisted on coming out when you did it, but you did it anyway. it was all about making him whimper beneath you in the way that pleased you the most, you let him have his fun, didn’t you? now it was your turn.

“is that too much for you, baby?” your movements tried to start slow, but you couldn't hold back and needed to go faster, bouncing on his cock with a certain aggressiveness just to extract every drop of sanity he had in that pretty brain. when bob nodded in an almost desperate "yes", you just laughed softly, leaning against him and purposefully letting his cock slip out. “good, it better be.”

the whisper that came muffled from your lips against his ear made his heart almost stop in his chest and he tried to use his hands, trying to grab your hips to show you how much he was going crazy for it, but you grabbed his wrists and pushed them back, pinning them against the mattress. “no, no hands... unless i say you can touch me, got it?”

he agreed, even though he hated it, he wanted to touch you so much. bob couldn’t help but become a complete pathetic wretch desperate for a sweet release when you overstimulated him. if he really wanted to, he could simply use his super-human force to push you against the bed, make you take his cock until you both passed out without stamina, but he liked being submissive to you, to be at your mercy.

“sl-slow-ly, plea... please...” bob was lost in his own words, sinking into the mattress as you tortured him with your warm, soft pussy, wrapping him in a tight, delirious embrace. your breasts swaying in front of his eyes were where he was focusing his attention, feeling the saliva moving in his mouth with the desire to bite and lick them.

his plea was denied, of course it was, you weren’t going to slow down, not now and he’d have to deal with it like the big boy he was. “you can beg all you want, but we both know you don’t really want me to go slow...” you leaned a little closer to him like you did before, bringing your breasts with you even more in front of his face. “and i know you want something else... then, ask for it and i give it to you.”

he didn’t have to think hard—and he probably couldn’t—to know what you were talking about. “can i...” before he could finish his sentence, you purposely squeezed him inside you and moved faster, making him swallow a longing moan. “f-fuck... can... can i lick your... tits? please... i want ’em in my... m-mouth...”

there it was, your mischievous smile again, listening to him beg so well that he had even learned that saying the magic word worked. “of course you can, sweet boy, especially when you ask so nicely.” you said, in a falsely affectionate manner as you let go of one of his wrists to grab your own right breast, bringing it towards his eager mouth. “open your mouth for me.”

once he did as you told him—and oh, how good he was at doing that—you positioned your nipple against his lips and let him do the rest. your hand pressed his wrist against the mattress again, but this time, he didn’t care because he was too busy licking and nibbling on your delicious mound. the moans were stuck in his throat, he could only groan and feel the muscles in his thighs begin to tremble and flex from the extreme overstimulation happening between his legs.

on the other hand, you weren’t desperate, moaning so good every time his cock seemed to tense up, every time you pushed him less gently inside you until he reached your walls. “doesn’t it feel good, baby? being so sensitive that it hurts a little bit and feels more pleasurable than usual?” you questioned him, already starting to feel like he was going to reach his limit once more by the way he moved beneath you.

you usually wouldn’t let him come that easily, but he had had such a long and tiring day that, being empathetic, you thought you could go a little easy on him for now. “how about you tell me how much you want to come, huh? maybe i’ll decide to become gentle today.”

this was almost a relief for him, your nipple slipped out of his mouth and he licked his lips, still trying to fight the urge to whimper immediately every time he feels his orgasm coming. “i... i really... really want to... come inside... you...” he said, but his voice was already starting to get weak. “pl-please... i-i... i need to come...”

you let go of his wrists one last time, your hands going to his bare chest to lean on as you began to bounce on top of his poor absurdly sensitive cock with coordinated movements that were somewhere between too slow and too fast. “so... come for me...” you asked, already panting and even more sweaty from all this heated interaction. “deep inside me, baby... come for me.”

your words were the order and he didn’t need anything else to get there. his moans increased, painfully pleasurable whimpers, his face was red and his knuckles were turning white as he tightened the sheet between them. he squeezed his eyes shut, squirming beneath you with legs shaking and toes curling.

the orgasm was relentless, you felt your sweet hole being completely filled by the thick, hot, eager cum that shot out of him, leaking out between your legs as you pulled yourself off of him, making he groaned sensitively.

bob couldn’t think of anything to say, his thoughts were spinning and spinning as he took deep breaths and tried to recover from that moment that he’d—surely—remember all too well for the next few weeks. “do you need a cpr or something?” it was a little joke, but you wanted to laugh at the way he was staring at the ceiling.

he remained silent for a moment, but soon he propped himself up on one elbow and sat up a little on the bed, his blue eyes with slightly dilated pupils looking in your direction. “i need... water... throat lozenges... and sedatives, but i think your tits can replace the latter.”

for a second, you almost worried that you had gone too hard on him even when you tried to go easy, but the smirk that appeared on his face when he pulled you closer again and hugged you was enough for you to know what you needed. this wouldn’t be the last time you did this.

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sadiesdoll · 2 months ago

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cowboy!vi fluff, subtle slow-burn with mutual pining ♡

cowboy!vi who rolled into your dusty little town on a patched-up car and a smug tilt to her mouth, looking like she belonged in a Western wanted poster—if the posters were allowed to be that hot.

cowboy!vi who doesn't smile much at strangers, but gave you a full one the first time you met—crooked and lazy, like she already knew you were gonna be trouble.

cowboy!vi who wears her belt low and her hat lower, always chewing on a toothpick or a piece of straw, and talking like she's got all the time in the world to kill—especially if you're the one keepin' her company.

cowboy!vi who makes you nervous without even trying. something about the way she says "sugar" makes your knees weak. something about the way she looks down to look at you and leans in when she talks makes you forget your own name. (not that you'd admit it. not out loud.)

cowboy!vi who always notices you scribbling in that pretty little pink diary of yours—leather-bound, soft-looking, with a heart-shaped lock and ribbon bookmark. she never asks what's inside, just tips her hat and says, "you writin' about me in there?"

you roll your eyes every time, but the way your hand tightens on the spine? she notices that too.

(and yeah, she's imagined unlocking it with her teeth more than once.)

cowboy!vi who knows your parents don't let you leave the house past sundown, so she whistles from the tree line some nights, just loud enough for you to hear. just enough to say: "i'm here if you're bold enough."

cowboy!vi who showed up at your porch once while your parents were out of town. boots muddy, hands in her back pockets, eyes flicking toward your nightgown like she wasn't even trying to be polite about it.

"this a bad time, darlin'? or just a good secret?"

cowboy!vi who doesn't touch you—yet. not really. just lingers near your vanity while you change behind the divider, eyes fixed on the mirror. and when you step out in one of your prettiest dresses, she just whistles low and rasps, "well hell... give me a spin, pretty thing."

cowboy!vi who doesn't reach for you even then—just watches. head tilted, thumb brushing her lip. like she's memorizing you for later. like she knows there's gonna be a later.

cowboy!vi who lounges in your room like she's always belonged there, flipping through the books on your shelf and teasing you about the frilly covers. "what, no tales of outlaws 'n saloon shootouts?" but she always puts them back carefully.

And you notice her fingers linger on the one with the pressed flower you thought no one ever noticed.

cowboy!vi who never stays too long. just long enough to leave your window open and your chest warm. just long enough to make you wonder what would happen if you were the one who leaned in first.

cowboy!vi who doesn't ask questions she doesn't already know the answers to. like when she saw you flinch at the sound of your father's boots on the porch, she just said, "you alright?" real soft—eyes steady, voice lower than usual. she didn't press.

she just sat a little closer that night. closer than usual.

cowboy!vi who fixes things with her hands. fences. boots. even your busted little lamp with the crooked base—though she grumbled the whole time.

"this thing's older than me, sugar," she muttered, screwdriver between her teeth.

"what, you too scared to throw things out?"

“ugh, shut up, violet.” you muttered with a playful scowl, lips tugging into a half-pout

(you liked the way the light hit your walls when it flickered.)

cowboy!vi who hums when she's distracted—old outlaw songs you don't know the names of. she hums when she's reading, when she's working, when she thinks you're not listening. but when you hum? she always stops to hear it better.

cowboy!vi who carries matches in a rusted little tin. she doesn't smoke, but she lights candles for you when the power flickers.

"romantic, huh?" she teases, striking one against her boot.

you scoff and pretend not to look at the way the flame dances in her eyes.

cowboy!vi who always smells like saddle leather and desert wind.

you told her once that she smells like outside.

she laughed and leaned in close, just enough to make your throat go tight.

"then maybe you oughta come outside with me sometime."

cowboy!vi who keeps showing up with dirt on her jeans and dried blood on her knuckles, and every time she says, "ain't nothin', sweetheart, just handled somethin'." you never ask what.

but one time she flinched when you dabbed her hand with a cloth, and you said, teasing,

"what, tough girl can't take a little antiseptic?"

she didn't smile.

just looked at you real quiet and said, "i don't mind the pain, princess, i just—ain't used to someone else carin’.”

then she looked away, like she hadn't meant to say it out loud.

and you both pretended your heart didn't skip.

cowboy!vi who didn't expect you to say anything after that quiet confession-she figured you'd just laugh it off or let the moment pass.

but instead, you just nodded, gentle and sure, and said, "then get used to it. 'cause i'll be the one takin' care of you from now on."

you didn't make it a big deal. didn't need to. but now, every time she gets scraped up or bruised, she comes straight to you without a word.

sometimes with a cocky grin, sometimes with a sheepish look. but always to you.

and now there's a little tin box under your bed with bandages, antiseptic, and ointment—labeled "vi's kit ♡” in your handwriting.

she saw it once, grinned real slow, and said, “guess i'm your favorite patient now, huh?" you rolled your eyes, but you didn't deny it.

cowboy!vi who came by one afternoon with a little paper-wrapped parcel in her hand, all casual-like, like she hadn't been nervously folding and unfolding it the whole ride over.

"saw this at the market," she muttered, setting it on your desk without meeting your eyes. "made me think of you."

cowboy!vi who never says goodbye when she leaves. she just tips her hat, throws you a wink, and says something stupid like, "try not to miss me too much, now." but you always do.

a/n: I’m actually not proud of this at all but I love cowboy!vi so much so lmk if u guys want more of her ♡

Critcism and ideas are heavily appreciated (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

thank you for reading! ♡

#vi #vi arcane #arcane vi #arcane #vi x reader

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samonroegf · 1 year ago

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⠀　 ⠀ ⋆˚࿔ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⠀　　 ⠀❝ best friend’s brother w/sam monroe ❞

dead dove, do not eat. dark!content. smut, fluff, angst. bfb!sam monroe x innocent!reader. girly!reader, naive!reader. perv!sam. bully!sam. dom!sam x sub!reader. mix of hc and blurb. read at your own risk, mdni. masterlist.

જ⁀➴ brother's best friend!sam thoughts

ᨳ sam can be really very sweet, if your brother and he stop at your favorite food place, he'll buy it for you. but be very snarky about it. usually making you give him a messy kiss in return for it. the dirty taste of cigarettes on his tongue.

ᨳ sam can also be a little mean, pushing you slightly or tripping you in the hallways at school. he never really grew out of the ‘slightly bullies you to show affection’ era that most boys go through. he can a little pushy when it comes to you, get you so greened out that all you can do is listen to him, wants you to be all his. he wants to choose your outfits, cook for you, you're his little angel and he must protect you.

ᨳ he also will sabotage any relationship you have with a guy, he'll blame it on the fact that high school boys are slumdogs. they'll treat you horribly. he'd tell you, and you being his naïve little girl would believe him.

ᨳ he is going to steal your underwear. using the soft lace and cotton to jack himself off. or maybe pressing the ruined material to his nose, and relinquishing in the sent of you.

ᨳ he'd also steal all your more covering clothing, wanting to see as much of you as physically possible. it's so easy to do when he's over there almost every day.

ᨳ he loves saying things that make you go a bit dumb. litrle phrases that turn you into a bimbo, “hey, pretty girl.” “how’s my girl doing?” “being a good girl, lately?”

ᨳ his favorite pet names to call you are angel, princess, sweetheart, darlin’ and baby. when you're in bed, he loves to call you his dirty little girl, cockhungry whore, babygirl. princess is a must no matter where, you're always his princess.

ᨳ he'd love finding little knickknacks to give you, knowing you love those kinda things. type of man to bring u rocks he thought you'd like. sating something like “pretty bitches love rocks, so a pretty rock for my pretty girl.”

ᨳ sam loves sneaking around your brother, having to wait for him to go to sleep, go to the bathroom, or showing up when sam knows he won't be here. coming to just to tease and mock you.

ᨳ sam adores teasing you, grabbing your hair and giving it a little tug. squeezing your thighs, tits, or ass especially before you actually get with him. loves the little squeaks and mean glares that aren't intimidating.

જ⁀➴ bfb!sam blurbs

ᨳ sam is notorious for not respecting your privacy, always walking into your room whenever he pleases. so when you're too busy to notice, hand in your pants, eyes screwed shut, your other hand over your mouth to keep you from making too much noise.

this is a beautiful site to sam, watching you arch your back as your so close to coming. he'd watch and feel his cock restrain painfully against his boxers. watching you squirm as you ride out your orgasm. palming his hard cock through his pants. slipping out right before you open your eyes. no clue he was even there.

ᨳ the time was inching towards three, your legs crossed as you scribble into your diary. sam leans in the doorway, a blunt between his lips, “whatcha writin’?” he drawls out. smoke flows out of his mouth and nose, he inches forward. the bed creaks under his weight as he sits down.

you're quick to close the journal, sliding it under your pillow as he gets closer. you shake your head, “nothing.” you almost laugh. unable to say that most of the scribbles are about him, about your school girl crush on the older boy.

he takes another hit. this time he grabs you by the jaw, his tight grip causes his rings to pinch the soft skin of your face. you whine against him, it makes him chuckle lowly. he presses his mouth to yours, blowing the smoke int your mouth. giving you no choice but to inhale and exhale, coughing a bit as you did. the smoke is harsh, and makes your lungs feel like they're burning. he smirks devilishly at you as you do.

“one day I'll smoke with you for real.” he rubs his hand up your thigh softly before retreating back to your brother's room.

ᨳ “you wanna help me out?” sam gruffs as he sees you peaking through the crack in the bathroom door. innocent and curious eyes prying on him, begging to be invited in.

sam’s hand was hard and rough against his sensitive cock. pink tip leaking precum that he lazily drags over the head with his thumb. you nod dumbly, falling right into his plan. you close and lock the bathroom door.

“yeah, perfect," his voice gravely with need, pushing you hips harshly against the bathroom counter. pulling your littke dress up on your waist, sam wanted to take all of this in. he just didn't have the time. he pulled down your underwear, the soft material bundling up and roughly scratching against the soft flesh of your thighs.

you squeak at the sudden movements, he pushes his cock in the middle of your thighs. being surrounded by your soft skin without entering you, he can't afford that satisfaction right now. he rutts unceremoniously, you can see the pink head peeping out between your thighs. the sight makes you drip down onto his cockz giving him even more pleasure.

“ugh, thanks for letting me use ya, doll.” he's mumbling, groaning out in between words. he comes quick painting the white counter with his liquid. the sight makes you needy. he presses a kiss in your shoulder, shoves his cock back in his pants and leaves the room. letting you clean up his mess, both the counter and you.

ᨳ you walked through your front door, hushed arguing upstairs. you set down your bag, walking silently up the wooden stairs to see what's going on.

“you can't do this, man,” you're watching theough the slightly cracked door. sam is pulling on his hair a little, something he never grew out of when he was frustrated or upset. your brother is sitting on the bed with a stone face and crossed arms.

“what the fuck-” whatever rant your brother was about to go on, died on his tongue as they both noticed your prescence. it was obvious they fought physically first, a busted lip on sam and a bruised cheekbone on your brother. both of their knuckles a little red, and bruised.

you didn't really know how to react to what you were seeing. they stood opposition to each other, the most important men in your life. your brother always did his best to protect you, keep you safe. only to realize he's been blind the entire time.

you took a moment, a deep breathe, “what the hell is going on?” your nose rung up in disgust at the violence, fighting was never something you liked to concern yourself with. thinking it was a bit dumb.

“he found out.” anxiety bloomed in your chest, at sam's words. sam threw a thumo up towards your brother, who was now watching your every move.

“oh. well you can't just beat up on each other. I'm dating sam, that's final. he's dating me, that's final. you guys are still friends, that's also final. good, glad, we're okay.” you clasped your hands together and tried to walk quickly to your room. you wanted to escape the embarrassing situation as soon as possible.

“hey! woah, that is not how things work.” everything with your brother was a fight, most hard headed individual you'd ever met.

“okayyy,” you drug out the word, turning on your heel to face him since he wanted to argue.

“are you gonna stop me? you want me to be heartbroken? want your beat friend to hate you? neither of us ever wanting to talk to you again? no? then i guess we're fine.”

you both were very close, expecting the other to bac down. which your brother did, unhappily, “fine! but im not happy about it!” he huffs storming away,

“cool, I don't really care!" you yelled down the hallway at him.

ᨳ “sam!” you screeched, applying more color corrector and concealer on the dark red marks that litter your neck. looking at sam, who lays on your bed, through your vanity mirror. he chuckles at you, and smirks. obvious pride in his work.

“i don't know what to tell you, doll, i just can't control myself around you.” you're surely going to kill him, no matter what products you put on your neck there's no covering up the blustering marks on your skin.

“if he sees this, and finds out it's from you, he's gonna kill us both.” you sighed, looking at the mark. you'd never tell sam but you admire the love bites.

“bold of you to assume that I'm scared of him, sweeheart.”

ᨳ “you look so pretty f'me.” he's mumbling, more to himself than actually talking to you. his hands are comfortingly rubbing your thighs. the soft skin growing goosebumps from the sudden touch. his shirt rode up on your torso, revealing your tummy. he pushed it up further so he could see your tits. his hands grab them, groping the flesh roughly. whines falls from your lips at his touch, any touch from sam always makes your nerves feel like live wires.

sam discards your underwear wanting to feast his eyes on all that is you. his fingers slide through your folds collecting the juices on the pad of his finger.

“you taste good, baby?” sam brings his fingers to your lips, absolute dumb for him, your lips naturally envelop his digit. your tongue wrapping around and collecting all the sweet yet salty taste of your cunt. you hum, nodding, half-lidded eyes trailing over sam. he wears a lazy smile, so wrapped up in your reactions to him.

“let me get a taste,” he's talking once more time, to himself rather than you. his head comes between your thighs, licking a stripe theough your folds. he licks and laps at the juices, like it's favorite meal. feverish with need for you, he rutts against the mattress. he's hard, boner hurting him. he refuses to come without making you orgasm at least once.

sam's lips wrap around your clit, tongue whipping against the bundle of nerves. the feeling is too much, overwhlming every one of your senses. you're wriggling under him, his arms wrapped around you the only thing keeping you from squirming too much under him. ot takes only moments for you to come, this new feeling all too much for your virgin cunt. you're rambling just his name, he's trying not to chuckle as you feed his ego.

“that's it, baby, you're okay. i got you, feels so good doesn't it,” he's helping you rude out your orgasm, little licks that keep your body jumping slightly under him.

ᨳ halloween, not one of your favorite holidays but it was sam's. so you weren't surprised when he showed up to your house, just didn't expect the way he did it. a bang on your window pulls you from your thoughts, startlingly. just to hear sam's maniacal laugh from the other side, while your hand rests on your chest. you and sam both trying to catch your breaths for completely different reasons.

he climbs in through your window, not wanting your brother to know he's there yet. they were supposed to have a movie marathon, but how could sam focus on that without having fun with you first.

“that was so not funny!” you're exasperated, but you'd be lying if you said seeing sam in a ghostface outfit didn't turn you on a little. the most fuckable slasher.

“don’t i look good tho?” he asks walking up to you, pulling your back against his chest. his cologne and the smell of weed and cigarettes invades your nostrils.

“yeah, whatever,” you huffed, arms crossed over your chest, a pout forming on your glossy lips. he takes out a pocket knife letting the blade scratch lightly against your bare thighs. not enough to hurt just enough to leave a lighter line marking your skin, before fading away in moments.

“sam,” you whined, somewhere betweent telling him to go away, and to never leave your side. he chuckles at this, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“i'll sneak back in later, your brother is expecting me.”

ᨳ sam laid in your bed, your brother gone for the week at basketball camp or whatever he gets up to. your head was on his chest, while his fingers comb through the tangled strands. your eyes are closed, and he's just watching you. taking in how you snuggle into him, when you get the chance.

“i can feel you staring." you giggle out, peaking open one eye and looking at him. his mouth is curved into a half smile, just admiring his babydoll.

“you’re so pretty, doll. most beautiful girl in the world,” his hand came to your jaw, thumb rubbing over your cheek. it wasn't like sam to be all mushy, it caught you off guard. you hid your face in his chest, taking in his natural scaent under the normal aroma of stale cigarettes, and burning bud.

“don’t hide from me, please.” this statement had your curiousity piquing. trying to figure out what's gotten into sam this time. one eyebrow of yours quirked, “what’s- are you okay?”

sam's face fell a little, “what I can't admire my girl?” the my in his sentence exaggerated, an undertone of jeakousy making it's way to the center stage.

“you can! you're just being...romantic. and that's not really your style, sammy.” you defended, coming to set your head up, really looking at him.

“well, i love you, and i want you to know that.” there wasn't an taboo of saying i love you in this relationship, neither of you having gotten around to it yet. your lips curved into a huge grin, immediately saying it back and pressing a soft kiss to sam's lips.

ᨳ “why are we at a park?” sam would complain, walking with towards the grass. although he seems to be in a hitty mood, he enjoys doing anything as long as he's with you. his hand swunging wildly intertwined with yours, the action makes your heart squeeze a little.

“i want to have a picnic.” you'd give him a soft smile as you speak. finally finding a tree with good ahade for the two of you to sit under. otherwise sam will burn and you'd have to listen to him bitch the whole time.

“fine. at least it's not a million degrees out today.” his words would seem agressive but he's cheesin at you. smiling, it's not something that he would do alot, at least not before you. now, though, he'd seem naked without it. without his white pearls gleaming in the sun.

you set out all the food on top of a checker print blanket, even though sam hates most cheesy things, he loves this, loves you and any moment he can spend eith you.

ᨳ your whines are loud, too loud in a house with other people in it. sam takes your lacy underwear that he had previously tucked in his pockets, and shoves them in your mouth. you can taste yourself on the material, proof to how worked up sam had made you.

“sorry, princess, but if you can't be quiet I'll have to make ya.” he pushed your head back into the pillows, a disgruntled whine falling past your lips. his hands hold your hips roughly, using them as handles to piston his cock in and out of your dripping hole.

everything is too much in the best way possible, how you can feel every ridge and vein of him streatching you out. the strained feeling in your back from arching for so long. the rough material of lace in your mouth. not to mention the little moans that sam is dropping, you feel like you might explode.

“fuck, squeezing me so tight, love fucking you baby. love how she sucks me in, and your body, god.” sam is pussydrunk, words falling haphazardly from him, babbling from the pleasure. he's super close, your fingers rubbing circles onto your clit makes you both cone at the same time. you see white or stars, you're not even sure as he collapses beside you. helping you take out the panties and catch your breath.

જ⁀➴ bfb!sam + turns ons

ᨳ he loves your innocence, just the little head tilt when you're confused, or how your lips make the perfect o shape when you figure something out.

ᨳ your outfits, especially if you were to wear fishnets or little skirts. he also loves lace, and anything soft like satin or silk. loves how the colors compliment your skintone.

ᨳ your thighs, if he can see them, they're turning him on. it's monumental when he gets his hand on your skin. squeezing the flesh between his fingers, loves giving the soft, plush love bites, and marking them.

ᨳ you would think that something small like lip gloss wouldn't affect sam, i mean lip gloss is everywhere and most girls wear it. but it's not the actual lip gloss that turns him on, he loves watching you apply it. puckering your lips like you do when you beg him for a kiss. all glossy and wet like after you blow him, or when you're done having messy making out sessions with him.

ᨳ he loves to corrupt you, give you your first drink, smoke, bowl, tab. taking your first kiss, orgasm and virginity. he wants to make you his in every way he knows how. he needs to claim you.

ᨳ sam loves corrupting you, so the first time (and everytime after that) you ask him to pack the bong / roll up for you his entire face lit up. a spark ignited in him, when he's realized you're becoming just as fucked up as him.

ᨳ sam adores your little noises, if he hears you groaning annoyed with something you're trying to open or something like that he's probably getting hard.

ᨳ he cannot help it if you cry, he's getting horny. something about how teary eyed you get when he's fucking you, that whenever you cry he's turned on.

ᨳ when you start bratting off, whether that's being a smartass or trying to piss him off in hopes of getting laid, he thinks it's so cute and he likes a lil tussle with his sex life.

ᨳ you asking / wanting to enegage in sex, of course sam likes to be a little gross but something about your enthusiastic condent makes him hard. if you beg to suck him off, he might blow a load right there and then.

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r0seb100d · 6 days ago

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Could u write dallas X coquette!Reader (thats kinda like Alison from pretty little lairs)

I'm finally back to writing, thought I'd start with some hcs requested months ago...Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy <3 🤍

Warnings: fem!reader

Dallas Winston x coquette/Alison Dilaurentis reader

- Though it is so far from his usual type, your pink, light, feminine aesthetic really allured him. Dallas Winston has always had a sweet tooth

- Had a total look of disgust on his face when he first entered your room

“It’s so…pink.”

“Yeah, pink is pretty.”

- You have a charming personality that attracts everyone, he’s just a rough grump but you love him

- You both have fake ids that you got together

- Also loves watching you get ready, admiring your pretty mini skirts

- Finds it ridiculous that you own so many beauty products, though he loves your sparkly eyelids and pink lips he still scoffs and rolls his eyes everytime you pull out your makeup bag

“Dal I swear to god if you make me mess up my liner again I’ll-”

“Fucks sake your eyes look fine doll, just fuckin’ hurry up yeah?”

- Loves tasting your flavoured lip gloss whenever he kisses you

- Steals you pink cigarettes even if you don’t smoke, he just thought you’d like the colour

- You videotape almost every moment together, making little ‘films’

- Dallas tries to snoop through your diary when he’s in your room and you almost have a mini heart attack each time

“You writin’ love letters in here to me or something?”

“Hey that’s personal, put it down Dally!”

- Sprays all your sweet floral perfumes and pretends to have a coughing fit

- When you kissed his arm and it left a lipstick print he almost went and got it tattooed

- Calls you ‘angel’ and ‘dolly’

- You drag him to cute places to take pictures and he’s worried it will damage his ‘rep’

- He takes little candids of you when you’re not looking

- He argues that he could do your hair much faster than you do (you ended up with a huge tangle that took an hour to fix)

- He picks flowers out of people’s gardens for you - what a gentleman

- Begrudgingly carries you when your feet hurt from your heels

- Has one of your ribbons permanently wrapped around his wrist, you have his christopher around your neck

- You can’t help but laugh every time he drinks out of one of your rose bud tea cups

- Though he ‘complains’ about you leaving your cutesy knick knacks in his room, He secretly loves that part of you lives with him

- He really does love you and always wants to protect you from all the ugliness in the world

♱ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ♱ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ♱ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ♱ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ♱ . ݁₊ ⊹ .

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protect-edwin-at-all-costs · 11 months ago

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(Ignore my annotations) look at this precious little boy sittin cris-cross-applesauce in his knee high socks on the table writin in his lil diary

#dead boy detectives #edwin payne #charles rowland #edwin x charles #payneland #dead boy detectives comics #I’m still getting used to blonde Edwin 😂

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eatin-bread-n-cryin · 8 months ago

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Introduzione

(both are 100% real pictures of me trust)

Hello queers and freaks, I've seen a lot of profiles do introductions and I wanna sooo:

plz be my moot if you share interests :3

Feel free to DM and tag me whenever :)

Some days I'm a lot more active here than other days, please forgive me if it takes me a few days to reply to you ^^'

My name is Ro

Pronouns: Short ver: she/they, she/her. Long ver: pronouns.page

Birthday: April 11th ;D

Pansexual / afab Demigirl / Quoisexual+Quoiromantic

Spanish and English, learning Italian :0

Mexican

INFP, Aries, 9w1

No religion, just gay

A Tism™

My AO3

My writing blog @eatin-bread-n-writin

My Spotify playlist ^^

Interests and fandoms

This list is in no particular order rn

Yapping

I play the kalimba :D

AO3

Writing

Art, drawing

I really like going to cafés and museums with my friends (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

🫶 Cats, raccoons, crows and owls 🫶

Greek mythology (Icarus my beloved)

Alien Stage

Sanrio

Snoopy

SFW furry :3

Comics/Manhwa/Manga/Webtoons (naming titles and artists in this hehe) (Imma be so honest some of these have smut, you've been warned ig lol)

- Batman/Batfamily (Tim Drake my fav idc)

- DC in general lol (the Absolute Universe is my fav run rn hshs)

- Spiderman and Deadpool

- Shencomix (everything he does fr)

-hakeism (obsessed with Your Wings and Mine)

- Idolomantises

- Bongchon Bride

- Humor Me

- The Summer Hikaru Died

- Xiyuer

- Pengki

- I Love Amy

- Mr. Circus Papa ( Ghost Eyes>)

- Merryweather

- Jackson's Diary

- Livys

- Duncan and Eddie

- Heartstopper (used to be obsessed, now I'm a casual fan)

- Cursed Princess Club

- The Fake Moon

- Guro Gyaru ni natta Kara Shinyuu to Yatte mita

- Villian to the Rescue

- Red Candy

-So Not My Type

- The Umbrella Academy

Shows

- South Park

- The Amazing Digital Circus

- Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

- Moral Orel

- Smiling Friends

- Bob's Burgers

- Cartoon Network (mostly TAWOG, SU and Adventure Time)

- Gravity Falls

- FNAFHS (unfortunately)

- Spooky Month

Anime

- Studio Ghibli

- Black Butler

- Death Note

- Another

- Asobi Asobase

- Danganronpa (Despair arc sucked ass tho, give me real motives you fcking cowards)

- Erased

- Komi-san can't comunicate

- Violet Evergarden

YouTube

- Kwite

- Ricardo Alcaraz

- Derker Bluer

- Fzst

- Sir Fluff

- Mummy Joe

- ricky tafolla

- Sr Pelo

- Drew Gooden

- Danny Gonzalez

- Markiplier

- Film Cooper

- Jschlatt

- the poopie show

- Danny Motta

- ManlyBadassHero

- BIG etcetera

Video games

• FNAF

• Danganronpa (V3 my fav)

• Sonic the Hedgehog

• Undertale and Deltarune

• Class of '09

• Stardew Valley

• Minecraft

• DDLC

• Mouthwashing

• Dead Plate

• Horror RPGs (Mad Father, Blood Soup, etc. I can't remember them all rn lmao)

• More but those are the main ones

Musicals (my faves)

• Heathers

• Beetlejuice

• WICKED

• Be More Chill

• If it counts EPIC the musical

• If it counts² Evelyn Evelyn

Music (I like lots of genres idk)

• MARINA

• Will Wood

• VOCALOID (and utau and allthat)

• Crusher-P, Ghost and Pals, KIRA, maretu

• Jack Stauber

• cavetown

• Alec Benjamin

• Mother Mother

• Cuarteto de Nos

• Alan Sutton y las Criaturitas de la Ansiedad

• TV Girl

• Måneskin

• Chappell Roan

• The Living Tombstone

• Toy-Box

• Mitski

• Conan Gray

• OR3O

• SIAMES

• Rammstein

• Penelope Scott

• Nasa Histoires

• Moderatto, Queen, Frank Sinatra, Elton John, ABBA, Tom Lehrer, Lesley Gore, Ruth Wallis, Debbie Reynolds

There's more but I think I've over shared enough

Auto imposed wall of shame

I've been / I am a

Wattpad crackfic writer

Tiktok brain rot user

FNAF kid

Roblox kid

Minecraft kid

Gacha kid

Edgy teen

YouTube animatics fan

and more

I'm not saying which ones I still am (that's a lie I probably will if you ask 😔)

Tags I use (I forget often tho lol)

#eatin bread and reblogging (for reblogs)

#eatin bread and yapping (for original posts)

#eatin bread and writin (for my writing, mostly reblogs of my writing blog lol)

#eatin bread and drawing (for my art)

#introduction #hello :3 #eatin bread and reblogging #eatin bread and yapping #eatin bread and writin #eatin bread and drawing

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wiseguypaulie · 5 months ago

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I've been watchin' this tv show. Death Note. Ye ever hoid of it? It's been really screwin' wit my head! There's this killer prick, Light Yagami, he's like some kinda psycho genius, goes around writin' people's names in his little diary and then they die. What I wouldn't do for one a those, eh, Ton'? Hehe. But there's this other genius, some kinda faggot detective. All emo lookin' and shit. And he's always bustin' this Light Yagami's balls. I mean, it's hard to keep track of all the calculations and shit he's always makin'! I say L's a faggot, but don't get me wrong, so is Light. I mean, its obvious. Did you know Yagami, if you read it backwoids, says Imagay? Hehe. Didje hear what I said Ton'? I said-

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little-forest-goblin · 11 months ago

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Hey guys so a did a recent post about the diner deli scene and the different variations of five there and i had listed all of the ones i can put a name on (its all a personal opinion my word is not law) and we all know that they have some odd subtle differences between each other though they still may be five they are still from other universes and timelines and not one five is gonna be the same completely. So i decided to list and give them the personalties and such that i can (Again my word is now law please by all means make whatever you want this is just personal opinion and thought)

So here is the list of the fives that i had personally named.

1. Booth five

2. waiter five

3. brisket five

4. Newspaper/good with numbers five

5. Mathematician/journaling/theorist five (There is three cause if i remember correctly there is two fives and i just know one of them is obsessing over numbers and i was wondering what the other one is doing and thats what i got)

6. Anxious antsy/waiting five

7. Drunk five

8. Loose neck tie five

9. chef five

Those are the ones i could put a name too. Some of them i have no clue what to call them but if you have a suggestion or an idea please let me know.

1. Booth five

Booth five is probably a funny laid back guy who is just wanting to chill after having tried and failed so many times to save the world and his family only to have it blow up in his face time and time again. He is mostly unintentionally funny it seems. He wont get why what he said is funny at first but once he does he will probably laugh it off with you or give a playful eyeroll.

2. waiter five

Waiter five looks like he would be that person in the friend group who is always mothering the group. Attentive and caring can be serious when need be but for the most part also pretty laid back and not really a stick in the mud.

3. Brisket five

You cant tell me he wouldn’t be a sweetheart. He looks like he would be making small talk and smiling and cracking a couple jokes here and there and just overall you would be comfortable around him. He is probably one of the fives that the others go to vent or just need something to take their mind off of whatever they got going on. There’s that and let’s not forget he apparently wrecks shit sometimes as confirmed by booth five.

4. Newspaper/good with numbers five

Newspaper five has always newspaper always in hand whether it be old news or new news he has one nearby or in hand. This is also helping him with his good with numbers part. He is just uncannily good with numbers obviously having been shown in the scene where he tells the amount of times they tried to save the world. He is basically that scene from criminal minds where Spencer Reid gets the guess right for how many boats are on lake mead. He knows random info and facts and when engaged in conversation he is a fact and info dumper.

5. mathematician/journalist/theorist five

-mathematician five is somewhere writing in his notebook with equations and numbers all probably trying to find a possibility for any possible safe timeline that isn’t gonna go to shit. He could also just really like numbers.

-Journalist/diary five is always writing in his notebook about his days there at the deli/diner. he can recap anything that has happened from the start of when he arrived there and more then likely has a log of all the fives that have arrived and whether they have stayed or went off to try and save the world and the family again.

- theorist five i believe is a variation of five that had driven himself crazy with possibilities and theories whether it be about the apocalypse and saving his family or it might be over something small and insignificant. sometimes this can spiral and cause outbursts of panic and rage or straight up mental breakdowns. His notebook is filled with possibility after possibility. Theory after theory. Some of the pages are random scribbles and writings and if you sit close to him you can hear him muttering to himself about the writings. His hair is also probably a little greasier than others considering his obsessive behavior with writing theories but he isn’t unclean.

6. anxious ansty/waiting five

Anxious ansty five seems to be on edge a lot. All the trauma he has gone through has finally bled through and has made him anxious or antsy. He can be seen with his hands always fidgeting or chewing on a random object like a pen or the tip of his straw to try and silence the anxious thoughts even for just a minute. He may be seen waiting for his order at the counter but he isn’t always waiting for that he can be seen waiting anxiously for some kinda ball to drop and everything to go to shit. He is probably more than likely a paranoid person.

7. Drunk five

Drunk five is quite self explanatory. It’s a variation of five that is drunk but when you think about it. Why was he called drunk five in the first place? why wasnt he called something else kinda like how newspaper/good with numbers five is or theorist five is? its cause he is more then likely always drunk meaning this variation of five is probably the one filled and consumed by regret and grief and sadness and has given up completely. Not all variations of five are happy or composed and this is one of them. He has done so much, seen so much and has dealt with so much to where he drinks to forget and drinks to have a good time. When you approach him you can get a few different emotions whether it be a sad drunk one day or a cracking jokes and making drunk conversation. He is more then likely the one getting into some form of trouble (as seen with S3 where five makes boozy cereal or does random stupid things) he may not always be sad but deep down we know why he drinks.

8. Loose neck tie five

People may argue and say that this is drunk five but if memory serves me right drunk five was off doing something stupid and this one is just hanging out by the door. Now i don’t quite know what personality to give this one since its just a loose neck tie and doesn’t really correspond with personality other then maybe being tired or exhausted or being disheveled in the first place. He may be a five that is a little less organized and put together. I will leave this one up to y’all.

9. Chef five

Not be confused with brisket five cause yes brisket five i guess technically would be a chef considering he is making food but brisket five is called brisket five for a reason. Chef five is the other five behind the counter. If you look at the picture you can see a five eating a soup meaning there probably isn’t just sandwiches here in the diner/deli. Chef five can always be seen hard at work cooking and probably trying out new recipes or making new ones too.

There we have it folks my personal opinions on the five variations in this weird five verse. I hope yall have fun and if you have ideas and different names for some of them put it in comments and i made add them to a list or something who knows what i might do.

#the umbrella academy #tua s4 #tua s4 spoilers #tua season 4 #five hargreeves #tua spoilers #tua #tua4 #umbrella acedmy #tua season 4 spoilers #number five

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captainimprobable · 26 days ago

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Ten Shots of Liquid Sugar (A Jinmao coffee shop AU)

“I’d like an iced vanilla cappuccino please. But with far more milk than coffee.”

Maomao blinks at him.

“So you want a latte.”

“What?”

“A cappuccino is equal parts espresso and steamed milk. A latte is a little bit of coffee with a bunch of milk. You want a latte.”

For the first time in this interaction, the customer frowns.

“No,” he says, “I want a cappuccino. With extra milk.”

Maomao’s eye begins to twitch.

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes I do!” The customer insists, pouting his lips.

The man is attractive, no doubt, and this look would probably have most people of any gender swooning over him. But Maomao has been immune to such things for a long time now, and so she just looks at him again.

For a moment, he seems surprised, like he really thought the pouting would work. He’s quick to change tactics though. “How about this,” he says, “You give me my cappuccino with extra milk, and I give you my number.”

He says this triumphantly, like he’s certain he’s finally gotten through to her. Maomao is sure he expects her to blush, but instead, she laughs. Loudly.

~ No excuse for another fic. Just wanted to lmao. Read here.

#jinmao #apothecary diaries #writins

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aislingsurrow · 10 months ago

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FFXIV Write

Day 12

Quarry

918 words

Papa was going to leave for sailing and Aisling was scared. So scared that she cried and clung to his legs the night before- as if not sleeping would mean the night never ended. He’d never leave.

But he gently pried her from his shins and soothed his daughter. Patted her head- assured her future fears were for the future. He’d be as safe as he could- and if she had any thoughts she should write them down.

“Get it all out, eh? It’s how I practiced my writin’.”

The next morning, when little Aisling woke to her father already gone to sea she cried some more. Mama gave her warm cider and sweet porridge and ham for breakfast, so it was a little better. But not much.

So, when her heart felt heaviest, she took her father’s advice and started to write.

Dear Diary, Papa said I should do this and talk to you. Someone keeps saying Papa is gonna be in danger but they must be lying. Papa is the best pirate so I know he’ll be okay, but they’re laughing at me and I can smell blood like when Chef Wydershyn is cutting meat. I can hear the laughing in my head and I can see r-

Aisling’s hand twitched and the next word was lost in a rough splatter of ink. She felt the shape of her back change- arm sweeping out wide. Her body hung straight and tall, head tilted, a puppet on strings.

And she wrote again, in a hand and manner unlike her own.

I can see our quarry ahead. Captain says the headwind will let us reach her within the hour. Heart’s pounding hard in my chest. Little Dream’s cries in my head. She’s always had a head for trouble. Whimpering before the storm, scared stiff of a window about to blow open. One time she figured a thief would come around, and she was right. Found him before he could raid the cashbox. What if she’s right this time, too? I worry each time I hear her cry, that some disaster is right around the corner. I tell her we do all we can, but it’s like fate whispers to her betimes. Cece keeps telling me to quit the crew and work in the Burrow full time. Sometimes I wonder if I should. But the gil is good. Especially today. The ship we’re chasing is heavy with gun and powder. Garlemald keeps its merchant vessels protected well, but the cargo is rich and thick. My share might buy a new oven for the Burrow. That’s worth it, isn’t it? At least this will be over s

Aisling turned her head, hearing words unspoken in her room. But there was a call- a bell- thunderous steps above her-

Her body didn’t move, but Someone did. And she felt that Someone toss the small diary and pen somewhere safe- and then above deck. Joining with a thrum of bodies- the crew, all as one, and

A BOOM!

CRACK!

Someone turned their head as splinters shot out around them and- above their heads- the mast cracked and fell-

Aisling shouted and careened out of her chair, crashing like the mast into the deck. Her hangs dug at the ground- scrambled to find purchase- and her crying and frantic jingling of her bells alerted her mother.

Cecelia ran upstairs to find her young daughter inconsolable.

“He’s crushed! He’s all sunk! Papa! Paaaapaaaaa!”

With heavy certainty in her skull, Aisling clung to her mother’s skirts all that day and found the waiting terrible. She was sure bad news would arrive- a broken, splintered ship. Flotsam and jetsam carried by the tide to shore. Cargo would come a day later, bodies soon and then and then and then-

And then her arm twitched again. Someone was trying to write, and her back hurt so much she had to run to her desk and yank her diary open to ease the pain. She placed a pen in her shaking, already writing hand and caught something midword-

od day. My leg aches like a bitch but it’s fine. It’s fine. The Garlean vessel took a fight. They crashed our mizzenmast first, but the main still had support from the fore and stayed aright. Rigging crew compensated well, but that’s when Jores fell and didn’t come back up. The fighting came fierce. Broadsides traded. But we managed an approach and boarded well- a flood of us versus a wall of them. Pissant Garlean commander didn’t know how to lead his men. We were lucky he didn’t. Numbers not on our side. A bastard got my thigh in the fray. I killed her, but I went down after. Couldn’t move. But I hid till the fighting managed a stop. Lucky I weren’t trampled. We’re headed back now. I’ll look a fright for Aisling and Cece and I’m sure to get an earful. Maybe Cece’s right. I’ll have to talk to her about it. Our haul is plenty. Share’s being drawn up now- I get an extra half for the injury. Maybe it’s still worth it. Kehv says he’s packing in though,

Her shoulder unhooked and little Aisling groaned, rolled out her shoulder. She peered at her diary- filled now with her father’s familiar handwriting- and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Lucky you write stuff down, Papa,” she muttered. Her little hands clutched the book and held it tight to her chest- glad for once that Someone brought good news.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2024 #aisling surrow #writing #my writing

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backwoodssbby · 2 years ago

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#navigation #poc writer #black fanfic writer #black fanfiction #backwooodssbby

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twilightmalachite · 2 years ago

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Raison d’être - A Premature Burial 5

Author: Akira

Characters: Shu, Mika

Translator: Mika Enstars

"(…Ah, Nazuna-nii sent me a message sayin’ somethin’ like, “you haven’t replied, what’s happening?” Sorry to worry ya…)"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: The Itsuki's House Cellar

Several hours later. In the storage cellar of the Itsuki household villa…

Mika: Zzz, zzz…♪

(…Nnah? Oh shoot, I fell asleep!)

(I’m a bit jet-lagged from travelin’ back and forth between Japan and France, huh… It’s also strangely dim an’ quiet here, so I got sleepy.)

(Ummm, ahh, looks like several hours have passed already. Anyone other than family was too much in the end, so I had t’stay back.)

(Are ya doin’ okay alone, Oshi-san?)

(But well, I am nothin’ more than jus’ a freeloader, I honestly don’t have any right to meddle into family affairs…)

(I remember this, this feelin’ slightly alienated.)

(Nothin’ I can do about that, though. I’m not Oshi-san’s family.)

Mika: (… …)

(…Ah, Nazuna-nii sent me a message sayin’ somethin’ like, “you haven’t replied, what’s happening?” Sorry to worry ya…)

(I’ll reply sayin’, “All is good~, I’m a lil’ jet-lagged and slept”.)

(“Right now, Oshi-san’s talkin’ to his family about what actually happened with his Grandfather.”)

(“From what Oshi-san’s sayin’, it doesn’t seem his Grandfather’s actually passed away, or anythin’ that serious.”)

(“Simply another of his lies, so t’speak.”)

(“But, it’s been a while and he’s still not back yet, I wonder if there’s trouble. I’m kinda worried…” …Hm, writin’ somethin’ like this will have Nazuna-nii worryin’ too.)

(“Seems like everythin’s all good here, so don’t worry too much.” …There. ♪)

(“Thank ya fer carin’ about me. Even though you have nothin’ to do with us anymore, Nazuna-nii.”)

(…Wait, treatin’ Nazuna-nii like a stranger like this might get him depressed.)

(Nnah~… I’m no good at this no matter how hard I try at it. I just wanna give a normal reply.)

(Well, that’s good, I’ll send… There. ♪)

(…I have nothin’ left to do.)

(Oshi-san told me to pass the time by rummaging through the things here as I wish…)

(But what kinda place is this? A storage room? Though I heard that when Oshi-san was a child, he sorta made it into his own room at his convenience.)

(Originally, the cellar was made for his madman Grandfather to toss any junk he collected elsewhere into. There really are quite a lotta strange things in here.)

(I also have a habit of pickin’ up and collectin’ junk too, so I feel like I understand his Grandfather a bit more…)

(Or maybe, that’s why Oshi-san told me to wait here.)

(Heheh. Allow me t’appreciate the collection of a “like-minded” fellow!)

(Ahaha, all the junk here’s is splendid… At the Antique Market, I heard somethin’ about how they often sell off valuables here.)

(Hm? Whats this, a book with a lock? Is this somethin’ like a diary?)

(What an unusual dial lock… It’s inscribed with letters instead of numbers. So it’ll open if ya spell out a certain word?)

(It’s like solvin’ a riddle! That’s interestin’. I’ll use my spare time tryin’ t’solve it.)

(Though it’s someone else’s diary, so I shouldn’t look at it. Even if I do unlock it, I won’t be able t’see what’s inside, but… Hmmm, I wonder if I can find any hints anywhere.)

(Hm~… There’s ain’t anythin’ written on the cover.)

(Oh, but there’s a book over there with the same type of bindin’ as this (alleged) diary!)

(Let’s see, this one has a title of sorts written on it… “The Taming of the Shrew”[1]?)

(I wish I were more educated, I can’t get a hint from this at all.)

Shu: —What are you messing around with?

Mika: Nnaaah!?

Y-y, ya scared meee! Don’t suddenly talk from behind me like that, I thought my heart would jump outta my mouuuth!

Shu: Hmph. If you don’t want to lose your vital organs, you better sew your mouth shut, then.

More importantly, Kagehira, things have gotten a bit troublesome… I’d like to ask for your assistance, if you don’t mind.

Mika: Nnah? Of course I don’t! I’ll always be of use to ya, Oshi-san~♪

Hm, huh? I just realized yer holdin’ Mado-nee in yer arms.

Don’t ya keep her somewhere safe whenever you gotta hurry back home like this, so ya don’t scratch her when movin’ about? Usually?

Shu: Hmph. I thought you had grown, but you’re still lacking when it comes to aesthetics.

This child here is not Mademoiselle. Although, she does look quite similar, doesn’t she?

I’d like to discuss some things with you, including that, so let’s move elsewhere. It’s unbearably dusty here.

It reminds me of when I was a child, when I was foolish and helpless, you see.

Mika: … …

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1. A comedy written by Shakespeare. The plot depicts the story of Petruchio, the male lead, and the female lead Katherina, a stubborn "shrew" who is unwilling to respond to his courtship. The plot involves the "taming" of her through various methods to try to turn her into an obedient bride. I recommend reading a more detailed synopsis if you want to catch the small hints/references throughout the story!

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brighttears · 2 years ago

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Summer Lovin' - Sugar

pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

No physical description, no use of y/n

Summary: Summer 1985. You run into your longtime friend Joel Miller, he convinces you to go to a party, and you start thinking that maybe your dreams are coming true, and you might be becoming more than friends.

Word count: 6.7k

Warnings: pet names (sugar, kid), drinking, sexual harassment, physical fight

A/n: part one of idk how many! i’ve never tried any au stuff so i thought i would… i’m really enjoying writing it ! i hope yall like it too :3 also thank you to my love @bejeweledblueberries for being my beta reader <3

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Dusk is nearing, the sun pulling down pale yellow and soft orange over the empty field where you perch on the bleachers, an hour and some change after the baseball team’s practice. The floodlights bright bulbs still on grant you good light as you scribble in your tattered notebook, unraveling your thoughts. Fleetwood Mac fills your ears, your Walkman securing on your hip. You go almost nowhere without it, and the headphones are starting to fall apart, but you haven't gotten enough saved up yet for an upgrade. Absentmindedly, your head bobs to the tune, caught up completely in your pen pressed to the paper.

A tap on your shoulder startles you so much you jump, headphones falling around your neck when you jerk your head up, but your shoulders relax when you meet Joel Miller’s toothy grin.

“Hey,” he says, baseball cap shadowing his eyes, but he takes it off to shove in his back pocket as he speaks, rubbing a hand through his hair, mussing it up with the sweat he must be covered in after practice.

“I thought you’d left already, practice ended a while ago.” You say, not expecting to see him tonight.

“He shrugs, “Ah, I stayed behind awhile. Not that long, though.” Sliding into a seat beside you on the bleachers, he adds, “You missed it.”

“I was actually waiting for it to be over.”

“So you’re just sittin’ here to watch the empty field?” He asks, then ignores it when his eyes flip down to your notebook to instead eagerly ask, “What’cha writin?”

“Nothing,” you fumble to flip the cover back on, not wanting to see his name scribbled over the page.

“Aw, don’t be all shy about it. I won’t judge. Just curious. You writin’ one a your stories?”

“No,” you glance back down at the notebook, clasping your hands around the edge.

“You still haven’t let me read any of ‘em.” He pushes, still grinning.

“They’re no good.” You remind him, feeling yourself blushing.

“You always say that, an’ I still don’t believe you.” He smirks, brown eyes twinkling in the bright white light. You could swoon.

“Well, I’m telling you the truth. You’d laugh if you ever read one of them.”

“Psh, no I would’n’.” Tliting his head, he smiles, voice softer, “You write all of that just to have no one read it?”

“Not until they’re good.”

“Come on, kid, don’t be all bashful ‘bout it.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname, “When are you gonna stop calling me that? I’m barely a year younger than you.”

“Well, I can buy beer now, an’ cigarettes, an’ join the military, so that makes me an adult, and you a kid.” He smirks.

“Does not.”

“Does to.”

“Does not.” You push his forehead away with your finger playfully, “You only just turned 18, and you’re still more childish than I am.”

“Am not.”

“You saying that only proves my point.”

He smirks again, raisng his eyebrows, “Does not.” Then he changes the subject back, “What, ‘s that your diary? I caught you writin’ about your boyfriend?” He teases.

“No,” you chuckle, looking down when you feel your cheeks flush again.

Joel wags his head, dramatically imitating your higher voice, “Gabe, Gabe, Gabe, oh, how I love him, gosh, what color will the flowers be at our wedding?”

“Gabe is not my boyfriend!” You exclaim, punching his shoulder.

He laughs and rubs where your fist landed. “Then why’s he always got his arm slung around you? Looks like you’re his girl to me.”

You cringe at the thought, both of Gabe, and his assumption that he’s your boyfriend. “I hate when he does that. That guy hasn’t left me alone since the sixth grade. He just can’t get it through his thick head that I don’t like him. Not at all.” You fake gag and Joel laughs.

“Then why’d’you let ‘im do it all the time?”

“I don’t let him. He just won’t quit doing it.”

Joel’s face changes them, hardening, “So he just grabs you whenever he wants?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” Watching his face, yours falls a little. You don’t want him to think you let people push you around, Gabe’s just six feet tall and pushing two hundred pounds, eight of which have got to be muscle.

Joel looks forward, anger pinching his brow. “What a fuckin’ ass.” He shakes his head, “I never liked that guy. He’s pushy on the field, too. An’ such a sore fuckin’ loser.”

You look forward with him, “Yeah, he sucks.”

Joel takes a deep breath, then looks back at you, still serious, “Next time he’s messin’ with you, you let me know, ok?”

You bite the iside of your cheek, heat swirling in your chest. Joel wants to defend you. You cover with a smirk and a tease, “Yeah, like you could take him on. He’s got like a foot and a hundred pounds on you.”

Joel straightens, puffing his chest out, “Does not. I’m almost five eight, and not no hundred pounds. An’ ya see this?” He pulls up his sleeve, patting a flexed bicep, looking like there’s a baseball lodged under his skin—god could you swoon—“I could take that fucker down easy. One punch, pow, he’d be on the floor screamin’ for his momma.”

You chuckle, “Yeah, I’d like to see you try.” It comes out as a rib, but you really would.

“Well, you just watch.” He smirks. Then he flicks his eyes up and down your figure, making your heart skip a beat. “Hey, so there's this party at Donna’s tomorrow. You comin’?”

“Oh, Jennifer told me about that…”

“And?”

“I dunno…”

“Come on. It’ll be fun. I’m bringin’ beer.”

“Of course you are. You’ll be bringing beer to every party for the rest of the summer.” “Hey, gets me into every party for the rest of the summer.” He smirks.

You roll your eyes, “Maybe.” It isn’t exactly your scene, a house full of drunk kids, mostly strangers, loud, crowded, a drunken fight guaranteed to end the night. Joel being there does make the idea more enticing, though.

“Gabe’ll be there.” Joel’s smirk pulls wider.

“That is not convincing.”

“Well, if you go, you’ll get to see me punch him in the face if he so much as says a word to you that you don’t wanna hear.”

“Ok, that is a little convincing.”

Joel laughs and your eyes stick to his teeth, a smile automatically spreading over your face. You hide by looking across the field again, then jump to your feet when you realize, “Shit, it’s almost sundown. I gotta get home, my parents want me home before dark.” You shove your notebook into your purse and start clambering off the bleachers.

Joel stands with a sigh, then hangs over the fenced edge as you get to the ground, “Come on, kid, can’t’cha stay just a little while longer? They won’t kill ya for being a few minutes late.

You laugh and look up at him as you sling the straps over your shoulder, “You don’t know my parents.”

“Well why don’t’cha let me walk you home, then?” He practically jumps down to the ground to follow you, grinning.

“Don’t you live all the way down on the other side of the street?”

“Yeah,” he says as he comes in stride next to you, “I don’t have a curfew, though.”

“Really?”

“Nope.” He shakes his head, “My parents could care less about where I am.”

You frown. Having a tight leash sucks, but parents should care. You wonder if they even come to his baseball games. Then you think of his little brother, Tommy, something like five years younger, not even in highschool yet, a real kid. Do they at least come to his baseball games?

“Ah, don’t look so sad about it. I don’t give a shit. Get to do whatever the fuck I want.”

You search his expression for some kind of support for your doubt about that, but if he’s hiding the truth, he does it well.

“You’ve got the mouth of a sailor, you know that?”

“Always have.” He beams.

You’re at the edge of the school’s property now, where the direction of your houses split. You stop. It’s not a far walk for you, but it is for him from here.

“You know, you don’t have to walk me home.”

“I know.” Joel says, shoving his hands in his pockets as he steps onto the sidewalk, facing the direction of your way home with a shy smile on his face. Joel was a shy kid, and he’s less so now, but every once in a while, that trait shows its face, and it is incredibly endearing. You ease your way onto the sidewalk next to him, copying his move in your pockets. A smile ghosts you lips as you gaze at him.

You would love his company even for just a few minutes more. You’ve known him since grade school, and you used to play together almost every day—granted most of it was him yanking our pigtails and chasing each other around the playground. Since middle school, you’ve seen less and less of each other, splitting off to the side of girls versus boys, but he’s never stopped saying hi to you in the hallways, catching conversations when you can. As time has passed, you’ve grown a big fat crush on him, too. You’ve played around with the idea of telling him, but you don’t want to ruin the friendship you have, and he’s way out of your league, anyways. The summer has always been time for you to catch up, though. So far, you haven’t seen much of him until tonight. You’re glad he wants to walk you home. He’s always been a gentleman, and you’re sure that’s all this is.

As you walk, for awhile the only sound is your footsteps and the night starting to chirp and buzz.

Joel breaks the silence, “So, that party.”

You look at him, “Maybe.”

“Maybe.” He looks up at the sky, “Maybe, maybe, maybe.” He looks back at you, smirking “Come on, you gotta get out more. Have some fun.”

You roll your eyes, a smile sticking to your lips despite his teasing, “You make me sound like a hermit.”

“Well, I never see you around anymore.” He nudges your shoulder.

“Just because you never see me around doesn’t mean I never go out.”

“Well, lemme see more of ya. Come to the party.” He nudges your shoulder and, like a schoolgirl, you shy away with a smile, “Come on, kid, do me a favor here.”

At his last words, you mind sparks. Do me a favor. Let me see more of you. You lock your gaze on your feet, feeling your entire chest and face go hot. Playing it off by trying to sound defeated, you sigh out, “Fine.”

“That a girl.” He nudges your shoulder again, and god, you’re melting. It’s not fair that his words can get you like this. “I’ll save a beer for ya.”

“Thanks.” You reply with your eyes still glued to your shoes, mind twirling too much to come up with some witty reply to deflect.

“You know I always got you.” Jesus, is he doing this on purpose?

As you near your house, you’ve never been so happy to be home; you’ve gotta get to your bedroom to collapse into a puddle instead of right here in front of him.

“So, this your house?” Joel’s feet scuff to a stop in front of it, hands still in his pockets. All you do is nod, willing yourself to look at him. Why does he get to look like that? Those dark eyes on you, mop of brown hair still looking perfect with it all messy and sweaty, and that god damn smile.

“Yup.”

“Well… see you tomorrow?” His voice lilts hopefully, hands squirming in his jeans pockets.

How could you possibly say no? “Ok, yeah, I’ll be there.”

His lips spread into a wide grin that scrunches his eyes, “See you tomorrow, then.” He turns around to walk back down the street, still with that grin on his face. Cheerful whistling trails behind you as you head inside.

You keep the pleasantries with your parents short, inching your feet closer and closer to the stairs, which you then try not to sprint up to to your room, where you drop your things and basically fling yourself onto your bed, burying your head in your pillow to muffle your squealing. Once you get that out, you go to the phone on your nightstand, pushing in Jennifer’s number and waiting impatiently for her to answer.

“Hello?” Is her kid brother’s voice. He sighs when you ask for his sister, holding the phone away to yell her name. There's a quiet argument, whining voices of siblings before she answers.

“So you know that party tomorrow?”

“Yeeeah?” You can hear the smile through the phone, already knowing what you’re about to tell her. “I’m gonna go.”

“Fuck yes!” She whispers, hiding her swear from her parents probably in the next room over; you’ve been blessed with a phone in your room, but Jennifer, not so lucky. “What changed your mind?”

You sigh, stalling, “Uh…” She knows about your crush on Joel, and despite how excited you are to tell her about your night with him, you can’t help but still being a bit shy about it. You twirl the phone line around your finger.

“Joel’s gonna be there, isn’t he?”

You sigh, burning up with a shy grin. “I saw him tonight, I was just writing on the bleachers and he showed up—we just talked, and then he walked me home. And… he asked me to do him a favor, to come.”

“Oh… my… god.” She whispers into the phone. “He wants you, I’m telling you.

“No, he doesn’t,” you chuckle, still twirling the cord, “We’re friends, and we just don’t see each other a lot.”

“Ahuh, sure, that’s all it is. He’s begging for you to come cause all he wants is to be your friend. You need to open your eyes, girl, he so totally likes you. You have to tell him. You have to.”

“No, I do not. He doesn’t like me. He likes Katy.”

“No, Katy likes him. She likes the entire baseball team.”

You just sigh, twisting the wire. What if shes right? But… what if she’s wrong?

“The image of him with Katy makes me want to gag, but I don't even want to imagine the humiliation of him rejecting me. I’d never get over it, Jennifer.”

“Just take the shot! I swear he likes you. You know I wouldn’t lie to you.”

You sigh again, rolling it around in your head. “Well… we’ll see. I’ll see you tomorrow, though. Are Kim and Courtney coming?”

“Yup. Be there at 9?”

“Ok, yeah, I'll be there.”

“You better be.”

You chuckle, “I will, I promise.”

“You just made my night. See you tomorrow.”

As you phone clicks, you sigh, falling back into your bed. ‘What if?’s run through your head, you bury them in your pillow again. You pray you dream of Joel.

—

Donna’s house is bustling, the small ranch filled with red cups and loud conversation over pop radio, all making you feel small as you bump through the crowd to make it to your friends in the kitchen. Kim and Courtney sit casually up on the counter, two bleached blondes guarding a bottle of Malibu between them that definitely isn't theirs to share. Courtney sees you first, lifting her cup to you as she shouts your name over all the noise, an ecstatic look on her face. Based on her enthusiasm, she's probably already wasted. Jennifer, standing in front of her, turns to you and throws her arms up, bringing you into a hug.

“I’m so glad you came!” She says over your shoulder with her arms wrapped around you. When she releases you she claps her hands lightly. While alcohol brings boldness from Courtney, it smooths Jennifer out, and her eyes are half lidded over a silly grin.

Before you can tell her that you had promised you would, Courtney interjects, “Yeah, I was so afraid you’d just stay home again. Ugh,” She squeezes, “you need some life in you, girl.” She brings you back and slaps her hands on your shoulders, widening her eyes and raising her eyebrows, basically slurring, “You are in the right place.”

Stepping back, you chuckle, “How much have you had to drink?”

“Not enough.” She announces, looking around for an empty cup, almost falling over as she snags one from by the sink, “And neither have you.” She unscrews the bottle of Malibu and sloshes some into each cup, “Here,” she shoves the cup out to you and taps her to it when you take it, “drink up.” She promptly throws the liquor back and you giggle ad, then turn your attention to Kim with your eyebrows up.”

“Don’t worry, I’m the DD.” She raises her cup, “Just pop.”

“Good on you, Kim.” you smile back.

“Hey, I try,” she shrugs and smiles back.

Then from behind you sounds a painfully recognizable booming voice, “Look who’s here!” You turn to meet none other than Gabe Camball, arms already open as he closes in on you. He stinks of beer, some he’s probably already spilled on himself.

“Hey, Gabe,” your shoulders are up to your ears as he throws his arms around you, pressing your face and arms into his chest, nearly making you spill your own drink on him. His hands grip around your waist in a way that makes you want to puke. You free a hand to tap his chest, letting him know that it’s time for him to let go of you, but when he doesn’t let up, you slap it a couple times, “Alright, you can let go, now.”

He squeezes you tighter for a moment more, constricting your breathing, before finally releasing you, but he keeps his arm around your shoulder, like a claim.

He looks down at you with a cocksure grin, “Drinking tonight, eh?” The sentence and his delivery makes your brain burn, a rabbit of fear kicking its legs in your chest, and all you want is to get away from him, but his arm is just ever so tense enough around your shoulders to make the rabbit kick harder.

“Step off, Gabe,” Coutney says, still obviously drunk, with a disgusted look on her face, shooing him off with her hand.

“Step off?” He chuckles wryly, then smirks down at you, “I think the girl can speak for herself, you like my company just find, don’t’cha?”

Responding for you, Jeniifer tells him from beside you in a firmer tone, “Seriously Gabe, get lost. You reek.”

“Yeah, we’re having girl talk right now, actually.” Kim speaks up. Thank god for backup, because you doubt you could pry him off of you by yourself.

Finally, Gabe frees you from his hold, stepping backwards with his hands raised defensively, still with that smug fucking smirk, “Ok, ok, I get it. I can see when I’m not welcome. Don’t see why, but I respect it. I’ll come find you later.” He winks at you before finally turning around to walk back into the crowd.

You let out the breath you’d be holding in, still with your shoulders up as you turn back to your friends.

“‘Respect,’” Jennifer snorts once he’s out of earshot, “the nerve of that guy. I bet he can’t even spell it.”

Courtney erupts in laughter after that, almost spilling her drink on the floor when he rocks forward with the force of it.

“Ok, girlie, take it easy,” Kim pats her back, giving you and Jennifer a look, you all trying to stifle your own laughter at your drunk friend.

“God, I can’t stand that guy.” Jennfer turns to you, shivering dramatically. “He gives me the heebie jeebies.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” You say, rubbing your shoulders as if trying to brush away his touch. “I’ve never given him any kind of hint that I ‘enjoy his company’.” You mock his deep voice.

Courtney snorts more drunken laughter, but when he looks past you, she straightens, her mouth dropping open as she points towards the door behind you. “Look who just walked in.”

Cheering sounds behind you and you look over your shoulder to see Joel Miller walking through the door. He triumphantly holds up a six pack of Pabst in each hand, laughing open mouthed with his eyebrows raised. On impact, your chest flutters.

“Oh that’s right, he just turned 18, he’s the beer guy now. Most popular person in the place.” You hear Jennifer, but your gaze stays locked on him. He sports tight blue jeans with a tighter white t-shirt tucked into them, looking like a regular teen dream.

“God, I could just eat him.” Courtney moans from behind you, and you turn your attention back to her.

“Jeez, you are wasted,” you chuckle.

Kim laughs, gently taking Courtney’s cup from her hand to placing it on the counter behind you, “Yeah, I’m gonna take that from you now.”

“Ugh! You are no fun.” Courtney pouts.

“No, I’m just looking out for you. One more sip and I’ll bet you will eat him.”

“Just a lil taste, that’s all I want,” Courtney coos, holding up two almost pinched fingers up to her face, scrunching one eye closed. You all laugh while she repeats, “Just a lil, just a lil.” But, just then, her eyes shoot wide and she claps her hand over her mouth. She hops off the counter and rushes down the hall, excusing herself from the people she bumps into by saying, “Sorrya, I gotta go puke.” Kim follows her, trailing excuse me’s, leaving you and Jennifer in the kitchen.

“I was gonna say, leave some for you.” Jennifer nudges you and giggles.

“Shut up.” You chuckle and wave your hand at her, looking at the ground as your face warms.

“Come on, look at him. I don’t know how you can resist that. You have to tell him you like him at some point!”

“No, I do not.”

“I’ve caught him looking at you, you know. I mean, practically drooling.” When you look at her, she smiles into her cup.

“You have not,” you call her bluff, but she nods, raising her eyebrows as she swigs from her cup.

“You have not.” You say again, punching her arm playfully.

“Have to!”

“Are you serious?” You whisper.

“Deadly.”

“When?”

“Only all the time. I can’t believe you haven’t caught him yet.” Then her eyes widen, looking past you, smiling into her cup again.

“Hey,” says a hearteningly familiar voice at your side, and you’re already smiling when you turn to meet Joel’s toothy, slanted grin. He holds a beer out to you, resting in his palm, “here’s that beer I promised you.” You abandoned your red cup on the counter behind you, not bothering to take you eyes off of him. “Enjoyin’ the party?” His eyes sparkle and you will yourself not to keep a cool face.

“I kinda just got here.”

“Well, so far?”

“I guess, you shrug, opening the can to hide in a swig of beer.

“Well, this’s my third beer run. Done more drivin’ than partyin’. I swear, this’s the last one, though—with all this beer I got, I’d like to actually have one.” He chuckles, still grinning, rounded cheeks rosy. It must be the heat, you think, that’s all. “So, you stayin’?” His grin fades as he questions, eyes trained on yours.

“For a bit, I guess.” You reply.

“Good, good.” His grin spreads back on.

“Hey,” comes Gabe’s booming voice again, “what’re’ya doing with my girl?” And suddenly he’s there, slapping his hand so hard on Joel’s shoulder that his eyes widen with surprise, looking at the taller boy beside him.

“Your girl?” You repeat, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yeah, my girl!” He repeats nonchalantly, a drunk smile on his face, but his eyes are disconcerting.

Despite the kicking legs in your chest, you challenge him, “I am not your girl.” Normally, you try to keep the peace with him, putting up with his shit because of his size and reputation for having a temper, but tonight, you're just fed up, and something about Joel’s presence makes you snap back at him. “So quit calling me that, ok?”

“Aw, don’t be like that. You know you love me.” He moves towards you but you shy away, feeling your shoulders climbing back up.

“Hey,” Joel speaks up in a forceful tone, “I think she’s made herself clear. Why don’t’chu go bother someone else?”

Gabe’s entire posture changes, shifting towards Joel with his chin raised, “Oh, yeah? And when did anyone ask you?”

“No one, I’m just not thick enough to not get the hint when someone doesn’t want me around.” He returns venomously, meeting his stance.

“You calling me stupid, Miller?” Gabe’s face goes cold, his voice quieter, striking a menacing atmosphere. Jennifer puts her hand on your arm.

“Yeah, I am. Stupid, an’ a creep.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Joel glowers, voice severe.

Your skin prickles with thrill. There’s a small crowd gathered now, creating a half circle around the two, catching onto the air. Everyone knows what’s about to happen. You’ve got your faith in Joel. Gabe may be bigger, but Joel is sharper.

Gabe is first to swing, but Joel’s quick to duck, “Oooh!”’s erupting from in the crowd. Joel drives himself into him, hugging his broad frame to bring him to the ground. People make room for them to fall, starting to chant and cheer. Joel easily takes control, straddling him while he lands punches, Gabe basically flailing his arms around in a feeble attempt to protect his face. After a good few blows, Joel stands, waiting for him to get up with his fists still clenched. The look on his face is jarring, a kind of fierceness you didn’t even know he possessed.

Gabe clambers to his feet, almost falling back, but the crowd behind him supports him back up on his feet. His nose is bloody and his temples red. He wipes the blood off from his lip, looking down on it on his hand before he looks back at Joel, expression still hard but painted with shock. His size has probably ensured that he hasn’t been punched in awhile. “Come on, hit me.” Joel dares him. “Come on, big guy. I’m waitin’.” Your eyes are wide watching the confrontation, roused by Joel’s authority and delighted by Gabe’s bloody face and cowardice. Gabe sways, lunging weakly in his drunken state, but Joel doesn’t even flinch.

He takes a step back then, breathing hard, puffing his chest out, trying to look cool as he backs down. “You’re dead, Miller.” He barks. Joel says nothing, hard eyes trained on him. Gabe shakes his head, glaring, then turns around to bumble through the crowd and out the door, banging it open. A few guys follow him out like dogs, slamming the door behind him. There's a moment of silence, save for the radio still playing Rasputin. Then, cheering, and Joel is crowded by whoops and slaps on his shoulders. You’re pushed back into the kitchen with Jennifer, still clutching your arm. You both look at each other with your jaws dropped.

“Ho–ly–shit.” She starts to grin, “Joel Miller just defended your fucking honor.”

“That… was…”

“Fucking… amazing.” Jennifer finishes for you.

You look back at Joel, jaw still on the floor. His eyes catch yours and he smiles, but then someone blocks your view, speaking to Joel in a loud, congratulatory voice.

“Let’s go to the backyard.” Jennifer pats your arm, “I don’t know where Kim and Courtney are, I don’t see them, and they need to know about this as soon as possible.”

She grabs your hand and pulls you around the corner where you saw the two leave and you find them in the backyard, sat smoking cigarettes on the concrete stoop.

“Where did you get those?” Jennifer whispers as you sit down with them, her beside you with Kim next to you and Courtney on the end, astonished.

“Luke and Charlie.” Kim says with a smile as she pulls hers.

“Aaah,” Jennifers grows a smile, raising her eyebrows up and down, “Luke and Charlie, huh?”

“It’s not like that,” Kim responds, shaking her head as she blows out smoke, “they were just out smoking and let us bum a couple. They went inside, everyone did, but I didn’t wanna leave Courtney alone out here—she can barely walk in a straight line.” She nudges her shoulder and Courtney leans forward to wave lazily with a lazier smile.

“You doing alright?” You ask her, chuckling.

She pulls her cigarette, combing her hand through her hair and she waves it out, posing, “Marvelous.”

Kim chuckles and turns to the two of you, “She threw up like three times in the bushes, I’m taking her back home once we finish these.”

“Well,” Jennifer starts, “you just missed Joel giving it to Gabe when he wouldn’t leave his girl alone.” She puts her arm around you and tugs you close.

“What?” Kim and Courtney shout in unison.

“Yeah. Nearly broke in noise, then Gabe literally ran away. I was flipped. Like, what a fucking pussy, and god, Joel, her knight in shining fucking armor.

Courtney literally swoons, throwing her arm over her forehead, “God, what a man.”

“Right?” Jennifer exclaims, then looks to you, “I swear to god, if you don’t go tell him you like him now I’m gonna murder you.”

You shy away into yourself, helplessly smiling wide, “He was just being a good guy. I told him about Gabe last night.”

“Last night?” Kim and Courtney exclaim.

Your smile turns bashful, “Yeah, I just ran into him, all we did was talk, and then he walked me home.”

“He walked you home?” The blondes cry out together again.

“You are killing me.” Courtney says, “If it was me he was walking home, I woulda brought him inside.” She raises her eyebrows ruefully and pulls her cigarette again.

“You said that right.” Kim says, then looks at you, “I swear, if you don’t go tell him tonight, I’m gonna murder you, too.” She drops her cigarette butt on the ground then to stamp out under her heel. “Alright babe,” she says to Courtney as she stands, offering her hand to hoist her to her feet. “We gotta get you home before you pass out.” Courtney sways, throwing her cigarette butt on the ground and giggling as she misses it with her foot a few times before finally twisting the toe of her shoe on it. You all laugh watching her before Kim turns to the two of you still sitting down, “You guys gonna stay?”

Before either of you can answer, you hear Joel say “Hey,” from behind you, and you turn to see him hanging halfway out of the door, holding himself out with his hands in the doorframe. “Uh, can I talk to you for a minute?” He asks you. “I can uh, drive her home, make sure he gets there safe, if y’all wanna go.” He tells your friends, then looks back at you, “If that’s alright.”

Jennifer shoots you a look, smiling as she gets to her feet. “Well, well, well.” she faces Joel, crossing her arms with a smirk, “Look who it is, the man of the fucking hour. You really showed that douchebag in there. You just did us all a favor.”

Kim chuckles, “You said that right. Anyways, I need to get Courtney home before she passes out in the lawn.”

“Yeah, we’ll leave you too alone. Come on,” she throws you one last pleased smile at you before she throws her arms over the two other girls to lead them out the back gate. Courtney flips her head back and winks at Joel. He chuckles, shaking his head.

As they leave, he comes to sit down next to you, supporting his arms over spread knees. “Hey.”

“Hey.” You smile at him. “Quite a show back there.”

“I told you I would, did’n’ I?”

You chuckle and look at the ground, “Yeah, you did. I think he’ll leave me alone now.”

“He better.” Joel replies, “And if he don’t, well, I wouldn’t mind doin’ that again.”

You chuckle. “How’s your hand, anyway?” You reach for it then, taking it in your hand to inspect his knuckles, red and swollen. There’s still some sticky red on them and you brush your fingertip over it, pulling it back to look at it under the light. “You’ve still got… some of his blood on you.” The butterflies in your chest light on fire, giving off a heat you don’t know what to do with. It’s something you’ve never experienced before, both the feeling itself and someone doing something like this for you. When you look at Joel, he looks… bigger than he has before. His brow is strong, jaw sharp, shoulders round and broad. His pecs are emphasized under his tight shirt and you have to stop your eyes from wandering lower. Suddenly, he does look like a man. A real… man.

“Ah, sorry about that. T’s nothin’.” He pulls his hand away, blushing. You can’t take your eyes off of him, of it, his cheeks flushing, that bashful smile. The butterflies, more like moths at this point, with the heaviness of their wings batting around your heart, and it takes you a moment to respond.

“Thanks.” You say quietly.

“Anytime.” He looks back at you, smiling.

His eyes back on yours make you look down, feeling caught red handed, and you chuckle nervously.

“Some party, huh?”

“Yeah.” You chuckle again.

“Well, ‘s over now, Donna’s kickin’ everyone out. She wasn’t real happy about all that.” He chuckles.

“I can’t blame her.”

“I—I did’n’ mean to,” the nervousness in his voice makes you look back up at hiim and his smile is more like a cringe now, brow furrowed up, “I mean I hope I did’n’... scare you back there,”

You shake your head, “No, no, you didn’t scare me.”

“Good,” he sighs, looking relieved, then looks out over the lawn, “good, good.” Then he smiles and looks back at you, “Well, you ready to go?”

“Yeah.” You smile, then you both get back up to walk back into the house. There’s still some people milling around, hanging onto the dregs of the party while others help to clean up. Donna looks exasperated as she grabs empty cups around the kitchen, throwing them into a trash bag, shooting daggers at Joel as you pass, and he tries to hold down a smirk.

As you walk, Joel’s hand slips into yours.

It takes you a minute to register, almost not believing it. You’ve never touched like this. His hand is warm, slightly calloused, folding perfectly in yours. This, you can’t get yourself to be convinced is just some friend thing. This is something else. This is something more. You swallow hard.

He leads you to his car like that, a beat–up red pickup truck, fenders eaten up by rust. “‘S not much, but it gets ya where you’re goin’.” He comments, looking back at you, then lets his hand slip back out of yours to open up the passenger door for you. You mumble thank you as you hop inside, still caught off guard by his touch. You watch him come around the front but drop your gaze once he’s in the seat next to you. The car put–puts to a start and Joel glances at you with a sheepish smile as it does before driving off towards your house.

The ride home is comfortable chit chat—your crush sometimes makes you forget how good of friends you are. It’s always so smooth with Joel, like you’re in sync, and your nervousness falls away within minutes of cracking jokes, sharing stories, really catching up for the first time all summer. As you near your house, your heart sinks in your chest. You don’t want the night to end, you don’t want to say goodbye.

When Joel turns the ignition off, you dare to stay still, and he doesn’t say a word for a few minutes, seeming to understand. This time, the silence is a little awkward.

“Thanks for the ride.” You decide to say, offering him a smile.

“Anytime, kid.” He smirks, knowing exactly what he’s doing, and you poke his arm. The nickname is starting to confuse you. He beats someone up for you, ‘defends your honor’, holds your hand, but still calls you kid? Something endearing, but entirely platonic.

“Kid?” You raise your eyebrows at him, smiling, trying to be reticent.

“I dunno, I’m just used to it now.” He shrugs, smiling back. “You want me to stop callin’ you that?”

“I mean, it just feels… I dunno.”

“‘S alright, I can stop. What should I call you instead?”

“I don’t know…” you shrug diffidently.

Joel leans back in his seat, looking up. You’re waiting for some smart ass reply, but he says, “How bout… sugar? Can I call you sugar?”

You blink. Sugar.

“You alright, sugar?” He smirks at you, clearly appreciating your dumbstruck.

You blink again.

Joel blinks back and then shifts to face you more, forearm on the wheel, “Is—is that alrigh’?”

Your mouth hangs open for a moment before you reply, “Yeah, yeah, that’s ok.”

He furrows his brow, cocking the side of his lip up, “You sure?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you will yourself to smile, “it’s sweet.”

“Well, that’s the point,” his lips grow into a grin, “sweetheart.”

Your face is on fire. A grin sprouts on your face and you turn to the window. Joel laughs.

“Hey, so… you doin’ anything tomorrow?”

Still looking out the window, you bite the inside of your cheek, head spinning. You look back at him and squeeze your hands in your lap, “No…”

“Well, Tommy’s got a game, I mean, baseball, his school’s got a summer team, an’ I was wondering’ if… maybe you wanted to come. I take him and a couple’f his buddies out for ice cream after, an’ I’d kinda like to have another hand to keep the lil rascals contained. You in?”

Your brain is chasing its tail; that’s not a date, is it? Either way, fuck it, “Yeah, I’m in. I haven’t seen Tommy in ages, anyway.”

“Well, he got bigger. Taller, stronger, an’ he’s got a crazy arm.” Joel grins.

“I’d love to see him play.”

“Alright, well, ah, I’ll pick you up at… 6?”

“Yeah. Sounds great.” You smile.

You clench your hands harder in your lap as Joel’s eyes travel down and up your figure. “Alright, sugar, see you at 6.”

Nearly whispering, grinning wide, you reply, “Ok.” Then ease your way out of the truck, unable to tear your eyes away from his as you do. “Thanks again.”

“Anytime, sugar.” He winks before putting the car in gear and peeling off back down the road.

Once you’re sure he can’t see you anymore, you hug yourself and spin, looking up at the stars with your teeth clenched under a wide smile.

What a fucking night.

You dance your way to the front door, then stopping to gather yourself enough to slip inside as quietly as possible, taking off your shoes to tiptoe to your bedroom.

All this with Joel has your head spinning, but this feeling it’s all giving you makes you not even care. Whatever it is, it is, but he’s calling your sugar instead of kid, and you can still feel his hand in yours, and nothing has ever felt more right.

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