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bueckerrss · 6 months

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pairing: Chris sturniolo x fem! reader

warnings: mentions of drugs, wounds, drowning, cursing, and more.

word count:1146

recommended songs: bittersweet tragedy by Melanie Martinez, softcore by the neighbourhood, and reflections by the neighbourhood.

theyre 18/19 in this story.

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“My muse” that is what he called her and she loved it, she would get him through his darkest times. Their relationship was the most beautiful thing in the world, if people saw them walking down the street they knew that they were deeply in love just by how they looked at each other. but what people didn’t know is how their relationship was behind closed doors, not everything was sunshine and rainbows.

Two months and three days. That's the amount of time he had been distant. And it was driving her crazy, she wanted her boyfriend back. She felt the relationship slipping away but she was determined to make it survive. Even if it's the last thing she does. She didn’t know the reason as to why he was being so distant. The things he had gotten himself into that she wasn’t capable of knowing about.

“What do you mean you can't make it tonight? Chris, we’ve had this planned for weeks now. Could you possibly cancel on them?” she asked, “baby, as much as I want to you know I can’t.” he replied with a frustrated sigh “yea, whatever, it doesn’t matter do whatever you want.” she said “babe, don’t-” he was cut off by the sound of the call hanging up.

He sighed at the memory, it had been a week since that argument. He knew he had to go talk to her about the way he was acting but he didn't have time to do so, he had to be on that boat in less than twenty minutes. He decided to just say fuck it and head to the yacht, he could make it up to her later.

What he didn’t know is that y/n was right behind him following his every step. as he stepped on the dock getting into the yacht y/n several steps behind him. once she got on she hid behind a pair of stacked boxes.

“I’m done doing these deliveries for you ash, it’s becoming too much for me” he told the older man as he shifted uncomfortably “now, why would you decide to come to this trip if you were just going to quit?” the man spoke, rubbing his face in frustration “i have personal matters to take care of and this job is pulling me away from” he stopped when his eyes met hers.

her eyes widened as she realized that he saw her, she quickly ducked behind the boxes trying not to make too much noise. “who is this guy” “what does chris have to do with him?” she thought trying to stay as quiet as possible. as she slowly backed away she accidentally ran into a box knocking it over making it fall with a huge bang.

The sound of the box falling made the two talking guys look the way the sound came from. Shifting uncomfortably at the two pairs of eyes that were on her “this isn’t the bathroom..” she awkwardly giggled before trying to run away.

Before y/n could get far enough a big hand grab her hair and pull her back to be face to face with him, “do you know who she is?” asked ash as he pointed his gun to y/ns head. Chris hesitated as he bit the inside of his cheek in nervousness, fear crosses his eyes before replying: “no.” but ash knew chris like the back of his hand, he knew chris was lying “well then since you don’t know who she is and she was clearly spying on us, you know what I have to do right?” asked ash making eye contact with chris an evil glint in his eyes.

Chris slowly nodded his head, biting his cheek again before chris could utter another word ash pointed his gun at y/n and shot her. The power from the gunshot pushed her back causing her to stubble into the water. “Y/N!” screamed chris as he launched forward trying to stop her, but before he could reach her ash got in the way.

“I thought you didn’t know her, lying is bad christopher, and you know what i do to liars” spoke ash as he got closer to chris. chris quickly pushed through him diving into the water for his lover.

the deeper he dived the deeper he felt he was going to lose her, he should’ve known since the beginning that this would happen. but he wasn’t thinking straight, he got consumed by the thrill of the drug dealer world and how nothing could ever happen to him again.

he finally reached her arm pulling her up with him, once they reached the surface swimming to the dock. chris started coughing from all the water that he had accidentally swallowed as he reached upwards to get to the surface “please don’t be dead” “please don’t be dead” chris kept repeating as he laid y/n down on the wooden deck.

tears streaming down his face as he did cpr on her, he looked around for at least a person to help him. he didn't know what to do but he did know one thing; he couldn’t lose her. not today, not tomorrow, never.

that night he stayed up thinking, he knew it was a dangerous thing what he did and he knew he couldn’t keep her around anymore. he loved her way too much to see her get hurt or worse killed.

he knew he had to do the right thing, that being he had to break up with her, even if it hurt him. he couldn’t see her suffering from his mistakes.

the next day he went to visit her in the hospital, flowers in his hands eyes bloodshot red from crying all night long. but when he saw her, it took everything in him to not break down in front of her.

“babe, hi i wasn’t expecting to see you so early” said y/n a smile on her face as her eyes met her boyfriends, “baby? are you alright?” she said softly the smile slowly fading away.

he just shook his head “i’m sorry” he said his voice breaking he looked up to keep the tears from falling “but you know I can't involve you in this and the fact I obviously can't protect you the way I want to. this isn't safe, y/n.” he said looking at her tears streaming down his face “c-chris what are you talking about?” she said worried.

“i’m just saying i can’t do this anymore y/n it’s not good for us. what i do is clearly dangerous and i don’t want you near any of it. so to keep you safe, im ending it here” he said biting the inside of his cheek before leaving the room. “i love you.” he whispered once the door closed behind him.

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this was written when i was running on a few hours of sleep, then no sleep and then when i was tired so sorry if its bad ☹️ when i have the time and motivation i promise to make this better 😭.

tags: @bernardsbendystraws @patscorner @lexisecretaccx @junnniiieee07 @sturnioloblogs @sturniol0s @raysmayhem-72 @endereies @breeloveschris

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karxis · 9 days

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Stalker Lando.

(Warnings: manipulation, stalking, noncon, nonconsensual drug use, female reader)

Everyone had warned you about moving to Monaco. A young woman moving across the world to live alone? No one back home had thought it was a good idea.

But you’d done it anyways, packing up and moving to the first one bedroom apartment you could find.

Now nearly 3 months later, you’ve never wished you listened to everybody more. The first month had been perfect, taking any chance while you weren’t working to explore the city. Spending most your free time down by the marina, spending most of the time sunbathing and watching the yachts pass by.

Then the second month had begun and the gifts started showing up. A rose on your doorstep, a note shoved into your apartments mailbox, you’d assumed it was someone from work when you’d walked into your office one day to find a new book sat gift wrapped on your desk.

Then one day you’d come home, dragging your feet after being kept late to finish before the deadline, you’d stumbled in, near asleep on your feet to catch sight of a bag of take out sat on your kitchen table. Your secret admirer had sent food before, but it’d always been left outside the door.

You creep closer to the table, reaching a slow shaking hand out to tug open the bag, your favorite thai food sitting inside, container still hot to the touch. Nothing else in your apartment looked out of place. You tried to shake off your nerves, calling the main office to ask who’d been buzzed up to your apartment earlier, he only responded it was a delivery driver and assured you no one from the apartment had been the one to open your apartment for then.

You toss the food and with a quick after thought the food in the fridge gets tossed too, suddenly scared of how anything could have been tampered with. You sigh, slipping on your shoes, going to head back out the door but the handle doesnt budge under your hand.

You fumble for the lock, making sure it was unlocked as you try yanking on the door again, though its still refusing to budge. Stretching to your tiptoes you look through the peephole, only to find it covered. Unmoving darkness in the place of where the fish eye view of your hallway should be.

Theres someone in front of your apartment door, holding it closed or…with a shock to your body as you quickly fumble to relock your door, getting ready to push their way in.

You stumble back from the door quietly, pressing a hand to cover your mouth as a sob threatens to bubble over, you watch as nothing happens for a moment, before after a minute or two the handle quietly jingles under the pressure of someone trying to press down on it.

The handle moves back up and its silent again for a minute, before you see the lock begin turning from the other side of the door.

Thats enough to kick you in gear, running towards the bedroom, the door shut and locked behind you, you spin into the bathroom to lock that door, closing it firmly behind you as you go back to the bedroom, hoping it will distract whoever it is whose breaking in, while you choose to tuck into the closet to hide instead.

Whoever enters is quiet as they do, the only thing giving them away is the soft padding of their footsteps against the hardwood floors.

You hold your hand over your mouth, trying to muffle your breathing, despite the sob that tries to break out when you hear the bedroom door handle jingle softly, though its swiftly unlocked as well. They bee line for the bathroom door, which quickly follows the other doors.

Then it goes quiet again. No footsteps on the floor, no shifting of furniture or clothing. Just your soft breathing and then the swift yanking open of your closet doors.

Hands grab at you and arms wrap around your chest before you can react, yanking you out of the closet and tugging you against a broad chest. Theres a prick in the side of your neck and you begin struggling against the strong arms still wrapped around you.

“Good baby, keep struggling” a male voice whispers in her ear, “It’ll kick in quicker if you get your blood pumping” he coos, despite not being able to see his face from where your face is shoved into his shoulder, you can still hear the smirk on his face.

You halt at that, feeling tears well in your eyes as you begin to sob. He rocks you back and forth, shushing you lightly when you begin to try to struggle away from him again. He sighs, scooping you up to toss you onto the bed, watching as you try to scramble backwards.

Clearly whatever he’d injected you with beginning to kick in as you feel your arms collapse below you.

He’s not particularly tall but still an intimidating presence, he’s wearing a mask over his mouth, a pair of dark shades covering his eyes and a baseball cap tugged over his hair.

“Shh shh” he whispers, climbing onto the bed afterwards, you can just barely register that theres an accent to his words, though nothing you can place.

You let out a whine as he gets closer, trying to turn over and crawl away but your limbs feel like jelly, still you manage to crawl off the edge, his arms snagging around you before you get all the way off.

He sits in the middle of your bed, pulling you into the space on his lap, using his hands to move your arms, lifting them up and back down, getting your blood pumping you realize with another choked sob.

It already feels like whatever he gave you has reduced you to nothing, not knowing how it could get worse than this.

“Hold your arms up for me, baby” he says in your ear, lifting your arms up and removing his grip on them, you try to tense the muscles to hold them up but they drop back down limp to your sides.

“Good! Good job baby!” He calls out even as another sob wrecks through your chest.

“No no, no tears, baby. Its all okay! Thought I could trust you to take care of yourself, ‘n then you go ahead and throw away all your food? Stupid.” He giggles, grabbing at your limp arms and waving them around again, at some point he mustve tugged his mask down because he nuzzles his mouth down against your throat.

“My stupid little baby, huh?”

He gently presses you out of his lap, laying you down on the pillows, pressing one last kiss against your temple before tugging his mask back up. “Be right back baby.”

You lay there on the bed, hazily looking up at the ceiling, trying intermittently to try and lift your limbs, trying to get them to work properly again but to no avail.

You can hear him puttering around your apartment, soft humming as he sings. You dont know how much time passes but it feels like you only blink before he’s gently shaking you awake.

He pulls you back into his lap, sighing happily as he wrap his arms around you to keep you steady and propped up.

“Missed you so much” he whispers, “You’re so greedy. I finally get to spend time with you in person and you have to go and throw away your food? Make me take time away from you to go make something new? Greedy. Stupid. Baby.”

You try to shake your head, a mumbled whine at his words. Brain too muddled to comprehend the situation beyond that hes insulting you.

“No? Youre going to be good now?”

You nod, although its barely more than knocking your head back against his shoulder.

“Good!” He draws out the word a bit, but removes one of the arms around your chest to reach for a bowl on your nightstand. Balancing the bowl in your lap, he uses his newly freed hand to bring a spoon full of soup up to your lips. You keep them pressed tightly closed and he sighs against your ear, “you promised to be good? Remember”

You whine at the words but open your mouth, letting him spoon feed you and chewing each time he has to remind you to.

By the time the bowl is finished off you’re nodding off against his chest. The bowl moved back to the nightstand as he trades it for the tv remote.

Gilmore Girls is loaded on, Logan is there which means its your favorite season, you dont want to think about why the man knows that.

Speaking of, hes tugged his mask off behind you, pressing his lips to every stretch of skin he can reach.

You cant help but shudder at each press against your skin, not being able to see but being able to feel as they get more persistent, feel each drag of his lips, the drag of his tongue.

The barest scrape of his teeth as a warning before he bites down on the junction of your neck and jaw.

You let out a startled gasp at the sudden pain, before he starts laving his tongue over it, sucking harshly against it until youre sure theres a bruise developing.

That seems to unlock something inside him, attacking along your neck with a ferocity then, your head drooped back lazily against his chest as he maneuvers you this way and that to continue his worship.

Its another long blink before you open your eyes again, his hands have wormed their way under your shirt, one holding its place against your lower stomach while the other trails fingers up and down your side.

“Baby, baby?” He whispers against the side of your head, his own voice heavy as he voices the question. “You back yet, baby?”

You let out a hum at the words, lifting one of your own arms to rest your hand over his, trying to lace your fingers together over your stomach. He laughs at the way your fingers dont quite get the message.

“You feeling sleepy?” He teases, sitting up a bit more as you start shifting in his grasp. You scratch uncomfortably at your shirt and he smiles, “lets get you ready for bed.”

He doesnt wait for a response, knowing he likely wont get one, slowly pushing you up out of bed till youre shakily stood on your own feet, following quickly behind you.

Tugging off your clothes as if its second nature. Not hesitating to tug off his own hoodie and pull it firmly over your own head. Instructing you softly to rest your hands on his shoulders so he can help you step into a pair of sleep shorts.

He sighs as he tugs them up, using his grip on them to pull you close, loosening his hold on the fabric to instead cup your ass, groaning into your ear as he feels you up.

“Baby, would you let me touch you just a little bit more?” He coos in your ear, turning your face up towards him, on some level you know hes removed everything blocking his identity, but your eyes cant focus on his face long enough to place the features together.

You focus on his lips instead, curled upward with a set of dimples to the side of them.

You see them moving and find yourself nodding along, wanting nothing else than to see those lips stretch wide across his face into a smile.

You find yourself taking short half steps back, letting the backs of your knees hit the mattress and sitting down with it. His hands quickly follow to push you down onto your back, lifting you further up the bed till youre all the way on it.

He follows after you, climbing on top of you with his knees bracketing your hips.

He leans down to press a kiss against your lips, sloppy with the way you can barely reciprocate but he groans into it anyways. One hand leaves the mattress to push your shirt up, exposing your chest to him in a swift move.

He moans at the sight, one hand bracing against the mattress so he can lean down and begin kissing along your skin.

His free hand reaches down to press down the waistband of his sweatpants, gripping himself firmly in hand, letting out a shaky breath.

He kisses along your breasts, wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking lightly, his teeth nibbling lightly at it as you whine and moan above him.

He pulls away to start biting along your breast instead, sucking along the way, intent on bruising your chest with how quickly he begins pumping himself each time he pulls away and stares at them.

He giggles when he catches you looking down at him, you’re sure your face matches his with how blown out his eyes look. Whatever color they usually are swallowed up by the black of his pupils.

Darting back up to pepper kisses over your face, you find yourself giggling back into it. As the drug settles in you cant remember why you were so apprehensive in the first place, lifting your arms to wrap around the back of his neck, tugging him closer when he tries to pull away.

The tug you give shoves his lips into your cheek and he lets out a loud laugh at the missed move. Grin spreading against your skin before he finally moves to catch your lips in his again.

He pulls away as far as your arms will allow, laughing as he looks down at you.

“Hi baby” he coos out, “I thought you were sleepy?”

You give him an unimpressed look as youre reminded of the sleep tugging at your eyes. Letting out a sigh as you drop your arms from around his neck and fall back against the pillows.

He lets out a loud bark of a laugh as he follows you down, pulling you back to his chest and worming his hands back under your shirt, groping at your tits again as he hums against your neck.

“You just go to sleep” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the spot just below your ear.

He waits an hour after youve finally drifted off before he finally climbs out of the bed, shaking you harshly and humming when you barely react, just sleepily mumbling something under your breath.

He slips his face coverings back on, tugging the hood up to cover his hair as he digs through your clothing, pulling a pair of sweats and hoodie to tug over top your pajamas. A pair of tennis shoes onto your feet. Before hoisting you up, an arm looped around his shoulder so he can half drag half carry you out the door.

Its late enough that the apartment complex is quiet, and going through the elevator to the car park is a quick thing.

You’re tucked into the passenger seat without a fuss, the seat reclined back as far as the small luxury car will allow.

Lando climbs into the driver seat. Fussing with the pile of paperwork left inside, apartment lease agreements, the $4000 in cash in an envelope for breaking said lease, the papers outlining to the complex when the movers will be coming to remove your stuff.

He rolls his eyes as he hops back out of the car, dropping it all off at the lease office before finally he can set off to driving to his own place, humming happily along to the song on the radio as he reaches across the console to grasp at your unresponsive hand.

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notsentimentalll · 4 months

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Joel Miller Masterlist

NONE OF THIS FANFICTIONS ARE MINE!

I've been reading for a while and I want to keep track of the best things I've read, while also sharing. So, I will be upgrading this constantly! Main masterlist here

Joel's children by absurdthirst

One night together in Jackson leads to the discovery that Joel is going to be a father again, right as he lets Ellie back into his heart. Only for that to be threatened when you all meet up with the Fireflies again.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, shower sex, vaginal sex, pregnancy, vomiting, angst, mentions of medical procedures, murder, Joel being ruthless for those he loves.

Subscribe by joelmillerisapunk

When Joel accidentally stumbles upon your only fans he convinces himself he's only subscribing to help you through college. And then you send him his top-tier subscriber personal video and he's fucked because you don't even know it's him your dad's best friend.

Warnings: Reader has an only fans, unprotected p in v, f!andm! oral receiving, age gap (at least 10 years), reader is in her 20's, alcohol consumption, there's a dick pic, reader posts nudes of herself on her OF, two consenting adults.

Her bodyguard, His shining star by mermaidgirl30

You’re performing at Coachella, throwing winks and flirting with your eyes as Joel Miller watches you from the side of the stage. He’s your bodyguard, and he should know better, but he wants you just as much as you want him.

Warnings: Fluff, flirting, pining, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, cute pet names, unprotected p in v, switching POVs, reader is a singer, Joel is a bodyguard, reader has long hair, large age gap (reader is 25, Joel is 44).

Wrong delivery by bitchesuntitled

Sleepin' with the hot construction guy doing the remodel at your work, he winds up buying flowers for someone else...

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. No outbreak/pre outbreak(you decide), fluff, smut, miscommunication, cussing, oral f!receiving, unprotected piv, cream pie, Joel being a dork.

I run to you by backtothefanfiction

When your abusive ex turns up drunk on your doorstep, yet again, there’s only one person you can turn to.

Warnings: Angst, implied past domestic assault, high school sweethearts, hurt/comfort, make out session.

Have a good night by punkshort

Every week like clockwork, the same devastatingly handsome man comes into the grocery store where you work to buy flowers. It's not until he asks you out when you realize the flowers aren't for his wife or girlfriend.

Warnings: No outbreak AU, language, flirting, alcohol and food consumption, smut (18+ MDNI), protected piv sex, size kink, shy!joel, fluff, mutual pining, cringy/embarrassing crush interactions.

Grays by mrsmando

You wanted to show Joel just how much he means to you.

Warnings: jackson!joel, unspecified age gap (20+ years), but reader is of course an adult, established relationship, cursing, spicy thoughts & happenings, joel miller will never play golf here, 18+ mdni.

Papi chulo by yxtkiwiyxt

You and Joel take your first vacation away from Sarah after becoming parents and discover that you like using a new nickname on your incredibly sexy husband.

Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, flirting, kissing, language, brief insecurity about body post baby, alcohol, teasing, size kink? dirty talk, fingering, papi kink (aka daddy kink), 3 punani slaps, sex on a yacht, unprotected p in v sex, praise, pet names, latino!actor!Joel.

Maybe someday by bingbongsupremacy

You've been hardcore crushing on your neighbor Joel Miller since the day he, Tess and Ellie arrived in Jackson. Rumor has it he's in a relationship with Tess. Maybe someday he'll finally return your feelings.

Warnings: Unspecified.

Summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes by love4pascal

Just another barbecue at the Miller's, right?

Warnings: Fluff, age gap (readers 26 & Joel is 33) Joel and reader have been friends for 4 years so, Fake dating, creepy neighbors husband, protective!joel for like 2 seconds.

Joel's secret love by joelastofus

Joel is secretly in love with Tommy’s girlfriend and comforts her while his brother is in jail. God, Joel didn’t know what the hell you saw in his brother or more so how the hell Tommy could get a woman like yourself.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, protective!Joel.

Owned by milla-frenchy

Just smut

Warnings: 18+ mdni. age gap, infidelity, daddy kink, possessiveness, piv, creampie

Harvest moon by joelmillersmunch

Joel Miller can't keep his eyes off of you. And damn, that ass is nice.

Warnings: Fluff, some cussing, ass staring. Mostly just Joel Miller being in love and Tommy Miller being a little shit. Age gap, but both reader and Joel are grown adults (like reader is 30s Joel is early 50s) Joel has some anxiety, but nothing too descriptive. Canon divergence.

Diehard by gutsby

Joel tries Viagra for the very first time.

Warnings: Unprotected p-in-v. Erectile dysfunction. Daddy kink. Praise kink if you squint. Overstimulation. Cumplay. She/her pussy pronouns. Pushing physical limits with a pre-negotiated safe word in place for it.

Ruined! by gutsby

Joel is an old man who struggles to cum sometimes. You’ve got time to kill and a tight hole to fill.

Warnings: 18+. Peepaw brainrot + a dash of anorgasmia. Unprotected p-in-v, cockwarming, age gap, daddy kink.

But daddy I love him by talaok

You and Joel shouldn't be together. According to the people in Jackson, he's a bad, cruel, crazy man, and yet... he's all you ever wanted.

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v), angst, blood, physical fight (?), happy ending (cause of course)

Series

Trial & error by thetriumphantpanda

Tommy has always been the loyal and doting boyfriend, the literal man of your dreams. Ready to take things to the next step, you soon find that Tommy is unable to have children. A family is all you've ever wanted, and neither of you are going to let this get in your way. Enter Joel, dark and mysterious and willing to do anything for his little brother, including fucking his girlfriend to get her pregnant. That's what brothers are for, right?

Warnings: Tommy Miller x f!reader x Joel miller. Pre/No Outbreak AU. Talk of infertility, mention of consuming alcohol, Breeding kink, girlfriend sharing. Several other warning vary.

Roomates by punkshort

Your roommate, Maria, introduces you to her boyfriend's brother. You hit it off immediately, but when you find out the true nature of his profession, you both decide to remain just friends. But once the four of you eventually move in together, lines get blurred.

Warnings: No outbreak -au-. Pornstar!Joel Miller x f!reader. Language, smut (18+ MDNI), slow burn, cigarette use, some descriptions of porn (obviously), angst, mutual pining, jealousy, possessive behavior, infidelity (reader cheating on OC), alcohol use.

But I would die for you in secret by wheresarizona

The relationship you have with Joel Miller is... complicated, and you're not entirely sure what to even call it. There's the fact no one can know, so his kid doesn't find out, and you're pretty sure he's ashamed of your age difference—he's not your boyfriend, but you only fuck each other; this thing started months ago, and Joel does not like it when men give you attention, because he wants you all to himself. But again, he's not your sexy, older boyfriend.

Warnings: Explicit smut (18+), no y/n, alternating pov, porn with some plot, Possessive Joel Miller, Dominant Joel Miller, age gap (unspecified, reader is an adult), secret relationship, sneaking around, accidental voyeurism, orgasm denial, mutual masturbation, dirty talk (so much), oral sex (f & m receiving), deepthroating, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), rough sex, creampie, spanking, spit as lube, biting, love confession, Good Parent Joel Miller, Ellie giving Joel so much shit, TLOU AU where Joel doesn't lie to Ellie and they're good when they get back to Jackson.

#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fluff #joel miller smut #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x reader smut #joel tlou #pedro pascal characters

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prodbyblush · 2 years

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Since you made a sugar daddy dori, how about a sugar daddy nijiro?👀

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・❥・ requested

→ fem!reader

• sugar daddy!nijiro who always surprises your front door with either expensive food delivery, dresses from the latest collection of a certain high end brand along with a fresh bouquet of your favorite flowers. • sugar daddy!nijiro who plucks a flower from the bouquet so he'd know when the flowers are wilting already so he can send you another fresh one. • sugar daddy!nijiro who throws you a birthday dinner at a yacht, cruising together in odaiba bay, enjoying the breathtaking view of tokyo at night while sipping on expensive wine and getting high together. • sugar daddy!nijiro who pouts when you scold him for spending thousands, hundreds and millions of money on you. but will your scolding stop him from giving you the world? nope! • sugar daddy!nijiro who is extremely patient with you when he takes you out shopping. why would he rush you? he has the store closed just for you two only. • sugar daddy!nijiro who calls you doll because you're beautiful and perfect just the way you are. • sugar daddy!nijiro who is down bad for you - talks about you every chance he gets whenever you're brought up in interviews. he is letting the world know that only he can see the beauty and the dirty in you. • sugar daddy!nijiro who likes to relax in the hot tub with a glass of champagne with you after a long, tiring day at work. • sugar daddy!nijiro who really loves to spoil you a lot! prices don't matter to him. if it's you, he'll get it for you. • sugar daddy!nijiro who only wants your kisses and cuddles. you are his darling and he is extremely possessive of you.

#nijiro murakami #nijiro murakami x y/n #nijiro murakami scenarios #nijiro murakami headcanons #nijiro murakami imagine #murakami nijiro #murakami nijiro x reader #nijiro murakami x reader

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daisyjoyflower · 10 months

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My thoughts/theory on the socioeconomic status of the main characters in Danny Phantom;

Tucker Foley - Middle class

It would seem he has been to the Amusement Park that Sam refers to in “Attack of the Killer Garage Sale” (as he knows the price to get it and the food expenses) meaning it is within his reach to go there, but not on a moment’s notice and not frequently, as he declines her offer to go, due to the expenses.

He can afford things like his PDAs, however he mentions in one episode that his current PDA isn’t paid off yet. This shows, his family, like many, can afford to make payments on electronic devices, however do have to pay in monthly installments and it’s a big enough deal that Tucker, at 14, is conscientious of the fact that his device is not paid off yet.

While we only see a few shots of Tucker’s house, it seems to be a fairly normal house and his bedroom appears to be a standard size bedroom (unlike Danny’s and Sam’s which are larger).

Even though he can’t afford unplanned trips to the amusement park and needs to make payments on certain items, he is never shown to be struggling for necessities, such as food and clothes.

This therefore, leads me to the conclusion that the Foleys are a part of the middle class.

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Danny Fenton - Upper Class

In “Attack of the Killer Garage Sale,” Danny’s parents make the statement that, as Fenton’s, they have plenty of money (but tell Danny he needs to earn his)

In “The Ultimate Enemy”, Jazz is seen to be telling her classmates that she has to choose between Hartford, Stanford, and Yale (all of which are expensive schools). Never is the money needed to go to these schools, mentioned as a problem though. And that can’t be blamed on “the show not tackling such issues,” as after Valerie’s family looses their money, Valerie is shown to have to work a job in order to save up for college. Therefore, it seems to be implied that the Fentons can afford to send Jazz to such a school, and still pay for Danny to go to college, two years later. The only loophole to this would be Jazz having a full ride scholarship to the school of her choosing, which is possible, but not probable.

When we see Danny’s house, it on the outside appears to be a normal size two story house, however Danny’s bedroom looks to be bigger than the average bedroom, some shots even making it look like it could be the size of a master bedroom. As well, both him and Jazz (the two kids of the house) are shown to have their own tvs in their bedrooms, something that isn’t standard, especially not at the time the show aired.

His parents have to pay for their ghost hunting equipment somehow.

This all makes it seem likely that Danny is actually from the upper class. It’s just not glaringly obvious, probably because his parents, rather than spend money on typical rich people things, such as fancy homes, ect., choose to spend their money on ghost hunting and lab equipment.

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Sam Manson - The 1%

The Mansons appear to be rich far beyond the Fentons. Sam states that her family is filthy rich. She was also self conscious enough about the amount of money they have, that she kept it hidden from Tucker and Danny for a long time.

Their house is huge. They have a screening room, bowling alley, middle of the night access to delivery services, and are said to be able to afford a plane and/or a yacht, most of which are out of reach to average upper class citizens.

There is an episode where she rhetorically asks why her parents can’t have day jobs, like normal parents, implying that her parents don’t work, at least not in the traditional sense.

She mentions that their money comes from her great grandfather, which tells us that her family’s fortune is “old money,” and there is enough of it that it’s been around for generations (though that fortune has probably grown over the years from being invested in the stock market and such)

With all this in mind, it seems the Manson’s are a part of the 1% or close to it.

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wait I have got to hear your thoughts on bruce being lottie!!

Rewatching Princess and The Frog has got me in a chokehold! But basically, the AU as of now;

It's a well established, well know, well respected fact from the White House to the Bayou; If you ain't Wayne rich, you ain't rich at all.

But you won't catch Thomas Wayne bragging and boosting and yapping about hot cars, or big mansions, or pearly white yachts.

Thomas' pride and joy is one tiny, fawn eyed, overly energetic boy that made Gotham collectively swoon.

"And I want a princess when I grows up!" Bruce is just prancing around in his pink prince costume, adjusting a paper crown that Alfred made, " Or a prince! Can you get me a prince, papa?"

"You know the deal, Bruce; You wish it, daddy grands it; Ain't that right, Martha?"

Martha Kent chuckles in that warm, knowing way of hers. Her friend is infamous for the way he spoils his boy. But the Waynes are good people. And not just because they keep her farm afloat.

"Yeah, you're good on that front. But you know, sweetheart; It doesn't matter if you marry a prince or princess. As long as they make you smile, that's all that matters."

Lois, just a bit older than Bruce, makes a disgusted noise, " I don't want no prince or princess. I just want Princess money."

Bruce squeals, " But a PRINCE. I'd love to marry a Prince. We'd have a big big wedding and the sweetest cake in the world, and everyone would have fun, -- Clark! You gonna be at my wedding, right?"

Clark, dressed up in his blue overalls and paper sword, to fit the knight Bruce always calls him, nods, with a smile that doesn't match his words, " Course I will, Bruce. If you'll have me."

Now. Bruce is so very good at forging fantasies. But when a princess from a far away island rumoured to be populated entirely by women comes into town, it doesn't look like make believe at all.

"Women only? Lucky."

Lois doesn't have the time for dreams; She's a bonafide, concise, straight to the point realist. Taking truth by the throat and brings it to light.

And often enough, truth isn't pretty. And ugly truth, as Parry said, right before booting her right out of her job, doesn't sell.

Luckily, Clark's folks were nice enough to give her a delivery job cause Clark can't drive worth a damn. Still. If she's gonna watch him contain another dreamy sigh for Bruce, she'll blow chunks.

"Did you see her in them papers?! That's the prettiest woman I ever did see!"

Mr. Wayne growls behind his newspaper (that Lois could've written better than fucking JIMMY) and Bruce doubles down, " Um. After mama."

Mr Thomas smiles. "Hm. Guess you're finally getting that princess, huh, Brucie?"

Even in adulthood, Bruce squeals like a strangled kitten, " Where's Clark? Can't have the perfect wedding without the perfect best man!" Lois bites her lip and stacks up the peaches in Mrs. Wayne's Cafe.

After all these years, she just refuses to let that old place go. Lois has to respect that. Martha gives her a sympathetic look, warms her up with a mother's love. " How's work, Lo?"

"It's work, Mrs. Wayne. Thank you for that big order for the masquerade ball. At this point, you're the only ones keeping that farm alive..."

"Give those apples some credit," she winks, but squeezes Lois' hand, " If you ever need anything..."

"Thank you. But I don't take handouts."

"Pride won't buy you food, honey. But I guess I gotta wait for you to open your own newspaper. Then I'll make you rich. You'll see."

Bruce is just hugging and squeezing on Clark's arm, ranting a mile a minute about his wedding colors, his cake flavor, the honeymoon, all while nuzzling Clark's toned arm.

And Clark does what he does best; Hide behind a smile.

Alfred sighs, " If he wasn't mine, I'd whack that boy's head with a pan."

"You'll do no such thing, or so help me!"

"Save it for the after party, Tommy dear," Martha chuckles, " But I gotta understand, -- this Diana lady's making waves. I never even seen a woman talk to the mayor before. Let alone yell at 'Im."

"That's cause Tommy Elliot only wants women under his desk," A roll of the eye, a coil of disgust fanning resentment In her gut, Lois takes the box. "Sides, little miss princess probably ain't better than he is. "

The problem with always looking back is you're never ready for the forward.

When Lois bumps up in something tall, solid, and warm, she thinks its Clark. Except neither she or Clark smell like vanilla ice cream and clean air and blue oceans.

Clark certainly doesn't have long, majestic hair gracefully dancing in the winds. He doesn't have blood red lips, or strong blue eyes.

Clark's eyes were summer sky blue. Not a blue Medusa herself couldn't stone.

And he certainly doesn't make her heart stop with a smirk.

"Well," Diana Fucking Prince says, voice satin and velvet, "I don't know about being a better. But I could change your mind about that."

#dc #bruce wayne #clark kent #lois lane #dc comics #superbat #diana prince #diana of themyscira #lois x diana #basically diana goes undercover as a civilian to see how the mayor treats his citizens or maybe shes running from something and lois #has to help take your pic!!!#text #text post #also bruce has little babies!! jay and dickie ^^ lois employes their help to stop wonderbat from happening bc clearly CLARK should marry #the princess and save the farm #jay isnt down!! she wants the cool lady as his mom! and dick wants uncle clark as his dad!

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