#and i can't help but think about how that affects her relationship with Sarah

[heckinggno]

Can't stop thinking about the possible dynamics between the Sanderson sisters. Personally, I kind of think of Winnie as the one who serves the role of a "mother", but in a sense that she's the one who keeps them alive and thinks of ways to solve their problems. But at the same time, she's also left unsupported in many things (especially emotional-related things), which then brings in Mary.

While Mary is not smart enough to help Winnie, the responsibility of keeping her eldest sister emotionally stable falls on her shoulders. She feels like the parentified child, the one that the "mother" approaches when things are too tough and negative thoughts need to be released. But in a way, she also fills in the role of a mother who is compassionate and concerned with her family's emotional well-being.

And finally, we have Sarah. She's the child, the baby of the family, and we know this since she's never been given heavy responsibilities. Winnie's constant annoyance with her is reminiscent of a mother exasperated with her youngest child. Meanwhile, her dynamic with Mary is that of a younger and older sister. It's also interesting to see how Mary's coddling is limited to Winnie alone—despite her being the eldest of the three—while Sarah's emotional being is kind of ignored (This is just an assumption of course, since the movies mostly show Mary's relationship with Winnie).

And... honestly I don't really know where I'm going with all this. Just know that I have many, many thoughts about them and the intricacies in their relationship piques my interest.

[joelmillerisapunk]

crush

bfd!Joel Miller x Reader

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↳ Wordcount: 3,309

↳ Summary: You've always had a crush on Joel Miller, Sarah's dad, and while you've tried to keep your distance, the chemistry between you is undeniable. Will you be able to resist his charms, or will you give in to your desires and risk ruining your friendship with Sarah?

~ or ~

↳ you find a way to have your way with your best friends dad

↳ Warnings: 18+, unprotected p in v, sneaky relationship

↳ Notes: I hope you enjoy 🥰 dividers by @saradika-graphics

You've always had a crush on Joel Miller, your best friend Sarah's dad. He's tall, muscular, and has the most beautiful brown eyes you've ever seen. But you've never acted on your feelings, knowing that he's off-limits.

So when Sarah invites you over to their house to hang out and watch a movie, you can't help be excited to spend some time with your best friend, but deep down, you can't help but feel a little thrill at the thought of seeing Joel. When Joel answers the door, you're struck by how handsome he looks. He's wearing a white t-shirt that shows off his muscular arms. You feel your heart flutter in your chest as you greet him.

"Hey Mr. Miller, it's good to see you," you say, smiling up at him.

"Hey there," Joel replies, his voice gruff. "Come on in."

As you walk into the living room, you notice Joel's gaze following you. You feel a flush of heat rise to your cheeks, but you try to play it cool.

"So, what do you want to do today?" you ask, looking at Sarah.

"I was thinking of watching a movie. But dad was about to head out," Sarah replies, looking at her dad.

You look at Joel, who seems a little hesitant. You know this is your chance to spend some time with him, so you decide to take a risk. "Oh, come on, Sarah. Let him join us. It'll be fun," you say, giving Joel a hopeful look.

Sarah looks at you, then at her dad. "Fine, but you better not embarrass me," she says, rolling her eyes.

Joel chuckles. "Thanks, kiddo. I'll be on my best behavior."

As Joel sits down on the couch next to you, you can't help but feel a little thrill of excitement. You sneak a glance at him out of the corner of your eye, taking in his rugged features. You feel a flutter in your chest as you imagine what it would be like to kiss him. But you quickly push those thoughts aside, knowing that Joel is off-limits. You focus on the movie, trying to ignore the tension that's building between you and Joel.

Throughout the movie, you can't help but feel Joel's presence next to you. You feel his arm brush against yours, and you can't help but shiver with pleasure. You sneak a glance at him, and you catch him looking at you too. But neither of you make a move, knowing that Sarah is sitting right there with you.

About half way through the movie, Sarah gets up to grab some snacks from the kitchen, and you and Joel exchange a glance. You can feel the tension between you building, and you know that this is your chance to make a move. Joel turns to face you, his eyes locked on yours. Slowly, he reaches out and takes your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. You look at him in surprise, but he just winks at you, his eyes full of warmth and affection. You can feel your heart racing as you intertwine your fingers with his, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. You lean in closer to him, your bodies barely touching. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, and you know that he feels it, too.

But just as you're about to lean in for a kiss, you hear Sarah's footsteps coming down the hallway. Quickly, you pull your hand away from Joel's, hoping that Sarah didn't notice. Sarah comes back into the room, completely oblivious to what just happened. She sits down on the other end of the couch, chatting away about the snacks she found in the kitchen.

You try to focus on the movie, but you can't help but feel a little disappointed that nothing actually happened between you and Joel. But at the same time, you're also grateful for the subtle moment you shared. You know that it's all you can have for now, but you also know that it's a start. And who knows – maybe one day, you'll be able to explore this connection between you and Joel, without any boundaries or limitations. After the movie is over, you decide to head home. As you get up to leave, Joel walks you to the door.

"Thanks for coming over," he says.

"No problem," you reply, looking up at him. For a moment, you two just stand there, looking at each other. You can feel the tension building between you, and you wonder if Joel feels it too. But before you can say anything, Sarah comes running up to the door.

"Bye!" she says, giving you a hug. "See you next week!"

You pull away, feeling a pang of disappointment. You had hoped to spend a little more time with Joel, but it looks like it's not meant to be. As you walk home, you can't help but think about Joel. You wonder if he ever thinks about you the way you think about him. But you quickly push those thoughts aside, knowing that nothing can ever happen between you two.

Or so you thought.

A week later, you find yourself at Joel's doorstep again. Sarah had invited you over to hang out the day after today, but you knew that she was going to be gone and so you came over in hopes to see Joel again.

When Joel opens the door, you greet him with a smile. "Hey, Joel. Sarah's home, right?"

Joel looks a little confused. "No, she's not. Everything okay?"

You twirl your hair nervously. "Oh, I must have gotten the days mixed up. I could have sworn she said she was home today. Shoot, sorry Mr.Miller. I'll just order an Uber and head home.”

Joel hesitates for a moment, then smiles. "Well, she's not here, but you're welcome to come in and wait for your ride."

You nod, feeling relieved that Joel has invited you in. As you walk to the living room, you can't help but feel a little disappointed that Sarah's not home. But you quickly push those thoughts aside, knowing that you have a chance to spend some time alone with Joel.

“Mind if I use the bathroom?” You ask.

"Sure thing," Joel replies.

As soon as you're out of sight, you detour and make your way to Joel's bedroom. You've never been inside before, and you can't help but feel a little thrill of excitement. You take your time looking around, smelling his clothes, giggling at his stuff, touching it. You feel like a kid in a candy store, and you can't believe that you're actually here. Until you turn around, your heart racing as you hear Joel's footsteps approaching. You try to play it cool, but your nerves are getting the better of you.

"What are you doing in here?" Joel asks, his voice stern.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "I, uh, got lost. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude."

Joel narrows his eyes, looking at you with suspicion. "Did you order an Uber?"

You nod, feeling a little guilty. "Yeah, I did. I was just waiting for it to come."

Joel looks at you for a moment, then shakes his head. "You know, I knew you were lying the moment I opened the door.”

You feel a flush of heat rise to your cheeks, knowing that you've been caught. You feel frozen, unsure what to say. Joel steps closer to you, his body looming over yours. His eyes are dark and intense, and you can feel the heat radiating off his body.

"You know what I do to those who lie to me?" his voice low and husky. You feel a shiver of excitement run down your spine. You know that you're playing with fire, but you can't help yourself. "I punish them," Joel continues, his voice dripping with desire.

Before you can say anything, Joel pins you against the wall, his body pressing against yours. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, and you can't help but feel a little thrill of excitement. "What are you doing?" you ask, your voice trembling.

"Punishin’ you, darlin," Joel replies. He reaches down, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. You gasp as he throws it to the side, leaving you standing there in just your bra and jeans. Joel's eyes rake over your body, taking in every inch of you. You feel self-conscious under his gaze, but you can't deny the thrill that's building inside of you.

"Turn around," Joel says, not asking.

You do as he says, turning around so that your back is facing him. You can feel his breath on your neck as he leans in closer to you.

"You're a bad girl, aren't you?" You nod, feeling a little embarrassed. Joel unclasps your bra, letting it fall to the floor. You gasp as his hands cup your breasts, his fingers teasing your nipples. "You like that?" You nod, feeling a little dizzy with pleasure. Joel continues to tease you, his hands exploring your body as he kisses and nips at your neck. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

"Please," you whisper, your voice trembling.

Joel steps back, his eyes darkening. "Please what?"

"Please fuck me," you say.

Joel smirks, his eyes glinting with mischief. He reaches down, grabbing the hem of your jeans and pulling them down in one swift motion. You step out of them, feeling exposed and vulnerable in front of Joel. But before you can feel self-conscious, Joel's hands are on your hips, pulling you closer to him, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down slowly, teasingly. You gasp as he exposes your wetness, feeling a shiver of excitement run down your spine.

"You're so wet for me," Joel growls and runs his fingers along your folds, feeling how wet you are for him. "All of this for me?"

You nod, feeling a little dizzy with pleasure. Joel continues to tease you, his fingers exploring your wetness as you moan softly. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge just off his fingers, but Joel pulls back just before you reach your climax.

"Not yet, darlin', I want to savor every moment with you." Joel leads you to the bed and lays you down, spreading your thighs apart to get a better look at your dripping pussy. He groans at the sight, his eyes darkening with desire. "Fuck, you're just dripping baby, bet you taste so sweet, so delicious” He leans down, his breath hot against your skin as he begins to tease you with his tongue. You moan softly, your hips bucking against his mouth as he licks and sucks at your clit. He continues to tease you, his tongue exploring every inch of your pussy as you writhe in pleasure. Just as you're about to reach your climax, Joel pulls back, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Not yet, baby, hold on for me.”

He stands up, as he's about to start undressing in front of you. You stand up from the bed and move closer to Joel, your eyes locked on his as you begin to remove his clothes. You start with his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it as you run your fingers along his muscular chest. Joel watches you, his breath hitching as you expose more and more of his skin. Once his shirt is completely undone, you slide it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. Your hands then move to the waistband of his pants, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping them. Joel's breathing becomes ragged as you slide his pants down his hips, revealing his boxers.

You can see the outline of his hard cock through his boxers, and you know that he's just as excited as you are. You run your fingers along the waistband of his boxers, teasing him before you finally slide them down, freeing his cock. Joel's cock springs free, hard and ready for you. You can't help but stare at it for a moment, taking in its size and girth. You run your fingers along its length, feeling him twitch in your hand. As you remove the last of Joel's clothes, you can't help but feel a little thrill of excitement. You know that this is it – this is the moment you've been waiting for. You take a step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull him in for a deep kiss. Joel responds eagerly, his hands exploring your body as you both get lost in the moment.

Joel's hands roam your body, exploring every inch of you as you kiss passionately. You can feel his hard cock pressing against you, and you know that he wants you just as much as you want him. Breaking the kiss, Joel brings you back to the bed before he trails his lips down your neck, lower and lower. He reaches your breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. You moan softly.

Joel's hand moves between your legs, his fingers finding your wetness once again. He teases your clit, rubbing it in slow circles as you moan softly. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, but Joel pulls back just before you reach your climax.

"Not yet, baby," he says, almost groaning. "I want to be inside of you when you come." Joel positions himself at your entrance, teasing you with the tip of his cock. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second, your body begging for him to fill you up.

"Please, Joel," you beg. "Fuck me."

Joel doesn't need any more encouragement. He thrusts into you, filling you up completely. You moan softly, your hips bucking against him as he begins to move inside of you.

Joel starts to move inside of you with a rough urgency, his thrusts deep and powerful. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge with each thrust, your body trembling with pleasure. Joel's hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he fucks you harder and faster.

"You like that, baby? You like it when I fuck you like this?"

You nod, unable to speak as you moan with pleasure. Joel's thrusts become more erratic, his breathing becoming ragged as he feels himself getting closer to the edge.

"I'm gonna make you come so hard, baby," Joel growls. "I want to feel you come all over my cock."

You nod, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Joel's thrusts become more urgent, his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

"Look at me," Joel commands.

You look up at him, meeting his gaze as he continues to fuck you. Joel's thrusts become more erratic, his breathing becoming ragged as he feels himself getting closer to the edge.

"I'm close," he says, his voice low.

You nod, feeling yourself on the brink of your own orgasm. Joel's thrusts become more urgent, his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

"Come for me, baby, wanna feel you come all over this cock." His eyes locked on yours.

With one final thrust, Joel sends you over the edge. You moan loudly as you come, your body trembling with pleasure. Joel follows suit, his cock twitching inside of you as he comes. You can feel him filling you up, his warm seed spilling deep inside of you. You lay there in silence for a few moments, both of you trying to catch your breath. Joel eventually pulls out of you, rolling onto his side. "I was right," he says, licking any last remnants of you from his fingers. "You are so so sweet."

You giggle, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I'm glad you think so.” The reality of the situation starts to hit you - this will likely never happen again, and Sarah can never know. But Joel surprises you, giving you a wicked smile. "Next time you wanna see me, darlin', just text me," he says, winking. He pulls out his phone, handing it to you. "Put your number in my contacts."

You hesitate for a moment, but then you comply, entering your name and number into his phone. Joel smiles as he takes his phone back, his eyes dark with desire. He quickly sends you a text so you now have his info too. "I'll be waiting for your text, baby," he says.

You nod, feeling a sense of excitement wash over you. You know that this is just the beginning of something new and exciting between you and Joel. But as you go to get up and put your clothes back on, you hear Sarah's footsteps coming down the hallway.

Sarah bursts into the room, her eyes wide with surprise. "What the hell?!" she exclaims.

You and Joel both look at each other, caught completely off guard. You quickly scramble to put your clothes back on, your heart racing with fear and embarrassment. "Sarah, it's not what you think," Joel starts to say, but Sarah cuts him off.

"I can't believe you, Dad! How could you do this?" Sarah's voice is filled with hurt and anger.

"Sarah, it's not like that," Joel tries to explain, but Sarah doesn't want to hear it.

"I can't believe you! I thought you were better than this," she says, her voice shaking with emotion. She storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Joel looks over at you, his eyes filled with concern and determination. "Don't you worry about it, darlin," he says, his voice low and husky. "I'll take care of it."

You nod, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. You trust Joel, and you know that he'll do whatever it takes to make things right. But at the same time, you can't help but worry about never seeing him again.

Joel must sense your anxiety because he reaches out and lifts your chin, his eyes meeting yours. "You don't have to worry, darlin," he says, his voice soft and reassuring. "I promise you, you'll see me again."

You nod, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You want to believe Joel, but you're not sure if it's possible. You know that things are going to be incredibly difficult between you and Sarah from now on, and you're not sure if you'll ever be able to see Joel again.

But before you can say anything, Joel leans in and kisses you. It's a soft, gentle kiss, but it's full of passion and emotion. You can feel all of Joel's feelings in that one kiss - his love, his desire, his regret, and his determination. And in that moment, you know that everything is going to be okay.

The two of you break apart, both of you feeling a sense of peace wash over you. As you sit there, lost in each other's eyes, you hear Sarah's footsteps coming back down the hallway. You look up, your heart racing with fear and anxiety. You have no idea what's going to happen next, but you know that it's not going to be good.

But Joel doesn't seem worried. He just gives you a reassuring smile, his eyes filled with love and determination. "It's going to be okay, darlin," he says. "I promise."

[ashes-writing]

outer banks ● one girl two guys pt 5 ● j. maybank + t. thornton

(( changing up the photos a little bit. bear with me. these came from pinterest, btw. and they're part of my little image hoard.))

warnings

complicated relationships... all around., jealousy, angst. pining, friends to lovers, looots of PDA ( you've been warned, if you're not fond of touching/kissing/affection) , fluff. Kiara -and her audacity, Sarah -and her jealousy, eventual filth, confrontations of the verbal and possibly physical kind. rivalry. mentions of alcohol + 🍃, sex / pda and varying states of undress and other potential adultier themes to come. sarcasm and dark humor, ig.

word count

3407 exactly. welcome to part 5. for the context, here's part 4.

-- y'all are gonna be so fucking siiiick of me and my bullshit,oops rip.

summary

One girl. Two guys. You're feeling torn. This can't possibly go wrong or be messy at all.. Right?

-- my summaries are traash and I own this.

taglist + shoutouts

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@tbmunson - i love you sm bestie. you knew i was going to tag you for this bc you're my inspiration, always!!

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other links

masterlist ● jj's masterlist ● topper's masterlist ● about+ rules

“Burger and fries for table 2. All dressed.” you tell the cook in back the order from table 2 and you’re heading back out with a pitcher of beer and the appetizer they ordered and Kiara stops you halfway out of the kitchen. 

“What? I’m kind of busy, Kiara.”

“You’ve been talking to Topper Thornton a lot lately.” Kiara’s staring at you with a solemn look and her arms folded. You blow a bubble with your gum, raise your brow at her. “Yeah? And?”

“I just don’t think that’s a good idea, ___. And it’s really upsetting JJ.” Kiara tacks on that last part and you laugh quietly. “It’s not upsetting him. It shouldn’t be. I mean… correct me if I’m wrong here, you’re the girlfriend.”

“Right. And as the girlfriend, I just thought.. Nevermind. Look, you hate me and I get that. But JJ hasn’t done anything.”

You blow out a breath. “Now kind of isn’t the time to talk about this, Kie. The place is packed. Look.. I’m just trying to finish out my shift here, okay? I’ve got stuff to do later.”

“We used to be friends, ___.”

“Yeah? Blame your mom. Maybe if she’d keep her fucking nose out of places it doesn’t belong.. Maybe if you didn’t go home telling her everything.. A friend would have kept their mouth shut, especially if they knew opening it might come with the risk of their friend being sent to live with some asshole who never wanted their friend born to begin with.” you’re blowing up but you can’t help it. Kiara rubs her forehead. “I’m sorry, okay? Maybe I just thought..”

You cut her off. “Did I ask you to think? Did I ask for help, Kie? No. No, I didn’t.”

She takes a deep breath. “Fair enough. So that’s why you hate me? It’s not because I’m with JJ?”

,, oooh… go ahead, ___. Tell her the truth.” the thought comes and for a second, you seriously play with the idea. But in the end, you decide against it. Because you’re trying so hard to keep from pushing JJ away completely. Because when this thing with Kie comes to a bitter end -and it will, you know Kiara too well, she gets bored too easy- you don’t want to have alienated him. You don’t want him to feel like he can’t come to you.

“I don’t care who you date. The fact that you even think I do is kind of stupid. Possibly even a little self-centered.” you laugh as you look at her, smirking. Watching your comment settle over her because you’re that special kind of petty to a point where you have to hurt someone exactly as much as they hurt you.

You weren’t always like this.

But then everybody in your life disappointed you. Kept hurting you, kept breaking promises. Now you live in a constant state of defense mechanisms active.

“You need to apologize to JJ. Because it bothers me to see him like this.”

When she says this, you’re half out of the kitchen. You pause in the doorway and you look back, mouth agape at her audacity, -and maybe the fact that she’s apparently so clueless that she doesn’t know why things are strained between you and JJ Maybank right now.

The fact that he hasn’t bothered to tell his poor and clueless pretty little girlfriend anything only cuts just a little more. Because it basically confirms what you’re already figuring out. He doesn’t feel the same way about you and when you tried to show him how you felt back at the beginning of summer, it was probably the stupidest thing you could’ve done.

You’re tempted to tell her exactly what went down that night but you don’t for reasons that have everything to do with not making things worse or causing problems between the boy you’re in love with and his flavor of the month. The thought, as it comes, leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. ,, you’re pitiful. A real mess,  y’know? Just tell her. See how quick she is to demand you be the one to apologize then.” 

“You need to keep your nose out of my life.” you finally manage to respond, walking out into the front of the restaurant. You let the door slam behind you. Kiara stands there, a hand caught in her hair. Staring at the door because she’s now got the strong feeling that she’s missing a lot of context.

The rest of the short shift passes by in a blink. Around the end of it, just as you’re clocking out, you’re surprised to see Topper and his friends standing outside one of the big windows in the front. Topper sees you and he starts to make faces at you, making it hard to focus, making you snicker quietly as Anna is telling you about some stupid party the restaurant is hired to cater at the end of the week. 

Kiara’s barely listening, she’s paying closer attention to the way you and Topper act with each other. Because you’ll glance over and pull a crazy face right back at him and at one point, you’re pretending like you’re going to fall asleep on your feet as if you’re bored out of your skull.

Anna finally finishes talking to you and Kie, releasing you both from work for the afternoon. You rush out and Topper is leaned against the front wall of the building, sipping a snow cone through a straw as he holds one out to you. You take it and suck it down greedily.

Kelce is looking from you to Topper wordlessly. Rubbing his chin in thought, especially when you and Topper seem to migrate closer together as a crowd of tourists overtakes the sidewalk and forces this to happen. Topper’s got a hand at your waist and you’re staring up at him.

“C’mon, man. We’re losing peak waves.” Kelce points out, barely hiding laughter as he glances from you to Topper. He’s just seen Sarah and John B walk past but his best friend has been so caught up in staring at you for a few seconds now that Topper didn’t even notice they walked past.

And Kelce is thinking to himself that’s definitely a good sign. Maybe the idiot will leave Sarah Cameron alone and stop running back the second she comes around batting her lashes, even hinting that she might want him back.

Topper finally breaks out of his daze, responding to Kelce. “Yeah. We should get going.”

Your brain’s finally done a full reset and you manage to nod, muttering a quiet “Yep.” in agreement. Topper turns his attention to you again. “You have sunblock.. Right? Because you got burnt really bad the last time we went out.”

You hold up your backpack. “In here somewhere.”

When he slips an arm around you as the three of you make your way down the dock to Topper’s waiting boat, you’re pulled into his side, the scent of his designer cologne enveloping you as you breathe it in before you can stop yourself from doing it. And it’s becoming  habit by this point, it’s getting so that if you’re out somewhere and you even think you catch a whiff of it -or similar scents- you’re looking for Topper’s face in the crowd.

This thought, as it hits, is more than a little scary.

He steps onto his boat, reaching out. Grabbing you by the hips to pull you on board. You’re laughing about it and the sound carries. The sound of your laughter manages to get the attention of JJ as he pulls the Pogue to a stop on the opposite side at the end of the dock. When he looks up just in time to see Topper Thornton pick you up by the hips and pull you onto his stupid little boat, he glares at Topper.

Topper gives him this little shrug, it’s mild. He smirks too. Holds JJ’s gaze as JJ looks from Topper to you, your back is to him so you don’t see. You’re staring up at Topper and the pang of jealousy that hits JJ takes him by surprise.

It shouldn’t bother him to see his best friend happy and he knows this. But then he’s thinking back to that night about two months ago. When you were in his lap, your arms around his neck. All cozy with him. When you told him he was pretty. When you told him you wanted to kiss him and he panicked and shut down because it was everything he wanted and he didn’t know how to handle it beyond the fear that overtook after you said it. He’s aware that he got in his own way. And for a while, he thought maybe that wasn’t a bad thing.

Seeing you with Topper all the time lately has him starting to wonder if he was wrong about that theory. Feeling like his reaction that night to the way you were being so affectionate was a complete mistake.

The boat takes off and he watches as you and Topper disappear from view.

John B and Sarah wander over and John’s jaw flutters. As soon as he sees the anger blaze in his best friends eyes, he nods. Because he’s just seen the way his girlfriend was looking at her ex boyfriend as if he was betraying her. And he hasn’t said anything to Sarah yet but it’s really bothering him.

“You saw ‘em too, huh?”

“Mhm.” JJ answers, glancing from John B to Sarah. He shares a look with his best friend and then he shrugs. “We need to get a move on. Pope’s waiting.”

“Yeah.”

Kiara rushes over, throwing her arms around JJ. She’s upset again and when she starts telling JJ why, he nods quietly. And a sliver of hope lingers even though it shouldn’t, taking hold. You didn’t tell Kiara about what happened between you and him earlier this summer. ,, or what didn’t happen but could’ve happened.” he reminds himself, bitter at the thought.

If you were really all in with Thornton, it stands to reason you would’ve just told her.

,, or maybe she’s a good person and she didn’t want to do something to mess you and Kiara up. Kiara’s your girl, man. You can’t have them both.”

But selfishly, in an ideal world, this is what he’d want. Because he feels very strong feelings for you both and it’s got him torn two different ways.

“When did that even happen? How?” Sarah speaks up. Kiara shrugs. “It’s probably a rebound thing. That or he’s up to something.”

“He’s not like that.” Sarah says it and she can feel John B staring at her. She looks up at him and sighs. “He’s not, okay? Maybe it’s a good thing, maybe he’s moving on.”

But deep down, the fact that he might just be moving on.. This bothers Sarah just a little more than it should.

–

You gulp as soon as you see the waves today. You melt into Topper’s side just a little and for a few seconds, you wonder exactly what you let yourself be talked into. Topper chuckles. “You’ll be fine, okay? I won’t let anything happen.”

You nod. Swallowing hard. Gazing up at him and then glancing back out at the water. “That wave was big.”

“It’s not as scary as it looks. But first..” Topper nods to his board, “You need to learn how to stand. C’mere.” he steps away, standing by his board. You’re pouting a little before you even realize it, you didn’t want him to let go yet and this thought as it settles in, has your mind reeling.

,, okay but you did say it yourself when you were arguing with JJ not so long ago. You’re definitely attracted to Topper Thornton physically. That’s it. That has to be all this is…Right?”

Deep down, you’re starting to suspect it’s not. But you’re not about to let yourself acknowledge it. Because you’ve started to get close to Topper and you like being friends with him. God knows that falling for him might possibly have the same end result as you, finally making a desperate attempt to clue JJ in to how you felt about him at the beginning of summer. 

You wander over and you step onto the board. You swallow hard when Topper steps on behind you, hands at your waist as he pushes down on your body just a little to get you to bend down like you need to be. “Keep your feet apart.”

“Like this?” you question. Topper nods, chuckles quietly. “Like that. You’re going to feel like your balance is off when you’re out there. If you have to, put your arms out.” his hands leave your hips to settle on your arms and he guides them into place. He’s pressed against you from behind.

From nearby on the sand, Kelce chuckles. “She needs to turn her foot a little, dude.”

Topper looks down and nods. “Yeah. He’s right. You need to turn your foot towards the front of the board.”

“This is complicated. How the fuck do you remember all this?” you’re exasperated with yourself because you’re just feeling like you have to look awkward. And you’re a little scared because you know they go out where the water will be over your head. You can swim exactly enough to save your life and that’s it.

Topper chuckles at your outburst, the sound sending just the teeniest jolt racing through you. “Relax.” he mutters quietly, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “You can swim right?”

“Uhm..” you give him a sheepish look. He bites his lip. “Okay, change of plans. Because you kind of need to learn to swim first. You’re going to wipe out.”

You nod. And then he’s scooped you up, making you laugh and have to throw your arms around his neck to hang on. He’s carrying you out into the water and Kelce, just to be a little shit, he hollers out, “Jesus. Get a room, guys.”

You can feel a slow heat work it’s way from the pit of your stomach when you lock eyes with Topper as he laughs. That heat spreads through you til it’s settled in the tips of your ears. He’s teasing you a little when he asks, “Are you blushing right now?”

You pout up at Topper a little. “I don’t blush.”

“I think you do. I think you are.”

“Am not!” you smack at his chest lightly and you laugh. And it’s a real one. You haven’t really laughed in a while. It feels good to laugh again.

When he starts to wade out to where the water is starting to creep up your body higher, you cling to Topper. “Hey, whoa..” he coaxes. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. Relax.”

You nod and you’re staring up at him, lost in the varying shades that make up his eyes. You’re staring really hard. It’s hard enough that he’s staring right back. “I’m gonna lower you down a little.. Okay? But my hands are gonna stay on you, I swear. I’m not going to let you drown. Relax.”

“Easy for you to say, you were swimming and surfing at birth.” you mutter, the softness in your voice has him biting back a quiet groan.. Especially now that it’s combined by the way he feels holding you right now. He chuckles quietly. “I wasn’t.”

“You were! You won your first surfing thing when you were like what.. Ten?”

“How’d you know that?” he laughs. You laugh softly. “JJ entered too. I had to listen to him have an angry meltdown when you won and he didn’t.” you admit quietly. Topper chuckles. 

But then he stops to think about it. Realizes that he’s seen you at a few of his competitions when they’re local. JJ hasn’t entered one in years.

He doesn’t say anything though because he’s not trying to give himself any reason to get his hopes up. So when you admit to going to a few shows he’s been in because it’ll pass time, he’s a little shocked.

,, Kildare is boring. She was just looking for something to do.” is countered by ,, But she was there. Sarah couldn’t even be bothered.” and it’s not much but it’s somehow more than even his own girlfriend at the time could be bothered to do.

“Something just nipped my foot!” you’re squealing, clinging to him even more and he realizes in this moment that if his goal was not to fall for you, yeah.. He’s beyond fucked.

He laughs. “Are you gonna be okay, ___?”

“Haven’t you seen Jaws? I know what’s in deep water, dude.” you’re pouting up at him as you say it and he laughs again. “Jaws is a movie.”

“And what makes it scary is that it fucking happens on occasion. Sharks get snackish.”

“I’m not gonna let you become shark bait.”

“You’re not gonna be able to stop it!” you’re being dramatic and you know it. But you’re both laughing. For once you’re having fun. You don’t have so many negative things in your mind threatening to take over. You want to enjoy the moment.

Topper lowers you to the water and he keeps his arms beneath you. You suck in a breath. Stare up at him. “Okay. Relax. Try to float.”

“I’m telling you, I will sink.”

“No you won’t.” Topper’s voice has a calming effect. You try to relax and you’re even floating a little. Until the second you feel him slowly slipping his arms out from beneath you, then your eyes are popping open and you sink down just a little. When you come back up, you splash him. He splashes back. Picks you up by your hips. Your legs slip around his waist. “Better? Now will you stop freaking out on me? People are gonna think I’m drowning you, woman.” he’s barely hiding laughter.

You pout at him again. But you slip your arms around his neck and nod, biting your lip as you stare at him and the laughter dies away. “Yeah. Much.” you respond quietly. 

Then he dunks you both and you surface from beneath the water, splashing at each other. Kelce paddles out on his board. “Since you two are gonna goof off, I’m napping.”

You share a look with Topper and as Kelce’s board floats past, he reaches out, tipping Kelce off. Kelce comes up from beneath the water, sending up rowdy splashes. Soaking both of you because the second you realize the water is up to your mouth now and you can’t touch bottom with your toes, you fling yourself at Topper all over again dramatically, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as you cling to his body.

“Hey! Easy, man.” Topper gives Kelce a dirty look but Kelce chuckles, mimics the sound of a cracking whip as he looks from his best friend to the way you’re clinging to him and have your face buried in his neck. You look up at Topper, eyes catching on the way a drop of water drips down from blond tips.. Rolls down the slope of his nose and settles on his lips. 

Your legs squeeze his hips just a little tighter and everything just kind of falls away. He’s staring at you and he can’t stop himself. He notices the exact second you melt into him a lot more and he mumbles quietly, “You okay?”

“Just realizing you’re really not going to try and drown me, that’s all.” you give him a sheepish smile and he grins. “I told you, didn’t I? You can actually trust me.”

“Yeah.” you answer, managing to tear your eyes off of him for just a second.

“Lemme see your board, Kelce.”

“Dude..”

“Board, Kelce. Now.”

Kelce pushes the board to Topper. Topper sits you on it and moves to stand between your legs. “Not so bad, huh?”

“It’s kinda cool. I’m not crazy about trying to stand up on it yet though.”

“It’s okay.” Topper laughs quietly. 

“Yeah.” you answer. Leaning down into him a little.

“For the last time. Just get a room.”

Topper flips Kelce off and you’re laughing. Burning up all over, but laughing again.

This is definitely one of the better days of your summer.

“I’m having fun.” you admit quietly and Topper grins at you. “Me too.”

[turvi]

Come Get Your Funky Lovestory-3

Pairings: Eddie Brock x f! Reader, Bucky x f! reader (slight)

Summary: Eddie and Y/n go furniture shopping.

Warning: Jelly Bucky, mentions of sex

Credits to GIF owners. GIF NOT MINE

It had been almost a month and she was still unable to get hold of this Venom parasite. Instead, Y/n was hunting for furniture so that her neighbors are not suspicious.

"How about this couch" Eddie pointed toward a peach-colored couch. Oh yeah, I am furniture hunting with Eddie. It is normal. Right?

"No, the light-colored couches get dirty in months and take years to get cleaned"

"Touche" he smiles. Oh, his smile. He looks so soft

My pocket vibrates as he speaks to me. Why are they vibrating? Oh, I am getting a call. I quickly fish out my phone.

Bucky. Must be important.

"Hey, I need to take this call," I said pointing to my phone and he nods in agreement.

Eddie's POV

"Eddie she is talking to that man again"

I sighed at V's jealousy. Ever since I met and got to know Y/n all I want to do is dedicate all the love songs to her, pinch her cheeks when she giggles at my bad jokes and wrap her in my arms to protect her from the world.

She is so precious and caring but the only problem is that I have known her only for a month and there is no way you can feel for someone like this so soon right?

But V is right who is this man she talks to. When I bumped into her last month she was distracted talking on her phone with someone named Bucky.

What is Bucky?

"V she can talk to any man she wants it's not like we are together"

"Well we would have been together if you were not a pussy"

"Stop it V she is our neighbor and our friend"

I look around more while Y/n is still on her phone when I found a grey sofa cum bed.

"Ohk, Eddie I know I can be freaky but at least ask her out before thinking about bedding her"

"Ew V I was not thinking that, I just thought this will be comfortable"

"I know exactly what you were thinking I practically live in your brain'

"Ugh whatever I don't care what you think all I want my friend is to be comfortable"

"Yeah, you want her to be comfortable when you are taking her from-

"Y/N I FOUND IT" I interrupt him before he completes that thought.

Y/N'S POV

I turned around to see Eddie pointing at a grey sofa cum bed excitedly.

"Who's that Doll? Bucky's voice dropped

"That is... um my neighbor"

"You didn't tell me about him"

"I didn't?". I didn't? How come? I tell Bucky everything even though we might have our indifference sometimes

"Sorry Buck I must have forgotten have been a bit busy"

"How well do you know this dude to go furniture shopping with him?"

"A month, it's ok Bucky he is a nice guy, he even helped fix my cabinets."

"He has been in your house too?"

"It was an emergency Buck my cabinets were literally falling and it was very late at night."

"You could have called me Doll"

"No, I am undercover here I can't call you here"

"Undercover using the real name?"

"Yeah I didn't think this through you know how bad I am at lying and why are you so mad I thought you would be busy with Sarah." I was really pissed that day I almost asked him out when he decided to flirt with Sam's sister.

She is an angel I shouldn't really affect my relationship with her because of my 40 year old crush on a man who just can't make up his mind.

"I am sorry Doll it's just that you are there by yourself and I am just concerned people will take advantage of you"

"What are you saying I am right here in New York LITERALLY everyone I know is here so chill" I sighed holding my head with my palm.

I turn to look at Eddie who sits on the sofa waiting patiently for me to finish my call. I feel guilty to make him wait.

"Look Bucky I promise I am alright and I will call you again tonight I have to go right now. B-bye" I immediately cut the call. Yeah, he is gonna be mad but he will understand.

"Hey sorry for taking so long"

"It's alright, I can understand. Long distance?" he asks his voice deflated nothing like this morning when I asked to join me in my furniture hunting

"Uh no, he is... not my boyfriend, he is my best friend" feels bitter saying that knowing how at one point I had such strong feelings for him and how long it took me to get over him.

"But your face tells another story" his eyes searching mine

I sighed settling myself on the sofa beside him

"I had loved him a long time but he gives me mixed signals, like one moment he is like I am the love of his life the next moment it is like I don't even exist now I have decided to finally move on and focus on myself." After I finish speaking I looked up at him to find him already looking at me "Sorry for rambling"

"That's good, hey my doors are open for you whenever you need to ramble to someone. I can make you cookies. Someone told me I make killer cookies" He smiles at me

"I bet moving on was not easy for you too" over the weekend Eddie told me about Anne and I told him how she sounds like a nice person and I would like to meet her sometime. I honestly need some friends who are not superheroes.

"It's not and that is why I want to be there for you"

"Thank you Eddie" I smiled sweetly at him

"Come on princess let's get you a sofa" he took my hand and led me toward the billing counter. I followed him giggling at his antics

A/N: Shit is about to hit the fan. Part 4

@noodletwogo @belladona-is-poisonous @preciousbabypeter

[dubishnishshan]

Why I think Elain and Azriel deserve better that to end up together. 

And no this is not a Gwynriel who just likes to bitch about Elain, I actually like her and can't wait for her book.

So there are 2 major reasons for me thinking they're not meant to be. (And I also think Sarah J. Maas agrees, I have no evidence.... I also have no doubts she'll back me up)

The fist reason it simple Sarah J. Maas always pair ups people who are gonna help each other grow, who in some ways push each other outside of their comfort zone and help them grow as individuals. I believe Azriel and Elain more than help each other grow they will shackle each other to their own trauma en bad perception of themselves.

Elain I believe has such strength and brave af (told ya I wasn't here no bitch about Elain) but, all of her life she's been told she is just a pretty face, that here only value lays on being beautiful and docile, a good girl. So I do believe that Elain is a girly woman, she likes gardening and is sweet and caring, but I also think she has a whole other side that she was never allowed to show.

She's literally the oposite of Nesta, Nesta´s struggles to show her vulnerability so she'll show all of her hardens, her dominance, her strength and in her book she learns to show she also has a soft side.

Well Elain does the oposite, she shows people her soft side, her gentle side because that's her role in the family, the good girl. So the most logical path in her book to take is a journey to finally explore her strength, her hardens, her "dark side". But how can she do that if everyone around her (literally al of the Inner circle except maybe Amren) treats her like a child.

"We have to keep Eris away from Elain", "You cannot expose Elain to such darkness", "She es to sweet, to gentle", "She is like a dog, loyal to whoever giver her protection"

These are all thoughts from the inner circle, including Azriel. Because everyone (Including Azriel) se her as a good girl who must be protected, who will never understand the hardness because she is so soft. Elain need to find herself because she's still struggling with her trauma and no one fucking notices it!! Just because she is not getting drunk and fucking everyone like Nesta of because she is not snapping at everyone does not mean she isn't suffering. She has even mention how everyone was more concerned about how Elain´s trauma affected THEM.

So I believe she need to get out and explore and I think she's the one who'll need to go for the forth trove (but im not gonna give theories about that, I just know she's gonna go on an adventure during her book) and here's where (FINALLY) we start to talk about Az. He will not accept the fact that Elain is going away on and putting herself in any type of danger. We all know that and you cannot tell me otherwise, just look how he reacts on acsf when Amren suggested, SUGGESTED, that Elain should try to be the one finding the trove.

We wouldn't let her go on her adventure because he believes she's to pure, to gentle, to soft for such darkness. So in the journey Elain need to take shell have to do it without Azriel because he will never let her try and discover her own darkness. Like.... that's what will happen and you can't tell me other wise, he will alway try to protect Elain from darkness. Which is like.... a good thing I guess, but no one is all light, just like no one is all dark and Elain has been forced to be on the light far to long, she needs darkness.

Here come major reason number 2:

Gwyn and Az relationship (No not that type of relationship) I don't think they're in love of something like that no, that is not remotely the case.... but, Sarah J Maas is a great writer and everything that happens in the book has a why. She decided to write Az and Elain´s easy friendship that latter turned into sexual tension and she also decided to make Lucien Elain´s mate. She ALSO decided to make Az and Gwyn have certain tension between them. You cannot deny it it's right there and you have a whole ass chunk of the fandom (this bish right here included) shipping them, because the promise of what they could be together was hella amazing and cute afffff.

So if Sarah wanted to make the love triangle happen in a book she only needed to have Lucien because of the whole mate thing. But she decided to add Gwyn into the mix.... why? She had complete control over how the characters could interact between each other and she decided to make Az and Gwyn´s bond like that. Even before the the bonus chapter. "You're the new ribbon Az", "Az didn't say because Gwyn wanted lessons on how to use the knife", shit like that, and also the fact that whenever Az is in the same room with Gwyn he shows an emotion, he even jokes and laughs and that doesn't happen often for this dude.

And also lets mention that Az thinks he is too little for Elain (I mean nos in the physical part because we al know about the wingspam ;) wink wink ) but he didn't even want to show his hands to her because they had done a los of atrocity, he literally though that in the bonus chapter. How Elain was so pure and hi shouldn't touch her because of his scared hands. That is NOT a healthy way to think about someone you want to be with....

We algo see how his shadows do not bother him. The long debate (are the shadows good of bad?) mostly because they hide when Elain is present and they dance when Gwyn is present. Well Sarah J. Maas had an entire chapter of Az interacting with them to tell us if hi felt uncomfortable with them and she didn't. I will also admit he didn't say "Oh how I love my shadows they are *chef´s kiss*" but.... he didn't seem bothered by them, they're just an extension of him.

It represent the side of him he hides from Elaine because he thinks he's too dark for her and she's to pure for him.

FINALLY Concluding this:

Sooooo like for Az and Elain to be together there's a fucking lot of things that need to happen. First we need the Lucien thing solved, then we need the whole Gwyn thing solved (because there´s gonna be drama, the neckless for instance)

Can we have a minuto to just bitch about Az (because I only promise to not bitch about Elain) and say he was soooooo stupid during his bonus chapter.... I mean the neckless thing like *Massive eyeroll*. Our Batboy is real dumb some times.

So even if Az and Elain get though all of that we need to get through Elain´s trauma and good girl complex and Azriel trauma and los self-esteem because girl it that doesn't happen then that relationship will get real toxic real fast.

And so I want them both to be happy so I hope Az and Gwyn get together (for a lot of reasons that im not gonna name because this post is hella long already) And I hope Elain gets to explore her other side and live without fear to be herself and show all that beautiful light she has but also her darker side.

Bonus thing to add it has been mentioned that Elain is super beautiful except when she wears the night court black (those are the specific words, Night court black). This is mentioned multiple times in the last 3 books and like I said Sarah J. Maas is a great writer if she adds this detail multiple times is because of something. Elain is gonna leave the Night Court and go find herself and find friends who respect her and see her as something more than the good girl. And if Az goes with her he'll leave the night court and I don't think he'll do that for her. Even if he did I don't want the Batboys to be apart it would make me cry.

So this long ass speech is over, let's stop the hate and spam Sarah J. Maas so she'll finally tell us the freaking plot of the next book!!!

[softlyspector]

Hi Becca!!! Hope you are doing well, rant anon here to drop some well-deserved love in your inbox.

So first of all, a full dissection of everything I love about Halloween again is coming soon (I was so sleepy by the end of yesterday that I forgot to send you my thoughts, just know that mentally i was typing lots of love in all caps to you for that fic!!) and I think I'm doing out of the desert after that bc Ace + Cowboy Mando?? YEAH. Also your world building and scene setting in that fic is immaculate.

But may I say, birds of a feather is so incredible!!! As someone who has been around a lot of kids in my family and worked with lots of them, the dynamics you wrote were so beautifully reflective of so much of the love I've seen between parents and their children irl, and the anxiety on Joel's behalf specifically... I felt it in my BONES. I feel the need to warn you - this whole fic made me feel very 🥺🥺🥺 and a lot of that emoji is about to appear below. You have been warned.

The detail about Joel taking anxiety meds but them not really working? 🥺

The detail about Joel putting a lot of effort into practicing doing Sarah’s braids? 🥺

Joel worrying about not being able to spend enough time with Sarah, wanting her to have a better childhood than he did and not be a latchkey kid, feeling guilty bc he knows he won't always be there and stressing bc he already knows he can't add hours he desperately needs to the day? 🥺

The EXTREMELY realistic morning routine mishaps, Joel constantly having to roll with the punches and that signature parental exhaustion and fear you are never doing right by your kid as you are harried and trying to put the fires out as they appear? 🥺

That childhood duality where you can be SO excited and yet SO nervous about school, and all the entailing new experiences at once? 🥺

The way you wrote Joel reacting to Sarah’s smile, both during the orientation and the first day? 🥺

The judgement from the other parents, that almost palpable doubt and skepticism you can basically feel radiating off of parents who think families have to look a certain way and function a certain way and that anything outside of their norm/standard = failure, and Joel not caring about that until it might affect Sarah and hoping the other kids won't bother her about it despite knowing that they likely will, even just by repeating something they maybe didn't even understand (bc my oh my, do children do this - the number of times it's apparent as an adult that kids don't even necessarily know what they're saying, they're just repeating something they heard from an adult... wish I knew how clear it was to others when I was a kid)... The way it's clear that all these anxieties are filtered through the gaze of "how will this affect my daughter?" Rather than how Joel himself feels (like to me the way you've written Joel is so characteristically selfless, he truly seems to only concern himself with what is best for Sarah, even when something could have bothered him bc it's kinda insulting to him directly he doesn't seem concerned with that so much as whether it will make her life harder. Queen of characterisarion, as always, making me soft for the pixel Texan) 🥺

The fact that Joel felt some resentment for how much he had to take care of Tommy but not feeling that now about Sarah? 🥺

The way you wrote this fic also made me appreciate in an entirely new way how young Joel really was like... Tommy still being in high school as Joel is going through all this just made me realise the weight on Joel's shoulders in a way I hadn't before. And Tommy having eaten Joel's cornflakes tells us so much about their relationship, like I know Joel loves Tommy as well and as you've said, protecting + providing are so crucial to Joel's core values and traits so I get why he'd still be so close to Tommy despite everything going on but it also kinda shows how alone Joel is in this. Sure his mom and Tommy help out but Joel is solely responsible in a way that Tommy really can't understand at that age and considering their wildly different circumstances. Joel having to go through so much difficulty all alone UGH HERE HAVE ANOTHER ONE OF THESE 🥺

The mention of Joel's ex-wife, the courthouse wedding and her leaving... painful to think about the fact that Joel considered marrying her the right thing while feeling so bad about it. Like if it's the right thing to do, why do I feel so uncomfortable? If it's the right thing then why didn't it work out? I don't know I've seen a lot of people suffer bc they were handed a "script" by society that said they have to do a, b and c bc it was the "right" thing to do and they followed it wishing to do good only to find out there is no script to life and coming out the other side pretty miserable. And the way Joel had to work through that at such a young age, with such high stakes, practically all alone... AGAIN 🥺

And last but certainly not least, my favourite detail of this fic upon first reading (with your fics my favourite thing is constantly changing but I know this one will hit every time): the neighbouring girl saying she can sit with Sarah on the bus? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i mean truly just 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Thank you for sharing this. Made my day. So gorgeously written as always.

Hi rant anon 💕 I'm glad you liked birds of a feather and I mainly felt like 🥺 while writing so don't worry about the over (appropriate!!!) use of that emoji lol

I think I would really like to explore more of Joel and Sarah's relationship in the future, though I think I have to post some Joel and Ellie before that.

Joel is just so. . .puts in so much effort and then worries its not enough to me, y'know? So that's definitely where all the worry about her braids comes from. It's him thinking, am I as good as a parent as I think I am? Self-doubt. It's the same with their messy morning, and then seeing everyone else look so put together. Like what is he doing wrong that they showed up a mess?

Of course Joel wouldn't care what strangers think about him at all, but if it will affect Sarah in some way then its an issue. He just doesn't want her to feel different or weird or bad about their family.

I think about how young Joel was when he had Sarah all the time, what kind of support he probably did and did not have, the judgement he and Sarah's mom would have had to endure. And it breaks my heart every time.

Thank you as always for sending me your thoughts and being so kind! I'm glad you liked my first little thing branching out into something different <3

[poguestvff]

Used To The Cold — S. Cameron

In which Sarah Cameron comes to a realization after her girlfriend moves across the country.

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warning(s): none, fluff, i heart sarah <33

Have you ever lost something that held either so many memories or brought a sort of happiness that just warmed you immediately even at the sight of it? Most people have something like that. Such as for children when it comes to losing stuffed animals or action figures that were a source of comfort, they missed it like hell. Said children grow up and look for a new source of comfort. Some teenagers found it in weed and alchohol, others in sports. For Sarah Cameron, she grew out of the beautiful pink blanket her father had gotten her as a toddler. As she grew into a teenager, she found a new solace.

Her girlfriend.

Sarah made it very apparent to show her love to her girlfriend who, at one point, was just her best friend who she could hardly even bare to be away from. Sarah had known she'd loved Y/n before they even got together by the way Sarah had never felt claustrophobic in the friendship that she held with the other girl. She said the three words within the first six months of being with her, words she had never spoken to another being other than her family. It was a word she, personally, took seriously. For her to say it to Y/n showed the amount of trust she held within her. Trust to not feel so closed off with Y/n.

At the beginning of the relationship, Sarah was glad that not much had changed between the two of them. That Y/n let her have her space whenever she needed it without the dependent need to be together all day though it quickly became backwards. Sarah grew even more clingy to Y/n, hardly able to deal without her hands being stuck to her girlfriend like glue. Whenever they went out to lunch, Sarah played a one sided game of footsies that only brought a smile upon Y/n’s features, one of Sarah’s favorite traits about her. Sarah loved the idea of always having a person to call her own, Y/n seeming to be the one person who could bring out her newfound touchiness. Though, sometimes she pondered on whether Y/n herself was even handling it or if she just ‘put up’ with it. If she did have an indifference towards Sarah’s actions, she surely never showed her disinterest in it.

Though the last time Sarah had held on to her girlfriend felt soul crushing and gut wrenching. As the two of them stood on the creaky, wooden dock just before the ferry, Sarah felt drained. Between the amount of crying she’d done in just the past few days had been enough to make her want to sleep forever and the comfort of her girlfriends arms around her hadn’t helped that feeling. Tears held a steady stream down both of their faces though Sarah was the one who was unable to contain her sobs. People passed around them, solemn looks given to the two of them as they listened in on the sniffles and soft wails.

Y/n didn’t need to be a genius to understand that this was twice as hard for Sarah as it would be for her. Y/n was leaving, miles away that Sarah couldn’t even pin on when the next time she’d being able to hold on to her would be. All she knew was that this embrace that Y/n held on her would be the last one for months and there wasn’t a thing that would be able to make up for it between now and then.

It evoked an indescribable sort of fear within Sarah but she knew it was immutable. If Sarah could, she'd even drop her whole life within Outer Banks to follow her girlfriend across the world. There wasn't much Sarah wouldn't do and there wasn't much Y/n wouldn't do for Sarah either, including the moving date having already been pushed back a month because of Y/n's several arguments with her parents.

"I don't want you to go." sarah whispered as y/n kissed her neck. She could hear the blonde's pained and wavering voice, how affected she already was even as Y/n hadn't even stood on the boat yet.

"I know, lover." the y/h/c girl spoke in a low tone, only sarah able to hear her words of affirmation. Y/n was first to pull back, placing her hands on Sarah's cheeks. The sight of Sarah with puffy eyes and a quivering lip made y/n's heart throb and a guilty feeling blanket over her like a raising tide. "i'll visit. Every chance I get, you know I will."

"It won't be the same." she lamented. Y/n placed her lips against Sarah’s, delicately as if the blonde were made of porcelain. When Y/n's parents had called for her and Ward and Rose had called Sarah away from the dock, Sarah only seemed to want to cling further, fingers pressing further into the thin jacket Y/n worse, but their time had finally run out. Even after weeks of pretending that they had all the time in the world, like nothing could pull the two of them apart, it had happened.

The first few weeks, the whole Cameron house had known Sarah spent most of her nights crying herself to sleep and the entire Y/l/n house knew Y/n was not going to be speaking to them for a little while due to their newest decision. Both groups of parents hadn't known that pulling the duo away from one another would become such a quagmire for each of them.

When Y/n did finally decide to talk to her parents, it was usually to say she was leaving to explore the area in which she refused to get to know the first few days. With a driver license, it gave her just a bit of freedom from her parents who's impromptu decisions had still caused for a tearing in their familial relationship.

Y/n sat in her parked car, a hot beverage in hand to adjust to the cold in which she'd just stood in for five minutes. All of it for a drink that wasn't even that good in her opinion but she dealt with it. With the hand not holding the steaming drink, she opened her phone, smiling immediately at the photo of her and sarah as her background. She unlocked it, scrolling around to find Sarah's contact and setting her phone up against the dashboard. While it began to ring, Y/n situated herself to begin to drive. "Hi, Y/n/n!" Sarah shouted excitedly the second she'd answered.

At her tone of voice did Y/n laugh. The enthusiasm was no surprise but it was funny to Y/n every time. "Hi, baby." She replied, fhe smile remaining on her face as she looked towards the screen. Sarah sat at her desk, her hands under her jaw though a pencil between her fingers. She had focused all of her attention from the papers in front of her to the driver on the other end of the phone. "What are you doing?"

The sound of whizzing paper had made Y/n glance to the phone seeing a math sheet now replacing Sarah's face before she placed it back down, a frown appearing on her features. "Math."

"Didn't you just start like two days ago?" Y/n asked, taking a sip from her drink.

"Yes and this teacher is an absolute bitch. You're just lucky you don't start for another week. You would hate Mr. Henley."

Y/n let out an awfully dramatic gasp. "Um, hello, Mr. Henley was literally my home room teacher last year, I'll have you know. Show some respect." She said, almost missing Sarah's chagrined look as she smiled.

"You're supposed to be on my side here."

"Sorry, i don't believe in biases, Sar." She joked for sarah to let out a small snicker.

"So tell me, how's minnesota?" Sarah asked, trying to spark up a conversation even if the distance was the same thing she wanted to keep her mind off of.

"Oh, it's so great. So many hot people." she remarked.

"You're not funny, no one has ever found you funny." Sarah replied though unable to hold in her laugh along with her girlfriend. "I'm serious. we haven't talked much about it and i don't want to like... avoid your new life now."

Y/n sighed, looking towards the phone to see Sarah looking back down at her work in front of her. "Fine. Well, it doesn't particularly suck. The no surfing part definitely does, though, but what can you do. And the coffee here... no, its just so bad, babe. granted, i only had one, and it's in my cup holder right now but it's gross."

"My coffee making is better, right?" Sarah asked as Y/n gave a hefty nod.

"So much better, even if it is the only thing you're good at making." Y/n laughed and Sarah attempted to refuse a smile, her cheeks quivering from trying to keep it down. "But the weather dropped today, randomly. It was seventy yesterday, fifty today but i think i'm getting used to the cold."

Sarah lifted her head back to the phone, watching Y/n focus on driving, her eyes diverting on places away from the screen. Sarah but at her inner cheek, drumming her fingers against the white wood that rested under her forearms. "Used to it?" Sarah asked. She knew Y/n's move was permanent at least until she was eighteen but something about those words made it seem more realistic. She was getting used to a place that wasn't home.

Y/n hummed. "Yeah, i'm probably being dramatic. I saw a guy walking around in a tank top and shorts while i'm wearing double pair of socks right now." she grinned at her own comment though picking up on Sarah's sudden discomfort when she replied with a small 'wow'. "Lover?"

"Yeah?"

"What's going on?" Y/n asked, the car slowing to a stop at a red light.

Sarah quickly shook her head. "No, it's nothing. Just... the work. Keep your eye on the road."

"Sarah." The blond recognized the tone of voice quickly.

"Just... I just fully realized how permanent this is. I won't see you until, what? December? That's a long time, Y/n! And, i get it, it's your home now and i can't do anything about it but—"

Y/n was quick to cut her off. "I never said this is home. Sure I live here but it's just a couple walls and a roof. It's not home, Sarah." Y/n began. "Home is you. And trust me, i've been missing home the second i got on that ferry."

Despite them having to look at one another through a glass screen the feeling—the connection between the two of them was still felt. Sarah could feel the normal warm feeling she would've gotten whenever Y/n would simply hold her hand or brush her hair over her ear. she held that much of an effect on Sarah in person and somehow even thousands of miles away.

Sarah hadn't even realized she had been staring for a total of twenty seconds until a singular tear fell down her blushing cheeks. she quickly sniffled, recomposing herself as she wiped it away. "Are you seriously making me cry right now?" She muttered with the way the atmosphere had become though relishing in the way Y/n laughed in response.

"Yes, thank you for ignoring everything i just said, lover." Y/n put the car back in drive as the light went green. Due to the steets being relatively empty in her new small town, she took the time to look back over at the phone to Sarah. "I love you."

Sarah's smile widened in thag very moment, pursing her lips before pushing them out. "I love you more."

"And don't worry. I won't get to used to it. I'll be back home, to you, before you even know it." Y/n took a small glance to the phone, enjoying Sarah's gaze that showed even with the distance put between the two of them, they'd be fine.

[fawnandshadows]

YOURE SO AMAZINGLY TALENTED AT WRITING. I actually am not kidding, I want you to write a full on Elriel multi chapter (like 50 chapters) angsty, enemies to lovers, slowburn with eventual romance fan fiction that I will chew up in a day if I could cuz you’re just incredibly talented🙏🏼

The fluffiness of Elriel in the garden is so pure🥺I love how affected he was by her hands and how he put his arm around her to prove that she shouldn’t be anxious and should relax into him. UGHHH I WISH THIS WAS CANON. Sarah better take notes ✍️

Please never stop writing🥺🤍🙏🏼 I love these little conversations we have about Elriel in the garden. I just know that while her hands are on his, guiding him, he’s restraining himself from hugging the crap outta her from behind. So he put his arm around her cuz it’s the most he could do. But ughhhh imagine him touching a pretty flower that she’s planted some time ago and he says “Beautiful, but not nearly as you” as he touches the petals softly while Elain’s face goes as red as the rose he’s caressing🥺 - yours truly, garden anon 👒

Hello Garden 👒 Anon!!

OMG thank you so much 🥺🥺. I guess we will see how long You Painted Me Golden will last, but I don't think it will be 50 chapters 🤪.

I really do think that touch is an incredibly important part of Elriel's relationship. Elain is really the only person that Azriel goes out of his way to touch — and you best believe that Elain is observant enough to notice that😭.

Elain telling Azriel that he loves his hands on her, that she finds them beautiful, that she feels comforted and loved and measured when he touches her will absolutely tear him apart because he can't believe that she allows his hands to me on her beautiful skin.

Azriel is so tense when his arm is around Elain — so tense that he almost regrets it, but he could never regret being so close to her — and Elain doesn't really understand why he's so tense (maybe it's because he's not used to being so close to someone), but he willingly put his arm around her and she can barely think straight because of it and she loves seeing their dirt covered hands moving together.

Azriel is trying his best to pay attention, but he can't think past Elain. He hears her lovely voice, but he can't register her words. And he knows that her hands are moving gently and confidently, but so absorbed in the softness of them that he's not paying attention to her movements like he should. And he know's he should be looking at the flower in her hands, but he's too busy looking at their hands together, and then his eyes snag on the expanse of skin along her neck that so's close to his lips. And then he's focus on her flustered cheeks, and then her pink lips.

And then he wonders what would happen if he pressed his lips into her neck. All he has to do it grab that cobalt ribbon between his teeth a tug and her hat would fall and her golden curls would come tumbling down — and would she gasp in surprise? What would happen if he took her little earlobe between his teeth? If he kissed all of the skin on her neck that he had to work his way up to her plump cheeks? And then finally he would place his lips on hers and finally know if they were as soft as they looked?

Azriel would 10000% say that. Completely unexpectedly. And he just blurts it out. Elain would point out a flower and comment on his beauty and Azriel would not stop himself from saying, "Not as beautiful as you." Which, of course, he would be kicking himself for because now she's uncomfortable and blushing and he made it awkward, but then she says thank you and looks up at him with those big eyes and stretches and gently presses her lips onto his cheek.

Of course Azriel can barely breathe, and Elain is second guessing herself so she pulls back a little and see's a blush spread across his cheeks and he looks so dazed that she can't help but smile.

hehe I love these chats too!! I have no plans to stop writing, none at all, so everyone is going to have to deal with me 🤪. I hope you enjoyed this!! 🤍🤍

[yazthebookish]

You think it's possible Elriel could happen regardless of Az's own issues? I feel like SJM could take the same approach she did with Cassian and shove Az's issues aside. And since Elain, though not healed, was in a better headspace than Nesta was at the end of ACOFAS, it's possible Sarah could give Az more attention than she gave Cassian?

Hello anon🤍,

I think with Gwyn's introduction, Azriel's chapter and all the redflags made it clear that Elriel won't happen.

Azriel's issues are much deeper than Cassian's. It still keeps him rooted to the past and it affects him. There is a lot of emotional luggage to unpack when it comes to Azriel. He is always described to be the most secretive and darkest of the Illyrian trio.

I doubt SJM would do that particularly to Azriel since that would diminish his character. He can't be fit into a Love Interest role which means taking a lot of page time to contribute to the MC's development and that is what will happen with Elriel. If you have noticed, most of their theories dismiss Azriel's inner wounds and claim that he is fine so long as he gets Elain but his relationship with Elain is literally "Mor 0.2". He was never in a relationship that had someone that we would consider his equal. It's always his unworthiness uplifting the females he is attracted to (both with Mor and Elain) so what would we get out of Elriel? Forbidden romance? The most damaging trope to Azriel that won't help with his self-worth issues?

We don't know what Elain's state is, you may find that she is in a better headspace but Elain might be suffering as bad as Nesta too only difference is she keeps an act up to appease everyone. Even ACOSF planted some seeds of doubt when it comes to Elain.. is she really doing better? I don't think so or else why are we getting a book for her if all is well? Each book features an MC's healing journey. Also, remember that it's hinted in ACOFAS that she may be looking for a way to turn back into a human. Elriels always go on about how ACOFAS sets up an Elriel romance but the biggest crumb SJM dropped there for Elain was her trying to dig out a way to be transformed back to human. I don't think she fully adjusted to being a Fae.

SJM did it with Chaol in Tower of Dawn, I think SJM will do it with Azriel in ACOTAR5 and she seems excited to be writing Azriel's journey.

Another reason Elriel won't happen is that there was no reason for SJM to include Gwyn in his chapter. I highly doubt it's to throw us off or use her as a plot-device to bring together Elain and Azriel. It's already messy between Elain, Azriel and Lucien there and there are many parallels between Azriel and Gwyn and signs that they are likely mates. Azriel's feelings towards Mor and Elain are centered around the Mating Bond. He waited for 500 years for a bond to snap between him and Mor and then he questions the Cauldron for not giving him an Archeron sister for a mate when all of his brothers get one. Not to say his feelings are not genuine to both but you see here? It's the same repetitive cycle. With Gwyn, he won't even see her coming and it will hit him hard and she's the one that compliments his journey but stil he will develop feelings for her without having the bond in mind.

Elain should be the MC of her own book and Azriel should be the MC of his own book. There's a lot to unravel when it comes to those two.

[deadsoul965]

Wait. I have another evidence that Sherlock is gay (hell, his phrase at Angelo's is already enough: "girlfriends? no, not really my area").

Sherlock behaves quite openly with women, isn't afraid of them (as long as it does not deal with sexual issues).

1. He kisses Molly in her cheek.

2. He kisses Mary in her cheek.

3. He kisses Mary in her forehead.

4. He kisses Janine in her lips (not answering, though).

5. He hugs Mary.

6. He hugs Molly.

7. He dances with Janine whom he saw a couple of times.

What about sex?

He confused when has conversations about it.

1. Molly talking about how much she has it with Tom ----> Sherlock doesn't know where to look.

2. The Woman wants him to "dinner" with her. And Sherlock, of course, understand what it means. And he says: "Why would I want to have dinner if I wasn’t hungry?" wich means "why would I want to have sex with you if I don't want to? (because of you are a woman).

3. Sherlock can't understand what John needs from Sarah. He was either pretending or really couldn't understand why John was so eager to date Sarah. And when John said it clearly, Sherlock go away with irritation and some disappointment. And after he knew where John go with women - to have sex. But Sherlock resigned himself to this, because he couldn't give it at that moment. And I don't think he really knew he wanted to be that close to John then.

4. Sherlock didn't have sex with Janine, although he could have. And moreover, he avoided her at nights, preffering to sleep in drug dens (for case, of course, but there are two birds with one stone, you know), because he understand that she could (and want) pester him for sex. And he didn't want to.

5. But sex doesn't alarms him! Remember how Sherlock said about Donovan's knees in 1st episode? And he can joking about it. Remember that joke about shelves (I don't remember the phrase, sorry, it's about Sherlock helps some man with shelves = sex).

And that's not all. If you add something else, I'll appreciate it 😘

Sherlock sees only friends in women. He feels himself pretty comfortable with them.

But look at his relationships with men. Well, we can't see it enough. We can see his interactions with his friends. With John, with whom Sherlock trying to be closer but still in some distance. I had this when I was in love with classmate. I wanted to be closer, touch him lightly, as if by chance, laughed at his jokes but I was afraid to be noticed in my love by him, and I still keep a little distance. I see parallels.

And we were shown Sherlock spying on the soldiers in the restroom.

And that scene with his parents: John came to the flat and Sherlock immediately kicked his parents out of the apartment, not wanting his smart mother to guess about his feelings and not start to marry them (one hundred percent). And he didn't want to look like mama's boy in front of John (his love), so he didn't want his mom to show him affection (stroking his cheeks). But just look at his cute face, showing his true childish nature, which still belongs to his mother when he told her "I promise I will call." And he and his brother call mom "mommy". How cute :3

And we were supposed to be shown scenes in a gay bar! Argh😠

Well. I think these things are enough.

Add other episodes with women and men have interaction with Sherlock!

P. S.

Someone could think that if Sherlock acts like that with women it's mean he is straight but... Come on. In my opinion, it doesn't work that way.

P. P. S.

There are many ships in this tv show and we all have our opinion. It is mine. I am not against others, I just believe specifically in this.

[mult1fandomwriter]

Fuck Feelings ( JJ Maybank)

Pairing: JJ x Character

Inspired by: the song Heather- Conan Gray

Summary: Rose(character) is heartbroken because JJ has a girlfriend and she is trying to hide it. When it is revealed things between JJ and her get pretty heated

(I don't own the gif)

I sat at the old couch, at John B's house, mumbling a new rhythm for the song I was currently writing, with my guitar, right next to me. I remember my self having a passion for writing, since I was a little girl. I would always make up short stories of any kind and write them down in the notebook, I always carried with me. Later, at the age of 12, I discovered my hidden talent in music and had my parents buy me a guitar and pay for guitar lessons. So here I am, heartbroken, sitting on my own in John B' s living room, while my friends are outside enjoying their beer, doing the thing I love the most. Combining music with writing. It helps me take a break and relax, without thinking about my problems and how miserable I feel Without thinking about my parents, who I haven't seen in a month, because they are currently travelling around Europe, in order to "bring the spirit back to their relationship", as they told me when they announced me, that they were leaving. Without thinking about the blonde boy, who is sitting outside with his girlfriend, making my heart break in small pieces. I continue writing my song. It is inspired by him. Why would you ever kiss me? I am not even half as pretty, I am writing, remembering our kiss last week. Really though, why would he kiss me, when he had feelings for someome else? For Melissa. And why would he see me as something more than a friend, when he had her? God she is pretty...And I am nothing compared to her. Melissa moved here, in Outer Banks, about a month ago and from the moment JJ saw her, I could tell he was fascinated by her. Why blame him though? With her long red hair and her ice blue eyes, she looks like a damn godess. No wonder why he was immidiately attracted to her. They have been dating for about a week now. Six days to be precise. I haven't spoken to JJ since our steamy momemt at the beach last Saturday. That kiss meant everything to me, but apperantly nothing to him, considering the fact, that he asked Melissa out the next morning.

A few taps on the window bring me back to reality. I lift my head only to see Kiara tapping on the window, urging me to come outside. And so do I. I know it isn't a really good idea, but what else can I possibly do? As soon as I step outside, I am offered a beer from John B. "Finally my favorite Kook showed up" he says offering me a warm smile. "Hey, I thought I was your favorite one!" Sarah says with a fake hurt look on her face. I smile as John B leans in, connecting his lips to hers, kissing her sweetly "Always", he whispers. I catch my shelf smiling again at the way John B shows his affection for Sarah. I amhappy for them, because I've known Sarah for my whole life and she is one of my best friends, since she lives next door. John B and JJ have been my best friends since 3rd grade, when I met them at the beach. We've been inseparable since then. Later we became really close friends with Pope and Kiara too and now Sarah is part of our group too, despite her differences with Kiara, which are now solved. My feelings towards JJ changed, however. I want more from him and I thought he wanted too, with the constant touches and need to protect me and then that kiss. But as it turned out, JJ 's feelings were not mutual. My happines for the relationship of my friends is overshadowed by the feeling of a gap in my chest. I feel empty without JJ' s touch, without his kisses. I know of course, that I can not have that with him. "What were you doing in there for so long, Rose?", Pope asks me. "Just writing a new song", I reply while shrugging. I don't want it to seem like a big deal, because the lyrics are really personal. "I am already done with the music, but the lyrics are not finished yet". "Oh can I read it?", Pope asks with excitement in his voice. He is always hyping me up whenever I write a new song and he is always the first one to read it when it is finished, but I don't want anyone to lay eyes on this one. It is too personal. "No, not yet. Only when it's done. You know me", I reply chuckling so that I can sound cool and act like nothing is making me uncomfortable about this whole situation. I feel a cold breeze. " I am cold", I say, not really expecting a reply or something. Just to change the subject. "Yeah, me too.", says Melissa, with her annoyning voice. Why is she here again? Is she becoming part of our group now? JJ takes his hoodie off, revealing his grey sleevless shirt, underneath it. He takes it and offers it to her. Ouch...that hurt...I look away, as she takes it in her hands, ready to wear it. Sarah notices and gives me her "we'll talk about it later" look

Suddenly a rush of insiration hits me and I quickly grab my pen and notebook to add a few more lyrics. You gave her your sweater. It's just polyester, but you like her better. I wish I were Heather. I write concentrated, while a tear escapes my eyes. These lyrics describe my emotions. I am in a bad mental state. I want to be Melissa so bad. I want to be the one JJ hugs and kisses. I love him so much, but I am not good enough.

Looking up, I realisedJJ is eyeing me, a confused look on his beautiful face. Oh, he is so handsome. This is the first time I look at him in a week. I missed seeing his expressions change and I missed starring at those gorgeous blue eyes, I so much love. "Hey", John B says, "what's wrong Rose?". I do not reply, trying to stop the other tears that escape my eyes. But I can't. It isn't like me to show my emotions like this. I don't bother the others with the way I feel. Somehow, however JJ can always understand it, when something is wrong and we always discuss it privately. But this time I can't talk to him about any of it. "It's that thing you're writing, isn't it Williams?" JJ asks, calling me by my last name as usual. "It's none of your bussiness", I answer with a harsh tone. JJ' s eyes widen by my sudden outburst towards him. If he only knew how much damage he had done to me, he wouldn't be. "Give it to me. I wanna see it.", he demands. "NO!", I respond yelling, while more tears begin to run on my cheeks. "What the fuck is up with you Williams ? You stop talking to me for a week and now you will not let me read what you're writing. Do you think this is okay?", JJ snaps too, yelling at me, looking me straight in the eye. "Like you care about me not talking to you", I say sarcasticaly in a much lower voice. "Of course I fucking care Williams. You would not even look at me the entire time. Why?" "Why do you fucking care? You don't need me anyway, now that you have found a girlfriend, do you?" I know how jealous I sound, but i can't help it anymore. My four friends and Melissa look at as confused, although the last one looks pretty annoyed too. "Is that it? You act all weird because I have a girl? Or because that girl isn't you? It's the kiss, isn't it? Are you jealous Rosalie?",JJ replies with a tone of brag in his voice. He is being so mean and arrogant right now, like my feelings don't matter. He knows how I feel, but he doesn't care. This hurts. A lot. And the fact that he used my whole name, makes it worse, because I can tell how serious this is. All five of the others gasp when the hear about our kiss. "What the fuck?", Melissa starts talikng. "You want my man, bitch? Well it ain't gonna happen. He's mine.", she says looking at me. I give her a deadly stare, unable to speak. But it is good enough, cause if looks could kill, she would now be dead. I see as JJ turns around to look at his so called hirlfriend, his face red drom anger. "I am not a fucking object you can call your own!", he yells at Melissa. Her eyes open widely, scared of his angry outburst. John B interfears, trying to calm him down, but JJ, just pushes him away, turning his gaze towards me again. "Well", he says, "I am waiting for an answer Rosalie", he tells me angrily. I just stare at him, words unable to escape my mouth. "I...I am...I gotta go", I mumble looking away. "Rose", I hearKiara and Sarah say in unision, but I don't turn to look at them, alredy imagining the looks of pity for me im their eyes. I quickly leave John B' s house, while hearing him and my two girl best friends yelling at me to come back. I start running, in order to go home. I need to get away from here as quickly as possible. Oh, how emotionaly exhausted I feel...

Part 2 is out too

[mrsedmercer]

Steamy Love (A Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Chapter 22: ~Gossip~

Summary: Now that filming has officially wrapped, you and Tom can get to the interviews! Though your first one takes an odd turn. A turn you refuse to let end on a bad note.

Warnings: Trash talk towards a certain ex of Tom Hiddleston.

Read it on my Wattpad: Wattpad.com/HiddlesStar

Word count: 1412

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr @deviantsendbyreallife @bookgirlunicorn @cherrygeek86

After a couple more days, your friend returned home. The first couple days without them here really reminded you of home, and how much you missed it. You could really feel the homesickness creeping in. You're sure Tom had noticed it too, but you two never talked about it. Y'all still have amazing sex, of course, and your doubts nearly melt away anytime he looks at you, or smiles, or laughs, or blinks...

You may be in love with him. You're still not exactly sure, but something's there. Something stronger than before.

A couple more weeks went by. Filming was completely done, though you and Tom were asked to stay in the area for another month, just in case you needed to do reshoots. Tom's hair had really grown by the end of the month. You knew he was keeping it long partially for Betrayal, the Harold Pinter play he is said to star in. His beard was more ginger than you thought it'd be, though he'd always remind you that he always had a lot of natural ginge in his hair as a teen. You were so used to him with brown hair. You liked the beard, though. His jaw looked hella nice with it. You've just been kinda stroking it when you lay together in bed, among other things on him.

You and Tom weren't entirely done with the film, though. Now were some of the fun parts of starring in a film.

The interviews!

You and Tom had one scheduled later for today. You've never been in an interview like this before, so you were a little nervous. Tom was calming you down and explaining how it works.

...I mean, you were laying in bed naked with him, so it was easy for him to calm you.

"I promise you, the interviewers I've had have always been very polite. They're very kind people." Tom reassured you, softly caressing your bare arm as he held you against his chest.

"I just hope I don't make a fool out of myself.." You admitted, nuzzling his chest some. "And I hope that I'm not ignored...but I also want some attention, y'know?.." You chuckled a bit. "Oh man, I really didn't think I'd get to this point..."

"What, the interview? Or laying here naked with me for the 20th day in a row?" Tom asked jokingly, making you chuckle again.

"The interview, smartass.." You nudged Tom, making him laugh a bit."I just hope I get it right."

"Well, there's no real way to get an interview 'wrong', unless you're just rude.." Tom replied. "Which I highly doubt you'd be."

"But what if I get a question wrong? Or can't answer a certain question because it might be spoilery?" You asked with a slight pout.

"Then I'll answer it for you." Tom smiled. "Interviews like the ones we're going to are pretty edited when they air. Any fumbles will surely be edited out. I promise you.."

You gave a little smile, giving him a soft peck on the lips. "Your voice is soothing to listen to.." You admitted. You genuinely felt better already, just because of his voice.

"Oh?.." He smiled at you, pecking the side of your head. "You like my voice?.." His tone changed, becoming slightly mischievous.

"Hey, relax, big dog.." You spoke up, turning your head to look at him with a smile. "I'm still sore from before.."

"It's getting harder everyday to resist.." Tom admitted with a smirk. "But you're right.."

You smiled, carefully moving away and getting out of bed.

"Maybe when we get back.." Tom added, getting out of bed to get dressed as well.

You just rolled your eyes playfully and laughed. You love that he's always wanting to be all over you. You hope he keeps the bedroom eyes to himself at the interview, though part of you wants to see it if he can't help it.

You guys got dressed and headed to the location where the interview would take place. Movie posters or anything haven't been publically released yet, so the only photos of you two on that back wall just a single still straight from the outside set.

You got to meet the interviewer after a short wait. It was a woman, which is pretty common, and she seemed super nice. She really got along with Tom, though everyone seems to get along with Tom. You could tell she was a little more focused than him rather than you, but you understood why. He was a much bigger celebrity than you were. You were fine if she chose to ask him most of the questions.

When the interview started, she introduced herself to you two, giving both of you a friendly handshake. Her name was Sarah. The chairs you got to sit in were a little small, but they weren't uncomfortable.

"Hi! It's very nice to meet you two!" She greeted you both with an on camera hand shake, giving a big smile. She had bright purple lipstick on that didn't really match the rest of her makeup, but you didn't judge. Maybe that's just a style or something.

The questions that were asked were, as expected, mostly directed at Tom. There were a couple questions you were both able to answer, though, like what to expect from the movie, what both of your favourite on set moment was, if there's gonna be any steamy bits. You happily answered that last one, remembering in the back of your head how odd the scene was to actually film.

Having actually slept with Tom beforehand, you could tell in the moment that his pants and moans were indeed an act, though you'd be lying if you didn't get a little heated during the whole thing. The crew just thought it was excellent acting, thankfully.

One of the last questions were about that iconic sudden kiss at the clothing shop a couple weeks back, when unbeknownst to anyone else, you had been in a bad argument with Tom beforehand, and that kiss was proof of your feelings for one another being real. Being genuine.

It seemed like a pretty harmless question, until...

"Do you feel like this new relationship will have consequences on future opportunities?" The interviewer asked Tom, who was a little confused by the question.

"What do you mean?" He asked curiously.

"Well, I mean, for example, if I may compare this to your previous relationship with famous singer Taylor Swift..." Sarah began. As she said that, you felt an anxious pit in your stomach. You felt a little sick. Really? Why mention her? Why now? This was going so well before this.

"...While she is not known for being in the acting biz, like the wonderful (Y/N) here, she was definitely more up on your level as a celebrity.."

You could see Tom was trying not to get upset by that, but you recognized that look in his eye. That look of disappointment.

You decided to take control of this interview for a change.

"Look, I don't know that chick personally, but when was the last time she wrote about something other than her ex's?" You asked, leaning forward some. "I mean, she has dozens of songs, right? Lotta albums sold? How many dead roses are in her closet by now?"

You could hear the few crew members in the back either hold back from laughing, or clearly break out in quiet chuckles amoungst each other.

"Am I wrong?" You looked around with a chuckle. "You wanna know what Tom doesn't have to worry about? Me throwing away his gifts and signs of affection for a new word document on my expensive laptop.."

You could tell the interviewer was rather shocked to hear that, though it was hard to tell if she was personally offended or impressed. Tom was clearly hiding a smile. He was definitely impressed, and was shifting around to stop himself from laughing. That meant a lot to him.

"That's a wrap!" Someone on set called, allowing the interviewer to give one final awkward goodbye before walking off with her paper. Tom looked at you, giving a slight chuckle.

"I really hope they leave that in.." He admitted, making you smile brightly.

You made sure to ask the right person for a copy of the full, unedited interview just before you and Tom would return home. You couldn't wait to tell the stream chat about this tomorrow.

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Being a wife to an inmate, society’s “hated “

Being the wife of someone who the "normal" people hate would seem worse than it is to a lot of people that follow the society's view of how people should live. Especially when your husband was the top story on every news station from here to England. No, we don't get comments and hate mail but I do get to be told “he's using you,'' “ I cant believe your still staying with him”, “ your relationship is a joke”, I've heard it all. From every end of the rude scale from “ uh did you just say what I think you said?” All the way to “ what did u just say? I’ll knock your teeth out!” You’d be surprised with how mean people can be and it’s very sad that it’s not uncommon to be treated that way. Anyways.

All they know is what they twisted to make sound better of the news channels. They don’t know that there were good reasons and good intentions behind what lies they were hearing on tv. Even now almost two years later no one knows that he's really changed Alot since he was arrested. He just doesn't talk to know one anymore. But I saw him when he thought he lost me, I saw him when he had to face his actions and think about someone other than himself and how those actions affected them.. I saw everything. Every breakthrough, realization, smack to the face, every lesson he had to learn.I worried for 10days till I got to hear his voice and know he was ok.. 10 days all I knew was that he was in jail. All I knew was the lies they were feeding the world on the news .. "he was tased two times and swallowed a golf ball size baggie.” The lawyer called me and told me he was incoherent and couldn't lift his head!

This was the 4th time he had been on the news and the worst reputation it gave him. You must be wondering what in the world happened by now. Well July 25th 2018 me, him, and Sarah Wilson were couch hopping and living out of a car. I went to work and that afternoon no one showed up to get me. That day they got pulled on the way to pick me up and he started resisting. Why there were 5 cops in normal clothes on him off the bat I will never know. But Sarah never made it out of that stop alive. They claimed she got a 410 judge with bird shots loaded into it and put it in her mouth and pulled the trigger. While handcuffed behind her back.. she was 19 years old..

I can't tell you how many fights I got into with people defending him.. I have done it every time I had to since I was 14 and I will continue to defend him until I take my last breath.

Now you get it dont you. You may even remember the story on tv. It was world wide.

Since the day we got back tougher..September 20th 2017 till today Jan 10, 2020 he has home 4 months and 2 of those months he was off in a bipolar mental break doing God knows what. Deep down he had a plan and he knew what he was doing.

He had this plan to make a lot of cash fast to get us a home and out of my mom's house. It's just didn't work. So here I am. Being a prison wife sucks. Being in love with the one inmate whose prescribed the highest dose of many different meds they can legally give someone is harder. It's more than loving him I don't know how in the hell I got lucky enough to meet the one person in this Galaxy that was made to complete me.. but I did.. and I got to meet him when I was 12. It's so much more than first love, soulmates whatever you can try to label it.. It's so much more than soulmates in fact.

But even tho he's my person and I'm his.. that don't change the fact that prison wife life isn't fun, it's lonely , depressing, frustrating, expensive, I get to look forward to visits on a TV screen or my phone screen , and 1-3 10 min phone calls a day. I have to deal with his attitude because he's not home and mad at himself for it and take it out on me, I have to deal with the opinions on life money and how to handle things without any help on the out comes of those opinions and when their are not followed I have to deal with the fighting.I got to handle the missed holidays and birthdays that he's all in his feelings about not being home for. I have the court dates to stress about and if more time is added and how much.. it's all me. I hustle phone money . I hustle up every penny for my phone. He's hardly gotten any cantine this time cause I don't have a job. So the theory of him using me don't make sense.

Being a prison wife is total bullshit. You basically become this emotionless heartless empty shell. But during those phone calls and visit I feel alive again. Possibly even more than I did before. when he's home.... ITS MY BLISS. I could be in a cardboard box and be perfectly happy as long as he's by my side. If you ever hear us talk when the phone connects you'll heard us say Carbon atom it holds a special meaning to us. Everything in the world has at least one carbon atom in it .. so by saying carbon atom it means we are saying we love each other more than anything even the atom that is in everything. No one gets it and I don't care but he's my person and I can't give up on him he couldn't give up on me either. He's my everything. He's my other half.

We had our last and finally court date a few days ago. Between 2 city’s one causing the other to come after is in the first place. He got 5 years for Chesapeake 2 more left to go for them. And Va beach gave us a blessing, with 19 years over his head already form old charges we walked in there and fought told our side and with 4 probation violations and 2 felony drug charges and is severely bad record.. they gave him 2 years to starve AND RAN CONCURRENT. That’s a record for us they never do that and we left there with the judge and prosecutor in tears giving him words of encouragement and telling him that they don’t think that he’s a throw away case that he can make something out of what we have been thru. And we will. My baby will be home in 2 years and 4 months.