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talltalesandbedtimestories · 7 months

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“If You Don’t Look Good, We Don’t Look Good” - Dean x Reader

Rating Explicit

Dean x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Angst, Humor, Shameless Smut (I got carried away), Cameo Appearance by Soft!Dom Dean, Unprotected Sex

Word Count: 4200

You and Sam had decided on a code to use in the most grievous, world-shattering of situations.

Full Dean Meltdown

Neither one of you have had to use it – until you get a text from Sam. A case has gone all kinds of awful for Dean. You are not ready for the version of Dean you have to face in the aftermath.

Notes: This is total self-indulgence because I miss This Dean.

I'm participating in @jacklesversebingo and this part will fill my "Hair Pulling" square.

Image created in Canva (links for photos used - found on Google: Jensen Ackles, Liverpool Comic Con, 2023; Jensen Ackles Photo Shoot

You stare, mid-muffin chew, at Sam’s text.

“Fuck me.” A few stray crumbs and a rogue blueberry land on a page of lore you should probably be more careful with. But you can’t be bothered with MOL reference handling procedures at the moment.

This is Red Alert. Defcon 5. Designated Survivor Mode Activated.

You and Sam had decided on a code to use in the most grievous, world-shattering of situations.

Full Dean Meltdown

“Fuck.” There’s no point in continuing to curse to yourself. “Fuck.” But you can’t help it. Neither one of you has ever had to use it before. You’d come close a few times.

The book is forgotten, pushed to the side on the table surface. Your fingers glide over the phone’s keyboard.

Is he alright?!? What happened? Please, tell me this is a joke?

I wouldn’t joke about this. Sam’s words bubble up, line by line. Well, I made the mistake of joking right after it happened. It’s gotten progressively worse the entire drive back. He hasn’t said a single word since we got in the car. IDK what’s gonna happen.

“Fuck.”

Should I evacuate? How much time do I have?

Just pulled into the garage.

Shit, Sam! Do you not understand how a code word for disaster preparedness works? One needs enough time to actually prepare for the disaster!

You wait. More bubbles. Then nothing. Maybe Sam didn’t make it out alive. Maybe you should make a run for it through the war room and up the stairs. Save yourself.

I received some communication. He’s headed straight for the showers. Meet you in the lab.

“A what?”

“Musca.” Sam sighs. “Ever seen ‘The Fly’?”

“On cable years ago, filtered through my fingers.”

Sam continues. “They secrete this sticky goo to build a nest.” His mouth crinkles. “Dean landed in it.”

“The nest?” you ask.

“The goo. A puddle of the stuff. Monster fluids freak him out.”

You shiver in disgust at the thought. “Fuck creature feature fluids. 100% in agreement.”

“So, we tracked the musca to its hideout in an abandoned factory. We split up when we got inside…”

“Why do you always split up?” you ask, following it with a frustrated groan.

Sam purses his lips and then proceeds. “When I found him, he was basically glued to this massive conveyor belt holding the goo like it was a kiddie pool. I had to cut him out of most of his clothes to free him.”

The thought of a half-naked Dean has you shiver for other reasons. “Poor guy,” you add in an effort to express sympathy over your dirty thoughts.

Sam chuckles.

You straighten with worry Sam has figured out your crush on his brother. Ready to dispute any yearnings, you add a grumbly edge to your voice and the question. “What was funny about any of that?”

Sam fists long strands on the right side of his scalp high in the air. “Even his hair got stuck to the belt. I had to hack half of it off.” He fingers his bangs back into effortless waves. “Once we killed it, Dean mumbled, ‘Vidal Sassoon you ain’t, fucker.’”

You shrug, confused. “Well, I mean, I get the trauma from the nasty gnat excretions. But that doesn’t explain why you had to warn of a possible Dean disaster.”

Sam’s gaze tears from yours to stare at the floor by his boots.

“Sam?”

He lifts a shoulder. “I might have said something like, ‘We can’t all be masterful hunters with glorious locks.’”

You frown. “Sam…”

Sam raises a hand in defense. “Hey, maybe now he’ll finally shut up about my hair being a liability. I mean, hello, I’ve still got mine.”

The temptation to knock on Dean’s bedroom door is great. But you refrain, hiding away in yours instead. He’ll be better in the morning, you decide. Especially if you fry up some bacon.

A light rap of knuckles against mahogany distracts you from the latest show binge on your laptop. You pause the action. “Yeah?”

“Got a minute?” Even with the question, Dean’s tone sounds like a command.

You gulp. “Sure.” Rotating in the seat, your hand grips the top of the backrest. You’ll try to hold the line against the Dean Winchester Offensive.

The door swings slowly on its hinges. Dean slinks into your space. It’s the opposite of his usual bluster and humorous bellows that lead to inevitable laughter on your end. His slippers shuffle along the tile. He’s wearing roomy sweats and a dark t-shirt that hugs his torso. A folded towel is wedged into the crook of his arm.

Your brain locks onto two things that appear off about Dean. The first thing totally out of place on the masterpiece before you is the baseball cap.

In the next second, you remember why he’s wearing it. It’s not because he’s undercover as a delivery driver or Fish and Wildlife Game Warden.

Dean does not want you to see his hair in its current state.

The second thing makes your pulse quicken. His beard is… gone. You can’t remember the last time you saw him even close to clean-shaven. You forgot what that sharp jawline used to do to your insides.

“Hey.” You don your best don’t-let-on-to-anything smile.

Dean scrutinizes you as if you are a witness in his rapid-fire way and then huffs. “Son of a bitch told you, didn’t he?”

You decide not to remind Dean he and Sam share the same mother. “He did. I’m sorry. You okay?”

The door clicks shut. “I’ll live. Sam might not see the light of day, though.”

You ignore the murder threat, instead focusing on a new scent in the air. You sniff, nostrils flaring with the deep inhale. Dean smells like he’s working on an amazing beach tan.

He nods at your reaction. “Coconut Oil. I had to use all that was in the kitchen for…” He circles his lower body with a finger and eventually points to the baseball cap.

“Did it do the trick?”

“Better than I hoped. I even got all that nasty shit out of my hair.” His weight shifts from one foot to the other. “But I need a favor.”

“At your disposal.” Still seated, you somersault your hand as if addressing royalty.

That at least cracks a tiny smile into his serious veneer. “I had to take a razor to my hair and cut it pretty short. Can you clean me up in the back?”

You clutch your chest and gasp in the most dramatic fashion you can muster. “You trust me to touch your hair?”

“I trust you with my life, wiseass.” Dean smirks. “Can the sass and help a guy out, would ya?”

A warmth blossoms in your heart at Dean’s words. The heat spreads to your skin. You wave a hand at the towel and clear your throat. “Those the accouterments?”

Dean quirks a brow and grins. “Croutons?”

“And you call me the wiseass.” You sigh.

He shrugs with a nod in agreement. He drops the towel on the desk and lifts one of the corners to reveal the electric razor inside.

“Okay. Here’s as good a place as any, I suppose.” You rise from your seat, close the laptop, and move it to your dresser.

“You sure? We can go to the bathroom.” He thumbs at the door.

You wave a hand at the chair you vacated, now standing behind it. “Here’s good.”

Dean sits. The wooden chair creaks.

“Towel.”

Dean grabs the razor before passing the towel. You flap the fabric, channel your inner toreador, and let it billow over Dean’s frame like a sail. When it settles, you wrap and tuck it into the back of the collar.

Moments like this are pure indulgence. Getting within close proximity of Dean years ago left your brain unable to process the simplest tasks. Breathing. Blinking. Talking. Eventually, you got a handle on your senses. Now, you could treat yourself to the experience of him on occasion in a myriad of ways. No one had to be the wiser that the mundane helped create many fantasies.

“Razor.”

Dean chuckles, presenting you with the razor over his shoulder. “It’s not surgery.”

“Hey, appreciate the seriousness with which I’m embracing this endeavor.” You step to his left. “Dean?”

He lifts his head to peer up from under the brim of his cap. “Yeah?” His blinks emphasize the question.

All that does is force you to focus on his pretty lashes and the eye color he’s daring you to try and describe in your head. The cheekbones and the manicured five o’clock shadow aren’t helping matters either. You swallow and remember what’s supposed to happen next. “Can’t do much with that hat on your head.”

“Oh. Right.” He sighs. “Just, no laughing, alright?”

You place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze softly in confirmation. “No laughing. Promise.”

Dean exhales. You suck in your lips and hold your breath. He closes his eyes and peels the cap off.

You stare dumbfounded.

“Say whatever you gotta say,” Dean mumbles with scrunched features and shut lids.

Your vision clouds. Heart races. “It’s…”

“Awful,” he interrupts.

“Perfect,” you whisper.

Eyes open at the word. His gaze shoots up to meet yours. “Huh?”

Gone are the 90s dreamboat bangs he’s been growing out and tending to since 2020. In their place are a couple of directionless inches that need gel after the scrubbing, clipping, and hat matting. The Musca goo must have done most of its damage around the sides and back. In those areas, he’s shaved it short and close, done his best to fashion a fade that you imagine was muscle memory for him even after all these years. You eye the spot at the base of his skull that needs to be cleaned and tapered.

You’re blinking, fighting back tears, utterly speechless.

Dean stares, total confusion lining his face. “Are you crying? Why the hell are you crying?” He taps the top of his head. “Shit… is it that fucking of a fiasco?”

“No.” You cover your mouth at the possibility a nervous laugh might spill out, which will only irritate him further. Moments pass as you struggle to steady your breath.

“Well, what the hell is it then?”

Dropping the hand covering your mouth, you beam down at him. “It’s you.” You could care less about what you were supposed to do with the razor in your hand. Instead, you perch your ass against the desk so you can lean back and take him in.

Dean’s eyes widen. You’ve seen that look of concern many times. “Yeeaaah. It’s me. Who else would it be? Do I need to get Sam?”

Your head shakes in amazement at the vision. “I haven’t seen this Dean since… damn, since before the pandemic. Since you and Sam made that bet, remember?”

“Gonna have to be a little more specific. Sam and I make lots of bets.”

“The one about you being unable to resist the temptation to take a razor to your hair during lockdown. I don’t even remember what the stakes were.”

Dean contemplates. “Hm. I haven’t got a clue. That was like, what, four years ago.” His lids shade the dark green of his irises. “This Dean?”

You nod. Your breath hitches at the swell of emotions rising. “The guy I first met.”

Dean shifts in the chair and leans forward. Every furrow and crinkle on his face melts away. His eyes appear to double in size as he waits for you to continue.

“My hero.” The whisper is a physical manifestation of how vulnerable and exposed you feel at Dean’s silent interrogation method. You press on. “The one that risked his life to save me… forever ago.”

He lifts one side of his mouth in a lopsided grin. “Sam was there, too, you know.”

You laugh. Cheeks warm at the adorably smug reaction. “Yes, you’re right. He was.”

Dean shakes his head. “Sam’s had the exact same haircut for years. I don’t see you crying every time you lay eyes on him. He’s a walking reminder of the guy you first met.”

“But he’s not you.” In your haste to provide an explanation, you realize you’ve said too much.

Dean’s mouth opens a fraction. His brows downturn. He’s working it out in his head in real-time.

You’re terrified.

A new smile forms. You think you spot a blush on his cheeks. “What else do you remember about this Dean?”

You shrug and tear your gaze from his. You don’t want your words to betray you again.

“Hm.” Dean rambles off a laundry list. “A lot of brooding back then, wasn’t there? I was a really good brooder. Hard to figure out? Distant, too, right? Definitely knew what was best for everybody. Stubborn jackass.”

You remain silent.

“Okay, still a stubborn jackass.”

You giggle. He joins in with a chuckle. Your anxiety eases and you find courage to look at him again.

“We’ve all changed in different ways, I guess. You, for example.” Dean gestures in your direction.

You stiffen. This could go many ways. You aren’t ready for any of them.

“You don’t take any of my shit, for one.” He raises a finger. “You're confident. You speak your mind. You have a life outside of these bunker walls.” Four fingers are on display for a while. He smiles and elongates his thumb. “But you still make this your home.”

“Every second of the life I’m able to live is because of you guys. I owe you everything. I’m lucky you let me make this my home.” You reason.

Dean’s smile drops. The open palm clenches into a fist and rests on his thigh. “You don’t owe us anything.”

“You and Sam did all that for me without batting an eye. You didn’t expect anything in return. You and Sam gave me so much more than I could ever repay. You gave me a second chance. You gave me a home.” You shrug and smile. “You became my home.”

He studies the floor and smirks, stating more to himself, “Not the only long-standing bet I’ve lost to Sam today.” Dean inhales and sits tall, focusing back on you. He nods, slow and calculated. “So, perfect, huh?”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t get a big head.”

“A little late for that.” He grins and reclines back. “Would you go so far as to say this Dean” – he sweeps his hands in front of his figure in a dramatic gesture – “is irresistible?”

You exhale. “I don’t know if I’d say irresistible.”

He licks his lips. “Whew. Well, that’s good. I mean, otherwise, you’d have the same problem I have.”

You drop the razor on the desk and cross your hands over your chest. “What problem would that be?”

A heated gaze, beginning at your socked feet, rakes over you with his answer. “How much I find every fucking thing about you irresistible. You could shave your head and wear a potato sack, and I’d still have to keep my feelings in check.” You're practically on fire by the time his eyes lock with yours. “Every goddamn second of every day I’m around you.”

“This would be one of those times I don’t take any of your shit,” you scoff and squint back.

It’s his turn to clutch his hand to his chest. “You think I’m lying?”

“I think you’re having a little too much fun at the expense of my soul-baring.”

“Wanna bet?”

Dean’s voiced that question countless times. Tonight, though, certainty laces his words.

He seems to take your silence as the only needed response. “Kiss me.”

“Wh-hat?”

“If you think you can resist, kiss me, and it’s a one-and-done.” His brows lift. “But if you can’t… Well, I might not leave this room anytime soon.”

“That doesn’t sound like a wager. More like a dare.” You straighten your stance. “Besides, you’re assuming…”

He grumbles out an interruption, “Sounds like somebody’s stalling.”

Your mouth snaps shut.

“Maybe we both take the armor off for a night. Take a chance on something that could be awesome.” Dean posits. His hands rub the cloth atop his thighs. “I can make it awesome.” The tone is low and promising. “If it helps, I’m this Dean tonight. We can worry about that Dean tomorrow.” He smiles, reaches a hand out to you, and nods in encouragement.

He’s struggling to play it cool, keep his emotions in check. You’ve seen this Dean before. He’s inhaling and exhaling fast through his nose. His jaw clenches and it cracks your resolve even further.

You drop your shield and let this Dean win you over.

You melt, wrapping your fingers over his. This Dean’s touch electrifies every cell and awakens every dormant hope you had put to rest. He tugs you into his space. His lead forces the parting of your legs in order for his thigh to slot between. You hover. Your chin drops to your chest while his chin tips up high to hold your gaze. His body heat pulses off him like a vibrational energy. “Kiss me.” It’s the sweetest and softest request you’ve ever heard this Dean utter.

Your fingers trace along the freshly shaved hair over his right ear. It’s slippery and smooth in one direction, scritch-scratchy in the other. You can study every battle scar on this handsome canvas. No bangs of curtains or overgrown beard can hide them from you now.

His lips part and release a deep sigh. Your fingers slip down his neck. Warm hands rest on the curve of your hips.

“I won’t be able to resist you,” you whisper.

“Good,” he hums. He’s guiding you with a firm grip to straddle his thigh. Then, there’s an encouraging push with a large palm and splayed fingers against the middle of your back. The sweet smell of coconut hits. Your gaze zones onto that bowed top lip. The way the plump bottom one parts from it to grant entrance.

Dean huffs an impatient groan you are all too familiar with. “You don’t kiss me in the next five seconds, I’m gonna kiss you.”

“Is that supposed to be some kind of threat?” you tease.

“More like a warning.” His voice is gruff and deep.

You hold back a moan at the sound, then dip down and do as you’re told.

Everything about the kiss is eager and rushed. Together you’re a tangle of limbs and fever pitch need. You’re pressed tight and right to his body - all muscle-tense and trigger-ready. His lips respond in kind to your every brush, swipe, and nudge for more and more.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” he murmurs through the kiss.

You gasp in satisfaction at the intention.

His lips skim to your jaw, under your ear, then down your neck. “I gotta know that’s what you want.”

“Yes, Dean.”

Another hum thrums against your skin. You shiver as fingers creep under the hem of your t-shirt. His nose nuzzles along the frayed v-neck collar. He cups your breasts under the fabric. A thumb and finger twists one of your nipples even more erect. Teeth scraping and tongue lapping over the other fabric-covered nipple draw a strained moan out of your throat.

Soon the shirt is tugged hastily over your head for removal. Then you feel his mouth and hands all over your breasts again, unencumbered.

You’re a panting, heaving mess riding his thigh like you’re on an X-rated carousel. You arch your chest into his face. He’s slurping and sucking your nerve endings into the stratosphere. He pops a tit out of his mouth long enough to order, “Yeah, come for me so I can fuck that nice wet pussy.”

Dean staring at you, commanding you to come for him, is the tipping point you need to orgasm hard and fast.

“Yeah.” He grabs a fistful of your hair and clamps his mouth to yours. “Gonna feel so good around my cock.” He steals every gasp of air you expel with his inhales.

You’re tingling all over. He peels you off his thigh to sandwich his standing body to yours. He towers over you. He’s stiff and erect in his sweats, pressed into your lower tummy. His hands sweep up and down the channel of your spine.

“This Dean’s got a lot to make up for.” His tongue licks at your lips. “But I gotta be inside you right now.”

You nod. “You got five seconds to get me naked and on that bed.”

Never let it be said that Dean Winchester is not up for a challenge.

The chair behind him is now careening towards the bedroom door on all four legs. You scream-giggle as he lifts you into the air while he twirls, then tosses you onto the mattress, bouncing at the impact.

The sound of the chair crashing and toppling into a corner does nothing to distract you from watching Dean tunnel out of his t-shirt, kick off his slippers, and hopscotch out of his pants and boxers. His hard, thick cock springs to attention.

Fuck. You want every inch of that deep inside you.

He hooks his fingers onto the hem of your pants and manages to pull your socks off along with them. Kneeing onto the bed, he croons, “Been wanting you for so long, baby.”

Your head falls back into the cushion of the mattress, woozy from Dean’s actions and confession. “Probably been wanting you longer.”

Your panties are off and tossed over his shoulder next. “You don’t gotta wait anymore.” He grips under your knees and drags you to him. He slides over the wet heat of your folds and hisses, “Wanna fuck you without a condom.”

You whimper, “Just fuck me already.”

He smiles, grabs his cock – that must be fitted with a pussy homing device – and pistons into your entrance without any further mother fucking ado.

You gasp at the searing heat and sharp pain of him stretching you open. But he doesn’t stop fucking you. He’s minding how your facial features accept the brunt of each thrust and the agonizing slow release of his cock. Over and over. His descent is just as slow as he fucks. But eventually, your legs clamp around his waist and he wraps you in an embrace. Chests plastered together, moaning into each other’s mouths.

Your fingers inch into what remains of his bangs. You pull at the hair and Dean groans out, “Yeah.”

It’s lovely and languid for however long you both have the patience. The feel of him everywhere and inside is something you don’t ever want to end. But there’s a second orgasm building. The thought of Dean spilling into you has your walls clench in impatience around his cock.

“Fuck,” he grunts, face tucked along your neck. You lift your head up to enjoy the view of his undulating back and curvy ass clenching and raising as his fucking gains momentum. You pull at his hair again. “Fuuuck.”

He stills, turns to stone, and you feel his cock pulse and warmth spill inside. Moments later, a hand wedges between your bodies to thumb your clit and trigger your second orgasm.

You cry out his name.

“I got you, baby,” Dean whispers into your ear. And he does. Not letting go and practically swaddling you with his body. The sexiest weighted blanket on the planet.

You smile and stroke – instead of pulling – at his hair. “Who’s got me exactly? This Dean or That Dean?”

He sighs, sounding winded. “You get all the versions. Whether you like it or not.”

“I’d like that very much.”

He leans back to stare at you. “Yeah?” He’s red and flushed and the happiest you’ve ever seen him. “Even if I grow my hair out again?”

You nod. “Yeah. More for me to pull.”

Dean groans and flops to his back beside you, chuckling.

You listen to the rhythm of your collective breathing slow down and regulate. His fingers brush along the flesh of your thigh. “Dean?”

“Hm?”

“Earlier, you said something about losing two bets to Sam today. What was the other one?”

“Asshole told me you had a thing for me years ago. Let’s hold off on telling him he was right, or I’m doing his laundry for an entire year.”

“I don’t think we have to tell him anything, Dean. I’m pretty sure he heard everything.”

“Hm. You’re right.” He’s up on an elbow, staring down at you. “Maybe text him that code thing? That might get him out of the bunker for a while.”

You blink. “Code?”

“Don’t play coy now.” Dean shakes his head. “But what’s the ‘66’ mean?”

You bite your lip.

He waits.

“It was Sam’s idea.”

He waits.

“The 66 Seals.”

Dean cringes.

You shrug. “Too soon?”

“And he says I have a twisted sense of humor.” Dean yawns. He finds the edge of the comforter you both are lying atop and tosses it over your naked bodies. “So, will you still clean me up in the back? Maybe wait until morning, though?”

“Absolutely.” You snuggle into his chest, secure that Dean will wake up next to you in the morning. “If you don’t look good, we don’t look good.”

It takes a beat before Dean responds with a teasing smack to the back of your head, followed by a kiss on your forehead. “Wiseass.”

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stargirlfics · 1 year

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Misbehavior

Joel Miller x Black F!Reader

Summary: It’s the first and last time you ever talk back to his face

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, post-outbreak, Joel and Ellie are settled in Jackson, established relationship, brat tamer!Joel vibes, smut: rough sex, unprotected vaginal sex, orgasm denial, hair pulling, spanking mentions, dirty talk

Word Count: 3.1k

Cannot stop thinking about Joel’s sick little smirk here! I want him to put me in my place so bad, hope you enjoy this one!

It’s the way Joel Miller looks riding his horse, a hunting knife on his hip and a rifle held expertly along with the reigns in his broad hands that makes your skin prickle and your breathing deepen.

Spring is still yet thawing the cold woods ahead of you but you only feel heat staring at his sturdy shoulders, sturdy everything actually, that you knew to be a fact, smiling to yourself about it as your own horse trailed closeby just a few feet behind him.

Being paired with him and being with him period felt right, natural, like somehow this was always where you were meant to be in this life.

You trusted each other now, able to move in silence like this, with his steady and well adjusted trigger finger and your sharp eyes, pointing out tracks, watching for signs of life, listening for infected or raiders, the two of you undoubtedly working well together.

In fact everyone in Jackson said so, especially Ellie, but if any of them knew just how much of a brat you’d been to him in the beginning they’d be surprised you were together at all.

It’s not that you and him got off on the wrong foot, but keeping him just on the edge of aggravated kept you at a safe distance away from acting on your distracted, midday, late night thoughts about him.

He was wary of strangers anyways and back then you were unknown to each other and gaining trust had taken time but eventually you stopped keeping each other at arm's length.

Started seeing each other around the stables more often, or rather you saw Ellie there and quickly learned that wherever she was, Joel wasn’t too far behind.

You remembered showing her the way around the barn, where supplies were kept in case she ever needed anything, noticing her interest in the animals, encouraging it, indulging in her never ending questions because you only wanted to see her smile.

In retrospect you think that’s why Joel tolerated your game of push and pull, why he warmed up to you in the end, because you were someone his kiddo approved of.

Funny how things could change, how a relationship could form in between quiet glances and soft smiles, weathered walls falling at the brush of his hand against yours and that smooth drawl saying your name as if it were sacred.

That was then and this was now, patrolling the perimeters together in the moonlight.

A soft toned whistle that loosened from his lips caught your attention, spine straightening at the signal that was just for you and him.

“Hm?” came your distracted hum, huffed in response while you picked up speed so your horses were walking almost side by side then.

“I heard you went out on patrol completely on your own the other night, yeah? While knowin raiders have been close, ain’t that right? So I’m only going to say this once…start explaining.”

His voice is clipped, a quiet, contained anger in them reminding you of his sharper edges, the ones you’d only caught glimpses of, heard whispers of, that visceral part of him that only raged to protect the people he loved most.

Joel would never hurt you, if you were certain of anything it was that, but there were times where you wanted to feel even just a fraction of his wrathful touch, to be reminded of what he’s capable of, knowing he could make it hurt in the best way.

It’s the thought along with the shiver rolling through your limbs that makes your pace falter, as you scramble for words and then for air next when all you were met with was dark eyes cutting a pointed glance your way.

“Fuck…ok yes, I did but it was only because there was already a group of us nearby, it felt safe. They sent someone back to get a message to me that they found tracks, a stag, just needed my help finding him. Then one of Tommy’s guys escorted me back, it was fine.”

“Doesn’t mean you should have gone on your own, I don’t give a damn how safe it was.”

“Hey! I’ve been hunting and going on patrols by myself long before you showed up,” you shot back at his harsh retort, suddenly feeling defensive. “I know these woods like the back of my hand, I could be blindfolded and still come back with more game than you, old man.”

He scoffed at your insult, another heavy glare coming right after.

“I don’t doubt that for a second, darlin. Just wish you would have told me is all I’m sayin.”

There’s weight in his words, a deeper meaning you pick up immediately and you know he’s right and there’s no denying that you’d be chewing him out ten times worse if he’d done the same, the risk of losing each other an easy nerve to strike after all that’s happened.

A beat of silence punctates the air before you’re speaking again, tone much softer, apologetic.

“I hear you. I should have at least told you and I’m sorry I didn’t, I wasn't really thinking in the moment. Thank you, by the way, for caring about me enough to say something.”

You hoped he could hear the guilt laced in your words, and the gratefulness of them too, still getting used to someone so wired to protect which never failed to make your heart flip. Nobody told you it could feel like this.

“S’alright, of course I care. I don’t wanna downplay how skilled you are either, I just hate thinking of something happenin and not being there you know.”

That had you smiling a little, pulse fluttering at the reminder of your feelings for each other, the gravity behind what he was saying.

Gently you let your leg nudge his, both your horses slowing as you came to the edge of the perimeter you were watching.

“I promise it won’t happen again.”

The softening edge of Joel’s eyes were visible now as he looked at you, giving you a firm but approving nod.

Silence settles between you again, only lighter this time with feelings eased and things smoothed over though for you, there was a leftover kind of excitement stirring in your tummy.

Your ears were still ringing with the gruffness of his voice, an antsy energy in your limbs at how stern he had been. Heated distraction lodged itself front and center in your mind, thoughts of Joel handling you just as harshly as his glares had been making you squirm in your saddle.

A low chuckle interrupts the tiny sparks of a dirty daydream you didn’t even realize you’d fallen into until now.

“What’s so funny?” you feign innocence.

“Nothin, just think it’s cute when you get that look on your face, only happens when you’re hungry…or when you wanna be fucked.”

Again, you were left scrambling for words for the second time tonight, heart hammering in your chest at the way the last few words slid from his lips, dripping with some unspoken invitation.

“I-don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Disagreeing is pointless when you know he can see it written across your face but you refute anyways, adding a bit of attitude to your tone.

Joel huffs another laugh, clicking his tongue while he encouraged his horse to move again, back in the direction you’d come.

“Hm, you were so ready to agree with me just a minute ago, now you’re back to sassin me?”

“Maybe I am. What’s so wrong about that?” you shrug and roll your eyes for good measure.

He was opening up all the right doors and you were almost too eager to walk through them, craving the part of Joel you knew could get mean.

“I’m really gonna have to do something about that mouth of yours, huh,” he sighed, amusement curling around the edges of his lips.

Butterflies danced in your core as you smirked back at him, finding your footing quick, “Oh I should hope so, I’ll be waiting.”

It’s what you leave him with as you surge forward, not straying too far from his line of sight, but enough so that he has some distance to cover.

Joel gives you a few seconds, lets you think you’re gaining some kind of upper hand before he sets out after you, a tick in his jaw and a hungry itch in his hands.

–

It’s only a day later that you realize how screwed you are, facing down the stark reality of this little game you started.

He had cornered you, finding you in the hall leading to his bedroom, a dark glint in his eyes when he tells you it’s an empty house tonight, just you, him and unfinished business.

The tip of his boot moves to give your heel a light tap then, prompting you to move.

“Want you in bed, sweetheart. Now.”

There’s a suspended moment before you’re sealing your fate, pushing the pendulum fully in his direction.

“I don’t really feel like listening to you though, so I guess you’ll just have to make me…if you can even handle it,” you tip your chin up, trying not to be intimidated by the way he’s crowding your space.

Your skin tingles, never having talked back to him so flat out before.

Then you realize he’s already got you where he wants, strong hands snaking around your middle until he’s got one on your hip and the other reaching for a fistful of your hair, gripping firmly before he’s moving you forward, pushing you through the doorway.

A sharp gasp bubbles up from your chest and he’s laughing darkly.

There’s no use in resisting or struggling but you do anyway, finding a thrill in how easy it is for him to keep you locked in his grip, liking the aggressive pinch of his fingers as he moves your limbs for you, bringing you over to the bed, forcing you to bend over it.

Shaky hands reach for purchase against the sheets as Joel slides his palms over your ass, humming to himself.

“I keep thinkin bout spanking this pretty ass of yours raw but you’d probably enjoy that too much wouldn’t you?”

All you can do is whine, too worked up to think of anything witty to say which is probably for the best.

No time was wasted, nothing held back, no teasing to be had, the two of you desperate now, needy.

The heated skin of your thighs meets cool air as Joel strips you down, yanking at your clothes carelessly, so what if the fabric tears in his hands, he just needs you bare and underneath him already.

You work on your top half, wriggling out of your t-shirt, tossing your bra to the floor, moonlight setting the brown of your skin aglow; Joel would have called you an angel if he didn’t know just how wicked your sweet self could really be.

It’s not long before your cheek is pressed to the bed, hips high in the air, the dripping mess that you are on display as he fits himself behind you.

He grins, undoing the buckle of his belt with one hand while the other braces against your hip, pressing down, deepening the arch in your back.

Fuck.

The arousal swirls achingly across your body, thighs clenching as you watch, his worn flannel falling the ground next to your jeans, your eyes feasting on the expanse of his shoulders, down over his chest, down to where he was drawing himself out, already stiff, flushed and aching to be buried deep.

“Remember how to tell me if you wanna stop?” His question is one you’re expecting, nodding with a soft whine when he moves to grind his cock against where you’re wet and eager, your hand reaching back to tap a sequence against his skin.

He seemed to approve of your demonstration, his free hand coating the rest of his length in your slick with a few dirty strokes of his fist before pressing against you, the tip catching and your walls yielding, letting him sink inside.

“Oh..Joel!” your moan is strained, punctuated with a gasp as you stretch around him, tenderly accomodating to his size.

There isn’t much time to adjust before he’s rolling his hips and pulling back, pushing an exhale from your lungs when he thrusts back in, nudging deep.

“Goddamnit, sweetheart. Look at you.”

There’s so much reverence in his voice, big brown eyes sparking wide with pleasure, so much so you think he just might have forgotten about your earlier insolence.

But then he’s pulling his hips back and snapping them forward roughly, setting a steady pace that has you panting and crying out, peering over your shoulder at him as he starts to pound into you.

It’s a sight that makes you clench around him, your ass bouncing back against his hips, the muscles in his forearms, his biceps, tensing from the effort.

You feel your mind going hazy but a sharp smack to your thigh catches your attention and you realize there’s nowhere for you to run as Joel curves over you.

“Uh uh, it’s not gonna be that easy. You wanted to be a brat so bad, now I’m gonna fuck you like one.”

The hand that had been on your hip smoothes up your back, gripping the back of your neck with a firm squeeze before letting his full weight drive his hips down hard.

Your teeth bite at his covers, loud pleas and moans barely muffled as he finds that spot, the one that always makes tears well in your eyes.

Joel relishes in how your body trembles when he keeps himself angled there, watching you choke out apologies and pleas for more all in the same breath, his handprints bound to leave bruises on your skin from the way he’s holding you.

He knows you’re already sensitive, and your body already spent from keeping yourself upright through his thrusts, ones that still weren’t faltering, but he also knew you liked that it hurt so good too.

“Joel, please I’m gonna-” you begin to sob, feeling the pressure in your core deepen only for it to dissipate as you’re eased off his length a minute later.

You let your body sink, collapsing onto your tummy with a defeated cry, turning around to face the man who so rudely denied you an orgasm, whatever valid reasonings he had be damned.

Stepping out of his boots and jeans fully now, you open up to him completely, no longer shy about wanting this so bad, encouraged by how much he seemed to be having fun too, more arousal dripping from your swollen folds at the intensity, the security in knowing he’d take care of you.

You’d pissed him off with all your sass but you knew he’d never push you past your limits and it’s why you give in so easily now.

Coherent thoughts fade from your head when Joel finally pulls you down towards the edge of the bed by your ankles and moves between your legs to guide himself back inside you easily, rough hands shoving your thighs back towards your chest so he can split you open and watch as he does.

Any sense of time or day melts away, your only focus being Joel, only able to feel him, what he’s doing to you, whimpering out curses and moans as he bounces you on his cock, thick fingers reaching down to find your clit.

The bliss and the pressure build again, making everything hazy once more, eyes fluttering with each thrust now cause you’re too fucked out to concentrate on anything but how good he feels.

But Joel is watching, studying the pretty faces and sounds you make, one of his hands quick to find its way into your hair again, grabbing a fistful and pulling firmly and slowly, tilting your head up so you can’t do anything but look at him.

“No, no you focus, right here. Right here, darlin.” he grits out and clinging to his forearms is all you can do to keep yourself steady.

His other hand leaves your clit to grip at your jaw for a moment, strong legs spearing his hips into you over and over all the while, the wet gush of your pussy taking everything he gives you makes heat settle in your cheeks and spread across your chest.

Wrecked moans are swallowed by messy kisses, the prickly stubble of his beard against your neck driving you crazy.

Everything about him makes you clench, your thighs threatening to tighten around his waist the more he gives you.

But you wanted him to be mean and he hadn’t forgotten, delivering a few searing smacks across your inner thighs, a warning that told you to be good and keep them spread.

“That’s it, now she’s learning ain’t she. Just needed me to fuck those disrespectful thoughts out of your head, huh.”

“Yes, yes, fuck yes! Need it so bad!” your wanton cries make his teeth clench while your toes point and curl.

Everything in you burns molten, succumbing to Joel’s coarser treatment, his fingers, his lips, his cock knowing all your sensitive points and playing to them expertly.

There’s no reprieve, no break in how soundly he fucks you, the bedframe creaking noisily from the movement, both of you sweaty and breathless but loathe to stop, so much desire washing over you at the frenzied passion in the eyes of the only man that could touch you like this.

It was everything you had been daydreaming and craving, sobbing into your palm by the time Joel finally let you have what you wanted.

You came hard, the pleasure drawn out for so long the climax of it shattered you, leaving you feeling soft and weightless against the mattress as he chases his own release, finding it swiftly after you.

It’s much later that you’re tucked against him, a dreamy and well satisfied tilt to your lips as you sink into his touch, those deadly, brilliant hands of his caressing soft circles into your skin, against the places he knows he gripped with force tonight.

He checks in with you now and then, making sure the comedown doesn’t hit you too hard, only soft words and praise for you now, a few sweet kisses left along your shoulder as you drift in and out of sleep together, exhausted and content beyond words.

In the quiet of his room you giggle that you swear you’ll never be such a brat to him again but even you can’t deny that if this was what the consequences were, you just might have to talk back to him more often.

Joel knows it too, gleaming eyes narrowing as he warns that your wicked little mouth is next in line for a lesson if you so dared.

Oh..well maybe you’d be catching an attitude again much sooner than you thought.

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A/N: Eeep it is here! This one took me some time to write just cause I feel like I get in my head about writing Joel correctly a lot of the time and with this including rougher sex it was a little bit of a struggle to write at times but I like how it turned out in the end and I hope this was steamy and fun and hot and that it feels real to the character too! Thank you so much for reading!

Let me know what you think, pls thirst with me!

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#amalia writes #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x black reader #joel miller x woc #joel miller imagine #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you

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its-time-to-write · 10 months

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I absolutely love your writing!! This is very self-indulgent, but could you write about the reader just starting at the gym,trying to be more healthy, and Jamie helping guide her with workouts and anxiety of going to the gym. If this doesn't speak to you, then no worries!

you asked, I obliged. thanks for requesting!

feel it burn

Hardly any of the other WAGs are fitness gurus. They watch what they eat sometimes, sure, but you’d flat-out heard Isaac’s girlfriend curse out going to the gym.

And that’s great for her, really, it is, you hate the gym too; but she has a personal trainer and you, well- don’t.

It’s not a problem. You just decide to make a few changes.

For example, YouTube Pilates when Jamie’s out of the house.

Clearing out your secret stash of snacks.

Putting the ice cream in the freezer into the garbage so deep that Jamie wouldn’t see it.

It’s not like you wouldn’t go to the gym, you just don’t even know where to begin there. You’d like to, but the idea of asking for help?

Mortifying.

And Jamie (god bless him) doesn’t notice a thing, just grins and treats you like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and every day you bite back the urge to tell him that he’s got it wrong, that it’s the other way around.

But he won’t notice that you’re acting different and if he does, well, you’ll be in better shape. You’ll have a handle on this whole health and wellness thing, because that’s really what it’s about. Less losing weight and more of a lifestyle choice.

You’ve gone a solid two and a half weeks without Jamie noticing a single thing, until-

“Where’re all the good snacks?” Jamie shouts from the cupboard. He’s practically all the way inside, rummaging around to where you typically hide your stash so Roy doesn’t fucking find it.

“I dunno,” you call as you make your way to the kitchen. “Must’ve forgotten to restock.”

It’s a lie, but it’s a lie you’re pretty sure you can get away with.

Jamie turns around with an eyebrow raised. “Didn’t even notice the flakes were almost gone? That ain’t like you, babe.”

You lift a shoulder as you say, “Been busy, I guess.”

Jamie almost believes you, almost, but then your eye. Fucking. Twitches.

“You’re lying,” he says, coming closer as if that’ll do anything. “You know where they are.”

“No I don’t,” you say as calmly as possible.

Jamie places both hands on the side of your head so you can’t look away. “Say that again in a full sentence, looking straight in my fucking gorgeous baby blue eyes,” he says, and you realize that to him, this is just another funny anecdote in your life. A blip on the proverbial map, if you will. It’s not a big deal to him.

But to you?

You’ll be goddamned before you’re embarrassed about your lack of athletic ability in front of Jamie fucking Tartt, young god on the pitch.

So in the end, you just look at him. There’s nothing to say that won’t end poorly, so you look into his fucking gorgeous baby blue eyes as they sweep across your face.

His grin slides away as he realizes that there’s something else going on here, something beyond the good packet of crisps being absent from their usual place.

“What?” he asks, still holding your face, and you shrug.

He shakes your head back and forth and says, “Nuh uh, what is it, love?”

You mumble something unintelligible, and Jamie squishes your cheeks together.

“Try again,” he says. You sigh. Jamie’s giving you the puppy-dog look, and you cave.

“I’m trying to be healthier,” you tell him.

Jamie furrows his eyebrows. “So you threw out all our good snacks?”

“My good snacks that I sometimes let you borrow,” you correct. “And yes. I did. And I want to start going to the gym but I don’t even know what to do at the gym, and you’re there like all the time so there’s no fucking way I was ever going to ask you and-”

“I’m the best fucking person to ask,” Jamie interrupts. “I make it fun and sexy, like. We’d have a great time.”

“But I don’t know what I’m fucking doing,” you argue. “I’d look silly.”

Jamie makes a duh face. “That’s why you bring me. I do know what I’m fucking doing. We can go this weekend, yeah? But right now we’re going to Asda to get some more fucking crisps in this house. We’ll talk about fucking balanced eating tomorrow.”

Jamie says “balanced eating,” as if it disgusts him, but it’s mostly to make you laugh.

You do, and he kisses you once, short and sweet, before letting go of your face.

“You still won’t beat me at footie,” he says, “so if this is some sort of fucking… strategy it ain’t gonna work.”

“I’d never dream of it babe,” you reply as he grabs your hand and propels you to the car.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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writingseaslugs · 2 years

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Heartlabyul "Baby Girl"

Did I write these solely because I wanted to be self-indulgent and thought it was funny? The answer is yes.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series is aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Heartslabyul

Calling Them “Baby Girl”

Riddle Rosehearts

“Hey baby girl, whatcha up to?” You said as you draped your arm around Riddle’s shoulder and looked over at the homework he had in front of him. You felt his entire body stiffen under your touch as his face slowly grew red. You couldn’t help the knowing smirk that fell on your lips as you watched his reaction. You could hear Riddle start to stutter out before his head whipped over to look at you. His entire face and neck were completely red and he looked like he could barely breathe, “Pardon?” He finally managed to ask, a few octaves higher than normal. You had to cover your mouth so you wouldn’t laugh at him. “Oh, did I say something weird, baby girl?” That was the nail in the coffin. Next thing you know, he was shouting, “Off with your head!” There was nothing you could do to stop it. You wore that collar with pride for the entire day, and if anyone asked why Riddle had done that to you despite being magicless…well, it was hard not to break out into giggles.

Trey Clover

“That smells amazing, baby girl, can’t wait to try it.” You said, approaching Trey from behind and wrapping your arms around him. His back became stiff before relaxing once he realized it was you. He let out a sigh before turning and letting you hug him properly, your face buried in his chest. “Mind telling me why you called me that?” Trey asked, and you snickered, looking up at him from his chest. He could see the mischievous look in your eyes as they flickered at him and then at whatever he had in the oven. “Calling you what?” You said, making sure not to become too giggly. Trey just shook his head before pulling you up and giving you a kiss. You smiled into it as he parted, and you stared at him with dreamy eyes.

Cater Diamond

“Hey, take a photo with me!” Cater said as he approached you. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to his chest, your back hitting it. You snickered at his spontaneous need to have more photos. “Anything for you, baby girl.” You said as soon as he took the photo. You could see his eyes widen as he processed what you said, and you knew the photo had that surprised expression on it. His smile widened as he squeezed you tighter to him, bending over and kissing you on your cheek. “You’re just so full of surprises, ain’t ya?” He said, taking another photo of him kissing you with your cheeks colored a deep flush.

Ace Trappola

“Awe, did my baby girl not do well on his test?” You said, leaning over your desk and looking at Ace’s test scores. He paused before whipping his head over at you, his cheeks turning pink at your comment. Seriously? In the middle of class? His face said it all. “Pfft, what did my henchman call you? Ba-“ Before Grim could finish his question, Ace was slamming the poor monster's head down on the desk. Grim cried out from the sudden abuse while you covered your mouth. Ace glared over at you. “Take that back.” He said, and you just shook your head. “Make me.”

Deuce Spade

“Come on, we’re going to be late,” Deuce said, almost whining as you had managed to keep the two of you in bed far longer than he anticipated. He usually wouldn’t have cared since he enjoyed staying over at Ramshackle, especially curled in your bed. Right now, though? There was an important test for the first period, and he really didn’t want to miss it and lose his chance at being a model student. “No, I wanna cuddle longer with my baby girl.” You murmured, dragging him closer to you. His face was in the crook of your neck, and he felt his face flushing bright red. You could even feel it against your skin as he began stuttering out. “I…what?” He said, and before he could say anything else, the door slammed open, and in came Grim. The angry cat monster looked clearly disturbed at the fact that you two weren’t ready meanwhile he was. For a monster who hates class, he sure hates it more when you guys skip, and he still had to attend. You already knew there was no going back to sleep now that Grim was going to grab you two. You couldn’t help but look at Deuce’s still-flushed face and think he looked adorable like that.

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Southern Mc with a little Trauma

A/N: as someone who grew up in southern U.S. in a Christian home with their Grandparents and getting religious trauma just to have ended up Bi with pronouns, this is very self indulgent.

Warnings; slight mention of a bad home life and stereotyping

It was just a plain day in the HOL, except quieter until Lucifer started yelling at Mammon for the usual bullshit. Mc stayed silent but eventually couldn’t handle it.

Mc in a heavily southern accent: “Listen hear you Motherfuckers! ain’t you got anything better to do than scream at each other like a damn banshee?!

Everyone paused and stared at Mc as they had never heard them use an accent before, they didn’t even know that Mc was southern

He had no clue you had an accent

The file he got only said where you currently lived, not where you grew up

He stops arguing with Mammon and doesn’t bring it up.

After dinner he calls you into his office to ask a few questions.

Lucifer: “Mc, can you please explain why you never use your accent?”

Mc: “W-well… umm”

Lucifer: “Mc”

Mc: “Well my grandmother always used a southern accent and I don’t want to associate myself with her. People also automatically assume that because I am south I am homophobic”

Lucifer: “Oh… well feel free to use around us Mc, we won’t judge you for having an accent”

Lucifer won’t bring it up again unless you bring it up

He knows Southerners can be extremely religious so he assumed it was that because for him it was like “yeah same”

He doesn’t ask any questions about your life growing up and instead uses other sources (Barbatos) to look into it

He finds it amusing whenever you accidentally use southern terms such as “Skeeters” and “ternaders”

Oh my lord is this boy a himbo

His first reaction is to laugh

He thinks you just picked it up off of old westerns or movies

Then he heard you use other southern terms

It takes him a longgg time before he realizes unless Mc tells him outright

He actually gets the tea from Asmodeus first because Mc didn’t want to explain it to him since they knew Mammon would freak out

He freaks out and tried to get to Mc and would have if Lucifer didn’t clothespin him.

Mc doesn’t need to be overwhelmed by Mammon freaking out over them

Gets super excited when he first hears the accent

“OMG you sound like [inset character name] from [super long anime title]”

He won’t ask a lot of questions

Mc may have done impressions for him before so he’ll ask you to sound like southern characters and maybe want you to do a few cosplays

He doesn’t ask if it’s your original accent or why you don’t use it because he’s too excited

Hehe, Helluva Boss wrath ring

He will laugh his ass off because of how funny he finds “southern wrath”

He asks where Mc got the accent despite having a good guess

They mostly avoid the topic of their home life and just mention they grew up south

Satan doesn’t dig deeper despite having a feeling there was something more

He won’t bring it up again but still giggles when you do the accent or use southern terms

Asmodeus already knew about the reason Mc won’t use their accent thanks to Mc venting during spa sessions

He may know why you don’t use it but he still gets horny every time

He wants this cowboy to ride him into the sunset

He’ll never actually bring it up unless Mc does first so his horny thoughts will stay thoughts

He does have to stop Mammon from bringing it up since it’s not a fun topic for Mc

He stays as understanding as possible while containing his horny

Doesn’t notice

I don’t think he goes to the human realm often unless it’s to eat so he won’t really know a lot about Southern culture

He assumes Mc either learned the accent somewhere or grew up with it

He doesn’t really question it but may ask a few questions about where Mc grew up

The questions are mostly food related

Also laughs at the accent

He couldn’t care less he just thinks it’s funny

Well, that is until he overheard Asmodeus talking to Mammon

He won’t ask questions but that won’t stop him from laughing his ass off

he won’t take anything you say seriously if it’s in the accent

He may also ask food questions so he can cook something for Beel

#obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me brothers #Obey Me Southern!Mc #obey me x mc #obey me x gender neutral Mc

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girlreblogger · 6 months

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and then there were 3 💿

don’t get mad. i’m saying what needs to be said and this the last time.

the blk yn “stereotypical” stories are self indulgent and the relationships are unfulfilling and unhealthy. yeah.

i never mentioned fully the stereotype thing that’s associated with blk yn fics and that’s because i have never really understood what ppl meant by it. and this isn’t to be funny towards the ppl that say that abt those certain fics.

i somewhat? get what ppl mean by yn is written as a stereotype when it comes to the toxicity in fics but because these stories are written by blk women for blk women who feel comfortable with those types of behaviors, dynamics and relationships i feel it shouldn’t be seen as blk women writing themselves as stereotypes because the comfortability with that idea of relationships comes from somewhere and it’s not no stereotype.

stereotype: 1. a widely held but fixed and oversimplified image or idea of a particular type of person

that word itself just projects an idea on those ppl and (not to use a buzz word but) dehumanizes them. it dilutes and dismisses the perception and character those women see themselves as and i don’t personally think that okay.

lots of ppl are accustomed to or find comfort in certain dynamics and behaviors for so many different and very personal reasons. (whether extreme or not.) without even knowing sometimes we all do or have because we are still ppl at the end of the day. so chalking up someone’s humanness to a stereotype is unfair to me. it’s the same shit that ppl did to us back in the day and still do till this day and i find it unnecessary to do amongst ourselves.

that’s why i chose to say the relationships in those books and fics are unfulfilling. the dynamics, behaviors and all that ain’t healthy. if we being real. and that’s more than just a stereotype. i also dk what ppl mean by her being a stereotype in particular. maybe being extroverted? ion know.

but ppl who want to write those things are going to do what they want but that doesn’t mean..

blk women don’t deserve or that it’s impossible for us to have more exposure to more fluffy and healthy dynamics in books with us as the main leads (also all blk ppl cause not just women read books obvi and want fluffy romance that’s another convo tho). it’s also important we showcase blk girls in various ways because we all are very different.

**we should keep in mind a fictional! character we call blk yn can be a ya (young adult) so mistakes and learning experiences in fics aren’t always useless. (though it seems we’ve had enough of it im just saying)

with different ways of thinking, with different styles, quirks, and personalities. right now it’s mostly coquettes, bimbos, and baddies being written almost similarly each time. and that’s perfectly fine but i think there’s something else that ppl are wanting to see but i would like to know what exactly.

do you guys want see her in different styles? talking differently? as an ambivert or a shy girl? someone who doesn’t talk much or someone who does? like what would be the opposite of the “stereotypes” you normally see?

and how can we as a community make some kind of change to see ourselves differently.

those few ppl when i said “as a community”

don’t get quiet now.

but honestly, because of that maybe give writers prompts and requests with what you’d like to read. there are many writers who always have requests open and lots of times those asks are some of their most popular posts!

ppl started only reading or getting used to smutty and plug books cause that’s all there was, (there was an influx at the time) especially since 2020. that’s also when the blk fic community began to grow so there were more blk fics and writers than it used to be. so maybe we can try and do that with fluffy, fantasy and wtv other fics.

**also there are some really good books on kindle for you guys to try with blk girls as the lead that might be interesting for you. here’s some of my suggestions: sunny disposition! and excuse me while i ugly cry! (these are just from the top of my head)

i personally have noticed so much about myself from reading more wholesome stories and stuff so reading other fics or books sometimes isn’t for me. it’s books i’ve read that i look back at and see how much i have grown from what i used to be into. that’s why i don’t reblog as much anymore too because i want to find more that is more personally up my alley.

so yeah let’s just try and find and create more books that are healthier. blk girls deserve love, kindness, to be treated gently not weak (or a like a child) and have sweet stories. stories and portrayals that heal us.

we can have suspense, drama, mystery, ups and downs, and even rain but i think a lot of us just want the sunshiney stuff. maybe that way we can digest the suspenseful and dramatic stories (that aren’t toxic) in a better way.

like i said in my last post we read and write for comfort so i think we can use this as a way to heal ourselves as well.

ps. (even some “healthy stuff” can be unhealthy lowkey but that’s another convo)

muah

also thanks for all the likes on my previous posts! i was nervous ppl wouldn’t understand what i was trying to say but the good feedback has definitely given me confidence!

no bars

#x black reader #x black reader fluff #black reader #x black fem reader #aot x black reader #black fanfiction #anime x black!reader #jjk x black reader #connie x black reader #x fem black reader #eren x black reader fluff #nigga eren.#xblackreader #gojo x black reader #i hope i’m not sounding passive aggressive but i said what i said in every post i have made.#this something ppl should have been saying

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bigfemboyenergy · 6 months

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self indulging in the sonic x dp x dc thing

tails and/or knuckles could make an appearance. also i have no idea who or what to put for like. the dc part? im not super into dc except for batjokes lore (in technicality) and fics

Danny finds himself in a strange place. He has a lot of questions. After all, it was only a second ago that he was with his family. Where am I? he thinks to himself. What happened? Sadly, he doesn’t have time to dwell on these thoughts, because he sees something awfully “funny” and even potentially dangerous only a few feet away..

Sonic opens his eyes, and blinks several times in shock. He was with Amy, Knuckles, and Tails, but now he’s..wherever this is? He’s gone through some bullshit today, enough from Egghead, and he’s completely over it. Silently, he shrugs as he thinks, well shit, stuff always wants to keep happening.

With a sigh, Sonic uses this moment of what seems to be calm to look around. He blinks repeatedly, shocked. What he sees does not cease to surprise him. Growing up and living in open, bright greenery did not get him ready for the gloomy, dreary city he’s appeared in. He murmurs, vaguely, “what the absolute fuck.” It’s only then that he notices the guy next to him.

Both him and the stranger flinch, as if only just noticing each other. This person..is a human, certainly. Or, well, he looks like one. He looks terribly shocked to be seeing an..oversized blue hedgehog cryptid? Or a 3’ furry? His face shows that he has no idea what he’s seeing.

Danny narrows his eyes, observing the thing, concern and fear melting away. After all, he’s seen worse; who hasn’t, with internet access? He speaks, questioningly, “So, what are you, and have you also been mysteriously brought here without notice?” The creature says, coolly, “Isn’t it more polite to ask for a name first? But I digress; first of all, hedgehog, and secondly, yep.” Danny nods, interested by the way this creature knows English and is oddly human, for something that is, well- a hedgehog, they said? With a small chuckle, Danny speaks once more; “Well then, what’s your name?” The hedgehog grins and proclaims, “Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog.” It is only then that Danny realizes this bad boy is, well..recognizable? He isn’t quite sure why he’s heard of him or where. He awaits his realization with much impatience. It feels awful to be only halfway to a conclusion.

Sonic looks up at the human, no recognition in his eyes. He doesn’t know him, it seems. With a playful shrug, he begins, “I’ve told you my name, so tell me yours,” he edges closer. “Come on, don’t be shy.” He almost sees the gears turn in the human’s head, before they say, “It’s Danny.”

Sonic looks Danny up and down, taking him in. He seems like an average guy, Sonic thinks. Nothing too unusual about him, probably. “I have a quick question, Dan- can I call you that?- is it..weird for hedgehogs to be walking around this place?” Danny shrugs in response. “I mean, before being brought here, I would’ve thought so, yeah? Pretty odd, if you know what I mean,” he states. “And sure, ‘Dan’ is fine.”

Carefully, Sonic drinks in the new information. He’ll have to consider the fact that bad crap will probably go down around him. He ain’t no normal guy, not in this place, it seems. Might even have to go into hiding, he thinks. That’d suck balls. He sighs to himself, wondering how he’ll even get home.

Danny notices Sonic’s dilemma, but can’t do anything about it. After all, he’s just a halfa, what can he do? He doesn’t have illusion-related powers; at least, he’s not aware of having any, that is. But since he himself has a very good reason to be sympathetic..he makes an offer. “We both got sent here randomly, right? So, why not find a place to crash together? Not sure you could even get a job here, so you’ll definitely need someone’s help.” Sonic snickers softly and holds out his hand for Danny to shake. “That sounds good to me, if you don’t mind,” he says, a bit calmer now. Danny doesn’t hesitate to shake Sonic’s hand as he says, “Hello, new partner in crime.”

Upon noticing that two people supposedly teleported here for no reason..the batfamily was in a state of worry. Now that they have tried to research these people, get a little info on them- they, uh..are quite shocked to learn that nobody fits their descriptions and/or the names they go by. Well, except for something they aren’t sure whether to deem it a coincidence or a completely mind-boggling disaster. More on that later.

Now that Danny and Sonic have gotten fairly acquainted, all that’s left is for them to find a place to spend their time, and hopefully some work.

WELL THATS IT FOR THIS TEST THING TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT 💀 and yes i am calling it “The Worst Crossover To Ever Cross Over” it’s a good pun imo ok

#dp x dc #dc x dp #sonic x dc #sonic x dp #dp x sonic #sonic x dp x dc #dc x sonic x dp #dc x sonic #danny phantom #sonic #dcu #new writer #The Worst Crossover To Ever Cross Over™️#new fic

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graysparrowao3 · 3 months

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Snippet Sunday (Sfriday)

At this point I could just wait until next Sunday, but fuck it, we make the rules. Thank you ever so much @dutifullylazybread for the tag.

I'm not sure if I should share some Rolan, Cal, and Lia, or some Rugan x Aradin, so fuck it, we make the rules, I say both!

A couple of no pressure tags and please do tag me to let me know if anyone else would like to jump in and share, I love these little sharing ones. @lostinforestbound @tickitytockityrattityrottity

Snippet of Rolan, Cal, and Lia

"We'll see a dawn if I have to light the sun myself."

"If that was what dusk was like I'll take everlasting light, thanks," Cal awkwardly fidgeted with the point of his ear, as he'd done since he was little.

"Can you really do that, Rolan?" Lia broke the melancholy with a sincere question, her fury dampened by cautious hope, "craft the blaze of a sun?"

"Not as yet," his sure tone almost as reassuring as the act would have been, "but it's an iconic spell, I'll be conjuring an entire constellation before you know it."

"Go on then," Lia sighed, exhausted, "give us its iconic name oh maker of stars."

"Could go with 'The World's Most Handsome Brother'", Cal grinned, his mood already brightened by Rolan's confidence, "that's me, if you didn't get it."

"We got it," Rolan rolled his eyes affectionately. "Could be three balls of fire. I'll call it "Rolan, Cal, and Lia."

"Cute, if zero points for creativity." Lia forced herself not to smile.

Cal waved his hand in the air before Rolan as if he were tracing stars across the sky,

"An Elturel Genius.”

"Flattery will get you everywhere," Rolan enjoyed the moment before muttering, "even an apprenticeship in Baldur's Gate."

"Dwelling won't make it any easier."

"No," he admitted, "but I think I'll stew in misery a little longer. Perhaps they'll mistake me for a local after all."

"That's not funny, Rolan," Cal scowled.

"No, it wasn’t," Rolan grimaced, "sorry, a poor joke in poor taste."

Snippet of Rugan x Aradin

“We gonna drop this fecking charade, or what?” Aradin lent forward over the table, his voice softened and low.

“Thought you weren’t after ‘out,” the Zhent relaxed, indulging in his victory.

“Take it or leave it,” Aradin looked away from the satisfied smile and drained his cup, “you ain’t my only option.”

“Seems like you’ve got enough to contend with,” the older man refused the obvious bait, “wouldn’t be right to take advantage.”

“Right, well,” Aradin muttered and scraped the chair back across the floor, “I’ll leave you to it.”

The same scraping that Rugan’s recent business associate had caused when they stood to shake hands. The adventurer would probably take the same route out of the building, exit from the same door where he’d watched them leave. Or maybe he’d hang obviously onto the bar, filling himself with ale until the next chump came along. Either way, the Zhent would still be sat at his table, alone in the dark alcove, trying not to think about what was going to come of the deal. The fuck had his life come to? He necked the remains of his drink and grabbed the adventurer’s wrist, wrenching him back and pinning him to the table.

“But then,” Rugan said slowly, “maybe I’m not such a nice man after all.”

#wip tag game

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tqftimpost-canon · 28 days

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INTRODUCTORY POST.

Introduction

Hello everyone, admin here. Welcome to the TQFTIM:Post-Canon blog. Here I will explore the lives of the main cast of TQFTIM, except push the timeline a few years into the future.

What to expect from this blog:

The content on this blog will consist of mainly shitposts, shenanigans and overall self-indulgent doodles. Redraws of panels and/or official tqftim art(if you can even call it that) can also be expected. TQFTIM:Post-Canon does not follow a storyline(at least yet). If anyone has any questions or requests, the (post-)questers are always happy to oblige.

The main face of the blog will be Cuphead, as this character was the one to kickstart the whole idea of post-canon TQFTIM, however I will do my best to include the whole main cast into the shenanigans.

Main changes

In this timeline, Bendy and Cuphead went trans some time after the presumed ending of TQFTIM. Below you can see the reference sheets that I have made so far. Whenever I'll make more reference sheets, they will all be tagged with "#tqftim:pc refsheet" for easy access in the archive, in case anyone wishes to revisit them.

If you are uncomfortable with topics such as queerness and/or transitioning, I advise you to leave right away, as they will make rather frequent appearances and I don’t need more headaches.

Relationships/dynamics

Initially this was supposed to be bendystraw-centered, however while brainstorming I realized that I wish to explore their friendship a bit more. Bendystraw is such a funny ship tho I'm actually gonna cry. Regardless, this blog isn’t that serious, so whether you see bendystraw slip-ups alongside platonic bendystraw, it ain’t a big deal. Other ships or friendship dynamics might appear later on as the brainworms capture my conscience (or as you might request them from me directly, that is also an option), but that is for future-me to worry about.

It is important to highlight the fact that I do not condone or accept proshipping. Keep that out of here, this is really not the place for you.

On another note, I need to highlight the fact that I do not support blogthegreatrouge, in fact, I despise them and what they did, however denying how much I liked tqftim as a kid would be blatantly stupid, so you know… Might as well take it and make it fun for myself :)

As a closing thought, I wish to remind everyone who will stumble upon this blog that it is all satirical and that I'm doing it because I'm having a blast creating it all. It is mostly meant for shits and giggles. Have fun! <3

#babtqftim #babtim #tqftim #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #quest bendy #quest cuphead #tqftim:pc refsheet #tqftim:pc #tqftim:post-canon

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youreallyshouldtalkmore · 1 year

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A Boon to Boot

A.N: Same artistReader as in the series Once upon a Time when can be found on my Genshin Impact MasterList. While you don’t need to read them to understand this, there is background info that’s expanded on in those one shots.

P.S: I truly love the Sumeru fam!

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It was really just a coincidence that you ran into your fiancé having a boy's night, with Tighnari, Kaveh and Cyno at Puspa Cafe. You secretly wondered how they got Alhaitham to agree to this get together, but upon seeing you, they quickly pulled you to the table.

“Y/N, can you please talk to this big lug?!” Kaveh started not two seconds after you sat next to Alhaitham.

You smiled indulgently, “About what?”

Kaveh looked around before leaning in to whisper urgently, “I request permission to continue living at our house!”

You had finally been added to the list of people who knew that Kaveh was living at Alhaitham’s house.

Which the list tallied to those at the table.

Alhaitham snorted,“What part of that is your house in the first place? Once Y/N and I are married, you will have to go!”

Kaveh practically whined, “Y/N please, I am asking for mercy here!”

You shrugged, “Well, Alhaitham has decided. Like he said, it is his house.”

Kaveh batted his eyes in a sad attempt at puppy dogs. Alhaitham snorted in disgust, but Kaveh was undeterred, “But you will be his wife. Can’t you help me out?!”

“How shameless can you be?” Cyno asked.

Tighnari added with a sigh,“Yes, this has been the topic for most of the time we’ve been here!”

“We haven’t even gotten a good round of TCG in because of this foolishness!” griped Cyno.

Alhaitham spoked up, “And I never came here to play a card game to begin with, so I’m leaving!”

Kaveh was fast loosing track of the conversation as he leaned in your direction with big eyes, “Y/N..!”

“Look, can I be honest with you? Never mind, I’m gonna be honest with you anyway.” You waved away, “I admit, it’s kinda funny seeing the two of you fight like cats and dogs. I like to pull out some popcorn and just watch this show. I still don’t get why and how you managed to live together when it’s clear you can’t stand each other, but that’s not the issue here.”

You continued, “In two months, Alhaitham and I will be married, and I’ll be moving into his house. That’s what we agreed on. How ever funny your fights are, there are only so because of moderation.”

Kaveh wrinkled his nose, “What?”

“Kaveh, if I had to live with the two of you fighting every single day, it will cease to be funny. Then it’ll become a headache I got to deal with. I try to live a stress-free life, monitoring grown men, ain’t on the agenda!”

Kaveh slammed a flat palm on the table, “Then I won’t fight anymore!!”

“HA!!” You purposely leaned in his direction, “HA!! Boy, please…don’t just dry lie!” You turned to Cyno and Tighnari who were snickering, “Did you boys hear this? He said he’ll magically stop fighting. Can you believe it!?”

Tighnari leaned his head in his hand as he looked on in mirth as Kaveh, “Even you don’t believe that! I give it five minutes!”

Cyon shook his head, “Why give them that much time? I give in three.”

“Seconds….”

Everyone looked at Alhaitham who clarified, “I’d give three seconds not minutes.”

“You…” Kaveh stopped himself, eyes widening at his own folly. He almost fell into the trap.

He could feel the judgmental stares from the table, making him clamped his mouth down in order to try not to say anything in this delicate moment. He needed you on his side!

You stabbed a finger at him, “My point exactly! I’m sorry, but you have two months to make the necessary arrangements!”

“Would you really toss me out into the streets, cold and hungry?”

You were fast losing your patience, and it was beginning to show. You breathed loudly through your nose, “Kaveh, I don’t know what to tell you, okay! I came from another world with nothing. No connections, no job, no money, no place to stay. Within a year, I had a job, a place, friends, connection and money!! Why is a grown man, who has lived here his entire life, finding this a difficult subject?”

“Because he got in debt.” Alhaitham supplied.

“Pipe down!!” Kaveh hissed looking around shifty eyed before stating, “Exactly!!”

Alhaitham rolled his eyes,“That was not said for your benefit!

“But that is a point! I got into debt! That is not my fault!!”

By now, your right eye was beginning to twitch. Cyno and Tighnari exchanged glances as Kaveh got into another fight with Alhaitham.

“YA!!!”

Some of the other patrons turned their heads before going back to their business. Kaveh stopped talking at Alhaitham, his head whipping towards you.

“Look, if Alhaitham agrees to let you stay, then I’ll keep my mouth shut….”

Alhaitham interjected, “Not happening!”

You continued without missing a beat, “If he doesn’t, you have two months. Two months for your behind to find someplace else. But you know what, I am generous….”

Kaveh’s eyes lit up with hope.

“You are kind indeed to be so given these circumstances.” Cyno injected as Tighnari added, “Anything you offer in his condition would be generous.”

Kaveh pouted, “Condition? Ya’ll make me sound like a rabid dog!”

You turned back to Kaveh, “I’m moving out of my apartment, but perhaps I can set you up with the manager and maybe you two can hash out a deal. I don’t know. But your broke behind better be trying your hardest to move out. Maybe, just mayyyyybe, if you're still having problems, Alhaitham will be nice enough to let you stay on another week, weeks-ish….”

Kaveh almost shot out of his seat, “That would be fabulous!!”

Cyno sighed, “Missing the forest for the trees.”

Tighnari shook his head.

You thumped a hand on the table, “That is not an invitation to do nothing, Kaveh!! Even if you earn an extra week-ish, if I find out you’ve been doing nothing, even that will be retracted. I promise you, you will not be here for a whole year or even six months! You better get it together!”

Kaveh clapped his hands together, “I will try my best!! Ha-ha!”

“You need more than your best!” Tighnari stated.

Kaveh was hopeless.

Kaveh glared at him, “Shouldn’t you be rooting for me?”

“Whatever! You know what’s what. Now, if you excuse me, this one is out!” You began standing up.

“Don’t want to join us for a game?” Cyno asked as he began to eagerly shuffle his deck.

Tighnari just gave a silent sigh as he pushed his own deck into place for the start of the game. If they don’t get in at least a round or two of TCG in, he knew that Cyno will be pouting about it for the next couple of days.

You shook your head, “Nah, I was just passing through. Kinda loud in here.”

Alhaitham looked up at you, his eyes boring holes. Even Tighnari looked up at you sharply. Cyno looked on curiously, while Kaveh was just happy to have what he thought was a boon as he began looking over his own deck.

It wasn’t but whatever made him feel better.

You blinked before smiling at them, “I’m fine! Not that kind of loud. I’m just tired and I wanna go home. Ya’ll enjoy yourselves.”

Tighnari began to relax at your words. Your eyes were focused and sharp, unlike the times when sounds began to overwhelm you. Either way, you were due to come to Avidya Forest for a break. Collei was beginning to miss you.

Alhaitham began standing up regardless, “I wasn’t, actually. I’ll go with you.” He shot a glare at Kaveh, “It’ll give a reprieve, at least.”

Tighnari laughed, “So the answer to your reprieve is to sic him on us?”

It took a moment but Kaveh finally caught on and snapped, “Hey!!”

Cyno gave a small smile, “Well, if you both don’t want to. Have a good evening!”

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Both you and Alhaitham walked in silence as you went back to your house. You were halfway there when Alhaitham finally spoke, “Is it quieter now?”

You smiled up at him, “Yeah, it’s fine. Don’t worry so much.”

Alhaitham just looked at you for a long moment before facing forward.

“I hope I didn’t overstep any boundaries.”

Alhaitham stopped a few seconds after your statement, making you stop as well. You looked up curiously at him, “Explain your meaning.”

Your eyes cut away from him, “Like you said, it’s your house. If you want to have Kaveh continue to stay, I will keep my mouth shut.”

“I don’t want him there now.”

You couldn’t help to giggle at his deadpanned voice. But then you felt something very close to you and looked up to see Alhaitham looking down at you.

When he had your attention he spoke, “Besides, you will be my wife, so naturally my house will become our house. Had you wanted to move elsewhere, we could have done that as well. Having a quiet area to live is important to both of us. If it is unsatisfactory, I’d have you say something.”

His green-red eyes bore into you as you shook your head, “Your house is in a pretty quiet area with not a lot of foot traffic save for the people that live there. I think it’s an acceptable place.”

Then to your surprise, he leaned forward, making you instinctively lean back. Your eyes darted around, “Alhaitham, we are still in public.”

“I’m aware. Look at me.”

Your eyes snapped to his, “It makes sense to have that freeloader move out. I do not want to start our newlywed life with weighted baggage. Now, if you wanted to keep him around, perhaps I would consider it. It was nice of you to offer the little bit you did. I was not offend. Having you deal with it, meant that I did not have to; quite a great bargain, no?”

You pushed at his chest, making him stand up straight. You straightened as well, “So you just wanted to do less work on the situation?”

“I told him multiple times, but he has selective hearing right now. And besides, as my future wife, shouldn’t I depend on you in moments like this?” Here a smirk began forming.

You swatted at his chest, becoming warm at his words, “You're lucky, I’m nice.”

Alhaitham caught your hand, holding it in his, “Now, let’s get you home. Maybe you’ll let me stay an extra hour before I gotta deal with my roommate.”

The two of you continued to walk.

You smiled mischievously, “You could throw him out now, just saying. Don’t tell him I said that, though. Let him think he has my support. The poor boy is on a lifeline.”

“I would never sacrifice my future wife in such a manner. But, truthfully, I’ve already thought about that….”

You just giggled.

#genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #alhaitham x reader #kaveh #sumeru #cyno #tighnari #genshin impact fanfic

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one-winged-dreams · 1 month

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Hpnotiq

ship: every dog has his day (cygnus x gallagher) source: honkai star rail word count: 1449 cw: inebriation

i don't even know, call this a pseudo vent fic ig i really wanted to write about him ;_;

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @kylilah @dorothys-wife @the-sleeping-city

@goldenworldsabound @dear-gambler @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitosoulmate @faerie-circle-ships

Visits to the bar were always low-key. It wouldn't do for someone of Cygnus's status to be seen getting publically plastered, Maria would raise hell if she had to deal with the media repercussions that would inevitably come from such a thing.

Much like everything else in Penacony, drinking was a gamble. The appropriate term would be ‘lightweight’.

Misery begets escapism, and libations were the dream within the dream.

“Think you’ve had a bit much, doll.”

Gallagher’s forearms rested against the bar, a blatant disregard for how the damn thing had just been wiped down. Concerned was a description for his expression, but he wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t just a little bit amused.

“Nooo. No no no, I’m… It’s fine. Can I have a shot this time? Want a Hpnotiq Breeze, pleeease?” Cygnus’s eyes were already hazy. His words were already rubbing elbows with each other, but Aeons, he was so fucking loose right now it wasn’t NOT funny.

Gallagher’s head dipped down with a fond sigh before fixing Cygnus with a squint.

“Don’t think you need any more Hpnotiq tonight, sweetheart. Gonna be seein’ blue if I give you any more. Why don’t you call it quits for the night, yeah?”

“Nooo! I’m good, I’m- HCC, ‘scuse me, I’m okay, just one more shot?” Cygnus whined, lashes fluttering like wings trying to keep his eyes open all the way.

Shaking his head was the IMMEDIATE response, but Gallagher’s lips pulled into a smirk. Damn damn damn, what a cutie.

“Not gonna happen, doll.”

“Take one fr’me, then. Come on, come on. Wanna seeya…” Cygnus slurred, his refined, usually sheepish demeanor smashed in the most literal sense.

“That right?” Gallagher chuckled. “Alright then, just for you.”

Swift and efficient, prep was nothing. If it sated his pretty little bird, he was gonna do it right.

“That it?” Gallagher held the glass with his thumb and forefinger, tauntingly close, but Cygnus was a sweet little thing, if not a bit captivated by the scenario his addled brain had conceptualized.

“Yeah yeah! Wannasee… All for me?” Cygnus rambled, his words making less and less sense.

Fuck’s sake, that was a whole different type of ‘celebrity charm’ for Gallagher to handle.

“Yeah, doll. All for you,” he replied, that low tone on par with the way all those prior drinks had made Cygnus all warm and fuzzy.

Hazy silver eyes went wide as the glass touched Gallagher’s lips, the blue concoction making a warm, pleasant journey down the bartender’s esophagus. Gallagher couldn’t tell which was hotter, the heat of the alcohol, or that gaze burning a hole in his throat.

“Yaaaay!” Cygnus was clapping and giggling like a schoolgirl, swinging his legs on that barstool that could be considered a second home.

Not that he was prone to this level of indulgence.

It wouldn't do for someone of Cygnus's status to be seen getting publically plastered.

“Alright doll, you’ve had your fun. Gonna call your driver and get you home.” Gallagher procured his phone, just a few taps away from his frequent contacts list. He was a gentleman, after all.

“Noooo!” came the immediate protest, cute pink lips pouting and all.

“Noooo?” Gallagher questioned. “Told you, doll, I ain’t giving you any more.”

“YOU take me home.” Cygnus’s reply was a whine that was outright insistent.

“Me?” Gallagher chuckled with curious amusement. “Why me?”

“B… Big sexy Bloodhoundsecurityofficerrr- Security officer… You can take me home, right? Please take me home, I wanna be with you more,” Cygnus whimpered.

Well, even more than a whimper, it was a plea. Something about the tone didn’t sit right with Gallagher and goddamn, what kind of heartless bastard would keep a cutie like that all sad and lonely?

“Alright, alright. Can you walk okay?”

The way home was a blur to Cygnus, all he could fathom was the warmth of Gallagher’s arm around his shoulder and the occasional interaction directed his way.

“Aren’t you that one actor?” “Ease off, buddy.”

What a damn good guard dog Gallagher was.

Without much more fanfare, Cygnus was lowered to the couch with the same finesse as how Gallagher would pour a drink. Gotta be careful with the merchandise, valuable as this one was.

“Alright doll, you all settled? Not gonna have to toss you in bed, am I?”

“Nuh-uh… ‘m oookay,” Cygnus feebly reassured, circling his thumb and index finger.

“You sure? Don’t wanna leave you here if you’re just gonna pass out, if you wanna sleep I’ll carry you to bed.” Gallagher crossed his arms over his chest, arching an eyebrow with a good amount of skepticism. He knew plastered when he saw it, and he was certainly seeing it.

“Then don’t go…” Cygnus spoke in a voice that was softer, less belligerent than he’d been all night. Drastic as a turn it was, Gallagher didn’t need to be told twice that something was up.

He took a seat next to the pitiful form lying on the couch, hair splayed out like he could have been Halovian. “Something the matter, doll?”

His concern afforded him only silence as a reply, a bit unfair but when did anyone in Penacony ever play fair?

“Gotta talk to me if you want something, sweetheart, need to use your words,” Gallagher gave Cygnus’s shoulder a little shake. “Can’t fall asleep on me after droppin’ something like that.”

He felt the tremors under his hand then, the feeling of jackassery descending upon him instantly.

Fuck.

“You cryin’, doll?” He gave another small shake, biting his inner cheek as an inappropriately placed curse rose in his throat like bile. He wasn’t good at this shit, not at all. It was unfair to both of them how unattuned to genuine sympathy he was, really. Couldn’t really fault himself, but damn did it sting when he saw his little vice cry.

“I don’t think I’m real,” the little crystal bell of a voice whimpered from the cushions.

Aw fuck.

“Whatdya mean, doll? Talk to me,” Gallagher coaxed, settling in for the long haul as he transferred that pretty little head to his lap. And oh how willingly Cygnus came, how willingly people were to be comforted by the ones that they loved so dearly.

And oh how dearly he… felt the same.

“Feel like I’m some shallow projection of someone else’s dreams and desires,” Cygnus sniffled, and Gallagher felt hot wet pinpricks of moisture blossom on the fabric of his pants. “’m scared I’m part of some dream that’ll just dissipate when someone wakes up.”

A pause.

“Well hell, doll, do you think I’m real?” Gallagher managed to regurgitate his signature lie.

More bile.

Another pause.

Gallagher sighed.

“You’re you, Cygnus. I promise. You trust me, don’t you?” That Hpnotiq Breeze felt like it was going to make a comeback. Something burned in his gut, in his chest, and then spilled out from his lips; “I wouldn’t lie to you, you know that.”

“I know… I know. Don’t actually believe myself when I think these things, just… Feels like that. Don’t know if I’m happy living like this. ‘r if I e-ever was…” Cygnus mumbled, curling in on himself like he could tuck himself under wings that weren’t there, clipped by circumstance.

Gallagher’s hand hovered over a shoulder that vibrated with silent tremors, sighing to himself.

His little bird was feeling the ache of a cage he was beginning to outgrow. And even though Cygnus couldn’t see those bars, for Gallagher, they were clear as day.

“‘fraid I can’t answer that one for you, doll.”

No amount of gentleness could keep the walls from crumbling, or maybe it was ONLY that delicate touch that could break them down. As soon as his hand settled, the contact sent a shockwave of pain that no harsh strike could ever recreate.

Gallagher had seen Cygnus cry on stage, he sometimes marveled over how a person could crank out tears as hard as a script could even demand. But no one was demanding anything now. Ugly sobbing, and not in the beautiful theatric way that was tailored to play at people’s emotions. Those were to get the audience invested in the story, these were for no one to see.

Well no, maybe that wasn’t right. Maybe this was all part of some bigger stage play. Unpracticed, no auditions, no dress rehearsals. Cygnus was the lead, and Gallagher was simultaneously the plot and the audience, the co-star and the extras, the props, and maybe one day he’d be the curtain too, but there was currently no script to tell him what would happen. And he was fine with that.

He liked to think he was pretty good at improv.

#kind of want to make a continuation of this #because i'm not sure if I JUST wanted it to be about cygnus drunk crying through an existential crisis #some even SOFTER gallagher would be nice to indulge myself (hah) in #but i'll leave it like this for now #dream fics #self ship #self shipping #every dog has his day

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thesunshineriptide · 2 years

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Twst boys at lyrics I think they’d reasonably say from songs on my playlist

Ft: every twst boy and a healthy dose of funny, angsty, and neutral lyrics. You will not escape my music taste sorry y’all

Cw// some swearing

Riddle: “If you could coddle the infection, they could amputate at once, you should’ve been- I could have been a better son.” - Mama - My Chemical Romance

Trey: “Sunday morning rain is falling” - Sunday Morning - Maroon Five

Ace: “This feelin’s goin to my head, I’m thinkin’ things I shouldn’t say” - Hand Crushed By A Mallet - 100 Gecs

Deuce: “And I…I hate to see your heart break.” - Hate to see your heart break - Paramore

Cater: “I’ve been ghosting, I’ve been ghosting along…” - Ghosting - Mother another

Leona: “Where’s your gavel? Your jury? What’s my offense this time?” - Ignorance - Paramore

Ruggie: “Dance, fucker, dance. He never had a chance.” - You’re gonna go far kid - the Offspring

Jack: “When I see your face I hope you’re proud of me, I hope you’re proud.” - Proud - Todrick Hall

Azul: “In terms of conditions, my friend, I’ve only got three…” - So You Wanna Marry Daisy - Spencer Hood

Jade: “And every little tap on my shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you.” - Chicago Is So Two Years Ago - Fall Out Boy

Floyd: “You dyed your hair like me, black so everyone could see, our parents couldn’t believe (You’re either with me or doomed)” - Hug Me -Pharrell Williams and Trey Parker

Kalim: “I’m known for giving love away but I want someone to love me.” - That’s What I Want - Lil Nas X

Jamil: “I can hardly stand the sight of it all” - The Stand - Mother Mother

Vil: “My drug’s attention, I am an addict, but I get paid to indulge in my habit. It’s all an illusion, I’m wearing makeup” - Art is Dead - Bo Burnham

Rook: “So I fall in love just a little, oh a little bit, everyday with someone new” - Someone New - Hozier

Epel: “Gotta keep it together even when you fall apart…but this ain’t my mamas broken heart” - Mama’s Broken Heart - Miranda Lambert

Idia: “Internet Trolls always callin’ me weird, I get mad shade thrown at me by all of my peers.” - My Life Sucks - Scotty Sire

Ortho: “Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, select, start.” - Game Over - Falling In Reverse

Malleus: “Be as you’ve always been.” - Be - Hozier

Lilia: “I made every mistake and felt the shame rise in me, and even now I lie awake, knowing history had its eyes on me…” - History Has It’s Eyes On You - Hamilton

Silver: “if my wall clock tells me that it’s four in the morning I’ll give it hell” - Goodnight Moon - Go Radio

Sebek: “If I’m out of line, just show me the door. I promise you I won’t come here no more…” - Door - I don��t know how but they found me

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magnoliabloomfield · 1 year

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The new label “Pick Me Girl” and the return of Y2K fashion made me realize something. If you were a teen in the 2000’s, no matter what kind of girl you were, you were a pick me girl.

But! It wasn’t your fault. During your most developmental sponge like years they drowned you in Pick Me Propaganda.

We had music:

“I’d rather be anything but ordinary please.”- Avril

“Never wore cover up, always beat the boys up.”-Avril

“She’s like so whatever, you could do so much better, I think we should get together now.”-Avril

“Paper, or plastic, don’t matter, she’ll have it. Vacations and shopping sprees, these are a few of her favorite things. She’ll get what she wants if she’s willing to please, his type of girl ways comes with a fee. Hey now there’s nothing for free. Girls don’t like boys girls like cars and money. Boys will laugh at girls when they’re not funny.”-Good Charlotte

“Christina wouldn’t wanna meet her, she hates you Brittany so you better run for cover. My girl, is a hot girl, a riot girl and she’s taking on the world. Emergency call 911 she’s pissed off at everyone.”-Good Charlotte

“Never win first place, don’t support the team, can’t take direction and my socks are never clean… LA told me you’ll be a pop star, all you have to change is everything you are. Tired of being compared to damn Brittany Spears, she’s so pretty, that just ain’t me.”-P!nk

“The waiter just took my table, gave it to Jessica Simps.”-P!nk

“She doesn’t get your humor like I do… I’m listening to the kind of music she doesn’t like and she’ll never know your story like I do. But she wears short skirts I wear T-shirts, she’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers…. She wears high heels I wear sneakers…”-Taylor Swift

“Im not a supermodel, I still eat McDonalds… who says I can’t wear my converse with my dress, well baby that’s just me.”-Demi Lovato

“Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me”-Pussycat Dolls

“I’m the kind of girl that hangs with the guys, like a fly on the wall with my secret eyes. Taking it in try to be feminine with my makeup bag watching all the sin. Misfit, I sit, lit up, wicked. Everybody else surrounded by the girls with the tank tops and flirty words.”-No Doubt

“I’m no queen, I’m no machine, I still go to Taco Bell, raw as hell, I don’t care, I’m still real.”-Fergie

“Everybody’s looking at me now, like who’s that chick that’s rockin kicks, she gotta be from out of town. It’s so hard with my girls not around me, it’s definitely not a Nashville party. Cause all I see are stilettos, guess I never got the memo.”-Miley

And we had movies like

Cinderella Story and how she’s different because she eats burgers instead of salad and worked hard.

10 Things I Hate About You where Kat still tried too hard and wasn’t herself, she was so I to the idea that you have to be what others want you to be that she consciously chose to be the exact opposite instead of doing what she liked because she liked it.

Mean Girls where you’re different if you’re secure and confident in your own body and not an insecure catty girl.

What a Girl Wants where your cultural difference makes you better and also walking on the beach and having a steady hand with nail polish is superior to getting a pedicure.

And how many of them depicted a nerdy “ugly” girl taking off her glasses, practicing basic hygiene, adding some lip gloss and oh now her crush can see she exists and falls in love with her. Or girls are rivals over some guy who isn’t even worth it.

So, no matter if you were preppy or punk, you were putting in the same amount of effort to not be something else, which is where the return of Y2K fashion comes into play.

Whatever you were trying so hard not to be in the 2000’s or your teens in general, do it now. I bet there was something you secretly wanted from the other side and wouldn’t indulge in because you had your superiority to uphold.

I Wanna see a retired grunge skater girl in a juicy tracksuit with oversized purse and sunglasses. I wanna see a former Paris Hilton minion learn to skateboard in some unnecessarily puffy skate shoes and a neck tie over their tank top.

Also anyone who was too poor or repressed by their strict parents to finally get the things you most wanted at that age but never had.

Now we can retrospectively look back and pick and choose the good stuff from that era, like my ass crack is way too long now for low rise jeans, I’ll never wear them below my hip bones ever again, but that’s neither here nor there. The point is we need to take this opportunity to heal our Y2K selves, have a redo, “I wish that I knew what I know now, when I was younger” whole thing. So many of us have shed our pick me girl ways and whole heartedly embraced Women Supporting Women, so let’s redo the amazing fashion time that was the 2000’s with that mentality.

“Most girls are smart and strong and beautiful. Most girls work hard go far we are unstoppable. Most girls, our fight to make everyday, no two are the same. I wanna be like I wanna be like Most Girls.”

#Y2K #pick me girl #most girls #feminism #women supporting women #women empowering women

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