#ok back to my gaming byeee

[toastsnaffler]

enter the gungeon is so fun i cant believe its taken me this long to check it out

[dutybcrne]

What if Diluc actually picked up a little Khaenri’ahn, enough to even discern things from context clues should he have enough key words, bc Kaeya kept slipping up and forgetting words in common and would instinctively replace them with Khaenri’ahn until he and Diluc figured out what he wanted to say. Then kept it up like a game bc it was plus Diluc was always super intrigued by Kaeya’s birth language up until Kae realized he was risking Compromising himself if Diluc or Crepus ever realizes Exactly what it was and abruptly stopped altogether-

[joelsmochi]

Us Against the World

A/N: How easy is it to come back after a 4 month (unplanned) hiatus? Not easy. At all. Sorry for my absence darlings, a lot has been going on from moving to health issues to new jobs… It’s been so hectic that I am willing to admit that this piece of garbage was also being worked on over the entire 4 months I hadn’t posted. This was all I could conjure up, but I wanted to polish this off so I could move onto the next project, so I also apologize for how rushed this one kind of ends + it doesn’t have the same lighthearted tone as the first 2 parts. Regardless I hope you enjoy reading (don’t judge it too critically… I’m begging.) Also I think when I pasted this it got rid of my italicized and bolded words -.- (i am serious about italics)

warnings: 18+, kinda mean!jealous!insecure!joel, cclg/ddlg [attitude] dynamic, punishment (but it’s really a reward ;]), angst, more panty kink, some useless scenes, chance of getting caught, a little sadness and a bit cheesy, lazily proofread so expect grammar issues + typos!, i don’t wanna spoil so it ends there byeee (let me know if i missed any please!)

wc: 10k (will the length make up for how bad it is? no? ok >.<)

Read part 1 here, and part 2 here.

The bar was filled with laughter and short applause from people winning their games. It smelled slightly of stale alcohol and oak wood.

You had just walked in with Joel behind you. As you were taking in your surroundings, Joel had already seen a guy or two look you up and down. He chose not to say anything. They weren’t worth the trouble.

You both sat at the bar and ordered two beers though you weren’t necessarily trying to getting drunk tonight. You just wanted to keep your promise of making him jealous.

He didn’t think you’d actually go through with it, but when he saw your eyes go from your fresh drink to scanning the men around the bar he knew he was in for a real treat.

“You’re serious ‘bout this?” He rhetorically asked.

You only gave him part of a smile and a shrug to say and what if I am?

He half rolled his eyes and sipped his beer, immediately grimacing at its subpar taste.

“Fine. Do whateeeeever you want, little girl. Just like you always do,” he said. “Gon’ and dance for other guys. I don’t give a damn.”

You glared at him when he called you a little girl, keening a dark chuckle from him. He was poking the bear inside you, waiting for the moment you would choose to give up on your cunning idea.

You stood up out of spite and slowly walked over to a man roughly your age, clad in some lousy outfit that somehow made him stand out to you.

The teasing smirk Joel was wearing replaced itself with a scowl. You swore you felt him shooting daggers into your back as you whispered in the younger man’s ear.

“Wanna dance?”

The boy looked at you with excitement and surprise, bashfully nodding and following you when you pulled him next to the other dancing couples.

You pressed your back into his and looked everywhere except for where Joel was sitting, swaying your hips in sync with your dance partner and occasionally pressing back into his crotch gently.

Joel stared long and hard at the boy who was just using the curve of your ass to jerk off, yet when his eyes wandered to you, all he could do was think about using you like that, only with fewer clothes on.

The song ended and Joel thought it would be the end of your shenanigans; he watched as you whispered in the young man’s ear again, and once you pulled away he motioned for his friend to come over.

Another young man approached the front of you, and you gave him a flirty smile as your arms linked around his neck.

Joel was gritting his teeth so hard he was sure he heard one crack. He wanted to keep his cool, not give you the satisfaction, but watching you dance for men that were your age when he was already insecure about being thirteen years older than you pissed him off.

He knew you were just having fun, but fucking hell.

He hated seeing those idiots practically fucking hump you in the middle of the bar. They were feral and inadequate compared to Joel who knew they could never take care of you the way you needed to be taken care of.

Joel had about enough when the boy in front of you began slipping his thumbs underneath your baby tee and saw how it made you tense up so he reached in his wallet for cash to pay for the drinks. Then, he stomped over you and grabbed your arm, snatching your body from between the two men.

“Fuckin’ idiots,” Joel growled at them before pulling you behind him. He felt you resisting his grip after entering the parking lot so he grabbed your hips and picked you up. He sat you in the passenger seat then got in himself, driving back home without saying a word.

You knew you were in for it.

Once you two made it to his place you were trying to get Joel to speak to you. He just gave you a hard look and tossed you over his shoulder without further resistance; he carried you to his bedroom, sat down, and forced you to bend over in his lap.

“I’m sorry, Jo—ow!”

He had landed a firm slap across the back of your thigh and then broke the zipper on your shorts from yanking them down. Your hips ached from the waistband digging into your bones. You tried wiggling from his grasp causing him to grab a fistful of your hair and yank it back.

He smoothed a hand over the peaks of your ass for a few seconds, not wanting to hurt his precious girl.

But then he remembered how you left him without a care in the world just to spite him.

He gave you another spank that burned furiously against your flesh and forced a cry out of your throat.

“I’ll never do it again,” you pleaded, “I swear! Joel—“

Another smack.

“Fuckin’ damn right, you won’t,” he grunted, watching your ass color red. “You wanna fuck some dumb college boy, huh?”

You whimpered and waved your feet around desperately.

Smack! “Answer me when I ask you a question. Do you wanna fuck people your own fucking age?”

You shook your head frighteningly fast, waving your feet around more as if it would get him to release your hair but his grip only tightened. “No, Joel! I only want you—just you. Please, Joel, I’m sorry.”

He tugged at your panties, not too harshly, just gently enough to create a wedge between your cheeks. You were thankful he didn’t notice your eyes roll back and the soft moan that left you from the friction against your throbbing clit and asshole.

“My ol’ ass not enough for you? S’that it?” He whispered in your ear.

“Of course not—“

He popped you again from your words before pulling your panties up again, hating how you said it like it should have been obvious.

He watched you grind into the taut cloth, humping his knee. Although it was a subconscious movement from your body it didn’t stop him from letting out a humorous laugh.

“So fucking needy, ain’t ya?” He cooed, releasing the fabric and trailing a thick finger down the wet spot in your panties. “M’over here punishin’ you and you’re fucking my leg.”

“M’sorry,” you mumbled.

“You like it when I spank you?” He cooed in your ear; you nodded and he chuckled softly, tickling the hairs along your neck. “Yeah?”

“I like it when—… When you pull my panties,” you bashfully admit. “Feels good.”

He slowly let your hair go and cradled your jaw softly to keep your head up. With a smirk, he toyed with the linings of your panties. “You like when I hurt that pretty little ass a’yours?”

You hummed, taking one of his fingers in your mouth. He circled the pad of his middle finger around the rim of your clothed asshole, letting out a hum or a chuckle every time he felt it pulse.

“You’re gonna be good from now on, girl?”

“Yes, Joel,” you whispered against his fingers, spit drooling into his palm.

“Good,” he hummed softly, “good.”

“Can you,” you paused, unsure of why you were still acting shy. “Can you please pull my panties again?”

He happily obliged, starting a little gentler this time. He watched the shadow of your face contort with pleasure while you moaned softly, grinding your clit into his knee some more.

He watched one of your swollen pussy lips escape from the constriction so he pulled them some more to make the other lip appear.

You moaned at the thin fabric being engulfed by your cunt, clenching so more of your juices oozed out.

You felt his finger gently slip beneath the fabric to rub your wet entrance. You exhaled at his long finger slipping inside of you, collecting your slick before sliding it up to your asshole to circle it briefly.

He removed his finger and snuggled your panties up more. The friction stung your skin deliciously. He landed a smack on your ass cheek with the noise piercing your ears; you yelped and flinched, seductively laughing afterward.

Joel noticed the outline of his hand appearing along your flesh, red and bruised. He kneaded it with his palm and told you to bend over the edge of his bed. Once you were on your stomach again you felt him pull your shorts off of you completely, then your panties. His hands warmed over your thighs, grazing your ass and touching your lower back. He pressed his thumbs in slightly to massage you there for a few seconds before he slid his hands back down again to spread your ass.

You held your lip between your teeth throughout his touches, not wanting to make any noises in case he wanted you quiet.

The cool arousal leaving your body dripped down to your clit almost making you flinch from the temperature difference. Your pussy was clenching around nothing, seeking his fingers or his tongue or his cock — anything. His laugh was taunting and raspy, seeing how desperate you were for him.

"Such a needy girl, hmm?" He took a deep breath leaning into your flesh; his tongue scooped up your juices from your clit to your ass in one long, heavy lick. You gasped, surprised by the sudden contact. You were left disappointed when he didn’t continue lapping at you, but a rush of joy ran through you at the sound of his belt unbuckling behind you.

He heard your simpering little giggle, smiling at how cute it sounded but still popping your right ass cheek where you had begun to bruise. You hissed, chewing on your lip while he undressed from the waist down.

He teased his length along your slit, spreading your wetness upwards and slapping his fat tip roughly against the tight ring of muscle.

And it fucking hurt, more than you were expecting, but judging by Joel’s chuckle he already knew it would.

You understood his need to humiliate you. That was the whole reason for doing what you did. You wanted him to have his way with you just as you had a few nights ago.

But you hurt his feelings more than you expected to and much more than he would like to admit.

He slapped your puckering hole even harder to elicit a response from you, satisfied when you groaned his name.

“Joooel, that hurts.”

He lined up with your pussy, not quite touching you yet. His only response was, “Good,” before shoving his thick cock inside of you.

You screamed at him tearing your walls apart with cruelty, clenching furiously around him to try and adjust quicker.

But he wouldn’t let you.

He pulled out of you to watch your muscles flex for a second, then rammed back inside of you; he stayed as deep as he could.

After ensuring your stomach would remain glued to the bed his lips pressed a wet kiss to the rim of your ear. He listened to your soft cries, feeling your hips wriggle beneath him.

“You gonna be good for me?” He asked again.

You panted with annoyance and told him, “If you fucking ease up on me.”

It was an absentminded comment with consequences you’d be dealing with for days. Joel just clicked his tongue at you and dug his hips into your flesh deeper. His cockhead nudged your cervix serving up a mixture of pain and pleasure throughout your stomach.

He didn’t want to be too mean, however, so he pulled back and pushed his weight into your lower back from his palms. Your stomach being smooshed into the bed made the impacts of his thrusts feel deeper than they were.

Your precum enthusiastically coated his shaft, lubing your entrance as he rammed into you. Your voice was breathy as you spoke.

“Joel—th-that feels… That feels good.” Your eyelids hung low creating a blurry line of vision, head bobbing from his stuttering hips.

“You like getting fucked like a slut?” He spat to which you confirmed. “S’that why you act like one?”

You admitted your faults, not wanting him to ease up on you.

“You wanna fucking dance on someone again?”

You didn’t respond, too immersed in how good he was touching you.

He grunted, pulling out of you leaving strings of your precum mixed with his hanging; he flipped you around and wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, using his other hand to hold you at the base of your spine. He lifted you off of the bed, making you yelp.

Once he got into a comfortable position he removed his hand from your neck, showing you how strong he was being able to hold you up on his own. Your legs looped around his waist as he stood tall, your hands clinging to the broad peaks of his shoulders.

“Look at me,” he whispered; not wanting to be scolded again you lazily obliged. He laughed like a bully at your worn-out expression. “You’re so pretty like this, already fucked out like you can’t handle it.”

“Too much,” you complained against his lips in a short breath.

His hips snapped into yours, jolting your eyes wide open. “I don’t care. You wanted to act like a slut, so you’re gonna have to get fucked like one.”

“Joel—“

He shut you up by shoving his free fingers into your mouth, while the nails of his other hand dug into your back.

He didn’t want to hear your apologies anymore, or your complaints. He wanted you to shut up and take it, like a good fucking girl.

He saw the hindrance of innocence in your eyes that tried to beckon his forgiveness. He ignored it, meeting you with a punishing frown. The heavyweight stare riddled your nerves with anxiety — you didn’t want to disappoint him again.

He ravaged your attitude, breaking you down until he got his way with you just like you had all this time.

“You gonna be a good girl?” He asked again, shoving his fingers further back. You hummed into his hand and nodded, eyes as wide as saucers. He gasped when you twirled your tongue around his digits, slurping up the taste of his flesh. “You like that?”

“Mmhmmm.”

He experimented by pushing his fingers deeper, hitting the back of your throat; you gagged and coughed, but bit down on his knuckles so that he wouldn’t take them out.

His thrusts slowed because he was too focused on feeling your throat, something that felt entirely different against his fingers versus his cock.

Seeking his approval, you took this as an opportunity to fuck yourself on him. With your shaky fingers pressing into his shoulder blades you lifted you rocked your hips up and down, clenching around his length often.

“Look at’cha… You need to cum baby?” His fingers left your mouth indicating he wanted a verbal response.

“Yes, please,” you whimpered. “I’ll be good for you.”

“You’ll be good?”

“Yes. Fuck—yes. I’ll be so good for you, Joel. I promise. I’ll be a good girl for you.”

He moaned at your cunt gripping him, smiling at how you humped him. You couldn’t hide your deprivation from him any longer, but he wanted you to earn it.

“Put your fingers in your mouth,” he instructed, smirking when you did so immediately. He gripped your ass with both of his wide hands to steady you. “Yeah, there you go. S’pretty like this…”

Your hair was glued to the sweat on your face and your eyes were low with a wave of tears waiting to spill onto your cheeks. Your teeth waned behind your red lips as you gurgled from choking on your saliva.

“You’re so pretty for me, princess,” he cooed; despite the softness in his voice, his tone was still suggestive of his anger.

He was on the verge of forgiving you, but he still wasn’t quite there yet.

Your arms and core were growing weaker the harder you worked your body on his, but you were so determined to cum — and to do it on his command.

“Tell me how pretty you are,” he said with a devilish grin widening.

You were a little lost — what exactly did he want?

“Hmm?” You hummed, unintentionally slowing down.

“Tell me… How pretty you are,” he said again.

“Um…” Your mind was blank, God, Joel could really fuck you stupid, couldn’t he? “I’m—I’m so pretty,” you whispered.

You couldn’t think of what to say.

Maybe if I compliment myself the way Joel does…

“You like how pretty I am for you?” You asked. “All fucked out from your cock?”

His eyes rolled shut as he let out an obscenely long groan.

He liked that, you thought.

“I look so pretty with your cock stretching me out, don’t I? Hmm, yes, fuck—ah! You make me so pretty when you let me fuck myself on you, Joel—gah! Do you—fuck. Do you wanna see how pretty I am when I cum like this?”

His eyes shot open at the proposal, the only words his mind was able to compute being, “Yes, princess. Yes, yes, cum for me—mnh, God. You feel so fucking good.”

His words were encouraging enough to keep you going, long enough to light that fire that tickled you red.

“Show me how fuckin’ pretty you look when you cum for me, baby.”

Your ass stung from him squeezing where his punishment landed, adding fuel to your rising orgasm.

He saw it spread across your precious body: your eyes wavering between open and close, your mouth pouting with his name leaving your tight throat, your nipples peaking, goosebumps flaring across your entire body.

You were flushed red and heaving and Joel couldn’t look away. You looked so ethereal, wrapping your fluttering pussy around the base of his dick and grinding in circular motions.

Pins and needles poked your arms from holding your weight, but the climax felt too good to let up so soon. You were sensitive, knotty, and engulfed in the stillness you were finally able to have.

“My pretty girl,” Joel whispered sweetly.

You opened your lazy eyes, giving him a soft smile. “Show me how pretty you are when you cum,” you said against his lips.

He took a moment to catch his breath before propping his arms underneath your thighs one by one. Your body thanked you for the relief.

Your cunt squelched cum onto his balls while the air thickened with the aroma of sex and sweat.

So sleepy, you felt as he continued to drive his hips into you, but he was so handsome in the low light of the moon. You felt your soul tie to his own, blending your orgasm into admiration for the man.

This was anything but the casual agreement you two had come to weeks ago, but fuck was it well worth it. His jealousy was a sign of a weakness he only possessed when it came to you.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whispered with need. You wrapped your hands around his jawline and pressed his lips against yours.

The slip of your tongue against his was nasty. It was fucking filthy. You licked each other anywhere you could reach, coating one another in saliva as if to mark your territories.

Joel whimpered against your lips, admitting his arrival in the middle of the kiss. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I—…”

His mouth parted as he brought you impossibly close to his body, and he felt a knee nearly give out from the intensity of his orgasm. He drifted his body to the floor so he could sit on his knees, not wanting to drop you.

His thrusts were small and deep as he continued ruining your sore walls with his ropes of cum.

Still entangled in a series of kisses, they simmered to a savory pace. You tasted each other and relished in the filthy mix of bodily fluids.

You’d never been so sweaty from sex in your life yet it felt so fucking amazing.

He pumped you so full of cum that even with his cock plugging you a little bit of it managed to leak out. You both smiled at the feeling and broke away from each other's lips.

With your head tossed back on the edge of his bed and his head resting on your chest, you just sat there in silence.

His hands gloss over your back and your fingers stroking the wet curls on his head. You wanted to stay here forever, clinging to him like a bear to a tree.

He pressed a kiss onto your collarbone before raising his head to look at you.

“You hungry?” He asked.

“Mm-hmm,” you moaned shut-eyed, obviously very tired from sex. He grunted from standing up again and laid you in the cold bed before grabbing your panties and slipping them back up your legs. You finished it for him, making sure they were snug against your entrance to keep the cum from spilling out too much.

“I’ll go get some takeout, princess.”

You hummed with a small smile at his new nickname for you, feeling him press a kiss to your temple before you fell into a deep slumber.



“What are you doin’?” Joel yawned as he entered the kitchen.

“I am making us eggs and only eggs because you have a poor selection of breakfast foods.”

He snickered, closing the space between you and wrapping his warm arms around your waist. “Well, thank you, princess,” he mumbled against the curve of your neck.

His fingers slipped beneath the shirt you borrowed from him and found the hem of your panties. You didn’t allow his hands to distract you as you spread the fluffy eggs out over two plates.

“I guess this…” His fingers slipped inside of your partially wet cunt, curling just the way you like. “…is my breakfast.”

You shivered as goosebumps poked your skin from the motion of his hand, and you smirked to yourself when his other hand tugged at your panties. Once they hit the ground he bent you over slightly to pull his cock out, gliding it along your slit to tease you. You turned the stove off and gripped the counter, careful to not burn yourself.

Not even a moment later you felt his velvety cock smack against the peak of your ass, and you moaned at how warm he felt against your cold flesh.

“Joel,” you exhaled. “You’re fucking ruining me.”

“Y’say it like it’s a bad thing,” he grunted whilst sliding inside of you.

You moaned, eyes closing softly. “Not at all.”

He rolled his hips slowly, careful not to break you any more than he did just the night before. His hot breath filled your ears with decadent compliments about how good you were for him and how much he wanted to show his appreciation.

Joel fought a moan every time he saw your eyelashes flutter shut and heard you sharply inhale between gritted teeth. His confession of admiration seemed to hold more weight than before. That knot inside of you gushes at his rasps of affection, pushing you toward the edge.

You focused on how he felt, every little thing he was doing: his left hand held you steady at your hip while his right stroked your hair calmly as if you were his new pet kitten. His hips curled into the shape of you as if his body was planting kisses anywhere you managed to still be bruised from his punishments. His thighs trembled against the back of your stiff legs, urging you to let go whenever you were ready, not quite rushing you.

His voice was staggering and cracking, the words I love you straining against his throat from him suffocating it with praises instead.

You knew all of the you’re doing so good f’me’s and you sound so beautiful’s and you look so pretty with my cock inside of you’s were just invulnerably hidden I love you’s, but it didn’t bother you.

You understood what he truly meant and that’s all you needed for now.

His lovely teeth nibbled into the valley of your ear earning a giggle from you; you were so close—so fucking close. You needed more.

You tried rubbing your swollen and throbbing clit yourself but it wasn’t enough. Joel’s need to take care of you radiated from the heat of his body and you craved more of his touch; you moved his hand from your hip to your stiff bud, guiding his fingers to perform the way you sought.

His fingers were strong and thick and just what you needed to overflow, clawing at his bicep, leaning your head back to rest upon his shoulder.

It felt so good to be held by him. A longing that burrowed itself into your soul resurfaced. Ready to be fulfilled by him.

His words turned into simpering little mewls of yes’s and cum for me’s as you clenched around him.

He knew you were just barely there and he was adamant on not changing his pace or patterns if it meant he could watch you crumble.

Joel’s right hand left your hair and held your agape jaw to keep your head from bobbing too much after one of your legs buckled and your grip around his muscles tightened. He increased the force of his thrusts emphasizing the sound of his hips clapping against your heated skin.

His body was aching from the lack of rest but every moan you let out was so soft and subtle that it motivated him to continue.

Your breathing was shallow, filled with whimpers since he wouldn’t ease up on your sore cunt, but you loved it. Your body craved the sin of secrecy that had Joel’s name written all over it.

All the sneaking around, lying, and pretending you two are nothing more than long-time neighbors made all of this worth it. The games. Chasing each other. Waiting days—if not weeks just for a kiss was the thrill of it all.

Deep down you knew it couldn’t last forever; it’d either have to come out or come to an end. But couldn’t you live in the fantasy just for a little while,

moaning Joel’s name a little longer,

feeling the thick cum etched between your bodies,

feeling him stiffen up or jolt whenever your breath hit his sensitive ears,

laughing every time he accidentally slipped out,

getting so carried away that you couldn’t hear anything else…

…Like the garage door opening.

“Oh! Shit!”

You and Joel immediately pulled away, shocked by the sudden boom of Tommy’s voice; with trembling legs, you struggled your underwear back up while Joel tried to tuck in what refused to be hidden.

“Sorry, guys, I didn’t…” Tommy’s voice trailed off as he looked over and realized it was… You?

Wearing one of Joel’s big t-shirts and some rainbow-striped socks, Tommy said your name as if he couldn’t believe it was you. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was kind of checking you out.

“Jesus, Tommy. Quit lookin’ at her like that,” Joel complained while ushering Tommy into the next room.

“Like what?”

“Like she’s a piece of meat.” Joel briefly looked back at you with those puppy eyes of his and asked if you were okay. You could only give him a tense nod in response.

You exhaled a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in before looking at the plate of now-cold eggs.

Embarrassed wasn’t even the word. Distress curled around every crevice in the pit of your stomach making you feel nauseous.

You inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, regaining enough composure to grab two forks from the utensils drawer and take them out to the living room where the two men sat and spoke.

“Here you go, Tommy,” you said sheepishly while trying to pretend that you weren’t avoiding eye contact. Turning to Joel you said, “I’m gonna head home.”

“You don’t have to leave ‘cus I’m here,” Tommy said, his apologetic tone emphasizing his indication. “I didn’t mean to impose or nothin’, it was… Just a surprise.”

“I gotta go shower and change my clothes anyways, so, uh…”

“Here, I’ll go help you get your things. I’ll be right back Tommy,” Joel said. You both walked up to Joel’s cluttered room where he shut the door softly and then apologized. “I forgot we picked up a job for today,” he explained.

“Well, I have been told I’m a pretty good distraction,” you teased, fumbling with last night’s clothes. He chuckled and watched as you got dressed, asking himself how it got to this point. “I probably can’t do anything until Sunday. My dad wants to take me to this new movie tomorrow, and then some event thingy Saturday.”

“Sunday, that’s…” Joel’s voice trailed off while he pretended to think about something.

You scoffed and narrowed your eyes at him for a moment before hitting his arm with his t-shirt. He caught hold of it and used it to bring you closer, the grin of a jester playing on his face.

“I’m kiddin’, princess. I know it’s your birthday,” he cooed against your lips. His kiss embraced your laughter and made him smile again, but this time much more humbly. “I got you a present—but if I give it t’ya now I’ll be empty-handed in two days.”

You cocked an eyebrow up and stared at his lips causing him to vapidly blush. “You won’t be empty-handed,” you whispered. You held his hand in yours and brought it next to your face.

“Oh?”

“Mmhmm, ‘cus I’ll make sure to keep both’a your hands busy,” you teased.

He watched carefully as you brought his index finger to your drooling mouth and took it in slowly. You somewhat forced his finger down your throat pretending it was his cock. You choked on the thick digit and pouted at him with your eyes.

He gasped at the textures of your narrow throat, frowning in a way that let you you’ve ignited something in him. He fought his moans harder than he ever needed to before, staring at you gag and slurp and slobber around his finger.

You curled your tongue against the webbing of his fingers and licked all of the excess spit up into your mouth with a swift bob of your head.

This made him bite his lip to shut himself up; you decided to not bully the poor man any longer and released his hand, smirking.

“You’re gonna regret that Sunday, princess. I’ll tell you that right now,” he threatened, however, his tone was full of defeat and his voice sounded higher from the strain of silencing moans.

“What are ya gonna do about it, old man?” You teased before walking out of his room.



Your birthday was more fun than you were expecting, more than enough people showed up (granted more than half of them were your dad’s friends), and you spent more time being the photographer than the center of attention.

Joel and Tommy showed up fashionably late (you’ve chosen to believe Joel’s watch is set two hours back). Meanwhile, their arrival earned a few giggles and stares from your high school friends.

They tried to talk to you about how much hotter Joel and Tommy had gotten while you pretended not to feel the pang of jealousy in your chest whenever they gawked at Joel a little too long.

They asked if you two had hooked up since being back and the only lie you managed to conjure was, “Joel’s either always at work or with my dad, so… I haven’t really been able to try.”

“Wait, does your dad know you two used to hook up?” One of your friends, Bri asked.

Right now you were really regretting telling all those lies…

“No,” you said almost too enthusiastically, “and I plan on keepin’ it that way. Not worth the trouble.”

“Well, if Joel’s not worth the trouble to you then you wouldn’t mind if I gave it a shot, would ya?”

You resisted rolling your eyes, wavering the drink in your hand around and mumbling, “Go ahead.”

“Hey,” another friend said after tapping you on your extended arm, “there’s plenty of fish in the sea. Joel’s just one guy.” She must have noticed the defeat in your eyes.

Maybe to you, you thought.

Before you could respond Bri was sitting back down at your patio table with an embarrassed pout on her face, and for some reason, you were surprised rather than happy (okay, you were a little happy).

“What happened?” You asked.

“He said he’s seeing someone else,” she scoffed. “Do you know if he even likes blondes? Because I can always dye my hair darker.”

You chuckled, “I don’t think he has a preference.”

The rest of them changed subjects so when your eyes went searching for Joel, you found him standing next to your dad at the grill where he was already looking at you wearing a smile. You smiled at him and then turned your focus back to your friends for the remainder of the afternoon.

Once your friends had left for the night and your dad ended up in a game of dice with his buddies, you realized you needed some time to decompress from all the socializing.

Your dad insisted on cleaning up for you the way you always did for him, so you made your way upstairs intending to lie down for a few minutes.

With your back facing the door as you flipped through a magazine Joel was able to sneak into your room; it was the lock clicking that scared you.

“Jesus fucking Christ! Joel!” You gasped while throwing your magazine at him.

He chuckled hoarsely and leaned against the wall with the doorknob sticking into his back.

“Could at least make a little more noise when you’re following me!”

“The more noise we make the quicker we get caught,” he spoke under his breath.

Your eyes were wide as you took the sight of him in; his skin was beautifully tanned from the Texas sun, his biceps straining against his almost too-small t-shirt, and his jeans hung a little lower than usual.

His glossy eyes lingered on yours as he watched you stand up and check him out. He saw the fear on your face morph into lust, increasing as you walked towards him.

“What’chu nervous for?” He teased after watching your hand fidget with your belly button ring.

You barely heard him, thoughts immersing into thoughts of all the things you wanted him to do to you. “Hmm?”

Even as you got closer to him your eyes couldn’t leave the imprints of his muscles effortlessly flexing against his shirt.

“You play with your piercing every time you get nervous,” he told you after you pressed your body against his.

Ignoring his statement, you stared at the shadow of his collarbone and the light layer of hair coating his chest.

“Look at me,” he cooed, yet you only did it for a second, fueling that same attitude he had at the bar.

He tapped underneath your chin more roughly than you liked, almost like a smack.

But when you looked at his face again you saw that darkness you knew you wanted it like that night again, despite your attempts at hiding it.

Joel could always see past your bullshit.

“You like when I’m mean to you, girl?” He asked. You opened your mouth, ready to omit, but he held a warning finger up. “Don’t. Do not lie to me.”

You swallowed the dryness in your mouth and batted your eyes at him before naively nodding your head. “Yeah,” you said. “I didn’t peg you for the mean type.”

His eyebrows raised in amusement, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “No? But you like it?”

“I fucking love it,” you whispered against his wet lips.

You didn’t need to decompress. You needed to unwind.

“I bet you did, rubbing that needy little pussy all over my leg when I was bruising you up all sweet and blue,” he bullied.

Your eyes fluttered shut as your breath left your body, remembering how good it felt for him to punish you. When you looked at him again you saw an egotistical smirk had plastered itself onto his face.

“Problem s’that you didn’t disobey me tonight, so how could I possibly punish you when you were being such a sweetheart? Sayin’ thank you after opening every one of your gifts and offerin’ to help out.“ His tone was sadistic, taunting…

“Well, it is my birthday…” You said grinning. A heat burned through the pit of your stomach and spilled into your panties. “…and no one’s given me my birthday spankings yet.”

He remained quiet opting to run his hands up your arms until they cradled your face, thumbs stroking your lips and cheeks.

“You gonna count ‘em for me?” He whispered without breaking eye contact.

You smirked and kissed him tenderly. “Yes, sir.”

He pointed at your bed where you went to bend over the edge for him.

His boots softly knocked against the hardwood floor as he paced behind you, pondering in his head how he wanted to proceed.

Despite the curiosity that made you want to turn around and ask him questions, you stayed still and quiet until he gave you your first instruction.

“Take your shorts off.”

You reached for the button and zipper before pushing the denim down until it met your knees on the floor. Your hips wiggling more than necessary.

“No panties?” He said amusedly. You heard his body move behind you so that he became eye level with your ass. “You must’a really wanted that present from me tonight, huh?”

You nodded your head and reached under your stomach, using both hands to spread yourself for him. “I’ve been touching myself all weekend thinking about it.”

Joel stifled a moan at the sight of the creamy precum that revealed itself between your swollen lips.

You flinched and yelped at the sudden feeling of his middle finger spreading your cum around your tight hole making him smile.

“Rub your clit f’me, baby,” he rasped.

Licking your lips you rested your head down on the bed before listening to him; your ring and middle fingers rubbed perfect loops on your bud while your pinkie finger kept your cunt spread for his eyes.

He glanced at your ass which was still marked from his abuse nights prior.

“My God, girl… These my bruises?” He asked wanting to hear your submission.

“No one else I’d let do this to me,” you breathed out.

His calloused hands gripped and massaged your butt for a few quiet moments until a firm smack landed on your left cheek.

His touch left your body as he anticipated a verbal response from you but it took too long for you to compose yourself.

You were just so fucking eager for his fingers to dance around your cunt that you made the mistake of forgetting the arrangement that occurred only two minutes prior.

“I don’t hear you countin’, girl,” he warned.

“Shit,” you whispered, “sorry—“

He interrupted you with another smack, only this one landed on your spread lips.

“Ah!” You yelped, quickly burying your face into your sheets. It stung ruthlessly. “One… And two…”

You couldn’t see it, but you felt the mean smirk on his face burning into the back of your skull. “Take too long t’answer me again… You get the rest on that pretty little pussy a’yours. Understand?”

Your knees braced into the floor as you nodded. “Yes, I understand, Joel.”

“Mm,” he hummed grumpily. “Good.”

Smack.

“Three,” you hissed.

Smack.

“Four…”

Smack!

The pain was starting to get to you in the best way possible.

You knew that for the next week anytime you would sit down on your bruised cheeks you’d remember how Joel took care of you in the way you wanted him to.

One spanking in exchange for one orgasm — that’s how you saw it anyway. He wasn’t into unnecessary punishment, but he went into this knowing he’d find a way to make it worth your while however you saw fit.

Joel only dominated you because you dominated him in every other aspect. When it came to sex he lived to serve you. So if 23 spankings is what you wanted, well then… What kind of man would he be to deny you of that?

By the end of the torture, you didn’t even want to think about sitting down for the next two weeks.

Joel saw your reflection in the mirror hanging from your closet, watching those red and puffy lips curl into a beautiful smile.

“Dunno how much longer we got, girl,” Joel grunted as he stood up. “Best make it quick.”

Your eyes softly close and you bite your lip, giggling and moaning at how his southern drawl sounded especially sexy tonight. He noticed how lazily you were acting and laughed.

“You already fucked stupid?” He said with a small smile.

You turned onto your back, hissing at the pressure on your ass but giggling again at his annoyed tone and pursed lips. “Hmm… Maybe.”

Joel opened his mouth to say something but you raised your feet to rub against the growing bulge in his worn jeans. He watched your bottom lip get stuck between your rows of teeth, shining a drunken smile at him.

“You wanna play around, girl?” He flirted, a crooked show of his grin sending chills throughout your body.

“Wanna feel you, deep…” You let out a strained moan, cunt gripping so tight around nothing your precum slid out.

His fingers slid to the bulky strap of his belt and pulled it from his waist so fast it ended with a snap.

“So pretty like this…” He whispered as he sprung his cock free from its restraints.

Your face warmed with blush and your nipples stiffened at the sight of his dick: so hard it only slightly curved to the right, with a red hot angry tip beaming with a thick droplet of precum.

He leveled with your body and slid into you slowly, not wanting to risk making you moan louder than the walls could handle.

“Need you to be quiet for me, baby,” he whispered, “can ya do that f’me?”

Your eyes were shut, lips still between your teeth as you hummed and mewled. You nodded, looping his curls around the webs of your fingers and legs around his soft waist.

A breathy grunt escaped his mouth. His breath hit just below your ear making your skin prickle with goosebumps.

As his hips softly crashed into yours you felt yourself tensing at the sound of people outside and downstairs. You’d managed to forget your father’s friends were still here, and any one of them could walk upstairs to use the restroom only to hear the soft squeak of your bed frame—your father could.

Joel was just so easy to get lost in. His scent, his pretty smile, his touch… The way his tongue lapped at your neck like a cat would milk. How his hands cradled your waist and thighs. When he’d move his head up just for a moment to look into your heavy eyes.

God, you were a fucking mess.

His cock slid effortlessly against your needy walls, pressing deeply into that perfect spot at an angle you’d never felt before. And fucking hell, you wanted to say his name shamelessly. Scream it and plaster it onto the fucking walls if you could.

You did everything in your power to keep quiet, struggling from how your bruised ass stung even more every time his body crashed into you.

Joel bit the meat on your shoulder to shut himself up. His body yearning to fill you up with his precious seed was almost distracting. Almost.

“Doin’ so good f’me, girl,” he whispered into your chest, the pace increasing. “Might need t’cum.”

“Joel,” you whined, not needing anything more. Your fingers tightened in his hair and your head was thrown back into the mess of your blankets.

The knot in your tummy twisted, curling tightly around itself. You let out too loud of a breath that turned into a moan, but nothing too incriminating.

“Do not make me have to pull out and stop, now,” he rasped before taking two fingers and shoving them into your desperately open mouth.

You choked at the surprise but settled down and bit at his knuckles.

His face pressed into one of your tits as another desperate attempt to keep quiet, but all he had to do was feel you cumming to finish himself. Joel’s cock was sensitive and overwhelmed, and despite his best efforts to keep going for the sake of satisfying you he just couldn’t fucking take it.

You pouted and tried to pull him back in after he slipped from inside you to no avail.

“M’sorry, princess,” he huffed, annoyed with himself. “Can’t handle you sometimes.”

You rolled your eyes but saw the disappointment on his face as he buckled his pants back up.

“Just sneak over tonight,” you flirted, “suck me dry.”

He smirked at your coy smile and slid your bottoms back onto your hips. “I’ll do what I can,” he promised.

“Don’t leave me hangin’, cowboy.”



It had been about a week since your birthday, and Joel did indeed sneak over to give you your well-deserved orgasm, give or take three more.

And his real birthday present was a small Eiffel Tower; he had remembered how you’d always wanted to visit Paris. While he wasn’t the most superstitious or spiritual man he said he’d hope it would bring you good luck with traveling for fashion.

Your dad on the other hand had been quite distant since that night and you wondered if he saw or maybe even heard something that gave your little secret away. Your dirty lies. Had they finally caught up to you?

Or were you just overthinking things? Maybe he’s just been moody or tired or in hermit mode. It could have been lots of things, right?

Needless to say, it was a shock when he called you downstairs as soon as you were done with your shower.

“Hey Dad, what’s up?” You asked as you entered the kitchen.

“You tell me,” he grumbled, eyeing you as you sat down.

“Ummm, the apocalypse is happening and flesh-eating monsters are taking over,” you answered sarcastically. When his facial expression didn’t even change in the slightest you stopped joking. “Uh, I…don’t know…”

“Whose shirt is this?”

A dull brown and red flannel was tossed onto the island and you just knew your face gave you away.

“Dad—“

“Don’t lie to me either,” he said between gritted teeth.

Your father already knew it was Joel’s, you knew that. But he always gave you the opportunity to take accountability for your actions. Not like it made him less mad, it just softened the blow.

“Where did you find it?” You asked, voice shaking.

“Yesterday,” he said after some hesitation, “you were at work for your last day. I was doin’ your laundry and there it was, as plain as day.”

You shut your eyes, a tear of embarrassment rolling down your cheek that you wiped away swiftly. “It’s Joel’s.”

“Why is it here?”

You looked at him with eyes that begged for him to not ask, but his face was hardened.

“Because Joel was here,” you reluctantly answered.

“When.”

“A… A few times.”

“Why?!”

The tension was suffocating; you figured you were already caught so you may as well admit to everything—well, not everything if you could help it.

“Because we’ve been seeing each other,” you said softly, leaning your forehead onto your hand. “Since I got back, we’ve been seeing each other. Sometimes I go there, sometimes he comes here.”

“Since you got back?”

You nodded and faced him again, fighting your tears. It wasn’t that you were sad or worried about what your dad may have done, you just wished you were more honest from the start.

“Yeah,” you answered. “I made the first move. I was trying to get over my boyfriend and… He was there… And it just sort of happened.“

“S’good thing you’re going back to New York soon.”

Your heart sank—had your dad forgotten when you said you were thinking of staying in Austin to stay close? Not just for Joel, but everybody. Your family, your friends, you wanted to be near when Sarah graduated. You missed life in Texas, too much to go back to New York State so soon.

“I—I told you I wanted to stay, that I was thinking of staying close,” you rambled, “did you forget?”

“No, I didn’t forget. You’re not allowed to see him anymore. You in New York makes sure that happens.”

“Wh—not allowed?!” You almost laughed. “I’m twenty-five, I make my own decisions.”

“He’s too old for you,” he said.

You scoffed, standing up. “I’m not some mentally incompetent eighteen-year-old, Dad. I’m a grown woman dating a grown man!”

“Not here! Not when you’re living in my house.”

“Well, then I will just fucking move out!”

You ignored his protests and calls for you, feeling like a grounded teenager all over again.

What you and Joel had was fickle, you knew that. You weren’t stupid. It wasn’t built on a foundation, it was hardly dating even though you wanted it to be more.

Your dad would come around someday. Hell, maybe he would have already had you been honest from the start.



“Hey, Sarah, is your dad home?” You stiffly asked.

She frowned at your puffy eyes and red nose, looking over her shoulder before saying, “Uh, n—no, but he’s just runnin’ a bit late from work. Why don’t you come in and wait for him? He should be back any minute.”

“No, that’s okay. I don’t wanna impose. Just tell him to call me when he gets some free time, please?”

“You sure?”

You nodded, not necessarily trusting your voice anymore with how you were choking up from your tears.

Sarah’s shoulders dropped and she insisted you come in. “Come on, it’s starting to rain.”

After a moment of hesitation, you followed her inside after picking your bag up, wiping your nose, and clearing your throat.

Sarah was kind enough to bring you a glass of water, setting it on the coffee table and sitting down a couple of cushions away.

“Are you breaking up with my dad or something?” She asked after a minute or two.

“What?”

“He told me a couple days ago, but I already figured because I heard him talking to you on the phone a while ago. Something about missing you,” she explained.

“I’m sorry, Sarah, I…” You sighed and looked at your hands. “I wish I was there to tell you.”

“No, that’s okay! I think it’s kinda cool. A little weird, but cool.” She assured. “But are you? Breaking up with him, I mean.”

“No, well at least I hope not,” you chuckled softly. “My father isn’t a very forgiving man.”

“He just wants to protect you. My dad said that’s just what fathers do. I’m sure he’ll come around someday.”

“Thanks, Sarah.”

The lock clicks soon followed by the door creaking open; you and Sarah watch as Joel walks in with empty hands before he notices you sitting on his couch. A look of worry spread across his face.

“Everything alright?” He asked.

“Yeah!” Sarah chirped while standing up. “She just came by to see us.” Sarah walked into the kitchen to give you some privacy.

Joel sat next to you and gestured at the ground. “Why do you have a bag?”

“Oh, I’m just going to stay with a friend for a few days,” you said.

He nodded reluctantly, sensing your nervousness. “Your dad find out?”

A wave of sadness took over you again, but you managed your tears away better this time. You only offered a nod, nails picking at a loose thread on your jeans.

“Why don’t you stay the night? I was gonna make steak for dinner.”

“I—I don’t wanna… Impose.”

He chuckled. “What d’you mean impose? You’re my girlfriend.”

Letting out a surprised sound, you frowned and looked around the room incredulously while Joel just stared at you anxiously.

“Girlfriend?”

He shrugged, leaning his elbows onto his knees. “Well. You are my girlfriend, right?”

“You never asked,” you laughed.

His eyes were a mix of amusement and surprise. “My apologies, darlin’. Forgive me for not having been gentleman enough.” He takes your hand earning a laugh from you. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“You’re so sappy,” you teased before giving him a peck on the cheek. “I would love to be your girlfriend.”



“I dunno what I’m gon’ do,” you said softly.

You and Joel had been in bed for a couple of hours just talking about everything, with Sarah sound asleep in her room; the three of you had watched one of Joel’s favorite movies and Sarah gave him a fixed watch.

You shifted up to rest on your elbow and looked down at him. “How much longer you think he’ll be mad?”

“I don’t know, princess,” he said after sucking his teeth. “He doesn’t tend to hold grudges but I know he’s more mad at me. F’it’s any consolation.”

You let out a weak chuckle and leaned down to kiss him. His hand cupped your jaw just firm enough to keep you still. Your lips tangled with his, fingers reaching up to clasp his curls; he climbed on top of you carefully, humming on the tip of your tongue.

He began to grind and hump eliciting moans from you both while his right hand got to work beneath your shirt, thumbing the nipple just enough to tickle you.

Your hand snaked between your bodies to find the opening of his boxers; you pulled his velvety cock out and pumped it gently whilst not bothering to touch yourself as your panties were already pooling.

Your heart ached with so much pain and at the same time so much love. You needed Joel. In every fucking way possible for as long as you’d be blessed to have him.

His lips broke free from yours to greet your neck, then your collarbone, before planting around your now exposed breast.

You exhaled at his warm tongue swirling saliva around your peaked bud, sending waves of shivers down your arching spine.

“Joel,” you whispered leaning into his gentle touch.

With a throbbing clit and a slippery cunt you felt weak beneath him. You were enamored with pleasure that it overtook your body. You couldn’t control your breathing or your trembling. Hand awkwardly shifting around his shaft.

He took your other nipple into his hot mouth, shirt bunched around your arching neck. With daunting hands he traced the hem of your panties, pulling at them carefully.

He sat on his knees to undress your legs, adjusting so his cock lined up with your entrance. He slid in slowly, knowing the lack of foreplay could ruin this.

But it didn’t.

Your walls burned with a stretch so delicious it set your skin on fire. It took everything in you to not moan as loudly as your body begged to.

A soft gasp only leaving your lips, your head lolling back, eyes clenching shut… Yeah. Joel knew how to fucking work you.

Your walls clung to him fearing even just a moment of loss. His eyes burned into your feverish skin, watching the rise and fall of your chest and stomach as you took in deep breaths.

“You feel so good,” he whispered into your collarbone, placing a sloppy kiss on it afterward. “I lo—“

A pause in his voice made your eyes fly open; his hips stuttered the same way his voice did signaling something was wrong.

Joel’s heart punched against yours, but he kept grinding into you like he hadn’t spoken at all. Oh, but all the worry was written in his eyes.

“Joel?” You softly asked between moans.

He took in the softness of your hands cradling his uneven stubble. He hummed and kissed the meat of your palm before biting it gently.

You fought the nerves in your voice. Everything inside your body screamed that this was wrong, yet as you looked into his eyes your heart swelled with admiration for the man that helped you find pieces of yourself again.

“I love you too,” you finally said.

He stopped moving his body against yours and he just stared at you. He was conflicted with whether or not you said that only because he almost did.

But when you said it again and tightened your legs around his waist to affirm it he gave you a gentle kiss, finding his tongue bumping into yours along the way. Pulling back, Joel finished his sentence.

“I love you.”

“You love me?” You teased.

But his face remained serious, eyes boring into yours.

After a few more silent seconds Joel laid his head into the curve of your neck and began riding into you again. Hips rolling into you, breath hitting your neck, and hands gripping the sheets.

Your body was hot as molten lava, melting into the mattress. Joel felt so safe, so beautifully safe. Safe enough to say, “I love you,” in his ear over and over again, his voice overlapping yours with the same words.

He took care of you that night. Letting you immerse yourself into enjoying every damn thing he gave you. His grunts staggered and turned into short hisses of pain as you bit into his shoulder to keep quiet. That’s what fueled him: the pain of your undying desire.

He reached deeper inside of you than he ever dared to before, reaching reaching reaching to find your soul and bear all commitment to it. To serve you, as his gravelly voice whispered, “I fucking live for you.”

“I love you, Joel,” you responded. “It’s you and me. Forever. Us against the world.” A tear made its way from your eye to his forehead.

He kissed the trail the tear left and repeated you. “Us against the world.”

It was just sex talk — usually is, but Joel always knew what words would just make you fucking cum. Those words dripped from his lips like a poisonous honey for you to lap up and savor.

He wanted you cumming all over his sheets cock to fucking mean something. To permeate his love anywhere it could stain.

Joel had started to cum just a second before you did, forcing him to let out a moan. You held his head to your chest while he cradled your back.

Your head buzzed the same way it would when you got high, only it felt better. Quieter. More immersive. Your back arched into his touch and the rolling of his hips kept you in that limbo. Not here nor there. You were right where you needed to be, whatever that fucking meant.

You managed to keep quiet a little better than him, giggling softly when he just plopped down onto you after you had both come down.

He stayed like that for a few minutes while you just stroked the curls by his ear, his other one listening to your heartbeat slow down.

“I’ll get ya cleaned up,” he cooed, and just as he finished dressing his phone began to ring. He just answered it as he walked to the bathroom, letting you rest some more. A few minutes later, he came back and wiped wherever you asked. “I gotta go help Tommy real quick with somethin’. W’ya stay here, keep an eye and ear out for Sarah?” He asked.

“Yeah, for sure. Be safe.”

You shared a kiss with him again before looking at the alarm clock on his nightstand. Shit. 11:32 PM.

“Joel?” He looked back at you with a raised eyebrow. “Happy Birthday,” you said with a smile.

“Thank you, princess.”

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[sentientgolfball]

A lil scenario fic of sodo and reader having a fun playfight until sodo accidentally hits the reader's jaw with his horns and they start bleeding?? i want some stressed and soft sodo >:]

Oh I very much enjoyed writing this anon. When he gets all soft I LOSE MY MIND HES JUST SO [gunshot]

also i reeeeeally hope you dont mind that i used Dew ok byeee i love you

My requests are open !

“Hey, I was watching that!” 

“Nuh-uh.” 

Dew flopped onto the couch after snatching the remote and changing the channel to who even knows what. You nudged him with your foot hard enough to get his attention. He just swatted your leg with his tail, not even looking at you. You huff in disbelief. 

So it’s going to be like that huh? 

You really had no reason to be bothered by it, you weren’t even watching whatever it was you had on. You were simply using it as background noise while you read, but Dew didn’t need to know that. You knew he only came in to get your attention, but he always did have such a hard time asking for it directly. Usually, you give him the sweet words and touches that he always so desperately wants, but not today. Today you feel like playing his game on his level. 

You nudge him with your foot again, a bit harder this time. He glances at you but doesn’t say anything. You can tell he’s fighting to keep a smile down. You grumble and close your book before getting up and crawling to his side of the couch. You drape yourself over him as a fake-out while you reach for the remote. 

“Not gonna happen,” he said, lifting it above his head “I live with Swiss, you think I haven’t seen the ‘cuddle as a distraction’ move before?” 

“Aw come on, I was here first.” You pathetically reach around him to try and grab it. 

“Yeah, and I was faster.” 

You sigh and flop down as he laughs, still holding the remote out of your reach. He definitely did not care that much about what was on, but you were giving him the reaction he wanted, so it suddenly became his new favorite show. You lay there for a moment sprawled out in his lap trying to come up with a way to steal the remote back. You shifted around trying to get more comfortable causing your hand to brush his abdomen where his gills used to be. He shuddered a bit and that suddenly gave you an idea. You slowly got up to sit on your knees looking at him. He turned to meet your gaze. 

“Can I help you?” 

“You can start by giving me that back.” 

“Damn looks like I can’t help you then.”

“You brought this upon yourself Dewdrop.” 

He looked at you with genuine confusion for a moment before you pounced. It’s no secret that he is ticklish, and right now, that is the only advantage you have over his ghoulish strength. He let out a yelp when he felt your hand press into his abdomen, but soon he was squirming and trying to bat you away while stifling laughter. The movement caused him to drop the remote off the side of the couch with a thunk. You immediately stopped and looked from him to his empty hand before trying to launch yourself past him to grab it. 

“Oh no you don’t you little shit.” 

He wraps his tail around your ankle causing you to fall face-first into the cushions. He lets go only to crawl over you to reach down where the remote dropped. You wrap your arms around his waist to prevent him from going any farther. He struggles in your grip, but you know it's only for show. He could easily move if he wanted to. You use that to your advantage. You push up against him with your whole body. His unstable footing causes him to be pushed backward with relative ease. He lets out a yelp of surprise when you land heavily on top of him from the momentum. 

He gives you his best shit-eating grin “I always did like you on top of me.” He practically purrs out the words before grabbing your wrists and flipping your positions “But I much prefer this.” 

You struggle against his grip, refusing to lose his game. Your eyes dart around trying to find anything you can use as leverage. That’s when an idea pops into your head. 

“Hey, Dew?”

“What? Give up?” 

You shake your head “You may be faster but I’m smarter.” 

You go limp in his grasp causing him to falter. You use that to throw him off of you and onto the floor opposite of the remote. You use the opportunity to scurry over and grab it off the floor with a triumphant ha! Your moment is short-lived, though, when you realize Dew had snaked his way over before popping up in an attempt to grab you. His calculations were a bit off when he jumped up and he ended up hitting you square in the face with his head. You shout and bring your hands to your face rubbing where he hit you. 

“Shit are you okay?” There was still a bit of laughter in his voice. That quickly changes when his nose twitches and you drop your hands. 

“Yeah Yeah, I’m–” You feel it then. The warm liquid running down your face onto your neck. The look in his eyes is everything you need to know, but you can’t help instinctually reaching up to find the spot. Your hand brushes over the cut and you wince from the sting. You pull your fingers back and oh that’s a lot of blood. You look back up at him with a bit of panic and only then do you notice the horn that isn’t broken has blood on the tip. 

“Dew.” 

The shakiness of your voice is all he needs to be snapped out of the trance he was put in. He quickly jumps up and practically throws you over his shoulder with his strength. This only causes the blood to run down your neck faster. He curses under his breath as he carries you to the bathroom. He kicks the door closed before turning on the light. He sets you down on the edge of the bathtub and stares at you for a moment. He then rummages through the cabinets with a little chant of shit, shit, shit looking for the mini first aid kit. You watch him, not really sure what to do or say. You saw how much blood was on your hand, you could feel it running down your face and onto your shirt. You were freaking out just as much as him. 

When he finally finds what he is looking for, he sits on the toilet seat and looks at you with big, sad doe-eyes. 

“I’m so fucking sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I was being stupid I’m sorry.” He kept up a string of apologies as he used a wet cloth to clean most of the blood away. You could hear the strain in his voice and see how his hands were shaking slightly. You stare at him willing him to understand you weren’t mad at him in the slightest. You were too scared to talk, though, worried using your jaw might make the bleeding worse. 

When he cleaned enough of the blood away to actually see the wound he put the cloth down and opened the first aid kit. He grabbed a disinfectant wipe and turned to you. He slowly brings it up to your face.

“It’s gonna hurt like hell I am SO sorry.” 

He doesn’t make a move until you nod at him. You can feel his tail wrap around your leg as he takes one of your hands in his free one. You suck in a breath and squeeze his hand when the disinfectant touches the cut. After a moment you start to relax a bit, getting accustomed to the stinging sensation. He sighs in relief, but he doesn’t let go of any part of you. When he’s satisfied, he turns to dump it into the trash and grabs an unnecessarily large band-aid. 

“Oh fuck.” 

The bleeding is just as bad as before. He chews his bottom lip not really sure what to do now. You squeeze his hand and both his tail and his hand tighten their grip. He looks at you for a moment completely lost before something sparks in his ember eyes. 

“Okay don’t freak out…but I have an idea.” 

You tilt your head and quickly realize that was a mistake as you wince. Dew looks like he was punched in the gut. You look at him and nod slightly giving him permission to do whatever it is he thinks may help. He sighs and brings his face extremely close to yours. He looks up at you one more time before tentatively darting his forked tongue over the wound. You had expected it to hurt or string or some other unpleasant sensation, but you were pleasantly surprised to find it actually seemed to lessen the dull throb. When you didn’t pull away from him he took that as his cue to keep going. He applied gentle little kitten licks to the cut until he could no longer taste the blood. He sat back up and looked at you with worry. You carefully reached up to your jaw only to find that where he cut you was sealed. You look at him with confusion written all over your face.

He starts up a small purr “Ghoul things.” He shrugs smiling uncharacteristically sweet. 

You make a move to talk and he holds up a hand.

“Ehh you probably shouldn’t do that yet. It’s closed not healed.” 

You nod at him with grateful eyes. He plops onto the bathroom floor and pulls you into his grasp as his tail snakes around your waist keeping you close. He is purring in full force now and the rumble makes you smile. He presses a few soft kisses on your neck before nuzzling his head against the cheek that wasn’t slashed open. He rubs your back soothingly. 

“‘M sorry. I was just fucking around I didn’t mean to actually hurt you. I can walk you back to your room. I’d understand if you didn’t wanna stay in the den again tonight.” 

The way he spoke like a puppy who was just kicked made your heart clench. Of course, you weren’t mad at him or scared or whatever other horrible things might be swimming around his head. You were just as a part of it as he was. You pull back in his embrace just enough to meet his eyes. You smile, shake your head, and then pepper his face with kisses as a way to show him. He blushes hard when you pull back and squeezes you tighter to him. He opens his mouth to say something but a knock on the door stops him.

“I could smell blood all the way from breakfast, what the hell happened it’s only like 10 am?” Rain’s muffled voice asks with sincere concern. Dew stiffens as his purring comes to an immediate halt. He considered lying for a moment, but he knew it wouldn’t help, Rain already knew something went down. He groaned and threw his head back dramatically. He untangled himself from you and threw open the door. Rain tried to peek around his narrow shoulders, but every time he moved Dew mirrored him to keep you from view until he gave up. 

“Wanna tell me what happened?” He crossed his arms.

“Fine. But don’t tell Cirrus.” 

“Fine” he mimicked “I’ll tell Aether.” He said turning on his heel to go find the ghoul.

“That’s WORSE! Rain!” He hissed and looked between you and the smug water ghoul unable to decide if he should chase him or stay with you. He growled when Rain completely disappeared before taking a breath and turning his attention back towards you. 

“Well, we’re fucked. Any last words before Aeth kills me?” 

~~~

You both sat in the main room of the den as Aether used his magic to properly heal the wound. 

That was an hour ago.

 He had started lecturing you both while he was working, but when he finished and realized he missed the window to fully heal you, he turned the lecture into a lesson on ghoul/human safety. Now he was pacing the room ranting about how if there’s ever an injury to find him or Phantom or Omega right away so scarring doesn’t occur. You had to smack Dew every time he opened his mouth before he spoke to keep him quiet. As entertaining as it may be, you definitely did not want to see Aether attempt to throttle the little fire ghoul. He would just roll his eyes with a grin and lean closer to you. You just smiled down at him and traced the new scar on your jaw while Aether’s voice faded into background noise. All you really caught was something about playing stupid games means getting stupid prizes.

[rory-butnot-gilmore]

Mundane Moments

Joel forgets to cancel his second date with you when Sarah gets sick, you show up at the house thinking you’re still going , and instead get to meet his daughter for the first time.

Pairing: joel x fem!reader

themes/warnings: a bit of an age gap (6 yrs), fluffy lovey dovey stuff, pre-outbreak, a bit of angsty sadness, should there be more parts? i think so but idk. ok thanks byeee

june 1995

You were anxious, trying to decide the best time of early to show up at your date’s house. He had insisted on just picking you up, but you were staying later at work so you insisted back that you just meet him there. It was casual, just a movie and then some dinner. So you just decided to put on jean shorts with the satin blouse you had worn to work that day. As a joke you bought him flowers, to tease the fact he was offended you wouldn’t let him pick you up.

Technically you met Tommy Miller first, at the bar with your friends. He had been flirting with one of your best girlfriends, and offered to buy you all drinks. Then about an hour later, his brother showed up. Joel was older than the rest of you, six years older than you at the time. Everyone teased him about looking like the grumpy-old dad hanging around. Eventually Tommy had snuck off somewhere with your friend, and Joel looked bored of every other person there.

“You know, if you pretend like you’re having a good time, they might leave you alone,” You whispered, as you sat down in the chair next to him at the table. All of your other friends were off doing who knows what.

“Tommy dragged me along here, I told him I really didn’t want to, my daughter has a soccer game in the morning and..” He paused as if he had just said the wrong thing, “Sorry, you don’t care about that, you’re what? Twenty-one? A bar on a Friday night is your playground,”

You laughed, “I’m twenty-two actually, and really I’m only here to make sure no one ends up dead, also who said I didn’t care about your daughter’s soccer game? How old?”

“She’s six, her name is Sarah, I’ve got a picture here..”

After Joel showed you the picture of his little girl, the two of you sat and talked all night. Eventually he helped you get your friends back home, offering to drive whoever was still there so you didn’t have to call a cab. No one else wanted to leave at that moment, but you took him up on the offer. During the ride back to your apartment, the two of you continued to ask little questions about one another. He even got out to open your door, and walk with you to the front door. That was when he asked you out on your first date, and it went perfectly. So perfect that half-way through you both knew you wanted a second one.

You pulled into his driveway, and knocked on the front door. When Joel opened it though, he looked shocked to see you there, then disappointed. He was still wearing pajama pants, and an old t-shirt. Then you started to feel embarrassed, and thinking that you might have misread the situation. Maybe even forgot what days you had decided on.

“Did I..”

“I called your home phone instead of the work phone, I left a voicemail, I have to reschedule, Sarah has the stomach flu and she’s been puking all day,” Joel sighed, “Y/n I am so damn sorry, she’s only been sick one other time, and I’m trying to get her to eat but everything makes her more sick,”

“Joel, take a breath,” You smiled, and behind him you saw a little girl in a nightgown/t-shirt that was clearly Joel’s come into view behind him, “Can I come in?”

“Uh, yeah, place is a mess but yeah,” Joel turned around and saw Sarah standing there, he picked her up and moved back so you could come inside. You smiled at the fact that it really was a mess, and he wasn’t just being dramatic. Then you noticed Joel’s attempts at getting her to eat, and all of it was definitely too heavy for a sick six year old’s stomach.

“How about this, I am going to run back out to the store, and get stuff to make a soup that my grandma always made for me, and some gatorade for her too,” You looked at everything on the ground and table, “Then I can grab us some drinks, and help you get this place back in order,”

“I really couldn’t ask you to do that Y/n, if you want to just head home and I’ll call you when she’s-”

“Oh you’re not asking, I’m telling how this night is about to go, Sarah is that okay with you?” You smiled at her, “Oh, I’m Y/n Y/l/n, I’ve heard all about you being a soccer champion,”

“I’m Sarah Miller,” She smiled back at you, before she whispered rather loudly to Joel: “Uncle Tommy was right daddy she is super pretty she should stay.”

Joel smiled at her, before he told you to wait so he could grab his wallet for you. After he gave you some cash, you left for the store. You got all of the necessary ingredients, and even got Sarah some popsicles and crackers too. When you got back to the Miller house, Joel was waiting by the front door to help you with some of the bags. He got Sarah settled on the couch, with some water mixed with her Gatorade. After he turned on a movie for her, he came to the kitchen to help you.

“Do you need anything? Like ingredients wise? We got some seasoning up top,” He sounded nervous, and it was making your heart swell that much more. Joel looked like he belonged on the cover of some magazine that talked about how to build a log cabin with your bare hands. He was muscular, and incredibly handsome. Yet, seeing how nervous and awkward he was fumbling around his own kitchen was enough to make you like him even more.

“No, I pretty much have everything I need, really it’s just like canned chicken noodle soup, just no chicken or noodles,” You continued to cut up some of the carrots, “The broth will help her stomach, and the veggies will give her some kind of nutrients,”

“And the popsicles?”

“Oh, those are just for fun,” You shrugged. Joel looked at you for a second, a soft smile on his face, “Actually, if it’s not too much to ask, could I borrow some clothes? If I’m not going out into public I would really like to get out of these,”

“Yeah, yeah I’ll go grab you some stuff.” Joel went and grabbed you what he called his “old tshirt” but you could tell it was relatively new, and a pair of sweatpants. You had him take over on making sure the carrots and celery got softer, and went to change. When you got back into the kitchen, he was pouring some into a bowl for Sarah.

“I grabbed us some actual food too by the way, I figured we could make it after she gets to sleep,” You offered and Joel paused for a second.

Then he walked over to you, and pulled you into a kiss. When he kissed you at the door the night of your first date, you were convinced nothing could be better. This kiss right now though, topped every kiss you had ever had. Joel held your waist, pulling you closer into him. Your entire body melted against him, pure bliss filling up every part of your body. It wasn’t until the two of you heard a quiet giggle from the doorway that you broke apart.

“I’m soooo telling Uncle Tommy.” Sarah teased and both you and Joel were bright red. He picked her up and took her back to the couch. You followed behind with her soup, and sat down with them to watch the movie she had decided on. After Sarah had soup (and a popsicle) in her stomach, Joel carried her upstairs to her bedroom.

You went back to the kitchen and put the leftover soup in a Tupperware container. You got started on making burgers for you and Joel . By the time he came back in the kitchen, you were putting the patties on a plate for you both.

“I left the stove on low, I wasn’t sure if you wanted cheese on it or not,” You started making your own plate, and Joel grabbed two beers out of the fridge for you both.

“Hey, I didn’t really, y’know properly apologize for our plans being ruined,” Joel sighed, as he put his patty back on the pan to let some cheese melt onto it, “I owe you an actual date,”

“I mean, the bar was incredibly low, but I think this might be one of the best dates I have ever had,” You took a bite of your burger, and watched as his face lit up, “Sarah is even cuter than I imagined she be,”

“Yeah, she knows it too, she seems to really like you,” Joel turned the stove off, “It’s just been her and I for a long time now, so I wasn’t even planning on introducing you guys until I could see where this was going,”

“I’m sorry if I intruded,”

“Hey, no, you didn’t and she was able to actually keep something in her stomach without wanting to puke again,” Joel cut you off, “Last time she was sick the neighbors next door helped out, but they’re out of town right now,”

“You can tell me to shut up if this is pushing too hard, but is her mom in the picture? I would hate to step on toes,”

“No, she um, she split when Sarah was still a baby,” Joel took a bite of his food, the silence settling between you two, “I know that’s pretty heavy, but yeah Sarah never even knew her really,”

“I can’t imagine ever doing that to a person, especially my own baby,” You frowned, “Well even in the few hours I’ve known her, and the three weeks I’ve known you, she fucked up big time,”

“Sarah and I get by, we’ve got Tommy too,” Joel looked at you, “And hopefully you haven’t been scared off yet and maybe we can start throwing you into mix?”

“Are you kidding? Sarah and I are besties now, didn’t you hear? She’s going to make me a bracelet and everything, so I guess you get that third date Miller.”

Joel nodded, a small smirk on his face. The two of you finished your food, and went out to the couch to watch a movie together. Joel wrapped his arm around you, as you leaned into his side. Your head was somewhat resting against his chest, and you could hear every heartbeat and breath. It didn’t take long before you found yourself hoping for another kiss. Luckily, he seemed to have the same idea, and tilted your chin up towards him.

His lips were soft against yours, and your entire body was practically tingling from just his touch. Soon enough you were on his lap, your hands in his hair, as the kiss deepened. Joel’s fingers were calloused, but the way they traced against your lower back was so gentle and soft. He started to kiss down your neck, your head leaning back a little bit to give him more space. When he started to lightly suck on the soft spot of your neck, you couldn’t help but whimper a little. You tugged his hair, and could feel that same smirk from earlier against your neck.

Things probably would have escalated even further, if it weren’t for the sound of Sarah getting out of bed. You both were quick to fix to yourselves, and go back to just sitting next to each other. Joel got up when he heard Sarah actually come down to the bottom of the stairs, you followed to go check upstairs and make sure that she didn't need her room to be cleaned up.

"Hey baby girl, you okay?" Joel whispered, picking her up. She nodded and laid her head against his shoulder, her eyes heavy.

"Can I snuggle with you and Y/n?" Sarah got the words out in between her yawns. Joel looked at you for a second.

"I can head out if you need me to?" You offered, you didn't want to intrude anymore on their night than you already had. Sarah shook her head quickly though, and so did Joel.

The three of you went back to the couch, and you switched the movie to something else Sarah would want to watch. Sarah requested that she get to be in the middle, and she laid her head in Joel's lap with her feet across you. Joel wrapped his arm back around you and pulled you closer into his side. Soon enough, the three of you were all asleep.

All snuggled together on the couch, with the beginnings of a short lived happy family.

part two

[sofakingwoso]

Lover- Binoe!kid x Paige Bueckers

A/N- Y/n and Paige have been dating but keep it a secret from y/n’s parents and team since they tend to get overprotective, but they find out when Paige attends the USWNT vs England match.

Mama-Sue Bird

Mom-Megan Rapinoe

Y/N’s POV The whistle blew, signaling the end of the match, and I happily hugged Viv after a hard game against Man United, we were pleased with a draw. As I go around, I shake hands with the United players until I end up talking to Alessia and Ella about the upcoming international break. 

After talking for a while, a pair of arms wrapped around my neck. I turned around to see Leah behind me. "Hey, are you ready to go?" "Yeah, I’m ready if you are." "I just need to do an interview, but you can wait for me at the car." I head to Leah’s car. On the way, I get a call from my mom. Picking it up. I’m met by her voice.

"Hey Mom!" I was calling to see how you were and if you're packed for tomorrow. "I’m good, just finished up a match and I’m all ready for tomorrow." I answered, knowing I hadn’t even started packing yet. "Wel-" "Hellooooooo Y/N!" I hear Rose interrupting my mum "Hey Rose," I laugh  "I just wanted to talk to you since Megan won’t let me talk to my beloved friend." "That’s because she’s MY daughter." "Well, she’s MY friend." "You guys can both talk to me." I intervene before it goes on forever. I talk to them for a few minutes until I see Leah coming up to the car. "Well guys, I gotta go, but I’ll see you soon." "Ok Byeee Y/N/N," they say before I hang up on them. 

Getting in the car, me and Leah make small talk on the way to our apartment until I feel my phone vibrating. I see that my lovely girlfriend is face timing me.

"Hi bub" "Hello love" "So, what did I do for the lovely Paige Bueckers to call me?" "Well, she was calling to check in on her lovely girlfriend. You might know her. She has y/h/c and y/e/c, and her name is Y/N Bird-Rapinoe." "Oh really"  "Yep, well how are you bub?" “I just finished a game and now Leah and I are heading home.” I say, turning my phone so Leah’s also in the frame. "Hey Paige," "Hey Leah, I hope Y/N’s not annoying you." "You have no idea." Leah responds back. "Hey, I’m not that bad."                                                                                      "I'm just kidding, bub," we end up talking until we get home.                        "Well, I gotta go, but I love you."                                                                  "Love you too. I’ll talk to you soon."

Hanging up the phone I get out of the car before heading to my room to start packing for tomorrow. Hearing a knock after a while, I see Leah leaning on the doorframe, letting me know to head to bed soon since we leave for camp tomorrow.

--------------------------------------------   Arriving at camp, I put my luggage in my room before heading down to the lobby to wait for everyone else to arrive. Once everyone has arrived, we go in for a camp debrief and meeting for the game against England in a couple of days. Once the meeting has ended, my roommate, who is Sophia for this camp, heads up to our room to relax a bit before dinner. 

A couple of hours later, me and Soph walk down to dinner. On the way, I get a text from Paige telling me she has arrived in London. It turns out she came to watch us play. Smiling at the text, Sonnet calls me out. "Sooo Y/N, why are you smiley today?" "What do you mean?" I say this nervously. "Is it a special someone?" "N-n-no"

 The truth is I haven’t told anyone about mine and Paige’s relationship apart from the arsenal girls since I know that they will all get too overprotective since I’m the youngest on the team and constantly treat me like a 5-year-old, so keeping it a secret from them lets me not worry about what they would think about Paige. during dinner sonnett keeps on bugging me, so I just ignore her, and my mom tells me mama will also be coming to the game.

Once I finish my dinner, I head up to my room, take a quick shower, and text Paige for a bit, then ask Leah if we are still on for meeting up before the game tomorrow before going to bed.

-------------------------- Right now, me and Leah are having some breakfast before the game starts. "So, are you excited for the game?" "Yeah, Paige is coming to the game, so I’m excited to see her." "Well, I can’t wait for her to see us beat you guys." "Pshhh as if."

We catch up for about half an hour before leaving to get ready for the game. On the way to the stadium, I text Paige, and she tells me she is sitting behind our bench and that she can’t wait to see me. I also text my mama, and it turns out her and Paige’s seats are close to each other, so I hope that she won’t see Paige during the game.

Once we arrive at the stadium, we head to the locker room before warming up. Once we have finished warming up, we head inside before getting ready for kickoff. While lining up, I say hello to some of my friends in the England line before soph pushes me, almost making me fall over.

During the national anthem, I see Paige and send her a wink, which makes her get all flustered. Once the anthems are done, we take a team photo before I head to my position, and then the whistle blows to start the match.

------------------------ The whistle blows and we have secured another win. I hug my mom before shaking the England player's hand and talk to my Arsenal teammates before heading over to my mom's. 

"Hey bub, you played so well," mama said while giving me a hug . "Thanks, are you coming to the hotel after?" "Yeah." I stay with my mom's for a couple more minutes before I make an excuse since I see Paige looking our way, so I make my way over to her, leaving my mom’s behind, although I don’t think they notice since they are in their little world.

"Hey love," she says, hugging me while burying her head in the crook of my neck, discreetly leaving a kiss . "Hey" I hum out , "You played so well that goal was on fire. I think your mom has some competition," she says, which makes me laugh. "Sure bub" "Hey, don’t underestimate yourself. You're one of the most talented people I know. I mean, you're good at soccer and singing and you're also hella hot," she says, making me giggle at her comment. I end up getting lost in her hazel eyes before I lean in to kiss her, forgetting about all the fans and everyone around us.

Third-person POV At this point, fans and players start to take notice of Y/N and Paige. The US players watch intensely with wide eyes as they see her laughing at something Page said. "Are they dating?" Ashley whispers to the rest of her teammates, "I don’t know," and most of them say "Well, don’t you think they are very tough and comfortable with each other?" Sophia says "They could just be good friends," Trinity says  "Maybe," Becky says, but when they turn back in Y/N’s direction, they see her and Paige kissing, which makes them confused and overprotective at the sight of a baby-kissing someone. Sue and Megan also see this interaction, and they are just as confused as the USWNT players.

Y/N’s POV: 

Me and Paige break apart Leah comes up to us before hugging Paige, then wraps her arms around my waist and tells me that everyone saw me and Paige kiss, which makes me let out a groan and lean against Leah’s shoulder since my teammates and moms saw, so I know that I will be bombarded by questions once I enter the locker room.

"Hey bubs, I gotta go, but I’ll see you at your hotel," Paige announces. "Okay," I say, giving her a quick peck before she leaves. Turning to Leah, she just laughs at my embarrassment before bringing me into a hug, kissing me on the forehead and telling me good luck before pushing me into my locker room. I head into the locker room and am immediately attacked by questions. "Who was that?" "How long have you been dating? "Why didn’t you tell us?" "Did you guys do "it" yet?" Which was obviously asked by Sonnett, earning a smack to the back of her head. My mom’s approached me and squatted down. Then mama asks me. "Why didn’t you tell us about you and Paige?"

“Because I knew you guys would react like this. Every time something happens to me, you guys go all crazy. Like that one time, Leah hurt me on accident and you guys went all overprotective on me and attacked her. I’ve never seen her more scared in my life. Or that one time I stayed up 5 minutes past curfew and you guys acted like I was kidnapped. You guys just treat me like a kid. I’m 18, not 5. I should be allowed to date someone without worrying about people interrogating her. Which is why I didn’t tell you guys. I wanted to enjoy us being together without worrying about if she would leave me since my overprotective teammates and mom’s put pressure on her.” I ramble out.

"Well, we're sorry Y/N, that we made you feel that way. We acted overprotective because we care too much about you and want the best for you, but we promise we will tone it down." Alex says

"Thanks, you guys." "Can we ask you some questions?" "Sure." "How long have you been together?" "We’ve been together for six months." "How did you guys get together?" "She DM'd me on Instagram and things just went on from there." "Who knew about it?" "Um Leah, the Arsenal girls, and Paige’s teammates" "Wait, Leah knew and didn’t tell me I was going to kill her," Mama says "I told her to keep it a secret. Don’t get mad at her," I say, hoping she won’t get angry at Leah, which calms her down. “Have you done 'it?” "No, we do not have a sonnett." "One more question"  "Do you love her?" "Yes, with my life." "Aww, someone’s in love," they all tease, making me blush "Wait, can we meet her?" "Yes, she’s coming to the hotel, but you guys better behave and not embarrass me." "Tell her she better be prepared to get the talk" "Please don’t the arsenal girls already give her one. I think that’s enough." "Well then she better be prepared for another one then." "Okay, but don’t go crazy." "We should get ready if you guys want to meet her."

Soon everyone starts to get their stuff and head to the bus. On the way back to the hotel, I tell Paige that the team wants to meet her at the hotel, and she agrees to meet them. ----------- Y/N’s POV We have now arrived at the hotel, and I can’t help but stress out about what they will think of Paige. She also told me that she would arrive after dinner, so she won’t be able to meet the team until after. Which is fine since we have team bonding in my mom’s and Rose’s rooms.

During dinner, I cannot help but get more anxious as the minutes grow closer to Paige meeting the team. Soon we head up for team bonding and the team keeps bugging me and asking when Paige is coming. A couple of minutes later, Paige sends me a text message that she is here. I excuse myself from the team so I can go and meet Paige.

"Hey" "Hi" "You excited to meet the team," "Yes, I can’t wait to meet them." "Yeah," I say nervously "Hey, what’s wrong?" she asks with concern "I’m just worried about what they will think of you. If they think you aren’t that good for me, then what if you realize that it’s too much and you breakup with me or what i-"but my ramble comes to a stop as Paige places her soft lips onto mine, which calms me down.                                                                    “Bub no matter what they think of me, I promise I won’t break up with you. I love you too much to do that. Even if they can be scary and crazy. I mean, if the arsenal girls already gave me a talk, I think I’m ready for this one," she says in a soft voice.

"Well, let's go; they have been so excited to meet you." Grabbing her hand, I lead Paige up to the hotel room. Knocking on the door, Ashley opens it and starts at mine and Paige’s interlocked hands before dragging Paige inside, leaving me out in the middle of the hallway. "ASH, OPEN THE DOOR!!!!" I bang on the door repeatedly, but she just ignores me, so after a while, I give up and text Leah while waiting. ---------- Paige’s POV Before I know what is happening, this girl, who I assume is Ashley, drags me inside the hotel room. Once we’re fully in the room, I’m met by over 20 girls, which instantly makes me sweat.

"Hello," I say, to clear up the awkward silence. "Hey," they all reply.                                                                                       "So why am I here?" "We just want to talk to you without Y/N interrupting." "So, Paige, please sit down so we can ask you some questions," Ashley says while pointing to the bed. Nervously, I walk over to the bed before carefully sitting down in front of everyone. "What’s your name?" "Paige Maddison Bueckers" "Age?" "19" "What do you do?" "I play as a PG for UCONN." "Why should we trust you with our Y/N?" "Um-because she’s the love of my life; she’s the first person I think about when I wake up and the last person I think about before I go to sleep; I know that I can trust her with anything and I love her more than you could imagine, to the point where I can’t put it into words," I say softly while I think about me and Y/N and our relationship.

"Well thank you, Paige, but if you hurt her, even if it’s on accident, trust me, we won’t be afraid to hurt you. Not only us but the arsenal girls and many other people, so don’t think you are completely safe," they say, which makes me sweat even more to the point where I’m drenched in sweat. ----- Y/N’s POV I walk up to Paige and softly caress her cheek, which calms her as a wash of relief passes her face, smiling softly. I lean down to softly peck her lips, slightly getting lost in the kiss. We hear a cough from my mama.

“Okay, we understand you're dating, but tone it down," she says, making both me and Paige blush, and soon Paige sits on the floor and pulls me into her lap before I whisper in her ear. “No love they were just a bit intense but the arsenal girls we wayyyy worse” she honestly says making me laugh since I remember her coming out with beads of sweat dripping down her face.

Smiling I give her a peck before turning to the team only to see them looking at us in awe, getting flustered I dig my face into Paige’s chest. By the end of the night the team gets to know Paige and our relationship a bit more before we decide to watch Avengers: Endgame. ------ Paige’s POV Hearing soft snores beside me, I see my beautiful girlfriend asleep, so I pull her into me so she can get more comfortable, and she ends up putting her head on my neck before giving me a sweet kiss. Looking up, I see that her mom’s looking at us adoringly looking back down at her. I know that I’m going to marry her one day, even if she has a crazy loving family.

[yerbamansa]

Writing Patterns - First & Last Sentences

Tagged by @thetragicallynerdy - thanks for the tag! This was fun! You got me to make a tumblr post for the first time in a thousand years!

Editing to add @petrichorca for tagging me in the first part of the game - consider yourself tagged back for corresponding last lines?

I’m just combining two things because that seems handy.

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern! Then list the last line of the same 10 fics you shared opening lines for and see if there's a pattern!

1. the secret middle-aged sad-sack mostly bad vibes I can sing along to playlist

First: Some things don’t change.

Last (most recent): Why the fuck, then, do they start sobbing?

2. the way things are going

First: Since things started falling apart, Oluwande learned the hard way to be careful about who to trust.

Last (most recent): Once he got it open, he read aloud: “‘Dear community and/or individuals, my name is Stede Bonnet…’”

3. Welcome to Jeff’s Inn by the Sea | Innkeeper Roleplay ASMR | Personal Attention | Realistic | Soft Spoken Male Voice

First: When Stede Bonnet’s boyfriend casually mentioned wanting to try making ASMR videos, he was all in.

Last: “I’ll have to think about that one, dearest,” he decided.

4. Rock On To The Oceanside

First: Ed Teach wasn’t built for sitting idle.

Last (most recent): And Ed felt ready.

5. Plus Ones

First: “So how did you two meet?”

Last: “Probably even better luck if we do it again.”

6. you can move in light divine

First: Oluwande had always loved Jim, probably from the moment they met.

Last: So many more conversations to come.

7. due to a controllable irregularity

First: It had been a good week, but Stede was looking forward to going home.

Last: He’d tell him. Soon.

8. an atypical emotional response to common sounds

First: Stede Bonnet had a complicated relationship with sounds.

Last: Stede couldn’t wait for Saturday.

9. Stede has started shopping for your order

First:  “Your GetMeGroceries shopper Stede has arrived at Jenkins Market!” the app informed Ed.

Last: For the moment, however, he had far more compelling priorities.

10. I Think I See The Light

First: Jackie’s traded her usual vivid reds for somber black, but she still looks every bit the part of the intimidating pirate queen.

Last: And they start humming a now-familiar tune as they scan the docks for a recognizable face: If you want to sing out, sing out…

NB: skipped one that’s a mostly abandoned group collab smau because that doesn’t seem indicative of my style, and there’s one here that needed the preceding sentence because otherwise it’s just one word.

Hmmm, so, self-analysis: I start with some kind of place-setting thesis statement. Sometimes it’s maybe a little in medias res, but not usually, I guess. The POV character is named more often than not. And I end on the edge of some kind of decision or change. That’s by design—I don’t like writing pat endings and happily ever afters (even if they are pretty happy). This is especially true for mid-fic chapters, I suppose, but it’s definitely how I approach endings in general! (There’s one fic I can think of that has a final sentence I fucking hate for reasons related to this but I don’t wanna go rewrite it because I am not sure what to change it to, and I’m really quite pleased with the rest of the fic!)

One thing that strikes me is that I can’t really tell from any of these firsts and lasts whether the fic is more funny or serious. It’s just a lot of interior monologue, really.I’m not sure if there’s anything here I specifically want to work on. Maybe experimenting more with diving right into the action?

ANYHOO. If you see this because you're still actually looking at your tumblr dash regularly (sorry sorry) and you wanna play, please do!! I won't stumble out of the woodwork and tag but I love you all ok byeee

[wispscribbles]

THE WAY YOU DRAW IS SO RAAHFJGKHLKHJSJFN IT IS SO SCRUMPTIOUS

As someone who’s only recently got into COD and getting BACK into drawing, ur art (esp soap) has been a HUGE inspo for me cause you just make them look so?? Like, idk how to describe it, but HUMAN. Like you translated the features from the games into art so well and your skill shows through it immensely !!! Like bro ur so talented and your knowledge of anatomy is insane and raaahhh I’m having trouble w words rn but just KNOW that ur art is amazing ok thx byeee

YEE AW THANK YOU!! Welcome to COD hell, it's extremely hard to leave (how am I still obsessed with this game I've never played???)

This means the world - I really want to make the characters look alive/human when I draw them, it's probably my main focus, so it's nice to hear it's working (yay!). Saying I have any grasp of anatomy is insane to me tho, I am fakin it till I'm makin it. Have you seen other COD artists? I thought my anatomy was Okay, but then I entered this fandom where everyone is insanely talented. It's so cool, it's rly made me want to get better and reignited my passion for drawing - and I love hearing that I'm paying it forward to you! Thank you sm for this ask <3<3

[artofmau]

I've had this one sketch saved on my ipad for ages, and tonight for some reasons I needed comfort but didn't want to start anything new... this is why I love forgetting about sketches: I can come m back and finish them later. Here are my beloved Yennefer and Tissaia together in an WhatIf? Universe where the Thanned ball actually finished how I want it to finish... with the two of them together, not necessarily romantically, but still having each other's back (and being romantic about it, yeah, no ok definitely , bye Geralt byeee)

Also, since I never played the games but I'm a huge fan of the books (and Season 1 of the Netflix show) I love to draw Tissaia as MyAnna Buring (from the show) but Yen more as I imagine her from the books

Sweet and loving Yennaia scenes will never not be comfy for me to draw :')

[blacktabbygames]

still recovering from the rona so sorry if this is rambly but do you know about ludonarracon? it's this neat digital games festival that gets hosted on steam once a year with a focus on interactive fiction and narrative heavy games exhibitor list for this coming festival just went live and wouldn't you know it, slay the princess was one of the lucky few to make it through the selection process. and we'll be doin a stream during the festival! and maybe there's some other stuff we're doin too that we haven't announced yet

like... maybe hosting a very cool panel with some very cool panelists... maybe

anyways lnc always has a ton of really cool demos, and it's one of my favorite ways others than steam next fest and spamming discovery queue to find out about cool new games (like that's how i found about beacon pines last year! also if you haven't played beacon pines you should play beacon pines it is SO clever and it's made everyone i know who's played it cry.)

^ perfect lil game. i think it's on gamepass too but you should just support the devs and buy it at full price. and also play it without reading about it please.

ok back to being sick, BYEEE

[headoverheelss]

Jealous Alador! Jealous Alador! Jealous Alador!

“Heyyy, Dad!!”

Alador could sense somebody yelling his name but he was too focus right now.

“Father?!”

“Dad, come on, you’re being weird.” Emira whispered the last part but to no avail.

The man, Nicholas, if he remembered correctly put a hand on Darius wrist. That did it for Alador. He could feel his body start to react. The abomination waiters started to bubble. The glass in his hand broke.

“Ok, Aladork I think that’s enough.” Eda punched Alador in the arm not so gently as it made him stop the chaos that was going to unfold around them if he kept this up.

“Edalyn,” alador gave her a glare.

“Oh don’t get like that with me,” Eda put one hand on her hip, “sorry I didn’t want you ruining my wedding. Did you forget where you were?”

Alador coughed awkwardly which answered the question. The music, chatter, and laughter filled his senses again.

“Yes, um, I’m sorry. And thank you for that, Raine would have killed me.”

Eda chuckled, “no problem but I have to ask what’s got you so weird?”

Edric answered immediately and not so quietly, “it’s because that man over there is flirting with Darius.”

Alador could feel his face start to heat up, “kids shouldn’t you be with your sister?”

Emira shook her head, “no, besides we aren’t kids anymore.”

“Yeah! We graduated remember?”

“And also, this seems like more fun.”

Eda looked over to where Edric had pointed before, she got a knowing smirk on her face.

“Huh, so Nicholas decided to come after all.”

Edric and Emira looked at each other, “whose Nicholas ?”

Alador gave Eda a look, completely ignoring the kids.

“What do you mean “after all”?”

Eda shrugged nonchalantly,” well he wasn’t going to come at first but then Raine told him that Darius was best man and I guess Nicholas changed his mind.”

Alador gritted his teeth. He turned around at Darius’s beautiful laugh floating through the air. Darius was laughing at something Marcus had said, the two seemed to be in their own little world.

While Alador was busy pining, the twins pulled on Eda’s dress getting her attention.

“Ms. Eda, whose Nicholas?”

“Well he’s an old boyfriend of Darius’s. They dated for a pretty long time starting at Hexside about that time when Odalia had her claws in your dad.”

Emira looked at the way her father was gripping onto another glass.

“Oh so he’s jealous.”

“Precisely my young apprentice, but don’t worry I have just the plan.”

The three schemed together until finally they got the logistics worked out. They put their hands together then excitedly whispered “bad girl coven go!”.

The twins ran off ready to excecute their plan.

Eda coughed, catching the attention of Alador.

“Listen, when you see him alone you better not ruin your chance, ok…byeee.”

With that Eda ran off, leaving Alador with questions.

He turned back watching Darius and Nicholas again. They were talking but suddenly the twins appeared. They both talked to Nicholas who looked confused but followed them as they made their way to the hallway.

The music changed to something slow. Eda’s words floated through his mind.

“When you see him alone,you better not ruin your chance.”

Alador put his hand through his already unruly hair.

It was now or never.

——

Darius was enjoying catching up with Nicholas and he wasn’t stupid as he knew what kind of games the man was playing with the little touches.

He had half a mind to put an end to it as he was only interested in one man here tonight but that one man was glaring extra hard right now at them.

Sue him then if he enjoyed making Alador jealous more than anything in the world.

Only now he was left along at the table. The twins had pulled Nicholas away because Eda wanted to talk to him somewhere. He thought it was a little weird.

He was going to get up and maybe find Eber but wa stopped when the one man he had been thinking of all night appeared in front him.

Alador looked down right handsome. He wore a nice suit and his face was clean shaven but Darius knew no matter how much the man shaved that the stubble seemed to grow back faster than before.

The two men stared at each other for awhile not saying anything. Alador took a a big breath of air then brought his hand up.

“Would you like to dance?”

Darius couldn’t help but smile, “I thought you hated dancing?”

Alador shrugged, “not if I have the right partner.”

Darius grabbed Alador’s hand which was so unlike his own. Alador’s hands were rough and filled with calluses from years of physical labor. Darius’s was smooth and soft as he liked taking time to properly care for his body. That didn’t make Darius love Alador any less though.

Alador pulled him to the dance floor putting unsure hands on Darius’s waist. Darius chuckled moving his hands to wrap around Alador’s shoulders.

They swayed to the song. Alador looking away too embarrass to say anything but Darius was happy. Happier than he had ever been in a long time.

He bent down to put his head on Alador’s shoulder. From far away it looked kind of weird as Alador was almost a foot smaller than Darius but Darius didn’t care.

He gave a happy sigh and Alador also relaxed, a smile spread across the inventors face.

From the sidelines, the twins jumped around excited for their dad. They both gave thumbs up to Eda who was dancing with Raine.

Alador pulled Darius closer to him, both content with the silence until Darius murmured something in his ear.

“You know I saw you glaring at us from across the room.”

Alador grumbled but the smile never left his face.

“Of course, you did.”

[lonestatus]

hiii ^_^ long time lonestatus loyalist here!! i know you’re into korone and i know that she’s like a vtuber and i’m just very interested to know how you got into that! i think i would be very interested in it (bc i love vocaloid) but like the one time i tried to watch a live stream i was like oh duh this is in japanese >.< do ppl like reupload with subtitles? or do you speak japanese?? it also just seems like there’s a lot of lore i don’t understand. sorry this is so long i just want to know where to begin and i trust your opinion!! oh also yuri recs?? wait are there yuri vtubers?? if not they should get on that. okay that’s enough byeee <3

hi! i ramble ^-^

i think i got into korone sometime around 2020, back when i still had insta and i saw some of her clips on there ^-^ and subtitled clips are mostly how youre gonna watch non-english vtubers! my fav tl is Jshay on yt since they tend to focus on translating korone clips, but there are definitely other translators out there that you may like, and maybe even other vtubers... i tend to only be interested in korone and okayuu, but ill watch a subaru clip every once in a while! but also, there's plenty of english vtubers if you'd like to watch whole streams! i can recommend artemis of the blue! shes very laid back and does a lot of gaming streams. Im not very fluent in japanese (and i dont have a lot of time) so im not usually able to catch streams, but i do wish i could more often. and dont worry too much about lore!! a lot of it is for establishing a character, there arent usually any like. scripted streams afaik, and almost all inside jokes get compiled in "why x is a thing" types of videos. but if you'd like music, vtubers arent synthesized like vocaloid, but hololive (company korone belongs to) started off with virtual idols and only recently focused more on gaming and stuff, so theres usually some music made - my icon is from the artwork for the saikyo tensai mv! ill link it below. and omg are there yuri vtubers. well ok its not explicit that theyre dating irl, but the characters of korone and okayuu do a looot of girlfriend stuff :3c in general theres a lot of yuribait among vtubers which can be problematic (and annoying), but personally i feel like their relationship is more refreshing and natural than exasperating like a lot of yuribait can be...

sorry this is so long i just dont know where to end! thank you for trusting me!

[lewkwoodnco]

Taking requests for lockwood x reader/locklyle taylor swift songfics! Also accepting general lockwood x reader/locklyle requests, the song isn’t compulsory!

Masterlist

I now have a taglist! You can fill in the form if you’d like to be tagged/no longer tagged 💖

Introductory post (below the cut):

HIII I just randomly started this blog one day so I thought I would do a bit of an introductory post that no one asked for 🤭

I go by Lily on here, and I’m a few months away from turning 18! I (officially) joined Tumblr around July 2020 and I have a main blog dedicated to another fandom so this is my secondary blog. I want to like make more friends with y’all on here so I’m listing some of my other interests down below so y’all can come scream at me about any of them!!

This whole obsession started after I randomly decided to watch Lockwood & Co on Netflix and OH MY GOD. Best decision in my life. I haven’t felt this interested in a fandom since my Harry Potter/Percy Jackson phase years back and though I still love them to death, I miss the experience of just falling in love with a fandom! I’ve also read books 3 to 5 (will read the first 2 books soon) and they were one of the few books I’ve truly enjoyed in the past few years. Like one thing I hate is cliches (not to be confused w tropes! Love those) and everything about l&c feels so fresh and exciting and UGH I will not shut up if I don’t stop now heheh

Some other fandoms/movies/shows I’m also interested in: Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Hunger Games, Sherlock, MCU, the Greenhouse Academy, a series of unfortunate events, the mysterious Benedict society, Bridgerton (a bit)

Music taste: pretty basic for the most part but I’m getting more interested in punk/metal? Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo (GUTS 🙇‍♀️), THE GOOD WITCHH, Gracie Abrams, a liiitle bit of Phoebe Bridgers and Hozier, Sabrina Carpenter and Lorde and more but these are just my favs!

I’m actually about to enter a bit of a busy phase of my life that will be over in like a month or two and I’ll finally be able to interact more with the Lockwood and Co community here then!!! 💃💃 (and also proof read my work better - rn I just pray for the best and hope I’m not posting work too riddled with errors 🤪) but until then yeaa I might not be so active and I’m so sorry to the people who have sent in requests, I’ll still be working on them but they might take a lil longer tysmm for ur patience 🙏

Lastly please check out this appreciation post I made for the wonderful people I’ve already kind of interacted with!!! I’ve followed like so many of y’all and you BEST BELIEVE I stalk your blogs and writings but under the guise of my main blog 🤭 Y’all ROCK and I love you guys so much 🥰🥰 ok byeee

[diabolikpersonals]

shu chaos lineage endingsssz

euphoria end: shu wins the fight with kino but decides not to kill him. no more brothers killing brothers, ok? then kino tells us that we’re in a separate space in reality (idk how to explain this lol) and gives them a hint about how to win this “game.” remember sleeping beauty being kissed awake in a church!! so shu and yui go to the church, say some cute stuff that sounds like theyre getting married, they kiss, and then they WAKE UP in eden, back in their regular clothes. everybody’s like, passed out around them. and karl heinz is there! (I knew he’d appear but he scared the hell out of me lol)

karl heinz is like “well u see! my friend and I did all of this. we wanted to make sure that u guys truly loved each other so we decided to just put you in a box and shake u around. and we can clearly see now that ur truly adam and eve! so u can go ahead and take my powers now!” and shu goes “umm. no thanks. maybe later. we still havent had a real battle for the throne so it would be unfair of me to take it now. byeee” and they bail and everything goes back to normal! they havent seen kino since, but yui’s sure he’ll reappear sometime.

labyrinth ending: whoa the mansion is on fire!! someone from violet or orange probably did it. quick, lets escape! but wait!! YUMA’S STILL ASLEEP IN HIS ROOM so shus like “u guys get the FUCK outta here, im gonna go rescue him” and yui comes too!! so we go to where yuma is!! but, gasp!! the debris fell on them- BUT!!!

when yui wakes up, reiji sadly informs her that shu is gone. the mansion totally burned, and yui and yuma made it out injured but alive. around them was ash, which must’ve been the remains of shu’s body as he protected them :’( yui goes crazy and starts talking to a hallucination of shu, and yuma curses and says this is all his fault for screwing up (baby noooo) and reiji assures him that it’s equally his fault for being unable to save them (baby nooooo)

GREAT ROUTE I got teary eyed lol

[horrorartist23]

Ok i tried to look a bit for the old master tnt sketches but i was unsucessful ill search more tomorrow. But during my search i found some other annoying orange stuff i drew years ago.

Prepare to cringe:

Human version of orange i made

Human Orange and Passion on the left that I drew with prompts on the right side are designs for a zombie version of Orange that I used for an old Digital piece

More designs of Zombie Orange

Human orange and orange in general. Also an attempt at the comic book artstyle

Cute annoying orange characters and a human design I had. I made his hair green because the leaves on his head were green. I dismissed the design later because you could confuse him with Pear

This one is interesting because this was based on a mobile game. I kinda wanted to make a loading screen for the game. Haha i just remembered all of that looking back at it.

Nya nya style😎 this doesnt really need an explanation does it?

Back when Among us was pretty big I drew a version of Annoying orange Among us characters. Looking book it was good. The expressions are good and the panels and stuff.

Anywhosie daisies i hope you enjoyed this cringy stuff byeee

[art-i-know-yes]

SPOILERS FOR LIMITED LIFE FINALES

im in class

Tango's Pov

rip skizz pour one out

laaaaassstttt epissoooooddeee

rough session is...yeah

"im the lowest!" "that's why you're in charge"

hiding. the plan is hiding.

Martyn always plans names

already bombing

team merge

bread bridge 2 is the hellscape

learning your lesson

scott is NOT waiting

Nosey Neighbors, TIME, Scott, and The Clockers

yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh

rule #1 is to always look up

one death and Etho is GOONNEE

grian scream :D

grian death :(

wow he wanted his time back

right back at him

BDUBS

awww ur soulmate

that looks awful

TANGO

oooo wasn't grian

surprise scar

14 MINUTES

they're hunting each other

DID THE BORDER MOVE

FALL DAMAGE

when did cleo die

rip tango

Scott's POV

whatcha doing babe

silent huh

YOU'RE NEARLY YELLOW

that's a lie

i just got Grian's notification

not for long

oh so martyn actually left the mean gills

im so excited to who's gonna win bc is not The Clockers

real time bomb set up

so...it went badly

one death

ok kinda figured it was planned

yes. very important to the deal.

gg babe

im so excited for Grian's pov bc wtf

like I know it's a game but like

scott dies in here

'sorry spilled my lava'

jinx

yeaaahhhh

a lot is happening

some of them hours

he's really just handing them out

scott is terrifying is the lesson

my heart

rip babe cause like

scott loses this game so sorry Beyonce

knew it was a play

"impulse :["

grian babe you had 5 hours. to have lost a solid 3.

OMG

Scott's--UGHH. the music he put scared me and THEN he backed away off the ladder. my heart.

GRIAN--WHY YOU ALWAYS AFTER SCAR

ALL THE CLOCKERS ARE OUT

"underwater?" "underwater." *next clip not in the water*

"i just wanna talk"

oooo they do (another headcannon lmao pearl and grian are siblings. of course very popular)

forgive each other's sins

"you can't see it from the ground" -joel

it's just up and up

so under bread bridge

plz no

grian is a 'yes and' man

GRIAN'S HACK

DIVE BABES

well there goes them

who died there

peaaaarll

RUN BIGB

HELL YEAH

"round table of compliments" for skizz!

scott keeps looking up and it's so funny

awwwwww

"you scare me" "awww"

"and now we kill each other"

rip bigb

bigb hacks

byeeeee dan

betrayal arc from i e

"martyyynnnn they tried to kill me" "who what where" "impulse and ethoooo" "alright they're dead" it's so cute

side note: my favorite thing out of this season is people being like 'this is a kindergarten playground.' i love it so much bc it's keeps it fun and cutesy. still love my angst tho

MEAN GILLS love em

the idea of everyone being like 1 or 2 deaths kicking them out the game is like exhilarating

oh. martyn.

NOO GRIAN last 6

everybody's off

BYEEE ETHO

Scott's so good

bye bye PEARL

mean gills vs impulse

8 minutes

even playing field

AHHHHHHH MARTYN

I figured it be one of them

HE WON YES OOO MEAN GILLS

babe said put him down

"my own mean gill. and i wouldn't have it any other way."

ya know the entire sun, star, moon win thing we got going on. well we have the Listener/Watcher which kind of fits in.

this is the the second time I've learned who won by actually watching and not just looking it up

Grian's Pov

solidarity. huh.

"my stuff"

i did vaguely think about boogey

well i wonder if that happens

"it works!"

well. there's that trap.

where's your mother

"went out for milk with the neighbor" lmao

oh. well. good idea.

he really is bc he's been wandering like this entire ep

literally did not hear a word from Grian other than a scream in...there

they're bullying him/j

was that a grian kill? i thought that was a tie kill

bad boy till the end

fun fun fun for the boy

the silent fights are the best bc you know they're all stressed

oh you created that one the sky height

IT WAS GRIAN

awww his cackle

it genuinely makes me very happy

he's just begging

ohhh that explains that one

oh that was pearl's

OH HE GOT CLEO TOO

final kills should give an hour

this season nobody actually ran out of food

like piranhas

too bad neither was right

the bridge will provide

potato pier will also provide

ok so i was right

gUlp

ya know each session is like 3 hours and so 8 episodes is basically 24 hours

oh so if you're in the same side you can't do anything but lmao

"MY BREAD"

babe just drowned

50 SECONDS

from every angle

what kills you grian I'm so curious but i have 8 more minutes

it's the feeling of being a badboy

awww scar's little 'cUtEgUy"

PROTECT THE PODCAST

ohhhh OHHH BC HE GAVE ETHO THE SWORD

even stevens

it's just loop and loop and loop

"pearl-friends PEARL.FRIENDS."

pearl is too feral

good luck

this music

WOOOOWWWW. YOU PULLED A JIM. YOU PULLED A JIMMY.

rip my bad boy

"ooOOOOoOooO spooky"

you did well tho. very good.

Jimmy. jimmy please. I SO BADLY WANT TO KNOW YOUR REACTION.

sighhhh the bad boy way spreads. they all died on bread bridge.

MARTYN'S MY LAST ONE AND I WOULD HAVE ACTUALLY FINISHED THE SERIES THE DAY OF AND NOT MONTHS AFTERWARDS...

Martyn's Pov

very excited to watch.

im listening on 2x speed bc he mostly with views I've watched

untrue and you know it

very funny fast speed voices

water people love it

oh he did that

oh so much happened

fast suspense music

for the /j

"Wow this map is huge" Yeah literally half of the map was just ignored

3 numbers that kill you from boat drop

you know the fact that Scott let them do that but i guess it makes sense bc he's pretty honest but

wow martyn

nope just Grian

he was instant with that jump

he killed etho WOO

mad maneuvers

almost pulled a tango

had to change it back to normal speed. headache :(

mean gills double team

you got him with his own bucket

scott was putting on work

'hard sweat hard sweat why you gaming so hard'

4 hr 8 min

like our fore fathers who watch on

lmao went insane

why we counting down

fair. ominous.

back here

OH YEAH I FORGOT ABOUT THE FRAGMENT SOUL THINGS

is he free from being a Listener now that his soul is safe

im so spacey that i can't really understand

ok wait. there are watchers. they are Listeners. not free but still trying to run away from a choice. after each perma death(?) [for martyn] there's a soul fragment and woven together they make his soul.

that's the gist, right?

ANYWAY THATS THE END AND AHAHHHHHHH IM SO HAPPY HE WON WOO

annnnddd im actually caught up on every pov bc the first 2 i only watched grian and in dl i got too behind and only watched grian's finale (as well as Jimmy's but...we all know how that ended)

anyway im happy. im scared to read angst. and i really want to see more of the kindergarten playground au type beat. but. yeah. that was fun.