#things are gettin weird today

[ajdrawshq]

you love them...... 0(-(

[strang3lov3]

VS

Summary: Yours and Joel’s newest patrol task is exploring the old mall not far from Jackson. You learn what Victoria’s Secret really is. (She was NOT having an affair with former president of the United States Colonel Sanders) AKA grumpy cranky joel and you get down and dirty in an old Victoria’s Secret.

This is part 1 of my new series “Mall Rats”

Warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, doin it in front of a mirror (thanks gracie!), reverse cowgirl, joel is a dick, joel is condescending, reader is charming just like me, Joel does all the work because reader is a lady and Joel is an asshole.

W/C: 4.7k

“Weird looking stairs,” you mumble as you take in the unique environment. Beneath your feet are metallic steps with deep lined grooves, in front of you is Joel, stepping down the staircase. In the enclosed building, the walls are lined with different shops, there’s a few different seating areas. Old posters, advertisements. Colorfully painted walls are overgrown with roots and vines. 

“S’cause they’re not regular stairs,” Joel says with a gruff voice. “S’called an escalator. Didn’t have to walk up and down the steps, you could stay stationary and it’d move ya up an’ down.”

“Sounds cool.”

“No,” Joel mutters. “Not cool.”

None of this is cool to Joel. In fact, it’s the opposite. 

Tommy and his crew had stumbled across this mall while on patrol. Of course they couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, but they deemed it largely safe of infected. He wasn’t sure how picked over it was, but he figured it would be a good task for you and your curious mind. Comb it through for supplies, clothing, entertainment. Take notes and report back to him. 

So what was Joel there for?

To chaperone you, of course. Keep you out of trouble, keep you safe, answer your million and one questions. 

It was Tommy’s sick and twisted idea of a joke. Joel’s new patrol project involved two of the things he disdained the most: Malls, and you.

 Comedy gold.

“No,” you mock his tone with a silly face, “Not cool.”

Joel rolls his eyes and ignores you. When you reach the bottom of the steps, he looks at his surroundings as he reaches in his bag for his flashlight. Turning it on he says, “We’ll start down here and work our way up. Scope everything out, get familiar. Then you can start combing through the stores for supplies and what have you. You stick by me. No wanderin’.”

“Don’t you mean we?” you ask. “We comb through the stores.”

“No, sweetheart, I don’t. S’your job, not mine. I’m just here to keep ya from gettin’ killed.”

Whatever. Joel can bitch and moan about this all he wants, but you’re grateful for the opportunity to explore the infinite wonders of the mall. It’s not like you’ve got much else to do. You’re indoors, safe from the elements and infected. You’re not complaining. 

You reach into your own bag and pull out your flashlight. You turn it on, and the light flickers dimly. You smack it with your palm a couple times before the light finally goes out, then turn to Joel with a sweet smile on your face. “You wouldn’t happen to have a couple extra–”

“You’re lucky I do,” Joel glares at you as he digs through his belongings to find a couple of double A batteries in his pack. You hold out your hand and he begrudgingly drops the batteries in your palm. “Quit fuckin’ around. Be prepared next time.” He’s certainly jolly today. 

You replace the batteries and turn your flashlight on, and begin to make your way through the bottom level of the mall. Joel’s said nothing since giving you the batteries. 

“So what did you do here? Or, not here specifically. Just like, malls in general,” you ask as you make your way through tables and chairs. A big sign on a nearby wall informs you that this area is called the food court. 

“I did nothing. Malls were always packed with people, way too busy. Too many teenagers. Expensive too,” Joel scrunches his nose as he catches a whiff of something foul at an old hot dog stand. “But other people, they’d come here and shop for clothes, get somethin’ to eat. Could catch a movie f’ya wanted.”

“So where’d you get your clothes from?”

Joel shrugs. “Dunno. Just kinda always had them in my dresser, I guess.”

Sounds like Joel. 

There’s a Panda Express, something called Auntie Anne’s that you and Joel are looking through together. He’s eyeing the cooking equipment and you’re baffled as you stare at a five gallon drum of nacho cheese on the floor.

“That cheese is probably still good,” Joel comments. 

“You’re joking.”

“It ain’t the real cheese like we got back in Jackson. Auntie Anne’s was a pretzel shop, lotta people would dip ‘em in that cheese.”

Auntie Anne’s doesn’t have much to offer, so you and Joel move right along. Next stop is Kentucky Fried Chicken. You point to the man on the logo. “Who’s that?”

“Colonel Sanders. He was the president way back when.”

You know better. “No, he wasn’t.”

“Sure he was,” Joel says. “You weren’t there. You don’t know.”

He’s such a dick. You roll your eyes and leave him and Colonel Sanders to their own devices as you walk through the rest of the food court. 

Joel doesn’t realize you’d left. He tells you another Kentucky Fried Fun Fact and when he’s met with no answer, he looks up to find you at Cinnabon at the end of the food court. 

He makes his way to you then kicks you with his boot. “Didn’t I tell you to stay next to me?”

You ignore his question and ask him your own. “What’s Cinnabon?”

“M’serious,” he says. “No more wanderin’.”

“Yeah, yeah. No wanderin’.” you mock his Southern accent once more. But more importantly, you demand answers. “Tell me about Cinnabon.” 

“They’re just cinnamon rolls. Cinnamon. Bun. S’in the name, genius.”

“I’m guessing you didn’t like those much either, then.”

“Actually, they were pretty good. Big and gooey, covered in icing. You were supposed to split ‘em with someone but I never did.”

“Ah, right. You and your sweet tooth,” You smile. 

“I don’t have a sweet tooth,” Joel lies. “Keep movin’.”

So you do. There’s a lemonade stand here and there, but mostly shops now. A bookstore, jewelry stores. Something called “Wet Seal”. You ask Joel what it is, to which he replies “Fuck if I know.”

A shoe store has piqued Joel’s interest. He’s looking for a new pair of boots as you stare out the window of the shop, wondering who the hell Victoria is and what secret she’s hiding. Joel taps you on the arm to tell you to follow him as he leaves the shoe store.

“What’s Victoria’s Secret?”

“Oh,” Joel says. “Nothin’. We don’t need to go there.”

Oof. Bad move, Joel. Now you have to find out what the deal is with Victoria’s Secret. You take off for the store, ignoring Joel’s orders to stick by his side. “Did she have a secret affair with President Colonel Sanders?”

“No, god dammit. Get back here. We ain’t goin’.”

“Why not?”

“I just don’t wanna.”

But you do. So you ignore his bitching and approach the store, stopping when you realize exactly what kind of store it is. “Oh.”

Joel catches up to you. “Mhm,” he mumbles. “S’just underwear. Now c’mon, I’m tired of chasin’ ya.”

“No way,” you argue. “I need new underwear. I’m actually going commando right now, so this is perfect.”

 Joel makes a face like he’s in pain and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Jesus Christ. Boundaries.”

You don’t believe in TMI. 

You enter the store, entranced by the women in the photos and the black sparkly floor. There’s a big table with panties laid on top, drawers underneath that indicate sizing. You open the drawers with your size and begin sifting through the underwear. All different styles, patterns, colors. Way cuter than the few you have back in Jackson. 

You pick out a few different pairs. Brown with pink polka dots, pink with red roses. Some bikini styles, some boyshorts. You hold up a white pair with lace and a little blue flower sewn on the center of the waistband. “Joel, look! Aren’t these cute?”

“Just adorable,” he mumbles without bothering to actually look. If his voice were any more full of sarcasm he’d choke. Joel keeps his eyes firm on the ground, like he’s being intimidated by the mannequins and their threatening panties. You giggle and he shoots you a warning look. 

You look for a few more pairs, then find a few pairs that look a little different. You hold one up, trying to figure out which side you put your legs through. When you look at the nearly bare-assed woman in the advertisement that reads 5 for $20 above you, you realize how it’s meant to be worn. Oh, you think. Neato. You stuff a few of the thongs in your bag. Could be fun. 

Joel’s still behind you, eyes still focused on the floor, off in his own, prudish little world. You wonder what he’s thinking. There’s a fire engine red thong in the drawer, with sparkles and lace. You know, the works. And you know it’ll be just perfect for a special someone. “Hey, Joel. Found some for you.”

“Not interested.”

You loop the thong over your index finger and pull back with your other hand, then shoot it at Joel like it’s a hair tie. It hits him square on his nose and he catches it in his hand, then throws it on the ground as he pouts. “Alright, enough. You’re done. We’re leavin’.”

You shake your head. “Tommy said I’m in charge.”

Joel groans. “Oh, for the love of god. In charge, my ass.”

You know better than to keep arguing. So you just walk towards the bras, ignoring Joel’s voice in the background telling you to get back here. He hates it when you walk away from him when he’s speaking, so he always follows you so that you hear every last word. It works out, though. You get to do what you want, and Joel gets to give you his stern talking-to. How’s that for a compromise?

The bras are set up similarly to the panties, with different drawers for different sizes. Joel’s still going off about how you never follow orders, how you probably don’t even need any of this, you’re just doing it to get under his skin. And it’s working. Something about how when we get back to Jackson, I’m telling Tommy to take me off of patrol with y–

You interrupt. “The fuck?”

“What?”

“What does any of this mean? 30A, 30B, 32A, 34C, 34DD?” You hold up different bras and show him the tags. 

“Those are sizes, sweetheart.” 

“Yeah, I gathered that, thanks. But what’s my size?”

“Why’re ya askin’ me? Just grab one so we can go. Christ almighty.” 

Men. No help at all. 

Surely a store that specializes in bras must have some sort of sizing chart or something. There’s end caps with different beauty products, you stuff a strawberry flavored lipgloss in your pocket as you search. The register might have something, you guess. And lucky you, you’re right. Under the counter are a few measuring tapes and charts. 

Predictable Joel follows you, of course. He says nothing as you read through the instructions. First wrap around your back, under your armpits and just above your bust. That’s your band size. Then do the same with your bust, and subtract the band size from the bust. There’s your A, B, C, D and so on.

You take off your hoodie and stand in just a tank top, no bra. When you said commando, you meant it. Joel watches you as you wrap the measuring tape around yourself. 

“Sweetheart,” Joel interrupts, and he sounds exhausted. “What are you doin’.”

“Making you a Cinnabon, what’s it look like?” you mumble with your chin smushed into your neck as you try to read the numbers on the tape. 

And Joel thought Ellie was annoying. 

You’ve got the measuring tape twisted and tangled behind you, and you don’t even realize it. The inner contractor in Joel can’t bear to watch any more of this fuckery. “Give me that,” he spits, yanking the measuring tape away from your body. “You’re useless.”

Joel looks over the directions for a moment before tapping your arms. You lift up, he wraps the measuring tape properly around your body. There’s a nearby pen and he scribbles the number down, then lowers the measuring tape, his thumbs skating over the clothed flesh of your breasts. Your nipples harden as his fingers brush them accidentally. 

And you thought the thong you shot at Joel was red. It doesn’t even begin to compare to the shade of crimson Joel’s face turns as he realizes what he’s done. Quickly, he drops the measuring tape and writes down the second number and your bra size. “Ther-” his voice cracks and he clears his throat. “There. Go find your bra. Then we’re leavin’, and I’m not arguin’ this time.”

You smirk at his vocal mishap. “Okay. But I have to try them on first.”

“You never make things easy for me, do you?”

Joel follows you as you look for a few different bras in your size. You pick out a few that match your panties, and a few others. There’s a silky black bra with so much memory foam padding that it rivals your pillow at home. Again, perfect for your special someone. 

Joel’s smelling different perfumes when you sidle up to him and lay the bra on his head, the large cups sitting on either side of his scalp. “Mickey Mouse,” you tell him.

Joel glares at you as he removes the bra and drops it on the floor. “You are giving me a fuckin’ aneurysm.” 

You look pleased with yourself, which only makes him more pissed off. But the table next to Joel catches your eye. There’s a pretty satin babydoll dress, with a matching pair of panties. It’s a nice light pink color, with pretty floral lace. “Hmm.” you mumble, thinking to yourself.

Joel watches your eyes leave his face as you become distracted. “What?” he turns his attention toward where your vision is focused. “Oh. Nope. You don’t need that.”

 “Why not?”

“You said you needed underwear. S’lingerie. All them frills and lace…” Joel trails off.

“I think it’d be nice for a date night.”

Joel’s jaw clenches slightly. “I do not envy the poor bastard who takes you home,” he says. He’s probably just annoyed, at his wit’s end with you. Probably not jealous. Definitely not jealous. “But guys don’t give a shit what you’re wearin’, honey. Just wanna get what’s underneath. S’a waste of time.”

You shrug and grab your size in the lingerie anyway. Then you take off towards the dressing rooms to try everything on. You enter the first room on the right, and Joel sits at a bench directly across, just a few feet away from you. 

You try on a couple of bras and feel pleased when they fit and support you. They make the girls sit pretty, too.

You take off the bra and eye the pretty babydoll and its matching bottom. So you try it on, and it’s gorgeous. It frames you nicely, sits right above your ass to show off the panties. You admire yourself in the mirror for a while before deciding you’ll save it for a date night. Fuck what Joel says. Maybe he doesn’t like lingerie, but that doesn’t mean you can’t. 

Things are going smoothly until you try to unhook the babydoll in the back. It’s stuck or something. You fidget with it for a second, accidentally smacking your elbow against one of the dressing room walls in the process. 

“Y’alright in there?” Joel calls out to you.

“Fine, just uh…” You step out of the dressing room. “Need your help with the hook in the back. It’s stuck.”

Joel looks like a deer in the headlights when you stand before him, clad in your pink satin babydoll and matching panties. You leave the changing room door open, Joel stares at your ass on the mirror attached to it. He’s all flustered, eyes wide and mouth agape. “Lord have mercy.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re not a lingerie guy.”

Joel swallows thickly. “I don’t know about that, exactly.”

“No?” You raise an eyebrow. Joel, suddenly a man of few words. How much nicer he is when he’s quiet, you think. “How about you unhook it so I can change?”

“Yeah I could uh…do that.” Joel stands up, then carefully holds the straps of your dress between his fingers. His featherlight touch leaves goosebumps on your shoulders. “Shouldn’t be wearin’ this. It’s very impractical.” 

“I know, Joel. You mentioned that.”

His hands trail lower down the straps, his fingers resting against your skin. “Uh huh. Cheap material…could get torn very easily f’ya aren’t careful.”

And then his fingers are moving up the straps again. He places two hands on your hips and turns you around, fingers skating across your ass cheeks. You feel his body step closer to yours, his hot breath on your neck as he whispers, “M’sure it's not stitched too good. Probably not easy to clean, either.” He catches you off guard when you look at yourself in the mirror. He’s staring intently at the reflection of your body, then his eyes flicker to yours.

“Right,” you agree. 

Joel’s scanning your body again, observing how the fabric falls around your curves just so. He looks hungry, like the moment you peel your eyes from him he’ll devour you.

“Are you gonna take it off of me?” He ignores your question as he pinches the bottom of your babydoll between his fingers, the soft satin tickling your skin as he moves the fabric. “Joel?”

“Yeah, hon. I’m gettin’ there. Be patient f’me, now.” Your stomach flutters at the low timbre of his voice, the way he purrs in your ear. Joel absolutely does not like lingerie. Not one bit, god dammit.

His eyes are darkened with lust as he sucks in a breath, admiring the way your breasts sit beneath the clothing, the way it drapes over your stomach and rests on your hips. One of the straps falls off your shoulder and he clicks his tongue. “See? S’no good.”

“Guess so,” you agree, and he places the strap back on your shoulder, his fingers lingering for a moment too long as he contemplates his next move.

“Closer,” he pulls your hand towards himself, and you step backward. He lets his hands slide down your body over the lingerie and you watch him frown in the mirror, his hands stopping when he reaches the bottom of your dress. “N’it covers up all these pretty curves…” Joel lifts up the fabric, inspecting the craftsmanship of your panties. He takes note of the way they’re darkened beneath your core, sticky with your arousal. “These panties…thin, huh?” He traces a finger delicately over the strap on your hip, pulling it back and snapping on your skin. 

Your breath hitches in your throat. “Joel,” you breathe shakily, “You’re teasing me.”

“M’sorry, darlin’. Just tryna show ya somethin’.” You watch as he trails a finger over your mound, dragging it across the damp cloth and finding your clit over the fabric. He rubs steady circles as he whispers, “See, now look at that. You’re stainin’ em. Makin’ a big fuckin’ mess of yourself.”

You bite back a moan. “Joel, what are you doing?”

“What’s it look like, I’m makin’ a Cinnabon.” Joel mocks you from earlier, but you don’t catch his snide teasing. You’re foggy headed and lost in this moment. “I just said I’m tryna show ya somethin’. Now hush while I’m speakin’.” He pushes your panties to the side, smirking when he feels how soaked your soft folds are as he drags his fingers up and down your slit. Your knees weaken and wobble, and Joel wraps an arm around your waist to guide you back some more. He sits on the bench with you on his lap, tapping a foot in between yours. You spread your legs and your stomach flutters feeling his hardness press against you. You watch him through the mirror as he speaks quietly into your ear, his breath tickling you as two of his thick fingers breach your entrance and push inside. “You said this lil’ number would be nice for a date, right?”

You nod while whimpering, turning your face into his neck. With his other strong hand, he holds your jaw and turns your attention back to the mirror in front of you. “S’matter? Don’t be gettin’ all bashful on me now,” he murmurs.  He’s curling his fingers, swirling them inside you and memorizing every inch of your walls. “Watch how I touch ya.”

You watch his fingers twitch and dance under your pretty pink panties. You peel your eyes away to look at his face, and he’s focused on his hand between your thighs. 

“S’pose it could be nice for a date,” Joel breathes. “You’d wear this, what, under a pretty dress or somethin’?”

You nod again.

“And then when that pretty dress comes off that evenin’, then what happens?”

“I-I dunno, Joel.”

“I know you don’t, sweetheart. I’ll tell you what happens. Your gentleman's gonna take one look at this little getup and rip it right off. Leave it in shreds on the floor and break your poor heart.”

You’re waiting for Joel to do just that. But he doesn’t, he just keeps fingering you under your panties. Two fingers deep inside you, thumb painting circles into your clit. There’s a heat building in your stomach, tickling you from the inside. Joel takes a moment to lift you up, undo his jeans and pull himself out before he begins to rock against you. His head nudges between your cheeks, warm and smooth and hard. How you wish you could see it, hold it in your hand, feel him with your tongue. You squirm against him and find his free arm, hugging it tight to steady yourself on him. Joel chuckles in a low tone.

“But I know you feel pretty,” Joel continues, “M’gonna work around it for ya, baby, but only if you’re good t’me. You know what that means?”

You’re irritated as you shake your head no. Joel’s using his fingers to taunt you, tease you. He knows just how he’s working you up, giving you just enough to keep you squirming but not enough to send you over the edge.

“It means–” Joel pulls his fingers away from your core and you groan. “Shush. Quit your whinin’.” He pushes you up by your hips so he can pull his pants down a little further, then sits you on his lap again, this time with his cock sitting between your folds and your panties pulled as far to the side as he could get them. With his hands still on your hips, he guides you up and down, up and down, coating himself in your arousal. You can just barely make out the shape as his tip rubs against your clit. He continues, “Means no more wanderin’,” he pulls the top of the babydoll down and watches your tits fall out, his both hands leaving your hips and sliding up to play with your breasts. “Y’come prepared for patrol,” he notches his stiff cock at your dripping entrance, “And I’m in charge. Not you. We clear?”

You nod. You’re not sure how he did it, but with Joel’s teasing, he’s seemingly melted away every bit of attitude in you.

“Good girl. Now don’t say I don’t do nothin’ for ya.”

With that, he thrusts up into you, parting your insides. You watch his cock disappear inside of you before throwing your head back on his shoulder with a moan. Joel smirks before using a firm yet gentle hand to guide your head back where he wants it. “Watch,” he coos, reminding you. “You’re pretty like this.”

Joel uses his hands on your hips to bounce you on his cock, then lets them glide up your body. He palms your breasts, squeezing and watching your flesh move and bulge under his fingers. He gropes you a couple of times while pinching and twisting your nipples, enjoying the way your moans change pitch with the action. 

While Joel plays with your nipples, you ride him. Your thighs ache and tremble, knees shaking. You bounce yourself on him a little longer before letting yourself go limp. 

Joel takes the hint, drops his hands to your hips and picks up where you left off. You lean back and let him do his thing. “Gonna make me do all the work for ya, huh?”

You say nothing, just let those sweet sounds fall from your lips as he fucks you. You reach between your thighs and touch what you can of him, unsatisfied with the way you didn’t get to before. Joel makes a noise, seemingly enjoying it.

He kneads your ass as he uses his strong arms to move you up and down, snapping his hips against yours. “Fuck,” he hisses. He lets out breathy sounds, grunts and growls tickling your ear and making the hair on your neck stand straight up. He’s sweating, soaking through his shirt and making your back feel damp. You’ll take what you can get of Joel right now, but you’re wishing you could see him better. Feel him more, his skin, watch his muscles twitch under you. Or above you. You don’t have a preference at the moment.

“Joel,” you moan. “Oh, Joel.”

He smirks, pleased with the noises you make. Pleased with your lack of words, your lack of attitude. How docile for him you are. He would have fucked you long ago if he knew you’d be like this. So well behaved. 

He turns his face into your neck and bites down. Hard. He soothes the marks over with his tongue, whispering nothings into your skin. You find your clit with your hand and begin circling it while Joel fucks into you. You think you have the right. Joel, however, disagrees.

“Hey,” he smacks your hand away. “What’d we talk about? Who’s in charge?” You move your hand between your thighs again, and Joel circles your wrist with his fingers and holds it away from you. “I asked you a question.”

“You are, Joel,” you breathe. 

“S’right. Means I take care of ya,” In the mirror, you watch Joel let go of your wrist and find your clit himself. “Thought you’d know better. Just sit pretty. S’all ya gotta do.”

“Joel,” you whisper, “Let me come,” 

“What’s the magic word, hon?”

“Please,” you beg. “Please. Make me come for you, I want–I wanna come on your cock, please. Please, Joel.”

“Wrong,”

You huff, exasperated and frustrated. 

 “It’s Cinnabon.”

Joel shifts himself on the bench, finding the perfect angle. He continues fucking you, effortlessly finding that sweet spot inside you. He pulls back the hood of your clit, fingers painting the sensitive nub as he begins his work. Your thighs tremble and shake, he keeps you pressed tight to his chest. 

He’s magic. You’re moaning with abandon, eyes darting between the picture between your thighs and his face, and he’s playing with you like he owns you. 

“Right there,” you tell him. “Right there, Joel.”

Soon enough, your moans become breathier and broken, spread out between a medley of curse words and Joel’s name. 

“Yeah,” he says. “Look at you, comin’ so nice on my cock.”

You squeeze Joel’s working arm as you come, nails digging into his hot skin, feeling his tendons and muscles twitch under your fingertips. Your walls pulse and contract with your orgasm, the pleasure built up deep inside you spilling over and coursing through your veins. 

You’re limp against Joel, letting him use you as he chases his own release. He sits you straight up, bounces you harshly for a moment before breathing through his gritted teeth. You pull your attention from the mirror in front of you and focus your vision on your lap, watching as he comes inside you. Watching yourself soak his cock. He keeps you moving, his spend spilling out of you and over your pink panties. 

Joel pulls your body off of him and sits you back down. His spend continues dripping out of you, spilling onto the bench. He gets your clothes out of the dressing room and places them next to you, then stands you up and unclips your babydoll dress in the back. You forgot about that. But he did say he was getting to it, after all. 

He pulls the garment off of you, then helps you out of your stained panties. He helps you into a new pair of panties, the white pair with the little blue flower on the waistband. “So you’re not goin’ commando anymore,” he says. Then he dresses you in one of your new bras, your shirt and your pants. The lingerie lays crumpled on the floor. 

“So you still don’t like lingerie?” you ask.

Joel shrugs. “Keep it. I don’t care,” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “You tried your shit on, we’re leavin’.”

That’s fine by you. Next stop is Bath and Body Works. You spotted it earlier, and you actually know what that store is. You’re low on body sprays and you’re gonna make Joel help you pick out some new ones, even if you have to drag him kicking and screaming. 

‘Cause Tommy said you’re in charge. 

Part two here

NO MORE TAGLIST!! Follow @strang3stories and turn on notifs!

[stevenose]

under you (18+)

day 29/31 of the august writing challenge

today’s word: capture

contains: steve x reader; reader with a vagina and breasts; reader wears a skirt/tights; no gendered language (such as good girl, etc) used; primal play!; enthusiastic consent; sex outdoors; safeword system (only green used); kink exploration; absolute gentleman steve; kink negotiation; a little bit of pain play; self degradation on reader’s part; squirting; cumming inside; aftercare <3

a/n: this is long and probably not good. i’ve never written something like this before so please forgive me if it’s bad. love and light xox

You didn’t think Steve noticed. But the thing about Steve is that he always notices things with you.

He first noticed how flustered you’d get when he’d play-wrestle with you. Pinning you beneath his body while you squirmed and whined. How disappointed you seemed when he’d give you a kiss and then roll off of you to hold you instead. How warm your body was against his, how you’d keep adjusting, pressing your ass against his dick when his arms would wrap around you.

Then he noticed how you sometimes like to be just out of reach. Giggling and stepping away at the right time, ducking out of his embrace or a kiss. How you made him work for it, running away, albeit lazily - how you’d moan when he finally caught you and kissed you fiercely, holding you tight so you didn’t run away again.

And now, he’s noticing how you’re squirming in your seat beside him on the couch. There’s a horror movie playing on his TV in front of you. He wanted a cute date night. To hold you when you get scared, arm around you, whispering reassurance in your ear.

“Don’t worry, baby. I could kick that guy’s ass.”

He really does think you’re scared at first. The way your breath hitches, how you fidget with your fingers. But your eyes are glued to the movie, and not once do you recoil or scoff while the killer chases his next victim. If anything, you seem incredibly interested, where before you’d been making jokes at the corniness and special effects. Steve wraps his arm around you as intended, but he doesn’t speak just yet, curious with your reaction.

You seem to not even notice that he’s staring. Simply watching the screen, your eyes wide, lips slightly parted. You watch like that all the way up to the villain pinning the screaming protagonist down and lifts his knife, and then you blink and look away, suddenly disinterested. Which is a little weird, Steve thinks. That’s usually the part that people can’t look away from.

So it happens again later in the movie - a chase scene, someone getting pinned. You have the same reaction this time, except you’re a little more active. Shifting in your seat, crossing your legs. The moment your thighs squeeze together it clicks for Steve, who is equally shocked and amused. His pretty little thing? Getting off to something like this?

“You like that, don’t you?” he whispers, leaning towards your ear, and it’s truly like you can’t hear him. Your eyes still glued to the movie while a little fight ensues between the characters. “Honey?”

“Yeah?” you ask, looking over at him finally. Your chest heaves and you lick your lips, looking a little dazed.

Steve smiles. “Do you like that?”

Your eyes widen. “Do I like what?”

One of his big hands rests on your thigh and he smiles a little wider when they clench again. “You like gettin’ chased and pinned down, huh?”

You laugh abruptly and take his hand off of your thigh, quick to uncross your legs. “You’re insane,” you scoff, and Steve can’t help but to press further.

“Then why are you so worked up, huh? You can’t hide that from me. I can see how turned on you are.”

“I’m just - I’m just freaked out.”

Steve hums. “I don’t think so.”

“Okay, smartass. What do you think, then?”

He raises his brows. “What I think,” he says lowly, leaning in towards you, “is that you want a big, strong man to chase you, pin you down, and fuck you.”

You balk at him, eyes frantically searching his face to see if he’s serious or not. If you’re really caught or not. “You’re way off base.”

“So you’re telling me you don’t like it when I have to chase you through the living room to get a kiss? Or when I pin you down like this?”

He lunges forward, pressing your back down against the couch and climbing on top of you. This time, you actually moan, even though he hasn’t done anything to you yet. “Fuck, Steve, stop-“ But just as quickly as he moves away, you grab him and bring him back, face and chest alight with embarrassment and arousal.

“So you do like this?” he asks, much more serious this time as he pins your hands above your head.

“I like it too much,” you breathe. “I know it’s fucked up.”

He’s repulsed by you saying that. Sure, he’s a pretty vanilla guy. But he likes servicing more than anything. If you told him you wanted him to chase you through the woods and fuck you when he captures you, he will. Easy.

So he does, a week later.

It’s around dusk and you’re standing at the edge of his property, facing the woods. You meticulously planned this out, safe word and all. You’re giddy, bouncing on your feet while Steve does stretches - he hasn’t played basketball in a hot minute.

“I think I might really outrun you,” you say excitedly.

“Not in those shoes,” he counters, eyes flicking towards your mary janes. “I know that’s the point, but couldn’t you have worn some sneakers?”

“I’m playing the part.” You’re still bouncing like you’ll take off any second, smiling. You’re wearing a white blouse and a skirt, too, with tights on underneath. Easy access, you’d explained, because your fuck in the woods will have to be relatively quick considering the exhibitionism of it all.

Steve stands, black Levis gripping onto his skin, a simple navy t-shirt on. He’s not wearing underwear and, yes, he already regrets it. He gives you a once over. You’re definitely pretty enough to chase, something he doesn’t want to let slip through his fingers.

“You ready?”

You take a deep breath and nod, turning back around to face the woods. Steve’s cock is already getting hard. This isn’t exactly his thing, but your excitement, paired with that skin tight skirt, certainly does something for him.

“I’m giving you a ten second head start,” he says smoothly. You already know this, but it’s part of the game. “I’ll count out loud so you can hear. And you’d better run, baby. Once I catch you, you’re mine.”

He pauses for dramatic effect. The tension in the air is thick, your body ready to move at any moment.

“One.”

He starts his chase after ten. He has to admit that he feels like a creep, stalking you in the woods, but he’s a little bit enthralled, too. You’re probably already dripping for him. There’s a reward at the end of this. Two, actually. He’ll get to cum, sure, but more importantly, you’ll get to.

You must not be running very fast because he’s already gaining on you, can see your white shirt through gaps in the trees. And now he feels elated. With you in sight, it’s a little fun. He picks up his pace, dodging broken branches and boulders. He waits to snag you until you’re at a good spot, with more leaves on the ground that rocks.

Steve tackles you, pinning your body beneath his, his chest against your back. “Where do you think you’re goin’?” he asks, grinding into your ass, and then, “You okay?”

You nod and he exhales, relieved. You pant under him, writhing, trying your absolute damndest to get out from under him. You moan, nothing but excited, and Steve’s hand glides up your leg and under your skirt. He squeezes your ass and chuckles, leaning down to press his lips against your ear. “Go on, baby, tire yourself out.”

“Fuck you,” you pant, playful. “You’re slower than I thought you’d be.”

You cry out when he spanks you. “Who’s on top of who, huh?”

He sits on your legs, keeping them spread wide and you pinned. His hands push your skirt up and he tears your tights at the seam, exposing your ass and pussy. You still squirm as his fingers trail along your skin until finally reaching your slit.

“Holy shit,” he gasps, involuntarily. You’re so wet down here. He’s positively never felt a wetter pussy in his life. And now he can really lean into it, his own arousal spiking, jeans tenting. “You really get off on this, huh? Needed this all along, didn’t you? Your big strong boyfriend to pin you down and take what’s his?”

“Steve,” you moan, hips arching back.

“Tell me, baby. How much you want me to fuck you like this.”

“Please!”

He spanks you again, cock kicking while he watches your ass jiggle. Even your thighs are soaked. “Please what?”

You push your ass back as best as you can again, arching further. “Please fuck me.”

He hums and uses his thumbs to part your slit, nearly busting at the sight of your wet, clenching hole. “Gotta stretch you out first,” he mumbles, thumbs moving inward. “Don’t want it to hurt, do we, honey?”

Steve sinks a thumb inside of you. You moan loudly, fingernails digging into the dirt below. He only lets the tip rest inside of you, not yet daring to go any further. He wants to see how desperate he can get you.

“God, please fuck me, Steve,” you moan, trying and failing to push back onto him. “I’m so wet for you, just - just rail me, please!”

Now he’s fishing his cock out of his pants because holy shit. He fists himself, precum dripping from his slit. He’s nearly as sensitive as you are, and watching you flutter around his thumb makes his stomach flip. “You really think you can take it? Without any prep? Your hole’s so tiny, honey, I’d break you in two.”

“Then do it,” you whimper. “It hurts without you.”

He finally gives in, letting his thumb sink all the way inside of you. You groan gutturally over what Steve would consider to be nothing. His thumb is no where near the size of his cock.

“Think I might break your brain when I finally fuck you,” he taunts, letting his thumb glide in and out of you.

“Do it,” you repeat, voice strained. “I - I mean it.”

“You’re serious? What color are you?”

“Green,” you plead. “So goddamn green, Steve, I trust you. I trust you so much, just need to feel you.”

He hesitates. “It might hurt, baby.”

“I want it to. Fuck, I w-wanna be your mindless little wh-whore so bad, want you to t-take me, please Stevie? I belong to you.”

Steve’s head spins. He knew you’d be turned on, but this is almost unreal. You’re soaking past his thumb and down onto his wrist. “Tell you what, okay? I’m gonna put two fingers inside of you and get you a little more stretched out, and then I’ll do whatever you want.”

You nod. “Please please please, I feel so empty.”

He replaces his thumb with his index finger first, then quickly adds his middle finger. You gasp and groan under him, writhing in pleasure. Steve’s writhing a little, too, cock aching without his hand on it. You’re going to feel so divine, he’s sure of it. He pumps his fingers in and out a few times, before pulling them out and replacing them with the tip of his cock.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, leaning forward. He lets up on your legs and pins you with his body instead, propped up on his elbow. His other hand works his cock up and down your folds, relishing in the wet warmth of your pussy. “This pussy’s so pretty, baby. You doing okay?”

You nod, though you’re so horny that it takes you a minute to find words. “I’d be better if you fu-“

He almost busts at the noise you make. A low, long whine, ripped from your throat as he fucks his cock into you slowly. He wishes he could see your face - eyes rolled back, mouth agape - while he’s stretching you out. He moves slow, stopping periodically to get you used to him and only continuing when your ass juts backwards to take more. You’re boneless when he’s finally fully inside of you, balls pressed against your aching clit.

“There we go,” he coos. “How’s it feel?”

It takes you another moment. “You’re so fucking big,” you whine, on the verge of tears. “So good.”

Steve tries to give you another minute, but you’re quick to start fucking back onto him instead. As best as you can, at least, given your hips are pressed to the ground. Steve wraps his arm around your neck, putting you in a headlock, before pulling out and slamming back into you.

“Shit!” you cry, one hand gripping onto his arm. “Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit….”

“Breathe, baby,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your ear. As he slides back out slowly, he mumbles, “Deep breath in for me….”

You do as you’re told, gasping in air.

“Now, out.”

You didn’t need direction - the impact knocks the breath out of your lungs itself. He buries himself, wiggling his hips push entirely into you, until he has no where else to go.

“In.”

You take in a sharp inhale. He pulls back, until the head of his cock stretches your opening.

“Out.”

He slams back in, balls slapping against your clit, a lewd squelch making his cock throb.

“There you go,” Steve urges, fucking you a little faster. “K-keep breathin’, peach.”

You’re crying, wailing, moaning. Stuttering out ‘green!’ when Steve asks if you’re okay. He’s so close already, but he wants to see your face when you cum. He pulls out and sits back, rubbing your back soothingly. “Wanna see you, baby, flip over.”

You’re slow to do it, positively cock drunk, and yet quick to wrap your legs around his waist when you finally get there.

“Hi,” he whispers, leaning forward to kiss you as his cock sinks back inside of you.

“Hi,” you answer when he finally pulls away. “Mmm…my shirt, Steve.”

“‘s it okay?”

You nod. “Rip it.”

So he does, a little earnestly. It takes him a few tries to really get the buttons to pop and expose your tits. He almost forgot you had them. Steve’s quick to put his hands on them, pinching and pulling at your nipples.

“Touch your clit, baby,” he instructs, voice shaking. He fucks you fast, each push in feeling like complete bliss. He’s never been happier to fuck raw. “Wanna see you cum on my cock.”

You tighten around him the moment your fingers touch the sensitive bud, head thrown back, eyes reeling. You feel so good that you can hardly even find the energy and strength to touch yourself. Every stroke sends your body jolting, your cunt gripping Steve so hard you’re nearly pushing him out.

“Can I cum?” you whine, tits bouncing, eyes wet. It’s so dirty. Steve’s cock pulses - he’s close, too.

“Cum,” he gasps. “C-cum and I’ll g-give you my fu-fucking load deep in this little p-pussy, baby, gonna make you so f-full….”

He kisses you to muffle your scream. Your body jerks under him, fingers digging into his arms and then back into the dirt and then into his back all in the span of a few seconds. You writhe, legs tight around him, your hand working fast to keep you cumming. You seem to be getting even wetter, Steve realizes. And then he realizes you’re squirting.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, high pitched and needy. “Fuck baby, oh fuck, honey, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum in this pussy. Shit, I love you, I love you, I l-“

Steve shouts when he cums, eyes rolling back and stomach flexing hard. He pushes in fully, until there’s hit a single inch separating you two, filling you with sticky, hot cum. You moan lowly at the feeling, still euphoric from your own orgasm. You only have half the mind to grab Steve’s shirt and pull him down into a messy kiss.

He collapses on top of you, panting and sweating with you. You both shake, aftershocks making your body jerk. It feels like hours before you can speak, throat raw.

“I’m in love with you.”

Steve laughs. “That good, huh?”

“I’m so goddamn in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you, too.”

You pet his hair, staring up at the trees. “I really don’t know if I can walk.”

“I’ll help you.”

At home, you sink into a bath together after an initial shower to scrub away any leftover dirt. You’re both sore, knees scraped. The hot water feels like a luxury, Steve’s skin soft against yours. Your eyes fall shut and you relax, though your orgasm has sent you into such a relaxed state of bliss already.

“You okay?” he asks, rubbing your legs. The bath water smells like lavender.

You nod. “We’re going to sleep so well tonight.”

“I’m going to be so sore in the morning.”

“Sure are, old man,” you tease. “Next we have to find some niche thing you really like.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” he says.

“If you did this for me, I’ll do just about anything for you.”

He smiles and sighs, his head resting against the wall behind him. “How about you take over my shifts at Family Video for a year?”

You pinch his shin. “I said just about anything.”

[reds-writings]

can you write Cooper Howard with a gn reader i’ll take anything in desperate 🙏🙏🙏

(pairing: the ghoul/cooper howard x gn!reader)

a/n: thank you for the request anon! i used this opportunity to get a feel for writing his character as a practice run so i hope this is to your liking! feedback is greatly appreciated!

warnings: cursing, petnames(?), violence, cooper is a meanie as per usual, etc

word count: roughly 1.1k

“I told your ass he’s mine!” You grunted as a result of harshly landing on your ass for cover in the middle of a truly unnecessary shootout smackdab in Filly.

“You snooze you lose, sweetheart.” Came the lazy drawl of the irradiated cowboy, also known as the absolute bane of your existence, somewhere afar behind his own cover amidst this gunfight. Bounty hunting was already a tough business as is but with the infamous Ghoul who somehow always managed to sniff out where you were to swipe nearly every potential bounty from under your feet, things had started to get fucking ridiculous. 

You were low enough on caps and supplies to where you couldn’t let this tired routine repeat itself once more. Safe to say, you were pissed. 

“Who said anything about snoozin’ or losin’, you fuckin’ radioactive WORM-” You shot at another one of your bounty’s backups before popping out to switch cover.

Bullets riddled the dirt far too close to your feet for your liking before you slid behind an old rundown wagon. All you needed was the damned fella’s head to bring in should you get to him first. How was it any fair that you put in all the work to track these shitheads down and all the Ghoul had to do was follow you right to the goods? Never even lifting a wrinkly finger? No matter how much you tried to throw him off your scent between jobs it was just no use. 

“You best give up now fore’ I put a bullet between those lovely eyes of yours.” Rang his voice again and you wanted to gag like a petulant child. 

“You can take that weird flirtin’ of yours and shove it up your shriveled ass!”

“You think too highly of yourself, sweetheart,” His gun fired off a few loud rounds, “Give up or I’m fuckin’ shootin’ the shit outta you both. Maybe then I'll finally know peace.” More shots zipped by and it appeared his feigned sense of patience was running thin. This cat-and-mouse game seemed to bore him quicker than usual today. 

“Go fuck yourself, cowpoke. You should be able to manage just fine without this one given you’ve nabbed all the others, lazy bastard-” Wood splintered next to your head in that instant. His patience had definitely boiled over but, like a fool, it didn’t deter you in the slightest. You managed to catch a glimpse of the bounty scurrying closer toward an empty saloon to escape. It was now or never.

Grabbing a grenade from one of the corpses nearby you pulled the pin and hauled it with a quick prayer to whoever was listening in the general direction of the Ghoul. You heard a sharp curse and couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you bolted towards the escapee. The resulting explosion of your last ditch effort almost threw you off your feet but you regained momentum quickly with whatever adrenaline-driven desperation you had left. 

It wasn't long before the thwip! of a rope and a violent tug around your ankles dashed all of your hope and short-lived triumph. As well as all the air from your lungs as soon as your tired body slammed to the ground. 

Jagged rock and debris from the Filly dirt bit at your skin as your competitor pulled you towards him like you were a helpless calf caught for slaughter. The anger rolling from him in waves caused by petty inconvenience could’ve had smoke billowing from his ears. If you had any sense you’d start being terrified right about now.

Though, you figured you wouldn’t have to worry about caps anymore if he just finished you off.

“I’ve had just about enough of you. Always gettin’ in my fuckin’ way.” He yanked you close enough to straddle you with a rusted knife to your throat. He wanted to make this personal now. 

“Can’t blame me for tryin’ to survive-” You wheezed as he landed an unforgiving blow to your stomach. He could be a real mean bastard when he wanted to. 

“Quit yappin’.” The ghoul snarled with yellowing teeth and a burning hatred that would have just about anyone else withering away. Up close he wasn’t all that bad looking for what most would dub a monster. Maybe you’d hit the ground too hard.  

“Circlin’ back to pretty eyes…you sure got some yourself for a ghoul n’ all-” Another blow had a flash of stars bursting across your vision. That fucker broke your nose! Seems like snarky jibes from him were fine all day long but sue you for getting one in yourself. 

Before he could decide to jam that knife of his in your throat, a series of hacking coughs erupted from his chest causing his hold on you to momentarily weaken. Looks like his desperation for this bounty came from a lack of Radaway to keep his sorry ass alive.

That was too fucking bad. 

Taking the interruption as your chance, you spit a generous glob of red-hot blood into those pretty eyes and swung a hefty rock at his scarred head. He fell to the ground with a bark of surprise but that didn’t stop you from hitting him again until you made sure he was out cold. 

With your chest heaving, you wiped your forearm beneath your dripping nose and winced. You'd have to reset it later.

Why did everything always have to be so difficult? Fighting this hard for anything these days was hard to be justified for a life like this but the cycle would go on. Pathetic as it was. Looking down at your reddened and dusty clothes you groaned knowing that a bargain for anything decent would be a pain in the ass. 

Your ears perked up at a scuffle nearby. The bounty was still trying to make a run for it. Of course. Taking the rifle from the knocked-out cowboy you aimed from a distance before blowing the runaway to bits and pieces. Job mostly well done. Now you needed to get the hell out of dodge before sleeping beauty came to. 

Rummaging through your bag you found a spare vial of Radaway. If you left it for him he’d probably forgo the more than generous gesture and just be hellbent on eliminating you like he’d originally intended. But, what fun would it be if the only consistent figure in your day-to-day died in the most underwhelming way possible? You needed a reason to fight. That was all. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Rolling your eyes with a huff you flicked the vial at his unconscious form, not really caring where it landed before making your way to retrieve the pesky bounty's noggin and head on to the next town. You’d need to make quick work without any stops tonight lest you wanted to tango with Grumpy again but you'd manage.

He’d find you one way or another, that was a given. But you’d sure as hell be ready. 

[v1x3n]

♡ metal and tingles

simon 'ghost' riley x reader ┃ navigation ୨୧ tags : suggestive

Finally deciding to get a piercing - you had gotten loads but there was one place you wanted, needed even. But you were too scared to get it. It was a nipple pericing, you didnt want some freak, you didnt know, touching your tits. That was weird as shit.

But when you had gotten your lips periced, you had discovered gold. His name was Simon Riley. He was a fit pericer, new to town. He was cold but sexy cold. He would wear a mask strapped to his waist. All you really knew was that he were in the military and thats where the mask was from. He didnt really talk much, he was big on dad jokes though. You had gotton pericings and bought new studs and shit from him occasionally, just to see him and talk to him.

Scared out of your fuckin' mind, driving to his pauloar, muttering soft swears spilling from your mind. This was going to be the most awkward thing in the world, asking someone you barely know to perice your nipples all cause you would shag him? What if he gets someone else too? Fuck what if he's married or got a gf?shitttt. mind going to every worst possible sceneiro

As you pull up to the parking lot, steering your car into place.hesitating before deciding to get yourself out, scared to fuck while you're walking down. You meet eyes with Simon as your fingers tap to your side.

Entering while smiling weakly as he returns the favour."what's it today?"-"erm a-a pericing" stuttering out of ur mind, words barley come through - ready for your embarrassment when you say what u want."Yeah love, what though?"-"if you do it id like an uh... nipple piercing."

His face went stone. Were you acc asking him this? Was he dreaming? He needed to quickly reply as his heart raced like an eagle. "Yeah,yk where to go."

Breathing softly as you make your way to the private room, settling down your stuff and sighing loudly. Simon gets all the things ready, placing a paper and pen down for you"sign it, just the usual shit.Then uh get yourself ready inall."

Knowing the 'usual shit' you signed your name and checked the checkboxes. Fumbling as you breathe heavily - Scared of what he was going to do or say. "What's wrong?" He wondered, obviously seeing your out of order breathing and shaking hands. "Nothing," you retorted, your heart pounding in your chest. "I'm just in a hurry," you lied.

Taking your time unhooking your bra and then sliding it down your shirt, slowly pulling up your shirt. Laying back on the leather chair while patting your side in nervousness. Taking a deep breath, you fix your gaze on the man in front of you. He smiles, a knowing smirk on his face. He takes a step closer, and you can't help but feel your heart race.

He gets the equipment ready - cleaning the needle and getting out gloves and a cotton pad. Pooring a liquid onto the cotton pad, looking at you with a nod.

You smile awkwardly, nodding gently. As soon as you nod he goes forward and rubs the cotton pad onto your hard nipples. He knows this will trigger a rush of pleasure, and he hopes that it will relax you and make it easier to proceed with the procedure."you good? still wana?" nodding after his question he lets out a sigh- almost of relief? He takes a step back, watching you carefully. You take a deep breath and nod, your eyes still closed. He smiles and steps back, satisfied that you are ready.

He carefully places his hand on your tit, you felt the coldness of his hands- your nipples already hard for him. But then he pinches them. Whimpering softly he chuckles. "sorry just gettin' em all ready for the percing"

Scowling at him and rolling your eyes playfully. He rubs his thumb over your nipple, shivers flowing through your spine. He carefully massages your boob - while grabbing the needle and poking it through. A jolt comes from your pretty lips - biting your lips. Placing the pericing along with it.

He takes his head back to admire 'his work' (your tits) moving to the other nipple, taking his palm and gently creating friction between the two. Biting your lip as your whines escape your throat."one more yeh? yur doin' good sweetheart."

He rubs the other nipple with a new cotton pad - getting it all ready then folding your left tit not so noticeably as he prepares the next percing. Stabbing the needle through your nipple - followed by another whimper as he smiles at you.

Not making eye contact, his eyes being focused on your tits as he smirks. Jolting the percing along and putting an end to both percings."See? weren't so bad."-"maybe it would've been better if it were someone else" you half joke, him still not making eye contact. He nods, but doesn't say anything. You take a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. "cheeky bastard." He laughs deeply as you giggle with him. "Come in next week for a checkup."-"you sure its a checkup? if u wanna see my tits u dont have to come up with excuses" he scoffs at the words falling from your gob - glaring at you.

Pulling your shirt down and getting up from the chair. He quickly leaves the room, leaving you feeling embarrassed. You quickly gather your belongings and rush out of the room, your face red with embarrassment.

Seeing him - smiling gently as he looks up at you. He's handling another customer. Trying to leave him alone he calls you."Y/N, need to talk." Thoughts rush through your head as you sigh and make your way to him. The customer backs off and leaves you two."Here." He places a paper in front of you with instructions and cream next to it, "just for your pericing. Take care of it yeh? Id Be ashamed if they got infected - they are nice." you giggle softly, tucking your hair behind your blush red ears.

Leaving the place - getting into your car and checking the instructions: clean them regularly.... blah blah blah......dont touch them too touch ..... blah blah blah?a phone number written on the bottom. Simons handwriting? Hm.

'Take care and call me? ~ simon'

comment to join main taglist!

[spicyclover]

Delilah | part one

Summary: “ Hey there, Delilah                  I know times are gettin' hard                  But just believe me, girl                  Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar                  We'll have it good                  We'll have the life we knew we would                  My word is good “

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Hope you’ll enjoy this part. Let me know in the comments section! And to support me by tipping me!

I'm open to requests.

Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

You walk a weary step towards your daughter’s room, opening the door gently. You look inside before you slip into the room's darkness to wake up your daughter.

"Buenos días, cariño." You greet her, stroking her hair slowly. "Tienes que despertar. Tenemos que ir a la escuela." Good morning, baby. You have to wake up, and we have to go to school.

"Mamá, no quiero ir." She says, hiding her face in your pillow. Mommy, I don't want to go.

"It's not negotiable, you chuckle, stroking her hair once last time before opening the curtains.

Delilah growls before putting her duvet on her face, and you laugh at her grumpy head. She looks so much like her father in the morning. You go to the kitchen and make breakfast, feeding your little cat Gato.

Gato is the spitting image of the Puss in Boots trapped in Garfield’s body. You rescued him in a shelter about a year ago. He was Delilah’s birthday present for her fifth birthday. He was already in a deplorable condition, overweight, with a broken leg and an eye problem, but he was the one she wanted. And the truth is, Gato’s really getting better today.

"¡Mamá! Ven a ayudarme." Scream your daughter through the apartment. Mom! Help me.

"What's going on?"

"My brush is stuck." She responds in English.

Since her birth, you have always spoken to her in both languages; yours and his. You don’t want her to lose her roots, even if she never knew him. Talking to her in Spanish kind of brings her closer to him.

The bigger she gets, the more she looks like him. Sometimes when you look her in the eye, you see him, and she inherited his eyes, mouth, hair, and nervous tics.

You walk into the bathroom and watch your daughter slaughter her hair.

"¿Qué hiciste? Dios, eres realmente imposible." You pull on the brush, but a big knot has formed. What did you do? God, you are really impossible.

You take a breath and look at the damage. You evaluate all the possibilities, and you decide to remove the maximum of hair before taking scissors and cutting the stuck strands.

You braid it quickly to hide the damage, and you run to the kitchen realizing all the time you lost in the bathroom. Delilah swallows her breakfast fast, and you send her to brush her teeth while you make her schoolbag.

You dropped her off at school before you ran to your train to work.

Living in Fuengirola is great and way cheaper than in Marbella. So you made a compromise. If you want to live comfortably, you spend forty-five minutes every day of the week on a bus, morning and night. You work in a private primary school there.

You make more than regular teachers but do not live next door. Something It is exhausting to juggle Marbella and Fuengirola. Your daughter and your students, your schedule and hers.

You finish your day at 3:30. When the bell rings, you gather your things and hurry to the bus station, taking the bus home. You spend half an hour correcting homework and getting ahead of your weekly classes, and you can’t wait to find your daughter and hug her.

We must say that since she was born. It’s always been just you two. You two and the rest of the world, or almost. Your next-door neighbour, Paola, looks after Delilah every day after school until you get home. She also brings her to her ballet classes at night while you make dinner and continue your work.

Today is no exception. You come home and drop off your stuff, knowing Delilah is at her dance class. You shower, change into comfortable clothes, and prepare dinner for the three of you. It’s weird when you think about it. You want to spend most of your time with her, but you don’t even have three hours with her every day. Just thinking about makes you have tears in your eyes.

You heard the door open, and in a second, a little girl with brown eyes came running into your arms.

"¡Mamá! ¡Mamá! Hoy tuve un 10 de 10 en la escuela de matemáticas. También hice una nueva amiga, se llama Carla." She’s screaming at you. Showing you the copy, the teacher wrote the perfect note. "And the teacher said we can bring our dads next week for La semana del padre." Her attitude changes a little, and a little sadness appears. "Do you think he will come?" Mom! Mom! I had a 10 out of 10 in school today in mathematics. I also made a new friend, her name is Carla.

Okay, let's put things in perspective. You technically didn’t tell Delilah that her father never wanted her; instead, he is a great pilot who travels the world searching for treasure. You would say to her the truth eventually. But the bigger she gets, the harder it gets to tell the cruel reality that her father never wanted her. 

Carlos never wanted to be a father, and when he found out you were pregnant when you were only nineteen, he left you on the spot, leaving you alone in this mess.

You resented him terribly and didn’t want anyone to say his name for quite some time after he left you. So, it became taboo, and his name became a curse in your family. Your father wasn’t happy with you being pregnant this young and without a husband, and he’s been refusing to talk to you ever since.

Your mother is still trying to reconcile you, but your father is too nippy to bend his principles. So, Delilah never got to know her grandparents, either. And you’re not even sure that Carlos' family knows she exists. 

When you were pregnant, you’d hesitated for a long time whether to tell Carlos when she was born. You still made the gesture of sending a message on the day of her birth to inform him, but you never got an answer.

Life went on, and you managed to make it. You live in a lovely apartment, small but comfortable, and you no longer depend on endless ends of months.

"I don't think he'll make it, baby." You say sadly, avoiding a look from Paola.

"Oh, Okay." she sights, disappointed, and you felt terrible.  

Later that evening, Delilah was sleeping in bed, and Paola was helping you put everything away. You were both very quiet, with neither wanting to break that silence. However, you did see her staring at you all night.

“Stop giving me the side eye.” 

“Am not.”

“You are, and you know you are.”

“You should have told her way before. That’s all I am going to say about this.”

You sight before turning your body to hers. 

“It’s complicated, and I don’t want her to be broken when she found out that he never wanted her and left to live his dream while I was saving every penny I got to be able to eat something at least once a day. I don’t want her to feel the way I’ve felt for the past seven years.”

Paola doesn’t say anything, but her eyes deviate to a little human behind you. 

“Mama,” mumbles Delilah. 

You look at her and sigh. “Well, we will have this conversation way sooner than expected.” you think, taking her in your arm and going back to her room to put her back to sleep.

“¿Acaso no me ama?” She asks when you place her in her bed, one’s more. Doesn’t he love me?

“No lo sé, cariño. Es complicado. Tu padre es una persona complicada.” You say, stroking her hair. I don't know, baby. It's complicated. Your dad is a complex person.

“¿He hecho algo malo?” Did I do something wrong?

“You did nothing wrong. We were just too young, and he was too immature to take responsibility. This has nothing to be with you. You are perfect the way you are, and I love you with all my heart. But if you want. I can try and contact him and see if we can meet? ¿Es algo que te interesaría?” Is this something that you would be interested in?

“¡Sí, mamá!” 

You kiss her head and close the door getting back to the living room. Paola returned to her apartment, and you sat by the door, wondering what to do. 

~~

Let me know if you would like a part two in the comments!

Delilah; six years old. ^^

Inspire by

Hey there, Delilah What's it like in New York city? I'm a thousand miles away But, girl, tonight you look so pretty Yes, you do Time square can't shine as bright as you I swear, it's true

Hey there, Delilah Don't you worry about the distance I'm right there if you get lonely Give this song another listen Close your eyes Listen to my voice, it's my disguise I'm by your side

Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me (2x) What you do to me

Hey there, Delilah I know times are gettin' hard But just believe me, girl Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar We'll have it good We'll have the life we knew we would My word is good

Hey there, Delilah I've got so much left to say If every simple song I wrote to you Would take your breath away I'd write it all Even more in love with me, you'd fall We'd have it all

Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me (2x)

A thousand miles seems pretty far But they've got planes and trains and cars I'd walk to you if I had no other way Our friends would all make fun of us And we'll just laugh along because we know That none of them have felt this way Delilah, I can promise you That by the time we get through The world will never ever be the same And you're to blame

Hey there, Delilah You be good and don't you miss me Two more years and you'll be done with school And I'll be makin' history like I do You'll know it's all because of you We can do whatever we want to Hey there, Delilah; here's to you, This one’s for you

Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me (2x) What you do to me

[princessbrunette]

omg can you please do headcannons with jj x reader x maggie nsfw or sfw it doesn’t even matter i just need more of them 😩🎀🤍🧎‍♀️

⊹₊ ︵︵︵﹒ㅤ🎀﹒︵︵︵ ₊˚⊹

🍥 so clearly, maggie is the black cat of the relationship, jj is the golden retriever and you’re like a mixture of every adorable baby animal you could think of— which changes by the day. however, despite this — mags is more likely to give you sweeter nicknames like “baby” and “love” and “sweetie” even if she’s using them to grump at you. jj on the other hand is calling you “stinker”, “twerp”, “squirt” and others— but that’s just him, it makes it all the more better when he slips in the occasional “babydoll” or “mama”, the nicer nicknames showing themselves when he fucks you.

🍥 the week is usually split up by who you spend the evening with. they both work together, which is a plus for you because it means you get to see them bond, and you get to go and visit and fawn around the two of them as they fix up old cars. jj likes that you know nothing about vehicles, letting you sit and swing your legs as you watch him, answering all your silly little questions and grinning ear to ear when you tell him that his job looks so hard. maggie on the other hand always tries to get you stuck in, info-dumping about cars and trying to get you to assist her in sticking your hands into the bonnet. jj often passes by, swatting her shoulder with a rag. “kiddos not gettin’ paid, let her be mag, damn.”

🍥 despite their split evenings taking you, you occasionally manage to convince them to both spend the night at yours at the same time. wedged between them in bed as they bicker. “dude, i’m literally pressed to the damn wall. do you need to take up any more space?” maggie complains pushing up onto her elbow to look over you at the blonde who’s eyes widen incredulously. “i’mma roll out the bed!” he defends, voice high making you giggle uncontrollably. “see now you got her laughin’ at me.” he grins, tickling your tummy as maggie huffs, trying to get comfortable in your double bed overran by plushies.

🍥 fucking you is 90% a behavioural thing for maggie. she knows you need it — it calms you down, shuts you up. she’ll grip you by the back of your sundress and strap you into the bed before her afternoon shift, bed creaking in the early noon sun. “you are going to rest today, you hear me? no coming in and distracting jj. take this dick and go back to sleep. we’ll come get you later.”

�� whereas with jj, he just wants to be better than maggie. there’s always subtle competition between the two of them. they have the closest thing to a sibling relationship without it being weird because they’re not dating eachother, just you. he starts to eat you out a lot, because it’s the thing he senses maggie is better at than him, and he hates that. he gets so proud of himself each time you cum on his tongue, muttering stuff along the lines of “yeah, tell your girlfriend all about that.”

🍥 maggies an introvert, but she gets dragged to every party and pogue-style evening along with you and jj, who run around her hyper and excitable. she ends up loosening up after a beer or so, and you’re happy to watch her cracking up with jj and john b telling stupid stories about eachother as you watch, sleepily leaning into maggies side and quietly listening.

🍥 maggie and jj are always getting into commotion, especially due to their hatred of kooks. they won’t often hit maggie back because she’s a girl, which she uses to her advantage massively— but she’d likely be able to take them even if they did, having gotten kicked out of school in the few years you knew her as an adolescent for fighting all the time. you still recall having no idea what to do when jj got into it with kelce, shoulder checking him to the ground as they grapple while maggie jumped on toppers back, smacking him in the head and simultaneously calling rafe a ‘pussy bitch’. for the first time, you and the cameron boy just stood dumbfounded, not even knowing where to start.

🍥 maggie and jj do share clothes however, because they dress slightly similar sometimes and all of their clothes ends up in the laundry pile at your house. so occasionally, jj will be sat in an 80s rock band tee, and maggie will be sat in a surf shop muscle tank, even going as far as stealing his many hats when she’s having a bad hair day. as much as they bicker, they kind of morph into the same person at times — which makes you love them more. you recall laying on jj’s bed before a party, your dark haired girlfriend rifling through his closet. “jay, where the fuck are those brown dickies overalls i saw you wearing last weekend? i wanna wear ‘em.” he steps out the bathroom, wearing the overalls in question. “tough shit, girly.” comes out muffled, toothbrush still stuffed into his cheek from his brushing.

⊹₊ ︶︶︶﹒ㅤ🎀﹒ ︶︶︶ ₊˚⊹

[annieqattheperipheral]

alright yall... one thing u need to know about me, i don't follow socialites/influencers, don't follow celeb gossip, don't watch reality shows. i watch hockey, read non-fiction & fanfic, watch comedies, and live my weird lil broke artsy work life. and what I also do is hunt for any glimpse of offszn natemac bc he is the himboest of marble statues which is why I've been all over tbear's met gala

...which has led me to the most bonkers thing I've ever seen for a wedding. but maybe its the norm sry i just didn't know bc as i said i don't follow these kinds of things

I truly did not know rich ppl hired wedding designers who would send your guests batshit powerpoints like this

who i assume then forward it onto their personal shoppers and tailors. but don't u worry the last few slides were indeed unhelpful visual grids and a list of suggested retailers. just couldn't include it w the post image limit (trade-off bw blurry tiny nate w charlotte, and that list of nonsense shops. nate wins everytime)

but i must ask. ofc i respect the artistry but Why all this trouble when u gots mitchymarns crashing in tarps off, stealing ur mens ties to adorn himself bc he their bbgirl, gettin all the bois to whip it off for his own private public show

just like a few other industries i can think of, these athletes only have a few summer weeks to squeeze in ALL of the weddings. traveling & getting a gift off the registry is time consuming enough, but dress code allegiance. oh boy i would faint away from the stress of shopping for this prom

anyhow ty for reading (I'm sick in bed today so i just kept going...)

[jokertrap-ran]

[Gakuen K] Kusanagi Izumo Route: Cornered? Translation

*Translator’s note : MC’s name shall remain as my normal (水嶋ラン)

*Gakuen K Masterlist / Gakuen K Mobile Masterlist

*Spoiler FREE : Translations under cut !

Izumo: Phew! We managed to purchase everything we needed… and now my wallet’s cryin’.

Izumo: Thanks for coming shoppin’ with me today. I really enjoyed it.

Ran: Same here.

Ran: I never thought reference books were that expensive so that really surprised me.

Izumo: Right? I was also surprised at first when I found out. I couldn’t believe my eyes and thought I’d read the price tag wrong.

Izumo: It’s not student-friendly at all. Maybe it’s ‘cause the book isn’t popular, but that’s still no reason to make it that expensive. Man, it really does bring a student to tears.

Izumo: Oh…? It’s rainin’.

Ran: Come to think of it, I think the weather forecast did say that there was going to be a passing shower today.

Izumo: Really? Wait, it’s gettin’ heavier.

Izumo: This place’s just round the corner from my place. C’mon, follow me!

»» ━━━━━━━ ∘◦♔◦∘ ━━━━━━━ ««

Izumo: Ahh, we’re all soaked to the bone… Go on, don’t stand on ceremony.

Ran: Pardon the intrusion…

»» ━━━━━━━ ∘◦♔◦∘ ━━━━━━━ ««

Izumo: Wait here, I’ll go fetch us some towels.

Ran: So this is your room…

⊳ Choice: Looks like an adult lives here

Ran: It looks really grown-up. Izumo: You think so? Ran: Yeah, the things you have around are pretty minimalistic. And… there’s the faint smell of cigarettes. Izumo: Ah… Sorry ‘bout that. I didn’t think anyone else would be here, so I didn’t air out the room beforehand. Ran: No, no, don’t worry about it. I think it’s fitting.

⊳ Choice: Looks manly enough

Ran: You can clearly tell a guy lives here. Izumo: Of course. I mean, I do live alone here. ‘Sides, wouldn’t you be weirded out if you found plushies all around? Ran: That would be rather cute, actually. It’d be an adorable contrast to how you usually carry yourself... Izumo: Really? Huh, maybe I should buy some before you come ‘round next time.

Izumo: Here are the towels. I brought you a larger one and a small one just in case.

Ran: Thank you.

Ran: Our date got ruined by the rain, huh.

Izumo: Unfortunately so. To think that I was plannin’ to invite you to the open cafe right after too.

Izumo: But, well…. Having a date at home doesn't sound too bad either.

Ran: What do people usually do on home dates…?

Izumo: Huh?

Ran: I've never been to a guy's place till now, so what are we supposed to be doing here???

Izumo: Well, we could talk and enjoy spending time with each other…

Ran: But can't we talk outside?

Izumo: Y-Yeah! That's true… I mean, well, we could also eat together?

Ran: But we can do that outside too.

Izumo: R-Right. Man, are you conerin’ me ‘cause, you know, or…?

Ran: Am I backing you into a corner?

Izumo: Huh!? Err, no… Of course not. No, no, there's no way that's gonna happen.

Izumo: A-Alright, look… A home date is… different from a date outside.

Izumo: Here, you won't have to be concerned about the eyes of the public while we spend time together.

Ran: Oh, I see. Together…

Izumo: …

Ran: …

Izumo: …Ahh, nope! Nopity, nope, nope! It's too early for us to be doin’ this!

Ran: Huh?

Izumo: I swore to myself that I'd take this step-by-step and that I wouldn't be swept up in the flow of things as the relationship progressed. Yeah… So, nope! We are not doin’ this.

Izumo: I'll lend you my umbrella, so go home for today, ‘kay?

Ran: Then, our date…

Izumo: I'll make it up to you next time. Sorry, but you'll have to head home now! It would be bad if you caught a cold out here.

Izumo: Warm yourself up properly when you get back to the dorm, you hear?

Ran: O-Okay. See you next time!

Izumo: See ya. Phew… that was a close call. When I was a grade-schooler, my homeroom teacher used to tell me that I could do things if I put my heart into it…

Izumo: Okay, my thoughts are startin’ to toe the line of wicked. Time to take a cold shower and cool off.

»» ━━━━━━━ ∘◦♔◦∘ ━━━━━━━ ««

Next Scene: After Graduation

[meatmensch]

when the destiel wedding anniversary is addressed in an episode of season seventeen of supernatural, it goes a tad like this.

cas is out of the house picking up his gift for dean. dean is working very hard on a big beautiful meal for the two of them. sam stops by the house.

he's like, "dude, this is intense. what's the occasion?" without looking away from the peanut butter cake that he is carefully piping strawberry frosting onto, dean points at the calendar. "OUR ANNIVERSARY!" they have written, surrounded by a bunch of hearts and some "XOXO" action. sam says, "ohhh, right! forgot that was today. happy anniversary, man!" dean says, "yeah yeah. whatever you want, get to it quick, 'cause cas is gettin' home soon, and things are gonna get weird fast."

just as sam mutters, "gross," they hear cas unlock the front door. dean perks up like a dog whose human has been away for several weeks. castiel enters. things are now happening in slow motion. "love is in the air" starts playing. he changed his clothes while he was out to surprise dean. he is wearing cowboy boots, a velvet cowboy hat, dark jeans, a blue button up, with half the buttons undone, that makes his eyes, and his pussy, pop, and a belt buckle with rhinestones. he walks towards the kitchen. dean is wearing his ridiculous surprised and horny face. sam rolls his eyes and gags. the slow motion ceases.

dean and cas just start hardcore making out. sam is like, "um, guys." no response. "GUYS! HEY!" no response. sam grabs two pots that were hanging above the sink and starts banging them together. dean and cas separate, startled. "WHERE IS OUR COPY OF THE SWORD OF MOSES? I CAN'T FIND IT AND I NEED IT FOR A SPELL."

cas sighs and grabs sam's arm. he leads him to the bookshelves in the living room, and grabs the book. he then leads them to the front door. he opens it, pushes sam out, shoves the book into his hands, slams the door, and throws the lock. sam does not hear from them for three days.

[chaisshitposts]

What is your stronger side? I am very curius about psychk. I love this rabbit hole!

me rn bc you've induced some major brain vomit from me about this particular subject and I'm about infodump like a mf ^^^

aHHHH ME TOO!!! I'm hyperfixatin' on it 🕵️ I believe my stronger side is my right side, which presumably controls the left hemisphere of my brain aka the more logical side, which is BABIES because I'm a very creative, think outside of the triangle kinda person so I'd think I'm more of a right brainer. but it also kinda makes sense that I'm a lil' stronger in my right side since it's my dominant side and I do like to overanalyze & overthink things in a logical way (I need to change that belief as a matter of fact) 🤔 hoWevEr I have heard that it's important to use both sides of yer body to keep yer brain strong and lessens the chances of gettin' Alzheimer's and dementia (which I'm manifestin' a cure for both bc hell nah that shit is wack)

heads up, im about to ramble.

when I was readin' up on psych-k and the whole brain state, I stumbled across this new idea that's like 'brain gym' and I didn't think much of it until YESTERDAY when I was like... hm, are there other ways to make both sides of the brain work simultaneously while I'm awake??? cause psych-k is workin' for me and all but I'm sure there are other ways to communicate with both sides of my brain simultaneously to make affirmations stick in a much more efficient manner. when ya have both sides of yer brain workin' in harmony while affirmin' ya get like this deeper level of saturatin' yer mind aNd I wanted more of that bc it gives my brain the t i n g l e s. should also be mentioned that workin' yer entire brain is also a form of what can be referred to as 'super learnin' isn't that fuckin' gnarly??? i think it is. lIke could ya imagine that with this information now ya could literally just sit down and study somethin' with the utmost efficiency and whole brain thinkin' just by crossin' your damn ankles???????? wish I knew this shit when I was still in school--- wait nvm I'm still doin' classes.

there's this weird lil' exercise which is BASICALLY psych-k but ya stand up and do actual movements (super weird but also kinda fun for my monkey brain) iTs cALlEd the cross-crawl and there's a whole bunch of benefits for it (imma copy paste them below) this is all from this website I tried it for a few seconds yesterday and it was weird and cringey so I stopped but imma try it out again today for science 🧍

• Build your core strength

• Release stress and tension

• Enhance whole-brain thinking (get your left and right hemispheres to work together)

• Calm your mind

• Energize your body

it's pretty much a lil' funny dance where ya march side to side— its an actual exercise so y'know

ANYWAYS, it should be known that I am an avid method hopper because all methods work for me and I can do anything I want and it still works, sO I was thinkin' of a crazy ass combination of methods that involves psych-k, cross-crawling, and reverse psychology from @/charmedreincarnation which they described in detail in this post

this sounds insane and all over the place, I know, but I can't help it its because of how my brain chemistry works 😭 im like a mad scientist with manifestation methods at this point

BUT BUT BUT BEFORE I FORGET!!! THERES ANOTHER EXERCISE THAT STIMULATES BOTH SIDES OF THE BRAIN AND INVOLVES ONLY YER HANDS. This bad boy right here

also... why did I find another brain synchronization exercise video... I need to slow my road. but here it is anyways

I had no idea Tai Chi was a form of brain synchronization exercise holy shit???? but ig that makes sense since it is a state of meditation

i could have infodumped WAY more but I forgot most of the other things I wanted to say... 🤡 TY FOR ASKIN' THIS QUESTION!!! ask me more questions if ya want me to info dump again, I'll try to keep my thoughts organized

[taylorrepdetective]

What do you make of the nfl/taylor/pr stuff going on? Those Kelcey family comments are something

I think people in general are overreacting over the response and making more of it than is there. It’s pretty straightforward. The kelces want publicity. They have a bunch of stuff to promo. Even Mama has product. Taylor likewise, and she’s used to it. But the kelces pursued a ton of attention back in February around the Super Bowl so they are not shy about fame. They are selling themselves, as they have been for awhile. Of course add in Taylor, and it’s gonna become huge, but I think they are handling it perfectly (or very close.)

The NFL likewise jumped on the possibility of expanding its audience and boosting ratings. How much of it was done in cahoots with Taylor and the kelces is the real question. I haven’t seen anything to suggest Taylor and the NFL aren’t working together, though they tried to spin it that they weren’t. But once again if you parse the words and separate what is coming from sources and what is official statements (where they likely wouldn’t outright lie) you can see they aren’t denying Taylor being involved. Just that she wasn’t involved in everything.

On the other end I see people trying to spin mama’s appearance on the today show as her throwing shade at Taylor or something, but I watched the whole video and people, as usual, are taking it out of context to feed their own biases. When she said “it was Ok” it was clearly done in a joking way like any of us would do like “how was meeting Taylor?” “Oh you know it was ok lol” *screaming inside* and that’s how the hosts took it and that’s how normal audiences watching it would take it. Only chronically online people would spin it to be a diss.

Also what I think people aren’t used to is that they are admitting to the promo side of it. By not trying to hide that, it actually in a weird way, lends authenticity to it, and this is something we’re not used to. They are basically saying “yes, we’re gettin publicity, here’s what we’re selling, isn’t this great! But also we’re not talking about the details of the romance side because that’s private.” This is new and refreshing and I think it’s great but swifties are definitely thrown off by this because it’s soooooo different from from the last 7 years. So people see some it in a negative light. But if you actually listen to what the kelces are saying, they really haven’t said anything beyond “it’s fun we’re happy, Taylor’s great!” There is nothing wrong with that. Might I remind people that one of the things people hated about joe was that he never uttered her name or had a favorite song or praised her at all? We knew they could be private without being so damn WEIRD. And now we are here.

Literally the ONLY misstep I’ve seen from this whole circus is Travis supposedly staying over at Taylor’s the night before the Jets game. And that is the only thing we’ve seen real damage control over, other than simply “is the NFL doing too much” which only something the NFL really has to do damage control over because the kelces and taylor are just saying, “hey that was their choice I can’t help it if they overdid it. But I’m having fun.”

I think overall it’s been a very successful run so far. Only time will tell what the end game is here. But I stand by my thoughts that it’s likely to be relatively short lived. Whether that means weeks or months, I can’t say.

[madeofcc]

DH MELODIA : CHAPTER 1 : I'll never tell ... part 1/3

Main page / Previous / Next

Songs credits : Sunflower by Post Malone feat. Swae Lee / I'll Never Tell by Emma Caulfield & Nicholas Brendon

[transcript + special note]

BRITECHESTER/ INT-DAY / LEIRO'S ROOM

LEÏLA AND HIRO ARE SLEEPING. HIRO WAKES UP.

HIRO : Hi love

LEÏLA : Hey …

HIRO : Did you sleep well ?

LEÏLA : Yeah but … I don't know, I feel kind of weird today

HIRO : Is it war time ?

LEÏLA : Nope, my period ended last week … Must be a little flew maybe … Or something else ?

Leïla starts singing : ♫ This is the man that I plan to entangle, isn't he fine?

My claim to fame was to maim and to mangle, vengeance was mine!

But I'm out of the biz, the name I made I'll trade for his.

The only trouble is ... I'll never tell ♫.

HIRO : ♫ She is the one, she's such wonderful fun, such passion and grace.

Warm in the night, when I'm right in her tight ... embrace. Tight embrace!

I'll never let her go. The love we've known can only grow.

There's just one thing that...no. I'll never tell ♫.

(both) Cuz there's nothing to tell.

THEY GO TO THE KITCHEN STILL SINGING

(LEÏLA) He snores.

(HIRO) She wheezes.

(LEÏLA) Say housework and he freezes.

(HIRO) She eats these skeezy cheeses that I can't describe.

(LEÏLA) I talk, he breezes.

(HIRO) She doesn't know what pleases.

(LEÏLA) His penis got diseases from a Chumash Tribe!

(both) The vibe gets kind of scary.

(HIRO) Like she thinks I'm ordinary.

(LEÏLA) Like it's all just temporary.

(HIRO) Like her toes are kinda hairy.

(both) But it's all very well.

Cuz God knows I'll never tell!

(LEÏLA) When things get rough, he just hides behind Destiny.

Now look, he's gettin' huffy.

Cuz he knows that I know.

(HIRO) She clings, she's needy, she's also really greedy.

She never...

(LEÏLA) His eyes are beady!

(HIRO) This is my verse, hello? She...

(LEÏLA) Look at me! I'm dancing crazy!

WHEN THE SONG STOPS HIRO GETS MAD

HIRO : Singing ?! Really ?! What have you done again?

LEÏLA : I ... I don't know !

HIRO : I'm tired to be your magical experiment okay ?! This will go wrong one day and you know it ! And these aren't even our clothes !

LEÏLA : But I ...

HIRO : I don't care anymore Lee ! I'm late because of you !

HE LEAVES ANGRY.

Special note : this is the first time that I'm making this kind of video. I've planned to do more in the future so please, give me your opinion/advices if you'd want to see more similar videos. I think I'm just going to use it for Melodia but I'm thinking about adding more videos into DH3 as well. I recorded my sims voices but you can totally hear my computer roar also !

Some fun facts : The midsommar poster between Leïla and Hiro means something if you have seen the movie .... Also, when Leïla mentionnes Destiny, I recorded my own voice to make her say her name but it sounded ridiculous so I kept the "Buffy" version but kept my lyrics change in the subtitles so you can all understand. Also, both Hiro and Leïla are wearing similar clothes from the original video that you can see here :

[pryce0]

A Modern Stranger - Chapter 2

gif by; @cowboydin

word count; 1,308

Masterlist: Here

Previous Chapter: Here

Next Chapter: Here

————

We don’t ride for long, maybe a few minutes at most. I held my eyes closed in fear of falling off the strong horse below us. I feel us slow to a stop, a quiet whine coming from the horse and the man’s low voice soothes his horse. I open my eyes and look around. “We can chat here, I guess.” He murmurs, glancing over his shoulder to me. I make eye contact before I look over at the ground below us. “Do I just.. hop off? Slide off?” I question, and it’s pretty damn obvious I don’t want to break my arm or somethin’ from gettin’ off this horse.

“Since you’re not in the saddle and don’t have your feet in the stirrups, you can slip off.”

I let go of the sides of the man’s vest and grab onto the back of the saddle with one hand, the other hand is planted on the rear of the horse. I take a deep breath and slide off of the back of the horse, stumbling slightly as my feet slam into the ground. I use my arms to balance myself before I fall, but I still feel mighty embarrassed so I look at the mysterious man as my cheeks turn pink. He looks away, but for a split second he seemed amused which just worsens my feelings of embarrassment. The man takes his sweet time dismounting his horse and grabbing some items out of his horse’s satchel. “Where are you from, anyway?” He finally speaks, taking out this metal thing and matches. The metal thing looks like you could cook something on top of it. “You are wearin’ some funny clothes, especially for a lady.”

I scrunch my face up from his words instinctively. “Weird? Weird how?”

He makes a face himself and looks at me, using his hand to gesture to my body and outfit. “Well, err.. We don’t see too many ladies wearin’ pants. As well as the style, never seen it before. The hooded shirt, sure. But everything else is..” He trails off and sighs. “I don’t have an issue with it, if you are catchin’ some other drift.” He finishes, looking back to his horse as he ransacks the satchel. “I’m from Silverstone City, it’s right outside of Valentine. Thanks for bringing me out of there.” I murmur. The man pauses and looks at me all confused like. “Silverstone City? Never heard of it.”

I freeze up as my heart skips a beat. Are you kidding me? Is everyone trying to joke with me today??

“You haven’t? It’s a mile or so outside of Valentine, you could see it from here. It should be over..” I trail off as I turn in the direction of where my city should be, but there’s only open land. There isn’t any bars or local shops such as the spirituality store or the local grocery store that’s run by Marcus. There’s nothing. Nothing at all.

I feel my feet turn panicked, numb and cold. I feel the feeling trail up my legs as my heart begins to pound. “Wha..” I whisper, looking over every inch of land in my sights. I feel my fingers begin to feel numb, and before I realize it, my throat is closing up as I take harsh and painful breaths. I put a hand on my chest, feeling it constrict with every breath.

Where is my home? My life, my work? Penny, is she okay? My sweet little girl at the bar.. Is Proctor okay? Isaac?? My coworkers, Ruby and Paris? Stanley?

What happened to the city I know and love so dearly? The homeless man on the corner right by my work, who I always give him our extra food?

I feel absolute dread fill every inch of my gut, my skin, my bones. From my hair follicles to my toenails, I cannot feel anything else other than panic, dread and anguish. My chest aches, it’s hurting so incredibly bad and I don’t know if I can come back from this.

Wait a minute, am I really buying into this 1899 bullshit?

….What other choice do I have?

I feel large, warm hands grab my shoulders and spin me around and I’m greeted by the stone cold, yet concerned voice of the man who saved me by the side of the road. I realize I can’t hear anything he’s saying. His lips are moving, but all I can hear is static. Then, out of nowhere, it’s like a thundercloud slap happened right in my ears. I suddenly hear the wind, the trees waving in the wind, and how the man shouts for my attention. “Miss! Are you alright?”

I cough and I’m hyperaware of the way of his hands on my shoulders, before he quickly lets go. “Yeah..” I whisper before clearing my throat. I wipe my face before looking away. “Yes, yes, I.. I’m fine,” I say louder. “Carry on with whatever you were doin’, sir.”

———

The fire crackles and burns in front of me as I wrap my arms around myself. I stare into the flames and the ember. It’s been an hour since my little.. panic attack and I’m feelin’ better, but I have no idea how to tell this man that I’m not from here. Well.. I am from here, but.. Not from this time. 2022 to 1899, is a, what, a 123 year old jump? And that’s a fucking huge jump. From smartphone to letters, from pants to fancy petticoats. Cars to carriages and horses..

Wait.. I haven’t even asked this man his name. I glance over at him, and he’s currently setting up his tent. Which makes sense, it seems like it’ll be gettin’ dark soon..

“Sir,” I begin. I lick my lips. “What’s your name?”

The man glances over at me before spreading out his bedroll. “Arthur Morgan.”

Arthur. Arthur Morgan. That rolls of the tongue quite nicely. “I’m [First Name] [Last Name].” I respond although he didn’t ask. “Look.. I know we aren’t.. acquainted like that, but I need to tell you something. It’s the reason why I dress funny, act funny to you.”

The man- no, Arthur, turns his head to look at me. He doesn’t seem the least bit interested in what I have to say, but he doesn’t stop me. “..It don’t make any sense to me neither but, I think.. I time traveled.” I say. Arthur immediately rolls his eyes which makes my cheeks burn bright, even though it’s the only solution. “I’m completely serious! I’m from this place, but it has to be from a different time! Valentine here is all.. old west, from where I am? The sheriff's office stands there, but it’s an entire regular police station that’s 3 stories high. The saloon? It’s still a saloon, technically, but it’s completely designed differently. The stables aren’t there anymore, I..” I trail off, my heart racing with every single word. “Silverstone City is real, it’s just made later in the future. 1930s, I think.”

Arthur scoffs. “You’re bullshittin’ me, no such thing as time travel.” He stands up and grabs some money from his satchel and holds it out. “Here, go stay in the hotel in Valentine and get your head on straight.”

I freeze up before I slowly take the money and turn to where I see Valentine. I huff and march my way over to Valentine, looking around for a hotel of some sorts. I take a moment, but I figure out that rooms only cost a dollar. That’s so cheap!

I take myself up the stairs and use the key the receptionist gave me. I enter the room and lock the door behind me. I let out a shaky sigh as I sit on the bed. “What the fuck am I going to do?”

[rekiilysm]

ETHEREAL: Ch4

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・

⇨ 「pairing— steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader」

⇨ 「a/n— OO THINGS ARE GETTIN SPICYY!!! in this chapter, we see a bit into y/n’s past.. also at the end will be a tag list and i’ll explain how to be apart of it if you want to be tagged when i post chapters! anyway, enjoy!」

⇨ 「warnings— swearing, crying」

⇨ 「word count— 3.4k」

CHAPTER FOUR: HOLLY, JOLLY

The next day, we were all sat in Mike's basement. Eleven was sat at the couch with a radio in her hand, while me, Dustin, Mike and Lucas were standing next to it. "We just tell our parents we have AV club after school. That'll give us at least a few hours for Operation Mirkwood," Mike told us as we leaned over the table.

"You seriously think that the weirdo knows where Will is?" Lucas asked Mike, not fully convinced.

"Just trust me on this, okay?" he said, hoping that he would understand. Lucas nodded, "Did you get the supplies?" Mike asked the boy across from me.

"Yeah," he said as he looked down at his bag, starting to pull things out. "Binoculars.. from 'Nam. Army knife.. also from 'Nam. Hammer, camouflage bandana.. and the wrist rocket!" Lucas put everything that he took out onto the table, which I give him a weird look. Why did he have this stuff??

Dustin looks at him funny, "You're gonna take out the Demogorgon with a slingshot?" He gave him a sarcastic and annoyed look.

"First of all, it's a wrist rocket. And second of all, the Demogorgon's not real. It's made up. But if there is something out there, I'm gonna shoot it in the eye.." Lucas stated annoyed before snapping the slingshot, which made me and Dustin jump. "—and blind it."

Mike sighs, "Dustin, Y/n, what did you get?" Dustin smiles before taking his backpack and dumping out all the things he collected from our house. I didn't know what he got, but I only got a few things, which were weapons.

"Well, alrighty. So we've got.. Nutty Bars, Bazooka, Pez, Smarties, Pringles, Nilla Wafers, apple, banana, and trail mix. Oh! And Y/n's favorite, chocolate pudding," Dustin told us, which made us all sigh. Yes, it wasn't the best things in the world, but food is necessary and I love chocolate pudding.

"Seriously?" Lucas deadpanned.

"We need energy for our travels. For stamina. And besides, why do we even need weapons anyway? We have her," Dustin explained, pointing to the girl on the couch.

We all look at her, "She shut one door!" Lucas yelled, not liking the poor girl who looked up.

"With her mind! Are you kidding me? That's insane! Imagine all the other cool stuff she could do. Like.." Dustin exclaimed excitedly to Lucas, who was annoyed. To be honest, I agree with Dustin. Not just because he's my brother, but because he's right. If she can shut a door with her mind, she can do anything. Dustin walked away and picked something up, "I bet.. that she could make this fly!" He then walked in front of El, "Hey. Okay, concentrate. Okay?" The toy drops to the ground with a thud. I face palm at my idiotic brother. Just because she can, doesn't mean she's going to do it. He picks it up again, "Okay, one more time. Okay. Use your powers, okay?" Anddd it dropped to the floor again.

"Idiot," Lucas and I mumble.

Mike rolls his eyes and storms over there, picking up the toy from the ground, "She's not a dog!"

"Boys! Y/n! Time for school!" we hear Mrs. Wheeler holler from the top of the stairs. We all grab our backpacks and head up the stairs.

As we walk through the kitchen, I see Mrs. Wheeler, "Bye, Mrs. Wheeler!" I wave and give her a smile, which she returns.

"Bye, Y/n!" she exclaims as we walk out the door.

"Need a ride today, Dust?" I ask my little brother as we walk outside. "I can give you all a ride if you want," I tell Lucas, seeing that Mike wasn't outside yet.

"No, its okay. Thank you though, Y/n/n," Dustin replied with a smile. I nodded before opening my car door and hopping in. Welp, today's going to be interesting..

———

After getting to school, I opened my locker and started getting the books I needed. I was hoping that I could get my stuff and leave my locker before Nancy got here because I really don't want to face Steve and his idiotic friends. Because wherever Nancy Wheeler is, Steve Harrington is there too.

Unfortunately for me though, Nancy walked up to her locker next to mine with her head down. I gave her a questioning look, wondering why she seemed upset. This is okay, I thought to myself. Steve isn't with her, so everything's good for now. Well, until I heard the douche's voice come up from beside Nancy and slam her locker shut. "Hey," he said calmly to the girl, who was startled from the slam. I just about jumped out of my skin when he did and I almost pissed myself.

"Hey!" she laughed nervously.

"Is everything okay?" he asked her, seeming a bit worried. Huh, that's new; Steve Harrington being worried about someone.

"Yeah. Yeah, totally.. I just.. I feel like everyone's staring at me," she said to the boy, feeling anxious and paranoid. She looked around at everyone in the hallway, thinking that they were staring at her. Why would they be staring? I thought to myself, feeling kind of confused as to why Nancy Wheeler is worried about people staring at her.

"Oh, I didn't.. I didn't tell anyone," Steve spoke, which made me think of the only possible thing that would make her so paranoid, but I might be wrong.

"I know. I know. Of course not. But what about like.. Tommy and Carol?" she reassured him. I got all the book I needed, but I'm intrigued now. Yeah, it's wrong to eavesdrop, but my curious mind can't help it.. and they're literally right next to me.

Steve chuckles lightly, "You're being paranoid."

She looks down and smiles, "I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's cute," he tells her, making her look up and smile. "I had a good time," he spoke, which gave me the answer. I was right, Nancy and Steve fucked last night. Cool! I couldn't care less what they do.

"Yeah. Me too," she says before Steve leans in to kiss her. Their lips connect, making me roll my eyes and groan.

"Gross," I mumble to myself, wondering what I'm still doing here. Steve chuckles and looks at her decorated locker door before leaving. She sheepishly smiles and looks down. I poke her on the back, "Alright Wheeler, since when did you break the rules?" I give her a smirk as she quickly spins towards me.

"I-uh," she stuttered and smiled to herself. I do the same and gently punch her on her arm.

"Just be careful, okay?" I tell her, not wanting my old friend to get hurt by one of the biggest douches in the school.

She nods, "Y'know.. We should hang out again sometime." My eyes widen, not expecting the now-popular girl in front of me.

Now it was my turn to stutter, "Uh, yeah—yeah sure. I would love that." She smiles and nods before I close my locker, books in hand. "See ya, Wheeler," I say before turning around to go to my class. Well that wasn't what I was expecting.

———

After school, I was walking to my car but then spotted Jonathan, which made my eyes light up. "Jonathan!" I exclaim, running over to him as he leaves the school. He turns to me as I catch up.

"Oh, hey Y/n," he says in a rush; almost like he just wanted to leave. We walked to the parking lot together in silence. I wonder what's up with him? As we're walking, I spot Steve and his stupid friends sitting on Jonathan's car. I roll my eyes and keep walking, but Steve got off his car and walked towards me and Jonathan.

"Hey, man," Steve said to Jonathan, making us both stop.

"What's going on?" my best friend asked the four, the other girl being one of the girls in Jonathan's photography class.

"Nicole here was uh, telling us about your work," Steve said blankly. I raise my eyebrow, wondering what the hell he was talking about.

"We've heard great things," Carol said sarcastically, making me roll my eyes. "Yeah, sounds cool," Tommy spat.

"And we'd just love to take a look. Y'know, as.. connoisseurs of art," Steve said annoyed at the boy. I want him to get to the damn point.

Jonathan sighs, "I don't know what you're talking about." He says before trying to get into his car. Yes, I can leave, but my curiosity gets the better of me and I want to know why Steve and his jerk friends are after my friend. Tommy takes his backpack before he could get in and Carol holds him back. "Please, give me my bag," Jonathan pleaded the jerks.

"What the hell, Steve?" I say frustratedly to the guy in front of me.

He ignores me, "Man, he is totally trembling. He must really have something to hide.." He unzips Jonathan's backpack before dumping his things out of the back of his car. "Ah.. Here we go," Steve says as he turns around with pictures in his hands. "Oh man.." He flips through the pictures, making me furious. How could someone just look through someone else's things?

"Let me see," Tommy said before snatching on from Steve. "Dude."

Carol scoffs, "Yeah, this isn't creepy at all.."

I scoff as well and look at Jonathan, "Jonathan, what the hell is going on?" He ignores me and tries to speak up, but I interrupt him, "Don't ignore me!"

He sighs, "I was looking for my brother.." He tries to reason with the jerks, which still didn't give me an answer.

"No. No, this is called stalking," Steve spats back, which makes me antsy. "And Y/n—" he starts, but got interrupted by Nancy walking over.

"What's going on?" she asks as we all look at her direction.

"Here's the other starring lady," Tommy says as she looks over to me and Jonathan confused. Trust me, I'm just as confused as she is.

"This creep was spying on us last night," Carol spoke, making my eyes widen. Jonathan wouldn't do that.. "And I bet he was saving this one for later." She holds out a picture to Nancy.

"I'm so confused," I say, not understanding what was going on. Steve sighs and walks towards me.

I raise my eyebrow as he speaks up and hands me a picture, "Did you not notice someone following you home last night?" I give him a weird look, taking the picture from his hands. I look at it; it was a picture of me getting on my bike to leave Steve's house.

Me and Nancy look up to Jonathan in betrayal and shock, "What the fuck, Jonathan?! Were you following me last night?" I didn't want to believe it, I hoped he would say he just took the picture on accident, but no. All he did was look down in shame.

Steve clicks his tongue, "See, you can tell that he knows it was wrong, but.. man that's the thing about perverts.. It's hardwired into 'em. Y'know, they just can't help themselves." He puts a hand on Jonathan's shoulder as he looked up to him. Steve began to rip the pictures in his hands, "So.." He tossed the now-ripped pictures in the air, "we'll just have to take away his toy."

"Steve.." Nancy said as the said guy walks over to Jonathan's stuff.

"No, please, not the camera," Jonathan pleaded. Yes, I'm mad at him—furious, actually. But cameras are really expensive, and Joyce is already going through some tough times with money already, so I could only feel remorse for Jonathan. He tried to get to his stuff but Tommy held him back.

"No, no, wait, wait.. Tommy, Tommy," Steve stops Tommy from doing anything, which he only chuckles. "It's okay. Here you go, man," Steve says as he holds out the camera to Jonathan.

"Steve, wait—" I start, but I get interrupted by Steve dropping the camera, making it shatter. Tommy starts to laugh as we all stare down at the camera. Like I said, I don't really like Jonathan too much right now, but that was cold. Very cold.

"Come on, let's go. The game's about to start," Steve said before walking alway, his jerk friends following after him. Jonathan was quick to gather everything that was on the ground before they blew away. Me and Nancy stood there before she knelt down and saw a picture. "Hey, Nance! Come on!" Steve yelled to his girlfriend, which made her look up and quickly collect some pieces of a picture. She stuffed them into her bag before getting up and leaving. Jonathan watched her leave with a sigh. Now it was my turn.

I sigh and he looks up to me, "I'm sorry about your camera. Bye, Byers." I walk off to my car feeling betrayed. Why would he do that? I mean, I get that he was looking for Will, but come on? Taking photos of us from the woods? I sigh as I get to my car and get inside. Now I have to go help the boys' with finding Will.

———

After going home and getting my bike, the boys and I are at the place where Mike told El to meet us. "El!" Mike says to the zoned-out girl. "You okay?" he asked her, which she turned towards us and nodded. Mike patted a spot on his bike, motioning her to get on. "Hop on. We only have a few hours." She nodded and got onto his bike before we all start to peddle.

A little while later, we found ourselves in the woods, pushing our bikes along the red and orange leaves. "Why did they hurt you?" El asked the boy and pointed to his chin.

"What? Oh, that. Uh.. I just fell at recess," Mike stated, which I didn't believe one bit. I was bullied in school too, and I know that was just some dumb excuse.

"Michael, don't lie. Did someone hurt you?" I ask sternly. No one is going to hurt one of my kids.

He sighed and El spoke up, "Mike.."

He looked at her, "What?"

"Friends tell the truth," she said, agreeing with me.

Mike sighs, "I was tripped by this mouth breather, Troy, okay?" I felt anger bubble up. Like I said, No one messes or hurts with my kids.

"Mouth breather?" El asks innocently.

"Yeah, y'know.. a dumb person. A knucklehead," Mike tells her, which I back off. Yes, I want to know more about this 'Troy' guy, but this is their conversation, and I've listened to enough conversations that don't involve me today. I slowed down and started to walk with Dustin and Lucas, not paying attention to what the kid's are saying.

———

A couple of hours later, it was finally dark and we were almost to the place El is taking us. But as we get closer, things are starting to look a lot more familiar. I didn't think about it too much until we got to our destination. It was Will's house? "Here," El said, stopping in front of Mike. Lucas, Dustin and I all looked at each other weirdly, not understanding why we're at Will's house.

"Yeah, this is where Will lives?" Mike questions the girl.

"Hiding," she says, making us all sigh.

"No, no. This is where he lives. He's missing from here. Understand?" Mike said to the girl as me and the boys drop our bikes and walk up to the two.

"What are we doing here?" Lucas asked, annoyed as to why we're at the one place y know Will isn't. To be honest, I'm kind of annoyed myself, but I'm not going to show it because I want El to be comfortable with me, not intimidated or scared of me.

"She said he's hiding here," Mike points out, only making the boy next to me even more frustrated.

"Um.. no!" Lucas exclaimed.

"I swear, if we walked all the way out here for nothing—" Dustin said. He seemed frustrated and I nodded along with him.

"That's exactly what we did. I told you she didn't know what the hell she was talking about!" Lucas yelled and pointed at the scared girl. I put a hand on his shoulder to try and calm him down.

I sigh frustratedly as I pinch the bridge of my nose, "Yeah, I'm sorry Mike, but Will definitely isn't here."

He stared at us before turning around to El, "Why did you bring us here?" He asked the girl, only for her to stammer in response. I felt bad for the girl, she was just trying to help and now she's being yelled at.

"Mike, don't waste your time with her," Lucas stated and rolled his eyes.

"What do you want to do then?" Mike argued back. I take my hand off of Lucas' shoulder and walk over to the girl. I put my hand on her shoulder and give her a reassuring smile.

"Call the cops, like we should have done yesterday," Lucas retorted.

"We are not calling the cops!" Mike exclaims at the boy.

"Hey, guys?" Dustin says and looks past me. I give him a questioning look before turning towards his line of sight. My eyes widen at what he's looking at.

"What other choice do we have?" Lucas asked frustratedly.

"Guys!" I yell at the arguing idiots behind me. They look towards me in confusion as me and Dustin stare at what we're seeing. Sirens echo loudly through the road as multiple police cars and ambulances zoom down the street.

"Will.." Mike mutters as we all turn around and run to our bikes. We quickly get onto them and peddle fast to follow the emergency vehicles.

We were peddling so fast I felt my calves burn and ache, yelling at me to stop but I didn't. I kept going and started peddling faster. No one hurts my kids. Still following the cop cars, we biked through the woods, heading towards the lake.

Finally, we get to the lake and park our bikes behind a fire truck. I get off of mine as soon as I stopped it, bolting to the truck to see what was going on. The kids run after me and we all peek our heads out from the side of the truck. I squinted my eyes to get a better look, only to see a small body being pulled out of the water. "It's not Will. It can't be," Mike says, not believing what we're seeing.

The guys pull the body out of the water, "It's Will. It's really Will." Lucas says sadly, not wanting to believe it, but it was Will.

I stared in shock, "No, no, this can't be happening.. No, it's not Will. It's not him, it's someone else.." I try to reassure myself so I don't start crying. But I can't. I can't lose him too..

"Mike.." El starts, trying to reach out to him.

He slaps her hand away, "'Mike'? 'Mike,' what? You were supposed to help us find him alive. You said he was alive! Why did you lie to us? What's wrong with you? What is wrong with you?" He says sternly to the girl, who had tears welling up in her eyes.

"Mike.." she says softly.

"What?" he asks her sternly, motioning for her to continue. When she doesn't answer, he scoffs and walks away.

"Mike, come on. Don't do this, man. Mike," Lucas says to the boy, who ignores him.

"Mike, where are you going? Mike!" Dustin questions him, but he ignores him too while getting on his bike. Dustin wraps his arm around my waist and brings me closer to him. A tear runs down my cheek as I watch him peddle away. The sound of the sirens filling my ears, reminding me of what happened last year. I already lost Jen, I cant lose Will too.

   No one—absolutely no one hurts my kids.

———

TAGS:

@milkiane @novacrystalli @stepasidefilth @maggiecc

okay, so if you want to be tagged in the next chapters, either message me or comment on this post. i’ll try to make a document or form to do so in the future, but for now, just comment or message me :)

also, i’ll be answering comments from my other account @petersluvbug bc it’s my primary account and this is my secondary, so i can only answer from it.

love ya and tpwk! <3

[stargirlfics]

is this my calling? did someone say toxic/ mean baby daddy! Chris on parental holidays? 😈

Let’s just say you and Chris had a weird coparent relationship. Neither of you actually wondered why you split.. but you did. But the love was still present. You still communicated and hung out like you were dating, except you weren’t.

Why that was? Neither knew, but a lot of times you missed him and he missed you. Not to mention the jealously that could fester. Two stubborn people, now parents, that just couldn’t properly express their feelings.

Sometimes such things can be convoluted.

Mother’s Day was sweet. Chris sent you flowers that filled every inch of your dresser, chocolate, and two thick envelopes filled with money. One for your kiddo, one for you. It was great and you loved every part of it.

And as much as Chris didn’t need you going as crazy as him for him, secretly, he still expected it.

Father’s Day was confusing for him. All he got was a heartfelt text. No gifts, nothing to look forward to. But it wasn’t your fault because you had to work.. that was until he physically caught you out.. with someone else. On fucking Father’s Day.

He debated what to do in that moment because you hadn’t noticed him at all. Then the wheels got to rolling in his head.

Later that night fell to, your doorbell rang mid cooking dinner. It was Chris, but he looked tense.

“Hey! You caught me just in time, bubba’s at my mom’s and I’m making dinner, you hungry?”

His expression didn’t shift, except a full chested sigh, “no I’m alright, thank you though”

You felt taken aback but you ignored it, “o-okay, you want anything to drink? I just bought a bottle of moscato, it’s the one you usually drink because I like that one too—“

“Actually, I need to talk to you. You know what today is right?”

You nodded confusingly, “Father’s Day?”

Chris nodded, “damn right it is, so why is it that I go all out for you and all I get is a text while I catch you out with another man? The fuck’s that about?”

“Firstly, don’t cuss at me, you know I don’t like that. Secondly, who told you, you could monitor my life now? I told you I had to work, sorry I forgot send you cologne and boxer briefs, I didn’t know the world spun for you” you rolled your eyes.

Chris hated that, “it’s not about that, it’s the fact that you chose to give your attention to some loser than the man who continues to lavish you and do almost everything for you. You gettin’ sicka’ me or somethin’, baby?”

And here’s the emotional manipulation. Chris was the master at it. He knew you still loved him and pined after him, why not put it to his advantage? It was just fucked up because you never did that.

“Don’t fucking do that, Chris seriously, you know that’s not it and it’ll never be that—“ you turned away from him, focusing on your dinner.

That’s when you felt him pressing up against your back. His cologne filled your senses, his nose ran up against the side of your neck, his hands fell to your hips.

“Then what is it? You startin’ to love on someone else that’s not me? You know I’ve always loved you, I’ve never stopped actually. But it breaks my heart knowin’ you’re givin’ all my love away, especially when I do all the things for you that I do. That hurts daddy, you know?”

You hated how easily you could cave in. You always wanted Chris to know that you loved him back, hell maybe you did wanna be his girlfriend again.

That’s how his mouth found yours, tongue down your throat, and nails digging crescents in your ass. His 6 ft stature towered as he devoured you.

He planted you on the counter far from the stove, got you naked, and ate you out for what felt like hours. He slipped inside you pretty easily with how wet you were.

Chris had you spread as wide as you could accommodate his body, the thickness of his cock stretching you open and rutting into you like an animal. You were teary eyed, sensitive, and needy, grasping onto Chris like you were scared to lose him.

He grabbed your jaw in between his fingers, forcing you to look at him.

“Do you love me?” You nodded but Chris tsked, “you’d better use those fuckin’ words or I’m not letting you cum tonight, you annoyed me earlier, don’t piss me off”

You cried out as his shoved himself farther in you and completely stilled himself. His eyes and furrowed brows drinking you in. That smolder, it had you throwing your head back in pure agony.

“Yes, I love you. I love you so much, you don’t even know”

That had him smirking, leaning forward and kissing you, you whined, squirming on his dick, trying to get him to start moving. “Think you deserve my dick?”

When you didn’t answer, Chris chuckled, “yeah I thought so, you really fuckin’ don’t, better be lucky I love you too, don’t ever let me catch you doing some shit like that again, especially on days like this. I’m the only man you need in your life, today was supposed to be all about me, don’t ever forget that, you hear me?”

You nodded your head vigorously when his thrusts picked up, hard, fast, and rough, “y-yes, daddy! Yes, I promise, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”

He kissed you again, satisfied, a sickening smile wearing him full, “Mhm, good girl, that’s why I love you. I’m so fuckin’ close and you’re gonna give me another baby because you love me too, don’t you?”

And he knew you would. Anything for him.

Sometimes Chris couldn’t help but to get his way… especially on Father’s Day… 😈

My girl always delivers omfg BABE THIS IS GOLDDDD! 🥵🥵🥵🥵 goshhhh I hate him but man…that’s hot as hell!!!! That man plays one smooth game and that’s facts! Like ugh yeah fine I dO love your and your dick game christopher!