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The Sweepstakes: Javi Gutierrez (Porn Star AU)

Series: The Sweepstakes

Pairing: Porn star Javi Gutierrez x Female Reader

Summary: It seemed like a great idea at the time, but now you’re not sure you’re brave enough to claim your sweepstakes prize.

Word count: ~3.2k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: reader is a full-figured gal, vague body descriptions, body insecurity, some ass smacks, ass worship, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected PiV (there is paperwork)

A/N: Huge thank you to @burntheedges for all her help with this! Javi is a new character for me as is some of the subject matter I’m writing about. I hope I’ve done both justice! Spanish translations are at the end, but everything should be able to be understood in line with context. I hope you enjoy!

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“There’s a kitchen to the left and a bathroom here,” Erin opens a door to show you a spacious full bath. “The production room is at the end of this hall, which is where I will be if you need anything.”

You nod along and follow her down the hall.

“And of course, here is the room where you’ll be doing your scene!” She opens the double doors with a flourish.

It’s so… bright in there. Is it always that bright?

You look around the large bedroom. A bedroom you are very familiar with, as it is where your favorite porn production company films many of their videos.

You wrap your arms around your torso, feeling exposed even though you’re still fully clothed.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

You entered a sweepstakes you never expected to win. You saw the ad after a particularly satisfying session with your vibrator. It said, “Enter to win a night with your favorite performer!”

Your favorite performer had just given you a fantastic orgasm. In your dopamine haze it seemed like the best idea you’d ever had. You’ve never had an orgasm with a partner, but he gets you there every time. Could he do it in person?

The “he” in question was none other than Javi Gutierrez. The friendliest porn star there ever was. Sunshine incarnate. You wondered and then you clicked submit.

Now, seeing the room in person, faced with the reality of the large bed and sunlight filtering through the curtains… your brilliant idea doesn’t seem so brilliant anymore.

Erin leads you into the room and continues, “Since you’ve opted not to be filmed, we have removed all the cameras except one.” She gestures towards a tripod in the corner. “The lens cap is on though, it’s just for sound. We will be monitoring the feed just to be sure everyone is safe.”

“I… I don’t know… if I can do this,” you choke out, your breaths coming faster and faster as panic builds in your chest.

“Hey, it’s ok.” Erin places her hands on your shoulders and captures your darting gaze. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. If you just want to meet Javi and call it a night, that is completely fine. He really is the sweetest.” She smiles at you, and you let out a long exhale, allowing your shoulders to relax slightly.

“He won’t be upset?”

“Upset? No. Our performers are all very aware of how intimidating this is and would never judge anyone for backing out, Javi especially. I know he is excited to meet you, though.”

“Me? Why?” That’s just ridiculous. One of the most beautiful men in existence is excited to meet jiggly, squishy you?

“He’s excited to meet everyone, all the time, but we did show him your photo and tell him a little about you from your paperwork. I believe his exact word was deliciosa.” She winks.

Delicious? What? Javi is always so complimentary to his scene partners, telling them how beautiful they are and how good they feel, but none of his scene partners look like you.

“What do you think? Want to meet him?” Erin asks you gently.

You nod. “Yeah, I guess.” If Javi is who you think he is, then he will at least be friendly and kind.

“I’ll send him in in a few minutes. Make yourself comfortable and remember, we are here for you, however you want this evening to go.” She leaves the room, closing the doors behind her.

You face the bed, the space you’ve traveled to in your mind so many times now real in front of you. You’ll just meet him, and it will be fine. So what if you’ll never know what it’s really like to be with him. So what if this once in a lifetime opportunity passes you by.

You hear the doors open behind you and quickly turn around only to be blinded by the gorgeousness that is Javi Gutierrez.

He’s wearing a white tank top that shows off his broad, muscular shoulders, lightly freckled from the sun, and loose linen pants that hang low on his hips, revealing a thin slice of tummy and happy trail. His skin positively glows in the setting sun. His hair falls softly in ringlets of brown and gold around his handsome face.

“Hello, I am Javi.” He introduces himself with a wide smile and open arms. You allow him to gather you into his broad chest, too stunned that this is happening to even introduce yourself properly. You mumble your name against him.

His scent fills your nostrils—citrus and the ocean breeze—and you breathe it in greedily. Too soon he lets you go and steps back. A look of deep concern fills his chocolate brown eyes as he considers you carefully.

“Erin said maybe you want to leave.” His deep voice is so gentle and soothing. “It is ok if you do, but I hope not.”

“You don’t have to say that.”

His brow furrows in confusion. “Say what? That I would be sad not to get to fuck you?”

“You don’t… really want to do… that with me. It’s ok.” Your cheeks heat as you stutter your answer.

“Of course I want to, why would I not want to? You are so beautiful. Bonita.”

“No I’m not, you don’t want this,” you gesture towards yourself, your tummy, your ass.

“I do want this. What is wrong with this?” He looks genuinely confused. “May I touch you, bonita?”

“I… I guess.”

He takes your hand and brings it to his lips then trails kisses up your arm. You shiver as his mustache brushes against your sensitive skin.

“¡Que linda! So beautiful and soft,” he murmurs as he gets to your shoulder, dropping your arm and placing his hands on your waist. “Why would I not want more of you to fill up my hands?” He slides his hands around to your ass, bringing your fronts together. You can feel his length hardening between you and your mouth falls open in surprise. He squeezes your ass, “This. You. Are beautiful. And I do want to fuck you. Te deseo, bonita.”

He closes the distance between you to press a kiss on your mouth, currently open in shock. He teases your lips and chin as his hands knead your ass, pulling you against him. One hand travels up to palm your breast. He finds the hard point of your nipple and you gasp as he pinches it.

“Do you not want the cameras because you do not think you are beautiful, bonita?” he whispers against your skin as he drags his angular nose along your jawline.

You nod as you whimper. The idea of watching yourself like that… it makes your insides churn. You just knew when you saw the question in the paperwork that you would never want to watch it, so why record it?

He pulls back and holds your gaze intently. “It is your choice, por supuesto. But I hope I can make you feel beautiful tonight. With me. Will you stay?”

His smoldering gaze is hypnotic and you find yourself replying, “Yes, I’ll stay.”

“Bueno, this makes me very happy.” The smile that lights up his face confirms his words.

You find yourself smiling back, your insecurities taking a backseat to the fizzy excitement now bubbling through your veins. His joyful presence is contagious.

Javi returns to your mouth, no longer in teasing nips, but with intent as he draws you into a deep kiss. His tongue slides against yours with languid, knee-weakening strokes. He leads you backwards until you feel the bed against the backs of your legs and directs you to sit. With your head tilted back, he continues to explore your mouth, standing between your legs, his large hands cradling your face.

He steps back and pulls his tank top over his head. He moves to return to your kiss, but you stop him with your hands on his chest. You have to see him, touch him, this beautiful man you’ve fantasized about so many times.

“You’re gorgeous, Javi,” you whisper reverently as you drag your palms down his golden chest, delighting when his nipples pebble under your fingers.

“Gracias, bonita,” he chuckles softly. His fingers trace your jaw and the shell of your ear as you explore his body. “Undo the tie,” he murmurs as your fingers trace the edge of his trousers. You can already see the shape of him through the thin material, straining to be released.

You bite your lip and Javi groans, “Fuck. Those lips, ay, son deliciosos.”

Carefully, you tug at the drawstring knot, it gives way, and his pants slide down his beautiful legs, revealing the full glory of his nakedness to you. His cock bobs in front of you and your mouth waters at the site. You shift, squeezing your legs together at the ache building at your center.

His glorious length, hard… for you. It boggles your mind.

“It’s so sexy, you looking at me like that,” Javi growls. “I can’t wait to fuck you with this cock.” He strokes himself in front of you. He’s so thick it sends shivers up your spine.

You look up at him and lick your lips. “Can I taste you, Javi?” The boldness of the request surprises you even as the words escape your mouth. You’ve become brave so quickly in the presence of Javi’s obvious desire.

“Absolutamente. Whatever you want. I am here for you.” He smiles down at you as he stands in front of you next to the bed.

You take him in your hand and stroke lightly from root to tip, then bend over to retrace your path with your tongue. Javi’s approval rumbles in his chest as you lick and taste your way along him, ending with a swirl of your tongue over the head of his gorgeous cock. Grasping him firmly in one hand you draw him between your lips.

Javi caresses your neck and cheek as you pump him into your mouth. You close your eyes and focus on remembering the salty taste of his skin on your tongue. You never want to forget.

You lose yourself in the rhythmic action, stroking him with your hand in time with your mouth until your jaw aches. You pull back to catch your breath only to have his mouth on yours again.

“Your turn, bonita,” he practically growls into your mouth. “I need to taste you. Por favor. Lo necesito.”

You remove your clothes with his help. You want to look down, away from his face, so you don’t see his reaction to you, but you force yourself to meet his gaze. What you see looking back at you is pure lust and desire.

Goosebumps rise over your skin at the intensity of it, your nipples pebble and your pussy throbs.

“So soft,” he whispers reverently, cupping your breasts. He squeezes and moans before taking your nipple in his mouth. He presses you back, so you’re laying on the bed. Out of habit, your arms move to cover your body, to somehow make yourself smaller.

“Don’t hide from me, bonita.” Javi gently takes your wrists and pins your hands out to the side. “Let me see you. You are so beautiful. Quiero verte.”

Sincerity shines from his kind eyes. You take deep breaths and relax. You want to trust him.

He kisses your lips then travels down your neck, sucking at your pulse point and making you gasp. He gathers your breasts in his large hands and nuzzles into them before taking each peak in his mouth. He travels across your belly, licking and nibbling at your roundness, before grasping your thighs in his hands and licking a broad swipe up your slit.

You moan as his warm mouth envelopes your cunt and his tongue nudges at your sensitive bud. “Delicioso,” he groans between licks. He slips a finger inside you, and you instinctively roll your hips into him.

Him stroking you inside and out is divine, and you try to sink into the sensations and just enjoy, but a thought keeps worming its way back in. Your mind won’t let it go, so you clear your throat, “Um Javi? I need to tell you something.”

“What is it, sweetheart? Are you ok? Do you not like it?” he kisses the inside of your thigh, looking worried.

“No no, it feels so good, don’t stop. I just… I… fuck…” you lose focus, distracted as he resumes dragging his fingers in and out of your pussy, circling your clit with his thumb.

“I have read your papers, have you changed your mind about something?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just… I’ve never… come with a partner.”

“Hmm,” he murmurs into your skin, continuing to stroke you, “Do you come when you watch me?”

“Every time,” you moan as his fingers find a spot deep inside that makes your arch off the bed.

“Then we will see. It is ok if you do not.”

“I want to. With you.” You do, so so badly.

It’s something you’ve thought about a lot. It could be a matter of skill, but you can get yourself off alone just never with a partner. You have a suspicion that how you feel about your body might be the reason. None of your partners have ever said anything to make you feel badly, but you haven’t exactly let them appreciate you either, assuming that they wouldn’t.

You cover yourself, turn off the lights, only partially undress, in the hopes that a partner won’t notice what you look like. As if they haven’t been looking at you in all the moments leading to the bedroom.

But Javi didn’t let you do that. In this bright room, you bared yourself to him and he said you were deliciosa.

“You have my word, I will try very hard,” he places his free hand over his heart, sealing his promise with a nod, making you giggle. “And we have things to help, if you need them. It is ok. I will take care of you.”

“Thank you, Javi, oh…” you cut yourself off with a moan as Javi dives back into your cunt, sucking your clit into his mouth and making your hips jerk.

You decide to believe him and work to clear your mind. Your eyes drift close as you focus on the pleasure he is pulling out of you. His warm tongue strokes wide and firm, circling your clit in determined strokes. You let your body respond how it wants. Your hips rock into him with each stroke of his tongue, seeking that perfect pressure. It feels amazing.

But you don’t come.

Before you can get frustrated, Javi kisses his way back up to your tits and gathers them in his palms. “Look at you in my hands,” he moans, mouthing at your soft flesh, swirling his tongue around each nipple. You take the opportunity to run your fingers through his silky hair, twirling one curl and then another.

He groans in appreciation when you tug slightly. The sound goes straight to your core.

He looks up at you with a wicked grin. “Roll over, bonita.”

He rolls you on to your stomach, kneeling across your outstretched legs. He gently smacks your ass cheek, sending ripples through your body. You gasp and your pussy clenches around nothing.

“Yesssss,” he hisses and he smacks you again. “Look how you bounce for me.”

He takes handfuls of your ass cheeks and kneads and squeezes them together. Suddenly you feel his cock slide through the cleft of your ass. You try to twist to see him but can only get glimpses of him staring down at you, slack jawed and wrecked.

Your body is making him look like that. It makes you feel powerful, and you wish you could watch him enjoy you. For the first time, you regret not allowing the cameras.

“Fuuuck,” Javi growls, sliding his cock between your ass cheeks. You whimper and whine pinned underneath him. “I could come like this, bonita, you feel so good.” He lets your ass cheeks fall apart and smacks them again before gathering you back up around his cock. “So juicy and plump. Fucking amazing.”

You’re drenched with arousal and unable to relieve any of the pressure.

“Fuck me, Javi, please,” you beg.

“Sí, bonita, I will fuck you,” he growls.

Javi scoots back and rolls you over then wedges himself between your legs.

Taking his cock in hand he glides himself through your slippery folds, nudging at your clit with each stroke. You whimper as he teases you until he notches himself at your entrance.

He eases himself into your channel. He’s a lot to take and works his way in gently, watching your face for signs of discomfort.

You let out a guttural moan as he bottoms out in your cunt. “So good Javi, you’re so big. Fuck, I’m so full.” The stretch of him is glorious.

He pistons his hips slowly at first as you both savor the drag of him through your walls. Gradually he speeds up until he’s slamming his hips into you.

Every thrust reverberates through your body. Your breasts and tummy wobble, but you don’t try to stop them.

“Look how you bounce when I fuck you,” Javi groans, continuing his relentless pace, “ it’s so sexy.” His fingers dig into your thighs as he presses you open.

“Yes Javi, more… yes… please.” You beg nonsensically as your orgasm begins to sparkle at the edges of your awareness.

“You need to be filled up, don’t you bonita? You need to be stretched around this cock. That’s it. Fuck. You feel so good.” He moves a hand in between your bodies to circle your clit and you cry out.

“I think I’m close, Javi,” you whine. He circles your clit faster continuing to drag his thick cock in and out of you.

“Let go, bonita. Let me see it.”

You tip over the edge, an edge you have never found with a partner before, but you’ve never felt so desired with a partner before and so free in your body. Javi’s skill with his cock and mouth and fingers is unparalleled for sure, but what does it is the look in his eyes and his filthy words when he fucks you.

He has made it so clear that his arousal is not despite your body, but because of it. And he made you believe it too.

“Bonita?”

“Mmmm?” you mumble as you come back into your body, the aftershocks of your orgasm spacing farther and farther apart.

Javi is next to you, holding the back of your hand up to his lips as he peppers it with kisses.

“I have a question.”

“What is it?” you crack one eye open.

“Can I go get Erin to set up some cameras? For the next one?” he asks, eyes wide and hopeful.

You bite your lip as a shy smile spreads across your face. “Yeah, ok.”

“Deliciosa.” He smiles in return before bounding out of the bed towards the door, leaving you giggling on the bed.

You stretch out while you wait for him to return, feeling more at home in your body than you have in a long time. You wiggle your fingers and toes and smile to yourself. The next one is going to be fun.

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Translations: Deliciosa/o/son deliciosos – delicious, they are delicious Bonita – beautiful Que linda – how beautiful/pretty Te deseo – I desire you Por supuesto – of course Bueno – good Gracias – thank you Absolutamente – absolutely Lo necesito – I need it Quero verta – I want to see you

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katareyoudrilling · 2 days

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Fantastic answer even though I disagree lol Javi for me all the way for actual choosing, I’ll survive with a little less noise 😉

Happy Friday, friend!

We both agree Ezra should have won that poll…. but who would you choose to be with between Javi P and Ezra?

Both is not an option 😉

Ooooh, Kat! Good question! Those are two beautiful, sexy, noisy men right there...way to remove my option to pick both, because you know I would if I could! 😉

After much deliberation, I think I'm gonna go with...Ezra. He's a delightful blend of scruffy and sneaky and needy and secretly-soft. I could be a great assistant in aurelac harvesting or whatever other shenanigans he's up to. His constant running at the mouth might annoy me from time to time (I like my peace and quiet), but at least I wouldn't have to worry about not knowing what he's thinking or feeling. Unless he's purposely conning me, the scoundrel. Better not pull that with me if he wants to keep me around. I also want to play with his little blond patch of hair SO badly.

Sorry, Javi, I love you too! Quit the DEA and come partner with me and Ezra! 😘

Thank you kindly for the ask and sorry it takes me so long to get to these! 💜

#askgasm of the day #rebel-held

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I just love your writing, El. This world is so cozy and hopeful. I want to live there.

I don’t think you’ve said specifically that your Marcus is not a superhero (if that’s coming then please ignore what I say next lol) and that is fine with me. Superheroes aren’t really my thing. But I’ve noticed how you are hinting at his magnetism (personality, charisma etc instead of actual power) and I think that it is just so clever and well done!

My husband is a fountain pen collector and connoisseur so when he said Parker that’s immediately where my mind went because my favorite pen of his is a Parker 51 from the 1960s:

I’m very curious to see where you go with it!

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Series summary: A story about hope and new chapters.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x f!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Rating: 18+

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Chapter 2

You spend the next few days unpacking, keeping busy. You’d closed the door to the small boxy room you’d earmarked as your office on your first night in your new place, but it was time to tackle it.

You tear open the parcel tape, peel it away, and open up the first of the cardboard boxes. A stack of copies of your first book, a detective novel printed in a few different languages and cover options, blink up at you. You heave them out and place them on the bare shelf above your writing desk.

In the bottom of the box is your pick-me-up folder. A carefully selected number of book reviews, magazine snippets, and online comments that you’d printed out. Alex had wanted to get them all mounted and framed, but you preferred to keep them tucked away and private.

He’d always supported your writing, but with his typical relentless pursuit of success. He’d helped shape the story, persuaded you to make it darker and grittier to hit the points that would sell, and his instincts had been right. It flew off the shelves, leaving behind a big cheque and the financial freedom to write whatever you wanted afterwards. But it had left you feeling a little hollow. You'd do things differently next time.

Next time.

You thought you’d start writing again right away, but after a celebratory holiday in Hawaii and a few weeks to let the dust settle, life got…uninspiring.

Was this now next time? Your plan and hope was that a new place and a new setup would kick start something.

Now that you have the chance to write anything, where should you start?

You work late into the night until you are left with a veritable fort of empty boxes and a sore back. You pick up the green paper bag from The Stationery Stop and set about arranging your new supplies on your desk. You line the pencils up perpendicular to your laptop and pile the notebooks up on the side.

As you rummage into the bottom of the bag for the last few trinkets, you remember the flyer you’d been given, which was now missing. What day did Marcus say the group met? Tuesdays? Thursdays? You needed to pop back into town again in the morning anyway. Maybe you’d nip in to double-check and see a friendly face.

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You exit the florist struggling a little under the large bouquet of pink gerberas that you’d unwittingly purchased. You’d intended to pick up a small house plant for your desk, but the woman behind the counter was so enthusiastic and colourful that you were lucky you hadn’t left spending more.

When you’d told her you were a writer, still a term that you couldn't say without looking down at your shoes and waiting for the “Oh, anything I might have read?” question, she’d excitedly asked you if you knew about Pencils and Pals, and practically shoved you out of the door and into The Stationery Stop.

It’s quieter inside today without the Saturday throng of customers, but that feeling in the air is the same. There's something about this place. It has a calm kind of magnetism, like the peace of a library or the hush of an old museum.

Your eyes dart to the counter when you enter, but there’s no one behind it today. You take a walk to a display of birthday cards, shift the bunch of flowers under your arm, and leaf through a few, thinking you might actually send your mother’s on time this year.

“Back again?” Marcus comes out of the storeroom behind you, carrying a pile of small canvases all wrapped in plastic. You don't know where he buys his t-shirts from, but the man looks like a walking GAP advert. Today's is a crisp white with a shallow V-neck that draws your gaze as you spin around.

“If you thought that would make me jump, you should know I have three brothers and am immune to pretty much every form of practical joke.”

“I’m not the scaring sort.” He drops the pile onto a nearby table. “But I do like a challenge.”

“Oh, I haven’t seen one of these in years!” You take a few steps towards the counter and wind the handle of the vintage desktop pencil sharpener that sits there. “Why do I have an impulse to stick my finger in there?”

“Please don’t.” He shudders. “I thought it was a fun throwback too, until some kid nearly took a fingernail off.”

You grimace and pull your hand back.

“I actually came back to ask about your group, ‘Artists Rehab’ is it? I thought it was on Thursdays, but I couldn’t remember, and I didn’t want to offend the one person I know here.” You slide the birthday card across the counter and pick up a stack of post-its from the impulse buy section. “Although if I keep spending money every time I step foot in here, I might have to reconsider this friendship.”

He returns your smile, and you see a hint of blush creep up to his ears.

“Just call me your friendly neighbourhood pencil-man.”

You lean forward, your expression serious. “Do you shoot erasers out of your fingertips?”

He checks over his shoulder as if he were about to let you in on a state secret. “Only when surprised.”

You hand over a few bills, and as he drops your change into your palm, you spot his wedding ring. That warm feeling you had coming in here now has a slight chill to it.

“Does…Mrs Pencils come along on Thursdays too?” Your mouth is now a little dry. “It’d be nice to meet her.”

There’s a flicker of something across his face. It’s a look you recognise, one of a sore spot being poked.

“No, she’s….She died.” He twists the ring on his finger a tad self consciously. “It was a long time ago, but I’ve never- Sorry, you didn’t ask for all of that.”

You know this is the point you should politely share your story, but the W word had followed you everywhere for the last few years, and you just wanted to bask in being you for a while. Rather than the you that made people avert their eyes and cross the street through awkwardness.

“I’m really sorry.” The words tumble out before you remember how much you loathe them.

His eyes flash warmly again, and he slips another flyer into your carrier bag with your receipt. “Thank you. And I really hope I- we’ll- see you on Thursday.”

He steps out from behind the desk to hold the door open with his foot, your hands now full with today’s purchases.

You give him your name and another smile. “I’ll try to make it.” You say as you turn to leave, already knowing you’ll be there.

Marcus contemplates you as you walk away, the small bounce in your step and the swing of your bright coat. He leans into the window frame and watches until you disappear around the corner.

Talking to you feels easy. He likes that you just say whatever comes into your mind. Likes that you made him smile on this random Tuesday and that he might see you again in two days' time.

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You shift nervously from one foot to the other in the doorway of the shop, wiping your feet more times than necessary on the rough coir mat.

Marcus is at the end of the room, unloading folding chairs from a stack and placing them next to several small round tables. The place is busy with people already. He looks up at you, and the expression on his face, the one that matches the warmth and welcome of this little place, makes you feel like you could melt into your boots.

He's wearing a button-down shirt in a dark navy brushed cotton, and you see him fiddle with the cuff button for a moment. You wonder if it's new, and perhaps if he chose it specifically for tonight.

He’s next to you in a few long strides, and for a breath, you think he’s about to pull you into a hug, your brain only registering this at the last second.

“Hello again,” he touches the top of your shoulder lightly and the skin beneath your shirt prickles, “I’m glad you’re here.”

You unwind your soft silky scarf from around your neck and stuff it into your backpack. “I’m glad too. Thanks again for the invite.”

He gestures towards the group. “Come on, they don’t bite.” He points to a young man with long dark bangs and a jet black floor-length coat who you see pull a ball of yarn and knitting needles out of his tote bag. “Not even him.”

“I’m so bad with names.” You confess. “I hope I can remember them all next week.”

Marcus smiles reassuringly at you. “I’m happy to hear you’re already coming back next week, but do you want to hear a secret?”

You lean in to him slightly. “Always.”

“I can’t remember all their names either.” He slides his hand into the pocket of his dark wash jeans and shrugs. “I gave them all nicknames at the start, and now I’m stuck with them.”

“Oh, really!” You laugh and your eyebrows shoot upwards. “Well, now you have to tell me what they all are, and I promise I’ll only bring it up weekly. Forever.”

He shakes his head at you but the dimple in his cheek tells you he likes your gentle prodding.

“Ok.” He runs his hand across his patchy, stubbled jaw. “See that tall guy over there?” You spot an older man with posture the army would be proud of. “That’s ‘Ruler’.”

“Figures.” You nod.

“The woman with the bright blonde cropped hair? ‘Highlighter’.”

He points out a few more people. There’s ‘Paperclip’ who wraps everyone in a tight embrace as they walk in. ‘Thumbtack’ who no-one seems to want to sit with. ‘Whiteout’ who is already crossing out everything they’ve written on their page and, finally, ‘Mole’, with her stack of Moleskin notebooks on her lap, each more dogeared and fuller than the last.

“How long until I get a themed nickname?” You joke.

“You already have one.” He grins as he walks back to the group, leaving you wondering.

You pick a seat next to ‘Mole’. She’s a writer too, and she has an infectious spark, a cute British accent, and an easy confidence that makes you want to read or listen to anything she has to say. She writes her phone number on an orange post-it and sticks it to the front of your notebook, a coffee date already a foregone conclusion at this point.

It’s a motley crew of creatives. Some are painting, others drawing, sewing, or writing. You’d been worried it would feel like the support groups you’d reluctantly attended, at other people’s insistence, after Alex was gone. All hard-backed chairs, harsh strip lighting, plastic cups of orange juice, and boxes of Kleenex. But this felt welcoming, fun, just what you didn’t know you needed.

You notice how Marcus takes time to talk to everyone in the group. He holds himself in a charismatic way, making every person light up when he shows an interest in what they’re working on. You could see him as a teacher or a boy scout leader.

When the last of the group pack up their things and leave, you find yourself hanging back and folding your papers away slowly. One by one, they leave the shop, and their cheery goodbyes fade away to leave a quiet stillness.

Marcus flicks the radio on low and starts putting the store to bed for the night. You like watching him from back here, the practised way he lets the roman blinds cascade down the windows, the soft taps of the keys of the cash register as he turns it off, the swish of the straw brush as he sweeps the floor.

His laptop is open on the counter, and you notice a pair of brown eyes that match his and a crown of chocolate ringlets radiating out from the screensaver.

“Your daughter?” You guess.

You like how his face glows at this. “Yeah, that’s her. Missy. She hates that photo now. It’s ancient. She’s grown up and is away at college.” His shoulders sag a little. “Great kid, calls her Dad every Sunday without fail.”

You’ve stalled as much as you can, so you wrap yourself up in your coat and sling your backpack onto your shoulders.

“I bet you’re a good Dad.”

He hums. “Depends which week you ask her.”

He pulls on his jacket and pats down the pockets for his keys.

“Is there anyone picking you up tonight, a partner or..?”

You shake your head. “No, I’m-. It's just me.”

After he switches off the lights and punches in the alarm code, you and Marcus step outside onto the street.

“So did you have a good time tonight?” He flips through his bunch of keys until he finds a brass coloured one and locks the door.

“I really did.” You nod. You’ve smiled so much tonight that you feel a little drunk off it. “I’ve always written alone, but it felt really good to be in a room full of other people being creative. Inspiring, I suppose.”

You feel him relax as he falls into step next to you. “That’s great! I’m so happy we get to keep you.”

There’s a tiny swoop in your stomach, and then the memory of something he said earlier comes back to you.

“Hey.” You prod him on the arm. “You never told me what my nickname is?”

There’s not even a beat before he says. “Parker.”

You think for a moment as the heels of your shoes click off the pavement in synchronised taps.

“Like the brand of fancy pens?”

“Exactly.”

You knit your brows together. “You’re a pencil guy, though, right?”

“Yeah,” he smiles but keeps his gaze forward, “your friend the pencil guy.”

Your friend. It feels nice and your cheeks are rising faster than you can stop them.

Later on, as you twist and turn in your bed and hear the pipes creaking as the heating comes on, you’re a little confused as you think back to why he chose ‘Parker’. Is it a compliment? Those pens are pretty high-end after all. Is it as simple as writer = pen?

Or are you reading way too much into this, and should you just be relieved you’re not ‘stapler’?

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katareyoudrilling · 2 days

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Kate, you did such an awesome job with this chapter!! I know you were nervous about it. I love how Joel is instantly charmed by Ellie’s spikiness but knows he has to play it cool. It is very dad of him. It’s just so great seeing that connection without having to break through layers of trauma to get to it.

Beth continues to be the best, relieving tension and lightening the conversation so naturally that Ellie doesn’t even know.

My favorite part though, is Ellie pushing up against what is appropriate for a kid to ask an adult and Joel firmly and kindly setting that boundary. One of my biggest pet peeves is adults using kids for their emotional support. It’s inappropriate and damaging. I really love how you modeled a healthy, honest conversation between the two of them. Excellent work!!!!

Maintenance Request Chapter 20

Joel Miller x f!reader | new chapter every Friday 18+ | ao3 | main post & chapter list chapter word count: 3.3k

chapter summary: when Joel met Ellie 👀

a/n: thank you as always to @katareyoudrilling for being the best beta 💕

chapter tags/warnings: flirting, banter, fluff, cursing, food and drink mention, pet names (honey, gorgeous, darlin’, baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl, handsome, cowboy), tricky conversations, typical Ellie bluntness

Chapter 20

Saturday, November 16 Twelfth week of the semester

In the week leading up to The Meeting, as Beth had been calling it for days (in a ridiculously deep, dramatic voice), you were nervous. You knew Joel was a good guy, and you wanted Ellie to like him. But you wanted her to like him on her own, not because you pushed her, or because she felt like she had to for you.

Beth joined you and Joel for lunch by the psych building on Friday, even though your schedules only overlapped for 30 minutes. Afterwards she blew up the group chat you had with Ellie with her review (“He’s pathetically into your aunt, like it’s written all over his face. He seems like a good one”). You got the go ahead from your sister (who was working that weekend), which wasn’t actually difficult but you were glad to have it anyway.

By Saturday, you were so nervous you googled breathing exercises on your phone while you waited for Beth and Ellie to come pick you up. Joel was going to meet you at the restaurant, after Tommy picked up Sarah to take her to soccer practice. You tried to tell yourself not to be nervous but it didn’t work. You felt like you actually had plenty to be nervous about, so you couldn’t trick yourself out of it.

You were in the process of breathing in 1-2-3-4 and holding it when your phone buzzed with a text from Ellie saying they were outside. You released your breath and took one more deep one before gathering yourself to leave.

Ellie was in the front seat of Beth’s car and stuck her tongue out at you, so you rolled your eyes and got in the back.

“Morning,” you said as you slid into the seat.

“Morning!” Beth sounded cheery, at least. “Here we go!” You sighed and tried to force the muscles in your back to relax.

The brunch spot wasn’t far from your apartment, and during the ride there you poked at Ellie a little bit to try to gauge her mood. She seemed fine, if wary. That was probably the best you could have hoped for.

Joel was waiting for you outside of the restaurant when you arrived. He was looking pretty nervous himself. He had his hands in his pockets and he was trying to look casual, but his shoulders were tense.

“Hey, darlin,” he murmured as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“Morning, Joel.” You smiled and gestured behind you. “You know Beth. And this is Ellie.”

Joel and Ellie looked at each other for a moment in silence. She was squinting at him fiercely and you could tell he was trying not to smile in response.

“Nice to meet you, Ellie.” Joel nodded at her and you were suddenly glad he seemed to intuit that offering a handshake was not a good idea. “Heard a lot about you from your aunt.”

“Hi,” she replied, eyes narrowed. “What did you hear?”

Joel couldn’t hold back the smile anymore. “Heard you made a pretty cool presentation about the Emu War. How’d that go?”

Ellie looked torn between her warring desires to give Joel the third degree or to monologue about the Emu War at any given opportunity. “Um, fine.” She visibly bit back something else and you sighed.

“Let’s go get a table and then maybe she’ll tell you all about it.” You gestured to the restaurant and Beth moved behind you to open the door.

“Bet I can recite your presentation from memory.” Beth grinned as she teased Ellie, who rolled her eyes.

“Bet me what? I bet you can’t.” Ellie crossed her arms as she entered the restaurant and you laughed.

“Hmm,” you heard Beth muse as you stepped up to the host station to get a table. “I’ll buy you another weird little guy of your choice.”

“Deal!” Ellie sounded gleeful. “Get ready to perform.”

You mentally thanked Beth for putting her more at ease in this unfamiliar situation as you all followed the host to a table and sat down. Joel sat next to you on your left, with Beth across from him and Ellie across from you.

Your conversation got stuck on the Emu War for a bit (Beth managed to postpone her performance and bet fulfillment until you weren’t in public) and you tried not to watch Joel and Ellie too closely. You realized you were twisting your hands together under the table when Joel reached over and gently laid his hand on top of yours, pulling them apart to tangle your fingers together and rest them on your thigh. You took a deep breath.

Before you could say anything, though, Ellie beat you to it.

“So, Joel. What are your intentions with my aunt?” She stared him down, eyebrows furrowed, arms crossed on the table in front of her. It sounded like she had rehearsed the question before asking it. Intentions, you mouthed to yourself. You caught Beth’s eye and realized your best friend was grinning.

Joel squeezed your hand before he nodded and replied. “I’m serious about her, about us. I care about her a lot. I want to be good for her.”

Ellie hummed, and was briefly interrupted by your drinks arriving. She took a long sip of her orange juice.

“I have some questions.” She said it like she was throwing out a gauntlet. You resisted the urge to hide your face in your hands.

Joel nodded, face serious. “Ask ‘em.”

And then rapid fire, she did.

“You have a kid, right? What happened to her mom?”

Joel didn’t even flinch. “She left, isn’t coming back. We weren’t together long. You’ll have to talk to Sarah for more details.”

Ellie squinted like maybe she wanted to ask a follow up, but proceeded to her next question. You were starting to suspect she’d made a list and wondered if she had it written down in one of her pockets.

“Have you ever been arrested?” You closed your eyes and took a long sip of your coffee.

“Not really. Got thrown into the drunk tank once and I wasn’t even drunk. My little brother was actin’ up in public, got us both in trouble.” You tried not to laugh at this new information about Tommy, even as you realized Joel had apparently chosen the path of extreme honesty. You didn’t want to interrupt Ellie’s interrogation but you wondered if there was a limit.

“Hmm. Ok. Have you ever done drugs?”

Joel shook his head. “Just smoked weed a few times in high school. Used to smoke cigarettes before Sarah was born. Quit when she came along.”

Ellie leaned back in her chair, hands tense on the edge of the table. “What’s your worst habit?”

Joel smirked. “Probably leavin’ my towel on the floor in the bathroom. And sometimes I’m a grouch.” You met Beth’s eyes and looked away sharply before you both could laugh. Joel pressed your clasped hands into your thigh, like somehow he knew you were struggling to hold it together.

“What’s your daughter’s favorite tv show?”

Joel grimaced. “She likes that dating show, the new one where they don’t see each other at first. I hate it.”

“Do you watch it with her?” Ellie raised her eyebrows.

“Sometimes. She likes watchin’ it with Tommy better, he likes it more’n me. She says I bring down the vibe.” He shrugged.

“When’s the last time you had an argument with her?”

Joel tilted his head, considering. “Maybe last week? Wasn’t really an argument. She made me drink some orange juice in the morning, said I can’t live off coffee alone. Or I guess maybe when she wanted to go to a sleepover but I wouldn’t let her. I haven’t met those parents yet. But you’d have to ask her what she thinks about it.”

You watched Ellie’s face carefully and could see that she was relaxing a bit. You could guess at her reasoning for some of these questions, but not all of them.

“Why do you like my aunt?”

Joel raised his eyebrows in response and Ellie raised hers right back, expression unchanged. “Well. Alright then. She’s the smartest person I’ve ever met, and I love learning how she thinks and how she sees the world. She’s funny, been making me laugh since the first day we talked. She’s got good taste in music.” He glanced at you and smiled the little half smile that you loved. “And she cares about people. You can see it in the way she teaches, in how she talks to her students. She wants to help them. She gives so much of herself to everyone around her. I want to do the same for her.” You bit your lip as you felt a sudden tightness behind your eyes. He winked at you. “And she’s gorgeous.” You laughed.

Ellie squinted at him again, frowning. “I mean, she’s the fucking best, I know that. But you better know that, too.”

He grinned at her. “I do know that. She is the fucking best.” He raised his eyebrows at her again when he echoed her curse. “And for some reason she seems to like me. I’m not arguin’.”

You elbowed him. “Joel, you know–”

He shook his head at you. “I know, darlin’, I swear I’ve been listenin’. But right now I’m tellin’ Ellie all the reasons I like you.”

You sighed, but Beth cut in. “Wait, I have a question.”

Ellie looked at her skeptically. You both did. Joel didn’t, but he hadn’t known her as long.

“What? I do!”

Joel smiled. “Go ahead.”

Beth grinned, and you started to worry. “Alright, we need to know, and you have to be honest. How bad at dancing is she? We’ve seen her dance! We know the truth!”

Ellie burst out laughing and despite your own annoyance, you grinned at the sight. “Yeah!” She agreed through her laughter. “Tell us!”

Joel looked at you and smiled, gently. “Nah, she was great. Didn’t even step on my feet. She followed my lead just fine.” You felt your cheeks heat in response.

“Oh, come on! That's it?” Beth nudged Ellie with her elbow.

“That’s it.” He nodded and squeezed your hand again. “I’d dance with her anytime.”

“Gross.” Ellie rolled her eyes, and you knew she was feeling more comfortable.

Joel straightened in his seat as the food arrived and released your hand. “Can I ask you some questions now?”

Ellie immediately looked suspicious but nodded, grudgingly.

“Alright. I heard you started the art club. What kind of art?” He took a bite of his food after he asked, looking at Ellie expectantly.

She glanced between him and you, clearly unsure. You nodded at her in encouragement.

“You want to hear about that?” She sounded skeptical.

He nodded. “I do. Sounds like maybe it took a lot of work. Are you in charge of the club?”

Ellie continued to squint at him but answered. “No, I’m the vice president. I didn’t want to be the president but they made me pick something.” You snorted and she rolled her eyes at you. “My teacher says I’m not enough of a people person to be president anyway.” She looked like she wanted to swallow those words back after she said them, and glanced at Joel warily. You frowned.

“Sounds like your teacher might need to work on their own people skills, if you ask me.” Joel grumbled and furrowed his brow at his plate and you wondered if he was thinking about Sarah’s mean chemistry teacher. Ellie looked like she wanted to agree and was conflicted about it.

“That’s what I said,” Beth agreed, nodding. “You’d be a great president.”

Ellie rolled her eyes. “I don’t want to be president, anyway.” She shrugged.

“Sarah’s thinking about trying out for varsity soccer next year, not just playing outside of school,” Joel offered. “I told her maybe she should start a club of her own, somethin’ to do with reading, since she’s been doing it so much.” He nudged you as he said it and you smiled.

“There might be a book club already,” Ellie offered, voice neutral. “I dunno what they have.” Ellie and Sarah went to different schools, on opposite sides of the town. The schools were almost identical other than Ellie’s having slightly more artsy offerings for students.

Joel nodded. “Maybe. I’ll tell her to check.” He took a sip of his coffee and glanced from you to Ellie and back again. “Got any more questions for me?”

Ellie furrowed her brows and frowned at her waffle. You watched as she straightened her shoulders and started to wonder how many questions she might have left on her list.

“How many people have you dated?” Your heart rate picked up at her words and you opened your mouth to interrupt, but Ellie shot you a stubborn look.

Joel answered just as honestly as he had been so far. “Well, I think your aunt and I will keep some of those details between ourselves. But I haven’t dated much, haven’t been in a relationship in a while, not since Sarah’s mom.”

Ellie eyed him and crossed her arms. “That’s it? How do I know you won’t hurt her?” Her face was fixed in a scowl and you didn’t know if you should say something or let Joel answer. He did before you could decide.

“Well, I won’t pretend I’ve always been perfect,” Joel’s voice was even and you could tell he was treading carefully. “But I would never hurt her on purpose. And I would try real hard not to do it accidentally either.”

Ellie narrowed her eyes, clearly not satisfied with this response. “I was there, you know. After Matt. I know what he was like.” You felt a tightness in your chest as you remembered how much of a mess you were when Ellie came to live with you, freshly free of your relationship with Matt and still figuring yourself out. She’d only been 9 at the time and you’d hoped you’d shielded her from most of it. You blinked against the emotion building behind your eyes. Beth sent you a supportive look from across the table.

“I believe you.” Joel nodded. “But there are parts of our relationship that are just for us, and I’d rather your aunt decide what to tell you about them. I will tell you that I already promised her I’d never treat her that way. She’ll decide if I’m good enough for her. And you should know Sarah would take care of me long before you could get to me, if I ever did anything like that.”

Ellie continued to scowl for a minute, looking first at Joel and then down at her plate. “Ok. I–” she trailed off, looking unsure. “Ok. One more question.”

Joel nodded and you took a deep breath, bracing yourself.

“Can you cook? Because she’s not great at it.”

Beth cracked up laughing and you gasped. “Ellie!”

She grinned at you, unrepentant. “It’s true, and you know it!”

“Well, I don’t know about that.” Joel turned to you with the half smile that sent shivers down your spine. “Dinner was pretty good the other night.”

Ellie rolled her eyes. “She can make, like, 5 things. Do not let her make soup.”

He raised his eyebrows and darted his eyes from her to Beth and back to you. “What happened? Soup’s easy, darlin’, what could go wrong?”

Ellie cackled and launched into the story of the Soup Geyser with infuriating glee. As she did, you looked up and met Beth’s eyes. She grinned at you and nodded, and you felt your shoulders relax in relief. She was right, even though she hadn’t said the words out loud.

Ellie was teasing you. In front of Joel. Something had gone right, after all.

…

After brunch, Joel offered you a ride, so that Beth and Ellie could go check out some more “weird little guys” before Beth dropped her off at Riley’s. You hugged them both (squeezing Ellie a bit longer than usual) and she promised to text you later. You took a deep breath, knowing that would probably be her final verdict. But she smiled and waved at you, so you hoped it would all be fine.

You found yourself standing next to Joel by the passenger door of his truck and realized you’d been silent for your whole walk from the restaurant. You looked over to find him looking at you, a smile playing around his lips. You smiled back, sheepish.

“Sorry, Joel, I was just thinking.”

He reached out to tangle your fingers together as he crowded you against the passenger door. “I could tell, sweetheart. So? How do you think it went?” He looked a little worried, which was sweet.

“Honestly, Joel, I think it went really well. Sorry about the interrogation.” You sighed as you leaned against the truck.

He shook his head. “No, I expected it, or something like. I’m happy to answer her questions. You know, to a point.”

You laughed. “She respects honesty. So you probably won some points, with all that.”

He smiled at you and leaned in to press a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Good. I want her to like me. I want her to meet Sarah, too.”

For a moment the two of you just smiled at each other. You were shaky, like you were coming down from a huge adrenaline rush, and you supposed that wasn’t far off of what happened. You heaved a deep breath, shaking off your nerves. “Do you have some time, Joel? Want to come over for a bit?”

He grinned, a bit wicked. “Tommy’s taking Sarah to a movie after soccer practice. I’m all yours until dinner time, baby.”

You pulled him into a kiss. “Good,” you mumbled against his lips. “Take me home, cowboy.”

…

Ellie (3:02 PM): ok, he’s maybe a little bit cool. he’s alright (3:03 PM): I want to meet Sarah (3:03 PM): but I think he checks out

you (3:05 PM): thanks, Ellie. I’m glad you got along. even if you had to embarrass me to do it

Ellie (3:06 PM): it’s not my fault you can’t make soup (3:07 PM): do you think he meant it when he offered to teach me to play guitar or was he just doing that adult thing where you say nice things to kids 🙄

you(3:08 PM): he meant it. but I’d be there too. if you’re interested

Ellie (3:10 PM): I’ll think about it (3:14 PM): Beth was right though. he’s pathetically into you (3:15 PM): like I thought you were bad (3:15 PM): but he’s on a whole other level

you (3:16 PM): I thought you’d be happy about that

Ellie (3:17 PM): don’t make me admit to having feelings

you(3:18 PM): 😇

…

sis 👯 (4:12 PM): finally, my break! How did it go?

you (4:15 PM): yay! I think it went ok? You should ask Ellie but her official verdict is that he’s “alright” and maybe “a little bit cool”

sis 👯 (4:16 PM): well damn. High praise

you (4:16 PM): I know!

sis 👯 (4:18 PM): I’m heading back in but now I want to meet him, too

you(4:19 PM): of course! He’d love that. Also he offered to teach Ellie to play guitar and I could tell she was interested, but I promised I’d be there if she does want to take lessons. To make her comfortable

sis 👯 (4:20 PM): she’d probably love that, if she does actually think he’s alright. But yeah I’d want you there. And not until after I meet him.

you (4:21 PM): of course 👍

...

a/n: they met! it happened! what do we think?

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I hear you on the name mix ups. My government name is very common and simple but there are many spellings so I am always having to spell it out

@goodwithcheese I’m glad it’s not just me lol

@artsy-girl-76 “Katary” I’m dying lololol also autocorrect is out to get all of us I swear

Hi Maggie!

Happy Friday! I have to admit something to you… for a long time, when I saw your screen name I saw—

“Maggie May Hemnj”

Pronounced exactly how it looks 🤷🏼‍♀️. Just recently, I looked at it and saw—

“Maggie Mayhem NJ” 🤦‍♀️

What is something it took you longer than it should have to figure out? 😂

Happy Friday, Kat! Believe it or not, you're not the first person here to mention something like that (I won't name names......) 😆

It's fitting, because my government name has been misspelled and/or mispronounced in several ways over the years. I think it's hilarious!

Just call me Maggie Minaj. 😉 (KIDDING)

For those that may not know, maggie mayhem is the Team Captain of the Hurl Scouts in the movie "Whip It".

#askgasm of the day #Maggiemayhemnj

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I love your answer! I think the eating habits in other countries are so interesting! Your day sounds yummy and fun! I am useless if I have a drink in the middle of the day, but good for you! lol

My day would look like this—

Breakfast- a croissant, egg, bacon, and havarti sandwich (from this little market near the beach where I have vacationed a couple times) and an iced americano

Lunch- burrito of rice, roast chicken and veggies with basil aioli and a side of sweet potato fries (my favorite meal from a local restaurant that they have taken off the menu 😭😭😭), someone to share a chocolate truffle cookie with (thankfully still on the menu), and a made-from-scratch ginger ale (also thankfully still on the menu)

Dinner- mussels in white wine butter sauce with crusty bread and a glass of Chardonnay

Dessert- chocolate covered strawberries and champagne to celebrate such a perfect day of eating

Maybe throw a gin and tonic in there somewhere, but not in the middle because, like I said, useless lol

Hi Patt!

Pedro was once asked in an interview what his idea food day was and he said:

“I’d start with very strong, very tasty espresso, runny eggs and buttery toast, someone to share blueberry pancakes with, and then more coffee. A burger and a shake (or a beer— or both) for lunch, and at some point gin and oysters. And someone with me to remind me to eat some greens”

—interview with New Potato 2014

What’s your ideal food day?

Here she is! Kat and her awesome asks blowing my mind. ILY, really,

Weeeeell... Let me think...

Let's think I'm rich, first of all, so I would start my morning with a Starbucks Mocca... A TALL one, thank you. And a chocolate muffin (no need for it to be from Starbucks but... We're there, why not)

Then around 13h I'd have el aperitivo (here in Spain we like to have some drinks like beer or any kind of soda and some tapas maybe when is our day off... and it's call like that, "tomar el aperitivo") before lunch (we eat pretty LATE compared to any other country, like anytime from 13h-16h). I'd go for a cold beer and some fries with different sauces (I'M ADDICTED TO FRENCH FRIES, you must know)

For lunch I'd have KFC. Why? Cause that's the first fast food that came to my mind, but any other would be welcome. Hot wings LARGE meal for me. Reg coke. Yummy.

And I'd have a fruity cocktail or a rum-coke (yeah, that's what I drink, hahahaha) and toast with friends 'cause I had such a wonderful non-stop-eating day. I'd have something light and healthy, like I salad when I came back home and that's it.

I think it's more than enough hahahahaha

As I always do whenever I finish my stupid answers... It's my turn to ask. I really wanna know what would you have!

Thank you again for your asks, I do appreaciate them sm.

#askgasm of the day #Pattwtf

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@maggiemayhemnj I think I’ve heard of that place! I think my friend ate at the restaurant and showed me pictures like she was in a Monet painting. It was incredible!

That reminded me that we have a topiary park of Sunday in the Park by our main library!

Hi lovely!

Could you tell me about a few of your favorite paintings?

Thanks so much for the ask, Kat! Sorry this took so long to answer…but I did say I had a lot of favorites!

A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte by Georges Seurat - I am in awe of the sheer size of this piece given its pointillism style, plus the fact that I LOVE Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and the museum scenes, and I saw “Sunday in the Park with George” as part of a theatre class in college and thought it was great - all of that makes this a painting that always makes me smile.

Luncheon of the Boating Party by Pierre-Auguste Renoir - I actually like several of Renoir’s paintings, but I did a color study on this work for a college art class and have loved it since.

Starry Night and Irises by Van Gogh

Nighthawks by Edward Hopper

Claude Monet - San Giorgio Maggiore at Dusk, The Artist's Garden at Giverny, and Woman with a Parasol

Then I get into a mix of paintings and sculptures or other mediums…

I like several of the masters - Da Vinci (especially his sketches), Michelangelo (esp. Sistine Chapel paintings and La Pieta sculpture), works by Kandinsky, Pollack, O’Kieffe, some of Picasso’s works, some of Claus Oldenburg’s sculptures are fun, I like Little Dancer by Degas, the colors of Lichtenstein’s works… I love Chihuly’s glass works, and his sketches/paintings are pretty cool as well, and Seb Lester’s calligraphy is amazing…

I know I’m forgetting half of them, but I probably need to call it good. This is one of those things I could probably chat about for hours and still not be done with my list. 🤣

(And all of the above images were pulled from public domain…not sure the etiquette here for that…)

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for tagging me @quicksilvermad and @secretelephanttattoo !

I don’t have any WIPs this week, but I do have an idea for another Sweepstakes installment!

If I can pull it off…

Consider yourselves warned!

(It might be a while, so don’t get too excited)

#wip wednesday

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Thanks for tagging me @schnarfer! This was fun! (except for how I don't seem to be able to copy/paste on mobile?? Is this happening to anyone else??)

Go to pinterest and search:

colour of your phone background + aesthetic

favourite animal + aesthetic

name + core

movie you rewatched multiple times as a child + aesthetic

favourite time of day + aesthetic

first word of your favourite song + aesthetic

Tagging: @burntheedges @secretelephanttattoo @grogusmum @davnittbraes @goodwithcheese d

#tag game

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Thanks for sharing! I really appreciate people who have knowledge about art explaining it to me. I bet it would be a lot of fun going to a museum with you!

Look at this puzzle we are working on!

Such a great painting. I love the vibe.

Here is a photo I took recently of a Chihuly installation:

We have a lot of Chihuly here, you should I come visit!

Hi lovely!

Could you tell me about a few of your favorite paintings?

Thanks so much for the ask, Kat! Sorry this took so long to answer…but I did say I had a lot of favorites!

Luncheon of the Boating Party by Pierre-Auguste Renoir - I actually like several of Renoir’s paintings, but I did a color study on this work for a college art class and have loved it since.

Starry Night and Irises by Van Gogh

Nighthawks by Edward Hopper

Claude Monet - San Giorgio Maggiore at Dusk, The Artist's Garden at Giverny, and Woman with a Parasol

Then I get into a mix of paintings and sculptures or other mediums…

I know I’m forgetting half of them, but I probably need to call it good. This is one of those things I could probably chat about for hours and still not be done with my list. 🤣

(And all of the above images were pulled from public domain…not sure the etiquette here for that…)

#askgasm of the day #artsy-girl-76

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Oh to be in that kitchen…. 🥵

I loved the parallel confessions! I’m loving this series!

Nicest Things Part 3: Most Ardently

Neighbour!Joel x f!reader

Rating: 18 + only please

Summary: I can resist everything but temptation

Word count: 1,777

Content: Gratuitous Austen references, Joel Miller AU but no ages mentioned (everyone is over 18 but they can be whatever you would wish), big swears, bad boyfriend mentioned, minimal descriptions of reader, LOOK AWAY if you don't want a spoiler - we got infidelity, we got smut! Snogs and thigh riding. Always Fleabag coded.

Part of the Nicest Thing masterlist mini series / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 - coming soon

A/N: I did genuinely start off writing this thinking it would just be a kiss but... Well, Joel Miller and reader had other ideas. I feel like you guys (gn) are going to enjoy this one. Apologies to Jane Austen for using her work as basically foreplay.

Reminder: You're staying with your uncle this summer and your friendship with his unreasonably hot neighbour, Joel Miller, is growing. Only one small hitch, the long-term boyfriend waiting for you back at home.

Thank you to @katareyoudrilling for being my original Austen inspiration, to @pascalssbabyy & @luxurychristmaspudding for holding my hand whilst I had a wobble or two& to @toomanytookas for being the ultimate beta reader.

Most Ardently

It’s scorching in the kitchen. And it’s not just because Joel Miller is sitting across the room from you, clutching your well-thumbed copy of Pride and Prejudice. He’s reading to you in that low, honied voice and with each hushed, drawn-out syllable you feel a little like you might be ascending to heaven, letting his words wash over you and dampen your skin.

The blissful summer evening light streams through the kitchen windows, bringing with it the lingering Texas heat, which is melding with the warmth from the oven and the hob, bestowing a glow to your cheeks, as you chop and weigh out ingredients for the feast you’re cooking up. You’ve slipped into a summer dress and pulled your hair up out of your face, yet it hasn’t made you any less hot, hot, hot. You drag the back of your hand against the perspiration gathering on your forehead.

Your phone is on silent, but you still see out of the corner of your eye as it lights up with an incoming call. You peer over at it. Shit, your boyfriend is ringing you. First time he’s tried to ring since you got to Texas. You quietly turn it over, screen now facing downwards, squish that edge of panic down that you always get when you see his name flash up on your phone. Yes, always. You don’t want to roll that thought around your head right now, no need to dig at that scab. You mentally blank it out. Blank him out.

You take a swig of the red wine that’s definitely growing on you, try to focus on Austen fused with the soothing lilt of Joel. You’ve picked out chapter 34 and Darcy is about to attempt his disastrous proposal to Elizabeth.

Joel reads; "She answered with cold civility. He sat down for a few moments, and then getting up, walked about the room. Elizabeth was surprised, but said not a word. After a silence of several minutes, he came towards her in agitated manner, and thus began-”

Joel stops reading for a moment, a frown etched onto that beautiful face, “So, Darcy’s actually in love with Lizzie?”

“Of course,” you laugh, “wouldn’t you be?”

“Course,” Joel’s laugh echoes your own and you’re reminded how much you love the sound, how ever since you first heard that almost boyish laugh you’ve become addicted to it, feel it right down to your bones. He takes another sip of his red wine, “Ok where were we… right, he’s just turned up at her motel.”

“They’re staying at someone’s house Joel, there weren’t motel’s in England in the 1800’s.“

“Yeah, yeah,” he clears his throat, begins to read as Darcy, “In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you - hang on, baby, he’s fucking this up, isn’t he?”

“Sure is. Not very romantic being told someone is struggling to try and stop being in love with you.”

Joel continues to read aloud, adding in his thoughts as Darcy well and truly fucks up his proposal, "I like Lizzie, she’s got sass.”

You turn your head over your shoulder to agree with Joel, only to find he’s placed the book down on the table and has suddenly come up right close behind you. He slides his hands around your waist, strong arms pulling you up onto your tiptoes, so you’re leant against him, “Reminds me of someone I know.”

He leans down so the scruff of his beard prickles against the sensitive skin on your neck and you groan at the sensation, fingers splayed out in front of you on the counter, as you try and steady your breathing and not rut back against him, “Joel…”

“I’m trying real hard, but I can’t not touch you baby. I know… I know you’re in a tricky spot and I don’t want mess anything up for you. You know how much I want you, right? I’m gonna respect whatever you decide… but…” he nibbles a little at your exposed skin and you gasp at the contact, “We’ve got a problem, ‘cause I’m going to ask if I can kiss you. And if you say yes, I ain’t going to be able to stop.”

You nod your head furiously, make a sound that kind of resembles an ‘uh huh’ but it’s more like a deep, shaky exhale.

“You’re gonna have to use your words when I ask, baby.”

“Yes, please Joel.” The effect this has on him is immediate. He pulls back from you a little, tilts his head, breath still hot on the curve of your neck. You can feel his eyes roving up and down your face as his jaw ticks.

“Good girl.”

Your compliance, he likes that, and it emboldens you, makes you even more sure of the want that’s flooding every fibre of your being. You turn so you’re fully facing him, purposefully dragging your body against his, “Ask me now.”

He steps even closer to you, pushing you against the wooden side. He drops down to your height, slotting a knee between your bare thighs, one hand firm around your waist and the other warm against your face. His thumb ever so gently caresses your cheek, and you are tempted to turn a tiny increment and take that thumb into your mouth, let your teeth bite into the calloused flesh. Instead, you look up into Joel’s darkened eyes with your mouth dropped slightly open, feel your tongue push behind your teeth in anticipation.

He lets your demand sit between you for a moment. You wonder if he can feel the burning between your thighs that’s pulsing against the thick denim of his jeans, mirrored by the thrumming of your pulse under his circling thumb.

He all but whispers into your breath, “Can I kiss you baby?”

You tilt your head, so your lips trace the words onto his, “Yes, please Joel.”

It’s so soft, that first touch. Like everything just melts away, his body sinking into you. The burning heat becomes a want that almost feels chaste for a second as you both marvel in the way your lips instinctively find each other, gentle, warm. Almost, almost like it was meant to be.

Your hands had been braced behind you, but now you let one drag against the soft hair on the back of his head, as he continues to explore your lips, pressing kisses onto you. A low groan rumbles in his chest as you tug at an almost curl that sits at the nape of his neck. You smile at that, pull harder, open your mouth to let his tongue search out yours, still slow, still tentative, little flicks against each other as the hunger between you grows.

You lean a little further back, beckoning Joel to push against you harder, take more of you, deepen the kiss as you begin to lick into each other with more intensity.

The fire flickers back into life in both of you, any hesitance has burned away, and you find you’re grinding against his strong thigh without even realising you were doing it. He’s holding you so tight it almost hurts, a pain so delicious you’re desperate for him, want him to bruise you and show that for this moment you belong to him. Your bodies are moving on intuition, guided by a shared, blazing ache that you can feel tingling in the very centre of you, which you know must be driving him wild from the sighs that are escaping him.

“Fuck… Joel, it feels so good.” You don’t want to stop kissing him, don’t want him to stop, but you need to tell him about this feeling that’s burning you up, making you begin to fist his t-shirt with both hands, lift your leg up off the floor and wind it around his waist.

Kisses on kisses, becoming more frantic, more urgent with each lick, each wet pull and twist of your tongues.

“I know baby, I know,” he’s all teeth and tongue and desire, “I want you to use me, I want to make you feel good. Please, baby, can I make you feel good, please? Can’t stop thinking about what that pretty face is going to look like when you come.”

You know the noise you make comes from the deepest part within you, a wanton moan as Joel pulls back from your lips and starts trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses against your neck, using his grip to drag your hips back and forth over his thigh, making you shiver at the delicious friction.

Your hands drop from him and back to the side, clutching the edge to give yourself purchase as you feel yourself disappearing into pure lust, your head dizzy with it, your body nothing but longing and need as you edge towards bliss.

“Yes, Joel, please, yes.” You try and form more words, but you can’t find them, they disappear into the air as you stutter, “Want you.”

He returns to your mouth, giving your pouting lips just what you need before he pulls at your dress with one hand, the buttons ease open against the force of him. His fingers caress your breast, thumbing at your nipple before bringing it into his waiting mouth.

You card your hands through his hair as he tongues at your peaked nub in a way that makes your back arch with the pleasure. It compels you to press harder against his thigh, chasing your high with desperate drags.

“Joel, Joel… I’m..” you feel like you’re drunk on him, fizzing with an energy that tightens in your belly and swirls around your fingertips as you grip onto his hair. Your words are slurring into one another as you feel the ecstasy of your orgasm blurring into you, your mouth falling slack as Joel crashes his lips back against your own, sucking the breath right out of you and echoing the juddering groan you make as you come.

Everything shimmers as you slowly float back down to earth. You gently bite at his bottom lip, tangle your tongue against his again, before sinking into his shoulder with a heavenly sigh.

“Jesus Christ Joel. That… that was some first kiss.”

“Good things come to those who wait, I guess?” He chuckles, swoops in for another kiss before wrinkling his nose a little, “Can I smell burning?”

You shrug your shoulders, wrap your arms around his neck, “Probably.”

Part of the Nicest Thing masterlist mini series / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 - coming soon

Note: All images from pinterest. Dividers by @saradika/@saradika-graphics

Tagging in some Joel fans, let me know if you want to be added in/taken off:

@pedroswife69 @ashleyfilm @rizzraa @magpiepills

@yxtkiwiyxt @jessthebaker @missladym1981 @morallyinept @readingiskeepingmegoing

@tuquoquebrute @kirsteng42 @beskarandblasters @freelancearsonist @anoverwhelmingdin

@axshadows @ghotifishreads @sawymredfox @janaispunk @mothandpidgeon

#fic recs #Joel miller

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