#ain’t mad about it 🥰🥰

[forever-rogue]

Hi, love! So i’m not sure if your taking requests but i have a prompt for joel and you’re currently my favorite joel writer so 🥰 i can’t get this idea out of my head of reader being joel’s neighbor and being extremely nice and kind to everyone (especially to him and ellie cause she has feelings for him duh) and he’s kinda in love with her too but won’t admit it (ellie knows and nags him about it) but he also kinda judges her and thinks she’s “weak” cause she’s “too soft”, and then one day for whatever reason he ends up snapping at her and saying that “you have no idea what it is to lose a child” only to later find out from tommy that reader actually lost a baby under pretty awful circumstances and then he’s mortified but she’s super mad at him? I have no idea where this came from i guess i just like pain 🤷‍♀️ totally understand if you don’t feel like it though! Tks babe

AN | Please, this is so cute but sad, but there’s also a happy ending 💕

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, Mentions of child death

Word Count | 2.6k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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The pie in your hands smelled delicious, still warm and fresh, as you waited on Joel's porch. You rocked back and forth on your heels as you listened for his familiar footsteps to come to the door. Just when you were about to give up and save it for later, the door slowly opened.

"Hey," there was Joel, leaning against the doorway with a lazy little smile on his face, "what a pleasant surprise."

"Me or the pie?" You always managed to fall into an easy rapport with him. Your back and forth always seemed to turn from teasing to flirting, honestly? You loved it.

"Oh, you brought pie? I didn't even notice," your cheeks warmed up at his response. You shook your head and sighed playfully at him. He stepped aside and motioned for you to follow him, "do you want to come in?"

"I suppose I can spare you a few minutes of my precious time," you flashed him a pretty smile as you flounced past him. Making your way into the kitchen, you set the pie down before uncovering it to show him, "I even made your favorite."

"You spoil me," he practically groaned at the sight of the delicious treat. He immediately turned to the cabinets to grab some plates, "what's the occasion?"

"There's none," you grabbed some forks and knives, "the trees produced so many apples we couldn't use them fast enough. I figured pie was a good solution and I know you love it. So here we are."

"Here we are," he agreed softly, "thank you, darlin'."

"No need to thank me," you sat down and cut into the pie, "you just owe me now."

"I am forever in your debt," he down across from you, a knowing little look in his pretty brown eyes. You made a small sound of agreement as you passed him a slice, "whatever you want, just name it."

"I'll take you up on that offer."

"Good."

"Good."

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“You should tell her you know,” Ellie broke the silence over dinner as she looked over at Joel from across the table. He froze with his fork about halfway to his mouth. He stuffed the bite into his mouth and took his sweet time swallowing it before sighing and raising an eyebrow at her, “don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“I do,” he admitted, figuring it was better to admit to the truth rather than lie to her. She looked so pleased with herself as she leaned back in her seat, “but I ain’t doing anything about anything. Get that into your head, kiddo.”

“Why not?” she huffed, waving her hand dismissively at him, “you’re so lame. Ugh.”

“Maybe I am,” he agreed with a nod of his head, “but your opinion isn’t going to change anything. I am okay with how things are right now. There’s no need to go and change things up.”

“But she feels the same way!” and it really was obvious; everyone knew. You also knew that everyone knew. It was like the worst kept secret in Jackson, “one of you has to make a move eventually.”

“Ellie-”

“Joel,” she looked at him seriously, her small face taking on a dire expression, “you’re being stupid.”

“Ellie.”

“You’re denying yourself potential happiness,” Joel had to admit that she had a point, regardless of whether or not he would act on it. He was so happy around you, you made him feel so alive and carefree and loved. You were like his very own ray of sunshine. He could only imagine what it would be like if the two of you added romance to the equation. It wasn’t hard to imagine what it would be like to kiss you and touch you and make love to you. It really would have been like a dream, “and her. Plus you’d be so cute together!”

“With that logic, she’s also denying herself happiness,” he wondered if you thought about him the way he thought about you. He’d be lucky if you even spared him more than a passing thought, “so, have you given her this speech?”

“Not yet,” she admitted with a shrug of her shoulders, “I was going to try you first. She’s usually the more logical one…so.”

“So,” Joel mirrored Ellie’s position and crossed his arms over his broad chest, “you’ll leave her alone and drop this.”

“Not a chance!”

“I didn’t think so,” the girl shoved the last mouthful of food into her mouth, “I’m going to her.”

“I know,” Joel drummed his fingers along the table and let out a resigned sigh, “I know.”

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Despite Ellie's insistence that he tell you how he feels, he didn't do anything about it. Namely, he couldn't manage to work up the courage to do so. To him, admitting that he had feelings for you was akin to admitting he was weak. Feelings made people soft and made things harder when, inevitably, the relationship would end one way or another. Why would he willing put himself through that again? It had almost killed him when he'd lost Sarah and later when the same happened with Tess. If it hadn't been for Ellie, he wasn't sure he'd have made it. But Ellie was going to be around forever either.

It was a complicated tangle of emotions, and the best solution for him had to been to keep a few people, currently Tommy and Ellie, close while others remained behind a wall. 

You, meanwhile, loved and cared for people so openly. It was easy to see that in everything you said and did. You had a giant heart, but you were just setting yourself for failure. One day something bad would happen and you'd fall apart. Joel wasn't sure he could handle that. 

He didn't want to lose you; he loved you, he really did, but he also didn't want his heart to break.

Ellie had come to you as well and pushed you to profess your feelings. While not as in denial about everything as Joel, you weren't about to make that first leap. What if you overstepped and pushed him away? You didn't want that; you'd rather keep him as a friend than lose him entirely.

You'd noticed over the last couple of weeks that something had been nagging at Joel. You didn't push the issue, but hoped he'd trust you enough to confide in you at some point.

It turned out that some point didn't come as you expected.

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Joel had come over to your house, and the two of you were making dinner together. It was a routine you'd often fall into and it felt so blissfully domestic. You'd never really made a comment about it before, but something caused you to feel a certain amount of bravado and led you to actually pointing it out.

"You know, this is so much like playing house," you teased softly as you nudged his side with your elbow.

"It does," he agreed with a small smile. He liked the idea of living with you permanently. If he was being honest, the thought of sleeping with you and waking up to you in his arms, of spending lazy evenings in a tangle of limbs was something that crossed his mind more than he cared to admit. In another life, he'd have made those moves already and might have even called you this wife, "kinda nice."

"Mhmm," you continued chopping away at the fresh vegetables that you'd picked for dinner, "all that's missing now is a couple of kids running around."

He stiffened for a moment, his mind first going to the image of you round and pregnant with his child and then to sheer terror. Kids were all well and good, but something just told him they would be a bad idea. He remained silent and kept his gaze on the stove.

"You ever think about having kids in  the future?" you had hesitated for a moment before asking but, how did that old saying go? Curiosity killed the cat?

"No," he said without a second thought. It was a lie, of course it was. He'd thought about it a lot, especially since he'd met you. 

"Oh," your breath hitched in your throat at the sudden shift in emotion. You focused on what was in front of you rather than anything else. Something was off and you could immediately sense that you might have said the wrong thing. It was still hard for you too sometimes, "I'm sure that it's still…hard. Losing your daughter….I'm sure it was the hardest thing ever. I l-"

“Don’t,” there was a furious look on his face and you couldn’t help the way you recoiled away from him. He’d gone through such a shift in emotions that it was a little scary - you’d never seen him like this before, “don’t fucking talk about my daughter.”

“Joel, I didn’t mean anything by it,” you felt a few hot, salty tears run down your cheeks. You took a step back to create a distance between yourself, wiping the tears away with the sleeve of your sweater, “I was just saying-”

“You don’t know shit,” he stormed towards the door and threw it open harshly. You were surprised that it didn’t fall off the hinges, “you have no clue what it’s like to lose a child.”

With that, he stormed off, leaving you there staring in shock. Your mind was still trying to process what was going on as you closed the door. Your whole body felt like it was trembling as you leaned against the counter and took a few deep breaths. 

That wasn’t him, is what you tried to keep telling yourself. That wasn’t your Joel…he would never have talked to you like that. A sensitive topic had been brought up and he was hurting…anyone could have responded in such a manner. 

But, you decided, you’d give him some space. Maybe seeing you wasn’t the best thing for him right now….you were sure he’d come to you when he was ready to. Until then you would just love and support him from a distance; but that was the thing and you hoped he knew it too - you’d always love him. Not matter what happened, Joel Miller had your heart.

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“Hey big brother,” Tommy caught Joel’s attention as he walked into the tavern, flashing him a meek smile. Joel looked up and offered a wave in a sign of acknowledgment. Before he could say anything else, Tommy’s fist collided with his face, causing him to stumble off his stool. He clutched at his face, surprised by the sudden attack, “heard you were being an asshole.”

“What the fuck!?” Joel clutched at his face in shock as he took in Tommy's angry expression. And here he thought that they were getting along well these days. But then he said - your name, "listen-"

"No, you listen," Tommy grabbed by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer so only he could hear his next words, "I can't believe you yelled at her. And you told her she doesn't know what it's like to lose a child? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?" Joel's brows furrowed in confusion. Yes, he hated himself for yelling at you, but it had all been in the moment. He agreed with that part anyway, "what are you talking about?"

"You're an idiot and an asshole," Tommy shook his head, "you're not the only one who's lost everything. You're not the only one who's lost their child."

"W-what?"

"She lost her son," Joel's face fell as realization crashed over him like an icy wave, "to one of those clicker bastards. It almost got her too. You ever notice that scar on her face? Now you know where it comes from."

"Tommy-"

"Next time don't assume you know everything," he shoved him and put a bit of distance between themselves, "don't ever be a dick to her again. It won't end well."

With that, Tommy left Joel sitting there with a sore face and aching heart. Not that it was undeserved, but still. Joel knew what he had to do, but he wasn't sure you'd give him the time of day. But you were so good and kind that he realistically knew that you'd let him explain. 

All those things that he thought had made you weak actually made you so stronger. Much stronger than he was apparently.

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It was late in the evening a couple of days later when he knocked at your door. You were both surprised but in a way had been expecting him. It was Joel after all, and the two of you shared a special bond; it wouldn’t be so easily broken. 

“H-hi,” his cheeks immediately pinked when he saw your pretty face and he felt like either running away and never looking back or throwing up then and there. You offered him a small smile in return but otherwise remained silent, “I, uh, I wanted to…I came to…apologize. I’m sorry for the other day. It doesn’t excuse it, but I was just wanted to let you know. So…yeah.”

“Do you want to come in?” you asked softly, causing him to look at you in pure awe. 

"I-what?"

"I just made some tea," you stepped aside and beckoned for him to follow, "I couldn't sleep so I thought it might help."

He was incredulous as he stepped into your kitchen and watched you make him a cup. In the warm yellow light of the kitchen, he studied you intently. He noticed the scar running from your cheek and disappearing into your temple. It wasn't the first time he spotted the scar but it was the first time he made the connection.

"Why?" He asked as he sat down across from you, pulling the cup of tea closer, "why aren't you telling me to go fuck myself and leave?"

"There's no reason to," you shrugged before taking a long, thoughtful sip of your tea, "I assume Tommy told you by now."

"How'd you know?"

"I can see the bruising on your face," you reached over and gently ghosted your finger along his skin, "and no one would dare to hit you besides him. Or maybe Ellie."

"I'm sorry," he repeated, wrapping his fingers around your wrist and giving it a squeeze, "I had no clue."

"It's not something I usually go and advertise," you sat back in your seat and exhaled slowly, "losing a child isn't easy. It doesn't really get easier but time lessens the sting. I can tell you more about…him and everything that happened sometime. If you want to hear it, but not tonight. Tonight we can just…just be."

"Yes," he reached for your hand and put his hand on top of yours, "I know it doesn't seem like it but I…care for you. Very deeply."

"I know you do, Joel," your assurance made him feel so much lighter; it felt like the weight of the world was off his shoulders, "I care for you too. There's a lot we still have to learn about each other Joel, but I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here."

"Me too," there was a hopeful smile on his face as you squeezed his hand, "I'm not going anywhere."

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[2knightt]

Do you think u could write abt the gang being (separately) absolutely obsessed with the reader. Like they adore everything she does, they can’t get enough of her. To the point where the rest of the gang starts releasing them abt it, meanwhile reader is like completely oblivious lol

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ heaven and hell were words to me.⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH! the greasers is totally obsessed!

tags/warnings: no confessions—just the gang having a crush, gang being literally whipped, them being a little odd, kinda toxic!johnny LFMAO, nothing else to my knowledge

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ i’m just working…working hard so i can please you.(shout out to ema/corvyes/loml for that ref.) but if i get a req asking me for like the gng confessing to you—i will do it. trust.

Dallas Winston

WHEN HE’S DRUNK, YOU’RE ALLLL HE TALKS ABOUT LMFAOOOO

“i’m tellin’ you—there ain’t a girl like her.”

dallas would repeat after what felt like this 5th drink of the night. buck is sick of him, two-bit regrets dragging him along, and dallas just wants to tell them how good you looked today.

when he sees you walking home, to school, or to work he WILL tag along. HE DOESN’T GAF IF YOU TELL HIM TO TAKE A HIKE!

actually, he kinda does. you’re like the only person he listens to.

LMFAOOO THE GANG THREATENS TO CALL YOU OVER WHENEVER DALLAS IS DOING SMTH STUPID

like whenever you threaten a kid ur gna tell santa.

“dallas, i’m gonna tell y/n what you did last week.”

“??if you do, i’ll beat your head in, soda.”

“YIKES..i’m gonna have to tell her that too…”

“…don’t, she’d be so mad at me😔😒.”

THE GANG TEASES DALLAS THE WORST(besides ponyboy) ABOUT YOU LFNAOAOAOAO

like they’re shoving him toward you, nudging him at even the slightest mention of you, giggling as they tell him they seen you today.

“look, it’s your girlfriend.”

“steve, shut up! she ain’t deaf!”

—

“GO SEE HER!”

“OW—i mean—hi, y/n.”

“did you…trip? or did you mean to bump into me?”

“yeah, sorry or whatever. some IDIOT back there pushed me.”

—

“guess who i saw..🥰🥰”

“who?”

“your wife…”

“can you NOT.”

despite all that, you somehow, still don’t know how he feels about you. how? we’ll never know. it’s beyond the human mind.

his friends try and hint at you that the big, bad greaser has a school girl crush on you. do you get what they’re trying to say? no. but that’s okay, you’re just a girl.

lowkey pisses dallas off but that’s okay cuz he prefers admiring from afar. DOES HOWEVER ASK YOU TO HANG OUT AND CONSIDERS THEM A DATE IN HIS HEAD TO KEEP HIM SANE LFMAO

“you wanna go see this drag race tomorrow?”

“sure! i don’t have work then. uhm, pick me up at my place!”

“alright, cool.”

‘yeah..,it’s date🥱😍’ — dallas’ brain.

Johnny Cade

‘johnny, if you even fucking stutter when you talk to her today—you’re gonna have to drink pickle juice.’

“oh, hi. i didn’t see you there, johnny. ‘m sorry.”

“o-oh—it’s alright.”

‘well, shit.”

he thinks he looks like such a fucking loser when he talks to you omfg😭😭

the gang tries to tell him he might have a shot but he thinks they’re just telling him that because he’s their friend. :(

HEAVILY admires from afar. like seriously he’s a fucking stalker

WAIT LMFOAOO HE’D BE THE TYPE OF GUY TO ACCIDENTALLY STALK YOU LIKE HE’D FOLLOW YOU PLACES FROM AFAR LMFAOAOAOOAOA

what a little freak

anyways

he accidentally lets things slip to let you know he’s better than any other guy trying to go after you. like if you had a shitty ex—he’s preaching that he’d ‘never treat you like that, he can’t imagine that a guy with a brain ever would.’

johnny does everything to keep your attention on HIM and nobody else when your friends try and talk to you when you two are out together. like you could be having a conversation with him and he’d be just pouting in the background with his arms crossed.

“y/n, look. they got that shirt you was talkin’ ‘bout. let’s go check it out. c’mon.” “oh—alright! bye, viv!😊” “yeah, bye viv.😒”

side eyes the gang whenever they bring you up in conversation

“johnny and y/n sittin’ in a tree—“

“😒🤨”

“alright.”

he tries to subtly hint that he really likes you and that you’re his type but it’s not subtle at ALL.

“y’know, if i were to have a girlfriend, i’d wish she was like you.”

—

“my type? uhm, it’d probably be someone-“ and he goes on to describe you.

Ponyboy Curtis

‘holy fuck that’s literally y/n walking towards me??!! does she know i’m here—does she even know me-wow she looks good in red. i mean—SHE’S WAVING OH MY GOD.’

HE IS SUCH A WRECK I CANTTT

ponyboy is the type to stare off into space in your direction and dream about how well he’d treat you if he was your man!!

yk how bitches be like ‘my man, my man!’ whenever they talk about their crush?? he’s all ‘my girl, my girl!’ WUAGRMRNEE

the gang was so confused on why he was so eager to go to school all of a sudden?? and why he cares about his appearance just slightly more than usual?? …is that soda’s shirt he’s wearing?-

two-bit was the first one to realize what was happening when he seen ponyboy and you talk in the halls. that wasn’t the giveaway, though.

it was the way he stared at you like you were the only girl alive and everyone else was just gone. two-bit was almost moved to tears to see ponyboy all grown😞😞!!!

“is tha’ your girlfriend? that why you couldn’t wait ‘til monday?”

“shut up!”

“ouuu, wait until the gang hears ‘bout this!”

“YOU AIN’T TELLIN’ ‘EM NOTHIN’!”

ever since — it has been hell on earth for ponyboy. dallas brings you up every time ponyboy gets smart, johnny giggles at every kissing scene at a movie nudges him, soda and darry had to give him ‘the talk,’ (soda just made it worse by making snide remarks.) and steve never stopped poking fun at him.

two-bit tried to get you to spill the beans on how you felt about him, but all you’d do was huff and ignore him. FINE THEN😒!—is what he always thought.

soda, johnny and two-bit all let ponyboy rant about you.

“LIKE, BRO. my girl, my girl! she’s so cute and smart. LIKE SHE’S TOTALLY MY DREAM.”

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“that’s so cute ☹️” - soda

“SHE WANTS YOU SOO BAD” - two-bit

“just go tell her, man.” - johnny

does everything to impress you stoppp 😭😭!! pony is trying harder in school, using less hair grease, wearing darry’s cheap cologne when he’s not looking, etc.

HE’S SO SILLY I LOVE HIM!!!

Sodapop Curtis

delusional king!!! yes soda, let the voices in your head tell you that she wants you so bad!!🫶🫶

swear to goddd he thinks y’all are meant to be. you tipped him when he was working at the cash register and he was sooo in love

sorry in my head he’s a hopeless romantic

cause a) you were gorgeous, b) kind enough to tip him, and c) most likely rich💯💯

when he seen you at random places with your friends—soda would get so excited LMFAOOO

STOP HE’D HOUND PONY FOR YOUR NAME

“bro they probably go to your school—just lemme look at your yearbook!”

“no??? you weirdo???”

“please??!! i’ll do the dishes or something!”

“….get me a pack of cigarettes and i’ll tell you.”

“OKAY🥰🥰”

stole them but pony never said how to get them so who gaf!!!

SODA WOULD TOTALLY WRITE YOUR FIRST INITAL + HIS LMFAOOAOAOAOAA

or he’d see who’s last name went best with curtis or your last name!!!1!1!1

he’s crazy insane over you did i say that already

whenever you come by the dx—he’d give you shit for free while you insist to pay.

“jus’ take it.”

“i can’t—i’d feel terrible.”

“it’s alright, no one has to know. right?”

he’d flash his million dollar smile, pushing your coke and chips close to you, inciting you to just take the food.

WAJENEDKD he wants u so bad it’s. so terrible.

steve hates his rambles

“YOU SHOULDA SEEN THE WAY ME AND HER WAS TALKING—SHE’S SO INTO MEEEE”

“yeah, she wants you!!! shut up now!!”

Darry Curtis

nobody knows. it’s like a top secret only darry knows. the gang has their suspicions but they can never really know why darry is suddenly so adamant on going to go get him, soda, and pony’s hair done at the salon.

they alllll can see that he only really talks to you—but at the same time he does that weird ass dad stance where they stand with their arms crossed and legs far apart LMFAOOOOO

darry thinks you’re like…model fine btw.!!!!!

BROOO WHEN YOU LIKE UNCONSCIOUSLY MASSAGE HIS HEAD WHEN YOURE CUTTING IT—HE’S SOO READY TO JUST ASK YOU OUT

darry doesn’t know what it is but goddamn!! you have him in a spell!!

“c’mon—we gotta go to the salon again.”

“….we just went?”

“TWO WEEKS AGO. it’s about time we go AGAIN.”

does in fact work a little extra just so he can see you. he’s that much of a loverboy i fear.

HE DOES ACTUALLY NOT WAIT TO ASK YOU OUT

like, among all the gang, he’s the only one mature enough to actually flirt with you properly & to ask if you’re single.

darry’s fucking down like that.

AWWHHH HE TOTALLY BUYS YOU FLOWERS AS A ‘THANK YOU’ GIFT LOL

flexs his strength around you to prove he’s worthy !!! DARRY LOVEEESSS SHOWING OFF WHEN YOU’RE LOOKING

megara + hercules methink…..

you two probably started hanging out as ‘friends.’ …yeah right!!!!

he’s driving you around as you be his pretty little passenger princess, he’s offering to buy you things when you two are out, etc, etc.

darry might not know how to show that he likes you, but trust me, the second that you look a little too far into his actions—it gets obvious.

like maybe too obvious idk.

Steve Randle

HELLLOOOO??? HE IS TOTALLY SHOWING OFF HIS GYMNASTICS MOVES AROUND YOU

“bro, bro! (yes he’d call you bro. idgaf.) watch what i can do!!😊😊” “wowwww, steve that’s so cool.”

geeks out near you. when you aren’t around the average person would see him and go ‘jesus christ, he literally might beat my ass.’ but when you’re around, they might think, ‘why is that scary looking guy talking about cars and comic books rn??’

you bring out the nerd in him in the best way possible🫶😊 BECAUSE THAT MEANS HE LIKE LIKES YOUUUUUUU

and it’s so obvious to the gang bc wdym steve told you all about DC comics while all they got was a ‘yeah, it’s alright.’ …hm…..

soda NEVER shuts the fuck up and him and his little girlfriend. NEVERRREE

“why’re you so pouty today? y/n ain’t say hi?”

“bro, shut up!”

steals for you and gives them to you all proud like he paid for it LMFAO

tries to be sooo cool around you but the second you bring up the latest batman comic he’s all “OMGOMGOMGOMG IT WAS SOO GOOD!! DID YOU SEE THE-“ he’s a loser what can i say.

dallas totally flirts with you in front of steve just to piss him off LOLLL like when he sees dallas twirling your hair around his finger steve is just all “???🤨🤨😡😡”

and then becomes your knight in shining armour and swoops you away as he glares daggers at dally!!!!<3

Two-bit Mathews

he becomes the funniest man on the planet i’m not joking

he says jokes that anybody and everybody will laugh at. just because he wants to see you laugh at what he says for his delusions

two-bit thinks like ‘she laugh=she likes me’

he’s not the brightest but it’s okay

HE MAKES IT SOOO KNOWN THAT HE LIKES YOU LFMAOOOOOO

“you’re lookin’ pretty? who’s the fella?” / “gee, i didn’t believe when they said they seen an angel walkin’ around until now.” / “well, now you owe me dinner.”

shit like that

two thinks he’s soooo smooth…smh.

DALLAS AND PONYBOY SO BADLY WANTS HIM SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY ABOUT YOU LMFAOOO

they keep on telling him just to confess already but then two gets all giggly and shy and goes “omg guys noooo🤭🤭🤭🫣🫣”

just coincidentally runs into you everywhere you go!!! (literally has eyes everywhere. he’s weird. he’s odd.)

follows you around like a lost puppy and lowkey kinda gossips. idk.

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston x reader #johnny cade x reader #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #steve randle x reader #darry curtis x reader #two bit x reader #two bit mathews x reader

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Can You Please Be Mine? Part 2: Slip Into Me✨

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A/N: I’m so so excited to share this little piece I’ve been writing! I really love this story, the chemistry Joel and reader have, and how flirty and fun this chapter ended up being. I want to hear all your thoughts on this one 🥰 Reblogs and comments are always appreciated, I want to converse with you guys 🩷

Chapter Summary: Joel takes you on a date to the fair

Word Count: 11.2k (I had a lot to say! I couldn’t stop writing their cute little love story unfolding)

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only MDNI)

Pairing: Joel x fem! reader

Chapter Tags: So much flirting, teasing, Joel takes reader on a date to the fair, kissing, chemistry, more flirting, holding hands, heavy making out, grinding on Joel’s lap, switching POV, reader has hair and is tan, allusions to smut, cute nicknames

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Joel Miller is a complete mess the rest of the day at the fair. He can’t think straight, not with the way the folded piece of paper is scorching his fingertips that sit in the pit of his pocket, calling out to him like a damn temptress that purrs his name to slip the digits into his phone.

He bites the inside of his cheek, furrowing his eyebrows every single time he thinks of those fucking long, tan legs. Those gorgeous eyes that seem to burn holes in the back of his eyes, and those short denim shorts that he wants so badly to rip off your thick thighs that scream his name. He thinks you’d look so fucking perfect completely naked, splayed across the soft sheets of his bed. Long, tan legs, the perfect curves, probably glistening with sticky slick waiting for him to lick clean. Fuck.

   He can’t help the way he scans his eyes over the thick crowd of people that floods the fair, hoping he’ll snag a peek of your sweet smile that he wants so badly to sink his lips against. He thinks you’d taste so good, maybe cherry flavored lip gloss, a soft tongue that he’ll let lap against his own, sucking him dry as you take the soul right out of him. He thinks he wants to take you on a date so he can see that pretty face, that soft, flirtatious enigma he wants to twist his mind around as he wraps you completely around his index finger. He has to have you, he just has to. 

   He should be enjoying the fair with his daughter, should be paying attention to her as she picks at the stack of French fries he just bought her as she rambles on about upcoming volleyball summer camp and her friend’s pool party, but he can’t. He just can’t. His mind is focused solely on you. The prettiest flower in the crowd he ever did see. And you’d be his. At least he hoped. 

   “Dad?”

   The word comes out in a fog, he almost misses it as he mindlessly searches through the bustling crowd. He needs to see your face, that gorgeous, radiant, perfect…

   “Dad, are you even listening to me?” Sarah asks as she chews on the end of a golden French fry and stares up at her distracted father. 

   “Hmm? Oh yeah, kid. I heard ya,” he murmurs as his brown eyes become focused on his daughter as her long curls blow gently through the hot Texas breeze. 

   “You just seem a little distracted is all,” she mumbles as she rolls her eyes and finishes off the French fry in her hand. 

   Joel rakes a hand through his dark scruff and sighs in frustration. “I’m fine, Sarah. Ain’t distracted ‘bout nothin’,” he huffs. But he knows it’s a lie, a damn good lie. Because he is distracted. Distracted by the beautiful girl with the vanilla ice cream cone that teased him till he about came completely undone in line. He was in for the ride of his life. 

   After he gets home that night, he stares hard at the creased piece of paper as he reads your name over and over and over again. He memorizes it, studies the jumble of numbers until he can repeat them with his eyes closed. He grips the paper so tight that he thinks he’ll tear it in half, his mind caving in just like that of a mad man who’s lovesick from a stupid crush.

   He finally comes to his senses and pulls his phone out of his pocket as he types out your name and number into his contacts list. After pressing save, he stares at the screen, his eyes burning into your name as he hovers over the call button. His mind starts racing a million miles an hour as his eyes go cross eyed from looking so hard at your name on the screen. 

   What if you don’t answer? What if you’re not really interested? What if it was all a game as a way to tease him? Surely not. No. Not with the way you were looking at him, your eyes burning into his like sparkling fireworks as you smirked his way, lapping up ice cream as you teased your tongue around the cold edges as he nearly collapsed to the ground. You were a feisty little firecracker, and he knew it. He wanted to taste those sparks, see just how far he could push you. 

   Without waiting another minute, he presses the call button as sweat pools on his forehead, tousled curls sticking to his tanned skin as he paces mindlessly in his room just waiting for you to answer. He’s about to give up after five repeated rings until he hears you pick up the phone on the next ring. 

   “Hello?”

   His eyes go wide as his pupils expand, fingers digging deep into the denim of his jean pockets as his throat runs dry. That voice. That melodious, sweet lilt of your voice. It’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard in his entire life. 

   You hear some rustling on the end of the line and then finally a voice comes through the end of the speaker. “Ummm, hi.”

   A deep, baritone voice seeps through the phone. Slow, a slurred Southern drawl, charming, and so sexy. It makes you gulp down nerves as slick automatically pools in your lace. It’s him. The man you couldn’t keep your eyes off at the fair. He called. 

   “Is this… ahh. You’re the one from the fair, aren’t you?” you ask smiling, a stupid grin spreading wide across your face as you bite your lower lip, your free hand gripping the pink sheets tightly as you grasp anything that’ll stop the excitement from taking you on a ride. 

   “Mhm. How’d you guess?” he asks as you hear a deep chuckle come alive on the other end of the phone. 

   God his laugh sounds like complete music to your ears. A bravado sound you could put on repeat like a favorite song you’d never get tired of. You already had it bad. 

   “Oh, I don’t know. A number I didn’t know and no text? Funny. Why didn’t you just text me? Most people just text nowadays,” you laugh as you tease him through the phone. 

   Another deep chuckle and his smooth voice is carrying through the line. “Guess I’m jus’ old fashioned, darlin’. Maybe I jus’ wanted to hear what you sounded like. Kinda like this better than a text.”

   “Oh, I see,” you blush as you curl your fingers through the pink silk, feet pressing against one another as you repeat the word he just called you over the phone. Darlin’. You loved the sound of that. 

   “So, what’s your name, cowboy?” you giggle as you feel heat course through your chest. 

   “Cowboy, huh? That my new nickname or somethin’?” he asks with a laugh as you hear that sweet Southern drawl drag through the phone. Oh, this one already has you on a tight string, and you’re ready to never let go. 

   “Mmm, it fits you well, I think,” you giggle as you twirl a piece of hair around your finger nervously. 

   “Whatever you say, darlin’,” he laughs as you imagine him raking a hand through those gorgeous curls of his. Something you want to do. You bet it’s so soft, lush, velvet-like…

   “Joel,” he says through the phone, bringing you out of your lovesick daydream of running your fingers through his soft hair. 

   “Hmm?” you ask confused, your mind focusing back on that deep baritone voice that you just can’t get enough of. 

   “The name’s Joel. Joel Miller.”

   “Joel Miller…” you repeat, your smile widening on your face as you stare up at the ceiling filled with hanging fairy lights that make the room sparkle. 

   “That’s right, darlin’.”

   “I like it,” you answer as you twist in the sheets, your soft skin rolling over silk as you see yourself through the long mirror that hangs on the wall. Your cheeks bright red, a Cheshire cat grin splayed wide on your face as you nearly pant out with glee. You look like a puppy. A stupid lovesick puppy. 

   “Glad ya do,” he chuckles as he takes a couple more seconds before he says anything else. “So, ummm. I was wonderin’ if maybe you’re not busy tomorrow night, would you maybe wanna go to the fair with me?”

   Your jaw drops open, your mind dizzy with possibilities as you push yourself to the edge of the bed and clench your thighs together. “Like a date?” you ask wide-eyed, your heart pounding impossibly fast in your chest as you hope it is a date. 

   “Mhm. A date. If that’s what you want, that is.” His voice is low, fluctuating as you can picture his hand deep in his pocket, his fingers flexing with nerves as he waits for your answer. He has it as bad as you do, you think. 

   “A date…” you repeat steadily, your words lingering as you smile into the phone. “Okay, cowboy. It’s a date.”

   “Alright,” he chuckles as his laugh echoes through the glowing room. “How does six o’clock sound? I could pick you up. Jus’ text me your address.”

   “Six sounds perfect,” you purr, your eyes lighting up like a damn sparkler as you kick your legs in a frenzy underneath you. 

   “Six it is. Well, guess I’ll see you tomorrow, darlin’.” Darlin’. His words drip down you like sweet honey, a taste you want to devour down. You bet he tastes so sweet. 

   “Mkay. See ya tomorrow, Joel. Bye.”

   “Bye, sweetheart.”

   The call clicks to an end, the line going dead as you fall back into the silky sheets and scream into your hands. You’re going on a date tomorrow with the hottest Southern gentleman alive. You have to find something to wear!

   You stand in the glow of the bathroom mirror and twirl around in your light green summer dress that grazes just a little above the middle of your thighs. The perfect length to tease Joel just a little and show off your tanned legs. You brush out your soft curls and dab some shiny lip gloss over your pink lips as you take one more good look at yourself. You’re more than ready. You spray a spritz of vanilla perfume on your neck and call it good as you sit the glass bottle back down on the edge of the sink.

   When you turn around, you hear a couple of loud knocks echo across the hall from the front door. Joel. He’s here. You grab your light blue over the shoulder purse and wrap it around yourself as you pad toward the door in your white slip-on Vans. Your heart is galloping in your chest like a thousand race horses colliding their heavy hooves against a racetrack, your cheeks burning from nerves as you make your way to the front solid wooden door. Please like me, please like me, please like me.  

   When you twist the doorknob and open the door, your eyes go wide as you take in the sight that stands in front of you. Joel stands with his large arms crossed over his broad chest, his rolled up dark green flannel clinging to the thick muscles of his arms as he smirks flirtatiously down at you. His tousled curls are slicked back, and he smells like fresh cologne and mahogany. A kind of scent that could pull you in just by the way he smells. Intoxicating. 

   “Hi,” you say nervously as you shut the door closed behind you, your fingers behind your back digging into the soft material of your dress as you fight off nerves that pull at your insides. 

   “Hi,” he repeats softly as his eyes drag down your summer dress and your tanned legs slowly. He gulps as he looks back up into your eyes and smiles, making his eyes crinkle at the sides as your heart flutters in your chest. 

   He’s so handsome. 

   “My, don’t you look pretty,” he says with the warmth of his deep voice which seems to surround you, encase you in nothing but comfort. You could listen to him talk all day long if he sounded like that. Warm, deep baritone voice, slow, syrupy, exactly how you pictured it. Perfection. 

   You feel your cheeks burn bright red as you giggle like a little school girl and flutter your eyelashes up at him. “Thanks,” you say nervously. 

   “You ready to go?” he asks as he pushes off the brick wall. 

   “Mhm.”

   “Well, c’mon then,” he laughs as he leads you to his red Chevy truck. He opens the passenger door for you and helps you up. His calloused hand seems to burn inside yours, a wildfire that simmers all the way down to your core the longer his fingers are on your skin. When he releases, he slams the door shut and makes his way over to the driver’s side. 

   When he hops in and starts the truck up, the engine rumbles to life exactly like your nerves do. You feel like a livewire that’s ready to explode. You’re in his truck, going on a date with him. You still can’t believe this is happening. 

   When the radio springs to life, you hear “Cherry Waves” by Deftones play softly against the hum of the speakers. Your eyes widen as a smile creeps up against your shiny lips. “Deftones, huh?”

   Joel looks over at you as he furrows his eyebrows together. “You know Deftones?” he asks surprised, his grip on the leather steering wheel tightening as he takes you in. 

   “Yeah! Doesn’t everyone?” you laugh as you buckle your seatbelt and look back up at him. He’s still looking at you in awe as if he’s just now seeing you for the first time. The sight makes your stomach flip circles as he continues to look at you, the orbs of his honey eyes seeming to glow as you stare into those pits of pure warmth. 

   “Not exactly,” he chuckles as he pulls out of the quiet apartment complex and into the busy streets of Austin. “You like rock music?” 

   “What do you think?” you giggle as you turn the volume up one notch and lean your head back against the soft brown seat. 

   Joel turns his head toward you and cocks up a thick eyebrow as he smirks over at you. “Okay, smart alec. What’s your favorite song by them then?” 

   “Hmm, let me think,” you hum as you pick apart your brain, “probably Change.”

   “Mmm. Guess you are a fan,” he smiles as he drives down the busy street full of speeding cars and hovering beam lights. 

   “And yours?” you ask with the hint of a smirk on your face. 

   “Rosemary.”

   “Ahh. A classic. One of my favorites.”

   “Yeah?” 

   “Mhm,” you hum as you look out the glass window. You can see his reflection vaguely as he looks wondrously at you, and it makes butterflies flit through your stomach. 

   After a minute of silence, with only the hum of the radio playing, Joel clears his throat as you turn back to him. “So, slippin’ me your number in line, huh? Ain’t you a bold girl.”

   You raise your eyebrow at him and lean a little closer as you inhale his mahogany scent as it makes your head a little dizzy. “I mean, I was just trying to get your attention.”

   He chuckles as he shakes his head. “Sweetheart, you had my attention the moment I saw you up on that carousel. You didn’t even have to try.”

   You feel your cheeks flush pink as you twist your fingers in your lap, your skirt barely covering your thighs as you find Joel’s eyes flit down to them. You pull nervously at your cotton dress and look back up at him shyly. “Maybe I just wanted to see you again.” 

   “Well, darlin’, I’m glad you slipped me your number or I wouldn’t have got to take out the prettiest girl in Austin.”

   You bite your lip and slide back into the seat, your nerves buzzing through your body as you try to relax and enjoy the ride. “Prettiest girl in Austin?”

   “That’s right, darlin’. Prettiest girl.”

   You turn your head to look at the sun slowly slipping under fluffy clouds as sunset draws close. You let the music flow through your eardrums as you bask in the large presence of the man that was made of dreams. Joel Miller. 

   In just a few short minutes, Joel’s parking the truck in the parking lot and walking you up to the shiny entry gates to the fair. He pulls his leather wallet out and purchases two tickets and then leads you through the metal gates. When you get inside, the glow of spinning rides and lit up food stands cover the entirety of the fair, the thick crowd sprawled every which way as you walk through the bustling crowd of people. 

   “You must like the fair,” you say as you pass a little girl with a clump of blue cotton candy in her hands. 

   “Why do you say that?” Joel asks as he walks side by side with you. 

   “Well, you were just here yesterday,” you laugh as you look up at him. He looks nervous as he rakes a hand through his salt-and-pepper scruff and nonchalantly shakes his slicked back curls. “So, why’d you come back?”

   “Because,” he starts as he turns his body to you, “I wanted to take ya out. And I figured dinner would be nice and all, but thought maybe this would be more fun. A better way to get to know you. Maybe make you feel more comfortable,” he shrugs as he laughs nervously next to you. 

   “Oh.” He’s so… thoughtful. He really took the time to think that through to do what he thought would make you more comfortable. He was so… good. 

   “Hope that’s alright. You didn’t have to come back if you didn’t want to…”

   “No.” You cut him off and put your hand around his wrist as you turn to stand in front of him. “I wanted to come with you. This is perfect.”

   “You sure? You’re not just pullin’ my leg?” he asks with  knit together eyebrows, his jaw tense as you see his eyes burn like fire into yours.

   You step closer to him and nod your head up and down, flexing your fingers around his soft flannel shirt as you respond just loud enough for only him to hear over the buzz of the crowd. “Joel, I wouldn’t be here if I was just pulling your leg. Why’d you think I slipped you my number, hmm? I thought you were the hottest man I’ve ever seen in my life. Didn’t want to miss the opportunity to pass me by to not get a chance to make a move on you,” you gush as you watch him relax against your touch. 

   “Darlin’, I’m gonna have to ask you to stop sweet talkin’ me or you’re gonna have me turnin’ this whole damn fair red,” he chuckles low as he slips his fingers behind your back, just above your hip as you feel warm heat slide down your spine. 

   “You mean I can make a big, strong, handsome man blush?” you giggle as he shakes his head again. 

   “You’re a little firecracker, ain’t ya?”

   “Guess so. Wanna see how many colors I can paint your face?” you laugh flirtatiously as he rolls his eyes.

   “C’mon, trouble. Such a little flirt.” He smirks and pulls you along the row of lit up games and lets his hand linger over your dress as you feel the tinge of red fill your cheeks.

   “So, umm. How old are ya, sweetheart?” he asks nervously as you walk past a group of teenagers gathering around a basketball game. 

   “Twenty-six,” you say cautiously as you look up under your long eyelashes, blinking away any doubts you have that he’ll think you’re too young. 

   “Twenty-six, yeah? Wow,” he laughs as he scratches the back of his head, making his bicep cling tight to the green flannel shirt, “I can remember when I was that young. Was a long time ago.”

   You scrunch your nose up at him and look curiously at him. “You’re making yourself sound like you’re ancient or something,” you laugh as you pass a little boy playing a ring toss game. 

   “I am ancient,” he responds as he looks the other way, shying away from you. 

   You pull on his flannel until his face is turned back toward you, making sure his brown eyes snap back down to you. “How old are you?” you ask with a raised brow.

   “Too old to be with a pretty young thing like you,” he scoffs as he tries to look away again. 

   You pull a little on the fabric of his collar until he has no choice but to look straight at you. “How old?” You don’t give him a chance to shy away again, he’s locked in, he has to answer you. 

   “Forty-seven,” he mumbles as you see a flash of panic through those big doe eyes of his. You smile up at him, and he just looks at you with his mouth parted open, like he can’t believe you’re smiling at him. “What? Why are you smilin’?”

   “Because,” you laugh as you drop your hand from his soft collar, “you’re not old, Joel. You’re just right.” 

   His features soften up, and you swear you see him sigh as relief seems to wash over him. He thought he was too old for you? “Jus’ right, huh?” he smirks as the corners of his mouth tilt up to be the most gorgeous smile you’ve ever seen in your life. He’s so pretty. Especially in the colorful swirling lights of the fair.

   “Just right,” you confirm as you walk by a booth of various shapes of balloons.

   “Hey, mister! Why don’t you come play a round of darts and win your girl a prize?” The game worker shouts across the way as Joel turns his head and furrows his eyebrows as he looks back and forth between you and the game stand awkwardly. 

   When he takes another glance at you, he gives you a soft smile as the glow of his eyes turn lighter. “Wanna play a round?” he asks as he nods his head to the game stand.

   You turn your head and take in the row of balloons that paint the wall purple, red, yellow, green, and pink. All shapes and sizes of stuffed animals sit against the back wall, and you smirk up his way. “Think you can take out more balloons than me?” you ask playfully as you flick your hair behind your shoulder. 

   “Only one way to find out, darlin’.” He narrows his eyes mischievously and grabs your wrist as he pulls you to the edge of the stand.

   Joel hands five dollars to the worker, and he gives him ten black pointed darts. He hands you five of them and holds his arm toward the board filled with balloons. “Ladies first.”

   You smile and walk up to the line of white tape and carefully assess your movements. You decide to go for the middle row first. That should be safest. You line up your first dart and shoot. The pointy end barely grazes the edge of a yellow balloon and falls with a bang to the ground. 

   “Shit,” you mutter under your breath. You try again, but you miss again. Why can’t you just get one fucking balloon?

   You huff out and purse your lips together as you feel your thighs rub together in the heat of the warm summer’s night. You see Joel out of the corner of your eye, maybe a hint of empathy on his face as he takes in your pouting lips. You feel the weight of his eyes on you, and you try your best not to look too upset as you twirl the smooth dart in your hand.

   “Well, keep going!” The worker practically screams at you as you almost jump out of your skin. As you look down at the dart and weigh your options, something happens that you didn’t expect to. Joel slides up behind you and puts one hand on your waist as he angles you perpendicular to the board of balloons while his hand wraps around yours with the dart between your fingers. 

   You gasp as he guides your arm. “Let me help ya, sweetheart,” he smiles as his lips graze the shell of your ear, making a bead of sweat stick to the side of your forehead as nerves course through your veins.

   “You wanna keep your eyes right on the center of the balloon. Imagine it has a big target in the middle that you want to reach. You wanna close one eye, aim right for the center, and throw hard.” The words whisk through you at an impossibly fast rate as his hot breath breathes down your neck. You think you might pass out at how hot your skin feels with him this close, with him touching you. It’s like he’s branding you as his own. 

   “Like this?” you whisper out hoarsely as you bring your arm up as his hand never leaves yours.

   “Yeah, there ya go. Right for the middle of the yellow one. Go on now,” he encourages as he takes you through the motions, his gravelly voice breathing down the side of your neck as his broad body hovers over yours.

   You hold your breath and throw the dart, keeping one eye closed as you focus solely on the blown up balloon and not on the gorgeous man that’s clinging to your skin. The dart soars through the air and lands right in the center of the yellow balloon as you hear a loud pop and see scattered shreds fall to the ground.

   “Yes! I got it,” you say excitedly as Joel chuckles lightly and nods his head. 

   “Attagirl.”

   The word makes you gulp as you feel your skin flush from the praise. He was basically calling you a good girl, and that was the hottest thing a man has ever said to you. Attagirl. Something so sexy about the way he said it to you in a deep, Southern drawl. Attagirl. 

   He steps back and lets you take your turn for your last two darts. You go over every step he told you to do and follow what he instructed you to do. You did exactly that and popped two more balloons as they fell broken to the floor.

   “Nice shot,” he winks as he takes your place and steps up to the white line. 

   “Alright, cowboy. Let’s see what you got,” you say playfully as you see his lips curl up into a huge grin. 

   It’s almost too easy for him. He takes down two at a time with only one dart, his aim impeccable as he takes down balloon after balloon. When his five darts are gone, he dusts off his hands on his dark jeans and smiles your way. “So, how’d I do?”

   “You’re too good, Joel. A master of balloons,” you tease as you playfully push at his solid chest. 

   “Master of balloons, not master of puppets?” he smirks as you roll your eyes at him.

   “Metallica fan I see,” you say with a raised brow as you cross your arms over your chest. 

   “Good guess.” 

   Before you walk away, the game worker tells Joel he can pick out any stuffed animal he wants. Joel looks over at you with a wandering gaze as he reaches out his hand and pulls you over to the edge of the stand. 

   “What do ya want?” Joel asks as your eyes scan the wall. There’s a variety of stuffed animals. Monkeys, teddy bears, all the way to jellyfish. Your eyes wander the wall until they land on a light blue dolphin. That’s the one.

   “That one.” You point to the dolphin, and the worker gets it down for you. 

   “Here you go,” the worker nods as you take the plush dolphin and smile down at it, “I’m sure your girl is happy now.”

   Joel looks down at the stuffed dolphin in your hand and smiles as his warm brown eyes meet yours. “Yeah, think she is.” You blush and walk down the row of busy games as Joel walks next to you with his hand hovering over the small of your back.

   “Thanks for that back there,” you murmur as you set your pace a little slower.

   “For what?” he asks as his hand presses deeper into the fabric of your dress. 

   “For showing me how to throw the darts probably and winning me this dolphin,” you say as you hold the plushie stuffed animal up and poke him playfully in the bicep with it. 

   “Anytime, darlin’. Anytime,” he chuckles as he walks along the flurries of crowds.

   You walk along the outside of the crowd as you pass an area full of a variety of food trucks. “So. Was that your daughter yesterday with you in line?” 

   “Oh, yeah. That was Sarah. My little girl. Well, not so little anymore. She’ll be eighteen next year, and she’s about to start her senior year of high school, but she’ll always be my little girl.”

   You watch the gleam in his chocolate eyes as you take in his expression. A little sadness but also so very proud. He looks like he loves her a lot, and that makes your heart beat for him even more. “Is that your only one?”

   “My only kid?” he asks as he turns his head toward you, “yeah, she’s my only one.”

   You ask the next question carefully, walking on thin ice. You didn’t see a ring, so you assume he isn’t taken. “And there’s no Mrs. Miller in the picture?”

   He scratches the bottom of his scruff as he stretches his neck, assessing the question before he answers. “No. It’s jus’ me, darlin’. No one else in the picture.”

   Your eyebrows knit together as you turn to face him, your head cocking to the side as you look him up and down carefully. “You mean to tell me that a man like you is single?”

   He just shrugs his shoulders and blatantly answers. “What’s so hard to understand ‘bout that?”

   You put one hand on each hip and roll your eyes sarcastically. “I mean, hello? You’re ridiculously hot and nice and I don’t know, sweet?”

   Joel chuckles and raises one eyebrow up. “Got me blushin’ again, darlin’,” he responds as he rakes a hand slowly down his jawline while his cheeks turn a deep red.

   You laugh and admire how absolutely beautiful the man looks when he’s full of embarrassment. He’s so freaking cute that you could just squish him. Soft, the man is so soft. You might just fall head over heels for him.

   “And that’s you, sweetheart. Sweet, flirty, adorable, absolutely drop dead gorgeous,” he gushes as he looks at you with glittering honey eyes. Now it’s you that’s the one blushing. “Can’t believe you’re at the fair with me. Of all the men you could be with, you went with me. What ever made you do that?” he asks unbelievably as he shakes his head. 

   “Because I saw more than a handsome face in that crowd when I saw you standing in line. I saw a man I wanted to get to know, wondered if you felt the same way. You looked like magic, and I wanted to taste it,” you smirk as his cheeks turn bright red again. 

   “Christ,” he chuckles as he grabs your arm and pulls you through the blinding crowd, “c’mon you sweet talker. Magic, huh? You’re the one that looks like magic.” You just giggle silently as you let him take you on the ride of your life. 

   The sun slowly dips beneath the clouds as the last clashes of mixed shades of purple and orange colors turn to darkness. The fair lights up every which way as glowing lights from the amusement rides and food trucks light the way on the warm pavement. You pass a stand with blowing bubbles and light up toys and look over to see Joel eyeing you, a curious glint in his chocolate eyes as he assesses you closely. 

   Before you wait to see what he’s about to ask you, you chime in first. “So, cowboy, what do you do for work?” 

   You hear him chuckle and mutter something about cowboy under his breath as he runs calloused fingers smoothly through his slicked back curls. “I’m a contractor. Me and my brother, Tommy, run a business together.”

   You lift an eyebrow and smirk his way. “A contractor, huh?”

   Joel just chuckles and nods his head. “S’right, sweetheart. We keep pretty busy, that’s for sure.”

   You eye his green flannel, dark denim jeans, and leather boots and nod. Of course he was a contractor. He definitely looked the part. “So you’re strong and handsome? And you know how to build things? My, my, Mr. Miller. You’re quite the package, aren’t you?” You tease as you push him playfully in the arm and flash him a ridiculously huge grin that you can barely keep to yourself. 

   “A package, huh? Can’t say that anyone’s ever called me quite a package before,” he responds as his hand grazes yours carefully. You taste the flames as they lick against your skin, you want to dance in them as they burn you alive. 

   “Well, I called you one so there’s that if that means anything.” You shrug your shoulders absentmindedly and look back ahead as you hear Joel laugh under his breath. 

   “Mmm definitely means somethin’, darlin’.” You look back to see he’s giving you this crooked smile, and his chocolate eyes are scorching into yours as you see just how soft he is. He’s like a little puppy dog with those big eyes of his, and you just want to take him home and make him yours forever. 

   You almost reach out to lace your arm in his until he asks you a question. “What about you, sweetheart? What do you do?”

   You smile warmly up at him and answer. “I’m actually studying to get my master’s in art at the University of Texas. And I work at this little art shop off Hollow’s Drive. It’s called Autumn’s Art Gallery.”

   You watch the way he shifts his honey eyes over to you as he gives you a once over. “An artist, you say? Impressive. You draw or paint?”

   “Both, actually. I find myself with a charcoal pencil in my hand more than a paint brush. But I love them both equally,” you shrug as your shoes scuff against the cement. 

   “You draw people?” he asks thoughtfully as you meet his simmering gaze. 

   “All the time. Why?”

   He laughs as you see the crow’s feet pull at the corners of his eyes. “You gonna draw me like one of your French girls?” 

   “Joel Miller throwing Titanic quotes at me?” you laugh as you shake your head at him in disbelief. 

   “Couldn’t resist that joke, darlin’. Was the perfect opportunity,” he chuckles as you roll your eyes at him. 

   “Sure, just let me go conjure up a butterfly robe and an old parlor couch while I find you a red wig.”

   You watch him crinkle his eyes up as he holds his stomach and chuckles loudly as he throws his head back. You join in on his laughter and almost burst into tears from how hard the two of you are laughing. When he finally catches a breath after a few moments, he wipes his eyes and places a firm hand on your shoulder. “Sweetheart, I can’t remember the last time I laughed that hard. You’ve got a gift,” he smiles as you see nothing but warm brown eyes swarm your vision. 

   “Glad I could make you laugh,” you giggle.

   “So, art. What got ya interested in art?” he asks with a cocked up brow as he presses his palm into the middle of your shoulder blades. His hand burns like fire, but you love it. 

   “Well, I’ve always had a love for painting. I told my mom when I was in kindergarten that I was going to grow up to be an artist and look at me now! I made it,” you beam as the glow of the Ferris wheel lights your way forward. 

   “I’d love to see your work sometime,” Joel responds as his fingers slide down to right above your hips, right at that dangerous level of being too close but not close enough. 

   “Really?” you ask surprised as you see him nod his head. 

   “Really.”

   You bite your lower lip and cross your arms as you turn to look at him, your eyes sliding along his beautiful face. “Would you… do you think you’d let me draw you sometime?” you ask shyly as you play with the skirt of your green dress, your cheeks flushing pink as you flutter your eyelashes at him. 

   He laughs out loud as his eyes widen. “Sweetheart, what would you wanna draw me for? Ain’t nothin’ worth drawin’,” he says amused as he adjusts the sleeve of his flannel shirt. 

   You shrug your shoulders and sway your hips as you respond. “I dunno. I think you’ve got such a handsome face. It’d be worth it to me.”

   His lips part open as his eyes stare intimately down into yours as he takes in what you just told him. He looks conflicted, surprised even that you’d say that. But his eyes soften and a crooked smile splays across his mouth, and you think he’s the prettiest man you’ve ever seen in your entire life. 

   “Darlin’, if you’re gonna sweet talk me like that then ‘course you can draw me. Jus’ don’t let me look bad.”

   “I could never make you look bad, Joel.” He smiles and cups his hand underneath your chin and grazes it affectionately before he takes your hand and pulls you along the street. 

   He slowly slips his hand into yours as he entwines his fingers around yours, the callouses grazing along your skin as you feel warmth cover your insides as he takes a hold of you. It feels so right, makes you a little dizzy if you’re being honest. How can you like a man so much that you only just met? You don’t know what it is, but he feels like complete magic. The perfect man that’ll indulge all your fantasies. 

   He pulls you along the busy crowd, hand in hand as he looks back every few seconds and flashes you with the most dreamy smile you’ve ever seen, ending with a flirty wink that almost makes you choke on your own saliva. He grasps your fingers tighter as he slides his calloused thumb gently over the top of your hand. Right before he passes the Ferris wheel that’s spinning slowly in the mix of all the different fair rides, Joel stops just a few feet from the entrance and looks back at you, one eyebrow cocking up as he takes in your curious expression. 

   “What?” you ask with a small laugh as you take in his coffee colored eyes that narrow just a tad, the look of a man with an agenda up his sleeve. 

   “Wanna go for a ride?” he asks as he nods his head toward the lit up Ferris wheel, his eyes never leaving yours. 

   You flick your eyes carefully over the spinning ride and then look back at him as you turn your hips closer to him. “A ride?” you ask flirtatiously as you smirk up at him, “Joel Miller wants to take me for a ride?”

   His eyes slightly darken, his nail beds scratching along your skin as he leans in closer so you can hear that deep Southern drawl that clings to your insides. “Promise to take it slow,” he whispers menacingly. You gulp at his double meaning, his wicked smirk clawing at your insides as you feel the sweat bead down your skin. 

   Promise to take it slow. The words are harmless yet heated. He means the ride will be slow, but there’s also that other meaning. The one where it involves his lap, his cock, his slow motions as you gently slide up and down on his slick covered cock. That’s what those words really mean to you, and fuck do you want that. Badly.

   “Okay,” you breathe out slowly as he smiles and leads you to the small ticket booth ahead. He pulls out his leather wallet and hands the attendant three dollars in exchange for two small pink tickets. Joel leads you to the front of the line and hands the tickets off as he lets you climb into one of the carts first. You sit down on the white plastic seat and get situated, fanning your green skirt across your thighs as Joel takes his place across from you. 

   After a few seconds, the ride starts up and you slowly ascend into the summer night’s air. The fair looks so different up in the sky, glowing lights encased in a blur as you see different shades of pinks, blues, reds, and yellows paint the fair. Soft bubbles float in the background, and bright stars twinkle in the night sky. It’s all so very whimsical. 

   “Wow. It’s really beautiful up here,” you say in awe as you take in all the colorful scenery of the fair. 

   “Yeah, it sure is,” Joel says quietly across from you. When you turn to look at him, he’s not looking at the loud crowds or the different colored bumper cars across the way. No. He’s looking at you. 

   Oh. 

   Your knees brush against his jeans, and his hand grazes gently against your inner thigh, his rough fingertips resting just behind your kneecap as his thumb brushes back and forth gently. Slow, meticulous, heated. His eyes bore into yours, chocolate irises that simmer warmly into yours. He just sits there staring, lips halfway parted as he’s mesmerized in place, his eyes only on you. 

   Another brush of his fingertips and suddenly the air is too hot, too much as you fight every bone in your body to jump right off your seat and straddle his lap. His lips look so inviting, plush, big. Lips that were made just for you to kiss. His eyes trail down to your lips, dark eyes smoldering as he gulps and takes another breath. 

   The tension is heavy, weighing down on your insides that scream for you to move. Kiss him, kiss him, kiss him. You bet he’s a great kisser, bet he has an experienced tongue, bet he can swallow you down and devour you whole when he licks into your mouth. Warm, inviting, blissful. 

   Suddenly your body is leaning forward, slowly reaching out as your right hand comes down on his denim clad knee. He does the same, cautiously bending forward, eyes locked with yours as he reaches, reaches, reaches until his calloused fingers are brushing against your jawline, eyes swallowing you whole as he leans forward more, almost to your lips, almost…

   The Ferris wheel abruptly starts again and jolts both of you back in your seats, interrupting the almost kiss that could’ve happened. You internally grunt inside. Why the fuck did that have to happen? You just sigh as Joel reaches behind his head to scratch his neck, eyebrows furrowed as he blows out a breath and then looks back up at you with an amused expression on his face. Then the two of you burst out laughing, a harmonious melody that reaches through the dim night sky and catches on the bright lights of the fair. You keep laughing until both of you are gasping for breath, a silly moment that turned into a mutual joke. 

   “So much for a slow ride,” Joel chuckles as he runs a hand through his thick locks of curls, sighing again as you see the crow’s feet wrinkling at the edges of his golden eyes. And my oh my does he look pretty. 

   “So much for that,” you laugh and stare off into the blurring crowd on the ground. 

   After a couple more spins on the Ferris wheel, the ride comes to a halt at the bottom and Joel takes your hand and helps you out of the little cart. “You hungry?” he asks as he keeps your hand locked tightly in his. 

   “Mmm what’d you have in mind? Something sweet, maybe?” you smile with one eyebrow raised in question. 

   Joel shakes his head and laughs, warm and deep. “Figured you’d have a sweet tooth.”

   “Oh? Why’s that?”

   “‘Cause you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen,” he smiles, eyes lit up like Christmas lights as you stare back at him in awe. He called you sweet. He thinks you’re sweet. You don’t say anything, you just smile and follow him down the row of lit up food trucks that are swarmed with lines. You think you’d follow him anywhere. As long as he’d keep you locked in his arms.

   He pulls you into a short line of one of the funnel cake stands as you look at the decorative funnel cakes on display. That’s not all there is. There’s also blue and pink bags of cotton candy, Caramel apples, cinnamon rolls, and pink lemonade. 

   “You want a funnel cake?” Joel asks as your eyes scan the powdered sugar treats. 

   “Mhm,” you nod as his hand squeezes gently around yours. 

   “You want one of those fancy ones or just a plain one?”

   “Just a plain one is good with me.”

   “Anythin’ else?” he asks as he looks over his shoulder and down at you. Your eyes keep going back to the pink colored cotton candy, your mouth watering as you can almost taste the fluffy goodness melt in your mouth. He seems to notice as he speaks again. “I see you keep lookin’ at that cotton candy. Wanna get some?”

   “Please,” you respond eagerly as you almost bounce at the mention of cotton candy. Joel chuckles to himself when he sees your eyes light up. He thinks you’re just the sweetest thing he’s ever laid eyes on. 

   When it’s your turn at the window, Joel orders the funnel cake and cotton candy and hands the worker some cash as she takes it from him. “Give us a few minutes with the funnel cake. We’ll have it out in about five minutes,” the worker says as she hands Joel a large bag of fluffy cotton candy. 

   “Here ya go, darlin’,” he drawls as he hands you the clear bag of cotton candy and grazes his fingers lightly over yours. 

   “Thanks, Joel.” You open the twisted bag carefully and tear off a piece of pink cotton candy with your thumb and index finger. When you pop a fluffy piece into your mouth, you swallow the cherry flavor and groan from the delicious cotton candy as you lick your glossy lips clean. “So good,” you sigh as you take another bite and lick your thumb clean of the sticky mess. 

   “Yeah? Let me have a bite then.” He reaches for the open bag of cotton candy, but you snatch it from him before he can grab a piece and hold it high in the air. 

   “Only if you can catch me,” you tease as you smirk over at him, snickering under your breath as his eyebrows knit together. 

   “Now, sweetheart. Jus’ what do ya think you’re doin’, hmm?” he asks as he extends his fingers and stares your way. 

   “Having some fun,” you giggle as he reaches once more for the bag, but you take another step back. 

   “You’re walking on mighty thin ice, darlin’,” he murmurs as his eyes darken slightly, almost like he wants to chase you. 

   “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it then? You gonna just stand there or are you gonna come get me?” you taunt as you rustle the bag and toss it back and forth in your hands. 

   “Oh, I’m gonna come get you, don’t you worry your pretty little head,” he smirks as he takes one step forward. 

   You lick your bottom lip and place one hand on your hip as you taunt him. “Come get me then, cowboy.”

   He twitches his jaw and narrows his eyes playfully as a smug smirk covers his plush lips. Before you know it, he’s lunging at you as you squeak and try to run from him. You don’t make it far until you feel his thick arms wrap around your waist, and then he’s picking you up as you squeal while he spins you around. 

   “C’mere you little tease,” he chuckles as he places you back on the ground and leans forward, biting off a piece of cotton candy as almond eyes stare straight into yours. “Delicious,” he smiles as he grabs another handful and pops it into his mouth, smirking down at you as you stare wide-eyed at him. 

   “What am I gonna do with you?” he chuckles as he shakes his head slowly at you. 

   “I dunno,” you smile bashfully and sway your hips as your green summer dress blows in the gentle breeze of the night. “Guess you could keep me,” you say shyly, fluttering your eyelashes at him as you look carefully at his calm features. 

   “Keep you, huh?” he asks with a crooked smile splayed on his face. 

   “Mhm,” you hum shyly. 

   “Maybe I will, darlin’. Maybe I will.” He reaches out and cups your chin as he tilts it up so he can have a better look into your shimmering eyes. Just when you think he might kiss you, they call your order from the side window of the food truck. Joel grabs the paper plate of the powdered dessert and grabs up two forks and napkins as he leads you over to an empty picnic style table. You take a seat on the old, rickety seat, and Joel slides in next to you, the side of his thigh pressed firmly against your bare leg. And it burns, hot. 

   As the two of you pick at the savory funnel cake, you and Joel bond over interests and likes. You learn his favorite color is blue, the same as yours, he plays guitar, he likes fishing, camping, building and making things, but mostly he loves spending precious time with his daughter, Sarah. And you love that, love that he’s a good father. He’s not just a good father, he’s the perfect father. The way he talks about her is, well, wonderful. You could sit and listen to him talk all night long if you could. And you also wonder who the hell would be so stupid as to leave him? He’s literally perfect. Sweet, funny, handsome, a menace. But that just leaves more for you. 

   “How’s the funnel cake, darlin’? Sweet enough?” Joel laughs as he takes another bite out of the fried goodness. 

   “Definitely sweet enough, it’s just right.” You swallow another mouthful of powdered sugar and just when you’re about to reach for another forkful, Joel nods to the side of your face. 

   “You got a little somethin’ on your face, sweetheart.”

   Grabbing up a clean napkin, you dab at your face embarrassed and find there’s nothing there. “Where? I don’t feel anything.”

   “Oh, you missed. Right here.” He swipes his finger in a pile of powdered sugar and wipes it clear across the side of your face as you feel powdered sugar stick to your shiny skin.

   Your eyes grow wide as you push him playfully against his strong chest. “Joel!”

   He erupts into a fit of laughter as he throws back his head and holds a firm hand across his chest. “Sorry, darlin’. Couldn’t resist,” he chuckles as he plants his thick fingers against the denim of his broad thighs. 

   You lean forward, challenging him and smirk. “Okay then. If you think it’s so funny then why don’t you clean up the mess you made. Hmm?” 

   He eyes you carefully, his thick eyebrows knitting together as he studies you, flicking his eyes between your mouth and your playfully narrowed eyes. He runs a hand nervously down the side of his jaw, right through the greying scruff as he waits and waits and waits. Then he’s moving, leaning forward, brushing his calloused fingers against the edge of your thigh until his tongue is flat against the corner of your mouth. 

   His tongue is warm, long, wet as he laps up the powdered sugar. You feel a jolt of electricity shoot through you, a meer tinge of bravery slipping through your nerves. After he’s done lapping up the mess he made, just as he’s starting to pull back, you feel that spark of bravery shoot through you again at the speed of lightning, so you move, fast. Before he can turn his face away, you lean forward and plant your lips firmly over his, giving him a quick kiss on the lips as warmth runs like honey down your insides. 

   You break the kiss fast, your cheeks burning red as you feel sort of dizzy from the quick actions. Just when you almost apologize for diving in, Joel cups your chin and brings you back in. His lips are on you in a second. Hot, burning, electric, he seems to be everywhere. Crowding your space, slipping through your lips, burning you from the inside out. The kiss deepens as he cradles the side of your face, fingers brushing through thick locks of your wind blown hair. You seem to get lost in time as you wrap your hands around his neck and pull him closer to your body, until he’s flush against your chest.  

   You part your lips and allow his tongue to enter your vicinity, feeling it collide with your own as it dances around yours in a slow, steady rhythm. He tastes like powdered sugar, coffee, warm summer nights as his tongue glides against yours. It’s like all the busy movements and loud noises in the fair stop, it’s only you and Joel, just two people getting lost in a first kiss. It’s almost like you’re in a movie, camera slowly spinning around the two of you as you get tangled up together in a slow, romantic kiss. And it’s like fireworks go off in the sky, colorful swirls painting the way each time your lips move in sync. It’s unlike any other kiss you’ve ever had before. It’s slow, easy, just right, perfect. And you know then you’re a goner. You’ve fallen for the man with dreamy brown eyes and a Southern drawl you could hear for hours on end. You truly had it bad for the sweet cowboy that swept you off your feet. 

   After a couple of minutes go by, Joel pushes himself back, but keeps one hand lingering on your jaw, his thumb trailing gently against your flushed cheek. “I knew it,” he smiles, a warm, honey-like tone slipping off his tongue as he looks at you with warm, brown eyes. 

   “Knew what?” you whisper out, still catching your breath from that amazing first kiss. 

   “I knew you were sweeter than pie,” he smiles as you catch a gleam in those pretty honey colored eyes. 

   “Sweeter than pie?” 

   “Darlin’, you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

   Your lips part open, a stupid grin spreading across your glossy mouth as you stare incredulously at the sweetest man that took your breath away. 

   You spend the next couple hours locked hand in hand, exploring every square inch of the fair, sharing cherry lemonade with each other, bonding over movies and shared interests, just spending the night getting to know one another. It was the best date of your life, the best night. You never would have imagined it to be quite like this, but here you were, completely entranced with some handsome man you fell for on the carousel. 

   The drive back home is quiet as the breeze from the open window blows softly through your hair. You can feel Joel’s eyes on you, the way he keeps smiling and staring every few seconds just watching you enjoy the long summer’s night. The radio hums low in your ear, but all you can hear is your own breath, the shift of Joel in the driver’s seat, the soft tapping noise of his thumb on the leather steering wheel, and the low rumble of the truck’s engine. You love summer nights, love getting lost in the night, but most of all you love being in this truck, in this seat, next to Joel. 

   You feel Joel’s calloused fingers slowly graze against the outside of your thigh, so you shift in your seat and look over at him all dreamily, getting lost in those honey flecked eyes you find so mesmerizing. He’s got you twisted around the black military watch that sits clasped against his wrist, and there’s no way in hell he’s letting you go. 

   After a few more minutes of driving on the dark, dimly lit road back to your apartment, he’s pulling up to your front door. The one with overflowing white lilies in pots and the crystal wind chime you can’t seem to let go of. He puts the truck in park and looks over at you, an expression of gentleness as he relaxes his brows and pulls some out of place locks behind your ear. 

   “I had a great time with you tonight, darlin’.” You watch the crooked smile appear on the side of his mouth, his eyes seeming to twinkle like the bright stars in the night sky. 

   “I did, too, Joel. Thank you, for the perfect date.”

   “Anytime, darlin’. Anytime.”

   You sit there a moment, hovering in the silence as you chew on your bottom lip and taste the hint of cherry lip gloss. You twist your fingers in your lap, thighs pressing together as you look up at him through your long eyelashes. He’s just sitting there, his jaw clenched as he stares at you perplexed with the engine humming faintly in the background. 

   Just as you think of slowly making your way out the passenger door, Joel clears his throat and dwindles his hand on the steering wheel. “Would you… would you maybe wanna go on another date with me next Friday? Sarah’s gonna be outta town for volleyball camp, and I have the weekend free. Maybe you’d wanna come over for dinner or watch a movie or…”

   You interrupt his offer as you quickly nod your head yes. “I’d really like that.”

   “Is that a yes then?” he asks, brown eyes full of hope as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel, awaiting your final answer. 

   “That’s definitely a yes, cowboy,” you smile as he smirks back at you in response. 

   “Friday it is then,” he confirms as his eyes never wander from yours. 

   “Friday it is.” You let your hand meander on the side of the door handle and tug gently as you start to slide over in the seat. “Well, goodnight. Thank you again for the perfect evening.”

   Just as you about make it out of the door, Joel shoots his hand out and grabs your wrist tightly, his voice straining with an ounce of restraint as he holds you there, locked in his embrace. “Wait.” 

   You slowly turn, eyes locking with his as they seem to widen, his plush lips parted open as he stares transfixed, his chest rising and falling in deep breaths as he tries to hold back. He really needs to, doesn’t need to rush anything, but any self restraint comes crashing down when your eyes trail down to his warm lips. 

   “C’mere.” A gasp falls out of your mouth as he pulls you into his lap, your thighs straddling his as he pulls you flush to his broad chest. “Wanna kiss you one more time, sweetheart.”

   With no hesitation, he tugs your head down to his and crashes his lips against yours. The kiss is heated, desperate, burning as you melt your lips against his and get lost in the radiant glow of the moment. You part your lips, and he slots his tongue inside your mouth, desperately licking at the cotton candy flavor as he collides with your tongue. He twists around, pulling you closer to his body as you feel the hard erection that bulges at his zipper line. 

   You deepen the kiss, tasting the powdered sugar and cherry lemonade against your lips, letting your body grind down on him as you hear him moan through your glossy lips. You feel his hands slowly slide your dress up, feel his meaty palms dig into your thighs as you feel slick start to coat your lace.

   You rake your fingers through his messy curls, start to grind against the thickness of his cock through his tight denim jeans as you picture how ruined he must be underneath that zipper. You moan into his mouth the second one of his hands slides up higher, teasing the inside of your thigh as you desperately want to ride him right here, right now. You want to taste him, want to feel him slide in and out of your dripping core, want him to make you come until you see nothing but him in your vision. 

   His swollen lips drop to the side of your neck, teeth grazing against your skin as he starts to suck slowly, finding just the right spot that makes you moan and pant against the shell of his ear as your face rubs against his coarse salt-and-pepper scruff. Your fingers cling to his dark green flannel, curling around the edges as you lick the side of his ear, just as he makes you moan again from his teasing tongue low on your collarbone. 

   Your other hand grips the back of his sweaty hair, holding on for dear life as you feel you can orgasm right here at any moment. He hasn’t even touched you where you need him most, and he already has you unraveling from the seams. Just when he’s about to slide his hand under your soaked panties, his phone rings loudly, blaring as you almost jump out from beneath your sticky skin.

   You hear Joel swear under his breath as he digs his phone out from deep within the pocket of his jeans. When he retrieves it, he looks at the lit up screen and sighs. “It’s Sarah, I gotta answer this,” he murmurs as you sit still and let him take the call. “Hello?”

   You watch him talk, eyes blown out as his breathing is still shallow, beads of sweat staining his forehead as his curls stick to the edges of his face. His eyes are on yours, unmoving, even when he’s talking to his daughter on the phone. 

   “You alright? You call Tommy first?” he asks as his free hand stills on your exposed thigh, his thumb gently circling your burning skin as his chocolate eyes stare back into yours, that same heated gaze locked on you. You hear a small voice on the end of the line, but it’s just quiet enough to where you can’t make out what she says. 

   “Ahh, shit. Alright, jus’ hang tight. I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes. Jus’ wait there with Ellie and tell her not to touch anything. See ya in a few.” He clicks end on the phone and shoves it back into his pocket, sighing as he pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes tight for just a few seconds. 

   “Everything okay?” you ask quietly, still out of breath from the heated kiss. 

   “Yeah, Sarah jus’ got a flat tire near the house. Tommy’s daughter, Ellie, is tryin’ to fix it, and I just know she’s gonna make a mess and hurt herself if I don’t get there quick. Damn kid likes to cause trouble,” he chuckles as he sighs again and pulls you close, resting his forehead on your own as he breathes out slowly. 

   He pushes some damp locks behind your ear, and you sit there glued to his flannel, your nose gently brushing against his. He shifts in his seat and sighs before he speaks. “Look, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to take it so far. If I didn’t get that call, I might’ve not been able to stop myself. You’re just so… so… beautiful and hard to resist and fuck. We don’t have to take it fast, we can go slow, as slow as you want, darlin’. I jus’ like you a lot and wanna keep you around and…”

   You cut him off as you press your thumb against his bottom lip and gently hush him. “Joel, it’s okay,” you giggle out as you look straight into flecks of warm honey eyes. “What if I don’t want to take it slow?”

   His eyes widen, a speck of sweat sliding down his forehead as he eyes you carefully, his heart hammering in his chest as he watches you closely. “Are you sure?”

   You nod in response. “I’m sure, Joel. I want this, want you. I’m all in. I’m not going anywhere.”

   A small smile creeps up against his lips, and then all you can see is warmth in his face, his cheeks tinged red as he blushes. “Alright, sweetheart. If that’s what you want. What do you say, Friday we pick this up where we left off?”

   “Friday it is, cowboy.”

   Another chuckle reverberates off his lips as he brings you down once more against him and crashes his lips into yours. This time it’s just one kiss, but it’s as heated and intense as the others, but there’s also something else in the kiss. Need, desire, want. He wants you, just as bad as you want him. 

   When he breaks the kiss, he helps you off his lap and ghosts his fingers over the back of your hand as you make your way out of the truck. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Sleep tight.”

   Before you close the door, you smile warmly at him and wave flirtatiously. “Night, cowboy. You sure do know how to light a girl up inside.” Before he can say anything back as his cheeks burn bright crimson, you slam the door closed and saunter up to your small porch. You feel his eyes on you, watching until you make it in safely, then he’s driving off into the thick of the night. 

   When you close the door, you slide down the back of the wood and end up on the floor in a heap, giggling to yourself as you rest your head against the back of the door and hug the stuffed dolphin to your chest. You can’t stop kicking your feet, can’t stop the feeling of warmth and nerves pulling at your insides. You have it so bad for Joel Miller. You can’t wait to see him again. Your new favorite cowboy. 

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Little Leclerc || Five

Ollie Bearman x Madelyn Leclerc (OC)

Summary: Even if it’s not the full picture, people can work out anything online..

Requested: Yes, by anonymous: Hii! Can I request something for the Little Leclerc series where Madelyn posts for their 1 year anniversary and it might not be the whole picture but the fans can figure out that it is Ollie? That leads to their relationship being basically leaked to the media and Charles and Arthur find out and are not happy. Thank youuu xx

Words: 1.2K +

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Madelyn and Ollie were in London, they both had a week break before the next race and decided to spend a few days in London for their anniversary.

“Can you believe it’s been a year?” Madelyn asked. “Time flies by, that’s all I got to say” Ollie replied. “It really does, we were in F3 and F2 and now I’m in F1 and your in F2” Madelyn added.

“Your 18 and in F1! That’s a better achievement than me!” Ollie replied. “Hey! It won’t be long before you get up here too!” Madelyn said.

“It’s the dream to” Ollie mumbled. “And you will achieve that dream” Maddie said with a smile. “I love you” Ollie replied.

“I love you too” Madelyn said as they kissed. The couple spend the whole day together to celebrate their 1 year.

“What picture do you want me to post?” Maddie asked. “What about the one when we hiked up that mountain and took a timed photo in front of some flowers?” Ollie suggested.

“Ooo! I love that one! You can’t see your face in it, but fans will probably catch on. That’s basically announcing our relationship, you okay with that?” Maddie said.

“I am, but what about Charles and Arthur? They don’t know” Ollie told her. “Oh, it’s fine I’ll deal with them” Madelyn replied as she posted the photo.

~~

madelynleclerc

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madelynleclerc: 1 year, je t’aime🐻❤️

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username Has to be Ollie!! Look at the emoji!!

username Awhhh, Mads and Ollie🥹

username 1 year?!?!

charles_leclerc MADELYN JULES LECLERC!! Qui est-ce ?! (who is this)

arthur_leclerc Répondez à nos textes! (Answer our texts)

username Oh no, Mads is trouble👀

username I mean I think Charles and Arthur were the only ones who couldn’t see it..

username Overprotective brothers incoming…

username Awh, you guys are so cute!!!🥰

olliebearman 🤍🫶🏼

arthur_leclerc My sister mate, really?!

username Uh no..Arthur ain’t happy..

username You guys are cute!!

username Still can’t believe Maddie don’t tell Charles or Arthur..

username A year already?!?

~~

“I don’t think that was a good idea to post that..” Madelyn mumbled. “I mean, at least it’s out now? I mean your brothers will be annoyed..” Ollie added.

“I know, they are just so overprotective that’s why I never told them. I didn’t even tell Enzo or maman either they just figured it out..” Madelyn replied.

“I mean nearly everyone could see something was going on in the end, except for Charles and Arthur. I don’t wanna go back into the F2 paddock as I know they will be there waiting for me..” Ollie said.

“Well, lucky you don’t have a race while I will have to end up going over to Monaco just to get yelled at by them” Madelyn told him.

“Are they that overprotective of you?” Ollie asked. “Yeah, ever since papa died. Enzo ain’t even that bad bad he is the oldest! Even maman has told them to try and calm down but they don’t..” Madelyn replied.

Ollie was just about to say something when his girlfriend’s phone started the blow up with messages from two certain brothers..

~~

Charlie🫶🏼

MADELYN!

We find out your dating via social media?!

Why didn’t you ever tell us?!

Your dating a driver!!

A whole year you hid it from us?!

You better be in Monaco tomorrow.

ThurThur🫶🏼

Really Madelyn?!

My old teammate Mads?!

To make it worse you were dating him when we were teammates!

A whole year you hid it from us!!

I bet Enzo and Maman know as well!

Better be in Monaco tomorrow.

~~

“That’s just great..” Madelyn mumbled as Ollie wrapped his arms around her. “I’m sorry, I was the one that wanted you to post that photo..” Ollie said.

“Baby, don’t blame yourself. Please, but I really do need to get to Monaco..” Madelyn replied. “If you want to come back, you know where I am” Ollie added.

“Yeah, I’ll definitely be back. I’ll probably walk in there have an argument with them and walk straight back out” Madelyn replied.

Madelyn started to pack a little bag, they made their way to the airport. “Let me know how it goes okay? You can easily come back here whenever” Ollie said.

Madelyn nodded as they hugged tightly and kissed. “I love you, I’ll be back soon” Maddie told him. “I’ll be here waiting for you” Ollie said.

Madelyn broke away from the hug and she made her way to her gate, soon enough she got on the plane and was on the way to Monaco.

#f1 #f1 imagines #formula 1 #ollie bearman imagines #ollie bearman x reader #ollie bearman #ollie bearman x leclerc!sister #charles leclerc x sister #arthur leclerc x sister

[raya-rhaenyra-ahsoka]

My Thoughts on Ep.06 - We Take a Zebra to Vegas, A rant (SPOILERS AHEAD!)

Actual Iris-messaging on screen! Good way to start the episode.

Yes, toss the drachma, SEAWEED BRAIN!

If you want the gods’ attention, you have to pay for it. Eh, not surprised since it’s kinda how children have to do to get their parents’ attention these days.

Wtf is Luke Castellan doing in Chiron’s office?

We know who stole the bolt. (Book-readers, we know who stole the bolt!)

*Calm expression* How do you know? and not *gasp* Really? Who is it? Very sus. 🤔

I do have a love-hate relationship with Clarisse La Rue as a character, but accusing her as the lightning thief? OH, HELL NO!

This convo:

Luke: Guys, what is this?

Percy and Annabeth: What?

Luke: When did you turn into an old married couple?

Percy and Annabeth:

Everyone in the fandom:

Luke channeling his big brother energy by teasing Annabeth, his little sister, to a boy her age. Annabeth’s going through that older-sibling-embarrassing-you-in-front-of-your-crush stage. It’s just typical sibling stuff.

Annabeth, externally: *pokerface*; Annabeth, internally: STOP EMBARRASSING ME!

Confirmed: Luke ships Percabeth. 🥰

Percy changing the subject because he’s also embarrassed.

Annabeth cuts off the connection before Percy can mention Hermes and tells him Luke and his dad aren’t on good terms.

Grover just figured out that the truck is driven by animal traffickers and insists that they free the animals is absolute peak characterization.

They’re like artists. Proceeds to release the animals in the middle of traffic.

How that convo basically went:

Percy: Idk about this, man.

Grover: Oh, they’ll be fine. I gave them the satyr’s blessing so they’ll be able to reach the wilderness safely.

Percy: Dude, I meant for these people.

Grover: Oh, uh, it’s fine. These people destroyed nature so idgaf about them. But the animals are fine, so let’s go!

Percy: So, which hotel is the Lotus Casino? It could be any building-

Annabeth: Duh! Obviously, it’s the one with the giant lotus blossom on it.

Percy: Seriously?

3 minors walking into a Casino hotel. Totally normal and not suspicious at all.

Dua Lipa’s Levitating instead of Lady Gaga’s Pokerface. I ain’t even mad.

WISE GIRL! WISE GIRL! WISE GIRL! HE CALLED HER WISE GIRL! 😍🥰

Of course, Annabeth insists Percy goes with her. Percabeth! 😍

Annabeth tells Percy about May Castellan, Luke’s Mom. It’s kinda early to know about this, but I’m not complaining. It just justifies Luke’s resentment of Hermes in the show.

Grover: *finds Augustus, a fellow Satyr* *Forgets everything*

Please tell me someone else heard some kid calling out BIANCA in the background. It's not just me, right? Please tell me it's the di Angelo siblings in the Lotus Casino. UNCLE RICK, WE NEED ANSWERS!

Percy explaining his nightmares and asks if they are real.

How that convo went:

Annabeth: Hmm, idk

Percy: How do you not know?

Annabeth: I may be smart but there are things I don’t know.

Percy: Wtf does that make me then?

Hermes/Alexander Hamilton not throwing away his shot. How does a bastard, son of a god and a Pleiad. Grow up to be a master trickster, according to Homer’s Illiad…

In Vegas you can be a new man...apparently, not.

Hermes: I’m not doing this again. You’re on your own, kids. Bye!

Annabeth: We’re friends of Luke’s.

Hermes: *surprise pikachu face* Damn it, let’s talk.

Hermes being an epitome of another crappy absent godly parent. Not surprised.

Annabeth doing what probably Luke taught her to do:

Annabeth: So I stole Hermes’ keys.

Percy: You what?

Annabeth: I turned invisible and picked his pocket.

Percy: You stole from the god of thieves?

Annabeth: Yes, I’m multi-talented. Lol

Percy: *lowkey falls in love*

The lotus fruit being pumped into the air is something new.

Percy: Grover got really old. 🤣

Percy and Annabeth chases Augustus around while Grover’s playing VR games.

Grover forgetting things because he was alone, while Percy and Annabeth remember because they have each other. PERCABETH!

Grover acting all carefree like a dentist just sedated him with nitrous oxide, while Percy and Annabeth are frantically looking for Hermes’ car will never be not funny.

TO THE DUMB KIDS. Yep, that note is for you.

Percy: So, who’s driving?

Percy and Annabeth turning to Grover because he’s the adult.

Grover: *still high* Idk man. Idk what we're even doing here.

Percy: Ok, I’ll do it. How hard can it be. If I killed the Minotaur, I can drive a cab.

Percy: How hard could this be? Proceeds to hit the car on several columns.

Percy getting angry because another car didn’t slow down and nearly hit them, then slamming the horn. Bruh, you’re inner New Yorker is showing and I’m here for it.

This scene: 😍😍😍

Me, watching this scene:

Percy and Annabeth smiling at each other then realizing the car’s scraping the wall. This shit cracked me up.

The truck nearly hitting them gave me a mini-heart attack. Good thing they’re in Hermes’ cab.

Percy half-nervous and half-excited to finally meet his Dad only to find a Nereid instead, giving him 4 teleportation pearls as a gift.

The title implying they took a Zebra to Vegas but we see no zebra? Come on! Anyway, that was a good episode. Can't wait for the Percy vs Ares showdown next week.

#pjo tv show #pjo tv series #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson spoilers #percy jackson tv series #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #percy and annabeth #hermes #wise girl #seaweed brain #wise girl and seaweed brain #percy jackon and the olympians

[helpallthenamesaretakenblog]

EPISODE 6 (just realised no one is asking me to do this too bad) spoilers for series up ahead

ITS NOT A MUSICAL EPISODE 😭

Disney was too broke to show us the animals in the zoo truck WHYY

why am i so happy for the second seaweed brain, man the things being a pjo fan does to you

The way you could see luke’s smile drop when they say that they found the lightning thief (:) —> :/)

The way luke didn’t even let them finish he was like “CLARISSE YES CLARISSE SHE MUST BE THE ROBBER”

No one’s talking about “Chiron should arrest her” Not the mental image of chiron holding a gun saying “ANY WORD CAN AND WILL BE USED AGAINST YOU IN COURT” while clarisse is pushed into a police car lollll

Old married couple im falling out of my chair plsssss if luke did something right in his life it was this

i love annabeth’s face like she knew this was coming the older brother-sister dynamic is POPPING

Disney really needed a way to show that grover liked animals and had convos with them without actually showing them lol

cue the “omg animals are so elegant” speech which served nothing at all

WHATS THE POINT OF ZEBRA TO VEGAS IF THERE AIN’T NO ZEBRA MR HOUSE OF MOUSE????

Idk but i kind of miss the trio action so far this show has only been percabeth + grover instead of percy + annabeth + grover you can tell they’re focusing more on fan service and developing percabeth than developing the more important dynamics which are the three of them having fun

oh HELLO RANDOM CAMEL WHO ISNT EVEN A ZEBRA BUT WHATEVER

“You are two seconds ahead of meeee” the simp eyes the simp eyes

The lotus casino from the outside is so COOL

LEVITATING BY DUA LIPA (some of yall still stuck in poker face era so im leaving it at that)

WISE GIRL I REPEAT WE GOT WISE GIRL (i was honestly expecting it to sound super corny on screen but walker pulled it off like he always does)

look im so mad about the fact that there’s no montage of them being silly little kids and having fun at arcade games. It hits so hard since percy has never afforded to visit fun places, annabeth has never left camp so is absolutely thriving with her architect games, grover is hunting down humans which was so funny and cool and they decided to make it more serious and plot centred

”ill take percy this way” WHY CAN’T GROVER TAKE PERCY THAT WAY HUH ANNABETH? 🤨 (girl just say you want to spend time with him)(and disney say you just wanna write more percabeth scenes)

I love the ‘if you dont know, i dont know either 😄’ mentality that percy has, he knows annabeth wants to be in charge now so he’s just feeding into the hubris

The augustus plot was so weird ngl but it was a great way to introduce the pan stuff

“Biaannncaaaaa biancaaaaaa” NICCOOOOOOO

He sounds so little and innocent and cute 🥺 im so sad now

GROVERRRRRR REMEMBERRRRRR

i gotta say, i guess that i was taken away by the people making fun of lin manuel miranda, but his acting was really really good

We got some may castellan exposition early

Percy thinking that the only thing he could do to sally was hurting her 🥹

i really hope they talk about that later on, you know we love some angst around here (especially with the dreams of the headmaster which was from the books!!! I was thinking that they’d cut it! But they didnt!! But it speaks volumes about percy that he has nightmares of headmasters)

I WANT ANNABETH FLASHBACK ANGST

annabeth pickpocketing the god of thieves will forever be her girlbossiest moment

”Im multitalented” percy: 😍💙🥰🥹 🤩(walker’s acting be that amazing is it not obvious by now that percy likes annabeth)

“Who’s grover ☺️?” “Wait, i know grover 😅!” Walker is cementing himself in the percy throne every single episode

”wow grover got really old😃”

“you lose sight of what’s important when you’re alone” “we weren’t alone 🥰” poor grover

The eons long wait to see how percy was hugging while falling the way down is finally over

The way that you can see percy’s empathy shining through his eyes as grover talked about pan>>>> (honestly tho, hug!)

the way they focused on percy’s reaction, i know this is going to be something he brings up as a reason for him to sacrifice himself for hades

Percy and annabeth looking at grover like “ ok mr. 24 DRIVE US”

Percy trying to drive a car will forever be cinema and comedy peak

The road rage this child has its so funny BEEP BEEP

annabeth: 😁 percy: 🥹 *cutely crashes car and almost kills her* PERCY IS TRULY GIVING A LOSER BOY WHO HAS NEVER HAD A GIRL LOOK AT HIM AND THATS SO PERCY OF HIM

the heartbreak in percy’s eyes alexa play the moment i knew by taylor swift

Four pearls?? *cue that one meme where that girl is calculating*

the way my smile faded when i saw annabeth hanging over the cliff TOO SOON RICK TOO SOON

#And as usual highlight of episode goes to: percabeth #The crush was SHOWING i loved it #percabeth #percy jackson #rick riordan #pjo fandom #annabeth chase #heroes of olympus #pjo #pjo tv show #pjo tv series #percy jackon and the olympians #walker scobell #leah sava jeffries #aryan simhadri #pjo tv #pjo tv spoilers #pjo tv adaptation #pjo tv crit #pjo spoilers #percy jackson spoilers #grover underwood

[whyse7vn]

JUNGKOOK GETS ROBBED -

[ot7 x reader]

one direction 😜

8 participants — 8 online

———————————

jin: don’t laugh but

y/n: laughing

jin: fuck you

hobi: but what?

jin: found a grey hair today

namjoon: young in spirit !

y/n: can i be on your will?

jungkook: still love you bro 💜

jimin: he cried for an hour

y/n: LMAO

jin: and you dare ask to be on my will ?

y/n: 🥰🥰🥰

jungkook: have you guys listened to the song mad at disney ?

tae: bye

hobi: …

namjoon: are you okay now jin?

jin: i knew you were my favourite for a reason namjoon !!!!

i’m ok … i’m coping i guess there is not much i can do

i’m just gonna sit here and accept death as it comes

just know namjoon your name is on first line in my will ❤️

namjoon: thanks?

jin: you are most welcome

tae: can i be visual now?

jin: no.

anyways y/n…

y/n: OMG ME FOR VISUAL JIN IM HONOURED 🙈🙈🙈

jin: again no.

yoongi: lol

jin: y/n i fear we are going to have to reproduce to save my bloodline and fill my gap in the group

y/n: YOU FEAR ???

jin: i mean ur not the best person to reproduce with…

y/n: what’s that supposed to mean ??

jin: i said what i said.

y/n: i’ll have you find i’m a GREAT person to reproduce with

jin: really?

y/n: really

jin: i’ll guess you’ll have to prove me wrong.

yoongi: gross

tae: omg wait… i’m dying too

y/n it’s the only way

save the kim bloodline

jungkook: im mad at disney disney

namjoon: bro…

jungkook: they tricked me tricked me 😔

y/n: jay park so ugly omg

hobi: i pass the mic pass the mic

jungkook: wtf don’t talk about my bff like that

jimin: BFF 😨⁉️

tae: god forbid…

yoongi: hell naw 😟

namjoon: oh

y/n: and that’s your problem….

always saying dumb shit that make me want to hit you

jin: did he not steal from you? or did someone make that up

jungkook: moving on lol

y/n: NO FUCKING WAYHXJXJDMFJCJKX

jimin: LMWOSOSOSO NOT HIM REALLY STEALING KNGSGHDNX

yoongi: LMAO

hobi: 😭😭😭😭😭

jungkook: it’s not even that funny it was an accident.

namjoon: what did he steal?

jungkook: just some headphones nothing major

namjoon: the studio ones?

jungkook: yeah he said he’ll bring them back they accidentally fell into this bag

yoongi: are you fucking dumb?

namjoon: did you get them back?

jungkook: he says been really busy lately

y/n: LNASKSOODODOFKCKDKCKCKX

hobi: wow…

jimin: you deserve it idc

tae: PLSNSJSJJXJDJXJXK

jin: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

jungkook: shut up

y/n: you ain’t never getting them shits back so sorry my love

yoongi: fr

jimin: i hate enhypen

y/n: omg ?!

tae: same lol

yoongi: who

hobi: fever fever fever

namjoon: what did they do to you?

hobi: love them

jimin: idk i just felt like being a hater

namjoon: ok??

y/n: sunoo is great

jimin: no fuck him

y/n: fuck you

hobi: do you think enhypen hates us?

jin: we are bts ofc they don’t tf

tae: true

namjoon: …

jin: what

sorry i didn’t lie

y/n: no comment.

yoongi: also no comment.

jin: also no comment

hobi: ???

namjoon: you made your comment already jin?

jin: no

namjoon: whatever

tae: i stand by what i said

jimin: i honestly couldn’t give a single fuck about what they think

y/n: omg who crawled up ur ass today

jimin: 🧍🏻‍♂️

yoongi: crazy

jungkook: i think we should give jay park a chance guys

jimin: bye.

tae: peace ✌🏼

y/n: …

hobi: out.

namjoon: tired of this bs

yoongi: 👋🏻

jin: bitch.

…

im back omg ???? this is literally just a draft that i never finished that’s why it sucks so bad 😭😭 freeing everything from my drafts so stay tuned for that !!!

#bts crack #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts text #bts imagines #bts x reader #ot7 imagine #ot7 x reader #bts jeon jungkook #bts fluff #bts x y/n #bts x you #imagine bts

[heavyhitterheaux]

My Superstar

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

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jackharlow: LOOK AT WHAT MY BABY GOT ME !!!! y/ninsta come here so I can kiss you 😘

y/ninsta: jackharlow I deserve more than that for what I went through to get this 🙄

urbanwyatt: NO, NO, AND NO. You have to go on in TEN MINUTES

jackharlow: urbanwyatt I'm not understanding your point? y/ninsta come here babyyyy 😏

y/ninsta: jackharlow don't tear my bodysuit this time. Strong ass hands 🙄

jackharlow: y/ninsta my bad but it was in the way 🤭

jackharlow: y/ninsta and besides these strong ass hands can do a lot more 😏

neelamthadhani: SPARE US THE DETAILS

druski2funny: SPILL IT!

lilnasx: druski2funny why is you so damn nosey?

druski2funny: lilnasx we all wanna so so stop playin

y/ninsta: jackharlow you owe me a bodysuit sir

jackharlow: y/ninsta only thing I owe you is this dick 🥰

claybornharlow: WILL YOU TWO CALM DOWN?!

y/ninsta: claybornharlow calm down for what? don’t let me have to spill about your extracurricular activities last night Clayborn

jackharlow: y/ninsta wait, what? claybornharlow what is she talking about?

claybornharlow: y/ninsta keep your mouth shut

jackharlow: look I already can’t handle when y/ninsta and urbanwyatt are together and now I have to worry about claybornharlow too?

y/ninsta: jackharlow she was pretty and I was the ultimate wing woman! 

claybornharlow: Y/N!!!!!

y/ninsta: claybornharlow payback is a bitch little brother. I love you tho 😘

jackharlow: y/ninsta will you come on?!

y/ninsta: jackharlow don’t rush me! so damn impatient

claybornharlow: y/ninsta no you don’t, you chose violence

y/ninsta: claybornharlow do I need to remind you of how many times you have ratted us out?

claybornharlow: y/ninsta LIES

saweetie: nah claybornharlow you do be spilling all the tea. anymore we should know about?

claybornharlow: saweetie I do not but.... I proposed to y/n first and you know we wanted different things in life so her next best option was her least favorite Harlow child

normani: claybornharlow your brother is about to kick your ass when he sees that lmao 😂

claybornharlow: normani he’s just mad because it’s true

saweetie: claybornharlow AYE YO!!

jackharlow: claybornharlow WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? CLAYYYYYY!

theestallion: now claybornharlow knows as well as anybody that he will murder someone when it comes to his wife

claybornharlow: theestallion I’m the little brother so I’m safe

theestallion: claybornharlow ain’t nobody safe from an ass kicking from jackharlow when it comes to y/ninsta

claybornharlow: jackharlow she loves me more than she loves you and I told her not to settle for your ass but I guess she fell in love along the way but her heart will always belong to ME

y/ninsta: claybornharlow why you spilling all our secrets?!?! he wasn’t supposed to find out this way!

claybornharlow: y/ninsta babe, I had to rip the band aid off sometime. it’s better this way.

jackharlow: y/ninsta claybornharlow imma kill both of yall 😡

urbanwyatt: jackharlow wait lemme get my snacks so I can watch

softtcurse: urbanwyatt only snack you need to be having is me

y/ninsta: softtcurse 😐

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt who the fuck is softtcurse?!?!

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta umm.....

y/ninsta: URBAN HENRY

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta my girlfriend?

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt YOUR WHAT?!? 

jackharlow: urbanwyatt YOU DIDN’T TELL HER?!

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt jackharlow HOLD UP. Jackman... baby... love of my life who comes second to Clay... YOU KNEW?

jackharlow: y/ninsta I THOUGHT HE TOLD YOU. I’VE MET HER. And imma kick your ass for that last part

privategarden: 👀👀👀

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt I’ll deal with you in a minute now back to my boo claybornharlow

claybornharlow: 🥰🥰🥰🥰

claybornharlow: jackharlow don’t worry I’ll pay for therapy for you

jackharlow: claybornharlow only thing you’re going to be paying is for a hospital bill when I get done with you

y/ninsta: jackharlow add you and Urban since yall keeping secrets

2forwoyne: y/ninsta wait he didn’t tell you?

y/ninsta: 2forwoyne YOU KNEW TOO?! urbanwyatt I’m about to shank you

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta I love you?

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt SAVE IT AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS

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y/ninsta: Been that bitch ain’t no discussion 😘

saweetie: FACE CARD NEVER DECLINES AND MY BEST FRIEND IS THAT BITCH!

y/ninsta: saweetie I love you boop!

jackharlow: my little superstar! hurry up and finish your set so you can get this work 😏

y/ninsta: jackharlow shit say less daddy

urbanwyatt: will you two ever let up?

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt go away

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta stop being mad at me!

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt you lied to me and jackharlow was only forgiven because he ate me out for an hour from the back

dualipa: y/ninsta I want next

jackharlow: dualipa I will kick your ass into the next century if you keep playing with me

dualipa: jackharlow I’m coming to the next show so you better be able to back up all that shit you were talking

jackharlow: dualipa SAY FUCKING LESS!

2forwoyne: y/ninsta Urban didn’t want to tell you because he knows how you are

y/ninsta: 2forwoyne excuse me?!? And how exactly am I?

2forwoyne: y/ninsta I vote your husband should tell you

jackharlow: 2forwoyne now why am I getting dragged back in it when I just got forgiven?

shloob_: this is gonna be good. I’m watching this unfold from the car to make a quick getaway

jackharlow: y/ninsta ummm baby....

y/ninsta: jackharlow yes?

jackharlow: y/ninsta Urban didn’t want to tell you because uh being basically the mom of PG we uh..... ummm you can be a little over protective and your approval is important to him soooo I think he was just waiting for the right time and he didn’t want you to fight her

y/ninsta: jackharlow WHY WOULD I FIGHT HER IF I DON’T EVEN KNOW THE GIRL?!

quiiso: y/ninsta you not knowing her doesn’t mean a damn thing!

y/ninsta:the fact that all yall kept this from me makes me feel some type of way

softtcurse: y/ninsta I told them to tell you

y/ninsta: softtcurse how long has this been a thing?

softtcurse: y/ninsta 2 months 🥰

y/ninsta: PG I AM KILLING EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU

jackharlow: y/ninsta except me right?!

y/ninsta: jackharlow especially you because like? you’re his best friend along with me and yall didn’t tell me for two months

jackandy/naremyparents: uh oh urbanwyatt I think you really hurt her feelings 😕

urbanwyatt: 😥

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y/ninsta: my baby soooooo fine, do I spy a chair? 😏

jackharlow: stopppp stink 🙈 

jackharlow: and I stay ready for you my baby 

jackandy/naremyparents: have you and urbanwyatt made up yet?

y/ninsta: jackandy/naremyparents who’s that?

saweetie: y/ninsta bitchhhhh! stop playing!

y/ninsta: saweetie nah because that was some foul shit they all pulled

quiiso: y/ninsta we love you and I have a milkshake as a peace offering

y/ninsta: quiiso what flavor?

quiiso: y/ninsta cookies and cream, your favorite

y/ninsta: quiiso bring me some mcdonald’s fries with that and I might consider forgiving you

jackandy/naremyparents: what did shloob buy you queen?

y/ninsta: jackandy/naremyparents he went shopping with me and helped me carry my bags knowing every single person in PG hates going

2forwoyne: shloob scared as hell of y/n

shloob_: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again YALL ARE FUCKING STUPID IF YOU AREN’T

neelamthadhani: urbanwyatt wait... even I knew before y/ninsta? you brought Yasmin to rehearsals that one day

urbanwyatt: NEELAM! YOU ARE NOT HELPING

softtcurse: y/ninsta I can’t wait to meet you!

y/ninsta: softtcurse you might not have a boyfriend when that time comes because I might kill him

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta!!! come onnnnn and let me explain!

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt I’m busy for the rest of 2022, check back in 2027 when jackharlow has purchased our cottage. bye now.

urbanwyatt: Y/N!!!!!

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[imjustwritingg]

Please tell me I wasn't the only one who screamed a little when Luce post came up on their phones 😂😂 best surprise

I literally squealed and dropped my phone. Luce really said fuck ya both, I’m posting a couple’s photo and you’re not gonna stop me.

And I sure as hell ain’t mad about it. 🥰

[visceravalentines]

ok bestie for real though

I have this idea/fantasy that just

Bo torturing someone, getting turned on, and seeing him so strong and scary and bloody turns you on to the degree where you're just staring, he's like "what" and you basically beg him to let you help him/use you to get off

cue him fucking you right there, in front of the bleeding, suffering victim 🥰

maybe even just shoving you down onto your knees to fuck your throat but still positioned in a way that he can continue hurting the person, dig around in wounds or smear blood around

smear blood on your face too 👀

Babe I loved this request and for some reason it was so hard to get it right, I'm sorry it took so long! It is some 2000 words long tho so maybe that helps. And Bo is...😳 really something. We should make sure he stays in Ambrose lol.

The Devil Himself

Bo Sinclair x GN!Reader

There is a living torture victim in the room for the entire scene. She is actively being tortured throughout. Dead dove, do not eat. Smut, blood kink, corruption kink, oral, throat fucking, biting, dirty talk, sadism, stabbing & torture, Bo is dark and dominating and the reader is super down for it. Bo does not hurt the reader.

The station basement was pretty well soundproofed, but the scream you heard as you made your way to the back and opened the door to the stairwell made you flinch.  It was loud.  It had been some time since Bo had taken anyone downstairs.  Unfortunately for this particular victim, that meant he would be rather…tightly wound. 

You rapped lightly on the basement door before swinging it open.  Bo loomed over the woman cuffed and taped to the chair, a sneer fixed on his face as he gagged her.  His gaze snapped over to you as you entered and the glint in his eyes was manic, ravenous.  The intensity of it stirred something in you.  His expression softened, only a little, when he saw you. 

“What d’you need, darlin’?  I’m busy.”

“I wanted to let you know the power’s still out south of Magnolia Street.  Les and I tested it and – ”

The woman in the chair shrieked again through the gag.  Bo sighed, seized a screwdriver off the nearby counter, and plunged it into her thigh.  The victim squealed, sobbed.  Your eyes widened. 

“You want somethin’ to scream about, I’ll give you somethin’ to scream about.  Shut the fuck up, I’m havin’ a conversation.” 

You bit your lip.  His voice got so much deeper, gruffer, when he was mad. 

Bo furrowed his brow when he turned back to you.  “What?”

“Nothing.  I was saying…Magnolia Street.  We think one of this group hit a power pole or maybe even cut a line somewhere.”

He rubbed his forehead.  “Fuckin’ excellent.  Y’need me to come look at it now?”

“No, but you should look at it soon.  Can’t have a third of the town in the dark.”

Bo rounded on the victim.  “Y’hear that, honey?  You and your friends made a bunch o’ extra work for me.  You know who gets to pay for that?”  He tapped the screwdriver still buried in her leg. 

Her panicked gaze sought you out and she babbled something through the gag. 

“Hey!”  Bo said so sharply you and the victim both jumped.  He grabbed her jaw, turned her head.  “Don’t fuckin’ look at them!  You got nothin’ to do with them and they ain’t gonna help you.”  He glanced at you as he rolled up his sleeves, exposing strong forearms and the scars on his wrists.  “You best run along, darlin’.  I got things to do.”

You folded your arms, leaned against the doorframe.  “...can I stay?”

He looked surprised.  “You wanna stay?”

“I want to watch you work.”

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.  “This ain’t work, this is play.”

“Even better.”

Now he smiled for real.  “You stay back, I don’t want you gettin’ hurt.”

“I’ll behave.”

“Well that makes one of us.  Here.”  He selected two knives of different styles from the counter and held them both out to you.  “What’s your preference?”  You picked one and he winked at you.  “Good choice, darlin’.”

He sliced through the victim’s clothing, exposing her abdomen.  She pulled halfheartedly at the tape around her wrists. 

“Gotta have more fight than that, bitch,” Bo remarked.  “Let’s see now.”  He flipped the knife in his hand.  “Your boyfriend smashed my sideview mirror, so that’s one.”  With practiced precision, he carved a long, shallow slice down her abdomen.  She wailed and he smirked.  “Your friend shot at my fuckin’ dog, so that’s worth two, I think.”  He opened up two more gashes in her stomach and she thrashed.  Blood was flowing freely, soaking the waistband of her jeans.  “You messed with my town, and now I gotta fix it.”  This time he seized her face and drew the tip of the knife across her cheekbone, slowly, the tip of his tongue protruding through his lips in concentration. 

You were enthralled.  You had seen him angry.  You’d watched him kill before, knew he was capable of immense violence, but this was different. 

The victim tried to wrest her face away from him, made eye contact with you again, but before she could even attempt to speak, Bo’s fingers plunged into the wounds on her abdomen almost to the second knuckle. 

Her scream was bloodcurdling but Bo was louder as he roared, “What did I fucking say?! You don’t get to look at them!” 

The screams devolved into sobs and Bo chuckled darkly, shook his head.  “Y’got pretty eyes, honey, bet my brother can make somethin’ nice with ‘em.  If you wanna keep ‘em in your head, you look at me when I’m talkin’ to you.  Y’understand?”  She nodded, whimpering, and he leaned forward, pressed his lips to her forehead.  “You understand.  You be good for me and I won’t make this any longer than it has to be.”

A delicious chill ran down your spine.  He was terrifying, your Bo. 

He wiped a bloody tear from the victim’s cheek, whispered something to her that you couldn’t make out.  You were captivated by the blood on his fingers, the way he adjusted his grip on the knife, his presence filling the room, unassailable, aggressive. 

The victim looked up at him, pleading around the gag.  He shushed her, lifted her chin with the blade of the knife, shook his head.  With one flick of the wrist he opened a slice on the curve of her jaw.  The blood spattered his cheek.

He glanced at you, did a double-take, raised an eyebrow.  “You okay, darlin’?  You need to leave?” 

God, he was handsome.  The fluorescents caught the immaculate angles of his face.  The concern in his expression for you even as he inflicted brutality on this poor stranger made you weak. 

You found your voice at last.  “I’m okay.” 

His worry dissolved.  A wicked smile crept across his face.  “You’re more than okay, ain’tcha?” 

You tried to suppress it.  You tried to remind yourself you should have some decorum, a shred of self-respect.  But he straightened up to his full height, faced you with a devilish glint in his eye, and that was the end of it. 

“Get over here.” 

You obeyed.  You barely felt the concrete floor beneath your feet. 

He flipped the knife back and forth in his fingers.  “You like watchin’ me, darlin’?”  You nodded.  “That’s bad.  You oughta be ashamed of yourself.” 

You lowered your gaze to his lips.  “I’m sorry.” 

Bo tilted his head, grinned at you.  “You little monster.”  He tipped your face up with one crimson finger beneath your chin and kissed you slowly, deep and hungry.  His teeth caught your lip and tugged.  “On your knees,” he murmured with his mouth less than a breath from yours. 

You sank like a stone.  The way your pants tightened between your legs was unbearable.  You looked up at him expectantly, the whimpers from the victim next to you all but fading from register. 

He regarded you with a mixture of affection and arrogance.  You hadn’t seen him exude this kind of confidence, this kind of control, anywhere else, not even in bed.  You would’ve kissed his boots if he told you to. 

His head veritably lolled to the side and he addressed the woman in the chair.  “You have my permission to look, honey.”  His attention returned to you and he gave you a nod. 

With quick, precise movements, you unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped his fly, worked him out of his boxers.  He was hard already.  You waited, lips parted, eyes locked on his, until he said, “You know what I want, darlin’,” and then you took him in your mouth to his base in two slow, desperate motions.  He allowed his head to fall back with a contented groan, tightening his grip on the knife still in his hand. 

You worked your head back and forth, easing him deeper, bumping against the back of your palate.  Your hands brushed his hips, his thighs, anxious to touch him everywhere at once.  The knife hung heavy in your periphery.  Part of you wanted to drive him to weakness, stimulate him until he couldn’t think straight.  Part of you wanted him to pin you against the wall and fuck your throat. 

Bo licked his lips, cradled the back of your skull with his palm, thrust himself deeper.  “That’s good, darlin’, that’s real good.”  He shot the victim a smug look.  “I’ll be right back with you, honey, don’t you worry.  God, baby.”  You moaned around him, shifting your weight back and forth, desperate for friction.  “Got you real hot and bothered, huh?” 

There was a frantic rattling sound as the woman focused all her efforts on freeing her right hand.  The duct tape stretched as she twisted her wrist, breathing hard. 

With a huff, Bo steadied you with a hand on your cheek and plunged the knife into the victim’s forearm.  She screamed, thrashing in the chair, and he sneered at her as he refocused his attention on you. 

He caressed your jaw, smearing bloody fingermarks across your skin.  “What if I fuck you right here, angel?  Would you like that?” 

You gazed up at him eagerly, pupils blown, and nodded. 

“You’re gonna have an audience.  ‘S that okay with you?” 

You circled his frenulum with your tongue, felt the heat rise in your cheeks. 

“I thought so.”  He held your chin and pulled away from you, regarding you with something like pride.  “Take your clothes off, sweetness, I want you right now.” 

You couldn’t get them off fast enough.  He pulled you to your feet with absolute chivalry, yanked you to the table nearby, grasped the back of your neck and bent you forward.  You were less than five feet from the victim, Bo positioned at an angle between you. 

You felt his hips against your ass, his erection sliding between your legs, his chest pressing against your back.  “Want me so bad you can’t even wait for me to kill this bitch, huh?”  he murmured in your ear.  “Shameful, darlin’.  Filthy.  Someone oughta take a belt to that ass.”

You arched against him, moaned his name. 

“Behave yourself,” he warned, his hand drifting over your throat, crimson fingerprints on your skin.  “I wanna take my time with you.” He pulled open a drawer and took out a bottle of lube, worked it in and around your entrance with calloused fingers. His touch was covetous, his fingertips teasing.

You all but writhed against him, desperate for him, the smell of blood sharp in your nose.  He parted your legs with his knee before he forced himself into you all at once, almost to his base, and you keened, threw your head back, ground yourself backwards to push him in deeper. 

“What did I fuckin’ say, you dirty thing?”  You could hear the laughter in his voice.  “God, I’m gonna have to start killin’ people in the streets for you.  And here I thought you were so wholesome.”  Bo snapped his hips experimentally, pinching his tongue between his teeth in satisfaction at the sound you made.  “You like bein’ fucked by a bad man, baby?  You’re gonna make me worse if you don’t calm down.” 

He looked over his shoulder at the victim, who was dissociating in shocked silence.  “Now you oughta speak up there, sweetheart.” 

He grabbed the screwdriver and gave it a twist.  She screamed.  Bo smirked, thrust into you with such force you saw stars. 

His hands wandered over your body, his touch tender and violent, stroking, squeezing, pinching, dragging his nails down your ribs.  His fingers found your sex and he caressed you ruthlessly.  You felt exposed, at his mercy, deliciously used, absolutely despicable.  The pace of his hips was relentless. 

When your legs were shaking, Bo twisted his fist in your hair, tugged your head back to his lips.  His teeth nipped at your earlobe.  “Oh, darlin’,” he whispered, “I think I’ve ruined you.”

Your eyes flew open.  The last of your nerves snapped into place.  You gripped the table.  “Bo – ”

“Why don’t we seal the deal, angel?”  He pressed his lips to the skin behind your ear and demanded, in a low and sugary growl, “Cum for me right now.”

You collapsed into irresistible spasms, wracked with pleasure, choking out a gasp at the sheer force of your orgasm.  Bo practically purred as you contracted around him, his forehead against the back of your skull, mumbling praise as he slipped smoothly over the edge. 

Completely spent, you slumped over the tabletop, flinching when he took a bite out of your shoulder.  He kissed the same spot right after.  “You’re quite the sight, doll.”  He nuzzled your cheek.  “Why don’t you head up to the house and wait for me?  I wanna hold you for a while.” 

You stood up slowly, accepted your clothes as he handed them to you.  You glanced at the victim. Her eyes were glazed over, face pale, breathing deep and tremulous. Her struggles had ceased.

“You won’t be long, will you?”  Already you felt lonesome and he was mere feet away, pulling his jeans back on. 

“Be there before you know it.”  He flashed you an absolutely winning smile, the kind that charmed old ladies and pierced prom queens’ hearts, that made people feel seen, put them at ease. 

“I got somethin’ to finish up here first.” 

#asks #anon asks

[whateverisbeautiful]

🀄️ My Top 10 Most Anticipated Moments in the Richonne spin-off:

It's been like one long celebration in my mind since it was confirmed Richonne is coming back to us. We're finally going to see Rick and Michonne's story continue and close out in what I believe will be a truly beautiful way. I'll forever be rejoicing over them and this spinoff. While I don't know what all is in store, I compiled the ten things I most can't wait for and hope to see when our lovely Richonne returns.

#1: Michonne telling Rick they have a son 🥹

For some reason imagining this moment when Rick first learns he has a son is what chokes me up the most. This exchange makes me emotional for so many reasons but especially because Michonne didn’t know if she’d ever get to look at Rick and tell him that they really did build for the future like they wanted. But now she will, and Rick will get to know the child he wanted with her is really alive and well and out there somewhere. I’m so curious how she’ll reveal the news about their adorable little prince. And I’m especially curious how Rick will react. I know it’ll be so emotional and rewarding to see and I cannot wait.

#2: The moment Rick and Michonne reunite 🥳

This epic love story is bound to have an epic first reunion between them. There are so many amazing ways their initial reunion could go. I keep thinking about who will lay eyes on the other first. How shocked will they be that they’re really back together at that moment, etc. All I know is it’ll have me ascending the second we have R&M back on screen together. And whether the moment is a quiet or busy one, the emotion will be palpable, riveting, and beautiful.

#3: Rick and Michonne reuniting with their kids and Rick officially meeting RJ 🥰

When the Grimes family is back together, the joy (and waterworks) will be never-ending. I am so stoked about this moment. I can’t wait for Mama Michonne to be back with her kids. I can’t wait for Judith to finally get to embrace her dad as Rick gets to see how incredible she grew up to be (and how much she’s like Michonne.) I’m excited that Andy and Cailey will likely get to act together finally. Plus I'm excited for Rick to hear Judith call Michonne mom since we hadn’t had a scene of that when he was still on the show.

And among this Grimes family reunion is also an extremely significant Grimes family introduction so you already know I am beyond excited and anticipating Rick finally meeting his son RJ. That moment will end me and I ain’t mad at it. I so hope they keep the original RJ actor just so it doesn’t feel as much like a random kid. But no matter what, I will be absolutely elated to see this father and son, Rick and RJ Grimes, together at last.

#4: Hearing Rick call Michonne his wife & officially hearing “Michonne Grimes” at some point in the show 😍

Tbh this is not just a want for me, it’s a need lol. I so badly hope to hear Rick refer to Michonne as his wife. Don’t get me wrong, if we don’t get it that doesn’t make the relationship less valid. They’re a love supreme regardless. I just feel like with Michonne wearing his ring, it’s clear she views him as a husband and she’s so clearly his wife so I’d love to hear him say it. And I really want it to just be officially canon that she is Michonne Grimes. That way all the publications that report on them can call them what they are. They are as married as can be lol. And I’d love to hear that confirmed in the show.

#5: A Kiss Of Life 😇

No one does passion like Richonne. Period. I love every heavenly kiss of theirs and I hope we get several (well-lit) ones in the spin-off, but especially one that rivals my current fav - the KOL in 7x05.

#6: “I Love You’s” and every sweet vocalization of that sentiment ☺️

Rick and Michonne have both said so many seriously sweet and romantic stuff to each other on TWD. Like it could be a whole other list of its own. And I’m so looking forward to more of those lines that just stop you in your tracks at how beautiful, adoring, and loving they are. And I’d of course love to hear blatant I Love You’s again too.

#7: A Carl reference 😭

I feel there’s gotta be some reference to Carl in the spin-off, even if subtle. R&M love him too much for Carl to just not be mentioned. So I’m looking forward to how the memory of Carl will be honored through them. Plus, a heartfelt Carl reference along with the Grimes family reunion means every member of Grimes 2.0 will have been noted in the spin-off. I also personally would love to finally hear what Carl wrote in his letter to Michonne, even tho I know time is limited with just 6 eps. No matter what we get, I’m looking forward to any moving recognition of the kid who helped Rick and Michonne see they were meant to be family.

#8: Richonne’s versatility and layers on display 🤩

Rick and Michonne are all things and I adore every side of their versatile characters and relationship. So I cannot wait for those quieter private moments between them where they get to be human with each other and just give each other life in every way. I know with just 6 eps we won’t see Rick get briefed on all he missed while away, but I’m curious what he will learn about. Like I could see him reacting to her X scar at the least. And then of course, since Rick and Michonne are also the baddest to ever do it, I can’t wait to see them back to being a force to be reckoned with together and fighting the fight like the icons they are.

#9: Callbacks & Parallels 😉

I’m always here for a Richonne callback and good parallels. And they’ve had some great callbacks in the past, from protein bars to damn gorgeous cat statues, so I’m looking forward to more. One parallel I’d personally love is hearing Rick reflect on Michonne with someone, similar to how she reflected on him in season 10 with the “that walk” scene. Like I love that we got to hear Michonne remark on an outer attribute she loved of his and I’d love to hear Rick voice a physical quality he loves and misses too. And I also wouldn’t be surprised if there’s an indicator that during their time apart Rick hallucinated or talked to her like she talked to him. You know they both tend to see thangs lol. So it would be fitting. But all and all, these two both have been shown to be really sentimental when it comes to each other so I’m curious what all they’ll recall and what parallels will be made.

#10: Rick and Michonne getting a happy ending and growing old together 🤗

Ok this is just my personal biggest wish for the greatest couple of all time. They so deserve a happy ending. I hope we get to know and even see that they closed out their story growing old together and having got lots of time with their children and their eventual grandchildren. Like I just keep having this final vision of the two of them older and still as in love as ever while having a sweet dynamic with an adult RJ and Judith. And imagine seeing Rick holding RJ’s baby after not getting to hold him as a baby. 😭 And then of course in my ideal world we’d just end the series and their story with a final shot of Rick and Michonne holding hands. It’s their signature thing. ☺️

These moments and more are what I’m hoping for and looking forward to, but I’ll be happy and grateful for whatever is in store during the final chapter of our precious Richonne’s awe-inspiring story. We’ve been blessed ten times over by the fact that a literal Richonne miniseries exists (like seriously couldn’t even dream of a better conclusion for them than a show dedicated to them that is actively being marketed as an epic love story) and I can’t wait for the Richonne gold to just keep pouring in. Richonne has been gold since the beginning and will be til the very end. 👌🏽😌

#richonne

[moonchildquinn]

Joe breathes and i lose my shit...i ain’t even mad about it this is the most joy i’ve had in so long

LIKE LOOK AT THIS PRECIOUS BABY ANGEL

he makes me all 🥰🥰🥰🥰 24/7

#sometimes though i’m all 😈😈😈😈 #depends on the day ya know? #joseph quinn #joe quinn

[linhfoxmoive]

“The many faces of Rosie” -A quote by @malue-505 (After I had spammed her with multiple photos of just Rosie’s face expressions and fangirling 💀)

Quick heads up! I’m not sure if this can count as spoilers for Hazbin Hotel (Which by the way if you haven’t watched it yet, you should cause in my own personal opinion I think it’s pretty cool so far!) if it’s just cropped pictures of one singular character, plus the beloved red deer dude in one of them psshtthhsh shhh- And a random goofy mini personal theory rant. But uh, yeah you’ve been warned! :)

Another warning!! Imma become a mad limp simp in this post and rant about Rosie being adorable, cause uh it’s fun for me and this is my blog so yeah <3 If you don’t want to see that, then just ignore all the text and just brief by the pictures I suppose? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Honestly I live for Rosie doing, “:O”!! It makes me so happy, help, it’s what motivated me to make this post ngl 😭❤️

I just keep thinking of it as like, Rosie pog face moment lmao 😩

THIS FACE THOUGH D: (The urge I get from this to be like: “Look what’ve you done, what did you do to make Rosie so shooketh? HM? 🫵🤨)

Look at her..just LOOK at her! She’s just utterly flabbergasted for at least two whole scenes!? 😤

Oki teehee, nevermind cause she happi now, look at her smile 😊

AHEM, I still have more Rosie pictures to share! Though I just wanna drop a thanks to @malue-505, for just listening to my yapping about Rosie lmao and helping me get some of these photos after I asked her if she could for me &lt;3

Anyways her design is so slayyy, like have I mentioned that I love her yet? 🤭

AAA she’s so smug with that face, I’m a sucker for fancy lady characters with sharp teeth gah!! 🤩

Dude. The way she just sits there so politely and smiles… 🥺 (Also ignore Alastor in the last photo, this ain’t about him 😒)

Mwahs for Rosie cause she needs more love I swear!! I feel like before the actual show and when we only had the pilot to go off of Rosie wasn’t talked about enough! Maybe cause she appeared in only like one shot, but either way- I just really like her :’D

This image GOT me though man, she has that kind of smile where it’s like you just told her the most devastating news ever and she wasn’t fully listening. So she started to smile and nod while you’re standing there dumbfounded by that reaction 😀👍

Last photo of her here I swear (For now at least lmao :>), anyways I don’t know why but I got a feeling/mini theory that in the “Hello Rosie” episode that’s about to drop. Alastor finna callup home girl girlie Rosie and ask her if she can bring all of the cannibals from the colony to help defend the hotel from the upcoming heavenly attack. Or just use the cannibals to help rebuild the hotel once it most likely gets destroyed from the extermination 😍 It probably won’t happen cause Alastor could just probably have the power to do it himself, but it’s just really funny for me to imagine :’D

But I mean hey, think about it!! Maybe Rosie will wanna help cause then just like Alastor did during the overlord meeting, she’ll and the other cannibals will get to have a taste of an angel or something 💀

Conclusion: I just adore Rosie, she’s neat to me and her faces so far are fricken adorable to me!! I can’t wait to hear what she’ll sound like, especially when singing gahh! Definitely one of my top favorite characters 🥰

#hazbin hotel #rosie hazbin hotel #ignore my doo doo trash quality of the images #link's rant post #no I don’t care if she didn’t speak a single line that entire episode she first appeared in 🙄 #she’s still so bbg to me and such a sweetheart <33 #and no Ducky I do not care if she’s a cannibal that just adds onto a point for why I like her!! >:( #I mean what who said that uh #anyways so totes McGee you can’t guess who one of my favorite characters are at all 😼👍 #also I did compulsively draw her and will post it eventually… ☺️ #(bro on gosh the way I spent days having this post in drafts is crazy to me 💀)

[rui-drawsbox]

I’ve got so much work recently that the brain ain’t filled up yet but I have a couple ideas for the magical girl au :):):):) back on my usual bullshit lmao ✨✨✨

K so these mfers (Knights + Mika + Shu(eventually, give him time, a season two breakdown and a redemption arc) ) should go song karaoke together. They deserve it after all the horrors tbh. The little doll man should get to experience the epic highs and lows of awful greasy pizza at an establishment that isn’t a restaurant. Tsukasa, Izumi, and Shu should also be subjected to it tbh. Tsukasa might like it <3 Izumi and Shu however… malding, screaming and dying even.

Anyways it would be funny as hell if Shu also went to school with the knights. Cuz he’s the same age as Izumi and Leo anyways. Bruh, Arashi could just think that Shu is Mika’s crush 💀💀💀. On god that could make for some top tier comedic interactions. Mostly Arashi teasing Mika about his crush, and Mika frantically trying to assure her that it isn’t a crush cuz he wouldn’t be caught dead catching feelings for his boss. Meanwhile the idea that he could have a crush on his boss has been planted in the back of his mind and it’s only gonna keep growing. I feel like this would be funny for two reasons, one: hijinks, two: bigger emotional payoff when Mika does decide to leave him <<<333 break both of their hearts in one foul swoop.

also Leo being a menace to Shu. They should be in the same class. It would be funny.

Back on my fighting bullshit. I feel like Shu would never fight with his hands or with blades tbh. I feel like he would use a bunch of smaller dolls after losing Mika. Ones that he considers imperfect or something, idk man, something symbolic. + the dolls could almost look like they’re already falling apart and they deteriorate more and more as his mental state deteriorates (not as an in universe thing, just as a visual symbol for the audience to emphasize that Shu is breaking down lmao)

Also Shu and Mika should kiss. Arashi is the #1 wing woman tbh. I love her so much. She deserves to wear a pretty dress like in those super magical girl forms. Like madoka’s at the end of madoka magica when she does the thing, or any of the really powerful forms in precure.

also arashi should punch Shu in the face at one point. I’m thinking about him getting her sword away from her with dolls and being like “Hah! It seems as if you weren’t prepared for this eventuality girl! Kakakakaka! Now that I’ve disarmed you it’s impossible for you to defeat me! Now then, if you’ll excuse me I have more important matters to-” “AGHH!? You, you ignorant girl! You, you imbecile! Why I can’t believe you would-“ she raised her fist again so he finally shut the fuck up. He’s learning 🥰🥰🥰. Mika is probably upset about Shu getting punch tbh. Like he knows why Shu deserved it but he’s still a bit upset. He ain’t mad tho. Shu needed to have some sense beaten into him for once ✨✨✨.

I’m done for now ✨🥰✨🥰✨😎😎😎😎

I kind of want to write out a whole anime plot tbh. If I actually get around to finishing my current fic I might write an outline for this sometime tbh. If I get it done I’ll probably come drop it in your ask box unannounced. Or I’ll make a post and @you in it cuz that might be easier if it’s a whole ass outline.

I love ur ideas even though i forgot answer this ngl JSBDKS Drawings to compensate! It's the only i can do haha!

Anyways, this scene is definitely in the ending of the second season or an OVA about the 7 having daily adolescence adventures like they should had since the start lol

I feel like Leo would be an usual costumer in the karaoke, actually, this would be the group's hideout jsbfjs

Now, I love the idea of Mika staring too long to Shu in the corridors of the school and then Arashi notices and starts teasing him

Mika: no way i could possibly like my boss! He's just so cool and composed and smart and-

Shu, in his classroom:

And yes i think Shu and Mika should kiss, but i also think that Arashi and Mika should kiss, so my offer is:

Arashi: this is my boyfriend, Mika. And this Mika's boyfriend, Shu.

Basically, shumika=second chance trope, aramika=friends to lovers trope. And i love it

You know that i was thinking exactly the same about Shu's powers? He could never fight someone by himself, he would break before a finger lands on him jabfjsj

So yeah, i belive that he would have a dolls/mannequin army. In the first episodes he only uses Mika because he's the strongest, but when he loses him he would starts using unfinished dolls to fight, and with the pasta of episodes there would be more and more dolls but with a worse quality! Like Mika>Metal dolls>Wood dolls>Ceramic/industrial mannequins?. They would start being extremely fragile, like his mental stability😊!

You know Santa Clous from Chainsaw Man? Yeah i see Shu with a similar power but less OP ofc. Like he can control the movements/minds(?) of his artificial dolls but not people, Mika is the exception! Because Mika considered himself like Shu's doll! Once he starts making choices by himself he couldnt be controlled anymore!

Back to Arashi, im 100% sure that her powerup/god form has longer hair, following the more hair=more power formula. I also want to give the nerf or smth that have so much power she has to lose a lot of her humanity sense! She would become this "Justice God" or smth without emotions and the rest of her friends would have to fight/convince her back into normal!

Now. Yes. Arashi should punch people. Arashi should beat the shit out of people. Arashi should beat the shit out of Shu. I didn't gave her armor gloves for nothing.

Yes. Queen. Be scary. Be intimidating. Be your enemy's worst nightmare.

And you want to write the plot while i want to anímate the fucking fight scenes oUT OF MY HEAD I SWEAR IT WOULD LOOK SO COOL IF I KNEW HOW TO ANIMATE UGHH

I would love to read whatever you write about this au too! I'll read every ask you drop here even if i take forever to answer haha;;

#rui draw smth #ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars fanart #arashi narukami #mika kagehira #shu itsuki #(omg magical girl arashi) #leo tsukinaga #izumi sena #ritsu sakuma #tsukasa suou #if smth doesnt makes sense. it's 6:30AM i just came back from the carnavals in my city haha. #enstars magical knights au

[jinkicake]

Adding back to my “Lilith died so Lucifer could get laid” theory. I read a fic years ago about Lilith meeting mc and mc wants to fight God (understandable) and Lilith isn’t mad she’s calm asf just happy to finally meet her and she’s like???? “Aren’t you pissed??? You literally died just to come back up to the celestial realm” And Lilith is holding back a laugh like “mc, beloved if I had ent died and the war never happened where would you be?” And she’s like 😀🙂 oh okay. Like damn,,,, we would have never gotten to meet them! And Satan wouldn’t exist🥲 like that’s so said to think and IK the brothers don’t want to hear that. So imagine like idk how marrying 7 people at once would go but it’s your wedding or some type of “we swear to be together for eternity” ceremony and it’s all fun and cool even some of the angels who were against them are there bc like CANNOT keep his mouth shut about his fav big sibling getting married and Michael was like oh it gotta be here for the drama👀 maybe diavolo would walk mc down the isle but like lmao he’s apart of my harem too💀 might have to wake his dad up for that one. Or they walk to us and Lucifer is the last to go for he feels this overwhelming familiar presence and freezes and god has to give a speech bc lmao he does what he wants CLEARLY. The brothers feel every emotion at once, sadness, fear, rage and confusion they don’t even know what to do as they were stunned into silence and diavolo is like 😅what do you need?? And he starts some long speech about how they’re still his kids and Lucifer was his favorite before he drops the bomb that he sacrificed Lilith so mc could be born bc their his soulmate💀 bc if mr all seeing eye can know the past present and future why ain’t he do something before?? Why did he let that human being born?? He sat back and watched lmao and Michael helped!! So he’s like “yeaaaaaahh remember when I told you you need to loosen up and get laid?,,,, we’ll nobody was good enough for you so I had to make your soulmate from hand🥰” and literally people are about to pass out bc HUH??? PEOPLE DIED MAN!! Michael is like “no yeah can confirm I thought it was crazy too when he first told me” Lilith is a lil salty bc she wasn’t in on it but 🤷🏿‍♂️ she took one for the team. Imagine belphie bc he’s always the quickest to anger when it comes to this flips his shit and is like?? What the FUCK is wrong with you so you know how much suffering you put us through??? And Michael pipes up and is like “are you mad when you’re getting your dick wet??? Okay then relax” Aiken can’t even be like “what an odd turn of events” bc they can get his ass too “yeah we sent you to this exchange program for a reason lmao. No offense but you are NOT my strongest soldier. Pussy had you in your knees more than prayer ik that was a set up.”😭😭so before he’s like yeah so mc was MY gift to you, uh your welcome! Bc it was FR only for Lucifer but he might have added a lil too much charisma, and when he gives his well wishes he sends a shit eating grin and a wink over to diavolo and makes a comment on how well his plan to unify the realms is coming along and he hopes to be In attendance for his wedding and he’s like “excuse me???” Barbatos can’t even see wtf he’s talking about😭 but like since Lilith wasn’t an angel or demon when she fell she was like a mix of both and mc is a human if they had a kid it would be all three🤭 rip tho bc they’re all gunna be way more possessive when they fuck you I fear. Now when they say shit like “you’re taking it so well like you were made for me” THEY REALLY MEAN IT Lucifer gets a little rush of serotonin when he sees you on your knees for him and he is reminded that it’s all for him, and nobody can stop him from destroying your insides come morning, Belphegor who would get hitter over remembering watching Lilith perish before his eyes looming at it in a new light and taking it out on you. “Aren’t you gunna take responsibility for all the trouble you’ve me? The time spent in the attic” when he’s making your brain liquid

omg this makes me wonder who the demons would choose... mc or lilith like i know they would pick mc but also... would they?

no but like what if michael did all that and then mc chose to be with like barbatos or simeon HAHAH for me they would win five times out of seven.... the only people im NOT choosing over them is luci and mammon...

#sarahandoikawatalkshit

[melis-writes]

Hey, Mel

Hope you’re doing okay! 💝

I’ve got an idea for a prompt here:

Tony has to pick up Elvira’s friend, who has a huge crush on him but she always acts like she hates his guts. They have a huge argument in the car, and then well…things get a bit steamy ;)

The prompt could begin with the following line:

“What the hell are you doing here, Tony?”.

Thank you for the prompt suggestion, lovely!! I hope you have an incredible week. 🥰🙏🏻 I had maybe a little too much fun writing this steamy, argumentative prompt. 😛😏

Clutching your purse with one hand and brushing aside the stray strands of your hair swept across your face from the wind, you make your way out of the Babylon Club and past the ever growing line of guests waiting to get in.

Letting out a deep breath to relax from the sweaty and stuffed ambience of the club to fresh evening air, you’re barely even able to walk towards the parking lot before you let out a loud gasp and stumble back.

With his foot on the gas pedal revving up his red Corvette Stingray sports car, Tony doesn’t waste anytime in immediately driving the car right up to you which catches you completely off guard.

“What the hell are you doing here, Tony?” You scowl, almost tripping back over your six-inch heels to see Frank Lopez’s favourite Miami druglord giving you his signature shit-eating grin.

“Where you goin’ so fast without me baby?” Tony taps his fingers against his leather steering wheel.

“Somewhere where you’re not making a scene, that’s where.” You roll your eyes, just about to turn on your heel when Tony honks his car.

Freezing in your tracks and noticing people are starting to look over from the entrance of the Babylon and to you both, you immediately spin back around and glare at Tony. “Seriously?”

“What you so mad for?” Tony throws his hands up in surrender, gesturing to the passenger seat next to him. “Elvira said to pick you up, you know. Don’t act like you ain’t know I was coming, baby.”

“Does Elvira know you call me ‘baby?’” Refusing to make an even bigger embarrassment of yourself from Tony’s theatrics, you swat Tony’s hand away from the car door and pull it open yourself.

“Sure.” Tony grins, shrugging his shoulders. “Ya wanna tell her yourself?”

“Uh huh.” You mumble sarcastically, rolling your eyes as you take your seat. “You could have called me beforehand or something.”

“Yeah, imma call the lady who never picks up her phone. Ey—” Tony takes your purse, carelessly tossing it to the backseat. “Just put that in the back and relax, eh? First time you in my new car.”

Your eyes widen to see your purse flying into the backseat but you press your lips down together, crossing your arms. “Just take me home already, I don’t care.”

“Yeah, yeah, you know I’m gonna.” Unphased by your show of attitude, Tony begins to reverse his car out of the parking lot with his usual, reckless style of speedy driving.

“Your car isn’t going to last long—” you grunt, quickly putting on your seatbelt, “if you keep driving like a maniac.”

“Ey, what’s your problem man?” Tony smirks, stepping on the gas again as he hits the road. “I come say hello, I pick you up, you hate me already. No hi for me?” Tony reaches into the collar of his red Hawaiian shirt, undoing a few more buttons to expose his chest.

“What’s my problem?” You scoff, pointing at your chest. “Do you see yourself? Everybody was looking at us!”

“Yeah? I don’t blame them.” Tony grips his steering wheel, drifting his car over the road effortlessly. “They see me and you—they like.”

“There is no me and you, Tony.” You sigh loudly to get the point across, turning your head away from him.

“Glad you say that,” Tony playfully nudges you with his elbow, “that’s why you tell Manny you like me, huh?”

“What?” You blink, facing Tony again almost instantly.

“Yeah, yeah.” Tony laughs, nodding. “Manny say you like me.”

“Manny’s making shit up, then.” You narrow your eyes. “I didn’t tell him a thing.”

“No, you didn’t.” Tony winks at you, stopping at a red light. “I heard it on the phone.”

“Shut up, Tony.” Your cheeks flare bright red in blush as you brush him off. “That’s not even remotely what I said.”

“Then why you tell Manny ‘Tony cute’ like that? Huh?” Tony snickers, wrapping his free arm around your shoulders and pulling you in closer to him. “I like that. I wanna hear you say it again.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You mutter, refusing to give into his antics. “I was drunk.”

“Drunk, huh?” Tony’s not buying it as he steps on the gas on full force, driving over a speedbump like nothing.  “Come on, say it again.”

“Why don’t you stop the car—” you shove Tony’s arm off of you, “and just let me out so I can get a cab home instead, huh?”

“Why? Because I tease you like this?” Tony chuckles, licking over his lips. “Yeah, yeah—” he playfully pinches your cheek, “see, cheeks are red. Oh you blushing.”

“Stop the car.” You reach your hand over to grab the steering wheel.

“Ah, ah,” Tony grabs your hand with his, lacing his fingers with you. “I’mma stop the car but not in the middle of the road—you crazy? Or I drive you crazy?”

“God.” You groan, rubbing your temples in annoyance. “Just pull over somewhere already!”

“Aight, aight! What you gotta get so feisty for, man?” Tony takes a turn down into a neighborhood, “happy now? See, imma park here.” Tony swerves towards the sidewalk, slamming on the breaks abdruptly.

“My God, Tony!” You exclaim, fuming as you face him. “Do you do this shit on purpose to me?!”

“To get you like this?” Tony winks, “oh yeah. You gonna get outta the car now and walk in shoes like that?”

“Maybe, what’s it to you?” You quickly unbuckle your seatbelt.

“Then imma drive down the neighborhood until you give up.” Playfulness flashes in Tony’s eyes. “Then you gonna get back in here and Elvira gonna ask why you so late. You gonna tell her you were busy doing what?”

Your eyes dart to Tony’s chest, watching his fingers adorned with gold and ruby encrusted rings playing with the chains adorning over his collarbones.

Even the peek of chest hair and Tony’s relaxed, flirty demeanour does nothing but prove further to you that you can ignore his teasing all you want—you can pretend you haven’t thought of taking your best friend’s man to your bed before, but your body can’t deny it for long.

Before the two of you are even aware of what’s going on, the last thing you tell yourself is, ‘fuck it’ before you find yourself cupping Tony’s cheeks and pulling him into a rough kiss.

As if Tony’s been waiting for you to make such a move all night, he doesn’t hesitate in moving his body closer to yours and eagerly kissing you back.

Your eyes flutter shut as you feel Tony’s lips crush over yours—tasting faint whiskey and Cuban cigars over his mouth you know you’ll never forget.

“Now you talkin’ to me, baby—” Tony parts his lips apart from yours just to catch his breath before he wraps his arms around your waist tightly and pulls you over to the driver’s seat.

Clutching your hands over Tony’s shoulders and digging your fingernails in, you straddle his lap in a hurry and let Tony’s tongue slowly snake around yours.

You moan into Tony’s mouth, finding his curious and needy hands squeezing at your breasts through your skin tight, little black dress before they roam down to your ass.

Your stillettos fall off your feet as you press your thighs against Tony’s, insisting to take out all your sexual frustration on him tonight with all his flirting and forwardness.

One hand in your hair to pull you onto him and one on the side of his car seat to recline it almost all the way back, you feel Tony’s growing erection pressing up against your stomach.

You groan before you pull away from the heated kiss, a string of spit from Tony and your mouth parting.

Tony’s hands remain up your dress, squeezing your thighs as he looks at you expectantly. “What ya gonna tell Elvira?”

“I’m not gonna tell Elvira shit.” You breathe out shakily, pulling down the straps of your dress off your shoulders to let your breasts spill free. “And neither are you.”

Tony’s eyes widen in amusement as he throws off his leather belt and unzips his trousers with a smirk over his lips. “That’s what I like, baby.”

#Tony Montana fanfic #Scarface au #Tony Montana #scarface smut prompts #scarface smut #tony montana x reader