#lexi in the last gif..

[cowboyshit]

#lexy nair #aew collision #aew #all elite wrestling #aewedit #mine: gifs #my gifs: lexy nair #lexys expressions killed me lmao #especially the last one fdjfgjkgf

[bastardmandennis]

r u mine? (neighbor!joel x fem!reader)

Summary: Three weeks after your car breaks down in front of Joel’s house, you still haven’t heard from him. You decide to take matters into your own hands at a neighborhood party.

Warnings: SMUT! (you’ve been warned), age gap (reader is mid-20s, Joel is late 30s), no y/n or physical description of reader, takes place in 1997 bc i said so (no outbreak!), more plot (sorry), oral (f receiving), slight blue balling (srry). MISCOMMUNICATION ‼️, jealous joel, slight omc/reader (for like 0.5 seconds just trust me). one (1) singular dad joke, mentions of sarah’s mom, sarah, and tommy. i think that’s it but pls let me know if i missed something!

WC: 4.4k (🫣)

A/N: we’re back baby!! neighbor joel is here again. u don’t necessarily need to read the first part to understand, but it will add some context. title is from the arctic monkeys song of the same name bc i still think it’s 2014. posting this on my lunch break (woops) so apologies if there’s any weird formatting issues! thank you for reading xo

He looks pissed, just like he did on the porch. Brows furrowed, a scowl pulling at his features. He’s ditched the flannel today, opting for a short sleeve t-shirt that stretches across his chest and his usual dark jeans. He looks good, like he always does. Until he opens his mouth and ruins it. He just his chin out at the backyard. “That your new boy toy?” “Seriously, Joel?” The nerve of this fucking guy. “He’s…a friend.” “Yeah?” he asks. Moves closer until he’s boxing you in against the counter, fingers toying with the hem of your dress. “You wear pretty dresses like this for all your friends, sweetheart?”

Three weeks.

It’s been three weeks since your car broke down. Three weeks since your little incident with Joel Miller, as you’re calling it. And while your car has been fixed and is finally running smoothly, you can’t say the same for your…whatever is going on with Joel.

You’ve seen him plenty since then, sure. He’s a constant presence around the neighborhood–taking Sarah around the cul-de-sac so she can ride her bike after dinner, helping the old man down the road trim his bushes, sitting on his front porch until long after the sun sets with his guitar in one hand and a beer in the other. You can’t escape him, but he hasn’t reached out once since then. Nothing but radio silence.

It’s not like he didn’t know how to get in contact with you–you’re three houses away from each other, for fuck’s sake. And you’d exchanged phone numbers before you left, he’d given you a lingering kiss goodbye, walked you to the door, watched you stumble back to your house. Your stomach was in knots the next day, waiting to see if he’d call, imagining what you’d say—Hey Joel, I had a real good time, will you let me come over again and suck your dick? Ugh, no–too much. As the days passed and you didn’t hear anything, the knot of anticipation slowly turned to anxiety, then anger.

A one and done, huh? Whatever, not like you were expecting to gain a steady boyfriend out of it but–he could’ve at least had the decency to let you down easy, instead of just ignoring you. Who even does that? And you know he saw you too, felt his eyes linger on you as you walked the dog around the neighborhood. When you stopped to chat with Mary, the woman who lived in the house between yours and Joel’s, there he was outside unloading tools from the truck. When your friend Luke dropped you off after a party one night, depositing you on your porch with a kiss on the cheek, you could see Joel watching the whole thing from his porch. You’d finally looked over and waved politely, neighborly, and felt a smug little thrill as his jaw clenched and he’d stalked inside.

So that was that.

And you couldn’t call him, of course–or rather, call him again. You did try to call him one night after dinner, bringing the cordless phone into your room and quickly shutting the door so your parents wouldn’t hear. Your hands shook as you dialed the number you’d memorized by now, holding your breath as it rang and rang and rang until finally, someone answered.

But it wasn’t Joel.

No, it was a woman who answered Joel’s phone. You could hear the smile in her voice as she said, “Hello, Miller residence–stop it, Joel!” More laughter in the background, like she was holding the phone away from her face. Well. Definitely the right number, then. You considered hanging up and decided fuck it, gripping the phone even tighter against your ear.

“Is, um. Is Joel there?”

The woman sounded distracted. “Huh? Yeah, he’s right here–take the phone Joel, Jesus.” Her shrill giggles echoed as he scrambled for the phone.

“Hello?” His voice was light, airy. You’d never heard him sound so…happy. Heart pounding, you’d hung up before he could say anything else. If he could move on that quickly, well, so would you.

Easier said than done.

Your friend Kelli had been dying to hook you up with her brother’s roommate, but you’d always been hesitant, not really looking for anything serious. With Joel though, it felt…different. Or so you’d thought. Right after hanging up on him and that woman, you took a deep breath, dialing Kelli’s number with steady hands and hoping she was home. When she answered and you told her okay, set us up–her excited screech was so loud you had to pull the phone back from your ear, trying to shush her before she woke up the whole damn neighborhood.

He wasn’t a bad guy, Kelli’s brother’s roommate. His name is Ben, he drives a nice car, has a steady job. He’s tall (not as tall as Joel), and more lean where Joel was broad, but he was nice, bringing you flowers on your first date to the carnival. Holding your hand as you walked around, proud to show you off, to be with you—unlike some people. He even opened the car door for you, walked you up to the door at the end of the night. There wasn’t a single thing wrong with him, but–

You were bored. He wasn’t Joel.

And now, three weeks post-Joel, you’re starting to get antsy. Ben had been nothing more than a perfect gentleman the whole time, working up the nerve to stutter out can i kiss you so shyly that you’d finally had to pull him in and do it yourself. It was a fine kiss, a little sloppy, but it didn’t light you up the way Joel’s kisses did. You missed the scratch of his stubble–Ben kept his facial hair nonexistent. His hands were smooth and fumbling where Joel’s were calloused, so sure of himself.

Even your parents, who never commented on any of the guys you’d dated before, couldn’t stop raving about what a nice boy Ben was, how they hoped this one stuck. You’d rolled your eyes at their lack of subtlety and steered the conversation to something else–your family’s barbecue planned for that weekend. You listen to your parents drone on about the guest list, assuming it’s all the same people as always, until your dad mentions that he invited the Millers.

That gets your attention. “You invited Joel?” you ask, casually, but your dad just looks at you like you’re nuts.

“Yeah,” he says, teasing you. “A neighborhood party usually involves the neighbors.”

You roll your eyes. Your mom perks up at the mention of Joel.

“He just called to RSVP today–asked if it was okay to bring a plus one. ’Course I said yes, about time he found someone to settle down with.”

Bile rises in your throat and you excuse yourself from the table. So he does know your phone number. And now he’s going to bring that woman, here, to your house? What the fuck?

You try to hide the anger in your voice as you call Ben later that night, inviting him to the party. In an ironic twist, you’d kind of been ignoring him since your date a few days ago. But he’s enthusiastic, of course, asks if he can bring anything to help out.

“Nope,” you say. “Just bring yourself, that’s all I need.”

The next day you’re outside, putting the finishing touches on the folding tables with your mom as your dad heats up the grill. It’s a beautiful spring day, warm and dry and perfect for wearing the new sundress you’d gotten at the mall. The doorbell rings just as you finish changing and throwing a coat of lipgloss on, and then it’s a constant stream of go go go.

You try to make conversation with everyone who stops you—yes it’s nice to be back, no im not looking for jobs yet, yes i’m going back to school, no i’m not sure if i’ll be staying in texas this time. If you’re not defending your life choices to random neighbors, you’re running back and forth from the kitchen to the yard, bringing drinks and paper plates and making sure everyone looks like they’re having a good time. It’s exhausting, trying to be a good hostess and keep an eye out for Joel and his plus one at the same time.

Of course he shows up right when you’re busy refilling the cooler with beers and cans of coke—you know it’s him from the way your dad’s booming laugh echoes through the hallway, can hear the slap of palms on shoulders as they greet each other. He calls your name and you move slowly towards the front door, subtly trying to smooth your hair and paste a smile on your face.

“Joel’s here,” your dad says. No duh. “And he brought company.”

Peering behind Joel’s legs is Sarah, who gives you a tiny wave. And behind him is…a man, just as tall as Joel and almost as handsome–this must be his plus one, not the mystery woman from the phone. You want to cry in relief, do a victory lap around the yard. Joel’s face is curiously neutral as he looks at you, but the other man’s face pulls into a crooked smile, sticking his hand out in greeting. You grasp it weakly and he pulls your hand up to his lips instead, kissing the back of your hand lightly. You can feel Joel’s eyes burning into the side of your face, hear his little irritated huff, but you ignore him, laughing at the stranger and trying to stop the blush spreading across your cheeks.

“Tommy,” he says, smile lighting up his face. He’s cute, in a boyishly charming way. “Joel’s brother. He’s told me a lot about you.”

“Oh,” you breathe, unsure what to say to that. There’s a brief pause where you glance at Joel, who’s trying not to look at you, and Tommy, whose eyes are lingering on the short hem of your dress, and your dad, blissfully unaware of the tension, claps a hand on Joel’s back and ushers them all inside, leaving you alone in the hallway.

No one notices when you slip away to the powder room, splashing cold water on your face and staring at yourself in the mirror. You look flustered, splotches forming on your chest and the tops of your cheekbones. Get a grip, you tell yourself. The doorbell rings again and you run to get it, hoping to avoid another interaction with Joel outside.

Standing on the porch steps is Ben, neatly dressed and holding a bouquet of sunflowers out to you. It should make you swoon, how sweet he is, but all you can think is how out of place he looks here. How he’s not Joel.

“Hey,” he says. Places a kiss on your cheek as he brushes past you into the house. “Thank you for inviting me–I’m happy you finally called.”

“Yeah, of course,” you mumble. “You can just go,” you point outside to the rest of the guests. “I’m gonna put these in a vase first.”

You hurry to the kitchen, digging a crystal vase out from under the sink and filling it with water. There’s so many people outside, mingling and laughing and just having a good time–at least you don’t have to worry about being a good hostess anymore. Or Joel’s mystery woman. You don’t notice the water start to overflow until a hand reaches in front of you and turns the faucet off. You turn quickly and almost bump into Joel, his hand still outstretched next to you as he grips the knob.

He looks pissed, just like he did on the porch. Brows furrowed, a scowl pulling at his features. He’s ditched the flannel today, opting for a short sleeve t-shirt that stretches across his chest and his usual dark jeans. He looks good, like he always does. Until he opens his mouth and ruins it.

He juts his chin out at the backyard. “That your new boy toy?”

“Seriously, Joel?” The nerve of this fucking guy. “He’s…a friend.”

“Yeah?” he asks. Moves closer until he’s boxing you in against the counter, fingers toying with the hem of your dress. “You wear pretty dresses like this for all your friends, sweetheart?”

You almost melt at his words, the deep rumble of his voice, the maddening back and forth path of his fingers across your thigh, but then you remember you still don’t know who the woman on the phone was and freeze. You push him back and he goes willingly, watching silently as your breath leaves you in a huff.

“Not that it’s your business, but no. I didn’t wear this for anyone.” Your voice is way too breathy to be convincing. And the fact that you can’t stop staring at his lips, the scruff of his beard, probably isn’t helping.

“Mmm,” he hums, thoughtful. “That’s where you’re wrong. Everythin’ you do is my business.”

With that he grabs a can of beer from the counter and slams the screen door behind him. His words replay over and over in your head as you finally leave the kitchen, stopping to talk to even more people as you look for Ben. He’s deep in conversation with your mom when you finally find him, pulling you close into a side hug. You can feel Joel’s eyes practically burning a hole in the back of your skull as he watches Ben lean down and press a kiss to the side of your head.

You feel sick, suddenly, like you can’t breathe. It’s too much, Ben here and Joel and his stupid words and his stupid smirk and everything.

You slink away to the bathroom upstairs where you know no one will go. It’s quiet as you sink to the floor, trying to calm your breathing and force the tears back. You almost miss the light knock on the door.

“Someone’s in here, go downstairs,” you say hoarsely.

“It’s me.” Joel. Your anger propels you off the floor to yank open the door.

“What do you want?”

His eyes widen at the venom in your voice. “Just…came to check on ya. Saw you come up here.”

“I’m fine, Joel.” You’re suddenly exhausted, the stress of party planning, hostessing, dealing with this mess…it’s all starting to catch up with you. You turn away from him, moving to stand on the opposite wall. He looks at you for a moment before stepping into the bathroom with you, shutting the door firmly behind him.

“Go away.”

“No,” he says firmly. “’M not leavin’ til you tell me why you’re mad. Did you…did you not have a good time, you know? Cuz I thought, I dunno–”

You stare at him. “Are you serious right now? You never called me, what–what was I supposed to think, especially after hearing another woman answer your phone, I figured–” you huff out a breath and blink the tears away. “I figured you were done with me.”

His face scrunches in confusion and then something finally seems to click. “You’re talkin’ about Sherri…that was you hangin’ up on me?”

“Sherri,” you say. You can’t hide the bitterness from your voice. “That's my replacement?”

And Joel fucking–he laughs. A short little chuckle that has your eyes snapping up to meet his. You glare at him and he quickly stops, dimple slowly fading from his cheek.

“No, sweet girl, ’course not. Just Sarah’s mom, she stays for dinner sometimes when she drops Sarah off. That’s all, promise.”

Well that’s embarrassing—all this worrying and wondering for literally nothing. You tilt your head back and groan, stupid stupid stupid, until you feel Joel reach out and grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are wide, searching your face for something.

“I thought you didn’t want me,” you whisper. He pulls you closer until you can feel the steady beat of his heart through his shirt. Kisses the stray tear rolling down your cheek.

“Never get tired of you,” he murmurs. “I thought you didn’t want my…baggage. Wouldn’t blame you if you wanted somethin’ less complicated. Like your boy downstairs.”

You roll your eyes, breathing in the smell of laundry detergent and sweat and Joel. “Only brought him to make you mad, so you’d notice me again.”

“How could I not notice you, lookin’ like that?” he says. Rubs his hand along the hem of you dress, dipping briefly to feel the skin underneath. “So pretty, all dolled up for me.”

“Joel,” you mumble. “Can you–can you kiss me?”

And he does, gently at first, wiping away the occasional stray tear from your cheek. But then you tilt your head, scratch your nails lightly on the side of his neck and he groans into your mouth. You press yourself impossibly closer and he deepens the kiss, running his tongue along your lips until you open for him. He shoves a thigh between your legs and you gasp at the feeling of hard muscle pressed just right against your throbbing clit.

“What do you want, darlin’? Gotta use your words, tell me.” his hands never stop moving over your body, bunching up the back of your dress as he grinds himself against you. “This all for me, or that boy downstairs?”

You hide a smile in the side of his neck. Regular Joel is hot as it is, but something about Joel being jealous, thinking about you–it’s intoxicating. You can’t help but push his buttons just a little more.

“I dunno.” You act like you’re thinking real hard about it. “Maybe I should go down and–fuck.”

He bites the side of your collarbone, hard, leaving a bright mark that just barely peeks out under the strap of your dress. Spins you around so your back is against the door, and all you can do is watch helplessly as he kneels down, runs his hands up the back of your legs to rest just under the crease where your thighs meet your ass.

“Think you’re so funny, huh?” he grumbles. “Only one goin’ down here is me.”

You groan at his stupid joke, but you can’t be too annoyed–not when you’ve finally got him here in front of you right where you want him, on his knees, looking up at you with those big dark eyes. His hair is a mess, and when he nips your inner thigh you grab the back of his head with a whine.

“Joel, please,” you pant. You shift to try and get his head closer but he just smiles like you have all the time in the world, pushing the edge of your dress up and leaving tiny burning kisses against your bare skin as he goes.

He stops when he finally notices your underwear, a lacy pair you’d thrown on earlier and forgotten about. His fingers bite harshly into your thigh and you whine again.

“And who are these for?” he asks lowly. “Your boyfriend?”

“Not my, ngh, he’s not my boyfriend,” you whimper. He snaps the waistband against your skin and hums, staring at the growing wet spot on the front. Then he slowly slides them off your hips and down to your feet, rubbing the lace between his fingers before shoving them in his pocket.

“Think they’re for me now,” he says. “Think you’re for me.” You groan and the back of your head hits the door with a heavy thunk.

“Come on, please touch me. Please,” you try to tug his head back up but he takes his time, scruff dragging up the inside of your thighs with each tiny kiss he presses. It’s maddening, too much and not enough at the same time. You feel greedy–you want more, everything he’ll give you.

“I am touchin’ you, last I checked.”

His fingers rub the crease of your hip, taking his sweet time moving his mouth lower and lower, and right as he’s about to finally move–

A knock on the door startles you, and he moves back quickly to avoid a knee to the face.

“Hello?” a voice calls. “You in here?”

Shit, it’s Ben. You consider not answering, but then Joel leans forward with a wicked glint in his eye and presses his tongue against your clit, dragging it back and forth lightly. You can’t help the tiny groan that escapes you, and vaguely you hear Ben call your name.

He rattles the doorknob. “Babe? Everything okay?”

“Ye-ah,” you manage. Joel doesn’t stop licking, cleaning the obscene amount of slick that drips down the side of your thighs. His grip tightens on your legs, pulling you even closer to drape your leg on his shoulder. You bite your bottom lip so hard you almost break the skin.

“Just–sick,” you finally say. “Not feeling good.”

Joel’s eyes flash to yours. He’s so close you can feel the smirk pull at his lips, watching as he leans back and whispers mockingly, not feelin’ good, huh? His thumb comes up to roll gently over your clit, then harder when you whimper. Your legs feel like jelly, leaning heavily against the door as he brings you closer and closer to the edge with his tongue and fingers.

Ben is saying something but you can barely hear him over your own harsh breaths, the tiny groans Joel is letting out as he works two fingers in and out of your dripping pussy. All you can say is yes Joel, please, Joel, Joel, Joel. It’s so good and too much and you pull his hair in warning but he ignores you, doubling down until you snap, grinding against his face and letting out a long moan as you finally come.

It’s silent for a moment and then you hear:

“I’m just gonna–I’ll see you downstairs.”

Oh god. Joel has a smug grin on his face and you yank him up by the hair.

“Seriously?” you hiss.

“Didn’t hear you complainin’.” He drops your leg with a thump and cages you against the door again. His lips trace a random pattern up your neck.

“You’re such a dick,” you say, laughing. He pulls you in for another kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, in his mustache. You’re just reaching for the button of his jeans when you hear the rise of voices outside, someone calling for Joel.

“Ignore it,” he grunts, snapping his hips into your hand.

Then your dad’s voice floats in through the open window, calling out for you and then, a few seconds later, for Joel. Shit. You’ve been up here too long, and if Ben told anyone–it’s not like you’re doing anything wrong here, you and Joel are both adults, but you do feel a pang of guilt when you think of how sweet Ben had been, and how you’ve basically been using him. Oops.

You straighten your fallen dress straps, smoothing your hair down to try to look at least somewhat presentable. You feel fucked out, shaky and breathless and the mark Joel left on you is practically screaming yeah, i just fucked my hot older neighbor in the bathroom. Joel doesn’t look much better, ruddy cheeks and the stretched out collar of his t-shirt revealing a matching mark on his neck.

“I’m gonna…think I need to talk to Ben,” you mumble. His eyes darken, jaw clenching but he lets you go with one last kiss.

“Talk to you later?” he asks, and you nod, slipping out of the bathroom with a sigh.

The party is still in full swing when you make your way to the backyard. Ben’s standing next to the grill with your dad and you wander over there slowly, trying to figure out what to say.

“Feeling better?” he asks. He looks genuinely concerned so maybe–maybe he didn’t know what just happened. You’re not sure if that makes you feel better or worse. Out of the corner of your eye you see Joel slip outside, making a beeline for Tommy and Sarah.

“Yeah sorry, just an upset stomach,” you say. You can’t take your eyes off Joel, the way he stalks through the crowd. The bulge in his pocket you know isn’t just your stolen underwear. He says something to your mom at the door, and then he’s gone, Tommy and Sarah trailing after him like little ducklings.

“We really need to talk,” you blurt. Ben seems confused but agrees, and you walk him out to his car. The sun is just barely setting and you shiver at the sudden cool breeze. From the end of your driveway you can see Joel sitting on the porch, a bottle of beer next to him. He’s not even trying to be subtle, the way he’s staring at you.

“I don’t…listen, you’re really nice and all but I don’t,” you heave a breath and stare up at the sky, resisting the urge to look over at Joel. Is he still looking over here? “I don’t think I’m ready to date, and I don’t want you to get the wrong idea…I’m really sorry.”

Ben gives you a small smile. “I figured,” he says. Nods his head to Joel, who’s glaring at the two of you. “He, uh, kinda gave me the third degree earlier.”

You feel your face heat up and he laughs. “I don’t know why he did that, I mean, I didn’t tell him to–”

“It’s okay,” he says gently. “No hard feelings, really.” He gives you a quick hug and then he’s gone, throwing a wave out the window as he drives away.

Well that could’ve gone a lot worse. You scuff your feet on the ground, not really wanting to go back to the party, to answer everyone’s questions about where Ben went. So you don’t, letting your feet drag you to Joel’s porch, where he’s sipping a beer and pretending not to watch you.

“Hey,” you finally say. Hey? That’s the best you can come up with, really? You can’t read the expression on his face–he looks the same as he always does, frowning slightly like he’s just waiting for someone to piss him off.

“Tommy was askin’ about you, before he left,” is all he says. He scuffs a boot against the floor and doesn’t meet your eyes.

“O-kay…” you say, slowly. Tommy hadn’t even been on your radar–all you could think about was Joel. “I’m sure he’s nice, but I don’t want Tommy.”

“Yeah? What do you want?”

Is he for real right now? “You, Joel. God, I-I don’t want Ben, and I definitely don’t want Tommy.” You step even closer, standing in between his spread legs as he looks up at you with a frown.

“I don’t let just anyone take my underwear. Or fuck me in a bathroom.”

That gets him, lips twitching up in a smile. His arms snake around to hold the back of your legs. You rake your fingers through his hair, his beard. It’s quiet, the low buzz of cicadas drowning out the lingering party chatter.

“Okay,” he whispers. “If you want this, I’m…I’m in.”

“Duh,” you say. He rolls his eyes. “You’re stuck with me now.”

And that’s how you spend the rest of the night, sitting next to Joel on his porch, talking about everything under the sun. His hand grazes yours occasionally and you can’t stop the smile from spreading across your face.

Maybe this could be your reason to stay in town a little longer.

masterlist here

#joel miller fic #joel miller smut #tlou fic #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfic #the last of us #the last of us fic #joel miller x you #joel miller au #joel miller #lexi writes things #*runs and hides* #he looks so pretty in that gif i had to add it 🤭 #idk why the preview text looks like that but im too tired to fix it rn #ok back to work bye

[minimitchell]

Wait, one sec.

#eastenders #eastendersedit #ben x callum #ballum #lexi pearce #* #going a bit feral over the last gif ngl #the way callum looks at them. these two are the most important people in his life

[blairpfaff]

We’ll still have each other. Always.

#that last gif is lowkey just max and isabella <3 #ben mitchell #lexi pearce #eastenders #edits

[fancycolours]

Chicago - The Last Band on Stage 

March 14th, 2020. Chicago is the last band playing in the U.S. as COVID lockdowns begin. The Last Band on Stage tells the incredible story of how the 55 year-old band survived a pandemic that stopped the world in its tracks.

Directed by: Peter Curtis Pardini 🎥

To be released in theatres and on VOD on September 30th, 2022. ✨

#Chicago band #Robert Lamm #James Pankow #Lee Loughnane #The Last Band on Stage #2022 #Lexie's gifs

[amarrymeinbostonwriter]

I would not suggest using the app Her. There are a lot of fake accounts on there. I was trying to use the app recently and three times the women I tried to talk to ended up being fake accounts. So I deleted the app. :/

Any other app suggestions of apps I should try? Good apps for bisexual women to use to find other gay friends or date?

#I feel like I didn't articulate this well last time I tried to post this #I'm trying to warn people and not complain too much since no one wants to hear that tbh #I've been catfished before...on a different app but it was frankly terrifying that time :( #I verified myself on Her so I could talk to real women but everyone was allergic to verification :/ #I'm pretty sure I'm bisexual which is why I was on Her at all #I tried both lex and Taimi before but they didn't work for me #it sucks that Her didn't work because age-wise there were actually options for a 29/30 year old #like I'm only 30 (tomorrow)... I was so happy to see other women my own age on there!!! :-: #by which I mean it wasn't all 20 year olds... (sorry but I'm ten years older so that doesn't work for me) #add in a gif of when Tiff was shocked and disturbed that Lexy was only 24...that's young to me too omg! #I think I had the Her app for about a month? I was using it in June but it didn't really do anything for me #most of the other real people were complaining about how other women wouldn't talk to them (I joined some of the groups on there) #same girl same unfortunately #I just think I don't know how to use these apps or my luck is bad or something?!? (bad timing maybe idk seriously) #dating apps #friend finding apps #bisexual women #wlw #mychatter

[pappydaddy]

take care of you (j.m.)

a/n: i decided to try out not using gifs bc it seems to be a thing of the past? so i decided to give it a go!

tv show/movie: outer banks | pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

requested by a lovely anon as part of my 800 follower celebration

synopsis: jj is sick, but doesn't want to admit it. luckily, y/n will always be there to take care of him.

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  JJ didn’t like to feel weak. He hated it. Hated weakness in general. Luckily, it wasn’t very often that JJ felt weak since he escaped the hostile environment of his dad. Now the feeling of weakness only came when: him and his girlfriend were having a particular finically hard month; he is in a situation where he can’t help or protect his girlfriend (or himself if she’s not there); when someone who has power over him is on a power trip; and (dreadfully) when he is sick. 

  However, one good thing about JJ, he’s resilient inside and out. Meaning: he rarely gets sick. In fact, he so rarely gets anything that he is borderline cocky about it. Arrogance that could rival a surgeon and their god complex. But, much like those surgeons he could rival, he isn’t untouchable like his girlfriend keeps reminding him (out of concern).

  “JJ, you’re sick,” She stressed as she followed him around their apartment, hands trying to steer him back into their room. “You need to go to bed, not work a night shift.” 

  JJ was supposed to be getting ready for work, but she was insisting he needed to go back to bed. “I am fine, Y/N/N,” He sighed, obviously not hearing how congested he sounded. Also obviously blind to the angry redness of his nose. “Just a little sniffle, probably just from when you were sick last week.” 

  “You’re not fine, you were shivering all night and when I left this morning. This is your stubbornness and adrenaline talking,” She pointed out. “Besides, I had a fever last week so if you did catch whatever I had, that would mean you are sick enough to stay home tonight.” She was half out of her office clothes, her heels kicked off at the door, the first few buttons of her blouse unbuttoned, and her bra thrown on the back of the couch carelessly. Her summer internship was really driving her up the wall with the dress code, but she needed it in her resume for grad school. 

  “I am fine, Y/N, trust me-“ His words were cut off when he suddenly slumped himself against the doorframe of the bathroom, his hand flying up to his head, eyes squeezing closed. 

  “JJ,” She exclaimed, rushing the short distance over to him. “You need to lay down.” She urged him, slipping past his leaning body to stand in front of him. 

  “It was just a dizzy spell, it’s fine,” He waved her off, trying to push himself off the door frame but he instantly latched onto it again when he started to sway. “It will pass in a minute-“ 

  “No it won’t, J. And even if it does, what happens when you get a dizzy spell at work tonight and nobody else is there to help you? You’re the only one working a night shift tonight.” She reminded him, grabbing his shoulders and slowly guiding him to turn around. 

  She was met with little resistance and she knew he was giving up the fight. As she guided him into their room, he weaved and stumbled, but she did her best to support him but working on construction sites and fishing boats has increased his muscle mass significantly. “Fine,” He relented, flipping down on their bed, eyes closed and sprawled out haphazardly. “But only to make you feel better, because I feel completely fine.” He still held strong. 

  “Yeah, you seem to feel completely fine, Bub,” She hummed with a roll of her eyes. As quickly as she could, she covered him in the comforter before laying two extra blankets on top of him, noticing the shiver to his body. Standing straight, she went to tell him something but she cut herself off, hearing the snores start to build. He always snored louder when I was even remotely sick. “Get some rest,” She whispered, placing a kiss on his searing forehead. “I’m glad he gave in before getting dressed for work.” She sighed, grabbing a blanket for herself from the chair. Nabbing her book, she settled down on the foot of the bed, her head resting on JJ’s leg as he snored away. 

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  She didn’t plan on falling asleep, she wanted to make sure JJ was doing okay - especially since he was showing signs of a fever. But, unfortunately, the work week had drained her more than she realized and soon she was out like a light without even realizing it. Even now, as JJ stirred awake the next morning, there was a weight on one of his thighs, making his illness-riddled brain confused. 

  His eyes fluttered open, blinking away the blurriness to see Y/N curled up, head resting on his leg, the blanket pulled up to just under her nose. Even in his sickness, he had to coo at her, noticing the mountain of covers and blankets she had on top of him - knowing she was trying to take care of him. The book lying face down on the bed haphazardly told him she tried to stay up to watch over him, but fell asleep instead. 

  “Sweets,” He croaked, his throat aching in red hot irritation and his nose so stuffed his eyes were watering. He shifted his legs, his sinuses hurting too much to sit up fully (or lean forward). “Y/N.” He spoke again, nudging her with his leg. 

  Groaning, she finally started to stir, opening her eyes and slowly assessing her surroundings. “Hey, Bubs,” She hummed, her voice thick with sleep. “I wanted to get you some medicine and a drink for when you woke up, but I fell asleep. I’m sorry, J,” She apologized, pushing herself up to rest on one hand. “How are you feeling?” 

  “I’m sick.” He admitted. Instantly, she was up, fussing over him. The only way for JJ to admit that he was sick was to be so sick that he couldn’t function. 

  “Hang on, Bubs. I will grab some DayQuil and be right back, hang on.” She stressed, rushing around the room in a flurry and she tossed pillows and blankets at him, before rushing out the door into the kitchen. Even with his plugged ears, he could hear her rushing around, cabinet doors slamming a little harder than she anticipated. 

  When she came rushing back into the room, she held a cap full of orange DayQuil in one hand and a glass of orange juice in the other. “Shoot this,” She handed him the plastic cap filled with her ‘miracle medicine’. “Chase it with this, then once that kicks in, I will have breakfast ready for you to eat.” She urged him to take the medicine.

  He relented, tipping his head and the liquid back. No matter how many times he takes that stuff, he is never prepared for the taste, but almost instantly, his chest felt more clear. Pulling a face, he grabbed the orange juice, chugging it in an attempt to smother the taste. “Ugh. Even with basically no ability to taste, I still taste that shit.” He spat before blowing his nose, hoping to be less stuffed up. 

  “I know, Bubs, but it really helps clear you up for a few hours, we just have to try to stay ahead of it.” She encouraged, collecting the cap and now empty glass. 

  Just as she nearly crossed the threshold into their bedroom, he called out to her in a nearly gone voice. Looking over her shoulder with a hum, she waited for him to speak. “Thank you for taking care of me, even when I was too stubborn to realize I was sick.” Over the years, JJ has grown quite a bit (mostly thanks to Y/N) and he can, now, admit when he is wrong - sometimes. 

  A soft smile graced her face. “Of course, J. I will always take care of you.” She reminded him, but he already knew that. They always take care of each other. They have to. They’re fighting this world together.

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2.26 Are You Satisfied?

[Lexie is outside studying by the pool. She’s staring at Cece, who is sunbathing. Johnny approaches her.]

Johnny: Hey, whatcha doing?

Lexie: Oh, nothing, I just zoned out. 

Johnny: What’s on your mind?

Lexie: Do you think we have a good sex life? Like are you satisfied?

Johnny: Wait, is this because of the conversation we had with our friends the other day?

Lexie: [nervously] Huh? What do you mean?

Johnny: Because I said I could see myself possibly being attracted to a guy. That doesn’t bother you or something, does it?

Lexie: Oh, no, I don’t care about that. It’s pretty obvious you’re attracted to me.

Johnny: Ok, so what made you bring up our sex life?

Lexie: Nothing, I was just feeling a little insecure. I think I’m going to walk over to Izzy and Kelsey’s. I told them I’d stop by today.

Johnny: Okay, I’m about to head over to my mom’s for her birthday party, so I guess I’ll see you later.

[Lexie walks to Izzy and Kelsey’s apartment]

Lexie: It’s just everything you were saying about compulsory heterosexuality aligned with how I’ve been feeling about Johnny. 

Kelsey: So you think you might be gay?

Lexie: I don’t know. Like, sex is okay, but I don’t feel what everyone else describes. I just feel empty, then I feel guilty for feeling empty because it seems to mean so much to him.

Izzy: Could you be asexual?

Lexie: I don’t think so. At first I thought maybe I could be. I’ve never really gotten butterflies around anyone...but then that changed.

Kelsey: I’m assuming it’s not Johnny you’re talking about.

Lexie: No. It’s so awful. I feel like the worst person in the world.

Izzy: Lexie, you can’t help the way you feel.

Kelsey: Yeah, you didn’t know. Who is it that you’re attracted to?

Lexie: That’s why it’s so horrible. It’s his sister, Cece.

Kelsey: Oh, Lexie. 

Lexie: I know. I couldn’t figure out why I hated her boyfriend or why I felt so hurt when she didn’t want to spend time with me. But I think it’s because I felt like she was choosing him over me. Which is silly because she’s straight, and I’m dating her brother.

Izzy: So what are you going to do?

Lexie: I feel like I should break up with him, but what if I’m wrong?

Kelsey: I know you care about Johnny, but do you think you could ever feel the same way about him that he does about you?

Lexie: Probably not. Ugh, this sucks! He’s going to be so heartbroken. The last thing I want to do is hurt him. He means so much to me.

Izzy: If he means so much, then I’m sure you want him to be with someone who can truly love him. He won’t get that chance if you keep stringing him along.

Lexie: [sighing] You’re right.

Kelsey: Look, I know this is a lot to process. You don’t have to do anything right now. Why don’t you come with us to a gay club this weekend? 

Izzy: Yeah, maybe being out in the community will help you feel less anxious about everything.

Lexie: I guess I can give it a try.

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[blueeyedheizer]

✯ QUIET

pairing: Cassie Howard x Reader

summary: Cassie is not as quiet as she thinks she is.

content warning: oral sex, semi-public sex?? idk, porn without plot

a/n: I haven't written smut since forever so,, hopefully this isn't too bad. Also, I am violently gay for Cassie Howard. That's quite literally all I have to say in my defense

gif : madelyn-cline

The party downstairs is in full swing, the loud music muffled behind the closed door.

Your hands are resting around Cassie's waist, tugging her closer as she pulls on the hair at the back of your neck; her lips are hungry against yours, fast and urgent.

The two of you have been dating for a couple months now, having mutually decided to keep the relationship a secret so as to not give people at school anything to taunt you with. The only person who knows about it is Lexi, and you both trust her enough to know she won't tell a soul. The last thing all three of you want is for yours and Cassie's relationship to become the next topic of yet another high school scandal.

It does help that you have been best friends well before you started dating. It wasn't unusual to see you together all the time, therefore the two of you could easily leave a room full of people you knew without it looking suspicious.

The only thing that could — and probably will, one of these days, give the two of you away, is Cassie's loudness. As flattering as it is in the intimacy of your room when you're alone, it's a lot more inconvenient in moments like these.

"I'm not that loud, stop exaggerating." Cassie pouts, kiss-swollen lips quickly seeking yours again. Laughing, you take her lower lip between your teeth, giving it a firm tug before releasing it.

“All i'm saying is, you’re not as quiet as you think you are.” You murmur, getting down on your knees in front of her. You smile up at her, your hands starting to rub up and down her bare legs, a slight pressure applied to keep her pinned against the door. Then you reach underneath her dress to hook your fingers into the hem of her panties, pressing a kiss to her covered stomach. "And you know i'm right." You don't break eye contact as you pull her panties down to her ankles and off her entirely.

"I can be quiet." she insists. You can't help but chuckle upon noticing the way her chest starts to rise with heavier breaths of anticipation.

"Wanna bet? You think you can keep your pretty moans down while I take care of you?"

Cassie nods, a soft spoken 'yes' passing her lips you as inch closer, your hands rubbing up and down the back of her thighs and squeezing her ass before giving her dress a slight tug. “Take this off."

Obediently, Cassie reaches behind her back to unzip her dress, slowly pushing the whole thing down the length of her body with ease and stepping out of it, leaving her in nothing but her white lace bra.

Immediately, you help her lift her leg to place it over your shoulder, slowly kissing up the length of it starting from her ankle, going past her knee, all the way up to her inner thigh and the little patch of trimmed pubic hair between her legs.

"I've missed this. Missed you."

And just like that, you're flattening your tongue to take a slow lick up her slit, your eyes fluttering shut in delight. You moan at the taste and take another lick, and then another, a thin line of spit mixed with her arousal connecting your tongue to her pussy.

Cassie's head hits the door with a thud as one of her hands tangles in your hair, the other sliding up her flushed body to grasp her breast and tug on a nipple underneath the cup of her bra. A flow of whimpers and small uh uh sounds escape her slightly parted lips as you move your tongue around and graze her clit.

"Shh. I know, baby. I've got you." you mumble, your mouth leaving her core so you can run your finger along her folds, gathering her arousal and smearing it around. "But you've gotta be quiet, remember?"

"You tease too much." Cassie pouts, her hips bucking to try and meet your mouth again. You chuckle.

"You know you like it." you say, the words murmured lowly as you skim your palms over her thighs. Cassie whines, her hips bucking slightly as you tease her entrance, dipping a finger in just slightly before pushing in, thrusting it in slow, steady movements. Cassie gasps, her eyes screwing shut as a hand flies to cover her mouth.

"That's it. Such a good girl for me." you praise before diving back in, sealing your lips around her clit and sucking, only letting go to stimulate her with quick soothing flicks of your tongue.

Unsurprisingly, the room quickly fills with increasingly loud moans and whimpers. Cassie can't stop writhing under your mouth; her hands sliding up and down her body, scraping against whatever bare skin she can find while her back arches off the door.

"Cassie." you warn. Cassie feels the vibration of your voice directly on her clit, which sends her into small spasms.

"Don't stop—" She bites down on her lip, ignoring your warning and frowning deeply as her hand fists in your hair. It's clear that she's lost herself in the feeling, her hips lifting, begging for more of your touch.

"Quiet."

"I am being quiet!” Cassie suddenly hisses, raising her voice slightly. Your tongue and finger still. You laugh. And you get back on your feet, pushing her leg off your shoulder.

Cassie's eyes widen, a weak 'what? no!' passing her lips as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and reach for the doorknob, pretending to leave. She lets out a sob and grabs your hand, clenching her thighs together.

"Please." she begs, her eyes filling up with tears of frustration. "I'm sorry. I'll be quiet, I promise. Please, stay."

Your hand reaches to touch her face, index finger following the line of her jaw. "You don't want to get caught, do you?" you murmur, pecking her lips softly. Cassie shakes her head. "Then be. quiet."

You make yourself at home between her thighs again, wasting no time in working her relentlessly; licking, sucking, swirling your tongue around as Cassie rocks her hips against your face, her hands clutching at your hair desperately.

She's trying so hard to be quiet but she can’t help it, can’t control her little gasps and whines as you hum against her, your tongue spelling out the letters of your name and marking her yours as she comes.

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[infernalodie]

ello mate! glad to hear your requests have come back :)

i have a request for you if you have the spare time. it’s a cassie howard x older brother bennet!reader. he’s definitely a bit taller than rue, also has this mean scary looking face [resting bitchface 🤷] and deep voice. he use to be addicted to alcohol and taking opiates before he got clean around the same time as rue. he and cassie had been dating since she broke up with mckay and since then, she’s always helped him deal with his urges. [maybe something like always hiding her mom’s wine when he comes over and he notices and is like “i’m not going to steal you mom’s drinks” or something around there] reader was even there when cassie was getting her abortion. [she ended up not being able to do it alone and called for reader] but since he and rue have been clean, he works hard to earn his things back. [trust, loyalty, working jobs, buying himself or cassie things- including rue, gia, or leslie]

getting back on topic, it’s their last year in high school and they’re finally graduating. so, to celebrate the amazing news, the group either goes to the bennet household for a cookout or howard household for jacuzzi and drinks. they’re also celebrating y/n being nearly 2 years sober- cassie being so proud and just smiling the entire night at him- [he started drinking after his father’s death- and since he’s older, he’s only older by a year] so, this is basically a cassie supporting her sober alcoholic boyfriend who is also rue’s older brother and a close friend of Lexi and Jules. [since he met lexi before meeting cassie- and bcs rue always spoke about jules]

thanks again, lovely! hope you’re having an amazing night/morning!

- 🦇🚨

The extra detail and background is always appreciated!!

𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 || 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

"𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥"

Inspo: Justin Bieber - Unstable

Pairing: Cassie Howard x Bennett!Male!reader

Summary: Cassie swore to stick with you through everything. Love travelled farther than most expected.

(gif used is not mine)

Warnings: Angst. Talks of addiction, depression, splash of abandonment issues, and fluff

Words 4461

DNI IF YOU'RE SENSITIVE TO THE WARNINGS ABOVE!

People like you weren’t supposed to be given a second chance.

The people who had thrown their life away, destroying every meaningful relationship they had that could help them get clean. For so long, these people would hide their pain, hide what ate away at them. Putting up fake smiles and saying fake statements with the opiates controlling the mind and the body. They weren’t in the driver's seat anymore as the drugs and the alcohol were.

And now with such a toxin controlling your every move, you had no say in how you could make others feel. You could make your friends feel like shit, hit your little sister, scare your mother, risk your and your twin sister’s life, and still feel nothing. It was a dangerous thing those drugs did to you. Creating a hollow husk of your body people no one could recognize anymore. Wondering where that smile of yours went off to. Or the warm embrace you used to be so willing to give to your friends. It’s like you were a ghost to everyone who cared for you.

But they only saw the surface-level shit. That fabricated shit that you used as protection from the ones willing to put in the time to truly see you. Because underneath all the bullshit, you were a fucking mess. A trainwreck of a boy who couldn’t come up with a sentence without nodding off or itching for that bittersweet taste of whiskey on your tongue.

Most couldn’t see it. The distant look in your eyes when you sat in the hallways with your sister. The overwhelming anger that radiates from your pores. No one except Rue could understand the feeling you felt. Only bringing you closer to Rue, who you shared drugs and alcohol with. And when you were kicked out of your house, forced to live on the streets, you felt a lot closer with Rue when you moved in with Fez. With her coming around frequently, you were there to smoke up with her and drink whenever she wanted.

It felt like this for a while. You, are surrounded by people but still feel so alone in this hopeless and destructive world. You didn’t want it. You hadn’t wanted it since your dad died, but here you were, pumping fentanyl into your blood in hopes that it might bring some peace of mind. But it's then when you’re drugged out of your mind that you start to see visions. Sights of something far greater than this mortal coil able to be responsible for.

It was Cassie.

This ethereal being shouldn’t be able to make you feel certain ways, but she did. She made you feel warm inside, hyper-aware of the things going on with your body, and an overall loss in your thoughts of this beautiful girl. There wasn’t much justice your slurred words could do to truly appreciate such a perfect girl she had always been for you. From the day you lost your dad, she had been there by your side trying to help in any way she could.

And sadly enough, she watched you deteriorate. Your mind slowly spiral into madness, guilt, shame, fury, and dissatisfaction. And that once beaming smile, a warm embrace, and lovable words were now nothing more than your own bitter silence you carried with you every step of the way. There wasn’t a day that passed that Cassie didn’t ache whenever she saw you in the halls. It felt like her oldest friend had been killed and she could’ve saved them.

But she tried every day to help you in any way she was able to. Painfully ignoring the fact that you weren’t the same guy who could lift her onto your shoulders and let her play with your hair. You weren’t the warm body at night she could rely on to keep her warm when she felt alone. But she settled for the part of you that was left. Willing to put up with your attitude towards her, the constant asshole nature you brought with you every time she showed the slightest ounce of care towards you.

Cassie had never held it against you as she knew how terrible you were with letting people in. For a while, you would throw every insult under the moon at her. Hoping it would keep her away, show her the type of guy you were, but she always came back around. Comforting you despite how undeserving you were of such a treatment.

She was the one to bring peace to your mind. Able to balance you out from the drugs/alcohol and sobriety. Not once judging you for who you were and the implications of how you ended up in such a state. Cassie ended up being all you ever needed in your life. Having her company often at Fezco’s or at the gas station when you worked late hours.

And for a while, you were getting better. You were starting to get off the hardcore opiates and started to drink more water in replacement for alcohol. And guess who was there? That’s right, Cassie was! She helped you and held you through every single step, her heavenly warmth being enough to eradicate every infection in your body. But one thing she couldn’t help you get rid of was the harmful presence your family could cause you.

You were a fragile human being. Most didn’t suspect such from a tall dude who had a permanent resting bitch face, but you were soft. You could take bullshit but you were vulnerable to the idea of emotion and willing to show that if the time seemed fit and you felt the need to do so. But it’s this that made people be able to get to you easier and have you bawling.

Eating away at the scrambled eggs on the plate in front of you, Cassie’s phone played a gentle tune from Sam Cooke. The quiet diner was empty besides the small booth you occupied whilst Cassie had gone out to grab something from your car.

“Y/n.” The call of your name had you humming, grabbing a napkin and beginning to clean your hands as you turned your head. But you felt your eyes widen at the sight of your Mother. Beside her was Cassie who still wore your sweater from the previous night. A nervous smile on her lips, clearly telling you that she was reluctant on the ambush they’d just pushed onto you.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you stood up from the booth. Pursing your lips as you glanced between the two, unsure of what to say or do. After you started getting sober, you stopped talking to Rue. It wasn’t like you wanted to, but you just didn’t need to risk your own health to stay connected with someone who didn’t want to live.

But for Gia and Leslie, they hadn’t called or texted you once since you were kicked out. Safe to say you didn’t hold it against them, especially after the hell you put them through. And it wouldn’t be too far off for them to feel a bit uncomfortable being in your presence as your mother was right now. You, personally, didn’t like the idea either and you didn’t like seeing Leslie again. Simply because you didn’t want anything to happen to repeat itself. Not after you’ve gotten this far.

And Cassie wasn’t going to risk that either. But she knew that you deserved this. As nice as it was for her to be at yours and Fezco’s place all the time, you had only seen her. Kids at school didn’t even count because you just ghosted through the halls without people noticing. When breaks came around, Cassie couldn’t find you. So, this is the only time she would ever pressure you into seeing other people besides her.

“How about we take a seat, yeah?” Cassie smiled, motioning for Leslie and Gia to take the opposite to you.

As they slid in, you softly grabbed Cassie’s arm. “Why did you bring her?”

“You deserve to talk to her,” Cassie whispered. “Try to mend broken relationships while you can. I’ll be right here with you.”

There was a bit of reluctance in your body, feeling it growing heavier as you let out a sigh. You knew Cassie would force you to stay here and try to interact with your family. Ever since she’s forced herself into your life, she’s always tried to do the best thing for you. But in this situation, the conflict of it being good or bad was still up for debate.

Sliding into the other side after Cassie, you quietly pulled your plate to sit in front of you. Again, you didn’t know what to say to the woman opposite you. You know you’d been thinking of this situation in your head a million times. Knowing every single word you wanted to say and every single pitch your voice would hit. But right now. There were no words or actions that could fall on your flabbergasted mind. All you could feel was the genuine hurt in your heart seeing the woman who’d nurtured you since you were just a babe.

“Gia has been asking for you.” You stopped chewing for a moment, glancing up at your mother before continuing, averting your eyes to your food. “She was hoping you would come home and have dinner with us-”

The clattering of utensils against glass filled the suddenly cold air. Cassie’s hand that was under the table immediately grasped your knee. Her eyes burned the side of your face as your lips began to wobble. The faint stinging was noticed behind your eyes as you shook your head. She didn’t have the right to do this after she kicked you out.

“Stop guilt-tripping me, mom.”

Leslie seemed confused, maybe even a little offended by the demand. “I wasn’t trying to-”

“You’re making me feel horrible when you were the one that kicked me out,” you spat. “You kicked me out. Don’t be trying to make me feel some type of way when you put yourself in that position.”

Cassie, forever playing the balancing point, tried to defuse the building argument. “How about we talk about something else, alright?”

But of course, her suggestion fell on deaf ears. “No,” Leslie hissed sharply. “You do not get to put that on me. You started drinking and it started affecting everyone else in the house. You hit Gia and me for god sake.”

“Have you ever thought why I started drinking and fucking up my life, hmm?” You asked, leaning on the table. “It's because after dad died, I was now the support everyone needed. I was the boy who had to stay up all night holding his sisters until they cried themselves to sleep. I was the boy who helped you pay bills. I had to pull the extra weight. I had to try and help raise my two sisters who didn’t want shit to do with me.”

“You asked me to change before I ever go to find out who I was,” you said. “I didn’t know a single damn thing about myself because I was there picking up the pieces you couldn’t. All I ever knew was our family and the pain that was attached to the fucking name. So, when I start releasing stress with alcohol, you tell me I’m bad before I ever got to be anything! What kind of shit is that?”

“Do you not realize the similarities you and Rue were showing after your father died?” Leslie asked, voice giving the faintest of wavers with her eyes beginning to well up. “I could tell the moment you started coming home late that you were on something. It if be drugs or alcohol, I knew you were falling apart-”

“I was falling apart way before you even noticed, mom!” You cried out, the dam of emotions and unspoken words finally breaking. “You never cared to notice because Rue was a handful and Gia was just a baby. But I was falling apart and you didn’t give me a single passing thought. You didn’t question the stained blood on my bathroom floor. Not once!”

Tears streamed down your cheeks as the woman sitting across from you was speechless. Flabbergasted by such a well-known and obvious thing about you. Cassie had even known when she first met you, knowing that you didn’t get the same amount of attention as your siblings. How your smile didn’t seem to reach your eyes. It was painfully obvious and Cassie felt some form of anger towards Leslie for not giving you the time and affection you needed.

“You didn’t kick me out because of how I affected anyone.” You shook your head, leaning back in your seat with your hand grabbing Cassie’s that still held your knee. “You kicked me out because you were too embarrassed to admit that you don’t like who I am.”

“Y/n, hold on-”

“No, I’m done.” You slid out from the booth. Cassie quickly follows, muttering out pleas for you to sit back down and give this a chance. But you knew that being in a room with the woman who you once called your mother wouldn’t last long. Either you would get hurt or she would and you weren’t taking any chances. “I’d have a better and more heartfelt conversation with a brick wall than a woman who has her head so far up her ass she can’t see the fucking light.”

Leslie’s lips parted, ready to bark back a response, but you cut her off. “You know, I’ve found myself!” You exclaimed. “I’ve found my place in this world. I know my significance and I know who I am. And this family has been a miracle for me-” You snapped your fingers, pointing at your mother. ”-But not because of you! Because somebody - Cassie - finally saw me!”

Waitresses and cooks were now all eyes and ears on the argument going on. All of them paying attention to the frustrated tears cascading down the scrunched curves of your face as you scoffed. “And more than that,” you said. “Cassie decided I was worth saving before I ever deserved it! Can I say the same for you?”

You never even gave Leslie a chance to speak before you were walking out of the diner. Tears brimming in your eyes as you tried to ease the ache in your chest and the warm chills that ran down your back when you let out a sob. But as felt sob after sob rack your body, shaking you down to your core, Cassie had practically flung herself at you. Wrapping her arms around you from behind with warmth invading every inch of your body.

Of course, being stubborn and scared, you tried to shrug her off. Fight with your companion who seemed to never once consider abandoning you. “Cassie, please let me go.”

“It’s not your fault.” Something so simple as that had you fighting harder against her. Trying to fight back more of the tears that threatened to spill. “None of this is your fault, Y/n.”

You hung on to every word she spoke and allowed them to relinquish your stubborn front. Something about Cassie gave her the ability to pull you from the deepest depths and save you from your demons, every time. It didn’t feel fair that you hadn’t paid her back for any of it.

But she held onto you nonetheless. Giving you every bit of her time and space as she had driven you from the dinner back to her place. Where Lexi had greeted you with a warm hug with her hands holding your face, brows furrowing together slightly. “Are you okay?”

Just as much as Cassie was there for you, Lexi was as well. Every time you came over to spend time with Cassie, Lexi was always nearby. Not only that, but your guys’ friendship carried on a lot longer than yours with her sister. The only difference is that you found yourself wanting to marry Cassie.

An unlikely connection either girl expected was you and Suze, their mom. Especially when Cassie searched the house in a panic when finding you gone from her bed. Coming down to the living room to see you passed out on the couch with your head resting in her mom’s lap. The thing is, for a while, Suze drank profusely. So, she knew how you felt and knew that particular night, you had been fiending for a drink. Thankfully, she caught you and comforted you with candy, pop, and cuddles.

But that surprising friendship and relatability translated well with your relationship with Cassie and Lexi. And the touchiness with Lexi had always been there since you met her. For a time, you couldn’t keep your hands off of something so innocent and sweet. “I’ll be fine.” You smiled. “How about you and Fez, hey? You give it up for him yet?”

Lexi could only gasp and slap your chest as you heard clattering from the kitchen. Both you and Lexi frowned as you quickly noticed Cassie taking bottles of beer and wine and hiding them. Why she decided to do it with you around, you weren’t sure. But the sight alone showed how much she cared and it was honestly endearing.

“Cass.” Your voice calling for her had her freezing up, turning to look at you. “I’m not going to steal anything. Just because I hate my mom and had an argument doesn’t mean I’ll be back to drinking.” Even though the urge had initially been there when you saw the woman.

And anyone who knew an addict and heard them say such a thing would be reluctant to believe. But Cassie knew you meant it. The light in your eyes was enough to assure her that you would stick to your promise. You always did when it came to her.

Supper went as per usual with you listening to Lexi talk about her day and what everyone else is up to. After that, you would sit and rant with Suze about Million Dollar Matchmaker as Cassie and Lexi laughed at how passionate you got with such a show. Then finally, you were in Cassie’s bed. Gentle tunes of Justin Bieber with Cassie doing braids of your hair with you sprawled out across her bed. Head resting on her stomach as you slightly hummed to Confirmation, fingers lightly tapping against your stomach to the beat.

But with a slight crane of your head, your eyes connected with Cassie’s that seemed full of focus and content. Her brows slightly furrowed as she twisted each length of your hair she could for her own relaxation. The faintest bit of a squint of her eyes as she watched her fingers work effortlessly. She looked so beautiful and relaxed. One of the most astounding sights when it came to being around you.

Your presence was enough to make people be cautious of what to say or do, but when Cassie was with you, she didn’t feel that bit of apprehension on her shoulders. You eased her as much as she did you, and you loved her for it.

“I love you.”

The words came out easier than you had expected. Way easier with the addition of Cassie’s eyes instantly flickering down to yours. There wasn’t any bewilderment or splash of frustration. Just merely admiration and relief.

Her hands fell free from your hair to rest on either side of your face. The upside-down sight of your goofy smile was enough to make Cassie giggle in amusement. “You do know I am dating McKay, right?” She reminded. “You can’t be saying this type of stuff with confidence.”

“I can say it if I mean it,” you countered. “Or if I care enough about the girl to put myself at risk of a beating. I would risk it all for you.”

Cassie’s bottom lip was caught between her teeth. Doing her best to hide the grin and flush that blossomed beautifully across her pale cheeks. Her eyes are soft and slightly lidded with her thumb stroking across your cheek. Causing a gentle sigh to fall from your lips as you let your eye shut with a gentle hum.

Seeing you so relaxed and so peaceful was all Cassie had ever wanted for you. The content feeling of accepting that you had once messed up, you had been a shit show, but you came back better. That was all she ever wanted you to feel when you got sober. And it felt like now, after you stood up to your mother and told her how you felt, Cassie felt like you had finally felt free of the drugs and alcohol.

Leaning down softly, Cassie’s lips ghosted over yours. The first sign of hesitance to be shown to you. Cassie loved you. She wouldn’t lie with that statement. But she also didn’t find it in herself to kiss you because she wasn’t happy with McKay. If she was going to do this, she would have to be patient and wait until she saw McKay again.

 “If you’re patient enough, I’ll come to you.” Her thumb brushed against your bottom lip as she smiled. “But I love you, Y/n. Don’t take my lack of initiative to think otherwise. Give me some time and I promise you, I’ll show you just how much I love you.”

Once upon a time, you thought you were undeserving of love. You thought that once you did something bad, you were always destined to feel such a way. Have people leave your life and tell you that you were the monster you always tried to not become. But when you gave yourself a moment to think, to look, to realize that your entire sanctuary had been right in front of you. And yours had been Cassie.

For two years, she’d been your rock. She carried the weight you couldn’t and she did it with a smile and heart full of love devoted to you. And for two years, she helped you stay sober and keep you in a place you could still be yourself and still be happy with what you have at the moment. Sure, you didn’t have a lot of friendships, you weren’t close with your family, but you were still here. That was what counted. You could be on the corner of some street begging for money or dead in a ditch. But you were here, at your graduation.

Cassie had already grabbed her diploma, but she stayed by the stage to watch you. Before you had even walked on stage, Cassie had been in a fit of giggles watching and listening to you try to hum your guys’ favourite song. Hoping it would result in calming you down, but it did the complete opposite.

But she comforted you, reassured you everything would go fine and you believed her. Willing yourself to your reserved seat with your hands eagerly fiddling with your graduation gown. And when Cassie saw you go up on that stage, she had never felt any prouder. She got to see your beautiful smile, the pure excitement in your eyes. It was something she never thought would come to be.

Through every hardship, you thought you wouldn’t make it this far in your life. But here you were and Cassie could say that her fiance never gave up despite the struggles.

And now, sitting in your car that was situated in the driveway of your family's home, she could see the genuine horror in your eyes and the fear. You had been holding out on coming here since you fought with Leslie. Sure, you saw Rue and Gia occasionally but never once did you try to go talk to your mom. Especially when you proposed to Cassie and Suze allowed you to move into the Howard household. You wanted to enjoy this peace for a little while longer until you had to face your past.

“Hey, baby,” Cassie’s hand grabbed yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Don’t think you’re forced to be here, alright? If you want, we can go home and just spend the night with my mom and Lexi.”

But against your own emotions, you shook your head. “No, I need to do this.” You turned your head to Cassie, smiling softly. “I deserve this.”

Cassie smiled, leaning over the dash to kiss you softly. The pair of you stepped out of your car and walked up the cemented path. Each one took being a piece of your past coming back to you. It felt surreal for you to be here. You hoped your dad was proud of you for taking the initiative.

Taking a deep breath, you rang the doorbell. The sound echoes throughout the house with your hand instinctively interlocking with Cassie’s. Sparing a glance to the blonde who smiled comfortingly, pressing into your side. Making sure you knew she was here for you.

Then the door opened and you looked up to find Leslie. The woman’s lips were parted, eyes slightly wide with the sound of Rue and Gia acting like a bunch of hooligans heard in the background. Even Ali could be heard chastising the pair for acting like children.

“Hey, mom,” you stammered out. “Um…” You glanced at Cassie, searching for the right conversational opener. “Cassie and I are getting married.”

“No shit, Y/n!” Gia called out. “We wouldn’t be surprised if she was having your kid as well!”

You pressed your tongue to the inside of your cheek, corner of your lips turned up into a grin as you shook your head. “Nah, I need to get at this runt.” You brushed past Leslie and walked further into the house.

From there, Cassie and Leslie listened to the sound of Gia screaming in terror before her bare feet padding across the floor could be heard with you exclaiming for her to say those things to your face. Even a glimpse of Rue on your back hitting you in the side of the head with a bottle of Mountain Dew.

Everything you had been doing to better yourself had led up to this point. Where you could be a proper brother and son to the women in your household. You wanted them to be in your life and you wanted to be in theirs.

Leslie smiled, sighing as she turned back to Cassie. Pursing her lips as she nodded with a sense of gratitude. “Thank you, for taking care of him.”

Cassie shook her head. “It’s what he deserved,” she said. “He just deserved a second chance.”

#cassie howard x male!reader #cassie howard x reader #cassie howard #euphoria #euphoria hbo #euphoria imagine #poc reader #x bennett!reader #euphoria x male!reader #x male reader #x black!reader #cassie howard x black!reader #cassie howard x black!male!reader #sydney sweeney #cassie howard fluff #cassie howard angst #x black!male!reader

[laylakeating]

CREATIONS FROM EVERY MONTH OF 2023! (except october but we're not going to talk abt that !!)

Post your favourite and most popular post from each month this year (it’s okay to skip months).

i was tagged by two of the Most talented girlies in the world !! @saw-x and @taiturner ILYYYYY ty for sharing what your brilliant minds came up with this year !!!

JANUARY

MOST POPULAR: britt + karma !! i had so much fun with this set and it was honestly such a good way to start off the year !! FAVOURITE: probably that same set !! also the glee icons pack i made :D

FEBRUARY

MOST POPULAR: from my blog, britt + mike in 207 shsjhs. from teen dramas, brooke in 207 (one of my fave looks of hers) (this was clearly a month for the seventh episodes in second seasons ??) FAVOURITE: barchie + high infidelity for barchiesource !! something a bit different for me creatively but ugh i love it. also glee 514 for gleesource !! again something a lil different !!

MARCH

MOST POPULAR: riverdale returning to television and proving it takes the cake as the funniest show in the world (another rvd is iconic and beyond reproach set for 701) FAVOURITE: a banger month for creative sets !! basically everything i made for barchie week, this unholy trinity MASTERPIECE i made for gleesource, and this djats set + destiny, choice, chance

APRIL

MOST POPULAR: my favourite scene from djats for djats week in green bc apparently i like to make things hard for myself ?? who knew FAVOURITE: again. SO MANY. another month another appreciation week shsjhs. anyway all the sets i made for djats week, more sets for gleesource including santana + valerie and mercedes and santana + river deep mountain high, my santana lesbian visibility set, hsmtmts + tarot cards which took me wayyyy too long to finish, rvd ladies + barbie posters (50s edition), and barchie in 701 for barchiesource in RED (very proud of how it turned out considering i hate giffing in red)

MAY

MOST POPULAR: quinn + tropes for glee appreciation week !! FAVOURITE: everything i made for glee week (there were quite a few bangers), my 2 9-1-1 sets shjshsj - maddie + you first (a banger) and madney + paper rings (another banger), also the first (and only rip) set in my layla episodes series (layla + 101), and this jordayla + proposal foreshadowing i did over on jordayla gifs !!

JUNE

MOST POPULAR: this halle bailey set <33 FAVOURITE: once again. everything i made for all american appreciation week !!! special shout outs to layla + the eras tour and the layla set i made for day 1 !!

JULY

MOST POPULAR: nancy + the wizard of oz horror (that makes sense i swear) FAVOURITE: the aforementioned nancy set, also stancy + persuasion, the little mermaid live action and the quote that made me insane for a few weeks, layla + the lip pout she does (she's adorable), AND last but certainly not least, this pride and prejudice edit which was just nothing like i have ever done before that i LOVEDDDD

AUGUST

MOST POPULAR: ashlyn + giving maddox mouth to mouth (her delivery of AS A FRIEND still sends me into orbit) FAVOURITE: HSMTMTS MONTH BABEYYYYY !! fave sets include (but are not limited to there are too many) gina for hsmtmts week, fave songs (also for hsmtmts week), rina + maybe this time + motion blur (THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG BTW), this antoine set bc he is an icon, madlyn + daylight (still a serve), rina + invisible string (to this day the most insane thing i have ever made), hsmtmts + a meme summary (just your regularly unhinged content honestly), and this jet/maddox set <33

SEPTEMBER

MOST POPULAR: this cinderella 1950 set in pink/blue <3 FAVOURITE: okay so we have ej playing cupid/being a love prophet HSJHSJ, TWO icon packs, one for olivia rodrigo and one for lexie grey, and also the britt + her love for my headband set bc it was the only other thing i made in september and i was worried it'd get lonely

OCTOBER

MOST POPULAR: apparently you have to post something for it to be popular FAVOURITE: i made many sets in my mind dw

NOVEMBER

MOST POPULAR: blair looking excellent (as always) for teendramas !! FAVOURITE: finn + bigger than the whole sky (part of my glee midnights series) (a true labour of love) (still obsessed with it btw)

DECEMBER

MOST POPULAR: percy !!!! for pjosource FAVOURITE: everything i made for 12 days of rina (there are only 5 days rip), and OF COURSE, to round the year off with a bang, the extraordinarily belated 2k celebration set for justine, AKA dair + midnights !!!!!!!!!

tagging some beloveds <3 @alinaastarkov, @jordanlayla, @katherines, @kayascodelorio, @perccyjackson, @yenvengerberg !!

#this fully took me like. an hour to do HSJSHS #ultimately i am my own biggest fan help #anyway TY AGAIN nat and cj this was FUN #MWAHHHHH EVERYBODY HAPPY NEW YEAR

[minimitchell]

You’re still my little girl.

#eastenders #eastendersedit #ben mitchell #lexi pearce #* #the first gif is still my absolute favorite moment of theirs #anyway i swear this is the last multiset of these two #-cleaning out my drafts continues-

[alloueate]

"I WANNA FEEL GOOD"

WARNING! 18+ mdni, oral sex (m. receiving), sub! lexi, dom!reader, fem!reader, mommy kink (briefly mentioned)

it had been 13 days since levi last saw you. he'd been on an expedition outside the walls with his squad to gather more information on titans for hange so you can imagine how needy he is when he see's you again.

"ah!" the black haired man let out as you took in more of his cock. "baby, please" he whined. you look up to see the usually organized and neat levi ackerman sweating and gripping your sheets out of pleasure.

"please what levi", you ask as you stop sucking him off to slide your hand up and down his dick.

he lets out a moan when you rub your thumb over his tip. you can tell he's going to cum soon and you can't let that happen. you wanna make him feel good after he's worked so hard to get there. you can't let him get off that easy, can you?

"y/n please, i wanna cum".

you give him a sly smirk before taking him in your mouth again except this time you weren't planning on going back up for air.

the sounds that came out of levi's mouth were sinful. the constant moans and whines for you to let him cum all while his eyes were rolling back so far into his head he thought he was going to black out.

soon you noticed the quivering and shaking of his thighs and lifted your mouth off of his dick.

he stared at you with pure agony in his eyes reaching for your hand and place it on his dick.

"ah ah ah", you say after pulling your hand away, "what's the magic word?"

"please", he whispers quietly.

" i can't hear you levi. what do you want me to do?"

he hesitates," i want you to make me cum baby, please"

you smile before putting your mouth back on his cock and hallowing your cheeks. levi's dick was to big for you to deepthroat so you used your hand to stroke what you couldn't fit into your mouth.

at this point levi was almost screaming with pleasure. his hands gripped the white sheets that were now drenched in his sweat and his thighs kept shaking so much you swore he was experiencing some kind of internal earthquake.

"y/n, baby i-i'm gonna-", he says before letting out the dirtiest, sluttiest moan known to man and cums inside your mouth.

you get up from your knees before pressing your lips together and kissing him tenderly and (to no surprise) levi fails to kiss you back due to his utter exhaustion.

"what do you say?" you ask after pulling away from him.

"thank you mommy"

a/n

none of these gifs are mine! credits to the original creators.

#levi aot #attack on titan #attack on titan smut #levi ackerman #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman x reader

[deanstead]

Never Later

Pairing: Adam Ruzek x Reader

Requested: yes, by @adamruz for my "Write That GIF!" 2.5k celebration!

Summary: Adam and Y/N get interrupted when they need to get a move on their current investigation. Y/N soon finds herself in an unexpected predicament.

*not my gif*

Word Count: 1,761

Warnings: canon-typical mentions of guns, hostage situations, blood

A/N: Lexi, you know how I feel about my Adam writing, so I hope you like this! Also, special mention to @mertes4cker for being my beta!

ADAM RUZEK MASTERLIST

“… so we checked through her recent transactions but there’s nothing that even hints of any ties to cartels.”

Adam leant against one of the desks in the bullpen, moving his hands as he spoke. You struggled to focus, to stop staring at the way Adam’s eyebrows furrowed a little slightly as he was talking, or the way his hands moved as he talked.

Get a grip, Y/N.

You could only say you were glad that you’d almost perfected the art of multitasking, especially since there was something about the way Adam briefed the team about a case, decked out in his checkered shirt and denim jacket that had you extremely distracted. So you were glad when Voight had finally interjected with his own views and instructions, you had no choice but to tear your eyes away from your boyfriend.

Faced with another pile of footage to go through, you’d retreated back into the pantry for a cup of coffee.

“Did you hear a word I said in there?”

You looked up just as Adam stepped in, closing the pantry door behind him. You could see the twinkle in his eyes that meant he was in a cheeky mood, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Of course I did.” You narrowed your eyes at him and Adam let out the tiny laugh that you loved, so much so you turned away again.

You felt Adam’s hand close gently around your wrist before he turned you back around to look at him.

“Adam, we’re at work.” You growled, as he leaned in closer with a smile.

“I wanted to tell you something.” He said and you could hear the smile in his voice, just as someone knocked the pantry door.

“Hey, we gotta go.” Jay said, cracking the door open.

You saw the stupid annoying smile cross your partner’s face and you rolled your eyes, before you looked back at Adam.

Adam smiled. “We’ll talk later.”

You nodded and Adam squeezed your hand before you followed Jay out, punching him on the arm for being annoying and shooting your boyfriend one last smile.

You and Jay had hit another dead end at the victim’s workplace, but Kevin had called to say that he and Kim had found an address that seemed like a storage unit which had kept popping up and was probably worth checking out. So Jay had turned his truck back around and Kevin had told you that Adam and Hailey were on their way and would meet the both of you there.

You glanced around as Jay pulled up but the street was quiet and you looked up at the building. It was one of those self-storage places which you were used to, since if there was anything to hide, a self-storage place which wasn’t manned by any staff was the best place to use.

You glanced at your phone. “Warrant’s clear.” You told Jay as your eyes quickly scanned the contents of the text that Kim had sent you.

Jay nodded back at you, breaking open the lock and pulling up the shutters of the storage unit.

Jay stepped in, his eyes falling on a secured box and you were about to step up to join him just as you heard the cock of a gun and the unmistakable feeling of the nozzle of a gun pressed to the back of your neck.

Fuck.

You froze, just as you saw Jay freeze as he looked up from where he was.

You’d let your own fucking guard down. Just because you thought you’d been coming to check out some of the victim’s stuff. You should have known something was up, especially since Kevin had reminded the both of you that they’d found this unit under the victim’s mother’s name.

Jay raised his hands slowly, his eyes flicking to yours.

“Alright, we are all going to calm down, alright?” Jay said, and you could hear the concerted effort it took your partner to keep his voice even and steady.

“You’re going to give me that box. That bitch stole it from me.” You heard the growl from behind you, realizing at that moment that the investigation had been clean because of him. He must have been a hidden boyfriend or something that none of you had dug up, yet.

Jay looked back at the box he’d been going for. “Okay. I need you to put your gun down.”

“Shut the hell up.” The guy growled and you felt him tug you backwards, feeling your body crash against him as he now held the gun to your temple.

You exhaled.

“He’s just nervous because you got a gun pointed at my head, alright?” You spoke for the first time now, finally feeling confident enough to speak without your voice shaking.

“Shut up.” He growled, digging the gun harder into your temple.

There was a short silence. It was almost like he hadn’t thought of how he was going to get out of this one.

“We’re leaving. Give her the box.”

Jay looked up again. “I can’t let you do that. You can take the box, just let her go.”

You glanced up at him in alarm but Jay gave you a look. You’d been partners long enough to know what it meant - stand down.

You took the box from Jay, failing to stop your hands from shaking just a little. You swallowed and the moment your fingers wrapped around the box, he tugged you right back, creating the distance between Jay and you again but he didn’t stop this time as you felt yourself being dragged back out of the storage unit to God knows where.

Adam stopped the car right behind Jay’s, glancing up.

“They must have gone right in, come on.” Hailey said, putting a hand on the door when movement caught their eye.

Adam felt himself freeze, his heart dropping right down to his gut as he saw you being dragged out onto the street, Jay close behind.

“What the…”

Hailey glanced at Adam. “Adam, look at me. Can you handle this?”

“What are you going to do?” Adam asked, finally tearing his eyes away from the scene that terrified him to his bones.

“I’m gonna shoot.” Hailey answered, reaching behind for her long range weapon.

You had your eyes fixed on Jay, your feet trying to keep up with the pace as he yanked you backwards.

“We’re leaving together.” The guy growled.

“You know I can’t let you do that.” Jay said, trying to talk over the street sounds.

There was the very obvious sound of a car engine and the perp turned, forcing you to turn with him.

“Y/N!”

Adam.

You could see the checkered shirt from earlier that day peeking out from under his police vest and you swallowed, just feeling the relief of seeing Adam standing there, although Jay wasn’t as relaxed.

You gave Adam a small nod.

I’m okay.

Adam could feel the emotions threaten to bubble over the surface, could feel the impulse rage under his skin that made him want to pounce at the man standing there with his gun to your head. But Adam also knew that any step out of line would put you in danger. Adam would risk his life but he would never risk anyone he cared about, especially you.

Adam put his hands out in front of him. “Rick, right?”

Kevin had called just minutes before they’d pulled up to update them on the newest development.

You could feel him tense up and you took another breath as you felt his hold on you tighten.

“Listen to me. Right now, this isn’t looking good for you alright?” Adam said, his eyes flicking towards you, before he glanced at Jay and made a small motion with his head.

A small frown crossed Jay’s face before he realized what was happening and stepped off to the side. “Hey, hey. Let’s all calm down.” Jay said, as Rick swung his head to glance at Jay, allowing Adam to step backwards.

Adam glanced at you, nodding. “Let’s all get what we want, alright? You let her go and we’ll let you go too. Fair swap, alright? We just want her safe, that’s all.”

Adam’s eyes rested on Rick’s finger which was now hovering near the trigger. If Hailey didn’t…

The gunshot resounded across the street as both you and the perp fell against the floor, the blood pooling on the concrete.

“Y/N!” Both Adam and Jay’s voices mixed together as they headed towards you, Jay pulling the perp off you as Adam reached for you.

“Y/N, please, oh my god.” Adam mumbled, his hands reaching around you to pull you towards him.

You opened your eyes and Adam breathed out a sigh. “You okay? Are you hit?”

You exhaled a shaky breath before you shook his head. “It’s all him, it’s all his blood. For a moment, I thought…”

Adam didn’t let you finish your sentence as he pulled you into his arms, not caring about the blood that was all over. A gentle hand on the back of your head, Adam gently pressed you into him, as if he was afraid you’d fall to pieces if he let go.

“Thank god.” Adam whispered, as you buried your face into his shoulder, taking deep breaths to try to slow your own heartbeat.

As your breathing slowed, Adam pulled away enough just to help you to your feet.

Jay nodded at Adam. “I got this.”

You glanced back at your partner and gave him a small smile, which Jay reciprocated.

Adam helped you off to the side, before he pulled you back into a hug.

“Adam, you’re gonna get all…”

But Adam didn’t care, fitting you right where you belonged, in his arms. His hands wrapped around you gently and you sighed into his shoulder, as he rested his cheek against the top of your head.

“I love you.” Adam whispered.

You smiled without looking up, pressed into him. “I love you too, you know that.”

Adam nodded. “But I’m always going to say it when it comes up in my mind. No more laters, never later. I thought I was going to lose you.”

“No way, you won’t get rid of me that easily.” You muttered into his shoulder.

Adam didn’t answer, just pulled you in even deeper.

“Never later.” You agreed.

Adam pulled back to look at you, before he pressed his lips firmly onto your forehead. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

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Ships I ship even though they conflict with each other and the fandoms hate each other

Drarry/Dramione/any other Draco ship with some exceptions

Loved them both even though I’m not a fan of the original source. Never read the books. I’ve only seen the first two movies and bits and pieces of the others, but I like the ships. But I don’t really like Harry x Hermione, but if it’s in a fic I won’t complain about it. And I can ship Draco with literally any other student and the fics that are out there are amazing.

Zutara/Zukka

Love both. Not at the same time though. Love different things about both. But I still love both either way. Don’t get the hate both ships have for each other, cause they’re both kinda similar.

Hellcheer/Steddie

Don’t care that the fandoms hate each other cause I can read fics about both ships and love both of them equally. Didn’t even watch every season of stranger things, stopped at season two, but gifs and small clips have made me love both ships. Haven’t read a poly fic, yet, but open to it.

Rachel x Joey/Rachel x Chandler

Fell for these at different times. During the show I loved Joey and Rachel, but for fics I love Rachel and Chandler. Like they give different vibes and depending on which I want I just choose which kid of fic I want to read.

Jiara/jafe/kafe

Not 100% sure if those last two are the ship names but all three are interesting. But I do not like all three in a single ship. Last two are crack ships that have some good fics that I low key became an actual shipper.

Fexi/Lexi x Nate

The second started off as a crack ship, but there were some REALLY good fics on it that I just love it now. Wouldn’t work for the show at all and would not like it if the show let it happen cause it wouldn’t make sense, but that’s what’s the first ship is for.

Merthur/Merwaine

Either ship just works for me. There’s small things about each that just click and I can see it being a good idea. Any fic on whichever ship would just make sense.

Bamon/DamonxRose/Benzo

Absolutely love bamon with my whole heart but I can read an occasional fic about Damon and Rose. Fuck Julia for what she did to Kat cause Bonnie carried.

I could read fanfics on either ship and I’m okay with the other half being in a different ship in the meantime. Like if I’m reading about A x C I’m okay with B being in a ship I don’t like. Cause right now it’s not about A x B it’s about A x C and B is free to do whatever. (If this makes sense, it’s 3 am)

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